From impala@erols.com Sat Apr 05 08:42:32 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!feed1.news.erols.com!news From: "Impala" <impala@erols.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: REPOST THE RELUCANT CHEERLEADER Date: 5 Apr 1997 13:42:32 GMT Organization: Erol's Internet Services Lines: 1084 Message-ID: <01bc41c7$d17f27c0$1d0960cf@impala.erols.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: lxp-as1s29.erols.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_01BC419D.E8A91FC0" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Received-On: 5 Apr 1997 13:42:32 GMT X-Newsreader: Microsoft Internet News 4.70.1155 This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_01BC419D.E8A91FC0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable ------=_NextPart_000_01BC419D.E8A91FC0 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="reccheer.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Description: reccheer.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="reccheer.txt" 7:26 PM 4/18/96From ???@??? Tue Apr 09 03:30:14 1996 X-State: 3 X-Total-length: 16950 X-Article #: 1963 Message-ID: <033334Z09041996@anon.penet.fi> Message-ID: <033334Z09041996@anon.penet.fi> Path: = news-e2c.gnn.com!news-e2a.gnn.com!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eune= t.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg From: an472149@anon.penet.fi (Toms Party) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an472149@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 9 Apr 1996 03:30:14 UTC Subject: Re-post Reluctant Cheer 1/2 Lines: 229 Reluctant Cheer 1/2 Warning, the following fiction portrays events that may be considered as offensive. The characters and organisations within are fictional and = any resemblance to any person whatsoever, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental. Written on behalf of Toms Party. All comments and constructive criticisms welcomed. Read your fantasy written by = another? post us a brief description of the scenario and if possible we will post = our version. Toms Party is a collective of non professional writers. When Philip bad mouthed the purity of the girls in his school he didn't consider the repercussions that would follow. Forced to volunteer as a cheerleader by an angry mob of school girls, made to dress the part and subjected to a terrifying day of humiliation. Philip Drew and Craig Wilson scanned the school notice board with = interest. 'Yes, yes, yes,' cried Craig, 'I'm in.' 'What about me,' Philip asked selfishly ignoring his friends obvious jubilation.' They both = scrutinised the list for some minutes. 'Who would pick you?' Craig asked 'You = haven't the stature for an American Footballer, your too feeble.' Philip = grumbled a reply, unheard by Craig. He was right of course, but nevertheless the truth hurt. Compared to Craig, Philip had a petite frame with long = slender arms and willowy legs. Philip shuffled his feet in annoyance. 'I never warmed to this new games teacher. He may be a temporary relief on = secondment from the states but I don't like him.' 'That explains the new American football team he's setting up. It's a great idea. I like good old = British Soccer but I've always fancied the American game and avidly watched the Superbowl on satellite.' Said Craig. Philip frowned, 'It would have = been fun but its a slow game for dim witted hunks. All brawn and muscle,' = Philip suggested. 'I think I prefer soccer.' 'Hold on,' Craig said, 'I think = I'm developing a strong taste in my mouth. Oh! yes, sour grapes.' Philip = tried to look innocent, 'not at all, I just think all this effort is a bit wasteful since the team will be disbanded next year when we get an = English games teacher.' 'Who cares its fun,' said Craig, shrugging his = shoulders. Another notice caught Philip's attention just as they where about to = move on. 'I don't believe it', he cried. 'Take a look at this,' Philip said, pointing to a large pink coloured piece of A3, 'don't you think this = yank thing is getting out of hand.' Craig followed his friends outstretched finger. "Cheerleaders Wanted" read the poster. 'Yes, great isn't it. He wants to recruit some American style cheerleaders to support the team. = The team I'm in,' he said proudly. Philip studied the poster with = particular interest. "Volunteers required for audition. Meet Main Hall, Wednesday, Apply Below." 'That's tomorrow,' Philip said, as he looked down at = the growing list of names. 'Well, well, any fool can see why this bunch of = tarts want to cheer the team on. Just look at the motley crew, they are = nothing more than common street girls and I bet they will be doing more than = using their mouths to shout for the team. Slappers, common sluts' he uttered under his breath. 'Hold on,' Craig said, 'aren't you jumping to = conclusions here. Surely not all the girls are as you say, tarts. You can't tar them = all with the same brush.' Craig flicked through the lined paper pinned on = the board under the notice to see if he recognised any of the names. Craig = did and stopped smiling. 'I should ask you to retract that defamatory = statement. My girlfriend Tracy has put her name down,' he said tapping her scrawled signature in the line of young hopefuls. 'Well,' Philip murmured, 'need = I say more, I don't know Tracy as well as the rest of the school but she's = not considered totally pure is she? I know many a lad who's been with her = behind the bike sheds.' Craig was a long standing friend of Philip's but he = wanted to hit him and hit him hard. 