The Perfect Disguise

by Colin Sigfried

   

Wednesday

It was 3:30 in the afternoon I decided to pay Katie, my girlfriend, a visit at her house knowing that she would be on her own. I rang on the doorbell only to be greeted by a very sorry looking girl with tears streaming down her cheeks. Immediately I embraced her on the doorstep.

"What's wrong babe? Why are you so upset?" I asked.

"Come in and I'll explain" she sniffled and took my hand and led me up to her room.

She eventually calmed down and I made us a cup of tea.

"So, tell me why you're so upset" I demanded, "Has someone been bullying you?"

"I'm more angry and humiliated than upset. It's that bloody Emma playing practical jokes on me again! I'm fed up with her!"

"What did she do?" I enquired.

Katie explained to me that when she was showering after her Gym class, Emma had taken her bra and knickers. When she returned to get dressed, she couldn't find them, which was very embarrassing as she had to tell the Gym teacher. The Gym teacher took great pleasure in mocking her in front of the whole class and then presented her with a grubby pair of knickers and bra that were in the lost property. Everyone was laughing saying that she didn't wear knickers in the first place! When Katie left the Gym block she then saw her knickers and bra at the top of the school's flagpole for everyone to see. She had no choice but to get them down from the flagpole amidst more mockery and humiliation.

"That does it Katie, I'm going to have a word with her. She's not going to get away with that!"

"You can't! How will that make me look! Getting my boyfriend to fight my battles for me! Anyway, her boyfriend's much bigger than you! I'm going to pay her back, you see!" she replied.

"We need to think of a plan to get even with her" I said.

Katie seemed to take comfort in those words and knew that I would come up with a suitable prank. She stopped crying and started to cool down.

"Is there anything she doesn't like? I mean like food, animals that sort of thing?" I asked.

"What are thinking of?" Katie asked.

"I don't know, yet, just trying to think of anything that she dislikes."

For a moment Katie went into deep thought, I could see the cogs in her head whirring, then she said, "Well, I remember once in Science the teacher brought in a frog and she went mental. Jumping on the chairs then ran out of the room, it was hysterical."

I thought for a while then suddenly something occurred to me.

"That's it! I've got a plan" I replied.

Katie looked surprised and happy.

"You all have lockers, don't you?" I asked

"Yes," she said mysteriously.

"Well, why don't you put some frogs in her locker one night and watch her reaction the next day. It'll be a hoot!"

"How am I going to put live frogs in her locker?"

"You have her key don't you? From that time when she 'supposedly' lost it and you took a copy of it?"

"Yes, I do, in my bedroom. But I'm still not going to put live frogs in her locker, I couldn't possibly touch one. And besides, where would I get them from?"

"My back garden, I have loads remember? You know what state my garden's in, it supports all sorts of wildlife! I'll pick a couple tonight and bring them over for you" I explained.

"Aargh! I couldn't possibly handle those creatures and put them in her locker. But it does sound like a great prank though," she sighed.

"I'll put them in a box, all you have to do is place the box in her locker after school. Simple!" I replied.

"Simple for you but not for me. What if one escapes or someone sees me, it's too risky. We'll have to think of something else." She sounded disappointed.

"I'll come over after school tomorrow with them and we can both go back to your school and I'll help you put them in her locker," I explained.

"Colin, you can't just turn up at my school, it's an all girl's school, remember?"

"If I sneaked in after school no-one would notice would they?" I responded.

"It's too risky, teachers will be prowling about and there are after-school clubs. If we got caught there would be hell to pay. Mrs Lockwood patrols the corridors and you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of her!" Katie replied.

"Oh, I see you're point. That's a shame then."

"Unless, of course, people think you're a pupil" she piped up, "Non-one would batter an eyelid."

"But to be a pupil I would have to be a schoolgirl. Uh-oh, what are you thinking!" I said anxiously.

"Look, Colin, I think your plan is brilliant, I really need you to help me with this one. And I really want to pay her back as soon as possible, it's the end of term in 2 days time don't forget! If I can pay her back on the last day of term it would be great. I'd be on a high" she said fluttering her eyelids.

