Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 17:49:00 +0000
From: Lucy Roberts <lucyrobertstv@googlemail.com>
Subject Cold part 1 (TV; MM)

"Cold Part 1" by Lucy Roberts
If you like the story let me know.


It was cold as Ian stood on the edge of the
pool. He enjoyed swimming but he wasn't very
good at it.
Occasionally, when another boy was ill, he might
get a swim in the team but it was only as a make
weight. However, with his slight body, he could
hardly be much of a make weight.

Ian was a fifteen year old pupil at a co-
educational boarding school in mid-England.

His friend John swam up to him and, clinging on
to the side of the pool, said, "I've just been
told a new swimming teacher is starting
tomorrow."

"Suppose I'd better put in a few lengths then,"
Ian replied, "and I might impress him tomorrow."
But he said it without much hope.

That night Ian stood in his study bedroom and
looked at his body. Not for him the growing of
muscles that so many in his class were showing.
His body was slim, and, standing as he was now,
even a little girly. That image was only
enhanced by the fact that all he was wearing was
a pair of girl's panties. They were just white
ones but they were definitely girl's. He'd found
them one day on the path where they must have
dropped out of a girl's bag. Immediately he had
grabbed them and had kept them hidden in his
room, except of course for these very private
moments when he would parade in front of the
mirror wearing them and pretending to be his
alterego Lucy.
Ian was in love with girl's clothes. He liked
nothing better than to sit and look at the girls
in the school, to consider what they were
wearing. He enjoyed trying to see through their
white blouses when they wore something other
than a white bra underneath. He loved to study
their legs in either black or tan tights. But
more he wished, oh how he wished that he'd been
a girl and could walk round the school as they
did.

The next evening Ian was back at the swimming
pool and indeed there was the new tutor, a Mr
Dean. He was quite young and powerfully built.
He began the session by getting the youngsters
to swim up and down while he watched and made
the occasional comment. Then he began
competitions by getting the boys to race against
each other. Needless to say Ian came last in his
race.
As the session was coming to an end he sent most
of he boys away just keeping the four boys who
had come last in the races, which included Ian.

"Right," said Mr Dean, "let's have one more
race, not so that I can see who is worst but so
I can see your different styles and see what we
can do to improve."

The race took place and Ian came last - the
worst in the team.
Afterwards as the boys stood on the edge of the
pool Mr Dean gave each a run down on what he
could see needed doing.
He then gave each of them some exercises to do.

"Next week I hope to see an improvement."
The following week Ian knew he hadn't made much
progress. This time each boy was allowed to
swim alone against the clock as Mr Dean watched
and commented.
When it was Ian's turn he did worse than ever
and brought a testy response from Mr Dean,
"crumbs Bradshaw you swim like
a girl."
There were several titters from those watching.
At the end of the session Mr Dean drew Ian
aside, "right Bradshaw meet me here tomorrow
tea time and we'll see what we can make of
you."

So the next day Ian was there at the pool
again. This time it was just him and Mr Dean.
Ian had to swim as Mr Dean walked up the edge
of the pool talking to him.
Then the teacher made him get out and swam
himself showing Ian how to do it.
When Ian got back in he was no better.

At the end of the session the pupil and teacher
sat side by side on the edge of the pool.
As Mr Dean talked to him all Ian could see was
the bulge in Mr Dean's trunks and all he could
sense was the teacher's manly body close beside
him.
Ian felt a stirring in his own trunks and hoped
that the teacher wouldn't see it.
Mr Dean gave Ian some more pointers and then
said, "we are going to do this again tomorrow
and you are going to get better or I might have
to take some radical action."
That night Ian again stood in front of his
mirror only wearing his white panties but this
time dreaming of being close to Mr Dean.

The next day saw him back at the pool. Knowing
that there would be no one else around in the
changing rooms he dared to wear the panties
under his trousers. As he got changed he enjoyed
a fleeting moment standing in the changing rooms
in just his panties.

"Right Bradshaw," Mr Dean said as they stood by
the pool, "I said at the beginning that you swim
like a girl. So today if you don't come up to
muster you'll have to wear these," with that he
held a pink bikini bottom.
Ian's face went bright red and his mind was
going ten to the dozen because he would give
almost anything to be able to wear them and for
Mr Dean to see him wearing them.
Ian slipped into the water and began to swim.
His mind was in whirl but even if it hadn't been
he probably couldn't have satisfied Mr Dean.
It wasn't long before he was hauled out of the
water and told to go and put the bikini bottoms
on.

