Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Friends,
Does anyone have a copy of this story to share, please? It was published on Betty’s Story Board in May 2002 (the old on.starblvd.net site) but is no longer accessible through the Internet Archive. I corresponded with Susie recently and even she doesn’t have a copy.
Thank you all.
Huggies and kissies,
Shelly
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in have a copy
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Part 1 of 5
Casandra
Author: Johnathan, May/2/2002 00:23:51 [-05 EST]
"I am a witch I tell you" my cousin Casandra said with a hurt look om her
face after one of her "spells" had gone wrong. She had been trying to
change my ten pound note into a fifty pound note, it had turned into a
blank piece of paper. I had called her all the names that I could think
of, she had robbed me of ten pounds with her stupid tricks. "I want that
money back" I told her sharply. "I can't remember the spell" she whined.
"We'll have to sneak into mother's bedroom, that is where she keeps the
spell books" she said at last after I had threatened never to speak to her
again. "But you must promise not to touch anything, mother would be
furious if she knew we had been in there. There are some very dangerous
things in her room, especially for you as you do not have magical powers"
she said seriously. "Neither do you" I guffawed waving the blank piece of
paper. Minutes later we were in her mothers bedroom. It was kind of creepy
and I examined some of the strange things in there whilst Casandra
searched for the spell books. Most of the things looked like they were out
of an antique store, and I realised that her mother was no more a witch
than her daughter, she just liked to pretend she was. Then I froze, as I
had passed a full length mirror, I didn't see my reflection, but what I
did see made my heart jump. I was looking at a little girls room, it was
decorated in all shades of pink, there was pink cartoon print wall paper
and matching curtains, there was a white rocking horse stood by the french
windows. There was a pink vanity unit with ribbons and make-up and three
smiling baby dolls sat on the flat top, there was a full length mirrored
wardrobe, it was open and I could see the rows of pretty little girl
dresses inside. And right in the middle of the room was a large pink cot.
I had seen this room many times before, in my dreams. My favourite fantasy
was to be forced into a room exactly like this, to be forced to wear
little girls clothes, to be forced to play with dolls and other little
girls, to be forced to live my life in frilly party dresses, even though I
was actually a sixteen year old boy. I dreamed that my mother and two
younger sisters, Sharon ana Patricia, turned me into a little girl for the
rest of my life. Here I was staring into a mirror that was reflecting my
dreams, not my image, I could hardly breath, my heart pounded. "What are
you staring at" Casandra asked walking over. "Can't you see" I said my
face bright red with embarresment knowing that her next question would be
about the little girls room and then I would have to tell her about my
wish to be a little girl. "No I can only see you and I, why are you
blushing" she giggled. "Mother calls that the mirror of dreams, she says
you can look into it and see your favourite dream. She also says it is not
only a mirror of dreams, it is a window as well" Casandra told me. "What
does she mean?" I asked. "She said that you can step into your dream world
through the mirror, as if it were an open window" Casandra explained "now
where are those spell books?" As she brushed past me she knocked the
mirror slightly, it turned, so did the view of the room, I could see the
pink door, it was slightly open. Hanging on the door was the prettyest
party frock any little girl could wish for, it was pink taffetta, it had a
frilly white collar, it had a wide pink silk sash, and it was so short the
masses of petticoats that were sewn underneath could clearly be seen. My
lips and mouth were dry, I had dreamed of wearing that very dress last
night as I played with myself in bed. I had climaxed when my mother and
sisters had put me in it, put my frilly knickers on me, my frilly ankle
socks and Mary Jane shoes and announced they were taking me to the youth
club to show all my friends what a pretty little girl I was, especially my
girlfriend Jennifer. "No mummy, no mummy" I cried as I exploded into my
underpants "I don't want to be a little girl".
Now here I was looking at that very dress, I had to touch it, I stepped
closer my heart beating wildly, I tried to touch the mirror, amazingly my
hand disappeared into the room. I snatched it back, the scene was still
the same. I plunged my hand in again, this time right up to my shoulder, I
couldn't feel anything. Curiosity got the better of me, I pushed my head
into the mirror. It was amazing, it was just like her mother had said, I
was looking through a frameless window, into the room of my dreams. The
dress was so close I could almost reach it, I stepped through the mirror
with one leg, I was almost there. I took a deep breath and put my other
leg through, I was now standing in the room, I could touch the cot, it was
a pink wooden barred babies cot, only much larger. I stepped forward, I
had to have that dress, "I'll take it back with me" I decided, after all
it was my dream so it must have been my dress. Suddenly I tripped and
landed in a heap on the floor with a clatter, I looked down to see Jemima
the big rag doll I had always dreamed about between my feet, I picked her
up "You beauty" I laughed. "He's upstairs mother" I heared my sister's
voice calling out, "He must be hiding in his new room" my other sister's
voice giggled. "Come on girl's lets go and find your little sister" my
mothers voice joined in, and I heared them running up the stairs. Panic
welled up inside me, I pulled the dress from the door and turned to get
back through the window, the sound of running feet and female laughter
getting closer by the second. I could still see Casandra's mother's
bedroom, but the window seemed to be shrinking. I bolted for it, dropping
Jemima. I stooped to pick her up, keeping my eye on the window was as it
got smaller, panic welling up inside me. "No, no, no" I cried out as I
threw Jemima through the small opening and proceeded to lift myself up.
Casandra appeared in front of me grinning "Help me Casandra" I shouted.
She offered her hand, I could hear my mother and my sisters at the door. I
took Casandra's hand and she began to pull me through, I was saved. "Bye
bye David" she grinned evily "have a nice life, as a little girl" she
laughed as she released her grip and I fell backwards "No no no" I wailed.
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Part 2 of 5
Author: Johnathan, May/2/2002 11:56:18 [-05 EST]
The door burst open and I was surrounded by my family. I laid flat on my
back, winded by my fall, looking up at my mother who had a wide grin on
her face. Sharon my 14 year old sister who was laughing loudly and
Patricia who could not stop giggling. "I see you have found your new room
David" mother laughed "I hope you like it, it's where you will be sleeping
from now on". "He's found his new clothes too mother" Sharon laughed as I
clutched on to the pink party frock. "He must want to be a little girl
mother, look how he hugs his pretty dress" Patricia had another fit of
giggles. "Well let's not disappoint him girls, let's get our little girl
dressed" mother sneered pulling me up to my feet. "Then we'll take him
out" Sharon said "to let all his friends see what a pretty little girl he
really is". "But we'll have to be back by 6.00. Little girls his age are
always put to bed very early" Patricia guffawed. So it was, two hours
later I was dragged into the youth club wearing my pink party frock, my
pink frilly bloomers, my frilly ankle socks and my May Jane T-bar shoes.
My hair had been dyed blonde, permed into ringletts and a pink ribbon tied
into the curls in a big bow. A set of long black false eyelashes had been
super-glued to my eyelids that now had pink eyeshadow dusted on them, my
lips were crimson red with thick lipstick and shaped in a perfect cupids
bow. I looked like the epitome of simpering little girlhood as I fiddled
nervously with the hems of my short skirts, pressed my bare knees together
and cried tears of utter shame and humiliation as my friends all gathered
around me mocking me for allowing myself to be turned into a little girl.
