A little hiatus from Ballet's So Easy to see what life's like for another boy, Dalton, when he goes to pick up his sister from her ballet class. Too short for its own thread, I hope you enjoy it all the same!
Dalton paced back and forth outside of the dance studio, waiting for his little sister to come out so he could escort her home. He thought it was so dumb that he had to do it just because his mom was working a little late. She was only a year younger than him, so why did he have to escort her home? He turned as he heard the door open, but it was just one of Emily’s friends. Courtney or something? He could not remember.
“Hey, Dalton, Emily wanted me to come tell you that she’s running a little late, so she figured you could come inside and sit down to wait for her.” Dalton sighed.
“Fine.” He walked past Courtney or whatever her name was and into the dance studio. He saw a few girls in yellow tutus standing around, but none of them were his sister.
“Where is she?” He asked.
“Changing.” Courtney replied. “I can take her there if you want.” Before he could even answer, she had grabbed his wrist and was pulling him along. “They won’t mind a boy being back there, I’m sure.” He tried to explain that he did not really need to go to the changing room to find Emily, but another girl grabbed his other wrist and he soon found himself going through a door into a changing room full of girls. They all grinned as if they were expecting him.
“There you are!” He said to Emily, trying to act normal, even as every eye in the room was on him. “Let’s go.”
“Can’t.” Emily said.
“Why?” He asked with a sigh. Emily smirked and clapped her hands.
Every one of the girls leapt into action, grabbing Dalton and stripping him down to his skin in no time flat. His hoodie, jeans, and everything vanished as the girls passed them out of his sight. He tried to fight and claw his way out of the veritable hoard of girls, but many hands made light work and they found it a matter of a few seconds, it seemed, to pull panties, white tights, and a yellow leotard with attached tutu over the scrawny boy’s body. By the time they led him over to a mirror, his shaggy hair had been rearranged into a downright implausible tight bun atop his head.
“What the?” He and every girl in the room turned as the door opened and a navy leotard-clad instructor stepped into the room.
“Yellow tutu? You’re one of mine.” She said, pushing Dalton by the shoulders out of the changing room. Emily followed, her street clothes making her look more masculine than her brother in his flouncy tutu.
“I’m going to go to the mall, little sis.” She called to him as the instructor shepherded him over to a group of girls dressed identically to him. “I’ll be back in two hours to take you home!”
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Ballet's So Easy (Read 7473 times)
