Pink Panties

[gunrunner]

billykins, at this point, will you complete the story? I really wanted to see the outcome of their trip to Texas.
Thank you for what you have posted. I enjoyed it while it was here.
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[billykins]

57.
Archie was furious.  Once out of the window he rounded on Trish, eyes filling with tears.
“Why did you do that?  That wasn’t fair!  I was doing what you wanted – see how many customers I attracted!  Then you tried to embarrass me!”
“Well I’m sorry, young man,” Trish began, “but you were getting out of hand.  I mean…”
Bur Susan cut her off, with a finger to her lips.
“Archie, don’t you get it?  It was all part of the act.  You did great!”
“What?  What do you mean…all part of the act…”
“It was a show, that’s all.  It’s my fault – I should have explained everything from the beginning, but at the start we weren’t sure whether you were a good actor or not, so we had to play it by ear.  It turns out you’re the best!  You really know how to play the audience.  Thanks to you, I’m sure we’ll get loads of new customers.  We’re going to have to reward you in some way.”
“Oh…you are?  Did you really think I was good?”  His tears had dried up and he was looking at Susan expectantly.
“Good?  You were brilliant!”
The spectators were filing back into the shop, Millie and the girls jumping with excitement.
“Girls – you have a really talented friend here,” said Susan, putting a hand on Archie’s shoulder.  “that whole performance was ad-libbed by Archie here, and we’re going to find a way to reward him.  I can see you all enjoyed it.”
The girls may not have fully understood what Susan was implying, but they quickly got the message he was being praised, and started cheering and mobbing him.  Millie pushed her way to the front and grabbed his hand.
“Miss, Archie’s one of my best friends.  I taught him all about Irish dancing, too.  Didn’t I Archie?”
“Yeah, well, sort of…”
“Mummy -  Archie was great, wasn’t he?”
“Ah, Megan,” said Susan, “could we have a word?  I really want to reward Archie for today, and I have a great idea.”  She winked
“Of course, Susan…  Shall we…?”  She nodded towards the counter.
“Not necessary.  This is something Archie and even the girls might like to hear too.”
“Oh, right.”
“You remember I mentioned that friend of mine?  Brenda?  The lady with the acting school…”
“Oh!  Her.  Yes, I remember.  The acting school.  Quite.  The one that’s very difficult to get into.”
“Yes, that’s her.  Well you know, she owes me a favour.  And it’s possible – just possible – that I could get Archie here to the front of the queue.  If he wanted to train as an actor, that is…”
“Yes!  Yes, I do, miss.  Please…”
“Well all I can do is ask, you understand.  I can’t guarantee anything.  There’s such a demand, that’s the problem.”
“Oh, yes.  It’s quite exclusive, I believe.”
“Very – a handful of students, just a handful.”
“Well I’ll have to ask his mother…  And then there’s the fees…”
“Please, Mrs Price.  Ask her.  Can you ring her now?”
“Archie, don’t be so impatient.  First of all Susan has to find out whether there’s even a place for you.  And your sister will talk to your mother about it.  Right, Sinead?”
“Definitely.  Leave it to me.”
“Yes, Mrs Price is right, Archie.  Brenda’s away till tomorrow, so I can’t speak to her until then.  But as for the fees, Megan, in payment for Archie’s work today, I would cover the first three months.  By that time he should have decided whether or not he wanted to carry on.”
“I would!  I’d train very hard, miss.”
“He would, miss,” piped up Millie.  “He worked so hard at Irish dancing, and now he’s one of the best dancers.”
“Yeah, I’m better than Conor…”
“He is!”
“Conor…?” queried Susan.
“Oh, his best friend,” said Megan.
“Hmm.  Two of them…”  She looked thoughtful.
“Yes,” said Megan, with a mischievous smile.  “That’s right.  You know they both do Irish dancing – in proper costumes…”  It was her turn to wink.
“Oh, yes, it’s true,” put in Millie, authoritatively.  “They both like it so much they wear girls’ costumes.  They look great.  Archie’s a natural, aren’t you, Archie?”
“My teacher says so.  She says I’m as good as the girls.”
Susan was fascinated.
“So you pass as a girl?  I mean, you’re graceful enough to…”
“Oh yes.  I can easily pass as a girl.  Can’t I, Millie?  My new best friend Patrick thought I was a girl!  Girls’ clothes are nice, actually.  They make me feel sort of light and bouncy.”
“And baby clothes?”
“They’re sort of fun.  I don’t mind really…”
“I’m asking because if Brenda were to take you on you’d probably have to be able to play girls’ and babies’ parts…”
“No problem, miss!”
“Well that’s great.  I’ll talk to Brenda tomorrow, and Sinead, if you could ask Archie’s mum…”
“Certainly.”
So it was agreed.  The ladies exchanged numbers, and the entire party departed, even more excited than when they had arrived.

