Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: Andlat on April 29, 2019, 09:52:41 PM
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“Alright, Danielle.” Her mom said, stepping into her daughter's room. “I'm off to work. Are you absolutely sure you can handle him?”
“C'mon, mom.” Dani said with a smile. “I'm thirteen years old. I think I can handle my twin brother. All he does is sit there and play video games anyway.”
“Alright,” she said with a sigh that seemed almost relieved. She did appreciate her daughter's confidence, but a nagging voice in the back of her head reminded her that Darren could be a handful. “If you need anything, anything, you have my number.”
“I've babysat tons, mom. You know that.”
“Please, please don't let him hear you refer to it as babysitting.” She tried, but failed to keep a smile from her face. “I'm only on these overnights this week, but” she paused. “If this does seem to work, maybe I can consider signing up for them more often. They're very good money. Maybe I could even start paying you. As long as Darren doesn't find out.”
“He still doesn't even know you got me a cell phone, mom.” Dani replied. “Like I said, we'll be fine!”
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“Hey, bro. Can I play?” She asked. Darren hardly looked away from the television, shooting all over the place just to clear one enemy.
“Sure. Can you grab me a drink?” She bit back the urge to remind him to say ‘please’ and smiled.
“Of course.” Dani went to the kitchen, her sweet smile metamorphosing into a devious grin. For the last two weeks, she had been asking Darren to play his favorite video game with her every single day. Every time, she had lost, or so he thought. In secret, she had mastered Soul Contract through YouTube playthroughs and just genuine trial and error. Watching her brother, a middling player at best, win day after day had grown maddening for her, but it would all be worth it. Today was the day that she would put the second phase of her plan in motion to seize control of Darren and show her mom just how in charge she could truly be.
She handed the can to Darren and sat down next to him, grabbing the controller he offered her. She feigned trying to figure out the controls, but for the first time, she did not restraint her reflexes and muscle memory as much as she had the last two weeks. She beat Darren, although only by a thin margin.
Darren stared at the television for a moment in disbelief. He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and begrudging respect. She smiled sweetly and watched as his face hardened into an expression of sheer determination.
“Rematch.”
“Alrighty.” She said cutely. “But, how about we make it interesting?”
“A bet?”
“Yep. Whoever loses has to” she paused and feigned thinking. “Has to do whatever the other one says for the rest of the night.”
“Hmm” Darren said, considering it. He looked at the screen again. Did he dare? Was it just a fluke? She had lost every single game they had played for the last two weeks. How did she get so good? His teenage boy mind could not even comprehend the idea that she would pretend to be bad for that long, just for one night’s fun. Yes, he would certainly win. It was just a fluke, that was all. Dani allowed her devious grin to emerge fully as her brother extended his hand. They shook and the deal was made.
A bit annoyed by Darren’s insistence on a rematch, even though she had anticipated it, Dani did not hold back in the slightest. By the end of the mercilessly short game, her score was nearly double his. She looked over at his crestfallen face.
“Sorry, bro. Guess I got lucky again.” He knew that that was not the case. His sister, somehow, was better than him, and significantly, unarguably so. As he sat there numbly, Dani turned the game system off and smiled. “Alright, so” she paused, doing everything in her power to keep her voice level and casual. “I guess that means you’re going to do everything I say for the night, hmm?” He simply grunted in response. “Let’s start with a bath.”
“A bath?”
“Yep, not a shower. A bath.”
“Why?”
“Well, I live with you and I know for a fact you haven’t showered in about three days, so I think a bath is a good change of pace.” He slowly got off the couch and Dani, feeling a bit daring, smacked his butt like her mom had done to them when they were younger. “Go. I expect you to be freshly bathed and in your room for my next task ASAP.” He shuffled toward the bathroom and she frowned. “Get the lead out or I'll up the ante and make it a bubble bath!”
While Darren was in the bathroom, Dani kept herself busy preparing everything for their evening, although she made sure to stop at the bathroom door every few minutes and press her ear to listen to Darren.
“Almost done?” She asked, rapping at the door.
“Don’t come in!” Was all he replied with. She smiled and walked away. A few minutes later, however, she returned to the bathroom and opened the door without knocking. Darren, still in the tub, yelped and yelled in embarrassment at her.
“I’m just here to get your dirty clothes.” She said, scooping up his t-shirt, jeans, and boxers. “Mom wants laundry done tonight.” He had no way of knowing that she would not be the one doing it. She looked at him for a moment before adding “be in your room in five minutes or I’ll come finish your bath for you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I’ve given Cayden Denborough baths before. Your body’s exactly the same as his, I’m sure.” She smiled as she left the bathroom, wondering if it would dawn on him that she had just implied he was only as developed as a toddler.
She stood in his bedroom by the time the five minutes had elapsed and she wondered for a moment if he would call her bluff and not appear. She could not hide her surprised delight when he came shuffling in, a tan towel wrapped around his waist. He barely looked at her, his eyes focusing solely on the outfit on his bed. A little girl’s dress, panties, socks, and even a pair of shiny Mary Janes.
“I” he stammered. “You” He looked at Dani for the first time. “Like a girl?”
“Yep.” She said with a smile. “You’re going to look so pretty, I bet.”
“No way. There’s no way. I want another rematch.”
“As much fun as it would be to demolish you again” Dani said smugly. “We don’t have time.” She stepped behind him and pushed him toward his bed. “You do have a choice though.”
“I do?”
“You can either put the dress and panties on or I can tell everyone all about how you still wear tighty whities.”
“I don’t though.” The confusion was evident in his voice and Dani smiled.
“Check your underwear drawer.” He did and his eyes widened. Dani had taken out all of his boxers and boxer briefs, replacing them with multiple packages of fresh, pristinely white briefs.
“Where?” Was all Darren managed to say, glaring daggers at her.
“I’ve hidden them. It’s just a little extra insurance to get you to cooperate.” She said. “If you behave, you’ll get them back at the end of the night.” That was a lie. She had not taken any chances, shredding each and every pair and taking them out to the green garbage can at the end of the driveway to ensure that they would be picked up in the morning. Darren did not know it, but he was back to the white briefs of his childhood.
“Promise?” She knew she would need to dodge the question.
“The longer you delay getting dressed, the less likely I’ll give you your boxers back.” She said simply. She looked at the outfit she had carefully laid out on his bed. “Get dressed and come downstairs.” She said.
Dani sat in the living room, playing Soul Contract when Darren sheepishly came downstairs nearly fifteen minutes later. She could not help but admit that the shiny pink frock with lots of white lace suited him in a strange way. His skirt was too short to completely cover the frilly panties and he looked like the very picture of a shy little girl as he tugged on it, willing it to get longer. Dani smiled, letting him stand there for a moment while she kept playing, hoping that he had noticed how quickly their roles had reversed. He was the girl now and she was the boy, playing violent video games in a t-shirt and pants.
“Go ahead and give me a twirl.” She said after a bit. Darren complied and she stood up from the couch. “Alright. Now that you’re dressed properly. It’s time to give my little sister her chores.”
“Little sister?”
“You’re hardly my twin brother anymore.” She said, looking him up and down. “Maybe you didn’t see your reflection, but you look like a six year old girl now.” Darren’s face could not have gotten any redder. “You can start by tidying the kitchen. Dishes, wiping down the counters, all that.”
“But”
“Oh, come on. It’s easy work, Dar” she stopped. “Darren’s my twin brother’s name. What’s your name, little sis?”
