The forced feminization school girl fantasy is an all time favorite among sissies. Somehow the girls at school discover that you like to dress up when you’re home alone.
Do they keep this a secret? Do they simply ignore the fact that you like to wear panties, lingerie and dresses at home, then pretend to be one of the guys at school?
No, not a chance.
Pretty girls have certain priorities while they’re in school, and one of the most important is power. Now all pretty girls have quite a bit of power just by being pretty, and knowing that most of the boys are infatuated with them.
They also know that a little smile or touch at the right time can turn most boys into a quivering mess of nerves and fear.
What happens when they realize that they have you by the balls, and can make you do almost anything they want? They can make things very hard for you very fast.
There is a good chance that the girls want to see you in your panties. So they insist that you wear them under your jeans for a day. No big deal right? Sure, they tease you a bit and giggle when they see you sitting in class, but at least the whole school doesn’t know that you’re a sissy. But they will very soon.
You see, young, pretty, popular school girls have a limited amount of patience. There are so many things to do and a limited amount of hours in the day to do them. So they soon tire of gently teasing you and figure out a way to wrap this up and move on to bigger and better things.
They are going to dress you up as a girl from head to toe and parade you through the school. Every single girl, every single boy, and even your teachers will know that you’re just a little prissy sissy.
At this point the big question is what to have you wear, and the most logical outfit is a Prissy Sissy Schoolie dress.
OK you think, lets get this over with. Butt wait…there’s more…
You are taken to an empty classroom at the end of a long hall.
First you are put into a pair of silky, lacy, pink satin panties. This is where things start to get hard if you know what I mean.
Next a matching garter belt and black silk stockings.
“Do I really have to wear a garter belt and stockings you ask timidly?”
A long hard slap stuns you into reality, and you know that no amount of begging, bargaining or complaining will make any difference now.
Next is a layered petticoat, which makes you shiver with pleasure.
They put you into your bra and adjust the improvised padding. You stand there helplessly, trying your best not to show that you love every second of this.
Now the blouse. A short sleeve, white satin blouse with a low cut neck line and puff sleeves. You look adorable and this is only the beginning.
They help you into your Prissy Sissy Schoolie dress, zip you up and tie the bright red satin sash around your waist.
Your mind is spinning and your heart is racing. You’ve never worn anything quite like this before, and you’ve never had a group of girls helping you get dressed.
You’re embarrassed, humiliated and more excited than you’ve ever been all at the same time.
A pair of strappy heels appear and you are instructed to step into them. You spend a few seconds staring at them, trying your best to get a grip on what is actually happening, and those few seconds are just a few too many.
“PUT ON YOUR HEELS YOU PRISSY SISSY SLUT!”
The words seem to go though your brain and directly into your panties. Now things are really getting hard. Butt wait…there’s more…
A curly blond wig is handed to you and you look at the girls with a mixture of fear, terror and anticipation.
Without any further thought you put it on the best you can and wait.
They are happy with this sign of submission and work to fit the wig properly and brush it out, then attach a couple of pretty ribbons that match your dress.
Now its time for makeup. This is the icing on the cake, and they sit you down for the full beauty treatment.
Long black eyelashes, eyeliner, blush and eye shadow are applied slowly and deliberately as you watch yourself transform into a girl. A prissy sissy school girl slut.
Now for the finishing touch-bright red lipstick.
They help you up, straighten your dress and stand you in front of the mirror.
“You do it sweetheart; you put on your own lipstick like a good little girl.”
This is big trouble and you know it. Lipstick is your weakness, your Kryptonite. At the mere thought of lipstick you melt, and let go of everything……
Staring into the mirror at yourself like this you are both amazed and shocked at the way you look. So girly, so feminine, so pretty.
A tube of lipstick is put into your hand and you just stare at it.
“Well, lipstick is a girl’s best friend you know?”
You try to figure a way out knowing that you are out of time and options.
The biggest girl comes up behind you and begins to stroke your hair. Oooooooo…
Another girl cups your breasts through your blouse and watches you react. Oooooooo…
A third girl gently lifts up your dress and begins rubbing your ass through your panties. Oooooooo…
“Go ahead honey, put on your lipstick and everything will be fine.”
Hypnotized by the feel of the lingerie, the blouse and dress, and the three beautiful girls touching you, you take the lipstick and without further hesitation slowly coat your lips.
Again, and again, and again.
Looking into the mirror you can’t help but blink those long lashes and smile, and the girls go crazy with laughter.
They grab their bags and stumble out into the hall, still laughing about something you have yet to figure out.
You look at yourself again now that you’re alone, and you are adorable!
As you are adjusting your dress you reach down to touch your panties, just to remind yourself that this is real.
Your panties are wet, very wet.
So this is what the girls were laughing so hard about?
A bell rings and you jump. The girls pulled the fire alarm. Oh this is bad, this is very bad.
You can’t take your panties off because your dress is too short. Maybe you can hide until the fire drill is over, maybe nobody will ever know…
The door opens with a bang and it’s your three new girlfriends, still laughing. They grab your hand and drag you out into the crowd. Into everyone you know. Into a day that you will never forget and a day that will never forget you.
Things just got a lot harder.
Not as hard as they were a few minutes ago, but that’s not your fault. You blame the lipstick.
But as the other boys, all the girls, and the teachers tease you without mercy that really won’t matter at all.
Prissy Sissy Schoolie Dress