Date: Sat, 24 Jan 1998 14:31:47 +1100
From: Paulina Barbie <barbiep@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Princess

Schoolboy Princess
by Paulina Barbie
barbiep@hotmail.com

Chapter 1: The Plan

David checked his watch again. It was 3:15. The girls' netball match had
started at 3:00 and most of the school were out on the playing fields now
watching the under-18's first team in the local finals against Winchester
Girls' College. He had planning this adventure for weeks, but was still
incredibly nervous, realising that he would be humiliated if he was caught,
and that what he was about to do was probably illegal. He had excused
himself from watching the match by feigning an upset stomach and had
promised to go for a lie down in the changing room of the boys' gym. But it
was the girls' gym he was now entering.

"hello" he called out as he pushed the door to the changing rooms. He
hadn't quite decided what to say if anyone answered, but he had to make
sure that no-one was there. There was silence. The changing room had two
rows of benches, on facing walls. Above the benches were hooks, and on each
hook the team-players had hung their usual school uniforms before changing
into their sports kits. Two rows of hooks, draped with gorgeous clothes!
Gorgeous to David especially. Ever since the age of five he could remember
being fascinated by girls' clothes. Now that he was 16 he was addicted to
the sight and feel of feminine attire in all of its forms. He like to look
at the pictures of women in his mother's catalogues, fully dressed in the
latest fashions or just in their lingerie. Most of all though he wanted to
try on such clothes for himself, to feel them against his skin. He had
managed to dress up partly through the years. But his mother was quite a
large lady and wore very conventional clothes - cotton underwear and plain
dresses. David on the other hand was quite slight and only 5'4". He did
have a sister, but she was 4 years younger than him. He could fit into her
clothes, and often on bath night he would lock the bathroom door and would
raid the laundry basket while his mother would put his little sister to
bed. During these extended bath sessions he would try on whatever clothes
his sister had left there. He enjoyed fitting himself into her little
frilly knickers and trying on her short white cotton socks. She was too
young to be wearing a bra yet, but she wore white cotton vests which were
almost like camisoles and had lace around the arms and neck. Dressed like
this he would pose in front of the bathroom mirror pretending to be a
little girl. But now he wanted to be more than a little girl. He longed to
grow up into a teenage girl on the verge of womanhood. And so he had made
his plans.

He passed by several of the clothes hooks even though they had some
enticing outfits hanging there. He knew which hook he was looking for:
Karen Brockwell's. Karen Brockwell was possibly the most beautiful girl in
the school. She was 17 and in her last year there. She was Girls' School
Captain and the star player of the netball team. Every boy in the school
fancied her and for good reason. Although she was a star athlete she was
quite demure in appearance. David had studied her from afar and always
tried to determine what underwear she was wearing. Sometimes you could make
out the lines of her bra when she wore the regulation white school blouses,
one especially seemed quite transparent and once David was lucky enough to
be standing behind her in the lunch queue, when he studied it intently. She
seemed to favour extremely feminine styles. Sometimes when she sat down you
could see the edge of a white slip with lashings of lace. David had only
hoped that her taste in panties was equally alluring. And now he was going
to find out.

Holding back his curiosity as much as possible, David started on his bold
plan by undressing. He undid his ties and quickly took of his shirt. He
placed his shoes and socks together under the bench and stepped out of his
grey trousers to reveal a pair of pink and white full knickers. They were
has sister's and he had "borrowed" them for the day to give him some
courage to proceed with his plan. They had edgings of pink lace around the
legs and waist and small red roses patterned all over. Now he was about to
grow up from a little girl into a sexy young woman. He reached for Karen's
hook and searched for the panties he knew would be hanging there. When he
discovered them he realised that he hadn't prepared himself for quite how
magnificent they would be! These were the most beautiful panties he could
ever have dreamed of! They were the purest virginal white. The waistband
was made of some elasticated lacing and was quite broad, perhaps 2
inches. The legs were not particularly high cut. They were again formed
from white stretch lace which extended towrds the front of the panties
where it met a triangle of white satin that led down to the crotch, again
shiny and satiny with an inner cotton lining. The front was decorated with
a single small bow, small and discreet but claiming utter femininity. David
trembled as he pulled down his sister's girlish knickers and stepped into
Karen's beautiful womanly panties. He was careful to keep himself tucked
away between his legs as he pulled them up around his waist, so that when
they were in place they hugged him firmly and gave no impression of his
boyish secret. They felt divine! Now he reached for the bra. He had guessed
that Karen was a 34B and was happily surprised to see that he had been
absolutely right. The bra was obviously part of the same set as the
panties. The label said that it was part of the "Chantilly" collection from
Warners. The cups were full, and patterned with the same lace as the
panties. The straps were quite wide, but were made entirely from
lace. David knew from studying Karen that he would not have to adjust them,
and he was right. He now played the key stroke of his plan. Reaching into
the school bag he had brought with him he produced a pair of false breasts
and a short bobbed wig. It had almost killed him with embarrassment to buy
these from The Transformation shop in town. He had discovered the existence
of false breasts as a result of scouring the internet, and had tracked down
the place to buy them. He had been saving for months to buy them, working
as a waiter in a small caf on evenings and weekends. The wig had been
bought from a small shop next door, and he had actually plucked up courage
to try on several before settling on the page boy bob with a swept fringe
in a light brown, almost red colour. He slipped the brests into thecups of
the bra. Perfect fit! The bra cups completely concealed the edges of the
soft rubber, but the shape of the nipples could be seen clearly shadowing
the dainty white material. Pulling the wig over his head from the front as
he had practised many times the previous week in his bedroom, he stood up
straight and shook it so that the hair fell into place.

