Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on July 16, 2018, 02:30:56 PM
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Episode 1
Sabrina’s cousin Eric came to stay with them for the summer holidays because his mother had to go and care for his grandmother. Sabrina had always thought he was a pain. The family resemblance was strong, though he had dark hair and, being male, had none of the family’s supernatural powers.
“Sabrina!” Zelda shouted up the stairs. “You really need to get started selling those girl scout cookies!” Sabrina came stomping down the stairs. “No way! I’m too old for that”, she insisted. “Now you know that Hilda’s charity benefits from the money raised so you just have to get changed and go out and do it this one last time.”
Eric was lounging on the sofa. He always jumped on an opportunity to tease his cousin. “Yes Sabrina. You must do it for your aunt!” He smirked annoyingly, enjoying her discomfort.
“You do it then!” Sabrina told him. “What?” he gave an incredulous look. Sabrina pointed a finger at him and twirled it saying “Sell them for me, don’t be bold”. He harrumphed. “You can’t change back until they’re sold!” and she jabbed her finger in his direction.
Eric saw stars for a moment and when the air cleared he was standing up! He looked down to see that he was wearing a girl scout uniform! His cream blouse bulged a little at the breast and his blue skirt came to just about his knees. He was holding a tray of cookies held up by a strap around his neck.
“What the hell!” “Language!” Zelda scolded him. Eric was stunned because the words came out in a girl’s voice – just like Sabrina’s. “Sabrina! I warned you about using spells on your cousin. It’s not fair.” Eric squirmed in the skirt and felt nylon tights on his legs. He looked below the tray to see he was wearing black t-bar shoes.
Sabrina scoffed and started to climb the stairs. “Sorry but he bugged me. The spell is cast. He’ll be like that until he sells all the cookies.” Eric tried to find a zip or buttons on the skirt but there were none! It was tight around his waist with no way of getting it off. There were buttons on his blouse but he didn’t dare undo them. He could see the top of his white bra cups and would be too embarrassed to reveal them.
Zelda came over and put her hand on his back. “She’s right you know”, she told him as she steered him towards the door. He passed the mirror and saw that he now had blond hair styled just like Sabrina’s and with a blue girl scout cap. “You are stuck like that until the spell’s conditions are fulfilled. You have to go out and sell all those cookies.” She opened the door. “The neighbours on this street are usually pretty good about buying them.”
Eric was stunned at the idea of going up and down the street in a girl scout uniform selling cookies. He stumbled along in his t-bar shoes which had a little heel on them. He stuck his right foot out to have a look. It had a strap around his ankle but there was no buckle on it. There was no way he could get the skirt or shoes off and he wasn’t going to unbutton his blouse. He cringed.
Zelda pushed him out the door. He felt the breeze swirl up his skirt and turned to plead one last time but Zelda closed the door and he was stuck outside on the street now.
Sabrina pulled back a curtain and watched from an upstairs window. Eric walked very gingerly down the driveway. He looked up and down the street desperately hoping not to be seen. There was a lady walking away about a hundred yards down the street but it was otherwise clear. He scampered along quickly to the next driveway and went in. He was constantly looking over his shoulder and twitched nervously if there was any sound like a door opening. He paused before walking up to the door. He clearly had to prepare himself for his first public encounter as a girl.
He stepped forward and rang the doorbell. Sabrina could see him cringe again, realizing that there was no going back now. She could see his frightened look as he obviously could hear footsteps approaching the door. It opened and he tried to smile. She almost felt sorry for him, he looked so pathetic. Almost.
There was a brief exchange and the door closed. He winced, clearly having failed to sell a cookie. The wind rustled his skirt again and he scampered off to the next door. Sabrina let the curtain go and went back to her book feeling very satisfied with her solution.
It was lunchtime when Eric knocked on the door. Zelda let him in. Sabrina came trotting down the stairs. Eric walked in looking forlorn. Zelda looked at his tray. He hadn’t sold even a tenth of the supply.
“It’s going to take me ages to sell these” Eric protested, stomping his t-bar shoe on the floor. “Come in and have lunch” Zelda said, helping him raise the strap over his head and taking his tray of cookies over to the table.
Eric was relieved to have the weight taken off but looked down again at his little breasts nestling in his blouse, his unremovable skirt, the brown tan of his tights and the buckleless shoes. He sighed heavily. “Please let me out of this Sabrina”, he begged. “I told you there is nothing I can do”, she insisted and Zelda didn’t contradict her.
“Well that’s not entirely true”, Sabrina continued thoughtfully. Eric looked up hopefully. “I can’t cancel the spell but I could do something to help you sell them more quickly.” Eric’s face displayed mixed emotions about that. “What do you mean?”
She pointed her finger again. “The odds are poor according to the bookies, so help poor Eric sell more cookies!” She zapped him.
When the stars cleared Eric looked down. His breasts had swollen and now stretched the buttons on his blouse. Another button was undone and the lace top of his bra peeked out. He had to stretch his neck to see below his breasts and saw that his skirt was now half as short and pleated. When he looked down, blond curls dangled at the edge of his vision. He tried to walk over to the mirror and almost fell forward. His shoes now had four-inch heels. He looked down in shock. They were still strapped to his ankle with no buckle. His tights did not appear to have changed though.
He composed himself before trying to walk again. He had to adjust for the weight of his bigger boobs and the high heels. He tottered forward and felt a strange stretching up under his skirt. Zelda was now behind him. “Ooh! Seamed stockings! Nice touch.”
When he faced the mirror he saw that he was fully made up with scarlet lipstick, fluttering false-eyelashes, eye-shadow and liner and blush. He put his hand up to his face in shock. Bright red nail extensions were glued to each finger. “You’ll definitely sell more looking like that”, Zelda confirmed. “But I’ve already knocked on every door in the street”, he protested. “Try the mall next”, Sabrina added calmly as she went back upstairs, “that’s what I would do”, she tittered.
Zelda gave Eric his lunch and then helped him on with his tray of cookies. She tried not to laugh at his bulging blouse. “The mall is only half a mile away. Turn right at the end of the street. There will be lots of people in the afternoon. You’ll sell loads of cookies!” she tried to reassure him.
He cringed at the idea of appearing like this in front of lots of people! She looked at his high heels and realized that the mall was not “just” half a mile away. It would seem a lot further to poor Eric.
She opened the door. Eric winced and then minced out in his heels. By the time he reached the footpath he realized that walking half-a-mile was going to be agony.
When he came limping up back up the path, Sabrina could see that he had sold more than half the cookies. She came bounding down the stairs as Zelda let him in. He immediately headed for a chair reaching out to steady himself. He lowered himself into the chair gingerly. His skirt rode up and Sabrina sniggered on seeing the tops of his stockings and the suspender straps.
He sighed. “There are still 8 cookies left to sell.” “You’ll have no problem selling them at the mall this evening. Lots of business men go there after work”, Sabrina told him brightly. He sighed again but clearly realized that he was going to have to go back after his dinner and sell the rest. She was right – he would sell them eventually.
Zelda helped him on with his tray after dinner. Sabrina came up behind him. “Your seam is crooked sweetie.” She lifted the back of his short pleated skirt and he gave a little jump in surprise. She slipped her fingers inside the top of his stocking and tugged it until his seam was straight. “There!” She lowered his skirt again and gave it a little tug. It was still firmly secured around his waist.
He turned to face her. “Thanks”, he muttered with an ungrateful frown. Zelda opened the door. He braced himself again, clutched his tray and minced out the door. The more persistent breeze had blown up and his skirt fluttered up when he went. Sabrina caught a glimpse of the lace-trim on his panties that he was unaware of.
He tried to smooth his skirt down with his right hand but the tray almost tipped over so he had to grab it again. He had no choice but to walk down the street clutching the tray and resigning himself to the fact that the breeze could play freely with his short skirt.
As he approached the mall having now walked a total of one and a half miles in the high heels he noticed that the high building was creating even bigger gusts. Sabrina was right though. There were lots of men in suits.
He took a deep breath and strode purposefully towards the mall entrance, feeling more confident now in the heels. His skirt fluttered wildly. He could only console himself with the thought that it would help him sell his eight remaining cookies ever more quickly!
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Really digging it so far. Can't wait for more. The magic approach is different from your other stories and it really opens up a ton of possibilities. Looking forward to what you come up with!
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Episode 2
Sabrina arrived home all excited still wearing her softball uniform. “We’ve reached the final!” “Oh well done!” Hilda congratulated her. “When will the final be?” “On Saturday. I can’t wait!”
But Saturday is Granny’s birthday. We’re going to visit her, remember? Sabrina sighed heavily. In her excitement she’d forgotten. “Do I HAVE to go?” she pleaded. “I’ve been training for this all year!”
Eric came into the room. Sabrina frowned. He had a knack of always turning up at the most awkward moments? “Yes you have to! You have to wear that dress she sent you for your birthday. She hasn’t seen you in it yet.”
“But Aunt Hilda, that dress is so dumb! You can’t make me wear it.” Eric was enjoying this. “Don’t be ungrateful” Zelda scolded her. “Your grandmother naturally has old-fashioned tastes.” “But an 8-year-old wouldn’t wear it!” “Now Sabrina. We are going to your grandmothers on her birthday and you are wearing that dress. That’s an end to it. Family comes first.” “That’s right”, Eric teased, “family comes first!”
Sabrina sneered at him. “And I suppose that includes cousins does it?” “That’s right!” he confirmed. Sabrina winced but then had a thought. “includes cousins” she muttered to herself. Eric gave her a puzzled look as she passed him and went upstairs.
Hilda and Zelda were pleased that Sabrina didn’t argue the point any further that week. She appeared to have accepted that she was going to have to miss the final.
On Saturday morning Zelda was getting dressed when she heard the front door bang shut. She looked out the window to see a girl in a softball uniform jogging down the driveway. Surely it wasn’t Sabrina, she thought. Perhaps one of her team mates was checking one last time if she was coming. Zelda couldn’t see the face from above because of the peaked cap.
She left her bedroom and marched down the corridor calling “Sabrina!” When she heard no answer she had to assume that it was her niece who had just walked out the front door in her softball uniform. So she just opened the bedroom door and walked right in.
She was surprised to see Sabrina standing there in the pink flouncy dress, white opaque tights and pink Mary Janes. A large pink bow was pinned in her hair at the back. The dress appeared to be shorter on her than Zelda remembered when she made her try it on first. But it was very surprising that Granny had found such a childish dress in such a large size in the first place!
Sabrina flinched as her aunt entered and was clearly mortified. But if she was so embarrassed why had she so willingly dressed up already? And where did those cute pink Mary Janes come from? Sabrina never possessed anything like that.
Then she realized that the bright red embarrassed face wasn’t quite right. “Eric?” The boy’s eyes searched the carpet in embarrassment. “Please get me out of this”, he begged, holding out the skirt of the pink dress, revealing the layers of petticoats underneath.
Zelda sighed. “Will you never learn to stop teasing her?!” Eric grimaced, realizing that it was his teasing that led him to this predicament. Sabrina had been relatively nice to him since the girl scout incident and he’d assumed that she had listened to her aunts’ admonishments not to use her magic on her cousin.
Zelda turned him around and reached up to the top button on the back of the dress. There were buttons sown in but they couldn’t be opened. “Sorry but it can’t be taken off.”
Eric stomped his pink Mary Janes frustratedly and his petticoats fluttered prettily. Zelda tried not to smile. “Perhaps you can get the tights off?” she suggested trying to be helpful to the poor boy. He reached under his petticoats and pulled them up. He found that was wearing pink frilly pettipants. “Ugh!” Zelda had to put her hand up to her face to conceal her laughter. Hilda walked in to find Eric standing in the pink dress, holding his petticoats up and showing off his pink pettipants. He dropped his petticoats quickly and squirmed.
“Sabrina up to her tricks again?” Hilda sympathized. Eric just sighed. “Here let me see”, Zelda said as she reached under his petticoats and pulled them up. Eric stood mortified as she revealed his pink pettipants again. She put her fingers inside the waist band of his pettipants. There was something sown into the band. She ran her fingers around to the back until she felt something. She couldn’t help noticing how cute Eric’s butt looked in the layers of pink lace.
She found a little padlock. It held the thin metal chain that was sown into the waist band. “I’m afraid that your frillies are locked on to you. No way you can get your tights off.” Eric looked crushed.
Zelda lowered his petticoats and was just wondering how he was going to go to the toilet when she idly put her hands in her pockets. She felt something that wasn’t there before. She recognized the outline of a small key. But she left it there. Poor Eric was going to have to go to Granny’s in Sabrina’s place. Fortunately Granny was a little short sighted and probably wouldn’t notice Eric’s slightly different face.
“I suppose the bow is stuck in place too”, Hilda sympathized. Eric reached up to the bow at the back of his head. His dress rode up and his aunts could see the lower frills on his pettipants peeking from below his petticoats. Zelda was going to say something but then decided that perhaps he was better off not knowing.
“We’d better have breakfast”, she suggested instead. Eric looked crushed. He was clearly stuck in the pink dress and white tights until Sabrina freed him and she was nowhere to be found. He slouched along the corridor.
“Now dear”, Zelda stopped him. “We’ll have to work on your deportment if you are to convince Granny.” Eric was shocked. “You’re not seriously going to make me go like this?!” he clutched his skirts in panic. “We have to! We can’t get the dress off you and somebody approximating Sabrina is going to have to appear in front of Granny in that dress.” Eric was speechless.
“Let’s practice going down the stairs for a start” Hilda suggested and she trotted down to the bottom. She turned and looked up at Eric standing at the top looking at the stairs dubiously. Zelda nudged him from behind. “Come along now.” Eric clutched the bannister with his left hand. He couldn’t see the steps beneath his voluminous petticoats. He searched tentatively with his pink Mary Janes for the first step and went down. He figured out the spacing of the steps and moved a little more quickly. His petticoats and skirt started to flutter upwards.
Hilda, looking upwards, put her hand up to her face to hide her amusement. She could already see his pink pettipants before he even started descending and his ballooning petticoats revealed a few more layers of lace but she said nothing.
Eric was relieved to reach the bottom of the stairs and smooth his petticoats down. “Now walk across the room.” Zelda ordered. Eric carefully moved forward his arms held out daintily hovering above his petticoats. “Very good!” Hilda went off to prepare breakfast.
He had to be taught to gather his petticoats neatly under his bottom before sitting and then carefully smooth them out after standing to ensure that they weren’t sticking up and revealing his pink frillies.
When Zelda picked up her car keys and said “let’s go then” Eric cringed. She smiled sympathetically. “You just have to stop teasing Sabrina.” He sighed. She opened the door. He eyed it cautiously but flounced forwards.
He gathered his petticoats carefully when sitting in to the back of the car. He had great difficulty finding the seatbelt slot under all his organza and satin. Hilda reached in the door. “Here are some of Sabrina’s old books to help you get into character.” He took the books and shuffled through them. “My Little Princess”, “The Little House on the Prairie” he sighed heavily.
“I’m going to drive by the softball park and give Sabrina a piece of my mind!” Zelda announced. Eric squirmed in his dress but just sighed. They pulled up at the side of the road closest to the practice nets. Sabrina was using the automatic pitcher. She saw the car and walked over.
Eric glared at her red pants gloomily and then looked down at his pink dress and white tights. He folded his arms crossly on his petticoats. Sabrina leaned down at the window. “I’m going to have words with you young lady!” Zelda said angrily. “You can’t keep doing this to your cousin!” “I was only following what he said”, Sabrina countered. Eric looked up curiously wondering what she meant. “Family comes first - including cousins! Thanks for stepping in for me when I needed it … cousin!”
“Well”, Zelda concluded looking back at him, “I suppose he did bring it on himself to some extent.” Eric just looked down at the floor and his pretty pink bow at the back of his head perked up. “Wish your cousin well in her match”, Hilda ordered him.
Eric squirmed. “Good luck in your match”, he muttered ungraciously. “You have a great day too!” Sabrina smiled sweetly at him. “You’re certainly going to remember it!” Eric cringed as Zelda pulled away and he was driven off to his Granny’s in his pink dress and white tights. He watched Sabrina hitch up her pants and stride back to the practice nets.
Eric stood nervously on his Granny’s doorstep as Zelda rang the bell. He clutched his petticoats anxiously as both aunts looked him up and down from head to toe wondering if he would be convincing enough. From his pink hair bow, down the frills at the front of his pink dress, to his ballooning petticoats, snow white tights and his pink Mary Janes. They could both still picture his pink frilly pettipants from his earlier exposure.
