Jimmy is forced to join in his neighbor's ballet-costumed games, and learns that it's not all bad.
(reposted from StorySite by the author)
His mother was raising him alone after his father disappeared one night, with a note explaining that he fell in love with his secretary and couldn't take life at home anymore. So she resumed an executive career she had put on hold years before, and her job was taking off. She had to relocate to Boston, which was quite a change from the warmth of sunny southern California, but she and Jimmy were adjusting.
The neighbors were very friendly and welcomed Jimmy and his mother with open arms. Mrs. Dale, the mother of two girls, was also a single mother, and she bonded immediately with Jimmy's mother Florence. They often spent weekends and evenings engaged in activities together, which Jimmy enjoyed very much, but that sometimes left him feeling uneasy being the only male in a crowd of women. It didn't help that he had crushes on the two Dale sisters, Jenny and Laura. He was still just becoming aware of his own adolescence and the feelings it brought, and spending so much time with girls was causing him some confusion.
So when his mother announced her plans, Jimmy knew he had to be a good sport about it, but he also knew he'd feel strange and tingly the whole time he stayed with the Dales.
When the time came, he had a small suitcase packed with some clothes, and a baseball glove. His mother locked the house up and kept the keys herself, explaining to Mrs. Dale that she needed to keep the house completely secure for business reasons. If Jimmy needed anything from the house, it would just have to wait until she got home.
Jimmy walked over after kissing his mother goodbye, and was greeted at the door by Mrs. Dale. "Jimmy, I'm sure you're going to love it here -- we look forward to taking good care of you, and I bet you'll have lots of fond memories by the time your mommie gets back!"
"Uh, thanks, Mrs. Dale." Jimmy was already feeling some tingles, and he hadn't even seen either of the girls yet.
"Just take your things up to Jenny's room. She's going to be sharing Laura's bed while you're here, to make room for you."
He climbed up the stairs and walked into a pink and ruffly confection of a room, which brought those strange tingles up even more. In silence, he took stock of his new digs and was both repelled by and attracted to the feminine details. After putting his suitcase up on the canopied bed and opening it, he looked for an empty drawer in Jenny's dresser. The top drawer was full of lacy underwear -- it immediately captivated him.
He'd never seen girls' underwear up close, before. Only in the Sears catalog he'd secretly tucked under his bed at home had he ever seen anything like the white and pastel nylon panties, bras, and slips that filled that drawer. He was fascinated by the way the girls and women in that catalog looked in these amazing garments, and it caused him to have all kinds of unthinkable dreams. And, of course, the tingling feelings.
He was lost in thought, holding a pair of pink lace panties, when the door opened behind him and Jenny walked in! "Hi Jim, welcome to my -- hmmm, I was going to say 'room', but maybe I should say 'welcome to my underwear!'"
Jimmy's face turned beet red as he dropped the panties on the floor and whipped around. Jenny had just come home from ballet practice, and stood in the doorway with a gym bag over her shoulder and a smile on her face. "Do you like pink lace? I hope it doesn't bother you too much, seeing as this room is dripping with it. Mom lets us decorate our rooms however we like."
"Huh, well, it's nice, Jenny. It'll be fine. I was just looking around for someplace to put my clothes." He pointed to his suitcase.
"Oh sure, right. Well, help me take my tights and leotards out of the second drawer, here, and put them on the bed. Then we'll put your clothes there, and I can keep my things in your suitcase for the time being, okay?"
"You want to keep your tights and stuff in my, um, in my..."
"suitcase, Jimmy. The word is suitcase. Are you feeling okay?" Jenny walked up to Jimmy to put her hand on his forehead. She was wearing a tight gray t-shirt and denim skirt. The skirt had a slit in the front revealing a soft thigh clad in semi-sheer pink tights. She had already taken off her sneakers and had a pair of small white socks over her feet. As she lay her hand on him, she stood close, with her t-shirt brushing against his own. He felt her warmth, and became even more flustered.
"Well, I don't think you've got a fever, but you look like you could use some water. Let's get some after we pack these clothes away." Jenny and Jimmy moved their clothes around, bumping into each other a couple of times. When they were done, she put a hand on his shoulder to lean on him while she took her socks off, leaving her in stocking feet, which for some reason brought Jimmy to an even higher tingle. "Thanks, J-bird." And she kissed him on the cheek and laughed.
The rest of the evening went quietly. They had dinner and Jimmy watched TV with the girls, after having helped wash the dishes as his mother instructed him. The TV room had only a small couch, and the only place for Jimmy to sit was between Jenny and Laura, and it was abit of a squeeze. He realized he could have just sprawled on the floor, but Jenny's pink legs were so alluring he could barely keep his eyes off of them.
Laura was watching her younger sister out of the corner of her eye for the next hour as they watched -- Jenny seemed strangely animated, and would frequently shift her position or laugh and poke Jimmy, all the while her skirt riding higher and her leg rubbing along Jimmy's. There was something electric going on, and it was more interesting than TV for the elder Laura.
Finally, it was time to go to bed, and Jimmy went to the pink bedroom to change into his pajamas. With a rising sense of panic, he fumbled through his clothes and realized he had forgotten his PJs! Mrs. Dale came into the room to check on things.
"Jimmy, are you getting ready for bed?"
"I want to, Mrs Dale, but I forgot to pack my pajamas!"
"Oh dear, that is a problem. Are you sure?"
"Yes, all my clothes are right here, and I just forgot. I guess I'll have to sleep in my underwear or something."
"No, Jimmy, that's not going to work. You don't have enough underwear to last if you wear it at night, too, and I can't be doing laundry all week. I'm sure we can give you something of the girls to wear to bed."
"What? No, I can't do that -- why don't I just sleep na... er, without, um..."
"Naked? I don't think so Jimmy!" Mrs Dale laughed. "What would your mother think? No, you'll just have to wear something of Jenny's. It'll be fine -- it's just for the week, and nobody's going to see you. Just wait there and we'll get you something."
A moment later, Jimmy watched the door as a deer in the headlights when Jenny and Mrs Dale walked in with warm smiles on their faces. "Hey, you can wear my nighties, J-bird! Or should I call you Jenny Two?" Jenny laughed as she held up a small tuft of baby blue. She was wearing a satiny pink nightie herself that would have made Jimmy crazy had it been in that Sears catalog.
Mrs Dale took the baby doll from Jenny, found the lace straps, and held it up to Jimmy. "This will fit you just fine." Jimmy's tingling was back with a vengeance, and he couldn't find words. Jenny took his hand and said "It's okay, J, just put it on -- I want to see how it looks on you!"
"Um, don't you have some regular PJ type things?"
"No, Jimmy, this is the kind of stuff we wear to bed around here, so this is what you're stuck with. Now just put this on and we'll turn around to give you some privacy."
Hesitantly, Jimmy took off his t-shirt in what seemed like a dream state. He pulled the lacy blue garment over his head and let it drop down over his body. Jenny, who'd been peeking, laughed and said "It's on backwards, silly! Here, let me help."
At that moment, the phone rang, and Mrs. Dale went to answer it, leaving the two alone to work things out. "Here, I'll just take it off and put it on you myself." Jimmy's wordless tingling had found its way to his pants -- he was becoming physically aroused as Jenny smoothed the baby doll over his chest and adjusted the straps.
"You look just beautiful in it!" Jenny giggled, as she gave him a quick hug. He still could find nothing to say, he was entranced by what was happening. "Oh wait, you need to put on the panties, too!" She handed him a pair of matching baby blue lace panties. "You have to wear panties with a little nightie like this!"
She stood in front of him expectantly for a moment, then clucked her tongue and turned around. "Okay, I'm not looking, J. Now put them on for me..."
With hands slightly atremble, Jimmy took off his shorts and underwear, and stepped into the nylon panties. They were sheer lace everywhere except for a panel of satin in the front -- small comfort for Jimmy, who's arousal was almost too much for the panties to hold. He let the baby doll float back down, and it didn't quite cover his panties in the back. As he turned around to try to figure out what to do about it, Jenny turned around and took stock of her nightie on his body.
"Well well well! I think it fits you perfectly, J-bird! More than that, I think it suits you!" She heard her mother come up the stairs, but before she was back, Jenny threw her arms around Jimmy and gave him a short kiss on the lips. "Good night, J-bird", she whispered. Jimmy was stunned to realize that she'd pressed her body against his for that brief moment, and probably felt his excitement quite clearly through his lacy clothing.
"Okay, Jimmy, that was your mommie, just checking on things. I told her everything was fine. Ah, I see you've got your nightie on. Thank you for being such a good sport, Jimmy." Mrs Dale gave him a warm hug and patted his behind once as she did so. "Did you get the panties, too?" she asked as she flipped up the side of his baby doll. Jimmy blushed furiously, but was relieved that the tent in front of his panties remained obscured by the flimsy fabric. Jenny was beaming.
"Good, you're all set then. Do you want to have a robe for the morning?"
"No thanks, Mrs Dale. I'm fine."
"Fine then, I'm going downstairs. Just call me if you need anything, sweetie." Mrs Dale left.
Jenny lingered a moment in the doorway. "You can call me, too, J-bird. I'll be in the next room. Oh, you're shivering!" She had finally noticed the subtle tremble in Jimmy's limbs. "Do you want to put on some of my tights, tonight? I like to wear tights to bed when I'm cold, sometimes."
"No, Jenny, I think I'll be okay." His panties were stretching to the point that he thought it would show through the baby doll.
"Well, okay, but I've got plenty of tights in your suitcase, and I think Laura's got some baby blue ones to match your nightie, only they wouldn't be so warm cause they're just lace and not like warm tights or anything..." For the first time, it occurred to Jimmy that Jenny was acting a little bit "tingly" herself.
But he was confused, because he was still attracted to Laura, too. They hadn't had as much interaction that day, but she was a beautiful girl in the flush of late adolescence and Jimmy's stomach still fluttered when she looked at him. Her lingering sidelong glance at he and Jenny on the couch while watching TV nearly did him in. He felt like a troop of butterflies had set up permanent shop in his stomach and were preparing to flutter away with it.
Even Mrs. Dale tweaked his youthful sexual curiosity. His face flushed when he thought of her embrace that evening, her hands tracing along the lacy straps of his baby doll before checking to see if he had on the matching panties. Thank god she was satisfied with a quick peek at his lace-clad bottom, because his panties had formed a conspicuous tent in front, covered only by the wispy fabric floating down just enough to meet his thighs.
And thinking of this flimsy nightie he wore only made things worse. Much worse. He felt the gentle tugging of the straps on his shoulders, the soft fabric on his chest and stomach, the snugness of the panties around his hips and his ever-struggling maleness. He smelled a faint trace of Jenny's perfume throughout the room as he lay half-covered by the pink sheets, admiring the lacy ruffle on his pillow. Being so saturated in femininity, he realized that looking at that old Sears catalog in his bedroom would never be the same.
Somehow, after a long while, he drifted off to sleep.
He woke up the next morning when Mrs. Dale came in the room and opened the curtains to let the early sun shine in. "Good morning, Jimmy! Did you sleep well?" She smiled as she walked to the other window.
"Um, yeah, I guess so. What time is it?" Jimmy stretched and yawned, still groggy. Then he flushed red as he realized he was mostly uncovered by the sheets and his stretch had pulled the hem of his baby doll nearly to his belly button. He yanked the covers up to his neck just as Mrs. Dale turned toward him on her way to the door.
"It's still early, but I wanted you to have a little extra time to get ready for school this morning. You and the girls have to share that one bathroom, so we may have to work out a routine or something. Laura's about to take her shower, but I've got breakfast on the table so come on down and eat." With that she smiled once more and walked out into the hall.
Jimmy lay still for a moment longer, then got up. His vision was still blurry, and he stumbled his way out into the carpeted hall and into the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet, started to pull up his nightie, then changed his mind, pulled down the panties instead and sat gently, gathering the loose fabric around his waist. It just seemed like the thing to do, maybe a touch more modest in such an immodest garment.
The bathroom was very clean, but packed with bottles and jars of every kind, most of which he couldn't guess at the contents. The shower was fully stocked with shampoo bottles, scrubbing brushes, body washes, and a pair of pink shavers. In the corner by the window was a small clothes rack with a pair of white panties and an assortment of pantyhose in tan, navy, and white. He washed up, brushed his teeth, and left the light on for Laura as he went in search of breakfast.
Mrs. Dale motioned him towards a seat at the kitchen table, and put a plate down with an english muffin and a bowl of oatmeal, then poured him some orange juice. He was about to thank her, when he realized she was talking on her cell phone. He started eating, only then becoming aware of how hungry he was. He didn't notice Jenny come in until her hands came over his eyes and she said "Guess who!"
"Um, hmmm, let me see -- Jenny?" Jimmy smiled as she laughed in response.
"How'd you guess? Actually, it's Jenny One, as long as you're in the house. So, how do you like my little baby doll, hmmm??" Her hands dropped to his shoulders, where her fingers found their way under the straps and she fluffed the front of the nightie up and down teasingly. "Wooo, how pretty is that? My oh my!" Alarmed, he wished that he had taken Mrs. Dale up on her offer of a robe the night before.
He instinctively drew his arms around his chest and turned around, unable to keep from smiling. Ah, the first sight of Jenny for the day and he already felt a surge of tingles. She pranced over to her seat and started eating immediately as her mother put down her breakfast.
"So, did you like my room? Did you sleep well?" Jimmy nodded vigorously. "I slept with Laura in her bed -- I do that sometimes anyway just cause it's fun, but it's especially fun now that I have a guest staying in MY bed. I was thinking about you last night -- thinking how hard it must be for you to have to wear my nightie and," she stole a glance at her mother, then whispered, "and panties!" Her eyes were aglimmer as she shared a knowing chuckle with Jimmy.
"Really, Jenny, it's okay. I don't really mind too much. I'm not sure I'll get used to it, but I think I can make it through the week. And your room is really nice." Jimmy was doing his best to look like a good sport and keep on Jenny's good side. He also sensed that she was almost as intrigued by seeing him in her baby doll as he was in wearing it. There was some kind of mutual attraction going on, and Jimmy wanted to be very careful not to ruin it.
"Well, we'll see whether you get used to it. Maybe I should have you try this one on tonight," she said as she tugged at her own pink satin number, "see if you like it better than that one." Then, in a whisper, "and I know just which 'panties' to go with it!", drawing out the word "panties" in an exaggerated way.
At that moment, Mrs. Dale hung up the phone and looked questioningly at Jenny, then Jimmy. "Did you say something?" Jenny just laughed and took a bite of her english muffin, and Jimmy tried to cover up his red face by drinking his juice. "Kids..." She smirked as she started on her own breakfast.
The conversation turned to school, then after-school. Jenny and Laura had ballet class twice this week, starting tomorrow, and Jimmy would have to go with them and wait in the hall until they were finished. Jimmy simply nodded in agreement, but was already looking forward to seeing Jenny in her pink tights again. His thoughts drifted to her legs -- the way they looked in those tights -- those tights she was keeping in his suitcase, as he finished up and went upstairs to finish getting ready for school.
He took off the nightie with reluctance, took his shower, then got dressed in his normal clothes. He felt a little less tingly, and decided that was a GOOD thing. All these tingles were making him a little crazy.
School went along the same as it always did -- Jimmy was a good student, and only pretended to hate his classes when his mother asked him. He did a fair amount of daydreaming that day, however, thinking about the night before, awash in Jenny's femininity, and her morning playfulness. When it was time to come home, he found himself looking forward to another night at the Dales', but also nervous in anticipation of his resurgent tingles.
"Hi Jenny Two, ready for another night in girlie-land?" she said teasingly, enjoying how easy it was to make him blush. She also enjoyed the way he seemed to steal glances at her from the corner of his eye. It was unusual for there to be any males in this house, and Laura found herself tickled by his attractions, not just for her, but for her sister as well.
"I guess so. It's fun to stay over here and see how you guys live. Mom is sure happy you all could take me in." Jimmy felt like he was stammering, but he wanted to steer this surprise conversation away from "girlyness" before his tingles surged to a level that would reduce him to a pink-faced idiot.
"Well, you know we love having you, Jaybird. And I know Jenny's looking forward to having you be her nighttime dress-up doll again!" Laura's smile was quickly melting Jimmy into a puddle. She had been headed down to the kitchen for a snack, but changed her mind and turned back for her room. "I've got to practice for cheerleader tryouts tomorrow, so I'm going to need the family room for a while. You can grab a snack and hang out anywhere else, okay?" Jimmy nodded, and Laura disappeared into her room.
Jimmy put his books down on Jenny's bed and sighed audibly. How was he ever going to get through this week? At least Laura was busy today, and wouldn't embarass him anymore with her gentle teasing. What was more alarming to him, though, was the fact that he was looking forward to more teasing. He was in a house full of women, and instead of being a man and asserting his rugged individuality (or something like that), he was craving each new assault on his maleness, each wave of feminine beauty as it washed around him.
With another sigh, he turned and went to the kitchen and had a snack. A few minutes later, Jenny walked in, dropping her backpack on the kitchen floor, and sat down at the table. "Hi Jenny Two!" she said, slightly breathless, as she grabbed a cookie from his plate. "mmm, chocolate chip -- my favorite!"
They talked for a few minutes, until Jenny went to the family room to get the TV guide. When she returned, she saw Laura walk in, wearing a blue one-piece swimsuit, a white cotton skirt, and sneakers. "I already told Jimmy I'm using the family room to practice for cheerleader tryouts tomorrow, so maybe you guys can find something else to do -- unless you want to watch," she said as she grabbed the last cookie from Jimmy's hand. Jenny was glaring at her sister, looking at the practice outfit she was wearing.
"What's with the swimsuit? Don't you have some sweats or something?" she seemed angry with Laura. Jimmy got up to put the dirty plates in the sink.
"I need to wear something that lets me move, Jen, and I had to turn in my uniform from last year. Once I'm back on the team I'll be issued a new one. Anyway, this swimsuit is too old to wear to the pool, so I might as well use it for something." She smiled briefly at Jimmy, then spun around and went to the family room. Jimmy watched her as she walked out, then was surprised to notice that Jenny was watching her too. Music started emanating from the hall.
"Let's go do homework upstairs, where it's not so LOUD!" Jenny grabbed her backpack, then Jimmy's arm, and they went up to her room.
Although he found it difficult to concentrate, Jimmy managed to get some studying done. He even helped Jenny with hers, and by the time Mrs. Dale came home they were both half-sprawled on her bed, surrounded by books and papers. Mrs. Dale popped her head in the open doorway, and was visibly thrilled to see them working together. "Hey, Jenny, looks like someone's being a good influence on you!"
"Oh no, Mrs. Dale, It was Jenny's idea to do homework. I would have probably been watching TV or something." Jimmy sat up, suddenly self-concious of being on a bed with Jenny.
"Well still, it's quite a sight to see my daughter working so hard -- I'm sure it's good for her to have a classmate to study with!" With that, she went to her room to change.
Jenny played with a pencil for a moment, then sat up pensively. "You ARE a good influence on me, Jay. I think so, anyway. Am I a good influence on you?"
"Oh yeah, totally." Jimmy had been in study-mode for so long that her personal question caught him off-guard. "I mean, you're uh, like a great influence."
"So you feel like a better student? Like that?"
"No, not like that. It's more like, well, I don't know. It's just that I feel good about being here and doing stuff with you and all." Jimmy felt like he was starting to stutter.
Jenny looked at him coyly, then returned her gaze to her pencil. "Even when you're wearing PANTIES???" She started laughing and pounced, tickling Jimmy as he reclined on the bed. He howled with laughter, even as he was overcome with tingles everywhere that Jenny touched him. Without too much effort, Jenny had him pinned down on the bed, straddling him and holding down his wrists. From the hallway, they heard the sounds of Laura coming up to change, so Jenny leaned down slowly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, reprising the one she gave him yesterday. Then, she was off.
The rest of the evening was quite enjoyable for everyone. Mrs. Dale ordered pizza, and all of them watched sitcoms for a while. When it was time for bed, Jimmy went to Jenny's room and reached under the pillow where he had left the baby doll from the night before, neatly folded. It wasn't there. He turned around just as Jenny sidled in, holding something behind her back. She was wearing a thick white robe, tied at the waist, and she was humming in a teasing way at Jimmy.
"Guess what I'VE got..."
"I, uh, is it..."
"YES! It's time for you to get into your nightie, Jenny Two!" With her eyes lit up, Jenny held up the pink satin slip-style nightie she had been wearing the night before. "I told you I would get you to try this one to see if you liked it better than my baby doll..."
Jimmy's face was almost as pink as the nightie. His tingles were out of control. This was the moment he had been daydreaming about all day at school. He reached for the nightie, and Jenny shook her head. "Uh-uh. First take off your shirt. I'll put it on you."
He took off his shirt, feeling embarassed but not in a bad way, as Jenny walked up close to him. She stretched up and leaned against him slightly as she pulled the flimsy garment down over his head. "Give me your arms." One at a time, she pulled his hands through the spaghetti straps, and let the pink material fall down around him. "Now take off your pants and shorts." He sheepishly complied, and she stood back to see how it fit.
"I love this on you! You look better in it than I do!" Jimmy denied that immediately, but he was captivated by how this nightie felt on him. The smooth, light material was like nothing he'd ever felt. There was a little lace trim at the top, and although it was a little longer than the baby doll, the back was more revealing, and he felt cold. He wasn't sure if it was the temperature of the room, or his nervousness at having Jenny dress him in her nightclothes again.
He wasn't sure if she noticed, but his nipples were becoming visible from under the smooth fabric. The feel of the satin was combining with his giddyness to light his chest atingle, and this was causing a much more embarassing problem abit lower. Jenny was walking around him, adjusting the straps, and noticed the unmistakeable sign of his arousal protruding slightly from under the pink sheath.
Jimmy quickly leaned forward a little, to mask his problem, and looked questioningly at Jenny. "Is there anything else that goes with this?" he squeaked.
"Like what? Do you want something else to wear? Something underneath?" Jenny's face was one big smile.
"Yes, something underneath -- please?"
"Say it. Ask me for them. I want to hear you say it." She formed her lips silently around the word.
Jimmy was almost trembling when he replied, "Panties? Can I please have some panties to wear with this?"
Giggling loudly, Jenny pulled out a pair of pale pink lace panties from the pocket of her robe. She held them up to Jimmy's waist, which started hilighting his surging excitement below the waist again, so he quickly grabbed them out of her hands. He looked at the panties, the see-through fabric, the pink stretchiness, and then looked imploringly at giggling Jenny.
"Oh, okay, I'll turn around. You can put on your panties now, you shy little girl!"
Without replying, Jimmy stepped into the panties and pulled them up. They fit snuggly, and did manage to contain his maleness somewhat, although not completely. In fact, the feel of the lace against him was making a big problem feel bigger and bigger, even though he held his body in such a way as to obscure it.
Mrs. Dale came in to check on them, noticed that Jimmy was already in his nightie, and remarked that it seemed to fit him quite nicely. "Isn't this the one Jenny was wearing, though?" They both nodded. "So what are you going to wear tonight?"
Jenny opened her robe to reveal the light blue baby doll that Jimmy wore last night. Mrs. Dale nodded silently as she looked at her daughter, then turned to Jimmy. "Is that going to be enough for you? How about a robe?" Jimmy nodded this time, picturing himself walking into the kitchen in the morning with nothing but this pink nightie to hide his maleness.
While Mrs. Dale was getting a robe, Jenny said, "Is this okay? I wanted us to switch nighties tonight. I think it's fun. Are you okay with that?"
"Sure, Jenny. I think it's fun, too. I think you've got lots of fun ideas."
Jenny's eyes twinkled. With her robe still open, she hugged him tightly, and this time he had no doubt that she could feel what was going on under his panties. He pulled away slightly, even as he was hugging her back. Then he felt her lips kiss him softly on the neck and pull away. "Oh no, you're shivering again! I think this might be too cold for you! Do you want something else?"
"No, I want to wear this tonight. I mean, this is fine -- I'm not too cold."
Mrs. Dale left his robe draped across a chair and said goodnight as she went downstairs. "Jenny, time for bed..."
"Okay, Mom." Jenny said, then turned back to Jimmy. "So, maybe some tights? How bout we both wear tights tonight? Can I get you into a pair of tights? Please?" Jimmy's face blazed red as he nodded and smiled.
In an instant, Jenny pranced to her dresser and pulled out two pairs of opaque white tights. She had Jimmy sit down on the edge of the bed, next to her, as she showed him how to gather up one leg of the tights and pull it over one foot, then the other leg. Then, standing, and without a word, they both pulled their tights up over their knees, then their thighs, then up to their waists, Jimmy mimicing everything Jenny did. He realized that she might be able to see something of his anatomy under the tights, but noticed with relief that she was focused on her own tights at that moment. He let his nightie drape down, and couldn't keep from looking as she finished with hers. She looked up to see him staring and flushed instantly.
She looked down at his white nylon-clad legs lingeringly, then at her own. "Hey, we have pretty much the same legs." The whole situation was unreal for him. He thought only briefly of all the pictures of girls in tights he had memorized in his Sears catalog, and thought much more deeply about the tightness around his waist, the smell of Jenny's perfume all over him, and her slender white legs as they stepped toward him one more time.
"Well, good night," she said as she gave him one more hug, this time brushing one leg against his. One of her feet stepped lightly on his, and he felt electric tingles run up and down his spine as her toes traced along the top of his foot for a second or two. With one more peck on the lips, Jenny turned and scurried out, closing the door behind her.
He leaned the door closed and turned off the light, his revery both distracted and deepened by the sensation of his own tights stretched across his legs, pulling softly at his toes with every step. Trembling slightly, he walked over to the bed and turned on a little night light next to the nightstand, decorated with an angel motif. He simply had to look at what he was wearing for a moment before he went to bed.
The satin material of his pink sheath was warming up quickly, and as he sat on the bed and pressed his nylon-clad legs together he felt the warm insulation of the tights start to ease his chill. He couldn't believe that he was wearing Jenny's nightie again! The feeling was so intensely tingly he didn't even dare touch his own body or legs and make things worse. Or better. It still had a few wrinkles from when she wore it the night before. He smiled and felt his cheeks turn a gentle pink as he thought of Jenny's little kisses.
He heard Mrs. Dale approaching in the hall. Feeling suddenly embarassed, he tried to get into bed, but had to pull off some of the decorative pillows first. He felt her eyes on him as he piled them up on the floor. "I'm glad to see you're finally getting into bed, Jimmy–tomorrow's going to be a long day. And look how careful you are with these old pillows! I'm going to tell your mother what a nice houseguest you are."
He pulled back the covers and was about to jump in when he felt her hand on his arm, and then on his bottom as she repeated her inspection from the night before by lifting up the back of his nightie. Jimmy's face went red as a tomato as she paused, her voice soft and low as she made a questioning noise. She lifted the hem up higher, and then tugged at the waistband of the tights. "Whats this? I didn't notice you were wearing tights–maybe my eyes aren't used to the dark."
Although he had no reason to believe so, Jimmy got the sense that Mrs. Dale knew he was wearing tights as soon as she walked in the room. Maybe she wanted him to take them off? Maybe she had seen Jenny in hers, and was alarmed by the unusual intimacy of the two of them putting on such a garment together? Maybe this was all wrong? All these thoughts flew threw his head in the brief moment that she pulled back the tights just enough to confirm that he had on the lacy pink panties. He felt an unwanted surge in front, underneath these layers of nylon.
"Good, you've got your panties on." She let go of the waistband with a snap, and as his nightie floated down, she patted him twice on his rear to prompt him to climb into bed. Grateful to have the covers to hide under, Jimmy settled in as she kissed his cheek. "Did Jenny make you wear tights to bed? She gets a little enthusiastic sometimes–maybe more than she should. Are you comfortable with them on?"
"I'm okay, Mrs. Dale. Jenny was just worried that I'd be cold. She's just helping me out."
"Oh Jimmy, you are a real treasure–your mother is going to be very happy to hear how good you've been!" She kissed him one more time, said goodnight, and left. With a sigh of relief, Jimmy sank deeper into his pillow. He was too wiped out from all this excitement and embarassment that he couldn't be bothered to turn off the nightlight. He fell asleep surprisingly fast.
In the middle of the night, he woke abruptly. He had been dreaming about Jenny leading a pack of girls in chasing him through the school. They caught him repeatedly and took off parts of his clothes, finding girls underwear underneath.
His panties and tights could scarcely contain his erection. He kicked off some of the covers to cool down, hoping his excitement would subside enough so he could go to the bathroom. He was immediately flushed with tingles though, as he saw the lace trim of his nightie, and felt his nylon legs slide together. Frustrated, he pulled the covers back up.
The dream had been so vivid, his night had been so crazy. Almost against his will, he felt his hands slide over his chest and stomach. He tried to see if he could go back to sleep, but was kept in his fitful state by the visions of girls, all wearing dresses from that Sears catalog. And tights. As his hands wandered over his own tights, he imagined they were Jenny's hands uncovering the feminine garments under his school clothes. He tossed and turned hoping in vain to get back to sleep, but unable to keep still. When he decided he better get up, he opened his eyes and immediately saw the pink straps of his nightie and a small bit of lace trim peaking out from under the sheets.
It was all too much for him. The feeling of his clothes, the smell of Jenny's perfume, the crazy dream, and thoughts of Jenny's embrace–what finally did him in was his earnest attempt to get up. The feeling of the tights over his panties as he tried to rise overcame him and he collapsed back down shuddering in convulsions.
After a moment he was still, his heart beating furiously. Then he took stock of what happened. With dread, he sat up, pulled up the nightie in front, and looked to see what the nightlight would reveal. A small stain on the front of the tights, near the waistband, confirmed what he already knew. He pulled them down, and gained some small relief when he found that the little panties were pretty much dry–his tossing and turning had caused things to get rearranged abit down there.
Quietly, he stood up and peeked out the door to see if he could get to the bathroom unnoticed. The house was dark. He snuck out into the hall, and bumped into something on the floor before he made it to the bathroom. Once inside, he did his best to clean up his tights with tissue, the bathroom fan covering the noise he made. He then pulled down tights and panties together to sit on the toilet, thinking that if perhaps he had remembered to do this before going to bed, he might not have woken up in the middle of such dreams and been in the mess he was in now!
He thought about taking the tights off altogether, but was sure there'd be questions in the morning if he did. So he pulled everything snugly back up, washed his hands, and turned off the light to give himself a moment to get used to the dark. He opened the door to leave, only to bump into Jenny in the hall! He knew it was her both by her height and by the nylon-covered toes he stepped on.
"Are you okay, Jimmy?" she whispered. She reached for his shoulder, but first found his chest. As she moved her hand, he felt a strap slide off his shoulder. "I heard you get up, and I thought you might be feeling sick."
Jimmy took her hand as he shrugged his strap back up, and said "I'm fine, Jenny, I -uh, well, I just had to go to the bathroom." She reached around with her other hand to give him a quick hug.
"You were in there awhile, so I got worried. I'm glad you're okay. Is my nightie too cold? How do you like wearing my good tights?"
Jimmy was deeply grateful for the dark, but was feeling uncomfortable talking about this, after what he'd just experienced. "Well, um, they sure do keep my legs warm."
"I never even checked to see if they fit you. Do they fit? Are they too small? Where do they come up to?" Her hands found his waist and pressed around through his nightie to find the waistband. "They should stretch enough to fit you," she whispered as her fingers somehow wormed into the waistband and began pulling his tights higher up his waist. In the very dim light of the hallway his white thighs became uncovered and he felt more exposed than if he had been naked. He instinctively tried to pull back, but bumped into the doorframe.
"They fit perfectly, Jenny! They're like, well, um, well they fit better than anything I've ever worn. They're so snug and all..." Jimmy felt like an idiot talking about this, but was almost helpless to stop. Luckily, Jenny did.
"Okay, good. My turn for the bathroom. Good night Jenny Two!" She slid past him and closed the door.
"Good night, Jenny One" he said as he finally snuck back to his room, thanking his lucky stars that he hadn't taken the tights off. He sank into bed and fell asleep quickly and deeply. Tomorrow he'd figure out how to clean her tights and get through another day.
Jimmy instinctively wanted to hide under the sheets as he had the previous morning, but decided that was silly. She had already seen him in this little outfit, and the light touch of her hand through the tights felt even more curious and compelling than the few steps he took through the deep carpet in tights last night. He felt no great surprise that this garment which had so intrigued him on the legs of all the girls at school for so long was just as evocative and tingly draped over his own body.
Mrs. Dale finished opening the window shades, smiled warmly at Jimmy, and left. He got up and smoothed his nightie down to cover as much of his thighs as possible, then followed her down into the kitchen.
This time, Jenny was already sitting at the table–she beamed at him as he walked in. "Good morning, bed-face! Did you sleep well?"
"Um, yeah, I guess so. Your bed is real nice, Jenny." he sat down and poured himself some cereal. He spilled a few flakes when he felt Jenny's feet clamp around his ankle under the table.
"How did you like wearing my tights to bed? Did you stay warm enough? Do you like them?" she whispered, her eyes agleam. Jimmy's face was reddening fast. "I love how they feel under the covers–smooth!" She punctuated this last comment by running a toe up his calf.
"They feel–good. I, um, I guess I like them" his voice soft and low. He flinched as her foot slid back down to his foot, tickling him. Jenny giggled as she withdrew.
