Sunday, October 24, 2010

A Few Notes About My First Story *Petticoat Memories*

I've been meaning to publish this story since the middle summer, but life has a funny way of constantly moving on.  The thing which kept me from publishing it was that I knew it needed a little editing, but never suspected all the work involved in that process.  Finally, a few days ago, I went through the story one last time, fixed what I thought needed fixing, today decided to publish it.  I guess no work ever feels complete, but I'm fairly happy with this first attempt at writing.

I've pieced these experiences together with the help of some of my submissives.  I wanted the story to have a genuine feel to it, from the male perspective, and I wanted the story to have a bit of heart.  I guess that's my reflection in the story.  Pure cruelty only goes so far in a story.  We're all humans with a need for a range of emotional experiences, not just leather, dungeons, and whipping.

I hope you enjoy this first story on this blog.  I have more that I'm working on, that I hope to publish soon.

Petticoat Memories - Chapter 1: An Angry Little Boy

Childhood was a confusing time. I don’t remember growing like a weed, I just grew. Perhaps that was the problem - I didn’t have a lot of instruction - but often was punished for my deviations in behavior. Instead of a steady boat ride down the river of life, I was an untrained driver in a speedboat, going any which way with my emotions, and this often caused problems with my parents. They often responded with quick and furious physical punishment, which I soon forgot hours after I received it, and I would return to my erratic ways.

My parents were too busy to raise me, and they didn’t seem to notice this until a visiting friend came over and witnessed one of my tantrums. My mom bought me a new lunch box, which I did not like.

“I don’t like it, I’m not using it!”

“Honey, we can’t take it back, you’ll just have to use this one, I’m sorry.”

As I argued, my frustration grew to anger. I knew I shouldn’t smash the lunch box, especially in front of company, but as I yelled, something in my inhibition gave way and my fists came down again and again, destroying it. I looked down at the tangle of metal, and knew I would be in trouble. I dreaded my punishment, but I always took it knowing that things would start anew – that was the routine. I did not know that my mother was probably embarrassed immensely in front of her friend.

Instead of judging, mother’s friend simply had a suggestion.

“There’s a lady – she lives in the country – who might be able to help with this problem. She worked with Emmanuelle’s son, and now he’s a perfect angel. If you’re open-minded, it just might work.”

The two ladies talked for hours, and as I unknowingly played in the other room, my fate had been sealed. That night, I was told that I was being sent away. The sheer horror of it, the feeling of abandonment I felt, made me cry and plead.

“I’ll be good; I promise! Please don’t send me away!”

“Chris, this is what’s best for you…for all of us. You’ll get used to it, you’ll see. And we’re not abandoning you; we’ll see you every weekend.”

I went through several bouts of emotions ranging from anger to silent sulking, however her mind was made up, and I was soon on my way out the door.

Chapter 2: Goodbye

The ride took several hours, and I stared out the window as we drove away from the city, wondering where I was going, until we pulled through the gate to a large house. It seemed a little out of place to be so far out in a rural setting. We rang the bell and were greeted by a pretty, yet serious looking young lady. Her name was Miss Samantha. As she talked, I curiously glanced from behind my mother’s legs at the lady who would now be a large part of my life. Her hair was dark and I remember noting that she wore shiny shoes. The rest of her outfit was no-nonsense: a tight black skirt and an effeminate white shirt.


“…okay, I just need you to sign these forms, and you’ll be all set Mrs. Manning.”

I tried one last chance, “Mommy, please don’t go! I’ll be good from now on I promise!”

Miss Samantha caught my gaze, “Yes you will young man, from this point on.”

I looked pleadingly back at my mother, who I could see was almost about to break. She wanted to come back and get her little boy.

“Don’t worry Miss Manning, he’s in good hands.”

I saw tears forming in my mother’s eyes, and she handed my suitcase to Miss Samantha.

I started to cry as my mom walked away. Miss Samantha put a soothing hand on my back and guided me in the house.

“It’ll be okay Chris.”

Chapter 3: A Rough Start

“Let’s get you settled in Chris. Since you’re probably filthy from that long, hot trip, I’ll run a bath for you. I want you to get in the bath, and I’ll be in to check on you in a minute. That will make you feel better – a good bath always does.”


“I’m ten years old; I don’t take baths anymore. I take showers. Baths are for babies.”

“Well today you’re going to take a bath,” her grip on my wrist tightened.

I was still a little uncomfortable with my surroundings, and Miss Samantha was very firm in what she said, so I acquiesced. I went upstairs, through a very dainty, feminine bedroom and looked at the bath. She had run a bubble bath; I rolled my eyes and got in. After a few minutes I started to relax. It actually did feel good.

When Miss Samantha came in, however, I acted like I was bored with this chore.

“Enjoying your bath?”

“No!” I lied.

“I’ve laid out some clean clothes on your bed, come down for your lesson when you’re finished.”

Embarrassed that she thought I liked the bath, I got out right away, dried myself on a fluffy, pink towel and opened the door. There on the bed were my clothes.

“Did she say, ‘your bed’?”

Surely this wasn’t going to be my room. When I went downstairs for my lesson, I asked, and she confirmed that this was to be my room.

“But it’s a girl’s room!”

“A room is a room, now quit arguing. Get dressed and come downstairs in five minutes. It’s time for your lesson.”

I dressed in the formal clothes she had laid out: a shirt, tie, and shiny shoes. I wondered what the special occasion was. It was only school. Confused, I got ready and headed downstairs to the living room table, where she was waiting for me to begin my lesson.

The lesson – I soon found out - wasn’t a school lesson, but rather an etiquette lesson. Miss Samantha began by teaching me how she wanted me to address her, how I should say “yes ma’am” to her questions, how I should sit, etc.

“Why do I have to do this? I never did this in school before.”

“If you don’t learn respect and manners now, you will continue making the same mistakes you’ve been making. I’m surprised you never learned these things. The reason I want you to learn respect is so you will approach your education seriously.”

I thought this was so stupid. Needless to say, I was resistant to her. We struggled in a battle of wills for hours. I refused to play along with her game, and she refused to let me get away with it. As a result of my stubbornness, I was sent to bed early with no supper.

I was a little shocked. I had always heard about this punishment, but it didn’t seem like a big deal. I was a little hungry from my long day, but I could wait until morning to eat again. She wasn’t going to get me with some punishment from 100 years ago. I walked up the stairs to my new room.

Inside the room I was bored. There was nothing to do. Everything was pink and frilly and started to get on my nerves. I kicked a few things, tore some of the canopy on the bed, and threw some pillows. This place sucked.

Soon the darkness covered the room and I went to sleep. The next day, I was scolded for what I had done to the room, and was made to clean it up. I made it difficult for her, but because of her persistence, I finally ended up cleaning the mess I had made during my tantrum.

“Who is this lady?” I thought. She wasn’t my mom, yet she wanted to tell me what to do. I was having a hard time accepting this situation.

My mom, however, was gone, and I was trapped in this place. I had to do what she told me to do – for now. I got dressed as ordered and headed downstairs to begin another lesson. Again, we started out day with the etiquette lessons. This was going to be another test of wills, and I was going to win. I thoroughly resisted her and everything she wanted me to do. After a few hours, I was sent to my room again with no supper.

Now I was more than a little hungry, although I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I needed something to take my mind off of my hunger, so I didn’t have to give in and ask her for food. I started looking around the room for something to do, but still there was really nothing for me to do. It wasn’t like my room at home which had all kinds of fun things.

I looked through the drawers and closets, but found nothing inside of them except a bunch of girly clothes. I wondered who had this room before. It was probably some girl who was sent here to learn respect like me. I wondered if Miss Samantha had done the same thing to her.

It was so early that it was still light outside, and I wasn’t sleepy at all. I lay on the bed for several hours, and since I was bored, I got up to look again in one of the drawers that caught my interest. Quietly I slid open the top drawer. I had seen girls’ underwear before, but never really looked at it up close. I told myself that I would probably need to know about this one day if I had a girlfriend. Curious, I pulled out a pair of satin panties. They were white with lace coving the elastic on the legs. There was a pink bow at the waist. I was fascinated with the feel and rubbed them against my cheek. They were so smooth. Just then, I heard Miss Samantha’s heels clicking as she walked down the hall. Hurriedly, I shoved the panties back, closed the drawer, and got on the bed. I heard her heels stop, and then keep on walking.

Chapter 4: Penance

I soon realized that no one was coming to rescue me from this place. Usually I could wait it out when I thought something was stupid, and people usually gave up, but now I was extremely hungry and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I was perturbed that she was having an impact on me with her little tactic, and for now she was now winning the game. As if further tease me, Miss Samantha made up delicious lasagna that morning and the smell was driving me wild.


“That smells really good ma’am.”

“Oh, how polite! I see you’re ready to start learning. Let’s start our lessons, and if you’re a good boy, you can have some for lunch.”

“I would really like some now, it smells good. I’m really hungry.”

“Should you tell me or ask me?”

“’I’m sorry…”

“Oh, and you’re apologizing…”

I felt a flash of anger, but continued, “Um, Can I have…”

“Keep the apology, and it’s ‘May I’”

“I’m sorry Miss Samantha, May I have some lasagna?”

