Alan's Penance

by Ann O'Nonymous

  

Chapter 3: Angry with whom?

Ms. Winters sat there quietly absorbing the abuse, allowing Janice to vent her anger. At a knock on the door, she said, "Come in, Nancy." To Janice, she said gently, "Tea's here – do you like lemon, honey, or straight?"

As Nancy entered the room, carrying a tray with a blue Limoges porcelain teapot, matching cups, and various containers, a very distraught look came over Janice's face as she realized what she was doing, and, moreover, where! She was well aware of Ms. Winters' position on the board of city managers. Finally, she managed to get out, "What, oh, oh, honey and lemon's alright."

"Good! There we are in agreement," Catherine said, "I'd like you to meet my daughters, Nancy, 15, serving the tea, and Nicole, 13, Nikki for short."

Janice managed a smile and a nod to each of the girls, saying, "They both are very pretty."

Nancy set one cup in front of Janice and a second cup in front of Catherine. She then filled each cup from the teapot, added a squirt of lemon, a dollop of honey and stirred. Then she directed a tear-stained Alan to a seat in front of Catherine, taking up a position directly behind him. Catherine gave Nikki the sheet from the legal pad, telling her, "Get these items ready for our reluctant guest, sweetheart."

Nikki smiled as she thought of the fun, and quickly left the room. She had an idea where all the items could be located in a hurry.

Before sitting down, a crying Alan ran to his mother and hugged her tightly, saying, "Oh mama, I've let you down! I just wanted a friend, and now I'm in a lot of trouble because of them. Please, I don't want to go to jail!"

"Them? Who do you mean by 'them,' Alan?" Janice inquired.

Catherine answered for Alan, "John Clarke and Bobby Walsh – two troublemakers. Master Clarke called to tell me your son was in my house."

Janice muttered a few scatological epithets that would have gotten her a soap mouthwash.

As Alan sat, Janice started crying too. She started, "I must apologize, Ms. Winters -- I'm so sorry for what my son did! Moving away from friends, people we've known for years, was very hard on both of us, and then a new house, neighbors, running around to get utility connections, school registration – all those little nuisances of everyday living you need to change. While I was out hunting for a new job, Alan's been on his own much of the time, and . . . .," then she trailed off.

"So, his getting in trouble – you blame yourself. You feel you should've been there for him. As I see it, you're mad at yourself right now, and can't make a good decision, so," Catherine replied, "how about letting Alan choose?"

"He's only a little boy . . . "

"M-o-o-o-m! I'm fourteen – I can make my own decision!"

"You don't understand – they want to make you into a girl!"

While Janice sipped her tea, Catherine stated sharply, "Alan, hear me out: I can call the police and have you arrested. I don't want to do that. You could go to military school to learn discipline, and you don't want that. What I propose is this, straight up with you, petticoating!" She watched his look change to one of puzzlement as she continued, "Your mother has a paper she has yet to sign. It will give me control over you for one month. During that time, you will do as I, or my daughters, tell you and when you are told, not a minute or two seconds later. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Alan replied quickly.

"You will be well-treated, and chastised, i.e. spanked or punished in another way, when you do something bad or not approved of."

Catherine watched as the boy nodded his understanding, then she continued the litany, "You will be dressed in clothes that are selected for you; that is, female clothing of varying age."

At that he asked, "Varying age! What do you mean?"

"Clothes that would be worn by a baby girl, up to those of a teenager. Act grown up, look grown up – being a baby gets you fed and dressed as one. And clothing means underwear, stockings and shoes, plus coats when we go out."

"And you won't sue my mom? You won't do anything to her, will you?"

"I can't absolutely make that promise to you. I will say that I will see you get as lenient a sentence as possible."

As the women enjoyed their tea, Alan's thoughts became a jumble of emotions. Prison would send him away; a fine could hurt mom's chances of getting a good job, and military school – yuccchh. Wearing girl's panties and dresses – only a month. That's just one-twelfth of a year. If it will help mom . . .

Turning to his mother, Alan stated with a bit of pride, "Mama, I got myself into this, and I'm prepared to pay the penalty. Please sign!"

Janice looked a bit sad as she thought she was losing her "little man," to be turned into who knows what. It was with great reluctance that she picked up the papers and placed her signature on the "X'ed" lines.

"Come on, sweetie," Nancy said.

Alan got up, gave his mother a big hug and sadly went to his "awe"ful future. Looking back, he saw Ms. Winters putting the papers away in a wall safe, then heard her say, "While the girls take care of your son, let me show you around the house and grounds."

 

Chapter 4: Rub-a-dub-dub, look who's in the tub

Upstairs, Alan was taken to a room on the right at the end of a carpeted hall. This one was quite similar to the first room he entered – a few dolls in a large display case, a canopied bed with satin sheets and dust ruffles, and a vanity. The walls were painted in a muted blue pastel, and there was a bay window with a similar pillow-covered window seat, too. An opened door on the left led to the bathroom.

