The Innocent

[Sandra B]

Chapter 20.  The Club.

“No!  Chris!  You can’t…”
“I’m sorry, Pauline.  I didn’t mean to…  It’s just….  I like you so much!” he blurted.
“Chris.  Listen.  I really like you, too.  We can be friends.  But we can’t…”
Paul stood there, not certain what to say.  He had no desire to hurt his new friend.  And the last thing he wanted was to drive him away.  For that same reason he felt he couldn’t tell him the truth.
He stood there, stammering.
“Look.  Please don’t…  I mean, it’s not that…  It’s just…difficult to explain. I …”
But at that point another voice broke in.  Tabitha had followed them down the beach, creeping along by the dunes.  Now she came striding across the pebbles to where they stood.
“No.  He can’t be your girlfriend.  And I’ll tell you why, idiot.  Because he’s not a girl.  He’s a boy!  If you can’t see that you must be blind!”
She stood, arms folded, a triumphant and malicious smile on her face.  Christopher was transfixed, staring open-mouthed from one to the other.  Paul looked helplessly at his toes.  Eventually he spoke.
“Is that true, Pauline?”
Paul nodded, without looking up.
“Well… I don’t care! I don’t care if you are a boy!  I still like you.  I still want to be your friend.”
“You do?” asked Paul, looking up.  “I didn’t want to tell you, cos I thought you might go away.  You really still want to be my friend?”
“Of course.  It’s you I…l-like.  If you’re male or female it doesn’t make any difference.”
Tabitha’s expression had changed from one of triumph to one of disbelief during Christopher’s declaration.  She was speechless with anger.  But she never remained speechless for long.
“You still like him?  You still want to be his boyfriend?
“Well, I didn’t exactly say ….”
“You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought, then.  And you’re gay!  Well, pervert, wait till you see all our pictures of your new boyfriend.  Wait till you see baby Pauline!  Then tell me if you still want to be his little sweetheart!”
And with that she flounced off down the beach, her nose in the air, in a magnificent gesture of contempt marred only by her tripping over a particularly large boulder and falling flat on her face.
“What did she mean by all that?” asked Christopher, startled.
“Oh, nothing, Chris.  She’s just jealous.  Come on, let’s get back.”
Without knowing why, Paul took Christopher by the hand for the walk back along the beach.  But they separated themselves as they approached the girls.  Tabitha had reported back, much to the amusement of her friends.  But Emilia and Imelda exchanged meaningful glances.
“What are you thinking, Mel?”
“I’m thinking I may have a little plan.  It’s still working itself out….”
She addressed the three acolytes.
“Now you lot.  Behave yourselves.  No snide remarks, OK?  Yes, you, madam, I’m talking to you,” she added, looking straight at Tabitha.
“Hi you two!” called Emilia.  “Have a nice walk?”
“Yeah, thanks.  Interesting cliffs down there!” replied Paul, casually.
They seated themselves a little apart from the others, ignoring the ill-disguised smirks.  Imelda was looking thoughtful.  Eventually she addressed Christopher.
“Chris.  Do you want to join our little club?  It hasn’t got a name, yet.  But here we all are.”
Tabitha frowned, and snorted contemptuously.
“Tabby…” warned Imelda.
“Sorry.”
“I guess so….”
“Because if you want to go on seeing Pauline, it’s the only way.  You don’t live very close to the rest of us, but if you’re in the club you’ll be included in all our little get-togethers.”
“In that case, yes I do.  Very much.”
“Right.  Well, what do you notice about our club?”
“Er, it’s very exclusive?”
“Yes, that’s right.  And do you know what it excludes?”
“Idiots, for one,” muttered Tabitha under her breath.
Christopher looked puzzled.
“It excludes boys.”
“Oh.”
“So, what I’m saying is, you can join, but if you do so, it’ll be as a girl.”
All eyes were riveted on Imelda.
“As a girl?”
“Yes.  As a girl.  Are you prepared for that?”
Christopher stared at Paul in his bikini for a moment, then replied with determination,
“Absolutely.  I’ll do what it takes.”
“Good boy!  Of course, we’ll supply you with all the clothes and the training.  And there will be an initiation ceremony, but we don’t need to worry about that just now.  Are you free next Saturday?”
“Yes.”
“OK.  We’ll arrange your official election to the club then.  If you change your mind, that’s fine.”
“I won’t,” he said, looking happily at Paul.
“I hope not.  You will present yourself at my house on Saturday morning at ten.  I’ll give you the address.  Now let’s just enjoy the day, shall we?  Oh, and perhaps the rest of you could put your minds to finding a name for our new club.  Have a think and we’ll discuss that on Saturday, too.”
The three younger girls, having recovered from their surprise at Imelda’s plan, immediately put their heads together and began chatting excitedly.  Oddly, Tabitha no longer seemed angry. 
“You know what this means?” she whispered. “We’ll have two sissies to play with!  Oh, I can’t wait to get that annoying boy into frilly panties.  I going to enjoy it so much.  He’ll be squirming with embarrassment by the time I’ve finished with him!”
Christopher and Paul detached themselves from their companions and went down to the shallows to paddle.
“Did you do that for me?” asked Paul.  “It may not be as easy as you think, you know.”
“I did it to be with you.  Otherwise I might never have seen you again.  In any case, girls’ clothes are quite cute.  You really seem to enjoy wearing them, and now I want to try, too.  Maybe I’ve always wanted to, I don’t know.  Maybe unconsciously I knew you were a boy, and it was the ambiguity that first attracted me to you.”  He grinned.  “Only, I’m not sure about that sweet little yellow bikini!”
For which remark, Paul kicked a bucketful of seawater in his face.