“Excellent. Before you can have any lasagna, I want you to clean your room and take a bath. Then we’re going to review your lessons on behavior. If you’re good, I’ll let you have some of my delicious lasagna.”

I almost protested, but caught myself. Reluctantly, I turned around and did as asked, and after a few hours came down for my lesson. The lessons seemed to stretch on for a long time. She had me enter the room, ask to sit down, call her ma’am, and I learned all of the things she expected of me. I complied with her requests, smelling that yummy food baking in the next room, knowing that was my ultimate goal.

After repeating the same things again and again, it was time for my meal. It was delicious, and I was starving. I began to wolf it down, but Miss Samantha corrected me.

“Take smaller bites. Hold your knife and fork like this. You need to learn to eat politely too. I want you to take one bite now, chew it completely, and don’t take the next one until I tell you.”

It was hard to do, but I complied. When I asked for more, she replied with, “Let’s see how your behavior is for the rest of the day.”

At that point, I lost it. She couldn’t keep me from eating. I got up and yelled and let all my feelings out. When I was done, I saw her looking at me sternly.

“I see you haven’t learned anything at all today. Let’s see how tomorrow goes.”

She grabbed my arm and led me to my bedroom. It was only two o’clock, and I had to go to bed again? She shoved me in the room and closed the door.

Still hungry, I kicked a few things and beat my pillows. When my anger subsided, I realized that I had nothing to do and I was stuck in this boring room. I couldn’t just sit there, so I got up and explored. Once again, my mind turned to the panties in the drawer. I listened for Miss Samantha, and quietly, I pulled open the drawer. I pulled out the white pair of panties I had touched the other night, but then kept exploring and found a yellow pair with bows, a pink pair that was all frills, and many other strange, luxurious mysteries.

As I examined them, I wondered about how girls wore them. I don’t know why, but I was curious. I knew I shouldn’t, but I was bored. With my heart beating, I removed my pants and put my legs in the dainty panties and pulled them up. As they slid up my body, there was a shiver of softness from the silk. My body came to life, and I was confused, but it felt so good. I looked at myself in the mirror, and touched the soft bows and lace with my finger. I imagined that this is how a girl looked.

I was mesmerized by the image, but I knew I would have heard Miss Samantha’s heels on the floor if she was approaching. The next thing I knew, however, was that the door flung open, and Miss Samantha was there looking at me accusingly. I scrambled to cover myself with a sheet, but it was obvious I was caught. The panty drawer was open, and there were panties scattered about.

“So that’s what you’ve been doing up here!”

“No Miss Samantha, I was just bored and I….”

She pulled back the sheet, “And look, you’re wearing panties too?”

“I wasn’t...I mean…”

Her gaze froze me in my lies, and I was lost for words.

“Well all along your problem was that you liked wearing panties. I never would have guessed. We’ll have to tell your mother about this. I’m going to call her right now.”

“No, I was just…I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m sorry.”

I started taking the panties off.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll put them back in the drawer.”

“You’ll do no such thing. You’re keeping those panties on for tonight and all of tomorrow to teach you a lesson.”

Now my embarrassment turned to a quick anger.

“But I’m a boy, boys don’t wear panties!”

“Well apparently you do.”

“I…I was just…”

“Put those panties on right now or you’re going to be in even more trouble.”

“No!”

And with that, she firmly pulled the panties up my legs again. I tried pulling them down, and she kept pulling them up. They were going to stay there if she had anything to say about it.

“Keep fighting me, and I’ll put you in a nightie too.”

I didn’t care about her threat and finally was able to take them off and throw them. With that, Miss Samantha went to the wardrobe, and picked out a fluffy satin and chiffon nightie and laid it on the bed. Calmly, she retrieved the panties and ordered me to put them on.

“No!” I said. I was going to fight this battle to the bitter end.

She grabbed me, and I tried struggling and kicking, but she was strong and used her weight to hold me down. She pinned me down on the bed, and soon I felt the panties sliding back up my waist. I felt a shiver of mortification, because I knew couldn’t fight it. It was really happening. Still holding me tightly so I couldn’t get away, she grabbed the babydoll nightie and by sheer will, slid it over my head. I struggled and fought, but the battle was soon lost. Miss Samantha grabbed my wrists and brought me before the mirror.

“You’re going to wear this all night tonight young man! Do you understand?”

I wanted to cry and started to kick and bite and yell. As a result of that bad behavior, Miss Samantha lifted up my nightie, took down my panties, bent me over the bed, and gave me the most severe, long spanking I have ever received in my life. I was crying my eyes out. It wasn’t completely about the pain initially, rather it was the fact that she was stating her will, and I was helpless to do anything about it. All the emotions from that week came out of me in that instant. I let go in a torrent of confusion and anger.

“Are you going to wear your panties tonight, like I said?”

“No, you stupid bitch!”

She would steadily spank me, while saying things like, “You’re going to wear these panties whether you like it or not.”

After a few, steady spankings, my ass hurt and my will was completely gone. I couldn’t take another swat.

”Are you going to wear the panties tonight like I asked?” she asked for the fifth time.

“Yes,” I finally mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Miss Samantha.”

“You’re going to do what?”

“Wear the panties,” tears dripped down my face.

“Are you going to thank me?”

I was shocked. Thank her? But I couldn’t fight anymore. I was compliant to anything she said now. That thought released a feeling in my brain.

“Thank you…” I said.

“For what?”

“For letting me wear the pretty panties…” I didn’t say it too enthusiastically.

She laughed, “I meant for teaching you good behavior.”

“Oh,” I said embarrassed.

“Okay, now I want you to go to bed.”

She must have anticipated that I was going to take the clothes off as soon as she left, because she put her arm around me and waited for me to go to sleep. She had won. I spent the night in panties like a girl.

Chapter 5: New Dress

The next day, when I awoke, I was ashamed to see myself in the nightie. I had forgotten about it in my sleep, but I was instantly reminded of what had transpired the night before. Quickly I took it off everything as if it repulsed me, but I soon discovered that I had no clothes to wear. All my clothes were missing. Wrapping myself in a sheet, I went downstairs and demanded that my clothes be returned.


“Where are your panties?”

“I’m not wearing those anymore.”

“Remember when you promised to wear the panties all day today?”

“Well…I don’t think I want to.”

“Oh you’re not?” just her glance made my sore ass sting again.

“Let me show you something.”

She opened her computer and showed me a video of me playing with the panties and putting the panties on. She had been recording me in the room the whole time!

“You…you can’t do that!”

“It’s part of the house rules and it’s in the contract your mother signed. Now unless you want your parents to see this video when they come, I suggest you be good from now on. You’re going to do whatever I say. Now, go back upstairs and put your panties on.”

There was nothing I could do. I went back upstairs and did as I was ordered. I was mortified that I had no other choice than to wear frilly panties for the rest of the day. Miss Samantha came up to check on me.

“Good, your panties look pretty. Now let’s get you in a nice dress and you can begin cleaning.”

That made me cringe. There was never any agreement about a dress.

She went over to the closet and pulled out a short pink girly dress with lots of satin and ruffles and bows.

“But…you never said anything about a dress.”

“I didn’t. But I started thinking that because you were so disrespectful a few minutes ago, you are going to wear this along with your panties while you clean today. Maybe this will help you learn some respect.”

“There’s…there’s no way…”

“Stall all you want. Your parents are coming at noon, and you must wear this dress while doing your chores. It’s really up to you, but your parents are coming soon…”

There’s really nothing I could do. I knew the consequences of disobeying her. Until I could get a hold of that video file, I needed to play along with her game.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll wear the dress.”

“Now let’s get you some proper undergarments. Let’s see, you’ll need a camisole…” she went to the drawers and pulled out a silk camisole with a tiny pink bow at the neck, “Hold up your arms,” she said and the silk cascaded down my chest making me feel weird.

I looked at the tiny straps with lace which touched my shoulders. It looked so strange and dainty. Next I was fitted with a petticoat. It was soft but firm and had many layers of ruffles flowing from my waist. This was the girliest thing I had ever seen. I looked like a ballerina. Finally the silky, pink dress was slipped over my head. It looked like something made for a princess. When she had finished tugging it down in place, she zipped me up from the back. I suddenly realized that I would need her help to get out of this outfit; I couldn’t get out of it myself. In the mirror I saw myself and was shocked. It was my face, but everything else looked like the girls at school when I had seen them at birthday parties. Immediately I knew I wanted to follow her orders so I could get out of this outfit.

I was led to kitchen and told to clean. Everything needed to be spotless before my parents arrived. I had three hours - I never wanted to clean more in my whole life.

“Now don’t get your dress dirty, and don’t get all sweaty, it’s not very lady-like”

I set about cleaning – I wanted to get this done – but every now and then I’d feel my petticoat bump into something or feel a breeze against my panties, and I would stop and ponder it for a second. It felt kind of…different, but I’d quickly push that thought out of my head because it was bad.

When I was all finished, I asked Miss Samantha to inspect my work.

“A young lady must curtsey when she asks,” and I was instructed how to do this, and did it to her satisfaction. Time was ticking.

“Yes it all looks good except for that spot on the floor.”

I was instructed to scrub a few stains by the stove. As I did I heard some giggling and looked around to see a young girl around my age looking at me with a smile.

