A Tale of Two Cissies

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A Tale of Two Cissies--part1



Author's note: Of course, the spark for the idea and title of my tale comes from the Charles dic-kens novel set in the years leading up to the French Revolution. The dic-kens classic centers around two main characters who look identical, but are otherwise opposites. dic-kens' book begins with the famous line: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." For the two main characters in my story...two identical twin brothers...only the latter part of dic-kens' famous opening really applies.



Just for the title of my story, I've used the acceptable, alternative spelling (British in origin) of "sissies". Not common here in America, but I presume it's obvious why I spelled it that way.



Credit to Charles dic-kens, "A Tale of Two Cities"



Setting: present day, central New York State



Part1



My identical, eleven year old, twin brother Colin and I lived with my spinster Aunt Sydney in Seneca Falls, New York; the birthplace of the Women's Rights movement in America. We truly looked identical in every way but one. Colin wore his straight, brown hair long, reaching to his shoulders. Where as I had a typical boys short haircut, parted on the left and combed over to the right. I know Colin wanted some uniqueness from me and I appreciated that. There was no mistaking one of us for the other.



Tragically, both our father and mother died in the 911 attacks on the World Trade Center. They were ad executives in the top floors of the North Tower that fateful day. We were four years old when it happened. Too young at the time to have a lot of memories of them or really understand what had happened. But old enough to understand the pain and horror of their loss. Aunt Sydney, my father's older sister, took the task of raising us---a daunting one for a single woman. She was strict with us, because she had to be. We were certainly capable of, and prone to, a lot of mischief. But she was loving too.



It was a Friday afternoon in mid April, the first day of a ten day Spring recess from school. It was an unusually warm, clear, and mild day for mid April and Colin and I seized the opportunity to get our bicycles out from the garage and bike down the path in the woods behind our house.



We rode the path back and forth for awhile and stopped for a break in mid path. We sat and talked about what we might do for the next ten days of vacation. As we talked, we heard the sound of someone biking up the trail.



"I'll bet it's Lucinda," Colin said.



Sure enough, Colin was right. It was Lucinda...Lucinda Manette, or Lucie, as her friends called her. We could just make her out in the distance coming up the path. She was in our class in middle school and happened to live next door to us.



In the last three years since Lucinda and her mom, who was also a single parent, had moved next door; Lucinda had become the brunt of a good deal of teasing and taunting and sometimes cruel pranks by me and Colin. She was a cute, sweet girl. I know I, and I suspect Colin too, had a bit of a schoolboy crush on her. And like most eleven year old, sixth grade boys; we expressed our juvenile feelings for her by mercilously teasing her. Many, many was the time when Mrs. Manette would call up or come next door to complain to Aunt Sydney about us harassing Lucinda and playing mean, embarrassing tricks on her. And today would be no different.



"C'mon Em, quick, let's stash our bikes and hide behind the trees and pop out and scare the living daylights outta her," Colin exclaimed.



Colin called me "Em", for short. Short for Emmett. I was named for our father's late father and Colin was named for our mother's late father.



We quickly hid our bikes and ourselves behind trees. And at the opportune moment, we jumped out and screamed and scared the crap out of her.



Lucie shrieked in fear and swerved off the path and bounced off a small boulder and banged into the trunk of a tree. She cried as she clutched her left forearm and pulled herself out from under her damaged and bent bicycle.



"You A-holes!" She hollered, as she crept out from under the wreck. And then she really yelped when she looked down at the front of herself.



"Oh my God!!!" She screamed, realizing that she had wet herself; apparently from the trauma of the scare and the accident.



Then she put her two hands against the seat of her bluejeans and really bellowed in horror, "oh God...no!!!"



She had done more than just wet herself. Wetting AND messing herself had literally added insult to injury. Colin and I rushed to assist her, realizing that we had caused much more than a good scare in her. But she rebuked any efforts to assist her, even offers to bring her bike back home. She just left it and raced away for home, with her lame arm and hand covering the front of her soaked pants, and the other, the seat of her messed pants.



"You two are gonna pay for this. I can promise you that!!!" Those were the last words we heard from her, as she ran out of sight for her house.



