This story is a sequel to We are the Champions, parts 1 & 2 and follows on at the point immediately after the first story ends.

 

We’re Still the Champions

by Darryl L. Foster

 

The second school day after the Netball Championships I decided at the last minute to change out of my school uniform trousers and go to school that day wearing my school skirt (see: We are the Champions). Mum saw what I had done as I waited in the house until it was time to go and catch the school minibus and she looked at me thoughtfully but she said nothing. I was determined that as I had helped the School team retain the County Netball Championship in the guise of a girl then I would attend that day’s presentation meeting in the same way. I must admit to having second thoughts as I walked down the road to meet the bus. One concern was that it was quite windy and the gusts were playing havoc with my pleated skirt. Fortunately my school blazer kept most of it under control so I only risked exposing a few extra inches of my legs. Another concern was the reaction of my fellow pupils and the nuns when I arrived at school wearing the ‘wrong’ uniform.

The bus was, as always, on time and as I slid the door open the occupants could see what I was wearing for the first time because I had been careful to hide my lower half behind a low fence while I waited. The occupants were the same people as always, two younger girls who looked at each other and giggled when they saw me. The remaining two were Lucy and my beloved Lynda who were both members of our victorious team.

Lucy looked at me with a surprised expression, she had seen me during our weekend away wearing all manner of girlish apparel but I don’t think that she had expected this. Lynda who was waiting for me to join her as usual on the back seat just looked at me, smiled and beckoned me to come and join her.

I explained the reason for my mode of dress to her before she could ask the question and she responded by kissing me on the cheek, cuddling up close and took hold of my hand which she squeezed tightly. "Oh Darren, you are so wonderful. Don’t worry, if anyone says anything about you wearing a skirt to school they’ll have me and the rest of the team to deal with".

On my arrival at school there was a certain amount of curiosity and questions but surprisingly, in the main, things went without much incident. I was called to Sister Eudes office during the mid morning break to explain why I was wearing a skirt at school. I think she was a little embarrassed about calling me in because of the things that I had done for the good of the School. I told her my reasons and she accepted my explanation again complementing me on my contribution to the netball team’s success. She then said that provided I was complying fully with the uniform code, albeit the girl’s version, I was quite entitled to wear it. She explained that complying fully not only meant the visible items but underwear as well so I had to suffer the indignity of lifting my skirt to confirm that I was indeed wearing regulation knickers. Then when she was satisfied she sent me on my way.

During our lunch break Lynda led me to our private place, the wind was still gusting and without the control of my blazer my skirt took on a mind of its own. I had to put up with several ribald comments from onlookers as I struggled to maintain my dignity. Once we were out of the range of prying eyes Lynda explained to me what I would be expected to do when presented to the dignitaries at the afternoon meeting. She said that as I was presenting myself as a girl I would need to act like one when introduced to ‘special’ people. Instead of the customary bow I would be expected to curtsy so she spent a few minutes teaching me how to execute the customary bob.

When she was satisfied she motioned for me to go and sit beside her, "now my precious I think its time for this", she said. She immediately began to give me a slow passionate kiss, which seemed to go on and on but she didn’t attempt to explore under my skirt. When she ended the kiss she just looked dreamily into my eyes. "Oh Darren I don’t know what I’d do without you now. Please say that we’ll stay together for ever and ever".

I nodded, and then looking down at my burgundy pleated skirt, which was identical to the one that she was wearing and said. "Yes of course we’ll stay together forever but I think you’d prefer it if I was wearing more appropriate clothes for a boy".

"Oh Darren, don’t say things like that, you know I love to see you in skirts. I know that it’s sometimes a bit hard on you but please wear one sometimes, just for me. Seeing you like that really does something to me and you look really cute".

On the way back to class I wondered if I was going crazy or something. After all I was a boy and boys don’t wear skirts, at least not voluntarily, but there I was at school wearing one. The thing was it was my idea that I had put it on that morning; no one had forced me I just felt that I wanted to. The other thing that I had to admit to myself was that I liked wearing it, not only was it comfortable but I loved the way it felt and the sense of freedom it gave me. Plus there was something else that attracted me towards skirts and dresses but at that time I couldn’t identify what it was.

At the end of our first lesson that afternoon all the members of the netball team assembled in Sister Eudes office. Once we were all there we were led to the library where the group of dignitaries were waiting and during the short walk Lynda held my hand tightly. Once we reached our destination we were all formally introduced and presented to the jovial looking baronet (I still cannot remember his name). When it came to my turn he spoke to me in a congratulatory manner and I almost forgot Lynda’s tutoring because when he took my hand I almost instinctively bowed then just in time I bobbed into a curtsy. Sister Eudes, ably backed up by Sister Mary, then made a short speech about our netball prowess and we then scattered to talk informally to the other guests. It suddenly occurred to me that everyone there who wasn’t in the know had no doubts about my gender, to them I was a girl and that thought oddly gave me a thrill.

On the bus journey home the two younger girls were far more vocal than they had been that morning. They demanded to know why I was wearing a skirt and did I think that I was turning into a girl. However a few caustic comments from Lynda soon shut them up. In the privacy of the back seat she was even more attentive to me than ever. She kept kissing me and telling me that we were made for each other.

Once home I thought that I had better explain to Mum my reasons for changing out of my trousers that morning. She listened without interrupting and when I had finished she just said, "I told you that I would support you in whatever you did and I think that you were so brave". She then kissed me on the cheek and said nothing more about it even when I kept my skirt on for the rest of the evening.

