The Innocent

[Sandra B]

Chapter 11.  Two Swots

Mrs Lowell got up and walked into the living room, indicating to Paul he should accompany her.  The others followed.  She sat down in the middle of the sofa.  Paul stood in front of her, blinking with anxiety.
“Are you going to spank me?”
“Spank you?  Mrs Lowell laughed.  “Course not, silly!”
“Ooh…” whined Autumn, disappointed.
“Though it would be rather fun.  Unfortunately, we’re not allowed to spank naughty little boys any more.  No, Paul, I have something much more gentle in mind.  Come and sit next to me, and Emilia?  Would you bring me my bag, please?”
Emilia brought Mrs Lowell’s handbag, and Mrs Lowell rummaged inside and produced a little red bottle.
“We’re going to paint your nails.  A pretty shade of red, to match the little bows on your leotard.  Sit down next to me.  Closer.  That’s right.  Give me your hand.  Left one first, please.”
And she proceeded to paint each of Paul’s little nails with extreme care, until his hands were as pretty as any girl’s.  Paul found the process surprisingly pleasant.  It was exciting having Mrs Lowell attending to his fingers with such care and delicacy, and he loved the skilful way she applied the shiny liquid with the tiny brush so not a speck got on his skin.  It made him feel special.  He also loved the smell of the nail polish as it was applied.
“There.  Now wave them about a bit and make sure they’re quite dry.  It suits you, I must say.”
Paul marvelled at the transformation that Mrs Lowell had effected by this simple process.  Was this a punishment?  It felt more like a revelation.
“When you need to take it off, you use a nail polish remover, as I’m sure you know.  But Paul, your punishment is, that you must wear this for a whole week from today.  And if you need to renew it, I’ll leave you – no, I’ll leave Emilia – the bottle.  Do you understand?”
Paul stared at her, alarmed.  But my mum… and school!”
“Yeah,” said Emilia, “I don’t think they’ll let him wear it at school.”
“OK, listen.  First, you must tell your mother you asked me to do this, because you really want to start being more like a girl.  Yes?”
Paul nodded, uncertainly.
“I’m not sure….”
“She knows you do ballet?”
“Yes, course.  She bought me the gear.  This leotard…”
“Well, trust me, Paul, she’ll support you in this.  And you must also ask her if you can wear nail polish to school, at least for the week.  Suggest she call the head and explain the situation.  Emilia’s mother has told me a little about the headmistress of Brook Lane, and she may be more sympathetic, and more willing to bend the rules, that you would expect.”
“OK.  But the kids….”
“Some will make fun of you, some will try to bully you, some will defend you.  If you want to wear girl’s clothes you have to be prepared for that.”
“But I don’t….”
“You don’t?  Well, a part of you seems to.  Go look at yourself in the mirror, and think about it.  Don’t deny your own feelings.”
Paul blushed, but said nothing.  Mrs Lowell continued.
“Now, you need to buy Autumn some new panties to replace the pair you…recycled.”
“Yes, of course, Mrs Lowell.  I have ten pounds in my jeans pocket.  Will that be enough?” replied Paul, eagerly.
“Oh.  No, Paul, you misunderstand me.  That’s very generous of you, but I didn’t say I wanted you to pay for them.  I said you need to buy them for her.  I’ll pay, of course.”
“So what…..?”
“I’m going to give you some money, and you are going to take the girls to the shops and buy Autumn new panties.”  And seeing a hint of envy on Penelope’s face, she added.  “Yes, all right, Penelope, he’ll get some for you as well.”
Paul’s eyes widened.
“When?”
“Right now, darling.”
“Shall I go change?”
“Certainly not.  The only thing is, those ballet shoes are really not suitable for Eastfield.”
“Oh, Catherine!” interjected Emilia, “I have the perfect thing!  Paul has a pair of red tap shoes here.  They’ll match his nail polish perfectly!  I'll go get them.”
Paul made some ineffectual attempts to protest, the colour rising in his cheeks.  But Mrs Lowell swept them aside.
“Please don’t fuss, Paul.  Autumn, darling, would you allow Paul to borrow your new belt purse for the expedition?  He’ll need to carry the money, and he has no pockets, as you can see.”
“Of course, mummy!  I’ll get it from the car!”
“It’ll match your other accessories perfectly, dear.  You’ll look such a sweetie!”