We also headed for home and laid low, waiting for the boom to drop. And it didn't drop until Saturday morning after breakfast. No sooner did we finish eating, than there was a knock on the front door. Two very obviously distraught and angry callers awaited as Aunt Sydney answered the door. One was in a cast with a sling around her left forearm. The other was Mrs. Manette.



"Oh hello Mrs. Manette...Lucie...," we heard Aunt Sydney chime, "my goodness, what happened to your arm Lucie?"



"Your two malicious nephews is what happened to her," Mrs. Manette growled.



Colin and I knew our gooses were cooked.

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A Tale of Two Cissies--part2



Aunt Sydney ushered Mrs. Manette and Lucie into the living room to be seated and to explain what had happened. Colin and I made a move for the bedroom we shared upstairs, only to be halted in our tracks by Aunt Sydney.



"Colin and Emmett Carton! You two stay right where you are!!!" She yelled with an angry glare in her eyes.



Mrs. Manette began by reiterating her frustration and impatience over the many previous times that Colin and I had taunted, teased, harassed, and embarrassed Lucie in the last three years.



Then Lucie took over, explaining the details of how Colin and I had scared the crap out of her (my words and not her's of course) which caused the fall from her bike that fractured her forearm and made her...Lucie paused at that point, too embarrassed to explain the rest. Mrs. Manette whispered in Aunt Sydney's ear about Lucie then wetting and messing her pants.



Aunt Sydney was abhored and not at all defensive of me and Colin.



And Aunt Sydney became very contrite and obviously frightened when Mrs. Manette concluded with, "my brother is an attorney and he has recommended that we file charges against the boys and sue for damages!"



"Oh please Mrs. Manette, there must be another way to settle this," our aunt pleaded. "I promise the boys will be severely punished and we'll pay for any and all medical costs and the repair or replacement of Lucie's bicycle. And I promise they'll leave her alone in the future!"



Mrs. Manette thought, for what seemed to be an eternity. But finally she spoke, "well...only if the punishment is fitting and commensurate with the crime. Now I'm not talking about physical punishment, no arms are gonna be broken in retaliation...though the boys could sure use a sound spanking, I dare say." And she paused in thought again. "I think the boys need to suffer the emotional pain of the kind of teasing and taunting and embarrassment that they have inflicted on Lucie since we moved next door. That would be a suitable punishment!"



"Oh yes Mrs. Manette! It will be!" Aunt Sydney assured, grasping at straws.



"You're right Miss Carton...it WILL be!!! Or you'll be slapped with a lawsuit." Mrs. Manette replied, with a sinister gleam in her eyes.



Aunt Sydney was taked aback by her words and her look and hesitantly asked, "you sound like you have something in mind Mrs. Manette."



Mrs. Manette responded by sneering at me and Colin and said, "why don't you send your two nephews along up to their room and you and me and Lucie will discuss it."



Colin and I quaked in our boots as we headed upstairs to contemplate our fate.



Almost a full hour later, we were summoned back downstairs to face sentencing. Aunt Sydney's face was ashen and somber. Mrs. Manette had what seemed like a spiteful grin on her face. Lucie had a twinkle in her eye.



Aunt Sydney was the only one of the three to speak. "Boys...I certainly can't afford the possibility of a lawsuit. Mrs. Manette and Lucinda have proposed a punishment that would be acceptable to them. It's to take place over the ten days of Spring recess. And it will begin tomorrow morning. There is no choice in the matter, other than legal action...which is not acceptable to me."



Colin spoke up. "well, what's the punishment?"



Aunt Sydney silently looked over to Mrs. Manette, who simply nodded her head "no".



"You'll find out tomorrow morning," Aunt Sydney answered. And echoing some of Mrs. Manette's words, she added, "all I'll say for now is that it will be commensurate with and befitting of all the teasing and embarrassment and humiliation you've inflicted on Lucie through the years. Now go back to your room boys and stay there!"



As we trudged back upstairs, we heard Lucie and Mrs. Manette leaving. "We'll see you in the morning Miss Carton," Mrs. Manette said.



