Escape to Victoria

[DaraJaney]

Victor woke in the morning wincing as he felt his chiffon nightie and realized that it wasn’t an actual nightmare after all.  It just felt like one.

His aunt convinced him to shave his legs.  He hoped that it would mean no more white tights.  She asked him to select a dress but he couldn’t bring himself to choose one.  So she took out a sky blue dress with a wide lace collar and trimmings on the sleeves.  He sighed heavily but there wasn’t a better option as far as he could see.

His aunt zipped his dress up and went to the chest.  “Knee-high socks or tights?” she asked him.  He cringed.  He realized that he was a bit old for knee-high socks except maybe as part of a school uniform but, like all boys, he hated tights and couldn’t think of anything that was more sissy.

It didn’t help that she held up a couple of pairs of tights for him to see.  The long legs dangled in front of him giving him a mental picture of wearing them which made him cringe further.  He had to decide something though.  He reluctantly took a pair of dark blue tights.

His aunt found matching sky blue ribbons for his wig and she applied foundation and blush to his cheeks.  It was no sooner done than the doorbell rang announcing the first of many visits from neighbours.  She went to answer the door.  Victor looked at himself in the mirror in his sky blue dress which came to just above his knees.  He straightened the lace collar.  He noticed that his tights had sagged a little at the ankles and so had to pull them up and continue tugging them up under his dress.

“Victoria!” his aunt called from downstairs.  He took a deep breath made sure his skirt was smoothed down all the way around and left the room.

In the middle of the day his aunt insisted that he couldn’t stay indoors all the time and despite his pleading, she decided that he needed some fresh air.  So he found himself accompanying her down the street in his sky blue dress with more neighbours waving cheerily as they passed.

In the local park Victor winced as he saw boys running around playing football and climbing trees getting all muddy – something he certainly wasn’t going to be able to do as long as he was in dresses and tights.  His sissy appearance attracted some attention from the boys but the presence of his aunt was probably what stopped them making comments or whistling at him.  He just kept his eyes down and walked along demurely beside her.

That evening she told him that his mother wanted to meet them.  The police had visited her house and she thought that they were regularly passing by in the hope of spotting Victor.  So it was not safe for him to go home yet.  They planned to meet for lunch in the fancy hotel that was their usual meeting place.

The following morning his aunt insisted on dressing him to ensure that he looked suitably turned out for his mother and the posh hotel.  She gave him a bra and padded it out with tissues.  Then she pulled a lacey camisole down over it.  She buttoned him into a white blouse which had a lacey stand-up collar and rows of frills across the breast.  It buttoned up the back.

While his aunt rummaged through bags at the top of the wardrobe he tried to reach the buttons at the back and figured he couldn’t take this blouse off without her assistance.  He looked in the mirror and saw that the lacey camisole could be seen through his thin blouse.  He initially found his little boobs amusing but sighed heavily at the thought of going out around the busy town with this more feminine shape.

His aunt pulled down a bag and removed what looked to him like a ball of frills and lace.  She flapped it out into the shape of a three-layered petticoat.  Victor cringed.  She made him step into the petticoats and pulled it up and buttoned it around his waist.  Then she took a pink skirt from the wardrobe and threw it over his head before settling it over his petticoats.

He groaned at the pink skirt and petticoats but she insisted he had to look especially good for his mother.  There were more whimpers of protest as she selected a pair of lacey white tights but she brooked no protest and quickly pulled them over his feet and up under his petticoats.

In the bottom of the wardrobe was a selection of shoes he had been trying not to think about.  She selected a pink pair with three inch heels.  She made him walk up and down and practice in his higher heels.  Each time he turned he flinched a little as his petticoats swirled out.

His wig was soon tied up with pink ribbons and his aunt produced a white hat, white gloves and a white shoulder bag to complete his look.  He looked like he was dressed for a wedding or something.  He sighed as he realized the attention that this sissy outfit was going to get while he was out and about.

His aunt went to dress herself in her finest floral dress, colourful hat and high heels.  Victor fidgeted in his petticoats, tights and uncomfortable heels while he waited.  He was happy to defer his exposure in this mortifying get-up as long as possible.  But eventually she was ready and Victor had to clutch his shoulder bag nervously as they went out.

There was only a little breeze but being a complete novice in petticoats and hats Victor constantly alternated between smoothing his fluttering petticoats and holding his hat in place.  Several neighbours were outside chatting on this annoyingly friendly road.  “Oh how pretty you look Victoria!”  “What gorgeous petticoats!”  Victor just had to grin and bear it and try not to look to awkward in the unfamiliar clothes.

His mother was annoyingly pleased when they went into the hotel lobby.  Victor was not pleased to see his sister Marge in her t-shirt and jeans trying not to laugh too much at her brother in his frilly blouse, pink skirt, petticoats, lacey white tights, pink high heels, white gloves, hat and shoulder bag.