He had made one final purchase which had completed his planning. He had
bought a can of Immac hair remocval foam from a chemist in the next town
and last night in the bathroom had stood and sprayed it over his legs,
chest and arms, waiting the prescribed 15 minutes and then showering it
off. He hadn't been particularly hairy, his body hair being quite fair and
downy, but he wanted to do this absoluetly right. Even though his little
escapade would barely last for an hour before the game was over, he wanted
to enjoy it as much as possible. Karen's tights were cascaded over the
peg. He knew she had fantastic taste in hosiery. Always sheer, barely
there. These tights were labelled as "Modern Miss" by Charnos. "Well I'm a
Modern Miss" thought David to himself, "at least for the next half-hour or
so" and he sat down and pulled them one leg at a time up his smooth
legs. Standing up he pulled the waist up over his pretty panties. The
tights were extremely fine (7-denier probably he thought) and were sheer to
the waist in a light coffee shade. They did nothing to hide the loveliness
of his panties, but they certainly enhanced the look of his legs. Looking
down at his own body David felt almost faint to see such a feminine
appearance. The lightness of the silken hose clinging to his legs, coupled
with the restrictive feelings around his bottom and waist was really
causing a stir inside the panties. But David hugged his thighs together to
hold and restrain his tucked prisoner and after a moment was able to return
to his dressing. The ful slip was next. He pulled it over his head and
shimmied to let the soft satin material slither down over his bra and
panties and settle around his waist. The slip was quite short, ending mid
thigh, and the cups were even lacier than his bra. The straps were
spaghetti satin and sat next to his bra straps over his shoulders, the
weight of his breasts tugging both sets downwards, a feeling David had
never imagined, but which felt absolutely divine.

David reached into Karen's satchel, also on the hook, and found her make-up
bag. He moved over to the mirror...And was astonished. The combination of
all that white satin and lace, the sheer stockinged legs , the small breast
mounds and the hair had transformed him into a passable teenage girl. Gone
was David the 16-year old schoolboy and in his place was a demure young
woman in fantastic, feminine underwear. His knees went weak. He felt right
dressed like this. The lingerie suited him. He flushed with delight and
shivered with pleasure. He knew that this is what it felt like to really be
a girl. If only he could wake up every morning to dress like this. If only
he could go shopping like this and try on skirts and dresses. If only he
could be like this forever and grow up as a woman, become a bride and then
a mother and raise sons of his own to become pretty girly boys so that
there would be a next generation of schoolboy princesses.

David snapped himself out of his dreaming and reached for the make-up. Some
light pink eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara was applied to his
eyes. He had studied his mother's magazines and insticntively knew how to
make-up his face to look pretty but understated. He didn't need any
foundation, but applied a soft dusting of translucent face powder and a
slight rosy blush to his cheekbones. Finally he pursed his lips and coated
them with Maybelline Chilli Pepper permanent stay lipstick. Now he really
was a girl. There was nothing left about his appearance that would suggest
that this teenage virgin princess in lace was really a boy.

Except for the pile of boys clothes left on the bench.

Which was the first thing that Karen Brockwell saw when she walked into the
changing rooms two seconds after David had finished applying his lipstick.


Chapter Two to follow, in which Karen decides to perpetuate David's
dressing session to humiliate him, and forces him to take her place as
Guest Princess at the local Boys College's end of term ball.

Let me know if you enjoy this story and any ideas for how it might end.

Hugs in frills,

Paulina
barbiep@hotmail.com