A Schoolgirl Story

Jason wasn't entirely sure of what was going on as he found himself allowing his mother to strip him from his normal clothes until they lay in a pile at his feet, leaving him exposed and naked, cock embarrassingly slightly erect at the smooth, gentle touch of his mother as she helped him strip off.

"Don't worry, we'll make you look just as good as any of those Firwood girls," his mother grinned at him.

Jason felt a little surprised when she opened her underwear drawer and handed him a pair of her white lace panties which, only feeling partly in control of his actions, he slipped up his legs as his mother helped him into a matching bra which was stuffed with padding to give the impression that he was as bustily well endowed as she was.

Jason didn't admit it to his mother as she helped him slip into the short, pleated skirt, but he had long fantasised about dressing up as a girl and finding out what it was like to be one. Now, the sensual feel of the clothing against his body made him feel even more feminised as he buttoned up his blouse and slipped into the knee high stockings, making him more aroused than ever. Looking at his girly reflection did little to abate Jason's arousal. Through his drunken, hazy vision he was even more excited at the sight. Although with relatively short hair and no make-up, the girl Jason saw in the mirror still looked great in the sexy uniform. Certainly the kind of girl that Jason would have jumped at the chance to be with. The only tell-tale sign was the now obvious tent in the front of his skirt.

Jason's mother ran her hands down over his ass in the little pleated skirt, "Jason's such a masculine name, what would you like to be called instead, my sexy little daughter?" she asked as she landed a playful pat on his panty clad ass that almost caused his cock to explode.

Jason already knew the answer to this one too, it lay deep in childhood games of Peter Pan and how he had never wanted to be a lost boy but always prefered the part of: "Wendy," he said it a little too quickly and confidently if he had wanted to conceal his fantasies.