Caught in the Compromising

by Minty Fresh

 

Chapter 1

 

My aunt was a wealthy woman in her early fifties. She lived, and ran the family business with two daughters, Samantha, 25, and Elle, 19. The business dealt in currency speculation, futures trading, and other imaginary methods of making real money. They did very well out of it. Their house was a large, modern, detached effort with a garden that could just about be described as grounds. It was situated in a small village of about 100 dwellings, most of them holiday homes. There was not even a local pub or shop.

I was 15 years old, and had been staying with them for three weeks. Right now, I was standing red-faced in the dining room, wearing what I think was an old bridesmaids dress. Half an hour beforehand, I was wearing it in my bedroom, beating one off when my aunt unexpectedly walked in.

The front door opened. My aunt shouted out "Sam, Elle, come through here, we have something important to discuss."

Both girls stopped and gawped at me when they walked in.

"What's going on?" asked Elle

"I found him masturbating, whilst wearing this" said my aunt. I just looked at the floor.

"Do we really need to know about this?" said Samantha

"Why yes! What have I always told you dear? Men are just filthy wretches. This boy is a typical example."

"And?" Samantha just didn't seem interested. Elle however seemed intrigued.

"We must decide what to do about it, of course" my aunt stated "I will not have such behaviour in my house!" This last part was directed at me.

"We shall discuss this in the drawing room" she continued, "Chris, you will go and stand in the corner."

I turned, slowly, unsure of myself. Before I'd had the chance to move, my aunt pulled out a belt from somewhere and beat seven shades of shit out of my arse. By the time she'd finished I was blubbering. She took me to the corner of the room and left me facing the wall.

"Now if you've moved when we come back, you can expect more of the same."

As she moved away, I turned my face to see looks of utter contempt on the faces of the two girls. They left to discuss my fate.

 

They were gone over an hour, maybe two. At no point did I dare move more than a few paces from my designated spot. Now and again I heard the sound of raised voices, but not what they said. When the three women returned, I was standing where they'd left me. I turned round.

"Stay where you are Chris" my aunt said. I turned back. She came up behind me, and with a pair of scissors, cut the dress away, top to bottom. Suddenly I was naked with an erection. She took my arms and tied them behind my back. Soon I found myself on my knees facing the three smiling women. My aunt began.

" Quite simply, Chris, we can't have you sneaking off and pounding your sex left, right and centre. Who knows what filthy ideas are brewing in your little head."

 

Amen.

 

"So we offer you a choice: you can spend your time with us in chastity, there are devices for that you know, or you can come to one of us when you need relief."

Did I hear her right?

"Myself, Sam and Elle will be happy to beat you off whenever we are able, but you are never to do it yourself. Understand?" I nodded, dumbly

"So which is it to be then?" I had no idea. I would be here three more years, at least, and the thought of going without a single orgasm… but the alternative…

"You see!" cried my aunt triumphantly, I had delayed my answer too long. "He'd rather be jerked off by a fifty year old woman than go without his sordid little rituals! What did I tell you?"

I looked up at the girls. Samantha was sniggering quietly, Elle just looked shocked.

"Please-" I began.

"It's too late for any dishonesty now, Chrissie. Elle the gag please." It was a scrunched up ball of fabric they pushed into my mouth.

"Now Chris, we've decided you should be dependent on us for a while, until you've learnt to grow up a bit."

"We're taking you under our wing" said Elle.

"Now sit down on the floor, Chrissie" said Samantha, approaching me. I moved my legs from under me and reclined, as encouraged, onto Elle, who was sitting behind me. She started to play with my nipples as Samantha knelt down to kiss my face and neck. My aunt then started to tug repeatedly at my erect member. It wasn't long before I came.

 

Chapter 2

 

They didn't let up for the rest of the day. Still bound and gagged, they took me from room to room, standing me in front of furniture, windows, paintings, taking pictures. Where I hesitated, it took only a light cuff to exorcise my reluctance. Finally, Sam and Elle announced they had work to do and disappeared into the office across my aunts expansive garden. My aunt announced I would be helping her prepare dinner.

"It's always been an annoyance that you do nothing round the house Chrissie, we girls all work for a living you know. That's going to change."

Before she untied and de-gagged me she warned me that if I made one sound the rest of the day, she'd put me to the belt again.

"Now pop this over your head dear" It was a cotton apron with large ruffles round the edges. She turned me round and tied it up with a bow at the back.

We made a beef stroganoff with roast potatoes and greens.

"Pay attention dear, you'll have to do this by yourself one day."

By the time it was ready to be served, I was starving. I hadn't eaten since breakfast. However I was made to stand still and watch the three of them eat. When they had finished, I was invited to sit down.

"There's still plenty left Chrissie" said Elle, passing me a dish. Plenty of vegetables, precious little else.

"Is there anything else I could have Auntie?" I asked, as sweetly as possible, my stomach still unsatisfied.

"Why yes dear" she replied, before putting me across her knee.

In the evening we played charades. Minus my apron I was stark naked again, someone would give me a phrase to act out, the other two would try to guess. I did this for two hours. After a while, I began to enjoy it.

Finally, it was time for bed. My aunt appeared with a pale blue baby doll nightie set and had me put it on in the living room. All three ladies escorted me upstairs and watched as I climbed onto my bed.

"Wait a moment dear" said my aunt, pulling out a blindfold of the kind girls sometimes wear to sleep. It had a pattern of stars and moons across the front in pastel blues and yellows. Once in place, my arms were placed in straps and tied firmly down by my sides. Where had they come from? I was about to protest when a hand came over my mouth.

