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Characters:
All characters played by Miki Yamuri and Liljennie
John Berk 21yo fetish person
Neil Agosta 21yo Fetish person
Master Pyong - Master of The Way of the Little Girl
Scene: In John's living room showing off his stash of girl's clothes
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John Berk was a rather small and effeminate young man. He loved nothing more than to dress up in girl's clothes and pretend to be a little girl. He had a magnificent stash of girl's and women's clothes. He had found a friend, Neil Agosta, by accident one day. The 2 of them shared an identical fetish and were showing off all their clothes and trying on different things.
John held out a wonderfully lacy pair of soft cotton, teal colored panties for Neil to see. John said with pride, "I got those from Amanda ... she didn't even realize I had taken them."
"I hope she never finds out," said Neil, laughing. "That'd be hard to explain! But those are really pretty -- I love the color!" He paused a moment and asked, "What's your favorite pair of panties that you have?"
John smiles a broad and toothy smile as he reaches into his girl dresser and pulls out a wonderfully frilly pair of silk Powder puff panties. They were dazzlingly white silk with huge ruffles all over.
John says with pride, "I love these ... they're made of the finest silk and feel tingly when I have them on." He hands them to Neil for him to examine.
"Ohhhh these are so soft and smooth," said Neil, feeling the material. "Where in the world did you get these? I have some that are sort of like this, but the ruffles are nowhere near as frilly. Also they're blue, but these are white." He handed them back -- a bit reluctantly.
John stood up and took the powderpuff panties and grabbed a cute little babydoll dress that had soft white lace around the puffy sleeves. Neil didn't get a very good look at it before John had vanished into the bathroom and shut the door. When John returned, he had on the dress. It was very short and showed off the pantie's ruffles. He also had on a white lace pinafore that was tied in the back with a very large bow. On his feet he had a pair of shiny black straps and a pair of turn down lace top socks.
John giggles in a cute manner and says softly, "Do I look cute as a little girl?
Neil laughed -- John looked rather silly, thought part of him, but the other part was jealous. "You look adorable!" Neil said. "I only wish I had my things here so we could be little girls together."
John prances over to his girl dresser and pulls from it another pair of the powder puff panties and a large bundle from another drawer. He hands it to Neil and says in a cute voice as he slowly turned from side to side with his hands folded in front of him, "Now, bea goo little girl n go to tha potty n puts on ur clothes." he puts his index finger in his mouth and bats his eyelashes.
Neil felt that feeling come over him and giggled -- it was difficult for him not to. He didn't feel like he wished he could be a woman, nothing like that, but he wasn't sure what it was about little girl style clothes that made him feel so strange. He took the outfit into John's bathroom and started to change.
When he came out, he was all in green and white, the dress decorated with tiny red roses around the hem. These dresses weren't super little girlish, but they were the closest thing that were in fashion and available at stores currently.
"What do you think?" Neil asked John, striking a pose with his hands clasped in front of him earnestly.
John giggles as he reaches into a large round box that was about 2 feet tall. He pulled from it a cute little red colored wig with long curls made into ponytails. He hands it to Neil as he turns and opens a similar box next to it. From this box, he pulls another wig exactly the same except it was blond and begins to place it on his head. When he had finished, he twirls around several times before stopping in front of Neil and asking in a simi-cute voice, "Well? Hows u likes it?"
"It is ... hard to describe," Neil said. "I ... I don't know. I feel somehow right but ... wrong at the same time."
Neil really didn't know what to make of these feelings. But one thing was for sure -- he didn't want anybody to find out about them. Not unless they were, well, like him. Like John. It had been a chance coincidence, a glance while they had both been in the local Floor-Mart late at night, shopping in the women's and girl's sections when nobody was around but the malcontent teenage employees who didn't care. That had been almost a year ago. Now Neil was almost used to revealing this side of himself to John. Almost.
"I feel good and bad, right and wrong, broken but fixed," said Neil. "I don't know if that makes any sense."
