Auntie Nun by DaraJaney 2009
When Seanâs parents were tragically killed on holidays, he was sent to his only remaining relative, his Aunt Kathleen. She was a nun in a convent school. It was an awkward situation to say the least but the school had boarders and so had the facility to accommodate Sean at least in the interim.
His Aunt explained that she had arranged with Mother Superior that he could stay with them until they came up with a better idea. He was sent to see the school nurse. She told him to strip down to his underwear. Then she made him lie down on her examination couch.
She gave him a general check over. âNow there is one special thing we need to doâ, she told him. âIâm sure you will understand.â She pulled down his boxers. She took a plastic ring, pulled it open and slipped it over his genitals. He sat frozen wondering what this was all about.
She closed the ring again behind his testicles, then pushed a small plastic post through holes in the ring. Then she took another plastic piece that was shaped like a pen-s and pulled it over his member. She connected this to the post and produced a small padlock to hold it in place.
âThere! Iâm sorry but with all these girls around we canât be too careful.â Sean was dumbstruck. She showed him the slit in the end of the plastic mould. âYou can still do what you need to do.â
Sean looked for his boxers but they were gone. The nurse produced a large pair of navy briefs. He looked at them warily. There was no y-front or anything on them but they werenât obviously girlish either.
Then the nurse produced a suspender belt. Sean had never seen one up close before and wasnât entirely sure what it was. She put it around his waist. When she produced a black stocking, he finally protested.
âIâm sorry but if you are staying here you must wear the uniform like all the other pupils.â He looked around and could not see where his clothes had gone. He asked for his Aunt but was assured that she knew about this and was in agreement.
âThe girls here are always demanding to be allowed wear trousers as part of their uniform. So we are not allowing any pupil in the school to wear trousers as it would add weight to their argument.â
In the end she pulled black stockings onto his legs and showed him how to button them to his suspenders. Once that was done, she found little resistance when she put his white blouse on him. She handed him a tie which he put on himself. Then she produced a navy gymslip. He winced but she pulled it over his head.
He stepped down from the couch and she pulled the pleated skirt of his gymslip down. It fell several inches short of his knees. She fetched a pair of shoes for him. The black patent leather shoes had a two inch heel.
He moved opposite the mirror. He squirmed with embarrassment when he saw himself. He tugged the hem of his gymslip nervously. Surely the tops of his stockings must only be barely covered. He was too embarrassed to check. The nurse just smiled at him and looked at his reflection.
âWould you like me to do something to your hair to make it look a bit more girlish?â He winced again at the thought but he did look like a boy in a dress and he might be better off if that wasnât so obvious.
She left the room and returned with a curling tongs. She put just enough waves into his hair to make him look more convincing. âOK. Letâs introduce you to your class.â Sean wrung his hands anxiously in front of his gymslip at the prospect.
He walked along behind her. The heels forced him to take smaller steps and he had to scamper a little to keep up.
He squirmed again as she opened the door to a classroom. âSister Nuala, we have a new pupil for you.â Sean walked into the room. Twenty girls watched as he stepped in.
âAnd what is your name?â Sister Nuala asked. Sean looked at the nurse. He wasnât sure what to say. âThis is Seanâ, the nurse told them. He squirmed again. The girls burst out laughing. They looked him up and down â at his wavey hair, his gymslip, stockings and shoes. He presumed that they must know he was wearing suspenders.
âTake a seat Seanâ, Sister Nuala said, barely suppressing her own amusement. He tottered nervously towards the only empty desk in the front row. He tried to hold down the back of his gymslip as he turned into the desk and sat. There were more sniggers. He felt the cold plastic of the seat against the bare skin between his panties and the tops of his stockings.
He was sure that his stocking tops must be visible to the entire class behind him. They sniggered but it could have been just because he was a boy in a gymslip. He tugged at his hem nervously.
Eventually the class settled down. Afterwards the girls all gathered around him. âSo what does it feel like to be a girl?â He was mortified. By dinner time the whole school knew and everyone came by to stare.