'That's not fair Tracy is a nice girl. All these on the list are okay with me.' He took another close look and = then laughed. 'I certainly don't see your young lady on the list.' 'I should think not,' Philip said. 'Jane would not go in for such blatant exhibitionism and she certainly wouldn't sleep around.' 'I can't = believe you're saying these things but if you want to be spiteful, have you considered Jane would not pass the initial audition? She's not exactly = an oil painting is she? I can't imagine Jane doing a guest appearance on Baywatch, can you?' Philip knew she was no babe but he choose not to = reply. Jane had been his childhood sweetheart and they intended to marry. She = was the studious type, glasses, freckles, always wore her hair tied up in bunches. She was not particularly popular with the other girls being considered a swot and teachers pet. 'Are you sure you're not jealous. = Want to be part of the mans game. Turned down for the soccer team too. I = heard it was because you where a bit of a pansy. The teacher was afraid you would give the school a bad reputation. More muscle on a girl someone said. = You say you like the game but I'm not so sure you just haven't the stamina = to last the course.' In the refectory over lunch, Philip talked to Jane and slated the game, cheerleaders, their virginity and intelligence. 'It doesn't take much to wear a short skirt and jump up and down shaking a pom pom, now does it? = They will probably work their way round the team by half time. Make-up and = boys that's all a girl that wants to be a cheerleader considers. No wonder = they get such poor grades. They will never make it to University, will they?' He talked loudly and overheard by many of the girls. As the afternoon = bell rang he had unwittingly built up a considerable hate following. =20 Craig met up with Tracy at tea break in the refectory, he mentioned what Philip had intimated and she was furious. 'That's about the last = straw,' she said. 'All I've heard today is Philip slagging us girls off. He = has been so rude. None of it is justifiable. If you ask me he's got a = problem.' Craig laughed, 'don't be so hard on him, I think he's just jealous.' =20 'You're probably right,' she said, 'but jealous of what.' Craig looked puzzled. 'I've met his type before he's not jealous of you and your = football team, he's envious of us girls. Just look at him and consider what he'd = look better in.' Craig, looked thoughtful and pondered what she had said. 'An American football shirt, shorts' and boots' or twirling, pleated mini = skirt and a tight T-shirt.' Craig laughed, 'I hadn't thought of it like = that.' 'I think you'd better give it some consideration as I have an idea that will teach Philip a lesson.' She smirked, 'but I'll need you help', she = said leaning towards Craig. 'Here's my plan.' Philip met Craig as he requested the following morning during break in = the corridor of C block that led towards the main hall. 'What's up,' he remarked cheerfully, 'found anymore slags.' Craig ignored his comment = and asked him to follow him. 'I have a surprise for you,' he said. He = wasn't joking either as when they walked into classroom C35 Philip blinked when = he saw six girls all whom he recognised from the notice board. He smiled in acknowledgement and turned to Craig but he had gone. 'What's up girls,' Philip said. Sharon spoke first, 'We have a bone to pick with you.' = 'That's right,' Craig's Tracy said acting as spokeswoman. 'I believe you've been = bad mouthing us girls and we want to know why.' She moved so she stood toe = to toe with him and looked down at him aggressively. 'What have you to say = for yourself, Philip' The girls lounging on the wooden tables stood up and = moved menacingly towards him. 'You must be mistaken, have you confused me = with someone else?' Philip said, rather sheepishly. 'Don't try to wriggle out = of it you're as guilty as sin we have too many witnesses to prove you otherwise. You're a liar Philip Drew, we know what malicious gossip = you've been spreading. Maybe you'd like to explain why.' He tried to think of = a good reason but simply stuttered. 'A little bird told me it was because you're jealous. Is that true? What is it about us you like? Why are you acting strange. What ever the reason you deserve to be taught a lesson. = A lesson that doesn't involve notebook and pen,' Tracy said. 'We are to = become teachers and you the pupil - a pretty girl pupil.' Philip looked uncomfortable 'Jealous? Maybe, but I didn't do any harm,' he said apologetically, 'I never hurt anyone.' 'We found it hurtful and now = it's time you're taught a lesson you will not forget.' Philip looked for a = quick escape and for the first time noticed his Jane stripped and restrained = by two other girls. 'What have you been saying about them,' said Jane, = 'they're furious with you. Please do as they say they're hurting me.' One of the other girls shoved a piece of paper in front of his face and he = immediately recognised it as a photocopy from the notice board the following = morning. 'Look at the last girls name,' Tracy asked mockingly. 'I think you may = know her.' Philip did as requested. 'Philippa Drew,' he said aloud. He recognised the name but didn't get their gist. 'I'm sorry,' he said, 'I don't know this girl, is she a friend of yours?' They all laughed. 