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[DaraJaney]

Steven woke but felt very groggy.  He couldn’t remember when he had fallen asleep.  He was aware that he was in a seated position.  He tried to bring his hand up to his head but couldn’t.  It appeared to be held at the wrist.  He tried the other hand and it was the same.

“Hmm?”  He couldn’t open his mouth.  He could open his eyes although his eyelids felt heavy.  It was almost dark – either dawn or dusk.  He looked down and realized that he was wearing a dress!  “Nnnmmm!”  Why couldn’t he open his mouth?  He tried harder but his mouth was held tightly shut by some kind of material stretched over it that went back over his ears and appeared to be attached to the wall behind him.  He could move his head from side to side but couldn’t nod it forwards.  What the hell?

He then tried to move his legs but they were clearly strapped to the floor at the ankles and held in quite a splayed position.  Who had done this and why?  He became aware of hair dangling at the side of his head and tickling his neck and he could feel that his feet were bent into an odd shape.  Then he realized that he was facing a window.

He looked out the window.  It was brightening.  It was dawn.  He was looking out onto a street!    Just then he was bathed in light.  Presumably a timer had turned on the lights around him.  “Nnhhhmm!”  He could now see that he was wearing a pink dress with lots of lace trimmings!  He looked down and there were obviously several layers under the skirt of his dress.  He could also see his image reflected in the window as it was still quite dark outside.

He could see now why his eyes felt so heavy.  Long false eyelashes were glued to his eyelids.  He fluttered them at himself.  The material that was gagging him was a perfect match for his skin.  You couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended.  Thick pink lips were drawn on his mask.  He could also see his large wig with numerous ringlets dangling around his head.  There was a large pink bow perched on top of his wig.  He was clearly made-up to look like a doll!  And it was quite effective.  Only his eyes and eye-lids could move apart from being able to move his head sideways.

He looked further down in his reflection and could see up his dress.  He had many layers of fluffy white petticoats under his pink dress.  In the centre he could see that he was dressed in pink bloomers with rows of thick white lace and lace trim at the  ends of the legs.  Because his legs were held so far apart his pink frilly bloomers would be fully visible to anyone looking in the window.

He struggled and tugged at his arms and legs again but was firmly held in position.  He could move his hands below the wrists and his feet below his ankles but that was it.  It felt like his hands were in gloves.  He was also wearing pink and white striped stockings or tights – he couldn’t tell, but they went up over his knees and up under his bloomers.  And then he saw the pink high-heeled t-bar shoes on his feet which explained why they felt so odd.

He started to look around.  There were numerous dolls propped up around him.  Those right beside him on either side were quite large – two or three feet tall some of them - though not nearly as large as he was of course.  But he realized now that he was meant to be a large doll on display in the middle of dozens of others.   â€śNnngghhh!”  he wriggled against his restraints as best he could.

This was obviously the window of Mrs Lindsey’s doll shop on the High Street!  He froze as he saw somebody walking down the far side of the street but they were too far away to notice anything.  It was brightening now and he was losing his reflection in the window.  Eventually somebody was going to come along this side of the street and notice the surprisingly large doll in the window of the shop.

He struggled again.  He had to get out before somebody came.  He could see that the straps holding his ankles in place had been cleverly hidden by the large dresses of some of his fellow dolls.  He tried to look down at his hands that were strapped by his side.  He could see that he was wearing white gloves with long lace trimming which hid the straps on his wrists.  Whatever held his head up and pinned to the wall was well hidden behind his large wig.  Anyone looking in would not see that this large doll was strapped down at all.  She would just appear to be propped up against the wall like all the other dolls.

He looked at them.  He was totally appropriately turned out in his wig of ringlets with its bow on top and his pink lacey dress, petticoats, bloomers, pink and white stockings and pink shoes.  The actual dolls were all similarly dressed in Victorian style outfits with lots of lace and peeking petticoats and bloomers.  He fit right in – except that he was so big.  That’s what any passer-by would notice.

He clearly could not free himself and needed assistance.  If he was able to attract the attention of an on-looker by fluttering his false eye-lases and moving his head from side to side, what would they do?  The shop was locked up overnight so they wouldn’t be able to access the window display to free him.