"Please, oh please, do it for me! You know how much this means to me!" she begged.

"But I can't dress up as a schoolgirl, I'll never get away with it. Besides, it's just plain embarrassing, what if I get caught?"

"You won't! The school is only a couple of streets away. It only takes 2 minutes to walk. The lockers are near the entrance. We could be in and out in 2 minutes then home again within 5."

"No way! It would never work" I exclaimed.

"But you're my size, my uniform would fit you and you do have long, girlie hair. When I've done with you no-one would ever know you're a boy."

"No, no, no!" I said emphatically.

Katie started to look miserable and started to cry again then she sniffled "I really wanted to get Emma back as well."

I put my arm around her to console her, "I hate to see you like this I really do."

She continued to sob and it was breaking my heart then all of sudden I said, "Ok, if it will make you happy, I'll do it!" I couldn't believe I had just said that!

She stopped crying and beamed "Oh, Colin, you'd do that for me? You're fantastic!"

We then hatched our plan, I would collect the frogs from my backgarden tonight and bring them over to Katie's house at lunchtime tomorrow. My school was finishing for the school holidays tomorrow so I would be able to get to Katie's at lunchtime, and Katie had free lessons in the afternoon so she would be home anyway. I would get ready, then as school was finishing we would go to the school, me dressed as a St Bernard's schoolgirl of course, and put the frogs in the locker.

"We need a dress rehearsal first" Katie said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I would like you to try on my uniform for size now and see how it fits."

"Oh, I don't know" I said nervously.

"You're going to be dressing as a St Bernard's schoolgirl tomorrow, we should see how you look tonight. Come on, up to my bedroom, it won't take long."

"Won't your mum be home in a minute? What about your brother too?" I said.

"We have another hour yet before mum gets home and Derek is staying with a friend. Come on, let's see what you look like as a girl. If you still look like a boy when we've finished then we'll have to think of something else."

I reluctantly followed Katie up to her very girlie bedroom.

"Get undressed, and I'll get my spare uniform out for you to try on."

I undressed down to my underpants feeling a bit self conscious and a bit nervous (or was it excitement?).

"Pants off as well!" she demanded.

"I can keep my pants on surely!"

"Not wearing my skirt, it won't look right, you'll have to go the whole way Colin. Please?"

Again reluctantly I took off my pants and covered my genitals with my hands, out of embarrassment, whilst Katie had put an assortment of her clothes on the bed. I looked on in terror.

She passed me a pair of her lacy knickers and beckoned me to put them on. I nervously put them on and I have to admit they did feel nice. She then held out a bra, clamped it on my chest, asked me to hold it in place whilst she fastened it up from behind.

"I don't need to wear this do I?" I asked.

"You're meant to look like a 16 year-old schoolgirl with breasts. I thought about shoving 2 socks up your blouse but this will give you a proper figure. You don't want to risk getting caught do you?"

"You're right…I suppose."

She stuffed a pair of knickers down each 'breast'. She seemed to be enjoying herself, with her life-size doll she could dress up. She helped me put on a pair of navy blue tights and took great delight in rolling them up each of my legs. I found the sensation quite a turn-on and there was a definite stirring in my knickers (my knickers?).

She then passed me a crisp, white blouse to put on. It was strange as it was fitted round the chest and waist and the buttons were on the other side. It was a little tight but fitted okay, I must be slightly largely than my girlfriend after all. Next came the skirt which I was dreading, that for me symbolised totally femininity, despite wearing a pair of knickers, tights and a bra, it was the skirt that made me look like a girl. It was a short, navy, pleated skirt which she held open for me whilst I stepped into it. Once in, she pulled it up my legs then asked me to breathe in whilst she zipped it up. That was a strange feeling I can tell you. She then ushered me over to a full-length mirror for me to see the transformation. It did feel unusual walking in a pair of tights and a short skirt but the feeling was not unpleasurable.

"Oh my God! I look like a girl!" I exclaimed.

"Don't you just! You look just like your mum too. I told you wouldn't get mistaken for a boy!"