'We = know of her but are as yet undecided as to whether she's a friend or not.' = Tracy said. 'She's a young hopeful for the cheerleaders. Probably a bit of a slapper, perhaps a bimbo, just like the rest of us,' said Sharon. The = girls all laughed. 'What do you think?' Philip looked at his feet hoping to = avoid their gaze. 'For a supposedly bright boy you are remarkably stupid sometimes,' said Tracy 'I don't understand,' he stammered. Tracy = laughed. 'You will when you've swapped clothes with little Janey.' Philip bolted = for the door but they quickly blocked his pathway. 'Not so fast, little = Miss Philippa, we have plenty to do and we don't want you to skip the = audition.' 'Audition,' he questioned. 'What audition?'. 'Oh!, didn't I explain once dressed as a common slut you're to attempt to join the school = cheerleader's team with the rest of us girls. You only have yourself to blame. Oh! by = the way the same little bird told me that in your heart of hearts you quite fancy the idea of wearing a skirt.' 'I. . . I can't,' Philip cried, = tears flowing down his cheeks. 'Oh you can for us. Now strip you sissy = pervert. Off with your trousers and shirt. Do it now. We are not joking and if = you don't undress voluntarily we will use force.' Tracy sneered and the = girls advanced on him in a menacing fashion. He looked at Jane who was = sobbing almost hysterically. 'Please do as they say Philip I'm freezing.' = Philip paused for a moment considering his options. If it was not for his Jane naked held down by those two girls he would have protested more strongly = but fearing for her safety he had no choice. Philip looked terrified but rather than struggle he slowly began to take off his blazer. The girls relaxed slightly and sat down on the wooden chairs in anticipation of = the show. The girls laughed as he undressed and he soon stood before them in only his briefs. Tracy stared at his naked form, 'If it was up to me I would never let you be a boy again,' Tracy said with a degree of = sympathy. One of the girls gathered Jane's clothes off the table and switched them with his pile. 'Don't be bashful, I want to see you both wearing each others underwear too,' she teased. Philip took a deep breath and simultaneously they both stepped out of their undies. As they teased = Philip about the size of his diminutive manhood the girls giggled with laughter filling the classroom which drifted down the corridor. Sharon took = Philip's briefs and Jane's panties and handed them both a pair. Holding the = delicate panties Philip bent down with his back to the girls to step into Jane's white coloured, hi-waisted stretch fabric and lace panties. As he put = both feet into the silken fabric, Tracy stepped on the lacy waist band and as = he tried to pull them up his legs, he stumbled forward into some chairs. 'Clumsy, sissy wimp,' she taunted. Blushing he slid them up his legs = until they where tightly in his crutch. 'What are we going to do for boops?' Sharon asked. 'Any one got any apples for lunch.' Two firm Golden Delicious apples where produced and Sharon handed him Jane's bra which = he struggled to get it on. 'No, no, madam,' she insisted, imitating a = sales lady, 'let me do that for you,' and proceeded to do just that by lifting each apple as if they where bosoms into its own cup. 'There!' she crowed triumphantly. Just look how that lifts and separates. Amazing!,' Tracy blinked as she looked at her own chest, 'compared to us you look like a = big busted whore.' It was not warm in the classroom and Philip quickly = dressed amid their taunts of nancy and pancy. 'You look so pretty,' Tracy said, = 'I hope you can dance as pretty as you look then you'll be an obvious = choice at the audition.' Funny but he didn't feel quite so naked once he was = wearing Jane's skirt and blouse. The skirt was comfortable and the blouse soft = and comforting. 'You'll love the way the hem of your skirt feels as it = touches your panties and delicate white thighs, every time you brush your skirt = or cross your legs,' Tracy said with a teasing tone. He sat to pull on her = knee length embroidered socks and elegant black grosgrain slingbacks with 2" heel. Philip looked at Jane and she too looked quite a picture in his trousers and blazer. 'To be honest,' Tracy said 'now we girls can wear trousers to school. Jane doesn't look out of the ordinary. Quite = passable as a girl or a boy. But you,' she sighed, 'Oh! dear what can we do with = you little Philippa, neither a boy nor a girl. That said you do look quite beautiful. Now I strongly recommend you play along with this wheeze or = if it back fires you little sissy wimp will be the one who looks the more = stupid. Is that understood.' Philip raised his head, 'I guess so.' 'Now before = the audition I think a little make-up is in order just to accentuate those beautiful pert lips and high cheek bones.' 'Make-ups not allowed in = school, is it?' Philip asked. 'Maybe not, but rules are for the breaking = especially if you're a rebellious little tart like us. In any case the rule doesn't = say anything about boys wearing make-up now does it?' Philip remained silent whilst they busied themselves brushing his hair and applying a light foundation, eye shadow, blusher and lipstick. Beth called him hot lips = and gave him a compact for him to see his transformation. 