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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on September 20, 2024, 12:03:32 PM »
Chapter 110.
The girls were trying out Nicole’s throne when she emerged – both at once. They jumped down guiltily.
“Ah, two princesses I see. That’s a good thought, actually. She’ll be here very soon. Don’t be shy – you can swagger around like real dommes. You can even sneer and laugh as much as you like – yes, Kaiya, I mean it. Act like real assistants. I might even ask you to do something – we’ll see how it goes.”
They were staring at her. She had tied her hair back, and applied black eye-shadow and black lipstick. She wore a crisp white shirt and black tie, short black latex gloves, and rubber riding boots over black latex leggings. Her outfit was completed with a black leather strap-on sporting a large, slightly curved, rubber dil-do.
A light had come on in the far corner.
“Ah – there’s the door.”
She marched over, opened the door, and admitted a short, dark, middle-aged woman in a beige trouser-suit. She ushered her over. She hesitated, startled, on seeing the girls, and regarded them nervously with wide brown eyes. She had a pleasing, symmetrical face, a straight nose and full, sensual lips.
“Don’t worry, Maria. These are my friends. They may be joining me at some point, but today they’re just spectators. You can relax. Nothing’s changed. I can vouch for their integrity and trustworthiness.”
Maria nodded and lowered her gaze. “Yes, miss Nicole.”
“Good. Now go and get changed. You’ll find today’s outfit on the chair. There’s lube on the counter if you need it.”
“Yes, miss,” she murmured obediently, and walked quickly away to the changing room.
The girls were trying out Nicole’s throne when she emerged – both at once. They jumped down guiltily.
“Ah, two princesses I see. That’s a good thought, actually. She’ll be here very soon. Don’t be shy – you can swagger around like real dommes. You can even sneer and laugh as much as you like – yes, Kaiya, I mean it. Act like real assistants. I might even ask you to do something – we’ll see how it goes.”
They were staring at her. She had tied her hair back, and applied black eye-shadow and black lipstick. She wore a crisp white shirt and black tie, short black latex gloves, and rubber riding boots over black latex leggings. Her outfit was completed with a black leather strap-on sporting a large, slightly curved, rubber dil-do.
A light had come on in the far corner.
“Ah – there’s the door.”
She marched over, opened the door, and admitted a short, dark, middle-aged woman in a beige trouser-suit. She ushered her over. She hesitated, startled, on seeing the girls, and regarded them nervously with wide brown eyes. She had a pleasing, symmetrical face, a straight nose and full, sensual lips.
“Don’t worry, Maria. These are my friends. They may be joining me at some point, but today they’re just spectators. You can relax. Nothing’s changed. I can vouch for their integrity and trustworthiness.”
Maria nodded and lowered her gaze. “Yes, miss Nicole.”
“Good. Now go and get changed. You’ll find today’s outfit on the chair. There’s lube on the counter if you need it.”
“Yes, miss,” she murmured obediently, and walked quickly away to the changing room.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on September 20, 2024, 11:58:35 AM »
Chapter 109.
While she was showing the girls around, explaining the functions of the different pieces of equipment and letting them swing a few of the whips, Nicole filled them in on Maria’s history. Then she led them to the nearer end of the dungeon, under the landing, where there were two adjacent doors.
“These are the changing rooms – one for me and one for the clients. Mine’s bigger – I’ll show you why.”
She opened the door. The light came on automatically, illuminating a room full of wardrobes, cupboards and mirrors, with a dressing-table at one end. She slid open one of the wardrobe doors, revealing a row of gleaming leather, rubber and vinyl outfits, and eliciting gasps from the girls.
“Wow! Miss! You have so many costumes!”
“Well, if you did decide to work with me, you’d have to have your own wardrobes. One needs a variety clothes depending on the client. For example, a lot of the sissies like the stern auntie look – pencil skirt, tight white blouse with accentuated breasts, black seamed stockings and so on. Then there are the fetishists who react to rubber and leather and sexy boots. Now Maria…she’s not too picky, as long as I’m strict and untouchable. No, with her it’s much more what I say. She needs to be questioned and told off light a naughty child. Though today I’m going to be a bit more pro-active, and give her a little of what she craves.”
The girls were listening, but they’d found the sex toy cupboard and were examining the contents open-mouthed. Nicole smiled.
“Okay. I have to get ready now. Take these masks. Put them on when she arrives, and if you like you can carry whips. And here, put these on too.” She held out two pair of short black rubber gloves. “You know where the whips are. Now I have a secret client entrance straight into the dungeon. On the blind side of the house there’s a staircase that leads down to a little door in the far corner. It’s in darkness normally but the light will come on when she’s outside. Off you go. She’ll be here in fifteen minutes or so.”
