It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time
by Julie
It was Friday, October 18, 1970, and the day after a group of us boys staged a panty raid on Merrill Hall, a "sister" girl's dorm. My friend Craig and I were discussing the raid, girls, and our "prizes" from the raid when I suggested that, with the help of our newly achieved items, we might be able to slip into the girl's dorm and wander around undetected. We laughed about it, letting our imaginations run wild, when a couple girls we were friends with came over to say hi. When they casually asked what we were doing, we jokingly told them of our half-baked plan. To our surprise they light-heartedly dared us to do it. So after some giggling and joking, the four of us decided we should see if Craig and I could actually pass as girls.
Now, unlike the girl's dorms, which were more strictly controlled, it was ok for girl's to come up to our rooms before 9 PM, so up to our room we went; and with a little help, and some giggling, from Colleen and Jenny, Craig and I put on the bras we had obtained from the panty raid. Craig's was a plain white cross your heart style with a flower in the middle, and a 36 C cup, however mine was a pretty, blue satin model with white lace upper cups and a blue ribbon bow and a 36 A. The girls helpfully stuffed a pair of Craig's heavy gym socks into his bra cups, but Jenny only took a few tissues from her purse to stuff mine. We selected the nicest sweatshirts we could find to put on, and then Jenny and Colleen brushed and combed our longish hair into more girlish styles, and pulled lipstick, mascara, eye-shadow and blusher to make us look more feminine. The four of us laughed as Craig and I looked in the mirror, but we agreed we didn't make bad looking girls.
"You might be able to pull it off in the dark of evening but you are going to need some better tops and girl's jeans or slacks or skirts!" Jenny laughed.
"No no skirts!" Craig and I chimed.
"We'll see what Colleen and I can find for you. You uh 'boys' stay here till we get back."
Craig and I kidded around and talked about whether either of us had the guts to go through with it but then we both had our eye on a pretty girl or two that lived in Merrill Hall and would love to see MORE of them. Despite our better judgment popping it's head up from time to time, it still seemed like a good and titillating idea.
By the time Craig and I were just beginning to see the ridiculous nature of our proposed adventure, Jenny and Colleen returned.
Colleen carried a large sack, and began pulling clothes from it as soon as she entered.
"Here, you 'boys' will need to put these on first and then these." Jenny giggled.
Jenny held two pairs of panties and two control briefs up.
"What? No I'm not wearing those." I protested.
"Look you are going to wear girls slacks. You can't wear boy's briefs under them. Girls will see that right away. Of course you might get away with your boy's underwear if you wear skirts."
Craig and I looked at each other, and accepted the girl's underwear. We had the girls step out for a second as we pulled the panties and briefs on, followed by the girl's jeans with the embroidered flowers on the pockets. The girls were all smiles and giggles when we let them back in; and then they produced two rather plain looking girl's sweaters for us to wear, and two pair of low cut girl's sneakers.
"Oh yes! That's MUCH better!" Jenny squealed.
Jenny and Colleen fussed over us, fixing our hair and freshening our makeup, finishing with powder from a compact.
"I wish we had more time so we could set your hair in curlers, and fix your hair better." Colleen sighed.
"Ok you guys excuse me I mean you 'girls' are ready, I guess." Jenny giggled. "Are you really going to go into Merrill Hall?"
I looked at Craig, and he looked at me.
"Yes let's do it." I announced.
It was now 8:25 PM, and was quite dark out.
Craig and I, followed by Jenny and Colleen, stepped out into the hall. We walked down the hall to get to the stairway, and attracted some looks from two boys we passed. We heard a wolf whistle and calls from a boy down at the other end of the hall.
"Slow down take shorter steps, you .. uh .. 'girls'." Jenny whispered.
The four of us descended the stairs passing four more boys headed upstairs.
"Hey girls whatcha doin tonight? Can I interest you in showing you my room?" One boy called.
"Nice sweaters girls. No need to run off. Can we talk about this?" Another pleaded.
"Sorry boys gotta run." Colleen called.
Our confidence level increasing, we kept walking, and passed through the lounge without drawing too much attention, just a few looks.
So far we had not been detected as boys, and it felt exhilarating as we walked toward Merrill Hall. Jenny had to caution us again to take shorter strides.
"You are both going to have to try and walk more like girls or they will spot you for sure." She warned.
I started getting nervous and excited as we approached the girl's dorm, and looked over at Craig. He looked as nervous as I was, but smiled. We had gone this far, no time to turn back now.
Colleen and Jenny walked with us right up to within 10 feet of the front door of Merrill Hall.
"Ok 'girls' you are on your own. Be careful, and don't stay too long. Call us when you get back." Jenny said.
I took a deep breath, continued walking, and Craig and I went through the front door, and walked slowly through the girl's lounge. There were about 5 or 6 girls sitting in the lounge, and they paid little attention to us.
We started up the stairs and my excitement and nervousness increased with each stair step up.
As Craig and I started down the hall on the second floor, two girls walked ahead of us. One was in her bra and panties, and the other in her bra and skirt. We walked slow, taking every opportunity to peer past any doors that were open or ajar. We passed by a room where one girl was helping her roommate with her hair. The standing girl's bra was sheer, and her brown nipples were clearly visible. It was a good thing Jenny had made us wear control briefs as I was getting excited.
Craig and I were both smiling and drooling as we came to the end of the second floor hallway and started up to the third floor.
As we started down the third floor hallway, three girls approached. Two were unfortunately fully dressed, but the third wore a white half-slip, slippers, and nothing else. She was carrying her bra, and kind of just fiddling with it in her hands. She had smallish breasts, but well shaped with upturned nipples totally astounding.
One of the girls spoke.
"Hi girls", she called.
"Hi", I returned as softly and high-pitched as I could.
I blushed slightly, aware of my ogling her breasts.
One of the girls turned to watch us walk past them down the hall.
Further down the hall another three girls emerged from a room. One was in her full slip with bra, stockings and girdle. They looked at Craig and I curiously as we approached. When we were within just a few feet of them the girl in her slip shrieked!
"Eeeeeeek . They're boys!!!!" She screamed, covering her lacy bust.
Craig and I looked at each other, and took off running to the end of the hall. Unfortunately there were five girls just reaching the top of the stairs, two of whom were pretty large. We veered up the stairs toward the fourth floor. Panicked, we raced down the hall to get to the stairway on the other side, causing a few more shrieks from some of the girls we passed. At the end of the hallway a group of girls stepped out, and Craig and I took an abrupt turn into a large area the girl's study hall. We looked around for an exit. By the time we turned to retreat, the entrance was blocked with a dozen girls.
"What the shit do you guys think you're doing?" A somewhat angry looking girl demanded.
She was athletic looking; and as she glared at us waiting for an answer she was joined by two more girls, one on each side of her, who were larger, and just as athletic looking Phys. Ed majors no doubt.
"I'm going to get Mrs. Kreiger." One of the girls said.
There was a short silence before the girls began murmuring amongst themselves; and then the athletic looking girl, her name turned out to be Tara, called out.
"Wait Laura! Let's see what these guys have to say for themselves first."
Tara, as well as the other girls, were dumfounded, and voiced their anger when it was drawn out of Craig and I that nobody had put us up to it. It wasn't a fraternity initiation, or even a dare, but that we had just taken it upon ourselves to peep on the girls.
The girls left three of the larger girls to watch us as they retreated to talk about what to do about us. It was a fairly long time, maybe 30 or 40 tortuous minutes, before Tara and some of the other girls returned.
"Well I managed to talk Laura and several of the other girls into not turning you in to Mrs. Kreiger and the campus police. You could get into some serious trouble! You know you can get expelled for this? As much as I think you might deserve it, I just can't take the chance they'd expel you and you'd lose your deferment, and they'd ship you to Vietnam." Tara fumed. "If it wasn't for that I'd let them burn your damn chauvinistic butts!"
There was a pause of a couple minutes before Tara continued. I thought Tara was being overly melodramatic, but she made her point. I guess it was possible Craig and I could be in a lot of trouble.
"So you boys like to dress up as girls, huh? Well, you should have did a better job of it." She sneered sarcastically. "Well we girls are going to be nice, and help you do a proper job."
With that the large group of girls ushered us down the hall to their lavatory. Craig and I were in a state of shock as they herded us past the rows of sinks to stand in front of the shower stalls.
"First things first. Girls should be totally clean and smooth. So off with those clothes girls, and into the showers." Tara ordered.
Craig and I looked at the fifteen or so girls glaring at us, and slowly began disrobing.