So it was that ten minutes later Paul, fully attired, found himself in the back seat of Mrs Lowell’s car, between Autumn and Penelope, with Mrs Lowell and Emilia chatting away in the front.  In his little red belt purse, attached to his little red belt, there was a new twenty pound note.  Mrs Lowell had insisted that the girls, once they had chosen their own panties, should also choose a pack for Paul.  “You decide for him, girls,” she had said.  “You understand these things better than he does, as yet.  Maybe ask the assistants what they think would best suit him, if you’re in any doubt.”
Paul was already blushing scarlet at the mere thought of the expedition, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, whilst the two girls chattered and giggled across him, reassuring him every now and then with friendly pats on his thighs, or simultaneous cuddles.  But he wasn’t reassured.  It was all right for them, in their jeans and T-shirts.  It would make him all the more conspicuous in his bright little ballet costume!  He hoped the kids from Brook Lane who liked to hang out there after school had all gone home for supper by this time.  But he doubted it.
When they arrived at Eastfield, it was obvious the shopping centre was very busy that evening.  Mrs Lowell had to park on the edge of the car park, furthest from the shops.  The girls were first out of the car.  Paul was a little more reluctant, but in the face of Emilia’s coaxings, he eventually climbed out, keeping close to the car for some protection from the gazes of the people around.  But this was a brief respite.
“Now, Paul, you and the girls go ahead, Emilia and I will follow.  I suggest you try Hawkes first, and see what they’ve got.  The girls will show you the way.  We’ll keep an eye on you, don’t worry, though we may be a little behind.  Girls, hold hands nicely with Paul, won’t you?  Don’t lose him.  It’s very busy in there.  If Hawkes doesn’t have what you want, there are plenty of other shops there.”
Off they went, Paul between Autumn and Penelope, holding hands with each of them.  The girls skipping along excitedly, Paul as red as a beetroot, trying to make himself invisible and failing spectacularly.
“Em, you should video this,” whispered Mrs Lowell.  “Look at them, they look so sweet together!  Just like three girls having fun.  Except when you look a bit closer!”
“I know, Catherine.  See how people are doing double takes?”
“Yes.  I don’t think he’s going to have an easy ride with the girls, either.  You know how fussy they are about their clothes.  It’ll probably take them ages to make up their minds about their own knickers, let alone his!”

They entered through the main doors and plunged into the crowds, the girls pulling Paul along in their eagerness to get to the shops.  They attracted attention wherever they went.  As they approached the central fountain, Paul saw to his horror Josh and Mikey, accompanied by a group of their friends, sitting on the low wall by the water.  Desperately he turned his head aside, hoping they wouldn’t recognise him.  He needn’t have worried.  Josh gave the group a casual glance, and drew Mikey’s attention to the triumvirate.
“’Ere. Mike.  Get a load of them.”
“Weird!  Think she’d change out of ‘er ballet stuff to come in ‘ere, wouldn’t yer?”
“Yeah.  Girls are strange, ain’t they?”
Paul was relieved once they arrived at Hawkes clothing store.  The girls led him straight to the children’s underwear department, and left him standing in the aisle while they flipped through the packs of panties.  Paul stood there, the picture of awkwardness and embarrassment, not knowing where to put his hands or his feet.  He could see two of the assistants giggling and looking over at him.  Eventually one of them, a girl of about seventeen, came over to him.
“Good evening, er, miss?  Can I help you at all?”
“No…no, thank you.  My friends are just looking for something.  I’m just waiting for them.”
At that inopportune moment Autumn came over.
“Do you like Disney ones, Paul?  This is Alice, see?  Though I think you wanted something with more yellow on them, didn’t you?”
The assistant beamed with delight.
Paul became incoherent.  “No, I…I…thought you were, you were… looking for yourselves, weren’t you?”
“We are.  Just thought I’d ask you.  We’re sort of looking for your ones at the same time.”
“Oh, perhaps I can help,” said the assistant.  “Wait a minute.”  She turned to her colleague.  “Sue?  Could you come and help us, please?”  Her friend came quickly over.  “The girls here are looking for some panties for their friend here.  Paul, is it?  He would really like some with yellow in them?  Do we have anything suitable?”
“Oh, we may have,” replied the other, stifling a laugh, “let me see…”
She opened a cupboard underneath the display and began to riffle through the stock.  She brought out three packs, in pastel shades of yellow.  One had teddy bears on, one hearts, one ballerinas!  She began showing them to the highly embarrassed Paul, but Autumn came over and interrupted.
“Excuse me.  My mummy said that I should choose Paul’s new panties.”
“Oh, so sorry, madam.  Well, this is what we have in yellow, apart from the ones on display.  Would any of these be suitable?”
“I’m afraid not, but thank you.  The designs are a little boring, and I want something brighter and shinier.  Sort of satin.  That’s what he likes.”
“Really?” cried the first assistant, bursting out laughing.
“Yes, really,” replied Autumn severely, “and I’m afraid we don’t think your selection of panties interesting enough.  But thank you anyway.”  She turned to Penelope.  “Come on, Pen.  Let’s try another shop.”  And they marched out, followed by Paul, leaving the two assistants looking amused but also rather shocked.