[Padfootpaddedbutt]

Dear Sandra B, thank you so much for writing and continuing this story. I absolutely love it. The introduction of Chris is making me feel warm and fuzzy. I love me some sissy boy love. Would love to see some sissy sexual interaction between the 2 also :p

[Sandra B]

Chapter 21.  Special Dispensation.

While all this was going on at the beach, Paul’s mother was doing her bit as well.  She was ringing Miss Williams.  The two women had rather hit it off when they met for the first time, and had swapped numbers.
“Hello?  Margaret?  It’s Anne-Marie Adams here.  Do you have a minute?”
“Anne-Marie!  How nice to hear from you.  Of course.  What can I do for you?”
“It’s about Paul.  Do you remember that conversation we had about gender identity?  Well, it seems that Paul has started to lean a bit…”
“To his feminine side?"
"Yes."
"I’m not surprised, Anne-Marie, to tell the truth.  I always thought he had more than his share of female hormones.  And I heard through the grapevine that he’s taken up ballet.”
“Yes, that’s right.  Well, anyway, we have a little problem.  He has started wearing girls’ clothes at home, and painting his nails.  Obviously he’s not going to come into school in a skirt, but I think he’d like to keep his nail polish on at least, just to make himself feel comfortable – I guess to hang onto a little reminder of his real self.  I know the younger children aren’t allowed any makeup.  I was wondering if you have any suggestions.”
“Hmm.  Let me think.  It would be difficult for me to make an exception.  But I may have an idea.  Can I call you back shortly?”
Fifteen minutes later Miss Williams was back.
“I’ve just spoken to Deirdre O’Connor, our drama teacher.  Do you know we’re putting on a modern version of Romeo and Juliet at the end of term?  Well we are.  And Deirdre’s auditioning for actors this week.  Now, in the best traditions of Shakespearian theatre, we’re quite happy – indeed quite eager – that Juliet should be played by a boy.  If Paul would like to put himself forward for the part, I could announce in morning assembly tomorrow that, in support of the auditions, for the coming week all boys auditioning were allowed to wear female dress and make-up.  What do you think?”
“That’s a very ingenious solution.  Perhaps he would like to wear a skirt after all!”
“Well now he can, if he wishes.  I’ll post the announcement on the school website today.  I’ll be interested to see which students take up the offer.  I can think of several likely candidates!”
And so the little problem was resolved.  Mrs Adams immediately telephoned Emilia, and was surprised at how excited she seemed by the news.
“Oh, that’s wonderful news, Anne-Marie!  He’ll be so relieved.  And he can wear a skirt too, you say?  Shall I ask him?  Great!  I’ll see you later.  Yes, he’s having great fun.  They’re splashing about like a school of dolphins!  OK, see you!”
The other children were all in the sea now.  She turned to Imelda. 
“Did you get that?  Miss Williams has said any boys auditioning for the part of Juliet in the end of term play are allowed to dress as girls for the whole week!”
“Wow.  This is a great opportunity.  And we’ve already got a uniform for him.  He’s going to be so happy!”

