The Dinner Party?

by Clarissa Murphy

Chapter 1

  

"Here, put this on!" said Cathy as she handed me a black silk and lace bustier. I put the cool, slithering fabric around my bare chest, and she buttoned up the back. It felt tight and restraining, yet cool and soft - it felt just fabulous.

"Try these on!" she said and handed me a pair of black silk knickers. They fit snugly. I was so lightly dressed that I felt naked. I could feel the knickers caress and slide off my enormous erection.

"Shall we go with the garter belt or the long stockings with the elastic?" asked Cathy, she wore a man's three-piece suit, and she had cropped her hair short for her gender-bender birthday dinner party at her friend Mary's house. She looked very handsome and seemed to be enjoying herself, himself, tremendously. As for myself, I was intrigued by the idea of dressing-up, but I didn't much like Mary.

I was delighted with the way Rocco, that's what he wanted to be called, had done my hair - I really wanted to look good for him. My hair had been long, so that afternoon he was able to cut me the cutest, straightest little page boy. He also trimmed my eye brows and spread hair remover all over my body, then scrubbed me with exfoliant, and, finally, rubbed in moisturizing cream. After his treatment, my skin felt so smooth. I felt soft and sweet, we made love when he had finished preparing me. He was on top; I felt like a teenage girl even before I started to get dressed.

"Oh, let's go with the garter belt!" I said enthusiastically. He handed it to me and slid it up my legs to my hips. Then he handed me some black silk stockings, I was delighted they were black, I've always hated skin-colored tights on women, on other women. I sat on the bed in our bedroom, and slid them up my newly shaved legs, my skin tingled with delight. I snapped the little buttons on the garter belt around the tops of the stocking. The straps, which rested at the top of my bare thighs, made me feel as if I was firmly enchained by the most delicate bonds in all the world. I stood up and posed in front of the mirror - I looked, and felt, very sexy.

"How about a skirt?" he asked as I stood there, my hands provocatively placed on my hips as I studied myself in the mirror. If I was a man, I decided, I'd want to make love to me.

"Can't I have a dress?"

"No, let's start with a skirt, then see how you look in it."

"Okay," I said absently as I continued to admire myself in the mirror. "Pick something classy, but sexy." I suggested after a time.

"Let's start with this," he had a whole stack of clothes borrowed from Mary, who was only slightly smaller than me. Rocco thought this would make the clothes fit more snugly. He told me he'd bought me a special pair of shoes at Man/Woman, the hot new sex store downtown.

He handed me a green plaid skirt. I held it up, "This isn't very interesting," I said. "Try it with this blouse," he handed me a white cotton blouse. "Are you sure?" "Trust me, little girl!" he said. I put the blouse on, and he buttoned up the buttons on the back. It was nice, but not really all that different from a man's shirt.

Then Rocco helped me put on the skirt, it was lined; the way it felt, staticky and warm was so beautiful, I thought I might faint with delight; he had to do the buttons and zip because I couldn't reach them. The skirt felt tight around my waist, I walked around and it loosened up a little. The skirt was pleated, I was delighted by the way it bounced off my knees as I walked around.

"You look lovely!" he said. And I thought so too, the skirt really suited my slender bottom; I bet I looked better than a lot of other girls! I secretly wondered if we might be able to do this a lot. I was thrilled as I looked at my self in the full-length mirror.

"Shoes!" He took a pair of high heels from a box in the closet. They were black leather, with a two inch heel. They had really cute fake padlocks on the ankle straps. I put them on and he snapped the locks shut.

"You look so very town and country, classy, but I know all about your sexy underwear" he said as he lifted my skirt at the back and caressed my silk-encased bottom. He gently stroked me with his fingers, rubbing and soothing my bottom until I thought I might explode in a froth of cream on black silk

I felt unsteady on my feet, and not just from the shoes, but after a few times around the room, I got the hang of it, I just had to learn to point my foot while I walked. After a few minutes walking around, my toes began to pinch. "Maybe I should take these off until we leave for the party," I suggested just as the doorbell rang. "And maybe I could try another outfit? Maybe something a bit more sophisticated?"

"Sure," he said, "I'll just get the door."

"Who could that be?" I asked.

"It's a surprise! You just stay here for a few minutes my pretty little girl." I blushed when he said it, and I got even harder as he again lifted my skirt and stroked my bottom. Rocco closed the bedroom door and went out to the hallway to answer the door.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

While Rocco answered the door, I began to look at the other outfits on the bed, as I tried to take the skirt off. But I couldn't quite reach the zip, so I twisted the skirt around so the clasp was to the front. But I still couldn't work out how to undo it. "Oh well," I thought, "Rocco will take care of it when he gets back," so I straightened the skirt out, making sure that I looked nice and neat, and began looking at the other outfits.

There were several skirts, four party dresses, and a mountain of tops and pieces of lingerie on the bed. There were no pants, I told Cathy that if I was going to wear girl's clothes, then I wanted to be feminine. Mary had quality taste, I especially loved the black dress by Ralph Lauren, simple on the top and flouncy, almost frothy, in the skirt. I reckoned I'd look sooo sexy in it; and it would go with the shoes!

To get ready for Rocco's return, I started to try to take the shoes off. But I couldn't get them off. I remember thinking, "girl's stuff sure is hard to get off" just as he called from the living room, "Your special treat has arrived, come out and see it."