While she was showing the girls around, explaining the functions of the different pieces of equipment and letting them swing a few of the whips, Nicole filled them in on Maria’s history. Then she led them to the nearer end of the dungeon, under the landing, where there were two adjacent doors.
“These are the changing rooms – one for me and one for the clients. Mine’s bigger – I’ll show you why.”
She opened the door. The light came on automatically, illuminating a room full of wardrobes, cupboards and mirrors, with a dressing-table at one end. She slid open one of the wardrobe doors, revealing a row of gleaming leather, rubber and vinyl outfits, and eliciting gasps from the girls.
“Wow! Miss! You have so many costumes!”
“Well, if you did decide to work with me, you’d have to have your own wardrobes. One needs a variety clothes depending on the client. For example, a lot of the sissies like the stern auntie look – pencil skirt, tight white blouse with accentuated breasts, black seamed stockings and so on. Then there are the fetishists who react to rubber and leather and sexy boots. Now Maria…she’s not too picky, as long as I’m strict and untouchable. No, with her it’s much more what I say. She needs to be questioned and told off light a naughty child. Though today I’m going to be a bit more pro-active, and give her a little of what she craves.”
The girls were listening, but they’d found the sex toy cupboard and were examining the contents open-mouthed. Nicole smiled.
“Okay. I have to get ready now. Take these masks. Put them on when she arrives, and if you like you can carry whips. And here, put these on too.” She held out two pair of short black rubber gloves. “You know where the whips are. Now I have a secret client entrance straight into the dungeon. On the blind side of the house there’s a staircase that leads down to a little door in the far corner. It’s in darkness normally but the light will come on when she’s outside. Off you go. She’ll be here in fifteen minutes or so.”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on September 20, 2024, 11:47:11 AM »
Chapter 108.
When they’d finished eating and drunk their coffees, Nicole stood up.
“Ready girls? Follow me.”
She led them out of the kitchen, through the lounge, and into the rather dark corridor that led to the front door. The only light came through a pain of stained glass above it. She halted next to the staircase, by a small oak door, took out a bunch of keys, and unlocked it. Stooping, she led the way through into a dark closet, and locked it behind her. The girls stood behind her peering into the gloom. They blinked, but could see very little for the moment. A few tiny red and green pilot lights glimmered low down in the darkness. Then Nicole turned a switch, the area before them was illuminated by a low, warm glow. They gasped. They were standing on a platform or landing, surrounded by a handrail, just below the ceiling of a huge cavernous basement room, from which a flight of wooden steps descended down one wall to a blue tiled floor. The light came from multiple downlights in the ceiling and faux-flame wall lights. The room must have extended beneath the entire house. Nicole turned the switch another notch, increasing the illumination just a fraction. At first sight the place looked like a gymnasium, with pieces of apparatus arranged around the floor, a couple of them more brightly lit, as if by spotlights, but most in semi-darkness. In the far right-hand corner vertical steel bars glinted in the gloom. Barbara gasped.
“Kaiya! Look! A cage!”
“Yes. That’s where the naughty boys and girls end up. It’s empty at present, which is a shame. Shall we…?”
She led the way down the stairs, the girls following wide-eyed, taking in everything.
“M-miss?” stammered Barbara. “You’re a…”
“Dominatrix? Yes. I hope you’re not disgusted.”
“Not at all!” cried Kaiya. “That’s so cool!”
“And this is your dungeon!” gasped Barbara. “It’s fantastic! Kaiya – look at all those whips and things!”
“And look – little cages, too. And a big kennel. And what’s that thing like a vaulting horse with rings and chains…?”
“I can see a crane thing down there for lifting people up!”
“And rings on the wall. And miss, what’s that?”
“That? It’s called a spider. You can attach people to it in lots of different ways, so that…”
“And you’ve got a throne! Like an empress!”
Nicole laughed. “Yes. Down here I’m a sort of empress. My clients have to pay homage and do what they’re told…or else…”
“You’re so lucky…” mused Kaiya. “It must be so cool to have real slaves…”
“Well, it’s just a job… But I admit I enjoy it. I sometimes think of myself as a sort of therapist. Well, for some clients, anyway. One lady, for instance. Maria. Actually she has an appointment in…” She checked her watch. “In an hour and five minutes. I was wondering if you’d like to stay and watch. Oh, don’t worry – she won’t mind. In fact, when I once mentioned I was thinking of hiring an assistant, she got quite excited. She’s so full of guilt, the more I humiliate her the better she feels about it.”
“Guilt? What’s she guilty about?” asked Kaiya.
“All right. I’ll explain. Then I must get changed…”
When they’d finished eating and drunk their coffees, Nicole stood up.
“Ready girls? Follow me.”
