The day had been pretty boring at college. I couldn't wait till I got home. I knew today would be the day. Both parents would be gone, and I just received my package in the mail. As if it weren't great enough, tonight was the first night of spring break. My parents wouldn't be gone for only one night, but they were taking a vacation and leaving me home alone to house sit. Being the mature twenty-one year old I am, they trusted me.
I wouldn't have any parties. I had something else planned. Since my siblings were away at college and weren't coming back for spring break, I would soon have the whole house to myself. The whole place to myself for a week! I had many thoughts going through my mind about what I was going to do. It would be the best spring break in a long while.
I looked at the clock. There were only fifteen minutes until the end of the class. I told my friends I might be busy during break so I didn't expect any of them to stop by either. In fact, I prepared my situation quite well. No parents, friends, or relatives to barge in on my endeavors.
There was only one other possibility, but I didn't think she'd find out. She hadn't talked to me for a long time, and we went to different schools too. Although we used to be good friends, things weren't the same anymore. I don't even know why I had included her as a variable into the equation of people who might stop by my house. I didn't want to think about being discovered anymore. I just wanted that damn bell to ring so I could go home and enjoy my weekend.
There wasn't anything to do, and the students had finished taking their exams. I slumped my head over my arm and looked out the window. Trees, blue sky, and clouds enveloped me. No large buildings blocked my view of the clouds. There were no noisy traffic streets. It was just a typical quiet day in my quaint, modest city.
"What are you doing this spring break?" I overheard Joe ask Ashley.
"My friends and I are going to the beach. Want to come?" she replied.
"Maybe. I'll see what the rest of the guys are doing. It sounds fun, and I bet they'll want to go."
"Cool."
"Hey, James," Joe said leaning over to me. "How about it? Want to check out the waves and the girls?"
"I can't, dude," I said trying to evade him. I didn't want to answer why.
Just before he mouthed why, the bell rang and I jumped out the door. Quickly, I slid past my fellow students towards the back of the building, where an old exit remained unused. It would save me the trouble of escaping more questions and invitations. Usually, I would open the invitations with open arms. I'm not spoiled or mad at being included, I just had other plans. Besides, a spring break alone? I wouldn't have this opportunity again. I found my car and hopped in, locked the doors, and started the engine. I made it. I left the parking lot and drove home.
I felt the freedom engulf me as my stereo played. I attempted to sing along, but unfortunately, I can't sing. I decided to celebrate my freedom by grabbing drunch on the way home. (Drunch is slang for the meal between lunch and dinner) I ate well and watched TV.
I was going to wait until it was dark in the evening before starting the process. But, I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted the longest time I could to enjoy myself. I made sure the answer machine was on and all the doors were locked. Finally, the time was here.
I gathered my restroom materials and started a hot bath. Stripped, I sank into the tub. The feeling of warm water all over my body was an enormous pleasure. I soaked for a few minutes before beginning. I wanted to savor every part of the experience. I applied the cream to my left leg. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself. I took a stroke, then two. I repeated the process until both legs were shaved. To make it as smooth as possible, I shaved both legs once more in case I missed any spots. I didn't bother washing the rest of my body because that would be next. I dried myself off and went to the shower. I turned it on and washed myself off making sure I washed away any lingering leg hairs. I washed the rest of my body until I was squeaky clean.
Next, I headed back towards my room. I closed the door out and opened my closet. I moved the hanging clothes aside and looked for the hallow space in the back. I found it and opened the door revealing my treasures. I selected what I wanted to wear tonight and placed the garments on my bed. Then, I rubbed lotion over my legs to keep them moisturized and delay the hair growth. If I was lucky, I might not have to shave again this break. Still, shaving was relaxing and set my mind at ease. I selected my white, silk panties to slip on first. The silky, wet feeling of the smooth fabric created a tightening my loins. I could have released right there. It would ruin the rest of the night, and I told myself I was going to wait until bedtime before I took care of it. Following the panties, I slid on a pair of tan pantyhose. The cool, downy fabric massaged my smooth skin and sent electric signals through out my body and back to my loins. I couldn't get over the feeling of silky pantyhose gliding across my smooth legs. I chose a lacey, under wire bra to wear. I slid on the straps and hooked the back with skilled expertise. I found my box, which contained my breasts, and carefully lifted them out. I took great care of my breast forms because $200 is a lot of money. Anyway, I slid my breasts into the cups and adjusted them to my satisfaction. I don't know why, but I loved the feel of the jiggling entities being pressed against my body by a tight bra. Now, came the actual clothing. I had ordered it offline even though I could probably have found the same type of outfit at a local thrift shop. Fortunately, I had the money and it was on sale anyway so I decided to go for it. It was a brand new green and black plaid skirt, size 6, with a small blouse to go along with it. The uniform also came with a pair of Mary Jane look-a-like shoes and white knee high socks.
