6 comments/ 149685 views/ 22 favorites Marine Girl By: Tomsparty Chapter I – Let the punishment fit the crime Swimming is compulsory at my school and unfortunately I hate water, getting wet and having to change publicly. Our school changing rooms are smelly, dirty, noisy and seem to bring out the worst from the class bullies. That’s tough on me as being a small, frail, underdeveloped lad with a girlish completion meant I'm frequently their target and find the whole experience terrifying. Little did I realise how I was to develop and the life changing experience I was to undergo... I tried but I couldn't get out of swimming, any avoidance is frowned upon and treated severely. Believe me, if you didn't want to go swimming its better to miss the whole day. Today I was in for a nasty shock when I unroll my towel to find not my trunks but my sisters one-piece lycra swimming costume. My face drops like a stone. You can imagine the scene, a steamy changing room full of boisterous lads. I knew they thought of me as effeminate and finding my sisters costume was not going to help my case. I stare at it in sheer disbelief. How could I have been so stupid? You'd love it, it's a rather naughty, high-cut one-piece costume in turquoise. Her personal favorite with a gold "sphinx" print and fully lined front. I stood for sometime with only my towel around my waist while all the others dress noisily. 'Get dressed you horrible lot,' Sir, the games master screams. He walks among us clipping any unfortunate lad within range on the head with his huge fist in his normal unpleasant manner. I feel my heart beat faster and nervously stuff the costume back in my bag. I consider gathering my things and making a dash for the door. Too late, he saw I hadn't changed. 'What's up with you, boy.' he bellows. 'Come here, Nigel now!' Head down I trudge to the front of the class. 'Yes Sir?' I mumble staring sheepishly at the tiled floor. 'Why haven't you dressed like the rest of the class?' 'I, I, I've forgotten my trunks,' I stammer. The other lads smirk and as expected Sir goes berserk, exploding like a firework. 'Pathetic excuse,' he bellows. 'Go to your place while I think what to do with you.' He grabs me by the back of my neck and with his free hand roughly inverts my sports bag scattering my things everywhere. 'What's this,' he cries, as my sisters costume tumbles out onto the damp floor. The class burst into hysterics as they all gaze at my sisters high-cut one piece, it's print glimmering in all it's splendor. 'Perfect,' he smirks. 'What where you mumbling?' 'I've forgotten my swimming things,' I say again. 'No you haven't,' he says with a wicked smirk, scooping my sisters, now dirty and damp costume from the floor. He pushes the shining costume into my hairless chest. 'What's this then?' 'It's my sisters. I seem to have picked her swimwear by mistake,' I mumble apologetically. 'I see.' He rubs his head and looks thoughtful. 'You're a pathetic twerp. What are you?' 'A pathetic twerp,' I say quietly knowing that any challenge would fuel his anger and double my punishment. 'What do you expect twerp? Too miss one of my lessons because you've bought the wrong things.' he laughs loudly and the class titters in support. I shake my head. 'I'm sorry I didn't mean to.' 'This is no excuse! I can't see a problem, can you?' Sir snatches the towel from my waist. The class gather round and point at my little cock and laugh. 'You'll have to put your sisters costume on and hurry up.' 'No, please don't make me,' I sob. 'Nonsense. No boy in my class gets off swimming that easily.' 'Sir, Sir, please Sir' Mark, shouts enthusiastically. 'I bet Nigel wants to wear his girly costume as he's such a pansy poof.' Mark is an athletic lad and one of Sirs favorite pupils, with wide shoulders, chiseled jaw and muscular thighs. I despise him. Mark unlike me excels in all physical activities and am consequently subject to his cruel bullying. Sir eyes me suspiciously. 'You’re right Mark when dressed in this costume he will look more like one of the girls.' The whole class titters in support. 