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School Uniform Fantasy 2
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I like to imagine that I am 12 and stay the night over at a friend's house, and having school the next day I pack my school uniform as well as my gym kit. My friend's family is bad at timing and as I will turn up late, I will at least be already wearing my kit for gym as to hope to incur less wrath from the teacher. I get away with it. After my shower I begin to dig out my school uniform out of my bag, but something is not right. I grab all my articles and sneak into the disabled toilet to dress there. What was wrong was that instead of a pair of socks, there was one of my older sister's black opaque tights! How embarassing I thought! Well I guess no one will know if they are under my trousers. My mum thought they were a pair of socks when she was packing my uniform for me. I remembered, my sister also stayed at her friend's house the night before, and having packed her uniform as well, she must have ended up with my socks. I chuckled to myself! My laughing stopped dead in its tracks when I pulled out of the bag a pair of my sister's knickers. They were white and a pretty pink trim around the edges and a pink bow at the front. My embarassment was increased, but I knew I was alright as they would be hidden under my trousers. I shook my head thinking how my mother could have not been concentrating, watching one of those awful mid-day tv programs. I sighed and put on the knickers and took care to pull on the soft tights. I looked down at my legs... They weren't my legs, but curved, pretty, matt-bacl legs. I pulled out my white shirt, happy to quikly forget about what else I was wearing. Something was a little off about its fit, but I ignored it. I pulled out my trousers, but momentarily had a little trouble unravelling the folding with one hand. In pulling apart the folds with both hands, my stomach twisted in terror. It was my sister's black pleated skirt! Somehow my mother had given me and my sister eachother's school uniform! After minutes of nervously pacing back and forth in the toilet, the whole class had cleared and had long ago left for they're next lesson, but the coach knew of my delay and knocked on the door. I opened the door a peered through slightly, telling her I had a problem. I sheepishly opened the door fully, presenting the skirt before me. She shook her head and with a dissapointed tone explained to me, that unless I have anything else to wear within the school's own attire, I will be froced to wear the girls uniform until I can swap it with my sister. In shock I have nothing to do but to step in to the skirt and pull it up to my waist. Bending down to pull the shoes out of the bag I feel an unnerving warmth from the friction between the skirt and the tights. I hope it could be otherwise but I know what is coming, my sister's black chunky heeled loafers. She is the same size as me so I can't get out of this one either. Sliding the shoes on over the tights feels soft and sensual. I put on the femininely fitted blazer and and told to head to my next lesson for which I am now late. I don't have a chance at this time to find my sister, she must already be somewhere at her next lesson. I find myself outside and alone. Being proped up daintily on my toes from the heels, how it pronounces the elgeance of my legs, which themsevles dissapear into the pretty, exposing, dancing material around my thighs. I start to walk and found I can only minse along femininly with my hands held delicatley outward. Being on my toes makes me shake my hips with each step. I arrive outside the class and see throgh the window that the class hasn't settled yet. My usual place next to my girlfriends right in the back corner of the room has been reserved by them for me. I open the door carefully not to draw attention to myself, holding my bag covering my waist and thighes and quickly land my bum into the seat. The class goes silent and the lesson begins. My nerves are shredded and I am edgy, playing with anything I can get my hands on. My bag laying under the table, covers my shoes and calves from most viewpoints. I am surprised, even sitting with my stomach pressed harshly against the table to cover my skirted waist and thighes, that my friend hasn't noticed anything yet. She is wearing an identical uniform. My nerves raise ever further as member of the class are called to read text from a book at the front of the room. There is just five minutes left of the class when I am called to read
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Posted on : Feb 8, 2012
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Commented on Jun 27, 2012
Oh what I wouldnt do to be in his place right now.He almost made it through the entire class without being noticed but luck ran out and now the whole class will see and laugh at him and will never let it go.It was inevitable,either get called to read and show the whole class,,or when the bell rang and he was forced to show the entire school.Regardless he will be teased and humiliated,tormented and beat up for being dressed like a girl,but then there will be the boys who like it or just have plans for the little sissy but she will be taken somewhere private every chance there is and she will be forced till trained to get to her knees so she can suck all those guys cocks between class and during lunch.You bet that she wont be in the lunch room during lunch ,but will get fed just the same
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