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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #238 on: September 29, 2021, 05:46:37 PM »
More great writing really looking forward to next chapter, hopefully soon


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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #239 on: September 30, 2021, 06:02:41 AM »
Thanks, Paddybaby - I really appreciate your support.  Further chapters will follow in a week or so.
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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #240 on: October 07, 2021, 11:49:49 AM »
Chapter 137.  A Phone Call. 

Philip and Matthew sat in the pub till closing time, drinking beer and talking.  Finally relieved of their babyish gags, they gabbled away happily, overflowing with thoughts they’d been unable to express and revelling in their renewed companionship.  But as the time to leave drew nearer, Philip became more serious. 
“I never asked Dana when we were going to get our phones back.  I need to talk to Rebecca, find out what’s going on.  Whenever I ask I’m always told, “she’s fine - she sends her love”.  But I need to speak to her.”
“We won’t get those back till this is all over.  They told us that at the beginning.  Use a phone box, maybe?”
“None working.  I was checking all the way here.  Know what?  I’m going to ask that guy over there.  I think I know him vaguely.  Seen him around, anyway.”
He went over.
“’Scuse me mate.  Any chance I could make a quick call on your phone?  I’ve lost mine and I need to let my girlfriend know…”
“I know you, don’t I?  What’s your name?”
“Philip.”
“Yeah.  I’m Wayne.  Seen you ‘round.  Aren’t you that guy who went to Car…”  But seeing his mates looking curiously at Philip, he broke off.  “Sure.  Here you go.”
“Only be a minute.  Thanks, Wayne.”
He returned to his table, dialling Rebecca’s number as he went.
“Hello?  It’s me.  I’m fine.  We’re fine.  How are you?.....Yeah, me too.  I can’t wait to see you again.  Do you still…?  Yeah, me too.  Love you very much, Becca.  Wish I could see you, but….  Oh, you know.  That’s right.  I see.  So they keep you fully informed.  I didn’t realise, I…  You have?  What news?  Good or bad?  Oh, well that’s a relief.  So tell me what it is.  Why not?  You always did like making me wait, bitch!  There’s something else I’m waiting for, too.  Matthew?  What’s he…?  No I don’t!   How could you suggest…?  Oh.  Oh.  Well, I was lonely.  You would have done the same.  Cheeky cow!  Keep your hands off him!”  He laughed and winked at Matthew.  Anyway, listen.  I have to go.  Borrowed this phone from a guy in the pub.  Yeah.  Love you so much, darling.  Yeah.  Yeah, me too.  Bye…  Bye.”
“What was that she said?”
“Oh, nothing much.  Just that she wouldn’t mind having sex with you herself.  Don’t even think about it, Matty….”
He returned the phone.  They finished their drinks slowly.  Philip felt much better now he’d spoken to Rebecca.  Ready for anything, in fact.
“So this place they’re sending us to,” began Matthew, “what do you know about it?”
“Nothing at all.  I met the principal once, at my aunt’s, that’s all.”
“What was she like?”
“Actually, she seemed okay.  Youngish…quite fun.  I think it’ll be all right.”
“Jessica something, yeah?”
“That’s what Dana said.  I thought it was Jill or something, but it was a long time back.”
“Same name as my mum.  She must be all right.”
“You’re joking, of course.  After what your mum let you in for?”
“I guess…  But I like my mum…”
“Yeah….”  Philip looked far away for a minute.  Then he brought himself back to the present.  “You know, I don’t really mind going off to this other place now.  I’ve sort of been missing the girlie stuff.”
“Me too.  I mean, on you.”
“Wonder if we’ll get to choose our own outfits…?”
“Hope I get to choose yours,” murmured Matthew, under his breath.

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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #241 on: October 07, 2021, 12:01:55 PM »
Chapter 138.  W.I.M.P.S.