Ian did what he was told and came back very
sheepishly.
"You swim like a girl now you look like one,"
the teacher said," get back in and see what you
can do."
But of course it was no help. Indeed it was a
hindrance because all Ian could think about was
what he looked like and what Mr Dean was
thinking.
Eventually Mr Dean told him to get out and sit
on the side of the pool.
Mr Dean came and sat beside him.
The swimming coach spoke kindly to Ian about him
just not being good enough even to be a reserve.
But all Ian could think about was how close he
was to him and the fact that the teacher's leg
was touching his. At least that was all he could
think about until the teacher draped a
comforting arm round Ian's shoulders and gave
him a squeeze.
"Don't be upset Bradshaw. I'm sure there are
other things you are good at."
The teacher gave Ian a second squeeze and
dismissed him.

Ian was in a daze as he went back to the
changing room. He showered still wearing the
bikini bottoms.
Then he slid them down and, with no one else
there, stepped into his own white panties.
He was just putting his shirt on when he heard,
"What have we here then?"
He froze. Mr Dean had come quietly into the
changing rooms. "So we do have a little girly in
our midst then."
Ian went bright red and said nothing. He didn't
even make an attempt to hide his panties.
"Well, well this is interesting," Mr Dean
continued. "I think I'd like to hear more about
this Bradshaw. You can report to my house after
evening meal. And be wearing those panties."

As Ian got changed there was a whole range of
emotions going through him. In part he was
fearful at what Mr Dean might say or do. After
all it must be against school rules for a boy to
be wearing girl's panties mustn't it? But then
he was a little excited because Mr Dean had seen
him in his panties and wanted him to wear them
later. What did that mean?

Whatever it meant, at 7.30pm sharp Ian was
standing on the doorstep of Mr Dean's house. He
knocked and Mr Dean let him in.
Ian followed Mr Dean through to the lounge.
Mr Dean sat down and kept the boy standing. "So
you wear girl's panties?"
"Yes sir," mumbled the boy.
"Do you like wearing girl's panties or were you
being forced to wear them?"
Ian had to quickly decide whether to admit that
he liked it. But what had he to loose?
"I like wearing them sir."
"Is that all you wear?"
"Yes sir. It is all I have got sir."
"I see." There was a pause. "Now this is a bit
difficult and I could get into a lot of trouble
here Bradshaw. But let me ask you, if I provided
you some other girl's clothes to wear would you
wear them?"
Ian's reply came like a shot, "Oh yes sir."
"And would you let me see you in them?" "Yes sir
if you wanted to."
"Oh I want to. Come with me."

The teacher stood up and led the boy upstairs to
a small bedroom.
"Here we are Bradshaw," he said opening the
door. "There are some clothes on the bed. You
can put them on if you want and then come back
down to the lounge. But if at any time you
change your mind then just walk out the front
door."
With that he pulled the door shut and left Ian
in the room.

He looked at the clothes on the bed.
It was clear it was the school uniform but with
a few modifications.
There was no thought in Ian's mind of walking
out of the front door. Not when he had this
treasure trove of clothes. He quickly took off
all his clothes, even his precious white
panties. Instead he slid up his legs a pair of
pink nylon panties. He wasn't sure how many
girls at school would wear such things but the
felt really good round his bottom. Next he found
a black bra, which he clipped on. It wasn't the
first time he worn a bra because he'd tried some
of his sisters on but this was very different
for there was the possibility that Mr Dean would
see it on him. Who was he
kidding? He knew Mr Dean would see it on him. He
used his socks to pad the cups out a little.
Next he rolled one of the black stockings up his
leg. The silky nylon felt so good and the grip
at the top held it up. Soon he was standing
there in stocking panties and a bra. He almost
needed to pinch himself to be sure it was really
happening.
Ian stepped into a nice white half slip. Again
sure that most girls wouldn't wear one - but he
wasn't complaining.
He put on the white blouse, and it was a blouse,
the buttons were on the wrong side and stepped
into the blue and black kilt type skirt that was
uniform for the girls in the school.
As he tied his tie he was conscious that the
black bra showed through the white blouse. That
must be what Mr Dean wanted.
The flat shoes were a bit tight but he squeezed
his feet into them.
It was only when he went over to the mirror to
try and make something of his hair that he
noticed there was some make up there.
He'd not had much practice but wasn't going to
miss the chance. A little eye shadow and mascara
weren't too hard, nor was the pink lipstick. He
ran a brush through his hair, which was longer
than most of the boys in the school.