"Coming," I said. I left the bedroom, still in the outfit, swishing throught my apartment like a proud, suburban, yet slutty, housewife. I flounced into the living room. As I was entering I said, "And Rocco can I try on the dreamy black dress..." when suddenly someone came from behind the living room door, pushed me in and closed the door behind me. On the couch, sat two teenage girls, standing beside the TV two others, behind me the one had pushed me. All five girls were about seventeen. They were all dressed exactly like me.

In the corner stood Mary and Cathy, "Happy Birthday Cathy!" said Mary.

"So, girls, what do you think of her?"

"What is going on here?" I asked beginning to become worried about the possible answer, I heard the sound of a cane whizzing through the air and a sting on my bottom.

"Samantha, what do you think?"

"She's not very cute, but we're prepared to work on a project over at St. Joans." said the tallest and most beautiful of the girls.

"Okay then, sweety," said Rocco as he kissed me and straightened out my skirt and blouse, "you be a good little girl at school." He reached his hand up my skirt and pinched me on the bottom.

"What's her name?" asked Samantha.

"What do you think sweety?" Rocco asked me.

"What on earth is going on?" I asked as I felt another wave of fear course through me from my high heels to my newly styled hair. Again, the whizzing sound and the sting. "Ouch," I said turning to confront the girl behind me. Again, another whizzing sound from behind. "Oh," I said, "stop that!"

"Stop that please, I think you mean." said the girl who was clearly in charge The sound again, the sting.

"Okay," I said as I began to worry that I might start crying. "Please!"

"What is your name sweet little girl?" asked Rocco in a patronizing voice.

"Clarissa," I said for fear that the canes would come out again, "I'm Clarissa."

"Good girl," said Rocco. "Now, you're going to go with these nice girls to St. Joans."

"But what about the dinner party?"

"Dinner party?" he asked laughing, "Never mind dinner parties, you're off to St. Joans for a month. Mary's given me a little vacation from my husband! Let's see if they can make a little lady out of you!"

"No, No!" I cried, but the girls surrounded me and easily restrained me and frog marched me out my apartment.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

"Let's see you skip," said Samantha once we were in the corridor outside my flat.

"Absolutely n..." The whoosh, the sting again.

"Clarissa, let me explain something to you. You have no money, no keys to your flat, and no ID...nothing! And you're wearing a schoolgirl's skirt, a blouse, the cutest little bustier, garter belt and high heels, none of which you can take off! So, you can either go public and have everyone in town know that you dress up like a little schoolgirl, or we can all skip our way out to the bus and come with us to St. Joans....Go ahead, walk out in the street alone and someone to help you! We'd all love to see that!"

I realized the hopelessness of my situation, so I, Clarissa now it seemed, skipped out the door with my new school friends.

On the street, a construction worker wolf-whistled us as we skipped up the street to a coach. As we moved along the street, Samantha said to me, "You're so lucky to be coming to St. Joan's at the start of term, it's so much easier to fit in that way."

There were another 20 girls on the bus.

"Take a seat," said Samantha, "Girls, this is Clarissa!" she continued.

There were no seats at the front, so I had to walk all the way to the back of the bus. From the first row on, the other girls began to lift up my skirt as I walked by, some of them touched my bottom, some slapped it, others pinched me, half way back, two big, ugly, scary girls grabbed me. While one of them held me, the other one put me over her knee. She pulled my skirt up around my waist and spanked me with her open hand, after a few minutes, I began crying hysterically: "Would you like her for your new maid?" Samantha asked the two girls.

"Yes, please!" they responded eagerly. They stood me up and straightened my skirt, "Don't cry little girl, we'll look after you," said the fatter, stronger one.

"No," came a sweet voice from the back of the bus, "I'll take her under my wing."

She stood up from the last row, and I saw that she was tall, with long blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. Like the rest of us, she wore a white shirt, but as she moved into the aisle, I saw that she was wearing shorts, knee socks and sensible black leather shoes. "I'm Tommy," she said, and to everyone else, "Okay boys, we're clear, let's switch." All the girls pulled-off their skirts and tights and put on shorts and knee socks.

"Where's my outfit?" I asked Tommy.

"Oh, but you look soooo cute in the skirt, I wouldn't dream of making you look like a boy. Anyway, you're such a big sissy, that I don't think I could disguise you."

Apart from the two bullies who'd spanked me, they all looked wonderful in their school boy outfits, but nobody looked as good as Tommy, her long tanned legs looked so sleek and beautiful in black shorts and grey knee sock. I fell hopelessly in love as he grabbed me, hugged me, and said, "I'll look after you sweetheart." I thought I heard one of the ugly girls say, "Don't count on it!"

After an hour, out in the suburbs, we turned off the road at an imposing entrance fronted by two enormous gates. "St Joans Private School for Boys and Girls" said the big sign on the right pillar. The gates opened and we went up a long drive. As I looked out I could see the high wall, topped with razor wire and the inner fence which was so flimsy looking that I reckoned it must have been electrified. I was trapped, a girl at a co-ed school. And even if I could get over the fence and the wall, I wasn't exactly sure where I was, I had no money, and I was dressed like a schoolgirl. I thought things couldn't get much worse, but I have to admit I also felt delightful in my silk, lace and cotton uniform, and more than a little curious. How bad, I remember thinking, could it possibly be?

 

(To be continued!)

  

  

  

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