Ace, Yes thats what I thought. Sadly I think If something similar happens here it will be the end. I am very grateful for the few that contribute here and check most days for new content but that also looks like its diminishing which is a great shame. I have been a member here for many years, contributing more to Betty's Pub. Unfortunately I am no story writer but appreciate those who are.     

Sorry not a story but a question. Can anyone access Betty's Pub any more. I just keep getting error messages?

As Peter and Clare worked on their crotches became itchy with being wet and damp, they could not stop themselves from rubbing them. They also rubbed their bottoms unfortunately their dirty hand from shovelling manure meant that their yellow jodhpurs had dirty manure marks around Clare and Peter crotches and bottom where their incontinence padding was in the special knickers.                                                    At that moment Baroness Silly de Filly turned up she said well girls looks like you have been working hard my your Jodhpurs do look very dirty know I am going to check whether you have wet yourselves she un locked Peters rear zip unzipped the blouse and the  put her hand down Peter Jodphurs and into his special knickers well they are very wet and damp looks from your Jodhpurs that your pussy has become very itchy I give you something to itch about she took a small packet and emptied it into Peters incontinence pants she did the same procedure to Clare. Baroness then said after zipping the girls blouse and securing it so the girls could not get in to their Jodhpurs the packet contained itching powder this should keep you busy but I still need you to move all this horse manure unless you want to be spanked. As Peter and Clare continued to work the itchy feeling got worse and eventually the rubbed their crotches in a frenzy to the extent that they started to get turned on by all the rubbing even through their hairy vaginas felt like they were of fire they were both making moaning noise though there gags then suddenly Peter felt the urge to do a number two he ran to the nearest toilet at the same time Clare needed a poo. They both entered the toilets Peter and Clare tried to pull down their jodhpurs in desperation even though it was impossible then Clare tried to help Peter pull his Jodhpurs down but to no avail Peter desperately tied to help Clare then Clare let out a loud fart type noise her face went red as she shits herself moment later the same thing happened to Peter. Both of them burst in to tears the only saving grace was Peter and Clare did not smell as if they had popped themselves in their special knicker as the smell of the horse manure masked their dirty knickers. They left the toilets gingerly as not to spread the poo in their knickers as they got back to work it felt very uncomfortable but they were able to continue to shovel the manure Baroness Silly de Filly came over again she could she from the way Peter and Clare that they had shit their knickers than she had a wicked idea she walk over to Peter and gave him a Hugh slap on his bottom which meant that the poo in his knicker spread like butter she did the same to Clare say well done keep up the good work and I will give you and hours riding lesson if you fail you will get spanked and stay in your riding gear all night without a change of your knickers.  Clare and Peter doubled their efforts to clear all the manure they found it really uncomfortable with their special knicker soiled but they worked hard and completed the task. So, when Baroness silly de filly came back, she was happy well-done girls know I will give you a riding lesson I think we will change your jodhpurs and top so you look good for riding. Peter said please Baroness will you change are special knickers as they are really dirty “I don’t think so poppet that is done later you should not have messed your knickers” she laughed should make for an interesting ride ladies. Peter and Clare where lead away to get changed ready for riding when they came back twenty minutes later, they were dressed immaculately in clean bright canary yellow jodhpurs nice cream blouse with a pony club tie. Baroness silly de filly asked the nursery maids the ladies that had change Clare and Peter were the jodhpur and Blouse sewn in like the riding gear they wore to muck out.  The maids said yes, we don’t Want the girls taking there cloths off without permission quite right said the Baroness. 
