School Daze

by Bobbie Taylor

(Part 1)

  

It was the school spring term of 1982 and I had been busy getting ready for some up and coming exams. I was approaching my 13^th birthday and together with my mother we had moved to the area, a small town 20 miles from London the previous year. Mum had not been happy with the educational quality offered around our home town of Leeds and had decided that we should move to an area still holding out against the onslaught of the Comprehensive and that we move to somewhere offering the traditional Grammar School system. She had been helped in this by being offered a relocation package by the Bank she worked at as a business manager.

Before we moved I took the mandatory Eleven Plus examination which I passed thus allowing me to attend the local Grammar School in our new area. I wasn't sure about moving away from my childhood home but Mum assured me that it would be for the best in the long run.

The move had gone well and I soon settled into my new school and began making new friends. I joined the local youth club and it was there that I began to take an interest in girls. The Club met every Friday evening in the local church hall and sometimes, as the evening wore on, it was not unusual for a boy and girl to disappear into one of the many 'forbidden' areas and rooms in the Hall for a quick spot of immature passion. My own experiences were usually chatting to a girl then going with her to one of the many dark and lonely recesses. There we would indulge in some amateurish kissing then, with any luck, I might get the chance for a grope up her skirt. If she co-operated this would lead to us both fondling each other in a frenzy until we climaxed, then we would return the rest of the group as if nothing had happened. Of course most of the others knew, from their own experiences, just what had been going on and would look at us with knowing smiles.

I didn't have a regular girlfriend at the Club and I became a bit envious of those boys whose voices had broken because it appeared that the girls were more attracted to them. At the time I was a bit below average build for my age and had straight blond hair. My hair seemed to emphasise my youth and I fantasised about dying it black in a vain hope of making me look older.

I did however have a girlfriend called Emma. She attended a private school located quite near to my school. We were about the same age and she lived near me so we got into the habit of walking the 15-minute journey to and from school together. As our friendship grew and we began to spend quite a lot of time together and I became captivated by her. She was very pretty and had a delightful laugh and we just seemed to get along well because we seemed to have a lot in common. Every day I looked forward to seeing her in her school uniform as we walked to and from school. She always looked fabulous in her uniform, although Emma was one of those girls that could look fabulous wearing a bin bag. She told me that the reason she went to a private school was because her father was in the army and because he was always moving around the world the army paid the school fees.

I never dreamt about treating Emma like the girls at the Club, we never kissed and what was under her skirt would remain her secret. I was just happy to be with her on our daily journeys and getting together with her at weekends. She didn't go to the Youth Club because it wasn't her sort of thing also she went to ballet classes on Fridays.

It was Friday and after school I waited on the corner for Emma to show up. After a few minutes I saw her come out of the school gates and she headed straight for me flashing that delightful smile.

"Hi Bobby", she said and we started our walk home. "Hey, we've both got next week off school to get our projects finished and handed in".

"Well, for the first time in my life mine are all completed with time to spare".

"Lucky you, I've still got quite a lot to do", she said looking miserable at the thought. "I won't even be able to start this weekend because we've got a heavy rehearsal program at ballet class to prepare for the show we're putting on in a couple of weeks".

"Well then why don't I call round on Monday morning and I'll give you a hand".

"Oh would you, that would be so nice", she turned suddenly and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Emma had hardly ever done that sort of thing but whenever she did my reaction was to blush furiously. She giggled when she saw the colour of my face then she stopped walking and turned to face me.

"Oh Bobby you're such a nice boy", she kissed me again on the other cheek. "Do you know I think it's wonderful that you've never tried anything on when we're together and I admire you for that".

"I wouldn't do that sort of thing, you know that".

"Yes and that makes you really special", with that she kissed me square on the lips. It was only a brief kiss but I felt my insides turning upside down and inside out, I felt like I was floating. "Now I'd better get off home, see you on Monday morning".

I watched her walk towards her house with the feelings of that kiss still lingering on. As she reached her door she turned and waved to me and disappeared inside.

