wax కంప్లేఅతే అయింది. ఎదో క్రిఎం ఇచ్చి బాడీ మొత్తం రాసుకొని హాట్ వాటర్ తో బాత్ చేసి & స్టీమ్ బాత్ టబ్ లో ఒక 20 మైన రెస్ట్ తీసుకో అని ఆంటీ వెళ్ళారు. I understand this will be punishment at first Peter,” Jenny says. “But yes, I want you to have control over what Penny looks like. I believe you will learn a lot from this.” The Tiny twisting road I was driving down seemed to be taking me further and further away from civilisation, I hadn’t met any passing cars, or pedestrians for that matter for at least half an hour, finally I saw the sign I was looking for Gragewood Manor. I pulled up in front of two large gates, as soon as I stopped they began to part and I drove into a small courtyard. The front door was adorned with a large brass boss which made a deep sound into the interior of the building. A few moments later the door opened and I was greeted by a young lady who introduced herself as Macy.

I called to my auntie to ask where my clothes were and she said that my bag must have been left in my family's car by accident and that they had also left their bag with my cousin's jeans at home as well. "You will have to wear something for the next two weeks and that is all there is," said auntie. I put up some protests and went to my room. Now, first things first, when you pee, sit and pee, like us, the ladies do, it’s so simple, pull down your panty, sit, then pee, now show me; she insisted. Though she tried not to giggle, it was obvious me Carolyn took great delight in my misfortune. “Don't look so sad, Chrissy; there'll be time enough to try on all sorts of pretty things now. It'll be just like having a real live Barbie Doll to dress for a few days. Come Monday, I'll wager you'll feel terrible wearing nasty boy clothes.” I knew that was true as these clothes they put me in were soBut aunt, I have lots; I told her with a surprised face. Because I was too innocent, and couldn’t recognize the fact that, they were nothing other than panties, the girls undies. My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience for as long as I could. More or less, yes. I’d read a few books about behaviour among young boys, including two that advocated petticoat punishment. The idea was that if the boy misbehaved, he should spend some time dressed as a girl. If he behaved he could dress as a boy." mirror now in my training bra and panties, this way and that. I felt so humiliated I wanted to burst out in tears, but I felt

I heard her car starting, and slowly, the sound faded. The day passed, by me trying to figure out, what’s just happened. A skirt? Dress? What just aunt said? I thought a lot about it. My tummy ached a lot, and I made up my mind to go downstairs in the evening. But all my wait lost in vain, because aunt didn’t come for me. I’m wasting my money on this, but it’s the first time you asked for anything, so I will; by placing my note into her purse, she said. Now, don't you worry your little head, dear; it seems you'll get to play dress-up a little longer is all. It'll be wonderful having a sweet little girl in the house all weekend, you'll see.”Found it, ta-da; she took it and placed it in front of her, to get me a proper look. The instant I saw it, I know, that I was in trouble. The difference between the so called extreme fashion and exclusive girls clothes was known to me, or at least this one I know. The next morning was a bit chilly, so after putting on my lacy bra panties and camisole I put on a top and a warm full red skirt. Then I put on a cream jumper that came to my waist. At breakfast that morning I saw the others had dressed much the same - I was happy to see I was getting the hang of being a girl because I really enjoyed it. Peter looks longingly over at his mother, expecting her to see the sad look in his eyes. “Mom…?” he says, giving it one last try at manipulating her. Then what’s stopping you? Wear it? It will feel better, let me help you; saying that, she herself took the new fashioned undershirts from my hands.

Peter looks down at the sinister expression on his auntie’s face. Then he looks at the living room door and his mom is nowhere to be seen. She’s gone. She’s left him here. Well the girls laughed, at my misfortune, but now I was drenched and would have to ride home in mom’s car, all wet. When we got to aunt’s home, the girls ran ahead to enlighten their mom and our mom. What about yesterday? The day before that? And the day before it? Are you wearing it? She was on fire. Stand up; she said once more, and pulled the chain. Again, I tried, but my legs couldn’t support me.Being November, there was an autumn chill in the air, and as they stood in the entrance hall, Carolyn went to fetch her mistress' sable coat. Occasionally. Jessica lives around the corner. She is Tammy’s best friend. She has no idea about his real identity. Nobody could tell he’s not a girl, could they? He can’t mope around here all day. Of course he has to dress like a teenager when he goes out. When he’s at home he likes wearing girly dresses like the one he had on earlier. Also he doesn’t wear his wig because it gets too hot and itchy." Yes, mommy. See you later. Bye, Auntie Kay." He left the room and I heard the front door shut quietly. Oh he’s right behind it. In fact I’ve got a little photo to show you." She got a photo out of a drawer and handed it to me. It was an old photo, about 1980 judging by the fashions. It showed a pretty young girl smiling at the camera in a pretty dress." And you are right – again. Because, when the police arrived, he was far too intact, and even psychotic. But what happened to him after is the story for another day.

As I previously wrote once Michael my husband had become my maid Michelle and moved into the spare bedroom I continued with his feminisation and with the help of my mother put her on a hormone programme to ensure any masculine traits were suppressed and her female traits enhanced. Whilst I had toyed with the idea of chastity the hormone regime and the fact that she was small in that department meant there was no need. However I still had needs that needed to be satisfied so Michelle’s domestic training included providing oral services along with her household duties. My mother helped with the training and benefited from Michelle’s oral skills as well as domestic capability. As I said previously my mother encouraged me to start dating again and I rekindled a relationship with a former boyfriend William. He is a strong forceful man and very much my equal. My mother offered to take Michelle on as her live in maid so I could develop my new relationship with William and to ensure Michelle was fully aware of her new position. I didn’t know what was on her mind, but still lied on my front. D on’t try to get up; she said. My whole body was on fire, when another, big, fast, strike of cane, landed over my cami. About the reality, it’s just a story, but I tried to keep it as real as possible. Yeah, maybe I leaned too hard on the number of beating – like you said – but it fictionally happened inside my intuitive self, and the rational me didn’t argue about it. Perhaps you leaned too hard on the number of beating; still, you did a great job in building suspense. Also, If the aunt went to an office her social skills had to be sufficient to survive. What did she do? I know aunt, you cannot fool me, I won’t wear it, I won’t wear that stupid bra; I yelled at her again. Aunt looked at me for some time. She didn’t utter a single word, and the so called cropped undershirt was still hanging in her hands. The silence was dancing around us, and we just kept looking at each other’s eyes.What were you thinking? Don’t make me remove your dress as well. You are not on honeymoon; she shouted. And for asking that, she tied me to the wall in tiptoe, completely for a day.