“It’s just until the inspector visits”, his mother tried to reassure Liam, who sat in the back of the car in his pink gingham primary school dress, white tights and ringlets tied up in matching pink gingham ribbons.
Of course, even the largest size primary school uniform was very short on him but his mother was content that he now owned a couple of pairs of pretty pink panties that matched it quite well.
He climbed out of the car outside of the school, looking glumly at the gaggle of little girls that he was now going to be part of. He was given into the care of Sister Rita who knew his granny well and gave a wink as she took charge of the teenage boy in the dress. Liam tugged the short hem of his pink gingham dress as he watched his mother drive away.
He had to endure three days as a school girl before the inspector finally turned up. Break times were the worse. The girls wanted to play their sissy games and insisted that ‘Laura’ take part. He insisted that he couldn’t skip but the girls swung a long rope and lined up to take turns, two of them taking Liam’s arms and holding him in the line.
He had little choice but to jump when it was his turn to skip and he was shoved into the vicinity of the swinging rope. Of course the short flared hem of his school dress fluttered up and Liam desperately tried to hold it down and avoid exposure of his frilly pink panties.
It was only then he noticed behind him that the school adjoined the boys’ primary school and little boys started gathering at the boundary wall watching him skip. He was left in little doubt from the sniggering that he was giving a good display. He wanted to stop but was afraid of being tripped by the fast swinging rope. He was sure he was being forced to take a longer turn than any of the girls had. When he was finally freed, he noticed that the boys at the wall were watching him closely, no doubt hoping for more flashes of his frilly knickers. He knew he was under close scrutiny from the other school every break after that.
On the second day, he was sent to school with a netball uniform in his bag. That afternoon he stood on the court in his very short pleated sky blue netball skirt. His only consolation was that he got to wear plain sky blue panties with it. He looked enviously at the boys across the wall running around after a football while he clutched his skirt against the wind.
He hoped to minimise his participation in the netball game by telling the PE teacher that he’d never played before. However, that led to her insisting that he take dozens of practice runs jumping towards the net and trying to score. Of course his short pleated skirt fluttered up every time on his descent but she insisted he try again and again. His dancing ringlets amused the little girls too, reminding him he was far too old for such a juvenile hair style.
So while he was nervous when the inspector turned up, it did mean an end to this latest humiliation flouncing around as a little school girl. “Do you know that Laura here is a fine singer and dancer”, the inspector asked the teacher, Miss Jones. “Really?” “Oh yes, you really must have her sing The Good Ship Lollipop in the annual Christmas show.” “Oh we’ll definitely do that”, the teacher agreed, clearly pleased to have another act for her show. Liam wasn’t too bothered. He was out of here once this charade was over.
“I’ll look forward to seeing that”, the inspector said. “What are you planning for this class’s performance in the end-of-year show?” he asked the teacher. “Oh a ballet performance. The girls all have their pink tutus already and will be starting practice this Friday.” “Excellent, I’ll look forward to that too.” “You are so good to always come to our shows”, the teacher flattered him. “Oh I’d never miss them”, he emphasised, looking directly at Liam.
When the inspector was gone, Liam was just relieved that he wasn’t going to have to come to this school again tomorrow. Miss Jones came to his desk. “Here is a note for your mother giving the details of the dance shop that supplies our ballet costumes. It’s vital that all the girls have the same pink tutus, tights and ballet slippers.” Liam took the note without worrying. It was going in the bin when he got a chance.
He was keen to get away as his mother came to pick him up. “The inspector came”, he told her immediately, dying to finally get out of the mortifying dresses. “Oh good”, she responded. He froze when he heard Miss Jones behind him. “I’ve given Laura a note for you.” “Oh yes?” his mother kept up the act. “She’ll need a certain pink tutu for the end-of-year class performance. The note details the dance shop to buy it in.” “Right”, his mother responded but Liam could tell that she thought the note was irrelevant since he wasn’t staying.
“The inspector told us about Laura’s song and dance talent”, the teacher continued. She’ll have to do her Shirley Temple performance for us at the Christmas show.” His mother smiled “of course”, still unconcerned. “The inspector said he was really looking forward to it. He always comes to our shows – Christmas and end-of-year.” “I see”, his mother responded, seemingly more concerned now. The inspector was clearly suspicious.
Sitting in the back of the car Liam blurted out in frustration “you can’t make me go to school for a whole year as a 10-year-old girl!”, he insisted. “Don’t exaggerate”, she told him. He wondered had he misunderstood. “It’s only for about 10 months.” He was aghast. “That inspector is clearly suspicious. If you get caught out for impersonating a girl you could be in big trouble. Imagine being sent to correctional school with all the delinquent boys knowing you’d been dressed as a little girl in a pageant.”
That shut Liam up. “Now where is this dance shop?” his mother consulted the directions. Liam cringed in his pink frilly panties but shortly afterwards he was in the shop being fitted with a pink tutu, pink tights and pink ballet slippers. His tutu naturally had rows of pink frills across the seat and perky stiff netting to keep the skirt almost horizontal. With his dresses he had some chance of hiding the frills on his panties but with his new ballet outfit, they were going to be on permanent display.
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