'Its amazing,' he = said looking at the reflection that shone back at him. He did look just like = an attractive young girl. Perhaps a bit tarty but he did look very = feminine. Sharon searched in her purse and found a small bottle of perfume. = 'Pink,' she read out from the bottle a delicate fragrance of wild flowers = designed to bring out the woman in you. Perfect,' she said, as she splashed some behind his ears. He backed away and Tracy held him firmly as Sharon = dabbed some on the undersides of his wrists. 'Gorgeous,' she said breathing in = the strong fragrance, 'you smell just like a young girl.' The other girls watched in amazement as the 16 year old studious boy changed into a = tarty school girl before their eyes. Almost complete Tracy pulled from her = satchel a long blonde wig. 'I've seen my sister wearing this and I'm sure it = will suit you just dandy.' Philip was then pushed into a chair and the wig = placed firmly on his head from behind. It fitted perfectly. Tracy used a large bristle brush to comb it beautifully as the other watched. Then as if by habit Philip arranged the shiny, well-conditioned hair about his = shoulders. 'Stand up and show us all what a girl you've become,' Tracy commanded. = To be continued ... Toms Party (c) 1996 --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION**= * Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi ------=_NextPart_000_01BC419D.E8A91FC0 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="rcheer2.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Description: rcheer2.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="rcheer2.txt" >From ???@??? Tue Apr 09 03:30:42 1996 X-State: 3 X-Total-length: 25424 X-Article #: 1962 Message-ID: <033322Z09041996@anon.penet.fi> Message-ID: <033322Z09041996@anon.penet.fi> Path: = news-e2c.gnn.com!news-e2a.gnn.com!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eune= t.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg From: an472149@anon.penet.fi (Toms Party) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an472149@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 9 Apr 1996 03:30:42 UTC Subject: Re-post Reluctant Cheer 2/2 Lines: 403 Reluctant Cheer 2/2 Warning, the following fiction portrays events that may be considered as offensive. The characters and organisations within are fictional and = any resemblance to any person whatsoever, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental. Written on behalf of Toms Party. All comments and constructive criticisms welcomed. Read your fantasy written by = another? post us a brief description of the scenario and if possible we will post = our version. Toms Party is a collective of non professional writers. When Philip bad mouthed the purity of the girls in his school he = didn=3D92t consider the repercussions that would follow. Forced to volunteer as a cheerleader by an angry mob of school girls, made to dress the part and subjected to a terrifying day of humiliation. Philip rose nervously to the cheers and applause of the other girls who hooted and giggled in joy. =3D91It's amazing you look a stunner. All = the boys will be wanting to take you to the bike sheds, just like us tramps,=3D92 = she teased. We=3D92ve got competition.=3D92 Poor Jane who had been silent = for some while, stood agog in the corner as the girls surrounded her Philip, = closely examining his make-up and clothes. They praised bits they liked and = slapped the bits they disapproved of. With so many girls round him and so many wandering hands he went all a quiver as one hand became more adventurous than the rest. It slid up his left knee along the inside of his thigh stroking his smooth soft skin. Philip didn=3D92t know who was the = wanderer=3D but he didn=3D92t care. He also knew he should object but the hand felt so = good=3D he couldn=3D92t bring himself to speak as he slowly rose to attention. = With so much arousal his panties inevitably threatened to burst at the seams as = his skirt rose between his legs in an unflattering bulge. =3D91We can=3D92t = have=3D that can we?=3D92 Tracy said, whispering in his ear. =3D91Sexually tense are = we? Need some relieve? Well, a girl like you would normally latch herself onto a strong man for some fun but today we will have to do.=3D92 The hand = moved forever downwards under his skirt and along his thigh until it found its = way into his lace panties. Once there the hand didn=3D92t remain idle as it rhythmically worked his pencil. =3D91I hope you remembering all this as = you=3D92=3D ll know doubt have to do like wise another day. According to most men = young and old we are just pretty play things put upon this planet for = men=3D92s pleasure and satisfaction.=3D92 She laughed as the hand fingered his=3D expanding tool and rolled his marbles with expert precession. Philip closed his painted eyes, moistened his lips and tasted his ruby red lipstick as he = felt more hands brushing his skirt aside and cool air blowing across his = crutch. He forgot all about time and in his excited state it didn=3D92t take = long=3D before Philip rewarded the hand that played with a dousing. The girls leapt = away and shrieked even louder. =3D91I hope you watched that,=3D92 Tracy = said=3D teasing Jane,=3D91 he obviously likes it. He likes to wear your pretty pleated = skirt=3D and be played with like a girl. Who=3D92s the slut now? dear Philip.