The weekend was pretty boring, Saturday I tried to meet up with some of my pals but they were all preoccupied with getting on with their school projects. In the end I played football with some boys who were much younger than me. On Sunday I had to accompany Mum visiting some family friends so at 9.30 on Monday I was ringing Emma's doorbell yearning to see her. When she opened the door I was surprised to see her in school uniform.

"Hi Bobby, it's really good of you to come and give me a hand", she smiled that delightful smile as she ushered me inside.

"What's with the school uniform?" I looked down at my normal casual wear of sweater and Emma's.

"Oh, it's just that I might have to go into school to use the library and we aren't allowed in school unless we're in uniform. So I thought that I might as well get prepared as it will save the bother of getting changed later".

I helped Emma for a couple of hours getting the information she needed from books while she did all the writing. It was obvious after a while that she would need more details that we had at here house if she were to finish everything properly.

"I really need to use the school library to get more facts", she said looking a bit frustrated.

"Yes I suppose you do, still if you go into school it shouldn't take too long".

"It would take half the time if I had someone to look out the books while I did the writing", she said. "I don't suppose you would come with me, would you?"

"Of course I'd come with you if I could, but that's obviously not possible", I replied.

"Well I realise it would be difficult but I think I might have an idea. Just wait here a minute and see what you think". With that she left the room only to return after a couple of minutes holding some items that I couldn't quite see. "Come and sit over here, I'd like to try something".

She motioned me to sit on a high stool and as soon as I was seated she began to comb my hair back away from my face. She then began to pull it back and started to put some pins in it and clipped something to the back of my head which she spent a little time arranging. When she was satisfied with her efforts she began to comb the front of my hair into a fringe and when this was done she stood back to survey here efforts.

"That looks really good", she said standing back looking at the results of her work.

"What does? What have you done to my hair? You've attached something to the back of my head and it feels strange".

"No don't touch it, you can see what I've done to it later. I've had a brilliant idea and it really works, now I know that you can come into school and help me if you want to", she said smiling.

"How on earth can I do that? I mean I'd really like to help you but you said that even you would have to wear your uniform to go into school. So how could I go in with you? I'm sure that they wouldn't allow a boy to go in there, they'd ask me to leave as soon as I went through the entrance".

"That's just the point, you'll easily blend in with the rest. Anyone will think that you're one of the pupils and in a school that size new people come and go all the time so nobody will think there is anything strange in seeing a new face".

I was getting puzzled, first she had done something with my hair and now she was telling me that I could accompany her into her school without anyone noticing.

"The only way I can see that I'd get away with going to your school without anyone noticing is if I looked like any other girl in uniform and… No, I couldn't get away with that", the truth about her idea was beginning to form in my mind. "I mean how could I ever get away with looking like a girl? I mean I'm a boy"

"If you could see your hair now you don't look much like a boy, well from the neck up anyway. No please don't touch it you can see what you look like later. I know it's a lot to ask but I could really do with your help because if I can get finished today we can spend the next few days doing something we really like together. The uniform won't be a problem because I've plenty of spare items and you're about my size".

I felt a sort of panic coming on because I really couldn't understand what was happening. "But it I do as you ask it would mean that I'd have to wear, well…a skirt".

"And what's wrong with wearing a skirt? I'm wearing one and let's be realistic you won't be showing any more of your legs than if you were wearing shorts. Besides I think you'll look cute", she said flashing that delightful smile that somehow made me feel so good.

"That's not the point and you know it, boys don't wear skirts".

"Well a skirt like this is not much different to a kilt and boys wear kilts, have you ever worn one?"

I shook my head because a kilt was something I'd never worn. I remember my Mum's friend wanting me to wear one for her wedding when I was a pageboy but she changed her mind after the terrific fuss I made at the time. I finished up wearing white shorts and a shirt.

"No I've never worn one and I don't know much about that sort of thing but your skirt has pleats all the way round and if I remember rightly kilts are flat at the front", I said getting very nervous about where all this was all leading.