They would probably phone the police.  They might call out the fire brigade.  He’d have a dozen men running around trying to free him!  They probably wouldn’t realise that he was a boy under all these frills.  He certainly didn’t look like one.  The newspaper office is just a few doors down, they would notice the crowd gathered around the window and send a photographer!  He would feature on every front page in the country as the boy dressed up totally as a sissy doll, on display in a shop window.  Members of the public would take photos and videos on their phones and post them to their social networks and he would undoubtedly go viral!

He had to find some other way to get out discretely.  Mrs Lindsay was a very quiet little old lady.  If he could attract her attention when she came to open the shop, she would be able to free him without creating a fuss – hopefully.  He heard footsteps approach on the pavement immediately outside the window.

[sissy servant 737-820-633]

Quite the scene,, ON DISPLAY, diasPLAYED for everyone to see. what happens next?

[DaraJaney]

Steven froze just in time and a lady stopped to check her purse.  Then she looked towards the window and not surprisingly noticed the exceptionally large doll.  Steven knew that even a moving eyeball could give him away.  It was desperately difficult not to blink, especially with the weight of his large false eyelashes.

The lady looked down below his petticoats at his pink frilly bloomers and smiled.  Steven blinked – he couldn’t help it.  She looked up at his face, clearly thinking that something had moved but unsure.  He had to keep his eyes open and unmoving.  Eventually she shrugged and looked at her watch and rushed off.

He breathed again and fluttered his eyelashes while he could.  He looked around the shop display again.  He always thought that the dolls in this shop were ridiculously expensive.  Perhaps some were antiques, he hadn’t thought about it before or cared.  The large dolls on either side of him had prices like ÂŁ150, ÂŁ120, ÂŁ99.  Then he realized that there was a tag tied to the front of his dress.  Even upside down he could tell that it priced him at ÂŁ5!  He was totally offended that he should be priced so cheaply compared to the actual dolls.  His dress was surely worth way more than that on its own!  Even his fancy tights or stockings probably cost more than that!

He had to shake some sense into himself.  That was not his real problem –being priced cheaply!  That was the least of his worries.  How was he going to get out of this without become a world-wide sensation?

And who had done this to him anyway?!  It didn’t take him long to work it out.  Last week he had crept up behind Sally Foster at school and pulled her skirt up revealing her knickers to all the boys gathered around for the dare.  This was why he was not only wearing pink frilly bloomers but his legs were held wide for all to see them.  Her father was a doctor – she must have been able to get something to drug him.

Another lady came along the street.  He froze again while she looked at him curiously.  This certainly was humiliating – desperately trying to look like just another frilly dolly amongst the collection in the window.  She looked right into his face.  Could she see that the eyes were alive?  Eventually she moved off but was clearly puzzled.

Then he heard a gaggle of girls giggling and braced himself.  Sally Foster and three of her classmates appeared in front of him in their school uniforms.  Sally waved straight at him.  “Hi Sissy Steven!”  Steven desperately fluttered his eyelashes, groaned through his mask and shook his head and feet in protest which was about all he could do.  The girls all roared laughing.

Sally took her camera, held it up and took a photo.  “Do you like your pretty frilly knickers Steven?”  They roared laughing again.  She held her camera lower and took a photo focused on his frilly knickers.  Then she turned it sideways clearly taking a shot that emphasized his place at the centre of the frilly dolly display.  His only consolation was that he must be unrecognizable with only his eyes visible.

One of Sally’s friends pointedly took out her purse and took out a five pound note.  They all giggled.  “No that ugly dolly isn’t even worth that!” she sneered and put the fiver back.  They all laughed.

Sally waved at him.  “Have a great day!”  He whimpered at the thought of spending the day on public display as a doll.  They all roared laughing and finally ran off.  Steven was left there to continue trying to look convincing as a doll when passers-by stopped.  In between each one he wriggled and writhed trying to free himself but he was firmly held in place amongst all the dolls.

Another lady passed but went to the door beside the window display.  It was Mrs Lindsday!  But he hadn’t realized it until too late.  He froze as usual when she passed the window and in her hurry she didn’t even glance at the window.  Why should she?  As far as she was concerned she knew exactly what was there on display.

He heard her unlock the door and enter the shop behind him.  He writhed and wriggled again trying to make some noise but he was too tightly held to make a squeak.  His whimpers through his mask clearly could not be heard through the wooden paneling behind him.

