Andy to Angela                    by: Julia Thomas

 

My story starts when I was 12 years old and went to live with my aunt at the beginning of summer holidays from school.

She is a very smart prim and proper woman who is very assertive and in particular does not like boys as she has two daughters, one who is 13 and one who is 18.

Both girls had a very strict upbringing always encouraged to be as feminine as possible.

On their twelfth birthday my aunt made sure she fetched into the house a professional beautician and hairdresser to teach both girls how to apply make up correctly and to style their hair according to their looks pre puberty. My aunt would then arrange for them to be fully made over by professionals annually to match the changes in their bodies, ensuring they always looked perfect young ladies.

Aunt Mary would never let the girls out of the door without their correct attire even if they were late for school. Gwen and Alison (the younger one) always loved this annual which aunt called their ‘Womanhood progress lesson’. When I moved in I was quite a bedraggled boy with greasy lank long hair and one small case of clothes as my mother never had much money and she had to go to Australia to look after her sister who was very ill. My mother is my aunt’s sister and as she only had one child it was obviously easier for her to go. The day I moved in heralded a new era in my life. I had not seen Gwen and Alison for some 5 years and as I walked through the door I was greeted with ‘oh mommy he smells’.

‘I know dear, go and run him a bath’

Gwen went upstairs and I heard the bath start running. ‘Now Andrew’ said my aunt ‘firstly lets get one or two things straight, whenever you are in this house you will always be clean and presentable. You smell of body odour and your hair is in awful condition, greasy and horrible. Just imagine if we had guests here’ she continued. ‘ Go and get in the bath and wash your hair, leave your clothes outside and I will wash them, also give me your case, I would imagine that needs sterilising’ I went upstairs and Gwen was just appearing from the bathroom. ‘Its all ready for you Andrew, there is some of Aunties best bubble bath in which will make you smell nicer and use the shampoo on the side. I went in the bathroom, locked the door and started to take off my clothes ‘ here you are Andrew, open the door, and take this robe as I cannot find one in your case’ I opened the door and there was aunt Mary holding a pink terry cotton bathrobe ‘ hurry and give me your clothes she said and put this on when you have finished your bath’ I stared at the obviously feminine garment ‘but, but…. aunt’ she stopped me dead in my tracks’ now don’t whinge as it is the only thing we have that’s likely to fit you, its one of Alison’s old ones’ I held the garment by its two shoulders. It had lace around the peter pan type collar and around the hem and cuffs.

‘But, but…. aunt’

‘nonsense’ she said leaning against the doorframe ‘ now give me the rest of your clothes and get in that bath’.

I de-clothed to my underpants and passed them to her.

Her hand stayed held out ‘ underpants as well’ she said with a meaningful look.

‘But ….aunt’

‘Don’t be embarrassed’ she said,’ I used to powder it for you when I baby sat, so I guarantee its nothing I haven’t seen before’ as she continued to hold out her hand.

I pulled down my pants and passed them to her whilst covering my privates with my other hand.

‘My god ‘she said ‘how long have you had these on’

’Three days aunt’

Her face went outraged ‘three days’ she repeated ‘you will change genital underwear twice a day in this house’ as she stormed down the stairs’ and do not forget to clean your teeth and use conditioner on your hair. Aunt was not happy; I closed the door and hopped into the bath. Whilst I soaked in the very scented bubble bath, I thought about her words ‘ genital underwear’. I considered all underwear covered your genitals. We had just covered the facts of life at school pre our puberty. Perhaps it was just a figure of speech, I ignored.

Chapter 2

Whilst enjoying soaking, I was suddenly bought back to consciousness by a banging on the door by Gwen, ‘hurry up’ she said ‘I need to use the bathroom to get ready to go out and meet David. David being her long-standing boyfriend who she is due to marry in a couple of year’s time.

I quickly washed myself with the scented soap and showered my hair quickly so as not to make Gwen angry.

Standing I quickly dried myself and wrapped the very feminine pink dressing gown around me.

Exiting the bathroom I shouted to her that the bathroom was free.

I went downstairs and aunt Mary was standing in the kitchen. ‘What have you done’ she shrieked ‘ you still have soap in your hair, and look at your ears they have not been washed, your teeth have never been cleaned and by the smell of you certainly have not washed yourself all over’. I cowered back towards the door.

Her finger pointing at me she shouted ‘ do you realise how much it costs to heat bath water’ N…No aunt ‘ I stammered. ‘Go and get back up those stairs immediately and save what water is going down the bath plug. Get back in and I will be up to finish you’. Gwen heard what was going on and said’ but mommy I need to get ready to meet David’ ‘Oh don’t worry Gwen you can use the shower in my en suite and come into the bathroom to finish your make up while I bath him’.

How embarrassing I thought but did not dare say a word. I climbed back in the bath and aunt entered the room wrapping a plastic type apron around her.

‘Good god lad’ she said ‘ it looks as if we are going to have to start from scratch with you on personal hygiene’.

She bent over the bath and with soft sponge tipped some Oil of Ulay body wash onto it and started washing my feet and legs.

In between my toes went the sponge. ‘OK stand up’ she said

Just then Gwen walked in wrapped in a towel and her hair held back with a headband.

‘At last ‘she smeared ‘no more smells around the house’ whilst positioning her make up bag on the shelf of the mirror.

Aunt tapped my bum ‘open your legs’ as the sponge went between my groin.

‘Bend over’ as she polished the crack in my backside. ‘Stand up and raise your arms’ by now my whole body was a mass of soapsuds and I could see Gwen in the mirror sniggering using her eyeliner pencil. Aunt followed on with my face saying ‘we will use this for this evening on you face but in future you will use an appropriate facial wash’ I stood there feeling totally tormented.

‘Sit back down’ she said as she washed the soapsuds off. At that she switched on the hand shower and sprayed my hair which was below collar length, uncut for years and mousy.

With a big dollop of Wella shampoo she massaged my head for what seamed to be an age and hummed to herself all of the time.

Gwen finished and went out of the room, which alleviated some of the embarrassment.

Aunt Mary rinsed my hair and said ‘ as you have already attempted to wash your hair yourself we will not give it the normal two washes as it may strip the oils completely from it. We will use this conditioner and leave it on for five minutes’ She rubbed the cream into my hair deeply massaging my scalp. ‘That will do for now, I notice you had some fine hairs on your legs’ as she reached for her pink Contour ladies razor.

‘Those must go ‘ she said as she dragged the razor over my legs holding one up at a time.

Although pretty well hairless other than the odd pubic hair beginning to show Aunt Mary insisted my body was to be kept hair free at all times. Sure enough she noticed my couple of pubics and they disappeared with a stroke of the razor.

‘Arms up in the air’ she said ‘ good your underarms are hair free I am pleased to see’ as she replaced the razor in the cupboard and took out a cotton wool bud.

‘Bend your head to the side’ as she inserted the bud into my ear and rubbed it around. It came out black ‘ see what auntie has fetched out of this ear, goodness me I wonder how you ever managed to hear’ she said as she bent my head the opposing way and inserted the bud into the other ear. ‘How have you ever managed without auntie’ she exclaimed as she held the water spray dousing the conditioner in my hair.

Finally I was finished and she put a towel on the floor for me to stand on.

She rubbed my hair and wrapped a towel in a turban style around it. ‘There that will soak up the access moisture while we dry the rest of you’ rubbing my whole body with another towel.

When I was dry aunt said ‘ this is your toothbrush’ grabbing the toothpaste from the cupboard ‘ and this is how much goes on’ she said smearing the whole top of the brush.

‘But auntie’ I said ‘ I…I… don’t like the taste of toothpaste’ ‘Nonsense’ she shouted ‘ clean your teeth all around your mouth, and keep cleaning until I return, teeth should be kept pearly white, I am going to find you something to wear for the night’ Tears falling from my eyes I did as I was told.

Auntie returned after a couple of minutes and said ‘Rinse your teeth, wrap a towel around you and come into my bedroom’.

I did as I was told and as I entered her bedroom I noticed a towel lying on her bed.’ Unwrap your towel and lie on here’ I lay down with nothing on accept the turban around my head.

She grabbed my legs up in the air and I felt something cool on my backside. She was powdering me, I was now so humiliated I cried.

‘Shut up ‘she shouted ‘ this will keep you dry and make you smell nice’ ‘Stand up and step into these’ as she held apart a pair of white girls knickers trimmed with lace.

‘But But ….. Auntie those are girls’

‘Shut up and get in them before I spank you, until we can get you your own clothes you will have to make do, and you are not sitting around for the evening and going to bed with no clothes on’ I did as I was told and then to my horror she produced a white nightdress. The nightdress was slipped over my turban and hung just below my knees. It had an elasticated bodice with short puff sleeves all trimmed with lace ‘That’s better’ she said ‘now go and sit on that chair at my vanity’. I did as I was told and to my horror she undid a jar that said Avon Deep Moisturiser. She smeared the cream over my face and rubbed it well in. ‘There’ she said’ you only have one skin so look after it. Next came some hand cream which I was instructed to rub into my hands as she produced another dry towel and placed it over my shoulders and clipped it under my chin with a pink barrette.

She unwrapped my turban and started to comb my hair with a wide toothed comb.

‘Goodness me’ she said as she held the comb, stretching the bottom of my hair. ‘Your hair is so uneven it is impossible to make any reasonable style out of it. I have a hair appointment tomorrow so you can come with me and I will see if my hairdresser has time to trim and shape the ends for you, in the meantime I will see what I can do with it’.

Auntie picked up a can off her dressing table with a long nozzle and sprayed a big ball of foam into her hand and coated my hair with it. As she replaced the can on the dresser I could see the words, Styling Mousse.

She combed all of the foam through my hair until it disappeared. Next, she combed my hair into sections and held it up with four pink plastic butterfly clips, one on each side, one on the back and one on top of my o my hair.

She switched on her hand held hairdryer and round brush and started to blow my hair dry.

Curling my hair around the brush and blowing the dryer onto it making it took under. All the time she would push my head forward or sideward to make it easier for her. After each section was dry she would release another clip, clip it on her plastic overall so as not to lose it, and dry the section of hair. When my hair was nearly dry except the top, which still had a clip in, Gwen walked in finally ready with hair clothes and make up immaculate. She looked at me and shouted ‘oh mommy doesn’t he look wonderful, you have done a beautiful job of his bob but wouldn’t it be a good idea to put a couple of rollers in the top to give it more body’ ‘Yes I think you are right Gwen pass me the roller box’ I was horrified. ‘ Please auntie I do not want any of those in, please.’ ‘Don’t be such a sissy’ she yelled ‘ its only to make the style last longer and to cover the split ends you have’ At that she released the clip from the top of my hair and combed it backwards. She formed a centre parting leaving equal amounts of hair on each side. Standing behind me looking in the mirror she lifted a section from the front and stretched it out from my head.

She then wound a ¾" pink roller down to my head and fastened it with a plastic clip. Repeating the actions she then lifted a section from the front of the other side and continued to set my hair with four rollers running backwards, each side of my centre parting to the crown.

‘ Pass me the hairspray please Gwen’.

Gwen reached in front of me and picked up a large gold can and put it in auntie’s hand.

Holding her spare hand above my eyes auntie spayed my hair walking all around shaking the can.

‘There, that will add crispness to the curls and keep the rest in place while you sit downstairs with your horlicks’ she said while standing behind me, looking in the mirror and rubbing her hands down and under the sides of my hair drying the lacquer.

She unclipped my shoulder towel and said that I can go downstairs I walked downstairs feeling devastated and Gwen was just going out. ‘Bye’ she said, hope your hair turns out pretty, maybe you should try some lipstick next’ laughing as the door shut.

I cried as I entered the living room. Alison was sitting there and said very soothingly ‘don’t cry Andrew ‘ mommy is only doing what she thinks is best for you, if it makes you feel better I will go and have some rollers in my hair so your not the only one’ No’, I sobbed, ‘ just let me watch telly. There I sat with rollers in the top of my hair and the sides and back curled under from the blow-drying drinking my Horlicks.

I thought about my friends who did not have to endure this humiliation. . They were all out playing football at this early in the evening and there I was dressed ready for bed in a nightie, rollers in my hair, smelling like a sissy.

Everytime I moved my head my hair would tickle my neck as it swayed Aunt came down to join us, without her overall and said’ your hair should be dry in an hour or so we will finish it off to the best we can and see what the hairdresser says about it tomorrow.

Within an hour aunt Mary had me back at her vanity taking out the eight rollers, She stood behind me and started from the back. As she unwound the rollers it left coils of hair that sprung back into the shape of the rollers. Aunt Mary picked out bits of these coils with her fingers and a comb and tweaked and twisted the top.

She hummed as she worked.

‘Do you’ know she said ‘now all of that horrible grease is out of your hair I can see it’s a bit dry, so tomorrow I will be starting you on vitamin supplements. They will also keep your one and only skin soft’ She finished tweaking my hair and sprayed it with more lacquer ‘There she said that is a massive improvement’ again standing behind me patting my hair into shape while the lacquer dried.

‘Don’t you feel better’ she said as I sat there looking at the mirror in girls knickers, nightie and now my hair straight and curled under at the sides and all curly on top. ; Alison’, aunt Mary shouted ‘come and have a look at Andrew’ Alison entered the room.

‘Oh mommy, he looks beautiful I told you mommy was doing her best for you’.

I sat there muted and totally humiliated.

‘ I will just put this net over your hair to keep it in place while you sleep so that my hairdresser will think you do keep one ounce of pride in yourself’ She positioned the brown fine net over my hair and pushed it up against my hairline.’ There into your room and into bed, I will come and took you in shortly’ I went into my obvious feminine decored room and slipped into bed. Aunt Mary entered and pulled the blankets off me’ goodness me’ she shouted’ your nightie is ruffled around your bodice’ she pulled it down and straight. ‘You certainly have some improvements to make in a lot of areas my dear, otherwise auntie will get very cross’ as she tucked me in. The light went off and I cried myself to sleep.

Chapter 2

The next morning came but too early.

At 7.30 am aunt Mary entered my room looking immaculate. Her blonde past, shoulder length curled hair was tied back in a fluffy ponytail with a red scrunchie Her face was perfectly made up with bright red lipstick, which matched her nails.

She was wearing a Blue red and pink floral short sleeved dress, which was elasticised at the bodice and flared out to knee length. Very fine tights surrounded her legs in white 3" court shoes. ‘Come on sleepy head wake up’ she said ‘ and we have to be at the hairdressers at 10 o’clock’ I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. Aunt Mary followed me ‘What do you think you are doing standing at that toilet’ she shouted, ‘you will splash Alison’s nightie, pull your knickers down to your ankles and turn and sit on the toilet’ But…. But auntie ‘I murmured ‘ don’t be bashful when you are seated your nightie will cover your duties without fear of getting wet, and remember to wipe it before you stand up’ she said as she squeezed the toothpaste onto my toothbrush.

I finished and stood up.

‘Right let’s see how much you have learned about personal hygiene’ I pulled down the nightie and removed my knickers.

Aunt Mary leaned against the doorframe and watched every move I made. As I was standing naked wearing just my hairnet Gwen entered the bathroom wearing only a white bra and underskirt. Her hair was setting on heated rollers and grabbed some bottles.

’Oh that’s a point Andee (she started to call me) don’t wash your face’ aunt Mary said ‘ from now on you will cleanse and moisturise every morning and evening, it’s a good job Gwen reminded me of that’.

Gwen smiled and carried on her duty.

I started cleaning my teeth with a well of tears in my eyes. ‘You are not making any impression on you teeth cleaning them that softly stand up’ she said.

She grabbed my toothbrush and I was forced to open my mouth wide. She brushed and brushed and brushed for what seemed like forever, bending my head forward sideways and backwards looking and cleaning every tooth in my head. ‘OK rinse now’ she said ‘ and the next time you don’t clean them correctly you will get spanked with aunties hairbrush if that’s what it takes to remind you. A shudder went through me at the thought of it.

‘ Now, while I wait and watch I want you to wash what we girls call your three f’s, feet face and fanny’ she said smirkingly.

I filled the sink with warm water and started to wash my body.

’ Oh come on she said’ tapping her foot with her arms folded.

‘Give me that sponge’; aunt said impatiently.

She rubbed me vigorously complaining that we had not got all the time in the world. Between my legs under my arms she washed until she came to my backside ‘Goodness me’ she said ‘this needs douching, and in fact should be done once a day’. Bending me over by the Bidet which aunt had taken the spray head off and changed to a single squirter especially for girls she explained.

Inside my rectum she pushed and spayed and cleaned

‘There that’s better’ I could feel the moisture inside my rectum and complained to aunt.

‘Is that all you do moan’ she said.

At that she rubbed me all over with a big fluffy pink towel. Again she bent me over mumbling to herself that she cannot understand why she has to show someone my age about hygiene, and sprinkled talcum powder around my backside and genitals.

She held open a pair of pastel blue knickers with her fingers for me to step in.

As she pulled them up to my knees she stopped and added some more powder to the inside of the gusset.

Aunt then ripped open a packet stripped the backing from a cotton pad and stuck it to the inside of my knickers and pulled them up. ‘There, that little pad should dry up any remaining fluid that comes from your bottom’ she said tapping my cheek.

‘Arms up’ she said, I lifted both arms and she rubbed a bottle with a ball on the end into my armpits.

‘There, that’s anti-persperant and should cover any remaining body odour smells you have left, after all you don’t want to smell in the hairdressers do you’ Tears of embarrassment filled my eyes and I shook my head. ‘Put your dressing gown on and go into my room’ she said. As I walked in there were two stools at her vanity and Alison was sitting in one with her hair pulled back in a hairband.

‘Mommy’s doing my face’ she said and yours.’

At that aunt walked into the room,

‘Sit next to Alison’ but aunt please do not …… ‘sit down and shut up’ she screamed as she opened a bottle named cleanser.

She tipped it onto a piece of cotton wool, ‘ faces pointing up’ she said, and thoroughly wiped Alison’s face then mine.

Next came the tonic and moisturiser.

‘Ok Alison, leave your face to dry, while I do Andees’ hair and then I can help with your make-up’.

Alison went into her room to get ready. Aunt draped a white towel around my shoulders and removed my hairnet.

‘Wonderful ‘ she said as she primped and combed my hair finishing with a big coating of lacquer, ‘Wasn’t it worth spending an extra bit of time on you last night, I mean just look in the mirror at how much nicer you look.

At that Alison returned to the room and aunt helped her with her make up.

‘ Go and put that tracksuit on Andee and the training shoes. I looked in horror at the white tracksuit trimmed with pink stripes and the trainers matched.

I thought a second time about complaining about the femininity of the garments because of the thought of the hairbrush.

I got dressed and auntie had finished Alison’s very natural make up.

She got out of the chair and went to her bedroom.

‘Could I have some socks please auntie ‘I stammered

‘Certainly not’ she said ‘in an outfit like that you do not wear socks’.

