Synopsis: In which Kay decides that her elder son Jason must dress as a girl too.

 

Petticoat Boys
by Emily Ross

 

Part Three – Kelly-Ann

 

Although my eleven-year-old son Jack (now called Jodie) was being subjected to petticoat discipline and was all prettied up and I had read through one of my sister’s book on petticoating, I hadn’t at this stage given a thought to my other son, fifteen year-old Jason and whether he needed the same treatment as well.

After dinner Jodie and I sat on the settee watching the usual soaps. Jodie was wearing a new outfit we’d bought that afternoon; a pink top, a black miniskirt, white ankle socks and Mary Janes. He wore a long dark wig tied in plaits and a little foundation and lipstick. On his wrists he wore pretty bracelets and he also wore a necklace and a finger ring.

Jason arrived home about halfway through the show. His reaction was entirely predictable. "You fucking fairy," he shouted when he saw his brother dressed as a girl, "Why are wearing a skirt?"

Jodie burst into tears and I burst into action. "Come upstairs with me, young man," I said in a commanding tone. I think Jason was shocked by my outburst. There was no question of him not obeying me. I never knew I had that power before.

"Jason," I said to him firmly as we reached his bedroom. "Jodie is not a fairy but is being subjected to petticoat discipline."

"What?" he asked.

"Petticoat discipline. It’s where badly behaved boys have to dress as girls to correct and improve their behaviour. Jodie started this afternoon and you are going to start right now."

"Me?" he gurgled almost incomprehensively. "Why?"

"Well I warned you that I would take action if you stepped out of line again. You’ve insulted your brother and you’ve sworn in front of him. Under the new rules that means six days in dresses."

"What new rules?"

I repeated what Jill had said to Jodie earlier. "Every time you misbehave, you get three days in a dress. Very bad behaviour or repeat offences get seven days. OK? Understand?"

Jason nodded.

I went on. "There’s time off for good behaviour. So if you wash the car or clean the bathroom you could get a day off when you can wear your boy stuff again. And from now on you will be called Kelly-Ann."

"Kelly-Ann? Kelly-Ann? What sort of fu…?"

"Careful, Kelly-Ann, or it will be three more days in dresses. Now you go and take a bath. Shave your legs and armpits. Then put on the robe and come into my bedroom. OK?"

"OK." There was no way that Jason could disobey me. He meekly headed for the bathroom where earlier I had put one of my robes, a silky pink one! I headed for my bedroom to see if I could find some suitable clothes for him. He and I were about the same size. OK so I was 37 and he was 15 but one or two of my things would be OK on a girl his age.

I found a pencil skirt, black and knee-length that I hardly ever wore (it was a bit young for me), a plain white blouse and some shoes with a sensible two-inch heel. A pair of white panties, black sheer tights, a padded bra and a silky white slip with plenty of lace. What use is petticoat discipline without a petticoat? I got the wig that Jodie had worn earlier and looked in my jewellery box for a thin necklace, a couple of bracelets and some clip-on ear-rings.

Half an hour later Jason emerged some the bathroom wearing my robe and came into my bedroom. "Ready?" I asked him looking at his hairless legs.

He nodded not daring to argue with me. It was amazing how submissive he and Jodie had become.

"Right, Kelly-Ann. I’ve left some clothes for you on my bed. Do you want me to help you put them on or will you manage on your own?"

Obviously I didn’t expect him to ask for help.

"I’ll manage," he said.

"Right. Call me when you’re ready and I’ll come and do your make-up."

He cringed when I said make-up but again he didn’t dare to argue. This petticoat discipline was going to be easier than I thought. I went downstairs and a quarter of an hour later I heard a plaintive ‘mommy’ from upstairs. Mommy? Were Jodie and Kelly-Ann both calling me mommy now?

I skipped up the stairs half expecting him to be wearing his boy stuff ready for an argument but impatient to see Kelly-Ann in a skirt for the first time. Sure enough, he stood in my room wearing the skirt which fitted him well and revealed nice shapely calves. The blouse stretched over what I’ve heard described as an ample chest. The jewellery glinted from his neck, wrist and ears. The wig gave a cute feminine shape to his head.

