The Settlement

[Sandra B]

Chapter 44.  Trick and Treat.

Susanne scurried off to the back of the shop, while everyone else filed out into the street, and went to look at the cone.  It was big – nearly four feet tall – and had a swirl of cream-painted ice-cream on top, and the name “Valentina’s” around the cone in green paint.  Philip was trying not to frown.  He could feel he was attracting too much attention, and it made him uncomfortable.
“Where’s Susanne?  Can we get this over with?”
“Shh, Philip,” whispered Dana.  “Be nice!”
Susanne returned. 
“Now, girls.  Who’s going first?”  Lucy stepped forward, excitedly.
“You are…?”
“Lucy!”
“Well, Lucy, we’re going to play a little game.  Would you like it if this was a real ice-cream?”
“Yes,” she laughed.
“Okay.  Well there’s a legend that says, if you hold the cone, shut your eyes tight, and say the magic words, it may turn into a real one!”
“Truly?  What are the magic words?”
“You have to say,
Ice-cream, ice-cream,
Now here’s the deal:
Please make me scream,
And turn to real!
You have to say it slowly, keeping your eyes shut all the time.  And if you’re lucky, when you open them, it will be real!”
“I’m going to try!”
“Okay.  Hop on, then.”
Lucy climbed onto the base and first of all hugged the cone.
“No, darling, not like that.  Just put your hands on each side like you’re holding it.  Right by those loops.  That’s right.  Now, close your eyes and say the magic words.”
Disappointingly, the big plastic cone stayed a big plastic cone.  But then Susanne and Shaniya took their photos and videos, and Lucy was quite happy, and deciding which ice-cream she would eat next.  The ritual was repeated with Kimona, Abigail and Dorelia, with the same result.  Then it was Philip’s turn.
“Do I have to do that too?” he murmured to Dana, sulkily.
“Yes, Philip.  The girls will be upset if you don’t.”
He sighed, and climbed onto the metal base.  The cone didn’t look quite so large next to him.
“Where do I put my hands?”
“Here,” said Susanne.  “Just rest your wrists on the loops.  That’s it.  Now, eyes closed tight please…  Good.  Say the magic words.  I’ve a feeling we may get a result, this time.”
“Ice-cream, ice-cream,
Now here’s the deal:
Please make me scream…
Hey!  What’s going on!  No!”
While he had had his eyes shut, Jess on one side and Dana on the other had threaded a pair of white cable-ties through the loops, and then simultaneously tightened them around Philip’s wrists!  He stood there speechless for a moment.  The expression on his face was priceless.  Shaniya was having trouble holding her phone steady as she filmed the episode.
“Why…you bitches!  Get these off!”
The four little fairies gasped in horror.  Had Philip fairy really said such a thing to the grown-ups?
Dana was fuming.
“Philip!  in front of the children as well!  Well that’s it, mister.  If we were thinking of letting you free, you’ve cooked your goose now.  Your aunt warned me you had these little outbursts.  I’m going to phone her and tell her.  In the meantime, you can stay out here while we go and have our seconds.  Come, girls.”
And they trooped off back inside.  Susanne took a few more snaps, then produced a pair of scissors and snipped off the ends of the ties.
“There. That’s a bit neater.”
“Susanne, please…  Don’t leave me here…”
“Well, I’m sorry, Tinkerbell, but it’s not my decision.  Please, try and look cheerful, not sick.  You’re supposed to be advertising our ice-cream, remember.”  And she followed the others.

