“Now Anthony, said his Aunt, “If we are going to pretend you are a pretty little girl this summer, we need to take some advice, so I’ve invited my best friend Dawn and her lovely daughter Nicole round for tea this afternoon. Nicole is a good example of the kind of niece I’d like you to be during your stay with me. Not only is she a very beautiful girl, she is sweet, kind and loves girlish feminine clothes. She and her mummy pick all her clothes together, and she is the cutest girl you’ll ever meet, a little shy, but with the best manners. Her mummy doesn’t see any reason for her to rush into being a grown up, even though she is seventeen, which is exactly what I think about you, sweetheart. I also happen to know that like you, little Nicole has trouble controlling her wee wees, so most of the time her mummy puts her in nappies under her pretty dresses. They will be coming round at about six o’ clock, so here’s what I want to do. I want you to pretend to be my niece Abigail and see if they can tell you are a boy. I’ve baked some little cakes and I’d like you to help me serve Dawn and Nicole at tea time dressed as a little girl. I’ve laid out some clothes I’d like you to wear on your bed, so let’s go and get you dressed.”
Anthony’s heart was pounding hard as he followed Auntie Claire upstairs to his bedroom.
Peeking in the door, his hair stood on end and his knees wobbled as he saw what was waiting for him on the bed. Most of the bed was covered by a snowy white satin party dress covered with pale blue ribbons, bows and ruffles with a froth of petticoats showing beneath it’s short hem. Laid over a nearby chair was a silky girls vest or camisole top and a pair of white opaque stockings with frilly hold up tops, while on the seat of the chair was a neatly folded fluffy white rectangle of cloth, two large safety pins and a pair of white waterproof baby panties with lacy ruffles around the leg openings.
Scanning around the room Anthony noticed a pair of white slip on pumps on the floor and containers of talc-um powder, baby lotion and Vaseline on the bedside table.
Anthony stared at the ensemble again and then stammered “Au- Auntie, do I really have to w-wear these clothes?” With her hand on her hips, his Auntie gave him a stern look he had not seen before, turned and opened on of the wardrobes near the door. She took out a long bamboo cane and pointing it at Anthony’s heaving chest, tersely replied “Your mummy sent you to stay with me for a reason and I intend to instill some discipline in you as well showing you that boys have a lot to learn from polite, obedient little girls. When you go back home at the end of the summer, I guarantee you will be richer for the experience, but you must always do as Auntie says, or I will be forced to cane your little bottom. Do you understand me?” Anthony quailed at the thought of being caned by his nice, kind Auntie Claire, so although his eyes filled with tears, he nodded and decided to do as he was told. His mind was still coming to grips with the involuntary orgasm he had experienced in his panties in the way from the train station and wondered if dressing as a little girl would have the same effect, especially as it looked like Auntie wanted to put him in a nappy. Putting back the cane, Auntie turned with a bright smile and said, “OK, let’s take that towel away and have a look at you sweetie.” Anthony gasped and tried to cover himself as the bath towel was whisked away, leaving him naked and blushing. “Hands by your sides please.” Said Auntie, firmly. Anthony complied and felt his Auntie’s eyes rove all over his slim, hairless body. “What a sweet little willie you have”, she cooed, taking the tip of the little boy’s pen-s between her thumb and forefinger. “ You couldn’t help but squirt your little boy cream into your new girl’s panties on the way from the station, could you? It was the most darling thing I’ve ever seen, I wish I could get that excited so easily.” As she spoke, she gently pulled his foreskin back and forth, while Anthony could only whimper an incoherent reply with his hands held rigidly at his sides, fighting the tingling feeling Auntie’s touching was causing between his legs.
Auntie giggled as Anthony’s pen-s grew harder and harder under her fingers then she abruptly stopped and said, “that’s enough excitement for now, let’s get a nice soft nappy and some pretty clothes on you my little niece.” She spread out a fleecy white nappy on the bed and beckoned Anthony to come and sit on it. Lying on his back with his erection lying flat to his tummy, Anthony squirmed in embarrassment as Auntie spread lotion and baby powder all over his shivering nappy area, a little drop of clear liquid oozed from the end of his highly aroused c*ck and soaked into the absorbent cloth of the nappy as it was gently brought up between his legs and fastened at his hips with the two safety pins. Next, the waterproof baby panties were pulled up his legs until they covered the soft nappy. Anthony, with his straining pen-s now enfolded in his new nappy, felt a shiver of excitement and trepidation run through him as he looked down at the bulging, rustling panties he now had on. Next, his auntie slowly rolled the lacy topped white hold up stockings up Anthony’s smooth legs until they reached the middle of his thighs. They felt delicious against his goose bumped skin, and added to the confused little schoolboy’s excitement in his nappy. Auntie then helped him to his feet, noting the bulge of his stiff erection pushing out against the front of his baby panties and slipped the satin camisole over his head, smoothing it out against his flat chest so that his tingling, stiff little nipples stood out in plain relief. Next, she had him step carefully into the frothy white petticoat, which reached to his knees, then she slipped the frilly white dress on him and slid the white pumps onto his dainty feet. As a finishing touch Auntie Claire tied a thick white ribbon in Anthony’s light blond hair and stepped back to admire her creation.