The door opened. “Hello!” his Granny called out happily. He tried to smile. “Come in, come in!” His aunts went first and Eric flounced in after them his petticoats rocking and in danger of exposing his pink frillies. She quickly tried to steady them.
“Oh you’re wearing the dress I bought you! Wait until I get my glasses!” They all looked at each other nervously hoping that, even with her glasses she wouldn’t be able to see anything odd. She slipped them on and looked Eric up and down. He tried not to squirm too much. Zelda was amused to see him smiling in his pink dress.
“Oh my goodness!” his Granny made an awkward face. “That style of dress is rather young for you isn’t it?” Eric wanted to say “you said it!” but Zelda looked at him crossly and shook her head. “Oh no Granny, I really love it!” He almost choked on the words. “My goodness how tall you’ve grown!” she commented looking at his long legs in his white tights. Eric was concerned that his pink pettipants might be showing and tried to push his petticoats down but they were so springy they resisted.
“Shall we sit?” Zelda suggested. “No”, Granny went for her coat. “I’ve booked a nice restaurant for us. It’s new and very popular but I managed to get the last table.” Eric cringed. He was going to have to walk into a crowded restaurant wearing a flouncy pink dress that he now knew that even his Granny thought was too sissy and short! Hilda smiled sympathetically at him but showed him the door.
The waitress tried to be professional and hide her amusement. “Follow me!” The restaurant was packed and the tables were crammed in close together. At several points Eric had to gather his petticoats and push through. He cringed again when he saw the waitress go up a few steps to a raised seating area in the centre of the restaurant. He might as well have been in a shop window.
He tried to ignore all the amused looks around him and concentrated on the menu. Despite the crowds the restaurant never rushed its customers and each course seemed to take an eternity to come. Perhaps it just seemed that way to Eric who felt he was the centre of attention.
When they pushed their deserts away, he felt that the end was in sight. The lights dimmed and from the far corner a waiter appeared with a birthday cake with many many candles. Oh no, he thought. The waiter headed straight for their table. All heads in the restaurant turned towards them. Eric cringed.
His Granny stood up to let the waiter put the cake on the table in front of her and accept all the applause. Zelda and Hilda politely stood up too. Eric scrambled to his feet. He tried to smooth down his petticoats but those in the tables below him could see up his dress anyway and tittered at the pink frills.
His Granny started a speech of thanks. He winced. He desperately wanted to sit down again. Eventually he was able to gather his petticoats and sit.
He leaned over to Zelda. “I need the bathroom”, he whispered. And looked down at his waist to remind her that he was locked into the pettipants and tights. What was he going to do? Zelda tried to give him a reassuring look and reached into her hand bag. She held her hand out to him under the table. He looked puzzled but reached out and felt the key. He was initially relieved but then thought about it. She could have released him from his frilly pink pettipants and snow white tights if she’d wanted to. Zelda just shrugged apologetically.
He sighed but pushed his chair back and braced himself for the walk to the toilets. “They’re at the back on the right”, Hilda directed him. They would be. He went down the steps quickly and his petticoats ballooned. Once again he had to gather his petticoats, trying not to expose any pink frills and squeeze between chairs to very amused looks.
He finally reached the corner where the toilets were and smoothed down his petticoats. He pushed the door open and without thinking reached out to push the Gents door open. Then he froze, looked down at his pink dress and quickly headed for the Ladies.
Once inside a cubicle he reached up under his petticoats at the back and unlocked the padlock. He pulled his pink frilly pettipants down to his ankles and then pulled his white tights down. The cool air on his skin was such a relief.
He had great difficultly gathering his petticoats to sit on the toilet. He remembered that he couldn’t take the dress off and the petticoats were attached. Eventually he was able to pee and poo. Wiping his bottom was a nightmare. He was terrified of getting stains on his petticoats. Eventually he felt clean enough to pull his tights up again.
He looked at his pink pettipants and wondered did he really have to wear them. But he had nothing to carry them in and thought he’d be in trouble if he just discarded them. Reluctantly he pulled his pink pettipants up over his tights. At least he didn’t have to lock them on again.
He reached around the back to ensure nothing was exposed where he couldn’t see. He felt the hem of his satin dress and was satisfied. He opened the door and walked towards the sinks. He looked at himself in the mirror. His petticoats had lost none of their spring and projected out widely at the sides. He washed his hands and braced himself for the walk back.
As he pushed through the chairs he felt that the laughter was even greater than before as he passed. He grew more and more concerned as he ascended the steps. As he passed Zelda who looked equally puzzled she went “Oh sweetie!” She reached behind his back and pulled the hems of his petticoats out of the waist band of his pettipants. He realized that the full bottom of his frilly pink pettipants had been on display as he walked across the room. He had felt the back of his dress but his petticoats had been caught. He should have checked more thoroughly in the bathroom mirror!
Eric just wanted to die at that point. “Why had he teased Sabrina?!”
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Thanks sooomuch Darajaney. I think your one of the best authors ever!
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Episode 3
“You two have lazed around her for the last week! It’s about time you helped out a bit around the house”, Zelda admonished Sabrina and Eric who were lounging in the sitting room. They threw their eyes up and went “yeah, yeah” dismissively.
“Hilda and I are spending the day in town and we expect to see the place spick and span when we get back!” The two teenagers surveyed the room with its empty pizza boxes, drinks cans and scraps of food spilled on the carpet. “What a drag”, Sabrina sighed. For once Eric agreed with her and they found something in common at last. “Yeah, what ya gonna do?”
Zelda and Hilda arrived back around 5pm which was much earlier than Sabrina had expected. They usually had dinner out when they went into town. Sabrina had her feet up on the coffee table and lay back on the sofa. She sat up suddenly when they came in.
Zelda was about to admonish her for lazing around. But then she noticed that the place HAD been cleaned. She looked at the ornaments on the mantelpiece. She couldn’t remember the last time they had been dusted but they were perfectly shiny now.
But Sabrina had a very guilty look on her face. Zelda and Hilda were puzzled. Why did she look so guilty when it appeared that they had done what they were told to do?
The door from the kitchen opened. Eric walked in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his aunts. He was wearing a black maid’s uniform with white lace collar and trimmings and layers of petticoats. A frilly apron was tied around his waist. He wore black stockings – Zelda could see lace stocking tops peeking under his short petticoats. He tottered in four-inch heels and had a lace headband pinned in his hair. His face was fully made-up with bright lipstick, eye-shadow, blush and false eyelashes. He held a tray with an already opened bottle of Prosecco. She could see that his nails were painted red.
“Sabrina!” Zelda scolded her. Sabrina put her empty Prosecco glass down on the table rather sheepishly. Eric didn’t know what to do, he just stood there holding the tray, fluttering his false eyelashes. It was clear to Zelda and Hilda that he was under a spell to obey Sabrina’s orders and didn’t know what to do in this situation.
Sabrina spoke up. “That’s OK … eh, Fifi … you can leave the bottle back.” Her fun was clearly at an end. Eric curtsied and said “Oui Mademoiselle” in an absurd French accent and turned to go but Hilda interjected. “Hold on a moment!” Eric froze again unsure what to do. “Is that Prosecco?” Hilda asked. “Oui Madame”, Eric/Fifi answered. Hilda pointedly looked around the sparklingly clean room – it was much cleaner than they had ever had it. “Well, fetch two more glasses then … Fifi.” “Oui Madame” Eric curtsied and turned and flounced into the kitchen.
He returned momentarily with two glasses on the tray. He tottered over to the coffee table in his heels and placed the tray down. When he leaned over and poured the Prosecco into the glasses his aunts saw his lacey black panties with several rows of frilly white lace. They glared at Sabrina. “Just having a little fun with it”, she replied sheepishly.
“Fifi, please take our coats”, Hilda ordered. His hands were now free of the tray so he took his petticoats in his fingertips and executed a much deeper curtsey and bowed his head. “Oui Madame.” Zelda and Hilda handed their coats to the maid. “Merci Mesdames!” he squeaked and curtsied yet again, obviously programmed by Sabrina to curtsey whenever he spoke. He flounced over to the cloakroom. His aunts noticed the ruler-straight seams on his stockings right down to the Cuban heel. They appreciated Sabrina’s attention to detail.
Eric closed the cloakroom door and stood with his hands clasped on top of his petticoats awaiting further instruction. Zelda could see the mortification in his eyes. Sabrina had clearly left him conscious of the fact that he was a boy dressed up as a French Maid but under a spell to follow instructions without hesitation.
“Did Fifi do all of this?” Zelda asked, looking around the room, clearly impressed. Sabrina nodded. “She’s very good once given precise instructions.” She put down her glass. “Fifi, have you finished cleaning upstairs?” “Non Mademoiselle” Eric curtsied holding his petticoats out daintily. “Well you’d better get back to it then” she ordered quite sternly. She looked at her aunts to see if they were going to object. They both sat back on the sofa and sipped their Prosecco. “Oui Mademoiselle” Eric curtsied rather hurriedly and scampered off in response to the assertive command.
He picked up a feather duster from a shelf. He trotted up the stairs quickly, his petticoats flouncing and revealing more and more of his frilly panties as he ascended. His feather duster was clutched in his right hand and his left arm was held out to the side with his hand dangling limp-wristedly. Zelda sipped her Prosecco. “We might let you away with it this time Sabrina.” They all chuckled.
They sipped their sparkling wine and watched a movie, listening to the scampering of high heels in the rooms above. When they finished their drinks Sabrina leaned forward lazily and picked up a little bell. She gave it a little tinkle.
They heard Fifi’s heels coming along the corridor upstairs. Eric descended the stairs in a flurry of frilly petticoats. He scampered over in front of Sabrina and gave a full curtsey with petticoats held out “Oui Mademoiselle?” “More Prosecco!” “Oui Mademoiselle.” Eric trotted off to the kitchen. Hilda noticed that his stocking seams had strayed a little off straight. He returned with the bottle of Prosecco and poured three glasses, emptying the bottle.
“Make sure there is another bottle in the fridge Fifi.” Zelda thought she detected a little wince in Eric’s eyes at the realization that he was going to have to continue serving them Prosecco into the evening. But it was just for a moment. He curtsied “Oui Mademoiselle.” He returned to the kitchen and they heard the empty bottle being dropped into the recycling.
He returned, stood in front of Sabrina and gave another deep curtsey “Mademoiselle”. “Fifi?” Hilda addressed him. “Oui Madame”. Eric gave her a deep curtsey with his petticoats held out as always. “I think the seams of your stockings are a little crooked.” “Ooh la la! Excusez moi!” He flounced over to the hall mirror, turned his back to it and twisted to examine his seams. He reached up under his petticoats and tugged at the lace tops of his black stockings. The left one was simple enough to straighten but with the right stocking he needed to reattach the suspender strap a little to one side.
Sabrina and his aunts giggled quietly as he struggled with his stockings. Eventually he smoothed down his petticoats and scampered back in front of Hilda. “Merci Madame”, he curtsied. “Turn around, let me see.” Eric tottered around on his heels and stood with his stocking seams facing Hilda. He held his arms out at the sides with his hands bent outwards daintily.
“I can’t see your seams right to the top”, she told him and tried not to giggle too much. Eric reached behind and pulled up his petticoats revealing the tops of his stockings, his suspenders and his black and white frilly panties. “Hmmm”, Hilda delayed keeping the boy standing there exposing his lingerie to them.
“I suppose it will do.” Eric lowered his petticoats briefly, turned, then took the ends again in his fingers and gave a deep curtsey. “Merci Madame.” “Back to work. Vite!” Eric gave a little jump and quickly flounced back up the stairs. They all laughed when he was safely out of hearing.
A little while later he flounced down the stairs again. They watched lazily as he went to the utility room. He emerged carrying a heavy vacuum cleaner in one hand and the hose attachment in the other. They watched with amusement as Eric struggled up the stairs in his heels carrying the heavy implement.
Shortly afterwards they heard the noise of the vacuum cleaner and heard it being pushed back and forth over a carpet upstairs. Zelda raised her eyebrows to Sabrina, clearly impressed. But she had to see this. “Excuse me.” She tiptoed up the stairs.
Eric was vacuuming her room with his back to the door. He held the vacuum cleaner hose in his right hand while his left arm dangled limp-wristedly on the other side. She was pleased to see that he kept mincing around even when there was no one looking. Due to his high heels he had to lean forward a little to vacuum and she could see the white frills on his panties flutter as he moved it back and forth.
The vacuuming must have continued for another hour. Sabrina tinkled the bell for more drink on one occasion when Eric turned it off to move rooms. He came scampering down the stairs and there was lots more curtseying as he was ordered to bring more drink. He was half way back up the stairs when Hilda said “some nuts would be nice”. There appeared to be an irritated pause by Fifi on the stairs. But Eric flounced back down, curtsied, “Oui Madame” and went into the kitchen to fetch them.
Eventually he tottered unsteadily down the stairs carrying the vacuum cleaner and returned it to the utility room. He flounced over to Sabrina, curtsied. “Ze doosting et vakooming est fini Mademoiselle.” It took her a little time to disentangle his Franglais. “Very good. There are just the four bathrooms to clean now.” They could see the crestfallen look in his eyes but he curtsied “Oui Mademoiselle.”
“But first I think we could do with pizza!” “Yes!” Zelda confirmed, “there’s a large one in the freezer.” Eric curtsied. “Oui Mademoiselle” and flounced off to the kitchen and turned on the oven. He emerged carrying bathroom sprays and cloths and a pair of rubber gloves. He scampered up the stairs.
About ten minutes later he reappeared and went into the kitchen, presumably to put the pizza in the heated oven. He flounced upstairs again. About 15 minutes later there was a ping from the kitchen. They could hear his rubber gloves being pulled off and he minced down the stairs again. A few minutes later he emerged with a tray of 3 plates each with a quarter of the pizza. He placed one in front of each of them daintily and then stood back and curtsied. “Mesdames!”
“Please top up our glasses.” “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied and scampered off to the kitchen. He returned with the bottle and topped them up. “Mesdames!” he curtsied holding his petticoats with only one hand as he still held the bottle. “Black pepper please” Hilda requested. Eric turned to face her, curtsied. “Oui Madame.” He flounced off again and returned with the pepper grinder. He leaned over Hilda’s pizza and turned the grinder. “Thank you.” Eric just curtsied, clearly not knowing the French for ‘you’re welcome’.
He held the pepper grinder over Zelda’s pizza. “Madame?” “Yes thank you.” He ground the pepper and then curtsied. He minced over to Sabrina’s pizza. “Go ahead.” He peppered her pizza and curtsied.
“You may eat your portion in the kitchen”, she told him. “Merci Mademoiselle”. He curtsied but hesitated. “Puis-je”, he hesitated, “demander une question?” Sabrina looked up, a little irritated at being kept from her pizza. “Oui?” “May I”, he asked nervously, “av a leetle vin?” “Good heavens no! You still have lots of work to do.” Eric jumped back a little in fright. “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied. “Merci Mademosielle”, he curtsied again as he backed away. “ Je m’excuse Mademoiselle”, he gave a particularly deep curtsey and bowed before scampering off to the kitchen, much chastened. The women all giggled.
Fifi ate her pizza from the kitchen counter, perched on a stool. Eric tried to tug his petticoats down sufficiently to cover his stocking tops and suspender straps but failed. He hooked his high heels on a lower rung and wiggled his toes and ankles trying to seek relief from the agonizing heels during this brief respite from his housework.
As soon as he was finished his pizza he flounced out of the kitchen and over in front of Sabrina “Mademoiselle”, he curtsied awaiting an order. “Take away these plates and wash up!” she ordered. “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied and gathered up the plates. They heard the taps going in the kitchen and the clinking of plates.
Soon he returned and once again curtsied in front of Sabrina “Mademoiselle”. “You’d better get back to your bathrooms!” “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied and scurried off without complaint.
“I suppose I’d better change him back once he’s done the bathrooms” Sabrina said and sighed. Zelda looked around the pristine room. “Do we have to? This is working out rather well.” She sipped her Prosecco. Sabrina was shocked. Her aunts had repeatedly told her not to take advantage of her powers over her cousin.
“His mother is coming to visit on Saturday”, Hilda reminded them. They nodded. “We don’t really have to change him back until then.” They all looked at each other. This was very naughty. “Cheers!” Zelda raised her glass. Sabrina and Hilda smiled and raised their glasses. Hilda said “Santé!” They all laughed.
(to be continued)
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Episode 4
(previously on Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin:
The door from the kitchen opened. Eric walked in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his aunts. He was wearing a black maid’s uniform with white lace collar and trimmings and layers of petticoats.