“I, I dunno.” Darren mumbled. She tsked and shook her head.
“By the time you’re done tidying up the kitchen, I expect you to tell me your name, little sis, or I’ll have to come up with it myself.”
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Cute start Andlat I'd like to hear more about the dress? A favorite topic of mine :)
Hugs
Mary Beth
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Great start. Glad that you're back with twins. Darren seems a little too gullible to be real regardless of his boyish arrogance in not believing he could be beat. Also, that she could command him to do anything is a bit much.
Also, won't Mom but upset that Dani threw out all Darren's boxers and boxer briefs? Then again, Darren's clearly getting the short shrift considering their mother got Dani a cell phone and not Darren. Apparently favoritism runs heavy in that house. He should retaliate by tossing all her underwear. Maybe hang them from trees around school with her name written on them. :P Of course he'll get in trouble but with the one-sided approach Mom takes, he's doomed anyway so why not make the best of it. 8)
Finally, I hope this story doesn't spell the death knell for "Secluded Cabin Sissy".
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Perhaps Darren has always wanted to wear girls clothes and maybe even be a girl and that's why he has taken so easily to dressing :-*
Luv Jeangurl
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So glad to see new work from you, Andlat, though I too hope the appearance of this story does not mean that "Secluded Cabin Sissy" is done.
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To answer the question I entirely anticipated, yes, Secluded Cabin Sissy is still happening. I just had a light, silly idea and I could not help but write it out. I promise that I'm still working on Jack's summer adventures though. :)
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Interesting i like to see where this leads
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Danielle delighted in flopping down on the couch to play video games while hearing the clink of dishes in the kitchen. There had been countless occasions where she had done the lion's share of the chores while Darren played video games and it felt just for the tables to be turned like this.
When Darren came back into the living room, she looked at him at once, smiling. Darren, however, looked downright miserable, tugging even now at the skirt of his dress in a vain attempt to hide his frilly panties.
“Something wrong?” She asked cheekily. He did not answer. “Don’t you feel pretty in your new dress?” Unsure of how to respond, he simply muttered something under his breath. “Maybe you’d like me to do your hair?” Darren squirmed a bit. The terms of the bet were that he only had to do what she said. There was nothing about inviting more torment.
“No” he whispered before clearing his throat. “No thanks.” Danielle reveled in his abrupt meekness. Darren might never learn it, but Danielle had been inspired to put him in a dress by April Kent, the older sister of one of Darren's friends, Max. As April had delighted in telling Danielle, Max had spent the last four Friday evenings following along with a series of DVDs aimed at teaching young girls ballet. Even in a pink leotard, tights, and a tutu, Max had been defiant from what April had told her, so Danielle was a bit taken aback by how dramatic of a transformation Darren had gone through in the last hour.
“Is the kitchen all set?” She asked. Darren nodded. “You know, Darren, just because you're in a dress doesn't mean your voice doesn't work.” She snapped her fingers. “Since you've got to do whatever I say, for the rest of the night, you need to answer all of my questions with complete sentences. Understand?”
“Yes, uh, Dani.” Darren said. She smiled and nodded approvingly.
“Is the kitchen all set?”
“Yes, Dani.”
“Let's go check, just to be sure.” She said. She figured that, unless it was ridiculously subpar, she had too many chores for him to do to have him spend all evening cleaning the kitchen. “Oh, but real quick.” She turned him around so that his back was to her and she zipped the dress up. She could not help but giggle as he gasped, the bodice of the dress tightening around him. “Can't believe you went that long unzipped, Darren!” She exclaimed. “Now you're really sealed in.” She smiled as Darren reached behind him, only able to brush the zipper with the tips of his fingers. He realized that he would be stuck in the dress until Dani released him.
Darren yelped as Dani seized an opportunity and yanked his skirt up, exposing his panties fully.
“I see Darren's panties!” She teased in sing-song, smirking as he fussily pushed his skirt back down. “Sorry, it's one of those things boys always do to girls, so I figured I'd return the favor.”
“I never did that.”
“Well, I so rarely wore dresses.” Dani replied matter-of-factly. “Let's go inspect your handiwork in the kitchen, hmm?”
Perhaps inspired by fear of being forced into something even worse, Darren had done an actually decent job in the kitchen and Dani allowed him to see how impressed she was. “Not bad, little” she paused. “Little sister doesn't sound right. You're not a girl, are you?”
“No" He said, his relief apparent on his face.
“But you're dressed like a six year old girl, so you can't really be my twin brother.” She thought out loud. “Ah ha! I think we'll go with my little princess. How's that sound?”
“Um… isn't there something else we could go with?”
“I think princess works.” Dani replied with a smirk. “Now, enough dilly-dallying. You've got laundry to do.”
“I do?” Dani nodded and, taking his hand, lead him toward the laundry room.
“We’ll make it easy and have you start with just your own.” She said. “Next time, you’ll do mine and mom’s too.” She giggled as his cheeks turned pink at that. “She and I have done your laundry a lot. It’s about time you return the favor.” She opened the washing machine for him. “First things first, put your clothes in here. I brought them downstairs for you, but I won’t do that next time.”
“Next time?”
“Yep. I’m going to bring it up to mom, but I think it’d be good for you to become the official laundry boy of the family.” She saw his face and added “obviously the title will need some work.” She turned to leave him to his task. “Come find me in the living room once you've got the washer going.”
Returning to the couch, she started yet another game of Soul Contract. Now that her secret was out, she delighted in playing the game and knocking another one of Darren's high scores from the list.
“Laundry going, princess?” She asked, typing her name into the #2 spot when Darren came shuffling into the room.
“Yes.” He muttered through somewhat gritted teeth. “Can I play my game now?” She smiled at him and pointed to the high scores. The highest his name appeared now was fifth.
“I've been thinking, Darren.” She said, seeing his eyes almost well up with tears. “Since you're not the best at Soul Contract, maybe we should find you something else to play.” She nodded to a pink plastic tub she had gotten out when he had been cleaning the kitchen. Darren opened it and groaned to see a doll in the bin. She grinned. “Since I'm better than you at a boy game.” Her voice made it very clear that she thought it was ridiculous to even think of video games as a boy thing. “I figured you'll be better than me at dolls.”
“What do I do?” He asked.
“Play with her. Brush her hair, feed her her bottle. It's all in the bin there for you, Darren. There's even a few different dresses. Make sure she tries on each one and decide which is best for her.” Darren stood up to sit on the couch, but Dani had other ideas. “It'll probably be easier to sit on the floor.”
“How long do I have to do this?”
“At least until you're done with the laundry.” Dani said. “But if you do get bored, I can teach you other alternatives to video games. We can go outside and you can jump rope or play hopscotch.” She grinned. “We could even try to find the old baby carriage I had for my dolls and we could go for a walk around the block. I believe it's in the garage somewhere.”
She caught Darren staring at the television as she played his game a few times, but she quietly reminded him to play with his doll each time. Remembering one of her goals for the night, she surreptitiously snuck a few photos of Darren brushing his doll’s hair, careful to keep her cell phone a secret from her brother.
Smiling fondly, she looked at him. Darren was always the first to mention that he had been born fifteen minutes before Danielle, but for as long as she could remember, she had always thought of Darren as her little brother. She also suspected that their mom thought of him as younger than her. Looking at him now, she knew that there was no way he would ever be anything but her younger sibling. Even after he returned to boy clothes, she had taken away his mature underwear and she had resolved that baths would replace showers for him. If she could come up with a way to make it clear that she was only doing it because he was too little to bathe himself, she planned to start giving him his baths, just like she had done with little Cayden Denborough. Perhaps bath toys? She liked the idea of Darren having to play with mermaid Barbies in the tub each and every night.
