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"Mom I don't want to go to Aunt Margaret's for the entire summer. I already promised the guys that I would sign up for summer ball. I hate her and she hates me and you know it! You can't do this to me!" Daniel complained loudly."I'm sorry if you had plans but so do I young man. I can't help it if
Paul asked me to spend the summer with him in Europe. You know how
much I love him. I really think he is going to ask me to marry him
while we are in France. I can't pass up this opportunity. Ever since
your no good two timing Father left us in the lurch, it's been a
struggle and you know it. If it weren't for your Aunt's good graces,
we'd be living in skid row right this minute. Paul is a good man, he
has his own successful business and he cares for the both of us. We
cannot let this chance pass us by. So you will go to your Aunt's for
the summer and you will behave yourself," Doris countered her son's
demands.
"Awwww, Mom! Aunt Margaret is weird and she lives in the middle of no
where. I don't know anybody there and besides if Paul loves you so
much he will marry you when he gets back. She's wacko Mom! Who in
their right mind sends her nephew such stupid stuff and she treats me
like a girl," he retorted.
"Daniel, that's enough! Your Aunt is not weird. Maybe a bit eccentric
but she cares for us. She was very happy to hear that you were going
to spend some time together. She's been after me to let you visit ever
since your father left us. Margaret buys you the nicest things
whenever she visits. So I don't understand why you are putting up such
a fuss. Three months will give you both plenty of time to really get
to know one another," his Mother argued.
"Mom, how can you say that? She treats me like a little sissy and
those gifts. How can you call that red velvet sailor suit she gave me
for Christmas anything but weird? No body wears clothes like that. I
felt like a complete dork going to church dressed in that. She keeps
pinching my cheeks and telling everybody how cute I am. She even calls
me 'Heather' and says I should have been a girl. I don't like it," he
replied.
"That's true but she means well. She's had it rough living alone all
these years. If she didn't care for you, she wouldn't want you to
visit in the first place. You're small for your age. You hate sports
and have a delicate disposition so I can see why she treats you the way
she does. You'll just have to make the best of it darling. You leave
tomorrow right after school lets out. My mind's made up and you are
going to spend the summer with your Aunt. Her driver will be here to
pick you up so don't be late. If I have to come looking for you, I
promise that when I find you, well, you will have a very sore bottom.
Don't try my patience and I don't want to hear anymore about it! You
are going and that's final," she said firmly ending the argument.
Daniel spent a miserable night. He wasn't happy about going to his
weird Aunt's for the summer. He didn't see that much of her since she
lived up state but she was always mollycoddling him and bringing him
weird gifts. The gifts were always labeled: To Heather. He
positively hated being called Heather.
That red velvet sailor suit she gave him at Christmas was a prime
example of her way out gifts. The pants fit him tightly in the crotch
and butt, had those flashy brass buttons in the front and wide flares
at the legs. The white dress shirt had ruffles of all things at the
collar and cuffs. The matching long sleeved red pull-over top had
white satin piping on the back flap and a deep "V" neckline. The
jacket left the ruffles at his collar and cuff fully exposed. A white
satin scarf was tucked under the back flap and tied into a square knot
in front with long streamers. A white straw hat with red satin band,
white nylon socks and bright red patent leather Mary Jane styled shoes
completed the outfit.
He still couldn't believe his Mother made him wear it to midnight
services. It took him months to get his friends to stop teasing him
about it. He was still reluctant to bring his friends over to the
house as his Mother had an eight by ten portrait of him in that suit
sitting on the mantel.
He received other weird gifts that no self respecting teenage boy
should ever be seen with. Up on his shelf was that stupid farm girl
doll dressed in a blue gingham dress with white petticoats and starched
white apron she had given him for a birthday present and his Mother
insisted he keep on display. Then there was the time he demanded she
send him an action figure. Instead, he got that stupid Ken doll with a
bunch of Barbie clothing to dress him in. On his last birthday, she
sent him a music box with a twirling ballerina on top. There had been
no end to the humiliating gifts, each one seeming more humiliating than
the next.
Her infrequent visits were even worse. She was always telling his
Mother that he was too pretty to be a boy and stuff like that. Once,
she took them shopping for new clothing and embarrassed the snot out of
him. She had the nerve, when they were leaving the women's department
with his Mother's arms loaded, to stop in the little girl's lingerie
section. There she held up a pair of yellow nylon panties with lace
frills and a matching training bra in front of him and asked if he
would like some of his own. On her last visit, she brought him violet
colored cotton sheets with a matching satin comforter and pillow covers
with white lace accents. Of course his Mother insisted that he use
them.
Ooo
Rodger was more like a shadow in Margaret's world keeping to the
sidelines. He ran the household, supervising the cleaning and
gardening staff when they showed up. He did most of the cooking,
acting as chauffeur and general handy man. He was stiffly formal when
around Margaret and others. They had little personal contact and they
both enjoyed that relationship. He had his own house off to the side
of the main building and stayed there when not working. He had had his
own problems with the outside world and was happy to be isolated from
prying eyes. Occasionally, he would go into town on a day off but was
satisfied to stay in his own abode. He was in his mid-fifties, six foot
two inches tall with salt and pepper hair and lanky.
When Daniel arrived home Rodger was waiting. Daniel always thought
that Rodger had a stick stuck up his ass and liked to call him 'Lurch.'
"Just where have you been? You're an hour late," his Mother demanded
as soon as he walked in the door.
"Just saying goodbye to my friends, that's all. It's all your fault
that I won't be seeing them," he responded sullenly.
"Well, go up and change. I laid out your clothing for the trip and be
quick about it. You have kept Rodger waiting long enough," she
ordered.
When he got to his room, Daniel tossed his book bag into the corner
then groaned as he saw the clothing on his bed. "Crap, why did she
have to put that out for me to wear," he mumbled then shouted, "Mom! I
don't want to wear this. Can't I please just wear shorts and a tee
shirt?"
"You'll wear that to please your Aunt. Now, hurry up, or I'll send
Rodger up to help," she yelled back.
"All right all ready! I'll do it but I won't like it," he shouted
back.
Daniel quickly slipped out of his school uniform and picked up the
crème colored shorts. The front had a short zipper, fastened with a
big pearl button and was pleated with turned up cuffs. There were two
slanted pockets in the front but were too shallow to put anything into.
Again, the cut was such that it was tight in the crotch and butt but
flared at the legs. A pink pull over shirt with rounded collar and
short capped sleeves was next. It was too short to tuck into his
shorts and left his navel exposed whenever he moved. White nylon socks
and white canvas tennis shoes completed his dressing. The short's set
was another one of Aunt Margaret's gifts.
He stood looking at his reflection disgusted with himself. "I'm so
glad my friends can't see me now. I look like a geek. Oh well, might
as well get this over with," he thought.
When he came back downstairs, his Mother made a big fuss. She told him
how nice he looked and that she would miss him. She tousled his long
mousy brown hair, bent down and kissed him on the cheek. As she
stepped back, he rubbed his cheek with his palm blushing. Rodger was
standing nearby and his Mother's show of affection embarrassed him.
"Here's your bag. I packed it for you. So off you go and have a
wonderful time with your Aunt Margaret. We've kept Rodger waiting for
far too long," she said.
"What? Only one bag? I thought I was going to spend the entire summer
with her," he said hoping that he wouldn't have to stay at his Aunt's
that long.
"No way has she packed enough clothing to last the summer," he thought.
"Your Aunt said to only pack the essentials dear. She's going to buy
you all that you will need for the summer. Isn't that wonderful news?
You know your clothing is getting a bit thread bare and I can't afford
to buy you a whole new wardrobe. Now kiss me goodbye and I'll see you
when I get back," she replied dashing his hopes.
Ooo
Aunt Margaret was in her early forties, his Mother's elder sister by
six years. She was tall at five foot eight, auburn hair which she
normally kept in a bun at the back of her head and a full middle aged
woman's figure. She dressed conservatively in skirts and blouses with
a cardigan sweater about her shoulders. She had married into money, a
lot of money, and was a widow.
Her husband died a few years after the marriage and left her everything
but what she wanted most. She wanted a daughter more than anything but
she was left alone. Unfortunately, the will leaving her all that money
had a qualification. It stated that if she remarried or had a child
out of wedlock, then she would forfeit the inheritance. He had been a
jealous man who looked upon his wife as his personal property. Her
being able to find happiness at his demise and expense galled him to no
end, so the provision was put into the will. Perhaps if she had an
education and could find gainful employment, she might have walked away
from it all but she didn't.
Due to her marriage and the will's restrictions, Margaret became a
recluse. The only pleasure she allowed herself was to indulge her baby
sister. Doris was an unfortunate lady, married young to a two timing
bum who left her soon after she gave birth. Making sure her sister and
young son had a roof over their heads and food on the table was
Margaret's one pleasure. She was jealous that her sister had a
wonderful child, a boy child that was entirely too pretty to be a boy
to her way of thinking. She had convinced herself that Daniel should
have been born a girl named Heather.
Now Daniel was coming for an extended visit, a visit that Margaret
planned on being much longer than just the summer if she had her way.
She had tried so many times in the past to get Doris to let her keep
the child but she had always found some excuse not to send him.
"Well not this time. I have it all figured out. I put Paul up to
dating and charming you for the sole purpose of getting my hands on
Daniel. It's about time I had the chance to enjoy my life and I'm
going to do it. Paul will make you see things my way. After all, it
will be so much better if I raised Daniel so you two love birds can
have some fun. It's not like I cheated you? I gave you Paul and you
give me Daniel for my own. That's fair isn't it," she told herself.
She lived in her Tudor styled mansion out in the country away from the
distractions of the big city. She enjoyed her remoteness for two
reasons. She loved the natural beauty surrounding her estate and it
kept the neighbors at a distance. The house had been built on top of a
knoll which provided a grand view of the manicured grounds and forest
beyond. The back patio overlooked the pool, tennis courts and in the
distance a small sparkling stream. She was content for the most part
in her solitude but the absence of social interaction had made her
eccentric.
She had a few friends that lived in the nearby "artist colony" township
that she visited. Like a lot of starving artist, her friends didn't
mind her patronage and catered to her desires. One of her best
friends, Madge, leased a beauty salon and aspired to become "The"
makeup artist of the stars someday. Margaret's patronage would perhaps
get her there. Makeup artists and costumers went hand-in-hand in
Holly****, so Madge introduced Margaret to Gwen and Rosa who aspired to
become designers to the stars.
All three were very determined to achieve their goals no matter what
they had to do to get there. The only thing holding them back was the
financial wherewithal to make it happen. Margaret was their golden
goose and whatever she wanted, she would get. Over the course of time,
she had told her friends all about Heather. Of course, they not only
supported her views about Daniel but encouraged her. They decided
amongst themselves to come up with a plan to make Margaret's dreams
come true. If they did that, then she would owe them big time. Maybe
a reward big enough to send them all off to Holly**** in style was
their hope.
"Margaret, I've been talking to the girls and we've come up with an
idea. You said Daniel would resist your efforts but our idea should
make him beg you to dress him like a girl. What if we found a way to
make him so ashamed of the way he was dressed, he'd demand to be put
into dresses and skirts?" Madge said during one of her early salon
visits.
"You found a way to make him beg to wear dresses? I find that hard to
believe but I'm interested in any ideas you may have Madge," she
replied.
"We've decided that he has to be completely humiliated by the way you
treat him and by the way you dress him. The twins and I think you
should make him look and act like the biggest sissy there ever was.
Just think for a minute, if you were dressed like a toddler in all
those lacy frills at your age, wouldn't you beg to be put back into
adult clothing? We think the same thing will apply to Daniel. That's
what the girls think. For my part, I think you need to add female
hormones. The hormones will not only change his body but should change
his mindset as well. Looking at those pictures of him, he hasn't
reached full puberty. The hormones will stop any further beard growth
and other male enhancements. You don't want that pretty face to become
all angular and square do you?" she continued.
"Why I never gave that any thought Madge. Make him a great big sissy
to the point where he begs to be dressed like a big girl? It kind of
makes sense when I think about it. Using hormones sounds like a good
idea. I certainly would hate to see that pretty face turn all rugged
and hairy. Why the male enhancements? I don't get the connection?"
she thoughtfully replied.
"It's only temporary until the hormones take control dear. You know
very well that men only think with one organ. If he is kept in a state
of constant arousal, he won't be able to think straight. He'll
associate his delicate state to the constant touch of satin and
chiffon. It will confuse him and keep him off balance. Remember, you
have to change his mind as well as his body. If you don't do that,
then once he gets away from you, he'll just change back into a nasty
boy," she answered.
"You and the twins have given me a lot to think about Madge. I do so
want Daniel to embrace my Heather. If turning him into a sissy first,
well, it might be worth the effort but I don't know when we could put
all this into action. Doris still refuses to let him visit for the
summer. She always has some excuse," she replied.
"Well, the first thing you need to do is find someone to take her mind
off her son? From what you tell me he's all she has. Seems a
distraction or better yet, a love interest might be what's called for.
Next, you need to start sending him gifts suitable for a sissy. Start
out simple, like, you know, pink sheets or give him a doll and such.
If you can, send his Mom a bottle of 'vitamins' to get him started.
Just don't tell her what they really are," Madge said.
Margaret's salon visit had been a revelation and she began putting a
plan of action together. She had a friend of a friend that was
desperate for money, early middle aged, handsome and eligible. Maybe
with the right incentives she could get him to date Doris. The
proposal was accepted by Paul, certain funds were transferred and Doris
started dating for the first time in ages.
On a visit to her sister's, Margaret was pleased to see the sheets on
his bed and the doll sitting on a shelf in his bedroom. Convincing
Doris that Daniel needed vitamin supplements was easier than she
thought. When she left, she made sure Doris had a large bottle of
purple pills to give her son.
Once the plan was in motion and the results promising, Madge was ready.
Madge showed her hairstyles only a sissy would adore. The twins
created costumes only the sissiest of sissies would love. Between the
three, they designed a sissy heaven. Everything from furnishings and
decor to lingerie and wardrobe no matter how outlandish were shown to
Margaret. The more Margaret saw the more her imagination ran away with
itself. It had taken two years to get them where Margaret's wish could
come true.
Ooo
Daniel was met in the foyer of the big house by his Aunt. "Oh my
darling, it is so very good to have you finally here with me. We are
going to have such a wonderful time together. Come let me show you to
your room and then we'll have some dinner after you freshen up. You
must be starving after that long drive," she exclaimed rushing over to
give him a big hug and kiss on the cheek.
He looked up at her as he pulled his forearm across his just kissed
cheek. "I'm here but I'd rather be back home if you don't mind," he
replied.
"Oh you are going to love it here darling. I have so many plans and
things for us to do. Now come along and I'll take you to your room,"
she said as she reached down and pinched his cheek.
"Cripes do you have to pinch my cheek? It hurts and I don't like it,"
he complained.
"Oh don't be upset darling. It's just my way of showing affection.
Now come along," she said with a big smile.
Daniel followed her up the winding marble staircase and down the hall
to a white painted door with a gold plated knob. She opened it with a
key she had around her neck, stepped back and ushered him into the
room. As he stepped into the room, he dropped his suitcase and his jaw
at the same time. Moving his gaze to take in the entire room, he was
both awed and mortified.
"You've gotta be kidding me? Right?" he finally managed to say.
"Of course not Heather, I'm sure in time you will come to absolutely
adore your room," she replied.
"Like hell I will! Get me another room or I'm outta here and stop
calling me Heather," he screamed.
"Why darling what is wrong? It's a lovely room. I had it decorated
for just this occasion. I spent a lot of money and time getting it
just right for your visit. It's the only one available and besides,
how do you think you're going anywhere? We're miles from the nearest
highway and Roger certainly isn't taking you anywhere. Now don't get
me mad so soon in your visit. I am perfectly capable of tanning your
backside if you give me any trouble," she said calmly.
"But...but it...it's a girls room!" he squeaked.
"Girl's room? Oh, it may be a bit femme but it's a room just like any
other room darling. It has a bed, bureau, dresser and vanity just like
all my other rooms. Darling, it's just a room. Relax and try to
indulge me darling. I don't want to have to spank you so soon," she
stated.
"Aunt Margaret please, can't I have a different room?" he plead.
"No dear, this is your room while you stay with me. Now the bathroom
is through that door over there. Unpack and freshen up then we can
have something to eat," she said giving him a solid slap to his butt
making him jump.
Daniel looked around his room. The walls were painted a soft pastel
pink with a decorative boarder in a lavender, lilac and purple floral
design. The single window had white ****en louvers and pale champagne
satin drapes. When he pulled up the louvers, he saw that the outside
was protected with burglar bars. Looking back into the room, tears
began to trickle down his face.
The oak floors were covered in furry white and pale pink area rugs.
The queen sized bed had a canopy of soft pink chiffon with four inches
of white floral lace trim. The chiffon canopy flowed down the four
spindle bed posts and was tied in place with champagne colored silken
cords. The drapery, when the cords were undone, would enshroud the
entire bed. The bed was covered in a champagne quilted satin comforter
with lace boarder and the two fluffy pillows covered in matching satin
pillow slips. The sheets were a dazzling pink satin.
Next to the bed was a round mahogany night stand with a white doily
covering. A ceramic Victorian doll lamp with a fancy shade in the
shape of an elaborate parasol and pink alarm clock were placed on it.
There was a large mahogany bureau against one wall and a dresser.
Tucked into a corner was a large champagne satin skirted vanity with
lighted mirror and champagne satin covered bench seat. A straight
backed chair with a cushioned seat and small desk the last pieces of
furniture. Sitting on top of the desk was a pink stuffed teddy bear
and oil lamp. The over powering smell of lavender that filled the room
had to be coming from that lamp. All the furnishings were in a Queen
Anne style.
On one wall was a large picture of a fuzzy white kitten with large
green eyes bating at a ball of pink yarn. Another wall had a framed
picture of a ballerina wearing a pink tutu and white leotard with
silver sequined embroidered bodice en pointe. The last picture was of
a Victorian dressed woman and her young daughter walking in a grassy
meadow.
Daniel had never been in a girl's room before but he couldn't imagine a
room more feminine and girly-girl than the one he was to call his own
for the next three months. Giving up any further examination of his
room, he opened his suitcase and removed his toiletries kit. He was
very disappointed when he saw the contents of his bag. There were two
pairs of shorts similar to the ones he had on except in tan and pale
blue. The two shirts were the same style as well colored white and
navy. The pajamas were a pair he had never worn. Just like the other
clothing in the suitcase, these were gifts from his wacky Aunt. What
made these pajamas so repulsive was the color, a pale peach, and
material, nylon. The pajama bottoms had short flared legs with a
darker peach satin hem about one inch wide on the legs and waist. The
top was a flared short sleeve with dark peach satin hemming at the
cuffs and down the front. He slammed the lid of the suitcase down and
walked into the bathroom.
The bathroom was just as girlie as the bedroom. Pink and white tile
predominated with a plush white rug by the large pink enameled bathtub
with its gold fixtures. There was no shower and that irked him for
some reason he couldn't explain. He went over to the commode and
pulled the lid up but the seat stayed firmly in place. No matter how
much he tugged it wouldn't budge. Giving in to his need, he sat and
peed muttering the whole time about how much he hated being at his
Aunt's.
Ooo
He didn't see anyone when he came back downstairs. "Hello, Aunt
Margaret. Where are you?" he yelled as he turned his head first right
then left trying to see someone. Daniel almost jumped out of his skin
when he heard a deep voice, "Madam is in the dinning room awaiting
you," coming from right behind him.
"Damn it man! Don't sneak up on me like that!" he shouted seeing Roger
standing there.
"I'm sorry if I startled you but if you'll come this way I'll take you
to Madam," Roger replied in a monotone.
"Yeah, sure Lurch! Whatever you say, just don't scare me like that
again," Daniel sarcastically replied.
"Ahhh, Heather my dear. Do come over and give your Auntie a sweet kiss
before you sit down. Sit here beside me," she said as he walked in.
"Please don't call me that. My name is Daniel in case you have
forgotten it," he replied sullenly. He gave her a reluctant peck on
the cheek and sat down where she had indicated.
"I'm starved! What's for dinner Aunt Margaret?" he asked.
"Darling, I've told you many times that you are too pretty to be called
Daniel. I think you make a wonderful 'Heather' and that's that. I
noticed that you have a bit of a tummy bulge sweetheart, so I asked
Roger to make us something light for this evening. I do think you will
like it. Roger fixed a wonderful duck salad with raspberry vinaigrette
sauce. It's one of my favorite summer time dinners," she informed him
as Roger appeared and placed the meal before them.
Daniel looked down at the small plate sitting before him. There were
four thinly sliced pieces of duck sitting on a pile of dark green
lettuce with a couple of raspberries covering the plate. There was a
small saucer containing one large purple pill and a small white one
sitting off to the side. A large glass of lemonade was placed to his
right.
He looked up to see his Aunt nibbling at her salad. Never having eaten
duck before, he moved it around with his fork for a few seconds before
skewing it on his fork. As he brought it to his mouth, his Aunt told
him to put it down and cut it into four small pieces.
"Darling, I'm ashamed by your lack of table manners. Didn't your
Mother teach you anything? I will not have you gulping down masses of
food like that. Cut it up into smaller pieces and chew it thoroughly
before swallowing like a civilized person, if you would," she
chastised.
Daniel looked at her with confusion written all over his face. "Hell,
this bit of meat needs cutting? It's not as long as my thumb and
almost thin enough to see through," he thought.
"Dear, I'm not going to tell you again. You need to cut your servings
into smaller pieces. If I have too, I'll cut it up for you just like a
baby. Is that what you want?" she said seeing his expression.
He certainly wasn't going to let her cut up his food for him, so he did
as he was told. It took him four times as long to finish his salad as
it normally would take. As he finished he looked expectantly at his
Aunt to announce the next course. When she just smiled sweetly, he
asked, "Aunt Margaret, I'm ready for more. Is Roger going to serve
dinner now?"
"Darling I would appreciate it if you would just call me Auntie. Aunt
Margaret is so formal and makes me sound old. Just call me Auntie from
now on and to answer your question, that was dinner. As you will come
to learn, I like small main meals with tea at midmorning and afternoon.
Now take your health supplements there in that dish then we can retire
to the lounge," she said.
"But Aunt...err...Auntie....I'm a growing boy and I need food. I'm
still starving and haven't had anything since lunch time," he
protested.
"Nonsense my sweet, you'll get use to smaller healthier servings and
will thank me in the end. I want you to be healthy that's why I've
added some supplements for you to take with each meal. Now, finish
your lemonade and swallow your pills then we can go watch some
television," she stated firmly enough to make him comply.
He picked up the two pills and looked at them closely, "What's this
white one? Mom just gives me this big purple thing," he asked.
"Oh, err, that's a....a mineral supplement to go along with your
vitamin," she said thinking fast.
He had a questioning look on his face as he popped them into his mouth.
With three swallows the pills were ingested and the lemonade finished.
"I'm still hungrier than a horse," he mumbled as he put the glass down.
In the lounge, Roger served them tea as they sat on the overstuffed
couch. Instead of turning on the television, Auntie put some classical
music on. As the sounds of Mozart filled the room, Daniel sank back
into the sofa in resignation. Not for the last time did he wonder why
he had been placed in this living nightmare. Silently he cursed
himself and his Mother for putting him at her sister's mercy. As he
was finishing his tea, he felt dog tired and could barely keep his eyes
open. The last thing he remembered was his Aunt taking the cup and
saucer from his hand.
Ooo
"Roger, would you please come in here. I need a hand getting Heather
upstairs and ready for bed," Margaret yelled.
