The Weaker Sex

[DaraJaney]

“You can practice your curtsey in the mirror while you are waiting”, his Granny called from the front room.  He frowned wondering exactly what a curtsey was.  He remembered the girls outside the coffee shop – was that what they were doing?



His Granny appeared at the door to watch him practice.  He just stood there and looked at her.  She demonstrated a curtsey.  He sighed and clutched his dress with his free hand.  â€śGranny!  Please!”  â€śJust when you arrive”, she said.  â€śYou have to curtsey when you’re wearing such a pretty dress.”  Gabriel looked in the mirror and considered it.  â€śAnd whenever anyone compliments you on your dress”, she continued.  â€śGo on.”



He gave a half-hearted dip of his right knee but she made him practice several times until he finally did a deep sweeping curtsey.  â€śThat’s right”, she confirmed finally.  She went back to finish her make-up.



Gabriel waited in the hall.  He grew increasingly impatient wondering what was keeping her.  Then he thought, it’s not like I’m anxious to get there, it’s just that standing here in these heels in murder.



At least the house where the party was on was only down the road.  Gabriel scampered along, in the dainty steps forced on him by the shoes, trying to keep up with his Granny.  Before he had time to think any more about it they were standing at the front door.



The breeze blew up under his dress and the ribbons on his stockings tickled his bare leg between his stocking and panties.  He wondered if his stockings had slipped a bit during the quick walk.  It felt like it but maybe that was his imagination.  His petticoats only barely covered his stocking tops as it was, he recalled.  He thought of checking but his Granny rang the door bell and it was too late.



He stood there desperately hoping that the ribbons on his stockings were not showing and wondering when he would get a chance to check.  The door opened and Mrs. Grainger smiled broadly when she saw Gabriel in his stunning outfit. “What a gorgeous outfit”, she exclaimed but Gabriel was certain she was being sarcastic.



His Granny gave a little cough and glared at Gabriel.  He remembered he was supposed to curtsey.  He gave what appeared to be an enthusiastic curtsey before he could think about it and be too embarrassed.  Mrs. Grainger suppressed a laugh.  She had only ever seen girls curtsey in movies.



“Come in”, she said stepping back from the door.  Gabriel could hear the chatter of at least a dozen girls inside.  He braced himself as he walked in.  He desperately hoped that at least some of the girls were in party dresses too.



He walked in and looked around at twenty ten-year-old girls.  There was sudden silence in the room when he walked in.  He scanned the room with increasing dismay as he tried to find a girl in any kind of dress.  The girls were dumbfounded at this fifteen-year-old in a party outfit that they would have refused point blank to wear at any age.



Rachel was in the centre and was clearly delighted that her expectations were greatly exceeded.  Gabriel was very conscious of the eyes staring at his ringlets, his frilly ankle socks, the way he clutched desperately on his cute purse.  He pressed down on his petticoats nervously hoping to make sure that the bows on his stockings could not be seen.



Many of the girls began to smile sweetly and say things like “oh what a pretty dress”.  Gabriel knew they were being sarcastic but had to behave as if they meant it.  His Granny coughed again and he remembered he was supposed to curtsey if anyone complimented his outfit.  He tried not to wince too obviously but fixed a smile on his face to hide his mortification as he curtsied in front of the girls.



There were snorts of laughter as some of the girls failed to maintain their composure.  Gabriel was desperately trying to decide if he should act as if he loved being dressed up like this or behave as if he was forced to and hated it.  In the end, despite all the humiliation, he smiled sweetly and acted as if he was delighted with all the compliments.



“Haven’t you got a present for Rachel?” his Granny reminded him.  â€śOh yes”, he said, relieved for any distraction.  He daintily opened his purse which was surprising difficult with the lacey gloves on.  He took out the little present for Rachel.  She was still more interested in the humiliating appearance of this older girl but took the present graciously.



Gabriel was invited to sit.  He walked over to the chair and gathered his petticoats under him before sitting.  He shifted uneasily in the chair, trying to ensure that his stocking tops would not be seen.  For once he was grateful for the huge volume of his petticoats.



