BOUNCING AND FLOUNCING
by
Bea
Please don't even try to read this if you're under eighteen years
of age.
Go and read something educational instead.
This is a transvestite fantasy - nothing like real life. If
you're looking
for graphic sex or violence, sorry, you won't find it here.
. . .
He came out of a sweet smelling, languorous fog. Saw Joni
sitting at his
bedside reading a book. Managed to make a feeble wave with his
fingers,
just enough to attract her attention. She looked over her book
at him.
Smiled. She said something, "Hello Gerald. Awake finally?" At
least he
thought she said this, but couldn't be sure.
He opened his eyes again. Thought it funny, she'd been wearing a yellow
sweater ten seconds ago - and hadn't she been reading a book? Now she was
in a blue sweater and cardigan, and it was a magazine in her hands. His
cough drew her attention. She put down her reading material and leaned
over the bed to caress his cheek. "Linda said you'd be wakening up now.
Boy! She's really good."
"Who's Linda?" He managed to say.
She grinned. "Forgotten already? I'm sure she'll be flattered."
His confusion increased. He managed to lift his arm with a great deal of
effort, to scratch his head. As he did, he could have sworn that something
silky slid down from his forearm past his elbow. He shook his head to
clear it.
"Where in the hell am i? What's going on?"
"I can't really tell you dear." She said. "It seems to be a subject of
some mystery around here. Do you remember how we got here?"
At his puzzled look, she added. "The snowstorm? Lost? Leaving our
backpacks because we couldn't carry them any more? The lights of this
house?"
He opened his eyes again, five seconds later. God! She was quick!
Wearing a green blouse now. How the hell did she do it? But this time,
she was standing over him, looking down. "You ever going to wake up?" She
asked, a little asperity creeping into her tone.
"I'm awake now." He said huffily, brushing the hair back out of his eyes
to prove his point. "What's this?" He added, shaking his head woozily and
waggling his arm within a lace-edged, pink satin sleeve at the same time.
"What's going on?"
"Aha! M'lady awakens!" She laughed.
"Your what?"
She looked contrite. "I'm sorry Gerald, but there's been a few things
going on for the last day or two. I'm not sure as I understand them
myself." She smiled again. "And I'm not sure that you're not going to be
somewhat confused either."
"Well? Do your best to explain them, huh?" He asked, getting a little
upset himself.
"I wish you wouldn't use that tone with me!" She said tartly, then
relented a little.
"You seem to have forgotten. We were hiking. Got lost in a snowstorm.
Had to drop all of our supplies when we got so weak that we couldn't carry
them. We came close to dying Gerald. Remember?"
He shook his head. Even his hair felt strange. "Honest? Not much. I
seem to remember lights in the darkness. Falling. Cold."
"Yes. You had collapsed by the time they heard me screaming for help.
Another five minutes? I think we'd have been done for Gerald."
"Ok. We were rescued from death. Big deal! But I have the feeling that
it's been me that has taken a long time to recover. Are you that much
healthier than me?" He asked.
"Maybe. I don't know. I'm not sure, but I think Linda's been drugging
you." She replied.
"Drugging me? Why would anyone be drugging me?"
She grimaced, but there was a grin behind her expression. "Well Gerald, I
don't know how to tell you this, but Linda's been working some changes on
you."
"Changes? What are you talking about?"
"She's been bathing you every day."
"Bathing?"
"Yes. And if the scent is anything to go by, it's been perfumed bath oil
she's used."
Vaguely, he remembered a lot of feminine scents pervading his recent
dreams.
"She's plucked your eyebrows."
"Eh?"
"Shaved your legs and your underarms."
"What!"
"Given you a hair-do. A nice one actually. To tell the truth you look like
a girl now. Kinda pretty, if you must know. But the makeup probably helps
too."
There was an element of contempt in his wife's voice that he'd never heard
before. He couldn't help it. He blushed.
"This Linda? Whoever she is? She's making me look like a woman?"
"Wrong tense dear. She's 'made' you look like a woman." Joni responded.
"Hair permed. Beautiful lace nighty, eyebrows all pencilled in, rouge?"
Her voice got a touch of sarcasm. "Lipstick? Polish on your finger and
toe nails - to match of course!"
"You sound like you're blaming me! But how could I help what she was doing
if I was drugged?" He cried.
"Sure. You'd no idea what she was doing to you! Sure! Lying there all
soft and smiling as she'd make you up, change you from one satin nightie to
another? Dab perfume behind your ears? Work on your nails?" Joni was
laying into him now.
He struggled upright to answer, felt something different about his chest
and, horrified, looked down to see women's breasts, not very well confined,
practically falling out from the front of the nightdress he was wearing.
"Ooooh!" He wailed. "What? What's this?"
"Breast forms silly. What do you think?"
He'd tried to remove his right 'breast', but it wouldn't budge.
"How do I get these things off?" He panted.
"You'll have to ask Linda that. She's the one that put them on you. She
used some kind of adhesive I think."
A horrific though flashed through his brain. Quickly he felt beneath the
bedsheets. Joni smiled. "No dear. They left you alone down there. You're
not all woman - not yet anyway."
He sighed. Joni was not being very sympathetic. "I'm sorry Joni." He
said. "What for, I don't know. But obviously you're mad at me for
something. But how's about getting me my clothes? I need the bathroom."
She walked over to the closet and slid the door open. Even from his bed he
could see a mass of bright and pastel clothes inside - but they certainly
weren't men's clothes.
"Which outfit would you prefer Gerald?" She asked coyly. There's all
sorts of pretty ones in here. But." She paused. "That's funny?"
"What is?"
She didn't reply for a second, sliding clothes back and forward, still on
their hangers. Then she said. "Everything in here is extremely feminine.
Some of these outfits look like costumes. Some are almost sluttish." She
shook her head. "Whereas the clothes they've given me are very nice.
Women's clothes of course, but in very good taste."
