Author Topic: The Cure (Read 37160 times)

DaraJaney · « **on:** August 21, 2010, 10:19:54 AM »

Wendy Atkins was at her wits end with her son Gary. He was flunking his grades, bullying smaller kids and had even been caught shoplifting. Her sister Hilda told her that she knew what to do about it. She arrived at the house with her friend Gertrude. Both women were quite big. Gary was still in bed at midday.

“You just go out and have a coffee and browse the shops for a couple of hours and leave this to us”, Hilda told her sister. Wendy took her bag and went out.

She returned just over two hours later. Hilda came downstairs. “We’re not quite done but you might as well come up.” Wendy wondered what on earth she meant.

Hilda led her into Gary’s room. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Gary was sitting in a chair with his hands tied behind his back. He was wearing a pink lace-trimmed dress. She could see layers of white petticoats underneath the dress. Then he had white tights on and pink lace-topped ankle socks and black patent leather shoes with a two-inch heel. She couldn’t decide had they put blush on his cheeks or was that natural. There was a flowery plastic bag over his hair.

Gary wriggled desperately in the chair. “Mum, make them stop. Let me go!” But his mother just smiled and folded her arms. Hilda walked around behind Gary. She reached towards the top of the back of his dress. “This will ensure that he can’t take his pretty pink dress off.” She held up a small padlock. There were loops of material from either side of the zip locked together by the padlock. She tucked the padlock inside a flap of material that went over the zip.

She walked around the front. She reached down to Gary’s ankle. She lifted the lace trim on his ankle socks. Underneath was the strap from the shoe around his ankle and there was another tiny padlock there. She turned the lace down again and it could no longer be seen.

Now she reached under Gary’s petticoats. “Please don’t!” She raised his petticoats and his mother could see the pink frilly pettipants he was wearing. A thin chain was threaded through the waist band of his pettipants and once again there was a tiny padlock.

His mother looked at the bag on his hair. There were leads coming from the back that joined together and ran towards the socket. Hilda looked at her watch. “Actually I think we’re done now.” There was a smell of singed hair in the room.

Hilda removed the bag revealing that Gary’s hair was wound around a couple of dozen heated rods. He was facing the mirror and looked disconsolately at his reflection. His Aunt unrolled the first rod. A tightly pressed ringlet sprang out. Gary watched in dismay and his mother in delight as each rod unrolled and his mass of ringlets grew.

Gertrude walked in front of Gary holding two pink ribbons. She gathered half the ringlets on one side and tied them in the ribbon finishing off with a dainty bow. Then she did the same on the other side. She stood aside and Gary saw the result of her handiwork in the mirror. “OK I think we’re done.”

Hilda untied Gary’s hands. He immediately jumped up. His dress was very short and he was taken aback by this. He cringed and tried to push his skirts down but the starched petticoats simply sprang back up.

He tried to reach the zip on his dress. In so doing his dress rode up and a couple of rows of pink lace on his pettipants were visible to him in the mirror. He quickly lowered his arms and pushed his dress down again.

He sighed heavily in frustration but he had to try to get the appalling dress off. He reached for the zip again and ignored the view of pettipants that the women were getting. He pulled at the zip but it couldn’t be pulled below the loops of material locked together. He had to give up.

He put one foot out in front to try to see the shoes. He had to push back his petticoats to be able to see. He saw the pink lace-trimmed socks and almost gagged. He pulled up the lace trim and fingered at the lock. He pulled at it but it was not budging.

His Aunt helpfully explained to everyone. “Since he can’t take off his dress, he can’t take off the pettislip either. Since he can’t take off his pretty pink panties, he can’t take off his tights either. And since he can’t take off his shoes, he can’t take off the lace-trimmed socks.”

Gary stood there looking in the mirror. It was true. He couldn’t get any of it off. And yet none of the locks were visible. So anyone seeing him would think that he was willingly wearing these clothes.

He wondered if any of the keys were around. He turned to look around the room. The weight of his petticoats swooshed around him. There was something on the bed. He bent over to pick it up. It was a hairclip. The women were tittering. Gary looked over his shoulder and in the mirror he could see that the full frilly bottom of his pettipants was in view when he bent over like that. He stood erect immediately and pushed down his petticoats at the back.

“OK time to take a little trip”, his Aunt announced. Gary turned to glare at her. His ringlets slapped against the side of his face. The two big women grabbed an arm each. They propelled him out of the room. “Noooo! Where are we going?!”