"Jenny, Jimmy's going to have to tag along with you to ballet today, remember, so I want you to be nice to him and not tease him too much." Mrs. Dale walked around and put a hand on each of their shoulders. Jimmy's mind involuntarily focused on nightie straps, both his and Jenny's. "You've both been on such good behaviour so far, I hope you can keep it up the rest of the week!"
They finished eating breakfast in a jovial mood, talking about some of their teachers. When Jenny left to go up to her room, Jimmy couldn't help but look at her, so he masked his furtive glance by arising himself, beginning to clear the table. In an electric moment of deja-vu, he caught "her" taking a sidelong look at *his* legs from over her shoulder! Mrs. Dale startled him by grabbing the milk carton out of his hands to lighten her coffee. She seemed oblivious to what was going on.
As he walked up the stairs, still abit dazed by this secret chemistry, he heard Laura emerge from the family room, rushing through the kitchen. "Hey Jenn, I'm way late. Can you go grab me some pantyhose? Just toss them down the stairs and–oh, sorry Jimmy! From down here you looked just like Jenn from behind. Wow, nice legs!"
Laura's mock leer and winking eye brought renewed tingles to Jimmy, as well as a reaction from underneath his panties. He reached the top of the stairs, smoothing his nightie down self-consciously, and called back down "Um, yeah, Jenny asked me to wear her tights to bed last night." Laura nodded approvingly with a smile. "Uh, it sounds like she's taking a shower, so..."
"Oh, can you go get some for me, sweetie? I just got a run, and I am so late I'm going to change into them at school. Pretty please? They're in my top drawer. Grab any pair you can find in suntan!"
He found himself silently craving each assault on his masculinity as soon as it came at him, even as his resulting arousal became a liability. Jimmy hurried into her room and opened her dresser to find all manner of lacy underwear, bras, and similar garments. To one side was a jumble of tangled hosiery. Hands slightly trembling, he pulled out one leg of a pair of pantyhose, and had to unravel it from the others.
He'd seen pantyhose before, both on the legs of most of the women in his life and in his mother's laundry basket, but had not yet held a pair in his hands. It seemed like ages since he first walked into Jenny's room and picked up a pair of her underwear, though it had scarcely been a day and a half. He thought fleetingly of how different it was to actually hold (and wear) such things and not just admire them in a catalog.
But Laura was in a hurry. He stifled the urge to examine them more closely. He ran back to the top of the stairs, but Laura was fiddling around with her backpack in the kitchen, so he came bounding down to hand them to her.
"Oh, thank you so much, Jaybird! You're a huge help! These are perfect!" She took the hose in one hand, grabbed the back of his head with the other, and gave him a quick, firm kiss on the lips, her voice amplifying the "mwah" sound. With a wink, she stuffed the nylons into her bag and hurried out the door. Jimmy looked at her legs as she left, trying to see if he could spot the run in the stockings she was wearing, but she was gone too fast.
He went to his room and got his school clothes ready to put on. When he heard Jenny leave the bathroom, he went in with his clothes, reluctantly took off his tights, panties, and nightie, and got in the shower. He could still feel Laura's kiss on his lips, as well as Jenny's, and he found himself wondering about this family that did so much kissing as a matter of routine.
He emerged clean from the shower, got dressed, combed his hair, and then picked up the tights to see if a stain had set from last night's disaster. He panicked when he saw a little white mark, and tried to get it out with a damp washcloth. This made the front of the tights wet, and he couldn't tell if the stain was gone. So he blotted them with a dry towel, got dressed, scooped up the pink panties and nightie, and put everything under his pillow, hoping for the best.
A glance at the clock told him that he was now running late himself, so he hurriedly got his books together and joined Jenny on the way to Mrs. Dale's car for a ride to school. Jenny was in jeans and a t-shirt. The three of them chatted amiably during the ride, and Jimmy started to feel like a normal boy again.
School seemed to pass by quickly that day. Jimmy was not as taken by daydreams as he had been the day before. Perhaps the release he experienced last night was a blessing in disguise. He felt great, aced a pop quiz in math class, played with some friends during recess, and generally forgot all about the confusing tingles of the Dale household.
The tingles came back with a vengeance, however, when Jenny stopped by his locker after the last class and smiled, "Hey Jenny Two, ready for ballet?" A couple of girls turned their heads as they walked by, their faces looking puzzled, and Jimmy faked a laugh, hoping to pass it off as an inside joke.
Sensing Jimmy's embarassment, Jenny, blushed a little herself, "Sorry, I guess I should be more sensitive about your predicament. So you wanna follow me to ballet class? You can just sit in the corner and read or something." Jimmy was grateful for her understanding, and felt a surge of affection for her as he followed her through the school.
As they walked together, their shoulders brushing against each other, Jimmy soon found himself in gently aching anticipation of another night with the Dales. At the same time, he resolved to keep himself from getting as out-of-control excited as he had been late last night. With his mind so focused (and his shoulder lightly atingle), he was completely unprepared for what he was about to see in Jenny and Laura's ballet school.
"So do you like ballet?" Jenny asked as they walked, then looked over at him with her head cocked and a little smile spreading on her face. The ballet school was housed in a building adjoining the campus of their regular school. They were outside, crossing the grounds, and though they had left the crowded halls behind they still walked closely together.
"I, well, I guess so. I don't know. I've never really seen it." Jimmy paused. "Well, except on TV a few times. My mom is crazy about ballet, so sometimes she watches it."
"Oh, Jimmy, ballet is ten times more in person than it is on television! A hundred times! If you haven't seen a live ballet performance, then you don't know what you're missing! I'm so excited that you're coming to our school so you can experience a taste of it!"
Jimmy started to respond, stopped himself, then started again as Jenny looked at him questioningly. "Well, I sort of did experience a tiny little taste of it, actually." He felt his face reddening–a now-familiar feeling around these Dale girls.
"You saw a ballet performance?"
"No. Well, almost. I was kind of forced to take a ballet class by my mom when I was 8." Before Jimmy could go on, Jenny grabbed his elbow and stood in open-mouthed amazement, beaming at him. "It was a class for boys. Back where we used to live. It was kind of silly, really, because we were just a bunch of goofy boys horsing around. We had class twice a week one summer and that was it."
"Jimmy, you never told me that! You knew I've been taking ballet for years and you never told me YOU'D taken a class!"
"Hey, nobody knows I took it, except my mom. And now you, so don't tell anybody!"
"Aww, you don't want all your friends to know you got to dance around in a tutu?" Jenny was visibly excited by this little confession, and tempered her teasing by softening her voice and rubbing his shoulder.
"No, we didn't ever get that far. We didn't put on any special outfits or anything–just did everything in shorts and t-shirts. I guess they didn't want to make us feel like sissies or whatever." Jimmy looked at the ground.
"Hey, boys who wear tights are not sissies! I happen to know one so I know what I'm talking about!" Jenny tickled his stomach playfully.
"Ha, yeah. It's kind of funny that I finally got to, um, I never had to wear tights until last night. Yours, I mean."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know, they never made me wear tights when I was taking the class, but last night there I was putting on your tights." Jimmy was on the verge of stuttering–his tingles were spiking through his stomach now.
Jenny paused. "Was that bad of me? I thought you might like to wear them cause I like them so much, and I saw you looking at my–well, I got a feeling you just might like them."
He gulped. "I did."
"So wait a sec, when you were in that class, did you ever wish you could dress up in the costumes?" Her eyes sparkled as she analyzed his face.
"No way!" Jimmy's automatic response didn't deter her.
"Jimmy, it's okay. You can tell me if you did! I think it's cool–remember, I'm the one who's been dressing you up in my nighties for the past two nights! With cute little panties!"–the last sentence in a loud whisper.
"Well, I never even thought about costumes until the last class. That's when we had another class of girls having a session on the other side of the studio. It was the first time we'd seen anyone else doing ballet–maybe they taught us in a seperate area to protect us sissies."
"Jimmy! That's enough of that!"
"I'm just kidding about the sissy thing, but maybe they were afraid other kids would tease us. Do the boys in your ballet school ever get teased?"
"I'm sad to say that we have no boys in our school. Not even one. It's such a shame, 'cause we could use him."
Jimmy took a breath and continued. "Anyway, those girls were alot more into ballet than we were–they all had on leotards and stuff. I think the teachers brought our classes together because they wanted to figure out which of the boys were good enough to join the girls in a recital that was coming up. They needed two boys to do a little dance number with the girls."
"See, Jimmy? The whole world needs more boy ballerina–er, ballet dancers!"
"I didn't know what to think, cause I hadn't really connected our beginning 'ballet for boys' class with the whole girlie ballerina thing yet. I liked the class, but seeing those girls walking around and stretching like that was different."
"Different how?"
"Well, a little intimidating cause they were way more disciplined then any of us, but also kinda crazy because I was still at an age where I hated girls. But they looked great to me, even back then. I pretty much knew right off the bat I wanted to be one of the two boys."
"And?? Were you??? What happened, Jimmy?" Jenny's interest was palpable.
"I tried as hard as I could, without looking like I was trying hard, but they picked two other boys." Jimmy smiled wistfully.
"Oh, poor Jaybird! So you didn't get to be in the recital?"
"Well, they offered it to the rest of us. Only we weren't going to dance with the girls up close. We'd be part of what you might call the 'chorus line' or something. We'd just do some simple steps in the background. I halfway considered it, until I found out that we'd be dressed up in some kind of chicken costume!"
"A chicken costume??? That is precious! I can just see you."
"I told my mom there was no way I was going to dance around on stage in a chicken costume, and she just laughed. That was the end of my ballet career." Jimmy was a little trembly from having revealed all this, but started feeling a sense of relief at having a friendly ear to bend.
They walked on, chuckling. "Well, you know Jimmy, I used to be in recitals like that. You probably would have had to wear tights for that chicken costume, you realize that don't you?"
"Well, no. All this time I guess I thought it would have been some kind of miniature chicken thing." This time Jimmy was the one who stopped walking for a beat.
"Oh, no. They'd have put you in a ballet costume! It would have been decorated like a chicken, but believe me it would still be a ballet costume. Leotard and tights, slippers, the works. Maybe something on your head and even makeup!"
"I, hmmm." Jimmy became pensive. The sky was clear and cold, but talking about this with Jenny was making him feel warm. Last night Jenny's nightie made him feel abit like he was wearing a pink dress, but now his mind drifted to the little pink ballet skirt one of the taller girls wore during that one fateful class.
"Would it have made a difference?" she asked.
"What?"
"If you knew that you'd have to wear a leotard and tights for your recital, would it have made a difference to you? Would you have tried it?"
"I, uh...." Jimmy went from pensive to flustered in a few heartbeats.
"Did you like the way the girls looked in the girls class?"
"Oh, well yeah, I..."
"And you liked your ballet class, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you wanted to dance with the girls?"
"Yeah..."
"So didn't you ever want to try on a real ballet outfit?"
Jimmy paused, then cleared his throat. "Well, I never really even thought about it until..." His eyes were cast down. He was not lying, but Jenny was extremely close to finding out a real secret. Not that he had daydreamed of what it would have been like to dance with those girls and touch their costumes–he had as much as admitted that already. But he didn't want her to know about that stupid Sears catalog–how he had studied every page of female clothing, including dancewear. How certain clothes had become extraordinarily sexual for him. How terribly crushed he'd be if she didn't drape one of her nighties over him tonight.
"Until the recital? Or until me?" she said, after a few moments, her voice very quiet now. Jimmy couldn't answer, his stomach was in utter turmoil. He just looked at her once as they neared the ballet school. Her eyes were following her fingers as she played with the zipper of her jacket.
They walked in the front door. With a glance, they silently agreed to suspend the conversation, now that they were once again in earshot of other people. They were both blushing, though any passerby would have attributed that to the chilly wind outside.
As they entered the building, Jimmy was immediately struck by the sight of girls in dance outfits. It was like a replay of that fateful class, only now the girls were older and far more beautiful. If his conversation with Jenny hadn't silenced his vocal chords for the moment, the proximity of these ballerinas-in-training certainly did.
It seemed that the different classes had different dress codes, because the girls seemed to be drifting into their studios in like-colored leotards. On one side of the hall was a class of younger girls all in pink. Some of their tights were footless, others wore little ballet slippers. On the other side a class formed of older girls in light blue leotards.
Everyone seemed to be wearing pink tights, except for the handful of adult teachers who favored black tights that were abit on the sheer side. It had taken Jimmy a few moments to take all this in, when he found that he was already halfway down the hall, standing alone.
A few yards behind him, Jenny had dropped her book bag and was pulling off her jacket. She laughed at Jimmy for his confusion, and then at the look of surprise on his face when he saw long maroon sleeves appearing from under her t-shirt. "I changed at school already, to save time. It's a good thing, too, cause class is about to start!"
She pulled off her shirt to reveal a beautiful maroon leotard with a pinch-pleat design in front, accentuating her small breasts. He felt a surge in tingle activity, and when she kicked off her shoes and shrugged off her jeans to reveal her long legs clad in pink, he felt a physical surge in his own jeans. He'd never been more attracted to anyone in his life.
For her part, Jenny was inscrutable. She slipped easily into the role of dance student and hurried into the studio with her slippers in hand, not looking back to Jimmy but giving him a half-wave. He was dumbfounded. He began moving toward her studio door, and caught a glimpse of her talking with a few other similarly-clad girls, but just then the teacher walked up and closed the door.
Jimmy slowly walked back to the main door, only half-noticing the handful of girls still hurrying to their classes. He went outside, found a sunny stair step to sit on next to a pillar, and realized that they hadn't seen Laura. He figured she must have arrived before they did and was already in her class. With a self-conscious grimace, he realized that he'd gone for a full twenty minutes or so without thinking about what he'd been wearing last night. Instead he was now thinking of a maroon leotard, a pair of pink tights, and the warm body that danced inside them right now.
"Hello young man, are you a student here?" From the look of the black tights on her legs peeking out from under her coat, Jimmy guessed that she was a dance teacher.
"Um, no. I'm just waiting for someone who's taking ballet here." Jimmy squinted in the sunlight.
"Oh, well maybe you should take a class or two yourself–have you ever thought of trying out?" She tilted her head to one side and smiled. Jimmy was surprised at how pretty she was.
"Try out?" Normally, Jimmy would have answered with a simple "no" or some unintelligible grunt in keeping with being a typical boy talking to a typical stranger. But he was confused by the question. Was this a school or a drama performance?
"Oh you have to audition before we'll let you in so we'll know exactly where to begin with you. And we do need boys. Are you on any sports teams after school?" She was pulling something out of her purse.
"Uh, no." still confused, he started to get up but she motioned for him to stay seated.
"Here's our card. Give it to your parents and tell them there's a full scholarship available for boys. New classes start every season. We can probably get you into our current session, in fact, since it started just last week."
"I, uh." Jimmy understood what she was saying, but she left him little time to think of any more articulate responses. He took her card. "But..."
"You'll just need your parents to fill out a form and sign it and we can enroll you anytime. We'd love to have some boys to give our holiday performances a boost! Just call that number if you have any questions. Oh, and don't worry, we have facilities for you to change and take showers and the like. I don't think the scholarship covers dancewear–you know, tights and things–but we have quite a stockpile we keep on-hand for costuming, so maybe we can work something out. Have a nice afternoon!"
She said all this while walking to the front door, leaving no breaks for Jimmy to interject any sort of reply. He felt a little breathless from the exchange, and was glad it was over now, but he couldn't help wondering to himself at the coincidence of having two people talk to him about ballet lessons on the same day! He tucked the teacher's card inside his math book and resumed studying.
Fifteen minutes later, Jimmy looked up from his books as the front door opened and girls began streaming out of the building. He noticed with some alarm that his mere presence seemed to be drawing attention from a number of students, so he tried to bury his face back in his books and avoid looking to see if anyone was still wearing tights as they walked out.
Jenny and Laura approached him together, greeting him cheerfully. He was both disappointed and relieved to see that Jenny was back in jeans. As the two sat down on either side of him, however, Jimmy couldn't help but look at the stretch of thigh that the slit in Laura's skirt revealed. He closed his books and while putting them away in his backpack he stole another glance at her feet before sitting back up.
"So Jimmy, ready for a little shopping?" Jenny asked as she scratched his hunched back. He turned to face her in an effort to avoid being caught looking at her sisters legs–an effort which turned herculean as he noticed Laura crossing them out of the corner of his eye. "Maybe we'll buy you a new nightie!" Jenny blinked at him, smiling broadly.
"What?" Jimmy, still unaccustomed to Jenny's teasing, was once again reduced to monosyllabic responses. Jenny laughed and tickled him at the waist just as Mrs. Dale pulled up in their station wagon.
Laura got in the front seat and Jimmy and Jenny shared the back. The ride was pleasant but uneventful. He didn't talk about his conversation with the ballet school teacher, and was grateful that Jenny stayed mum about their earlier conversation. He sensed that Mrs. Dale and Laura would be almost as excited to hear of his dance lessons as Jenn was, and he just couldn't take any more crazy tingly conversations today.
Soon they arrived at the local shopping mall, and as they walked towards the main entrance to one of the resident department stores, Mrs. Dale put her arm around Jimmy. He noticed a slight sheen on the taupe stockings adorning her legs, a grey skirt fluttering just above her knee. "The girls know what they need, but I don't know if you need anything sweetie. I can advance you a little money today as long as your mother can pay me back, so feel free to do a little shopping for yourself as long as it's not too expensive."
"And as long as it's not boy-pajamas!" Jimmy turned around, surprised that Laura was now joining in on the teasing. He was doubly surprised to see that Laura had directed her comment not at him, but at Jenny, who was blushing and smiling. Her eyes gleamed as she returned Jimmy's glance.
"Now you two be nice. Jimmy's been so sweet he deserves a little peace!" Mrs. Dale squeezed him closer–he became aware of her breast pressing gently against his shoulder. "If you want to buy some pajamas today, you go right ahead. You know you can wear our nighties for the rest of the week, but if you'd rather have new pajamas, I'm sure you can find something on sale today."
Jimmy smiled silently as they entered the store, wondering idly what kind of nighties Mrs. Dale and Laura wore. They split up and agreed to meet in one hour in the shoe department.
Jimmy made his way to the boys clothing area, and half-heartedly looked over the sale racks. His mother bought his clothes for him, and although he was generally happy to spend that sort of quality time with her, he didn't really like shopping much. As much as he thought about the clothes the girls at school wore, and as much as he pored over that Sears catalog and the other catalogs his mother got in the mail, he simply didn't take much of an interest in his own wardrobe.
He found some "boy pajamas" on sale–they were made of heavy plaid cotton, similar to the PJs locked up in his house next to the Dale's. The sale seemed like a bargain, and he knew his mother would gladly pay for them, but these pajamas were simply the last thing he wanted to wear to bed that night. He put down the pair he was holding and quickly walked out of the store and into the shopping mall proper.
Time went by quickly once he found a bookstore and got lost in a paperback. When he returned to the shoe section of the department store, he found Mrs. Dale and both girls actively trying on an array of heels and sandals. "Hi Jimmy, come sit down!" Jenny said as he approached, patting a chair next to her. "We're just having some fun trying on shoes."
"Feeding our shoe addiction, more like it!" added Laura as she took off an ivory pump. "This is like one of our rituals."
Mrs. Dale smiled at Jimmy and took off the navy pair she had been trying out, collapsing back into her chair with a tired end-of-the-day sigh. For a moment there was silence. Jimmy's eyes fluttered down to Jenny's white sandals. She was still wearing her pink tights.
"Hey, you should join in, Jenny Two!" Jenny exclaimed when she noticed his gaze. "Why don't you try these on? I bet they'll fit you! Our legs look the same, maybe our feet match, too!"
Before he had a chance to react, Laura winked at her sister and pounced down on Jimmy's feet, untying his shoes and pulling them off. "Hey, wait!" Jimmy's half-hearted protest was ignored. He looked over to Mrs Dale in embarassment, and she smiled at him, then cocked her head to watch the girls.
Jenny had the sandals off in seconds, and brought one up to Jimmy's foot. She got his toes inside, but the shoe was simply too small–the strap wouldn't fasten. "Oh, your sock is too thick. Let me..." she peeled off one of his socks inside out, dropping it behind her.
"Uh, Jenny. These nice clerks at the store are kind enough to let us try on all these shoes, but they aren't going to like someone putting their bare feet in them. We need to get going anyway–it's getting late." Mrs. Dale put her own shoes back on and she and the girls tidied up all the loose shoes. "Jenny, why don't we get you that pair?"
"Really, mom?"
"Sure. They're marked way down, and I think they'd look so good with your church outfit!"
They purchased that pair for Jenny, and a pair of black mules for Laura, and went back to the car. During the ride home, Jenny changed into her new white sandals again and jokingly placed her feet across the seat in Jimmy's lap. "How do you like your new shoes, Jenny Two?"
Jimmy had played the deer-in-the-headlights so many times in the past two days that even though Jenny's feet in his lap were causing quite a stir, he managed to maintain some composure. "I think they're just divine," he said in falsetto, "but Mother told me no white shoes after Labor Day!" The Dales, all three of them, erupted in surprised laughter. Then, as Jenny put her feet back down, "Anyway, they're too small for me..." This last comment slipped out almost involuntarily in a soft, low voice.
Jenny seemed to be the only one who picked up on it, because she leaned over to whisper in his ear "I think they might fit you if you try them on with tights." She punctuated it with a light kiss to his ear. Whatever composure Jimmy had was gone now–he simply froze from all the tingling. The rest of the drive went by quickly, though he was scarcely aware of anything other than the warmth of Jenny's knee as it brushed against his.
Although the dinner conversation went well, he found his thoughts drifting off to the ballet school. The idea of returning to ballet class had occured to him before, mainly when he came across the pages of girls and women modeling leotards and tights in his Sears catalog. But after being relegated to the chorus line, he lacked any confidence that he'd ever be good enough to make a serious go of it now that he was older. Still, that hallway full of ballerinas looked awfully good to him, and he could think of worse ways to spend a couple of afternoons a week.
After dinner, he joined Laura and Jenny in the family room to do a little homework while Mrs. Dale watched the news on television. He felt abit more settled and relaxed, so he didn't notice that at one point Jenny and Laura had gone upstairs and he was left alone with Mrs. Dale.
"Uh, Jimmy, I think the girls are going to pick out some nighties for you." He glanced quickly up at her from his books as he sprawled on the floor. "You don't really mind wearing nighties around us, do you?" She smiled at him, her head once again cocked to one side.
"Oh no, Mrs. Dale. Not really, anyway. I mean, I like it okay." As much time as Jimmy spent thinking about wearing Jenny's nighties, his mouth had trouble forming words with regard to them.
"Well I'm glad to hear that, because I'd like you to do me a favor." She glanced towards the hallway leading to the stairs before continuing. "I had an ulterior motive for buying Jenny those white sandals. My younger sister is getting married, and wants very much to have Jenny as a bridesmaid." Jimmy nodded, not sure where this was going.
"Well, she hasn't had a chance to ask her yet, and I don't want to ruin the surprise–Jenny just *adores* my sister–but I really need to get a sense of what length to buy her dress. There isn't much time in the schedule for alterations and everything. But you and Jenny are exactly the same size–do you think you could put on her sandals really quickly before they come back down? Then I can take some measurements and she'll never be the wiser."
"Sure!" Jimmy realized immediately that he may have answered a little too enthusiastically, but his mind was reeling. Immersed in his studies, he hadn't prepared himself to deal with wearing Jenny's things for another hour or so, and though he felt a bit dumbstruck, he was also very excited.
At Mrs. Dale's prompting, he walked over and retrieved the sandals from where Jenny had kicked them off in the kitchen earlier, listening anxiously for any sign of activity from the girls. He heard nothing. Slightly atremble, he returned, noticing her face seemed illuminated somehow.
"Take off your socks, Jimmy. I know these will fit you. Well, hold on..." Jimmy began removing his socks while she spoke. "To make sure they fit right, you need to put on some hose. I see Laura's got a pair falling out of her purse over there, can you hand them to me?"
This was simply beyond the pale. Jimmy was stunned, and found himself responding to Mrs. Dale's requests in a warm, tingly, wordless daze. She took the suntan shaded pantyhose from him and playfully held them up against Jimmy's waist, letting the wrinkly shrunken legs dangle against his jeans. This was the pair Laura had replaced that morning, and Jimmy wondered why she hadn't just thrown them out.
"Now quickly, before the girls come back down, take off your jeans." He hesitated, but when she started unbuckling his belt he quickly took over and wriggled out of his pants. He was embarrassed, but didn't know why, because Mrs. Dale had certainly already seen more of him than this.
"Your boxers too, silly. You can't wear pantyhose over boxers." She glanced up at his face, and her cheeks seemed redder. "Oh, you need some modesty. Wait, I've got an idea. Bear with me a second." Mrs. Dale stood up in front of him, and at first he thought she was dancing! He stepped back, and couldn't keep his eyes from drifting down from her face to her waist, where her hands slid across her hips in a sort of shimmy. A second later, her slip emerged from beneath her skirt, sliding down with each twist of her hips even as it clung to her taupe stockings from static. She finally bent over and pulled it all the way down and stepped out of it entirely.
"I'll lend you my half-slip to give you a little privacy. It's actually better this way because my measurements will come out more accurately. Can you put this on yourself, or do you want me to help you?"
Jimmy took the slip and started fumbling with it, but the satiny material was unfamiliar to his hands and when he finally thought he had it ready to put on it was inside out. With a breathy sigh and a tongue-click, Mrs. Dale took it back out of his hands, knelt in front of him, and deftly held it ready for him to step into. When he did, she pulled it all the way up to his waist, then released the soft material to drape over his shorts, falling to just above his knees. It reminded him of Jenny's pink nightie, but it fit more snugly and had abundant lace trim.
Mrs. Dale grabbed Laura's pantyhose and started gathering up one leg. "Take off your boxers now that you're decent!" She winked at him. He immediately complied, feeling both happier to be covered by the silky garment and more stressed at the thought of the girls walking in on them. With his shorts off, he stood straight up for a moment but quickly realized his tension had found its way to his maleness, which was growing unfettered and somewhat obvious. The material of the slip was only accelerating the process, and having the elastic waistband so close to what was happening left no folds of draped fabric to obscure anything. The fact that it was still warm to the touch and smelled like Mrs. Dale's perfume wasn't helping at all.
Luckily, Mrs. Dale seemed preoccupied with the pantyhose, and as she slipped one leg onto his right foot he put a hand on her shoulder to encourage her to stay focused on his feet. She slid the snug hosiery smoothly up to his knee, then quickly put on the other leg, tugging and smoothing and sliding the nylon up his legs and under his slip. The feel of sheer pantyhose on his legs would have excited him regardless, but the feel of Mrs. Dale's hands pulling them on was about to send him into convulsions. His full-scale erection was quite apparent under the white nylon, and when she finally noticed it and paused for an instant, kneeling right there in front of it, Jimmy thought he would die of embarassment. He tried to take over donning the pantyhose when she got to the top of his thighs, but with another tongue-click she just kept working them up, finally releasing the waistband at his sides with a snap.
His physical excitement was unbearable, and he was shaking mildly as he concentrated on not having his first orgasm in the presence of a woman right here in front of Mrs. Dale. In all her tugging and sliding, she hadn't actually touched him *there*, but the snugness of the sheer panty was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Luckily that very snugness was helping to mask his arousal, wrapped tightly as it was around his waist. He wondered if at any point during her ministrations she'd pulled up the hem of the slip too high and actually seen anything, but then was startled when he heard a noise from upstairs.
"Oh good, they're playing music. That means we've got a little more time. My goodness, Jimmy, you're legs look so good in nylons!" She stroked at one of his knees while saying this, and he was astonished to notice her cheeks might be as rosy as his were. "Now, normally I'd have asked you to put on panties first, because around here we wear panties under our pantyhose, but we just don't have time for that now. Here, step into this shoe."
His nylon-covered foot slid effortlessly into the snug white sandals, and as Mrs. Dale buckled them on he found the feel of them very pleasant. The height of the heel was a new experience, but almost as fascinating was the sight of his tan toes peeking out from under the straps. He was mesmerised and didn't notice Jenny walking in until he heard her voice.
"Hey, what's going on?" She looked questioningly at Jimmy, then her mother. The look on her face was not one of pleasant surprise, rather it was one of shock. "What are you doing with him? Are those my shoes???"
Jimmy turned to face her, completely embarassed but also confused at her reaction. "I..."
Mrs. Dale interjected "Jenny, I can explain. He was..."
"I can't believe you're dressing him up in my shoes right there in our family room! And Jimmy, what do you think you're doing? I thought you were, you were..." Tears began streaming down her face and she ran from the room, crying. Mrs. Dale took Jimmy's hand as they heard a door slam upstairs.
"Oh my! Why don't you wait right here, I'll go talk to her and explain what we were doing. I'm so sorry, Jimmy! Oh dear..." She left the room, just as Laura entered. The teen looked questioningly at her mother, but when she saw Jimmy standing there in a slip her eyes went wide and her mouth made an "O" shape.
Jimmy was in shock, but not paralyzed. He picked up his jeans as Laura walked up to him. "So, you wanna tell me what's going on here?" Her eyebrows were cocked.
He explained the situation in a bit of a stutter, and expressed how bad he felt that Jenny was upset, but that he didn't know why since she had spent the last couple of nights dressing him up herself in full view of her mother. He gathered up his clothes as he talked, but wasn't sure where to change–he didn't want to go upstairs if Jenny needed some privacy, and he didn't want to change in front of Laura.
She seemed to understand what he wanted, and started to go to the kitchen, when she asked, "Wait a sec there, Jaybird, who's pantyhose are those?"
"Um, yours. Your mom saw them there in your purse, and put them–and asked me to put them on." He reddened as Laura bent down to look at them more closely.
"Don't move–there's a new run in this leg. I can stop it with some nail polish. I mean it–don't move a muscle and definitely do not take them off! I'll be right back." She left to go upstairs and Jimmy found himself alone with his thoughts.
Why was Jenny so upset? Was she mad at him for dressing up without her? Was she angry with her mother? Why was she crying like that? The sight of Jenny in tears lingered in his mind, and he felt himself on the verge of crying too. Standing there with a boys t-shirt on over women's undergarments distinctly added to his feelings of vulnerability.
Laura returned with a bottle of clear polish. "These are the ones that got a run this morning–thanks again for saving me by the way." She dabbed at one end of the run as she talked. "I can't wear them with skirts anymore, but I can still wear them with pants, so I need to get this run stopped right now. You should be more careful when you put on pantyhose!" Her voice was one of mock-scolding. She smiled at him.
"I think Jenny's a little hurt that you were playing dressup without her. She's really got a little thing for you, Jimmy–maybe you didn't know that. I know what Mom was doing, but it's too bad she didn't just sneak you into her room or something. Well, Jenny would've asked about that too. She's really brightened up her attitude since you moved in, and she's keeping an eye on everything you do. We're talking puppy love here, Jaybird. Be sweet to her when you get a chance, okay?" Laura looked up at Jimmy's face as she said this last sentence and was touched to see a single tear emerge from one eye. She brushed it away for him and held his cheek in her hand for a moment.
Mrs. Dale's voice came from the hallway, "Jimmy, could you come up here, please?" He felt strange walking through the house dressed as he was, and he stumbled as he entered the kitchen because of the heels. Laura steadied him and helped him up the stairs. They walked in to Jenny's room and his eyes met hers. A moment later, she sprang from the bed and hugged him tightly.
"Oh Jimmy, Mom told me what was going on, and I'm so sorry, I just got so upset because I thought what we had–our dressing up at night–was so special and private and I guess I didn't know what was going on so I just got mad and scared and hurt and seeing you wearing my shoes looking so cute without me to help and all was so upsetting. I wish you didn't have to see me crying like that, but I didn't, I mean I was..." she hugged him again as Mrs. Dale gently pulled her back to the bed to sit down.
"Now Jimmy, you and I accidentally hurt Jenny's feelings, and I think I might have hurt yours. I'm very sorry. Now around here, we like to do things to show each other our support, and Jenny and I've come up with something to make everybody go to bed happy tonight. I hope you agree to do it–you too, Laura–and in the morning, we'll all feel a little closer to each other, okay?"
Jimmy nodded. He felt giant tides of emotion for these women swirling inside him, especially for Jenny. He knew he'd do anything to make her happy tonight.
"We're all going to play a little dressup tonight, not just to support Jenny after what just happened, but also to support you for putting up with wearing our nighties all this week! So Jenny's already come up with who's going to wear what, and we're just going to stick with it, okay?"
Jimmy joined Laura in nodding. Before returning his eyes to Mrs Dale, he noticed Jenny stealing a glance at his tan legs.
Mrs Dale prompted Jenny with a nudge, who said, "Okay Mom, since he's wearing your slip, you should wear his nightie from last night." To Jimmy's shock, she reached under his pillow and pulled out the pink nightie. "It'll be short on you, but it stretches a little, so it should fit. Okay?"
Mrs. Dale accepted the garment with a smile and a nod. "I think I'll keep a robe on over it until I get under the covers!" she said in a mock whisper, and everyone laughed as she stepped out of the room to change.
"And Laura, since he's wearing your pantyhose, you should wear his tights tonight, okay? Please?" she handed the white tights over to her sister.
"Okay Jen–you've been trying to get me to wear tights to bed for forever, so I guess I can do it this once." Laura took them, and winked at Jimmy. She, too, left to go to her room and change.