He had an idea. "Have they given you any pants? Plain blouses? We're
almost the same size. How's about bringing me some of your stuff?"
She shook her head slightly. "They've been very nice to me. I don't have
any idea of what they have in mind for you, but I'll tell you one thing.
I'm pretty sure they don't like men. If I side with you right now, they
might not look too kindly on it."
"Oh god Joni! I got to pee."
"I'm not stopping you." She retorted.
He would have taken off the nightgown, but the thought of running into the
bathroom, nude, with bouncing breasts fully exposed, deterred him.
Blushing furiously, he slid out from under the covers and, with a beautiful
pink nightgown wafting about him - and his breasts bobbing - he ran to the
bathroom and relieved himself. Then he saw the girl in the mirror.
His hair though fairly short was decidedly more blonde than his natural
color. It was also curled at the sides and framed his face gently. He
noted the little gold stud earrings he was now wearing. Then the makeup.
Not a lot, but his upper eyelids had traces of blue, his lashes were
obviously mascara'd, and his lips were well defined in a fairly red color.
His eyebrows were the worst though - fine lines, reinforced with pencil.
Hardly any hair left there at all he thought.
Stupefied, he walked back into the room. As he did so, the other door
opened and an attractive woman walked in. She was dark haired and her skin
had a coppery tinge to it. Very attractive green eyes, conservatively
dressed in a black skirt and white blouse, medium height heels.
"Oh hi Joni." She said. "I see Pansy has finally woke up."
"Hi Linda." Joni said, then giggled "Pansy?"
He realized that this woman was talking about him!
"My names Gerald!" He snapped. "Where do you come off.."
He didn't have time to finish. She'd crossed the room without slowing down
then when she got to him she rocked him with a stinging slap to the face!
He recoiled, his hand up to his face in surprise.
"Listen Pansy! If you're going to flit around in pretty nighties and
makeup, you'll be called any damn thing I want to call you."
"But Linda. It wasn't me.."
She advanced on him again, her hand up. Ashamed of his own cowardice, he
backed away from her.
"I will not have pansies argue with me. Do you understand that - Pansy?"
"Yes." He mumbled very much aware of his wife's contempt at his quick
capitulation to this crazy woman.
"Very good!" Linda said, obviously mollified. Then she sat in a chair.
"Pansy? First of all go into your closet. There's a 'darling..'" She
looked over at Joni, smiling conspiratorially. "Pansies love that
'darling' word you know." Then her attention came back to him. ".. little
peignoir there to match your gown. Go and put it on. Then come back over
here and go over my knees."
He gawped at her, then his pride came up. "I'll do no such thing. Who do
you think you are!"
She didn't answer him. Looked over at Joni and shook her head. "I thought
we had a clever little pansy here. But I guess I was wrong. Guess I'm
just going to have to spank little Pansy Wansy to show him who's boss."
She sighed theatrically as she got up from her chair and advanced on him.
Her total confidence intimidated him. "Please Linda? I don't know what's
going on. Please! Would somebody tell me? Please?"
He finished with a wail as Linda got a hold of his arms and started pushing
him backwards to the bed. Spoke to Joni as she did so, her voice showing
absolutely no sign of strain. "Would you look at this? Little pantywaist
Pansy in a pink nighty, white, weak little arms - talking back to a real
woman! Just going to show him the error of his ways, won't we?"
He saw the half amused, scornful, smile on his wife's face just before he
was forced backwards over onto the top of the bed on his back. Linda sat
beside him then, with practically no effort pulled him over her knees, his
satin nightwear slithering over the bedclothes as she did so.
He had fully expected to be given a severe spanking from what had
transpired, but was very grateful to discover that this bullying woman only
wanted to give him a half dozen or so fairly mild slaps on his backside,
saying that she wouldn't hurt him too much if he'd kick his legs nice and
prettily and make little squeals? He conformed to her request, positive
that he heard little giggles from Joni's whereabouts.
Humiliated, he was finally allowed to get up. Linda fixed him with a
mocking smile. "Well Pansy? Tell you what. There's an extremely feminine
set of baby dolls - all ruffles and frills, in your lingerie drawer -
that's the top right hand one in the dresser there. I'm sure you'll just
love them. So why don't you go, change out of that nightgown, and put
them on. Oh, and by the way, there's also a gorgeous pair of slippers
that will go just nicely with them, in the closet there. You can put them
on as well. You don't have any objections, do you Pansy?"
He looked down at the floor. Didn't answer.
"I'm talking to you Pansy." She said sweetly. "It isn't nice to ignore a
real woman when she talks to you. Is it?"
"No Linda. I'm sorry. No I don't have any objections."
"Good! Now I'm going to leave you for a few minutes. When I come back
Pansy, I'll take you with me to meet the other real ladies in this house.
So you'll want to look your best, eh?"
He knew enough to answer. "Yes Linda."
"Very good! So just to make sure, you might want to freshen up your
lipstick while you're waiting for me, eh? Just a little touch maybe? It's
the dove burgundy shade on top of the dresser there. You can show off for
Joni how good you are with makeup. Bet you'll like that."
She was walking towards the door by this time, but turned to Joni as she
was going. "And oh, Joni?"
"Yes Linda?" Joni said.
"I know this may seem a little strange to you, but do you think you'd mind
making sure that you call our little feminine pal here by his right name?"
Joni shrugged. "Pansy you mean?"
Linda didn't answer. Just smiled and waggled her fingers in a goodbye as
she opened the door and exited from the room.
"Oh Joni! Not you too!" He groaned.
She shrugged again. "Frankly dear, I'm beginning to think it a most
appropriate name for you. I'd suggest you might want to hurry up and
change - then get your lipstick freshened up? Never can tell can you?
Linda comes back and you haven't done as she said? Might end up over her
knee again. Or did you like being spanked so much that you want her to do
it again? I mean, after all, you looked so cute wriggling and squealing
and kicking your legs so prettily while she spanked your little satin-
covered ass."