It wasn’t until the third store that Autumn and Penelope found what they were looking for.  It’s not appropriate to describe what they chose for themselves, but for Paul they had found the perfect thing: yellow satin decorated with unicorns and rainbows. 
“Do you like them, Paul?” asked Autumn. 
“Yes.  I do.  Very much.  Thank you.”  He was desperate to escape from this public torture, where it seemed to him everyone was staring at him, and all the shop assistants were in a conspiracy to embarrass him as much as was possible.  Catherine and Emilia stood apart, looking through the women’s fashions, but keeping an eye on them.
“I think this may be it, Catherine,” murmured Emilia.
“I certainly hope so, darling.  I’m a little tired of trapesing around after them.”
“You must admit they have very discriminating taste, though.”
“Oh, yes.  Real little fashionistas!”
Paul was at the counter, paying a lady who had managed to convert her amusement into a big friendly smile.  He extracted the note from his belt purse and handed it over.
“Thank you, young man.  You have excellent taste.  And I love your outfit.  Please come again,” she said, as she handed him the change.
Paul kept his head down, finding it difficult to look her in the face.  In fact, he had kept his head down for most of the expedition.  If he had paid a little more attention to his surroundings, he might have noticed that there were two other individuals on their track aside from Catherine and Emilia.  Rhianna and Denise, the two school swots from year two, had latched onto them in the second store they visited.
“Look at that!” remarked Rhianna, “isn’t that a boy?”
Denise stared through her black-rimmed glasses.
“Isn’t that that boy from year one?  You know, the pretty-looking one who hangs out with those tough kids, or used to?”
“Don’t be silly, Denise.”
She pretended to be looking at some jeans while peering sideways at Paul.
“OMG, No!  I think you’re right!  It is him!”
“Let’s get some pictures,” said Denise, getting closer to Paul and surreptitiously using her phone.
“Look!” whispered Rhianna, “those little kids are holding up panties for him to look at!  What is this?  Get a video, Den!”
When they were happy they’d captured Paul’s most embarrassing moments, the girls stopped filming and tried to get a bit nearer without being seen.
“He probably wouldn’t recognise us anyway,” hissed Rhianna.  “But hold on!”  She gripped Denise’s arm and held her back.  “Look over there.  That’s Emilia.  I think she’s with them.”
“I think you’re right, Rhianna.  Let’s hang back and see what happens.”
They soon discovered that Paul and his little friends were being shadowed by Emilia and her companion.  They stalked the whole party till they eventually left the shopping centre, and watched them all get into Catherine’s car.
“Wow,” said Denise, “we’ve got some really hot shit on that kid now.  We’ll find out his name next week and decide what to do.  And see if we can discover how Emilia fits in, too.”
“Yeah,” agreed Rhianna.  “I think we might have some fun here.”

Paul was so relieved to get back into the car.  He was holding his little packet of panties and the girls on either side were holding theirs.  The girls were very happy. 
“We’re good at shopping,” laughed Penelope.  “We waited till we found exactly the right things!”
“You did a great job, girls,” said Mrs Lowell, warmly.  “Don’t you think so, Paul?”
Paul was so happy it was over, he actually said,
“Yes.  Thank you girls!”
“Do you like your new panties?” asked Autumn.
“Very much.”
“But you still like mine, too?”
“Yes, Autumn,” admitted Paul, “I do.”  And he blushed again.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 12.  The Plot Thickens