"Oh pretty bra uh .. what's your name?" Tara asked as my sweater came off.
"Tom", I replied.
"I don't think so." Tara laughed. "It's more like Theresa."
"And you, what's your name?" Tara asked.
"Craig", He answered.
"No sweetie your name is Chrissie." She laughed.
The girls giggled as we shed our jeans, control briefs and finally our panties.
"Oh, and panties too! ' pretty panties, girls." Tara teased.
The other girls laughed, and giggled to each other about our choosing to wear panties instead of boy's briefs.
"Off with your pretty panties too 'girls'." Tara jeered.
"Oh would you look at those legs! We need some razors for our girls. They can't wear dresses with hairy legs like those!" Tara scoffed.
It was embarrassing as Craig and I peeled our nylon panties off to stand naked before the girls. Several of the girls looked at our naked condition unabashed and voyeuristically, content to turn the tables on us spying on them.
The girls produced soap, shampoo and conditioner, followed by razors and shaving foam.
"Shave those legs good and close and those underarms too, girls. You better shave those arms too. You two girls are a mess! We may need more razors."
It took Craig and I, with some coaxing and threats, nearly an hour before we came out of the shower totally shaved. The girls gave us towels, and we were then taken to one of the girls' rooms. We were given lotion to apply over our legs and arms, and Tara and two other girls took delight in applying deodorant to our underarms. It stung!
My blue satin bra was returned to me, but Craig was given a prettier white bra with some lace. The girls teased as we slipped them up our arms, and struggled to fasten them behind our backs; and then the girls slipped foam falsies into our bra cups. We were given fresh panties with lace trim. Mine was pink with two white ribbon bows. Full sized heavy girdles were then produced for us to pull on.
We were sat on chairs as the girls fussed over us. Finally, two girls showed up with home permanent kits. As the girls made ready to give us permanents, two other girls began filing our fingernails, and applying red nail polish to our nails.
"What about their toenails?" A girl asked.
"Not yet", Tara replied.
We looked down at our bright red fingernails as the girls finished putting the permanent solution on our tightly rolled hair.
"Now let's see what we can do with those Neanderthal eyebrows." Tara cracked.
"Ow!" Hey, that's enough!" I cried, after a girl had plucked about ten of my eyebrow hairs.
"Oh, don't be silly, girl. You wanted to look like girls? Well, fine, you are going to be a very feminine looking young lady when we get finished. You won't have any trouble passing for a girl when we get through with you. You'll be pretty 'girls' when we take you on a shopping trip to buy your own pretty dresses and lingerie tomorrow." Tara declared.
I felt the blood drain from my face. Despite the forced shaving of legs and arms I hadn't grasped the full extent of their plans for us. They were going to permanently change our appearance into very girlish, feminine ones, and take us out in public. I squirmed in the chair, and Rhonda yanked my head back, holding it still for the girl to continue plucking.
I was nearly brought to tears, not only from my eyebrows being plucked, but the thought of the permanent-ness of it all. Another girl had to take over when the first girl's fingers got tired from tweezing.
When the girls were through, the other girls were shown the result; and their giggling and squeals, as well as the soreness of my brow, left little doubt that my eyebrows were now arched slivers of femininity.
Our hair was now taken down, and we were ushered to the sinks in the restroom to rinse, and then our hair was put in curlers again. The girls rolled our hair up tautly, and it hurt to have my hair pulled so tightly.
The girls produced girlie, long, pink, flowered nighties for us, and we were put into separate beds in one of the rooms. The girls tied our wrists to each side of the bed with scarves, and a couple of the girls kissed us goodnight before turning out the lights.
"See you pretty 'want-to-be girls' in the morning. You have some girlie shopping to do Saturday."
"Tom I think we screwed up."
"You think ?" I replied.
"Does your head hurt?" I asked.
"Yeah, how do you suppose girls sleep in curlers?" Craig inquired.
"I don't know."
When morning arrived I looked over at Craig. I would have laughed if I didn't know I looked just as girlish. The girls had plucked his eyebrows into thin, feminine crescents as well. We were going to look pretty funny for months to come.
"Good Morning, how are our new girls doing?" Tara asked as she and several other girls came in.
"Theresa Chrissie, you didn't bring any money with you. You girls need to call over to your friends and have them bring you $100 each. We have some shopping to do for you today." Tara said as the girls untied our wrists.
"I uh don't uh I don't think I have a hundred dollars." I protested.
"Well you better borrow it from your friends then. You'll each need to get $100 over here in one hour or there are other girlie things we can do besides shopping. Do you girls know what a bikini wax is? And that's just for starters."
We were escorted down the hall in our pink nighties to the phone. We took turns calling our dorm, and had our friends go into our room to get the money to bring over to deliver to Elizabeth in the lounge.
Several girls then took us back to the room where they evaluated our faces. Ginger applied Nair to a couple areas of my face to remove a little hair. As we waited, the girls at last released our hair from the tight curlers and brushed and combed our head full of curls. After the Nair was washed from our face the girls had us strip, and had us dress in fresh, dainty, pink, lace-trimmed panties, fresh lacy, white bras, and our heavy girdles again before presenting us with a bottle of red nail polish.
"Ok girls, you are to paint each other's toenails. We'll be back in 10 or 15 minutes to finish getting you ready." Nancy stated.
Craig and I looked at each other after the girls shut the door. This was so humiliating. We talked a short time before we decided we had better do as they directed. I started in, sitting on the floor in a bra and girdle painting Craig's toenails red. It felt so completely embarrassing and alien. Having Craig paint my toenails didn't feel any less embarrassing and strange. He was still working on my toenails when the girls returned. They laughed.
They had Craig sit on a chair the same as me while they started in making up our faces while one of the girls finished painting my toenails. We each got the full makeover: liquid makeup, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, eyebrow pencil, blusher, powder and topped off with bright red lipstick.
It was very intimidating to not only have girls fuss girlishly putting their makeup on you, but to also be faced with such frilly, angelic white lingerie hanging in waiting for the girls to dress you in.
Rhonda, a large athletic looking girl, came in with nylon stockings for us as Tara and Sandy finished painting our lips red.
"You girls are going to buy Rhonda new stockings to replace these, and you'll replace the permanents you used as well. Oh yes you both have so much shopping to do." Tara exclaimed.
Gina and Sandy slid the sheer stockings on our legs, attaching the silken tops to the garters on our girdles. The nylons felt surprisingly nice, quite smooth and silky, encasing my smooth-shaven legs and they looked so girlie, especially with the white ribbons that covered my garters.
Tara and Sue brought in several pair of shoes. After trying different pairs, they chose black flats with a strap over the instep for both Craig and me. They had a slight heel, enough that they felt girlishly different from any other shoe I had worn.
"Ok girls, let's show the dorm how sweet and how nice you look in your pretty underwear. After all, you wanted to see us girls in our undies, didn't you?" Tara exclaimed.
Craig and I were led down the hall to the giggles and squeals from the girls who peeked out from their rooms at us. Although embarrassed, I resisted the urge to put my hands with my pink-tipped fingers up to try and cover my girlie bra and girdle. The girls led us down the stairs to the second floor, and we were paraded down the length of this floor as well, as a few girls whistled at us like boys do to girls. We got to the opposite stairway, and there was some teasing about taking us down to the lounge so a few boys could see us in our feminine undies, before the girls took us up the stairs and back to the room.
Two, snow-white, full slips waited for us, and the girls slipped them on Craig and I. The bodices of the slips had the most incredible, feminine lace; and I squirmed at how much more delicate and girlie Craig and I now looked.
The girls brought in several blouses, skirts, and dresses to hold up to us.
The girls chose similar white blouses with lace-trimmed collars, and straight skirts for Craig and me. My skirt was a pink floral, while Craig's was a blue and green print.
The girls produced purses for us. Mine was a smallish black purse with a gold chain. The girls put lipstick, compact, mascara, and tissues in them. Elizabeth arrived with the $100 cash for each of us to put in our purses; and then Tara returned with a handful of Tampax and a Kotex pad each to fill up both our purses.
"If you girls decide to misbehave we can find a use for these." Tara threatened.
Craig and I looked at each other. Boy, had we screwed up!
There was only one small consolation. The girls had done a thorough job on us. Craig looked totally like a girl; and I imagined I did too. When the girls took us out shopping it was doubtful we'd be recognized as boys dressed as girls as long as we acted like girls, and the girls didn't announce it.