"Hush Chrissie, you know full well why we've tied you down. If you want a little orgasm, you'll have to wait till morning."

My covers were pulled over me, and tucked in. Three goodnight kisses later, I was alone, listening to the sound of muffled giggling.

 

Chapter 3

 

The previous days events were still vivid in my mind the next morning. Having woken, I had to wait some time before I was allowed to see, or move freely. All three of them came to my room at once. They could tell I was awake from my expression, but they spent awhile unhurriedly discussing how cute I looked, and what a good idea this had been. When the blindfold came off, it was Elle's sweetly smiling face that greeted me.

"And how are we this morning Chrissie?" My aunt stood behind her looking sternly at me.

"Very well thank you Elle" I said, as nicely as possible.

"You slept well I hope?"

"It was very comfortable"

"Good" she cooed, lifting my bedspread from me. "Ooh look, he's got a hard-on."

"Well don't be surprised dear" said my aunt. "He likes this. Don't you Chrissie." She leaned over me with a look of repressed aggression. I just nodded meekly.

"Do you like this Chrissie?" said Elle, as she reached into my nightie and grabbed hold of my erect member. "Do you like it? Do you like it?" My arms were still strapped down to the bed. My murmured cries of Yes, Yes became squeals as I reached climax.

When I was over, Samantha undid the straps round my arms and helped me to my feet. All three women were fully, indeed smartly, dressed. Auntie proffered a glass of water and an unnamed pill.

"What's this?" I asked

"Just be a good boy and swallow it Chrissie." This was Elle. After downing the pill, she jumped enthusiastically into the task of undressing me and leading me to the bathroom.

"Time for a shower Chrissie." She was loving calling me that. I climbed into the cubicle and turned on the water. She handed me a soap and flannel and started telling me where to wash. We were alone in the room then, and it occurred to me that Elle was only just an adult. That look of amused superiority was just a front. She'd never be doing this if my aunt hadn't persuaded her. At her next order I didn't wash under my arms, I just stood and grinned at her. She responded with an unimpressed pair of raised eyebrows. This girl had just jerked me off in front of two other women. I went bright red and looked downwards.

"Wash your balls Chrissie. That's it. Keep washing them till I tell you to stop."

 

Chapter 4

 

After I got out of the shower, my aunt and Samantha came into the room with a pair of big fluffy towels which they proceeded to dry me with. They then wrapped a robe round me, unmistakeably Samantha's.

"Why don't I use my robe, Auntie?" I said as she slipped it on me.

"There's a perfectly good reason for that dear. Now lets all get down to breakfast, it's rather late already and I'm sure we're all quite hungry."

We walked downstairs and into the kitchen en masse. When we arrived, the three women went immediately to the kitchen table and sat down. There were only three chairs.

"I shall have a full English please Chrissie" said my aunt, "Samantha?"

"Scrambled eggs on toast"

"I'll just have some cereal thank-you Chrissie" added Elle. I stood there dumbfounded for a moment.

"What are you waiting for dear? Get Elle a bowl and spoon…" I followed my aunts instructions to the letter, she even made me pour the flakes and milk. I picked a frying pan and went over to the cooker.

"Chrissie" said Samantha, "Don't you dare get anything on my robe."

Halfway through the scrambled eggs, Elle asked for another bowl and I rushed over and poured it for her. When I'd finished I had to watch them eat again. Sam and Auntie then offered a wealth of 'constructive' criticism.

"Now, do yourself something. The girls and I have a little job to do."

I fixed myself up a fry-up and watched them move some sacks from the dining room to a small stone pit in the garden. An unfinished water feature I think it was. I paused once when I noticed the rushes I was feeling, and the strange rising sensation in my chest and head. Was it that pill? I'd taken Prozac recreationally before, the way teenagers will try anything, this was similar…

The three of them came back in time to watch me eat. No sooner had I finished I was taken by the arms and shown outside.

"We've got something exciting to show you" I was taken to the edge of the pit and invited to examine its contents.

"Wha- it's all my stuff"

"Yes dear, and you won't be needing it anymore"

Samantha held one of my arms and my aunt the other. They were surprisingly strong. Elle walked up with a can of petrol. For the first time since this ordeal began, I was genuinely angry. I cursed and shouted at Elle as she poured the can all over my things and swore I'd do all manner of things to her and everyone else. I couldn't break free from the women holding me though. One of them kicked my legs from under me and I was down on my knees. Before I knew it, my hands were tied behind my back again and the fabric gag put in my mouth. Now I was helpless, Elle lit a rag and putting her hand to her mouth in an 'aren't I naughty' kind of way let it fall. My aunt stood by me as I watched my possessions burn, her two daughters leaving, to go to work, presumably. I cried my eyes out. By the time Auntie led me back into the house and sat me down on a sofa, I was docile as a lamb.

"This has been very traumatic for you dear, I know that, so I'm going to let you rest awhile."

She put some classical music on, Chopin apparently, and told me to relax. Still bound and gagged, I sat there into the afternoon, listening to one CD then another. My aunt sat with me reading things relevant to her work. The drug I'd taken started doing its work. Troublesome thoughts that filled my head started to melt away and I began to really enjoy the music. For a long time I forgot where I was, and my situation. It was blissful.

It was after two when my aunt spoke to me again.

"You've been a good boy today Chrissie, sitting there so nicely, you've been no trouble at all" She walked to me and undid the front of the robe I was still wearing, "A good boy Chrissie, a very good boy."