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“His mother is coming to visit on Saturday”, Hilda reminded them. They nodded. “We don’t really have to change him back until then.” They all looked at each other. This was very naughty. “Cheers!” Zelda raised her glass. Sabrina and Hilda smiled and raised their glasses. Hilda said “Santé!” They all laughed.)
Sabrina reached for the bell and tinkled it. They lay back on the sofa and heard the pleasing sound of high heels scampering along the corridor upstairs.
Fifi was ordered to bring cocoa to each of their bedrooms. He delivered Sabrina’s last. His cousin was propped up on fluffy pillows in her PJs. Eric curtsied deeply and stood to await orders, shifting slightly in his uncomfortable high heels and clearly envying Sabrina in her comfy nightwear.
“You will wait in the corridor until all of our lights are switched off in case any of us have any final requests.” “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied. “You will sleep in the attic room. There is bed linen in the drawers up there and a pink nightie. You will need to make up the bed.” “Merci Mademoiselle” he curtsied.
“You are to set the alarm for 6am, dress yourself, do your make-up and be fed by 7am.” “Oui Mademoiselle” he curtsied. She could see his eyes working out that he had less than 6 hours sleep. “You are to stand at the top of the stairs until you hear movement in any of our rooms. Then you will knock on the door and present yourself for instructions when given permission to enter. “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied. “Good night Fifi!” “Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle.” He gave a final deep curtsey holding his petticoats out for a few seconds. Then he flounced out of the room.
Sabrina read for about half an hour. Then she yawned, reached over to pick up a little bell on the bedside locker. She tinkled it to make sure Eric was still on duty and heard the high heels coming.
Eric entered the room and curtsied “Mademoiselle.” Please turn out the light. “Oui Mademoiselle.” He curtsied, scampered over to the beside lamp which was right beside the bell she had rung. He switched off the light.
Sabrina turned over without further acknowledgement of the maid. Eric found his way out of the room in the dark. Sabrina listened carefully and heard the high heels ascend the stairs to the attic room.
The following morning Sabrina woke. Her head was thumping from all the drink Eric had served her the previous day. She reached out blindly for the bell, her head still buried in the pillow. She gave it a tinkle and cringed as it sounded like Big Ben in her head.
A few seconds later she heard the scampering of high heels coming up the stairs. She heard Eric enter the room. “Bon jour Mademoiselle!” He gave a very deep curtsey, bowed and held his petticoats out and maintained that position before looking up and seeing that Sabrina’s head was still buried in the pillow.
“Paracetamol please!” “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied. “Madame Zelda has ordered coffee and I am making Madame Hilda’s toast, Mademoiselle”, he pleaded. “Paracetamol now!” “Oui Mademoiselle”, he blurted and curtsied quickly before scampering from the room.
He returned momentarily with the tablets and a glass of water on a tray. “Mademoiselle”, he curtsied. Sabrina forced herself to sit up and popped a pill before taking a swig of water. A bell tinkled in another room. Eric didn’t know what to do and awaited instruction. “You’d better see to that”, she told him. “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied and scampered off, his petticoats twirling.
“Where’s my coffee”, she heard from another room. “Je m’excuse Madame Zelda”, Eric curtsied and had no time to explain as a tinkle came from the third room. He tottered over there. “Where’s my toast?” “Je m’excuse Madame Hilda!” he curtsied and hurried off. There was no time to worry about his petticoats ballooning as he rushed down the stairs.
Sabrina listened to the desperate scampering up and the down the stairs. She needed coffee now. The next time she heard the high heels scurry past on the corridor she rang the bell. The high heels stopped. The door opened and Eric walked in carrying a tray of toast. “Oui Madmoiselle?”, he curtsied very carefully holding the tray. “Coffee!” “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied again and turned. “And your seams are not straight”, she lied. “Ooh la la! Je m’excuse Mademoiselle!”
Eric put the tray down, went over to the mirror, turned around and lifted up his petticoats. He couldn’t see how his stocking seams were crooked but he dutifully tugged at them anyway. “Let me see”, she insisted. Eric stood with his back to Sabrina with his white-gloved hands held out daintily. “I can’t see them right to the top” she told him. Eric leaned forward so that she could see the tops of his stockings and his black and white frilly panties. A bell tinkled in another room and he gave a little jump.
“That’ll do. You’d better see to the others.” “Oui Mademoiselle”, he curtsied. He had half turned to go and she added “then bring me toast”. He turned back to her and curtsied “Oui Mademoiselle”. The other bell tinkled again and he hurried off.
So he spent the rest of the morning scampering up and down the stairs for his demanding mistresses. Then they decided that it was really proper to have the whole house dusted and vacuumed every day –and the bathrooms thoroughly cleaned. Eric was kept busy with that but was constantly interrupted having to serve the three women’s every need.
On Friday, Zelda decided that the windows needed a good cleaning. This meant Eric spent a good part of the day tottering on a step ladder in his high heels reaching right up to the top corners of the windows while one or other of his tormentors watched carefully from below, looking up his petticoats at his exposed frilly panties while they pointed out bits that he had missed.
When he had finished all windows upstairs and down he presented himself in front of Sabrina and curtsied. “Very good Fifi. Now the outsides.” Eric shuddered. He looked nervously out the front window. There was a good sized hedge but there was every possibility of being seen from the street in his short maid’s uniform, stockings and suspenders and high heels. But there was no possibility of refusing an order from Sabrina. He curtsied, “Oui Mademoiselle.”
She watched as he carried the step ladder outside awkwardly in his high heels. He opened the door and hesitated before going outside dressed as a maid for the first time. He flinched as the breeze played with his petticoats. He decided to do the back windows first and put off the exposed front of the house for now.
Sabrina listened to the squeaks of cloth against window. Every now and again there was a gust and she heard a little squeal as Eric tried to control his petticoats. Eventually he had to do the side windows, giving regular nervous glances at the street whenever he heard movement.
Then he had to do the front. He desperately tried to clean the windows as quickly as possible but there were several points were he had to rub hard to get stains off. He was concentrating on one when he heard steps behind. He froze. The wind tossed his petticoats. He looked over his shoulder and down. His mother looked up at him.
She had already been astonished to see this French Maid cleaning her sisters’ windows with her frilly panties on view to anyone who passed by but when she saw her son’s face looking out from below the frilly headpiece she nearly died.
Eric scampered down from the step ladder, faced her and curtsied “Maman!” She looked at him astonished. “Sabrina!”
“We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow”, Zelda explained as the mortified Eric stood by in his maid’s uniform, stockings and high heels. “Obviously not”, his mother replied, looking him up and down pointedly.
“Sorry, I’m afraid Sabrina got a little carried away again.” “And you did what about it?” his mother pointedly asked Zelda. His aunt was embarrassed. She shrugged. “Well he did such a good job as a maid!”, she explained, gesturing around the perfectly clean room.
His mother looked around. She had never seen this house (or her own) look to clean she had to concede. “He really did all this?” “Oh yes. Over the last few days”, Zelda added and then realized that she had admitted the extent to which they had taken advantage of him. She decided not to mention how diligently he had brought them breakfast and supper in bed and drinks whenever they wanted.
“Sabrina! You had better change him back now”, Zelda told her, more than a little disappointedly. His mother noticed the Prosecco glasses on the coffee table and guessed that Eric’s window cleaning had been regularly interrupted by providing a drinks service.
“Just a minute”, his mother held her hand up. “I suppose there is no reason why I shouldn’t join you for a while. Lord knows I’ve waited on him hand and foot for many years.” A little whimper emanated from Eric. He had been expecting to get his trousers back but that was going to be further delayed.
“A glass of Prosecco please!” his mother ordered. “Oui Maman”, he replied without hesitation and curtsied. He tottered off to get it while his mother went over to the sofa.
He returned with the drink on a tray and placed it in front of her. He curtsied “Maman”. “Merci Fifi”, she giggled and sipped her Prosecco. “I suppose I could let you have him for the next week”, she addressed the women. Eric flinched. “But then I want him for the last two weeks of the school holidays. My house needs a good thorough cleaning!” Eric looked on helplessly.
They all held up their drinks “Cheers!” “Don’t you have some windows to finish”, his mother asked. “Oui Maman”, Eric curtsied. He scampered off towards the door. His mother watched and smiled at his ruler-straight seams and the pretty frills of his panties as his petticoats flounced and noticed how competent he was in high heels. Just as well, she thought.
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Thank you, DaraJaney. This is one great story!
A lot of us are eager to read of the next planned humiliations for Eric in his last week at Sabrina's home. Will there be a big soiree at the house and will Fifi be the one who does the shopping, in addition to serving the hostesses and guests?
Then there is the return to home where Maman will be expecting Eric to clean the house and serve her.
Will Eric/Fifi's bedroom be remodeled and the closet have a number of different uniforms for various occasions?
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Episode 5
(previously on Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin:
The door from the kitchen opened. Eric walked in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his aunts. He was wearing a black maid’s uniform with white lace collar and trimmings and layers of petticoats.
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He returned with the drink on a tray and placed it in front of her. He curtsied “Maman”. “Merci Fifi”, she giggled and sipped her Prosecco. “I suppose I could let you have him for the next week”, she addressed the women. Eric flinched. “But then I want him for the last two weeks of the school holidays. My house needs a good thorough cleaning!” Eric looked on helplessly.
Continued….
When it came to the end of the following week his mother suggested “why don’t you all come to stay with me for the final two weeks of the school holidays? With Fifi doing all the work I’ll have plenty of time to entertain you. Sabrina, it will be a nice relaxing way for you to end to the school holidays.” Eric squirmed in his high heels. It wasn’t going to be relaxing for him by the sounds of it. He never thought he’d be desperately hoping for an end to the holidays but it was the only way that he was getting free of his role as an over-worked French Maid.
They all agreed. His mother looked at him and realized “we’ll have to dress him in more normal clothes for the journey”. Sabrina quickly zapped him into an elegant full-skirted dress with a couple of layers of petticoats underneath. Eric was relieved to be wearing something that came almost to his knees. However, she had given him five-inch heels since he had been doing so well in his four-inch.
He minced over to the mirror and could feel that he was still wearing suspenders and stockings. He saw that his stockings were tan with an accentuated seam. At least he hoped that, with his longer petticoats, his stocking tops might not be on show. Sabrina added a light coat and hand-bag to his outfit.
At the highway stop where they took a break he still attracted attention with his elegant dress, petticoats and high heels but it was a relief to be wearing something respectable and not to have to do house work.
On arrival Sabrina was about to zap him back into his maid’s uniform when his mother intervened. “I’m a little bored with that uniform Sabrina.” Eric looked up hopefully. His uniform had been so embarrassing. “Can you, I don’t know, pimp it up or something” his mother asked, “is that the right word?” “Sure” Sabrina responded and wiggled her finger.
Eric stood before them in a pink uniform, his waist pinched tightly in a corset and bigger boobs pushing out above that to give him a much more feminine shape. His dress had a high frilly collar. It was even shorter than his previous uniform with more layers of poufy petticoats.
He wore lacey white stockings and the stocking tops were completely visible along with the attached suspender straps which had little pink bows on the buttons. He now had pink six-inch heels with white bows on the straps and toes.
He had white fingerless gloves which had frills around the end of each finger as well as at the wrist. Long pink false nails were glued on each finger. His make-up was more elaborate with even longer false eyelashes and he had luscious thick pink lips. A frilly mop cap was perched on his head.
Eric winced but was quickly distracted by orders. “A bottle of Prosecco and four glasses quickly.” “Oui Maman” he curtsied. Lifting his petticoats at the sides revealed his pink pettipants. He tottered off only flinching slightly in his new higher heels. His boobs wobbled worryingly as he scampered off in little steps forced on him by the heels. It seemed to take an age to reach the kitchen.
Before long the door opened and Eric scampered out carefully holding a tray with a heavy bottle of Prosecco and four glasses. The women waited impatiently on the sofas as he tottered across taking tiny steps in his six-inch heels, trying to minimize the wobbling of his boobs and fluttering of his petticoats.
His corset restricted his ability to bend over putting down the tray and he had to bend his knees more. Nonetheless Sabrina was treated to a nice view of his pink pettipants from behind and his straining pink suspender straps.
He gave an appropriate little jump when the bottle popped and his petticoats shook. He poured four glasses and stood upright. The women remained reclined in their places and it was obvious he was going to have to deliver each glass into their hands. He tottered over to his mother and handed her a glass. “Thank you.” He curtsied “Maman”. He scampered over to Zelda. He curtsied “Madame”. Similarly he delivered Hilda’s glass and curtsied “Madame.” Finally he wobbled over to Sabrina, handed her a glass and curtsied “Mademoiselle”. She could see the resentment in his eyes for a moment.
“Cheers!” they all raised their glasses. “Here’s to a delightful two weeks.” Eric wobbled a little in his heels as he awaited instructions. His mother did not keep him waiting. “Fifi!”. “Oui Maman”, he curtsied. “Bring all of the suitcases up to the rooms.” “Oui Maman”, he curtsied without hesitation.
They sat on the sofa giggling as poor Fifi struggled with the heavy cases on the stairs. Six-inch heels were not designed for this kind of work. His heavy boobs wobbling on each step didn’t help and his nail extensions made everything more difficult to grasp and hold.
He eventually fluttered down the stairs and curtsied in front of his mother “Maman.” “Ladies what would we like for dinner?” Fifi shifted from one foot to the other in his painful heels as they discussed what he would cook for dinner.
When he had served dinner at the dining table, he climbed up on the kitchen stool to eat his from the counter. He had barely taken two mouthfuls when a bell tinkled in the dining room. He climbed down off the stool, checked his petticoats in the mirror, noticed that his stockings had twisted a little from climbing up and down off the stool. His cap was a little off line so he reached up to fix it, revealing his pink pettipants in the mirror. He pushed his petticoats down again and scampered off as the bell rang again impatiently.
He curtsied at the table “Mesdames”. “My glass is empty” Zelda informed him. He tottered over and took the bottle which was barely out of her reach, leaning over Zelda to fill her glass feeling the full weight of his heavier boobs. He replaced the bottle and curtsied to the table “Mesdames.” They just continued with their chatter ignoring him. He scampered back to his stool in the kitchen. It was going to be a long two weeks.
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DaraJaney,
I know that I'm not the only one who really enjoyed reading your latest episode.
Having Fifi in a tight corset, larger boobs, higher heels, heavier makeup, and a shorter, frillier maid uniform are great upgrades to his humiliation.
Will the next episode chronicle Fifi/Eric doing a thorough cleaning, especially doing the outside windows and having to go up and down a ladder, giving the world a great view of his petticoats, stocking tops, the pink ribbons on his suspenders, and frilly pink pettipants?
How much greater will Fifi/Eric's fear of discovery and embarrassment being recognized by local people while working on the ladder in his French maid finery?
What awaits Fifi at the hands of cousin Sabrina, the aunts, and mother?
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Episode 6
The next time Eric visited Sabrina he was much chastened after his summer holiday spent as a maid. He was determined to be nice to her. He knew now that the consequences of anything else were too terrible to think of.
They settled down to watch a Friday night movie while Zelda and Hilda were out. The phone rang and Sabrina answered. “Hi Harvey! Watchya doin’?” “Really?” “Naw, I think I’d rather stay in if you don’t mind.” “No. Anyway I’m babysitting”, she lied, looking at Eric and throwing her eyes up. He laughed at her deception.
He actually felt a little pleased that she preferred a night in watching a movie with her cousin to going out with her boyfriend. She even made popcorn and brought him a cola.
They were halfway through the movie when the doorbell rang. She put the popcorn bowl down, went over to the door and looked through the spy hole. “It’s Harvey!” she whispered desperately. “I told him I was babysitting!” she panicked. She whipped a finger at Eric.
He found himself sitting in a play-pen wearing nothing but a nappy and with a soother jammed in his mouth. “Mmmmhhhh!” Sabrina ran over to him. She shouted “Coming!” towards the front door to gain time with Harvey.
“Shit, shit, shit! I can’t seem to change you to baby size – my powers are still limited. I have to make it look more convincing. “Hmmpfff?” She zapped again and made the play-pen bigger so that he looked smaller by comparison. It was something but not enough. “You still need to look more convincing.” “Nnnggghhh!” Zap.
Eric was wearing a pink baby dress with a nursery pattern of toys. He had a matching lace-trimmed bonnet to hide his face and he could see his legs were now in white tights. He pulled up the netting under his dress to see that he was also wearing a matching nappy cover with rows of frills. “Nnnggghhh!” It wasn’t fair! He was being nice to her! He still ended up in sissy clothes and now a nappy!