'I'll have a word with the Miss Grim, the games mistress next-door and see what I can arrange.' The class again roar with laughter and I feel a tears welling in my eyes. As a mixed comprehensive we share lessons and even at swimming we share the huge pool but are taught by male and female instructors. Humiliated yet strangely excited I try to protest but Mark was right despite the humiliation I secretly loved the idea of wearing it in front of all the other boys and prancing around like a soft girl. 'Please Sir do I have to wear it?' I say again rather weekly thinking that I should appear to protest. 'Don't question me again boy. Of course you do.' he raps me on the head with his fist. 'You shouldn't have forgotten your trunks. And now You won't ever again.' A smile spread across his face as he looks at me pleased with the punishment he had administered. 'Please no.' I cry but it was hopeless I felt at knifepoint forced to do as he commands. I felt the mucky dampness in the air from the last class shower. Fat drops of condensation dribble down the sweaty red lockers. Standing naked in the room I gather the swimming costume in my trembling hands and stretch the neck just wide enough to gingerly step one smooth leg, into the stretchy fabric. I pause and look at the other boys, silent now, watching my every move. I steady himself, lift my other foot and plunge it into the neck of the costume. I gasp awash with a strange sensation as I draw it slowly up my legs. I've never felt anything like it as at holds my legs together like heavy manacles. Oblivious to these sensations the class cheer as holding the material by the sides I pull it up my thighs until it was tightly in my groin. My cock practically disappears as the strong stretchy Lycra holds me in a vice like grip. I sigh with relief as my captive audience stop poking fun at my diminutive cock. Then with a struggle I stretch the taught fabric over my hips and buttocks deciding to leave it bunched around my waist as if a pair of trunks. Sir impatient with my progress ushers the rest of the class out towards the pool. As they all troop out laughing, Mark and Steve both look back at me hungrily and wink at each other knowingly. 'Sissy go play with the girls.' Steve sneers. 'Come on in sweetie the waters lovely.' Mark taunts in a high pitched camp voice. Sir doesn't hear their cruel heckling. 'Boys, leave our pretty marine girl to get ready. Hurry along you horrible lot and join the girls in the pool.' I smooth the top of the costume around my waist and go to follow the lads. 'What do you think you're doing, boy? Unroll the costume immediately. It's not a pair of boys trunks. I want you to wear it probably like a girl. Get those straps stretched over your shoulders. Alone, with the gusset firmly in place I struggle to haul the bodice up over my chest, slip my slender arms under the straps and pull them over my slim shoulders. The severe cut of the swimsuit highlights my collarbone perfectly and the lined front gives me a beautiful padded pair of petite breasts. I smooth the material down with my hands, wiggle my bottom, remove the painfully tight material from my backside and adjusted the padded cups. I felt as if I was being cut in half. I didn't realise at the time, but because it was slightly too small for me - the costume made my body seem undeniably feminine. I mince about in the changing room enjoying the strange feel of the incredibly tight costume. I couldn't deny how good the Lycra felt between my butt cheeks, or more specifically how the stretchy material massaged my pink little hole. I repeatedly bend at the waist and marvel how the shoulder straps pull the costume higher and it squeezes my cock into a feminine mound and crawls further between my butt cheeks. Suddenly Sir reappears and looks at me almost sympathetically, surprised, I think how girlish I look. 'Girls don't like to get their hair wet do they? And you're no exception.’ He sneers. ‘Miss Grim says you can join her class but you'll have to wear a swimming hat.' 'I don't want to join the girls class,' I lie finding the idea a real turn on. Sir looks at me pathetically. 'Dressed like that you're not going to swim with my boys.' He shows me a flexible, tight white rubber hat with a beautiful flower motif. He chuckles to himself as he pulls the hat apart toyfully like a chest expander. 'Your hair is not really long enough to warrant this, nevertheless, rules are rules.' 'But I'm not a girl.' I remind him, my voice trembling. Sir smiles cruelly. 