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They went shopping the very next day, since Archie was meeting Patrick again the following Tuesday evening. If Archie had ever felt any embarrassment at dressing as a girl, it seemed to have evaporated, and now he was intent only on impressing his new friend. Sinead drove them all to the shops.
âWhat sort of thing have you got in mind, Archie?â she asked.
âI dunno. I dunno what there is, really. And I never look at what girls are wearing, particâlarly.â
âMaybe something a little more grown up?â
âPatrickâs what, a year older than you? Two?â
âTwo, yeah. What I wore yesterday werenât particâlarly cool, but he seemed to like it.â
âWhen are you meeting him exactly?â
âAfter school Tuesday.â
âAfter school?â
âYeahâŠ.shit!â
âYes. School uniform. Youâre going to need a girlâs uniform.â
âBut then howâŠâ
âYouâll have to go to school as a girl!â screamed Sarah.
âYouâll have to wait for everyone to leave and then change â and hope no-one sees you.â
âToo risky,â said Patricia. âLook â all you need is a skirt and white socks, right. After lessons go to the toilets, put the socks on under your trousers, put the skirt over your trousers but hold it up round your waist, then all you have to do is find somewhere to take off your trousers, right?â
âHeâs gonna need panties, too,â put in Sarah, matter-of-factly. Pretty pink panties, with bows and stuff, in case Patrick gets a flashâŠâ
âDonât worry, Archie. He wonât see them,â reassured Patricia. âBut yes, youâll need panties, all right.â
âIâve got some already for Irish dancingâŠâ
âWeâll get you nicer ones than those,â smiled Sinead. âWhere are you meeting him?â
âIn a restaurantâŠLuigiâsâŠâ
âWhoâll be there first?â
âOh â me. Heâs got to come from out of townâŠâ
âOkay. If heâs not there, go into the toilet and change. Sorted.â
âYeah, great! Perfecâ! But I can still have some new casual clothes, right?â
âYes, of course,â said Sinead. âIâm thinking of one cool outfit, with black leggings and ankle boots and a ripped Goth T-shirt and a little leather jacket. Very cool with some black lipstick and eyeliner. And then something more youthful, like a short cotton dress with ankle socks, maybe, andâŠâ
âWhat? Iâm not sure about thatâŠâ
âWell, you donât know what his tastes are yet? And in any case, dressing young will be good practice for Saturday!â
âOh, shut up, sis! Did you have to mention that?â
âOoh, Iâd almost forgotten!â cried Sarah. âDo you know we saw Millie and her mum out shopping for baby clothes?â
âWe donât know that, Sarah,â said Patricia.
âI bet they wereâŠprobably nappies and bibs and plastic pantsâŠâ
âShut up!â
âShh, you two. Look, weâre here. Letâs work together, shall we?â
They spent all the morning buying stuff. As Sarah said, it was even more fun than buying for themselves. Archie was in and out of the changing room so many times he lost count. But at last they were satisfied, and repaired to the store cafĂ© for lunch. They reviewed their purchases. Apart from the casual - a pair of girlâs jeans and a few girlâs T-shirts - they had ended up with four distinct outfits, which could roughly be classified as cool, cute, and juvenile. For cool there was the Goth, for juvenile the little girl â pretty summer dress, white tights, sequin bomber jacket, crisp hair ribbons â and for plain cute a couple of things in between, cute but elegant at the same time, things a thirteen-year-old girl would be comfortable wearing.
Surprisingly, Archie had seemed to favour the party dress end of the âcute but elegantâ spectrum rather than the casual end. His eyes sparkled when he saw some of the lovely glittery things on the rack, and the girls looked at each other with raised eyebrows as he fondled the various textures.
âOoh, sis⊠Feel this velvet⊠Itâs so soft, but stretchy too. Do you fink I have the figure to wear somefing like thatâŠ?
âYouâve got a great figure, Archie. You could wear any of those.â
âReally? You reckon? Do you finkâŠI mean, do you thinkâŠPatrick would like me in thatâŠ?â
âYouâd be irresistible! But itâs quite posh. I mean, itâs a party dress really. Have it if you want, but youâll need something a bit more casual too, but different from your first outfit. What about⊠What about something like thatâŠâ
She pointed at a display opposite; a short flared black faux-leather skirt paired with a shiny red stretch satin crop top with a high neck and long sleeves.
