Slow Burn (Repost)

[babyamylee]

Once again, he was woken by his sister pulling the covers off him in an act of sheer pleasure for her. He once again groaned once he realised where he was. He saw his nail polished feet, and the purple pink and yellow pyjama bottoms, then remembered it all. He was still holding the doll, and tossed it aside.

"Come on little christopher, we have another big day ahead of us!"

Using his full name was something only his mother did, when he was in trouble. But here, it somehow made him feel smaller than ever.
He was undressed of his pyjamas and trunks and these were tossed in his basket with yesterday's trunks. At least he wouldn't be wearing those.

Again, he was naked in front of his sister, which never got easier. She took his hand and led him sheepishly to the bathroom. She admonished him for stomping his feet, but when his gait reverted to a more quiet one she did not yet insist on him mincing around. The bath was already ready.

"I got you your own stuff yesterday so you don't have to share mine. Isn't it exciting!?"

He didn't answer. He looked around at the assortment of bubble baths soaps and sprays which were all for little girls and sighed. His bath followed. He wished it would somehow feel normal, but it just didn't.
He was being humiliated by his sister, and she was clearly exercising her power and loving every minute and he could do nothing for fear of the punishment going further and further.

As usual, she clearly enjoyed washing his nude body leaving his "privates" last. Some privacy he had at this point. He just had to pretend to play with his toys, acting naturally, trying not to think of it. It was an  act of pure motherliness from her, feeling in charge. She was proud.

She then held his hand and took him into her room.

"Well you know Mummy is rich, and yesterday, she gave me some money to buy some stuff. I will get more as time goes on, but don't worry. Today will be totally cool just like yesterday!"

He groaned. Yesterday was not cool.

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"I got you some new, err, trunks, yesterday." She went in the bag. They were based on Frozen and featured two princesses.

"I know Rapunzel is your fave. Don't worry, she will feature soon!"

He stepped into the trunks. They were frilled around the waistband and legs, with a little bow, and baby blue with baby pink hearts. They were also cotton. They did not feel like the others.

"These....are...knickers?"

"Well I couldn't get Frozen trunks...Don't worry you will still feel just as comfy all day!"

That was the least of his concern. He was now wearing knickers. Any mental gymnastics he could do was out of the window. He was clearly wearing girls underwear.

"But it's not fair! It's not fair!"

He was not allowed to refuse, but he was allowed to whine, so he whined. He must have seemed ridiculous.

"Oh don't worry honey, it wont be like this forever. I'm just making the most of the moment. At least you are wearing blue today. Kinda. Now don't be a cry baby, big smiles for Mama!"

There was that word again. He cringed.

"Besides, I got you a little extra today, you wont be just in pants!"

She went into the bag and pulled out a matching camisole vest, similarly frilled and adorned with a large picture of the two Princesses.
It only came down to his mid torso and did not cover much up top, he pondered. There were frills around the edges and the same baby pink hearts adorning the baby blue cotton.

Once again he was led to the vanity table and makeup was applied to his face. She had just cleaned off the remnants of yesterdays, why do that only to redo it?

First she applied foundation that seemed to match his skin to his mind, and worked the contours of his skin with a brush to highlight them.. She was giddy with excitement every time she got to work on him, he was wondering if she would ever get bored of all this. But she seemed to be adding every day.

Next she pulled out a large case and opened it. It was full of lipstick and pencils. Why did she need this? Yesterdays was still out.

She started looking through the pinks and matching them to the love hearts on his knickers. It dawned on him, she was colour coding.

"No please! Can't you do blue!?"

He stopped himself and cringed. He was begging to be put in blue lipstick, and she laughed out loud.

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"Don't worry! I know what I'm doing!"

She finally found the matching colour and traced around his lips, giving him a distinct bow and pencilling in a slightly darker shade around the edges to give depth.

Then she reached for her eye shadow, matching the colour once again.

"See? Blue! Although when I'm done I just know you're gonna love pink! Wont you?"

He wanted to scream no, but he knew he could not. He had to behave.

"I think maybe not..." Was all he could muster.

"I think maybe not, who?"

"...I think maybe not, Mama".

"Good boy. See? See how better children behave when you get such a good nights sleep? But I do think you're wrong. Mama knows best. You'll see!"

"yes Mama."

He was utterly defeated. Wondering how he would get out of it. Thinking, waiting for the right opportunity.

His eyes were baby blue and his lashes thick and long.

"It's good you kept your hair so shaggy. It's almost long enough for a nice set of pigtails, I can't wait. I have so many plans little sissy!"