They stayed at the beach until the sun was setting.  Then they trooped off back to the car park, tired but elated.  Even Tabitha was in a good mood, turning over in her mind fantastic plans for the total humiliation of her rival.  Emilia and Imelda said nothing about school to Paul until Christopher and the girls had been dropped off.  Then Imelda asked her mother if Paul could stay with her and Emilia for supper.
“Of course, dear.  Why don’t you all go upstairs and I’ll call you when the food’s ready.”
The girls led Paul up to the bedroom.
“We have a little surprise for you, Paul,” began Emilia.  “Your mum has solved the problem of your nail polish.  How would you like to play Juliet in the end of term play?”
“Play Juliet?  Why?”
Imelda had been at her laptop, logging onto the Brook Lane website.
“Here you are.  Look at this!”
Paul peered at the screen.  “Breaking News!” he read.  “Miss Williams has announced that all boys auditioning for the role of Juliet in the end of term play, are allowed and encouraged to dress as girls for the duration of the coming week.  They will also be allowed makeup – in moderation, please.  This will assist Miss O’Connor in selecting those most suitable for the role.  As Miss O’Connor explained at the beginning of term, in Shakespeare’s time it was usual for female parts to be played by male actors, and, for the sake of authenticity, she would like to reinstate the tradition for this performance.  Miss Williams would like to remind all other students that any behaviour which may be considered bullying, or indeed any kind of ridicule, will, as always, be punished severely.”
“See Paul?” said Emilia.  “You could wear the girl’s uniform for the whole week if you want.  And you no longer have to worry about your nail polish.  It’s all down to your mum!”
“Why not?” said Imelda, encouragingly.  “I did the alterations it needed, and I even picked you up a pair of proper school shoes, so you’re ready to go.”
The girls were not sure Paul was ready to take such a step, even when it had been sanctioned by the head.  They were half expecting him to refuse point blank, and both were considering possible methods of ‘persuasion’. But, somewhat to their surprise, he acceded willingly.
“Wow!  Could I really wear the uniform?  That would be so cool!”
Emilia and Imelda looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
“Of course you can, darling,” exclaimed Emilia.
“And do you think….do you think…”
“Yes?”
“Do you think I could try a little….makeup as well?”  He looked up sheepishly at the girls.  Emilia was unable to prevent herself grabbing him and giving him a huge hug.
“Of course, sweetie!  We’ll help you with it, won’t we, Mel?”
“We sure will.  Why don’t you come here early tomorrow, before school, and we’ll get you all dolled up….I mean, sorted out.”
“Would you?  Thank you so much!”
“Or if you like, and if your mum agrees, you could stay here tonight.”
“Really?  Thank you, Mel!.  Is that OK with your mum, though?”
“Oh, she’s cool about my friends staying over.”
“I’ll ring my mum, then.”

