Lockdown

[DaraJaney]

As the weeks passed Joe’s hair grew longer and it was starting to be difficult to get his wig of pigtails to stay in place.  His mother and granny considered the situation.  Neither felt competent to cut his hair.  They had no experience at styling hair either, being totally dependent on their local salons which were, of course, closed.

One Sunday morning his granny said “there’s only one thing I can think of.  Remember when you were little?”  His mother thought about it.  “Oh, have you still got that?”  His granny went to rummage in the attic.

His mother washed his hair and sat him down in the dining room.  She rubbed smelly lotions into his hair.  His granny came up behind him and started tugging his hair.  It felt like she was wrapping it around something. His mother joined in and soon his full mop of hair was tightly wound around in dozens of places.

He heard his granny plug something in behind him and then he felt his hair heating up.  His mother sprayed lots more stinky stuff over his head and then placed a plastic thing like a shower cap over the hair.

“Just a couple of hours”, she told him.  Joe was surprised.  Hours?  What was he to do?  He tried to stand up.  “Ow!”  His hair had been tugged all over.  He had no choice but to sit in the chair as his hair was attached to whatever was plugged in at the wall.  His mother fetched the box of dolls and dolls’ clothes.  He sighed.  He really didn’t want to play dress up with his dolls again but after twenty minutes of boredom he gave in and started unbuttoning the dress on one of the dolls.

Eventually they came, turned off the switch at the socket and took the cap off.  They started undoing what they had done – his granny working at the back and his mother from the front.  A couple of tight curls dangled above his eyes.  He looked at them dubiously.  Was his whole head of hair going to be like that?!  There was no mirror.  He was still confined to the chair as long as his hair was attached to the socket in the wall.  He just had to sit there in his pink Sunday dress, petticoats and lacey tights, clutching the doll he’d just finished dressing.

As his granny continued at the back his mother started tying two pink ribbons in his hair.  Then she left the room.  She returned with the laptop which she placed on the dining table a few yards in front of Joe.  “Time for the first extended family Zoom meeting!” she announced.

Joe’s jaw dropped.  He saw the Zoom app loading.  He was in the direct line of the webcam.  He tried to get up and leave.  “Ow!”  He was still attached to a couple of pins and had to flop back on the chair.  He looked on in horror as his mother clicked “Join meeting”.  All of his relatives popped up on the screen.  Then he saw his own webcam’s image.  He was sitting there is his pink Sunday dress for all to see.  His hair was now a mass of ringlets, two bunches tied up with big stiff pink ribbons tied in bows.  His layers of petticoats rested on his knees and his flowery patterned lace tights were clearly visible.  And he was clutching the damn doll!

His mother and granny sat down closely either side of him.  He was stuck in the seat and couldn’t get rid of the stupid doll.  He could hear the laughter increasing from his extended family.  “I’d heard about it from Agnes!  But I couldn’t believe Joe was wearing pretty dresses and playing with dolls!”  “You mean Josephine!” his mother corrected her, smiling at her mortified son in his pretty dress.

“Is he wearing those pretty pink rumba panties?” Kate asked.  Joe instinctively pushed his petticoats down and they all knew that was confirmation that he was wearing said panties.  They burst out laughing.

“Stand up and give them a twirl sweetie”, his granny urged him.  She ran her fingers through his ringlets at the back to show him that she had discretely freed them from the heated pins.  It now looked like he had been happily sitting there while they started the Zoom meeting to reveal him to the whole extended family in his pretty clothes.

He stood up and his mother and granny pushed his elbows to make him twirl.  When he had his back to the camera he felt his mother pull his petticoats up at the back and there were screams of laughter at his pink rumba panties.

He sat down again quickly but just had to stew there is his petticoats and tights, clutching his doll miserably while the Zoom meeting continued.  Nobody else seemed to want it to end.  He looked at his full head of ringlets and wondered how long they would last. 

The conversation eventually sagged and he wondered if the meeting would finally end.  “Time for the quiz!” Peg announced.  Everyone else perked up but Joe sagged in his pink Sunday dress.  “Round 1 of 20!”  Joe cringed.

When the interminable quiz reached its last round, his mother smiled at his ringlets.  “You’re going to look so cute now when you are skipping”, she told him.  “Skipping?” a number of relatives shouted into their mics.  “Oh let’s see!”

Joe was ushered out into the back garden.  His mother handed him the skipping rope while his granny positioned the laptop on the patio table.  Jenny was next door.  “Oh what cute ringlets!”  Barry was inevitably on the other side.

“OK this is the finale to our meeting” his mother announced.  Joe was cringing.  At least this would make it end.  He tried to push his petticoats down as a far as he could before he swung the rope over his head and jumped.

His petticoats whirled and his full head of ringlets danced – except for those tied up with pink ribbons.  He could hear laughter and clapping coming from the laptop.  “Count to one hundred!” his mother urged them.  Joe grimaced at her but his relatives were all counting and he had no choice but to continue skipping as they counted.  He could see from Jenny and Barry’s eyeline that his pink rumba panties were putting in an appearance.

When he finally reached one hundred they all cheered.  He desperately tried to smooth down his petticoats and felt his ringlets, thinking they must be all in disarray.  But they were all still dangling stiffly from his scalp.

“See you all next week!” his mother told the meeting.  Joe sighed heavily.  “You must practice more skipping tricks for next week’s meeting”, his mother told him.  “You can wear your Easter dress again and we’ll renew your ringlets every Sunday before the get-togethers.  “Looks like this lockdown is going to go on and on.”

