Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin

[DaraJaney]

Episode 1

Sabrina’s cousin Eric came to stay with them for the summer holidays because his mother had to go and care for his grandmother.  Sabrina had always thought he was a pain.  The family resemblance was strong, though he had dark hair and, being male, had none of the family’s supernatural powers.

“Sabrina!”  Zelda shouted up the stairs.  “You really need to get started selling those girl scout cookies!”  Sabrina came stomping down the stairs.  “No way!  I’m too old for that”, she insisted.  “Now you know that Hilda’s charity benefits from the money raised so you just have to get changed and go out and do it this one last time.”

Eric was lounging on the sofa.  He always jumped on an opportunity to tease his cousin.  “Yes Sabrina.  You must do it for your aunt!”  He smirked annoyingly, enjoying her discomfort.

“You do it then!” Sabrina told him.  “What?” he gave an incredulous look.  Sabrina pointed a finger at him and twirled it saying “Sell them for me, don’t be bold”.  He harrumphed.  “You can’t change back until they’re sold!” and she jabbed her finger in his direction.

Eric saw stars for a moment and when the air cleared he was standing up!  He looked down to see that he was wearing a girl scout uniform!  His cream blouse bulged a little at the breast and his blue skirt came to just about his knees.  He was holding a tray of cookies held up by a strap around his neck.

“What the hell!”  “Language!” Zelda scolded him.  Eric was stunned because the words came out in a girl’s voice – just like Sabrina’s.  “Sabrina! I warned you about using spells on your cousin.  It’s not fair.”  Eric squirmed in the skirt and felt nylon tights on his legs.  He looked below the tray to see he was wearing black t-bar shoes.

Sabrina scoffed and started to climb the stairs.  “Sorry but he bugged me.  The spell is cast.  He’ll be like that until he sells all the cookies.”  Eric tried to find a zip or buttons on the skirt but there were none!  It was tight around his waist with no way of getting it off.  There were buttons on his blouse but he didn’t dare undo them.  He could see the top of his white bra cups and would be too embarrassed to reveal them.

Zelda came over and put her hand on his back.  “She’s right you know”, she told him as she steered him towards the door.  He passed the mirror and saw that he now had blond hair styled just like Sabrina’s and with a blue girl scout cap.  “You are stuck like that until the spell’s conditions are fulfilled.  You have to go out and sell all those cookies.”  She opened the door.  “The neighbours on this street are usually pretty good about buying them.”

Eric was stunned at the idea of going up and down the street in a girl scout uniform selling cookies.  He stumbled along in his t-bar shoes which had a little heel on them.  He stuck his right foot out to have a look.  It had a strap around his ankle but there was no buckle on it.  There was no way he could get the skirt or shoes off and he wasn’t going to unbutton his blouse.  He cringed.

Zelda pushed him out the door.  He felt the breeze swirl up his skirt and turned to plead one last time but Zelda closed the door and he was stuck outside on the street now.

Sabrina pulled back a curtain and watched from an upstairs window.  Eric walked very gingerly down the driveway.  He looked up and down the street desperately hoping not to be seen.  There was a lady walking away about a hundred yards down the street but it was otherwise clear.  He scampered along quickly to the next driveway and went in.  He was constantly looking over his shoulder and twitched nervously if there was any sound like a door opening.  He paused before walking up to the door.  He clearly had to prepare himself for his first public encounter as a girl.

He stepped forward and rang the doorbell.  Sabrina could see him cringe again, realizing that there was no going back now.  She could see his frightened look as he obviously could hear footsteps approaching the door.  It opened and he tried to smile.  She almost felt sorry for him, he looked so pathetic.  Almost.

There was a brief exchange and the door closed.  He winced, clearly having failed to sell a cookie.  The wind rustled his skirt again and he scampered off to the next door.  Sabrina let the curtain go and went back to her book feeling very satisfied with her solution.

It was lunchtime when Eric knocked on the door.  Zelda let him in. Sabrina came trotting down the stairs.  Eric walked in looking forlorn.  Zelda looked at his tray.  He hadn’t sold even a tenth of the supply.

“It’s going to take me ages to sell these” Eric protested, stomping his t-bar shoe on the floor.  “Come in and have lunch” Zelda said, helping him raise the strap over his head and taking his tray of cookies over to the table.

Eric was relieved to have the weight taken off but looked down again at his little breasts nestling in his blouse, his unremovable skirt, the brown tan of his tights and the buckleless shoes.  He sighed heavily.  “Please let me out of this Sabrina”, he begged.  “I told you there is nothing I can do”, she insisted and Zelda didn’t contradict her.

“Well that’s not entirely true”, Sabrina continued thoughtfully.  Eric looked up hopefully.  “I can’t cancel the spell but I could do something to help you sell them more quickly.”  Eric’s face displayed mixed emotions about that.  “What do you mean?”

She pointed her finger again.  “The odds are poor according to the bookies, so help poor Eric sell more cookies!”  She zapped him.

When the stars cleared Eric looked down.  His breasts had swollen and now stretched the buttons on his blouse.  Another button was undone and the lace top of his bra peeked out.  He had to stretch his neck to see below his breasts and saw that his skirt was now half as short and pleated.  When he looked down, blond curls dangled at the edge of his vision.  He tried to walk over to the mirror and almost fell forward.  His shoes now had four-inch heels.  He looked down in shock.  They were still strapped to his ankle with no buckle.  His tights did not appear to have changed though.

He composed himself before trying to walk again.  He had to adjust for the weight of his bigger boobs and the high heels.  He tottered forward and felt a strange stretching up under his skirt.  Zelda was now behind him.  “Ooh!  Seamed stockings!  Nice touch.”