At home, Emilia busied herself preparing drinks and food for everyone.  There was a stash of pizzas in the freezer, and she put four of them in the oven, while Catherine prepared drinks.  The girls disappeared up to Emilia’s bedroom to play with her dolls.  Paul hung about in the kitchen, not quite sure what to do with himself, trying to decide whether he was happy or anxious about his newly acquired nail polish.
“Go and play with the girls,” suggested Catherine.  “We’ll call you as soon as supper’s ready.”
Paul made his way slowly upstairs and presented himself in the doorway of the bedroom.
“Paul!” cried Autumn, “Come and help!  Laura Pinkpants has had a terrible fall from off the bed and is being taken to hospital.  We’re the nurses and you can be the doctor.”
Within a few minutes Paul was playing happily, quite engrossed in their games.  He was even loath to leave the bedroom when Emilia called up that supper was ready.  After supper the three of them resumed their play until it was time for Catherine to take the girls home to bed.  The girls demanded goodbye kisses which Paul willingly gave.  Catherine smiled at Emilia and gave her a big wink.  And even Emilia was surprised at the ease with which Paul had adapted to – no, been a part of – the younger ones’ play.
But after they had left his thoughts returned to more pressing matters.  He had to go home and have a conversation with his mother about his nails.  He was not looking forward to that.  He examined the red polish closely, and wondered how long it would take to wear off.  It didn’t look likely to be gone by the time school resumed on Tuesday.  Emilia read his thoughts.
“Are you worried about that, Paul?” she asked, sympathetically.
He nodded slowly.  “What will my mum say, Emilia?”
“Would you like me to have a word with her and explain what happened?  You know, without mentioning the real cause?  I will if you like.”
“Would you?  Yes, please.”
“And would you feel happier staying here tonight?  I can ask her.  I know we’re staying over at Mel’s tomorrow, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”
“Thanks, Em.  Yes, I would!  Would you ask her?”
“I’ll ring her now.”  Emilia knew what Paul didn’t.  That not only was his mother quite open to him becoming more feminine, but she was hoping for it!  She retired to her bedroom and dialled the number.
“Mrs Adams?  Hi.  It’s Emilia.”
“Emilia dear.  How are you?”
“I’m fine.  I’m ringing about Paul.  I can’t speak very loud – he’s just downstairs.”
“Oh.  What is it?”
“Well, I just wanted to update you on things.  You know, I think he’s really on his way to becoming a sweet little girl, but he’s so shy about it.  He’s reluctant to tell you just yet, and I don’t want him to start feeling anxious about it in any way, so I’m playing it cool, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh, that’s so exciting!  I mean, interesting.  Yes, I’m sure you’re quite right.  Let him discover things for himself.”
“Yes, exactly.  Today he took my little cousin Autumn and her friend Penelope to the shops to buy some clothes, and insisted on wearing his ballet leotard.  You know, the pretty one with red bows that you got for him?”
“Really?” gasped Mrs Adams.  “Well I never!  I would never have believed it!”
“And he asked my aunt to paint his nails for him!”
“I’m astounded!  I wish I could have seen him.”
“I’ll send you a few pictures later.  But here’s the thing.  Now he’s got his nail polish on, he doesn’t want to take it off.  In fact, he wants to keep it on for school next week.  I guess he wants to see how the other kids will react.  If it’s not too negative, I think it’ll give him confidence to go further.”
“I see…”
“Do you think it would be possible for you to speak to the head about it?  I know it’s a long shot, but if she would allow it on this occasion, I think it would do wonders for his confidence.”
“Oh.  Yes, I can, Emilia.  As a matter of fact, I had a brief conversation with Miss Williams at the start of the year about this exact issue.  I happen to know she’s very keen on gender equality, and on allowing children to develop their own identities, whether they correspond with their biological gender or not.  So I will.  You may be surprised!”
“Thank you, Mrs Adams!”
“Anne-Marie, please, Emilia.  After all, we are sharing such exciting intelligence now!  And your interest in Paul is such a help.  I’m so grateful.  I’m sure it will make his transition – I mean, if that is what he decides – so much smoother in the long run.”
“Can I ask one more thing, Anne-Marie?  I know Paul and I are staying at Imelda’s tomorrow night, but would it be possible for him to stay here tonight as well?  I feel we have made such good progress today, and I think it might be helpful to maintain the continuity through the weekend.  What do you think?”
“By all means, Emilia!  I think a totally girlie weekend is just what he needs.  I can’t wait to see him on Sunday of course, but if you can help cement the changes you’ve already made, all the better.  It’s so kind of you!”
“Not at all.  I’ll text you reports, anyway.  Thank you so much.”
“No, my dear, thank you, for being such a guiding angel!”