“Nice panties,” she said.

I turned beet red and felt the urge to flee. Who was this strange girl? Just then Miss Samantha came in the kitchen to explain.

“Oh I see you’ve met my niece Tabitha,” stunned for words, I just stood there silently, until Miss Samantha said, “Why don’t you curtsey for the young lady?” still in shock, I just did as she asked, “He’s my new pupil. He likes to wear panties and dresses, don’t you Chris?”

Time was ticking until my parents came. I needed to end this.

“Yes”

“Interesting,” said Tabitha, and she snapped a picture of me with her cell phone.

“Hey!” I lunged for her phone, but was quickly reprimanded my Miss Samantha.

“That’s not very ladylike. Now Tabitha, he’s a little shy about his secret, so don’t show that to anyone for now,” I felt relieved, “but since you know his secret now, maybe you can come over and teach him more about being a young lady one of these days?”

What was she talking about?

“Now Chris, run upstairs and take a bath before your parents get here. I’ll be up to help you in a second.”

I rushed upstairs and wondered what was taking her so long. My parents would be her any second. Finally, I heard her footsteps as she came up the stairs, and was excited to be released from my dress.

“Oh, these are so dirty. Let’s get these in the hamper and I’ll show you how to clean your panties and camisole tonight.”

She kept using the word “your”, and it irritated me.

I got in the bath, and she scrubbed me clean, dried me with a towel, and covered me with some sweet smelling powder. When we went in the bedroom, there on the bed was a new pair of panties. They were pink with an abundance of ruffles all the way around.

“But you said after I cleaned up…”

“I said you were going to wear panties last night and today. This is still today isn’t it?”

“But that’s not fair. I’m not wearing these in front of my parents.”

“Well, you can secretly wear these under your pants while you visit with your parents, or I can publically show them what you like to do with my little video.”

“But I don’t like to wear them!” she just stared at me, and I knew I had a decision to make. Time was ticking away, and through the window I could see a car pulling up, “Fine!” I yelled and slid the new panties up my legs, putting my boys’ clothes over the top. The panties gave my pants a strange puff, but I didn’t have time to think, and went downstairs led by Miss Samantha’s hand.

Tabitha had answered the door, and my parents were just coming in the house as I descended the stairs. They were glad to see me, and they commented on how good my behavior was that day. The truth was I was constantly thinking about the panties, and was scared that they would find out. When asked about Miss Samantha, I saw her look into my eyes, and I only said the nicest things about her.

“So do you like it here?”

“Yes”

“And are you learning a lot?”

“Um…yes”

I saw a brief smile on her face and the anger rose up inside me. I flashed her look, and she responded, “I think he knows that I will take his pants down right here and spank him in front of you if he misbehaves…”, and I was immediately put in my place. My parents saw how much control she had over me and were amazed.

They talked a while and had some tea. Of course I was made to serve it and take it away.

“I will say Miss Summers, you must be doing something right. He would never do this at home.”

Satisfied that I was doing well and learning to improve my behavior, my parents prepared to leave. My mom gave me hug before she left. As she patted me, her hand felt the springiness of the ruffled panties, and I could see a puzzled look on her face.

“You look like you’re doing okay, so we’re going to go now honey. You do what Miss Samantha tells you to do.”

As the car left, I felt like I was being left behind in a place I did not understand. I wanted to scream and beg for them to take me back, but I knew it would do no good. I was stuck here and I didn’t know what to do about it. It was a helpless feeling.

Chapter 6: Freedom…Sort of

I wore the panties all day like Miss Samantha asked. That night, as I prepared for bed, I asked for my boy clothes.


“I said all day. It’s only six o’clock.”

I tried to stay up until midnight, but fell asleep and woke up in the panties. Miss Samantha came in the room suddenly.

“Hurry up, we’re late. Oh I see you’re still wearing your panties. You must like them,” before I could reply, she handed me some of my clothes and said, “Put these on, we have to go.”

I tried taking off my frilly panties, but she said, “Keep them on, since you like them so much.”

“No! I’m sick of this!”

She swooped down upon me like a hawk, flipped me around, pulled my ruffled panties down to my ankles, and proceeded to whip my bottom with a hairbrush that was sitting on the table. Her words were in rhythm with the spanking.”

“We-don’t-have-time-for-this. You-will-learn-to-obey-me-do-you-understand?”

I squirmed and tried to get away, but she held me down.

“Do you understand?”

A few more swats to my bottom made me give in, in tears.

“Yes ma’am”

“Yes ma’am what?”

“I’ll wear my panties”

“Like a good little girl?”

“Yes, like a good little girl”

“Now, because you’ve been bad, you will have to be punished. I was saving this for later, but I think today you’ll start wearing your school uniform.”

From a drawer, she pulled out a small plaid skirt. It was green with hints of blue and red in it.

“That’s…that’s a skirt!”

“It’s called a kilt. Lots of men wear them. Now put it on, we don’t have time.”

I hesitated, and she reached around behind me and gave me a few more stinging swats on already throbbing bottom. Instantly, I pulled up my ruffled panties and stepped into my kilt. She paired the skirt with a white oxford and luckily made me wear my own dress shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I could see that the ruffled panties made my kilt bulge out a bit. It made me a bit self conscious. I didn’t have time to dawdle, however, as I was quickly ushered into the car and was off to…a party.

Chapter 7: Pretty Party

The party was for a girl who was around my age. Her name was Brittany. Miss Samantha handed me a present, and told to give it to the birthday girl. Miss Samantha introduced me to her friends and some of their daughters who were hanging around their mothers.


“This is Chris, he’s my new student,” all eyes seemed to be burning holes through me, questioning my wardrobe without uttering a word, and it made me nervous, “Now go give Brittany her present,” Miss Samantha ushered me away from the safety of her side.

Sheepishly, I did as instructed and walked toward the birthday girl.

“Why are you wearing a skirt?” she said in a judgmental tone looking down at my legs then directly into my eyes.

“It’s not a skirt, it’s a kilt. It’s what Scottish boys wear,” I countered with some vehemence.

“Are you Scottish?”

“No, it’s my…uniform.”

“Whatever,” she replied in a tone that seemed to buy my story a little bit, “It still looks like a skirt to me,” and she ran off to be with her guests, not wanting to be bothered with the boy in the skirt anymore.

After my initial introductions, it didn’t seem like I fit in with a lot of the kids, so I just moused around the periphery of the party. Trying not to seem too much like an outcast, I busied myself getting drinks or food, and walking to the less crowded corners of the property, feigning interest in things like the swimming pool or garden. As my mind wandered looking at the ripples in the water of the pool, a girl came up to me excitedly and said,

“Come on, we’re going to play a game!”

I turned around to look at her. She was pretty, with green eyes, and dark brown hair.

“Oh…you’re a boy.”

“It’s called a kilt. It’s my uniform for school. “

“Oh…well we’re playing a game for prizes if you want…in the clubhouse. Over there,” she pointed and ran away.

I don’t know if it was her sweet invitation, her smile, or the fact that I was kind of lonely for interaction with people my own age, but I decided to toss my last pebble in the pool and make my way to see what was going on in the clubhouse. At first, I looked on from the periphery and watched the game they were playing. It was obviously something that only interested the girls because no boys were even near this game. The boys were far away in the field behind the house throwing a ball around. Obviously I did not want to be around them in a skirt, so this felt a bit safer.

The girls sat on the ground in a circle. The game consisted of rolling five large novelty dice to meet certain requirements like “fives” or “pairs”. Each time, a few girls lost and were eliminated from the game. The last remaining girl in the game won a prize that Brittany pulled out of a decorative bag.

As I watched the first game come to a close, I was convinced to participate in the next game by the girl with the pretty eyes. I was hesitant, and pulled my kilt down to my knees as much as possible. Brittany introduced me to the girls at the game. The dark-haired girl – her name was Alexus - smiled at me. As the game began, I rolled the dice out of mere obligation, and wanted to be finished with the game. Soon, though, I was winning round after round. I was lost in the thrill of competition; all my anxieties melted away, and I was a kid having fun.

It was down to the last round. It was just the girl with freckles and me. I was handed the dice for my turn, but one of them happened to slip away from me. Instinctively and not thinking, I turned to reach for it, forgetting that I was wearing my kilt. All of a sudden I heard a gasp, and fear gripped me. Not looking back at them for a second, I hoped it wasn’t so, until I heard the girls giggling.

“Oh my god, are you wearing panties?” yelled one of the girls.

“I saw them too! They had pink ruffles.”

“I thought I was seeing something, but I saw it too!”

“Let’s see them!” yelled the freckled girl, and they all encircled me. I felt trapped in that clubhouse, and wanted to run away but I couldn’t. There were at least ten girls blocking the exit.

“I’m not wearing panties! That’s my…my…um…”

“Quit lying. We know what we saw.”

“It’s probably just a sock that got stuck or something,” was as good as I could come up with at the moment.

“We’re girls. We know what we saw. Now show them to us.”

“No,” I instinctively clutched my kilt by the sides, but this just signaled for them to start pulling up the skirt themselves. With so many hands working against me, I felt my skirt being lifted, and felt the air on my legs as my panties were exposed.