Poor Anthony looked at himself in the full length mirror in the wardrobe and didn’t recognize himself as the 14 year old boy he was before. Instead, he saw a pretty 5 year old girl in her prettiest party dress. Her petticoat showed a couple of inches below the hem of the dress and as he gingerly turned to look at the side and back views, caught a glimpse of lacy stocking tops. This little girl would have to be careful how she moved, particularly if she bent over, as anybody who cared to look would surely see not only her pretty stocking tops, but also her sweetly scented soft white nappy under her rustling plastic baby’s panties.
Following his Aunt downstairs to the kitchen, Anthony’s twitching pen-s was further stimulated by the soft folds of his nappy gently hugging him at his hips and between the legs, the very act of walking in his nappy was keeping him so excited he thought he might squirt his cream at any moment. Every item of his new girlie clothes seemed to be caressing him at the same time, his nipples, his c*ck and balls, his tiny bottom hole, his thighs, all tingled and pulsed with erotic pleasure. Anthony stepped on each stair gingerly, afraid of spurting his sticky sperm into his nice, clean, sweetly scented nappy, his aching little pen-s at bursting point, his little pink, come-filled hairless balls cradled softly in the fluffy cloth between his shaking legs. Breathing a small sigh of relief at reaching the ground floor without having an orgasm, Anthony tiptoed into the kitchen after his Aunt, who was busily preparing a large china pot of tea. Pointing to an oven tray of dainty cakes on the worktop, Auntie Claire asked her girlie boy nephew to arrange them onto a matching two tier china cake stand. When he had done this he followed her into the lounge of the cottage and laid the plate down on the low coffee table in front of the stone fireplace in front of the sofa. As he bent down to place the plate anybody standing behind the trembling little boy would have had a delightful view up his short satin dress as his frilly petticoat rose up to reveal the pretty white stocking tops and the elasticated legs of his waterproof panties which covered his bulging cloth nappy.
Anthony’s heart leaped into his throat as the doorbell rang with a mellow ‘ding dong’.
“Ah, good, that’ll be them, be a sweetie and answer the door please ‘Abigail’, chuckled Anthony’s Aunt with a wicked grin and a sly wink. Even the fear of having to go to the front door dressed as a pretty panty wetting little girl at her 5th birthday party failed to diminish Anthony’s straining erection, so he opened the door with his knees knocking together, while trying to pull the pulsating pink tip of his stiff little member back away from the intoxicating caress of the thick, soft, white cotton nappy.
On the doorstep stood Dawn, an attractive brunette in her mid thirties, with a twinkle in her brown eyes and Nicole, a leggy, girl of about 5 foot 8 inches, with a shy but intensely beautiful face, her green eyes looking demurely up at Anthony through a light brown fringe of hair held back from her face with a white alice band across the top of her head.
She wore an absurdly lacy pink frock, with a short, widely flaring skirt, showing a lot of petticoat and barely covering her ruffled pink stocking tops. “ H-hello, I’m A-Abig-gail, please come in.” stuttered the girl that used to be Anthony, stepping aside to let Nicole and her mummy swish past in a perfumed flurry of satin and ribbons. Auntie’s new niece hoped the hardness between his legs wasn’t visible to the visitors as he quietly closed the door behind them.
After the two Ladies hugged hello, Dawn asked, looking at Anthony, “And who might this delightful creature be?” Anthony curtsied low as Auntie had showed him, daintily holding out the edges of his skirt and petticoat. “This is my niece, Abigail, beamed Auntie Claire, Nicole followed suit after introducing herself in a sweet, quiet voice and Anthony noticed her pretty white lace gloves holding her skirts out as she dipped gracefully at the hips. Auntie Claire bade her friend and daughter sit on the sofa, while Anthony offered the cakes to the guests. Nicole took a small one and put it on her plate on the coffee table, saying a polite thank you. As Auntie’s friend Dawn was sitting opposite her pretty daughter, she had an unobstructed view up Anthony’s short dress as he bent to offer the cakes to Nicole. “Ooh, what sweet legs you have Abigail.” She laughed, “I love your stockings! Mind you, I suppose with an Auntie who owns a lingerie shop, you should have the cutest underwear. May I see your panties please dear?”
Straightening up, Anthony blushed crimson and turned to his aunt with a panicked expression, his eyes pleading silently to let him keep the secret of what he was wearing under his dress and petticoat. His hopes were immediately dashed when Auntie said “Come on Abby, lift up your dress and show everybody what you are wearing today.”
Turning towards Nicole’s mummy with tears in his eyes, Anthony took hold of the hem of his short skirt and frothy petticoat and slowly lifted the frilly hem up above his waist, exposing to the guests his pretty stocking tops, his white baby’s panties and the soft nappy underneath. Dawn smiled broadly and Nicole put a gloved hand to her pretty lips as they both eagerly feasted on the sight of poor ‘Abby’ holding up her pretty dress to show them that she was in nappies still. Anthony’s hard on withered quickly with the embarresment, the tingly sexy feeling being overtaken by a sudden, urgent need to pee.