=3D92 = Philip=3D bowed his head in shame as Jane gave him a disapproving look. =3D91For a loose = girl out for a good time your skirt is too long by far and as if on queue = Beth hitched his hem up a good three inches. Then with a handy staple gun she fastened the material in place. =3D91That=3D92s better, but you had = better watch your step or you=3D92ll display your frillies to anyone who happens to = be looking.=3D92 Philip looked down at his skirt clad hips. =3D91You = can=3D92t leave=3D my skirt like this it's too short. it's positively indecent the material finishes just below my crutch.=3D92 Philip felt under his skirt and how = the rough material hem stopped only just before his panties. =3D91I will = be=3D punished for blatant exhibitionism,=3D92 he said. =3D20 The girls chattered enthusiastically as the classroom door burst open = and in marched Miss Pringle. =3D91What=3D92s all the racket about,=3D92 she = said casting=3D a trained eye over the girls. =3D91I can=3D92t hear myself think walking = down this corridor.=3D92 =3D91Sorry miss we are rather excited,=3D92 Tracy said. = She=3D frowned, =3D91what=3D92s all this excitement in aid of then?=3D92 she asked. = =3D91We are=3D about to go to the cheerleader audition.=3D92 =3D91Well, what are you waiting for. = Get it=3D over with, your lessons can=3D92t wait for ever.=3D92 She stood by the open = door as=3D they all slipped past with Philip nervously taking up the rear, =3D91hurry = along girls,=3D92 she said as she tapped Philip lightly on the bottom. Once in = the corridor out of ear shot from Miss Pringle they tuned to Jane, = =3D91we=3D recommend you hide yourself in the library while were away,=3D92 Tracy said, = =3D91and=3D don=3D92t even think about telling anyone. Just remember who will look the most foolish. In any case you'd probably appreciate some reading time being = such a swot. The walk to the main hall with his skirt swinging was hideous as Philip realised the other boys where paying renewed interest in him. = Did they know what the girls where making him endure or did they fancy him? =3D91That=3D92s right,=3D92 Beth said, =3D91push up your breasts, swing = your hips=3D and take small steps - try saying to yourself with every step I am dainty, I am a pretty girl and you=3D92ll look so more convincing.=3D92 It didn=3D92t = help. He=3D felt awkward and conspicuous but once inside the hall where the auditions = where to take place he felt much more relaxed. Wearing a skirt wasn=3D92t so = bad as he=3D92d thought. Surrounded by the other girls he felt quite at ease = and he happily forgot his predicament. =3D91Consider this like a short = test,=3D92=3D Miss said. She was, if rumours where true a close friend of the American = Games teacher. By trade she was a choreographer and had worked with him = before in assembling a cheerleader team before. =3D91I want you to know I = appreciate you all coming along today.=3D92 She said. =3D91I wish I could take you all = but=3D time and space restricts me. I require as you are no doubt all aware only = ten girls. Ten of the best girls this school can offer. It's not going to be easy. I want beauties with brains and stamina.=3D92 The audition ran in = total about 45 minutes during which time she played some lively dance tunes = on a portable tape recorder. She got them to shout rah, rah, rah and shake pretend pom poms. She showed the group some simple movements than = watched them perform. Philip was among the best. To the other girls surprise he shook his bottom, waggled his hips and thrust forward his chest = beautifully in rhythm. She was not to know their little game and with little = personal knowledge of the girls she had no reason to expect that the dashing = Philippa was more than he appeared. After a demanding routine she called all the girls together and read out the ten names she had selected. Tracy was = the first name she called, followed by Sharon, Beth and Janet. Philip = hadn=3D92t heard of the other five but he didn=3D92t mistake his own alias as she = read=3D his out last. His mouth dropped. =3D91I don=3D92t believe it,=3D92 he said = aloud. He=3D didn=3D92t know whether to laugh or cry. Being selected for the team he naturally = felt quite proud but was it ethical. =3D91Please, Please, settle down,=3D92 = Miss=3D shouted above the hubbub. =3D91You where all excellent, I=3D92m just sorry I = couldn=3D92t=3D take you all. Those of you whom I didn=3D92t pick don=3D92t be down hearted I = will=3D know doubt be calling on some of you in the future. For those lucky chosen = ones the road you are about to embark will not be without considerable = effort.=3D92 They where all then dismissed but the chosen ten where asked to stay = behind for further instructions. Little did they know but word amongst those = who had left soon spread. Stunning Philippa was actually drab Philip. Quite understandable for feelings to run at fever pitch. If you were a pretty girl it must very insulting to be beaten in the beauty and femininity = stakes by a boy. =3D20 Philip was later than the others returning to class as he had to detour = via the library to meet up with Jane. She was as they left her sitting = quietly in the corner her head buried deep in a book about Shakespeare. = =3D91How did you get on,=3D92 she asked, =3D91are you okay? He answered all her = questions as they changed inside the girls' toilets. =3D91This is all very = well,=3D92 she=3D told Philip, =3D91but I have a bone to pick with you.=3D92 Philip looked at = Jane seriously, =3D91what=3D92s the problem.