School's Out
Keywords: School's, Out,
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Steve asked me if I'd like to come to our school reunion. We were both twenty and being schoolmates seemed a long time ago. I agreed before he told me it was fancy dress.
'Your girlfriend, Sally's ok about this?' I ask dubiously. I knew Sally well, not that we got on particularly and she was phenomenally jealous. She would spin into a rage if Steve merely glanced at another woman. And his reputation at school was that of a ladies man.
'She was fine,' he said flippantly.
I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Sally's never fine when it came to other women.
'Honestly.' he said with a broad grin. 'I admit she was a bit jumpy, which is natural but when I said you where coming and it was fancy dress she relaxed.'
I was amazed but delighted that he'd been allowed out, it promised to be a great fun.
That night back from the pub we talked about what we would wear. I still had my school tie and Steve had kept his cap. It was terrific thinking back to our school days. So much had changed and it would be interesting to meet up with our old year. I looked at Steve he had certainly changed. He was now a thickset broad young man of about 18 stone. He worked out regularly in the gym and his muscles and six back stomach was proof of that. I on the other hand hadn't changed much. Admittedly I had grown and put weight on yet I was still the slight, under weight baby faced (some would say effeminate) looking lad I was then. I assumed Steve was joking when he asked if I was going as a schoolgirl. He may have joked but the thought of a short pleated skirt tickling my slender thighs, a semi translucent white blouse on my smooth shoulders and a pair of lace panties on my firm rounded buttocks sent a cold shiver down my spine. I laughed at the thought and Steve laughed too.
'You'd make a pretty school girl.' he said wiping away a tear from his eyes.
That was it. I couldn't think of anything else. It was most peculiar. Every night my mind wandered back to our school days and the uniform we had to wear. But rather than be a boy I was the pretty schoolgirl. I became possessed. Every night I practically rubbed my little cock raw imagining I was wearing our schoolgirl colours. Burgundy. It was if I was there. The short pleated sexy skirt, sheer white blouse, stripped tie and smart blazer fitted me perfectly and I pictured my self not playing roughly with the lads but mingling with all the other young girls - doing what young school girls do best. Chatting about make-up, hairstyles, clothes and boys. The boy bit unnerved me having never had any tendency in that direction before but dressed in my imagination thinking about boys seemed only natural. Night after night I dreamed. Oh! I so much wanted to go as the pretty schoolgirl. This was a problem - I didn't want to tell Steve but felt he wouldn't mind if I did. I just didn't want him to think I wanted to. It was easy to hatch a plan. I ordered a girls uniform off the Internet but made sure it arrived too late to change it.
It was a relatively simple matter buying the various things off ebay and in a few days I had a burgundy tunic, white blouse, stripped green and burgundy tie and blazer. None of the items bar the tie where real school things but they looked very convincing. My only disappointment was the tunic, which was a bit drab. I wanted to find a sexy short matching skirt but though I tried I was out of luck. Steve asked how I was getting on and I told him I'd ordered the necessary but didn't tell him what I ordered.
'You're cutting it fine,' he said. Which of course was the plan. Once ordered my dreams took on a new height. I wasn't always the angelic schoolgirl. Sometimes I became the dirty girl. The dirty girl who showed her knickers to the boys, who let them put their inquisitive hands down my skirt and take me behind the bike sheds.
I didn't have time to try everything on before wrapping everything in a box and sealing it with tape as if unopened from the post. I took it round to Steve's for a dress rehearsal. I wondered what he'd say when I unboxed my things only to find the wrong uniform. With no time to get another I'd have to wear it. I smirked to myself as I rang his doorbell chewing on my favourite gum. He too looked excited.
'Got your stuff?' he asked enthusiastically. I nodded and tapped the box I was carrying. 'Through ebay - arrived today.' I said.
He nods, 'you where lucky,' he jokes and waved me through to the lounge.
'You first,' he said and watched as I tore off the brown paper. As planned I faked surprise and disappointment as I held up the girls tunic.
'Oh no!' I cry picking out the girl's tunic. 'They've sent the wrong outfit,' I said disappointedly. Steve raised an eyebrow in disbelief but I deserved an Oscar as I angrily bundled everything back up and stuffed it in the box.
'Don't worry,' Steve says soothingly. 'What size is it?'
'What does it matter?' I say crossly but nevertheless I looked carefully at the labels despite the fact I knew exactly what size it was.
