Chapter 287.

“If I tell you what happened, you must promise faithfully never to tell anyone else, hope to die!”
“Of course not!  You know me, Thomasina.  I would never…”
“I mean it!  Not that they would believe you…”
“Just tell me!  I bet it’s something really stupid.  I know…some boy asked you out.  Yeah, some guy asked you out, and you don’t know what to do.  Am I right?  Honestly, Thommie, you can be so stupid.  You act like a twelve-year-old in front of boys.  Do you not like them or something?”
“Actually, Caroline, no, I don’t particularly like boys.  They’re big-headed and boring.  So that’s what you think this is about, do you?  Okay.  Take a look at this.”
They were sitting at the table in the annexe, a single-storey building at the end of the garden, behind a hedge.  It was a great place to hide out and have secret meetings.  She hadn’t been intending to say anything about Bobby, let alone showing Caroline the video.  She had decided simply to show her the catsuit, which she had brought down from her room in a carrier bag.  But Caroline’s scepticism had angered her and made her impulsive.  She started the video of her unusual ride, intending to stop it before the critical accident, and laid it on the table between them, facing her friend.  Thomasina watched with satisfaction as her friend’s mouth fell open.
“W-what…?”  She blinked and stared harder.  “W-what’s….that?”
“That, Caroline, is a young guy in a pony suit.  He’s called “Ponyboy”.  He gives pony rides at Pitt’s Wood.  Cute, isn’t he?”
“And…whatever are you wearing…?”
“Oh, I’ll show you that in a minute…it wasn’t my choice…”
She reached over to recover her phone, but before she could touch it Caroline had snatched it up.
“Give that back!”
“That’s latex!  I can tell!  Where did you get…?”
“Give it back!”
Caroline gave a short laugh.  “No way, Thommie…  I have to see this.”
Thomasina jumped up, tipping over her chair, and lunged at her friend.  But Caroline was too quick for her.  They dodged around the table for a few seconds, then Thomasina tripped over a leg of the upset chair and fell.  Caroline made a beeline for the door, and was outside before she could regain her feet.  The key was in the lock on the outside.  One quick turn and Thomasina was locked inside.  She got to the door and hammered on the glass.
“Don’t watch any more!  Don’t you dare!  Caroline!  I’ll never speak to you again…”
But it was futile.  Caroline was staring open-mouthed at the screen.  After a while she walked a few paces away, sat down on the grass, and watched it all over again.  At last she looked up, with an evil smile on her face.  She rose, walked over, and unlocked the door.  Thomasina, red-faced, threw it open and snatched back her phone.
“I’ll never trust you again!”
“You were right.  They wouldn’t believe me.  I still don’t quite believe it myself.”
“I-I didn’t have a choice…”
“That was quite a performance – by both of you.  You should put it on your Facebook.  Can you imagine…?
“Stop it, Caroline.  You weren’t meant to see the whole thing.  I’m going to delete it.”
“Can if you want.  I’ve already sent it to myself, anyway.”
“You’ve what?  Give me your phone.  Now!”
“Won’t do you any good.  I emailed it too.  It’ll be on my laptop at home.”
“You….”
“You might as well explain.  Tell me the story.  You’ve got nothing to lose.  I’m fascinated how you ended up…doing that…”
Thomasina looked at her with a mixture of anger and despair.
“Please don’t show anyone else…  Promise you won’t…”
“We’ll see…if you tell me the whole story.”

