Chris and Christine

[Andlat]

This is really just an introduction. The fun will begin in the next chapter.

Chris and Christine

“Seriously, Christopher! We go through this every year.” Chris’s mom said with a sigh.
   
“I’m not going!” Chris insisted, knowing that he was treading on thin ice. “She treats me like a little kid!” Chris’s mom had to hide a smile. Despite having graduated from high school less than a week before, Chris looked considerably more like a middle schooler. It was to the point where the school had had to special order a graduation gown in a small enough size for him, a fact that his mom kept secret. He took after his father, who had always had more bravado than his slender body could handle. She tried to tell herself that she was not overprotective of her son due to her husband’s fatal accident, but she sometimes wondered.

“She’s your only aunt.” She said diplomatically. “Besides, it’s only for two weeks.”

“She always buys me little kid clothes to wear.”

“She let you bring your own clothes last year, but you refused. Part of the great fit of last year, as I recall.” His mom replied. “All of the clothes fit, right?”

“She made me wear Thomas the Tank Engine pajamas last year!”

“Those were so nice. What happened to those?” She teased. Chris groaned.

“C’mon, mom! I’m not going.”

“You are, young man, and that’s final.”

“But”

“No buts, Chris. Christine is paying for your college. The least you can do is spend two weeks with her before you go to Marcelton.” She sighed. “Since you consider it to be such a punishment,” she rolled her eyes at the thought of that. “If I don’t hear another word about how miserable you are going to visit your only aunt, I won’t punish you for your unsatisfactory report card when you come back.” Chris’s eyes widened. It seemed like a decent deal, even if it meant spending a couple weeks being treated like a little boy.

His aunt Christine, who Chris had always suspected he had been named after, had no kids of her own. Chris had a suspicion that that was why she had no idea how to treat him. Last year, she had insisted on laying out his clothes for him, which had proved to be terribly embarrassing once he saw the tighty whities and other little boy clothes she had bought him, and even tried to help him get dressed until he put his foot down and told her that he was seventeen and needed no such help. Regardless, she had firmly enforced a strict 7:30 bedtime, as well as a forty-five minute nap every afternoon. It had been the longest two weeks of his life.

Last year, he had been so bored once that he had wandered into the backyard of his aunt’s neighbor, an old woman named Mrs. Grantham. He did not mean to break the cherub statue. In fact, he barely even brushed it, but when the neighbor brought it over, Christine made him apologize and then, much to his horror, yanked down his shorts and spanked his tighty whities clad bottom right in front of the smirking neighbor, who made quite a few comments about ‘little boys needing a firm hand’. With his shorts down around his ankles, his aunt had forced him to apologize again before he could pull them up.

Growling as he thought back to that traumatic day, Chris quickly stuffed a few shirts and some boxer briefs into a bag. He knew that the trip was inevitable, but that did not mean that he was any more willing than he had been when he woke up that morning.

He headed downstairs, the bag slung over his shoulder. He paused at the foot of the stairs to check his hair. His mom patiently waited as he brushed a few blond strands to one side, smiling at her son’s apparent vanity. He really was a teenager, even if his body was running a little bit behind. She had reassured him time and again that his dad had a late growth spurt his first year of college that had made him look at least somewhat more mature.

“What’s in the bag, Chris?” She asked curiously.

“Some clothes.” Chris replied with a shrug.

“We went over this last night, Chris. Your aunt is providing your wardrobe, the same as every year.”

“But”

“I sent her more than enough tips about what you normally wear, so it should be a lot more” she paused to look for the right word. “Age appropriate.” She left out the fact that Christine had had to search the boys section of multiple stores to find enough clothes that an eighteen year old the size of a ten year old could wear. “I know you don’t believe it, but she really does feel terrible about the mix-up last year.”

“And every year before.” Chris muttered.

“Drop the bag, mister.” She said sternly. “I swear, sometimes I consider taking your aunt’s advice and spanking you.” Chris sullenly dropped the bag.

