Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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The children were discussing their Halloween costumes for trick or treat. Little Chloe had her Alice costume. Her big teenage sister Maggie was only going in order to mind the little ones but was going to dress as a corpse bride herself.
They were trying to prevail on their brother Freddy to dress up but at fourteen he was convinced he was too old to. “Come on, don’t be a spoil sport”, Maggie coaxed him. “There’ll be a great party in Linda’s afterwards.”
She knew this was the right thing to say because Freddy had been besotted by Linda and had been seen hanging around her like a puppy dog. Freddy was clearly tempted. “The party shop had a cute puppy costume”, Maggie suggested, tittering inwardly at her private joke. Freddy looked alarmed at the idea.
“Or we could find a nice dress for you, couldn’t we Chloe?” she teased. Chloe was far too keen on the idea for Freddy’s liking. “No way!” he ruled that out firmly. “Why not?” Maggie asked, a little miffed at the strength of his rebuff. “I’m not dressing as a stupid girl!” He stomped off.
But he did want to go to Linda’s party and he couldn’t be the only one not dressed up. That wouldn’t impress her. But he thought dressing up was stupid. In the end he decided on wearing his Manchester United football gear.
When he appeared in that, the girls frowned. “That’s not a proper costume!” Maggie commented. But there was no convincing him.
They joined the small group of neighbourhood children at the end of the road. Freddy got withering looks from everyone for his pathetic attempt at dressing up and he began to feel awkward. He realised this was not going to impress Linda. But it was too late now.
They called at the first couple of doors. The families beamed at the impressive array of costumes until their eyes set upon Freddy, trying to be invisible at the back. It was clear that everyone thought he was a bit of a party-pooper.
The third house had recently changed hands. Two old ladies had moved in. Well, the children thought of them as old but there were supposedly only in their fifties, though they didn’t wear it well. Usually when a house was bought, the new occupiers renovated and sometimes transformed it. Strangely this house looked more tumbled-down than it did when they bought it. The garden was overgrown. The porch was covered in cobwebs – and not the kind that came from a can especially for Halloween. The obligatory pumpkin heads were placed around the door and a skull mask was propped in the window, indicating that trick or treaters were welcome.
When the door opened the two ladies were suitably dressed in black with witches’ hats, much to the delight of the little kids. They started to dole out the sweeties. When they got to Freddy they stopped. “What kind of costume is that?” Freddy was embarrassed again. “We told him that”, Maggie rubbed it in. “We even offered him some pretty dresses but he said that he wouldn’t dress as a stupid girl!” Freddy was really made to feel tiny as the ladies glared at him.
“Did he now?” Freddy found he couldn’t take his eyes off them. “And why would you think that?”, the taller lady asked. “Because he thinks girls are stupid, obviously”, the other answered. Freddy couldn’t deny it.
“I think we can find you something better.” The shorter lady beckoned Freddy and he followed, much to the surprise of the other children. The other lady continued to give out sweets and asked the children about their costumes, making conversation for a few minutes.
The door opened and Freddy skipped out in a pink gingham dress, flared from breast level which had several layers of fluffy petticoats underneath, he had a wig of ringlets tied up with pink ribbons, he was wearing white tights and had lace trimmed ankle socks and black Mary Janes on his feet.
The children were stunned. Not only could they not believe that Freddy was dressed like a pretty little girl, he seemed very pleased with it. “Oh what a pretty dress”, the taller lady commented. Freddy grinned and curtsied, holding his petticoats out either side. His sisters stood speechless. “Give us a twirl.” Freddy happily obliged and as his petticoats swirled up they revealed very frilly knickers under his dress.
“Well don’t let us keep you.” “Have fun!” The ladies waved them off. Freddy skipped down the footpath, his petticoats swaying, his ringlets dancing, and headed for the next house. The other children had to trot along to catch up wondering what had got into him.
He was first to the next door and eagerly knocked on it. The others were still coming up the driveway when the door was answered. Freddy curtsied excitedly. The adults laughed. “Who is this pretty thing?” Maggie, still disbelieving, introduced him “that’s my brother Freddy!”
They were taken aback, having assumed it was a girl doing a Shirley Temple or something. “Well this boy certainly loves his pretty dress!” Freddy obliged with a twirl.
This continued at each house, the other children actually starting to feel a little miffed at being upstaged so unexpectedly. Freddy was grabbing all the attention, especially when he twirled and showed off his frilly knickers.
When they had covered their local streets, Maggie said “right, off to Linda’s party now”. She thought surely Freddy wouldn’t want to appear in front of Linda dressed as he was. In fact, most of his classmates would be at the party. But he happily skipped along towards Linda’s house. She couldn’t believe it. He would never live it down. How had he gone from despising the idea of wearing a dress to loving it so much?
As he entered the party house, heads turned at the surprisingly elaborate and complete little girl costume. Maggie could see the puzzled looks on faces as people tried to figure out who it was. It was only when Maggie and Chloe stood beside Freddy that the penny dropped. But his friends still couldn’t quite believe that the face looking out from under the ringlets and pink ribbons, the hands holding out the petticoats, the bottom filling the frilly knickers and the feet in the lacey ankle socks belonged to Freddy.