"Oh Joni! Please stop. Things are bad enough already." He moaned,
opening up his lingerie drawer and pulling out a set of baby dolls that
were just as Linda had described them.
"Wow!" Linda said, laughing. "Well at least they're blue instead of pink,
but I think Linda wasn't too far wrong, was she? They are very feminine,
aren't they? Tell you what. I'll shut my eyes and that'll save you from
having to run into the bathroom to change.. I have the feeling that you
could be running out of time."
He had the same feeling, so taking the ruffled panties from the drawer, he
pulled them up under his nightgown. Then he checked to make sure that Joni
was keeping her eyes closed. Quickly, he divested himself of the nightgown
then, mindful of his makeup, put the baby doll top on over his head. He
felt ridiculous but his reflection wasn't that bad. Jaunty breasts jutting
out, made more noticeable now by the heavy ruffles, and the flash of the
heavily frilled panties just sticking out from under the top made a kind of
cute picture he thought. Then he remembered the shoes and started walking
to the closet.
Joni spoke. "Is it ok to look now Pansy?"
He stopped cold with the shame of what his wife had just called him. "Oh
come on Joni! Enough of the Pansy shit. Ok?"
She answered him quite firmly. "No dear. These women are treating me
alright. I'm not gonna get on their bad side. If you'd fought for your
masculinity like a man, I might have sided with you. But how'd you expect
me to respect a man that allows a woman to make him dress, and sound, and
act like a woman? Pushes him around like a weakling. Even puts him over
her knee? Seems to me that in this house your name is Pansy. If you have
a problem with that, you'd better go and talk to Linda. And," she added
scornfully. "I think Pansy better get his shoes and lipstick on pretty
quick. I think I hear her coming." She laughed out loud when he scurried
to the closet and stepped into the only pair of blue slippers he could see.
They were fairly high heeled, but he didn't have any difficulty in making
his way to the dresser where he sat down and was just applying his lipstick
when the door opened and Linda came back into the room.
"My my! What a pretty picture you make, Pansy. Don't you agree Joni?
Isn't that just a darling picture?"
"Just darling!" Joni laughed.
"Shoes fit all right Pansy?" Linda asked. "Walk ok in them?"
"I think so, Linda." He said, putting the finishing touches to his lips.
"Well? Lets find out. Shall we? Come here and let me see if you've done
a decent job on your lips. After that you can walk up and down the room a
few times. See how you do."
Shame faced he went over to her and puckered his lips up for her
inspection. She nodded approvingly and gave him a gentle pat on the rump.
"There you go! Now just walk nicely up to that end of the room. Erect
now! Don't slouch! Little feminine steps that's it! Hands straight down
at your sides. That's it! My goodness! I think Pansy's a natural. What
do you think Joni? Surprised?"
"Not really. Not when I come to think of it." His wife laughed.
"Ok Pansy. Over here." Linda said. "Here are some collars. I want you
to pick the one that goes best with your outfit."
He was careful not to ask the obvious question. Took care in mincing over
to where she stood. Beside her on the table were about half a dozen of
what looked like velvet bands, about ten inches long and a half inch wide.
Each of them had a gold ring about an inch dia built in to the material.
He needed time to think. What was she doing to him now? Carefully he
picked a dark blue, a gold, and burgundy collars up. Checked them against
the material of his baby dolls and picked the dark blue.
"This one Linda?"
"Very nice Pansy. Now put it on." She answered. "Check.. There's a
velcro fastener. Put your collar on. That ring goes to the front."
The collar fitted comfortably around his neck with enough room to fasten
easily. Linda came right up to him and examined him closely.
"I think you'll do." She said. "I'm going to take you and introduce you
to the other two real women who live in this house. When I do? I want you
to make a nice little curtsey to both of them - just to show how much you
respect them? And keep in mind that any time either one of them, or Joni,
or me talks to you from now on, you'll do a little curtsey. So lets
practice a little eh? Take the sides of your panties in your hands. Now
bob a little. Very good! Now give Joni one too. There!"
With that, she pulled a piece of velvet cord from her pocket. To his
horror, she came to him and clicked something to the loop in his collar,
and he realized she'd put a leash on him - a leash! like he was some kind
of pet! Then, to make things worse, she handed the other end to Joni.
"Want to lead him in for me?"
In answer, his wife smiled merrily and, giving a slight pull on the leash,
said. "Giddiup Pansy!" And behind Linda, they exited the room, him
trailing behind Joni, taking mincing little steps, still unsure of himself
in heels, but trying to keep himself erect, all the while totally unable to
ignore the feel of his breasts bouncing within the loose confines of his
ruffled baby doll pajamas and the sensations as his top rubbed against the
material of his panties.
He followed them into what appeared to be the living room of the house.
There were two women there. One, a charming looking redhead was sitting on
a couch, in the process of taking a drink from a tray held by the other, a
rather attractive blonde girl in a black maid's uniform with white lace
serving apron and matching cap.
The redhead looked up, smiling. Shook her head. "Don't know about you
Linda. Is this anyway to treat a guest?" Then she addressed Joni. "And
you? Are you having fun? It surely looks like it."
Joni laughed happily. "Well, I must admit that it's a new experience. But
Madeleine? I'd like to present Pansy. Pansy? This our hostess,
Madeleine."
As Madeleine got up and came forward to him, he curtsied. "Pleased to meet
you Madeleine."
The woman grinned widely, showing beautiful white teeth, and came right up
in front of him. Gave him a close examination. "My Linda! He's
positively pretty! You've done wonders." She turned to the maid. "Hasn't
she Claire?"
And Joni jerked his leash a little. "And Pansy? This is Claire."
He bobbed another curtsey. "Pleased to meet you Claire."
The maid laughed. "Wow!" I'd better watch out for my job. My goodness!"
Then she reached for his leash. "Let me take that from you miss Joni.