She led them out of the kitchen, through the lounge, and into the rather dark corridor that led to the front door. The only light came through a pain of stained glass above it. She halted next to the staircase, by a small oak door, took out a bunch of keys, and unlocked it. Stooping, she led the way through into a dark closet, and locked it behind her. The girls stood behind her peering into the gloom. They blinked, but could see very little for the moment. A few tiny red and green pilot lights glimmered low down in the darkness. Then Nicole turned a switch, the area before them was illuminated by a low, warm glow. They gasped. They were standing on a platform or landing, surrounded by a handrail, just below the ceiling of a huge cavernous basement room, from which a flight of wooden steps descended down one wall to a blue tiled floor. The light came from multiple downlights in the ceiling and faux-flame wall lights. The room must have extended beneath the entire house. Nicole turned the switch another notch, increasing the illumination just a fraction. At first sight the place looked like a gymnasium, with pieces of apparatus arranged around the floor, a couple of them more brightly lit, as if by spotlights, but most in semi-darkness. In the far right-hand corner vertical steel bars glinted in the gloom. Barbara gasped.
“Kaiya! Look! A cage!”
“Yes. That’s where the naughty boys and girls end up. It’s empty at present, which is a shame. Shall we…?”
She led the way down the stairs, the girls following wide-eyed, taking in everything.
“M-miss?” stammered Barbara. “You’re a…”
“Dominatrix? Yes. I hope you’re not disgusted.”
“Not at all!” cried Kaiya. “That’s so cool!”
“And this is your dungeon!” gasped Barbara. “It’s fantastic! Kaiya – look at all those whips and things!”
“And look – little cages, too. And a big kennel. And what’s that thing like a vaulting horse with rings and chains…?”
“I can see a crane thing down there for lifting people up!”
“And rings on the wall. And miss, what’s that?”
“That? It’s called a spider. You can attach people to it in lots of different ways, so that…”
“And you’ve got a throne! Like an empress!”
Nicole laughed. “Yes. Down here I’m a sort of empress. My clients have to pay homage and do what they’re told…or else…”
“You’re so lucky…” mused Kaiya. “It must be so cool to have real slaves…”
“Well, it’s just a job… But I admit I enjoy it. I sometimes think of myself as a sort of therapist. Well, for some clients, anyway. One lady, for instance. Maria. Actually she has an appointment in…” She checked her watch. “In an hour and five minutes. I was wondering if you’d like to stay and watch. Oh, don’t worry – she won’t mind. In fact, when I once mentioned I was thinking of hiring an assistant, she got quite excited. She’s so full of guilt, the more I humiliate her the better she feels about it.”
“Guilt? What’s she guilty about?” asked Kaiya.
“All right. I’ll explain. Then I must get changed…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on September 20, 2024, 11:41:48 AM »
Chapter 107.
Whilst agreeing to allow her nephew to attend Eleanor’s little party, Nicole had not been wholly convinced by that lady’s glib agreement to play by the rules. So she had added a further condition: he would be accompanied by Barbara and Kaiya – “to make sure he behaves himself”, she had said, though in truth it was not his behaviour she was concerned about. Eleanor had hesitated, but remembering their playfulness and their youth, had agreed. And the faint smile on her lips told Nicole that she was contemplating the possibility of corrupting them or even enlisting them into her indecent plans.
But Nicole wasn’t concerned. Since the meeting she had been getting better acquainted with the girls. They were bright and intelligent, they both had a soft spot for Bobby, and were committed to protecting him and cultivating his talents. They were streetwise and responsible enough not to get led astray by such as Eleanor Bowditch. So finally Nicole had decided it would be educational for them to be let into her little secret.
She had asked them to come for breakfast. It was a Tuesday, and she had a client arriving at ten. A lady, in fact – she had a lot of female clients – and a lady with a problem. Maria was in her forties, divorced a few years before, children gown up and gone, living alone in four-bedroom house outside town. Every few weeks she’d meet another guy, usually online, and have a date or two, but the relationship always fizzled out. The reason was simple. She was obsessed with her twenty-two-year-old nephew Phillip. He had a long-term girlfriend, Paula, and they lived in a cramped bedsit in the centre of town where they both worked. Maria exploited that, inviting them to stay with her at weekends, which they often did, with a view to eventually persuading them to move in with her, so she could be near Phillip. The knowledge she would never have a physical relationship with him didn’t diminish her passion. And when they were in the house, she was tortured by his affection for Paula, and driven half mad when she could hear them making love at night in the adjacent bedroom. She had gone to see Nicole in desperation. She had heard she was more than a dominatrix – more of a psychosexual counsellor. Besides, she felt a terrible need to be punished for what she regarded as her sinful desires, and in the process she had soon discovered that the infliction of pain offered her both temporary physical and psychological relief from her torment, and gave her a day or two of relative peace.