We were led out into the hall, and girls from the dorm were invited to come see how the boys that invaded their privacy looked all dressed up for their shopping trip.
I felt the constriction of my girdle and nylon encased legs, as well as the band around my chest under my feminine blouse and skirt, and had a sudden appreciation of what it was like for girls.
"Ok boys, you wanted to dress up as girls well, now that we've helped make you more presentable, we'll also help you shop for your very own dresses. You're going to make very sweet-looking coeds." Tara teased.
Tara and the girls escorted us down the hall to the stairs. As we moved along, one of the girls slipped sweaters over our shoulders, and handed us silky, floral print scarves.
"It's slightly chilly out. You'll need these." She said.
They were soft cardigans. Mine was pink with white pearl buttons. Craig's was white with an embroidered bust.
Most of the girls wore slacks, and either sweatshirts or blouses with light jackets, making Craig and I stand out as the sissy girls of the group.
The group of us flowed past the girl's lounge causing the few girls there to smile. I figured every girl in the dorm was probably aware of what was being done to the two peeping toms that had invaded their territory.
One of the girls held the front door as we went out; and we moved toward the parking lot. Craig was ushered into one car, while I was pushed into the back seat of another; and both cars were filled up with girls: three in front and four of us scrunched in back. The girls fussed over my blouse and skirt as we drove, giggling over my feminized condition. Jill tied my silky scarf around a strap of my purse to carry; while Carrie, who hadn't seen us getting dressed, lifted my skirt to examine my slip and the edge of my girdle.
"Oh pretty slip, Theresa, and a nice, serious girdle too." She giggled.
We stopped for a traffic light, and people were passing in front of our car, including some boys. I was red-faced as I pushed Carrie's hand away, and my skirt down.
"What's the matter? Don't you want the boys to see your pretty underwear?" Carrie giggled.
"Oh, but you wanted to see us half-naked in OUR bras and panties, didn't you?" Gina groused.
We arrived at a large plaza, and parked in front of Horne's, a large department store.
Sharon and Carrie smoothed my blouse and skirt when I got out, while we waited for the other car full of girls to park. The large group of us then headed for the store.
The first area we came to was the misses department, filled with dresses, skirts and blouses. The girls scoured for feminine dresses for me in size 10/12, and with four dresses for me and five for Craig, we headed for the changing room.
It looked like quite a circus as all 12 girls wanted to go in with Craig and I to "help". I was "helped " out of my skirt and blouse, and into a pink chiffon dress with a lace edged collar and ruffles down the front. Craig was put into a red rose print dress; and we had to parade around in front of the changing rooms for all the girls to express their opinions.
As I was led back to try on the next dress I got my first good look at myself in a full-length mirror. The image took my breath away, and I fluttered my eyelashes and raised my hands with red-tipped fingers over my chest to make certain it was actually my image I was seeing. I looked completely feminine all made up, in curls, and with the most slender, girlie eyebrows. My first thoughts were of shock and dismay but my second thought was that I would now be able to walk into any girl's dorm or locker-room without fear of detection; but then my second thought was quickly over-ridden by fear of what Tara and her friends would do if they found out I spied on half-dressed girls again. As the girls put me into the next dress I couldn't believe I had seriously thought of invading another girl's dorm; and my thoughts turned back to my immediate dilemma of how Craig and I were going to get back to male mode again without looking like girls in boy clothes.
After modeling each of the dresses for the troupe of girls out in front of the changing rooms, the girls made their choices. A pretty, cream dress with small pink rose print was selected for me in silky rayon. It had narrow ruffled lace edged collar and a ruffle across the bust. It had self-ties that made a bow in back, and had a full, flared skirt. Craig's dress was blue with white lace accents. His had short, sheer, puffy, lace-trimmed sleeves, while mine had long sleeves with dainty, ruffled cuffs.
We were escorted up to the cashier by the girls, and directed to pay for our sissy dresses. Craig's face turned beet red like mine as we opened our purses and had to dig to the bottom, past the Kotex and tampons, to retrieve the money. The feminine products overflowed from our purses, and we both had to hold some of the tampons in one hand while digging with the other. The girl clerk smiled wryly at me.
I was told my dress was a bargain at $32.95 as our large group migrated over to the shoe department.
"May I help you ladies?" The male clerk inquired as the girls looked over the shoes on display.
"Yes", Tara interjected. "Theresa and Chrissie here would like some new pumps."
I gasped; and my face burned red as I was escorted over to sit.
"What size. Miss?" The clerk asked.
"Um 8 ½ isn't it?" Tara asked.
I nodded.
"And you, Miss?" He inquired of "Chrissie".
"Nine", Came the reply.
The clerk showed us several selections, and Tara and the girls chose selected styles for us to try on. The clerk looked a little askew at other girls speaking for us, but went to retrieve the pairs.
It was embarrassing to have this man unbuckle my shoes and slip my shoes off and shoehorn a pair of black pumps with a bow on the toes onto my nylon encased feet. Tara and Rhonda helped me stand, and steadied me as I took the first shaky steps.
"You haven't worn heels before?" The clerk asked, perplexed.
"No, they have managed to avoid these male imposed, female fashion torture devices up till now." Tara exclaimed.
The clerk was left speechless.
The other girls frowned a bit at Tara, and her demeanor changed to one of sweetness.
"Let's try the ankle strap ones now." She suggested.
I watched Craig wobble in his pumps as the black, patent leather, ankle strap shoes were slipped on my feet and the strap buckled around my ankle. I was again helped to my feet to attempt to walk.
"These have a 2 Ύ" heel. The others were 2 ½ ". How do those feel?" The clerk asked.
"They look very attractive on you, Miss." He complimented, sneaking glances down at the front of my blouse, which was now pulled taut at my chest as the heels thrust my padded bust forward.
"They are a little tight." I replied, looking down over my more pronounced chest.
"Of course", Tara said, to some scattered giggles from the other girls.
I was seated again, and Tara and Gina poked at my feet through the shoes to test their fit.
"They seem to fit pretty well. New shoes are always tight. They will stretch a bit with wear." Tara commented. "She'll take them."
The clerk smiled, and started to remove my shoes to put them in the box.
"No, she'll wear them." Tara exclaimed.
The pumps with the bow on the toes were selected for Craig.
The pumps were on sale for $25, and it was even more embarrassing as I opened my purse to pay the male clerk, although the money was no longer at the bottom. As I accepted the $5 change Tara whispered in my ear.
"Freshen your lipstick, Theresa dear."
My face burned as I had to delve into the bottom of my purse to find the tube of lipstick. The male clerk tried not to notice the tampons in my hand, as the girls tittered around me.
Craig and I moved more tentatively, and with much more difficulty now as our group of "girls" filtered over to the stocking bar. Three pair of silky, sheer stockings each were selected for Craig and I, and we then toddled off to the cosmetic area, where some of the girls forgot about Craig and I for a little while as they browsed through the cosmetics for themselves. It was short-lived however, as Tara and Gina held up shades of lipstick to us. They found even brighter shades of red lipstick, and Craig and I were each directed to purchase a tube of new lipstick. Right after we paid for them the girls had us wipe off our lipstick with a tissue and apply the new, brighter shade, as they smiled with approval.
My feet were already beginning to hurt as we tottered from the store; and the girls giggled at our slow, deliberate, shaky steps in our new pumps.
We turned right, and walked down the sidewalk of the plaza. I was disappointed to find we were not headed directly back to the car; and then I silently gasped as I saw the store sign hanging over the covered sidewalk: "Bridgette's Lingerie Boutique"
The window of the lingerie boutique displayed a multitude of bras, girdles, slips and panties; and the girls were exuberant as we all filed into the store.
What greeted Craig and I was a sea of white, lacy, intimate femininity. To the right as we walked in were female torsos displaying full foundation type garments including corset-type garments with their garters and glistening white ribbons dangling from the bottom. To the left were lacy white bras displayed on headless busts; and straight ahead was an ocean of white lace and nylon. It was the type of store males fearfully avoided, and would not enter, not even with their wives or fiancιes. My stomach twisted, and my newly shaved skin crawled at the frightening prospect of what Tara and the girls were going to make us try on and purchase for ourselves.
The shopkeeper smiled with anticipation at the large group of "girls" entering her store, but was busy assisting a woman and her two teenage daughters.
"Oh Theresa and Chrissie, you need some new bras; and we'll be happy to help fit you with the perfect, pretty bra." Tara chortled.
The girls began picking up bras, and examining their feminine details. Several were presented by different girls for Craig and I to try on; and Tara and Sandy carried several bras as they ushered us back to the changing room.