'You don't look it from where I'm standing. Now bend your head down while I put this on you.' He beckons me to sit on the damp wooden bench in front of him and as I do so he slaps the back of my head forcing me to drop forward. Cold and humiliated I happily sit, feet together wanting to revel in the now familiar sensation as the Lycra forces its way between my spreading cheeks. ‘Mmm!’ I try not to look too comfortable but this time I feel the wet bench soak into my pretty costume reminding me horribly that I still had to go swimming. Smack - He stretches open the cap and forcibly pulls it over my head trapping small strands of hair making me wince. The elasticised sides snap back over my ears. Tears fill my eyes. 'Hmm! As I suspected ridiculous, weak and very girly.' With my small frame poured into my sisters tiny costume and now with the tight swimming hat, holding my hair in place it really did complete the picture. I look just like one of the girls in my class, with my petite frame tightly enclosed in the silky material of my costume. The one-piece gave the allusion that I had an hourglass-shaped figure, making my hips and buttocks look very girlish. 'How does your sisters swimming costume feel on you, boy?' he snarls but he gave me no time to reply. 'Now, Nigel, get your butt into that pool. We've wasted enough time.’ He then practically frog-marches me outside. Marine Girl Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - Bikini Girl The walk from the changing room to the outside pool meant a lonely exposed trek across the cold wet tiled floors. In front of the whole wide eyed class who all laugh like crazed hyenas. Sir was joined by Miss the girls tutor who looks at me sympathetically. 'Have you met our new girl?' Sir says briefly explaining the situation to Miss. He suggests I join the girls for their lesson and to my amazement Miss looks at me kindly. 'You poor thing is Sir being unpleasant.' I feel tears well back in my eyes. I nod. 'Don't worry my sweet as pretty as your sisters costume is I'm sure I've got something more suitable.' Sir looks annoyed but turns his attention to his class keen to make up for lost time. I sigh with relief as the girls swim back and forth obediently as Miss takes my hand and guides me round the pool into the girls changing room. I hesitate at the entrance. 'Don't be shy dear.' She chirps pushing me inside. Inside what I had considered an inner sanctum I gaze with amazement at all the girls dresses hanging smartly on their pegs. Its neatness was far removed from that of the boys messy tip. 'Strip out of your sisters costume while I look to see what I've got.' Nervously and with a little disappointment I pull the tight costume off my shoulders. Immediately I feel my crushed cock expand as if taking a much needed breath. Naked and even more embarrassed I hold it over my crutch. Miss reappears empty handed, a frown on her face. My heart sinks. But as I wonder what will happen next she holds out a fist, palm upwards and unrolls her fingers majestically to reveal a microscopic triangular piece of bubble-gum pink Lycra. I gulp and my throat dries. 'These bikini bottoms are the closest thing I've got to trunks', she says merrily 'and lets face it you're not well endowed.' 'But, but,' I stammer as she pulls my sisters costume smartly from my groin. 'This bikini is not school regulation issue but its been left in the girls lost property box and is a shame not to use it.' She chuckles and passes me the skimpy bikini. I stare at the minute piece of cloth and tangle of tiny strings. I look at her blankly. 'I'm sorry,' she says, 'you don't know what to do with it, do you?' I nod sheepishly as she takes it back from me and feeds it between my slender legs. I blush as she slides it up into my crutch oblivious to my tiny cock twitching and ties first the right then the left string. At first glance she’s right it does look more like a boys pair of trunks than the one-piece costume but as I study it more closely the pink colour, the string tie sides and its sheer smallness made it obviously feminine. 'Wow! Look at your curvy butt.' Miss teases quickly adjusting the bikini on my hips and carefully positioning my little cock to hide behind the small triangular piece of material. Amazingly it made my cock look even more diminutive but to my embarrassment I start to stiffen. Miss notices and gave it a playful slap. 