Skater Boi.

Chapter 1.

I’m Bob I work in the Accounts department of Wilson electronics. There are 18 of us, there’s me, Jack and Steve and 15 girls, all shapes and sizes but all in their 20’s and a good crowd. They like a laugh and organising social events, we’ve been bowling (crown green and 10-pin), drinking, theatre, drinking, paintball, drin...  you get the picture.  While Steve was quite stocky Jack and I were slim and we were all around 5’ 6” in height, our hair was collar length, we didn’t have to be too presentable at work and that suited us fine.

One thing we’d never done was ice skating, the idea came because a temporary rink was built for Xmas in our local town square and it was only 10 minutes from the office. Normally we didn’t get everyone to a do but this time we had the full 20. There was a range of ability but everyone enjoyed it even those with very sore and wet bums. We went another 2 times before the rink closed and everyone was getting much better.

The New Year came and a new shopping Mall was completed nearby, they’re creating these places as entertainment centres as well as shopping so it included a cinema and to our delight an ice rink. There were the usual opening offers so we got a good group deal to go. Part of the offer was instruction which we thought would be a good idea so we booked 10 sessions each of which included a lesson.

When we got there for our first session the equipment was brand new and the rental boots were a lot nicer than the older ones we’d had before.  We all turned up in our usual jeans and sweatshirts, to be honest we hadn’t thought about what to wear, the previous rink was outdoors so we’d had coats on as well. The instructors were really good and by the end of the session everyone could go forwards, backwards and most importantly stop without crashing into the sides.  We weren’t great by any means but everyone had gained confidence and we were looking forward to getting better.

The sessions continued, amazingly only one of the girls and Steve had missed one, although they promised to try and keep coming.  This evening there 16 of us, Jack and me and the girls. Prior to this the lessons had been directed to the group so although we knew the instructors names, Stephanie and Rachel, they’d referred to us as ‘guys’, that annoying androgenous Americanism that's catching on over here,  I did think I’d heard them say ‘ladies’ one time but assumed they were addressing a group of our girls.

Tonight as we were finishing the instructors called us together. They thought we had progressed very well and would like us to get even better. The thing holding us back was our clothing, we couldn’t move freely enough in denims and sweats and they suggested that if we were taking this seriously then proper skating clothes, including our own boots and maybe a team uniform would be a good idea. It was not a mandatory requirement but they made it clear they would be happier if we did this. They gave Sarah (who made the bookings) a couple of catalogues. One was general ice skating clothing, leotards, tights, trousers and warm-up clothes, the other was a bespoke uniform service with matching designs. If we agreed what we needed they could order and get wholesale prices for us. We had a quick chat and agreed that we should do this right, we would save hiring the boots and maybe we’d get better. They had boots to try for size in the skate shop, the lady recommended a footie (a small sock made of tights like material) and a thin boot sock to get a tight and supportive fit.   

In the pub in the centre afterwards the girls were discussing which type of tights to choose and what sort of warm up wrap they preferred, Jack and I had a quick skim and chose some trousers made from a stretchy material and a top that was tight fitting like a runner's, we figured we could bring our own sweaters. The girls decided to postpone the uniform purchase until everyone was happy wearing the new stuff.  We all gave our measurements and a deposit and the forms were dropped off at the rink as we left.

The following week there were named bags waiting for us on a table beside the rink.  Some girls were already on the ice they did look good in their skating togs. We had never needed to use changing rooms before so I was a bit lost. Sarah was already dressed and looked fantastic in her thick shiny skating tights, with legwarmers and her black high necked full sleeve leotard which had a little skirt attached. I also noticed she had tied her hair back and was wearing a little more makeup than usual. She took my hand and led me to a unisex locker room that had individual cubicles.

I was about to close the door when she said "sit down I’ve something to tell you". It appeared that the instructors had thought we were all girls and had amended the orders to be the same. She went on to say that she was very annoyed about this and would fully understand if I waited until next week for the correct supplies to arrive.

I was a bit confused and cross, however a little part of me wondered what it would be like.

She hesitated and I could tell there was a ‘but’ coming.

"They’ve done the same to Jack and we found out as he arrived before you. He thought it was hilarious and decided to dress in the clothes".

I said I hadn’t seen him. "You probably didn’t recognise him", she smiled, "he’s already on the ice. Please understand we knew nothing about this and there is no intention to embarrass you, Jack has made his own choice, feel free to dress as normal. If you do decide to dress in the clothes let me know and I’ll help. Would you like a minute to think about it?"

I was dreading her saying that. There was an implied suggestion

a) that I consider doing it and

b) you’ll be the only one not dressed in the new clothes.

"OK, I said, give me a moment". She closed the door to the cubicle.

I knew immediately what I would do. Wearing these normally forbidden clothes was being presented to me as an acceptable option, I had been given the chance to appear reluctant and apparently accept the peer pressure to conform. Go on then I’ll do it.

I opened the door and called for Sarah. "Let’s give it a try", I told her, "but I don’t want to look ridiculous".

"Oh I’m sure you won’t", she smiled obviously pleased I had agreed. "Now here’s what I want you to do. Put on the panties you’ll find in the bag and ‘tuck’ your equipment between your legs, it’ll be more comfortable and give a better line. Then bunch up your tights to get your foot in and gently ease them up your legs, they’re strong and stretchy but they will ladder if you’re not careful. Then pull the leotard to your waist only and then give me a shout."  

I managed the panties OK, they were industrial strength with a very high waist, no VPL here, and were lightly padded on the rump, once ‘Mr Happy’ was settled pointing backwards they were, as Sarah had suggested, comfortable and showing no male bulge. The tights were harder work, their thickness made them difficult to bunch up but once I’d manoeuvred them up my legs they were extremely well fitted and gave an even feel. Equally importantly the hairs on my legs weren’t obvious. I’d tried tights on before but always under trousers when it was cold, I’d never shown my legs off in this way. The leotard felt lovely as I drew it up my legs, I left it at waist level as Sarah had instructed. To finish I pulled on the legwarmers and socks then called Sarah back in.

"Great legs!" Sarah looked pleased. "OK just a couple of things to finish you up. Jack’s leotard didn’t fit well on the chest until we added a little assistance". She handed me a bra. Slip your arms through I’ll fix the clasp for you.  She then filled the cups with my socks, which fortunately were fresh on. "Much better" she said and then told me to put my arms in the sleeves.

"Now a little powder and paint". First she combed my hair back and fixed it into a ponytail, then asked me to close my eyes. I felt creams and powders applied to my face and my eyes defined with pencil and mascara, this was a new experience. Finally she handed me a bright red lipstick and I followed her instructions on how to apply it. She followed up with a lip gloss and zipped the leotard up so it covered my neck.

I felt very strange, the clothes were comfortable but constricting and the makeup left strange feelings on my eyes and tastes on my lips. I wondered what on earth I looked like.

"Well you don’t look ridiculous". Sarah beamed at her handiwork

"Thanks, I think", I replied.

"Well let’s get your skates on mate". There was a small mirror on the back of the changing room door, Sarah had given me a similar look to herself, I didn’t think I was a beauty but there was little or no sign of Bob. I looked down at the leotard with my faux breasts and my legs, that caused stirrings down below but Lycra and elastic kept things in check.

"Thanks". I whispered.

"What was that?" Asked Sarah.

"Oh nothing important, you are right I don’t look ridiculous". I smiled and the face in the mirror lit up.

Just then another cubicle door opened behind us and Emma emerged. "Hi girls", she said, "aren’t these clothes just dreamy we should have done this before, I wonder what the boys look like?"

Sarah turned me around to face Emma.

"Who’s this then Sarah, I don’t recognise her? Oh my, oh how lovely, Bob is that really you? I can’t call you Bob, you have to be Bobbie. You’re so brave to do that, you look fantastic. Where’s Jack, is he going to be dressing the same way?"

"Jack’s already on the ice in the same costume apparently", I replied, "I didn’t see him as I didn’t expect him to be dressed this way".

"I don’t think you’re right Bobbie he’s only just arrived". Sarah shot her a look.

"Ah, I see. Anything to say Sarah?" I wasn’t angry but I had been played.

"How do you feel Bobbie? You look OK to me, it was only a little white lie, you could have said no."

