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[Sissy Poopsie]

Baby Dolly. :-[

[DaraJaney]

The next day Rose rushed home from school to see what her new doll would be.  She went into her bedroom.  Steven was once more on display attached to supporting bars and stands.  He was dressed as Shirley Temple in her Stand Up and Cheer outfit.  His white dress with large red polka dots had short puffed sleeves, flared from breast level and ballooned over fluffy petticoats.  It failed to cover his frilly white panties, the bottom inch or two were visible.  To stop him pushing down his petticoats, which he was wont to do, his mother had positioned the bars, strapped his wrists to them and stitched a thread from his lowest layer of petticoats to the finger tips of his white gloves so that it looked like he was holding out his petticoats at the side in a pretty swoosh.

Under his frilly panties he wore white opaque tights and had mercifully flat red Mary Janes on his feet.  Naturally he sported a large blond wig of ringlets.  His face was made-up quite pale with rosey red cheeks.

Once again he had to stay on display until Rose completed her homework.  She looked up regularly to look again at his pretty dress and her eyes inevitably dropped to snigger at his frilly white panties.  He could see himself in a mirror on her wardrobe door and desperately wanted to push his petticoats down to cover his panties but his arms were well held in position holding his petticoats out.

When he was freed, Rose reckoned that he needed to revise his curtsies.  His mother suggested: “why don’t you teach him to sing and dance to ‘The Good Ship Lollipop’.  Steven wanted to kill her.  Nevertheless he spent most of the afternoon practicing and that evening he was deemed ready to perform.

Rose and the ladies sat in a row looking quite eager.  Steven had to start with a curtsey and then started singing with a fixed grin on his face.  Rose had coached him a routine in which he had to hold his arms out daintily at all times.  This was to stop his habit of trying to push down his petticoats and hide his frilly panties.  The dance involved lots of twirling and raised arms so that the full beauty of all the layers of frills on his panties could be seen.  He sighed with some relief when he finished his routine.  “Encore!  Encore!” they shouted.  He cringed in his white tights and started the routine again.

Compared to that the Alice in Wonderland outfit the next day was positively a relief.  He stood on display in his blue dress with its white and pink pinafore.  Mercifully his skirt and petticoats came almost to his knees, though the lace trim at the ends of his white bloomers did peek below his petticoats.  He wore white tights again and black t-bar shoes with a two-inch heel.  He sported a blond wig of straight hair with a blue Alice band (not surprisingly).

He was getting quite good now at curtseying and handling his petticoats as he sat and stood.  For Alice’s character he had to act like a nice polite little Victorian girl.  He was also keen to behave well and bring an end to this as soon as possible.  After tea he even offered to help with the washing up.  “May I do the washing up mother?”  She was very pleasantly surprised.

The next day Rose came in to find Steven on display as a Barbie doll.  For this his mother had given him small boobs that strapped on like a bra.  Barbie is famously thin so she put him in a tight corset and over that he wore a pink a-line party dress.  He had tan tights and pink high heeled sandles.  Of course he knew that he also wore pink panties but the dress was sufficiently long that this could remain a secret.

His face was done up with sparkly pink eye-shadow and lipstick.  He once again had long false eyelashes glued on and a big blond curly wig.  Rose resumed his high-heel training and in the evening he had to perform a catwalk for the ladies, clutching a pink handbag with large pink hearts on it.  They applauded enthusiastically.

At the end his mother made an announcement.  “Sadly we’ve exhausted the supply of spare costumes.”  Steven breathed a sigh of relief in so far as his tight corset allowed that.  “But for Friday Rose you can choose which of his four costumes you would like him to wear again.”  Steven winced.  Not Barbie, he begged in his mind.  Not his original doll costume which also had painful high heels.  Not the mortifying Shirley Temple costume with his frilly panties on show all the time.

“I think Steven should choose HIS favourite”, Rose responded.  “That’s very kind of you Rose”, his mother complemented her.  Steven had mixed feelings about this.  The idea that he liked any of these sissy costumes was repulsive to him.  But he had an opportunity to avoid high heels or frilly panties.  He tried to seem nonchalant.  “I suppose the Alice costume.”  “I knew that was your favourite”, his mother gushed.  “You look so pretty in it and you behave so well when you are wearing it.”  He flinched a little at being complemented for being a good girl.  However, he knew that he needed to curry favour with his mother and if she liked it too, well he supposed that was good.

[dolly bo peep]

Friday's doll session should be very interesting and fun to read.

Making Steven choose his humiliating costume was a great touch.

Steven asked for the Alice costume. Mother is free to add whatever she wants from the other costumes to add to increase his humiliation - maybe the boobs and tight corset from the Barbie costume.

What if Mother misplaced the Alice bloomers and has to substitute the lacy pettipants from one of the other costumes and decides to add more layers of petticoats to really pouf out the skirt so it's almost at a right angle, really showing off what's underneath.