They had returned to their centre table, but as there was now an empty table by the window next to where Philip was standing, Susanne suggested they move there, where they could get a better view of proceedings.  He had left his wand inside, and Shaniya taunted him by waving it at him in triumph. 
“Join us a minute, Susanne,” said Dana.  “That was a great idea of yours.”
He was already attracting attention.  A little group of people had formed around him, laughing and taking photos.  His face was a picture!  Blushing to the roots of his wig, but at the same time trying to look as if he was there voluntarily.  A woman accompanied by two little girls stopped to stare, and the girls came right up to him, giggling.  They were asking him something, but through the thick window it was impossible to hear them.  Whatever it was, it did not please him, for he actually aimed a kick at one of them.  They looked at each other, aghast, and their mother pushed forward to remonstrate with him.
“Oh, dear, he is in a mood,” said Susanne.  “We can’t allow that.”
She went behind the counter, emerged with a roll of silver duct tape, and went out of the door.  The others watched as she knelt down and taped Philip’s ankles neatly together. 
“That’s clever,” said Jess.  “The silver tape matches his costume, too.”
Susanne stood up and, taking his chin in her hand, turned his head to face her.  They could read her lips.  “Now, behave!” she said, then turned on her heel and walked away.  The two little girls were ecstatic, and proceeded to pinch his legs and pull at his skirt with impunity.  Indeed, they pulled at it so much that the Velcro gave way and it fluttered to the ground!  Kimona gasped, and clapped her hand to her mouth.
“Mummy!  His skirt…”
“Oh, dear.  Those naughty little girls.” 
But they had scurried away, followed by their mother, who, by her expression, clearly thought that justice had been done.
Philip looked in through the window in mute appeal.
“Oh, go on then, girls,” said Dana, “go and put it back on for him.”
“And I’ll bring your ice-creams.  Same as before?”
The girls nodded.  They jumped up and ran out.  Kimona picked up the skirt, and the four of them working together attempted to put it on Philip again.  But the Velcro wouldn’t stick, and every time they got it in place it fell off again, much to the amusement of the onlookers.  Kimona looked at her mother for instructions, and Dana beckoned them back inside.  They came running up, out of breath.
“It won’t stick, mummy!”
“Here, let me look.  Hmm.  No, it won’t, will it.  This is not very good Velcro.  Never mind.  He can do without it.  He can show off his cute little bum, instead.”
“Have you rung his aunt?” asked Jess.
“Oh, no.  I’ll do it now.”  She dialled the number.  “Estella?  Hi, it’s Dana.  We’re fine.  Yes, thank you.  No, I’ll tell you why I’m ringing.  Your nephew…  Yes.  I’m afraid we had a little problem.  Send him home?  No, I’m afraid I can’t.  He’s rather tied up at the moment.  Let me send you a video.”
She sent one she had taken through the window a couple of minutes before.  There was a pause.
“Got it?  Yes.  Yes, Valentina’s.  Cable ties.  Very effective.  I know.  He’s not happy, but we decided to leave him there a little while.  He was so rude to us…  It was only a little prank, after all.  Yes.  Yes.  That’s right…  His skirt?  It came off.  It won’t stay on.  The Velcro’s not very good, and … You’ll come down?  Great.  But we have to go in a few minutes, when the girls have finished their ice-creams.  Leave him?  Okay.  He’ll be fine, yes.  Susanne the manager will keep an eye on him.”
Susanne, who had been standing behind the table watching proceedings outside, nodded and gave a thumbs up.
“Okay, Estella.  Speak later, then.  Will you bring him over?  Great.  Bye.”
“His aunt’s coming down to rescue him, Susanne.  She’ll be here in a bit.  Is that okay?”
“Of course.  He’s great advertising.  Look at all the people coming in!  This is getting much busier than usual.  It’s cos they all want to stay to see the fun.”

When the girls had finished eating, they took their leave.  On the way to the car, they all said goodbye to Philip.  He was seriously panicked.
“No!  Please!  Please don’t leave me here!  I’m so sorry, Dana, Jess.  I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t worry.  Your aunt’s on her way.  She won’t be long.”
“At least put my skirt back on!”
“Sorry.  The Velcro’s had it.  We’ve left it with Susanne.  Anyway, got to go.”
“Bye Philip,” chorused the four little fairies.
“See you later,” added Abigail.  Kimona’s mummy says we can have a sleepover if we want.”
“Don’t worry about your wand,” said Shaniya, “I’ll take it home for you.  You can’t really use it at the moment anyway, can you?”

So there he was left, holding the big plastic cone, in his sparkly silver leotard, cut high on the thigh, and his cute white fishnet tights.  The breeze fluttered his little fairy wings.  He didn’t know where to look.  To his left, the knot of people on the pavement.  To the right, the people inside the parlour.  In front of him, a group of kids who had positioned themselves the other side of the cone, apparently with no other purpose than to be entertained by his acute embarrassment.
He closed his eyes.  Aunt, please, please come soon, he thought.  I hate you, but please come and release me.  What he didn’t know was that his aunt and Tina had driven down immediately after Dana’s call, and were now positioned at a window-seat in the coffee shop directly opposite, convulsed with mirth.
“This is the best, mum,” said Tina.  “Look at him squirming.  That leotard is really quite sexy, isn’t it.  He could be a fairy in a bunny club!”
“You’re right!  All he needs is a little round white tail.”
“He seems very popular.  Did you ring the local paper?”
“I did,  They’re sending a photographer right away.”
“When are we going to set him free?”
“Plenty of time.  We don’t want to spoil the fun. Valentina’s seems to be doing a roaring trade.  I wonder if they’d like him there on a regular basis?”
Tina smiled broadly.  "What a good idea!"

[Sissy Little Girl]

Sandra B, Those were great chapters.  Philip was tricked and now he is on display.  I can't wait for the paper to get there and take pictures of him and put him in the paper. :P

[Sandra B]

Chapter 45.  Fantastic News.