"And you’re going to spin him the same line?"

"Of course", she smiled.

"OK Emma, let’s get our boots on and see how this feels. Good luck with Jack, Sarah."

The boots fitted well, a bit stiff but that would settle with use. We picked up a name badge, as I expected mine was for Bobbie. Now for the moment of truth as Emma and I held hands and set off across the ice.

"Oooh Bobbie, that cool air whistles around your bits", exclaimed Emma.

"I agree Emma, but as you can imagine I’m even less used to dressing like this", I replied as I felt the air around my legs, I felt very exposed despite the tight fitting layers around me.

"You look so good I’d already forgotten."

We caught up with the four girls already circulating, as with Emma there was an initial look of puzzlement and then big smiles when they recognised me. Sarah had primed them that she would try to get Jack and I to dress up so they weren’t shocked but they weren’t sure we would do it. Of course Jack was still an unknown quantity.

Chapter 2

“You cannot be serious!” A very loud voice carried across the ice

“Is John MacEnroe here?” Asked Tina

“I think they’ve just told Jack what he has available to wear.” Bob replied.

“What’s his problem? You were OK with it.”

“Not so much OK as compromised and Sarah giving me the full doe eye’d treatment.”

“But you’re OK now aren’t you?” She enquired.

“Well it is a lot easier to move around but dressing like a girl is a very new experience.”

“Oh? I thought all boys did it, my brother’s into my things all the time.”

“Oh!” ‘Different worlds’ thought Bob.

Bob changed his course to move closer to where Jack was ‘discussing’ his options with Sarah. She saw Bob and smiled at him but signed that he show stay clear.

Jack was not happy. “What would a boy look like dressed in that? What would Bob say?”

“Shall we ask him?” replied Sarah

“You mean he’s here, I haven’t seen him.” Jack was confused.

“He, maybe I should say she, has skated past you several times.” Sarah smiled again.

“No Way!”

“Way! Come here Bob.” He skated over towards the barrier and stopped a metre short so Jack could see everything.

“You like?” Bob struck a pose and giggled at his friend.

“Man, what can I say, you’re gorgeous, I mean err amazing oh damn. Was there plastic surgery involved?”

Bob Smiled again, “No, just padding and paint, all reversible. Give it a try, I was suckered into it and certainly wasn’t comfortable at first. It does make skating a lot easier and you get used to it quite quickly.”

“Sarah can you make me look like that?”

“Of course not, you’re not as pretty as Bob. Only joking, I’m sure with your long legs you’ll look stunning.”

“Go on mate try it, even if it’s just the once, you’ll make me feel less of a spare part as well.” Bob tried to be encouraging. “And it’ll complete the group so we can practice.”

“If I hadn’t seen you I wouldn’t have believed it possible. Go on then ladies, do your worst but if I look ridiculous I quit.” Jack still looked nervous.

Bob returned to lapping the rink, he caught up with Tina. “So will he do it?” she asked.

“He’s going to give it a try.”

“Good, I don’t know what the fuss is about, being a girl is so much better than being a boy. The clothes are much nicer, there’s no macho posturing and people open doors for you. Yes much better.”

Bob was going to reply but thought better of it. He had to admit he liked the freedom of movement this clothing allowed and had now warmed up so despite the skimpy clothing he was able to start attempting more complicated moves, well complicated for him anyway. He was still aware of He wondered how it would feel without the legwarmers and cardy?

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After a short time Jack & Sarah came onto the ice. Jack had very long legs and they were shown off very well in the ensemble. Bob caught them up as they started to lap the rink.

“Oh man this is seriously weird. I have to stop myself checking you out along with the rest of the girls. The saps rising, so to speak, but it’s well tied down fortunately. Then I think is anyone checking me out? Then I think these clothes feel nice, then I think I shouldn’t be thinking that. It is a lot easier to skate though isn’t it?” Jack was repeating what Bob had felt.

“I agree mate, you look at the girls and think ‘sex on a stick’, don’t they look really good and then the clothes remind you that you look like that as well.” Bob smiled at his friend.

“Don’t smile at me like that I may fall in love.” Jack joked.

“Oh how very dare you!” Bob replied.

To be continued

Chapter 3

Now all the ‘girls’ were assembled and had warmed up the trainers started setting new skills for them to learn.  They had to negotiate a slalom course through cones both forwards and backwards and some of the more confident were learning to hold a course on one leg holding the other leg high. Bob found himself in the advanced group while Jack struggled, his long legs counting against him as he tried to balance.

Bob found it strange and exciting as the trainers skated alongside holding his leg higher to achieve a perfect posture and encouraged him to hold his arms out in a flying pose. Having Rachel the trainer touching his leg while wearing tights made him feel very exposed.

“You’ll find your legs will look better if you de-fuzz Bobbi, we’ve some shiny and sparkly tights that we’ll introduce later when you do a display and your hairs will be noticeable then.”

“Err OK.” replied Bob, ‘like I’ll be wearing this get-up again,’ he thought. “Won’t I be wearing trousers next week?”

“No, we need to have you all looking the same, this will be the standard for your group, I realise it takes a bit of getting used to and you feel exposed but you will really miss the freedom of movement.”  Rachel replied

“I see that but....” He was going to say ‘but I’m a boy’, but XX had left him to attend to one of the girls who had fallen.

The lesson changed to getting the skaters into groups and moving together in a synchronised way. Bob was linked with Sarah and managed to ask her. “What’s going on with the skating gear? Rachel thinks I’m going to be dressed the same next week, she even suggested I shave my legs?”

“I’ll talk to you and Jack later, there’s been a misunderstanding.” She smiled and then the sequence made them separate. Bob looked across at Jack, he was linked in another group, he was smiling and joking with the others, didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Bob on the other hand was thinking ‘I thought this was a mistake, a one off for fun. Of course we’ve worn the stuff now, it can’t be returned. Do they expect me to keep wearing it?’

The session ended and the girls left the ice for the changing room. They normally went for a drink afterwards so everyone would meet in the foyer. Tina followed Bob and offered to help him change which he gratefully accepted. She unzipped the leotard and unclasped his bra. “Get changed and I’ll clean off the makeup for you, I’ve got my bag here, Sarah will look after Jack. “

“Thanks, I’ll wait for you at the mirror.” Bob replied

As he changed out of the skating clothes he did enjoy the feeling the tights as they slid down his legs. ‘They would be better if I shaved’ He thought. Then he came back to reality, ‘what am I thinking, of course not, I’m not wearing this again.’ He placed all the clothes in the bag they had been delivered in and tied it to the boot bag.

Bob left the changing room, Tina took a bit longer but eventually she arrived. She giggled at his appearance. “I’ve a spare dress if you would prefer?”

“You’re very kind,” replied Bob “but no, I’ve had enough of that for one night.”

“Shame, you looked good, you even look girly now.”

“Thanks, that makes me feel so good.”

“My pleasure.” She teased.

Tina cleaned off the makeup and brushed his hair into a more boyish style. “There, back to what passes for normal more’s the pity.”

“Thanks for your help, that was an experience I didn’t expect.”

“I’m sure Jack will be even more pleased to change.” Tina smiled.

As they left the changing rooms, everyone was carrying their kit bags but some of the girls had just put a skirt on for a bit of modesty. Bob liked the look their thick tights gave their legs and the form fitting leotards. Then he remembered he’d looked like that only a few minutes ago. It just didn’t feel right, it wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed it but boys aren’t supposed to wear things like that and especially not go the whole hog with fake breasts and makeup.

The bar was in the ice-rink’s reception area and there were other people in, it had a window to the rink. Another group, all men, had taken to the ice and they were being trained in a similar fashion. A lot of them were clearly inexperienced and they were still in street clothes, there were a lot of jeans with wet bottoms. Bob then realised how easily others had been able to see him.

“They’d look a lot better in proper stretchy lycra trousers and tops.” Observed Tina.

“That’s what Jack and I thought we’d ordered.” Replied Bob.

“Aah.” Said Tina.

“Aah what? You didn’t think we ordered leotards did you?”

“No, I was surprised with what you wore, pleasantly surprised mind.”

“Sarah said something before.” Tina looked like she’d betrayed a confidence.

“And?”

“I think I’d better let her tell you.”