The girls, curious to discover to what they owed the honour of an exclusive invitation, and probably influenced by Nicole’s own tastes in clothes, had dressed smartly, Barbara in black leather trousers and ankle boots with a white blouse and a short, colourful canvas jacket, Kaiya in black knee-boots, little denim shorts and a white vest top. Nicole regarded them with approval.
“So…miss. You wanted to see us…” said Kaiya, through a mouthful of scrambled egg.
“Yes. You know Bobby’s been requested for Eleanor Bowditch’s party next week. Eleanor Doughbitch I call her,” she added with a curl of the lip. “I was wondering whether you’d be prepared to accompany him – to look after him, as it were. Frankly I don’t trust that woman, or her friends, especially after they’ve had a drink or two.”
The girls looked at each other.
“Of course, miss,” said Barbara. “Fine with us. We like Bobby a lot.”
“Yeah. Think of us as his special guardians.”
“I took your advice to heart – he’s going as a pretty girl. You know he’s dressed as a maid in the past, and played that role very successfully, but this time he’ll be an ordinary sweet little girl, and I don’t want her being abused by that Bowditch woman and her crazy friends! So I want to appoint you as official bodyguards, and as such you must expect to be paid.”
“Miss, that’s not necessary…”
“No, it’s important we put this on a proper commercial basis. I know you’re both saving up to get a flat together, and I’d love to do my bit to help. I’ve heard how you’re taking pretty much any job that comes along. So I also want to offer you some regular employment in my business, if you’re interested.”
“Your business, miss? I don’t think I know…” began Kaiya.
“After breakfast I’ll give you a little tour. You can decide whether or not it’s something you think would interest you. No pressure.”
“Okay…” Barbara looked at her friend with raised eyebrows. This was all rather mysterious.
Whilst agreeing to allow her nephew to attend Eleanor’s little party, Nicole had not been wholly convinced by that lady’s glib agreement to play by the rules. So she had added a further condition: he would be accompanied by Barbara and Kaiya – “to make sure he behaves himself”, she had said, though in truth it was not his behaviour she was concerned about. Eleanor had hesitated, but remembering their playfulness and their youth, had agreed. And the faint smile on her lips told Nicole that she was contemplating the possibility of corrupting them or even enlisting them into her indecent plans.
But Nicole wasn’t concerned. Since the meeting she had been getting better acquainted with the girls. They were bright and intelligent, they both had a soft spot for Bobby, and were committed to protecting him and cultivating his talents. They were streetwise and responsible enough not to get led astray by such as Eleanor Bowditch. So finally Nicole had decided it would be educational for them to be let into her little secret.
She had asked them to come for breakfast. It was a Tuesday, and she had a client arriving at ten. A lady, in fact – she had a lot of female clients – and a lady with a problem. Maria was in her forties, divorced a few years before, children gown up and gone, living alone in four-bedroom house outside town. Every few weeks she’d meet another guy, usually online, and have a date or two, but the relationship always fizzled out. The reason was simple. She was obsessed with her twenty-two-year-old nephew Phillip. He had a long-term girlfriend, Paula, and they lived in a cramped bedsit in the centre of town where they both worked. Maria exploited that, inviting them to stay with her at weekends, which they often did, with a view to eventually persuading them to move in with her, so she could be near Phillip. The knowledge she would never have a physical relationship with him didn’t diminish her passion. And when they were in the house, she was tortured by his affection for Paula, and driven half mad when she could hear them making love at night in the adjacent bedroom. She had gone to see Nicole in desperation. She had heard she was more than a dominatrix – more of a psychosexual counsellor. Besides, she felt a terrible need to be punished for what she regarded as her sinful desires, and in the process she had soon discovered that the infliction of pain offered her both temporary physical and psychological relief from her torment, and gave her a day or two of relative peace.
The girls, curious to discover to what they owed the honour of an exclusive invitation, and probably influenced by Nicole’s own tastes in clothes, had dressed smartly, Barbara in black leather trousers and ankle boots with a white blouse and a short, colourful canvas jacket, Kaiya in black knee-boots, little denim shorts and a white vest top. Nicole regarded them with approval.
“So…miss. You wanted to see us…” said Kaiya, through a mouthful of scrambled egg.
“Yes. You know Bobby’s been requested for Eleanor Bowditch’s party next week. Eleanor Doughbitch I call her,” she added with a curl of the lip. “I was wondering whether you’d be prepared to accompany him – to look after him, as it were. Frankly I don’t trust that woman, or her friends, especially after they’ve had a drink or two.”
The girls looked at each other.
“Of course, miss,” said Barbara. “Fine with us. We like Bobby a lot.”
“Yeah. Think of us as his special guardians.”
“I took your advice to heart – he’s going as a pretty girl. You know he’s dressed as a maid in the past, and played that role very successfully, but this time he’ll be an ordinary sweet little girl, and I don’t want her being abused by that Bowditch woman and her crazy friends! So I want to appoint you as official bodyguards, and as such you must expect to be paid.”