Later the girls ran out to the garden to play.  Gabriel was invited to follow them by Mrs. Grainger.  He walked unenthusiastically into the centre of the garden.  Suddenly Rachel and a friend picked up either end of a rope that was trailed across the grass.  They swung it over Gabriel’s head and he instinctively jumped as the rope swung under him.



His petticoats ballooned around him as he jumped.  The rope swung around again and he had little choice but to jump again if he did not want to end up in a heap of frilly lace in the centre of the garden.



The girls kept swinging the rope.  Gabriel’s ringlets danced around his head.  The children roared laughing as they saw the pretty bows at the tops of his stockings.  He desperately tried to pin his petticoats down with his arms as he was forced to jump repeatedly.



Eventually Mrs. Grainger took pity on him and told the girls to stop but not before she’d had a good snigger at the unfortunate child’s outrageously frilly matching underwear.



When Gabriel had smoothed down his skirts again he noticed that the girls were still looking just below his hemline and they continued to snigger.  He realised that his stockings must have slipped down.  He raised his petticoats to confirm this.  Everyone laughed now as he displayed his stocking tops.  He tried to pull them up but it became obvious that he would have to untie them, pull them up and tie them again.



Eventually the laughter got the better of him and he stormed off in a huff to the bathroom, his ringlets swinging dangerously behind him.

[DaraJaney]

In the safety of the bathroom he sniffled as he untied and retied his stockings.  He tried to regain his dignity before he left the room again to face the crowd.  But he looked in the mirror and saw that the ribbons in his hair had loosened in all the activity.



He retied his ribbons and made sure that all of his lace trimmings sat just right before clutching his purse and facing up to going out again.  He squared himself up and tried to look confidently at himself in the mirror.  But he saw a complete sissy of a fifteen-year-old boy in the mirror and his shoulders sagged again.



Eventually he managed to pluck up enough courage to go out again.  After that spectacle the rest of the party passed off relatively quietly.  He just sat demurely in his seat and tried not to get crumbs on his dress.



The rest of the fortnight seemed like a year to him.  Each day he had to unroll his ringlets and dress up in a pretty frock, accompany his Granny around the neighbourhood, read his girly books and magazines, practice his embroidery and tie up his ringlets again at the end of the day before putting on his nightie.



On the Sunday a fortnight from the start of his ordeal his mother and sister were coming to retrieve him.  He couldn’t wait until they took him away and he could finally regain his trousers.



His Granny insisted that he wear his apricot party frock again along with the thigh-high stockings and frilly ankle socks.  She had made him wear the higher heels nearly every day so he was becoming used to the discomfort.



She also decided that he had to wear a white pinafore over the dress for the morning until they arrived.  The front of the pinafore had starched lace trimmings that stood out over the shoulder and snagged his ringlets.  Those damn ringlets.  The only reason that he agreed to stay the two weeks was to allow the ringlets to fade away but his Granny always found a reason for him to reset them, including this morning, so they dangled perfectly around his head.



He sat out in the garden working on his embroidery, waiting for his Granny to alert him when his mother and sister were about to arrive by getting him to remove his pinafore.



But she had left him out there when they arrived.  She brought them into the back room which was quite dark compared to the sun-drenched garden.  They watched with fascination as Gabriel worked earnestly on his embroidery, looking cross if he made a mistake and had to redo something.



He sat quite unselfconsciously in a very graceful pose, his back perfectly straight and his feet daintily tucked in under his chair.  â€śWatch”, his Granny said as she left the room.



She went out into the garden.  When Gabriel saw her, he immediately put down his embroidery and stood up.  He looked down demurely and gave a deep curtsey, sweeping his petticoats widely around him, just as his Granny had taught him to do every time she approached.  His mother and sister creased over laughing and desperately covered their mouths so as not to be heard.



They couldn’t hear what she said to him but he walked over in dainty little steps to pick up a skipping rope.  They couldn’t believe how confidently he walked in the high heels.



As he bent to pick up the rope his mother was sure she glimpsed some bare leg meaning that he must be wearing stockings.  Laura looked at her in surprise, obviously thinking the same thing.



Gabriel took the rope and started skipping.  As his petticoats billowed there was now no doubt to them that he was wearing stockings and they saw the cream ribbons tied in a bow holding them up.