After I put on my uniform, I strolled around the house until going to my sister's room. She had a huge mirror with tons of make up. Through years of experimenting and trial by errors, I had discovered the perfect combination for myself. I hardly used any of her important make up and the affect was quite pleasing. I went back to my room and applied the last few things. I had also just ordered a wig online as well. I had never worn a wig before, but I was curious about the feeling of having long hair. Since I always kept my hair short, a wig seemed to be the obvious solution. The hair was a light brown/dirty blondish color and measured several inches past my shoulders. I went to my mirror and adjusted it and tied little pigtails on it to enhance the whole schoolgirl look.
The whole process had taken well over three hours. I didn't mind the long process, however. The process was part of the fun. My parents had a full-length mirror in their bathroom so I trekked my way to their room. What I saw staring back at me was a shock. The total affect of the uniform, make up, and wig almost made me gasp. I actually looked like a six-teen or seven-teen year old girl. I always had a smaller frame than most guys and my facial characteristics were less pronounced, but I never imagined I would be able to pass so easily for a young lady. I don't mean to sound egotistical, but if I hadn't known it was me under everything, I would be checking me out.
For the next hour, I lounged around the house and watched TV enjoying the feelings of being fully dressed. I was trying to decide when to begin the next part of my evening. I froze several keys attached to strings the night before. I decided to check my other materials. As I went to my room, I felt my skirt brush against my pantyhosed legs, making my cock spring to life. The ecstasy was incredible. I began to worry about how long I could hold out before I needed to release. If I started the next phase of the evening, I wouldn't be able to do anything about my hard cock.
Instead of going to my room, I headed towards the freezer and retrieved one of the ice cubes. I grabbed a cup and hurried to my room. I opened my drawer and removed several layers of clothing before finding my stash. Over the years, I had collected three pairs of handcuffs, two pairs of leg irons, five chains, and numerous locks. I would have preferred the snug feel of rope against my skin, but I had no partner and it's very hard trying to bind oneself with rope. Cuffs were easier to use and held no chance for escape, which stirred strange desires within me. I felt my stomach drop as I positioned myself on the floor. I placed the cup on my desk with the string dangling down in easy reach. I figured I would have about half an hour to forty-five minutes before I could escape. I cuffed my legs together with a pair of leg irons. Next, I cuffed my hands behind my back, my stomach churning once again as I felt the last click and realized my helplessness. Finally, I looped the chain around the handcuff and leg iron chain and locked the chain in place, creating a nice, taut hogtie.
I relished in my helplessness. I indulged myself in my fantasy of being a poor little schoolgirl kidnapped by girl bullies. I would wait in my chains until they returned to do whatever they had planned. I was a damsel in distress being held captive. I struggled even though I knew it was useless. I mmpphed and squirmed and managed to crawl across the room. When twenty minutes passed, I was already sweating and breathing heavy.
I heard a noise and thought maybe if it was the kitchen door. No, I checked that door, I thought. No one could be getting inside and if they were, they would be in for a surprise if they stumbled into my room. I stopped struggling and listened again. I didn't hear anything and shrugged my qualms aside. I continued my struggling for a few more minutes until I heard another sound. This time, it sounded like a creak or maybe even footsteps. My fears began to envelope me as I reached for the string. I pulled on it and down tumbled the cup. Some water spilled, but the key was still encased in a block of ice. I motioned to retrieve the ice block, but then I noticed someone else in the room.
"James?" I heard a sweet voice ask.
