Carnival Princess
by Toms Party
Most girls only dream of being a bridesmaid or elected as a carnival princess. But few ever actually undertake the privilege. Young lads on the other hand never even get the chance and may not be so keen. Or would they? If you've ever asked yourself this question ... read on.
My names Trudy and I work for the local Borough Council as part of an all girl team. The pays poor but it does have its privileges and one of our responsibilities is to organise the yearly carnival and fete. Its a job I've enjoyed for over five years now and I considered myself good at what I did. Feeling sufficiently confident to handle all eventualities. But what happened the day of the carnival procession almost through me in a dizzy, had it not been for my young friend Paul and the co-operation of my work colleagues.
At the last moment our newly elected beauty, Stephanie, who as yet was unannounced, was taken ill with a most severe stomach upset. To cut a long story short we had no princess for the ceremony and with only two hours to go I began to panic. I would have loved to have taken her place but at my age... I think not. I'm more your motherly Auntie type. A few years ago, before I had children, perhaps. But sadly the years had not been kind to me. One of my girls, Sandra, ironically a friend of the princess was busting to take her place. Though this may seem immoral, no one had actually seen the princess since the election and I felt any princess, even if not the correct one would be better than none at all. A whole years work would be ruined if the carnival procession went off lead by the princess's float with an empty throne. Good old Sandra, she had the best intentions in the world. But sadley with a figure that looked as if it had been roughly poured into every dress she wore, I couldn't see her winning the coveted award of Princess. Naturaly I didn't want to be unkind but she hadn't really the face either but beggars can't be choosers, she would have to do. There was simply not enough time to find another princess in such short notice. I toyed with telling my boss but I knew he would talk to the Mayor and before I knew it pandemonium would set in. Honesty may be the best policy but in this instance ignorance must be bliss.
To top my troubles my car was being serviced so my close friend Paul offered to drive me around for the day. At eighteen he had just past his driving test and was keen to practice. I knew his parents well since he lived just down my road and they where delighted he was acting as chauffeur for the day. I even promised to pay him a few quid as a token for my gratitude. I rang Stephanie and asked if I could collect the dress and loosely suggested Sandra could act as stand in. On the phone she sounded really rough so we promised we wouldn't be long. I initially thought she would not be keen on the idea of her friend taking her place but she fortunately didn't seem to mind. 'We have work to do' I said and gathering my bag I summoned Paul and he drove Sandra and I round to the poorly Princesses house. Her mother was out shopping so Stephanie showed us in. We wished her well and was about to leave with the dress when Stephanie suggested we dress Sandra in her bedroom. 'Are you sure?' I asked. She seemed pleased to help so as time was of the essence we jumped at the chance. Paul meekly followed us inside and had a nose through Stephanie's personal things in her bedroom as we got Sandra ready.
Can you imagine our horror when we found there was no way, short of a miracle, that Sandra was going to squeeze her amble frame into the feminine and delicate clothes of our poorly princess. What where we going to do and as time ticked by I really thought we were out of luck.
Sandra stood holding the shimmering peach and frothy net dress encrusted in sparkling jewels up in the air with a dejected look on her face. 'I so much wanted to wear this, she cried, this dress does not fit a women's voluptuous shape its more suitable for a bloke.' Need I say more, as the words came from her mouth all us girls looked at each other and then Paul.
Simultaneously the same warped thoughts flashed in our mind. 'Fancy becoming a carnival princess,' I quipped? He wasn't quite as pleased with the idea and joked laughingly but the more we thought about it, the better the idea it seemed. 'Come on Paul,' I said seriously. 'Joking aside your about the same size as Stephanie. The carnival procession starts at three o'clock and I told the mayor we would be in the car-park at two. Paul looked at us with a sheepish grin on his face. 'I can't wear that, I would be the laughing stock of the whole town'. 'Not if they didn't recognise you,' I said. We have two hours to go and with a little help from the other girls I do believe we could transform you into a true princess. You'll be the envy of every girl in the town.' Paul did not look convinced. 'You have the opportunity of experiencing something that most girls only dream of.' I said proudly. 'That's all very well but I'm a man,' he quipped. 'I looked at Sandra and Stephanie and raised an eyebrow. I found it difficult to see Paul as a man with his girlish looks, soft skin and long blonde hair. Stephanie and Sandra nodded with approval. 'He'll make a lovely girl,' Sandra said reaching out and playing with his hair.' 'And look at those hips, such a feminine wiggle,' Stephanie said. 'What do you say then. . .Yes.' The room went silent apart from the rustle of the frothy underskirt Sandra was still fingering. 'What's in it for me,' he said. 'Well... Um!... Sandra broke the silence, 'you'll be helping us out of a frightful mess. Trudy will get in so much trouble if the carnival backfires. Please she said go on.' He didn't really have any choice. He'd be very heartless to say no. I reminded him that he was being paid for his troubles and he owed me a few favours. Especially since it was I who taught him to drive in the first place. 'Oh all right, he said but I don't want you to tell anyone. As far as the world is concerned when I'm in this dress, I am the carnival princess.' 'Oh! You will be,' we all said together. 'One small word of caution though, we have our jobs at stake here and once dressed in these girly things you'll have to be a pretty girl all the time. 'All the time,' he protested. 'All the time, at least until the end of the procession,' I said. 'Never mind my dear, its all in aid of charity, get your trousers off .' I told him.