When he faced the mirror he saw that he was fully made up with scarlet lipstick, fluttering false-eyelashes, eye-shadow and liner and blush.  He put his hand up to his face in shock.  Bright red nail extensions were glued to each finger.  “You’ll definitely sell more looking like that”, Zelda confirmed.  “But I’ve already knocked on every door in the street”, he protested.  “Try the mall next”, Sabrina added calmly as she went back upstairs, “that’s what I would do”, she tittered.

Zelda gave Eric his lunch and then helped him on with his tray of cookies.  She tried not to laugh at his bulging blouse.  “The mall is only half a mile away.  Turn right at the end of the street.  There will be lots of people in the afternoon.  You’ll sell loads of cookies!” she tried to reassure him.

He cringed at the idea of appearing like this in front of lots of people!  She looked at his high heels and realized that the mall was not “just” half a mile away.  It would seem a lot further to poor Eric.

She opened the door.  Eric winced and then minced out in his heels.  By the time he reached the footpath he realized that walking half-a-mile was going to be agony.

When he came limping up back up the path, Sabrina could see that he had sold more than half the cookies.  She came bounding down the stairs as Zelda let him in.  He immediately headed for a chair reaching out to steady himself.  He lowered himself into the chair gingerly.  His skirt rode up and Sabrina sniggered on seeing the tops of his stockings and the suspender straps.

He sighed.  “There are still 8 cookies left to sell.”  “You’ll have no problem selling them at the mall this evening.  Lots of business men go there after work”, Sabrina told him brightly.  He sighed again but clearly realized that he was going to have to go back after his dinner and sell the rest.  She was right – he would sell them eventually.

Zelda helped him on with his tray after dinner.  Sabrina came up behind him.  “Your seam is crooked sweetie.”  She lifted the back of his short pleated skirt and he gave a little jump in surprise.  She slipped her fingers inside the top of his stocking and tugged it until his seam was straight.  “There!”  She lowered his skirt again and gave it a little tug.  It was still firmly secured around his waist.

He turned to face her.  “Thanks”, he muttered with an ungrateful frown.  Zelda opened the door.  He braced himself again, clutched his tray and minced out the door.  The more persistent breeze had blown up and his skirt fluttered up when he went.  Sabrina caught a glimpse of the lace-trim on his panties that he was unaware of.

He tried to smooth his skirt down with his right hand but the tray almost tipped over so he had to grab it again.  He had no choice but to walk down the street clutching the tray and resigning himself to the fact that the breeze could play freely with his short skirt.

As he approached the mall having now walked a total of one and a half miles in the high heels he noticed that the high building was creating even bigger gusts.  Sabrina was right though.  There were lots of men in suits.

He took a deep breath and strode purposefully towards the mall entrance, feeling more confident now in the heels.  His skirt fluttered wildly.  He could only console himself with the thought that it would help him sell his eight remaining cookies ever more quickly!

[sissykimmy1]

Really digging it so far. Can't wait for more. The magic approach is different from your other stories and it really opens up a ton of possibilities. Looking forward to what you come up with!

[DaraJaney]

Episode 2

Sabrina arrived home all excited still wearing her softball uniform.  “We’ve reached the final!”  “Oh well done!” Hilda congratulated her.  “When will the final be?”  “On Saturday.  I can’t wait!”

But Saturday is Granny’s birthday.  We’re going to visit her, remember?  Sabrina sighed heavily.  In her excitement she’d forgotten.  “Do I HAVE to go?” she pleaded.  “I’ve been training for this all year!”

Eric came into the room.  Sabrina frowned.  He had a knack of always turning up at the most awkward moments?  “Yes you have to!  You have to wear that dress she sent you for your birthday.  She hasn’t seen you in it yet.”

“But Aunt Hilda, that dress is so dumb!  You can’t make me wear it.”  Eric was enjoying this.  “Don’t be ungrateful” Zelda scolded her.  “Your grandmother naturally has old-fashioned tastes.”  “But an 8-year-old wouldn’t wear it!”  “Now Sabrina.  We are going to your grandmothers on her birthday and you are wearing that dress.  That’s an end to it.  Family comes first.”  “That’s right”, Eric teased, “family comes first!”

Sabrina sneered at him.   “And I suppose that includes cousins does it?”  “That’s right!” he confirmed.  Sabrina winced but then had a thought.  “includes cousins” she muttered to herself.  Eric gave her a puzzled look as she passed him and went upstairs.

Hilda and Zelda were pleased that Sabrina didn’t argue the point any further that week.  She appeared to have accepted that she was going to have to miss the final.

On Saturday morning Zelda was getting dressed when she heard the front door bang shut.  She looked out the window to see a girl in a softball uniform jogging down the driveway.  Surely it wasn’t Sabrina, she thought.  Perhaps one of her team mates was checking one last time if she was coming.  Zelda couldn’t see the face from above because of the peaked cap.

She left her bedroom and marched down the corridor calling “Sabrina!”  When she heard no answer she had to assume that it was her niece who had just walked out the front door in her softball uniform.  So she just opened the bedroom door and walked right in.

She was surprised to see Sabrina standing there in the pink flouncy dress, white opaque tights and  pink Mary Janes.  A large pink bow was pinned in her hair at the back.  The dress appeared to be shorter on her than Zelda remembered when she made her try it on first.  But it was very surprising that Granny had found such a childish dress in such a large size in the first place!

