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You'd think a pair of girl's tights couldn't get a boy into too much
trouble, but James was having a bad sort of day. He'd woken late and
Mother was screaming about the school bus down at the end of the street.
Another breakfast missed as James grabbed his book bag and headed out the
door. James' stop was one of the last before the bus arrived at the
school so it was pretty full when he got on. This meant that he'd have to
walk toward the back of the bus, past all the good seats. Only the
trouble makers and school outcasts sat at the back of the bus. James was
hoping that one of the better looking girls would maybe move over and let
him sit with her, but no such luck usually happened until today.
Tammy sat in a seat by herself, reading some book or another, as she
always had her nose in a book. She didn't even look up from the book but
graciously moved over as James looked down at the open seat, hoping that
he didn't have to continue farther toward the rear of the bus.
He thanked her quietly as he sat down next to Tammy. She just kind of
grunted and continued on her with book. James just sat quietly looking at
the pages of Tammy's book, wondering what she was reading when he noticed
that he really wasn't noticing the book so much as the ribbed pattern of
the tights Tammy was wearing. It was a little chilly outside and he
hadn't thought about how cold it must be for a girl's legs if she weren't
wearing jeans, sweats, or something to keep her legs from getting
chilled.
James didn't notice anything until someone threw a piece of crumpled
paper at him to get his attention. "Earth to James, come in please!"
Someone was talking to him from near the back of the bus. Tammy pulled
her skirt down a little and moved her book to hide her legs a little and
that brought James into the conscious world. "What are you looking at?"
she asked him in a kind of rude, surprised tone. She wasn't used to boys
looking at her legs, especially staring at them like James was doing. He
turned his head and greeted one of his friends at the back of the bus.
Tammy asked again, "Why were you staring at my legs?"
"I'm sorry, Tammy. I was thinking about something, and I wasn't paying
attention."
At that time, Jason, one of the boys at the back of the bus yelled that
"James is a crotch watcher!" Whatever that meant, I wasn't too sure but
everyone else on the bus picked up on it and it kept saying it over and
over again. Poor Tammy was embarrassed, and I felt terrible for
embarrassing her like that.
When we got off the bus, the taunting continued and Miss Taylor, one of
elementary teachers, heard what they were saying. She immediately told
them to hush, but I knew that Miss Taylor would tell my teacher what they
were saying. I felt like whatever I did wrong must have been bad so I had
to think of some reason for looking down at Tammy's tights. I don't
normally notice what a girl is wearing, but those things looked so itchy
and uncomfortable, I decided there that if I was asked, I'd say I was
wondering if the tights were itchy and uncomfortable.
My teacher did ask me about what had happened on the bus because the bus
driver reported that he felt I was being bullied by the boys at the back
of the bus. I explained to Miss Thompson that I'd been staring at Tammy's
tights and was wondering if they were itchy and uncomfortable and one of
the boys in the back of the bus started calling me names. I explained
that I didn't feel like I was being bullied, but Miss Thompson wrote all
this down and sent a note to the office.
Apparently Tammy's teacher did the same because Tammy and I were both
called to the principal's office later in the morning to explain what had
happened on the bus. I told the principal what I'd told to my teacher
about wondering if those tights were itchy and uncomfortable. Tammy
looked at me kind of strange for a moment. She then surprised me by
apologizing for saying anything about my staring at her legs.
When we left the office, Tammy told me that the tights were really
comfortable and not itchy at all except when they're wet and she told me
she thought it was nice that I was concerned with her comfort. Then she
asked me if I liked the tights, and did they make her look taller, and
thinner with the ribbing and all? I wasn't really sure what she was
talking about but while we were walking back to our classrooms, she told
me they were supposed to help leg circulation and they were really
comfortable and she loved wearing them. I just nodded my head in
agreement. I walked past her class as she went in and then on to my
class.
I figured that would have been the end of it, but my principal called my
mother to inform her of the bullying that happened on the bus and
explained why I'd been staring at Tammy's legs and mentioned that I'd
been curious and concerned about Tammy and if her legs were cold with
just wearing tights and wondering if the material itched. The principal
told her that she felt the issue was resolved. But Mother was going to
make an issue of it. Mother never handles issues well.
When I got home, she smacked me a good one and I went flying. "I'll teach
you what bullying is, you little faggot." "Wondering if her tights were
itchy or uncomfortable!" "Well, you're going to find out, little sissy
ballerina girl."
I tried to explain to Mother that I'd made that up so I wouldn't get in
trouble for staring at her legs, but Mother didn't want to hear it. Get
into your room, Sissy Faggot! I bought you some of those pretty tights so
you could find out just how they feel. And just wait till you see what
else I bought you, faggot. You want to know what tights feel like, then
you'll just love feeling what her bra and panties feel like too! Isn't
that just so exciting?