When it came to bedtime the girls were surprised when the nurse brought him into the dormitory. They looked at each other with a mixture of concern and excitement. âDonât worry girls. Weâve taken precautions,â she said with a smirk and left him by a vacant bed.
He tried to be discrete in keeping his eyes down as he and the girls undressed. His member was now testing the limits of his chastity device. It swelled a tiny bit but was allowed no more.
He slid into bed. Even the thought of all those girls in their underwear and nighties was enough to set him off. But the device prevented him from getting any proper arousal. He lay on his side unable to sleep because of the intense frustration.
So he continued for the rest of the week and the girls almost became used to having a boy in a gymslip in their midst. He hated it of course and was anxious to know what other options were being pursued but his Aunt never mentioned any. The school had no science classes and he hated the amount of time given over to âDomestic Sciencesâ, a euphemism for chores as far as he was concerned, and typing classes.
On Saturday, they were lined up for confession. The parish priest had come to hear them. Sean wondered as he entered the confessional if the priest knew. âYes my sonâ, he said as he slid back the hatch. OK, so there was no point in pretending.
Sean described his frustration at being made to dress like a girl. The priest told him that he should be grateful that his Aunt had come to his aid in his time of need. By the end of his lecture, Sean almost felt guilty. Catholics!
âNow I want you to tell your Aunt how grateful you areâ, the priest instructed. Sean agreed reluctantly. When he sought her out, he wasnât so sure if this was a good idea, but he had promised the priest.
âAuntie, I want to thank you for taking me in and giving me a homeâ, he muttered. She was clearly pleased. âThatâs so nice of you to say. I was afraid that you would resent having to dress like a girl and attend a convent.â Sean bit his lip. âIâll tell Mother Superior that you are happy to stay then.â Sean nearly wet himself. But he couldnât see how he could back out of it now.
âLetâs give you a proper hair-do to celebrate. Weâll go into town.â Sean squirmed. What had he got himself into?
Before they left she handed him a large bag. âYou may as well give your old boyâs clothes to the charity shop in town since you wonât be needing them any more.â He wanted to cry.
He trooped into town after her wondering did the people in the town know he was really a boy. When they came to the charity shop she motioned him to go in. He handed the bag to the lady at the counter and looked at it wistfully. âThank you, youâre so kind.â He tugged the hem of his gymslip nervously for the thousandth time and left the shop realising that he no longer had anything to wear except gymslips and stockings. His Aunt got him a perm at the hairdressers. âNow you are a proper lady.â
Sunday the girls were allowed to wear their own clothes. His Aunt fished out something from their general wardrobe. She was clearly delighted with the red and white polka dot dress. Sean tried not to look ungrateful. She gave him white stockings and suspenders to go with it and red shoes with an even higher heel. There was also a matching red clip-on bow. When he went to put the dress on he realised it had a petticoat attached.
Most of the girls in the school took advantage of the freedom to wear trousers on Sunday and he was one of the few to wear a pretty dress which everyone found so amusing. When he stood up from dinner a splinter on the leg of the table caught his stocking. He cried out and everyone looked. They sniggered as he pulled up his dress, revealing his petticoat, and fingered the hole in his white stocking. âNever mindâ, his Aunt assured him, âIâll get you a new stocking.â He tottered off after her amidst great tittering.
On Monday the sewing teacher finally got tired of his inability to pick it up. âWeâll have to send you to the junior school class to get the basics.â
He was further mortified at being sent in with the ten year olds. He stuck out like a sore thumb being so much bigger and in his navy gymslip in the middle of all the girls in their pink gingham dresses and white ankle socks.
Even at that level he struggled to pick it up. It was a long class and ended out of sequence with his original senior class. So he had to stay with the juniors for their next period which was a music class.
He had never learnt an instrument and struggled in this class too. That evening there were discussions. His Aunt told him he would have to stay in the junior class for a while until he caught up a bit more. He would have to work hard, she told him.