Part 17
Their cruel plans to reduce me to little girlhood were working all to
well, I was so pleased to be out of nappies I was almost smiling at my
reflection as mother put me in the party frock and under pinnings I had worn
the day before. Mother stood behind me and swished my rustling skirts
against my thighs, she reminded me about Elizabeth and Pete's impending
visit. My heart dropped again, was there to be no respite from my constant
humiliation. "Pweath mummy "
I lisped in my best voice, pressing my knees
together, hoping to please her in acting so girlish, "I don't need a baby thiter,
I can wook after mythelf". The picture I presented in the mirror was one of a
simpering little girl, totally incapable of performing such a grown up act.
"How old are you Johnathan?" mother asked in exasperation. "Thix
mummy" I lowered my long eye lashes and blushed deeply. "What sort of a
mother would I be if I left such a sweet six year old on her own" she
explained carefully as if talking to a real child "little girls like you are not
capable of taking care of themselves are they Johnathan". "No mummy".
"Who will put you on your potty or put you in your nappy and get you ready
for bed, you cannot do it can you" she went on. "No mummy" my bottom lip
was beggining to tremble. "See you are going to cry again" she pointed out
handing me a tissue "you are a little girl Johnathan, you will have a baby
sitter, now be a good girl and play on Mr. Neddy until the girls get home
from school".
She wiped my tears, told me to blow my nose, then tucked a
little lacy handkercheif in my knicker leg. "That is where little girls keep their
hankies" she told me "if you were a boy you would have pockets, but your
not are you Johnathan?". "No mummy" I snivelled. The pain in my groin
was not as intense as the day before as I rocked to and fro looking out of the
bedroom window, once again I saw the school bus approaching, it stopped,
Lesley, Caroline and three other girls jumped off.
Lesley pointed up at me, the children in the bus looked up at where Lesley indicated and waved, I could see them laughing. I prepared myself for further humiliation as the giggling girls ran up the stairs. "Here he is our little sister" Lesley sneered dragging me from the rocking horse aand making me curtsey to her friends. "This is his cot" she showed them my childish bed, "he has to go to bed at 6.30 every evening in his cot" she told them "and he has to wear a nappy so he doesn't wet the mattress" she told her laughing audience.
They were shown all my dresses, my little baby shoes, my dolls and my frilly drawers. "Pweath mith I need a wee-wee" I had to say and I was put on my potty. I
was taken outside in the garden where I was given instruction in curtseying,
my efforts were far to clumsy for such a pretty girl I was told. I was given a
skipping rope and made to recite nursery rhymes as they turned the rope.
Mother wheeled my buggy into the garden to show them and told Lesley and
Caroline they could take me out in it whenever they wanted. We had a trial
run with me in the pushchair and the laughing girls pushing me around the
garden. Their friends stopped for tea, it caused great hilarity seeing me in a
highchair and using a toddlers beaker.
Mother kept them further amused telling them about my day as a baby, how I'd been breast fed and my trip to the chemist. The girls loved it, Caroline's and Lesley's friends had to be forced to go home, they were told they could visit any time they wished. Lesley and Caroline went to get changed for their outing with their mother, I was put on the floor, in front of the television and made to watch a "My Little Pony" video. Jemima was put in my lap, I had to sit with my legs apart
and straight, just like a little girl. "Do not move a muscle" I was warned and
left alone.
The video was almost finished when the doorbell rang. I felt sick.
"I'll get it" Caroline's voice rang out. "Elizabeth, Pete do come in" I heared
her say "Johnathans in the lounge watching t.v.". I heared their steps behind
me as the cartoon was just finishing, I felt my neck and face burn with
embarresment. "Johnathan look who's come to see you" Elizabeth said. I
could not bring myself to look round "Oh he's shy" she giggled "he's only a
little girl Pete". Elizabeth stepped over my outstretched legs and switched
the television off. She looked down at me, her brown eyes twinkling with
evil intent. Pete joined her, put his arm around her waist and looked at me,
shaking his head in disbelief. I knew I was going to cry. They looked so tall,
I felt like a child as I looked up and burst into tears. "He is such a cry baby
these days Pete" Elizabeth laughed taking my dummy off the sideboard.