Linda was holding court by the big fireplace. Freddy unbelievably skipped straight towards her. The crowd in the room opened up a path. She looked wide-eyed as that little pest Freddy skipped up towards her in a pretty pink gingham dress and curtsied to her. Her jaw dropped. Then she laughed. “Wow!” She didn’t know what else to say.
Maggie and Chloe caught up with the scene. Maggie almost felt sorry for him now and tried to steer him away from complete humiliation. “The cakes are over at this table”, she told him. Freddy skipped over to the table and took a handful of sweets. He dropped one. He bent over to pick it up and Linda nearly spilled her drink as she saw his copiously frilly knickers. “Oh … my … god!”
Nobody could believe how convincingly Freddy was acting like a little girl. He was certainly giving it the full welly! Maggie decided she should save him any further exposure and told Chloe they should go. Chloe was happy enough with that but Freddy could not be convinced to leave.
Eventually Maggie had to take him firmly by the hand and pull him from the house. “But I DON’T WANT TO GO!!!” he bellowed, bringing the room to a stunned silence. Maggie succeeded in hauling him out the door. He stomped along beside her like a spoiled brat.
She now wondered what was her mother going to say? Freddy ran into the sitting room. “Maggie made me leave the party early!” he complained. Her mother put down her newspaper and stared at her son in the pink dress, ringlets, white tights and lacey socks. How on earth did that happen? She thought she must have dropped off to sleep and was dreaming.
But when a sheepish Maggie appeared behind him, it was clear it was not a dream. “Those women who have just moved in to number 3 dressed him up and I think they did something to him.” Her mother thought about that briefly and seemed unduly satisfied with that explanation. “OK. I’ll phone them.”
A few minutes later the women arrived at the door and his mother ushered them in to the sitting room and carefully closed the door behind them. Freddy looked unsure what was going on. “I thought you were not going to use your powers until you were here at least a year”, his mother whispered to them.
They looked back guiltily at her. “It’s just he was so dismissive of girls”, the taller one explained. “We thought we’d teach him a bit of a lesson.” “We’ll release him from the spell now.”
“Well, just wait a minute”, his mother said, studying him. She tugged at his ringlets experimentally. They seemed real. “We don’t have to rush it. This is mid-term from school”, she mused. The witches looked at each other. “Maybe a week as a girl might teach him something”, his mother continued. The witches smiled. “But perhaps you could take away a little of the enthusiasm.”
The taller witch flicked her fingers at Freddy. He shuddered a little. Then he looked down at his pink dress. “What the …?” He held out his petticoats in shock.
“So let’s think”, his mother considered. “Sunday’s girl is …..?” “Blithe and bonny”, the witches cackled in unison. Freddy looked from one to the other. He became aware of the ringlets dancing at the edge of his vision. He had a horrible thought. He pulled up his short dress at the back and was horrified!
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Whee sage advice there about not mouthing off to people women are dumb. Especially in front of witches on Halloween. Kind of hope he does it again and gets to crawling infant baby girl in an even prettier dress and diaper cover :) Enjoying this hope this is not a oneshot :) Hope you have a good Halloween yourself :)
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DaraJaney, What a story. Witches casting a spell on a boy who has disdain to dressing as a girl. Those witches really turned the table on Freddy. He skipped down the road to all of the houses and then to Linda's party. Once he was dragged from the party, he acted like a petulant little girl. Great story. I really hope that there is more to this story.
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On Sunday morning Freddy was woken by his mother entering his bedroom. “I think this pretty floral dress is quite blithe and bonny enough for you.” Freddy swallowed hard as he looked at the colourful flared dress. Whatever those witches had done to him he was unable to refuse his mother’s orders.
He was soon wearing the dress with lacey patterned white tights and powder blue bows pinned to his ringlets. He was somewhat relieved that the dress came to just above his knees. He stomped away from the mirror in a very boyish way though.
His mother fitted him with shoes that had a three-inch heel and watched him wobble forward in much smaller steps. “Those will make you walk more like a girl dear.” She smiled. “Granny will be pleased when she sees you.”
As they prepared to leave Freddy was not surprised to see his sisters pointedly showing up in slacks and jeans. When he was pushed out the front door his mother bleeped the car locks and he scampered in as quickly as he could. Being seen in a stupid dress on Halloween was bad enough but if his friends saw that he was still wearing a dress, he might as well be dead.
His mother smiled over her shoulder as she fixed her seat belt and checked out her son, sitting in the middle of the back seat, his flared floral dress spread over the knees of his amused sisters.
His granny was delighted by his appearance. He wondered how his wearing a sissy dress and lacey tights would be explained to her but she just exchanged knowing looks with his mother and then gushed over his pretty dress.
