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Carnival Princess
by Toms Party
Most girls only dream of being a bridesmaid or elected as a carnival
princess. But few ever actually undertake the privilege. Young lads
on the other hand never even get the chance and may not be so keen. Or
would they? If you've ever asked yourself this question ... read on.
My names Trudy and I work for the local Borough Council as part of an
all girl team. The pays poor but it does have its privileges and one
of our responsibilities is to organise the yearly carnival and fete.
Its a job I've enjoyed for over five years now and I considered myself
good at what I did. Feeling sufficiently confident to handle all
eventualities. But what happened the day of the carnival procession
almost through me in a dizzy, had it not been for my young friend Paul
and the co-operation of my work colleagues.
At the last moment our newly elected beauty, Stephanie, who as yet was
unannounced, was taken ill with a most severe stomach upset. To cut a
long story short we had no princess for the ceremony and with only two
hours to go I began to panic. I would have loved to have taken her
place but at my age... I think not. I'm more your motherly Auntie
type. A few years ago, before I had children, perhaps. But sadly the
years had not been kind to me. One of my girls, Sandra, ironically a
friend of the princess was busting to take her place. Though this may
seem immoral, no one had actually seen the princess since the election
and I felt any princess, even if not the correct one would be better
than none at all. A whole years work would be ruined if the carnival
procession went off lead by the princess's float with an empty throne.
Good old Sandra, she had the best intentions in the world. But sadley
with a figure that looked as if it had been roughly poured into every
dress she wore, I couldn't see her winning the coveted award of
Princess. Naturaly I didn't want to be unkind but she hadn't really
the face either but beggars can't be choosers, she would have to do.
There was simply not enough time to find another princess in such short
notice. I toyed with telling my boss but I knew he would talk to the
Mayor and before I knew it pandemonium would set in. Honesty may be
the best policy but in this instance ignorance must be bliss.
To top my troubles my car was being serviced so my close friend Paul
offered to drive me around for the day. At eighteen he had just past
his driving test and was keen to practice. I knew his parents well
since he lived just down my road and they where delighted he was acting
as chauffeur for the day. I even promised to pay him a few quid as a
token for my gratitude. I rang Stephanie and asked if I could collect
the dress and loosely suggested Sandra could act as stand in. On the
phone she sounded really rough so we promised we wouldn't be long. I
initially thought she would not be keen on the idea of her friend
taking her place but she fortunately didn't seem to mind. 'We have
work to do' I said and gathering my bag I summoned Paul and he drove
Sandra and I round to the poorly Princesses house. Her mother was out
shopping so Stephanie showed us in. We wished her well and was about
to leave with the dress when Stephanie suggested we dress Sandra in her
bedroom. 'Are you sure?' I asked. She seemed pleased to help so as
time was of the essence we jumped at the chance. Paul meekly followed
us inside and had a nose through Stephanie's personal things in her
bedroom as we got Sandra ready.
Can you imagine our horror when we found there was no way, short of a
miracle, that Sandra was going to squeeze her amble frame into the
feminine and delicate clothes of our poorly princess. What where we
going to do and as time ticked by I really thought we were out of luck.
Sandra stood holding the shimmering peach and frothy net dress
encrusted in sparkling jewels up in the air with a dejected look on her
face. 'I so much wanted to wear this, she cried, this dress does not
fit a women's voluptuous shape its more suitable for a bloke.' Need I
say more, as the words came from her mouth all us girls looked at each
other and then Paul.
Simultaneously the same warped thoughts flashed in our mind. 'Fancy
becoming a carnival princess,' I quipped? He wasn't quite as pleased
with the idea and joked laughingly but the more we thought about it,
the better the idea it seemed. 'Come on Paul,' I said seriously.
'Joking aside your about the same size as Stephanie. The carnival
procession starts at three o'clock and I told the mayor we would be in
the car-park at two. Paul looked at us with a sheepish grin on his
face. 'I can't wear that, I would be the laughing stock of the whole
town'. 'Not if they didn't recognise you,' I said. We have two hours
to go and with a little help from the other girls I do believe we could
transform you into a true princess. You'll be the envy of every girl
in the town.' Paul did not look convinced. 'You have the opportunity
of experiencing something that most girls only dream of.' I said
proudly. 'That's all very well but I'm a man,' he quipped. 'I looked
at Sandra and Stephanie and raised an eyebrow. I found it difficult to
see Paul as a man with his girlish looks, soft skin and long blonde
hair. Stephanie and Sandra nodded with approval. 'He'll make a lovely
girl,' Sandra said reaching out and playing with his hair.' 'And look
at those hips, such a feminine wiggle,' Stephanie said. 'What do you
say then. . .Yes.' The room went silent apart from the rustle of the
frothy underskirt Sandra was still fingering. 'What's in it for me,'
he said. 'Well... Um!... Sandra broke the silence, 'you'll be
helping us out of a frightful mess. Trudy will get in so much trouble
if the carnival backfires. Please she said go on.' He didn't really
have any choice. He'd be very heartless to say no. I reminded him
that he was being paid for his troubles and he owed me a few favours.