After a while, they heard the washer beep, indicating that it was done. Darren remained on the floor, absentmindedly brushing the doll's hair. Dani looked at him expectantly for a moment and only then did Darren stand up, giving Dani quite the generous view of his frilly panties.
“I see Paris, I see France” Dani said in sing-song. Darren glared at her. “I figured since your panties are so fancy, you want me to look at them.” She said with a shrug. Darren's face became a deep red between embarrassment and anger. “Tell me what you're wearing under your dress, Darren.” She said with a grin.
“No.”
“C'mon. You know the bet.”
“Haven't I done enough?” He growled.
“Darren, Darren, Darren.” She said. “You've spent countless hours sitting on this couch, not lifting a finger. One night of doing a few chores isn't going to kill you.”
“Look at how I'm dressed!”
“How are you dressed? Tell me what you're wearing and I'll leave you alone to go put the laundry in the dryer.” Darren stared down at his feet. “Complete sentences, remember. I'm wearing” she gestured for him to follow her example.
“I'm wearing a dress?”
“And what's underneath?”
“I'm wearing shoes.” He pointed to his Mary Janes. “And socks.”
“They're called Mary Janes, but go on. What else are you wearing?”
“I've got underwear on.”
“Are they boxers? Boxer briefs? Tighty whities?”
“They're panties.” He said, barely above a whisper.
“That's my princess!” She cooed. “Go rotate the laundry now and hurry back. Your dolly misses you!” She listened to him growl, quickly snapping a few pictures of him and his bouncing dress as he stomped away. Should she send them to April now or wait? She could not decide. “I need some more of Darren and his dolly.” She mused to herself.
As Darren moved his laundry from the washer to the dryer, his mind reeled. He squirmed in place every time he felt the dress brush against his cotton-clad bottom, his Mary Janes clicking on the linoleum of the laundry room. How had Danielle done this? How had she so completely gotten the upper hand? The fact that she soundly beat him at Soul Contract was not even as important as how quickly she had turned him from a thirteen year old boy to a… whatever he was now. It was obvious that she had planned this all in advance, but he could not even comprehend how it had happened. Who would have helped her? He shuddered as he wondered for a moment if their mom was a part of this. Could that be possible? No, there was no way. She loved her son. She would never want him to become a sissy or whatever. He clenched his jaw. It was clear what he needed to do. He needed to march back out to the living room and assert his masculinity!
Starting the dryer, he did just that, marching as authoritative as he could with the skirt of the dress bouncing with each and every step. When he reached the living room, however, he stopped and stared at his sister, waiting to be acknowledged.
“Your dolly missed you, Darren. I tried to tell her you'll be right back, but I think she got scared anyway.”
“Look” Darren said, trying to resummon the nerve he had built up in the laundry room. “Hasn't this gone far enough?”
“Nope.” She said so quickly that it took him aback. “The bet was loser does whatever the winner says for the whole night. If you'd won, there's no way you'd let me quit this early.”
“But”
“Sit down and play with your dolly. What's her name anyway?”
“I dunno.”
“Well, ask her.” Darren, a bit confused, picked up the doll and, feeling quite foolish, asked her her name. “Hold her to your ear so she can whisper it.” Danielle instructed, surreptitiously taking a few photos of Darren complying. “Well?”
“Emily” Danielle smiled.
“That’s a pretty name. See? Told you you’re a natural at dolls.”
“I’m a boy though.” He mumbled, still holding the doll.
“I know you are.” Danielle said. “It’s not going to hurt you to play dolls one night.” Or every night, she added mentally. “Besides, you can either play with Emily or I can find more chores for you to do. Which will it be?” Darren did not respond, other than picking up the toy bottle and feeding it to Emily. Danielle smiled, idly wondering if they had an old baby bottle somewhere that she could make Darren use.
They fell into peaceful tranquility until the dryer finished and Darren rose, taking more care not to flash Danielle, much to her delight. She followed him upstairs and watched as he put his clothes away in his dresser. Normally, he would just leave them in the basket, but she refused to allow it. As he put the last of his t-shirts away, she smiled at him.
“Run downstairs and grab Emily, then meet me back here.”
“Why?”
“Don’t waste time asking silly questions. You’ll find out soon enough.”
“But”
“Enough! If you want to take your dress off, don’t say another word.” Despite the questions that he still had, Darren silently obeyed and Danielle hurried to her room to grab what she needed for the next phase of her plan. By the time Darren had returned from downstairs, she was back in his room with just what she needed on his bed behind her. “Did you apologize to Emily for leaving her down there?”
“No.”
“You need to.” She nodded approvingly. “Now, let’s get your dress off and your nightie on.”
“Nightie?”
“The night’s not over yet.” She observed, walking around behind him and unzipping his dress down his back as he looked at the pink nightgown she had put on his bed. “Which means you still have to do what I say.” His unhappiness was evident, but he remained silent, glad to remove the dress, even if it left him in just his panties. “Leave your panties on, Darren. You can wait until morning to put your tighty whities back on.”
“But you said”
“C’mon, Darren.” She interjected. “You’re a smart boy. Surely by now, you’ve realized that this isn’t going to just stop at the end of the night? I’ve got you under my control. Permanently.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don't worry about it.” She said, reaching over and patting the pouting boy on the top of his head. “Let's get that dress off so you can get ready for beddy byes.”
“No!” Darren exclaimed, pushing her away.
“You want to stay in your dress?” Danielle was genuinely surprised.
“No, I want you to stop this. It’s gone too far.”
“Has not. You agreed to the bet.”
“But I didn’t know how far you’d take it.”
“Trust me,” Danielle said, thinking of Max and Abby. “I could’ve taken things a lot further.”
“Well, I’ve had enough.” Darren exclaimed angrily. “I’m taking this dress off!”
“Good. Let me help you.” Darren’s anger deflated somewhat.
“No, I mean I’m taking it off and not putting that on.” He pointed at the nightgown.
“I’m not letting you run around in just your panties.”
“Why are you not listening to me!” He growled.
“I am! You’re just not listening to reason!”
“I’m not wearing girl clothes anymore!” Danielle stepped back and smiled at him. Her behavior was so strange that he stopped and stared at her. “What?”
“Let’s just say you’ll regret it if you don’t put that nightgown on.”
“What are you talking about?” Danielle only smiled and mimed zipping her lips. If she played her cards right, he would put on the nightgown and her cell phone would remain a secret. Darren growled, but knew his sister to know all too well that she would not tell him whatever she was talking about until she wanted to. She was the absolute best at keeping secrets.
He reached behind himself to try and unzip the dress, but he could not get his arms to twist enough to grasp it. He grabbed the skirt and tried to pull the dress over his head. Danielle took a risk and snapped a few photos of him with the dress over his head and his pantied bottom completely exposed. “Need some help?” She asked with a smile as he tried to resituate the dress.
“Yeah.” He begrudgingly muttered. He turned his back to her and she reached out for the zipper, but stopped.
“Promise you’ll put your nightie on?”
“I promise.” He softly said.
“What do you promise, Darren?”
“To put it on.”
“I think Emily would be very sad if you don’t.” Darren scoffed.