“Miss, that’s not necessary…”
“No, it’s important we put this on a proper commercial basis. I know you’re both saving up to get a flat together, and I’d love to do my bit to help. I’ve heard how you’re taking pretty much any job that comes along. So I also want to offer you some regular employment in my business, if you’re interested.”
“Your business, miss? I don’t think I know…” began Kaiya.
“After breakfast I’ll give you a little tour. You can decide whether or not it’s something you think would interest you. No pressure.”
“Okay…” Barbara looked at her friend with raised eyebrows. This was all rather mysterious.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Lost Souls
« Last post by sweet baby katie on September 19, 2024, 07:28:44 AM »
This is one of the best stories ever. What more can i say?
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Hubbys Fantasy Indulged
« Last post by sweet baby katie on September 19, 2024, 07:04:46 AM »
Very promising start … both how Roy and your readers feel. Please continue. How Roy reacts to his treatment and the manner and extent to which he submits to being regressed, feminized and infantalized will be fascinating to see unfold.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Pink Panties
« Last post by gunrunner on September 18, 2024, 10:15:37 PM »
billykins, thank you for the updates. It is good to see you are back and continuing your story.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Pink Panties
« Last post by billykins on September 18, 2024, 11:44:09 AM »
60.
Brenda led Myra into her office, for all the world like an old-fashioned headmistress’s office, with a nameplate on the door – “Miss Hibbert” – and an oak desk. She seated Myra in an oak chair to one side, and took her place behind the desk. Figures appeared behind the frosted glass of the door.
“Ah. This looks like baby Sam.”
A knock.
“Come in.”
“Sam has arrived miss,” said Sandra. “His mother was busy so she just dropped him off. She asked me to tell you he’s been a good boy all the week, and to thank you. She said he dresses himself in his baby things every morning now, without any help.”
“Good morning, Sam. How are you today? So you’ve been a good little baby boy. Well done.”
Sam was around fourteen, Myra guessed. He had dark curly hair and a big smile on his face. He wore yellow bootees with green crocodile faces, yellow latex elasticated pants over a very puffy nappy, and a short green nylon jacket over a yellow vest. He had a pacifier on a ribbon around his neck, and carried a baby bottle half full of orange juice in one hand, and a scruffy looking stuffed mouse in the other.
“Thank you, miss. Miss?”
“Yes, Sam?”
“Is Davinia going to be here today?”
“She should be…”
“She said I could play with the big dolls’ house with her during free time. Can I?”
“I don’t see why not. But she’ll be with auntie Frances for deportment until eleven…”
“That’s fine. Thank you miss!”
He grinned, popped his pacifier into his mouth, took Sandra’s hand, and allowed himself to be led away.
“What a cute little boy!”
“He wasn’t always like that. Wait till you see Davinia. She was David, and a real tearaway. She should be here any minute…”
Brenda led Myra into her office, for all the world like an old-fashioned headmistress’s office, with a nameplate on the door – “Miss Hibbert” – and an oak desk. She seated Myra in an oak chair to one side, and took her place behind the desk. Figures appeared behind the frosted glass of the door.
“Ah. This looks like baby Sam.”
A knock.
“Come in.”
“Sam has arrived miss,” said Sandra. “His mother was busy so she just dropped him off. She asked me to tell you he’s been a good boy all the week, and to thank you. She said he dresses himself in his baby things every morning now, without any help.”
“Good morning, Sam. How are you today? So you’ve been a good little baby boy. Well done.”
Sam was around fourteen, Myra guessed. He had dark curly hair and a big smile on his face. He wore yellow bootees with green crocodile faces, yellow latex elasticated pants over a very puffy nappy, and a short green nylon jacket over a yellow vest. He had a pacifier on a ribbon around his neck, and carried a baby bottle half full of orange juice in one hand, and a scruffy looking stuffed mouse in the other.
“Thank you, miss. Miss?”
“Yes, Sam?”
“Is Davinia going to be here today?”
“She should be…”
“She said I could play with the big dolls’ house with her during free time. Can I?”
“I don’t see why not. But she’ll be with auntie Frances for deportment until eleven…”
“That’s fine. Thank you miss!”
He grinned, popped his pacifier into his mouth, took Sandra’s hand, and allowed himself to be led away.
“What a cute little boy!”
“He wasn’t always like that. Wait till you see Davinia. She was David, and a real tearaway. She should be here any minute…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Pink Panties
« Last post by billykins on September 18, 2024, 11:39:24 AM »
59.
The following morning Myra called Susan, and a few minutes later Brenda called Myra.
“Is that Mrs Donnelly?”
“Speaking.”
“It’s Brenda Hibbert. You wanted to speak to me about your son?”