There were only two rooms in this small boutique and they were both occupied. Tara looked around, smiled, and began taking my blouse off right there in front of the changing rooms; and the other girls followed her lead by removing Craig's blouse as well. Our slip straps were pushed off our shoulders, and our lacy slip tops dangled over our skirts as the girls removed our bras. I was fitted with one of the new lacy, padded bras and was told to turn around several times to give all the girls an opportunity to offer their opinion. Several of the girls tugged and adjusted the bra on me, testing it's fit. Rhonda suggested we take our skirts and slips off, and Craig and I soon found ourselves in the open area of the boutique in just our bra, girdle, nylons and heels.
Both of the women in the dressing rooms emerged just as the first bra I tried on was removed to try on a second. A gasp came from one of the women as she looked at my flat chest, and soon there was a murmur throughout the store.
The shopkeeper soon arrived to see what the commotion was about as the girls tugged at and adjusted the second bras Craig and I tried on. Tara spoke to the lady in hushed tones, and a moment later the lady let out a squeal of pure delight.
Soon the other patrons were looking on inquisitively at the two of us standing outside the changing rooms in our bras and girdles. The women whispered to the girls around us, and several more giggles and squeals permeated the store. By the time Tara unclipped my bra to slip on a third, the whole store knew the two "girls" trying on bras were really boys, and they looked on with fascination. There was laughter and giggles as I was fitted with another pretty bra; and I heard whispers and tittering comments about our completely shaved bodies and shaped, feminine eyebrows. The two teenagers with their mother who were looking at bras when we came in were particularly tickled at the sight of two boys in such feminine intimates, and squealed and giggled loudly.
"It looks like we have a couple of delightful models with us today." The lady shopkeeper announced. "Let's give them a nice hand of encouragement."
The shop resounded with applause, and then giggles and laughter, led by the girls from the dorm. Craig and I blazed with embarrassment.
The shopkeeper whispered with Tara again.
"Our pretty models are Theresa and Chrissie and Theresa is wearing a pretty, Warner, padded bra with lovely feminine detailing on her bright satin cups. The cotton/ satin blend straps add added comfort and the double back closure assures a nice snug fit. It is one of our more popular padded bras, and is sure to add a good cup size to her pretty figure. Doesn't she look nice, ladies?" The shopkeeper announced, now standing beside me making minor adjustments to my bra.
"Oh and Chrissie here is in our standard circle stitch padded cotton bra with a pretty, feminine bow detail. The adjustable straps and sturdy construction makes for a good fit, and the classic circle stitch cups gives us that wonderfully pronounced look under sweaters, as well as our blouses and dresses. Chrissie will be sure to attract attention wherever she goes in her Playtex, circle stitch bra." She declared as she led Chrissie out toward the middle of the room full of customers.
The shop lady pounced, and took full advantage of this amusing situation, and her women customers were held in complete fascination. More bras were produced for Chrissie and I to model, and for the lady to describe; and each time our bras were removed to reveal our flat, male chests the women laughed and squealed with amusement.
By the time we were fitted with our sixth bras the boutique had filled to capacity as more women came in to see what the crowd and laughter was all about; and the store was abuzz with feminine voices.
When all the padded and semi-padded styles had been exhausted, one of the women patrons suggested what we really needed was a training bra, and held one aloft. This was met with shrill squeals of approval and laughter as Tara gleefully helped me into the cute beginner's bra.
"Theresa looks so sweet in her 'Very First Bra' by Maidenform. She'll be the envy of all her young girlfriends, from the delicate lace detailing to the darling little embroidered flower between her lightly fiber-filled, lacy, double A cups." The lady's sales pitch continued.
Tara and the other girls were in stitches, and tears of laughter streamed down some of their cheeks as Craig and I were paraded around in front of the overflowing room full of women in our sweet training bras, girdle, stockings and heels. We had now moved to the center of the store from the back, and the only thing preventing people passing in front of the store from seeing us in our embarrassing, feminine unmentionables was the crowd of ladies.
"Fix your stockings, girls." Tara instructed.
Craig and I were forced to tug at the top of our nylons as the women and girls giggled.
It was two hours later before we paid the lady for our new bras. I bought, and wore the Warner with the padded satin cups, and Craig bought and wore the circle stitch Playtex. Many of the women watched with interest as we were dressed in our beautiful laced full slips and new dresses; and they complimented us on what attractive girls we were, as well as complimenting the girls on how remarkably they had feminized us. The reaction of the women as to why and how we came to be dressed like girls was completely supportive of the girls' actions.
"Serves them right! You ought to keep them in their pretty lingerie and dresses for a week!" One lady exclaimed.
The boutique was still quite full as our entourage made its way out; and we left a happy shopkeeper and an amused store full of women as we left. Finally, we were headed back to the cars.
Sliding into the back seat in a full skirt and heels was much more difficult than the straight skirt and flats. Sandy and Lisa giggled as they helped smooth out my skirt over my lap.
We headed back to campus, but we pulled up in front of the student union rather than the dorm. The girls were hungry. It was 2 PM and we had missed lunch at the dorm.
The autumn winds had picked up, and Lisa pulled the silky scarf over my head to protect my curls for the short walk. There was no hurrying with me and Craig in heels, and the winds caught both of our full-skirted dresses, providing a view of our pretty lingerie to everyone around.
The half-full student union all turned their gaze toward the two girls in party dresses and heels as we entered. Tara and the girls were delighted that Craig and I were the center of attention as we made our way through the tables and booths to the food counter.
Tara and a few other girls selected salads and a diet soda for Craig and I; and Craig and I paid for our food, and carried our trays along with our purses and scarves to tables the girls had pushed together.
It was something of a production as Craig and I tried to manage to get seated in our full skirts while wearing heels. It took two girls each to properly arrange our dresses. My face was red as I felt everyone in the room scrutinizing us.
The girls were in high spirits as they ate, and talked about our shopping trip and the delightful time they had at Bridgette's Boutique. Craig and I ate our salads while we watched many of the girls consume fries, burgers and club sandwiches.
When we were finished the amused girls watched as Craig and I were instructed to apply fresh lipstick with the help of our compacts, and "powder our noses".
Rising from our chairs was another production for us boys in heels. The girls looked on with glee as we wobbled to our feet, our padded chests once again thrust forward.
Sandy reminded us to slip our scarves on as we made our way out; and Craig and I tried our best to keep our pretty, full-skirted dresses under control as we made our way to the cars.
We drove back to Merrill Hall, and there was a buzz as we made our way through the lounge, as the girls eagerly described our shopping trip to their friends who were eager for details. Several of the girls in the lounge rushed to examine our new dresses and pumps.
"Oh they look darling! They'll look so pretty when we go out tonight. The boys will be all over them." A short brunette gushed.
The buzz followed us up the stairs and through the halls as more girls hungrily received news of our shopping trip.
Craig and I were asked if we needed to use the restroom; and then were escorted to the upstairs lounge where were seated on the couch. Several girls giggled as Jill and Alyssa related the events to a half-dozen of their girlfriends while we relaxed, and while some of the girls that were on the shopping trip freshened up.
Craig and I were the center of attention as we relaxed in the lounge; but sitting in high heels was less than relaxing. You couldn't stretch your legs out, but were forced to sit up straight. We sat for over two hours while the girls teased us, and asked about our shopping trip as well as how it felt in a girdle, stockings, heels and a dress. There was also more talk about going out to clubs tonight, and which girls would be going out with us.
Questions stammered from Craig and I about how long the girls were going to hold us captive in dresses were dismissed or answered vaguely.
It was about 5:30 PM before Tara had us freshen our lipstick, and helped touchup our makeup for dinner.
Tara and the girls escorted Craig and I downstairs, where Tara, Sandy, and Rhonda watched our trays closely, making our choices for us. They placed a salad, Jello, a small portion of tuna casserole, vegetables, and the smallest pieces of cake for desert on our trays.
Craig and I were the only ones in a fancy dress and heels, of course; and we attracted attention from all the girls in the cafeteria as they smiled and giggled in our direction. Craig and I were also the only ones I saw who put on fresh lipstick right after we were finished eating. The girls at our table were quite amused as they watched us put on our bright red lipstick.
