Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on September 11, 2020, 01:59:06 AM
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Alex’s grandparents bought an old house in a suburb called Charlton Kings on the outskirts of Cheltenham. There was a drawing room in that house that was preserved as it would have appeared around the 1860s. This was of little interest to Alex but on one of his visits to his grandparents, he wandered into the room out of boredom.
There was a very large mirror on the wall. It rose from just above the skirting board to head height. There was something strange about the reflection though. Alex examined it and looked again at the room around him. Everything was the other way around. But surely that was normal in a mirror! That’s what mirrors did.
But there was something different about this mirror. The reflection looked so real. Alex reached out to touch the mirror. When he did, his reflection in the mirror disappeared! He could see the inverted room still but he no longer appeared in it! He snapped his hand away and his reflection reappeared. He was startled.
He nervously reached out to touch the mirror again. The same thing happened. His reflection disappeared. Next thing the door to the hall opened - but only in the mirror. The actual door in Alex’s room remained closed!
A girl walked into the room in the mirror. Alex was scared now. What kind of ghostly apparition was this? The girl was wearing a bright blue dress with a white pinafore over it with pink piping. Her dress flared over layers of petticoats which rocked gently as she walked across the room. She had blond hair to her shoulders with a black band on her head.
No! Surely not! Alex had never read Alice in Wonderland but her image was universally recognised thanks to Walt Disney. It couldn’t be! How old was this house? When were the books written? He was sure there was more than one book, but Alice in Wonderland was the only title he could remember (or more correctly, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland).
The girl seemed equally interested in the mirror. She approached it studying the reflection curiously. Alex felt that she must surely be able to see him but she gave no sign of it. She stood right in front of him. He still had his finger on the mirror. He was transfixed and afraid that the girl might disappear if he took his finger away.
Then to his astonishment, she reached out her index finger. She was about to touch the exact same spot on the mirror! When she did, everything shimmered. Alex felt like he had been flipped in some way. It felt like everything was the wrong way around.
He looked ahead and still saw the girl’s face. The room behind her looked exactly the same but she was now wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. That’s strange, he thought. That’s what I was wearing. Then he realised that her long blond hair had been replaced by a crew cut just like his.
Alex froze. He felt really funny. He looked down. He was wearing a blue dress with a white pinafore! What!? How did that happen? He remembered what else the girl had been wearing. He pushed his petticoats back. He was wearing white stockings and black shoes with a strap.
He also felt a tickle at his shoulder. He reached for the source and touched his long blond hair. “Oh my goodness!” He held out his petticoats in disbelief. The girl laughed. She looked down at her jeans. “Brilliant!” She stuck her hands in the pockets with obvious pleasure.
She looked straight at Alex. “Hi!” Alex was dumbfounded. Alice in Wonderland was speaking to him! Or was he speaking to her? This must be a bad dream. He tried to shake himself awake.
“You look pretty!” Alice sniggered. “Are these your clothes?” she pointed to the jeans. Alex just nodded. “Cool!” Then she seemed surprised that she had said that. Alex held out his petticoats again, unable to believe this was happening and unable to wake himself from the nightmare.
“We have to switch back!” he told her and pressed his finger to the mirror. She stepped back. “Oh no! I like this”, she held her hands behind her back to emphasise that she had no intention of touching the mirror and switching back with him.
“You can’t leave me like this!” Alex protested, holding his petticoats out at the sides and looking in disbelief at his white stockings in the mirror. He wondered what else was under his skirts and felt sick.
“Why not?” she laughed. “See how the other half lives!” Footsteps were approaching the door in Alex’s room or should that be Alice’s room? “That’ll be Miss Prickett”, Alice told him. “Who?” “My governess.” “Governess!?” Alex had some vague idea that a governess was a strict lady who taught well-to-do girls at home in the days before schools were common.
“Yes, better do as she says”, Alice advised. “My sisters call her Pricks!” Alex was shocked at the seemingly very rude nickname chosen by supposedly-innocent Victorian girls. “You know”, Alice added, “like a thorn.” “Oh!”
But Alex was more concerned that Miss Prickett was going to see him, a boy, dressed in Alice’s blue dress, pinafore, petticoats and white stockings. But the governess seemed not to notice as she entered. She obviously couldn’t see the real Alice in the mirror either. “Come along now young lady!” He just looked at her unsure what to do. This couldn’t be real!
“Don’t make me use the cane!” she admonished him, brandishing the metre-long stick. “You’d better go along if you don’t want to be bent over the table holding your petticoats up!” Alice advised him.
