Jana and the badminton dress (F/m story)

A short het story about a submissive boy persuaded to wear nice tight clothes for a dominant woman. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Uh, thanks Mike, but these are really too small for me," I said. "See?" I half-turned to show him how the scrubs were just about to pop at the seams. "Ah, whatever, dude, keep them, lose some weight or something," he replied, waving a hand at me. "My buddy always brings me a set when she comes to crash." Jana's door opened and she stuck her head out. "Let me see," she said, a wry grin on her face. "Oh. Yes, that is too tight." She shook her head. "Even for you." I wondered what that was supposed to mean. I mean, I'm fairly slender for my height, but I don't go in for close-fitting clothing much. I prefer a baggy, tomboy sort of look. Well, I say tomboy, I am actually a boy. Man. College student. My chest hair's coming in any day now. Whatever, OK? I went back into my room to change. To my surprise, Jana followed me in. She was dressed in some kind of sports kit that drew my eye, a navy T-shirt and shorts with flashes of purple and pink in some shiny polyester. It clashed with her colourless complexion and orange hair. "Uh... hey Jana," I said. "What's up?" "Mike told me you play badminton," she replied. Her outfit made more sense to me now. "Are you any good?" I shook my head. "I just play for fun," I told her. "Do you know how to play doubles without getting in your partner's way?" she asked me. "Uh..." I replied. "I don't chase every shot, if that's what you mean. Why? Do you need a doubles partner?" "Mine ditched me," she said. "And we were supposed to play the intra-collegiate tournament today." "Oh, sorry, Jana, I mean, there's no way I'll be any use at all at that level," I said. Jana shrugged. "Neither was she," she said. "But I am quite good. I really only liked playing with her because she was distracting." "Oh," I said. "I see." Although I didn't, really. It was looking less and less likely that I'd be able to refuse politely, but I tried anyway. "Sorry." Jana didn't seem to notice any reticence on my part. "I think you could do it. You are..." she put her hand to her chin as if searching for the words, "quite pretty. They will be looking at you instead of playing the shuttle." Cock, my brain finished. It's a little involuntary tic that I'd at least managed to stop myself from verbalising. Well. I supposed I did still have a certain boyish charm. "Uh," I said, "well..." You've got to understand, Jana was something of a force of nature. She wasn't especially exuberant, but she had a fierce intelligence and monumental ambition. This was in a five foot four, reasonably athletic frame, most notable for her thighs of doom. I didn't call them that. Mike the American called them that, to her face, and she reacted as if it were a term of endearment. I didn't have the courage. In any case, they were muscular, and topped by a large round bottom that made her upper half look dainty in comparison. She wore her exceedingly ginger hair in a low-maintenance page-boy and didn't seem to bother with makeup, unless you counted sunscreen. "Good, just a sec, I'll get you the uniform," she told me, and I understood that this adventure was starting, and that I didn't have a lot of say in it. She took the few paces to her room and returned in less time than my brain needed to unfreeze. "Oh, uh," I said. "Matching kit. Very pro." I did think that was kind of cool. I've always been a sucker for team sports, although I'm not very good at them. "Ya," said Jana, "she always said 'but I don't get sweaty so I don't need to wash it' but you know, that is just... wrong." Jana's attitude to personal hygiene may have had something to do with her nationality, but I wouldn't say the Germans care any more or less than we do about that sort of thing. "So I always take it back from her after we play. I paid for it, anyway." I was sensing more of a story there than I really wanted to know about, but the fact that I was holding and feeling a slick smooth uniform just like Jana's that a hot girl had worn overrode any qualms I might have had. "Ah. OK," I said, a little uncomfortably. Jana's outfit looked unisex enough apart from the pink and purple swishes, it was just that... "Will it fit?" I asked, hoping for a final reprieve. Jana narrowed her eyes and looked frankly at my bum, which was still prominently displayed in too-tight cotton hospital scrubs. "I think so. Yes. Try it on." She handed the bundle to me and I took it, to be polite. Then she stood there, waiting. "Uh, Jana," I said, after an uncomfortable moment. "Would you mind?" "Oh!" she said. "Of course." She turned around. And stood there. She folded her arms. "I'm a bit