Sabrina flinched as her aunt entered and was clearly mortified.  But if she was so embarrassed why had she so willingly dressed up already?  And where did those cute pink Mary Janes come from?  Sabrina never possessed anything like that.

Then she realized that the bright red embarrassed face wasn’t quite right.  “Eric?”  The boy’s eyes searched the carpet in embarrassment.  “Please get me out of this”, he begged, holding out the skirt of the pink dress, revealing the layers of petticoats underneath.

Zelda sighed.  “Will you never learn to stop teasing her?!”  Eric grimaced, realizing that it was his teasing that led him to this predicament.  Sabrina had been relatively nice to him since the girl scout incident and he’d assumed that she had listened to her aunts’ admonishments not to use her magic on her cousin.

Zelda turned him around and reached up to the top button on the back of the dress.  There were buttons sown in but they couldn’t be opened.  “Sorry but it can’t be taken off.”

Eric stomped his pink Mary Janes frustratedly and his petticoats fluttered prettily.  Zelda tried not to smile.  “Perhaps you can get the tights off?” she suggested trying to be helpful to the poor boy.  He reached under his petticoats and pulled them up.  He found that was wearing pink frilly pettipants.  “Ugh!”  Zelda had to put her hand up to her face to conceal her laughter.  Hilda walked in to find Eric standing in the pink dress, holding his petticoats up and showing off his pink pettipants.  He dropped his petticoats quickly and squirmed.

“Sabrina up to her tricks again?” Hilda sympathized.  Eric just sighed.  “Here let me see”, Zelda said as she reached under his petticoats and pulled them up.  Eric stood mortified as she revealed his pink pettipants again.  She put her fingers inside the waist band of his pettipants.  There was something sown into the band.  She ran her fingers around to the back until she felt something. She couldn’t help noticing how cute Eric’s butt looked in the layers of pink lace.

She found a little padlock.  It held the thin metal chain that was sown into the waist band.  “I’m afraid that your frillies are locked on to you.  No way you can get your tights off.”  Eric looked crushed.

Zelda lowered his petticoats and was just wondering how he was going to go to the toilet when she idly put her hands in her pockets.  She felt something that wasn’t there before.  She recognized the outline of a small key.  But she left it there.  Poor Eric was going to have to go to Granny’s in Sabrina’s place.  Fortunately Granny was a little short sighted and probably wouldn’t notice Eric’s slightly different face.

“I suppose the bow is stuck in place too”, Hilda sympathized.  Eric reached up to the bow at the back of his head.  His dress rode up and his aunts could see the lower frills on his pettipants peeking from below his petticoats.  Zelda was going to say something but then decided that perhaps he was better off not knowing.

“We’d better have breakfast”, she suggested instead.  Eric looked crushed.  He was clearly stuck in the pink dress and white tights until Sabrina freed him and she was nowhere to be found.  He slouched along the corridor.

“Now dear”, Zelda stopped him.  “We’ll have to work on your deportment if you are to convince Granny.”  Eric was shocked.  “You’re not seriously going to make me go like this?!” he clutched his skirts in panic.  “We have to!  We can’t get the dress off you and somebody approximating Sabrina is going to have to appear in front of Granny in that dress.”  Eric was speechless.

“Let’s practice going down the stairs for a start” Hilda suggested and she trotted down to the bottom.  She turned and looked up at Eric standing at the top looking at the stairs dubiously.  Zelda nudged him from behind.  “Come along now.”  Eric clutched the bannister with his left hand.  He couldn’t see the steps beneath his voluminous petticoats.  He searched tentatively with his pink Mary Janes for the first step and went down.  He figured out the spacing of the steps and moved a little more quickly.  His petticoats and skirt started to flutter upwards.

Hilda, looking upwards, put her hand up to her face to hide her amusement.  She could already see his pink pettipants before he even started descending and his ballooning petticoats revealed a few more layers of lace but she said nothing.

Eric was relieved to reach the bottom of the stairs and smooth his petticoats down.  “Now walk across the room.” Zelda ordered.  Eric carefully moved forward his arms held out daintily hovering above his petticoats.  “Very good!”  Hilda went off to prepare breakfast.

He had to be taught to gather his petticoats neatly under his bottom before sitting and then carefully smooth them out after standing to ensure that they weren’t sticking up and revealing his pink frillies.

When Zelda picked up her car keys and said “let’s go then” Eric cringed.  She smiled sympathetically.  “You just have to stop teasing Sabrina.”  He sighed.  She opened the door.  He eyed it cautiously but flounced forwards.

He gathered his petticoats carefully when sitting in to the back of the car.  He had great difficulty finding the seatbelt slot under all his organza and satin.  Hilda reached in the door.  “Here are some of Sabrina’s old books to help you get into character.”  He took the books and shuffled through them.  “My Little Princess”, “The Little House on the Prairie” he sighed heavily.

“I’m going to drive by the softball park and give Sabrina a piece of my mind!” Zelda announced.  Eric squirmed in his dress but just sighed.  They pulled up at the side of the road closest to the practice nets.  Sabrina was using the automatic pitcher.  She saw the car and walked over.

Eric glared at her red pants gloomily and then looked down at his pink dress and white tights.  He folded his arms crossly on his petticoats.  Sabrina leaned down at the window.  “I’m going to have words with you young lady!” Zelda said angrily.  “You can’t keep doing this to your cousin!”  “I was only following what he said”, Sabrina countered.  Eric looked up curiously wondering what she meant.  “Family comes first - including cousins!  Thanks for stepping in for me when I needed it … cousin!”