Nancy led him over to the bed and sat him down. She began: "Alan, this is to be your room while you stay here. Now repeat after me: It's a very pretty room, with a lovely bed and lots of adorable dolls."

Slowly, he responded, "It's a pretty room with a nice bed and many dolls."

It was then that Nikki entered, lugging two shopping bags, with a "found them!" She nearly dragged them to the bed, where she started removing the contents.

Nancy frowned, then said: "No, Alan dear. Once more, and please don't fight me. 'It's a very pretty room, with a lovely bed and lots of adorable dolls.' You'll have to start using words like adorable, lovely, huggable, luscious and scrumptious."

Watching as Nikki place some odd articles on the bed, he repeated that statement almost ad infinitum.

"C'mon, Alan – time for your bath!" Nancy said with a large grin. "Just think of 'CH'! This can be a challenge, a chance, or a change, but not a choice. Remember, how you handle this is up to you, sweetheart."

"But I already took one," he protested.

"Not a bubble bath. Okay, into the bathroom, now."

As Nancy took him into the bath, he saw a large walk-in closet to his right. He asked, "Please, what's in there?"

Nancy grinningly replied, "Oh, towels, sheets, pillow cases, washcloths, dresses, slips, drawers of panties, training bras, shoes and other items. I think most of it is in your size."

"Gosh, I hope not!" Alan replied, then queried, "but how do you know my size?"

"Some of it is Nikki's and you appear to be about her size, some Irene's – a cousin who was Nikki's size two years ago -- and some is mine, only I outgrew it."

They continued through to the bathroom where Nancy started a stream of water running, adjusted to the right temperature, then added the bath oils, salts and perfumes. In a few seconds, a delightfully feminine aroma filled the room and beyond with its floral bouquet.

Alan wrinkled his nose at the intruding "odor," wondering what he'd got himself into – still, he did like flowers. A test of the water with his fingers told him it was nice and warm.

"If I'm gonna strip to take a bath, a little privacy would be appreciated, please," Alan stated.

"No Alan," Nancy stated, "Sit on the toilet seat, and I'll undress you." She went to the doorway, and called, "Nikki, would you please bring in a paper bag for Alan's things, thank you."

Remembering what Ms. Winters said about following instructions, Alan sat. Nikki entered with a bag just as Nancy removed Alan's shoes. The socks were next, and Nikki placed them and the shoes in the bag. Pants, shirt and T-shirt followed, and Alan was down to his shorts.

"Since you were so nice, Alan," Nancy said, "we'll leave the room, and you can add your shorts to the bag and get in the tub. Give me a shout when you're ready, and I'll get you washed and dried."

"How about, oh, next December," Alan said, trying to make himself feel better.

Nancy grinned then said, "Oh you!" as she left the room.

Alan shucked off the shorts, added them to the bag, and got into the aromatic tub. "Hmmm," he thought, "this isn't bad at all. Smells nice, too."

"Nancy, I'm ready," Alan called.

Nikki entered, carrying a liquid soap, a bottle of some pink liquid and a strange sponge, with Nancy trailing, her arms filled with towels. After dropping some padding on the floor to cushion her knees, Nancy took the sponge from Nikki, knelt and said, "lean forward, and I'll start on snookums back."

"I am not your 'snookums,' I'm a man!"

Nikki giggled, saying, "Yep, you're a man, all right! You're only fourteen, Alan – hey, we need a new name for snookie-wookie here, Nancy."

"Right – I can't recall any girl being named 'Alan.' So, since he's a new girl, what about 'Eve'," Nancy said, washing Alan's face and arms, before telling Alan, "It's your choice, cutie pie."

Alan frowned at all the babyish talk. He really did not want to be there, but the bath was wonderful, the girls nice, and, for a punishment, they seemed to be really nice to him. "And what did he do to them?" he thought, "Broke into their home, tried to steal something personal – something he had no right to take – all for his own selfish reason."

"Eve sounds nice," Alan stated, "Kinda like the Biblical first woman, huh?"

Nancy smiled as she said to him, "Eve was a 'new' woman, just like you."

"Can I ask you something, ma'am," Alan said.

"Nancy or Nan, dear heart – what is it?"

"Er, Nancy, what are you going to do to me?"

"Stand up so I can wash your legs and I'll tell you, sweetie."

Standing up would expose his nakedness to these girls, both quite near his age. But since he agreed to all this, with Nancy's help, got to his feet. He watched as Nikki, with a big smile, looked him all over before disappearing out the door with his male apparel. Strangely, he felt no real sense of loss; it was as if there was nothing there to lose.