Emilia’s next call was to Imelda.  She needed to bring her up to speed.  She related the whole of the evening’s events, taking care to describe all Paul’s embarrassments in meticulous detail.
“You took some video?  I can’t wait to see it!”
“You shall, tomorrow.  And there’s something else I haven’t told you yet.  Do you know how the little rascal got into ballet?  He was blackmailed by three first years who noticed his panties in the playground!”
“What?”
“Yeah, I should have told you, but I thought I’d keep it as a surprise.  I know one of them, vaguely.  She’s younger sister of a girl I used to be friends with.  But I really don’t know anything about her or her friends.  The other two are called Rosalind and Marcia.  From what Paul said, I think Marcia’s the ringleader.  What do you think me should do?  In one way it’s so funny, but on the other hand I suppose they’re the competition.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?  I know Marcia from primary school.”
“Yes, and I know something of Tabby.”
“He’s being blackmailed?”
“Apparently they have photos.  And a video.  I’m not quite sure what that’s about, but he seems terrified of them.”
“This alters everything, Em.  We can’t ignore them.  We need to deal with this quickly.  Suppose they outed him, we’d have no more influence.  Let me think about it. What time are you coming over tomorrow?”
“We can come earlier now, cos Paul’s staying here tonight.  When’s best for you?”
“Come over about midday.  My folks will be out by then, and we’ll have all the afternoon and most of the evening to do anything we want.  Anything we want…” she repeated thoughtfully.
“Great, Mel!  See you then.”

When Emilia’s parents and Nathan got home, they were surprised to find Paul there.  He was back in his old jeans and T-shirt.  Emilia had playfully suggested he stay in his leotard, just to see the panic on his face!  But he still looked nervous, and kept his fists tight shut, with his thumbs under his fingers.  Nathan wanted him to come and play before bedtime, but he said he was too tired. 
“Is he all right?” asked her mother, in a whisper.
“Yes, mum, but he’s got a few personal problems which I’m helping him with.”  That was true, anyway!  “Obviously I can’t say what they are – he’s sworn me to secrecy – but don’t worry, it’s nothing serious, only girl problems” – that was true, as well! – “and I’m going to sort him out.  But I need him to stay in my room tonight.  He needs my company at the moment.”
“Of course, dear.  Nathan will be disappointed, but I’ll explain it to him.  You’ve got a sleeping bag, haven’t you?”
“Yes. Mum, I’ve got everything I need in my room.”

Emilia did indeed have everything she needed.  She changed into her pyjamas and gave Paul an outgrown pair to wear, fuzzy flannel ones with little bunnies all over them.
“Where am I sleeping, Em?” he asked, looking around.
“Well, you can have a sleeping bag on the floor….or you could sleep in my bed with me, but I don’t suppose you’d want that.”
“Sleep with you?”  Paul’s eyes grew big with surprise.
“If you want.”
He did want.  And soon he was nestling in Emilia’s embrace, inhaling her warm fragrance and feeling totally safe and loved, like a tiny child with its mother.  She stroked his hair softly, and whispered reassurances in his ear, until he fell asleep.  She did indeed feel motherly affection for Paul, and she was anxious about what Imelda might have planned for the next day.  She wanted to give him a least one night of complete security and happiness, before the rude awakening that she feared was in store for him.  And for Paul, being so close to the person he loved above all others, was the greatest bliss he could imagine.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 13.  Another Surprise

Emilia and Paul arrived at Imelda’s punctually at twelve.  All Paul’s girly stuff was neatly packed in his rucksack.  He had no idea what to expect, but after the trip to the ice cream parlour he was nervous to say the least.  He took Emilia’s hand and held it tight as they waited for Imelda to answer the door.
“Em, do you think she’ll want to take me out again?”
“I don’t think so, darling.  Don’t worry.  I’ll look after you.”
Imelda opened the door.
“Come in, guys!  How are you, Paul?  I hear you’ve already had one sleepover this weekend.  I hope another won’t be too boring for you.”
“No, Imelda.”
“I’ll try to make sure it’s not.  Like the nail polish!  Maybe you’d like another trip out to the shops?  I hear from Em you made quite an impression at Eastfield!”
“No, please, Imelda!  I don’t want to go out again.  It was so embarrassing.  I thought some of the kids from school had seen me near the fountain.”
“But they hadn’t?”
“No,” interjected Emilia, “he looked so cute they just assumed he was a girl showing off in her ballet costume!  And really, that’s just what he looked like.”
“Yeah, Em, but the shop assistants knew I wasn’t a girl!  And I had to stand there for ages while they all gawped at me and then the girls bought me those panties.  It was horrible!”
“Ooh, they bought you panties?  Show me!” said Imelda, eagerly.
Paul reluctantly took off his rucksack and rummaged for the packet.  He passed it to Imelda.
“Oh, darling, they’re so cute!  Unicorns and rainbows!  You chose well!”
“I didn’t pick them, Imelda!  It was Autumn and Penelope!” cried Paul, horrified.
“Oh, don’t get so defensive about it, Paul.  They’re so pretty.  Don’t pretend you don’t like them.  Come on, I want to see what they look like on.  Come upstairs now and give us a preview.”
“Please, Imelda…..”
“No arguments, young lady!  Follow me please!”
Emilia took his hand and drew the reluctant Paul with her up to Imelda’s bedroom. 
“Just do what she says,” she whispered in his ear, “trust me, it’s the best way.”
Paul understood that absolute compliance was the best policy, or he might find himself outside again.  So he pretended to fall in with the game.