'Don't worry about falling out my pretty, the cold water will put pay to that.' I blush and marvel how flimsy the garment looks yet how secure I feel. I remember the marvelous sensation of the costume I had worn and holding my breath bend at the waist to let the new material surreptitiously slide up my butt. Mmm! I perform a twirl and look at my reflection in the mirror noticing how white my bottom is having exposed bits of flesh that hadn't seen sun for years. I pick the material from my bottom cheeks and go to leave. 'Good girl,' she says advancing towards me. 'but not so fast you must wear this too.' In her hands she stretches a matching bikini top. 'Oh! No,' I cry my mind in a daze. 'I can't wear that. I'll be a laughing stock.' I back away yet feeling a stirring deep within me that wanted to wear the top. Confused I begin to cry. 'I thought you where on my side.' I blub. 'Oh! but I am my sweet. Don't worry.' she says, stroking my hand. 'Everything is going to be all right. This little bikini is so pretty you'll look gorgeous. The guys in your class will fight over you.' She sighs. 'The girls all wear these nowadays.' 'But I'm not a girl,' I sniff wiping away a tear. 'I'm a boy, I just forgot my things.' Miss seems too bloody relaxed and smiles kindly. 'Why don't you just forget about being a boy today? Besides, You'll never be like the other lads in your class, whatever you do. You're always going to be a sissy. Why don't you just enjoy wearing this bikini and stop worrying about the way you look. See for yourself. You look amazing but you can't swim without covering your little breasts. It's not decent.' 'But, but..,' I stammer, 'the other boys don’t cover their chest.' 'That's right dear but they're not wearing a girly bikini are they? And you can't wear one without the other. Really... We may be a mixed school but we do have principles.' She lunges at me and after a brief struggle she manages to wrap it round my chest and over my shoulders. Hopelessly overpowered she spins me around and ties the back strap with a secure but pretty bow. 'Il faut souffrir pour être belle,' she says in her matey way. 'You must suffer to be beautiful.' I reside to my fate and stop struggling. I blush. The bikini top is padded and it uplifts giving me the illusion of having two small breasts. Now with a nice a small cleavage I feel terribly girly. The one-piece was bad enough but the bikini's far worse. The bottoms are incredibly skimpy and though tight I’m fearful of coming out. Miss didn't share my concern. 'Come on Nigella, new girl,' she sneers down at me, slapping my Lycra clad bottom. Let's not be late. I want you swimming in my class showing the boys how good us girls are in the races.' Big mistake. Huge. Chapter 2 – Suffer little Girl Outside, the class all stop swimming and laugh like crazed hyenas as I mince round the pool. Immediately I feel the strong afternoon sun begin to burn my sensitive exposed white skin. Sir looks at me disapprovingly. 'You're welcome to him but I hardly see him helping your team.’ The boys laugh and the girls look angrily at me. So that's where I went into the pool with the girls. They splash me, duck me and laugh at me but the novelty soon wears off and they calm down and despite the occasional wolf whistle from Mark I got on ok. Or so I thought. Funny but after my initial embarrassment, I enjoy parading up and down the baths swinging my hips, the high-cut of the bikini giving me a truly marvelous pair of legs which most girls where jealous of. Needless to say my apparent delight in this punishment was much to the annoyance of both teachers and class. To my surprise the girls where excellent swimmers. I'd never noticed before but they had style, poise and stamina whilst I had none of these. Even with a foam buoyancy aid, I simply couldn't keep up. Frequently chastised Miss found I was dragging the class down. Needless to say she got progressively annoyed and when I lost the girls team a race she orders me out of the pool. 'Nigella, You're hopeless,' she cry's. You're making no effort and you obviously enjoy dressing as a girl. 'No,' I cry, 'that's not true.' But she wouldn't listen as she frog-marches me to the cold shower beside the diving boards. 'You know what we do to girls that don't try, don’t you?' I shook my head. 'But I am trying,' I whimper. 