John comes up close to Neil and takes him by the hand. He giggles softly as he pulls Neil along behind him into a room Neil had never been in before. To his utter astonishment, this was a play room any little girl would love. there were plushy toys every where. A 90 inch flat screen with a surround sound system and a large Xbox Live and PS3 gaming system. Every where Neil looked, there were dolls, toys, tricycles ... and his eyes came to rest on the tea set, complete with chairs, and large dolls all sitting neatly around a small beautifully decorated tea table.
"John!" said Neil in astonishment. "When did you get all of this! You never showed me this room before!" He looked around. "Wow ... it's like a dream come true ..."
John bends close and kisses Neil on his cheek. He says softly in his little girl voice, "This is my new play room. Since ur my playmate ... wanted u ta come n play wif me." He puts his index finger in his mouth and strikes a cute little girl pose as he lifts the hem of his dress ... showing off lots of ruffles in the process. Neil was astonished. John was far more involved in this lifestyle than he was! Neil was a bit nervous, but mostly he was intrigued.
He tried to use a little-girl voice, but he was sure he was nowhere near as good as John. "Oooo your playroom is soooo pwetty," he said. "Me can weally play innit wif you?"
John nods until his blond ponytails flew. The 2 of them settled into the play room. Time flew quickly by without either of them even noticing. Neil looks up and realizes it was almost 6pm ... and he had to get back to his apartment.
Neil gasps, "Oh ... it's gotten late!" John looks around to the clock and his eyes get large. He replies, The whole day disappeared. See? Told you that being a little girl is super fun. Let's go and change clothes and I'll show you a short cut home."
Neil changed back into his regular clothes ... a bit reluctantly. If only he didn't have to hide this side of himself! But the world being what it was, he did. So it was back to the nondescript jeans and college sweatshirt that he had been wearing when he'd come over.
He met John downstairs in John's living room and said, "OK, so there's a shortcut home?"
John replies, "Follow me ... and try not to get your panties dirty."
John laughs as he leads the way out the apartment and down the back stairs. Neil looks around at all the clothes hanging from almost every angle he could look at. They came to a long ally sort of place with female lingerie hanging from several long clothes lines drooped from the low hanging walkways right at shoulder level.
John says softly in wonder, "Neil ... look here at these." Neil turns in time to see John removing a pair of women's lacy bikini underpants.
"Hey, uh," said Neil, "should you be messing with those? What if they notice?"
John laughs, "I don't think so ... if we're quick. Grab what we want and run." John stuffs his new booty under his shirt and turns to look at Neil.
"But ... but ..." Neil gulped.
But then he saw something amazing ... a lovely white panty edged with pink lace -- and wait, was it plastic-lined? He'd never seen that before, but it intrigued him. Wasn't that something a baby would wear? But it was obviously adult sized. He looked around, saw nobody but John looking expectantly at him, then quickly snatched it from the clothesline, hid it under his sweatshirt and started walking as if nothing whatever were the matter.
The 2 men walked quickly around a corner and .... right into a rather small, but muscular man standing with his legs shoulder width apart and his arms crossed. The man's eyes narrowed as he looked the 2 young men over.
He says with an obvious accent, "The butterflies flitting from flower to flower. Are you intending on ... taking those?"
He points to the place the clothes were totally hidden under their shirts. The 2 young men gasp as their eyes grow large.
John frowns and says menacingly, "I have no idea what your talking about. We don't want any trouble ... so if you will excuse us ..."
The man side steps gracefully, once again blocking their path.
"Really, Sir, we don't mean any harm," said Neil, still not mentioning the unmentionables they had swiped.
"Of course," said the strange man. "But ... just think of the poor little girls who will now be unable to wear such pretty things, because you have taken them. Flowers ... without their petals."
Neil was already feeling twinges of remorse, but they now blossomed into full-blown guilt.
"'Little ...? This doesn't look like anything for little girls to me," said Neil. "It looks like, well, Chinatown."