"Yes Mrs. Manette. I'll call you in the morning when they're ready," our aunt replied.



"What do you think 'ready' means?" I whispered to Colin.



"God only knows," he sighed, "but we're sure in for it!"



We sat on our beds, engaged in more speculation about what tomorrow morning would bring. And after ten minutes or so, Aunt Sydney knocked on the door and stepped in. She was wearing her coat and carrying her purse in one hand. In the other, she held a roll of masking tape and a felt tipped marker.



"I have to go shopping for a lot of things for you two for tomorrow." And she took the marker and wrote on the roll of masking tape and peeled off the piece she'd written on and held it up. She'd signed her name across it.



"Do either of you boys need to use the bathroom? I'm probably gonna be gone until dinner time. I have a lot of things to get."



We both just nodded "no".



She asked again, "are you sure?"



From the both of us again, another no.



"Well, you two just stay put here in your room while I'm gone and think about the serious error of your ways. I'm gonna tape this strip of masking tape, with my signature on it, across the door and door jam. If you leave the room, you'll break it and I'll know. Understand boys?"



"Yes Aunt Sydney," we both groaned.



"I'll have to trust you boys to stay out of trouble while I'm gone." And then she added, "if not, your punishment will be extended beyond the Spring recess." Then she stepped into the hallway and said, "last call on the bathroom!"



"We're fine," Colin answered for the both of us.



She closed the door and we heard her stick the tape across the door jam and then heard her footsteps on the stairway.



As I glanced out the bedroom window to see her getting into the car, I wondered out loud. "What on earth are the things she shopping for, for us?"



"I don't know and I don't even want to try to imagine," Colin replied, with a whimper. "But I'm sure we won't like it!"



Except for dinner, we spent the remainder of the day and evening in our room, agonizing over what our punishment would involve for the next ten days. It was a very restless and fitful sleep for the two of us that night.

[sissycaroline]

A Tale of Two Cissies--part3



Aunt Sydney got us up early Sunday morning, and it wasn't for church. She told Colin and me to bathe and wash our hair.



"Use creme rinse after washing your hair Colin," she told him. "It's long and tangled and you have a lot of split ends. When the both of you are done, I'll meet you in your bedroom. And have just your towels wrapped around yourselves."



Before too long, we met our aunt in the bedroom, in towels only. Aunt Sydney reached into a paper grocery bag on my bed and pulled out a plastic wrapped parcel and started to open it. The labelling on it said "Depends-small/medium briefs". That meant nothing to me and, apparently, Colin too.



But to our horror, we soon found out when she pulled out a stack of half a dozen of the disposable diapers.



"Who's first," she asked, though not in a taunting or intimidating way.



We both recoiled in shock. "We're not gonna be put in diapers, are we???" I shrieked.



"I'm afraid so boys," she replied, "it's as per Mrs. Manette's and Lucie's orders."



"No!!!!!" Colin screamed.



"I'm sorry boys. It's not my doing," she tried to console. "Like I said, it's as per their orders. Part of their requirements for your punishment. Either obey or it's charges brought up against the two of you and a lawsuit...you brought this on yourselves!"



"What do you mean by PART of their requirements Aunt Sydney," I asked.



"I'm afraid you'll soon find out when they come over," she replied. "C'mon Emmett, I'll diaper you first."



"Noooooooo," I hollered, with tears streaming down my face.



"Emmett, I've diapered you and your brother many times in the past, when you were little and I babysat the two of you for your mom and dad. It's nothing I haven't done or seen before." Then she coaxed, "now lie down on the bed in your towel, face up, and I'll get this over as quickly as possible."



"But I'm not a baby anymore," I cried.



"I know that. But you both better get used to this...for the school recess, at least. It's part of how you two are gonna 'pay the piper', you see."



"Part?????" Colin yelled.



"Yup...sorry," she said, "but I'm afraid I can't afford lawyer's fees and the repercussions of a lawsuit."



Aunt Sydney was the school nurse at the local elementary school that Colin and I, and Lucinda for that matter, had attended before middle school. And the pay certainly wasn't excessive.