“She’s just”
“Treading on thin ice there, Darren.” Danielle interrupted. “You’ve been doing so well, playing with Emily all night.”
“So?”
“So I thought you loved her. You haven’t even asked to play Soul Contract in a while.” Darren grumbled, but did not respond. “Promise Emily that you’ll put your nightgown on right away after I unzip your dress.” Darren’s conflicting emotions were written all over his face.
“I promise, Emily.” He mumbled. Danielle grinned.
“Good boy.” She summarily unzipped the dress and pulled it over his head, snickering once again when she set eyes on her brother’s far more feminine panties. She realized with no small amount of regret that she should have replaced his boxers and boxer briefs with panties, not tighty whities. Then again, this was only the first night of a whole week of overnight shifts for their mom. She could not help but imagine just how far she could take Darren by the end of the week. For now, though, she would be satisfied with getting him into a nightie and sending him to bed. “Ready for your nightgown?” She asked.
“I guess.” The alternative, after all, was standing around in a frilly white pair of panties, which did not strike him as particularly appealing. Taking up the nightgown, he pulled it over his head. Once Danielle went to bed, he would be able to take it off, right?
“Hmm” Danielle said, looking him over. The pink nightgown fell further down his body than the dress had, completely covering his panties. The lace collar and lace fringe around the bubble sleeves did more than enough to emphasize the juvenile feminineness of the garment. “It suits you even more than your dress did.” Danielle remarked.
“You haven’t worn these in years.”
“True, but you should start.”
“No.” Rolling her eyes, Danielle walked over to his bed and pulled back the covers.
“Hop in.”
“What?”
“It’s bedtime.”
“Is not!”
“Is so.” She replied.
“I’m not going to bed.”
“Well, brush your teeth and use the bathroom first, but it’s bedtime.”
“It’s too early.”
“I don’t want to hear it.” She dropped into what she called her babysitter voice and her tone matched their mom’s stern voice enough that she could see that it was having an effect on her brother. “You have five minutes to brush your teeth, use the bathroom, and get back here or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Like I said, you won’t like what happens.” Remaining vague seemed like it would be more effective than specifying what she would do. “March, mister.” To her delight, Darren begrudgingly complied. Glancing at the clock beside his bed, she gave him five minutes.
Four minutes later, however, she left his room and went to the upstairs bathroom, only to find it empty. Had he gone downstairs? It seemed unlikely, but where else could he have gone? She went down the stairs to find her wayward brother.
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Lovely story Andlat. Nothing like an early beddy-byes to show naughty boys just who is in charge. Imposing bath and bedtimes are excellent disciplinary tools.
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Lovely story Andlat. Nothing like an early beddy-byes to show naughty boys just who is in charge. Imposing bath and bedtimes are excellent disciplinary tools.
Well, I certainly defer to your expertise on those particular tools. :)
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Great story I have loved the first two chapters.
I hope Darren loves being tucked up in beddy byes early.
Danni should get him a nice pink pacci to soothe him and stop him fussing.
I hope she tucks Emily in bed with him. Maybe they can have matching pacci's. ( LOL )
I look forward to your next instalment. :D
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Great story I have loved the first two chapters.
I hope Darren loves being tucked up in beddy byes early.
Danni should get him a nice pink pacci to soothe him and stop him fussing.
I hope she tucks Emily in bed with him. Maybe they can have matching pacci's. ( LOL )
I look forward to your next instalment. :D
Seeing as Darren made a run for it, I don't know if he'll like being tucked into bed.
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I hope when Dani catches up with him she will show him the errors of his naughty ways.
Maybe even his mommy will come on board to teach him if you make bets you must honour your debts.
Hee hee.
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Great story. Reality is a huge part of stories for me and i believe this story. I only hope dvd ballet lessons are in his future. I was a loan 12 year old boy on a summer ballet class with 3 girls. I didn’t even wear tights and I was so embarrassed to be there.
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Darren peeked out of his sister’s room. He was fairly certain he had heard her go downstairs, but what if it was just a trick? He tiptoed back toward his bedroom, but thought better of it. When Danielle inevitably came back upstairs, it seemed obvious that she would check his room first. Where could he hide? Her room seemed obvious. With Danielle downstairs, he was stuck on just this floor. He looked around, trying to ignore his growing anxiety. He was trapped.
Darren went into his room and locked the door before immediately yanking the nightgown over his head, quickly followed by the panties. He hurried over to his dresser, but then he heard the sound of the lock turning. He yelped and tried to hurry, but the sudden reminder that Danielle had replaced his underwear with white briefs made him pause just enough for him to still be standing there when she successfully got in.
“Don’t even think about it.” She was all business, not even blinking at her brother’s nudity. She marched right over to him and, grabbing his wrist, yanked him over to the bed. Darren could not help but marvel at her strength as she yanked him over her lap and immediately began to spank him. “You do not do that!” She said, punctuating it with spanks.
“Stop!” He yelled, tears already falling down his cheeks. Neither of them had been spanked in years and it was the combination of the pain and the embarrassment of his sister spanking him that caused Darren to break down so quickly.
“Promise to be good.” Danielle said, pausing to allow him to speak.
“I promise. Ow!” She had smacked his bottom again, just to drive home his obedience.
“Promise to be a good little boy.”
“I promise!” He yelped as she struck his bottom again.
“Say the full promise.”
“I promise to be a good little boy.” Darren wailed, tears practically pouring down his cheeks.
“And what do good little boys do?” She asked softly. Darren had to stop crying just to hear her.
“Um… wear” he sniffled. “Wear that stuff?”
“Here's what you're going to do, Darren.” She said. “Stand up and face me.” He quickly complied, his hands cupped over his privates. “You are going to put on your panties and your nightgown. Repeat.”
“I'm gonna put on my panties and nightgown.” The boy mumbled.
“Then you're going to get into bed and kiss your dolly Emily good night. Repeat.”
“Then I'm going to get into bed and kiss Emily good night.” He sniffled again. She could tell he was on the verge of tears.
“Go on and do it.” She said gently. She sat there on his bed, watching as he complied completely with her instructions. She knew that he had probably not brushed his teeth, so she stopped him as he went toward the bed. Handing him Emily, she smiled as he kissed the doll's forehead. “Let's go brush your teeth first. Bring Emily so she can be sure you did it.”
She made sure he hugged Emily to his chest with one arm before taking her brother by his free hand and leading him to the bathroom. She smiled as she saw him look at his reflection in horror.
“You're right. You're missing something.” She pulled open a drawer and pulled out two hair ties. “Hold still.” With a practiced hand, she styled his hair into two pigtails, each held in place by a hair tie. Darren stared at this reflection wide-eyed. “Not done yet.” She said. The pigtails were hilariously short, but she had just the idea to dress them up a bit. Taking two lengths of pink ribbon, she tied a bow over each of the hair ties. Darren looked away from his reflection, too embarrassed to even meet his own gaze.
Danielle stood there, enjoying her brother's abject submission as he brushed his teeth with the doll still against his chest. Satisfied, she took his hand and led him back to his bedroom. Docile as a lamb, he got into bed and she pulled the covers over him, tucking him in snugly.
“I expect to come in here in the morning to find you still in your nightie and panties with Emily in your arms.” She said, looking down at her brother.
“But” Danielle continued as if he had not interrupted.
“If you don’t, every single picture I snuck of you playing with Emily in your pretty dress will become public.”
“What pictures?”