She rushed over to the door and let Harvey in. Eric turned away and used the brim of his bonnet to hide his boy’s face. He found himself suc-king on the soother and picking up a rattle. He shook it.
“Sit down, sit down”, Sabrina told Harvey nervously, hoping to avoid him looking too closely at her baby in the corner in the play-pen. “I just need to put Baby Erika to bed”, she explained. “Sure” Harvey shrugged. “The party was a blow-out.” He picked up the remote control and started flicking through the channels.
Sabrina was initially going to take Eric up to the room he usually stayed in but changed her mind and brought him out to the back of the house. She stopped outside the room they called the den and wiggled her finger.
She opened the door and the room was transformed into a nursery. She led Baby Erika in. “Nnnggghhh!” It was very definitely decorated as a baby girl’s nursery – all pinks and lacey whites. It was fully furnished with cot, high chair, rocking horse and changing table. She pushed him towards the cot.
“Nnnngggghh!” “Sorry but you just have to play along until he leaves.” She lowered the sides of the cot and pushed him in. “Nnnggghhh!” She raised the side bars again and they locked in position with a click. She looked around for things to amuse him. She put some rattles and dolls in there and a baby bottle of milk.”
Eric sighed heavily. Why did she have to go to all this trouble making him look convincing as a baby?! Just then Harvey stuck his head in the door. “Everything alright?” Eric quickly lay down in the bed and suc-ked quietly on his soother, terrified of being caught. “Shhh!” Sabrina hushed Harvey and she crept out of the room turning the light off.
Eric couldn’t believe it. When the coast seemed clear he sat up again. He looked at the side bars. He realized that his hands were no more agile than a baby’s and he couldn’t open the catch on the side. He started to blubber. He saw the bottle and instinctively spat his soother out and started suc-king on the bottle for milk. It was obvious she had programmed him to act like a baby.
After an hour or so listening to music and laughter coming from the sitting room, he began to regret the cola and milk. His bladder was bursting. Eventually he wet his nappy. He cringed as his warm pee spread around his bottom. Was he going to be left in a soggy nappy all night? He suc-ked on his soother for comfort.
After a little while Sabrina crept into the room. “Mmmnnngggg!” he whimpered. “All right baby?” “Nnnggghh!” “What’s wrong?” she stuck a finger under the elasticated leg opening of his nappy cover. “Oh dear you are wet!” She tried not to snigger too much.
She was about to zap him into a clean nappy when Harvey appeared at the door. “Another beer?” he whispered. “Yes, I need to change her nappy I’ll just be a few minutes”, she told him. When he went she murmured “I’d better do it properly now”. Harvey was snooping around too much and making her nervous that he’ll discover her deception. She lowered the side of the cot. “Nnnggghhh!” Eric was not keen to have his nappy changed by Sabrina.
She helped him up onto the large changing table and took his bonnet, dress, nappy cover and tights off. Then she winced as she peeled his plastic pants off and then his soggy nappy.
He was mortified at her seeing his private parts but she tried to make light of it, humming brightly as she wiped him clean and powdered him. She pinned a clean nappy on him and pulled plastic pants up over it. Then she opened a drawer and took out a pink nightie. He grumbled on being dressed in the pink nightie and then whimpered when she placed a light bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin. It had a little lace trim. “We have to hide your boyish hair just in case”, she reasoned. He frowned and suc-ked on his soother.
Harvey appeared at the door again proving her caution was warranted. “Nearly done?” “Yes” She helped Erika waddle over to the cot and pushed him in, raising the side bars. She made him lie down and pulled the pink princess duvet over him. Harvey was still loitering at the door so she took a doll and tucked it in beside Eric. He had to play along if he didn’t want to be revealed as a boy in a baby dress and nappy.
“Night night baby!” Sabrina whispered. Eric lay back clutching the doll and suc-king on his soother, relieved at least to be in a clean nappy.
(to be continued)
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DaraJaney,
Thank you so much for this series of episodes on the humiliations of Eric at the hands of cousin Sabrina as she is mastering her magic powers. It seems that she can do a lot with inanimate objects such as make a playpen appear and change its size, not to mention turning the den into a nursery for a baby girl.
Since Sabrina is only at a certain level in her magical skills, she could program Eric to act like a baby and most likely talk like a baby, but not yet able to shrink Baby Erika's body size yet.
This is a Friday night and eventually boyfriend Harvey will leave, but will Sabrina decide to just check Baby Erika, do another diaper change, and leave him until morning?
In the morning, Zelda and Hilda are able to use their advanced power to shrink Baby Erika to the proper size for a baby. They could skype Baby Erika's current state to his mother, who thinks that since Eric talked back to her last week after misbehaving in school, he should remain as the diminutive Baby Erika for the rest of his stay and for the ride back home.
The rest of the stay would be Baby Erika suffering lots of humiliating baby experiences, so that after he is back home he will be on his very best behavior at home and in school.
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Episode 7
(previously on Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin …
Eric was wearing a pink baby dress with a nursery pattern of toys. He had a matching lace-trimmed bonnet to hide his face and he could see his legs were now in white tights. He pulled up the netting under his dress to see that he was also wearing a matching nappy cover with rows of frills. “Nnnggghhh!” It wasn’t fair! He was being nice to her! He still ended up in sissy clothes and now a nappy!
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“Night night baby!” Sabrina whispered. Eric lay back clutching the doll and suc-king on his soother, relieved at least to be in a clean nappy.)
A little while later Sabrina and Harvey were curled up on the sofa when Sabrina flinched. “What is it?” “I’ve got a pain in my side”, she told him, feeling the sore spot. “Ow!” She suddenly doubled over. “Oh my god!” “Are you ok?” “No. Call a doctor!” “We won’t get a doctor at this time of night. I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
Just then Zelda and Hilda arrived home. “What’s happening?” “Sabrina’s got a really bad pain in her side. I’m going to drive her to hospital.” Her aunts helped her towards the door and then out to the car as Harvey jumped in the driver’s side. At the last minute Sabrina remembered “Eric -eh … is in the den”. “OK” Zelda answered her, wondering why it mattered. Harvey drove off.
“Surely Eric should be in bed by now”, Zelda said, heading for the den. She opened the door and went in. She was puzzled seeing this baby girl nursery. She looked out into the corridor to confirm that she really was in her own house. Eric was curled up in the bed afraid to move in case it was Harvey.
Zelda turned on the light and Hilda arrived behind her. “What the … ?” They moved into the room taking in the cot, high chair and the rocking horse. Eric had heard his aunt’s voice and cringed in his cot. She inevitably came over and saw the figure curled up. Eric could feel them looking in. He turned his head and they saw his cute little face framed by the frills on his bonnet.
“Eric! What did you do to Sabrina now?” Zelda said crossly. “Nnnggghhh!” he whimpered and shook his head desperately. “You must have done something to deserve this”, Hilda added. Eric could only suc-k on his soother and hug his dolly.
“Well she’s had to go to the hospital so you are going to be in your pretty nursery for tonight”, she told him looking around in wonder. “Nnngghhh!” Eric whimpered again. “You’d better settle down and go to sleep.” But Eric was wide eyed awake with the realization that he was stuck as a baby until Sabrina returned.
“Maybe a nice warm bottle will help you sleep”, Hilda told him taking the baby bottle to the kitchen. Eric just sat there crestfallen until she came back with his warmed up milk. He suc-ked on his bottle and started to feel sleepy. “There we are baby”, Hilda cooed. He frowned but continued suc-king on his bottle. When he was finished she replaced the teat with his soother and was happy to see that he continued suc-king on that.
“Off to sleep now”, she whispered making him lie back in the bed. She tucked his duvet around him and pressed a doll into his arms. He wriggled a little but fell asleep clutching his doll and suc-king seemingly contented on his soother. She sneaked out and turned out the light.
When he woke he was already bursting for a pee. He whimpered desperately trying not to wet his nappy again. He listened but there was no sound of anyone up. He had no idea what time it was and they had all been up pretty late the night before. He sighed and wet his nappy.
No sooner was that done than he realized he was going to have to poop. He blubbered into his soother and tried the side bars of his cot again. He couldn’t handle the catch. He shook the bars frustratedly and then slumped in the cot. First there was a burst of flatulence and then the gushing sound of a very messy poo filling his nappy.
He waited until he was sure he was all done. Then he slowly turned on his tummy with his messy botty in the air so his poo wouldn’t be squished around his nappy anymore. He reached for his dolly and hugged her for comfort, blubbering into his soother.
He had no idea how long he was left in his soggy and messy nappy but eventually he heard sounds around the house and Hilda came into his nursery. “Oh my goodness!” she blurted when she got the smell. “Zelda! Someone’s done something very unpleasant in their nappy!” she shouted so it could be heard upstairs. Eric cringed and suc-ked on his soother.
He was mortified having his very messy nappy changed by his aunts. He lay helpless on his tummy suc-king ruefully on his soother as they wiped and powdered his bottom. They soon had him pinned into a clean nappy and pulled plastic pants up over it.
“Now!” Zelda said as she opened the wardrobe. There were four frilly baby dresses hanging there. Eric cringed. Zelda took out a lavender coloured dress. Eric whimpered as she brought it towards him. “We must get you dressed so we can all have breakfast.” He was unable to resist as she pulled the dress over his head and pushed his arms into the puffed sleeves. She buttoned it up the back. Even in the seated position Eric could see that the dress didn’t cover his nappy. He whimpered as he tried to push it down.
“It is a short dress, isn’t it?” Hilda agreed. “You’ll need these”, she told him holding up a pair of white tights. “Nnngggghhhh!” “Now, now it will keep your little leggies warm!” She pushed him back on the changing table and pulled his tights on and up over his nappy. “These seem to be part of the set”, Zelda said coming towards him with matching lacey bonnet, frilly nappy cover and booties. Eric wriggled desperately trying to resist but was no match for this aunts who soon had his frilly nappy cover pulled up over his tights and under his baby dress. Hilda pulled his booties on and tied the ribbons at his ankles. Zelda placed the bonnet on his head and tied the ribbon in a big bow under his chin. “There!”
“Let’s bring your high-chair into the kitchen so we can all eat together”, Zelda suggested. She wheeled the high chair along while Hilda ensured that Eric waddled along behind. She waited as Zelda pushed the high chair through the kitchen door. Eric was stopped in front of the hall mirror. He whimpered. The fluffy lavender layers of his baby dress only half covered his matching frilly nappy cover. He cringed at the sight of his long legs in white tights. He looked at the reflection of his face framed by his lacey bonnet and suc-ked on his soother.
Hilda brought him over to his high chair and helped him up. Eric had his arms pushed this way and that and soon found straps tightening over his shoulders and chest followed by a little click as he was firmly secured in his high-chair. “There!” Zelda said as she stood back and smiled at the chest plate on his harness which was pink with cartoon bunny rabbits. His legs in white tights and lavender booties dangled helplessly from his high chair. She had brought a bib from the nursery which she tied around his neck.
He watched disconsolately as Hilda warmed up his bottle of milk. Zelda prepared their toast. Eric was just about able to hold his bottle up while he suc-ked on the teat and they munched on their toast. Then Zelda made a bowl of muesli for him. He grimaced and wriggled desperately against his harness but she pushed a spoonful into his mouth. He cringed but had to swallow the breakfast which tasted like sawdust to him.
Zelda persisted despite Eric’s constant whimpering and wriggling until he had finished the bowlful. Then she took a tissue and wiped his face. “There’s a good baby! Now would you like your play pen set up in the nursery or in the living room?” “Hhhgggnn!” “Nursery?” He shook his head. He didn’t want to be shut away in the pink room. “Living room!” she confirmed and helped him waddle there. She pushed him into the play pen and closed the side with a click. He sat down and dutifully started playing with his rattles and dolls as he was programmed by Sabrina to do.
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DaraJaney, thank you for your latest addition.
I think most of us readers wonder what exact problem Sabrina is having (appendix?), what treatment will be required (surgery, perhaps?).
It's almost certain that aunts Hilda and Zelda will not reverse Sabrina's spells, so it looks like a near future continued life of humiliation in diapers, frilly baby dresses, etc., playing with dolls and rattles as programmed the playpen, drinking from baby bottles and being spoon fed mushy food, all at the mercy of his aunts or whoever they choose to babysit.
Baby Erika is undoubtedly hoping that Sabrina comes home soon to change him back.
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Episode 8
(previously on Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin …
Eric was wearing a pink baby dress with a nursery pattern of toys. He had a matching lace-trimmed bonnet to hide his face and he could see his legs were now in white tights. He pulled up the netting under his dress to see that he was also wearing a matching nappy cover with rows of frills. “Nnnggghhh!” It wasn’t fair! He was being nice to her! He still ended up in sissy clothes and now a nappy!
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Sabrina and Harvey were curled up on the sofa when Sabrina flinched. “What is it?” “I’ve got a pain in my side”, she told him, feeling the sore spot. “Ow!” She suddenly doubled over. “Oh my god!” “Are you ok?” “No. Call a doctor!” “We won’t get a doctor at this time of night. I’ll drive you to the hospital.”)
The phone rang in the hall and Zelda answered. He could just hear “yes”, “I see” and “Let us know.” “Do give her our best wishes.” Then she put down the phone. “They have to operate. She’ll be in for a few days.” “Nnngggghhhh!” Eric shook his rattle in protest.
Hilda looked down at him in the pen. “Don’t worry sweetie, your aunties will take good care of you! And you have lots of pretty baby dresses to wear. What did you do to annoy Sabrina anyway?” “Nnnggghhh!” This wasn’t fair!
Later his mother phoned. Eric listened from his play-pen trying not to shake his rattle too loudly. She was told about Sabrina’s illness and insisted on coming over. Zelda looked at Eric in his pretty baby dress and wondered what she should say. “I’m afraid that Eric must have annoyed her about something again.” He could hear an unsympathetic reaction at the other end of the phone along the lines of “what now?”. “You’ll see when you come over”, Zelda told her.
Eric sat suc-king on his soother looking up at his mother though the lace trim of his bonnet. He gave his rattle a little shake. “What did you do to Sabrina?!” she sighed, hands on hips. Eric frowned. Why did everyone assume he was at fault? He had been trying to be extra nice but he still ended up in the most humiliating situation yet.
His mother looked out the window and saw the nappies and plastic pants pegged to the clothes line. “Oh my goodness! You’ve had to change his nappy!” Eric looked down. He was about to wet his nappy again.
His mother opened the side of his play-pen. “Let me see you”, she instructed him. He climbed to his feet and waddled out of the pen. She smiled. “That is a pretty dress. And look at your frilly nappy cover!” Eric cringed. Hilda walked in. “Time for his bottle”, she announced. “Oh let me!” his mother insisted all too eagerly.
She strapped him into his high-chair and tied his bib on before helping him with his bottle. When he was finished he whimpered a little and pointed to his nappy. “Oh has baby done pee-pees for mommy?” He nodded glumly.
He was lying face down on his changing table and his mother was pulling out another baby wipe when her phone rang. She wandered off out of the room as she took the call. Eric whimpered through his soother as he was left there with his bare bottom in the air. He blubbered a little at being so helpless. Hilda passed the door. “Oh does baba need his botty powdered.” He was actually grateful to her for completing his change and restoring his tights and baby dress.
And so Eric just had to play with his rattles, take his bottles and have his nappy changed by his all-too-happy mother while Sabrina recovered from her operation. One day his Aunt Imelda arrived with her two little four-year-old twins. They ran over giggling at Eric in his play-pen. “Why is Eric dressed like a baby girl?” Eric looked down ruefully at his baby dress. “Because he must have annoyed Sabrina”, his mother replied. He wished they would stop saying that.
“Why is Eric wearing a nappy?!” Eric suc-ked hard on his soother. “Because he needs to sweetie.” “We don’t need nappies anymore!” “No you don’t because you are big girls now.” The twins looked so proud. Then they looked at Eric holding a rattle in his play-pen sitting there in his pink baby dress with his thick nappy bulging under his frilly nappy cover and they giggled.
Finally it was announced that Sabrina was coming home. Eric was strapped into his high-chair in the nursery when he heard the car pull in. Finally, Sabrina could turn him back and explain that it wasn’t his fault at all. There was lots of talk out in the hallway and Eric shook his rattle to try to get their attention.
Eventually Sabrina walked in. “Oh I’m so sorry!” she apologized. Then she smiled at his lemon dress. “Those petticoats are cute!” His mother smiled. “There’s a cute heart embroidered on the seat of his nappy cover!” Sabrina sighed. “I suppose I’d better change you back you poor thing.” Eric braced himself.
