"I glanced across the table at the school uniform, still laying where Ihad left it that morning, I realised that I had been almost surroundedby erotic...femininity all day long and I am sure that it had subliminallyeffected me throughout the day. He was keeping me in a state of constanthumiliation, continually driving my submissiveness, fuelled by thechastity until I could hardly think straight anymore. Now In tremblingembarrassment he was making me undress in front of my cam for him andput on. My young cock immediately sprang into life, already put on standby by the finding of the porno mags. At the bottom of the bag, there was already a pair of white tights, clearly smothered in dried on spunk from a previous masturbatory session. That bag was quickly gathered up, and made up the majority of my masturbatory experiences for the next six months, till those stretched, laddered and spunk covered tights would no longer conceal my young teenage legs any longer!And so it was, that a. I got a bite to eat at my apartment and climbed into my trusty 510 sedan and set out to blow off steam.The bar I went to was in a strip mall. Down a flight of stairs into smokey, dark noisey place. The music was pouring up the stairs at a throbbing beat. Late '70's and early '80s rock, Police, Skynard, Cars that sort of thing. Loud danceable stuff. I shuffled down the stairs and saw a row of stools outside of the main floor, looked like kind of a staging area. 4 stools and a rectangular opening. "Oh that fits really well," said his sister, patiently waiting andlooking him up and down. "How does it feel, sis?" Ok?" said Craig, walking up to the mirror, twisting himself arounnd andlooking. "I guess." Just ok?" laughed Tara, tugging at the costume and then wrapping a belton it. "It?s cute on you. Needs a little accessorizing with the belt, thebat gloves and different colored tights, but I?d say it?s definitely anoption if you like how it looks on you." I do," said Craig as she was helping.