As Jess drove them home, Shaniya was reviewing and congratulating herself on the videos she had taken of Philip’s latest humiliation.  The girls are going to be begging me for these, she thought.  She believed she would be the sole source of record of Fairy Philip.  But she was wrong.  Unfortunately for her, and for Philip himself, a group of girls from Miss Pears’ class happened to be in the High Street that afternoon, heading home from playing tennis in the park.  As they approached Valentina’s they could see a group of about a dozen adults and sundry children standing outside, the adults laughing and taking photos, the kids jumping around excitedly. 
“What’s going on there?” said one.
“Free ice-creams, maybe,” said her friend.  “Come on, girls.”
They hurried along to find out the source of the commotion, pushing their way into the crowd.  When they saw Philip, they gaped with disbelief.
“Oh…my…god!”
“It’s that Philip kid from U.1!”
“Now he’s a fairy!”
“Cute costume, Philip!”
“Look – he’s been tied to that cornet.  He can’t move!”
“Wait till the girls see this!”
And out came all their phones.  They took over the front row of the audience, and took it in turns to pose with him.  L.2 was in for a treat.  Not only L.2.  Because at that moment a van from the Dayton Advertiser pulled up opposite and out got a young woman with a camera slung over her shoulder.  She came on and craned over the knot of people, and began to ready her camera.  Susanne had seen her arrive and came out to say hello.
“Hi.  I’m Susanne, the manager.  I see you’ve heard about our latest attraction.  His name’s Philip.”
“I’m Tabby.  Nice to meet you, Susanne.  Yes, I had a tip-off.  Do you mind if I get a few photos and do an interview?  It’ll be good publicity for you.”
“No, great!  Go ahead.  By the way, just to warn you, he may pretend he was tricked into doing this.  But I can assure you he a dedicated exhibitionist, and he’s enjoying every minute.  He’s being paid, of course.”
“Am I?” interjected Philip, who’d been listening to the conversation with growing annoyance, but now thought he might as well make the best of a bad situation.  “Really?  You didn’t tell me that.  How much?”
Susanne thought on her feet.
“Well, say fifteen pounds an hour.  That’ll be forty-five pounds for today.  And when your shift is over, I’d like to talk about a permanent position.  Not out here, but inside.”
“Forty-five pounds?  Am I going to be here for another hour, then?”
“Well, until your aunt arrives to collect you.  But I’ll pay the forty-five anyway.”
Philip was about to say something else to Susanne when one of the L.2 girls posing next to him cheekily patted his bottom. 
“Get off!” he shouted, “Don’t touch me!  Susanne, tell them!”
“Girls, come on now.  You can pose next to him but he’s very sensitive about being handled, if you don’t mind.”
“But he’s at our school!  He’s the only boy there.  And we’ve never seen him in a fairy costume before!”
“Is that right?  Is he really the only boy in a girls’ school?” asked the photographer.
“Yes!” they chorused.  And one of them added, “but he wears a girl’s school uniform and everything!”
“Oh, this is priceless.  I’ll take some piccies with the girls, if I may, Susanne.  Fairies with cones are far more interesting than cats up trees.”
“Help yourself.  All right, girls.  Just for Tabby’s photos you’re allowed to gather round him.  Sorry, Philip, it won’t take long.”
“It’s not fair,” he complained.  But no-one took any notice.

There were six of them, all in their tennis outfits, holding their rackets.  Tabby arranged them with the two smallest in front and the others gathered behind and to the side.  Hidden by the girls at the front, one of the others surreptitiously placed a hand on his right flank, whilst those at the back took the opportunity to grope him shamelessly.  The innocent-looking, blue-eyed Desdemona was the worst offender, resting her racket on her left shoulder with one hand, whilst gently coaxing him into tumescence with the other.  However, at last Tabby was satisfied, and the girls moved back onto the main pavement, leaving Philip red-faced and very un-fairylike.  Desdemona admired her handiwork.
“Nice one, Des!” whispered her friend.  “Let’s go and leave him to his public.”
And, waving goodbye, they moved off.  “See you Monday!” one called back.
Philip tried to twist his body away from the road, but with his wrists secured and his ankles bound, he could hardly move.
Tabby was about to pack up her camera, but changed her mind.  “Maybe just a couple more by himself,” she said, as if to herself.
“Oh, dear,” said Susanne, “I can see now why he was so sensitive about being touched.  I think it’s time we set him free.  Why don’t we all go inside and you can do your interview there?”
Opportunely, Tina and her mother had also decided that they couldn’t delay their arrival any longer, and had crossed the road to join the throng.
“Are you Susanne?  Hi.  I’m his aunt, Estella, and this is my daughter, Tina.”
“About time, aunt,” moaned Philip, “where have you been?”
“Now, now, Philip, please don’t adopt that tone, or we’ll leave you here and go home.  Would you like that?”
He was immediately humbled.  “No aunt.  Sorry, aunt.  Please let me free…”
So, much to the disappointment of the onlookers, Susanne cut his bonds and undid the tape around his ankles, and they made their way slowly back into the parlour.
“Susanne?  Please could I have my skirt back?”
“Of course, dear. I’ll find you a safety-pin, too.”
“Thank you.”

