Lockdown

[DaraJaney]

It became clear that the lockdown could last months.  Joe’s mother stoutly refused to buy any boy’s clothes for him saying that there were perfectly good clothes available for him to wear and in any case, she kept reminding him, if he went out and about in boy’s clothes then Barry, Jenny and everyone else in the neighbourhood would know that he had been a boy wearing dresses, tights and rumba panties for the last few weeks.  Did he really want that?  That usually shut him up and left him fiddling with his apron disconsolately.

Easter came around.  His mother tried to cheer him up, reminding him that he would receive his usual Easter gift of a dozen chocolate ‘crème’ eggs which he preferred to the traditional large Easter egg.

On Easter Sunday morning his granny selected the pink and blue floral dress with the petticoat for him to wear.  “This was your Easter dress one year wasn’t it?”, she reminded his mum.  “Oh yes!  Well, not just the dress though.”

She reached up to the top shelf of the wardrobe and took down a white bag closed with a drawstring.  Joe watched as he pulled on his lacey white tights.  She untied the knot and reached into the bag.  He pulled his pink rumba panties up under his dress. She took out a multi-layered petticoat.  “I wore this under my dress each Easter Sunday!”  She fluffed out the petticoats and brought them over to Joe.

Joe winced but she held the petticoats down for him to step into.  Then she pulled them up under his dress and tied them around his waist.  His granny smoothed his full skirt over the petticoats.  “Gorgeous!”

Joe moved over to the mirror feeling the weight of the layers of petticoats rocking around him as he walked.  He had thought that the single petticoat attached to his dress had made it stand out quite enough but the effect of the multi-layered petticoats was dramatic.  For one thing it meant that the dress revealed much more of his legs in his lacey tights.  The hem only came half way to his knees.  He tried to push the petticoats down but the organza layers just sprang back up into their insistent poufiness.

Getting all his petticoats under his bottom as he sat at the breakfast table was his first problem.  He found that he had to be very conscious of the wide breadth of his dress.  He could easily knock a precious vase over if he wasn’t careful.

He was removing his apron after washing the dishes when his mother announced “we’ve arranged a little game with Jenny”.  She turned to his granny.  “Do you remember we used to have Easter egg hunts?”  “Oh yes!”  His mother turned to him again.  “So your 12 crème eggs are hidden around the garden.”  She handed him a wicker basket.  Joe sighed heavily.  “Jenny’s mum has hidden the same in her garden so you can have a race.”

He was ushered out into the garden with his basket in the crook of his arm and he tried to steady his petticoats in the breeze.  Jenny and her mum were already in their garden.  He winced to see that Jenny was in trousers even on Easter Sunday.  She and her mother smiled at Joe’s petticoats but it was clear they were trying not to laugh.  “Oh how pretty!”  His mother looked on proudly.  “Give us a twirl love!”  Joe tried to smile through it.  He gave a twirl which he immediately thought had been too energetic and wondered if he had flashed his rumba panties as his petticoats whirled up.

“Now go find your eggs!  You can’t eat any until you have found all twelve.”  Jenny ran immediately towards a couple of eggs that were clearly visible in the grass.  Joe could see a few in his garden but had to walk more carefully in his petticoats.  His mother held up a camera and started recording.

When Joe reached the first few eggs he carefully bent his knees, lowered himself slowly so as not to cause his petticoats to parachute out too much.  He was quite pleased with his decorum.  But now he had to find the eggs that had been better concealed.

He saw one up in the branches of a tree.  He approached it.  He could see that Barry was now watching from his garden.  Joe reached up carefully hoping that his dress wouldn’t ride up enough to expose any of his rumba panties.  But he was still a few inches short.  He could see that Jenny was quickly rushing around the garden collecting her eggs with no difficulty.

He had to collect all twelve so he had to jump to try to reach it.  His first attempt was half hearted but even so he could feel the wind resistance as his petticoats parachuted on descent.  He quickly smoothed his skirt down.  There was an obvious smirk on Barry’s face.  Joe cringed.  He had to get that damn egg and quickly.  He jumped higher and grabbed the egg.  He had felt his petticoats puff up around his chest as he descended and there was really no doubt what everyone had seen.

He found the next five eggs easily enough and eventually spotted three in a row behind a low box hedge.  As he approached, he wondered how he was going to reach them without further humiliation.  There was no way to get them other than to bend over the hedge.  Jenny ran up to her mother “Twelve!” she shouted.

