Little Schoolgirl
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There was a place where I could spy on the girls from the big school. It
had some grassland round about, and I used to hide where the girls would
come out of sight of the school for a forbidden cigarette, or sometimes
even to sunbathe. I always hoped to be able to see up the skirts of the
sixth-form girls; they usually wore stockings instead of short socks, and
their choice of underwear was obviously not limited to the regulation
navy blue knickers worn by the more junior girls.
I was just about to leave my observation post one fine day in the early
Autumn, when I noticed a girl coming close by. She must have sneaked out
of the school grounds to meet someone and was now in a hurry to get back
to classes before she was missed. I stayed still as I didn't want my
hideout to be discovered. Besides, she was obviously a senior girl and
definitely in the watchable category. She was apparently coming round
this way to avoid crossing the stream by the bridge, as this meant going
too close to the staff-room windows. There were some stones in the
stream, but they weren't really intended as stepping stones as they were
irregularly spaced and were rather mossy, so I guess also rather
slippery. Sure enough, she only got halfway across when she slipped and
fell into the water, which thankfully was not very deep. She had
obviously hurt her ankle because she couldn't stand up and obviously was
having difficulty getting out of the stream. As the bank was a bit
steeper on the far side. I realised that I had to go and help her.
By the time I had hauled her onto the bank we were both soaking wet and
rather muddy. As she couldn't walk properly I had to support her back to
the school. As we approached the main building we were obviously spotted
and two school mistresses came out and more or less carried her between
them, telling me to follow. One of them asked my name and where I lived,
and quizzed me about what had happened (and thinking back, she must have
realised that I had found somewhere to spy on the girls). "Well, thank
you very much for rescuing her, but I can see that you are soaking wet.
You had better come and have a hot shower before you catch cold."
She took me to the showers and found me a large towel. "You can leave
your wet clothes on this bench and I'll find something dry for you to
wear." She left me to get undressed. I was grateful for the hot shower;
not only had I been wet and muddy, but it had been hard work more or less
carrying the injured girl up to the school. I dried myself off and went
to get dressed again. I found that my own clothes had disappeared. In
their place was a neat pile of girls' school uniform. I didn't want to be
found with no clothes on, so, my heart pounding, I decided to put the
girls' clothes on. I stepped into a pair of pink panties, thinking these
looked (and probably felt) much nicer than the regulation navy blues.
Then a white shirt, whose buttons were on the opposite side to what I was
used to, and a fairly short pleated navy skirt. I sat on the bench to put
on white ankle socks, then put my feet into a pair of Mary Jane shoes and
fastened them.
I had only just finished doing this when the schoolmistress returned.
"Sorry we don't have any boys' clothes here," she smiled, "but those
things seem to fit you all right. I've asked a couple of the sixth-form
girls to dry your hair. Come along." She took me to what appeared to be a
study-bedroom where a couple of girls were waiting. "Marcia and Victoria
will look after you and bring you down to see the headmistress shortly,"
she said. "Hi. I'm Marcia. What's your name?" asked one of the girls. I
was very nervous, standing in front of two pretty girls while wearing a
skirt, and found I couldn't speak properly. "D-d.." I stammered. "Oh,
Didi, that's a nice name," laughed Victoria. "It's lucky you were
somewhere we you could see Sarah Jane's predicament and be able to help
her. Do you like watching girls?" I felt myself blushing furiously. "And
do you like the school uniform?" giggled Marcia. "Come on, let's sort out
your hair. It's quite long for a boy, isn't it?" They didn't just use a
hair dryer. They were equipped with curling tongs and various liquids and
sprays. They worked very quickly and seemed pleased with the result, but
didn't let me look in a mirror yet.
"Your legs look cold," said Victoria. "I can see your goose pimples. I
suppose you're used to wearing trousers all the time. You'd be better
wearing stockings instead of those little ankle socks. Take your shoes
and socks off and stand up." Before I really knew what was happening,
Marcia quickly lifted my skirt right up and Victoria fastened a
suspender-belt around my waist. She quickly fed the suspenders down
inside my panties, pretending not to notice when the back of her hand
brushed my cock. I sat on a bed as the girls carefully rolled dark tan
stockings up my legs and showed me how to fasten the suspenders and
adjust the length.
"I think your chest must be cold as well," said Marcia. "Look at how your
nipples are sticking out." Before I could reply she started to unbutton
my blouse, and in no time I found myself wearing a teen bra and re-
fastening my blouse. The girls helped me on with my shoes, which felt
different from before. When I stood up I realised they had heels. Only
about one and a half inches high, but my legs felt very different,
especially encased in nylon stockings. It felt as if my bum was sticking
out more than before and I realised that this was also due to wearing
heels. I was now very aware of my clothes. The lightly padded cups of my
bra did feel warm and comforting around my nipples, even though the
effect on my bust was almost imperceptible. The bra straps did not feel
tight, but nevertheless I could feel them there around my back and
shoulders. The suspender-belt gripped my waist and the stretchy
suspenders pulled on the shiny stocking-tops. My panties felt cool and
soft but supportive around my balls and my bum. As I felt the first
stirrings of an erection, I realised that my nervousness must be wearing
off.
As we prepared to leave the room I was able to see my reflection in a
full-length mirror. I caught my breath. I saw quite an attractive girl in
the mirror. She had long shapely legs, nylon stockings and a fairly short
skirt. No real bust, but her white bra showed through her white blouse.
Her feminine hair-style made her face - my face - look quite girly too.
"Yes," giggled Marcia, "you do look pretty. But I guess the boys would
get a shock if they could see up your skirt!"
As we walked to the headmistress's office I realised how different it was
to wear girls' clothes. Even though the heels of my shoes were not really
high, I needed to take smaller steps. My suspenders pulled on my
stockings with every step and there was a slight swishing sound as my
stockinged legs brushed together. I could hardly feel my skirt most of
the time - it felt almost as if my panties and stocking-tops were on full
view and I kept touching the side of my skirt with my finger-tips, just
to reassure myself that it was still there.
We knocked on the door and were invited to enter. The headmistress sat
behind her desk. "Well my young fellow - or perhaps I should say young
lady - first of all may I express my gratitude for the way you helped
poor Sarah Jane when she fell in the stream and twisted her ankle. But I
have to say that I do not approve of boys spying on my girls. That is why
we decided to punish you by dressing you as a schoolgirl. I telephoned
your mother and she agreed that you should wear these clothes for the
rest of the day. Perhaps you will come to appreciate what it feels like
to know that boys are watching you all the time. That is all, girls."
It was only as I turned to leave that I realised my mother was in the
room. "Hello dear," she said. "You look very nice. I've brought the car
to take you home." Marcia called out "Goodbye Didi," and waved. As we got
into the car, my mother said "Is Didi your girly name? I like it. It
suits you."
Back home she gave me a big hug. "Well, Didi. Do you like being a girl? I
often wished I had had a daughter." I didn't answer - I didn't really
know how to answer. But I knew that right now I really wanted to stay in
bra and panties and stockings. And it gave me a thrill to imagine what it
would be like to know that boys were looking up my skirt.
"Why don't you be my daughter for a few days? We could go out shopping
and get you some clothes and underwear of your own. Would you like that?"
I nodded and she hugged me again.
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