Well...it was only after oceans and oceans of tears of embarrassment shed by Colin and me, that we found ourselves seated in the living room on the couch, as Aunt Sydney phoned Mrs. Manette and Lucie to come over. We had nothing on but three Depends each.



In a minute, maybe two at the most, the jolt from the doorbell's ring struck panic in the both of us.

[sissycaroline]

A Tale of Two Cissies--part4



Aunt Sydney answered it and greeted Mrs. Manette and Lucie. They each carried a box of unseen "stuff" in their arms. Surely instruments of punishment and torture for us. They quickly set their boxes down and directed their attention to us.



Standing in front of us, Mrs. Manette gave a devilish grin and Lucie just giggled. "Stand up boys, let's have a good look at you," Mrs. Manette commanded.



When we blushed and winced and balked, she added, "oh...come, come boys. It's not like you're naked!"



We each very slowly and reluctantly stood up, holding our hands in front of our diapers, in a desperate effort to try to hide our shameful garb. Tears poured down our faces, as we stared at the floor.



"Hands at your sides boys and turn around," Mrs. Manette ordered. And we obeyed.



As she patted my behind, she asked, "well padded...how many Miss Carton?"



"Three Depends each," our aunt responded.



"Very prudent Miss Carton," she complimented. "It looks like the boys are ready! Turn back around boys and face us."



We turned around, still keeping our eyes glued to the floor.



"Heads up boys and try to stop crying like little babies," she scolded.



It was hard to obey, because we sure felt like little babies in our bulbous diapers. And the look on Lucie's silent face was one of great satisfaction and gloating.



"Okay Miss Carton, your turn," called Mrs. Manette.



Aunt Sydney picked up a sack of things that she had stashed along side the couch and asked, "who's first Mrs. Manette?"



"Oh...I should think Colin," she said.



Aunt Sydney reached into her sack and pulled out a pair of plain, white plastic lined diaper pants and bent down and held them in front of him. "C'mon Colin, step into these."



When he started to bolt back from them, Aunt Sydney added, "they're for your own good Colin. They'll help to keep you from leaking."



Lucie had a good laugh. And any hope by me or Colin that the diapers might just be for looks was quickly dashed.



It was my turn for diaper pants next. And Aunt Sydney gave me a particularly pained look of sympathy, as she reached into the bag for mine.



I gagged and gasped in sheer horror as she plucked them out and walked toward me. "No!!!!!" I yelped, and with good reason.



My plastic lined diaper pants were totally covered with row upon row of white and baby blue lace ruffles, even around the elastic leg openings. Countless little blue ribbons festooned the front, sides, and back of the horribly ornate and garish garment.



"These are for little girls Aunt Sydney," I pleaded. "Why can't I have plain white ones like Colin??? It's not fair!!!"



As she held them out for me to step into, I saw a little tear form in her eye and she answered, "I'm afraid you'll find out why very soon." As consolation, she added, "they're trimmed in blue at least. And blue is for boys!"



That didn't make it any better, of course.



She snaked them up over my diapers and checked the waist and leg openings to assure that my diapers were totally contained within my sissy diaper panties.



Lucie gleamed with joy at the sight and asked, "okay mom, who's next...Little Miss Rhumba Panties or Mister Tighty Whities?" And she snapped Colin's waistband.



Mrs. Manette thought a moment. "I think Colin next. Let's finish him off totally and then concentrate on Emmett." And then looking to Aunt Sydney, she asked, "what do you think Miss Carton?"



"Okay, fine," she grumbled. Then she said to Colin, "Go up tp your room Colin and get dressed like normal...a T-shirt or sweatshirt, bluejeans, socks and your sneakers. Of course, you don't need to bother with underwear, since you're already wearing that."



"Be quick Colin," Mrs. Manette called to him, as he headed upstairs.



And he was back in a jiffy, looking like he always did---with one very glaring and noticeable exception----the huge bulge from the thick diapers underneath his bluejeans.



He sobbed as he stood in front of us. "Aunt Sydney...my diapers bulge out!!!"