He looked at his reflection. Yes he thought he
looked OK. Then fear grabbed a hold. Could he
really go down and face a teacher dressed like
this?
He walked to the door and stood there for a few
moments trying to pluck up the courage to open
the door.
Eventually he made his hand open the door and he
stepped out onto the landing.

As he walked down stairs the feel of the skirt
round his legs and the stockings gave him new
courage and raised his excitement level but it
still took a great effort to open the door of
the lounge and walk in.
Mr Dean looked up, "Wow don't you look good.
Come over here and let me see you properly."
Ian walked towards him.
"Turn round slowly so that I can see you fully."
Ian did what he was asked, enjoying having this
man watch him.
"How do you feel," Mr Dean asked.
"A little nervous but I love the clothes."
"You look just like any of the other girls in
the school and much prettier than most."
"Thank you sir," Ian said.
"Now Bradshaw," Mr Dean started. "Look I can't
call you Bradshaw or Ian. What name would you
like?"
"I like the name Lucy sir."
"Right Lucy it is and you must call me Graham.
Now Lucy come and sit on my lap."
Lucy did as she was asked and sat on Mr Dean's
lap. His arm went round her shoulders and one
hand rested on her leg. He began to gently rub
her leg.
"That feels very nice Lucy. You have lovely
legs. Is this OK with you?"
Lucy nodded.
Graham leant forward and his lips brushed
Lucy's.
"Mmmmm, you taste nice Lucy."
Then his lips were on hers and he was kissing
her. Lucy found her lips being forced apart and
Graham's tongue dipping into her sweet mouth.
She twisted round on his lap to make it easier
and one of
her arms went round his neck.
It all seemed so easy, so natural.

She could now feel his hand on her breast
squeezing the bra with its filling and she
wished she had something real he could hold.
Then his hand was back on her leg and she felt
him rubbing her leg and easing his hand up under
her skirt. She adored the feel.
They spent some minutes like this kissing and
feeling each other. After a while Lucy was left
in no doubt that Graham was excited because she
could feel his hard prick under her. During a
pause in their kissing Graham again asked for
confirmation that Lucy was OK with what was
happening. She was happy to agree.
"Look if there is anything you don't want to do
just say and we'll stop," Graham assured her.
Then he lifted her up off his lap and stood her
in front of him.
"I want you now to slowly take off your tie,
blouse, skirt and slip," he said.

Lucy took a few paces back.
She reached to her neck and began to ease her
tie down and then let it slide through her
fingers and onto the floor. Next she began to
slowly undo the buttons on her blouse. She began
at the bottom button and undid them. She kept
her eyes on Graham the whole time. She saw him
undo his trousers and pull them down his legs
and off. The bulge in his pants looked enormous.
Lucy was amazed to feel her own little cockette
twitch as she looked at him. If he was turned on
by watching her she now realised if she hadn't
before that she was turned on by looking at him.
She knew that he wanted her but as she looked at
the bulge still hidden she knew she wanted him
and her tongue slid involuntarily over her lips.

"Do you like what you see Lucy," Graham asked.
"Oh yes," she sighed.
"Well that makes two of us then."
By now Lucy had got to the top button of her
blouse. She turned her back on Graham as she
undid it and let the blouse slip down off her
shoulders.
Graham could see the black bra straps. Lucy
turned round holding the blouse across her body
and then slowly opened her arms and allowed
Graham to see her in her bra.
She pulled the blouse off her arms and the
quickly undid the skirt which fell to the floor.
She smoothed her hands down over her thighs
luxuriating in the feel of the slip on her legs
and then put her thumbs under the waist of the
slip and slowly eased it down. While she was
doing it Graham pulled his pants off and she saw
his cock for the first time as it sprang to
attention.

It was all she could do not to rush over and
grab it but she finished slowly taking her slip
down and then stepping out of it.
Now just in bra, panties and stockings she stood
in front of him.
She turned round.
"Now do you like what you see?" she asked.
"Oh Lucy you are adorable. Even like that you
look just like a girl. Now come over here."