Jennifer led the taunts as she fussed with my puff sleeved frock. "What a
pretty little girl you make David, this dress really does suit you, don't
you agree gang" she laughed. They all cheered in agreement. "You should
have told us that you wanted to be a little girl sooner, we would have
understood, we would have let you play with your dollies with all the
other little girls instead of hanging out with us big kids" "I don't want
to be a little girl" I sobbed "please let me go" "Not a chance David, you
are going to be the prettyest, sissyest, simpering little girl in town,
but unlike all the other little girls that you will be forced to play
with, you will never be allowed to grow up" Phil Slattery guffawed, he was
my biggest rival at school, we hated each other. "And those frilly little
girl knickers are so you" Jennifer giggled "only two nights ago you were
trying to get into my panties, now you've got your own". She was refering
to our date two evenings ago when I had forced my hand up her skirt, she
had begged me to stop and tried to fight me off, but couldn't. She had to
submit to my superior male strength and allow me to fondle her against her
will. "Grab his arms Phil" Jennifer said. Phil forced my arms behind my
back and held them tightly, Jennifer put her hand up my dress, into my
frilly drawers and grabbed my privates. I gasped in pain "Now you know
exactly what it feels like to have a unwelcome hand in your knickers don't
you David" she laughed. "Let me go you're hurting me" I wailed. "Is the
big rough boys and girls hurting you then" Sharon sneered, she produced a
babies dummy and pushed it into my mouth. Another peal of laughter filled
the youth club as I suc-ked furtively on my dummy. "Look at him he's
actually suc-king it like a baby" Karen screamed, Karen was Jennifers best
friend "he should be in nappies and baby dresses". "And he will be" mother
informed her "he will be wearing a nappy and baby clothes every night from
now on, he will be put to bed in his cot at 6.00 every night. " "He has a
cot" she howled. "And a pram and a playpen" Patricia joined in "for when
he has been naughty, anytime he throws one of his childish tantrums he
will be forced to be a baby girl for a month. You should see the baby
dresses and frilly baby pants he has". "I can't wait" Karen giggled. "I'll
put him in his nappies and one of his baby dresses tomorrow and bring him
here in his pram if you like" Patricia smiled. They did like, everyone
wanted to see me in nappies, baby girls clothes and strapped in a pram.
"What will you be wearing for school on Monday, David? Do you want to
borrow my gymslip?" Jennifer asked to a howl of laughter, as she removed
her hand from my knickers. "That is very kind of you Jennifer, but David
is much too young to wear schoolgirls clothes even though he would look
very cute in them. I'm afraid David will not be attending your school any
longer" mother informed them, they all let out a groan of disappointment,
"but you will get to see him every day in his pretty little girl clothes
as he will be attending the nursery school opposite your school". They all
laughed "With all the real little girls and boys" Karen howled. "Of course
Karen, he starts on Monday" mother laughed with the mocking crowd. "Well
he was useless at school anyway" sneered Phil "now he will have to learn
his A, B,C's all over again in a class full of real little boys and girls.
You should be at home in that company". He put his arm around Jennifers
waist "Get your hands off her Slattery" I shouted spitting my dummy out
"she is my girlfriend not yours". "How could I ever go out with a
simpering sissy that wears little girls clothes and nappies at night"
Jennifer guffawed pushimg my dummy back into my mouth "Phil is my
boyfriend now David, he is a real man unlike you, but we will promise to
come and babysit you when your mother takes your sisters out" she laughed.
"That is very kind of you Jennifer. I wonder if you would like to come
tomorrow night? I want to take the girls to the cinema, only it starts at
7.00 and he will be in his cot by then" mother asked. "On one condition"
Jennifer grinned. "Name it" mother smiled. "You let me put him in his
nappies and baby clothes and give him his bottle" she laughed. "Isn't that
the baby sitters job" mother laughed too.
I was eventually taken home, tears pouring down my cheeks as every one we
saw stopped and laughed at me in my little girls outfit. After a dinner of
disgusting baby food, fed to me in a highchair by Sharon and a babies
bottle full of very sweet warm baby milk. I was informed that this was all
I would be getting to eat and drink each day from now on so I had better
get used to it. I was bathed by mother then I was pinned into a thick
towelling nappy. I was dressed in a baby nighty, frilly baby pants,
bootees, mittens and a frilly baby bonnet. My dummy was secured into my
mouth with ribbons and I was put into my cot. The cot had a lid which
mother locked into place, she and my two sisters had one last laugh at me
before they left me crying in the dark. I lay there sobbing, wondering how
this could be happening, I was trapped in my own fantasy. I had dreamed of
being humiliated in this way by my family in front of my friends and had
been turned on by it. But fantasy and reality were so different, I got no
sexual kick from this, all I felt was extreme and utter humiliation. Every
aspect of my fantasies had come true so far and as I thought of what else
might happen to me I burst into further tears of self pity. The next day
my sisters kept their promise, I was put into a very pretty frilly baby
frock, pinned into my nappy, this was covered with the frillyest pair of
plastic lined baby pants I had ever seen. I still had frilly ankle socks
on, but my shoes were high sided baby shoes, I was buckled into a set of
baby reins, and put into my big black pram. My reins were locked into
place, "So baby doesn't fall out" Sharon laughed and once my bonnet was in
place they took me for a walk. I begged them not to take me outside like
this, they just laughed and pushed my pram into the street and called all
the neighbours out to see me. Then it was on to the youth club to be
laughed at by all my friends again. As it was Sunday, there was a football
game, I should have been playing, instead I had to watch "the big boys"
playing whilst Jennifer held my pram handle. Later that day, Jennifer and
Karen came to babysit me, I was sat on the floor of my playpen playing
with my rattle when they came in. All the women crowded around my play pen
laughing at "the big baby playing with his rattle" as I looked up at them
crying, suc-king on my dummy for comfort. I felt like a baby as I looked up
at their laughing faces, helpless in my baby prison. Jennifer and Karen
took me to my nursery and got me ready for "beddy-byes". They bathed me in
a heavily perfumed tub of luke warm water, dried me, then put me in a
clean nappy. "I bet you never thought you'd be wearing one of these again"
Karen laughed as she handed my nappy to Jennifer. "Or that your
ex-girlfriend would be putting you in it" Jennifer laughed. "Could you
imagine having to wear nappies again Jen.?" Karen sneered "Yuk". "I
certainly couldn't. I'd rather die than have to wear one of these" she
giggled as she pinned the white towelling on me "but then again we are
grown ups, not a baby like him". Jennifer took hold of my flaccid pen-is
between her fingers and sprinkled it with baby powder "Poor David, your
manhood is never going to be used for anything other than doing your
wee-wees" she mocked as it turned white due to the talc-um powder "he is a
virgin you know Karen, he admitted that to me the other night". "All
little girls are virgins Jen. Hewill never know what it is like to make
love to a woman, that pleasure is for adults, not babies like him" Karen
laughed. "So instead of being inside me where it might have been if you
hadn't been such a sissy" Jennifer giggled as she pulled my nappy between
my legs "the only place your little soldier will be is in your pretty
knickers or your nappy". Securely pinned up I was put into my baby nighty
and after Jennifer had given me my bottle I was locked in my cot. They
both looked down at me "I think he would look a lot more girlish with a
little make-up" Karen observed "but he cries that much it would always
need repairing". "Not if it is tattooed on him" Jennifer grinned "Marylin
at the beauty shop is an expert at cosmetic tattooing, she could give him
some very girlish eyebrows, some very sweet eye shadow, and a pair of deep
red lips in a perfect cupids bow". "But isn't that permanent" howled Karen
"even laser treatment cannot remove it from such sensitive areas" "Well
his little girl status is permanent isn't it?" Jennifer laughed "I'll make
him an appointment for next Saturday, we'll take him in his prettyest
party frock". Again I cried myself to sleep as another aspect of my
humiliation fantasies was about to come true.e window shrank, the last thing I saw was Casandra's laughing face.
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Part 3 of 5
Author: Johnathan, May/14/2002 05:48:05 [-05 EST]
I still had frilly ankle socks on, but my shoes were high sided baby
shoes, I was buckled into a set of baby reins, and put into my big black
pram. My reins were locked into place, "So baby doesn't fall out" Sharon
laughed and once my bonnet was in place they took me for a walk. I begged
them not to take me outside like this, they just laughed and pushed my
pram into the street and called all the neighbours out to see me. Then it
was on to the youth club to be laughed at by all my friends again. As it
was Sunday, there was a football game, I should have been playing, instead
I had to watch "the big boys" playing whilst Jennifer held my pram handle.
