Finishing School for Shemales Chapter 2

Olivia and Davina quickly started putting the outfits on. The polo shirts were incredibly snug. Davina pulled hers over her head, putting her thin arms through the short sleeves. The rubber stretched over her skin and felt very strange... and also very nice. Soon the shirt was pulled down as low as it would go, an inch above Davina's bellybutton. Her breasts felt unusual, pressed together in the tiny pink top. A slit ran several inches down the front giving anyone who wanted a great view of her tightly packed orbs.

She quickly buckled on the tiny white rubber pleated skirt which started at her hips and was only a few inches long. She then ran the hooped rubber stockings up her lithe, smooth legs until they stopped mid thigh. At the bottom of the parcel she found a tiny pair of pink panties and two small white gloves, both in rubber.

She wriggled into the panties, and feeling them slide over her girlish thighs was one of the most erotic things she had felt in her life! She pulled them up into place, hoping that the swelling of her penis wouldn't show too much. She then pulled on the tiny gloves that barely came to the wrist and pulled her long auburn hair into a ponytail.

Olivia was standing waiting for her and they turned to look in the mirror before they went out. The uniforms were practically indecent. The tops hugged their figures beautifully, lifting and presenting their ripe cleavage, whilst the stockings and skirts showed a tantalising few inches of firm, tanned thigh.

Davina put a gloved hand to her mouth. "Oh my god!"

Olivia winked into the mirror. "We look super hot."

Davina smiled nervously. "We look like we're going to go do a porno or something."

Olivia grinned again. "I'm game if you are."

Olivia giggled, watching her friend blush once more and they put on small pink trainers and hurried out.

On the sports field, Roberts was waiting, looking at his watch as Davina and Olivia ran out. Roberts sighed as they came out. Fourteen and a half minutes. 30 seconds more and Sunday would have been incredible. Oh well, he thought to himself. There's always a next time.