part 4
I watched Mrs Marwell walk to the wardrobe, she had her back to me, I looked around the room for a weapon. I didn't really want to harm her just incapacitate her so I could run for it. A chair, that would do, quietly I picked up a ladder backed chair, it was heavier that I thought. Now, I'm only about five foot eight tall in my bare feet and weigh about sixty kilos, so I'm not exactly Swarzennegger, but even so I should've been able to manage a small chair! I staggered sideways, it must be those damned drugs. Mrs Marwell hearing strange noises turned, and saw me wrestling with the chair. She looked at me with a sad expression, "Oh Stephenie, I was hoping it wouldn't come to this," she stepped forward and gently took the chair from me. "MARY, come here and bring my pacifier!" she called. A few moments later
Mary arrived carrying what looked like a short thin cricket bat. "Mary, help Stephenie assume the position." Mary took me by the back of my head and bent me over, "Take your ankles in each hand." As I did so, Mary lifted the skirt of the dress on to my back and pulled down my tights and nappy around my knees. She stepped back, not wishing to be in the firing line! Mary handed the 'pacifier' to her boss. "Thank you Mary." The tension was unbearable, then, WHACK! the force of the blow nearly knocked me over. The pain was unbelieveable. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I screamed fit to burst my lungs! "Now, stand up." Mrs Marwell ordered. I stood. My bottom was a cauldron of agony. "Don't ever try that again, you WILL be my daughter no matter what you think, forget about escape, where would you go? especially dressed like that, next time I won't be so gentle with you!" I stood there bawling like a three year old. "Right, as I said, lets get you kitted out in a uniform." she returned to the wardrobe. Mary began undressing me. I stood in the centre of the room naked. Mrs Marwell turned from the wardrobe carrying an armload of clothing. "Here, you are a big girl now, dress youself." she dropped the clothes on the bed. "I'll be back in a few minutes to collect you, so hurry up girl. And if you're not ready, my pacifier will be warming your bottom again." She left with Mary. I looked down at the pile of clothes. I picked up a lacy vest and shuddered, then thought about the 'pacifier', I quickly donned the vest, next, navy blue sckhool knickers, a white blouse, navy blue pleated skirt, white ankle socks and a pair of black sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror, a picture of stupidity. Actually, I looked like a schoolgirl, which was worse. Mrs Marwell entered, "Excellent, you look just the part." she led me out into the corridor and into the room next door. It was a small room decked out like a classroom for one person. Desk, blackboard, books I was told I would be lectured here for another six months until Mrs Marwell was satisfied I could pass muster as a young lady. That would be never, I thought. I was to be proved so wrong! So for the few hours I was told what was expected of me, how I would be trained to cook, sew, behave in a feminine way in all things, how to apply make-up, sit properly, walk properly, talk properly, in short, I was going to be, whether I liked it or not, a WOMAN!! I was told in no uncertain terms that escape was impossible, and any attempts to do so would be treated with very severely. During all this I didn't utter a single word until the lesson was over, when Msr Marwell said, "Do you understand?" "Yes, Mrs Marwell." I said glumly. "Cheer up, it won't be so bad, you will, I feel sure, come to enjoy yourself." Never, I thought with absolute certainty. "Oh and by the way," she continued, "You may call me Auntie Mildred, OK?" she smiled a sweet smile. "Yes, er Auntie Mildred." "Splendid," she rubbed her hands together, "Well I think class is dismissed for today, pop back to your room and Mary will help you change into something less formal, something more frivolous for a young girl like you." I did not like the sound of that at all. I shuffled from the room back into my bedroom. Mary was waiting, she gestured to the bed where a selection of clothes were laid out. I stared at the clothes, "NO, no way, I'm not wearing those," I backed away from the bed and straight into the arms of Mrs Marwell, who had followed me into the room. I turned, "Please Auntie, I can't wear those things, I just can't." she looked at me "CAN'T? you can, and you will, right now!" Between them they removed my school uniform and hung it away. I began crying. I felt helpless, useless. "NO, I won't!" my last act of defiance, foolish act of defiance as it turned out. The 'pacifier' had somehow materialised in the hand of Mrs Marwell and I was being helped into a bending position. WHACK! Just the one hit was enough. I was bawling like the little girl I was supposed to be. "Are you ready now, Stephenie?" "Yes Auntie," I snivelled. "Good girl, now, Mary will stay and help you get dressed, just this once." so saying she left, swishing the bat through the air playfully.