'Nonsense you're a pathetic child even as a girl.' Then to my surprise she picks a length of rope from the emergency life saver and took my hands tying them above my head, on to the shower pipe. She grins. 'all trussed up. Now then, what shall we do with you? … I know. You've probably see what we do with naughty girls.' I shake me head. The girls all treading water laugh loudly. She reaches for the shower leaver. 'Don't please,' I cry. Playfully, she turns it on for a fraction of a second. I let out a short squeal as the tiny amount of water came into contact with my warm skin. Before I could say anything, she ran her fingers down the crevice between my breasts, where the short spurt of water had cascaded. Then she broke off a branch from a nearby tree and ran its spindly leaves over my scantily clad body. My breathing shortened. Lightly, she whips my breasts with it, then did the same all over me, harder with each strike. 'You're useless,' she says quietly so no one else can hear. 'Useless as a boy. You're a sissy and the sooner you accept it the better your life will become.' She leans toward me, I feel her hot breath on my ear. 'I've got a lovely school girls tunic and blouse that would suit you. Or perhaps you'd prefer a pretty pleated skirt, ankle socks and kitten heels.' My little cock began to stiffen again. She drops the branch and lets me have another torrent of freezing cold water. 'Please stop Miss,' I cry. Miss didn't stop. I hung for a further 45 minutes as the class continues in between giggling and gawking at me. I roast like a barbecue pig in the sun under the cloudless sun. Both classes continue. My skin began to redden and burn as Mark walks past me to dive off the board. I'm subjected to another icy blast of water and can't help but scream and shriek. When the lessons over I receive another final cold drenching and am untied and frog-marched back to the boys changing room. Once inside I try to be myself and mix with my friends but even they treat me oddly. Sir is nowhere to be seen and everyone laughs at my lobster red skin. Steve ambles over, claps his big hands on my hips and deftly yanks my bikini strings causing it to fall gracefully to the tiled floor. I stand there looking pathetic unsure what to do. The class roar with laughter. As I struggle to pull the bikini back up. Where the bikini had been I've now a comical triangular shaped white patch on my crutch and bottom just larger then a postage stamp. You could even see the tiny line of the side strings. To make matters worse my paper white skins framed by bright lobster red skin. 'There's no mistaking he's a girl.' Cries Steve, 'You can see he's been wearing a bikini.' All on cue the lads all laugh. 'Stop it, stop it,' I cry. 'Oh! She's upset. Stop it, stop it!' he mocks. The class laugh louder. Steve's towel around his waist falls to the floor and I can't help but notice his huge cock proudly sticking towards me like a bayonet. He sees my gaze. 'Yeah,' he cheers, 'you may well gawk. I guess you'd like to wrap your sweet lips round this.' he winks at Mark and flicks my bikini top exposing my white skin. I try to remove it. 'Keep it on,' he shouts 'now get into the shower'. I'm roughly pushed into the shower, his eyes roaming hungrily over my body. Standing in the shower still wearing the pink bikini I feel as if the lights where on me, my skin glowing red. Then out of his tallness came the chanting. First as a whisper. I could hardly hear. 'Sissy, sissy'. His voice got louder and louder. Other lads join in and as their chanting rose too fever pitch I'm frog-marched deeper into the shower. Sandwiched between Steve and Mike. Water cascades on my face. I squint. I can hardly see. 'Sissy, sissy!' they chant like religious monks. I don't know why but I involuntarily flap my eyelashes at Steve, touch him lightly several times and fuss about the temperature of the water and hum a few bars of a Kylie number. God! what had become of me I was behaving like a nervous jerk and was thinking like a girl. Steve notices too. 'Shut up girl. You've been bad, and I'm gonna use you like a sissy bitch, and when I'm done, you'll thank me for it.' His heart races as he pushes me onto my knees. Water splashes around me. 