That night as I undressed I had a sort of melancholy feeling when I stepped out of my skirt. I wondered when, and if, I would have the opportunity to wear such things again. Then on impulse I pulled my skirt on again and went over to the large mirror for a long last look at myself. I must have stood there for quite a while and when I realised that it really was time I got into bed I made the strangest resolution to myself. I told myself that I must let my hair grow.

I lay there in the darkness wondering what my mixed up feelings were all about and trying to make sense of them. Here I was, a boy with the most wonderful girlfriend in the world, who had many items of girls clothing there in that very room. My Mum had even placed the things that had needed cleaning after our trip to High Wycombe in the drawers after laundering. I wondered to myself, boys don’t wear dresses and skirts, do they? But then again, why not? It was all too confusing, and then I must have fallen asleep.

During the next three weeks things went on as normal with the exception that Lynda and I would go round to each others homes two or three times week to do our homework together (Lynda lived about twenty minutes walk from my house). All that time I didn’t venture into my other persona but I did sense that Lynda wanted me to although she didn’t say anything. We did take every opportunity to have a passionate cuddle whenever we could and those opportunities occurred more when we were both at her house. Lynda’s room was very large with a bed at one end and the other set out like a study/rest area with two easy chairs and a desk plus TV set. Her parents didn’t object to us going up there to do our ‘homework’. Needless to say we made the most of those opportunities although we never went further than some frenzied petting in case her Mother or Father came in.

During the last week of term we looked forward to the pleasure of a whole week away from school before the start of the long Summer Term. This would herald a few changes in school life, not the least some changes to the uniform code. All the girls would leave their skirts and blazers behind and replace them with cotton gingham dresses, dresses that the girls all loathed, and burgundy cardigans. The only concession the boys had in their uniform was that blazers were no longer mandatory and short-sleeved shirts were allowed. One of the other changes would be on the sports field. The school tended to concentrate their sporting efforts in playing tennis and there were several courts set out on the perimeter of the playing fields. I liked playing tennis and I knew that it was one sport that both boys and girls could play together on, more or less, level terms. I also realised that, unlike netball, there wouldn’t be any problem with the kit because while girls normally wore tennis skirts or dresses boys always wore shorts. I also knew that Lynda loved playing tennis and never missed a chance of a game so I had the thought of playing against her to look forward to. The thoughts of the summer netball league never even entered my head.

It was on the Wednesday of that final week that Lynda, during our normal lunchtime interlude, gave me a proposition that I couldn’t refuse. "Darren my sweet", she began, "Mummy and Daddy are going out this evening and will not be back until very late. I’d really like it if you came round to keep me company, will you?"

The opportunity of spending time alone with Lynda was too much to refuse. The thought of an evening with her without the presence of her parents was already getting me excited. Lynda’s parents often left her in the house alone because their housekeeper lived just a few minutes away and could easily be contacted by telephone. She also looked after all Lynda’s needs if ever her parents stayed away overnight, providing her with meals and everything else she would need.

"Of course I will, I’ll be there about six thirty if that’s all right", I replied.

All that afternoon I looked forward to going round to Lynda’s house knowing that she would be there alone. She cuddled up extra close to me on the bus heading home and when it was my turn to get off she asked me not to be late giving me a mischievous grin.

I told Mum as soon as I got home that I would be going to Lynda’s for the evening and as soon as we had eaten I headed off up to my room to change out of my school uniform. I stripped down to my jockey shorts and had a quick wash then I looked at the time, it was five forty five, I had plenty of time. Then I opened my wardrobe and took out my best jeans and sweatshirt because I wanted to look trendy for Lynda. I was about to get dressed when something in my head seemed to tell me to open the wardrobe again which I did almost automatically. I found myself looking at the end of the rail where ‘Darryl’s’ clothes were hanging then something inside me seemed to tell me that I ought the wear a dress that evening. "Why not?" I asked myself, I knew that Lynda would like it if I did. So I put my jeans and sweatshirt back where they had come from and proceeded to turn myself into Darryl.

A few minutes later I went down to find Mum, I was wearing my pale blue dress under which I wore the seemingly obligatory bra and matching knickers set. I finished off the outfit with a pair of white knee socks and the blue flats to match the dress, Darryl was back and he/she felt wonderful.

Mum looked surprised when she saw me but didn’t question my mode of dress, instead she just said. "Well if you’ve decided to go to Lynda’s dressed like that I think that you’ll need a little help, come and sit over here".

She sat me on a dining chair and pulled her makeup bag from her handbag and began to apply mascara, lipstick and powder to my face. She then began to fuss with my hair and after a short while stood back to see the final touches of her labours.

She said, "you know your hair is getting longer and I know that you’ve skipped going to the barbers. If you want to let your hair grow it’s fine by me but it doesn’t mean that you don’t have to get it trimmed to keep it looking nice". She then disappeared into the hallway and when she reappeared a few seconds later she was carrying a silver coloured hair band. She pushed it onto my head and began to rearrange my hair around it and only when she was satisfied did she let me look. What I saw amazed me, my hair had grown a little during the past three weeks but not that much. However Mum’s careful styling and the hair band gave the impression that my hair was longer than it really was and I really looked like a girl.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

I didn’t know what to say so I mumbled something about, "it looks nice".

I then said that I ought to be going and stood up ready to depart.

