Nowhere to Run!

by Colin Sigfried

    

Prologue:

In the first part of this story, Ben hides in a girl's changing room to evade bullies only to find it is being used for a fashion show. Fortunately for Ben his sister is involved in the show but unfortunately for him, a rather stern teacher is involved too. His only escape is to pose as a schoolgirl but the show is a model short and Ben, or rather Keira as he is known, is the perfect substitute! He is required to model a wedding dress and the mother-of-the-bride outfit.

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"I can't pretend to be a girl, I'll never get away with it!"

"You've done a good job so far and if you get found out now, I don't fancy your chances. Think of the humiliation! Not only a punishment but all your friends and Gary will know you've dressed as a schoolgirl! Think of my reputation too! And what about my best friend, Jackie? She'll have no-one to model her outfits and will lose the contest" she said.

"You got me into this mess!" I shouted.

"Not really, you did! But I suppose I did suggest you dress as a schoolgirl! Look, all you have to do is wear the clothes, walk up and down the catwalk, then come back and get dressed and leave."

"Is that all?" I said sarcastically.

"It'll only be for 30 seconds for each outfit, if that, then you can get away" she replied, "It's a good job it's me looking after you and we seem to have the room to ourselves as well, so let's get started."

She reached over to a box labelled "wedding dress accessories" opened the box and had a good look. "Oh boy! You're not going to like what she wants you to wear" and with that she proceeded to take out the contents. She pulled out a tiara, diamond necklace, white suspender stockings, white lacy knickers, white lacy gloves, a white strapless bra, white shoes and a bouquet. "The dress" she said "is over there" and she pointed to a rack of white dresses.

"The instructions are quite specific, you're to wear a long blonde wig, which is over there. I then attach the veil and a tiara then assist you with the accessories and make up your face. Come on bro, let's get on with it! Remove your 'girl's' jumper" she said rubbing it in!

With that, Rachel set about making up my face, she removed the bobbed wig I was wearing and replaced it with the long blond wig.

"Now, you'll need to put on the underwear, come on, get undressed."

So reluctantly I took off the uniform in the cubicle and put on the lacy knickers, strapless bra and white stockings then walked out of the cubicle to a wolf whistle from my sister. "Go, girl, you look great!"

"Enough, can we just get on with it!" I insisted.

"Right, I help you into the dress" and with that she selected the dress from the rack.

I was standing there in a blonde wig, girl's underwear and white stockings, not to mention with a face full of make-up, awaiting to have a wedding dress put on! The humiliation of it all!

"Here, you'll need to step into it" she said as she held it open.

I lifted my legs one at a time (I should say my white stockinged legs!) and stepped into the dress. Rachel pulled it up past my legs and onto my body. It was a corset-style dress which stopped at my knees and had a long train at the back, bit like a peacock! The corset part was very figure-hugging and I had to take a deep breath in as Rachel adjusted the pink straps at the back to give me a girlie figure. The front was a satin material and seemed to shimmer with diamantes. The dress part was satin and felt strangely sensual as it brushed over my stockings. The train was also satin material and layered.

"You look gorgeous, Ben. Or should I say Keira! No-one will recognize you as Ben that's for sure! Right, just the finishing touches" Rachel said and with that she grabbed one of my legs and hoisted a white garter up it. She then presented me with white lacy gloves which I struggled to put on and then slipped into the white shoes. Although they fitted me they were tight and slightly awkward to walk in.

"Right now for the tiara and veil" and with that she positioned the veil onto my hair and clipped it into place. She swept it across my face then adjusted the tiara whilst I groaned.

At that moment Jackie walked in.

"Oh, fantastic job! Thank you very much you two, you've saved the day! You're on in about 10 minutes, okay? All you need to do is walk slowly down the catwalk holding the bouquet. The bridesmaids will trail behind you. At the end of the catwalk, just turn around and come back in between the two bridesmaids. Simple! Then we'll need to get you changed quickly for the mother-of-the-bride outfit. You keep on the underwear you are wearing but we'll need to change the wig and dress of course. Rachel, here are the accessories for that outfit" and with that Jackie passed Rachel a big box. Rachel examined the contents of the box and raised her eyebrows knowing that her little brother was going to have to wear them and be convincing again as a girl.

Jackie passed me the bouquet and guided me out of the room. It felt strange walking with all this material around me and in these shoes. But I kept telling myself that it was only for a little while longer and I must get away with this! If anyone found out that I had disguised myself as a schoolgirl they would assume it was to take part in the fashion show. There was no way I could say I was on the run from Gary as his punishment would be more severe.

In the wings of the show were my two "bridesmaids", we had a very brief conversation as I didn't fancy talking much, pleasantries such as how lovely we all looked. My voice hadn't fully broken so I was able to keep up the pretence of being a girl. They also enquired who I was as they hadn't seen me before, I explained that I was new to the school and a little nervous.

"I would now like to introduce Jackie Stone's White Wedding Collection" came a voice on the tannoy and with that wedding music started to play.

"Girls, you're on, good luck and thanks" said an excited Jackie.

So here's me, a 14 year-old boy, in a wedding dress, including veil and garter, full make-up parading down a catwalk pretending to be a bride. What had I got myself into!

I nervously held the bouquet and slowly walked down the catwalk amidst a rapture of applause and flashing camera lights. I could also see a video camera – the whole thing was being filmed! Oh my God! I must get away with this I thought as I will never live it down, if I can only bide my time. My expression was quite solemn but I managed to muster a slight smile, they weren't interested in me anyway, just the outfit. I got to the end of the catwalk, paused a while, then turned around and walked back, my heart racing. As soon as I got to the wings I dashed off to the Costume Room holding the bouquet in one hand and the train in the other to give me more speed.

I was received by Rachel and Jackie who both applauded me then told me to get ready for the mother-of-the-bride outfit. Can't be worse than wearing a wedding dress I thought. Jackie left and Rachel helped me get changed. She removed my wig and placed a shorter bobbed wig similar to the one I wore as a schoolgirl – listen to me, a girl indeed! She then presented me with a long flowing white chiffon dress that had a layered skirt and a slightly plunging neckline. I put this on and she zipped me up. She gave me white gloves and a handbag and placed a fairly large hat on my head with a big white feather in it.

"There you are Keira, you're ready to model again. Just do this and I'll get you out of here. Come on."

Jackie saw me again in the wings and was full of praise about how well I had turned out. She then explained to me that I needed to walk down the catwalk as I had before. Again, my heart was pounding and I was still in a state of anxiety about how I got involved in this mess. Boy, was I cursing that thug Gary! So again I walked down the catwalk and felt a little more at ease knowing this would be the last time then I could escape.

As I got to the wings Jackie congratulated me for a stunning performance and Rachel ushered me into the Costume Room.

"Thank God, that's over!" I exclaimed.

"Right, get changed back into the schoolgirl uniform and get out of here" Rachel said nervously.

To be continued….

  

  

  

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