part 5
I sat as directed and made myself comfortable. Francis sat opposite me at the table, she began to speak,"It all began when Paul was eleven years old, he'd been at boarding school and was a very disruptive pupil, several times Mary had been summoned to the school to see the principal, and each time Mary had managed to convince her not to expell the boy. The final straw was when he and another boy raided a local girls boarding school, and rather than have him expelled Mary took him out of the school herself, she decided to teach him at home, she's a qualified teacher. She and a very close friend by the name of Joan decided they had to get rid of his aggressive nature, they'd heard about petticoat punishment, so the thought they'd give it a try. Firstly they threw all his underwear away, and supplied him with girls vests and knickers, if he refused to wear them he was punished with a spanking. He received quite a few! but it had the desired effect, eventually. After a month or so of feminine undies, they next disposed of his boy clothes and replaced them with satin or velvet girls trousers and girls lacy blouses, the punishment was again severe for refusal. Once, as an exteme punishment, they took him into the village, shopping, he was dressed for the occasion in a white satin blouse with a black and white polka-dot bow at the neck, black velvet trousers with a back zip, black patent Mary Janes and white pop-socks, it caused quite a stir! He became a lot more manageable after that, any further trouble and a visit to the shops was threatened, he suddenly became very good after that threat, I can tell you! Also for major disobedience, he would be sent to bed early dressed in a nappy, something which after a short while became the norm, right up 'til now as I'm sure you've noticed,"
I nodded sagely, Francis continued, "After about a year or so Paul started to get very disobedient again, and no matter how many times he was spanked, he'd still continue. Extreme measures were now deeded. As I mentioned before, her friend Joan was invoved in his treatment, now Joan is a practicing pharmacist with access to all kinds of drugs, something which proved to be very handy. Every day thereafter Pauls' food was being laced with female hormone tablets, finely ground so he didn't notice, the effects took a while to become apparent, but gradually his boistrousness subsided, and he became a lot more amenable, of course, there were side-affects! He didn't develop as a normal boy, his figure gradually changed over the years, and now as you can see for yourself he is begining to develop breasts, to the extent that he's started to wear bras, that didn't go down well either. Now, if he's really bad, the threat of hospital for breast enlargement is used, that works quite effectively. Despite his feminine appearence he's still a boy, which is why Mary keeps his hair cut short and doesn't use make-up on him. It keeps him from running away too. Once the hormones began to kick in they decided to go the whole hog with the clothes, out went the trousers and socks, in came dresses and skirts, tights and stockings. More spankings inevitably followed, culminating in the utimate punishment, an humilliating trip to the village in a pretty, pale blue satin party frock with all the trimmings, bouffant petticoat, lace tights and Mary Janes. Pauls' embarrassment and humilliation hit the heights on that day, I remember being here when they returned home, Paul was crying his eyes out, his spirit was broken, he's never done anything really bad since. He absolutely hates his condition, but he just hasn't the will to do anything about it anymore. That, basically, is how your cousin comes to be the way he is, a frightened little sissy." Francis looked at me, "So now you know!" she finished.
I trudged back up the stairs to bed, my head reeling with the story, it was a long while before I could sleep!
Morning seemed to come very quickly, I woke with the sun streaming through a gap in the curtains. I felt as though I'd been asleep for about half an hour. I became aware of a presence in the room, I looked up groggily, Paul stood at the foot of the bed, he had a cup and saucer in his hand. He was wearing a very short frock, it was almost transparent......
part 6
I lay in bed staring groggily at the boy, he slowly walked round to the side of my bed and placed the tea down on the bedside cabinet. He paused, then he actually looked me in the eye for the first time, briefly, just a quick flutter if the truth be told, nevertheless I suppose it was a start! He spoke, "Mummy wants to know if you'd like breakfast yet?" he said in a little voice, he curtsied, I didn't believe it! He curtsied! He was glowing bright red. I found my voice, "Thank you Paul, perhaps some scrambled eggs, that would be very nice,"
He curtsied again, "I'll go and tell her," he turned and almost minced from the room. I stared after him, slowly shaking my head. I climbed out of bed, walked to the bathroom and showered, as I was drying myself there was a tap at the door, I opened it and peered round the door. Paul was standing outside with a bundle of clothes in his arms, "Mummy says, as you are almost the same size, perhaps you'd like a change of clothes," he offered the bundle to me. I hastily tied a towel round myself, and took the clothes from him, "Thank you Paul, tell Mary she's very kind,"
Paul curtsied yet again, I closed the door. I dressed myself from the selection Paul had brought me, I wore a simple short sleeved white cotton top, a pair of black stretch slacks and my own shoes. Mary had thoughtfully given me a new bra and matching panties, fortunately we were indeed the same size. I went downstairs for breakfast.
