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School Skit, by Carla Smith
When I was a young boy I marveled at all the clothes and fancy things my
older sister wore. She is four years older than me and she wanted a little
sister. So you guessed it....she would dress me up like a girl until I was
old enough to out run her. I did remember how the nylon panties and slips
made me feel kind a "different". It was all innocent fun!
I am going to skip ahead from the time I was six to when I was 14 and on
the High School Freshman Football team. Because we were freshmen we were
lower than dirt according to the traditions of the team. Instead of
hazing, the freshmen football team put on a "show" at the school for fund
raising. The upper class football players would assign different skits to
freshmen players. The skits were usually intended to be funny while
typically humiliating the freshmen. I was assigned to a group of six
players to do a can-can dance on stage. In previous years the skit was
played by huge linemen that wore the ugliest costumes with things like army
boots and mops for wigs. That was the traditional routine for this skit or
"punishment".
The six of us decided that instead of being made to look like ridiculous
fools kicking around on the stage to the joy of the upper classmen, instead
we would actually try to learn how to dance and make a go of it. Because
we had several weeks to prepare, we scheduled practices with a gal that
knew how to dance and we started trying to put together outfits. We
decided to wear full skirts, wigs, stuffed bras, petty coats with red gym
shorts and tennis shoes under it all.
I gave a list of the stuff that the instructor wanted us to have to my mom.
She was excited about the project and said she might have something that
would work. She would have to search through some of the boxes in storage
in the attic.
When I came home from school the next day, my mom had laid out on my bed an
outfit that looked right out of the fifties. The skirt was mainly red with
lace trim. Beside the dress lay a long auburn wig and a white chiffon
petty coat. What caught my eye was three pair of lacy panties. There was
white, pink and red all with matching lace. There was a white lace bra and
a garter belt to match. Across my pillow were two pair of old fashioned
garter stockings one pair dark and the other lighter. In an open box on
the floor was a shoe box with a pair of black high heels.
I guess I forgot to tell my mom that we were going to wear red gym shorts
instead of the lingerie.....she had gone to the nth degree on the project!
I wondered if she would be disappointed!
There was a note, "Hi sweetie, please do not mess with the costume until I
get home."
When she got home I was going to tell her that I did not need all of the
lingerie, but she was so excited about it that I could not tell her. She
had me put on the dress to see if it needed to be altered, it fit like a
glove. The skirt was loose in the chest area but she said with the bra
filled it would take care of the looseness. I thought it was short being
at about my knees, but she said that was just right for the petty coat.
"You don't want it longer or you will not be able to dance in it", she
exclaimed. She was really into this and I had no chance to tell her about
what the team was wearing under the dresses.
She held out the petty coat for me to step into to see if it was the right
length....it was perfect. Next was the wig with curls of hair down to the
middle of my back. I was afraid that she was going to make me put on the
panties and such but instead she was sure that every thing would fit fine.
She was concerned that I would not know how to put on the stockings and
attach the garters. She told me to select the color of panties I wanted
but to put on the garter first as it would look better under the lacy
frills of the panties rather than over, plus if I had to go to the rest
room I would not have to take it off. She explained to me how to gather
the stocking up with just the toe sticking out and then put your foot in
and let the nylon slide up your leg as you pull them up. Then take the
garter hook and fasten the top of the stocking to the garter.
She said, "Now let's see how you look with make up on."
"No, mom we don't have to do this until the rehearsal practice in a week."
She was really disappointed and I held firm, but thanked her for all of her
help.
"No", she said, "I want to have more time than a week to make changes."
"Ok then lets get it over with."
She said to take off the petty coat and dress and she will do the make up
in her room. She put on a light foundation on my face because I had a good
completion and did not need hardly any makeup. Next she put eye makeup,
including eyeliner, mascara, eyebrows darkened and finally lipstick. When
she was satisfied she said, "Go back in your room and get dressed the way I
showed you."
I went back to my room wondering when I could tell her that I did not need
the lingerie. Not wanting to upset her I pulled my jockey shorts off and
it hit me all of a sudden that I was about to dress in everything that a
woman would wear. It was exciting me; my breathing was getting faster as
my heart raced. I nervously picked out the red lace fancy panties and
stepped into them and started pulling them up, then I remembered that I was
to put on the garter first.