“Oh.” Bob was confused.

They reached the bar, Bob looked for Jack but couldn’t see him, there were only girls there, he could see half of his group sat by the viewing window others were at the bar. The group had a strict no rounds rule as it wasn’t fair on drivers and soft drinks lovers so he bought his own beer and walked over to the group. The bar was dimly lit to avoid distracting the skaters but quick head count showed only two more to come in.

Bob was very surprised to see Jenny and Liz were the last to arrive. Where was Jack?

“Hi dude” He heard Jack’s voice but only saw girls around him.

“Jack?”

“Jackie, if you don’t mind.”

“What the.....”

“I know, seems weird huh.”

Jack was still wearing the skating gear but had a short skirt on, his makeup had been redone from the OTT rink style they’d both had but he was definitely wearing lipstick and eye shadow.

“Did Sarah make you do this?” Asked Bob, his friend looked disturbingly comfortable and convincing.

“No.”

“So why? You kicked up such a fuss before.”

“I just decided I liked it. Sarah leant me a skirt so I could stay dressed a bit longer.”

“But we’re in a public bar, people will see you.” Bob was concerned for his friend.

“Did you notice me?”

“No but.”

“But nothing.” Jack was very calm and assured. “I like it, I like the feel of the clothes, my legs feel marvellous,  I can’t wait to shave my legs to make them feel even better. I like the way people look at me, I loved the skating I was so free.”

“Oh.” Bob was taken aback.

“I’m surprised you didn’t do the same. You loved it too, it was obvious.”

“But I was conned into it, I didn’t want to do it. Boys should only do this as fancy dress, as a one-off, they shouldn’t be trying to be convincing as a girl.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Well I, maybe but no I shouldn’t.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes...” whispered Bob.

“Did anybody die, worlds collide, Pound drop against the dollar?”

“The pound did drop today.”

“Oh you geek!” exclaimed Jack

“No you’re right, I did enjoy it.”

“I’m doing it again next week.” Jack said confidently.

“I can’t, what will the others think of us?”

“Well they seem mightly bothered at the moment.” Jack looked around, their colleagues were happily chatting, occasionally smiling in their direction. “Tina thinks you looked fantastic, you’re in there!” 

“I know, she was very nice to me, very friendly tonight.”  Bob smiled at the thought.

“Look, they need to keep the same number of skaters, we’ve all come through the same training and we’re learning the routine it would take ages to get anyone else in.”

“What about the trainers?”

“They thought we were girls. They changed the order because they thought it was either a mistake or two girls being shy. They didn’t want an unbalanced look to the squad so that’s why we ended up with the leotards. Did you notice our boots are white? Boys wear black.”

“So that’s what Sarah was going to tell us.”

“Yeah she told me as I changed.”

“I’ll think about it, I can’t promise but it is tempting. You look really nice by the way.”

“Thanks.”

To be continued......

Chapter 4

When Bob arrived home his mother was waiting for him as usual. She still worried about her ‘little boy’ and liked to be up when he got home. “Bob, did you have a good night skating?”

“It was good mum, we learned new things, we’re all getting better each time.”

“Did you get the new skating clothes? That must have been a bit different for everybody.”

‘You don’t know quite how different.’ Bob thought. “Yes mum it was great the girls looked lovely.”

“I’m sure they did, I watch the ice skating on TV, it sometimes looks like they’re wearing next to nothing. I’ll bet you and Jack enjoyed that.”

‘And that’s exactly how it feels.’ He thought. “Yes we had to concentrate on the skating not the girls clothes.” He smiled ‘A true statement but not what she thinks it means.

“Well let’s see your outfit, I’ve been looking forward to this all night. On second thoughts why don’t you go and change into it. Afterwards, leave it on top of the hamper and I’ll hand wash it for you, I’m sure the fabrics are delicate.”

“I’m a bit tired mum, can we leave it for tonight?”

“Oh, I was quite looking forward to seeing your uniform...”

Only a mother can do this, pressure without saying anything

“Are you worried it’s too tight or too revealing? I am your mother, you shouldn’t be concerned about me, as far as you’re concerned I’ve seen it all.”

‘Not quite true in this case.’ He thought. There was no point hiding it was there, he’d tell her it was a one off, a joke and he’d be getting proper clothes next week. “OK mum, give me a moment.”

He went o his room and stripped off, as he emptied the skating back he found the bra and panties Sarah had given him earlier, he guessed she wouldn’t be wanting them back. The bra clasp hooked on and he filled the cups with some fresh socks, he ‘tucked’ into the panties and then eased the tights up his legs. Those tights did feel marvellous and he thought wistfully of Jack’s comments about shaving. ‘No I’m not doing this again!’ his sensible side said. Finally he slid the leotard up his legs and pulled it over his smooth front and newly created breasts. This time he managed to raise the zip to the top so the suit fitted up to his neck. Finally he put his hair into a ponytail and held it with a rubber band he found on his desk.

‘Well mum you wanted to see the outfit, here goes.’

As he went downstairs to the living room feeling the carpet through his stocking’d feet he became more apprehensive. At the door he hesitated. “Ready?”

“Ready Bob, come on let’s see you.”

He opened the door and stepped through, holding the skirt he performed a curtsey to his mother. Her eyes and mouth opened very wide, then a fit of giggles set in.

Bob looked hurt, he didn’t like to be laughed at.

“Oh my lovely boy, err girl, don’t look so sad. It’s a super costume just a bit of a shock. You look fabulous, you just need a bit of makeup, nail polish.... “

“I know mother. They did that as well.”

“You mean you actually skated like that? Weren’t you a bit ......”

“At first I was horrified but they conned me that Jack had already dressed up. Strangely after a while I was OK, being dressed this way does allow greater freedom of movement and everyone skated a lot better.”

“Well, what a surprise. A pleasant surprise I assure you, come and sit beside me.” She reached down to her handbag and produced a lipstick. He knew what was coming.

After adding the lipstick some eye shadow and a little mascara his mother had him stand before her again. “Precious! You can be beautiful.”

“Thanks Mother.”

“You are welcome. What about Jack, did he go through with it as well?”

“That was the strangest thing. At first he was really anti, then at the end of the night he was really into it. He went home still dressed as a girl. He said he liked it.”

“And the girls, they were OK?”

“To be honest Mum I think we got on even better than before. I think Tina took a shine to me.”

“How lovely.”

“Yes she’s really nice and everything but she likes me dressed like this.” Bob looked down at the costume, then caught his reflection in the mirror. ‘It does look good’ he thought.

“So, I can see that in one way you are unhappy, you don’t think it’s right to dress up like this. On the other hand you give me the impression that you enjoyed the skating and the attention you got from the ladies.” His Mum could see he was confused.

“I didn’t want to do it at first, then I didn’t want to let the team down, although they conned me there. When Jack was reluctant I encouraged him to join me. I enjoyed the skating and it feels so much more comfortable and you have greater freedom to move than in everyday clothes but when we finished the feeling that this isn’t a right thing for a boy to do re-surfaced and I changed ASAP. “

“I understand this is confusing, if it was a one-off for a party it would be different but from what you’ve shown me the clothes are purchased and it looks like Jack will be back dressed up next week. No pressure then.” She smiled looking at her little lam struggling to make sense of it.

“Yeah, no pressure. No matter how I feel there are 15 others who will be disappointed if I spoil the symmetry.”

“You have to be comfortable about this. That is the only consideration. Yes we like to help and look after our friends but if you are not happy and feel coerced then that’s not good for you. You will have my full respect whichever way you choose. If you decide to continue I can honestly say you look great already and with a few finishing touches even better. Thank you for your courage in showing me and talking it through.”

“Thanks mum for listening.”

“My pleasure, we have always been able to talk haven’t we?”

“Yes Mum thanks.”

“Right then, take these makeup  wipes and get changed for bed I’ll make us some cocoa. Leave the clothes on the side, I’ll launder them for you tomorrow.”

Bob went up the stairs, it felt wrong but nice to wear these things. He liked the feeling when his legs brushed against each other, the all over fit of the tights and leotard. ‘I’m walking freely around my house dressed like a girl and my mum knows and isn’t mad.’ Strange indeed.

The next day he was up and away, nothing was said at breakfast. His Mum waved him off and another working day started as usual.