Lucy walked across to the semi-naked teacher.
He put his hands on her hips and pulled her down
onto her knees.
Lucy had no doubt what he wanted.
She reached out one small hand and wrapped her
slender fingers round his big prick.
It felt so hard and yet velvety soft.
She looked straight into his eyes as she bent
towards the prick and gave it a little kiss
before sliding it over her lips and into her
warm mouth.
She was rewarded with a long sigh from Graham.

Lucy liked the feel and taste of Graham's cock
in her mouth and as she felt it twitch in her
mouth she could feel her own little cockette
twitch in her panties.
Lucy bobbed her head up and down on Graham's
hard cock, sucking and licking it as Graham lay
back in the chair moaning with pleasure.
Her mouth was beginning to feel a little sore
when he sat up and held her head and suddenly
she felt her mouth filling up. She swallowed as
fast as she could but some leaked out and ran
down her chin onto her chest.

Eventually Graham let go of her head and pulled
his prick out of her mouth.
"Oh Lucy that was wonderful," he said. "But now
you'd better go and get changed and get back to
your dorm."
Lucy felt a bit deflated. She would have loved
to have been able to curl up on his lap again.
But she did as she was asked.
She picked up her clothes and ran upstairs.
She washed the make up and cum off her face,
reluctantly took off her clothes and once again
became Ian.
In a few minutes he presented himself to Graham
who was now fully dressed.
"Just before you go, Lucy," Graham said, "I
wonder whether you'd like to do this again?" He
sounded hesitant and even unsure.
But Lucy wasn't. "Oh yes I'd love to do it
again."
A huge smile came across Graham's face. "That's
great. I can't do tomorrow but the night after.
If that's OK?"
"It's a date," Lucy said and then blushed as she
realised what she'd said but Graham only gave
her a warm smile and showed her out.

Later that evening Ian lay in bed in just his
white panties reliving every wonderful moment of
the evening and bringing himself to the climax
he'd not enjoyed while with Graham. The next
couple of days passed fairly slowly.
Ian saw Mr Dean a few times round the school but
there was no real contact until once more Ian
stood outside his house and rang the bell.

Graham opened the door and let him in.
"Your clothes are in the same room as before.
Why don't you go straight up and get ready."
Why not indeed? Ian ran upstairs and into the
bedroom. There was the school uniform on the bed
but this time both
bra and panties were white. They were so soft
and silky. Ian loved them.
In a moment he was naked and pulling the panties
up his legs. He stood for a while just running
his hands over his bottom - oh did they feel
good. How he wished he could always wear such
lovely things.
He put on the bra and looked wistfully at the
empty cups before padding them out. Then he
quickly rolled a stocking up each leg stepped
into the slip and put on his blouse,
skirt and tie.
This time he made his make up a bit more
pronounced a little more trampy and this time
when ready there was no hesitation at the door.

Once downstairs Lucy went to the lounge. She was
pleased to see that Graham was already naked and
his cock standing erect.
"Is that for me," she asked in fake shyness.
Graham came over to her and took her in his arms
and began to kiss and fondle her.
"You are a wicked little temptress Lucy," he
said.
"I'm just glad you fancy me Graham," she
replied.
"Lucy you are every man's dream, a sweet
seemingly innocent schoolgirl who is ready to
suck a man's cock. You are sweet and beautiful
and I can't believe you want to do this with
me."

Lucy grabbed hold of his cock, "Oh Graham I do
want to do this. I want you to hold me with your
big strong arms and make me feel small, frail
and feminine. I want you to touch and caress my
feminine body and to let me touch yours. Above
all I want to hold and suck your cock and feel
you fill my mouth with your cum."
With that she sank to her knees and began to
suck on him.

She'd hardly started when she heard, "Knock,
knock anyone at home."
There was someone else in the room and she
recognised the voice.
"Oh my what have we got here?" the voice
continued.
"Well, well Graham," he continued, "who is the
little sweetie attached to your manhood?"
"Hello Bill," Graham replied in what seemed to
Lucy a very relaxed manner, "I don't think you
two have been introduced." He lifted Lucy to her
feet and turned her round.
"Bill this is Lucy but you probably know her
better as Bradshaw in 5b. Lucy this is Bill whom
you usually know as Mr Jones."
"This is an unexpected pleasure Lucy but
definitely a pleasure," he reached out and
pulled Lucy to him and put her hand on his groin
where she could feel his cock already stirring.
"So Lucy," he continued, "do you like to suck
cock?"
"Yes sir," Lucy replied.
"And would you like to suck mine?"
Lucy looked at Graham to see what she was
expected to say. "Yes sir as long as Graham
doesn't mind."
"I'm sure Graham won't mind," said Bill as he
pulled Lucy to him and gave her a kiss.
His kiss was strong and deep and Lucy felt his
hands lift her skirt up and then begin to fondle
her bottom.