Dawn reached out from her chair and ran her fingers over the ruffled tops of Anthony’s stockings, while the poor girlie boy turned to his Aunt and mouthed ‘Potty’ in desperation. “What is it honey?” replied his auntie in a loud voice, “Tell me what you want, don’t be shy.” After a moment’s hesitation, Anthony softly spoke: “Please Auntie, I really need to use the potty, may I be excused please?” “No you may not be excused, Abigail, can you go into the kitchen and bring out the cream from the refrigerator, please.” With a sob, Anthony tottered out of the room, desperately trying to hold his knees together and keep from wetting his nappy. On his return, his Auntie, Nicole and her pretty mummy were all laughing at something he hadn’t heard. “ Set the cream down on the table dear,” said Dawn, smiling broadly. “Come and sit on my lap, I want a closer look at your pretty dress.” “Pleeease Auntie” squealed Anthony. But Dawn tapped her knees and lifted her short summer skirt a little, beckoning him over. As Anthony settled on dawn’s lap, he felt a long stream of warm liquid trickle out of his pen-s, then another, then a smaller dribble as he temporarily regained control of his full bladder. “Oooh!" cried auntie's friend. "Is little Abigail being a very naughty little girl in her panties?" "I'm sorry Miss." Simpered Anthony as he let another squirt of wee wee escape him to soak into the rapidly dampening layers of fluffy cloth between his quaking legs. “Luckily, Abby is wearing a nice thick nappy and baby’s panties under her skirt" said Auntie Claire. Dawn raised Anthony's skirt and petticoat and rubbed her hand up and down the front of his waterproof knickers. “My my, you are being naughty aren’t you Abigail. I can feel you doing a wee wee in your nice clean nappy right this minute!” The poor little boy continued to soak his nappy for a further full minute until he was empty, then, with tears running down his cheeks, looked down at the carpet in abject shame, feeling the sopping wet cloth heavy inside his baby knickers. “Well, naughty little girls who wet their nappy deserve a spanking, don’t they Nicole?” said a plainly delighted Dawn.
Nicole nodded eagerly. “Yes mummy, take down her wet little nappy and panties and spank her naughty bottom!” said the excited little guest. Dawn stood Anthony up and turned him around. Pushing his back forward, she bent him over her knees, with his plastic pantied bottom in the air. Hooking her thumbs under the white baby panties, she slid them and Anthony’s sopping nappy down his legs to his ankles. Spreading his white stockinged ankles apart Dawn looked between the sissy boy's buttocks and saw his small balls, pink, smooth and still damp from his nappy accident. Dawn looked across at Claire, mouthed “I thought so” and blew her a silent kiss, to which Claire replied with a wink.
Dawn raised her hand and brought it down hard with loud smack! On the cringing little boy’s bottom. Anthony squealed in pain. There followed a succession of sharp spanks to his tiny buttocks, each accompanied by the boy’s cries of pain and humiliation. “I think a little caning is in order for this naughty little girl!” said Dawn. “Try this one,” replied Claire, handing her friend a long whippy length of bamboo. “Let’s get you up onto the dining table ordered Dawn tugging the poor sobbing girlie boy over to the centre of the room, followed by her sniggering daughter. With Anthony lying on his back on the tabletop, Nicole was sent around to the top of the table and told to hold his ankles in the head over heels position. To do this, she had to stand astride poor Anthony’s head and lean forward. Anthony’s whole face was therefore under Nicole’s dress and he could see the she was wearing a pretty pink garter belt to hold up her stockings and she was wearing very frilly pink and white panties with ribbons at the leg openings and waist. It was obvious from the way they were padded that Nicole was wearing the panties over a nappy as Auntie had said she might be. With his head and neck buried beneath Nicole’s dress Anthony wasn’t prepared for the first stroke of the cane, which cracked down on the middle of his shivering bottom, eliciting a loud yelp of pain and causing Nicole to tighten her grip on his ankles to hold the unfortunate boy still. By the fourth stroke, Anthony was crying freely in his petticoat tent, his exposed bottom showing the crimson stripes of his punishment. There was a pause in the measured rhythm of the strokes while Claire lifted up Nicole’s dress and slipped her panties and nappy down to her knees. To Anthony’s surprise and horror he saw that Nicole was a boy! With her panties down Anthony was staring at a small, hard c*ck right in front of his tear stained face. “Open your pretty mouth, sweetie”, said his Auntie. Anthony obeyed and with Claire’s hand to help, Nicole’s pink pen-s slid between his lips and settled on his tongue. The sharp crack of the cane told Anthony his punishment was to continue while the slippery c*ck in his mouth began to twitch and pulsate. With Anthony’s head bent fully back, Nicole pushed her excited pen-s deep inside his mouth and shivered as a series of hot jets of milky semen spouted down Anthony’s throat. Dawn continued to cane the little boy until Nicole staggered in the ecstasy of coming in Anthony’s soft mouth and let go of his ankles.