After playing around on the internet for a while, Mark's attention drifted back to the mysterious box. He wandered over to his bed and removed the cover of the gift box. Inside was a neatly folded white dress shirt with a St. Mary's Academy patch on the left breast pocket. Mark thought it must be some sort of joke - were his parents planning on sending him to that stuck-up preppy school because of his recent behavior problems?
He picked up the shirt (barely feeling the tingle when he touched it) and noted the other items in the box - a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes, a pair of white knee socks, a training bra, white cotton panties, and a plaid pleated skirt - the exact outfit a girl at St. Mary's would wear on a typical day. Now he knew someone was playing a joke on him.
He was about to go yell at his brother Jeff when he felt a strange desire to try on the uniform. What could it hurt? He quickly shed the t-shirt, khaki shorts and boxers he was wearing.
First, the panties were slid up his legs and over his dick. The thin cotton material felt strangely arousing to him. Next, the bra went over his bare chest. He felt ridiculous standing there in a set of underwear made for a girl his age, but he continued donning the outfit. The socks were slid over his calves carefully to ensure they were perfectly straight and neatly folded just under his knees (otherwise the headmaster would be upset!). The crisp white shirt went on next, with Mark leaving the top two buttons undone to give a hint of the bra underneath. The pleated skirt followed - it fell to just below mid-thigh. After carefully tucking in the shirt, he slipped the freshly-shined Mary Janes on his sock-clad feet.
Looking in his mirror, Mark was shocked that he had just mindlessly donned a school girl uniform. He would love to see his girlfriend in this outfit, but on him it looked out of place. He was about to start taking it off when his entire body began to tingle...