We were taken upstairs to the lounge after dinner, and girls would come and go, keeping us company, as some of them got ready to go out to the clubs. My feet were sore from walking in the heels already, and I wasn't looking forward to having to wear them all evening yet. It was a little after eight o'clock when Tara and several other girls came in to primp over our dresses, and fluff our curls. One of the girls produced two satin ribbons, one pink and one blue; and Tara tittered as she slipped the pink ribbon through my curls and tied a neat bow. Gina tied the blue ribbon in a bow in Craig's hair.
"The boys are just going to love you cute, girlie girls in your new, pretty dresses." Tara commented.
The girls that were going out with us congregated in the lounge, and then we filed downstairs and out the front door. Out of the dozen or so girls only two wore dresses besides Craig and I. Craig and I were directed to pull our silky scarves over our hair, and the girls watched as we made triangles, and slipped the silky nylon over our hair, and tie the pretty scarves under our chins.
I was crestfallen to find out we were walking the half-mile downtown, not driving.
Craig and I were still wobbly in our heels, but doing better than this afternoon as we started off toward town. A few of the girls wore small heels, but none were close to the nearly 3" heels Craig and I struggled in.
Usually when walking with girls I often had to slow down my pace, waiting on them; but it was Craig and I that struggled to keep up with the girls now.
My feet were screaming by the time we reached "The Blues Lagoon" nightclub. Boys paid a cover charge, but girls were free. The girls found us a table for eight, and they scavenged a couple more chairs, leaving four girls to fend for themselves.
Tara ordered Pink Ladies for Craig and I.
"Lipstick, ladies", Tara announced, looking at us. "You girls will keep yourselves and your makeup looking fresh and pretty all night tonight."
Craig and I applied fresh lipstick as we waited for our drinks.
When the drinks arrived Craig and I delved into our purses to pay, and found our money was near the bottom again, although in the darkened club no one noticed the feminine hygiene products in our purses.
"I'd rather have a Budweiser." I mumbled.
"You'll drink your Pink Ladies like the delicate ladies you are, and like it." Tara announced.
I looked over at Rhonda and Marlene drinking beer. They smiled back.
It wasn't long before I saw some boys coming over toward us.
"Hi Angel, you look very pretty tonight." The smiling, well fit boy with the light brown hair said.
"Uh thank you", I mumbled as I felt my face turning red.
Tara and the girls began to smile and snicker at my new predicament.
"What's your name, beautiful? He asked.
"Uh Theresa", I replied.
"Theresa that's pretty. A pretty name for a very pretty girl." He schmoozed.
I looked over at Craig. He had a tall boy courting him as well. There must have been four boys together, because two other boys were now hitting on two other girls in our group.
The boy leaning in on me introduced himself as Randy; and he started in with the same questions boys ask when meeting girls in college: what's your major? etc.
Our drinks arrived, and Randy asked what I was drinking.
"A Pink Lady", I answered in embarrassment.
"Of course", Randy grinned, "a Pink Lady for a pink lady."
I heard Tara groan at Randy's sophomoric line.
The band was to start at 9 PM, and they were only ten minutes late as they began to play, making it difficult for conversation.
"Would you like to dance?" He screamed in my ear.
I shook my head.
When the band began their second song Tara leaned in and yelled in my ear.
"Come on Theresa, we are going to dance."
She motioned for "Chrissie" to join us, and six of us "girls" began fast dancing together. Craig and I exerted little effort in our heels. My feet were hurting, and Craig's were probably hurting too, so dancing was not what we wanted to be doing right then.
"Shake your tails, girls." Tara directed about two-thirds of the way through the song.
Tara swiveled her hips in that way girls do that we boys loved, trying to get Craig and me to copy her.
"Come on girls, shake those pretty tushes. The boys are watching." Tara demanded when the song ended, and as we waited for the next song to begin.
Soon after the next song began Randy and another boy cut in, and began dancing with Craig and I. Tara looked a little annoyed at the boys at first, but then appeared pleased and amused. When the song ended I smiled politely, and headed back to our table. Craig soon followed with his boy partner close behind. He pulled Craig's chair out for him, and Craig blushed as he scooped his dress to sit.
I was thirsty, and finished my Pink Lady.
"Would you like another drink?" Randy asked.
I nodded.
Hey, at least this part of being a girl was kind of nice, I thought.
The Pink Lady and Tara arrived about the same time; and Tara looked over with an amused smirk.
I refused requests to dance until a half hour later when Tara and several girls got up to dance, and motioned for us to accompany them again. Randy and Jeff soon joined us.
When the song ended Tara called to us.
"Get your purses girls, we're going to the restroom." She directed.
It felt slightly odd to be involved in this feminine ritual of going to the restroom together. I wondered if I was going to discover the purpose behind this behavior.
Six of us "girls" got in line to use the facilities, and I "adjusted" my foreign underthings, fixing my bra and slip straps, and tugging at my bra. A few of the girls smiled at my struggles with my feminine underwear.
"So how do you girls like your new boyfriends?" Tara questioned.
Craig and I blushed as Sandy and the other girls giggled.
"This is your idea." I replied to Tara.
"Yes, it is." Tara smirked. "You get to see just what it's like to be hit on. Boys can be real jerks sometimes."
"They don't seem too bad." I said defensively. " ' a little corny maybe."
"At least they bought you drinks but they are going to expect things from you now, you know." Tara stated.
There was a buzz as the other girls nodded their agreement.
The girls discussed the subject of boys as we waited, and talked about some of the ones that had approached them, and about the cute, shy ones they wished would approach them.
I didn't really have to use the restroom yet, but realizing how long it took to get into the girl's room I decided I better make use of the opportunity.
When I came out of the stall smoothing my dress, I joined the other girls at the sink.
"Fix your hair and makeup Chrissie and Theresa. You want to keep yourself looking pretty for the boys." Tara directed.
Craig and I looked in the mirror as we applied the bright red lipstick to our lips, cringing at our feminine looks. Sandy and Tara took our compacts and applied fresh powder, and then fluffed our curls.
When we returned to the table a fresh Pink Lady was waiting next to the one I was drinking.
"Thank you. Randy", I said, politely.
"Hey no problem pretty, pink lady." He replied.
As the night wore on Randy and some of the other boys got a little more familiar with us, placing their hands on our arms, shoulders and knees, and were effusive with their compliments.
Between drinks Tara made sure Craig and I kept our lipstick freshened, insuring our new Pink Lady glasses held a good supply of bright red lipstick.
It was near Midnight when Tara called to us again.
"Come Theresa and Chrissie, we're going to visit the little girl's room again."
I found myself standing with the girls at the sink once more, about to freshen my lipstick when Tara took the lipstick from my hand and began to apply a generous amount of lipstick to my lips.
"You need to apply a good thick coat of lipstick. It's time for you to pay your boyfriends for your lovely evening. You'll dance the next slow song with your boys, and you will let them kiss you goodnight." Tara announced.
I looked at Tara in shock, and shook my head.
"Yes I want to see your boyfriends wearing as much lipstick as you when the dance is over, or I will have to tell them the "girls" they've been courting and buying drinks for all evening are really boys."
I was shaken as we returned to our table with my lips heavy with lipstick.
"What's wrong?" Randy asked when he looked at my ashen face.
"Nothing", I replied.
The band had taken a break, and the jukebox began playing "Knights in White Satin". I looked at Tara who looked at me with expectation. She mouthed the words "ask him".
I turned to Randy, but before I could say anything he asked me to dance again.
For the first time all evening I agreed. He looked pleased and surprised his persistence had finally gotten an affirmative answer.
I was very nervous as I went out to the dance floor. Craig's face looked as
scarred as I felt. Randy held me very close, and it wasn't long before his hands began roaming. I stiffened as his hand slid just under my bra cup, and I pushed his hand a safer distance away, only to find it caressing my girdled bottom, and then near my padded chest again. I caught a glimpse of Tara whose lips were puckered, pursed for a kiss. I looked Randy in the eye, and that's all it took as his mouth covered my lips in a firm embrace. When I didn't resist his kiss, I felt his tongue push into my mouth. I wanted to gag, but I knew I had a mission, and that was to see Randy wore as much lipstick as I. It was a long song, and after Randy came up for air I slid my face next to his to stop his passionate kissing for a time. I looked at Tara, who was puckering her lips, and smiling and giggling with her girlfriends, and pointing at her neck, and blowing kisses. I knew what she wanted. I began kissing Randy's neck.
When the song was finally over Randy held on, kissing me hard on the mouth again.
I heard Tara and the girls giggling behind me.
"Ok, break it up. It's time to go home Theresa and Chrissie." Tara exclaimed.
I felt relieved.
"No she can't go home now." Randy protested.