“It’s time for your deportment lesson!” the governess told him. Alex had no idea what deportment was. She tapped him on the arm with the cane and he instinctively moved towards the door to avoid a caning. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was walking away from the mirror – his only chance of escape as far as he knew – in a blue dress, pinafore, petticoats and white stockings under the watchful eye of a strict governess. “Have fun!” Alice called out as she considered what to do on her side of the mirror.
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At least his name sounds similar to Alice, so he may respond to Alice as quickly as his new governess would like. A tiny glimmer of hope in the storm cloud that is Alex's impending sissification!
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Dar.aJaney, I don't know how you do it; but you produce one hit after another. Alex is about to get a crash course in what it is like to be Alice.
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Alex felt sick as he left the dining room, feeling the unfamiliar swish of his petticoats. He went towards the sitting room – he just seemed to know that’s what it was and where it was. “Oh dear! I can see we need a lot of work”, Miss Prickett sighed as she watched him walk. He thought he was doing a perfectly sissy girly walk. “Still, we have all afternoon”, she assured him. Once, in the sitting room, she took a book and placed it on his head.
Alex had no choice but to do what he was told and he spent what seemed like hours prancing back and forth across the room with the book balanced on his head, practising gathering his petticoats when sitting and how to sit with his knees pressed together demurely. “Back straight!” his governess ordered. He raised his shoulders and tried to sit straight. She never seemed to be satisfied.
“Now, show me your curtsey”, she ordered. He looked at her blankly – my what? “Come along now.” She demonstrated the perfect curtsey. Alex had something to go on now. He wished he’d paid more attention to those period dramas on TV. He made a wobbly attempt. “No! Gather the ends of your petticoats! Oh dear, this is going to take time”, she sighed.
Alex was finally excused in the late afternoon. Miss Prickett showed him back to the drawing room. Alex desperately hoped that Alice would be there and would feel more obliged to swap back.
He could see her in the mirror. Miss Prickett watched his gait as he entered the room. “You may read a book until dinner time.” Alex had to continue mincing, consistent with the deportment she had just drilled into him. Alice saw the way his hands hovered daintily above his petticoats and giggled.
“What do you say?” Miss Prickett demanded. Alex jumped a little with fright at her stern voice. He turned to face her. “Thank you Miss Prickett”. He curtsied as best he could, acutely aware of Alice’s sniggering in the mirror. His governess considered his curtsey and seemed to deem it adequate but no more than that. She left the room.
Alex sighed heavily. He started to run towards the mirror. His petticoats fluttered and distracted him for a moment and he had to settle them. “Your deportment is coming along nicely”, Alice teased. “A few more day’s practice and you’ll have it.”
“What?! Days?! No! You have to switch back now!” Alex did his best to look assertive but that wasn’t easy in a pretty dress, pinafore and petticoats. “Not a chance”, Alice insisted. “I’m loving it here. I really like this thing called a computer for one thing!”
“No please!” He tried a more plaintive approach. “I think dinner is ready here”, she told him. “I can’t wait to see what burgers and waffles are like!” She moved back from the mirror. Alex put his palms on the mirror in an attempt to get through. “No. Don’t leave me here like this!” Alice stopped. “What’s so wrong with being a girl for a few days?” She calmly left the room.
Alex sagged. He couldn’t believe this – stuck in a dress, petticoats and stockings! An unpleasant thought occurred to him. He reached for the front of his petticoats. He raised them nervously. He saw pink garters holding his stockings up. He cringed. Revealing up further he saw his bloomers with lace-trim on the legs. He felt sick and lowered his petticoats quickly trying not to dwell on it.
He had to find some way out of this. He couldn’t spend days in dresses and frillies. Just then the door opened. A younger girl walked in. “Oh Alice! Come and see! Daddy bought me a new doll!” She ran off looking back for Alex to follow her. “Coming Edith!” he replied. She seemed satisfied. He wondered how did he instinctively know her name and that she was Alice’s younger sister – now his younger sister!
He followed her into a playroom. She brandished the new doll. He tried to look pleased for her. “Let’s have tea party! You take Betty”, Edith insisted, handing him another large doll. He looked distastefully at the doll but felt he had little choice but to take it and pretend to like it. Girls! Edith skipped off happily towards the terrace doors. Alex looked on wondering was he supposed to skip along like that. There was no way he could bring himself to do it. Then he noticed Miss Prickett had stopped by the door. So he felt he had to mince towards the door in the ladylike fashion she had tried to teach him.
