School Days ( I didn't write this ) - Sex Stories

School Days ( I didn't write this )

... low-heeled pumps. The front of each was decorated with a pink satin bow. Still kneeling, Carolyn took the shoes and slipped them on the boy's feet. "Oh, those are darling, Christine." she said as standing, she looked down at the pretty little shoes. "It's fortunate Christine and Susan are almost exactly the same size; our little girl will certainly have quite a wardrobe from which to choose" beamed Mary. Checking the length of the dress hanging from the closet door, Carolyn remuged thru the back or the closet and shortly reappeared, a shiny slip in her hand. Though somewhat short like the dress itself, the skirt was very full. Constructed of multiple layered taffeta and edged in delicate lace top and bottom, it rustled deliciously as she lowered it over the boy's upstretched arms. Together, with the lad sandwiched between them, Carolyn and Mary adjusted the thin shoulder straps until it hung perfectly, the smooth bodice hugging his chest and the frothy skirt tickling his thighs. "Don't you just adore this wonderful petticoat, honey?" Mary asked, giving the skirt a shake. An almost impercepticle moan escaped from their charge's lips as the loud frou-frou and the silken touch of the lace brushing his nylon sheathed thighs seemed to envelope him in a kind of soft cloud. Taking him by the hand, Carolyn again led the boy to the vanity where, after showing him how to sit properly in a skirt, she turned him away from the mirror. "It's time we fixed your face, dear" the maid said ...

... taking a broad bib-like cape and tying it around the boy's neck and shoulders. "Just wait till I'm thru with you, Christine; you won't even recognize yourself". After a few minutes, the change was remarkable. Eyeshadow, a bit of mascara, and blush had served to remove any hint of boyishness. Lastly, lifting the youngster's chin gently, she brought a tube of lipstick close. "Purse your lips for me, sweetheart" she asked, and after responding with a coquettish pout, she coated his lips with a pinkish gloss. "Excellent" complimented Mary; "a little touch up with the curling iron and our little Chrissy will be perfect". Still facing away from the mirror, the boy sat quietly while Carolyn brushed and curled what had been longish hair for a boy. After looking thru a small drawer in the dresser, Mary approached with two matching satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a pretty bow on either side of his head, both women smiled. Still beaming, they pulled their guest to his feet. "Don't look yet, Hon" instructed Mary, "let's slip your lovely dress on first." Taking the pink satin smock from its hanger, Carolyn directed the now petticoated boy to raise his arms carefully. Watchful of his makeup and new hairdo, the women lowered the beautiful garment over his head and outstretched arms. They fussed and primped, tugging it down gently until it settled over the fluffy petticoats. After fastening the row of buttons up the back, the maid removed a long sash from the ...