All eyes were now on Joe.  He sighed heavily.  He had to get it over with.  He bent over the hedge to reach the first egg.  The front of his petticoats tipped downwards towards his ankles.  He could only imagine how far the back tipped up.

He had to repeat it twice to get the last eggs.  He could feel his cheeks burning as he turned around to face everyone.  His mother still had the camera on him.

Barry’s mother emerged into their garden.  “Barry what were you doing?”  Barry turned towards her in shock.  His cheeks were now burning.  “Were you spying on that girl?” she demanded to know.  Barry just stuttered.  He knew he’d been found out spying on the girl next door and her frilly undies.

His mother saw the others.  She introduced herself.  “Sorry we haven’t met, I’ve been really busy at the hospital”, she explained.  Then she turned to Barry again.  “Apologise to the girl for spying on her.”  Joe started to smirk a little, relishing Barry’s embarrassment at having been caught spying on him to see his rumba panties.

“No really it’s not Barry’s fault”, his mother interjected.  “Josephine here is very inexperienced in wearing dresses and really must stop exposing her panties so often!”  Joe’s jaw dropped as all eyes were now on him.

“Josephine.  You must apologise to Barry for exposing your rumba panties to full view.”  Joe felt sick.  He could see his mother was determined.  She crossed her arms firmly.

“I …. I’m sorry for … showing my rumba panties”, he managed to utter while staring at the ground.  Barry had the biggest smirk ever.  Everyone seemed to be satisfied though.

“Why don’t you show us all your skipping”, his granny suggested.  Joe pushed his petticoats down instinctively.  Really?  In these short petticoats?  After what’s just been said?

But there was no disappointing people.  His mother handed him the rope and Joe obediently skipped in front of everyone and there was no doubt from his fluttering petticoats and from where everyone was looking that he was putting on a good show again.  His mother’s camera was rolling again.

In the end, the rope got caught on his petticoats.  He tugged at it frustratedly.  “You really aren’t used at all to wearing petticoats are you?” his mother observed.  “Well it’s the school holidays now so you can wear petticoats under your dresses every day instead of your uniform so you can get more used to them.”  Joe tried not to look too despondent as he resumed his skipping.
 
“Mother, are the other five pairs of rumba panties freshly laundered?” she asked his granny.  “Oh yes, they’re all in her drawer.”  Joe cringed.

[SissyBraelyn]

Well a twist that Joe’s mother could suggest to Barry’s mother could  be if Barry likes looking at rumba panties and frilly dresses so much maybe she should get him some for himself since Joes mom has observed Barry looking since the beginning

[Andlat]

Like SissyBraelyn, my big takeaway is the potential developments in regards to Barry. I'm a bit conflicted though. While misery loves company, I also enjoy the idea that Barry is looking at another boy's frilly underthings without even knowing it's another boy. As always, I put my trust in the author.

[Sissy Little Girl]

DaraJaney, that was a fantastic chapter.  Josephine had to wear that flowery dress with those poufy petticoats and he hates it.  The Easter Egg race was priceless as Josephine had to bend, reach and jump in order to find all of his chocolate eggs.

Barry got an eyeful of Josephine's rhumba panties and he also got caught looking.  Maybe his mom will, with Josephine's mom and granny's help, put Barry in petticoats, dresses and rhumba panties.  One can only guess.
 :-X

[DaraJaney]

Joe was even more mortified having to wear the multi-layered petticoats under his dresses all week.  He knew it would make skipping – his main form of exercise – even more embarrassing.  And his neighbour Barry was in his garden nearly all the time just waiting for a cheap thrill.

Joe’s mother came out.  “Why aren’t you skipping dear?  You need the exercise.”  Joe sighed heavily and glanced at Barry who had clearly perked up next door.  His mother handed him the rope.  Joe had to think of something else to do quickly – something she would agree to.

“Can I play with the dolls instead?”  He almost threw up as soon as he’d said it.  His mother was clearly pleasantly surprised.  “Of course dear.”  So Joe went to the boxes and picked up a doll, cringing as he tried to think what he was supposed to do with it.  He went over to the garden seat and tried to arrange his petticoats beneath him with one hand as he clutched his doll with the other.

His mother placed the box of doll’s clothes beside him.  “There you are.  I think she’d look pretty in that cerise dress!”  He looked into the box.  Cerise?  What the f*** was cerise?  He could see that Barry was losing interest – throwing his eyes up at the sissy girl playing with dolls.