His Granny came in and motioned them to come out into the garden.  They silently walked up behind Gabriel who was happily skipping away with great dexterity although his feet were in agony from skipping in the high heels.



His Granny gave a little cough.  Gabriel stopped and turned with a contented smile on his face - until he saw his mother and sister.  His smile dropped instantly.  He looked down at his pinafore, his apricot dress and his petticoats all awry.  He could feel that his stockings had slipped down.



He didn’t know whether to try to tidy up his appearance or not.  It might suggest that he was genuinely worried that he didn’t look his prettiest but after a fortnight of coaching from his Granny he actually found it difficult to stand there with his petticoats so crumpled and his stockings sagging.  His mother and sister roared laughing anyway.



He knew what they had seen.  They had seen him acting like a perfect sissy girl, doing embroidery and skipping happily in a pretty dress and tightly pressed ringlets after only two weeks acting as a girl.



Eventually, influenced by a disapproving gaze from his Granny, Gabriel reached up under his petticoats and untied the ribbons holding his stockings up, pulled them up and re-tied the ribbons.  Then he finally smoothed down his petticoats and restored his perfectly pretty appearance.



“You’ve turned him into the most perfect sissy girl”, his mother commented rather bluntly.  Gabriel flinched at the bald statement but it was undoubtedly true.

[DaraJaney]

His mother waited until lunch to make her surprise announcement.  â€śI’ve got some great news for you”, she said to Gabriel.  He looked at her warily.  He had grown accustomed to being suspicious of what he or his Granny regarded as “great”.



“Laura and I have decided to tour Eastern Europe for the rest of the summer”, his mother announced.  Gabriel had always wanted to see Prague and Budapest and Berlin and for a moment he thought that his wish was going to come true.  But then he realised that she said “Laura and I”.  He braced himself.



“You, my dear, can stay with your Granny for the whole summer”, she told him as if she expected him to be delighted at the prospect.  He put down his knife and fork and slumped in his seat.  â€śAh, ah!” his Granny scolded.  He looked at her glumly and straightened up in his seat obediently.  He picked distractedly at his food after that, contemplating a whole summer in frilly dresses.  He didn’t suppose for a moment that his mother would have brought any of his boy’s clothes for him.



But he was to be surprised.  After lunch his mother produced a suitcase containing his trousers and shirts and lovely flat shoes.  Gabriel looked as if all his Christmases had come at once.  He grabbed the case and rushed upstairs.  He could practically feel the lovely material of the trousers between his legs.  He was looking forward to having his underwear safely hidden under trousers instead of under constant threat of exposure.



He threw the case on his bed.  The women had followed him up.  He unzipped the case and flipped it open.  He stood for a moment and took in the glorious sight of a pair of blue jeans.  He took them from the case like a long-lost treasure.  He let the legs of the jeans hang in front of his white-stockinged legs to savour the contrast.



“There’s just one thing”, his Granny mentioned tentatively.  Gabriel froze.  â€śIf you wear those clothes now then everyone in town will know that you are a boy.  And that you have been wearing pretty girl’s clothes for the last two weeks.”  Gabriel hadn’t budged an inch.  He began to take deep breaths.  â€śIncluding lovely frilly underwear”, his Granny continued.



He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration.  She was right.  He would have to endure a summer of extreme teasing if everyone found out that he was a boy.  He thought of his convincing curtseys, his public display of frilly underwear while skipping, his adorable ringlets.  But the alternative was to continue wearing these horrid dresses and stockings and hair ribbons for the whole summer.  He would have to continue acting like a stupid sissy girl.



They waited for his decision.  He opened his eyes again and looked longingly at the jeans.  He thought just how hilarious everyone in town reckoned it was to see a fifteen-year-old girl in these sissy clothes.  Just what would they think if they knew it was a boy all along?



His hands were still holding up the jeans.  They suddenly flopped down against his petticoats.  His Granny came over and took the jeans from him.  â€śYou’re making the right choice”, she assured him.  He looked at himself in the mirror in his apricot dress, white pinafore, frilly ankle socks and white thigh-high stockings, with his perfectly formed ringlets.  This was how he was going to look for the next two months.



