Nope

The muffled thump of Arianne Hacket's music reverborates in the walls.

Adam slowly strips off his clothes, the girl's school uniform laid out in front of him in a neat pile. He watches himself in the mirror as he strips off his jeans and t-shirt and boxers and finally stands naked, cock swinging.

He hovers for a moment, uncertain and feeling foolish. Then he picks up one of the white knee high socks and steps into it.

As he thought, it fits fine. He's about the same size as Nathalie, and it isn't that long since she was actually wearing this outfit to school! He pulls it up over his knee. It feels tight and snug. Then he pulls on the other sock.

After that he puts on the baby blue bra. He has some difficulty with this. Getting the clasp to close behind his back takes several attempts, but he finally manages it. The bra feels tight around his chest and he pulls at the straps, which slightly dig into his skin.

Next comes the dress. He pulls it over his head and it drifts down his body. It is a simple plaid outfit with a broad white collar, an absolute staple of the expensive girls' school that Nathalie had attended. He's seen many girls wearing it around town. It reaches down to his knees. He ties it around his waist with the fabric bindings and it is soon tightly secure. Even in the knee high white socks, his legs feel strangely exposed and **** as the dress flaps around them.

And then, finally... the panties. He picks them up, a real **** flowing through him as he fondles the soft baby blue mesh fabric once more. There's no doubt that Nathalie had chosen them carefully - the girly fabric and design is intended as a calculated insult to his masculinity and pride.

But ultimately he has ****. He steps into them and shimmies them up his legs until his cock is impisoned behind the tight mesh fabric. The elasticated waist feels much tighter than his boxers, and the full bottomed briefs feel soft on his ass.

He looks at himself in the mirror and blushes.

Then he steps back into the bedroom.

"Oh my god!" Nathalie laughs, clapping her hands in delight. "You look so cute!"

"Yeah yeah," he grumbles, face still red and feeling confusingly aroused but trying to retain some dignity.

Fat chance. Nathalie is looking at him goadingly, teasingly, and he feels the heat rushing through him. She's so hot, he thinks.

"Oh my god!" Nathalie says again, covering her mouth, eyes twinkling. "You're not... you're not really...!"

He is. Slowly, the dress starts tenting out at the front. He tries desparately to think of boring, unsexy things, but its impossible against a background of Nathalie's goading and the unusual feminine feel of his new outfit. His cock slowly engorges, still restrained in the limited space offered by the panties.

"This is too good," Nathalie smirks. "You're actually enjoying it."

Adam sighs in defeat. "How do you want me?"