"We have to get back to our dorm before one or we'll be locked out." Tara declared.
"I'll see she gets home." Randy proffered.
"No, we have to go. She's a big girl. She can get home by herself. Come on Theresa, here's your purse." Tara said.
I accepted my purse from Tara as she stepped toward us.
"That's an attractive shade of lipstick you're wearing Randy. It looks very sweet on you, honey." Tara quipped.
Randy rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, transferring the red lipstick.
"Shit!" Randy exclaimed, looking sheepish.
The group of girls laughed at him.
Tara pulled me toward the exit as Randy wiped his face with his hands.
"Fix your faces girls." Tara said to Craig and me as we stopped outside the entrance.
"And put your scarves on. ' don't want you catching cold after all that hot passion." Tara laughed.
Craig and I pulled our compacts, lipstick, and tissues from our purses and did as we were told, and then slid our nylon scarves over our curls.
"Come on girls we have to get back to our dorm." Tara exclaimed.
Craig and I struggled to keep up again, and we both complained about our feet hurting in the heels. The girls giggled at our complaints.
It was 12:50 when we arrived in front of Merrill Hall.
"Lipstick, girls", Tara exclaimed again.
The girls watched as Craig and I applied yet another coat of red lipstick to our lips before placing our lipsticks and compacts back in our purses.
It came as a complete surprise when Tara put her hands on either side of my scarfed head, and kissed me full on the lips. It wasn't a light peck, but a firm, forceful kiss of about five seconds.
"Hmmm, now that's a new way of applying lipstick." Tara laughed as she rolled her lips together.
I watched as Sandy did the same to Craig.
"Ok girls, you are free to go home now. Goodnight, and thanks for a most interesting day and night." Tara said.
Tara and Sandy took our purses, and most of the other girls took turns kissing us on the lips and on our cheeks goodnight before filing into their dorm.
Craig and I stood nearly paralyzed at this sudden turn of events. What do we do now? It was almost one o'clock in the morning. We couldn't go to our rooms dressed like this. We had passed as girls all day, and girls weren't allowed upstairs in our dorm after 9 PM. My mind raced with what to do.
I suddenly had a fearful thought, and looked all around to see if maybe Randy and his friends had followed us. That could be a disaster!
Momentarily relieved that no one was within sight, my mind quickly returned to our predicament. I looked at Craig, and from his look he also realized what a fix we were in.
"Colleen", was all I said, and started walking as fast as my ankle strap high heels would allow.
We only had a few minutes to get to Colleen's dorm before it was locked for the night.
We were just in time as the girl was walking up to the door with keys to lock it when Craig and I entered.
"You girls just made it." She said.
I smiled at her as we passed.
We went to the directory by the phone, and found Colleen's room number. We climbed the stairs to the third floor, and arrived at room 303 and knocked. I knocked again; and then I slipped the silky scarf off, while Craig stepped out of his pumps. I looked down at my heels and wished I could slip mine off as easily, but the ankle straps would have to be undone. I could wait another minute until we got into Colleen's room. I just hoped she was in there, and she wasn't a very sound sleeper. Craig and I didn't have a lot of options.
Finally a sleepy Colleen opened the door and peered groggily at us in her sleep shirt.
"Yes what do you want?" Colleen asked.
"Colleen it's us, Tom and Craig." I whispered.
Colleen looked blankly for a second, before a glimmer of recognition lit her eyes.
"What are you oh you look you mean you've been going through girls' dorms all this time? Wow, you guys really went to extremes!"
Craig and I edged our way into Colleen's room.
"No the girls in Merrill Hall did this to us." I explained in a hushed whisper. "It's a long story. You wouldn't believe. You've got to help us."
Colleen's furrowed brow expressed her confusion.
"The girls dressed us like this, and left us standing outside their dorm fifteen minutes ago. We can't get into our dorm looking like this." I expounded.
Colleen smiled as she looked us up and down, and a twinkle came to her eye.
"But what " Colleen began before she pointed at her roommate sleeping in her bed. She put her finger to her lips and motioned for us to follow her out of the room. She put her finger over her lips again, and signaled to follow her down the hall, and into the girls' lounge.
There was one girl in the lounge reading, so Colleen directed us to a corner as far away from the girl as possible. I scooped my dress, and sat on the soft lounge chair. My hands went immediately to the ankle straps on my pumps. Craig now carried his shoes in his hand, and he sat on the arm of the chair.
"Ok now what happened?" Colleen demanded.
"Well we made it about halfway through the girls' dorm before a girl made us. They trapped us in their study lounge, and a girl named Tara threatened to turn us in to the campus police if we didn't do what they said." I began.
Colleen was looking us over intently as I talked, a broad smile growing steadily.
"Wow! They really dressed you two up pretty!" She exclaimed.
We blushed, and the girl looked over at us slightly annoyed at Colleen's outburst.
"I'm sorry please continue", she said.
"They made us shave everything, and plucked our eyebrows." I said, running my pink-tipped fingers over what little eyebrows I had left.
Colleen gasped as she looked at our eyebrows.
"Colleen, you wouldn't believe what these girls did to us. They gave us permanents, and took us to Hornes and uh a then there was the lingerie boutique. And well uh this is how they dressed us. They made us buy these dresses and heels and so then they took us to the "Blues Lagoon" and made us dance with boys "
Craig looked at me a little alarmed. Maybe I was telling her a little too much.
"So then they leave us outside like this about a half hour ago. Do you think we could sleep in your room tonight; and we could go back to our room in the morning?"
"Wow! You two look gorgeous." Colleen giggled.
The girl closed her book and left the lounge.
"I'll see what I can do. Amy is a pretty sound sleeper. I'll have to see if I can sleep with her in her bed, and you two can sleep in mine then."
"Oh thanks Colleen. We really appreciate this. You are a real friend." I sighed.
We slipped back down the hall. Colleen stopped us when we were in front of the girls' lavatory.
"You girls better remove your makeup. You don't want to sleep in it. It will be a mess in the morning."
Craig and I used water and paper towels to wipe our faces clean, and then we continued on to Colleen's room. Colleen turned on a small desk lamp, and she helped unzip our dresses. She watched with amazement as our dresses slipped off; and she looked at us wide-eyed as she put our dresses on hangers. Craig and I looked at Colleen a little askew at her taking the extra time and effort to hang our dresses up.
"You are going to have to wear these in the morning. You don't want them wrinkled."
Girls were much wiser when it came to practical clothes matters.
"Your slips are just lovely." Colleen giggled.
I blushed.
"You'll have to sleep in your slips, girls in case Amy or one of the girls sees you. I think you can pass as girls even in your lingerie." Colleen said.
I reached under my slip and pushed my girdle with the stockings attached off. Craig quickly did the same.
"Careful of your nylons, girls. You must wear them again tomorrow too."
Colleen went over to her sleeping roommate, and shook her slightly. Amy groggily asked what was going on. Colleen explained her girlfriends had unexpectedly showed up, locked out of their dorm and needed a place to stay.
"I'm sleeping with you." She told her.
Colleen slipped into the bed with Amy after turning off the light, and Craig and I slipped into Colleen's bed in our bras, panties and full slips.
I heard Amy stirring in the morning, and stayed in bed as she and Colleen left to go to use the lavatory. We stayed under the covers as Amy dressed. I could hear Colleen explaining about her two girlfriends, and about 20 minutes later Amy left to go down to breakfast.
"Ok girls, let's get you dressed and out of here." Colleen announced in a normal voice.
No need for whispers now; and Craig and I rose from the bed straightening our lacy white slips. I pulled my padded bra out of my armpits, as Colleen shook her head and laughed.
"You guys sure got a lot more than you bargained for; and I can't say I really blame the girls for doing it to you. Maybe the eyebrows were a bit much. I don't know what you're going to do about them."
We looked over at Colleen with remorseful anguish.
"We will really get razzed by the guys when they see us and our family. Our brows aren't going to be grown back in before Thanksgiving or Christmas."
I pulled on my curled hair.
"Well, you could get a relaxer for your hair but considering your eyebrows, I don't know if it's worth it. Hmmm maybe you could cut your hair short and shave your eyebrows completely."
Shaving my eyebrows off might be a good idea. No eyebrows might be less embarrassing than having these well-sculpted feminine ones, I thought.
Colleen stood watching in a jersey pullover and a gray A-line skirt as Craig and I unclipped the stockings from our girdles before pulling the girdles on under our slips.
"How do you boys like wearing a girdle and nylons?" She laughed.
Craig and I scowled at her.