‘Have you forgotten something’, she said holding out the hand cream.

‘Sorry’ as I rubbed some into my hands.

Go down stairs she said and there is some morning flakes for you on the table and do not forget to take the vitamin pills by the side Alison will make sure you do’ I did as she said and washed the pills down with water and ate my breakfast with Alison.

Chapter 3

‘Come on now Andee its time for my hair appointment’ aunt said. ‘But I don’t want to go’ I sobbed,’I don’t want all my hair cut off, please, please.

She gabbed my hand and dragged me to the car.

’Don’t be so ridiculous, nobody Is going to cut all of your hair off, far from it’ she said as she fastened my seatbelt around me ‘its just being tidied up, I have spoken to my hairdresser, Joan, and she says she will do your trim as the other two girls are busy’ she said as we drove off in the car with Alison waving at the door.

We pulled up outside the Salon which read above the door Joan’s Hair an Beauty and I screamed ‘Please, please auntie don’t take me in there its for girls it does not say anything about unisex’ She dragged me out of the car pulled my tracksuit bottoms down to expose my rear end a slapped it hard.

‘Now stop this nonsense and walk with me, all girls like to have their hair done and if you show you don’t you will bring to yourself the attention of the other clients who will the laugh, so I suggest you shut up and en joy your first salon experience although a short one’ she said holding my hand as we walked through the door.

The feminine smell hit me straight away .

‘Good morning Mary’ said the receptionist.

‘Good morning Sarah’ aunt said.

‘Oh, Mary we haven’t got your niece booked in’ said Sarah.

‘Oh god ‘I thought ‘they think I am a girl’.

‘No that’s ok Sarah I have spoken with Joan this morning and she says she will give Angie here a quick trim in between doing me’ ‘Fine take a seat’ said Sarah.

Oh no she called me Angie, I am so glad my friends cant see me now.

We sat down and had full view of the salon.

Aunt placed her handbag on her lap with her hands crossed over the top while we waited.

It was unbelievably feminine there were three stylists standing dressed in pink dress type smock uniforms with white court shoes, one cutting a ladies hair who I noticed had some butterfly clips in to hold her hair out of the way just like I had last night. The other was blow drying a ladies hair and at the other end was a lady having little tiny curlers put all over her head in straight lines and another younger girl, passing the stylist pink and blue rollers.

‘Auntie please. I don’t want any of those in.please’

‘Your not, this time’ she said’ those are perm curlers, now’s just shut up and be quiet’ This time’ I thought so there must be another time coming up, oh no how can they do this to me.

I continued to look around the salon.

There was a row of six hairdryers with three ladies sitting with their heads underneath them with rollers in and pink nets around them reading magazines and all with their legs crossed over the same way.

One looked at aunt, held her hand up, wiggled her fingers as if to wave and mined ‘hello Mary, are you ok’ Aunt replied in the same manor and nodded ‘yes are you Jane’ and nodded as the noise of the dryers and stylists speaking to their clients made it impossible to hear in this very busy place.

At the rear of the salon was another lady having her hair washed lying backwards by a younger girl and another sitting up in the chair next to her with a turban around her head having just finished having her hair washed. All of the ladies who were having treatment all had white smocks on except those who had wet hair lying on them, who also had pink towels around their shoulders such as the lady having the perm and the one being blow dried. At the back right hand corner was another lady reclining on a chair with heated rollers in the same as Gwen’s and an addition powder blue plastic bib type garment around her front chest and tied at the back of her neck, having her face made up.

In the left corner was a lady sitting at a nail station with rollers in and no net having her nails painted.

The décor of the place was something else.

The walls were a very light grey trimmed with pink and mirrors at the position of five workstations and pictures of hairstyles everywhere. Trolleys full of different rollers were spread around the room.

Behind me in the reception was a flounced net curtain halfway down the window. I also notice there were two doors one at each side of the salon with waxing room above one and sun room above the other.

At that moment I was bought back to reality with Sarah holding open a white smock, with another one beneath her arm, which auntie placed her arms into the big baggy sleeves.

Sarah then tied the gown behind her back and sealed the neck with a Velcro strip behind her neck.

The gown came down to mid thigh length leaving the end of her dress exposed.

‘Thank you Sarah’ aunt said.

’Ok young lady a smaller one for you, arms out’ as she opened up my smock.

I meekly placed my arms in it and she tied it at the back the same as aunts. This must have been made for the younger client because it came mid thigh on me.’ Thank Sarah, Angie’ ‘Thank you Sarah’ I said. as we both sat back down. At that the shampoo girl came through and called aunt Mary. As she got up she said ‘now you sit there and be good, they will fetch you shortly and do everything they ask, one sign of a problem and your pants will be down in the middle of the salon and slapped’ I shuddered at the thought I watched aunt taken to a styling station by the shampoo girl and her long blonde hair taken out of her scrunchie and her hair vigorously brushed. Next she was taken to the wash basins where she lay back and the girl washed and conditioned her hair.

She sat up with a turban on and was taken to the styling station.

Next the same girl came and fetched me.

‘Hi I am Jane’ she said ‘would you like to come with me’ as she walked towards the spare styling station next to aunt.

I sat down.’ Lets just brush out any old lacquer’ as she vigorously brushed my hair from front to back.

I could see aunt turning towards me in the mirror with her turban on and her red lipstick glistening and stretched as she smiled.

My head kept pulling backwards with each stroke.

‘There that’s it I bet your glad to get that out of your hair, come with me and we will get it washed’ She could not have said a truer word, I was desperate to get the lacquer out of my hair.

As I rose out of the seat a stylist came and removed aunts turban ‘That must be Joan’ I thought.

She was not a big woman but very domineering looking with shoulder length bleached blonde curly hair possibly in her mid to late thirties, wearing heavy make up bright red lipstick the same as aunts. .

Jane wrapped a pink towel around my shoulders and I lay back with my head in the shampoo bowl.

She sprayed my hair with warm water rubbing her fingers between it. I felt a cold blob on top of my head and she lathered my hair massaging all over for what seemed an age.

She rinsed and repeated, all the time my head moving with her massage strokes.

Once again she rinsed thoroughly.

I then felt another blob on my hair, ‘this will feel cold because it is a deep conditioner’ she said as she massaged it into my hair. She wrapped a towel around my hair and rinsed her hands. ‘We will leave that on for five minutes to do its work’ she explained as she dried her hands on a towel looking down on me.

At that she went to fetch another lady from reception, brushed her hair and lay her back in the shampoo bowl next to me and began to wash her hair. I turned to the side and could see auntie with her head beginning to be covered in pale yellow 1" diameter rollers.

She had a line running from front to back and Joan was standing at the side of her with a section of hair pulled out full length of about 12" and winding another roller onto it.

I turned back and continued to look at the ceiling wondering how I ever got into this. Just then aunt Mary’s head appeared in my view with the top and one side of her head covered in rollers and the other side hanging past her shoulders.

‘I do not appreciate looking in the mirror at you lying there with your legs

apart, cross them immediately in a nice manor as all of the ladies in this shop’

‘ Sorry auntie’ I said and immediately crossed one knee over the other. ‘If you repeatedly sit like that I will have no hesitation to put you in a dress and that will teach you to sit with your legs crossed so as people will not see your knickers’ ‘s..Sorry auntie’ I repeated ‘I do not want to be put in a dress, p…please auntie’ I stammered.’

‘Well remember what I have said sit properly and be polite’ as she walked back to her chair Jane finished washing and conditioning the ladies hair next to me and left it wrapped in a towel as mine.

She unwrapped my hair and thoroughly rinsed out the conditioner. After she had wrapped another dry towel around my head she leaned me up and walked me back to the waiting area.

I passed aunt Mary and could see Joan had about six more rollers to put in to finish her set.

Sitting down I watched aunt Mary get finished.

Joan completed the set and wrapped her hair in a pink net tying it at the back.

Joan then walked aunt to the hairdryer bank directly behind her mirror, lifted the front of the hood and when aunt had got herself comfortable she closed the front of the hood leaving only her face exposed and switched the dryer on. Aunt was given a magazine as the woman under the dryer next to her. Next Joan called me to her station, which was directly in full view of the window.

I sat down and she draped a towel around my shoulders. ’ Your auntie has told me you want a wedge shaped cut like this’ She showed me a book with a girl photographed with blonde hair and the bottom front left long curled under.The back shorter and the long bangs as well as curled under, pointing forward I screamed’ I don’t want that style’ and immediately burst into tears. Joan looked across at auntie and the whole salon went quiet other than the hum of the driers.

Immediately I saw aunt open the front of her drier, stand up and storm towards me. ‘What the hell is the matter? just a minute Joan’ as she grabbed my hand and dragged me from the chair across the salon into the waxing room. Luckily there was no one in there.

She bent me over the table pulled down my bottoms and knickers and gave me six slaps on my rear end.

I sobbed profusely as the curled woman continued holding my cape up slapping me. When she had finished she stood me back up.

’Hopefully that will teach you a lesson’. She said while pulling my knickers and bottoms back up. ‘When you get home we will teach you to be better mannered’ she said.

I noticed her net had come loose and one of the rollers was hanging. She wiped my eyes with a facial wipe, walked me to the styling station and went back to the dryer ‘Joan put right her loose roller and net and re-shut the front. As I sat down my backside felt as though it had been scalded. Joan got to work by undoing my turban. She combed through my hair and stretched the ends.

‘Dear Dear what a mess’.

Once again I had my hair sectioned into butterfly clips only this time Joan started trimming my hair.

By the time she had finished trimming the sides were below my chin and the back was about 2" shorter.

‘Well that’s better’ Joan said.

I did not really notice much difference to the length other than the snips of hair over my cape and towel ‘Now while I finish your aunts hair Jane is going to blow dry yours into shape as she has just started training at college so it will be good practice for her and I haven’t got time’ Jane came over and removed the towel from around my shoulders, shook it on the floor and replaced it around my shoulders.

Another young girl who I had not seen before came over and swept the hair off the floor.

I watched Joan in the mirror, while Jane was getting prepared to dry my hair, fetch auntie from under the dryer at seat her next to me. She removed her net and left her rollers to cool.

Aunt Mary, Joan and Jane chatted about the eventual shape of my hair as if I wasn’t there.

Jane combed styling mousse through my hair; combing it till it disappeared and butterfly clip sectioned it yet again.

At that stage I noticed Joan had started removing aunts rollers. Jane finished drying my hair and at the same time all of aunt’s rollers were out and her head was a mass of hanging blonde curls.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a very effeminate boy with a centre parting that flicked halfway down the sides, which came straight down and curled slightly under and forward.

Jane stood behind me and looked over my head into the mirror ‘ Oh no Miss Joan I haven’t got it to curl far enough under, it’s a mess’. ‘Don’t be so silly’ said Joan as she finished tweaking aunts hair.

She stood behind me with Jane and aunt looking on,

‘Do you think it needs more kink Mary’

Aunt looked across’ well I would prefer a slight bit more and maybe a bit more lift in the bangs’ They all spoke as if I wasn’t there again but I dared not say a word. Joan advised,’ Jane put some heated rollers in the ends and a couple in the front’ Jane went to another station where the rollers were already hot and bought them back to my station and plugged them in just to give a little booster she said. I looked across at aunt with a pleading look on my face.

She didn’t see me as her eyes were shut while Joan misted her hair with lacquer.

Jane put the first roller in the top right side of my hair winding it backwards and followed with the top left hand bang.

As I sat there with two rollers in the top of my hair I noticed Joan had finished aunt and was removing her cape.

Jane moved to the side and pulled downwards a full section of hair and rolled it up as high as it would go in front of my ear.

Aunt stood up and her hair was a mass of curls to her shoulders, which swept back on one side, in fact, I must say she looked stunning. Jane continued putting the heated rollers in the ends of my hair winding them tight behind both ears and the back of my head while aunt chatted to her and Joan about her college work.

Jane finished putting the rollers in around the ends of my hair.

‘They will be in about fifteen minutes’ Jane said.

‘Oh good’ said aunt’ I must just pop to the shop next door’ while I wait for her’ she said as she took the cap off a tube of lipstick, screwed the insides up and leaned forward into my mirror and re-touched her lips. Leaning back replacing the cap and rubbing her lips together she looked down at me and said’ you be good, auntie will be back in ten minutes’ I sat there mute and as I nodded my agreement I felt the heavy rollers swing in my hair, that was a stark reminder of my very vulnerable position. I watched the maze of activity in the salon through the mirror as the rollers went cold. What must have been an air stewardess came and sat in the station next to me as she was wearing a blue, red and white multi-coloured, dress uniform, navy court shoes and navy tights with a red silk neck scarf and she wanted her hair dry styled into a French plait finished with a red ribbon at the end and I had heard her say she was on the Malaga run today to the stylist Jane bought me back to reality as she appeared behind me. ‘Ok, lets get these rollers out’ as she pulled the metal clip down and carefully unwound the first roller.

‘Beautiful’ she said as a coil of hair hung down the side. ‘That’s taken wonderful’ she smiled as she continued fetching the rest of the rollers out.

’ We will just leave them to finish cooling for a second’. I saw this image of a former boy in the mirror with two backward facing curls on top of my forehead and at the sides and back.

Jane used a round brush to brush my hair and made the top curls flick down and round and over the straight sides, and brushed the bottom around her finger, which made my hair wave out and in.

With her fingers she pointed the sides to the front.

‘That’s perfect Jane’ Joan said as she looked across from the reception. Auntie re-entered the salon carrying a couple of bags that read J & C Girls Boutique. ‘Oh you have done a wonderful job of that Jane’ aunt said smiling as Jane walked around me misting heavily perfumed lacquer around my hair. Jane then produced a mirror to show me the sides and back. I could see my neck now and the cut of the sides pointing downwards, waving under with a little curl pointing forward.

‘Well at least it wasn’t curly on top like when I came in I thought.

She replaced the mirror and had me stand up.

While auntie paid the receptionist, Jane undid my robe at the back and tweaked a little bit of my hair.

As we said goodbye and walked out of the salon and into the car I could feel my hair swishing about against my neck.

My neck also felt the air around it and the smell of lacquer kept finding my nose.

‘You embarrassed me in there’ she said dragging me to the car by my hand. ‘Just wait till I get you home’

Chapter 4

We pulled in the drive and Alison was standing at the door to meet us. ’Oh mommy your hair looks wonderful and doesn’t Andee’s look gorgeous’ she said with her hands together.

We went into the living room and auntie dropped the bags on the sofa. ’ What have you bought mommy isn’t that the name of a little girls shop’ ‘ Yes darling’ she said ‘Andee, go upstairs immediately and shout me when you have all of your clothes off’.

‘Are the clothes for Andee mommy’

‘Yes darling’ she stared at me

‘Andee was like a baby in the salon so if he wants to act like one he will dress like one for one week, until he learns some manors and how to act properly. ‘B…But auntie I only said I didn’t want a girls hairstyle’ I whimpered ‘ Yes and stopped the whole salon working, go and get your clothes off now’ she screamed.

I ran upstairs and removed my clothing until I was naked. She stormed into the room and lay a white towel on the bed in a triangle shape,’ Lie on that she said and she picked me up positioned my backside central on the triangle and lay me down.

I heard the front door open and aunt shouted, ‘Gwen, is that you’ ‘Yes mommy’ said Gwen.

‘Oh good, girls, both of you come upstairs I want to give you some more womanhood tuition’.

Both girls entered the room and stared at me with a look of joy on their faces. ‘I am going to show you how to put on a nappy and you will be expected to change Andee’s nappy over his next weeks punishment’ She took the top off a big pot.’ now this baby cream stops babies bottom from getting nappy rash, which is caused when baby does doo doos or pee pees in their nappy. Make sure you rub this right in the recess of babies bottom and around their peepee’ she said holding my legs apart and bent over my chest rubbing the cream in.

She let my legs drop and while apart she bought up the towel between them and safety pinned the sides together and said,’ there, now when baby is comfortable these rubber panties slide up the legs and over the Terry cloth like so, and will stop any dampness coming through’ as she released the elastic around my waist.

‘ Now we know baby cannot let wet out we can put her tights on’ as she pulled a pair of white ribbed woolly tights out of another bag and pulled them up over my legs. Tears were streaming down my face and she added’ oh yes its perfectly normal for babies to cry during this process its probably a sign that they are hungry’ She finished pulling the tights up and leaned me back up. She then produced a white vest with lace around the neck and armholes. Slipping it over my head she said ‘Always support babies back while doing this so as not to let baby fall backwards’ pulling it over the top of my tights. ‘Oh dam’, she said ‘we’ve messed babies hair up’ she went to her drawer and fetched out and extremely fine brown hairnet.

She used to use it over her hair when she had it styled on top of her head before she had it coloured she explained ‘It kept her hair in place all night when she went somewhere special.

‘It’s the same type of mesh as girls use to keep a bun in place in conjunction with a scrunchie’ she added .

She placed the net over my hair and shaped it to the style. My hair felt as stiff as cardboard and looked like a Startrek girls hair except not pink, . Both girls looked fascinated.

Again she lay me back and produced a pair of pink rumba pants with froths of white lace and pulled them up my legs over the tights. ‘There that’s babies bottom end seen to’ she explained, ‘Now lets finish the top’ as she produce a matching pink baby girls dress with a square elasticised top and pleats from just below the breast area.

The hem was trimmed with white lace and so too were the elasticised short puffy sleeves.

Over my head it went as she pulled it down to below my bottom and fastened it at the back with two white pearl buttons.

By now I was sobbing and whimpering uncontrolably.

She sat next to me on the bed and undid the top of her dress. ‘Now Gwen and Alison I am now going to demonstrate why us ladies have breasts’ she explained.

’ It is always good to have a front fastening bra when nursing like this one’ as she uncoupled the fastenings.

Out popped her breast.

She reached for me and draped my back across her lap with my face looking up at her breast and her arm supporting my neck.

I screamed with humiliation at this stage as she said’ there, there darling din din is coming. Now girls watch this’ as she titled her nipple with her spare hand and it immediately stood to attention.

With her middle finger one side of her nipple and her fore finger the other she pulled my mouth to it and popped it in my mouth.

My cries became muffled as she rocked me backwards and forwards.

Both girls looked amazed at how quiet I had gone.

‘There you are a suckle at a breast soon quietens them down’ she said. ‘After ten minutes girls you give them the other breast’ as she turned me round and put me on the other breast. I have to admit something about it was very soothing and I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up ‘where am I ‘ I thought as I looked around and saw pink bars around my bed sheep on the walls and hanging toys.

I felt so week I could not move, well, I hadn’t the strength to stand up. At that, aunt Mary walked in,’ hello littlie Angie kin has my little girl woke up in Alison and Gwen’s old nursery’ as she looked over the cot. ‘Can babykins remember why she is here and has been given a muscle relaxant,’ I part nodded my head ‘Yes’ she said ‘ Angie was a very naughty little girl at aunties hairdressers earlier and auntie and Gwen and Alison are treating you like a baby all week’ as she tittles my cheek with her finger.