It was mid morning before he got the chance to take a break, Jack saw him going to the coffee machine and joined him in the breakout area.

“Morning gorgeous, how do you feel today?” Asked Jack.

“Confused.” Replied Bob. “How about you?”

“Confused as well. Pleasantly confused mind.” Jack smiled. “Anyone said anything today?”

“Not a dicky bird. You?”

“No.” Jack paused. “I got a bit carried away last night didn’t I?”

“Well, how can I put this but, yes. You went from outright opposition to embracing femininity in a couple of hours. How did you go on after I left?”

“I went home with Katy and Sarah, they asked if I wanted to change but I felt fine. I thought my flatmates would be still out so I wasn’t worried.”

“I sense a but coming.” Bob smiled.

“Hmmm, well you know Jenny and Tia and George has just moved in. They were still up and as I got in Jenny walked into the hall.”

“So you’re stood there in a skating costume, short skirt, makeup and ......”

“Yes she was a little shocked, the girls had kidded me on about getting a cute leotard when I told them what was happening that night. Actually seeing it was a surprise but she dragged me into the lounge to show me off to the others. We had a few drinks and a good laugh, they wanted to see the costume without the skirt and there’s a few incriminating photo’s. The girls thought it was great and so worryingly did George, he insisted I sit on his knee at one point.”

“Interesting. You’ve an admirer then.”  Laughed Bob.

“Not my type at all, uuuurgh.” Laughed Jack. “Anyway I had to wee so Tia helped me get out of the leotard, I put on a robe for when I came out of the bathroom but she had a short denim dress she insisted I wear, she said I’d look silly with everything else still on like the makeup and bra if I changed into boy clothes. It was an easy choice to make so I did it.”

“Glad to hear you got comfortable, you have had a thing for Tia for a while.”

“It gets better, we went down and the other two were calling it a night so she said let’s have a coffee, I’ll make it for us. I felt a bit odd sitting on the settee in a dress, her dress, with a beautiful girl.”

“And?”

“Well now it got really weird, she’s about the same size as me and she was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. She says ‘come and sit on my knee, I was envious of George earlier’. I thought don’t miss an opportunity and where’s the harm?”

“In the context of last night seems reasonable.” Bob now felt his night had been restrained in comparison.

“You could say that. Anyway in no time at all she starts stroking my legs, telling me how sexy the tights were and holding me around the waist, moments later we were kissing. It was one hell of a buzz I can tell you. We ended up in her room I had to creep back to mine this morning.”

“Result.”

“Maybe, will she still love me as Jack? I’m not complaining though. How about you?”

Bob told Jack about his mum and how she’d been supportive.  “I’m torn between it being a bit of fun and something I shouldn’t be doing. Once, fine it’s like a fancy dress party, but again and again, where does it end? They’ve supplied the gear now, we’re expected to wear it they even think we are girls. Explaining that will be tortuous especially as we went along with it and let them believe they were right. I keep getting thoughts like, my legs would look better shaved, my mum said ‘there’s a few little things we could do’ to make you better. I feel I would like to try but keep coming back to a discomfort over if it’s really right. In the end the skating’s not that important even though the rest would be inconvenienced if I pull out until someone else joined.“

“I understand.” Said Jack. “I’ve thought it through and like you say, once or even twice it’s a bit of fun. To continue is a commitment we’d have to make. I’m leaning towards doing it but will try again next week before I’m sure. I did enjoy myself, I’m going to buy some hair remover tonight and try that, maybe pick up a few girly clothes and try them during the week. Heaven knows what Tia might try on me.”

As they were talking Sarah passed by. “Hi guys will you meet me for lunch, I think we have to talk.”

To be continued…………….

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Chapter 5

Jack and Bob followed Sarah when they she left for the canteen. After some small talk in the sandwich queue they sat down at a quiet table.

“Did you enjoy yourselves last night?” she asked

“Yeah, but no, but....” Bob replied

“Thought so, and you Jack?”

“The same, but different.” Jack laughed at his ridiculous reply

“I can always rely on you two for a reasoned discussion.” Sarah smiled. “OK, first off I’m sorry, on behalf of everyone who knew that there weren’t any boy clothes and conned you into dragging up. We had a laugh, I think you had a bit of fun but it has left us in at least one awkward position.”

“Hmmm, we have been agonising as well.” Replied Jack. “Speaking for myself, I really enjoyed the experience as a one off, if we’re being completely honest here I actually enjoyed myself and think I’ve found a new hobby. However, when I’d come down and found out that the trainers are convinced we are girls that left the future as a problem. Do I dress up again each week? If so, for how long? What if somebody finds out? What if the company finds out? What about you Bob?”

“Like you Jack, the night was a bit of fun, then the reality and the potential future problems as Bob has identified. Part of me likes the dressing up, the other part of me finds it weird, I am confused. I showed my mother the costume, she liked it and was suggesting improvements. It would have been easier if she’d been shocked/disgusted etc.”

“Much as I thought guys.” Sarah nodded. “After the fantasy there’s always reality bringing things down.  As I said we have some reactions to overcome. First, as you realised, the trainers think you’re girls. That’s not insurmountable as we can say it was a joke cum mistake. I think they would be OK, but they are working on a routine that requires 16 equal participants and to have you back as boys that either means we have to replace you or they have to re-work things to suit. To be honest it would take time to get anyone else in and more important we don’t see why we should lose you two either.”

“We guessed that would be the case, I am prepared to withdraw, if it would help, but it seems that would cause as many problems as staying.” Jack replied.

“Right, you may be surprised by the other issue. When we were sorting out the uniforms some of the girls were uncomfortable with their skimpiness with you two around and were lobbying for trousers or leggings. They came to me and said they felt a lot better with us all being the same, many of the others thought you looked and behaved in a ladylike manner and didn’t make fun of it. They appreciated your bravery and again were at ease with you on the ice and afterwards.”

 “I suppose I’ll have to take that as a compliment.” Said Bob.

“You should. They didn’t have any problems and would not think less of you for continuing. The group supports everyone in it.”

“OK, I’m getting the vibe that the general drift of your points is for us to do it again.” Said Bob.

“In a strange way it seems to be easier, doesn’t it?” Sarah replied. “What I’d be uncomfortable with is that you end up doing it because of the pressure upon you. Because of that, and despite everything I’ve said, I want to take the pressure off you and tell the trainers the truth then they can decide.”

“Don’t do that.” Said Jack. “Let me and Bob talk it through. We have to come to a decision together and we’ll take the consequences.”

“Agreed,” said Bob “We’ll talk it through between us.”

“OK boys, get back to me ASAP will you?” Sarah picked up her lunch and left them to their discussion. Once they could not see her she smiled, ‘I think that went well,’ she thought, ‘hopefully they’ll come up with the right decision and they’ll feel that they made it. Better not to tell them about Mr. Williams from the board coming to watch next week.’

“Did that help?” Asked Jack.

“Well, sort of, maybe a bit.” Replied Bob.

“No, I didn’t think so either.” Said Jack. “Here’s my idea, tell Sarah the squad needs some reserves and get another two girls to join. While they’re getting up to speed we say we’ll do it for, let’s say, 6 weeks. Then you, or I, have an out, we could join that male group that come on later if we wish and we haven’t let anyone down. If you, or I, decide we like it, then fine, just continue.”

“I have a feeling you’ll continue. However 6 weeks, that’s a big commitment.” Said Bob. He thought for a moment.  “Go one then it seems equitable for everyone and as long as my mum doesn’t turn me permanently into a girl in the period I think I can stand it.”

“You haven’t started a relationship with a girl who’s wild about you in dresses.” Jack looked wistful. 

“To be honest I think Tia is thinking that way too. She was certainly a lot more interested in me.”

“Maybe she’s gay?”

“Maybe, it’ll be fun finding out.” Bob was loosening up.

“So we’re agreed then?”

“Against my better judgement, no go on, let’s do it but make Sarah sweat for a bit.”

Nothing more was said, Jack sent Sarah a text that night, they didn’t hear back from her.

When Bob got home, his mother had the evening meal on. “Hello dear, good day? Food on the table in 10 minutes,” she called.