Joe consoled himself that sitting on the garden seat in his yellow dress, petticoats and white tights playing with dolls was marginally better than skipping and showing off his yellow rumba panties.

He finished dressing the doll and placed it beside him on the seat.  He chose another doll and outfit.  His mother was watching from the kitchen window so he had to keep playing with the dolls or there was a danger she’d insist that he skip again.

When she next came out next, he had three dolls lined up beside him on the seat.  “You should have a tea party!” she suggested, pointing to the plastic toy tea set in another box.  Again, Joe felt sick at the thought of having a pretend tea party with his dolls in his yellow dress and petticoats.  He stayed where he was.

“Why don’t you get that nice doll on the display cabinet in the dining room?” his mother suggested as she passed back.  “That peach dress fits her as far as I recall.”  Joe looked in the box.  Peach?  What the hell did peach look like?

Anyway, he reckoned it got him out of Barry’s view for a few moments.  He stood up and carefully arranged his petticoats around him before walking back into the house.  He went into the dining room and saw the doll on the lower shelf of the display cabinet.

He went over, bent down and picked it up.  He turned clutching the doll and froze as he heard “Hello!”  and then a very surprised “Who’s that?!”  His granny was in a Zoom meeting with her three sisters – Agnes, Kate and Peg.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t tell you”, his granny responded.  Joe could see the screen on her computer.  Her sisters were looking intensely at their screens.  He could see his granny’s quarter of the Zoom meeting.  She was leaning back and he was clearly visible in his yellow dress, full petticoats and white tights, his pigtails tied with yellow ribbons and now he was clutching a large doll.

“Come here Joe”, his granny beckoned.  He was horrified at her reveal.  “Joe?!!!” he heard in unison from his great aunts.  He moved disconsolately towards the screen.  “Doesn’t he make a pretty girl?”  “I LOVE the matching rumba panties!”, Agnes giggled.  Joe cringed.  Why hadn’t he been more careful picking up the doll?  Ugh!  The doll!

He could see the amazed, giggling, tittering faces on the other three screens as his granny explained how he’d had no choice but to wear dresses and was now playing in the garden every day in front of the other children in his pretty dresses.  He’d even been to the shops to buy those rumba panties.

“I bet you love wearing those white tights!” Kate teased.  “Oh, why don’t you put on those pretty lace patterned tights for them?” his granny suggested.  Kate squealed with laughter as Joe stood mortified.  “You look so pretty in your petticoats and pigtails”, Peg added.

“What’s your dolly’s name?” Agnes persisted.  His granny whispered ‘Abigail’ to him.  “Abigail” Joe told them.  “Is she your favourite?”  He sighed.  “I remember the box of dolls there”, Peg recalled.  “Which one is your favourite?”  Joe wasn’t taking the bait.

“We must send you the video of Easter Sunday”, his granny told them.  Joe was horrified.  “We had an Easter Egg hunt.  He was wearing his mum’s floral Easter dress with those petticoats, his lace-pattered tights and pink rumba panties.  Wait until you see him skipping!”  His grand aunts’ jaws dropped simultaneously.  “Oh do send it.  I can’t wait to see that!”

Eventually Joe squirmed away from the screen and took his doll outside.  After another hour of dressing his dolls his mother suggested that he needed to do some vacuuming.  It was that or skipping he reckoned.

She was pleased that his extensive apron fitted nicely over his dress even poufed out with his petticoats.  They called on him to bring them tea in the garden when he was half way through vacuuming.

As he brought the tray out the wind caught his petticoats.  He was clutching the tray and could do nothing to stop his petticoats whirling up around him.  He placed the tray on the table and turned to go back.  He was met by the broad grin of Barry staring though the fence.  Despite all Joe’s efforts he’d clearly got what he’d been hoping for.

[Sissy Little Girl]

DaraJaney, You have a way with words.  Between the embarrassment if skipping in front of Barry, having to play with dolls or displaying his rhumba panties to his great aunts, Joe has felt it all.  In the end, Joe is doing the vacuuming when he has to serve tea to his mom and granny.  Of course, Barry got to see Joe's white, tight covered bottom.  Fun.   8) 8)

[Andlat]

Things never seem to get better for the protagonist when more people find out about his frilly predicament, so this can't end well for Joe. I imagine much more domesticity and many more pretty dresses in his future.