Later that day, Jennifer and Karen came to babysit me, I was sat on the
floor of my playpen playing with my rattle when they came in. All the
women crowded around my play pen laughing at "the big baby playing with
his rattle" as I looked up at them crying, suc-king on my dummy for
comfort. I felt like a baby as I looked up at their laughing faces,
helpless in my baby prison. Jennifer and Karen took me to my nursery and
got me ready for "beddy-byes". They bathed me in a heavily perfumed tub of
luke warm water, dried me, then put me in a clean nappy. "I bet you never
thought you'd be wearing one of these again" Karen laughed as she handed
my nappy to Jennifer. "Or that your ex-girlfriend would be putting you in
it" Jennifer laughed. "Could you imagine having to wear nappies again
Jen.?" Karen sneered "Yuk". "I certainly couldn't. I'd rather die than
have to wear one of these" she giggled as she pinned the white towelling
on me "but then again we are grown ups, not a baby like him". Jennifer
took hold of my flaccid p_nis between her fingers and sprinkled it with
baby powder "Poor David, your manhood is never going to be used for
anything other than doing your wee-wees" she mocked as it turned white due
to the talc-um powder "he is a virgin you know Karen, he admitted that to
me the other night". "All little girls are virgins Jen. Hewill never know
what it is like to make love to a woman, that pleasure is for adults, not
babies like him" Karen laughed. "So instead of being inside me where it
might have been if you hadn't been such a sissy" Jennifer giggled as she
pulled my nappy between my legs "the only place your little soldier will
be is in your pretty knickers or your nappy". Securely pinned up I was put
into my baby nighty and after Jennifer had given me my bottle I was locked
in my cot. They both looked down at me "I think he would look a lot more
girlish with a little make-up" Karen observed "but he cries that much it
would always need repairing". "Not if it is tattooed on him" Jennifer
grinned "Marylin at the beauty shop is an expert at cosmetic tattooing,
she could give him some very girlish eyebrows, some very sweet eye shadow,
and a pair of deep red lips in a perfect cupids bow". "But isn't that
permanent" howled Karen "even laser treatment cannot remove it from such
sensitive areas" "Well his little girl status is permanent isn't it?"
Jennifer laughed "I'll make him an appointment for next Saturday, we'll
take him in his prettyest party frock". Again I cried myself to sleep as
another aspect of my humiliation fantasies was about to come true.
The next day, I found myself being taken to The Lollipop Nursery for
little boys and girls. I was dressed in a very pretty party frock of pale
pink. I had matching ribbons in my ringletts, matching frilly knickers and
my frilly ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes completed my childish outfit. As
I was the new little girl, I was put into the class for three year olds, I
had to stand in front of twenty giggling little boys and girls, curtsey
and tell them my name. "He's a boy" they all screamed as I told them my
name was David, "a boy in a dress, the big sissy" they all called. I burst
into tears. The teacher Miss Jackson was not much older than me, she was
eighteen, she pushed a dummy in my mouth and pinned it to my frock with a
pink ribbon. "You will s_ck your dummy for the rest of the day, we don't
like babies in our class do we children?" she sneered. "No Miss" the class
laughed. "You will be attending this school for the rest of your life
David, if you continue in this babyish manner I will have no option but to
send you to the nursery where you will be put into a nappy" Miss Jackson
informed me "Now go to your desk" I sat in the front of the class on a
childs chair, my bare legs sticking up in the air, it was most
uncomfortable, these chairs and desks were designed for little children
not 16 year olds. My frilly knickers offered very little in the way of
padding and my bottom ached by the time play time came. I was given a
skipping rope and told to go with the other little girls, they would teach
me how to skip. The nursery playground could easily be seen from my former
school and I could see all my old class mates, including Jennifer,
laughing at me as I skipped with the other little girls, reciting skipping
rhymes as the rope turned. I hated every second of my new nursery school
life, but my home life was no better. I had to stand at my old school
gates holding my mothers hand, all the other mothers laughing at me, and
wait for Sharon and Patricia to walk me home from school. Once home it was
into my highchair, fed my babyfood and baby milk, then I was allowed to
watch television for an hour before going to bed. I had to suffer through
a hour of tele-tubbies and other childish programmes before being put into
my nappy and being locked into my cot. I reflected on my position as I lay
there sobbing. My first day at nursery school was one hundred times more
humiliating than I had imagined it. The last time I had imagined myself in
front of a laughing class of little boys and girls in my pretty frocks, I
had the most wonderful orgasm, especially when Miss Jackson made me
curtsey and announce to the class my boy's name. But the shame I felt when
it actually happened was overwhelming, I felt my knees buckling as all the
children mocked me, there was no sexual excitement, just intense
embarresment. I had to get out of this situation, I don't know how, but I
knew that things were going to get a lot worse for me, I was regretting
having such extreme fantasies.
True to thier word Jennifer and Karen took me to the beauty parlour. I was
the centre of laughing female attention as I was led in on my baby reins
wearing a very pretty baby outfit complete with nappies and frilly baby
pants. How the women laughed as I was strapped into one of the chairs, a
surgical collar fixed around my neck so I couldn't turn my head, while
Marylin prepared for my cosmetic tattooing. I watched in pain and horror
as she turned my face into an exact replica of a baby dolls. My eyebrows
were thin arched lines above my eyes, my eye lids shaded in a very pale
pink, my lips a deep ruby red. My lips were shaped in a perfect cupids
bow, and the swelling due to the tattooing gave me a little girl pout,
which caused great hilarity among the customers and staff. "I've used a
very special tattooing ink" Marylin told them "it will not fade or wear
off with time, once the swelling has gone down, his make-up will be
perfect forever". To celebrate I was taken to Macdonalds, where Phil
Slattery and Stuart West, Karens boyfriend, were waiting. While they had
burgers I was given a babies bottle to s_ck, the staff at Macdonalds were
only to glad to prepare a sickly sweet baby milk for me. I was made to sit
on the little toadstools with two other little girls who giggled at me for
wearing nappies. "Look at that big girl, she's dressed as a baby' one of
them whispered, I burst into torrents of tears as I suc-ked on my bottle.
"Miss your baby is crying" one of the little girls laughingly told
Jenifer. "He's probably wet his nappy" Jeniffer told her. The little girl
burst into fits of giggles "Mummy, mummy this is a boy in a baby frock"
she shouted to her mother, informing everyone in the restaurant at the
same time "and he has wet his nappy". The shop exploded into ribald
laughter. I made my mind up, I had to escape, I would run away, to where I
don't know, I just needed the opportunity, that would be the hard part for
since I had been in this humiliating world I was always supervised by
someone, as little children are, or I was locked securely into my pram,
playpen or cot when I was left on my own.