Would you like a drink? You, miss Linda?"
Both women smiled "The usual." they replied.
And he was transferred to another mistress, who led him out of the room
into another where a small bar was set up. She muttered something to
herself, wrapped his leash around a stool back, and started pouring drinks.
"Claire?" He said. "I don't suppose you could mix me a drink - a Jack
Daniels? While you're at it?"
She turned to him quite pleasantly. "It is Pansy, isn't it?"
He reddened.
"It is Pansy, I said. Isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Well Pansy. When you talk to me, you curtsey. Understood?"
"Yes"
"And, when I talk to you, you curtsey. Understood?"
He looked at her. She wasn't fooling. He had to curtsey to a goddam
maid?"
"Yes." He said, curtseying.
"Good!" She said. "As long as we have that cleared up. Just don't be
asking me to do anything for you. Here? You do things for me - and the
other real women in this house. You do understand, don't you."
"Yes Claire." He said, bobbing another curtsey.
"And men, pansies or not, get nothing to drink here. You just do as you're
told and act proper, and you and me will get on just fine. Understand?"
He bobbed again.
She made three drinks and put them on the same tray as she'd been carrying,
then made him carry the tray back to where the ladies all sat, chatting
amiably in the living room. Then Claire totally surprised him by taking
off his leash, and going to sit on the couch beside Madeleine. "You can
serve these drinks if you want, Pansy."
"Yes Claire." He simpered, curtseying.
She giggled as she sat. "Would you believe it girls? He asked me to pour
him a Jack Daniels?"
"He's a constant source of amusement to me." Linda said, taking the drink
from the tray he offered.
"Yes. I must admit the last day or two have opened my eyes somewhat as
well." Joni said, crooking her finger at him to bring her drink. "I mean,
he's not exactly the belle of the ball, but you'd never think that a few
days ago he really thought he was a man!"
Madeleine smiled tenderly at him "I suppose it must be very confusing for
you. Is it? Would you like an explanation?"
He was so touched by the first act of kindness he'd had in what felt like
weeks that tears welled in his eyes. "Oh yes Madeleine. Yes please!"
"You didn't curtsey Pansy." Linda said coldly.
"Oh that's ok - just for this once. Ok Linda?" Madeleine asked sweetly.
"He won't forget again, will you Pansy?"
Quickly, sensing this woman's kindness, he wanted to show his appreciation.
He took the ruffled sides of his baby doll tops and dropped a deep,
appreciative curtsey, blushing as his breasts bobbed again . "Oh no miss
Madeleine. I won't."
"See Linda?" Madeleine said softly. "See what a little kindness will do?
There Pansy. We all know you're not a real woman, but you look as if
you're trying really hard. Why don't you go and sit on Joni's lap. Try to
act like you're her girl - it'll be good practice for you - and I'll try
and explain what is going on."
His wife gave a little smile. Why did he have the growing feeling that she
was enjoying this? Then she straightened up a little in her chair, and
smoothed her skirt for him to sit. Gingerly, he sat down in her lap. He
jumped some, when her hand went around his waist, and landed on his breast.
Flushed, he felt her start to caress him. Disbelievingly, he heard her
chortle. "Mmmm. Can't believe this. Here Pansy, lean back into my
shoulder. There, there's a pretty."
And there, in front of three smiling women his wife fondled his breasts and
occasionally ran her hand up under his baby doll tops or fluffed up his
panty ruffles as he lay helpless in her arms, his head submissively on her
shoulder.
"You make such a pretty couple you two." Madeleine cooed. "But I did say
I'd explain, didn't I Pansy?" She took a sip of her drink.
"You see, we three women: Linda, Claire and myself were all members of a
group therapy session some time ago. We'd all been subjected to abusive
behavior by males. We became friends, then it crossed all of our minds
that we weren't being helped too much by the treatment. We came to the
conclusion that there had to be a better way. Came up with the idea of a
retreat for abused women. I have enough money to be able to take financial
flyers, but this turned out to be no gamble at all. We're in our third
year now. We've been quite successful, even though we only open for
spring,summer, and fall.."
At this point, she smiled warmly at her friends. "We go on hiatus for some
time in winter. Allows us to re-charge our batteries."
Then she continued. "We concentrate on raising the esteem of the women who
come here, and it seems to work, though we have had a few failures. These,
we think, have been women who just can't get over their fear? Respect? Of
men. I don't quite know how to describe it." She mulled this over for a
moment. "But the three of us have often wondered if it wouldn't be
possible to hire a male who could be used to make these patients feel more
in charge. You know, a Sissy - a real Sissy. We thought that if we
could have a man totally subservient to all women it could have beneficial
results on these poor ladies."
She beamed at him. "And this is where you come in. You're almost perfect
for us. A real Sissy, submissive, a weakling. Just think! What woman
would be scared of you?"
His mouth opened to say something, but Joni's fingers came over his lips.
Madeleine smiled her approval. "Very good Pansy! See what I mean?"
Warned, he nodded. She beamed back at him, shook her head admiringly.
"Must say Linda, you've done a wonderful job in such a short time." Then
she turned her attention back to him. "And talking of jobs? Yours will be
to satisfy the needs or desires of any real women in this house. You'll
wear a velvet collar like the one you have on, at all times - even to bed.
If a real woman wants you, she'll simply put a leash on you and you will go
to wherever she leads you. There? You'll do whatever she wants."
"Now," she continued, "you'll learn to behave in an extremely feminine
way. You will dress provocatively and act the same way. As you may have
noticed, your closet is filled with colorful clothes and costumes, your
drawers with gorgeous lingerie. You will put fresh clothes on every
morning, noon, and six pm - and maybe at other times as well, depending on
circumstances."
"You want to turn me into a woman!" He said, indignant.