After she'd finished milking me she removed the gag and binds from my hands, had me shower again and dried me herself. No robe this time, I was led downstairs naked and yesterdays apron was put on me. We were cooking dinner again. It was something Italian today, and the recipe involved me stirring the pot constantly for almost an hour. I didn't find this boring. The food was hot and ready to serve when Sam and Elle got back. This time the left-overs were more generous and I finished eating feeling satisfied. Sam and Elle both seemed really concerned with whether I was alright and their gentle questions and petting left me feeling warm. That evening we watched old black & white films of my aunt's. I sat in an armchair with Sam, perched on her lap whilst she cupped my balls with the hand she had round me. When I fidgeted or didn't sit still, she squeezed.

After the second film had ended, I was put in my nightie and taken to bed. Strapped down, blindfolded and tucked in. All three of them had come up to kiss me goodnight again. After they'd left I was suddenly relieved – apart from 15 minutes at breakfast, this was the first moment today I'd been alone.

 

Chapter 5

 

It was Sam's face I woke to today, and the morning routine was the same. She beat me off, all the time mouthing dirty things at me, then untied me, undressed me and gave me another pill to swallow. My aunt and Elle were there to watch of course. Sam then had me wash in front of her, before drying me by herself..

After I'd put on my apron and served breakfast I was taken back to the bathroom by all three women. Told to lie in the bath, I complied and found myself having my body covered in an unpleasant smelling cream.

"It's to remove your body hair Chrissie" said Elle

"If you're going to be wandering around naked we don't want you looking like you've just stepped out of a cave."

After being showered and dried again, the women gave me a thorough inspection. They were satisfied with their work.

"You look gorgeous, Chrissie" Elle cooed

"You feel gorgeous too" Sam slid her down my side then up the inside of my leg.

"No wank for you missy" said my aunt, looking at my erect cock, "We have things to do."

Auntie took Elle out in the car with her, leaving me in Samantha's charge. I spent the day hoovering and dusting, Sam looking on from over her laptop. With the size of Auntie's house, the task took more than two hours. Once I'd finished she gave me a Jane Austen to read and told me to be quiet.

"I could go to another room if you like" I offered

"Your aunt wants you under constant supervision Chrissie. I'm sure you appreciate why."

I became quietly engrossed in the book. The drug I was taking seemed to block out all but the immediate from my mind.

When it was time to make dinner, Sam said she'd show me how to make her favourite dish.

"I virtually lived on this at Cambridge"

"Cambridge uni?"

"Yes"

"You never told me you went to university"

"No? Well I left two years back, 2:2 in law"

"Well done"

"Thank you Chrissie, it was good fun, I met this great bunch of people…"

Whilst we were cooking, Sam told me all about those three years of her life, things she'd done, people she'd met, situations she'd got into. One of these was so farcical I couldn't resist a wisecrack.

"And what the hell do you mean by that??"

"Nothing Sam, it was just a joke"

"You think that's funny, do you?"

"No, I mean yes but…"

"You're making fun of me"

"No! I'm just… I was trying to be friendly"

"If you want to be friendly, try being sweet instead of sarcastic"

"I'm sorry"

"That won't cut it Chrissie, you'll have to try harder"

"Um…"

"Get down on your knees… and kiss my feet."

"Why?" I said from my kneeling position

"Because if you don't I'll stamp on your balls till there's nothing left!"

I did as I was bidden.

"That's my shoe. I said my foot."

"…"

"Take the shoe off… now the sock. Good, now suck it!"

I took her foot in my hand and put my lips round her big toe. I kissed and sucked all of the digits then looked up to see if I was finished.

"Keep going!" she shouted, pushing her foot further into my face. "You'll stop when I tell you to stop!"

Eventually, I was back on my feet.

"Now what were you saying, Chrissie?"

"I'm sorry Samantha"

"That's alright dear. But I was thinking, you owe Elle an apology too."

"What for?"

"Amongst other things, you called her a stinking bitch."

"But that was when she was burning my things!"

"So? You must realize Chrissie, that everything we do is for your own good. You might not understand that yet, but if you're going to be ignorant, and you are very ignorant indeed, you could at least be pleasant about it. Do you agree?"

I didn't. Not even slightly.

"I suppose so."

"Good. I think you should apologize at dinner. When everyone can hear you."

Dinner was delicious. Sam certainly had good taste. I apologized to Elle after they'd finished eating and before I'd begun. She hugged me and told me it was perfectly understandable in the circumstances. When I asked where her and Auntie had been today I was told not to be nosey. She asked what I'd done today and I told her about my book. Everyone thought it would be wonderful if I were to read it aloud to them. That was how I spent the evening. Various books were brought out and passages selected and I stood and read, naked again. At each stop I would be commended and I glowed in the light of their complements. When I was put to bed, in the same manner as before, I noticed it was rather early, but didn't mind.

 

Chapter 6

 

In the time I had before I was gotten out of bed, I made a few resolutions. I would demand to know what these women had planned for me. The school year started in a couple of weeks. Would I be kept like this till then? Would I even be going to school? Thinking seriously about the situation, I decided I might have to escape. This was weird, fucking weird, and the more I thought about it, the surer I became there was some ulterior motive behind this. Whatever I did, it would have to be before that drug started working. Under its effects, the women could force me to do anything. Breakfast. I'd do it at breakfast.

The three came into my room, and I knew what was coming.

After my shower, my aunt kept me in the bathroom awhile. She'd finished drying me, and was holding the ends of the towel, with the middle round my bum, so she was effectively pulling me towards her.

"I've been very happy with you these past few days Chrissie, I've been surprised –you've adapted so well. Haven't you enjoyed yourself?"

Steeling myself slightly, I said "No, not really."

"That's a lie, Chrissie. You've clearly loved every minute of it. Even when you were most debased and humiliated you loved it. In fact, I believe those were your favourites. Am I right?"