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Part 4 of 5
Author: Johnathan, May/15/2002 03:29:16 [-05 EST]
Later that afternoon when I was back at home in my playpen trying to break
free of the leather reins that held me in place, I cursed the strength of
the baby restrainer, and cursed myself for being too weak to break out of
my infantile prison. I stopped my struggling when mother walked in "You
have a visitor David" Casandra followed her, grinning from ear to ear, she
was carrying a paper bag. "Aunty Casandra has come to see her little baby
niece" mother laughed leaving us alone. "Hello David, how do you like
living your fantasy, is it as exciting as you thought it would be" she
giggled "I've brought you a present". She pulled Jemima out of the bag
"You remember her don't you? You threw her to me just as the window to
your dreams closed" she asked with the same evil grin on her face as she
had when she had let my hand go. "Casandra you have got to help me. You
have got to get me out of here" I cried, ecstatic that she had come, I
quickly realised she was not part of this fantasy world, bringing Jemima
proved it beyond doubt. "But I thought this is what you wanted David,
intense humiliation at the hands of laughing females really turns you on,
does't it?" she said. "Not any more. I hate being a little girl, I hate
being treated like a baby. Please I beg you Casandra you are the only one
that can get me out of this" I wailed. "You are right there David, I am
the only one that can get you out of your little girl fantasy, as I am the
one who put you in here. I am also the only one that knows you are trapped
in this fantasy world" Jennifer explained. "But isn't every one missing me
in the real world?" I was confused. "No David, the real you is still
there, only he doesn't have your strange fantasies any more. He is living
a normal life, still going out with Jennifer, still going to school and
still being very popular with all of his friends" Casandra told me "It's
only you that is trapped here, and only I know about it". "Then you must
help me" I begged "I want my normal life back". "Well there lies the
problem David" she grinned. "Oh don't say you can't do it" I wailed. "Oh
yes I could take you back, look" Casandra waved her hand and the window
into her mother's bedroom appeared, she waved again and it was gone. "You
see David I can let you go back anytime I want." she smiled mischieviosly
"You do admit now that I am a witch don't you?" "Yes" I answered, she had
convinced me of that fact, and I was distraught that the window had once
more closed. "And as you know witches are not the nicest of people,
everything that is written about witches describes them as evil, and it is
true David" she laughed. "Well the way witches increase their powers is to
perform magic, black magic. If a witch does something particularly nasty,
her powers increase accordingly. She took a piece of blank paper out of
her pocket "Watch" I observed the paper turn into a ten pound note, my ten
pound note. "Do you remember how I couldn't do this before" she laughed as
it then turned into a fifty pound note before my eyes. "and this is only a
little of my new powers" she said proudly "and it's all thanks to you
David. Because I was responsible for trapping you in this world of total
humiliation I have increased my powers tenfold". "Well now you have them
you can let me go back" I said hopefully. "The problem is David as your
powers increase when you do anything particularly nasty, so they decrease
when a witch perfoms magic for good" she laughed. "B..b..but you have got
to help me" I cried. "You can understand my dilema David, do I let you out
of your playpen and let you escape this world of female domination and
have my new found powers diminish, or do I leave you here to be laughed at
in your little girl and baby clothes for the rest of your life and keep my
status as young witch of the month. What would you do David if you were in
my shoes, instead of your bootees" she mocked. "P.p.please you have got to
help me" I broke down and wept bitterly. "You are right David, I will help
you, after all you are my cousin and I owe it to you to see that you get
exactly what you want" she smiled. "Oh thank you Casandra, thank you" I
grovelled. She took several sheets of paper out of the paper bag "I found
these in your old room, let me read them to you" she grinned and read it
out aloud. "My mother and sisters loved my new status as a little girl and
if I did not perform exactly like the little girl they had dressed me as
then I was severely spanked until I blubbed like a real baby. They didn't
care who saw my punishment, in fact the more witnesses there were the
better as far as they were concerned. It gave them imense pleasure to
lower my frilly knickers in front of Jennifer, my girlfriend, and Phil
Slattery my hated rival at school. How they laughed as they watched me
being spanked by my younger sister" she read an extract from one of the
many fantasy stories I had written. "It seems like you will have a very
sore bottom from now on David" she laughed as she waved her hand through
the air "No Casandra please help me to escape" I whined pulling
desperately at my reins. "All of a sudden all my male strength vanished, I
was as weak as a kitten, even a real little girl could handle me now and I
wouldn't have the strength to stop her. I found that I wasn't even strong
enough to unfasten my own nappy pins never mind the simple clips that held
my reins in place. I couldn't climb out of my playpen or my cot without
assistance from mother or Sharon or Patricia". Casandra waved her hand
again after reading another passage from another story and I felt my
strength drain away, even though I strained against my reins with all my
might, the leather straps were not put under any stress I felt as weak as
a baby.
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Part 5 of 5 (last)
Author: Johnathan, May/15/2002 07:11:18 [-05 EST]
"No,no,no please Casandra, don't do this". She ignored me and continued to
read. "One of my worst humiliations was when mother arranged for me to
stay at the local maternity home. The young nurses begged her to let them
look after me saying it would do me good to be with real babies. How they
laughed when I was taken on to the maternity ward. I was stripped down to
my nappy and put into a huge plastic viewing cot that new babies are put
into just after they are born and put with the rest of the babies. A band
was fixed on my wrist to tell anyone that cared to look at the big baby in
his nappy and baby pants that my name was Baby David, Sex-Female. All the
visitors to the ward howled when they saw me with the real babies but
worse was to come, as all the new mothers had plenty of excess breast milk
it was decided that instead of drawing it off with a breast pump as
normal, the new big baby could drink it instead. I could do nothing to
stop them as I was placed on the grinning womens' laps and forced to
breast feed like a real baby. I was kept there for the whole summer
holidays, while mother took my two sisters abroad, six humiliating weeks
of being treated like a new born baby girl. The nurses begged mother to
take me again so it was decided that from then on all my nursery school
holidays would be spent at the maternity hospital" Casandra laughed "my
but you do have a vivid imagination David, do you think that this could
actually happen" she scoffed. "It's only a story" I sobbed. "You are
forgetting this is fantasy land where all your dreams come true David,
unfortunately for you, your mother is on the phone now talking to Sister
Metcalf her old friend at the maternity hospital arranging for your stay
on the maternity ward". She waved her hand. "Oh no please Casandra, I
don't want to be treat as a new born baby, I don't want to be breast fed.
I'm a 16 year old boy" I sobbed, hardly able to raise my hand to wipe my
tears I was that weak. "Not any more David" she giggled."Now I do like
this passage" she cleared her throat "For some amazing reason I found that
I had to obey any order I was given, no matter how humiliating. Even
though I fought against it, I had to do exactly as I was told. I was
completely at their mercy now. I was told I could no longer walk normally,
but had to take the tiniest of steps almost on my tip-toes, I looked
ridiculous, a 16 year old boy mincing around like a little girl but I
couldn't help it, I would be forced to walk like that for the rest of my
life. And to my horror I was told that every time before I spoke I had to
drop the prettyest curtsey any little girl would be proud of, then after I
had said whatever it was I was going to say, I had to curtsey again. I
found myself bobbing up and down all day long as my tormentors asked me
questions just so they could see me curtsey like a little girl" Casandra
laughed shaking her head, "the thought of a grown boy mincing around like
that and curtseying all the time just cracks me up". She waved her hand.
"Let's see what you look like David" she grinned unlocking my reins and
dragging me out of my playpen, I was too weak to stop her. "Walk to the
wall and back David" she ordered. Against my will I dropped a pretty
curtsey 'Yes Miss Casandra" I said and curtseyed again, she threw her head
back and laughed as I minced on my tip-toes, one hand on my on my hip the
other limp wristed in front of me. I felt and looked ridiculous as I
minced up and down the room in a very effeminate manner, curtseying for
her amusement. "That is very good David. Jennifer and Phil will love to
see your little girl walk I'm sure" she laughed wiping a tear of mirth
from her eye. "Let's read on shall we, I haven't got to the best bits
yet". I curtseyed "Yes Miss" I said curtseying again, inside I was
screaming for her to stop but could not resist her suggestions. "My throat
felt like it was frozen and my tongue was on fire, amazingly when I talked
my voice now sounded just like Shirley Temple's and I had a very bad lisp.
But worst was to come although I sounded exactly like a little girl when I
was dressed in my party frocks, when I was put into nappies I lost the
ability to speak altogether, instead of the words I was trying to say,
only baby gurglings came out of my mouth" she grinned. "NO,NO NO" I
screamed at the top of my voice, as she waved her hand slowly.