“Oh my god, he is! Look!” all the girls came in for a closer look.

“They’re so frilly!” one of the girls touched the ruffles with her fingertips.

“He’s really wearing girls’ panties! Oh my god!”

“I knew that wasn’t a kilt!”

They’re hands and eyes were everywhere, and I couldn’t break free. I thought it would have to end soon, and I would just go hide for the rest of the party. A few girls were whispering in the back, and then heard an announcement.

“Bring him up to my room,” said Brittany, “I want to play with him. This is much better than that stupid dice game.”

A few girls held my arms, and I struggled to break free, but was given a strong reprimand whispered in my ear.

“If you don’t do what we say, we’ll show your panties to everyone at this party. We’ll pull your skirt up in front of everyone.”

I stopped fighting out of fear that they would do it. We emerged from the clubhouse, and the day seemed calm. The sun was out, the adults talked and ate cake on the green lawn, and the boys were off playing football, but I was a hostage, and my head was pounding with stress. No one seemed to notice me being led away.

“Brittany, where are you girls going?”

A shiver went up my spine.

“I want to show them something in the house.”

“That’s fine dear, but don’t neglect your other guests.”

“I won’t.”

That was my last chance to get out of their clutches. These seemingly innocent girls marched me up to Brittany’s room, and I dreaded what was going to happen next.

Chapter 8: A New Mistress

Brittany was the leader, and it wasn’t just because it was her birthday. The girls seemed to always follow her lead. At her word, I was stripped of my kilt, and pushed into the center of the room and presented before her. I was standing before a group of girls almost naked besides my pink, ruffled panties. I compensated by trying to cover myself with my hands.


“So tell me Chris…what kind of boy comes to a girl’s birthday party wearing panties and a skirt?”

She seemed genuinely curious, and I figured the truth was better than any lie I could make up.

“I…I…Miss Samantha makes me wear them.”

My head was bowed in shame.

“Makes you?”

“To punish me…”

“Interesting…” it seemed this sparked a thought in her head that she needed to ponder for a second, “Do you like wearing them?”

“No!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Well then why are you wearing them?”

“I told you, she makes me.”

“So do you wear panties all the time under your clothes?”

“No, I just started wearing them a few days ago.”

“Oh, you just started…so that means you’re going to continue to wear panties?”

“No...I don’t know. It all depends on if I’m good or not,” I said ashamedly.

Suddenly there was a little vindictive tone in her voice.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Good for you?”

She was just like Miss Samantha.

“It’s my birthday today, and I want you to be good for me today. That is if your ever want to get your clothes back. Now do you want to be good for me today?”

“What do you mean ‘be good for you’?”

“I mean are you going to do everything that I tell you to do today?”

“I don’t know…I guess. If that’s what you want.”

“I want you to do as a special present to me for my birthday. Is that something you want to do?”

“Uh, sure, if that’s what you want. I guess it is your birthday”

“We’re going to play a little game. I’m the princess and I want you to be my servant for the rest of the day. That’ll be your special present to me today. If you’re good, we’ll give you your clothes back, and we won’t say a thing to anyone. If you’re not, then there will be consequences. Is that something you think you can do to be good for me?”

“Okay Brittany, you’ve had your fun, now please let me go. I won’t bother you again.”

“I haven’t even begun to have fun, now are you going to be my servant, or are you going to be a bad little boy, and have to face the consequences?”

She looked out the window at the boys playing in the field.

“Okay,” I sighed, “if that’s what you want. I’ll be your servant Brittany.”

“Good,” she smiled smugly, “Help me out. Since you are going to be my servant, tell me, what does a servant call the person she’s serving?”

“I don’t know…ma’am, I guess.”

“I like that – ma’am. Repeat your agreement, but add the word ma’am. I want to hear how it sounds.”

“Yes, I’ll be your servant…ma’am”

She smiled and clapped her hands in a delighted manner.

“I like that. Now the first thing we need to do is to get you dressed properly. A servant doesn’t walk around in just a pair of pink panties, does she?”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No… ma’am”

The girls giggled at her control over me. At her request, they began looking through the drawers and closets. They picked out various items for me to wear, and there was an intense discussion about which one was the cutest outfit for me. They held the various combinations up against my chest until my choice of clothes was decided.

“These are my clothes that you are going to wear. Do you feel honored to be wearing my clothes?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Well, to show your respect, I need you to thank me for each item that we give you to wear. We’ll let you wear your own panties since you seem to like them so much.”

I was so glad I didn’t have to get naked in front of all the girls. I felt naked enough standing there in only my panties.

The first item they presented me with was a training bra.

“This is your training bra. You’ll need this for modesty covering your young breasts.”

There was a bunch of giggling from the girls in the room.

“Thank you for my training bra.”

“Now kiss the training bra. Kiss my shoes, and kiss the shoes of the girls who helped you put on your bra, thanking them for their help.”

I did as instructed. I kissed the bra several times, and knelt down in front of Mistress Brittany. The whole room seemed to go silent anticipating whether I was going to kiss her feet.

I grabbed her foot and looked into her eyes. In a bossy tone, she ordered me to begin kissing her shoes.

“What are you waiting for? I said kiss my shoes.”

My lips touched the patent leather of her shoes, and a smile came to her lips.

“Good, now keep kissing until I tell you to stop.”

I kissed her shoes again and again and soon became accustomed to being at her feet. It was humiliating, but I wanted to get this over, and once I started kissing them it didn’t seem so bad.

“You are now my slave. Say it.”

“I am now your slave.”

“By kissing my feet, you will always be beneath me.”

She really wanted to make me feel bad. I felt sorry for her friends.

“By kissing your feet I will always be beneath you.”

“I will be your slave forever.”

“I will be your slave forever.”

“Good, now go kiss the feet of the girls who helped you with your bra. You will call them ma’am too and thank them for their help.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I went and kissed the other girls’ feet too. They were intrigued and giggled as I got down to their feet and kissed them. They seemed fascinated at their power over me. For each girl, I had to repeat my oath of servitude and status.

“Now you’re going to have to earn each article of clothing that we give you. If you don’t earn it, you will be forced to go back to the party in your bra and panties. Remember if you don’t do as we say, you will not get your clothes back. Do you understand?”

I looked around, heart beating. I was at her mercy in a bra and panties.

“Yes ma’am”

“Good. Now since my clothes are a mess from finding you an outfit, you will have to fold and organize them again. Let’s start with the camisoles and panties.”

I was instructed how to fold and organize each article of her clothing. I actually liked looking at all her panties. It might have been a little nicer in different circumstances though. When I was done, I presented them for inspection. They were not done correctly, so she dumped out the drawer, and I had to begin again until I completed it to her satisfaction.

“Good, now you have earned the right to wear my camisole.”

The camisole was nylon with dainty lace and wide straps. Two girls placed it over my head. Again, I had to kiss it and swear an oath to the girls who put it on me.

“Now, if you would like a slip, you need to clean and organize my shoes...”

In due time, I had earned a slip, stockings, shoes and a dress. Alexus helped me with the pink satin party dress. It had lace and puffy sleeves. When it was time to worship her feet, I was actually happy.

The girls twirled me around and looked at their handiwork.

“Now you will serve us cake and drinks.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well…go get it.”

“Where?”

“Downstairs”

I panicked, “No way!”

“You have no choice. Now you can do your best to get us cake, or we can drag you downstairs in this dress for everyone to see. It’s your choice.”

There were eight girls, so that meant at least eight trips down the stairs and back. I tentatively opened the door and looked down the hall. There was nobody there. Suddenly, I felt a push from behind, and heard the door lock.

“Don’t come back without any cake,” they said from behind the door followed by some more giggling.

Now I was stuck in the hall of a strange house all by myself in a dress and panties. I had no choice but to get the cake. I navigated the hallway stealthily, and quickly ducked in and out of different doorways whenever I heard a voice. The cake was in the family room, which seemed to always have at least one person in it. Whenever I was ready for one person to leave, another would enter. After what seemed like forever, it was finally clear. As I spied from around the corner to make sure it was really okay to make my move, I decided to take my chance. Quickly I grabbed eight pieces of cake, eight forks, and eight drinks; and put them in a sewing room that no one was using nearby. That way I wouldn’t have to go back again and again. On the last trip, I heard a voice from behind me.

“Whenever I see you, you are in a dress.”

I spun around, heart beating, and saw Tabitha snapping another picture of me with her phone.

“You don’t understand.”

“Oh, I think I do,” she said smugly and walked off into the other room, “Have fun playing with my sister.”

Sister? I didn’t have time to ponder. I found a tray and made my escape with the cake back to Brittany’s room. There I was instructed by Brittany on how to serve ladies. I was to give each girl a piece of cake and curtsey. While the girls ate, several ideas were tossed around. Some were very silly, and others were incredibly mean.

“Let’s make him eat a bug.”

“No, let’s grab him and make him sing a song in front of everyone.”

Brittany, however, overruled everyone and said, “We’ll have all kinds of time to play with him in the future. For now, let’s enjoy eating our cake.”

I was instructed to kneel at Brittany’s feet, and hold her drink and napkin. The other girls seemed to approve and envy her command over me. When she was finished with her cake, she placed the plate on the floor.

