Alan's Penance

by Ann O'Nonymous

 

Chapter 8: A "Real Man"

"But I already love being around girls – only, it seems to me, they don't want to be around me," revealed Alan.

Nancy frowned! "Are you sure, or is it that you are afraid of being thought of as being a sissy by the other guys?"

That Alan/Eve had to think about. Could she be right – was he afraid of girls, of the rejection of something he loved being around? Or was he a sissy? Could it possibly be that, deep down, he was a girl at heart, and being a girl he could go after the boys – just like any other girl!

"C'mon, upstairs – we have chores to do," Nancy said as she got up from the couch to lead the way. Eve and Nikki followed – each going to their own bathroom (no fooling around).

In the bathroom, as Nancy ran bath water, Eve stripped off the outer clothes, having left the robe on the back of the bedroom door, and slippers under the bed. He stood there in panties and diaper, taking in the lilacs and roses from the aromatic bath.

Finally, Nancy helped him remove the elastic pants, and inquired, "Is your diaper dry, sweetie?" Upon hearing his positive reply, she giggled a bit then said, "Gee, we'll just have to add some more frillies on!"

While Nancy took care of something in the bedroom, it gave Eve some privacy to sit down and relieve herself of a burden. Hearing the toilet flush, Nancy returned and said, "All done?" At Eve's nod, it was "Okay, sweetie – into the tub you go."

Finally, Eve was soaking in the warm water, being washed all over by a very attentive Nancy – this he could really come to love, the 'Alan' thought.

<Wait a minute, Alan. You like what's happening, doncha? Nancy appeals to you, right?>

It was during the rinse cycle when the question came up. Eve quietly inquired, "Nancy, do you have a boyfriend?"

"I do now," was her reply. "Mom wanted me and Nikki to find real men to marry."

Crestfallen, he ACTUALLY thought that Nikki liked him! He most certainly wasn't a real man – here he was in a bubble bath, and soon to be dressed in diapers, for the third time, followed by lacy little girl's clothes then shown off to other teenagers. That sure disqualified him from the "real man" category.

Seeing his sad face, Nancy said, "You know what mom considers a 'Real Man'?"

"It ISN'T me, that's for sure!" Alan sadly replied.

"Oh, but you are s-o-o-o-o wrong, dear one," she said, adding, "A real man is a gentle man, one who takes the blame for his errors; he improves himself daily, by reading, discussion, or just plain listening to his surroundings; he avoids fights, rather than participate in them; he enjoys discussing the fine arts, music, and good books; and, he knows when to be the strong masculine figure, and when to be a softer, feminine one."

"HUH! What do you mean by that?"

Nancy started washing and conditioning Eve's hair as she replied, "Remember what I said about the trees? You know when to give a little, and when to stand firm."

"Sorta like the song, 'Ya gotta know when to hold'm, know when to fold'm, know when to walk away, and know when to run.' So, what you are saying is that it has nothing to do with how much muscle or strength you have," Eve said, "but on the, emmm, gee – I had it on the tip of my tongue."

"Real men have honesty, integrity, kindness, stability, emotions, innate intelligence, and . . . control," Nancy stated. "They know that 'no' means just that!"

"And he asks for directions?" Eve asked mischievously.

"Dear, a real man is never afraid to ask for help!" Nancy quickly replied.

Finished bathing, Nancy helped Eve out of the tub and into a warm towel and shower clogs. Using a dryer, Eve's hair was blown dry, brushed and combed.

"Too bad your hair isn't longer, dear – looks like a wig for you today."

"The 'Shirley Temple' again?"

"No, a Page Boy might be nice – one with bangs should make you oh so adorable!" mused Nancy. <I don't see how I could ever be adorable, thought a blushing Alan.>

Next, Eve was toweled dry then thoroughly dusted with a rose-scented powder, which was an experience he felt he would never tire of.

"Okay, little lady, into the bedroom," Nancy commanded, "and on your stomach on the bed."

Eve moved to the bed, and waited. Soon, his arse was coated with baby oil, dusted with talcum powder (Geez, that's a lot of powder!), and rolled onto the waiting diaper.

After pinning the diaper on and pulling up the elastic pants, Nancy said, "Wait for Nikki – she'll be here in a minute – I gotta go get my bath."

"Can I wash your back?" Eve said impishly.

Nancy broadly smiled as she stated, "Maybe later, sweetheart." She gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek, and winked at him as she left.

A second later, Nikki walked in. "Okay, Frilly things for your debut – can you run a vacuum cleaner (If a vacuum is dirty, is it still a vacuum?), Eve?"

"I do all the time at home. Why?"

"Halls, bedrooms, runners downstairs – hey, you can vacuum in, oh let's see, 2" heels. I've got a pair that should fit. I'll go get them!" She was off the fetch to shoes.