They went back into the annexe, and resumed their seats to the table.
“Well?  Come on, spill it, Thommie.  You, of all people…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.  Just…well, you’re such a good girl, normally…”
“I was forced into it.  It’s true!  That Miss Poole…”
“The principal?”
“That’s right.  She chose me to be in charge of the pony rides, and gave me that outfit…”
“Oh yeah…  Where is it?”
“In that bag.  Help yourself.”
“Wow…  This is so cool…  So, what were these pony rides?””
“Yes.  This guy B…  I mean Ponyboy…  Well, he’s giving pony rides every Sunday now.  See?  She’s blackmailed him into it, I guess.”
“Who is he, exactly?”
“Dunno.  He’s always in his pony suit.  Anyway, she said that as a steward, I would have to wear this bright pink latex catsuit so everyone would know who was in charge.  Really, I had no choice.  Then she made me ride him round this courtyard place.  Actually it was quite fun in a way.  I got to use my whip on him, and he would flinch every time I gave him a smack.  I had no idea what was going on underneath till he suddenly stopped, and…”
“Popped his cork.  Gosh, Thommie, whoever he is he must have liked you all right…  I mean you made him c-um, just by riding him?  That’s, like, magic!”
“It’s was so embarrassing, Caroline.  I didn’t realise what was happening at the time…”
“What happened next?”
“They made me stand outside on a box for half an hour while all Ellie’s mates – Ellie’s sort of one of Miss Poole’s sidekick – all her mates came and took photos.  Then after that I had to go up to the main field, and I was there supervising the pony rides all afternoon.”
“That’s crazy.  What about Ponyboy?  He must have been knackered after what you did to him…”
“I didn’t do anything to him, Caroline!  I can’t help it if he’s some sort of crazy pervert.”
Caroline pondered silently for a few moments.
“So now everyone must know about you and your sexy outfit…  What are you going to do about that?”
“I don’t know exactly…  And the lady who made it for me may want me to model for her…”
“Really?  Are you going to?  You have to!  Modelling?  It’s perfect for you!  And as to what you have to do, it’s obvious.  You have to go back there wearing it from now on.”
“What?”
“If you don’t, they’ll all laugh at you.  I can just imagine it.  Those horsey types are so catty.  It’ll be stuff like, “where’s your pretty catsuit today, Thomasina?”  “No latex, sweetie?  Oh, what a shame!”  “Oooh, it’s our little fetishist, Thomasina…”  All day long.”
“But…”
“No, you have to wear it back there.  And as soon as possible.  Tomorrow.  You normally ride Wednesday mornings, don’t you?”
“Not tomorrow.  I need to think what to do…”
“Yes tomorrow.  Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?”
“I’ll send this video to someone…let me see…ah, yes.  Millie Harpington.  Perfect.”
“You wouldn’t dare…”
“Oh, I would, too.  In fact, I would just love to.  Show little Goody-two-shoes up for what she really is.  The whole school would be talking about it.  It would be on social media within minutes.”
“You’re joking, Caroline.”
“Try me.  Don’t you think I get fed up with everything sometimes?  Thomasina…so pretty, so clever..  Her mum’s a Lady, you know.  Rich.  All, that sort of crap?  Don’t look so shocked.  Yes, I would do it.  Happily.  No hesitation.  So you are going to wear it tomorrow.  I’m coming with you to make sure.  And we’re going by bus, too.  Why are you looking shocked?”
“Caroline…  I didn’t know you felt like that about me…”
“Well sometimes I do.  Sometimes I get fuc-king fed up with how perfect you are.  What, do you hate me now?  Well I don’t care, see?  I always do what you want!”  Her eyes filled with angry tears.  “So now you’re going to do what I want for a change!  Yes, and I'm coming with you to see that lady about the modelling, too.  So there!”

Chapter 285.

She stopped in the doorway.  Lady Middiford had made herself a cup of coffee and was seated in an armchair.
“Well?  Are you coming in or not?”
Thomasina crept a few paces into the room, cheeks burning, eyes fixed on the floor.
“For goodness sake, Thomasina!  Stand up straight and look at me.  Yes, that’s better.  Well, well…  Whoever would of thought it?  My sweet little daughter.  It seems only yesterday you were begging me for frilly dresses.  Well, at least you still seem to like pink…”
“I’m sorry, mummy.  And actually I don’t like pink at all now…”
“Why are you apologising?”
“What?”
“What are you apologising for?”
“Well I know it wasn’t my idea, but I’m sorry I kept it on.  Really, it was just easier than taking it off, so I…”
“Thomasina, darling, do you think I’m disapproving?  Listen – I told you last birthday that I considered you an adult.  You’re old enough to date, to have sex, for heaven’s sake.  I wouldn’t dream of interfering in your private life or making judgements about your choices of anything – let alone something as trivial as clothing!  Anyway, you look great in that.  You must have caused quite a stir at Pitt’s Wood.”
“Y-you’re not angry…?”
“Course not, silly.  I’m not that narrow-minded.  And I have to tell you that the lady who made that for you seems to think you’d make a good model for some of her creations.”
“Really?”
“Yes.  And I can see why.  So I suggest you get yourself along there and see what else she’s got for you.”
“She wants me to model for her?”
“Well, she’s interested anyway.  If you have the nerve it’s up to you to make your pitch.  I have no objections.”
Thomasina was speechless for a moment.
“And Miss Poole seems to hold you in high regard, as a rider and as an individual.  Having met her, I would trust her judgement implicitly.”
“She does?”
“Yes.”
“Did she say anything else…about Sunday?”
Lady Middiford laughed.  “Only that Ponyboy probably ended up with a sore behind, and that you did your job well.  What more do you want?”
“Oh…no nothing…  I just wondered…”
Relief flooded over her.  Relief and excitement.  Modelling?  Modelling latex?  That would be so cool…so sexy…”
“If you think so too, mummy, I will make an appointment at Fantastex…  I owe that to Miss Poole…”
“Yes, I think you do.  Now shall we send out for some food?  It’s too late to cook.  If you want to stay as you are that’s fine by me.  Actually, it would be good practice for you to answer the door when the delivery guy arrives.  Yes?  It’ll be amusing to see his reaction…”