'Suck my cock.' he commands. Hardly able to see with the soap and water I could just make out Steve's huge cock pointing at me menacingly. Both Mark and Steve now have their hands on my shoulder. I couldn't help myself. I felt a desire awaken within me. I dreamt of similar scenarios but never anticipated to be involved. I knew what to do and I wanted to do it. The bikini had unleashed my dominant feminine side and I wanted to show it. With trembling hands I wrap my thin fingers around his cock and let the power of it flow into me. Shyly, I felt its girth, his wiry pubes and heavy sack. It's sheer size overwhelms me. I smell his scent. He's so much bigger than the other boys and made me look ridiculous. 'That's a good sissy.' he whispers, 'You know what to do. Sucking cock comes naturally to a girl like you. You're pathetic.' I made a ring with my fingers and circle his full shaft easing my hand along the warm skin as water from the showers cascades over my body. The big mushroom of his head hung only centimeters from my lips. What's happening to me? I'm petrified yet I want more. I want to taste it, to put it in my mouth and feel it fill me up. 'That's my girl, you're a model pupil, eager and willing to learn.' Steve whispers cruelly. 'That's a good girl.' I hung on his every word, but something strange happened I didn't want to be a good girl. I want to be bad, a little schoolgirl slut, a cocksucking whore, and the desire overwhelms me. I move my head forward and felt the stiffening length of Steve's twitching cock press into my mouth, stretching my wet lips. Despite the water from the shower I still could taste the salty flavor of Steve's pre-cum, and the taste only made me hotter. Steve looks down proudly, his cock stuffed deeply into my mouth. I close my eye's and feel like a million dollars. Steve wasn't impressed. 'What! Open your eyes and look at me bitch. Steve says, loudly. 'You won't learn anything with them shut.' obediently I prise my eyes open and stare up at him submissively. I feel like a besotted teenager. I'm completely his girl. Steve looks around cautiously and without saying anything mysteriously communicates with the other lads who surround me in circle of naked bodies. Satisfied we will avoid detection he starts to pump at my mouth harder, with more vigor, holding my swim capped head with both hands, fucking my mouth with no mercy. Despite the humiliation I'm so hot I feel my own little cock jerk and soil my bikini. But Steve's selfishly not interested. Blindly he thrust his huge cock in my mouth in a way that sent me into a dreamy little fantasy. It's remarkable. I no longer thought of myself as the bullied sissy but instead I imagine myself as a dirty schoolgirl slut sucking her big cocked boyfriend. I could only think of being used, being his little toy. I was at his mercy, prepared to do anything for this young man as he thrusts his cock down my throat. Larger and larger his cock grew and I could tell as his excitement mounts that it would soon explode in my mouth. Pleasure turns into wild excitement. Mark and his loyal followers egg him on. 'Go on my son,’ they cry. This makes me even hotter excited in the knowledge that I'm about to bring my young man off. 'Suck me bitch,' Steve cry's thrusting his groin at me. 'Suck me dry you cock sucking slut.' My lips quiver and despite my pleasure tears inexplicably roll down my face and mix with the water from the shower. All of a sudden I feel him twitch and spasm. He grunts, he thrusts. He takes his hands off my shoulders and clamps them round my swim hat. Hardly able to move he selfishly pumps my mouth, frantically rocking my head back and forth like a throbbing piston. The inevitable happens yet I'm still surprised as his hot cum shoots like a pressurised fireman's hose into my mouth. I gag and swallow his thick, creamy cum. Steve satisfied after dumping his load pulls out his enormous cock and slaps it across my face, cum still dripping from it like saliva from a monsters gaping jaw. 'Don't say a word, bitch or else.' He shrieks. Yet I oddly want to be held by him, to kiss and be cuddled. I look up and nod submissively as raises his foot, puts it on my shoulder and pushes me to the floor. Steve's band of followers all clap and shriek excitedly as if watching a hero gladiator kill a lion and I wonder for an instant if I'm to give another lad head. Crumpled on the floor I look up at Steve, towering above me. I smile sweetly and gratefully. Steve smirks. 