“Well”, Zelda concluded looking back at him, “I suppose he did bring it on himself to some extent.”  Eric just looked down at the floor and his pretty pink bow at the back of his head perked up.  “Wish your cousin well in her match”, Hilda ordered him.

Eric squirmed.  “Good luck in your match”, he muttered ungraciously.  “You have a great day too!” Sabrina smiled sweetly at him.  “You’re certainly going to remember it!”  Eric cringed as Zelda pulled away and he was driven off to his Granny’s in his pink dress and white tights.  He watched Sabrina hitch up her pants and stride back to the practice nets.

Eric stood nervously on his Granny’s doorstep as Zelda rang the bell.  He clutched his petticoats anxiously as both aunts looked him up and down from head to toe wondering if he would be convincing enough.  From his pink hair bow, down the frills at the front of his pink dress, to his ballooning petticoats, snow white tights and his pink Mary Janes.  They could both still picture his pink frilly pettipants from his earlier exposure.

The door opened.  “Hello!” his Granny called out happily.  He tried to smile.  “Come in, come in!”  His aunts went first and Eric flounced in after them his petticoats rocking and in danger of exposing his pink frillies.  She quickly tried to steady them.

“Oh you’re wearing the dress I bought you!  Wait until I get my glasses!”  They all looked at each other nervously hoping that, even with her glasses she wouldn’t be able to see anything odd.  She slipped them on and looked Eric up and down.  He tried not to squirm too much.  Zelda was amused to see him smiling in his pink dress.

“Oh my goodness!” his Granny made an awkward face.  “That style of dress is rather young for you isn’t it?”  Eric wanted to say “you said it!” but Zelda looked at him crossly and shook her head.  “Oh no Granny, I really love it!”  He almost choked on the words.  “My goodness how tall you’ve grown!” she commented looking at his long legs in his white tights.  Eric was concerned that his pink pettipants might be showing and tried to push his petticoats down but they were so springy they resisted.

“Shall we sit?” Zelda suggested.  “No”, Granny went for her coat.  “I’ve booked a nice restaurant for us.  It’s new and very popular but I managed to get the last table.”  Eric cringed.  He was going to have to walk into a crowded restaurant wearing a flouncy pink dress that he now knew that even his Granny thought was too sissy and short!  Hilda smiled sympathetically at him but showed him the door.

The waitress tried to be professional and hide her amusement.  “Follow me!”  The restaurant was packed and the tables were crammed in close together.  At several points Eric had to gather his petticoats and push through.  He cringed again when he saw the waitress go up a few steps to a raised seating area in the centre of the restaurant.  He might as well have been in a shop window.

He tried to ignore all the amused looks around him and concentrated on the menu.  Despite the crowds the restaurant never rushed its customers and each course seemed to take an eternity to come.  Perhaps it just seemed that way to Eric who felt he was the centre of attention.

When they pushed their deserts away, he felt that the end was in sight.  The lights dimmed and from the far corner a waiter appeared with a birthday cake with many many candles.  Oh no, he thought.  The waiter headed straight for their table.  All heads in the restaurant turned towards them.  Eric cringed.

His Granny stood up to let the waiter put the cake on the table in front of her and accept all the applause.  Zelda and Hilda politely stood up too.  Eric scrambled to his feet.  He tried to smooth down his petticoats but those in the tables below him could see up his dress anyway and tittered at the pink frills.

His Granny started a speech of thanks.  He winced.  He desperately wanted to sit down again.  Eventually he was able to gather his petticoats and sit.

He leaned over to Zelda.  “I need the bathroom”, he whispered.  And looked down at his waist to remind her that he was locked into the pettipants and tights.  What was he going to do?  Zelda tried to give him a reassuring look and reached into her hand bag.  She held her hand out to him under the table.  He looked puzzled but reached out and felt the key.  He was initially relieved but then thought about it.  She could have released him from his frilly pink pettipants and snow white tights if she’d wanted to.  Zelda just shrugged apologetically.

He sighed but pushed his chair back and braced himself for the walk to the toilets.  “They’re at the back on the right”, Hilda directed him.  They would be.  He went down the steps quickly and his petticoats ballooned.  Once again he had to gather his petticoats, trying not to expose any pink frills and squeeze between chairs to very amused looks.

He finally reached the corner where the toilets were and smoothed down his petticoats.  He pushed the door open and without thinking reached out to push the Gents door open.  Then he froze, looked down at his pink dress and quickly headed for the Ladies.

Once inside a cubicle he reached up under his petticoats at the back and unlocked the padlock.  He pulled his pink frilly pettipants down to his ankles and then pulled his white tights down.  The cool air on his skin was such a relief.

He had great difficultly gathering his petticoats to sit on the toilet.  He remembered that he couldn’t take the dress off and the petticoats were attached.   Eventually he was able to pee and poo.  Wiping his bottom was a nightmare.  He was terrified of getting stains on his petticoats.  Eventually he felt clean enough to pull his tights up again.

He looked at his pink pettipants and wondered did he really have to wear them.  But he had nothing to carry them in and thought he’d be in trouble if he just discarded them.  Reluctantly he pulled his pink pettipants up over his tights.  At least he didn’t have to lock them on again.

He reached around the back to ensure nothing was exposed where he couldn’t see.  He felt the hem of his satin dress and was satisfied.  He opened the door and walked towards the sinks.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  His petticoats had lost none of their spring and projected out widely at the sides.  He washed his hands and braced himself for the walk back.