Clare and Peter joined the Baroness she removes their ball gags so they were able to speak although the mental alteration to Peter and Clare meant it was quite immature. Right girls let us have a drink first the maids provided very large steins of beer a litre each Peter, Clare and the Baroness started to drink. They soon finished them and they were replaced by another beer after to large beers Clare and Peter were feeling a little light headed the Baroness went to the ladies to relieve herself them came back the group walked over to the stables were Peter and Clare mounted two ponies and were led to the arena. Peter looked at himself he was dress immaculately although he considered himself to be a he the fact he had a vagina and breast meaning he was a she he clearly could see he was a sexy young girl ready for a riding lesson except for his special incontinence knickers underneath his jodhpurs. Although he looks immaculate, he was very uncomfortable in his wet and dirty knickers add to this was the fact that the beer he had drunk was now making him want to go to the toilet again.
Peter and Clare mounted their ponies for the lesson it was very uncomfortable as their wet special knickers made their crotches itchy and sore. The baroness started the lesson with Peter and Clare doing the rising trout which means bouncing up and down whilst riding meaning every time they came back down in the saddle their messy knickers became more and more uncomfortable. At the end of the lesson Clare and Peter had very sore crotches and their plastic pants had leaked a little so their jodhpurs had wet patches around their crotches and bottoms. Baroness Silly de Filly said I think you girls need to change your underwear I will get the maids to change you before you go back home to Lady forester and Judge Strickland. Both Peter and Clare were led a way to the changing rooms by the maids. They were unlocked out of their blouses and jodhpur’s down to their special underwear and bra’s. The maids took off the very dirty special knicker and put them in a nappy cleaning bin and said right girls I think it back to diapers for you two as you cannot keep your training pantie clean. Peter and Clare tried to protest but again that came out of their mouth was baby babble. Both Peter and Clare were was in the showers by the maids they were cleaned then lead to a changing table where they were pinned into thick double terry diapers then a pair of cream lockable rubber knickers was put on them and locked in place. A thick pair of grey ribbed woolly pantyhose were put on them. Next came and old-fashioned Playtex bra the style old laddies wear it was put in place and strapped on. Next came a velvet navy smock dress with a cream loke lace collar both of them had identical dresses the hem came down to midway above the knee. The maids fitted shoes women’s tan loafers on them. Next the maid put on some old-fashioned xl pink nylon knickers the sort from the 1960’s the maids worked them up Peter and Clares legs and stretched them over the bulk of the diapers and tights Peter thought they would have fitted perfectly except the bulk of the diapers showed to anyone who manged to look at their knickers that they were heavily diapered. Peter and Clare were led towards the rolls Royce however every time they moved, they could hear the rustling and crinkling of their plastic knickers the noise that traditionally diapered children make when running around. Both Peter and Clare went slightly red with embarrassment.     