He walked out to the terrace and froze momentarily seeing other members of the family sitting there. The older couple were presumably his mother and father – Alice’s mother and father! He had to remember to make the distinction. And there was an older girl. “Hello Alice!” she called. “Hello Lorina”, he responded, again surprised that it came naturally.
“We’re going to have a doll’s tea party!” Edith told them all excitedly. “Oh that’s nice”, her mother smiled at Alex. He tried to hold a smile while he walked over clutching the stupid doll. Edith arranged four small chairs around a low table for herself, Alice and the two dolls. Alex was inwardly cringing as he placed his doll in the next chair. The parents seemed pleased with the scene so he felt he had to act it out. Damn! He hadn’t arranged his petticoats properly as he sat. He had to stand and shake them out again before sitting more carefully.
“The Reverend Dodgson has kindly offered to take you rowing on the river tomorrow!” the girls were told by their mother. Edith was excited at the prospect but Alex noticed that Lorina threw her eyes up. In the meantime, he was forced to go along with Edith’s pretend tea party, trying to hold his smile as he acted out pouring tea into the cups for the dolls and Edith.
It was really strange that nobody noticed anything wrong with “Alice” except that she appeared to be having a lot of problems controlling her petticoats. As Alex sat to the dinner table, he had to rearrange his petticoats yet again. “Really Alice, I must ask Miss Prickett to do more work on your deportment – you are getting quite sloppy!”
Once dinner was over, Alex went back to the drawing room but there was no sign of Alice in the reflected room. He came to realise he was stuck there for the night. At least his nightdress wasn’t too bad – a long white broderie anglaise dress.
While he got undressed he took the opportunity to check something. He hadn’t felt anything between his legs. He pulled his bloomers down nervously to confirm that there was nothing there – well nothing except what girls have! He didn’t sleep well in the unfamiliar long nightdress, wondering how he was going to get out of this and if he was going to get his boy’s thing back!
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DaraJaney, Alex is in mess right now. He is now Alice and he doesn't know when he will get back to the other side of the mirror. Great chapter.
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Wonderfully inventive. A cute twist on the real Alice story. Great job!
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The next morning, having struggled to get his pink garters just right so they held up his white stockings and having failed to find any bloomers less lacey, Alex went back to the dining room and found Alice waiting for him in the mirror.
“Your mother said that a Reverend Dodgson is going to take us on a boat trip today”, he told her. Alice laughed. “Oh that strange man! He insists on telling us stupid stories on these rowing trips. He thinks they are so clever but they are really quite silly and boring but we have to listen politely and pretend that we like them.”
Alex tried to remember who the author of the Alice books was. Dodgson didn’t ring any bells. Wasn’t the surname “Lewis”? Or maybe “Carroll”? Something like that. “People seem to like them”, Alex told her.
“What people? Who are you talking about? He just tells the stories to us. He makes them up about a girl called Alice – trying to impress me no doubt. Dirty old man!” Alex was taken aback. Alice continued. “Do you know he asked mother if he could take photographs of me naked?” Alex was astonished. Surely she should be reporting him to the police not sending her daughters out on a trip with him! Curiouser and curiouser. Alex couldn’t help wondering if the Reverend would want to take naked photographs of him as Alice. At least he didn’t have anything out of place.
“Please switch back!” Alex asked Alice. She just smiled. “No. I’m liking it too much here!” She thrust her hands in his pockets and went off towards the door. “Have fun on the boat trip!”
Alex sighed heavily. Another day in the stupid dress with its frilly pinafore and petticoats! When Alice left the other room his reflection returned to the mirror. He could see that his stockings were slipping down and the pink bows on his garters were peeking below his petticoats.
He pulled up his petticoats to tug his stockings up and retie his garters just below the lace trim of his bloomers. “Alice, breakfast is ready!” He hurriedly rearranged his petticoats and pinafore and winced at his reflection before leaving the room.
After breakfast, a carriage pulled up outside the house to take them to the river. The Reverend Dodgson was there and greeted Lorina and Edith, helping them up into the carriage. But his face lit up when he saw Alice/Alex which made Alex feel most uncomfortable, given what Alice had told him.
Alex was now sporting a wide-brimmed straw hat which had a pink ribbon around it that dangled down the back. He went to climb up into the carriage. He couldn’t see the step below his petticoats. He had to pull them back to see. Even then he stumbled on the steps and fell forwards into the seat beside Lorina. He wondered what Dodgson had seen as he fell forward. Surely his petticoats had tipped up at the back. Had he seen his pink garters or the lace frills on his bloomers?