"Well if you haven't even worn a kilt then this is going to be a whole new experience for you. Come on you can wait in the study while I sort out some things for you to wear. Don't look so worried you'll be fine and you might even enjoy the experience".

She then took me into a small room she called the study and told me to sit down and made me promise not to mess with my hair. While she was gone I tried to get a reflection in the glass of a display cabinet to try to see just what she had done to my hair but despite all my efforts I couldn't see anything. All this was moving too fast for me but I felt powerless to do anything about it and all too soon Emma came back carrying a bundle.

"Come on, stand up so I can help you off with your sweater without messing up your hair". She held the neck of my sweater wide and I slipped it over my head. "Now take off the rest of your things".

"What all of them?"

"Well you can leave your underpants on for time being, now come along we haven't got all day and the sooner we get to school the sooner we'll finish".

After a few minutes I stood there, blushing furiously, wearing nothing but my Y fronts feeling very embarrassed while Emma smiled at my obvious discomfort.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you've got terrific legs", she smiled when that remark made my face even redder. "Sorry I shouldn't make fun of you when you're doing this for me". She turned to take something from her bundle. "Now we all hate the regulation uniform knickers so we all tend to wear things like these, the school don't mind as long as they're not too fancy. Don't worry I'll turn around while you change", she handed mw a pair of lace edged white briefs and a silky vest type of top.

"Can't I just wear these?" I indicated my Y fronts.

"Course not silly, if you're going to wear a skirt you've got to wear the proper underwear. Now I'll turn away while you get them on then I'll help you with the rest".

I felt my face going even redder than ever as I pulled on the white lace edged knickers and the silky white vest thing that had white satin ribbon like things for shoulder straps. "Ok, I'm decent, I think".

 

She turned to face me, "Tuck your vest into your knickers", was all she said. "Now for the blouse", she handed me a white shirt like thing which was difficult to button because the buttons were all on the wrong side. She helped me tuck the blouse into the knickers as I tied the school tie around my neck that was the only item I was familiar with.

"I'm not sure that I can go through with this", I said feeling dreadfully embarrassed by the whole thing.

"I know I'm asking a lot of you but let's see how you look when we're finished and make a decision then. After all, you've gone this far you might a well continue, here put these on next".

She handed me a pair of white knee length socks, the type that all girls, even teenagers seemed to be wearing at that time. I pulled them on and turned down the tops down as she instructed. "What size shoe do you wear?" she asked and when I replied she just answered, "perfect" and gave me a pair of black one-strap shoes to put on. I slipped them on and did up the straps; they seemed to fit perfectly.

"Right, nearly ready", she said, "now for the skirt". This was the thing I dreaded most but she undid the zip of the offending garment and before I could say anything she had me step into it. She pulled it up to my waist, did up the fastening and pulled up the zip.

I was aware that my knees and lower thighs were exposed but before I could say anything Emma was speaking again. "One last thing", she helped me slip the tight navy blue V-neck sweater over my head and then she stood back examining me closely. "Well I thought that you'd make a convincing schoolgirl but I never realised how pretty you would look. Come on, let's get my books together and get off to the library".

Before I could protest Emma took me by the hand and led me back to the lounge, She scooped up her books, put them in her school bag and began to lead me to the front door.

Suddenly I was all too aware of my little pleated skirt and began to panic. Surely I couldn't go outside like this, I stopped dead in my tracks.

"What's wrong?" asked Emma when she realised that I wasn't following her.

"I can't go out like this, people will laugh at me".

"Oh sorry, you haven't seen what you look like yet have you", she smiled and led me to another room where there was a large full-length mirror.

The sight I saw in that mirror both fascinated and frightened me. There were two schoolgirls in the reflection, one was obviously Emma and the other one was me. I still looked like me but I was now a schoolgirl. The uniform was convincing and my hair confirmed that I was what Emma had wanted. She had combed my hair back from my face and arranged a fringe to cover my forehead. Plus she had attached a clip on ponytail high at the back of my head, which she had decorated with a white ribbon. I looked just like one of many other girls who went to Emma's school.

