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