"Jimmy, that means I'm wearing your nice panties myself, tonight." She held them up and continued, "so we'll each be wearing something of yours tonight, sort of. Now I'll be crushed if you don't go along with this, but I want you to wear that slip and those pantyhose to bed tonight. Would you do that for me?"
Jimmy mustered a nod, and felt surges of tingles racing through his body. He looked down at the shoes he was wearing, and Jenny giggled. "Oh, you know you can't wear my shoes to bed, so we're going to have to think of something else. Something I've worn today, since you're wearing things Mom and Laura wore today. You're going to need something over your chest anyway, right?"
Again, he could only muster a nod. His erection was still held snugly by the pantyhose, but he began to worry that she'd notice.
"Okay, so there's really only two options. You can wear my leotard," she said, tugging gently at the neckline, "or you can wear my bra." With that she pulled one shoulder of her leotard down and showed him a white bra strap with a hint of a lacy cup. "But if you wear my bra then you have to wear my panties too. If you wear the leotard it's kind of like wearing panties, especially since you have tights on already, but I think you should have panties of some kind on." She was visibly excited and abit flustered, it seemed to Jimmy.
She stepped towards him and pulled his hand to her arm to feel the fabric. "So, which do you want to wear tonight?" her voice nearly a whisper now. "This nice leotard?" Then she drew his fingers lightly to her bra strap, "or my favorite school bra?"
"Well, since you can't decide, I guess you'll have to wear both! You might look a little silly with a slip over a leotard, but we'll see. With your pantyhose it might look kind of cute."
Jimmy thought immediately of how silly he already looked, dressed as he was, but fought the urge to make a joke of it to relieve some of the tension. The tension that accompanied these nightly dress-ups was something to be savored, not relieved!
"Just wait here, I'll be right back." She flew out of the room and he sat on the edge of the bed to take in what had just happened. Jenny seemed to be genuinely emotionally involved in these little adventures. She actually enjoyed dressing him up–not only that, but the attraction between them reached undeniable levels when they were both dressed in their "nighties."
So many nights, he had lurked alone in his bedroom dreaming of the girls he'd seen that day, dressed in skirts and hose. He'd studied his Sears catalog, memorizing every style of feminine undergarment. And in doing all this, he felt like the strangest freak on planet Earth.
Now there was Jenny. Now he had not only someone with whom he could explore his fascination for these wonderful clothes, but someone who was actually urging him on! Who was moved that he was doing so! Who was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, walking through the room in her leotard and jeans!
And what a crazy, sensitive mind she had–coming up with this all-inclusive dress-up event to remediate her bruised emotions! He imagined these pantyhose on Laura's long pretty legs that morning, and marveled at the image of Mrs. Dale stepping out of this very half-slip and putting it on him. On any other day, the mere sight of these undergarments might have sent him to his bedroom for relief, but now he had just been told to wear them all night, as well as the bra and leotard Jenny was about to bring him!
His revery kept him still as he sat on the bed, looking idly down at his nylon-clad toes peeking out from the white sandals. He almost didn't notice Laura walking by the open door on her way to the bathroom. She was wearing an oversized lavender t-shirt and those white tights of Jenny's–slightly sheerer on her longer legs, it seemed. And he almost missed the odd look she cast in his direction as she walked by. It was unsettling, but not really stern or unhappy or anything.
But he was quickly distracted by Jenny's return. She was beaming as she padded in, dressed in the same blue baby doll she'd worn the night before, this time accompanied by a pair of light beige pantyhose. Jimmy could scarcely take his eyes off her legs, or her fluttering hemline.
"Okay, I'm all dressed for bed, so now let's get you ready–first let's get you out of that old t-shirt." She pulled his hand to prompt him to stand up, then dropped the garments on the bed and helped him by pulling his shirt up over his head. "Now, just put your arms forward and I'll get you into this bra. It's not the nicest one I have, but it's very comfortable, and it's got a little lace along here to spice it up." She talked as she walked around him, wrapping the still-warm garment tightly around his chest. His tingles started surging.
She fastened the back expertly, and quickly adjusted the straps to better fit him. It felt strange and electrifying and felt tight across his chest. "There, it fits you like a glove just like I knew it would, Jenny Two!" She reached around his sides from behind, running her fingers underneath the band to smooth it out. With the word "two", she playfully clutched at his chest through the cups. He thought she was making a joke, but her hands lingered a moment as she gently hugged him from behind and sighed. He could feel her own chest pressing into his back. "Thank you for doing this," she whispered, and then kissed his neck.
Just then, Mrs. Dale walked in. "Mom!" Jenny quickly pulled her hands back and stepped out from behind Jimmy. Mrs. Dale seemed about to speak, but paused, then started again.
"My, don't you two look cute! Almost matching, in a way." Her face was inscrutable, but during that brief pause, Jimmy felt his tingles positively attack him, along with what seemed like a giant shudder underneath his slip. "Jimmy, I thought you might need a little something extra to stay warm tonight. Now that I see my daughter's put you in a bra, this may just complete the look!" Jimmy looked at Jenny, who had left her leotard on the edge of the bed. She motioned with her eyes to go along with this new development, and Jimmy felt a flush from sharing a secret.
For the second time that evening, someone asked him to put his arms out while they dressed him, and for the second time Mrs. Dale seemed unusually pink in the cheek as she helped him into her lingerie. "This is called a camisole. It's part of a set that matches your half-slip. I wore it today, so I hope that makes it okay with you?" She winked towards Jenny, who giggled and nodded in response. As Mrs. Dale finished draping it over him and smoothing it over his bra, he finally noticed what she was wearing.
She had on a white terry-cloth robe, but the belt had come undone and revealed that pink nightie he had worn the night before. He was surprised to see that she had kept on her taupe pantyhose. The nightie fit rather snugly, and came down to her upper thigh. The lower edge of the reinforced panty section of her pantyhose peeking just barely from under her hemline.
"I see you've noticed my own little outfit for the evening! I didn't want to be the only one in the house not wearing pantyhose to bed tonight, and it gives me a little modesty in this little nightie," she laughed. "I'll be back later to check in for bedtime–Jenny, five minutes." With that, Mrs. Dale left the room, her robe still hanging open in the front.
"Wow, I never thought I'd get Mom and Laura to wear hose to bed -- I'm the one with the obsession in this house." She smoothed his camisole along his side as she talked. "Anyway, thanks for not saying anything about wearing my leotard. I'm not sure Mom would have gone for that. And this camisole looks much better with your slip. I'll just have to get you into a leotard some other time–maybe you can see what you missed out on in ballet class."
"Um, okay. Whatever you want, Jenny." He was so drawn to her that he took a half step toward her without realizing it.
She responded immediately by stepping closer to him. Then, with a glint in her eye, she rubbed one of her feet softly against his leg. "Doesn't that feel amazing? I like to do this with Laura on mornings when we both wear pantyhose. Maybe I can try it with her tonight, since she's wearing your tights!" As she spoke, her hands found his waist to steady herself as her leg rubbed higher up and down his. He was staring intently at her thigh, and at her small breasts underneath the baby doll.
After rubbing a moment more, she looked into his eyes. "I want to thank you for doing all this. Not just wearing these things to bed for me, but for helping Mom with her little surprise. I can't believe how sweet you are to me!"
Her hands circled lightly around to his back and she hugged him gently. He felt her breasts pressing against his nylon-covered chest. "Thank you for wearing this pretty camisole," she rubbed silky circles on his back and planted a kiss on his lips. "And this little slip." Her hands went down to his hips and continued rubbing and sliding as she kissed him again. He felt the slip ride a little higher. "And this bra I wore today." She stepped back from their embrace to run her hands across his chest and gently grip the lace-trimmed cups. This next kiss lasted ten seconds, it seemed, sweet and delicate.
The smell of her perfume, even her breath, was sending Jimmy into orbit. He felt her hands trace along his bra straps, so he began to rub along her back. When he felt bra straps on her, not just from the nightie, his fingers did a double-take, and Jenny broke the kiss in a giggle.
"You noticed I'm wearing bra too? I didn't want you to be the only one tonight." She pecked him once more on the lips. "This is a much prettier bra, I'll have to show it to you sometime. But don't worry, I won't make you keep wearing bras to bed! You had such a look on your face just now!"
"And thank you so much for wearing these beautiful pantyhose for me!" With that she jumped at him with a deep kiss and a tight embrace. Her arms gripped him tightly, but he was so surprised when he felt her tongue slide between his lips that he fell back on the bed, pulling her with him.
Suppressing a giggle, she maintained the kiss, her hips straddling him momentarily on the bed. He felt her nylon-clad legs slide along his, which along with her tongue was about to create a very big embarassment under his nylons. Fortunately, she broke the kiss abruptly and exclaimed "panties!" She jumped off him, abit breathlessly. "You need to put on my panties, too. Here, just put them on over your pantyhose. I don't want you to have to take them off again."
She plucked them up from the bed as she stood up. Again, their legs slid along each other and again, Jimmy thought he was going to lose it. She took one of his hands to pull him up from the bed, and then she knelt down to take the shoes off his feet. Her hands felt warm through the hosiery. She stretched the panties out near his feet, holding them for him to step into.
They were white and made entirely of stretch lace. He felt wary of Jenny helping him into a garment this personal, but when he saw how his beige feet looked as they stepped into the lacy leg holes, he was so mesmerized he was unable to mount a protest.
Slowly she pulled them up over his pantyhose. When she got high enough, she deftly slid them up over his hips without lifting the hem of his slip to the point of indecency. It was very similar to the way Mrs. Dale had pulled his pantyhose up to his waist, and he wondered whether they ever dressed each other up like that. It seemed crazy, but everything was starting to seem crazy these days.
As she finished adjusting them, she smiled warmly at him and he felt a swarm of tingles attack him all over his panties and bra. One last time, she kissed him sweetly on the lips. "There, you're all set. You look beautiful in this lingerie! I was daydreaming in school today what kind of nightie I could surprise you with tonight, and now I've surprised myself! Are you comfortable enough to sleep in all this?"
"I'll try my best–it sure feels different than my old pajamas..." He wanted to share the thrill he was getting from all this nylon over him, but this was all he could muster.
"Goodnight," she said as she padded out of the room. He couldn't keep his eyes off her legs, and she smiled when she noticed this. She closed the door behind her and he was finally alone.
Jimmy thought he might be able to avoid a repeat of last nights "problem" by going to bed quickly and simply willing himself to sleep. But he kept feeling new sensations as he turned off the light and got under the covers–the slip sliding against his pantyhose, the tight bra straps on his chest and shoulders, the grip of the lace panties on his hips. He sank under the covers, and managed to keep still for a while. But finally, once he thought everyone else had gone to bed, he gave in to the urge to run his hands along the silky slip and camisole.
This gentle exploration continued for a while as Jimmy lay in the bed, smelling a combination of perfumes settle around him. His erection hadn't subsided one bit since Jenny pulled her panties up his legs, and his willpower seemed unable to do anything about it. Finally, inevitably, his wandering hands pulled up the hem of his slip and began warming themselves on the surging bulge trapped under his panties and hose. His breathing quickened.
A short while later, he was surprised as the door opened quietly and Mrs. Dale stepped in. "Are you awake, Jimmy?" she whispered. He froze, then slowly pulled his hands away from what they were doing. He was afraid to use his voice, besieged as he was by tingles and embarassment, so he just pretended he was deep asleep and hoped she'd be satisfied with a peek.
She padded lightly over to the bed and he could feel her looking at him. "Are you sleeping, sweety?" He remained still, hoping she'd leave. But, incredibly, she sat lightly on the edge of the bed. "I just need to check to see if you've got your panties on–can you show me?"
Jimmy was stunned–was she joking? His mind was racing around in circles and he could still think of nothing to do other than continue playing possum. He felt her gently pull the blanket off of him near the end of the bed, exposing his feet and legs. She rested one hand on his thigh, nudging him very gently to see if he was awake, but he remained still. How could this be happening?
She pulled more of the covers off, and revealed the half-slip, the hem of which was pulled up nearly to his crotch. His erection could not have been more intense, and he was certain that it was obvious under these clingy garments. Still, Mrs. Dale continued. She gently pulled up the slip–much higher, it seemed, than necessary if she were merely confirming the presence of panties. He opened one eye a crack to see what was happening, but couldn't see beyond the slip. He could see, however, that she was still wearing that nightie, but not her robe. Her entire thigh was exposed, still covered in taupe hose, and as she shifted her weight to get a better look her thigh pressed gently against one of his hands.
"Oh my, you've got them on over your nylons," she whispered, more quietly than before. "Your pretty nylons..." He felt her hands begin to tug softly at the panties, pulling them higher up. He realized then that his desperate erection, while amply covered by his sheer pantyhose, must have been lunging high over the waistband of his panties because he could feel her slide the waistband slowly over him. He must have unknowingly slid his panties down during his "explorations."
She seemed to notice his arousal at that point. "Is that?" she whispered. Incredulous, he felt her warm hand over his now-tight panties, her fingers pressing gently down through the lace to outline his anatomy. The feeling of panties being tugged over his pantyhose had already driven him crazy–the touch of her hand nearly did him in. "My goodness, I think he's having a dream or something" she said softly. With a gentle squeeze, she leaned over him to kiss him on his nose. "Sweet dreams, my little cutie."
That was all he could take. He simply erupted underneath his pantyhose. His penis pulsed and jetted under her hand, and as she sat back up she noticed what was going on. She quickly took her hand away, but stayed next to him and seemed to be watching. He squeezed his eyes shut, awash in tingles, and couldn't think of any way to react to what was going on other than to continue to pretend he was asleep, even as his hips twitched and his breathing quickened.
"A wet dream, oh my I had no idea!" she whispered again. Finally, after he was finished and he imagined she could see a warm stain seeping through to the lace of his panties, she pulled his slip down again, stood up, and pulled the blankets back over him. "I never thought I'd actually see a boy having one of those–you are full of surprises, sweetie." She kissed him once more, on the forehead, and quietly stepped out of the room. Finally.
He lay absolutely still for awhile, trying to figure out whether he was unlucky in that she had caught him in the most embarassing position a boy can find himself in, or lucky in that she had already explained away his nighttime arousal and never once realized he was awake. He finally decided he had both kinds of luck in spades that night.
He wanted to go to the bathroom to clean himself up, but dared not risk another encounter with Mrs. Dale in the hall. For that matter, he'd be mortified if he ran into Jenny on his way there, and she seemed to have an uncanny ability to know exactly when he got out of bed. So he decided to go along with Mrs. Dale's idea–he'd just have to sleep in the same state he would be in if he had indeed had a "wet dream." He checked his panties, and they were abit stained in the front, but not much. His pantyhose seemed to have caught the brunt of his release, and there was little danger of staining the sheets or even the half-slip.
When he finally fell asleep, he slept like a baby.
He was vaguely surprised that Mrs. Dale wasn't there to wake him. Although this came as a relief after the incredible embarassment of the night before, he thought wistfully for a moment of the previous morning when she rubbed his foot. The feel of yesterday's tights stretched over his toes was incredible enough -- feeling a woman's touch on the other side of the nylon went beyond words.
But then the rest of yesterday's events came back to him -- the morning of stocking feet, the ballet school, being dressed in lingerie by Mrs. Dale and then by Jenny, and finally the utter insanity of having Mrs. Dale nearly catch him enjoying the Dale lingerie collection far too much. He escaped mortal embarassment by playing possum, even as her inspection triggered the first climax he'd ever experienced in the presence of someone else.
As vivid images danced through his head, a new awakening under his panties reminded him of his predicament and thought hard about what to do. He wanted to take a look underneath his half-slip to survey the damage, and began pulling at the satiny garment as he sat up on the bed, but then he heard someone walking down the hall and worried that they'd peek in on him. Things felt a little odd under his pantyhose, but not especially so. Not much odder, he thought wryly, than the pantyhose themselves.
Since he'd been afforded the luxury of a private awakening, he decided he'd make a dash for the bathroom. With luck, it would be empty and he'd be able to clean himself and these undergarments up like he did the day before. Feeling completely self-concious, he padded over to the door and peered into the hall. All was quiet for the moment and the bathroom door stood ajar, so he stepped lightly out of the bedroom. He was, once again, a deer in the headlights as he saw Jenny emerge from Laura's room just at that moment. How did she *do* that?
She smiled brightly and leaped toward him to grab his hand. "Oh Jenny Two, I love how you look in lingerie! So cute! You're such a doll to wear these things for me!" He looked down in shyness, but his eyes darted about and he was instantly taken by how nice her legs looked. She must have noticed because she tapped one hose-clad foot on one of his and grabbed his other hand. "Come on down for breakfast! Mom made pancakes!"
"I'm gonna clean, uh, I'll be right down Jenny, I just have to go to the bathroom first." He felt his cheeks flushing and imagined she had x-ray vision and could see what he'd done to her panties.
"No, we have to go now! It'll get cold, and Mom hates that. Besides, I want to see you in your pretty underwear a little longer before you get ready for school. Please? I hardly got to see it last night! Pretty please?" Her tugging became insistent and he reluctantly followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen. A quick glance at the front of his slip revealed not too much of his excitement, and more importantly -- no stains, which brought him a small measure of relief.
They entered the kitchen hand in hand and Mrs. Dale smiled to greet them. Jimmy thought for a moment that her eyes focused on his hips before they rose to his face, but the smell of breakfast and Jenny's tugging distracted him. They sat and tore into the food. Soon he forgot what he was wearing and fell into easy conversation with Jen and Mrs. Dale. Laura joined them, still in her oversized t-shirt and tights, but after a quick joke about his bra strap being twisted, she chatted casually about the coming school day.
There was no ballet class that day, and it seemed to Jimmy that he might be granted a reprieve from this saturation in femininity. As much as the bulge under his panties said otherwise, he felt increasingly alarmed at his own acquiesence and loss of male pride. He was definitely ready for a day of normalcy -- a chance to gather back what few wits he had.
He was apparently daydreaming about all this because he didn't notice the strawberry that came flying at him from Laura's direction. Jenny had thrown a banana slice at Laura (who hated bananas) in a playful effort to irritate her, but Laura was in a playful mood herself. She caught it and returned fire, causing Jenny to shriek and laugh. She then grabbed a strawberry to toss at Jimmy, not realizing he was lost in thought. The red berry landed right on his chest. He was completely surprised, but managed to catch it before it fell onto his waist. He looked up and saw a look of mild dread on Laura's face.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I stained your camisole!" Mrs. Dale turned her head immediately when she heard that. "Mom's nice camisole! I'm so sorry!" She jumped up from her chair to dampen a napkin and ran back over to try to blot away the stain. "Mom I think I ruined it! It's not coming out!" Jimmy found the sight of three women staring at his lace-trimmed chest to be a new astonishment, but sat mutely through Laura's attempts to clean him up.
Mrs. Dale walked over and took a closer look. "No, this isn't going to come out with a napkin, I'm afraid. I need to rinse it right away. Jimmy? Can you take it off, please?"
"Right here?" he mumbled, wishing he were up in that bathroom cleaning up some other garments.
"Yes, the sooner the better if you don't mind. I might just be able to get the stain out if we hurry." She gently began pulling up on the delicate straps, and Jimmy could do little but hold his arms up to make it easier. He instantly thought of when she had pulled the camisole down over him the night before. This brought a renewed stirring from under his panties, which was quite unwelcome given the scrutiny he was under. Unfortunately it was multiplied when Mrs. Dale finished pulling it off of him and he found Jenny and Laura both staring at the bra he was wearing -- Jenny with a smirk and Laura with a concerned look.
"I think your bra is okay" Laura said, biting her lip. I can go rinse that for you, Mom."
Mrs. Dale had already drawn some water in the sink, but then handed the cami to Laura. "Fine, just hurry up. I need to go upstairs and finish getting ready." She tossled Jimmy's head as she walked by. "On second thought, why don't you do that in the bathroom with some Woolite?" She stepped out of the room, and Laura turned off the water in the sink.
"I guess its kind of embarassing to have us looking at you in your underwear, huh Jimmy?" Laura asked as she walked over and put one hand on his shoulder from behind.
"Um, yeah I guess so." He was surprised by how she phrased the question, given the obvious embarassment any boy would feel being seen in a bra. Jenny wss looking at Laura, her face almost as red as Jimmy's.
"It's okay -- we see each other in this kind of stuff all the time. Just part of the scenery around here. Would you feel better without your bra?" Her hand rested on one strap, rubbing it gently.
"I, uh..."
"Laura, he's wearing it for me -- I wanted him to keep it on this morning!" Jenny seemed flush.
"I know, I just thought he might like me to help him out of it. Do you want me to take it off, or would you like to keep it on?"
"Laura!"
"Shh, Jenny, I want to make sure he's okay. I mean he is our guest and all. He might rather have his chest be naked." Jimmy couldn't see Laura, but he could hear the smile in her voice. "Would you rather be naked, Jimmy? Or would you rather keep wearing your bra?"
Jenny stared at Laura, then at Jimmy. "He wants to keep the bra on, Laura, stop teasing him about it!"
"I think you're right," Laura said, "but I just have to make a little adjustment here, cause these tangled straps are driving me crazy." Before he knew it, Laura had unhooked and rehooked the bra tighter around his chest, then ran her fingers under his straps to smooth them out, releasing them with a snap. "There -- now it fits better!" She leaned down and kissed him on his cheek twice before bounding out of the room.
"God, she can be so annoying!" Jenny was upset, but not much. In fact, she seemed to have taken on abit of a glow. "You don't have to keep wearing my underwear Jimmy, I just wanted to see you keep it on a little longer. I don't know why, but it's just so cool to have a guy around who'll let me indulge myself like this. You're so sweet to let me play with you, really."
"I um, I don't mind, Jenny. You're sweet for paying attention to me and all. I guess I feel like I'm coming out ahead, here." That wasn't far from the truth -- if he had been standing there's no way that slip would have hidden what was going on underneath.
She made a cute mock-sigh, got up, and sat down on his lap to kiss him lightly on the cheek once before hugging him. He hugged her back gingerly, trying to keep his hands from drifting over her nightie or her silky legs.
They kissed once briefly before Mrs. Dale's voice came from upstairs. "Jenny! Jimmy! Hurry up -- it's later than I thought! We've got to go!"
They both leaped from the chair and ran up to see her in the hallway, with Laura pulling on a t-shirt right behind her. "I need you both to be dressed and in the car in exactly 2 minutes! I woke up late and lost track of time this morning! 2 minutes!"
"Mom, can't we take showers?" Jenny pleaded.
"No way -- you can take them tonight. I'm sorry kids, but I've got to get to work. Now get dressed!" Mrs. Dale flew down the stairs, with Laura close behind. Jimmy and Jenny ran frantically to their rooms.
After closing the door, he quickly took off his half-slip, panties, and pantyhose in one motion. This was his first chance to see what had happened to them the night before. Unfortunately, he'd have to wait until evening to take care of the mess. He tucked them under his pillow for safe keeping and pulled on his own shorts, socks, and jeans.
When he started putting on a t-shirt, he paused, remembering the bra. How could he have forgotten? He reached his hands around behind him, as he'd once seen a woman do in a movie, but he couldn't figure out how to unlatch it. It was very snug, and try as he might he couldn't find a way to open the clasps. Jimmy couldn't decide what to do. Should he go get Jenny to help him? Should he ask Mrs. Dale?
"Kids, we have to go NOW! Get down here RIGHT NOW!"
In a panic, he pulled on his t-shirt and looked in the mirror. It was obvious that he was wearing a bra -- at least to a boy who had made quite a hobby of visually outlining the bra straps of the girls at school. It also puffed out the front of his shirt slightly. Maybe he could get it off in the car, with a little help from Jenny. He grabbed a sweater to wear over it and ran downstairs, pulling it on as he went.
Jenny emerged a moment later, looking cute as ever in a khaki skirt and top. They ran out and joined Laura and Mrs. Dale in the car. The front seat was filled with bags, so Jimmy found himself sitting between the girls in the back seat. He reflexively looked down at Jenny's legs as she slid in next to him, pressing one thigh slightly against his.
He turned to her to ask for help with the bra, but Mrs. Dale told him to put on his seat belt. He normally would have been buckled in right away, but wanted to be able to move around to give Jenny access to his back. He was about to explain his situation to Mrs. Dale but she didn't give him a chance. She went into extended detail about people she knew who were injured in car accidents because they weren't wearing seat belts. The car sped and swerved the whole time as they raced to school. He looked to Jenny, who was just rolling her eyes and smirking.
By the time her lecture was done, they were nearly there. He finally managed to say something quietly to Jenny, "Um, I need your help with something. I was in such a rush to get dressed I couldn't figure out how to take off your bra. Can you help me take it off now?" He kept his voice low to keep Mrs. Dale from hearing, but Jenny's response was rather loud.
"You're still wearing my bra? Let me see!" Her hands went straight for his chest to feel for straps and underwires. Laura heard this and joined in the pat-down. They quickly reached under his sweater to look at his t-shirt. "Oh my god, you are! That's okay, I'm still wearing the bra I wore to bed last night too. Are you also wearing my panties? Pantyhose?"
Laura tugged at his belt buckle to start looking for panties. His penis leaped up at all this attention to his undergarments. "No! I just couldn't get this bra off -- I don't know how it works!"
At this point, Mrs. Dale turned around. They had just arrived at the entrance to the school. "Are you serious? Jenny, did you make him wear a bra to school today?"
"No Mom! He didn't tell me he was wearing it until just now!" Jenny was defensive toward her mother, but still visibly excited at Jimmy's situation. "You want me to unbuckle it now?"
"Jenny, don't you dare do that here in front of the school! There's a hundred kids walking around right here. You better find a way to get it off of him inside the school, and without anyone seeing! I can't believe this!"
"Mom, it wasn't my fault! You made us rush out the door! He couldn't take it off in time!"
"And why did we rush? Because you kids were goofing around this morning -- all of you! Let me see. Hmmm, well, at least you're wearing a sweater over it. I don't think anyone can see. Are you comfortable with getting out of the car now, Jimmy? I am super late for work, otherwise I'd drive you off to some side-street and fix this for you..."
"I'm okay, Mrs. Dale. I'll just get Jenny to help me once we get inside." He was completely red-faced as he smoothed out his sweater.
"Okay, then go on. Jenny, we're going to talk about this tonight..." They all got out and walked in the building, the two girls at his side. Jimmy felt oddly protected by being between them.
As soon as they entered the building, Laura peeled off to chat with some friends and to give Jenny a chance to figure something out. "Come on," she muttered to Jimmy, tugging at his sleeve, "we can go to the auditorium. Nobody's there this time of day." They made their way discreetly through the bustling halls of students, and finally ducked into a small side-hall with a door to the auditorium. There, Jenny stopped and turned.
"Jimmy, before I take off your bra, I just want to thank you for being so nice to me and letting me have my way with you all the time. It really means a lot to me, and maybe someday I can do something for you. You know, to make up for things like wearing my bra to school." She giggled as she said that last part, but her eyes twinkled.
"Jenny, I..." before he could speak, she kissed him quickly but firmly on the mouth, followed by a longer, lighter kiss. She then hugged him while pulling open the door at the same time, tugging him inside.
The room was huge, and Jimmy felt a sense of exposure just standing there. A quick scan revealed nobody was around. Jenny was still hugging him, and he felt her fingers thread their way under his sweater and shirt, moving slowly up his back to feel for the clasp of his bra. "Hey, let me just unsnap it, and then I'll show you how to take it off without taking your sweater off. This is kind of fun!" She kissed him again as her hands found the bra clasp, and started pulling and tugging to get it undone.
Just then, they heard a voice from the other side of the auditorium. "Oh no! Now you kids better stop coming in here!" They broke their embrace in a flash and turned to see who was speaking. The custodian had just enetered, carrying a toolbox. "You heard me! You kids keep coming in here and making out, treating this place like a make-out room or something! Go on! Get out! Get to class, before I call the principal!"
They scrambled out of the room as fast as they could. Both were red-faced with embarassment. "Jimmy, I don't know where we can go to do this! Do you have any ideas?" He shook his head, still stunned by his near exposure. "We can't use the library, we can't use the gym, we can't use any bathrooms. Let's just go to our lockers and get ready for class -- maybe we'll see an open closet or something."
Jimmy felt flush. He felt like everybody knew he was wearing a bra -- that everyone had x-ray vision. He was reasonably sure his sweater was bulky enough to hide any sign of straps, but it seemed like every girl they passed in the hall had worn an extra-tight top with an extra-strappy bra that day, fueling his anxiety. And his tingles.
They reached their lockers -- just across the hall from each other -- without having found a suitable spot. As they got their books together and turned, the bell rang, marking the first class.
"Why don't you just keep it on?" Jenny whispered. "Nobody can tell. You look perfectly normal. My third class is in the art studio. If we can get you in the supply room, then I'll have it off in 2 seconds. Just meet me there before class, okay?"
Jimmy nodded haplessly and waved as she skipped down the hall. Her legs looked perfectly lithe and tan -- Jimmy's eyes followed her out of sight. But then he scrambled to get to class himself. He couldn't stop thinking about the bra as the straps dug into his shoulders. Laura's tightening that morning had made it impossible for him to take it off, and his chest just wouldn't get used to the snugness, but he had to admit it felt like a good fit. It felt good.
Somehow, he managed to get through his first class, though it was hard to concentrate. It didn't help that he sat in front, and felt like every eye in the room was tracing the outlines of bra straps on his back. It also didn't help that his mind kept drifting to those wonderful kisses from Jenny all morning. They were obviously taking their friendship to a new level, but it wasn't immediately clear to him that they were boyfriend-girlfriend yet. They hadn't actually gone on a date, for one thing, nor had they spoken of their attraction for one another. And though she seemed as tingly as him at times, he wondered if he merely occupied some "special friend" position in her life.
At the end of the class, he had to shake off his daydreams and hurry to his next one. Then it dawned on him -- today was one of his gym class days! He had gym twice a week, and today was one of those days! He walked lurchingly down the hall, picturing himself changing clothes in the boys locker room. Even if he kept his shirt on, the bra straps would show. Maybe most people would never notice, but these weren't ordinary people he was about to share a class with. These were pubescent boys. There was no way he would get through a whole gym class without being discovered.
As he neared the locker room door, he made up his mind that he just couldn't go in. He kept walking and got to the gym teachers' office. One of the teachers was still there, preparing to take attendance. "Uh, Miss Percy? I know we've got basketball today, but I'm feeling really sick right now. I don't think I can play."
"What's the matter, Jim?" She looked concerned as she put her hand on his forehead. "Is it your stomach?"
"Um, yeah. My stomach really hurts. I think I might throw up." It wasn't far from the truth. The thought of having someone pull up his shirt in the middle of the game certainly made him feel sick to his stomach. He did his best to look pathetic and pale.
She scribbled a note and handed it to Jimmy. "Here's a pass. Take it to the nurses office right now. Do not go anywhere but the nurses office, or there'll be trouble. Do you understand? I don't want to catch you anywhere else, and I'm calling ahead to let them know you're coming, okay?"
Now Jimmy felt genuinely sick. Out of the frying pan, into the fire? Well, at least he could keep his sweater on. He felt a wave of relief as he walked along, the halls emptying as the bell rang again.
He had never been to the nurses office before. He was somewhat surprised as he entered, when an attractive woman in her 20's greeted him and ushered him to one of two exam rooms. She took the note and motioned for him to sit on the cushioned exam table.
"Now then, Jimmy, what seems to be the problem?"
Jimmy gulped. "It's my stomach. I feel like I'm going to throw up. And I feel dizzy, too." He added a cough and a sniffle for good measure. He didn't want to come across as a lightweight and be sent back to class. It was imperative that he NOT go back to gym class. She asked him to wait while she got something from the other room. Looking around, he remarked to himself that this private room would have been an ideal place for Jenny to take off the bra.
She came back wearing a stethoscope, and closed the door behind her. "Now, just take off your sweater so I can listen to your chest. Jimmy? Did you hear me? Are you okay?" In a mad panic, Jimmy had buckled over and moaned in a wave of imitation nausea. His gambit might just make things worse, but there wasn't time to think anything through.
The nurse had him lie down there on the table, and he assumed something of a fetal position, both to emphasis his distress and to keep her stethoscope from coming anywhere near his chest. He decided to keep pressing ahead. "I'll be okay. Really. I think if I just throw up once, I'll be fine and I can get back to class in time for the game."
"Oh no, mister. No basketball for you today. I don't care if you throw up or not, you're in no condition to play!" Jimmy could scarcely believe his good luck. He had escaped gym class, now all he had to do was take things down a notch and escape the nurse without causing suspicion or alarm.
"Maybe I could just lie down for a while? I think if I just lie down, I'll feel better." He closed his eyes for effect and evened out his breathing. He heard her scribble something on her clipboard. Then he felt her hand rubbing his side lightly, to comfort him.
"You do that. Just stay here for now, and I'll check on you in a little bit. I'll be at my desk. Call me if you need anything." As she spoke, her hand rubbed back and forth along his side. He felt his face redden as her fingers passed over the band of his bra again and again. Was the sweater thick enough to keep her from feeling what was underneath? He chose not to react, fearing it might make her suspicious. It seemed like she had rubbed a little longer and slower than was appropriate -- did she feel it? Once again, under the hand of an adult woman, Jimmy's only defense was to play possum. Tingles surged every time fingers passed bra.
