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School humiliation: Pink Pants & P.E. Kit
#1
Hi everyone.

One place that I associate with humiliation is school, in this case Secondary Modern/High. There are a couple of incidents in particular which led to my embarrassment and both are related to P.E. lessons. (I apologise if I have already detailed the latter in another thread).

The first incident happened after a P.E. lesson had finished. I was getting changed back into my school uniform after having a shower, when a couple of other boys noticed my underpants. I can't remember what had happened (possibly a red pair which had been washed too often), but they had turned a pink colour. The two boys, a large blonde called Jonathan, and a smaller Australian kid called Neil started laughing and both chorused "Leslie's wearing pink pants!" . They said it quite loudly, repeating it over & over. I had to put up with them teasing me for the rest of the day. (Eventually, the incident was forgotten about, much to my relief).

The other incident relates to my P.E. Kit . For the first two years or so. it consisted of white T-shirt, black shorts, white socks and black plimsolls. Nothing too embarrassing , except due to some mix-up, I was wearing a girl's P.E. kit! (The boy's P.E kit was actually a football strip). The Sports Teacher did comment about my outfit, and it was relief when I got the correct one.

I have also just remembered another humiliation, but this did not involve a P.E. kit. To put it bluntly, a girl beat me at arm-wrestling! (If other boys thought that I was a  bit of a wimp or sissy, then this confirmed it).

School. Happiest Days of your life?  -more like Humiliating! Smile
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#2
My school days were more defined by humiliation than 'best'.

There were days when my mother would make me wear my sister's knickers to school. She never did it deliberately on PE or sport day, but I always had that fear that I'd got the day wrong, or my trousers would somehow split, or, more likely, be pulled down by bullies.
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(09-29-2017, 07:46 PM)Ali Wrote: My school days were more defined by humiliation than 'best'.

There were days when my mother would make me wear my sister's knickers to school. She never did it deliberately on PE or sport day, but I always had that fear that I'd got the day wrong, or my trousers would somehow split, or, more likely, be pulled down by bullies.

I had 2 elder sisters they had a lot more underwear than me, often it was only the girls underwear that was clean, so I spent quite a lot of my youth, in school knickers, and other hand me downs, including their plimsolls, everyone at home said that plimsolls were unisex, but I was the only boy in my class who had to wear girlish black slip on plimsolls, and not just for P.T. ! coming from a poorer area it was the norm for lads to wear plimsolls most of the time instead of shoes, But not girlish black slip on plimsolls, even after I'd worn out their cast off's my mother found a ready supply of them at Jumble sales, they were always slip on's too, worst still they often had girls names biroed  inside them, So why always slip on plimsolls at Jumble sales simple really when the girls left school they couldn't wait to get rid of their plimsolls, but the boys would play football in theirs thus boys plimsolls got worn out.
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(09-25-2017, 01:41 PM)Sissy Leslie Wrote: Hi everyone.

One place that I associate with humiliation is school, in this case Secondary Modern/High. There are a couple of incidents in particular which led to my embarrassment and both are related to P.E. lessons. (I apologise if I have already detailed the latter in another thread).

The first incident happened after a P.E. lesson had finished. I was getting changed back into my school uniform after having a shower, when a couple of other boys noticed my underpants. I can't remember what had happened (possibly a red pair which had been washed too often), but they had turned a pink colour. The two boys, a large blonde called Jonathan, and a smaller Australian kid called Neil started laughing and both chorused "Leslie's wearing pink pants!" . They said it quite loudly, repeating it over & over. I had to put up with them teasing me for the rest of the day. (Eventually, the incident was forgotten about, much to my relief).

The other incident relates to my P.E. Kit . For the first two years or so. it consisted of white T-shirt, black shorts, white socks and black plimsolls. Nothing too embarrassing , except due to some mix-up, I was wearing a girl's P.E. kit! (The boy's P.E kit was actually a football strip). The Sports Teacher did comment about my outfit, and it was relief when I got the correct one.

I have also just remembered another humiliation, but this did not involve a P.E. kit. To put it bluntly, a girl beat me at arm-wrestling! (If other boys thought that I was a  bit of a wimp or sissy, then this confirmed it).

School. Happiest Days of your life?  -more like Humiliating! Smile
Hi Sissy Leslie

Boys (and girls for that matter) are very quick to pounce on anyone who deviates even a teeny weeny bit from the accepted rigid gender stereotypes and your experiences are a classic example of that.  Ironically, Boys are even more prisoners of their gender than girls are!  The tiniest deviation can turn a boy into a sissy with all of the ridicule and bullying that follows.  It is so unfair!

When I was at school, I was a small, weedy and very feminine-looking boy who admired the smart uniforms and PE kits of the girls and yearned to be one of them, but alas it was never to be! My mother had very strict views on gender - boys were boys and girls were girls and was to be no crossover in any way - but far from making femininity averse to me it actually made me want it more and the rest is history.

Thanks for sharing 

Love Lottie
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(06-12-2019, 12:03 PM)Henpecked Wrote:
(09-29-2017, 07:46 PM)Ali Wrote: My school days were more defined by humiliation than 'best'.