Will Steven be taken to a public place with a large audience including Sally Foster and made to publicly state why he is being dressed like this? Then it would Sally's turn to lift up Sissy Stevie's skirt to show off his pretty panties to a large audience.

[Bertha]

It's a good story. I enjoyed him being in the shop window element best. It would be interesting to develop a story line where a naughty boy could be on display for several days, perhaps in a high-chair then a cot as a means of advertising baby outfits for the older male.

[DaraJaney]

So the next day Steven turned up in his Alice costume.  He was so relieved to be in a relatively respectable and very comfortably well-fitting dress.  No suffocating corset, no agonizing high-heels and modest make-up.  He could have done without the petticoats and peeking bloomers and the two-inch heels.  They all conspired to make him walk daintily like a girl, making him take dainty little steps as he tried not to show too much bloomer or petticoats.  It even kind of felt comfortable as his dress and pinafore fit so well and he felt kind of cosy in the white tights and layers of petticoats – not that he would admit it to anyone.

Once again his mother was pleased that he was so well behaved and polite in his Alice dress.  “Would you like tea mother?” he asked at one point and flounced off to make it for her when she accepted the offer, returning with a tray, bending his knees carefully as he placed it down and then gathering his petticoats neatly as he sat.  His mother couldn’t help giggle though at the peeking frills of his bloomers.

He was so good that his mother proposed an early end to his torture on the last day.  He looked forward to an end to these dresses when he got home.  He ran upstairs but his mother followed and said “there is actually just one more costume I want you to try on”, she told him.  He sighed and winced but figured he had better do what she wanted.

He took off his Alice costume and his mother came in with a large bag.  She had his little boobs and a lacey under-wired bra for them.  She gave him plain white panties to wear.  She took out a cream blouse and buttoned it up over his boobs.  Then there was a green and white striped tie.  He frowned as she tightened it around his neck.

Then she took out a green gymslip.  He sighed realizing that she wanted him to put on a schoolgirl costume.  She pulled the gymslip down over his blouse, tugging at the high waist to bring it just under his boobs.  He helped by tugging the pleated skirt down almost as far as his knees.

Then she got him to put on bottle green tights and the two-inch heel black t-bar shoes.  Not so bad so far except that he was once more dressed as a girl.  Then she took out a green and cream striped blazer and helped him on with it.  He thought he recognized this.  Finally she placed a straw boater hat on his head which still sported his blond Alice wig.

He looked in the mirror as she straightened his tie.  He looked just like those posh girls who went on the bus to the convent.  His mother brought him downstairs.  He clutched his pleated gymslip carefully as he descended, becoming used now to the dangers of wearing skirts and dresses.

The doorbell rang.  Steven flinched, not wanting to be seen dressed as a schoolgirl.  But his mother went straight over to answer the door and before he could scoot off, in walked Mother Superior from the convent.  She had a forbidding look and Steven froze under her gaze.  “So this is him?”  Steven jumped a little on realizing that she knew he was a boy in a gymslip.  Steven couldn’t help but give a little curtsey as she studied him.

“Would you make tea for Mother Superior please?”  Steven nodded dumbly and quickly headed for the kitchen realizing that his panicked twirl may have caused this pleated gymslip to flutter up too much.

He returned with a tray of tea and cakes.  His mother smiled at his nice deportment.  Mother Superior was studying him carefully.  He put down the tray, poured the tea and moved over to a seat facing her.  He gathered his skirt and sat down, carefully keeping his knees together.  He shifted a little uneasily in his gymslip under her gaze.  He tugged at the hem but it still fell short of his knees.  He rested his hands on his green tights.

Finally Mother Superior stood up.  “Very well.  I’ll try him out for a week.”  Steven looked at his mother in shock.  “Come along child.”  His jaw dropped and he looked at his mother.  She looked at him sternly.  He stood up which is clearly what Mother Superior wanted him to do – she didn’t have to say anything.  His mother took his arm.  “Mother Superior has very kindly agreed to take you in to their boarding school for a week to try you out.”  “Try out?” Steven mumbled nervously.  “I think you make a much better girl than boy.  You are certainly better behaved in dresses so we are going to put it to the test.”

He wanted to scream in protest but Mother Superior’s look was forbidding and he tamely allowed himself to be led out the door and into the back of her car.  His mother waved happily and he looked helplessly out the back window of the car.  Mother Superior ordered him to sit straight.  He did so immediately but still squirmed in his gymslip and tights as he was driven away to be a convent girl for a week.

[dolly bo peep]

What great humiliations await him during his week as a girl in a Catholic boarding school?

I'm eager to read and enjoy what happens next!

