Timewarp
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Richard picked up the full-laced panties and slowly put them on. They tickled his thighs but did not seem so bad once they were in position. He decided to try the bra next. He remembered how his girl-friends used to put them on, never thinking he would one day be mimicking their actions. He fastened the straps and then moved the cups to the front before placing his breasts in them. He gasped as he did this, realising how captive this made him feel in his new role. The bra was white cotton with pink rosebud motifs, heavily-boned in the fashion of the day.
Although it felt strange and uncomfortable at first, Richard could not help but notice how well-accentuated was the shape of his breasts (he had started to think of them as HIS breasts). The stockings came next. Mrs Radley had chosen a pair of light tan silk stockings which Richard had to handle very delicately to avoid laddering. Again he tried to cast his mind back to visions of his ex- girlfriends dressing. Unfortunately, few of them had worn stockings so he had to improvise.
He fastened the suspenders and placed the straps through the panties. He tried just putting the stockings on as he would a pair of socks, but soon realised that would never work. An inner sense seemed to tell him to roll them to the end, place them on his toes and then roll them up his hairless legs. While doing this he felt a real thrill as the soft, cool material caressed the skin. He was actually enjoying the experience of dressing, as though the spirit of the girl whose body he had taken over was taking over his mind!
He handled the crisp, frothy petticoats with a mounting sense of excitement. He daintily stepped into the folds of taffeta and placed the prettily-laced material around his waist. The tickling sensation around his thighs, on the exposed flesh between the panties and the stockings, was truly delightful. He swayed his hips, as if to some unheard music and watched the swish of the petticoats around his shapely legs.
Finally, the dress. The cotton material felt quite stiff, and Richard held it up in front of him with a certain amount of trepidation. This felt like the final act, complete acquiescence in his new role. There would be no going back once he was completely and utterly dressed as Susan Radley... and yet he knew there was little choice. He could not parade around in his underwear and, in 1958, a girl in boy's clothes was unheard of. He would have to live out the role until he could "escape" back to the future, when things would be back to normal - if anything could be back to normal after an experience like this...
He unzipped the dress and then, gathering his petticoats around him, stepped into it's firm confines. He let the petticoats go, to flutter back to their original position and then placed his arms into the sleeves. Suddenly he realised - he could not reach behind to zip himself up. Fortunately, Mrs Radley walked into the cubicle at that moment and, seeing the dilemna her "daughter" was in, zipped the dress into place. A feeling of vulnerability and helplessness flooded over Richard at this point - being zipped into the confinements of the dress was a strange sensation... but not a particularly unpleasurable one.
The high heels came next. They were white court shoes, with a particularly high stiletto heel, which Richard felt sure would be impossible to walk in. He squeezed his tiny feet into the shoes and walked round the bed. He expected to totter, but the natural sway of his girlish hips and the loose way he was walking helped his balance enormously - the shoes felt quite natural to wear, although he had to take much daintier steps in them. He minced across to where Mrs Radley was standing, as if to say "How do I look?"
She smiled at the sight of her daughter, so prettily dressed and ready to face the world again. She produced a pink hair ribbon from her bag, tied Richard's hair into a cute pony-tail and then placed the merest hint of blusher on his cheeks and lipstick on his lips. She then gently led Richard towards the mirror in Matron's adjoining office. The effect of seeing the reflection of a very pretty, feminine young girl staring back from the mirror was too much for Richard. He felt more trapped than ever in this strange body and felt more than ever that the girlish emotions which would be so much a part of that body were beginning to take over.
His breath began to quicken and his heart was fluttering. He felt his little hands involuntarily clasp over his rising breast and his knees begin to go weak. Before he really knew what was happening to him he had fainted.
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