As he pushed through the chairs he felt that the laughter was even greater than before as he passed.  He grew more and more concerned as he ascended the steps.  As he passed Zelda who looked equally puzzled she went “Oh sweetie!”  She reached behind his back and pulled the hems of his petticoats out of the waist band of his pettipants.  He realized that the full bottom of his frilly pink pettipants had been on display as he walked across the room.  He had felt the back of his dress but his petticoats had been caught.  He should have checked more thoroughly in the bathroom mirror!

Eric just wanted to die at that point.  “Why had he teased Sabrina?!”

[Sylphie]

Thanks sooomuch Darajaney.  I think your one of the best authors ever!

[DaraJaney]

Episode 3

“You two have lazed around her for the last week!  It’s about time you helped out a bit around the house”, Zelda admonished Sabrina and Eric who were lounging in the sitting room.  They threw their eyes up and went “yeah, yeah” dismissively.

“Hilda and I are spending the day in town and we expect to see the place spick and span when we get back!”  The two teenagers surveyed the room with its empty pizza boxes, drinks cans and scraps of food spilled on the carpet.  “What a drag”, Sabrina sighed.  For once Eric agreed with her and they found something in common at last.  “Yeah, what ya gonna do?”

Zelda and Hilda arrived back around 5pm which was much earlier than Sabrina had expected.  They usually had dinner out when they went into town.  Sabrina had her feet up on the coffee table and lay back on the sofa.  She sat up suddenly when they came in.

Zelda was about to admonish her for lazing around.  But then she noticed that the place HAD been cleaned.  She looked at the ornaments on the mantelpiece.  She couldn’t remember the last time they had been dusted but they were perfectly shiny now.

But Sabrina had a very guilty look on her face.  Zelda and Hilda were puzzled.  Why did she look so guilty when it appeared that they had done what they were told to do?

The door from the kitchen opened.  Eric walked in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his aunts.  He was wearing a black maid’s uniform with white lace collar and trimmings and layers of petticoats.  A frilly apron was tied around his waist.  He wore black stockings – Zelda could see lace stocking tops peeking under his short petticoats.  He tottered in four-inch heels and had a lace headband pinned in his hair.  His face was fully made-up with bright lipstick, eye-shadow, blush and false eyelashes.  He held a tray with an already opened bottle of Prosecco.  She could see that his nails were painted red.

“Sabrina!”  Zelda scolded her.  Sabrina put her empty Prosecco glass down on the table rather sheepishly.  Eric didn’t know what to do, he just stood there holding the tray,  fluttering his false eyelashes.  It was clear to Zelda and Hilda that he was under a spell to obey Sabrina’s orders and didn’t know what to do in this situation.

Sabrina spoke up.  “That’s OK … eh, Fifi … you can leave the bottle back.”  Her fun was clearly at an end.  Eric curtsied and said “Oui Mademoiselle” in an absurd French accent and turned to go but Hilda interjected.  “Hold on a moment!”  Eric froze again unsure what to do.  “Is that Prosecco?” Hilda asked.  “Oui Madame”, Eric/Fifi answered.   Hilda pointedly looked around the sparklingly clean room – it was much cleaner than they had ever had it.  “Well, fetch two more glasses then … Fifi.”  “Oui Madame” Eric curtsied and turned and flounced into the kitchen.

He returned momentarily with two glasses on the tray.  He tottered over to the coffee table in his heels and placed the tray down.  When he leaned over and poured the Prosecco into the glasses his aunts saw his lacey black panties with several rows of frilly white lace.  They glared at Sabrina.  “Just having a little fun with it”, she replied sheepishly.

“Fifi, please take our coats”, Hilda ordered.  His hands were now free of the tray so he took his petticoats in his fingertips and executed a much deeper curtsey and bowed his head.  “Oui Madame.”  Zelda and Hilda handed their coats to the maid.  “Merci Mesdames!” he squeaked and curtsied yet again, obviously programmed by Sabrina to curtsey whenever he spoke.  He flounced over to the cloakroom.  His aunts noticed the ruler-straight seams on his stockings right down to the Cuban heel.  They appreciated Sabrina’s attention to detail.

Eric closed the cloakroom door and stood with his hands clasped on top of his petticoats awaiting further instruction.  Zelda could see the mortification in his eyes.  Sabrina had clearly left him conscious of the fact that he was a boy dressed up as a French Maid but under a spell to follow instructions without hesitation.

“Did Fifi do all of this?” Zelda asked, looking around the room, clearly impressed.  Sabrina nodded.  “She’s very good once given precise instructions.”  She put down her glass.  “Fifi, have you finished cleaning upstairs?”  “Non Mademoiselle” Eric curtsied holding his petticoats out daintily.  “Well you’d better get back to it then” she ordered quite sternly.  She looked at her aunts to see if they were going to object.  They both sat back on the sofa and sipped their Prosecco.  “Oui Mademoiselle” Eric curtsied rather hurriedly and scampered off in response to the assertive command.

He picked up a feather duster from a shelf.  He trotted up the stairs quickly, his petticoats flouncing and revealing more and more of his frilly panties as he ascended.  His feather duster was clutched in his right hand and his left arm was held out to the side with his hand dangling limp-wristedly.  Zelda sipped her Prosecco.  “We might let you away with it this time Sabrina.”  They all chuckled.

They sipped their sparkling wine and watched a movie, listening to the scampering of high heels in the rooms above.  When they finished their drinks Sabrina leaned forward lazily and picked up a little bell.  She gave it a little tinkle.