When he was decent again, the five of them sat down at an empty table in one corner.  Over coffee and chocolate ice-cream, Tabby interviewed the others in some depth, fascinated to uncover the background to the little exhibition she had just witnessed.  Aunt Estella’s version of the truth was highly personal, but Philip knew better than to contradict anything she said.  So Tabby and Susanne understood that he was into girl’s stuff in a big way, and loved to dress up in all sorts of pretty outfits, and show them off.  And whenever his aunt turned to him and asked, “isn’t that right, darling?” he was constrained to reply, “yes, aunt, that’s right”.
“And he’s so popular at Caroline Norton, aren’t you, dear?  In fact, the Art and Media Society are working on a film of his life at this moment.”
“Really?  I’d like to see that,” said Tabby, impressed.
“I’ll make sure you get a copy,” said Estella.
“But Philip,” continued Tabby, “do you mind if I ask you a personal question?  About your sexuality?  Do you date girls, or….”
“Yes.  I’ve got a girlfriend.  I’m not gay.”
“Oh.  Well, I thought so.  You seemed to like, I mean…you obviously get on well with your schoolfriends…”
“Though he may be developing some physical…traits, shall we say?” added Estella, casting a glance at his chest.  “We really don’t know what the future holds.  But he’ll always be our darling Philip.”  And she smiled a sickly smile and brushed his cheek with the back of her hand.  Philip could have vomited.  But he replied with what was intended as a smile, but emerged as an ill-disguised sneer.  Tina, sitting next to him, seemed to be enjoying herself.  She squeezed his thigh under the table.
“Well, I must go,” said Tabby, at once.  “I’ve got loads of material and photos, and I need to get it into some sort of shape.  If I can sort it out by tomorrow evening, I might even make the deadline for Wednesday’s paper.  I can’t promise the front page.  In fact, I’m thinking more of a double-page spread inside, so I can use lots of pics.  Have you seen the Advertiser recently?  We’ve gone very glossy and colourful since the beginning of the year.  This would be a perfect splash for us.  But Philip – thank you so much for your co-operation, and yours, Estella, and yours, Susanne.  Let’s keep in touch.  It would be nice to do a follow-up.”  And she handed out her cards.

After she had left, Susanne turned to Estella.
“I was saying to Philip, if he liked I could offer him a regular job waitressing.  Maybe just three hours on a Saturday afternoon to start off.  Same terms as today, Philip.”
“Oh, was he being paid?  I didn’t know.”
“Yes.  I mean, he deserved it, standing out there all that time.  And we must have doubled our turnover all because of him.”
“You know he has other outfits,” put in Tina.  “He has three or four maid’s costumes, and we’re going to find him other things as well.  He could almost wear something different every week.  I’m sure it’s something we could discuss with you.”
“Hold on,” said Philip, “I haven’t agreed to anything yet…”
“Don’t worry, Susanne,” said Estella, “he’ll do it.  He’s just being modest, aren’t you darling?  Aren’t you?”
“Yes, aunt,” Philip sighed.
The conversation continued.  Philip lapsed into thought.  Well, he did need the money, all right.  He’d be able to take Rebecca places a bit more.  And then another thought occurred to him.  If his mum got to hear about it, which she undoubtedly would, she could send Delia and Sammy along, and he could see them again!  Maybe they would even come every week!  That made up his mind.  He would co-operate fully, whatever it cost him in loss of dignity.  His thoughts were interrupted by Susanne.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Philip?”
“Oh, yes, Susanne.  Definitely.  I’d love to help out.”  His tone had changed completely now.  Estella and Tina looked surprised.   â€œThe cash would be very useful.  It’d be fun, too.”
“You’d have to wear whatever we agreed with Susanne, Philip,” said his aunt, “you understand that?”
“Absolutely, aunt.  You know I like dressing up.”
“Good boy,” she replied.  I think the change is happening, she thought to herself .  And she and Tina exchanged meaningful looks.
“I’m really grateful, Philip,” said Susanne.  “Come with me and I’ll pay you for today.”
He followed her over to the counter, and she took the cash out of the till. 
“I’ll make sure you’re well looked after,” she said in a low voice.  “We have the occasional  special events, too.  We have a licence, so we can host private parties, with food and drink.  Might you be interested?  The tips can be fantastic sometimes.”
“Sure, Susanne.  Thanks.  I do need to make some money.  My aunt gives me a sort of unofficial allowance, but it’s not much.”
“Okay,  I’ll let you know.”  She smiled.  “You’re a very brave young man, and you have charisma.  I’m sure, in the right outfits, you’ll be a major attraction.”
Philip blushed, dropped his head, and shivered slightly.  That was just what he didn’t want to be.  To a naturally unassuming person such as he, it was humiliating.  All he wanted was to get on with his life, with his studies, and with his relationship; to keep a low profile at school and out of school.  But Fate – Fate and Aunt Estella – had decided otherwise.  He knew there was no escape.  He would have to swallow his pride, try to disguise his shyness, and follow orders.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 46.  Evil Genius.