He winced and sighed.  He had missed his chance.  How long was he going to be stuck there in public view?  More passers-by came, stared at him and went.  He felt more and more like an inanimate doll destined to sit there until bought by a customer.  He fluttered his eyelashes when it was safe to do so and shook his head, flexed his fingers and wriggled his feet when he could just to remind himself that he was not a doll.

Then two ladies came and stopped together.  They looked at each other in surprise.  One pointed to his frilly pink bloomers and they smiled.  Then one of them opened her handbag and took out her purse.  She fumbled in it and took out a five pound note.  The other lady nodded agreement.  It was very difficult for Steven to maintain his frozen position with the realization that things were about to come to a head.  Could he get out of here without too many people becoming aware of what happened?  He also couldn’t help being offended yet again at being offered for just a fiver.  Surely a hundred at least, given his size if nothing else.  He tried to shake off this pointless thought.

[Bertha]

This is a very amusing and clever story Dara.

[DaraJaney]

The bell tinkled as the ladies entered the shop.  He was terrified.  He could hear the muffled voices through the paneling – not clearly – but from the tone of voice he could guess the actual words.  “What doll?!  There is no doll for just five pounds in my window!”  “There is.  Come and I’ll point it out to you.”

He heard the bell tinkle again and braced himself.  This was his chance.  Mrs Lindsay came around in front of the window and jumped back a little when she saw the enormous, and frankly creepy, doll in her window!  Her jaw dropped.  Frank desperately fluttered his eyebrows and shook his head.  The ladies almost died with fright.  This creepy doll was now moving!  Eventually they composed themselves and realized that some poor person was somehow stuck in the shop window dressed as a doll!  Their eyes searched the display for some signs that the person was strapped down or restrained in some way but could not see anything like that.  Still they realized that the person had to be saved.

Steven breathed a sigh of relief when they rushed back into the shop and he heard the jangle of keys behind him.  He just might get out of this with minimum fuss.  The small access door opened to his right.  “Oh you poor dear!  Who did this to you?” Mrs Lindsay asked as she removed the dolls to his side.   â€śHhhnnngggg!”   She pulled back the lace cuffs on his gloves.  “Oh dear!  It’s padlocked.”  She felt around behind his head where he was attached to the wall.  “The same here!”  “Hhhnnngggg!” Steven grumbled in frustration.  Damn Sally Foster!

He’d thought he was going to be freed but he was still stuck there in the shop window on High Street in a pink frilly dress with his pink frilly bloomers on show made up to look just like a pretty dolly!  Mrs Lindsay had a thought.  “Just a minute!  There was a small envelope dropped inside the door when I arrived.  I’d forgotten all about it.”  Steven could only wriggle and writhe again as she fetched it.

She read the note in the envelope.  “Dear Mrs Lindsay, please see what you can get for this unwanted doll.  I’ve put a price of ÂŁ5 on her but take whatever you can get.  Perhaps you can swap her for a more attractive doll.”  Once again Steven was offended at the cheap price put on him as a doll.  She continued: “the keys are tucked inside his frilly bloomers.”  Steven tensed.  “HIS?  Is it a boy?!”  Mrs Lindsay looked in at him and looked up and down at his dress, his bloomers, wig and fluttering eye-lashes.  “Are you a boy?”  He couldn’t actually nod so he just looked pleadingly at her and then fluttered his eyelashes looking towards the keys in her hands suggestively.

She hurriedly unlocked the padlock behind his head and his mask fell away.  He gasped in relief.  Then she unlocked his wrists and ankles.  Steven quickly crawled towards the small opening in a flurry of frills, lace and ringlets.  No doubt the seat of his frilly bloomers was in full view to anyone looking in the window but he didn’t care.  He just wanted to be out of there.

He stepped out onto the floor of the shop and almost fell forward when he tried to stand in the high heels.  He pulled off the wig and staggered towards a chair.  He sat down there and unbuckled the pink shoes and pulled them off.  He wriggled his feet to get the blood flow moving again.

“Who did this to you?” Mrs Lindsay asked as the astonished ladies looked on.  Steven looked up and fluttered his eyelashes.  He wasn’t sure if he could simply pull them off or not so he just continued to flutter them.  “Shall I phone the police?”  “No!” he held up his white-gloved hand desperately.  “Don’t.  Please phone my mother.”   The ladies looked at each other on hearing the boy’s voice.