After a few moments Graham interrupted, "perhaps
we'd better go upstairs and get a bit more
comfortable."
They did as he suggested. Bill had his hands all
over Lucy as they climbed the stairs.
Once in the bedroom Lucy was directed to take
off her blouse skirt and slip and lie on the
bed. Bill stripped off and lay one side of her
and Graham naked the others side.
It was incredibly erotic for the teenage girl.
Their hands were touching every part of her,
even her little cockette which was the hardest
it had ever been. Now she was kissing Bill and
now Graham. Finally Bill knelt up over her and
fed her his cock which she eagerly began to
suck.

As she did so she felt hands pulling at her
panties and her little cockette exposed and then
engulfed in Graham's warm mouth.
If she hadn't had Bill's cock in her mouth she
would have squealed with pleasure.
Instead she tried to concentrate on the lovely
cock that was filling her mouth.
The feeling was indescribably as Bill moved
smoothly in and out. She could hear his moans of
pleasure until finally she sensed him cum and
her mouth began to fill.
She swallowed down his cum as best she could and
then she came in Graham's mouth.
Bill eased his cock out of her mouth and almost
at the same moment Graham kissed her and as he
did so she felt something in her mouth. It was
her own cum, which she greedily swallowed.

Now the situation was reversed and she had
Graham's cock in her mouth and Bill had her
droopy little cockette in his. But Bill was good
and soon she aware that she was hard again and
enjoying being sucked.
Graham was also enjoying being sucked and he too
rewarded Lucy for her efforts with a nice flow
of cum for her to drink down.
With Graham having finished Bill let Lucy's
little cockette slide out of his mouth and for a
while the three of hem lay on the bed.

"It isn't late Lucy," Graham said, "so why don't
you go and put your blouse and skirt back on and
touch up your make up and we can have some
drinks downstairs."
Lucy did as she was asked and by the time she
was dressed again and had repaired her make up
and got downstairs the two teachers were dressed
and chatting in the lounge.
Graham gave her some juice and Bill encouraged
her to sit on his lap.

They chatted for a while about Lucy and her
dressing.
"So you really enjoy being a girl, Lucy" Bill
asked.
"Oh yes," she replied. "I so wish I'd been born
a girl. I wish I could walk round the school in
a skirt with lovely panties underneath."
"But you are a boy so you can't," Bill said.
"Let me ask," Graham interjected. "Even though
you are a boy, if you had the chance to go round
the school dressed as a girl say for a week
would you do it?"
"Yes I would," Lucy said without any hesitation.
"Let's get this right," Graham continued, "if
you could you would wear girl's clothes round
the school despite the ribbing you'd get."
"I could cope with that just to be able to be
dressed as a girl."

Lucy could see Graham had an idea.
"Lucy do remember that this started because I
punished you for not doing well with your
swimming by making you wear a bikini bottom?"
Lucy nodded.
"Well how about I punish you for some swimming
failure by making you wear a girl's uniform for
a week?"
Lucy was bowled over by the idea.

"Would you sir," she said forgetting in her
excitement to call him Graham. "Would you
really? That would be brilliant." Then she added
with an after thought, "and I
could turn up here every evening to have my
uniform checked."

Later that night Lucy was alone in her room. Was
it true? Could there really be a chance of her
being a girl in school for a week? And if there
was did she really want it? Did she want
everyone else to see her as a girl? Did she want
the teasing that would come with it and perhaps
even getting beaten up?
She knew it might be tough but to live one week
as a girl. Yes she did want it.

Two days later Ian was in the pool in a swimming
lesson and there was no doubt Mr Dean was on his
case!
"Come on Bradshaw," he was shouting, "you are
swimming like a girl more than ever." But Ian
knew what was needed and so he swam worse than
ever.