=3D92 From where I was standing = you looked=3D as if you where enjoying every minute of the experience in C35. I think = I=3D92ve=3D found something out about you that you have kept under wraps. I=3D92m not sure = if I can date a boy who wishes he was a girl. I like my men to be men.=3D92 = =3D Philip tried to explain but Jane remained unconvinced. The whole school soon = heard the tale about Philippa and how Miss Pringle choose him for her team. = She was, as you=3D92d perhaps expect, not amused and it only took a matter = of=3D hours for the truth behind Philips real identity to get round to Miss Pringle. = It was embarrassing for her as she had already announced to the staff of = her selection and had pinned the ten members on the school notice board. She didn=3D92t take to being ridiculed in front of the school and her = frustrations spilled out in the staff room. =3D91Couldn=3D92t you tell?,=3D92 Mr = Hutton the=3D Physics teacher asked. =3D91It's all very easy to say that now but I wonder = would you know the difference. He looked so convincing.=3D92 =3D91I don=3D92t = know what all=3D the fuss is about, but you shouldn=3D92t get mad get even,=3D92 Miss Copack = told her=3D and it was with those words ringing in her ears did she set about the truth. She was now a woman with a mission and she quickly learnt that it was = Jane who had exchanged clothes with Philip in order for him to participate in = the charade. She knew little else, nor did she care when she ordered Jane = and Philip to report to her office. Neither of them where given the chance = to explain. With full permission from the headmaster she told them that if = they wished to live out their fantasies she was not going to spoil their = plans. As for the rest of the day she instructed them to dress back into each others clothes and carry on with their lessons. Philip as Philippa and = Jane as . . . She didn=3D92t care what Jane choose to be called as it was = Philip that she wanted to punish. =3D91I don=3D92t care if you look stupid or = not she shouted you're to remain dressed as a girl for the rest of the day. = You=3D92re to always act like a girl who totally enjoys being as feminine as = possible at all times by wearing the most dainty and feminine cloths, lace, silk, satin and nylons. Only then at 3.30 PM will I decide whether to give = your place to another deserving girl or make you remain a cheerleader with = all the other girls. Of course it will depend on the reports I get of you = during your day as Philippa, boy pansy.=3D92 Gossip spread around the school = like a bush fire and the staff soon knew of her plans so none of them blinked = when he turned up for their lessons dressed in short gingham, blue pleated = skirt and white blouse. The rest of the girls in his year thought the whole episode was hilarious and taunted him mercilessly. For those involved = in his initial forced feminisation their caper was escalating beyond their wildest dreams. =3D20 Mrs Thearson the Domestic Science teacher showed him how to make a = cheese souffl=3DE9 for his first lesson of the day dressed as Philippa. He = knew her well. She was the mother of one of his best friends so he expected her = to be more understanding. He was wrong. His souffl=3DE9 didn=3D92t rise and = in=3D despair she made him crouch on his knees and lick the inside of his cooled = cooker with his tongue. Kneeling on the ground with his knees together he bent = at the waist and peered inside the oven. His extremely short skirt rose = even higher, exposing his pretty white panties. =3D91Good girl,=3D92 Miss = Thearson=3D said, as he licked slavishly with his tongue. =3D91I want every bit of = grease=3D removed before you go.=3D92 As he worked frantically with his tongue, bottom = high in the air she kicked him hard with a shiny black stiletto causing him to = bang his head inside the oven. =3D91You need to learn being a girl is more = than gyrating around a playing field in a pretty skirt.=3D92 With her foot = firmly=3D on his bottom she rubbed the end of a large wooden rolling pin between his = bum cheeks. Pausing near his entrance to exert extra pressure. = =3D91You're=3D pathetic aren=3D92t you?=3D92 Philip couldn=3D92t reply with his head deep in = the oven but=3D the class laughed as he twitched his bottom with discomfort as the rolling = pin probed his most intimate regions. =3D91Just because you know my son = does not mean you=3D92re to receive any preferential treatment from me my girl. I = have your best interest at heart and I want you to fit in with all the other girls. I have the utmost confidence in you and I want you to try your = best -do you understand. =3D91Yes Miss,=3D92 Philip said, with tears in his = eyes.=3D20 Next lesson, Miss Miley helped him with his figure work. She was renown = as an arrogant lady who hated sissy=3D92s therefore Philip dreaded her = class the most. Quite rightly so as she made him sit in the front row of the = class as he did the weeks multiple choice test with the rest of the class. = Philip signed his exam paper Philip but Miss Miley took great delight in adding = the extra =3D93pa=3D94 to his name. Philip was not slow when it came to = mental arithmetic but dressed as he was and with rubber bands being flicked in = his direction by the lads in his class, he felt his performance was below = par. When everyone finished they passed their papers to the person to their = right to mark. No one was sitting to Philips right or his left so Miss Miley marked his personally as she shouted out the answers. When it came to adding up the marks Miss Miley announced that Philippa had obviously = cheated as she had managed to obtain 94%. =3D91I hadn=3D92t cheated = honest,=3D92 Philip pleaded. Miss Miley smiled, =3D91but your only a dumb broad how possibly = can I expect you to achieve more than 45%. Your class mates have told me how = all young girls like yourself are stupid. All your brains in your panties aren=3D92t they?.