I was bright red. I still had the wit in me to change tack though.

"That's n-not what I mean Auntie. I… I was worried…"

"Worried about what dear? It's alright."

Reassured, I continued "It's about, well, what about the future? How long are you gonna do this to me? What about school? Last week you said you'd enrol in that private one round the way. What about that?"

"Shh.. Chrissie, listen. This won't last forever. Do you think we would do this forever? No, no. We'll get bored and we'll all move on. But this will be a good lesson for you, you can't just blindly follow your impulses. The world will bite you back. And it's good for the girls, Elle especially. You like her, don't you? Well, no lothario is going to sweep her off her feet. Not now. She'll still enjoy men of course, but not be over-impressed, she'll take charge, have confidence. As for school, it's too late to enrol you in anything but a state school, and I don't want to do that. We'll try and get you in somewhere proper after Christmas. Until then we'll hire a private tutor. Is that ok?"

"I guess. How long though? When does this stop?"

"I can't tell you that! It would ruin all your fun."

I smiled at that.

"Now come on Chrissie, the girls are waiting for us"

"Auntie, one more thing."

"Yes dear"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Oh come now Chrissie, do you think you're the first boy I've feminised?"

"Fem-what??"

 

Chapter 7

 

When my aunt and I returned to my room, the air was full of the excitement of the two girls within.

"Guess what we're going to do today Chrissie!" Elle grinned at me

"Surprise me" I shot back.

When my aunt didn't admonish me, Sam did it instead

"What's with the attitude miss?"

"Calm down dear" my aunt said. "Chrissie and I have just had a very emotional discussion. I'm afraid I may have given away your surprise."

"Awww mum!" said Elle, as if she was about twelve.

"Can you guess what it is Chrissie?"

I looked from Sam then down my naked body and sighed.

"Is it something to wear?"

"It's a whole new wardrobe Chrissie, look!" Elle reached forward and pulled me in front of the room's wardrobe, disingenuously left open. She then pulled a dress from the rack of five inside and held it up in front of me.

"What do you think, baby?"

It was much like one a little girl would wear, with short puffed sleeves and a skirt down to the knee. It was pink. The bodice was of some shiny material, whilst the sleeves and skirt were in a quilted material that had a floral pattern printed on them in a darker shade. It had a tiny Chinese style collar, whilst the cuffs and hems were finished with lace. It would be too tight at the neck to fit over my head but it did up with three buttons at the back. I then noticed four more identical dresses, in different colours. As well as pink, I had pastel blue, yellow, mauve and white.

"Come on Chrissie, don't just stand there. What do you think?"

I looked at my aunt and gulped.

"I think it's very nice."

I got hugs and kisses for that, then they started to dress me. First, out of a drawer, some old fashioned frilly panties. I sat on Sam's knee as Elle put them over my feet, then Sam pulled them up. Next, a petticoat was found and placed over my panties. Then, knee socks and white low-heel shoes with a strap across them. Then the dress. The girls were in a fever of excitement getting it on me and they laughed their arses off when they had a good look at me. I felt like running.

"Now stop that you two" said my aunt sternly. "Chrissie here has been a perfectly good girl, and you stand there and make fun of her. Get a hold of yourselves"

"Sorry" said Elle

"Yes, sorry Chrissie" said Sam, and kissed me on the lips.

"Sorry Chrissie" said Elle, with a hug and a kiss.

"Now breakfast!" said my aunt theatrically.

Also part of my new wardrobe were a few pinafores and a matching sash for each dress. The pinafore was for housework and the sash dressing up, I was told. It was the former I was dressed in to make breakfast, and the latter afterward, when I was paraded around the house and garden, photographed from every angle, everywhere. The sash was wrapped tightly round my waist and tied with a huge bow at the back. It must have come out over a foot from each side of my body. My skirt came out further over the petticoats, and with the angle it was rather short. By now the drug had kicked in and I forgot myself. The sound and the feel of my dress pleased and excited me. I posed for various photographs in front of the big willow at the bottom of the garden. Chrissie holding her hem, Chrissie with handbag, Chrissie with flowers in her hair…

The afternoon was more routine. Changing back into my pinnie, Elle stayed and watched me do housework and we cooked dinner, chatting away childishly about nothing. In the evening we watched TV.

"Did you enjoy today, Chrissie?"

No use denying it.

"Yes, very much so."

"Good. You're going to have lots of fun, the next few weeks, being a girl"

 

Chapter 8

 

For the first time, I was woken by not three women, but one. My aunt explained to me as she dried me that I would be indulged less and less as time went on.

"My company has lost a lot of working hours with us looking after you. This is your opportunity to show me you can be trusted."

I'm not sure what she meant by that. I was still allowed precious little time to myself. Dressed in my yellow outfit, I was shown the office for the first time. A converted garage with computers in it – not much to look at. I was told to perch on a convenient stool and was given a book to read. . The stool was too high for me and I sat with my legs dangling in thin air. I was under strict instructions not to disturb them in any way. No talking, no fidgeting, certainly no getting up and moving around. The morning passed slowly.

Elle, who took no part of the decision making in the company, was my ward again for the afternoon. Whilst I never expected her to help me with the laundry or general cleaning, it was a surprise when she didn't help cook, issuing orders instead from the kitchen table.

The evening wasn't too exciting either. Sam and Elle went out, separately, glad to be doing their own thing again and I was at home with my aunt, ironing and listening to the radio. It was her who tucked me in before the others had got back.