She turned and placed the cup and saucer on the coffee table and nearly
jumped as Roger stood right beside her. "Dang it Roger, I do wish
you'd make a little more noise when you move around. Come on, pick him
up and bring him up to the bath," she ordered.
In short order Daniel was lying naked in the bathtub with a plastic
shower cap on his head. She examined his nude body and was pleased to
note the small fleshy mounds and pink nipples on his chest, the cute
roundness of his bottom and the smallness of his package. Margaret then
donned a white plastic bib apron and latex gloves. She was now
scooping globs of paste from a large container of depilatory which she
was using to coat Daniel's skin. She made sure she coated every square
inch from his sideburns to his nose down to his toes paying special
attention to his groin and ass as she went. Once the crème did its
job, she sprayed him down while rubbing the foul smelling foam from his
body. When she finished washing off his body, except for eyebrows and
head, it was as smooth as a baby's bottom.
She dried him off with a big fluffy pink towel and removed him from the
tub. She carefully laid him down on the white rug beside the tub and
powdered him with lilac scented talc. Satisfied with her
accomplishments, she took him under his arms and dragged him to his
bed. There she dressed him in his peach pajamas and tucked him in for
the night.
"Nightie night my darling, I can't wait to see you all dressed up for
our little excursion tomorrow. We'll get you so many lovely and dainty
things then. I'm sure it will embarrass you to death but I don't care.
It will be all the more reason you will not want to leave me my dear.
I just can't imagine you trying to run away once I have you beautifully
dressed. By the time I am finished with you, you will be the puffiest,
girlie-girl ever.
Ooo
Daniel woke up the next morning with Margaret shaking his arm. "Ahhh,
wha...what time is it?" he asked.
"Why darling it's almost seven and I let you sleep way too long. We
have a very busy day ahead of us and you need to hurry up. I have
brought you some hot tea and a bowl of cereal for breakfast. You
finish that up while I prepare your bath. Now, out of bed and eat up.
Once you're soaking, I'll get some clothing together for you to wear,"
she stated.
Half awake he stumbled out of bed over to the desk and began eating.
"I don't remember putting on these pajamas," he thought as he lifted
the spoon to his mouth.
The strong smell of lavender assailed his nose as soon as he stepped
into the bathroom. It was obviously coming from the big tub filled
with popping multi-colored bubbles.
"I think I'm going to gag," he mumbled as he moved over to the commode.
Still groggy he pulled down the pajama bottoms and sat to do his
business. Flushing, he stood and removed the top and tossed it along
with the bottoms onto the counter top. It wasn't until he put one foot
into the hot tub that he noticed the loss of his body hair.
"Ho....how...how did this happen? Where's all my hair? ****! Some
how she must have done this to me but why don't I remember? Crap! I
look like a little kid down there. That's it! I'm getting out of here
right now even if I have to walk a thousand miles naked. I won't let
her get away with this," he thought as he hastily pulled his pajamas
back on.
"Aunt Margaret I don't know how or why but you shaved all my hair off
last night. I'm not staying here another min...." he screamed as he
re-entered the bedroom.
He stopped talking as he walked right into Roger. Before he could say
more or react, Roger grabbed him around the waist, picked him up and
carried him over to the vanity bench. Sitting down, he draped Daniel
over his wide lap and began spanking him with his huge bare hand. The
blows came fast and furious and Daniel was screaming in pain and
humiliation. He had never been spanked in his life and Roger was
giving him fifty of his best. When Roger finished punishing Daniel, he
stood letting Daniel fall to the floor like a wet dishrag.
"Will that be all Madam?" Roger asked.
"Yes, I think you did very well Roger. You may go but please don't
stray too far as I may need your help again," she replied.
"Now Heather, I hope you don't think that I enjoyed doing that but you
must learn to behave and do as you are told. You know it hurt me
almost as much as it did you but you gave me no choice. I expect you
to behave and listen to me when I tell you something. Otherwise, I
will regretfully have to call Roger to discipline you again. Get up,
dry those tears and take your bath. When you are finished let me know
as I have a few things to show you," she said.
The hot bath made his poor bottom sting all the more as he gingerly
stepped into its fragrant embrace. Remembering his Aunt's
instructions, he pulled the pink plastic shower cap over his head and
picked up the sponge. Taking the bar of French milled soap; he
lathered up the sponge and began washing. Thirty minutes later he
stepped out and dried off with a fluffy towel. As he rubbed the towel
across his body he noticed that it had an oily sheen and felt slick to
the touch. Finished, he wrapped the towel around his waist and called
to his Aunt.
"Sweetie please show some modesty. Pull that towel up around your
breasts and cover up properly," she said as she entered the room. Not
waiting for him to act, she walked over to him and wrapped the towel
around his chest tucking the end into what little cleavage he had.
"There that is much better. Be sure that you always cover up properly
in the future dear. Now, brush your teeth while I prepare a nice
cleansing douche for you. One can never be too clean you know both
inside and out. A nice cleansing douche always makes me feel so much
fresher," she continued.
Daniel had no idea of what she was talking about but with his bottom
still smarting wasn't about to ask. As he brushed his teeth, he
noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was taking something out
of the linen closet. It was a red rubber bag with a long white hose
attached. At the end of the hose was a big white plastic nozzle with
ridges and holes on the sides. He finished brushing as she bent over
the tub's faucet and began filling the bag with warm water until it
bulged.
She placed a hand behind his head and bent him over at the waist
telling him to stand still. She lubed up the plastic tip and slowly
inserted it into his rectum. He gave a startled whelp and rose up on
tip toe as he felt the nozzle go in. By the time the bag was empty,
his stomach was swollen and he had a very embarrassing stiffie.
Despite the cramping and bloating, his little man stayed stiff as a
board which did not go unnoticed.
"Well it looks like my little darling really likes her morning douche.
It's only natural I guess but scoot over to the toilet and let's get
finished," she said smugly.
It was embarrassing enough having a stiffie but having to relieve
himself while she was looking on was mortifying. Finished with his
hands washed, she took him by the hand and led him back into the
bedroom. After all that had happened this morning, Daniel had no fight
left. He didn't even respond when he saw what she was going to dress
him in for the day.
Standing him by the bed, she removed his towel and picked up a small
box. Stooping down on a knee, she took his little man and slid a lilac
colored satin penis sheath with a one inch floral lace rosette at both
ends up his shaft. She secured the satin bag around his testicles and
secured it in place with a thin violet ribbon tied in a cute bow. She
thought that the head of his penis poking through that lace frilled
collar was just delightful to see. There were two long violet
streamers coming off the end of the sheath that she used to pull his
penis back between his legs and tied them off around his waist.
"Oh that's perfect! It's so cute with everything tucked nicely away
like that," she exclaimed clapping her hands as she stood back up.
Daniel was shocked at what his Aunt had done. It was both humiliating
and stimulating at the same time. The cloth that caressed his skin was
soft and sensual as she pulled it on causing a tingling sensation to
run up his spine. It was also the first time anyone other than himself
ever touched him there. Yet, seeing what she had done to his manhood
embarrassed him no end. As she stood back up, all he could do was
blush rose red.
Grabbing a pair of sunflower yellow chiffon pantaloons with four rows
of ruffled white floral lace around the legs and a pert mint green
satin bow at the sides, she shook them out in front of his face.
"Aren't these the loveliest panties you've ever seen darling. They are
made of a double layer of the softest chiffon and have the cutest lace
and ribbon detailing. You're just going to love how they feel rubbing
across your pretty little bottom," she teased.
He cringed as she slowly pulled them up his legs. The soft material
sent shivers up his spine and his penis twitched in its confines. He
started to object but saw his Aunt with a knowing look in her eyes
which caused him to blush all the harder.
She picked another garment off the bed and held it up for him to
examine. "I know that you were hoping for a grown up bra darling but
this will have to do for now. Don't you think it's just the cutest
ever? Notice the dark yellow floral embroidery across the translucent
cups. It does have underwire support to help you fill out its "A" cups
and two hook and eye closure in the back. For a training bra it is
very elegant, don't you think? What? Cat got your tongue? Well
that's understandable. I felt the same way when I got my first
training bra. Don't worry, you'll grow into a big girls bra soon
enough," she said with a giggle.
A pair of white nylon ankle socks with a heavy frill of yellow lace was
pulled up his feet. She fluffed out the lace frill remarking on just
how cute they were. A bright white nylon blouse with full billowing
sleeves was then buttoned up the back. The blouse had a tight fitting
fluted collar that brushed his chin, ballooned cap shoulders that were
supported with thin boning, a very full and lacy jabot and tiered lace
at the cuffs that extended down to mid-palm. The nylon was thin enough
to just make out the outline of his bra.
A pair of mint green velvet shorts with a two inch band of bright
forest green satin trimmed each leg opening. The shorts were high
waisted and the legs fell to mid-thigh revealing the lacy frill of his
pantaloons. It zipped and button closed in the back, was tailored to
fit like a second skin across his backside and through the crotch while
the legs flared such that it looked somewhat like a short skirt. Then
she helped him into a pair of green patent leather Mary Janes. The
shoes had a two inch block heel and a decorative green bow on the toe.
Daniel was beside himself as Margaret dressed him. He hated what she
was doing but dared not complain. His poor bottom was still stinging
from his earlier spanking. She kept reminding him of that by patting
him on the bottom each time she put another piece of clothing on.
Daniel was not the manliest of men by a long shot and would be no match
for his Aunt's strength and totally at the mercy of Roger. He was not
stupid and with no where to run or seek help, managed to keep his calm.
He had a distant look in his eyes and stood numbly as his Aunt dressed
him. However, with every piece of clothing, every touch, every
comment, a little bit of his male ego died, replaced with shame and
humiliation.
Margaret, laughing and giggling, told him to spin around so she could
see the full effect. "Oh darling, you look positively scrumptious. I
just love that color on you. Come, give us another turn then I'll need
to brush your hair," she said.
At the vanity, she brushed out his longish hair leaving a middle part.
Using a pink rat tail comb, she combed the hair at the crown down over
his eyes and snipped the excess away. Using her fingers, she brushed
out his new bangs. Next, she grabbed a deep red lip pencil and
outlined his lips into a cute cupid's bow. Picking up a fine tipped
brush, she filled in the outline with a rich lustrous buttercup pink
lipstick. She sprayed a fine mist of gardenia scented perfume around
him as a finishing touch.
She produced a white straw hat with a wide yellow chiffon band and big
floppy bow tied at the back and secured it on his head. White cotton
gloves with a frill of lace at the wrists completed his dressing. The
only jewelry she gave him was a gold charm bracelet for his left wrist.
"Come along now my darling. We have appointments to keep and we don't
want to be late. I have such wonderful plans for us today," she said
smiling broadly.
Ooo
The ride to town was a long one and Daniel was thankful that the limo's
windows were darkly tinted. The last thing he wanted was for anybody
to see him dressed like he was. Sitting in the back seat with his
Aunt, he was forced to sit up straight with his hands neatly folded in
his lap. As the car drove over a bump in the road his stomach let out
a muted rumble.
"I'm starving. A stupid salad for dinner and nothing but a small bowl
of mush, glass of orange juice and half an apple for breakfast isn't
nearly enough. I guess she wants to humiliate and starve me to death
all at the same time," he ruefully thought.
The limo came to a stop. Roger opened the door and assisted them out.
The car was parked in front of a beauty salon, "Miss Angie's House of
Style," read the marquee. The outside of the building was all white
and pink including the awning that stood over the entrance. Daniel
shuddered at seeing where they were and feared the worst.
The inside was brightly lit. The walls were painted in alternating
white and pink stripes just like the outside. The flooring was in a
beige terrazzo. The smell of ammonia, acetone, perfume and other
exotic smells permeated the air. There were six pink fiberglass seats
with large dryer hoods over them on one side and six stylist barber
type chairs in white leather on the other. Between the two stations
were several tables set up to provide manicure and pedicure services.
The walls were covered with photos of beautiful women wearing different
hair styles and a few advertising posters.
"Hi! I'm Pauline. How may I help you?" a perky blonde asked from
behind the reception desk. She was looking at Aunt Margaret but when
she saw Daniel, her green eyes got big as saucers. "Oh my..," she
added.
"I'm Mrs. Grenoble and I have an appointment for my ward with Madge,"
Margaret replied.
"Errr...yeah...I mean, yes madam. I'll tell her that you are here,"
she said getting up.
"Please Aunt Margaret let's get out of here. Tha...that girl and
everyone in here will be making fun of me. Please don't do this to me,
please," Daniel begged.
"Nonsense, my darling, that young lady just isn't use to seeing someone
of your upbringing that's all. Pay these heathens no mind. We're
above such things...and...it's Auntie, not Aunt, remember," she said
firmly.
Daniel looked around for a means of escape. The only way out was
directly behind him but Roger was standing outside the door smoking a
cigarette. You could see panic written all over his face as he sought
out some form of refuge. He was thinking about just running when a
matronly looking middle aged woman came over with the receptionist
following behind. She was wearing a pink smock and grey pencil skirt.
She had full evening makeup and her black hair was styled in a shoulder
length bob. The white name tag surrounded in a frill of pink lace said
in pink script, "Madge."
"Hello Margaret, is this your lovely ward we've talked so much about?
Are you going to take him over to the twin's place later? She beamed.
"Yes Madge and I can't wait to see what you can do for my lovely ward.
As a matter of fact, we are going there as soon as you have worked your
miracles," Margaret replied with a broad smile.
They walked back to Madge's work station and she got quickly got down
to business. Daniel's hair was shampooed and conditioned three times
before he was sat upright. She began applying a thick paste to his
hair and wrapping strands in tin foil as she progressed around his
head. While he sat letting the solution do its job, another younger
woman came over and began working on his nails. Soon his nails had one
inch oval extensions painted a bright florescent pink. With his
fingernails done, she moved down and removed his shoes and socks for
his pedicure. It didn't take her long to have his toenails painted in
the same lacquered finish.
By the time the manicurist was finished, Madge was removing the foil.
Another shampoo and rinse and she began trimming off the split ends and
snipping off an errant hair here and there. Putting the scissors down,
she began rolling the top of his head in horizontal rows using one inch
pink plastic rollers very close together. With the top done, she began
rolling the sides vertically using one and a half inch blue rollers.
His hair tightly rolled, she placed a coil of cotton around his head
and began squirting a smelly solution liberally on each roller.
The pungent smell made Daniel's eyes water and he squeezed them tightly
shut. "What are they doing to my hair? I hope it isn't what I think
it is. If they give me a bunch of girlie curls I think I'll die," he
thought.
As he sat under the hooded dryer, Madge handed him a copy of "Teen
Idol" and told him he'd be there awhile. "Oh, damn, they're curling my
hair. I just know it. I look stupid enough in this crazy outfit.
Curls will only make it worse. Oh, man, look what they did to my
hands. What's Aunt Margaret doing to me...make me the laughing stock
of the entire state?" he mused.
As Madge removed the rollers out of his hair, Aunt Margaret was
standing in front of the chair holding his straw hat with a Cheshire
cat smile spread all over her face. "Madge you have captured just the
look I was hoping for and more. I can't wait to show Gwen and Rosa,"
she gushed.
A half can of hair spray later and he was finished. Madge spun the
chair around so he could see her creation in the wall mirror. To say
that he was stunned would be an understatement. He was filled with
disbelief, then shock and horror as he viewed his new image. His hair
had been bleached into a very brassy looking blonde was bad enough but
the style was horrendous. Tight tubular curls went horizontally from
his crown to the crest of his head, his bangs were plastered in stiff
swirls and the sides of his head were a mass of sausage curls.
Gushing compliments and praise on Madge, Margaret reached into her
large leather purse and extracted a big puffy forest green satin bow
with long streamers. Madge gladly fastened it into the back of his
head with a small hair comb. With the bow in place, Margaret placed
the straw hat forward on his head and slipped the thin elastic cord
under his chin to hold it in place.
Daniel just stared into the mirror in absolute horror. "She's making
me into the world's biggest sissy! I can't believe this! Where did
she even come up with the idea to do this to me? I've never seen
anything anywhere looking like I do now. Even that kid in that old
black and white movie....err..Little Lord something or the other didn't
look this fruity," his mind raged.
As he sat fuming in the chair, Madge stepped back and said, "You know
there is just something missing to make that look perfect. Ahhh, I
know, Margaret what do you think about pierced ears. A pair or two of
dangling chandelier earrings might be just the right thing to complete
the picture you are trying to paint."
"Why now why didn't I think of that! Madge could you do that for me?"
she gleefully responded.
As they walked out of the salon, Daniel had a new look and new earrings
as well. Madge was good as her word and pierced his ears twice. A
quarter inch gold ball was centered in each lobe with six delicate gold
chains in varying lengths hanging from them with tiny golden bells
attached to the ends. Next to each ball was a glistening pink
solitaire.
Ooo
Daniel was so stunned by his visit to the salon that Margaret had to
hold his elbow as they crossed the parking lot to the waiting limo. He
tried to keep his eyes glued to the asphalt as they neared the car.
The last thing he wanted to see was all the people pointing and making
fun of him. Madge had done her best to keep the other customers from
doing just that but he had seen them. They had been laughing,
pointing, making faces or sneering in revulsion but he had noticed.
Now he was out in public in a busy strip mall and all he wanted to do
was get back into the limo.
As Roger shut the door, Daniel looked with tear filled eyes up at his
Aunt and begged, "Aunt....Auntie please take me home. Haven't you done
enough for one day?"
"Why sweetheart, we've just begun. We simply must pay a visit to Gwen
and Rosa. They'll be dying to see you wearing their designer clothing
and your beautiful new do. Here take my hankie and dry those tears.
You're going to absolutely love those girls. Why they have the
greatest imaginations when it comes to creating eclectic styles. Why,
they were the ones to design and sew that wonderful outfit you are
wearing at the moment. Considering that they didn't have your exact
measurements, I think the fit most excellent. Now dry those tears,
we'll be there momentarily," she said.
The limo pulled into the drive of an older **** framed house. It was
painted chartreuse with forest green shutters. Looking at it one would
think it garish but the color scheme actually worked for the house
architecture. It was a four bedroom, two and a half bath single story
dwelling with a screened in porch and two massive red oak trees in the
front yard. As soon as the limo pulled into the drive, two women
appeared at the screen door.
Roger assisted them out of the limo and followed them up the walk.
Before they got half way, the two women were hugging Aunt Margaret.
"Margaret darling, it's so good to see you and this has to be your
precious Heather," they both said in unison giving her quick pecks on
the cheeks then turning their attention to Daniel.
Daniel tried to back behind his Aunt as the two enthusiastic women
reached for him. He wasn't quick enough as they knelt and grabbed him
around the waist pulling him into a group hug. Margaret just stood
there watching and laughing in pleasure.
"Oh my gosh, he is just precious!" exclaimed Gwen.
"Darling, absolutely darling," Rosa exclaimed.
"Gwen, check out these lovely curls. They are to die for," Rosa said
as she pulled the hat off his head.
As the girls were making a fuss over him, Daniel blushed beet red from
the top of his head down to his toes. "Not out here in the front yard!
Please let me go! Not here where everybody can see me!" his mind
screamed.
"Come on into the house. We have so many things to show you Margaret.
Ever since you told us your ward was coming we have been busy as little
bees. We can't wait to show you," they both said in unison.
Gwen and Rosa were identical twins with chestnut colored hair streaked
with grey and braided into pigtails that reached to the middle of their
backs. They wore very little makeup on their identical triangular
shaped faces. Gwen had a blue and white checked gingham dress with a
starched pinafore styled white cotton apron while Rosa wore the same
outfit except in red and white checks. They were big boned and had
ample bosoms.
Once inside the house, Margaret took Daniel's hat and gloves and placed
them on a nearby table. The house was furnished in antiques and had
the smell of age and a hint of mothballs. They were ushered into a
room that was set up like a clothing store show room. There was a
comfortable overstuffed settee and coffee table in front of a slightly
raised carpeted platform. Bright flood lights lit up the platform and
four full length mirrors framed the backside. A dressmaker's dummy was
off to the side.
Daniel was reluctant to get up on the platform but a firm slap to his
backside was all the encouragement he needed. There the twins had him
slowly turn, bend at the waist and then with his hands held high over
his head do a twirl. Blushing furiously, he stood shaking as they
joined him and began taking off his shorts and top. Left in his fancy
pantaloons and bra, Daniel didn't believe he could be more humiliated.
He tried to move his hands so he could cover his groin and chest but
was instructed to stand still. The twins needed to take his
measurements so they could adjust the outfits awaiting him to try on.
As Rosa pressed the upper part of her hand into his crotch measuring
his inseam, Daniel thought he was going to pass out. As she measured,
he kept his eyes tightly scrunched together and hoping his ordeal would
soon be over. The twins were giggling and having a great time getting
his exact measurements. Margaret and Roger were busy discussing
something and Daniel prayed the floor would open and save him. So they
didn't hear anyone come in.
Ooo
"Yoo-hoo! Ladies I'm here," a woman's voice sang out startling all of
them.
Daniel opened his eyes to see a tall shrewish looking woman enter the
room. Her hair was brown and tied into a tight bun at the back of her
head. Her long pointed nose and large framed tortoise shell eyeglasses
dominated her face. She was as thin as a reed and wearing a kaki
skirt, white cotton long-sleeved blouse and brown flats. Standing
beside her was a miserable looking young auburn haired boy. He was
wearing red shorts, white pull over shirt and sneakers. It was obvious
that he had been crying.
"Yoo-hoo girls I'm here for my appointment," she repeated.
"Oh Mrs. Hawthorne, welcome but you are here early," Gwen said.
"Sorry darling but we were in the neighborhood and thought it would be
no bother if we stepped in. My darling Jacob just couldn't wait to get
into his new frocks. I hope you don't mind?" she replied.
"Oh no, I'm sure Mrs. Genoble won't mind. Will you Margaret? This
will only take a few moments," Rosa apologized.
"Of course not, please go ahead and take care of Mrs. Hawthorne. We
can wait," Margaret politely stated.
"I'll make us some tea while you ladies get to know one another. I'm
sure you two will have a lot in common. Rosa take Jacob and help him
change would you please," Gwen said leaving the room.
Jacob tried to break free of Rosa's grip and make a run for it but his
Mother was between him and the entrance. She knelt down, reached out
and grabbed his cheeks with her long fingers squeezing firmly. "Now
listen here Jacob! No more fusing. You will go with Miss. Rosa and
you will do whatever she demands. I am determined to change your
attitude once and for all. You remember what I promised if you didn't
cooperate when we left the house, don't you? You behave or I swear you
will regret it. Now go!" she hissed.
Gwen was just finishing pouring the tea when Rosa came back into the
room. A very somber Jacob followed in her wake. He was wearing an
Alice in Wonderland styled outfit. The blue cotton full skirt was
modified with three tiers of ruffling at the hem and six inches of
white floral lace trim. Combined with the white apron, white knee high
stockings and black Mary Jane shoes, he made a cute Alice. A blue
satin ribbon was fitted around his short hair and tied off in a big
floppy bow high on his head. He was carrying a pink stuffed kitten in
his left hand and a small white knit purse in the other. Green eye
shadow, mascara, blush and pink lipstick adorned his face. From the
neck down, he looked all girl but the rest of him, despite the makeup,
looked all boy.
Gwen led the unfortunate youth up onto the platform where he was
required to pirouette which showed off his layers of stiff white net
petticoats. His Mother had him pull up his skirt and petticoats to
reveal his pretty blue nylon bloomer panties with six tiers of ruffled
white floral lace. Of course while he was modeling his new outfit, the
four women were oohing and aahing over how cute and precious Jacob now
looked. Margaret said that it was a shame that Jacob didn't have
longer hair as he made such a precious looking girl.