“Trust me,” she said with a grin. “There are a lot of them.” She reveled in his shock for a moment. “Don't worry. I don't think I got any of you in your nightie. A boy's nightie should be kept private, don't you think?” Darren's expression was impossible to read, but she thought she saw the faintest glimmer of gratitude or relief. She smiled and left him to his bed. “If you're a naughty little boy and try to get out of bed, I'll have to use the baby monitor.” She cautioned. “And, of course, your friends will know all about how you spent the evening.” She turned off the light. “Nighty night, little brother.”
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As Nicole got home, she stifled a yawn. The house seemed quiet, but that was on account of it being five-thirty AM. Danielle was an early riser, but not this early. She breathed a sigh of tired relief as she stepped out of her shoes and walked up the stairs in her stocking feet. She knew her kids were thirteen, but she still felt a maternal urge to peek in on them. Coming to Danielle’s door, she gently eased it open and poked her head in. There was Danielle, sleeping peacefully. In the twilight of the room, it almost looked like she was wearing one of Darren’s basketball jerseys and shorts. Dismissing it as a trick of her overtired mind, Nicole closed the door and softly tiptoed down the hall to Darren’s room.
She reached out for the knob, but stopped herself. Danielle and Darren were too old for her to be peeking in on them while they were sleeping. She needed to give them their independence. If something had gone wrong, she would get the full report from Danielle. She had not gotten a single frantic call or even a text, so surely the evening went off without a hitch? Then again, no news might not be good news in this case.
She placed her ear to the closed door and heard the deep, even breaths of her sleeping son. Good. He was in there, at least. Placated, she walked to her own room, none the wiser that, in his sleep, Darren had kicked off the blankets and was lying there, fully exposed in a little girl’s nightgown. He still hugged Emily to his chest and his hair remained in ribbon-bound pigtails. All of that would remain a secret from Nicole, at least for now.
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A lovely chapter Andlat. I always enjoy your stories.
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This is a wonderful story and I can't wait for the next chapter. xx
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Andlat, Have you got any more things you can write about in this story. I'm sure that Dani has more thing in mind for her little sister. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
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Andlat, Have you got any more things you can write about in this story. I'm sure that Dani has more thing in mind for her little sister. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
I think I planned to do more, but nothing ever came of it. I can check my notes and see if I can find out where I planned to go next.
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Andlat, That sounds like a winner to me. I want to read what Dani has in store for her little brother. It should be a good part and he doesn't want to do anything that Dani will get mad about. Those pictures will ruin him.
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Andlat, Have you got any more things you can write about in this story. I'm sure that Dani has more thing in mind for her little sister. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)
I think I planned to do more, but nothing ever came of it. I can check my notes and see if I can find out where I planned to go next.
Your stories are always such a joy lovely.
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Andlat, Please check your notes and find the next chapter. We all are waiting to see what is going to happen to Dani's little sister. ;D
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Andlat, were you able to check your notes. We are all hanging in suspense for a continuation of this fantastic story. PLEASE, don't keep us waiting. :'(
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Andlat, were you able to check your notes. We are all hanging in suspense for a continuation of this fantastic story. PLEASE, don't keep us waiting. :'(
Unfortunately it'll be a bit. My notes weren't as extensive as I hoped.
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Found this, Andlat. It may help. Certainly it's great advice for anyone who writes fiction.
"Hemingway never wrote a treatise on the art of writing fiction. He did, however, leave behind a great many passages in letters, articles and books with opinions and advice on writing. Some of the best of those were assembled in 1984 by Larry W. Phillips into a book, Ernest Hemingway on Writing." The article's author selected seven of their favorite quotations from the book and they are as follows:
1: To get started, write one true sentence.
2: Always stop for the day while you still know what will happen next.
3: Never think about the story when you're not working.
4: When it's time to work again, always start by reading what you've written so far.
5: Don't describe an emotion--make it.
6: Use a pencil. [need to consider the time frame]
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Apologies, must have exceeded limits.
*7: Be Brief.
Should have followed Hemingway's advice. :-[
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Interesting advice! I'm especially intrigued by the advice about re-reading what you've already written because other sources have advised against that, lest you get trapped in the endless cycle of revision.
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So forgetful. Meant to include link to article - http://www.openculture.com/2013/02/seven_tips_from_ernest_hemingway_on_how_to_write_fiction.html (http://www.openculture.com/2013/02/seven_tips_from_ernest_hemingway_on_how_to_write_fiction.html).
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babycakes, those are some pretty good rules. I, when I get into the mood to write, will just start and my thoughts just flow onto the page. Right now, I am revising a manuscript I wrote about my life as a transgendered female. I need to add about 19 more years to the manuscript. It's fun doing this.
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Hopefully this popping up to the top of the forum doesn't get anyone's hopes up too high, but perhaps it's okay if they are. I've begun to write a new part, but where Dani and Darren will be going, I haven't quite determined yet. With any luck, they'll let me know soon. Really, I just have to check with Dani. She's the one in charge here, isn't she?
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Andlat, you're right, girl's are in charge because we are better than boys. Hee, Hee, Hee
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Andlat, you're right, girl's are in charge because we are better than boys. Hee, Hee, Hee
Well, I don't know if that's true all the time. ;) But Dani's for sure in charge of Darren, just like Max's sister is in charge of him. Oh, and Sarah and Sammy, of course.
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Darren fumed as he sat on the couch, the memories of last night and that very morning still fresh in his mind. As if it had not been enough for Dani to send him to the bathroom still in the sissy outfit and pigtails, he came back to find that she had laid out clothes for him.
“I’m not wearing those.” He assumed the briefs were under the shirt, grateful that Dani had at least not put them out on display.
“Well,” Dani said, accurately sensing he was still upset about his change in underwear. “I’ll let you choose. You can stay in your panties and wear a dress or you can be a boy for the day.” She left unsaid that he would be back in a dress the moment mom left for work that afternoon. Dani knew she could not turn him into a little girl in just a week, but she was bound and determined to see how close she could get. If Max Kent could become his sister’s pretty ballerina, Darren would be her little princess. She knew it.
“Dani!”
“Shh, mom’s sleeping, remember?”
“Well, she should know what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” Dani asked. “All I see is you wearing my old nightie.”
“But” he sputtered, but he knew she was right. He was so indignant and flustered that he did not even notice that she had hanged the dress from last night in his closet until later that morning. Even then, he left it, knowing that Dani would just make him put it back. Did she really have photos like she had said? How had she taken them? For a moment, he imagined a bunch of hidden cameras around the house, like in one of his comic books. He scoffed. A thirteen year old girl did not have the money for those. She was probably lying about photos. He would find out somehow.
Dani sat on her bed while her brother fumed downstairs, thoroughly pleased with herself. She still had not decided on a name for her little princess project, but she knew it would come. There was something so fun about calling him her little princess.
“Which dress should my little princess wear tonight?” Once he accepted that he was a princess now and would never be a boy again, she would switch to simply calling him her little sister. After all, what else would you call a child who went to bed nice and early dressed in a nightie and hugging a doll? She nearly fell into a fit of giggles as she excitedly looked forward to the day when that became Darren’s normal.
For the next couple days, Dani and Darren fell into a routine of sorts. Once their mom left, Dani ran a bath for Darren and then laid out an outfit for the boy to wear. He could not believe that she always seemed to find a different dress for him to wear, but the threat of all his friends learning about the growing store of photos kept him from resisting too much. During the day, Darren tried to get a moment to tell his mom about what Dani did to him each and every night, but Dani always seemed to be there. He attempted to at least drop hints, but his mom just smiled and complimented them on finally being mature enough to get along without a babysitter. Dani knew the truth though.
