Cross romance

I had gone that far there was really no point protesting further. Jasmine took my trousers, shoes and socks and set them aside when she searched inside her schoolbag. My heart thumped as she pulled out a white pleated school dress, a black pair of Dr Martens T-Bar Mary Jane with shiny buckles and a brand new pair of knitted socks, still in its polythene packet.

"Now try them on."

Everyday, I saw girls in that school dress and I never dreamed that I could have a chance to wear it myself. I looked up at Jasmine in disbelief!

"C'mon, hurry up. We haven't got all day here."

"Thanks!" I muttered and stepped into the dress.

In her excitement, Jasmine helped me to zip up at the back. I clipped up the thin white cotton waist belt and thought the dress fit me perfectly.

Next, I took up the polythene packet. It was a pair of white knitted knee socks in crisscross pattern. It was not the regulation white ankle socks but I had seen girls in those with the legs rolled down to ankles in school, only to pull them up after they had left the school perimeters. And I thought girls looked really pretty in them.

"Jasmine, you bought this brand new for me."

"No, you silly bugger! My mum bought it for me but I didn't like it. It's just not my style. Now would you please hurry up?"

I unwrapped the packet and Jasmine threw the packing into a small lidded-bin by the toilet seat. I was so naive at the time that I kept wondering why people put bins in the toilet, just so that girls could discard the wrappings of their pretty socks? As Jasmine was waiting impatiently, I pulled the socks up my calves. Suddenly, I felt so pretty. However, at the same time I also sensed that I was getting an erection and my thingie was feeling really uncomfortable, trapped in the tight pair of knickers. And it would be most embarrassing if my thingie sprang out unexpectedly from its confinement!

"Well, what are you waiting for? Put the shoes on. It's size 37 just as you said and I hope that they fit."