“Before you do”, his mother interrupted. Eric whimpered at the delay. “I’ve been staying in his usual room and we were hoping to stay the rest of the week. If you change him back he won’t have a room.” “Nnnghhh?” “I see” Sabrina replied. “Well I don’t have to.” “Nnnngggghhhh!” “It is nice having a cute baby to look after again”, she said reaching for his bottle. They all smiled. Eric kicked his legs desperately and wriggled in his high-chair but was firmly strapped in and they soon had him suc-king on his bottle.
When his mother put him down for a mid-afternoon nap he tossed and turned in his cot. “It wasn’t fair! Sabrina could just as easily turn him back and turn the nursery into a proper bedroom for him. Instead they were keeping him in nappies and baby dresses for another few days in this horrid nursery. He desperately wanted to explain that to them but he couldn’t speak. He could only suc-k on his soother and suc-k it up. He was sure it must have occurred to them too but his mother was only too happy to keep him in his cute dresses and nappies. He cringed.
His pink baby dress was hanging on the back of the door waiting for him after his nap, the matching nappy cover and tights were draped over a chair beside his cot. His mother had placed his matching bonnet on a wig stand to keep its shape. He was about to wet his nappy again.
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DaraJaney,
When I guess what might happen next, you take it even further!
How much more embarrassing for Eric for his mother to see him, feed him, and change him? On top of that, now Aunt Imelda and his 4 year old twin cousins have seen him and at least the cousins have laughed at him.
So it's still diapers, baby dresses, and bottles with mother, aunts, and Sabrina taking care of him until the end of the week when they take Eric back home. The women probably find Baby Erika easier to control than Eric the boy.
Will Eric's mother invite them to her home and would they prefer to travel (with at least one meal stop) with Baby Erika instead of grown Eric? After they arrived to Eric's mother's house, would Sabrina then change Baby Erika not back to Eric, but to Fifi to wait on them to repay them for the care they gave to Baby Erika?
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Episode 9
Eric and his aunts and cousins always got together for Halloween. This year is was at his Aunt Imelda’s home. She was throwing a party and Eric was really looking forward to being Dracula! He had a great costume.
His Aunt Imelda’s twin four-year-olds had to be accompanied around the neighbours’ houses to Trick or Treat. The aunts and Sabrina all wanted to get their party started early so Eric was assigned the job of guiding the children around. He wasn’t thrilled about this but he wasn’t going to argue given his recent experience of getting on the wrong side of Sabrina.
The twins were dressed as lambs …. or sheep, he wasn’t quite sure but it didn’t matter to him. The problem was that when Eric appeared as Dracula in his black cloak with fake blood dripping from his lips they screamed and hid behind their mother. “Mummy we don’t want to go with him dressed like that”, Laura sniffled. “Please don’t make us”, Mindy cried.
“Can’t you go as something less scary”, Aunt Imelda asked him. Eric winced. “I really want to go as Dracula … he’s so cool!” “Well this isn’t going to work”, she insisted. “How about something more appropriate”, Sabrina suggested wiggling her finger.
Eric looked down to see that he was dressed as Little Bo Peep and he clutched a shepherdesses crook! “No!!!” He was wearing a white lacy dress with pink trimmings over a stiff hoop. He had a matching bonnet on his head and little ringlets dangled from beneath it. He moved disconsolately towards the mirror to see that pink pantaloons peeked from under his hoop skirt which had layers of lace disappearing up under his hoop.
“Pertfect!” his Aunt Imelda declared and started ushering them towards the door. “Please Mum!” Eric begged. But she was smiling. “Don’t be out too long!” she warned him jokingly, as if he would spend a second longer in this costume than he absolutely had to. They were pushed out the door and it closed behind them. The twin lambs ran down the path excitedly while Eric loped along clattering his crook on the ground.
At the first door he tried to hang back and let the twins get all the attention but his pretty white and pink dress with its wide hoop, his large bonnet and pink pantaloons were far too eye-catching. “Come in, come in”, the lady urged him. “Come in to the light where we can see your pretty dress!” Eric cringed but had little choice but to comply. “Oh aren’t those pantaloons sweet!” Not only did Eric have to endure this but he had to smile and pretend to be happy with his costume like a girl would be or else people might realise that something was wrong.
“What’s your name?” “Erica” he responded with as girly a voice as he could muster. The twins giggled. Each door was the same. On a couple of occasions he had to squeeze his hoop to get it through the door. Some ladies actually tipped his hoop up to see more of the pretty lace on his pantaloons. They loved his frilly bonnet and ringlets. Eric wanted to die.
He kept meeting boys along the street, envious of their Superman or Devil costumes. He actually saw a really good Dracula and that just made him feel even worse in his pretty Bo Peep dress.
Finally they got to the last house on the street. He was desperate to get home and out of the mortifying dress. When the door opened he could see a kid’s party going on inside. The adults complimented him on his pretty dress as all the others did and he tried to smile and say thank you politely.
“Come along and join the party”, the lady said giving him a welcoming swoosh with her arm. “Thanks but …” Eric began but the twins immediately ran into the party shouting “Yay!” Eric sighed. He had no choice but to pick up his hoop skirt and join the party.
Cake and cola were quickly passed into his hands. He was able to lean the crook against the wall. He stood there with his hands full wondering if he could sit and get the weight off his legs. He spotted a vacant spot on the sofa and went over.
He sat down still clutching his cake and cola. His hoop tipped upwards as he sat. There were screams of laughter. “Those rows of pretty lace go all the way up the pantaloons!” someone shouted. Eric desperately tried to push his hoop down while not dropping the cake on the carpet or spilling the cola on his dress. It was impossible. He had to stand up again to bring the full exposure of his frilly pantaloons to an end.
He was very hot in the costume. “Why don’t you take off your bonnet”, a lady asked , seeing his discomfort. He couldn’t take his bonnet off because people would see his boyish hair and realise that he was a teenage boy in a sissy Bo-Peep costume. He just shook his head and smiled embarrassedly. “You obviously do love your pretty costume, don’t you?” she persisted. Eric cringed but had to nod agreement.
They started traditional Halloween games like trying to catch the apple in a bowl of water with your teeth. This was a nightmare for Eric. Everyone must have wondered why he wouldn’t take his bonnet off when the wide brim was making it so difficult for Eric to get his head in the bowl. He desperately tried to hold back his dangling ringlets as well as trying to make sure that his hoop skirt didn’t stick up in an embarrassing way again.
His mother arrived later having heard that they were there. A neighbour told her how pretty Erica looked in her pretty dress, bonnet and pantaloons. Eric cringed and tried to smile as his mother nodded her agreement. “My son Pat is having a birthday party tomorrow, you must all come!” the neighbour told her. “We’d love to!”, his mother replied, “wouldn’t you?” she asked, giving Eric a knowing look. The neighbour was looking at him waiting for an answer. “Yes!” he replied desperately trying to hold his smile while contemplating how he was going to get out of going to the party as the girl that they all thought he was!
(to be continued)
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DaraJaney,
The Halloween episode was great!
I really liked the Eric's dilemmas of sitting down in his hoopskirt showing off all of his pantaloons, and then having to bob for apples in his bonnet while holding back his ringlets.
The invitation to the birthday party was the crowning humiliation.
I'm looking forward to the upcoming episodes.
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Sounds like time for a classic party dress scene, with little girl mannerisms a magically enforced requirement. :)
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Sounds like time for a classic party dress scene, with little girl mannerisms a magically enforced requirement. :)
I second all of this! :)
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Episode 10
(previously on Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin …
“Can’t you go as something less scary”, Aunt Imelda asked him. Eric winced. “I really want to go as Dracula … he’s so cool!” “Well this isn’t going to work”, she insisted. “How about something more appropriate”, Sabrina suggested wiggling her finger. Eric looked down to see that he was dressed as Little Bo Peep and he clutched a shepherdesses crook! “No!!!”
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“My son Pat is having a birthday party tomorrow, you must all come!” the neighbour told her. “We’d love to!”, his mother replied, “wouldn’t you?” she asked, giving Eric a knowing look. The neighbour was looking at him waiting for an answer. “Yes!” he replied desperately trying to hold his smile while contemplating how he was going to get out of going to the party as the girl that they all thought he was!)
“Please Mum, you can’t make me go to the party dressed as a girl!” Eric begged the next day. “Would you rather go as a boy then?” Eric frowned at her. He didn’t want people to know that he had been dressed so convincingly Little Bo Peep complete with bonnet and frilly pantaloons the night before. “Well we are all going to the party so you have to come. We’ll find you a nice party dress.” Eric sighed.
“Oh yeah?” Sabrina cut in addressing Zelda, “like that awful party dress you made me wear to Granny’s 80th birthday party?” “Did we? I don’t recall”, Zelda replied. “You remember!” Sabrina insisted. “This one.” She wiggled her finger at Eric.
He was now dressed in a bright pink party dress with several layers of petticoats, puffed sleeves and two matching pink bows in his hair. “Hey!” His dress only barely covered his bottom and below that he wore white lacey tights and pink ankle socks with lace trim and pink t-bar shoes.
“No way!” He couldn’t believe this was happening again. “If it was good enough for me then it is good enough for you!” Sabrina insisted, walking away from him in his pink dress. He looked in the mirror. He reached up to remove the pink bows in his hair but his dress rode up exposing his pink frilly panties. He dropped his arms quickly, trying to push down his petticoats. “It’s not fair! I can’t reach up or bend over without showing my panties”, he protested.
His mother was unsympathetic. “Well you shouldn’t be bending over or reaching up, it’s unladylike. That outfit is just perfect for him”, she insisted. “Those pink frilly panties should ensure that he takes proper care of his deportment. Come along now.”
So Eric approached the party in his pink dress, desperately trying to hold his petticoats steady as he walked because any rocking of his petticoats would give glimpses of his pink frilly panties. He was determined to sit or stand quietly at the party and try to maintain some sort of dignity in this mortifying situation.
They were shown in by the neighbour and went into the back garden, Eric walking as demurely as he could holding his petticoats steady with his arms. He saw that a bouncy castle was set up in the back garden. Normally he would love to have a go on that but there was no way in this short flouncy dress!
Then he saw that a piñata was dangling from a tree. A boy was reaching up on his tippy toes trying to hit it with a bat. There was no way Eric was going to try that in his short dress either! Other children had drawn hop scotch on the patio. He watched as a girl in shorts hoped a few times and then bent over to retrieve the counter on the ground. He could visualize how bending over like that was going to go for him in this dress and panties.
“Where would you like to play first?” the neighbour asked him. Eric smiled politely and desperately looked around for something he could do that would involve the minimum movement. He saw three girls having a tea party with dolls at a kiddies table in the corner of the patio. He sighed. The neighbour was waiting for an answer. “Can I play with the dolls?” Eric asked mortified. “Of course you can!” She guided him over.
Even the girls playing with the dolls were clearly surprised by Eric’s sissy short dress and he was worried about the low angle of view that they had as he tried to push his petticoats down again. He could see them smirk at his frilly ankle socks as he tried to control his petticoats as he sat on a little chair beside them.
“Now here is your number”, the lady told Eric handing him a large ticket. There are so many children here today that you all have to take turns on each game. Don’t worry you will hear your number called for each game and you will then take your turn. Eric took his number and looked again at the bouncy castle, the high piñata and the hopscotch and winced.
It was a terrible sign of the state he was in that he wanted to continue playing with dolls. At least this way he could keep his short flouncy petticoats under control. But inevitably his number came up for the bouncy castle.
“Please can I continue playing with the dolls?” he begged while Sabrina sniggered. But his host was having none of it. She walked him over to the bouncy castle. He stood looking gloomily at the children bouncing head over heels. Normally he would love a bouncy castle but now he just clutched his petticoats nervously. First he had to take off his shoes. He was about to bend over and them remembered. He went to kneel on the ground but his mother called “don’t dirty your tights on the grass dear!” Lots of children heard and smirked at him in his sissy white tights.
He desperately tried to take off his shoes without bending over too much but he could hear tittering behind. It was pointless anyway he realized. The inflatable rose about a meter above ground and he was going to have to climb up on it. He did so in the full knowledge that everyone behind would get a clear view of his pink frilly panties framed by his layers of petticoats. The only thing was to get it over with as quickly as possible.
He scrambled up in a flurry of petticoats. But he was no sooner there than children started bouncing beside him and he careered uncontrollably around the inflatable. He ended up in the corner with his legs in the air. He just about got his petticoats down when another mean boy bounced right beside him and had him somersaulting again.
He was so relieved to be able to get off the damn thing and arrange his petticoats prettily again and straighten the bows in his hair. “Your turn for the piñata”, he heard someone shout. He cringed. “Please can I go back to playing with the dolls?!”
(to be continued)
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DaraJaney,
What an embarrassing party so far for Eric and the games are only half way through, with opportunities to show his lacy pink panties at pinata and hop scotch, not to mention afterward dealing with both hands full with cake and drink. They are outdoors and the wind could become a bit of a petticoat uplifting experience.
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Poor unloved boy :(
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Episode 11
“Don’t be silly”, his hostess insisted. “Everyone has to have a go at the piñata – that’s the whole point of it. Pat give Erika the bat.” Eric cringed as he looked how high the piñata was. The only possible way of hitting it was to swing as high as he could and he knew the consequences of that.
As he stepped forward with the bat he grew very conscious of the ring of children and adults around him watching eagerly. He couldn’t bring himself to reach up and display his pink frilly panties. Eventually he took an ineffective swing without really raising his arms. He shrugged and tried to give the bat to somebody else but the crowd wasn’t having it. “Have a proper swing!” “Jump and swing!” This was only attracting more attention and the crowd increased. Eric realized that there was no way out of it.
He jumped and swung the bat as high as he could. He made contact but little impression on the stuffed toy. His petticoats acted like a parachute as he descended and flew up so high they covered his face. But he knew exactly what they had not covered and the grinning faces confirmed it.
He marched over to the doll’s tea party trying to ignore the sniggering and took a large doll and started playing with it determinedly. But a few minutes later the hostess came over and told him that his number had come up for hop scotch. “Please can I play with the doll instead?” he begged. “You can take her with you!” the lady told him.
So Eric stood in front of the hop scotch squares clutching a doll under his left arm and the counter in his right hand. He threw the counter and took a deep breath. Skipping on one leg was difficult enough but with the weight of ballooning petticoats it was even more hazardous not to mention clutching a doll.
He got to the square containing the counter. He had to bend over and pick it up standing on one leg. There was no ladylike way to do it. He bent right over and missed the counter. So he had to try again knowing all the time that his frilly pink panties and layers of petticoats were on view to all. He picked up the counter and continued hopping to the end. Then he jumped and turned around. Sabrina was facing him with a video camera and had presumably captured the whole thing. He cringed and clutched his dolly tighter.
When he escaped from the hopscotch he found himself in a queue. Children were pushing and shoving and he found himself propelled along. They went up steps. He tried to push the back of his dress down but knew that whoever was behind was looking up at his pink frilly panties.
When he got to the top he saw a mesh of ropes ahead of him. Children were making their way across shakily, grasping a rope at the side to aid them. Eric froze at the edge of the steps. He looked down and saw several boys looking right up his dress. They would get an even better view if he tried to cross the mesh of ropes. No way! But the children behind him were pushing and he ended up out on the ropes.
He had to grasp both sides as he wobbled on the ropes which meant that he had no hands left to steady his petticoats. He wobbled more unsteadily from side to side before one foot completely missed the rope. Eric careered towards the side and fell out the side but fortunately his ankle got caught between ropes and stopped him from hitting the ground.
He didn’t feel very fortunate though as he hung upside down, his petticoats flopping over his head and the bows in his hair dangling upside down. It seemed that only the frilly lace of his ankle sock prevented him from falling down on his head.
He had to wait until one person held him up while the other untangled his ankle and nobody seemed in any rush to do so. Eric just hung upside down thinking that his earlier efforts to maintain his dignity by showing as little frilly panty as possible were rather moot now.
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I love this story! How about making next story the one where the main character's clothes changes all of sudden in school?
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Episode 12
Eric and his mother went to stay with Zelda, Hilda and Sabrina for the Christmas holidays. Eric wasn’t keen. Every time he encountered Sabrina he seemed to end up in sissy outfits. He was assured that she had been warned that she wasn’t to do anything to him that wasn’t in the spirit of Christmas.
They were greeted by Zelda and Hilda. Eric wondered nervously where Sabrina was. “Sabrina is just changing now. She’s helping a friend out at a department store in town. They are a bit short staffed coming up to the Christmas rush.”
First they heard jingling bells. Then Sabrina came down the stairs rather grumpily. She was wearing a lady elf costume. It was a short green dress with alternate layers of red and green petticoats underneath. She wore thigh high stockings with stripes of red and green and red bows at the top. Her green elf’s hat and boots had bells attached which explained her jingling.