'Go on try it on.' Steve pressed. 'Why worry its fancy dress. It will be a laugh. You'll look great.'
I disagreed and made a few pitiful reasons why I shouldn't but Steve was remarkably persuasive.
My whole body tingled with expectation yet I felt awkward undressing in front of him and to make matters worse he seemed delighted with my nervousness.
I put the white blouse on first but besides it doing up the wrong way it felt little different from my normal work shirts. The long white socks where strange as I hadn't wore such socks since school. I looked at Steve nervously as I unzipped the tunic, he nodded with approval and I stepped inside while Steve grinned like a Cheshire cat.
'Looking good,' he says as I shuffle the dress around my hips pulling it over my shoulders and feeding my arms through the holes. He slowly zipped my back up and as I felt him click the tiny latch tightly shut a wave of shyness swept over me. I shook my head trying to dislodge any anxiety.
But Steve behaved rather out of character and instead of stepping back he held me by the waist and pulled me towards him. I felt his hot breath against my cheek as his strong arms snaked round my tiny waist like a noose. He gives me an overly affectionate hug and I feel very vulnerable and awkward then as I don't react he spins me around and presses his groin into my backside. I feel the heat from his hardening cock and I jump forward pulling away from his arms. He looks mildly disappointed. Steady on I say laughing but Steve didn't laugh instead he studied me intently as if a painting in a gallery.
'Well?' I say prancing about the room on my tiptoes. 'How do I look?'
'Oh, Not bad, not bad at all.' He says. 'You've got amazing legs and you're hips are stunning. You look as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. You look like an angelic schoolgirl.'
'I do? I said uncertainly. 'Not bad then for a twenty year old.'
'No doubt about it,' said Steve. 'Looks as if you've skipped straight from the playground. The tunic suits you and it fits like a glove.' He stares me straight n the eye and I feel an icy chill sweep over me. 'What a coincidence.' He chirps.
The night had been inclement with an icy wind and Steve's house was cold. Yet even with my legs bare I was far from cold. A glow of pride and excitement warmed my whole body. I feel myself redden as I face a mirror and twist this way and that, keeping my eyes on my body, checking out my appearance from every angle.
I fish for compliments, as I didn't want to go to the fancy dress as a schoolgirl if Steve genuinely didn't approve. 'I'm still not sure,' I said. 'I just don't know what the others will think.'
Steve puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. 'Don't be ridiculous it's a fancy dress not a fashion show. If you looked stupid I would tell you. But you don't - you look great. Remarkably great. If I were still at school I would fancy you myself. The dress hugs your curves and its length shows off your legs' he grins 'actually now you ask I'm not sure about the tunic length - It's quite long.'
I look down at my feminised form and with both hands on my thighs slide the skirt upwards but I get carried away and reveal more leg than I intended. Steve's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. 'You remember that prudish girl. What's her name?... Katherine, in our year.'
I nod.
'You look like her.' I laughed but didn't like the comparison. I wanted to be like sexy Donna the school slut who spent more time in the bike sheds than class, not swotty Katherine who spent every free moment in the library.
I smirked and tried to dismiss his comment but there was something about his stare that unnerved me.
'Show me your costume?' I say. 'What did you buy?'
He beams proudly and as I made us coffee he disappeared upstairs. Moments later I hear a cough behind me. What I saw came as a complete surprise. Framed in the doorway stood Steve not in schoolboy shorts, shirt and blazer but in stern long black trousers, with a swirling black masters' cape and an authentic mortarboard complete with tassel. He was dressed as black as a bat and almost as frightening.
'Late for school again, missy,' he booms and to my horror he pulls a long swishy wooden cane from behind his back like a magician. There was a flash of anger in his eyes.
I laugh. Steve always liked to play the joker but dressed as the quite, submissive schoolgirl I found his stance quite intimidating.
I stop and pull on my socks nervously. 'LAUGH!' he bellows, 'you may well laugh. Your work is sloppy, your attitude disrespectful and your attendance record appalling.' He looks me up and down like a sergeant inspecting his troops and walks around me prodding me hard with his cane disapprovingly.
'You must be mistaken Sir,' I say performing a curtsy with a smirk splashed on my face.
'What? Are you doubting me girl?'
I shake my head and attempt to look as innocent as possible. I giggle girlishly and feel myself blush as he deliberately catches the hem of my skirt with his long cane and slowly hikes it upwards.
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Keywords: School's, Out,