Petticoat Peril

In the summer term, we boys had the option of wearing just a light petticoat under our skirts as girls did, instead of underpants. No boy I knew had ever tried it, because we were all frightened our bits and pieces would drive us up the wall if went around with them unsupported by underwear-elastic! I was well aware mine were sure to do just that if I tried it, but after yesterday I'd had it with stockings and pants. They so weren't meant for a boy my age! Anything seemed a better choice than that, so I decided to give our pantless petticoat option a try.

The petticoat was in pale yellow and made of stiff silk, with an elastic waistband.  Of course, it puffed out my school skirt a little. I stood in my room in all my summer things, feeling fidgety and shy.

It was hot, and my school tie was still a massive pain, so too the woollen tank-top. Short sleeves however and white socks instead of stockings probably would keep me a little cooler. This whole no-panties thing was what was going to take the most getting used to! It felt ever so funny just to take a tentative step, and the new unpredictable way my skirt moved didn't exactly build up my faltering confidence. I heaved in a deep breath, gulped, and plonked my straw boater on my head.

Timid but trying not to show it, I tiptoed into the kitchen. The first thing our babysitter said, when she saw me, was:

"That's only really for very little boys. I don't think one your age should dress like that."

My little brother at the breakfast table snickered, smartly keeping one finger on his freckly nose to hide it.

I ignored him. "Please, it's just a little bit different to my normal uniform," I begged the sitter.

She was smiling, and that was making me more anxious and indignant still. Was she enjoying this? My bare bum and bits felt terribly exposed just from standing here before her like this without any underwear on, it was driving me up the wall.

In desperation I flapped both hands against my skirt, making it bounce wildly. "Girls get to stay sweet and fresh all summer, and I'm just asking for a chance to try something the same!" I cried.

"Stockings and panties please," our babysitter said, in tones of having made up her mind.

I felt like crying. It was so unfair! It said in our uniform guide we were allowed to dress like this! Fuming I stomped upstairs in defeat, to undress again and tug on my horrid hot regular uniform.

Only just today I somehow wasn't going to let a girl get the better of me. Maybe it was only because I couldn't bear the thought of sweltering like I'd done yesterday, or ending up uncomfortable again in my pants and stockings, because now I knew just how much of a nuisance and a pain that was! So I plucked up my courage and slipped out of my bedroom window then down to the garden via the low roof and treehouse steps, as I'd done a hundred times - although never without pants on, which made me more than a little self-conscious!

Taking small steps, for I quickly found my bits irritated me less that way, I tapped down the path to the school bus stop. As I'd thought before, I was hot, but not as hot. Meanwhile the cluster of boys I overtook, all of them dressed as I usually was, looked really hot!

"Wow, you're brave!" one exclaimed, wide-eyed.

"Don't tease me," I pleaded. "I've had enough trouble this morning about dressing like this!"

"I'd be way too embarrassed to go round without underwear on," one boy confessed, helpfully.

"All girls do, at this time of year," I declared, trying to stay breezy about it. "You won't find one who wears her knickers all summer term. They're allowed, and strictly speaking we are too!"

"Yes, but why would you want to?" exclaimed the same boy.

I still wasn't absolutely sure that I did! Yet in fact I had enough underskirts to dress like this all week, if I could pluck up the nerve. The waist-slip I was wearing had come in a pack of five, with a light green and a white and a powder-blue and a pale pink. That last one was obviously the one I was most reluctant about wearing! Maybe I'd save it for Friday...!

Flick! That said, from the way I was suddenly blushing, pale yellow was embarrassing enough!

"Don't do that!" I protested.

"Just wanted to see if it had little hearts on," explained the very cheeky boy who'd done it. Everyone laughed, except me!

"Well, flip me too high and you'll end up seeing a whole lot more than just my petticoat," I stated primly, nose in the air. "And I'm sure you wouldn't like it if that happened to you!"

We walked on without talking for a bit, though the cheeky boy was still one big smirk and I knew he was just bubbling over for another opportunity to tease me. I had a feeling it was going to be a long day!