The next two weeks were much of the same. The three of them took turns in waking, wanking, drugging, washing, drying and dressing me. My day consisted of breakfast, waiting in the office, chores, dinner and sometimes entertainment in the evening. When I complained I was spanked. If I did so in the office, I was tied to a post outside, spanked, and left there. I only did that once. The women seemed to be slipping back into their old routine before they 'adopted' me. Sam and Elle went out often and my aunt liked to spend her evenings quietly. When they were home, the two girls made an effort to be especially affectionate and intimate with me, as if to compensate for their frequent absence. This mollified me somewhat, especially if it was with Elle, whom I was starting to really love. She liked to put make up on me and dress me in her old clothes. Then I'd parade or dance about her room whilst she encouraged me. Nevertheless, I was bored. Things would have to change soon. They did.

 

Chapter 9

 

It was the 21^st day since I was found out and Sam was dressing me. Not once in the past three weeks had I slept untied, showered unwatched, or been allowed to dress myself. Today Sam was being especially fussy about my appearance. She seemed to spend ages straightening the hem of my lilac dress, fiddling with the sleeves, smoothing the skirt. She spent longer than usual combing my shortish hair and when she finished, she fixed a matching lilac bow to the top of my head.

"What's this for Sam?"

"You'll have to ask your auntie, baby. Now come through to my room."

Sam sat me in front of her vanity and started to make me up, even plucking my eyebrows down to two thin lines. Once she'd finished, I'd almost have passed as a girl.

"Really Sam, what's this about?"

"We're going downstairs, ask your Aunt."

"You're going to meet a friend of mine Chrissie," my aunt informed me. "She's agreed to tutor you for this school term."

"What do you mean?"

"I explained you'd be home schooled for a term didn't I? And I've arranged it."

"I don't want to meet her dressed like this!"

"How else would you be dressed? You have no other clothes."

"But…But I thought this would be over when I started school."

"This is hardly starting school Chrissie. No. You'll be petticoated for some months yet."

Months. I just stood and gawped at her.

"Now don't worry Chrissie, Carol is an old friend of mine and knows all about you. Her sons were petticoated from a younger age than you. She won't be shocked. But I warn you, she won't tolerate any backtalk or sullenness. So I want you to think very carefully about what you'll say to her. She will be arriving in an hour."

I was refused breakfast and told to wait in the corner of the kitchen, as far as possible from anything that might stain my dress. When I refused to cooperate, I was spanked and marched there and left facing the wall. If I moved I would be spanked again. When they had all finished eating, I was taken back into the lobby.

"Carol will be here soon" my aunt continued, "have you thought out what you'll say to her?"

"No"

"Well think of something, Chrissie. You can't talk to her like this. The nicer you are to her now, the better it will be in the long run."

I didn't like the sound of this at all.

"What do you think I should say?"

"Well you could try smiling for a start. And why don't you try a curtsy?"

"A curtsy?"

"Yes, smile, curtsy, and say "Welcome to our home Miss Ridgeway""

"Er… ok"

I held the hem of my dress, forced a smile, bent my knees a little and repeated the line.

"That's good Chrissie, you're making an effort now. What else?"

"Well…"

A knock at the door.

"That's her" my aunt said, moving to let Miss Ridgeway in. "Now remember dear, be nice."

To say Miss Ridgeway was intimidating would be like saying Trotsky was a bit of a leftie. She was at least three inches taller than my aunt, who was taller than me herself. Her face was long, angular, with a small, thin mouth, roman nose and cold blue-grey eyes. Her look was, no doubt deliberately, accentuated by her choice of severe, dark clothing. She wore gloves.

"Good morning, Edna" she addressed my aunt. "It is so good to be back here again. I see you've redecorated."

"I hope you like it dear, I spent rather a lot on the place. Business has been going rather well."

"So I understand. I trust your health is good."

"Never better. You look in good shape yourself, Carol"

Miss Ridgeway was looking straight at me. I didn't know whether to meet her gaze, or look away. Either could be considered rude.

"Allow me to introduce my nephew, Chrissie" said my aunt, rescuing me, "Chrissie, this is Miss Ridgeway."

I smiled, curtsied and delivered my line:

"Welcome to our home Miss Ridgeway"

She looked at me with a wry smile and approached.

"Good morning, Chrissie. How are you today?"

"I'm very well thank you, Miss Ridgeway"

"And are you happy today, Chrissie?"

Still forcing a smile, I answered "I'm very happy today Miss Ridgeway. Thank you for asking."

"And do you like being a girl Chrissie?"

I hesitated. "I like it very much, Miss Ridgeway"

"That works out well then doesn't it?"

"Yes Miss Ridgeway"

I breathed a sigh of relief when she turned from me and said "I'd like to spend some time alone with him if I may."

Hold the relief.

"Yes, of course" said my aunt and moved toward the lounge. Upon entering behind them, I noticed Sam and Elle examining magazines with unusual scrutiny. They'd obviously been listening at the door.

"It's about time you two got some work done" said my aunt, "besides Carol and Chrissie need to use this room awhile."

The pair got up and left.

"Call me if you need anything dear" my aunt said, as she too, left the room.

 

Chapter 10

 

Once everyone had left, Miss Ridgeway sat down. I remained standing, waiting for some hint of what she might expect. I got none. Instead she sat there and watched me impassively, as I got more and more nervous. She started to look me up and down.

"Is there anything I can get you, Miss Ridgeway?" I asked, eventually.

"No dear. Thank you. There is something you can do for me though dear."

"Yes, Miss Ridgeway?"

"Listen carefully dear. I'd like you to walk over to the armchair there and sit down. Then stand up, come and sit by me, then stand again and sit on the other sofa on the far wall."

"Er... ok"

Slightly bewildered, I did as she said.