[DaraJaney]

When Steven returned from his week as a Catholic schoolgirl on Friday his mother smiled at him.  “I’m sure you must be dying to get out of that uniform dear.  I’ve laid out some clothes on your bed.”  He just nodded his thanks and made for the stairs.  He made himself walk as he had been coached all week and carefully climbed the stairs clutching his pleated skirts.

He went into his room and let out a little scream.  It had been redecorated in pink and white wallpaper, pink drapes and matching bed linen.  There was even a fluffy pink pale carpet.  There were three frilly dresses laid out on the bed in various pastel colours.  Matching tights and stockings were draped over the bed frame.  The only thing he recognized as unchanged were the white wardrobes and chest of drawers.

He rushed over to the wardrobe and opened it.  It was full of dresses and blouses and skirts.  He let out another little yelp.  He pushed back the dresses and searched desperately for any trousers or shirts that might have been pushed to the back or the sides but there were none.  He looked down to see a row of brightly coloured girls’ shoes.

He rushed over to the chest of drawers.  In the top drawer, instead of his boxers and rolled up socks, he saw a dozen pairs of lace-trimmed panties in every pastel colour.  There were stockings with bows and lace attached.  He slammed that shut only to find the second drawer full of bras and tights.  The bottom drawer contain lots more frilly things that he couldn’t identify but were actually camisoles, vests, slips, half-slips and suspender belts.  There clearly wasn’t a scrap of boy’s clothing left anywhere.  “Mum please no!”  But it was obviously too late for that.

The next morning she brought him out in a yellow dress, white tights and yellow high heels.  He scampered along behind her finding it difficult to keep up even given his high-heel training.  “I’m due at the hairdresser’s” she told him.  He flounced in the door after her, eager not to be left out on the street.

He was told to sit in a seat while his mother had a chat with the beautician.  He wondered what hair style she was going for next – she kept changing it.  They returned after their conversation and stood behind him.  “So I’ll come back again around lunchtime?” his mother asked the beautician.  “Yes we should be done by then”, she replied throwing a white cape over Steven and turning him towards the mirror.

His mother hurried off as he realized that the beautician was about to work on him!  His mother was gone before he could protest and the beautician immediately tilted the chair back and swung his head over the sink removing his blond wig.  She washed his hair and told him she was going to give him a page boy cut.  He didn’t resist anymore, misunderstanding what a page boy cut was until she turned him to the mirror and he saw his cute bangs and daintily curved hair.

He then had his eyebrows plucked into a cute curve.  She impatiently dismissed his little cries of pain.  Then she worked on his nails. “You are lucky that your school allows nail varnish provided it is not coloured”, she told him painting on the varnish.  He didn’t feel lucky.

When that was done, he was studying his varnished nails and didn’t pay much attention as she rubbed something cold on his ear lobes.  It was only one of many strange things she had done as far as he was concerned.  But he was quite puzzled when she stood beside him holding something that looked like a gun.  She held his ear lobe and moved the gun towards it and pulled the trigger.  He felt a little pinch and when she took the gun away he had a shiny stud earing!  He was appalled.  But she pierced his other ear before he could react.

He wanted to cry as he looked at his pretty shiny studs and his pierced ears.  He felt that he was now permanently marked as a girl – though of course that was not quite the case but he was certainly stuck with the pierced ears for now.  “Now don’t take those out for a few months until the piercing is permanent”, she told him.  He knew his mother would never let him take them out.

His mother was delighted when she returned and saw his page-boy cut, cute eyebrows, nails and especially his pierced ears.  Stephen looked crestfallen but had little choice but to follow her out of the shop.  They went for lunch.

She sensed that the ear piercing had made him feel that it was all a fait accompli now.  He seemed to accept that he was trapped into being a girl.  She decided to press home her advantage.

She took him shopping in an old-fashioned department store where they would get personal attention.  With the shop assistant looking on, she brought Stephen over to a selection of packs of lacey panties and told him to choose his favourites.  He had little choice but to make a selection or the assistant would wonder what was wrong.

Then his mother made him choose from a selection of patterned white tights.  He cringed as he tried to decide which looked the least sissy but really it made little difference.  “Yes those are pretty patterns, good choice!”

“Now which dress would you like to try on”, she asked him gesturing to the racks of pretty dresses.  The assistant awaited his decision.  He chose a lilac dress – it was the nearest colour available to anything blue.  “That is pretty”, his mother rubbed it in.  He had to try the dress on.  “Yes that will go nicely with the tights you chose”, she confirmed and watched him cringe.

As he got ready for bed that evening his mother hung his lilac dress on the back of the door, tugging at the layers of frills.  “Now tomorrow for church you can dress entirely in clothes that you chose yourself!” she told him, taking his patterned tights from a pack and draping them over the end of his bed.  She laid a pair of his pretty panties on a chair where he could see them and anticipate wearing them in front of the whole town at church.