His Granny put the jeans back in the case and he heard her zip it up.  He couldn’t bring himself to look as his mother brought the case back out to the car.  Suddenly he turned to his Granny.  â€śCould I….?” he pleaded, “… just for a few minutes.”  She shook her head sympathetically.  â€śIt would only make you feel worse”, she told him.  He wasn’t so sure but the case was back in the car now.



They wanted to perm his hair again before they left.  He was completely dejected now and put up no resistance.  He sat there reading his Bunty magazine as the chemicals did their work.



When his mother drove off he stood in the driveway clasping his white gloved hands helplessly on the expanse of his petticoats.  At the prompting of his Granny he mechanically waved as the car disappeared out the gate.



Every few days his Granny e-mailed photos of him to his mother who was able to view them in various internet cafes across Europe.  One day the e-mail explained that Mrs. Burgess of the local traditional dance group had twisted her ankle.  Taking advantage of Gabriel’s new compliance, his Granny convinced him to substitute for her in the dance group.  He hadn’t appreciated that it involved an elaborate costume.



His mother called Laura over to the computer excitedly when the first photo came through.  Gabriel had tried on his costume at home.  He stood wearing an elaborately embroidered white blouse with puffed sleeves, an enormous red skirt which came to just above the knee but obviously had a ton of petticoats underneath.  He also wore a white bonnet with his ringlets poking out under the ribbon that tied under his chin.



He looked thoroughly embarrassed, although his mother and sister reckoned that the dress was considerably less embarrassing than some of his previous outfits.  But the next day the reason for his acute embarrassment  became clear.  His Granny sent photos of the performance.  In the third shot Gabriel was doing a twirl.  Under his swirling petticoats a pair of heavily frilled bloomers could be seen.  The dance group was up on a stage and in the background you could see dozens of people looking up at the spectacle with delight.



A discussion arose through the e-mails between his Granny and mother about how well behaved he was now.  His mother wondered if this would continue after he returned home.  His Granny suggested sending him to an exclusive school near her that had a very good reputation for discipline.



When they returned home from the holiday they eagerly went to visit Granny.  Gabriel appeared in his new school uniform.  He wore a white shirt with a green blazer over it.  A green tartan tie formed a floppy bow under his chin.  He also wore a green tartan pleated skirt which fell about five inches above his knee, green knee socks and his high heeled t-bar shoes.



His hair had grown quite a bit over the summer and was twisted tightly into two pig tails tied up with green ribbons.  His mother smiled at the two little bumps on his chest.  He looked down embarrassedly in the direction of his stuffed bra.



He was warned that the school had a strict dress code and he would have to be immaculately turned out every day.  He had been horrified at the idea of spending two months of the summer in dresses.  He had little doubt now that he was going to have to spend his remaining three years of school in this tartan skirt and pigtails.

[DaraJaney]

He had given up all hope of wearing a pair of trousers and just concentrated on trying to be a convincing girl which would at least minimise his humiliation.  Having to play netball in a short games skirt was the worst part for him.  He was constantly afraid to jump, in case his skirt would fly up and reveal a give-away bulge in his panties.  So he was easily the worst at the game and was taunted by the real girls.



As the winter approached his short skirt and knee socks did not afford much insulation.  He found himself envying girls who wore nice thick green tights.  Eventually he was forced to ask his Granny if he could get his own green tights.  She made him buy them himself and he had to shop around to find which brand of tights would be the most comfortable, most durable and best value.



He found himself having conversations with girls in his class about the best tights to buy.  â€śThe cheaper tights just don’t last”, he heard a girl say and found himself nodding wisely in agreement.



At Christmas his mother and sister took advantage of the situation to buy him cute clothes that he would be obliged to wear since they were bought for him as presents.  On Boxing Day they all went for a walk.



Gabriel wore a red knitted hat with three white bobbins dangling from the top.  He had a white woollen scarf, a red jacket lined with fluffy white fur, a red tartan pleated mini skirt over white knitted tights.  On his feet he wore red high-heeled boots with matching white fur trim.



Into the new year the school’s head mistress was constantly complaining to his Granny about his lack of appliance.  In classes he often found himself staring dreamily at the boy’s trousers, trying to recall what it was like to wear them.