I started crying while I walked toward my room. Not so much for the slap
that sent me flying when I walked in the house, but because I was
honestly scared of what my mother had planned for me. She'd been upset
ever since my father left a few years back, concerned that I didn't have
a male role model or something like that. I'm not sure as she's always
mumbling all the time about my not playing sports. She says I read too
much and should be out with my friends, but I tell her that all the guys
I know are jerks. Why did my principal have to call Mother?
On the bed were a package of girl's ribbed tights, a package of 12 girl's
panties, and 3 new training bras. "Strip, sissy faggot, so you can
satisfy your hunger of knowledge on whether girl's tights are itchy.
Isn't that what you want to know, faggot? Are tights comfortable? Do they
itch? What else did you wonder? Maybe if they'll keep your legs warm
enough? I bought the panties so you'd know what Tammy was wearing under
her tights. Now you won't have to wonder about that. Aren't those panties
just the cutest? I bought you the prettiest panties in the whole store.
And all of the girls in your class wear these pretty bras, sissy faggot.
Look at the pretty bow. Do you wonder if it's comfortable, too? Do you
think that maybe the lace on your bra or panties will itch, like your
pretty tights, sissy faggot? Answer me, sissy faggot. Is this what you
were thinking about while you were drooling all over Tammy's pretty
ribbed tights.
"Put on your new underwear, sissy faggot! You're lucky I didn't buy you a
dress so you could experience that as well. I can't send you to school in
a dress. I checked the rules, too bad for you, huh? Sissy faggot.
I sat on the bed after getting undressed. I didn't feel much of anything
after Mother had slapped me a few times and pretty much destroyed any
self-esteem I might have had. "Panties first, sissy faggot," She yelled.
She grabbed the package and ripped it open, panties flying all over. She
picked up the pinkest, most girlish nylon panty brief and held it close
to my face. Look at all this lace, faggot. I'll bet that's going to itch
like the dickens. What do you think?" I told Mother I didn't know. She
threw them at me and told me to put them on. I stood up and slid the
panties up my legs. "Not even any hair on your legs, so those panties are
just perfect for a sissy faggot like you," "Well, don't you just adore
your new panties, dear?" Mother asked.
I nodded my head, looking down at the floor but couldn't help but notice
how pink the panties were.
"Tights next, sissy faggot. Now you'll know. I'll bet you're all excited
about answering a question that must have been bothering you for years.
Do tights itch or are they comfortable and will they keep my legs warm
enough, even if I'm wearing a cute little short mini-skirt? Is that what
you were thinking when you were staring at Tammy's tights, sissy faggot?
Answer my question, you fucking faggot!" She slapped me again.
If I said no, she'd slap me and if I said yes, she'd slap me. I just hung
my head and nodded. She slapped me and told me to show my mother some
respect by looking at her when I responded to her questions.
"Now for your pretty new bra, sissy faggot. Isn't just lovely? You'll
know what a girl really feels like when she's wearing a pretty panty,
bra, and tights, just like Tammy was wearing this morning. Aren't you
just thrilled to know if your panties, bra, or tights itch? You'll be
able to tell Tammy that you know exactly how she felt wearing her pretty
ribbed tights. And won't she be surprised when you tell her I bought you
some pretty panties and bras to gain experience on what a girl feels like
in her clothing."
She grabbed my arm and spun me around. She held out the bra and helped me
to put it on. She hooked the bra hooks in the back and explained that
this was a double eyehook model. She told me she'd bought the laciest
bras she could find. She had me turn around and helped me by adjusting
the straps so the bra was fitted properly.
"Well?"
"Well, what, Mother? I don't know how to respond to you if I don't know
the question," I explained.
Another slap came flying and the sound echoed though my room for what
seemed like a minute.
"Are your new undies comfortable? Do your tights itch? Are your legs
cold? How does your bra feel? Do you feel like a girl? And aren't you
going to thank me for helping you to understand about girls clothes and
buying you the cutest little panties and bras that any girl would be
proud of?"
Once again, I didn't know how to respond. I didn't want to get slapped
again so I looked at Mother and said that the panties and bra didn't
itch. The new tights were comfortable and they did keep my legs warm.
"Thank you for teaching me what it feels like to wear girls clothing,
Mother," I hoped that would be enough to make her stop slapping me.
"Let's get your panties and bras put away, sissy faggot. I made room in
your dresser for your new lingerie. That's what we girls call our
underwear. Did you know that, sissy faggot? Your bras and panties are
called lingerie. I bought you enough so you could experience this
fascination with what girl's clothes feels like for the next couple of
weeks. Won't that be exciting for you, wearing panties and bras for a
whole two weeks? And lucky you, it's going to be cold, so you'll just
have to wear your pretty new tights under your jeans. No socks! I want
your classmates to see your pretty ribbed tights, dear. It's up to you if
you want to show off your pretty lingerie to the boys. Maybe when you're
in the bathroom together, you can let others sneak a peek at your pretty
panties. And I'll want a report everyday whether your bra, panties, or
tights were itchy or comfortable. Can you handle that, sissy faggot?
Telling Mommy how you just love the comfort of your pretty bras or
panties?
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