The boys’ temporary revisiting of normality came to an abrupt end at seven the following morning, when Kimona and company were despatched to their bedroom with instructions to wake them.  This task was achieved by the simple of expedient of jumping on the bed whilst screaming exhortations to get up, though not without reciprocal and less polite responses.  Half an hour later they were sitting in the kitchen, bleary-eyed, drinking coffee, fending off enquiries from their erstwhile tormentors.
“Where are you going, Philip?  Why aren’t you babies any more?  Aren’t you going to be babies?  Boring.  Mummy, why aren’t they babies?  That was fun.”
“Yes, it was,” whined Dorelia.  “And we only got to change them properly once.  Why can’t they?  Have they been bad?”
“Don’t be silly, Dorry!  They were made into babies cos they were bad,” corrected Kimona, then added, after a moment’s thought, “and they’re always going to be bad, so I think they should be babies forever!”
“Well darling,” soothed Dana, “you know we can’t keep them as babies forever.  For one thing, it’s too much work.”
“We’d look after them,” cried Lucy.
“I’m sure you would, dear.  But don’t be sad – you’ll still be able to play with them.  We’re sending them both for siss…er, I mean girly training.  They’re going to a special place where naughty big boys go to learn how to behave like well-manned young ladies.”
“Ooh.  Does that mean Philip will have to wear his fairy dress again?”
Philip closed his eyes in despair.  Matthew glanced at him with an expression of questioning interest.
“Oh, I’m sure he will, darling,” smiled Toni.  “He looked so sweet in it, didn’t he?”
Philip interrupted, desperate to change the subject.
“So what’s the plan Dana?”
“We’re leaving at nine-thirty.  We’re going to take you to Westonbrook, turn straight round and come back.  We’re taking the girls to Legoland today.  Jessica’s waiting for you.  You’ll be in good hands.  We’ll come to see you in a few days.”
“Can we come with you, mummy?  To Western…wherever it is.  We’ll be good!”
“Yes, can we?” said Dorelia.
“’Fraid not, girls,” said Jess, firmly.  We’re only taking one car, and all we’re doing is dropping them off.”
“Ohhh…”
“Don’t worry.  You’ll see them soon enough.  Just think how glamorous they’re going to be!  So you can say your goodbyes here.  Now make sure you’ve had enough breakfast, because we won’t be eating again till this afternoon.”

At nine-thirty the boys received affectionate farewells from the four girls.  They had had cereal with milk and honey for breakfast, so the boys’ cheeks were soon sticky and smelling of sweet milk from their kisses.  As Kimona hugged Philip, she whispered in his ear, “don’t forget.  Ask if you can wear a fairy dress, won’t you?  See if they have a pretty sparkly one!  Promise?”
“I promise, Kim,” sighed Philip. 
“And wear it for me when I come to visit.”
“If they have one, I will.  I promise.”
“Bye bye, Philip.  I love you.  Have a nice time at…West-on-Books…”