âWe could get you some black stockings and red panties to go with thatâŠâ
âAnd maybe some shoes with a heel?â suggested Patricia. âA low heel. But he should start learning to wear heels, donât you think?â
âItâs quite, wellâŠsexyâŠâ said Sarah.
âExactly,â said her sister. âPatrick will love it, wonât he? If he doesnât, heâs not the boy youâve described to me.â
Sarah laughed. âYouâre right. If he fancied Archie in his Irish dancing costumeâŠâ
âThen heâs going to love him in this!â
Archie blushed slightly looking at the ensemble. The thought of merely putting it on gave him butterflies. Imagine wearing it out! Imagine Patrickâs faceâŠ
âButâŠcan I have the party dress too? The blue velvety one? Itâs so prettyâŠâ
âGosh, Archie, youâre really into it, arenât you,â grinned Sarah. âFashion, I mean,â she added, not wishing to break the spell. âYouâve got great taste.â
âI think we did really well,â said Patricia, taking a sip of coffee. âArchie? Are you happy with your purchases?â
âYeah. I love all of them. But donât tell Conor, will you? I donât want âim tryinâ to outdo me someâowâŠâ
âDonât worry, we wonât,â grinned Sarah. âBy the way, you wonât have to compete with him at Irish dancing any more. Youâre getting new summer costumes and their both the same â just different colours.â
âReally? What are they?â
âYouâll see. Itâs a surprise⊠Guys? Can we go? I want to get home so we can get Archie to try on all his new duds againâŠâ
Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 16, 2024, 04:50:32 AM »
MĂ©lisande had got all she wanted â for the time being at least â and in response to Bobbyâs pleas, graciously consented to his changing into his jeans and T-shirt, and accompanied him upstairs heaping praises on him, tongue in cheek, for his service to her mother. Clarissa strolled outside into the sunlight to admire her newly-polished boots. He really had done an awfully good job, once he was allowed to work without distraction. And not only was he a talented boot boy, but he clearly loved his work.
âItâs an unusual occupation for a teenage boy,â she mused, âbut I guess itâs what he does.â She lit a cigarette. âBetter call Nicole, I suppose.â
She was about to dial Nicoleâs number when MĂ©lisande joined her in the garden.
âMummy?â
âYes, dear?â
âSo⊠What did you think?â
âAboutâŠ?â
âYou know. Everything.â
Clarissa laughed. âOkay. Heâs sweet, his little outfitâs super cute, and heâs a great boot boy. What else can I say?â
âDo you like him?âŠâ
âYes⊠Yes, I do. He comes over as a really nice guy. And heâs respectful to you, which is the most important thing as far as Iâm concerned. Having seen his new outfit I was surprised he agreed to show it off to me like that, just because you asked him to.â
MĂ©lisande assumed her most innocent expression. âWell, mummy, after the accident anâ all, weâre good friends now. I think heâd do anything for me, actually.â
âThatâs so nice, darlingâŠâ
âSoâŠâ
âYes?â
âThis training⊠Well, Saturday afternoon by itself plus and evening or two⊠Itâs not enough.â
âSoâŠwhat are you saying?â
âI need him for the whole weekend. At least. If Iâm going to have him properly ready.â
âOh. Well, I was about to ring Nicole. I can ask her if she can spare him for longer at the weekend. And then Iâd have to clear it with Miss PooleâŠâ
âNo, I donât mean like that. I mean he stays with us for the whole weekend. I can ride him both days as long as I like, and he can help out in the house, and all your boots will be super smart, andâŠâ
âWell, this weekendâŠâ
âNo, mummy. Every weekend.