At the end of the year the head mistress called his Granny in again.  â€śIf she doesn’t improve drastically she will end up in some menial job like a maid.”  His Granny agreed and looked at him crossly.  â€śIn fact, I would suggest”, the head mistress continued, “that it would be a good lesson for her to spend the summer working as a maid in my house just to let her know what it would be like.”  Gabriel was startled by this.  His Granny agreed to the proposal immediately.



The first day of the summer holidays she brought him to the head mistress’ house.  They were shown to a drab attic room that would be his for the summer.  His maid’s uniform was hanging on the door.  He looked at it gloomily – black satin with thick lace trimmings around the collar, sleeves and hem.  He was beginning to hate summer holidays.  They always seemed to herald a deterioration of his situation.



But when he tried to put the uniform on, it wouldn’t fit.  Gabriel was quite pleased about this.  His Granny excused herself for a moment.  She returned with a corset.  He winced at the realisation that he was not going to be spared the uniform.  But not as much as he winced as his Granny tugged at the corset strings.



It was not until the third attempt that she finally squeezed the dress down over his body.  As he stood slightly dazed by his inability to breath freely, his Granny fetched two black stockings.  He was held in so tightly that he couldn’t bend over to put the stockings on his feet.  His Granny started rolling the first up his leg, telling him that in future he would have to do this himself before tightening his corset.



The stockings were seamed and she took a great deal of trouble making sure they were straight before she let him attach them to the straps on his corset.  She tied a white lace-trimmed apron around his waist which had been made to appear higher by the corset.



She found white petticoats in the wardrobe which she made him step into.  She pulled them up under his dress.  They made his dress much shorter and on examining himself in the mirror he saw that if he stooped slightly, the tops of his stockings would be visible.



Then there were the shoes.  They must have been 4-inch heels.  His high-heeled school shoes had prepared him somewhat but these were a good deal higher and he tottered forwards at first.



Finally his Granny handed him a pair of white gloves and a white frilly head-band.  He still tottered around on the heels and asked her if she would take them off him for a minute.  â€śDon’t be silly.  You just need to get used to them”, she insisted.  There was no way he could bend over to take them off himself so he was stuck with them.



He went very carefully, but still painfully, down the stairs to be inspected by the head mistress.  She examined him in great detail and only seemed to be adequately satisfied at his appearance.  She told him to turn around.  Without any warning she pulled up his petticoats and dress and adjusted a stocking by no more than a couple of millimetres.  â€śYou will need to have your seams dead straight at all times”, she told him.



Gabriel looked helplessly at his Granny as she left him in the command of the head mistress, squeezed into a tight corset, unsteady high-heels strapped on his feet and wearing a dress that barely covered his modesty.



He soon learned that he could never really please the head mistress.  He could do nothing to her satisfaction.



His first week wearing the four-inch heels from dawn to dusk were agony.  Then one day the heel broke on the left shoe and he was allowed to wear a pair of court shoes for the rest of a blissful day.



But the next morning she presented him with a pair of five-inch heels.  These were complete agony.  It was like being forced to walk around on tippy toes all day.



The head mistress had three sons between seventeen and twenty two.  They ogled Gabriel worryingly, taking in his long black-stockinged legs and thin corseted waist which was greatly emphasised by the contrast of the voluminous petticoats.  He felt very vulnerable when they were about, wearing such a short dress.  He was acutely aware that his high heels would make any quick escape impossible.

[DaraJaney]

The five-inch heels were agony.  Once he was tightly strung into his corset in the morning and the tight dress was pulled down and zipped up, he knew he couldn’t bend over and take his shoes off for even a moment until late that night when he finally got to loosen the corset again.



Between the tight corset, the slippy gloves and the unsteady heels, he kept dropping things and knocking things over.  When he broke a treasured vase he knew he was in big trouble.



The house was decorated with many artefacts that you might associate with a medieval castle.  This included a set of stocks in the hallway.  Gabriel couldn’t believe it when the head mistress, on finding the broken vase brought him over to the stocks and opened the top half.  He was so stunned that he just did what he was told and put his head and hands into the holes.  She brought the top half down and slid the bracket over the end to hold it in place.