"Certainly not!" She retorted. "You're a man, an we're not going to try
and fool anybody. As a matter of fact, the biggest problem we faced was
when we discovered what a pretty woman you made after your makeover. We
discussed it though and decided that as long as your voice remains somewhat
masculine, you'll meet our patient's needs."
"I don't understand." He said.
"Well it'll make sense to you, sooner or later. But say one of our clients
wants to get a little of her own back on men who have been rough to her
sexually. Joni, would you like to demonstrate?"
He was unprepared for what happened. Joni, shifted her position on the
chair, then bent around and kissed him firmly, her right hand on his
erection. Then, to his dismay, he felt her pull him further into her
embrace with her left arm while caressing his privates through the material
of his panties. He wanted to resist, but just didn't have the strength.
Finally just lay there, helpless, as she toyed with him in front of the
other women. What made it worse was the fact that none of these women
seemed even slightly excited at what was going on - not even Joni. They
chatted as if nothing was going on at all, even as he panted and wiggled
his way to ejaculation, totally under his wife's control.
The second he finished coming, Joni stopped caressing him. He felt used
and very very ashamed of having messed his pretty clothes. Madeleine
seemed to sense this, because she started talking to him again.
"See Pansy? That kind of thing was what I was talking about. You will
have to put on fresh clothes at least three times a day, just because that
is what we want you to do. At the same time though, you may be taken
advantage of by one or more of our clients, so you may have to change more
often."
"One of your other duties here will be to wash, by hand, all of your own
undies - you can see why, I hope - as well as those of all us real women
here. It may sound cruel, but sissies do seem to enjoy hand washing pretty
things, so I'm sure you'll learn to enjoy that little chore."
"But Madeleine.." He started, but was stopped by Joni's hand over his
mouth.
"I'm sorry!" Linda said apologetically. "I thought he knew better.
Claire?"
And before he knew it, Claire had attached his leash to his collar and was
pulling him up to his feet. She then led him over to a straight back
chair, where she sat, before pulling him over her knees and giving him a
thorough spanking on his panties. This time, even though he tried to show
his submission by kicking prettily as he knew how, he was given a proper
spanking. He cried at about the fourth slap.
Again, a part of the humiliation was the fact that nobody seemed to pay the
slightest attention to what was happening to him. Claire even joined in
some conversation while she was spanking him, then kept on talking while
she arose from the chair, before leading him out of the room. She even
kept on talking over her shoulder as she led him out of there and down to
her quarters.
There, she sighed. "Look what you've done to my uniform! Here, undo the
back of my dress, and help me out of it. You better hope you haven't
messed up my undies as well!"
He didn't know what she was talking about until he saw the wet stain on the
front of her dress. Realized that his panties, being sopping wet from his
ejaculation, had dampened her dress. "Oh Claire!" He wailed. "I didn't
mean to do that!"
"That's perfectly alright Pansy. We real women know that you're just a
weak little thing and have to make allowances for you. Don't worry your
pretty little head. Just be a good little Sissy and get my blue uniform
out of the closet there, and help me into it. Yes, that one!"
He felt better that she wasn't mad at him for messing up her dress, but
ashamed at the way she was walking around in front of him in her lingerie,
not making an attempt to cover herself up in any way. He knew that she saw
him as just a Sissy, but surely she wasn't looking at him as another girl -
not so soon!
But, still wearing soaked panties, he confirmed his suspicions by acting
like the personal maid she wanted him to be. Holding her clean dress
uniform while she stepped into it, buttoning her back fasteners and cuff
buttons while she waited. He was somewhat amazed that he enjoyed brushing
her hair for a few minutes as she relaxed in front of her dressing table
mirror.
Then she sighed. "Suppose we'd better get you cleaned up and changed.
Would you like that Pansy?"
He blushed as he nodded his head.
Back in his own room, he blushed some more as she had him walking around
nude, except for a shower cap in front of her. She threw his soiled
clothes into one of the wash hand basins in his bathroom, and filled it
with water. "You can wash these out later in the laundry." She told him.
"Right now, you don't have time, so this will take the worst of the mess
out. Now hurry up and shower while I look out some clothes for you."
After he dried off, he wrapped a towel around himself. It felt strange
arranging it around his breasts rather than his waist, but it was the only
thing that made sense. The new outfit she readied for him was a scarlet
satin and included his first set of matching bra and panties. Blushing
furiously, he replaced the towel so that he could put the bra on. He was
actually surprised at the comfort it provided, once he had fastened it at
the back and adjusted the shoulder straps. It wasn't a rigid type by any
means, his breasts still jiggled provokingly at the slightest movement, but
he felt better with their weight being taken up more. When it came to
putting on the lacy panties he had a little difficulty in working them into
the proper position under the towel. He blushed more when he dropped the
towel completely. Claire, as expected, took absolutely no interest
whatsoever, busily looking out nylon stockings for him - just pointing at
the garter belt and slip he was to put on next.
He found it extremely easy to affix the garter belt, though the little
straps that he had to thread under his panty legs felt strange to him. He
took comfort from putting the slip on. It was just as feminine as the
other garments of course, but hid his body a little better. Getting his
nylons on with the seams straight seemed to take forever, but he finally
managed to get them positioned to Claire's satisfaction.
Then she handed him his dress. "I picked this one for you. It's about the
right shade to match your fingernail polish, so we won't have to bother
with going to the bother of changing it." Here she looked at her watch.
"And it's just as well. Joni and Madeleine will be wondering what the hell
we've been up to." She giggled. "Not that they'd care, I don't think, but
let's get it on you anyway." She'd opened it up, and was now holding it
open for him. It was a deep pink in color. He couldn't tell much about it
until he'd stepped into it and she'd zipped up the fastener at the back.
He sighed. It fitted straight across his breasts, except for the shoulder
straps which were only about an inch wide and heavily frilled. The bodice
was of some firm shiny material which enclosed him firmly and made it just
a little hard to breathe. The decolletage was decorated with some chiffon
layers, but the back was cut straight across. But the skirt! Or should he
say, 'skirts!"