Mary was just serving the eggs as I arrived, "Good timing, did you sleep well?" she asked.
"No, not especially," I answered truthfully.
"Oh, why not?"
I decided to be honest, "I came down for a glass of water last night and met your cook Francis, we had a long chat, I went to bed quite late,"
"About Paulie?" she looked questioningly.
"Well, yes,"
"It's OK, I knew you'd find out eventually, so now you know!" she shrugged and sat down and ate her breakfast. I did the same. After a moment or two Mary looked up, "I'd be obliged if you didn't interfere, just let us go on as we've always done,"
"Very well," I agreed reluctantly. Breakfast finished in silence. I would be pleased to be leaving tomorrow, I thought.
After breakfast, and the dishes were done, I went and sat in the lounge, my favourite room, and read the paper. As I was reading I became aware of somebody in the room, I looked up from the paper, Paul was at the far end of the room dusting some nick-nacks or other. I don't think he'd realised I was in the room. I took the oportunity of studying him more closely. He was wearing a maids uniform unlike any I'd seen before. For a start it was transparent! It was made from some kind of chiffon, it had short sleeves and low neck-line, the skirt was very short. Pauls' lace bra could be seen clearly, so too his unbelievably frilly white knickers. He wore a lace suspender belt and white lace top glossy stockings, on his feet were a pair of white high heels. He moved around effortlessly, as if it were perfectly normal for an eighteen year old boy to be dressed that way! From the neck down he looked all female, from the neck up he looked like a boy, a soft featured boy, but a boy nonetheless. I accidently rustled the paper, he looked round frantically, spotted me, and made to dash from the room. I held up my hand, "It's all right Paul, you just carry on, don't mind me I'll just read my paper," I said.
Paul stopped, one arm across his chest the other in front of his knickers protectively, he looked horrified. "No, no, I'll come back," he squeeked, blushing hotly. He edged towards the door with little knees together side-steps. He looked very silly, I almost laughed, but didn't. I got up and walked to the now very alarmed boy, I stood in front of him, he looked at me fearfully. I reached out and took his upper arm gently, it was as soft and smooth as my own. He smelled faintly of perfume. "Paul, you don't have to be frightened of me, I won't hurt you, please just carry on with what you were doing, just ignore me," I spoke softly, trying to calm the boy down. He glanced up at me, "OK Susan, I'll try," he said softly.
At that precise moment Mary entered the room, she saw us together, obviously talking. "Paul, what are you doing, you're supposed to be working not chatting. When you are in uniform you do not talk to anyone, you know that very well!" she said sternly.
"It's my fault Mary, I spoke to him," I intervened.
"Paul knows the rules, he should have ignored you," she said brusquely, then "Paul, assume the position!"
Paul immediately bent over, hands gripping his ankles, Mary lifted his skirt and produced from her apron pocket what looked like a table-tennis bat. She raised it high and brought it down with a resounding WHACK, hard on Pauls bottom. Six times! Paul stood, silent tears fell from his eyes.
"Let that be a lesson to you, now go to the kitchen!" she ordered. I watched, stunned, it all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to react. Mary looked at me, "Rules are rules," she said simply, then carried on as if nothing had happened, "As it's your last night here I thought we'd have a little party this evening, just the three of us, you'll be able to chat to Paulie all you like then," she smiled sweetly, as if to say, won't that be nice!
"I'll look forward to it," I said, thinking, yes, that'll give you a good oportunity to humilliate your son even more.
