05 November 2011

Daniel's Nightmare

by: Cheryl Lynn

"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
mousey 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
Hollywood, 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 Hollywood 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 femmie 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 wooden 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?  Shit!  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 wood 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! Shit!  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 shit," 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.

4 comments:

  1. I'm surprised he didn't try to escape? He had a chance to grab his clothes, and make a run for it, to be a guy, not a prissy feminine little girl, which he was forced too be!" Now it's perfume scented bubble baths, shaved or waxed off body hair too? All those pretty party dresses she'll be wearing! Man up you had your chance Sissy Bitch! Or pretty Woman" ha ha" Shirley T.

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  2. Daniel or Dana or Danielle " priceless and precious too! Rachel

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    1. That poor poor little boy or little girl? You make the call? Sherry! I'm voting for adorable little girl!

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    2. Yes Sherry, I also vote for" precious little girl, in a pretty party dress extremely short, quite feminine, girly too! Ruffle-trim panties,can be seen a lot underneath his or her dress? Sounds like fun, I give that a high five, or a sound spanking for not obeying you! Allison R.

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