âOh... I seeâŠâ
âHeâd help out round the house, and heâd bring me home on Fridays and take me to school Monday mornings. Then you could go and see your friends at the weekend and he would be there to babysit. You wouldnât have to pay a babysitter any more. And you said yourself you like himâŠâ
âGoodness, I didnât realise you were that close⊠What about your friends? You normally see a lot of them at the weekendâŠâ
âBobby likes them too. We had such fun when we all went out together the other day. They can come here and play, or we could all go out together sometimes⊠Please, mummyâŠâ
âWell, I donât have any objection in principle⊠Look, let me ring Nicole. Go and talk to Bobby about it and see if he agrees. Okay?â
âThanks, mummy!â
âNothingâs agreed yet, MellieâŠâ
But she was gone.
âWell, well⊠Nicole? Hi. Yes, heâs fine. But I need to run a couple of things past you.â She took a breath. âFirst⊠I donât know how to say this⊠That little outfit⊠Yes, and sexy. Which is what he got wearing it. And I â unforgivably â IâŠ. I took advantage. Do you know what Iâm saying? He was down there, working on my boots⊠I had my foot on it⊠It! You know what I mean! I didnât really mean to, but⊠He started getting all hot and bothered⊠I could feel it pressing against my foot⊠All I did was to press back a little. I mean, what would you have done? If Iâd stopped it wouldnât have been fair to him⊠Look, I know it was wrong of me⊠Wait... Are you laughing at me? You bitch! Iâve been eaten up with guilt⊠Oh, really? No-one can resist? I believe you. Please stop laughing. I have to ask you something else⊠Are you listening? Right. Yes, good. Listen. MĂ©lisande has asked me⊠She wants him to stay with us every weekend, so she will have two full days every week to train him. Now I know you wonât agree, but⊠You would? Me? I have no problem at all. Heâs a sweet guy, MĂ©lisande seems to love him, and he seems highly responsible. She wants him to be her babysitter as well as her mount⊠Yes, hilarious! Really? So⊠Ah yes, his exams⊠Three weeks⊠Fine by me. Iâll have to ask him, of course⊠Youâre sure heâll agree? Okay⊠If he helps in the house of course Iâll pay him, and⊠What? A maid? Are you seriousâŠ?â There was even more too Bobby than sheâd already seen, apparently. âClare? Whoâs⊠Oh, I see⊠What do you mean, sheâll see the joke? But sheâll release himâŠ? Yes, Iâll be responsible for himâŠof course I will. But the maidâs costumeâŠ? Oh, Nicole, that would be so great! My mother used to have a maid, and Iâve always wanted⊠No, of course she wasnât a boy-maid! Truthfully, that appeals to me even more. Especially a Bobby maid! What? Bobby with an âiâ. Oh, yes, that makes sense⊠MĂ©lisande? Oh, I donât suppose sheâll mind. Heâll be my maid, anyway. My maid and my boot boy. She has Bobby the pony. Okay. Gotta go. Theyâre here. Speak soonâŠâ
She turned and smiled. She stared at Bobby with even more wonderment than before.
âDid you ask, mummy?â
âYes⊠Bobby? MĂ©lisande was wonderingâŠâ
âHe knows. I told him.â
âAhâŠright. So how do you feel about itâŠ?â
âThank you, Mrs Burlington.â He had a slightly queasy smile on his face, and Clarissa noticed MĂ©lisande was holding him quite firmly by the wrist. âO-Of course Iâd love to stay with you at weekends, if itâs not too much troubleâŠâ
âTrouble? Weâd love to have you. Your aunt is happy for you do your training here. We have a large field, as you can seeâŠâ
âAnd even two loose-boxes!â put in MĂ©lisande.
âYes⊠She says you can start in three weeks, once your exams are finished. Would that be all right?â
âYes, miss,â he said, quietly.
âYippee! Thanks, mummy!â cried MĂ©lisande. âBobby, weâre going to have such fun! And Iâm going to make you into the bestest dressage pony ever!â
And they both smiled simpering smiles at him. The butterflies in his tummy turned into a whirlwind of flapping wings. It wasnât the exams â they were the last things on his mind. No. Sunday week, Diana Murchisonâs sixtieth. He really didnât trust that woman. And in three weeks, permanent weekend servitude, and goodness knows what humiliations at the hands of his two new mistressesâŠ
Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 15, 2024, 11:41:28 AM »
âSo how would you like to do this?â
He was kneeling with his knees slightly apart.