Imelda’s bedroom was huge.  There was a big double bed, a single, and loads of space.
“Wow.  What a massive room.  Is it just for you?”
“Yes, Paul.  But sometimes we have parties in here, don’t we Em?”
“We do.  And big sleepovers.”
“But today it’s just us,” smiled Imelda, throwing herself down on the bed.  “Now, get those boring old boy clothes off and get into your new panties.  We won’t watch, promise.”
Paul went behind a wardrobe to change.  A couple of minutes later he emerged.  The girls were both lying on the double bed whispering to each other.  He advanced shyly into the room.
“Ready.”
They sat up expectantly.  Both their faces registered delight.
“Oh, Paul, they’re so sweet on you,” said Emilia, gently.
“Oh, my god!  What a cute little sissy!” squealed Imelda, much to Paul’s discomfort.  “Come and stand here where I can see you.”
Paul obediently went and stood in front of Imelda, blushing as she ran her eyes over him.
“They’re so pretty on you, sweetie.  I love the material – so shiny and satiny.  Don’t you want to show them off?  I would.”
“No,” said Paul, sulkily.
“Shall we cover them up, then?  I’ve got something here I want you to try on.”  She went to a drawer and began to take out a little pile of clothes.  “This is my old year one school uniform.  I want to see if it fits you.  Come on, or I’ll leave you in nothing but your knickers the whole day!”
Reluctantly Paul submitted to being dressed in the uniform.  White blouse with striped tie, grey skirt, white socks.  Finally, she produced her old school blazer from the wardrobe.  Paul stood there, slouching.
“Stand up straight, please!  Well, it fits almost perfectly.  You’d need some new shoes, of course, and that skirt needs shortening a bit, so you can flash your panties occasionally, but otherwise you’re ready to go!”
Paul looked at her, alarmed.  Emilia tried to reassure him.
“Don’t worry, Paul.  All Imelda means is that you’d fit in just fine as a girl, if you ever wanted to.  Who knows, one day…”
“One day soon, I hope,” said Imelda.  She was already busy with a tape measure, working out how much the skirt needed altering.  “I can fix this.  I’m pretty good at sewing.”
At that moment, there was a ring at the bell.  No-one moved.
“Well, Paul?  Aren’t you going to answer the door?”
“M-me?”
“Yes, you.  It’s probably the postman.  I sent for a few things for you, and they’re supposed to arrive today.  Go on, silly boy.  You’re quite respectable.  He won’t even notice you’re not a girl!”
Paul was about to protest, but he was frightened of Imelda, and Emilia nodded to him to reassure him.  The two girls exchanged knowing looks, but he didn’t notice.  He made his way downstairs and gingerly opened the front door.  Poor Paul didn’t have much luck opening doors to unknown callers!
It wasn’t the postman.  It was the worst thing he could have imagined.  His mouth fell open and he was unable to speak.  For there, in front on him, eyes wide with delight, stood Marcia, Rosalind and Tabitha!

[krystalasbaby2017]

This is turning interesting. The girls who are working  with his mum and the tormentors now.  Wonder what is going to happen now....lol :)

[Sandra B]

Chapter 14.  An Equality of Power

“Hello, Paul!”  grinned Marcia.  “Aren’t you going to let us in?”
“W-what are you doing here?”
“Imelda invited us.  Didn’t she tell you?  Oh, I expect she wanted to surprise you.”
Without waiting for Paul to move, the three girls pushed past him into the hallway.  Imelda and Emilia were coming downstairs.
“Hello, girls,” said Imelda, “thank you so much for coming.  Paul, I’m sorry we didn’t warn you.  I only decided to invite the girls last night, and they were kind enough to accommodate me.  You know them, of course.  I know you, Marcia, but will you introduce your friends?”
“Of course, Imelda.  This is Rosalind, and this is Tabitha – Tabby, we usually call her.”
“And this is my best friend, Emilia,” replied Imelda.  “Tabby, I think you’ve met her before.”
“Yes, once or twice.  Hi Emilia.”
“Hi, all of you,” smiled Emilia.  “Imelda thought we should get together, as we have a common interest, and I agreed it would be for the best.  As you can see, Paul’s been experimenting with a Brook Lane girl’s uniform.  We think he looks quite fetching.  What do you think?”
Paul was still standing on the welcome mat, completely gobsmacked.  He stared at his three peers, still not quite comprehending.
“He looks sweet,” said Rosalind.  “It really suits him.”
“Much nicer than those horrid boys’ trousers,” added Tabitha.
“Is he going to transition?” asked Marcia.
“Oh, he’s not even near that yet.  But maybe one day,” replied Imelda. “For now I think it’s rather nice that we are the only ones in on the secret, don’t you think?”
The girls nodded in agreement.
“And we need to talk about that before we proceed any further.  Would everyone like to come up to my bedroom?  Paul, you stay here.  You can bring us up some drinks and biscuits in, say, twenty minutes.  And if the bell rings again, it will be the postman.  So make sure you answer the door without delay.  Understood?”
“Y-yes, Imelda.”
“Good.  Come on girls.”  And they all trooped upstairs, leaving Paul to speculate on the nature and content of their conversation.