"Right my pet", she said, "I know that term is almost over but you still have school tomorrow so make sure that you leave Lynda’s before ten then you should be home and in bed by ten thirty. (I must point out that at that time there was no perceived problem about children being out alone at night, unlike today when media coverage of certain unfortunate events has made such things almost impossible).

As I set out on the walk to Lynda’s house I was immediately aware of the almost sensuous feeling of the cool air around my legs and the freedom the skirt seemed to give me. It had been almost three weeks since I had worn a skirt and somehow I knew that it wouldn’t be the last time if I could possibly help it. Even my newly acquired breasts seemed to be the most natural thing in the world although I had to admit to myself that in the absence of cotton wool the cups were stuffed with a couple of pairs of socks.

Even passing people on the way now held no fear for me because I knew that they would assume that I was a girl. Strangely I felt that if they did suspect that I was really a boy in disguise I really didn’t care, I felt so happy and contented.

As I approached Lynda’s house I began to get a little concerned about how she would react when she saw me. I still didn’t quite believe her when she said that she liked to see me wearing skirts because I thought that she had said those things to keep me happy during the netball games. However I needn’t have been concerned at all because when I was almost up to the door it flew open and Lynda rushed out to meet me squealing with delight.

"Oh Darren don’t you look great", she threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss. "Come along I’ve been waiting for you, I never dreamed that you would come wearing your dress".

That term ‘your dress’ gave that unexpected feeling of excitement again which I couldn’t explain.

She was wearing a skimpy white cotton shift type of dress teamed with a pair of white slip on shoes. She looked delightful and the dress seemed to emphasize the length of her bare legs. I kept wondering if she was wearing anything underneath it because it was obvious from the top she wasn’t wearing a bra.

"Come on my sweet, I’ve poured us some drinks out on the patio". She led me through the house and out onto the patio where I saw two glasses of coke on the table under a sunshade.

We sat and chatted until we had both finished our drinks then Lynda spoke again. "Daddy’s just bought me a super new dressing table, come and have a look". She took my hand and led me up to her room where she showed off her new dressing table complete with lights surrounding the mirror. She then went over to her wardrobe where one of the doors was standing open and pushed what looked like a mass of frills back inside before closing the door.

"What was all that?" I asked.

"Oh, they’re my ballet tutus, I wear one when I do displays or take ballet exams", she replied. "The problem is that they spread out so far they push the wardrobe door open if I don’t remember to shut it properly".

I had this wonderful vision of Lynda dressed as a ballerina and I longed to see her as one for real. "I’d love to see you wearing one", I said.

"Well I’ll put one on for you maybe later", she replied, "but not right now because it would take too long to get the effect right and we don’t have time right now. Now my sweet, come here".

She placed her hand behind my head and pressed her lips to mine and put her other arm round my waist and squeezed me close to her during the long lingering kiss. My ‘breasts’ and hers clashed together and I felt the beginnings of an arousal.

Then the kiss finished and she looked dreamily into my eyes and just hugged me tightly for a few minutes. She then excused herself on the pretext of visiting the bathroom.

The door opened a couple of minutes later signalling her return, as I was busy looking through her extensive collection of videos. I didn’t immediately turn in her direction but I heard her coming up behind me. When I did turn however I saw that she was completely naked and without saying anymore she threw her arms around me and began kissing me again and by that time I was getting very aroused.

Then when the kiss ended she looked into my eyes and said in a whisper, "Now my pet I think that it’s your turn".

I felt the zip on the back of my dress come undone and then with a little help from Lynda it fell to the floor where I stepped out of it. I kicked off my shoes and socks and stood there dressed only in my bra and knickers. One of her hands expertly unhooked my bra while the other eased my knickers down and suddenly, like her I was naked.

She pulled me gently towards her bed and said in a very soft voice, "Darren, please make love to me".

With that she lay down on the bed and pulled me on top of her while spreading her legs wide. I began to kiss her breasts and each time I did so I could feel her body quiver. Then she gasped "Oh Darren, now", so I thrust forward into her and as she hooked her legs over mine we were one again. After a few thrusts we climaxed together and I had that wonderful sensation of floating while my body was consumed in sensations far too wonderful to describe. All the time Lynda was moaning and calling out loudly, "Oh Darren, Oh my".

All too soon however we were both spent and I slid down beside her and we cradled each other while our sensations and our bodies returned to normal. She then sat up and turned away and I was aware yet again that she was crying. I immediately sat up, put my arm around her and as she buried her face into my neck her sobs became more louder. This reaction of hers whenever we had sex worried me, she had explained that it was caused because she didn’t know how else to cope with such wonderful feelings but it still bothered me.

Her sobbing gradually ceased and she turned her head towards me and looked at me thoughtfully. Her eyes were red and puffy; her cheeks stained with streaks of mascara and her hair a complete mess. Looking at her like that made me want to protect her from anything or anybody, I just wanted to be near her and I’d do anything for her. She excused herself to go to the bathroom to repair her makeup and hair and I just lay on her bed feeling content.

She returned looking far more like herself and we set to re-making her bed. She then kissed me on the cheek and said," Darren, every time we do that it just gets better and better".

She then suggested that we go and get ourselves a drink so I followed her down to the kitchen where she poured us each a glass of coke. I noticed that the time was still not quite half past seven and wondered how I could have experienced so much in so short a time. I also realised that we were both still naked, there wasn’t any embarrassment about it because it seemed quite natural.