Of course, Mrs Adams had no objections, especially when she heard about his plans for the next day.
“Oh, that’s so sweet of the girls to help you, dear.  I’m sure you’ll be the best looking of the lot.  I hope you get the part.”
“Oh.  I wasn’t even seriously thinking about that.  But I suppose I could, couldn’t I?”
“Certainly.  It’s all in modern dress.  I don’t know exactly what you’d have to wear, but I’m sure it would be something nice.”
“Do you think so?  I’ll ask Miss O’Connor when I go for my audition.”
After supper the three friends returned to Imelda’s room.  Emilia often stayed, and if there was another guest she’d sleep in the double bed with Imelda.  So Paul got to have the single near the window.
Before they settled down for the night, Imelda took out the school uniform and folded it on a chair, hanging the jacket over the back. 
“Do you have some clean panties, darling?” she asked.
“In my rucksack.”
Imelda rummaged around and pulled out a drawstring bag.  Inside were two packs of panties, his unicorn ones, open, and another one.”
“Oh.  I’ve never seen these before.  Have you, Em?”
“No, I haven’t.  Where did they come from, Paul?”
“Oh,” replied Paul, blushing deeply, “I bought them, actually.  I thought…you know, that I should really have some more, sort of, just in case.”  He had been so excited about Tuesday that he’d completely forgotten about the new pack he’d bought secretly.  Now he’d been found out.  He dropped his gaze, cheeks burning.
“Of course.  Very good idea,” returned Emilia, seriously, winking at Imelda.  “Hmm.  Bright scarlet, eh?  I think it has to be these.  They’ll look so nice with the grey skirt.”
“Well OK, Em,” said Paul, a little relieved not to be teased, “but no-one’s going to see them, anyway.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” murmured Imelda in Emilia’s ear.  Then, to Paul, “Well, we should all get an early night."

Paul lay on his bed hardly able to sleep that night.  But the next thing he knew, the sun was streaming through the window.  He was fully awake in a moment.  It was early, and the girls were still asleep.  Quietly, he crept out of bed and went to examine the uniform.  It looked so smart and clean compared with his own.  Clearly it had been well looked after, and it smelt as if it had recently come back from the cleaners.  Beneath the chair were a pair of shiny patent leather school shoes.  He couldn’t wait to put everything on.  Something indefinable inside yearned to be able to dress in smart, pretty clothes, to feel attractive and confident – just like a real girl.  Then he heard the others stirring, so he slipped back into bed and pretended to be still asleep, all the while peering at his uniform through narrowed eyes, and buzzing with anticipation.   

[Sandra B]

 Chapter 22.  Celebrity.

The girls were not long in waking.  They were looking forward to their mission.  Emilia sat up in bed and yawned.
“Paul?  Are you awake?  Good morning, darling.  Are you all ready for your first schoolday as a girl?”
Paul nodded sleepily.
“Why don’t you go and shower, put your knickers on, and come back.  Then Mel and me will get to work.”
“OK, Em.”
“Take your time - and don’t forget to use conditioner on your hair!” she called as he left the room.  Paul had a long shower, and emerged smelling sweet and fresh.  He dried himself thoroughly, and slipped into his new scarlet panties.  When he got back the girls were dressed, and there was a chair placed in the middle of the room, facing the window.
“Come and sit down here,” said Imelda.
She tied a towel around his neck, and they got to work.  While Emilia brushed and combed out his hair into two tight bunches, and secured them with scarlet ribbons, Imelda refreshed his nail polish.  Then Emilia carefully painted his lips with red lip gloss, a process which for some reason made Paul tingle all over.  She instructed him to keep his mouth open until it dried.  He sat there like a little fish, making both the girls smile.  Finally came a subtle amount of grey eye shadow, a touch of mascara, and a little puff of glitter, leaving him with faintly sparkly cheeks.  They stood back to admire their work.
“Phew.  Paul, darling, you look stunning!” gasped Imelda.
“Good enough to eat,” smiled Emilia.  “But seriously, you do look amazing.  Let’s get you dressed and take you downstairs.  I’ll be fascinated to see what Mrs Vincent thinks.”
They helped Paul into his new school clothes.  White blouse with striped school tie; little grey pleated skirt, which felt to him a lot shorter than before; white socks and shiny black shoes.
“I think we’ll leave your choker off today,” said Mel.  “That’d be pushing it a bit far.  As you stand, you’re quite within Miss Williams’s parameters.”
“My skirt seems a bit short,” said Paul, uneasily.  “Much shorter than it was.”
“Yes, I altered it as I said I would.  But it’s fine.  Just don’t go jumping about too much in the playground.”
After giving him a couple of squirts of perfume, they led Paul downstairs.  Mrs Vincent was busy in the kitchen.
“Hi, mum.  Good morning.”  Imelda’s mother turned to them.
“Good morn…” Her voice trailed off, and her eyes widened.  “Oh my goodness!  Paul?”
He nodded, shyly.
“You…you’re beautiful!  I mean, you look amazing!”
“Do you think he’ll get the part of Juliet in the school play, mum?”
“I don’t know about that, but I can tell you, the boys are going to falling over themselves!  Oh, sorry Paul, I didn’t mean to…”
“That’s OK, Mrs Vincent.  I don’t really care how anyone reacts.  I’m just doing what Miss Williams suggested.  I’m sure I won’t be the only one.”
“I hope not.  Anyway, come and have some breakfast.  Would you guys like a lift today?  I’m on my way to see Moira anyway.”  (Moira was Mrs Vincent’s best friend.)
“Thanks, mum.  Yeah, that’d be great.”