[gunrunner]

Thank you for the update.

[billykins]

58.
Susan congratulated herself on the way she had turned the situation to her advantage.  Archie was exactly the type Brenda was looking for.  She got on the phone right away.
“Brenda darling.  How are you?  Yes, I’m fine.  Well, I’ll tell you.  I think I’ve got you a new recruit.  What?  Not half.  Pretty as a picture.  In fact, he’s half way there.  Does Irish dancing…wait for it…in a girl’s costume!  Yes.  And his friend.  No, I haven’t.  But if he’s half as cute…  Hahaha…  So you’re interested.  Don’t worry, I’ll pay his expenses.  Yes.  Yes dear, I’m the same as you.  It’s a public service, isn’t it, turning these boys into sweet little girls and babies?  So nice to know they’re not going to grow up to be football hooligans or rapists.  Do I what?  Oh…  I’m not sure.  If they’re ugly, they look so stupid in women’s stuff, which makes me laugh.  If they’re cute…well, my heart melts.  I just want to cuddle and mother them.  Either way is okay with me.  His name?  Archie.  Yes, Archie.  I don’t know…  Arlene?  What?  Artemesia?  Never heard of it.  Isn’t that when you can’t remember things?  Flower?  Is it?  No, something simple’s best – Anna, or Abby or something.  Anyway…no, that’s not a name.  His sister’s going to consult his mother first, so don’t get your hopes up yet.  She’ll probably want to visit you.  But I have to go.  Be in touch soon, then.  Yes.  Absolutely, sweetie.  Bye then…”
Susan blew out her cheeks.  “Phew.  Crazy.  But she’s bloody good at what she does…”

Archie, convinced he was the hero of the hour, made his triumphant way back to the house with Millie on one arm and Lily on the other, pink latex pants rustling as he walked.  Megan had a satisfied smile on her face.  Sinead caught her eye and had to cover her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“That Susan!  Do you think she’ll really fit him up with her friend?  Mum’s going to be hysterical if she does.”
“She seemed serious.  I think Archie might fit right in, don’t you?  He loves all this dressing up.”
“He just loves pretty outfits.  Fair enough.  He always did, ever since he was little.  But Conor…?  I know they like to compete with each other, but I’m not sure...”

When Sinead and Archie got home that evening, Archie ran straight to his mother.
“Mum?  Can I go to drama school?”
“What?”
“Hold on Archie.  Let me explain to mum,” interrupted Sinead.
“But…”
“Shush for a moment.  Mum, We met a nice lady today whose friend runs…well, I’ll explain to you later.  Anyway, she thought Archie was such a good actor…in his baby outfit…which he was, mind…  Maybe a bit too good when he was showing off in that shop window.”
“Shop window?”
“I wasn’t showing off!”
“I’ll explain everything, mum.  Don’t worry, Archie, I’ll explain everything and we’ll see what mum thinks, okay?”
“But Sinead…”
“That’s enough.  It’s bed time and you need to calm down.  Too much sugar today.  Come on.”  She took him by the wrist.  “I’ll read you a story…”

After he was asleep Sinead told Mrs Donnelly the whole story. 
“Susan seems nice, but you’d have to speak to her and Brenda.  I thought it would be funny if Archie turned out like cousin Phelan!  He seems to have the same instincts.”
“Well, I’m all in favour of encouraging his feminine side.  He’s a changed boy since he started at Daly’s Darlings.  And he really seems to love wearing girls’ clothes.”
“He did a fairly convincing baby, too, today – you should have seen him.  Well, you will, I’m sure.  All the girls were videoing him in the shop window.”
“Let me do some research then.  I’ll put him out of his misery as soon as I can.”

[billykins]

59.
The following morning Myra called Susan, and a few minutes later Brenda called Myra.
“Is that Mrs Donnelly?”
“Speaking.”
“It’s Brenda Hibbert.  You wanted to speak to me about your son?”
“Archie.  Yes.  I’ve been advised you might be prepared to take him on.  Could you tell me a little bit about what you do, and what students you have already?”
“Briefly, Mrs Donnelly…”
“Myra, please…”
“Myra…  Briefly, I take on two types of boys, those who behaviour is too disruptive and difficult, and who need to be taught more feminine or sometimes juvenile ways – and those who are already drawn to them.  I use gentleness and persuasion, but also, I have to tell you, in some cases I use coercion.  That is to say not physical, but psychological coercion.  From what Susan’s told me about Archie, I don’t think that would ever be appropriate for him.  If he inclines to the feminine, I can make the transition easier for him.  The main consideration is that you must approve of the process and of my methods.  I wouldn’t expect you – no, I wouldn’t allow you to make a decision without witnessing one of my sessions and discussing it with me face to face.”
“That’s very reassuring, Brenda.”
“We have classes from ten tomorrow.  You’d be very welcome to attend.”
“I’d love to.  Give me your address.”
“I’ll text it to you.  Come a little early if you can, and I’ll show you round…”