As she rose and walked out, Jimmy sighed silently with relief. He took advantage of this quiet time to think about the morning, and especially about Jenny. The way she sat on his lap in the kitchen, her foot sliding lazily against his leg as they kissed, feeling her touching his chest through this very bra last night -- it was all very confusing and exciting at the same time. But thinking thoughts like these also found their way down to his anatomy, and this was a bad time to have to deal with THAT on top of everything else. So Jimmy forced himself to think about homework, hoping it would calm things down.
After a while, the nurse returned. "Okay Jimmy, I called the front office. Your mother is coming to pick you up and bring you home. I'm told she was rather alarmed when they called her, so I suspect she wanted to make sure you were alright personally."
"What? No, that's okay. I can stay -- I feel better now. Can you call her back and tell her I'm fine?" Jimmy's luck had turned again! He knew the nurse must have been talking about Mrs. Dale and not his mother, and Mrs Dale was mad enough this morning, late as she was for work. This was terrible!
"No, sweetie. We invited her to talk to you on the phone directly, but she insisted that she come straight over. Mothers know best, I suppose. Why don't you gather your things and go to the front hall to wait for her?"
He shambled off, trying to figure out why she would be racing over here without so much as a word with him. He could sense he was in deep trouble -- she didn't seem like the kind of person he could fool into believing he was truly sick. What a mess he had gotten himself into.
When her car pulled up to the front of the school, Jimmy reluctantly walked out to meet her at the curb. Her eyes were fixed on him, but she waited until he climbed in and closed the door before she spoke. "Are you still wearing a bra?" Before he could answer, her hand shot to his waist and reached up under his sweater, running her fingers firmly against both cups to confirm her suspicion.
"Jenny was supposed to take this off for you! What happened? Why are you still wearing it? Jimmy, you're not really sick, are you?" She searched his face.
"We couldn't find a private spot to do it before the first class. When the bell rang, we had to go to class, so she said we could try using her art class closet or something, but that wasn't until 3rd class. But I had gym class today and I panicked -- I couldn't think fast enough, so I pretended I was sick and they sent me to the nurse. She called you -- I told her not to! I just wanted to skip gym class, but they made you come here! I'm so sorry Mrs. Dale -- I hope I didn't get you in trouble at work!"
She rubbed his shoulder. "No, Jimmy. Work is important, but I made a promise to your mother to take care of things while she was gone, and that means you. I knew as soon as they called that this had something to do with your bra. So I decided to play along and come to get you without further discussion. I didn't want you to be embarassed, and I felt guilty about rushing you out of the house this morning in the first place." They drove home while she continued.
"Don't worry about my job. I managed to get my most important meeting done first, so this isn't such a problem for me and I figured you're such a good boy that a day off of school wouldn't hurt you. Look, I am sorry you've been forced into wearing these clothes all week. I know how embarassing this must be for you every night. I'm going to put a stop to this starting now. I've got something a little more modest you can wear to bed tonight, and I'll keep Jenny from twisting your arm. I've got some words for her when I get home tonight, and she's not going to give you anymore trouble!"
After a pause, Jimmy responded, "Mrs Dale, Jenny has been great to me. Please don't be mad at her -- this was my fault! I don't want to cause problems for her or you or anybody else! I just need to learn how to take off a bra and I'll be fine!" At this last sentence, Mrs. Dale glanced at Jimmy with an odd look. At that moment, her cell phone rang, which ended further conversation.
When they got home, Mrs. Dale handed him a house key and motioned for him to get out. She was unable to break away from her call, so Jimmy just climbed out of the car and waved as she drove away. What a day, and it wasn't even lunch time yet! It wasn't until he went in the house and dropped his backpack that he realized he was still wearing the bra.
He went upstairs to Jenny's room and took off his sweater. Looking in the mirror, he could definitely see the hint of bra straps on his back, and some puffing in front where the cups lay against his chest. It was a good thing he got out of gym class, because he would have been spotted for sure. After a moment, he took off his t-shirt and looked at the bra.
It was crazy to be standing there wearing a bra -- but even though it felt snug it seemed to fit right, and it looked appealing to him, even on his boy's body. Maybe that was just because of his history of staring at girls' bras through their shirts. Now that he was wearing one, and had the opportunity to look at it up-close, it was absolutely thrilling even though he wasn't supposed to be interested in these things. He was supposed to be interested in taking bras off of girls, not putting them on himself! But there was no denying how this made him feel, even as he started tugging at it in earnest to take it off.
He fumbled at the clasp for a minute or so, but couldn't seem to get it unsnapped. His fingers almost seemed deliberately clumsy, and he had to admit he didn't really want to take it off. Jenny was at school wearing one just like this, and it made him feel tingly to know that she had worn this one yesterday. Jenny! He was supposed to meet her at her art class! What would she think? She would have no idea what happened and probably think he had forgotten their plan!
"Well," thought Jimmy, "there's nothing I can do about that now." As he thought of her, he decided to stop trying to take off her bra. Even if he eventually figured out how to remove it, it might make Mrs Dale angry to know that he could have just taken it off himself. Better to leave the mysteries of the bra clasp unsolved for now, and have Jenny help him when she came home from school. He put his t-shirt back on and tried to stop thinking about how those straps felt on his shoulders.
The rest of the day was spent studying. He had been neglecting his studying with all the excitement each evening brought, so he took advantage of the quiet time to catch up. He was so involved that he didn't think about having lunch or goofing off. When Jenny burst through the bedroom door, he was surprised, not having heard her come into the house.
"Jimmy! Are you alright? They gave me a message from Mom that you got sick and had to come home! Are you feeling sick??" She rushed over to where he lay on the bed. Her backpack was with her, but her shoes were apparently kicked off downstairs. Her face was full of concern, and her hand went straight to his forehead as she sat on the bed.
"I'm fine, Jenny. I'm not really sick. I -- your mom -- I should explain." He went on to tell her about his gym class, the nurse, and his conversation with Mrs Dale. "I hope I'm not causing trouble. I just didn't think fast enough this morning, and I guess I panicked."
"Oh Jimmy, that's okay. I'm just glad you're not sick. I had a feeling this had to do with what you're wearing." With that, she playfully rubbed his chest, and Jimmy realized he hadn't put his sweater back on -- the bra cups were plainly evident through his shirt. Even though Jenny had already seen him in a bra, he felt a little vulnerable and exposed -- just like the other night when the tights he was wearing had made him feel all the more naked to this amazing girl.
"I was worried, but I was also thinking about you wearing this for me -- stuck inside it and all. I don't know, I kind of liked thinking that my bra was wrapped around your chest and you couldn't take it off. It was like, I was linked to you somehow, all day long. It made me happy. I half-expected you would have taken it off already, but I'm really glad you didn't!" She beamed at him.
"I tried, but I couldn't figure it out! I mean, it was like it was locked or something!" His face flushed. "And I -- I know what you mean about me wearing it today. I kept thinking about you. I..." Before he could continue, Jenny kissed him lightly.
Just then, they heard the front door close, and knew that Laura was home. "Why don't you just keep it on, okay? Let's just pretend we forgot, and just study and be good and all that. I want you to wear it until bedtime and then we'll come up with something new." Her eyes glittered as she spoke, and Jimmy's heart pounded with excitement.
They studied together on the bed for the rest of the afternoon, not discussing anything other than school work and music. Laura popped in twice to chat with them, but said nothing about the bra.
When Mrs Dale arrived after work, Jimmy and the girls were setting the table and preparing a simple dinner of pasta and salad. This delighted Mrs Dale, but she still came straight over to Jimmy and ran her hand along his back. "You're still wearing it? Jenny, why haven't you helped him take it off?"
"He, I mean, I didn't, I..." Jenny seemed unprepared for the question, and her cheeks pinkened.
"I didn't ask her to, Mrs Dale," said Jimmy, coming to her defense. "I didn't even think about it. I tried to take it off myself, but couldn't, and after that I guess I just forgot I had it on. I guess I hadn't thought about it until you just said something." He tried to look innocent, but wasn't sure how this was coming across. "Can one of you show me how to take it off now?" His voice faded unintentionally.
"Let me do it, Mom," said Jenny quickly. "Come on, put those plates down and come upstairs." She tugged at his arm.
"Jenny, I want you back down here in one minute!" said Mrs Dale. "And when you're back, we're all going to have a little talk about what happened today", she added in a sterner voice.
When they got upstairs, Jenny grabbed his wrists, pulled his arms up over his head, and deftly pulled his t-shirt off. Then she spun him around. "I'll unsnap it myself. I don't want to show you how it works. If I ever manage to get you to wear a bra again after today, I want to know that you won't be able to take it off. It's just way too cool to be able to lock you up in my lingerie!"
Jimmy was speechless. His tingles were running at a fever pitch. But there was no time to respond. Mrs Dale's orders had been clear, and Jenny was already walking out of the room, holding the bra. He put his t-shirt back on and went downstairs.
As they were finishing dessert, however, Mrs Dale abruptly brought the subject to the fore. "Now, before everyone runs off, let's have a little chat about what went on here this morning. I know I didn't give you all much time to get ready, and I will take some responsibility for the fact that Jimmy was stuck wearing a bra this morning. But why did I rush you? Because you were horsing around, throwing strawberries and the like. And then I dropped you off with specific instructions to help Jimmy before class. Why couldn't you have found a way to do it?" Jenny started to speak, then bit her lip.
"And Jimmy -- you actually faked an illness with the school nurse instead of quietly explaining your situation to someone? I'm sure if you had approached the guidance counselors, they would have been able to help you with complete privacy and discretion. That is their job, after all, and they deal with far more serious matters than simple undergarments."
She paused to look around. "Jimmy's mother trusted us to take care of this boy and we end up endangering his academic career. Unforgiveable. I can't tell you what it will do to me when she finds out what happened."
"Mrs. Dale, please! Don't tell my mom! She -- she won't..." Jimmy panicked.
"Just let me finish. I was going to say that perhaps it would be best if she didn't know about this little incident. It's not that I want to hide my mistakes, but I don't think it would be in Jimmy's best interest to have this get out. It's a potentially embarassing issue, and it seems like no real harm has been done. He missed a day of school, but his excellent study habits should make up for that. Perhaps it would be best to keep things quiet, for his sake."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"But that means that we've got to stop torturing the poor boy with all these flimsy clothes. I know it's all fun and charming, but this morning showed us that even the most innocent games can end up hurting someone. So tonight, Jimmy, you'll be wearing one of MY nighties, to give you a little more coverage."
"But Mom! I was going to..." Jenny objected.
"No buts! You've had him for three nights, but now he's mine. This extended slumber party is over, and now we're going to make things as normal as possible around here for the remaining time that Jimmy's here with us. That's final."
Jimmy immediately sensed the contradictions and irony of Mrs Dale's declarations. She had been the one to check on his panties every night. She was the one who would rather continue dressing Jimmy in nighties, however long their hemlines, instead of simply washing his boxer shorts during the week or buying him a pair of pajamas. She was the one who had dressed him in her own still-warm slip and her daughter's pantyhose, right there in the next room.
But he saw no acknowledgement of this irony in Jenny or Laura's eyes. He was surprised, but stayed quiet. He knew without a doubt that he wanted to keep wearing nighties to bed every night -- even if they were Mrs Dale's. He dared not endanger that, any more than he dare utter his delight at having worn Jenny's bra all day -- such a confession might change the whole dynamic that was going on and end the tingle-charged excitement that each night brought.
All these thoughts spun through his head in a matter of seconds, but then left him with a complete inability to respond aloud. Jenny was quiet too, but Laura attempted to relieve the tension by just putting her hand on Mrs Dale's and saying "Okay, Mom. Okay."
The rest of the evening was spent quietly cleaning up and watching TV. When it was time to get ready for bed, Mrs Dale took Jimmy up to her room while the girls were in Laura's. It seemed like she timed it that way to avoid seeing them in the hall. She led him into her room and closed the door.
"Now Jimmy, just take off your clothes, and let me see how this fits on you. I haven't worn it in ages, but it was too nice to just throw out. I'll just be a minute. Hurry up now -- take off your clothes!" She stepped into her walk-in closet.
He felt very strange undressing here, even though she had already seen him in underwear. Her room was sort of an inner sanctum of femininity -- in a different way from Jenny's overtly pink decor. The colors were soft and tasteful, there was a sheer scarf draped over one lamp, and there was that wonderful smell of Mrs Dale's perfume. On the chair by her vanity lay various articles of lingerie, drawing his eye like a magnet. Breaking the trance, he moved quickly to shed his pants, socks, and shirt.
She returned, holding up the nightgown in question. "Now this is still pretty girly, but it's longer and will cover you up more. I used to love sleeping in this and I think you'll like it too." She held it up against him. It was a baby blue waltz-length nightgown, done in a traditional-looking style. It had semi-sheer sleeves and an empire waist gathered gently with elastic. It looked like there were two or three layers of nylon material floating down from the bodice, to provide opacity. Her eyes were aglow, and she looked mildly excited. For his part, Jimmy sighed involuntarily as he touched the slippery fabric with one hand.
"Here, let me get this over your head." She helped him put in on, and the material slid over his chest and hips with electric shocks of tingles. He was speechless. It was indeed more modest that the other nighties he had worn so far, but all the feminine details -- the lacy sleeves, the little bow, the pastel color -- were sending shivers up his spine. And elsewhere. In almost no time, he had become fully aroused, though the abundant material seemed to be hiding his condition.
As if on cue, she said, "now for your panties. Try these on." She handed him a pair of white nylon panties with a bit of lace adorning them around the waist and leg holes. She didn't turn away, so he did in a pointless attempt at modesty. He bent over and reached under the nightgown to pull off his boxers and step into the panties. Somehow he managed to pull them up snugly without having to lift the hem too much. Was he learning their dress-up tricks now?
"Do they fit? Are they comfortable?" She looked at his hips, but could see nothing. She moved to feel along his sides, which finally prompted him to speak.
"They're fine, Mrs Dale. Just the right size." This wasn't exactly true. His current state of excitement was stretching them in front, but he didn't want to admit that to her or be made to try on more panties in front of her. She seemed satisfied.
He opened the door and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, enjoying the sensation of the nylon hem brushing against his legs. There was another sensation that was even more enjoyable -- the smooth material kept slipping gently against the satiny front of his panties. He felt a little faint as Jenny stepped out into the hall.
"Oh Jimmy! That's so beautiful! I didn't know Mom had a nightie like that!" Her eyes were wide as she touched the sheer lacy sleeve of one arm.
"Well, she mentioned that this was an old nightgown that she hadn't worn in a long time, but that it would cover me up more. I guess it does. What do you think?" His voice was starting to squeak as his panties stretched from the strain.
"Sure, Jimmy -- it covers you better than my little baby dolls, but I can't believe how pretty it looks on you! Your arms are nice and covered and your knees are decent, so I guess you feel a little less embarassed about wearing this, huh?"
"I, uh, well, I feel..." Jimmy was at a loss for words again. Laura walked out to join in.
"Oh my god, you look like a bedtime princess, Jimmy!" She did a wolf-whistle to add emphasis. "Maybe we should give you a tiara."
Jenny punched Laura lightly in the arm. "Stop teasing him. Mom's going to get mad. And anyway, he's only wearing what Mom's making him wear. Let's just help him be comfortable, like Mom said."
They changed the subject to deciding who would use the bathroom next, and went about brushing their teeth, combing their hair, and otherwise getting ready for bed. Jimmy's physical excitement didn't wane, but he forced himself to ignore it for the moment while he concentrated on cleaning up.
When he was done, he stepped out of the bathroom and met Mrs Dale in the hall. "Good night, sweetie," she said as she hugged him. "I hope you'll be comfortable tonight. I've got to go do some laundry, so I'll just see you in the morning." Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away. He was almost home-free for the evening. He entered his room, however, and was surprised to see Jenny and Laura. Jenny smiled and took his hand, while Laura smirked at him as she left. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was holding a pair of pantyhose and some lingerie.
His outfit from last night! He had forgotten! He hadn't had time to clean things up in the morning, so he had just stashed the balled-up pantyhose, panties, and half-slip he had been wearing that night under his pillow. Apparently the girls had found the garments there, and were reclaiming them! They would surely notice the stains he had left in last night's madness!
As so many times before, he couldn't speak and felt astounded at the turn of events, even as Jenny smiled and hugged him. "Oh Jimmy, I wish I had a gown like yours and we could sleep together. Wouldn't that be fun? I am so jealous! Do you like it? How does it fit?" Her voice was soft and quiet, but her words came non-stop. It was then that he noticed she was wearing a short yellow chemise with a white bra apparent under the spaghetti straps. She looked incredible.
She giggled as she noticed where his eyes had drifted. "Yeah, I was going to have you wear this tonight, but I guess Mom had other ideas. You'll probably be better off in that one anyway, cause it's kind of cold tonight. I think I'm going to wear some tights. What about you?"
Laura returned, which surprised Jimmy and again filled him with apprehension. He didn't know what she had done with those clothes, but she seemed to act normally enough. "Jimmy, you want some tights to match that nightie? I think I've got just the pair." She winked at Jenny.
"Yeah! Can he wear your blue tights? Oh yes, Jimmy, won't you please wear her tights tonight? If Mom asks, you can just tell her you were cold, so it won't look like we made you do it, right? Please? At least just try them on and let us see how they look on you?" Jimmy nodded reluctantly, knowing that Jenny wouldn't let up until she got her way. He didn't want to get himself or the girls into trouble with Mrs Dale, but maybe he could just try them on for a minute.
Laura produced the tights from behind her back -- she had purposefully come to give them to him, it seemed. She held them up against his waist, letting the legs brush against his nightie. They were nearly the same shade of baby blue he had on, and had an open lace texture on the legs. He had never seen a pair of tights like that on anyone -- and started feeling faint again.
Jenny announced, "I'm going to wear some too, I'll be right back! Put them on, J-bird, and I'll go put mine on!" She pranced out of the room, leaving him alone with Laura. Her hands were still holding the tights against his waist, and he could feel some nylon sliding against nylon over his bulging anatomy. He looked down and was aghast to see that Laura was holding the waistband snugly enough against him that his bulge was vaguely apparent underneath the layers of fabric. Even worse, Laura was looking straight at it.
"Okay, let's get these girls on you," she said as she squatted down and lowered the tights, brushing lightly against him as she did so. He felt a shudder run through him. She gathered up one leg and stretched it snugly over one of his feet. "You know, I get the feeling this isn't such a tortuous ordeal for you, dressing up in lingerie every night." She kept her eyes on her work as she gathered up the other leg. "I mean, you don't seem to mind so much that three women are dressing you up." With the word "up", she began pulling the tights up his legs, moving up under the hem of his nightie as she slowly passed his knees. He realized that he hadn't even attempted to put the tights on himself, nor had he objected when she did started to do it.
"Pretty nighties, girly panties, sheer pantyhose," her hands reached mid-thigh and paused to re-gather the material, keeping it stretched snugly around him. She glanced at his waist again and might have noticed that hint of the bulge tenting his panties as she tugged upwards. She was working blindly because of the nightie, so her eyes met his from her kneeling position and he felt even more flush and breathless. The textured tights felt unbelievable on his legs.
"You're going to wear my pantyhose for the second night in a row. Did you like my pantyhose last night?" she asked with a coy, sidelong glance, and his heart lurched. She knew! She must have noticed the stain! Did she? He was mortified, and yet still he could not move or speak. He could feel himself pulsing inside the satin confines of his panties.
"Aren't these pretty? Do you like these pantyhose?" She stretched out the word, as she began drawing the panty portion up toward his hips. He felt a surge of tingles wash over him. And he felt another surge approaching fast. She glanced at the door for a moment, then continued. Her voice became quieter while still sounding playful as her hands pulled the waistband up high in back. "Which was nicer to wear, my pantyhose or Jen's bra? Do you want to wear a nice bra under that nightie? Something nice and lacy?" He couldn't believe this was happening. Her questions were obviously rhetorical as it was plainly evident she expected no reply, at least not verbally.
Her hands moved to pull up the front waistband of the tights under his nightie, stretching them snugly against him. "Did you like wearing Jenny's bra today? Do you want to wear a bra tomorrow? Wear a feminine bra, like a girl?" He felt the waistband slide up against him through his panties, though she kept her fingers skillfully to the side without actually touching him. As she reached the top, she pulled the waist out slightly to draw them up tautly, torturing him in the process. When she let go with a barely audible snap, a little bit of the innermost layer of the nightie was caught inside and pinned firmly against the tip of his anatomy, which by this point had started peeking over the lace of his panties.
"Do you like Mom's silky night-dress? You're wearing a dress with pantyhose and panties, so nice and feminine. What kind of panties are you wearing? Are they pretty? I bet we could find a bra to match them, and then you'd be wearing a bra and panties under your dress like a girl. Do you want to wear my cute pantyhose to bed tonight? Do you like wearing pantyhose?" Her whispered words made him tremble. But at last, with a playful smirk, she relented, standing up.
"I'm sorry Jimmy, I shouldn't be teasing you. You wore your bra the whole day today, so I just wanted to see for myself if you were actually into our little dressup games." She winked. "I guess you are. Well, stick around -- we've got more games to play. Hey, either you got *really* excited or I caught some of your nightie in those tights, let me fix that."
The material had bunched up somewhat right at the most embarassing spot. She grabbed a pinch of nylon material and tugged upwards, pulling it out from under his tights. The brief sensation of nylon rubbing against the tip of his penis stunned him. Being dressed like this had already made him ready to burst, and Laura's provacative "test" left him just short of a quivering heap. This indirect contact very nearly did him in.
And then, inadvertently, she went in for the kill. "Wait, I think it's still stuck. Let me try it again, 'cause it's still bunched up here. No, hold on, let me smooth it down." Jimmy's hands tried to intervene, but it was too late. Laura was smoothing down the front of his nightgown because of the bulge still apparent underneath. She held his hip with one hand, and smoothed down the front of his nightie with the other. Jimmy could not believe that she wasn't aware of what was happening, On the third pass, his hips twitched forward slightly. Their motion was entirely involuntarily, and had everything to do with his uncontained excitement. At that point, Laura's hand came firmly into contact with his penis. Her eyes met his and widened -- she apparently was surprised at what she felt. She wrapped her fingers around him, through his layers, as if to confirm what was already obvious, uttering a low "Oh my god!"
They heard Jenny down the hall. Laura squeezed his penis as she looked at him, saying quickly, "I didn't know my hose would get you THIS excited. Looks like there's still a boy under all these clothes. Just don't get too excited or we'll have you doing all our laundry, okay?" She let him go with a light pat, and nudged him into a sitting position on the bed. She handed him a pillow and motioned for him to hold it on his waist to hide his excitement.
Jenny entered the room, making some playful ballet steps to draw attention to her legs, which were now clad in sheer white hose. Jimmy was in physical agony from all his tingles, but managed to calm himself somewhat as he gripped the pillow. Laura gave Jenny a tickle in the ribs on her way out the door, saying "Okay, Jenny, he's all yours."
"Jimmy! Those tights look so cute on you! Can I see them? Cross your legs. Oh my oh my! Did Laura help you put them on? I can't get over how good those lacy tights look on you! Hey, stand up and walk around. I love how you look in that nightie with your lace stockings!" She smiled warmly when he complimented her own legs, and got up to give him a hug.
Jimmy felt an instinct to back away, fearing that she might feel what was going on, but that only led her to draw in closer as her lips found his. They exchanged a few long lingering kisses, and Jimmy almost lost control during the last one, when she pressed against him and slipped the tip of her tongue into his mouth. He let out an involuntary sigh, and Jenny paused to gaze into his eyes. "Jimmy, I think you are the perfect boy." Kiss. "I think we should go out." Kiss. "Or stay here". Long kiss. "I don't care." Kiss. "I just, I think I'm falling..." Urgent kiss.
As their lips parted, she smiled at him, her cheeks glowing red. And then she left, without another word. This time, Jimmy didn't even notice her legs as she left the room.
Then, to his great dismay, he realized he must have kicked his blankets completely off the bed. He felt utterly exposed, especially since the hem of his nightie had come up to his thighs. After a pause, she walked silently toward him. He felt himself wishing she would just say goodnight and leave, but his body betrayed him. He pulsed underneath his panties and tights at full strength. It was as if the closer she got, the more his maleness rose to greet her. Even his hips shuddered for a moment as she sat lightly on the edge of the bed.
She peered intently at what lay underneath his lacy blue garment. "I just need to check your panties, sweetie. Let me see."
How could this be? She knew very well he was wearing panties, yet he continued to lay still and feign sleep. With squnted eye, he could clearly see his arousal, and by the direction of her gaze, she could as well -- the flimsy nylon fabric betrayed his anatomy, slightly apulse. His breathing quickened as she lay one hand warmly upon his leg. "Oh my! Pantyhose? Who gave you these lovely pantyhose?" Her hand slid smoothly up along his thigh. "Such pretty lace, how beautiful." Her fingers continued, moving onto his penis, probing down around him through nylon, then tightening, gripping. "Your panties, lovely."
Her other hand now slid up onto his chest and rubbed gently, tracing the outline of a bra under his nightie. His heart was pounding. He didn't remember putting on a bra, but clearly he must have because it was there now, and he could feel the tight garment strapped around his chest as his breath quickened. "Here, let me make your pretty bra fit better." She rubbed against the cups, lighting his nipples on fire with each stroke. He could feel the nylon material of the nightie slide against his bra, fingers outlining straps and cups. The hand that still gripped his penis started moving in time.
"Now that's nice, isn't it? Panties, bra, dress, pantyhose -- all you need is a touch of lipstick and you'll be all set." Her hands continued to clutch him as she bent over and kissed him full on the lips. "Oops, missed a spot." She kissed him again, firmly. He blinked in astonishment, and saw Jenny's face as she kissed him hungrily, her tongue probing his lips. Behind her, Laura was smoothing tights up his thighs and massaging the front of his panties, whispering "Oh my god! Oh my god!"
Jimmy woke with a jolt, gasping for air. He looked around frantically -- the room was dark, the blankets still covered him, and he was alone. The dream seemed so real and tactile, that he could still feel Jenny's lips on his. It seemed so real. Then he felt something wet under his panties, unmistakeably wet. Obviously the events earlier that evening had gotten to him. He was disturbed at the thought of having erotic dreams of everyone in the house. Being surrounded by women, by their femininity, and now by their intimate clothing was overpowering him. This was insane.
He resolved to stop wearing anything female but the bare minimum, and immediately got up to take off Laura's lace tights. Seeing them in the darkness made him pause to admire them for only an instant, and then they were off, crumpled into a ball, and stuffed under his pillow. He'd have to keep on the panties, of course, but there was the problem of his little accident. Knowing Jenny, she would wake up to check on him if he dared go to the bathroom, so he used some tissues to wipe up the inside of the panties as best he could. It seemed his own anatomy was determined to betray his desires, and he did not want Mrs. Dale or anyone else to see what he had done inside his undergarments. He would just have to inspect them in the morning and perhaps wash them himself. Luckily the tights seemed dry.
He returned to bed, but it took a long time for him to fall asleep. He found his resolve weakening even then, and had to fight the urge to put the tights back on.
* * *
He woke in the morning to Mrs. Dale's customary opening of the window shades. Amazingly, his blankets remained on him and he did not feel his usual embarassment, or arousal, at her touch. She urged him to hurry and join them for breakfast, and promptly left without a second glance.
Siezing the opportunity, he leapt up and closed the door completely. He stripped off the nightie and panties and immediately donned shorts, jeans, and a t-shirt in an effort to resume some semblance of normalcy. Then he looked at the panties. There was definitely a stain, though the white material did manage to conceal it. Considering his options, he decided it would be safest to just bury the panties in the bathroom clothes hamper, to be thrown in the wash with everything else. If he washed them by hand in the bathroom, he'd arouse suspicion or else have to find a place to dry them secretly. The Dales seemed unnaturally aware of his movements in this house, so that was just not going to work. For good measure, he tossed the nightie and tights in the hamper as well.
He diligently washed up and dressed in his normal clothes, looking forward to a normal day. He went downstairs and entered the kitchen determined to be a normal boy just sitting down to eat some breakfast.
His determination was sorely challenged when he saw Jenny, who was still wearing her yellow nightie and smooth white tights, her hem sitting impossibly high up on her legs as she sat at the table. "Hi Jimmy! You can have my seat. I just finished." She rose and planted a firm kiss on his cheek as he approached. She gave his hand a surreptitious squeeze as she whispered, "I hope you had a good nights sleep. I'm not supposed to talk to you about clothes, but I kept having this dream about how you looked in them." After casting a look over her shoulder to see if Mrs. Dale was watching, she kissed his lips and sprang away up the stairs.
His stomach was still not used to having so many tingles at all times of day. To have this beautiful girl dress like that, kiss him like so, and talk to him about wearing things was beyond wonderful. But with enormous effort, he put those thoughts out of his mind and talked about the weather with Mrs. Dale as the girls got ready.
Jenny and Laura returned wearing jeans and sweaters. Jimmy sighed with satisfaction and looked forward to having a normal day. They streamed out to the car on a clear, crisp day, and he felt great to be with them. Mrs. Dale drove them to school and he felt so good he decided to giver her a kiss on the cheek when he thanked her for the ride. She seemed surprised, but managed to wave as they exited the car and entered the school.
He managed to keep his mind focused mainly on school for most of the day, though occasionally iamges would pop up of Jenny's legs or the way she traced bra straps through his t-shirt the day before. He also thought of how Laura put him into her tights, and her reaction to his physical response, but immediately pushed that out of his mind. As compelling as it was, he did not want to have the erotic dream of the Dale women replay throughout the day. Eventually, he became satisfied with the warm memories of Jenny's kisses, and that carried him on a cloud clear through to the final bell.
"Hello, earth to Jimmy, are you there?" Jenny smiled as she walked up to him, amused by the vacant look on his face. He blushed and returned the greeting with a quick hug, and resumed packing up his books and straightening up his locker.
"Hurry up, we have to get to the ballet school in a few minutes. Did I forget to remind you? It's ballet again today, so I get to drag you to our lovely little school. I need a little more time to change today, since I didn't wear tights and stuff, so hurry up!" He hastened, and when he closed his locker and turned to her, she planted a light kiss on his cheek.
They walked down the halls and out into the crisp sunshine. Jimmy impulsively grabbed her hand as they walked, which brought a pink-cheeked smile to Jenny's face. "So. Why don't you take ballet? We need a boy in our school, and I could help you practice anytime you like! It's a little intimidating at first with so many talented dancers walking around there, but you'd be great with a little help!" They held hands and Jimmy stole glances at Jenny as they walked. She seemed vibrant.
"Seriously, you probably already remember some of the basics from when you were little, right? So you could probably skip some of the early classes and maybe join Miss Caroline's class to start with. She's wonderful, and some of the girls in that class are almost your age. They're the ones wearing lilac leotards, if you remember from the other day. I don't think you'd be wearing the same thing, but if so, you could borrow my old leotard! Come to think of it, I have no idea what you'd be wearing. This could be your big chance to finally see what it would have been like to be a ballet chicken. Ha ha!" She beamed at him as his faced flushed.
"Oh, that chicken thing. Yeah, I guess I, well, does your school need a good chicken? I could flap around and wear a big feather thing with feet and all..." Jimmy felt so tingly he was stammering, even as the words came out.
"No, Jimmy, not a 'big feather thing', a ballet costume. Remember? I don't know how your old school did it, but our school uses proper ballet outfits for all our costumes." They walked on a cloud of tingly electricity, it seemed. "Tights, leotard, probably a skirt or tutu or something. And it would be beautiful, believe me. I think I'm just going to have to show you, so you can see what you missed out on. If Mom weren't freaking out, I would have you wearing a leotard to bed tonight. But I'm not supposed to dress you like a girl anymore. What kind of a rule is that, when she turns around and gives you such a pretty nightie?"
Just before they entered the ballet studio parking lot, she stopped, holding his hand. "If you're going to wear Mom's nighties for the rest of the week, can you promise me one thing? Can you promise me you'll let me dress you up like a ballerina at least once? We'll both dress up and do some ballet together? Please? I really want to see you experience an outfit like that. Will you?" She squeezed his hand.
"Of course, Jenny. Anything for you." He leaned in to kiss her, and she pulled him in tight. After a moment, she broke the kiss, smiled at him, and ran inside.
He decided to wait outside for the girls to finish their classes. It was a nice day, and he needed some time to absorb the idea that Jenny would dress him in ballet clothes. These magical clothes had occupied his mind since the day he saw those girls during his childhood ballet session. He was mesmerized by the very idea of a leotard and tights, and the sight of these beautiful girls wearing them was overwhelming. But the idea that he would join Jenny in this secret world was unfathomable.
He tried to study for a long time, but kept daydreaming. He also had to readjust his position a number of times due to the lasting physical reaction Jen's words had on his anatomy. Hence, he was caught unaware when the ballet teacher approached him. "You're back! Wonderful! Please come with me and I'll give you a quick evaluation to see which class to place you in. What was your name?"
"Uh, Jimmy, but I, uh..." He closed his book and stood, thankful that his jacket hid his excitement. She seemed like a fish out of water, wearing a black dance outfit complete with a tiny skirt. Apparently, she had spied him from a window, and dashed out to fetch him without even putting on real shoes.
"Jimmy, wonderful! You may call me Miss Elizabeth. Now, I don't have time to run through the paperwork, but there'll be plenty of time for that. You'll need to start arriving here earlier, to give you time to change. It's very important to do all the stretching routines at the beginning of class, to loosen the muscles and avoid injury. I once had a student..." She kept on talking without pause as she led him inside. He tried to get her attention, but she was so focused on what she was saying and he was so unready to deal with this that it seemed easier to just go along and see what happened.
