Dancing Queen

That was really bad news. I had just been told that I had severely strained my ankle and that I'd definitely not be okay for the dancing competition two weeks away.

Shit! Together with five of my best friends, I have been dancing "Gardetanz" for three years now. Well, here in Germany this is a very popular dance within the Carnival season, probably because it is the only action on stage, a very nice break from all the stupid standup comedians. Maybe only because of our uniforms, because we all wear pretty short skirts with white, very bouffant petticoats underneath. As I said, it is very popular in Germany and a few other countries in Europe, and if you don't know, what I'm talking about, you'll find tons of pictures on the Internet.

The others weren't really happy when I told them on the phone, what the doctor had told me. As it was, we were now out of business. To be allowed to the competition, you had to have at least six girls on stage. Girls or boys, didn't really matter, and I personally knew at least two boys, who were dancing in a mixed group. Dancing in long pants, of course.

Coming home from the doctor, I did not return to school but went home right away. It was around noon, and I could see my brother's bicycle outside the door. He was fourteen, two years younger than I, and had been acting weird for some time.

I opened the door. "Hello? Anybody home?" No answer, but I heard the sound of a slamming door. My door? I knew the sound, but could I be right?

"Daniel?" Still no answer.

I went upstairs into my room. Everything looked normal to me. I was just about to relax, when I noticed, something was different, very different. There was a faint smell in my room, a smell, that shouldn't have been, as it appeared to be male in my opinion. What was that?

I opened my wardrobe. Still my eyes did not show me anything, but my nose did the more. Pulling out my flimsy, starched petticoat, which I usually wore underneath my short skirt with the Gardetanz uniform, the smell grew stronger. Could it be true? Daniel? It came like a shock to me. I had felt for several months something was wrong with him. The way, he kept staring at me, especially at those occasions, when I was preparing for a dance and already wore my uniform at home. And I had noticed, how often he tried to touch me, or, as it now dawned upon me, touched my uniform. My brother, a pervert?

I had to find out, and I had to find out very quickly. What could I do? As fast as I could, I laid everything back in my wardrobe, then I checked my camera cell phone. Yes, it worked. Then I grabbed my jacket again, put it on and rushed back to the house door. "Dan? I have to run again!! Just forgot some books for school!" I opened the door and slammed it as hard as I could and then quickly ran upstairs again and hid in my room.

Would it work? My heart was hammering so loud, Dan probably could hear it even in his room. Worse was my ankle, now screaming with pain.

Nothing happened for several minutes. Time, to calm down a bit. Had I been wrong?

Suddenly, a faint noise. Somebody opened my door. Somebody?

From where I was I couldn't see much. All I saw was the lower part of a body, clad in mom's white corselet. Yuck! Anyway, he was a bit on the fat side and maybe he'd better always wear this thing. Then I saw the door of my wardrobe being opened, the rustling sound of my petticoat followed.

For a brief moment Daniel was bending down to put it on. I was ready with my camera and took a great picture of my brother, about to dig his own grave. A little later I was able to take more pictures of him, now playing with my uniform, which still was on the hanger. It seemed like he was fucking some imaginary Gardetanz dancer.

The whole episode took maybe a quarter of an hour. Then my brother left my room again, and some time later I could hear him running downstairs and leaving the house. Phew!

I sat down on my sofa and looked at the pictures. I felt miserable. Here I had witnessed something I was not supposed to see. What should I do about it? Tell Mom? My ankle now hurt like hell, and my mood was turning to the worse.

School should be over by now. Why not ask my friends? All of them had cell phones, and two even got camera phones.

Susan was the first. "What? He did what? You took pictures? Would you... would you send one?" I hesitated a moment. But, in for a penny, in for a pound. "Wow! Seems like he's hooked on petticoating?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"Petticoating? That's what it's called when boys like to wear female things, underwear mostly, bras, garters, corsets, girdles, leotards and petticoats, of course."

"But no one wears petticoats any longer!"

"We do! Don't we?"

"And what do you think I should do about it?" Susan was our brightest head. She always knew an answer.

"Don't worry, Claudia. I'll think about it. Call you back later!"

She was right. Some boys seemed to like this. And probably not only boys, but elder men as well. Why else should they come and look at our competitions?

I decided to inform the other girls. They mostly laughed at it, none of them seemed to be really angry. "You know what," Lydia said, "don't forget, it is Carnival, where most people like to dress in funny costumes. Just see it as a big joke! And if Daniel likes it, why not make the best of it?"

Making the best of it? What could that be? My phone rang, Susan was ringing me back. "I think, I have a superb idea! Now listen, I've already informed the other girls and they all think, it would be the greatest show of all times... "

* * * *

It was about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Daniel had come home about half an hour ago and I had informed the girls it was time to go into action.

Then I told my brother I had strained my ankle and would rather stay in my room. Some of the girls would be over, and if he would be so nice to open the door for them? No problem, he said.

