The Contest Beginnings

by Sarah Bayen

Part Three: Knickers To You Steve

  

We walked back through to the living room from the hall.

"Well before we start," said Nikki, "I think we'd best check on the uniform rules."

"Good idea," agreed Anita. "We don't want them taking points off because we've inadvertently broken some rule or other."

Nikki sat down on one of the armchairs, and Anita and I sat on the settee as before. Nikki retrieved the papers she had been reading earlier, and began sorting them through.

"Here we are," she said, holding three or four sheets, and putting the rest down on the coffee table.

"That's a lot," I observed. "We're bound to break something if they're that complicated."

"It's not that bad," Nikki said. "A lot of these rules are about games stuff, and things like that. We don't need to bother about those."

"No," agreed Anita, "Unless you want to wear the school tennis skirt or something." Both girls giggled at the thought of this.

"No thanks," I said, bluntly. I didn't want to wear any skirt, but the thought of the short white pleated tennis affair that the girls wore made me shudder even more.

"Okay, well let's see what we've got," said Nikki, in a business like manner. "Right, girls,"

"That means you!" exclaimed Anita, giggling again.

"Yes," said Nikki. "Girls should wear either a plain grey or black skirt, or the summer dress, or plain black trousers."

"Well we know from the contests rules that you can't wear trousers!" Anita observed gleefully.

"No, so it's either a skirt or the summer dress."

"I don't fancy the summer dress much," I volunteered, shuddering again. It was a dreadful affair in a strange semi tartan pattern.

"I agree," put in Anita. "I think you ought to have a skirt."

"Me too," agreed Nikki. "But listen to this as well. Hemlines should be modest, and no more than eight inches above the knee, or eight inches below."

"Gosh that's proscriptive!" exclaimed Anita. "I'm not sure if any of mine will be quite like that. Most of mine are short."

"Well the only thing for it is to measure it once it's on. If you pick one of your longer ones Anita, we might just get away with it."

"Well, I'll see what I can do," Anita responded, looking a little worried.

"Okay," said Nikki, looking back at her papers. "Now let's see about his top. Girls should wear either a plain white blouse, and/or a pale blue jumper or pullover."

"Well that sounds okay," said Anita. "I've got plenty of pullovers like that, so I think we're fine there."

"What about a blouse?" asked Nikki.

"Well I don't normally bother with one," Anita observed.

"Me neither." Nikki volunteered. "So perhaps he could do without as well."

"I don't see why not, unless he's going to be upset by not wearing a blouse?" She giggled at looked at me.

"I don't think so."

"Good," said Nikki. "Let's see what else we've got to do. Girls should wear either plain white socks, or stockings or tights in either plain black or flesh colour."

"Excellent!" exclaimed Anita in response. "I've got plenty of tights he can have. We can even make allowances for him laddering a few."

"Oh God," I mumbled. "Couldn't I just wear the socks?"

"No!" said Anita, looking genuinely horrified. "You'll look much too young."

"Yeah," agreed Nikki. "Girls only wear socks until they're about 12 or 13. You need tights at your age."

"Or stockings!" exclaimed Anita, giggling furiously at the idea. I blushed again.

"Well he could do," Nikki agreed. "That would really be something, a boy in stockings and suspenders." They both laughed uproariously again. "I reckon he'd win just on the strength of that!"

"Oh God," I moaned, "Well if it comes to that, I'd rather just have the tights."

"Well we'll see!" exclaimed Anita. "We need to think what suits you best."

"Yes," agreed Nikki. I scowled back at their eager gazes.

"Is there anything else?" Anita asked Nikki.

"Yes. Footwear; girls should wear shoes or boots in either plain black, brown or dark blue."

"Well we've got plenty of school shoes that might do. Or even a nice pair of boots!" Anita volunteered.

"Footwear should have a modest heel of no more than two inches." Nikki continued.

"Oh," said Anita, looking a little concerned. "Well I might have some that would fit that."

"Me too," added Nikki. "But we ought to find out what size he is."

"Yes," agreed Anita. "What size are you Steve?"

"Six," I responded.

"Tut, I'm only a four!" said Anita with genuine disappointment.

