Cross romance

"But..."

"But what?" She stared impatiently at me.

"I mean, could you at least turn around when I, uh, get undress..."

"You're really shy, aren't you?"

I pleaded with her but she shook her head.

"No. Take it as a form of training. You have to be brave if you are going to try my dresses. Either you do it now or I am leaving."

I sensed that she was getting angry again. I didn't want to upset her, especially not in my predicament. I gulped as I started to pull off my cardigan. I hesitated briefly before I unbuttoned my school shirt and took it off as well.

All I had on top was a pastel pink bra and my cheeks were on fire. I looked uncertainly at Jasmine, expecting mockery but seeing none. She just took my shirt and cardigan and helped folding them up neatly.

Shaking like a leaf, I turned my back to her as I fumbled with the buckle of my leather belt, unzipped my grey flannel and after some further hesitation I removed the last piece of my uniform. I checked myself to make sure that my willy was properly tugged out of sight before turning back to face Jasmine.

By then, I was standing in just mum's pink silk bra and knickers set, my white ankle socks and I had laced up my black leather shoes again. She studied me and her eyes seemed to linger a fraction longer at my flat crotch before checking the rest of me. Then she shook her head.

"No. That won't do. Take those off as well."

Stunned, I protested. "You said I could keep the underwear."

"I mean you should take off your shoes and socks, you silly bugger! They don't match the dress that I've prepared for you."

I grinned nervously and complied. Standing barefooted on the cold tiled floor, I felt queasy and my willy was straining to break cover!

"What happened to your, uh, thing? I was half expecting something sticking out in front." She pointed at my silk kickers.

I told her.

"I see. Now, hand those over and I shall give you your dress and shoes."