"Does the little girl want his dummy" Elizabeth offered "is the big man
frightening you Johnathan". "Yeth mith " I squeaked. She pushed it in my
lips. "He won't hurt you, stand up Johnathan and say hello to your friend"
she ordered. I got to my feet, displaying my frilly bottom as I did,
I put my hands behind my back "Hewwo Pete" I said. 'What a state to be in" he
laughed "you great big fairy". He turned to Elizabeth "How could you go out
with that" he sneered then kissed her full on the lips. "Oh Pete not in front of
the little girl" she said. "Little giirls shouldn't be watching" he said "they
should be playing with their dollies. You talk to your doll while Elle and me
do adult things Johnathan, and let me hear you".
He embraced Elizabeth again, I was too embarresed and jealous to say anything. "I thought I told you to talk to your dolly Johnathan" he said angrily "perhaps I should spank your bottom for not doing as your told". He grabbed my arm "No, no, let me go" I screamed "let me go", my skirts flying everywhere as he easily
dragged me over to a chair. "What is going on here" mother stormed in,
followed by Lesley and Caroline. Pete let my arm go, I stood there sobbing,
rubbing my wrist, where Pete had grabbed me. "Johnathan was being a
naughty little girl" Elizabeth said "he would not talk to his dolly when Pete
told him to. Pete was going to spank him".
Mother turned to Pete "I'm sorry Peter, I will not allow you to spank Johnathan with your bare hand" she said. She was the last person I had expected to come to my rescue. "You can use a slipper though" she laughed. Every one cheered as I broke down and cried. Pete sat on a chair, mother handed him the hard soled slipper. "Come over here little girl, I am going to spank you" Pete said. "Go on Johnathan, go to Uncle Peter and ask him to punish you for being a naughty little girl" mother ordered "and don't forget to curtsey".
I could feel all their eyes on me as I minced over to my worst enemy, I swallowed hard, took my skirts in my fingers and curtseyed in front of him. "I have been a vewy naughty wittle girl" I said in a high pitched whisper "pwease could you spank my bottom Uncle Peter". I curtseyed again. "With pleasure Johnathan" he laughed "over uncle's knee little girl". I lowered myself across his denim clad knees whimpering. I felt my skirts being lifted out of the way, he grasped me
tightly, then I heared the slipper cut the air as he brought it down on my frilly
knickers. WHAK,WHAK,WHAK.
I screamed as each blow fell on my unprotected bottom. He pushed me to the floor when he had finished, I lay there crying, a blubbering wreck, my masses of skirts all awry. "GET UP, JOHNATHAN" mother shouted "your showing everyone your frillies, even little girls need to learn not to show their pretty panties off, especially when there are boys present". She adjusted my dress "Now thank Uncle Peter for
punishing you and tell him you will be a good little girl from now on" she
ordered. I stood in front of the boy I hated, ribbons in my hair, wearing a
dress, sobbing heavily, "Fank you for my spanking, Uncle Peter, I'll be a
good wittle girl".
He grinned, he knew exactly what it meant to me to have to
submit to him in this humiliating way. "We are going now" mother
announced "see you are a good little girl for Aunty Elizabeth and Uncle Peter
or you will regret it tomorrow" she warned, pushing my dummy in my
mouth to stop me crying. "Yeth mummy, I'll be a good wittle girl" I wailed.
"You go and enjoy yourselves" Elizabeth smiled pulling me onto her knee
"he'll be fine with us". "I've made his bottle and his nightie is all ready on
his cot" mother told her, she kissed my forehead, "Nighty-night Johnathan",
then they were gone.