Nancy started: "If you were starving for something and I gave you a sandwich, would I be doing something for you or to you?"

"For me, of course!"

"Right!" came right back.

Confused, a fully washed Alan accepted Nancy's hand out of the tub. Taking a large towel, Nancy started at the top and patted the boy dry all the way from head to toes. Opening a bottle, she said, "This will keep your skin soft and moist," as she squirted gobs of the stuff on him and started working it in.

Allowing Nancy to massage the pink liquid all over him (including parts that once were very private), Alan said wonderingly, "What's in that?"

"Hmm, Aloe, Honey, Coconut Oil, Cocoa Butter, Vitamin E and some mineral oils mostly."

Finishing up, "Eve" stood up, had a towel wrapped around her (chest high, of course), a pair of bath clogs placed on her feet, and removed to her bedroom. Upon seeing what was on the bed, Alan considered bolting for the door, stark naked. Body was saying one thing, the mind something else, and feelings were shouting at him.

"Okay, dear, up on the bed, face down, so we can rub the baby oil on you," was Nikki's orders.

It was up on the bed, face down on a rubberized sheet for little "Evie."

"Okay, snookums!" Nikki said giggling, as she spread the baby oil on, "First, we'll put baby oil on you to prevent diaper rash – you don't want that, believe me! Next, baby powder. After that, Nancy wants to dust you with a nice lilac-scented powder. Won't that be lovely, my little doll."

"Yeah, great!" muttered Alan.

"You know, Evie, you really have a nice tush," said Nikki in admiration.

(Laying there, being babied by two very pretty young ladies, wasn't torture by any means. On the contrary, their little "snookums" enjoyed their attention, the fussing with and over him, even the baby talk. His mind drifted to baseball games he was too small for, being told "go play with the girls you sissy pansy," and the constant pushing and shoving "king of the walk" kind of thing a lot of boys exhibited – maybe he should've taken their advice, as he actually felt better being around girls. Maybe if he was more a man . . . he let the thought drift.)

The aromatic scent of lilacs was all around him, as Nancy said, "Put your left arm up, Eve, and I'll turn you over." To Nikki, she said, "Position the diaper under her as I turn her."

Raising his arm, he felt the strong arm of Nancy's under his, and the pull, turning him. He felt the soft cloth under his, well, fanny (arse to some) as he rolled onto it. Nancy was there with an oversized powder puff to dust him down.

"Okay, Nikki," said Nancy, "time for you to fix snookie-wookie's diaper!"

Eve watched as Nikki brought a section up between his legs, then one from the left and one from the right. Taking the middle section, she folded it back, and proceeded to fasten it with 2 pink-bow-adorned large safety pins. Next she took a pair of large elastic pants, decorated with pink kitties and blue bunnies, and lifted his legs. She pulled the "thing" on him, and worked it up the legs, then requested, "push up a bit, honey." And as (s)he did, Nikki pulled the panties up and over his waist. A pair of white lace-patterned tights followed, with "Eve" asking, "Where did you get this stuff?"

Nikki grinned then laughed as she replied, "A cousin staying with us had a bad virus infection and she needed the diapers and pants. The tights are mine from a year ago; most of the rest . . . "

"NIKKI, don't you dare," Nancy remarked, then relented with an "Oh well, might as well tell her!"

Nikki continued, "About three years ago, Nancy was in a play at school. All the females were dressed as babies or little girls – it was called Nursery Frolics, and I think one of the teachers wrote the script."

"I wore a Shirley Temple wig and sang the song On The Good Ship Lollypop . . . ."

"Only she kept saying 'Lollypoop'!" giggled Nikki. (At this, Eve joined in with her own snickering – a restrained laughter.)

"I most certainly did not!" replied an indignant Nancy.

With the tights on, Nancy next fitted a pair of oversized "little girl" Mary Janes on him. (Him? – Alan was beginning to feel he was losing a grasp on his "maleness.")

It started with one tear, then another, followed by another. Helping him to stand, Nancy caught the sight, and asked, "Hey, kiddo – what's wrong?"

"Nancy, what am I? Am I really a pansy, sissy, just like I've been told?" Alan blubbered.

"Because of the baby things," Nancy inquired. At his nod, she continued, "Think of what the baby things are – clothing for a newborn. Now, imagine that your boy personality has died."

"Okay," was a muted reply.

"Now imagine being reborn in a female body without the knowledge of being a girl. We are going to construct a female persona for you," Nancy continued.

"Oh, from being a baby on up," stated Alan, and a light suddenly went on, "because as a boy, I was thinking as one – so I need a new perspective. Because I was drilled on boy thoughts – doing well in sports to please my father?"

"Smart kid! I think I'm going to like you, Evie!"

 

End, part two.

  

  

  

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