“Archie. Yes. I’ve been advised you might be prepared to take him on. Could you tell me a little bit about what you do, and what students you have already?”
“Briefly, Mrs Donnelly…”
“Myra, please…”
“Myra… Briefly, I take on two types of boys, those who behaviour is too disruptive and difficult, and who need to be taught more feminine or sometimes juvenile ways – and those who are already drawn to them. I use gentleness and persuasion, but also, I have to tell you, in some cases I use coercion. That is to say not physical, but psychological coercion. From what Susan’s told me about Archie, I don’t think that would ever be appropriate for him. If he inclines to the feminine, I can make the transition easier for him. The main consideration is that you must approve of the process and of my methods. I wouldn’t expect you – no, I wouldn’t allow you to make a decision without witnessing one of my sessions and discussing it with me face to face.”
“That’s very reassuring, Brenda.”
“We have classes from ten tomorrow. You’d be very welcome to attend.”
“I’d love to. Give me your address.”
“I’ll text it to you. Come a little early if you can, and I’ll show you round…”
The house was in a quiet street, detached and set back from the road. Myra parked in the drive and rang the bell. Somewhat to her surprise the door was answered by a thirtyish blonde in a full traditional maid’s outfit, all in black except for a white rubber apron and white rubber gloves.
“Oh…I was looking for Mrs Hibbert…”
Before the maid could reply, Brenda Hibbert appeared behind her.
“Myra? Sorry, I was just on the phone. Please come in. Sandra, could we have the mat in the nursery today, please? It would probably be more convenient than the changing room.”
“Certainly, madam.”
“Come this way, Myra,” she said, leading her down a central passage. “I’ll give you a quick tour. There’ll be three boys here today, but I think that’s enough for you to assess what we do. So today I only have maid Sandra and auntie Frances assisting, but they’re both extremely efficient. Now…”
She opened a door on the left.
“It’s a nice big house, thank goodness, so we can have several designated rooms. This is the general playroom, suitable for big girls and infants. There’s a small babies’ corner, as you can see, with a big baby-walker, and lots of baby toys, and that side of the room’s dedicated to girls’ play.”
Myra looked around. Two large dolls’ houses, lots of dolls, a pink plastic dressing table with all sorts of makeup and jewellery and hair ornaments, a dress-up corner with a wardrobe and a chest of drawers and dresses of all sorts on a rack – ballet, ball-gowns, party dresses…everything a little girl could desire.
“With three or four boys in here we need at least two supervisors. Sandra specialises in the babies. We have “aunties” for the girls. They have to be able to be strict when necessary – there are rare occasions when those boyish traits bubble back up to the surface and need to be suppressed quickly.”
“I see…”
“A quick slap on the leg is usually enough. Very rarely we have to remind them of their early performances. A trip to the video room invariably does the trick.”
“Okay...”
“Now we can go and see the nursery, then I think the schoolroom – auntie Sadie is a very strict teacher – then the dining room, the changing room, the bedroom for little naps or overnight stays, and you’ll see we have lots of nice apparatus in the back garden for them to play on. But the main part of the training for the girls is deportment and behaviour. That’s auntie Frances.”
“May I ask, Brenda, how did you get into this profession?”
“I’m trained as a child psychologist. I worked in family therapy for nearly twenty years. I saw so many boys who simply needed to be retrained as girls, and they would have been happy and pleasant people. But the parents so often couldn’t see it – or more often the mother could see it, but the father wouldn’t have it. It was frustrating. It’s only now that I feel truly fulfilled.”
“I can’t wait to see some of your students…”
“You won’t have to. I hear a ring at the bell now. Let’s go to my office. I’ve asked for the boys to be brought to see me first.”
The following morning Myra called Susan, and a few minutes later Brenda called Myra.
“Is that Mrs Donnelly?”
“Speaking.”
“It’s Brenda Hibbert. You wanted to speak to me about your son?”
“Archie. Yes. I’ve been advised you might be prepared to take him on. Could you tell me a little bit about what you do, and what students you have already?”
“Briefly, Mrs Donnelly…”
“Myra, please…”
“Myra… Briefly, I take on two types of boys, those who behaviour is too disruptive and difficult, and who need to be taught more feminine or sometimes juvenile ways – and those who are already drawn to them. I use gentleness and persuasion, but also, I have to tell you, in some cases I use coercion. That is to say not physical, but psychological coercion. From what Susan’s told me about Archie, I don’t think that would ever be appropriate for him. If he inclines to the feminine, I can make the transition easier for him. The main consideration is that you must approve of the process and of my methods. I wouldn’t expect you – no, I wouldn’t allow you to make a decision without witnessing one of my sessions and discussing it with me face to face.”
“That’s very reassuring, Brenda.”
“We have classes from ten tomorrow. You’d be very welcome to attend.”