Many stocks that Gabriel had seen before had ridiculously large head and hand holes that would not keep anyone restrained but these seemed to be genuine.  His neck and wrists were held securely.



Before he could protest, the head mistress walked away leaving him there.  He was facing the wall in the corner of the hallway with his back to the rest of the room.  He realised that anyone entering the room would be treated to a view of his petticoats, stockings and suspenders and almost certainly his frilly panties.



He tugged and wriggled and closely examined the bracket to see if there was anyway of getting out.  But he was held firm.  He also shuffled from one foot to the other as the straps of his five-inch shoes dug in.



Then he heard a door open.  He froze – not that he could move much anyway.  He couldn’t see who it was.  He heard a chuckle as the person clearly stopped to look.  Then the footsteps resumed and another door opened and closed.



After that, doors opened at regular intervals as he suspected that the news spread.  He could never see who was there but a couple of times he realised that there was a lone male standing there studying his frilly underwear.  It was not a pleasant feeling being totally restrained there with your bottom exposed invitingly to any passing male.



He couldn’t see any clock and had no idea how long he was being kept there.  His feet were in agony from his being held in a standing position for a long period.  He heard lunch-time come and go.



A couple of times he considered begging the person behind him if he could be freed.  There was no lock involved - they would only have to slide the bracket back.  But he never knew who was there and presumed that only the mistress could relieve him.



He was eventually freed just before dinner time.  It took him a couple of minutes to straighten his back and he could barely walk in the shoes.  Yet he was instructed to serve dinner in the dining room.  The three sons all wore knowing smirks as Gabriel came in with the tray.



They managed to contrive reasons to make him walk repeatedly from one end of the room to another to fetch things and clearly enjoyed his great discomfort which each step.



Eventually dinner was served and he was able to sit down in the kitchen and have a bowl of soup.  He tried to rest his feet but, as ever, he knew that he was stuck in these shoes until he went to bed and was able to take off his uniform and loosen his corset.



The next day his Granny was summoned because the head mistress had decided to dismiss him.  He was so relieved.  He was actually delighted to be able to wear the powder blue dress, white tights and his ordinary high-heeled t-bar shoes which seemed so comfortable compared to the agonising five-inch shoes he had been forced to wear.



He practically had to stop himself skipping happily towards his Granny’s front door when they got home.  He was delighted to be back in his girly pink room, compared to the stark attic room he had occupied.  He flopped down in the bed and was even pleased to see the familiar line-up of dolls around him.



Overnight, he decided that it would be in his interests to try to impress his Granny, in the hope that she would not attempt to send him off anywhere as miserable again.  In the morning he actually chose a dress that he had managed to avoid wearing up to now because it was so embarrassingly sissy.



It had a pattern of flowers in pink and blue pastels with a white lace-trimmed collar that stretched over the shoulders.  He found the matching panties and pulled on the three-layer organza petticoat underneath.  He even chose to wear the dreaded thigh-high stockings tied up with the cream ribbons and pulled on frilly ankle socks too.  He happily slipped on his high-heeled shoes and carefully tied up his hair on either side with ribbons.  He powdered his cheeks heavily with blush.  He only rejected the lace-trimmed white gloves on the basis that they would be impractical for breakfast.



He checked himself in the mirror.  A year ago he would have been totally mortified at being made wear these clothes.  Now he had voluntarily selected them to wear himself.  They were such a relief after the corset and five-inch heels that he was actually genuinely pleased to be able to wear these.  And he had to please his Granny above all else.



She came into the bedroom expecting to have to pull him out of bed.  She was startled to find him already dressed and made-up.  She was equally surprised at his choice of clothes.  Even she had thought that that dress was really too much.



He curtsied with a suitably demure expression but once that was done he skipped over to her enthusiastically.  â€śOh it’s so good to be home Granny”, he said excitedly.  She was quite startled.  He held out his petticoats and smiled down at them.  He clasped his hands in front daintily and practically hopped up and down with excitement.



She was now clearly amused but tried to hide it.  She just turned and said “breakfast is ready”.  With her back turned, Gabriel was able to let his act drop.  He cringed at the way he had just behaved.  He had deliberately given her the impression that he was delighted to be back in pretty dresses and sissy undies.  Well, it was better than corsets and stilettos, he consoled himself as he walked elegantly behind her.