DaraJaney · « **Reply #1 on:** August 23, 2010, 07:09:40 PM »

They brought Gary down the stairs and headed for the front door. “Noooo! Please!!!” He tried to dig his heels in but with the two-inch heel he could only trot along between them. His mother opened the door and they brought him out. The cool breeze circulated up under his dress. It was actually quite refreshing given the layers of petticoats, tights and panties he was wearing.

He looked up and down the road, praying that nobody could see. It was a quiet cul-de-sac and there was nobody around. His mother closed the door and the women let go of him. He was left standing in the open in his pink dress, white tights, frilly socks and ringlets. He couldn’t get back in the door.

His Aunt pressed the key fob for her car and the central locking clicked. Gary made straight for the back door. He had to get out of sight. He stepped in quickly and then had to pull his petticoats in the door after him. Gertrude teased him. “I see you can’t wait to show off your pretty dress.”

“Please Mum, let me back in the house. What do you want from me? I’ll agree to anything if you let me out of these clothes!” His Aunt was in the driving seat. “It’s a bit late for that.”

They drove down the road. “We’re going to Lotti’s birthday party.” Lotti was in his class in school. She was one of the most regular victims of his bullying. Despite that she had invited him to her party. Perhaps she was scared not too. He had no intention of going to a dumb girl’s party but now it looked like he was going after all.

Gertrude was sitting beside him. “Here’s the deal. We’re going to tell them that you are Gary’s cousin Amanda. You either play along or we’ll tell them that you are actually Gary in a pretty pink dress.” Gary was appalled. “Mum?!” He looked desperately for her support but she seemed to be prepared to go along with it.

He sighed heavily and his hands flopped down on his mass of petticoats. “OK?” Gertrude asked. They turned into Lotti’s road. “Do I have any choice?” Gertrude smiled. “That’s the boy …eh… girl. Gosh, I hope that none of us give it away accidentally.” Gary glared at her.

“Now put these on.” She held a pair of white gloves with lace trims on the wrists. Gary sighed again. “You really don’t have any choice unless you want us to give you away.”

He took the gloves and put them on, getting them the wrong way around at first. “And this”, Gertrude said. She was holding a little pink purse on a gold chain. Gary took it in his white gloved hand.

They pulled up outside the house. His mother opened his door. He stepped out and stood up. He shook his petticoats that were somewhat awry from being bundled into the car. He realised that he looked totally dumb even for a girl. Nobody over 8 dressed like this anymore. He supposed that since his Aunt was from a very rural area they just might buy it. They walked towards the front door. He had little choice but to follow. His petticoats swayed and he stopped and steadied them. He knew that very little sway might well reveal his pink frilly panties.

His mother rang the doorbell. Gary felt sick in his stomach. There was no going back now as he heard the footsteps approach the door. He was about to appear at a party full of girls from his class in a pink frilly dress, layers of petticoats, tights, frilly ankle socks, high heeled shoes, ringlets and there was a good chance they would see his frilly pink panties.

The door opened. Lotti’s mother smiled at the women briefly and then saw Gary. “Oh my goodness!” She was clearly stunned by what appeared to her to be a teenage girl in the frilliest outfit she had ever seen in real life. “This is Amanda. Gary’s cousin. She’s in town with her mother and friend. Gary is unwell today. I was sure you wouldn’t mind if we came instead.”

“No. Absolutely.” Lotti’s mother stammered. She was looking curiously at Amanda’s face. “Wow. Very strong genes on your side of the family.” Gary clutched his purse nervously. He became conscious that he was pressing the tops of his legs together tightly he was so nervous about the shortness of his dress.

“Come in.” They went in the door. Most of the kids seemed to be in the back garden. They approached the patio doors. It was all girls. Of course, they were all in t-shirts and jeans. “Oh my”, his Aunt said putting her hand to her chest. “We seem to be a little over-dressed.” She exaggerated her country accent.

“Oh don’t worry about that”, Lotti’s mother assured her. “It’s lovely to see a girl who appreciates pretty clothes. It’s so rare now.”

Hilda nudged Gary into the back garden. Some of the girls stopped their playing and stared at the girl in the pink frilly dress. Other saw them staring and followed their line of sight. None of them seemed sure whether to laugh out loud or not.