As tempted as Dani was to push Darren further, she forced herself to hold back. Sure, she sometimes worried that they might plateau, but it was not like things were getting all that stagnant. Darren blushed and sighed when she presented him with his outfit for the evening, but she had noticed that he was less resistant to playing with his doll Emily, the only activity other than chores she allowed him to do, for now. Still, she felt a desire to push him, but knew it would come with time. As she watched clips of Max doing ballet, she had to remind herself that he had started weeks before Darren had. Patience. That was the key.
Besides, she had had a lot of success in a very short period of time. Darren wore dresses, panties, and nighties. His boxers were gone. The baths that had replaced showers for him were an area rife with potential for making him into the little princess she so desperately wanted. She just needed an excuse to take over his baths and then he would realize that dresses were nothing compared to a proper little princess bath. Still, that could wait. For now.
It was the afternoon of the fourth day that Dani decided that it was time to try to move things forward. Making sure Darren was not hiding in his room and could hear, she asked mom quite openly about the arrangement.
“Mom, after your overnight shifts are done, will I still be babysitting Darren every night?”
“Babysit?” Darren exclaimed, hazel eyes all but flashing.
“Darren, sweetie, inside voice.” Mom said. “You’re not really babysitting him, you know.”
“Aren’t I?” Dani asked. “I’m making sure he cleans up, stays out of trouble. It’s really the same as when I babysit Cayden Denborough.” She yearned to remind her mom that she had even admitted it was basically babysitting just a few days earlier.
“Well,”
“Mom, she’s not babysitting me!”
“True, but she’s been in charge the last few days, hasn’t she?”
“Yeah, but”
“And this is the first time I’ve heard either of you yell in the last few days, so it seems like it’s working.”
“But, mom, she” Darren searched for the words to explain that he had spent the last three nights in dresses and girl clothes without humiliating himself in the process. “She makes me go to bed early.” He finally managed.
“What time?” Mom asked.
“A lot later than I put Cayden Denborough to bed.” Dani played it off as a joke with a chuckle, but as far as she was concerned, Darren had just earned himself the same seven PM bedtime as the preschooler for as long as she was in charge. Little princesses like Darren needed their beauty sleep, after all.
“Here’s the deal, Darren. I want you to keep track of everything Dani does that you feel is abusing her power. And no, that does not include making you help with chores or making you shower. It’s nice to not have to hold my breath when you walk by. Tomorrow, you can tell me and we’ll discuss things.” Dani tried to conceal her concern. Could the game be up? Mom might not see things the same way she did. Sure, she did not have to say she was making her brother into her little princess plaything, but she would have to explain some things. “But, for tonight, Dani is in charge. Understand?”
“I can”
“No arguments, mister.” Mom said, completely missing that Darren already had a long list of perceived slights. “I’m going to shower and then leave for work. You two behave tonight, okay? You’ve been doing so well that I hope we don’t have to change anything.” She turned to leave, eyeing her kids. “And I better not hear any arguing while I’m getting ready for work.”
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Andlat, you never disappoint with the chapters you write.
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Andlat, you never disappoint with the chapters you write.
Thank you! I hope that continues now that Dani and I are actively working on just how her plans for her little princess will unfold.
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“We’re going to keep things nice and simple tonight.” Dani said almost as soon as mom had left. Darren wondered for a moment if she was concerned about him getting to report to mom about everything she did. “Once you’re in your dress and panties, we’re going to play a board game.”
“I’m not wearing a dress!”
“Mom even told you I’m in charge, Darren. I know you heard that.”
“Yeah, and”
“And I know you’ll tattle to her about everything I do. A big boy wouldn’t, but we’ve already established that you’re a little princess and little princesses tell mommy everything, just like good little girls should.” She loved how confused he looked. It was definitely a gambit he had not expected. “Now, march that cute little butt upstairs and put on the dress and panties I set out for you.” She smiled as Darren shuffled off. Sure, he would probably tell mom some things, but she knew he would never reveal everything.
Dani busied herself with setting up the board game, delighted that Darren would be coming downstairs any moment now. The board game she had chosen for them was nothing but princesses and glitter. She had gone through quite the princess phase in kindergarten and she was glad mom held on to everything so that they had it for Darren’s princess phase.
Dani looked at the board before her and realized it had been some time since she had sent her little princess upstairs to put on his dress. It was so rare for him to show defiance; she was unsure if she should even think about punishing him or simply reminding him what he was supposed to be doing.
Trusting that Darren would do the right thing, she slowly walked toward the stairs, hoping to see him coming in the dress she had picked out for him. She knew that, by the time his closet was filled, he would start picking out dresses for himself. The fact that he would be her little princess was a foregone conclusion in her mind.
Dani did not even knock on the door to his room. She did not see any need to. Being twins, they saw each other naked quite frequently until mom decided it was time for them to start doing things separately. Sure, they were growing up, but Dani had gotten top marks in her health class. Darren did not have anything she did not know about.
“What’s taking so long?” She asked, seeing him sitting on his bed. He had successfully taken off his shirt, but he was sitting there in his shorts, reading a comic book. She smiled a bit to see a white waistband peeking out of his shorts, but that was not really the point.
“Oh, I got distracted.” She did not have her mom’s gift for immediately knowing when Darren lied.
“Silly me. I forgot that my little princess gets distracted so very easily.” Darren’s cheeks turned a bit rosy. Dani wondered if she could replicate that with makeup. “You’ve wasted so much time, I think it’s time to put on your dress so we can start having fun.” Darren glanced over at the blue dress she had left out for him, matching panties right on top with more lace and frills than he was accustomed to even over the last few days.
“I… but…” he obviously had assumed that Dani would not dare put him in a dress with him reporting to mom. “I” maybe she just wanted one last hurrah. That must have been it, Darren thought. Maybe she was hoping she could humiliate him into silence. Those panties, how he hated the girly word, were even girlier than any of the others he had worn. He was going to tell mom everything, even if the thought of doing so embarrassed him. After all, he was fifteen minutes older than Dani and that made her his little sister. She was certainly as annoying as little sisters he saw on TV! But no, he would tell mom everything, even if she teased him about his little sister turning him into a sissy. He would put on the dress one last time, but he was not going to make it easy. “I don’t want to.”
“I’ve kept your secret, Darren.”
“What secret?”
“About how you’re actually my little princess.” She smiled as his face moved past pink and turned red. “I’ve been very nice about letting you play pretend as a boy during the day, but we both know you’re my little princess and my little princess needs to be in dresses as much as possible.”
“Dani, stop.”
“Darren, it’s been three days of dresses, panties, being the good little princess I know you want to be. What’s so different about today?”
“I” he did not have an answer.
“I figured you’d be eager to put on a dress, so you could tell mom all about it tomorrow.” Dani said. Darren studied her again. Why was she so excited about him revealing everything she had done to him? It confused him more than anything else about the last few days. Was she trying to make him not want to tell? That had to be. Well, he was going to tell, no matter what. “Please put on your dress, Darren. The game’s all set up downstairs and I really want to play.”
“What game is it?”
“I’ll only answer that question after you’re in your dress.” She replied, turning to leave the room. Darren groaned. That could not be good.
