Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Sept 11, 2013 15:21:47 GMT -8
One Sheep
Two Sheep
Three Sheep
Oh?
It had been an uphill battle all the way, but after much pain and suffering he was finally presentable as a busty young woman at the start of the prime of her sex appeal. If he could have taken a deep breath before entering he would have, but the tape on his chest that gave the impression of cleavage seemed to have fa funny way of preventing that. The strapping young lad had been plucked, primped, and sadistically waxed into a rather good female impersonator. The boy forced himself into a pale green bikini from the lost and found, the straps tying back around his neck securely. He had even spent an agonizing ten minutes on a school computer studying how to preform the fabled 'tuck' to make it look right down below. It was all horribly uncomfortable, but over and over in his mind he chanted 'Bag for Mummy. Bag for Mummy.' like a prayer, and that kept his feet moving.
He stood by the door to the woman's changing room awkwardly, unsure as to what he should be doing. What did women do when they stood idly? Nervously he played with the straps of the swimsuit and fiddled with his hair, feeling rather silly standing there all alone. What had he been thinking?! No one would be able to tell that he was supposed to be a woman, they would all just see some random male teenager in a bikini and...
The Kiwi started to fret, a trembling at the tips of his toes as he started to clasp and unclasp his hands mechanically. He never really worried about making a fool of himself but this was something completely different. Maybe he had been just the slightest bit hasty in accepting it, if he was caught by a school official then they might revoke his scholarship for...well...there was a whole list to choose from now wasn't there. It was better to shove it to the back of his mind for now. Mummy's bag, Mummy's bag, Mummy's bag.
Red Sheep
Blue Sheep
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep...
Two Sheep
Three Sheep
Oh?
It had been an uphill battle all the way, but after much pain and suffering he was finally presentable as a busty young woman at the start of the prime of her sex appeal. If he could have taken a deep breath before entering he would have, but the tape on his chest that gave the impression of cleavage seemed to have fa funny way of preventing that. The strapping young lad had been plucked, primped, and sadistically waxed into a rather good female impersonator. The boy forced himself into a pale green bikini from the lost and found, the straps tying back around his neck securely. He had even spent an agonizing ten minutes on a school computer studying how to preform the fabled 'tuck' to make it look right down below. It was all horribly uncomfortable, but over and over in his mind he chanted 'Bag for Mummy. Bag for Mummy.' like a prayer, and that kept his feet moving.
He stood by the door to the woman's changing room awkwardly, unsure as to what he should be doing. What did women do when they stood idly? Nervously he played with the straps of the swimsuit and fiddled with his hair, feeling rather silly standing there all alone. What had he been thinking?! No one would be able to tell that he was supposed to be a woman, they would all just see some random male teenager in a bikini and...
The Kiwi started to fret, a trembling at the tips of his toes as he started to clasp and unclasp his hands mechanically. He never really worried about making a fool of himself but this was something completely different. Maybe he had been just the slightest bit hasty in accepting it, if he was caught by a school official then they might revoke his scholarship for...well...there was a whole list to choose from now wasn't there. It was better to shove it to the back of his mind for now. Mummy's bag, Mummy's bag, Mummy's bag.
Red Sheep
Blue Sheep
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep...
