"Karyn." He hissed to his friend. "I can't wear this to school. It is a skirt." J. J. exclaimed, holding up the jean skirt.
"Well, I'd trade with you, but my outfit is a skirt too. Besides, mine is a good two inches shorter than yours." Karyn said, holding up her skirt. "Now hurry and get dressed or we will be late for school."
"I can't go to school in this." J. J. said, hopping that he could convince his best friend that his wearing a skirt to school was a bad idea.
"Why not?" Karyn asked, "You wanted to pretend to be a girl. In that skirt and top, no one would mistake you for anything other than a very pretty girl."
There it was again. Whenever Karyn pointed out that he wanted to pretend to be a girl, he would cave in and become more girl like. Well not this time, he decided as he turned to Karyn and said, "Well, I still don't like the idea, but I guess you are right. I'll wear this to school."
'Whimp!' He cursed himself out.
Feeling nearly naked, J. J. walked beside Karyn toward the school. He had worn less as a boy, but somehow a skirt made him feel more vulnerable, more feminine. Not that the top helped matters any. He wasn't sure how a top could hug his upper body so tightly and still seem to gap out so far whenever he even thought about bending over. 'I need to be careful today or I'll flash everyone from both ends.' He thought to himself as he struggled not to pull the far too short skirt closer to his knees or to try to find a way to get the top to cover both his belly button and breasts at the same time.
No things couldn't get much worse he decided as he entered the school grounds.