Especially since it was I who taught him to drive in the first place.
'Oh all right, he said but I don't want you to tell anyone. As far as
the world is concerned when I'm in this dress, I am the carnival
princess.' 'Oh! You will be,' we all said together. 'One small word
of caution though, we have our jobs at stake here and once dressed in
these girly things you'll have to be a pretty girl all the time. 'All
the time,' he protested. 'All the time, at least until the end of the
procession,' I said. 'Never mind my dear, its all in aid of charity,
get your trousers off .' I told him.
Even though he had accepted the role he was far from enthusiastic to
get undressed and after waiting patiently for ten minutes with time
ticking by we had to take action. It wasn't such a struggle as I had
envisaged but we had to hold him down and stuff a pair of Stephanie's
panties into his mouth to stop him crying out. As I pushed the silky
material into his mouth I could hear him attempt to say he'd changed
his mind but as far as we where all concerned there was no going back.
Within a matter of minutes he was lying stripped totally naked on the
bedroom floor. Stephanie had run a bath and we carried him kicking
into the bathroom where we made him take a hot bubble bath in
moisturising oils. We gave him a razor. 'Shave,' I said sternly
hoping he would save us the effort but he choose to ignore my request.
Consequently he didn't take kindly to being forcibly shaved all over
until he was totally devoid of all body hair. I perhaps would not have
done his armpits but Sandra said 'if a jobs got to be done, it must be
done well.' I couldn't argue with that. It was something I frequently
said back in the office. After we had patted him dry with a large soft
towel we all smothered him in a selection of moisturising creams and
oils we found in the bathroom cabinet. Standing upright we three
busied ourselves smearing all the feminine smelling cream all over his
body much to his amusement. Even with the panties still in his mouth I
could see he was getting a bit excited. 'You better put a stop to that
I said giving him a sharp rap on the head. It will ruin the line of
your dress. Smelling like a tarts handbag Sandra fastened a wide lacy
white suspender belt around his slim waist. The 4 suspenders hung
loosely down his now smooth legs as Stephanie, who was always good with
makeup applied false finger nails to his slender fingers and painted
his toes. Sandra made a cup of tea while the varnish dried. Back in
the bedroom I handed him the pair of seamed white stockings that
Stephanie would have worn. He eased one foot into the mouth of the
open stocking and he slipped it up his silky leg. I commented to
Stephanie how well he performed the task and even then wondered if he
had done all this before. I helped him fasten the adjustable
suspenders to the lacy tops of the stockings and straightened the
seams. 'Being a pretty girl, you'll be worrying about you seams all
day long,' Sandra said, laughing. Next, I slipped the white boned
corset around his waist that Stephanie handed me. 'You were not going
to wear this, where you?,' I asked. 'No silly I just thought it might
help Paul develop his figure into one of a flattering feminine shape.
'I guess your right, good thinking' Paul looked very apprehensive as I
fastened the front hooks and struggled to get it closed. 'Your too
fat,' I cried. 'Perfect, Stephanie said, my mum wears that corset
sometimes it does wonders to any figure.' I walked behind him and
pulled the laces harshly taking out all the slack. 'This should bring
the femme out of you, I said, and maybe when I get the corset tight
you'll know we mean business. 'So much for thinking dressng as a girl
in femine frills was easy. Lay on the floor chest down. He did as I
ordered and with my knee on his back as a lever I pulled even harder on
the laces, until the edges of the corset met in the middle of his back.
'Amazing, I said, panting as we both stood up, your waist now gives you
an hourglass figure. Paul struggled to stand as the wind had
noticeably been knocked out of him. 'Don't worry you'll get used to
it', I said reassuringly, even though I'd never worn one myself. The
bra was of white satin. It was underwired and held the water filled
balloons we used as breasts beautifully. It thrust them up and out in
a very provocative way. 'You'll have to treat them with reverence, I
told him, otherwise you may wet yourselves.' We all chuckled at that
except Paul since he still had the panties in his mouth. 'Don't you
think he had them in enough,' Sandra said. Paul grunted and nodded
enthusiastically. 'OK, perhaps your right,' I said pulling the now
soggy panties from his mouth. 'You can't wear these now , can you?.'
Stephanie opened her knicker draw and rummaged amongst all her silks
until she found a pair of lacy panties that matched his bra. She held
them aloft like a trophy 'Get your bottom into a pair of panties, she
cried, don't be a long term disappointment to yourself. Prove to us
you can at last do something well even if it is a little unnatural.'
He stepped gingerly into them and slid them up his silky legs.
Reaching his hips he paused momentarily as if having second thoughts.