Why did he stand for it?....
part 7
Before Mary returned to the kitchen to torment Paul further, I asked her whether it was to be a formal party, as I obviously had nothing to wear. "Oh, no,no, not at all, come as you are, Paulie may well dress up for the occasion, he likes to look smart, but you needn't worry," she said magnanimously. 'Likes to look smart', I thought, I bet!
Mary went back to the kitchen. I just wandered around the house trying to avoid Mary as much as possible, I have to admit it was truly a fantastic house, huge! One thing I did learn from the cook, Francis, was Marys' husband had died shortly after Paul was born, a heart attack, he was pretty young. However he was very wealthy, mostly family money, but he was worth a fair bit in his own right, hence the house, which Mary obviously inherited. Every room was superbly decorated, all in Victorian style, it had a lovely feel to it. I spent ages just admiring the decor and furniture, which mostly seemed original. It was like a museum. Once or twice I saw Paul, vacuuming or dusting, I didn't dare approach him again for fear of Mary popping out of the woodwork, and giving the hapless boy another thrashing.
At about six o'clock that evening, I decided to go to my room to do some reading, Mary had a superb library and I'd selected a book on Victorian dress which would while away the hour or so 'til dinner. After about half an hour I became aware of voices, Paul and Mary. I got up from the bed where I'd been lying and crept out of the room, curiosity would surely kill this cat one day! I tip-toed down the corridor, once again the door of Marys' room was slightly ajar, but not enough for me to see in. All I could do was listen to the goings-on in the room. The voices were quite muffled, but it seemed that Mary was forcing Paul to do something against his will, a lot of demanding noises from Mary and a lot of whining and pleading from Paul. I knew who'd win! Suddenly, the door of her room started to open. I had nowhere to go, I just grabbed the nearest door knob and quickly entered a room. It was the airing room. I eased the door almost closed, and hoped that I hadn't been seen, I peeked through the gap, Mary was going down the corridor away from me, whew!
I looked around the room, There were now two airers erected, one was covered with terry towelling nappies, plastic pants and romper suits. The other with knickers in many pastel shades, bras and petticoats, stockings and tights, I now knew that were all Pauls! I carefully opened the door, then crept back to my room, leaving Mary and my cousin to do what ever it was they were doing. I resumed my reading, though not concentrating very well, dinner time approached.
A gong sounded, dinner. I went down the stairs to the dining room, the huge table had been laid out as if for a formal banquet, a banquet for three! Beautiful chinaware, crystal glasses and silver cutlery, all on a highly polished wooden table, it was incredible. The table had been laid so that Mary would sit at the head and Paul and I would sit next to each other, rather than opposite, very cosy! As I stood admiring the layout the door opened behind me, I turned, it was Mary, she beckoned to an unseen Paul. I heard him before I saw him! He entered the room, swishing and rustling, he was dressed in a peach coloured satin party frock, it was like a large version of something a little girl of about seven or eight years old would wear to a childrens birthday party! It had a high neck, puffed short sleeves, a wide white satin band around the middle tied in a huge bow. Underneath he wore an enormous white organza petticoat balloning the skirt out hugely, I doubted if he could see his feet! The dress was about mid thigh in length, though it looked shorter because of the petticoat, on his feet he wore white lace ankle socks and matching peach coloured Mary Janes. To say that Paul looked embarrassed would be a monumental understatement! He wore no make-up, his hair styled in its' normal boyish way, head bowed, blushing furiously, his smooth, shiny, hairless legs trembled imperceptibly, he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. Oddly, I wondered what he was doing for knickers! Mary came to the rescue, "Paulie dear, would you get the corkscrew from the cabinet please," she asked.
Paul curtsied.
"You don't have to be so formal now dear, you're off-duty, it's a party!" she laughed.
Pauls' mouth twitched, I imagine it was the best he could manage as far as smiling went! He walked, rustling loudly, to the cabinet and bent to open a low drawer.
His knickers were peach satin with white satin ruffles.....
part 8
Paul straightened up, he held out the bottle opener towards Mary, who wasn't aware, he then held it towards me, as I started to reach for it, he placed it on the table. He looked like he was completely flustered, hardly supprising considering what he was wearing.