"Dang, he's younger than I am. This has got to be pure hell for him,"
he thought watching the women tease the boy. Daniel felt sorry for the
poor kid as the women plucked at his new clothing exposing his undies
in the process. His sympathy didn't last long as he realized he was in
just as bad shape or perhaps worse than Jacob. At least Jacob had
short boy's hair, not the brassy blonde curls that adorned his head.
"Come along Jacob we have intruded enough into Mrs. Genoble's time.
Maybe next time you'll think twice before you flip up the girl's
skirts, pull the heads off their dollies and generally make yourself a
miserable pest. Now say thank you to Miss Gwen and Miss Rosa," his
Mother said.
As they left, Margaret put the piece of paper with Mrs. Hawthorne's
phone number into her purse and turned to Daniel. "I think we may have
found a friend for you to play with in the future darling. Mrs.
Hawthorne seems to be a very nice person and Jacob is positively
delightful," she said to him.
"Yeah, right! Maybe when pigs fly. Like I'm gonna want to spend any
time with that sissy. Heck, he didn't even try to put up a fight. At
least, I tried to fight back," he thought.
Ooo
With the Hawthorne's departure the three women turned their total
attention back to Daniel. Gwen went back into the other room returning
with a plastic garment bag and a box. Opening the box and folding back
the pink tissue, she removed a wasp waist corset in a purple/grape
color. The braless garment's hems and garters were edged in grape
colored floral lace with the body of the boned corset a shiny purple
satin. Covering the metal tabs on the garters were purple satin bows.
"Figure training at this stage is a must Margaret. We decided for the
best results to use a wasp waist non-stretch corset. Once we have it
laced, there will be no give and the tight boning will assure that the
intended shape is maintained. Of course, with this style, nylons are a
must so that it won't ride up. We made four of these for you. This
pretty purple one, a virginal white satin with crème lace highlights,
luscious pink satin with burgundy lace frills, a frilly wintergreen
with forest green lace and a sexy black with red lace and bows that I
think you will be pleased with. Naturally we made the matching bras
and panties to go with them. We'll try them on all today to check the
fit," Gwen stated.
Daniel shied away as she approached with the garment but Rosa held him
still. Soon he was gasping for breath as the laces closed at the back.
The corset had drawn his waist in five inches and forced more of his
flesh up into the cups of his bra. He now had a twenty-nine inch waist
and "A" cup breasts. Rosa removed the bra he had on and replaced it
with the new one which had even more lace frills and bows. The cups
were a translucent grape color but had quarter inch wide purple lace
spiraling around them. A bright purple satin bow was sewn between the
cups with a small rhinestone at its center.
Rosa pulled off his pantaloons and removed the penis sheath
embarrassing Daniel all the more when she commented, "Aaahhhh, isn't
that the cutest little thing," as she replaced it with a purple satin
sleeve with grape colored floral lace at the head and base. The big
difference between the sheaths was that this one had boning support to
keep it sticking out straight and no ties. The reason for that was
soon revealed when she pulled his new panties up his legs. The grape
colored double chiffon panties were brief styled with purple lace
accents. The biggest difference was the small opening at the crotch of
the panties. The opening was outlined with a rosette of purple chiffon
and his shrouded dick was pulled through.
"Doesn't that look scrumptious?" Gwen squealed as she pointed to the
pink one-eyed nub sticking out in the center of the purple flower with
its grape colored lace trim.
"We are very serious with our designs but we like to find tiny ways to
add a bit of humor, if you get my meaning Margaret," Rosa said with a
tinkling laugh.
If Daniel hadn't been so busy trying to breath, he might have noticed
how Rosa was dressing him. As it was, it took all his concentration to
breathe from his chest instead of his stomach like he had been doing
all his life. The corset was crushing his ribs and stomach
unmercifully and he was beginning to feel a bit giddy. Gwen saw him
struggling and told him to slow his breathing down, panting only made
it worse and to breathe with his nose. If he could catch his breath,
he would scream at them to take that horrible device off.
Once he had all his undies on, she guided him to the settee for a brief
rest. It wasn't much better to sit as he had to sit erect and he could
feel the hem of the corset biting into his hips. Rosa bent down and
rolled a pair of white nylons up his hairless legs. The stockings had
an elaborate floral lace welt and a purple satin bow with long
streamers attached at the backs. With the white hose attached to the
garters, the pressure was eased on his hips. His panting finally
slowed and the stars he had been seeing before his eyes vanished.
"Crap! This thing is killing me," he gasped.
"Your body will adapt soon enough darling. Once you get comfortable in
this size, we'll shrink the next one down until you have an eighteen
inch waist," Margaret said. Daniel could not imagine having to wear
something even more constricting than what he was currently wearing.
"Before we let you get back up, let me slip these shoes on your feet,"
Rosa said as she pulled a shoe from its box.
The shoe was a purple sequined open toed pump with a half inch platform
sole and five inch stiletto heel. There was a grape colored satin bow
attached to the back of the heel. She had to use a shoe horn to slip
the shoe on as it was a very tight fit. The second shoe soon followed
and with the help of both girls, he was assisted to his feet. Daniel
wobbled and felt weak in the ankles as he stood.
"I...I can...can't walk in these things. They pinch my toes horribly
and are unstable. It feels like my ankles want to cave in on me," he
complained.
"Just put your weight on your lower foot and toes then rest on the back
of your heels. Wearing heels takes practice but you'll get the hang of
it. You will have to keep your head up, chest and backside out and
walk on your toes. Move from the hips and not your lower legs with a
little swing in your butt. One foot in front of the other, keep your
elbows in and head up. Come on you can do it. Walk with me dear. No
don't rush like you're falling forward. Walk with your feet not your
eyes. There that is much better," Gwen instructed.
They walked around the room for about thirty minutes before helping him
up onto the platform. There Rosa took his dress out of its protective
cover. Daniel's mind was reeling at that point. So much was happening
to him so quickly that he was at a total loss. His chest and stomach
felt like they were being cut in two. His feet, ankles and caves were
screaming in burning pain.
"Can you feel pain in a nightmare? This has to be a nightmare but when
I pinch myself I feel the pain. How can that possibility be? I want
to wake up! I want to wake up back in my own bed in my own clothing,"
his mind screamed. The constriction of the corset and perched on such
towering heels, he knew that he could do nothing physical to escape his
tormentors. With flight and fight instincts nullified, all he could do
was cry. As he stood there crying, deep within his mind he heard,
"Only babies and girls cry."
The dress that Rosa brought over to him was definitely over the top
when it came to frills and sissiness. The body of the dress fitted
like a strapless leotard without the gusset. The material was a
metallic purple nylon/spandex. The upper portion was constructed of
grape chiffon with balloon shoulders, sleeves and fluffy lace jabot.
The balloon shoulders were almost the size of soccer balls and held
their round shape with wire boning. The sleeves were very full and
billowed down to the elbow where they were cuffed. Three overlapping
tiers of white floral lace dripped down from the cuffs reaching mid-
forearm in length. The collar rose like an upside down waterfall,
splashing in knife pleated array to cover the lower chin.
The metallic purple cloth met in a "V" just above the crotch. There
the skirting flared out to each side leaving the front of Daniel's
panties and exposed cockette for all to see. The skirting was in four
bunched layers to give them fullness. The innermost layer a soft pink
translucent nylon, the next lavender chiffon, the third a violet nylon
and the outer layer was grape nylon. The cut was such that as the
layered skirting dropped, it separated in the shorter cut front to
longer lengths at the back to just above the ankles. The hems were
scalloped with white floral lace. At the side of each hip was sewn a
large purple satin bow with six inch streamers.
Accessorizing the outfit were a pair of grape lace gloves, a large
stiff purple satin bow fastened at the back of his head, four plastic
bangle bracelets for the left wrist and small wrist corsage of
artificial purple orchids surrounded on a bed of white floral lace on
the right.
As Daniel viewed the horror that was reflected back at him in the
mirrors, his tears came down in torrents. "Just look at those tears of
happiness. It's a good thing we saved the makeup until last. Girls,
you have outdone yourselves this time. I cannot envision my ward ever
contemplating leaving me now," Margaret said.
"Oh, but we aren't finished yet. We have two more outfits that should
fit just fine," the girls said simultaneously.
Daniel was quickly stripped naked by Gwen and Margaret as Rosa went to
retrieve the two outfits. As soon as the last piece of clothing was
removed, he tried to cover himself with his hands. He stood shivering
looking like "September Morn" with his right arm covering his chest and
left trying to hide his little stiffie. After a moment he realized
that he had no reason to cover his chest. Cussing himself, he dropped
his right arm to his groin.
"Boys don't have tits! You stupid idiot! Boys don't cover their
chests like some silly girl! Knucklehead! Why did I just do that?
What's the matter with me?" he thought blushing even harder.
Rosa came back in carrying a large white box. Putting it down, she
pulled something out and handed it to Gwen. It was anther penis
sheath. His penis had softened in the cool air and she stroked it a
couple of times. With it sticking out, she slid the new sheath over
it, pulled the silken bag over his ball sack and tied the dainty ribbon
securing it.
The satin sheath was colored a baby blue with navy blue floral lace
frills at the base and a rosette of navy blue covering the head. It
was reinforced with flexible plastic rods to keep it sticking straight
out. The ball sack also had frills of navy blue lace covering it.
"This is a nighttime sheath. We lined it with a soft rubber so if
there is any kind of nighttime emission, it won't stain the pretty
panties," she explained.
Rosa produced a pair of baby blue double layered chiffon bloomers with
tier after tier of navy blue lace around the back and front. Three
layers of four inch wide navy blue rose floral lace cascaded down from
the elastic leg openings. Gwen happily pulled them up his quivering
legs and pulled his penis through the navy blue rosette at the crotch.
The next item was a baby blue nylon/spandex translucent sleep bra.
There was no underwire or hook and eye closure, so she pulled it over
his head and settled it around his chest. Navy blue lace hemmed the
upper cups and straps of the bra and around the small holes that
exposed his boyish nipples.
What she did next brought fresh tears to his eyes. Gwen fastened
nipple extenders to each of his nipples. At the end of each extender
were navy blue tassels. "It would be good exercise for your ward to
learn to twirl these tassels. Once he learns to twirl them maybe he'll
have enough control to get them to rotate in alternating directions.
Believe it or not but that is a good way to reduce the waist and at the
same time encourage the nipples to grow," Rosa stated with a laugh.
A very full baby doll gown was pulled over his head. It bunched up
around his neck and under his chin tying there with a navy blue satin
ribbon. The cap sleeves were frilled with white fur trim as was the
hem. The gown itself was double layered with a navy blue antron nylon
underskirt and knife pleated baby blue chiffon overskirt. What made
this nightie unique were the four layers of petticoats sewn to the
bodice. The petticoats made the gown flare out in a wide circle around
Daniel's hips revealing most of his pantied bottom.
To complete the outfit were a pair of navy colored nylon booties with a
lavish baby blue lace ruffle at the ankle and a pair of ball mittens in
navy blue satin with baby blue ruffles. Attached just above the left
breast was a navy satin ribbon hanging to the waist with a large
pacifier fastened to the end. The mouth piece of the pacifier was
shaped like a pair of bright red Cupid's bow lips with a two inch by
one inch soft rubber phallic shaped dummy. The final accessory was a
large bonnet in baby blue satin. It was adorned with navy lace trim,
hat band and ribbon ties.
"We know it's childish but that's the way we wanted it. Dressed like
this will have a calming effect on him and the pacifier, well, you
don't want to be disturbed in your sleep do you? The mittens will
prevent him from taking it off or removing the dummy. So what do you
think?" Gwen asked.
"Ooohhh, I think it is adorable! He looks the absolute doll in that
outfit," Margaret replied smiling from ear to ear.
The final item they had ready for him was a bathing suit. It had a
gold metallic halter top and high cut black nylon brief style bottom
with gold trim at the legs and four rows of pink lace on the back. A
large pink bow was attached at each side. Double "D" foam bullet
shaped breast forms were built into the top. The straps going around
the neck looked like a dress suit's lapels in a pink rubber. A wide
brimmed straw hat with pink chiffon band and large floppy bow at the
back and a translucent pink wrap around skirt completed the outfit.
Daniel was put back in the mint green shorts and white blouse and told
to sit until everything was boxed. While everyone seemed preoccupied
packing the clothing, he decided now was his chance. He ran out of the
room as fast as his feet would carry him not caring where he wound up
as long as it was as far away from these crazy women as possible. The
front door was right in front of him and he jerked at the knob.
Nothing, it was locked but the key was in the keyhole. With fumbling
fingers he turned the key as he heard footsteps close behind. Pulling
it open, he pushed at the screen door and stepped out into the
afternoon air. Breathing fresh free air, he made a dash across the
porch, jumped down the three concrete steps and raced into the yard.
He saw Roger step out from behind the limo where he had been smoking a
cigarette.
"Crap! I forgot about Lurch," he thought as he veered to his right
watching Roger running after him. What Daniel didn't see was the big
red oak right in front of him. He crashed into it full force and was
knocked back unconscious.
Ooo
Daniel was running. As he ran he was disturbed that while he ran he
wasn't getting anywhere. He was stationary, surrounded by a thick blue
fog as his feet kept jogging. He had to turn his head from side to
side as something blurred his peripheral vision. Running through the
blue fog felt exhilarating. It caressed his body in soft tantalizing
folds that sent shivers of pleasure across his skin.
He was having a hard time catching his breath and a dull ache throbbed
in his nipples as he ran. He looked down to see why he wasn't getting
any traction and was startled to see his dick extending out in front of
him. It was as big as his forearm, painted baby blue and pulsating
along its length.
"No wonder I'm not getting anywhere, the head is buried into a knot
hole in that big tree," he thought. His penis felt like it was being
stroked by thousands of feathers sending shivers of pleasure all over
him. Looking up he saw the tree coming right at him and he felt his
penis throb filling the tree with his sperm. He tried to scream as the
tree smashed into him but his mouth was gagged.
The tree's impact broke him out of his dream. A cold sweat coated his
forehead as he roused himself out of sleep. He had a bandage across
his nose and a tremendous headache. When he tried to sit up, his hands
that he was using to support himself slipped and he fell back with a
loud moan as fireworks went off in his head. He lay back confused for
a moment or two then remembered what happened.
"Ohhh, that damn tree! ****! Where am I?" he thought coming fully
awake.
He became aware of various odd sensations. There was something filling
his mouth, he couldn't move his fingers and there was a crushing around
his ribs and stomach. He pulled his hands in front of his face and saw
that they were covered in those ball mittens. He moaned into his
pacifier as he realized how he was dressed. Aunt Margaret had dressed
him in that horrible nightgown.
"This can't be a nightmare! It's really happening to me! If this were
a nightmare that tree certainly would have brought me out of it," he
thought as tears began to fall down his cheeks. He remembered vaguely
of being carried to the limo, a doctor's office and something about a
broken nose and mild concussion but nothing else.
"Oh my darling you are awake at last. You know you gave us such a
fright yesterday. We thought you had really hurt yourself running into
that big ole tree. You know that you broke your nose don't you? The
doctor had to remove some cartilage and reshape it a bit. Actually,
I'm quite pleased. He said you would have the cutest upturned button
nose when the swelling goes down. I brought you a glass of iced water
with a straw. I imagine you are thirsty. You drink that while I get
your bath ready," Margaret said as she fluffed up the pillows and
helped him sit up.
Daniel looked at her blankly then pointed his balled fist to his mouth.
"Oh, silly me, let me take your pacifier out and those gloves off. You
know you look positively fabulous in that outfit. It will be a shame
to take it off but you have been asleep since yesterday afternoon," she
said.
She returned from the bath and quickly stripped him down to his penis
sheath. She untied the ribbons securing it and carefully rolled it
off. "Oh, it looks like we enjoyed ourselves while we were sleeping
didn't we? Pleasant dreams, I take it darling?" she said smugly.
Daniel turned a deep beet red as he saw the results of his nocturnal
discharge.
"I think this black rubber sheath with the white rubber floral lace
trim is a nice addition to your bathing suit. Spending some time out
by the pool soaking up the rays will make you feel a lot better. You
are going to develop some fantastic tan lines with those cut outs the
girls designed. Here, let me reattach the nipple extenders. Don't
want to get your nipples burned in the hot sun," she said after he was
finished in the bath.
Daniel groaned in pain as the extenders were attached. He didn't
remember seeing the heart shaped cut-outs exposing his nipples, just
above his crotch and ass. Dressed in the bikini, she handed him the
wrap around skirt, big floppy hat, flip-flops and tortoise framed large
sun glasses. Margaret made sure that his extremities, face and middle
were protected with sun screen but left the flesh exposed by the cut-
outs alone. He spent most of the day out by the pool. She also
wouldn't let him get into the water as she didn't want him to get his
hair wet. All-in-all he spent a very miserable day. He had read more
than he ever wanted from women's magazines and a romance novel. When
he finally removed the bathing suit, he wasn't surprised to see bright
red glowing hearts overlapping his nipple area, above his sheathed
penis and just above the crack of his ass.
The rest of the month was no better. He spent a couple of hours each
day out by the pool, the rest of the time Aunt Margaret gave him
instructions on poise, etiquette, cosmetics, hair care and insisted he
maintain a morning and evening toilet.
There wasn't a single task he was told to perform that he enjoyed. In
fact, he detested each and every one of them but another session over
Roger's lap ensured his cooperation. His meager diet left him weak and
exhausted and he was always hungry. Every morning after his toilet, he
was required to do forty five minutes of stretching exercises. For his
exercises, he wore his corset and bra under a hot pink leotard, white
tights and pink satin ballet shoes. His willie was exposed through a
hole in the leotard's crotch and covered in a white satin sheath with
pink lace frill. The leotard's gusset was so tight that it forced his
testicles up into his body. A double layered white chiffon short skirt
tied around his waist. As he performed his stretching exercises, the
head of his penis rubbed constantly against the soft fabric. There was
usually a large wet spot on the front of the skirt by the time he
finished.
Margaret would always point at the wet spot and tease him unmercifully.
This embarrassed and humiliated him to no end but more importantly it
had a devastating effect on his male ego. Ever since he came to this
house, he had been dressed in feminine array and his dick had a
permanent hard on. His dick was now constantly dripping with pre-cum,
his balls were full near to bursting but was allowed no relief. He
couldn't understand why he was so turned on. The only thing he could
attribute it to was the clothing. He was straight with absolutely no
homosexual desires, yet this clothing kept him turned on. The whole
situation left him confused and disorientated not to mention
embarrassed and humiliated.
He wore that hideous dress that exposed his front and stiletto heels
almost every day. When he wasn't wearing the dress, it was a pair of
tight fitting velvet or satin shorts, frilly blouse and heels. By the
end of the week, he was looking forward to wearing the bikini as it
meant he was out of that wasp waisted corset. To his immense surprise,
he woke most mornings with a stiffy and evidence of nocturnal emission.
To his great humiliation, Aunt Margaret took enjoyment pointing that
out to him.
He didn't know that along with his female hormones, she was giving him
a male enhancement medication. As he pranced around the room, elbows
tucked in, wrists limp, and head held high, his encased penis
constantly brushed against the soft folds of chiffon. The sensitive
head was sending a steady stream of titillating thrills up his spine.
Those feelings caused him to question his manhood. "I can't believe
this feels so good. It makes me want to reach down and stroke myself
but I can't with Auntie watching me. I shouldn't be feeling anything
but sick at having to dress this way but it feels so good. I've never
been this hard for so long. It never goes down and I never get the
chance to play with it. She's always around or I have those damn
mittens on my hands. That nightgown is so thick I can't even feel
myself touching it through all that cloth. Sometimes I feel like I'm
going to explode. Oh what I would give just to get some relief! Five
damn minutes that's all I need. Man! I hate this! What's wrong with
me? I'm no fairy. What kind of man am I?" he chastised himself.
Saturday morning she dressed him in a pair of amethyst panties, corset
and bra after placing a chartreuse satin penis sheath over his stiffy.
The vivid green of the sheath stood out against the purple rosette
surrounding its base. A translucent nylon lime green capped sleeved
blouse and a pair of amethyst velvet skorts with a one inch band of
purple satin around the hem and buttoned in the back was next. The
skorts had an opening in the front for his willie to peek through but
covered by the satin lined skirt. Thin white nylon knee highs with a
chartreuse satin bow attached at the back welts and a pair of purple
patent leather sling back sandals with a five inch spiked heel soon
followed. To complete his dressing was the ever present straw hat,
fingerless white lace gloves, golden bangles for the left wrist and a
corsage of purple silk lilies for his right.
She had him put green eye shadow on is lids after accenting them with
black mascara and eyebrow pencil. A bit of blush, thick coating of
coral pink lipstick and a spurt of gardenia perfume she pronounced him
ready for the day. She placed the makeup he used into a wicker box
purse with pearl handle and handed it to him.
"Now darling we have to go or we'll be late for your salon appointment.
You're in for a special treat today. I scheduled a full body wax,
laser brow shaping, lip enhancement and, of course, a manicure and
pedi. Won't that be fun? After that, it's off to the doctors to get
your nose checked out then over to the twin's place. They have some
new outfits ready for you that I can't wait to see," she announced as
they headed for the car.
The trip to the salon was worse than he thought it would be. Daniel
knew it was going to be humiliating but had no idea how painful the
ordeal would be. He was stripped down to his penis sheath and
subjected to a complete body wax. Next his lips had been enhanced with
collagen injections which left them in a permanent pout. The least
painful procedure was the laser brow shaping.
The trip to the doctor's office was just embarrassing. The bandage was
removed from his nose and the doctor pronounced him healed. Daniel
left the office with a cute turned up delicately shaped nose. Before
his nose alternation, he was a cute boy now he was an even cuter girl.
At the twin's house, he was humiliated. Gwen and Rosa had three new
outfits for him to try on. The first was a beautiful full skirted off-
the-shoulder emerald green formal gown made of bridal satin. Bright
red lingerie including a bustle, very full red double skirted nylon
taffeta petticoat separated by three tiers of tuelle ruffles and white
seamed hosiery completed his underpinnings. The dress like the
petticoat separated at the groin exposing the red ruffled bloomers.
The dress overlapped at the hips, rose up in the back before cascading
downward in a waterfall of satin. Bright red patent leather five inch
spiked strappy sandals completed the outfit. Daniel was surprised at
the weight of the gown as it was zipped up the back. He had to force
himself to stand up right as the weight of the gown pulled down on him.
The second outfit was a romper styled play set. The bibbed shorts were
sewn from a white dotted pink satin. The straps connected to large
white buttons at the corners of the bib. A white pleated cummerbund
went around the waist and tied off in a big floppy bow in the back.
The legs of the romper reached to just above the knee and were trimmed
in two inches of white satin hemming. A balloon sleeved blouse in
white satin with padded cap shoulders and lace ascot completed the set.
White anklets with pink lace frills and a pair of bright white Mary
Jane styled shoes with three inch block heel accessorized it.
The third selection was a pair of flamingo pink leggings ending just
below the knee with six inches of tiered forest green floral lace. The
top was low cut ruffled white bridal satin with an elasticized hem
reaching to just below the crotch. The balloon capped sleeves were the
size of beach balls cuffed with six inches of tiered forest green
floral lace. A very full lacy forest green ascot was secured around
the neck. Black five inch stiletto heeled pumps and a very large
forest green lace bow with streamers pinned to the back of his head
completed the ensemble.
Daniel was in tears as he looked at his reflection. "These things are
even worse than the others. I didn't think it could get any worse but
look what they have me in now. These damn leggings have pads built
into the back making my butt look humongous and fit like a second skin.
At least my dick isn't showing through the shirt. How can she expect
me to go anywhere looking like this? I'd do anything to get out of
wearing this ****," he thought.