"Good, now stand up and walk to the middle of the room. Now kneel, put your hands on the floor and swing your legs out from beneath you. Then lie down on your back. Then, reverse the process and stand up."

This strangeness went on for over an hour. Not just this. In amongst the movements were series of questions, randomly oscillating from the pub quiz variety:

"What is the capital of Bolivia?"

To the extremely personal:

"Do you prefer to be masturbated publicly, or by yourself in private?"

It confused the hell out of me. I was scared of her.

Finally, Miss Ridgeway told me to sit still whilst she went to fetch my aunt. All three of my relatives returned with her. She told me to stand by the fireplace. After the previous hour, the request seemed the most natural thing in the world. The four women spread themselves round the room, forming a semi-circle around me.

"I have completed my assessment of Chrissie as an individual, and I would now like to tell you my findings."

"Please continue" said my aunt.

"First of all, I think Chrissie makes an excellent subject for petticoat discipline. First of all, he deeply wants this to happen. That much is obvious. Secondly, he retains a sense of shame at his situation, which in turn makes him want to redeem himself. Finally, he genuinely looks up to women and is willing to accept one as his redeemer. However, his situation is not ideal. You have done well in his supervision, I know this from Edna. However your discipline has been lax. He has no idea of proper manners, carriage or comport. You have given him the idea that his situation is temporary, which can only lead to trouble. What's the point in moulding his personality if he regards it like his dresses – clothes to be thrown away? Besides, there will only be more tantrums when you delay him again."

"Will you take him on?"

"Of course Edna, but I have one or two suggestions first."

"Go ahead."

"First of all, double the dose of Emphiraxyll, one in the morning, one in the evening. And enforce some basic decorum. Pleases and thank-yous. He didn't even smile when talking to me most of the time."

"STOP IT!" I screamed. "You can't talk about me like this. You just can't! Do think I'll just go along with this? It's my goddam life! You can't make me do anything!"

With that, I stormed out of the house, still wearing my lilac dress with the big bow at the back. No one made any attempt to stop me.

 

Chapter 11

 

I was out of the village by the time I stopped walking and paused to think. Where was I going? What was I going to do? It was quite scary being out on my own dressed like this. Even somewhere as peaceful and idyllic as this patch of English countryside. I needed a plan. Then I thought of Mr and Mrs Jackson, who I'd met shortly after arriving here. They were a pleasant middle-aged couple and I remember them telling me that if I needed a favour, I only need ask. Maybe they'd give me some clothes and a lift into town. And I'd have somewhere to wash this damn make-up off. It was a plan – the only one I had.

They lived in an old converted farm house the other end of the village. I knew a good secluded path through a field that allowed me to miss out the main road and hopefully, not be spotted. I was afraid of being caught by my family now. This was no longer a game.

Approaching the Jackson's house, I went over and over what I was going to say. Obviously, I was extremely nervous about presenting myself like this, but knew I'd have to cross that bridge sometime if I was going to escape. I steeled myself and knocked on the door.

"Hello there Miss, can I help you?"

"Mrs Jackson, you might not recognise me but we met about a month ago. My names Christopher"

"Oh yes! You're that dear little boy who'd lost his parents. How are you holding up love?"

"Fine. Well, I haven't thought about it much lately to be honest."

"You poor thing, it must be quite a shock."

"Yes, it… it hasn't been easy. Er… listen, Mrs Jackson, there was something I wanted to talk about."

"Of course dear, come in."

"Thank you"

We walked though into their living room.

"Is there anything I can get you? A cup of tea?"

It seemed rather odd that she hadn't even batted an eyelid over my attire. I thought I had better raise the subject.

"Mrs Jackson, I expect you're wondering about my clothes."

"I suppose you're a bit embarrassed, dear. They are unusual clothes for a boy."

"Er, yes. You see…"

"Don't you worry dear, I've seen stranger things in my time. I once saw forty odd naked people chasing a sacrificial lamb down the high street, they were druids you see, in… What was the name of that town, Patrick?" she shouted this into the kitchen.

"Which town is that, lover?" came a voice.

"In Somerset. With the druids."

"Poultonby" came the reply.

"Yes, Poultonby. You see dear, the world is a much stranger place than you might imagine, especially as a young man… Patrick, would you bring us some tea, please."

"I'm doing it as we speak." Came the voice again.

"Now what was I saying? Yes, a strange place. People live their lives in all sorts of ways, and each to his own I say."

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about, Mrs Jackson, you see…"

I tailed off as Mr Jackson entered the room.

"Ah, tea. About time to sweetheart."

My heart didn't just sink, it plummeted.. The respectable gentleman I'd met just a month before was wearing a full-length gingham dress, pinafore and Victorian-style bonnet.

"Thank you dear." said his wife, taking the tray. "Now run along, you're scaring the child here."

He returned to the kitchen. I stood, frozen to the spot.

"You seem rather shocked dear, why don't you sit down and I'll explain a few things to you."

I hesitated. The urge to bolt out the door was foremost in my mind.

"Come now, you must have plenty of questions you want answered?"

After a moment, I nodded. She patted the sofa to invite me to sit. I perched myself next to her.

"Let me tell you about your aunt, dear. I've known Edna for years…"

 

Chapter 12

 

"I met Edna shortly after she divorced her husband. He'd been an investment banker and had helped build up the firm. I honestly have no idea why Edna married the man as she's never told me one good thing about him. She said he was a braggart, a drunk, a chauvinist, a coarse and vulgar man with no redeeming features. Anyway, whilst Edna was pregnant with Elle, he came home drunk and brooding one night and refused to talk to her. He sat in his study drinking further until Edna forced her way in and demanded to know what was wrong. After taking a great deal of abuse, it transpired that he had lost his job. Edna responded by pointing out that if he wasn't drunk all the time, maybe this wouldn't have happened, so he hit her."