Aunt Sydney just shook her head, as Lucie and her mom chuckled.



At least they were covered, I thought. And I was eager to get into my clothes and cover my diapers and, especially, the frilly rhumba panties. But they weren't yet done with Colin.



"Time to finish up with Colin," Mrs. Manette declared. "May we seat him at the table in the dining room Miss Carton? It's going to take awhile."



"Sure, whatever," our aunt mumbled in disgust.



Colin had a look of extreme dread in him, as they seated him at the table. I was seated across from him to observe. Neither he nor I could have a clue of what would be coming next.

[sissycaroline]

A Tale of Two Cissies--part5



Mrs. Manette reached into her bag of tricks and pulled out a rattail comb and a pair of scissors and set them on the table. Then she stood behind Colin, who was crying softly, and began running her fingers through his hair.



"Oh my," she exclaimed, "such long, thick, luxurious hair! A real waste on a boy." And she looked to her daughter and asked, "well Lucie...what'll it be?"



Lucie was quick to respond. "Like I said last night mom, pigtails...definitely PIGTAILS! Tied in bows with ribbons. And bangs...definitely BANGS across his forehead. He'll look so adorable in them!"



Colin started to bolt from his seat screaming, "no way!!!"



Mrs. Manette pushed down on his shoulders, securing him in his seat, and said, "you'll look very cute in pigtails and ribbons Colin."



"No, I don't want pigtails!!! Please no!!!" He shouted.



Mrs. Manette kept a cool, calm, and collected demeanor and replied, "well...then perhaps you should be given a permanent. Maybe a head full of ringlets and sausage curls will be more to your liking!"



As Colin hollered even louder, Mrs. Manette reached into her purse for her cell phone and said, "I'll call my beauty salon and see if I can get you an appointment for this afternoon for a permanent."



Colin was frantic. "No...not a permanent. Please...no beauty salon!!!"



"He would look precious in a Shirley Temple too," Lucie bubbled.



I was in total shock, as I'm sure Colin was. And Aunt Sydney stepped in. "Okay everybody...hold up!!! Colin...Emmett...come into the kitchen with me. Now!"



We trudged behind her and were told to sit at the kitchen table. And she began. "Boys, I know all of this is going to be horrifying for you. I'm certainly not happy about any of it either. But like I said before, you gotta 'pay the piper' for what you did and have done in the past to Lucie."



"But Aunt Sydney..." Colin whined.



"Hush up and hear me out," and she sat down across from us. "You can pay the piper by facing a judge in Family Court and a lawsuit," and she paused a moment and added, "they might even take the two of you away from me and place you in foster homes." (Colin gasped at the thought of that. To me, placement in a foster home sounded like a bit of a stretch. Maybe a scare tactic even. But I'm just a kid, I thought. What do I know?)



"OR...you two can bite the bullet and buck up and put up with their punishment for the duration of the school recess. Your sentence will end when school starts back up again. That is, if both of you behave and do as you're told!"



Colin and I gave no reply. We just stuck our faces in our hands and bawled.



Aunt Sydney got up and said, "I suggest that you go back to the dining room table Colin and tell Mrs. Manette and Lucie that pigtails would be fine. Trust me, you don't want a permanent!"



He groaned and begrudgingly stood up. Aunt Sydney and I followed him back to the dining room.



Colin's response was reserved and simple. "Pigtails will be okay."



"Nonsense, if you don't want pigtails...then a sweet, little girl permanent will be fine," Mrs. Manette teased.



"No Mrs. Manette, I'll take the pigtails."



She wickedly snarled, "then convince me Colin!"



Mrs. Manette was rubbing salt in the wound now and Aunt Sydney spoke up, ""Mrs. Manette...c'mon now! Ease up on him!"



Mrs. Manette just stuck her hand up out to our aunt, like a traffic cop stopping cars, and she continued, "Tell us how you want your hair done sweetheart."



Colin grit his teeth and grimaced and mumbled, "I want it in pigtails."



"Say it like you really mean it...SWEETHEART," she cackled.



"Mrs. Manette!!!" Aunt Sydney complained once more. And Aunt Sydney again got the traffic cop hand.