“Alice!” Lorina was surprised. “You really are most clumsy!” Alex rearranged his petticoats as best he could and sat there most uncomfortably. Not because his petticoats were awry but because of the disturbing look on Dodgson’s face.
When they reached the river, Alex let Lorina and Edith out of the carriage first, trying to see how they managed their petticoats. They just seemed to know where the steps were beneath all those layers and alighted quite smoothly. Alex stood up and frowned at the grinning face of Dodgson who reached a hand up to him. Alex clutched his petticoats, again concerned at the view Dodgson might be getting. He somehow found the steps very carefully one by one but still misjudged the final drop to the path and stumbled forward almost losing his hat. He tried to gather himself, shook out his petticoats and straightened his hat while the sisters giggled at his awkwardness.
The sisters walked towards the rowing boat and, again, stepped in easily and took their seats at one end. Reverend Dodgson had brought a friend to do the rowing who sat in the middle. Alex noticed how the boat rocked when the sisters stepped in and was very nervous about handling that instability. The rower, noticing his reticence, offered a hand. Alex was mortified to be seen as a helpless maiden but was secretly grateful for the assistance.
Even so Alex panicked when the boat gave under his weight and quickly sat down in a flurry of petticoats. Reverend Dodgson suddenly appeared beside him, sitting on the sprawl of Alex’s petticoats. Alex had to excuse himself to rearrange his petticoats but the boat was narrow and sat two people very snuggly. Alex didn’t like this at all and tried to lean away from the smiling reverend.
They had hardly pushed away when Reverend Dodgson started. “Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do.” Alex saw Lorina and Edith throw their eyes up. They started giggling but hid it behind their fans. Alex regretted not bringing one. He had no way of avoiding the Reverend’s attention and he was feeling very hot under his layers of pinafore, dress and heavy petticoats.
It was a relief when they landed at their picnic spot, though once again Alex went through the horrors of clutching his petticoats as he stepped out of the boat. He was clumsily shuffling around. “Be careful not to snag your stockings on the wood”, Lorina warned and Alex found himself examining his white stockings when he landed safely on the bank. A rabbit ran for cover. It seemed to give Dodgson an idea. “Hmmm”, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
It was nice to be out and about, Alex supposed, but he had to be constantly aware of his petticoats and careful not to smudge his stockings which he was worried were slipping down again. The last thing he needed was flashing a pink garter in front of dodgy Dodgson.
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I was a bit naive perhaps and didn't even think that Alex would have swapped places with the real life Alice via the looking glass. The inclusion of Rev. Dodgson is a wonderful, unexpected touch, though I hope we don't spend all that much time with him and his lecherousness as the way you write him certainly gets across his feelings toward Alex/Alice.
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DaraJaney, I love the way you have written this story. The twist and turns that have happened to Alex/Alice are fantastic. Can't wait to read the nest chapter.
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Alex was relieved to finally step down carefully from the carriage at home. He realised that he managed it without a thought – he was getting used to these petticoats now. He felt a little ill.
In the dining room he found Alice reading a book in the reflected room. “How was your trip?” she asked, closing the book and going over to the mirror. “That Reverend Dodgson is very peculiar!” Alex opined. “Who are ya tellin!” Alice responded and was again surprised by her modern tongue.
“These petticoats are such a nuisance!” Alex complained. Alice laughed. “Just wait until you see your Sunday dress!” Alex looked up with concern. “Please switch back. This is crazy!” Alice backed off from the mirror. “No way, Jose! This is a real eye opener for me! It should be for you too. Have fun at church tomorrow”, she left the room to make it quite clear that he was staying in his petticoats.
That night Alex found his Sunday dress had been already hung on the back of the door by a maid. He cringed. It was bright pink with a lacey collar and hem, puffed sleeves and several layers of frills on the skirt. The layers of stiff petticoats stood on their own on the floor! A pair of silky white stockings had been laid over the back of a chair and a pair of bloomers with five rows of pink lace across the seat lay beside them.
He had heard earlier that they would be going to church as a family. He could understand why a girl might be expected wear her prettiest dress to church on Sunday but what was the point in wearing especially frilly bloomers?! Who was going to know?
As he stood in front of his bedroom mirror in the morning he couldn’t believe the weight of the petticoats and layers of thick lace as he held them up in order to tie his pink garters. It was awkward as the ribbons kept getting tangled in the long lace trim on his bloomers. This is the lowest of the low he thought.