“Yes Mum, thanks.” He went up to his room to change out of his work suit, he wanted to get his own place but he didn’t really earn enough and had to admit the benefits of mother looking after him. As he hung his suit away he noticed the skating suit hung up with the underwear and tights in a little bag attached to the hanger. There were some other unfamiliar shopping bags and a new suit cover in the wardrobe but he didn’t have the time to check them as he hurried to wash and change ready for the meal.

“Thank-you for doing my laundry.” Bob said as his mother handed him his meal.

“My pleasure, I never expected to have to wash my son’s delicates.” His mother smiled. “I’ve done a little shopping for you today.”

“I noticed the bags, what did I need?” He suspected it would be connected to the skating but wasn’t sure.

“I’ll show you later.” She said in a conspiratorial manner.

They finished the meal, Bob cleared and washed up and they watched a little mindless TV.

“Are you interested in what I’ve bought?”

“Of course, I have my suspicions, let’s go and have a look.” Bob saw his mother was enjoying this as he followed her upstairs.

They went to his room and she took the bags from his wardrobe.

“Bob I love you very much and I don’t want you to do anything you are not happy with. You were very brave to show me the costume. I’m sure many a boy would have hidden things away. If you don’t want to continue I understand.”

“I have an update for you mum. Jack and I have come to an agreement to continue for six weeks until they either find replacements or can re-jig the routine for us as boys.”

“I think that’s a good compromise, I realise you are not entirely comfortable with this but don’t want to let your friends down. I’m proud of you son. I expected you would probably come up with a solution like that so I took the liberty of obtaining some things to help you.”

“From what you said last night I guessed you might.” Bob smiled at his mum.

“As I washed it I looked at the bra you brought home and compared it with the measurements we took for that suit you bought recently. It’s only a little bit too small but that would be uncomfortable for you and cause strap lines to show under your costume. Also the one I’ve bought is a t-shirt cum sport bra that’s intended to have as few seams as possible. Slip your top off and let’s try it on.”

Bob did as he was told, it was surreal to have your mum fitting you for a bra. She showed him how to attach the clasps at the rear and how she adjusted the straps to ensure the cups were lined up over his nipples.

“That’s good mum, certainly more comfortable than before.”

“Excellent, in addition I think you’ll agree  that your rolled up socks weren’t the best simulation of a booby so I’ve got you these, they’re known as ‘helpers’ and are for girls who are late starters.”

She handed him the silicon blobs and they both laughed as they wobbled and joggled about. They even had a small nipple moulded on. Mum helped him put the blobs into his bra.

“Oooh that’s cold.”

“You softie, they’ll warm up quickly. You will find the movement disconcerting at first but we ladies get used to it and they do require us to move in a gentle and ladylike fashion. Now we can finish adjusting the bra straps.”

Bob looked at his chest in the mirror, it was certainly more convincing than before.  The weight and slight movement would take some getting used to.  Mother reached into the bag again and produced what looked like a flesh toned panty.

“This is a gaff, male dancers use them to keep everything under control and smooth at the front. There are some instructions with them, I’ll leave you alone to try them on.

Bob was amazed, mum was really into this but she and dad had always said do the best you can. He slipped off his trousers and pants and followed the instructions. The result was smooth fronted panty with a high waist. Mum knocked on the door and came back in.

“That’s better.” She said as if finding your son in bra and panties was quite normal. “Feel Ok?”

“Yes mum fine.”

“Good now let’s try your skating suit on again and see if it looks better.”

Again he had the sensations of pulling the heavyweight tights up his legs, the thought ‘I really must shave them’ came back into his mind and the second skin feel of the leotard as it fitted around his body, especially  the modified bits, as his mother zipped up the neck. She had him stand back after a little primping and pulling to get things straight.

“Oh, that’s much better, the lines are smoother and the chest is much more convincing.”

Bob looked in the mirror and saw she was right, it wasn’t a massive change but the look was just more realistic, he liked the way his chest jiggled as he moved. Mum saw his delight as he posed and smiled.

“Now try this as well.” She handed him what appeared to be a piece of black cloth. “It’s a wrap around skirt for a bit of decorum after you finish skating, I thought of it after you said about Jack in the bar.”

“I’ve no intention of going into the bar dressed like this.”

“Very well, but you have it if you need it, you can take the suit off now.” She unzipped the leotard and he slipped it and the tights off. As he started to reach for the bra she stopped him and reached for another bag.

“More bags?”

“Of course, you know I don’t do things by halves.” From the first bag she produced hair removal cream, a makeup set and hairbrushes. From the second bag more underwear appeared. “There’s a spare sport bra like the one you’re wearing and a spare gaff.”

“What’s this other lingerie for?” Bob looked puzzled.

“To be a girl convincingly you need to practice. I have bought you two sets of lingerie and in your wardrobe are a couple of dresses that would suit a girl of your age. I have bought you some shoes and hosiery as well.”

“So you want me to dress as a girl away from the ice?”

“I think it would be good practice for you to learn about being a girl and for that I think you need to dress as one and be as feminine as possible.”

“I’ve only got to do six weeks then it’s over.”

“Then make them the best six weeks you can. You will learn a lot.”

“You’re right, of course.”

“Of course I am. I’m your mother and I’m always right.” She punched him playfully on the arm. “Let’s get you ready then, first put on these tights, they’re black opaque 60 den so we won’t need to worry about your leg hair showing.”

Bob put on the tights, they were easier to manage than the really thick skating tights and they had a nice sheen that made his legs look and feel good.

“Next, this is a slip, it smoothes out the impact of your underwear and as a bonus it feels absolutely marvellous.”

He pulled the slip over his head and his mother was right, it felt cool and silky as it slid down his body and fitted over ‘his’ breasts.  Next she handed him a fine knit wool dress which he stepped into, mother zipping him in from behind.

“This will be enough for tonight, put on these ballet shoes and then sit at my dresser and I’ll style your hair.“

She brushed his hair out, then used clips to hold it at the side.

“All we will do tonight is sit and watch TV and you can get used to the feel of the clothes. Tomorrow we’ll do your legs and start to learn make up.”

“OK mum.” It was a done deal, mum was in charge.

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Chapter 6

The following day Bob and Jack again had coffee together, they had just started to chat when Sarah joined them. “I got your note guys, that is a really kind offer and I appreciate how difficult this is for you. I really don’t want to have you leave the squad over something that wasn’t your fault.”

“We don’t want to leave either, but we can’t see any other way forward.” Jack wanted to make sure Sarah knew that. “I find it hard to understand but I actually don’t mind dressing up in fact I find it liberating and quite exciting. The downside is that there could be embarrassment if Bob and I were found out and especially if the company got interested.”

“I want you to stay involved, you’ve offered us 6 weeks and we can try to get some more people in. If that doesn’t work then they’ll just have to re-jig the performance.” Sarah was adamant.

“Performance?” asked Bob

“Yes the trainers want to enter us in a fun competition at the rink, you’re marked on improvement not necessarily the best performance.” Said Sarah.

“That would be fun to be involved in.” Bob was interested.

“OK leave it with me, I’ll keep you informed. You are sure you don’t mind doing this.”

“I think you’ll find my appearance enhanced next week.” Said Bob , “My mother has taken an interest in improving me,  I’m beginning to suspect she always wanted a daughter.”

“My girlfriend regards me as an interesting project, I’m sure it’ll be a game we play from now on.” Jack laughed. “My legs feel so good.”

“You did it already then.” Said Bob. “Apparently it’s my turn tonight.”

“So at least you two will have learned what we ladies go through for you.”

“My respect for the fairer sex has increased enormously, the days of getting ready in 5 minutes are over.”

“In view of the performance I might arrange an extra night tomorrow, will you be free?”

“No problem.” Said Bob.

“I’ve nothing on.” Replied Jack

“Apart from an off the shoulder number maybe?” joked Bob.

“Maybe too close to the truth...” responded Jack.

“Good. I’m asking around now. It will be worth it even if we can’t get everyone there but the more the merrier. “With that Sarah left.

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That night when Bob got home his mum had a casserole bubbling away on the stove. “Dinner will be ready in an hour or so, we have plenty of time to get going. I’ve left the depilatory cream for you in the shower, follow the instructions carefully, if you leave it on too long it can irritate. It’s up to you how far you go but I’d make sure your legs and forearms are done.  It will grow back don’t worry, we women are in a constant battle with the stuff. There’s a moisturising cream that will make your skin feel nice there as well.”