“This is Amanda”, Lotti’s mother told them. “She’s Gary’s cousin.” They slowly gathered around. Gary wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. The girls looked at his pink dress, his petticoats, his frilly ankle socks, his ringlets tied up in a bow, his pretty purse. He desperately hoped that they couldn’t see his panties.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #2 on:** August 26, 2010, 03:27:30 AM »

Some of the girls couldn’t help tittering. Lotti’s mother tried to distract everyone. “The thing is the girls are mostly climbing trees and kicking a ball around. I don’t think Amanda wants to do that in her pretty dress.” Gary bristled. “Never mind, I’m sure I have something else you can play with.” She took Gary’s hand and strode briskly towards the conservatory. Gary scampered after her, his heels being difficult on the grass. The girls all gave each other puzzled looks and slowly returned to their play.

The women sat in deckchairs and watched the girls play. Eventually Lotti’s mother emerged from the conservatory. “I think she’ll be fine now.” She stood looking into the conservatory.

The women went over to see. They looked in the glass front. In the corner was a large doll’s house. Gary knelt beside a box of furniture and figures for the house. He had little choice but to do what was expected of him. He picked up a kitchen table. He leant forward to place it in the kitchen. In so doing he gave the women a view of his pink pettipants. His mother wondered if she should warn him.

The girls saw the women looking into the conservatory and ran over to see what was up. When Gary went back to the box he looked up to see a dozen girls staring in the window at him playing with the doll’s house. He picked up a cooker and leant forward to place it. There were snorts of laughter from the girls. Gary froze. He realised what they were laughing at.

Eventually the girls got bored watching him. Lotti’s mother told the other women it was nice and cosy in the conservatory and suggested that they sit there. So Gary had to continue playing with the doll’s house in front of his audience.

After a while he heard an excited gaggle in the garden. He looked out the window. The girls had found a long piece of rope. Two of them stretched it across the garden and did a test swing.

Lotti came into the conservatory. “Here’s something you can play!” She grabbed Gary’s hand. He scrambled to his feet. His petticoats were all over the place and he initially tried to push them down but then realised it didn’t make much difference any more.

Lotti pulled him towards the centre of the rope. Then she backed away. The two girls swung the rope over his head. When it came towards his feet, he instinctively jumped. His ringlets and petticoats danced around him. The girls were delighted. They continued swinging. He had no choice but to jump each time if he didn’t want to end up in a heap on the ground.

They speeded up. He tried desperately to keep his petticoats down but everyone could see his full pettipants. His mother was concerned. Would anyone notice an outline in his panties? The lace on his pettipants was so thick it seemed unlikely. It continued for what seemed like several minutes. Lotti’s mother grew concerned for the girl. “That’s enough now.” Eventually Gary was able to stop and push down his petticoats. His tights were wrinkled and he wanted to pull the legs up but that would only amuse the assembled audience even more.

When the food came out they made a big fuss over protecting his pretty dress. A large napkin was placed on his lap and he was ultra careful.

Gary was dying to get away from the party but his mother made him wait until all the parents had come to collect the girls and all had a good look at him playing again with the doll’s house.

Eventually they left in the car. Gary was so relieved that that was over. “Now honey”, his Aunt said, “those ringlets will hold for a week at least.” Gary’s jaw dropped. “So you have a choice. You can stay at home and run the risk that somebody recognises you or you can come and stay with me.”

Gary thought about it. His mates would inevitably call over to his house. If they saw his hair they would have hysterics even if he was wearing boy’s clothes. “So which is it?” his Aunt asked. “I’ll go with you”, Gary muttered disconsolately.

They left his mother off at their house. Gary went to open his door but the handle didn’t seem to work. His mother waved cheerily at him as his Aunt drove off. “Have fun!” Gary leaned forward. “But I need to get some clothes for the week.” “No you don’t”, his Aunt said without elaboration. Gary shifted uneasily in his dress and petticoats in the back seat.

When they arrived at his Aunt’s she opened the door for him. They went in the front door, Gary anxious to know if he could get the horrid dress off. His Aunt went up the stairs. “Come on, I’ll show you your room.”

She led him into a bedroom. He was dismayed. It was obviously a girl’s room. The flowery wallpaper and curtains were awful. The duvet and pillows were pink and lace trimmed. His Aunt opened the wardrobe. “This is why you didn’t need to bring any clothes.” Gary was confronted with a dozen frilly dresses in all sorts of girly colours. His heart sank. There were a couple of pettislips with their layers of petticoats bulging out between the dresses.