" ' fun, huh?" She teased.
Colleen giggled as she watched us work the filmy stockings up our legs, and fumble getting the garters attached.
"You both have nice legs. You make good looking girls." Colleen mused, enjoying our embarrassing situation. "You don't do bad with your garters and stockings either. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Colleen retrieved our dresses from her closet and handed them to us. She helped zip our dresses, and she tied a neat bow in the back of my dress.
"These are pretty dresses. Can I borrow your dress sometime, Tom?" Colleen inquired.
"You can have it once we get back to our dorm." I told her.
"Yes, this one too." Craig said.
"Great!" Colleen yelped.
Craig and I complained as we slipped our pumps on.
Do you have some other shoes that would fit us, Colleen?" I asked, hopefully.
"Ummm I think you better wear your nice pumps, girls. You can't wear tennis shoes with those dresses. Those shoes go very well with your dresses. It's a good thing it's Sunday. You will fit in nicely. You will look like a couple a nice girls going to church this morning. If it was Monday you'd look completely out of place."
"Yeah lucky us", Craig grumbled.
"Ok, now we need to do your makeup." Colleen said.
We looked at Colleen in dismay.
"Hey, you can't wear dressy dresses and heels like those and not wear makeup. It would look strange. You don't want to draw attention to yourselves do you?" She criticized.
We realized she was right. We didn't like it; but Colleen was right.
Colleen went to her dresser and picked up some of her cosmetics.
"Ok girls, come here and let me fix your faces."
She applied mascara, blusher and finished with a vibrant pink lipstick.
"Oh, this lipstick looks so much better than that bright red you had on last night, especially you Tom. It goes so well with your dress and complexion."
When she was finished she ran a brush through our curls, and fluffed them with her fingers.
"Ok, where are your hair ribbons?" She asked.
Craig and I looked at each other.
"I don't think they are necessary." I protested.
"Oh, I think they were a nice touch. Come on, we might as well make you look as pretty and girlie as before. Why change now? You didn't have any trouble passing for girls all day yesterday did you?"
Craig and I went over and picked up the hair ribbons beside the bed. Colleen smiled cheerily as she tied neat bows in our hair, and smiled.
"Awww, you both make such sweet looking girls. Maybe you ought to move in here with us girls." She teased, giggling.
"Ok, I guess you can go back to your dorm now. Are you going to be able to make it up to your room ok?"
"I think so. Thanks for your help Colleen. I don't know what we would have done last night." I said.
"Sure you're welcome just remember, I get those pretty dresses." Colleen laughed.
Colleen peered out into the hallway, and opened the door for us to leave. Colleen walked with us down the hall, down the steps, and through the lounge to the front door. None of the girls gave us more than an admiring glance at our dresses. Colleen walked with us all the way back to our dorm before wishing us luck and turning to go back to her dorm for breakfast.
Craig and I sheepishly walked through our lounge and headed up to our room. Ted and Brian looked us over closely as we passed them in the hall.
"Where's the party, girls?" Ted inquired.
"Pretty dresses", Brian commented.
Craig and I kept walking, ignoring them.
We got to our room, and glanced down the hall in both directions. Brian and Ted glanced back at us. Craig knocked slightly on our door, and we entered our room.
"Wow, lucky guys", Brian muttered.
Craig and I smiled, let out a sigh of relief, and took off our pumps.
"Wow it's great to have that over with. I don't want to SEE another dress." Craig said.
"Unzip me", I told Craig.
"OH NO!" I exclaimed, as Craig ran the zipper down on my dress.
"What?" Craig asked fearfully.
I turned and held up my hand in front of him.
"Fingernail polish! How could we forget our fingernails?" I cried.
"Oh no", Craig muttered.
We have to call Colleen. Maybe she can bring us some remover." I suggested.
Craig and I looked at each other. One of us would have to go down the hall to the phone.
I had Craig zip me, and I slipped into Craig's size 9 pumps. I peered down the hall, and headed down to the phone. A few minutes later I returned to our room.
"Colleen isn't there. We'll have to wait a while and try again." I lamented.
"How about Jenny?" Craig suggested.
"Ok", but let's wait 20 minutes, and then we can try Colleen again before calling Jenny. I'll have to explain, and I don't really want to explain everything to Jenny over the phone."
Twenty minutes later I called Colleen, and then Jenny's dorm. Neither one of them were there. We tried to think of someone else to call, but couldn't think of anyone.
Two hours later, after taking turns phoning, we sat in our room still in dresses. We hadn't been able to locate Colleen or Jenny. It was 12:30.
"I'm starved." Craig complained.
"Yeah, me too", I replied.
"Uh Craig?"
"Yeah?"
"We could go over to Merrill Hall and eat." I suggested.
Craig looked at me, shocked; and then he nodded, dejectedly.
"I gotta eat something. We hardly ate anything yesterday, and missed breakfast this morning. Man, I'm famished." Craig said.
"Yeah, well after we eat we might call Tara or Sandy or one of the other girls and ask them for some polish remover." I suggested.
We didn't believe we were doing it, but once again we headed out in dresses and heels, all because of fingernail polish. It felt quite different this time as we made our way out of our dorm and headed for Merrill Hall in our party dresses and heels, for we didn't have to be out dressed as frilly girls, but chose to because of our hunger and need to obtain polish remover.
We were a bit nervous as we approached Merrill Hall again, and looked at the two girls coming out of the girls' dorm for signs of recognition; but the girls, in their own pretty Sunday dresses, just smiled at us.
We made it through the line, and sat at a table in the corner apparently without being seen by any of the girls who dressed us like this. Five minutes later, that all changed.
"Oh my God! I don't believe it!" Tara exclaimed. "You girls are back, and still in your pretty dresses yet! You really like wearing girl's dresses and panties and all, don't you? I didn't realize you liked dressing like prissy girls!"
Craig and I found our faces burning familiarly with humiliation again.
"Hi Tara we uh we had to come over to get some polish remover." I meekly explained.
"What? Don't give me such a lame excuse. You could have gone to the store as boys to buy polish remover. The clerk need be the only one to see your nail polish. You could have kept your hands in your pockets. No you two like wearing pretty dresses and panties and your girlie underthings! We did you a favor!" She laughed.
There was no way we could explain about trying to get Colleen to bring us remover, or our hunger pressuring us to stay in dresses to eat, rather than walking to a store and missing lunch. We were also not eager to be seen as boys with our permed hair and feminine eyebrows plus red fingernail polish.
"Look Tara, we really do need some polish remover. Do you think we could borrow some?" Craig asked.
"I think we could find some polish remover for you pretty girls." Tara giggled. "We'll take you upstairs when you finish eating."
Tara, Gina and three other girls sat down and watched us finish, smiling and giggling with amusement.
When we were finished they escorted us upstairs to their study hall where we were first trapped. One of the girls went for remover, and there was a buzz on the floor as news spread that the boys in dresses were back. When Kathy returned with the polish remover she was accompanied by six more curious girls.
Tara and Gina started in removing the polish from our nails when Alexia, or Alex as they called her, came into the study hall wearing a short, frilly, girl's party dress with her hair in loose twin pony tails tied with large ribbon bows. Craig and I looked at her with surprise.
"Hi Alex", several girls greeted.
"Alex is pledging Sigma Chi, and they are having a tea party right Alex?" Tara explained looking at our shocked expressions.
"Yeah uh these are the boys?" She asked.
The girls giggled and nodded.
"Wow, they really look like girls! You two look so good and pretty." She blurted.
"Yeah and they really like their dresses and heels we bought for them. They don't want to take them off." Tara laughed. "They really like wearing dresses and their pretty bra, girdle and nylons."
"Hey you know I bet the sisters at Sigma Chi would really love to see them. My big sis was lamenting about not having enough pledges this year for the sorority tea party."
"Well did you girls hear that?" Tara exclaimed excitedly. "How would you two like to be Sigma Chi pledges?"
Craig and I shook our heads as the girls all laughed.
"Oh come on! This is your opportunity to explore a sorority house! You two were so anxious to sneak into our girls' dorm. Every boy would like that chance, especially boys that love dressing like sissy girls as much as you two!"
Tara stopped removing the polish from my fingers, and called to Kathy to bring her a bottle or red nail polish.
"No", I said, retracting my hand.
"Oh yes", Tara replied, yanking my hand back. "You and Chrissie will make such cute pledges in short little girl dresses and lacy anklets. Doesn't Alex look so sweet?"