[DaraJaney]

After breakfast he asked his Granny if she had any embroidery that he could do, trying to give an impression of enthusiasm.  She was clearly still angry that his head mistress had sacked him and was reluctant to show her pleasure at his apparent acceptance of girly things.



He felt that she was suspicious that it was some kind of act.  â€śWould you like to go shopping?” she asked him as a clear test.  He inwardly squirmed at the idea of the whole town seeing him dressed like this and at the thought that he would have to keep up the act in public.  â€śOh yes”, he replied with apparent keenness and he immediately put down his embroidery and stood as if he couldn’t wait.



He made sure that she saw him checking himself in the mirror before going out.  He adjusted his dress and petticoats and retied the bows in his hair as if anxious that they should be just right.  He made sure that he bent over to fluff out the lace on his ankle socks so that she would see the tops of his stockings.



Then he went straight for the door like a dog dying for its walk.  Here he was, just asking to be paraded before the whole neighbourhood in a sissy dress.  She had to accept that he seemed to be genuine.



The next day she told him that his mother had heard about his being sacked from the job as a maid.  She was going to come over on Sunday to give out to him and try to get him back into the job.



When the car pulled up he scampered out the door.  He had chosen to wear his mother’s apricot party dress which he reckoned would be her favourite.  He deliberately tied the stockings low so that she would see them and he put on the high-heeled shoes and lacey white gloves.  He went all out to look as pretty as possible.



When she stepped from the car, he put on his cutest possible look.  â€śMummy please can I stay here with Granny?”  His mother was clearly surprised at this.  She looked up and down at his ultra-girly appearance.  â€śPlease Mummy, I just love wearing these pretty dresses and doing embroidery and skipping and everything, please don’t make me go back.”



His mother and Laura looked at each other in surprise.  â€śWell”, his mother replied, “I’ll think about it.”  â€śI promise I’ll be a really good …”, he faltered at this point, “… little girl.”



“I suppose so, if you really want to”, his mother said, a little uncertainly.  â€śOh thank you, thank you”, Gabriel said and he curtsied twice.  He skipped into the house.  Laura looked at her mother and shrugged her shoulders in surprise.



He made sure to be on his best behaviour for the rest of their visit.  He happily worked on his embroidery as the others chatted.  Any time that he left or re-entered the room he treated them all to a deep curtsey.  There was little doubt in his mother’s mind that he genuinely wanted to stay in pretty dresses and panties and stockings.



As they got into the car to go and Gabriel prepared to wave them off in great relief that he was not going to be returned to being a maid, his mother commented “I’m surprised that you don’t want to come home with us and be a boy again”.  Gabriel was speechless.  He looked at his Granny for an explanation.  â€śBut I can see that you loved being a pretty little girl so - whatever you want.”  And with that she got into the car.



Gabriel tried to run over to her to stop her from leaving but his heels wobbled on the gravel.  â€śWait Mum, wait!”  He desperately wanted to explain that it was all a mix-up but she started the car and drove off.  Gabriel scampered down the drive way after the car but they just thought he was waving enthusiastically.



As the car disappeared into the distance, he realised that his mother and sister now thought that he preferred being a sissy girl to getting his boy’s life back.  He turned and glared at his Granny who just smiled at him mischievously.



She tried to get him back into the school after the summer but the head mistress would not have it.  She turned her anger on Gabriel since he had wasted a year’s fees for the expensive school.  She told him that he would just have to attend whatever school she could get him into now.



She tried all the senior schools but had no joy.  As the holidays ended she told him that the principal of the junior school agreed to take him in for the interim until a senior school could be found.



He was embarrassed enough at having to attend school with twelve-year-olds but the principal insisted that he had to wear the uniform since no exceptions could be made.  Even the biggest pink gingham gymslip they could find was very tight and short on him.  Standing in front of the mirror he could see that it only barely hid the frills on his panties.



He minced towards the school, self-consciously tugging on the hem of his gymslip.  He could hear the tittering of his former senior school colleagues walking down the other side of the road.  What he would give now to be able to wear a smart blazer and the green tartan skirt.