Even though he had accepted the role he was far from enthusiastic to get undressed and after waiting patiently for ten minutes with time ticking by we had to take action. It wasn't such a struggle as I had envisaged but we had to hold him down and stuff a pair of Stephanie's panties into his mouth to stop him crying out. As I pushed the silky material into his mouth I could hear him attempt to say he'd changed his mind but as far as we where all concerned there was no going back. Within a matter of minutes he was lying stripped totally naked on the bedroom floor. Stephanie had run a bath and we carried him kicking into the bathroom where we made him take a hot bubble bath in moisturising oils. We gave him a razor. 'Shave,' I said sternly hoping he would save us the effort but he choose to ignore my request. Consequently he didn't take kindly to being forcibly shaved all over until he was totally devoid of all body hair. I perhaps would not have done his armpits but Sandra said 'if a jobs got to be done, it must be done well.' I couldn't argue with that. It was something I frequently said back in the office. After we had patted him dry with a large soft towel we all smothered him in a selection of moisturising creams and oils we found in the bathroom cabinet. Standing upright we three busied ourselves smearing all the feminine smelling cream all over his body much to his amusement. Even with the panties still in his mouth I could see he was getting a bit excited. 'You better put a stop to that I said giving him a sharp rap on the head. It will ruin the line of your dress. Smelling like a tarts handbag Sandra fastened a wide lacy white suspender belt around his slim waist. The 4 suspenders hung loosely down his now smooth legs as Stephanie, who was always good with makeup applied false finger nails to his slender fingers and painted his toes. Sandra made a cup of tea while the varnish dried. Back in the bedroom I handed him the pair of seamed white stockings that Stephanie would have worn. He eased one foot into the mouth of the open stocking and he slipped it up his silky leg. I commented to Stephanie how well he performed the task and even then wondered if he had done all this before. I helped him fasten the adjustable suspenders to the lacy tops of the stockings and straightened the seams. 'Being a pretty girl, you'll be worrying about you seams all day long,' Sandra said, laughing. Next, I slipped the white boned corset around his waist that Stephanie handed me. 'You were not going to wear this, where you?,' I asked. 'No silly I just thought it might help Paul develop his figure into one of a flattering feminine shape. 'I guess your right, good thinking' Paul looked very apprehensive as I fastened the front hooks and struggled to get it closed. 'Your too fat,' I cried. 'Perfect, Stephanie said, my mum wears that corset sometimes it does wonders to any figure.' I walked behind him and pulled the laces harshly taking out all the slack. 'This should bring the femme out of you, I said, and maybe when I get the corset tight you'll know we mean business. 'So much for thinking dressng as a girl in femine frills was easy. Lay on the floor chest down. He did as I ordered and with my knee on his back as a lever I pulled even harder on the laces, until the edges of the corset met in the middle of his back. 'Amazing, I said, panting as we both stood up, your waist now gives you an hourglass figure. Paul struggled to stand as the wind had noticeably been knocked out of him. 'Don't worry you'll get used to it', I said reassuringly, even though I'd never worn one myself. The bra was of white satin. It was underwired and held the water filled balloons we used as breasts beautifully. It thrust them up and out in a very provocative way. 'You'll have to treat them with reverence, I told him, otherwise you may wet yourselves.' We all chuckled at that except Paul since he still had the panties in his mouth. 'Don't you think he had them in enough,' Sandra said. Paul grunted and nodded enthusiastically. 'OK, perhaps your right,' I said pulling the now soggy panties from his mouth. 'You can't wear these now , can you?.' Stephanie opened her knicker draw and rummaged amongst all her silks until she found a pair of lacy panties that matched his bra. She held them aloft like a trophy 'Get your bottom into a pair of panties, she cried, don't be a long term disappointment to yourself. Prove to us you can at last do something well even if it is a little unnatural.' He stepped gingerly into them and slid them up his silky legs. Reaching his hips he paused momentarily as if having second thoughts. 'There's no going back now, I said as he pulled them up to his waist and the material tightly encased his groin. You look wonderful and I caressed his feminine looking bulge in his panties. You look gorgeous and in a few moments you'll be our princess. He couldn't quite understand why he had to wear a pair of snowy white lace panties instead of his own underwear. I tried to explain that the dress was quite short and we didn't want our game uncovered. Who has heard of a carnival princess wearing boys briefs. By now his persistent protests had began to die down and I do believe he secretly liked the idea of being feminised against his will. Wouldn't you? He stepped into the frothy white underskirt Sandra held out for him as he steadied himself holding onto my shoulders. 'There you go she said as she pulled the elasticised waist band up over his hips. Who's pretty now.' 