His Aunt left the room. “I’ll leave you to settle in.” Gary flopped down on the bed and his petticoats billowed up around him. There was little point in changing out of the dress. There was nothing better to put on.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #3 on:** August 29, 2010, 01:37:17 PM »

He looked gloomily and the chest of drawers. He went over and opened the top drawer. There were neat stacks of frilly panties and pettipants in colours to match the dresses. He delved deep but could not find a single plain pair. He pushed the drawer shut quickly. He braced himself and opened the next drawer.

It was packed full of stockings and tights. He gingerly picked up a stocking and held it up. It had lace around the top and a big pink bow. The next item he held up was a pair of white tights with pink hearts down the side. There were more lace-topped ankle socks. He rummaged for a while but couldn’t find any stocking that didn’t have some embarrassing embellishment.

Once again he closed the drawer and tried the next one. He wasn’t sure what these things were called but it was full of camisoles, slips and lacey gloves. He closed the drawer and sat back on the bed. He couldn’t help but think about having to wear all these clothes over the next week. He clutched his petticoats nervously.

When it finally came to bedtime his Aunt unlocked his shoes, his dress and his panties. He quickly took off the shoes, dress and pettislip and rushed off to the loo.

When he returned his Aunt had a large number of pink ribbons in her hands. “Now we have to tie up all your pretty ringlets so that they keep nice and tidy for tomorrow.” “But I don’t want these ringlets!” he protested. “Well you certainly don’t want ringlets that are all twisted and out of shape which is what will happen if you don’t tie them up”, his Aunt told him.

He sighed heavily. His Aunt tied one ringlet to demonstrate to him and he reluctantly took another piece of ribbon and did the next one. She left him to it and it took him ages to do all his ringlets. She came back in to see him looking in the mirror morosely at his head full of pink ribbons. She gave him a pretty pink nightie and made sure he put it on before going to bed.

She woke him about eight in the morning. “You can choose your own outfit today Amanda. Anything you want.” He glared at her. There was nothing he wanted to wear in the wardrobe.

Still, he didn’t want to wear a pink nightie all day. Eventually he settled on a sky blue dress with white piping. He supposed that blue was better than pink or lemon or apricot or any of the other colours available. He put on a pair of panties that only had three rows of lace on the bum – the plainest available. He found a pair of knee high socks. They also had frilly lace on the top but were about the most grown up in the selection.

His Aunt came in as he was untying his ringlets. She was obviously disappointed with his selection. She handed him two sky blue ribbons to tie his ringlets up in bunches.

After breakfast she made him do some dusting. Later she got him to wash the kitchen floor. He wasn’t happy about being given these menial tasks but then what else was he going to do wearing these dumb clothes? He certainly didn’t want to go out. She did bring him shopping later. He got a lot of curious looks since he was still dressed like an eight year old. All day his Aunt was quite cool with him.

The next morning she breezed into his room. “Wake up now. We’re going on a nice trip today.” This time she selected his clothes. She placed the lemon dress on his bed. It had big puffed sleeves and a lace pattern across the bodice. Then she took out a pettislip with several layers of petticoats. He was also to wear white tights and matching lemon panties with lace trim across the bum and around the legs. She found ankle socks with lemon lace at the top and two lemon ribbons for his ringlets.

When he was fully dressed she stood him in front of the mirror. “Beautiful! Now do I have to lock your dress, shoes and panties.” Gary lowered his head and shook it. What was the point? “Good girl!”

After breakfast Gertrude joined them. Gary put on his white gloves and white shoulder bag and they were off. First stop was an elegant tea-shop. His Aunt made him sit demurely with his back straight and his knees pressed together. Several elderly ladies around knew her and stopped to ask “who is this pretty girl?” Gary had to thank them every time they complemented his pretty dress or his petticoats.

He had to go to the loo. He didn’t know whether to take off his dress and pettislip or whether he was supposed to negotiate his way around them. In the end there was nowhere to hang a dress so he hadn’t much choice. When it came to wiping himself, he desperately tried to pin his petticoats up with his elbows, his tights and panties down around his knees.

Before they went his Aunt asked “where would you like to go now sweetie?” Gary was surprised that he was being given a choice in anything. “The Zoo?” “Excellent”, his Aunt said and off they went.