"Come on pet", she said, "let’s go for a walk outside".

"I think we’d better cover up a bit before we do", I replied.

"Oh, I suppose we’d better, she giggled, "come on we’ll get moving".

I followed her up to her room where she quickly slipped her white dress over her head and pulled on the white shoes. As I had surmised earlier she didn’t bother to wear anything underneath. As I began to slip on my bra she came over and gently took it out of my hands.

"No need to bother with that at the moment, I’ll see what I can find you". She went over to her wardrobe and took something coloured pale blue out then she tossed it to me. "There slip that on it will do perfectly for now". It turned out to be a little shift dress similar to hers and when I had pulled it over my head I found that it barely covered my bottom. Before I could do or say anything she tossed my shoes over to me. "Come along, let’s get going", she said and I soon found myself outside walking across the garden.

A whole new range of sensations enveloped me as I stepped outside into the open. My shoulders and arms were bare as were the greater part of my legs. In fact the dress barely covered me at all and the fact that Lynda was similarly attired and seemed to take it as a natural act made it all the more intriguing. The air felt deliciously cool as if wafted almost unhindered around my most private area and the whole experience seemed to make me want to laugh with contentment.

Lynda, sensing that I was holding back a little asked, "is anything wrong my pet?"

"Well, I’m a little uncertain about, well you know…" I looked down at my dress, or rather lack of it.

"Oh my poor dear, I didn’t realise that you had never done this sort of thing before, I’m so stupid. It’s one of the pleasures of being a girl I suppose to be able to just cover up with a little dress and go out feeling free and unfettered by lots of clothes. I should have remembered that you are a boy and have never had the opportunity. Never mind, enjoy it while you can, Lets go out of the back gate and see what we can find".

Once through the gate, which lead onto a grass track I saw a group of buildings. There was a ruined house standing next to a large barn, I supposed that it used to be the farmhouse but it had obviously been a ruin for many years. The barn looked as if it was still in use however because it appeared to be well maintained and there were fresh tyre track leading to its open door.

Lynda led the way down the track and we soon came across a stream where we sat cuddling each other for a few minutes. Then we re-traced our steps back towards the rear garden gate. However when we reached it Lynda turned to go towards the barn instead. I followed her as she walked inside and saw that it was full of fresh straw with bales stacked right up to the roof and thick loose straw covered the floor.

She gently led me round a stack of bales piled in the centre of the floor to a place just like a little room whose walls were straw bales. There was a very thick covering of straw on the floor and she sat down beckoning me to join her. As I did so she lay back and almost pulled me on top of her and began to kiss me passionately. I responded and began to develop an erection, which continued to increase. I found that I couldn’t kiss her breasts because they just about the only thing her dress covered effectively. However I began to kiss and nuzzle her neck and she began to purr with satisfaction. I felt my dress ride up until my bottom was exposed to the world but at that moment in time I didn’t care.

After a few minutes frenzied cuddling and petting she pulled me close and said almost begging, "Darren, make love to me now, here".

The fact was that our dresses offered no barriers or obstacles and we were laying on soft straw I pulled myself on top of her and thrust my aching member into her. We were one again and we both climaxed immediately giving me that exquisite floating sensation all over again. I’m not sure if it was the unusual surroundings or my mode of dress but the sensations seemed to go on and on. So long in fact I thought that I would go completely off my head. All the time Lynda called out and began to scream for more, but all good things must end and we eventually lay side by side in the straw totally spent. The act of making love twice in such a short space of time made me feel exhausted but at the same time very contented.

"That was so good", said Lynda, "and I’ll try nor to cry this time".

She kissed my cheek and we both adjusted our dresses and brushed bits of straw off ourselves. It was dusk as we walked back to Lynda’s house and despite her promise she spent most of that walk sobbing.

Once back inside I decided that it was time to change back into my ‘own dress’ and Lynda gave me a hand. She also helped me repair what was left of my makeup then when she had finished she looked at me thoughtfully.

"Darren my precious", she began, "I know that there’s no reason for you to wear skirts and dresses now that the netball is over. What I wasn’t to ask you might seem a little strange so I won’t feel offended if you refuse".

"Well, what is it?"

"I’d just like you to wear a dress or skirt for me sometimes, just like you’re doing now. It’s just seeing you like that does something to me that I can’t explain. Will you do it for me, please?"

I knew that for some odd reason I wanted to continue to wear dresses and skirts and now Lynda was asking me to do it for her. I thought that I’d better be cautious in my reply so I thought about it for a few seconds.

"OK, I’ll wear a dress whenever you want", I said, "but I’d still like to see you in one of your tutus sometime".

"Oh Darren, you’re so wonderful. I’ll tell you what, I’ll be a ballerina for you the next time we have the opportunity to be here alone together. I know, Mummy and Daddy will be out again for most of the evening tomorrow, why don’t you come round then?"

"Oh, OK", I replied thinking that I really wanted to see her in a tutu and the next evening seemed perfect.

After kissing Lynda good night I set off for home thoroughly enjoying the sensations that my little dress inflicted on my already over sensed body. Oh why was I feeling like this? Why shouldn’t I wear a dress if I wanted to? My mind was confused; boys shouldn’t like wearing skirts, should they? But then again, why not? Dammit I was enjoying myself so what was the harm in it.

When I got home Mum wanted to talk to me, "well pet I’ve had to make a few changes in our plans over the next few days".

