New stories from Dara Janey available on Kindle

[DaraJaney]

Two new sissy stories of mine are available now on Kindle:

Princess Party - Gerry is along for the ride as his mum drops his sister off at a Princess Party but gets more invested in the party than he expected.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H2ZKC1J3

The Wrong Camp - Paul is due to go to a football academy summer camp but ends up on the wrong bus. Two weeks in a Catholic Girls' Association uniform turns out to be just the start.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0H3RD42L8

Here is a flavour:
Paul was really looking forward to summer camp. He was going to a football academy, having shown great potential with the school team. His mother was driving him to the bus pickup point before going to stay with his granny while he was away.

They were running late though. He had insisted on going back for the shirt signed by Ronaldo which he knew would make the other guys really jealous. His mother was really stressed by the time they pulled into the motorway services where kids were being picked up for various summer camps.

Paul realised they were seriously late when he noticed that many of the buses were already pulling out. He looked desperately at the information leaflet. His bus would be in Bay 11. His mother had to dodge buses reversing out of their bays and making wide turns.

When one bus passed them, they could see Bay 11. The bus in it was about to pull out. Paul jumped from the car with his back-pack and ran to the bus. It started to pull out. He got to the door as the bus was turning out of the bay. He banged on the door. The driver ignored him. He banged harder. There was no way he was missing football academy! He really thumped the door and the driver felt he had to stop or this guy was going to cause damage.

The door opened and an angry looking driver said “I don’t think you’re on the right bus pal!” “Bay 11 – definitely!” Paul was certain and tugged his backpack up the steps. “But….” the driver didn’t get to finish what he was going to say because Paul was already pushing his backpack in front of him and past the luggage racks at the front of the bus. He heard the driver say “Please yourself” as he closed the door. Paul saw a gap in the pile of bags and shoved his backpack in.

The bus pulled out onto the motorway. Paul looked down the aisle. The bus was full of girls. “Hello sweetie!” one of them giggled. What’s more, they were all wearing uniforms! What summer camp involved uniforms?!

He went back towards the driver who was moving into the overtaking lane. “Sorry but I’m on the wrong bus.” “I tried to tell you pal but you wouldn’t listen.” “But you were in Bay 11.” “I had reversed into that bay in order to turn.” “Shit! Can you let me off?” “On a motorway?” “Well, at the next services.” “That’s not for 30 miles. You’d better sit down.”

Paul looked down the coach at the giggling girls. They were all really amused at this boy being stuck on their bus. Some of them were quite attractive. A particularly pretty blond and busty girl at the back shouted down the aisle “there’s a seat here!” The only vacant seat was in front of the back row which was not surprisingly occupied by the older girls. They all looked pleased at the prospect of having a fit looking boy on the bus.

Paul smirked and went down to the back and sat into the seat. He was getting lots of attention from the girls. “Where are you going anyway?”, he asked pointing at their blue uniform dresses. “Summer camp for the Catholic Girls Association”, the girl beside him explained.

Paul was about to respond when tape was put over his mouth and he was pushed forward in the seat. Girls pulled his arms behind him and taped his wrists together. He writhed and tried to resist but they opened his belt and pulled his trousers down through lots of giggling. His shoes and socks were pulled off and then they were pulling thick tan tights up his legs, same as most of them appeared to be wearing.

They took the tape off his hands so that they could pull his sweater off and then held his arms as they unbuttoned his shirt. There were too many of them pulling at him for him to resist. A blue dress was pulled over his head and his arms were pushed into the sleeves and it was pulled down over his body. His wrists were taped up again as they zipped him into the dress.

The whole experience had been rather erotic and there was a bulge under his tights. The girls giggled. “You’d better let us pull your dress down”, one of them suggested grinning at his erection.

He was embarrassed by it so he pushed himself up so they could pull the dress down and leave him looking a bit more respectable. They showed him two pretty blue bows before these were pinned to his hair. His ankles were tied together with a scarf and they left him trussed up in his seat and gagged. They sat back really pleased with their work.