He said goodbye to Susanne, and left the parlour with his aunt and Tina.
“We’ll drop you at the Williams’s,” said Tina, “Dana tells me you and the girls are having a sleepover.”
“Can’t I go home, aunt?”
“No, dear.  That would be rude.  Go and play with your little friends.  It’ll be fun.”
“Did you bring me some clothes?”
“Yes, of course,” said Tina.  “They’re in the car.”
“What did you bring?”
“Your nightie and bloomers.  The pink ones.”
“And…?”
“And?”
“Nothing else?”
“You won’t be needing anything else.  You’ve got your lovely fairy outfit.”
“You….”
“Yes?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re so lucky,” said Estella.  “Now you’re going to be working at Valentina’s, you’ll have even more nice outfits to wear.  We should start thinking about that straight away, shouldn’t we, Tina?”
“Yes, mum.  I already have a few ideas.  We can talk about it this evening, while Philip’s out.”

They climbed into the car.  Philip didn’t say any more.  When they arrived at the Williams’s house, Tina gave him his bag of “clothes”.  Shaniya answered the door, and ushered them in using Philip’s wand.
“Your friends are upstairs in the bedroom, Philip.  Off you go!” she said, giving him a pat on the bottom as if he were a ten-year-old.  He went, glad to get away from her.  Estella and Tina went and had a brief chat with Dana and Jess, congratulating them on a well-executed prank, and apprising them of Philip’s new employment.  Of course, they were ecstatic.
“Oh, mum, that so cool!” cried Shaniya.  “Me and my friends can go there Saturdays and tease him!  They’re gonna be so happy!”
“Now, now, darling, of course you can go, but remember he’s doing an important job.  Don’t distract him.  Susanne wouldn’t be pleased.”
”No, mum, course not.  But it’ll be fun just to watch him, and have him wait on us.  Is he gonna be in his fairy costume again?”
Dana looked at Estella.
“Well, dear, we were thinking of changing his costume each week.  If you have any interesting ideas…”
“Oh, my god, really?  Let me speak to my friends.”  And she pulled out her phone and headed off upstairs.  They just heard the beginning of a conversation.
“Maddy?  Guess what?  You’re not gonna believe this…”
The ladies looked at each other.
“Well,” said Jess, “even if it’s only his schoolfriends, Susanne should just about double her turnover!”

On the way home, Tina had an idea.
“Mum, you know we were talking about a party for the girls who did the filming?”
“Yes…”
“Well, instead of having it at our house, why don’t we ask Susanne to host a private party at the parlour?  Then they could all bring their friends.  I bet there’d be a big turnout.”
“That’s a great idea, darling!  And Philip could wait on them all.   It’d be perfect.  Let’s ring her and suggest it.  That’s so clever!”

Tina rang Susanne as soon as they got home.  She explained her idea.  Susanne was immediately on board.
“That’s brilliant, Tina.  When did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know.  It depends when you think…”
“How about next Friday evening?  I usually organise private parties for Friday evenings, because it’s the weekend the next day, and they can go on quite late.  But this Friday’s free.  We normally start at six.  What do you think?  Is that too short notice?”
“No, I don’t think so.  They’ll have nearly a week.  My mum can ask the head at Philip’s school to announce it.”
“What will he wear?  Fairy stuff again?”
“No.  That’s taken care of.  We’ve already promised some of them a little maid.  Wait till you see him!”
“I can’t wait, Tina!”
“My mum says we can discuss the finances in the week.  We’d want to make sure the girls had a nice supper.  Maybe we could pay for that.  What do you think?”
“Okay.  If you want to pay for the food, I’ll waive hire charges and provide free ice-cream.  They’ll have to pay for their drinks, but I’ll make them cheap.  I’ll need some idea of numbers, of course.  If you agree, we should share Philip’s wages.  I suggest we pay him a hundred pounds.  That should keep him sweet.  Discuss it with your mum, and we’ll speak again in the next day or two.  Yes?”
“Perfect!  I’ll break the news to him tomorrow.  Or… why don’t you?”
“Okay, leave it to me.  I’ll be interested to hear his reaction!  A sweet little maid!  I want that maid in the shop one Saturday, too!”
“No probs, Susanne.  Oh, one more thing.  How many does the restaurant seat?  I’m just thinking whether we need to have a limit on the numbers for Friday.”
“Oh, well normally sixty.  Fifteen tables.  But we could squeeze a couple more in if necessary.”
“No, that should be fine.  There are only four classes and they’re relatively small.  Okay.  Speak soon then.  Bye!”
“Bye, dear.”