“I’d love to. Give me your address.”
“I’ll text it to you. Come a little early if you can, and I’ll show you round…”
The house was in a quiet street, detached and set back from the road. Myra parked in the drive and rang the bell. Somewhat to her surprise the door was answered by a thirtyish blonde in a full traditional maid’s outfit, all in black except for a white rubber apron and white rubber gloves.
“Oh…I was looking for Mrs Hibbert…”
Before the maid could reply, Brenda Hibbert appeared behind her.
“Myra? Sorry, I was just on the phone. Please come in. Sandra, could we have the mat in the nursery today, please? It would probably be more convenient than the changing room.”
“Certainly, madam.”
“Come this way, Myra,” she said, leading her down a central passage. “I’ll give you a quick tour. There’ll be three boys here today, but I think that’s enough for you to assess what we do. So today I only have maid Sandra and auntie Frances assisting, but they’re both extremely efficient. Now…”
She opened a door on the left.
“It’s a nice big house, thank goodness, so we can have several designated rooms. This is the general playroom, suitable for big girls and infants. There’s a small babies’ corner, as you can see, with a big baby-walker, and lots of baby toys, and that side of the room’s dedicated to girls’ play.”
Myra looked around. Two large dolls’ houses, lots of dolls, a pink plastic dressing table with all sorts of makeup and jewellery and hair ornaments, a dress-up corner with a wardrobe and a chest of drawers and dresses of all sorts on a rack – ballet, ball-gowns, party dresses…everything a little girl could desire.
“With three or four boys in here we need at least two supervisors. Sandra specialises in the babies. We have “aunties” for the girls. They have to be able to be strict when necessary – there are rare occasions when those boyish traits bubble back up to the surface and need to be suppressed quickly.”
“I see…”
“A quick slap on the leg is usually enough. Very rarely we have to remind them of their early performances. A trip to the video room invariably does the trick.”
“Okay...”
“Now we can go and see the nursery, then I think the schoolroom – auntie Sadie is a very strict teacher – then the dining room, the changing room, the bedroom for little naps or overnight stays, and you’ll see we have lots of nice apparatus in the back garden for them to play on. But the main part of the training for the girls is deportment and behaviour. That’s auntie Frances.”
“May I ask, Brenda, how did you get into this profession?”
“I’m trained as a child psychologist. I worked in family therapy for nearly twenty years. I saw so many boys who simply needed to be retrained as girls, and they would have been happy and pleasant people. But the parents so often couldn’t see it – or more often the mother could see it, but the father wouldn’t have it. It was frustrating. It’s only now that I feel truly fulfilled.”
“I can’t wait to see some of your students…”
“You won’t have to. I hear a ring at the bell now. Let’s go to my office. I’ve asked for the boys to be brought to see me first.”
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« Last post by billykins on September 18, 2024, 11:34:03 AM »
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Susan congratulated herself on the way she had turned the situation to her advantage. Archie was exactly the type Brenda was looking for. She got on the phone right away.
“Brenda darling. How are you? Yes, I’m fine. Well, I’ll tell you. I think I’ve got you a new recruit. What? Not half. Pretty as a picture. In fact, he’s half way there. Does Irish dancing…wait for it…in a girl’s costume! Yes. And his friend. No, I haven’t. But if he’s half as cute… Hahaha… So you’re interested. Don’t worry, I’ll pay his expenses. Yes. Yes dear, I’m the same as you. It’s a public service, isn’t it, turning these boys into sweet little girls and babies? So nice to know they’re not going to grow up to be football hooligans or rapists. Do I what? Oh… I’m not sure. If they’re ugly, they look so stupid in women’s stuff, which makes me laugh. If they’re cute…well, my heart melts. I just want to cuddle and mother them. Either way is okay with me. His name? Archie. Yes, Archie. I don’t know… Arlene? What? Artemesia? Never heard of it. Isn’t that when you can’t remember things? Flower? Is it? No, something simple’s best – Anna, or Abby or something. Anyway…no, that’s not a name. His sister’s going to consult his mother first, so don’t get your hopes up yet. She’ll probably want to visit you. But I have to go. Be in touch soon, then. Yes. Absolutely, sweetie. Bye then…”
Susan blew out her cheeks. “Phew. Crazy. But she’s bloody good at what she does…”
Archie, convinced he was the hero of the hour, made his triumphant way back to the house with Millie on one arm and Lily on the other, pink latex pants rustling as he walked. Megan had a satisfied smile on her face. Sinead caught her eye and had to cover her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“That Susan! Do you think she’ll really fit him up with her friend? Mum’s going to be hysterical if she does.”
“She seemed serious. I think Archie might fit right in, don’t you? He loves all this dressing up.”
“He just loves pretty outfits. Fair enough. He always did, ever since he was little. But Conor…? I know they like to compete with each other, but I’m not sure...”
