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Ralph Honey hated coming to the Eleanor Sharpley Academy each morning, but there was no escape. He badly needed the money. Not only for his living expenses, but there was the awful weight of thousands in debt that he owed. He simply had to press on and teach those monstrous girls. Right now, though, things were at the worst they had ever been, because he had been discovered with a girls' school skirt in his briefcase by Miss Sutton, the Headmistress. She had made him confess that he had stolen it from the girls' changing rooms, and was going to take it home - to wear with the school blouse that he had already bought for himself. He had been summoned to her office under a cloud of desperate shame, so he stood there, practically wetting his pants, and tapped on the door. An awful wait was followed by her opening the door to him. "Do come in, Mister Honey. Come and join us."
He was in a state of misery as it was, but when he saw that with Maureen Sutton in her study were the two meanest bully girls in the school - tall, heavy girls who practically laughed at him for his pathetic weakness in every lesson - Eliza Cooke and Eleanor Ramsbotham. He all but fainted and wobbled his way inside where he was greeted by sniggers from the two of them.
"Here he is, girls: the man who wants to be a schoolgirl, the teacher who needs to be taught a lesson."
"We knew all along he was a cross-dressing sissy, Miss," snarled Eliza.
"A wimp who's gonna make a cute little girl, Miss," followed Eleanor, "for all the girls to laugh at."
Ralph was stung. He should stand up to this and reprimand the two of them for talking to one of their teachers so insolently. But what could he say? "Listen girls, I know I stole a girls' pleated skirt, but Miss Sutton took it off me so I wonder if one of you could give me one of your skirts - to love and play with." His place was hopeless. He was theirs to mock and molest.
"Well, Mister Honey," announced the Headmistress, "it's not often we have to open the Petticoat Frillies Closet, but we are opening it for you." She motioned to the girls, who took a handle each and pulled the doors wide to reveal a dizzying display of little dresses and blouses and skirts, so frilly that the closet couldn't have had a more fitting name.
A wave of wretchedness swept over him. He knew at once he would have to wear something from this closet. As long as it was just in Miss Sutton's office and no further! He saw pink dresses in silk and chiffon, little blouses of all colours and tiny skirts that wouldn't reach his knees. His lips began to tremble and he didn't realise it but he started wringing his fingers together in front of his legs and squeezing his knees in desperate feelings of frilliness.
"Ha-ha, the wimp is going to cry, Miss," scoffed Eliza. "He knows we're going to dress him up."
"Yes," agreed Miss Sutton, "so I see. Girls, strip him and get him ready for his new school uniform."
It was like two ravenous lionesses falling on a startled lamb. Ralph's clothes were torn from his body: his trousers undone by four hands, his shirt ripped apart, his underthings yanked over his head and off his feet until he stood, naked and aghast, in front of the Headmistress and the Petticoat Frillies Closet. Then the two harpies amused themselves by choosing this petticoat and that pair of panties, these dresses and that blouse, until they were agreed that 'Dick-head Honey' would be wearing a girl's white nylon blouse today with a little mini skirt.
They also had him in a brassiere, which was embarrassingly filled by his own breasts with no need for added filling, a pair of stockings clipped to a suspender belt, a pair of granny panties in pink silk and a frilly petticoat slip which would surely appear underneath his skirt. The blouse had darling pearled buttons running down his back, with a Peter Pan collar edged with lace trimming and a pretty bib of white lace on his breast with three mock buttons to make it look like a little girl's blouse. The skirt they chose was in maroon cotton in knife pleats, no more than ten inches deep and with a two inch waistband. It buttoned at the side with four shiny maroon buttons down one pleat. Ralph had feared correctly: it did not cover his petticoat which made his skirt spread out almost horizontally from his waist. The result was that his panties were fully on show, and not only that, but his tormentresses had him worked up into a lather of crossdressing stimulation. His cock ached with depraved desire for his frillies. He was rampant in the pink silk gusset, and as Miss Sutton held her hand on the door knob to the corridor, she gave him a few words of cold advice.
"That sexless penis of yours tells its own story, Mister Schoolgirl Honey, but when I inspect it at morning break, and again at lunchtime and before we send you home in it at 3 o'clock, there had better not be a single bead of sissy ejaculation. Because if there is, you will be dressed on the Academy stage each morning in front of the whole school assembly.
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