Double Trouble

'Every boy secretly wants to be a pretty girl.' Amy says shuffling closer to me on the bed. 'even big strong boys can't resist wrapping themselves in silk and lace.'

They asked question after question. It was so unfair as half asleep I wasn't in control of my senses.

'Had I ever wanted to dress as a girl? Did I feel jealous of their pretty clothes? Had I ever worn panties?'

They seemed determined to get me to confess to some secret longing and trying to resist became increasingly difficult. On and on they went. I felt as if guilty of a crime, interrogated by police prising out a confession. On and on they went relentless with their questioning. Do I like make-up, have I ever worn tights, do I shave my legs? I was so dazed and tired after my long journey I began to question what I said and like an actual suspect would soon make some regrettable confession. Sleep began to wash over me and my eyes began to close as if weighed down. I was so dopey I didn't notice the girls get out their make-up and start applying it on me as if painting a youngsters face at a village fete.

But instead of a tiger or monkey these girls had other ideas. They lengthened my eye lashes, dusted my eyelids and glossed my lips, they even painted my fingernails. I drifted in and out consciousness and can hardly recall their giggles, the sweet taste of strawberry lipstick or the fragrance of floral perfume. They were so gentle and kind, brushing my hair, stroking my skin I soon fell into a coma like sleep. I'm not sure when they stopped making me up but that night I had the strangest of dreams. I dreamt I went to school as a pretty girl so I could dance just as the Tina and Amy had said. I didn't play football but danced as a ballerina in leotard, tights and tutu. It was just like the film. I was amazing, I looked incredibly pretty, the envy of all the girls and every boy fancied me. I wore a school uniform and pretty dresses. My hair was long and shiny and I had a terrific shapely figure.