“OK mum.” Bob sighed, it seemed like a ‘no going back’ step to take but he was intrigued about how he would look and feel. He hung up his work clothes and got into the cubicle. The cream didn’t smell nice but it went on OK, he read the instructions in advance and had set his watch timer for the 15 minutes it took to work.  It was quite a shock to see so much hair blocking the plughole, he had gone for broke and covered everything from the neck down. He was glad for the cooling effect of the moisturiser as his skin had started to smart. He put on his robe and returned to his room. Immediately he could feel the smoothness of his skin against the robe.

His mother had left him clothes to wear laid out on his bed. First a pair of control panties followed by a pair of tights in a fine denier, these had an electric feel on his hairless legs and with their light sheen showed them off beautifully. ‘No need for heavy opaque’s now’ he thought.

A Bra with his inserts was next and to finish a polo neck fine wool sweater and a short denim skirt that came mid-way up his thigh.  ‘No time for fancy hair and makeup.’ He thought. ‘But the basic look is OK. My legs feel great it’s nice not to have to wear really thick tights, these finer ones are less restrictive and cooler’. He slipped on some slippers and headed down for his evening meal.

“Was that OK?” Asked his mother

“Left me a little itchy but the moisturising cream helped, thank you.” He replied

“It’ll pass, feels nice though doesn’t it.”

“You suddenly feel all the fabrics and of course female clothes are softer and silkier than I’m used to. Very nice indeed.“

After their dinner had settled mother took him to her vanity and instructed him in basic makeup application. It took several attempts before he started to master blending eye shadow and lining his eyes with a pencil. Once she was happy he had that right she showed him how to use curling tongs and brushes to create a style. Eventually she was satisfied and he had done most if not all of the work.

“Well done. You’ve listened and learned, remember it takes practice to become proficient. You can experiment and I will help you but it’s best that you keep trying.”

“Thanks Mum, I didn’t realise the work that goes into it.”

“As with all thinks it’s the base level that must be right before you can finish the job, remember that and you’ll be OK. Now you have the look let’s walk the walk.”

“Pardon?”

“Shoes, heels to be precise, they take practice for any girl but you’ve suddenly changed and are having to deal with the clothes and your new breasts that shift your centre of gravity slightly.”

“I see, more practice I expect.”’ There’s an awful lot to this.’ thought Bob.

“Technique and practice, it’ll just feel comfortable once you’ve mastered it. Doing it properly is something a lot of girls don’t achieve because they don’t try hard enough.”

His mother handed him a pair of boots with a high heel. “These will encourage you to keep the shape you need.” It felt strange to slide his foot into the arched shoe part of the boot and the restriction of the boot upper as he zipped it up. His mother helped him stand and regain his balance.

“Are they comfortable?” she asked.

“Yes not too tight, a bit like the skating boots but the arching position of my foot on the heel is new. “

“There is a little flexibility in these boots but not too much. You will be tired and uncomfortable from wearing them at first but it will improve. We’ll do an hour tonight and then build it up day by day.”

Bob spent the next half hour staggering and wobbling in the boots. When he finally got used to pointing his toe and not striding out but shortening his stride he began to get better.  As his mother said after an hour he was getting tired and his feet were hurting.  She had him remove the boots and slip on some high heeled mules so his feet would retain the shape.

Concentrating on the boots had allowed him to forget the short skirt but now he liked the freedom. His legs were ‘clothed’ by the tights but these were very light, much lighter than the skating ones. His mother made him move around in the mules including getting a tray of drinks from the kitchen to the living room that just made it with only a small spill.

Every time Bob stood up and sat down he was coached in the appropriate feminine movements. Eventually it was late and Bob cleansed his makeup off and changed into the nightdress his mother had laid out for him. He kept the bra and panties on underneath to keep the correct body shape and his modesty. He added a robe on top and watched a bit of late night telly with his mum then went to bed.

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The next day he again set off for work early, he heard from Sarah that only half the team would be there tonight but they would be able to work with that.  He got home early, he’d told mum about the extra session so he just had some coffee and biscuits.

“You know, it would save time if you got dressed before you went out.” Said mum.

“Hmm I don’t fancy leaving the house dressed like that.” Bob replied.

“It’s not that bad an idea if you wore your sweat pants and shirt over the top. We can get you adjusted above and below before you leave.”

“OK, I’d better not end up in casualty though.”

“I’d be worried about a lot more than the clothes you were wearing if that happened.”

“Yes sorry mum, not a joking matter.”

“No.”

Bob went to his room and got dressed. The heavy denier tights felt good on his legs as he expected and he thought they looked really good. With everything tucked away and his inserts in the bra he had to ask his mum for help in pulling the zip up to the neck on the leotard. She brushed his hair out and put it into a ponytail. He stepped back and admired himself in the mirror. ‘Hmm, could lose a bit of weight off the waist. Oh heck I’m doing it again.’

“I’ll do the makeup when I arrive, that would be a step too far at the moment.” He said.

“You could just do the foundation?”

“No, not tonight. Let me ease in to this, I feel self conscious about the clothes even if they are under wraps. ”

 “Of course. You look lovely again by the way. “

“Thanks, I think.” Bob said as he put on the outer layer to hide the skate wear. Tights under trousers felt odd but nice.

“Get on with you and have a good night, I’ve packed everything you need.” She handed him his Gym and boot bag and gave him a kiss.

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Bob was very conscious of what was on his chest and what wasn’t between his legs as he left the house. He was sure anyone who looked at him would see. Another new feeling came as he put on his seat belt and felt it nestle between his ‘breasts’.

He soon reached the skate rink and still self conscious looked for his colleagues before leaving the car. He saw Sarah walking towards the centre talking to a man in a suit and decided to pass on the inevitable introductions, then he saw Tina parking her car, he decided he would go in with her.

“Hiya!” Tina saw him approach. “I’m glad you are here.”

“Good to see you too. Who’s that with Sarah?”

“Dunno, is Jack coming tonight?”

“He said he would, I haven’t seen him since dinner he was in a meeting.”

“And the big question are your dressing the same again? I do hope so you both looked lovely and it made everyone the same.”

“Well you’ll be please to know the answer is yes.” Bob smiled at her unaffected enthusiasm as if it were perfectly normal to have a man in a leotard. “In fact I’m already dressed.”

“Wow that’s cool. Just like me.” She said as she linked arms with him. “I must admit I thought your body shape was more ladylike. No make up though?”

“I will on the rink if you wish.”

“Oh yes, let me do it. Were you going to do your own?”

“Yes my mum’s been training me.”

“Any thing else? Dresses? Have you been out like that?”

“Yes, Yes, No. Mum thought it would be better for me to learn how girls move and behave if she gave me some girly lessons. No I haven’t been out I’m still a little shy about this.”

“Oh I’d love to see you in a dress, I’m sure you looked wonderful.” Bob looked a little unhappy. “Oh I’m sorry, you do look great as a boy too.”

“Thanks.” That lifted his spirits, but not as much as the big kiss Tina gave him.

They walked arm in arm towards the centre and after checking in at reception went through to the changing rooms. There was no sign of Sarah or anyone else so they got on with getting ready.

Bob slipped off his ‘sweats’, and put on his boots then sat at the mirror, he was admiring his legs when Tina came out.

“Lovely legs! Did you shave or wax?” She asked with a wicked smile. “Removal cream.” He replied. “Mmmm they look better, you weren’t bad the other night but that’s a nice improvement. May I say that your boobies are looking remarkable too?”

“Thank-you for the compliment, just what a boy wants to hear.” Bob stuck his tongue out at her.  “Mother’s work again, she’s very thorough.” He stole a glance at Tina’s fine pair. She smiled

“So I see, with a little off the waist you’d have a stunning girls body.”

“My self esteem is just soaring...” Bob pulled a glum face.

“Well I’d better use some powder and paint to make you beautiful then.” Tina grinned at Bob.

She hadn’t gone as dramatic as the other night and applied a similar look to Bob. She showed him the steps she took, with a light foundation and subtle shades of eye shadow and lipstick but each had a sparkle He liked what she had done, it was different to the style his mother had tutored and was more appropriate for a ‘girl’ his age.