"But I'm a six!" Nikki said, triumphantly. "Oh that's good. I was a bit worried about being able to get him shoes that would fit."

"Yes," agreed Anita, her relief showing in her face. "Did you bring any with you?"

"No, but I can easily go back and get some. It'll only take five minutes." Nikki responded.

"Yes. Well is there anything else we need to know about?" Anita continued.

"Well let's see. Yes. It says here that unless specified otherwise, girls are expected to wear clothing that is suitably ladylike and feminine."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Nikki answered. "I suppose it's to stop you, I don't know, wearing boy's shoes or something."

"Could be," Anita agreed. "Is there anything else?"

"There's a bit about make-up and jewellery, but we know that that's been suspended don't we?"

"Yes, the contest rules made that clear." Anita agreed. "Well, I suppose that gives us enough to be getting on with. I'll just pop up to my room and get him the stuff he needs."

"Okay," said Nikki, "and while we're waiting Steve, you might as well start taking some of that stuff off."

"Yes," agreed Anita enthusiastically, as she stood up, and moved towards the door. She hesitated a second, and then left me alone with Nikki while she went upstairs.

"Come on then," Nikki urged me, "take them off!"

Reluctantly I stood up, "Couldn't I wait until Anita's back?"

"No, come on. We've got a lot to get through today. We need to sort you out a formal costume as well as the school uniform remember. The sooner you're out of that boy's stuff the better."

I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, pulled it from my trousers, and then slipped it off.

"Well at least you haven't got a hairy chest!" Nikki observed, obviously pleased with the fact. "Come on, we need your trousers off as well."

I glared at her, and sat back down on the settee. I began unlacing my trainers, one by one, and then took them off.

"That's the idea," Nikki said by way of encouragement.

As I bent down to take off my socks, the hair from the wig fell across my face, and, irritated, I brushed it away. Nikki giggled at my efforts. I slipped my socks off.

"You're very good letting us do this to you," Nikki observed. I looked at her quizzically. "Well, it's not every bloke who would let a couple of girls dress them up like this is it?" I shrugged by way of response, but said nothing. "Come on then, let's have your jeans off as well."

"My jeans?" I asked.

"Yes, you're going to be wearing a school skirt remember!" she reminded me.

"I know, but I'd rather wait until Anita's brought it down. I don't want to sit around without trousers for too long."

"Oh you don't want to worry about that," Nikki said, reassuringly. "We'll need to fit you out with a pair of tights first in any case."

"Or stockings!" Anita added, coming back in the door with a carrier bag full of clothes. "Is everything all right?"

"Yes," replied Nikki. "He's just a bit shy about taking his trousers off."

"Oh you don't want to be shy about that Steve. We're all girls together here, or at least, we soon will be!" The two girls collapsed into fits of laughter at this, which went on for some time.

"Come on Steve," Anita managed to say at last. "Take your jeans off. It'll make things much easier."

Slowly I stood up, and undid the button on the jeans, slowly removing and stepping out of them.

"Steve!" screamed Anita, "Your legs!"

"What's wrong with them?" I asked puzzled.

"Nothing!" she exclaimed. "They're really good!"

"Yes," agreed Nikki. "They're not too hairy at all are they?"

"No," added Anita. "Have you shaved them just for us?"

"No I haven't!" I replied indignantly, "I'm just not all that hairy."

"You can say that again," Anita went on. "My legs are hairier than that. Well, when I forget to shave them anyway."

"And they're a wonderful shape as well," Nikki added, walking around me to get a better view. "Not too fat or too thin."

"No," agreed Anita, "and you've got nice ankles as well. Quite delicate," she added with a giggle. "Are you sure you haven't shaved them?"

"Of course I'm sure," I replied with venom.

"Well you've really got a nice pair of legs then," she concluded. "Perfect for wearing a skirt!"

"Yes," agreed Nikki. "If I had legs like that, you wouldn't catch me in trousers. Ever!"

"Me neither!" agreed Anita enthusiastically. "Those legs are made for a skirt. It's a crime to keep them under wraps all the time."