So glad your  writing. I have missed the little sisters. Your writing is so descriptive it's almost like i am their watching the story unfold. Keep up the good work. Thank you.

All of them brook down and cried knowing they had failed the task set by Lady Forrester and Judge Strickland as the two ladies returned to the room they were dressed differently almost as if they had expected the girls to fail, they were dressed in black rubber cat suits. Lady Forrester said right then it seems you have chosen to stay as girls so when we move to next room there will be lots of girly things to do very naughty but lots of fun. The girly boys look at each other they were not sure they would be having fun. As they entered the room it was like a ladies Victorian Parlor except all the girls were dress like Peter, Primrose, Mandy and Clare instantly the girls all became very horny they could not understand why but the blushed and went very coy. The ladies or the more mature women were dressed like Lady Forrester in black rubber catsuit with the added appendage of a strap on dil-do and when Peter turned around, he saw that Lady Forrester and the Judge had put a strap-on on. In a corner of the large room was a large play pen with very high playpen fence around eight foot high and next to it was a door name changing room, In the play pen was around a dozen girl all dress in very frilly dresses and diapers looking like toddler girls. There were also six girls dressed in shorts and t shirts but if you looked closely, they had padded knickers that look very much like training panties you give toddler that you are trying to potty train. The girls were carrying drink trays serving the women in rubber catsuits of the girl that were dress in sexy underwear. To one side of the room there was a row of stocks some empty some with the girls with crotchless knicker were secure by their wrists and neck all peter could see was their bottoms in the air showing their vagina and bum hole other girls in the stocks had no knickers just their bare bottom. In the centre of the room the was a mixture of girls in the same outfits as Peter but also there were girls in t shirts with diapers and clear plastic pants you could see the waist band of the plastic pants was secured by a gold lock and chain. Peter could see they were desperately trying to take off the plastic pants but they were very securely fixed. You could also clearly see which girl had accidents in the diapers as the clear plastic did not hide the yellow stain from peeing their nappies. Lady Forrester led Mandy and Primrose to the stocks they were place in the stocks their crotchless panty girdles were taken off and both Primroses bushy Vagina and Mandy’s bald one was in full view. Lady Forrester and Judge Strickland put their strap on dil-dos on. They then started to pump the two sissy girls with their stap Ons getting faster and faster Mandy and Primrose started to moan as Lady Forrester and Judge Strickland continued getting faster than Primrose and Mandy started to scream as they started to climax as they climaxed, they squirted vaginal c-um all over their legs.
The girls had a funny smile on them as if they had been hypnotised Lady Forrester released the girls but Mandy and Primrose made no attempt to put their knickers back on instead, they headed to the room marked changing room like mind-controlled robots. Thirty minutes later the two sissies returned very differently both were dress in short red with white trimmed sailor dresses the dresses had white yoke collar with lace trim. At the back of the collar a small heart shaped lock could be seen locking the dress on. Mandy and Primrose had thick white woolly pantyhose on with white lace socks and shiny black t bar Mary Janes which had a locking strap with a small pad lock. The hem of the dress came down so short that the girl’s cloth diapers and clear plastic knickers could be seen they were heavily diapered with what looked like a very thick cloth soaker pad   under the cloth diaper. They had traditional white leather reins on over the dresses the centre had a pink butterfly on the leather breast plate with their name in pink. They went over to lady Forrester and Judge Strickland shouting mummy and hugged them and kissed them as if Mandy and primrose were little girls.