“She doesn’t have any campers, right?” Chris was eager to find any excuse to avoid going.

“No, Chris.” His mom said with forced patience. She grew more exasperated by the minute. “Just like every year, she schedules two weeks of free time for her nephew to visit.” Chris nodded. “Into the car. I’m going to miss my flight if you keep dilly-dallying.” Chris sighed, but followed his mom out of the house. He had a very bad feeling about this.

“She’s not even my real aunt.” Chris muttered as they backed out of the driveway.

“One more outburst, Chris, and I will spank you.” His mom said. “Or I’ll have your aunt do it when we arrive.” Chris shut his mouth and pulled out his phone.

He had already texted his friends to let them know he would be out of town for two weeks. Christine’s town had terrible cell reception, even in this day and age, so Chris felt like he was going off the grid. Thankfully, none of his friends knew what he endured at his aunt’s, year after year.

“Oh! Your aunt said that a new family moved next door. I know you had a bad experience with Mrs. Grantham, so hopefully that cheers you up. I think they have some kids around your age.”

“Ah.” Chris said noncommittedly. It would be an hour before they reached Greendale, but he hoped that the trip would take even longer.

By some cruel twist of fate, Chris dozed off and it seemed only five minutes before he woke up to find his aunt’s enormous house in front of him. He groaned as he stretched, hoping that his mom would think it was just a stretching groan and not one of annoyance at already being at his aunt’s.

“I’m going to be late. Can I trust you to find your way inside?” His mom asked, quickly giving him an awkward side hug.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll call your aunt to make sure you’re inside.” She teased. Chris rolled his eyes.

“Bye.” He said before closing the door and treading up to the front door. He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

[Andlat]

If Christine’s beauty had faded with age, Chris did not notice a bit. He sat on the couch in her living room, listening to her go on and on about how nice the neighbors were next door. The question that weighed on his mind kept begging to be let out, but he had no idea how to phrase it. He pondered it all through dinner, a rather uneventful affair. Christine had picked up pasta from the Italian restaurant in town, figuring that Chris would not want to ride into town immediately after his trip. The only thing worthy of note was when she stopped herself before wiping a bit of sauce from his face.

“Sorry. Forgot that you’re very adamant about your grown man status now.” She said, not sounding sorry in the slightest to Chris. “Oh, I should mention. I fixed up the guest room for you. It’s where you’ve stayed the past few years.” She eyed him over her salad. “I wasn’t sure if you would bring clothes or not.”

“Mom said you’d gotten me some things.”

“She did, but I figured it’d be less of a minefield if I waited for you to arrive. I expected you earlier today, so we’ll just into town tomorrow and get you some things.” She smiled wryly. “Unless you don’t think you can survive the night without a change of clothes. Might even have some of your jammies from years past still.”

“I’m sure I’ll cope.” Chris said quickly. Something felt off about this whole visit so far. Was she hiding something or was he just paranoid? Past experience told him the answer was the former.

“How about I show you to your room?” She suggested. Chris nodded and followed her upstairs. He glimpsed a few of the rooms that her campers used and hoped that his would not look nearly so feminine. “You’re right down here.” She said. “It’s the same room you’ve stayed in in past summers.” She explained. She opened the door and Chris apprehensively stepped inside.

The bedroom was plain. A full-length mirror hung right next to the closed closet, a dresser standing on its other side. The queen size bed dominated most of the room, its ocean blue bedspread pleasing Chis. Against the wall opposite the bed was a television. All in all, it seemed like a satisfactory room.

“The dresser’s empty.” Christine said, opening a drawer to demonstrate. “I’ve got a few things stored in the closet, but there should be room enough if you feel the need to keep anything in there.” She opened the closet to show him a few winter coats and things of seasonal need hanging within. “I considered putting some of your clothes from past summers in the dresser, but I figured you wouldn’t appreciate that.” Chris nodded, still unnerved by how nice his aunt seemed.

Chris sat down on the bed as his aunt finished her loop around the room, stopping by the television.