The doorbell rang. "Daniel!! Would you open the door please?"

Standing at my door I could peep downstairs and see what happened. Daniel opened the door, and was nearly chocked to see Lydia entering in her red and white uniform, with the old fashioned three-cornered hat on her head, the red booties on her feet and of course - wearing her rustling short skirt with the starched petticoat underneath.

"Hi Danny! How are you? Care for a dance?" Lydia grabbed him and whirled him around once or twice, before she took the stairs to my room. It was funny to see, Daniel seemed to be completely speechless. Staring after her, he stood at the bottom of the staircase open-mouthed.

Only few minutes later, Rosie arrived. "Oh, my boot got unlaced! Would you mind helping me, Daniel?" And she sat down on a chair lifting her leg as far up as possible, revealing all of her nice petticoats.

Like this, all of my friends arrived one after the other, all clad in the beautiful uniforms. They all seemed to have something nice for my brother to help with; Susan had deliberately put on stockings with a runner and was now lifting up her skirts before the mirror, complaining about her bad luck.

Soon we had all gathered in my room. Time for the next step.

* * * *

I had the girls placed at the strategically right places. Some were just sitting, two were standing behind the door, and Susan had even taken off her uniform and was now standing at the window in just her white body stocking and her petticoat.

I had switched on my computer and opened for the blue tooth connection to my cell phone. The picture browser was up, waiting for me to click on some very interesting pictures.

"Everybody okay? You know, what to do? Maria, you got the ropes?" All seemed to be set.

I opened the door and called for my brother. Poor lad, I thought. This was definitely going to change his life. "Daniel? Could you please come and help us with something tricky?"

The girls giggled. "Daniel? Why not call him Daniela?"

I was still popping my head out of the door, when Dan climbed the stairs, hesitantly. "What's up, Sis?" he asked.

"Would you mind coming in? We need your help with something very important for us."

He wasn't much for it. He knew all of his perverted dreams were alive on the other side of the door. I could see his eyes narrowing, his nostrils flared. He started breathing more heavily.

"Oh come on, it's just a minute. Or don't you dare... "

He laughed and sat out for the door. His fate was sealed!

"Well, what can I... ? Jesus Christ... " he stammered. I looked at his crotch, and I think the other girls did as well. He hadn't expected this. If he smelled any danger now, it would be too late. "What... " He blushed. His mouth opened, he looked as being close to a heart attack. Then he turned around and went straight to the door. But the door was closed with Lydia and Maria standing in front of it.

I had to take control now. "Dan, please come over and have a look at these funny pictures. I'm sure you can tell me what this is!"

He came over and had a quick glance. His face went all white. "It's... it's... "

"Yes?"

For a long moment it was all quiet. I could hardly hear, what he said. "What do you want?"

"Just an explanation, little brother! That wouldn't happen to be you, would it?"

"You said, you needed my help with something very important... "

"Yes, we really do. We are missing a sixth girl for our dancing group. As it is, I cannot dance at the competition in two weeks time." I think he sensed a slight chance to get out of his predicament.

He uttered a sigh of relief. "Well, I'm sorry. Do you want me to ask Nadia?" Nadia was his girlfriend.

"No," Susan now joined in, "we want you!"

"You... WHAT??" His face became red as a tomato. He was probably visualizing the consequences of his cosplay earlier in the afternoon. "No way... " he stammered.

"Okay," I said, "you may go then. I'll better send these pictures over to Mom right away and ask her, what we girls could do. Didn't know you were such a wimp... "

That did it. He stopped right away. "But... but, what do you want me to do? You don't want me to join your group, do you?"

"Yes, we do!" all of the girls answered in a chorus.

"But, I hardly know your dance."

"You'll learn it, we'd be obliged to train you!"

He still wasn't quite sure, what the girls meant. So he tried his last straw. "Well, I cannot see how we could do this," he said. "You don't have a male costume, do you?"

"NO WE DON'T!" the girls cheered.

He remained silent. He did neither breathe, nor twinkle his eyes. I had to do something. I grabbed my phone and said, as if talking to myself: "Well Mom's telephone number: 0160 22... "

"WAIT! - What EXACTLY have you been thinking about??"

* * * *

Half an hour later he knew. He was now standing before us, clad in my frilly body stocking with a padded bra underneath. As he was younger than I was- he had about my size. He was so embarrassed. His fingers went playing with the lacy fabric of my petticoat. He already wore the satin skirt and the short booties.

But now, an unforeseen problem had occurred. Rosie had held up the jacket and Daniel had put his arms into the sleeves, so it could be zipped in back, but Lydia seemed to have a problem there. "Houston, we got a problem!"

"What's up?" I asked.

"I cannot zip him up! He's too fat!" I saw, Lydia was right. I was as least three inches smaller in my waist as my brother, and he'd never be wearing my uniform. Shit!

We all looked at each other. No one spoke. I saw Susan first frowning, then moving her eyes around. "Claudia?"

