A quick sketch of a fantasy I would LOVE for someone to finish off.

An English family with Scottish ancestry move to Scotland. A mother, father, son (12) and daughter (13). It is a time a great Scottish patriotism, as upon enrolling at his new school, the son is issued with a unisex kilt along with 2 pairs of trousers. In comparison there is nothing out of the ordinary in his sister's issue of two unisex kilts and a pair of fitted trousers. They had also both recieved identical black loafers.

The son, lets say "Alex"... Horrified, tries to put off ever having to wear the kilt. He manages to go almost 3 weeks before he manages to dirty both his pairs of trousers before the school week is up (his clothes are washed on the weekend). He convinces his parents todo a wash that very Thursday evening, but awakes Friday to see that they have failed to dry sufficiently and his parents forbid him from wearing them as he may get ill. Upon exiting his room he tries to fasten some of the kilt's hem between his legs with a safety pin to give the impression that he is wearing shorts, his family see him walking strangely as the hem fully frees itself his sister laughs, having up to this point not seen him in a kilt. "Nice skirt" she says, to "which I aggresively respond, "Its a kilt!".

Mother gives him and his sister a lift to school that day as they are not use to the transport in the area yet. Him and his sister are both sat in the back of the car and he feels fear and humiliation as he looks down to see his knees held anxiously together, extending two inches out of a single piece material, the exact same image he can see from his sisters side. Shorts would have made him feel pretty exposed, bu the missing gusset and femininly flamoyant folding of the material made him feel fragility on another level! As he sheepishly steps out of the car that feeling is heightened as the wind plays with the material, he is extremely aware of the hem pulling across his thighs. Alex looks across the school grounds to get an idea of how many other boys are wearing the kilt also... around two or three amongst perhaps one hundred boys and it seemed that most girls were wearing a kilt also. He wandered past those boys, they all seemed extremely patriotic as the scottish flag appeared on they're bags, socks, hats, socks and a few badges too. I thought it might be a good idea to get some of those badges, its enough that most of the guys here think of me as a "southern softy". My accent, although he spoke softly, was what they considered flamboyantly "correct". His hair was getting rather long, the curtains seemed to be more like a bob. He was skinny and held himself selfconsciously. He smiled too much and my eyes welled at any sort of conflict, he habitually looked for a mirror to check his eyes and a place to hide when he felt he couldn't hold to tears back.

He eventually gotten used to wearing the kilt and found himself wearing it more often than his trousers. It had evenh started to alter the way he walked and held himself. As if he was more delicate and protective of his groin. At one time the thought came to him that he hadn't worn trousers to school in well over a month. Ha had begun to think of the trousers as boring. It was a very image-conscious school and prided itself on its smartness and individualism, so every few months the school would add to they're uniform catalogue. Alex's parents a little extra so they're children would be sent the latest variations of clothes that they already had. They would be up to date with the other kids and avoid the bullies etc. Alex's sister in contrast, didn't seem to like wearing kilts so she stuck to the single fitted stretchy black pair of trousers, and when they had to be washed I didn't mind lending her my two pairs of trousers. My trousers weren't fitted like hers, but i think she preferred them. She was more than happy to lend me her two kilts. Eventually after clothes washes i'd find three kilts in my closet and no trousers. My parents even sewn my name into the kilts and my sisters name in to the trousers. Times were changing in Scotland and as the wave of national pride settled, it was mirrored in the latest update to the school uniform database. A large package came through the post, it seemed to contain both mine and my sisters latest uniform options. Also there was a pictured checklist for order alterations to be made by the consumer. My sister recieved again two kilts to my single kilt, they seemed to differ this time. Mine was less patterned, pleated, and was heavier, whilst hers were the opposite, aswell as the hem finishing a few inches above the knee. It didn't matter, she grabbed what she wanted and left me with the rest. I was left with all three kilts and no trousers. There was a pair of shoes also, they looked to be the same as my original loafers, but the tongue was much shorter and exposed the top my foot almost up to my toes. Aswell as a standard pair of black sockls I picked up another black pair, the material was alot thinner and stretchier. I took the seal off to discover that the socks were joined together like a pair of trousers. The weather was cold so these were definitely a marvelous idea! I tried on everything and decided I looked very smart. Although my boxers were bunching up underneath the "sock", i'd better wear y-fronts. There were pictures on our checklist, I cancelled all the uniform items I had previously recieved and selected more of these "trouser" socks, more exciting kilts like my sister had just recieved, briefs and more shoes like I had just recieved, then I handed the checklist to my sister to make her own alterations. Upon going to school, my and my sister had gotten used to the area and were fine getting the bus. I sat next to her on the bus, the sight of my closed thighs appearing from my kilt, in comparison to her trousered, slouched legs was familiar.

