Escape to Victoria

[DaraJaney]

Every work morning Victor had to get up extra early to get dressed and do his make-up.  His mother and aunt had him convinced that, with any mistake, the fact that he was male might be spotted and that ensured that he was diligent with his foundation, blush and eye-shadow.

He always had a last check in the hall mirror before he went out.  His lipstick might have been smudged having breakfast.  He had to constantly tug his short pleated skirts down as far as he could and check his stockings which he now knew were liable to laddering.

He usually ended up cutting it fine for his bus and had to do his best to trot along in his heels to make it in time.  He didn’t want to have to stand around for another twenty minutes in his heels waiting for the next one.  The bus stop was in an exposed spot meaning that he was constantly clutching his skirt against the breeze.  Large lorries whooshing past played havoc with his short skirt too but it did provide entertainment for others waiting at the stop.

He had to walk about half a mile to the office at the other end which left his feet aching from his heels.  There was no way his mother would let him wear trainers for the journey.  She convinced him that high heels were necessary to make his large male feet appear smaller and daintier.

At work his woes continued.  He realized quickly that male colleagues frequently asked him to reach up for things on top shelves or bend over for things from bottom drawers.  He always did his best to try to avoid his skirt riding up but suspected that they got their thrill with a glimpse of stocking top or suspender strap just the same – but he could never be sure.

His immediate boss, a stern middle-aged lady, clearly resented his short skirts, perky boobs and fluttering eyelashes and gave him the worst tasks, usually involving walking up and down stairs a lot and wandering around the office being ogled by the men.  He was highly conscious on stairways that anyone below his level must surely be able to see up his pleated skirt.

One day he walked up the driveway at home desperate to get out of his high heels and peel his annoying false eyelashes off.  When he went in the front door there was a man sitting on the sofa and his aunt had a very guilty look on her face.

“Victor!  We’ve caught up with you at last”, the man said, grinning at Victor’s highly feminine appearance.  Victor cringed and tugged his skirt down yet again.  He was of course mortified at being caught in a skirt, stockings and suspenders, boobs and full make-up.

“Your aunt here tells me that you are contracted to be a receptionist/secretary for three years!”  Victor’s false eye-lashes drooped as he studied the carpet.  He was already wondering would he be allowed to change his clothes before being hauled back to the special school.  He felt sick at the idea of scampering in there wearing his high heels and pleated skirt.

“Well it’s been my job to track you down and bring you back”, the man told him.  Victor considered that it might actually be a relief.  These shoes were killing him.  He wasn’t sure he could stand another week dressed up and parading around like a tart, let alone three years.

Then he remembered that he wouldn’t be sent back to the school.  He would be sent to juvenile detention for having absconded.  He had already reckoned that he would be beaten black and blue if he was sent there – he couldn’t imagine what would happen if they found out that he had been dressing as a girl!

The man stood up.  “But I reckon three years in that get-up is probably a bigger punishment!” he laughed.  Victor frowned.  “And will save the taxpayer’s money.”  He tried to straighten his blouse where his boobs made it bulge.  He lifted one foot and tried to relieve some of the discomfort of his heels while he considered which was worse.

In the end he wasn’t given a choice.  The man turned back to them before he opened the front door.  “Be assured I will be dropping by to make sure that you serve all of your sentence.”  Victor sighed heavily.  “And there won’t be any time off for good behaviour”, he chuckled as he left.

Victor was left wondering if this was the better outcome or not as he tried to relieve the other heel.  “That was lucky!” his aunt concluded.  Victor wasn’t so sure.

[krystalasbaby2017]

welll at least Victor knows his life in heels and mini skirts going to last another 3 yrs lol

[DaraJaney]

So Victor was resigned to his new life as Victoria the receptionist/secretary – for the next three years anyway.  He knew his alternative now was juvenile detention with all of his fellow inmates undoubtedly knowing of his time in boobs, corsets, short skirts and stockings and suspenders.  That didn’t bear thinking about.

His main gripe was the amount of time it took to do his make-up each morning and the regular shaving of legs and body that was necessary.  Initially his aunt just waived it off with “now you understand how difficult it is to be a woman.”

But one day his mother was visiting when he grumbled and she told him “well there are things we can do to make it all easier for you”.  He was interested.  “You know, things like laser hair-removal.  You would only need to do that maybe once a year.  Let’s book a session as Marsie’s Beauty Salon on Saturday.”