I looked at her with a pleading look and went to tell her I needed the toilet. I couldn’t speak, this muscle relaxant must be working on my voice box all I could do was make a straining sound. ‘ ‘Lets get you up’ she said ‘and give you some dinner’ She picked me out of the cot easily as I was only a very small-framed boy and took me downstairs. She put me in a high chair and asked Gwen to do me some oats in a dish and to taste it to make sure it was not too hot for baby.

Aunt Mary placed a bib around my shoulders and started spoon-feeding me.

‘Open wide’ as the spoon went in.

As she was feeding me there was the most horrendous smell

‘ Oh dear, has little Angie filled her nappy, Gwen will change it for you when you have finished your din, din’.

I must have done my duty and not realised, it must be the relaxant, I thought. Gwen picked me out of the chair and lay me on a plastic mat with a smirk on her face. I could tell she did not like me as she was enjoying every minute of my humiliation. She pulled down my tights and pants. There you are’ said auntie ‘no leaks’ as Gwen undid the towel around me. I cried at the humiliation as aunt and Alison looked on. She pulled my legs in the air and wiped me all round and re- creamed me.

She replaced my nappy, picked me up sat on the sofa opened her blouse and bra, produced her breast and put my mouth on it.

‘ Superb’ said an elated auntie ‘ I would say you’re a natural at motherhood’ she said as Gwen smiled on changing me from one breast to the other. For a whole week I was treated like this between Gwen and aunt. I never suckled Alison because aunt thought she was too young, however, she was allowed to watch, learn and help while I was bathed, fed and treated as any twelve month old.

Chapter 5

After a week of taunting and humiliation aunt woke me up and said ‘OK Andee you have had your punishment and excepted it well, very shortly the medication you have been having will wear off, be sure that if ever you embarrass me again you will be put in the dresses of an older girl permanently’ she said as she walked out of the door.

Sure enough over the next couple of hours the relaxant wore off and I was able to climb out of the cot myself.

I went down stairs. ‘Go and get yourself out of your nappy and dress and clean yourself up in the bathroom, I will inspect you when you are finished and remember I don’t think you want any more punishments like that. Put on your towelling dressing gown and I will find you some clothes out of your new wardrobe’.

I entered the bathroom and took off the punishment clothes and nappy, uurrg!

What a mess I thought.

I washed my 3 f’s cleansed and moisturised my face cleaned my teeth and my ears.

I used the roll on anti-persperant.

I dressed in my pink terry cloth dressing gown and called auntie.

She came upstairs and inspected me from head to toe. ’ Wonderful, you have been learning haven’t you’ she said with a smile on her face. She opened one of the two wardrobes in my bedroom, which was full of new clothes and fetched out a white sleeveless tee shirt with a powder blue logo, which she slipped over my head.

She then fetched out some matching powder blue shorts and white knickers. Aunt slipped the cotton knickers up my legs and I noticed they had what looked like re-enforcing in the crotch where she sprinkled the talcum powder. She then slid the shorts up my legs and fastened them with the single button at the elasticised top.

The shorts came down to mid thigh and were baggy.

When my legs were closed together, which auntie insisted upon when standing still, they looked like a girls skirt.

Then came the sandals which were white trimmed with light blue and slipped them on my feet without socks.

’ Should I not wear socks auntie’ I asked.

‘No darling’ she replied ‘the weather is warm and you need to keep your legs and feet as free as possible for the air to circulate, it also helps keep you fresh’

I looked in the wardrobe and could see rows of the same sought of clothes.

‘Aren’t these clothes more for girls auntie ‘I politely asked.

‘ Of course not darling, blue for a boy’ she added.

I accepted her answer but felt concerned when I saw some of the other colours in the wardrobe.

‘Oh well’ I thought ‘at least I am not wearing pink today’ I thought.

‘What is in the other wardrobe auntie’ I inquisitively asked.

‘Nothing for you to worry about darling, and it is kept locked. She tapped my bottom,’ go on then Alison is down stairs go and play while I get breakfast.

’Oh I just thought go and get a glass of water from the bathroom’

I did as she said

‘Open wide’

I opened my mouth and she popped two little vitamin pills in my mouth.

‘Of you go’ she said as I scurried off downstairs.

Alison was downstairs as I joined her to watch morning television.

There was a lady having a makeover as part of woman’s hour television.

She watched it intensively as I said ‘good morning Alison’

‘Sshh’she said ‘this lady is having her face made up and I am trying to watch what they are doing’ I started to watch it but found it very boring and was glad when auntie called us for breakfast.

Brilliant I though ‘I didn’t have to sit at that high chair,’ what a relief.

As we ate breakfast Alison asked ‘mommy I was just watching television and the beautician said after you have applied lipstick dab it with powder and re-apply’

‘That’s the correct way to apply it when you are going somewhere special and you want your make up to last longer. On normal days powder first and then lipstick’

I was totally uninterested with chatter across the table women’s stuff until I heard aunt say. ‘Alison your hair needs a trim and I have booked you and Andee in at Joan’s at 11.30 for a trim and Andee for a blow wave’. I shuddered at the thought, although smiled meekly. ‘And I am so sure that Andee will be good I will drop you both at the door without going in and I will pick you up and pay the bill, as I have to pop to Aunt Roses to see if her and Jake (her son) would like to come round for afternoon tea today.

Oh call him Angie when you are in the salon Alison’.

‘Yes mommy’ Alison replied.

Aunt dropped us outside the salon and kissed Alison and said ‘I will be back in half an hour, now go straight in that door while mommy checks you get in ok and no nasty men try to run off with you’ ‘Ok mommy’ Alison said as looked back and waved to her as we entered the shop. ‘Good morning girls’ said Sarah.

‘Good morning Sarah’ we both said together.

She stood up and collected two capes off the hooks.

’ Arms out’ she said to Alison as she draped her and fastened the smaller size cape around her back.

‘Arms out ‘ she said to me and she repeated the same on me. I really hated this humiliation but dare not put one foot wrong for fear of the nursery, and dresses this time as aunts threat rung around my mind. ‘Take a seat girls and Jane is doing Angie’s blow dry and Alison, Joan is doing your trim’ we both sat down in the gowns.

‘ Oh no’ I realised’ this time I have shorts on and look at Alison with a skirt on she is showing her legs exactly the same,’ I look like a girl’, as I began to fill up with tears.

I wiped the tear from the corner of my eye with my finger and as I did the whole of my gown lifted exposing more of my legs.

Alison looked at me and said ‘don’t cry I will stay with you and ask if we can sit together’ At that Jane called us through ‘ ready girls take your seats and head back in the bowl. As I leaned back I remembered about crossing my knees as the gown lifted.

There we lay and while Jane shampooed my hair Joan shampooed Alison’s because they were not that busy.

In fact there was only two ladies in there, one with foil around her hair and one under the drier.

We had our hair dried and Alison had hers trimmed without any glitches I was so pleased because I did not have to have any heated rollers in this time. Alison’s hair was slightly longer than mine; hers touched her shoulders so I was finished first.

Aunt entered the salon ‘Oh you both look wonderful’ she gleamed as she paid Sarah. Joan came and spoke to aunt.

‘ Mary, are you going to let Angie’s hair grow longer.’

‘Well I was hoping another couple of inches’ she replied. ’ Well I think it may be a good idea to consider a body perm so that it holds its shape better, give it another 1" or so and I think it will be necessary.’ ‘ Yes I think that maybe a good idea we will see how it goes over the next few weeks’ she said as we left the salon That afternoon aunt Rose and her son Jake arrived.

He was two months younger than me and he was a proper lad. He was wearing denim cut offs, a polo shirt and boy’s trainers and short-cropped hair. ‘How I longed to be like him’ I thought.

Aunt Mary made the tea and said to us ‘ go and play out in the garden nicely, she said ‘ and Alison please make sure Andee does not get dirty’ ‘ Ok mommy ‘ she said as we went outside.

‘Shall we play catch’ she said.

I didn’t really want to play a girls game but had to because of fear of my aunt.

‘ No’ said Jake, lets play football instead.

Now Jake was talking ‘ I thought

‘ We cant possibly play that Jake’ explained Alison ‘ because we have had our hair done this morning at Joan’s salon and it will get messed up’. Jake looked at me and sneered.

‘ I know’ she said ‘ we can play swing ball’ as she went back in the house. Jake looked at me’ have you been a sissy and been to a ladies hairdressers, that’s where my mom goes’.

I started to cry and said’ they made me. I just want to play football and rugby and do things that other boys do at my age.’

‘ Well why don’t you’ Jake said

‘Because I will be severely punished’ and explained to him what had happened the past few weeks.

He looked very sorry for me and I think from that day onwards we became friends.

Aunt Rose called Jake when it was time to go and she kissed us all.

Chapter 6

Over the next 15 months or so I continued with my daily cleansing routine, shaving any very fine hair that appeared on my legs and under my arms and keeping my hair clean and tidy as it was growing.

Aunt kept popping my vitamin pills into my mouth every morning and blow drying my hair.

Aunt Rose came around regularly with Jake and in general life carried on as it had started.

Regularly aunt Mary would spot check my hygiene and even bend me over to check I had cleaned inside my back passage.

One day Jake and I were in the garden in a home made tent and Alison was in the house.

Jake asked ‘have you tried masturbating yet, because I have and I can produce sperm, do you want to see, why don’t you try it as well’ he said as he pulled his shorts down. We were obviously experimenting, inquisitive boys who were going through puberty.

As Jakes pants came off I saw his Scrotum hanging and was amazed at the size of his Penis. He also had very hairy legs and hairs just growing running up to his belly button.

Mine was nothing like that and he is younger than me. My penis is still very small and testicles certainly haven’t dropped like his. Although aunt insists I shave my legs the hair on them is very fine and I only have to do them once a week.

I noticed Jake’s hips went straight down when mine tended to stick out slightly.

‘Can I see you chest Jake’ I asked

‘Sure’ as he took his vest off.’ Take your clothes off’ he said and lets see how your body is managing through this time.

‘Oh oh no its ok’ I said as I looked at his nipples which were a lot smaller than mine. Mine had seemed to get bigger over the last few weeks. ‘ Come on’ he said with a forcing look on his face.

I slowly stripped and he laughed when he saw my genitals. ‘ You’ve got no chance of proving your maleness with that’ after he had finished laughing we compared chests.

My nipples were definitely larger than his and more protruding also the area around them was bigger with little white dots in them. They were also quite tender.

‘I should show your aunt them’ he said ‘ maybe the are septic’ he looked seriously.

My skin also seemed a different texture to his and he had sideboards of thick superfluous type hair.

Mine was completely free of any hair and in fact shiny like a doll. ‘That’s probably due to the daily cleansing and moisturising aunt insists I do’ I thought He started masturbating and eventually he sighed and a stream of semen came flooding out of his penis while I watched on. He writhed with pleasure as the watery semen came out.

When he was calm he said, ‘ Go on you try it’.

I held my small penis between my thumb and middle finger and vibrated it up and down as fast ass I could.

It didn’t get hard and stick up like Jakes but was definitely firmer. In the end a sensation, which made my whole body writhe and squirm, took hold, I moaned for what seemed like an age.

Jake looked on fascinated.

After I had finished he commented well you can certainly reach orgasm but where is your Semen.

I also noted none was present and felt as if I could of done it again. ‘I should definitely ask your aunt to take you to see a Doctor’ he said as we replaced our clothes.

‘I will tell her but as she doesn’t care much for me I will leave it unless it gets worse’ I said.

‘Well I can speak to my mom’ said Jake ‘ she is a Doctor and she may put it to your aunt in a different way’ ‘Would you’ I said ‘Oh yes please because I would dearly love to be able to do what you do’ Aunt Mary called us in for our tea and cakes.

As we entered, Alison was already sitting at the table. We joined them and Jake took his mother outside ‘ to show her the tent’ he explained. I guessed what he wanted to ask her, as I sat next to Alison and they left the room.

‘Back straight Andee and sit up at the table properly’ auntie reminded me, I was in another world thinking of how Jake’s body looked and what he could do with compared to mine.

Jake and aunt Rose entered and he whispered ‘ mother thinks it’s just your stage of puberty but she said when we go back outside she will take a look at your nipples just to check for any problems’.

‘That’s good it would settle my mind’ I confirmed.

After tea and cakes we went back outside and sure enough aunt Rose followed. In a caring way she said’ I understand you have an embarrassing problem with your chest Andee, lift up your tee shirt and let me look’ I did as she said ‘mmmh’ she commented ‘there seems to be a little bit of swelling beneath your nipples dear, it is probably nothing to worry about but I will have a quiet word in your aunts ear’ as she gently squeezed and prodded the little tiny lumps making me flinch.

I pulled down my tee shirt and Aunt Rose disappeared into the house. Jake said ‘I told you it was nothing to worry about as we carried on playing and Alison joined us.

After a few minutes aunt Mary called me in and asked Alison and Jake to stay outside.

I went in and both aunts were sitting at the table. ‘Andee, aunt Rose has been telling me of your concerns and we would like you to take all of your clothes off please and stand up straight.

I immediately, and without thinking did exactly as she said until all you could see was the talcum powder stains in my bottom.

‘Stand sideways Andee’ aunt Mary said. ‘I think there could be some development in the chest area Mary’ said Rose.

‘ And there is definitely no development of the genitals yet, although there is some fat distribution around the backside and hips I think we need to take weekly pictures and see what is going on Mary, I feel there could be some hormonal imbalance and that’s why he cry’s such a lot. I have a digital camera in the car, while I fetch it tie his hair back in scrunchie a s I want a picture of his full profile and we can track any changes on the computer’ Aunt had a smile on her face as aunt Rose went to her car and she produced a brush and scrunchie.

While I was standing she walked behind me and brushed my hair back from the front and up from the back and positioned the scrunchie at the back of my head. She also slid a hair clip in above each ear to hold it flat my ponytail ended up at least 5" long as she gave my hair a coating of lacquer. Aunt Rose came back into the room and carefully positioned herself at a set distance to my side.

‘Chin up’ she said as aunt Mary pushed my chin up in the air with her forefinger.

Aunt Rose took several shots all around me.

‘O k that’s fine I can feed them into the computer and we can see what happens over the next few weeks’.

‘Run along Andee and get your clothes on and leave your hair like that please’ ‘Yes auntie’ I said as I felt my pony tail swish around my neck. I was worried sick about the way they were talking as if some different development was happening to me.

’ What if I was changing into a girl’ I panicked.

I went back outside to Alison and Jake and they were playing catch ‘I love your hair’ said Alison Jake looked amazed ‘why have you got a pony tail he asked. ’Because I have just had some profile photographs took by your mother to check if my developments going ok and they are keeping watch on me over the next couple of weeks’ I replied.

‘ Lots of boys have pony tails ‘ said Alison

‘ Jake has told me about your chest let me look’

I looked at Jake in horror as he had told Alison and he shrugged his shoulders. ’Oh come on silly let me look as she pulled up my tee shirt and inspected my swollen nipples.

‘ Andee those are exactly the way mine looked 6 months ago’ she said. My eyes filled up when I looked at her breasts beneath her tee shirt, they were at least an A cup.

‘Your skin even feels like mine around there’ as she stroked and squeezed my nipple. She flicked it a couple of times ‘ look’ she said ‘it even gets erect for nursing. I snatched my tee shirt down and ran to my bedroom sobbing uncontrollably.

They followed and sat on my bed.

‘Don’t worry Andee’ they said’ Mommy will sought you out’ said Alison.

I continued sobbing and they left the room.

I must have dozed to sleep.

Chapter 8

Routines continued over the next few weeks except every Friday we had a visit from aunt Rose and Jake for my development photographs. I new things were not right as I still had no development of my genitals, my voice had not broken and swellings were getting bigger beneath my nipples. In fact you could see the swelling beneath my tighter tee shirts that’s why I started wearing baggier ones.

I also started wearing elasticised waist baggy shorts so as they stayed up properly Aunt Rose also took some blood tests which only her and aunt Mary new the results.

Aunt Mary also began giving me a third tablet in a morning saying it would help with my problem.

Jake was beginning to encourage me to do more boyish things like build aeroplanes and play football, on their visits although I hadn’t got his strength to kick the ball.

One day Jake asked if Alison himself and me could go to the park to play. Both aunts agreed but Gwen would have to take us and pick us up. (Gwen had also announced her engagement to David that day that’s how I think I got permission to go, because auntie was so enthralled about the forthcoming wedding). Alison finally decided to come after debating on whether she would rather listen to the wedding plans due in 4 months time or a rare game in the park We drove to the park and Gwen arranged to pick us up in 1 hour, which would give her time to begin to make arrangements with aunt for the wedding. She also dropped aunt Rose at home.

As she drove away we went on the recreation area.

Neither Jake nor me wanted a girl with us as we just wanted to let ourselves go.

We went on the roundabout and Alison asked us to slow it down, we made it go faster and faster and she screamed and cried.

We jumped off and run to the swings, she was still on crying for us to make it stop. Eventually it stopped and she got off stumbling from side to side and we laughed at her dizziness.

We sat her on a swing and twisted the chains until we let go and it spun her and she fell off into a dirty puddle, which smeared, up her flouncy white dress.

We ran off with her in pursuit to the stream where there was a rope to swing across. Jake went first and through me back the rope,

I went to jump on the rope and missed and fell right in the stream

‘Oh no’ I suddenly got my thoughts together while Jake laughed and a very dirty

Alison looked down at me

‘What is aunt going to say’

Alison stared me out as I arose and said ‘you wait I don’t think mommy is going to be too hot with you.

I cried as I had landed on one of my tender nipples and the thought of what aunt would do.

Alison ran back to the car park very upset where she had seen Gwen pull on in her car.

I stayed with Jake as we watched Gwen get out of the car and bend down to her. She held her arm obviously in an attempt to calm her down and the started to look for our whereabouts.

We hid behind a tree and I was shaking

‘What do we do now Jake’ I asked.

‘I don’t know other than stay hidden’ he replied.

We stayed by the brook for approximately 15 minutes when we saw aunt Rose pull up in her car onto the car park closely followed by aunt Mary. They got out of their cars and stormed across the playing field towards us. Both women’s faces were like thunder and was probably not helped when there heals started sticking in the ground and they kept losing their shoes. As they got closer Jake said ‘good luck buddy’ as my tears again started flowing.

Aunt Rose grabbed Jakes arm picked him up and smacked his bottom while he was arching his back forward ‘What do you mean being like that with Alison and worst of all encouraging Andee to be like that when you know the problems he has’ she yelled. Jake went running towards the car.

Aunt Mary stood above me arms on her hips with no shoes on just mud-covered tights.