They went to a posh hotel for lunch. Even amongst people in their Sunday best, Freddy stuck out like a sore thumb and drew a lot of attention. He was clearly too old for such a pretty dress, ringlets and bows in his hair. He cringed as ladies smiled watching him totter past in his heels. At least it didn’t look as if anyone thought he was a boy in a dress. But to be convincing he had to do his best to mince along like a girl much to the amusement of his sisters in their trainers.
Then they went to the park. Freddy had to scamper along in his heels to keep up. He was sure they were doing it deliberately for their own amusement. There were frequent gusts which left him clutching the skirts of his dress nervously. His sisters were delighted that he was getting a taste of what it was really like to be a girl – having to wear stupid impractical clothes in order to satisfy somebody’s idea of ‘pretty’”
Freddy was so relieved to get home. In his bedroom he carefully extracted the painful heels and sighed heavily sitting on the bed, wiggling his feet in his white tights.
His mother was thinking. “Monday’s child is fair of face. Hmmm.” Freddy gave her a worried look and winced.
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My favorite aspect of this is that everyone at the party saw Freddy quite content about his little girl outfit. In the unlikely event he returns to boy clothes (It is a DaraJaney story, after all) his reputation's already taken quite the hit, no matter how he protests that he did not like dressing as a little girl.
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DaraJaney, I have to agree with Andlat. This was a great chapter and I can't wait for more to this story.
My favorite aspect of this is that everyone at the party saw Freddy quite content about his little girl outfit. In the unlikely event he returns to boy clothes (It is a DaraJaney story, after all) his reputation's already taken quite the hit, no matter how he protests that he did not like dressing as a little girl.
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“So a little rouge on those cheeks and a few other touches will make you fair of face I think”, his mother mused on Monday morning.
It seemed clear that Freddy was going to remain under the witches’ spell for a week at least and had to obey his mother.
Hence, he could not refuse the strawberry shortcake dress she selected for him. It had a single layer of stiff petticoat underneath – the lacey hem of which peeked below his dress. He had to sit in a chair while his mother applied foundation to his face. Maggie brushed pink eye-shadow on him while Chloe was allowed to powder his cheeks a bright red. His mother applied pink lipstick while his sisters took a hand each and painted his nails a sparkly pink.
“The fun fair is in the next town for the school holidays, shall we go there?” his mother asked. His sisters jumped up and down with excitement – “yes, yes!” Normally Freddy would have been just as excited but he didn’t want to go in a pretty dress and all made up.
They hadn’t quite finished with him. Chloe insisted on powder pink tights for him. He looked dubiously in the mirror at how the stiff petticoat made his dress stand out and look shorter on him. It only came halfway to his knees. “Worried about your modesty?” his mother asked. Maggie went to a drawer and found a pair of pink panties with several layers of lace all around. “Here you go.” They watched giggling as Freddy obediently pulled the pink frilly panties up under his petticoat and over his tights.
Once his shoes were on, his mother clapped her hands “all set!” His trousered sisters headed out the door eagerly. Freddy had to be encouraged, clutching his dress nervously as the wind gusted.
At the fun fair his sisters headed straight for a gravity ride that would whirl them around up in the air and almost upside down. Freddy clutched his petticoats instinctively. “Not for you dear?” his mother asked. He waited nervously to see if she was going to order him on. He noticed the large crowd of onlookers and feared what they would see.
“We can find a more suitable ride for you”, his mother concluded as his sisters clambered aboard. One of the neighbouring rides was an easier whirling tea-cups machine. Freddy recalled saying before that it was only for sissies. He looked down at his dress, his ringlets dangling at the edge of his vision and couldn’t deny that it was the most appropriate ride for him in his current state.
He heard his sisters scream excitedly whirling around as he was gently turned about, sitting in the giant tea cup. This was so boring. But the tea cups sped up and he found he had to clutch the sides tightly. Then his petticoat blew up in his face. He was afraid to let go but thought how everyone must be able to see his pink frilly panties so he held tight with his left hand while he pushed his petticoat down with his right. The grinning faces looking on told him all he needed to know.
The carousel was deemed to be the only other ‘ride’ suitable for a girl in a short pretty dress who didn’t want to show off her underwear. His mother helped him into a side-saddle position, smoothed down his petticoat and tugged at some wrinkles in his pink tights.
His sisters clambered on board throwing their legs over the wooden horses sitting astride them. The carousel started and Freddy held on tight with one hand while resting the other on his skirts having learned his lesson from the tea-cups.
As it sped up the lace trim on his petticoat fluttered but he held his dress down firmly. He saw that his mother had taken out a camera. “Smile!” she ordered as he rotated past her. He had to do as told so next time round he looked as if he was delighted to be sitting on a dumb carousel in a strawberry shortcake dress, pink tights, petticoats showing and ringlets flying.
His sisters shouted ‘faster, faster!’ The operator smiled at his big sister Maggie and she winked back. He turned up the speed. Freddy could barely hold on with one hand. “Faster!” Maggie shouted again. Freddy had no choice but to hang on with both hands. His sisters had no such problem sitting properly astride their horses.