They walked down the main hall, which was empty. The sounds of teachers' voices and musical accompaniments drifted out of various studios. The entered a small studio near the end of the hall. "... and so we'll do a quick assessment to see what kind of shape you're in. Please leave your things on this chair and take off your jacket. Can you tuck in your t-shirt? I'll need to see as much of your anatomy as these clothes permit. Of course, you'll need more appropriate clothing for class, and we can assist you with that right here in the school. For instance, you'll need to wear tights to every class. Your teacher needs to see how you form your limbs into each position, and you will find it far easier to do the exercises in tights than in, well, jeans. I'm a little at a loss though, because we normally require all the girls to wear pink tights because the light color really shows the muscles best. But being a boy, you might have an aversion to that color. We could try white, but I'd have to order some. It might be best to stay with the standard dress code for now, so you don't stick out. At least not until you've settled in. Now, take off your shoes and walk over here."
Jimmy was quite stunned by her ability to talk so fluidly without leaving any space for a reply. He was also rather embarassed at seeing her body in the black leotard -- the body of a full-grown woman, a dancer, no less. It was difficult to avoid looking at her because she was demonstrating stretches and steps for him to try. He didn't remember doing any of these stretches and things when he was a child, but his body seemed to warm up pretty quickly and he managed to mimic her moves well enough to draw some approving comments.
After what seemed like ten minutes, another person entered the room -- a student, dressed in a black leotard identical to the teacher, but with pink tights. The teacher introduced her as Mary, a leading student who was expected to help teach others as part of her training. Jimmy mumbled a greeting. Mary proceeded to run him through a few exercises and the teacher looked on, offering commentary at intervals.
"This is a tough position at first, but once you've practised, you'll find it to be very stable, and it will give you added power as you step into other positions. Here, give me your hand." She guided his hand to Mary's calf as she held her stance. "Feel the sheer muscle holding her pose. This is what you'll need to work on. In fact, I'd like to see what your muscles are doing in order to properly evaluate you. Would you mind putting on some tights, just for a few minutes? I've got an extra pair in my bag."
"Um, well, I'm not really ready for that yet. It's just that I, uh," he looked uneasily at the floor, "I'm wearing boxer shorts, and not, you know, something that would fit under tights..." He was red as a beet. For the first time since he had entered the building, the teacher seemed at a loss for words, though she seemed to be studying his face.
She paused, and suggested "Actually, we're almost out of time. Mary, why don't you check back in with Miss Phillips." Mary nodded politely. As she turned to leave, her eyes made contact with Jimmy's for a split second, and he thought he detected a smirk, but she was gone the next instant.
"If you prefer shorts, that's not really a problem, since many of the girls don't wear panties under their tights -- you can do the same. Some do prefer wearing panties, though, and our policy is to let each girl wear what they're most comfortable with in terms of panties and bras. So you could choose to wear, er, just the tights, or you could wear panties or the like underneath. But I can see that maybe today's not the day to try them on for the first time. I was going to suggest just trying them on and wearing your shorts on top without putting you in a leotard, but it's probably best not to overwhelm you when you haven't even started in a class yet. And like I said, we're out of time. You've given me a reasonable glimpse of your abilities, and I think I know just the class for you. Next Tuesday we'll have a spot ready in room six, and we'll alert the girls so there won't be any surprises."
He could hear the sounds of people moving about in the hall. The teacher pulled something out of her bag and handed it to him. "Here is a pair of tights. They should fit, and they're the same style all the other students wear. Please try them on before next Tuesday and get used to how they feel. You should also decide whether and what to wear underneath. Wear them under your school clothes so that'll be one less thing to put on when you arrive. I'll have a leotard for you then, so please plan to arrive early and I can help you put it, er, show you how to put it on." Jimmy slowly took the tights from her hand. "I have to go now, and I imagine you do as well. Please call me if you have any questions. I'll have some forms for your mother to sign next week. Otherwise, have a nice weekend. Bye now!"
She walked out. The growing clamor in the halls, which signalled the end of the first session, seemed quiet in comparison to Miss Elizabeth's constant talking. Jen and Laura would be looking for him outside in a moment, so he hurriedly stuffed the tights into his backpack. It seemed strange to have been given a loose pair -- they were clean, but looked like they had been worn already. The material felt silky and the light pink color was very attractive -- all the more so because he knew Jenny was wearing a pair just like these at this moment. With that thought in mind, he packed up and dashed out into the hall, feeling very self-concious.
As the other day, he was nearly overwhelmed at the sight of so many beautiful girls in ballet outfits, prancing and gossiping cheerfully as they prepared to go home. Some were headed to the locker rooms, and some appeared to be pulling jeans on over their tights to speed their departure. He didn't see the Dale sisters, but didn't stop to look for them either. It was more important to get outside before he fainted from the tingles. He drew a few sidelong glances as he walked -- the sight of a boy in this hall must have been rare.
He resumed his perch on the front steps and was there only a minute when Jenny surprised him with a hug from behind. "Hi gorgeous! Did you miss us?"
"Hi Jenny!" Although he was very happy to see her, he did not want to talk about what had just happened yet. In spite of what the teacher had assumed, Jimmy was not at all sure he was ready to join a ballet class. It was wonderful to talk with Jenny about things like that, but the ramifications of taking it all public were very confusing to him. He made light conversation with the girls until Mrs. Dale drove up and they all piled in.
The ride home was equally pleasant. No mention was made of ballet, tights, nighties, or anything of the sort, and on another day this might have disappointed Jimmy. But today, he was relieved and happy to feel vaguely normal for at least a little while.
When they arrived at the house, Jimmy announced that he would be up in his room studying, and Mrs. Dale suggested that Jenny join him, remarking that she would like to see more of Jimmy's good habits rub off on her. Jenny was delighted and bounded up the stairs with both their backpacks, to get ready. When Jimmy caught up with her, she was already sitting on the bed, pulling books out of his pack.
"Hey silly, why do you have my tights in your backpack?" She held up the pair, legs dangling down. "Do you want to try some ballet after all?"
"Uh, actually, those aren't yours. They belong to the ballet school. Some teacher there seems to think I'm a student, now, and she had me do some kind of a try-out today, while you and Laura were in class."
"What? You mean you signed up for ballet and you didn't tell me?" She was still smiling, but now cocked her head to one side.
"No! No, I didn't, but she was talking so fast that I didn't get a chance to say anything. I saw her last time, and I think she just assumed that since I was there again that I was signing up for a class or something. I tried to tell her I was waiting for a friend, but I couldn't get a word in edgewise, so she started running through some steps and evaluating me and all."
Jenny seemed distressed at this point. "Wait a minute. So you had a teacher check you out for ballet? And she had you dressed in these?"
"No, I was just wearing my normal clothes, but she gave me those at the end and told me to wear them to my first class."
Jenny furrowed her brow. "Okay, who was this teacher? Was she about Laura's height, really pretty, never stops talking? Pointy little nose?"
"Yeah. Miss Elizabeth. Do you know her?" Jimmy felt distinctly uncomfortable, but didn't know why.
"UUGGH! 'Miss' Elizabeth? Give me a break! That girl is Liz Brown. She just graduated high school last year and they kept her on as an assistant teacher for the younger girls. She kissed up to the director, and they gave her an internship to give her something to put on her resume. So weird. And now she's acting like such a big shot." Jenny inspected the tights as she kept talking. "I have a real problem with her. When she was just a lowly student, she caught the eye of this guy that Laura sort of had a thing going on with, and she stole him. She saw him with Laura, all flirty, and then she bagged him for herself. Ugh, I can't stand her!"
Jimmy sat on the bed, not sure of what to say. He half-heartedly pulled his books out.
"And now she's set her sights on you!" Jenny's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, that is so sick! She's trying to steal you now! She took you into a studio to evaluate you, right? Alone-time with you? Aaagh! Then she had you put on TIGHTS?"
"No! She didn't! I mean, she said she was going to suggest it, but maybe not on the first day."
"The first DATE, more like it! I'm sorry, Jimmy. I know you had nothing to do with this, and were just being sweet and agreeable. You're so nice. But there are some people in the world who can not be trusted under any circumstances, and Liz Brown is one of them. She is -- wait a minute. So if you didn't put on these tights, how come they look like they've been worn?" Jenny held them up by the waistband, and sniffed them. "They're clean, but they're not new out of the package."
"I don't know, Jen, that's what she handed me, right at the end. She pulled them out of her bag and told me they were the standard tights for all students."
"She gave you HER tights! Eww! I can NOT believe Liz Brown gave you her TIGHTS to wear! That is so sick -- she is totally trying to seduce you or something!" She crumpled the tights in her hands.
"Jenny, I..."
"Was there anyone else there? Any other teachers?"
"Just a student. She asked some student to run through a few steps -- to show me. I think her name was Mary."
"Oh, Mary? Mary Reynolds -- I saw her giggling with her friends in the hall while we were packing up. I don't know her, but I remember thinking she was acting all weirded out by something. Was she -- was she there when Liz gave you her tights? Did Liz just strip them off right then and there?" Jenny laughed sarcastically.
"No! No, she had them in her bag. Mary left before the tights. But I think she thought it was funny to see a boy in that school. I felt, I don't know..."
"Jimmy, this is no good. No way you can go to that school with these kind of freaks walking around. No way. I mean, I am just not ready to share you with a building full of crazed ballerinas! And in tights?? This thing where I dress you up -- that's, that's private. That's just for us, don't you think? I mean, I like having Mom and Laura in on it, but I don't want to have the whole school doing it with you too!"
"Jenny, I..."
"I mean, this is special -- it's something secret and personal! I don't think you should dress in tights and things for any slut that walks down the hall!"
"Jenny..."
"I don't want you putting on Liz's tights, I just don't. I can't explain it, but I think I should be the only one who gets to share this with you. Call me jealous or greedy or whatever else, but I want to be the only one who dresses you up all girlie. It's just for us. Okay? Is that okay with you?
"Jenny, I don't want to go to that school either! I got a little freaked out by the whole thing myself, and I feel exactly the same way you do!" He looked into her face and was dismayed to see a tear forming in one eye.
"Oh Jimmy, do you really? Can we keep doing this, together? You don't mind? I mean, I know I'm not supposed to make you wear stuff to bed, with Mom freaking out, but can I still have you try on stuff just for fun?" She playfully draped the tights across his lap.
"Um, yes." He gulped. His tingles were swarming again.
She leaned in for a kiss. "I'd be crushed if you said no," she whispered as their lips met. They kissed, sitting together on the bed, for a long time. At one point, her arms went up around his neck. Her hand still clenched the tights, and Jimmy felt the pink nylon slip along his shoulder. Jenny noticed, too. "Oh, well, let's get rid of THESE things. I've got something else for you to try. Hold on..."
She tossed the tights onto the bed and stood in front of Jimmy. To his utter astonishment, she undid the buckle on her belt and pulled her jeans down right there in front of him. He couldn't pull his eyes away from her beautiful pink legs, or the bit of maroon leotard peeking out from underneath her shirt. Smiling, she proceeded to take off her shirt. Jimmy gulped. She was simply stunning in a leotard and tights.
"Now turn around, silly, I need to do something." He reflexively turned away and covered his eyes with one hand, still vaguely gasping for air. He could hear the taut material of her leotard snap and slide against her body, as she removed it. "No peeking!" He heard more slipping, sliding nylon. After a few moments, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Ready!"
He turned and found her standing in front of him with her jeans and shirt back on. How had she done all that so fast? From behind her back, she held up another pair of pink tights, identical to the ones still lying on the bed. "Will you try THESE on for me?"
He took them from her hand. They felt warm and wonderful. He was paralyzed with tingles. She smiled and blushed as she stepped backwards to the door. "I'll just be a minute. Maybe you can put them on while I freshen up?" With that, she stepped out, closing the door behind her.
He decided that this was not a time to think things out too much. The most beautiful girl he knew had just handed him her pink ballet tights and invited him to put them on. It was enough to simply work with that -- there was no way he could delve into her motives, her expectations, or what this might do to their budding relationship. He quickly took off his jeans and socks.
Below, staring straight up at him, surged his now-unencumbered maleness. Remembering that she said she'd only be a moment, he jumped across the room to the door. She had closed it on her way out, but he thought it might be best to lock it while he was half-clothed. Then he stopped himself, worried about what sort of signal it might send to her if she returned early. Then he worried what Mrs. Dale might think if she came to check on them, with the door not only closed, but sealed against her. So he simply stood by the unlocked door, ready to hold it closed should the need arise.
He took off his shorts, which required some untangling of anatomy. He was vaguely surprised that these exertions did nothing to diminish his state of arousal, but then he remembered that he was still holding the soft, warm tights in his fingers. He started pulling one pink leg up and almost passed out from the rush of tingles assaulting his skin. The material was slightly sheer, and still smelled like Jen's perfume. When he got the first leg stretched up over his knee, he realized he wouldn't have anything on underneath.
He rushed to the bed to look under his pillow for the panties he had worn the previous night, but then realized he had thrown them in the bathroom laundry hamper that morning. Then he thought that it might look odd to her if she discovered somehow that he was wearing her mothers panties under her tights. Not necessarily that it was a problem with wearing her mother's undergarments -- she had, after all, made quite a show of making everyone in the house wear everyone else's things the other night. Rather, the problem was that she hadn't told him to put on panties. If he put them on under his own initiative, she might think he was getting a little too interested in these things. But that was insane because clearly SHE was the one pushing things along, and clearly HE was going along with every single idea she had put forth, no matter how it compromised his masculinity.
He even thought about going to her dresser to look for panties. This was still her room, and she had only taken a few select garments to Laura's room. He remembered the pink panties he had discovered his first day in that room, when she had surprised him. His erection grew another pulse, if that were possible.
All this thinking was ridiculous -- there was absolutely no sense to be made of any of this whatsoever. He remembered Mrs. Dale telling him that they always wore panties in this house, even under tights, but Jen hadn't mentioned them so he would do without. With trembling fingers, he started working the tights up his other leg. He toppled over almost immediately, still very new to the delicate art of donning hosiery. He jumped back up and managed to finish getting them up to his hips, but when he stretched them up over his penis he felt himself fast approaching the point of no return.
He froze in place for a second, then slowly lowered the waistband to avoid stimulating himself any further. Gasping, he stood hunched over, noticing the faint outlines of his toes through the material. Was it the pink color? The silky feel? The warmth and smell of Jen? All of it? Sighing in exasperation, he pulled them down and off his legs. He could not afford to put a stain in Jen's tights. There would be no way to hide it, and no doubt about what had happened. He could put his jeans on, play along, and later take them to the bathroom sink to clean up, but he had no confidence that all this would go undetected. Quite the opposite -- he was sure that she would catch on given how closely she monitored his clothing. Or rather her clothing. Their clothing. Whichever it was, it was too embarrassing.
He quickly put his shorts, socks, and pants back on, and stuffed the tights in his pocket, unsure what else to do with them. He felt a little better, and his sexual excitement had receded well back from the cliff it had neared moments before. He sat on the bed and tried to start studying.
Jen was gone longer than he expected. He became immersed in a history textbook when a knock at the door startled him. Mrs. Dale walked in with a cheerful look on her face, holding a tray of snacks. "Hello? Anyone in the mood for a study break? Oh, I thought Jen was in here with you." She brought the tray over to the bed and sat down next to Jimmy.
"Uh, yeah she was studying with me, but she had to go change or something." His face flushed at the thought of telling her that her daughter was probably changing out of her leotard, but that was all he could think of at the moment.
"Well, I'll just leave this here. You kids will study better with a little nutrition. I thought you might, um, I thought you might..." her words drifted off uncharacteristically for a moment. Jimmy looked up and noticed she seemed unusually distracted. "...ahem, I thought you might like some lemonade, too. I'll just leave this here for the both of you, alright? You'll be sure to share with Jenny?"
"Of course, Mrs. Dale." Jimmy felt her confusion, which brought him a vague sense of panic considering what had just happened in this very room. What if she had come in while they were kissing? Or worse yet, while Jenny was taking off her tights? There had to have been a moment where Jenny was all but naked. If Mrs. Dale had waltzed in to see that, she might have dropped the tray of snacks in shock. As these thoughts whirled in his head, she rose and walked calmly out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
Jimmy tried to return to his studies, but heard an argument down the hall a moment later. Mrs. Dale and Jen sounded like they were approaching together, with some agitation in their voices. "All I know is, I walk in to your room and find no Jenny and one pair of Jenny's ballet tights on the bed next to him." "Mom, wait! Just wait a minute!"
They abruptly entered the room, and Jimmy resumed his primary role here in the Dale household -- being a deer caught in the headlights. Mrs. Dale spoke as she walked directly to the bed to pick up the pink tights lying next to him.
"Jimmy, are these your tights?" she asked.
"No, Mrs. Dale, I..."
"Did you pull these out of Jenny's chest-of-drawers?"
"No, but I..."
"Did Jenny put them here on the bed while she was supposed to be studying with you?"
"Yes, but it's not..."
She turned to face Jenny, who looked angry and distraught. "Jenny, didn't we talk about this yesterday? Didn't we all agree not to make this poor boy keep wearing our clothes? He is not your little dress-up doll! Hasn't he been through enough, wearing our nightgowns? I just don't understand -- am I the only one who remembers this?"
Jenny spoke, "Mom! Those are not..."
"And why put him in tights, of all things? I know you like them, but for hanging around the house? Even you take them off after school most of the time!" She held the tights up to look at them more closely.
Jenny tried again, "Mom! Those tights are not..."
"Wait a minute. You've got bare feet, so you DID take off your tights today. Are these? Did you take them off HERE? How did you, I mean, I..." The tone of her voice showed incredulity.
"Mom! Those are NOT my tights! Look at them, do they look like they've been worn today? They're not mine! Jimmy, tell her! Are these mine?" She snatched the pair from her mother's hand and held them up by the waistband, as if to display them for all to see.
But he was unable to summon words. His throat simply wouldn't work. He managed to shake his head, but only barely. Mrs. Dale was also speechless as she turned from Jimmy to Jen.
"They're not his either. They're Liz Brown's tights! At the ballet school! She is trying to enroll him there, and she pulled him into some kind of try-out today. She GAVE him a pair to wear next week when we have class next! She just totally, I mean, she just came out and..." A tear started forming in her eye as she lost steam, not wanting to say more.
A look of understanding slowly spread across Mrs. Dale's face, and she stepped over to Jenny to give her a hug. "Jimmy, is this true?" She turned to look at him over her shoulder. He nodded silently.
"Jenny, I'm so sorry. I should have asked everyone what was going on. I mean, I thought I did, but this is just so unexpected that I never thought... It certainly looked like you had... But of course you didn't. My sweet little girl. My sweetie." They held their embrace for a few moments as Jimmy sat by, trying not to look at the garment still in Jenny's hand.
Mrs. Dale let go of her daughter, and spoke. "Well, I think I've let recent events get to me. I owe both of you an apology. Jenny, I'm sorry I didn't hear you out before accusing you of I don't know what. And Jimmy, all this must be making you even more embarrassed, if that were possible. Now you've got us dressing you in nighties, and the ballet school dressing you in leotards! You poor boy!" She squeezed his hand in sympathy. "I'll let you both get to your studies and just go back downstairs and mind my own business for once. Is everyone okay with that?"
They both smiled and nodded. Mrs. Dale turned to Jenny, put one hand behind her head, and gave her a firm kiss on the mouth before leaving the room. Again, the door was left wide open, and neither of them thought it would be a good idea to close it again. The image of mother and daughter kissing lingered in Jimmy's head.
"Gosh Jimmy I am so sorry about all this! I was just going to change in Laura's room and she came in and I started telling her about Liz and we just kept yacking until Mom busted in on me. I almost had a heart attack! I thought for a second that she caught you putting mine on or something. But she didn't, right?"
He shook his head, but he found it slightly odd that she would be concerned about Jimmy being caught in tights by Mrs. Dale. She was the woman who had dressed him up as much as Jenny, if not more so. More than that, she seemed almost as taken by the idea of having him wear her clothes as Jenny. Maybe Jimmy would have been embarrassed to let the Dale's know how desperately he loved wearing their things, but he wouldn't have been shocked to be caught in tights by Mrs. Dale. Not now anymore.
But just as he came to that conclusion, he realized it was wrong. He would have been completely embarrassed. Not only because it would appear finally that he liked getting dressed up, but because Mrs. Dale had visited him the other night and witnessed the unspeakable. He wouldn't want Jenny to know about that, and he wouldn't want Mrs. Dale to know just how intimate he had been with Jenny. There were so many layers of confidences in this family his head was swimming. Even Laura! How insane that she herself had detected his excitement? He got the sense that she knew all about his desires, long before she drew her pantyhose up his legs and got an eyeful (and a handful) of his reaction!
"So, my 'little dress-up doll', are you wearing them?" Jenny asked, trying to appear innocent.
"What? Oh, no, they're here." He pulled her tights out of his pocket, all crumpled up, and handed them to her. "I started putting them on, but I didn't have anything to wear under them, so..."
"You mean panties? I'm such a dummy! Of course you'd need panties, too! I guess I was just thinking you'd grab a pair from my dresser, but you're too nice to just borrow something without asking. You are such a honey!" She gave him a quick kiss that left him hungry for more. "I'll just toss these in the hamper. Let's get back to studying and forget all about TIGHTS, okay?"
Jimmy smiled broadly and nodded. But he knew for certain that Jenny's pink tights would remain forefront in his mind for the rest of the day.
* * *
The two studied amiably through the afternoon. When dinner came, it passed with pleasant discussion about nothing in particular. Jimmy half expected Mrs. Dale to lecture the girls on the clothing incident, but was quite relieved that she had put the whole thing behind her. After dinner, Jimmy and the girls watched TV, cleaned up the kitchen, and eventually got ready for bed.
This at last was the witching hour -- the time of day Jimmy had come to long for more than just about anything. He never knew what would happen next. It struck him then that at home he would wear the same pair of pajamas for days in a row. But here in the Dale house, he wore a different outfit to bed each night, and it appeared that the girls did too. As much as he loved the beautiful nightgown he wore last night, he was very much looking forward to finding out what was in store tonight. At the same time, a small voice in his head was telling him he shouldn't be so interested in giving up what little masculinity he had left.
When he was finished washing up in the bathroom and brushing his teeth, he stepped into the hallway and was about to enter Jenny's room when Mrs. Dale called to him from her doorway, beckoning. Tingles descended upon his stomach at once. He walked down the hall and entered her room, as full of feminine trappings as before. He was again entranced.
"Jimmy, I thought of something you might wear tonight that would be more to your liking. Just wait a moment and I'll get it for you." She put down her small glass of red wine and stepped into a small walk-in closet.
He wandered over to her dressing table. The room was relatively small, so it was more like a step or two than a "wandering", but in his present state it was difficult to understand these things. Bottles of perfumes and cosmetics littered the table, and various piles of garments lay near at hand in piles. It wasn't a very tidy room, but there did seem to be a sense of order amid the chaos.
One thing in particular caught his eye -- it appeared to be a nightgown of some kind draped over the back of the chair over some other nightclothes. He couldn't see all the details, but the fabric itself was incredible. Pale, pale pink, almost a "blush" color, the nylon material seemed as smooth and inviting as anything he'd ever seen. Involuntarily, his fingers brushed against it. When he heard her voice, he startled and turned perhaps a little too quickly.
"I finally remembered this old sleep shirt I used to wear in my college days. It's really just an oversized t-shirt. I haven't worn it in ages, and it should give you plenty of modesty without all the fluff. Now let me just find you some panties..."
He looked at the shirt where she left it on the bed. It was white with a large yellow image of the "tweety bird" cartoon character on it. While it appeared well worn, it was in good condition and would have been a fine option for him back on his first night here. But his heart sank into his stomach even before she was finished talking about it. Fluff? How could the magical allure of these nightly outfits be reduced to such a trivial word? How could he go back to wearing simple t-shirts to bed? He was crushed, and had a horrifying notion that she would find some cartoon boxer shorts to go with it.
She opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of white cotton panties that appeared to have a little lace detailing. All was not lost, it seemed, but Jimmy was still greatly disappointed. Mrs. Dale looked to him as she turned. "These are the plainest panties in my drawer, I hope they..." She paused as she caught his eye. "I hope they fit properly. But they are a little small and might not offer much -- support."
She stood by the bed and looked at him as she took a sip from her glass. He held her gaze for only a second, and then let his eyes drift down to the floor. Against his better judgment, he stole a glimpse at her legs, which appeared to be free of hosiery. How strange that a few days ago, the prospect of being given Mrs. Dale's cotton panties to wear to bed would have sent him to the moon. But now they just seemed like a consolation prize, especially since the girls had now been forbidden to give him their things to wear at night.
"Jimmy, would you mind handing me that robe on the hook over there?" She pointed to a short white satin robe. He immediately turned to comply, grateful for the chance to compose himself. The robe felt wonderful to his fingers, at least, even if his body would not enjoy such things anymore. Then he heard Mrs. Dale utter a slight gasp and he turned back.
"Oh my! I just spilled some wine on this nightshirt! Oh dear! What a clumsy oaf I am! Maybe I've had a little too much? Oh dear, this will stain." She was looking at the shirt. It struck him, just then, that it seemed unlikely that she would have spilled anything by accident. She didn't seem inebriated, for one thing, and she was by nature as graceful as a cat. Turning to him, "Jimmy, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to soak this immediately! This has some sentimental value to me, and I'd hate to see it damaged like this! Why don't you go back to Jen's room and I'll be along in a moment with something else for you to wear. Okay?"
He hurriedly complied, even as his mind raced to understand what just happened. Did she really spill her drink? Had she detected his disappointment in her choice of garment? It was all so embarrassing and confusing. Once again, he told himself to stop trying to over think everything. He just went and sat on Jen's bed, taking his socks off.
A few moments later, Mrs. Dale came in, with a gleam in her eye and a nightgown in her hand. It was the very one he had admired, the pale pink one! Thank the gods! How? Had she seen him touch it?
"I found something else for you, Jimmy. Now this is nothing at all like that t-shirt I was going to put you in, but I hope you'll be comfortable in it anyway. It's pink, but once you turn out the light you won't even know what color it is, right? It's, well, it's the first one I found in my mess of a room, but it's getting late and I don't want to delay your bedtime any further." She smiled as she lay it down on his lap.
"This is a really nice material, and I don't want my old cotton panties to scuff it up, so I am giving you the panties that actually go with this nightie. They're pink too, but they'll be covered up so you won't even see them, right?" She winked at him as she dropped the panties on his lap, as well as the white satin robe. "The robe is in case you want some modesty if you need to go to the bathroom." She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, exactly the same way she had kissed Jen just hours earlier. Jimmy's tingles attacked his entire body.
She bade him good night and walked out, smiling sweetly as she closed the door.
Jimmy could scarcely believe what had just happened -- what a turnaround! He jumped up and stripped his clothes off, not sparing even a moment to look at the nightie first. He tried to moderate his eagerness by slowing himself down, but it was difficult. Somehow, he managed to get the nightgown up over his head and smoothed down over his naked body. It was incredible to see and electrifying to feel. At the top it was basically a swath of stretchy lace with inch-wide lace shoulder straps. The lace ended somewhere between the bottom band of a bra (had he been wearing one) and his belly button. From there, the material was just a smooth, smooth whisper of nylon, cascading down to somewhere above his knees.
Gasping slightly, he then hurried to pull on the panties, made of the same lace as the top, and the same very pale pink color. He tugged them into place, over his urgently excited anatomy, and let the material drape down again. He was then shocked to find that the material was actually somewhat sheer. He could see the lacy pattern of his panties wherever they came close to the surface of their pink curtain. He stepped in front of Jen's full-length mirror and turned around. Sure enough, the lacy outline of his bottom appeared to be in plain view under the diaphanous nightgown.
He quickly got under the covers and turned off the light. He wanted to spend more time looking at this incredibly sexy nightwear, but it had become apparent that a closed door would stop none of the Dale women from entering this room, and he didn't want them to see him in this state. But as he lay in bed, he wondered how on earth he would ever get to sleep wearing this?
After about 15 minutes of concentrated effort, he gave up and allowed his hands to wander over the material he was wearing, and the panties he was tenting. And once again, on cue, the door opened. The hallway outside was dark, but he could just make out that it was Jenny who was coming in.
"You didn't think I'd let you go to bed without saying good night, did you?" She padded right over to him and sat on the bed, quickly giving him a warm kiss. "I brought you something, just in case you get cold." Her whispers were intoxicating. She reached for his hand and put something in it -- he instantly recognized them as her ballet tights.
"Want to put them on? For me? I know we're not supposed to do this, but Mom doesn't have to know, right? Please? Hey, what are you wearing, anyway?" She pulled back the covers and felt along his chest and shoulders.
"Your mom gave me this tonight. She was going to give me a big t-shirt, but then she spilled something on it and gave me this instead. It's, uh, it's a nightie." He felt his face flush.
"Oh my gosh! This is so cute! I know this one -- she hardly ever wears it! Oh my gosh I wish I was wearing it too! Stand up and let me feel it on you -- we have to keep the light off anyway so Mom won't catch me here." She tugged at his hands to get him to rise. Jimmy was glad that they could only see shadowy outlines, because the sheer nylon and flimsy panties would do little to hide his erection.
She embraced him immediately, and he felt tingles coursing through his body as their nighties slid together. She was so warm. He couldn't tell what kind of nightie she was wearing, but it felt soft and slippery. They kissed each other hungrily for a few moments, until Jenny broke it off, gasping and hugging him tightly. He felt her breasts press firmly against him and felt her hands trace the shoulder straps on his back. He also felt his hips fall into contact with hers. His penis pulsed inside the panties, reacting stenuously at every tiny slip and slide their nightgowns created. He was absolutely sure she felt this, but she said nothing of it.
Then her hands slid down. "Hey, are you wearing the panties, too? The little lace panties that go with this? Oh I bet I could even see you in panties finally if the lights were on!" On hand slid gingerly down across his rear, for only a moment. It seemed their relationship had not yet progressed to the point where she would touch him freely. He found her combination of attraction and reluctance absolutely endearing and wonderful and he knew he was falling in love with her, but dared not even think that word yet.
"But it wouldn't be fair for me to see you in panties, if you don't get to see me in panties too. Come to think of it, I've seen you in a cute bra, but you haven't seen me in one. Why is that so taboo? If we were at the pool, you'd see me in a bikini, which is just a bra and panties, right?" They kissed again, several times.
"Maybe I'll let you see me in my bra and panties soon, so we'll be even." Kissing. "Just as long as I can see you," kissing, "in my leotard," kiss, "and tights." They kissed and held each other tightly for a few more moments, their pulses both racing and their hips pressed together almost involuntarily. "We have to stop," kiss, "now or Mom will catch us." She stepped back and reached to the floor to pick up the tights she had dropped.
"Put these on if you like. I don't think I can help you with them. It's a little too much for me just now. But if you do wear them for me, just be sure to take them off before you get out of bed in the morning! I don't want Mom to find out I've been in here, okay?"
He agreed and they said good-night as she left, closing the door behind her. Magic. But he couldn't savor the moment -- he had to put on her tights, no matter what. He didn't turn on the light. Not only would it alert Mrs. Dale if she came down the hall, but the mere sight of his sexy clothing might drive him over the edge. He pulled on the smooth, snug tights and took the time to make sure they came all the way up and were situated perfectly over his panties and under his nightie. He imagined what his pink legs must look like with the pink night dress.
This time, when he lay down under the covers, he had no illusions that he'd be able to keep his hands away from his own body. He felt along his skin wherever pink nylon touched him, especially marveling at how he could feel faint tracings of lace through the tights.
And then came a soft knock and an opening of the door. "Jimmy? Are you still awake?" It was Mrs. Dale. At first, Jimmy thought he might be dreaming again, but he pinched himself to confirm what he already knew -- he was wide awake. This time, he decided he would not play possum. He didn't want Mrs. Dale looking under the covers and finding him in tights. "Uh, yeah, what's up?"
"I need to ask you to do me a favor." She walked up and sat down on the bed, wearing a robe and holding something white. "I'm not quite sure how to put this, but, well, you're a boy, and sometimes things happen with boys in their sleep. Things that are just not within their control. Things that might leave stains. I'm sure you have an idea of what I'm talking about."
This was unreal, but he slowly nodded to keep her from asking him any questions.
"Jimmy, this is one of my favorite nighties, and I love that you're wearing it, but I was hoping you could wear just a little tiny thing underneath it to help keep it pretty. I just don't think those panties will give you the right kind of support, if you know what I mean." He could barely see what she was holding as she held it in front of him.
"This is just a little something to give you some extra support and that would protect the nightie in case anything, you know, happened. It's kind of tight on me, but on you it should just feel a little snug. Would you wear it for me?"
"Uh, what is it?" He couldn't believe this, but he simply had to know what this new garment was.
"It's sort of a girdle. Really, it's a body briefer. Think of a swim suit, only it looks like underwear. A girl's swim suit, of course. You can wear it under your nightie to help keep everything... under control. Would you at least try it on? I know it's asking a lot, but it would really help me sleep better tonight, knowing you had it on."
"I guess I could," he said, as he reached to take it from her hand.
"No, I'm going to have to help you into it. I don't think you'd know how to do it in the dark. Now just stand up and take off your nightie. I can't see much, so you don't have to worry about your modesty. Please?"