"See I told you that you could get away with looking like a girl from my school. In fact you look very cute in a skirt". I didn't know what to say as I gazed at my reflection, the frightened feeling I was experiencing because I looked so much like a girl was increasing all the time.

I didn't have time to say or do anything however because she took hold of my hand and before I knew it I was outside and on the way to Emma's school. I felt mortified, what if anyone recognised me? If anyone from my school saw me of if we ran into any of my friends my life wouldn't have been worth living.

Emma obviously sensed my disquiet, "Don't worry, if we meet anyone who knows you they probably won't realise that it is you. They'll just think that you're a girl from my school and won't even give you a second look".

That was ok for her to say but the sensation of wearing a skirt outside for the first time was bothering me. It was very light and flyaway with its full circle of pleats and I was all too aware about the scant protection it gave from showing off my knickers, I was really glad that the sweater I wore kept some of it under control at least. I began to wonder why girls wore their skirts so short, surely if they were worn well below the knee they would be more practical? I had so much to learn about girls' fashion and I didn't realise at that point just how much I was going to find out on that subject in the very near future.

Every time we saw someone on our way to Emma's school I felt myself begin to panic but as she had said, nobody gave us a second look. By the time we reached the school gates I was beginning to feel a little easier about my appearance.

Then my apprehension began to grow as we walked through those school gates that had hitherto been out of bounds to me. The view of the school buildings was new to me because a high wall protected all the grounds plus numerous trees shrouded the inner area. As we got nearer to the main building I began to get a glimpse of groups of pupils. On our left were a couple of teams of girls playing netball wearing those tiny pleated games skirts that all school; girls wore at that time. I began to think that if I had been dressed in my normal clothes I would be told that I wasn't welcome because they would be thinking that all I was there for was to ogle at their legs and tiny fly away skirts.

Then suddenly I realised that we were about to enter the main building and I froze.

"What's the matter?" asked Emma as I stopped walking.

"I can't go in there, I don't know my way about and what if anyone speaks to me? They'll know that I don't belong here".

"Just follow me", said Emma getting hold of my hand once more, "I'll guide you to where we're going. If anyone speaks to us I'll do all the talking, you've nothing to worry about, honest".

That was all right for her to say but she wasn't a boy dressed as a schoolgirl actually inside a girl's school. I dreaded even thinking about what would happen if I were to be found out. Once inside I followed Emma down several corridors, I was beginning to feel physically sick with worry about being discovered. My stomach seemed to turn into knots every time we passed someone and I dreaded the possibility that I might be spoken to. Finally, after what seemed like miles, we walked through some double doors into what was obviously the school library. I heaved a sigh of relief, not only had I safely negotiated my way in unnoticed but also the library appeared to be completely devoid of people.

For the next hour or so we worked together on Emma's project. She did all the writing while I looked out the books she needed and found the relevant information. It was odd because at first I felt embarrassed about my short revealing skirt while clambering up and down the library stepladder to reach books on the higher shelves, but after a while I quite forgot all about it.

Finally Emma closed all her books, "finished at last. Now if we hurry we can get some lunch in the refectory before the main rush starts".

Before I could reply she grabbed my hand again and guided me down yet another corridor. Suddenly I realised something and pulled her to a stop.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's a bit silly really, but I don't have any money to pay for my lunch. My skirt doesn't have any pockets (did I say MY skirt?) so how could I bring any with me?"

"Well that's where you're wrong", sad Emma stifling a giggle. "Yes most skirts and dresses don't have pockets but most school skirts do. It's just that they tend to be hidden", she then revealed a pocket in my skirt hidden among the pleats on my right hand side. "There you are, also you don't need to worry about paying for your lunch. That's one of the benefits in going to a fee paying school, all the food is free".

We then went through a pair of double swing doors into a rather grandly laid out cafeteria type of place. The place was almost empty with just a couple of groups of girls sitting at tables. They took no notice of us; they were too preoccupied with eating and chatting to one another. I followed Emma's lead and we were soon sat at an empty table eating a very nice meal.