I sat on the edge of the bed and took them off. The garter did not have a
clasp, so I had to step into it and pull it up to my waist with the garter
straps dangling down the front and back of the top of my legs. The dark
stocking slid up my legs as my mom had told me and went up to the top of my
long legs where there was a lacy band around the top where they the
stocking fastens to the garter hook.
I had hardly any hair on my legs so they actually looked good. The feeling
of the nylon sliding up my legs was indescribable. With both stockings on
and attached I again stepped into the red lace panties but this time I
brought them up and seated the nylon gusset of the panties with my
equipment pushed back it made the front of the panty look smooth as if on a
girl. Rows of red lace starting at the leg openings and circling around
the bottom half of the panty gave them and me the ultimate feminine look. I
had to control myself for obvious reasons. I put the bra on backwards and
hooked the snaps and turned it around so the cups were in the right
position for my "breasts" which were to be my mom's old pantyhose. Stuffed
with the hose they actually looked good.
The final obstacle was to put on the dress and get mom to zip it up. When
I called for her, she came in and smiled her approval; she zipped up the
dress and held out the petty coat for me to step into. I did not expect
that she was going to pull up my dress exposing my panties and garter but
she had to get the petty coat in place at the top of my waist. While she
was working at positioning it just right to fit the dress, I caught a
glimpse of my panties and stockings in the mirror. It looked as if she
were helping a girl with her petty coats!
"Now, stand still and I will fluff out the skirts so that they are even
around you."
"Good"! turn around and I will put your wig on and we will get a look at
you."
With that she put the wig on me. Standing behind me, she straightened out
the long curls across my shoulders and down my back.
I turned around and faced into the mirror and looked at a pretty young
woman I was startled when I realized that it was indeed me. There was no
way anyone could have thought anything other than here is a beautiful young
lady standing here! My mother was looking at her creation and was smiling
a wry smile like she had finally had her younger daughter. We both laughed
at the same time. From that moment, I wanted to be that young woman. All
I could do was stand there in front of my mother and pose in the mirror
while we both laughed.
"Now let's see how the dress moves on you when you walk," she said.
She gave me the black 3 inch heels that she thought would fit me. The
heels had a strap that went around the ankle. When I had them on, I stood
up and found that it was like walking on my tip toes. It made my rear
wiggle like a woman's and also made the dress, petticoats, stockings, and
panty all move in a symphony together, the sensation was indescribably
wonderful! I felt light headed for a minute and my mom asked me if I was
alright.
I said, "I'm okay but with the makeup, wig and clothes and all it took my
breath away all of a sudden-"
"Really?" she said, "do you like your costume; do you like what you see in
the mirror?"
"The costume is great, but no way do I like what I see in the mirror. No-
Way!!" I replied.
I was lying, and I know she could tell as all she did was smile at me as
she put ribbons in my hair, tying pink bows on the front side of my head to
keep the hair out of my face.
That was the first time I realized that I could wear woman's clothes and
look good, and it felt good....very good!
When she had everything to suit her fancy, she wanted me to walk in the
heels and get used to them. I put up a little fuss about not wanting to
but I could not resist. She gave me my first lesson on walking like a lady
in heels, using my arms while I walk with my head held high and my
shoulders back which allowed my feminine form to be enhanced even further.
Sitting with a dress with a petty coat is not an easy task, so we went
through the proper way to sit and straighten the skirts as I was sitting.
We both laughed and had a great time.
She wanted to get a picture of me because she was afraid that the night of
the play we would not have time. She did not have film, so she decided
that it would be good practice for me to go with her in the car to the
super market for some film.
"I can't go like this"! I shrieked.
"Come on, it will be good practice and nobody will care or recognize you
anyway."
"Okay, I'll come along, but I don't want to wear the petty coat as it is
too cumbersome."
"Fine then, take it off, the dress will not be as full but it will be
alright. Oh! wait a minute, I have a lighter two tier slip that will work
perfect and it will not be so hard to handle, I'll go get it."
She came back with a white half slip with white lace on the bottom hem.
"Put this one on and take the camera, and my purse with the car keys for me
while I write a note to your father telling him where we have gone, please
unlock the car, I will be right out."
I delicately took the full petty coat off and stepped into the smaller
white lace slip, again the sensation was overwhelming. I quickly
positioned it as my mother had the full petty so that the lacy hem did not
show under the skirt. I got the camera and purse and headed out the door
to the car.