'To complete today's lesson you now need to be fucked, you little slut, and you'll love it.' But I felt to relaxed to concentrate or complain. In fact, everything was hazy. 'No, Steve, no, Stop it. Sirs due back any minute.' I whine cum still dribbling from my mouth. But that wasn't the only reason for being hesitant I was fearful of what his huge cock would feel like in my tight little butt. I struggle to stand. 'Shut up sissy girl. You've been bad, and I'm gonna use you like a bitch.' He laughs mockingly, 'and when I'm done, you're gonna thank me for that too.' 'But Steve . . .' I whine. But Steve was behind me now, rubbing his hands up over my pretty curves. He plunges a huge hand down my bikini bottoms and ran it sexily between my butt cheeks. Whilst with the other hand he began to massage my little ball sack while loosening my arse with his thumb. I was rock hard and despite everything I push my arse back against Steve's thumb, forcing it deeper and deeper into my pink little anus. Soon I had become amazingly loose and I began to wonder how nice it would be to have Steve's meaty cock embedded in my arse. Yet it was not to be... Marine Girl Ch. 03 Chapter 3 - Dressed for class There's a sudden noise from the changing rooms. I make out a banging of doors. Steve yanks his thumb out and kicks me onto the shower floor again. 'Come on you horrible lot,' Sir screams from outside the showers. 'What's the hold-up? I've another lesson in 5 minutes. I want you out in 60 seconds. 59, 58, 57...' Sir began counting down slowly. Like stampeding rhinos the lads burst into activity. Those still in the shower trample me to the floor and race out to get dressed. Those part dressed hurriedly put their uniform on and vanish into the corridor. As usual I'm the slowest and terrified Sir will administer yet another punishment I quickly step out of the bikini and pat myself dry. I wince and I pull off the swim hat and run my hands through my hair. The remaining lads laugh at my prominent bikini lines and sticking up hair. I'm the last to go. I struggle to get ready. My bag has been cruelly upturned and it's contents scattered across the floor. My Clothes have vanished. I stare at Sir blankly. 'My things are gone and I need my sisters costume back,' I ask. 'She'll kill me if I lose it.' Sirs patience was running thin. 'You stupid boy. Why is it always you?' I feel my eyes redden and I struggle to keep back tears. 'I've nothing for you to wear. Your so called friends are obviously playing a joke on you. I'm sure they'll give you your things at your next lesson.' 'But what now? What do I wear now?' 'A lad left this white shirt. You can borrow this but You'll have to go next door for anything else. They should have finished their lesson by now. Perhaps they have something suitable. Put your bikini back on and ask Miss. I was not happy with his help but with little option I bundle what things I had left, slip the shirt over the bikini top and wrap my towel round my waist like a skirt. Unaware that my pink bikini top shone prominently through the white shirt I skip out of the changing room hoping I could make it across the corridor before anyone saw me. Wrong. Mark and Steve are waiting for me as I step out. They almost double up with laughter. 'Lost you clothes, sissy.' Steve says. I nod. 'I like your skirt, very pretty.' 'It's not a skirt. It's my towel,' I say. More laughter. 'Nice bra.' Mark plucks my bikini strap under my shirt. It's then I realise how girlish I must look. 'You'll have to ask your girlfriends if they can lend you a dress.' They both start to laugh so loud I'm scared they'll draw attention from another class. Mark knocks hard on the girls changing room door and without waiting for a reply opens the door for Steve to push me inside. 'We've got a new girl for you,' he cry's. 'She has lost her things and needs some help getting dressed.' The door slams shut and I'm surrounded by about twenty semi-naked girls. Some are just in their bra and panties whilst others have their skirts or dresses on. I cower with embarrassment. But I'm surprised by their reaction. Rather than be met by abuse and shrieks of horror they manhandle me into the centre of the room. 'Isn't she pretty, girls,' Fiona shouts fiddling with my frizzy hair. 'I'd die for long legs like his,' shrieks Sharon running her hands down my towel. 