She put his hair clips in, with big love hearts,  then led him to his room and put on his jewellery. The feeling of humiliation never seemed to go away as his little sister feminised and led him around.

One things for sure, when this was over, he'd never take orders from her again.

She led him by the hand towards the stairs, but stopped.

"What happened to your pretty walk from yesterday? Did little christopher forget?"

She talked down to him in a way that made him feel incredibly small. She wasn't angry, nor disappointed, more honestly asking if his mind was so small as to not remember things from less than a day ago.

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He just mumbled "sorry". He was not up for an argument right now.
She remained still, looking at him with eyebrows arched up, waiting, and a patronised smile on her face. Would he remember?

"...sorry Mama".

She smiled and started to lead him again, him remembering to walk in the delicate fashion his mother had showed him. He was met in the kitchen with the usual glee from Anna, his Mummy. Every day she seemed to think Amy outdid the day before. She fussed over his knickers and makeup, pawing over him like he was a shop dummy with a wide grin on her face.

"This is the best thing ever! Who knew what we could achieve if only I put you in charge!" she said, to Chris' absolute terror.

Amy gave him a knowing, expectant look.

"M-Mummy..would you like me to make your breakfast?"

She looked like her heart melted. He wasn't helping himself.

"I would love a bowl of bran flakes. Amy, is he old enough to make himself these?"

Every day was fresh offence. Of course he could make his breakfast.
But now he all of a sudden couldn't? He opened his mouth to object but...nothing came out.

"Yes he is, I think he can manage that! Make Mummy some breakfast christopher."

"Yes Mama." His mother smiled, remembering the pet name he had now adopted to reflect his sisters status. He blushed. What were they talking about? He was doing all sorts of chores now, how could he not handle this? It was just teasing!

He poured the bowl, of flakes, but the lip of the milk caused a big spillage on the counter.

His mother sighed. "Hmm. Maybe this is a bit to much for you." She earnestly replied.

One again he had to watch as his sister ate hers and then she directly fed him like a child. He kept looking at his mother for sympathy. None came.

"So what will you two girls be doing today?"

"Mummy! I'm not a girl!" Chris whined. Anne took one look at the boy in the little girls underwear, with the make up and jewellery, whining with clutched fists and pleading to his Mummy and laughed.

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"Oh I'm so sorry. Of course you are a boy. My sweet little dainty boy. Well Amy?"

"Hmm? Oh I have plans. Have you thought about the, uhm.." she mouthed the words shopping with her back to Chris.

"Oh well I went online yesterday for...advice on that. And I will be going out today just to...check.."

This was all guarded which made Chris all the more alarmed.

Amy, now his Mama, put him in front of the TV and handed him her Rapunzel doll. She switched on Winx, a cartoon clearly for girls, while they talked in the kitchen. He crept to the door, but they were still being guarded. He merely discovered his Mother was going out shopping, and they were talking about what this meant for school, which he was wondering himself as he had worked out the extra days he had accrued put him in the first three weeks of school and counting. They had not decided yet. He ran back to his cartoons and watched.
It was all about fairy princesses and was incredibly girly, but at least he was being left alone for a while, and when he thought of it that way it wasn't so bad. Why did he have to hold this doll? Why couldn't he sit on the couch? It was right there!

She popped her head through the door.

"OK, come up to the bathroom!" He looked distraught, bathroom?

"Oh you look sad..is your little cartoon not finished? Don't worry, finish that episode first. I know how you love your little fairies".

He rolled his eyes, but went back to the cartoon, which had just started another episode. He was in no hurry to go back to the bathroom. What was it? More makeup? She patted the sofa. It seems he was allowed on when she was around to monitor him, and he had to snuggle next to her with his doll in his hands. She put his head on her shoulder and stroked his brown hair, shushing him. Under different circ-umstances, this might be quite nice, but he was so ashamed and could do nothing but limply accept his fate at this point. This was the third episode he watched, so he was becoming familiar with the characters and theme.
When time was up he she held his hand again and led him upstairs, making sure he was still walking delicately in line with his new status, and shouted in to their mothers bedroom, "We're ready".

They went to a bathroom where a bag was perched on the closed toilet seat.

Chris looked very concerned.

"W-what's going on?"

Amy piped up. After all, this was all her idea it seems.

"We both really really like you this way honey, you are so lovely, we just want to make the most of it!"

His mother piped up.

"Don't worry some day things will get back to normal it's just, until then, me and your Mama are going to change you for the better!"