Inevitably his petticoat flew up again and he didn’t dare take a hand off the pole. He noticed a group of teenage boys gathering and pointing and laughing each time he flew past.
He was so relieved when his mother decided they had spent enough money. As he sat in the back seat between his sisters, he could see her looking thoughtfully in the mirror. “Tuesday’s girl is …?” She smiled. “… full of grace”.
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Freddy's certainly learning a lesson and the week's barely begun! I'm excited to see how he's made full of grace, as well as what the rest of the week brings.
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Excellent story as usual, DaraJaney. Do have a question though, which really applies to the genre as a whole. Why is Freddy so obsessed with showing off his panties or maintaining any decorum in general? The spell apparently dictates that he follow his mother's orders but she has not ordered him to be decorus and it's doubtful he would know what that meant. Couldn't he effectively resist his mother by acting like a boy? Sure it would be embarrassing at first but he does realize his actions and attire are all due to his mother. He should go for it and behave as poorly as possible for a little girl. Sure she could issue more orders but are they really intending to keep him under a spell for the rest of his life? Also, is the spell effective outside of his mother's proximity? Could he just leave her side after a ride or sneak off in a crowd of strangers and avoid her? Maybe go home on his own and change into his boy clothes and go to a friend's house until the spell wears off in a week.
Definitely not trying to be argumentative and, as the author, you are in control of your work. It would just be interesting to see the limits of the spell and our protagonist testing those limits with some success. After all, spells (suspending disbelief) like everything else are not perfect.
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Freddy woke early on Tuesday wondering what his mother had in store for him today. ‘Full of grace.’ What did that mean? Grace was a girl’s name as far as he was concerned.
His mother made him wear the same short pink dress with petticoats that the witches had put him in on Halloween night. She ordered him to put on white tights and pull the matching frilly knickers on over them. His sisters stood relishing the sight of their brother struggling into tights and obediently pulling on frilly knickers.
“So … off to Madame Patrice’s” his mother declared as Freddy tried to push his short flared dress down as much as possible and Chloe helpfully tied several pink ribbons in his ringlets. Who was Madame Patrice? He suspected that the girls knew from their amused looks.
Once again he sat in the back of the car with his petticoats extending over his sisters’ trouser legs. They pulled up outside a building marked “Madame Patrice’s School of Deportment”. Freddy looked puzzled. His sisters tittered.
It was still early and Mdme Patrice was the only one there. “Ah! Chloe, Maggie! We haven’t seen you here in a long time.” The two sisters looked a little uneasy. “It’s their brother who needs some lessons this time”, his mother pointed out. Mdme Patrice looked down her nose at the mass of pink frills in front of her. “Brother?!” “Yes, he used to think that girls were stupid so we are letting him see from the inside as it were.”
Mdme Patrice seemed quite happy with this. “Excellent! But I am fully booked today. Because it is school mid-term I have many groups all day.” Freddy allowed himself a little grin as his mother looked disappointed.
“Well perhaps he could join some of your groups?” she suggested, wiping the grin off his face. “Yes that is possible”, Mdme Patrice agreed. “So, can we leave him with you then? Pick him up at 6pm?” Freddy’s face dropped. “Bien sur! He can join all of the classes today so!”
“Now girls”, his mother turned away since everything was settled, “would you like to go to the adventure park?” “Oh yes”, they chorused.
Freddy sighed heavily. The adventure park was the best thing for miles around. He loved climbing the ropes and swings. But he had to accept that he would not enjoy it much in his short frilly dress.
The others left him clutching his petticoats nervously. Just then a gaggle of girls came in. Not one of them was over 8 he noted disconsolately. Yet he was the one dressed in the most juvenile fashion in his pink dress, flared from breast level, and his ringlets tied up with pink bows.
He spent an hour and half flouncing around with the real girls, practicing feminine deportment, curtseys, sitting while controlling his petticoats, sitting with his knees pressed demurely together. Every time he curtsied the girls around him giggled. He supposed that he must have been unavoidably flashing his frilly knickers when he held his petticoats out.
As he waited for the next lesson he wondered how it could get any worse. He had his answer almost immediately as a couple of boys arrived in the next group. It was quite clear that they regarded the whole thing as a laugh but having this older ‘girl’ in so short a dress that she regularly flashed her frilly knickers was a real bonus for them.
The first group after lunch included some girls his own age. Initially a little relieved, he soon realised that they just thought it was hilarious to see a teenage girl in ringlets and a frilly pink dress – and when they inevitably glimpsed his knickers they were beside themselves with laughter.
When his mother picked him up at six he had been flouncing around and curtseying almost continuously for eight hours. Mdme Patrice made him demonstrate for his mother and sisters. They were delighted to see him mincing around with his hands held out daintily, holding out his petticoats as he curtsied and carefully gathering his underskirts as he sat.