Paul wriggled and writhed in his seat and whimpered through his taped up mouth but they left him there in his blue dress and tights. He saw that the bus passed the next exit for services and continued up the motorway.

[DaraJaney]

Here is the start of Princess Party:

Chapter 1

Gerry’s little sister, Audrey had been invited to a princess party for the eighth birthday of her friend Kylie. She was all dressed up in her Cinderella costume for the party which was being held at a specialised party venue about a 30 minute drive away in Kylie’s town.

His mother wanted to take the opportunity to do some shopping in the large mall in that town including getting a new uniform for Gerry, who would be starting secondary school after the summer holidays. So he was along for the ride.

When they arrived at the venue, Gerry was impressed by the three very attractive young ladies who ran the show. They were all dressed up in Disney character costumes and welcomed Audrey enthusiastically, telling her how pretty her dress was, getting her to twirl and curtsey and show off her costume. They were dropping her off early because his mother had an appointment at a kitchen showroom at the mall.

His mother excused herself to take a phone call. When she returned, she was quite flustered. “I’m afraid that I’m needed at work. The catering company has let us down at an event my company has organised this evening. I’ve got to go and help sort it out. I’ve got to fly there. There’s no time to drive. They’ve booked me on a flight from the airport near here.”

She looked at Gerry. “Can he stay here for the party? I don’t have time to drop him home.” The young women looked apologetic. “I’m afraid that these parties are strictly for girls only. We’ve had too many problems with boys behaving badly. Obviously, boys don’t tend to like this kind of dress-up party. Sorry, but it’s been made clear to all the parents.”

His mother looked at her watch. It was already going to be tight making her flight. She prided herself on being someone who could fix any problem – you just needed the right determination, and often in her experience money could solve most problems.

She reached into her bag and produced a £100 note. “There must be some way you can help.” The young woman dressed as Belle looked at the large note. This was more than she was due to earn for the day. “We have some spare costumes here, if we can dress him up convincingly as a girl, he can stay.”

“Great!” His mother handed her the note. “Wait! What?” Gerry protested. His mother was already heading to her car. “Have fun!” she smiled at Audrey. “Come on”, Belle took Gerry by the arm. Rapunzel and Elsa loved the idea of dressing the boy up.

Gerry was bundled into a room with a rail of costumes at the side. The women started selecting hangars. “Most of these are too small for him. It’s mostly younger girls we get for these events.” Gerry was speechless looking at the row of sissy costumes. There was no way he was wearing any of these!

“This Goldilocks costume is a larger size”, Belle was checking the label. She held it up to Gerry. “This might do it.” Elsa was already unbuttoning his shirt. “No please!” “Sorry but we don’t have much time. The guests are due to arrive in half an hour.”

The three women managed to get the bright yellow dress over his head and pushed his arms through the puffed sleeves. They pulled the dress down over him and he disappeared in a flurry of white petticoats. They quickly zipped it up. “No, stop!” But Belle was already reaching up under his dress and unbuckling his belt.

Gerry froze. Having a gorgeous young woman unbuckle his belt was only going to have one result. He felt it bulging in his trousers. The other two held his arms and Belle pulled his trousers down and they made him step backwards so she could pull them off.

“It’s a little short on him”, they observed. As Rapunzel tried to smooth his petticoats down they got flashes of his boxer shorts. Elsa produced a pair of white opaque tights. The other two sat him in a chair while she worked the tights over his feet, up his legs and over his shorts. “There we go!”. While Gerry was distraught about being dressed in a frock and tights, he was more worried that the young ladies would notice the effect of their close encounter with him.

They let him go. He looked around desperately for his shirt and trousers. They had already been spirited away. The ladies smiled at their handiwork and Audrey giggled as Gerry stood there stunned.