Steven peeled off the lacey gloves and wrote the number out for her.  “And please ask her to bring some clothes.”  He looked down at his pink dress and petticoats.  Mrs Lindsay phoned and his mother answered.  The shop owner wasn’t sure what to say.

“Could you please come down to my shop.  There is a …. situation … with …” she looked to Steven for his name and repeated it down the line.  He could hear “Situation?  What do you mean?”  Mrs Lindsay didn’t know how to explain it.  “Perhaps it’s best if you just come down here quickly.  He is fine”, she added hurriedly, “just come quickly.”  Steven interjected desperately “and bring some clo…” but he could hear that his mother had already hung up.  He sighed heavily looking down at his frilly dress.  He still wasn’t sure if he was wearing tights or stockings just that they were pink and white.

His mother appeared quite quickly.  She walked in the door and stopped suddenly seeing her son in a pink frilly dress.  “What’s this?!”  “Somebody locked the poor boy in my shop window dressed like this”, Mrs Lindsay explained.  “What?  Why would anyone do that?!”  Steven looked at the floor glumly.  “Well?”  “It was Sally Foster”, he said frowning.  “And why would she do that?”  He sighed heavily.  “I suppose it was because I pulled her skirt up last week in front of all the boys.”  His mother was going to hear about it now anyway so he might as well admit it.

“You what?!”  He sighed again trying to look suitably remorseful.  “I don’t believe it.  Well you deserved it then!”  She told him firmly.  He frowned, hurt that his mother would take their side but what could he expect – women stuck together.

“And did the school not do anything about it?” she persisted.  He shrugged.  “She didn’t report it.”  “Well, she should have”, his mother insisted.  “And you should have been suspended for a week.”  He couldn’t disagree with her.  The school was cracking down on that sort of thing these days and the punishment was clearly set out.  Obviously Sally had decided to get her own form of justice he realised looking down at his pretty dress.

“Well, I’m going to suspend you for the rest of the week”, she informed him.  He looked up wondering what she meant.  She looked at the two lady customers who were still looking on, still in shock.  “We were going to buy him – the doll”, Mrs Giles told her, proffering the five pound note in evidence.  “That’s when Mrs Lindsay discovered him.  I wanted to buy … the doll for my daughter who has a big collection of dolls like this.  Mostly for display – not for playing with.”

“Well I think you should still buy him and he should be displayed among your daughter’s dolls for the rest of the week”, his mother responded.  Steven’s jaw dropped.  She couldn’t be serious.  The ladies were equally surprised and unsure what to do.  “Mrs Lindsay, could you take the lady’s money and give her a receipt.”  She turned to Steven, picked up the wig and replaced it on his head.

“Mum!  Please!”  A stunned Mrs Lindsay did what she was told and returned with a receipt for five pounds.  Steven’s mother was strapping the pink high heeled t-bar shoes onto his feet again.  “Mum, please no!” he begged as she tugged him by the arm and he stumbled in the high heels.  “I shall deliver your doll to you presently.”  Mrs Giles wrote out her address more out of curiosity than anything.  Steven was pulled out the door in his frilly doll’s outfit still pleading.

[DaraJaney]

Steven’s mother was an event organizer.  She drove him to his purchaser’s address having collected a few pieces of equipment from her stage set storage.  He didn’t understand why.

They all gathered in Rose Giles’s bedroom, her extensive collection of dolls laid out along one side facing her bed.  His mother cleared some space in the centre while he squirmed in his dress and tights (he had finally confirmed that he was wearing tights, not stockings, when he went to the bathroom).

His mother set up a little low podium in the centre and attached a number of black connecting bars – they looked like stands and holders for microphones or something - tightening screws to hold them in place.  When she was done she took Steven’s arm and pulled him onto the low podium.  She knelt and worked below his petticoats where he couldn’t see.  She cable-tied his ankles to the uprights.  “Mum!”  Two bars projected either side of his body.  He took his right arm and aligned it to the bar on that side.  She cable-tied his wrist to it and pulled the lace of his glove back over it, concealing it.  She did the same on the other side.
 
She went around behind him.  She hooked his mask around his jaw.  “Mum!” he blurted before she pulled it back behind his head and jammed his mouth shut.  “Mmmmnnn!”  She locked the ends of the mask to a bar at the back of his head under his wig.  She untightened a screw and lower the bar a little so that it could not be seen behind his wig, then tightened the screw again.

