Party Desire Ch. 02
Keywords: Party, 02, Desire, Ch.,
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*Chapter 2 - The Perfect Party Game Disguise*
'Thanks,' she said dropping a triumphant kiss on top of my head. I immediately felt twisted round her finger and I wished I'd made a greater effort to object. But I didn't have time for further contemplation as I started to pull off my shirt. She hauls more clothing from her cupboard. Soon she'd found a pair of pink nylon panties, a trainer bra and a set of stiff, white petticoats.
'I thought I only had to wear the dress!' I cried. 'Not all that!'
'You can't very well wear the dress without these petticoats!' Tracy answered. And your own underwear wouldn't match the dress either, would it?'
I shook my head, as she laid everything out on her bed then helped me remove my cloths. She paused when I was in only my underwear. She stared me in the eye and started pulling on my waistband, but I was a little shy. I again heard the girls running about the house searching for me.
'Don't worry, David,' Tracy said pulling my briefs off, 'you've no secrets from me. Have you forgotten? I've seen what you're hiding. We did go out together? It wasn't that long ago. Did I mean that little?'
She held her pink panties out invitingly.
'Now hurry, we haven't long. You don't want to be found naked. Do you?'
I nod.
The nylon panties were covered with delicate white lace that matched the lace on the dresses puffed sleeves perfectly.
'Honestly, David,' Tracy said as she pulled the panties up my legs the lace tickling my skin, 'What a fuss - It's no big deal!'
I wasn't so sure
'You do promise not to tell anybody?' I asked but she didn't reply as I heard a group of girls' pound up the stairs like a stampede of wild buffalo.
'Hurry, hurry,' she says excitedly pulling the panties up to my waist. 'It will be our little secret!' she gushed wrapping the training bra around my chest. She then secured it at the back and then stuffed the cups lightly with a few tissues.
'That's enough,' I scream in panic as my body transforms shape. 'How old am I supposed to be.'
Tracy grins like a Cheshire cat.
'Sorry, I'm getting carried away but you need a few bumps to fill out the dress.'
I nod meekly and stand quietly as she continued to dress me in the petticoats, fluffing them out all around my hips
'You'll look so pretty in this dress!' cried Tracy again, pulling it over my head. 'You'll look as pretty as me. I might even be jealous.'
I raised my slender arms and they slipped comfortably through the soft, puffed sleeves, and after she had buttoned up the back, she knelt down to slip my feet into a pair of lacy pink ankle socks and black sandals.
'There!' She says finally, replacing my chunky, masculine, wrist watch with three pretty bangles. 'Now you're all dressed up! Let's start playing!' I looked down at the dress on my body, and felt incredibly helpless. The layers of petticoats made the dress stick outwards horizontally. I didn't realise how strange it would feel and challenging to wear yet I loved it. I began to experiment. If I let my arms hang straight down I squashed the petticoats flat against my thighs and the skirt billowed out at the back and front threatening to show my panties and more concerning my stiffening little cock. I had no option but to hold my arms aloft, bent at the elbow. But even so with every movement the many skirts bounced upwards swinging like a large church bell with a loud rustling sound. Completely dressed as a little girl, Tracy now expected me to behave as one.
'I was right I do look stupid,' I say looking at myself in her mirror.
'To the contrary, David, you look as pretty as a picture.' She sighs with annoyance. 'Sometimes you can be so ungrateful. You really do look amazing. Just remember I could have dressed you in an unflattering pinafore dress. Instead you're wearing my best party outfit.'
'Sorry,' I say, 'when did you last wear it?' I ask feeling very, very infantile.
'Hmm! when I was about ten I guess. Yes, ten and I'm amazed it fits but I was big for my age.'
I was awash with emotion, excited yet I felt so nervous I could hardly breathe. Tracy sensed my unease.
'Don't worry you'll be the belle of the ball!' she said, turning me around to face her. She grinned as she innocently fluffed out my many skirts that circled my thighs. Then, and to my surprise, her hands went swiftly under my dress. She fumbled deliciously with the ruffles and endless miles of material until she found it. My little cock trapped in her soft panties. 'Oh!' she said as her hands brushed my groin. 'I didn't realise you'd find this quite so exciting.' She giggles and flutters her long eyelashes coyly. 'You're lucky this dress has so many beautiful petticoats. No one will see your pleasure.'
'I, I, I... can't explain that,' I stutter, feeling ashamed.
Tracy raised an eyebrow, 'I think I can, but your little indiscretion doesn't quite go with the little girl look does it?'
I smirked sheepishly and my cock as if listening spasamed uncontrollably.