Lying on the sheet, 'Alan' had a little time to consider his situation: it was supposed to be a punishment, but this was actually enjoyable. Both Nikki and Nancy were nice to him, but would they turn around and humiliate him in front of their friends? It didn't seem that they were that type. Food was good, sleeping in a satin-sheeted bed was just "mahvelous dahling," and the powdering – well, he wished he could wake up that way every day. The only thing that bothered him was the clothes – he was getting to like the laciness.

<Whoa, you're a boy, and lacy things? Well, that's not a boy thing. So, what are you, a sissy? No, I'm . . . . I'm . . . . hmm, what am I? "I" is just one thin letter in twenty-six, yet it carries so much weight.>

Nikki returned holding high a pair of white shoes with straps in the shape of a "T." "Here we go, Eve. These should fit, and they have a one-and-a-half inch heel," she stated. "Now let's get you dressed, and your bed made."

First on was lace-hemmed pale apple-green pettipants (that's what Nikki called them), then a square-neck lace edged white camisole. A white translucent blouse with a Peter Pan collar and eight pearlescent buttons followed. With Nikki's assistance, he stepped into a pale green half-slip (Nikki told him), and a Scotch Tartan pleated skirt. Sitting down, he pulled on a pair of white knee-high cable knit socks, followed by the shoes.

After fastening the buckle, Eve stood up and took a few steps – it wasn't as hard as she thought. Her nose didn't bleed from the added height; in fact, it felt . . . it felt, oh geez – it wasn't uncomfortable!

At Eve's vanity, Nikki instructed her in the art of makeup. Oh, it wasn't a cherry red lipstick (not yet, at least) screaming at the world, but a nice subtle coral pink. A light blush was next.

"Not too much, now. Remember, you're a little girl," stated Nikki, "and still learning. <giggle> We'll both be learning this month."

As she got up, Eve picked up her locket, lovingly ran her fingers around the edge for a moment then placed it on her neck. Nikki placed the auburn wig on Eve, took a brush and comb, and worked a little magic.

"Well, Evie dearest, have a look," Nikki announced as she held a mirror to her eyes.

Shaken, 'Alan' looked at the image, "Is that me? Am I that . . . that feminine?" The Eve/Alan bargain seemed to be broken – it was all Eve now. She won!!

<She wondered if Nikki knew any really nice boys – after all, she was almost old enough to date.>

 

Chapter 9: "You vacuum fifteen rooms"

Nikki lead him to a full-length mirror to show him the whole effect. He didn't want to look, but Eve did. She was now in full command.

Looking out of the mirror was a girl, about twelve years old, with light auburn hair in a page boy style framing a smiling face. She was dressed in a plaid pleated skirt with green lace pantalettes, or was it bloomers, peeking below the hem. As he smiled, she smiled, and that confirmed their oneness.

Nikki came behind him, wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his cheek, saying, "Like what you see?"

Alan said, plainly, "No! I'm . . . a girl! There's no me there."

Confused, Nikki asked, "What, exactly, do you mean?"

"Well, before I knew it was me . . . in a dress. Now, I see this and . . . I don't have a feeling, an idea of me there," was the reply. "I'm afraid you'll want to get me a boyfriend, ya know."

It started as a giggle, then a squeeze on the rib cage, followed by an eruption of laughter. "Whoa, do you really think we'd do that to you."

Alan answered, "Well, I was . . ."

Nikki angrily interrupted, "You sure do have a one track mind, if you have one at all! What in the world gave you the idea we would dress you in such pretty things, kiss you and hold you tight, just to give you up to some jerk of a male. Damn Alan, we're not going to sell you out, not to anyone – now just you hold that thought."

"But, I'm . . . I'm . . . oh how can I make you understand! I'm Eve – there is no more Alan."

"Right! Now is Eve's time to be out, dear. When the 'Alan' is needed, he'll be back. He will learn from Eve, and she'll learn from him."

Alan opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The image in the mirror was a pretty girl, one he would love to be on a date with (although she did seem a little young for him). Submitting to this attractive fantasy girl, he said, "She is very pretty, isn't she Nikki."

"That's you, deep down. She is a resemblance of the beauty that is deep within you, only now it's surfaced."

From the door came, "Hey, you two – there are beds to be made and vacuuming to be done! Hop to it," straw boss Nancy said.

"Sure ting boss, we bes talking 'bout 'li'l Eva'," replied Nikki.

"From what I heard, Eve, Nikki's right. Let Eve out to play with her girlfriends. Eve, would you please make the bed while I talk to this politically-incorrect faux southern belle out in the hall?"

"Sure!"

Out of Eve's hearing, Nancy asked, "What's going on?"

"Alan's got a problem. He thinks we are trying to turn him into something that will become a boy chaser."

With a wrinkled nose, Nancy said, "Ho boy!"

"Nan, think we should lighten up a little?"

"Ummm, no! If we go easy, it will give him time to think, and it will just work the wrong way. I have an idea I want to try at tea time. Just keep him very busy, while I go talk to mom. Oh, mom has a meeting so we'll be on our own most of the day."