"Oh what are they?" I asked, "and before I forget I’ll be going round to Lynda’s tomorrow evening".

"That’s nice, she’s such a pretty girl", Mum replied. "Well the problem is that my Company have asked me to go to a conference in Paris next Monday and that means that I’ll be away for three days. I know it’s your holiday and I promised to take time off to be with you but I can’t really get out of it".

"But Mum, what’s going to happen to me, can I go with you?"

"Unfortunately not", she said, "I tried to get them to agree but they wouldn’t allow it. I’ll contact your Auntie Ann and see if it will be alright for you to go and stay with her while I’m away. I know you’re disappointed but as a special treat I’ll take you to Legoland on Saturday to try to make up for it".

I’d been wanting to go to Legoland for some time and looked forward to it but I wasn’t happy about going to stay with Auntie Ann during the holiday. She lived in South London and I didn’t like going there because I was always so bored because there never seemed to be anything to do there.

"Do I really have to go to Auntie Ann’s?" I asked.

"Well pet, if you can think of another solution then we’ll think again but if you can’t I’m afraid there is no alternative. I know you’re upset and if I could get out of going away I would. You know I’d do anything to stop you being unhappy but sometimes things happen that I can do nothing about. Still I’ll do everything I can to make sure that you have a really special day on Saturday".

I had a couple of days in which to try to find an alternative to going to stay with Auntie Ann so I would concentrate all my efforts on that. Still I had a day in Legoland to look forward to so things weren’t so bad. Then as I looked down at my girlish attire a strange idea came into my head.

"Mum", I said, "when we go to Legoland can I wear my dress?"

"What for the whole day?" she asked looking surprised.

"Well, yes", I replied feeling a bit foolish about my request. "I just thought it might be fun if I pretended to be your daughter for the day".

She looked at me sitting there in my little blue dress for a couple of minutes then she said, "we’ll see. I’ll have to think about that one but I can’t see any real objection at the moment. I’ll have put some thought into what you want to do before I’ll finally agree to it".

The next morning on the school bus I told Lynda about my Mum having to go away and bemoaned the fact that I’d be staying with my Aunt.

"There’s no need for that my pet", she said, "You can come and stay at my house. We’ve plenty of room and I’m sure Mummy and Daddy will make you very welcome. They won’t be around very much but the housekeeper will be on hand all the time. I’ll phone Mummy at lunchtime to check but I’m sure it will be alright".

The thought of spending three days living in the same house as her made me very excited and I could hardly wait until lunchtime.

There was a payphone at school and I accompanied Lynda to it after we had eaten our lunch. She phoned her Mum and when she ended the call she grinned. "Mummy said that provided it’s alright with your Mum you’re more than welcome to come and stay with us".

I immediately phoned Mum who agreed that it would be OK with her but she would have to speak to Lynda’s Mum first to check that things were alright.

I was delighted at the prospect, instead of going to Auntie Ann’s I’d be living under the same roof as Lynda for three whole days. On the bus home Lynda reminded me that I was going to see her that evening, as if I would forget.

After tea I hurried round to her house, I decided against going en femme that time because I didn’t want to be thought of as doing it too much. When I got there she welcomed me with a kiss and as she took me inside she explained that her folks had already left and weren’t expected back until after nine. She was still wearing her school uniform and she took me through to the lounge where she switched on the TV.

"Right my pet I’ll go and get changed. I want t do things properly so that you see the best effect so it will take me a while. So you can watch some TV while you’re waiting".

With that she was gone and I settled down to watch some cartoons while I waited.

About twenty minutes later the door opened slightly and I heard Lynda speak from the other side. "Darren my pet I want you to turn off the TV then stand up and face away from the door. Then I don’t want you to turn around until I say so, tell me when you’re ready".

I stood up and turned off the TV then did as she had instructed, "OK I’m ready".

I heard the door open and close behind me and then Lynda’s voice, "OK my pet, you can turn around now".

When I turned to face her I was overcome by the vision of beauty that filled my eyes. She didn’t look like Lynda at all she looked like everyone’s idea of a beautiful fairy princess. Her hair had been combed back from her face in a typical ballerina style into a bun and here head crowned by a silver tiara. Her face was had been heavily made up, not in the heave stage way but expertly to emphasise her eyes and lips. The effect of the makeup made her look several years older and even prettier than normal. The tight bodice of her white sequined tutu showed off breasts to perfection and the spreading layers of net skirt seemed to make her shapely legs even longer. Her feet were shod in white satin ballet shoes, which finished the effect to perfection. I didn’t know what to say as I just stood there staring at that vision of loveliness.

"Well, what do you think", she asked.

"You’re ‘er you’re beautiful", was all that I could reply and I continued to stare at her.

"What’s the matter?" she asked, "you don’t have to stand over there, come over here I won’t break you know".

As I walked towards her she smiled as if she knew the effect that she was having on me.

"Don’t I even get a kiss?" she asked.

I leaned forward towards those full bright red lips trying to avoid the spreading skirt of her tutu. As I did so she put her arms around my neck and drew me in closer to her so that I was standing among here frills and net. She kissed me passionately then when the kiss ended she looked at me intently with those newly emphasised eyes then she giggled.

"Sorry my pet you’ve got my lipstick all over your mouth". Then as I grabbed a tissue from my pocket to wipe it away she said. "Well do I come up to your expectations as a ballerina?"