The desks were very small and low in the junior school.  He had to squeeze in and he was certain that his panties must be showing from sitting in such a low position.  The sniggering from the boys around him supported this theory.

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He was naturally unhappy and grumpy at having to attend the junior school.  The teachers complained about his attitude.  â€śI don’t know what I’m going to do with you if you get thrown out of this school”, his Granny warned him.



He didn’t think that things could get any worse so he continued his uncooperative attitude at school until he was inevitably sent home one day with a note for his Granny.  He had been expelled again.  She barely talked for him for the next few days and just told him that she was “making arrangements”.



The following Sunday she insisted on setting his hair in sausage curls again.  He figured that this wasn’t the worst punishment.  He had been here before after all.



But on Monday morning she produced a dress that hadn’t been in his wardrobe.  It was lemon coloured and high-waisted.  When he got to see himself in the mirror he could see that it was very short and the matching lace-trimmed panties could be glimpsed no matter how much he tugged at the hem.



After breakfast his Granny got ready to bring him out.  He cringed as she pushed him out the door in this dress that was going to expose his frilly underwear to anyone they met.  She brought him to a house on the next street.  It was a pre-school centre.  Three and four-year-old children were scampering around but they all stopped to stare at this sixteen-year-old who was dressed more childishly than any of them.



“Seeing as you can’t even behave properly in junior school, I’m putting you where you belong”, his Granny informed the miserable boy as she left him there.



His behaviour only deteriorated following this punishment and humiliation.  He sat in a sulk all day long and his Granny was not pleased when she heard this afterwards.  What did she expect? he wondered.  When she collected him on the third day, the lady in charge, Mrs. Collins commented that he was the biggest baby in the place.



The next morning his Granny came in, pulled back the bed clothes and made him step out of bed.  She pulled down his panties and pushed him back on the bed.  She wrapped what he thought was a towel around his nether regions.  It was only when she used two large pins to fasten it in place that he realised he was being put in a nappy.



She pulled up a pair of plastic pants over the nappy while he pleaded with her.  He realised that this punishment had been inspired by Mrs. Collins’ comment.  His Granny ignored his pleas and pulled white tights up over the nappy and then a huge pair of frilly panties.



Then she produced another new dress which was pink and had several layers of fluffy petticoats underneath.  It was shorter again and revealed the lower half of his frilly panties.  It would be clear to anyone who saw him that he was wearing a nappy.  She had also attached an over-sized soother to the dress.



He was dragged down to the pre-school where all the children and staff roared laughing when they saw him.  â€śLook at that pretty frilly nappy cover”, Mrs. Collins said.  He was fighting back the tears as his Granny took Mrs. Collins aside and had a quiet word with her.  They were clearly both highly amused as his Granny left him standing in the middle of them all.



He was so humiliated wearing a thick nappy among all these three and four-year-olds but there was nothing he could do.  He had no proper underwear and his dress was so short that if he removed the nappy he would be exposing himself to everyone.



But exactly how serious his predicament was, did not become clear until later in the day when he asked to use the toilet.  Mrs. Collins laughed and told him he didn’t need the toilet.  She told him to let her know when he was wet and they would change his nappy.



He was shocked.  He presumed that putting him in a nappy had been humiliating enough but they were intent on making him use it!  He sat there sniffling for another hour until his bladder got the better of him.



A tearful Gabriel approached Mrs. Collins and informed her.  She teased him about crying like that and called him a big baby.  She tried to make him suc-k on his soother.  He refused point blank until she made it clear that he would not be changed unless he promised to suc-k on the soother for the rest of the day.



In the end he had no choice and he suc-ked obediently on his soother while she changed his nappy.  Most of the other staff gathered around and watched for their own amusement as he had his bottom powdered and was pinned into a clean nappy.  They showed no surprise when his male anatomy was revealed, so he assumed that his Granny must have told them.  Now everyone in town was going to realise that the big sissy girl was really a boy!



His Granny was given a full report of his day when she arrived to collect him.  He sniffled as he continued to suc-k on his soother.  She insisted on holding his hand all the way home.



He found the door to his bedroom was locked so he couldn’t get at any normal underwear.  Suddenly he longed for a nice pair of frilly panties instead of the nappy cover.