"Yeah," agreed Nikki, warming to the theme. "It's like those people who have a famous painting, and keep it locked up in the loft where no-one can see it."

"That's right," Anita said, still circling me to view my newly exposed legs. "You really ought to wear skirts more often with legs like that Steve. You owe it to the world!"

"Yes," added Nikki. "It's a gift, having beautiful legs. You shouldn't waste it."

I was blushing furiously at this onslaught. The two girls were grinning broadly at me, and obviously waiting for some response.

"I'm not wearing a skirt!" I hissed, breathlessly, "At least, not except for this contest thing."

"Well that's a shame," Anita responded.

"Yeah," agreed Nikki. "More than a shame, it's a crime!"

"I agree," said Anita. "Still, maybe when you've seen how good you look in one, you might change your mind."

"I doubt that," I mumbled in response.

"I'm a bit worried about those," Nikki said, pointing at my underpants.

"My pants?" I replied. "Why?"

"Well, for a couple of reasons," she began. "First of all, I think they're going to show through your skirt. You know, you'll have visible panty line."

"Oh yes," agreed Anita, "I think you will."

"And they're a bit baggy as well," Nikki continued. "You're not enormous, but I think that your 'thing' is going to make a bit of a bulge at the front."

"Oh yes it probably will," said Anita, looking at me very intimately. "Oh God yes! In a tight skirt it'll look stupid."

"Well I'll wear a loose skirt instead." I suggested.

"No, I've only got tight ones." Anita countered.

"And another thing, although you're not going to like this Steve." Nikki added.

"What won't I like?" I responded.

"Well, I'm not sure they'll fall into the definition of something suitably ladylike and feminine like it says in the uniform rules!"

"Oh God of course they won't," said Anita with horror in her voice. "They'll knock points off if he wears those."

"That's what I was worried about," agreed Nikki.

"Well there's not much I can do about it," I said. "They're the only pair I've brought with me, and the one's I've got at home are much the same. I certainly haven't got anything suitably ladylike or feminine."

"No, but I have," said Anita, quietly.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked.

"I said I have. I've got plenty of suitably ladylike and feminine pants." My mind whirred for a moment. Was I hearing this right? Was Anita really suggesting that I should wear a pair of her knickers?

"Well that would probably be better," Nikki went on. "That way we could be sure he wasn't going to be penalised."

"Yes," agreed Anita. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I hadn't really given much thought to the specifics of what I might have to wear for this contest, but girl's knickers were certainly not part of what I had in mind.

"I'm not wearing girl's knickers!" I blurted.

The two girls stared at me, as if I had said something outrageous.

"But you might get points deducted if you don't," Anita pointed out.

"I really can't see them checking up on my underwear!" I exclaimed. "It didn't say anything about that in the rules of the contest."

"No," began Nikki patiently," but it did say that you'd be judged on how closely you were following the uniform rules."

"That's right," agreed Anita.

"And from what I heard at school yesterday," Nikki went on, "because there's so many contestants, they'll be really strict about it."

"So many contestants," I blurted.

"Yes," went on Nikki. "There's only going to be ten in the final remember, and at the last count, there were over forty entries."

"Forty!" exclaimed Anita, "Blimey!"

"Yes," Nikki continued. "So they'll be looking for every way they can of disqualifying people easily, so they don't have to make difficult choices."

"I can see that," Anita said.

I was stunned. I didn't expect there to be as many contestants as that either, but nevertheless, it didn't do anything to take away my horror at the thought of wearing girl's knickers.

"Well I still can't see them looking up my skirt to check," I said petulantly.

"Well I'm not sure we should take the chance," Anita said, with a worried look on her face. "It's better to be safe than sorry, so I think we ought to go with a pair of mine."

"Yes, " agreed Nikki. I was silent.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about," Anita went on. "You'll be wearing a girl's skirt, and a bra anyway."

"Yeah," agreed Nikki. I flinched. I hadn't thought about having to wear a bra either.

"As well as tights or stockings," Anita went on. "I can't see why knickers make that much difference to you."

"Because," I began, and then ran out of words, "Because they do!"