Even better, they watched as he continued to mince down the street outside and exploded in laughter. Freddy tried to look less like a sissy but found it hard to remember how to walk like a boy and his three-inch heels didn’t help.
“Wednesday’s girl is merry and glad”, his mother recited. The sisters look at their glum brother sitting amongst his petticoats. “That will be an achievement!”
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DaraJaney, This is another great chapter. Freddy is being put through the process of what a girl does on a daily basis. His mom is letting him know what each day will be.
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It certainly seems like Freddy will be quite adept at femininity by the end of his week. What does it mean, I wonder?
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After "grace" training, time for Freddy to re-practice his swagger. Spells/schmells, maybe he should channel his best Freddy Krueger and do a little slashing.
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Ballet class next? Cheerleading?
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Ballet class next? Cheerleading?
I was SO sure that full of grace meant ballet, but deportment class was even better, so I'm quite satisfied.
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On Wednesday morning Freddy was the unhappy recipient of an invitation to a birthday party. It came from an 8-year-old girl who was in one of his deportment classes the previous day. He figured he had managed to conceal the fact that he was a boy – something helped by Mdme Patrice insisting that he flounce around the place like all the real girls.
His mother dressed him in a pink satin party dress with three layers of stiff organza petticoats and pink lace-patterned tights. The dress came almost to his knees which was something of a relief but she made him wear white frilly pettipants which had a couple of inches of leg. If his petticoats tipped up much at all, the frills of his pettipants would likely be seen.
“Not very merry or glad, are we?” his mother asked the very glum boy. She went to make a phone call and a few minutes later the witches appeared.
“Can you make him just as happy to be a pretty little girl as he was on Halloween night? Wednesday’s child is supposed to be merry and glad”. “No please Mum!” Freddy begged. It was bad enough having to dress as a stupid girl but he dreaded people thinking he actually liked it.
But it was too late. The taller witch twitched her fingers in his direction. A smile appeared on Freddy’s face. “Why don’t you show the ladies what you learned at deportment yesterday?”
Freddy curtsied and happily flounced back and forth across the room with his hands held out daintily hovering over his petticoats. “Give us a twirl!” his mother ordered. Freddy held his arms up and twirled. His petticoats swooshed upwards revealing the lower layers of lace on his pink pettipants.
“We are all set for the party!” Maggie just delayed Freddy long enough to pin two big pink bows to his ringlets. “Come along!” Freddy skipped out of the room.
“Where is the party?” Maggie asked. “Just a few streets away”, her mother responded. “Can we accompany him there?” “Of course! Go along now with your sisters!”
Maggie and Chloe opened the front door and Freddy skipped out and down the driveway. They could barely keep up as he flounced along towards the busy main road.
Heads turned and cars slowed down as people wondered about the teenage girl dressed like a much younger child skipping along inanely. Maggie scanned the surroundings hoping that he would be seen by his classmates but none seemed to be around.
On arrival at the party, the birthday girl’s mum was clearly wondering about this odd situation. It was no surprise that the ‘girl’ she had invited was wearing a pretty dress like the previous day or that she was mincing along in an ultra-feminine fashion – given she’d been at deportment class. But her sisters were so different! They were tomboyish if anything. Her little sister seemed so much more mature. She wondered if there was a mental health issue involved.
Maggie and Chloe lingered as long as they could and watched as Freddy joined a gaggle of little girls to play ring-a-ring-a-rosie. He was at least a foot taller than any of the girls and looked much more of a sissy than most of them.
A couple of boys threw their eyes up at the behaviour of the girls. It was clear they would much prefer to be elsewhere. But as the game really got going and the girls twirled and jumped up and down, Freddy’s flying petticoats gave glimpses of his pettipants making the boys snigger.
When Maggie returned to rescue her brother from the party in the evening she noticed that the boys at the party were much more pleased with themselves. She found Freddy squatting on a little child’s chair with three other girls having a doll’s tea party. He was holding a large doll on his knees holding a tiny tea cup up to her lips. He was so enthusiastic about the play that the real girls were giving each other funny looks.
On the way home Maggie saw that some boys from Freddy’s class were kicking a ball about in the park. Freddy skipped his way along quite oblivious to their presence. The boys stopped their game seeing this ‘girl’ in a stupid pink frilly dress. Then they recognised Maggie and the penny dropped. “That’s ….” the boy was speechless and couldn’t complete the sentence. Another said “I’d heard about Halloween but …” They were perplexed.
Freddy had skipped past them in a flurry of petticoats and ringlets before Maggie could really appreciate the scene. She had to run along as she was concerned that he might skip out onto the road.
At home his mother asked about the party. “It was wonderful! We played ring-a-ring-a-rosie and had a doll’s tea party and there was a bouncy castle! I could do somersaults on it!” Maggie was so disappointed to miss him doing somersaults in those petticoats and pettipants but she reckoned she knew now why those boys seemed so pleased with themselves.
“So Thursday’s child is sour and sad”, his mother considered. “Somebody is in for a bit of a mood-swing.”