All the same, the boy was sitting in front of the sparkly pink game board in a blue dress not that different from Cinderella’s from the Disney movie. He looked like a princess who had been cursed to have a boy’s head atop her shoulders. Dani admired him, but then tsked. “Who’s missing, Darren?”
“I don’t know.” Everything was so confusing today.
“Where is Emily? Go get her right now.” She wondered if Darren was even conscious of how he held his dress down as he got up off of the floor. This was only his fourth day in dresses and he navigated them far better than she probably would. She nodded to herself. He was a little princess, after all.
By the time Darren had returned with Emily in his arms, Dani had dreamed up a variety of hairstyles for her brother. After all, he could not keep his current short hairdo if he was to be her little princess.
“How do we play this game?” Darren asked hollowly as he sat down. Dani noticed that he placed Emily in his lap, but said nothing.
“It’s simple. We draw a card, read it aloud, and move to that space on the board.”
“So it’s like Candyland?”
“Exactly! Like I said, we’re keeping it simple tonight. No video games, no fighting. We’re just going to play this game, have some dinner, things like that.”
“I’m still going to tell mom about what you’ve done.” He gestured to his dress. Dani smiled and nodded. Her brother had no subtlety. He always said exactly what he was thinking. That was what made it so easy to manipulate him.
“Of course. I bet you will.” She said. “Let’s play. You go first.” She smiled to herself. The rules stated that the youngest princess go first and that was Darren to a t. “Take the card, read it out loud, and do what it says.”
“You’re the prima ballerina in the Sparkle Soirée. P-pirow? Huh?” Dani took the card from him and nodded knowingly.
“It’s pirouette, Darren. It’s a spin ballerinas do. Though how you’re supposed to pirouette to the next purple space, I don’t know. Here, read it out loud again.”
“You’re the prima ballerina of the Sparkle Soirée. Pirouette to the next purple space.” Dani watched as he moved and then took the next card.
“The Powder Puff Pixies have declared you their guest of honor. Enjoy a feast at their hollow at the next yellow space.”
“Ugh, your nails need time to dry. Skip your turn.” Darren read aloud. Dani smiled.
“When me and Abby used to play this game as kids, we’d always shake our hands to dry our nails and then admire them, any time that card came up.” Darren clearly did not know what to do with that information as Dani demonstrated. “Well, go on.”
“It’s your turn.”
“You haven’t dried your nails yet, Darren.” Darren sighed and gave a halfhearted attempt, knowing all too well that Sarah would probably make him do it again. To his surprise, she just smiled and drew her card. He soon knew why. Every other card seemed to involve his nails needing to dry. Each and every time, Dani would look at him expectantly. By the time they were nearing the end, Darren found himself starting to do it even before Dani realized what the card was. Nefarious.
After the game finally ended with Darren being declared the princess of the game as the winner, Dani allowed him to watch TV while she made dinner, as long as he kept Emily in his lap, brushing her hair with at least a little effort.
After dinner, Darren did the dishes, despite whining about there being a million of them. Why did Dani always use every pot and pan in the kitchen whenever she made dinner? Despite his fussing, the dishes were done in no time and he even wiped the table while Dani sat and supervised, loving to see her brother hurrying around in his dress. By the time he was done, it was quarter to seven. Dani stood up and smiled at him.
“Alright, my sweet little princess, time for bed.”
“What?”
“Well, I figured I have less time to torture you if you go to bed nice and early.”
“I am not going to bed!”
“Think of it this way, Darren.” She said. “You can either go to bed now like a good little princess or I can figure out something else to help you feel more like the little princess you are.”
“Like what?” He did not want to call her bluff, but his male ego forced him to.
“Well, we could paint your nails. Not your fingernails, but your toenails so mom doesn't find out, as long as you wear socks.” Seeing that he was still not budging, she kneeled down and reached for one of his ankles as if she was going to start right then and there. She frowned at his leg hair. That would have to go, but how? She wondered if she had any tights still upstairs.
“I'll go to bed.” Darren mumbled. Dani grinned.
“Let's go get you into your nightie and I can do your hair, okay?” Darren sighed and nodded. Dani had to hide her delight at seeing him pick up Emily, but then wondered why she did. “That's my little princess! Emily goes with you everywhere, doesn't she?” Darren blushed and followed her up to his room.
Once Darren was in his nightgown and pigtails, Dani smiled as he started to get into bed with her even saying to. She almost wanted to let him go to bed, but knew it was ridiculous to put her twin brother to bed at this hour, even if he was rapidly becoming her little princess.
“I don't think you need to go to bed quite yet.”
“But” Darren bit back his words. There was no way to finish that sentence that made him sound like the young man he knew he was.
“Seven o’clock will be your bedtime when you behave like a bratty boy.” Dani said. “When you behave like my little princess, you can stay up later.” Darren knew exactly what she was doing, but how could he fight it? Calling her out on it would surely be deemed bratty boy behavior. “Well? Do you want to stay up or go to bed?”
“I want to stay up.”
“Then you had better ask nicely, don't you think?”
“May I please stay up?” It was the most polite Darren had been in a long time and Dani almost agreed right then and there, but she knew she had to push her little princess a bit more.
“Little princesses say pretty please, Darren.”
“Pretty please?” He said, only rolling his eyes a bit. It was good enough. She nodded.
“Alright, but remember, when I say it's bedtime for my little princess, that means it's bedtime. As my little princess, you need lots and lots of beauty sleep.” Darren had no idea how much time he had bought himself, so he sat down on the living room floor almost immediately and played with Emily without a fuss. It amazed Danielle that the brother who had loved Soul Contract just four days ago now did not seem to mind sitting on the floor in a dress or nightie, brushing a doll's hair and changing her dresses. Dani wondered if, deep down, he really was a sissy. Not that it mattered, really. He would be one whether or not he had been one already.
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Sissy Ballerina Boy, Thank you for another chapter in this fantastic story. I can't wait for the next chapter.
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Sissy Ballerina Boy, Thank you for another chapter in this fantastic story. I can't wait for the next chapter.
I'm sure the comparison/confusion is nothing but complimentary, but Sissy Ballerina Boy's not the one writing this.
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Andlat, Sorry, I thought I had copied your name to paste in my reply. I guess I didn't and still had the other name that I pasted to the reply. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Moni Mea Culpa.
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Loving this story. It's just the right balance between the poor boy being forced into sissyhood and (perhaps) subconsciously or secretly wanting it. My favorite kind of tension. Keep it up!
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Loving this story. It's just the right balance between the poor boy being forced into sissyhood and (perhaps) subconsciously or secretly wanting it. My favorite kind of tension. Keep it up!
He does seem to adapt quickly, doesn't he? I find it fun to leave it up in the air is he's just coping or seizing his opportunity to embrace his sissy/feminine side?
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The next morning came and Darren leaped out of bed, dressing as quickly as he could. In his haste, he almost left his, no, the nightie and panties on the floor, but he quickly stuffed them into his hamper. He had to get to mom before Dani did. That was all that mattered at the moment. He pounded down the stairs and saw his mom and sister sitting at the dining room table.
“Good morning, sleepy head.” His mom said with a smile. “Glad you could join us. We were just about to leave.”
“Where are you going?” He tried to remain calm. What had Dani told her? Had he completely lost his chance?
“Oh, Dani just needs a few things, so I figured we’d run and get them real quick.”
“What sort of things?”