The house was in a quiet street, detached and set back from the road.  Myra parked in the drive and rang the bell.  Somewhat to her surprise the door was answered by a thirtyish blonde in a full traditional maid’s outfit, all in black except for a white rubber apron and white rubber gloves.
“Oh…I was looking for Mrs Hibbert…”
Before the maid could reply, Brenda Hibbert appeared behind her.
“Myra?  Sorry, I was just on the phone.  Please come in.  Sandra, could we have the mat in the nursery today, please?  It would probably be more convenient than the changing room.”
“Certainly, madam.”
“Come this way, Myra,” she said, leading her down a central passage.  “I’ll give you a quick tour.  There’ll be three boys here today, but I think that’s enough for you to assess what we do.  So today I only have maid Sandra and auntie Frances assisting, but they’re both extremely efficient.  Now…”
She opened a door on the left. 
“It’s a nice big house, thank goodness, so we can have several designated rooms.  This is the general playroom, suitable for big girls and infants.  There’s a small babies’ corner, as you can see, with a big baby-walker, and lots of baby toys, and that side of the room’s dedicated to girls’ play.”
Myra looked around.  Two large dolls’ houses, lots of dolls, a pink plastic dressing table with all sorts of makeup and jewellery and hair ornaments, a dress-up corner with a wardrobe and a chest of drawers and dresses of all sorts on a rack – ballet, ball-gowns, party dresses…everything a little girl could desire.
“With three or four boys in here we need at least two supervisors.  Sandra specialises in the babies.  We have “aunties” for the girls.  They have to be able to be strict when necessary – there are rare occasions when those boyish traits bubble back up to the surface and need to be suppressed quickly.”
“I see…”
“A quick slap on the leg is usually enough.  Very rarely we have to remind them of their early performances.  A trip to the video room invariably does the trick.”
“Okay...”
“Now we can go and see the nursery, then I think the schoolroom – auntie Sadie is a very strict teacher – then the dining room, the changing room, the bedroom for little naps or overnight stays, and you’ll see we have lots of nice apparatus in the back garden for them to play on.  But the main part of the training for the girls is deportment and behaviour.  That’s auntie Frances.” 
“May I ask, Brenda, how did you get into this profession?”
“I’m trained as a child psychologist.  I worked in family therapy for nearly twenty years.  I saw so many boys who simply needed to be retrained as girls, and they would have been happy and pleasant people.  But the parents so often couldn’t see it – or more often the mother could see it, but the father wouldn’t have it.  It was frustrating.  It’s only now that I feel truly fulfilled.”
“I can’t wait to see some of your students…”
“You won’t have to.  I hear a ring at the bell now.  Let’s go to my office.  I’ve asked for the boys to be brought to see me first.”

[billykins]

60.
Brenda led Myra into her office, for all the world like an old-fashioned headmistress’s office, with a nameplate on the door – “Miss Hibbert” – and an oak desk.  She seated Myra in an oak chair to one side, and took her place behind the desk.  Figures appeared behind the frosted glass of the door.
“Ah.  This looks like baby Sam.”
A knock.
“Come in.”
“Sam has arrived miss,” said Sandra.  “His mother was busy so she just dropped him off.  She asked me to tell you he’s been a good boy all the week, and to thank you.  She said he dresses himself in his baby things every morning now, without any help.”
“Good morning, Sam.  How are you today?  So you’ve been a good little baby boy.  Well done.”
Sam was around fourteen, Myra guessed.  He had dark curly hair and a big smile on his face.  He wore yellow bootees with green crocodile faces, yellow latex elasticated pants over a very puffy nappy, and a short green nylon jacket over a yellow vest.  He had a pacifier on a ribbon around his neck, and carried a baby bottle half full of orange juice in one hand, and a scruffy looking stuffed mouse in the other.
“Thank you, miss.  Miss?”
“Yes, Sam?”
“Is Davinia going to be here today?”
“She should be…”
“She said I could play with the big dolls’ house with her during free time.  Can I?”
“I don’t see why not.  But she’ll be with auntie Frances for deportment until eleven…”
“That’s fine.  Thank you miss!”
He grinned, popped his pacifier into his mouth, took Sandra’s hand, and allowed himself to be led away.
“What a cute little boy!”
“He wasn’t always like that.  Wait till you see Davinia.  She was David, and a real tearaway.  She should be here any minute…”

[gunrunner]

billykins, thank you for the updates. It is good to see you are back and continuing your story.