She played it like a fiddle, stroking it gently, feeling it swell with excitement. 'Oh! Baby, I wonder what Miss Jill, prim and proper would think if she could see you now? In my dress hmm! In my knickers... And don't forget... with this amazing hard-on.'
'Please, please don't.' I plead urgently. The prospect of Jill seeing me in this dress was too awful to contemplate, irrespective of my obvious excitement. 'Stop it, stop it.' I cry.
She smiled in a sinister way.
'I should have got Suzie to invite her so she can see what you're really like.'
No,' I scream. You wouldn't.'
'Of course I won't,' Tracy snapped back.
She laughed. 'From now on, to avoid detection, I want you to behave like a little girl, just like my sister Suzie! I want you to pretend that you really are a girl and you have lots of pretty dresses and panties to wear just like this!' Her very words made my hot blood rush to my cock and it twitched feverishly. My face blushed as I began to get even more excited and once again I was reminded of my full bladder. She sensed my excitement and squealed, her probing hands slipping inside my soft panties. Slowly, ever so slowly she started stroking my throbbing shaft. Initially I thought of the days when we used to date. The great things we did. The superb sex we'd had. But then I began to think like a child. I wanted to laugh and sing. I wanted to show off my pretty dress and skip about the room. I had this irresistible urge to grasp my multi-layered petticoat and hoist my skirts up high giving everyone a sneaky peek at my pretty panties. I shook my head in disbelief and tried to see sense.
'This reminds me of old times,' she says as if reading my mind. 'Don't you miss me?'
I nod. 'Of course I do but I'm seeing Jill now. You know that.'
She squeezes my cock harder and begins to pump it frantically. Again she looked stern. 'Don't know why you see the bitch. She's so stuck up. No fun. You couldn't possibly do this with her could you?'
'That's not fair.' I say, 'You hardly know her.' But as she massaged my growing cock in her panties, my lace underskirts rustling like leaves I knew she was right.
'I know her enough.' she says indignantly.
Suddenly, my bursting cock begins to ooze precum from its tip.
'Hmm!' Tracey moans, 'Who's a naughty little girl.' But rather than pull me off she stops, slipping her perfectly manicured hand from my dampening panties.
'I really shouldn't, should I?' she giggles teasingly.
Naturally I was disappointed but without her tugging on my cock I feel very guilty. I sigh relieved that I hadn't told Jill where I was today. Tracy was right I wasn't sure how Jill would react if she knew I was at my x girlfriends, little sisters Christmas party, dressed in this lavish party dress.
I shook my head trying to clear my head and walked about the bedroom getting accustomed to the dress. Tracy peeled my name tag off my T-shirt and stuck it back on my shoulder.
'I can't wear that,' I shriek. 'Won't that give that give the game away?'
'Nonsense the girls will never no and my Mums very particular about name tags. Haven't you noticed?' She then walks to the window and opens it wide. A cold breeze blasts into the room rustling my petticoats, whistling round my bare thighs sending a shiver down my spine.
'You need to cool down,' she winks.
The party dress felt weird - not an especially happy experience and for the first time I began to wonder if Tracy had a hidden agenda.
For the next few minutes she made me behave like a little girl, teaching me to smooth my skirts under me as I sat, to curtsey, and even speak in a high, girlish tone.
The inevitable happened just as we sat on the floor and Tracy begun painting my fingernails with a sparkly pink and blue polish. The door swung open with a thunderous crash.
'Knock before entering,' bellows Tracy.
'Sorry,' says a pretty blonde girl called Becky and a gaggle of girls behind her laugh. They look at me and smile. 'Excuse us,' Becky says, 'but we're looking for David. We're playing hide and seek. Have you seen him?'
'Can you see him here?' Tracy says angrily shaking her head. 'There's only me and Molly.'
'Hi, Molly,' Becky says entering the bedroom. 'Don't mind if we have a quick look round do you?'
'No,' Tracy says with a laugh and in pile four girls who proceed to race around the room looking for me, opening the wardrobe, looking under the bed and behind the chest of draws. I can't help but smile. Tracy grins. We had them totally fooled and disappointed they soon run out slamming the door shut behind them. We hear them giggle in the corridor and race off. Did we laugh as we heard them run back and forth down the corridor? I almost wet myself.
Of course, they couldn't find me and after about ten minutes, the house fell quite as the search went into the garden. Tracy stood up.
'I'm just going to the toilet. Back in a moment.'
'No, I scream I've got to go first I'm fit to burst.'
'In a minute, you're nails are still wet.
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Keywords: Party, 02, Desire, Ch.,