Layers of stiff organza of a deep red, softened by chiffon that matched the
material at the bust line, they stuck almost straight out from his hips.
He figured that it would have been totally immodest if it hadn't been for
the underlining of red silk that came down to about halfway down his
thighs. Claire grinned. "Should be interesting to see you walking in
this." she said.
He'd thought she'd meant that the height of the heels on the shoes would
give him problems. They were higher than he'd become used to, and he did
have a tendency to teeter a little in them as he stood, examining his
reflection. He didn't discover what she really meant though until he made
his way over to the dressing table to make his face up.
He thought he'd blushed before, but his face was flaming by the time he'd
got there. Claire was gasping convulsively with laughter. "Oh my! My
god!" She spluttered, "just wait till they see this! Oh my!"
He'd taken his first step - and the skirts floated up quickly, then down.
At the same time, his breasts bobbed. He stopped in some confusion as
Claire had started giggling. Took another step, being very careful not to
bounce while he took the step - same results! Claire giggled some more!
He moved again, determined to get to the table as quickly as possible, but
had to stop only half way there, in total disarray as he'd failed miserably
at controlling either the flouncing of his skirts or the bobbing of his
breasts.
"You won't be able to do much with these Pansy." Claire said, kindly
enough, though giggling all the while. "The dress is designed to do just
what it's doing. That's why we bought it for you."
Her choice of words bothered him for just a second. Bought it for him?
What did she mean? But all thoughts left him as he finished his journey to
the dressing table. Claire went into another spasm of giggles a he tried
to find a way to sit down comfortably, but failed miserably because of the
stiff organza fabric. Finally though, he was settled down.
Claire paid close attention to him as he applied his makeup. He actually
ended up doing a fairly creditable job, although she warned him that he'd
have to improve quickly. "Linda's going to want better than that!" She
warned him. "Though she'll probably make allowances, you being a learner
and all."
After he had applied his base, powder, rouge, lipstick, eyebrow liner,
eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara, she made him remove his velvet collar and
replace it with a red one to match his dress.
"Just one thing more before we get your leash on Pansy. Better pick a nice
set of earrings - then maybe some bracelets, a necklace and a ring or two?"
A little while later, teetering slightly in his heels, he was led back into
the room where the other the other three women sat, long dangly earrings
flashing around his ears and cheeks, bracelets rattling around his wrists,
skirts flouncing wildly up and down and his breasts making almost
elliptical orbits. They smiled at first, then started to laugh. Madeleine
was the most polite, but even she ended up practically howling as Claire
made him accompany her around the room a number of times. He started to
cry with the humiliation. Still hiccuping with laughter, Joni crooked her
finger to signify that she wanted control of the leash. When she got it,
she pulled him inexorably over her knees - and spanked him!
"Oh god!" She laughed. "Would you listen to him rattle! Honest! I think
I'm going to pee myself!"
But finally the hilarity abated. Then suddenly, it was if it had never
happened. Tear stained, makeup in a mess, he wasn't told to go clean
himself up, so had to stay in their company for the rest of the day. He
had to help Claire with the dinner and clean up, but other than that nobody
hardly said a word until bedtime. Then he discovered that he had to help
Madeleine, then Linda, then Joni, and finally Claire into their nightgowns
and tidy away the clothes they'd worn during the day.
Over the next few weeks, he became exactly what they wanted. Effeminate,
swishy, totally obsequious and submissive. He wore clothes that were
nothing but a series of costumes designed to make any man who wore them,
ridiculously feminine: harem girl, french maid, chorus girl, slut,
cheerleader - he was a debutante, a bride, a bridesmaid, a prom queen.
Some dresses had large bows attached to the backside, which made sitting
down virtually impossible. Others had huge, ballooning sleeves that made
any act of eating or drinking an adventure. He wore skirts so short that
the lace edges of his panties peeked out at the bottom. His bride's outfit
was of white satin, micro-skirted - which really wasn't too bad, though it
showed his blue garter belt off quite easily. The problem with that
particular outfit was that he had to wear a veil, and a chiffon train. He
had to carry the train everywhere he went because he was threatened with
physical harm if he dirtied it.
He was not allowed to even try to develop a girl's way of talking. As a
matter of fact, the worst spanking he got was when Linda heard him
practicing at emulating a woman's voice.
His breast forms were removed, and replaced with larger ones, so that he
was usually bulging out of his bra. His low heeled shoes gradually
disappeared and were replaced by extremely high heels, platforms, and
suchlike. It became commonplace to see him tottering along, with his
skirts so tight that his longest step was about six inches - a source of
hilarity to the four women.
He carried a small beaded handbag with him at all times now, containing his
makeup for that particular costume. After a warning, he never urinated
from a standing position again. He was becoming quite proficient at doing
his own and the ladies hair.
He minced when he walked. Was eternally checking his makeup or working on
his nails. Had learned that, when any one of the ladies wanted him, to go
and find the closest leash (there were quite a few stashed in various
places around the house) he had to attach it to his collar, then carry it
to whoever wanted him.
He lived with four women in a house where he was the most feminine. How he
wished they would let him act and dress properly - not have to be so swishy
and be allowed to wear nice clothes - dresses and skirts - maybe even a
pantsuit now and then - just like they wore. As it was, he was mocked and
taunted, ignored one minute then the center of attraction the next. He was
'on' for every minute of each day. Even though he slept in his own room,
it wasn't unusual for him to feel the click of the leash on his collar even
at three in the morning - and god help him if his nightwear wasn't
glamorous enough for whoever wanted his company.
He'd been instructed in the arts of photography enough that he became quite
skilled at taking his own picture as he tried on various costumes or
experimented with different cosmetics in front of his dressing table.
After they were developed, he'd sometimes be shown some of them. He felt
he looked quite cute in them, and took to making sure he would be smiling
just nicely when the flash went off. Madeleine even praised him a few
times for being so helpful.