“I guess it’s your turn for cake now.”

“Really?”

She stepped on the remaining cake and icing, and it squished under her shoe.

“You know what to do, don’t you slave?”

“No.”

“Eat your cake.”

“I can’t do that…”

“Do we have to go over this again? You have no choice. Say it with me.”

“I have no choice.”

“Good, now I’m letting you enjoy my party, so join in and eat your cake.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“When you finish, how should my shoes look?”

“Clean ma’am?”

“Why?”

“I have no choice.”

“And the fact that I’m your princess, right?”

“Yes ma’am. You are my princess.”

“Enjoy your cake, and there better not be one crumb left on my shoe when I inspect them.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I licked every bit of cake from her shoe until it was as clean as the day that she bought it. Suddenly I heard a call from below.

“Brittany, is Chris up there with you?”

“Yes, we’re playing a game,” she called back.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and I got up to hide.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she laughed.

The door opened, and her mom was there.

“Honey, your aunt wants to take him home…where is he?”

“He’s right here,” she pointed at me trying to hide in the corner, “we’re playing dress-up.”

“Why, don’t you look pretty?” I tried to hide inside myself as she stared at me, “Aw, it’s okay, don’t be shy…Samantha, he’s in here!”

Miss Samantha came in and smiled, “Having a good time with the girls I see.”

I didn’t even have any excuse to give. I didn’t know what to say. I just wanted to find my clothes and leave.

“Chris, where are your clothes?”

“We put them down in the basement,” one of the girls replied.

“Why did you do that?” Brittany’s mom asked.

The girls looked to Brittany for an answer, and she thought up an excuse.

“We caught him up here putting on my panties, so I thought we’d teach him a lesson.”

“You were playing with my daughter’s panties and wearing them?” Brittany’s mother turned to me angrily.

“No...I was just…”

“He even has his own pair of panties on that he wore here,” and with that, she pulled up my dress to show my pink, ruffled panties. I tried struggling, but Miss Samantha ordered me to let her see them.

“Let go of your dress, so my sister can see your panties,” I did as instructed, and Mrs. Jones took a long look at the panties that everyone now knew I was wearing, “Yes, I also caught him sneaking through my drawers and trying on little girls’ panties at my house,” said Miss Samantha and all the girls started giggling, “ I thought I’d teach him a lesson and make him wear panties today, but I guess he hasn’t learned his lesson yet.”

“Well it just makes me mad that he was going through my daughter’s things like that.”

“If you feel that way, then you should probably teach him a lesson the way that I do.”

“How’s that?” asked Brittany’s mother.

“Spank him,” said Miss Samantha, “He’s so hard-headed that’s the only thing that gets his attention.”

“I don’t want to spank him, but he really needs to learn not to go into other girls’ panty drawers,” she turned to me, “If you apologize right now young man to both Brittany and me for breaking our trust then I’ll accept your apology.”

“But I didn’t do it.”

“Young man, don’t try my patience. Clearly you have done this before, and now you’ve broken our trust. We invited you into our house, and you’ve gone through my daughter’s most intimate things and you’re standing here lying to me. Look at all these witnesses. You all saw him, didn’t you girls?”

All the girls nodded in agreement.

“But I didn’t do it. They’re all lying.”

Angered, Brittany’s mom took me by the neck and ordered me to grab my ankles. She pulled down my panties. My ass was already sore from earlier, and the pain now was a lot worse.

“I’m sorry I have to do this, but you leave me no choice.”

“Please, you have to believe me!”

“I want you to say, ‘I won’t go into girls’ panty drawers without asking.’”

“But I didn’t…”

Smack, smack, smack.

“Say you’re sorry for wearing my daughter’s panties.”

“But…”

Smack, smack, smack. The pain was throbbing from the spankings I had taken earlier. I had to confess to something I didn’t do, but only tears started coming out. Part of it was the pain, and part was the fact that I was in front of a group of girls, in a dress, confessing to sneaking into her panties.

“Say you’re sorry for wearing my daughter’s panties.”

I couldn’t stick to my principles any longer.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for wearing her panties. I’m sorry!”

I broke down into sobs on the bed. I felt ashamed, bent over the bed with my panties at my knees crying in front of a group of girls amused at my shame. I confessed to it all, and by my own words, I characterized myself as someone who liked to secretly sneak into girls’ rooms and put on their panties.

“Okay, well I’m glad you admit it and that you’re sorry. I’m sorry that it had to come to this.”

She stopped spanking me, a put an assuring hand on my back.

“Now pull up your panties, and get yourself together, you need to leave.”

I pulled up my panties, and rubbed my eyes.

“Apologize to Brittany too,” said Miss Samantha.

I was so broken at that point that I gave a sincere apology.

“I’m sorry for wearing your panties Brittany,”

“That’s okay,” she gave me the same sympathy her mother had given me, “you just need to realize that you can’t do that anymore. If you like panties so much, maybe you can get your own.”

I wanted to hit her for that, but I just wanted it all to end so I could leave this awful place.

“I’m sorry Belinda,” Miss Samantha said to her sister, “He won’t come over again until he learns his lesson.”

“Since he likes wearing panties and dressing up so much, maybe he can come over again next week for my slumber party,” said Brittany, “We’ll all be in our panties and nighties. He can join us.”

“Well that sounds like a great idea,” said Miss Samantha, “If you don’t mind Belinda.”

“No, I think that would love to see him again, as long as he promises to keep his hands off of little girls’ panties.”

“Do you promise?” Miss Samantha demanded.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Okay, it’s settled. We’ll get him his own panties so he won’t be tempted, but before we go I think Chris wants to help clean in here before he leaves.”

“Oh he was helping to clean before you came up,” said Brittany.

“That’s wonderful. I guess you weren’t all bad today.”

“He said he likes cleaning in his dress,” Brittany said.

“Great,” I thought, “That’s all Miss Samantha needs to hear.”

“Maybe a good dress is all he needs to be a good boy,” she mused.

I was forced to clean up the room, and bring the plates downstairs before we could finally go. Miss Samantha looked at her watch.

“We don’t have time to go get his clothes Belinda. The store closes in two hours. Can we come get them another day?”

“That’s fine, said Miss Samantha’s sister, “we’ll find his kilt and get it back to him soon. I don’t want him stealing someone’s skirt next,” she giggled.

“I have a feeling he might be getting a few of his own,” Miss Samantha said slyly, and I hoped she was just joking.

She led me by the hand through the party, and people looked at me strangely.

“What had happened to my normal life?” I wondered.

Chapter 9: Shopping

The store wasn’t very crowded, but I was led through there still wearing Brittany’s dress. My short hair probably gave me away, but I suppose to the casual observer, I could have passed for a girl – at least I hoped I did. Miss Samantha led me to the girls’ department and explained that we were here to find clothes for me.


“What do you mean?”

“I’ve decided that you will stay in dresses until you’ve learned your lesson.”

“But I don’t want to wear dresses.”

“Then why were you wearing Brittany’s panties”

“I wasn’t.”

“You are lying! You just admitted an hour ago that you were in her panty drawer.”

“I wasn’t in her panty drawer.”

“Well either you’re lying about being in there or you’re lying about not being in there. Either way, you’re lying.”

“But they made me…”

“It’s always someone else’s fault isn’t it? You never take responsibility for your actions. I saw you trying on those panties at my house. Am I lying?”

“No…it’s just…” I was defeated and tired of arguing. It was a losing battle.

“Because you continue to lie, and refuse to accept responsibility, I’m going to make you wear dresses for the rest of this week. Maybe as a girl you’ll learn to behave.”

“A week as a girl? But…I’m not a girl.”

“That’s what you are going to be for the rest of this week. Maybe this will finally satisfy your curiosity about girls’ underwear. Now quit stalling, and let’s pick some underwear and dresses for you. Oh, and you’ll also need an outfit for Brittany’s slumber party.”

I was led by the hand to a rack of panties and asked which ones I wanted.

“I don’t want any of them. I don’t know, just pick some,“ I huffed.

Miss Samantha said, “Fine,” and pulled me by the hand to the section with the frilliest panties there were, abundant with silk and bow, and lace, and ruffles.

“Let’s see, this is cute, and I know you like pink….” She held up all the panties and slips in front of me, then piled each item in my hand.

“Can’t I get something a little simpler?” I pleaded.

“Remember, you wanted me to pick them. You’re going to look so cute for Brittany’s slumber party in your ruffled panties.”

When it was time to bring some of our purchases to the sales counter, Miss Samantha had an excruciatingly long talk with the sales clerk about my size and daily needs.

“…so he needs outfits for every day, and of course some undies to match. Do you think this training bra will fit him?”

The sales lady didn’t seem to show much awkwardness at the situation, and went about her business in a professional manner. She smiled and touched my shoulder.

“Honey, I need you to step in the dressing room and take off your dress.”

I was glad to be out of the public eye, but I did not realize what was to come. I waited patiently in my bra and panties while the two ladies talked for several minutes. Soon the sales lady came in and measured me with a tape.

“He needs a size 6 for a training bra. Those panties, however, are generally for really young girls, so he’s probably wear a large in young girl panty size so that could fit him. Let’s have him try on a few pair on just to make sure.”

