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

School Days ( I didn't write this )

... "There now, you look just adorable, Honey" she said, her hand straightening the flared skirt of the coat. Bending, she gave the boy a little kiss on the cheek and opened the frontdoor. "Come along, sweetheart" beamed Mary, taking the delicately dressed boy's hand and with his skirts bobbing, walked together to the car. Looking back as they drove down the avenue, he could see Carolyn smiling and waving. Just yesterday, he had sat in the same seat, but now, everything was so differnet. Instead of jeans, his legs were now sheathed in smooth white stockings, and despite the weight of the woolen coat, the multi-layered petticoat made his skirt puff up all around him. He felt he was sitting on a cushion of frills, his ornately trimmed panties only adding to the froth of his skirts. Folding his gloved hands on his lap, he looked over to Mary. She smiled down at him; "Don't look so nervous, dear. No one is going to recognize you now." They drove on, heading down the shaded boulevard toward the academy. "I'm sure we'll find your suitcase, but it will be so much of a shame; you look so pretty as a girl." Blushing, the boy lowered his eyes in embarassment. "Really dear, you should have been born a girl; wearing pretty dresses is only half the fun." The gates of the school came into view. "You'ld better let me do all the talking, dear. We wouldn't want you to give yourself away." Christopher froze in his seat. "Oh God" he thought to himself, wishing that he could somehow become ...

... invisable. The large iron gate was shut, so Mary pulled up and stopped just in front and got out. Seeing a lone priest working in the garden, she called to him. The boy recognized him as Father Patrick, one of the older faculty members who was more or less retired now and spent most of his time tending the grounds. "Father, I'm Mrs. Alexander and one of your students is staying with me over the holiday. It seems we left without his suitcase. Did you happen to come across it in the driveway last evening?" "I'm afraid not; I was just up that way a little bit ago." "I brought my neice along with me in the car; would it be an inconvenience if we came in and looked for just a minute?" Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. "Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women." The boy couldn't overhear the conversation but noted the look of surprise on Father Patrick's face. "Well, is it possible you could ask one of the other fathers if they might have come across it?" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Alexander, everyone else is away for the weekend now." Mary interupted "Oh, don't worry then Father; I'm sorry we bothered you. I'm sure somehow we'll make due. Happy Thanksgiving." Christopher noticed the woman smile as she turned and returned to the car, waving to the priest as he toddled away back to his gardening. "Is something wrong? Won't they let us look for it?" he asked her nervously. "It seems it definitely against the ...