GP-49 --- The Lady Rowena School Baby by Prim
I couldn’t believe this. How could a guy be so lucky? The only boy in a roomful of girls. In a schoolful of girls! And so many of them were classic good-lookers. Who could blame me for finding it hard to concentrate on this painful English essay I’ve got to write. The class door opened and in came two prefects, Rebecca Jackson and Aurora Splaine. Gorgeous but full of their own importance. They went up to Miss Harmony and told her something.
“Torsten Gripe,” she called, “stand up. These prefects will take you to Miss Pressforth in her office.”
Moments later I was being marched along the corridors of the Lady Rowena School, breathing two sets of perfume, with the tantalizing ripple of their wide-sleeved school blouses sizzling in my ears and their heavenly grey skirts fluttering against my legs. Suddenly I was pulled into an alcove and Aurora held me from behind as Rebecca talked at me in my face.
“Listen, boy: today you get to join Lady Rowena’s properly – and you’re going to do it RIGHT – no room for messing.”
The demonic look on her face had my heart thumping in my throat.
“And just to show we mean it, boy,” hissed Aurora into my ear, “here’s a taste of what you get,” and with that they both got an arm each and pinched me like they were going to pull off a pound of flesh each. I knew better than to yell out loud – or to tell Miss Pressforth as they pushed me into the Principal’s office. They planted me in a chair facing the Headmistress.
“I allowed you to join our school – a girls’ school – Torsten Gripe, and up until now you’ve been wearing horrid boy’s things. Well now it changes. You will wear the same uniform as our girls.”
These words flowed over me like molten metal – like an electric shock. “B-But I don’t have to wear a blouse and skirt, do I? I can’t do that!”
The words had barely left my lips when the girls seized my arms and pinched my tender flesh with devilish venom. I yelped this time: I couldn’t help it.
“Huh!” snorted Miss Pressforth, sitting back so that the frilly jabot of her blouse seemed to spread out twice the width across her bust. “I thought you’d say that, and that’s why I’ve arranged for you to go down the alternative path. Girls, get him into the dressing room next door: you’ll find what to dress him in in the pink wardrobe. His accessories are all in the pink dresser.”
I was bundled into the next room, which was pink from walls to drapes and even the chairs. In no time they had me stripped down to nothing, in spite of my best efforts at holding onto my boxers. Then they opened the blessed pink wardrobe and my heart fell through the floor. It was filled with frilly dresses and fluffy white petticoats – dozens of them packed tightly. As I would discover, my school clothing for each day was hanging here for Rebecca and Aurora to choose from as they dressed me for school each morning.
They started by putting me into a little bra, with matching suspender belt and frilly baby bloomers. They had a pair of girls’ stockings which they rolled up my legs, making my cock stiffen at being dressed like this from nude by these two in their uniforms.
“Miss Pensforth insists we put you into diapers, Gripe,” snapped Rebecca as she opened out a disposable.
“So of course we’ll have to check it’s clean and dry from time to time, baby,” added Aurora.
They dropped a soft white petticoat over my head and spread it out all round me. It made my cock ache with a pang of pleasure, especially as they fastened it down the back with baby buttons. I knew I was looking girlish and it made me almost want them to put me into one of the dresses. Ohhhh ! the dress they chose for me was delicious: layers of ruffles in pink silk, with sweetly puffed sleeves at the shoulders and a Peter Pan collar edged with lace. There was a baby bonnet to match it hanging on the same hanger. I had to put my arms through the sleeves, then they fastened me into it at the front of my collar, so that it flared open, showing my diaper and bloomers, with a little glimpse of my bra too.
“We’re keeping you in plastic baby pants, Gripe. Just to remind you that you are the SCHOOL BABY, gettit?” snorted Aurora.
“And you’re going to have to suck, whenever any of the girls give you a finger. Get started now on mine,” said Rebecca.
I swear I had never felt so horny as I did as her finger pushed into my mouth and I started to suck her. I was a baby and I was a girl. And this, apparently, was to be my new existence at the Lady Rowena Girl’s School.
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