Colin squirmed, as we all did. Well...except Mrs. Manette and Lucie. And he stammered, "please can I have my hair done in pigtails with pretty ribbons tied in them?" And he burst into a flood of tears from his humiliating request.



"Of course you can sweetheart," Mrs. Manette replied, with a big smile of satisfaction.



As Mrs. Manette and Lucie set to work on Colin's new girly couf, she told me, "watch and pay attention Emmett. You may be called upon to do your brother's hair in the future."



Oh God, how repulsive, I thought. But I obeyed and watched. But Aunt Sydney didn't watch. She chickened out and made for the living room, apparently unable to bear watching. Colin just kept his eyes closed and whimpered.



Mrs. Manette began by combing his hair down in front across his forehead. She carefully cut deep bangs to maybe half an inch above his eyebrows. Then she deftly parted his hair perfectly down the middle to the nape of his neck. She gathered one half of it in a bunch, up to just behind the top of his left ear. And she had me hold it there in position, while she got some elastic bands from her bag of tricks to secure Colin's pigtails. Then she gathered his hair up in a bunch to just behind the top of his right ear and secured it very tightly in place with one of the elastic bands. Colin winced in pain from the tight pull on his hair.



Next, she handed me the other band. "Secure it nice and tightly Emmett, just as I did," she told me.



Again, Colin winced in pain, as I tugged tightly and secured his left pigtail in place. Mrs. Manette then combed and brushed them out for some fullness and a little bit of curl.



Lucie was given the satisfaction of tieing a long pink ribbon into a large perky bow in each pigtail. For good measure, she clipped a pink plastic barrette to each side of his head, just behind his bangs.



I felt so sorry for Colin. His pigtails and ribbons seemed even worse than my sissy rhumba panties. I was thankful for my short, boy's haircut.



I assumed they were done with Colin, and I gulped. I was next, whatever that entailed. And with my visible rhumba panties in mind, I ventured to ask, "can I please get dressed now too Mrs. Manette?"



"Not now Emmett, but very soon. We're still not quite done with your brother yet!"



"Oh God, pleeeaaase no more!!!" Colin squealled, his eyes still tightly closed.

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A Tale of Two Cissies--part6



From her bag, Mrs. Manette pulled out a pair of tweezers and she started plucking away at Colin's eyebrows.



"They're much too bushy," she complained.



Colin yelped in pain with each tweezer tug. But she plucked away until his eyebrows were well trimmed and girlishly arched. Then with a disposable razor, she gently shaved away any of the few and far between bits of facial hair. " A little peach fuzz", she called it. And Colin still had his eyes tightly shut in desperation.



But when Mrs. Manette asked Lucie to get the makeup kit, his eyes popped wide open. And so did his mouth.



"No!!! Not makeup. Please don't put makeup on me!!!" But his pleas were in vain.



"Oh shush Colin," Mrs. Manette reprimanded, "it's just a little light makeup and foundation. You'll scarcely know it's there."



Like hell I thought, reading Colin's mind.



Some "light makeup"! When she was done, Colin's perfectly made up face featured light foundation, facial powder, blush, eyeliner and mascara on his curled eyelashes. And Colin practically took off like a rocket on a launch pad, when she she applied cherry red lipstick to his trembling lips. "Cupid's bow lips," she called them.



But still, she wasn't done with Colin.



"Hand me the perfume spray in the bag, will you please Lucie?" And she spritzed a little behind each of his ears.



But his ears weren't done.



"Please dig out the clip-on earrings now Lucie and put them on him and he'll be done."



"No! No!! That's it! I'm not gonna wear them!!!" Colin practically shouted at the top of his lungs.



Ever composed, Mrs. Manette calmly replied, "oh...I understand sweetheart. Clip-on earrings are tacky and childish."And she again reached for her cell phone. "My beauty salon also does ear piercings. I'll give them a call and see if they can squeeze you in this afternoon. Lucie can loan you a pair of her pierced earrings!"



Defeated yet again, Colin rethought and grumbled, "no, that won't be necessary. The clip-ons will be fine."