Oh wow Simon, they just keep coming, great job! Imagine having to do housework in that outfit ... it's bad enough doing it in a light cotton maids outfit, but that one takes the biscuit.
Keep up the good work pal.
Ace

Chapter 402.

Connie beckoned Tim over to a table, and pulled out a chair for him.
“Have a seat, Tim.  You must be exhausted…by all your hard work.”
The ladies seated themselves.  Maria brought the coffees.
“Would everyone like some cakes?”
Tim nodded vigorously.  He was always hungry after an orgasm, and now he was starving.
“Take that as a yes, Maria,” grinned Connie.  “So Tim, do you like working at auntie Maria’s?”
He blushed, and nodded again.
“Frieda, can you take off his gag?  Here’s the key.  We could torture him by making him watch us scoff all Maria’s lovely pastries, but I think he deserves a little reward, don’t you?”

Frieda rose and went behind Tim’s chair.  She unlocked the tiny padlock securing the buckle, and gently removed the strap and ball-gag from his head.  He drew a deep breath.
“Better?” asked Bridget.
“Yes…  Thank you, miss…”
“So…  Did you like working at Penny’s?”
“Yes…  I liked serving and being inside…”
“Oh.  Not so keen on being in the street, then.”
“Not really, miss…”
Maria put a plate of pastries on the table and sat down.
“I hope you’ll be allowed to waitress for me again, Tim.  Normally this is a very dull tea-shop.  But when you were here, it was so lively.  Everyone was talking to each other, being sociable.  I’d love to have you back.”
“I’m sure it can be arranged,” said Connie.  “I’ll talk to Cassandra.  But I’m intrigued to know…  What did you two talk about while you were showing him the stockroom?”
It was Maria’s turn to blush.  “Oh, I…you know, we just sort of…  I told him about how I used to work for ESDS…”
“Oh, yes.  That must have been very interesting.  What did she say, Tim?”
Tim was unsure whether Maria would want him to talk about it.  But his imagination was still full of the photos he’d been shown.  He took the plunge.
“Actually she told me about how she made boys into femboys.  I even saw some of them.  It was amazing.”
“Oh!  She did tell you, then.  And what did you think?”
“I couldn’t believe how pretty – no, beautiful – they looked.  Even more than my friend Teri.”
“Oh, yes.  I know Teri.  He’s very cute.”
“He is.  It’s a strange feeling, looking at a girl, but knowing she’s really a boy…”
“Yes.  Fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Yes.  Fascinating.  That’s exactly it…”
“I told him he’s easily cute enough…  If he wanted to…”
“And do you, Tim?”
Tim became flustered.  “No…  I mean, I wouldn’t be pretty enough…  I’m too masculine…”
“Nonsense!  You’d be perfect!  I’m sure Cassandra would jump at the idea.  I mean if you don’t want to, she wouldn’t force you…”
Tim was reddening, and looking confused.  He would never have considered such a thing before.  But those femboys…  So attractive!   Everyone would be staring at them everywhere they went…
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to…  I’m not sure…  Really I think I’m best as a pageboy…”
Connie laughed.  “Oh, you soppy thing!  You just like showing off in your little hotpants, don’t you?  I know you’re gagging to get back in your uniform and crash another wedding or party.  But there’s more than one way of being a hit.”
“In any case,” added Frieda, “as a femboy you could wear girly hot pants, if you wanted.  Extra-frilly, with ribbons and hearts and things…”
“That’s true,” added Bridget.  “You’d have to change the colour, that’s all.  Pretty pink, with matching gloves.”
“Really?  I’m not sure…”
But just thinking about it was making Tim excited.  Would that really work?  Could he get to wear his favourite hot pants and still present as a beautiful girl?  He flushed, and looked down.  No, he’d look like a sissy…  Maria put a hand on his knee. 
“Imagine, Tim…  Little soft pink latex hot pants, with tiny red bows down the seams, and maybe a big red heart right at the front…  You’d be such a pretty femboy.  Just as cool as those ones I showed you…”
He took a deep breath, and bit his lip.
“Then at the next wedding, Tim, you could be a pagegirl,” exclaimed Connie.  “The bridesmaids would love you!  You’d be their idol!  They’d be so jealous, of course…  They’d have to wear those stuffy old traditional tulle dresses, and there you’d be in this amazing cool hot pants outfit.”
She was right!  Yes, they would be jealous.  He’d totally steal the show!  It was very tempting.  What was it that Maria had said?  Yes. “A good femboy appeals to everyone.”  He tried to imagine what it might be like.  In his mind’s eye he saw himself posing, surrounded by the bridesmaids, all dying of jealousy…though perhaps they looked more amused than jealous…  But no matter!  They weren’t important.  It was the women he would impress, just like at Debbie’s wedding.  He must have posed for more than a hundred photos.  Even videos.  Now, as a femboy page… 
“I bet you’d be mobbed,” laughed Frieda.  She seemed to have read his mind.

Bridget was certain he’d be a success.  “You should definitely try it, Tim.  Let Connie ask Cassandra.  Maria?  If he did decide, would you be prepared to…?”
“I’d love to help, if he wanted…”
“There Tim.  We’re all on your side.  No pressure.  Sleep on it.  Tomorrow we want to give you a taste of the other end of the spectrum.
“The other end…?”
“You’re going to be a houseboy.  The lowest status in the household.  Don’t look so surprised.  It’s all part of your training.  And we might even farm you out for a few hours…”