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PINK RIBBONS
A story by Satinmaid under direction from Mistress Lisa.
Like 'My First School Skirt' this story is loosely based on
things Mistress Lisa did when she was young.
One day, when he was eleven, Alan was taken round to
his mother's friend's house. His mother often went there
but Alan did not usually go with her. However, as it was
school holidays and there was no-one to look after him at
home and his mother refused to leave him by himself, he
accompanied her. When they arrived the two women
immediately began to natter and Alan was dispatched
upstairs to play with the woman's two daughters, Emma who
was in the year above Alan at school and Jane who was in
the year below.
The girls were playing a sort of dressing up game,
pretending to be a criminal gang. Emma was the leader
of the gang and various dolls were the other members.
Jane was the various shop keepers, police and bank
staff who ran across the gang. The lower bunk of the
girls' beds doubled as a prison cell whenever members
of the gang got captured and needed rescuing.
Alan was quickly drafted to be one of the gang as Emma's
sidekick. It wasn't as much fun as a game of war or
cowboys and Indians but it was much better than a doll's
tea-party or something. A couple of robberies into the
game, Emma decided that her gang needed better disguises to
rob a bank for their next job. She dug around in the
dressing up chest and threw Alan a tartan skirt and frilly
blouse.
"You can be disguised as a Scottish person to get into the
bank. When they let you in you have to rob all the
money then come back to the hideout to get changed."
"I'm not wearing a skirt!" protested Alan.
"It's not a skirt, stupid - it's a kilt."
"It's a skirt, I'm not wearing girl's clothes."
"I'm gang leader and you have to do what I say. It's
a kilt and you have to wear it as your disguise. Scottish
men wear kilts all the time, don't you even know that?"
"Of course I know that!"
"Then it doesn't matter if you wear one then does
it?"
"But it's a skirt, not a kilt!"
"No, it's a kilt, not a skirt and you have to wear it
because I'm in charge. Now put it on or you can't be in my
gang."
Sheepishly Alan took the skirt, trying to tell himself that
the short pleated garment was a kilt instead of a skirt. It
was obviously not a kilt. At least it obviously wasn't a
man's kilt. First Emma made him remove his T-shirt and put
on the frilly blouse. He protested at this but got argued
into wearing it as frilly shirts went with kilts. Alan was
still trying to convince himself he was wearing boy's
clothes as Emma fastened the buttons up the back of the
blouse and wrapped the skirt round his waist. Alan tried
again to argue but Emma insisted he take his trousers off
instead of just rolling the legs of them up under the
skirt. It took about another ten minutes of arguing before
she managed to convince Alan that Scottish men wore nothing
under their kilts and thathe should remove his underpants.
Soon Alan was pretending to rob a bank (the spare bedroom)
in his frilly blouse and short, pleated skirt. It was lucky
he didn't look in a mirror as he would have been horrified
by how girlish he looked in the short skirt, frilly blouse
and with his shoulder length, curly blonde hair. Jane
decided that he had been spotted and the alarm was sounded
and Alan had to make a getaway back to the gang hideout
(the girls' bedroom) with the police chasing him. When he
got there Emma said that he'd been followed and that they
had to get rid of all the evidence. Unfortunately for Alan,
part of Emma's frantic attempt to hide the evidence while
policewoman Jane was trying to open the door was throwing
his boy clothes out of the window into the garden.
Emma managed to hide and Alan was 'arrested' by
policewoman Jane and taken into custody still wearing the
frilly blouse and tartan skirt. Jane had insisted on
handcuffing him by tying his wrists behind his back with
one of her hair ribbons.
While Emma and the rest of the gang were making a plan to
rescue Alan from the police, Jane was questioning her
subject.
"So, you thought you could get away with this robbery
by pretending to be a girl eh?"
"I'm not, I'm pretending to be Scottish."
"Well your disguise didn't work, me and Sergeant Teddy Bear
caught you red handed, trying to hide the money under your
skirt."
"It's a kilt, not a skirt!"
"Admit it, you tried to rob the bank, didn't you?"
"No," said Alan, going along with the game. "Itwasn't me, I
was just trying to put some money into the bank."
"Hah! Thought you could get away with that excuse eh?We
have your fingerprints everywhere. You get ten years in
prison for being naughty. Take him away Sergeant Teddy
Bear."