‘Get up’ she ordered as I was cowering crying profusely. Aunt Rose said ‘ I will be around in about 30 minutes Mary; I am just going to put him to bed. Now I have the results of the blood tests I think we may as well go with way to we discussed and I think that will calm Andee down’ Ok Rose’ aunt said as she pulled me by my ear ‘Treat girls like that would you’ she yelled ‘ Alison is in the bath trying to get clean after you, I will teach you respect to women as you have never before, you horrible child, look at the state of you. you are filthy’ she screamed. She carried on and on and on, screaming at me with my ear in one hand and her shoes in the other.

We finally got to the car and she pushed me in.

She sat at the wheel, ’disgraceful she kept chuntering I even have to wash my tights and feet through you’ as she carried on complaining until we pulled into the drive.

Chapter 9

She stopped the car in the drive with a stall, jumped out, opened my door and dragged me out by the hair and in to the door.

She took absolutely no notice of my screams as she pulled me upstairs.

I saw Alison’s dirty dress outside the bathroom door as aunt dragged me in there

‘Get your clothes off now’ she screamed.

I removed my clothes in floods of tears, as she lifted her skirt up and pulled off her dirty tights and through them outside with Alison’s dress. All the time her deep red lips held tightly together in a fearful mood.

‘Sit on that toilet and do your duty’.

‘But, but, aunt I don’t want to do anything’ as the tears poured down my face.

She grabbed a used bar of soap and pushed it straight into my mouth. As I spluttered and choked she yelled ‘ you do as your told and do not back chat me, you will have difficulty in urinating for the next 24 hours so I suggest you clean yourself out, like your mouth is being cleaned out now’. I sat there tears welling in my face, with a bar of soap in my mouth, naked on the toilet when I heard Gwen in the bedroom next door moving furniture about. ‘They must be moving me out of my bedroom’ I thought and in my present predicament that was the least of my problems.

Just then Alison walked into the bathroom wearing her pink flowered matching nightie and silk negligee fastened at the top with lace and a white towel turban wrapped around her hair.

She reached into the cabinet and fetched a box out that read Tampons and fetched a white paper wrapped tube out.

‘ Oh darling leave one of those on the shelf for me please’ said aunt as she removed her dress.

‘ Sure mommy have you started your monthly as well’. ‘No darling’ she said ‘I need it for Angie here to stop any leaks’ I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about and wasn’t really bothered in my present state.

Auntie donned a very light blue gown over the top of her petticoat to just below her knees which Alison tied for her at the back and then her pink plastic overall again tied at the back.

Gwen appeared in the bathroom, looked at me and smiled, ‘Come on Alison I will do your hair while we are waiting.

‘Mommy’, Alison said ‘ Gwen is going to make me all curly and beautiful could you give him some punishment curls after his bath for being horrible to me’ ‘We will see darling but we have a lot to do before we get to that stage and after we have had this little session Andee will be known as Angie and referred to as she or her’.

Alison clasped her hands together ‘ oh goody’ she said ‘a sister my age’. I sobbed uncontrollably as aunt filled the bath with water and scented bath foam.

She looked at me sitting there’ Finished’ she said ‘open wide’ as I opened my mouth and she took out the soap.

My mouth open she produced my toothbrush and thoroughly cleaned my teeth while I sat on the toilet.

Wash your mouth out and spit it in the sink’ she said .

I took a mouthful of the water and leaned into the sink and spat it out. There was blood in it, she had cleaned them so hard and she smiled ‘good I hope that teaches your mouth a lesson’ she said ‘stand up and bend over’ as she pulled a pair of rubber gloves over her hands.

I did as she said and she pulled some toilet paper off the roll and wiped my backside. Next she produced a type of wipe and wiped around my backside. Suddenly to my horror her finger went straight into my hole and started rubbing around, ‘ a thorough cleaning this time for you young lady’ she said as she hummed.

I cringed as she fumbled around with her finger at least 3" inside me. ‘That’s better’ she said as her finger exited my backside. ‘In that bath now’ she ordered as I lay down.

She went outside and fetched clear plastic bag filled with what read as Saline fluid and had a long rubber hose attached to it.

She placed it carefully on the shelf while she fetched out a bottle of body scrub and a large louffer ‘Stand up’ she ordered. I stood up legs apart and she poured the body scrub onto the louffer and started scrubbing me. Around and around in small circles she scrubbed it was as if she wanted to take a layer of skin off. When she got to my chest she put her finger over the swollen nipples, ‘we don’t want to damage those’ she said as I continued crying and she continued scrubbing.

When she released the swollen areas I felt them quiver back to shape. ‘Out you get’ she ordered as she wrapped a fluffy pink towel around me. As the towel touched my skin it was agony on the bright red louffer finish. I flinched and she said ‘don’t worry that soreness will wear off’ as she patted me dry. When I was dry I stood there naked and very frightened, she reached to the cabinet and fetched out a pair of tweezers and plucked two hairs from my eyebrows ‘There that’s better the beauticians will sought you’re rest out, those two stray hairs were beginning to annoy me’.

She then rubbed scented body lotion into my body and said ‘that will make you smell nice and your skin feel as soft as a baby’s bottom’. I squirmed at the thought.

‘Arms up’ as she rubbed my roll on antiperspirant under my arms which really stung due to the rubbing my skin had been through.’ Lastly the moisturiser you certainly are learning what us girls go through now aren’t you to make ourselves look good for men and its not to be made a joke of is it darling’ I shook my head in agreement as Alison walked back in the bathroom.

Gwen had set her hair on bendy rollers, she called them.

‘Are they’re any of those left’ asked aunt Mary.

‘Yes explained Alison there is another box’ she replied.

‘ Oh good’ said aunt Mary.

‘Are you going to set Angie’s hair on them’ asked Alison. ’ Yes darling as soon as we have Angie cleaned up, run along downstairs now and Gwen is taking you to Mrs Niblet next door while we sought Angie out’ she explained ‘ But what about my hair mommy’ she replied. ‘Oh don’t worry you are only going around the front just put a headscarf on’. ‘Yes mommy’ Alison replied ‘do I have to stop there the night or can I help with Angie’.

Aunt Mary replied ‘yes darling for the rest of the afternoon and evening as we have certain things we have to do to Angie’

’ Aw mommy I was hoping for some fun’

Aunt Mary Smiled ‘run along now darling’ as Gwen shouted for Alison to hurry up. Aunt Mary wrapped a turban around my hair as they were talking After they had left aunt Mary applied moisturiser to my face and at the same time called out ‘Rose we are ready dear’ I nearly fell flat on the floor when aunt Rose walked in the bathroom wearing exactly the same powder blue gown aunt Mary had on holding what seemed like a paper gown.

‘W..What are you doing here and where is Jake’ I stammered. ‘Jake is in bed because he was such a naughty boy in leading you to what you did, and I am here because I have the results of your blood tests and your aunt and I feel that the problems your aunt says about your behaviour and the small tender swellings on your chest stems from a hormonal imbalance so I am going to give you a small operation to sought it out once and for all’ she said. ‘OPERATION’ the thought screamed through my head, what are they going to do, open up my head or something, I don’t want gas, oh my god I thought I must run As I tried to get out of the room both women stopped me dead. Aunt Rose assured me the operation would not take long and would not hurt.

I quietened down listening to aunt Rose’s hypnotic voice. ‘Firstly Angie we must get you properly cleaned out because we do not want any infection at the site where I make two very small incisions so I would like you to lean over the bath’ Aunt Mary watched on as I leaned into the bath wearing only my Turban. I felt aunt Rose’s fingers of one hand open the crack of my backside and then I felt her finger of her other hand insert in my back passage a couple of times. ‘This is only petroleum Jelly I am putting in to give us lubrication and a good seal Angie so don’t panic’ as she sat on a stool.

I was shaking with fear when I heard aunt Rose ask aunt Mary for the tube. I half turned my head and saw aunt Mary holding the saline bag in the air as aunt Rose had asked passing her the end of the tube. I suddenly felt the tube entering me.

‘Keep your muscles untensed and it wont hurt’

I tried but the further it went in the more it hurt. It must have gone in at least 5" when I heard aunt Rose say, ‘that’s in nicely pass me the bag Mary’. At that I felt some warm solution flooding into my stomach. More and more flowed in and underneath I could see my stomach beginning to distend. More and more they pumped in until I looked like a 5-month pregnant teenage girl. ‘Ok Mary I think that will do, pass me the tampon please’.

I heard aunt Mary rip the paper cover of the tampon Alison had left. ’ Thank you Mary’ said aunt Rose as she slid the tube out whilst at the same time squeezing my cheeks together. Suddenly I felt the cardboard tube of the tampon sliding inside me.

‘Just slide the outer tube back out darling and then you can have half an hour while the fluid cleans you,’ I felt the tube slide out and she patted me on my backside ‘ There we are dear that wasn’t so bad was it’ aunt Rose said.

I looked between my legs and could see a piece of string hanging.

‘Stand up dear’, said aunt Rose.

I slowly stood up and straightened my back.

My stomach certainly protruded out. Aunt Mary patted it and said’ ooh my word it looks as if we will have to teach you the finery’s of nursing’ as I stood there with budding breasts and a distended tummy.

‘OK darling lets just put this paper gown on you and we can go and do your hair while we wait for the fluids to work, hold forward your arms’. I held my arms forward and she slid the paper type gown up them and fastened it up at the back with Velcro fasteners.

The gown fell just below my knees and had a vee neck. Aunt Rose held a pair of rubber pants out stretched in her fingers, ‘ pop these on sweetheart just in case we have any leaks’ she slid the panties under my gown ad stopped with about 3" to go.

She then produced a sticky back liner, which she stuck in the gusset of the panties.

She finished pulling the up over my belly, dropped my gown and said ‘ there we cant be too over cautious, we cant have a mess on the chair when auntie does your hair can we Angie’ I shook my head in agreement as I held up the fluids in my swollen belly with my hand through the gown.

By now I had come to terms with my fate and just went along with whatever they said with just the odd tear.

‘Come with me darling, we will go and do something with that hair while we have some time’ as she held my other hand and took me into her room. I noticed aunt Rose had gone into the spare room where I had earlier heard shuffling furniture.

‘Sit down darling’ as aunt Mary pulled her chair from under the vanity. I sat down very gently ‘ that’s the way’ she said,’ you are excused from crossing your knees this time I know it is awkward so take note of the way pregnant ladies sit down and now you know why’.

I placed both hands on my swollen belly.

Aunt Mary draped a pink towel around my shoulders and fastened it with a pink butterfly clip at the front.

She unwound my turban and let my hair flop on to the towel. Aunt poured a bottle into her hand, which read Setting Lotion and massaged it into my hair.

As she vigorously rubbed it I could feel my belly moving which, occasionally hurt and made me jump.

‘Does that feel like baby kicking’ she sneered as she combed through the lotion. ‘You are beginning to see what ladies have to go through, and its not to be ridiculed is it?’ she reminded me.

‘N…No auntie’ I said.

She opened a box with the word ‘Clairol Benders’ on it and pulled what looked like a red rubber stick from it.

Aunt Mary stood behind me and combed a section of hair at the front of my head pulling it upwards.

She then held the rod horizontally at the end and wound the hair around it right down to my head. When the rod was fully down to my scalp she folded each end over to top to secure it.

Aunt continued putting more of the multi-coloured rods randomly all over my head explaining that when she fetches them out in the morning I should have a mass of pretty curls.

Again a tear ran from my eye, the thought of masses of curls and having to sleep in these things.

She hummed as she worked and suddenly said,’ do you know dear, your hair is a very boring colour, you should feel better after your little operation in a couple of days so I think I will book us in at the hairdressers for a colour and set, perhaps a nice blonde shade’.

The thought horrified me but again I just sat there and accepted. She finished putting all of the bendy rods in and my head and I just looked like Alison with a head full of what looked like multicoloured worms coming out. She lightly patted them checking for any loose ones whilst looking at me from behind in the mirror.

‘That’s beautiful’ she smiled ‘ now because you are going to have your little operation shortly and your hair needs to be covered for hygiene reasons I am going to put this on you, it will also serve as a net to make sure non come loose in the night’.

She produced a very feminine fine netted pink slumber net with an elasticised pink frilled edge and slipped it over the benders.

‘There we are all done, now its time to see if aunt Rose is ready for you’ she beamed looking in the mirror.

Chapter 10

Aunt Mary helped me up from the seat as I held my belly up to stop the pain and took me back into the bathroom and called for Rose.

Rose came in this time with a powder blue hairnet covering her hair. ‘ I think the solution should have done its duty now’ explained aunt Rose, ‘you go next door and continue getting ready Mary while I sought Angie out.’ Aunt Mary left the room.

Aunt Rose knelt down in front of me hunched up my gown and pulled down the rubber panties ‘Oh dear it’s a good job we put extra protection in them we have had a very slight leak’ I looked down at the towel and could see a watery brown stain on it as she stripped it off the gusset of the panties and through it in the bin. ’ Now darling she said ‘I want you to stoop over the toilet’.

I did as she said all of the time holding my belly.

Aunt Rose stood at the side of me and I felt her fumbling by my back passage. I felt her tug at the string hanging from it and the tampon came sliding out and a gush of warm fluid followed it.

The relief was overwhelming as my stomach regained its shape.

‘Excellent’ she said ’touch your toes darling’.

I bent over and felt her wiping all around my backside. ‘Move over to the bidet sweetheart’ she said as I scuffled over with my gown hiked up and rubber panties around my ankles.

‘ Oh take those panties off, we wont be needing those anymore’ as my feet popped out of them and she picked them up and threw them into the bin. ’That’s a good girl bend over’. I felt the modified showerhead push up my backside some 4" and she switched it on.

In and out, round and round she pulled and pushed it as if she was cleaning teeth.

Finally she had finished and produced a white towel and completely dried me off.

‘Mary where are the tampons’ she shouted

‘In the bathroom cabinet Rose’ called the voice from next door’. She left me bent over and told me to hold onto the side of the bath as she went to the cabinet.

On her return I felt her hand open my bottom as she inserted the cardboard tube. Once in place she pulled out the cardboard and left the cotton wool in and the string hanging.

‘Ok that’s fine’, as she straightened me up and pulled my gown down ‘That will stop any leakages for the next 24 hours’ she explained ‘Auntie Mary is waiting for us next door so we will go around there and I can do your little operation that will make you better’ Once again the tears started to flow as we walked to the bedroom next door. I could not believe my eyes as we entered the room. Aunt Mary was standing there in her powder blue gown, a powder blue hairnet the same as aunt Roses and a blue fabric mask hanging around her neck ready to slip over her mouth. The room had been done out as an operating room with a big light hanging over a bed covered in a green sheet with flat arm rests with straps, and straps over the torso part and legs. Two stainless steel trays were on the side, one with nothing in and one with an array of scissors and knives in and there was a stool on the leg end of the bed.

I let out a scream ‘No, No,No’ I shouted ‘I don’t want this done’ screaming and crying I turned to run off.

Aunt Rose restrained me as I kicked and screamed.

Aunt Mary ran across the room and grabbed my legs and between the two women they picked me up while I was screaming and kicking and put me on the table. ‘Calm down Angie, I don’t want to give you a full anaesthetic’ said aunt Rose. ‘Yes and we are only doing this for your own sake so stop struggling’ said aunt Mary as she fastened the Velcro straps around my knees and thighs while aunt Rose held my shoulders pinned to the table the other end. Aunt Mary continued fastening straps around my chest and my arms until I was fully restrained, I could only move my netted head from side to side or up off the table.

Aunt Rose rubbed my cheek with her finger as I sobbed and said,’ there, there darling it will be all over soon, you see when I performed your blood tests we found you had certain amounts of oestrogen in your blood which was making you develop breasts and keeping your skin soft and supple, it was also preventing your male genitals developing. However you also have Testosterone in your system, which your auntie thinks why you are so naughty at times in her eyes, because one hormone is challenging the other. Your aunt Mary has asked me to remove the source of testosterone to let you develop as normally as possible’ At that aunt Mary piped in ‘ yes, and just think darling instead of having 3 vitamin tablets in a morning you will only have to have two, wont that be lovely?’

I continued sobbing as both women donned their surgical masks and hoisted up my gown.

Aunt Rose began to wind a handle at the side of the operating table and my legs began to come up and bring my knees towards my chest at the same time opening them.

She finished winding when my knees were level with my genitals and spaced apart.

‘W…W…Why have you done that’ I asked

‘So it makes it easier for aunt Mary to do your little operation darling’ said aunt Mary. ‘Its nothing to be frightened of, women lie on these all of the time when they have internals, you see, these are called stirrups and when your legs are in them it relaxes the muscles between your legs and maximises the area to work in’.

My head flipped back as aunt Rose took her seat on the stool between my suspended legs.

I felt her wipe something cold around my genitals as I lay there with a tear rolling down the side of my face as I once again gave up the fight.

‘Syringe please Mary’ she asked as aunt passed it to her

‘A little injection now darling’ as I felt the needle pushed into my right testicle. ‘AAAARRRGGG I screamed, I was in agony.

‘Just one more this side and then we can let them freeze up for a couple of minutes’. ‘AAAAARRRRGGGG’ as she injected the other side. I was by now sobbing uncontrollably as aunt Mary came and wiped my eyes.

’ There there, It will be all over soon darling’ she said trying to comfort me.

A few minutes went by and my sobbing was now under control.

‘Scalpel please Mary’ as aunt passed her the knife. I shut my eyes waiting for the pain but amazingly only felt movement and pressure around my genitals.

Suddenly I heard a !plop! onto a metallic lid.

‘There’s one’ said aunt Rose now for the other one’

She continued pressing and prodding and then I heard another !plop!.

‘That’s that Mary’ said Rose ‘you can go and bin them now while I close up’. ‘Ok Rose’ said aunt Mary and as she walked past my face she showed me the contents.

There were 2 bloody, small, oval lumps of my body lying on the stainless steel tray. ‘There you are darling these two little things are what have been causing your problems, now you can live your life as we all want you’ as she went through the door and aunt Rose continued working.

I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed at the thought of what they were doing to me. Aunt Mary came back into the room, ‘there we are all gone’ she smiled ‘ how is it going Rose’.

‘ Fine’ said aunt Rose ‘ I am also stitching back the very small penile skin to the tiny remaining scrotum so she doesn’t get embarrassed and doesn’t forget to sit down while urinating until a couple of years time when we can give her a vagina, it will also serve to get her used to Womanhood’ she explained as she carried on working.

Chapter 11

Aunt Rose finally stood up from her stool and asked aunt Mary to undo the strapping from me while she went and threw her surgery gloves in the bin. When I was unstrapped I was allowed to sit up very slowly. My paper gown covering my thighs aunt Mary unfastened the back and slipped it forward off my arms. I looked down between my legs and all I could see was a flat piece of bandage with two elastic sticky plasters holding the bandage on. ‘W…W…What have you done to me’ I cried.