Anita and Nikki looked at each other and shrugged. "But there's lots of other advantages in wearing girl's knickers anyway," Anita went on.

"Such as what?" I demanded.

"Well," she continued, "like Nikki said, it means we can get rid of any VPL."

"Yes," agreed Nikki emphatically.

"And help stop you bulging out at the front."

"That's right!" said Nikki with emphasis. "And there's another advantage as well."

"What's that?" Anita asked.

"Well, part of the judging for each round is on deportment and stuff like that."

"Yes,"

"Well, to carry that off well, he's got to feel feminine as well as look it."

"Oh that's true!" agreed Anita.

"Now I don't know about you, but I can't see myself feeling very feminine in a pair of pants like those!" she went on triumphantly.

"Oh God no!" agreed Anita. "I certainly know that when I'm wearing nice feminine undies, it makes me feel nice and feminine as well."

"But I don't want to feel feminine thank you very much," I blurted.

"Oh Steve, but you do!" Anita exclaimed.

"Yes, it's essential!" agreed Nikki. "The more you think of yourself as a girl, the better you'll be able to carry this off."

"That's right," added Anita. I was speechless. They had managed to convince themselves that it was perfectly reasonable for me to wear girl's knickers to this contest, and now they seemed determined to prove it to me. I had no answer to their logic, only a deep-seated horror at the thought of having to do it. I shuddered involuntarily.

"I tell you what," said Anita, "let me go and find you some that would be better than what you've got on. Then you'll know what we're talking about."

"Yes, good idea!" agreed Nikki.

Before I could say anything, Anita had run back upstairs. I sat there in silence, brooding on how I could get out of this.

"I don't see why you're so hung up about wearing knickers Steve," Nikki said to me. "They're not that much different to boy's pants. It's not like wearing a bra, that's nothing like what a boy would wear."

"They're just more," I was struggling for the words. "I don't know, they just are."

"Well that's a bit flimsy," Nikki responded. "I think they're essential for the contest anyway."

"Yes but it's not you that's going to be wearing them," I snapped.

"What do you mean?" she asked, obviously affronted. "I wear girl's knickers all the time I'll have you know."

"Well you're a girl." I mumbled.

"And so are you! At least for the purposes of this!"

Anita came back down at this point, carrying a bunch of what were obviously going to be knickers, although I couldn't see them too well scrunched up in her hands. "Here we are then," she announced brightly, "I've sorted out four pairs that would probably do. All you have to do is chose which ones you like best Steve"

"Or dislike least," I mumbled.

She sat down next to me on the settee, and carefully placed the knickers onto the coffee table in front of me. I was horror struck. Each of the pairs was unnecessarily feminine and fussy. I could possibly have coped with a plain cotton pair of girl's knickers, but these were all outrageous.

"Well here we are then. You could have these," she said, picking up the first pair, and holding them out so I could see them.

"They're pink!" I gasped in shock.

"Yes," she agreed, in a matter of fact way, "They're quite sweet really."

"I'm not wearing pink knickers!" I exclaimed. "No way!"

Anita looked at me quizzically for this outburst. "Well they would hold you in quite nicely."

"But they're pink!" I said again. "Pink's a girl's colour."

"And you," said Nikki pointedly, "are supposed to be a girl."

"That's right," agreed Anita.

"Well there's no way I'm wearing pink knickers," I asserted again.

Anita shrugged, "Well okay, what about these? They're blue." She picked up another pair, which were indeed blue; a pale powder blue with three or four rows of lace frills on the front.

"They're nice," volunteered Nikki. "They'd suit you."

"Yes," agreed Anita.

"They're a bit frilly," I said by way of understatement.

Anita held them up higher as if to check. "A bit," she conceded, "but we did agree that the more girly your clothes were, the more girly you'd feel."

"Yeah," agreed Nikki emphatically. "I think you'd feel nice and girly in those!" she giggled at this, as did Anita.

"Do you want to hold them?" she asked me.

"No!" I nearly shouted, and she giggled again.

"Well, if you don't like those, you could always try these!" She put the blue pair down, and picked up a white nylon pair. At first glance they were quite plain, but as I looked further, I saw that there was a pale pink heart embroidered onto the front, and three little rosebuds in the middle of the heart.