As the session drew to and end Mr Dean got the
whole class out of the pool and lined them up.
He told them that some of them were not making
the effort and needed to do better. Then he
turned on Ian, "and as for you Bradshaw, when I
came here you were on the edge of the swimming
team but now you are the worst in the class."
"I'm not sir," Ian replied.
"Bradshaw you are and, as I have told you
before, you swim like a girl."
"I don't swim like a girl and I'm not the worst
in the class sir," Ian trotted out the lines
they had practiced. Then came the ultimatum.
"Alright Bradshaw. You prove you don't swim like
a girl and that you are not worst in the class
and I'll believe you. But if you are the worst,
which would prove you are not really trying and
that you swim like a girl then I'll." Mr Dean
paused for a while as if thinking of a suitable
punishment, "I'll have you dressed like a girl
for a week." There was a guffaw of laughter and
Ian blushed.

A series of races followed with the eight in
each and the first four allowed to go and get
changed if they wanted, though no one did
because they all wanted to see what happened.
It came down to the last race and Ian having
failed to make the first four in his earlier
races was in it.

"See what I said Bradshaw you are the worst and
you swim like a little girl. I have proved my
point. We'll end it there and forget about the
punishment."
"No sir," Ian replied. "I don't swim like a girl
and I'm not the worst."
"You are really trying my patience Bradshaw. I
have given you a chance to get out of the
punishment but you want to persist. Everyone
here can see I'm being reasonable. You don't
have to race and risk a week dressed like a
girl." "I'm not the worst sir" Ian replied.

So the race was staged and Ian made it look as
if he was really trying but, surprise, surprise,
he came last.
"I told you, you were the worst and I warned you
not to race. Now you will take your punishment.
One week as a girl as befits your swimming. Come
to my house this evening and I'll provide you
with your uniform.
Some guffaws arose from the class.

Mr Dean looked around sternly, "and if I hear
from Bradshaw or from anyone else that any of
you are making his life even
harder well, as that would be a catty thing to
do, I'll have you in girl's uniform as well."
With that he dismissed the class.
Ian did his best to look downcast as he changed.
His best friend Simon came and sat with him and
tried to cheer him up.
"Look I'm sure you don't have to do this. It
isn't a suitable punishment. You could go to the
head and complain," Simon suggested.
"Thanks Si," Ian replied, "but Deaney already
thinks he has me beat and that would be one more
thing. I was sure I wouldn't come last and he
did give me the chance to get out of it. No I'm
going to face this and see it through. After all
it can't be that bad wearing a skirt, the girls
manage to."
"Well if I can do anything to help, I will" said
Simon.

That evening as arranged Ian went to Graham's
house to get the uniform.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Graham
asked. "It is all round the school and the head
has spoken to me about it. I explained I gave
you every chance to back out but felt you really
were not trying and so undermining my authority.
He's agreed to let it go ahead."
"Of course I want to do it. I can't think of
anything else but walking out tomorrow in a
skirt and with my hair brushed like a girl."
"But what about the other boys?"
"Some will be fine and the others.. Well I'll
just have to put up with them teasing me."

Ian took the bag with the uniform in it and went
back to his room.
He'd just got back when Simon knocked on the
door.
"Have you got it," he asked.
Ian thought he seemed a little excited.
"Yes. Do you want me to put it on for you?"
"Why not and I can tell you honestly what you
look like." Simon sat on the bed as Ian stripped
down to his underpants. He looked through the
clothes and found some pink cotton panties.
As he held them up Simon said, "crumbs he isn't
going to make it easy for you is he? I mean he
could have given you white ones and they might
have looked like boys pants."

Ian slid his own pants down his legs and pulled
up the panties.
Then he put on the bra making it look as if he'd
never done it before. There were of course no
stockings schoolgirls don't wear them, but black
tights instead so he slid those up his legs.
He could feel Simon watching. Was Simon enjoying
this he wondered?
He put his arms into the blouse and did it up
and then the skirt before he stepped into the
shoes.
"Now," he said, "let's see what I can do with my
hair."
Ian had quite long hair and so he thought he
would be able to part it down the middle
instead of the side and make it look feminine.
When he'd finished he tied up the school tie
and turned towards Simon, "what do you think?"
he asked. "That's amazing," Simon blurted out,
"you look just like a girl."
"Thank you kind sir," Ian replied.

He sat down on the chair by his desk making
sure to smooth the skirt under his legs as a
girl would.
They began to chat about how Ian was going to
approach the next day. Ian felt very relaxed but
he noticed how closely Simon was watching him.
After a while he playfully asked, "I hope you're
not trying to see up my skirt?"
Simon blushed and while not answering the
question because it was obvious he was merely
said, "it's hard not to think of you as a girl.
How does it feel dressed like that?"
Ian knew he was not going to lie to Simon so he
simply said, "actually quite nice. The tights
feel especially nice." Then seeing Simon's clear
interest said, "do you want to feel them."
Simon blushed again and muttered, "yeah
alright."