Jimmy wanted to voice a protest, but he couldn't. He wanted to wear the body briefer. He wanted her to see him in panties. He wanted another kiss of approval. He cursed himself for thinking these things as he rose and pulled the nightie over his head, with some help from her. Then he remembered what else he was wearing. She would discover it too, but there was no way to back out of it now. Unbelievable. Maybe this was a dream after all.
She squatted down and held the garment open like a pair of panties. "Now step in. That's it. I'll just slide it up -- what's this? Are you wearing pantyhose again? What kind are these?" She ran her hands up and down his thighs, sending shivers through his body. And once again, he was standing in front of a Dale woman with a raging erection betraying his excitement -- this time with only the sheerest lace panties he'd ever seen and some pink tights to stand in between that and her face. Thank god for the darkness!
"Jimmy?"
"Oh, they're tights. Jen came in and lent them to me. To help me stay warm, I guess." It occurred to him that he could have kept Jen out of this by claiming he had picked a pair out of her dresser himself. It'd be more embarrassing for him, but at least she'd be free of blame. But his mind simply didn't function clearly under the sensory assault of soft, tight nylon he was being subjected to. "She was just trying to help. And the ballet teacher told me I was supposed to wear tights before next class, to start getting used to them, so I thought, I don't know, maybe I should wear them now at night, instead of getting all excit-- all worried about having enough time to put them on in the morning under my pants." His heart pounded.
"Jimmy, that sounds like a wonderful idea, but I hope Jenny didn't twist your arm too much. She can be pushy sometimes. It doesn't bother me in the least that you're wearing tights, I was just concerned for you. But now that you're considering a ballet class, then it makes perfect sense for you to get used to wearing tights. Listen, don't tell her I was here tonight -- I don't want her to think I was checking up on the two of you. By all means, keep the tights on, but don't tell her I came in later, okay?"
He agreed, then blurted out "do you still want me to wear this thing?" It was so awkward and yet exhilarating to have this conversation with Mrs Dale while she was holding the body briefer like a pair of panties around his knees.
"Would you please?" she replied. "I know the tights give you support, but this would just really set my mind at ease. You can keep them on, just let me slide this up over them, see?" She deftly pulled the body briefer up, fitting it snugly over his hips, tights, and panties. Then she pulled it up higher, working it up over his waist, to his chest. The tugs and pulls he felt over his erection were setting off all kinds of fire alarms in his head. Even the sounds of the tight elastic material snapping against him were driving him crazy.
"Now give me one of your hands, to get the bra strap on. There." She slipped the strap up to his shoulder and smoothed it out. It fit rather tighter than the bra he'd worn. She followed up with the second strap, tugging upwards on the cups to stretch the lacy material more evenly, and finally smoothing her warm hands over his chest. She reached to get the nightie and he took a moment to look down and try to make out what he was wearing. It was white stretch lace and fit like a glove -- a tight one -- with underwires. He was about to faint.
As she draped the nightie back over his head, she told him, "Now if you need to use the bathroom, wear your robe so Jenny won't see the straps. And if you have to use the toilet at night, there is a catch at the bottom that opens up so you don't have to take everything completely off. Now I've really done it, haven't I? You're wearing a body briefer, panties, tights, and a night dress. With a little lipstick, you'd be all set. Jimmy, are you okay?"
He was stunned that she'd uttered words almost identical to what he had dreamed the night before! He couldn't speak, he could only nod and smile. She smiled back and motioned for him to get back to bed. As she leaned toward him, he could just make out the scalloped lace edging of her bra. She put a hand to his cheek and gave him another kiss on the mouth. His lips reacted, entirely against his wishes, by sliding ever so slightly against hers, seeming to want the kiss to linger. She smiled into his face, pecked his lips one more time, and got up to leave.
"Remember, Jimmy, take care not to let Jenny see you in that. Sweet dreams..." The door closed behind her.
Jimmy held still for the ten seconds he imagined it would take her to get back to her room, and then he turned on the small reading light by the bed. There'd be little risk of Jenny coming in a second time, and he simply had to get a better look at these garments.
He could plainly see the lace pattern of the body briefer through the sheer part of the nightie. It became obscured somewhat by the wide band of lace over his chest, and then emerged as a second set of bra straps stretched tautly over his shoulders. He rubbed his chest and felt the underwired cups rub against his skin. Then he pulled the material up over his thighs to see his pink ballerina legs, toes wiggling in their sheath.
If there was a crazier bedtime outfit than the bra, slip, and pantyhose of the other night, this was it. The pinkish colors, the sheer fabric with underlying lace, the layers covering his body -- it absolutely captivated him. If he had seen Jenny wearing this, he would have pounced upon her on the spot. Jimmy couldn't imagine any woman actually wearing this combination of garments to bed, but then again he didn't have much experience in that department. It actually would have been somewhat comfortable had Jimmy not been so close to exploding inside his panties for so long.
The thought of that sobered him for a moment. Mrs. Dale told him he needed extra "support", which was her euphemistic way of saying he might have another wet dream. She seemed to expect it. Was she onto him? Did she know how desperately happy he was that she gave him this nightie to wear instead of the t-shirt? It seemed likely, but it was also evident that she intended to preserve Jimmy's privacy and dignity, particularly in regards to what Jenny knew about him. Or not. It was all so confusing.
At length, he reluctantly decided not to ravage himself in bed that night, though his anatomy protested mutely under panties. While Mrs. Dale might be okay with it, Jenny was -- well, it was far too soon in their relationship to start dealing with things like this. He dared not stain her tights. He apparently got away with it before, but these tights were special and she might even ask for them in the morning. He turned out the light.
It took some effort, but he managed to lie still under the covers and pretend he was wearing pajamas. He kept his hands away from the nightie and far away from the bra-and-panty girdle underneath. And he dared not let his legs rub together in tights. Eventually, he fell asleep.
He could feel her lace-covered breasts rub warmly against his own, and her slip slid against his thighs. Then he noticed that his nightie no longer draped down to his knees -- somehow it had become so short that he no longer felt the material brush his thighs. As she embraced him, the panty portion of his lacy body briefer peeked out into plain view. Of course, Jimmy knew he was dreaming at this point, but he didn't want the dream to stop.
Laura came up behind him at just that moment and grabbed his "panties", saying "what have we here? Both of you in lace underwear? How sexy is that?" She started hugging Jimmy from behind, now wearing the same thing as her mother. Her hands traced along the edge of the body briefer to the front, where they settled directly on his anatomy and started rubbing and squeezing.
He felt lips, and a tongue urgently pressed into his mouth. Repeating the dream from the other night, now it was Jenny who was kissing him, wearing identical clothes and rubbing her body against him, while Laura's hands coursed over his chest and groin. And suddenly Liz Brown, in a leotard and tights, started tugging at his tights-clad legs, saying "You have to wear pink tights to ballet class today! You have to keep wearing them so you'll get used to them! Oh my god please wear my tights! Oh my god!"
Jimmy bolted upright, in a hot sweat. He felt an orgasm about to overtake him, so he kicked off the covers, yanked up the nightie, and started clawing at the body briefer. The clasp was hidden from view, and the garment was too tight for him to stretch it much. He only had a second more before he'd erupt, so he urgently tugged it to one side and reached up underneath to pull down the waistband of the tights. The sight of his anatomy still trapped under the sheer lacy panties was enough to send him over the edge. He lunged for a tissue from the nightstand, knocking over a lamp in the process. Halfway through his orgasm, he somehow managed to stuff a tissue over his jetting organ, collapsing into minor convulsions in the process.
When it was over, he slowly sat up to assess the damage. He righted the lamp and turned it on. Somehow, Jenny's tights seemed to have escaped a staining, but the panties were definitely hit. Gingerly, he pulled out the tissue while keeping everything stretched away with his other hand. He managed to get more tissues without breaking anything, and was finally able to wipe everything down pretty thoroughly. He fought the impulse to take everything off -- it seemed quite likely that Mrs. Dale would come in to wake him, and if he weren't wearing every single garment he had on, there would be no telling what she would think. So he kept it all on, hoping that the tissue had done its job. With luck, only the panties would have a stain, and only a slight one at that.
He turned off the light, sank down under the warm blankets and marveled at the feel of wearing tights to bed, happy now that he kept them on. He traced a finger along his bra cups and felt himself stirring again, even after what just happened. Then, with near-perfect timing, came a soft knock at the door.
Jenny stepped in, whispering "Jimmy? Are you alright? I heard a noise. Did you fall or something?" She tiptoed over to the bed.
"I'm fine, Jenny. I just knocked something over in the dark. I had to blow my nose, and grabbed a tissue and I guess the lamp fell down." He made sure the blankets covered him up to his neck, to keep her from seeing any sign of the body briefer.
She sat on the bed. "Oh, thank goodness! I thought you might have hurt yourself or something. Hey, it's almost time to get up anyway. You better take these off before Mom wakes up!" She pulled back the covers to expose his lower legs. He felt her run her hands warmly along his calves and feet. "Don't they feel so good in bed like this?"
"Um, yeah. They do feel good." He thrilled to her touch, and his toes wriggled involuntarily as her fingers grasped at them.
"Well come on silly! Take them off now and let me get them out of here!" She started pulling the covers back a little higher up his legs, and started tugging at the material from his lower thighs, urging him to pull them down.
His mind raced. He couldn't take them off without at least unclasping the body briefer, and there was no way to do that in the dark without drawing her attention. "I, uh. I don't want to take them off yet. I'll take them off when I get up. I promise I won't let your mom see them!"
"Why won't you take them off now?" She stopped her playful tugging and looked to his face in the dark room.
"I like them. Like you said, they feel good. I just want to keep them on a little longer. Okay?" He started to feel warm.
"You like them? So you aren't just wearing them because I made you, right? You would wear them all by yourself if I left you a pair under your pillow tomorrow night?" He could sense the coy smile behind her whisper.
"Yes. I would wear them. I guess I like how this stuff feels, now that I finally got a chance to wear some ballet tights."
"Ohmygod! I love it! There's no backing out now! I am so going to put you in a leotard after school today! Don't you even think about making a fuss, because we are going to have some ballerina time the minute we get home!" She pounced on him and kissed him eagerly. He put his arms to her shoulders, but stopped short of hugging her because he didn't want to let the covers drop. His shoulders were somewhat exposed now as it was, and the only thing keeping her from noticing his bra straps was the darkness.
"Okay, I'm going now. Remember to take these tights off before you get up! Just throw them in a drawer so you can wear them later. Or no, put them in the hamper. I've got tons of clean tights in my dresser -- you can take your pick anytime you want. Just don't let mom see you in these or I'm busted! Okay, see you at breakfast!" She kissed him one more time, her lips caressing his and her body pressing down through the sheets. She kissed him so long that he worried she might start feeling strange straps or underwires. When she rose, she reached down to massage his legs, planting a kiss on one knee before launching herself off the bed and disappearing down the hall.
He was once again on fire underneath his layers of nylon clothing. Incredibly, he felt the urge to paw at himself through all the lace, but he dared not for fear of being caught in the act by Mrs. Dale. It seemed certain, now, that whenever he did something like that, someone would walk in on him. So he tried to think of his history textbook as a distraction and that seemed to help. He managed to doze off.
"Good morning Jaybird!" Jimmy was slowly rousing from another dream with Jen in it. He was very groggy, but could sense her face hovering just over his. Eyes closed, he slid his arms around her neck and pulled her in for a real kiss, hoping to surprise her. He smelled perfume as his open lips drew her in. But just as his tongue began gently probing, he heard her voice humming in alarm. To his great dismay, he opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Dale's eyes looking back at him.
She seemed to be flustered, though not as much as Jimmy was. Still, her face lingered over his. "Jimmy, I, well I, I haven't been kissed by a boy like that in a very long time!" A smile slowly spread across her face. "But maybe you were kissing someone else in your dreams? I knew about the dreams you boys have sometimes, but I never expected to be in one -- and I'm sure I wasn't the star, right? Well, now I am so glad I put you in this little thing!" Her finger traced along under one of the body briefer straps. "I know you can't help being a boy and having things like this happen to you in your sleep, so I'm glad you have this to keep things in check. Or at least keep them neat. Did it make you uncomfortable?"
His face couldn't move. All it could do was blush furiously.
"Nevermind." She pecked him on the lips. "I'll just pretend you loved wearing it so I won't feel so selfish. Anyway, I'm waking you a little early to give you time to take it off before Jen sees it. I don't have time to help you out of it, but I'm sure you don't need my help with something like that, right? Just make sure she doesn't see it. You can just leave it with the rest of your lingerie under your pillow, okay? Even if there's a stain or anything -- really it's okay. Bye, sweetie!" She stepped out as quickly and quietly as she came.
Jimmy was still only half-awake, and hadn't fully processed what Mrs. Dale told him. He tried to focus, but only succeeded in drifting off to sleep again, until of course Jen gave a cheerful knock on the door to wake him. He startled, and noticed the room was much lighter. He had overslept, and now had to find a way to stall Jen while he undressed!
But she didn't wait for an answer -- she marched right in, wearing a short lavender satin nightie, over pink tights that appeared to match the ones on his legs. And of course, his legs were sticking out from under the covers to mid-thigh. Naturally. "Wake up, sleepy head! It's time to eat breakfast! You've still got my tights on! Perfect! 'Cause Mom went to work early, so you don't have to take them off! Come on, wake up!" She started tugging at the blanket, but he resisted and muttered something about going to the bathroom first, to which she replied, "Okay, but hurry up and leave your pink legs on when you come down!" She tromped out whistling.
Jimmy was still groggy but he had to move quickly. He jumped out of bed and grabbed the tiny white robe Mrs. Dale had left for him last night. He put it on, and although it only covered down to his thighs, it was enough. With the belt securely tied, no one could see the body briefer. After checking in the mirror one more time, he dashed out towards the bathroom. Unfortunately, Laura was using it, and she often took a while to finish. Meanwhile Jen was in the kitchen, and Jimmy thought that under cover of the robe, he could safely eat breakfast and slip into the bathroom later.
Jenny welcomed him with a short hug and a kiss, and invited him to sit down to eat. They sat and chatted while downing toast and cereal. He was sure that she'd ask to look under the robe at some point, but she seemed content to just run her feet up and down along his lower legs while they talked about school. Twice, he shuddered from the tingly sensations this caused, but she responded merely with an innocent questioning look and a wonderful smile. He quite forgot what he was wearing, and they found themselves lingering at the table, legs entwined, not at all eager to go get dressed.
It wasn't until Laura came down that Jenny finally sprang up to dash to the bathroom. Laura looked at his outfit, with one hand on his shoulder as she sat slowly down. "Oh my my you sweet little thing, what in the world are you wearing now? And pink tights? Mom's fancy nightie? God only knows what else you've been dressed up in." One hand rubbed smoothly down along his shoulder blade, tracing the bra strap of the body briefer. He looked at her, alarmed. "Don't worry, cutie, I saw the bumps of those bra straps right through your little robe when I came in. Looks like you are all girled up again. Did Jen put you up to it?"
He shook his head, his mind racing.
"Well that bra didn't strap itself on you!" she said between mouthfuls. "Did you pull one out from her dresser yourself? Does she even know?" Laura looked at him intently.
"No, it's your mom's, it's not Jen's." Like clockwork, he could feel a pulse within his panties -- it seemed to happen whenever his female clothing was discussed.
"Mom's? So Mom put you in a bra? I am a little shocked! Not a lot, but a little. I thought she was going to cut you a break from all this. Wow. So what did Jen think about that?"
"She doesn't know."
"Oh ho? Her boyfriend is wearing a bra and she's not in on it? Oh my my, this is getting better and better! Don't tell me, you're supposed to take it off before she sees it?" Her eyes were aglow and her lips curled into a smile.
"Yeah." Jimmy stood up to leave. This was crazy, and he wasn't even close to ready for school yet.
"Well, I'm learning things about Mom every day. And you! Well you better go figure out a way to take it off while Jen is in the bathroom! And hurry up -- Mom's gone this morning, and we're catching a ride with my friend Sara, who should be here any minute! Go on! Run up the stairs, you bra-wearing ballerina! Scoot!"
Jimmy blushed furiously. He was unhappy at being teased, but he felt relief that at least someone else knew his secret, and was as astonished as he was at the way things were playing out. He ran to the bedroom and whipped off the robe, pausing only briefly to look at his clothing in the mirror. Just at that moment, a car horn honked loudly from the driveway.
Laura called urgently for them to both get downstairs as soon as humanly possible. Jimmy sensed that Laura took no small amount of amusement from his predicament, and that she was hustling him on purpose. But it didn't matter, because now Jenny was knocking at his door, urging him to get dressed in a hurry. "Just leave my tights on under your pants!" she whispered through the door, "for me! For later!"
He mumbled that he'd be right out, and gently peeled the delicate nightie off over his head. The sight of the body briefer over his tights made him tingle all over. Against all better judgment he decided to keep it on. He tugged at it a little to adjust the fit, and tried to pull up the tights a little more underneath. Then he quickly pulled on some jeans, socks, a t-shirt, and the heaviest sweater he had. He didn't have a gym class to worry about today, so he thought it would be okay.
Jenny was already in the car when he came outside. Laura stood in the driveway, holding the door open and smiling broadly at Jimmy. As he climbed in, she entered behind him and he could feel her hand slide up and down his back to feel for evidence of a bra. She rubbed over the edge of the body briefer twice, which seemed to satisfy her -- she gave him a wink as she closed the door. Then she whispered unobtrusively in his ear, "remember, you can't tell Jenny."
Sitting sandwiched between the two girls in the back seat was an agony of tingles. After Laura's hand slid away from his back, one of Jenny's feet shed the ballet flat it was wearing and started snaking up under one of his pant legs. She was still wearing her pink tights, and seemed to be trying to determine whether he was as well. Soon enough, he could feel the smooth warmth of nylons sliding together. When that happened, Jen grasped his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder, not letting go of him until they got to school. He left the car in an utter daze, and wandered off to class after a light kiss from Jen in the front hallway.
Jimmy found it impossible to focus on anything school related. He simply sat and looked blankly at the pages in front of him, feeling Jen's warmth, Laura's smile, and Mrs. Dale's underwear hugging him tightly. He was vaguely anxious that someone might see evidence of the body briefer under his sweater, but nobody seemed to. He stayed in a reverie, and simply longed for the school day to end as soon as possible.
After his second class, however, he realized he had a new problem. In all the morning tingles, he had completely forgotten about his bladder. He stepped into the bathroom, but stopped short of the urinal when he realized he couldn't possibly get his anatomy clear without unsnapping something. He moved to a stall, turned around, and opened his zipper to take a look. Reaching down to his crotch, he could feel the bumps of the clasp, but he couldn't figure out how to unsnap it. It seemed to be even more immune to his fiddling than the bra from the other day. He just could not undo it without at least taking a look at it to see how it worked! But the only alternative was to take everything off. Not an option in one of the busiest bathrooms of the school.
He rezipped his pants, flushed the toilet, and wandered over to the sink to wash his hands. His bladder was about to burst. But he had to put it off for another hour because the bell for the next class began ringing.
Luckily, this was an art class. Not only could he remain standing while working on his latest project, which helped ease the pressure considerably, but this end of the school was much quieter. He managed to hold himself together through the class, and slipped out the moment the bell rang to find the nearest bathroom.
On his way, he nearly ran over Laura, who was on her way to a gym class. "Whoa Jaybird, what's the hurry?"
He was surprised to see her, but then had an idea. He blurted, "Laura, you know how bras work, right?"
"Y-y-y-eah?!" She grimaced in amusement. "I should -- I wear one every day!"
"Well, remember that bra I'm wearing?" He was whispering now. There were very few kids around, and none close by, but he was anxious nonetheless. "I need to take it off, and I don't know how. I was going to strip down in that bathroom, but maybe you can just tell me?"
"Oh, I don't know Jimmy! I think Jen wants that to be a secret! She doesn't want you escaping from her bras! But wait, that's mom's bra, right? Here, let me just undo it." She grabbed his shoulders to turn him around, but he resisted.
"No! Not here in the hall -- someone will see! Just tell me how to do it, and I'll do it mys..." he hadn't finished his sentence when Laura grabbed his arm and pulled him vigorously into the girls bathroom, which they happened to be standing in front of. Jimmy was dumbstruck.
"Hello? Anyone here? No? Okay, we're all alone. Now let me see that bra and show you how to take it off without even taking your shirt off."
"No! Wait!" He objected, but her hands had already pulled up his sweater and undershirt enough to see the white stretch lace of his body briefer peek out.
"What is this? Are you still wearing the nightie too?" She pulled higher, and he decided to let her do it. What was the point of resisting? She had an uncanny ability to see through everything anyway. "Oh my god! What a darling little girdle you have on! Sexy! But Jimmy, this isn't a bra! It doesn't just unsnap, right? Even *you* know that?" She looked at him questioningly, until realization hit her face. "Ahhh! You can't unsnap this thing *down there*! You can't take it off! You can't even pee, oh my god this is hilarious!"
"Laura, please! I need your help! Can you just tell me how to unsnap it before someone comes in here? Please?" His face was beet red.
"Okay. I'll help you. But I'm not going to tell you the secret of the bra snap -- that would be cheating! I will simply unsnap it *for* you!" She beamed at him.
"Uh, how?"
"Unzip, please!" Her smile was conquering him and he felt any sense of resistance melting away instantly. "Better hurry up -- before someone comes in here, remember?"
He unzipped his pants and then watched in disbelief as Laura giggled and reached down inside his pants, sliding right against his undeniable erection on her way to his crotch. She held eye contact with him and smiled as she fiddled with the clasp for a moment. "Gee, now I know how a guy feels on a date!" Unsnap. It popped open, and she slowly withdrew her hand, but not without sliding against the front of his tights again. At the last moment, she clutched his penis, gave him a quick kiss, and squeezed him for a moment before pulling her hand away completely. "Okay, you're free. I know I shouldn't grope you like that but it's just so cute how you're so excited all the time. Now you can go, you bra-wearing ballerina."
With that, she left the bathroom. He staggered for a moment, then came to his senses. He zipped up, and stepped clumsily out, praying that nobody was near. His luck held -- the hall was nearly empty, and he made for the boys room where he finally managed to find a urinal, pull down tights and panties, and relieve himself at last. After peeing, his erection subsided somewhat. He pulled the tights and panties up and the front of the unsnapped body briefer down, tucking it in his pants. He tucked his undershirt in for good measure. Then, in a new kind of daze, he shambled off to class.
The rest of the day was uneventful, if agonizing. He couldn't forget for a moment what he was wearing underneath his school clothes, nor could he forget what Laura did for him. Or to him. But more than that, he thought of Jen's foot sliding up along his calf in the car, sharing a secret with him right in front of Laura's friend. He also thought about what made him decide to keep the body briefer on that morning. It was simply way too distracting and dangerous to wear to school. And foolish.
Beyond that, it was another escalation in all this feminizing. Mrs. Dale made him wear it, but she didn't make him wear it *to school*. Why did he do it, when he could have at least just taken the extra ten seconds to step out of it like a bathing suit or something? All this clothing was making him crazy every day, and he had tried to keep away from it at intervals, just to regain his sanity. But then every night he slipped happily back in.
Maybe the universe was telling him something. Maybe all the crazy circumstances that put him in such compromising positions were happening for a reason. Maybe he needed to just go with the flow, wear whatever Jen wanted, and enjoy it while he could. In his normal life, he would have sharply denied have any interest in things like tights and bras. But inside, he knew he had been fascinated by them for a very long time. This whole week with the Dales was a dream come true. And this budding relationship with Jen was the icing on the cake. No, it was the cake, too. It was everything.
Luck was with him -- the bathroom was empty. He slipped into the furthest stall, locked the door, and pulled down his pants. The unsnapped crotch of the body briefer both obscured and contributed to his arousal. He quickly pulled it up and pulled down his pink tights to his knees. His sheer panties, tented and slightly stained, came down next, and he sat and tried to calm himself down enough to pee. The sound of voices in the hall gave him a panic, but nobody entered the bathroom.
Somehow, he managed to relieve himself. He quickly pulled up the panties first, marvelling at the lightness of the material. He pulled the tights up carefully and took a moment to get them properly adjusted. While he was still no expert at women's hosiery, the past few nights had given him some experience at getting them on straight. And after a moment's hesitation, he took a look at the tiny hooks stitched to the end of the loose front crotch panel of the body briefer. He could pull his pants up in a flash, should anyone come into the bathroom, so he afforded himself the luxury of a brief inspection.
There were two layers of three hooks each. Somehow, they had to latch on to something on the other end. He reached between his legs and pulled the other end through, surprised at how tight it was and how hard he had to pull to get a look at it. There they were -- a row of three tiny clasps. That didn't seem so difficult. He paused again. There was absolutely no reason to fasten this. He was about to go home, and would take everything off before Jen could find it on him. If anything, he should take it off now, except for the fact that he'd have to disrobe completely to do it. Still, this was simply one of the most amazing garments he'd ever seen and he probably wouldn't get another chance to wear it. He wanted to feel the snugness over his body one last time.
After a fair amount of tugging and twisting, he managed to fasten the two ends together. The effort had caused the stretchy material to slide against the front of his tights enough to have him fully aroused. With his sweater on top, the white lace that was visible looked like a pair of panties. He pulled up his pants, belted up, and cautiously left the stall to wash his hands. Two members of the football team crashed through the door has he was drying up, ignoring him as they talked about their upcoming game. Jimmy felt a huge wave of relief that he had finished his task before their arrival.
When he got to his locker, he found a note in Jen's handwriting taped to the door. "Meeting at ballet school to register for recital. Meet us there in an hour or we'll see you at home! XXXOOO -J"
His heart leaped -- another chance to see Jen in her leotard? It seemed possible, though unlikely if there was no scheduled class today. He realized that this seemed like a good opportunity to race home on foot, remove the body briefer, and try to calm himself down before Jen got home. But then he remembered sitting next to her on the ride in that morning, how she discretely searched for tights under his pants and clutched his arm. That decided it.
He got his books sorted out, put on his jacket, and strolled leisurely to the ballet school. The feel of the bra straps on his shoulders and the tightness at his crotch added a new dimension to the pleasure of walking around with tights underneath his pants. He had intended to take his time, but these feelings were combining with some kind of pavlovian reaction to being anywhere near that school, such that his pace quickened unconciously as he walked half in a daze.
The spell was broken the moment he neared the stairs leading up to the main door. "Ah, welcome back -- it's so good to see you here for your next lesson! Please follow me and we can get started on some warm-ups before running the paperwork..." Liz Brown had seen him approach and apparently came down the steps to grab his arm, moving him briskly along as an unending stream of words accompanied this gesture. He tried to stop walking twice, but she pulled him so firmly and confidently that he kept walking. He didn't want to have anything to do with her after what Jen had told him, but he also didn't want to make a scene where others might see.
He scolded himself for looking at her legs, encased in sheer black pantyhose underneath a black long-sleeved leotard and capped by black ballet shoes. She was very attractive, though he started to think she was not really his type. He was ushered down a hall and into a small windowless room.
"...All the regular studios are being used at the moment, but we can use this small conference room just for today. It will only be the two of us as my assistant is sick, and we'll just be learning warm-ups so we don't really need much space. I have some music to warm up to, but first I have to ask you something. Did you try on my tights yet?" She looked at him expectantly.
"Well, yes, but..."
"Wonderful! I am delighted to know that you crossed one of the main hurdles for boys in ballet, if you can believe it. Now tell me, did they fit properly or were they too tight?"
With that question, it dawned on him that he hadn't actually worn the tights she gave him. He was wearing the ones Jen gave him, though she said they were identical. He decided to go along with things just to get her to stop talking about tights. As soon as she stopped talking he could explain that he wasn't here for another ballet lesson. "Um, yes. I mean, no. I mean, they aren't too tight -- I think they feel like they're supposed to." His face flushed.
"Oh? Have you worn tights before?" A tiny hint of a smirk crossed her lips.
"No! I, no." He was stammering. This wasn't going well.
Her voice dropped slightly. "But you wore them yesterday?"
"Yes, but..."
"And are you wearing them now?" Her eyes looked down to his pants.
"Yes. I, uh. I, well, yes but really I'm not here to..."
"Listen, I know you might be a little embarassed about wearing tights, but it's really no big deal. You're in a ballet school. Everyone in this building is wearing them. They would find it odd if you DIDN'T wear tights. Tights are simply part of the required uniform, but I thought you might be a little shy so I took you to this private room rather than a studio. It's just the two of us in here, and I promise not to laugh. In fact, I'll share a confession with you since this is your first time in tights. I myself have never seen a boy wearing tights. Isn't that silly? Oh, I've been to the ballet in the city and seen the men, but we've never had a male student here at our school. So you see, this is a first time for both of us. Why don't you take off your shoes first and let's have a look?"
His mind reeled. This wasn't good. If Jen saw him in here with this girl, it would be hard to explain. But the door was closed, there were no windows, and "Miss Elizabeth" wasn't giving him a chance to explain. In any case, what was there to explain? How could he explain showing up here in a pair of tights? If he told her he wasn't really here for a lesson, then she'd know he was wearing tights just for the fun of it! Or worse! He shouldn't have admitted to wearing them, but it was too late to take that back. He decided to keep following her lead and hope for a chance to duck out the back door.
With extreme self-consciousness, he took off his shoes and socks, exposing his pink stocking feet. She smiled warmly and rubbed his shoulder in encouragement. "You see? That's not so bad, is it? They actually feel rather nice, don't they? Now I didn't actually come prepared with ballet shoes, but they're not really necessary for these first lessons. Why don't you take off your pants now and put on my spare leotard? I have it here in my bag, just a moment..."
This was spinning further and further out of control. A leotard? It wasn't that he didn't want to try one on -- but he wanted JEN's leotard. If Jen saw him in here in full dance attire, what would she think? Still, he ran into the same brick wall as before. If he stopped now, he'd look like a weirdo. If he just kept acting reluctant and shy (which wasn't hard to do), he had a feeling she would just turn the heat up further. He still hadn't moved when she stood back up and turned to face him, holding a baby blue leotard.
"Alright, I can see you need some extra encouragement. You have already done the hard part by putting on tights before you got here! Think of this as just a t-shirt. Only, you'll have to take off your pants to put it on. And your sweater, of course, but let's just take it one step at a time and get those pants off of you. Unbuckle, please? Don't be modest -- those tights already cover up more of your body than a swim suit. I am so glad we have some privacy and I can 'break you in' as it were. Soon, tights and leotard will just seem like a second skin to you, I promise. I find them so comfortable I often wear them around the house."
Jimmy was amazed at her ability to keep talking without pause. He did as she asked and unfastened his belt and began pulling his pants down when he remembered the body briefer -- how could he have forgotten that? His pants were halfway down, though, and how could he explain his way out now? Thinking quickly, he pulled his sweater down as low as it would go, and was relieved to see that it just barely reached his upper thighs. He gingerly stepped out of his pants, eyes cast down to his pink toes. His mind was racing, trying to figure out a way out of this, but it was difficult to think straight while this ballerina stood in front of him talking incessantly about tights.
"Excellent. You see? You're covered up more than I am, and I'm not embarrassed in the least. They seem to fit well enough." She rubbed along his thigh for a moment, and then tugged upwards at one spot. "Remember, you have to wear tights to every class. I always have a spare pair, so if you forget to put them on in the morning, don't worry. Let me just slide them up a little better." She squatted down and tried to slide them higher using both hands around one leg, but was surprised to discover that they were already situated rather well. "That's funny. When I wear tights under trousers, they often slide down a bit, but yours look like you just put them on. Anyway, here, step into this -- I'll help you."
She held the bunched-up leotard open like a pair of panties for him to step into. He stood frozen, trying to think of what to say next and clutching nervously at his sweater to keep it stretched down. The feel of her hands on his leg brought about an inevitable reaction within his panties.
"Let's pick up the pace. We don't have much time and there's a lot of material to cover. I can turn around if you like, but I think you'll need help in putting this on. Just let me know..."
Maybe he could just slip the leotard on over the body briefer while she turned away! "Well, I can try to ..."
"Just step into them now! This is tricky to get on, and you need some help. Besides, you're all covered up anyway! I'll just get you started and then I'll turn around."
He set one pink foot into one of the elasticized leg openings, then paused again. "Uh..."
"Young man! I've had just about enough of this! If you don't put on my leotard this instant, I'm going to bring you to the headmistresses office and have you written up for wasting everyone's time. And then everyone will see you're wearing pink tights anyway. So you might as well forget about modesty and do as I say without further question. I am bending over backwards to help you get started at our academy, lending you my own dancewear, but if my help is not appreciated then I can assure you I will stop being so easy on you! Now move!"
Jimmy felt panic setting in. With no time to think, he simply did as she asked. He would try to intercept her before she got to his hips and hope for the best. He put his second foot inside and she immediately started pulling the leotard up his pink legs.
"Wonderful! Now this isn't so bad, is it? Besides, you're going to have to get used to letting me see you in tights. As I said, soon tights will come second nature to you and you'll hardly be aware they're on. Really, the leotard is... er, the leotard, is..." for a brief moment, it seemed she'd lost the ability to speak. He instantly realized that their motion had allowed his sweater to ride up slightly, revealing white lace around his crotch. No!