'There's no going back now, I said as he pulled them up to his waist
and the material tightly encased his groin. You look wonderful and I
caressed his feminine looking bulge in his panties. You look gorgeous
and in a few moments you'll be our princess. He couldn't quite
understand why he had to wear a pair of snowy white lace panties
instead of his own underwear. I tried to explain that the dress was
quite short and we didn't want our game uncovered. Who has heard of a
carnival princess wearing boys briefs. By now his persistent protests
had began to die down and I do believe he secretly liked the idea of
being feminised against his will. Wouldn't you? He stepped into the
frothy white underskirt Sandra held out for him as he steadied himself
holding onto my shoulders. 'There you go she said as she pulled the
elasticised waist band up over his hips. Who's pretty now.' 'I think
we've done a silly thing now. You may struggle getting into the dress
with the under skirt already in place.' He didn't have too much
difficulty. He slipped his slender arms into the puffed sleeves and
the lace bodice fitted like a glove around his chest. The dress was
magnificent. We where all jealous it was of a soft and flattering
peach with feminine and elegant lines. All most finished, we made him
sit at Stepahnies makeup table and she quickly applied long false
eyelashes, then foundation, powder, blusher and eyeshadow. He didn't
appreciate her plucking out some unkempt eyebrows until they where
beautifully shaped into a nice feminised arch which she accented even
more with a pencil. The picture was completed with a bold lipstick,
lip liner and a coating of lip gloss. She spayed some perfume into his
cleavage, in his hair and on his wrists. Stephanie did a marvellous
job and he was soon standing before us every bit a princess. He looked
a stunning picture, dressed in his gown with his long flowing hair and
ballerina looks. 'Don't forget your shoes' Stephanie said. Horror
must have shown on my face. I'd totally forgotten about shoes. His
feet would never fit into Stephanie's. That just goes to show how
wrong you can be I thought as he stepped into a pair of 4" highheeled
gold shoes with buckled slingback and cross over detail. He smiled at
me as he fastened the T-strap around his ankle with the delicate gold
buckle. His transformation complete he strutted around the bedroom
looking every bit a princess. Wiggling his hips, pouting his lips and
thrusting his breats forwards. Suddenly the door of the bedroom burst
open and in walked Stephanie's mum.. 'Come on girls Stephanie is
supposed to be resting, doctors orders.' She looked at Paul who now
was standing demurely in the corner radiant in his gown. 'You must be
the stand-in for Stephanie' she said. 'What's your name...' Paul
froze it was obvious he didn't know what to say so I quickly took
command of the situation. 'Amanda' I said. Well, Amanda it's lovely
to meet such a pretty young girl but you better hurry or you'll be
late. I glanced at my watch and with only ten minutes to go we said
goodbye to Stephanie and I bustled everyone outside. Paul swallowed
hard as he took his first feminised footstep in the open air. I guess
its one thing wearing clothes normally associated with the other gender
in the confines of your own home but in public its bound to be
different. 'How do you feel I asked. 'Foolish,' he said. 'You have
no worries, not only will no body notice but I genuinely do believe if
the contest was to be held again you would win.' I sniggered, 'even
with your little differences.'
We arrived at the car-park rendezvous with moments to spare. The
mayor greeted Paul or Stephanie as we now had to call him and he took
quite a shine to him. Paul walked with a girlish wiggle and he
curtsied beautifully just as we had shown him and the mayor placed the
sash over his head and crown in his hair. 'I've heard he's a dirty old
man,' Sandra whispered in my ear. I didn't hear the whole conversation
but I saw Paul blush a number of times as the mayor lightly touched
Paul's lace covered shoulder and tapped him gently on his bottom. Duty
called and fortunately for Paul, who looked very uncomfortable, the
mayor had to be on his way. Wishing him well, Sandra and I helped him
up the short ladder onto the lorry. Trucks where not designed to
accommodate princesses especially ones in alien highheels and a frothy
skirt. I don't think many people other than the Mayor, noticed as he
exposed his pantie glad bottom to the crowd of onlookers that was
gathering to see the start of the procession. He did look a picture as
he sat on his throne just like a fashionable pretty girl all encased in
ladies nylons and lace. He looked so proud holding his sceptre and
wearing his crown with the cape flowing gently around his body. He
looked lovely in lace and the jewels on his dress and crown sparkled in
the glare of the afternoon sun and mixed every inspiration from snow
white to Cleopatra. I don't think it was particularly comfortable or
easy to wear but it gave a look of real feminine luxury. His panties
cut into his groin, the corset squeezed his stomach so hard it knocked
the breath out of him and his water filled balloon breasts made him
feel top heavy. Above all his stockinged legs and short skirt made him
feel open , exposed and very vulnerable. More so when the engine of
the lorry coughed into action and amongst the throb of the vehicle the
wind kept lifting the hem and netting of his skirt so any eagle eyed
onlooker could see what he so desperately tried to hide. For the first
time in his life he began to feel what it was like to be an attractive
women.
That said, I do believe he eventually relaxed and came to appreciate
being dressed as a beautiful fairy tale princess. This was good
fortune indeed as we all forgot in the excitement that the carnival
princess had to be dressed the part for the rest of the day and Paul or
Stephanie was in store for quite a treat. As princess, he had many
responsibilities throughout the day and they all involved him dressed
as a beautiful girl, panties, dresses, stockings and all.
If you wish and when I have time I'll tell you what happened when the
Mayors son took a shine to our lovely princess and at the end of the
day, in a glittering climax to the procession asked him on a date he
couldn't really refuse.
In the meantime if you know of a similar situation I'd love to hear
from you. 1995 Toms Party (c)
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