"Yes, what is it?" I replied. She came over to me, whispering into my ear. I shook my head yes and answered silently: "We better blindfold him and tie him to the door, arms up, I would say."

The girls giggled. Yes, Susan had again come up with a brilliant idea. She had remembered my mother's passion for the late Austrian Empress Sissy, and that she several times had gone to costume balls reenacting the young Empress with her tiny waist.

I had soon found, what I was looking for. In the meantime the others had securely bound my little brother, so he couldn't move an inch. A blindfold over his head should make our task easier, I presumed.

"Oh, how cute!" the girls shouted. "Have you ever worn that thing, Claudia?"

I answered that I never had. "Come on girls! Better get busy now!"

Soon we had clasped mother's beautiful and very stiff corset around Daniel's waist. There was no time to waste now. We looked at each other, uncertain who of us should take the laces. "He's your brother," they said. But I'd rather be free and look at it from a distance. Finally Miriam, who was a rather strong girl, went into action. "Just let me do it! Claudia might be too gentle with her own brother. I won't!!"

She tugged at the laces and showed patience and experience. 'Daniela's waist (yes, we had indeed begun to call him 'Daniela' now) grew smaller and smaller. He was moaning and obviously uneasy in the unaccustomed garment. He tried to get free from his bonds, but Maria had tied some expert knots.

It was a weird sight. There was my brother getting corseted by my friends, all wearing their beautiful uniforms. We could see, the corset did what it was designed for, and all of us girls were glad we were not in Dan's place. "I'd hate to wear such a thing!" Rosie said. And we all thought the same.

Daniel did not comply silently to his corseting. He shouted, as if being strangled, but this did not at all affect Miriam. "As long as you can shout that much, your corset must be too loose!" she said. Finally, 'Daniela' shut her mouth.

Oh, he looked so adoring! As we were wearing wigs with our uniforms, Rosie had taken mine and put it on his head. Gosh, what a difference this made! Before us was no longer standing a stupid boy, but a beautiful, nice girl with curves at the right places.

"Wow! I must say, we really got a beauty here!" Miriam exclaimed.

"She definitely looks alright to me," Lydia agreed, "but... oh oh!! Look at this! He seems to like it!"

Yes, there was one part of his body we had completely forgotten. All of the girls stared at it, as if they could make it grow smaller just by their sight. On the contrary, it seemed to grow bigger.

"Disgusting!" Susan said. "Better cut it off!" All laughed, all but 'Daniela'.

"Wait!" Maria cried. "I think, I just got a better idea. Give me ten minutes. I'll be back soon!" Saying this, she left the room. Maria lived almost next door, she probably went home to fetch something useful.

* * * *

It took her nearly half an hour, but from the look in her eyes I saw, she had been successful. She opened her hands and showed some kind of a tube, made of clear, but strong plastic, with a tiny lock hanging in one side.

"What is it?" Lydia wanted to know.

"Something my elder sister bought for her friend. But I think they split up before she had ever tried it on him. Claudia, why don't you get a bag filled with some ice cubes? I think, we better see if we can fit this little chastity device on 'Daniela', don't you think so?"

"Yes, hurry up, Claudia!" the girls shouted.

Oh, it worked so nicely. We held the ice cold plastic bag to Daniela's male member and it shrunk almost immediately. A strong ring was fitted behind his balls, then the tube went over her penis. The tube could be locked to the ring and there he was, standing like some strange animal on display, with all of us watching what happened.

"Nothing happens!"

"Just give it a jerk!" Susan shouted.

Lydia did so and we could see his penis growing inside the tube, but only for a second, before it had reached the limitations of its imprisonment.

"Lovely! Stunning! No more wanking in your petticoat, Lydia!"

"Let's make up his face!"

Shortly after, we all went downstairs into the hall. We wanted to try our dance together with 'Daniela' the new girl on our team, because he - sorry: she - would better start practicing right away.

Due to our loud music I almost did not hear the door bell ringing. I opened the door, to see Nadia, my brother's girl friend.

"Hi Claudia! Is Dannie home? Oh, what's going on?" She had a quick look inside. "You are practicing! Wow, I must say, you girls really look great, all of you!"

I laughed. "Thanks a lot, Nadia. Why don't you come in and sit on the stairs and watch a little, while you are waiting for Dannie. I think he'd like you to wait for him." I looked at my brother, now wearing my Gardetanz uniform with the very full petticoat and mother's tight corset underneath. He gave me a hateful look. His hand went to his crotch, but stopped as if remembering something. Then Rosie started the music again and Susan grabbed his arm and showed him how to throw his legs, so his petticoats were showing.

"Oh, isn't it lovely?" I said, sitting down next to Nadia.

"What happened to you? Why aren't you dancing?"

"I strained my ankle."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear. But... " she stopped for a second, "but you are still six girls, aren't you?"

"Yes we are. We are six girls!" I had to look the other way not to show her my laughing face.

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