‘Its only for your best now slip these on’ as aunt Mary held a pair of pink cotton, high waisted knickers spread with her hand. I stepped into them and she pulled them carefully up and over my bandage. She then reach for a nightie and negligee set that matched Alison’s, slipped the nightie over my benders and down to just below my knees. She then slid the short-sleeved negligee over my arms and tied the single strings of the round neck together.

‘You are going to go very carefully downstairs because the anaesthetic has not worn off yet and as you look a little hot I will take your Net off your benders until you go to bed, its evening now and it wont be long before you go, you need lots of rest to prepare you for your new life.’

I went downstairs and sat very carefully on the sofa as my back was beginning to ache.

’ Are you ok to clear up Mary I have to go and finish Jakes punishment and give him a good hiding’ said aunt Rose.

‘Sure Rose thank you very much, say thank you to aunt Rose for your treatment Angie and tell her how much better you feel now those nasty’s are gone’ aunt Mary said with a piercing gaze.

Head down I murmmed ‘Thank you for my treatment and removing my nasty’s aunt Rose I feel better now’ Aunt Mary lifted my chin with her finger ‘say it properly’. I repeated my self in a louder voice and burst into tears. ‘The tears should subside in the next few months Mary’ said Rose as she went through the door.

She went through the door I heard her say ‘ hello Gwen and Alison’ they had

returned from next door

‘Is Angie finished aunt Rose’ Alison said

‘Yes’ she replied, all finished

‘ Oh goody I have a new sister’ I heard her say. What have they been filling her head with’ I thought.

She ran into the living room and gave me a hug and sat down beside me. ’ Do you feel better Angie, just think of the fun we can have now, instead of you and Jake onto me, it will be me and you onto him, we can go to the hairdressers properly and play at being beauticians on each other, oh it will be wonderful to have a sister my own age’ she said as she sat beside me. Aunt Mary walked in ‘well don’t you two look like twins sitting there with your matching nightie’s and hair in benders, you can both sleep in your benders tonight so you can have nice pretty styles for tomorrow’ I was determined to get out of this somehow but how I thought. ‘Angie’ aunt Mary bought me back to my thoughts,’ we will do your hair tomorrow and give you a day off to recover, however as this is the birth of the new you I have arranged for your first Womanhood progress lesson with May, the beautician at Joan’s salon on Wednesday and at the same time you will be having your hair coloured to what May suggests, however I am going to swing blonde similar to mine. I shall also be having my hair done and I take it we will not have any repeat performances of the past. The appointment is booked for 9.00 am so we must be up early’ I felt agassed and so down at the thought of what I had to come.

‘Also Gwen would like you and Alison to be bridesmaids to her in August so it

will serve as a practice make up session,

Alison you can have yours done at the same time’

Alison shouted’ Oh goody we are going to be bridesmaids Angie, isn’t it exciting’. More tears shed from my eyes at that thought. We sat and watched television and I began to get more and more uncomfortable as the anaesthetic wore off. Eventually I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach by an Elephant and started to cry. Aunt Mary came and gave me a spoon of medicine to take away the pain and help me sleep. She also wiped my face around with cotton wool and cleanser.

‘Come now darling auntie will put you to bed’ as she held my hand to get me up off the sofa.

‘Night Night ‘ said Alison ‘ we can have fun with our new hairstyles tomorrow’ ‘ Goodnight’ I replied as I was led up the stairs.

Aunt Mary opened my bed and untied my negligee neck, and pulled my Slumber cap over my Benders before I lay in the bed. She tucked me in and rubbed my cheek with her finger ‘ poor dear’ she said ‘ what you have had to go through to make you a nice person, when you awake in the morning call me and I will help you with your toilet duties’ I cried myself to sleep.

Chapter 12

The following morning I awoke to find I was in desperate need of the toilet and called for aunt Mary. ‘

She entered the room ‘ goodness me’ she said ‘you have slept well its almost 1.00 in the afternoon, lets get you to the toilet’.

Alison appeared outside my bedroom door dressed in a pink sleeveless dress trimmed with white piping that came to just above her knees, with a square cut neck and the hem flared.

Natural coloured tights and white low-heeled court shoes finished off her dress.

The most striking thing was her hair and very natural make up. Her hair was cascades of soft curls all over her head, hardly any make up with very light pink lipstick which matched her nails.

Looking at her bought me back to reality as I touched the Slumber cap housing my benders.

Alison looked on as aunt Mary took me into the bathroom,

‘Go back downstairs Alison I will give you a shout when you can do Angie’s hair’ ‘Yes mommy’ with her head held down.

OK darling’ as she lifted my nightie and pulled down my knickers, ‘how’s your tummy today’.

‘Sore auntie’ I replied.

‘Never mind it will soon be better’ as she knelt down in front of me.

I felt her remove the sticky plaster and the bandage,

‘That looks as if it is healing beautifully darling, I think today we will just put a plaster over each little nick, bend over darling’ I did as she said and she pulled on the string of the tampon and withdrew the cotton wool ball.

‘mmm I think we will replace that when we have finished in here, I don’t want to chance leaks from your backside infecting the wounds’. My backside felt wonderful to be free and not bunged up with that pesky cotton wool. ‘You sit down darling and do your duty’ I sat down on the toilet and tried to look what they had done but my nightie was ruffled up over my lap.

‘Auntie can I push my thing down so I don’t pee outside the seat’ I said in the hope I would have to move my nightie.

‘Oh darling you will not have to anymore, that is one of the beauties of aunt Roses modifications to you, just sit down and do your duty’ I did as she said and was astounded that when I urinated it went straight down into the toilet water.

‘Finished darling’

I nodded my head

‘Well just sit there while I just cleanse and moisturise your face.

She went to work ‘that’s better darling’ as she slipped off my slumber cap.

‘Stand up’ she said’

I stood up and she lifted my nightie up and over the benders. I immediately looked down and could not see my very small non-matured penis sticking out but saw only a very small lump and two small breasts.

A tear shed from my eye

’Oh don’t start crying again’ she said with an angry look as she started sponging me down with soap and warm water.

As she dried me she reached for a tampon,

‘Bend over’ she barked.

I did as she said and suddenly felt the tampon being inserted up my rear end. Again I felt the cardboard tube slide out and the string remnants left by it with a very full feeling.

‘Stand up and come with me to your bedroom’ she said as she walked me through. She opened the second wardrobe that had been locked previously to display an array of dresses, skirts girls shoes bra’s and knickers. ‘This is your new wardrobe darling as you will see such fine beautiful clothes and in your previous wardrobe da da’ as she opened the door to reveal it empty ’We have completely destroyed your old life, now lets get you dressed. We will get your underwear on and then do your hair as we do not want fallen hair over your nice clean dress do we’ I shook my head in agreement. She opened a tin containing Elastoplast’s and placed two of them on the wounds between my legs.

Opening a drawer she pulled out a pair of 50’s style white lace edged high waisted knickers and pulled them up over my hips.

I could see in the full-length mirror a very small bulge at the front.

She de-odorised beneath my arms and said ‘arms out to the front’.

She then slid the straps of a white lacy bra up my arms with very small cups.

‘Please auntie I don’t want to wear a bra, please’. ‘ Nonsense she said you are just past the stage of wearing a training bra so this 34A cup will support your small breasts and by giving them the support you also give shape and it will stop any tenderness’.

She continued and covered my small breasts with the cups of the bra and fastened the hooks at the back.

Moving to the front she slid her hand inside each cup and lifted my breasts fully inside.

She adjusted the straps so they sat flat and comfortably over my shoulders. ‘A few do’s and don’ts when putting a bra on yourself, always make sure the straps are not twisted, the breasts are fully home and that both hooks are fastened at the back. Any of these incorrectly done will result in bulges in your top or dress’ she explained as she stroked her hand all over it making sure it was flat and correctly positioned.

I looked down to see the bra was slightly loose over my breasts as she went to the cupboard.

She returned pulling each bra cup away from my breast,

‘I will just pop these in because your breasts are not quite big enough to fill the cups’ in went to silicone prosthesis which made bra more shapely. ‘Once your operation has kicked in properly it won’t take long for your breasts to fully develop just like Alison’s’ she explained I was fighting a losing battle as she said ‘ now sit down on the stool’ and produced a pair of natural colour tights.

‘Now, when you were punished for your performance at the hairdresser last year I pulled your white tights up, now you must learn to pull these up by yourself without laddering them, oh, and by the way always carry a spare pair in your bag in case you ladder them while wearing them, I will show you this time and then you will be expected to do it yourself in future’ She rubbed my leg ‘ah good nicely shaven it makes them so much easier to pull up and down’ as she pushed her hand down in one leg and scrunched them up. ‘Leg out and point your toes’ she said.

She slipped the nylon from my toes and stretched it up my leg to my knee.

’ Next one’ as I held out my other leg and she repeated.

‘Stand up’ I stood with the panty of the hose stopping my knees from parting.

She pulled up the one side to the top of my thigh and then the other. Once stretched up my leg she then held both sides of the elasticised top and stretch it over my knickers to approximately 2" above their waistband. ‘Don’t they give a beautiful shape to your legs’ as she stood behind me in the full-length mirror.

‘Stretch your legs about to make sure they are comfy while I fetch you some overbreifs.

I moved my legs about and aunt returned with a brief pair of white lacy knickers with a love heart on the front.

‘Step into these’ holding them out by my feet, ‘these will stop your tights from pulling down over the day’ as she pulled them up my legs. Aunt fetched me some Lemon coloured shoes with a 2" heel and a single board strap over my foot and a heel section with a thin strap that went around my ankle and fastened at the front, open toed sandals she called them. ‘Slide your feet into these, they match your dress for today and then we can get your hair done’ I screwed my feet into them.

’No,No,No’ she screamed’ use a shoe tong at the back else you will ruin the shoes’ I did as she said and then she sat me down at her vanity. ‘Alison’ she called ‘I am ready to do Angela’s hair darling’.

Alison came running up.

’ Don’t forget to cross your knees Angela’ aunt said as Alison entered the room. ‘Now Alison always protect the shoulders’ as aunt Mary draped a white towel around my shoulders.

‘Alison take out the benders carefully so as not to stretch the curl darling. ‘Yes mommy’ as Alison stood at the side of me and began to straighten out the benders and unwind them one at a time.

She continued until all the benders were out and I had masses of mousy curls hanging all around my head.

Aunt Mary was guiding her through the whole process as if I was some sought of practice doll.

She moved my head downwards as she removed the back ones and I noticed her shoes were exactly the same as mine although pink to match her dress. ‘OK there all out now and we do not want to complete the style until fully dressed so stand up Angela’ said aunt Mary.

I stood up and she reached for a dress that was exactly the same as Alison’s but Lemon in colour.

She held open the dress for me to step in after she had removed the towel from around my shoulders.

I stepped in it as if I was some sought of Robot and she pulled it up, slipped my arms through the armholes and zipped up the back. Again she rubbed her hands down it to flatten the dress.

‘Sit down Angela’ aunt Mary said.

‘No,No,No, not like that’ as I plonked myself back at the vanity. ‘Stand up and lets try that again in a more ladylike fashion shall we’ she ordered. ‘Watch me, firstly stand in front of the chair, pull your hand around your backside holding your dress against your body, keep your back straight and then ease yourself down, once down and you are sure your dress is not screwed up underneath you, lean back in the chair and cross your knees’. Now you try it’. I did exactly as she said.

‘That’s better now don’t let me see you sit like you did before again, Alison replace Angela’s towel around her shoulders please’. She replaced the towel around my shoulders and started tweaking my hair under aunt’s instructions.

When she had finished she sprayed lots of hairspray on it and took off the towel.

My whole head was a mass of what seemed to me uncontrolled curls; in fact it was exactly the same as Alison’s.

I started to get up and auntie said ‘ just a minute young lady, you have not finished yet. You do not have your own make up, even so, that does not entitle you to walk about without any lipstick on, what if we have visitors, you know I always want my daughters to look there best’.

She pulled the cap off a very light pink lipstick, possibly the same colour as Alison’s, and screwed out the insides.

‘Open your mouth and tighten your lips darling, this will make them feel all soft and kissable’ as she rubbed the stick over my lips. ‘ Close your lips together on this tissue, that’s the way’ she said.

It tasted horrible and a tear welled in my eye as she put on a second coat. ‘Blotching the first coat makes your lipstick last longer’ as she replace the cap.

‘Now here is a small lemon shoulder bag and I will put your lipstick inside for you as you will need to replenish it about once every 45 minutes to an hour and a must after a drink or a meal.

When they had finished Alison looked at me as I stood up and said ‘wow you look terrific now but wait till tomorrow when May has got hold of us two for the wedding practice makeover, ooh wont it be exciting Angela’. I held my head down in disbelief of what was happening to me.

Chapter 13

We had been downstairs for what seemed to be a couple of hours when the door knocked and it was aunt Rose with Jake.

As they entered the room Jake held his head down.

‘Good morning girls, Jake has something to say’.

Jake’s head stayed down and said ‘I am sorry for causing the trouble and I am sorry for leading Angela astray, I will now respect both Alison and Angela’s wishes when we are playing’.

‘That’s no problem Jake’ said aunt Mary ‘it is very nice for you to come round and apologise and in any case I am sure Angela will not as easily follow trouble now’ as she looked out of the corner of her eyes at me. ‘Would you three like to play outside now while aunt Rose and I have afternoon tea. We went outside and Jake immediately asked ‘what the hell have they done to you, I can’t believe your hair, a dress, tights, those shoes and lipstick’. ‘ They want to turn me into a girl Jake, that is my punishment for yesterday, they have done something to my privates and I don’t know what but they have removed parts of them, and I cannot see what because aunt has said I am only allowed to take down the knickers and tights in her company’. ‘ Say’ replied Jake, ‘do you want me to have a look somewhere where they cannot see us’, ‘Would you Jake I am planning on escaping but I need to know what my future holds and where to go as I have no money and only girls clothes now’. Just then Alison appeared.

Jake asked ‘Alison do you know what they have done to Angela’. ‘No’ she replied ‘ all I know is that Angela is now my sister and we are already starting to have lots of fun are we not Angela’ I ignored her.

Jake suddenly said ‘Alison there is your other friend Amy over the road’.

‘Oh yes’ she replied ‘ I will be back shortly’.

‘OK Andee’ Jake said, ‘lets take a look, come with me round the back of the shed’. ‘Please don’t get me dirty Jake’ I said’.

‘No you can stand up and I will look’.

We went round the back of the shed and I pulled my tights and knickers down to my knees.

‘Gee gods’ he said.

‘W..What have they done’ I asked.

He started explaining ‘you have no testicles and they have wrapped the remaining skin of your scrotum around your penis so that it is pointing down and there is a piece of string hanging from your bottom, you can never be a proper man now. I started crying as he fetched a broken mirror and held it upwards beneath my legs for me to see.

I heard the door go and aunt Rose shout for Jake to come and have his tea. I quickly pulled up my tights and knickers and straightened my dress, and we went inside.

Aunt Mary looked at me and pointed to her lips. I went to the bathroom and re-applied my lipstick, as I did not want a cup of tea.

As we sat at the table with Jakes back slouched and mine perfectly straight aunt Mary began to tell aunt Rose about the makeovers Alison and I were having tomorrow as a practice for the wedding next month and that she was having my hair colour changed to blonde.

Aunt Rose agreed and said how stunning it should look, I sat mute. The day went from bad to worse when it was bedtime and aunt Mary had bought me a pink chiffon baby doll nightie for bed and Alison a matching one. We got changed into them and she cleansed my face, how wonderful it was to have no lipstick on. She also changed my Tampon after letting me go to the toilet. Before we went to bed she placed a pink hairnet over our hair to protect our curls.

Lying in bed gave me the first opportunity to feel my genitals and what they had shaped. I broke my heart as I rubbed my hand over them.

Chapter 14.

Next morning I was awoken at 7.00am by aunt Mary wearing a bold print pink and white pleated skirt and a white blouse. Her was scrapped tightly back and she had 6 heated rollers in the ponytail.

She stood at my wardrobe and picked me out a white dress with short sleeves, square neck elasticised waist and a flouncy pleated skirt. The dress was over laid with large pink and red flowers. She also matched the skirt with white mules similar to yesterdays. A white jacket and 10 denier tights completed the outfit.

‘Its your first big day out in your new roll darling so we want you looking your best, go and get washed do your duty and call me when you are ready to take out your tampon.

I did as she said all the time hating the thought of what was to come. I called her and she released my backside from its own form of humiliation. When I had finished she was very quick to replace it saying I needed to be kept clean down there.

I returned to the bedroom where she took my net off and tweaked and lacquered my curls and watched me don my lipstick.

I had put my bra and tights on when I heard her shout me into her bedroom. ‘Be a darling and take my rollers out and tweak the curls for me dear just as I did for you.

I really hated this but did as she said and sprayed her whole hair with a mist of fine lacquer.

‘Thank you darling’ she said ‘ now run along and get yourself finished. I finished getting ready and went downstairs to find Alison in exactly the same outfit only her flowers were powder blue.

‘Wow don’t we look great’ she said ‘you can tell we are sisters’ with a look of glee in her face.

Gwen also appeared dressed exactly the same but her flowers were lemon. ‘I wasn’t going to have my hair done’ she said ‘but I want to see what the make up turns out like, as you are my Bridesmaids, so while you are having your make up done, I thought I would just get a wash and set, I am having my practice make up run on Friday’.

Aunt Mary appeared ‘pick up your handbags girls its time to go’. We all had the same white matching clutch bags and they began to look inside to see who’s was whose, mine contained just a tampon and tube of lipstick ‘this is yours Angela’.

I slumped down on the sofa ‘ please’ I cried ‘please don’t make me do this, I want to be a good boy’.

Aunt Mary said’nonsense, Angela you have had every chance possible so now you will become the fairer sex and you WILL like it so clean those ridiculous tears from your eyes and come now as we are running late’. I was shaking as we got in the car and throughout the journey to Joan’s salon all three of them never stopped chatting about the wedding, hair, make up and all general women’s stuff.

We finally arrived and I walked through the door first. ‘Angie’ Sarah said ‘you have decided to go curly, oh it really suits you’ my face must have blushed crimson.

‘Alison’ she also said ‘ you have gone curly too’

Alison did a twirl. ‘You like it’ she said.

‘It really suits you are you in for a colour and make up with Angie’ ‘Yes’ she replied.

‘ And Gwen’ ‘Just a wash and blow dry for me Sarah’

‘And Mary your usual shampoo and set’ that’s right Sarah’ said aunt. Alison and Angie hang up your jackets on these pegs and put these gowns on, go straight through to Jane and Sonine they are waiting for you at the shampoo bowls.

Sarah helped me on with mine, which came to halfway down my skirt and tied it at the back.