He'd assumed that he was a prisoner, as was Joni. Was shocked therefore to
see her walk in the front door unescorted, her handbag in her hand,
obviously from being away from the house. Joni seemed puzzled by his
reaction and sort of cocked a quizzical eyebrow at him as if to say
"Something bothering you?" By this time, however, he'd learned not to say
anything without permission, so the moment passed.
The following day, he was given another shock. Claire called him to her
room. "I want you to run an errand for me Pansy. Ok?"
"Oh yes miss Claire." He simpered and curtseyed.
"And you can't go out in public looking like that, can you?"
He was wearing a lime green, exact copy, of what he' called his 'flounce'
dresses, the one that the ladies had laughed at him for wearing that day.
He'd discovered that he owned about six, all different colors.
"Out? Out in public?" He said, shaken.
"Yes! Do I need to tell you twice?" She asked in a short tone of voice.
"Oh no miss Claire. I'm sorry."
"Yeah. Well ok. But here, put this dress on - and these shoes. Now, they
belong to Madeleine. For god's sake don't dirty them or anything like
that."
"Oh no! I won't do anything like that, honest!" He answered excitedly.
She smiled, then helped him change out of his own dress and into
Madeleine's. It was of grey wool, in a fairly severe cut, a fairly high
collar, calf length skirt, black patent leather belt to match the shoes and
handbag.
"I'll need to go and put another collar on." He said, touching his fingers
to the green velvet band he was wearing around his neck. "This one doesn't
go with this dress."
"Oh. No need for that. Just take it off. You can put it back on when
you come back."
He was astounded. He could actually wear nice clothes, and he didn't have
to wear one of his collars? No one was going to put a leash on him and
lead him around? He felt absolutely giddy. Then he remembered. She'd
said 'come back'? Come back from where? He was even more astounded when
he found that he was going into town to drop off some dry cleaning and pick
some up.
"But who's coming with me?" He asked.
"Why should anyone go with you?" She replied.
"Well. Aren't you scared I'll run away?"
She put her hands on her hips and smiled broadly. "You? Run away! That's
the silliest thing I've ever heard. You're just the happiest little Sissy
I could imagine. No worries, your clothes all picked out for you? Four
women to boss you around. C'mon!"
"But.." He began.
"Pansy! Enough of this nonsense. It's time you got going. I don't want
you taking all day on this simple little errand."
"I'm, sorry Claire." He said meekly, dropping her an apologetic little
curtsey.
"That's much better. Now you'll need your license I guess - but I wouldn't
get arrested for speeding if I were you, though they might be nice enough
to put you in the women's jail." She smiled broadly. "But do me another
favor. Use your credit card to pay for the cleaning, will you?"
With that, she handed him his wallet. Stunned, he put it in his handbag
and found himself being escorted out to the car, and being given directions
to the dry cleaners. "Keys are in the ignition." Claire said then added.
"Oh damn. Just in case? Go into the little restaurant next door to the
cleaners - Dorothy's - I may leave a message for you there."
"Couldn't you leave it with the cleaners?" He asked.
"I could, if I could remember the name, but I know Dorothy's, so just stop
in there. Understand! Or do you want to stand and argue with me all day?"
Her voice was getting strained, which was a good sign that a spanking could
be in the offing, so he hastily apologized and jumped into the car.
Once underway, he could hardly believe it. He was free! He even had his
wallet and drivers license. Not only that, he had his credit card if miss
Claire were to be believed! But then another thought struck him. They
still had Joni in their power! If he escaped, maybe they'd harm her!
A little voice in his head was arguing. She'd been allowed out of the
house too. How come she hadn't attempted to escape as well? This stumped
him for a minute. Then he saw it. He'd been the hostage while she was
out! He sighed quite deeply. He was trapped. He'd have to go back! (The
little voice was sarcastically commenting that he seemed very pleased about
this, but he shut it up rapidly).
Following Claire's directions, he found the little mall where the cleaners
were. He felt strange getting out of the car. After all, this was his
first time in public, dressed as a woman. He was nervous for a second or
two, until he saw his reflection in a shop window. A slim, attractive
woman, nicely dressed and walking comfortably in high heels. Who would
guess?
The shop was empty of customers, but two pleasant faced ladies smiled at
him as he walked in. He went into his handbag and handed the receipt over.
One of them took it and started rotating the rack with all the clothes on
it. Then she stopped it and started taking the clothes off. He recognized
them as his - the flounces, the frills, the sluttish satin dresses... He
blushed. The lady looked at one of the tags.
"These are for Pansy. Is that right?"
He licked his lips. They had gone dry suddenly. "Yes." He replied
nervously. "Ok ma'am" she said pleasantly. "That'll be forty seven
dollars. How would you like to pay for it?"
"Credit card, if that's ok?"
"Oh surely." She said, waiting until he'd got it out of his wallet then
taking it from him. Then he saw her face as she saw the name on the card.
"Gerald? But that's a man's name ma'am. Is it your husbands?"
"Oh yes!" He cried. "How stupid of me. We must have got them mixed up
somehow."
The lady nodded sympathetically. "Perhaps you could call him? Ask him to
bring yours over?"
"Oh. I'm sorry! I can't - he's - he's out of town!"
A suspicious look crossed the woman's face, but quickly disappeared. "Well
"Oh yes!" He panted. "I surely appreciate it." With that, he signed the
receipt quickly. She looked suspicious again. "Ma'am? You did that very
quickly - and it's a perfect match. Are you sure this card is your
husbands?"
His lies were coming home to roost, but he had to try one more time.
"Yes." He said.
The lady spoke to the other. Sarah? It might be a good idea to call the
police."
He stared at her in horror, remembering Claire's taunting comments. "Oh
please don't!" He pleaded. "It's mine. Honestly!"
Sarah saw the terror in his eyes. "Maybe she's got a photo ID, a license
maybe?"