They put me in a changing room and several panties and bras were given to me. The first set was white satin with thick lace around the leg bands, and rows of lace across the bottom. The training bra had thin straps and little touches of lace around it. I peeked out the door and Miss Samantha pulled me out by my wrist.

“Come on, quit playing around.”

I was placed in front of three mirrors, and the women talked about the specifics of my fitting.

“Okay, I think that fits perfectly,” she guided her finger over the contours of my bra, “See how it cups his chest; it’ll give him room to grow into over the next few months. The panties,” she patted my ruffled behind and tugged at the elastic on my legs, “are so cute! They cover his buttocks completely, which is what you want in a pair of panties like this, and would go especially well with a shorter dress. With panties like this, you want to show off a bit of the ruffles to the world.”

I blushed at the words, and was ushered back into the changing room. This time I was given a white silk pair of pettipants with thick lace at the legs and a bra that matched it with a band of lace at the bottom. The silk did feel nice, but I didn’t want to be in this store anymore.

“The pettipants and bra would be something worn for more for a dressy occasion. He could wear the pettipants with a skirt, and wouldn’t have to wear a slip. Oh, there’s a camisole that would go great with this,” and she hurried across the sales floor to procure it.

As I was waiting, a girl and her mother walked by the room.

“Mommy, why is that boy wearing panties?” I flipped around and looked, and hoped she would go away, but she kept staring me like I was a freak, so I tried covering myself up with my hands.

Miss Samantha saw me and told me to put my hands down, “Go ahead and show her your new panties, “and talking to the little girl added, “Some little boys really likes wearing panties. We caught him wearing a pair of my niece’s panties today, so we decided to get him a pair of his own, so he wouldn’t stretch hers out.”

The mother showed a perplexed look, but the little girl kept staring and trying to process the information for what seemed like an hour. Finally, she said, “I like your panties,” and smiled and gave a warm laugh.

The sales lady came back with the camisole.

“This is from our Precious Princess line. It’s very pretty and soft.”

I looked over at the girl, who was giggling as they slipped the camisole over my head.

“See isn’t that adorable,” Miss Samantha and the sales lady admired their handiwork.

“Come on honey, let’s go,” the mother tugged at her daughter who reluctantly was pulled away, but kept trying to get a glimpse at me as she was going.

Since they had all the underwear I needed, it was time to try on the several dresses Miss Samantha picked out.

“This one’s very much for a little girl,” and I was put in a little girl’s party dress. It was baby blue, and barely covered my panties. It was satin and lace, and required a petticoat. The sleeves were puffy, and a white ribbon went around the waist.

They picked several other little girls’ dresses. The pink one was very short and had some had a lot more ruffles. I could barely keep my arms at my waist. For that dress, I had matching ruffled panties and a thin, pink bra, ruffled ankle socks and some patent leather Mary Janes.

The white one was a little less extravagant. It was cotton with thick shoulder straps and had a longer skirt, and a bow that tied high around my waist in the back. I got some matching knee socks, stockings, and pink shoes to go with it.

The sundress was floral and light. It was white and had pink straps that tied at the shoulder.

“You can wear this when I don’t want you to get your other dresses dirty.”

It was paired with my panties.

My head spun with the amount of clothes I went through. After a while, I just stood back and accepted it.

My final outfit was a pink satin dress, covered in chiffon, and adorned with white bows and trim. It too was short and required a petticoat. I was given a pair of white voluminous satin panties that gathered at the legs.

“Those panties are a little big because usually they need to puff out for a diaper, which we won’t need in this case.”

“Could we try it with a diaper?” Miss Samantha seemed intrigued.

“If that’s what you like,” said the sales lady a little perplexed, yet amused.

I felt myself glide away to another realm, as she returned holding the large diaper.

“We just happened to have one from the other day.”

I was laid back and diapered right there on the floor. The plastic tabs were pulled firm, and my panties were hoisted.

“Oh my gosh, doesn’t that look darling!”

I looked back in the mirror, and my panties bulged with the diaper beneath. Since the dress was so short, it was very noticeable.

There was also a small matching purse, and I was encouraged to hold it to help complete the outfit. As they were looking at me approvingly, Miss Samantha realized that she had forgotten something.

“Oh, we almost forgot about the nightie! Chris, go pick a nightie for your big slumber party next week.”

In my diaper and pink dress I waddled over towards the nightie section. My diaper crinkled as I walked.

“Chris, look in the Precious Princess section!” she called after me.

I looked at that rack, and everything was very feminine. Instead of fighting it anymore, I grabbed what I knew she wanted, because I didn’t want to spend any more time in this store. I got pretty, pink nightie with lot of ribbons, some matching panties and a pair of fuzzy slippers, and returned to the ladies.

“Oh, look at this, his first girly purchase! I think you did very well honey. Oh and the matching panties and slippers.”

Both ladies smiled at me in approval.

I smiled back because I wanted to leave the store and head for home.

Chapter 10: Diapered for Bed

Miss Samantha like the idea of diapers now, and bought a box of diapers for me on the way home. I was put in a diaper for bed, and wore it all the next day. I did not like the puffiness between my legs or the fact that it crinkled each time I moved. I attempted to fight her once on it, but a quick spanking had me choose the diaper.


I was dressed in a diaper for Brittany’s slumber party too much to my dismay. I was in my shortest dress with a diaper under my panties. I did not want to get out of the car.

“If you disobey me now, I will take your panties down in front of all those girls and give you a good spanking. And if I hear that you’ve done one thing to ruin that girl’s party, you’re really going to get it. Now march in there and have fun.”

I reluctantly waddled into the house to all the girls’ delight. Miss Samantha gave her sister an overnight bag with my nightgown, slippers, and a change of diapers.

Brittany was excited to see that I had come.

“Well if it isn’t the little panty thief.”

“Now Brittany,” scolded her mother, “he’s been punished for that. Why don’t you be a good hostess and introduce him to your little friends.”

I went around, and she introduced me to everyone, telling them that I was a boy who wore dresses. I was very self conscious about my panties showing, and held the back of my dress down. Most girls were confused and maybe a little curious. Others looked at me as if I were something dangerous. That made me feel the worst.

When it was time to go in the basement to play, we all changed into our nightgowns. I gingerly tried to sit in mine, but my diaper crinkled when I sat.

“What was that noise?” Brittany sensed that something was amiss.

“He made it,” one girl pointed at me accusingly.

“Okay,” said Brittany, “what was that? And why are your panties so puffy?”

“What was what?”

“Quit playing games.”

I unconsciously pulled my legs toward my body and pulled at the hem of my nightgown.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.”

As if there were no such thing as personal space, Brittany put her hand up my nightgown and touched my diaper making it crinkle.

“Oh my god, you’re wearing a diaper!”

All the girls’ eyes were drawn to me.

“Am not!”

“I can feel it right here. Look!”

All the girls were interested now and started giggling.

“So on top of wearing panties, you also wet your pants?”

“No. It’s part of the stupid punishment because you got me in trouble. Now I have to wear diapers.”

“And it’s not because you wet your pants?”

“No, I swear.”

“Well, I’m not going to argue, but I think you still wet your pants. I guess we’ll see.”

We played a few games, and the girls talked girl talk about which character from the story they were all reading was the cutest. I wasn’t interested so they tried to include me.

“Which one of them do you like the best Chris?”

“None of them. I’m a boy, remember?”

“You keep saying that sweetie,” said the girl with the blue nightgown, and they were all laughing.

After gossip time, they broke out the makeup and started putting it on each other. After everyone was done, I was the only fresh face there, and they all wanted a shot. It was my first makeover. They put eye shadow and lip-gloss on me and styled my hair with barrettes. They showed me my face in a mirror and I couldn’t believe it. Why was I here? Why did Brittany and Miss Samantha insist on making me into a girl? I touched the barrettes on my head.

“Don’t touch it. You’ll mess it up,” Brittany warned me and my hand immediately went down to my side.

Next, it was time for a movie. As I lay on the couch, Brittany kept patting the puffiness of my diaper.

“Quit it!” I said annoyed.

“Are you sure you don’t wet the bed?”

“Yes, now leave me alone, I want to watch this.”

Brittany and her friends didn’t seem to care about the movie, but I wanted to see how it ended. I saw them whispering, but as long as they left me alone I didn’t care.

“I’m going to get some soda,” said Brittany’s friend Allison, “Anybody else want one? Chris?”

“Yeah sure, thanks,” this was the first time someone had been nice to me all night.

I seemed to be offered a lot of beverages during the movie. When it was almost over, Brittany’s mom came down and told us we had to go to bed when the movie was over. When her mom went back upstairs, Brittany and Allison called me over to a pole in the basement.

“We’re going to put these friendship bracelets on you,”

“Hurry up, I have to go to the bathroom.”

They tied two ribbons around my wrists, showing them to me. It didn’t look like anything special.

“Don’t they look nice?”

“No.”

“Okay, now we’re going to see who’s the tallest. Stand up against the pole and we’ll measure you.”

Brittany gave a signal, and all the girls grabbed me and pushed me against the pole. Others, from behind, pulled at my arms and started tying my “bracelets” together. The next thing I knew, I was tied to the pole. I tried yanking my arms, but I was tied tightly.

“Come on Brittany, this isn’t funny.”