“It’s got all the channels, but I don’t want you hiding in here the whole time.” She said with a chuckle. Chris smiled weakly. “Anyway, you seem tired, so I’ll leave you be. Don’t stay up too late!”

Once she left, Chris lounged on the bed and flipped through the channel guide. Nothing really stuck out to him. He felt too nervous about the next two weeks. He knew in his gut that the other shoe would drop in the morning. He just knew it.

Eventually settling on an action movie that he had only seen twice, he remained on the bed for the next couple hours before undressing for bed. Pulling back the covers, he noticed a light floral scent coming from the bed, but he was fairly certain that it was nothing more than laundry detergent.

“Should use the bathroom first.” Chris mumbled to himself. He walked to the door before realizing that he wore nothing but his navy blue boxer briefs. He eyed his reflection in the mirror, unable to resist smiling. He playfully flexed for a second before slowly opening the door. The hallway was dark and quiet. His aunt must have gone to bed at some point.

He stepped into the hall, the wood floor cool under his bare foot. He was fairly certain that he remembered where the bathroom was. In fact, he knew for a fact that it was just two doors down on the other side of the hall. The closed door made him doubt himself for a moment, but he twisted it open and stepped into a little girl’s bedroom, all pink and frilly. He was about to close the door again when he saw an open door at the other end of the room. A bathroom was a bathroom, so he made a beeline for it.

He did his business and went back the way he came, shuddering as he tried to limit his time in the pink room to the barest minimum possible. When he had been young, his mom had been part of a neighborhood moms group that met every Saturday. He had been the only boy in all of their kids, so he had spent each and every Saturday playing with a bunch of girls, each of whom seemed to have a bedroom just like this one. He had always played the knight protecting the princesses as they played tea party or some other such silly little girl game. Last time he had heard, most of the girls had grown up rather attractive, but he and his mom had moved when he was ten years old.

“I thought I’d find you in here.” Chris jumped out of his thoughts to find his aunt standing in the doorway, an unreadable look on her face. “Couldn’t resist, hmm?”

“What? No” he stammered, but she just ignored him, looking over the teenager in his boxer briefs.

“You just couldn’t resist.” She repeated, stepping closer. “Every year, I keep a close eye on you to make sure you aren’t sneaking off to play dress-up, but I thought that maybe I was wrong and you could be trusted.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Admit it. Deep down, you’re just a little sissy.” She said. “That’s why you snuck in here as soon as I went to bed.”

“No way!” Chris exclaimed. “I was looking for the bathroom.”

“I locked this door.” She bent slightly, examining the lock and giving Chris an eyeful of her ample bosom. “Did you pick the lock?” She asked accusingly.

“I don’t even know how!” He kept glancing down, unable to meet the intensity of her gaze.

“Likely story.” She said. “Your mom told me you had become a troublemaker.”

“Huh?”

“Look, I’m not mad, really.” She said calmly. “I just wish you felt comfortable enough to tell me that you want to be a sissy.”

“I don’t!” Chris knew that there was no way to get around his aunt. She stood between him and the only exit.

“Well, why were you in here?”

“I got lost.”

“So you picked a lock? Did you really think I’d keep the bathroom or something locked?”

“I didn’t pick the lock! The door was open!”

 “Mhm.” She clearly did not believe a word he was saying. “I’ve given you plenty of chances to explain why you were in here. Since you won’t explain, I have no choice but to assume you wanted to dress up in pretty girl clothes.” Her smile unnerved him. “Who am I to stand in the way of that?” She stepped closer to him.

“I’m not a sissy!” He protested, backing away and almost falling onto the pink princess bed. If he recalled correctly, it was identical to the bed that one of the girls in the mom group, Ashleigh, had had. He had looked her up on Facebook recently and found her to be easily the most beautiful of all the girls. He quickly banished the thought, but he reacted in a way that made his aunt smirk. “I’m not a sissy!” He repeated desperately.

“Be that as it may, you will be soon enough.” She grabbed his wrist and tugged him over to the dresser, seemingly not even noticing his efforts to pull away.