“I can’t believe that the store’s staff dressing room is being redecorated and I have to go on the bus dressed like this!” Zelda and Hilda giggled. Eric saw a chance to ingratiate himself with Sabrina. “I think it looks cute!” he smiled.
It didn’t work. She glared at him. “Well you wear it then if you think it’s so cute!” She gave a sweep of her hand and her costume transferred itself to Eric. “No!” he roared as he looked down at his red and green petticoats. Sabrina was back in her t-shirt and jeans.
“Sabrina! We warned you. It’s Christmas!” Zelda scolded her. “Exactly”, Sabrina replied, “I’m just helping Eric get into the Christmas spirit. Now you’d better not miss your bus.”
Eric involuntarily turned around and headed for the door. He couldn’t believe he was going for a bus dressed like this but he couldn’t resist Sabrina’s spell. He went out the door and felt the cool wind on the bare skin between his stocking tops and panties. Panties! He didn’t even know what kind of panties he was wearing. He couldn’t check now that he was outside in public.
He plodded unhappily down the road to the bus stop. A few people waiting at the stop sniggered at his costume and his constant jingling. “Merry Christmas”, an amused man greeted him. Eric had little choice but to return the greeting if he didn’t want people to be even more curious about this elf.
All of the seats were occupied when he got on the bus. It started with a jolt and he had to grab the bar above his head to steady himself. He realized that his dress must have ridden up and was worried that his panties were on show. The bus continued to lurch about and he had to hold on tightly. He noticed some passengers sniggering. But then his costume was funny enough. He didn’t even know what panties he was wearing but the other passengers probably did.
He reported for duty at Santa’s Grotto only just making it in time. He was assigned to hand a present to each child as they sat on Santa’s knee. There was a big box of presents in the corner.
He was careful enough when picking up a present to bend his knees and avoid leaning over too much. He still didn’t know what panties he was wearing.
But as the pile of presents was depleted he had to lean further and further into the box and pretty soon every time he turned around clutching a present, boys were sniggering. Adults clearly found it amusing too which he thought was childish of them.
Eventually he was able to excuse himself for a toilet break and went into the public ladies’ toilet. He had to wait until there was nobody else around the mirrors. He turned his back to the mirrors and hitched up his petticoats at the back. “Santa’s Grotto” was embroidered on his red lace-trimmed panties. He had known the little boys were sniggering at seeing his panties and he now realized why the adults were sniggering.
Having had to be Santa’s elf for one day, he had to keep it up until Christmas Eve. The staff had to do a lot of clearing up on the last day and he didn’t get home until late. The family had started opening presents as they traditionally did on Christmas Eve.
“I’ll just change quickly”, Eric told them but his mother insisted that they had all opened one present each and it was his turn now. He sighed. He found a present labelled for him from Aunt Hilda. His aunts always bought him practical things like socks and sweaters. He tried to feign interest. When he opened the wrapping it contained a pair of red tights with a Christmas tree pattern. “Very funny”, he grumbled sarcastically.
The parcel from Aunt Zelda contained fluffy white mittens with woolly bobbles dangling. The present from Sabrina was much bigger. He took the lid off the box and found a green Christmas dress with dense layers of white petticoats. “Your Christmas tights will go perfectly with that!” Sabrina added happily. Finally his mother’s present was a big red coat with a hood and white furry trimmings. “You have a complete Christmas outfit!”
So Eric cringed as he left for Church the next day. His red and white fur-trimmed coat buttoned over his chest but couldn’t be closed over the lower part of his green dress because of his bulging petticoats. The coat was only slightly longer than his dress so his Christmas tree patterned tights were clearly visible from the knees down. His hands were in the cute white mittens with bobbles dangling and Sabrina had found clip on pigtails with similarly fluffy white bobbles.
He did feel quite snug and warm under his coat, layers of petticoats and his thick tights. He just wished he could close his coat over his billowing petticoats and that his mittens and pigtails didn’t look so sissy. He stopped dead when he saw the crowds gathering outside the church but his mother nudged him on and he tried to steady his petticoats as people turned to look at him.
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Episode 13
Eric’s rugby team had reached the final. His aunts and Sabrina came to town to see him play. On the morning of the final, though, the team selection was announced and he had not been picked. He was hugely disappointed. As they stood around trying to console him, the team’s cheerleaders started their practice. Eric glared at them – not feeling cheered by their inane perkiness.
However, during practice one of the girls twisted her ankle and the others all gathered around. She was brought off to the hospital. Apart from concern for their colleague, the girls and their trainer were disappointed because their routine required 15 members. How would they get a replacement trained up in time? “It’s not exactly hard to jump up and down and shout dumb chants”, Eric snarled. The girls and their trainer were not impressed with that.
“Well if you think it’s so easy why don’t you try it?” Sabrina asked him. Eric flinched and fully expected to be changed into a cheerleaders’ short pleated skirt and pom-poms but he wasn’t! He breathed a little more easily. “Boys can be cheerleaders too these days” Sabrina continued. “That’s right”, the trainer agreed. “Why don’t you join us?” Sabrina discretely wiggled her finger and put Eric under a spell to do as he was told by the trainer and the cheerleaders.
So Eric found himself being trained up as a cheerleader. He didn’t know why he was going along with this himself. Sabrina hadn’t done her usual trick of changing him into sissy clothes so he was puzzled. The trainer told him that he had to smile at all times and be as perky as the girls. She was pleasantly surprised when Eric fixed a smile on his face and bobbed up and down like the best of them. He didn’t realise himself why he was doing it.
So when it came to a couple of hours before the game the trainer told them all to go and get changed into their uniforms. Eric was unsure what to do. “We don’t actually have a boy’s uniform yet”, the lead girl Angela told him. “So you’ll just have to come with us!” she giggled. Eric didn’t like the sound of it but was programmed to obey and was hauled off with a girl on each arm.
When Sabrina, her aunts and Eric’s mother arrived for the match, the cheerleaders were doing their final dress rehearsal. Eric was wearing a tight red and white sweater pulled down over a well-padded bra and a very short pleated red and white skirt. Initially they thought his legs had been waxed but then realized the girls had put him in nude opaque tights!
They couldn’t believe that he was smiling and bobbing up and down with the rest of them. His fluttering pleated skirt revealed his red panties below. Pig-tails with red and white ribbons were pinned to his hair and he clutched red pom-poms. His face was heavily made up with blush (though that may have been natural!), eye-shadow, red lipstick and false eye-lashes.
He was cringing inwardly but couldn’t help smile and jump up and down as if excited to be displaying himself in a short skirt and tights in front of the whole town. “Sabrina! Not again!” Aunt Zelda complained. “I didn’t dress him up like that!” Sabrina assured her but she smirked knowingly.
Just then the rugby team emerged from the dressing room. Eric wanted to die. His team mates clattered out in their football boots wearing their rugby shirts and shorts. They were about to see Eric jumping up and down with a big smile on his face wearing false boobs, a short flouncy skirt and tights, with beribboned pig tails and rosy red cheeks and fluttering eye-lashes. He observed the withering looks on their faces as they passed their former team mate – now sissy cheerleader. But all he could do was smile and jump up and down, giving them glimpses of his red panties. They shook their heads sadly.
The cheerleaders started their routine and it was only towards the end that Eric realized the significance of the final move of the routine. In practice they all leaned forward at the end. He thought it a strange ending but had a bad feeling about it now.
Indeed when they came to the end the girls bent over and pulled up their skirts at the back to reveal that they spelled the team name with letters sown on the seat of their panties. All were pulled up except Eric’s. The crowd cheered but then paused when they noticed the incomplete name. Eric cringed and realized he was only drawing more attention to himself so he pulled his skirt up. His mother, aunts and Sabrina agreed that it was unfortunately that he got the letter “O” which must have looked like some kind of target to his former team mates!
Eric was mortified through the whole match. Chanting and jumping up and down with a smile on his face and his pleated skirt fluttering and his pigtails dangling – regularly turning around bending over and showing his panties to the packed grandstand.
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I was away for a week and I'm just catching up now.
Those were 3 more great episodes!
Thank you, DaraJaney!
I'm looking forward to more.
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Amazing story so far but the latest "cheerleader" episode was by far my favourite.
Would love to see more in a similar setting both with the cheerleaders and with the idea of Sabrina forcing Eric to agree to things instead of just putting him in embarrassing outfits
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Episode 14
The end of the match couldn’t come soon enough. But the girls still seemed still to be excited about something. “Now, the after-match party!” Eric sighed. “Not for me thanks.” “Oh come on, you know why there has to be fifteen of us!” Angela giggled. Eric cringed. He was brought off to the changing rooms.
“Luckily I brought two dresses!” Angela declared. “I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to wear this really short flared dress”, she told him holding it up with her other dress which was about 6 inches longer. “Now you can wear it!” He desperately hoped that she didn’t mean the short dress was for him but of course she did. He really didn’t want to wear that in front of his team mates but was programmed to obey.
Eric went out to the party clutching the hem of his short dress. “Wow! Your legs are so great in those tights!” Angela observed. He tottered along in high heels – offered to him by another cheerleader who decided to stay in her flats. “I hear the number 8 is gay”, Angela giggled. “You might want to watch him”, she warned Eric. He clutched the short hem of his dress even more tightly.
All of the other cheerleaders paired off with players they fancied and Eric was left standing very awkwardly with the number 8. He’d never felt so exposed. He cringed in his short dress and nude tights, clutching his drink in one hand and a silver purse in the other. Angela observed his discomfort amusedly. He envied her dress that almost reached her knees.
He may have had a purse but had no money so when the number 8 offered to buy him a drink, he had to accept. He just desperately hoped that he didn’t want anything in return for the drink. Eric cringed in his tights and tugged his dress down again as far as it would go, which was not very far.
He was so glad to be scampering away from the party at the end with the giggling girls. It was very late and Angela told him he could stay in her house – there was a spare room. She helped him get the make-up off and showed him into his room. She had left a short pink nightie and matching panties on the bed. For once she didn’t actually tell him to put them on so he didn’t. She just left the room giggling.
He woke up in the middle of the night needing a pee and before he snuck out the door reckoned he couldn’t go out naked. He pulled the panties on. They were very lacey and embarrassing so he pulled the nightie on too which just about covered his panties. He tiptoed off to the bathroom.
He woke when Angela came into the room in the morning. He realized that he was still wearing the nightie and panties! He’d been so tired he just crashed into bed with them still on. He clutched the duvet to his throat hoping that she wouldn’t see. But she looked around the room and seeing no nightie or panties knew that he had them on. She tugged the duvet off him. “I think you like wearing frilly girly things”, Angela giggled. “I do not!” he protested. “It’s ok sweetie for a boy to like girly things”, she tried to assure him. He knew that for most people it was not.
“So you’re going to need a school uniform”, she sniggered. “Here is an old one of mine”, she reached into the wardrobe and took out a plaid pleated school skirt. “No way!” Eric protested. “You know you want to try it on!” she insisted. “Come on!” He had no choice but to obey and he was soon dressed in the skirt, a white blouse stretching over his stuffed bra and navy tights. She attached two pony tail hair extensions and tied blue ribbons on them.
She brought him down to breakfast. “Mum can you give Eric breakfast while we get ready?” Eric tugged his short pleated skirt embarrassedly as Angela’s Mum took his arm and brought him to the kitchen table. “Of course! Come along sweetie. You do look pretty!” Eric cringed as he tucked his pleated skirt under his bottom as he sat.
Eventually Angela and her younger sister appeared. They were wearing their school uniform but had trousers on! The school had agreed to allow girls to wear trousers a couple of years ago. “Hey!” Eric complained. “Why do I have to wear a skirt when you have school trousers?” “Because you love wearing skirts, I can tell”, Angela giggled.
Eric couldn’t believe that he was walking into school wearing a plaid skirt, navy tights and a blouse bulging over his bra. He frowned jealously at the girls in their trousers. He was mortified as the other school kids on their way to school realized that it was Eric in the skirt and tights. Most of them had heard about his performance in his cheerleading skirt and panties the night before.
Headteacher Mrs Taylor stepped forward when they arrived at the school entrance. “You’d better come with me”, she told him. Eric thought he must be in trouble but she smiled as she sat down in her office. “Don’t worry sweetie, we have a policy for this”, she assured him. He was puzzled. What did she mean? “You are the first boy, though, to want to dress like a girl at school!” She seemed pleased. “But I don’t!” he insisted. “It’s ok dear, there is no need to hide it. We welcome diversity here. But I will need to contact your mother.”
Eric hoped that his mother would give him a way out but the outcome of the call was that she couldn’t come in to the school until lunchtime. “In the meantime, you’d better run along to your class and make sure you use the girl’s toilets when you need to.” Eric was appalled at the idea of walking into his class in his skirt and tights.
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Another absolutly amazing chapter. Can't wait to see where it goes next
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I think we all wonder what is in store next for Sissy Schoolgirl Eric.
Will the boys just verbally embarrass him or also lift his skirt, snap his bra straps, and pull his braids?
How well will he fare in the girl's bathroom? Since he is programmed to obey all females, will they lend him some of their makeup and tell him to put it on?
How will it go at lunchtime when Eric's mother arrives? During the morning was she getting some of the girl students' old clothing from their mothers so Eric would be in girls clothing all the time? Would she make sure that outside of school Eric would always be wearing a stuffed bra, frilly panties, and seamed stockings which need to be checked and straightened often held up by suspenders attached to a corset or girdle under petticoats and skirts which were barely long enough to cover up the stocking tops under the calmest conditions?
It looks like lots of embarrassing situations for Eric are ready to happen.
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Two stories at once, you are truely an amazing talent. Thanks so much for sharing your gift.
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Episode 15
“Come along now”, Mrs Taylor stood and Eric had to follow. She led him down the corridor to his classroom. Eric cringed at the thought of walking in to the room in front of his class in his short skirt and tights. He could feel his pony tails with their ribbons fluttering in the air. He wanted to die but had to obey the Headteacher.
She went into the classroom and Eric obediently followed. There was much laughter and giggling as he stood cringing in his girl’s uniform. “Now I want you all to be kind to Eric”, Mrs Taylor announced to the classroom, “or should that be Erica?” she wondered, looking towards him. “As you know the school has a positive policy towards transgender issues.” The laughter subsided but there was still giggling as Eric walked through the rows of desks to an empty seat. He wanted to clutch his short skirt nervously but decided that that would just make it worse. He tried to look confident. Then he realized that it just looked like he was quite happy in his skirt and tights. He didn’t know what to do!
He was acutely aware of all the others in the class looking around at him and giggling at his pleated plaid skirt or his blue tights or his pony tails and ribbons. He could only wish for the clock to turn faster.
At break he needed the toilet and so went to the girls’ toilet as instructed. There was much giggling there too along with a few “I think you are very brave!”. He didn’t know how to react to that. He hadn’t had any choice in this.
When he was sitting on the toilet he heard someone say “make sure you don’t tuck your skirt into your tights when you are finished!” and much more giggling.
Finally at lunchtime his mother arrived. When he walked into the Headteacher’s office his mother smiled on seeing him in his skirt and tights and ponytails. The Headteacher wasted no time. “I suggest a trial period for the rest of this week to see how he gets on.” Eric looked at her in shock. “Agreed!” his mother responded. “What? No! I don’t want to wear this”, he protested.
He couldn’t explain about Sabrina in front of the Headteacher. “It’s ok dear”, she assured him, “you don’t have to deny it. Everyone could see how much you enjoyed being a girly cheerleader yesterday and your choice of dress for the party afterwards.” “But …”
His mother stood up. “I’ll see you after school dear”, his mother told him. “I’ll get some nice dress for you to wear at home after school”, she continued. Eric didn’t know what to say. A week at school in skirts and tights! He clutched the hem of his short skirt and cringed yet again. But his mother left and he had to finish the day at school dressed as a girl.
Then at home his mother insisted that he change into a sky blue dress and white tights. She tied matching ribbons on his pony tails. He settled down to study for a test he had on Friday.
“Why don’t you go out and get some fresh air”, she advised him after an hour or so. “No thanks”, he muttered, shifting uneasily in his dress. There was no way he was going out dressed like this.
So he continued at school for the week in his plaid skirt and tights. His mother had a new dress for him at home each evening. He just stayed indoors and studied for his test and away from the inevitable ridicule he would get out and about for being dressed as a girl.