“It depends on how you look at it. I think it’s hilarious. Now, let’s see those panties.”

Brittany pulled up my nightgown and I started to yell. I wasn’t going to let her get away with this again. Startled, she took off her socks and shoved them in my mouth, holding them in place.

“Get something to keep these in his mouth!” she yelled and one of the girls took another ribbon and tied it around my head, holding the socks in my mouth.

My cries were muffled and I could taste her smelly feet. That was the least of my problems, because she started pulling down my panties to reveal my diaper.

“Oh my god, there’s his diaper!”

All the girls gathered ‘round and stared.

“Girls, that’s enough playing around,” Samantha’s mom called downstairs, “I know that movie is over with. Turn out the lights and go to bed.”

“Okay Mom,” and to me she added, “Sleep tight little baby,” and she turned off the light leaving me tied up in the dark in my diaper, and needing to go to the bathroom badly.

Chapter 11: Brittany’s Baby

With all the soda I drank, I really had to go to the bathroom that night, but I held it. I fell asleep, and the next morning, I was greeted with a mad urge to go. Brittany and her friends got up and made cereal and watched TV. They didn’t seem interested in me as they ate their cereal and watched cartoons, but afterward came over to inspect me, as if I were some sort of experiment they had forgotten about.


Since they were bored with TV, they wanted to play with the baby.

“I wish we could feed him a bottle.”

“My mom has some upstairs for my baby brother, I’ll go get it! What should we feed him?”

“Milk”

“Okay!”

Brittany ran upstairs and got a bottle for me. The girls took the socks from my mouth and forced the nipple in my mouth.

“Drink up little baby. If you don’t, I’m telling Aunt Samantha you were bad, baby.”

Besides this threat, my mouth was parched having her socks in my mouth all night. I took the nipple in my mouth and sucked.

“Oh my god, he’s doing it!” exclaimed one of the girls.

“Let me try!”

They all took turns feeding me, and my bladder was ready to explode. I didn’t let them know that though.

“Let’s put some baby clothes on him!”

“My mom has a whole bunch back in this room. I bet there’s a bonnet that would fit him.”

“Can we find some booties for him too?”

As the girls disappeared in the other room searching for more ways to baby me, my struggling bowels finally couldn’t hold it anymore. They gave way. All that liquid had loosened up everything I had inside, and I felt everything filling my diaper all at once. It was extremely embarrassing, but the relief felt wonderful. Just as the girls came back, they got a funny look on their faces.

“What’s that smell?”

“Do you have a dog?”

“Eeew, I think it’s him.”

One girl got closer and sniffed.

“Gross, it is him.”

“I told you he went in his diapers. Why do you think he wears them?”

They didn’t seem to know what to do with me, when all of a sudden Brittany’s mom called down.

“Sandy, Priiscilla, Chris, your rides are here!”

The girls looked nervous, and quickly untied me. Just as I was getting up, I saw her mom’s feet descending the stairs.

“Girls, come on, your mothers are here.”

“Okay Mrs. Summers,” they said innocently.

“What’s that smell?” she crinkled her nose, “Something down here stinks.”

“We don’t know, we smell it too.”

“Come on Chris,” she put her hand on me, “Your aunt is upstairs.”

As she was walking me upstairs I saw her sniff the air behind me. Miss Samantha met us at the top of the stairs, and I heard the two women whispering.

“You can take him in the baby’s room.”

Miss Samantha whisked me by the hand toward the baby’s room and looked at me accusingly.

“Did you go in your diapers last night?”

“It wasn’t my fault. Brittany made me.”

“Again with the blaming. How is she going to make you go in a diaper?”

She pulled down my diaper and looked astonished.

“Look at this mess!”

“It wasn’t my fault!”

Before I knew it, she had placed a towel on the floor and was cleaning me up with a wet wipe. Brittany and her friends had found their way upstairs and were peeking in the door.

“Brittany, quit being so nosey and make yourself useful. Go ask your mom to get me the bag with his diapers I brought over last night, and get me a bag or something that I can put this dirty diaper in. It really stinks.”

Brittany left, but the girls stayed there and watched. Miss Samantha cleaned me up, powdered me with talcum, and put a fresh diaper on me. I cried the whole time knowing the girls were watching. I was then treated to a sound spanking and forced to apologize for going in my diapers. I wasn’t allowed to wear my nightgown or dress, and was brought before the girls. I had to tell each girl that I was sorry for ruining their party.

Brittany told Miss Samantha, “Don’t worry, he can make it up to me somehow.”

Chapter 12: Home for the Summer

My lessons continued through the year with Miss Samantha. When I was good, I got the option to wear my kilt and a cotton pair of girls’ panties. When I was bad, it was usually dresses for me, and she usually found some reason each time why I was bad. Dresses, skirts, or a kilt were all I was allowed to wear, even when my parents visited. At first, my father was angry when he saw me in my kilt for the first time.


“Why is my son in a skirt Miss Summers?”

“Mr. Manning, it’s called a kilt. Notice this flap right here. It’s part of his uniform.”

“It still looks like a skirt to me, no matter what you call it.”

“Well, its design does seem to make your son be a little more modest when he’s running around. I’m not going to lie, the uniform does have a purpose in his behavioral training. And besides, he doesn’t mind, in fact he told me he likes it.”

“Is that true son?”

I thought of the pictures of the panties, the dirty diapers, every other bit of incriminating evidence she had on me, and the fact that I’d really be punished if I disagreed with her. I knew I must give an overwhelming approval to her choice if I didn’t want to be in a dress for the next few weeks.

“I don’t mind it Dad. Lots of people in Scotland wear them.”

“Yeah, but we’re not in Scotland.”

“Well, I think it’s darling,” my mom said smiling.



At the end of the month, I was allowed to go home for summer. Almost three months away from Miss Samantha and I couldn’t wait. At first I was as good as ever around my parents, but toward the middle of summer, I had slipped back into bad habits. I was lazy, I didn’t clean my room, and I started talking back to my mom. It was like old times.

I was happy being my old self again, and not worrying about panty punishments all the time. The freedom lasted for a while, but it all came to a head one day when I wanted to go to a different pool with my friends. The pool was a few miles away from my safe zone, and that concerned my mom.

“I don’t think I want you going all the way over there by yourself. You could get hurt.”

“But Mom, I won’t be by myself, I’ll be with my friends.”

“And who’s going to look out for all of you. Your friends? I doubt that. I don’t think it’s a good idea, so you can’t go.”

“Please!”

“I said ‘no’ now go and tell your friends that you can’t go.”

“I hate this stupid house!”

I don’t know if I meant it or not, but in anger I swung my beach towel in a whipping motion and it caught my mother’s porcelain collection on the shelf pulling many of the pieces to the floor. They crashed at my mother’s feet, and one piece rolled and cut her and made her bleed. She looked down incredulously and didn’t seem to know what to do. Finally she ran into the other room and started crying.

I felt bad and asked her if she was all right through the bathroom door. All I could hear were muffled sobs.

The next day, my bags were packed, and I was on my way back to Miss Samantha’s.

“Please! I’m sorry. I don’t want to go back there!” but my mom heard none of it and we drove in silence back to the country.

Chapter 13: Summertime Blues

When Miss Samantha heard about my recent misdeed and general misbehavior, her look froze my heart.


“I don’t know what you do Miss Summers, but he seems to listen to you. He doesn’t seem to do the same for me.”

Miss Samantha turned to me and said, “Go up to your room and change. You know what I want you to wear.”

“The kilt?”

“No.”

I knew what she meant, but I was surprised she was going to do this with my mother still here. I put on my frilly panties, my sissy dress, some ruffled ankle socks and my Mary Jane shoes. When I was finished, I saw her in the doorway. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs. I thought she would wait until my mother was gone, and I was surprised she was pulling me downstairs. I struggled with everything I had. I didn’t want my mother to see me this way.

My mother heard the commotion and looked at us.

“Chris? Miss Summers, what’s going on? Why is my son in that dress?”

“Come with me, I want to show you something.”

She opened up her laptop.

“Oh no…she wouldn’t!” I said to myself as a fear shot through my heart.

“One of the first nights Chris was here, I caught him doing this.”

My mother watched the video. She saw me playing with the panties, feeling them against my face, and impulsively putting them on.

“Are those panties? Chris, I can’t believe this is true. Did you put on the panties in that drawer?”

She looked at me trying to understand. Her eyes were filled with hurt and confusion. I didn’t know what to do, and I just started crying.

“Mrs. Manning, you wanted to know why he is so good with me? Everything you need to know is in this video. Your son needs guidance. He craves feminine authority, but you are not giving it to him. Deep down he wants to be good, but you are not making him do that. Did you punish him for breaking your porcelain?”

“I…I was in shock. My foot…was bleeding.”

“Did you punish him?”

“No.”

“Don’t you think you should punish him?”

“Y..yes”

“Why don’t you punish him right now.”

“How?”

“Bend him over your knee, take down his panties, and give him a spanking.”

“A spanking. We…we don’t believe in that.”

“Yet you’re willing to drive your son hours out to see me because you can’t control him. You’re asking me why he’s so good around me, and not around you, yet you’re going to disregard me advice and stick to your “beliefs”. I’m telling you the solution - put your beliefs aside and give him a good spanking right here, right now.”