[Andlat]

Apologies for the long wait, everyone. Life certainly has a way of keeping you busy. Here is the long-awaited third chapter. Cannot say when the next chapter will be, but hopefully not too far off. :)

When she reached the dresser, she pulled open a drawer and fished in it for barely a moment before finding what she was looking for. She pulled out a pair of white panties with lace around the legs and waist.

“I told you!” Chris said. “I am not a sissy!” She frowned.

“I’ve had quite enough of your backtalk. It may fly with your mother, but you should know by now that I expect to be respected in my home.” Still holding his wrist firmly, she took him back over to the bed. She sat down. “Lie down across my lap.”

“Why?”

“You have two options, Chris.” She said diplomatically. “You can either go along with what I am telling you to do or I can inform your mother that you broke into this room.” She smiled warmly. “Really, your mom listens to whatever I say. I could get you shipped off to military school if I really wanted to.” Chris glared at her, but the look on her face proved her confidence in her own abilities. He noticed that not a single hair on her head was out of place. Her make-up was still impeccable. He realized that she had not just happened by the room. She clearly had set a trap for him! “Now then, if you feel like being reasonable, you can lie across my lap and take your punishment like a good little boy. If not,” She simply shrugged. Chris weighed his options, but he figured he might just get this over with. The panties were probably just an empty threat.

“Okay.” He muttered, lying across her lap. It would have normally driven him wild to be this close to her, but he knew what was coming.

“How old are you?” She asked.

“Eighteen.”

“Oh, I always forget. It’s especially difficult to remember with your cute little boy bubble butt sticking up in the air like this.” She gave it a little playful smack. Chris had gotten complimented by girls at school about his butt, but the way that Christine talked about it only embarrassed him. “Since you’re eighteen, I think eighteen spankings should be enough, hmm?” Chris simply mumbled something. “How about you count along with me, Chris?” She tugged down his boxer briefs and left them on the floor. “Really a shame to cover up such a pretty little tushie with such drab clothing.” Chris rolled his eyes, grateful that his face-down position meant she could not see his face. “Can you say ‘I’ve got a pretty little tushie’?”

“I’ve got a pretty little tushie.” Chris muttered. Gone was the Christine that said she would respect his grown man status. This was the old Christine, the one that delighted in making him say cutesy phrases that made him blush.

“Just be sure to count your spankings louder than that, Chris.” She chimed. “I wouldn’t want to lose count and have to start over!” She began the spanking, not even hitting Chris all that hard. The point, really, was to embarrass him more than anything else. He dutifully counted each spanking out loud. If he did not say it to her liking, she might subtract a few in a teasing manner.

“Seven.”

“Did you say three, Chris?”

“Seven!” Chris repeated.

“Oh, silly me.” Christine teased. She almost wished she could have kept the squirming boy on her lap longer, but she reached eighteen before she even knew it. Oh, well. There would be other spankings, she knew. “Listen very carefully, Chris. Obey my instructions perfectly or you’ll get another spanking. I’ll mean it this time.” She gently rubbed his bottom. “You will stand up, walk over to that corner.” She pointed across the room to the corner right by the full length mirror with its ornate brass frame. “You will stand there with your nose against the wall, hands on your head. You will not touch your bottom. Wait, how did you describe your bottom?” She had to smack his butt again to get him to answer.

“My pretty little tushie.” Chris said.

“Oh, that’s right! You’ll stand in the corner without touching your pretty little tushie” She delighted in how he seemed to recoil every time he heard that phrase. “You’ll remain in that corner until I say so. Do you understand?”

“Yes, auntie.” He said, falling back into habits of years previous. She smiled.

“Go.” He walked over and complied with her instructions to the letter. “I will be right back. If you move a muscle, we will repeat this whole process all over again.”

Chris remained in the corner, horrified by how quickly she had gotten the upper hand on him. He had to rebel. He was eighteen, for goodness sakes! What did she have planned now? Those panties were anything but a good sign. Was she really going to dress him like a sissy? The little boy clothes were bad enough! There had to be some way to get out of this. Well, one thing was for sure. If she actually tried to dress him like a sissy, he would not stand for it. Even if it meant that he did not go to college.