I, sipping my tea, nodded for her to continue .

"She divorced him straight away. Her family were fairly well off, and whilst few of them were still alive, she had some inheritance hidden away he didn't know about. Still, it must have been unbelievably hard for her, going through a divorce, a pregnancy, a young child to look after, and keeping the company afloat, without her husband's contacts."

"Yes, I can't imagine. She… er… doesn't have a high opinion of men then."

"When I first met her, she wouldn't even talk to them. She'd never admit it, but I think she was afraid. I had to invite her five times before she'd come to my house and meet Patrick. Of course when she did finally meet him, she took to him immediately."

"Was he, er…"

"Oh yes dear, he's been in dresses over 30 years now. You can't imagine Edna's face that day, I can picture it vividly, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She did both, really. Shortly after that I introduced her to the network.

"The network?"

"It's a support group, for women who petticoat their men. We exchange correspondence, help each other out. For example, my oldest is currently at university in London, he's going to be a doctor, I'm so proud of him."

She handed me a picture. It was of a boy, older than me, in a maid's uniform.

"In normal circumstances, I'd be wary of sending him to live in a place like that. But someone in the network lives near his university, so he stays with them. He's safe there, and whilst he's there he can behave in the manner to which he's been accustomed all his life."

"I see." I said, and paused. Then "What about Mrs Ridgeway?"

"Oh, Carol. She's a member too. In fact, this village is a bit of a hub. There are a dozen women here with petticoated sons and hubbies."

"She's very…"

"Yes, she is. I bet she's the reason that you ran away, right?"

"Well, I…"

"It's understandable. She takes a very severe approach, in my opinion. She gets on well with Edna though. They've both suffered quite a bit at the hands of males."

"Her son, right?" This made sense.

"Her sons. Twins, their father ran off before they were born. Anyway they caused her no end of trouble. Finally, they were caught throwing bricks off a motorway bridge, caused an accident. No-one was killed, thank God, but some were seriously injured. She'd known about us for some months and came to us for help initially, but ended up doing most of it herself. I saw her boys a year or so later, they were dressed in matching bo-peep outfits with their hands tied together. They were both so… broken. They wouldn't talk or look anyone in the eye."

"What happened to them?"

"Carol arranged them marriages to other members of the network."

This reminded me that I was supposed to go home to this woman. I stood up.

"Well thank you Mrs Jackson, but I really should head off." I was a little unsteady. My head felt woozy.

"Wait a moment please Chris. I'd like you to meet my son."

"I thought he was at uni."

"My youngest son. He's upstairs." She walked to the stairs and called "Francis, would you come downstairs please." Mrs Jackson turned back to me "He'll be delighted to see you. He rarely meets boys his own age."

 

Chapter 13

 

As he came down the stairs, I saw Francis was wearing an outfit that made mine look positively plain. It was a huge, deep red frock with large puff sleeves and a frilly hem that fell past his knees. Over this was what I guess you'd call a pinafore, but did up with oversized buttons down the front. It was done in a patchwork of pink and white squares, each one with a different picture in it. A duckling here, a starfish there. His hair was long, and styled in curls, tied up with red ribbon. When he saw me, his eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

"Francis" said Mrs Jackson, "I'd like you to meet Chris. He's Edna's nephew."

Francis smiled shyly and said "Hello Chris."

I was struck by the feminine sound of his voice. "Hello Francis" I replied. We both stood there for a moment, not sure what to do.

"Come on you two. Sit down and get to know each other. I'm sure you'll both become the best of friends. Won't that be nice."

"Oh yes Mummy!" said Francis excitedly, "That would be super!"

I decided to excavate myself from this situation as quickly as possible.

"I'm sorry, but I really must go." I said, starting toward the door. "It was nice to meet you Francis."

"Oh please stay Chris." said Mrs Jackson with the telephone in her hand "I promise it will be lots of fun."

I wavered. I knew exactly what that gesture meant.

"If you must go, please excuse me whilst I find the key to the front door, it's locked with a Chubb."

Shit, I thought.

"I suppose I can stay awhile Mrs Jackson," I said. "There's nothing to do I can't put off."

"Hurray!" said Francis. "Let's play doctors and nurses!"

I sat on the floor and waited for Francis to bring his things down. Mr Jackson brought in more drinks. Francis came back with dolls, pens and paper, a stethoscope and other medical paraphernalia. He had a doctors head lamp on and gave me a nurses hat to wear.

"This is Melissa" said Francis, pointing out one of his dolls, "She is suffering from acute renal failure"

I smiled, remembering his older brother at med school, Francis smiled back.

"Nurse" he said, "Would you take his blood count please?"

In the next hour, we cured dolls of gallstones, cystitis, removed a benign tumour from a stomach, performed a lung transplant and much more. As much to please his mother, who kept hold of the cordless phone throughout, as anything else, I complemented him on his dress, his appearance and his medical knowledge. I asked about his brother, who he said was the most wonderful person in the world and that he missed him terribly. Finally he announced there were no more patients.

"What do you want to play?"

I explained I had only been wearing dresses 3 weeks and didn't know what games boys like us played.

"How about the kissing game?"

"I think that's a great idea" said Mrs Jackson.

I turned and gave her what I guess was a bitchy look.

"Ooh goody!" said Francis, who leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. I was nonplussed. "Now kiss me silly" said Francis.

I leant forward and pecked him on the cheek.