"The food here is much better than we get at my school", I said eating as though I hadn't been fed in days because I suddenly realised that I was very hungry.

We had just finished when a tall girl dressed in a netball skirt came and sat beside Emma. She was obviously a year or so older than us and looked very attractive with her very long blond hair tied back in a long loose ponytail.

"Hi Emma", she said as she sat down, "have you heard about the extra ballet rehearsal for us principals set up for Sunday morning?"

"Yes, they really want the show to be perfect don't they? Still it's worse for the girls in the corps, I heard that they have been asked to go to two extra sessions on Saturday".

"Really? But I'm not surprised because I had heard that they have been having a few problems with some of the routines" said the girl whose name I found out was Maria. "It's Roy I feel sorry for, as he's the only boy in the show he's been saddled with having to go to all the extra sessions because he's dancing routines with both the principals and the corps".

"Yes I also feel sorry for Roy, I get the impression that he doesn't like doing ballet but his folks seem to make him keep going".

Maria looked at me for a second before resuming the conversation. "It wasn't so bad for him before that other boy James left now he's the only boy in the ballet school".

"Well let's face it, James really had to leave after all the fuss he made before that last display we did in the spring", said Emma.

"I don't know much about that because I was away visiting my parents in Hong Kong at the time. I did hear that that been some sort of trouble but nobody seemed to want to talk about it, it was all very mysterious".

"Well if you're interested I'll tell you, I don't suppose it matters now that so much time has passed. We were all sworn to secrecy about it at the time in case it got the ballet school a bad name".

"Sounds intriguing, do tell", she said then looking at me, "I'm sorry, my name's Maria, I don't think we've met".

Emma immediately reacted to this, "I really should have introduced you before, Maria this is Bobbie, she's new around here".

"Hello Bobbie, it's nice to meet you", I felt my face colouring up because I had been comfortable sitting there anonymously while the two girls gossiped about ballet. "Do you dance?"

"No, I've never tried it", I said trying to make my voice sound as girlish as possible. I felt the panic inside me begin to rise because I was sure that Maria would realise who I really was at any minute. Then I felt relief when she turned back to Emma.

"Come on, you were going to give me all the scandal about James".

"OK, you remember we were performing a short display at the Charity Gala and we were just doing three set pieces involving small groups of dancers. Well first of all James apparently complained that he wasn't included and said it wasn't fair that the girls got to perform in all the displays when the boys were left out. The school principal didn't want any trouble because, as you know, James and his parents could be very vocal when it came to things that they didn't like. His group were performing the second set piece that involved six dancers performing romantic classical ballet movements".

"Oh like the one we did last year at the Easter Fair?" asked Maria.

"Yes, the teachers were put into a bit of a dilemma because they knew that he was a good dancer and they realised that they couldn't just leave him out on ability grounds. They knew that if they did omit him his parents would cause trouble by accusing the school of favouritism towards the girls. It was becoming a bit of an issue and a few of the girls were beginning to get a bit upset by it all until one of the teachers came up with a solution".

"What an earth did they do", Maria sounded very inquisitive and obviously wanted the whole story. I, on the other hand, felt relieved to be left out of all this and was content just to sit there without being the centre of attention.

"It was a brilliant idea that got the school and everyone off the hook. James and his parents were told that he was to be included in the set after all. The only stipulation was that he had to be prepared to wear the identical costume to the others on the set".

"Hang on", said Maria, "if I remember rightly the dancers in the Classical Ballet set were all dressed in white tutus. You don't mean that if he wanted to perform he'd have to wear a tutu do you? That's brilliant, so what happened? Did he go through with it?"

"No, of course he didn't, even James and his odious parents knew that they were beaten. Mind you we did speculate for a while what he would look like in a frilly tutu. No, he was suddenly removed from the school never to be seen again".

Maria began to giggle at the thought of all this and then changed the subject slightly, "have you got your costume for the show yet?"

"No, Mummy's having a special tutu made for me but it isn't finished yet".

"You lucky thing, I'm having to make do with the one I wore last year. Well I must go now as I have a class starting soon. Bye, nice meeting you Bobbie". With that she was gone.