Lady Forrester turned to Peter and Clare said it is your turn know Peter and Clare were led over to the stocks their head and hands were placed in them. Peter kept think I must not climax he felt his panty girdle knickers being taken down and saw Lady Forrester smell them and put them in her purse. Poor old Clare kept shouting please no please I will be a good girl but Judge Stickland just laughed and said you will be when I have finished with you as she put Clare knickers in her handbag. Peter felt a spray being used on her vagina and her Vagina started to tingle. Lady Forrester Strap on entered Peter all he could think of was if he had not failed the challenge he would know be a man again and Lady Forrest would have been having the payback. As Lady Forrester started a rhythmic up and down motion pumping Peter with her stap on Peter started to get aroused he tried to think of other things like he used to play rugby and football but as Lady Forrester continues it was getting harder to focus his clitoris started to tingle and he became more and more aroused and his vagina was starting to juice up his mind wondered to girly things thinking he would like to do cooking more ballet and equestrian riding just then he let out moan and started panting it was no good he shouted faster faster Lady Forrester obliged by know he was help with his bottom rhythmically going in synchro with Lady Forrester he was moaning then he let out a large scream as he climaxed. It happened in an instant his mind fogged over and had this urge to be treated as a little girl he had no fight in him. Lady Forrest released the stocks she looked at Peter and Clare they had the same funny little smile on their faces as Mandy and Primrose. They were led away to the changing room when they entered the room the two maids there stripped them so they stood there naked they were escorted to what looked like old style barber chairs placed in them and restrained by their wrist and ankles.  A short of old-fashioned hairdryer was place over their heads the maid explained that these were there to wipe their minds reintroduce mind of special girls. Girls with a mental disability of a mind of a two-year-old who are incontinent and wear special girls’ underwear or special diapers. The maids laughed you will remember as an adult but you will not be able to communicate properly. While they were being spoken to the main shaved their pussy’s so they were bald as a new born baby. With in a very short period of time Peter’s brain became fuzzy he tried to speak and all that came out was grunting and squealing noises nothing comprehendible.  Next the nurses released Clare and Peter from the chairs lead them over to a changing table were Clare and Peter were placed a cloth diaper was pinned on both of them it had a very thing soaker pad in the diaper so it would take more than several wettings. Then they were place in cream plastic knicker which had a waist lock to prevent un-wanted removal the nurse locked the special needs plastic knicker on Peter and Clare next came a white blouse semi see though which was place on both sissy their breast could be clearly seen though the material especially their nipples. The nurse put purple tight fitting track suit bottoms and track suit top on Peter and Clare the cloths did not hide the large bulge of the special needs diapers after the track suit the sissy were fitted with a special needs harness that buckle at the back it also had strap that went from the waist down past the crotch back up past the bottom and secured at the back with the chest harness preventing any removal of cloths. The Nurse connected walking rein to the harness know both Peter and Clare were secured the nurse took hold of the rein and walked them back into the main room over to were Lady Forreste. Judge Strickland, Mandy and Primrose were Lady Stickland then said Well girls it is time to go home and by the way Primrose and Petra {peter} Judge Stickland and Mandy and Clare are moving in because Judge Strickland is my longtime lover and know she is going to be my partner so you will all be step sisters won’t that be great.  Lady Forrester and Judge Stickland gathered the sissy girls together walked them to the lift poor old Peter looked like a teenage girl or young lady that is wearing diapers because he has a handicap especially as he is wear a special needs full body harness making his padded bottom look even more big with the straps pushing the padding out. It Make Peter waddle even more when he walks. They got out of the lift Peter tried to run on ahead because of the embarrassment of how he was dress but the harness prevented this so as he walks down the store isle his bottom waddle left to right, he could her people laughing a how he and Clare were dressed finally they got to the exit where a people carrier was waiting for them. Mandy and Primrose got in and were seated they had normal seats with a booster pad which meant when they had belt their safety belt on you could clearly see their cloth diapers and plastic knickers then  Peter and Clare were put in special car seats which secured them in.

Lace and Grace

       On Wednesday afternoon, the boys assembled in the quad. They quickly had realized they couldn’t really postpone shopping for new lingerie, since they only had the one set each. Their Big Sisters had dropped strong hints about a particular boutique in the quaint college town with knowing smiles and cryptic encouragement. The task ahead felt daunting, and they exchanged uneasy glances as they set off together. Lingerie shopping was uncharted territory, and the prospect of selecting such intimate things made their cheeks burn with embarrassment and nerves.