"No silly" said Francis, giggling "in the same place. Look."

He kissed me on the forehead again, I kissed him back. Then he kissed me twice, forehead, left cheek. I did the same. Then forehead, left cheek, chin. I got the idea.

"Dinner is ready," said Mr Jackson.

"You'll eat with us, won't you Chris?" said his wife.

I certainly would. I hadn't eaten today. Francis and I broke off our kissing and went to the table. All sat on stools, except Mrs Jackson, who sat on a large, imposing chair at the head of the table. Before serving dinner, Mr Jackson, now without his bonnet, placed bibs over mine and Francis' head before donning his own. The food was delicious.

After dinner, Mrs Jackson asked if we would like dessert. Francis piped up "Yes please!" Mr Jackson informed us it would be some 20 minutes and we were excused from the table. Francis showed me his room. It was, like the rest of the house, quite large and it was decorated in an extravagantly feminine fashion. A good part of it was taken by a walk-in wardrobe and Francis showed me in and took me through his collection of outfits. Each one seemed to serve a particular purpose. There were house dresses, garden dresses, travelling dresses and so on. We sat down as he showed me some of his dolls. I was very placid by now and happily helped as he gave them to me one by one and explained what he liked and disliked about each one.

I didn't hear my aunt come in and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw her standing in the doorway with Sam and Elle, their expressions turning from anger, to surprise, to absolute delight, when they saw me in this room, with another pretty little boy, surrounded by dolls and dresses.

 

Chapter 14

 

I was allowed to stay for dessert. Francis and I ate our apple crumble happily while Mrs Jackson explained to my relatives what a wonderful boy I was and how she couldn't believe Id'd only been in dresses 3 weeks. She failed to mention her latent threats to me and instead painted a picture of me as a polite, sweet and considerate creature and told them that she'd love to have me back over anytime.

After kissing Francis and Mrs Jackson goodbye, I walked out onto the street with my aunt leading the way, and Sam and Elle on either side, holding my hands. They didn't stop asking me about my day and told me how wonderful it was to see me back to my old self after this morning. Happy to be the centre of attention, I said that Mrs Jackson had explained a lot of things to me and I was now much more comfortable with the situation. I was light-headed and unsteady on my feet, nearly falling into the girls on several occasions. This provoked plenty of giggling and affectionate calls of "clumsy!" It was so inkeeping with the spirit of things that I gave my condition no thought. In hindsight, I suspect Mrs Jackson had put something in my tea.

Once home, my aunt put me to work washing dishes.

"I can't tell you how relieved we were to find you Chrissie, we were afraid you'd gone and done something stupid."

Under weight of obligation, I replied "Yes, I'm sorry Auntie. I didn't mean to worry you."

"The outside world is no place for a sweet little thing like you to go running around on your own."

"Yes, Auntie."

"Did you enjoy your day at the Jacksons?" she asked, changing tack.

"Yes. Mrs Jackson explained a few things to me. About you and Miss Ridgeway."

"I see."

"It must have been hard for you, what happened. And for Miss Ridgeway too."

"Well the main thing is we're both stronger for it. Do you think you can get on with Miss Ridgeway now?"

"I guess, it's just I wish she wasn't so… you know."

"Yes, Chrissie. Well, I'll have a word with her tonight. Persuade her to be more gentle with you. But you have to make an effort too. Will you show her what a nice little boy you can be?"

"I'll try my hardest Auntie."

"Promise?"

"I promise, Auntie."

I spent the evening playing dress up with Elle. She wouldn't stop talking about how cute I was today and that maybe I could borrow some of Francis' clothes to wear for her. She also started saying how she wanted to show me to some of her friends. Enraptured with her, I agreed to everything she said. She was so beautiful. A thrill came up my body every time she stroked my hair or played with the sit of my clothes. Undressing me at one point, she caught sight of my erection.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Chrissie?" she asked, staring straight at it. I blushed and nodded. "Well lets do something about that before it ruins the line of your dress."

She had me pull down my panties and sit, then she started caressing my member. We were looking straight at one another, her with good-natured fun, me with a deep seated longing. Before I knew what I was doing, I had grabbed her round the waste and was pulling her towards me.

"Chrissie!" she shouted at the top of her voice.

"Elle…" I murmurred before she pulled free and delivered a stinging blow across my face.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?"

"I… I…" I wanted to explain how much I loved her, wanted her, but couldn't find the words.

"Mummy was right about you, you're just a dirty pervert."

"No, no. I was just…" I was moving towards her, my arms expressively out wide.

"Stop right there!" she shouted "Put your hands behind your back!"

Crying now, I meekly complied and waited for her.

"Now, you can go stand in the corner and think about what you've done."

I moved there and stood facing the wall. Shortly afterward, my aunt came in and, glancing at me, asked Elle

"Is everything alright dear? I heard shouting."

"Everything's fine Mum," Elle replied, "Chrissie has just been very rude, that's all."

"Oh dear Chrissie," she said "and I'd thought we'd turned a corner with you."

Dressed only in a chemise and pair of panties, I sniffed and murmurred an apology.

"Perhaps we'd better send you to bed" my aunt continued.

"Oh no." Elle interupted. "His bed time's not for another 45 minutes. He can wait there until then."

There was a pause whilst the women exchanged glances.

"Very well then dear, I leave it to you to put him to bed. But no later than nine, do you hear?"

Lying blindfolded, tied down firmly to the bed in my baby-doll nightie, I regretted not having made a better fist of running away. The comfortable, homely feeling of the afternoon and early evening had given way to the same nervous apprehension I'd felt this morning. These women were taking control of my entire life, and there was nothing I could do.

  

  

  

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