“Thanks Tina, not a skill I expected to be learning but I will always be forgiving for any girlfriend I have to wait for in future.”

“Any girlfriend? Anyone in mind?” She teased.

“I would be very, very, happy to go out with you if you can tolerate this weird situation.”

“I never realised I would be so grateful for kiss proof lipgloss.” She smiled, then kissed him on the lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Bob was really happy now and almost forgot what he was wearing. A disapproving cough and black look from a lady coming out of her changing stall brought them back down to earth. Once she’d gone they had a fit of the giggles. They remembered their name tages, pulled on their legwarmers and left the changing area.

No one else had turned up as yet so they decided to get out on the ice. There was no sign of the instructors or Sarah either so they started the warm up routines they’d been shown. This time they were aware of other skaters on the rink, they hadn’t got exclusive use tonight. Bob was a little wary at first and stayed close to Tina.

They had been skating for 10 minutes and finally some of their colleagues appeared, Bob got the thumbs up from everyone as they passed including Jack. Bob was amazed to see Jack was wearing a short denim skirt and a lightweight jacket over his skating gear, He did have legwarmers on but was also fully made-up, to anyone who didn’t know he was just another girl skater.

‘I just couldn’t do that’ thought Bob ‘The man’s mad, happy but mad.’  

“Did you see Jack?” Asked Tina.

“I couldn’t miss him.” Laughed Bob.

“I’ve spotted Sarah, she talking to the suit she came in with, up in the bar.”

“You’re right in fact I think there’s more than one.”

They and their colleague always referred to the senior managers as ‘suits’ apart from marketing who were referred to as the ‘empty suits’J.

“Strange, anyway no matter, let’s skate together.”

Up until now they’d had no problems, Tina noticed admiring glances from some of the boys on the rink which were directed equally at Bob as well as herself. However when they started skating as a pair they attracted unwanted attention from two lads started to shadow them and call out.

Tina and Bob ignored them and continued their circuits. The lads behaviour had not gone un-noticed and a manager was on his way when despite more of their colleagues being on the ice one of the boys deliberately checked Tina causing her to pull Bob down with her. Almost as soon as they had fallen they were being helped up be their colleagues who had surrounded the two yobs. Fortunately the manager and his assistant who looked like they were ex ice hockey bruisers ‘escorted’ the numpty’s from the ice to applause from everyone else.

“You OK?” Asked Bob

“Fine, just my pride is bruised. Come on let’s keep going.”

They had done two more circuits when Sarah appeared at the rink-side.

“Tina, Bobbi are you OK?” she called.

“We’ll live, maybe a bruise or two in the morning. Who’s your friends?” Asked Tina

“Aha, you spotted them then?”

“Yes come on then, they’re from work aren’t they.” Bob was curious, why were work interested?

“Yes they are.” Replied Sarah. “They were here at the previous session as well. They don’t know you as individuals but they do know which department we work in, and they can do maths.”

“Meaning?”

“They know that there is a group of 16 people from a department of the company that has 14 girls and 2 boys and they saw 16 girls on the ice last time.”

“Ah.” Said Bob

“Oops.” Said Tina.

“Precisely.” Said Sarah.

To be continued………….

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Chapter 7

“So what does this mean for me and Jack?”

“The company like to be seen to support staff activities, it allows them to give a positive spin regarding employee welfare and morale to their investors and customers. They can be very generous with time and equipment in return for positive publicity. I know this sounds very party-line but this is the corporate world that I’d like to get promoted into some day so forgive me.” Sarah said.

“I can see their position.” said Bob.

“Yes they’ve already offered to pay for the equipment we have and a further set if a small corporate logo is added, expect corporate t-shirts and shell suits etc. to follow. Days off and bonuses are also being mentioned.”

“Which is all very well but....”

“Yes, the ‘but’.” Sarah looked serious. “I really should discuss this with Jack here as well but since we’ve started I’ll tell you now. They have decided that our department will get corporate clothing, new office and an office equipment re-furbish. It will be a carrot to others to show what can happen if you support ‘the company’.”

“That sounds great.” Said Tina. “There’s still a catch right?”

“Yes. The clothing will be dresses, skirts, blouses etc. for the 16 ‘girls’ in the skating team. They expect that the two ‘tomboys’ who currently attend in male clothing will conform to the new dress code.”

Bob looked stunned, Tina smiled at first then realised that this wasn’t a game and Bob wouldn’t be dressing for fun, she held his hand.

“Don’t we, I mean Jack and I, to say nothing of the others, get a say in this?” Asked Bob.

“You’re a nice guy Bob but a little naive at times. Of course you and Jack have a choice, but let’s say it’s a ‘stay in the team and the company’, or not, sort of choice. The same goes for any of the others who don’t like it.” Sarah said with a serious expression. “This isn’t coming from me, I’m just the messenger.”

“They can’t do this can they?” Said Tina.

“They already have. The uniform measurement team will be at work the day after tomorrow, the refurbishment plans were approved this afternoon.” Replied Sarah. “I’m sorry Bob, I never expected this to happen. Go skate, relax and let it sink in, I’ll speak with Jack now. We’ll all speak later.”

Bob was stunned, he was hoping to build a career at this company, he’d already taken advantage of training leading to qualifications and had hoped like Sarah to move up the corporate tree in time.

“What do I do Tina?” Bob said as Sarah left them.

“I really can’t advise you Bob. It’s not fair and it’s not right. I’ve been honest with you, I enjoy your dressing up for fun, but this is another level, this is your free choice being taken away.”

“I’ve worked hard to get to my current position, I don’t want to give that up, on the other hand if I’m going to dress up as a girl then I feel that I want to be the person who decides that I’m doing it not the corporation. Bum! Why does life have to be so complicated?”

The news spread as Sarah chatted with the people there. No one knew what to say to Bob and Jack. Jack as ever laughed when he was told, much as Bob expected. ‘The way he’s been recently it’s probably a dream come true for him’ thought Bob.

With his mind elsewhere Bob skating was rubbish, towards the end of the session he fell again and ripped his tights. He decided to go and get changed, Tina saw he was upset and followed him.

“What a night!” he said.

“Well no matter what we’ve got each other.” Tina held him in the privacy of the changing room. Confusing sensations swept them both as they held their bodies close. The fine fabrics and breasts colliding were an unusual feeling for both of them.

Tina helped Bob out of the leotard and he stripped off the ripped tights.

“Let’s see what you have in your bag?” Tina started to rummage. “Here take these.”

He slipped the camisole top on and was starting to put on the blue opaque tights before he stopped himself. “Where did these come from?”

“They were in your bag.” Replied Tina. “Come on, it’ll save taking your makeup off.”

“Whatever’s easiest?” Bob replied dejectedly and finished pulling on the tights.

Tina then handed him a denim dress and a pair of blue court shoes. After he put them on she looked at him. “Good enough to eat.”

“Only if it’s you doing the eating.” He said.

She laughed and stripped off her skate gear. When she was just in her bra and panties she gave him another big hug and a kiss.

“I could get used to this.” Said Bob, his mood lifting slightly.

“I presume you don’t mean the clothes?” She teased.

“No.” He took the joke and his smile returned.

Tina quickly dressed in a short skirt and silky blouse. “We’ll just brush your hair and then we’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“A meeting in the bar.” She said.

“I can’t go dressed like this, it just confirms the suits policy.”

“They’ve gone already, Sarah told me. Don’t worry you look fine, much better than fine in fact I don’t want anyone stealing you away.”

“Funny”

“Look at yourself. You ‘would’ wouldn’t you?” Tina was serious.

“I don’t think I’m in ‘my’ league.” Bob chuckled at the craziness of it all.

They took their bags and left the changing rooms and went up the bar area, Bob was still hesitant on the unfamiliar heels but he managed OK. He was sure people would pick him out and stare but all he got were a few appreciative glances from men they passed on the stairs.

Sarah was waiting for them in the bar.

“How are you Bob?”

“Been better.”

“I understand. You have everyone’s support. I think they would all jack it in rather than see you forced to comply.”

Bob smiled “That’s good to hear but I won’t expect that from anyone, the company would find some way of punishing them. People have to be careful of their jobs in this current financial climate. How did Jack take it?”