She stood out in front of the display.  “Mnnnn!”  Steven protested but was securely held in a pose with his arms held out either side.  His mother stepped forward again, reached up under his petticoats and fluffed them out a little more.  He felt her tug at his tights where the stripes had been made crooked by the cable ties around his ankles.  She stood up, adjusted his ringlets a little and looked into his face quite satisfied.  Steven could only flutter his eyelashes helplessly and breathe heavily though his nose.

She stepped back and looked at the astonished look on Mrs Giles’s face.  His mother arranged the other dolls around him - the largest immediately beside him as in the shop window.  She stepped back to admire the full display.  “When is your daughter home from school?”  Mrs Giles checked her watch.  “In about an hour.”  “Great!  Shall we have a cup of tea.”   â€śMmmmnnnn!”  She left the room with a satisfied look at her son dressed up and trussed up convincingly like a sissy doll – the frills of his bloomers peeking prettily from under his petticoats.

When she came home, Rose was told that her mother had bought her a very special doll – a life size doll with an extra surprise.  They all went in to her bedroom.  She was enthralled by her new life size doll on display in the centre of her collection.  “Wow!”  She walked right over in front of Steven who was trying not to blink.

She took in his pink high-heel shoes, stripey tights, bloomers peeking from below his petticoats, his pink dress.  He grew increasingly nervous as her gaze went upwards to his face.  She saw his pink lips, his ringlets and pretty pink bow on top.  Then she looked more carefully into his eyes.

He couldn’t hold out any longer and blinked his false eye-lashes.  She jumped back a little putting her hand to her breast.  “That’s right dear, it’s a living doll!” Steven’s mother told her.  Rose was naturally perplexed.  Steven flexed his fingers in his white gloves to demonstrate.  Rose looked at his hand astonished.

“This is actually my son Steven.  Doesn’t he make a pretty doll?”  Rose didn’t know what to say.  This was a teenage boy?  She realized now that he was gagged by the mask with the pink lips.  “Steven was a very naughty boy and pulled a girl’s skirt up showing off her underwear in front of a crowd of boys.  So we thought we would teach him a lesson.  Would you like to see his frilly pink bloomers?”  Rose nodded still somewhat dumbfounded.  His mother reached under his petticoats.  Steven gave a little whimper but was powerless to stop her.  Fluttering his false eye-lashes wouldn’t do it.

His mother raised his petticoats at the front to show Rose the full extent of the layers of frilly lace on his bloomers right down to the lace trim at the ends of the legs which peeked from under his petticoats.  Finally she lowered his skirts again.

“So you can play with your new dolly once you have done your homework, ok?”.  Rose nodded, warming to the idea of having a boy dressed up as a doll.  Rose started to set out her books on her study table and Steven realized that he was going to be on display for some time yet.

The women left the room and Rose got her head down to finish her homework as quickly as possible, glancing up occasionally to look at Steven and smile at his bloomers or tights or ringlets.  He could only stand there on display fluttering his eyelashes.

Eventually Rose finished her homework and Steven’s mother clipped the ties holding him in place and allowed him to step down.  “Now Rose, why don’t you teach your new doll to curtsey?”  Rose smiled at the idea.  Steven tried to walk and found the high heels a challenge.  “Actually first you need to teach her to walk in those heels.”  She left them to it.

Later she watched Rose lead Steven out to the conservatory.  He minced along in his high heels not too badly.  She taught him how to gather his petticoats beneath him before sitting.  That took several attempts.  They had tea and she resumed his deportment training.  Steven just went along with it hoping that good behaviour would encourage an early end to this.

When it came to Rose’s bed time Steven was made to curtsey to her when she climbed in to bed.  His mother announced: “Steven will be your doll for the rest of the week as his punishment. “  Steven emitted a little whimper but decided that he’d better hold his tongue.  “A friend of mine owns a costume shop and she always has some old costumes she doesn’t rent out any more.  So he can be a variety of dolls over the next few days.  You’ll see tomorrow.  Steven looked crestfallen as his mother led him out of the room.  He was driven home still dressed as a doll and while he looked forward to getting the sissy costume off, his prospects for the next few days didn’t look any better.

[Sissy Ballerina Boy]

Ballerina Doll