"Er, I should have given you better instructions, perhaps. You see, panties should be worn under your tights, not over them. The leotard itself will provide sufficient coverage without hindering movement. For today we'll just proceed as you are rather than have you remove your tights and wear panties underneath. But again, I am glad to see you show some initiative as boxer shorts would clearly have been inappropriate. You mother is to be commended for helping you prepare. You'll have to remove your sweater of course. I wonder, do you know where your mother bought those panties? Did she buy them for you for this occasion, or is she just lending them to you? Never mind, you're shy enough already. It's just that I find them rather pretty and might want to pick up a pair myself..."
This was just beyond unbelievable. She kept talking as she proceeded to pull the garment up his legs. She didn't hesitate to situate them over his hips as she talked, and he started to panic again. Maybe appeasement wasn't going to work. "Please. We have to stop. I don't want to take off my sweater. You don't understand..."
"You've already done the hard part, young man! You are wearing tights and panties already! Think of this as just a shirt! And please don't be modest about exposing your chest to me -- you are a boy after all! If I have to take you down to the main office dressed just like this I certainly will! Now take off your sweater and pull on this leotard or we're going to have a real problem here!" With a cluck of her tongue, she stood up and turned away from him. "There, I'm not looking, so you can take off your sweater now and finish dressing."
Jimmy sensed this might be his only reprieve -- his only chance to hide the body briefer. He whipped off his sweater and t-shirt, feeling completely exposed in white lace. He then struggled to shimmy into the tight-fitting leotard. It was very snug, though it stretched easily. He wiggled and maneuvered it up while she continuted talking.
"I'll share a little secret with you. Some of the girls here speak quite admiringly of how men look in a pair of tights. At the ballet, you know. I myself haven't thought much about it until today, but I'm starting to see their point. Tights look very becoming on you, and I imagine that you'll have plenty of girls thinking the same thing when they see you in class. Are you ready?"
He had just succeeded in getting his second arm into it's long baby blue sheath and pulling the neckline high enough over his should to obscure the bra strap, when she turned around.
"There, that's not so bad, is it? Very becoming indeed. Let me just pull this down to cover your panties." She tugged at one of the elastic leg openings. "Now remember, always wear panties UNDER your tights. I think you look wonderful -- and I find myself in agreement with those other girls. Men's legs DO look good in tights." Her gaze drifted up from his legs. He felt immediately self-concious and looked down to see if there was any tell-tale bulge forming under this new layer of tight clothing. Luckily, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary, other than what one might expect to see when a boy was dressed so. He glanced back at her, and noticed her eyes focused on his chest area, but they quickly darted away.
"Now then, let's get started, shall we? First, some music." As she turned to attend to the CD player, he resisted the sudden urge to look at her shapely rear and looked down at his own chest instead. He was only slowly becoming aware of just how tightly this leotard fit on him, and how thin the material was. While his male anatomy seemed to be cooperating for the moment, he chest seemed far -- puffier -- than it should be. The slack material from his hidden bra cups seemed to have inflating things somewhat. He tried to pat them down and felt his face redden as his hands made out the underwires of his body briefer.
She turned back around and saw him holding his chest for an instant before he noticed and yanked his hands behind his back. This was an unfortunate choice, he realized, because it only stretched the leotard out more tightly against his frame. He slackened, but could not find a way to feel comfortable with her standing there, looking at his chest. "This leotard has pinched-pleats to enhance the bust a little. Please don't be embarassed, though, because we both know you're wearing a girl's leotard for now. It just gives the illusion of a little extra cleavage. Now, let's start with a few stretches."
She led him through some basic moves to warm up their muscles. For a moment, he thought the worst was finally behind him, and that he'd get out of this predicament relatively unscathed. He'd kept the briefer hidden, he managed to avoid an erection, and she had even cut back on the talking as she demonstrated each stretch as she stood next to him, only eyeing him occasionally. The music was light classical, and he felt he could actually start to enjoy this.
After a few repetitions of some deep waist-bends, she said they were now ready to start with a few simple poses. She stepped back in front of him and was about to take a position when her eyebrow wrinkled slightly. "Is that? What is that?" She reached up and tugged at his shoulder, which to his complete horror now revealed a snow white bra strap. She pulled at his other shoulder to expose the other side. His face could not have been redder.
"Are you wearing a bra? What is this? I thought I noticed something under that leotard! Please, let me see it."
"Miss Elizabeth, I..."
"I just want to see it. Right now. Come on, I can already see you're in a bra, and I'm not going to bite you. I just want to see it." She was pulling firmly downards on the leotard, urging that he lower his arms. "Your chest will still be covered, if that's what you're worried about. I need to see what you're wearing, and there is really no point in hiding it. I've seen just about every one of our students in a bra, so this will be nothing new. But I need to... just... see..." Jimmy gave up the struggle and let her pull the top of his leotard down. White lace bra cups emerged. Unsatisfied, she slid it down further, and discovered the true nature of what he was wearing. By the time she stopped, the leotard was almost all the way down to his hips. She stepped around to get a look behind him.
"Miss Elizabeth, I can explain..."
"No need to explain, young man! It's very clear to me now. Here I am dressing you in my leotard, when you're already wearing one! You tried on my tights but had no leotard, so your mother gave you the closest thing she had on hand, is that right?"
He gulped, then nodded weakly. This was his last chance at being able to claim some rationale for showing up at the ballet school dressed like this. He would never have been able to come up with an explanation like that on his own, and he was oddly grateful to her for handing him a reasonable alibi.
"I am half-inclined to take my leotard off of you and just let you just wear this today. Would you prefer that? Or would you rather just finish our lesson with my leotard on?" Again, she was focused on his chest as she began gathering up the leotard, preparing to pull it back up.
He gulped again, dumbstruck.
Her voice softened noticeably, and her eyes kept wandering. "I wonder, why would your mother send you to school in this as a substitute leotard, knowing how uncomfortable it might make you when it came time to take off your clothes? Perhaps this is what caused you to be so embarrassed today?"
He could not speak. He could only give a slight nod. Her voice was almost down to a whisper.
"Did she help you put this on, or did you try it on yourself?" One hand started feeling the texture at his lace-clad waist. "I can't imagine she would find it appropriate to send you here in this -- lingerie. Some of us wear bras, but clearly you don't need one."
One finger started tracing gently over a lacy cup. He felt her lean in closer, very slowly. "You've been wearing this all day. How did you know how to put it on? Did you watch her put it on over her stockings? Is that what gave you the idea to wear it like this?" He thought he detected a subtle change in her breathing.
Again, he could only muster a tiny nod.
"Did she dress you up this morning? In tights, too? Or did you borrow it yourself?" Her other hand started sliding up along his side from his waist, moving slightly back, feeling along for a strap. "Does she even know you have it on?"
His heart was pounding, and was starting to give birth to a highly unwelcome surge down below. He could not even nod at this point.
"It's, it's so pretty, it would be a shame to cover it up." He hand started cupping his breast through the lace. He gave a slight jolt as a tent emerged over his crotch, although it remained obscured by the bunched up leotard. She moved in for a kiss, and he watched as her black leotard pressed in against his white lace chest.
"No -- please don't!" He pulled back. His hands fumbled and landed on her hips.
"Why? It's only the two of us here." She resumed the embrace.
"No, I don't want to!"
She paused to look at him in the eye. "Is this because I'm a teacher and you're my student? I should tell you that I'm not really that much older than you. Come on, this could be fun for both of us." He struggled and soon found his arms pinned to his side by her in a tight embrace -- almost a bear hug. She started kissing his cheek.
"Please... stop."
"Maybe," kiss, "you shouldn't call me Miss Elizabeth." Kisses came closer to his lips. "Maybe you should call me..."
"Liz Brown!" With a burst of effort he wriggled out of her hold. She looked at him in mild astonishment. "I know who you are. Your name is really Liz Brown and you're not really a full teacher here. And I heard from, from..."
"Let me guess. Laura Dale, right? Laura 'slut' Dale?" It was Jimmy's turn to stare, astonished. "Yeah, that's right. I know your precious Laura. And I know you've been hanging out with her. I can't for the life of me figure out why she's hanging around with you, so that's why I came on to you, you little twerp!"
"What?" He wanted to back away, but there was a table behind him. They remained uncomfortably close, and Liz seemed to enjoy the stress this caused him.
"I bet she's told you all kinds of horrible things about me. Right? Well did she tell you what SHE did to ME? That slut. Let me just tell you -- no, wait. It's not worth it. I am over it. But I am still curious about why she's dating a boy who's so much younger. Maybe because she can't do any better? I don't know. But when I found out she had taken you, I wanted to get you myself."
"Me? I'm not dating Laura! She didn't take me! I, I'm with, I mean, I think I'm with her sister! Jenny!" He was still trapped by the table.
"What?? You're dating little Jenny? Oh my gosh, that is too much! I thought -- I mean, I heard you were, well, just a little older than that. So you're with Jenny? Wow, that makes so much more sense! I'm going to have to go back to the person who told me all this and give them a piece of..."
"Who told you this? Have people been talking?"
"Hey, I'm not going to reveal my sources, boy. But I had it on good authority that you and Laura were an item. Even today, someone I know spotted you two making out in the ladies room!"
"That wasn't... Wait a minute. No, you got it wrong."
"Look, don't worry. I believe you. It never really made sense that Laura would date a boy like you. And the fact that you're running around with little Jenny -- well my sources must have been confused. Still, if you're with Jen-Jen, then you're still of interest to me." She leaned forward and put her hands on the table, her face drawing right up to Jimmy's.
"But I don't..."
"Oh, you'll do as I say, boy. I OWN you now. If you go back to Laura with this, then I swear to god I'll expose you. I'll ruin your whole high school career!"
She smiled right into Jimmy's fearful face. "That's right. All I have to do is tell the right people what I see before me. I don't even have to lie, do I? You walk around in dainty lingerie underneath your boy clothes!"
"But!"
"But what? That's all it's gonna take. I have a perfect reputation around here, and I know just the people to gossip to. If this gets around, you're a goner in this town!"
"But..."
"But what? I've got you, you pretty ballerina! And how dare you turn me down anyway? Me?! I come on to you like this, and you turn me DOWN?! Nobody ever turns me down. As far as I can figure it, you're either gay or perverted to be walking around dressed like that and turning ME down!"
"I'm not!"
"You're not what? Either way, you're still mine, don't you see? I'm going to need you, and you're going to do what I say and that's all there is to it. Still, I am curious..." She cocked her head to one side and smiled.
"What?"
"Are you gay? Or are you a perv?" Her smile widened. "Let me just try something." Before he could react, her mouth attached itself to his, kissing him with lips wide open and tongues sloshing wildly. He was so surprised that didn't break off the kiss automatically. Involuntarily, his lips moved with hers for a moment. Then he felt her hand clamp down on his pulsing erection. His entire body shuddered in response and he whimpered.
She backed off slightly, still clutching him through the leotard. "I knew it. You're definitely straight. So that makes you a little pervert. Do you like this? Dressing up in this lacy bra thing?" She kissed him fervently for a moment. "Come on, admit it! You feel so sexy when you dress up in Mommie's underwear! So pretty!" Another deep french kiss. "Or is it the tights? Did I turn you into a perv by making you wear my tights?" More kissing. "My pink tights? Your legs look so pretty now!" Kiss. "You tried on my ballet tights and they made you so hot!" Deep kiss. "You were so turned on by my tights." Kiss. "You wanted to wear a leotard with my tights, and you stole Mommie's prettiest thing." Tongue plunging inside him, hand rubbing against him, under the bunched up leotard. "You look so pretty in it. It makes you a pretty little girl. And now you can wear my leotard!" Wet sloshing mouths. She pushed him down on the table, climbing up on him, tights rubbing together. "Put on my leotard and tights!" Hands somehow landed on her hips, feeling taut nylon. "You have to wear my leotard and tights to school!" Her body started grinding down on him. "Wear Mommie's bra under my leotard!" Long probing kisses. "Dress up in my pink tights for ballet." Kissing, clutching, vision blurring. "My pink tights changed you from Laura's boy into my girl." Desperate kissing. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" Kissing kissing rubbing kissing. "Please wear my pretty tights and kiss me! Oh my god, you have to wear my tights every day!"
The eerie similarity to the words he'd heard her speak in his dream finally broke the sexual trance. He opened his eyes, and with newfound willpower he pushed her up and away from his face. She sat, straddling him on the table, licking her lips. She was as breathless as he was. Her eyes wandered over his body. He looked at hers and noticed a black bra strap where her leotard had been -- somehow one shoulder had migrated down to her upper arm. Her sheer black thighs held him down warmly, and beckoned to be touched, but he kept his hands away. Then he glanced at himself. He thought vaguely that he looked like a girl in the back seat of a car, on a date. His body briefer had shifted somewhat under the onslaught, but still held on tight. The leotard looked like a snug pair of panties, bunched up around his navel. His erection was plainly evident under these many layers of clothing, having been grabbed, gripped, grinded, and humped so urgently. He had never been so aroused in his life.
"Come on, twerp. I was actually starting to enjoy this!" She started rubbing at his chest, but he pushed her hands away and wriggled out from under her. For all her sense of authority and strength, she still had the slight build of a ballerina, and he managed to extricate himself from their shared clutch and climb off the table. He felt himself shaking ever so slightly.
"I have to go," was all he could say. He looked her in the eye, and couldn't help looking at her perfect body again.
Just then, a knock came at the door, causing both of them to jump. From behind the door, "Elizabeth, we have to get to the meeting! We're already late -- I'll see you there!" In spite of the jolt, Jimmy would have felt relief if he weren't in such a panicky rush to sort out his clothing.
Liz got up and smoothed herself out. "Okay, twerp, looks like your ballet lesson is over. But we're not finished yet." She paused to get a compact from her bag and turn off the music. Jimmy pulled on his socks over the tights, feeling a vague sense of self-concious embarassment slowly returning to him as he felt her eyeing his body.
She began reapplying her lipstick. "I have a homework assignment for you. Don't stop -- keep putting on your clothes. First, you're going to finish putting my leotard back on. You're going to wear it home today. I want you to have something for your mother to find, if she ever notices that her bra thingie is missing." She took her time doing her lips, then attended to her hair. Jimmy was listening, but it was difficult. While he was deeply concerned about wearing Liz's leotard home -- where Jenny was sure to find it -- he was glad for the chance to get dressed that much faster and make his escape.
"And second," Liz walked up to him and put her hands on his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye. "You are going to wash my leotard, my tights, and your mommie's little bra-thing. And you are going to bring my leotard, my tights, and your mommie's little bra-thing," she fished the bra straps out from under the leotard, running her fingers underneath before snapping them back in place. "back here, this same time, next week. You better come alone, and you better have them all cleaned, dried, and nicely folded."
He continued dressing, deciding it was best not to speak. "We're going to have another ballet lesson next week. Remember, I own you now, and by then I'll have figured out what I'm going to do with you. You are going to be a big help to me, twerp. This is going to work out better than I had hoped. And don't even think about telling anyone about any of this -- I have a spotless rep around here, and I can have you tarred and feathered in 5 minutes if I want. Besides, I don't think you want your little girlfriend to know just what kind of pretty underwear her boy likes to wear to ballet class, hmmm?"
He finished donning his pants and sweater, and was tying his shoes at this point. He looked around anxiously for his backpack. "I just have to go. Okay?"
"Relax. Don't get too worried. You just do what I tell you to, and everything's gonna be fine. And who knows? If you're a good boy, I just might let you be a girl again. Now just wait a minute and let me check the hallway." She opened the door and tiptoed out. "Okay, go. Go out the back door, over there. Don't let anyone see you, and don't hang around the building -- just go home. Go home and have fun with my leotard! Hahahaha!" She was hurrying down the hall now, glancing back only once to make sure he was leaving.
Jimmy was in a state of shock and found it impossible to think about anything at all except putting one foot in front of the other. He left the building and took a shortcut across a parking lot and through some woods to get to the street that would take him home to the Dale residence.
Brisk walking was helping to clear his head. It would take a while to analyze what just happened, but it seemed clear that what had once been a hidden sexual quirk had now become blackmail fodder and threatened to endanger the people he cared about most, next to his mother. He had to find a way to protect the Dales, defuse Liz, and keep the world out of his underwear. And he had to come to terms with the role he himself had played -- his timid resistance and the kisses he returned to this "teacher" in the heat of animal arousal.
Jimmy ran along the edge of the parking lot and didn't slow down until he was two blocks away down the main road. His heart was pounding too hard to keep running, though, and he also wanted to avoid getting sweaty in all these clothes. The weather was cold, but his blood was still quite warm.
It was very hard to think straight. He kept returning to the image of "Miss Elizabeth" straddling him, with his hands resting on her thighs. How ironic, it seemed, that where once such an experience would have been the realization of so much fantasy, now he felt repelled, horrified, and alone. He quickened his pace and tried to simply empty his mind of all thoughts as he paced against the wind.
When he finished the long hike back to the Dale house, he was relieved to see that the girls had not made it home yet. But as he fumbled to get the key from the hiding place, a small black sports car pulled into the driveway. Liz Brown lowered the window and called to him, wearing dark sunglasses and a furry jacket. "Change of plans. I want you at the school tomorrow, same time. I'll meet you at the door. You better be dressed appropriately for your next 'lesson', or you'll be sorry. And here, put some of this on before I see you or I'll put you in detention." She tossed a small shiny object to the ground near his feet.
She pulled her car out of the driveway and called to him one more time, "As long as you're wearing Mommie's bra thing, I know you'll keep your mouth shut. Hahahaha!" She sped away down the street and out of sight.
Jimmy picked up the object and immediately recognized it as a tube of lipstick. Pink. This day could not possibly be more surreal, he thought. His heart kept racing as he turned to enter the house, wondering if any of the neighbors were home and whether they heard what "Miss Elizabeth" had just yelled across the yard.
Once inside, he made a beeline for Jenny's room and closed the door behind him. He thought about taking a shower before the girls came home -- he felt completely unclean. But as he ripped off his shirt and kicked his shoes away, he saw the blue leotard, and paused in front of the mirror. This garment was unbelievable, yet he wanted never to wear it again. Insanity. He traced along the bust, feeling for the cups of the body briefer.
He peeled off his pants and socks, more slowly now in spite of his anxiety about the girls coming home. His tights made his legs look almost as good as Jenny's, and yet even the feel of his toes wriggling in the plush carpet failed to cause the slightest stir in his inert anatomy. He turned on the light and tried to see if he could detect any telltale bumps through the leotard. The bra straps seemed clearly visible, at least to him. There definitely seemed to be some extra puffiness around his chest, most likely due to the unfilled lacy cups, but it seemed possible that the pinched pleat design of the leotard masked that. He stepped closer to the mirror and slowly zoomed in to see if the lace pattern was visible through the tight material.
Then the sound of another car in the driveway snapped him out of the trance he was in.
There was no time to think, anymore. He wormed his way out of the leotard sleeves and pushed it down and off like a pair of panties. Then he did the same thing with the body briefer, being a little more deliberate and careful, so as not to damage the lace. The tights came off next, and he was more than relieved to take off the sheer lace panties he'd been wearing since the night before. To his horror, there was a large white stain plainly visible on the front panel, near the waistband!
Clearly he had to put off dealing with that until later. The leotard had to be hidden at the very least. It was essential that no one find it, yet he knew of no safe hiding spots in the house. He resorted to stuffing it into his backpack and zipping it closed. The tights were okay -- they were Jenny's and she would expect to see them somewhere. The body briefer, though, was another trick. Jen didn't know about it, so he couldn't leave it out, but Mrs. Dale would want it back at some point that evening. He folded it up and put it neatly under his pillow, making sure that no part of it was visible. For good measure, he folded up the nightgown and panties and laid them on top, again securing the pillow. He would try to find a way to deal with the stains later.
Then he realized that Jen knew about the nightie and panties, too. If she were to take a look, she would see the briefer underneath them. This was such a tangled mess. How did he get so mixed up in all this? Was he so desperate to wear their undergarments that he went along with absolutely any excuse to keep them dressing him up every night? He had felt uneasy about the duplicity all day, and ten times more so after the encounter at the ballet school. Should he tell them about what happened? Should he just tell everyone about everything, so that there would be no more secrets?
There was no solving this now, not with his brain seizing up. He grabbed his towel and the small robe and ran for the bathroom. A moment later, he was washing and scrubbing away his anxieties. The hot water gave him a chance to remove himself from the world and focus on the mundane and not at all tingly task of removing a thick layer of dried sweat and nervousness. Slowly, he calmed down and felt his heart return to a normal rhythm.
His shower went longer than he had intended, but he needed it. After toweling off, he put on the robe and stepped out of the steamy bathroom. He felt much better now. Although he still didn't know how to handle what had happened at the ballet school, he felt grounded standing there in the Dale's house. It seemed safe -- even more than safe. It felt like a second home. Some of the craziest things he'd ever experienced had happened here, and yet he felt like nothing bad would ever happen and no ill would ever be thought of him while he stood here, surrounded by these crazy girls.
His revery came to an abrupt end as he turned off the water and covered himself in a large fluffy white towel. He could hear Jenny and Laura chatting loudly downstairs. They must have heard the shower running. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he sprinted into Jenny's room and closed the door. The room seemed presentable enough, but he felt panic regardless, knowing she'd be looking for him. He ripped off the towel and put on a clean set of boxers, jeans and t-shirt. Then he stood in front of the door for a moment, looking at the clock. The fact that Jenny hadn't given a little knock surprised him. He felt disappointment as well, mixed in with relief. This swirl of contradictory feelings was driving him crazy, but he also welcomed it as a sign of relative normalcy. At length, he took a deep breath, opened the door, and went downstairs to join them.
They were both in the kitchen, putting together some snacks and laughing over some idle gossip. Laura saw him first, and the Jenny jumped around. "Jimmy! You're here! I was worried about you when I didn't see you after school!" She gave him a hug and smiled warmly. "How did you get home?"
"Oh, I walked. You know, it was a nice day and all."
"It's a beautiful day, but cold! Thank goodness you had my tights on, right? But why didn't you come meet us at ballet school? I thought you might come there and get a ballet vibe or something, you know? Get psyched up for trying on a leotard before Mom gets home?"
"Oh, yeah, I..."
"Oh but you might have run into Liz Brown -- yuck! It was probably a good idea to stay clear. Like I said before, I don't think I want to share you with a whole school full of crazed ballerinas. Someone would probably end up jumping you in the hallway or something." To this Laura laughed out loud.
"Well, I..." He felt a pit forming in his stomach. What should he do? He could barely speak.
"You smell so clean and pretty! Sorry about our girlie soap, but I do like what it does for your neck." She leaned into him and breathed deeply. "Oh come on! Let's play dress-up right now! Mom's going to be home soon, and I don't want her to spoil our fun! Come on!!!" She pulled him firmly by the hand, and Jimmy could muster up no reason to resist. He could only manage a backward glance at Laura, who winked at him and smiled through the half of a mini-bagel clutched in her mouth.
On their way up the stairs, Jenny asked, "Are you embarrassed that I talked about dressing you up in front of Laura? Don't worry, she already knows all about those ballet lessons you took when you were little. I told her I wanted to see what you looked like in costume, and she agreed that we should dress you up in our stuff. She said something about it being right up your alley, whatever that means, and then she got excited with me. So you don't have to be embarrassed about wearing a leotard because she's as excited as I am." She pulled him into her room and gave him a long firm kiss on the lips. "For me?"
Jimmy smiled and nodded as he felt a wave of tingles wash over his body. He couldn't resist Jen, as confused as he was at this moment. She giggled and pranced over to the dresser to pull out a package. "Here's a new pair of ballet tights. They're just like the ones you wore today, but you probably don't want to wear smelly tights now that you're nice and clean. And besides, I was thinking you could have your own pair of tights if you ever want to be my ballet student." She pecked him on the lips as she dropped them on the bed. "But first," she sang as she returned to the dresser, "I want you to wear my bra and panties! Yes, I'm one of those freak girls who wears them under my leotard. Call me crazy! But since this might be my one and only chance to dress you up like a ballerina, I want you in a bra." She smiled and lay the garments down next to him.
He returned the smile, but dared not move for fear of betraying his physical excitement. His erection seemed to have come out of nowhere, surging wildly with every word Jenny uttered. She looked at him expectantly for only a moment before exclaiming, "Oh my gosh! You're still in your boy clothes and I'm standing here waiting for you to put on my undies! I'm so sorry! I'm going to go to Laura's room and see if she has any cool leotards. You stay here and put on your panties and tights, but leave the bra for me okay? Well wait -- I want to put it on you myself. Sort of set the mood and get things going, right? Here, just take off your shirt."
She helped pull his shirt off over his head, and turned him around so his back faced her. In an instant, she had stretched the white bra around his chest, holding the straps loosely for him to put his arms through. "I have to thank Laura for giving me the idea to strap this bra on extra tight, so you can't get out of it. God, I can't get enough of seeing you in a bra. Maybe I'll let you see me in one, huh? How come I get to see you wearing one, but you don't get to see me wearing one? I mean, if we were at the pool, you'd see me in a bikini, right?" She turned him around again. "Still, there's something extra good about this lacy stuff." She planted a firm kiss on his lips, smiled, and pranced out of the room, calling back, "I'll let you get those tights on, now! Don't even think about it, just do it!"
Jimmy could barely stand himself. All the physical excitement from earlier had returned, only this time it was accompanied by all the tingles that seemed to attend anything related to Jenny. But as much as he wanted to do this with Jen, he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened to him at the ballet school. That whole experience seemed to have ruined him in some strange way. He was clearly still excited by the prospect of wearing Jen's ballet clothes, but he had betrayed her with Liz. He had done almost everything he could to avoid doing so, but *it* happened anyway. His heart ached to the core.
Jen would be back any moment. Not knowing what else to do, he closed the door and took off the rest of his clothes. He could smell the lingering scent of Jen's perfume. Then, moving more quickly, he pulled on the panties she had laid out for him. They were white, lacy, and very pretty, even as they stretched to contain his surging anatomy. Then he opened the package of tights. They were pale pink and seemed too small, but he somehow managed to get them on and pulled up high over his panties, again marveling at the feel of the plush carpet on his nylon-clad toes. His bulge was embarrassingly obvious, so he sat down on the bed and put the pillow on his lap, the way Laura had coached him.
A moment later, Jen knocked on the door. He asked her to enter, and she burst in, wearing a dark gray leotard and pink tights. She was stunning. "I couldn't find a yellow leotard, but Laura has a tan one that we might be able to use for a chicken outfit, or I have an old white one in my drawer that might still fit." She said this as she walked straight from the door to her dresser, pulling out the white one. But hearing no response from him, she looked up and seemed to deflate somewhat as she saw him sitting there on the bed.
"Jimmy, what's wrong?" She walked up to him.
"...Huh? Uh, nothing." He felt a pit in his stomach. How could anything be wrong with this incredible girl standing in front of him?
"Well, so which leotard do you want to try on?" She held them both up, studying his face.
"I don't know, I guess the white one." His eyes drooped down to the carpet.
"Hmm, okay. We can try it, anyway. But you might have some trouble keeping your bra straps inside -- just the way that it's cut. Not that I mind. If anything... Hey, what's that?" He didn't know what she was talking about, and had to look up as she stepped to the side and picked up the nightie that he had folded earlier. "What is this under here? Jimmy?"
All remaining color drained from his face. He had used the pillow to hide his erection, but had inadvertently exposed last night's "pajamas". Somehow, a loose bra strap had drawn Jenny's attention. With the nightie out of the way, there sat a small pair of panties and Mrs. Dale's body briefer, folded neatly. Jenny dropped the nightie, and slowly picked up the body briefer by the bra straps, letting it fall open and holding it up for them both to see.
"Jimmy? Were you wearing this?"
"I..."
"Jimmy? What's going on? Are you okay? Why are you so freaked out right now? What is it?" Jimmy had been on the edge of a breakdown from the moment Jenny had entered the room, but the fact that she was concerned about his well-being -- about *him* -- in spite of the strange circumstances... He immediately burst into tears and threw himself down on the bed, thrusting his face into the pillow.
"Hey! Oh my god, Jimmy! Hey now! What's going on? Did I push you too much? Is this ballet thing getting to you? Hey..." She sat on the bed and put her hand on his naked shoulder. He was only dimly aware that his rear end was exposed for all the world to see.
"Jenny, I... It's not that. It's... I feel... I have to tell you something!" He wiped his face on the pillow and slowly sat up. She enveloped him in her arms.
"Anything, Jimmy, tell me anything at all. It's okay. I swear, just tell me what's on your mind. Shhh..."
"I... I don't know where to begin. It's awful. I don't know -- you're going to hate me!"
"Oh Jimmy, I couldn't possibly hate you. Ever! Oh my god, my pretty boy. Shhh. Just tell me. Just start at the beginning. What happened?"
Somehow, Jimmy composed himself enough to start talking. Her care and concern seemed to give him a moment of clarity, and he knew it was time to come out with everything. He could no longer keep anything secret from her. There was just no other way.
He started with the body briefer. He explained that Mrs. Dale had asked him to wear it, but then discovered his tights. Not wanting to spoil Jen's "secret", she asked that Jimmy keep the body briefer out of sight. Then he explained how he had been too rushed to take it off the next morning. He told her about getting Laura to explain how to unhook the crotch -- as much as he wanted to clear the air, he couldn't admit that Laura had actually unhooked it herself.
Then he told her about coming to the ballet school to find them, and being pulled into a private room by Liz Brown. He described everything that happened -- how he had tried repeatedly to get out of there without tipping her off to what he was wearing. And how he couldn't just walk out after she had discovered the body briefer. And how she had threatened to expose him. And how she started kissing him and pushing him down on the table and climbing on top of him. And how he had finally managed to break away.
Jenny was gripped in silence throughout the story. Jimmy finished by detailing the final threats and instructions Liz had given him -- the leotard, the lipstick, everything.
He was exhausted, crushed, and almost empty inside, but some of the weight on his shoulders had been lifted. After a moment of silence, he wiped his face and turned to look at Jenny. "I don't know what to do. I'm not going, tomorrow, that's for sure, but I don't know what to do about Liz. What am I going to do?"
Jen seemed uncharacteristically tense. She spoke in a rapid manner as she stood up. "So wait. Let me think. Let me, let me just think. She's going to meet you at... You put on her leotard? She saw you put on her leotard, right there in front of her?"
"No, she wasn't looking..."
"You wore her leotard? I'm sorry, but I'm having a little trouble seeing her force you into a leotard."
"Jen, she didn't force me. Maybe I didn't say it the right way. She..."
"She didn't force you, so you got dressed up in a leotard with some girl at the ballet school? Without me? With some girl? With THAT girl? Oh my god. Oh gosh..."
"Jen, wait. Hold on. I didn't..."
"And you knew I was going to dress you up, but you did it yourself? Why? I mean, here I thought I was practically forcing you into wearing tights, and now I see you're jumping into Liz Brown's leotard and making out with her!"
"No! Jen! It's not like that!" He grabbed her hand.
"You totally did! You just went off and did the one thing I was most looking forward to doing with you, and you did it with LIZ BROWN!" She was yelling now. "You men are all ALIKE! You're just like my stupid stupid dad! You just can't wait to get in bed with the nearest slut you can find and forget about everyone else! Forget about me! Oh god! I have to get out of here! Get away!" She tore her hand away and stormed out in tears, slamming the door behind her. He heard her slam Laura's door next, and then heard a muffled scream.
Jimmy's stomach turned into a black hole. He had told her everything, and now she had called him out on it. She was wrong about what she had said, but it didn't matter. Jimmy knew that he hadn't fought Liz off forcefully enough. He had let her kiss him. He had worried about his own embarrassment instead of the situation this might put the Dale girls into. He could have called things off somehow. Somehow. He could have refused to even enter that room. He could have just gone home after school. Why couldn't he have just gone home and looked forward to an incredible afternoon with Jen? Why had he been so passive this whole week, only to mess everything up now? How had he gone so wrong, so fast?
He sank into bed, under the covers, pulling the pillow tightly around his head. He couldn't even cry. He hurt so much that he pulled himself nearly to a fetal position. Very faintly, he heard Laura talking in the hallway, and another scream from Jen. He heard more sobbing. After a while, he hear a car drive up, and heard Mrs. Dale's voice in the hallway. He heard all this, but it barely registered. He was wrapped up in his own pain, and couldn't move. Part of him wanted to die, knowing he had betrayed the person he truly loved. He was madly in love with Jen -- it was clear to him now. And he had ruined it.
After a long time, Jimmy woke to the sound of a gentle tapping on the door. Mrs. Dale came in and sat on the bed, putting her hand on Jimmy's forehead as he turned to face her. Under ordinary circumstances, he would have been embarrassed to be seen by her wearing a bra and tights, but none of that mattered now. She seemed not to think anything of it and gave him a gentle hug.
"Jimmy, dear boy. I'm afraid I might have made a mess of things for you with that body briefer. Oh, but that was just the tip of the iceberg, wasn't it?" He didn't respond. He felt her rubbing his shoulder, and drew some small comfort from that. "Jimmy, I don't know this girl at the ballet school. I have heard a few things about her, and most of them are unflattering. But I feel like I know you. You've been here in our house this whole week, and I feel like I know you better than ever. Jimmy, you didn't break Jenny's trust today, did you? Is what Jen just told me the whole truth? Or is there more to the story?"