"Gwen, Rosa, I can't say enough about your talents as seamstresses.
When I think you can't possibly come up with something even more
eccentric, you exceed my expectations. Congratulations my darlings.
Those leggings are perfect. I think we'll let Heather wear those home
after we stop at the mall," Margaret beamed.
"Auntie, no! I can't go to any mall looking like this. I'll be a
laughing stock," Daniel gasped.
"Don't be silly darling. You look like a hip chic in that. Would you
rather wear the green dress or that precious romper outfit? I believe
we can do that if you prefer," she replied.
Daniel felt like he was walking down death row for the final time as
they went into the mall. He kept his head down holding the large black
patent leather letter purse in front of him. He could hear the giggles
and out right laughter as he passed a group of teenaged girls near the
entrance. Wolf whistles and crude remarks coming from a group of
teenaged guys was even more humiliating. He was so embarrassed and
withdrawn he didn't notice his Aunt stop until he bumped into her.
They were inside a small specialty shop but he didn't see any
merchandise.
"I'm Mrs. Grenoble and I called earlier about getting my darling
Heather a set of breast forms," his Aunt said.
"Welcome and yes you are right on time. If you'll follow me into a
fitting room we can get you all set up in a jiffy," an elderly gray
haired woman greeted.
The fitting room was small containing a desk, three chairs and a mirror
sitting on the desk. The lady took a seat behind the desk and pulled
out several boxes. "From Heather's size I would guess you'd like
something in a "B" cup or "C" at most," she said.
"Oh no, she wants at least a double "D" cup. She's been slow to
develop and begging me for implants. You know how it is with young
teens, image and all that. I keep telling her to let nature takes its
course but no. She has to have them now and I absolutely refuse to get
her implants. Well, not until she's had time to see what it was really
like to have the breasts she so dearly wants. She has absolutely no
idea of the back pain or hindrances big breast pose on the body. So
I've decided to get her a nice pair of falsies. Maybe after she's had
those babies on her chest for awhile, she'll change her mind about
wanting double "D"s and settle for something more manageable, like a
nice "C" cup," Margaret stated.
Daniel glowed a beet red as the woman had him remove his blouse and
bra. His nipples were distended and slightly swollen from wearing the
extenders for over a month. She prodded at the small mounds under the
nipples then measured him. She didn't seem too surprised to see the
two dark tan hearts framing the nipples.
"Yes, I see, she is an "A" cup right now but the tenderness of the
nipples and puffiness of the surrounding tissue tell me that it won't
be too long before she comes into her own. I have a pair that will
match her skin tone but they won't develop tan lines like the ones she
currently has," she stated.
They left the shop and headed to the largest department store in the
complex. He wasn't use to having such heavy weights stuck to his
chest. The weight seemed to pull him forward and he had to force
himself to keep his shoulders back. Another problem with the huge
breasts was that he couldn't see his feet. Margaret had to support him
by the elbow as they walked to the department store. There Margaret
bought Daniel six double "D" bras in white, peach, lavender, yellow,
black and red satin. The bras had wide shoulder straps and four hook
and eye closure. As they were leaving the store with him wearing the
lavender bra, they stopped in the casual dresses department.
"You know Heather this would look very nice on you," Margaret said
holding a pretty white with lavender floral patterned sun dress up to
him. You know if you asked, I just might buy you something like this.
You'll have to ask very nicely and promise to be a very very good girl
for your Auntie. If you really would like to wear something like
this, all you have to do is promise me to be my wonderful obedient
niece," she said.
Daniel's head was spinning from everything that had taken place.
Dressed in an outlandish leggings outfit with torpedo tits sticking out
into space made him the center of attention. Attention he most
certainly did not want. His Aunt went out of her way to make him the
center of attention and now she was offering to buy him something
"normal." He stared at the sundress unable to fathom what his Aunt was
getting at.
As his Aunt was putting it back on the rack, he managed to speak,
"Auntie, you'd buy that for me?"
"My darling I would be more than happy to buy you a full trousseau of
beautiful dresses, skirts and blouses. Of course, I could only do that
if I had a wonderful cooperative niece. You know a niece that would
beg happily to be dressed in the finest gowns and frilliest lace
lingerie. One that would love her Auntie Margaret and willingly do
whatever she asks. Do you know of a niece like that?" she replied.
"But Auntie I...I'm a boy," he whispered.
"Don't be ridiculous! If anything you are a great big sissy and way to
pretty to be a boy. I don't know what I was thinking asking you if you
wanted that pretty dress. I think you enjoy exposing yourself in your
pretty sissy frocks. I bet you'd love to visit with Mrs. Hawthorne's
sissy son Jacob and play dress up and kissie kissie games with him.
Maybe when we get home, I'll give her a call and see if the two of you
can get together. Come along now. We've tarried here long enough,"
she scolded.
Ooo
She was good to her word and called Mrs. Hawthorne as soon as they got
home. From the way Margaret was gushing and giggling on the phone,
Mrs. Hawthorne was more than happy to arrange a meeting. The meeting
was scheduled for that coming Saturday and they would make a day of it.
First they would go to the local petting zoo, the ice cream parlor, do
some window shopping then spend the afternoon by the pool.
When Daniel heard of the plans, he put up a fuss but Roger put an end
to any further argument. With his bottom still stinging, Margaret told
him that he would not only be on his very best sissy behavior but
extremely nice to Jacob. Any disobedience or reluctance on his part
would result in a very humiliating public spanking on his bared behind.
Saturday arrived and Daniel was a nervous wreck. Margaret dressed him
in his pink romper set, applied full makeup and doused him in a heady
floral scented perfume. A white wicker box purse with pearl plastic
handle and a large floppy pink straw hat completed the accessories.
Mrs. Hawthorne arrived with Jacob in tow as Daniel was finishing
breakfast. Jacob was wearing a short green velvet dress with several
layers of white petticoats. It had a white lace edged peter pan collar
and white translucent capped sleeves. His auburn hair had been permed
into tight short ringlets and a large white lace bow had been attached
to the back. His lips had been shaped into a cupid's bow and painted a
vivid hot pink. White hose and green patent leather strappy four inch
stiletto heeled sandals completed his dressing.
The women smiled as the two boys took each others hands and embraced
while kissing each other on the cheek. Blushing furiously, they parted
and stood looking down at their feet. Margaret gave Daniel a gentle
shove in the back reminding him of what he had to do next. Hesitantly,
he reached out and took Jacob's right hand in his. Smiling dutifully,
he said, "Jacob thank you for coming to visit. I...I was...was really
hoping we could be friends."
"Her name is Jacqueline now. We've decided that name would be more
appropriate," Mrs. Hawthorne stated.
Jacob's face was a red as his hair as his Mother pushed him forward and
said, "Show Heather how much you want to be her friend Jacqueline."
To Daniel's great surprise, Jacob put both arms around his neck and
pulled him in for a deep kiss on the lips. He tried to step back out
of the embrace but Margaret pulled his hands around Jacob's waist and
told him to stay put while she took a picture. Finally the two
blushing boys were allowed to separate. Their embarrassment didn't end
there as each was required to fix each others lips. Pictures were
taken as they pulled tissues out of their purses, wiped the smeared
lipstick off each other and then reapplied it.
"Well that was nice. Now we want you two to hold hands the entire time
we are gone. We also think it would be nice if you two cuddled and
kissed occasionally like really good friends. We want to take a lot of
pictures so we can remember this wonderful day," Mrs. Hawthorne said.
The petting zoo was a mortifying experience for both boys. All the
other kids there were much younger. No matter how much they tried to
blend into the scenery, they couldn't escape the giggles or laughter
they caused. It was especially humiliating when they were forced to
bend over a sheep and kiss each other. The ice cream parlor wasn't
much better as they sat side by side feeding each other their ice
cream. The women thought it was hilarious when they had the boys help
each other go tinkle in the girl's restroom afterwards.
Back at the house the humiliations did not stop. Daniel was dressed in
his new bikini which took into consideration his new breasts. The top
was a silver metallic halter with bright pink star bursts over the
breasts and the bottoms a florescent hot pink full cut style. Jacob
was wearing a bright yellow with orange polka dot bikini. Where
Daniel's swim suit covered up most of his exposed area, Jacob's was
just the opposite. His was tiny in comparison. The bra was a gathered
strapless "A" cup and the bottoms were a thong cut with big ribbons
tied at the hips.
The women thought it would be "oh so cute" if the boys held each others
tiny stiffies as they walked and shared a lounge chair. The only time
they were allowed to remove their hands was to rub sun tan lotion on
each other's body. Of course frequent kissing and hugging was
encouraged. By the end of the day both boys were exhausted and
completely broken.
Ooo
Daniel was crying in his pillow. Saturday had been pure hell for him
and from the brief conversations he had with Jacob knew the feelings
were mutual. They both hated what was being done to them but were
stuck. "Oh I hate being a sissy. I've got to find some way out of
this. I've thought of running away but where would I go much less how
would I get there. We're in the middle of nowhere. If I don't do
exactly as Margaret wants, Roger pounds my butt. I've got to find some
way to talk her out of this," he thought.
As he tossed and turned in bed, his nightie kept twisting around him
causing his skin to tingle. The bra moved on his chest as he tossed
teasing his nipples with its chiffon lining. Unconsciously, he
messaged his chest with the satin covered mittens. As he rubbed, the
tingling sensation intensified sending chills up and down his spine.
The swish-swish of satin mittens over chiffon skirting echoed in his
ears adding to the sensations filling his mind. Rubbing his chest with
one hand, he reached down and pressed the other through the thick
layers of material at his groin. He felt a sharp bolt of pleasure as
the head of his penis rubbed against the chiffon. He came fully awake
as he arched his back and for the first time in ages spurted out in
rapture. He lay there several minutes recuperating just enjoying the
after glow and getting his breathing back under control. With a gasp,
he realized what he had just done and blushed beet red.
At breakfast, he plucked up his courage and pleaded, "Auntie please
stop doing this to me. I hate being dressed like this. I'll do
whatever you want just don't make me dress like a sissy all the time."
"Why Heather I thought you loved dressing like that. While you may
protest and whine about how you are dressed, you constantly show that
you are enjoying it. Didn't I find your little sheath saturated this
morning? I bet you had wonderful dreams about your little date
yesterday. How else could you explain such a wet sheath?" she replied.
"Noooooo, Auntie how could you think such a thing! I absolutely hated
everything that happened yesterday and I didn't dream about him! I
swear, I didn't dream about Jacob," he cried out in shock.
"As Shakespeare once said, 'I think thou protests too much.' Heather,
the fact that you made a big mess in your sheath tells me that you had
a wonderful time. If not yesterday, you certainly did last night. If
you weren't dreaming about Jacqueline dear, then what were you
dreaming?" she asked.
"I....I wasn't dreaming about Jacob. I....I wa...was ru...rubbing
myself," he said blushing furiously.
"Masturbating? You were yanking yourself off? I find that hard to
believe since you are wearing those mittens. The twins assured me that
you couldn't do that while in your mittens dear. Are you sure you
weren't dreaming about Jacqueline?" she said with a gleam in her eyes.
"For the last time, I wasn't dreaming about him. I...I rubbed my...my
chest," he said sniffling.
"Do you mean to tell me that you did all that by just rubbing your
breasts darling?" she replied with a broad smile.
"Yes...tha..that's right," he replied.
"Well then, I guess that proves my point that you love your outfits and
enjoy being a sissy," she stated.
"No! I hate these clothes. Please Auntie don't make me wear them
anymore. I...I'll do whatever you ask. I promise I will be good.
Please, just get me out of these sissy clothes," he begged.
"I don't know Heather. I have gone to a lot of expense getting you
those beautiful dresses and lacy undies. The twins spent hundreds of
hours creating and sewing those for you, you know. I don't think I
could bring myself to just toss them aside," she replied thoughtfully.
"Auntie, please, I'm begging you. Don't make me wear those dresses and
I promise I'll do anything you want," he pleaded.
"You know that I have always thought you to be too pretty to be a boy.
Since that is true, then you are either a sissy or a girl. From the
way you have reacted to the sissy clothing I have bought for you, I
seem inclined to believe that you are indeed a sissy. Now, don't say
anything until I have finished. You don't deny that you have had a wet
sheath ever since you've been wearing sissy clothing, do you? No, you
can't. However, if I were to dress you as a pretty girl, how would you
act? I wonder? Would you be an obedient, well behaved young lady? Or
would you try to revert to that old tom boy persona you use to have?
If, and I say if, I decide to let you dress like a proper young lady
will you do everything you can to become that young lady? Mind you, I
am not just talking about dressing and acting the part but actually
thinking like one. Do you think you can do that for your Auntie?" she
stated.
Daniel sat back in his chair thinking about what his Aunt just said.
As he sat he pinched his arm over and over again. "Wake up, wake up,
oh please wake up," he thought.
Daniel's Nightmare II: Daniel sat at the table pinching his arm. "Oh wake up! Please wake up.This has to be a nightmare," he kept mumbling over and over.
Looking down he saw his painted nails pinching his skin leaving bright
red marks in their path. "Damn! I'm not waking up. I don't want to be
a girl but I don't want to be a sissy either. Some choice she's giving
me. I hate this, I hate this but I don't have too many choices. Oh,
what's it gonna be? If she keeps me looking like a sissy, I'll hate
that but maybe someone will see and stop her. No one has stepped
forward to stop her so far. I can't go on being a sissy. What'll
happen if I tell her I want to be a girl? She says she'll dress up
better but I will have to act like one. How bad could that be? If I
were dressed like a real girl then maybe I could escape from all this
**** easier. I can just see myself dressed in that green sissy dress
with my dick sticking out hitching for a ride. Yeah, like I would
survive that. Dressed as a grown up girl though, well, that would be
easier. I would have to be careful but escaping would be a lot easier.
Guess I don't really have any choice but to ask her to let me be a girl.
It certainly can't be any worse and I won't be so embarrassed if I do,"
he thought.
"Well Heather, have you decided what it's going to be. I'm perfectly
happy either way you choose. So, what's it going to be? Are you going
to be my lovely devoted niece or my lovely doting sissy," Margaret
asked.
"Auntie...I...I hate being a sissy. I don't want to dress like that
anymore. If I agree to be your niece would you at least get these big
tits off my chest?" he softly replied.
"Very well Heather but...now listen carefully...if you decide to become
my niece then you must promise never to complain or argue about your
dress, behavior or what I decide is best for you. Is that understood?
You will always try your best to please me and do as you are told.
Becoming a young lady doesn't mean you will be too old for punishment.
If you prove difficult or challenge what I have planned for you, then
it's back to full sissiedom with no chance to change back. Is that
understood?" she demanded.
"Yes Auntie, I...I promise," he replied defeated.
"Oh goodie, I can't wait to get you back to the twins and the salon. A
new trousseau and make over is definitely called for. Oh yes, I have to
get you enrolled in ballet and etiquette classes immediately. We'll
have to redecorate your room of course. I saw the cutest Justin Bieber
poster the other day. He's another one of those boys that's too pretty
to be a boy you know. I understand they even have a dress up game for
him but it's a shame they don't offer girl's clothing to put him in.
We'll add one or two of those 'beef cake' posters the young girls are so
crazy about now-a-days. So much to do, I can't wait but it's too late
now. We'll get started first thing in the morning," Margaret
gleefully said clapping her hands.
"Oh crap! What have I gotten myself into now," he thought miserably.
Ooo
They spent most of the next morning at the salon where Margaret ordered
the full spa treatment. He was stripped naked, hair wrapped in a white
turban, cucumber slices put over his eyes and placed into a steaming mud
bath. Taken out of the tub of mud, he was washed in floral scented warm
water then the pain began. A full body wax removed what hair had grown
back in since Margaret used the depilatory. A trimmed small heart of
pubic hair was left just above his shriveled penis. His brows had been
thinned into high feminine arches.
Madge spent over an hour working on his hair. The brassy blond was
washed out and replaced with a strawberry blond color. His tight curls
were replaced by a feathered casual style that framed his face. She
spent an equal amount of time using a laser to remove what facial hair
he had. When she spun him around to see his reflection, he saw a very
pretty girls face. The feathered bangs caressed his arched brows and
the sides tucked under his jaw line giving his face a feminine heart
shape.
The manicurist replaced his one inch extensions with half inch acrylic
nails painted in a plumb color. His makeup was done in a casual style
with his lips painted a luscious plumb. The chandelier earrings were
replaced with four inch golden hoops.
The next stop was the specialty store where his "DD" sized prosthetics
were removed. The technician measured and examined his chest and tender
nipples. Much to Daniel's surprise, the technician declared that his
natural breast size was a full "A" cup and were developing nicely. She
estimated that he would be a "B" cup in about six months. Since he was
developing so well on his own, Margaret decided not to get him new
falsies. As they left that shop, his nipples rubbed softly against the
chiffon of his blouse causing them to tingle delightfully. The
sensations coming from his chest bothered him no end.
"How can I have breasts? I'm a guy and guys don't have tits. She even
said they'd get bigger. I don't want bigger tits. Hell, I don't even
want tits," he thought as they got back into the limo.
The twins were glad to see them but expressed their disappointment when
Margaret informed them that he was becoming a young lady. "Oh Margaret
darling we've already made a luscious lemon yellow confection for your
Heather. Now you're telling us you don't want it? At least let your
darling ward try it on, please?" Rosa asked.
"Well, I did promise Heather that I'd let her become a young lady.
Since you have already put so much work in, I guess it would be okay if
she tries it on. Who knows, she may actually like it," Margaret replied
with a smile.
Daniel thought he'd be use to these crazy women dressing and undressing
him but he blushed fiery red. The outfit was indeed a confection of
lemon yellow satin and chiffon. The bodice was a bright yellow bridal
satin with elaborate crystal bead work in a floral pattern. It hugged
his upper torso tightly slimming down to a "V" shaped twenty inch waist.
Sheer lemon chiffon rose from the chest to form a tight fluffy collar
and extra large shoulder caps the size of cantaloupes. The chiffon
sleeves ballooned out from the shoulders down to the wrists where they
tied off in thin yellow satin ribbons leaving four inches of lace to
cover the hands. From the waist, lemon yellow chiffon burst forth like
a billowing cloud from the top of his hips down to his knees. The thick
white ruffling of floral lace trimming his pantaloons could be seen
sticking out from under the hem. White nylon socks with ruffled tiers
of yellow lace and yellow patent leather heeled Mary Jane's donned his
feet. To finish off the look, a yellow satin bow with four feet of
streamers was pinned into his hair.
As he turned this way and that on the platform showing off the elaborate
outfit, Margaret gushed, "Oh how delicious! You have out done
yourselves Gwen and Rosa. It's a shame that my darling Heather has
decided to become a young lady. However, that doesn't mean she's giving
up on her frills and frou frou completely. I think with a few
alterations that would make a beautiful debutante's gown. Change out
the shoes, socks and pantaloons and this dress would be perfect for her
coming out ball. Of course, you will have to reduce the darts as she
isn't nearly as busty as she was and it sags in the bodice at the
moment. Heather is hoping to be a full "B" within the next six months.
If you'll make the alterations for that....an...and maybe pull another
two inches off the waist it would be ideal for her. What do you think
girls?"
"We love the idea but altering the bodice from a "DD" to a "B" might
ruin the bead work..." Rosa began but Gwen interrupted. "Don't worry
Margaret; we'll make it work no problem. Heather will be the belle of
the ball by the time we finish. Now what else can we do for you today?"
"Ahh yes, the reason we're here today. We need you to make Heather a
complete set of lingerie. You know, panties, bras, full and half slips,
camisoles, corsets the works dear ladies. The off the shelf stuff is
just so bland these days. They're mostly made of cotton or micro-fibers
with little or no lacy detailing....and the colors! Nothing but dull
muted pastels or drab grays and whites, lingerie today has no oomph or
pizzazz. They totally lack feminine details and I can't see my darling
Heather wearing such as that. I can't remember the last time I saw a
feminine lacy peignoir set in the shops. Today all you see are cotton
pajama sets or sleep T-shirts with baggy shorts. Whatever happened to
our feminine lacy nylon, silk and satin? How can a modern woman feel
feminine dressing in such masculine under things? They have no
sensuality, no feminine allure. Oh dear, look at me. I'm raving again.
Anyway, you know what I want so get your measurements. We still have
stops to make," she responded.
Daniel was exhausted by the time they left the twin's house. It was
past three and he was starving. As much as he disliked appearing in
public dressed in his juvenile romper outfit, he had to eat something.
"Auntie please can we get something to eat?" he asked as they arrived at
the mall.
"Of course darling, we'll stop at the food court and get a nice salad
before we do anything else," she replied.
"A salad! I want a burger and fries. I need real food not all this
rabbit gunk you have been giving me since I arrived. Dang, a burger,
fries and a nice thick milk shake, oh what I'd give for that," he
thought placing the tray on the table.
As Daniel picked a cherry tomato from his salad he noticed four boys
sitting across from him. They were staring and one was even making
kissy faces. When they noticed that he was looking at them, they
blushed and turned away.
"****, I wonder if they know that I'm really a guy and making fun of me.
Damn, one of them is coming over here. What am I going to do? I can't
just get up and run off. Oh ****, here he comes," he thought.
"Excuse me but I was wondering what school you go to? I haven't seen
you around here before," the young man asked.
Daniel almost choked on his tomato as he looked up at the boy.
Fortunately his Aunt spoke up before he had too. "Young man this is my
niece Heather and she is visiting from out of town. Who are you and why
are you interrupting our dinner?"
"Oh, sorry, but...but...I....I thought....I thought I could like
maybe...err.. you know...ask her out to a movie or...or sumptin'," he
sputtered.
"Young man, you still haven't told us your name and I'm not about to let
my niece go out with some stranger," Margaret snapped back.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. My...my name is Peter....Peter Ives and I'm in the
ninth grade at Hamilton," he stuttered blushing furiously.
"Very well Peter Ives. It's nice to meet you but my niece isn't allowed
to date at the moment. Maybe some other time," Margaret said with a
smile.
Daniel's eyes were wide with shock. He couldn't believe that young punk
had the nerve to come over and ask his Aunt if he could go out with him.
A ninth grader of all things! "Hell, I'll be a senior next semester and
he wants to date me? He thinks I'm a real girl and a young girl at
that. Damn, I don't want guys hitting on me. Maybe being a sissy
wasn't all that bad. Peter wouldn't have come within fifty miles of me
before," he thought.
"Heather, you know I might have been a bit hasty. I should have asked
you first whether or not you wanted to go out with that young man. I
was just surprised that one so young could be so brash. He is cute. Do
you want me to call him back over? I really won't mind if you go out
with him. Dating would be a good experience for you. I remember dating
when I was younger. The thrill and anticipation just sent shivers up
and down my spine. Oh the thrills I got from getting dressed just so
for my date and the adrenaline rush anticipating that first kiss.
Should I call that young man back over?" she asked.
"Wha....what? You've got to be kidding me Auntie. I don't want to go
out on a date! Not with him or anybody else either," he replied
shocked.
"It was just a thought dear. Hold down your voice or they may hear you.
Now eat your salad so we can finish shopping," she calmly replied.
"Oh man, I can't believe she actually wants me to go on a date. Doesn't
she know that I am still a guy? Guys don't date other guys. Having to
go out with Jacob and kiss him was bad enough. I thought I was going to
puke when we held hands and if Roger wasn't there I probably would have.
I went through a whole bottle of mouth wash trying to get the taste of
his kisses off. Oh gosh! He actually thought I was a real girl! How
embarrassing!" Daniel thought.