"Oh Anita, they're lovely," put in Nikki. "I think he'd look really cute in those!"

"I thought so too," Anita added. "What do you think Steve?"

I stared wide-eyed at her, and then the knickers. What did she expect me to think? They were horrible. "I can't wear those!" I exclaimed.

"Why not?" Anita asked me, innocently.

"Because." again I was lost for words. "Because I can't."

"That's not a very good reason," Nikki pointed out.

Anita shrugged, and put the white knickers back down. "Well the only other ones are these," she said, picking up the last pair. They were basically white nylon as well, but were patterned all over with jolly little flowers in multi colours. I looked closer, and saw that they had no sides, just a front and back. I hated these as well.

"They're nice too Anita," Nikki observed.

"Thanks," Anita responded. "He might look quite good in these as well don't you think?"

"I think he'd look adorable!"

"Do you like them Steve?" Anita asked me.

"Not really," I responded. "I'm not sure flowers are quite my cup of tea."

"But you'd look sweet in them," Anita continued. "You could at least try them on to see!"

"Yes," agreed Nikki. "You could try them on one at a time, so we could decide which ones suited you best!"

"Oh what a great idea!" Anita said, obviously warming to the theme. "Come on Steve, put these ones on first!" She held out the flowery knickers for me to take, but I did not do so.

"I don't want to try any of them on thank you," I replied. "Haven't you got anything a bit less." I struggled to find the right word. "Well, girly?"

"Not really," Anita answered. "Not that would hold you in nice and tight."

"Anyway beggars can't be choosers," Nikki added. "If you're going to borrow a pair of Anita's knickers, you ought to be grateful for whatever she gives you."

"Come on Steve," begged Anita, "try these on. It won't take that long, and it'll be worth it if it means we can make sure you have the perfect knickers."

"Yeah," agreed Nikki.

She proffered the knickers to me again. I hesitated. There seemed no way I was going to get out of at least trying them on. Still, I reasoned, if they saw how ridiculous I would look in the knickers, at least I might get some peace. Slowly, I moved my hand, and took the knickers from Anita. The nylon felt cold and odd in my hand.

"Oh excellent!" Anita enthused. "I'm so pleased Steve!" She leant over and kissed me on the cheek again. I felt myself blush, and hoped that the make-up Nikki had put on me would hide the fact.

"Come on then," urged Nikki. "Get those horrible things there off, and put your new knickers on!"

I looked aghast at the knickers in my hand, with their pretty little flowers looking back at me. Suddenly something else occurred to me. "I can't put them on here. I'm not stripping naked in front of you two."

They both laughed. "What a shy little flower!" Nikki observed.

"It's like we said before Steve," Anita went on, "we're all girls together here. Once you start thinking of yourself as a girl, it won't be a problem any more!"

"No," agreed Nikki.

"I'm not sure I want to think of myself as a girl," I mumbled.

"But you have to!" Anita exclaimed. "So you can carry yourself properly and stuff like that."

"Yeah, deportment!" agreed Nikki.

"Well whatever," I grumbled. "I'm still not stripping naked in front of you two."

Nikki shook her head in disbelief.

"Well I suppose if you really want to," Anita said slowly, "you could put them on out in the hallway. We promise we won't peek!"

"No," agreed Nikki, "at least, if you quick we won't!"

"Is that all right Steve?" asked Anita.

I was crestfallen. I'd rather hoped that my embarrassment at being naked would have led to the whole idea being dropped. Now I had run out of excuses for not putting the knickers on. Still I hesitated.

"Come on Steve. Get them on!" urged Anita, laughing.

"Oh that's good!" exclaimed Nikki. "Like a stripper, only the other way around!" They both giggled.

Slowly I stood up, with the knickers still in my hand, and made my way towards the door. I had been completely outmanoeuvred by the girls on this; there was no way out now. I stepped out into the hall, and shut the door behind me. I looked at the knickers again; the little flowers stared back at me, and I noticed for the first time that the edges had frills on them. I pulled a face. There was nothing for it though, I had to put them on.