Alan was led over to the bunk bed and shoved onto the
bottom bunk. Frantically he tried, with his wrists still
tied behind him, to tug the skirt down to cover himself as
he fell back on the bed. Jane picked something up from on
the floor.
"Don't try to escape from my prison or I'll make you eat
this spider." She held it out towards him and Alan, who
was petrified of spiders, gave a high-pitched scream,
struggled off the bed and ran to the other side of the
room. Giggling, Jane ran towards him with it. Alan screamed
and ran again but the bedroom door was closed and his hands
were tied so he was trapped in the room. Emma and Jane were
both in fits of laughter at his antics. Jane let the spider
go out of the window and turned back to hear Emma laughing,
"You screamed like a little girl!"
"Did not!" shouted Alan, angry at reacting that way in
front of two girls and suddenly even more embarrassed at
what he was wearing.
"Yes you did," jeered Emma, "You screamed like a little
girl. A little girl with pink ribbons in her hair."
"No I didn't," said Alan, nearly crying with embarrassment.
"Only little girls with pink ribbons in their hair and
frilly dresses scream like that at spiders."
Fortunately, the two girls let up on him quite quickly and
they went back to the game. Alan's wrists were untied from
behind his back and tied to the post of the bunk bed as he
was 'in prison'. Jane was pretending to do paperwork and
chatting to Sergeant Teddy Bear about catching the rest of
the gang. Emma had changed into one of her mum's old
pinafores to pretend to be a cleaning lady to get into the
prison and rescue her gang member. She had a bag with her
and pretended to do a bit of cleaning until policewoman
Jane's suspicions were quelled.
"I've come to rescue you," she whispered to her pretend
gang member.
"Untie me, quick," said Alan wanting his wrists freed as he
felt vulnerable in the skirt with nothing on underneath it.
At least with his hands free he would be able to hold the
hem down as he sat on the bed.
"Not yet, in case the policewoman comes in and sees us. We
have to disguise you so you can escape." With typical
childish make-believe game logic, Emma explained how the
only way for him to escape was to disguise himself as a
princess, then the policewoman would have to let him go if
he was not the criminal.
Alan refused to be disguised as a princess but there really
wasn't much he could do with his wrists tied to stop Emma
producing a pink pair of panties from the bag and tugging
them up his legs. He couldn't stop her putting her hands up
his short skirt and pulling the panties into place round
his hips. Next she took grabbed his curly blonde hair and
tied it into two bunches, each secured in a big, fussy bow
with a pink satin ribbon.
"I told you only little girls with their hair in pink
ribbons scream like that at spiders." She put pink frosted
lipstick on his lips and removed the short skirt he was
wearing, leaving him standing there in pink panties and a
frilly white blouse. She pulled a pink satin dress from the
bag. It was one she had worn the previous year when she had
been a bridesmaid. The dress was candy pink with frothy
lace round the sweetheart neckline, the hem and the cuffs
of the long sleeves. The sleeves were puffed out prettily
at the shoulder and literally dozens of soft floaty
petticoats were built into the full circle skirt of the
dress.
Emma unzipped the back of the dress, arranged the skirt and
held it out for Alan to step into. "Quick, into your
disguise, before the policewoman comes in and catches us."
"I'm not wearing that! Are you mad? I'm a boy, I won't
dress like a princess. Never!"
"You have to or you'll be stuck here in prison."
"I don't want to play this stupid game any more, I'm not
wearing that dress. Untie me and get my clothes back from
the garden."
"No. You can untie yourself and get your own clothes
from the garden."
"But our mums will see me if I go downstairs. I can't go
like this or in the kilt," whined Alan.
"It's not a kilt, it's a skirt," said Emma, "it's one of my
mum's old skirts. You've already been wearing a skirt, you
might as well put this dress on if you want me to get your
clothes back for you."
"But..."
"Or we could bring the spider back in if you don't wear
it."
"No! please don't, please don't make me wear it."
Emma held the skirt of the dress out for him to slip his
legs into. Burning red, Alan obeyed and she pulled the
dress up round his hips. She untied his wrists from the bed
and removed the blouse he was wearing so she could pull the
bodice of the dress up. She zipped him into it and
immediately he tried to undo it but could not reach the
zip. He couldn't even undo the button at the top of the
zip.