They heard  Fifi’s heels coming along the corridor upstairs.  Eric descended the stairs in a flurry of frilly petticoats.  He scampered over in front of Sabrina and gave a full curtsey with petticoats held out “Oui Mademoiselle?”  “More Prosecco!”  “Oui Mademoiselle.”  Eric trotted off to the kitchen.  Hilda noticed that his stocking seams had strayed a little off straight.  He returned with the bottle of Prosecco and poured three glasses, emptying the bottle.

“Make sure there is another bottle in the fridge Fifi.”  Zelda thought she detected a little wince in Eric’s eyes at the realization that he was going to have to continue serving them Prosecco into the evening.  But it was just for a moment.  He curtsied “Oui Mademoiselle.”  He returned to the kitchen and they heard the empty bottle being dropped into the recycling.

He returned, stood in front of Sabrina and gave another deep curtsey “Mademoiselle”.  “Fifi?” Hilda addressed him.  “Oui Madame”.  Eric gave her a deep curtsey with his petticoats held out as always.  “I think the seams of your stockings are a little crooked.”  “Ooh la la! Excusez moi!”  He flounced over to the hall mirror, turned his back to it and twisted to examine his seams.  He reached up under his petticoats and tugged at the lace tops of his black stockings.  The left one was simple enough to straighten but with the right stocking he needed to reattach the suspender strap a little to one side.

Sabrina and his aunts giggled quietly as he struggled with his stockings.  Eventually he smoothed down his petticoats and scampered back in front of Hilda.  “Merci Madame”, he curtsied.  “Turn around, let me see.”  Eric tottered around on his heels and stood with his stocking seams facing Hilda.   He held his arms out at the sides with his hands bent outwards daintily.

“I can’t see your seams right to the top”, she told him and tried not to giggle too much.  Eric reached behind and pulled up his petticoats revealing the tops of his stockings, his suspenders and his black and white frilly panties.  “Hmmm”, Hilda delayed keeping the boy standing there exposing his lingerie to them.

“I suppose it will do.”  Eric lowered his petticoats briefly, turned, then took the ends again in his fingers and gave a deep curtsey.  “Merci Madame.”  “Back to work.  Vite!”  Eric gave a little jump and quickly flounced back up the stairs.  They all laughed when he was safely out of hearing.

A little while later he flounced down the stairs again.  They watched lazily as he went to the utility room.  He emerged carrying a heavy vacuum cleaner in one hand and the hose attachment in the other.  They watched with amusement as Eric struggled up the stairs in his heels carrying the heavy implement.

Shortly afterwards they heard the noise of the vacuum cleaner and heard it being pushed back and forth over a carpet upstairs.  Zelda raised her eyebrows to Sabrina, clearly impressed.  But she had to see this.  “Excuse me.”  She tiptoed up the stairs.

Eric was vacuuming her room with his back to the door.  He held the vacuum cleaner hose in his right hand while his left arm dangled limp-wristedly on the other side.  She was pleased to see that he kept mincing around even when there was no one looking.  Due to his high heels he had to lean forward a little to vacuum and she could see the white frills on his panties flutter as he moved it back and forth.

The vacuuming must have continued for another hour.  Sabrina tinkled the bell for more drink on one occasion when Eric turned it off to move rooms.  He came scampering down the stairs and there was lots more curtseying as he was ordered to bring more drink.  He was half way back up the stairs when Hilda said “some nuts would be nice”.  There appeared to be an irritated pause by Fifi on the stairs.  But Eric flounced back down, curtsied, “Oui Madame” and went into the kitchen to fetch them.

Eventually he tottered unsteadily down the stairs carrying the vacuum cleaner and returned it to the utility room.  He flounced over to Sabrina, curtsied.  “Ze doosting et vakooming est fini Mademoiselle.”  It took her a little time to disentangle his Franglais.  “Very good.  There are just the four bathrooms to clean now.”  They could see the crestfallen look in his eyes but he curtsied “Oui Mademoiselle.”

“But first I think we could do with pizza!”  “Yes!” Zelda confirmed, “there’s a large one in the freezer.”  Eric curtsied.  “Oui Mademoiselle” and flounced off to the kitchen and turned on the oven.  He emerged carrying bathroom sprays and cloths and a pair of rubber gloves.  He scampered up the stairs.

About ten minutes later he reappeared and went into the kitchen, presumably to put the pizza in the heated oven.  He flounced upstairs again.  About 15 minutes later there was a ping from the kitchen.  They could hear his rubber gloves being pulled off and he minced down the stairs again.  A few minutes later he emerged with a tray of 3 plates each with a quarter of the pizza.  He placed one in front of each of them daintily and then stood back and curtsied.  “Mesdames!”

“Please top up our glasses.”  “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied and scampered off to the kitchen. He returned with the bottle and topped them up.  “Mesdames!” he curtsied holding his petticoats with only one hand as he still held the bottle.  “Black pepper please” Hilda requested.  Eric turned to face her, curtsied.  “Oui Madame.”  He flounced off again and returned with the pepper grinder.  He leaned over Hilda’s pizza and turned the grinder.  “Thank you.”  Eric just curtsied, clearly not knowing the French for ‘you’re welcome’.

He held the pepper grinder over Zelda’s pizza.  “Madame?”  “Yes thank you.”  He ground the pepper and then curtsied.  He minced over to Sabrina’s pizza.  “Go ahead.”  He peppered her pizza and curtsied.

