“Simon, Where are you?” Shouted Jenny as she waltzed down the long corridor which housed some of the Changing rooms for most of the PAC.

The PAC was the Performing Arts Center.

The home to the arts at the school.

Mainly dance and drama.

Their school wasn’t big on music of any sought.

Her voice echoed down the corridor.

This place was a nightmare to walk down at night.

Which it was,

she was a boarder.

And so was Simon,

they had decided to meet down here to do their Ballet routine for the morning talk next week.

She had arrived early to warm up.

But she had arrived to find her Ballet uniform missing.

She had looked around the female Changing room and not found it.

So she stepped outside and walked down the corridor.

It was dark

so she took out her mobile switched on the attached torch she lit up the corridor in front of her.

A sound emits from a Disabled Bathroom.

Larger than the usual bathrooms.

She walked up putting her ear to the door.

Hearing another sound,

maybe a small slap.

She found of tights being pulled up bare skin?

Not knowing what to do she stepped back.

What was going on?

“Hummmm…” She mused, while on the other side of the door.

An unsuspecting Simon was pulling the Tutu on.

Placing it in a place he straightened up, looking up he glanced into the mirror.

There stood a tall, skinny teenage boy.

Wearing pink ballet uniform.

Tights and Tutu.

T and T is what Jenny called it.

He always wanted to know what it felt like to wear.

Now he knew,

it felt lovely.

Pulling back his hair he used the headpiece to keep it in place.

Then he bent over a small stool with several items of Makeup on it.

All the time a small blue eye was looking through the keyhole.

what she mostly saw was a pink-covered bottom at her.

She stopped suddenly, thinking about what she was looking at.

Then he turned slightly and she saw his face in the mirror.

Then it all fell into place.

The way he slightly caressed the tutu when she walked by him.

And it all went to this.

Taking a step back she turned out the light on the phone,

changing it to the Camera function.

Also taking out a hairclip she placed it in the lock,

luckily she had been part of the group who had oiled the locks the day before,

to keep the level of sound down on stage.

Fiddling with it the lock became open with ease.

She slowly pushed down the handle and swung the door open.

Feeling the wind on her bottom Simon turned his face to the camera just in time for a great shot of his made-up face with all his body in the shot as well.

“Oh my god!” He squeaked in a high pitch girly voice,

scrabbling for a towel to cover the Ballet Uniform.
“Oooh! Whos the cute Ballerina eh?” Jenny cooed looking down at the picture she took

” Good picture eh?”
“Ummm i…Ummm…..i ummmm….” He staggered not knowing what to say to her.

“Look, I totally don’t mind you dressing up…

I think it is rather cute actually,

I so have some costumes you would look great in.

But for these photos to stay in our hands you will have to do something for me…” She giggled

“Oh and, what are you wearing under that?” She asked with a large grin.

From the look on his face, she guessed.

The pink and baby blue panties were lying on top of the pile of neatly folded ballet clothes.

“For that maybe something extra…

starting with…

Ummm what’s that?” She blurted knowing full well what it was.

A dark damp spot had appeared around his groin area.

The shape of a wetting,

giggling she put an arm around him.

“Lets get you cleaned up my little ballet girl.

That will have to go in the wash.”

She said pointing to the ballet things.

“We will have to see what some of the costumes will look like on you…”