“No way I said what do you think you are doing ?”

“We thought you would like to be one of the girls Replied Claire, through yet another fit of giggles. Put on the polo shirt and let’s see how you look”

I looked at her for a moment, rolled my eyes and pulled on the polo shirt. I tucked in the polo shirt into the skirt, finding my boobs gave it a very flattering shape. I was a lot slimmer then than I am now !

“Not bad said Gail but what about his short hair ?”

Libby dived back into the box and emerged with a baseball cap bearing the logo of some long defunct netball team. She pulled it over my head and my appearance changed straight away.

I looked like a sporty schoolgirl, not too full a figure, but with well defined leg

& arm muscles. A pair of red football socks completed the picture and helped to disguise my slightly hairy legs. These arrived along with my trainers from my sports bag that had magically appeared from nowhere.

“Ready to walk home then ? said Claire.

“Once you pass me my underpants I replied I’m not having you lot trying to lift my skirt up all the way home

“EUGHH shrieked all 3 girls No Way are we touching those !”

“Give me my bag and I’ll get them out then I said, rolling my eyes and looking around for my bag that had by then disappeared again.

Libby ignored me and went back to the lost property box. I can’t find any knickers in here”

“No you won’t said Claire Miss Patterson takes them all out, she says it’s not hygienic”

“What’s he going to wear then ? asked Libby

“I know giggled Gail. The girls went onto a huddle and whispered and giggled for a moment, shooting looks at me before continuing their discussion

“Turn around and face the wall ordered Claire. There was a rustle and more giggles before she told me to turn back. Gail was smoothing her skirt back down with one hand and was holding a pair of gym knickers.

“So it’s all right for me to wear a pair of your sweaty knickers, but not for you to hand me mine ?”

“I wear mine over my normal knickers replied Gail So they are not all sweaty and whiffy like yours”

Shrugging, I pulled them up, working them under the skirt without exposing myself. They were tight round my crotch, but baggy across my backside. Gail’s bottom being much bigger than mine. The worst part was, they were still warm, musky and just a little sweaty. My balls were trying to squeeze out of the side of the crotch and my cock was wedged against the tight cotton of the front panel. At least that stopped my growing hard on showing. I put on my trainers and did them up. Claire handed me her coat, a pink anorak and fished my coat out of my bag that I could now see was hidden under the bench. She zipped it up and watched as I did the same, its smallish size pulling closely across my expanded chest. Standing I said Come on then, hand over my bag now, I’m ready to go”

“I think not said Claire slyly. You’ll just run to the boy’s changing rooms and change back into you normal clothes. Curses, my plan was thwarted ! This was exactly what I had planned to do as soon as I realised what the girls were doing. My shame would have been limited to a 10 pace journey to the boys changing rooms but this was not to be. Libby opened the door and ran off with my bag containing all my clothes. See you at home she called back to her sister before running off at high speed.



Claire, Gail and I walked out of the school into the damp, cold evening air a few moments later. It was mercifully quiet as both students and staff had by now departed for the day and the evening classes had yet to start. Claire and Libby lived only a few hundred yards from the school, down a narrow lane running off the main village street. We crossed the road and with me feeling very self conscious, smoothing down the pleats of my skirt as we started down the path. The feeling of walking in a skirt was very strange. My legs, particularly my upper thighs felt exposed, even though they were covered by the skirt. Every step caused the skirt to swish against my legs, in a way trousers or shorts never do. My sock Boobs bounced slightly as I walked and I was very aware of them bobbing just below my eye line. The girls chatted but appeared more nervous than I was. There was no giggling or messing around, just glances around in case they spotted someone they knew. I don’t think they expected to succeed with their joke and were well aware that they would be in serious trouble if the truth came out. We saw nobody for the entire journey and it was with much relief all around that I closed their front door behind me.



The house felt overheated and stuffy as we walked in. Gail & Claire headed for the kitchen as I closed the front door. I could hear Libby thumping around upstairs and the lack of car told me their mum was still at work. I peeled off Claire’s coat and, spying my bag on the sofa in the lounge, walked in and shut the door behind me. I dug around in my bag and dragged out my trousers and after kicking off my trainers, slid them on. At last I could get that skirt off. I pulled it off and dumped it on the sofa, followed by the hat, polo shirt and bra. Damn, I still had the knickers on. Gail could have them back tomorrow. The door opened as I sat on the hard leather sofa, buttoning up my shirt. Libby walked in wearing just her gym knickers & school blouse. I want to show you the marks you left on me she said, sticking her bottom in my face & pulling back the seat to reveal a set of round red marks made by the head of the badminton racquet. I reached up and rubbed her exposed buttock, fully expecting her to flinch or move away. Instead, she pushed herself harder against my hand, almost sitting on my lap. My fingers traced the red marks, feeling how they had cut a little into the skin.

“Is the other side the same ? I asked. She stood up and drew up the other side of her knickers. I turned her round and examined her closely. There was just one mark on this cheek, a lot fainter than the other side. I rubbed it gently and then gave her a few gentle slaps. Libby’s whole body language changed. She relaxed towards me, trusting me not to hurt her, but to help her on a journey of self discovery of anticipation, excitement then mild pain, followed by an extended state of ecstasy. I guided her down so she was now laying across my lap, her knickers pulled into the crack of her bum, both cheeks exposed. She winced as her legs bent. Are you OK ? I asked

“Yes, it’s just my knickers are cutting into me”