When Victor arrived at the salon the first thing he noticed was how gorgeous all the assistants were – perfect figures and highly attractive make-up.  Victor felt an embarrassing stirring in his panties even despite his highly feminine appearance.  He was handed a large glass of orange juice and his nervousness made him drink it quite quickly.  It was refilled.

He was nervous about the effect of these beautiful ladies working on him as his mother and aunt made him strip right down to nothing for the laser hair removal.  Whether his mother detected this or not she nodded to his private parts and said “it’s about time we did something about that.”  Victor held his hands in front of his member and cringed expecting an erection as soon as one of those ladies came in.  But despite the nervousness he should have felt, he actually smiled and felt weird about that.

His mother made him lie back on the treatment couch.  She took something from her bag and started fiddling with his private parts.  This should have worried him greatly but he lay back smiling at the ceiling.  That orange juice is nice, he thought and drank some more.

He frowned as he felt his testicles and pen-is being handled.  He heard a click and his mother went “there!”  He leant on his elbows and had a look.  His pen-is was now covered in a small hard plastic tube which curved inwards against his groin.  He could see a hard plastic ring around the base of his coc-k behind his testicles.  There was a little padlock.

But he just lay back and smiled.  He was sure there was a good reason for it.  It would keep his tackle well tucked away which was not unreasonable for his feminine look.

Two assistants came in and he ogled them as they pottered about the room.  His inhibitions appeared to be lowered as he wouldn’t normally be so obvious about staring at women.  His member started to react but met the hard plastic of the chastity device.

One of the ladies came right over and started examining the device and giggled.  Victor squirmed as the plastic tube stopped his pen-is enlarging and prevented any actual feeling of arousal.  He was relieved to be saved the embarrassment in one way but was more than a little concerned about the padlock.  Who had the key?

He lay back as they started the laser treatment.  He smiled at the ceiling again suddenly unworried about the chastity device and gorgeous women working around his private area.  He took another drink of orange juice.  He had never noticed before just how nice orange juice could be – it must be freshly squeezed or something, he thought.

The laser treatment took quite a long time but Victor lay back and focused on the fact that he would not have to do any shaving for the rest of the year.  Other beauticians came in and gave him a manicure and pedicure and he was starting to feel good under all this female attention though his chastity device made sure it didn’t show.  He did feel a regret that he couldn’t feel the arousal but it was for the best in the circ-umstances.

When the hair removal was done he was impressed with the results.  Oddly for a beautician’s, there were no mirrors in the room but he could look down and over his shoulder and he was amazingly bare.  “Now it’s time for our girl to develop a bit more”, his mother told him.  She produced a pair of quite large breastforms.

His previous breastforms were attached to plastic see-through straps but these had a seamless top on them with holes for his arms and head.  When his mother fitted it on him it seemed quite seamless with his body – a much more snug fit - as if it was tailor made.

“Mum these are much bigger!” he protested as the breast forms wobbled in front of him.  “Some girls develop very quickly”, she tittered.  “Believe me this will be good for your career”, she smiled a satisfied smile.

Victor knew he should have been more upset about this but he was actually quite amused by the big boobs.  He just wished they weren’t on him.  “More orange juice?” his aunt invited and he took another swig and smiled.

His mother now had a new corset with suitably larger cups which she now laced on to him.  The cups had a firm wire support underneath his boobs ensuring that they were well presented but they still wobbled noticeably when he moved.

His mother pulled the strings on his corset to his usual waistline.  His aunt took a scarlet dress out of a bag and held it up to admire.  Victor thought it couldn’t be for him as it had a very slim waist.  Just then his mother put her knee in the small of his back and tugged on the strings to reduce his waist by another couple of inches.

“No!” Victor gasped but she was already tying the laces.  His aunt threw the dress over his head and quickly zipped it up.  It fitted perfectly over his tiny waist and accommodated his new boobs snuggly.  “Perfect!” his mother judged as he gasped for breath.  The skirt of the dress flared out with deep pleats all the way around.

His aunt was already unwrapping a pair of glossy nude stockings to show his bare legs off.  As she put her hand down through the first stocking to find the end he saw the thick dark seam.  It was only when they went to put the stockings on him that he noticed his toes had been painted scarlet to match his dress.

They attached his stockings to the suspenders on his corset and made him turn around to check his seams.  After a little tugging and adjustment of one suspender strap they were satisfied.  Next they slipped a pair of high heels sandals on his feet.  His scarlet toes were visible through the stockings and peeped out the open toe of his sandals – also bright red.