âWellâŠâ
âI guess I should put my foot here, right?â
She placed her heel of her right boot between his open thighs, pinning the red duster to the floor, turned her foot slightly to the right, and lowered the sole of her boot gently down onto the place where she knew his coc-k was lying! He gasped, and looked up at her, wide-eyed.
âIs that good?â
âY-yes, Mrs Burlington⊠Th-thatâsâŠfineâŠâ
Hands trembling, he opened the tin of wax, collected a little on one end of the brush, and began to apply it to the leather, working from the toe upwards in little circular movements. She could feel his coc-k under the sole of her boot, firm and resilient like a well-filled sausage. She applied the slightest pressure. It responded by stiffening slightly. Bobby gulped and dropped the brush.
âSorry, missâŠâ
âNo problemâŠâ She smiled. She loved that âmissâ.
She left him alone for a while, allowing him to work on her foot and ankle. Then she began again, applying gentle, regular pressure, but so discreetly that MĂ©lisande had no inkling of what was going on, until she was massaging it with the leather sole of her boot in a slow, steady rhythm. She was shocked at herself â she couldnât ever have imagined doing such a thing - but Bobby clearly needed relief, and besides, it was amusing watching him trying to work under such distracting conditions. She giggled. He seemed slowly to be losing concentration.
âHey!â cried MĂ©lisande. âLook â you missed that bit! And donât forget the back!â
âI think Bobbyâs got enough on his plate doing the front of my boots, dear. When he done that, Iâll stand up and he can wax the backs ready for polishing.â
âOkay, mummy.â
âWhy donât you take a video from the side? Rest your phone on one of the dining-chairs!â
âOkay!â
That ploy removed her from the immediate vicinity, and allowed Clarissa to pursue her goal with more vigour. He still hadnât reached her knee, but he was already in a state. Now, every time she applied pressure, there was the faintest squelch, and she could feel his coc-k sliding about in his pants. His cheeks were flushed, his mouth open, his eyes kept closing, and he was breathing erratically. She thought she could imagine what he must be feeling. Realising he was very close to a climax, she leant forward and whispered in his ear.
âLet go, darling. Just donât let MĂ©lisande cotton on, okay?â
He looked at her desperately, and nodded. She smiled, patted his cheek, and rocked her foot back and forth a couple of times, rolling his coc-k against his thigh. He made a choking sound, and despite trying not to, cried out.
âAAhhh!â
âWhatâs up with him?â asked MĂ©lisande, startled, beginning to rise from behind the chair where she was kneeling.
âStay there, Mellie! Keep filming please. Heâs got cramp, thatâs all.â
âOh.â
âHe may have to go for a walk around shortly.â
But not quite yet, she thought. She stopped massaging and applied firm, steady pressure. He bit his lip, shut his eyes tight, and then she could feel his coc-k pumping powerfully under her foot. His c-um burst out of the leg band of his pants, soaking the red cloth. Quickly - perhaps even before his orgasm had completely subsided - she had gathered it up, mopped his thigh, and thrust it into his hand.
âBobby,â she hissed. âAre you okay? Yes? Go clean yourself up - quick - before she notices.â
He staggered to his feet and headed for the door.
âWhereâs he going, mummy?â
âHe needs to move about. Cramp can be very painful. And he needs the toilet.â
âOh. Right. Well I didnât think he was doing a great job, anyway. He kept missing bits.â
âMaybe heâs having an off-day. Anyway, Iâm not letting him off. Iâll make him finish the job as soon as he comes back. Now, shall we have a break and a snack? Oh, and send me that video, please. And delete it from your phone. No complaints. Itâs private and I need to report his performance to his aunt.â
As she ate her crispbread, celery and taramasalata â a thirties, unattached woman has to watch her figure â Clarissa reviewed the events of the afternoon. She was shocked at herself, and a little guilty of having perpetrated such an act in the presence of her daughter. But sheâd been excited â in fact she was still feeling excited and a little frustrated. Never mind. She had the means to relieve that in the drawer of her bedside cabinet, while she reviewed the videos. She needed to speak frankly to Nicole, that was for sure, not least to confess and seek absolution â though she didnât expect it to be withheld, by a woman who was prepared to present her nephew in such a provocative outfit, not to mention transforming him into a rubber pony at weekends!