       The disquieted Little Sisters slowly made their way to “Lace and Grace.” As they approached the cozy shop, the boutique’s window display sparkled in the afternoon sun. In the display window, delicate pastel bras hung alongside embroidered silk robes and a multitude of other dainty and feminine apparel.
 
       Nate paused, uncertain. “Are we really doing this?” Nate muttered, his voice wavering.

       Milo tried a brave smile, “Let’s just… get in and out, quick as possible.” Then Milo nudged Nate through the door first.

       Every head seemed to turn at the soft tinkle of the bell above the door. Although there were only a couple of other customers, they were all surprised to see the four cringing college boys enter. The incredibly feminine space glowed with soft pinks and lavenders, and the air was thick with the scents of sachets and soft new fabrics. Velvet chairs and gilded mirrors enhanced the overall sense of feminine elegance.
Two of the store clerks, Anna and Becca, recognized the boys immediately from the moment they stepped in. They smiled mischievously at each other. They knew precisely why the boys were there. Anna, feigning ignorance, approached first and said, “Welcome to Lace & Grace.” She then asked with playful curiosity, “Are we shopping for our girlfriends today?”

       â€œOr maybe your sisters?” Becca chimed in, her voice teasingly sweet. “We have some beautiful sets for gifts, if you’re not sure what to pick.”

       None of the boys knew how to say the words, so they just stood there in cringy silence.

       Becca let the pained silence linger for a moment. Then, she exchanged a glance with Anna before adopting a mock-serious tone. “So, if it’s not for sisters or girlfriends, what brings you in today?” she asked, eyes twinkling.

       Milo fidgeted, shifting his weight from foot to foot, and Julian stared at his shoes. The boys exchanged desperate glances, each silently willing the others to speak up first. Finally, Owen cleared his throat and stammered, “Actually… uh… it’s not for anyone else. We’re… shopping for ourselves.”

       Anna’s brows shot up in mock surprise, and Becca’s lips curled into a knowing grin. “Oh really?” Anna replied, feigning innocence. “That’s so fun! You want some pretty things for yourselves?” Grinning, she pointed to a delicate pair of lavender panties on the nearest rack. She asked innocently, “What did you have in mind? Perhaps something soft and lacy like these here? Or maybe something a bit more sheer?” Her eyes sparkled as Owen’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.

       Nate attempted to explain, his face nearly as pink as the pastel bras on display. “Well, umm… we already have some… but we need more.” He added weakly, “It’s, uh, a sorority thing.” His feeble words hung awkwardly in the air. His explanation didn’t seem to explain much at all.

       â€œA sorority thing?” Becca asked teasingly, “I didn’t know boys could join sororities, but more power to you!” Anna couldn’t hold back a laugh, and Becca giggled with her, their amusement genuine but not unkind. With a wink, Becca said softly, “Relax boys, we’re Gamma Deltas—Madison told us you might stop by.”

       Anna added somewhat conspiratorially, “Just so you know, we have a surprisingly large clientele of trans women… and also quite a few adventurous and open-minded men… more than you might expect. So we are well ‘equipped’ in all kinds of frilly things that might match your anatomy!” She chuckled a bit more as she finished.

       The boys didn’t know whether to feel relieved or even more uneasy.
A moment later, Anna said, “Well let’s get started then! This is going to be such fun!” Her tone was warm, but her eyes danced with playful mischief.

       Then, Anna and Becca led them over to some of the racks of frilly, lacy lingerie sets. “Alright, boys, drop your jackets,” Anna instructed, “we need to check your sizes—bust, waist, hips, and all that.”

       The boys reluctantly placed their jackets on one of the velvet chairs, and Anna and Becca set to work collecting their measurements. Anna started with Owen, wrapping the measuring tape around his torso. She smiled, “Let’s get your bust first—stand up nice and tall, sweetie.”
 
       Meanwhile Becca sized up Julian and remarked on his graceful build. The two clerks quickly got what they needed and began holding up delicate bra and panty sets on the cringing boys. They began a running commentary on which ones suited them best. The two sisters then began interrogating the boys on their preferences for colors, fabrics and styles. They insistently coaxed the Little Sisters to be more specific about the lingerie they wanted.