"Oh yes", I replied, "you look lovelier than I ever thought possible".

"Thank you", she said, "I wanted to look special for you so I made an extra effort". She then looked into my eyes and gave me another kiss before she spoke again. "Well now my precious I think that it must be time for your turn".

"Pardon?"

"Well you’re obviously enjoying seeing me dressed like this so I think that it’s only fair that I should be able to see what you look like as a ballerina. I think that you’d also like to have the experience as well. Come on my sweet I’ve got a tutu that I grew out of last year so it should fit you perfectly".

She led me by the hand and I followed that vision of loveliness up to her room. Was this really happening to me? Boys didn’t ever wear tutus. Did they?

"Now you’re not going to see anything until you are completely ready", she said covering up all the mirrors. "Now precious I think you’d better start by getting undressed".

Although I had been with her naked before this time it was different because I was going to be the only one in a state of undress. She would still be covered and although she looked delightful I really felt that she should be undressed like I was shortly going to be. I undressed and I realised that I had a slight problem as soon as I removed my boxers, which were my last item of clothing. Being so close to her dressed in that sensuous outfit had begun to get me excited and my male member, unfettered by any restrictions, began to stand to attention. There was no way that I could hide it and the more I tried to ignore it the harder it became. There was no way that Lynda could fail to notice what was happening to me and sure enough she looked at me and smiled.

"Oh my sweet, you seem to have a problem and we can’t have that getting in the way. There’s no way that I can get anything out of it dressed like this but I’ll just have to put up with it while I sort you out".

With that she knelt down before me, tutu and all and before I knew what was happening she had my member in her mouth and had begun caressing it with her tongue. I climaxed into an exquisite mix of emotions and senses and before long I was spent. I sat there for a minute or two while my body came back to earth then I looked a Lynda who was sitting next to me and smiling.

"Thanks for that", I said.

"Well we couldn’t let that thing get in the way", she said then looking at the clock, "well we’ve over an hour and a half before Mummy and Daddy get back so we’ve plenty of time to make you look really stunning" Then she looked at me again and started giggling.

"What’s so funny?"

"Oh sorry pet I couldn’t help it but just look at yourself".

I followed the line of her vision and the cause of her merriment became obvious. My little male member was covered in traces of Lynda’s bright red lipstick. I think that at the time my face went even redder as I grabbed a tissue to put things right.

"OK, enough of that it’s time to get down to business", she handed me a pair of tiny plain white cotton knickers. I managed to squeeze into them with difficulty but when I had them in place they almost completely hid my little bulge.

She them began to style my hair by combing it straight back from my face then with the aid of several clips she attached a false bun in place and then topped it off by adding a tiny silver crown. When she was satisfied she began my makeup, which took far longer and required far more ingredients that I had ever had before. Then when she had completed the last task of applying copious amounts of bright red lipstick she looked closely at the finished product. Her expression changed to one of amazement then she stood back and examined me again.

"Wow", she whispered, "I can’t wait to show you what you look like now".

Next came a pair of white ballet shoes that Lynda pushed my feet into and then expertly tied the ribbon fastenings around my ankles. She then stood and thought for a minute.

"I don’t want you to see more than you have to before you’re completely ready. So do you mind if I blindfold you now so that the final effect will be a surprise?"

"No, I’ll do whatever you want", I replied.

She put a silk scarf over my eyes and tied it loosely at the back of my head. She explained that she was being careful not to spoil my makeup. Then when she was satisfied that I could see nothing I heard her go over to the wardrobe and take something out. I guessed that this was the tutu.

"Now my pet", she said when she came back over to me, "I want you to stand up and take hold of my hand".

I did as she asked and she helped guide my feet as I stepped into the strange garment and steadied me by keeping hold of my hand. She then gently pulled it up and guided my arms through some straps before pulling the back zipper of the bodice upwards. The bodice felt very tight once she had completed the task but she said that tutus all fitted tightly. She made me keep my arms outstretched while she guided me across the room. Then she made me pose ballet style by positioning my arms and legs and then she appeared to be satisfied.

"Now my pet I think it’s time to let you see what you look like".

As she removed my blindfold I realised that I was standing in front of her full size mirror. I blinked my eyes to get used to the light again and the reflection that I saw amazed me. That beautiful little ballerina couldn’t possibly be me, could it? She was far to pretty and feminine it just wasn’t possible. But it was me and I was transfixed by my reflection refection I just couldn’t take my eyes away. All vestiges of maleness were completely gone because the tutu and skilful makeup and hairstyle bore witness to a very pretty little girl ballerina and it was all getting too much. I began to feel dizzy as a multitude of mixed emotions flooded over me. It was the ultimate in my feminisation and there was no getting away from the fact that I looked every bit like a girl and not a boy at all.

"Well what do you think?" Lynda’s voice interrupted my reverie.

I didn’t know what to say at first because I was still overcome by the vision in the mirror. "I look beautiful", I finally whispered in amazement.

"I can’t quite believe it myself", said Lynda, "I thought that you’d look good but you look absolutely fabulous. The thing is I think you look prettier than me".

She came over to me and gave me a hug crushing the front of our stiff spreading skirts. She gave me a swift peck on the cheek and then looked thoughtful.

"Hey I’ve an idea", she went over to a cupboard and pulled out a box. "Daddy gave me this last year, it’s his old Polaroid camera and it’s still got a film in it. I think that we ought to take some pictures, don’t you?"

