Skip school.

"Well I'm here now" you say to yourself as you pull out your t-shirt and jeans. After you change into your casual outfit, you fold the girls uniform into a neat pile with the ballet flats on top and stow it in your closet. "So, what to do?"

Your eyes immediately fall on your computer and you walk over to boot it up. "I'll relax with bit of gaming. I need it after asking home dressed as a girl" you think. Looking at the clock as you sit at your desk, you notice that you have two hours until your mom or sisters get back so you smile and stretch as you wait for your PC to load. As you wait, your mind flicks back to Chelsea and Taylor in the cubicles, you crotch stirs as you remember Chelsea's moans and the wet slapping of Taylor penetrating her. You wish you could have watched longer but considering what happened, you made the best move by leaving.

Two hours pass in a blink of an eye and you hear the front door opening downstairs as Crystal and Sarah enter the house chattering loudly to each other. "There goes by quiet gaming time" you mumble. Their chattering gets louder as they head up the stairs to there rooms and you pick out bits of their conversation.

".... yeah I know. " Crystal says loudly, clearly thinking no one else is in the house. "That's the third time this week that a toilet's been made out of order." Your ears prick up as you hear this. "I hate it when lesbians have sex in the cubicles, they always leave a mess."

"Why do you think it's always lesbians? It could have been guy and a girl." Sarah asks.

Crystal laughs at this. "A guy can't produce that much cum Sarah, the cubicle looked like it had been redecorated. No it's lesbians I know it."

"Who do you think did it?"

"I've got no idea. It'd be hot to know though. Then we could have fun guessing who topped and who bottomed. " both your sisters giggle at this. "Anyway I've got to do some laundry before mom gets back."

"Okay see ya." Sarah says as you hear her close her door.

Crystal opens her door tossing what sounds like her bag in and then heads back downstairs.

"Wow" you think with a smile on your face. "They never talk about stuff like that if I'm around." Your attention is brought back to your game as the screen goes black and huge red letters appear reading "you died". "Damn." You mutter and go back to playing. "Why can't they talk about hot stuff when I'm not in the middle of a boss battle?"

You remain undisturbed for another half hour before you hear Crystal coming back upstairs. As she reaches the top, she walks over to your door and opens it. You turn to greet her as she enters and see she is carrying a large pile of your clothes. She was being made to do your laundry for a week after she was caught using one of your mom more personal toys. Crystal hadn't changed yet so she was still in her uniform, exactly the same as the one you had worn earlier except she had chosen to wear knee socks rather than tights today.

"Oh Doug." She says surprised as she sees you. "How long have you been back?"

"I've been here a while. Classes ended early today for me so I came home." You lie. You pause your game as you face her, not making the same mistake as last time.

"Huh, that's weird. I didn't hear about it."

"Well you are two classes above me." You quickly reply.

"I guess, I just don't understand why they didn't mention it at the school committee meeting. My friend Lilly is in your class right, I'll ask her about it later." Your eyes widen as she says this.

"Oh don't worry about it, I'm sure she just forgot." You says trying not to sound nervous.

"I guess you're right" she says giving you brief moment of calm before she shatter it with her next words. "Anyway, I've got to put your clothes in your closet". She starts towards your closet with the pile of clothes in her arms.

Your mind flashes to the girl's uniform sitting unhidden in your closet. If Crystal opens the door, the first thing she sees.

"Thanks but it's fine sis. Just put them on my bed, I'll hang them up later." You say, trying desperately to remain calm.

"Uh uh. Oh no, I'm not falling for that again. You'll just leave them out, they get creased and I'll have to iron them again. I'm making sure these get to the closet personally." She takes another nerve racking stride towards the closet.

You try to come up with something, anything to dissuade Crysral from opening the closet but you're too terrified to think straight. As her hand grips the door you blurt out. "Wait! You can't open it."

Crystal just raises an eyebrow at you and smiles. "Oh come on Doug, we all know you have porn mags, i promise not to look" she says in an amused voice.

You can't look as she opens the door.

You hear a little rustling of your clothes and hangers being moved as Crystal hangs up some of your stuff. You start to hope that she's overlooked it until you hear the fateful words. "Huh? What's this it looks like a..." Crystal trails off. You cringe keeping your eyes closed, hoping you can just disappear. "Oh you are so busted Doug."she says in a smug voice.

You risk cracking one eye open and see Crystal stood in front of you, your skirt in one hand, the tights in the other. "Something you want to tell me bro?" She asks.

You don't say anything, staring in disbelief at the items of clothing.

"There was an announcement at the committee meeting today. Apparently someone ransacked the spare uniform store and stole some stuff. I don't suppose you know anything about that?"

Your heart sinks. You know you are in deep trouble. Suddenly, a look of realisation appears on Crytals face.

"Your classes didn't end early did they? You snuck home so you could play dress up alone didn't you?" You don't reply, choosing instead to look at your feet in shame. "Oh Doug wait till mom hears about this, she's gonna flip. Her son skipping school so he can crossdress at home in a stolen uniform."

With the threat of your mom being told, your mouth frees up. "No Crystal please you can't tell mom." You practically beg.

"Why should I not tell. You stole a uniform, skipped school and all so you could dress like a schoolgirl. Why didn't you tell me or Sarah you like to crossdress?"

"Because I don't crossdress!"

"The evidence shows otherwise." She waves the clothes in front of you. "Did Sarah leave one of her femme boy magazines in your room? Is that what gave you this idea or have you always want to be, you know, girly?"

"I'm telling you sis, I don't crossdress." You plead.

"Okay so tell me then how a girl's school uniform ended up in your closet then mr, oh wait, make that ms I don't don't crossdress?"

You sigh knowing you're going to have to tell her the entire embarrassing story of walking into the girl's toilets.