Soon they were walking past animal enclosures. Gary held a large stick of candyfloss in one hand and a guide book in the other. When the wind gusted he was totally unable to control his petticoats. From the occasional sniggers behind, he suspected that some rude boys had seen his panties.

Later his Aunt bought him the biggest ice cream cone. “Mind your pretty dress”, she warned him. He was granted his every wish during the day.

As he slept that night he realised that if he put on the most ordinary clothes he could find, his Aunt would be displeased and make him do household chores, whereas if he put on a pretty dress she would treat him to whatever he wanted.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #4 on:** August 30, 2010, 03:24:37 PM »

The next morning he stood in front of the wardrobe. He really didn’t want to wear sissy dresses but he really didn’t want to end up washing floors either. And if he had to wear a dress one way or the other…. He wondered if she would bring him to the circus. He had seen the posters the day before.

He took out the hangar with the pink gingham dress. He took out the pettislip. He put them on the bed and opened the drawer. He felt a little sick as he took out the white tights with the hearts down the side and the pink gingham panties. He pulled back his petticoats as he tried to pull on the pink lace-trimmed ankle socks and buckle up his t-bars shoes.

Apart from tying up his ringlets in pink ribbons, he also found a large pink bow that he clipped to his hair above his forehead. He put on white gloves and took the pink purse.

He took a deep breath before going into the kitchen in front of his Aunt. “Oh my dear, you look so pretty! I’m delighted that you picked such pretty clothes.” He inwardly cringed while trying to hold his smile.

As he hoped, she asked what he wanted to do that day. They headed into town to see the circus. The other kids at the circus tittered and sniggered at the teenage girl in the pink frilly dress. He felt quite conspicuous. It was no surprise that the clowns picked him out for some audience participation.

He tried to resist being pulled into the ring but his Aunt shoved him forward and his petticoats went flying as he was launched into the ring. He desperately tried to keep his skirts down as he was so conscious of the tittering in the crowd. He looked so ridiculous that it was possible most of the crowd thought he was a set-up.

A clown wheeled out a circular board. The other clown led Gary over to it and stood him in front of it. They pulled Gary’s wrists up and strapped them to the board. Then they pulled his legs apart and strapped his ankles to the board just below his lace trim.

One of the clowns produced some rubber knives from his jacket and showed them to the crowd who roared laughing. The other clown produced a handle which he connected to the side of the wheel. He started turning it and the wheel started rotating.

Gary was distraught. It was bad enough that he was strapped to a wheel in a pink frilly dress, masses of petticoats, tights and frilly ankle socks but he was about to be turned upside down with predictable results! He struggled at the straps but it was useless. As he turned upside down, his ringlets dangled from his head and his petticoats came down in front of his face. Both he and his Aunt were concerned that somebody might see an unexpected outline in his panties but the thick lace hid anything untoward. The crowd roared laughing.

Gary was turned around and around several times. The rubber knives splatted against his petticoats. Eventually they stopped with him the right way up. He was freed from the wheel and desperately clutched his petticoats as he returned to the audience.

They were given vouchers for a restaurant by the management afterwards and his Aunt insisted that they go right away. So he was out quite late that day in his pink dress.

Despite his circus ordeal, it was now quite obvious that he should dress prettily if he wanted a day of play rather than work. The next day he put on the apricot dress which had rows of lace all the way around the skirt. His pettislips were now a regular item. There seemed to be matching panties, ribbons and ankle socks for each outfit.

His Aunt was again clearly pleased when he flounced into the kitchen. However, she noticed that the lace trim had come away in one spot. “I must show you how to mend that.”

So Gary got his first lesson in sowing. He sat there in his pettislip with his apricot dress over his knee as his Aunt showed him. Of course, he didn’t get it right the first time but after a few attempts he had successfully sown the lace trim of his apricot dress correctly and he put his restored frock on again.

“You picked that up so quickly!” his Aunt flattered him. “Let’s try something else.” Soon she had him trying embroidery. She kept coaxing him along with encouragement. “Gosh you are so good at this.” He felt more than a little foolish sitting there doing embroidery but it was better than scrubbing floors. By the end of the day he had embroidered “Amanda” on all of his pairs of panties and it was only at the end when he sat there looking at the pile of panties with his girl’s name on them that he thought that there was more significance to this than just practice.