"Mrs. Dale, I feel so awful. I didn't want to hurt Jenny. I just wanted to meet her at the ballet school. I should never have gone there. I should have gone straight home. I should have known that girl would be there, and when she got me into that room, I should have just walked right back out. And when she found out I was wearing tights, she told me I had to wear her leotard or I'd be in trouble, but I shouldn't have worried about myself like that. I still could have left. And when she saw that I was wearing your -- your body briefer, she started talking to me and I couldn't move and she started touching me and kissing and pushing me and I still should have gotten up! I should have just told her 'No!'" Tears streamed down Jimmy's cheeks as the words poured out of him.
"I guess I did finally say 'no', and that's when she started threatening me. I don't know what to do, but that doesn't even matter now! I hurt Jenny and when we were back home I didn't know what to do and I finally had to tell her and now everything is ruined! Jenny is hurt, and there were so many ways I could have done the right thing and instead I messed everything up! You have all been so wonderful to me this whole week, and I messed it all up now! I wish I could just die! I am so sorry! I just want to die!" He cried openly into her blouse. Mrs. Dale said nothing. She was stunned by this flood coming from Jimmy. Jenny had told her some parts of this story, but not all of it. His sincerity was obvious.
After a few moments, she squeezed him tightly, and then pulled back slightly so she could look at his face. "Jimmy, I believe you. I think I understand what happened, and I want you to know that you did not do anything wrong. Well, not as much as you think you did. Oh, you sweet thing." She wiped away the tears from one cheek, and kissed the other.
"You are so innocent. It just breaks my heart. Both of you. I feel so awful for the small part I played in all of this. I put you in that hideous girdle, and didn't take the time to make sure you got out of it this morning! What was I thinking?" She kissed his nose. Her hand fell to his shoulder, directly on a bra strap, and her other hand continued to hold him in a loose embrace.
"You were just trying to please everybody, weren't you? Jenny's tights, my girdle, this awful girl at the ballet school -- you were just trying to make your way through some very difficult circumstances, weren't you?" She kissed his lips softly, and he could taste the salt of his own tears.
"We've put you in such a predicament here, every night, and sometimes even all day, and you just want everyone to be happy. Never a thought about yourself." She kissed him again. He could feel the hand she held at his back slide over the clasp of his bra.
"And now you've been taken advantage of. Totally innocent. Jenny just got the wrong idea. She's not used to feeling this way about someone, you know. It's, well, it has been difficult since her father left us. We've managed. Most would say we've done rather well here, but there are still some soft spots where it hurts. I think you stumbled onto one of those soft spots, Jimmy. It's not your fault." She kissed him again. He had been kissed by Mrs Dale several times before, and still couldn't quite get used to it. His own mother never paid this kind of attention to him, that was for sure.
"I know you're not like her father. You're not like him at all. You're different from anyone else we've ever met. You're a breath of fresh air, and Jenny has never been happier than she has been this week, with you. She's hurt, now, but if she only knew. If she only knew what a gentleman -- what a gentle young man -- that you are..." Her next kiss was longer than a peck. He smiled at such unexpected praise, and his eyes dropped down to the hand she now held over one of his bra cups.
"I don't even want to know why you are wearing a bra right now! It was Jenny, right?" He nodded and smiled again. After another pair of kisses, she said, "She certainly has a way of getting you involved in her interests. You know, I got her this bra as a gift for getting a B on a math test. She has struggled with school, ever since he... Well, anyway, she has been so good about studying, this week. She's been working so hard. I try to indulge her when I can." Her fingers traced along the lacy edge of the cup. "I imagine you've got the matching panties on underneath that blanket?"
Jimmy's face went deep red as he nodded. "It's alright, sweetie. You have tried to make her happy, and it's worked. I'm going to talk to her, now. I think I understand what happened, and I want her to know a few things about you." Two more kisses followed, and then Mrs Dale stood up. "You can stay here if you like. But I do have some pizza in the kitchen. If you want to eat, don't worry about what you're wearing. Just put on your robe and come on down. Or stay here as long as you like. Just give me some time with poor Jenny." She rubbed his shoulder one last time and walked out the door, closing it gently behind her. Jimmy realized that for the first time he could remember, he had no idea what Mrs Dale was wearing -- he simply hadn't noticed her clothes at all during this entire conversation.
Jimmy felt like he was back on planet earth. His stomach was still tied up in knots, but he attributed at least part of that to hunger. He wanted to go downstairs, but he didn't want to move until Jen had a chance to hear from her mother. He waited there, in her bed, until the silence seemed to have gone on too long. Stretching his legs, he finally rose out of bed.
Under the circumstances, he thought it best to take off the underwear and get back into his regular clothing. He needed a bit of normalcy very badly, even as he marveled at the feeling of the pink tights as he pulled them and the panties off. Dropping them on the floor, he then caught sight of himself in the mirror and considered wrestling the bra off somehow. He tried to poke his fingers back near the clasp, but they only barely reached and he could not figure out how the clasp worked while it was stretched around him so tightly. He had a mental image of peeling it off over his head, like a shirt, but he didn't want to damage the delicate material. So he just put his t-shirt on over it and tried not to think about it. Once he had his jeans and boxers back on, he felt steady enough to walk out the door.
And as if by magic, Jen stepped out of Laura's room at the same moment.
"Jimmy. Hi." Jenny looked tired but relatively composed.
"Jenny..."
Laura came out of her room, moving Jenny gently to one side. She extended a guarded look towards Jimmy and headed for the stairs down to the kitchen. Mrs. Dale was nowhere to be seen.
There was an uncharacteristic stillness in the hallway. A faint aroma of soup wafted from downstairs. The silence was excruciating.
"Well, I've got some homework to do. Bye." She started down the hall. Jimmy couldn't stand it. This silence and guardedness was even worse than the screaming.
"Wait. Jenny. Can we talk? I really need to talk with you. Please?"
She paused and cast a look back over her shoulder. "About what?"
"Come on, please. Come in here." He took her hand and pulled toward her bedroom door. After a slight hesitation, she allowed him to bring her in, close the door, and have her sit on the bed, while he remained standing.
"Jenny, this thing, this whole thing is just out of control. I don't know where to begin..."
"Well, just let me know when you figure that out," she said, as she started to rise.
"No, wait! Please stay and hear me out. I can't go another minute without talking with you." Her face softened imperceptibly and she sat back down.
"Jenny, I didn't want anything to do with that girl. I never have, and never will. I only even walked into that school because I thought I might get to see you there. She cornered me and I was embarrassed and afraid of what might happen if she, I don't know, told someone about me. About what I was wearing. It all happened so fast, and I was so confused."
Jenny replied, "Jimmy, I don't want to be part of your confusion..."
"See, that's just it! I'm not confused about you at all! I have never felt more sure about my feelings for someone in my life! I can't stop thinking about you, no matter where I am or what I'm doing! I've been looking forward to waking up every day this week just because I know I'll see your face! I get to go to school with you! In class I daydream about spending time with you, and what you'll look like next time I see you! I get to study with you after school. I even love this crazy stuff at night, when we're getting ready for bed! I *especially* love that part! I have never felt this way about anyone or anything before! It's driving me crazy, and it's turning my stomach inside out whenever we're not together, but it's not confusing at all!"
She held up a finger to stop him. "So what is confusing you? I know this whole thing with 'Miss Elizabeth' isn't exactly what I had imagined -- Mom talked me through some of that. But why didn't you just bust out of there? And why am I so insecure about you? How come I have NO IDEA how you feel about me? Why do I have to THROW myself at you day and night, and get not a word from you about me? About us? I mean, is it because we're living in the same house and you don't have to DATE me or something? What is it?"
Jimmy was shocked. But not speechless, thank goodness. "Oh Jenny. I, I..." Tears began streaming from his eyes. "I haven't talked about my feelings for you because I've never had these feelings before! I didn't know what you were thinking! I mean, we kissed and had such wonderful times here that I wanted -- I dreamed of having you as my girlfriend. But it all happened so fast, and I haven't had a chance to take it all in. I didn't want to scare you off. I thought you might think I was freaky enough already, without getting all weird about, you know, how much I care about you."
Her face was flushed, and her eyes widened as she asked "How much do you care about me?"
"Jenny, I, I love you. I love you more than anything. I have never met anyone like you, and I want to be part of your life forever. I love you SO MUCH! I want us to be boyfriend-girlfriend and go out on dates and see movies and go for walks and all that stuff! I want us to be together even when my mom comes home and I have to move out of here. I want the whole world to know that we're together. I am so tired of secrets and not knowing things -- I just want to tell everyone what's been going on here. That Jim and Jenny are together now, and they always will be! I..."
She interrupted him by leaping into his arms and embracing him tightly. He was surprised and staggered backward, but they kept their footing. They held each other like that for several minutes, not saying a word. Jimmy could feel her breath on his neck. He rubbed along the back of her shoulder with one hand. They would have remained in that position longer, but Mrs. Dale's voice came up from the kitchen, asking them to come to dinner.
Slowly, they stepped back and looked at each other, holding hands. Jenny's smile was the most beautiful thing Jimmy had ever seen. This was heaven.
"I guess we better go downstairs." Jenny led him down the hall to the kitchen, where they joined Laura and Mrs. Dale for dinner. Their shared conversation was light and cheerful -- and never touched upon the obvious and palpable change in chemistry between Jimmy and Jenny. It was unspoken, yet somehow he could tell that the other two women knew. Of course they knew, and not just because of all the drama they had already witnessed that day. They knew because they knew their Jenny. And they were getting to know Jimmy. And they were happy for the new little couple. Everyone's face just seemed lit up like a Christmas tree, to Jimmy.
After dinner, the girls sent their mother to relax in front of the TV, and then rejoined Jimmy to clean everything up in the kitchen. With Mrs. Dale safely out of earshot, Laura started asking for more details about what really happened at the ballet school.
"So, what room did she take you to, Jimmy?"
"Some kind of meeting room. Big table and some chairs, and some open space, and one mirror."
"How weird -- the conference room. Well, that makes sense. She knew nobody would disturb you there. And she made you take off your clothes while she was in the room?"
"Yeah. I mean, I finally got her to turn around so she wouldn't see me while I put on the leotard."
"So sick. She was actually posing as some kind of ballet professor, and putting you in a position like that. What did she say when she saw you had tights on?"
Jimmy paused a moment, "I guess she asked how they fit, and told me I'd have to wear them every time."
"She told you you'd 'have' to wear them? I mean, she's right -- students have to wear tights, but what language did she use?" Laura seemed especially interested now.
Jimmy sensed what she was getting at. "Well, um. When I hadn't put on the leotard yet, she said she'd take me down the hall to the main office, dressed like that, and then everyone would see me like that, and..."
Jenny interjected, "She was going to show you in just tights to all the girls?"
"Yeah, I think that's what she meant."
Laura asked, "And what did she say at the end? After she started attacking you? What did she want you to do? You know, for next time?"
Jimmy blushed, but didn't shy away from telling the girls. It was so liberating to be able to share things like this! "She told me I had to bring the tights and leotard and 'bra thing' and also wear that lipstick."
"So wait, does she know that we dress you up in girl tights and bras already?" Laura eyed him intently.
"Uh, no!"
She started pacing. "So she's threatening you. She thinks you're a weirdo who likes wearing bras and whatever, and she was working on you to get you wrapped around her little finger. And when that didn't work," she continued, "she threatened to expose you -- first to the school and then to us. She's figuring that you won't risk having anyone find out, especially Jenny here, so you'll do whatever she wants."
Laura paused for a moment, while Jenny rubbed his shoulder and had him sit on a chair. "You know, what she did is almost like statutory rape. I mean, given the age difference, the coercion, the whole situation. If she were a man, she could go to jail for something like this."
Jenny said "I think she SHOULD go to jail! What a monster!"
"No, really. She crossed a whole bunch of lines, today, and then all this blackmail stuff? God, she thinks she pretty much has him pinned down, now. But maybe that's just what we want her to think."
Jimmy was taken aback. "We do?"
"Yes! She thinks you're her tool now, but that's exactly how we're going to stop her!"
Jenny clutched his shoulders more tightly. "What do you mean?"
"We have to beat her at her own game! That's the only way to deal with a bully like her, don't you see? Even if Jimmy gets out of this situation somehow, he'll live in fear of her gossiping about his private business all over town! This isn't just about what she did to me anymore. She brought Jimmy into her little war, and that's where I draw the line. I know just how to put an end to this 'Miss Elizabeth' nonsense once and for all!"
Jimmy's voice somehow became a squeak. "You, you mean I tell her I won't do it?"
"No -- you tell her you WILL do it!"
Jenny and Jimmy both blinked at Laura in astonishment.
"You have to go in there tomorrow and wear all that stuff, just like she told you. Even the lipstick -- especially the lipstick. Go in and pretend like you're into it. You know, having another 'lesson' in a private room somewhere. I promise you that's exactly where she'll take you. She doesn't want to expose you -- not yet anyway."
Jenny hugged Jimmy from behind as she asked, "You WANT him to go get attacked again?" Her hands ran along the cups of his bra as she embraced him, and she gave him a questioning look.
"No, of course not. I want him to make her THINK she can attack him again. Or threaten him. Or something like that. But then we catch it on Mom's tape recorder! We'll put it in his gym bag and have the microphone poking out. All you have to do, Jimmy, is play along until she tells you to do something wrong. Then say you won't do it and wait for her to threaten you. But she has to say it out loud, okay? We have to get her to say it loud and clear, which for her shouldn't be a problem. Then you just grab your gym bag and run outside where we'll be waiting!"
"But you really have to play along or she'll get suspicious. You have to come dressed up in her leotard and whatever else she said. Just be normal and don't say much -- let her do the talking and go along with anything she says. The more you get her talking, the better. Let her think you're scared of her and she'll fall right into our trap."
"I won't have to pretend. I AM scared of her!" Jimmy gulped.
"I know, but that's okay. That's good. Just keep her talking. The minute she says something incriminating, you get out of there and I'll deal with her myself. But it's got to be something good. Not just 'you are a naughty student', but something where she threatens you if you don't do what she says."
Jimmy was pale. "Are you sure this is going to work?"
"Trust me, Jaybird, this is the ONLY thing that's going to work. Once we have that tape, we can tell her that she'll be arrested and hauled off to jail if she even THINKS about messing with you, me or anyone else in this family ever again!"
Jenny squeezed him and kissed his neck. "My god, Jimmy, can you do this?" He could feel her fingers tracing the seams of his bra cups through his t-shirt.
"I, uh, I guess I can try. I just, well, I need to bring that, um, girdle thing then. Should we tell your mom?"
Laura's eyes widened. "No way! She would never allow something like this. She, well, she just doesn't understand. But I bet you're thinking she's going to get it back from you. Don't worry. If Mom wants her girdle back tonight, I'll get it back to you in the morning. She'll never know the difference. So it's the girdle, tights, and leotard? Is that all?"
Some pink returned to his face. "Uh, well, I was wearing some uh, panties underneath. But I don't think she saw them."
"Nope, you better wear panties too, then. If she should somehow ask about them or find out you're wearing panties, then that'll make it all the more convincing. We just have to make sure they're really cute."
"I can take care of that!" Jenny interjected. She rubbed against the front of his bra, massaging playfully.
"And we'll do your lipstick just before you head over there. God, are you wearing a bra again?"
Jimmy jolted. "You mean after school? Like, AT our school?"
"Of course, Jimmy! If we did it right in front of the ballet school, she might see us!"
Jenny shifted to his side, still hugging him. "Don't worry, we'll do it somewhere private and you'll just have to walk across a few parking lots. Nobody will notice. It's just pink, it's not like it's dark red." As Jenny kissed him, Laura's hand flashed over to pull his t-shirt up just long enough to see the bra.
"Oh, this is the bra from earlier, right? Good lord, you two. Jenny, stop groping your boyfriend in the kitchen!"
Jimmy and the girls laughed and then spent a few more minutes going over the details again as they finished cleaning up. Mrs. Dale was pleasantly surprised when she walked in moments later to refill her glass. "My goodness, you've all been so helpful tonight! Jimmy, you're being a good influence again!" She put her glass down and gave him a pat on the back. "Oh dear, are you stuck wearing a bra again? Jenny, it's not even bedtime yet! Hasn't this poor boy been through enough today?"
"Mom, I..."
"It's okay, Mrs. Dale. This is the bra she gave me earlier, when she was going to help me see what it was like to be a ballerina."
Mrs. Dale kept her hand on the bra clasp at his back. "Are you sure? Do you want me to help you out of it now? I'll be glad to take it off for you, unless you want to let Jenny play dress-up some more. There's still time before bed, especially with all the help you've given tonight."
Jenny jumped up. "Oh yes! Please, Jimmy, Mom says it's okay! Let me please dress you up in my ballet stuff! At least just a little? Please? After all this drama, can't we play just a little?" She gave him a peck on the lips, which brought a deep blush to his cheeks since Mrs. Dale was still standing by him.
"Yes, Jenny, let's do that." His tingles returned with a vengeance as Jenny grabbed him by the hand and pulled him urgently up the stairs towards her bedroom, with a cheerful Laura following behind.
Jimmy was almost dazed by the barrage of tingles attacking him all over his body. He and Laura sat on the bed as Jenny pulled out a typical long-sleeved pink leotard and a clean pair of tights from his suitcase -- which was still holding her dancewear so he'd have an empty drawer to use in her dresser. She decided on a pair of white panties with lacy trim that would go along with his bra well enough. And then she dispatched Laura to get a ballet skirt from her room.
"I know I was going to try to figure out a ballet chicken costume, but this might be my only chance to dress you up like this, and so I'm putting you in my favorite stuff tonight. I hope you don't mind." She kissed his cheek and smiled warmly at him.
"I don't mind at all, Jenny. I, er, I like this stuff." He was madly in love with her and almost trembled as her lips touched him again.
"Okay, Jimmy -- you take off your boy clothes and put on your panties and tights. And hurry up! I think Laura's going to play, too!" Laura poked her head back in the room to ask Jenny about different skirt options. "Come on, Laura, let's both get dressed in your room, and then we can talk about skirts!" Jenny dashed out of the room, giggling. Laura smiled broadly at him.
"You think you can get those girly little panties and pink pantyhose on by yourself? I can give you a hand, if you want..." Her head cocked to one side as her beautiful hair cascaded over one shoulder.
"I think I can do it. I can try, at least." He was completely pink in the face at this point. Laura waved and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
Jimmy took a moment to breath, and then stood up and took off everything except Jenny's bra. Without hesitation, he pulled on the white panties and did his best to stretch them over his full erection. Ignoring that little problem, he pulled on her pink ballet tights, enjoying the slight scent of perfume that seemed to permeate all of Jenny's clothing. He took his time, especially in getting the panty portion seated properly over his hips. The tight nylon helped mask his excitement, but only slightly. His body reacted to the tights every time like it was the first.
He decided to plunge ahead into the leotard as well, even though the girls were still away. Anything to hide what was happening below his waist. He gathered it up and pulled it on like a pair of panties, then slowly and carefully wriggled and wormed his arms into the long pink sleeves. A fair amount of lace from the bra cups peeked out over the neckline, so he did his best to stretch it higher. As he heard the girls approaching, however, he was aghast at the obviousness of his physical excitement. In a panic, he sat down and put a pillow on his lap, the way Laura had shown him the other day.
The girls walked in, both wearing similar pink leotards and tights. Jimmy was simply stunned by how beautiful they were. He wondered whether they'd all put on ballet shoes, but for the moment everyone was in their stocking feet, and he found that even more exciting for some reason.
"Oh, you've already put on your leo! How awesome to have a boyfriend who can figure out how to get into one of those!" Jenny was glowing with delight. "We brought a few different things to try. I don't really have a plan, here, I just wanted to see what you looked like. Stand up and let's see!" He was almost in pain from the strength of his erection, and hesitated, glancing briefly at Laura.
"Uh, Jenn, maybe you should put on some music." Jenn happily agreed and pranced over to her little stereo for a moment. Laura sidled up to him and gave him a knowing look. She bent over and whispered, "let me put this skirt on you real quick!" As he reluctantly stood, she grabbed the pillow and tossed it on the bed. She smirked at the sight of his bulge, plainly visible under the leotard. Just as Jenn turned around, light new age music drifting across the room, Laura had him turned away from Jenn and a wrap-around ballet skirt halfway around his waist.
Jenny ran over to help, and as Laura tied it off, Jenny adjusted it and pulled it higher on his waist. It was so short and sheer, it barely covered anything down there, but he was vaguely relieved to see that it did somehow camouflage his anatomy just barely. "This is just so pretty on you! I love wearing these -- I wish I could be dressed like this all the time!" Jenny put on another skirt, but Laura opted out.
"Oh Jimmy, how does it feel to finally be dressed up in a ballet costume? Are you sorry you didn't sign up for that little ballet recital now?" Her eyes gleamed at him.
"I, uh, well I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been wearing stuff like this." He picked up the hem of his skirt and played with the pink material.
After a pregnant pause, Laura asked "so what should we do? A ballet dance or something?"
"I don't know," Jenny said. "I don't really want to make this like school. I kind of just want to have fun and enjoy this. Maybe we could just hang around the house, watch TV or something?"
"Mom might not be into having us parade Jimmy around the house like that," Laura said. "I mean, she's letting us dress him up, but I don't think she wants us to push it. Somebody might see us through the window. And besides, I think you just want to sit under a blanket on the couch next to your boyfriend and play footsie!"
Jenny's face went bright pink as she laughed. "Well? Is that so bad? Can't I spend a little time with my wonderful boyfriend?" She put her arms around him and went in for a lingering kiss. He could feel her skirt brushing against his, and then her bust squeezed against him. More importantly, he felt a warm flush every time he heard her use the word "boyfriend".
Laura cocked her head again as she looked at them. "You know, we've got this nice music on. We could just stay here and play the ballet game..." She bit her lip and looked at her sister.
Jenny jumped slightly and turned around. "The what?"
"You know. The ballet game. Remember?" Laura picked a piece of lint off Jenny's shoulder. "Don't tell me you forgot."
"No, I didn't forget. I just, I just didn't think of it. I mean, maybe."
Jimmy asked "what's the ballet game?"
"Oh it's just this silly game we used to play a couple of years ago." Laura laughed. "We got so into this ballet stuff, and we made up a little game just for fun. It's no different from a hundred other silly games girls play when they get together. It's kind of a cross between ballet and spin the bottle."
Jenny's blush was vivid. Laura noticed this, "Or we could do something else. We could..."
"No! Let's do it! I want to." Jenny was taken with sudden enthusiasm.
"I'll start," said Laura. "I'm the leader now, and you both have to do whatever I say. If you do it right, then one of you gets to be the leader. If you do it wrong, then you have to tell us a secret. Ready?"
Jimmy was nervous, but glad for a chance to move around and hopefully shake off his erection. Jenny seemed quiet.
"Oh, and I should probably warn you, the stuff we made each other do was usually a little -- racy." Without pausing, Laura told them to start doing a waltz together. She watched them closely, and gave them numerous directions on exactly how to dance. "Hold your elbow up higher. Slow down a little. Closer. I want to see your toes touching when you step. Closer!" This went on for a couple of minutes, and by the end, Jenny and Jimmy were in a near embrace. Their movements pushed their hips together numerous times. Even with the skirt, Jimmy was convinced that Jenny and Laura could see his excitement pulsing away.
"Wow, guys! Great job! You both win! Now who wants to go next?" Laura went to close the bedroom door, quietly.
"Let Jimmy go next." Jenny rubbed his pink arm.
"Oh, no. I don't know what to do."
"Oh alright, I'll do it next. Let's see -- you and Laura have to twirl each other like disco dancers..." She went on to have Laura hold one hand up with Jimmy hold it, so she could spin. He wasn't really tall enough to do this, so they kept bumping into each other and laughing. Then Jenny had him hold Laura in a dip. They fell, him on top her her, almost immediately, and he could feel his body sliding against her silky thigh. Against his will, his own legs clamped onto her for a split second, before he jumped up.
"No, you have to try again! Don't let her fall, silly! Get your balance and hold her closer, there, like that!" They held the pose for a moment, and Jenny issued her final instruction. "Now you have to kiss her!"
Jimmy was shocked. "Uh, is this what you guys used to do when you played this game before?"
"Oh, we did some crazy stuff, Jaybird." Laura giggled as she nestled against him. "Come on and kiss me -- I won't bite! Jenny and I have kissed hundreds of times!"
Jimmy gave her a quick peck on the lips and then hoisted her back up.
Jenny complained, "Hey, no fair! First you drop her and then you cheat on the kissing? Come on, Laura, show him what to do."
They reversed roles. Laura lifted Jimmy's hand high, and he tried to spin. He laughed and tripped a few times, but soon got the hang of it. Then, abruptly, Laura pulled his arm around and expertly spun him down into a dip with perfect grace. She looked straight into his eyes, smiled, and gave him a full lipped kiss that seemed to go on for half a minute. She punctuated it with one quick peck, and lifted him back up, laughing.
"Now see? That's what you were supposed to do, Jimmy! So now it goes back to Laura, because you have to do better than that." Jenny gave him a quick hug and a pat on the bottom.
"See, Jimmy, we came up with games like this to embarrass each other, play with hormones, you know. Typical teen girls." Jimmy managed a slight nod, but was rather shocked by this statement. He had no idea girls felt as stricken by puberty as boys.
Laura hummed and squinted at them, trying to think of another suitable task. "How bout one of our old favorites -- you have to put bras and panties on each other, blindfolded!" Jenny was immediately delighted and ran to her dresser to grab some undergarments. Laura tied a scarf around Jimmy's head to cover his eyes, saying "don't worry, Jimmy, this will be on top of your leotards!" When she finished tying another scarf on Jenny, they got started.
"Jimmy, let's do bras first. Let me get this one on -- hold out your arms." He did so, and bumped straight into Jenny's bust, eliciting shrieks of laughter. She managed to loop the straps onto his arms, slide it into place, and strap it tightly around his chest. She even reached around from behind to smooth out the cups, while Laura did a wolf-whistle. "Now do me!"
Jimmy knew a little something about bras, having worn them the past few days, but it was still very difficult without being able to see. He got the straps onto her arms and pulled it tight around her, but she told him the band was too high and was running right over her breasts. So he gingerly pulled it lower and had to feel his way a bit, touching her leotard a number of times, eliciting shrieks of laughter from both of the girls. But when it came time to close the clasp at her back, he couldn't do it. He still didn't know how these clasps really worked, and after struggling for a few minutes he allowed Laura to help him get it done.
Getting Jenny into a pair of panties was much easier, and afforded him the chance to run his hands up her soft legs, feeling her warmth. His body ached with excitement. When Jenny started pulling panties up his own pink legs, he felt a dangerous surge of tingles coming on. She groped his rear laughingly as she pulled the panties up snugly under his skirt. He was deeply grateful for the fact that she was blindfolded, and he shuddered at the thought of what Laura must be seeing.
When they were finished, Laura had them kiss before taking off their blindfolds and extra lingerie. Jenny's tongue played along his lips, and again he wondered what Laura must be seeing. He asked for help in getting his extra bra off, which Jenny was all too happy to do. He was about to offer to unsnap hers, but she expertly popped the clasp herself. Seeing her take off a bra, even on top of other clothes, made Jimmy dizzy with tingles.
"Now Jimmy, you're not trying hard enough. You couldn't get her bra on, so you lose. Jenny, it's your turn again!"
Jenny jumped up and down. "Okay, freeze dance!" For this game, Jimmy and Laura were guided through an abstract dance, but had to stop and hold their position whenever Jenny said "freeze!"
She had them kneel down and pretend to be flowers, petals blowing in the breeze. She even kissed them both, saying she was the bee looking for their pollen. Then she had Laura stand like a tree while Jimmy pretended to be a vine growing up her legs. "Freeze!" She giggled as Jimmy waited, clutching loosely to Laura's thigh. He could feel his waist sliding slightly against her nylon legs as they breathed. Then she had Laura be a jellyfish, wrapping her tentacle arms around Jimmy's waist, and stay frozen with her face inches from his ballet skirt, and what lay beneath.
Finally she had Jimmy roll around like a log while Laura jumped over him. When Jenny yelled "freeze" in mid jump, Laura just fell belly down on him, straddling him playfully with her legs. They had to remain motionless, but Jimmy pulsed beneath her. His penis had a will of its own and pushed vigorously into Laura's hips. She was quite aware of this, as her eyes widened a little and she broke a smile.
"Gravity! You are getting heavier and heavier!" Jenny pushed down on her sister's body, eliciting more giggles. Then she sat lightly on top, straddling Laura, who quaked with laughter.
Jimmy was out of his mind trying to hold himself together, but it was a losing battle. He was pinned down, wearing the sexiest things he could imagine, with two beautiful girls on top of him. He had been kissing and touching all evening, and could smell their sweet perfume and the scent of Laura's chewing gum wash over him. And now that she kept laughing and shifting under Jenny's weight, rubbing her thighs unintentionally back and forth over his -- he was dangerously close to an eruption.
"Wait! I'll go get the bean bag!" Jenny raced out of the room, and Laura took the opportunity to lift her body off Jimmy. He tried to straighten up, but became stunned when he looked down between their bodies and saw nothing but stretchy pink nylon -- with the front of his skirt twitching as if asking for the horseplay to resume. He looked up at her and caught her eye just as she swooped in to peck him on the lips. "You're sweet. But I have to wonder if there's still a boy down here..." She sat up on his thighs, and after a quick glance at the door she looked at him up and down. "Yes, there is definitely a boy down here under this little skirt! But I have a feeling Jenn's going to make you wear something girlie tonight!"
She playfully flounced his skirt around his waist. The sheer material was barely touching him, but it sent lightning bolts of tingles through his body. "Our guest still has no pajamas, so he's going to have to wear beautiful things to bed again tonight! Does he mind wearing pink pantyhose? Such cute pink panty tights for a ballerina? Poor boy has to wear girls tights! But they make his buns look sooo cute!" She bent over to give him a peck on the nose. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't do this to you, but it's so *easy*!"
With a grunt she launched herself off of his legs. He was dazed and in agony from intense, prolonged arousal, and continued to lay prone on the floor though instinct told him to sit up. "Jeez, Jimmy, you better use that pillow trick again before Jenny gets back!"
His orgasm came swiftly and without warning the moment the pillow landed on his hips. Having tossed it over, Laura was now straightening out her hair in one of the mirrors. He curled up on his side, turning away from Laura and the door, feeling intense embarrassment along with his climax. Daring not to move or even look, he tried to focus his mind on baseball. To his surprise, the shudders within his panties ended early, though it probably had more to do with the halt in direct stimulation than with sports statistics. It was over in a brief moment. The gods *were* merciful, sometimes.
Seizing the lull, Jimmy rolled over onto hands and knees and stood up, trying to lean forward and allow his anatomy to take shelter within whatever folds and drapes his sheer little skirt would provide. His face was awash in pink. Laura did not notice -- she seemed preoccupied with the mirror -- but did comment "I swear, Jimmy, I see horny boys all the time, but never anyone as *perpetual* as you. I think you're going to make my sister very happy one day. Just don't tell her I said that -- hey, where you going?"
Jimmy was slinking toward the door and muttered a reply without stopping, "have to go to the bathroom." He couldn't feel much wetness yet, but kept his body turned slightly away from Laura just in case. He also gave the hem of his skirt a tug, smoothing it down and then fluffing it in front. His tingles jumped as he neared the door, however. His own body now seemed to expect surprises whenever he walked out into that hallway, and that was hammered home vigorously when he ran into Jenny with a white bean bag clutched at her waist.
"Where are you *going*, Jaybird? We're not finished with the game yet!"
"Just need to go to the bathroom..." His blush turned a darker pink as he dashed for the cover of the bathroom door. Somehow he maintained enough control to avoid slamming it. He turned on the fan, locked the door, and finally felt some relief from his sense of impending doom.
He was totally committed to being honest with Jenny now, but that just didn't apply to surprise orgasms. Up came the front of his skirt -- thank the gods there was no stain visible! Not yet, anyway. Hastily, he pulled off the skirt and wriggled the leotard down off his chest and hips. He meant for it to drop to the floor, but the material was so stretchy that it clung to his thighs in a bunch. Still no stain! Gingerly, he pulled the waistband of his tights out then down. The white panties seemed to have held it in. The nylon material was opaque, if thin, and did not have lace over the part that held his still-erect anatomy in place. When he peeled them down, he was relieved to see that the size of the spill was relatively small. The panties were stained for sure, but after vigorously applying wads of toilet paper Jimmy could not really tell where the accident happened.
He took a few more moments to use the toilet, clean himself up, and carefully reapply his ballerina outfit. His penis had shrunk back almost to normal size, and he did what he could to tuck things down and out of sight. His heart rate was still high, but on the outside things looked normal. He chuckled at the thought of looking "normal" while dressed in such insane clothing.
When Jimmy returned to Jenny's bedroom, he found Jenny lying face down on the bed, reading a book. Laura had left. He paused for a moment to stare in amazement at Jenny's curves, and the way her feet played with each other. She was stunning. Her tiny ballet skirt had bunched up over her hips, leaving her pink rear exposed, and he could see one white bra strap peeking out from under the scoop-neck of her leotard. He marveled at the thought that she could walk around like that -- essentially wearing a pair of panties -- and yet still be shy about being seen in her underwear. A leotard, or a bikini for that matter, was modest enough for public display, but the moment a touch of lace came into the picture it had to stay hidden, secret.
"Oh! I didn't hear you come in! Mom said we had to stop messing around and do some studying now. Want to break out your books and come sit with me? Please please don't change out of your ballerina clothes, okay? Just stay the way you are and come over here..."
Jimmy could think of absolutely nothing he'd rather do.