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DaraJaney

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Escape to Victoria
« on: November 04, 2018, 03:19:07 AM »
Victor had been sent to a special school having fallen in with a bad crowd in his neighbourhood.  He was in trouble for shop lifting and bullying smaller kids.  Of course it was a pretty bad crowd in the special school too.  He was under a severe warning that any further misbehaviour would have him in the juvenile detention centre.  He knew from the stories he’d heard that he would not come out of there unscathed.

But there was so much peer pressure on him in the special school to make trouble that he really didn’t think he could keep his slate clean and he was desperate to get out before the inevitable happened.  They were kept under close watch but escaping was possible.  The main deterrent against absconding was that it was a certain ticket to the detention centre if you were caught.

He worked out a plan with his sister Marge though.  His school was going to play a football match against a local school and Victor was on the team.  His sister would be able to go and spectate and she could sneak into the changing rooms and leave a change of clothes for him in a sports bag.  He realized though that all boys would be watched closely and the only way he could get away would be to dress as a girl.  His sister was sure she could provide a wig and some basic make-up with instructions to disguise himself.

The match came around and Victor saw Marge on the sideline in the first half and she nodded to him to confirm that all was in place.  He reckoned that just after half time would be best.  Soon after they emerged for the second half, he feigned an injury and was dispatched to the dressing room.  It was a tied score match and everyone was focused intently on it.

He found the bag in the dressing room and unzipped it.  He sighed heavily.  His sister had left a pink gingham dress for him.  He could imagine her sniggering on the sideline.  He wanted to kill her.  This was no laughing matter.

Still, he needed to get away.  He took off his football kit and put the pink dress on and rummaged in the bag.  There was a pair of white opaque tights.  No way! he thought.  But he looked at his lightly but unmistakably furry legs and realized that he had to.  His dress only came half way to his knees.

He struggled with the tights but eventually got them on.  He had to pray that there were no other injuries in the match because if someone came in to the dressing rooms and saw him like this he would prefer to die.

He found the black t-bar shoes his sister had provided and then took out the wig.  It was blond hair, like his own, with two pink gingham ribbons tying it up on either side.  He fixed it facing the mirror.  There was make-up with a note.  She instructed him to apply a foundation all over his face and then powder his cheeks with rouge.

It was crude but he figured as long as nobody got too close and he kept his head down as much as he could, he would get away with it.  His sister had left him a purse with bus fare and directions to his aunt’s house.  It had a long strap which he pulled over his shoulder.

He stood in front of the mirror trying to gain the courage to go out there in public in his short pink gingham dress, white tights and wig.  He clutched his purse and made for the door.

He peeked out nervously.  Everyone was concentrating on the match.  He just had to walk along the path beside the pitch to the gate to the main road.  He took a deep breath and walked out in his pink dress.  He tried to look confident but at the same time wanted to keep his head down.  The breeze played with his dress and he tried to smooth it down discretely.

If he was caught now it would be the worst thing ever.  Imagine being caught in a pink dress and white tights in front of all his team mates!  He was sure he would be made go back to the school still wearing the dress as a punishment and would be paraded in front of the whole school as an example.  He would be beaten black and blue.

He focused on the gate.  He tried to walk convincingly like a girl but worried then that he was overdoing it and mincing conspicuously.

He made it to the gate.  He looked up and down the road for the bus stop.  It was a few hundred yards along on the far side.  He was just gaining in confidence when a bus passed him.  The wind generated by it made his dress whirl around him and he desperately pushed it down again and cringed.  He crossed the road, making sure he found a long gap in the traffic as he was still a little awkward in the two inch heels on his t-bar shoes.

He waited at the stop desperately hoping for a bus to come along.  Instead an elderly lady came with her shopping.  He tried to avoid eye contact.  “That’s a pretty dress”, she commented.  He had no choice but to smile at her and mumble a thank you and desperately hope that her eyesight wasn’t great.  He was no expert on teenage fashion but he was pretty sure that his dress was inappropriately childish for his size.  But it was not surprising that an older lady might not see that.


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Re: Escape to Victoria
« Reply #1 on: November 04, 2018, 07:10:48 AM »
Another great start tona story


Cannot wait to see what cruel humiliations await victor


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Re: Escape to Victoria
« Reply #2 on: November 04, 2018, 09:06:27 AM »
Thank you for starting another of your well crafted and sissy delighting stories.

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Re: Escape to Victoria
« Reply #3 on: November 05, 2018, 01:15:10 PM »
Lovely story, I wonder what is in store for victor, thank you, Love Marci

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Re: Escape to Victoria
« Reply #4 on: November 06, 2018, 01:13:33 AM »
nice start as always to another story.  Looking forward to seeing what may happen to Victor

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Re: Escape to Victoria
« Reply #5 on: November 06, 2018, 02:27:23 AM »
Finally a bus came and Victor held his pink dress nervously against any gusts the double-decker might generate.  He let the old lady go first.  “Such a polite girl!” she complimented him.  He went to go upstairs as he usually would but then he saw a man sitting opposite the stairwell and remembered that he often sat there in the hope of looking up girls’ skirts as they climbed the stairs.