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Shouldn't be too hard for Freddy to be sour and sad. Surely his mom won't have some sort of sissy twist to reveal.
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Freddy’s mother got the witches to cancel the spell making him happy to be a sissy little girl. There was no need for a spell to make him sour and sad.
His sister Maggie had gone through a Goth phase – unluckily for Freddy. She retrieved some of the clothes from the attic. He was dressed in a red and black plaid skirt over ‘crowded’ layers of petticoats, a white blouse with a black jacket over it but with a lace collar and long lacey cuffs drooping over his hands. He wore black fishnet tights and black boots – which were actually a great deal more comfortable than his shoes with the three-inch heels. She applied lots of black eyeshadow and dark red nail polish along with a spider broach and skull rings. His ringlets were not out of place for the goth look once they had red and black plaid bows pinned to them.
Maggie decided to bring him into the city centre where there was a goth hangout in one of the squares. Freddy was relieved to be able to slouch around and look gloomy which is how he felt. But his deportment training still stuck and he frequently found himself flouncing along which seemed to be only natural given his flowing lace and stiff petticoats.
When their double-decker bus came, Maggie went on first and headed straight upstairs. Freddy was nervous ascending, wondering about the view he was presenting to the boys sitting opposite the stairwell. His attempts to press his petticoats down further met with resistance from the crowded layers.
Descending when they reached their destination was no better. The boys were still there and this time Freddy could see their smirking faces. He tried to go down the stairs as fast as possible but that just made his petticoats and skirt flutter upwards and he was just relieved to get off the bus.
When they arrived in the square Freddy saw the group of goths by the fountain. His appearance was rather tame by comparison to most of them. There were piercings, chains and tattoos aplenty. Some of the girls had some pretty scary make-up – as had some of the boys.
Freddy, as the newbie attracted plenty of attention, while Maggie engaged some of them in conversation. He could see them eyeing up his long lacey cuffs, his plaid skirt poufed up by his petticoats and his fish-net tights. He was still pretty girly compared to most of them.
Maggie introduced him as Frederica “but she prefers Freddy”. “You have your bus fare home”, Maggie told him, indicating the shoulder bag she had given him. “Have fun!” she said as she disappeared before he could plead not to be left alone with them.
Freddy smiled awkwardly at the circle of staring faces. He felt so self-conscious. He didn’t know where to put his hands. The most natural thing seemed to be resting on his ballooning skirt but that was a constant reminder of his petticoated state.
Eventually they decided to go to a café. Freddy went along reluctantly. He could hardly leave so soon after getting there – he was clearly dressed up specially for the occasion.
They chose a booth in the café and were amused at Freddy’s failure to control his petticoats as he slid in between table and seat. Girls started asking him where he got his blouse, his petticoats and how he got his ringlets so stiff. He had the presence of mind to talk about second-hand shops for the clothes but struggled to think how to explain his ringlets. Eventually he just muttered something about his mother doing them.
After the café the groups headed for an arcade of second-hand shops. Freddy just felt awkward as the girls kept asking him about blouses and skirts and tights and jewellery. He struggled to have opinions. His only thought was when he could respectably leave and go home.
When they had exhausted the shops in the arcade he took the opportunity. They were surprised as they obviously expected to spend the whole day together.
He got to his bus stop to see one disappear into the distance. It was an hour until the next one. He wandered the streets but now, on his own, attracted much more attention from passers-by amused at his frills and petticoats. He understood why the goths stuck together.
He was relieved when he got home and in out of public sight. His mother had been pleased that the ‘sour and sad’ effect had been achieved. “Friday’s child is loving and giving. Hmm. That might be a challenge.”
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If my math is correct, Freddy's week as a girl is nearly done. Of course, given his ringlets and, more importantly, his tendency to flounce everywhere, I don't know if Freddy will really be returning to normal at the end of the week. He clearly doesn't get any choice in anything anyway.
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DaraJaney, You never seem to disappoint with each of your chapters. Poor Freddy is going thru a week of learning about what it is like to be a girl. He can't keep from doing all of these activities because of what the witches did to him. Oh to be in his place.
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Freddy’s mother rose to the challenge. On Friday morning she came into his bedroom and hung a girl scout uniform on the back of the door. “The girl scouts are visiting a nursing home today to visit the elderly people and bring them presents! And you will be joining them!”.
Freddy was dressed in the beige skirt and blouse, a yellow neck-tie under his collar with matching ribbons in his ringlets and tan tights. His mother delivered him to the scout’s den where they were met by their group leader. Freddy was unsure whether she knew he was a boy or not so he thought he’d better act like a girl just in case. He straightened his flared skirt as he stood by the car.
“You can pick her up around 6pm” the leader told his mum. Freddy sighed. A whole day dressed like this surrounded by stupid girls. He checked himself. He had to stop thinking that.
He was led into the den where the noise of chattering girls was deafening. It did ease a bit as the leader came in with the new ‘girl’. He found himself being studied from head to toe. He smoothed his skirt down again, tugged the cuffs of his blouse nervously and wondered if his tights were sagging. He looked around grimly, realising that most of the girl scouts wore trousers.