"OK, now stop crying and go and have a quick shower, then we can get you dressed, and put an end to all this silliness, go on!" Mary clapped her hands dimissively. Five minutes later I emerged from the shower clean, but not refreshed. Mary tied my hair into a short ponytail, "Right lets get on with it." She handed me a white satin and lace camisole top, then tremblingly I dressed myself. I donned white satin frilled knickers, a short taffetta waist slip, a pink and white gingham satin frock which was about eight inches above the knee, and ballooned out alarmingly over the slip, white lace ankle socks and pink Mary Jane shoes. The dress was tied with a huge wide pink satin bow at the back and my hair tied with a similar ribbon. I felt ridiculous. "There, thats not so bad is it?" said Mary, taking my hand and leading me from the room and downstairs. We went down to the garden again. We passed a large mirror in the hallway, I saw a very pretty French maid holding the hand of a very big little girl, who was horribly concious of the loud rustling of his/her petticoats and the cool breeze blowing up the skirts of his/her dress.....
part 5
Mary tugged my hand, "Stop admiring yourself in the mirror you little tart," she chided. ADMIRING myself! absolutely horrified at my ludicrous appearance more like! Mary pushed open the french windows which led out into the garden, it was still very sunny and warm, the sun had moved round so now the whole of the back of the house was bathed in sunshine. Ushering me outside, she said "You can sit out here for half an hour or so until tea is ready, I'll let you know when it's done." She went back into the house. I walked to the edge of the patio, the slight breeze ruffled my skirts disturbingly, I felt absolutely awful dressed like a little girl. Suddenly, I was aware of someone behind me. I turned quickly and gasped, my stomach cartwheeled, I didn't know what to do, run, hide, what, where?! I blushed crimson and stuttered, "I'I'I!!" Standing before me was a strikingly tall woman, stunningly attractive with long fair hair. She was wearing a lilac silk skirt suit over a high collared lace blouse. She smiled at me."Come and sit down, please don't be embarrassed," she had a warm rich voice which put me at ease, slightly. She indicated one of two chairs facing the garden. I walked to the chair acutely aware of my appearance, as I turned to sit, a sharp gust of wind blew my skirts up, exposing my frilly satin knickers. I fought with the dress whining, "Oh no!" The woman didn't laugh, she simply said, "That's a very pretty pair of panties you're wearing, I'm sure they're lovely to wear." I just sat, avoiding her eyes.
She walked on long shapely legs to the other chair and sat gracefully, crossing her legs with a soft swish of nylon stockings. She turned to me and lifted my chin gently with a soft hand. Looking into my eyes she said, "Let me tell you something, I know exactly how you feel, my real name is Peter!"
I gasped, no,no, I'm hearing things, she is surely joking, "What?" I croaked, mouth agape. "I know that must be difficult to believe, but can promise you it is perfectly true." She closed my open jaw, her look was one of total sincerity. She continued, "What is happening to you now, once happened to me. However, I was a lot younger than you are, I was about twelve when she started on me." I sat dumbfounded as she explained how, as a young boy, she was adopted by Mildred Marwell shortly after her daughter died. Almost immediately Mrs Marwell began the same procedure as she was using against me, but she had been forced to use hormones at such an early age that the feminization process had been much more effective, resulting in gender reasignment surgury at the age of eighteen. I gasped and paled at this information, but Petulia as she is now known, said she didn't think Mrs Marwell had that in mind for me. I felt only slightly better at hearing that. Petulia obviously seemed to be free of the Marwell influence now, so I asked her how she had managed to get away. "I didn't get away as such, Aunt Mildred let me go!" Petulia smiled at my look, "I think I was a bit of a disappointment to her, you see she really does not like males at all, and I turned out so much like a real girl, that her spiteful nature couldn't be sated. So she let me go." I shook my head in disbelief. Petulia went on to explain that at first, being sent back into the world as a girl was very frightening, but once she'd found somewhere to live it became a lot easier. She soon realised that as a girl, she was actually very attractive and attractive people do have a habit of getting on well in the world. "And I've done very well for myself," she smiled, not elaborating further.