He reconsidered now that the boot was on the other foot, as it were, and stayed downstairs sitting behind that man, gathering his skirt carefully as he sat into the seat.  Sure enough, every time a lady went up the stairs wearing a skirt or dress the man’s eyes followed them up all the way.

Two teenage girls got on at the next stop.  They passed by Victor and sat at the back. He definitely caught their attention in his pink dress and ribbons as they passed him and he heard them giggling behind him.  He desperately hoped that they didn’t realize that he was really a boy.  He was unsure how convincing he looked.

The bus dropped him a couple of streets away from his aunt’s house.  He walked along clutching his purse nervously.  He had rarely visited his aunt because her children were a good bit older than him and they had little in common.  She was going to be the first one to see him who knew that he was a boy.

As he came along her road he saw her standing at her front doorstep.  She was talking to a neighbour.  He hesitated, not wanting to be seen by the neighbour but his aunt saw him and waved excitedly “hello!”  He cringed.  She had given him no choice now but to continue along and be seen in his pink dress and white tights by the neighbour.

As he walked up the garden path, he saw the neighbour look him up and down from his pink ribbons to his t-bar shoes and she smirked.   â€œThis is my niece Victoria”, his aunt introduced him.  He twitched at the use of the female version of his name.

“Hello Victoria.  What a pretty dress!”  Victor was fairly sure she was being sarcastic but had to smile and say “Thank you”.  “Victoria has come to stay with me for a little while, haven’t you?”  Victor’s immediate concern was how long ‘a while’ might be but he smiled again and nodded.

“Cooee!”  Another neighbour called and she came over to speak to them.  Victor cringed in his pink dress as he had to endure more compliments.  “So lovely to meet a girl who loves pretty dresses”, this new neighbour observered.  Victor squirmed in his tights.

Eventually they got inside.  Almost immediately Victor asked “can I get out of these clothes?  Please!”   â€œWhat?  No!   The neighbours have all seen you as Victoria so that’s the way you will have to stay as long as you are here.”  Victor winced.  “But I don’t need to be dressed like this in the privacy of the house!”

The doorbell rang.  “My friends drop in all the time”, his aunt whispered as she went to the door.  “I heard your niece has come to visit!” the latest neighbour said.  Victor tried to rustle up a smile in his pink dress and tights.

Once she was gone his aunt brought him up to his room.  “This was my Ita’s room”, she said opening the door.  “It’s 15 years since she moved out but I haven’t changed a thing.”  Victor sighed.  It was decorated in an old-fashioned girly way – lots of pinks and whites and lacey trimmings.

“Don’t worry”, his aunt told him.  He looked up hopefully wondering what he didn’t have to worry about.  She opened the wardrobe.  “We have lots of pretty dresses and skirts for you to wear.”  Victor froze on seeing the row of pastel coloured and flowery dresses and skirts hanging there.  At the left end there was a collection of frilly blouses.

“I only kept the very prettiest of her clothes”, she told him, sounding very pleased with herself.  Brian scanned the wardrobe for anything like a pair of pants or shorts but there was nothing like that to be seen.

“And we still have all the accessories necessary”, his aunt told him happily as she opened the drawers of the chest beside the bed.  The first contained a selection of tidily folded panties – all in pastel shades with lace trimmings and some with rows of frills.  Beside them appeared to be rolled up stockings and tights.

Victor’s shoulders sagged.  The next drawer had a row of bras and other underwear that he couldn’t identify.  The bottom drawer looked like cardigans with pretty floral patterns.  Beside them appeared to be a selection of nighties.

A couple of the neighbours dropped in again over the evening and Victor had to accept that he had to continue his disguise indoors.  His mother rang saying that the special school had phoned her about his disappearance.  She claimed to know nothing about it but it was only a matter of time before the police contacted her or called to the house.  Victor had to stay where he was for now.

“Sorry there’s no pajamas.  I gave all of them away to charity shops but I couldn’t part with these pretty nighties.”  Brian cringed looking at the lemon chiffon nightie laid out on the bed with a matching pair of panties.  It was clear that his aunt wasn’t leaving the room until he was dressed for bed.

He tugged the hem of his nightie which only just cleared the lace trim of his panties.  She made him go to the bathroom and brush his teeth.  This required bending over the sink and he kept checking the mirror nervously knowing what it must look like from behind as his nightie rode up.

She made him get into bed under the flowery lace-trimmed duvet with matching pillow covers.  He was resolved to taking the mortifying nightie and panties off once she was gone.  She turned out the light but left the door open. 

So Victor tossed and turned and squirmed in his chiffon nightie and lacey panties as his aunt pottered about, passing the door frequently so that he couldn’t slip out of the bed and strip.

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Re: Escape to Victoria
« Reply #6 on: November 07, 2018, 11:53:29 PM »
You've once again hooked me, DaraJaney! I have a sneaking suspicion that Marge and his aunt planned this whole thing and Victor is caught in a very clever trap that he won't be getting out of easily.

 

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