I sat for a few moments with a picture in my mind the subject was Emma wearing a tutu. I so wanted to see her in one for real. This whole interlude had taken my mind off my present dilemma of being in a Girls School masquerading as a schoolgirl.

"Come on, let's get out of here", Emma took me by the hand and I soon found myself out on the street again feeling relieved about being outside that alien environment. "Let's go home by the park".

With Emma holding my hand we made our way to the park. Once there we had the place to ourselves and for the first time since I had ventured out with Emma dressed in a girl's school uniform I felt strangely secure. An ancient high stone wall that made it very private from all passers bye surrounded the whole area. Apart from the passengers on the top deck of passing buses and they posed no threat to us. Once inside the confines of the wall we approached the play area and Emma suddenly dropped her schoolbag onto a bench.

"Come on, I'll race you to the swing boat", she ran off before I could react.

The swing boat was a piece of play apparatus consisting of a flat beam supported by a central pivot by two joining metal poles. The idea was that two riders stood at each end of the beam and attempted to make the whole structure swing as high as possible. At busy periods other riders would sit at the centre of the beam just to enjoy the ride and encourage the riders at each end to push the ride ever higher. On that occasion there was no one else around to join in on our ride.

I set off in pursuit of Emma and for the first time I felt the sensation of freedom that the skirt afforded. However as I reached the ride and began to clamber up to my position I also felt the downside of wearing a skirt. There was no way that I could climb into position opposite Emma without the risk of exposing my underwear. Emma, noticing my embarrassment, grinned at my futile antics to preserve my dignity.

"Don't worry about showing off your knickers, there's nobody about".

We then began to swing the boat and tried to get it to hit the safety stops fixed at the limit of its movement. As we rode ever higher I realised that the rapid up and down movement made our skirts fly up. The realisation of this had a most peculiar on me because instead of feeling embarrassed I felt strangely excited and began to giggle to myself every time it happened. Emma couldn't help noticing my reaction to my wayward skirt and began to laugh.

"I think that you're beginning to enjoy wearing a skirt", she said with a mischievous grin on her face when we clambered off the ride. "Maybe you should wear one again sometime".

She saw my face begin to colour up at her remark so she took me by the hand and we set off towards her house. Once there I expected her to suggest that I change back into my own clothes but she didn't mention it and I was strangely a little embarrassed to talk about it. Instead she suggested that I sit on the sofa in the lounge while she poured us both a coke. She then sat down beside me and gave me an unexpected kiss on the cheek.

"I know that I've asked an awful lot of you today and it has been very hard on you having to wear a skirt but you really have been marvellous about it all. I half expected you to refuse when I suggested it and I know that you didn't really want any part of it".

I sat there clutching at my half empty glass looking down at my little pleated skirt that left quite a lot of my legs exposed. I wondered where all this was leading because I was getting rather confused at my own thoughts. One part of me was telling me that I shouldn't be doing this and to get changed as soon as possible. Whereas the other part of me was telling me that it felt somehow nice to pretend to be a girl. I also realised that there can't have been many boys who would have been dressed in an identical fashion to their girlfriend including wearing a skirt.

Emma spoke again, "Bobby, put down your glass for a second".

I did as she asked and almost immediately she threw her arms around me and began kissing me fully on the lips. This was completely unexpected because although I had experienced this sort of thing with girls at the Youth Club, Emma has been someone special to me so I had never ventured that far with her. She pulled her head back for a moment and gave me one of her wonderful smiles and then resumed kissing me again. My involuntary reaction to all this was that I had an immediate erection. My rather immature member began to push upwards against the confines of my snug fitting knickers and I realised that because I was wearing a skirt there was no way that I could hide it. It was simple when wearing trousers because they tended to mask such things but Emma was bound to notice my little tent when we finished our kiss.

The kiss ended and she looked down at the reason for my discomfort. "Oh Bobby, we'll have to do something about that". She smiled and began to kiss me all over again.