I was shocked, in the playground I was aware for the first time that I was the only boy wearing a kilt, how could nobody want to wear a kilt I thought, they're great! Not only that, it seemed that very little of the girls were also still wearing them. Perhaps 5% of them. Also it seemed that about most wore the same non-fitted trousers that my sister preferred.

My curtained hair had gotten longer and had past my chin, I really didn't like getting haircuts! Due to the cold I was frequently wearing a hat and hated the way it flattened my hair. So I made an effort to thinken my hair after I wash it by using my mum's thickening serum, then dry its from the roots to the tip using her circular brush/hairdryer combo. Some (alot) of hairspray would hold it in place. The overall effect made my hair almost completely circular, like a helmet, with end of the hair that curved under my jaw/chin. Some of the kids at school called me Mia Wallace for a while, how stupid, I didn't even have a fringe!

I was horrified when I began to get a few spots on my face, my mother bought me a tub of clearasel which helped but there was still aweful red marks left over for a few weeks. By chance at one point I was daydreaming over breakfast whilst my mother was getting ready for work, she sat at the other end of the kitchen table and applied a product which covered her olive spots. I couldn't believe my luck! I asked my mother if she could buy me one of those and she responded saying that boys don't usually wear consealer. I didn't mind and that was good enough for her. I wasn't long before I realized that the concealer wore or smudged off quite easily, also it was a bit lighter tone than the rest of my face. In the bathroom I rummaged through my mothers cosmetics and discovered a product called "foundation" which matches my skin tone and "loose powder" which locks all the cosmetics onto the face. The spots were finally gone, but curiosity up to that point got me to apply these products more and more over my face. I liked the result and had began to feel insecure if my face wasn't fully covered. I discovered my mother had a few darker a nd lighter shades of foundation and with a little experimentation found that I could not only conceal and improve the features of my face but also to an extent create my face! When I over compensated with concealor, I found it would run onto my lips, eyebrows and eyelashes... I looked a little freaky! A brown pencil would not only bring back my eyebrows, but define them. They wee a little bushy so I tweezed them until the were very thin, I could always draw them wider! There was a few lipsticks, but for now, although its about to run out, its easier to wear the one that matched my natural lip colour the most. A product called "mascara"  brought back the colour onto my eyelashes, but in contrast the base of the eyeslashes on my lids looks very pale, so I lightly outlined my eyes... hmmm the effect startled me, it was a little too drastic. I smudged and then shaded with more control until it looked good. I was amazed by the effect. I looked SOO smart!