“Clothes!” Dani said in a spooky voice, wiggling her fingers teasingly. Darren sighed and nodded. Boring.
“Weren’t we going to talk, mom?”
“About what?” She studied his face for a moment before her own face lit up with recognition. “Oh! About Dani’s job performance. We can talk about that after Dani and I get back, kay?” Darren nodded, not noticing the confident smirk on Dani’s face. She knew her brother thought he would win, but she doubted he would. In fact, she would have been willing to bet on it. It was a shame she had not thought to make a bet the night before. No matter, she was already getting everything she wanted anyway.
Dani hoped that Darren worried they were buying things for him, but in truth, Dani simply felt like her wardrobe needed a refresh. Mom had mentioned that she was so appreciative of Dani taking charge around the house that Dani figured she could lever it into getting something for herself. Of course, mom had no idea just how much Dani had taken charge, but that did not matter. Even if Darren told mom, she knew she still had the upper hand in a lot of ways that probably had not even occurred to Darren.
As they walked past a rack of pajamas, an idea occurred to Dani. Maybe she should get something for Darren. She paused and looked through the pajamas, considering the merits of each set.
“Ah ha.”
“Those?” Mom asked, eyeing the girly girl pajamas Dani had pulled off the rack.
“They’re cute, don’t you think?” She held a lavender set up to her, smiling down at the white winged pegasus on the chest.
“Didn’t realize they made Barbie and princess pajamas in your size.” Mom remarked as Dani grabbed a few other pajama sets off the rack. “But, if they’re what you want, we can get them.” Dani grinned. They were what she wanted, just not the way mom meant it.
“Oh, yes please. Nostalgia’s all the rage right now.” She looked around the rest of the section, but everything else she spied she knew would only make her mom more suspicious. Darren had a good number of nightgowns already anyway. It was time to get him some pajamas.
“Anything else we need? How are your brother’s things holding up?”
“I think they’re fine. I had him do the laundry a couple days ago, so I didn’t like check his clothes.” She smiled to herself. “His underwear’s like new. I know that much!” Her mom looked at her strangely, but shrugged it off.
“I really hope you’re not being too mean to him while I’m at work.”
“I’m not. If anything, I’m being too nice.”
“It’s cryptic things like that that make me wonder.” Mom said, more to herself than to Dani. For the first time, Dani began to wonder if maybe, just maybe, mom might try to disrupt her plans.
Try as she might, Dani could not get the worry out of her mind. The entire drive home, she kept mulling it over, pushing it away when she realized it was a silly concern. Darren would never in a million years actually admit that his sister had made him wear dresses and nighties and all that every single night, especially since he thought of her as his little sister. She had sure turned the tables there, she mused. Maybe she could do away with the dresses. She had just gotten him a whole wardrobe of pajamas, so those should keep him feeling like a proper princess.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Mom said as they neared home. “I’m actually up for a promotion, but it would mean I’d be working nights a lot more often.” Dani’s heart leapt. Just when all seemed lost, the universe gave her good news.
“Oh, really?”
“Yep. We’ll have to talk about what that’ll mean for you and Darren.” Dani smiled. That was just what she was thinking herself.
When they arrived home, Dani took her things, and Darren’s, up to her room. She figured that Darren would seize the opportunity to tattle to mom all about the horrible, awful, no good things she did to him. She wondered what he would confess and what he would leave out.
“She made me play with dolls!” She said, mimicking her brother’s high voice. She knew that boys’ voices deepened around their age, but she liked that Darren’s had not yet. “Maybe it never will.” She mused as she set out his pajamas on her bed. “Which should he wear tonight?”
Darren took a deep breath. This was it; the moment of truth. His mom looked at him expectantly.
“Is there something you wanted to tell me?” She asked, patting the couch beside her. Darren sat and she gently played with his hair. “Your hair’s getting a little long, don’t you think?” He nodded, but did not allow it to distract him.
“You wanted me to tell you what Dani’s been doing to me, right?”
“I don’t think I phrased it quite like that, but” she smiled. “Go on.”
Darren began to speak. He had planned it all out while his mom and Dani were at the store, but he felt as if he left his body as the words came out in a rapid rush. By the time he finished, he could not even remember all that he had said. He looked at his mom, but her face was inscrutable.
“Really.” She said at last, disbelief coloring her voice. He felt panic grip him.
“Mom! I swear!”
“Darren, when I told you to report back on what Dani’s been doing, I expected you to at least stay realistic.” Darren’s heart fell. He should have expected this.
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” He said sadly. She brushed his hair out of his face. The truth was, she was not so sure. She studied her son’s face. She knew when he lied and none of the usual signs were there. Could he be telling the truth? It seemed too bizarre to be real. Dani had made him wear girls’ clothes and banned him from video games? She made him do all of the chores.
“Honestly, I’m not surprised your sister ordered you to do things.” She began. “I’m more surprised that you apparently went along with all of it.” Darren’s mouth opened and closed, almost like he was a fish. “You’re a smart boy. If she told you to do something and you did it, it couldn’t have been that bad, could it?”
“But mom, she” he searched for the right words. “She keeps threatening to tell everyone and says she has pictures. I don't know if she's lying, but I think she might really have them.” Mom sighed. Maybe the phone had been a mistake.
“I think I need to talk to your sister.” She said pensively. She kissed her son’s forehead and stood up. “She was nice enough to give us some alone time, so you stay down here, okay?” Darren nodded and she went upstairs, wondering just what Dani’s version would be. When she sat on Dani’s bed with her, her daughter was more than willing to explain.
“It was a bet we made.” Dani explained. “Just that first night. I put him in an old dress, made him do the dishes and I think laundry and gave him a doll as a joke.”
“And it was only that first night?” She saw Dani’s eyes flicker aside.
“I” she paused. Did she dare tell her mom the whole truth and risk spoiling everything? “I took a few pics and I’ve been teasing him about them since.”
“Ah.” Mom nodded. “So he knows about your phone?”
“No, or I don’t think so. He’s asked about where the photos are, but he might not have worked it out yet.”
“I see. Well, no more dresses. Promise?” Dani smiled, feeling quite like she had gotten away with everything.
“I promise. No more dresses.” Mom stood up.
“And give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“Now, young lady.” Dani tried to hide her fear. If her mom saw that she had photos of Darren from each and every night, she would know that Dani was lying. At the same time, the longer she stalled, the more mom would know that she was hiding something. She handed over her phone and held her breath.
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Andlat, I don't know who is vindicated and who is in trouble now. Nice suspenseful chapter. Can't wait for the next one.
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Andlat, I don't know who is vindicated and who is in trouble now. Nice suspenseful chapter. Can't wait for the next one.
At the very least, Dani's promised no more dresses, so that might just change things, don't you think?
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Andlat, Not really because Dani bought all of those girly pajamas for Darren. So, Darren is going from dresses to girly pajamas. Dani did lose her phone and that is a bummer because all of those pictures from the week. We'll see what happens next.
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True, can't let his lovely new jammies go to waste, can we?
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I have high hopes to add the next part soon, but Darren's being defiant and I'm not sure how Dani should punish her rebellious little princess.
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However you do it, I can't wait. The sisters in your stories are always so wonderful.
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Maybe a little red bottomed motivation is in order? :P
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Maybe a little red bottomed motivation is in order? :P
I'm hesitant to have Dani spank her princess, beyond a swat every now and again to get him moving, but maybe just this once. I doubt it would take much to get him to agree to be more cooperative