"CASANDR...G..G..GA-GA GOO-GOO-GOO GA" my voice changed to that of a
baby's, and though I knew what I was trying to say only undistinguishable
baby talk emanated from my red lips. Casandra laughed evily at my baby
babblings. "Suddenly I lost control of my bladder, I knew if I wasn't put
on my potty within seconds then I would wet myself. my little girl status
would be obvious to everyone as I stood there and wet my knickers, it
didn't matter when I wore nappies of course, but the effect of actually
wetting myself without the control to stop it accelerated my return to
infant status" she read out as she waved her hand again. "Ga-ga
goo-goo-goo ga" I gurgled tears streaming down my cheeks as I wet nappy.
"Has the little baby girl wet her nappy then" Casandra revelled in her
power over me. I curtseyed "Ga-ga goo-goo-goo-ga" I sobbed curtseying
again. "Now we get to my favourite passage" Casandra grinned evily. "When
I came around from my operation, the nurses removed my blood stained
nappy. My head was raised so I could see what they had done to me. I
stared in disbeleif at my crutch, my privates had been removed. Instead
there was the mounds of a perfect female's sex. I was a little girl" she
laughed waving her hand. I fell to the floor screaming in pain clutching
my benappied crutch. It felt as though my privates were being ripped from
my body as I writhed in agony. She stood above me, laughing as the pain
subsided, "Shall we see what the baby has between her legs" she said. I
could not resist as she pulled my frilly baby pants down and unpinned my
wet nappy. "Lift your skirts out of the way and look at your self David"
she ordered unable to control her amusement. I gasped at the sight before
me. My male privates had gone, just as in my story, I had a girls sex. I
broke into uncontrollable tears. "Well David I've helped you as much as I
can for this visit" she laughed "I'm going to have to go now". I
invoulantary stood up, curtseyed "Pweath Mith don't weave me here. I don't
want to be a wittle girl any more" I lisped in my high pitched voice.
Because I was no longer wearing a nappy I could talk like a little girl. I
curtseyed after my speech. "You're right David it would be too cruel to
leave you here like this, woudn't it" she said sympathetically "now lie on
your nappy and let me pin you into it, we don't want any accidents before
I take you back.". I bobbed a curtsey "Yeth Mith" I squeaked bobbing again
relief sweeping over me as she agreed to release me from my humiliating
fantasy world. I lay on the floor, legs splayed, skirts raised ready for
her to pin me into my nappy. "Now David, this is your last chance to get
back to your former life, the window of dreams will only ever appear three
times, even I cannot open it again" she said with a serious look on her
face. "I want you to agree that I am the wickedest witch you could ever
meet, that will increase my powers tenfold" she smiled "then you can ask
me very nicely to take you back to reality, and I promise you I will" she
smiled. I motioned to stand up, I was compelled to curtsey before I spoke,
she held me down saying it didn't matter on this occasion. "Pweath Mith
Cathandwa you are the motht wicked witch anyone could ever meet" I
squeaked, a strange effect came over her and I could see the power surging
through her. She broke into an evil laugh as she slowly pulled my nappy
between my legs, I cleared my throat as my mouth was so dry "pweath Mith
Cathadwa, I don't want to be a wittle girl for the west of my wife,
pweath, pweath take me b..b..b..g..g..goo..goo..goo-goo ga ga-ga-ga" My
voice turned into that of a babies again as she brought the nappy
together. "What was that you asked David, can I what, can I take you
where?" she giggled. "Ga ga-ga goo-goo-goo" I gurgled, trying to repeat my
request to leave this world of humiliation. "You will have to stop talking
like a baby David if you want me to understand you, take off your nappy
and talk properly" she laughed. I could not undo the pins GA GA
GOO-GOO-GOO" I screamed in panic. "I'm sorry David, I can't understand a
word your saying, now s_ck your dummy like a good baby, do not spit it
out, now nod your head, do you want me to leave you here" she said pushing
my dummy back in, I tried to shake my head, to say no, but her command was
for me to nod my head, I could not resist, against my will I nodded my
head. "So you want to stay here for the rest of your life knowing full
well you will live your life as a little girl or a baby, knowing every day
will mean utter humiliation for you" She sneered. Again I nodded. She
waved her hand and the window to reality appeared,"So you want to stay
her, answer yes or no, this is your last chance" she laughed. "Ga-ga,
ga-ga" I wept, nodding my head, but trying to shake it and say "No no".
"This is it David, the window will only ever appear three times for one
person, you will never get back to your real life again. Shall I close the
window for ever?". "GA-GA, GA-GA" I screamed and as I nodded my head the
window dissappeared. "Oh David, now your trapped here forever" she cackled
sounding like a real witch, "but don't worry I'll pop in from time to time
to tell you how your real self is getting on" she laughed pulling up my
frilly baby pants as I wet myself again, "now lets go and show your mother
and sisters what is between your legs". I layed on the floor screaming,
beating my fists into the pink carpet and kicking my legs in the air.
"That's right David you have one of your baby tantrums, you will be having
lots of these from now on" She laughed. Mother, Sharon and Patricia came
into the room. "Stand up right away David" mother snapped. I complied
immediately. She pulled off my frilly baby pants and my nappy. "Now go and
ask Patricia to spank your bottom until it's red raw you naughty little
girl". Patricia layed into my bottom, I could not beleive how painful it
was, I bawled just like a baby. "I've got to be going now" Casandra
laughed "Here is his dolly, he should carry it with him wherever he goes".
"Don't worry Casandra he will now that he is a real little girl" mother
laughed. "Bye-bye David, I hope you hate every second of being a little
girl again" she cackled and I watched as she left me to my fate.
The End.
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Thank you Khrissi and HuggyBear67!
I am also trying to track down Susie Frillikins/Johnathan’s story: “The Play.” It’s about a boy taking on the role of Violet Elizabeth Bott ( from the Just William stories ) at an all boys school.
If anyone has a lead on that, I would be ever so appreciative.
Thank you friends!
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Pretty certain it is this one....
VIOLET ELIZABETH BOTT
For as long as I can remember I have loved the look, the feel, and the effect of wearing the clothes of a little girl. Even now at 47 years of age I have a large collection of little girl dresses, frilly knickers, petticoats, ruffled white ankle socks, Mary Jane shoes, ribbons, wigs, and other pretty girlish accessories all especially made to fit me. I adore being dressed and treated like a five year old.
I do not know why or what makes me want to dress up in this fashion, I only know that I do. Perhaps it was because I was raised in a family of females. My father left us when I was six years old and Mummy had to struggle to bring up me and my two sisters. Lesley is my older sister by one year, Janet is younger by five years, and we are still a very close family, although Mummy died recently after a long illness. To attribute my love of pretty frocks and all the trimmings to the fact I was raised in a household of females cannot be right. I am sure there are lots of men who were brought up in much the same circ-umstances who do not have the same leanings as me. Adult little girls are rare, but not as rare as some might think, thank goodness, I consider that my love of being a little girl is a gift, something I was born with, and I thank God that I was. Perhaps it could be proven that there is such a thing as a "little girl" gene. If there is then I am positive that I have several in my body.
I would like to share with you this almost true story of events in my childhood that I still clearly remember today. I was ten years old watching Mummy combing Janet's hair. Janet had long, straight, brown hair, and Mummy would spend ages with her on the floor sitting between her knees, combing and brushing before putting the gleaming locks into charming ringlets. I would pretend to be reading my comic or book, but Mummy knew I was watching. "If you grow your hair longer David, then Mummy will put it into ringlets for you too" Mummy once teased. I blushed scarlet as Janet and Lesley both burst into uncontrollable giggles. "No thank you, ringlets are for little girls" I blustered, completely embarrassed by Mummy's words, but secretly wishing that she would indeed put my hair into girlish ringlets. I decided to grow my hair, it was very fashionable at that time, and within a year it was quite long.
When alone in the house, I would sneak into Janet's bedroom, and squeeze myself into those of Janet's clothes that might fit me without ripping them. I would put my hair into bunches and tie them with ribbons, then I would pose in front of the mirror, wishing that I was a little girl instead of a boy. I would also dream about being caught dressed up like this although I dread to think what I would have done. Fortunately it never happened.