“Before we go to the nursing home we’ll have our sewing practice”, the leader announced. “How is your sewing?” she asked ‘Frederica’. He just shook his head. “We have some beginners over here”, she brought him into a corner where four girls were putting their chairs in a circle. “Freddy here is a complete novice.” Freddy flinched on hearing his correct name used but realised that it could be a girl’s name too.
He thought that some of the girls were looking at him oddly and wondered if they knew but then he realised it was his stupid ringlets. He sat, carefully tucking his skirt in under him and pressing his knees together in what he hoped was a convincingly girlish fashion. He was given a scrap of cloth and the girl next to him tried to show him how to hem it.
He was no more interested in learning how to sew. He was hopeless at it. The girls giggled at his attempts. “When do we go to the nursing home?” he asked, desperate for an end to this pointless endeavour. “The bus will pick us up at 12.” That was still over two hours away! He supposed he’d better pay more attention to his sewing lesson if he was going to be here that long.
The leader was pleased with his final attempt at hemming as Freddy looked at the clock every few minutes desperate for it to be over. Finally they heard the bus arrive and he found himself in the middle of the mob of girls as they jostled to get on.
When they arrived at the nursing home they all selected presents from a sack and went into the lounge where the residents were gathered.
Freddy found a little old lady and approached her with the present. “Oh thank you, little girl!” Freddy blushed. “What pretty ringlets!” Freddy cringed. The girls within earshot giggled. “It’s so nice these days to see a girl who likes looking pretty!” Freddy just wanted to get out of there.
Once they were away from the lady the girls started teasing him. One of them went to pull off one of his ribbons. “Stop!” Freddy protested strongly. If his ribbons were undone he wouldn’t know how to re-do them and might be in trouble with his mother. The girls were amused. “Oh dear! Don’t worry, your pretty little ribbons are still in your stupid ringlets!” Freddy was thoroughly embarrassed at how strongly he protested. He must have looked like a right spoiled little sissy.
Lunch had been arranged. Freddy stood holding his plate of sandwiches as a succession of elderly ladies came and complimented how pretty he looked. He was getting way more attention than any of the real girls who were, of course, dressed quite plainly for a girl scout event. His ringlets and ribbons definitely marked him out for more unwanted attention.
On the bus back, Freddy continued to be mocked by the girls for being an attention seeker playing up to the old ladies. He couldn’t really defend himself. He just wanted to get out of there.
When his mother pulled up outside the hall at 6pm he wanted to run to the car but remembered he needed to show decorum in his skirt. He had to endure a few final jibes as he departed. “Must get home early to set those pretty ringlets!”
His mother smiled over at him as they pulled away. “And, finally, Saturday’s child works hard for a living.” He sighed heavily, holding on that word ‘finally’.
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I feel as though his final day might have longer-lasting effects than he expects. After all, working hard for a living does bring to mind one of the mainstays of a DaraJaney story...
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DaraJaney, Back before I transitioned to Karen, my male self was a girl scout leader. I had a blast. Freddie should have just relaxed and had fun. I guess his ringlets made him a good target for the girls. He really looked "girly." I really enjoy your stories.
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This was an interesting story and a bit of just desserts for Freddy he was constantly reminded that he was the sissy everyday with his sisters wearing trousers the whole time bringing it home that in this situation he was the girl and I loved the mother at the party noticing how mature the little sister was compared to him and the girl scouts with him being one of the few in a skirt and getting all the attention of the old ladies complimenting him on how pretty he was and finally the girls teasing him for his ringlets
I wonder what his mother has planned for Saturday’s child works hard for a living will she be having him do a days work experience as a waitress or have him dressed as a maid and do house work or would his mother be working that day and its take your child to work day that way she could make sure he behaves
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I feel as though his final day might have longer-lasting effects than he expects. After all, working hard for a living does bring to mind one of the mainstays of a DaraJaney story...
Yup lots of tose unlucky boys end up modeling baby cloths, diapers,and some even help test and play with baby bouncers, baby cribs, baby strollers, baby high chairs, and baby playpens. Or he might get to explore explored a baby swing or little baby cradle to sleep in for a naughty little who is too small to crawl and spends her time playiing on her back with baby gyms and toys strung across his strollers and maybe get some tummy time to maybe try to learn to crawl some day if baby is a very behaved baby! We can but hope :)
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Saturday’s child works hard for a living. What if his mom gave him all the material and pattern to make a dress for himself. He has to wear dresses until the Saturday after the dress is completed. He must wear the dress on that Saturday. Of course, he would have to work with his mom to get the skills to make the dress. That should get Freddy working hard to complete the dress before Saturday.
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On Saturday morning Freddy’s mother entered his bedroom. “And your job for today will be …. at the Maid Café!” She held up his black maid’s dress which had thick lace trimming on the hem and puffed sleeves as well as a wide lace collar. Still under the witches’ spell, he had no choice but to allow his mother dress him in it. She tied his full white frilly apron in a big bow at the back and pulled the straps over his shoulders and diagonally across his back.