Bobby returned after fifteen minutes, looking a lot more relaxed, clean and smelling of peach-scented talc.
âYou have to finish mummyâs boots!â cried MĂ©lisande, frowning. âYou havenât done a very good job up to nowâŠâ
âIâm sorry, Mellie. I had such terrible, er, cramp⊠But Iâm better now.â He turned to her mother, blushing, and unable to look her in the eye..
âMrs Burlington, may I please continue waxing your boots? Iâm sorry I had to stopâŠâ
âOf course, Bobby! Letâs repair to the lounge. MĂ©lisande was not satisfied with your technique, for some reason, so sheâll want to video you again, no doubt, to make sure I can give a good report to your aunt.â
âYes, I will,â said MĂ©lisande, severely. âTry and concentrate this time, boot boy!â
âYes, MĂ©lisandeâŠâ
This time there were no distractions. Bobby waxed the fronts, then Clarissa stood for him to wax the backs. (He had to be very careful when he reached the thigh flaps, where the seams of her black stockings disappeared up into her miniskirt, but he bit his lip and thought of England and just about made it.) Then he polished them from the tops to the toes till they gleamed, and cleaned the slim heels with wipes. MĂ©lisande was so happy she took several photos of her glamorous mother, plus a full-length one of Bobby in an unguarded moment, smiling and relaxed, a polishing cloth in one hand, the other unconsciously checking what she referred to as his âboy-thingâ for any signs of tumescence. She surreptitiously emailed it to herself, as possible future blackmail material, certain that her mother would delete it. (Which she did, but only after also sending it to herself.)
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 15, 2024, 10:53:34 AM »
Clarissa had changed into a miniskirt, black stockings, and high-heeled thigh boots. She had worn them that day MĂ©lisande had first sat on Bobbyâs back. They looked expensive, and they were. They were made of the finest kid leather, so soft that it actually stretched a little as they were zipped up at the back. She took her seat on the sofa beside her daughter.
âWeâre ready, Bobby!â cried MĂ©lisande. âYou may enter.â
No response. âWeâre ready⊠Donât be shyâŠâ
He entered assuming as well as he could a casual expression â though Clarissa could see in his flushed cheeks and trembling lip that he was feeling far from relaxed â and immediately understood why. His uniform was nothing like she had expected. Her mouth fell open, her eyes widened â but to her credit, before he could notice, she translated her appearance into one of delighted surprise. As he performed a slightly clumsy rotation, she leant forward and clapped her hands.
âNext on the catwalk, âBobby Tucker! Go, Bobby!â
MĂ©lisande stole a sidelong glance at her mother, noted her surprise, and smiled with satisfaction. Now she was in on his secret too.
âWalk up and down a few times more, Bobby. Go on. And come closer. My mum wants to see everything.â
But Clarissa could already see everything. Cynthia had made his pants from a new type of latex, fine and light but also strong, and resistant to snagging. It could be relied upon not to split or tear, even when stretched to the limit. She tried to appear unflustered, but couldnât help staring at the vision of this great big boy in such a juvenile outfit. âSurely heâs not going to wear that for work,â she said to herself. âHeâll cause a sensationâŠâ
But she was getting the picture. She could see he was possessed by a deep-seated deference towards women, almost an adoration, that gave them tremendous power over him â a power that his aunt and her friends had been unable to ignore. They had succ-umbed to the temptation to exploit that power, and once they had taken that path one thing led to another, andâŠand here he was. A boot boy, a little rubber-clad pony that even her daughter could control with easeâŠand goodness knows what else. She sighed. How could she criticise them? She too found him fascinating - cuteness personified. She casually picked up her phone and took a few snaps. Well, why shouldnât she? If he liked showing off so much, then she should entertain his vanity. She found herself looking forward to having him at her feet attending to her boots.