Mrs Vincent dropped them off at the school gates.  It was ten to nine, so the playground was already full.  They piled out and waved goodbye as she drove off.  They stood preparing to cross the road, waiting for the lollipop lady.  There was quite a breeze, and immediately Paul felt his skirt blowing up, flashing those scarlet panties at everyone around!  He tried to hold it down, but without much success:  when he held the front, the back blew up; when he held the back, the front blew up, which was even worse; and when he held the sides, the front and the back blew up!  He could see that a bunch of kids on the school side of the road were already staring and pointing.  He began to doubt whether this had been such a good idea after all.  As they crossed the road the eyes of the lollipop lady followed him, and as they passed her they heard her tut tutting, as if to say, “girls today! I don’t know what things are coming to!”  As they entered the school gates, Imelda and Emilia walked either side of him, protectively.  To his horror, he saw Mikey and Josh not ten metres away, goggling with disbelief.  He felt his cheeks burning, and tears began to form in his eyes.  He steeled himself for the jibes.  But they never came.
His two friends approached, gingerly. 
“Paul?” said Mikey, eyes nearly falling out of his head, “Is that you?”
“Yeah,” replied Paul, defensively, “so what?  I’m auditioning, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, course.  You look amazing!”
“Do you think so?”
“Yeah,” said Josh, “you look fantastic.  Who did your makeup?”
“Oh.”  Paul was taken aback.  “Oh.  It was Em and Mel, here.  They helped with everything.”
The boys continued to stare at him, lost for words.  Paul saw that dangerous doe-eyed look creeping over Mikey’s ugly face.  Josh’s mouth was still open, but no words came out.
“Er, wanna come play with us before the bell?” asked Mikey.  “We’ll, like, look after you, just in case…”
“Yeah, Paul,” added Josh, finding his voice.  “You can be, like, a famous actor…”  “actress,” corrected Mikey, “…actress, and we can be your bodyguards.”
“Sure,” laughed Paul, relief flooding through him, “why not?  See you later, Em, Mel.”
And off he went into the melee, leaving Emilia and Imelda looking at each other with big grins on their faces.
“Your mum was right, Mel!  No-one is proof against his charms!”

There was a few other boys in vaguely female dress, but none to match Paul.  He was the centre of attention as the children made their way to their classrooms.  Everyone wanted to be his friend, and be near him, boys and girls alike.  There were only three individuals who were obviously unhappy about the matter.  Tabitha was one.  She now not only had Christopher as her rival, but the majority of Brook Lane School.  She was fuming, the more so as today he looked more gorgeous than ever.  The other two were the two swots from year two, Rhianna and Denise.  In fact, they had spent the whole weekend plotting.  They had had the photographs they had taken at the mall enlarged, and were planning to confront him with them.  They hadn’t quite decided whether it was going to be blackmail or immediate humiliation.  They were going to play it by ear.  But now the ground had been cut from beneath their feet.  They tried showing the photos to one of their cronies, but the only reaction they got was, “yeah, he’s so pretty, isn’t he?”  Even Paul’s form teacher, Miss Alexander, who was very susceptible to childish beauty, couldn’t take her eyes off him, and hoped he might decide to transition permanently.  When he went at lunchtime to sign up for an audition with Miss O’Connor, she told him there was nothing available until Friday – which was a lie, but she was hoping it would keep him in girl’s clothes for the whole week.  But that was his intention anyway.
 