"We're going to pierce your ears. Don't worry! It will hurt only a short time but then, you'll look like a Princess all by yourself! Certainly a cute  lovely, sweet, little boy!"

He shrieked. And then remembered he could not refuse, but sure could whine if he wanted to.

"Noooo please don't make me please! I'll do anything, I'm not ready, please!"

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Look, many girls go through this. Now you can whine and complain but the quicker we get this out of the way the easier it will be!"

Could he struggle? What if they botched it as he wriggled? Oh gosh. He saw them closing in.

The process was brief and momentarily painful, but it was his ego that took the biggest hit. He squealed, which made him feel even more weak. How could he take this like a man?

Both his ears were studded with cute sparkly pink flower studs.Anna squealed with glee. "I'm so proud of you both! My little boy, for being such a good, brave delicate little thing and obeying all his Mama's instructions...and my big girl, for being such a clever and strong guardian. What a young woman you are becoming! I have never been so happy with my family!"

He squealed. Inwardly he was so distraught. This was making her happy and proud? This?

"You even squeal like a girl! Oh my! Well. I have to go out. I will see you both later!"

With that she hugged Amy and gave her a congratulations and fawned over Chris like he was a baby and left.

Amy approached him next, and grabbed his top. He figured it was another self congratulatory kiss but it was something far more concerning. She took it off and placed it neatly over the hand rail and covered him up with a fluffy pink towel, leading him over to the sink. He was about to have his hair dyed. Blond.

This was a sliding doors moment. His mother was out. He could have perhaps made a run for it. He was not confident about overpowering his sister, even two years his junior she showed strength that he never seemed to have, but he could make a break for it.

Show enough rebellion to lock himself in his room, get dressed and then climb out of the window. But go where? His friends? It was unusual for them to pop around here, they were used to him visiting, as they were scared his sister would play a prank. But he couldn't tell them the truth, so he could only stay momentarily. His aunt? She would more than support his mother.

He reasoned he had no choice. He wasn't desperate or unhappy enough to live on the streets, this was all like one of his pranks, extended, and would one day end. His friends wouldn't find out unless he was stupid enough to visit them, or they were told by outside forces, and he still trusted his sister enough not to do that. She was still his sister, and although he hated her right now, he was respecting her more and more as his guardian, and still loved her.

His emotions were racing. He gently wept as his sister started rinsing his hair.

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By the end he had a shock of golden blond hair "like his favourite, Rapunzel". He was losing himself to this. What of the boy in him was left? There he was, naked save pretty girls Disney underwear, covered in jewellery, with his ears pierced, and covered in cosmetics. He smelled very much like his sisters room thanks to the copious scents and perfumes and soaps. And to cap it all off his hair had been neatened and fixed in a feminine style and was now blond like a barbie.
She again started working on his eyebrows, thinning them further. Before, they were just neater, but this time, they were clearly feminised. Thinner, arched, pretty.

She replaced his top and took a number of pictures, making him pose. Then she sent him to do laundry as well as other chores. He noticed the Disney trunks in the wash. He wondered where they were going after. Amy did call them his trunks. She had not nearly done her fair share of chores since the punishment started, and it seems that was just fine to his mother who did not so much as comment on the disparity.

Once again he was sent outside to put the wet laundry out, and once again his early attempt at rushing was stopped, this time by his sister, who made him walk all the way back in and start again to teach him a lesson.
Daintily putting out the clothing it was once again when he was handling his sisters pink sparkly knickers when he heard the giggling, followed by a shocked tone. It was Natalie.

"Oh my gosh! Y-your hair? Oh my gosh!"

She was shocked. Was this good? Maybe Natalie would help him. Kind, beautiful Natalie would save him! She would realise they have gone too far!

"This is so cute!"

She walked to the side gate between their houses and walked in closer, and then squealed a girlish excited squeal. About what? ...Oh...

"Your piercings! Oh my god to die for you are so so cute!"

She stood there, inspecting him like this wasn't one of the most traumatic experiences of his life. He could see Amy in the kitchen window, watching on smirking. She knew he had strong feelings for Natalie.

"Both ears, just like a girl! You are the perfect sissy!"

Natalie towered over him, a tall, athletic girl who seemed like 10 years his senior to him rather than 1. She was a Goddess, and this was the last thing he wanted her to see. He was against the odds with her before, now it seemed impossible he would ever be with her.

"Frozen today is it?" she said with mirth, referring to his costume.

"I don't get to choose..."

"Oh I'm sure a boy like you would have chosen Rapunzel again but this is so cute too!" she said, with faux concern.