Margaret led him into a large department store and straight to the
cosmetics counter. The beauty consultant examined his face and
explained what his colors were. She was a pretty Italian girl with
raven black hair styled in a French twist. She had big full bright red
lips and perky cheeks. Her perfume was subtle but intoxicating. Daniel
felt his penis twitch as he breathed in her perfume.
"She is so pretty and smells so good. I wish she would ask me out on a
date instead of that guy. Like Auntie would let me do that but at least
I know I'm still a guy. She's a real turn on," he thought.
They left the cosmetics counter loaded down with bags. Margaret
purchased everything that the young assistant recommended from skin care
items to nail polish. Daniel's face had been given a makeover. His
eyelids were brushed with pink blended into white shadow, black liquid
eyeliner coated both upper and lower lids, black mascara extended and
coated his lashes, dusty rose blush and bubble gum pink lipstick
finished the look. The makeup complimented his pink romper outfit. The
enticing aroma of Tabu perfume permeated the air around him. It was the
same perfume the assistant was wearing.
Dresses, skirts, blouses, short-shorts, skorts, leggings and Capri's
were heaped into a pile as Daniel went back and forth into the changing
room. Margaret had him try on so many outfits that he was in a daze by
the time the clerk rang up the large purchase. He was happy to leave
that department wearing a denim skirt with a fringed hem and white
peasant blouse.
The shopping didn't end there as he was dragged to the shoe department.
Dress and casual shoes from strappy sandals to platform boots filled
numerous bags by the time they had finished. Daniel had to be reminded
to keep his knees pressed tightly together but it was difficult. The
smile on the salesman's face wasn't just caused by the commission but
the looks up Daniel's skirt. Roger had boxes stacked up to his chin and
they were laden down with numerous bags by the time they left the store.
The sun was setting as Roger pulled the limo into the garage and helped
them unload their purchases. Daniel spent an hour removing tags and
either hanging or folding his new clothing. As he was doing that, Aunt
Margaret was taking down the pictures hanging on the wall except for the
ballerina. In place of the kitten she hung a framed poster of Justin
Bieber and two posters of body builders wearing Speedos replaced the
others. The last thing Daniel wanted to look at before lights out was
the picture of a mostly naked muscle man. He didn't dare complain or
Auntie might put him back into sissy mode.
All-in-all it had been a very difficult day for Daniel. In some
respects even worse than when he was dressed as a sissy. Dressed as a
sissy, he didn't have guys hitting on him and asking for dates. The
food court had been very embarrassing. On the positive side, he no
longer looked like a boy in a dress. His new hair do and mode of dress
were preferable to the brassy blond and exposed frillies; yet, he was
more disturbed about that than he thought he would be.
"I really look like a pretty girl now. I was hoping that I would still
look something like my old self but I don't see it. I still can't get
over that guy trying to pick me up at the food court. Seeing my
reflection and looking the way I do, I sorta can't blame him. He did
have the cutest dimple in his chin though. Whoa, step back there a sec.
Why did I just think he was cute? Is something the matter with me?
Come on, gotta get this gunk off my face and get to bed," he thought as
he daubed cleansing cream on his face.
He was waiting for his nightly facial mask to dry as his Aunt began
putting his hair up in large rollers. "Heather, I think today went
splendidly. I do hope you appreciate my efforts. It would be a
terrible shame if I had to send all those pretty dresses and skirts
back. You do love your new clothes, don't you?" she asked.
"Of....of course...Auntie....I like them. They are so much nicer than
those sissy outfits," he softly replied.
"My darling, you don't sound very sincere. Any young lady would be
jumping up and down filled with happiness just thinking about such a
shopping trip much less the salon visit. Remember, you promised to not
only dress but behave like a proper young lady," she scolded.
"Oh Auntie I really really love my new clothing and the trip to the
salon. I really do. I...I would jump up and down like you say but
you're rolling my hair," he replied thinking quickly.
"Crap, I don't know how to act like some stupid girl. What does she
expect me to do? Man, I hope she doesn't put me back into those sissy
things," he thought.
"Well, I'll accept your lack of gratitude this time but don't let it
happen again. You don't have a lot of experience being a girl but
that'll change tomorrow. I've scheduled you for ballet and deportment
lessons. Unfortunately, I didn't have much to choose from in this small
town but Gwen mentioned a Miss. Harris. She teaches old fashioned
deportment classes in her home. I explained your special circumstances
to her and she assures me that she can rid you of all your tomboy ways.
We'll be going there first thing in the morning. Now let's get your
nightie on and into bed," she said.
Ooo
The next morning Margaret observed him performing his morning toilet.
She wanted to make sure he did everything in accordance with feminine
ritual. As he sat on the toilet doing his morning douche, she walked
over to the linen cabinet and removed a tampon.
"Darling, you forgot to get this. It's so much easier if you get it
ready while you prepare your douche," she said handing the pink plastic
tube to him.
"I...I was going to get it when I finished. I didn't forget, honest,"
he replied as he continued moving the douche nozzle in and out of his
bottom.
He really hated this part of his morning ritual. For some strange
reason every time he performed this odorous task, he got a stiffie. "I
don't understand why I'm reacting like this especially with her looking
on. I'm so embarrassed but I can't stop it from getting stiff. There's
got to be something wrong with me. Even thinking about sports or math
doesn't stop it. ****! I was just thinking about baseball but all I
saw in my mind was Arod's cute butt," he thought with a grimace.
"I shouldn't have to remind you dear. It is very important for a young
lady to get into a routine so that everything becomes automatic. Your
toilet should be habitual. If you start taking shortcuts or skip one of
your regiments, then it is just too easy to fall back into your slovenly
ways. I know it is hard but the sooner you learn the easier it will
become," she told the blushing youth.
When he came out of the bathroom, Margaret had his outfit for the day
put out for him. A white long leg pantigridle with a shiny white satin
diamond panel on the front and at the hips with an elasticized band of
floral lace at the waist and leg openings was pulled up his legs. He
blushed as she reached down between his legs and pushed his penis down.
She jerked the waist up making him give out a girlish shriek as his
balls were pulled up inside him.
"I found this tucked away in the back of a drawer. I don't think it
would be proper when you go to Miss. Harris' to be without a bra. It
will do until the twins finish making your new lingerie," she said
handing him a white nylon/spandex training bra with a pretty rose bud
sewn between the slightly padded cups.
She had him bend slightly at the waist and position his small breasts
into the cups. He was surprised to see how much of a cleavage he had
once she fastened the hook and eye closure. It was one thing to see
"DD" falsies sticking out of his chest as he knew they were not real.
Seeing firm "A" mounds that he knew was his own flesh and blood scared
him silly.
A pair of ecru nylons were smoothed up his legs and fastened to the four
tabs attached to the girdle. He was a bit clumsy attaching the
stockings but was assured that with practice he would be able to put on
nylons and fasten them in no time at all.
A sheer white poly blouse with capped short sleeves, Peter Pan collar
and ruffled front was buttoned up his back. She handed him a black
satin lined wool straight skirt to put on. It zipped up the left side
and buttoned closed. It hugged his round ass and thighs tightly falling
to just above his ankles. A pair of black patent leather four inch
stiletto heeled pumps with a small satin bow at the toe finished his
dressing.
Dressed he sat at the vanity while his Aunt removed the curlers and
began brushing his hair. She stood off to the side watching as he
applied his own makeup. She helped him over the difficult spots like
applying the liquid eye liner but otherwise he did it all himself. They
didn't have time to change his nail color so Daniel painted his lips in
the glossy plumb lipstick.
Margaret accessorized his outfit with a darling white wicker box hat and
ruffled white net veil, white cotton gloves, four inch gold hoops for
his ears, several gold bangles for his right wrist, a small lady's watch
with a white alligator band for his left and a white leather clutch
purse. Dressed, accessorized, made up and smelling divinely of Tabu
perfume, she pronounced him ready for his deportment lessons with Miss.
Harris.
Miss. Harris was to Daniel's eyes a very old skinny lady. She was about
five foot six, wrinkled face with her grey hair put up into a tight bun
at the back of her head. She was wearing a blue gingham "A" line dress,
white cotton gloves and sensible black two inch block heeled pumps. She
was leaning on a slender walking stick but didn't look like she really
needed it. When he looked into her steel grey eyes, he saw a very
strong willed and determined woman. He realized that this woman was not
the kindly grandmother she appeared to be.
"So this is the ruffian I am supposed to make into a proper young lady,
errr? Well, Mrs. Grenoble, I guess I have had less to work with in the
past. Give me six months and two hours every other day and I think we
can make something out of this ragamuffin," she said as she slowly
walked around the frightened boy.
"Yes, Miss. Harris, this is my Heather that I told you about. I'm so
happy that you think you can help her. I'll leave her here in your
capable hands then if there is nothing else you need me for," Margaret
said.
As soon as Margaret was out the door, Miss. Harris walked behind Daniel
and swatted his round ass with her walking stick. He jumped, let out a
startled scream and dropped his purse caught completely unaware.
"That's to get everything off on the right foot Missy. Now pick up that
purse and we'll get started," she said.
As Daniel bent at the waist to pick up his purse, the stick landed even
harder than before on his upturned derriere making him scream in real
pain this time.
"Young lady's always and I mean always stoop to pick things up. That is
unless you want the boys swarming all over you like a common slut. Now
pick that purse up correctly. Better but keep your knees and heels
together. Pick it up again. That's much better. Now drop it and pick
it up again," she said calmly.
After he dropped and picked up his purse a dozen times, she had him walk
around the room. Almost immediately, he felt the sting of the walking
stick on his behind. "Elbows in, wrists limp, chest out, head up and
sway that ass. No! Don't swish. Sway to and fro in a gentle sway
moving your whole arm, keeping it close to your side as you move. Put
one foot in front of the other with no more than four inches separation
between your heel and toe. You want to look graceful not like some damn
fairy walking down the street," she instructed.
After an hour with every muscle screaming in agony, he was allowed to
sit down in a straight backed padded chair. That wasn't as easy as it
sounds because ladies do not plop down into a chair. They are expected
to gracefully sit, press the knees together, cross the ankles, tuck the
feet neatly underneath, straighten out the hem of their dress and then
fold their hands neatly in their lap.
Daniel was surprised at just how demanding walking, bending and sitting
could be and so exhausting. By the time his two hours were up, there
wasn't a muscle or bone in his body that didn't hurt. He couldn't wait
to get out of his girdle, hose and heels. He was hot and miserable but
when he walked out of her house; his back was straight, head held high
and chest out placing one foot in front of the other.
When he got into the limo, he immediately removed his heels and began
messaging his aching feet. Margaret allowed him that little indulgence
as she knew what it was like to wear heels all day. She didn't make him
put them back on until they were parked at Stella's Dance studio.
A young woman in her early thirties came up to them wearing a black
leotard and white tights. Her brown hair was done up in a high pony
tail and she was wearing only lip gloss for makeup. She seemed perky
and energetic to Daniel plus she had a pretty smile.
"Hi, I'm Stella and welcome to my studio. What can I do for you today?"
she gushed.
"Hello Stella, I'm Mrs. Grenoble and I'm here to enroll my niece Heather
into your ballet class. I spoke to you yesterday about it," Margaret
stated.
"Oh yes of course, I remember. Like I told you on the phone, my only
beginner's class has girls from nine to thirteen. Won't Heather feel a
bit odd learning with younger girls?" she replied.
"Oh no, not in the least, she has been begging me to take ballet for
ages now. It wasn't until recently that I have been able to satisfy
that request. So what do we have to do?" Margaret said.
With the contract signed and a list of supplies in hand they left the
studio. Daniel would be taking beginners' ballet every Tuesday,
Thursday and Saturday for the next year. They stopped at a dance supply
store in town and Margaret went nuts buying everything a ballerina would
ever need. There was only one major problem, when Daniel put on the
black leotard a not insignificant bulge showed up in the crotch. Never-
the-less, she would not be denied and made the purchases.
Three satin spandex leotards one a traditional style, one tank and one
cap sleeved in white, black and pink. They had a sweetheart front
neckline, princess seams, low "V" backs and shelf bra. The tights had
reinforced toes and were in white, ballet pink and suntan. Three sets
of twenty-seven inch fuzzy legwarmers and three five layer tutus in
white, black and pink were added to the basket. The final item was a
pair of white satin pointe shoes. According to the clerk, these shoes
with their heel seam cushion and wide toe box would provide a strong
balancing platform for any beginner.
Daniel was more than happy to finally get home. He had bitterly
complained to his Aunt about having to take ballet and even mentioned
his bulge as a reason not to go through with it. However, she wasn't
going to back down and simply told him that she would take care of it
before he had to go to his first class the next afternoon. As he
settled down on his bed, he had second thoughts about telling his Aunt
about his little bulge.
Ooo
The next morning after his toilet Margaret solved his little bulge
problem. She took his violet satin sheath with white ruffled lace at
each end and secured his penis back between his legs.
"There, that along with a nice tight pantigridle should solve your
little problem," she said giving it a little pat.
A tight white high-waist pantigridle and his white training bra were
quickly put on. She watched as he rolled a pair of ecru hose into
donuts and smoothed them up his legs. He still had a bit of difficulty
fastening the rear tabs but he was getting better. With his hose on,
she had him step into a pair of white satin four inch stiletto pumps
with a pointed toe. They were tight and brand new so he knew that they
were going to really hurt his feet before long.
At the vanity, he removed the rollers from his hair and brushed it out.
Margaret told him she wanted him in his evening makeup and to use at
least three different eye shadows. He started to select the shadows
when he remembered his cosmetic lesson.
"Auntie what color dress am I going to wear today? I can't match my
shadow if I don't know the color," he asked.
"Very good Heather, I was wondering if you would remember what that
technician told you or not. As a reward I'm going to let you pick out
what you want to wear today. Anyone of your skirt and blouses would be
okay with me," she said smiling.
It took him awhile to decide but he knew he didn't want anything too
feminine if he could get away with it. Finally, he decided on a suntan
colored cotton denim skirt and a bright white tee with cap sleeves. It
was probably the least feminine thing he owned. The silver rhinestones
spelling out "Princess" across the front of the tee gave it a definite
girlie flair.
After breakfast, she had him put on a ruffled white nylon bib apron and
rinse off the dishes before putting them into the washer. The dishes
done and the counters wiped, she handed him a white cotton mop cap with
a fringe of lace to put on. Showing him the vacuum, he was instructed
to do the living room and den. As he moved around, Margaret corrected
him as needed about his posture. By the time he had finished these
tasks and dusted the shelves, it was lunch. As he feared, his legs and
feet were killing him. He was hot and uncomfortable from wearing the
hose, girdle and bra.
"Auntie, why can't I wear something more comfortable when I do chores?
It isn't easy doing all that while wearing a girdle, hose and heels," he
complained as they sat to eat.
"Heather, girls and women do all sorts of things dressed like that. To
become a beautiful woman takes determination, perseverance, and
sacrifice. To build those characteristics, you need to learn them at an
early age. As you have already noticed, it takes a woman a lot longer
just to get ready in the morning. Yes, it would be nice if you could
just snap your fingers and wha-la you're dressed and ready to go but
that doesn't happen. It takes hard work and I insist that you become a
beautiful young lady. I will not allow you to slide back into a ruffian
tom boy. Now finish your salad and then take a quick bath. You have
ballet class in one hour." she stated.
After his bath, Margaret secured his penis back between his legs using a
white satin sheath with pink lace at both ends. Then she gave him a
tight white spandex pantigridle and sanitary pad. When he looked
blankly back at her as he took the pad, she said, "That will help smooth
out your crotch dear. When we get back from your dance class, I'll
explain feminine hygiene to you. Young ladies your age have a menstrual
cycle and you will need to know all about it."
"Like I want to know anything about that! Just thinking about that
gives me the creeps," he thought as he placed the pad into the girdle's
crotch.
With the girdle on he wiggled into his pink tights then stepped into
the white leotard and pulled the straps over his shoulders. It hugged
him like a second skin and his crotch appeared as smooth as any girl.
Thanks to the built in shelf bra his small orbs actually had a cleavage.
Margaret used a bit of powder to make the cleavage look even deeper much
to his embarrassment. Hot pink fuzzy leg warmers covered his calves and
a pair of white kids with pink laces was on his feet. The pink five
layer tutu was fastened about his waist.
At the vanity, his hair was brushed into two pig tails and tied off with
a fluffy bright pink chiffon scrunchies. Margaret used a curling iron
to put some body into the ends of the pig tails. When she finished with
his hair, the pig tails bounced saucily at the sides of his head just
touching his shoulders. His finger nails were revarnished in a hot pink
color that matched the lipstick she had him apply. A liberal dosing of
Tabu perfume and she pronounced him ready for his first ballet class.
As they were leaving the room, Margaret handed him a pink with white
hearts background gym bag. The bag contained his pointe shoes, face
towel, bottled water, makeup bag and a spare sanitary pad. Daniel put
the strap over his shoulder and followed his Aunt out to the limo.
"I can't believe that I am actually going outside looking like this. I
feel like a total idiot but not as bad as I did dressed like a damn
sissy," he thought.
"Oh damn! This is like being back in kindergarten again. It's just a
bunch of little girls though. Even if I was a real girl, I'd be
embarrassed to be here. Oh crap! Two of them are coming over here," he
thought as he entered the practice area.
"HI, I'm Tammy n this is Tissa. Are you a new instructor?" the nine
year old asked. She was wearing a pink leotard, white tights and had
her red hair tied into a tight bun. The other little girl was wearing a
sky blue leotard and white tights. Neither girl was wearing a tutu.
"Errr...no...I...I'm a new student," he managed to mumble through his
embarrassment.
"Gosh! Aren't you a little old to be taking this class?" Tissa asked.
Before he could answer, Stella called the class to attention. She
embarrassed him even more when she had him move to the front of the
class and introduce himself. All the other girls started giggling when
he did that making him blush brightly. Not including himself, there
were eight other children ranging in age from nine to about twelve and
he was the only one wearing a tutu. Daniel felt like a fool but wasn't
allowed to dwell on it as the instructor got them to all line up.
"Alright girls let's start off with our stretching exercises. Now
follow me as I count and a one..." she began as Daniel tried to follow.
Daniel found a new aggravation as he twisted, bent and turned
stretching. His pig tails kept slapping him in the face distracting
him. Now he understood why all the other girls had their hair up in
tight buns. The girl exercising next to him noticed his problem and
giggling said, "I can help you fix that when we take a break if you
want. I'm Jennifer."
They took a short break after thirty minutes of exercise and warm-ups.
Daniel sat cross legged on the ****en floor as Jennifer quickly braided
his pig tails then fastened them into tight buns on the sides of his
head. He was breathing hard from the exercises and Jennifer couldn't
contain her giggles while she worked.
"It's okay Heather. You'll get use to it in no time. This class can be
a lot of fun once you have been here awhile. I was like you at first
but I really like it now. Do you like pajama parties? We do it all the
time and we have the mostest fun. Would you like to come to one of my
pajama parties? It would be so cool to have an older girl there," she
prattled.
As Jennifer worked on his hair, Tissa and Tammy sat down in front of
them just staring wide eyed as his hair was being braided. When
Jennifer mentioned pajama parties they got all excited and started
talking all at once.
"Oh yeah, Heather you'll love coming to our pajama parties. We have so
much fun together. We listen to music, dance, even sometimes get to put
on makeup and stuff," Tissa said.
"Oh Heather, you can even bring your Barbie dolls over and we can swap
their things. We could play dress-up but I don't think you could get
into any of my dresses," Tammy stated.
Daniel sat there staring at the two effervescent girls as they went on
about their pajama parties. He knew for certain that was one thing he
would avoid at all costs. He could picture himself playing with dolls
and much worse, playing dress-up. The very thought sent shivers up and
down his spine. What he wanted to yell at them was that he would rather
be dead than go to one of their parties. He did his best to be nice but
it took an effort.
"Tha...that sounds like a lot of fun but...but I...I don't have a lot of
free time. My...my Aunt keeps me pretty busy, you know," he managed to
say. He was saved from further embarrassment when Stella called the
class back together.
The class was finally over. Two of the longest hours he had ever spent
anywhere. The stretching was bad but it amazed him how hard and
strenuous it was to put his feet in such unnatural positions. He
thought putting your ankles together and forcing the feet to point in
opposite directions something only seen in comic books. As he was
getting ready to leave, Stella handed him a beginner's ballet handbook.
"Heather, you really need to go over this and practice while you are at
home. You are far behind and your body really needs to limber up. If
you are serious about taking ballet, you need to practice at least an
hour every day. This book will help and I expect you to know the
stretching exercises and the basic moves when I see you next," she said
as Margaret stood nearby.
As he took the book, he saw the look in his Aunt's eyes and knew he
would be practicing a lot of ballet before he could get some rest. Just
as he walked over to Margaret, Jennifer rushed up.
"Heather, it was really nice to meet you. I really hope you come back
and maybe when you get the chance we can have a slumber party. I would
really like that. Tammy and Tissa only come once in awhile, so it'll be
just us older girls," she squealed.
"Huh! Yeah Jennifer but I have to go now. I'll see you next time," he
said.
"Heather who is this lovely girl....a new friend? And who did up your
hair? It's delightful," Margaret said with a broad grin.
"Auntie Margaret, this is Jennifer. She did my hair for me," he
replied.
"Why Jennifer it's so nice to meet you. I really like what you did to
my Heather's hair. She really needs to learn a lot about styling her
hair especially for ballet classes. Did I hear you say something about
a slumber party? I'm sure Heather would love to attend one of your
parties if your Mother approves," Margaret said smiling from ear to ear.
"Auntie, why did you encourage her? There is no way I would ever go to
a slumber party with girls my own age much less with these kids. She's
only twelve," Daniel complained as he got into the limo.
"She may be only twelve but you could still learn a lot from her dear.
I think it would be a lot easier on you mixing with younger ladies than
those your own age. With Jennifer you won't have to talk too much about
your boyfriends. Heather a slumber party is a right of passage for
girls. It is one of those things all girls should experience. It
teaches young ladies how to interact with one another but more
importantly, it is a learning experience. I think you would benefit a
lot from attending a slumber party. I know you are tired from class but
we have a stop to make at the twin's. They have some lingerie ready for
you," Margaret replied.
The twins laid out several boxes filled with lingerie. A dozen brief
cut panties in the softest chiffon, trimmed in floral lace and delicate
satin bows filled one box. Six bras with bullet shaped satin cups and
edged with eyelet lace or pleated chiffon along with six wasp waisted
corsets filled the second. Six nylon camisoles with matching half-slips
hemmed with four inches of scalloped lace filled the third. The fourth
box contained six full slips. Each slip was trimmed with delicate lace
across the bodice and hem and made of the slinkiest nylon. The material
was so slinky that it flowed over the hands when held. All the lingerie
was color coordinated in bright red, amethyst, sunflower yellow, white,
emerald and black. The final box contained a peignoir in lavender. The
gown was made of chiffon with a nylon underskirt. The shoulder straps,
low cut neckline and hem were trimmed in fine white lace. It flowed in
undulating waves down to the ankles. The robe was sheer lavender
chiffon with billowing sleeves. Four tiers of cream lace dripped from
the cuffs and around the hem. A bright purple satin three inch wide
sash tied it together.
As Daniel stood on the platform showing off his new peignoir a familiar
voice rang out from the front room, "Hello ladies, I'm here."
Mrs. Hawthorne and Jacob entered the room. Daniel was surprised to see
Jacob dressed in cut off denim shorts, dirty looking white tee shirt and
a pair of scruffy sneakers. It was obvious from the look on his face
that he didn't want to be there. His face was almost as red as his
auburn curls.
