20IV FICTION CLASSICS #0

remove the apron I had put on in the kitchen. The wind whipped at my hair. Because I was going to work on the car, I had a t-shirt and jeans on. The t-shirt clung to my breasts like it was wet and the women's cut jeans ran smoothly between my legs and clung to my small waist and wide hips. They'd seen me in dresses many times, but looking so feminine in pants surprised even me.

I stood watching these men helping me. It gave me a feeling of power. Physically, I was feeling weaker lately, but I felt good. When finished, they ate lunch and asked me if I wanted to go with them to an out-of-town track meet this weekend. I said, "Sure. Why not."

Joe said, "Ask Lee if he wants to go too?"

Lee wanted to go, but didn't know what to wear. I suggested jeans and sweaters.

"No," Lee said, "These guys want to take the cheerleader's."

"No," I said, they want us to go as boys, in pants. I was in pants when they asked me."

We got into a heated argument and settled it by Lee calling Joe and Sam's room.

"Hi Sam, this is Lee. I'd love to go to the trackmeet. What shall we bring and wear?" Lee smiled at me. "No need to wear the cheerleader outfits...just skirts and blouses for the meet and something dressy for dinner later." Lee winked at me. "Spend the night? I know it's a long drive. Let me ask Chris."

Lee put his hand over the receiver and said with a sneer, "See!" Then back to Sam. "We'd love to ...we'll bring our nighties. See you soon."

"See, they want us dressed as girls, ha ha," he giggled girlishly.

Saturday morning I packed for our trip to Northeastern University which was about 150 miles north. It surprised me how much more I had to pack for just one night; makeup, nail polish, nylons, perfume, bra's, slips, hair clips, all items I'd never packed before. Lee came out of the bathroom wearing his negligee and asked, "What are you going to wear today? I think I'll wear my white mini-skirt and striped cotton top."

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Lee's hair was now below his shoulders, and a white lace ribbon held it back in a ponytail, over his shoulders in schoolgirl style. Large hoop earrings swung against his cheeks. He looked so feminine.

I asked, "Why don't we wear pants? That way we won't embarrass Joe and Sam. They might get embarrassed by being with us in dresses."

"Naw. They're taking us because we're cute and feminine. Only the four of us will know we're boys. Trust me, they don't want to be with a couple of sissy looking boys. They know we can act like attractive girls. Wear something real feminine and girlish, they'll love it."

I still wasn't sure so I went down to the boy's room dressed in my jeans and a cotton shirt to see when we were leaving. When I saw Joe, he said, "We're leaving in an hour. The weather's supposed to be hot, so wear a short skirt or something cool."

I just said, "OK."

Back at the room, Lee was getting ready, ironing his blouse and skirt, dressed in only a tiny white lace bra and silk panties. He laughed, "This skirt is so short, do you think I should iron my panties?" I just shook my head.

At the meet, when the guys went to get refreshments, some of the boys cast us flirting glances. Lee giggled. It made me feel uncomfortable. Suppose one of those men found out we were boys, and accosted us?

About half way through the meet, a big thundercloud burst and sent torrents of rain down suddenly. It was a long run to the car, through a muddy field. It was quite a picture, the boys running ahead while Lee and I followed, holding our skirts up with one hand so we could run faster. We were all soaked by the time we were in the car. Lee was in the front with Joe. Lee's hair was a mass of wet curls, his makeup a mess. Mine was the same. Our wet light colored blouses had become transparent and clung to every curve. Our lightly padded lace bra's showed our nipples.

As the boy's got out of their wet jackets, Lee in a very feminine gesture, slipped off his heels and lifted his skirt; rolling his wet, dirty panty hose off his smooth legs. I followed suit with the same action to the stares of Sam.

Sam said, "Sexy legs." He reached over and ran a hand over my smooth knee, then added, "Joe, we better get these guy's into some dry clothes, they don't have much on."

I don't know about Lee, but I felt naked. I wondered if the boys noticed that our curves were mostly our own and not padding.