When they pulled him to his feet he realized that the heels were a good inch higher than anything he’d had before.  Between that and the weight of his bigger boobs pulling him forward, he almost fell over.  He eventually took a few little steps forward in his five-inch heels.  “These are impossible!” he complained, trying to steady his boobs in front.  “You’ll get used them just like you got used to the four-inch, once you’ve been wearing them every day”, his aunt assured him.

Again, he should have been more worried but managed to scamper around the room in little steps trying to adjust for the wobbling of his boobs.  He stopped and took another swig of juice.

[dolly bo peep]

Thank you, Dara Janey. This chapter really turned things up a notch.

Tighter corset, bigger boobs, higher heels, and chastity!

Things are likely going to be more interesting at the office and getting there and back.

[DaraJaney]

The beauticians made Victor lie back again and started on his hair which had grown nice and long so that he no longer needed a wig.  Other ladies started on his nails on either side again and another on his face.  She had some kind of electrical implement – like a dentist’s drill, he thought.  That should have worried him but he lay back smiling in the middle of all this female attention.

He could even have fallen asleep for a while, he wasn’t sure but he noticed that one of the beauticians was rubbing something on his ear lobes.  They felt cold and numb – even more numb than the rest of him.  Next thing she appeared to be holding a gun!  He sniggered at the thought.  There was a click and he felt something happen at his ear lobe but it was still totally numb.  Then she went to the other side and repeated.

He didn’t much like the smell of chemicals they were putting in his hair.  What on earth were they?  He hoped they might be conditioners or something that would make his longer hair easier to handle, whatever they were.  He thought of saying something but one of the ladies was using that electrical instrument on his lips so he just relaxed and let it all happen.

He realized he hadn’t had any orange juice in a while.  The glass was empty and they hadn’t refilled it in quite a while.  He tried to push himself up from the couch but the beauticians eased him back down “almost done”.  So he relaxed again and let them finish.  He was beginning to get concerned about what they were all doing though.

Eventually he was helped to his feet.  He tottered around for a few seconds, yet again having to get used to his five-inch heels and large boobs.  He winced at his tight waist in the corset.  He felt odd in lots of places.

They opened the door. He scampered towards it in his little steps.  He stopped as he saw how his boobs wobbled and tried to move more slowly but there was little he could do to stop them.  They were held well up and out by the cups of his corset.

He came out into a room with a full length mirror.  He stopped dead.  He had a large swoop of blond hair!  He reached up to feel it.  The wavy hair was stiff as wire.  Then he saw the large diamond studs in his ears.  They had pierced his ears!  When he went to feel his earlobes he realized that long scarlet nails had been glued to his finger nails making them as least twice as long!

He also had scarlet lipstick and impressive eyebrows.  He tottered right up to the mirror to have a closer look.  His boobs actually hit the mirror and stopped him getting closer.  The ladies all tittered as he jerked back in surprise.

His lips were a perfect cupid’s bow – much better than anything he had managed before with standard lipstick.  He ran his forefinger over his lower lip to try to feel what kind of coating they had used.  Then he noticed that his actual eyebrows appeared to have been removed and perfectly arched brows drawn on.

“How long will this last?” he asked touching his lips again.  There was no answer at first.  He looked around at the ladies who appeared to be puzzled at his question.  “Why it’s permanent of course”, one of the beauticians answered.  Victor wasn’t sure that he had heard her right.  “And the eyebrows are permanent too – tattoos”, she explained.

His mother stepped forward.  Victor was speechless as he looked at himself in the mirror.  “You aren’t ever going back to being a boy”, she informed him.  Victor looked again at his scarlet lips, arched brows and pierced ears.  If he wore boy’s clothes now he would just look ridiculous.  The permanent lips and eyebrows ensured he could never look like anything other than a girl ever again!

Trying to ignore his shock, his mother suggested brightly “now, we need to do some shopping for dresses for your new figure!”  His aunt handed him his handbag and helped him along.  He was still in shock.  He didn’t feel at all smiley and happy as he had done for the last few hours.  What was in that orange juice?

As he scampered past the row of mirrors, growing a little more confident in his five-inch heels and heavy boobs, he couldn’t help but stare at his very slender waist and caught a glimpse of the long seams on his glossy nude stockings emerging from under his short flared dress running all the way down to the high heels of his shoes.