He reached across and put a hand on Lucy's knee
and began to run his hand up and down her leg.
"Wow they do feel nice." Lucy looked coyly at
him, "I bet you say that to all the girls Simon.
I'm going to have to watch you while I'm dressed
like this."
Simon was at a loss to know what to say but he
didn't stop rubbing Lucy's leg.
"Do they feel nice enough for you to want to try
them on?" Lucy asked.
It was clear from Simon's expression that that
was exactly what he wanted.
"Look why don't you try on the whole outfit?"
Lucy asked.

Simon quickly agreed and in a moment was
standing in just his underpants.
"You can't wear those," Ian said as he stripped
off the uniform.
He delved deep down in his drawers and brought
out the white panties that he had.
"Here wear these." Simon looked puzzled.
"I'll explain sometime but let's get you into
the uniform," Ian said quenching Simon's obvious
question.
So just wearing the pink panties Ian helped
Simon into the uniform.
He brushed his hair to make it look a bit more
feminine though Simon's hair wasn't as long as
Ian's.

"How does it feel then," Ian asked.
Simon looked embarrassed. "Very nice," he
whispered.
Ian took pity on him. "Simon," he said, "it's OK
to like girl's clothes. There's nothing wrong
with enjoying wearing them and you look very
pretty."

The last words had a dramatic effect on Simon.
"Do I really look pretty," he asked. "They feel
so nice and make me feel a bit sexy."
Simon began to walk round the room letting the
skirt flow round his legs and occasionally
spinning.
"This is great Ian. I really feel good in these
clothes. Have you worn girl's clothes before?
You must have because you had a pair of panties
in your drawer. Come on do tell me."

Ian sat Simon down and told him about finding
the panties and enjoying wearing them. Then he
said, "Now Simon what I'm about to tell you, you
must not let anyone else know," and he told him
about the swimming and being made to wear a
bikini bottom and being caught wearing panties.
He went on to recount his first trip to Mr
Dean's house.

"He wanted me to dress fully as a girl," Ian
explained.
"But why," asked Simon, "is he bent?"
"Of course he is that's why he got me there. I
got dressed and even did a little make up."
"What," Simon interrupted, "you went down to see
Mr Dean wearing a girl's school uniform."
"Well a kind of uniform," Ian replied, "but I
don't think many girls in our school wear
stockings! Yes I went to see him. I was a bit
afraid but listen I wanted to let him see me
like that. After he'd caught me in my panties
I'd been wondering what it would be like being
with him you know like that."
"So did you want to have sex with him?"
"I wasn't sure but I felt I did. But you tell me
Si. I mean you're dressed as a girl now. So if
you were with Mr Dean what would you want to
happen?"
Simon looked embarrassed, "I think I might want
him to hold me and kiss me and treat me like a
girl. Crumbs I must be bent."
"No," said Ian, "I didn't feel like that. When
he kissed me I felt like a girl. His hand on my
leg felt lovely. It all seemed so good, so nice
so natural even when I held his cock."
"What," Simon almost shouted, "you held his
cock!"
"I didn't just hold it. I sucked it and looking
at you now I think you would do the same."

There was a very pregnant pause between the two
boys as Ian let the force of his words sink into
Simon.
Eventually Simon muttered, "yeah I think I
would. But wasn't it gross?"
"Not at all. I loved it and when he came I
swallowed his cum and it didn't taste bad. I
know it may seem a bit odd talking about it here
but if you were there with him I bet you'd do
the same and that you'd enjoy it."
Simon paused for a moment and then somewhat
hesitantly said, "do you think he'd want me to
suck him?"
"Simon dressed as you are I have no doubts."

The two chatted for a while and then Simon
reluctantly got undressed. Ian could see he was
very loath to take off the panties.
"Look why don't you keep those panties. I'm
sure I can keep some of these that Graham is
giving me."
So there were the two boys in Ian's room both
wearing only panties as Ian hung up the uniform
they had shared that night.
Later as Ian lay in bed he felt a real sense of
excitement and anticipation over what tomorrow
would bring and yet there was also some
uncertainty.