So, there's hope for me yet I thought. Suddenly, another gust of wind blew my dress up in front of me, giving Petulia an eyeful of my frillies. As I fought to control the frothy dress she smiled and said, "That reminds me of one of the worst things that ever happened to me." I flushed bright red and asked her to explain.
"It was just before my fifteenth birthday, occasionally Aunt Mildred would let me play in the garden with some boys from the town, which is about three miles away, she always let me play in a track suit which hid my girly underwear, so obviously the boys all knew me as a boy. We would play football and stuff, it was a real treat for me to be the boy that I was. The day before my birthday Aunt Mildred asked me if I'd like to invite the boys round for a small party the next day. Of course I said yes. So the boys were asked and they all said yes too.
On the morning of the party I was messing around in the parlour, a room I wasn't really allowed in, it was a bit of a shrine to Aunties daughter. Anyway, I somehow managed to knock over a picture of her and cracked the glass. I knew this would make her incredibly angry so I hid the picture amongst some others hoping it wouldn't be noticed 'til after the party. I was wrong.
The boys all arrived for the party at about six o'clock, and hearing them, I changed into a clean tracksuit and opened my bedroom door to go down and join them. There stood Aunt Mildred, she had a face like thunder and she held in front of her the broken picture. My heart missed a beat, she pushed me back into my room and said over her shoulder, 'Mary come here.' Mary came in carrying some packages. Now between them Mary and Aunt Mildred were very strong much more so than I was. They forcibly stripped me and dressed me in the contents of the packages, then dragged me kicking and screaming downstairs to the party. Aunt Mildred said as I was man handled down, 'Well you wanted a party, and now you are dressed for a party' I was thrust into the roomful of boys, I was hot, redfaced, totally humilliated
I simply wished I were dead. The boys all stopped what they were doing and stood and stared in silence at me. I was dressed in a knee length pink satin party frock. It had an enormous rustling taffeta petticoat underneath, I wore white lace socks and red Mary Jane shoes.
I wore no make-up and my hair was combed normally. In short, I was a boy dressed in a party frock. Aunt Midred and Mary left the room. After a few moments the boys started laughing at me, they started pulling up the dress to see the frilly satin knickers I was wearing. It went on for ages until Mary rescued me and took me up to my room in floods of tears. I was dressed for bed, that meant a babydoll nightie and a thick night-time nappy and plastic pants. Then I was taken back down to the boys to bid them all goodnight, which was the ultimate humilliation, I never saw them again." Petulia finished her story with a wistful look. God forbid anything like that happening to me I thought. We sat in silence until Mary appeared announcing tea. Petulia had to leave, she touched my knee and said, "Good luck." she rose elegantly and walked off alongside the house. I haven't seen her since....
part 6
Petulias' story haunted me all through tea, God I hope it doesn't happen to me, I thought. After tea I was sent to bed like a little child, it was only seven o'clock. When I got in the room Mary was waiting, she supervised my undressing and handed me my nightwear, a peach coloured satin nightie with matching panties. I reluctantly donned the garments and got into bed, Mary handed me a large glass of warm milk, "Drink it down while it's hot." she said, words that reminded me of my first day at the farm. Finishing the milk I slid down between the sheets, Mary bent down and kissed my cheek and whispered "Sleep tight Stephy," she turned and softly rustled from the room. The door was locked behind her. I fell asleep within seconds.
The next morning I woke bleary eyed, and dopey. I heard the door unlock and in walked Mary, "Rise and shine Stephenie, lots to learn today." she said cheerily. As I lifted myself from the bed I realised with horror that I'd wet the bed. "Oh no," I groaned. "What's wrong sweety?" asked Mary. "I've wet the bed." I moaned. "Never mind dear, it will take you a while to get used to being a big girl, perhaps we'll try a bit of protection for a couple of nights, just 'til your dry again." Mary seemed not overly concerned.
