Get Him!!After several years growing up whilst wearing girl's knickers, particularly under my school uniform and enjoying the risk in nearly becoming discovered. I decided to join a uniformed exclusively male youth organisation. The sort that has regular meetings and summer camps. These youth organisations often have rites of passage and initiations. Many of these initiations are 'unofficial,' organised by boys themselves.
On one summer camp, I had secretly packed some pairs of knickers and panties securely into my luggage to keep me company. One breaktime, I stole back to my accomodation and changed into a pair of girl's navy blue school knickers. With a spring in my step, I started my journey back towards the main activity area. I then heard a shout that made my blood run cold.
I found myself surrounded by a gang of boys from a different unit. They crowded round and I was grabbed by two of them and marched me into their nearby accomodation block. We tussled as they pushed and pulled me onto the first bed by the door.
"Hey, Let meee go!"
My plaintive voice echoed round the accomodation block. Excited voices chattered, encouraging others to join in. Maybe 10-12 people flocked round the bedside. My eyes widened in terror at the imminent revealing of my deep, shameful secret. I attempted to shout out, but a squeak emerged:
I struggled and twisted my hips as a hand began to undo the fly buttons of my uniform trousers. Another struggled with the belt, the metal hasp rattled as it indid. I felt my trouser waitband tighten as yet another hand begin to unclip the top two buttons. I looked down to see the first hand push inside the fly up to his wrist. I felt the hot fingers on my knickers, probing, touching. I closed my eyes, waiting for the release of the final top button and the jeering to begin.
The room fell silent. I opened my eyes to see a senior of their own unit at the door. They unhanded me and I felt the hand pulling out of my fly. The senior walked forward.
"Let him go."
"Why should we let him go?" sneered one of the older boys.
"Because he's ok. He rescued one of our lads from a similar fate."
"Ohhh" mumured the crowd now with approval.
"Now go!" The noise of boots clattered on linoleum floors echoed into the distance, followed by the door slamming behind them.
"Thanks!" I smiled gratefully, relieved that the potential horror of humiliation, parents and teachers told and subsequent police enquiries had not come to pass.
"That's ok, I know what it is like to be initiated." he replied, taking a few steps back to the door and opened it, ready for us to leave.
I swung my feet round down from the bed and onto the floor. As I stood up, the top button of my trousers finally gave way.
The dark navy blue girl's knickers contrasted with my uniform shirt. He shut the door, this time quite gently and walked towards me.