On Friday after school his mother met with the Headteacher as agreed. “I have to say these are his best test results yet!” she told his mother who was impressed. “Clearly he is much happier in his girl’s clothes.” “No!” he protested. He wanted to explain that it was probably just because he had studied more because he didn’t want to go out in sissy dresses and tights. “He’s been much better behaved at home too. It clearly suits him.”
“So we’ll extend the trial to the end of this term?” “Absolutely!” “What? Please no!” But they just ignored him and his mother left the room and he had to follow her, continuing to plead his case as he clutched his skirt nervously. Three more months attending school in a girl’s uniform!
And it was worse than that. His mother now decided that he needed a proper girly make-over since he was going to spend months in skirts and dresses. The following day without warning she brought him to a beauty parlour where he was shaved, waxed, plucked and permed and left wearing a full skirted floral dress, white stockings and suspenders and high heeled sandals. His face was fully made up with foundation, blush, eye-shadow and lipstick. His finger and toe nails were painted red, clip-on earrings dangled from his lobes and bracelets jangled on his wrists.
He scampered after his mother clutching a white shoulder bag, struggling to keep up in his heels. She brought him to a department store where she chose lots of lacey panties, pretty tights and stockings, slips and petticoats and made him go to the counter to purchase them. He cringed as he tottered home in his heels clutching bags full of the frillies he would be wearing over the coming months.
At home that evening she caught him about to step into a pair of his trousers. “Stop that!” “Please Mum! Just for a few minutes”, he begged. She snatched the trousers away from him and he sighed with frustration. She made him move all his boy’s clothes into the spare bedroom and then locked the door. Eric stood in his dress and heels looking sadly at the locked door.
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Oh dear poor little sissy Erica now locked into wearing pretty skirts, dresses, makeup and jewellery for at least a few more months.
Plenty of time for Sabrina to see her again.
I also wonder what other "female experiences" little Erica will have to face next.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for another great episode.
Now Sissy Schoolgirl Eric will be around for at least 3 months. It's pretty likely that wearing the girls uniform with skirt with all the feminine accouterments will result in his highest school grades and best behavior ever. Would one of the motherly rewards be a trip to an ear piercing salon with a collection of girly earrings and an entire summer of full time girlhood?
Eric's mother will most likely require him to learn to do his own hair, makeup, nails, etc.
Are all of Sissy Eric's dresses, etc. really brand new or just new to him, through the generosity of his female classmates and mothers, some of whom are likely expert seamstresses who can adjust the hemline to just barely provide decent coverage with no air currents and only the most gentle movement by the wearer?
Now Sissy Eric will have to go outside in his finery and his mother will be sure that he won't step out the door unless his appearance is at its most feminine.
I mentioned his dresses, etc. coming from classmates because as he encounters them in public, they will probably compliment the way he looks in their former clothing, loud enough to be heard by others.
I'm looking forward to reading of Eric's further journey into the perils of femininity, such as fearing and experiencing his stockings not having the seams straight and getting a run in them, not smearing his makeup, leaving lipstick marks, breaking a carefully manicured nail, breaking the high heel on one shoe, etc.
Don't most schools have a Spring prom or other dance? Will Sissy Eric have a date and be the belle of the ball, dancing every dance "backwards, in heels, and in a divine gown"?
And what will happen with the next encounter with Sabrina? Will she be wearing tomboy clothes to tease him? Will the programming to obey all commands from females and make everyone think that dressing and acting like a girl are what he really wants continue (I'm voting for yes)? Will Sabrina feel that he isn't getting the full impact of being female, so she will give him a fully female body (reversible by her at the urging of Hilda and Zelda), so his bras will start to be filled by his own growing breasts, he will be developing feminine curves appropriate for a girl his age, having his boy parts replaced with a vagina, along of course with visits from Auntie Flow with the accompanying cramps. Will Sabrina be kind enough to give Eric a cute feminine voice and shape his vocabulary to use words that girls use, not icky boys?
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What is his mother's motivation in this? Is it just better behaviour,m. The writer in me is curious.
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Episode 16
Sabrina and her aunts heard about Eric’s consignment to dresses over the phone. Sabrina had completely forgotten about her spell once the amusement of his cheerleading evening was over. It hadn’t occurred to her that it would continue to have a devastating effect on him.
They had to come and see him. Sabrina couldn’t believe it when she saw him mortified in an apricot dress, white stockings and high heels with his hair permed and his full make-up. “Please cancel the spell”, he begged her. She duly waggled her finger.
But the damage had been done. He was still stuck in girl’s clothes for the rest of term unless he could convince his mother and the Headteacher otherwaise. His mother clearly liked this situation and wasn’t going to unlock the spare room and all he had to wear were frilly panties, flouncy dresses and mortifying tights and stockings.
He begged Sabrina to magic it all away. “Oh no!” she refused. “I don’t think my powers extend that far.” She was enjoying this far too much to even try. Eric sighed, clutched his skirt and tottered off in his heels.
He decided that he was going to have to man up! If he just refused to be all girly then maybe they would not be so keen on keeping him in dresses.
The following morning was Sunday. His mother had decided that they were going to church. She had a surprise for him. She had bought him strap-on breastforms to replace his bra stuffed with socks. The boobs were a bit bigger and considerably heavier than his previous tame effort.
Then she took a corset and proceeded to lace it up around his waist to give him a more convincing feminine figure. He had to beg her to stop tightening it when he could barely breathe. She pulled nude seamed stockings up his legs and fastened them to suspender straps attached to his corset.
Then she pulled a lacey camisole over his head and a half slip up over his stockings. Eric squirmed on seeing his reflection in the mirror with his new larger boobs and lacey undies. Then his mother buttoned up a thin white blouse which just about stretched over his boobs. He could see the lacey outline of his camisole through the thin material.
Then she pulled multi-layered petticoats up over his slip and tied them at his slender waist. This was followed by a pink pleated full skirt in a very light material which floated nicely on his petticoats. Next were four-inch heels strapped at the ankle.
Eric tottered around uncomfortably for a few moments. He tried to bend over and adjust his heels but he couldn’t in the tight corset. He would be in the heels until somebody took them off for him and the same went for the corset and its tight strings.
Then they started on his make-up. He was sat in a chair while they worked simultaneously on different tasks. Sabrina glued on long false eye-lashes while his mother rouged his cheeks and applied lipstick. His aunts were gluing long false nails on either side of him.
His make-up done, his mother slipped lacey fingerless gloves on his hands to complement his nail extensions. Dangling ear-rings were clipped on, necklaces, rings, bracelets and anklets all added and a clutch purse thrust into his hands.
As they walked him out the door he realized that there was no possibility to “man up”. The heels forced him to mince along in little girlish steps while the corset kept him in a perfectly erect deportment. His boobs wobbled under his nose with every little step. His skirt fluttered in the breeze and his hands rested on his voluminous petticoats which would need constant attention and adjustment.
He could feel his stockings and suspenders shifting gently with every step he took and the weight of his long false eye-lashes caused him to flutter them endlessly. He clutched his clutch purse in both lacey gloved hands and his nail extensions would force him to be very careful and accurate in touching or picking up anything.
He was the epitome of a helpless female – trussed up and strapped in, painted on, barely able to walk or perform normal everyday tasks. From his mother’s description of their day it was clear that they were not going to be back until late and he was going to be like this for the full day in front of lots of people he knew.
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DaraJaney,
Thank you for another great episode.
Sabrina did remove the obedience spell, but at least for today, will have to most likely voluntarily go along with it because of the very real possibility of further embarrassment if he doesn't.
The long fingernail extensions are a great addition - it should make the inevitable visit to the ladies room quite an adventure.
Are those dangling earrings constructed so that every head movement results in the various metal parts move against each other to produce a gentle jingling sound that's very apparent to the wearer? Are the bracelets and anklets similarly constructed?
The jingling jewelry would be a further addition to all the things Eric is aware of.
Another accessory not specifically mentioned by required with that outfit is a proper hat.
I'm looking forward to the account of the events of the day, which will start with church. I wonder if the service will involve taking communion kneeling at the front of the church, and following service a line greeting the preacher by the open door with a breeze blowing in.
After this day is over, will Eric's mother like the demure demeanor of a corseted Eric and decide that for school, in addition to the newer, larger, more jiggly breast forms, he should always wear the corset and stockings in place of tights?
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Episode 17
First church. The tall structure created all sorts of awkward gusts that had Eric desperately trying to keep his skirt and petticoats under control. There were lots of people gathering outside and Eric couldn’t have attracted more attention if they had strapped a flashing light to his head! The women and girls all gushed over his outfit and make-up and his mother insisted that he thank them all for their compliments as if he were actually pleased! He squirmed and kept clutching his purse like a stress ball.
His mother was quick to describe to everyone how his corset moulded him into a lovely shape and assure ladies that his fluttering petticoats were not going to reveal anything inappropriate as he had a lacey slip under his petticoats to keep his stockings and suspenders from view. He could only blush and clutch his purse even more embarrassedly as they all tittered at the mention of his lacey undies.
Even sitting quietly in church there was no relief. The tight corset kept him in a beautifully erect posture, he continued to flutter his eye-lashes and study his long finger nails resting on his petticoats and wonder how he could pick up a knife and fork or pull his panties down when he needed the toilet.
After church they were invited to Mrs Howard’s house. She had a very girly daughter, Mandy, who had a couple of similarly minded friends. They were all in their best Sunday dresses. They were no sooner in the door than Eric was excitedly brought upstairs to Mandy’s room.
There was lots of girlish giggling as they opened the wardrobe and started rifling through Mandy’s extensive collection of dresses and skirts and blouses. Eric looked on wide-eyed as they removed their dresses and stood around in their underwear holding dresses up facing the mirror, comparing blouses and discussing what he would look good in. He was glad for once to be wearing layers of petticoats that concealed his excitement as he tried not to allow his gaze to linger on the girls’ undies!
Without asking permission they started unbuttoning his blouse and skirt and soon he was clutching his camisole and petticoats nervously as they giggled and poked at his false boobs and marveled at his slim waist in the corset.
Mandy thought his make-up needed touching up so they powdered more blush on and drew on eye-liner, lip liner and even brighter lipstick. Then they zipped him into a dress with a full skirt that floated nicely on his petticoats. They fussed over the seams of his stockings insisting that he tug them this way and that to get them straight. This was impossible for him with his nail extensions so they started tugging at his stockings for him.
He had to excuse himself for the bathroom. He stood by the toilet bowl wondering how on earth he was going to do this! He couldn’t unzip his tight dress and therefore couldn’t undo his petticoats so he had to gather them up as best he could. The long nails made it extremely difficult to gain purchase on the waist band of his panties to pull them down.
He saw his reflection in the mirror, petticoats pinned up under his elbows, his slip tugged up revealing his stockings and suspenders and his panties half way down to his ankles. Pulling them back up was no easier and he spent ages trying to get his seams straight and petticoats smoothed down.
Eric could get used to spending time with girls in their bedrooms in their lacey underwear. He just wished he wasn’t in a corset, petticoats and high heels himself. But their enthusiasm was infectious and they seemed pleased with how he looked, whereas most people sneered at him.
Mandy zipped him into a lovely cream dress and as he looked in the mirror he had to admit that it fitted particularly smoothly over his corset and petticoats. The girls were very please and he couldn’t help smiling with them as he gave a little twirl. Then he saw his mother standing inside the door. She had seen him admiring his dress in the mirror and twirling, seemingly pleased.
He was mortified. So much for manning up! “I think he really loves that dress!” she commented. Mandy excitedly said “oh he’s very welcome to wear it!” The girls all giggled. His mother admired his new make-up. “Do thank Mandy”, she told him. He cringed inwardly but had to say “thank you for the dress Mandy” as his mother tugged him from the room. “We must show the others your favourite new dress!”
He could see that his Sundays were going to be spent in corsets, petticoats, suspenders and high heels and there was now zero chance of convincing his mother to let him back into trousers again.
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Another great episode - thank you DaraJaney.
The church service was embarrassing for Eric as well as being a dress-up and makeup doll for Mandy and her friends.
There is still the task of eating the Sunday meal handling the utensils with the unfamiliar fingernail extensions.
What humiliation and embarrassment are next for Eric?
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Episode 18
For Eric’s Mum’s birthday they all went to her favourite restaurant to celebrate. Eric was very fidgety all evening. He still hadn’t got used to his tight corset, taut suspenders and high heels and was uncomfortable and irritable.
A lady started breastfeeding her baby at the next table. Most of them barely noticed but Eric started tutting. His mother was cross with him. “It’s perfectly natural”, she told him. “It’s not right”, he insisted, “it’s ruining our meal”. “Now don’t make a scene”, Zelda whispered as she became aware that people were noticing.
“Do you have a problem?” the lady’s husband asked out loud. Silence descended on the restaurant. “No of course not!” Eric’s Mum assured them, giving him a dirty look. But the Maitre D’ was already coming over. “Is everything alright?”
“These people seem to have a problem with my wife breastfeeding”, the man persisted. “Really? Then we will have to ask you to leave”, the Maitre D’ told Eric’s stunned table. “We support breast feeding so if you are disturbing our guests you have to leave please!”
They were mortified having to leave the restaurant. Families at nearby tables nudged each other and gave them dirty looks. Eric realised that he was in trouble but nothing much was said that night.
The next morning his mother and Sabrina burst in to his bedroom while he was still dozing. He got out of bed in just his panties. Sabrina wiggled a finger in his direction. His panties were replaced by a thick cotton nappy with plastic pants over it. “Hey!” He tried to pull at his nappy but his hands were no more agile than a baby’s.
“What the …..nnmmppphhh!” His mouth was stopped up by a large soother. He started suc-king on it. “Hhhmmpphh!” His mother faced him. “You my dear are about to gain a better appreciation of breast feeding.” He gave her a puzzled look. Sabrina did her thing again. A woman appeared beside Eric and he jumped in surprise. She was wearing something like a nurse’s uniform or maybe a nanny’s uniform. She was very buxom.
“Meet your wet nurse!” “NNnggghhh!” “You will be breastfed all this week”, his mother told him. He whimpered through his soother but couldn’t spit it out. “And then next Saturday evening you will be breastfed in the restaurant.” “NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Eric couldn’t help but look warily at his wet nurse’s large breasts. His little member started to stir. Sabrina’s finger also stirred. Eric cringed. He could feel that his boy’s parts were now enclosed in something very snug and hard. He couldn’t get any larger and couldn’t feel any arousal despite imaging himself suc-king on the nurse’s tit.
“Remember his lovely baby dresses Sabrina?” his mother asked. Sabrina smiled and did her thing. “Nnngggghh!” Eric was wearing a pink baby dress over lots of petticoats and a matching bonnet. He looked in the mirror to see once again that his baby dress did not hide his nappy or the very frilly nappy cover. His legs were in white tights and he wore pink knitted booties.
Sabrina looked around his room. She considered his desktop computer with all his computer games strewn around. “Nnngggghhhh!” It was replaced in a flash with a large play-pen with lots of rattles, blocks and dolls. High wooden bars appeared around his bed topped with a pink canopy and with a rotating carousel of animals. One final flourish replaced the wallpaper with a cute nursery toy pattern.
“Now for your first feed!” his mother announced. “Nnnggghhh!” His wet nurse unbuttoned her tunic. She took his hand and brought him over to a chair that she sat on. He wanted to resist but was clearly well programmed by Sabrina. He sat on her knee as she pulled her tunic down to reveal her bra. He continued whimpering as she made him lie back and removed the nipple pads from her bra. “Hhhhhmmmppphhh!” And then he was silenced as her nipple filled his mouth and he started suc-kling.
His mother and Sabrina watched on smiling. His wet nurse shuffled him a little until they found the most comfortable position as he continued to feed. “I hope you like that because that is the only sustenance you’ll be getting this week. Eric whimpered briefly but continued suc-kling. They left to get their own breakfast.
When they returned Eric was suc-kling from the other breast. He couldn’t stop himself until his wet nurse finally said “that will do for now baby”. She replaced her nipple with his large soother and he continued to suc-k.
She led him to his play-pen and pushed him. She closed the side bars and Eric flopped down on his thickly nappied bottom. He didn’t want to play with any of these baby toys but found himself picking up a rattle and shaking it. He looked up through the lace trim of his bonnet at the smiling faces looking down on him.
It wasn’t long before he had a wet nappy. His nurse was bringing him to the changing table when Sabrina said “no let me!” Eric cringed. He was soon able to see the hard plastic chastity device that encased his tackle and prevented him from getting aroused while being breast fed. He followed all of Sabrina’s instructions to turn over, raise his botty etc and waited patiently as she wiped and powdered his bottom.