He had never been so popular.  The girls were desperate to have such a pretty companion, and most of the boys had fallen in love with him.  His male peers were at that stage before sexual love has been awakened, when their instincts are to run with their own gender, and girls are regarded as a separate species with a faintly magical, somewhat daunting, and largely inexplicable magnetism.  In Paul they were presented with the best of both worlds: he was one of them, so approachable and sympathetic, yet with all those mystic charms of the opposite sex in abundance.  The occasional glimpses of scarlet satin his little skirt afforded his admirers, only served to give him an extra piquancy in their eyes. 
On the second day, the Wednesday, it was noticeable that a significant number of the boys had decided to emulate Paul, taking him as their inspiration and pattern.  Sisters’ skirts were borrowed, altered or not, and various versions of the School’s uniform were on display.  Others opted for mini-dresses, hot pants, or flowing gowns.  The playground looked like a fancy dress competition, or a cosplay convention.  Miss Williams had her misgivings, but as everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely, and even the parents were vying with each other in an attempt to have their child outdo the others, that she let it go.  It was a short week, in any case.  Deirdre O’Connor had more auditions than she could deal with, as was forced to call in the English teacher to help.  But the outcome was really never in doubt, and Paul’s performance on the Friday sealed his success.  He entered into the part with such consummate ease, Miss O’Connor realised that he would have succeeded even had he not been the prettiest kid in the school.  For his part, Paul was wondering what would become of him after the dispensation lapsed.  He had had the best week of his life, and the two friends who had ridiculed him a few weeks ago were now as tame as lapdogs!
But on that Friday he came to the realisation that he’d hardly seen Emilia or Imelda all the week.  He’d been so taken up with his social success that he felt he’d neglected them. His mother had helped him with his clothes and makeup, with such an easy and matter-of-fact demeanour that his relationship with her had reached a new and much happier phase.  So he sought out Emilia in the playground Friday lunchtime.
“Hi Em.  Haven’t seen you all week.  How are things?  You know I got the part this morning.”
“I heard.  Congratulations.  Yes, I’m sorry.  Me and Mel have been preparing for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes.  You haven’t forgotten?  Christopher’s initiation.”
“Oh, of course.  What do you have planned?”
“Oh, you’ll see!  It’ll be a surprise.  Especially for him!”

[babycakes]

Thank you so much for an amazingly exciting and yet tender and sweet story, Sandra B.  At the beginning I was expecting a classic forced feminization and humiliation story but the story has matured into something much deeper and richer.  Em and Mel are actually helping Paul find himself, of course not without some wrenching embarrassment and angst as can be true in life, but also apparently now turning their skills to Christopher who hopefully also enjoys his feminine experience.  Well done and looking forward to more.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 23.  The Bunny Club.