She made him wear white tights over which he pulled up black bloomers with lace trim and frills across his bottom. He was relieved to see in the mirror that his dress was just long enough to keep his bloomers out of view.
That was until his mother produced the three-layered organza petticoat. Once that was tied around his waist it made his dress stand out more and the frills on his bloomers could now be seen peeking. He also had to wear black knee-high socks which had thick lace trim around the top. He stepped into black platform high heels. She tied up some of his ringlets in a pretty lace headband leaving others dangling at the side.
He was much more heavily made up than before – thick foundation, drawn on eye-brows and eye-liner, pink eye-shadow, blush and long false eye-lashes making him flutter his eye-lids even more than usual. She painted his nails scarlet.
He was driven in to the café early for his training – it didn’t open until lunchtime. His deportment lessons earlier in the week came in handy as he was already accomplished at curtseying – though the lady who ran the café still made him practice it repeatedly. The worse thing was having to smile convincingly while he was flouncing around in his maid’s petticoated uniform, frilly apron, lace-trimmed bloomers, white tights, black socks and high-heeled platforms.
Inevitably Maggie appeared in the afternoon. He nearly died when he saw that she was accompanied by three friends from school. He was, of course, assigned to serve their table.
Maggie said nothing at first, just smiled a little at him. Freddy realised that she was waiting to see if her friends noticed. They looked Freddy up and down as he curtsied and giggled at his sissy uniform and ringlets but there was no sign that they realised who he was – or that he was a boy.
He reckoned he had better be convincing so that he wouldn’t be recognised. In a squeaky voice he outlined the menu options. Maggie had to hide behind her menu as her brother in the sissy dress and petticoats served them.
It seemed to take for ever for them to decide their order while he cringed in his white tights and high heels clutching his order pad. He was relieved to be able to curtsey and get away from them.
As he brought things to their table he tried to walk as smoothly as he could so his petticoats wouldn’t swish about too much and reveal more of his bloomers – possibly even the frills on his bottom.
He felt that he had got away with it. Maggie signalled for him to approach the table. “Could we have vinegar please?” He curtsied and nodded but when he turned around he saw that the row of vinegar dispensers was on the top shelf. He realised immediately what she was up to but he had no choice.
He would like to have held his petticoats down at the back while he reached up but he was holding a tray of empty glasses and couldn’t do that. So he just had to swallow hard and reach up. When he turned to deliver the vinegar the girls all had their hands up to their faces trying not to laugh too hard. Freddy curtsied and left as quickly as he could.
When he brought the bill his sister said to the others “we should give Freddy a good tip” and then she put her hand to her mouth theatrically and said “oops!” “What?!” Her friends all looked at him again. He smoothed his apron and petticoats down as much as he could. “Freddy!” “Oh my god!” “Those frilly bloomers!” “He’s wearing tights!” Freddy could only stand there and cringe.
When his shift was coming to an end he was ordered to wipe down the two window tables before he finished. He cleared away the dirty dishes and reached right over to the far side of the table where there was some spillage. He heard laughter outside. He turned around and saw six boys looking in the window still pointing at his rear end and sniggering.
He looked at the next table. He was going to have to reach right over it too. He took his time clearing the plates hoping that the boys would go away but they were going nowhere. Freddy braced himself and reached in to another explosion of laughter behind. He scampered away as quickly as he could in his high heels.
His mother collected him afterwards and she brought him to the witches’ house. “Well I hope you’ve learned your lesson young man!” Freddy nodded, thoroughly ashamed that he had thought girls stupid.
“Perhaps our little maid could do some cleaning for you before she finishes”, his mother teased. “What a good idea!” She had brought a feather duster specially. Freddy sighed but took the feather duster. “You could start on those cobwebs in the top corner”, his mother suggested. Freddy stomped over grumpily knowing what would happen when he reached up to the corner. “Wait!” the taller witch cried. “Leave them alone! They are not doing any harm.” Freddy was relieved not to have to clean the cobwebs which actually covered much of the room. His mother shrugged.
The witch waved a finger at Freddy and hey presto! He was back in a shirt and trousers and flat shoes! He gave a heavy sigh of relief. His mother sighed with some disappointment. “Oh well, it couldn’t last forever. Let’s go.”
Freddy walked to the door, more than a little surprised. “But this is a Dara Janey story!” he thought. “How come I’m getting back to being a boy?!” He thanked his lucky stars.
[The end]
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Nice story, it would have been nice to see how this experience affected his social life afterwards or if there was any side effects to his experience like having been using deportment lessons for a while
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I'm so tickled by that ending! I suppose when witches get involved, what's a little fourth wall break?
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Poor boy he has to go back to his life waiting for the for his sword of feminized doom to finally and inevitably drop and trap him in some feminized punishment. :)
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I just revisited this story and goodness, it's a wonderful ride