The boys were mainly silent during the drive.  Westonbrook was not that different from how they had imagined.  It had been a Victorian primary school – red brick with little stone spires, behind a thick red brick wall pierced with one black iron gate, with a playground in front of the building.  Standing on the front steps was a woman Philip didn’t recognise. 
“That’s not her!” whispered Philip.
She was wearing an old-fashioned black serge suit which came nearly to her ankles, and an expression of implacable disapproval.  Her grey-streaked hair was scraped back and tied in a bun.  She had her hands clasped before her, in a sort of I’ve-already-made-up-my-mind-about-you-two gesture. The omens did not feel good.  They clambered reluctantly out of the car.  Dana exchanged a few words with the woman, and, with a wink and a wave, was gone.  She surveyed her new charges with something verging on disgust.
“I am Jessica Greystone, the principal of this establishment.  And you are?”
“Er, I’m Philip, and this is Matthew…”
“Yes.  You will address me as “miss”, always, or “Miss Greystone”.  Is that understood?”
“Er, yes, of course…miss.  You’re not the lady I met at my aunt’s….”
“No.  Jill Manchester has left.  I have taken over.”
“Ah…I see…yes, it was Jill…that’s right…she was younger than you….”
That was a mistake.
“No doubt she was.  She was also rather easy-going, which I am not.  Now, you need to get out of those clothes.  We do not allow males in male clothing anywhere on the grounds.  Inside, at once.”
She shepherded them through the oak door into a gloomy corridor.
“Miss Beatson!  They’re here.  Please deal with them at once.  I’ll see them in my study at the end of lunch.”
“Yes Miss Greystone.  This way, you two.  Quickly!”
She marched down the corridor, heels clicking threateningly on the old floorboards.  She opened a door.
“Shoes off!  Socks too.  Now!”
They struggled with their shoes and socks. Her tone was of a kind that demanded obedience.  She ushered them in.  They found themselves in a room which could not have been less like the corridor they had just left.  The first thing they noticed was the soft carpet under their bare feet – fluffy and pink.  The ceiling white, studded with bright downlights.  A large, long room, with two doors in each of the side and end walls.  Between the doors, tall cupboards – wardrobes!  Philip could see dresses peeping out of an open door.  In the middle of the room, a long cabinet, with drawers all around, and three stools.  On the top, two sewing machines, measuring tapes, ribbons, threads – everything for dressmaking.  The boys goggled.  But the biggest surprise of all was still to come.  One of the side doors quietly opened, and Philip was assailed by a familiar voice.
“’Allo, darlin’!  ‘Ow is yer, then?
For a split second he thought it might be Rebecca.  He wheeled round.  Sally Buttons!  Grinning all over her cheeky face.
“I ‘ear you an’ ‘im’s bin in nursery for a while.  Well. Welcome back to the grown-up world!”
She threw her arms round Philip, enveloping him in a suffocating cloud of ‘Coup de Nouveau’ perfume – her favourite – and planting a violent kiss on his cheek.  Matthew, startled, took a step back.
“S-Sally!” gasped Philip.  “How lovely to see you again!  What are you doing here?”
“Workin’, silly.  Button’s Beauticians at yer service.  Come in once a week to sort out Miss Greystone’s boys and make ‘em presentable.  When I ‘eard you was comin’, I changed my schedule so I could be ‘ere to meet yer.”
Philip was dumbfounded.
“Well?  Ain’t you gonna introduce me?”
“Oh, yes, course.  Matthew, this is Sally.  Sally is a makeup…”
“Artist,” inserted Sally.  “And in ‘ere, it’s Miss Buttons, I’m afraid.”
“Oh.  Sorry…Miss Buttons.  Yes.  Er, makeup artist…yeah.  She…er…helped me with…you know…when I was…”
“When ‘e was just startin’ out.  ‘E was ‘alf way there already, with ‘is pretty face and ‘is little titties.  I ‘ope you’re going to be as easy, Maffew.”
“M-me?” stammered Matthew, at something of a loss.
“In course!  Why else is you ‘ere?  You’re both gonna get the best I can give yer!”
Miss Beatson looked on with a grim smile.
“Betty?  I got everyfing I need.  Do you wanna come back just before lunch, an’ I’ll ‘ave ‘em all ready for yer.  Like we discussed, right?”
“Perfect, Sally.  Boys, you do just what Miss Buttons tells you, is that clear?  And by the way, while you’re here it’s Philippa and Matilda, right?  I’ll see you later.”
Miss Beatson exchanged a wink with Sally, and withdrew.  Sally looked Philip and Matthew up and down. 
“I fink you’ve grown, Philippa.  Matilda, you’re nearly as big.  Not so cute, mind.  You’re gonna take a little bit of work.  Right, into the shower – that door – there are towels and everyfing in there – and chuck yer cloves out after you’re undressed.  Off you go then!”

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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #242 on: October 07, 2021, 12:11:02 PM »
Chapter 139.  Down the Rabbit Hole.