His mother fiddled with the frills over his boobs and tittered.  She ran her fingers through the lace trims on his petticoats, holding them up at the front revealing lots more of his lacey white tights.  “Gosh you make such a pretty girl!” she whispered.  Victor looked nervously at the hovering hotel staff terrified that they would realise that he was a boy in the most sissy clothes ever.

His mother couldn’t take her eyes of him as he sat self-consciously adjusting his petticoats and folding his arms awkwardly below his little boobs.

[krystalasbaby2017]

interesting be  nice to see how Victor ends up liking being Victoria or maybe caught, either way dresses all the time now?

[sweet baby katie]

Thank you for another lovely chapter.

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

Thank you for another great story that is progressing in the usual excellent manner.

Now Victoria is in dresses, petticoats, a stuffed bra, tights heels, a wig with ribbons and wearing makeup.

I'm eager to see what is in store next.

[DaraJaney]

Victor, desperate to get out of his sissy clothes, asked his mother if he could go home but she said that the police had been around again that morning.  Victor sighed heavily and squirmed in his lacey tights and petticoats.

He just wanted the lunch to be over as soon as possible and to get back to his aunt’s house and out of these mortifying pink and white clothes … and away from the smirking of his sister.

When lunch was finished and they were ready to go, he took his shoulder bag, stood up, carefully arranging his petticoats and looked forward to getting back – even if it was so his sissy bedroom.  But his mother had other ideas.

“Let me buy you a nice outfit”, she said to him.  Victor cringed.  “I never get to buy pretty dresses for her”, she nodded to her daughter Marge.  Victor squirmed.  He just wanted to get home.  Marge grinned broadly at the prospect of further humiliation for her brother.

Despite Victor’s pleas they strode off to the nearest mall.  He could only flounce along after them trying to keep up in his heels and steady his petticoats.  He cringed as they went into the girls’ section of a department store and started the hunt for a suitable dress for him.

His sister was only too eager despite the fact that she hated dresses herself.  She pointed to a frilly bright red dress.  Her mother shook her head.  “I’d like to get a full skirted dress that can go with his petticoats.”  “Mum!” Victor begged, terrified that she had said “his” within earshot of other people.  He looked around nervously clutching his petticoats but nobody seemed to have picked it up.

His mother found a pink dress with white polka dots that she liked.  Victor was whisked into the changing rooms and emerged nervously in the pink dress while his mother and aunt adjusted the dress over his petticoats and his sister looked on highly amused.

His mother liked it but wasn’t satisfied until he had tried on four other dresses before she agreed that the first was the prettiest anyway.  Victor threw his eyes up in frustration.  An assistant took the dress to the cash register.  Victor was at least relieved that a choice had been made and he didn’t have to try on any more dresses.

His mother stood in front of a display of tights.  “Which tights would you like to go with your new dress”, she asked Victor.  He winced.  He really didn’t care.  She insisted on taking up packs of tights, inspecting the lacey patterns and handing them to him asking what he thought.  The assistant was looking on while she rang up his new dress so he had to play along.

He realized the only way he could bring an end to the embarrassment was to choose a pair of tights.  He pointed to a pair of white tights with a floral lacey pattern and hoped that would be that.  “And why do you like them?” Marge asked with a sarcastically sweet smile.  Victor glared at her.  She was really rubbing it in.  The assistant was still listening in so Victor had to say something.  “I like the flowers”, he murmured.  “Yes they will be very pretty on you”, Marge smirked and Victor cringed at the image of himself in those flowery tights.

Nevertheless, he was relieved when his new tights were handed to the assistant to add to the purchase.  “Oh look!”  Victor winced and wondered what it was now.  His aunt was standing over a large table covered in pairs of panties.  The sign said “Special Clearance Offer: six pairs for ÂŁ2!”  “See if you can find six pairs of Medium size”, his mother told him.

Victor cringed but had little choice but to start searching through the pile.  He had to take each pair of panties and check the label for Medium.  Not surprisingly in a clearance sale most were Extra Large or Extra Small.  It took him ages to find a Medium pair.  They were almost a florescent pink with thick lace and frills across the bum.  He wasn’t surprised they were left over.

Normally the idea of rummaging through girls’ panties would be a turn on for Victor.  However, the idea that he would be wearing these made it an entirely different thing.  All of the Medium pairs he could find were the most mortifying sissy colours and designs that nobody would want.  It must have taken him twenty minutes going through the entire pile of panties to find six Medium pairs.

Marge looked down at his selection and smiled.  He knew that there was something coming.  “So these are you favourites are they?” she asked him, making sure that the assistant overheard.  Victor cringed but had no choice but to say yes.

A queue had formed at the cash register and Victor had to stand there in front of them while the assistant took each pair of panties he had selected, held them up in front of all the onlookers and folder them carefully before adding them to his shopping bag.  He could see the amused smirks at the embarrassing colours and sissy designs.