They put him in a high chair so that he could look on as they had their meals. He looked enviously at their roast chicken even thought he had a full belly of breast milk. He needed to be breast fed at intervals during the night. His wet nurse smiled as she saw him clutching the bars of his cot seemingly eager for his feed.
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DaraJaney, that was another great episode.
When will Eric learn when to keep his opinions to himself?
An entire week of being a breast fed only baby in diapers and baby dresses, plus a trip back to the scene of the crime on a peak evening is probably the most humiliation and embarrassment he will have faced so far. At the restaurant, will the offended woman, husband, and baby be guests? Will baby Eric have to apologize to her, and will she be the one to offer her breast to Eric? Will Eric's crowning humiliation be at the end of adults' dessert at the diner, loudly pooping in his available diaper and have to wear it all the way home, sitting in his mess with his diaper so saturated that there is a little pee sloshing around in his plastic pants (a classic DaraJaney device in her classic stories)?
Will Eric's mother decide to keep the chastity device in place to ensure proper behavior?
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And so came the dreaded Sunday. Eric stood in his pink baby dress as they strapped him into a pink leather harness. He had hoped that they were not serious but he suc-ked harder on his soother as he was pushed out the door and out in public in his baby dress and nappy for the first time.
All the chatter stopped in the restaurant as Eric was led in on his harness. “Oh my goodness he’s actually wearing a nappy!” He tried to push his petticoats down but it was pointless, the bulge over his thick cotton nappy was obvious. “Such a cute bonnet!” “He must be roasting in those thick tights!” Sabrina followed behind him with his changing bag slung over her shoulder. “Oh my god! He must be actually using nappies!!!”
They had brought his high chair so he could be strapped in in clear view of everyone in the middle of the restaurant. The family that he had offended the previous week took their table all looking very satisfied with his humiliation.
They had their starters and Eric shook his rattle in his high chair, acutely conscious of his wet nurse sitting beside him. Then they decided it was time. Eric cringed as he was let out of his high chair. His nurse moved her chair over beside the mother who was starting to breastfeed her child. Eric sat on his nurse’s knee and lay back. She removed her bra pad and he started suc-kling.
There was tittering around the restaurant. Eric tried to hide behind the brim of his bonnet but his nurse pushed it back so that everyone could see him suc-kle. He whimpered as cameras flashed. It seemed to last for ever. He switched breasts and cringed as his poor member struggled desperately in its cage.
Finally he was restored to his high chair and the show was over although he was still clearly displayed to the whole restaurant. His mother recognised by now the signs of a wet nappy. He frowned as he wriggled uncomfortably in his high chair. “Has baby got a wet nappy?” Eric didn’t want to acknowledge it but couldn’t deny it.
His mother reached for his changing bag. Two girls from the other family got up. “Oh can we change him?” “NNnggggghhhh!” “Of course dears. That’s very kind of you. Who wants to carry his changing bag?” “Me!” “Me!”
So the girls led Eric across the crowded restaurant. People saw his changing bag and realised that he actually had wet or soiled his nappy tight there and clearly needed to have it changed. He waddled along red-faced among a lot of giggling.
The next morning Eric was let out of his cot. “I hope you have learned a lesson”, his mother berated him. He nodded suitably remorsefully still suc-king on his soother.
“I suppose I’d better change him back”, Sarbina said. He looked up hopefully. “Do we have to?” his mother asked. “hhhmmmppphhh!” he begged. “Well”, Sabrina considered. “How about this?” She smiled down on Eric. “I’ll change you back just as soon as you ask me to.” “Hhhmmppphhh?” “Nnngggh pphhhmm nnngggg!” “What’s that?” Sabrina teased. “Sorry but I can’t understand baby talk.” His mother giggled.
“How long does it take babies to learn to make sentences?” Sabrina asked her. His mother warmed to the idea. “Two to three years I think.” “Hhhhmmppphh?” “And I think our baby is about one year old, do you think?” “That’d be about right.” “Nnnnggghhhh!”
“Of course it depends how well they are encouraged”, his mother continued. “And I hear that they develop more quickly if they are among other babies at the same stage in the right environment.” Eric looked at them bemused. “There are a couple of creches on this block. Let’s check them out.” “Nnnnggggghhhh!”
But Eric was dressed in a short lilac baby dress with matching bonnet and nappy cover as well as white tights and booties. He whimpered and blubbered as they put his pink leather harness on.
They entered the first crèche. A lady came towards them with eyebrows firmly raised but trying to maintain her composure. “So who have we here?” Eric cringed. “Baby Eric here is a bit of a slow developer as you can see.” Eric studied the carpet. “Did you say Baby Eric?” the lady asked amusedly. “That’s ok we totally support diversity here. Baby Eric can dress as he likes regardless of his age and gender”, she assured him , smiling at the rows of frills on his nappy cover. Eric sighed heavily. He had hoped that the lady would be scandalised at the idea of having a teenage boy in baby dresses and nappies in her crèche.
She showed them around. The babies were in groups of five, each with a minder. “All of our minders are trained in educational psychology and we bring our little ones on much quicker than others in terms of speaking.” Eric was mortified at the idea of being put in a crèche with one year old babies.
His outfit and size were attracting attention and much giggling. The only thing was that the young lady minders all appeared to be quite pretty, perky and polite. They smiled at Eric in his baby dress and nappy cover. But when he thought about them he was quickly reminded of his chastity device and that he could get no arousal. Comments like “That is a pretty bonnet!” “Oh Baby Eric must be in old-style cotton nappies!” somewhat deflated him.
“And what is the charge?” his mother asked. The lady handed her a brochure. Eric couldn’t believe that his mother appeared to be seriously considering putting him in the crèche! “The daily charges are on the back.” “Oh!” his mother exclaimed. “My goodness, I couldn’t afford that.” “We can’t put a price on our baby’s development”, the lady reasoned. But there was really no question of his mother affording it. Eric was more than a little relieved as he waddled out.
“There is another cheaper crèche on the next street but the facilities are pretty basic”, the lady explained as she saw them off. His mother thanked her. At the gate Eric turned for home but Sabrina tugged on his harness and steered him firmly towards the other crèche. Eric desperately hoped that it wouldn’t be suitable either.
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At the restaurant, Eric would probably preferred the wet nappy to being changed by the 2 girls from the family he offended the week before, but then he didn't have any choice.
I wonder how long Eric will remain a baby this time, until he will learn to speak again well enough to ask to be changed back, most likely graduating into girlhood, having to wear old fashioned prissy dresses with layers of petticoats, cute lace trimmed panties, and all the other trimmings?
DaraJaney, please keep up the excellent writing.
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Episode 20
Once again at the second crèche they were told that there was no problem having a teenage boy in a baby dress and nappy. This crèche was equally diversity-friendly. Eric inwardly cursed this new liberalism.
There must have been over twenty babies in each room in this crèche. In each room a young teenage girl sat on a high stool gazing at her phone. They perked up a little when they saw the visitors and tried to give the impression of being interested and caring for the babies but it was clearly rather half-hearted and Eric could see that their attention quickly returned to their phone as soon as they thought nobody was looking.
“We provide more affordable care”, the lady in charge explained. “Of course we can’t give as much personal attention as the other more expensive crèche but we find that our babies can usually talk pretty well by the time they go for primary school. Eric let out a little whimper. The babies were all playing quietly with rattles, blocks and cuddly toys.
“Can we book him in then?” his mother asked. “Hhhmmpppffff!” “Certainly”, the lady said making a note in her little book. “I’ll need to leave him here from 8am to 6pm, Monday to Friday.” “Hhhhmmppfff!” “Mummy has to work dear!” Eric couldn’t believe this was happening.
The lady took his arm. “I think there’s a space for you here”, she told him picking her way through the babies to a small empty spot with a rattle and dolly on the floor. “Sit down there sweetie”. Eric whimpered but did as he was told. “He understands quite well”, the lady observed. “Oh he understands everything!” his mother agreed. “It’s his speech that is the problem.” Eric whimpered. “Oh well there’s no need to rush things is there?” the lady smiled as she pushed a rattle into his hand and a dolly under his free arm. “There!”
Eric looked pleadingly up at his mother through the lace trim of his bonnet. She waved back happily and Sabrina smiled back. Eric blubbered. “He’ll be fine once you are gone”, the lady assured them. “He’ll be playing happily with his dolly soon.”
“Bye bye sweetie!” his mother waved. Sabrina waved too. “Sabrina will be back at Christmas”, she told him. “Hhhhmmpppffff?!” Sabrina, who was the only one who could turn him back, wouldn’t be around for another three months! He whimpered desperately and waved his hand in protest but they just saw and heard him shake his rattle. They smiled and waved back. “Cheerio!”
He was facing three months of ten hours, five days a week in this boring crèche! They left. He wet his nappy in shock. He was sure that his mother recognised the look on his face but left it to the crèche to change him.
Eric looked around at the twenty plus other babies – he shook himself – they were not OTHER babies. He wasn’t a baby. He looked down at his pink dress and petticoats, his legs in white tights spread out by his thick soggy nappy. He suc-ked on his soother. It was going to be hard to remember that he wasn’t a real baby.
The girl had gone back to studying her phone perched on her stool in a very short mini skirt. Eric sighed. All he had to play with was a rattle and dolly. He looked around at the other toys. There were letter blocks but the babies had them sideways and upside down with clearly no understanding of them.
He had an idea! Maybe if he got four letter blocs to spell out the word “HELP” the girl might do something to get him out of this horror. It would show her that he didn’t really have the mind of a baby.
One of the baby girls next to him had a letter block. He could see it included the letter L even though she had it upside down. He reached over and took it. She burst out crying! “Hey!” the minder called out. “Give that back!” Eric looked wounded but she had an angry face. Very reluctantly he gave the block back to the baby girl who stopped crying and banged the block on the carpet pointlessly a few times.
The teenage girl sighed and got down off her stool, clearly annoyed at being distracted from her phone. Eric saw a flash of her red panties as she did so. She tugged her short skirt down and carefully stepped over to him in her high heels. She towered over him.
From his low vantage point he could see up her skirt. He tried to look elsewhere as his little member tried and failed yet again to react. “You!” He looked up and saw her cross face over the mounds of her ample breasts. “You may think you are a special baby in your frilly dress and bonnet!” He didn’t. “But to me you are just a pathetic sissy.” Eric suc-ked glumly on his soother. “Now play quietly with your own rattle and dolly.” Eric looked down guiltily. She waited. “I’ll obviously have to watch you closely!” He shook his rattle and hugged his dolly. She picked her way back to her stool.
It wasn’t hard for her to watch him closely since he stuck out like a sore thumb. So much bigger and the only one in a big frilly dress with petticoats and a bonnet. She continued to watch him once she had climbed back on her perch and tugged her skirt down.
He continued to shake his rattle and hug his dolly but he looked enviously at the baby girl with the letter block who was now checking would it fit in her mouth. Eventually the teenage girl returned to her internet surfing.
Eric whimpered to himself. He looked at the babies all around him playing quietly with their toys. He looked over at the disinterested teenage minder. He had no idea what time it was but it was going to be a long day. A long week. A long three months. His wet nappy was going cold. He was too scared to make his wet nappy known to the minder. She was angry enough with him as it was.
He thought of the last scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark – one of his favourite movies. The ark is nailed into a crate and pushed away on a trolly by a disinterested porter and as the camera pulls back we see a warehouse full of more and more identical crates and it is clear that it will be forgotten and uncared for.
The camera pulls back from Eric. We see a roomful of babies quietly playing with their toys. He does initially stick out like a sore thumb in his pink frilly dress and bonnet but as the camera pulls back further he just blends into the other babies. The teenage minder taps away tediously at her phone. The credits roll.
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Chilling. I love this whole setup with having him have to relearn how to talk. This is the sort of thing throwing in magic can do to really take things to the next level, but you are doing a good job with not overdoing it on the magic part and still keeping it grounded in enough realism to suspend disbelief.
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Love your story and am really enjoying sissy baby Eric now being forced to go to the crèche every day while mommy is at work.
Wouldn't it be interesting and humiliating for him if either an ex girlfriend he dumped or a boy he was mean to got a job at his new crèche.
I bet baby would really wet his nappy in shame being seen as he now is.
Or maybe mommy could put him in old fashioned terry nappies and frilly rubber panties to shame him.
I love your story and check each day to see if we have been lucky enough to get an update. :)
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Thank you, DaraJaney, for an excellent story.
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Episode 21
When Sabrina returned at Christmas she found Eric in his play-pen in a cerise baby-dress somewhat disconsolately shaking his rattle. When he saw her he perked up a little. He thought that if he was good maybe she would consider changing him back. She smiled at his angelic face framed by the lace of his cerise bonnet.
“Oh he looks quite content!” Eric cringed at the idea of him being content being kept in nappies and baby dresses but tried to suppress it. He had to be nice to Sabrina.
“Yes it’s been a wonderful three months”, his mother agreed. “He is very popular at the crèche. I think all the mothers are very jealous. They would secretly love to dress their daughters in flouncy dresses and bonnets but they dare not these days but they love to see Eric in his pretty outfits. They are also fascinated that I have him in cotton nappies and not disposables. They’re always asking questions about it – does he ever get nappy rash? Well of course he does but I think it’s a small price to pay for saving the environment.”
“There’s no shortage of girls wanting to babysit him – mostly from his former class in school.” His Aunt Zelda frowned. “Does he not get rather”, she chose her words carefully, “excited by that?” “Well he would of course”, his mother explained, “but I still have that cute little device locked on his boy parts that stops him ever getting aroused. I understand that the girls have really tried to get it off but have been frustrated.” They all sniggered. The girls weren’t the only ones who were frustrated. Eric suc-ked harder on his soother.
He recalled so many occasions lying back holding up his dress and petticoats, looking at the ceiling through the lace trim of his bonnet, while several girls gathered around his private parts, wiping him, powdering him, tugging at his chastity and giggling before finally allowing him the relief of being pinned in a nice warm fluffy nappy.
“And the restaurant has been marvellous”, his mother continued. “We eat there every Sunday and they have a special high-chair for Eric and always give us a very prominent table. The waitresses love looking after him too and insist on giving him his bottle and spoon-feeding him. They even take him off to the baby-changing room to change his nappy for me.”
The home economics class in his school even made that gorgeous cerise baby dress for him. “Crawl along there sweetie so that they can see the matching nappy cover.” Eric did as he was told and crawled across the play-pen and they all swooned at the lace patterns on his nappy cover. They’re having a fashion show tomorrow night and Eric will be modelling his baby outfit for them!”
“Sounds like everything is going swimmingly!” Sabrina observed. Eric suc-ked disconsolately on his soother. Everyone loved him being in nappies and baby dresses. There seemed little chance that he was going to be reprieved.
“But maybe you’ve had enough?” Sabrina looked down on him sympathetically. Eric looked up hopefully. “Maybe it’s time you went back to school and your school friends.” The thought of having to go back into his school class with all the girls having seen him being treated just like a real baby, changing his nappy and bottle feeding him, was horrific! And the boys would be even worse!
Eric shook his head desperately. “No?” Sabrina was surprised at how upset Eric appeared to be at the idea. “It’s ok sweetie. You can stay the way you are then”, she assured him. What? No! Eric definitely didn’t want that! But Sabrina had walked away satisfied that Eric wanted to stay as a baby. He climbed to his feet and grabbed the side bars of his pen. “Nnnngggghhhh!” But Sabrina was gone.
His mother was there and had seen the exchange. “I must contact Mrs. Davis. She has offered to make him a new baby dress. She found an old 50s pattern with gorgeous matching bonnet and frilly bloomers! I told her to hold off as I wasn’t sure if he was staying in nappies. But I must tell her to go ahead now. You’ll get lots of wear from it!” She smiled at him. “Nnnnghhhhhh!” Eric shook the bars of his play-pen and blubbered. But his mother went off to phone Mrs Davis.
END OF SEASON 1. WILL THE NETWORK RENEW IT FOR ANOTHER SEASON OR WILL IT BE CANCELLED?
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END OF SEASON 1. WILL THE NETWORK RENEW IT FOR ANOTHER SEASON OR WILL IT BE CANCELLED?
Six seasons and a movie!
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Please, PLEASE make season 2, baby Eric deserves it.:)
With Christmas coming up sissy baby Eric has so much to look forward to. Santa will be coming to him if he is a good sissy.
Maybe Mommy and his aunts could take him to see Santa at a store before Christmas. He could sit on Santa's knee. ( Giggles )
Or go watch a nativity play in a pretty dress and his nappies and rubbers of course.
I hope to read more of baby Eric's exploits soon.
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I want more your Magic Sissy Story.
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Enjoyed I also would like more story with eric :)