"You see only the outside," said the small older man. "You will learn to see the inside. And be it, as well," he added, motioning them down a stone path through a garden and opening a large wooden door.
The door was decorated with metal plates -- they looked like brass -- engraved with scenes from nature, small rabbits and squirrels and chipmunks playing near a pond where ducklings and goslings were also playing in the water.
Inside was quite different. They walked into a room with a very pale pink carpet, almost white, and soft as a whisper. The room was very large and was not open to the outdoors -- it didn't even seem to have any windows -- but it was unclear how it was lit; perhaps the lighting was well hidden. There were more doors around the outside of the room, but on this side they were bright pastel colors, and the walls were decorated with a delicate floral pattern, adorned with paintings here and there.
The man turns and bows deeply, all the while looking the men directly in the eye. He says softly, "Now, if you would be so kind as to pick a room." he points to the many doors along the walls, "And ... get dressed like good little persons? Oh, and bring back the ... other things you have ... you won't be needing them any longer." He stands up and smiles deeply.
John wanders curiously over to a door that has the name Debbie written on it in beautiful old English Script. He opens the door, and his mouth falls open in surprise. As elaborately as his Little Girl Playroom had been, this was a Little Girl's heaven. He saw the huge walk in closet filled with the most beautiful assortments of frocks, jumpers, rompers, and most any other outfit he could dream of. He also saw a large chest of drawers ... with the top drawer slightly open. The lace that poked out was almost more than he could endure as he walked into the room, and the door silently shut behind him.
Neil looked at the doors until he saw a particular one whose sign said "Chrissie's Nursery" on it in letters that looked like pastel baby blocks. He couldn't look away. Why was this door so fascinating to him?
"If it speaks to you," said the old man, "you should answer. Go on."
Neil opened the door. Inside the room it was softly lit. There was a faint music in the air as if played by a music box. The floor was smooth but soft too, as if he were walking on a quilt. There was a rocking horse and what looked like a giant baby crib and other furniture, and hanging from the ceiling was a giant mobile that slowly rotated with the air currents. The walls were decorated with big happy cartoon animals. And there was a huge closet full of what looked like baby girls' clothes -- dresses with empire waistlines and short skirts, footed sleepers, jumper dresses, soft booties and socks, and bonnets.
John's mouth hangs open in total surprise as he wanders all through the huge walk in closet. Every dress and outfit type a little girl could ever dream of was there. He ruffled through all the drawers and felt the panties. He was literally shivering with excitement. He suddenly realizes he was so excited, he had slightly wet his pants as a wet spot formed.
John quickly chooses the soft white with blue rumba panties with the very large white ruffles and lace and a cute powder blue babydoll dress with puffy sleeves. As quickly as he could, he stripped down and tried on the panties. They fit perfectly. He shivers with joy as the soft satiny cloth rises up and caresses him between the legs. He is kind of surprised that he couldn't see the lump of his thingy ... he was kind of ... well you know ... he quickly forgot about that and wiggled into the adorable babydoll dress.
Meanwhile, Neil walked over to what looked like a dresser but had a soft mattress-like pad on top, printed with baby blocks and stuffed animals in pastel colors. He realized it was a changing table for babies, as it had shelves underneath full of thick cloth diapers, baby powder, baby lotion ... he wondered what was in the drawers.
Opening them, he found plastic panties of all kinds -- some were just translucent, some were pink, some were other pastel colors, and some ... some were like the pair he had stolen earlier, plastic inside but smooth satiny fabric on the outside, with frilly lace across the back and a large pink bow in the center. He gasped and picked them up.
Was he allowed to wear these? It was all right? He saw an open closet that contained what looked like dresses ... and some of them matched these panties exactly. But ... they were much too big for him. Unless ... he looked at the diapers. He couldn't believe he was thinking about this, but the panties were made to go over diapers. He picked up one of the cloth diapers and unfolded it, laying it flat on the changing table, then undressed and climbed on top of it.
Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice from the direction of the door saying, "Now, now, baby girls cannot take care of themselves. Do not worry, I will fix everything."
John just finishes pulling the dress down when he notices an older woman kneeling in front of him, pulling down on the very short hem of his dress.
She says softly, "A little girl needs a Nana to help her get dressed properly."
John felt a stab of fear and embarrassment rush all through him. The woman calmly took a long blond wig with curly ponytails and placed it on his head before he could react or protest. John felt the woman's skilled fingers arrange the wig quickly and fluffed the pony tails around his shoulders. He feels his scalp tingle strangely as the wig seemed to become part of his head.
She sits back on her knees and coos softly, "A pretty little girl you are."
She takes out a bottle of something and spritzes John around his neck. He gets chills as the mist settles on his bare skin. He can feel goose bumps rising all over his body at this point as the woman fixes his collar.
In the nursery room, Neil was startled as he looked up to see that a woman had entered, and embarrassed to realize that he was naked. He was too shocked to move. The woman was wearing what looked like a traditional Japanese kimono and glided toward him with small and light steps. He saw that she wore geta, solid wooden footwear that were also traditional Japanese attire. In her hair she wore an ornate headdress with many jewels, glass beads, and metal chimes that tinkled as she moved.
"No, no, baby, that will not do at all," said the woman, matter-of-factually and not sternly. "This is why babies need a Nanny to look after them."
She took the diaper out from under Neil, who unconsciously lifted up to free it. Then she took two more of the already-thick diapers, folded them expertly together, and slid them back under him -- he barely noticed that he lifted up again to allow this. She quickly and expertly spread cool and smooth baby lotion across the area that would soon be covered by this diaper -- Neil was frightened by this time, but then the image of those beautiful panties came to his mind and he realized that this was all part of being able to wear them.
His Nanny then sprinkled baby powder over the lotion, spreading it smoothly, and then quickly brought the diaper up, pinning it on either side with large pink-headed diaper pins. The diaper was Western despite the definite Asian theme of this building, wherever it was.
Then his Nanny -- when had he begun thinking of her as his Nanny, Neil wondered -- brought out the very pair of panties that he had been marveling at and guided it over his legs, over his thick diaper and into place, adjusting the elastic so the diaper was completely covered. Suddenly Neil realized that he was wearing those panties, just as he had wished in his heart, and he felt wonderful -- fulfilled and complete.
"Now you can sit up," said his Nanny, "but no need to try to stand. Babies do not walk very well." She brought him to a sitting position and walked to the closet. "Now we must find a dress for you."
The Woman leads John over to the poster bed at one side of the room. She helps him onto the bed.
She says softly as she pats his legs together, "Now, now, a little girl has to remember to keep her legs together so she doesn't show off her panties."
John feels a rush of embarrassment run through him as he closes his legs. The woman puts a pair of soft slipper like shoes on his feet and fastens the straps.
John says as his eyebrows rise at the sound of his voice, "Wh ... what's going on?"
The woman giggles softly as she replies, "Why, Nana's dressing her little girl and making her smell so pretty."
She holds out her hand for John's hand. He sits for a few seconds before taking ... Nana's hand. He feels a wonderful tingle rush all through him as he thought of her that way. The woman begins to lead John from the room.
She says softly, "Now, we meet everyone and begin the Special Training."
John gasps as he begins to try and wiggle free of the woman's hand. he is amazed at how strong she was. He could hear the mummer of voices as she escorted him into another room. He definitely didn't want a bunch of strangers see him dressed in girl's clothes.
Neil noticed that, although the woman who was taking care of him was definitely Asian and dressed in Asian trappings, probably Japanese, she was dressing him in very Western clothing -- although it was clothing for a baby girl. She chose an entire outfit for him that all went together with the plastic-lined panties that were over his thick diapers, and soon he was wearing a pink party dress with white lace and puffed sleeves, and frothy petticoats underneath it. She also soon had Neil's hair up in pigtails, though he hadn't thought it was long enough for this. And his feet were soon in lacy ankle socks and pink chunky Mary Jane shoes with squarish toes and flat soles.