The next day she convinced him that he needed some exercise. It seemed that the only suitable form available to him in his pretty dresses was skipping. He was reluctant at first but once again plenty of encouragement had him practicing for most of the day.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #5 on:** August 31, 2010, 04:35:27 PM »

A few days later, his Aunt called to him up the stairs in the morning. “We have a special day today honey so wear something nice.”

He selected the lavender dress. Just the night before he had repaired the lace trim around the skirt and his Aunt had shown him how to add extra bows to the puffed sleeves. He put it on over his pettislip. Then he spotted in the corner of the wardrobe something he hadn’t noticed before. It was a white broderie anglaise pinafore. He pulled it over his head to see how it looked. The shoulders had stiff lace trim that stood up and it tied in a bow behind him.

He found a massive white bow and pinned it to the back of his hair so that two long streamers hung down his back. He put on white tights and the matching lavender panties and frilly ankle socks. Then he strapped on his shoes and pulled on white gloves.

He stood in front of the mirror and fluffed up his petticoats and primped the lace trim on his pinafore. He wondered what treats his Aunt would have in store for him.

He trotted down the stairs with his petticoats billowing. The two-inch heels no longer bothered him. He skipped into the kitchen with his ringlets dancing and his petticoats fluttering. He exercised a deep curtsey like his Aunt had taught him.

“Oh my goodness!” The voice came unexpectedly from the corner of the kitchen behind the door. He swung around in surprise. His mother sat there. “Oh how perfect!” she beamed. Gary suddenly felt so self-conscious in his lavender dress and pinafore. “You really have transformed him! What a perfect little girl!”

Gary wanted to die but he could do little except stand there is his frock and take it. His Aunt was equally enthusiastic. “Oh I’m so pleased that you wore that dress. Do you know he mended the lace trim himself and added those pretty bows?” Gary was mortified. “Really?! Did you darling?” Gary had no choice but to nod. “And I had forgotten about the pinafore”, his Aunt added, “where did you find it?” Gary sighed. “In the corner of the wardrobe”, he replied looking sideways at his mother realising how this must all look.

“I came up today expecting to be bringing you home somewhat chastened for your experience but I never expected to see you so happy to be wearing pretty dresses and really girly clothes”, his mother said. Gary blurted out “Oh please take me home Mum! I promise to be good if you let me wear my boy’s clothes again.”

“Nonsense dear. You clearly fit right in here. If it’s ok with Hilda, I’ll stay here with you another week.” “No Mum! Please don’t make me wear these clothes another week!” “What are you saying? You clearly have taken to being a pretty girl. Now we just need to redo your ringlets, I think, they are getting a little loose.” “Please Mum no!”

But she spun him around and Hilda fetched the curling rods. Soon he was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room with his ringlets smouldering into solid curls again.

After another week in dresses, he had now embroidered all the underwear in his room with his name Amanda. Without even broaching the subject, his mother simply sat him in the centre of the room and starting rolling his ringlets onto the rods again.

His Aunt said “I was on to Sister Angelica today and she says that she can arrange for him to go to the convent next week when the new school year starts.” “What?!!” Gary spluttered turning to face her. “Ow!” he yelped as the movement pulled on one of his ringlets. “Stay still”, his mother instructed him.

“Please Mum don’t make me go to school as a girl!” But he had to sit still as she worked on his ringlets. “But you make such a perfect girl dear. I’m not letting you go back to being a bully boy.” “But I won’t Mum I promise.” “I know you won’t!” she retorted.

His Aunt continued. “He will have to start in First Year since he won’t have done Home Economics or needlework or secretarial skills before.” “But Mum! Please don’t make me go back two years as well!”

The following Monday Gary stood in his green gymslip, crisp white blouse, green tights and black shoes. His ringlets were tied up in green ribbons. He tugged nervously at his short pleated gymslip. “Please Mum!” he begged one last time. “Off we go!” she piped.

At the school the girls tittered at his ringlets. He was almost a foot taller than most of the First Year girls. Many of the girls wore trousers and he eyed them enviously. Most of the others were quite sloppily dressed with sagging socks and crooked pleats on their skirts. Gary stood out not only as being taller but as easily the most tidily dressed with his crisp blouse, firmly ironed pleats, brand new tights and shoes.

He hoped that if he was really good his mother might free him from this torment. He studied diligently and did all this homework. At the end of the first week she told his Aunt in front of him “this is just perfect. He was always skimping on his homework before but he’s such a good pupil now!”