I had finally found some friends at school and the five of us became inseparable. At break we practice dance routines from the latest music videos. Me and the girls are the only people who wore the kilts anymore and are referred to as the "Spice Girls". Once we were all hanging out after school at Susan's house and her older brother actually thought I was a girl! HAH! We all had a laught about it and I decided to play along. We all went to the park, the girls were in front whilst me and Susan's brother walked hand in hand, that made them giggle. It felt good holding his hand and that gave me an idea which the girls would love! But the plan didn't work out as i'd expected. I would point at something away from him and I would give him a peck on the cheek when he wasn't looking. But he looked reacted faster than I expected and my lips met his before I could "peck". We both werre shocked for an instant, before a warm feeling took over, my eyes glazed over and our heads turned at an angle so our mouths could play with eachother. The girls noticed and roared in approval! For the remaining evening we madeout continuously, it was no longer even funny, it just felt soo good. Another time when we were round her house,it was a Saturday morning. Susan was raving about the latest Sims game her brother had on his computer and that we could check it out if we were quiet in her brother's rooom. He was asleep, she said when he goes partying on Fridays he frequently is lost to the world until the evening. we went into his room, trying to make as little noise as possible and huddle around the computer. She was right, he was deep, deep asleep, even jolting his bed produced no reaction from him. And then we noticed a tent in the sheet around his crotch, we all giggled, Hillary said that she had never seen a penis in real life. Susan said why doesn't she take a look. Hillary pulled down the sheep as we all giggle, but then the giggling stopped in its tracks. We were all shocked. "Woooooooaahh" we all whispered in unison. "Its soo cool!", we all agreed. Up to this point I had only ever seen my own penis but this was over three times its size, I was mesmerized. We all gathered and sat around it to take a closer look. No one said a word, as we were all transfixed but it. We all gasped as Hillary rached out and touched it. She then lightened the mood, "Its like a big sausage!" Susan pulled out her phone and positioned to take a picture, "Why don't you pretent it is a sausage!", she said. We all giggle as we took turns holding it towards our mouth, pretending for the camera to be about to take a bite out of it. I decided to go a little further, plus this was alot of fun! I leaned for and gripped the bell of the penis inbetween my teeth. The girls gasped in shock as the flash went and then I went even further still. My teeth mockingly chomped and inch and then another inch down the penis and then I lowered my lips around the skin. I posed as if the sausage was delicious, to which the girls LOVED and took many pictures of me in this situation. Hillary asked "Does it taste of anything?". I manouvered it around my mouth trying to draw out the subtle taste of it, it was also leaking out a little fluid at the tip. I responed, taking it out of my mouth and raising my eyebrows it interest, "Its actually tastes pretty good, like salt!". We all felt that we had abused Susan's brother enough and returned to the computer. 

A couple of months later a new uniform package arrived. My sister got to it first and I watched as she pulled out a pair of shoes for helfself. They were big, bulky shoes. Perhaps quite suited for hiking, but still smart. She then pulled out three pairs of non-fitted trousers aswell as some thick wolly socks. She never seemed to wear kilts at all anymore. "The rest is yours Alex" she said. It wasn't very exciting for her, but for me it was a chance to express myself. I pulled out three indentical packages, I could see pleats so I knew they were my new kilts. They differed from the last pair in that these did not wrapover, they were box-pleated the whole way around. Next I pulled out a pair of shoes, the difference this time was that the heel lifted an inch and a half off the ground. The briefs I ordered weren't like the fuzzy picture I ordered from in the catalogue, upon closer inspection the pack of 5 all were trimmed with a cotton pattern and a bow at the front. The pair at the front was completely white, where the others varied. I liked the most the white pair with pink trimming and bow. I had recieved another pair of the "trouser socks" aswel as what looked like a brown pair. I decided to try these on straight away aswel the other items. The sock wasn't actually brown when stretched over my legs, they were translucent and evened out the colour of my legs, aswell as giving a shiny glossy effect to them. I thought the remvoal of the pull-over was a practical improvement to the kilt. The shoes felt strange, but the overall look made up for it. 

It felt as if my family were treating me a little different

My curtained hair, which everyone had seemed to call a "bob" had grown quickly and was half way down my back. I was really fond of it and still had the same routine, although I now straightened from the middle to the ends so they wouldn't curl when dying on a pillow or seat etc.

I noticed my legs were bgeinning to look a little dirty, I was starting to sprout some hairs on them. I was happy with the effect of shaving them until the har grew back rough. I then discovered in the bathroom at home a product with sticky strips that rip the hair off your body. I was much more smoother, especially when I moisturized my legs every few days aswell.