He was so consumed by his thoughts that he really did not move from the corner before Christine returned. She smiled as she saw him still standing there, bottom red from the spanking. She could not deny that she got some sort of pleasure out of it, though it was more the maternal feeling of proper parenting than anything else. She had always felt that Chris’s mother had been a bit too lenient with him. It was not that Chris was a bad kid, he just simply did not like a great number of rules. Every year, she had just gotten started teaching him to be an obedient young man when he returned to his mother, who inadvertently undid all of Christine’s hard work. Well, things would be changing soon. That much was for sure.

“Alright, Chrissy.” She said. “You may come over, but keep your hands on your head.” Chris did so, although he almost faltered as he reflexively tried to cover his nudity. “Oh, come on. I’ve given you baths. Nothing’s changed.” Chris’s blush radiated down his torso. “Now, we’ve had an exciting evening, but we must get you ready for bed.” For the first time, Chris looked at the outfit that Christine had laid out on the bed. The panties were joined by his most hated pair of pajamas from last summer: a pair of Thomas the Tank Engine footie pajamas. “Look at that face!” Christine exclaimed.

“Um” Chris squeaked before clearing his throat. “I’ve grown since last year. I don’t think those pajamas will fit anymore.”

“Well, it’s worth trying.” Christine replied at once. “But first, let’s start with your panties.” She shook them out a bit and Chris noticed that, in addition to the lace on the waist and legs, there were several rows of lace ruffles tightly packed on the bottom.

“My panties?” Chris’s voice nearly failed as he stared at them.

“Why, yes. Aren’t these what you came in here for?”

“No!”

“Inside voice, please.” She said. “Well, they certainly better suit your pretty little tushie than those dreadful things you were wearing before.”

“I won’t wear them!”

“You will, Chrissy.” She replied. How Chris hated that childish nickname! “Look, they’re the same color as the underwear you wore last year and all the years prior. And no one will see them. They’ll be under your cute jammies!” Chris sighed. He knew that this was a lost battle. “Not so rough!” Christine admonished as he snatched them away from her. He pulled them up, shivering a bit as the lace around the legs brushed his thighs. “See? They fit perfectly!” Chris did not say a word, holding his mouth closed for fear of the outburst that tried to escape him. “Now for your jammies!”

“Still not sure they’ll fit.” Chris said hopefully. All the same, he was grateful to have the panties covered, so Chris allowed her to dress him in the infantile pajamas. It was the middle of summer, but he found himself covered from the neck down in the warm pajamas. As she zipped them up, he realized that they fit him all too well.

“Like a glove.” Christine said. Taking him by the wrist, she led him over to the full length mirror. “Give us a twirl.” She said. Chris complied. “Oh, dear! It looks like the buttons on the drop seat are missing!” Chris came to a halt, his bottom facing the mirror. There, in the middle of the baby blue fabric of the jammies was his fully exposed, very frilly white pantied bottom! He gasped and then gasped again as his aunt, quick as ever, snapped a photo with her phone. “Oh, don’t get all teary eyed. No rainy day eyes for Chrissy!” She said, kissing his cheek. “It’ll do for one night.” She smiled. “Do you need me to tuck you into bed?”

“No.” The eighteen year old sullenly said.

“Alright, well.” She smacked his frilly bottom. “Off to bed with your pretty little tushie, Chrissy.” A very cheerless teenager hurried out of the room as Christine smiled to herself. The first evening was only the beginning, after all.

[Rufffles]

Please continue the story, was waiting to see if she replaced his jammies with a cut litt strawberry shortcake night gown or a barbie night gown .

[Sissy Little Girl]

Andlat, It's been since October, 2017, since you wrote anything on this story.  Do you have anything else that you can add?  It would sure be nice and you would make a bunch of us really happy.  We really do want to know what's in store for Chrissy.