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Cross Dressing to go to Girls’ SchoolAs a boy I was slim and in some ways feminine looking. For example it used to annoy me when I went into a shop with the hood of my coat up because of the weather to be addressed as “hen” rather than “son” – these being terms used in the Glasgow area back then. I went to a co-educational school and had a great time with the girls I met there, all the way from my first day in “primary one” to the sixth form. I did have a fling with one of the PE teachers there brought on by too much to drink after winning some athletics cup or something. But that didn’t have anything to do with cross dressing.There was an all-girls school a few miles from mine and quite a few of us boys had girlfriends there. Probably because we had got a bit bored with the girls we had grown up with through school. A few of us were messing around in someone’s house and someone commented on my “good illegal bahis looks”. I wasn’t yet shaving and I also had what several females described as “eyelashes and eyebrows to die for”. We had been drinking and so when someone suggested that I could pass as a girl at the next day’s Morning Assembly at the girls’ school the idea was taken up enthusiastically by all present. They didn’t know that I cross dressed as often as I could and so instead of being embarrassed I was actually quite aroused by the idea.I went home that night with stockings, suspenders, bra, knickers and shoes belonging to the girl whose house we were in at the time. I couldn’t have her blouse, skirt or blazer because she would need them and didn’t have a spare and so another girl promised to bring her spare clothes the next day together with a long haired wig for me to wear.I went to the girls’ school early next youwin morning dressed as a boy but with the female undies on. I was smuggled into the Form Common Room to get dressed in the rest of my outfit. When the girl who was bringing them turned up she didn’t have the skirt or blazer with her as her mother had taken them to be cleaned so instead she took hers of and I got into them.With some subtle light makeup and my wig firmly attached I went with the other girls (apart from the one who had lent me her clothes) to the assembly. I don’t remember what was said and anyway I was so damned exited by the adventure I probably didn’t hear a word. All I do know is that it overran because of some announcement or other and everyone had to rush like blazes to get to their classrooms in time for the first lesson of the day.Of course I couldn’t as I had to go back to the Common Room to let youwin güvenilir mi the girl have her clothes back so she could go to class. I was going to have to wait until it was all clear and try and creep out unseen. By the time I arrived back the girl was getting very agitated about being late and was desperate for me to get out of her clothes. Remember she was in her blouse and undies which I have to say looked good on her. When she was kneeling to help remove her skirt from me and got sight of my erect cock poking out of a pair of her lacy knickers she said “fuck lessons let’s stay here”. So we did. Thankfully I had a packet of condoms in my school bag but sadly only one was left but we put that to good use.Ninety minutes later when there was a lesson break we had tidied ourselves up and I managed to extract myself from the school grounds fairly easily. However my girlfriend was suspicious – she wasn’t the girl involved in the fucking – and I’m afraid to say that when she later had those suspicions confirmed we had rather a nasty scene which ended up with neither of the girls speaking to me.But what the heck – it was worth it!

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