Even without the full petty coat the dress was still beautiful in a vintage
way, and the heels and stockings and the frilly lace panties and the long
hair in curls and ribbons played with my imagination as I walked to the car
parked on the street. I was nervous that one of the neighbors or worse yet
one of my friends would see me having a great time dressed as a woman. The
stockings pulled at the garter belt as I tried to walk with the ball of my
foot hitting the sidewalk first, and then followed by the clicking sound
that heels make touching down lightly on cement. This made my bottom swing
which caused the skirt to move around my nylon covered legs.
What my mother had not warned me about was that a little breeze can pick up
the hem of a full circle skirted dress and lift it up in less than a heart
beat. I had no more than reached the car door when two older men probably
in their sixties came around the corner and immediately sat their gaze upon
me. The wind had picked up my skirt! There I was standing on the street
with my skirt billowing up about waist high. I had the car keys and purse
in one hand and the camera in the other. All I could do was stand there
and open the car door as quickly as possible, horrified about what the
older men would think or say.
They were admiring a grand view of all of the prettiest things a woman
reserves for only her most intimate of friends. It gave me a tiny insight
into what it is to guard those things that are held so dear to all of the
female gender. I could not get the keys into the lock to open the door
which would allow my escape.
One of the men said, "Damn! Leroy, you see what she is wearing under her
dress," leaning toward the other man as they slowly walked by.
"Yes I can see that she has on stockings and the laciest red panties I have
seen in 40 years! It reminds me of better days, Charlie," he whispered.
They had all but stopped by the side of the car as I bent over to get the
key into the lock and hold the purse and camera. I realized that I should
have bent at the knees instead of at the waist as it gave the men an even
better view of me and my lingerie. Then, as only an elderly gentleman would
do, he asked me, "Let me help you young lady," as he took the keys out of
my hand and proceeded to unlock the door for me.
As he handed the keys back to me, I said "Thanks I needed an extra hand."
He replied, "Yes, I could see that and other things."
I actually blushed, laughed and said, "Yes I know...I am sorry!"
"Don't be sorry, pretty one, when I was a young man all of the pretty young
girls like you would wear the loveliest things."
"When a young man was fortunate enough to get a glimpse of the lacy
feminine treasures hidden under her skirts....why...he was thrilled for
days. Those days are long gone, but you have given me a reminder of my
youth and for that do not be sorry."
My mother was just coming out of the house when she saw me talking to the
two men. She thought that they were harassing me and was about to tell them
to get lost, but before she could say anything Leroy smiled at her and
said, "Just helping your lovely young daughter with her car keys as she was
one hand short for keeping the wind out of her skirts."
My mother looked at my blushing face and realized what had happened, and we
both started laughing. Leroy and Charlie were both looking at my mother and
I, and Charlie laughingly said, "You have a beautiful daughter, and I can
see where she gets her beauty."
We both laughed and the two moved on up the street. When the men got up
the street my mother laughed, "Well you have to learn the hard way about
some of the things we women have to deal with."
"Thanks mom"! I chuckled.
She said, "Those two will be thinking of your pretty panties and nylons for
days."
I thought for a moment then I asked, "Is that a bad thing?"
She looked at me as a mother could only look at her daughter, and said, "No
it is not a bad thing pretty one, it is okay for men to get a hint of what
is forbidden, if it is accidental, but we do not show our panties to just
anyone at anytime otherwise we would loose our feminine mystic." She was
smiling at me and for a moment we were truly mother and daughter....we both
broke the silence with laughter.
The can-can routine was a big success, we looked great and danced expertly,
arm in arm kicking our legs high in the air. The crowd was really
surprised because they expected us to come out and goof-off. But we did a
great job.
In case you are wondering I did not wear fancy panties and stockings or the
heels my mom had picked out for me. I had to make due with gym shorts and
gym shoes, but my secret was that I wished I could have danced with the
pretty panties and stockings showing briefly to the audience the hidden
treasures of femininity of days long past.
All of the can-can stuff went into a box and was put in the attic. The
attic door was at the end of my bedroom. I often wonder if my mother put
the outfit including the dress, and lingerie as well as the heels and wig
all together in a separate packing box especially to be enjoyed by me.
I played football and was an all conference defensive back selected to the
all state team my senior year. No one will ever know the beautiful girl I
was as a youth except my mother two elderly men and me.
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