Pink Panties

[billykins]

61.
“So…what’s David’s background?”
“Well, I’ll tell you.”  She gave a little snigger, apparently at some private recollection, not at all what one might expect from a trained psychotherapist.  Myra looked at her questioningly.
“Oh…Myra…I’m sorry.  You see, I have to confess I had a hand in…er, persuading David to…change his ways.  You may say…some have…that it wasn’t very professional.  But his poor mother was in despair!  What was I to do?”
“So…what did you do…?”
“Well…”  She lowered her voice.  “He was bullying the girls at school.  The younger girls.  He was thirteen at the time – nearly fourteen.  He’s fifteen now.  Pulling their hair, lifting their skirts - that sort of thing, you see?  The sort of things some boys do at primary school.  And he was bullying his little sister too.  Yes, you see, it was only girls.  Never boys.  He had been excluded several times, and his mother was worried he was going to be expelled in the end.  So she came to me.  Well, I knew at once it was a sexual problem.  Either he wanted a girlfriend and couldn’t get one, or he wanted to be a girl himself.  So we decided to observe him at home.  We – I – set up cameras in his bedroom.  Yes, I know.  Most unethical.  But it produced results.  Patsy – his sister – had long been complaining about finding some of her dolls  “messed up” – especially the pretty, grown-up ones, the Barbies and Monster High dolls, is it?.  We soon found out why!  Honestly, Myra…teenage boys!  Well, without going into details, we got some lovely vids of David taking out his frustrations on his sister’s cutest dolls.  No girlie magazines for him.  Oh, no.  Dolls were much more to his taste.  Something he could actually get his hands on!  Sometimes he tried to wash them afterwards, but if he didn’t have time, they simply went straight back in the playroom.”
“Goodness!”
“So when he refused to come to see us here – as he would, of course – I simply sent him a clip from one of our videos.  I still watch some of those if I’m feeling bored!  Naughty me!  Anyway, that did it.  He kept the appointment then, all right – albeit with a very red face!  I explained to him his behaviour had to change.  He needed to learn to respect women.  Either he joined the group and partook in the therapy or we should be forced to publicise his perversions for the protection of others.  You should have seen him then!  Grovelling in front of me, promising to attend the regular sessions, calling me “madam” – “madam, of course, anything you say.  Yes, it’s true, I need guidance.  My behaviour – unacceptable..” etc. etc.  I had auntie Sadie take him in hand that very day.  We had already decided what he needed.  He needed to know what it felt like to be a girl.  Since then he has regular ‘girl’ sessions – in the school hols they last for weeks at a time!  We parcel up his little willy to keep his mind on it, and dress him up in pretty little girlie outfits, and mother him.  By which I mean we give him lots of affection – if he keeps up the act – and strict discipline – if he lapses.  I do believe he’s beginning to enjoy it at last.  But maybe that’s partly because we give him special treat times, when we remove his device and let him play with his dolls.  After all, he needs to release the pressure every now and then, and better he does it under supervision, don’t you think?  In recent weeks his mother’s taken to making him wear his device all the time.  She doesn’t think he’s earned the right to date girls yet.  I have a feeling she’d be happy if ultimately he found a boyfriend!  That would seem fair recompense for his horrid conduct in the past.  And with that in mind, I recently took on another boy of a similar age, Simon, who’s behavioural problems, I believe, can be attributed to his longing to be allowed to dress as a girl, and his parents’ resistance to it.  We persuaded them to hand him over to us for a few sessions.  We didn’t need to persuade him, once he understood what he was being offered.  When he’s here he happy.  He’s allowed to choose his own outfits from our extensive collections, and wear whatever makeup he likes.  With a bit of guidance from auntie Vivian his dress and makeup sense has improved tremendously.  He looks so pretty when he’s all done up in his finery, when he’s  transmuted into Simone.  That’s where David - Davinia – comes in.  I’ve seen the way he looks at Simone.  I’m sure…well, we’ll see.  But Simone likes him, too.  I’m just waiting for the day…”
“Will I get to see Simone, too, today?”
“Oh yes.  Ooh.  There’s the bell.  Let’s see which one it is…”

[billykins]

62.
There was a knock at Brenda’s door and Sandra poked her head in.
“It’s both of them, madam.  I’ll send them to get dressed.”
“Yes, do that, Sandra.  Then you can show them in together.  Tell them I have a visitor, so the need to look their best, okay?  Oh, and make sure Davinia brings one of her dolls with her.”
“Yes, madam.”
“Perfect!  Let’s have some coffee while we wait, shall we?  Filter okay?”
“Fine…  Brenda…?   Am I allowed to take a snap or two?   Just for…”
“Oh, please do!  Please.  Simone loves to pose for the camera…and Davinia…well, it all helps him to accept his new persona…”