Sally collected up the boys’ clothes in a big black plastic sack.  She threw in their shoes and socks, tied it up, and dumped it outside the door.  Then she busied herself laying out a selection of new clothes on the central counter.  After a few minutes Philip opened the shower-room door a crack and called softly,
“Sal…I mean, Miss Buttons?  We’re all dry now, but we’ve got no clothes…”
“Pink or yellow?”
“Sorry?”
“Pink panties or yellow panties?”
No-one replied.  Sally sighed.
“All right.  If you can’t decide, I’ll have to do it for you.  Here, take them.” she handed the panties to Philip.  “Philippa, you’re pink.  Matilda, yellow.  Get them on and get out here quickly.  We’ve got a lot to do.”
Philip closed the door and handed the yellow panties to Matthew, who was now looking distinctly anxious.
“Put them on.  We’ll just have to play it by ear.”
They weren’t standard wispy girls’ panties, but made of heavy-duty spandex with a panel at the front designed to flatten and conceal – as much as possible - evidence of masculinity.  They were, however, furnished with rather pretty frills at the legs , matching the panties but rather brighter.  As the boys stepped shyly out of the shower-room, they were aware of these frills rustling against each other as they walked.
“There.  They fit very well, don’t they?  Now let me explain what’s gonna ‘appen today, guys – I mean, girls.  I’m gonna dress you this morning, you’ll have lunch, and then you’ll see Miss Greystone in ‘er office, an’ get the obligatory pep talk.  But this afternoon you’re gonna come back ‘ere, and me and Betty – Miss Beatson – we’re gonna sort out your body ‘air  an’ stuff, so you’re nice and smooth.”
“What?  Shave us?” groaned Matthew.
“No, no, silly!  Nuffink like that.  I got some special cream that’ll take it all off easy.  May take an hour, mind.  But it’ll take a long time to grow back – if ever.”  (Here Matthew’s mouth fell open in horror.)  “Then you can dress again, an’ I’ll do your makeup.  This evening, after supper, Miss Beatson will show you to your room.  You’ll find everyfing you need there, and clothes for every occasion.  I hope they fit – Mrs Williams kindly gave us all your measurements, but if there’s any problems we can easily do the alterations.
“We’ll be together, then,” said Philip, relieved.
“Oh yes, you’ll be together.  You two – and I think there’s one other new trainee, too.  But he’s not due till tomorrow.  Now, clothes.”  She shuffled through a pile of dresses.  “Philip…this is only temp’ry, you understand.  Somefing for you to wear to see Miss Greystone.”
She pulled out a sleeveless dress of crisp pink satin, with a bow at the waist, and laid it across his arms.  She placed a pink satin hairband on top, a packet of sheer stockings, and a garter-belt.
“’Elp yerself to shoes – shelves at the end.  They’re all in size order.  I trust yer.  Somefing ‘propriate.”
“As for you….”  She looked Matthew up and down.
“Yes, Miss Buttons?”
“You need a complete makeover young man.  You’ll get one too.  You’re so dark, ain’t yer?  Nuffin’ wrong with that, course, but…  Yeah.  I need to cover up them legs first of all.  ‘Ere, nice black tights.  That’ll do for a start…  ‘Old on, I fink…yeah, why not?”
“W-why not…?”
“Bunny girl!  Give ol’ Greyface a laugh if nuffin’ else.  We’ll ‘ave a long-sleeved one, I fink…take it, then…an’ these cuffs…an’ don’t ferget yer ears!”

Philp was at the far end of the room.  He’d already selected a pair of black patent heels, and was in the process of attaching his stockings to his garter belt when Matthew arrived clutching his outfit and looking rather dazed.
“What you got, then, Matty?”
He held out the bunny costume.
“Leotard?”
He turned it round and showed Philip the back, with its fluffy white ball tail.  Philip tried and failed to suppress a laugh.
“Nice!”
“She said its only temporary.”
“Shame.  It’s gonna suit you.  Love it, Matt.”  Matthew’s face was a picture.  He didn’t move.
“Get a move on, then.  Zip me up first, would you?  Then I’ll help you on with that.”
Matthew zipped up Philip’s dress, and fastened the hook at the top.
“Thanks.  Now then, tights on first, then I’ll help you into this little number.  Hmm, black spandex.  Nothing like it.  You’ve even got little white cuffs, and white fluffy ears, to match your cute little tail!”
“Stop it, Philip!”
“Oops, sorry.  But if you’re gonna wear this around, you’re gonna have to get used to having your bum pinched!”

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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #243 on: October 10, 2021, 09:13:33 AM »
Wonderful story, a magnum opus! I'm looking forward to some drugs / hormones to complete their transformation.
The tight shiny clothes are beautifully described. I'd love some permanent modification of their bodies too. But you're the author, only you can create the magic here. Thanks so much for sharing this!

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Re: The Settlement
« Reply #244 on: October 11, 2021, 10:46:05 AM »
Thanks for more brilliant chapters

 

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