"Well yes I suppose we should", I replied still transfixed with my reflection in the mirror.

Lynda then began to set up the camera and then began to set up poses for us both singly and together. The delayed shutter timer allowed her to pose with me but she wouldn’t let me see any of the final prints until she had completely used up the film. Then she perched with me on a stool; tutus aren’t the easiest things to sit down in, while we examined the prints together.

There was quite a number of prints and I was still amazed on just how feminine I looked and how pretty. On Lynda’s suggestion we divided them up so that we would both have some wonderful reminders of the occasion.

We then spent a few minutes like giggling girls as Lynda put on a tape of ballet music and we pirouetted around in an impromptu ballet performance.

All too son however Lynda said that it was time for us to end our dream. I would take some time for us, especially me, to remove all vestiges of being a ballerina and we didn’t want to have to make embarrassing explanations should her folks return early.

About half an hour later I was back in my normal clothing and Lynda was back in her school uniform. There was no trace of the two ballerinas who had been having such a wonderful time such a short time ago. However we still had the photos and we sat and examined them over and over again.

On my way back home my mind was full of lots of wonderful thoughts and the vision of my reflection in the mirror kept coming back to me. I clutched at my precious pile of photographs hidden deep in my pocket resolving to look at them again later in private. When I got back I had hoped that Mum would say something regarding my mode of dress when we visited Legoland on Saturday but she said nothing. I guessed that meant that I was out of luck when it came to going in a dress and I felt a little disappointed.

I had some wonderful dreams that night about masquerading as a girl with Lynda always in attendance but I awoke disappointed to find that she was not there with me. After breakfast I went up to my room to get ready for the last day at school before the week-long holiday. I had the thought of spending three days staying with Lynda to look forward to as well as my trip to Legoland; even though it looked like that I wouldn’t be going en femme.

I opened my wardrobe started to get out my uniform then a thought came to me. I replaced my school trousers and lifted out the hanger holding my school skirt. "Why not?" I said to myself thinking that today would be the last chance that I would get to wear it before September because next term heralded the start of summer uniforms.

I went downstairs resplendent in my ‘other’ uniform and found Mum sitting in the kitchen. "You’re going to school in your skirt then", she said.

"Yes, do you mind me wearing it?"

"No of course I don’t mind", she replied, "so long as you’re sure that it’s what you want. As I said to you I think that it’s nice that you’re exploring your feminine side now. You won’t be able to do it so easily when your body starts to develop".

"Well I just think that it’s more comfortable to wear than my school trousers", I replied. "Besides it will be the last chance I have before the start of summer uniforms next term".

"Yes and I’ve been thinking about Legoland", she said, "and I’ve decided that if you want to go wearing a dress then I have no objections. That is on one proviso".

"What’s that?"

"That I will choose your outfit for you", she replied with a mysterious look, "now my pet I think you’d better be going to catch the bus".

I pondered on what she had said as I walked outside to meet up with the bus. I felt that thrill as the cool air wafted around me legs and thought that I wanted to go on wearing skirts whenever I felt the need. I knew though that it wasn’t possible and that sooner or later I would have to send Darryl away forever.

When the bus arrived the girls all commented on me wearing my skirt and the two younger ones began giggling to one another. Lynda, as usual, was waiting for me to join her at the back and kissed me on the cheek as soon as I sat down.

"I didn’t expect to see you in that today"; she said indicating my female apparel.

"Well I thought that you’d like it", I lied.

"Oh Darren what ever did I do to have a boyfriend like you, you’re so wonderful", she felt in her pocket and pulled out a photograph. It was one of the Polaroids that she had taken the previous evening, one showing me alone in my guise as a ballerina. "I’m going to keep this one with me always".

My arrival at school caused a few comments from a few of the other pupils but otherwise everything went as normal. That is until later on that morning when I went into the communal locker room between lessons. The only other people in there were three girls from the year ahead of me and I knew almost immediately that I became the subject of their conversation. Suddenly they walked over to me and I found myself surrounded.

"We were wondering", said one of them, "if our newest little girl in the school is wearing the complete regulation uniform". Suddenly I felt my skirt being hoisted high in the air by the other two girls. "Well now it looks as though she’s wearing proper knickers. I’ll bet her Mummy likes her to wear frilly dresses when she gets home". The trio collapsed in to gales of laughter and mercifully I was saved from any further humiliations by the arrival of some other girls wanting to use of their lockers.

I met up with Lynda as usual during the lunch break and told her about my locker room skirmish. "Oh those three, they’re always causing trouble, don’t let them bother you my pet".

"Oh I won’t", I said and Lynda giving me a long passionate kiss stifled any more conversation. We had a heavy petting session in our private place and Lynda said that she couldn’t wait for Sunday evening to arrive so that we would be together for a whole three days. I told her that I’d be going out all the following day when she asked what plans I had and she looked a little disappointed at the news, especially as she was going out with her parents that evening so we couldn’t even meet up then.

"Still we’ll be together on Sunday evening and I might have some good news for you then", she said a little mysteriously. Despite all my questions she refused to elaborate and demanded that we change the subject.

The afternoon seemed to drag, as we didn’t do any real work as it was the last day of term and all we were required to do was tidy things away to make the place seem orderly. It was odd that I began to feel completely at ease in my skirt and it didn’t even bother me when I climbed a stepladder to reach some items on high shelves. I began to ask myself why was it not possible for me to be able to wear a skirt for school all the time, maybe I would come September and the start of the new school year.

