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The Boy Who Wasn't Seen And The Girl Who Couldn't Speak - Part 2 free porn video
Chapter 2: Boys don't wear skirts
Jack gave careful thought as to what he was about to do. If his plan
worked, he could be going home by the next afternoon.
If it didn't, everyone in his known universe would think he was gay and
his parents would most likely send him to psychotherapy.
Clearly, the odds were against dressing up. After all, boys don't wear
skirts. But..no..just....
Somewhere inside him, an insatiable curiosity built up. Just how would it
feel like to be a girl? Surely, he wouldn't have another opportunity like
this.
"I can't believe I'm going to do this..." said Jack to himself. "It's not
like I'm even going to be dressed for long anyway."
All he had to do was stay dressed long enough to grab a boys' uniform,
then change back and enact the rest of his plan.
He took off his pants, and removed the uniform from the closet, and found
that a bikini swimsuit was behind it.
"Wha? That can't be part of the camp uniform!" Jack said to himself.
Surely they would have one-pieces. A counselor must have left it.
However, this just might work to make his disguise a bit more realistic.
Quickly, he slipped off his boxers and put on the swimsuit bottom,
fitting snugly. It was just like the tighty-whitey underwear he wore as a
kid, except no hole in the front.
Then, he took off his wet shirt and nervously tried to put on the bikini
top. It fit tightly around his torso but loosely in the cup area, just
like he thought it would.
"I hope this won't be too itchy." Taking paper towels from the dispenser
he balled them up and nervously giggled as he put them in the empty cups.
'Better not make them too big,' thought Jack, remembering his goal of
trying to avoid attention.
He put the undershirt over the bikini top, giving the illusion of a young
girl's B cups.
As he was putting on the skirt, he noticed himself in the mirror and
blushed. If the face wasn't his own, the overall image seemed almost like
something he'd seen in a dream. Not a dream of any kind of beautiful
supermodel. He never had dreams like that, and he looked nothing like
that.
But a dream he once had of the girlfriend he never met. A bright, yet shy
young girl who would be there when he was sad and share his interests.
One who would get him into things he had never tried before and would
comfort in turn when she was sad. But that girl wasn't real. She was a
fantasy, an illusion that both gave him hope and made him hopeless at the
same time. He both loved her and hated her more than he could ever
realize.
At that moment, a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Damn it..." he cursed. "I'm such a girl."
His own joke cheered him up a little, and he put on the overshirt and
shoes, completing the disguise.
Gathering his composure, Jack opened the makeup kit, and realized he had
no idea how to use it.
"Errr...Wha?"
He saw all kind of odd tools. One he immediately recognized as lipstick,
but others like odd brushes and vials he hadn't the slightest clue how to
use.
'I guess it's best that I don't use it anyway,' thought Jack. A plain
girl would get much less attention.
Unconsciously, he put the kit back into a different open locker. His mind
was far too occupied with going outside dressed as a girl.
Slowly, he opened the door, and surveyed the area. The girls had
definitely gotten there before the boys, as they were playing a few games
in the ball courts and fields. Some were even swimming.
But it wasn't the time to look at the sights. It was time to get to the
boys' cabins. Jack saw that if he stayed near the cabins, which were all
but empty at this time of day, he would avoid contact with most of the
people. He could sneak over to the boys' side of camp quickly and get a
uniform.
As fast as he could, Jack darted to the next cabin and felt a rush in his
legs. As much as he felt it was weird to think, wearing a skirt felt
light and free. He felt a breeze on his legs that he never felt wearing
shorts or pants, and it was almost exhilarating as he reached the next
cabin and peered from behind it.
He was nearing the center of the camp, the large circular dirt field
which had the main camp office buildings. On the other side was the boys'
cabins.
The field was mostly empty, and a girl sneaking around the boys' cabins,
during touring no less, would be very suspicious even if he really was a
girl. He would have to be stealthier than solid snake to get around this
place, even if he felt more like raiden at the moment.
As inconspicuously as he possibly could, he went to the side of the main
building and slunk around behind it. The building seemed larger in the
back than in the front, and getting around was no small feat.
Quickly, he dashed from tree to tree, trying not to go too deep in the
woods. As he ran past the windows, he could see the feeble "computer
room" through a window. Just as he thought, it was about eight machines,
unsupervised, with most likely simple parental controls to keep the boys
from going on porn sites. A good sign for the future.
In time he made it around the middle of the building and now finally saw
the boys's cabins from the back. The tour groups were going around them,
probably showing the boys where their uniforms were and where they would
be sleeping.
"Okay, it's best to wait for a group to go past first, then get a
uniform...but if I do that, they'll know for sure one is missing..."
Jack was annoyed at his logic. But if he was going to do this cleanly, he
had to get to a cabin before the groups did.
Quietly, he watched as the boys were approaching a cabin. From earlier
estimates they spent over 10 minutes inside each one at least, so he
would have plenty of time to get a uniform.