But he was ordered down to the kitchen where a maid was waiting in front of the fire with an iron rod, lots of short pink ribbons and a slab of butter. He wondered what medieval torture awaited him! By the time she was finished dozens of ringlets dangled on Alex’s shoulders and a big pink bow had been pinned to the back of his head with the ends of the ribbons running down his back.
He was mortified walking down the centre isle of the church in his pink dress, seven layers of petticoats, white stockings, ringlets and pink bow. He was sure everyone was staring at him but he forgot about that when he saw Reverend Dodgson grinning at him from the pulpit. Alex cringed. His petticoats barely fitted between the rows of pews and it took him ages to get them arranged comfortably under him. His sisters had to move away either side to make room for them.
Leaving the church, Alex had become so accomplished going up and down steps in his petticoats that he had stopped thinking about it. Unfortunately Edith distracted him at a key moment pointing out some pretty flowers in the church yard and Alex stumbled. He fell forward on to the ground. He could feel that his heavy petticoats rested on his back as he tried to get up. A hand appeared before him. He accepted the help gratefully, got up and desperately pushed his petticoats down at the back before realising it was the Reverend Dodgson who had stood over him and offered his hand.
As the mortified Alex rejoined the family, Lorina tittered “lucky you were wearing your Sunday bloomers!” Alex blushed thoroughly as he noted all the smirks on the faces of the congregation. He desperately wanted to get away but his mother seemed determined to chat with everyone.
Sunday afternoon the family relaxed in the garden. Edith came up to him. “Will we play with my dolls?” she asked Alex, sweating in his layers of lace and petticoats. Alex winced. “Oh do play with your sister Alice”, her mother urged. Alex trudged over to the doll’s table while Edith scampered off to get the toy tea set.
Monday morning Alex was back under instruction from Miss Prickett. It was a sewing class. Alex was somehow able to make a reasonable stab at sewing but of course it wasn’t good enough for his governess. After an hour of stern instruction Alex complained that sewing was pointless. This annoyed Miss Prickett and Alex found himself bent over the table, holding his petticoats up to expose his lace-trimmed bloomers. The angry governess applied six strokes of her stick.
Alex sniffled as he lowered his petticoats again and straightened his pinafore. “Now you can take a break and think about your attitude young lady!” “Yes Pr …. eh, Miss Prickett” Alex curtsied and minced out of the room as best he could.
In the dining room he found Alice waiting in the modern room. “So we’re off!” she declared. “What?” “We are leaving your grandparents’ and heading back to your home.” “Wait! No! You can’t do that! You can’t leave me here!” “Can’t I?”
Alex pleaded for her not to leave him there in his dresses, pinafores, petticoats, stockings and ringlets under the instruction of Miss Prickett. “If you think I’m going to choose that over the freedom I have here, you have another think coming!”
Alex heard Miss Prickett approach the room. “Please! I beg you.” But Alice just watched with a grin as his governess entered the room brandishing her stick. Alex curtsied, anxious to avoid another caning. “Miss Prickett.” “Come along now. Your lessons are resuming.”
Alex felt sick. He was clearly stuck here. He couldn’t afford to stoke his governess’ ire. “Yes Miss Prickett” he curtsied again. He gave a final glance to the resolute Alice before mincing out of the room, his hands held daintily over his petticoats. As she closed the door behind him his fate was sealed. Alex swallowed hard.
Alice joined Alex’s parents in the library. “You know the history of that dining room, do you?” his mother asked. “No?” Alice played innocent. “The Liddell family used to live here. You know, Alice Liddell was the inspiration for Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. “Really? I didn’t know that”. Alice feigned disinterest. The mirror in the room is thought to have been the inspiration for the book Alice Through the Looking Glass. “Mmm” Alice pretended not to know.
“They have first editions of both books here I think. Oh yes, here is Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.” Alex’s mother flicked through the precious book. “You know, I’ve never noticed before … the drawings in the book … Alice looks kind of boyish, like a boy in a dress!” “Really?” Alice smirked.
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What an excellent horror story, though maybe not for some. Trapped forever in another time and body. Very Twilight Zone(ish) from the original Rod Serling era when subtlety was the norm. Wonder if Alex's mother will ever realize the switch or does she not know her son that well?
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DaraJaney, Alex will be stuck there in his new life because Alice doesn't want to go back. This is too good of a story.