"Are you sure sweetheart?" Mrs. Manette asked, with feigned concern. "We'll gladly take you to get your ears pierced."



"THE CLIP-ONS ARE FINE!!!" And then he angrily added, for more emphasis, "I LOVE 'EM...THEY'RE ADORABLE!!!" In no way, did my desperate twin want his ears pierced. But I feared poor Colin was going a bit off the deep end.



Lucie clipped them on. He was handed a mirror but refused to look at his girlish reflection. He closed his eyes tightly again. Of course, he couldn't go for the remainder of recess without looking in a mirror. But for now, at least, it was probably a smart move. He'd be horrified at the relection of the very REAL girl in the mirror. It was uncanny, almost surreal, and downright weird.



And Aunt Sydney didn't help the situation when Colin was brought into the living room for her to see him.



She gasped loudly and, without thinking, exclaimed, "oh my goodness!You look just like a real girl, from the neck up anyway. And a very, very pretty girl at that!"



Her words were certainly of no comfort or consolation to poor Colin. And he burst into more tears, only to be handed a tissue and scolded by Mrs. Manette to not spoil his makeup by crying.



Colin was probably relieved when attention was now turned to me.



"Okay Emmett, you're next," Mrs. Manette chimed, "and I know you're eager to get DRESSED!"

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A Tale of Two Cissies--part7



"Miss Carton, did you get a suitable outfit and all for Emmett yesterday? He's obviously quite eager to get dressed," Mrs. Manette inquired.



"Yes I did," our aunt sighed, "it's in my bedroom closet." And she headed off after it.



When she returned, the four of us loudly gasped; none more so than me though.



Tears streamed down my face, as she held the hangered "outfit" in her right hand up, for close inspection by Mrs. Manette and Lucie. The two oogled and gushed over it and were more than well pleased with it.



My outfit was a powder blue satin dress with a white, Peter Pan collar, short puffed sleeves trimmed with white edging, a long row of buttons up the back, and sash that tied in a bow behind the waist. It was adorned with white smocking across the front. It looked very girlish, very little girlish.



"Where on earth did you find this wonderfully lovely confection Miss Carton," Mrs. Manette gleefully asked?



"A consignment store in town,"Aunt Sidney replied, unenthused.



In my aunt's left hand, she held a hanger with what appeared to be multiple white, very fluffy slips.



"And those gorgeous petticoats," Mrs. Manette asked, "where did you get them?"



"The 'Tots to Teens' dress shop on Center Street," she simply replied.



"Well, it's absolutely perfect Miss Carton." And Mrs. Manette looked to me and asked, "how do you like your outfit Emmett? Isn't it dreamy?"



"More like a nightmare," I grumbled. "Please don't put that on me!"



Lucie laughed and scoffed, "I wouldn't be caught dead wearing something as girlie and sissy as that! But then...I'm not you Emmett. I can't wait to see how pretty it's gonna look on you!''



"Neither can I, " Mrs. Manette added, "but time's a wastin'. Let's get this show on the road!"  And Mrs. Manette pulled out a small, lady's electric razor and used it to quickly shave the little bit of hair and peach fuzz on my legs.



Aunt Sydney did stay to watch, as the Manette's then took the two very full petticoats and put them on me. They had me step into the first one and pulled it up over my diaper filled rhumba panties to my waist. The second one was lowered in place down over my head and shoulders, on top of the first. I was totally engulfed in a humungous circle of white "pouf". I couldn't see my feet or legs or my awful rhumba panties. That was okay with me, at least.



"Now let's get him into his lovely dress," Mrs. Manette exclaimed.



"Hold on mom," Lucie interrupted, "shouldn't he wear a bra underneath it?"



"Mrs. Manette, it's a little girl's dress," Aunt Sydney interjected, "and it doesn't require a bra underneath it! Besides, you didn't tell me to buy one for him."



"Thank you Aunt Sydney," I gratefully replied.



Well, Mrs. Manette was certainly no one to take "no" for an answer. She thought a moment and declared, "well, he is eleven years old. I think a training bra would be appropriate."