We both walked over to the shampoo bowels and sat down, smoothing my skirt down beneath me and crossing my legs because I saw aunt watching sitting at the reception with Gwen, all Alison could say was ‘isn’t this exciting’. The shampoo girls tied a light blue shampoo cape around our shoulders edged with white lace.

I was so anxious about the whole situation my mind just raced in circles trying to think of a way out but to know avail as the back of my seat was lowered until my head rested backwards in the shampoo bowel.

I turned to the side and saw Alison’s face point upwards with a smile on her face and her eyes closed as she was being shampooed. The water started pouring on my hair from the back and within 10 minutes my hair was shampooed and I was getting up with a turban on my hair at the same time as Alison was standing up with her turban on.

Our hair had not been conditioned because of the colour being applied the shampoo girls had told us.

Aunt Mary and Gwen replaced us at the shampoo bowel while Alison and I took our places at stations next door to each other.

The plastic shampoo capes were left on to stop any colour runs on our clothes Joan said.

Joan worked on my colour teaching a junior named Elizabeth the tricks of the trade and another stylist worked on Alison.

To my horror as my hair was being pasted with a horrible smelling solution I heard her say to Elizabeth that both our hairs needed to be the same shade. In fact the solution was so horrible they had to wear rubber gloves. All the solution had finally been painted on and both our hairs had been wrapped in cling film.

Joan wheeled over two hairdryer looking things and placed them over our heads whilst we looked in the mirror.

My eyes looked to the side in horror as I saw in the mirrored wall Alison smile as hers was switched on.

I heard mine start crackling and saw it begin to fill with steam. Joan said ’25 minutes girls and you should be done and gave us each a magazine to read.

I didn’t even look at the magazine. I peered down at my attire, firstly there was my shampoo cape edge, the my hands resting in my lap out of the belled armlets of the gown, then came the edge of the gown on top of my crossed legs, next the frilled hem of my skirt finally showing one stockinged leg with a lemon mule shoe and stokinged toes pointing out of the front. I was to frightened and horrified at what was happening from then on I just stared at the mirror. Alison looked in the mirror at me and mouthed from her steamer ‘isn’t it fun’, I couldn’t respond as I watched aunt Mary walk behind me and sit in the chair next to me.

Gwen closely followed behind and sat next to her, both had gowns and towels around their shoulders.

All four of us were now in a line in front of the mirrored wall. Joan started putting 1" diameter yellow rollers into aunt Mary’s hair while another stylist started to blow dry Gwen’s hair.

Gwen looked through the mirrors at me and sneered, and mouthed ‘told you, that you would be wearing lipstick’ and pulled a laughing face at me. A tear fell from my eye but this aunt could have mistaken for the steam from the steamer over my head, I know she hated me and I also know she did not like Jake because I considered him to be a good friend.

I watched as aunt’s rollers were covered in a net and she was taken to the dryer.

Joan and Elizabeth came over to me and lifted off the hood after I heard a bell ring. Alison’s bell rang at the same time and the other stylist came to sought her out.

They unwrapped the cling film ant took us back to the shampoo bowl and thoroughly shampooed and conditioned our hair.

We were then retuned to the same styling stations.

Gwen was now finished and was invited to my chair with May the beautician and Joan; aunt Rose was also fetched from the dryer to debate our make up. Looking between Alison and myself May had asked for our hair to be taken off our face so that she could make it up to our individual profiles, Joan asked about the colour of the dresses which were a pastel pink, and at the same time reminded me I had a fitting on the following Friday. She also said looking at me in the mirror ‘it would be nice if I wore a contrasting red to the pink in other words a bright red’, and smirked at me. Aunt Mary standing in her rollers suggested that our hair be put up in masses of curls for the wedding, however they had not got time for that today. It was decided that the stylists helped the beauticians for today and styled our hair in a French plait with a bit of curl on top which by scrapping the hair upwards and giving some lift on our foreheads would accentuate our facial features.

Joan firstly section my wet hair combing one section forward and the rest straight down to my shoulders.

Although my hair was wet I could definitely tell it was a different colour, next Elizabeth wheeled over a tray of rollers.

She then added setting lotion and combed it through. She then combed the fringed part across my forehead from just above the corner of my right eye.

As she worked she sectioned my hair all around my head with butterfly clips Lifting a section of hair from above my right eye she wound a 1" diameter brown roller down to my head.

The roller was wound with the hair facing upward and secured with a pin. She continued winding rollers in the same direction across my forehead to the top of my left eye.

Looking in the mirror I could see the holes in the end of 5 brown cylinders with the rest of the hair hanging.

Elizabeth went to pick a hairdryer off the shelf and I managed to sneak a look at Alison.

I was astounded to see she looked exactly the same. Elizabeth spun my chair round so that I was facing aunt Rose under the dryer and said ‘ I will dry your hair and turn you round for a nice surprise when you look at your colour, then we can plait it’.

I nodded and could see Alison’s stylist had done the same to her, Her hand held dryer blew on my hair as she brushed it straight down as aunt Mary looked on smiling.

As she bent my head forward, I looked out of the top of my eyes and saw Joan approach aunt, lift her hood up and seat her back in the seat next to me. Elizabeth finally finished drying my hair and replaced it on the side.

I turned slightly to the side and could see Joan unwinding aunt Mary’s rollers.

Suddenly my chair spun round with Elizabeth singing ‘Ta Da’. I looked in the mirror and was horrified to see a girl sitting there with 6 brown rollers in the front of her hair with Strawberry Blonde hair wrapped around them and masses of Strawberry blonde hair hanging at the sides. I looked in the mirror and could see Alison with a massive grin looking at hers.

‘Oh my god’ I thought, ‘what have they done’ I became very depressed. ‘Oh darlings you both look wonderful’ said aunt Mary with half her rollers in and half out.

Elizabeth started running her fingers up each side of my hair pulling the hair up in sections and started braiding it from the back of my rollers to the hairline at my neck.

The braid must have took her 15 minutes as she made sure my hair was pulled tight to the centre of my head.

By the time Elizabeth had finished my plait off with a tiny scarlet ribbon I noticed aunt Mary was just being finished off with a mist of lacquer. When I was finished other than removing the rollers Elizabeth removed the shampoo cape.

May came over to the both of us ‘OK girls we are ready for you now, one has her face done first and the other has her nails, whose having what done’. Alison said ‘oh please can I have my face done first’. ‘No problem Alison said May ‘ you come with Angela and me would you go with Stella across to the nail station’.

I did as she said and as I approached Stella she said

‘ Hello Angela, come and take a seat, but before you do please take off your shoes and tights’.

‘Where can I take them off’ I replied

‘ Why just where you are, your not embarrassed are you’ I nodded my head when suddenly aunt Mary appeared behind me ‘Its OK I will help’ as she turned me round so that my back faced Stella and hiked up my skirt underneath my cape, stuck her thumbs in the top of my tights and pulled them down to my knees.

As well as pulling my over knickers down, she had pulled my under knickers with them and displayed to Stella my Tampon string.

‘Oh’ she said ‘I see why you wanted to be private, although its only nature for us girls’ said Stella.

I sat down and aunt Mary finished pulling off my tights and over knickers off. Stella then raised the leg supports to the same height as her stool. I could see them beginning work on Alison’s face with Gwen overseeing My feet now out in front of me Stella began to rub a file around the edges of my toenails.

Next she wedged some cotton wool in between my toes. ‘Why have you done that, please, I am not having another operation am I’ I said with an obvious look of terror on my face.

‘No, no, no she said have you never had your toenails painted before, I shook my head, ‘Promise it wont hurt you and May has asked me to use a bright red on your toes and nails to make a contrast between your new Marylyn Monroe hair colour and the make up she wants you to have’.

I cringed as she spoke ‘Marylyn Monroe hair colour I thought, what next’.

She looked at the nails on my hand and nodded towards them

‘Your beautiful new hair colour certainly doesn’t match those, they are awful and when we get to them I think we shall have to use some falsies’. I thought to myself ‘ yes, if you were going through what I am going through you would bite your nails’.

She put a stand each side of the chair with some fluid in. ‘Hold your finger nails in there until I have finished your toes and it will help us make them beautiful’ she said.

She picked up a small red bottle to which the label said Flame Red, and unscrewed the lid, which had a stick, and a brush attached to it. I watched in horror as she started to paint my toenails each one turning bright red with each stroke.

When she had finished my toes she said ‘OK lets leave those to dry before we put a second coat on and while we wait we can sought those hands out, honestly ladies should not be seen with such awful nails’.

She took my hands from the solution and dried them. Next she got a sort of cocktail stick and pushed what she called the cuticles back to the skin.

She finished and confirmed’ No, your nails will have to grow so we will have to make do with false ones for the time being’.

She filed the edges and then to my horror produced a set of pink talons that were about ¼" longer than my own and shaped.

She glued them to my own and while she waited for them to dry she applied another coat to my toes.

Finally, to my relief my toes and nails were painted and being left to dry.

My hands and feet looked completely different,

‘My goodness’ I thought ‘ if my friends could see me now’ I was going through a metamorphosis I looked across at Alison and could see she was nearly finished and seeing what they had done to her I was petrified.

I will say, she was looking rather stunning, but the thought of them making my face up like hers made me feel sick, once again I felt a tear well up in my eye. The cotton wool was fetched from between my toes and Stella said, ‘OK stand up, put your tights on and go and see May’.

I did as she said but was glad when aunt Mary came over to help me while I was struggling to pull them up because of the length of my fingernails and my fear of laddering them.

‘You will get used to them soon’ as she was hoisting them over my hips ‘Lets have a look at them’. I cupped my hand, ‘Not like that, she said ‘ a lady holds her fingers out straight and closed together to show off her nails’.

I did as she said ‘Oh beautiful, she confirmed, ‘Gwen come and look, Alison come and look too’.

They both came over and Gwen said ‘ oh how beautiful we must put that colour in your new make up bag’ she sneered.

Alison grinned ‘Oh Angie they are beautiful, what do you think of my face’. As she smiled her painted red lips glistened and her now flawless skin was as smooth as a porcelain doll and her eyes looked like Cleopatra’s the most sexiest I had ever seen.

‘V..Very nice’ I said.

‘Its your turn now and I am going to have my nails done like yours, oh isn’t this exciting’ as she walked away beginning to take her tights down. I looked across at May and saw her standing with a powder blue plastic make up cape inn her hand at her chair.

She smiled and mouthed ‘ come on your turn next’.

I was on the verge of fainting but realized I had better not even do that, because aunt would have some grotesque punishment waiting for me. I sat in May’s chair and she placed the make up cape around me as if it was a bib, tying it at the back.

I was then laid back in the chair and could feel my hard plait against the back of the chair. I was then surrounded by aunt Rose and Gwen, who just had a sneering, look on her face.

‘Oh I hope she turns out as beautiful as Alison’ she said tapping the rollers in my hair.

May tilted the chair back and I could see in the mirror Alison having her toes done and her fingers in the bowl her beautifully made up face with her 6 rollers still in.

Firstly May plucked my eyebrows, which really hurt, and looking in the mirror I could see two thin arched and pointed brows.

‘That’s better’ she said ‘its always good to work with a good base, to lay a perfect foundation’.

She then moisturised my face while aunt Rose and Gwen looked on. While the moisturiser was drying they decided between them that I should have a light matt finish foundation to which she spread the cream over my face with a cotton pad, rubbing it into my eye sockets and down my neck. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe my eyes; I looked like a ghost with a shiny white face!

Next she produced very soft brush and dipped it in some loose powder and lightly brushed it over my face.

Again when I looked in the mirror this had taken the sheen off the foundation and my face now looked like a porcelain doll.

Aunt Mary said ‘ it is Alison’s seventeenth birthday in two weeks, and as this is special make up I think Angela can join in her Womanhood Progress lesson and learn the tricks of make up’.

The thought was horrifying me as may produced a little pad on a stick and rubbed it in circles on a light blue powder pad.

She then lightly brushed my eyelids gradually fading it towards the upper lid and the outside of eye towards the temple. She then shaded the light blue with a white colour, all the time standing back studying her work and aunt Mary and Gwen passing their opinions.

She next produced a black looking pencil and drew around the base of my eye lashes top and bottom, and extending the end to give my eyes a slanting look. I felt so degraded every time some other item was used on me, in fact, I was the opposite to Alison who I could see chatting to Stella. She then darkened my eyebrows with another pencil type stick. It was totally humiliating while the women standing watching my transformation were making lots of ooh’s and argh’s.

May returned to the soft brush and rubbed it onto a reddish coloured pad and brushed it onto my cheeks, ‘to enhance my cheek bones’ she said Finally she started on my lips, outlining them with another pencil type thing. I looked in the mirror at this stage and saw a porcelain dolls face with red pencil line around the edge of her lips. May then took the cap off a tube of lipstick and wound the insides out, ‘ Open your mouth dear’ as she coloured in my lips. She then coated what she called lip-gloss over my red lips. Except for my hair, which still had the rollers in, I was finished, at least I thought. ‘Jane pass me the stud gun please’ at that Jane walked over with a hand held machine, which May clipped to the bottom of my ear. She pulled the handle and I shouted ‘ouch’.

She pulled it away and I could see she had left a gold stud in my ear.

She repeated the process on the other.

The salon lights made them glisten as I moved my head. ‘All done’ said May ‘will that do for the Wedding Gwen’ ‘Oh its perfect’ said Gwen and aunt Mary was in full agreement. I did not see Alison come over, but she came behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder so that our cheeks came close, and looked in the mirror. She smiled and started singing ‘sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters’. She was not far from the truth; the two plaited curlered heads in the mirror could have been twins.

Joan then asked us to go back to our styling stations we were in previously. To my relief the rollers were removed and the curls were finger tweaked and left curly.

A good dosing of hairspray and our gowns were removed.

I was given an every day flowered small make up case

As aunt Mary paid the bill we got our jackets on and I heard her book the salon on the day of the wedding from 7.00 am and she said that the dresses would be delivered, she, the bride and bridesmaids would change there and to allow for twenty ladies to have there hair and make up done, this way the men can make there own way to the church and she will book a coach for the other women whilst the bride and bridesmaids had cars.

We left the salon with Alison all giggles and smiles, Gwen and aunt Rose discussing the wedding and how nice Alison and myself should look and me very down and depressed looking like an over-painted doll.

Chapter 16

Over the next few weeks Alison treated me as if I was her only friend, Gwen humiliated me, aunt Mary subjected me to womanhood progress lessons, I was only allowed to wear dresses and could never be seen without lipstick. Worst of all although aunt Mary had stopped one morning tablet my breasts had developed and I was now filling a B cup bra.

One afternoon aunt Rose came round with Jake.

I now considered Jake to be my only ally and I was most upset when he told me that although I did not want to look stunning they were certainly making me that way.

Aunt Mary and aunt Rose went out to town for the afternoon, Alison was at her swimming class, which left Gwen Jake and myself in the house for the afternoon. Jake and I obviously did not want to stay in the house with her so we went outside.

We talked and chatted about life in general as I could not run around because aunt had done my make up and curled my hair with curling tongs that previous morning and she would kill me if I disturbed it.

As we talked I told Jake that I did not want to be treated like a girl, and I did not want my hair and make up done every 5 minutes or wear skirts and dresses, and most of all I did not want breasts that were developing. Jake asked me about my breasts and whether or not they had grown and asked me if he could see them.

I had an orange and white pleated skirt together with a white blouse with a frilled peter pan collar, which made it easy to undo my blouse. We went around the back of the shed and I undid my blouse. I lifted my breast from its bra cup and all he said was ‘wow, they are developing’.

I cried and he put his arm around my shoulder trying to console me.

‘Has anything happened with your genitals yet’?

My tears welled even more as I stood up lifted my skirt and pulled down my tights and knickers.

I showed Jake my little bump as it was when he last saw it and I sobbed and told him that they keep on about finalising the operation and taking it completely off and giving me a vagina.

As I finally settled down I asked Jake if I could see his penis and what mine should look like.

‘Sure’ as he pulled his trousers and pants to his knees.

When I saw his development, again I sobbed, possibly with jealousy. Again when my tears stopped as I had not seen or felt a real penis other than my own stub, I asked him if I could touch it, as it was erect. ‘Sure’ but don’t forget you are theoretically a boy and I am not gay’ he said. ‘I am a boy’ I replied ‘ and I am not gay either its just so I know what one feels like in case I can ever return to being the boy I want to be. I touched it with my finger and as I did Gwen walked around the rear of the shed.

‘What the hell are you two doing’ she screamed as we sat there me with my knickers and tights around my knees, my blouse open touching Jakes manhood.

‘I..I.. I am just’

‘Get in that house’ she screamed not letting me finish my explanation. ‘Both of you, now’ she ordered.

We went running into the living room, she followed ‘upstairs both of you now’ she once again screamed.

We were pushed into the bedroom

‘I know what you two dirty little people were doing’ she said.

‘W…We weren’t doing anything’ I said ‘we were just’

‘About to have sex’ she interrupted and held a cane beneath my chin. ‘You two horrible people were going to have sex without me watching wasn’t you’ ‘N..N..No’ we both said.

‘Get you clothes off to your underclothes’ she screamed. We were both shaking at the thought of getting caned as Jake took his trousers and shirt off an I took my dress and blouse off.

Jake was standing in only his underpants and I was in my tights, knickers and bra. Gwen touched my bulge area with the tip of her cane and looking at Jake she said ‘so you wanted to play around with my little sister aye, without my permission’.

’Please don’t cane us’ I said ‘ it will mess my hair and make up around and auntie will be furious’.

Gwen replied ‘I don’t intend to cane you, I intend to watch you and instruct both of you in the facts of life and don’t worry about your hair and make up I will put it right when you have finished being dirty little boys and girls, auntie may not know a thing, depending on how you both perform for me now, you’ pointing to me, ‘are now going to become a fully fledged woman and no how uncomfortable it is the first time you have intercourse and you,’ as she pointed to Jake ‘ because you were after my sisters fanny, you, are going to try and make her pregnant’.

No, no, no please we weren’t doing things like that please believe us’.

‘Take my skirt off you’ she ordered Jake,

‘Now take my blouse off’ she was now down to her underwear too. ‘I am going to sit on this chair and watch you two make love’ she said ‘and you are going to do everything I tell you’.

I started to cry and Jake started shaking

‘But we are both boys’ I said sobbing.

‘Both boys’ she screamed ‘you cant be a boy with a girls hair colour, fully made up with no dick and a pair of tits, so shut up moaning else I will have you over my knee’ she said as she tapped her cane on her leg. She pointed to Jake with her cane ‘ you, undo her bra’.

He obediently walked around the back of me and nervously unhooked my bra.

‘Slowly take it off’ she said to him.

He slid the straps down my arm and released my breasts which now hung. ‘Stand at the back of her, put your arms around her and cup her breasts with your hand’ she ordered.

I felt his hands hold my breasts as I watched Gwen put her own hand inside her knickers and tights.

‘Twiddle with her nipples’ she ordered.

