At 4 o'clock the bell rings, class doors open and students pour into the corridors, out of the main door and down the steps to the shopping street, Jason Clayborough and Allison Jones amongst them. What had been a perfectly normal day suddenly took a wild turn for the bizarre.

"Jase, for fuck's sake, what's that?"

"Holy smack, it's a - a - Fuck, I couldn't tell ya!"

They came up close to the apparition: a spray of blue silk, with a bare ass and long white stockings. Then it turned round.

"Oh my GOD, Jase, it's Phillip fuckin Armitage!" Allison stood still for a full ten seconds, mouth agape, taking in the spreading mini skirt of this guy's dress with its spreading white collar and white frill round the bottom. And on the front of it - a couple of falsies like tgs wear.

Jason gorped too. He was without words. This was the only Phillip Armitage, who up til six months ago had been Head Boy at the High School, ace footballer and hot number for the girls. Which was why Allison had to get her head round it.

"Hey Armitage. What the Fuck?"

Phillip cringed into a droop, his hands clutching his purse in front of his blatant dick.

"You look way out, man," puzzled Jason. "That looks like a girls' dress you're wearin'."

The words had time to sink in before the vision spoke. "Y-Yes. I - I'm a girl now."

Allison's legs nearly gave way. "You - You're a girl?"

"Yeah. I - well - I feel so girly all the time - needing to wear pretty lingerie. At night time too. I want to wear a soft lacy nightie. It helps me to feel sweet and feminine."

"No shit? But you're not wearin' a bra like now," she wondered aloud. "Are those boobs real?"

"Y-Yeah - they're real. D-Do they show that I'm a girl?"

Allison came up to him. She wasn't going to miss this. She reached for one of the soft looking boobs and clasped it between her fingers. "Mother of God, it's warm." She clutched the other boob too. "Fuck me, Armitage, you've got breasts! And your nubs are getting stiff!"

"Oh thank you. I fill with girl's feelings when people see my bust - and they know I'm a girl." He cupped a hand under each of his tits and lifted them as if to show to his former peers. "I so wish I had a pair of panties."

His peers looked down from his breasts to his cock, which was erecting as they watched. "That dick doesn't look girly," said Jason, with a shake of the head.

"Tell ya what," offered Allison. "I'm not taking off my bra, but I can lend you my pants."

It was as if she had saved his life. "Oh could you?" brightened the sissy. "Your panties would fill me with girlishness. I would feel so much preciousness and daintiness around the tops of my legs. And my clitoris too! Ohhhhh!"

His 'clitoris' was growing as he squirmed with emotion in front of them. "Ohhhh!" he bleated as Allison plucked her pants from under her skirt and pulled them down her legs. They gave Jason a shock: he could hardly believe that Allison Jones wore such fancy panties in shiny mauve satin with lace round the legs! She stepped out of them, and wasn't going to leave it to the sissy to put them on. Oh no, she was going to put him into them herself. She stooped at his feet for him to thread one, then the other foot through the very feminine legs. With each inch that they slid up his stockings they became more girly to him. They were filling him with tender, girl's feelings in his knees, his thighs and finally his groin and his ass. He was dressed in Allison's panties and his clitoris and anus were as feminine as ever. He cupped his breasts and showed them to her. He bleated and gasped for breath. He was a girl in every way and the stiffness of his clitoris pushed the front of her panties up towards her in a swell of utter and complete gratitude and femininity.