[Sissy Little Girl]

DaraJaney, Josephine really hates his ringlets.  This lockdown is really a pain for him/her.  The dress, rhumba panties and ringlets were a great look for the Zoom Meeting.  Can't wait to see what his Granny and Mom come up with.  ;)

[Andlat]

At a certain point, Joe has to come to the realization he's become his mom and granny's primary source of lockdown entertainment. They've clearly gone beyond what's necessary to keep him clothed, not that I mind one bit. Almost makes me wonder if some poor boy somewhere in lockdown is getting a (admittedly less extreme) version of this in real life. It's a very large world we live in!

[babycakes]

Poor Joe(sephine).  Nothing but fancy dresses, voluminous petticoats, rhumba panties, tights and mary janes and no end in sight.  No mention of Mom lacking clothing causing one to wonder if this really was a setup to tame Joe.  As others have pondered, can't imagine Barry's "interest" in Joe's clothing escaping his mother's attention.  Can't see Barry escaping a good petticoating since he's been scolded time and again about gaping at Josephine's cute undies.  Jenny may provoke the issues due to some prior offense by Barry.

Glad you're continuing the story.  It was so unlike you to leave such a large time gap between chapters.  Was honestly concerned that you may have been unwell.

[DaraJaney]

When news came through that the lockdown was to be eased and people could travel further distances again, Joe asked if they would be able to move home so that his nightmare of having to dress and act like a sissy girl could end.

“No we must stay here and take care of your poor granny, mustn’t we?”  Joe fiddled frustratedly with the frills on his apron.  “Well, can we just go and get some of my proper clothes?” he pleaded.  “Don’t be silly!  You don’t want everyone in the neighbourhood to know that you are a boy who’s been wearing pretty girl’s clothes for the last few months do you?”  She fluffed up his petticoats while Joe sighed, realising that he would be teased endlessly about his frilly panties and lacey tights.

“Now it’s an hour til bedtime you’d better start tying up your ringlets so they’ll still be nice and bouncy in the morning.”  “Yes mother.”  As if it wasn’t humiliating enough having his hair in ringlets, it took so much work – tying up each individual ringlet in pink ribbons every night and untying them in the morning, while sitting in front of the mirror in his pretty dress.

As people could now meet outdoors, his granny had the idea of inviting one of her friends over for tea in the garden.  Mrs Winstone had been on her own through the whole lockdown and his granny was worried that she was quietly going mad.  She was rather posh which was the one thing that his granny couldn’t stand about her.  She even used to have a maid but in recent years was unable to retain anyone who would meet her high standards and demands.

As his granny and mother were discussing this, Joe came out with their tray of tea.  His granny smiled as the lace trim on his apron fluttered and his petticoats swayed as he walked.  “You know what would be really funny?” she mused.  “If Mrs Winstone thought that we had a maid!  She would be so jealous.”  They laughed at the idea.

Joe agreed to go along with the prank.  He was spending more and more time in his apron doing chores around the house and bringing them tea anyway.

In the days leading up to the visit, some parcels arrived.  Joe hadn’t paid much attention - they were getting lots of deliveries since they couldn’t go out shopping.

Two days before Mrs Winstone was to come, his granny and mother came into his bedroom in the morning with some of the boxes.  His mother took a black dress out of one of the boxes and hung it on the back of the door.  It was a maid’s uniform, black with white lace collar and trim on the sleeves and hem.  “What the ….?”  Didn’t he look enough like a maid in his apron, he thought?  Apparently not.

He got out of the bed and they got him to take off his nightie.  His granny opened another box and removed a pair of small silicone breasts!  Joe’s jaw dropped.  “We want you to show a nice shape in your uniform.”  The breasts were on bra-like straps and they quickly adjusted them to give him nice little boobs.

While Joe was somewhat mesmerised by his new acquisition, his mother held up a particularly large pair of knickers.  She made him step into them and when she pulled them up, he realised that there were thick pads in the bottom and over the hips.  Next was a basque with waist clincher and bra cups.  His mother hooked him up at the back and the stiff wire under the bra cups presented his new little boobs nicely.

Joe noticed four straps dangling from the basque.  He examined them and when he looked up, his mother was rolling up a black stocking.  Once his stockings were attached to the suspender straps his granny took the maid’s dress, threw it over his head and zipped it up.  Immediately his mother took one of his petticoats, made him step into it, pulled it up under his uniform and tied it in place at his higher, narrower waist.  Then they produced a full white apron, tied it around his waist on a big bow and settled the frilly starched straps over his shoulders.

“Now for your make-up!”  Joe emitted regular protests and yelped occasionally when something hurt but there was no stopping the two women on their mission.  They applied foundation, drew dark eye-brows, eye-liner and eye-shadow before gluing on false eye-lashes and thickening them with mascara.  They drew thick red lips with the stick and powdered some blush on his cheeks.

They placed a lacey headband into his ringlets and gave him white gloves which had lace trim at the wrists.  Finally his mother took a pair of black high-heels from another box.  She strapped them on and they pulled him to his feet.  He stumbled in the four-inch heels.  They made him wobble across the room.  “I can’t walk in these!” he protested.  “Don’t worry”, his mother smiled. “You have a couple of days to practice and get used to them.”

Joe looked in the mirror.  At least his maid’s uniform came almost to his knees.  He stood sideways to appreciate the little boobs pressing through the bib of his apron.  His petticoats stood out perkily over his padded bottom and hips.  “Now!” his granny declared.  “Time for you to make our breakfast!”  Joe sighed heavily.

[Andlat]

Oh, dear! Barry might just faint if he sees Joe in his maid outfit!

[Sissy Little Girl]

DaraJaney, Poor Josephine.  Now he has to play maid for his mom and granny.  The next part of this story should be real interesting.  Mrs Winstone is going to be surprised by the maid that his granny has.

GREAT story chapter.  More please. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)