'He's so slim, have we got some slacks we could lend him.' Frankly I'm disappointed that they consider trousers. I now want to wear a flowing dress or at least a short skirt as my mind is so muddled I'm beginning to think of myself as a girl. Don't ask me to explain but being dressed in a one-piece, wearing a bikini, sucking cock and being generally treated like a girl... I now want to dress like one. Tracy throws me a clean towel. 'Take off your bikini while we find you something.' I step nervously from the bikini and cover my little modesty with the towel. The girls giggle and snatch it from me. Shrieking and pointing as if they've never seen a cock before. 'Look at his bikini line,' Tracey shouts wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. 'Wear these.' Sharon says passing me a pair of pretty lace panties from the lost property basket. I take them cautiously and wonder which girl they belonged to as I slide them up my long smooth legs. I expect them all to laugh but nothing. In Sirs short white shirt, pink bikini and girlish white panties I look incredibly sexy. The girls continue to rummage in Misses cupboard. 'Success.' a girl yelps and I'm proudly given a pair of slacks. I try not to show any disappointment as I step into them. But luck was on my side. They're far too small and I couldn't even get them fully up my legs. 'He'll have to wear a dress. We've no skirts.' Screams Fiona. Delighted I quickly take off my shirt. 'My she’s keen,' Tracey quips and I wince scared that my enthusiasm will give the game away. 'This summer dress is quite thin.' Sharon shrieks excitedly, 'But we will be able to see his panties through the material.’ She chuckles knowingly. ‘The boys will be so cruel. It will give him an opportunity to see what wearing a loose, pretty dress is like.’ Tracey quickly found me a lacy bra that unlike the bikini didn’t push up my chest to give me a hint of cleavage so to compensate the padded the tiny cups with tissues from the dispenser. On my feet I wore a pretty pair of white ankle socks and some black courts with a three inch heel. The heel had the effect of accentuating every muscle in my legs, while firming the cheeks of my ass at the same time. 'Wow! Tracey gasps to the group. 'Go take a look at yourself in the mirror.' I skip over to the mirror and saw what everyone was staring at. I did look fantastic. I was for all to see a pretty schoolgirl ready to go to class. I was a knockout. I couldn't get over himself and began to giggle girlishly. 'This is really sweet of all of you,' I say, 'but I can't go to class like this.' 'Nonsense we'll look after you.’ Sharon says. Minutes later with my hair brushed, a little make-up and a squirt of perfume I was ready. We all left together. Tracey, held my hand and drags me out into the corridor. Mark and Steve where still loitering by the notice board. 'Cor! look at the new girl, Nigella. And as the sun shone behind me my biggest fears came true. 'Look the sissy sluts wearing panties.' Mark immediately reaches for the hem of my dress and tries to raise it up above my waist. Are they really knickers?' Frozen with embarrassment, yet strangely excited I hold my hem down as the girls beat Mark and Steve off with their school bags. 'What's going on?' shouts Sir alerted by the commotion. Mark and Steve run off as Sir approaches us. 'Hurry along to your next lesson girls.' I'm delighted he didn't recognise me 'Come on,' Tracey says kindly 'Let's go. Ignore those childish bullies.' Sarah looks at Tracey as Mark and Steve scurry off in the distance. 'How can you say that. Your dating Steve aren't you?' Tracey nods. 'He's an angel really.' I smile and wonder how she would react if she knew how only minutes earlier I’d sucked him off. 'Hurry, girls we've domestic science next.' I knew then that the day was going to be like no other but I didn't care I loved it. I feel the soft dress hanging loosely from my shoulders, taste the cherry lipstick and enjoy the snug caress of the panties. The End Toms Party (c) 2003 Did the lads give me back my clothes? Did Steve fuck me up the arse as promised and did The sympathetic Tracey ever learn the truth about her gay boyfriend? Treat yourself to a girly bikini or a soft one-piece. Stretch yourself into it, relax and look for the next installment.