=3D92 The class laughed and taunted him more as Miss = made him=3D step out to the front of the class and show us his figure. =3D91That=3D92s = right=3D little girl stand on this chair and undress for the class to see.=3D92 Miss = wasn=3D92t interest in his equations or his matrices. She wanted to see if the = rumours where true. Was he wearing bra and panties. =3D91Full marks,=3D92 she = said as=3D she inspected the now naked Philip as he stood on the pedestal for the class = to see. =3D91Your figure is a fine example of a girl, your parents must be = so=3D very proud.=3D92 She smirked, =3D91when is open day,=3D92 she asked? = =3D91Please,=3D please, you will not tell them about this will you.=3D92 =3D91Ah! That does = depend,=3D92 she=3D said. =3D91Depend on what,=3D92 he asked. =3D91I guess it relies on the = reports Miss=3D Pringle gets at the end of the day as to how you=3D92ve faired being a sissy = wimp.=3D92 =3D The class didn=3D92t stop laughing as he dressed back into his skirt, blouse = and socks. =3D91Do give Mr Bolt my regards,=3D92 she said, as they all left = his=3D class and made their way towards the woodwork studio. =3D20 Philip went to a modern English senior school that was proud of its activities. Apart from the usual curricular activities the boys had to participate in needlework and the girls had to do woodwork as well as = other activities normally reserved for a single sex. The pupils didn=3D92t = mind as long as it was in moderation but Philip felt decidedly uncomfortable standing by his lathe surrounded by sawdust in his flowing short skirt. = Mr Bolt was a pleasant teacher with a wicked sense of humour. =3D91What = should I call you,=3D92 he asked merrily, =3D91Philip or Philippa?=3D92 = =3D91It's not=3D funny,=3D92 Philip said. =3D91Maybe not for you but I=3D92m laughing,=3D92 Mr Bolt = said, with=3D a grin. Philip found himself sharing a lathe with Tracy and Sharon. = =3D91Your=3D task today is to make a toilet brush handle.=3D92 Smirks ran out amongst = the=3D class. =3D91You may laugh but what you are about to do today but it will = involve some of the most basic rudimentary skills of lathe work.=3D92 Philip enjoyed woodwork. His grandfather used to be a carpenter and he had once = considered it a career. But he knew like his past maths class his usual = performance was down. The taunts from the class had dwindled and now accustomed to = the feeling of airiness between his legs but he had an added distraction to = cope with. Both Tracy and Sharon apparently where jealous of Philips long = legs, pert bottom and slim hips. They hadn=3D92t noticed when he dressed for = the audition under duress but from the back of the maths class they where = able to admire his figure in all its glory. =3D91The bitch he=3D92s got a = figure that most girls would die for. The boyish figure look is all in. It was not = fair that they had larger hips and thunder thighs and well-endowed = bottoms.=3D92 Sharon had the idea and as Sir slipped out of view to help one of the = lads she pinned him over the lathe. They threatened to push his hair into = the revolving drive if he didn=3D92t remain motionless whilst Tracy gathered sawdust and shavings off the floor and stuffed handfuls of the Chippings into his pretty panties. The poor material strained in all directions as = she crammed handful after handful into his snowy white panties. By the time = Sir re-emerged Philip stood stiff and rigid. His hips had swollen by six = inches and his bottom looked every bit more womanly. With his large breasts he = had taken on a wondrous pear shape. With every movement his most intimate = parts were subjected to an intense exfoliation. Sawdust also seeped from the confines of his panties. This was the reason behind his pathetic attempt = at making a brush handle. The class laughed when Sir showed it to the = class gave it to him as a souvenir. =3D91I don=3D92t expect you to keep = this,=3D92 he=3D said =3D91but I do happen to know Miss Pringle, your next teacher is an = admirer of the long and unusual.=3D92 Miss Pringle was the girls Gym teacher and = she had=3D a bit of a reputation as being one for the ladies. The rumours where not proven but they where there all the same. Miss Pringle normally taught = the girls but she too was to play along with the schools punishment and he = had to participate with the other girls. It was his last lesson of the day = and he had just about as much as he could stand. Once in the changing rooms Miss Pringle quickly ushered him into the small cubicle that was her = private changing room and office. =3D91We can=3D92t have you changing in front = of the girls,=3D92 she said, you can use my office.=3D92 The other girls = giggled as=3D she shut the door behind her. =3D91I don=3D92t have any kit,=3D92 he = said=3D apologetically. He rummaged in his bag and produced the phallic looking toilet brush = handle. Mr Bolt asked me to give this to you. He said you would be able to put = it to good use.