In Imelda’s room the five girls spread themselves about on the floor. 
“This is an amazing room, Mel,” said Marcia.  “I love it.”
“Thanks, Marcia.  Yes, I’m really lucky.  Spoiled, in fact.  That’s what comes of being an only child.”
“Did you see Paul’s face when he opened the door?” said Rosalind to the others.  “I thought he was going to faint!”
“Poor thing.  It must have been a terrible shock,” smiled Emilia.  “Imelda is so naughty!”
“Not really.  We have to sort this thing out.  You know why I invited you, girls.  We both have an interest in a certain little boy.  Emilia and I thought he was our exclusive plaything till we heard about you three.  What are these photos you have?  And a video?”
“I’ll show you,” blurted Marcia, eagerly.  She shuffled over to Imelda and found the pictures on her phone.  Here.  Have a look.  The video’s after the pictures.”
Emilia sat down beside her friend as she scrolled through the images.
“Oh, dear.  I love that little leotard,” grinned Imelda, “only it’s a little too small for him, I think.  It doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”
“Wait till you see the video,” laughed Tabitha.
“OK, let’s see…” said Imelda.  She and Emilia watched in disbelief as the red-faced Paul lisped through his idiotic monologue, squirming with embarrassment.
“What a performance!” cried Imelda.  “How did you get him to do that?”
“He was so terrified he would have done anything for us,” grinned Marcia.  “Do you like it?”
“It’s great,” said Emilia, but you can’t leave that on your phones.  Someone could easily find it, then the game would be over.  “Let’s do a deal.  We’ve got some great stuff too, but ours is all on a passworded memory stick.  Let’s pool our material and we’ll each have a copy.  What do you think?”
Marcia looked at her friends.  They both nodded vigorously.  “Agreed.  And let’s share any new stuff, shall we?”
“Definitely,” said Imelda.  “We’re planning to get some more today, in fact!”