"Why hello Margaret, ladies and you too Heather, it's so good to see you
again. Gwen, Rosa I desperately need that dress we were talking about
last month. I caught Jacqueline trying to run away this morning. Can
you imagine such a thing? Well, I've decided since he doesn't seem to
want to dress his age to regress him. It's ready, oh thank you. I
can't wait to see him in it. Come, come Jacqueline, take off those
horrid clothes and let them dress you," she gushed.
Turning even redder in the face, Jacob pulled his hand out of his
Mother's grasp and ran out the room. Unfortunately, as in Daniel's case
when he tried to run, he managed to run straight into Roger's arms. He
was brought back kicking and screaming. Roger gave him four quick hard
spanks and deposited him at his Mother's feet.
"Will there be any thing else madam?" Roger said in his deep baritone
without any expression of emotion.
"Good ole Lurch," Daniel thought, "You poor kid. I really feel sorry
for you but at least you tried to get away."
Mrs. Hawthorne reached down and grabbed her son by the ear lobe and
pulled him to his feet. "Strip! Now!" she commanded.
With tears flowing, Jacob slowly undressed. Pulling off his underpants,
he tried to hide his groin with his hands only to have them slapped
away. Everyone in the room stared at what was revealed as his hands
fell to his sides.
"OMG!" Gwen and Rosa exclaimed as one.
"Noooo, I don't believe it!" Margaret said in disbelief.
"****!" Daniel said.
"That's why I couldn't get here any sooner. I had to take him into the
city to have that taken care of. It's the latest innovation and took me
several hours to have it done. You like? I don't think he'll try
running away now," Mrs. Hawthorne stated.
Daniel rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands as he stared at Jacob.
Jacob had a vagina with a neatly trimmed landing patch of auburn hair.
It looked so real that Daniel found himself blushing.
"What?" Gwen asked.
"How?" Rosa chimed in.
"Oh, I didn't have anything removed if that is what you all are
thinking. There is this shop that specializes in the latest prosthetic
innovations. They used a new plasticized skin that can be molded. It
actually breathes so can stay on for months at a time. It's all
perfectly safe and as you can see so natural looking. I just love what
they have done for my little Jacqueline," she gushed.
His Mother had to hold him upright as the three women went over and
closely examined the device. Gwen actually inserted two fingers inside
the realistic folds which made Jacob cry all the harder. Margaret
looked at it then asked her where she purchased it and how long it would
take.
"Here, I have their card in my purse. I went to them this morning when
I caught Jacqueline climbing out the bedroom window. Told me to come
right over and I don't think it took more than two hours. You can have
it if you want," she replied digging into her purse.
Gwen stepped back and looked over the naked youth. "Mrs. Hawthorne, if
they can work that kind of miracle, why didn't you have them do the same
with his breasts?" she asked.
"Oh I thought about it but decided Jacqueline would be better off
without them. He can still attend school dressed in his boy clothing
without getting too much attention. Breasts would make looking like a
normal boy difficult," she explained.
With the fuss over, the twins hauled Jacob into the back room. There
was the sound of a small scuffle and a few smacks that came from the
room. When they emerged, Jacob was sniffling and wearing his new
outfit. He was wearing a sheer white chiffon balloon capped short
sleeved blouse with four tiers of red floral lace falling to mid-arm.
The pointed collar was trimmed in red lace. His red training bra could
be easily seen through the diaphanous fabric of the blouse.
He wore a bright fire engine red bridal satin party dress decorated with
white lace and bows that flared out at the hips. Below the skirt you
could see yards after yards of bright white net crinolines. Poking out
from beneath the petticoats was his well rounded butt covered in red
pantaloons with six rows of ruffled lace adorning the hems. On his feet
were red ruffled turned down white nylon socks and a pair of ruby red
sequined five inch spike heeled open toed pumps. On his head was a
darling bonnet with extra wide brim. It was constructed of white bridal
satin and dripping in red floral lace. The bonnet secured under the
left side of his chin with a wide red satin ribbon. As a finishing
touch, Jacob held a red and white stripped parasol with lace fringe.
"That's exactly how I envisioned it would look. Girls you have made my
and Jacqueline's day. Isn't he the cutest sweetest girly-girl you have
ever seen?" Mrs. Hawthorne gushed when he came out.
"Please, Mommy, don't make me wear this. I'll be good. I really
promise this time," Jacob said crying his eyes out.
"Jacqueline you should have thought about that before you tried running
away. As punishment, you will be dressed and treated just like a girl
until I think I will be able to trust your word again. If I hear one
more complaint, you'll go to school wearing your new dresses," she
snapped at him.
Daniel was told to go and change back into his street clothes. As he
walked back into the changing room, he was disturbed to see Margaret and
Mrs. Hawthorne huddled in conversation. He totally disliked Mrs.
Hawthorne and hoped that she wasn't giving his Aunt any ideas.
"I certainly don't want one of those things glued down there. It has to
be horrible for Jacob. Boy! I'm glad she's not my Mother," he mumbled
as he entered the changing room.
As Roger drove them back home, Margaret looked at Daniel with a crooked
smile. "Darling, I had the most entertaining conversation with Emma,
Mrs. Hawthorne that is. I mentioned, in passing, that a girl in your
dance class wanted you to go to a slumber party and how unhappy you were
about that. Well, she suggested that it might be a good idea if you and
her Jacqueline had a slumber party first. You know, to get you use to
the idea. I thought it was a grand idea and accepted the invitation for
you. Roger will drop you off at their house this Saturday and pick you
up Sunday. How does that sound?" she said.
"No, please Auntie, don't make me do that. She scares me! I don't want
to do it," he pled.
"I'm sorry darling but I have already accepted for you. Besides, it's
too late. She said she was going to stop and pick up party supplies and
make the arrangements so that you two will have a wonderful time. I
expect an excellent report back from Emma on your behavior. If not,
then, I expect the twins won't have any trouble replicating that
beautiful red dress," she stated.
Saturday arrived all too soon for Daniel. Margaret packed his over
night bag with what he considered way too much stuff. She was going to
put his peignoir in the case but after he complained, agreed it was too
fancy for a sleep over. Instead, she packed his baby doll.
He was wearing a blue denim just above the knee skirt with a white poly
capped sleeved blouse and a pair of silver strappy sandals with a four
inch spiked heel. For accessories, he had his white leather banded
lady's watch on his left wrist and a white chiffon scrunchie around his
right wrist. The scrunchie was in case he decided to put his hair up in
a pony tail later.
Ooo
Roger pulled into a long driveway that led to an English Manor styled
house. A large Mercedes was parked off to the side as the limo stopped
at the front door. As Roger was getting out, the door opened and Mrs.
Hawthorne stood at the entrance. At her side stood a tall thin girl
dressed in skinny jeans and blue tee.
"Hello Heather, I am so glad you could come for Jacqueline's slumber
party. He is so excited when he heard the car pull up that he had to go
pee-pee I'm afraid. He'll be here shortly. This is my daughter
Samantha. I don't believe you have met her yet. Please come in. Sam
take the bag from Roger. Oh, Roger thank you so much for bringing dear
Heather to us. We'll see you Sunday around noon, I think," she said.
Up close Daniel could see that Samantha was indeed her Mother's
daughter. She had the same features, the same air of dominance and
coldness that her Mother exhibited. Daniel immediately disliked her as
well. She looked younger than he and wore braces on her teeth but as he
held out his hand in greeting, she ignored it.
"Call me Sam you little pervert," she hissed as she took the bag from
Roger.
"Come along darlings, I'll fix us a pot of tea," Emma said.
Daniel was surprised to see Jacob dressed like a normal teenager when he
arrived in the kitchen. He was wearing a cute white cotton skirt that
flared out at the hips in large pleats reaching to just above the knee,
a teal satin short sleeved blouse, ecru hose and white strappy sandals
with a two inch block heel. His makeup was modestly applied. His eyes
were lined in black liquid eye liner, the lids dusted with green shadow
and his lips coated in a glimmering strawberry pink. His hair was in
auburn curls and smelled of flowers. The only thing detracting from his
appearance was the fear in his eyes.
"Hello Heather, I'm so glad you could come. Mummie and I were so
thrilled when we heard you wanted to spend the night with us," he said
as he walked up to Daniel and embraced him.
"I'm sorry but we have to do this or we'll both be punished," Jacob
whispered into his ear as they hugged tightly. Stepping back slightly,
Jacob then kissed Daniel full on the mouth.
"Wow! Aren't the little perverts cute," Samantha smirked.
"Samantha mind your tongue. We have a guest in the house. It's only
proper for two sissies to great each other with a hug and kiss," Emma
reprimanded.
Shortly after finishing his tea Daniel began to feel drowsy. He was
sitting at the table and the conversation was sounding like the buzzing
of bees in his ears. He shook his head trying to clear out the cobwebs
when Emma announced they were going on a drive.
"Feeling a little woozy perv? Come on, let me help you," Samantha said
grabbing his arm.
Daniel remembered sitting with Jacob and Samantha in the back seat of
the big Mercedes. "Go on you little sissy do what I told you or else,"
Samantha demanded in a harsh whisper.
Jacob leaned into Daniel and began kissing him on the mouth. Daniel was
unable to resist as the pink tongue invaded his mouth and played tongue
tag with his. This went on for some time with Jacob practically lying
on top of him before he heard Samantha tell Jacqueline to get on with
it. He felt his dress being pulled up and his panties down and
desperately tried to break the contact. He was too weak to stop Jacob
from doing whatever he wanted.
"Go on Jacqueline, you know you have to do it or I will make your life a
living hell," Samantha snarled.
Daniel felt warm wet lips surround his penis which began sucking and
slurping it. As the lips and tongue worked, Daniel couldn't stop his
dick from responding. The sensations filling his mind and body were too
much for him to control no matter how disgusted he felt. He wanted to
push the lips away, push the little pervert away but his arms flopped
uselessly by his side.
"Go on little brother, just like I've had you practice. All the way
down, swallow it all and make sure you leave a nice pink lipstick ring
around the base. That's it! You've got him all hard. Now slide up and
let him take your boi pussy. A real sissy like you should lose his
cherries to his best friend, shouldn't he? Now squat down on that
pole," she ordered not loud enough for her Mother to hear.
A small hand grabbed hold of Daniel's shaft and pressed the head of his
dick into a hot tight opening. Daniel let out a loud moan as he felt
his shaft enter Jacob's soft steaming inside. He heard crying above him
and an occasional whimper but he kept his eyes closed. He couldn't
defend himself but he certainly didn't have to watch what was happening.
"That's enough sissy. Now switch it to your new pussy. Get use to it.
You will be doing a lot more of that in the future," Samantha sneered.
Once Jacob switched holes, he lay down over Daniel and placed his head
on his shoulder. "Oh Daniel, I'm so sorry but I have no choice. If I
don't do this to you then she'll make me....make me," Jacob whispered
but couldn't continue as tears filled his eyes.
The feeling Daniel was getting from Jacob's pussy was different than
when he took his boi pussy. It was not as warm and not as tight but it
still stimulated his senses. As the warm lubricated ridges moved over
his dick, he couldn't stop himself from bucking up into it. Daniel felt
a rushing pressure filling his head, his body tightening and then with a
pulsing release he came.
When Daniel came too, he was sitting upright leaning against the door.
He still felt weak but he could move his hands slightly. Opening his
eyes, he stared directly into Samantha's. "I see you've decided to
rejoin us perv. You know you should thank us for letting you use that
pathetic excuse of a dick. No wonder your Aunt decided to make you into
a girl. Mom and I have a special surprise for you and you won't need
that pathetic thing again. You give us any trouble while we are in
there and you and my sissy brother will find yourselves out on the
meanest street in the city. See if you two can make it home when we
leave you with the crack whores and drug dealers. Now behave and I
better see a smile on your face," Samantha said as the car came to a
stop.
Daniel could move albeit on wobbly legs and with Jacob's assistance.
Looking up he saw a large neon sign, "Gnu Innovations." He was assisted
into the store and they were taken into a small room that looked like a
doctor's office. Samantha and Jacob quickly stripped Daniel of his
clothing and wrapped a paper examination gown around him. As they
waited, Daniel's wooziness dissipated.
"Mrs. Hawthorne it is so good to see you again. Is this the young lady
you were talking about?" a middle aged woman in blue scrubs said
entering the room.
"Yes, this is Heather a very dear friend of the family. She's like my
darling Jacqueline and they have been best friends since forever. Her
parents couldn't afford what you did for my baby but for her eighteenth
birthday I decided to give it to her," Emma stated.
"Yeah, give it too me....You've certainly stuck it to me in more ways
than one you evil bitch. If I can just get two seconds alone with her,
you all will be in jail. ****! I can't say nothing cause they'll just
deny it. The only thing I can prove is that I had....had intercourse
with Jacob. He's too chicken to defend me, so we'll both wind up on the
street. If I could get hold of my Aunt she might stop all this but I
can't even do that. Hell, she doesn't even know where I am. Oh, I just
have to wake up. This has got to be the worst nightmare I ever had.
It's gotta be a nightmare!" he thought.
"Heather you are very pretty. I can see why you would want our product.
You really have wonderful friends here. Just lie back on the table and
let me take some measurements and photos so we can match skin type," she
said.
Two hours later they left the shop. Daniel couldn't hold back any more
and began crying torrents. Jacob hugged and kissed Daniel all the way
back to the house. Samantha just smiled and snickered at the two of
them as Emma drove home.
"I bet the two you cannot wait to get into your precious nighties and
make wild crazy lesbian love," she laughed as they arrived.
At the house, Emma told the boys to go up to Jacob's room and get into
their nighties. "I want you to take a nice bath and get cleaned up for
this evening. I have a lot planned for tonight and it's going to be so
much fun," she said.
"That Samantha is certifiable. How could she be so evil? I've never
done anything to her. Why does she hate me and you so much?" Daniel
whispered to Jacob as they went into his room.
"Sh...she use to be nice...once....but that was before..." Jacob
whispered back.
"What are you two talking about? I want to hear everything, so stop
that whispering," Samantha shouted.
"Errr...nothing Sam. We...we were just saying how nice a hot bath would
be," Jacob replied.
"Get your clothing off and get into the tub. I'll be back to make sure
you are both looking your best for tonight," she said leaving them
alone.
As the tub was filling, Daniel demanded to know why she was such a
bitch. Jacob checked the door to make sure Sam wasn't near before
saying, "She was gang raped."
"Golly did...did the cops get those guys?" Daniel asked.
"Well sort of...she was able to identify one and he went to trail but
the case was weak. He got off and a few months later they got her
again. They raped her over an entire weekend. They left her near death.
She wasn't a pretty sight when they found her. They...they did things
to her that really fucked up her mind. She was in a mental institution
for more than a year before Mom got her out. Ever since, she's hated
all men...me included. You just happened by I guess. Mom...well she
isn't much better. I think she had a break down too as a result. I
think she feels that if I were a girl or a sissy Sam wouldn't feel so
threatened," he explained.
"Well I feel sorry for her but that's no excuse for treating us the way
she has. Your Mother should know better too. There is no excuse for
this," he replied. He wanted to say more but they heard Sam coming
back.
Sam made them strip each other naked then wash the other while in the
tub. She was surprised to see Daniel's A cup sized breasts and teased
him unmercifully. As they faced each other Sam had them play with each
other's breasts. Jacob didn't have any but when she saw Daniel's
nipples erect as Jacob sucked on one, she gave out a hoot.
"It sure looks like your little friend is enjoying that. I think you
two will make a great lesbian team. Go on, suck on that tit harder
while you stick a finger in her new pussy. I think he's going to be
surprised at how much he likes it. You do the same Heather. Make my
sissy brother happy. Come on let's see some action. Get your hands up
in there you bitches," she goaded.
Sam went wild eyed as the two boys fisted each other and Jacob sucked as
hard as he could on Daniel's nipples. By the time they collapsed into
each other spent, Daniel's nipples were swollen and inflamed. Sam still
looked crazed as she ordered them out of the tub. They dried each other
off. As Daniel was on his knees drying Jacob's artificial pussy, tears
flowed down his cheeks.
"I got one of those on me now. I can't believe they did this to me.
Aunt Margaret will make them pay for doing that. At least I hope she
does. It looks and feels so real. I wonder if this is what they really
look and feel like? I still can't believe that Jacob's fingers made me
cum inside this damn thing. That lady said this thing will stay glued
for three months and only a doctor could tell. ****! I want it off
now," he thought.
Dressed in their baby dolls they went down to dinner. As they went down
the stairs, Sam instructed them to be real lovie dovie, touching and
kissing as much as possible. They sat side by side at the table feeding
each other between kisses. Emma sat at the head of the table smiling a
satisfied smile letting Sam control the situation.
"See, Mom I told you they were the perfect couple. I bet when it comes
time for Heather to go home, they'll be inseparable," Sam gushed.
After dinner Sam had them sit one in front of the other in the den. She
handed a box of yellow satin ribbons to Daniel and instructed him to tie
little bows in each of Jacqueline's many curls. As he did that, she was
braiding his hair into thin braids and tying them off in blue satin
ribbons. Once that was done, she had them do each others nails in a
varnish that matched their hair ribbons.
To make the situation more embarrassing, she made them talk while doing
their tasks. "At slumber parties girls always talk about the boys in
their life. So I want to hear you talk about the boys you would like to
be with. I not only want the details of what they look like but the
juicy intimate stuff. You know like what turns you on and stuff like
that. Girls talk about clothing and music too. Oh yeah, I'd better
hear lots of enthusiasm, but first, I want to see you swap a lot of
spit. Make it juicy girls. You know, to get you into the mood," she
ordered with a laugh.
After they had put ribbons in each others hair, painted each others
nails and applied heavy whorish makeup on each other, Sam had them sit
on the couch side by side. She went over to the TV and put a DVD into
the machine. It was a XXX rated movie that started playing.
"Every slumber party has a bit of porn on if the parents are away.
Since Mom has gone to bed, you two can watch this for awhile. You can
consider it an educational video. I better hear a lot of giggles and
moans coming from this room just like all the other girls would," she
said as she left.
Sam made them stay up almost all night. She had them play with paper
dolls and read nursery rhymes in high pitched lisping voices until their
throats were sore. Not satisfied having them play at being little
girls, she had them read sections out of romance novels then act out the
scene. When she finally let them go to sleep, she made them crawl into
the same large sleeping bag, face-to-face, arms around each others neck
so they could kiss until they finally fell asleep.
Daniel was never so glad to see Roger pull up into the drive. Before he
was allowed to rush out, he had to French kiss Jacob while holding him
in a tight embrace where Roger could see. He was blushing as he jumped
into the back seat of the limo. Tears of relief fell down his cheeks as
the limo sped down the road.
As soon as he saw Margaret, he rushed into her arms still crying. "Oh
Auntie it was horrible. They took me to the city and....and had...made
me get one of those...those things...It's glued on and...and I...I can't
get it off....and...I...." he sobbed.
"Heather what are you talking about? Slow down, stop crying and tell me
what happened?" she said.
Daniel related all the terrible things Sam made him and Jacob do while
they were together. He explained the most about wanting that horrible
thing off him. The only thing he left out was what had happened on the
way to the store and the bathroom scene. He was too humiliated to tell
her that.
Margaret had him remove his panties so she could examine the prosthesis
closely. She touched her fingers to it and traced them around his
feminized groin. She stretched the lips out and slid a finger as deep
as she could into it. As Daniel blushed furiously at the inspection,
she muttered, "Oh my, this looks and feels so real. It's like I really
have a niece."
Standing up she hugged Daniel and said, "I'm sorry dear but it looks
like you'll have that on for awhile. I'm going to call Emma and give
her a piece of my mind. Go up to your room and get some rest. You look
exhausted."
"Aunt Margaret will take care of those bitches," he thought as his head
hit the pillow. His sleep was troubled my weird dreams. Dreams of him
and Jacqueline, dreams of him and some faceless man, dreams that scared
him but dreams that did not waken him.
As Daniel slept, Margaret called Emma. "Emma you have a lot of
explaining to do. Heather showed me what you did to her. She told me
everything that your daughter Samantha did as well. I am very
disappointed that you would allow Sam to do those things to my lovely
niece. That was going just too damn far. I know we talked about how
much I wanted Heather to feel more at ease being my niece but I never
gave you permission to go that damn far."
"Margaret, hold on a minute. Let me explain before you go and get more
holy than thou. Yes, you didn't tell me to get that prosthesis but you
know deep down in your heart of hearts that is exactly what you were
planning on doing. I heard you talking to Gwen about doing just that.
As far as my daughter's actions...well you are right. I should have
stopped her. I really should have and you have my apologies for letting
it go so far. I had a talk with her after Heather left. She realized
that what she did was wrong but she is a better person today. It was
like a catharsis for her. So I am not completely sorry for what
happened. I promise it won't happen again," Emma butted in.
"I don't care what it did for your daughter. It's what it did to my
poor niece that matters to me. I wasn't planning on getting that
prosthesis until later. I wanted her to be more mentally prepared for
it. I don't want to rush her like you did with your son. I need her to
accept being my lovely niece and that takes time. The sissy phase was
just that, a phase. It was to get her to mentally choose between being
a young lady or staying a sissy. If I had forced her to choose then I
wouldn't have accomplished anything. What you never understood was that
the mental changes are more important than the physical ones. Rushing
her into sexual situations will not make it easier for me in the future.
You are damn lucky I don't call the authorities in on this," she
fiercely retorted.
"Margaret I don't think neither of us wants to involve the authorities
in any of this. Let's just agree that what's done is done and go about
our lives. Goodbye," Emma defensively replied.
"Damn that bitch! She's crazy and no telling how much damage she's done
to my program to get Heather to accept her new life," Margaret mumbled
as she hung up the phone.
Margaret spent the rest of the afternoon while Heather slept fuming and
trying to figure a way to get Heather back on track. "The hormones
should be changing the chemical balance in her brain by now. They won't
make her think totally female but should influence it to some degree.
Guessing from her breast development, my sister started her on those
special vitamins when I first suggested it. They should be coursing
through every cell in her body by now. I guess I should find a
sympathetic doctor. I need to know how well her body and brain are
adapting to the hormones. I'll give Madge a call. If anyone knows a
sympathetic doctor, she will," she mused.
It was near dinner before Margaret went to Heather's room to wake her.
"Heather, my darling, time to get up, dinner will be ready shortly. Why
don't you take a nice hot bubble bath? It will make you feel a lot
better," she said as she sat on the bed.
"Auntie I don't feel like eating. I just want to go back to sleep and
never wake up," Daniel softly replied.
"Nonsense darling, it's not the end of the world. I am really sorry for
what Emma did to you but there is nothing we can do about it now. I
called that shop and they said nothing could be done until the glue wore
off in about three months. You know there is a bright side to all this.
No one will know that you aren't a real girl now. Your secret is safe
and you won't have to worry about that anymore. Why, you can even
change and shower with the other girls after ballet class if you want to
now. Come on get up and out of those clothes while I draw your bath for
you," she said.
Daniel got out of bed and stripped off his clothing. He forced himself
to look down at his new groin. Moving his hand down, he brushed his
fingers across the slit. Shuddering, he pulled his hand away.
"It looks and feels so real. I guess Auntie was right, there is no way
anyone could tell I wasn't a real girl now. At least it's not
permanent. It will come off. She said it would and I don't think she
was lying," he thought as he pulled his peignoir across his shoulders.
Ooo
Over the next week Margaret was especially nice and accommodating. She
let him pick out his own clothing and left him to his own devices for
the most part. She did insist that he practice his ballet every
afternoon when he didn't have classes and maintain the proper
mannerisms.
Daniel felt better as the week progressed. To his surprise, he
discovered that he actually enjoyed his ballet. Dressed in leotard and
tights, he would go through his positions and as he danced, his worries
seemed to vanish. Even his deportment lessons took his mind off his
problems. By the end of the week, even his dreams took on a softer
note. He took solace knowing that the prosthesis would soon be a thing
of the past. He kept repeating in his mind that nothing was permanent.
