He was immediately greeted by Susie with gushing enthusiasm. Indeed, Susie had a whole group of other girls in tow as she approached Janet and her charge. Susie carried the introductions, gleefully noting that Prissy was wearing the dress that she was going to wear for Perry, before he insulted her, and every girl, during the debate yesterday. It was one thing to act like a sissy in front of Janet as his other tormentresses. But now Prissy realized he had to be 110 per cent a girl to avoid detection. But to have to do so in front of Jennifer, Sally, Catherine, and Katie, who knew he was a boy, was just terrible.
Prissy giggled, and laughed. The other girls drew him into conversations about which boys were the cutest, and seemed to collapse into fits of giggles throughout the chat. Without knowing any better, Prissy figured this is what girls must be like when together in a group, so he joined in the fun, as best as possible, in order to maintain his deception. But that seemed to encourage the girls even more, and left Prissy wondering if they all weren’t soft in the head. Being so concerned with himself, and how he had to act, he failed to recognize their fun at his expense, although he was painfully aware of how degrading it all was.
“So com’on, Prissy”, said one girl. “Who’s is the cutest boy here?” she giggled. Prissy scoped the room, wondering what to say. He caught the look of several classmates, and realized how dangerous this was. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess that boy over there is pretty cute” he finally responded, not knowing who to pick, or what to say. The girls squealed, as he pointed out Timothy Fredericks, the quarterback of the football team. “Well let’s see if we can’t introduce you then”, said Susie as she grabbed Prissy’s arm and the two of the swished over in his direction.
“Timothy, I’d like you to meet Jennifer’s cousin, Prissy. She’s a guest here tonight, and was just telling all us girls how cute she thinks you look” Susie said by way of introduction. “Well, you’re a pretty cute babe yourself”, he replied admiringly. Prissy blushed to the roots of his hair at Susie’s revelation, and stood there in his pink prom dress, speechless. “Why don’t you two get to know each other better”, Susie added, and quickly turned and left Prissy in front of Timothy. Prissy was too occupied to notice the large group of girls back with Janet and the others, laughing uproariously at his situation.
Timothy knew a cute girl when he saw one (or at least he thought he did!) and wasted no time in taking Prissy out on the dance floor. To make matters worse, it was a slow dance, and Prissy found he had to place his arms around Timothy’s neck, and allow him to crush his skirt against the boy so that they could be cheek to cheek. In the process, the skirt and petticoats were pressed against Prissy’s nylon’s causing him to erect again. Prissy caught Jennifer’s eye as Timothy slowly twirled him around the dance floor. She gave him a big wink, and a large grin as she lifted the video tape slightly from her purse, and watched as Prissy was held helplessly in Timothy’s arms.
Timothy became an ardent admirer all evening long, and Prissy could do nothing to deter his interest. In between dances, and during breaks, he was constantly at Prissy’s side, holding hands, or placing his arm around Prissy’s small, cinched waist. By the end of the night, Prissy had danced with several other boys, all of them classmates, and none of whom appeared to recognize him in the least. But Timothy was persistent, and managed to keep most of the dances for himself. When Timothy and Prissy were named Prince and Princess of the Prom, the crowd went wild, especially a large contingent of girls standing with Jennifer!
As Prom Princess, Prissy was required to tour the entire gymnasium on Timothy’s arm to the applause of the whole gathering. Jealous girls looked on, and Prissy was so concerned with the exposure he nearly fled the room. But somehow he gathered himself, and minced along, waving his gloved hand like a beauty queen, his skirts swishing with each movement, the tampon, seemingly permanently wedged into his bottom, adding an additional wiggle to his hips with each step.
When the evening neared its end, Prissy found himself in Timothy’s arms again, slowly swirling on the dance floor for the last dance of the night. Timothy maneuvered Prissy into a dark corner, and as the song ended, tilted Prissy’s head up to his, and planted a long, deep kiss, on Prissy’s glossy pink lips. Having spent the last 24 hours as a girl, there was little he could do but respond to the kiss. To do otherwise would only risk detection, he feared. But OOOHHH! To kiss another boy like that! While wearing a pink prom dress, and with Janet and the other girls watching!
Of course, Timothy insisted on driving Prissy home, and Janet readily assented. Prissy looked at her with wide eyes, begging her not to do this to him. But Susie thought it was a great idea. “I’m so glad I was able to bring you two together”, she said with a broad smile. Prissy could do nothing but rest her head on Timothy’s shoulder as he held her tightly about the waist. “Don’t be too late now”, Janet called out as Timothy helped Prissy into his father’s car, and drove off.