His results at the end of the first term were so good that his fate was sealed. He just couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to go out and play with other kids because of his sissy clothes so it was easy to stay in and study. He completed his first year as a girl.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #6 on:** September 01, 2010, 01:39:27 PM »

On the first weekend of the holidays his mother was preparing the curling rods when he asked tentatively if he could be allowed to wear something more grown up. His mother looked at his Aunt. “Ok, we can try that.”

So a hair-straightener was used instead. His Aunt fetched a white corset and they pulled it over his head. He looked at it worriedly. He gasped as his Aunt tightened it and tightened it. Eventually it was tied firmly in place.

They put tan seamed stockings on him, taking care to get his seams straight before attaching them to the suspender straps on his corset. His mother threw petticoats over his head, pulled them down and tied them around his narrow waist. Then his Aunt pulled a red polka dot dress on to him and zipped it up tightly over his corset. He was somewhat relieved that his dress and petticoats were longer than what he had to wear before but they were still above the knee. They helped him step into four-inch heeled red shoes.

He hardly had time to get used to the clothes before they sat him down for his make-up. He whined as they plucked his eyebrows, applied mascara, foundation and lipstick but they kept reminding him that he wanted to look older.

As soon as they were finished they pushed him towards the front door. He felt the stretch of his suspenders when he stood and then noticed that he could feel every single step he took as his stockings stretched and eased again. He stumbled a couple of times in his high heels and was already feeling sore.

It was very difficult getting into the car with the restrictions imposed by his corset. They drove off and kept driving for some time. The bones of his corset were already sticking into him painfully, mascara got in his eyes and his feet ached. He hadn’t been more than an hour in the outfit. This was going to be a long day.

When they finally arrived home, he begged them to let him out of the clothes. “But you said that you wanted to look older”, his mother reminded him. “Well I’ve changed my mind”, he said as he limped through the front door. “So you want to go back to your frilly dresses do you?” his mother asked. He didn’t want to say yes. He hated the frilly dresses but at least they weren’t as uncomfortable as this.

“You had better ask your Aunt nicely then.” She looked at him. He stared at her feet. “Please Aunt Hilda, can go back to the other clothes?” “What other clothes?” she teased. He sighed. “The pretty dresses”, he mumbled. “Whose pretty dresses?” “My pretty dresses.” “Do you promise not to complain about having to wear frilly dresses again?” Gary was worried about the implications of that but had little choice but to agree.

He was so relieved when he was able to step out of the shoes and flex his feet again. When his mother untied the corset he was finally able to breathe again.

The next morning his mother put his hair on the heated rods again and restored his ringlets. To make a point, his Aunt fetched an older dress from the attic. It was a pink dress, with attached petticoats, flared just under the arms and very short. She gave him a pair of pink and white striped tights. Then a pair of matching bloomers the frilled legs of which protruded below his petticoats. She put the usual lace-trim ankle socks on him and he was relieved to be back in two-inch heels. Then she produced a pink bonnet. He looked dismayed but could say nothing. She tied the bonnet in a bow below his chin. Half his ringlets dangled out in front. Finally she handed him a dolly. “You can play with that for the day.”

He wasn’t going to get into anymore trouble so he did everything that he was told, played with the doll, skipped in the garden, spent a couple of hours at embroidery and was generally relieved that he wasn’t asked to go out in what amounted to a toddler dress.

The next morning he was up early and dressed in the lavender dress and pinafore hoping that it would appease his Aunt. She seemed pleased enough so he stayed out of trouble by concentrating on his sowing and novels for the day.

So Gary spent another two years at school as a girl. He excelled in most subjects but his best were the sciences and business subjects.

They received a form to select his subjects for the final two years of school when they took fewer subjects but studied them more intensively. His mother ticked Home Economics, Dress making, Deportment and Secretarial Skills as well as the staples English and Maths. “Please Mum can I do chemistry and physics and business studies.” “They are most unladylike subjects. No you’ll do as I say.” He pleaded with her all the way to the post box but she was unrelenting.

Through the glass windows of the classroom doors he could see the girls in the other room at their chemistry experiments. They wore goggles and every now and again there was a little puff of smoke. “Get back to your sowing Amanda Atkins”, his teacher barked. Gary sighed and tried to concentrate on the fancy stitching. At the end of the class she came over to him. “You can stay back for an extra hour’s sowing since you were so distracted.”