He would never admit it to anyone but in a way he was glad that the
device was stuck between his legs. He was no longer scared of discovery
when dressed in the figure hugging leotard. Without that worry, he was
relaxed around the other girls and he was becoming friends with the
older ones. He still had to wear his hated corsets but at least now, he
didn't have to wear those tight, hot pantigirdles anymore.
Friday after he finished his deportment class with Mrs. Harris, Margaret
took Daniel to see Doctor Richards. As Roger pulled into the parking
lot of the medical center, Daniel nervously asked why they were stopping
there.
"Darling, there is nothing to worry about. Dr. Richards is an old
acquaintance of mine. She is an excellent doctor and knows all about
your situation. I thought maybe she could find a way to remove that
device sooner. Well that and it wouldn't hurt to get a check up while
we are here," she explained.
There was some truth in her statement about a check up but the rest was
to ease his nerves. She had had a long talk with Dr. Richards earlier
in the week and able to come to an understanding. Dr. Richards was in
her early fifties with a pleasant bedside manner. She gave Daniel a
complete physical including lab and x-rays. He was embarrassed getting
a rectal exam but flushed scarlet when she closely examined his groin.
"Heather, you seem to be in good health but I'll know more once the lab
results are in. That prosthesis you are wearing is amazing and I'm
sorry to say, will be stuck on you for a few months. Once it comes
loose, I don't think you will have any problems but we'll do a follow up
exam then. Your breast development is a concern but with treatment
should present no problems either," she told him.
Saturday after ballet, Jennifer ran up to Daniel and handed him a small
envelop. With a big smile, she said, "I hope you can make it," before
running off. He opened it then sighed as he read, "Slumber Party. My
house 777 Juniper Lane, Saturday five till Sunday noon."
Daniel's Nightmare III
Daniel sat in the backseat of the limo pinching his arm. "I know this
part has to be a nightmare. The last thing I want is to go to another
sleepover. I can't believe Auntie is making me do this after what
happened the last time. Ouch! Dang that didn't wake me up. I'm still
here," he thought.
"Heather stop that fidgeting. This pajama party will be fun, I promise.
There will only be young girls there. I spoke with Jennifer's Mother and
she assured me that only three other girls will be there and they are
only twelve years old. So they should be no threat to you. Remember,
this is a good learning experience for you. You cannot learn to be a
lady without conversing with other young ladies. When it comes to boys,
all you will be doing is talking about them. As I remember, you'll play
some silly games, do a make over on each other, listen to music and talk
the entire time. It will be a fun experience for you. I packed a swim
suit and change of clothing for tomorrow in your bag. I want to see a
nice smile on your face when you arrive," Margaret said sitting beside
him.
To all outward appearances Daniel looked like any other teenaged girl.
He was wearing a lavender cotton tee with a scooped neckline, white
short-shorts, lavender crew socks and a pair of white Keds with pink
laces. His hair was put up in a high pony tail. A fluffy lavender
chiffon scrunchie held it in place. He was wearing light makeup that
complimented his clothing. Lavender blended into pink eye shadow and a
rich violet colored lipstick combined with a thin gold chain and several
gold bangles on his wrist were the perfect compliment to his dress. The
aroma of Tabu perfume permeated the air around him.
He was embarrassed by his appearance as he was still not use to wearing
feminine clothing. He felt every tug and pull of his bra and the
tightness of the shorts hugging his bottom like a second skin. As he
looked into the mirror before leaving the house, he shuddered at seeing
visible pantie lines. When he was in boy mode, he loved watching the
girls in tight pants with VPL. Oh the visions they conjured in his mind.
Now he cringed at the sight. Making matters worse was his violet nylon
panties could be seen when he bent over or moved. Another thing
bothering him was the other girls at the pajama party. Unlike them, his
tee stood out from his chest. Having "A" cup breasts and wearing a
slightly padded violet nylon/spandex uplift bra made him bigger than
anyone else.
Daniel absent mindedly reached up and pushed an errant bra strap back
over his shoulder. "Man! Did I do what I think I just did? That's
so...so normal for a girl but I'm a man. I'm getting too much into this
damn farce. ****! This morning I even put on my own makeup with Auntie
only helping me with the eyeliner. If it's only been a couple of weeks,
then, what am I going to be like by the end of summer? I'm going to have
to watch myself very carefully when I get back home. At least none of
this is permanent. Crap! What about these damn breasts?" he thought as
he cupped them in his hands.
"They are way too real. A guy isn't supposed to have breasts. Dr.
Richards says it's caused by some low hormones and that they'll be just
fine by the end of summer. Boy I hope so. I can't see me going out and
visiting my old friends with tits sticking out. We're here. Guess
there is nothing for it but to go on in. Auntie swore to me that this
party wasn't going to be anywhere near like the one with Jacob. I hope
she is right about that," he thought as he got out of the limo.
The house was a nice four bedroom ranch style. Jennifer's Dad had added
a den in the back where they would have their party. Jennifer's Mom and
Dad were in their early thirties and the image of middle class America.
They seemed kind enough and left the girls pretty much alone. The only
draw back was Jennifer's older brother Peter. When they were introduced,
he immediately recognized her as that girl from the mall. Daniel wanted
to die right there on the spot when they came face to face again.
"Oh yeah, I know you. You're that pretty girl I met at the mall with
your Aunt aren't you? Your Aunt letting you date yet?" he said with a
big smile.
"N...no...no not yet," Daniel replied blushing bright pink.
Ooo
"Oh gosh! I think my dorky brother really likes you Heather. You're
that girl he was talking about. Are you going to go out with him? I
guess for a boy he's okay. Like, I mean, you know. He's my brother so I
don't see him the way other girls do. So, do you think you would like to
go out with him?" Jennifer asked as they settled down in the den.
"Eeeerrrrr, I don't know. Auntie Margaret said I was still too young to
date," Daniel replied blushing.
"Gosh, how did I get in this mess? She never mentioned having a brother.
Of all people he has to be that one. I hope Auntie doesn't find out
otherwise she might make me go out on a date with him. She kinda hinted
at it that first time," he thought.
"Come on Heather! Tell us what you think of Peter?" Linda asked. Linda
was one of Jennifer's friends from school. She was a petite blond with a
pretty smile. The other two girls at the sleepover were Janice, a perky
brunette and Alice, a shy chubby girl wearing dark rimmed glasses.
"Yeah, tell me what you think of my dorky brother?" Jennifer begged.
"Oh, he's alright I guess," Daniel replied.
"Come on girlfriend, you can do better than that. Do you like his ass?
I think it's cute. Or maybe you're an eyes girl. His eyes have a dreamy
look to them but I like his round ass better," Janice broke in giggling.
"No, his lips. I bet he's a great kisser. Come on Heather tell us what
you like about him," Linda added.
"I....I guess he is kinda cute. I don't really know as I don't hang out
with many guys," Daniel hedged.
"I know how we can find out. Truth or Dare! You go first Heather since
you know what I'm going to ask you," Jennifer yelled.
The game of Truth or Dare was embarrassing but he got through it. Just
to end the questioning about Peter, Daniel finally blurted out that he
thought that Peter was cute and his big blue eyes his best feature. His
one big mistake was telling the girls that, yes, he had kissed a boy.
They all wanted to know what it was like and if the boy stuck his tongue
into his mouth.
Daniel wanted to block all that out of his mind but the girls were
relentless in their questioning. Three of the girls made vomiting sounds
when he described what it was like having a tongue thrusting into his
mouth. He was in agreement with them on that point. After a few more
questions, they switched topics to the latest boy bands for which he was
very grateful. He was uneasy talking about boy bands but his mandatory
teen idol magazine reading was a real help. He was saved from more
questions, when pizza was delivered.
"These girls can talk and ask the most embarrassing questions. None of
my old gang ever talked that much in a whole week. I just hope they are
finished asking me about boys, kissing and Peter," he thought as he ate
his pizza.
After pizza the girls decided it would be great to give each other
makeovers. That was an experience Daniel could handle as he was probably
the most proficient of the girls with makeup. His makeover was a bit
difficult as the girls tossed the different colored makeup into a bag.
Each had to reach in and pick a lipstick, nail polish, and shadow from
the bag. Reaching into the bag, Daniel pulled out a blue nail polish,
Cranberry red lipstick and green eye shadow.
"These colors are so going to clash," he thought. Then he kicked himself
for thinking like a silly girl.
The makeover session finished with all the girls having a good laugh at
the outcome, Jennifer's Mother brought in popcorn and sodas. She told
the girls to make sure they removed their makeup before going to sleep.
They put a DVD chick flick on and huddled into a circle to watch it.
After the show, makeup remover was passed around. The final thing they
did before putting on their pajamas was apply a mud pack. Green, white
and blue faces stared back at each other laughing until tears came into
their eyes.
Reaching into his bag, Daniel reluctantly removed a green nylon and
chiffon baby doll with matching bloomers. He had hoped that Margaret had
packed his extra large tee or at least his pink satin pajama set instead
of this femmi one. It had puffed sleeves ending in three inches of white
lace, rounded collar that revealed way too much cleavage, full empire cut
forest green nylon underskirt with pale green chiffon outer layer and
three inches of floral white lace at the hem. The forest green bloomers
had four rows of white floral lace across the bottom and matching lace at
the leg openings.
He was going to the bathroom to change, when Jennifer told him to go
ahead and change right there in the den. "Look the door is closed so no
one will see us change. Don't be a spoil sport, change in here with us,"
Jennifer said too which the other girls heartily agreed.
Reluctantly, Daniel decided to change where he was. He stripped as
quickly as he could and pulled on his baby dolls. During that process,
he couldn't help but see the other girls as they were all standing
nearby. Most had a bit of pubic hair but none shaped like his. They all
had the beginnings of breasts but nothing compared to his. Since he
could see them, they could see him. Daniel was worried for a few minutes
that his secret was revealed since most of the girls were staring at him.
"Darn girlfriend, you have a fantastic body. I just hope mine develops
as nicely. Why did you trim your pubs like that?" Jennifer asked
quietly.
"Oh, that's something they did when I got my body wax. Madge at the
salon said....said it was the latest rage," he replied blushing hotly.
"You had your body waxed? Wow, that is just so way cool. I wish my
Mother would let me get that done. She just started letting me shave my
legs and pits. There aint no way she'd let me get waxed. Did it hurt
very much? Did it make you cry?" Linda said.
"I've never even been to a salon. My Mom just trims my bangs and split
ends herself. Geez you're so lucky Heather," Alice piped up.
When they had all gotten their pajamas on, Daniel was the only one
wearing a gown. The others either had a large tee or cotton pajamas. As
he stepped into his fuzzy slippers with a two inch heel, Jennifer's Mom
came back into the room.
"Alright girls, it's getting real late and we have the party tomorrow so
see about getting some sleep. Is there anything I can get you before I
go to bed? No, then you all get some sleep and I'll see you in the
morning," she said.
After she left, Jennifer passed out bedrolls to each of them and turned
out the light. As Daniel was sliding into his bedroll, he thought, "I'm
exhausted down to the very bone. I have never talked so much in my life
and trying to keep my secret from all these girls just wore me out. I
just hope they will let me get some sleep."
Just as he thought sleep was taking over, Daniel felt a warm body slide
close to him. "Heather," Jennifer's soft voice spoke, "Tell me what it's
really like to kiss a boy and have his tongue in your mouth? Did it make
your tummy all warm and fuzzy?"
Ooo
Daniel was the first one in the bathroom that next morning. As he placed
his bag on the counter, he breathed a sigh of relief. "At last I have a
bit of privacy. They kept me up all night talking and giggling. I don't
think that I will ever understand the way girls talk. It wouldn't be so
bad if they didn't hop from one thing to another. One second they are
talking about boys then its clothing then its boys and then some
television show. Then they use all those cutsie phrases to describe
everything. If it isn't "precious" this or "darling" that, it's all
those "I love" or "to die fors" that drive me nuts. My bros back home
never talked that much or like that. ****! I can just imagine what
would happen if I used the word "darling" when I talked about my baseball
glove," he thought.
He pulled out the large toiletries kit Margaret had packed for him and
opened it. There on top was his calendar. There were twenty-eight lines
drawn through the dates. "Oh crap! It's my time of the month already,"
he mumbled as he removed the pink rubber ball douche. Margaret had
explained that girls his age had "menstrual periods" in which their
uterus sloughed off its lining about every twenty-eight days.
"Since you now have a vagina, you might as well experience your own
period. Here is a calendar to keep track of the days. At the end of the
twenty-eighth day, you will use a tampon and panty liners for the next
five days. You will need to change out your tampon and pad every four
hours. Actually, once you get in the habit, its no problem keeping up
with. Besides, I think it will help you fit in with your new girl
friends. Girls talk to each other about such things, you know. It will
help you to better relate to them if you had your own to talk about," she
informed him.
As he stepped out of the shower, the door opened and Linda walked in.
"Sorry but I just have to pee really bad," she said as she dropped her
white polka dotted baby blue cotton panties and sat down.
Daniel just stood there in shock as Linda peed. He couldn't see anything
as her sleep shirt covered her groin. He realized that he was staring
and immediately turned away. "Errrr....sure no prob," he managed to
stutter.
"Heather, like, you know, all us girls really love that you came over for
our sleep over. It's not often an...an older girl would put up with us
kids. Thanks," Linda said as she pulled up her panties.
"Yeah....errr...thanks....I really lik...er love being with you
girls...err..it was fun...err...for a change," he stuttered blushing beet
red.
As she started to walk out, she noticed the box of tampons and pads on
the counter. "On your period I see. I just started having my visitor a
few months ago. It makes me all crampy and achie all over. Does yours
do that to you too?" she asked.
"Ye....yeah....sometimes," he replied. Daniel couldn't believe he was
having that kind of conversation with a twelve year old girl. Auntie had
warned him that it would happen but Linda was acting like she was talking
about the weather.
"How could girls take such a cavalier attitude about that?" he wondered
as she left.
He quickly finished up and put on his bathing suit. He wasn't totally
thrilled about appearing in public wearing a bikini but Jennifer's
parents thought a pool party the ideal ending to a sleep over. The
bikini was a florescent hot pink with a halter top and high cut bottoms
that tied at the sides.
"I wish I had a one piece. This doesn't cover much and there will be
boys around. Peter would be bad enough but he's having some of his
friends come over for the bar-b-cue. I've got to get Auntie to get me a
one piece. I'll have to put my denim skirt on and not go into the pool,"
he thought as he looked at his reflection.
While the other girls were getting ready, he wandered into the kitchen.
He noticed the adults' busy preparing food and asked if he could help.
Daniel was quickly put to work peeling potatoes for the salad. Mrs.
Ives, Jennifer's Mother, told him how happy she was that an older girl
would join the kids for a sleep over. Again, he felt a thrill of
happiness just like when Linda told him the same. He couldn't explain
that strange feeling but told her that he enjoyed the girl's company.
The bar-b-cue and pool party wasn't the bad experience Daniel had feared.
Peter had three of his friends over but they pretty much left the girls
to themselves. While the guys were horse playing in the pool, the girls
all sat out in the sun getting tans. Daniel wanted to keep his skirt on
but the girls insisted that he couldn't get a good tan without taking it
off. Reluctantly he took it off and as he was spreading sun tan lotion
on his legs, Peter walked up with a great big smile on his face.
"Golly Heather you look real good in that bathing suit. Why don't you
come into the pool with us?" he asked.
"Sorry Peter but I want to get a tan and talk to the girls," Daniel
replied. He didn't want to offend Peter but he certainly didn't want to
get into the pool with him either. Daniel felt a shiver run up his spine
as Peter looked down on him. He could see Peter's eyes roving all over
his body and it scared him.
"I don't want some boy looking at me like that. I feel like a piece of
raw meat with a vulture hovering over it. How do girls put up with
that?" he thought as Peter finally walked away.
When Roger came to pick him up Daniel was actually having fun. He was
surprised to see Margaret get out of the limo. She came over and Daniel
introduced her to Jennifer's parents. As she was talking to them, Peter
came over and picked up Daniel's bag.
"Here let me carry this to the car for you Heather," he said all smiles.
"Oh, you there, don't I know you?" Margaret said.
"Yes ma'am, I'm Peter Ives. Jennifer's brother. We met at the mall last
week," he replied.
"I...I can carry my own bag. It isn't that heavy," Daniel said trying to
deflect his Aunts attention away from Peter.
"Now Heather, darling, let this charming young man do his goodly deed for
the day. Ahhh, yes, the young man who wanted a date with my niece,"
Margaret stated.
"Yes ma'am and I still want a date with Heather if you would allow it,"
Peter said with an even bigger smile.
"Well I wouldn't mind a gentleman caller under the right conditions.
What did you have in mind Peter?" Margaret asked.
"Errr...I thought maybe a pizza and movie. My Dad could take us and pick
us up afterwards," he said after a second of thought.
"That sounds like a proper first date. I'm sure Heather would love to go
with you under those conditions.
"Auntie Margaret!" Daniel hissed.
"What's the matter Heather? You've been asking me to get out of the
house for ages now. So what's the problem?" Margaret huffed.
With everyone staring at him expectantly and seeing the look in his
Aunt's eyes, decided to just let it happen. "Crap! I'm stuck having to
go out with Peter now. Auntie Margaret isn't about to let me off the
hook and if I don't agree, she'll find some way to punish me. Dang, I
don't want to but she's giving me no choice," he thought.
"Ahh, nothing Auntie. Errrr....I...would like to go to a movie," he
stammered.
"It's settled then. Peter it looks like you have a date. When were you
planning on taking her out," she said with a smug smile.
"This Friday would be just great. I get my allowance then," Peter
replied gleefully.
Ooo
Tuesday at ballet class Daniel was smothered with a zillion questions
from Jennifer and the other girls. Apparently word spread about his
upcoming date with Peter and everyone wanted to know the details. Of
course Jennifer knew all about it but wanted to know what Heather was
going to wear and all the other girls wanted to know what he looked like,
was she going to kiss him and all those other questions girls had about
clothing and boys. The only thing that saved him from totally
embarrassing himself was when Miss Stella told them to start their
stretching warm-ups.
The only thing on Daniel's mind that entire week was the fact that he had
a date with a real boy. "I can't believe Auntie actually is making me go
on a date with a real boy. It was horrible going out in public with
Jacob but he was different. He was stuck just like me and didn't have
any choice. This is so different. He's a real boy! What am I going to
do?" he thought over and over.
Another thing bothering him was the book Margaret gave him to read. "A
Girl's Guide to Dating" wasn't one of those old fashion books that said
not to kiss until the third date. This was a more liberal version that
stressed safe sex. He wasn't surprised when his Aunt sent him into the
drug store to buy a package of condoms.
"Young girls can't be too careful nowadays. In my day, all we had to
worry about was getting pregnant but now. Well, you can't be too
careful. Get the package with the different colors that way you can
match the color with your dress," she instructed.
He had been embarrassed before but not nearly as much as when he went to
check out. The clerk was an older teen but what made it horrible was
that he was a he. When Daniel placed the box on the counter, the look
the boy gave him made him blush all the way down to his toes.
Friday arrived all too soon and Aunt Margaret had him getting ready at
four in the afternoon. When he complained about the early hour as his
date wasn't until seven, she retorted, "A girl's first date is one of the
most important days in her life dear. It's right up there with getting
the first bra, the first period, the first kiss you know. Look, here,
I've bought you something that you need to help you remember all these
important dates. I'm just sorry for not getting it to you much sooner.
It's a diary that I want you to keep current. We don't have the time to
begin filling out the details but we'll spend tomorrow on it. I'll help
you get it started but you'll have to keep it up on your on. So let's
get you into a nice hot bubbly bath for starters," she said.
She stayed in the bathroom as he performed his pre-bath rituals making
sure he did everything right. It still bothered him that she would watch
as he did such personal rituals. She helped him shampoo and put steam
rollers in his hair. As she was putting the last roller in, he said,
"Please Auntie, I can do all this by myself now. You don't have to hover
over me."
"Oh I don't mind in the least darling. I just love sharing this
experience with you. It brings back such beautiful memories. Now come
along and let's see what you are going to wear tonight. It's got to be
special and I think I know just the perfect outfit. It's such a
beautiful summer evening. I think something light and frivolous is in
order," she said with a giggle.
"Light and frivolous indeed!" he mumbled as he waited to be called for
his date. Margaret had gone all out and spared no amount of humiliation
on him as she selected his lingerie, dress and makeup.
"Since this is technically your first date with a real boy, I think white
the appropriate color," she said handing him a pair of lace encrusted
thongs, matching satin uplift demi-bra, wide lace garter belt with six
straps, sheer ecru nylons and knee length heavily lace hemmed half-slip.
With his lingerie on, she sat him down at the vanity and proceeded to
apply his makeup. She used predominantly shades of pink finishing his
look with a bright liquid looking pink lipstick. Taking the rollers from
his hair, she bushed it out leaving a center part and swept the bangs
across his forehead. She placed a pink plastic hair band to separate the
bangs, sprayed a heady dose of Tabu perfume on and pronounced him ready
for his dress. The knee length sundress was white rayon with pink polka
dot decoration. The rounded collar just exposed the top of his breasts
and tied at the shoulders with white satin ribbons. A pair of white
leather thee inch spiked heeled strappy sandals, a multi-strand thin
silver necklace, several silver bangles for his wrists and three silver
rings came next. As a finishing touch, she put three inch silver hoops
into his ear lobes. She reached into a drawer, rummaged around a bit
then placed a bottle of hot pink varnish on the vanity counter.
"Darling, be a dear and re-do your nails while I go get ready to meet
your date and his father. Be careful and don't get any on your dress,"
she said then left the room.
Peter showed up wearing a pair of tan slacks and a navy blue pull-over
shirt. In his hand was a single red rose and a great big smile on his
face. Daniel nervously thanked him and placed the rose in a vase. He
rode in the back seat with Peter. A good space separated them while his
Dad drove which Daniel was thankful for. They had pizza at the mall but
Daniel could only get one slice down he was so nervous. The movie was
one of those silly romantic comedies.
Daniel jumped when Peter put his arm around his shoulders but didn't make
him remove it. Soon afterwards, Peter got a little more daring by slowly
moving his hand downwards to briefly touch the exposed skin just above
Daniel's left breast. Without thinking Daniel reached up and pulled his
hand away. He glared at Peter for a second then remembered he was
supposed to be a real girl. So instead of punching Peter, he turned back
to look at the screen. During the rest of the movie Daniel kept his
knees pressed tightly together and his eyes staring at the screen.
Peter for his part, just smiled but kept his arm around Daniel's
shoulders. Towards the end of the movie, Peter was leaning against him.
Daniel could feel his body heat and smell his Aqua Velva aftershave. The
sensations Daniel was feeling were a strange mix of both attraction and
repulsion. Peter was a good head taller than he was and his muscular arm
felt reassuring. The masculine aftershave also gave him a sense of
security. What bothered Daniel was the fact Peter was another boy and
boys shouldn't feel that way about other boys. Daniel didn't dare to
even think about the other emotions he was feeling about Peter in the
back of his mind.
Peter put his arm around Daniel's waist as they left the movie and kissed
him quickly on the cheek just before walking out into the brightly lit
theater proper. Daniel wanted to reach up and wipe the kiss off his
cheek but didn't dare. Girls just didn't do that on a date and he
couldn't afford to appear anything less than girly. So he did the next
best thing and excused himself to go to the ladies and freshen up.
The restroom was packed with other girls and women as Daniel walked in.
He wasn't accustomed to waiting in line just to pee and it bothered him
that each stall had at least three others waiting ahead of him.