At that point my member began to ache with the increasing violence of my erection. Then, as always seemed to happen during bouts of adolescent fumblings, a hand began to slowly creep up a skirt. The difference this time however was that the skirt in question was MY skirt and I soon felt her hand tugging down the elastic of my knickers. As she pulled them down past my aching member I automatically lifted up my bottom and she deftly pulled them all the way down and tossed them casually away. I really didn't know what to do then, did I reciprocate? Or would that be too much? Well I did succumb to temptation and my hand slid p her skirt and I began to fondle her through the silky material of her knickers. Suddenly, as she began to reach an orgasm, my whole body began to convulse as my aching member began to eject with a violence that I had never experienced before.

We sat hugging each other for a while when our passion had subsided but what I really wanted was to pay a visit to the bathroom to clean myself up. I reluctantly excused myself and started to head off to clean up.

"Here, you'll need these", Emma tossed my discarded knickers to me and giggled.

Fortunately most of the remnants of my ejaculation were confined to the tops of my legs and body so it was easy to clean myself up with copious amounts of toilet tissue. Then when I was finished I went back to join Emma.

"Let's take a stroll in the garden for a while because you'll soon have to get changed to go home".

Our stroll lasted for about half an hour and then it was time for me to become 'Bobby' again. I somehow had some regrets about removing my skirt and donning my trousers the thought of which worried me somewhat. When I was back to my ' normal self I went back to find Emma so that she could sort out my hair.

"Are you coming round tomorrow?" she asked as she removed my ponytail. "Only if you do it will have to be after lunch. I really need to practice some ballet movements for the show. Also the dressmaker is bringing round my new tutu so I'll need to try it on for size".

"You really are working hard for the show, aren't you"?

"Well it's the first time that I've been asked to dance as a principal. Why don't you and your Mum come and see the show? Here, take these tickets for the last performance. That's the best one to attend because we all have a bit of a party straight after the final curtain still in our costumes. We are each permitted to have a couple of guests and Mummy can't make it that night as she's flying off to meet Daddy for a few days".

I took the tickets not knowing what to expect from the show because I'd never really seen any ballet performed.

"So who's going to look after you while your Mum's away?"

"Oh she'll probably arrange for my Aunt to come and stay for a few days".

The look on her face when she mentioned her Aunt betrayed the fact that she wasn't looking forward to having her look after her.

"Tell you what, why don't you come and stay ay my house? There's plenty of room and I'm sure Mum won't mind".

She smiled at my suggestion, "that would be super. My Aunt's a bit of a bore and very old fashioned. Are you sure that your Mum won't mind?"

"I'm positive, I'll get her to phone your Mum tonight to sort things out".

With that I began to make my way home and I was happy with the thought that, not only would I see Emma the following day, but that she would be staying at our house.

I was surprised to find Mum at home when I opened the front door because the car wasn't parked outside. Then I remembered that she had taken it to the garage for servicing so she had probably taken the bus home.

"Hello Bobby, did you manage to sort Emma's project out? Have you been at her house all day?

I explained that Emma had to go to use the school library at one point but I naturally omitted the part about me going there with here. I then asked her about having Emma to stay at our house while her mother was away and then produced the tickets to the Ballet Show.

"Of course she can come to stay", said Mum. "It was strange because as I passed the park on the bus I saw two girls from Emma's school playing. One of them looked just like her, still I suppose girls can look alike when they are wearing their uniforms".

This remark made me begin to blush because if she had seen Emma she would have also seen my dressed like a schoolgirl. Surely she hadn't recognised me, she would have said so, or would she? All I knew was that she gave me a long strange look.

In bed that night I found it difficult to sleep with all sorts of thoughts and feelings going on inside me. It bothered me that I had enjoyed wearing a skirt and masquerading as a schoolgirl. I was also worried that Mum had recognised me when we were playing in the park. I just didn't know where all this was leading to but I consoled myself with the thought that I would be seeing Emma again the following day. Would I ever get the opportunity to wear a skirt again? Oddly I really wanted to.

To be continued in Part Two…

  

  

  

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