From the age of eleven I attended a boys' Secondary Modern School. There was a girls' school attached but separated by a high wall with a small connecting gate. The only time we mixed with the girls was when going home or when the girls were led across our small playground to a new block of buildings for lessons.
I was a fifteen year old Fourth Former when one of my dreams came true. My desire to dress as a little girl had not diminished, in fact it seemed to have grown stronger. My hair, which had only been trimmed at the ends since I decided to grow it, was now shoulder length. Unlike the other two boys in my class who had similar length hair, Mummy washed and brushed mine daily making it luxuriantly thick for a boy. I used an elastic band to keep it tied back in a fashionable pony tail. Our drama teacher, Mr. Stevens, announced that he intended to put on a "major production" as a school play. Mr. Stevens always thought he was directing the Royal Shakespeare Company rather than a class of twenty five bored and uninterested school boys. When he announced the subject of the play my ears pricked up. "We will produce one of the 'Just William' stories" he said. Now, I had read most of the Just William books, for in their pages was my favourite fictional character, a precocious little girl called Violet Elizabeth Bott. Violet Elizabeth Bott was a lisping, mincing creature who screamed and screamed if she did not get her own way and who always wore the frilliest prettiest little girl frocks. Her fictional mother thought that keeping her daughter in such clothes would keep her out of trouble, which they singularly failed to do!.
The class gave a collective moan at the subject of Mr. Stevens play except me. They too had either read or seen the 'Just William' stories on the television. "Not 'Just William' sir, we will have to wear short trousers" one boy called out "can't we do something else?" My hand was up like a shot. "Please sir, can we do 'Just William and the Gang Go Hunting'" I suggested. "Good idea David" Mr. Stevens smiled, glad that at least one boy was enthusiastic about his project. The story I had suggested was my favourite 'Just William' tale as Violet Elizabeth Bott featured on almost every page. Mr. Williams later handed out copies of the book, which he signed out of the school library. "Your homework is to read the story" said Mr. Stevens as the bell went for home time. "You can choose which character you want to play, every one will get a part" he shouted as we noisily left the class room "I will write the stage play" he added talking to himself. That night Mummy noticed the smug look on my face. "What are you looking so happy about Darling?" she asked "Nothing Mummy" I responded with an air of hurt innocence.
I did not need to read the book as I had read and re-read the story, I almost knew it word for word. I knew the character I wanted to be in the play, the question was dare I volunteer to be Violet Elizabeth Bott? Dare I act out the part of a precocious little girl in front of the whole school? I knew I would become a laughing stock but it was my big chance, I determined to do it no matter what the consequences. I could hardly wait for the drama lesson. Mr. Stevens glowed with pride holding up his play. "I hope you have all read the book and decided which part you want to play?" he loudly announced. "Now who would like the part of William?" Three boys put their hands up for what they thought was the star part. Mr. Stevens chose Michael Chriton. He then asked for volunteers to play the members of William's gang and these were rapidly chosen. My heart was thumping heavily and my throat nervously dry. Next came the part of William's father, then William's older brother. I was beginning to feel physically sick.
'Well, we will have to ask one the girls to play the next character, Violet Elizabeth Bott" he announced looking at his casting list. I was horrified. Automatically my hand shot up. "Yes David?" he asked. "Please sir" I croaked hardly able to speak "May I take that part" The whole classroom erupted into laughter. "Are you sure, David" he queried noticing my crimson face. "Yes sir, honestly sir, please let me have that part" I begged. "It's yours David" he laughed along with the rest of the boys who were chanting "Violet Violet" by this time. When all the parts had been given out and the class had settled down we were given our scripts. Mine was agreeably long as Violet would be on stage almost as much as William. I read the top of the first page "Character... Violet Elizabeth Bott... a precocious, simpering, seven year old little girl who talks with a lisp" Mr. Stevens had got it absolutely right. All my lines called for me to lisp like a little girl. I was in heaven.
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In the playground things were different. "Here comes Violet Elizabeth Bott" Michael Chriton sneered "fancy wanting to play the part of a little girl, you big sissy" Chriton began to laugh and jeer at me and all the others joined in. "He won't need a wig with his girlie hair" someone remarked "I can't wait to see him in a dress" another chimed in The word spread like wildfire throughout the school that I had volunteered to play the part of a little girl and from that moment I was called Violet Elizabeth by the other boys. I felt totally embarrassed but secretly I adored being called a girl's name.
That evening at home at the supper table Lesley, who had obviously heard the news as she - together with Janet - attended the adjacent girls' school, waited for her moment. "Mummy, did you know we have another little girl in the family?" she sniggered. "Haven't we Violet Elizabeth?" My face blushed purple. Lesley explained what she meant to Mummy and Janet. "I was picked for the part" I lied. "No you weren't" she laughed and she raised my hand up "he volunteered to play the part of a little girl" Mummy and Janet were now laughing too. "It is only a play" I shouted rushing out of the dining room with tears in my eyes.
Later Mummy came to see me in my bedroom where I lay on my bed reading my lines. "I am sorry if I laughed at you, Darling" she apologised and sat down next to me." I did not realise how important this was to you" I apologised too for storming out of dinner and then took a deep breath. Mummy was an excellent seamstress making most of my sisters' clothes and some of mine. My heart was beating wildly as I prepared to make my request. "Mummy, would you, could you, please make my costume" I almost whispered showing her a picture of Violet Elizabeth Bott in one of her prettiest party frocks. Violet's hair was in gorgeous ringlets adorned with two lovely bows of ribbon and she wore frilly white ankle socks and black patent Mary Jane shoes.
"Oh Darling!!! Are you sure you want to look like that?" Mummy gasped. I nodded. She shook her head, hugging me close to her and kissing my cheek. "Your father has a lot to answer for" she said, softly stroking my hair "I will make your costume if you are sure this is what you want". I could only nod my head. "I will buy the material on Saturday" she promised. "Please Mummy, may I come too so I can help chose? I begged. Mummy agreed and I was in heaven.
Our first read through of the play took place a week later in the classroom. None of the other boys had bothered very much with their parts and read them robotically directly from their sheets much to Mr. Steven's dismay. But I was his star. I had no need of my script having devotedly learned the words off by heart. I lisped my lines in a high pitched girlish voice much to the class' amusement.
Nobody likes a show off, especially a bully like Chriton, whom I was totally upstaging already. In the playground the next day he and his menacing gang of toughs surrounded me. "Oooooh pweath thir, I'm onwy a wittle girl" he mocked referring to my acting of the previous day. I tried to push past him only to be grabbed by the gang. "You should be in the girl's school Violet Elizabeth" Chriton sneered pulling two lengths of wide pink ribbon from his pocket. Whilst his friends held my arms tightly he gathered the hair either side of my head, fitting an elastic band to maintain the shape, and then took great delight in tying a piece of ribbon into a bow over each band producing two girlish bunches. A length of rope securing my hands and arms behind my back ensured I could not interfere with my new hairstyle.
I was then marched towards the gate that separated our school from the girls. I desperately looked around for a teacher to rescue me but in vain. "Time to join all the other girls Violet Elizabeth" Chriton laughed opening the gate. I was pushed into the girls' playground with the gate slamming shut behind me. It was their playtime as well and I was immediately surrounded by laughing, giggling, girls, jeering and making comments. "Look, it's Violet Elizabeth, doesn't she look sweet with bunches in her hair" " Oh what lovely ribbons, Violet Elizabeth" "You should wear a girl's uniform too if you are going to play with us" Fortunately there was a female teacher on playground duty who rescued me from my tormentors, untied my hands, undid my ribbons, and led me back to the boys' playground.