“You may eat your portion in the kitchen”, she told him.  “Merci Mademoiselle”.  He curtsied but hesitated.  “Puis-je”, he hesitated, “demander une question?”  Sabrina looked up, a little irritated at being kept from her pizza.  “Oui?”  “May I”, he asked nervously, “av a leetle vin?”  “Good heavens no!  You still have lots of work to do.”  Eric jumped back a little in fright.  “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied.  “Merci Mademosielle”, he curtsied again as he backed away. “ Je m’excuse Mademoiselle”, he gave a particularly deep curtsey and bowed before scampering off to the kitchen, much chastened.  The women all giggled.

Fifi ate her pizza from the kitchen counter, perched on a stool.  Eric tried to tug his petticoats down sufficiently to cover his stocking tops and suspender straps but failed.  He hooked his high heels on a lower rung and wiggled his toes and ankles trying to seek relief from the agonizing heels during this brief respite from his housework.

As soon as he was finished his pizza he flounced out of the kitchen and over in front of Sabrina “Mademoiselle”, he curtsied awaiting an order.  “Take away these plates and wash up!” she ordered.  “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied and gathered up the plates.  They heard the taps going in the kitchen and the clinking of plates.

Soon he returned and once again curtsied in front of Sabrina “Mademoiselle”.  “You’d better get back to your bathrooms!”  “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied and scurried off without complaint.

“I suppose I’d better change him back once he’s done the bathrooms” Sabrina said and sighed.  Zelda looked around the pristine room.  “Do we have to?  This is working out rather well.”  She sipped her Prosecco.  Sabrina was shocked.  Her aunts had repeatedly told her not to take advantage of her powers over her cousin.

“His mother is coming to visit on Saturday”, Hilda reminded them.  They nodded.  “We don’t really have to change him back until then.”  They all looked at each other.  This was very naughty.  “Cheers!” Zelda raised her glass.  Sabrina and Hilda smiled and raised their glasses.  Hilda said “Santé!”  They all laughed.

(to be continued)

[DaraJaney]

Episode 4

(previously on Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin:

The door from the kitchen opened.  Eric walked in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his aunts.  He was wearing a black maid’s uniform with white lace collar and trimmings and layers of petticoats. 

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“His mother is coming to visit on Saturday”, Hilda reminded them.  They nodded.  “We don’t really have to change him back until then.”  They all looked at each other.  This was very naughty.  “Cheers!” Zelda raised her glass.  Sabrina and Hilda smiled and raised their glasses.  Hilda said “Santé!”  They all laughed.)

Sabrina reached for the bell and tinkled it.  They lay back on the sofa and heard the pleasing sound of high heels scampering along the corridor upstairs.

Fifi was ordered to bring cocoa to each of their bedrooms.  He delivered Sabrina’s last.  His cousin was propped up on fluffy pillows in her PJs.  Eric curtsied deeply and stood to await orders, shifting slightly in his uncomfortable high heels and clearly envying Sabrina in her comfy nightwear.

“You will wait in the corridor until all of our lights are switched off in case any of us have any final requests.”  “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied.  “You will sleep in the attic room.  There is bed linen in the drawers up there and a pink nightie.  You will need to make up the bed.”  “Merci Mademoiselle” he curtsied.

“You are to set the alarm for 6am, dress yourself, do your make-up and be fed by 7am.”  “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied.  She could see his eyes working out that he had less than 6 hours sleep.  “You are to stand at the top of the stairs until you hear movement in any of our rooms.  Then you will knock on the door and present yourself for instructions when given permission to enter.  “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied.  “Good night Fifi!”  “Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle.”  He gave a final deep curtsey holding his petticoats out for a few seconds.  Then he flounced out of the room.

Sabrina read for about half an hour.  Then she yawned, reached over to pick up a little bell on the bedside locker.  She tinkled it to make sure Eric was still on duty and heard the high heels coming.

Eric entered the room and curtsied “Mademoiselle.”  Please turn out the light.  “Oui Mademoiselle.”  He curtsied, scampered over to the beside lamp which was right beside the bell she had rung.  He switched off the light.

Sabrina turned over without further acknowledgement of the maid.  Eric found his way out of the room in the dark.  Sabrina listened carefully and heard the high heels ascend the stairs to the attic room.

The following morning Sabrina woke.  Her head was thumping from all the drink Eric had served her the previous day.  She reached out blindly for the bell, her head still buried in the pillow.  She gave it a tinkle and cringed as it sounded like Big Ben in her head.

A few seconds later she heard the scampering of high heels coming up the stairs.  She heard Eric enter the room.  “Bon jour Mademoiselle!”  He gave a very deep curtsey, bowed and held his petticoats out and maintained that position before looking up and seeing that Sabrina’s head was still buried in the pillow.

“Paracetamol please!”  “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied.  “Madame Zelda has ordered coffee and I am making Madame Hilda’s toast, Mademoiselle”, he pleaded.  “Paracetamol now!”  “Oui Mademoiselle”, he blurted and curtsied quickly before scampering from the room.

He returned momentarily with the tablets and a glass of water on a tray.  “Mademoiselle”, he curtsied.  Sabrina forced herself to sit up and popped a pill before taking a swig of water.  A bell tinkled in another room.  Eric didn’t know what to do and awaited instruction.  “You’d better see to that”, she told him.  “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied and scampered off, his petticoats twirling.

“Where’s my coffee”, she heard from another room.  “Je m’excuse Madame Zelda”, Eric curtsied and had no time to explain as a tinkle came from the third room.  He tottered over there.  “Where’s my toast?”  “Je m’excuse Madame Hilda!” he curtsied and hurried off.  There was no time to worry about his petticoats ballooning as he rushed down the stairs.