Presently, Alan had to pretend to be a princess who had
been mistaken for a criminal so he would be let out of
prison. Policewoman Jane finally agreed after 'Princess
Alison' had curtseyed and promised that she was a real
princess and not a criminal in disguise and had agreed to
have dinner with the policewoman and her toys. Alan spent
the next half hour sitting prettily on the floor of the
room, pretending to be a princess with his full skirt and
petticoats spread out around him. He saw his reflection in
the mirror.
His mother had kept his hair long as a younger child as it
drew so many admiring comments. Alan had hated it because
many people thought he was a young girl, now he was getting
older, some of the girls he was becoming interested in
seemed to like it so he had kept it longish. He was amazed
to see how girlish his hair looked when it was tied into
two bunches with the pink ribbons. He was also amazed to
discover that he quite liked how it looked in a strange
way. Alan was torn between the wonderful feeling of the
soft satin dress on his skin and the hatred of being forced
to wear girl's clothes.
Jane brought another one of her toys out to meet the
princess and she puppeteered the toy's conversation.
"Hello, Princess, what's your name, I'm Barbie."
"My name's Alan. No wait, I'm Princess Alison," he
stammered, blushing the same colour as the dress and the
ribbons in his hair.
"Alan? I thought you were a princess?"
"I am, I'm Princess Alison," Alan could hardly believe he
was going along with this.
"I think you're the criminal, pretending to be a princess
to escape from prison."
"No, I am a real princess, my name is Alison."
"Are you sure you're a real princess? Are you really a
girl?"
"Yes, I'm a girl called Alison," gulped Alan, blushing
again and wanting the ground to swallow him up.
"Do you have to wear bras yet Alison? What boys do you
like?"
"But.....erm......" Alan could not bring himself to even
pretend an answer.
"Aha! You are the criminal! You're just wearing a dress to
escape prison. Quick Sergeant Teddy Bear, lock him up
again."
Alan found himself quickly tied to the bed again, this time
in the pink dress with ribbons in his hair.
"And for being so naughty, I sentence you to be tickled!"
laughed Jane as she descended on the helpless, satin-clad
Alan and began to tickle him mercilessly. Emma laughed and
joined in, ignoring Alan's protests, begging and girlish
squeals.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The girls stopped
tickling him and Alan squirmed about on the bed, still
tied, skirts in disarray and desperately trying not to be
seen if someone else should enter the room.
"Finish your game up now girls, Alan's mum will be taking
him home soon."
"Okay mum!" yelled Emma, "We'll be finished soon."
"You've got until we finish our cups of tea." They heard
the girls' mother walk away down stairs.
Jane ran downstairs to fetch Alan's clothes while Emma
untied him and began to undo the dress. Jane reappeared and
threw Alan's clothes onto the bed. He picked up his
underpants and saw a spider from the garden crawling about
on them. He screamed again and threw them back out of the
window. Jane and Emma laughed and refused to fetch them for
him this time so he was forced to keep the pink panties on
while he removed the dress and put his jeans and T-shirt
on. He was going downstairs to get his underpants from the
garden when he realised he still had the two pink ribbons
in his hair. Quickly he pulled them out and put them back
in the girls' room.
He reached the bottom of the stairs as his mother was
coming from the kitchen. She had her coat on and was ready
to go. "Come on then Alan," she said, heading for the front
door.
"Wait a minute mum," he said, heading for the back door.
She grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"No more time for playing, let's go, now. You can always
come back round another day and finish your little game
off."
"But mum!"
"No. Come on, it's dinner time. You'll see the girls again
in a couple of days. Say goodbye and get in the car."
Alan said goodbye to Emma and Jane and left the house with
his mum.
As they sat in the car driving home, his mum gave him a
strange look. "Where you playing some sort of dressing up
game?"
Alan blushed, the memory of the dress and how his hair
looked in pink ribbons fresh in his mind and the feel of
the pink panties on his body embarrassing him as he sat
there. "Yes, we did."
"I thought so," replied his mother, "and I'd suggest you
wash your face when we get home, you seem to be wearing
lipstick."
THE END.
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