"No!!!" I pleaded, but to deaf ears.



Mrs. Manette then whispered something into Lucie's ear, to which she responded, "oh gross mom. No way!"



Mrs. Manette whispered some more in her ear and Lucie replied, "well...okay...but I sure don't want it back when he's done with it!"



"Lucie's gotta run home for a minute to fetch something...she'll be right back," Mrs. Manette then announced.



I certainly had a pretty good idea of what Lucie was going to fetch from home. I'm sure Aunt Sydney and Colin did too.



While she was gone, I was fitted into blue lace trimmed anklet socks and black, patent leather Maryjane shoes. The shoes were a bit tight. And I couldn't see my girlish footwear beneath my petticoats. Maybe that was just as well.



I wailed when Lucie returned carrying a small, white bra. "Please don't make me wear a bra...especially one of HERS!!!"



"It's clean," Lucie snickered. "It was my very first training bra. And you can just keep it. I don't want it back."



"Well I don't want it either!!!" I argued, in tears, as Lucie fastened it onto my chest.



There I stood...in diapers, rhumba panties, petticoats, anklets, and Maryjane shoes. And now...an old training bra of Lucie's. And things were about to get worse. The awful sissy dress was next.



"Hold your arms up Emmett," Mrs. Manette ordered.



I wished the earth would open up and swallow me up, as they lowered the dress down over my arms and head and shoulders and training bra, and smoothed and adjusted the skirt of the dress over my mountain of petticoats. Then they buttoned me up in back and tied the sash in a huge bow. And the dress, to my surprise, actually fit me.



Well pleased, Mrs. Manette gushed, "petticoats are an absolute 'must', to make a pretty dress like this nice and full!"



And full it was. My dress seemed almost parallel to the floor. The hem of it just covered the edge of my petticoats. I couldn't see, but I could feel that the whole outfit had to be at least a few inches above my knees.



"Okay Emmett, now give us a twirl," Mrs. Manette told me.



"No...I don't know what you mean." I lied.



"Oh silly boy...just put your hands on your hips and twist side to side...NOW DO IT!" She snarled.



I had no choice and did a humiliating twirl. The whole feeling was very foreign to me, of course. The swish and sway and bounce of the petticoats underneath my dress created a noise...a kind of rustling sound. And the stiff netting of them felt itchy and scratchy on my bare legs. It was the worst feeling I ever felt.



"Can he give us a curtsey mom," Lucie asked?



Now Colin stood up for me. "Oh, leave him alone Lucinda!"



"Oh...you're just jealous, Colin, that you don't have a pretty dress and petticoats to wear like he does," Lucie sarcastically snapped.



"Do give us a curtsey Emmett," Mrs. Manette said.



"No...I don't know..."



She cut me off before I could finish. "Don't tell me you don't know what I mean...now go ahead and curtsey for us!"



I looked to my aunt. She just sadly nodded her head in agreement.



I performed what was surely a very awkward and definitely embarrassing curtsey; to the sound of much giggling from the Manettes.



"He'll need much more practice with his curtseys mom," Lucie laughed.



Colin and I whimpered and sobbed, as we were then stood, face to face, to get a good look at each other. I don't know who looked worse, me or him. Though I had the feeling that I did. At least, my outlandish dress and petticoats hid my bulging diapers and rhumba panties. But I knew that it would probably only be true, if I stood perfectly straight up. Certainly, the slightest lean or tilt or bend over would cause my rhumba panties to be well displayed.



We were made to stand there, examining each other, for what seemed like an hour; but was actually only a minute or two.



And something struck me, as I looked at him and then down at myself. And I wondered if it might be dawning on Colin too.



We were exact polar opposites of each other. At his north pole, from the neck up, Colin was all "girl" in his pigtails and ribbons and makeup. But heading down to his south pole, he was all "boy". Though he had a diaper bulge at his equator.



And of course, from the neck up, I was all "boy". But Heading south, I was the prissiest little girl imaginable in my sissy dress and petticoats.



We were the yin and yang of each other. Doubtless, the evil intent of Mrs. Manette and Lucie.