âNow put on your jacket. See, mummy, his jacketâs made of latex too. It suits him, doesnât it?â
âIt looks perfect on himâŠâ
The little jacket came down just to his hips. Bobby was fumbling with the drawstring.
âCome here - Iâll do it for you,â said Clarissa.
He came over and stood in front of her. She took a deep breath, and, doing her best to ignore the flattened bulge lying in the yellow compartment of his pants, she tied the drawstring in a bow, the acorn pulls hanging down in front. She sent him back onto the catwalk and exhaled with relief. He started parading up and down again, but to his distress he found that, at each step, the rubber pulls, which were hanging level with his crotch, bounced against the front of his pants. It was as if they were insistently tapping at his flaccid coc-k, gently encouraging it to wake up. He actually imagined for a moment that Cynthia must have cut the drawstring to a calculated length, to produce just such an effect!
Feeling an increasing tightness in his pants, he stopped. âI-I should probably attend to your mumâs bootsâŠâ
âIn a minute. Mummy wants a video, and so do I. Keep walking, please.â
It was his worst public humiliation nightmare playing itself out. He could feel his coc-k slowly swelling and lengthening under the regular kiss of the rubber pulls. Though his jacket prevented him from seeing it, his unruly member was inching sideways under the taut yellow latex, across the top of his left thigh, as if seeking the little âBâ logo in its blue heart. He was beginning to panic. âNo⊠Please⊠Not in front of Mrs Burlington! Whatever will she think of me?â
Fortunately MĂ©lisande hadnât noticed his discomfort, being more interested in her motherâs reaction to Bobbyâs embarrassment. But Clarissa could see exactly what was going on, and knew that, with her innocent daughter sitting next to her, she needed to take immediate action. Just as Bobby was contemplating a rush to the door, on the excuse he needed the toilet, she intervened â though strangely she kept filming.
âBobby, I think thatâs enough. Yes, please come and show me your expertise now. Mellie darling? Could you fetch my cleaning kit from the laundry room, please?â
âYes mummy!â And she dashed out.
Bobby, with a sigh of relief, turned towards Clarissa and was about to sink to his knees when she stopped him. She was still holding her phone in her lap, pointed at him. But of course she wouldnât still have been filmingâŠ
âJust a minute, Bobby. Better take off your jacket first.â
In his delight at his reprieve he quite forgot about his tumescent state. âOh, yes, of course.â
He stood before her, fumbling with the drawstrings again, got them tangled, finally separated them, and pulled down the zip, which then got stuck at the bottom. Wearing latex gloves wasnât the ideal aid to fine motor skills!
âDo you need some help?â said Clarissa, in an offhand tone, staring roughly in the direction of the zip-pull and making to move to offer any.
âNo, thank you, Mrs Burlington. I have to learn to do this myself.â
âYesâŠyou shouldâŠâ she murmured, distractedly, registering that the head of his pen-is had now actually attained its goal and reached the blue heart. She took a deep breath, and checked her phone to make sure it was still recording.
âGot it, mummy!â
With a sudden burst of energy, Clarissa rose, put her hands on Bobbyâs shoulders, and brought him to his knees.
âThere, Bobby. Time to do my boots. Here, Iâll do that for you.â She undid the zip. âMellie darling? Just put that down here. Could you stand behind Bobby and help him off with his jacket, thereâs a dear? Thatâs it. Thank you⊠Oh, and get me a drink of water, would you? Thereâs a good girlâŠâ
She unzipped the little fabric case MĂ©lisande had brought her, pulled out a large red duster, and spread it over Bobbyâs knees, effectively hiding his erection. She tucked it into the top of his pants to keep it in place.
âThere. Now all youâll need is this soft brush, this leather dressing, and a soft cloth for polishing. Mellie tells me you were trained by your aunt⊠Oh, thank you, dear. Sit down. Bobbyâs about to demonstrate his boot-cleaning skills.â
She took a sip of water, put the glass on the side table, and smiled encouragingly.
âYes, Mrs Burlington. She has lots and lots of bootsâŠâ
âReally?â
âShe has some beautiful ones, and I keep them all nice and shiny for her. Leather ones, and lovely soft rubber ones, andâŠâ
âYou sound quite enthusiasticâŠâ
âOh, wellâŠyou knowâŠâ He flushed. He had rather given himself away.