"Shall we sit?" said Mary.
We took our appointed places at the table, Mary at the head, Paul and myself next to each other, Paul closest to Mary. Pauls' skirts billowed up around him, he tried desperately to tame them with a large amount of rustling, finally, when satisfied, he sat with his hands clasped in his lap. He fidgetted, squirming on his seat.
"Paul, do sit still, what's the matter with you?" Mary asked crossly.
Paul leaned towards his mother, he whispered in her ear.
"Oh stop making such a fuss!" she sighed, turning to me she explained, "I had Paulie shave all the hair from around his bits this evening, for hygene reasons, now he's complaining that it's all itchy, silly child!" she tutted.
I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to comment, I simply raised my head slightly and said "Oh!" Paul blushed deeply.
The dining room door opened and Francis entered carrying soup, she dished it out. She stared at Pauls party frock, then at me and raised her eyes heavenward.
"Francis, doesn't Paulie look lovely this evening?" Mary asked.
"Indeed yes Mary, an absolute picture,"
We ate our soup in silence, Pauls' hand trembled noticeably.
As the meal progressed, I took the opportunity of looking more closely at my cousin. His complection was completely blemish free, soft and hairless. I looked at his legs, knees firmly together, peeking out from the masses of frothy petticoat, they were also utterly hairless, they were so smooth they were shiny. I couldn't resist the temptation, I reached out and placed my hand on his thigh, "How are you enjoying the meal, Paul?" I asked.
He jumped, his legs were so soft and smooth I wanted to stroke them, "I, er, um, it's very nice," he whispered.
I could see the lacy straps of his bra through the shiny material of his frock, the small mounds of his breasts rose and fell with his breathing. I wanted desperately to hold him close and comfort him, he looked so sad. I think the wine we had with the meal was making me slightly amorous, Paul looked good enough to eat!
After the meal we retired to the living room, Mary and I sat in arm chairs, Paul sat on the sofa opposite me. Mary and I chatted about the arrangements for my leaving the next day, all the while I kept glancing at Paul, sitting primly, knees together hands in his lap. At one stage Mary asked him to pour her and myself a glass of brandy each, as he rose from the sofa his legs parted slightly, giving me a breathtaking glimpse of peach satin panty, it made me lose the thread of the conversation! Mary excused herself, she needed a wee! While she was out of the room I asked Paul if he liked living here, and if he liked being dressed like a girl.
"Yes I think so," he replied unconvincingly, then said, "But I don't like having to wear nappies at night, or wear dresses like this, most of the time I just wear a kilt and blouse, of course I have to wear my knickers and a bra, it's only when mummy has guests that I have to dress pretty, it's very embarrassing," he shifted position, his petticoat swished. "Why do you stand for it?" I asked.
"I'm too scared not to, mummy smacks me or takes me to the village in a frock if I try to resist," a tear rolled down his cheek, he sniffed.
I got up and sat next to him on the sofa, I put my arm around his waist, he turned to me and embraced me, sobbing. I kissed him on his forehead, "It's OK paul, you have a good cry, I feel so sorry for you, would you like to come to London with me when I go tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.
Paul surprised me with his answer, "No, I can't, mummy needs me here, since daddy died I've had to be the man of the house!" he looked at me with a straight face, I almost laughed, 'man' I thought, have you looked at yourself recently! Despite the humilliating treatment Paul would never leave his mother, I was amazed. He was an eighteen year old man, he wore a bra, frilly knickers, he worked as a maid in a maids uniform, he wore nappies to bed, he was dressed in little girl party frocks, he didn't like it yet he wouldn't leave. Never to go to the pub with his mates, never to have a girl friend, never to do boy things, always a girl!
The next day Mary drove me home, the last sight of Paul was of him waving on the door step, he was dressed in his pink satin maids uniform, a gust of wind blew his dress up revealing a frothy pair of pink and white knickers, he was fighting to push the frilly petticoat down as we disappeared round the corner.
"You will come again, won't you?" Mary asked when we reached my flat.
"Of course, I'd love to."
That's how I met my cousin Paul.
THE END.