Alex blushed, curtsied, and showed us her white, lace top anklets with the satin ribbon bows. She was dressed like a 6 yr old girl going to a party.
Craig and I were crimson as the girls painted our nails again while Alex called to make sure it was ok with her big sisters; and she confirmed that the girls at Sigma Chi were indeed anxious to see us.
Tara, Gina, Kathy, Karyn, and Alex escorted us downstairs, and out to Tara's car. Craig and I sat in the back seat with Karyn and Alex; and we drove over to the Sigma Chi house.
"I'd be real cooperative, and be obedient pledges if I were you." Tara warned. "I heard they took two uncooperative pledges downtown and made them walk back to the sorority house without their blouses and skirts last semester."
I cringed at the thought of being put out on the street in my lacy slip.
Alex introduced us when we entered; and the girls in the sorority couldn't believe Craig and I were boys, as they looked us over, taking particular notice of our feminine eyebrows.
The sorority girls scowled when told how we had dressed as girls to sneak into the girls' dorm to ogle half-dressed and half-naked girls; and then they laughed and giggled along with Tara and the other girls as they related some of the events from yesterday. Craig and I cowed with red-faced embarrassment.
Tara and Gina related their disappointment they wouldn't get to see us serve at the tea party, and directed Alex to get some pictures as they bid their goodbyes.
Lana, Sherry, and Diana, our new acquaintances, led Craig, Alex, and I upstairs to get us ready.
Lana ushered me into a room, while Craig and Alex were taken to other rooms.
"Let's take off your pretty dress, Theresa." She announced.
"Oh", she giggled, "what a pretty slip. You'll need to take that off too."
"You boys sure like dressing in pretty, girlie clothes, don't you? Are your panties just as pretty? Well, we have some darling, girlie things for you to wear too; but I don't think you'll be wearing them to peep on us girls though."
I felt my face burning with embarrassment. I wanted to explain my behavior somehow, but it was useless, especially looking as I did.
"My goodness, you still look so girlie in just your bra and girdle. You look just as soft and smooth as us girls. Uh considering your um situation, I think we better leave your girdle, and your stockings too." Lana remarked, giggling.
Lana handed me a pair of bloomer type panties. They were pale yellow with a white lace-trimmed ruffle at the legs with yellow ribbon bows. Next, she presented me with a short, white, lacy petticoat decorated with a two-inch wide satin bow. The petticoat barely covered my panties. Lana then brought over a pale yellow dress to match the bloomers, and slipped it over my head. It was semi-sheer, and light, with a white collar with embroidered pink and blue flowers. The short puffy sleeves had white bands that matched the collar, and both were trimmed in narrow ruffled lace. Lana buttoned it up the back as I looked down at the short, flared skirt that left flashes of white petticoat. If this wasn't bad enough, Lana then held up a lacy white pinafore apron with 4" wide floppy lace. The apron had long, wide ties, which Lana made into a large bow in back, and the ends draped over the hem of the dress in back. On the bib of the apron was a filigree lace heart with a white satin bow. Lana tittered as she removed the pink ribbon from my hair, and pinned a much larger yellow satin bow on top of my head, with the ends of the bow draping down to my ears. She handed me a pair of little girl white anklets next. They had two tiers of lace with white ribbon bows. I pulled these on my feet over my nylons. My heels were then replaced by shiny black flats with a strap over the instep.
Lana sat me down while she worked on my makeup. She worked on my eyes, making them look bigger and wide-eyed, like a child or a doll. Lana then added a little pink blusher and pink lipstick to give me small, bow lips.
"Ok Theresa, here are the rules. You will address your big sisters as Miss. I am Miss Lana. When I, or any of your big sisters address you, you will curtsy and reply 'Yes Miss Lana'. Are we clear?"
"Uh yes Miss Lana." I replied with a curtsy a little hesitantly.
"Hold the edge of your apron daintily when you curtsy, Theresa."
"Yes, Miss Lana", I replied again, curtsying once again holding my frilly apron with two fingers.
"That's good", Lana giggled. "You make a very cute little girl, Theresa."
"Thank you, Miss Lana", I replied again with a curt curtsy.
Lana laughed, and pulled me over to stand in front of a three-quarter mirror.
"Don't you look like the sweetest little girl, Theresa?" She giggled.
I looked at the very sissy-looking, red-faced girl in the mirror.
Lana escorted me out into the hall where I saw Alex and Craig. They were similarly dressed in short, sissy dresses, and frilly pinafores. Craig wore a shiny robin's egg blue dress with white lace trim on the collar, hem, and on the ruffles of his short sleeves. Craig wore a large blue, satin bow on his head. Alex, along with Sherry and Diana giggled as they looked me over.
"You look so sweet, Theresa." Sherry commented.
"Thank you, Miss Sherry", I replied, dutifully holding my apron out in a little curtsy.
The girls squealed with delight. Craig looked on in disbelief and shame.
We returned downstairs with our little girl petticoats and skirts bouncing with each step, and the floppy lace of our sissy pinafores dancing about.
The house full of girls erupted with squeals and ooohs and aaaahs at the sight of us. Alex, Craig, and I curtsied in response to the compliments from the girls; and we joined two more little sisters, Dee and Sharon, who were dressed in pink and pink and white dresses under their own frilly, pinafore aprons.
Under the direction of Miss Julie and Miss Susan the five of us "little sisters" brought in tea and cookies to serve our big sisters and their guests from Kappa Nu. We roamed about with cute teapots, filling and curtsying. We answered our big sisters' questions, curtsying repeatedly. There was murmuring about the room as word spread that there were two boys serving them.
Once all the girls had their fill of tea and cookies, Miss Julie and Miss Susan distributed baby dolls, and we had to sing the Sigma Chi sorority song to entertain our big sisters, cradling our dolls. Some of the girls took pictures.
We curtsied to their applause, and then we passed through the tables as we cleared them, taking the cups and dishes back to the kitchen.
"Little sisters are to be seen not heard." I heard a big sister reprimanded Dee. "You only speak when spoken to."
With that she produced a pacifier, and plunked it through Dee's pink lips. The next thing I knew all us little sisters had pacifiers plunged into our mouths; and even the pacifiers had ribbon bows tied to the rings hanging from them. It did not excuse us of from thanking our big sisters as we curtsied to them though, giving us a sort of garbled baby lisp.
With pacifiers in place we washed and put away the dishes in the kitchen.
"Very good girls", Miss Susan said as we finished. "For doing such a nice job you girls deserve a reward."
We were escorted outside into cars and driven into town. I looked nervously and fearfully over at Craig, who looked back looking quite the sissy girl in his short dress, petticoat, and with the big ribbon bow and pacifier.
We parked outside a supermarket that was open Sunday, and us little sisters were ushered into the store with twenty-five cents apiece, and instructed to buy a lollipop. The clerks and customers laughed at the sight of five of us "little girls" as we filed one by one to the cashier, still with our pacifiers in our mouths, to pay for our individual lollipops. Once outside we were lined up, and our big sisters removed our pacifiers and used the ribbons to drape them around our necks. We were then directed to eat our lollipops.
When we got back to the sorority house Lana and a few others took Craig and I upstairs, where we changed back into our slips, dresses, and heels again. Julie and Susan watched, and commented amusedly about my feminine foundations, lingerie, and dress as I got changed.
Since we were just honorary pledges the girls said goodbye to us, and Susan drove us back to Merrill Hall.
Tara and several girls waited for us in the lounge, and we went to eat dinner in the dorm cafeteria.
The girls wanted to hear every detail of our afternoon at the sorority as we ate. Tara produced our lipsticks when we were finished.
"Lipstick, girls", Tara's familiar refrain rang.
The girls around us mirthfully watched Craig and I apply the bright red color to our lips one more time.
Tara and the girls escorted upstairs once again, where they finally removed our fingernail polish; and then a number of girls accompanied us back downstairs to at last see us off. Tara and Sandy pulled silky scarves over our heads, tying them under our chins.
"We don't want you girls catching cold now. There's a slight chill in the air this evening." Sandy chuckled.
The girls bid us goodbye, and Craig and I walked back to our dorm, finally slipping into our room just before 8 PM.
Exhausted, we took our time slowly undressing, and breathing a sigh of relief as we shed our girdles and bras. We were going to have to face the world in the morning as boys with permed hair and no eyebrows; but for the moment we were too tired, and too relieved to deal with that now.
"I can't believe we just spent the weekend dressed as the sissiest girls." Craig lamented. "You and your stupid idea."
"Yeah, well it seemed like a good idea at the time."
The End
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