It was the work of a few minutes to combine their resources and copy the lot to a new flash drive. Imelda handed it over to Marcia.
“The password is “SissyPaul”.  Now we can all work together.  We have an equality of power.  First of all, I think….”
But at that moment the doorbell rang again.  They stopped talking and listened.  They heard Paul open the door and say thank you.  Then he called up, “the postman’s been.  There’s a parcel for you, Imelda.”
“Bring it up, there’s a love,” she called back.  They heard his steps on the stairs, and then he appeared at the door carrying a big parcel.  The expression of disbelief on seeing his three young tormentors had now been replaced with one of trepidation.  He looked around the room as if trying to understand what it was that was – or would be – happening to him.  In return he only received smug smiles.  He brought it in and placed it on the floor beside Imelda.
“Thank you, darling.  Good boy.  You can serve our refreshments in ten minutes and come and join us.  We’ve nearly finished our meeting.”
“Yes, Imelda.”  Emilia watched him retreat from the bedroom.  “It’s interesting,” she thought, “how willingly he responds to Imelda’s commands.  She treats him live a little servant, and he falls straight into the role.  I couldn’t do that.  I wouldn’t want to.  But he doesn’t resent it at all.”
“So,” said Imelda, when Paul had gone back downstairs, “let’s see what we’ve got here.  She ripped open the parcel.  Inside there were two smaller packages.  She unwrapped the first, and, standing up, produced a yellow dress.  She shook out the folds and held it up for all to see.  It was a girls’ smock dress in yellow needle corduroy, with the smocking in pink just under the short puff sleeves.  The collar, sleeves and hem were trimmed in pink lace.  The skirt was quite voluminous.  It was a larger version of something that you might dress a three-year-old in.  Imelda passed it to Emilia.
“What do you think?”
“It’s gorgeous.  It’s such lovely quality, too.  It can’t have been cheap!”
“It wasn’t.  It was a special, of course.  But my mum gives me a liberal dress allowance, so it was no problem.  Only the best for our little darling!”
Emilia passed it on to the others, who cooed and giggled over it, while Imelda produced the accessories.  Most important, a pair of matching elasticated satin knickers, also with pink lace around the legs.
“Nice!” cried Emilia, “Look, girls.  Look what goes with it!”  In her appreciation of Paul’s next outfit, Emilia’s empathy for the little boy had been overwhelmed by the anticipation of seeing him so prettily sissified.
“Wow!” they chorused.
“I’ve made sure these are big enough to accommodate a nappy or a pull-up,” said Imelda.  After all, such a little girl can’t be expected to know when she needs to go to the toilet, can she?”
The three younger girls stared at Imelda with undisguised delight.
“And with luck they’ll just be visible below the hem.  It would be such a shame if people couldn’t appreciate his entire ensemble.
“Oh, my god, this is the best!” squealed Tabitha.
“Will we get to take him outside, Imelda?” asked Marcia, excitedly.
“Of course, dear.  That’s the whole point.  It would be selfish to keep such a bunch of cuteness all to ourselves, now wouldn’t it?”
“Yes!” gasped Rosalind.
“There’s just a couple of other things.  Some pretty matching socks, a pair of yellow satin button-up gloves, and a little soft leather choker.  See that?”
She showed it around.  The back was secured by a tiny padlock, and from the front dangled a silver letter ‘P’.  The girls passed it to each other, appreciatively feeling the softness of the leather.
“And I’ve bought him some earrings, Imelda,” added Emilia.  “See?  Tiny red roses.  His ears are quite ready now.”
“What about shoes?” asked Rosalind.
“I didn’t get him shoes, but I’m hoping Emilia…?”
“Yes, I brought the tap shoes, as you asked, Mel.  Or at least, Paul did.  They’re in his rucksack.  They’ll do for the time being.”
“What else is in that parcel, Mel?” asked Tabitha, eyeing the second package.
“One thing at a time, darling.  That’s another little surprise for later.  So we’re ready.  All we need now is the person who’s going to model all these lovely clothes.  Where is he, anyway?”
As if in answer, there was a knock at the door, and Paul pushed it open and gingerly made his way in bearing a big tray of canned drinks, nuts, crisps and biscuits.  He looked around.  There was absolute silence, but everyone was staring at him, and they all had the same expression on their faces, a sort of eager rapaciousness.  He took it for hunger.
“I-I’m sorry I was so long…”
“No problem, darling,” said Emilia.  “Put that down on the floor and come sit with us.”
He put down the tray and looked around again.  Emilia beckoned him, and he went and sat next to her, holding his skirt as he sat down in an attempt to conceal his panties from the girls opposite.  But Marcia got a quick flash of the rainbows and unicorns despite his efforts.  She covered her mouth to hide her laughter and then whispered something to her friends behind her hand, something about “new panties”, which Paul heard.  He frowned in annoyance, but looked at the floor, unable to meet her eyes.  Emilia put her arm around him.  He was trembling slightly.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, darling,” she murmured.  She turned to Imelda.
“Should I explain?”
“Go ahead.”
“Paul.  You couldn’t go on being dragged two ways, us on the one side and your three friends here on the other.  So we’ve called a truce and from now on we’ll work together.”
“Work on what, Em?”
“On making you happy, darling.  On helping you find your true identity.  But also, on protecting you from bullies and from the jealousy of others.  You can relax with all of us now, in the certain knowledge that everything that happens will never be reported outside this little circle.”
“But what…?”
“I know – we know – that quite an important part of you is interested in exploring the feminine side of your nature.  That’s great.  A complete person needs to know both sides of the spirit.  But many boys are afraid of that other side.  They suppress it, and end up miserable.  We’re dedicated to helping you in your quest.  That’s all.”
Paul looked at her uncertainly.  He was still confused in his own mind about what he wanted.  That was a lot of words, he thought, but he couldn’t relate them to his situation.  It was actually a relief when Imelda, who had been looking at Emilia with a slightly impatient expression on her face, put the matter more directly.
“What Em says is right, of course, Paul.  But in practical terms, you need to understand that we’re going to feminise you whether you like it or not.  I think you do like it.  But time will tell.  The only way you can find out what you want is by trying things out, by experimenting.  Do you understand?”
“Yes, Imelda.”
“You know you’re not in a position to object?”
“Yes, Imelda.”
“Good.  Now tell me what you think of this little smock dress.”   

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oh nice sissy paul has his very first  little girl sissy dress to bad it was not in pink

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