Henceforth I studiously avoided Chriton and his acolytes spending my time in the classroom perfecting my part. Mummy finished my costume within two weeks. It was beautiful; not only had she made the dress from the taffeta silk I had helped choose, she had added a set of frilly white petticoats. The play was not going to take place for another two weeks but, with Lesley and Janet's support, I pleaded with Mummy to let me try on my new clothes. She lovingly dressed me in the outfit as though I were a little girl of four or five being prepared for a children's birthday party. I had never been so thrilled and ran around the house in childish excitement twirling my dress and giggling madly. I was in total ecstasy as I stood in front of my bedroom mirror swishing my dress and petticoats around my bare white thighs. At last I was the pretty little girl I had always wanted to be. From the short puff sleeves of my pink taffeta party frock, to the lace frilled hems of the white petticoats that peeped sweetly from under my dress, to the white ankle socks with their pink ribbon bows and matching patent leather pink Mary Jane shoes, I was Violet Elizabeth.
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"Hurry up, David, we want to see too" Lesley and Janet called up the stairs. My legs were like jelly as I nervously made my way down the stairs and into the parlour where my sisters broke out into fits of giggles. Mummy hushed them and turning me around checked the buttons at my back and adjusted the bow in the wide white sash around my waist. Like a naughty little girl I stuck out my tongue at my grinning sisters who reciprocated similarly.
Mummy had me stand on a stool so she could check and adjust the turndowns on my white ankle socks ensuring they were the same for each leg. I then sat down with my petticoats riding up and suddenly realised I was not wearing any knickers. Janet realised the cause of my concern and quickly left the room returning with the frilliest pair of white baby style kickers with layers of overlapping lace. Mummy looked slightly shocked: "Oh Janet, Darling, I do not think David wants to wear those, they're ever so girlish' but one look into my eyes told her she need not be troubled as I allowed my younger sister to slip them over my feet and pull them up my bare legs.
I was in heaven. Mummy took me in her arms and kissed me tenderly and then watched as my sisters hugged and kissed their new little sister. I was allowed to wear my outfit until bedtime when Mummy informed me that it would be put away until it was time for the play. I watched her hang my very own little girl outfit in the wardrobe. I was so happy. The dress rehearsals for the play took place a week later in the school hall. I carried my costume to school covered by a black plastic bag. "Here is Violet Elizabeth with her pretty dress" sneered Chriton as I entered the dressing room, the rest of the class sniggered at his pathetic remark. Chriton was already in his costume, grey shirt with a stripped tie, blazer, short grey trousers, long grey turnover top socks, one pushed down to his ankles, and heavy black lace up shoes. "The girls dressing room is in here" Chriton laughed pushing me towards a cupboard "you wouldn't want to get dressed in front of us boys would you Violet Elizabeth".
"Hurry up everyone" Mr. Stevens' voice called from the stage, "I want you all on stage in three minutes" Reluctantly I allowed myself to be pushed into the empty cupboard where the door was immediately slammed shut behind me. The laughter from the dressing room diminished as the class filed onto the stage, leaving me alone to get dressed as quickly as I could, once I had my costume on I tried to leave the cupboard, the door had been locked. "David, are you in here?" I heard Mr. Stevens outside. "In here sir" I called out knocking on the cupboard door. "Oh my goodness David" Mr. Stevens gasped when he saw my clothes for the first time "it is a bit elaborate isn't it" I ignored him, shrugging my puff sleeved shoulders before asking him to fasten my buttons at the back and to tie up my sash.
The laughter rang louder than ever as I walked onto the stage my pink shiny Mary Jane shoes echoing on the hard wooden surface. Once Mr. Stevens managed to gain control of the class we commenced the rehearsal. It went very well. Chriton made a very good William as he was a natural leader and had obviously put a lot of effort into his part, not wanting to be out acted by me. I minced around the stage walking with pigeon toed steps, elbows pulled into my sides, and my hand flapping childishly, while lisping my lines in as little girlish voice as possible. "William, if you do not take me into the woods with you" I squeaked "I will scweam and scweam and scweam intil I am thick" stamping my pretty foot for effect. "Very good David" Mr. Stevens congratulated me. "Alright boys that will do for today. We will meet again in three days time" We began to troop off the stage.
"David can I have a word?" Mr. Stevens held me back and once alone gently squeezed my hand between his. "Have you ever had acting lessons?" he asked. "No sir" I replied resisting the temptation to lisp and speak in a girl's voice. "Have you thought about joining the local amateur theatre group? I am a member and would introduce you if you would like to come along? You are very good and I am sure you could play other girls' parts for the company". It was as though he understood how I felt and there appeared a knowing look in his eyes. "I would like that very much indeed, sir. Thank you, sir" I smiled back while squeezing his hand in return, swishing my skirts around my bare thighs with my other, my fingers fiddling with the frilly hems of the petticoats. "You look very pretty" he added. "Thank you, sir". He slowly let go of my hand and I happily minced from the stage bathed in a warm glow of pride, reveling in the feel of my frock as it moved from side to side as I walked, and feeling deliciously feminine. I also felt coquettishly flirtatious towards Mr Stevens and wanted him to know it which, I am sure, he did.
I was pleased to see that dressing room was empty until I realised my boys' clothes were missing. I searched the cupboard where I had changed to no avail; Chriton and his friends had stolen them. I made my way back onto the stage to inform Mr.Stevens of my plight, my footsteps echoing even louder in the empty hall, but he was nowhere to be found having left too. There was only one thing for me to do, walk home dressed as I was. The word must have got around the school because as I emerged from the school hall, I realised the playground was full. My reaction was to turn back into the building "Oh no you don't Violet Elizabeth" I heard a boy shout, I was pulled away from the door which was then held firmly closed by three of Chriton's gang. The whole school seemed to be jeering at me in my costume. I took a deep breath and made my way towards the school gates gritting my teeth as my hair was pulled, my dress lifted, and my frilly knickered bottom pinched viciously from behind. I tried to ignore the jeers and the catcalls. "Violet, Violet pretty little Violet" "Love your dress Violet Elizabeth" "Show us your frilly knickers Violet Elizabeth" "You would make a great fairy on a Christmas tree Violet"
I was almost at the school gates when a grinning Chriton stepped into my path. "Out of my way" I spoke clearly, glaring at him. "Just where do you think you are going Violet" he sniggered "the girls school is that way, I am sure all the girls will love to see you in your pretty frock" "Where are my clothes?" I demanded to know. "You are wearing them you big sissy" he laughed. I only hit him once. I thought he would have put up more of a fight, but he was a typical bully. One good punch on his nose and it poured with blood. I had to leap back as I did not want any on my precious clothes. "I will tell my mother of you" he wailed. "Tell her a pretty little girl beat you up" I shouted after him as he ran through the playground crying. The whole playground turned the derision on Chriton calling him a cry baby as he pushed his way past them.
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I turned to make my way home but I was soon surrounded by giggling girls leaving school as I stepped into the street. They were even worse than the boys and I could not punch these little vixens as once again my hair was pulled, my skirts lifted, and my frilly bottom pinched by eager hands. "Leave my brother alone" Lesley shouted, pushing her way past the girls to rescue me. "Don't you mean sister" some wag shouted to a burst of laughter. Lesley took my hand firmly and forced a way through the crowd to make our way home. My elder sister had rescued me and I now felt secure. The night before the play soon came round, we were to do three performances, one for the boys' school in the morning, one for the girls' school in the afternoon, and one for the parents in the evening. I was feeling a little nervous even though the play was not until the next day. As we finished supper I looked across at Mummy, my throat dry, my heart thumping like a drum. "Mummy?" I croaked "would you put my hair into ringlets for tomorrow?" I dared to ask, my face crimson with embarrassment. My sisters giggled. "I do not think that would be wise Darling" Mummy answered "don't you think this play has got you into enough trouble" "Oh please, Mummy" I begged, looking at her with pleading eyes. "Go on Mummy" Lesley urged "Yes he really wants to have ringlets Mummy" Janet joined in. Mummy shook her head "If that is really what you want" she smiled "go upstairs and wash your hair and Mummy will get the rags ready" I hugged her tightly and rushed up to the bathroom.