"Gotcha! I'll keep Eve busy with the cleaning," Nikki replied, and returned to Eve. Upon entering the room, she saw Eve was almost finished with the bed, so she said, "Looks okay . . . are the corners square?"

It was around eleven thirty when Nikki, Nancy and Eve took a break. After the bed making, the walking in heels up and down the halls pushing a vacuum with a copy of Ross's History of Europe perched on her head, the dropping of same and Nikki's insistent "Bend at the knees, not the back" each time he picked up the accursed article, followed by "glide, dear, glide" on the trips up and down the stairs – in flats, 2", and 3" heels, Eve had barely enough energy to flop in a chair at the table.

Then it was "Get up and remember to smooth your skirt under you as you sit, sweetheart," and "Try it again," from Nancy. On the fourth try, she said, "Okay, that's enough – you look pretty tired!"

"Tea," asked Nikki.

"Please," replied Eve, as she kicked off the heels and started to massage her sore ankles. Seeing the empty cup and Nikki holding a pot of boiling water gave Eve the idea that something was missing – a tea bag. Quickly, she took one from a holder in the center of the table and dropped it in the cup without looking at what kind it was.

As Nikki filled the cup, she said, "You were pretty good today, sweetie."

"My legs hurt, my feet hurt, my ankles hurt, and I think my arches are two inches lower than this morning."

Nancy replied, "Ah, tomorrow it will be easier. You'll build up your leg muscles, and soon you'll master four inches of heel."

Eve moaned as she replied, "I really don't want to, you know."

Eve sipped her tea, detecting a taste of mint, something like licorice, and a hint of . . . of . . . what?

"Nancy, I can taste the mint, but what else is in this tea?"

"Lemon zest, orange peel and rose hips," was her prompt reply.

<Sitting there, enjoying a chocolate chip cookie and tea, watching the girls drink, he noted that neither one stuck out her pinkie!>

Eve was left with Nancy when Nikki left to set up the game room and place snacks on the tables. Nancy stated, "Eve, may I try something with you?"

"Sure, as long as I heal in five days!"

Nancy looked at the twisted face he presented to her. (It was a way to try to deny what he now was.) She laughed as she said, "No, I already have a martial arts partner – he'll be on crutches for another month!"

"WHAT!!! You ARE kidding, aren't you?"

"Sure! He was out of the hospital two months ago. He was in a car accident. Wait just a minute." She left the room and returned with some pictures. Carefully she placed one of a female far to Eve's left, and a picture of a male far to the right. Then she carefully observed Eve as her eyes went from one picture to the other – the up and down movement, how long she stayed on one, or the other.

'Alan' looked at the two photos: one was of a very well-built, attractive female gymnast, and the other was of a male gymnast. Both wore very skimpy outfits covering only the essentials, had a sleek build with no fat, no bulging musculature, and struck quite similar poses.

"And just what do you hope to prove by this, Nancy?"

Nancy grinned, and replied, "When you looked at the pictures, you glanced at the male, and stayed on the female. Your eyes traveled up and down her body, taking in every aspect. Most females would have stayed on the male. My point, dear girl, is this: even in a dress, looking pretty as a picture, you are attracted to females. Now here's the other photo; take a look at this one, and answer my questions honestly, okay?"

"Okay!"

The picture was of a gorgeous woman holding up the hem of a beautiful wedding gown showing off lace-edged bloomers, and "oodles and oodles" of white lacy petticoats. Long blonde hair tumbled in waves to her slim shoulders, and, in her left hand, she held a large bouquet of flowers.

"Okay, first question – be honest now: Isn't that gown just beautiful?"

"Yes, it is!" It was out before he had a time to think.

"Next: Wouldn't you love to have your wife in something that pretty?"

"Yes, I would." <So, where is this going.>

"What do you think of the flowers?"

"Emm, from what I can see, they're really nice."

"Okay, now don't you just love that froth of lovely lacy and frilly petticoats: just imagine them peeking out from under that gorgeous gown – isn't that just the most sexiest thing you would ever see," purred Nancy in a soft, husky voice.

She got up and walked around to 'Alan's' back, nuzzled him on the cheek and went on, "And wouldn't you just love to be wearing that lovely, silken gown – just imagine you and Nikki, each wearing that exact wedding dress with all those frillies underneath, going down the aisle, together, dressed just like that woman!"

It was the answer Nancy hoped, and would've prayed, for!

The body shuddered, shook a bit then let out "ah . . . ah . . . Ahrrrgh! Nancy, I . . . I . . . I need a change of . . . . WHAT the HELL are you grinning at – I need my . . . my diaper changed," 'Alan' sheepishly stated, his eyes studying the intricacies of the tiled floor.

"Alan <giggle> you just <giggle> made my <giggle> day."

"Grrr, I need a diaper change, and you just talk," Alan said, "This damn thing is wet all over the front!"

"Yes, my dear, sweet Alan, I would hope it would be."

 

To Be Continued

  

  

  

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