"It's a darn good thing I don't have to go that bad. Why don't these
places put in more stalls?" he mumbled.
"Yeah, aint that the truth dearie," the woman standing beside him said.
"They never put in enough of them. I can't begin to tell you the number
of times I've almost wet myself standing in these lines. I'll tell you a
little secret of mine when I know I'm going out. Wear a maxi-pad. It
will absorb minor accidents."
As they stood outside waiting for his Dad to pick them up, Peter plagued
Daniel with questions about where he grew up, what school he went to, did
he have any boyfriends then, what kind of music did he like and others
teens usually ask each other. All the while they stood waiting Peter had
his arm around Daniel's waist pulling them close. Peter's Dad finally
arrived and none too soon for Daniel.
"If I have to make up one more answer to his questions, I'm going to
scream," Daniel thought as the car pulled up.
Peter walked him to his door when they got back to Aunt Margaret's.
Peter fumbled around while Daniel waited politely for his excuse to go
inside. Peter finally got around to the inevitable and asked Daniel to
go out with him again. Margaret specifically told him to accept if he
asked him again, so with a forced smile, Daniel said he would. Peter's
smile reached from ear to ear when he heard that and impulsively grabbed
Daniel around the waist, pulled him into his body and planted a quick but
sound kiss on Daniel's lips. It might have gone on longer but the porch
light came on and Peter broke the kiss.
"Well it looks like you had an eventful evening darling. You must simply
tell me everything. I am just dying to know all the little juicy details
of your date tonight," she said as he walked inside.
All Daniel wanted to do was get out of his heels, change into something
more comfortable and by that he meant less feminine and forget about his
date. Margaret followed him into his room and while he changed, grilled
him about every aspect of his date. She was more than pleased to hear
that he wanted to take Heather out on another date. She was so pleased
that she insisted Daniel keep dating Peter for the rest of the summer.
If he didn't want to date Peter she was positive Jacqueline would be
available. That pronouncement sent a shiver up his spine.
As Daniel lay back in bed he relived that evening's experiences. "He
tried to grab my boob! Then he kept his arm around me the entire time
and kissed me! Why couldn't he just watch the movie? I still can't
believe I let him kiss me right out there in front of my house. Where
everybody could see me....oh ****...I could feel his dick pressing
against my stomach. What kind of boy is......damn....he was acting the
same way I did back when..." he couldn't finish the thought as he broke
out in tears.
Ooo
Monday he was taken to Dr. Richards for his weekly hormone injection and
blood work. He complained that the shots didn't seem to be working and
that his breasts seemed more sensitive. "Look Doctor, my nipples are
bigger than they were the last time I saw you. Are you sure these shots
will help?" he asked.
"Don't worry Heather, you are doing just fine. If I'm right your test
results will show that a proper hormone level has been reached. Now
don't worry your pretty little head over it. Like I said, everything
will be just fine by the time school starts," the Doctor answered.
The Doctors words didn't give him any comfort but they did ease his mind
a bit. In just two weeks since he first saw the Doctor, his areoles had
grown to the size of half dollars, his nipples always seemed to be erect
and they were oh so sensitive.
"She did say that in another three weeks everything would be back to
normal but I don't know. These boobs seem to be getting bigger each week
instead of shrinking. Man! I sure hope she's right. I can't go back
home with tits," he thought as they left the office for his deportment
lessons.
Wednesday, Peter called Heather to ask him out for Saturday night. He
wanted to take her to a teen dance club in town and would pick her up at
seven. Daniel tried to hedge off the date by saying he would have to ask
his Aunt and he would call back. Unfortunately Margaret was standing
nearby and heard most of the conversation.
"Tell him you would just love to go out with him again and sound
thrilled," she instructed.
Saturday morning Margaret took him to see Madge for a complete makeover.
This time his hair was given blond highlights and a light trim. Full
body wax, deluxe facial, manicure with one inch French tipped extensions,
pedicure and professionally applied makeup were included.
When Daniel complained about what she had the salon do, she said,
"Darling, you are going out on a second date and to a dance party. You
simply must look your best. You don't want Peter's eyes roving. You
want him captivated by just you my dear. Since this is your second date
with the same boy, I expect you to be much nicer to him. Last time you
let him have his first kiss and he will expect more this time. I expect
him to be so happy with your attentions that he will ask you out for a
third date. When we get to the house, I want you to take a nice long
bubble bath and don't forget to protect your hair," she stated.
Margaret dressed him for his date after inspecting every inch of his
body. Even though he had a fax vagina covering his genitals, standing
nude while his Aunt inspected him still made him blush. For lingerie,
she selected a matched set in sunflower yellow nylon and ecru colored
hose. A yellow silk blouse with rounded cowl neckline and three quarter
length balloon sleeves that tied off with bright yellow satin ribbons, a
grey wool full skirt and yellow leather strappy sandals with a four inch
stiletto heel completed his dressing. For accessories, a wide yellow
leather belt with gold buckle was pulled tight around his waist. A
yellow satin ribbon choker with cameo was fastened around his neck, white
plastic bangles for his wrist and several rings were selected.
He was given a yellow leather hobo purse that Margaret filled with his
cosmetics, tissues, wallet, a spare pair of hose, spare pair of panties,
tampons, condoms and hair brushes. Daniel stood nearby as she filled the
purse blushing with embarrassment.
"Man! I hope nobody looks in there," he mumbled as the bag filled.
"If another girl looks in there she will see nothing that she doesn't
also have in her purse darling. Spare hose in case you have a run and
panties in case you have an accident. Just the essentials every girl has
when going out. If Peter is the gentleman I think he is, he will not
dare to get into your purse. Gentlemen are taught from a very young age
to never ever go into a woman's purse, you know," she replied.
Promptly at seven Peter picked Daniel up and his Dad drove them to the
club. It was crowded and the music blaring when they entered. Peter
found them a booth towards the back and once Daniel was seated left to
get them drinks. The club had subdued lighting but not dark, the large
****en dance floor took up about a third of the space, the walls were
lined with red leather booths and there were numerous tables and chairs
laid about. Up towards the front of the club was the snack bar and soda
fountain. Peter brought back two large slices of pepperoni pizza and
large cokes.
Again, Daniel didn't have much of an appetite as he was just too nervous.
It was bad enough being out with a boy but he didn't know how to dance
like a girl. He didn't think ballet steps were going to do the trick
tonight. As much as he didn't want to dance, he had to when Peter asked
him. Unfortunately it was a slow melodic tune and Peter pulled Daniel
close into his body. Daniel wasn't totally ignorant when it came to
dancing like a girl. He knew to put his arms around Peter's neck and
somehow follow his lead while wearing high heels.
Peter's arms were around Daniel's waist as they slow danced. The aroma
of Aqua Velva filled Daniel's nose and the strong arms guiding him around
the dance floor were reassuring. As the dance ended, Daniel was
surprised to discover that they were dancing cheek to cheek and his
fingers were running through Peter's hair. Realizing what he was doing,
Daniel pulled his head back only to have his lips melding with Peter's.
They danced to several fast dances after that and another slow one before
heading back to their booth. Daniel was very confused as they reached
the booth and Peter left to get them some more soda. During both slow
dances he had felt very strange. Peter's cologne was intoxicating, the
strength he felt being held close, the tickling sensation emanating from
his nipples which were as hard as rocks but more importantly, the
electric thrill that raced up his spine when Peter kissed his neck and
then blew gently into his ear. Now that was a surprise and his happy
mood confused the heck out of him.
"Boys shouldn't be feeling like this dancing with another boy," he
thought.
When Peter returned they just sat and talked. He did most of the talking
and Daniel just listened. They held hands while they talked and every
now and again Peter would steal a quick kiss from his beautiful date.
Daniel couldn't avoid the kisses, so he just grinned and bore it. As
time passed, the kisses didn't seem to be that horrible. Daniel's
bladder made its need known and he excused himself to go to the lady's.
The room was filled to capacity when Daniel entered. The lines in front
of the stalls seemed to be a million miles long. By the time he got into
a stall, he was dampening his panties.
"Crap! When will I ever learn that women need to go before they really
have too? Good thing Auntie put a fresh pair of panties in my purse," he
mumbled as he did his business. Finished, he waded through the crowd to
the sinks and fixed his smeared lipstick.
They were picked up by Peter's Dad around eleven. Daniel was exhausted
by then and was glad to be going home. At the door, Peter kissed him
deeply playing tongue tag. This time, Daniel didn't push him away but
let him continue the kiss until the porch light blinked. The deep kiss
had literally taken Daniel's breath away. Smiling he entered the house.
Margaret seeing his smile wanted to know all the details right then and
there. Daniel confessed his confusion but she told him that it was
perfectly normal. When he protested, she made him tell her exactly how
he had felt getting held by strong arms and being kissed. Did he get
tingles up his spine when they kissed? Did little bolts of electricity
radiate from his nipples as they danced? Her questions and his honest
answers only confused him all the more. He spent a long time filling in
his diary that night.
Ooo
To his surprise he saw Jacob in his next dance class. His hair was still
tightly curled in that Little Orphan Annie style but he seemed thinner
and somehow more girlish. He was wearing a hot florescent lavender
leotard, pink tights and pink ballerina slippers. They didn't have a
chance to talk as Jennifer and the girls rushed over and began their
twenty questions about his date with Peter.
As they went through their stretching and positions exercises, Daniel
noticed that Jacob seemed to know all the moves. He also noted that
Jacob had what appeared to be bigger breasts than he remembered. Daniel
felt sorry for him but was in no position to either talk or help in any
meaningful way. Bending at the waist, feet in the first position, arms
outstretched and fingers waving to the music, Daniel had enough to keep
his mind occupied than to worry about Jacob.
After class Daniel went over to Jacob followed by the girls. He had
hoped to talk to him alone but that wasn't going to happen. So he
introduced Jacob to his friends and asked how Jacqueline was doing.
"Errr....hi Heather. I....I'm doing okay I guess. Sam has been teaching
me ballet but decided I would do better in a proper class. She...she
also has me in a yoga class. Says I need to become real limber and more
graceful if I...I want to attract the....the boys," he replied softly.
Daniel wanted to ask more but Mrs. Hawthorne and Sam came into the room
to get Jacqueline. Emma gave Heather a glance but Sam glared at him.
"Why Heather, we haven't seen you around lately. Jacqueline has really
missed you so much. She just can't stop talking about your sleep over
and all the great things you two did. Oh, how rude of me. Are these
your new little friends? I bet they would love to hear about your sleep
over with Jackie here," she said grinning evilly.
Daniel almost peed himself when Sam said that. He knew that she would be
more than happy to spill his secret to Jennifer and the others. If she
did that, he would be devastated. Fortunately, Margaret entered the room
and saw them talking.
"Emma, Sam how nice to see you again. I see you decided to get
Jacqueline dancing lessons. Well, we must have a chat but I'm running
late for an appointment. Come along Heather, I don't want to be late,"
she said giving Emma a stern look.
"Auntie Margaret, Auntie Margaret, you saw. Sam threatened to tell
Jennifer and the others all about me. You can't let her do that!
Please, you've got to do something. You just have too," Daniel said as
they got into the limo.
"I'm sure Jacqueline's presents at the studio today was just coincidental
dear. However, I will give Emma a call and see what I can do," she
assured him.
Tuesday, Jacob met Daniel as he arrived at the studio just inside the
entrance. To Daniel's surprise, Jacob grasped him in a tight hug and
kissed him right on the lips. Daniel pushed him away and looked around
to see if anybody saw them. The only one there was Sam standing off in
the shadows holding a camera.
"Look girlie boy, unless you want me to tell those little rug rats in
there who you really are, you will be very nice to Jackie here. Remember
you're bestest friends and lesbian lovers at that. You tell that bitch
of an Aunt of yours that you want to spend the night this weekend with my
precious little sister or....well you get my drift. Don't think for one
moment that I won't do it or that your Aunt can do anything to stop me.
Now give Jackie a nice French kiss then go into class holding hands all
nice nice like. And...don't tell her we had this little conversation
either or it will go even worse for you," she hissed.
"But...but Auntie Margaret won't let me. Not after what happened last
time. She won't let me do that," Daniel argued.
"Well sissy boy you had better figure out a way or I'll just have to have
a powwow with your little friends in there. If nothing else, they will
believe that you two are lesbian lovers once they see these pictures,"
she snapped.
That evening over dinner Daniel broached the subject of going over to
Jacob's. "Errr...Auntie Margaret...errr...could I go spend the night at
Jacob's this Saturday," he managed.
"I thought you had a date with Peter this weekend dear," she said.
"Yeah, yes I do but it's for Friday," he replied.
"I thought that after the last time you visited over there and what
happened, you never wanted to see them again. I even called Emma and
gave her a piece of my mind. So why all of a sudden you just have to go
over there?" she asked.
"Errr..aaahhh...Jacob...errr..he...he wants my help. Yeah, he needs me
to help him get away from....from Sam. Please let me go so I can help
him Auntie," he plead.
"Help him? How can you help him?" she questioned.
"I...I don't know but...but I feel really sorry for him," he replied.
"If you insist but I don't like the idea. You shouldn't be meddling into
their affairs," she said.
"I know but he's a nice kid and...and I want to help. Maybe I can
convince Mrs. Hawthorne to keep Sam away from him. At least I can try,"
he added.
"Okay, but I'm calling Emma first," she relented.
Friday's date with Peter was to another movie but it had been showing for
awhile and there weren't too many people there. Peter took advantage of
the situation and pressed his attentions on Daniel. Daniel for his part
didn't fight back too hard and Peter managed to get to second base that
night. While Daniel managed to keep his modesty, Peter did get to grope
his "A+" cup breast and fondle a nipple through the nylon of his bra.
Daniel left the movie with a big hickey on his neck and a slightly tender
left nipple.
In the lady's after the movie, as he freshened his makeup and
straightened out his blouse, Daniel was more confused than ever. "I
shouldn't have let him do that tonight but he was so demanding. So so
masculine tonight. If I tried to stop him, people might have noticed.
That would have been so embarrassing. I didn't mind the kissing hardly
at all this time. It kinda made me feel all tingly inside. Then, his
hand on my boobie and the feeling. Ohhh, I don't know what's happening
to me. He's so strong, smells so good and so so, gee I don't know what's
right anymore. Damn! That snit, he gave me a hickie. Now how am I
going to cover that up so Aunt Margaret doesn't see? Darn him," he
thought as he stood before the mirror.
Aunt Margaret saw the hickie and was relentless in getting him to reveal
all that happened. Instead of being mad like he thought she would be,
she glowed with happiness. "Darling, I am so glad to see you developing
into a young lady. I am really pleased that you found a nice boy like
Peter. I still don't understand why you insist on going over to
Jacqueline's house tomorrow. I just don't see any good come from it,"
she stated.
"But Auntie I have too," he replied.
"Well, it's on your head then whatever happens but you call me if you
need me. I'll have Roger there in no time. Do you understand me young
lady?" she said.
Ooo
Daniel wore his cotton navy with white pin striping square necked blouse
and white pleated knee length skirt over to Jacob's. He carried his over
night bag with his makeup, change of clothing, nightie and toiletries.
When Mrs. Hawthorne opened the door, she looked as mean as ever.
"Oh, so you just had to see my sissy son again did you? Well, come on in
since you're here. Jacqueline is up in her room. I told Sam to leave
you two alone just like your Aunt demanded," she said gruffly.
Daniel hurried to Jacob's room hoping that he wouldn't meet Sam on the
way. He arrived safely at his door and knocked then went in. He was
surprised to see Jacob sitting at his vanity wearing just a bright red
half-slip with four inches of floral lace hemming. He was applying a
heavy coating of makeup. His auburn hair was tightly rolled in small
blue rollers and a brown hairnet held everything in place. Jacob
stopped what he was doing and turned to face Daniel with a big smile.
Daniel's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Jacob's chest.
Two firm elongated breasts with extremely large and thick nipples stood
proudly attached to his chest. Jacob saw where he was staring and
quickly brought his hands up to cover the mounds.
"Mot....Mother...errrr....she got me these just after your last visit.
The...they were actually smaller than these but....bu...but Sam wanted
them bigger. I....I don't know where she got the stuff but she...she
made them this big. Th...they're..."D" cups she told me," he mumbled as
tears formed at the corners of his eyes.
"Jacob I'm so sorry. The...they didn't look that big at the studio,"
Daniel replied still stunned.
"I wore a minimizer for ballet. It's sorta like an Ace bandage with cups
only much more elastic. It really mashes them down and it kinda hurts
wearing it. Sam really likes to make me stay bare chested when I'm at
home. Wants me to show off my assets she says. She also says that the
bull dykes really love big tittied girls with large nipples. They like
to stuff them up their pussies and ride 'em like dicks," he said breaking
out in tears.
"Gosh Jacob that sounds horrible!" Daniel said as he moved over to give
him a hug and kiss on the cheek. He didn't even realize what a girlish
move he had made. Between his lessons from Miss Harris and the female
hormones coursing through his veins, he was becoming very feminine.
"Where is she by the way? I didn't see her when I came in," he asked
still hugging Jacob.
"I...I don't really know....but...I know she is up to something rotten
and no good. Said something about fixing a special brew but that's all I
know," he replied still sobbing.
Daniel soon found out the answer to his question as Sam walked into the
room without knocking. "Good thing for you that you showed up. Now it's
time to have some fun so why don't you get out of those clothes," she
ordered.
"Look here Sam, you were told to keep away from us. Why don't you just
go away and let us be. If you don't I'll call your Mother," Daniel
replied.
"Well my darling little lesbo bitch I'll tell you why. Momma took a
couple of her sleeping pills and is now resting quietly. I doubt if you
could wake her with a bomb. So you had better do as you are told or I'll
make things a whole lot worse than they could be," she snorted.
"Why...why are you doing this to us? We never did anything to you,"
Daniel asked.
"Cause I feel like it bitch! Call it my revenge or whatever but don't
get me wrong, I can be a whole lot meaner. Men taught me that. They
taught me to be real mean. Now get those clothes off. I want to see
some lessie action," she snarled.
Daniel stared at her for a moment but seeing the crazy look in her eyes
decided stripping was better than arguing. As he was stepping out of his
skirt, he asked, "But why lesbians?"
"Because I want you to hate women as much as I do men! You two are
straight probably not a gay bone in your bodies and love girls. By
making you the sex toys of dominant bad ass women, you'll wind up hating
them. By the time I finish with you two, you'll hate all women as much
as I do men. Once I get you two knowing how to please a woman, I'm going
to set you up with a girl biker gang. You'll become their doxies. When
you're not servicing them, I'll have you doing the guys. Guys like that
Peter you are dating. Nice ones that you will suck and fuck to keep them
rather than go back to those biker chicks. Now hurry up I have a prize
for the two of you to share," she said venomously.
Once Daniel was naked, she walked over to him with one hand still behind
her back. "If I didn't know better I would believe that you were a real
girl," she said as she reached out and touched one of his nipples.
Daniel started to step back when she screamed, "Stand still! Spread
those legs, I want a better look."
Shaking in fear not wanting to piss her off anymore than she already was,
he did as told. Sam walked up almost nose to nose, when Daniels eyes
flew open in surprised shock. Sam stepped back laughing insanely,
pointing her finger at him.
"So how does it feel to have a big dick in your pussy bitch? From the
look on your face, I'd say delighted," she said laughing.
Daniel looked down to his groin and saw a large thick pink veined dick
sticking out of his vagina. He could feel it pressing on the inside
against his own hidden penis. "Wha....wha....," was all he could
stammer.
"Yeah, it's a double headed dick and you are going to play the double
hump backed camel with my darling sister right now. I want to see a lot
of action. Now move your ass over to Jacqueline, stick that into her
pussy and start humping. While you are standing face to face, I want you
to put a lot of tongue into it. Now move!" she screamed.
Daniel moved over to Jacob. To his surprise Jacob was standing nude, his
hair brushed out and made up like a harlot. He had a sad smile on his
face as Daniel approached. Daniel looked down as saw the rubber dick
bobbing up, down and side to side as he moved.
"How strange is this? I have what I always wanted between my legs but
now I am repulsed by it. She is sick, really sick and if I don't do what
she demands then no telling what she is liable to do to us," he thought.
They stood there face to face French kissing like there was no tomorrow
while trying to get into a rhythm as they humped one another. Daniel
despite the fear and humiliation was feeling strange almost like an out
of body experience. It was like he was standing off to the side watching
two pretty girls having intercourse. Watching them fuck was turning him
on. The pretty girl's lipstick covered mouth felt so good sliding across
his lips, the tingle of constant pleasure as the dildo slid along his own
covered penis and the warmth radiating out of his nipples as they rubbed
those of the pretty girl. These were the sensations he had always hoped
to have as a man with a woman but he was the other pretty girl. He tried
to imagine that he was in his male form enjoying the caresses but as soon
as the vision happened it would falter and fade. He was watching two
girls doing it, seeing a flash of pink as their hips parted and disappear
as they clashed back together again. He felt a heat build up between his
legs and a flash of sparks as he exploded in a feeling of well being and
pleasure. That feeling of pleasure rolled over him like the tide coming
in. As the final wave left him, Daniel opened his eyes and saw Jacob
staring back at him. He tried to step away and break the contact but
Sam's harsh command to stay froze him where he was.
"I want to try something so you two stand still. If either one of you
moves, I'm gong to beat the snot out of you," she said.
Daniel felt a sharp biting pain in his right nipple and then in his left.
He let out a gasp as the pain ripped through him as did Jacob. Looking
down he saw what Sam had done to them and got weak in the knees.
Hold steady. I just connected your nipples together with clamps. You
can shuffle over to the bed and I want Jacqueline on top. I want to see
some real action. Jacqueline, I want you to push up stretching those
clamps and titties out as far as you can. I want to hear loud moans and
shrieks of pleasure from the both of you. Yeah, smile like you are
enjoying it. I want a lot of video of you two lessies going at it with
relish. You don't do a convincing job and I'll pull your nipples right
off," she spat at them.
They were both dripping in sweat by the time Sam told them to stop. Sam
removed the nipple clamps and as she pulled away flicked Daniel's swollen
left nipple with her finger nail. "Not much there is there? Nothing
like my sissy sister's. Bet you would love to have nice big nipples like
her. Now wouldn't you," She hissed.
When he didn't respond, she slapped him hard across the face. "I didn't
hear you," she screamed.
"Yes, yes anything you say but please no more. I can't take anymore," he
replied.
"Let me hear you. Tell me exactly what you want," she said.
"I...I want big nipples like,,,,,like Jacqueline," he said as tears
filled his eyes.
"Good, I got that on tape. Let me see what I can do to help you," she
said with an evil smile.
Sam left them for a few moments and as they lay side by side panting in
exhaustion and pain, Jacob whispered, "I'm soooo sorry."
When Sam came back she told Jacob to get out of the bed but to keep the
dildo inside him. Daniel looked up at her with dazed eyes as she bent
over him. He felt another sharp pain in his nipples and guessed that she
had clamped them again. Then he screamed as it felt like a burning flame
had seared off first one then the other nipple. He passed out and
darkness over took him.
When he opened his eyes, Jacob was holding him. "I'm so sorry but I
couldn't do anything to stop her. I wanted to, I really did but I
couldn't he said.
"My....my nipples.....wha....what did she do to them?" he gasped.
"Just what she did to mine. She...she filled them with....I don't
know...something rubbery. Don't worry, the pain goes away quickly," he
replied softly.
Daniel forced himself up onto his elbows and looked down at his chest.
His nipples were at least an inch long and half and inch thick. They
throbbed and burned but the severe pain was gone.
"She's crazy! She can't do this! We have to call the police or
somebody