Clarissa looked at him with interest. He certainly did love boots, no doubt about that. So if he wanted to indulge his passion, then it was only right he should be appropriately dressed. And what could be more appropriate than a lovely little rubber outfit like this? An unattached boy of that age needed to find an outlet for his pent-up energies somehow, and this pursuit seemed to offer it, while also providing a little harmless amusement for his friendsâŠ
Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on May 15, 2024, 10:46:04 AM »
After supper, during which MĂ©lisande for the most part preserved a sulky silence, she left the table and went straight upstairs.
âWhatâs up with Mellie?â asked Clarissa. âShe wonât tell me. Never mind, the fashion show should cheer her up.â
Bobby didnât respond, but followed her up to her room. He felt slightly guilty, but sulking meant she had been defeated, so relief trumped any other feelings.
Her door was open.
âWhatâs up, Mellie?â
âYou know whatâs up. Anyway, leave me alone. Iâm going to play with my dolls.â And she knelt down by a big dollsâ house in the corner.
âOkay. Iâll play games on my phone, then.â And he sat on the bed.
And for a while they ignored each other. MĂ©lisande eventually broke the silence.
âBobby? This door in my dollsâ house wonât open. Itâs stuck, I think.â
âHere, Iâll do it.â He put his phone down and came over. MĂ©lisande stood up so he could kneel down to attend to it. He pushed at it with his finger.
âThis one? Itâs fine. Itâs not stuck⊠Mellie?â
He looked round, but she had disappeared. He rose to his feet. âMellie? Where are you?â
Then he noticed his phone was gone.
âMellie?â
He ran out of the room.
âIâm in here,â said a voice from the adjacent bathroom.
âDid you take my phone?â
âYes. Iâm just writing a text to Charlotte.â
âWhat? On my phone?â
âYes. Itâs from you. Shall I read it?â
âYouâŠâ
âHi Charlotte. Iâm writing this in Mellieâs bathroom. It was really nice to go out with you the other day. Iâm sorry you werenât allowed to come tonight. Would you like to meet up? Maybe Sunday? We could go skating or something. But please donât tell Mellie in case she gets jealous.â
âDonât you dare!â
âHow many kisses shall I put? I was thinking three would be enoughâŠâ
âDonât you dare mess with my phone! Open the door and come out at once!â
âIâve put three. Now Iâm going to send it. And then Iâm going to wait for the reply.â
âDonât, please! Mellie! PleaseâŠ!â
âGo put your uniform on then, and wait for me downstairs. You have five minutes and then Iâm sending this. Everything. Gloves, choker, everything. And carry your jacket. Mummy will want to see that too.â
âButâŠâ
âBetter hurryâŠâ
Five minutes was up when he returned to the bathroom door in a panic.
âIâve got it all on but I canât fasten the choker in these gloves! Please give me a few more seconds!â
The door opened and she came out holding his phone. He was trembling and flushed. The sight of him in his taut little hot pants was almost too much, but by clenching her teeth as hard as she could she somehow contained the desire to collapse in a fit of giggles.
âAll right. Remember, I only have to touch this and that text gets sent. So you have a short extension.â
After a lot of fumbling he got it fastened.
âGood straighten your socks and your cap. Do up that shoe! And tuck your shirt in neatly, please. Right. Now get your coat and go downstairs. Wait outside the lounge door. Remember Iâll have your phone with me the whole time. If you donât do exactly what I or mummy tell you to, my finger might slip, and thenâŠâ
âI will, though! I promise!â
âRight, When I say âenterâ, walk in with you jacket slung over your shoulder, smile, and do a slow twirl, so mummy can get a proper look. Okay?â
âYes, MĂ©lisande. I understand. Please be careful with my phone.â
She slipped in and closed the door behind her.
âMummy? Bobbyâs ready.â
âIâm just making myself a coffee. Iâll be right there. Ooh, this is so exciting. Would you like something too?â
âPlease. Raspberry juice box.â
âComing up!â
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