Date: Tue, 25 May 2021 19:50:03 -0500 (CDT) From: DaddyWolf Subject: Just a Pretend Girl 1 if you like it tell me. "I don't wanna be a princess!" Susan shouted at the boys on the playground. She tore off the dress they tried to put on over tshirt and shorts and stormed off, pitching it angrily to the ground. Joey was standing by the road, watching the scene unfold. Susan was a tomboy who was always chasing the boys around, trying to play with them. She just wanted to be accepted, to be 'one of the boys', but they knew she was a girl and never let her forget it. As she stomped by Joey she muttered, "Stupid boys!" and headed home. Joey stood there watching them from the outside. He was always on the outside looking in. These boys were older, tougher, more popular than he was, but sometimes he would watch them from a distance and wonder what it would be like to be one of their group. He and Susan were alike in that way. "Hey weirdo!" one of the tall boys shouted. Joey looked back and around, not sure if they were talking to him or someone else. 'Me?' he mouthed while pointing to himself. The boy nodded and waved him over. Clumsily, Joey shuffled over. They had never talked to him before, these boys that hung out in his neighborhood, and now he felt like he was finally going to get a chance to be in their circle. "Hey, what's your name?" the tall one asked. "Joey," the boy said in a quiet voice, looking at something on the ground that he pushed around with his toed. "Joey, I'm Chris," the tall one introduced himself, "and this is Joe, John, and Tony." Joey looked around and nodded to each of them. They all looked down at him stoically, like statues carved from marble, and Joey couldn't help but feel intimidated. "Look, we're playing Knights and Castles and we need a princess. Since Susan doesn't want to place because she's a stupid girl, maybe you can wear the dress and be the princess. You've already got long hair..." It was true. Joey did have long, blond hair down to his shoulders. He was trying to grow it long because it made him stand out, made him feel special. "I don't know..." Joey demured. "I'm not a girl..." "We know that, stupid," Chris cajoled. "You're just a pretend girl. The dress is a costume. The real girl didn't want to play." "So it's just like dress up? What do I have to do?" "Well Joe and John are monsters and Tony's a fire breathing dragon and I'm a knight. You just have to put on the dress and go sit in the castle until I rescue you. Cry for help, beg me to save you. That sort of stuff." "So I'm a princess in danger from monsters and you're gonna save me?" Joey thought it sounded like a silly game, but he wanted to play with the cool kids so he went along. Chris nodded and pointed to the plastic tower on the playground. "You can put on the dress in there. We'll tell you when we're ready," Chris pushed a bag into Joey's hands and Joey looked around at the boy's faces. This is really dumb, he thought, but he knew that saying so would make them not want to play anymore, so he did what he was told. He scooped up the dress from the ground, brushed it off, and climbed the stairs to the 'castle' on the playscape. The plastic bridge swayed under his weight as the planks bent and popped. Inside there was a little window to look down on the playground where he say the boys in a huddle speaking in low tones. The castle had a conical roof and was set up high on stilts. Joey thought it was pretty fancy for a neighborhood playground. He looked in the bag and found a rhinestone plastic tiara, probably from a princess halloween costume, a pair of white panties with a pink bow in the front, and compact with lipstick. Strange, he thought. They must really want me to get into the role. The panties were a bit much he decided, as he stripped down to his boxers to put on the dress. It was a tight, pink number with sleeves that fell off his shoulders and would not stay up no matter how many times he lifted them. Maybe they were supposed to be that way... Funny how having bare shoulders made him feel exposed. The dress was also way too small. He could see his thighs and his boxers showed out the bottom. Oh well, maybe he'd have to wear the panties anyway. He tugged off the boxers and slid the panties up. They hugged his butt and his little package in a way that made him feel strange in a good sort of way. He ran his hands over them, reaching up under his skirt to touch the hem lines and as he did, he thought of how much trouble he'd get in if he did this to a girl, and the thought stirred him deep inside. His thing started to twitch and move, straightening out as he reached back to cup his cheeks in the smooth, thin fabric and somehow he felt that this was naughty.