This was the moment I had dreaded, being left alone
with my ex-girlfriend and Pete. "You are absolutely pathetic Johnathan" he
sneered "how could you let them do this to you, you big pansy", he pulled
me off Elizabeth's knee and grabbed my crutch. "Elle tells me you have a
fanny now that you're a girl", he tore down my knickers, I was powerless to
stop him. "Look at that", he laughed "you've got no balls, you're a girl".
Only a few weeks ago I was capable of beating him in a fight, but now due
to the drugs, humiliation and spankings I had been given, I was reduced to
pleading for his mercy, like a little girl. "Pweath Uncle Peter wet me go" I
wailed. He revelled in my situation. "You're a disgrace to the male sex,
allowing yourself to be dressed in girls clothes" he sneered "I'm going to
make sure you will never be male again".
Elizabeth went to the nursery, she returned carrying a bundle of clothes, "I can't wait to put him in a nappy" she laughed unfolding the white terry nappy on the floor "bring him over here Pete". I stood with my head bowed in shame as she stripped me in front of him, Pete laughed at my bright red bottom and my lack of male organs. "He should have his prick cut off, not hid under that plastic pussy" he said. "His mother mentioned a clinic close-by that she might send him to"
Elizabeth told him. I sat on the nappy. "I'd love to see him sent there" Pete
said. "So would I" Elizabeth laughed, "then he would be a proper girl".
"Let's tell his mother we caught him wanking in his nappy" he suggested.
"Would she believe us" Elizabeth was taken by the idea,
I listened horrified. "She would if there was evidence" he said, he held up a condom, "I could put spunk in this, then put it in his nappy, he wouldn't be able to get it out once I sqeezed it in". "And I could help you fill that condom" she giggled lust in her eyes "let's do it". I was left sitting on the open nappy, told not to move,
while they went upstairs. Later they returned,
Elizabeth looked flushed her clothed in disaray, Pete looked glassy eyed. "Look what Uncle Pete's got for you Johnathan" holding up the condom, it now had thick semen in the end. "A real man's spunk Johnathan, and it is going to get your balls cut off" he laughed sqeezing the contents into the nappy. "Look at him just sitting there letting us do it" Elizabeth laughed "even though he knows it will mean his
prick and balls will be removed". "You would think he would put a bit of a
fight" Pete scoffed "there it is Johnathan all soaking in and staining your
nappy".
I sat there watching the dark yellow stain appear as the semen
soaked gradually in. "I still can't believe he didn't try to stop us" Elizabeth
said as she pinned the nappy to me, making sure the stain was in the most
incriminating place "he deserves to have a real fanny, in fact I wish I was the
one cutting his manhood off, it would give me great satisfaction to know I
actually castrated him". Pete hugged her and french kissed her. "You cruel
bitch" he laughed. "It would be cruel to do it to a real man like you" she
gasped "but not a fairy like him". Elizabeth finished dressing me, put me on
her knee and fed me my bottle. "Whose going to have his balls cut off
Johnathan, whose going to be a real little girl" she mocked as I suc-ked my
teat.
I made up my mind there and then to run away. I didn't know where
I'd go, I just knew I had to get away from this house as soon as possible.
Tonight I would wait until it was dark and just go. But the drugs in the milk
were taking effect, I could feel myself getting weaker, I tried to stop
swallowing the liquid, Janet would have none of it. "Dwink all your milky
up baby, then you will sweepy all the night" she sang. I was almost asleep
when she put me in my cot. "Nighty-night Johnathan" Elizabeth raised the cot
side. "STAY AWAKE, STAY AWAKE" my male subconcious screamed
"YOU HAVE GOT TO GET AWAY, STAY AWAKE". "Night-night Aunty
Ewizabeth" I heared a little girls voice say as I drifted into unconciousness.
"Sweet dreams little girl" Elizabeth's voice echoed in my head.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Forced Into Frillies and Frocks by Johnathan (Read 54777 times)
