Chapter 72. An Old Friend.
Nikki was technically next on the list, but she politely offered to go last, and so Jennifer was next in line. Philip was not yet fully recovered, but with the help of Nikki and Freida paying some attention to his breasts, he was soon erect again, and she was able to have her turn. The spaces between milking became longer as the evening wore on, and when eventually Nikki took him in hand, the condom was disappointingly light. But they had achieved their purpose, and for the time being at least, even Desdemona’s provocation couldn’t produce any sort of response. Nikki regarded the exhausted boy with satisfaction.
“Time for phase two. Pass me the device, Jenny.”
Jennifer took a little box from the chest and, opening the lid, held it out for Nikki. Nikki extracted the chastity device – a little curved plastic tube attached to a plastic ring. Philip was even too worn out to resist, not that he could have. She fitted the ring around the base of his member, behind his balls, worked the tube into place, though it was a tight fit, and locked it on with a little silver key.
“There all done. We can release you now.”
Freida cut the ties. Philip crawled off the board, staggered to his bed, and sat down. He looked down at his new appendage, and tugged at it gingerly.
“No…” he groaned, “it’s not fair. How long have I got wear this thing?”
“As long as we think fit,” replied Nikki. I have the only key, and it will be hidden. If you escape, you will never get it off, so it’s no longer necessary to chain you up or lock the door. If you want to go, you may. Be our guest. But if you want eventual release, then I suggest you stay and cooperate in your training.”
“What training?”
“We’re going to teach you to be a good little girl. If you learn your lessons, show respect and obedience, at the end of your course you will be a much nicer and happier child.”
“Why…why are you doing this?”
“It’s for your own good, Philip. If you want to be a nicely-behaved little girl, you need to get your mind off sex for a while. Each day you will study in the mornings and for an hour or two after lunch, then training begins. Your clothes will be laid out for you every morning. At night you will wear a pull up and plastic pants. The device will serve to remind you of your new status as a female. From now on you will be addressed as Philippa, and you will respond submissively. Now, here’s your pull-up, and your pants.” She tossed them onto the bed. “Freida will take off your collar and leotard and the rest and help you put them on.”
Philip was about to protest, but he could see from their faces they meant business, so he thought better of it. He would go to bed and review his options. That was a much cleverer idea. So he did as he was bid. Desdemona stripped off his fairy clothes. He no longer had any reason to be embarrassed. He obediently stepped into his pull-up and pink plastic pants.
“There’s a pacifier attached to your pillow, Philippa. It will help you go to sleep,” said Desdemona. What with the device and the thick pull-up he just felt numb between his legs. It really was as though he had been deprived of his manhood. He was exhausted too.
“You look tired.”
“I am. I’m going to go to bed and sleep.”
“Fine. But before you do, you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?” Rebecca, he thought.
Nikki opened the door, and in walked….Sally Buttons!
“Watcha, Philip…oops, Philippa, I mean. ‘Ow is yer?”
“Sally! What are you doing here?”
“I bin called in, ain’t I? ‘Mergency job. You’re lookin’ well. Those little boobies….quite the young lady, ain’t we?”
Philip looked alarmed.
“Don’t panic,” said Nikki. “I asked Sally to do your hair, that’s all. That little pageboy, cute as it is, is inappropriate for your new persona.”
“Yeah. I got you a nice new ‘airpiece, Phil. Just the job for a baby girl.”
“What?”
“Look at this. Whad’yer fink? Touch of the Shirley Temples, innit?”
Sally produced from her bag a wig covered with golden ringlets. She held it up on the fingers of one hand.
“Bootifil, innit? Now I ain’t got all night, so where we going to do this?”
“Let’s go inside,” said Jennifer. She took Philip’s hand and led him into the house. Her mother was in the kitchen cutting up vegetables.
“Philip! How nice to see you.” She took in his plastic pants. “Oh, that’s…a new look…” She looked bemused, and glanced at Jennifer for enlightenment.
“He’s branching out, mum. Trying the baby look.” This was said in a tone that could have been joking, but also could have been serious. “My friend Sally’s come over to do his hair. Can we use the bathroom?”
Philip turned red. “Hi Sam. It’s not like that…just for a play we’re doing at school…”
“Oh, I see. That explains it…” But she didn’t look convinced. “Yes, help yourselves. You’re so versatile, Philip. You should be on the stage.”
Jennifer laughed. “Yes, Philippa, you should be! We’ll work on that.”
They crowded into the bathroom. Sally sat Philip on the bathroom chair, and got to work, spraying his head with some liquid and easing off the wig he had been wearing for weeks. His real hair had grown quite a lot, and she had to shave his head again. Once she had dried him thoroughly, she applied the glue – “This is new, Philippa. Much stronger than the stuff what I used before. ‘Ope you won’t be wantin’ to change your look again in the near future!”
Philip’s heart sank. He stared in the mirror as the new hairpiece was pressed onto his head. The mass of ringlets fell about his ears, toppled over his eyes, and tickled the back of his neck. Once she was satisfied, Sally packed away her equipment and prepared to leave.
“Must rush, girls. You got my number, Nikki, if you want anyfing else. Bye Philip” – she planted a wet kiss on his cheek – “an’ cheer up, darlin’! Them curls go lovely wiv yer big brown eyes!”
They trooped back downstairs. Jennifer let Sally out of the front door. The others made their way back through the kitchen. Samantha gaped at Philip’s new look. “Goodness! Goodness me!” was all she managed to get out. Then they were back in the lair. Philip was so tired he couldn’t even feel anxious. He climbed straight into his little bed, put his head on the pillow, and, he didn’t know quite why, put the pacifier in his mouth. The girls cooed with delight, and then crept out, leaving their new baby to her sweet baby dreams.
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