After supper, Estella and Tina sat down with a couple of cooling drinks to discuss the arrangements for Friday.  Tina said she could produce some posters for the school.  Matters pertaining to menu would have to wait until they had spoken to Susanne again.  So at the top of the agenda was Philip’s costume.
“Well I think we’re committed to his pink maid’s outfit,” said Estella.  “The girls who did the filming were promised that.  The design’s pretty much the same as the black one, isn’t it?”
“Pretty much, mum.  Stiff little skirt on loads of tulle, high collar – that’s pink too – puff sleeves, fur trimmings.”
“But accessories?  What do you think, Tina?”
“Nothing too fussy.  I think tights again.  Black fishnets look good with a pink body.  Pink patent leather shoes, to match the shiny vinyl.  Something with a heel – I mean, not too tall, but just enough so he’ll have to concentrate and won’t be able to go dashing around.  We want his customers to be able to savour the experience.  Short black satin gloves.  We can get a waitress headdress from Daring.”
“Perfect!”
“I was thinking….  How about we get a collar and cuff set for him too?  You know, wrists and ankles, to remind him of his vulnerabilities.  At Daring they’ve got them in all colours, complete with D-rings and tiny padlocks.  What about pink for the wrists and ankles, and a black one to go over that collar, with a nice big ring at the front.”
“Well, dear, you do what you want.  You’re the bondage expert!”
“No I’m not, mum.  But I like the idea of him being easy to clip to things – such as the big cone!  No, not really.  But the thought should keep him on his toes.”
“Agreed.  So that leaves only one thing we haven’t discussed.”
“Panties.”
“Panties.  What do you think?”
“Tell me if this is stupid.  I remember you suggesting pink baby-pants to the girls.”
“Oh, I may have done…  But wouldn’t they be a bit inappropriate with this outfit?  Don’t forget that skirt is almost horizontal.  It doesn’t hide anything.”
“Precisely.  Completely inappropriate.  But they’d also be the main talking-point, don’t you think?”
“I see what you mean, Tina….”
“You know there’s these big girls’ pull-ups I’ve seen.  They’re bright pink and they have childish images scattered over them – dolls and feeding-bottles and things.  Perhaps they’re intended to encourage the kid to grow up and stop wetting.  But suppose we put him in those, with transparent plastic pants over the top?  I think it may just work…  You know, the juxtaposition of the rather sleek, sexy, sophisticated outfit on top, and these puffy pink baby-pants, visible to everyone, underneath.”
“Darling, I don’t know how you come up with these ideas, but I do see, now.  He’s not going to like it.  He’s not going to like it at all!”
“Well, mum, I hope not.”
 

[Sissy Little Girl]

Sandra B, you really know how to spin a story.  Poor Philip, after being zip tied to the cone and then going to the sleep over, he is now on his way to being the star of Valentina’s in his outfits that he will wear.  I love it!!!!!
 8)

[Sandra B]

Chapter 47.  Bad News - and Good News.

What fun Philip had had at Kimona’s!  They had all played fairies for the rest of the evening, skipping around the garden while Shaniya suggested ingenious variations on their games.
“Why don’t you pretend Philip is a new fairy who hasn’t been taught the fairy rules yet?  Then you can train her to walk like a fairy, skip like a fairy, curtsey like a fairy, and speak like a fairy.  And if she doesn’t do it properly, the other fairies should tell her off, and spank her if she’s bad!”
“Shut up, Shaniya!”
“There!  What a bad fairy!  You should definitely spank him for that!”
“You are a very naughty fairy, Philip!” shouted Lucy, in mock anger.  “Now we’re going to have to punish you.”
“Yes!” added Dorelia, “that’s the second time she’s done a swear today.”
“That’s not a swear, Dorelia,” said Philip, impatiently.
“Well, bitch is!” added Abigail.
“Abigail!  Shhh.  If my mummy hears us using swears we’ll be in trouble,” cautioned Kimona.
“All right, Kim.  But she’ll still have to be punished.”
“Yes, you will, Philip!” said Kimona, strictly.
“One spank from each of us,” suggested Lucy. 
This suggestion receiving enthusiastic universal consent, Philip was made to bend over a big planter against the wall of the house, and received a little smack on his bottom from each of the other fairies.  Shaniya could barely aim her phone, her eyes were so full of tears.  In the middle of the ritual, Jess poked her head out of the kitchen door to see if anyone wanted a drink.  A smile spread over her face.
“They’re playing so nicely together,” she said to Dana, who was inside.  I’ve hardly ever seen them so happy.  You’ll have to have Philip over here more often.”