It was absolute bliss as I sat between Mummy's legs feeling my hair being combed and tied tightly into the ringlet rags. I recalled when I had seen her do this to Janet when she was younger. A wave of pure delight washed over me and I knew then that all I ever wanted to be was a little girl. Lesley and Janet watched with amusement and fascination as my hair was slowly transformed into a mass of coloured rags holding my future ringlets in place. Once all the rags were in place, Mummy pulled a pink hair net over my head. "Mummy will take your rags out tomorrow, darling, now I suggest you go to bed early as you have a very big day ahead of you tomorrow". "Little girls should be in bed early" Lesley teased. I put my tongue out at her. We all broke into fits of girlish giggles. I went to bed a very happy little girl and could not wait to see my hair the next day.
I was first up in the morning. I laid the table and prepared breakfast for Mummy and my sisters. I then dressed in my normal school clothes, a flutter of butterflies building up in my stomach as my excitement began to grow thinking about the day's forthcoming events. Everyone in the house seemed to be as keyed up as I was, Lesley and Janet could not wait to see my hair taken out of rags, neither could I. As Mummy lovingly removed each piece of thin cloth a corkscrew spring of curled hair dropped past my face and my head was soon a mass of Shirley Temple ringlets. "Oh Mummy he looks lovely" gushed Janet and Lesley together. I was allowed to look in the mirror and blinked in disbelief at my pretty ringlets which looked so out of place with my boys' clothes.
Lesley produced a wide pink ribbon and I stood patiently still allowing her to loop it under my hair at the back before she brought it together on top of my curls, tying it in a big ribbon bow. I turned and kissed her before hugging her tightly. "Darling, you can't go to school looking like that" Mummy informed me. She carefully refitted my hair net before putting on a loose woollen hat over my curls. "That should hide your pretty ringlets from those horrid nasty boys, Violet Elizabeth" she smiled, hugging me tightly and placing affectionate kisses on my cheeks and forehead. "Now off you go, my sweet little girl, Mummy will see you later".
"I love you so much, Mummy" I squeaked in my practised little girl voice. "I love you too, Violet Elizabeth" Mummy gushed. She turned to Lesley and Janet "now you see that your little baby sister does not come to any harm on the way to school" "No Mummy" they giggled "come on Violet Elizabeth, take our hands and let us take you to school, little girl" I needed no encouragement. I could still see Mummy shaking her head as I skipped off between them.
The first performance was a great success. As we were doing the next one straight after lunch we were told to keep in our costumes. Since I had punched Chriton I had quite a few new friends who did not mind being seen with a little girl in the playground. In fact a couple of them told me how brave I was and how they wished they had the nerve to dress up like me. The girls' school loved the play. I produced squeals of laughter and applause as I minced about the stage, pouting, lisping, and stamping my feet for their delight. I received a standing ovation and cheers when I curtseyed to the audience at the end.
We were told to go home for dinner before the evening performance, I decided to remain in my dress and waited for Lesley and Janet outside the girls' school gates feeling perfectly comfortable dressed as a little girl. I felt like a star as the girls filed out, congratulating me on my performance. I was even asked to do my "Scweam and scweam" lines for them again, for which I willingly complied much to their delight. Mummy was only mildly surprised to see me come skipping home holding tightly onto Lesley's and Jane's hands. She fitted me with one of Janet's old pinafores whilst I had dinner as she did not want Violet Elizabeth ruining her new dress.
Mummy walked me back to school for the last performance. She had given me one of Janet's dress coats to wear and a floppy beret that perched prettily on my curls. "My gorgeous little girl" Mummy gushed as she hugged me before I went on stage. I was ready. She was so proud of me as I curtseyed, taking loud applause from the adult audience. "Well done Violet Elizabeth" she mouthed as she clapped her hands, I gave her an extra special curtsey. Afterwards Mr. Stevens introduced me to his actor friends who he had invited to see his play. They were very impressed with my performance, especially when they realised I was actually a boy, as Mr. Stevens had purposely omitted to tell them so that they could judge my abilities. I was invited to their amateur dramatic group which met three times a week and Mummy agreed that I should join their ranks. I skipped home merrily holding onto Mummy's hand, smiling up at her as she smiled back. I felt so happy being Mummy's little girl. "You may wear your dress whenever you feel like it Violet Elizabeth, but please only in the house or the garden". Oh Mummy, thank you" I pouted. "I prommith I shall be a good ickle girl".
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The following evening she sat me on her lap once I had changed into Violet Elizabeth and read the report of the play from the local newspaper as Mr. Steven had invited a reporter to promote his play. The report read... "the pretty teenage girl who played the part of Violet Elizabeth Bott, Davina Warrender, was exceptional. She pouted, lisped, and minced around the stage just like a precocious little girl adding an unexpected and amazing vibrancy to the character of Violet Elizabeth Bott. It was fascinating to see how a girl of fifteen could cause such a suspension of belief and utterly convince the audience that she was a mere child of seven..." the plaudits went on, their was even a photograph of me curtseying to accompany the article. We were all amused but very pleased that the reporter actually thought I was a girl.
The play caused so much excitement in the local community that the amateur dramatic society I had just joined decided to put it on themselves, with me being cast once again in the role of Violet Elizabeth Bott. I experienced the wonderful pleasure of being dressed as a little girl with my hair in ringlets in public several times more. I look back upon this time as the turning point in my life, the little girl inside of me had been introduced to all my family, and I no longer had to hide the fact that I loved to dress up and act like a small child in the frilliest of outfits. Mummy and my sisters did not discourage me from dressing up, in fact I have several more tales to tell about my adventures in petticoats, most instigated by Lesley and Janet who were thrilled to treat me as their little baby sister .
I never made it into the professional acting ranks as I only seemed to be able to play the part of a little girl with any great success. It was as though I was simply playing myself. One advantage was that I nearly always played female roles, usually those of a younger girl rather than an adult. Mr Stevens was very encouraging and would compliment me on my dresses and frocks and tell me how pretty I looked. I loved his attention and we became very close. It was through the AmDram society that that I met my future wife, Caroline, a wonderful lady who has always accepted and encouraged my little girl side with no inhibitions whatsoever. She allows me to indulge in my desires and helps me to dress up whenever it is convenient.
Mummy used to visit us often before she sadly passed away. She would take me on her lap dressed in my pretty Violet Elizabeth outfit, and call me her darling little girl. Since her death I have always addressed Caroline as "Mummy" and we have a wonderful mother and little girl relationship. We do not have children and Caroline sees me as her daughter and never as an adult male. She is firmly in charge within the relationship and, like any small child, I must do as I am told if I want Mummy's love and affection. Lesley and Janet also visit often take an active role in my life as a little girl. They still treat me as their baby sister talking to me as though I were a little girl and buying me dollies and other toys for my birthdays and Christmas. When Caroline/Mummy goes away on business either Lesley or Janet moves in as my babysitter as I cannot manage on my own.
Suzi Frillikins
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Thank you so much, Khrissi!
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Many thanks. I am a big fan of Johnathan/Susi Frillikins. My favourites are Forced into Frocks and frilliest and Promises Promises. Does anyone know of other stories by the same author and where they may be found?
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There is also "davids fateful day",,,"lost bet or porsche to petticoats",,,and another whose title i am not sure of other than it has "parade" in title,,,i have all of them,and are available on this site.
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How many are easily accessible here, please? I would love to see more re-posting of Susie’s work. It’s excellent.
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I am attaching the files i have, here is davids fateful day
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"lost bet or porsche to petticoats"
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Not sure about actual title,I had to split into 2 files to post