As he did just that I felt I tingle throughout my body and a slight movement in my knickers.

‘Arrg good’ she said, ‘ your clitoris is coming to life’ she grinned I watched her hand in her knickers start rubbing in between her thighs.

‘Pull her tights and knickers off’

He did as she said and she laughed at what she saw, just a bulge with a little

penis through it

‘Rub her clitoris with one hand’

I was now very frightened.

‘You’ she pointed at me ‘ take his knickers off’.

I bent down and pulled his pants off to reveal a very stiff manhood. Pointing to me still with her one hand in her knickers she said ‘on your knees and kiss his member, the one you dream of having and then lost’. I looked in absolute horror and darted for the door.

‘Ouch’ I screamed as her cane careered across my backside. She grabbed hold of me and bent me over the arm of the chair and ‘Whack’ came the cane across my buttocks ‘How dare you stop me from playing with myself’ Whack, came another as I screamed, whack came another, ’Let this be a lesson to you and him not to disobey me’. After six lashes she repositioned herself in her chair.

‘Kiss his member’ she ordered.

I did as she said,

‘Put it all in your mouth, right down to your throat’ she screamed, ‘Suck it hard’ as she came to orgasm shouting to me to suck him harder. She finally quietened off and continued playing with herself ‘Take him out of your mouth and lie on the bed’ she commanded. I did as she said and noticed my lipstick around his maleness.

‘You’ she pointed to Jake.

‘Kiss her nipple and suck it’

Jake did as she ordered.

‘Put your hand between her legs and have a feel of the remnants of male hood before they are removed forever.

He placed his hands between my legs and my knees lifted ‘Rub it’ she screamed ‘Take your mouth off her nipple and kiss her old maleness, ‘Suck it’ she screamed ‘Suck it’ as she once again come to orgasm.

As she cooled off and continued playing with herself she came across to the bed.

My whole body was nervous as she lay beside us and stripped her bra and tights off. Gwen lay on her back with her legs open ‘Put your member in here’ she ordered Jake.

‘Great’ I thought she is going to be the one to have sex with him.

Jake did as she said,

‘Give me your nipple in my mouth’ as she pulled my hair across to her.

I put my nipple in her mouth and she sucked as Jake started riding her.

Within minutes she was at orgasm again.

She pushed Jake and me away and as she sat back down in her chair ordering me to suck her juices off Jakes member.

It tasted very sweet as I looked out of the corner of my eyes and I could see her pushing a vibrating unit inside her.

She squirmed on the chair and said ‘you’, pointing to me ‘lie on your back on the bed with your legs apart and you knees touching your chest’. I rolled over as she said.

‘You’ pointing to Jake ‘make love to her like you just did to me, now’ she screamed.

I burst into tears as he rolled on top of me

‘I thought she wouldn’t do this to us’.

‘ Insert your member’ she screamed.

I felt Jake push into me, I cried with pain as he did while she once again orgasmed. ‘Kiss her, put your tongue in her mouth and pump that dick of yours’ she screamed. Jakes member was pumping in and out of me and began to get easier and I must say pleasanter.

My feet were hanging in the air with my knees bent and kept lightly tapping his thighs as he thrust himself inside me.

He pinned me down and I squeezed him and simultaneously we all orgasmed into and explosion of passion.

Jake moaned out loud as I felt his juices being pumped into me. I moaned with pleasure and Gwen was writhing about her chair with her vibrator in. Jake pulled away as I felt his member slip out of me and I rolled to one side crying I could feel his juices run out of me down the side of my backside.

She stood up and pointed at Jake ‘You get out of this room and put these on’ as she pushed him out of the room and threw his clothes with him ‘Go and get them on we have to re-dress this young lady in private’. She shut the door and came over to me with some toilet roll in her hand.

She pulled me onto my back and lifted my legs to touch my shoulders. The naked woman pinned them there with her arm and wiped Jakes juices from my backside.

She let me go and threw me my knickers ‘put these on and go and sit at my vanity, we don’t want that all over the chair’.

I did as she said and looked in the vanity mirror, my hair was all over the place, some of the tongued curls still in and some flat, my make up was smudged all over my face. Suddenly a pair of breasts appeared at my side and she gave me a wet baby wipe, ‘Wipe your make up off’ she said.

I did as she ordered and when it was clean the naked woman began to brush my hair. ‘We will just brush you hair into a curly ponytail and we will tell mommy that I just tried some hairstyles on you for the wedding, then she wont moan’. As she brushed her breasts jiggled and I began to get uncomfortable because my knickers had a cold wet patch forming in them.

I began to get uncomfortable and she asked me why I couldn’t sit still, with a smile on her face already knowing the reason.

I told her’ stand up and pull your knickers down ‘ she said

‘Now you know what us women have to go through have heard the saying Men have the pleasure, women have the pain’ she said as she produced another piece of paper. ‘Wipe yourself with this and put this in your knickers’ passing me a panty liner.

‘If ever you want to get pregnant use a tampon it keeps the juices up for longer’, she sneered.

She re-positioned me at her vanity and as she was tying my hair back we heard Jake downstairs talking to Alison, ‘Quickly, she said’ put your bra and tights back on Alison’s back’. I did as she said and she rushed and replaced her underwear.

She completed dressing just as Alison walked through the bedroom door.

‘Hi’ she said ‘What are you doing to Angela and where is Angela’s make up’. ‘We were just trying Angela’s hair up or down for the wedding, I think up, and I was just going to try a lighter pink shade of lipstick on her’. ‘ Ooh can I help’ said Alison.

‘Sure’ said Gwen.

Suddenly we heard the front door open and aunt Mary shout ‘Girls come down here

I’ve got some news for you’

‘Quick’ Gwen said to Alison ‘ put that shimmering pink lipstick on her, mommy wants us downstairs’

Alison coated my lips and we went downstairs.

‘Girls’ auntie said,

‘We have been invited to the theatre tonight so it means we all have to look our best, it’s a best black dress evening and so on the way from town I have called into Joan’s. She can do our hair if we go in the next half an hour and she has also mentioned that she would like to perm Angela’s and Alison’s hair today pre the wedding to hold the up do better so get your coats on and we must hurry, Angela that colour lipstick suits you’ she added.

I could feel my panty liner beginning to soak again but had no time to change it because everyone wanted to go.

Chapter 16

We arrived at the salon and Sarah ushered Alison and I through to Jane and Sonine standing waiting for us at the shampoo bowels. The quickly fastened our capes around us and had us lying back in the sinks.

By now my pad felt horribly cold and wet, especially with my legs crossed. After our hair was washed but not conditioned and we were taken to our styling stations for.

Jane removed my turban and combed my wet hair straight down and left it for Joan. When she came she bought Elizabeth with her, as part of her training was to help put the curlers in my hair.

Joan showed Jane how to section my hair with six butterfly clips to which I noticed Alison was already sectioned.

I could see aunt and Gwen sitting at the washbasins talking to each other in my mirror.

Joan started winding some very small blue perm curlers in the top section of hair that she had released from the butterfly clip.

As she finished each section putting papers on the end of my outstretched hair section, winding what seemed like millions of the curlers into it, she was carefully explaining to Elizabeth why and what she was doing while Elizabeth passed her the papers and curlers.

I noticed Alison was finished being wound in the same colour curlers, apparently, I heard Joan telling Elizabeth that the colour resembles the size and blue were to give a medium tightness to the curl, ideal for roller setting. I was now so depressed again at what was happening and what had happened earlier, however while I was having the curlers wound into my hair it gave me time to reflect on the earlier events, and the fact that I had held Jake in an embracing position as he made love to me, what was happening to me. Gwen sat in the station next to me and mimed in the mirror,’ are you comfortable, are you making yourself beautiful for Jake’ with a horrible grin on her face.

I turned and looked directly at the mirror and saw Elizabeth had taken over winding the last section of perm.

When she had finished Joan commented on what a good job she had done especially with the way I was fidgeting.

Would you like to pay a visit to the loo before we wrap you up and put the solution on, as it seems you must be quite desperate. I was desperate to change my liner, as it was now sodden with Jakes juices. ‘Yes please’ as I got up. I then heard Gwen say, ‘Angela do you want one of these’ fetching a liner out of her bag.

Joan smiled at Elizabeth and me saying ‘I understand now why you could not sit still, why didn’t you say you had come on’.

My curlered head bowed with embarrassment as I fetched the liner off her. ‘Or would you like one of these, remember what I said if you want his baby and the way you were dreaming while you were sitting there I think you can have this tampon which you can find out how difficult it is to insert it yourself’ Gwen said with that horrible grin on her face.

As I started to walk to the toilet, Joan called ‘ don’t move your head too quickly Angela, we don’t want the curlers coming loose’ I turned back and smiled.

When I eventually locked myself in the toilet I looked in the mirror and saw a curlered girl with a shampoo cape and hairdressing gown holding her head still. I lifted my gown and skirt up, pulled my tights and knickers down whilst holding my head upright and still I stooped over the toilet. Looking at the soaked liner it was obvious I had to put something to stop the flow from my anus, as Joan had said that I have another couple of hours before my perm was finished and the only thing was that I could use is the tampon that Gwen had given to me otherwise I would be leaving marks wherever I sat. I spread my legs, stripped the paper of the tampon, found my hole and pushed the cardboard tube in.

Although I hadn’t had a tampon in for a few weeks this went in easier than the first time aunt Mary had inserted one inside me, probably because Jake had stretched me and it was moist inside.

I removed the cardboard outer tubing and left the string hanging. I pulled up my knickers and tights and was swilling my hands underneath the tap when in walked Joan.

‘Are you alright’ she said ‘only we all know what its like after having your first sexual intercourse’.

‘Oh god’ I thought ‘that cow Gwen must have told her’.

I felt a tear well up in my eye.

She looked at me ‘ yes I know its horrible to have all of that stuff coming out of you and its sore the first time, but that’s what makes us women so there is no need to cry’. ‘Come with me’ she said ‘and lets get your hair finished for your big night out, if you feel like changing yourself just say and just think how proud you are that you have now satisfied a man, you will find it gets even better’ as we walked out of the door.

If only she new the truth’ I thought

‘Do you love him’ she asked.

I looked at her and in panic said’ n…no’

‘Oh that’s your problem is it, you feel guilty, that’s nothing to be ashamed of most young girls have sex before marriage, just make sure you use proper contraception, like the pill as you do not want to get caught out do you’. We got back to the chair and I sat back down.

Gwen, with the top and one side of her head covered in 1 ¼" diameter yellow rollers, looked at me in the mirror and smiled.

I hate her I thought she does everything to hurt me. Gwen asked Elizabeth to wrap a length of cotton wool around the edge of the curlers to save any drips from running down on me.

When Elizabeth was finished Joan took the top off a bottle and instructed her to apply the solution to each curler evenly.

She did as Joan instructed.

I looked around the salon as she was applying the solution, which was very cold on my scalp, and saw Gwen and aunt Rose under hairdryers, Alison with a plastic bag on her head with her usual bimbo smile and in the corner I noticed two women with rollers in emerge naked behind two screens from hot tubs, the ones that you sit in and leave your head out. Another lady was having a blow-dry by Jane and another was having her make up done with May.

Elizabeth finished applying the solution and the curlers were wrapped in a clear plastic hood.

Joan lent down and whispered in my ear ‘by the time we have finished with you every man will want sex with you, because you will be so beautiful’. The thought was horrible as all I thought of was Jake. I was even more concerned the way I kept thinking of him, was I falling in love with him, I couldn’t be because I was a boy that looked like a girl, but was I beginning to think like a girl?

Panic set in me as I sat for 30 minutes while the solution took. After half an hour or so I noticed Alison was back at the sinks and having her curlers rinsed with water. Joan and Elizabeth returned to me took off the plastic and unwound one curler.

Joan said to Elizabeth ‘perfect, you see the unmistakable ‘z’ kink in the hair that tells us the perm is ready for neutralising, that means the curl is formed and needs locking into place, come with us to the shampoo bowels please Angela’. I walked with them and Joan whispered in my ear ‘ are you ok, do you want to change yourself?’

I shook my head, sat down at the bowl and rested my neck in the recess. Elizabeth took off the cotton wool and rinsed my curlers continuously for some 5 minutes and while she was rinsing I turned my head to the side and saw Alison sitting up at her bowl with a towel wrapped around her curlers looking at me smiling. ‘Mommy says we can go and have our bikini lines waxed when our hairs have our setting rollers in and we can have a go in the hot tub’. I went into a state of panic, ‘Bikini line’ I thought that must be around the genitals, whoever does it will find out’. ‘I would rather not’ I confirmed. ‘Oh don’t be such a baby if we go swimming we don’t want our pubics showing out of our costume.

I resigned to the fact that I was not going to get out of it and carried on looking at the ceiling while my hair was being rinsed. ‘Sit up’ please Angela said Elizabeth as she wrapped a pink towel around my curlers to blot off the excess moisture standing behind me she kept pressing the towel to my head.

She removed the towel and under Joan’s instructions replaced the cotton wool and evenly applied the neutraliser to each curler.

When she was finished she wrapped a towel around my curlers in the style of an Arab with it hanging at the back, ‘ ’Sit there for about 15 minutes Angela and we can wash off the neutraliser’. There I sat upright with my back facing the sink with Alison in the same position at the next sink.

‘It looks as though we will be in here till it closes, because mommy says May is going to do our make up for this evening so we only have to get dressed and we have to be out for 6.30 pm’.

All this time to get ready’ I thought ‘if I was dressing in my proper boy attire I could be ready in 20 minutes.

Alison chatted away for 10 minutes and her stylist came back and began rinsing her hair.

Once again I had a few minutes away from women gossiping and looked around the salon.

Aunt Mary and Gwen were just being fetched from under the dryer and Gwen came to me dressed in her gown and rollers ‘Have you told them about your sex life all women tell their hairdresser intimate details’. ‘Please leave me alone Gwen’ I said against her taunting as she sneered and walked away.

Elizabeth came over and took my towel off

‘Head in the sink please Angela’.

I rested my head back in the sink and she once again rinsed my hair for what seemed like forever.

While my head was in the sink she unwound the curlers and dropped them in it.

She continued rinsing and then shampooed and conditioned it. Wrapping a turban around my head she raised the back of the seat. I could see Alison already at the styling station and her hair was masses of tiny tight curls.

‘Oh my god’ I thought ‘I hope they haven’t done that to me’. ‘Follow me please Angela’ said Elizabeth as she walked to the chair next to Alison. As I walked over I could see the stylist had placed one, 1" diameter pink roller at the top front of Alison’s hair wound towards the back and I could see both Gwen and aunt Rose were finished.

I sat in the chair and Elizabeth took the plastic shampoo cape off replaced it with a pink towel around my shoulders.

She unwrapped the towel around my hair and my fears were confirmed, my hair was a mass of tight curls and looked about 2" shorter.

Joan came over after finishing aunt Mary and run her fingers through my tresses ‘oh hasn’t this perm took beautifully’ looking at Elizabeth. ‘Use a wide toothed comb and comb it out very gently. ‘Jane’ Joan called ‘I would like Elizabeth to try some blow-drying on another client, would you wind up Angela please’.

‘Sure Joan’ Jane said as she wheeled a trolley full of rollers next to me. As Joan left she once again asked me if I wanted to change myself, to which I declined whilst looking in the mirror in disbelief at my curls. Jane sectioned my hair and combed the front to the back whilst applying a setting lotion.

She stood behind me and lifted a front 10"section of wavy hair vertical from my head and combed it holding it upright she then placed a 1" pink roller in the end and wound it to my scalp and secured it with a pin, ‘If we use this size roller, wound in a brick pattern, it will give plenty of curls, so that you can have a very sophisticated style for this evening’ she said as I cringed with embarrassment, ‘Are you ok’ she said.

‘Oh fine’ I replied.

‘Is this the first time you have had your hair wet set’?

‘Y..Yes’ I replied with an embarrassed stutter.

‘Well let me explain, the reason why we wet set is to make the stile last longer; we wet set on smaller rollers for curly styles and larger rollers for straighter, more bouffant styles’.

She carried on chatting about the differences and what sought of styles could be produced while she continued putting roller after roller down the middle to my neck making me look like a rollered Mohican.

I looked in the mirror and could see Alison’s head was half covered in the pink cylinders her stylist having started putting them in before Jane. Jane moved to the side of me, eased my head to the side, and started putting the rollers down the temple side of my hair to the front of my ear. She then put a row behind them to the top of my ear after finishing the side she repeated the winding on the opposite side.

Eventually my head was a mass of neatly rolled pink cylinders as she stood behind me looking at the set in the mirror, touching each roller to make certain non were loose.

She then produced a pink net and draped it over the rollers and tied it in a bow at the back.

Alison was already sitting under a dryer so Jane removed the towel draped around my shoulders, led me over to the chair next to Alison. Alison watched me sit down and Jane lower the dryer over my hair.

When my head was in Jane closed the front lid down and switched the dryer on.

The air got very hot as it circulated my rollers and Jane passed me a magazine. The girls magazine that was full beauty and fashion tips what parts I read, as I was still very embarrassed to be sitting in a beauty salon, hair .in setting rollers with a pink net over, a gown and skirt on, nylon clad crossed legs with healed shoes on the end, what would my old friends think. After 20 minutes or so Jane lifted both of the dryers off our heads and said,’ Who wants their bikini line done first and who wants their make up done first’. Alison was quick to say ‘Oh, I will have my make up done and Angela will have her bikini line done first’.

‘Right’ said Jane ‘Joan is doing your bikini line Angela so go through into that room and Alison please follow me’.

I walked through into the side room with my rollers still hot and Joan was in waiting for me.

‘Please take your tights and knickers off, and lie on this table Angela’.

I froze, ‘what do I do now’ I thought and stood looking at her. ‘Come on Angela we haven’t got all day and you want to be neat and tidy down there for your man, don’t you’.

I nodded in agreement slipped my shoes off, took down my tights and outer knickers and lay on the waxing table.

‘Rest your head down lightly dear we don’t want to loosen any rollers’. I did as she said as she produces a flat lollipop stick with some sort of goo on it. ‘Knees up and legs apart ’ she said as she hoisted my dress underneath my back. ‘Goodness me, you haven’t taken your under knickers off, I know you have a tampon in but as I said earlier, there is nothing to be embarrassed about’ she said looking into my face and pulled my knickers down my legs. She picked up the coated lollipop stick and went to use it between my legs. ‘Oh my Lord’ as she looked ‘what has happened here’ as a tear welled up in my eye ‘This is the remnants of male genitals’ as she looked at me in a state of shock.

The tears flooded down my face and suddenly her shock turned to sorrow and she rubbed my forehead.

‘There, there, its alright, stop crying, I fully understand, I know you were born in the wrong body and what you are going through’ she soothingly explained. ‘You are a beautiful girl and I am going to help you all the way to become a complete beautiful girl, I promise’.