“I’m not sure. Initial bravado as you’d expect, then a little introspective like you. He said doing things for fun is one thing but being compelled is another. He brightened up later though.” Sarah replied.

“He’s really into it, I think he’ll be happy enough. What do we know about what happens next?”

“If you don’t mind I’ll go through that when the others have assembled.”

“Fair enough.”

It was 10 more minutes before any of the others arrived in which time Bob & Tina were offered drinks twice and were aware of several guys clocking them. Tina thought this was funny, Bob felt like he was on display which the vultures circled.

Eventually everyone got to the bar, Jack was in a skirt again, said hello, but stayed with the girls he’d been skating with as Sarah convened the meeting.

“I’ve spoken to you all and given you the gist of what’s occurring, now we’re all together I’ll tell you everything I know.

Basically the company intend to exploit our skating team for promotional purposes, both internal and external. They have seen 16 girls skating so that’s what they will have in the department. Jack and Bob were compromised into dressing up as girls at our earlier session and we’d been working on a plan to get them out of that, they kindly agreed to continue dressing up for a few more weeks to allow me to get new members or allow them to make a final decision to continue. They were doing this for fun. I’m assured by some of my female colleagues that their sexuality is not in question (laughter) and am confident that they were having some fun despite a little initial embarrassment.

The day after tomorrow the company expects our department of 16 ‘girls’ in skirts or dresses to attend work. There you will be measured for your new corporate uniforms which will be delivered next week and will be compulsory wear from then on. They will cover the cost of the kit we’ve already provided and will purchase a new competition standard strip with a corporate logo. There will be special leave for training and attendance of events and some photo opportunities and corporate events you will be expected to attend, both here, and at the HQ in Germany.

Local management are now quite aware that Jack and Bob are not girls but the decision was taken before they knew this and they will not waver as this would cause embarrassment and questions at HQ.

I think this is completely wrong and my first inclination was to tell them to stuff it. My more reasoned, reflective decision is to put up with it. My partner has been out of work for months, can I afford to have such principles? Anyway for me the worst is that I’m forced to wear a corporate female uniform that’s OK I’m a girl. Admittedly I have a part of my social life annexed and controlled but I can stand that. For Bob and Jack however despite them joining in they’ve been completely compromised. I accidentally started it but the company have locked them down.

So sorry Jack and Bob, I will be at work and accepting their offer, I don’t know what they will do if you fail to comply. I suspect a ‘go quietly’ payoff, or threat to spread bad reviews if you make a fuss.

I’d love to say let’s all get very drunk but I realise most have driven here so let your conscience and the needs of your family guide you, sorry guys.” As she stopped speaking the tears were welling up and she left the room. There was a silence as the team took the news in.

Several girls came to Bob and sympathised while trying to lighten the moment by congratulating him on his courage and the dress he was wearing, some others clearly thought that his wearing a dress off the rink indicated acquiescence.

Jack stood up soon afterwards and picked up his bags. “See you mate.” He said to Bob, he was smiling but clearly didn’t want to stop and talk.

“Come on, let’s go as well, there’s nothing more to say here.” Said Tina.

“Would you like to come back for a coffee at mine?” asked Bob. He knew her route home went past where he lived. “I’d like to talk in private if that’s OK.”

“Fine by me. Get your coat, you’ve pulled.” She teased.

“I thought the bloke was supposed to say that.” He stopped himself. “Hmmm. I suppose there isn’t one here at the moment.”

“Come on Bobbi let’s go, did you hurt yourself when you fell from heaven?” She smacked his bottom as he stood up.

“One more pick up line and ....” Tina ran ahead to avoid any retaliation.

They went to their cars and she agreed to follow him, it was dark now and he didn’t feel so exposed. He found it easier to drive in stockinged feet rather than struggle with the heels. He found it curiously liberating to drive dressed this way, trousers are very confining and he felt comfortable. The traffic was light and he had no trouble.

‘Now what to tell mum?’ he thought as he arrived home. Thankfully the road was dark and quiet as he parked in the drive and Tina pulled up behind him.

Bob slipped his shoes back on and grabbed his bag, Tina followed he noticed she had brought her bag in too. “Nice house.” She said.

“Yes, just mum and me rattling around in it and it’s a nice area as well.”

Bob opened the door. “Hi mum.” It wasn’t late so he expected her to be watching TV.

“Hello dear, good night? I see you found the clothes I packed and who is this lovely young lady?”

“This is Tina from work and the skating. “

“Well good evening my dear Bob has mentioned you more than once.” Mum said with a sly wink. “Come in, leave your bag in the hall Bob can take it up later. Bob, manners, get the kettle on we ladies have to talk.”

“Yes mum.” Bob went off to the kitchen. ‘What did she mean take her bag up?’

A few minutes later Bob had prepared a pot of tea and biscuits and went into the lounge where Tina and his mum were talking like old friends.

“I like what Tina did with your makeup, it’s a younger style and suits you better.”

Bob smiled “Do you realise how daft this is I have brought a girl home to meet my mum, I’m dressed as a girl and you are complimenting me on my makeup.”

“I know, but you do make a lovely girl.” Mum was teasing him.

“I like Bob and Bobbi don’t worry.” Said Tina joining in.

“This is all so surreal.” Bob replied.

“Anyway Bob, Tina tells me you have a problem with work. Sit down next to Tina and tell me all about it.”

Bob and Tina recounted the story. Bob had made no comment on what decision he had made either at the rink or up to now.

“I think that this is very wrong, it places you in a very difficult position and doesn’t give you a lot of time to choose either. Have you made any decision Bob?” asked his mother.

“I don’t want to lose my job. I don’t want to give up skating with my friends. I don’t want to be a girl. I don’t mind dressing up on occasion it’s fun, Tina’s cool with it. As we went in tonight everything was great, we’re together, work and social life were good.  Now I’m lost, I have to choose but don’t like either choice.”

“Quite right Bob, it’s totally unfair.” Said Tina.

“I agree. I’ve had a thought, I have a friend who knows employment law, I’ll give her a call.” 

After his mum left the room Tina snuggled into his shoulder and he put his arm round her. In a short time she had fallen asleep leaving Bob with his thoughts trying to stay still.

It was more than half an hour before his mother returned. Tina stirred as she entered the room.

“Any joy?”

“Mixed messages I’m afraid, although there is a suggested way forward.

First in law, they can’t do what they’re doing.

In the real world however they could be nasty if crossed. Your problems are these. They know the jobs market is tight so they have that pull over you, you are partially trained and not fully qualified so any other company would question why you left, they know you did dress as a girl on more than one occasion and could smear your reputation with subtle slurs. Would you go to an industrial tribunal for constructive dismissal if they forced you to leave because you wouldn’t wear dresses? Their argument would be that you are comfortable doing so and they were accommodating your transition. I know it sounds rubbish but with a lawyer twisting it you’ll end up looking bad.”

“So?”

Two choices.

First clean break, resign now. You are partially qualified we can come up with a story to support you moving. You may need to move away

Second ask for written confirmation that they want you to do this for this purpose. Then stop skating. You will then not have the purpose and can resume your career.

The first is clear cut and the hassle is getting another job and leaving your friends

The second’s hassle will depend on how long you have to go before you can get out of the skating and if they will buy it.”

“That’s the best she could offer? Either way I’m out of the skate team.”

“Yes, I’ve written this down I think it’s time you two got to bed. Tina you’re too tired to drive home give your parents a ring I’ve made up the spare room for you. Bob’ll take your bag up.”

“Thanks.” Said Tina, “I am a bit tired after all this stress for Bob.”

“There’s an en-suite so you’ll be fine and I’ve left one of ‘Bobbi’s’ nightdresses for you. Bob, remember to cleanse properly. Goodnight you two.”

Bob took her bag to the bedroom, gave her a goodnight kiss and went to his room next door. He hung up all the clothes, removed all trace of ‘Bobbi’ and put on his pyjamas and went to bed.

He heard his mother go past and the landing light went out. He was stressed and thought it would be hard to get to sleep. A few moments later he heard his bedroom door open and close then he felt Tina slip into his bed, after some slow and gentle cuddling and kissing they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

To be continued.........