I slipped my pants off, and flung them to one side, stopping to sigh. I looked at the knickers again, and shook my head. How had I got myself into this? Gingerly, I bent down, and slipped one leg into them, and then the other. I looked at them as they lay around my ankles in disgust. What would my friends say about this, I wondered ?

Sighing again, I bent down and started to pull them up. They slid past my knees, and up my thighs. Grimacing with embarrassment, I pulled them into place, and stared at myself.

They felt strange; sort of cold, but clammy. I had never worn nylon underwear before. It felt odd too, to have just thin strips of elastic, albeit covered in tiny frills, across my legs. Looking down, my manhood was now covered in pretty little flowers that were holding it tight against my body. I shuddered at the sight and thought of it all.

"Come on Steve," came a voice from the room I had just left. "You must be done by now. Come in so we can see."

"All right," I managed to say. I was dreading this. I walked to the room door, and put my hand on the handle. For a second I could not bring myself to open it, but I knew that this was just delaying the inevitable. Steeling myself, I opened the door, and walked through.

What greeted me was a howl of laughter from Anita and Nikki, which seemed to go on for ever. I blushed furiously again, standing in the doorway, and thought about going back out.

"Oh Steve you look wonderful!" Anita said eventually finding her voice. "Turn around so we can see the back as well!"

"Yes, give us a twirl!" encouraged Nikki.

Reluctantly I did so, giving rise to another chorus of laughter.

"Oh that looks brilliant!" observed Nikki. "With his hair and those knickers you'd think he was a girl from the back already!"

"Yes," agreed Anita, with delight on her face. "Come on in Steve, we won't bite!" she added. I moved a few paces further into the room. Nikki moved around to the side of me.

"Well," she said, looking carefully at me, "it's certainly holding his bulge in a bit better than his pants. It's not perfect, but it's certainly an improvement."

"Oh let me see," Anita insisted. "Yes, you're right. You'd have to be looking to see it wouldn't you? He'd fool most people."

"Yes," agreed Nikki.

"Okay then," said Anita, moving to the coffee table, "Let's try these!" She held up the pink pair she had introduced me to first, and then, walking over to me, placed them in my hand. "Go on then, off to the hallway with you. That's the idea."

I slowly went back out into the hall, and changed from the flowery knickers to the pink pair. When I went back into the room, there were the same squeals of laughter and delight.

"Oh wow Steve, pink is definitely your colour!" observed Anita. "They look a lot better on you than the ever did on me."

Similar reactions met my modelling of the blue pair with frills. This time Nikki took it upon herself to make the observations, between fits of giggling.

"You look really good in those. Nice frilly stuff suits you."

The last pair I tried on were the white ones with the pink love heart. Once I started to put them on, I realised that they were mildly elasticated. This made them even more uncomfortable.

When I walked back into the room, the girls for once were speechless for a moment.

"Oh God Steve you look fantastic in them!" Anita said eventually. "I really think they're the knickers for you."

"Yes," agreed Nikki, taking up her now accustomed position to my side. "They're really holding is bulge in place. You wouldn't know it was there."

"Good!" exclaimed Anita. "Well I don't know about you Steve, but I'd say they were the knickers you ought to have. They're probably the prettiest pair, and they stop you bulging out too much."

"Yes," agreed Nikki, "and because they're smooth we won't have any problem with VPL."

"No," agreed Anita, bending down a little to observe me even more closely. I was shattered with the embarrassment. My fight to avoid wearing knickers had been my last stand, my Waterloo, and like Napoleon I had lost.

The teasing however was relentless. "And I should think you feel quite feminine in them don't you Steve? I know I would." Nikki asked.

"Yes," agreed Anita. "I've never worn them much, they're a bit fussy for me."

"But perfect for a girl like our Steve!" Nikki observed gleefully.

"They're not very comfortable." I mumbled, rather pathetically.

"That doesn't matter," Anita enjoined. "It's entirely worth a bit of discomfort for the effect."

"Yeah," agreed Nikki.

"Well that's settled then. They're the knickers you should have," Anita said triumphantly. "Good. Now we can sort you out with a bra."

  

  

  

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