There were days when my mother would make me wear my sister's knickers to school. She never did it deliberately on PE or sport day, but I always had that fear that I'd got the day wrong, or my trousers would somehow split, or, more likely, be pulled down by bullies.

I had 2 elder sisters they had a lot more underwear than me, often it was only the girls underwear that was clean, so I spent quite a lot of my youth, in school knickers, and other hand me downs, including their plimsolls, everyone at home said that plimsolls were unisex, but I was the only boy in my class who had to wear girlish black slip on plimsolls, and not just for P.T. ! coming from a poorer area it was the norm for lads to wear plimsolls most of the time instead of shoes, But not girlish black slip on plimsolls, even after I'd worn out their cast off's my mother found a ready supply of them at Jumble sales, they were always slip on's too, worst still they often had girls names biroed  inside them, So why always slip on plimsolls at Jumble sales simple really when the girls left school they couldn't wait to get rid of their plimsolls, but the boys would play football in theirs thus boys plimsolls got worn out.
When I was in school , myself and another boy had "forgotten our kits" once too often. We were made tho wear the girls type black slip on plimsolls, along with school issue white t-shirt and blue short shorts As the other boys were trying to outdo each other with fashionable training shoes it was very humiliating (but strangely enjoyable..). In a later year , my parents said iI would have to make do with white plimsolls  for PE  (very few boys woe them)until my work improved. I've associated  them punishment ever since!
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#6
I too associate plimsolls with punishment, but not because I had to wear them.

Old-fashioned school plimsolls are an EXTREMELY effective spanking implement. Six or twelve strokes across Mummy's lap, knickers down. Quite unforgettable.
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When I was in the early part of my high school period (around year 7 & 8) I had to go round to my friend Gabrielle’s house to do my homework (as we finished school long before my mother finished work). Her mother believed in homework being part of the school day and therefore staying in uniform to do it whilst at the same time believing in equality of gender experiences. I think therefore she saw a bit of an opportunity in me and we would have to wear each other’s school uniform to do the homework.

So we had about twenty minutes from arriving home for Gabrielle to change into my trousers, shirt, shoes, tie and blazer and at the same time for me to don her knee length socks, dolly pumps, pleated skirt, blouse and blazer and for Gabrielle to then apply a replication of her makeup onto my face.

If we finished the homework before my mum finished work we got to change back, but if not we had to keep each other’s uniform for the night (and I would be provided with a set of Gabrielle’s underwear - you will see why shortly).

Taking this scenario of having gone home as Gabrielle, the following morning I would obviously have to put her uniform back on, but this time complete with underwear. My mum would then do my makeup and plait my hair (which she had taken to keeping long). 

On arriving back at Gabrielle’s house we had around an hour before we had to set off for school (and therefore around half an hour to complete our homework). In the event that we did not finish in time the penalty was perhaps obvious and happened maybe half a dozen times; Gabrielle would have to attend school as a boy and I as a girl (note that this was Gabrielle’s mum’s policy, my own mum always stopped short of sending me to school in such attire when filing out her own petticoating regime). I remember one of these occasions was on a particularly blowy day and I spent most of the trip to school trying to avoid my hemline rising and showing my knickers. Having to explain to our teachers why we were dressed in such a manner was an interesting experience. 

This was made worse by two factors; firstly, that almost none of the girls wore skirts, almost all voting for the trouser option, which made me particularly stand out (my sister having to wear a skirt and nappy to school under our mother’s petticoat punishment would eventually trump this). The other factor was that in the event of a PE lesson taking place on such a day, Gabrielle was the only girl to opt for the PE skirt rather than shorts. Consequently I had to go with girls to play netball, hockey etc while the boys played football and rugby. So basically, I was the only boy in the girls group and also the only one wearing a skirt.

What is more, at school break a lot of the girls used to play that game where a number of girls jump over a long rope and on a couple of these occasions while in a school skirt I was required to join in. I must have been flashing my knickers to anyone within sight.

Years later, Gabrielle became my main confidante during my permanent secretary punishment just before I left home and while she had become a much more independent woman by then, choosing generally to wear jeans, she always made sure she was similarly dolled up if she knew we were going to meet up. I remember one time she came over to stay at our’s for the night and in an act of unparalleled solidarity she drank six cans of fizzy drink and went to sleep in a wet nappy the same as both myself and my sister.

When we all met at the breakfast table the following morning in our similarly drooping nappies, I think she came to realise that I had encountered far harsher petticoating than she had.

We still meet up from time to time. She is a banker based out of Frankfurt do on the occasions when I am in the city as a stewardess we will meet up.

We are totally opposite ends of the spectrum now; she wears quite a masculine pant suit and I rock up in a flight stewardess uniform wearing a Knee length pencil skirt (or at least it was while I was on probation; after probation we are required to raise the hem to show more leg) high heels and makeup. So I suppose in a way although it is the line I have gone into, I still am institutionally petticoated
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