She looked a little tentative, but she was at her wit’s end with me. She called me over.

“Chris, come here,” she pointed to the floor.

“Mom?”

“You heard your mother, now get over there,” Miss Samantha reinforced her authority.

I slowly walked over.

“Bend over my knee.”

I slowly complied with her request as if I couldn’t believe it.

“Now pull down his panties and give him a good spanking, and tell him why he’s being spanked.”

At first my mom seemed hesitant to spank me, but as her words started heating up, the spanking became more intense. A flood of emotions poured out of her at that moment.

“Chris-you’ve-been-a-bad boy. Don’t you know how much that hurt Mommy’s foot? And some of that porcelain was my Grandmother’s! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO BAD ALL THE TIME!!!”

The spanking started to really hurt, and I was bawling until Miss Samantha intervened.

“Now, you’re hurting the boy. Remember, you’re the adult, and you need to control your emotions. If you can’t control yourself, how can you expect the boy to? Do you see how you’ve bottled up all these feelings instead of dealing with them on a daily basis? You’ve let a lot of little things become a big thing.”

“Yes,” my mother started sobbing.

“Now the important thing about punishment is that it should be just, you should not get emotional, and you should use it to modify his behavior.”

“But what about the dresses and panties?”

“It’s called petticoat punishment. It dates back to Victorian times. Why don’t we take a little walk, and I’ll explain it to you. Chris, pull up your panties. We’re going for a walk. And bring your purse too.”

Chapter 14: A Petticoat Day with Miss Samantha

“We’re going to walk down to the flower shop. I want you to observe Chris’ behavior as we do. I’m guessing he’s going to be a perfect angel because he doesn’t want me to pull down his panties in front of everyone and give him a spanking. Isn’t that right Chris?”


“Yes ma’am.”

“You see, putting a boy in a dress or panties diminishes his urge to be bad. It reinforces the behavior you want to instill in him. He is too rowdy and impulsive, and the panties help to quiet this desire. This is the whole point of petticoat punishment. He does not want to appear in public like this, so the next time he will think before he acts. I would be reluctant to mention this to your husband – I don’t think he would understand - but I would use this technique to control your son from now on. Just the mention of the word panties would have been enough to make him not go to the pool. Isn’t that right Chris?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Ahh, here’s the flower shop. I think Chris has something he wants to buy you.”

I used every last bit of my allowance money to buy my mother a bouquet of flowers. She seemed touched, and it made me feel good. After that, we went to lunch. We were enjoying out meal in the sun when an older lady came up to us.

“You’re daughter is so pretty in her dress. You don’t see too many girls who want to dress pretty anymore. It’s so nice to see a girl in ruffles and lace.”

“Thank you,” my mom gave Miss Samantha a knowing smile.

“Honey, you should grow your hair out though. It would look so pretty with a bow.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said shyly.

“So polite. You don’t see that much today anymore either. Well, I’ll be on. You three ladies have a nice day.”

“She, she actually thought I was a girl?” I said bewildered.

“Well honey, you kind of do look like a girl. You’re hair does almost reach your shoulders, and your face is nice and soft.”

“Quit it mom!”

“Don’t you ever speak to me in a tone like that again, or I’ll keep you in a dress all summer. Do you understand me young man?”

“Yes ma’am,” I had a weird feeling now that my mom knew the secret of keeping me completely under control.

“Excellent Mrs. Manning,” Miss Samantha looked at me, “I think you know what to do now. Just make sure you are even-tempered and fair. Now there still is the matter of the broken porcelain. He still needs to be punished for that. How many weeks in panties do you think is appropriate?”

“Six?”

“Okay, six weeks it is. Do you hear that young man, your mom is going to keep you in panties for the rest of summer vacation?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And when you return in the fall, you’re going to have to do a few weeks with me, although I’m going to keep you in more than panties.”

“Yes ma’am.”

We spent the weekend with Miss Samantha, and she explained in depth how I should be punished, and the finer points of petticoat punishment. By the end of the weekend, my mother had a new insight on controlling me or any other man. We returned home, and she smiled the whole time. For the rest of that summer I wore panties and was very well-behaved. My mom threatened to take down my pants several times for small indiscretions, and give me a spanking. Needless to say, she now controlled me as much as Miss Samantha.

Chapter 15: The New Student

I didn’t know why I had to go back to Miss Samantha’s that fall, and I don’t know if my mom was clear on the reasons either. I had learned my lesson, and my mom now knew how to control me. Miss Samantha explained the benefits of another year of training.


“Mrs. Manning, as part of his training, I want Chris to live full time as a girl. He’s going to learn to live like a girl, act like a girl, and to be a girl. Only then will he truly learn to self-regulate himself by having a female voice inside. Most men don’t listen to that voice, and that’s why they are crude and stubborn.”

“I can’t say I understand completely, but I trust you Miss Summers. You’ve worked wonders on my boy so far, and I want to see my son succeed at controlling his temper. Besides, it’ll be cute seeing him as a girl for a while.”

She stroked my head, and I looked at her with a slight annoyance.



We headed off to the store near her town, to get more clothes for my punishment that year. My mother went with us, and the ladies picked out outfits this time that were more for a little girl my age – not the frilly, sissy stuff I was usually forced to wear. I got dresses, skirts, rompers, shorts, shoes, and blouses. Looking at them, I noticed that they were the same things the girls in my school wore. The two ladies had fun picking out my outfits. I cringed seeing all the items like the tee shirts with ruffled sleeves and the flared shorts with flowers on them. Of course I had to wear girls’ underwear and camisoles. They were all soft pinks and pastel colors. The panties had little floral patterns on them and gathered at the legs. I almost cried thinking about all the clothes I’d be wearing this year.

“Mom, please, you can’t make me be a girl. I don’t want to be a girl.”

“You should have thought about that before you ruined my shelf and all the other bad behavior you’ve displayed up to this point. This is your chance to show us that you’re committed to being good. Now quit your complaining or I’ll put all this back and make you wear the sissy things for the rest of the year. Is that what you want?”

“No, ma’am.”

That made me shut up. These outfits were much simpler to wear. We finished our shopping and returned to the house. I was told to launder my clothes, and put them away in my drawers.

“Honey, why don’t you put on your yellow tube top, white shorts and new sandals for us? I want to see you in your new clothes.”

“Mom…” I whined.

“I’ve had enough of your complaining!”

She took me by the hand and pulled me to my bedroom. She angrily went through the drawers pulling out the necessary items and put them on the bed.

“Now get into these clothes before I have to spank you!”

I could see she was serious, and I changed into my new clothes. She gathered up my boys’ clothes in her hands.

“You’re going to be a girl from now on, so get used to it. These clothes are going back home with me. You’re going to dress like a girl, act like a girl, you’re going to be a girl for the rest of this year. Is that understood young man?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Say it.”

“I’m going to be a girl all year.”

“You’re going to learn to obey. I don’t care how long it takes. And if Miss Samantha tells you to run down the street in a tutu, then that‘s what you’re going to do. Do you understand?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that.”

“What did you just say young lady?”

“I wouldn’t wear a tutu.”

“You haven’t learned your lesson yet, have you? Take down your shorts,” she gave me a couple of swats on the rear, “I said, ‘Take down your little shorts!’”

I slowly did, and she pulled down my little, white, girl shorts and brand new panties, and gave me a sound spanking there in the room until my ass was red and I was crying.

“Now tell me, are you going to do whatever Miss Samantha asks you to do this year?”

“Yes ma’am.” I sniffed.

“Anything?”

“Yes ma’am, anything.”

“Even wearing a tutu?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now go downstairs and show Miss Samantha your new outfit.”

I rubbed my sore bottom and pulled up my new panties and shorts, giving my mom a hurtful, sideways glance, and then proceeded downstairs. I thought about pleading my case to my dad – he would understand - but then I realized that Miss Samantha would show him the same video she showed my mother, and explaining that to him was more than I could handle. I would have to get through this year the best I could under their control, show them that I could be good, and then I would be done with this whole thing forever.

When I went to the living room, Miss Samantha was pleased.

“Oh don’t you look cute. With your hair that long, you look just like a girl with short hair.”

I looked in the mirror in the hall and saw that she was right. My mom had let me go all summer without a haircut and I didn’t even think about it. I realize it until now, but the fact that I already had long hair, combined with the fact that I let it grow all summer, had my dark hair reaching almost all the way to my shoulders.

“Oh my god,” I muttered.

“We’ll have to get it styled before school starts though. It is all uneven.”

“Oh he’s going to be so adorable,” my mom beamed. I think she was really excited at the prospect of having a daughter for the rest of the year.

“How about we go together to the salon while you’re still in town? That way you can help pick out her style.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“There’s just one more thing I want you to do before you leave.”

“What’s that?”

“Since he’s going to be a girl from now on, we need to give him a new name. I want you to pick the name.”

“Oh, I don’t know…”

“If you had a girl, what you have named her?”

It didn’t take her long to think at all.

“Audrey”

“Audrey, that’s pretty. That’ll be you new name from now on, Audrey.”

I didn’t realize it then, but something significant had changed in my life as my mom repeated the word “Audrey”.