surprised that you're shy, given how cute you are." I blushed fiercely, glad that she wasn't looking at me. "Uh..." I started. I'm not... that word. Bunnies and puppies are cute. I... I'm fine, I don't hate how I look, but... maybe she didn't quite mean that. Maybe the word in german didn't mean the same thing, exactly. I am shy, though. I turned my back to her, although that just made me worry that she'd sneak a peek, but that it was better than seeing my bits hanging out, wasn't it, she'd only catch a bit of bum, but I still had pants on, so... I started peeling off the scrubs before my mind span completely out of control, which was not as easy as it could have been. The cotton didn't have any stretch. Once I was down to my briefs, I shook out the badminton kit that Jana had given me. "Jana," I said, firmly. In a high croaky squeak. I coughed. "Jana. This is... not for boys." She turned back around to face me. I blushed harder. I was naked except for my pants. I kept my eyes on her face. She was frowning slightly, but smirking at the same time somehow. I assumed this facial expression was exclusively available to germans as I had never seen it before. "You will be a very good distraction," she said. She came closer around to my side. One of her hands rested on the back of my neck, the other took the dress from my hands. "I think they won't be able to stop looking at your nice tummy and bum. And your smile, of course, that is very good. When you are happy, or laughing, mmm." She looked up at me, and the frown had faded right out but the smirk was still there. "Oh," I said. I twitched a little bit but her hand kept me where I was. "This is... mixed doubles, isn't it? I don't have to pretend to be...?" Jana laughed at that and stepped away. "Oh no, of course, it is mixed, the rules say at least one girl but you can have two, no, no, don't worry, anyway..." While she blithered on she gathered up the dress in her hands and slung it over my head. I smelled lycra and laundry powder. She kept up her chatter as she took my hands and guided them up through the armholes. Then she pulled the dress down in one quick movement, stepped in, and smoothed it down my sides. "There." My nipples were at full attention and my cock was half-way there. My body loved being handled by her, but more than that, it seemed to love the slick, slightly stretchy fabric that clung to my torso and bum before spreading out to swish around my thighs. "Jana..." said, but I wasn't able to say more. She had her thumbs up under the dress and was pulling down my pants. I was feeling wobbly. "There are also some shorts, so we don't see your little bits," she said. You'd have thought I'd be fully blushed by now, but apparently my cheeks could blush even harder, and they did. I took the shorts from her to avoid the humiliation of her dressing me like a child, and turned my back on her while I slipped them up my legs. The soft lycra stretched lusciously around my thighs and trapped my cock and balls up high. Jana had been observing my bum as I bent down. "Yes, you will do nicely," she said. "Just one more thing." She went over to the sink in the corner and retrieved my razor. "Oh, come on," I said. But I couldn't move as she shaved my legs. ----------------- She was right. They were distracted. Enough for her to win easily. I barely touched the shuttle. By the end... I think I even liked it. The looks, the curious ones but also the envious. There was only hostility once, and Jana punished them with the shuttle so hard they looked like they were about to cry. ----------------- I was riding high on adrenaline when we got back to the shared house. I hadn't taken the dress off. Jana was all smiles and light touches, on the small of my back, on my forearm, occasionally brushing some imaginary dust out of my hair. "You were amazing," I told her. "You play really well. Why aren't you in the university team?" She shrugged, and gave me half a hug. "I could not have done it without you," she said, in defiance of the truth. She went into her room, and I followed because she was still holding me. She sat on the bed. She smiled broadly at me, giving me the full effect. Her satisfied smirks had only had about ten percent of the effect her smile had on me now. I was kneeling on the carpet in front of her. She pulled my head slowly forwards and buried my nose between her legs. Then she closed her thighs around my head and squeezed gently. Her sweat and stink became my whole world in the space of a few breaths. Her thighs of doom extracted any last resistance from me. I whimpered, moaned, and orgasmed, touched only by the slick stretchy fabric of my girl's badminton uniform.

A very nice story! Well done! :)

Very erotic story!!! I hope you write a sequel.