‘But, but’ I stuttered ‘I don’t want to be a girl, I want to be a boy again’. ‘I have read about your sought before and I feel so sorry that you think you have made a mistake, but honestly, being a woman has its nice sides, so stop thinking negatively and lets get you done’ she suddenly pasting the goo on the insides of the top of my leg and suddenly she ripped some tape of. ‘Ouch’ I jumped.

‘Hold tight, there are some things that don’t favour being a woman though, and that is beauty does not come without pain’ she smiled. When she had finished I sat up on the table with the edges of my pubic hair stinging, and she started asking me questions like how old was I when I started transitioning?

I answered the questions with some fiction for fear of punishment from aunt if I told her the truth.

She also asked me if I had implants or were my breasts my own?

I was now in a ‘c’ cup bra, and explained they were all my own.

‘Do you mind me taking a peek as she lifted my gown.

I did not have any choice as she undid my blouse.

Reaching around me she undid my bra and let my breasts hang. She cupped one in her hand and kissed my nipple.

I looked down and saw a red lipstick mark over the teat of the nipple. She looked at me and said ‘ I am so glad you are joining us. I fully understand why you hate being a boy when you can enjoy sex as a bisexual woman’. She slipped her overall smock off and let it drop to the floor, she had no underwear on. Supporting my curlered head she lay me back on the table and removed my clothes.

She kissed my nipples and rubbed my crotch with her hand. She placed my painted nails on her crotch and made my fingers go inside her. She climbed on the table and put her on my face. She then removed my tampon and pushed a vibrator inside me and one inside herself and let them run we mauled each other with our painted nails and lipsicked mouths when she suddenly climaxed squeezing me and writhing on the table.

When things had settled, I again started snivelling

‘There there’ she said ‘ didn’t you like that’

‘I…I.. feel as I am being used as a sex toy with this mornings episode’. She rubbed my forehead and said ‘ get your clothes on and have the memory of your bisexual day, and that is one of the beauties of being a woman with a hair free soft skin making love to another woman, May is waiting for you so I will help you’.

She slipped my bra round me and hooked the back together. She turned me facing her front and run her fingers underneath the shoulder straps and inside the cups of my white lacy bra. She slipped a liner in my knickers and pulled them up my legs.

There I stood rollers, net, high heeled mules, bra and knickers, I didn’t bother with my tights.

Suddenly as Joan had replaced her uniform Alison walked in with her face beautifully made up, ‘May is waiting for you Angela, and do you want me to strip to my undies Joan’. ‘Yes please’ Joan replied ‘She has done a beautiful job of you’ she added ‘Thank you Joan’ Alison replied.

‘Say as time is getting on would you two like to finish getting ready here I will go and tell Mary to fetch your dresses because I want you looking immaculate for tonight’s outing’ said Joan.

‘Oh would you, at least you can touch us up as we leave’ said Alison with a big smile on her face.

I went through to May thinking of what had just happened and wondering if Alison would have the same treatment.

I sat in her chair and she placed the plastic make up cape around my neck, She eased my head back onto it protecting my rollers at the back with her hand, the same as Joan did.

There was no one in the salon now as it was getting rather late and as I reclined Joan put her head out of the waxing room door and called ‘Lift your skirt and show May our little secret Angela’.

I stared in disbelief that she had said it.

‘Oh yes please show me’ as she lifted my skirt.

‘You have done a beautiful job of that Joan I cannot see a hair outside the knicker line’.

‘Take a look inside May’ Joan called.

I looked to the side at a rack containing the conical, different coloured lipstick ends as I felt May pull the elastic rim of my knickers out and said ‘ what is this’ and looked at me in the eye.

‘Isn’t it beautiful May’ said Joan. , Angela is joining us in womanhood’.

May began to play with my stub; again I was subject to full-blown lesbian sex.

When she was finished she resumed my make up.

This time she used a bronzing foundation with a translucent powder, light brown glittery eye-shadow black mascara a brown/red rouge and a very deep red lipstick followed by a shimmering gloss.

Aunt Mary appeared with our clothes looking beautiful in her black sequined knee length dress and diamond tiara.

Alison was also finished at the same time

‘ OK girls take your clothes off and we will get your underclothes on and leave your dresses until after we have finished your hair’ said Joan. ‘May would you help Alison get ready and I will help Angela’.

‘Certainly’ said May

‘Would anyone like a coffee’ said aunt Mary.

‘Yes please’ they all said.

I did not answer.

‘There are some straws in the cupboard Mary so none of you need to damage your lipstick’ said Joan as she helped me off with my clothes. We both stood nude in the salon awaiting dressing as Joan placed a lacy belt around my waist with 4 suspenders hanging from it.

‘’Most women would die to have a lady in waiting’ she chuckled.

She undid a packet and asked me to sit down.

I could see Alison smiling enjoying the whole session and I was beginning to feel more at home with the situation, either through the hormones or thinking of Jake and the session we had this morning and wondering if that would happen again if he sees me looking beautiful as he had earlier commented. ‘What was I thinking’ about I thought ‘I am a boy and when I can think of a way of escaping the situation I will have an operation to remove my breasts’ I was now getting confused in what I wanted.

Joan slid two 10 denier, black seemed stocking up my legs and connected them to the suspenders.

‘Slip into these shoes please so that I can check the seams are straight on the back of your legs.

I slipped my feet into the black patent court shoes with a 4" heel. She looked from the back with her head to one side, while kneeling down and helped the seams run vertical up my legs, which I could see in the full-length mirror. ‘Comfy’ she said. I nodded in agreement as she fetched a pair of black lacy knickers out of the bag.

‘ Always put your knickers over the top of your suspenders otherwise we have problems going to the toilet’ she said as she smiled. Holding out the knickers for me to step in she said ‘ wait a minute, if you have any of your mans juices still in you it my stain these beautiful knickers’. And she fetched a tampon and inserted it.

Once my knickers were on she fetched a black lacy bra and placed it on me. The bra really supported my breasts and held them together accentuating my cleavage. She then asked me to sit in the styling chair, Alison followed.

Joan undid the net and gently removed it from my rollers. After folding the net and putting it away she began to remove my rollers from the back pushing my head forward to make it easier for her. As she uncoiled each one she left a tight coil of hair hanging and commented on how wonderful the perm had taken.

She finished unwinding the rollers, which left me with a head full of the coils.

She then scraped the sides and back up onto the top of my head and held it in place with a diamond encrusted band at the top of my head. She then evenly distributed the coils around my head so that as my head moved the on the up-scraped hair. She the added 3 diamond encrusted barrettes in each side and one in the back. She then brushed the curls at the front, which made an upstanding ‘S’waved section of hair at the front combed sideward. When she had finished she gave my hair a thorough coating of perfumed lacquer and removed the gown.

‘Stand up please Angela’ she said as she fetched a black dress off a coat hangar.

She unzipped the back of the dress and held it open in front of me and I stepped into it.

She pulled up the dress and I must say on the right woman it was beautiful. It had an elongated vee neck, which showed my cleavage and short sleeves puffed at the shoulders and a deep down square cut rear-showing most of my back down to my bra. The bodice was sequinned down to just below the bust and then carried on to the top of my knees in black chiffon which figure hugged all of the way down and had a 6" split up the back, Joan fastened the zip at the back as aunt Mary looked ‘ Oh darling you look beautiful, Joan the jewellery is in the black patent handbag, which was obviously mine.

She placed an earring in each ear which was a gold diamond encrusted cross hanging in a 1" long chain.

When I moved my head as well as my curls swaying I could feel the earrings touching the sides of my face.

She then placed a diamond choker around my neck together with a diamond bracelet and ring.

Together with my glistening lipstick and eye shadow I certainly sparkled as did Alison who was dressed the same other than a slightly different dress All 4 of us placed a black shawl around our shoulders and headed towards the car. ‘Have you thanked the ladies in the salon girls’ We thanked Joan May and Jane as we left and Joan suggested I come back more frequently and winked her eye.

The thought frightened me as aunt Mary agreed with her.

Chapter 17.

We arrived at the theatre and I could not believe my eyes when Jake and aunt Rose was there.

There were also 4 other men in black suits and as we got out of the car aunt Mary called them our escorts for the evening.

Aunt Rose was in a sequinned black dress and Jake was in the most gorgeous expensive suit, shirt and tie.

He kissed each one of us on the cheek and as he came to me he whispered ‘you look beautiful’.

‘Please Jake don’t say that’ I replied,

‘Sorry’ he said and we continued to all get acquainted. One of the men was David, Gwen’s boyfriend who confirmed we all looked beautiful.

Aunt Mary proceeded to the entrance with her arm through the arm of an escort followed by aunt Rose with an escort, then Gwen and David and Alison and an escort.

David and I walked together behind as aunt Mary turned round, ‘Angela put your arm through Jakes’ Jake held his hands together in front of his stomach and I pushed my one hand through his elbows and held my clutch bag with the other. We found our seats in the back row of the stalls and sat, in order, man woman, man woman and on the end Jake and I.

I smoothed my skirt beneath me and sat down which left my stocking knees exposed. Jake apologised about this morning and I just smiled because both he, and I new we had no choice, but neither of us said we should not have done it, or indeed said it would never happen again.

The lights dimmed and the curtains opened and the show commenced. Jake put his hand on top of mine, which was resting, in my lap and we looked at each other.

Our fingers intermingled which left my painted nails between his masculine hands. He squeezed my hand and while looking into my eyes he mouthed, in silence ‘I think I am beginning to fall in love with you’ and kissed me on the lips. As our lips parted slowly I told him I love him too. His other hand drifted onto my knee and gradually up my stockinged leg to my suspender.

He slid his finger beneath the elastic of the suspender and slowly slid his finger up and down.

He gradually moved his finger to the elasticated leg frill of my knickers and slid the tip beneath them.

He pulled the elastic away and moved his finger from my pubic hairs to my tampon very slowly.

By now I was getting so turned on my little stub was beginning to swell. I moved my hand and placed it on his trousers and felt the bulge of a swelling penis.

I slowly undid the zip being careful not to break a nail, and put my hand inside his pants and around his penis.

By now we were both very excited but at the same time eyes fixed at the show. His hand went full frontal on my stub and rubbed it while I moved his penis up and down inside his trousers.

I snook a look at my lap and could see his hand entering beneath my dress at the side while keeping the front just above my knees, and could see the movement of my dress through his rubbing in the darkened light.

I held him tighter and up and down faster and suddenly I heard him very quietly moan and my hand became wet with warm fluid.

As I removed my hand the lights came up for the interval and I saw it covered in his white juices.

He quickly fastened himself up and I realised the only way to clean my hand was to suck it clean.

I quickly put my painted fingers individually in my mouth and sucked the warm salty fluid off them, however, worse for me my lipstick came off on them. Aunt Mary leaned forward to ask if we had enjoyed the show and as I turned and looked at her she saw a white dribble hanging out of my lips. ‘Darling the show didn’t make you dribble did it’ and pointed at my lips.

I guess that meant to go to the ladies and re-do my lipstick.

I grabbed my bag and went to the toilets closely followed by Alison and Gwen. We stood at the mirrors along with other women tidying our make up and all chattering.

Gwen said ‘ You can’t leave him alone now can you, I know what was dribbling out of your mouth’ with a grin on her mouth.

I ignored her and went back to my seat.

We watch the rest of the performance holding hands in the dark and after we all went back to aunt Mary’s for coffee.

Chapter 18

Over the next two weeks I did not see Jake and was not subject to any sexual encounters at home or the hairdressers as I guess their minds were just focused on the Wedding.

The day finally came and aunt had us up at 6.00 am as the salon was opening especially for us and the other female guests at 7.00 am. Aunt Mary said ‘girls do not put any underclothes on or make up just slip a plain dress over the top of you so we can get going’. We did as she said and arrived at the salon.

Although opening early as we walked through the door the salon was a hive of activity and instantly we heard the clients ooh and argh saying here is the bride and bridesmaids to each other.

I was given a gown and led over to the shampoo bowl by Jane who I noticed both Joan and her must have been in early because they were both adorned with plastic rollers.

As I lent back in the bowl I noticed aunt Mary next to me having her hair washed to the one side and Alison to the other.

Aunt Mary looked across at me with a head full of lather and said ‘now isn’t this fun, just think you could have been like one of the boring men today, who will put on their suit and get ready in about half an hour, and all of us girls are here being made to look beautiful for those men, aren’t you glad auntie took a hand in your development, in fact I think its high time we chatted to aunt Rose about your final little operation to rid you of the nasty little bulge you still have and finish off your ladies gentilia properly’. I smiled and thought immediately of Jake as I turned and looked at the ceiling. I could see the dresses hanging on the wall as I lay back and thought to myself ‘how I did want to look good for Jake, perhaps I was falling in love with him. I was soon bought back to reality as I stood up with my turban and led to Joan’s styling station while aunt was led to May’s make up with her hair still wet and a plastic shower cap on Alison sat in the chair to the left of me and Gwen sat to the right.

Joan appeared behind me with her hair in the pink rollers ‘Good morning girls are you all ready for the big day’. We all looked in the mirrors and together said ‘ yes’ with Alison adding ‘ooh I cant wait to be finished its so exciting’ I squirmed at her excitement because although I thought continuously about Jake and wanting to look my best for him I did not want to go on show in lots of frills.

Joan lent down to my ear, touching her rollers on my head and whispered ‘and I hear you have something to look forward to after the event, getting rid of that bulge’.

Again I squirmed as she started combing through my hair ‘bet your boyfriend will be happy with that’ she said.

We all had stylists working on us and it was not long before Joan had my hair in a brick pattern roller set When we were all finished and set aunt Mary sat at my station for Joan to do her hair and I took her place with May.

Gwen went to the nail station and Alison had a net tied around her rollers and was placed under the dryer.

As I sat reclining in the chair she leaned over me and rolled her hand up the inside of my leg underneath my gown and squeezed my stub ‘ bet your looking forward to getting rid of this’ I looked to the side and felt a tear well up from embarrassment as everyone who I thought did not know, knew.

‘Don’t cry dear, it will be the finest moment in your life when your journey into womanhood is complete and all of that nastiness has gone away for ever, I sympathise with all of you poor people who have been born in the wrong gender. There was no point explaining to her, aunt had obviously got a different story around than the truth.

May quickly tidied up my eyebrows and said ‘Due to the colour of the dresses being such a pastel pink and your blonde hair I have decided to go for a much more subtle pastel finish of light pinks and when we return to the salon between the reception and the evening dance we can change your make up and hair to give a girl on the town look with a more harsh severe finish to match your dress for the evening All the time I could see Alison watching from beneath the dryer as May laid my foundation coloured my eyes in a pink eye shadow applied dark brown mascara. She went to fetch a lipstick as I looked in the mirror at a very smooth satin face with a rollered head.

My lips were the same colour as my skin until she out lined them with a light pink lip pencil and then filled them with an even lighter pink lipstick. ‘O.k.’ she said ‘ that’s you all finished, if you have a coffee drink it through a straw and when you are completely ready we will just touch you up’ as I stood and she asked me to go to the nail station and she went to fetch Alison from under her dryer.

I saw aunt Mary and Gwen were under their dryers as I walked past the bank of 6 all filled with guests of the wedding.

Lynn was doing my nails this time and she sat waiting for me also with a head full of rollers.

I noted 4 women having blow-dry’s and 2 sitting at the styling stations with heated rollers in.

There were also a couple of ladies getting their clothes on and a couple complete. There was only 2 girls who were dressed normally and not having anything done to themselves and that was the girls who weren’t going to the wedding but keeping the salon going during that day and had come in early to help out.

I sat at the nail station and Lynn said ‘ Your face looks beautiful and I will use a very light pink nail varnish on to match your lipstick’ and she again rubbed her hand up my leg rubbed her finger inside my knicker line and said ‘I bet you can’t wait to have a light pink patch here that gets wet can you’. My head dropped, another one who knows I thought.

Lynn continued ‘ hands of the table please, I will do your hands now and I can do your toes when you are under the dryer’ as she began to clean the old varnish off.

When she was complete and my nails were a very light pearly pink to match my lipstick she told me to go over to Jane who would put me under the dryer. I did as she said and Jane tied a pink net around my head and closed the front lid down.

I sat for a good 10 minutes watching Alison have her make up finished and Gwen have her make up done which had a slightly harsher finish than Alison’s and mine with a deeper red lipstick.

The whole salon was a hive of activity with the clip clop of numerous high heels around the floor, women walking around in bra knicker and petticoats. Women donning their best dresses and zipping each other up as they were nearly finished, our 2 bridesmaid dresses hung on the wall either side of Gwen’s wedding dress and veil, hair dryers humming, in fact the whole salon had a buzz of excitement at the pending wedding.

‘Why have they made me into this and why did they hate me as a boy so much?’ I thought and within a split second would begin to think of Jake in a loving, missing manor wondering if he would like the way I looked. I was bought back to my senses with a tap on my legs and Lynn standing with a stool lifting my feet onto it.

She painted my toes in same pink as my nails and left me with the cotton wool in between for another 10 minutes.

I noticed through the window a small coach draw up followed by 2 white Rolls Royce’s as the wedding-attending hairdressers were each finished Alison and I were the last ones to be fetched from the dryers as most of the women stood around chatting with their hats on, while Gwen was having her hair finished in a beautiful high up-do We were sat either side of Gwen while our rollers were being taken out. Our hair was vigorously brushed while Gwen was taken away and dressed in her dress.

Our hair was then piled on top, teased and pinned in very neat rolls with tendrils of curls surrounding our faces.

We were next subject to piles of lacquer and while that was drying small flowers were placed between the rolls.

The women looked on with gasps, as we were made beautiful. Finally our hair was finished and I could see in the mirror Gwen was having her veil fitted. Aunt Mary placed some white pearls around our neck and a pearl bracelet around our wrist while Joan inserted a single white pearl stud in our ears.

We were now ready for our dresses as we stood up and Jane disrobed us. We were helped on with a strapless white bra and white fine stockings and suspender belts and white fine strapped open toed 3" heeled shoes. The dresses were bought over together with a very flouncy petticoat, which was firstly pulled up to our waist.

As we stepped into the dresses, being careful not to bend our heads too far they were pulled up and all of the women gasped and oohed! How beautiful we could hear them saying as they all looked on waiting for us The dress was very light satin pink with a tight bodice and a flouncy dress to just below our knees and all trimmed with white lace. My cleavage showed and the arms of the dress seemed to start halfway down my arms leaving my shoulders bare.

Jane finished zipping me up at the back to an array of flash cameras. I was the given a posy of white and pink flowers to hold which matched the flower’s in my hair.

May came to the front of us and re-touched our lipsticks and finally we were ready other than the obligatory pictures of us standing together with the bride in the middle

 

If you would like to know what Angela’s future holds ‘the wedding day and operation and the punishments to make him complete e-mail Julia_thom@hotmail.com

 

 

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