As the door to the street was opened for him he looked again at his stiff blond waves and realized how attention-grabbing he was going to be tottering down the street in his scarlet flared dress, matched by his five-inched heeled sandals, long nails and lips.

The mall was several blocks away, giving him plenty of practice in his new higher heels but it took ages as his mother and aunt patiently waited for him to totter long in tiny frustrating steps.  He could see that passers-by were highly amused by this blond bimbo in ridiculously impractical heels.  Men were grinning as his wobbly boobs.

He was soon kitted out with more dresses and short skirts and blouses to fit his tiny waist and big boobs.  Three more pairs of shoes with five-inch heels were perfect to ensure that he could wear them at all times and for all occasions.

He needed to use the loo before heading home.  His mother and aunt had a look in a gift shop while he went in search of the ladies.  It was just beside a bar which opened onto the street on the other side.

As he left the toilets, a stag party emerged from the bar –well-oiled already considering it was only late afternoon.  Needless to say when they saw the heavily made-up blond with the big boobs, tiny waist, short flared dress, long glossy legs and high heels, there followed a series of loud catcalls and whistles.

Victor decided the safest thing to do was to pass them back into the Mall.  Of course in his five-inch heels he couldn’t get away from them fast enough and he was hugely aware that any one of them could easily catch him in a few strides.  His wobbling boobs didn’t help and he could see the men leering at them.

As he desperately scampered past them he realized that from behind they would see his seams disappearing up under his short flared scarlet dress and they would have a pretty good idea that he was wearing stockings and suspenders.  He desperately hoped that his dress wasn’t fluttering up too much as he tottered along but with his hands full of shopping bags there was nothing he could do to hold his dress down.

He’d never felt so vulnerable.  Escape in those heels was impossible if one of the guys had it in mind to approach him and they all knew that, thanks to the stockings and suspenders all they would have to do was reach up under his dress and yank his panties down to gain access.

Fortunately for him they were unlikely to try anything in a busy shopping mall but he knew that this was going to be continuous problem for him now.  He was relieved when his mother and aunt appeared out of the shop, oblivious to his close shave.

Before they left the Mall they paused at the doors to check that they had everything.  Victor was opposite a large mirror.  He had become used to checking his lipstick in mirrors when presented with one.  Then he realized there was no need.  His cupid’s bow would always be perfect and bright red.

He looked at his arched eyebrows, bulging boobs and slender waist all firmly packaged by his tight corset.  His one remaining boy’s part was neatly and securely tucked away.  He followed down along his long glossy legs to his scarlet five-inch heels.  He was worried that his short flared dress was riding up too much and tried to tug the hem down.  His long fingernails snagged on his dress and he wondered how anyone could do anything with these long extensions glued on!

But this was how it was going to be for him now.  This was how he was going to look at work every day.  He sighed heavily but then realized that his mother and aunt had moved off.

“Wait for me!” he called desperately as he scampered along in his heels already ten yards behind them looking around the street nervously hoping that stag party had moved on.

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

Thank you for that chapter - those changes to Victor really exceeded my expectations.

All of those changes will make his immediate boss dislike him even more, so the work assignments will likely expose him to even more to the leering men.

He is even more scared now of doing anything to give his true identity away because the makeup is now permanently tattooed on and the authorities know who and where he is, with the threat of the boys reformatory a real incentive to stay on the straight and narrow path dictated by his mother.

[DaraJaney]

This story was based on what is supposed to be a true story from the memoirs of playwright Peter Sheridan (brother of Jim Sheridan, Director of "My Left Foot").

A friend of his was consigned to an "industrial school" in 1960s Dublin when they were teenagers.  Troublesome boys were sent to such schools.

According to Sheridan, his friend's sister helped him escape from the school by leaving girl's clothes and a wig in the dressing rooms for her brother to feign injury in a match and change into the clothes.

He went home but continued to wear a skirt and wig and pad out some boobs whenever he went out.  In his working class area nobody had much time for the police so they all played along with the ruse and called him "Mary".

According to Sheridan, his friend seemed to get a bit too fond of it and started asking questions about how good he looked.  Eventually the authorities caught up with him but sadly he was allowed change into his boy's clothes before being returned to the school.

I have to say that it sounds like a bit of a yarn to me but I'm sure we'd like to think it happened.

Thanks for all the nice comments on the story.