"Thanks, that's just what I want to hear!"

"I would like to fix your hair and apply a little make-up to your face."

"Now hang on, you're taking this a little too far aren't you?" I replied.

"We might as well go the whole way, now sit down Colin," she pointed to a chair at her make-up table. Again, like a fool, I trudged over and sat down.

She started brushing my hair and spraying hairspray on it. Then she got a dark pink hairband, with a bow on it, and placed it on my head.

"That's looks better, I will just soften your face a little with some foundation and I want to bring out your eyes and lips. So keep you eyes shut for a moment Colin."

With that I felt a cool, creamy lotion being applied to my face, then a sticky strawberry scented substance on my lips. I then felt my eyelids had been brushed with powder. "Open your eyes, I just need to apply a little eye-liner" she said.

She then gently pulled down on each eye and with a small black pencil proceeded to press it against the edge of my eyelids, that felt very uncomfortable.

"Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous, Colin. Have a look in the mirror."

I stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror, I couldn't believe what I was staring at – it was a gorgeous St Bernard's schoolgirl looking back at me.

"That's me?" I said in consternation.

"Well, it's not me is it!" she replied.

"But I look just like a girl, I mean my figure, my face, my hair, everything" I said in dismay.

"Well, that's the plan. I just need to get some shoes for you, your feet are a little bigger than mine so I will get a pair of my sister's shoes, they should fit you," she left the room leaving me to examine myself as a girl. I studied myself hard in the mirror. I had a curvy figure accentuated by the fitted blouse and breasts. I had a great pair of legs encased in navy tights. My hair was styled like a girl's and my face was fully made-up with eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss and foundation. I started to curtsey in the mirror just as Katie walked in.

"Ah, caught you at! Admiring yourself. I think that look suits you!" she laughed, "Here try these shoes on."

She presented me with a pair of navy shoes that appeared to be like ballet shoes, I slipped them on and they fitted well.

"There, you're a complete St Bernard's girl now. You really do look the part, that's a brilliant disguise. You look hotter than me!"

"Don't get used to it, Katie. And, please, DO NOT TELL A SOUL ABOUT THIS! I'll never live it down. I'm doing you a favour tomorrow, remember? I don't ever want to be reminded of this charade again," I exclaimed.

"I know Colin, and I am so grateful. It'll be worth it to see the look on Emma's face on Friday morning."

We heard the front door open and then footsteps upstairs. "Oh god, my mum has arrived home early" Katie said in dismay.

Just then there was a knock on the bedroom door and a woman appeared.

"Oh hello Katie" then looking at me said, "Who's your friend?"

"Hi mum, this is erm….Jackie" Katie replied.

"Oh hi Jackie, I'm Katie's mum in case you didn't realise. I've not seen you before, are you new?"

I managed a very feeble 'hi' in the best girlie voice I could muster. Then Katie piped up "Yes, she is new mum. Did you want something, only we're busy?"

"Katie, I was just about to tell you that I have to pop out for an hour or so. Dad will be home a bit later tonight, will you be okay?"

"Of course, I'm 16 you know, not a baby anymore!" she retorted.

"Ok, love, I'll see you soon, bye. Bye Jackie" and she left the room and shut the door. We looked at each other aghast and heard her shut the front door.

"That was a close shave, can you imagine what she would have said if you had been dressed as yourself and not a girl? It just goes to show that you're very convincing as a girl!"

My heart was pounding with the thought of being discovered in Katie's bedroom by her mum and then being caught dressed as a girl, but I had got away with it as she had no idea I was Colin.

"Now we know we can get away with it, we can carry out our plan tomorrow. I'll remove all the make-up and fix your hair so that you can make a get away."

Katie then used wipes on my face, removed the hairband and fixed my hair back to a boyish style. I then undressed and put on my St Thomas More boy's uniform.

"Oh it's good to be a boy again!" I exclaimed although I'm not sure I meant it.

We then confirmed our arrangements for the following day and after a long kiss and cuddle goodbye, I left the house and went home.

   

To be continued…

  

  

  

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