So he finally got to leave the shop.  But he was clutching a bag with his new pink and white polka dot full skirted dress, three pairs of white lacey tights (Marge had insisted on buying him another two pairs of the prettiest patterns she could find) and six pairs of frilly panties.  “Now we just need an occasion for you to wear your new outfit”, his mother added.  Victor winced.

[Andlat]

With all these lovely new clothes, Victor must realize he's in it for the long haul!

[DaraJaney]

The next day a neighbour of Victor’s aunt visited.  He tried to smile in his apricot dress and tan tights, accept the compliments politely and drink his tea.  He wasn’t really paying much attention to the women’s conversation until the neighbour asked how long he was likely to be staying there.  His aunt was as vague as usual on the subject and Victor wondered again how long he was likely to have to wear dresses and act like a girl.

“She must be missing school though”, the neighbour observed.  His aunt nodded.  “Well it would be difficult to get a school to take her for a short period”, she added defensively.  The neighbour thought about it.  “I know Mother Superior at St Agnes’s Convent.  I’m sure she’d be happy to take her.  They are struggling for numbers these days.  Most mothers don’t want to send their girls to a convent these days and St Agnes’s has retained a very traditional curriculum.”  His aunt tried to be politely non-committal but the neighbour wasn’t having it.  “I’ll set up an interview for you tomorrow.”  Victor looked desperately at his aunt waiting for her to refuse but she didn’t and he was left squirming at the idea of going to see the convent.

Victor pleaded with his aunt but still ended up the next day sitting under the authoritative gaze of Mother Superior in his sky blue dress.  His aunt assured him that the convent’s fees were totally unaffordable and there was no way she was sending him there.  She was just going in order to keep her neighbour happy.

Mother Superior outlined the traditional nature of the school’s curriculum.  “We produce very eligible young ladies from this school – something much in need these days”, she told them.  His aunt just smiled.  Victor knew that neither she nor her mother would send a daughter to a school like this.  They wanted their daughters to be strong independent women.  Victor wasn’t worried.  He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Of course, in this special case we would waive the fee”, Mother Superior told his aunt.  She perked up.  “Oh really?”  Victor frowned.  “Yes and she can start right away.”  Victor looked at his aunt waiting for her refusal.  But she said nothing.

Mother Superior leaned forward and pressed a button on her desk.  “Sister Angela, would you bring a full uniform in here please … I’d say a medium.”   Victor’s jaw dropped open.  He glared at his aunt.  She ignored him.  “That’s very kind of you.”

Sister Angela came in carrying a white blouse, blue plaid skirt, and blue tights.  “You can change in my private bathroom here Victoria”, Mother Superior instructed him firmly.  Victor cringed.  His aunt just smiled at the prim uniform.  He had little choice but to take the proffered uniform and go into the bathroom.  He couldn’t believe he was doing this but his aunt was doing nothing to save him.

He emerged wearing the blouse, pleated skirt which came to just above his knees – the approved length – and the blue tights.  His aunt took his sky blue dress and put it in her bag.  He looked at it almost longingly.

“Very good.  The girls are on break now and classes are about to resume”, she told them looking at her watch.  “Come along.”  Victor tugged at his pleated skirt nervously and gave his aunt another pleading look which she ignored.

He was led into the school yard just as the bell rang.  Girls started lining up for their class.  Mother Superior pointed at one of the lines where half a dozen girls were already lined up, clearly trying to behave themselves in the presence of the principal.  “You can join this class”, she instructed.  Victor reluctantly got into line behind the girls.  Within seconds another ten girls had lined up behind him.

Almost immediately the line ahead moved towards the door and Victor was given a little nudge and had to follow.  He was now a convent schoolgirl heading into his first class!  As he passed a teacher she called out “stop slouching new girl!”  The other girls tittered as Victor put his head up and thrust his little boobs out in front.  “What’s your name?” the teacher demanded.  “Victoria”, Victor managed to say.  “Don’t mumble!  Run along now!”  Victor had to run a little to catch up and his skirt fluttered annoyingly until he clutched it.

The first lesson was two hours of what was euphemistically called “Domestic Science”.  The room had cookers down one end and dress making stuff at the other end.  Of course Victor was useless at any of it, much to the amusement of the real convent girls.  It just meant he was constantly under the close supervision of the dedicated teacher.

The next lesson was Secretarial Studies.  Victor winced as he tried his hand at typing and answering the phone in a cheerfully girly manner.  He was going to kill his aunt when he got home.

But she was having none of it and insisted that they weren’t going to insult the neighbour – he was going to have to continue at the convent until it was safe for him to go home.  He should be grateful for the free education!

His mother continued to insist that they were still under observation by the authorities.  She was pleased to see that the convent was reporting that Victoria was quickly improving her typing, dress making and flower arranging skills.  Victor cringed recalling the strict supervision at the school which left him little option but to do his best.  The other girls had laughed when he asked if they ever had chemistry or physics classes.  “What use would they be to us”, they giggled.