While Paul had been revelling in his celebrity, but best of all his acceptance as a girl, Emilia and Imelda had been busy.  They had a secret meeting with the three younger girls that Friday evening, to which Paul was not invited.  Imelda opened proceedings.
“Girls, thank you for coming.  I’ve called this meeting for two reasons.  First, we need to decide the name of our club.  And second, and more important, we must address the matter of Christopher’s initiation tomorrow.  Now, as to the club.  Rosalind has suggested we call ourselves, “Only Girls”.  Thank you, Rosalind.  There have been other suggestions, and I admit I couldn’t think of anything suitable and punchy, till I was in a charity shop this morning looking for girls’ clothes we could utilise.  And then I came across this.”
She held up a little pastel blue crop top.  On the front there was an embroidered picture of a pink rabbit’s face.  Underneath were the words, “BUNNY CLUB”.
“What do you think?”
“That’s perfect!” exclaimed Marcia.
“Yes,” added Tabitha, “and I like it that’s the top is blue like it’s a boy’s, and the pink rabbit is going to magic him into a girl!”
There was general agreement that this was the best name.
“And I’ve discovered a place online where they will make badges and patches to order.  I’m going to get some little lapel badges with just the pink rabbit face for us to wear.  It’ll be like a secret society.  Only we will know what they signify.”
“Can you get some patches too,” asked Rosalind, “so we can sew them onto our clothes?”
“Yes, I’m going to, Ros.  I’ll get enough for all of us, and a few extra for any additional future members!”
“What’s going to happen to the shirt?” asked Tabitha.
“Well, Tabby,” said Emilia, “we had an idea about that.  Which brings us on to the matter of Christopher.  We think that all prospective male members of the Bunny Club should undergo a baby girl initiation.  Then they can move on to being little girls, who we can boss about, and finally, if they pass all their tests, they can be as grown up as you three.”
“Yes,” said Tabitha, determinedly, “that’s definitely what should happen to them.  And some of them won't even get past being babies, or silly little girls!”
“I agree,” added Marcia, “Paul showed what a perfect girl he is.  But I bet a lot of boys will never grow up into proper girls, and we’ll have to keep them as babies or infants for ever!”
“And put them in playpens and make them wear nappies and plastic pants all the time!” laughed Rosalind.
“Or dress them as little girls and invite their friends round to see them!” put in Marcia, excitedly.
“Yes!” cried Tabitha.  “And teach them to hold hands and lisp and dance like proper sissies and make them wear sparkly tops and frilly panties with too short skirts and then parade them in the mall where everyone will get to see them and they’ll be laughed at till they die of embarrassment!”
“Yes! And…” began Marcia, but Imelda held up an admonitory finger.
“Girls, girls!  Let’s not get beyond ourselves.  That may all be in the future, but for now it is Christopher we are concerned with.  Now, Emilia has something to say.  Em?”
“Yes.  I was walking by the chemist in the week – you know, the one where you got all that stuff for Paul – and I saw outside they have an ‘A’ board chained to the wall with a big notice on it, which says something like, “We now stock a huge range of baby accessories, including monitors and alarms.”  I went in and spoke to the manager, Patricia.  She remembered you lot very well.  I told her we had another baby who would need some equipment, and we got to talking, and, well, the upshot was, we worked out a little scheme which would be helpful and entertaining to both of us.”
Emilia smiled at Imelda.  "Do you think they’ll like it?”  Imelda shrugged her shoulders.
“Tell us, tell us!” shouted the girls.
“Well, this is our idea,” continued Emilia, “Christopher will be here at nine tomorrow, if he keeps his word, which I think he will.  The first thing we do is get him to have a shower.  Have you noticed his hair?  It’s quite blond, quite long, and a bit curly.  We’re going to make it properly curly.  We’re going to get out the curling tongs and give him as many ringlets as we can.  Make him as pretty as possible.”
“Ha ha,” laughed Tabitha, “yes, please.  I want to see that!”
“Then we’re going to get him ready.  You three shouldn’t arrive till, say, ten-thirty.”
“Ooh!  Why?” whined Rosalind.
“Because if you’re around, he’s going to be a lot more difficult to manage.  If it’s just me and Mel he’ll be too intimidated to resist.  This is how we’re going to dress him.  A nice puffy pull-up, plastic pants, and the Bunny Club top.  Oh, and Mel’s got him a little choker, like Paul’s, but with a ‘C’ instead of a ‘P’.  Then short pink socks and pink trainers.  By the time we’ve finished he’s going to be totally malleable.”
“What does that mean?” asked Rosalind.
“It means, darling, that he’ll do pretty much anything he’s told to.”
“Oh.  Good.  Then what?”
“Then….then…well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait and see, darlings.  But it’ll be fun, I can guarantee that!”

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Very nice story.  Would be cool having Paul be a baby girl with Chris so it makes it easier for Chris.