Sabrina listened to the desperate scampering up and the down the stairs.  She needed coffee now.  The next time she heard the high heels scurry past on the corridor she rang the bell.  The high heels stopped.  The door opened and Eric walked in carrying a tray of toast.  “Oui Madmoiselle?”, he curtsied very carefully holding the tray.  “Coffee!”  “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied again and turned.  “And your seams are not straight”, she lied.  “Ooh la la!  Je m’excuse Mademoiselle!”

Eric put the tray down, went over to the mirror, turned around and lifted up his petticoats.  He couldn’t see how his stocking seams were crooked but he dutifully tugged at them anyway.  “Let me see”, she insisted.  Eric stood with his back to Sabrina with his white-gloved hands held out daintily.  “I can’t see them right to the top” she told him.  Eric leaned forward so that she could see the tops of his stockings and his black and white frilly panties.  A bell tinkled in another room and he gave a little jump.

“That’ll do.  You’d better see to the others.”  “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied.  He had half turned to go and she added “then bring me toast”.  He turned back to her and curtsied “Oui Mademoiselle”.  The other bell tinkled again and he hurried off.

So he spent the rest of the morning scampering up and down the stairs for his demanding mistresses.  Then they decided that it was really proper to have the whole house dusted and vacuumed every day –and the bathrooms thoroughly cleaned.  Eric was kept busy with that but was constantly interrupted having to serve the three women’s every need.

On Friday, Zelda decided that the windows needed a good cleaning.  This meant Eric spent a good part of the day tottering on a step ladder in his high heels reaching right up to the top corners of the windows while one or other of his tormentors watched carefully from below, looking up his petticoats at his exposed frilly panties while they pointed out bits that he had missed.

When he had finished all windows upstairs and down he presented himself in front of Sabrina and curtsied.  “Very good Fifi.  Now the outsides.”  Eric shuddered.  He looked nervously out the front window.  There was a good sized hedge but there was every possibility of being seen from the street in his short maid’s uniform, stockings and suspenders and high heels.  But there was no possibility of refusing an order from Sabrina.  He curtsied, “Oui Mademoiselle.”

She watched as he carried the step ladder outside awkwardly in his high heels.  He opened the door and hesitated before going outside dressed as a maid for the first time.  He flinched as the breeze played with his petticoats.  He decided to do the back windows first and put off the exposed front of the house for now.

Sabrina listened to the squeaks of cloth against window.  Every now and again there was a gust and she heard a little squeal as Eric tried to control his petticoats.  Eventually he had to do the side windows, giving regular nervous glances at the street whenever he heard movement.

Then he had to do the front.  He desperately tried to clean the windows as quickly as possible but there were several points were he had to rub hard to get stains off.  He was concentrating on one when he heard steps behind.  He froze.  The wind tossed his petticoats.  He looked over his shoulder and down.  His mother looked up at him.

She had already been astonished to see this French Maid cleaning her sisters’ windows with her frilly panties on view to anyone who passed by but when she saw her son’s face looking out from below  the frilly headpiece she nearly died.

Eric scampered down from the step ladder, faced her and curtsied “Maman!”  She looked at him astonished.  “Sabrina!”

“We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow”, Zelda explained as the mortified Eric stood by in his maid’s uniform, stockings and high heels.  “Obviously not”, his mother replied, looking him up and down pointedly.

“Sorry, I’m afraid Sabrina got a little carried away again.”  “And you did what about it?” his mother pointedly asked Zelda.  His aunt was embarrassed.   She shrugged.  “Well he did such a good job as a maid!”, she explained, gesturing around the perfectly clean room.

His mother looked around.  She had never seen this house (or her own) look to clean she had to concede.  “He really did all this?”  “Oh yes.  Over the last few days”, Zelda added and then realized that she had admitted the extent to which they had taken advantage of him.  She decided not to mention how diligently he had brought them breakfast and supper in bed and drinks whenever they wanted.

“Sabrina!  You had better change him back now”, Zelda told her, more than a little disappointedly.  His mother noticed the Prosecco glasses on the coffee table and guessed that Eric’s window cleaning had been regularly interrupted by providing a drinks service.

“Just a minute”, his mother held her hand up.  “I suppose there is no reason why I shouldn’t join you for a while.  Lord knows I’ve waited on him hand and foot for many years.”  A little whimper emanated from Eric.  He had been expecting to get his trousers back but that was going to be further delayed.

“A glass of Prosecco please!” his mother ordered.  “Oui Maman”, he replied without hesitation and curtsied.  He tottered off to get it while his mother went over to the sofa.

He returned with the drink on a tray and placed it in front of her.  He curtsied “Maman”.  “Merci Fifi”, she giggled and sipped her Prosecco.  “I suppose I could let you have him for the next week”, she addressed the women.  Eric flinched.  “But then I want him for the last two weeks of the school holidays.  My house needs a good thorough cleaning!”  Eric looked on helplessly.

They all held up their drinks “Cheers!”  “Don’t you have some windows to finish”, his mother asked.  “Oui Maman”, Eric curtsied.  He scampered off towards the door.  His mother watched and smiled at his ruler-straight seams and the pretty frills of his panties as his petticoats flounced and noticed how competent he was in high heels.  Just as well, she thought.

[dolly bo peep]

Thank you, DaraJaney. This is one great story!

A lot of us are eager to read of the next planned humiliations for Eric in his last week at Sabrina's home. Will there be a big soiree at the house and will Fifi be the one who does the shopping, in addition to serving the hostesses and guests?

Then there is the return to home where Maman will be expecting Eric to clean the house and serve her.

Will Eric/Fifi's bedroom be remodeled and the closet have a number of different uniforms for various occasions?