mister princess

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔵

    I stumbled a little still on my heels, but eventually was in the elevator. None of us said anything as we rode it down to the first floor,
where half of the classrooms reside—the second half being on the second floor. I bid my goodbyes to the girls and started off in the opposite direction as them, pulling down my skirt as I did, feeling a little self conscious with nobody else walking with me.

    Classes went by, and they felt mostly the same as classes at a normal school, except for the fact that some of the subjects were different. I still had the standard math, science, and english, but instead of electives I was given an ettiquite class and a ballroom dancing class, which I had with both Kelsey and Avery, and for my social studies course I had to take royal history.

     After school, I sat in the coffee shop on campus, waiting for Kelsey and Avery as we had planned to meet here. I was starting to get bored, waiting around just playing with my long hair. I shifted my position, and suddenly remembered a strange urge I had been getting all day in class every time I moved and felt the soft fabric of my skirt brush my thighs and the lace of my panties stretch and rub against my butt. I bit my bottom lip gently, quickly looking around to make sure nobody was watching. All the girls were too busy chatting with friends about their day, getting homework done, and going about to usual hustle and bustle of a coffee shop.

     Underneath the table, I slowly slid my soft, freshly manicured fingers under the elastic waistband of my skirt, tingling as I felt them brush my underwear. I uncrossed my legs, parting them the slighted bit, and allowed myself to gently curl my fingers under the lacy waistline of the panties, rubbing my hip bone with my thumb. I bit down on my lip even harder, careful not to look down at my lap to avoid looking suspicious. I picked at the lace more, slowly moving my hand towards the front of my crotch until it brushed the lace against my dick, feeling it get slightly hard. I had to seal my lips tight to prevent from making any noises—the sensation just felt so good. Quickly, I snatched my hand away, letting the elastic snap back to my skin and smoothing out my skirt as I noticed Avery walk in.

"Hey, Anita!" She smiled, sitting down across from me and throwing her bag on the floor.

"Hi, Avery." I forced a sheepish smile, still thinking about the sensation of feeling up my
panties. However, those thoughts began to diminish as she leaned her cheek against the fist of her hand, propping her elbow on the table and gazing at me with her honey-brown eyes. She bit her soft, pink bottom lip the slightest bit and I couldn't help but stare, noticing how pretty she was and how I admired her beauty. I looked down awkwardly, tugging at my skirt before Avery decided to keep the conversation going. I leaned back in the chair as she spoke, crossing my arms and letting them rest underneath my fake breasts. Avery gave me a judgmental look, and I shifted my position again, remembering to cross my legs and sit more femininely. She opened her mouth to begin talking again, but was interrupted by Kelsey sitting down at the table, her red hair radiating a fiery glow as the sunlight streamed in through the window and bounced off of it.

"Hey!" She exclaimed brightly and bubbly. She tossed her bag to the floor, sliding into the chair next to Avery.

    "Hey Kelsey, how was your day?" Avery inquired, thus beginning our boring, small talk conversation as we waited on our coffee orders. We filled out some of the classroom surveys and other typical first-day-of-school homework assignments, and spent around an hour chilling at the coffee shop. We decided to leave when it got really crowded, and started back off to our dorm. The whole time during the silent elevator ride, all I could think about was the pleasurable and warm feeling I got from touching my panties, and could only think about the way they felt against my skin, brushing against my thighs the duration of the walk back to our room. When we got in, Avery announced she was going to shower. I said I had dibs on the shower next, because I was just itching to shove my hand down my skirt again, but didn't want them to see. I blushed thinking about it as I sat at the vanity desk to take off my wig as a YouTube tutorial Kelsey and Avery showed me instructed me to. Am I really enjoying wearing panties? Man up, Marco. They're fucking girl's underwear. You shouldn't be this happy about feeling girly. I scolded myself, but at the same time, I couldn't help thinking about the feeling of being a girl. The panties, skirts, long hair swaying, it felt good. A change from being a boy. It felt refreshing.

    I fell back on the bed in silence, contemplating my morals. After my first full day of living like a girl, did I want to stay like this? I couldn't believe I was considering it, but I found myself thinking that maybe sticking out the whole year as a girl might be fun. Don't get ahead of yourself, Marco. I reminded myself. It's only been a day. Sure, you can enjoy this one quarter of the year and make the most of it but after that we can get back to being a guy. I exhaled, loudly. Kelsey looked up from where she was sitting on her phone.

    "Huh?"

    "Oh, nothing." I blushed, playing with a strand of hair on my wig.

     A few more minutes passed by before Avery came out of the bathroom in a robe. "Your turn, Marco." I sat up quickly, and couldn't help but notice one of her breasts almost peeking out of the robe. I averted my eyes, embarassed for staring, before quickly turning around to gather some clothes to change into. I rummaged through the drawers under my bed, grabbing some of my guy clothes I could sleep in comfortably. Gray sweats, a dark gray t-shirt, and when I went into my underwear drawer, I contemplated grabbing some boxers, but something made me stop myself. I bit my lip in thought, then grabbed a pair of deep blue panties, shoving them under the folded sweatpants so the girls didn't see. Then, without a word, I disappeared into the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, quickly unbuttoning my shirt and peeling it off of my chest and struggled to unclasp my bra. I stood, looking at the boy in the mirror wearing just a miniskirt, and quickly shoved my hand down my skirt, feeling the panties, allowing myself to indulge in such an embarrassing act with the protection of the locked door and the shower running so the girls couldn't hear or see me. Once I had finished, I stripped down the rest of the way and hopped into the shower.

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     I was sitting up in bed, freshly showered, scrolling through my phone as I thought about how I secretly wore panties beneath my sweatpants. It was somehow satisfying, having this little girly secret, allowing myself to indulge in my feminine side.

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