They had to wait fifteen minutes or so.  Then there was a soft knock at the door.  Brenda peered at the frosted glass.
“I believe she’s sent them by themselves.  Good work.  I wonder if…we’ll see.”  She raised her voice.  “Come in.”
The door opened slowly.  Myra knew at once which was which.  First in was a handsome boy wearing a little shiny red dress, short and clingy, black fishnets and sparkly red heels.  His makeup was impressive, though perhaps a bit liberal with the mascara.  A hint of blusher, bright red lipstick, and thick lightened hair obviously in transition from a male to a female style.  He had an expectant smile on his face.  Behind him came Davinia, whom he was pulling in by the hand, and whose hand he didn’t let go of once they were inside and presented for inspection.  Davinia seemed slightly embarrassed by the physical connection, but also somehow reassured.  Brenda was ecstatic.
“Girls!  You both look wonderful!”
“Never seen them hand-in-hand before,” she murmured to Myra.  “So cute…”
Davinia was definitely the subordinate.  His brown hair had been curled, and he was wearing a lightweight orange gingham shift, elasticated under the arms and with a simple round neckline and short puff sleeves, the sleeves and hem, which barely hid a pair of pink frilled bloomers, trimmed with lace.  His simple costume was completed with white frilled ankle socks and orange patent leather Mary Janes.  In his free hand he held a large girl-doll by one arm, whose outfit was in stark contrast to his own; a short, tight-waisted shiny pink dress with flared hem, pink boots and black fishnets, and red hair.
Myra took a deep breath.  “Archie would fit in perfectly here,” she thought.  And to Brenda she said,
“Wow.  They look great.  Archie would love them.  That outfit of Simone’s is just the sort of thing he’d go for…”
“Boys, this is Mrs Donnelly.  She’s thinking of sending her son Archie to join us.  Archie’s a little bit younger.  If she did, would you be able to look after him, and help him to fit in?”
“Yes, miss, Mrs Donnelly.  We’d be happy to.  Wouldn’t we, Davinia?”
David looked less enthusiastic, but nodded obediently.  Brenda, apparently eager to demonstrate her degree of control over David, spoke to him with the slightest hint of a threatening edge to her voice.
“Davinia, don’t hang back.  Come here and say hello to Mrs Donnelly.  And tell her how you like it here.  And tell her about your doll.  I haven’t told her yet how much you like your dolls…”
That last remark seemed to strike fear into him.  He quickly stepped forward, giving Myra a flash of pink bloomer..
“Mithuth Donnelly…good morning.  Yeth, it’th thuper fun.  I like to play with Thimone and the otherth.  I like betht playing with my dollth.  Thith ith Draculaura, one of my favouriteth…”
“She very pretty,” smiled Myra.  “Almost as pretty as you…”
“Good girl,” said Brenda smugly.  “Right.  Off you go, then.  Auntie Frances is waiting for you in the gym.  Be good girls, won’t you?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Yeth, mith…” 

[billykins]

63.
Myra and Brenda were left alone.
“May I ask you…what are your first impressions?”
“Oh, I love what you’re doing, Brenda.  Simone makes a lovely girl.  I’d be surprised if David – Davinia, I mean – didn’t fall for him after very long.  But David himself!”  She giggled.  “I could see that the poor boy was not at all happy.  Nevertheless he concentrated so hard on his little girl act.  That must have taken quite a lot of training…”
“Training and discipline.  Would you like to go and see how they’re getting on with auntie Frances?  She does the deportment training.”
“I’d love to…”
“Come on then…”

“So David’s quite docile now…”
“Oh, he’s terrified I’ll show his mates his videos.  Well, it’s not surprising.  He likes certain types of dolls.  His sister had this Gothic Lolita one, with a lovely frilly shiny black dress and stripy socks.  Tulip, she was called.  There’s this video – I’ll show you later if you like, though I oughtn’t – he talks to it all the time he’s – you know – “Hi Tulip…David has a nice present for you today.  Just stand there…  Shut your eyes…  Good girl…  Now David will show you how much he likes you…”  And off he goes.  Three times!  That poor doll!  He got so carried away it would have been four if his mother hadn’t walked in on him.  We even got that on video.  Her reaction was priceless!”
“But…what happened to the doll…?”
“Tulip?  Poor thing, she had to be replaced.”
“Oh dear.”
“Yes, that was the last straw.  Now he’s under our care, and I believe with enough discipline he’ll eventually transition to a nice, obedient little girl.  That’s how it works with the juvenile ones.  With continual training practice they forget how to be boys.  It becomes second nature to behave like girls, and they get attached to the all the care and attention and never want to go back.  Same with baby training.  Several of our graduates are happily married as adult babies.  Sometimes I hear from them telling me how good their mummy is, how she’s bought them some really pretty new rubber panties or a special dummy – stuff like that.  It’s so encouraging to think I can help these boys like that.”
“But you have to catch them early, I guess.”
“Oh, the earlier the better.  Otherwise we have to use coercion – initially at least – like with David.  Well, here we are.  This is the gym.  Let’s take a peek, shall we?”