"Spin round." He obeyed my instruction. ‘Nice,’ I thought to myself. A little make-up and he will be very feminine.

I decided to leave the trimming of his eyebrows to another day but I showed Kelly-Ann how to put on his own foundation, eye-shadow, mascara and lipstick. He looked a doll. He studied his reflection in the mirror for a few moments, looking from several different angles. From each one he looked all girl.

He followed me downstairs to the living room where Jodie was still the couch-potato in front of the television. "Hi, Kelly-Ann," he said, "you look beautiful."

"Thank you, Jodie," my elder son replied, "so do you. I’m sorry I swore at you earlier. It won’t happen again. If I can do anything to make it up to you, don’t hesitate to ask."

"Thank you."

"What are you watching? Do you mind if I sit next to you and watch too?"

"Be my guest," said Jodie. Kelly-Ann brushed his hand over his arse smoothing his skirt and carefully sat down, unable to prevent the tight skirt riding up his legs revealing much of his thighs. He blushed when he realised that a little lace from his petticoat was visible. He tugged the hem down as he sat hoping that I hadn’t noticed but of course I had. How to sit down was just one of the many things he had to learn about being a girl.

For the rest of the evening the two ‘girls’ sat next to each other on the settee. Once I even spotted the two of them holding hands as they watched a scary bit of a movie. Kelly-Ann would have been even more embarrassed if he’d known that nearly all evening a flash of white lace was still visible between his dark skirt and his dark tights. I decided not to say anything.

I found them each a nightie and later sent them off to bed, satisfied with my day’s efforts and amazed at their manners.

Next day was Friday. I was up early but both ‘girls’ soon came down to breakfast wearing what they’d worn the previous evening. Kelly-Ann of course had nothing else to wear. This meant more shopping and another trip to Morton Wood to buy clothes.

Once again my credit card took a pounding as the three of us went from shop to shop, Kelly-Ann trying things on. After a hard morning’s retail therapy, we were ready for home. As Kelly-Ann is older than Jodie her wardrobe was slightly different. Skirts, both long and short, tops, sandals with a three-inch heel, cosmetics, jewellery, panties, tights, padded bras and silky petticoats were essential. So was a new wig; brown and shoulder length like Jodie’s.

But I also wanted Kelly-Ann to have some little girl party dresses. Luckily my sister had told me that there was a shop at Morton Wood that sold little girl dresses in adult sizes. We went there and came away with two dresses, one baby blue and one cream. We also bought Kelly-Ann white ankle socks and two pairs of Mary Janes there.

It might sound a lot of clothes for six days of petticoat punishment but I wanted enough so that the punishment could be extended if needed. Anyway, what the hell? Kelly-Ann looked good in skirts and the discipline had already had a marked effect on his behaviour too.

When we got home it was time for lunch. Kelly-Ann said he’d like to go upstairs and change into some of his new clothes so that he could give me my clothes back. I said I’d make the lunch while Kelly-Ann changed and Jodie freshened up.

Fifteen minutes later the lunch was ready and the two ‘girls’ appeared in the kitchen. They both looked so cute I felt I was going to die. They wore matching little girls’ dresses in baby blue, matching white ankle socks and Mary Janes. Both of them had an inch or so of petticoat showing below the hem of his dress. They both wore their matching wigs each tied in two matching pigtails and tied in baby blue ribbons. They wore the same shade of lipstick and nail varnish. They looked just stunning.

"Hi, mommy," they said in unison.

"What do you think?" asked Kelly-Ann.

"I think I’ve got the prettiest and cutest daughters in the whole city," I said proudly. Now let’s sit down for lunch."

"I hope it’s not too fattening, mommy," said Kelly-Ann. "Girls like us have to watch our figures."

‘They really are enjoying being Jodie and Kelly-Ann,’ I thought. ‘I wonder what will happen when the punishment ends.’

 

 

 

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