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Michael waited till he heard the car pull out of the drive.
He jumped out of bed and peered out of the second story window to his
cousin Sarah and he mother (Aunt Julie) drive off down the road.
He smiled to himself and a warm tingle of anticipation settled upon him.
Michael left his room, where he had been staying for the last 4 days
while his parents were overseas on holiday. Michael was twelve while his
cousin Sarah was eleven. Michael was an only child so he enjoyed having
Sarah for company; while his aunt, who was a very warm and generous
person, treated Michael like a son. But these were not the only reasons
he enjoyed staying with his aunt and cousin. Michael had a secret, and
staying with his aunt and cousin enabled him, if lucky to escape into
this secret. Today was one of those occasions.
Telling his aunt that he was not feeling well and wanted to rest meant he
had the house to himself while Sarah and her went shopping.
Michael ran down the corridor and entered Sarah's room. It looked much
like any eleven-year old girl's room. The air had a hint of feminine
scent, the walls were a hue of quiet pastel pink, the vanity was a mix of
trinkets, photos of friends, family and pet stuck to the mirror, hair
accessories, brushes and combs, and makeup suitable for a girl of Sarah's
age. The single bed was covered with a matching pink comforter and an
array of stuffed toys clustered around the pillow. Michael loved this
room. It was everything he was not, yet at times wanted to be.
He was not here however to admire the d?cor. He walked to the cupboard,
opened the doors and was immediately presented with an array of girl's
clothes. He selected Sarah's' school uniform - a just above the knee
length pleated skirt of red, white and navy check, and a white shirt.
He opened the panties draw and selected a pair of white school panties,
matching bra and a pair of knee length white socks.
He placed all these items carefully on the bed and quickly took off his
pajamas.
He picked up the panties; placing his left the right foot through the leg
opening and gently slid the panties up his legs till they rested on his
hips. Another tingle. His boyhood responded s the softness of the panties
reacted with his excitement. Oh they felt good!!!
Next he picked up the bra, stopping briefly to feel the soft padding
around the base of the cups. As Sarah was only eleven the bra was padded
to create he illusion of emerging womanhood. He reinforced the padding
with some tissues (pink of course) from Sarah's vanity.
Next he sat on the bed and rolled up the socks till they reached about
two inches below his knees; the elastic ribbon at the top of the socks
holding them in place.
He looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the outside of the
cupboard. He smiled at the budding female reflection and blew himself a
kiss.
Now for the uniform. He unbuttoned the shirt and slid his arms into the
sleeves. He fastened the buttons and went in search of one of sarah's
school ties. He found one draped neatly over the vanity mirror. He
secured this around his collar and checked for length in the mirror.
'Very nice,' he thought as his breasts pushed gently against the fabric
of the shirt.
He picked up the skirt and unzipped it at the side, stepped in pulled it
up and re-zipped it. He then adjusted the skirt until it sat square on
his hips. Another glance in the mirror to check. He sighed as his boy
hood pushed hopefully against the panties. It felt good - but not yet,
and her turned to the task at hand.
Once more into the cupboard. He selected a pair of black school shoes and
put them on. Tieing them up with the neatests and girliest bow he could.
He then walked to the vanity and sat looking at the mirror. Now for the
final girly touches - and his favorite part. David picked up the brush
and began brushing his hair this way and that. The thick brown hair
reached to his shoulders and the effect of the brushing was to restore
some body and add luster. He then took a comb and parted it in the
middle. He used the brush to help gather his hair into two bunches about
half way between the top of his ears and the crown. This formed 2
pigtails, which he secured with two blue elastics from Sarah' vanity. He
brushed each pigtail producing a slight curl at the ends. He gently shook
his head - the pigtails tickled his ears.
Now for some ribbons. He opened the vanity and draw and pulled out two
matching blue ribbons. He carefully tied these into a bow on either side
of the head and brushed the hair at the front into a fringe. The effect
was immediate. He looked like a very pretty 11/12 year old school girl.
He tingled all over. His penis strained to escape it's pantie prison -
threatening to break free. He would have to do something about that but
just not yet. He smiled and the school girl smiled back. She was very
cute, with brown eyes and long dark eye lashes, pink/red lips and a very
innocent yet becoming smile. He watched while she used hair slides to
control the naughty stray hairs above her ears and near the nape of her
slnder neck. She then and adjusted her ribbons until they sat perfectly
on her head.
'After all a girl has to look good for school,' he thought, 'and she is
such a pretty girl. I would so love to kiss her.'
One final check in the mirror and he was ready.
He left the vanity and went to the full length mirror.
"Oh you are a pretty lttle school girl," he said to himself as he drank
in the reflection before him.
"You look so pretty in your school uniform," he continued.
He did a quick twirl and the skirt flared out revealing his white
panties. His boyhood strained but for the moment it would have to be
happy caged within the soft cotton panties. He turned and wiggled his
bottom at the mirror. He was tingling from head to toe. He faced the
mirror and shook his head from side to side, delighted at the way his
pigtails responded to the movement. He delicately brushed his fringe from
his eyes and gently bit his bottom lip. He made cute little wide eyed
glances at himself. The school girl in the mirror smile coyly back at
him, her grin becoming a full smile. He wiggled his hips. The skirt
brushed his legs sending another tingle through his body.
"Oh how I wish I was a girl!!" he said to no one in particular, and a
touch of sadness filled his eyes. "Sarah is so lucky; all her pretty
clothes; her pretty room?..it is not fair!"
He slumped back on the bed. He could feel the skirt caressing his legs,
the tightness of the bar at his chest. His boyhood ached fro release!!!!
As he reached under the skirt and into his panties, he became lost in his
thoughts of budding femininity. He imagined himself in party dresses, at
sleepovers giggling and gossiping with girl friends; sharing flirtatious
glances with boys at school; hair in ponytails and plats; getting dressed
up for special occasions; putting on nighties and snuggling into bed and
on and on his thoughts raced until......
He laid quietly on the bed. The tingle remained but somewhat dulled by
the release. He sat up and looked agin in the mirror. The girl smiled at
him then waved. He smile back and so doid she. She carefully cleaned
herself not wanting to soil the skirt or panties or leave traces of her
adventure for her aunt or cousin to discover. When he was finished he
straightened his skirt and checked his hair. He srill looked pretty.
"Ok, what next?" he said out loud. "May be one of Sarah's party dresses,
or her pink tutu, or cute little tennis outfit..... so many to choose
from and so little time."
He opened the cupboard. He realized he may only have 30 minutes left
until his aunt and cousin returned home. Was there time for one more
outfit? He needed more time. He did not want to leave his 'girl ' behind
but to get caught. He was not ready for that. Not yet. If only he had
someone to share his secret with. His Aunt? His cousin? His parents? What
would they think of their pretty sissy son? He was scared. He could not
face the embarrassment, disappointment or uncertainty. So he changed
back. He returned the school girl to his cousin' closet and reentered his
boyhood.
That night he laid in bed. He felt lost and alone - again. He was
confused. He relived his morning's adventure. It felt so right, so what
was wrong with him? Why did he feel this way? The tingle returned. He
sighed. Warm memories filled his head. He reached for comfort and to
loose himself again, so briefly, is his other world. It would have to do.
Until another stolen moment.
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