=3D92 Miss opened the door and told the girls who had now = almost finished changing into their kit to meet her outside and start there training. =3D91Start without me, I=3D92ll be along in a minute.=3D92 = With that she=3D shut the door and locked it. She held the piece of smooth wood in both hands = and advanced on Philip. =3D91Since seeing you this morning I had a notion = then=3D that our paths would cross in the not too distant future. Mr Bolt is so thoughtful he knows I have just the place for this,=3D92 she said in a = mocking tone. The other girls didn=3D92t hear the struggle as she pushed him to = the ground and forced him to his knees. =3D91I=3D92m going to teach you all = the=3D things a pretty girl like you wants from a boy and you=3D92re going to enjoy = every minute of it.=3D92 She handed him a wooden rounders bat covered in a = rubber sheath that smelt sweaty. =3D91You can=3D92t be a real girl if you = can=3D92t suck=3D and take it from behind and this will do so nicely,=3D92 she said, =3D91suck = this.=3D =3D92 Pointing the wooden shaft at Philip he gave it a tentative lick then = opened his mouth and she slowly inserted the bat into his warm opening. He = gagged so she backed it out and continued again, repeating the process = penetrating a little deeper with each attempt. When fully filled and unable to take anymore she instructed him on the use of relaxing his throat, using his tongue and how to best suck. When he had mastered that she told him to carry on while she tended to his other end. She laid him waist down = over a medicine ball until he balanced like a set of scales. =3D91Keep = sucking,=3D92=3D Miss told him as she found a tub of Vaseline from her first aid kit. = =3D91I=3D normally use this for chapped lips and sore thighs but it will do us = perfectly.=3D92 With his bottom proudly aloft she lifted his skirt and tore his panties down. He had momentarily forgotten about his full bottom and stuffed panties and they where both smothered in sawdust. =3D91What have we = here,=3D92=3D she said laughing and flipping his skirt onto his back she held him firmly = by the neck and brushed the chippings off. Then she smeared some = lubricating jelly over his bottom and gently massaged his entrance, pressing firmly until she had a finger inside. =3D91Please, please, no, no,=3D92 he = cried. =3D =3D91Just relax it won=3D92t hurt if you give in and be submissive just like a = girl.=3D92 =3D She withdrew her fingers and he relaxed until he felt the wooden carving = press firmly against his muscle. She slowly inserted his greased handiwork = into its warm home. =3D91I understand you don=3D92t want to wear anything but = the daintiest and most feminine lingerie?,=3D92 she said, as she slid the = wooden handle back and forth. =3D91You will learn to love being girlish and = dainty, I=3D92ll enjoy seeing you wiggling in your lingerie and walking all day = in high-heels, you=3D92ll look so pretty wiggling your breasts and swinging = your hips.=3D92 Philip tried to shout up but his mouth was stretched wide = and=3D filled with the rubber covered bat handle. =3D92You=3D92ll love putting on = nylon=3D stockings every morning and choosing matching panties and bra before coming to = school. Rocked back and forth, in and out eased the greased handle. She = continued to toy with Philip for about another ten minutes rocking him back and forth pivoting him on the medicine ball. She eventually left him sobbing on = the cold tiled floor and picking herself up from her knees she flung him a = gym skirt, knickers and T-shirt. =3D91Dress and be quick about it we have = already been too long.=3D92 By the time she stopped abusing him with the probe = and taunting him with girlish activities, Philip had left his masculine = thoughts far behind and was well on his way to being totally feminised. As the day progressed it was obvious all the teachers wanted to see = Philip as the tarty Philippa for themselves. Did he look like a convincing girl = or not? Even when the day was normally over he found himself experiencing = even more humiliation. Having to play the recorder with the girl's band and = float like a leaf in tights and leotard with the school drama group. But = that=3D92s another story so too is his actual adventures with the cheerleaders and whether there was any truth in the rumour that the American footballers = used the girls for more than encouragement. I can say he reported back to = Miss at 5.00, exhausted, bruised emotionally and physically and still with = the faintest trace of sawdust and Vaseline in his most intimate parts. She = made him promise not to ridicule girls ever again and admit he was jealous of = all their feminine clothes they wore. She still didn=3D92t show him any = mercy as set him lines to write that night. =3D93I must not fight my desire to = be a=3D girl but accept my femininity with grace and splendour=3D94. For those of = you familiar with lines as a punishment it's more than a line and was = therefore very time consuming. But compared to what he had been subjected to = during the day he found it nothing short of a pleasure. He even looked = forward to his first meeting as Philippa Drew cheerleader. Do you? Toms Party (c) 1996 --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION**= * Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. 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