'I think we've done a silly thing now. You may struggle getting into the dress with the under skirt already in place.' He didn't have too much difficulty. He slipped his slender arms into the puffed sleeves and the lace bodice fitted like a glove around his chest. The dress was magnificent. We where all jealous it was of a soft and flattering peach with feminine and elegant lines. All most finished, we made him sit at Stepahnies makeup table and she quickly applied long false eyelashes, then foundation, powder, blusher and eyeshadow. He didn't appreciate her plucking out some unkempt eyebrows until they where beautifully shaped into a nice feminised arch which she accented even more with a pencil. The picture was completed with a bold lipstick, lip liner and a coating of lip gloss. She spayed some perfume into his cleavage, in his hair and on his wrists. Stephanie did a marvellous job and he was soon standing before us every bit a princess. He looked a stunning picture, dressed in his gown with his long flowing hair and ballerina looks. 'Don't forget your shoes' Stephanie said. Horror must have shown on my face. I'd totally forgotten about shoes. His feet would never fit into Stephanie's. That just goes to show how wrong you can be I thought as he stepped into a pair of 4" highheeled gold shoes with buckled slingback and cross over detail. He smiled at me as he fastened the T-strap around his ankle with the delicate gold buckle. His transformation complete he strutted around the bedroom looking every bit a princess. Wiggling his hips, pouting his lips and thrusting his breats forwards. Suddenly the door of the bedroom burst open and in walked Stephanie's mum.. 'Come on girls Stephanie is supposed to be resting, doctors orders.' She looked at Paul who now was standing demurely in the corner radiant in his gown. 'You must be the stand-in for Stephanie' she said. 'What's your name...' Paul froze it was obvious he didn't know what to say so I quickly took command of the situation. 'Amanda' I said. Well, Amanda it's lovely to meet such a pretty young girl but you better hurry or you'll be late. I glanced at my watch and with only ten minutes to go we said goodbye to Stephanie and I bustled everyone outside. Paul swallowed hard as he took his first feminised footstep in the open air. I guess its one thing wearing clothes normally associated with the other gender in the confines of your own home but in public its bound to be different. 'How do you feel I asked. 'Foolish,' he said. 'You have no worries, not only will no body notice but I genuinely do believe if the contest was to be held again you would win.' I sniggered, 'even with your little differences.'
We arrived at the car-park rendezvous with moments to spare. The mayor greeted Paul or Stephanie as we now had to call him and he took quite a shine to him. Paul walked with a girlish wiggle and he curtsied beautifully just as we had shown him and the mayor placed the sash over his head and crown in his hair. 'I've heard he's a dirty old man,' Sandra whispered in my ear. I didn't hear the whole conversation but I saw Paul blush a number of times as the mayor lightly touched Paul's lace covered shoulder and tapped him gently on his bottom. Duty called and fortunately for Paul, who looked very uncomfortable, the mayor had to be on his way. Wishing him well, Sandra and I helped him up the short ladder onto the lorry. Trucks where not designed to accommodate princesses especially ones in alien highheels and a frothy skirt. I don't think many people other than the Mayor, noticed as he exposed his pantie glad bottom to the crowd of onlookers that was gathering to see the start of the procession. He did look a picture as he sat on his throne just like a fashionable pretty girl all encased in ladies nylons and lace. He looked so proud holding his sceptre and wearing his crown with the cape flowing gently around his body. He looked lovely in lace and the jewels on his dress and crown sparkled in the glare of the afternoon sun and mixed every inspiration from snow white to Cleopatra. I don't think it was particularly comfortable or easy to wear but it gave a look of real feminine luxury. His panties cut into his groin, the corset squeezed his stomach so hard it knocked the breath out of him and his water filled balloon breasts made him feel top heavy. Above all his stockinged legs and short skirt made him feel open , exposed and very vulnerable. More so when the engine of the lorry coughed into action and amongst the throb of the vehicle the wind kept lifting the hem and netting of his skirt so any eagle eyed onlooker could see what he so desperately tried to hide. For the first time in his life he began to feel what it was like to be an attractive women.
That said, I do believe he eventually relaxed and came to appreciate being dressed as a beautiful fairy tale princess. This was good fortune indeed as we all forgot in the excitement that the carnival princess had to be dressed the part for the rest of the day and Paul or Stephanie was in store for quite a treat. As princess, he had many responsibilities throughout the day and they all involved him dressed as a beautiful girl, panties, dresses, stockings and all.
If you wish and when I have time I'll tell you what happened when the Mayors son took a shine to our lovely princess and at the end of the day, in a glittering climax to the procession asked him on a date he couldn't really refuse.
In the meantime if you know of a similar situation I'd love to hear from you. 1995 Toms Party (c)
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