I had got a girlfriend, well I think. I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to do. Kissing wasn't exactly fun, like it was with Susan's brother. I assumed that it it something adults come to like. She was dissapointed for a while when she noticed I would wince when she was kissing me, and then we no longer kissed. We pretty much hung out at her house and sat at her computer and critisized the bodies and lifstyles of female celbrities. Once we found one of her old brother's porno magazines, it was the first time I'd ever seen anyone else genitalia and we sat for a while becomming more hysterical in our mocking of the women and how sorry we felt for the male participants. We had both come to agree that the vaginas were repulsive. One set had a lesbian couple, we both fell silent and shared a look of disgust. Why would a women ever want todo that to another women" I said. Upon reacting once more, she replied, "Hey don't get too hatefull, I've got a vag' too you know!" as she playfully pinned me down and pulled her trousers and underwear down to expose it inches away from my face. "Keep that thing away from me!" I laughed. She let me keep the magazine and at home I pulled out a poster from the centre of a full shot of a lumberjack with his sixpack exposed, with a horny girl knelt before him. I put it up in my bedroom, it was a great picture! I would go to sleep and the lumberjack would be present often in my deams, he was accompanied by a very strange, yet nice feeling. But this feeling was not present when the girl was also present. Eventually the presense of the girl girl just caused me anxiety. After a few weeks, the happy expression on the girls face started to irritate me so I drew a mock beard over her mouth. It made me feel a little better. Eventually her presence in my room became too irritating soo I folded her half of the poster behind the lumberjacks side. Although every once and a while a circulated gust of air would release the girl from her fold and flutter aginst the wall, that is until she crossed me on the wrong day... I clean ripped her out of the poster, screwed her up and threw her in the bin. By that time my "girlfriend" had lent me a few more nudy mags'. Out of sheer boredom I was looking through them, it was all nasty and uninteresting. One was pretty good, though there was hardly any women in it, also it was the only one where there wassolitary male models. A thoght occured to me and I rushed through the whole magazine... There are no women in it at all! I liked the look of the men, perhaps I will look that good when I grow up I thought. There was two posters in this magazine I pinned up on my wall next to a poster of The Terminater, one of a guy in his yfronts exposing his pubic hair and another one of ten greased muscular men poser for the camera in a sauna. I dreampt of these men that night. My girlfriend was tied at the other end of the room and we were both scared and calling for eachother. One each held down my weak, skinny naked body, my arms legs and long hair held away from me, whilst the others were blindfolded and sandwiched me between them, passionately primally caressing me with they're whole oiled bodies... Hands, abs, lips, penises... each trying to force they're way through the others to caress me and exploring more and more of my body... I couldn't bare it. Stomach and cock pushed past my face and mouth putting pressure between my lips, when I noticed that I was no longer being held. I instinctively jumped up off the floor and looked over at my girlfriend, her eyes lit up in hope that I could relase her and we could escape... Why was I stalling... I looked back and forth. Could I really be considering this? She started screaming out when she noticed my indecision. The men reached up from the floor stroking my lower body, I could no longer keep my eyes off them. She screamed out in terror and shock as I jumped back into the pit. In a frenzy, this time when the rock hard abs pushed past my face I licked, kissed and drank in its sweat. When cock brushed past, I gasped as I passionately smothered all over my face and around my mouth. There was no resistance at my lips, my mouth wholly took it in. I washed my mouth out with it and took it down my throat. The sobbing in the corner no longer bothered me and it was forgotten. We were all groaning as a beautiful stange feeling burst within me, I screamed and my body shuddered out of control! Content I settled into one of they arms and was carried away. I didn't even look back at my girlfriend.

A while later unfirom arrived again. The loafers this time had a heel around theree inches high and a metallic buckle adornment on the front. The kilt this time was also described as box-pleated, but there was no tartan print at all, It was plain black. Also there was an extra smart package designed for those who may need it for work experience in particular. I opened the packaging and unfolded the plane black kilt, it had no pleats at all. I had never seen a kilt like this! Another option was an accompanying pair of shoes, it didn't havea tongue so it wasn't a loafer, its heel was extremely thin and about 4 linches high. I tried everything on after I showed and prepared my face and hair. The kilt was tight and the hieght of the shoes meant I could only walk with little steps. I walked into the kicthen and was surprised to see my mum wearing an almost identical suit to work!

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