Brenda opened the door and they slipped quietly in so as not to disturb proceedings.  Auntie Frances was a slim middle-aged woman with her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a white shirt, cream riding breeches and knee boots.
“She looks like she’s just got off her horse,” whispered Myra.
“Frances rides, and she’s found wearing her riding gear for lessons seems to give her greater authority.  The boys obey her without question.”
“I can understand why…” mused Myra, listening to Frances’s clipped instructions.
“Simone.  Very good, sweetie.  Nice posture.  Remember to swing those hips.  Imagine you’re on a catwalk.  I’m sure you will be one day.  That’s right.  Perfect.  Very ladylike.  I’m going to put a gold star in your book today.”
“Thank you, miss!”
“Davinia darling…  Did you choose those bloomers yourself?  No, I don’t like them.  Proper panties in future, please.  What did you say?  Your device?  I don’t care if it shows!  Nice tight satin panties is what you need, young lady.  Little girls are supposed to show off their panties.  Didn’t you know that?  Well, didn’t you?”
“Yeth, mith…but…”
“No buts, or you be over my knee tomorrow.  You know what tomorrow is, don’t you?”
“Er…curt-theying, mith?”
“Yes.  Curtseying.  And so?”
“I have to wear a thpecial dreth…?”
“Yes.  I want to see you in a nice bouncy layered skirt.  Shiny and short please.  I want to see your panties, Davinia.  In any case, it’ll make it easier for you to pick up the hem as you go down.  Now, you still haven’t learned how to be well-behaved, have you.  You’ve had a sulky face on you since you arrived.  What did you say?  That’s what eight-year-old girls are like?  Well, missy, you should know – you used to mess with them all the time.  But understand this, Davinia, you’ll behave like a good little eight-year-old, or you’ll find yourself dropped off at school in your best dress!  Then you will have something to sulk about!”
“Mith, pleath…  I’m really trying…”
“Well I should hope so.  Let’s start again.  Wait, let me sit down.  Now, I’m your mother’s best friend.  It’s my daughter’s birthday party.  You’re bringing me a plate of birthday cake.  Right.  Off you go.”
David approached, carrying a plate on a tray.
“Good morning, Mrs Brown.  Thank you for inviting me to Thally’s party.  I’m having thuch fun!  I put on my betht dreth and pantith – I hope you like them.  May I offer you thome birthday cake?”
“Better, Davinia, but don’t be in such a rush.  And when you mention your panties, remember to proudly lift your skirt to show me.  Ladies like that sort of thing.  It’s so cute.  Cute, that’s the key.  Again.  And this time, one hundred percent cute, please.”
“Yeth, mith Franceth….”

On the way back to the office they ran into Sam, skipping along happily in front of Sandra.
“Hello again,” smiled Myra.  “What have you been up to this morning, baby Sam?”
“Hello, miss.  I’ve bin to playroom.  I played with bricks and dollies and…all sorts of things.  Mikey played too!”
“Mikey?”
He held up his mouse.
“Ah!”
“And auntie Sandra says she’s going to get me a pwetty pink wubber onesie with dollies a swawbewwies all over it…”
“Wubber?  Sandra?” queried Brenda.
“He’s had a few accidents lately, madam, and they take quite a bit of washing.  I saw it in the big AB catalogue.  He’ll look really pretty in it.”
“I’m sure he will.  I didn’t know we could get such a thing.  Good work.”
“My Archie would love something like that,” smiled Myra.  “Sam?  Would you like a little baby friend to play with?  My Archie loves his baby things.  He’s just a bit younger than you.”
“Ooh, yes please,” he replied, excitedly.  “Will he be coming soon?”
“We’ll see.  I hope so…”  And she gave Brenda a broad wink.

[gunrunner]

I've been away for a while, so it was wonderful to return and find these updates. Thank you for continuing your story. I hope you continue to update.