So after another day of lessons in my schoolroom for one, a day in which I miraculously managed to avoid contact with the 'pacifier', I found myself back in my bedroom with Mary and changing for bed. However, unlike the previous night, on the bed was a large terry towelling nappy, two safety pins and a pair of plastic pants. "Mary I really don't think I need to wear those things tonight, I'm sure I'll be OK." I tried to sound assertive, Mary wasn't having any of it! "No,after last night I think it would be prudent for you to wear some protection, so don't be difficult, you don't want Mrs Marwell to administer the 'pacifier', do you?" she threatened. "No Mary." I sat on the nappy. Mary quickly fitted it and drew the plastic pants up over it, I then slipped the nightie over my head and was ready for bed. Again the glass of milk, again the kiss goodnight, again I woke up bleary eyed but this time,instead of the bed being soaked, the nappy was!
And so it continued for the next few months, endless lessons about sitting, walking, posture,poise, sewing, cooking,in short,all things traditionally female.Frequently lessons were interupted with severe spankings for my slowness on picking things up, I'd often go to bed having to sleep on my front, my bottom was too sore not to. All the while my body was imperceptibly changing, my hips, bottom and thighs were becoming more rounded, but horror of horrors I was developing breasts! Not that noticeable but my nipples were larger and very sensitive! Then one day I was summoned to Mrs Marwells' study, I knocked and entered still dressed in my school uniform. A strange woman was standing in there. I turned in panic, I was acutely concious of the clothes I was wearing. I ran straight into the arms of Aunt Mildred. "Whoa, Stephenie, Doctor Ashtons' here to help you." I turned back, the woman was holding a hypodermic. "Don't worry!" said Auntie, seeing the look of horror on my face, "It won't hurt a bit, you're just going to have a nap for a little while." All I could think of was Petulia. The Doctor lifted my sleeve, I started to scream, I was crying as I lost cociousness.
My room slowly came back into focus, I'd been kept heavily sedated for days. I knew absolutely nothing of what had happened. I drifted in and out of sleep for another couple of days. Then one morning I opened my eyes and was fully awake. I was not in my old bedroom. This was the room of a woman, not a little girl. Pale pink walls, carpet and curtains in a dusky pink, elegant dressing table and chairs, and just a hint of perfume in the air. I jolted with realisation, and thought of Petulia. My hand went to my groin, I relaxed, all intact. Easing myself into a sitting position, something felt wrong! I pulled down the white satin sheets, I was wearing an expensive night dress in pale blue silk. I had a cleavage!
Protruding from my chest were two large mounds of flesh. I'd got breasts. My hands went to them and held them, they were warm and soft, the nipples came alive with my touch. I stared at them with a mixture of disbelief and shock.
While I'd been unconcious they'd given me silcon implants. As I sat transfixed by these new additions to my body, Mary had quietly entered the room. I looked up. She smiled, "You'll soon get to love them." I stared at her blankly. She walked to the bed and pulled the sheets right down, "Come on, snap out of it, Mrs Marwell wants to see you as soon as possible." She helped me out of bed. The breasts seemed to have a mind of their own as a they moved about heavily.
Mary removed my nightie. There they were,large as life, two pink blobs. Mary opened the top drawer of the dresser and lifted out a white lacy underwired bra, she helped me put it on. It felt strangely constricting and it made my breasts stick out alarmingly. I was then given a pair of white satin knickers to wear, they had rows of lace across the bottom, a suspender belt, fully fashioned black seamed stockings, a very bouffant short slip,and then Mary produced a black satin French maids uniform. I put it on, it was much like the one she was wearing, but with one major difference.
It was very short! If I leant forward slightly too far my frilly knickers and stocking tops were all too visible. Finally, a little lacy cap was pinned on my head and a pair of black patent stillettos were fitted to my feet. I tottered about, my knees swishing softly together. Mary laughed, "You'll soon get used to them, come on, lets see what Mrs Marwell wants us to do today." We left the room together and clicked off down the corridor.....