He went to the back of the current cabin and it was so small that he
could hear the counselor's speech. At this moment, he became very aware
of the small sounds his footsteps made in the grass, and tried to get a
good balance of speed and silence to get two cabins ahead of the group.
"Heh, I'm getting some exercise after all."
Now was the key moment, he had to get around the side and in the door
without anyone seeing.
Forgetting about stealth, Jack ran in as fast as he could. The cabin was
small, but fairly well kept for the camp's old fashioned feel. Surely, he
could get a uniform and get out before..
"Excuse me Miss, what are you doing in here?"
Oh. Fuck.
Jack froze. He had never felt more panicked in his life, yet relieved
that the counselor called him "Miss" as he was about to open a dresser.
Jack stood up straight and faced him. He had tried a falsetto before to
sound funny, and it sounded nothing like a girl and everything like a boy
imitating a girl's voice. If he said a word, he was dead.
The counselor came into the cabin further and looked jack in the eye. To
him, he was looking at a very scared little girl, who seemed to have a
good enough shape for the boys to notice. He couldn't let her stay there.
"Can you speak, miss?"
Jack was suddenly struck with inspiration. This guy, like the camp,
seemed really old-fashioned and he knew exactly what to do.
Making the biggest, saddest puppy-dog eyes he could, Jack shook his head
sideways slowly.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry," said the counselor in shock, taking Jack's hand.
"Here, let me take you to the office."
Wait... the office? No! that wasn't what he should have done! He should
have let the poor little girl....get help from the office.
'I..have...to..think..further...ahead...' thought Jack strongly.
Jack was both relieved and saddened by what he saw as the counselor
dragged him to the main building. On one hand, nobody was laughing at him
as they saw him dragged by. Some of the boys said, "who is she?" but that
was it. However, even though he was glad his disguise worked, he was
slightly disappointed inside that no one had even said he looked a little
boyish. Slightly.
"Oh, by the way, my name is Jack. Jack Willis," said the counselor.
Jack almost opened his mouth to say, "That's my name too!", but quickly
closed it, remembering who he was.
"I'll get the boss to see where you're supposed to go. You'll be with
your friends soon."
Jack grimaced. He hated that word.
"Buuuut, he's usually pretty busy. If you like computers you can play on
one in the room over there while I get everything straightened out," said
counselor Jack, half jokingly.
Jack made a huge grin, and Counselor Jack, satisfied, watched the young
girl joyfully run off to play with the computers.
In reality, he could not have asked for a better opportunity. He had been
seen as a girl now, but as soon as they checked the database and couldn't
find a mute girl, he would be screwed.
Quickly, he went online and to the camp website. In almost no time he
found the camp roster and the blank spot on the boys' list where his
entry used to be.
To make this work he would have to find an absent entry on the girls'
list, and change it with new data.
'Oh god, please let there be a girl who couldn't make it!' thought Jack
as he searched frantically. As luck would have it, one girl in cabin 6
was marked as absent.
He would have to change her name and info, everything, so that girl's
parents wouldn't be called. But what would he choose?
Suddenly, for some reason, he thought of guilty gear and had to keep
himself from laughing as he entered the data.
Name: Bridget Alden
Birthdate: 3/5/91
Interests: computers, boating
Height: 5'4''
Etc. etc. etc.
Notes from parents: This girl is mute and quite shy. We feel it would be
best if she was left alone to do her own activities, as she seems
happiest that way, and given a notepad so she can communicate. Our jobs
are very discreet so we cannot leave contact information, but we will
miss our daughter terribly. ? Mr. & Mrs. Alden. PS: Please do not coddle
her. She gets nervous.
'Hehe... perfect,' thought Jack deviously.
Soon he would be alone and ready to have another shot at getting a
uniform.
It was at that moment that counselor Jack and Dr. Ballard walked in.
"Well Miss, I think you need to step into my office," said Dr. Ballard
sternly. Jack, or should it be called, Bridget, took his hand and
followed the two of them into the Dr.'s office, which just like the rest
of the camp, seemed old-fashioned and woodsy, except for the obviously
recent addition of a desktop computer.
"It seems, miss, that we need to know your name so we can look you up to
see what cabin you belong in, although you seem familiar, I don't quite
recall."
Just like in his speech earlier, Dr. Ballard seemed like an okay guy, one
Jack wouldn't mind having as a teacher if this was school.
Counselor Jack handed Bridget a notepad and a pen.
In the girliest handwriting he could muster, he wrote:
My name is Bridget Alden. I was in the cabin because I was lost when the
bus came in. I'm sorry if I did the wrong thing. Please forgive me.
Both men read the note and seemed embarrassed at the cute way the girl
seemed to sink her head and write.
In reality, this was exactly what Jack/Bridget wanted, and he was
sniggering inside.
"I see... Bridget.....Alden... there you go. I see you're in cabin 6.
Jack will show you to the cabin as well as your counselor. Try not to get
lost again, okay Ms. Alden? And if you are lost, just come get a
counselor."
Bridget nodded cutely. He would be out of here soon enough.
He hoped.
End Ch2.
TBC: Ch.3: Kind of what I expected but not really
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