At nine-thirty it was bedtime.  “Bedtime for all little fairies,” Dana insisted.  Philip wasn’t sorry.  He was exhausted after such a stressful day.  But he would have given anything to be able to change into some nice fuzzy pyjamas, like the girls had.  In the event he had to retire to Shaniya’s bedroom to put on his pink nightie and bloomers, and his re-emergence created something of a stir.  Not for Shaniya, of course – she already knew all about such things.  But it turned out the girls were as jealous of his night attire as he was of theirs.
“Mummy, I want a pretty nightie like Philip’s got!” complained Kimona.
“Yes, and I want some lovely soft pee-jays like yours,” countered Philip. 
“Ask your aunt,” suggested Jess.
“I’m going to.”
“Maybe she can find you some with fairies on,” added Dana.  Philip grimaced.

Jess drove Philip home Sunday morning.
“You’re a big hit with those little girls,” she remarked.
“Huh!”
“Oh, come on.  It’s obvious you enjoy playing with them.  Don’t be so defensive.  Do you have any siblings, Philip?”
“Yeah.”  He told her about Delia and Sammy.  She could tell by his tone he missed them.
“Don’t worry.  You’ll see them soon.  No wonder you like being with our girls so much.  Will you come again soon?  I know they’re going to be begging to see you."
“Okay, I guess….  I don’t want to disappoint them.”
“Good boy.  Here, we’re back at your aunt’s.  Say hi from me.”
She kissed him on the cheek.  As he climbed the front steps he reflected on yesterday.  Maybe he did like being one of the girls.  He certainly didn’t miss any of the boys he used to hang out with.  He went in.  Tina was in the lounge, his aunt in the kitchen.
“Hi, Philip,” Tina greeted him, “have a nice time with Kimona and the girls?”
“It was okay,” he said, surlily.  “I’m gonna get a coffee.”
“Hello, darling,” said his aunt, as he entered the kitchen.  “Nice time?  I had a word with Dana last night.  She wants you to come over again soon.  She says the girls are so happy when you’re there.  Usually the four of them are trouble, but when they’re with you they behave like little angels!”
“Yeah, well, they’re nice kids.  But aunt, please, next time…”
“Yes, dear?”
“Next time…  Can we dispense with the fairy costume?”
“Oh, but that’s what they love so much!  When you play fairies with them.”
“It’s just…I’m perpetually afraid they’re gonna  drag me out to the park or the shops or something.  I dunno.  Couldn’t I at least be a pixie or something?”
“You want to be a pixie?”
“Well, I don’t want to…”
“That’s a great idea!  Tina darling,” she called, “Philip wants a pixie outfit!”
“Oh, no…” he sighed.
“Really?  That’s brilliant!  I would never have thought of that!  I’ll go see Daring Designs this week, and see what they can do.”
“Look, I just want…  Oh, never mind.  I’m going up to my room to change.”
“You can wear your fairy costume today if you want,” said his aunt, straight-faced.  “I don’t mind.”
But he was gone.  Tina gave her mother a thumbs-up.  “I wouldn’t like to be a pixie amongst all those fairies myself,”   she whispered with a giggle. 

In his room, Philip stripped off his fairy costume.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  His little breasts seemed to be growing every day.  They were small, like half-lemons, and firm.  He certainly didn’t need a bra.  He frowned, and wondered why they weren’t shrinking, now he had stopped the meds. The nipples were pale pink and puffy.  He touched one, gently, and immediately started to feel aroused.  He played with it, and in less than a minute had a full erection.  What a state I get in these days, he thought.  He lay on the bed and started to play with himself .  He was almost there, when he heard Tina calling from downstairs.
“Philip?  Susanne’s on the phone.  She wants to speak to you.”
Quickly he threw on a skirt and top and hurried downstairs.  Tina handed him her phone.
“Hi Susanne.”
“Hi Philip.  Just wanted to give you a heads up.  Friday night.  I’m organising a private party.  It’ll start about six.  It may go on late.  Can you make it?”
“Ah…  I’ll have to ask by aunt…”
“It’s already done.  She’s quite happy.”
“So who’s it for?”
“Guess.”
“I don’t know.”
“Caroline Norton.”
“What?”
“Yes!  Exciting, isn’t it.  All your friends will be there.”
What was there to say?  He realised in an instant it had all been set up behind his back – as usual.  He decided to play it cool.
“Okay.  Fine.  How much?”
“How much…?”
“How much am I being paid?”
“Oh.  Yes.  Of course.  We thought a hundred pounds…?”
“Really?  Fantastic!”
“And I’d hope there’d be tips…”
“I wouldn’t be so sure…”
“There may be a teacher or two.”
That’s something, he thought.  Help to keep the girls in line.
“Your aunt will arrange your costume.  Look, I’ve got to go.  Could I just have a quick word with Tina again?  I’ll see you Friday.”
“Yeah.  Bye then, Susanne.”
“Bye!”

