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Myra and Brenda were left alone.
“May I ask you…what are your first impressions?”
“Oh, I love what you’re doing, Brenda. Simone makes a lovely girl. I’d be surprised if David – Davinia, I mean – didn’t fall for him after very long. But David himself!” She giggled. “I could see that the poor boy was not at all happy. Nevertheless he concentrated so hard on his little girl act. That must have taken quite a lot of training…”
“Training and discipline. Would you like to go and see how they’re getting on with auntie Frances? She does the deportment training.”
“I’d love to…”
“Come on then…”
“So David’s quite docile now…”
“Oh, he’s terrified I’ll show his mates his videos. Well, it’s not surprising. He likes certain types of dolls. His sister had this Gothic Lolita one, with a lovely frilly shiny black dress and stripy socks. Tulip, she was called. There’s this video – I’ll show you later if you like, though I oughtn’t – he talks to it all the time he’s – you know – “Hi Tulip…David has a nice present for you today. Just stand there… Shut your eyes… Good girl… Now David will show you how much he likes you…” And off he goes. Three times! That poor doll! He got so carried away it would have been four if his mother hadn’t walked in on him. We even got that on video. Her reaction was priceless!”
“But…what happened to the doll…?”
“Tulip? Poor thing, she had to be replaced.”
“Oh dear.”
“Yes, that was the last straw. Now he’s under our care, and I believe with enough discipline he’ll eventually transition to a nice, obedient little girl. That’s how it works with the juvenile ones. With continual training practice they forget how to be boys. It becomes second nature to behave like girls, and they get attached to the all the care and attention and never want to go back. Same with baby training. Several of our graduates are happily married as adult babies. Sometimes I hear from them telling me how good their mummy is, how she’s bought them some really pretty new rubber panties or a special dummy – stuff like that. It’s so encouraging to think I can help these boys like that.”
“But you have to catch them early, I guess.”
“Oh, the earlier the better. Otherwise we have to use coercion – initially at least – like with David. Well, here we are. This is the gym. Let’s take a peek, shall we?”
Brenda opened the door and they slipped quietly in so as not to disturb proceedings. Auntie Frances was a slim middle-aged woman with her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a white shirt, cream riding breeches and knee boots.
“She looks like she’s just got off her horse,” whispered Myra.
“Frances rides, and she’s found wearing her riding gear for lessons seems to give her greater authority. The boys obey her without question.”
“I can understand why…” mused Myra, listening to Frances’s clipped instructions.
“Simone. Very good, sweetie. Nice posture. Remember to swing those hips. Imagine you’re on a catwalk. I’m sure you will be one day. That’s right. Perfect. Very ladylike. I’m going to put a gold star in your book today.”
“Thank you, miss!”
“Davinia darling… Did you choose those bloomers yourself? No, I don’t like them. Proper panties in future, please. What did you say? Your device? I don’t care if it shows! Nice tight satin panties is what you need, young lady. Little girls are supposed to show off their panties. Didn’t you know that? Well, didn’t you?”
“Yeth, mith…but…”
“No buts, or you be over my knee tomorrow. You know what tomorrow is, don’t you?”
“Er…curt-theying, mith?”
“Yes. Curtseying. And so?”
“I have to wear a thpecial dreth…?”
“Yes. I want to see you in a nice bouncy layered skirt. Shiny and short please. I want to see your panties, Davinia. In any case, it’ll make it easier for you to pick up the hem as you go down. Now, you still haven’t learned how to be well-behaved, have you. You’ve had a sulky face on you since you arrived. What did you say? That’s what eight-year-old girls are like? Well, missy, you should know – you used to mess with them all the time. But understand this, Davinia, you’ll behave like a good little eight-year-old, or you’ll find yourself dropped off at school in your best dress! Then you will have something to sulk about!”
“Mith, pleath… I’m really trying…”
“Well I should hope so. Let’s start again. Wait, let me sit down. Now, I’m your mother’s best friend. It’s my daughter’s birthday party. You’re bringing me a plate of birthday cake. Right. Off you go.”
David approached, carrying a plate on a tray.
“Good morning, Mrs Brown. Thank you for inviting me to Thally’s party. I’m having thuch fun! I put on my betht dreth and pantith – I hope you like them. May I offer you thome birthday cake?”
“Better, Davinia, but don’t be in such a rush. And when you mention your panties, remember to proudly lift your skirt to show me. Ladies like that sort of thing. It’s so cute. Cute, that’s the key. Again. And this time, one hundred percent cute, please.”
“Yeth, mith Franceth….”
On the way back to the office they ran into Sam, skipping along happily in front of Sandra.
“Hello again,” smiled Myra. “What have you been up to this morning, baby Sam?”
“Hello, miss. I’ve bin to playroom. I played with bricks and dollies and…all sorts of things. Mikey played too!”
“Mikey?”
He held up his mouse.
“Ah!”
“And auntie Sandra says she’s going to get me a pwetty pink wubber onesie with dollies a swawbewwies all over it…”
“Wubber? Sandra?” queried Brenda.
“He’s had a few accidents lately, madam, and they take quite a bit of washing. I saw it in the big AB catalogue. He’ll look really pretty in it.”
“I’m sure he will. I didn’t know we could get such a thing. Good work.”
“My Archie would love something like that,” smiled Myra. “Sam? Would you like a little baby friend to play with? My Archie loves his baby things. He’s just a bit younger than you.”
“Ooh, yes please,” he replied, excitedly. “Will he be coming soon?”
“We’ll see. I hope so…” And she gave Brenda a broad wink.