When Sinead and Archie got home that evening, Archie ran straight to his mother.
“Mum? Can I go to drama school?”
“What?”
“Hold on Archie. Let me explain to mum,” interrupted Sinead.
“But…”
“Shush for a moment. Mum, We met a nice lady today whose friend runs…well, I’ll explain to you later. Anyway, she thought Archie was such a good actor…in his baby outfit…which he was, mind… Maybe a bit too good when he was showing off in that shop window.”
“Shop window?”
“I wasn’t showing off!”
“I’ll explain everything, mum. Don’t worry, Archie, I’ll explain everything and we’ll see what mum thinks, okay?”
“But Sinead…”
“That’s enough. It’s bed time and you need to calm down. Too much sugar today. Come on.” She took him by the wrist. “I’ll read you a story…”
After he was asleep Sinead told Mrs Donnelly the whole story.
“Susan seems nice, but you’d have to speak to her and Brenda. I thought it would be funny if Archie turned out like cousin Phelan! He seems to have the same instincts.”
“Well, I’m all in favour of encouraging his feminine side. He’s a changed boy since he started at Daly’s Darlings. And he really seems to love wearing girls’ clothes.”
“He did a fairly convincing baby, too, today – you should have seen him. Well, you will, I’m sure. All the girls were videoing him in the shop window.”
“Let me do some research then. I’ll put him out of his misery as soon as I can.”
Susan congratulated herself on the way she had turned the situation to her advantage. Archie was exactly the type Brenda was looking for. She got on the phone right away.
“Brenda darling. How are you? Yes, I’m fine. Well, I’ll tell you. I think I’ve got you a new recruit. What? Not half. Pretty as a picture. In fact, he’s half way there. Does Irish dancing…wait for it…in a girl’s costume! Yes. And his friend. No, I haven’t. But if he’s half as cute… Hahaha… So you’re interested. Don’t worry, I’ll pay his expenses. Yes. Yes dear, I’m the same as you. It’s a public service, isn’t it, turning these boys into sweet little girls and babies? So nice to know they’re not going to grow up to be football hooligans or rapists. Do I what? Oh… I’m not sure. If they’re ugly, they look so stupid in women’s stuff, which makes me laugh. If they’re cute…well, my heart melts. I just want to cuddle and mother them. Either way is okay with me. His name? Archie. Yes, Archie. I don’t know… Arlene? What? Artemesia? Never heard of it. Isn’t that when you can’t remember things? Flower? Is it? No, something simple’s best – Anna, or Abby or something. Anyway…no, that’s not a name. His sister’s going to consult his mother first, so don’t get your hopes up yet. She’ll probably want to visit you. But I have to go. Be in touch soon, then. Yes. Absolutely, sweetie. Bye then…”
Susan blew out her cheeks. “Phew. Crazy. But she’s bloody good at what she does…”
Archie, convinced he was the hero of the hour, made his triumphant way back to the house with Millie on one arm and Lily on the other, pink latex pants rustling as he walked. Megan had a satisfied smile on her face. Sinead caught her eye and had to cover her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“That Susan! Do you think she’ll really fit him up with her friend? Mum’s going to be hysterical if she does.”
“She seemed serious. I think Archie might fit right in, don’t you? He loves all this dressing up.”
“He just loves pretty outfits. Fair enough. He always did, ever since he was little. But Conor…? I know they like to compete with each other, but I’m not sure...”
When Sinead and Archie got home that evening, Archie ran straight to his mother.
“Mum? Can I go to drama school?”
“What?”
“Hold on Archie. Let me explain to mum,” interrupted Sinead.
“But…”
“Shush for a moment. Mum, We met a nice lady today whose friend runs…well, I’ll explain to you later. Anyway, she thought Archie was such a good actor…in his baby outfit…which he was, mind… Maybe a bit too good when he was showing off in that shop window.”
“Shop window?”
“I wasn’t showing off!”
“I’ll explain everything, mum. Don’t worry, Archie, I’ll explain everything and we’ll see what mum thinks, okay?”
“But Sinead…”
“That’s enough. It’s bed time and you need to calm down. Too much sugar today. Come on.” She took him by the wrist. “I’ll read you a story…”
After he was asleep Sinead told Mrs Donnelly the whole story.
“Susan seems nice, but you’d have to speak to her and Brenda. I thought it would be funny if Archie turned out like cousin Phelan! He seems to have the same instincts.”
“Well, I’m all in favour of encouraging his feminine side. He’s a changed boy since he started at Daly’s Darlings. And he really seems to love wearing girls’ clothes.”
“He did a fairly convincing baby, too, today – you should have seen him. Well, you will, I’m sure. All the girls were videoing him in the shop window.”
“Let me do some research then. I’ll put him out of his misery as soon as I can.”
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