Tina took the phone, and Philip turned to his aunt.
“So what am I wearing?”
“Do you remember I promised the girls your pink maid’s costume?  I think we’ll stick to that, Philip.”
“Thanks a lot aunt.  I’ve never even seen it.”
“Oh, it’s very similar to the black one.  You’ll love it.”
“Yes, and so will your schoolfriends,” added Tina, who had just got off the phone.  “And I’ll help you with your makeup.”
“I bet you will.”
“Now, now, dear,” said Estella, “don’t be ungrateful.  You’re going to be well paid.”
“That’s true,” he replied.  “Mind you, I imagine I’m going to earn every penny…”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 48.  Release.

That evening, he was allowed a few hours off to go and see Rebecca.  Her mother had really taken to him, and was happy when he came over.  She knew he was good for her daughter.  She’d been so much happier since they’d started dating.
“Hello, Philip!  Come in!  Lovely to see you!  You’re lookin’ very nice tonight!”
There was no disguising his little breasts any more, so he thought he might as well make the most of them.  He had thrown on a slinky blue dress with a low neckline, a raincoat, and a pair of boots.
”Thanks, Chantal.  I didn’t have time for makeup, though.  I’ve only got a couple of hours.”
“Becca won’t mind.  She’s up in ‘er room.  Let me know if you’d like coffee or somethink.”
“Sure.  See you in a while.”
He bounded up the stairs.  Rebecca was lying on the bed, her head propped up on a pillow, watching television.  When he appeared she turned it off, jumped off the bed, and embraced him.  She immediately drew back.
“Ooh, Philip!  They’re really growing, ain’t they?  I thought you were off them meds now.”
“I am.  I don’t know why they’re still going.  I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologise, idiot.  I love them  They’re so sensitive, ain’t they…?”
She looked slily into his eyes, and began to caress one nipple through the silky dress.  He gasped, and felt himself immediately become aroused.
“See wo’ I mean?”
She pulled him onto the bed.  In a moment her hand was up his skirt and her lips fastened on one breast.  He was in such a state that within less than a minute he was coming, his body shuddering with orgasm.  Afterwards he lay there, exhausted, holding her hand.
“You were in a bovver, weren’t yer?”
“I don’t know why I’m like this, Becca.  It’s these little breasts.  They just keep…  Oh, never mind.  This is boring.  How are you?”
“I’m fine.  Never better.  I think your breasts are beautiful.  I’ve got the best of boaf worlds.  You know all the girls are jealous of me, don’tcha?”
“Don’t be silly.”
 â€œThey are.  Don’t you fink they can see ‘ow sexy you are?  They’re okay about it, generally, but a few of them are bein’ a bi’ bitchy, if yer know wha’ I mean.  Nikki f’rinstance.”
He stared at her.  “I didn’t know…”
“Yeah.  But anyway, ‘ow about anuvver kiss?”

Back at Estella’s, Tina had received a call from Sally Buttons.  She wanted to know how Philip was getting on.
“Ow’s ‘is little titties comin’ on, Tina?”
“Beautifully.  In fact I think I’m going to cut down on the hormones.  They’re a perfect size now, and so nice and firm he won’t need a bra.  They get all stiff just from the nipples rubbing against his school shirt, and then that gets him all hot and bothered.  I think he’s finding life at school, surrounded by all those girls, a test of his self-control.”
“Wot abou’ the Viagra?”
“That’s the interesting thing.  I’ve cut it right down.  I give him a little once a week, but he just as randy as ever!”
“Naturally sexy, Tina.”
“He must be!  He got a girlfriend now, too.  Lucky thing!”
“So do you need me to do anyfing, then?”
“Not right now.  But if you’re around Valentina’s in Dayton High Street any Saturday afternoon, look in.  He’s going to be waitressing there.  He’d love to see you, I’m sure.  We’re working on his costumes now.”
“I’ll do that, dear.  Keep in touch, won’t yer?”
“Course, Sally.  Bye for now.”
“Bye!”