Looking in a mirror quickly, he thought he saw a girl who couldn't be more than two years old, except that he knew it was his own reflection.
The woman quickly took his hand and said, "Now it is time for the Special Training. Come with Nana." He felt unsteady on his feet and waddled after her; it never occurred to him to resist. He could hear voices as they approached another door, but then his Nana opened it ...
John is escorted into a small room with much ornately carved mahogany wood work everywhere. The area he entered was round, with a raised dais in front. On the dais were 6 people sitting on thick pillows. They wore very long black robes outlined in gold. In the very center of the 6, was an empty pillow. From the rear, out of the heavy shadows, another individual ambles in and sits cross legged on the middle pillow. John recognized it as the little man that had brought them here. In the very center of the circular area, was a small table with 2 pillows across from each other. The air hung thick with wonderfully smelling incense as the light danced pleasantly all around from the many candles.
The Strange man says in a very mysterious voice, "My name is Master Pyong. I am the Master of the Way of the Little Girl. Your Nanas," He gestures towards the silently standing Nanas, "Are the absolute Mistresses of Little Girl. They will instruct you on the way you shall act for the rest of your lives. Welcome, you have been chosen to learn a lost art that only a very few chosen elite, such as yourself, have ever learned."
Neil asked, "Wait -- rest of our lives? How can we live like this?"
This earned him a swift swat with his Nana's fancy folded fan on the rear of his diaper. He didn't feel it at all, but it was loud in the quiet room, and she had raised his dress and petticoats to reveal his diaper in order to do it, revealing them for all to see.
"Here you are a toddler girl," said Neil's Nana, "and you will speak as such." Her face softened into a smile. "Besides, wouldn't it feel more ... comfortable if you just let yourself go?"
Neil had been feeling just wonderful in the outfit he was wearing, although the very short dress and multiple petticoats swished when he moved, and the thick diaper underneath impeded his walking. But then he realized that these were part of it, part of who he was presenting himself to be -- part of who he was now. It was so tempting, the thought of being like this forever. Was it really possible?
"Yes Nana," he said, "I be good girl."
Perhaps it was possible for now, at least. He waddled to the table in the center of the room and took a seat on one of the pillows, moving deliberately awkwardly because it was expected. Behind his back, where he could not see, Master Pyong smiled slightly and nodded silently in approval.
John's mouth fell open as he heard Master Pyong. John gasps out, "I ... have a life .. a job ..."
His protests were cut short by a sharp slap across his bare thigh.
The Nana shakes her finger at John and says softly, "Little girls don't talk back to their elders like that. They have respect. You have no other life from now on, except being a little girl who is just starting potty training. As my sister said to your friend, it will make the transformation feel a lot better if you just relax and let yourself go."
John shakes his head as he rubs his sore thigh. Small tears welled up in his eyes unbidden. The swat wasn't hard, and really didn't hurt ... but some how he just had to whimper over it some. He thought about how long he had dreamed of being a little girl and dressing as one all these years ... he shrugs slightly and toddles over to the other pillow and sits. Nana is there immediately to show him how to tuck his legs so that he doesn't show off his panties too terribly much. As short as the dress was, this only helped a little bit. Master Pyong watched all of this transpire and nodded with approval.
Out of the shadows to John's right, came a very beautiful young woman dressed in an almost transparent silk romper. She carried a large golden platter with an ornate porcelain tea pot and 2 cups. There were several decorated porcelain containers with lids, and several long, but small spoons. Next to the spoons, lay several small knives and something that looked like a tea ball. The young woman places the platter on the table and stands.
Master Pyong says softly, "Thank you Samantha, you may go and enjoy more of your Love training."
She puts her palms together as if she were praying and bows deeply. She says in a very soft and musical voice, "Yes Master .... thank you very much." She rises and gracefully leaves in the most feminine walk the 2 of them had seen.
( Story Continues Very Next Post )