That evening I kept my skirt on until it was time for bed which at Mum’s suggestion was early as she wanted us to make the most of the following day at Legoland.

The following morning dawned bright and sunny and we had breakfast still wearing our nightclothes. Mum was anxious to get going as soon as we could and she seemed very happy that the weather outside was so good.

"Now pet if you could clear up while I get myself ready then I’ll be able to help you", said Mum. So I cleared away the breakfast things while she went off to her room. She came back just as I had finished washing up, she was wearing a lemon coloured cotton summer dress together with white heeled shoes. "Oh I’m so glad that it’s such a lovely day I bought this dress especially. Now we really need to get moving so come with me and we’ll get you ready".

I was slightly puzzled by this because I thought that I was quite capable of getting ready by myself.

I followed her into her bedroom, "now my pet when I knew that you wanted to wear a dress today I gave the matter a lot of thought. I know that you’re exploring your feminine side and I have no objections to you doing that. Then I thought that you’re experiencing things as they are now and you’ve missed out on the things that little girls experience before they begin to mature. So I decided that it would be fun if you had experience of things that girls a year or so younger than you are. So I went out and bought you some appropriate clothes but first of all we need to do something with your hair to make you look really convincing".

She seated me at her dressing table and began combing my hair. She brushed it all right back away from my face apart from the bit above my forehead, which she combed into a fringe. Then she clipped the strands of combed back hair together high at the back of my head. The surprise came when she added what looked like a collection of hair held together at one end. She clipped this in place at the point where my own hair was gathered and slipped on a scrunchie to hide all the clips. She then stood back to examine her handiwork.

"There you are, instant ponytail", she said, "It looks quite authentic doesn’t it?"

I was amazed because in the space of a couple of minutes my hair had been transformed into a little girl’s ponytail.

"Now let’s get you dressed", she said, "as I said I think you’ll enjoy the feeling of losing a year or two from your age so slip these on and we’ll get started".

She handed me a pair of knickers and a vest, they were predominantly white and liberally decorated with tiny pink roses. Then came a white net petticoat, this was a new experience already and when I had pulled it up to my waist it seemed to spread out forever. However when I looked in the mirror it only just covered my knickers. Then Mum got the dress from her wardrobe, like my underwear it was white with pink roses. She slipped it carefully over my head and as she fastened it at the back I could see it properly for the first time. It had a high neckline with little puffed sleeves and a short full skirt that Mum was arranging over my petticoat. The whole thing was very short and looked quite childish especially with my hair styled the way that it was. A pair of white ankle socks and some white slip on sandals completed the ensemble and Mum stood examining me for a minute or two.

"My you do look cute", she said.

"But Mum isn’t this dress a bit childish?"

"I think that you’ll have to call me Mummy dressed like that and it may be a little childish compared with what you’re used to but you look the part. In fact I think we’ll have a lovely time together as Mother and Daughter".

"You’re sure I look OK?" I said looking down at my short spreading skirt.

"Darryl my pet, (it’s funny how she automatically reverted to my female name whenever I wore a skirt) I wouldn’t dream of taking you out if you didn’t look right. Just come over here and take a good look at yourself".

She led me to the mirror and I could see that I really did look like a little girl, with the emphasis on the little. I was a little concerned about the length of my skirt, or rather lack of it. It seemed that it was only just skimming below my fancy knickers. However the thought of masquerading like that for the whole day began to get me excited. I wondered what Lynda would have said if she could have seen me in that dress.

Once outside however while I waited for Mum (Mummy?) to get the car out the thrill of having my legs exposed to the cool breeze ran through me. The unfamiliar sensation of having a ponytail bouncing along at the back of my head confirmed in my mind that for one day I was going to be a girl. I was not a boy in disguise but a real little girl in a frilly dress even if it was only pretence I was going to be the cutest little girl in Legoland.

It took us under an hour to reach the outskirts of Windsor where Legoland is situated. During the drive I had time to put my thoughts into some sort of order. I didn’t know why I liked wearing dresses and skirts but I just did. I knew that it had all started with me paying netball and had somehow expanded form there. We were after all still the County Netball Champions and I had played my part in ensuring that it had happened. I knew that I didn’t want to change into a girl, I was a boy and I wanted to stay that way and I guessed that Lynda wouldn’t want me to become a girl either. I just wanted to be able to dress and look like a girl sometimes and I wanted the freedom to be able to wear a skirt or a dress whenever I wanted. I knew that in order to do so I would have to masquerade as a girl so I was more determined that ever to let my hair grow.

When we entered the gates of Legoland I held ‘Mummy’s’ hand like all little girls do. Somehow I felt more happy and contented then than I could ever remember. Every time my little spreading skirt was affected by the playful breeze I just wanted to giggle and I had such a wonderful time during that day. I played the little girl role to the hilt, so much so that Mum gave me a few odd looks when I did typical little girl things like squeal with delight at some of the displays.

Oh how I loved that day and I didn’t want it to end but I knew that it would. However I had the thought of going to spend three days with my beloved Lynda at her house. I knew that I would be going to stay with her as a boy and that I probably wouldn’t get to wear a dress or a skirt while I was there.

Or would I???

 

This the second part of a trilogy with these characters, part three will explore Darryl’s experiences when he goes to stay with Lynda and more…

 

 

 

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