"Oh yes! Of course!" He bleated, delving into his purse again and
offering his wallet over, with his drivers license up for inspection.
The first woman picked it up and examined it. "But this picture is a man -
and his name is Gerald. Did you steal his wallet?"
He gave up. "I'm Gerald, but I dress like a woman now."
The woman called Sarah stared, then smiled. "There is a resemblance." She
said. "But who is Pansy?" The other woman persisted.
"I am." He admitted.
Sarah started to laugh. "Ok dearie. I'm starting to believe you. I won't
call the cops. Just come through into the back room and prove these
clothes are yours."
"How can I do that?" He asked.
She pulled one at random from the pile. "Put this on. If it fits. That'll
prove it."
Their reaction to the dress she'd chosen were the same as the women's at
home. The one she'd picked was the yellow edition of his 'flounce' dress.
Both of them howled with laughter and made him walk up and down a few
times. He almost fainted when Sarah suggested that, as he looked so nice
in it, he should wear it home. They relented however and let him change
back.
He breathed a big sigh of relief at getting away from there. Then, just as
he was loading his dresses into the car, he saw the sign for the restaurant
"Dorothy's". He'd lost a lot of his early confidence now as it was evident
that things he hadn't even considered could go wrong, as evidenced by what
had transpired in the cleaners.
He walked into the restaurant. Just a coffee shop, but clean. Two or
three customers were spread out arguing in one of the booths. Other than
that, there was only a rather plump black lady with a marvelous bright
smile, wiping down the counter. He smiled back.
"Good morning miss. Can I help with something?" She said.
"Oh yes, thank you. A friend of mine, Claire? Thought she might leave a
message for me with you."
The woman shook her head. "I'm sorry miss. Didn't leave a message for
you."
He started to thank her and leave, when she added "Leastwise, not unless
your name is Gerald?"
His heart dropped into his stomach. He turned around. "She sometimes
calls me that. Just for fun."
She stopped her wiping. Grinned at him. "You one of these Sissy boys,
likes to dress up like a woman? Now that I think on it, your voice is
kinda low?"
He gulped and nodded. Her smile widened. "Well, I must admit it, you sure
are a pretty boy, and I surely wish that I could get into that dress!" She
sighed, then continued. "Claire said she'd forgot to tell you, that you
have to go to Ellie's boutique. You've a dress to pick up there."
"I don't know where Ellies is." He admitted.
"Oh, just around the corner there, you could walk there in a couple of
minutes." She told him, then added "say hi to Claire for me, hear?"
And without thinking about what he was doing, he said. "Yes ma'am" and
curtseyed!
Her eyes widened, then she let loose a low throaty rumble - so infectious
that red faced as he was, he couldn't help but join in. She nodded her
goodbye and went back to wiping the counter. He gave her a little feminine
wave, then practically ran outside and into the car. He actually shook
with mortification. A few short weeks ago he was a respected - at least he
thought so - business man. Not too successful maybe, but things might have
been turning around. Now here he was dressed like a woman, acting like a
maid. Dropping curtseys to waitresses for god's sake! He was in half a
mind not to go to Ellies for Claire! Teach her a lesson!
He had no difficulty in finding Ellies. It was just around the corner as
Dorothy had told him. His bravado of thirty seconds earlier had evaporated
away like water vapor. Nervously, he parked the car and went in through
the front door, a tiny bell tinkling in the store somewhere. A tall woman
leant out from an office, a phone in her hand. "Be right there." She
said, smiling.
He nodded and looked around. It was bigger inside than he'd have imagined,
though it might have been artful interior decoration using different levels
of lighting to emphasize the silks, woolens, satins on display. He saw
some clothes that bore a distinct likeness to some of his more flamboyant
outfits. He didn't get any feeling that it was a terribly expensive place,
but the carpeting, the lighting, the artistry in the displays led him to
believe that it certainly wasn't cheap. His eye caught some movement at
the back of the store. One lady had just came out of the changing room and
was checking how a skirt hung in a mirror, with a young saleslady standing
by.
He knew what he was going to say to any saleslady that finally came to help
him. He'd had two instances of trying to hide who, and what, he was. In
so doing, he'd had two embarrassing situations to contend with. He wasn't
going to make the same mistake again!
His thoughts must have distracted him, because the tall lady was bearing
down on him, a slight smile playing around her lips. Before she could say
anything, he walked towards her and held his hand out.
"Ellie?"
"That's me." She said.
"I'm Pansy. Claire's friend? She said you'd a dress ready for me to pick
up?"
Her mouth went into a distinct 'O', then she shook his hand some more.
"Pansy! My goodness! We've made an awful lot of stuff for you. I'd never
have guessed!" She said, beaming.
"Because I'm a guy?" He asked uncertainly.
"Certainly not!" She smiled back. "You're far prettier than I'd thought
you'd be and anyway, lots of men who dress en femme like our flamboyance.
It's just that the dress you're wearing..." She paused.
"Is in a little better taste?" He asked, grinning.
She dipped her head, smiling. "You'll never hear me admit such a thing - I
never made it!" She said. Then she turned her head and called down to the
back of the store. "Estelle? Marie? Guess who's here! Pansy, Claire's
friend!"
And he saw the young blonde at the other end look directly at him, then say
something to the customer. She then called back into the changing room and
a younger, darker, sales assistant came hurrying up along with her, grins
all over their faces.
"You're Pansy?" The blonde said. "No! You're far too pretty!"
"That's what I said." Ellie said. "But he's here to pick up the latest
'creation'" putting some emphasis on the last word.
"Don't tell me. It's something really exotic." He groaned theatrically.
All three women laughed, nodding their heads in unison. Estelle said "how
can you wear these clothes we sell you? I mean, you must change at least
twice a day, and don't you feel uncomfortable in them? I mean, some of the
skirts we've made for you must be very restrictive.."
"Yeah! And how can you sit down on the pink satin one with the huge bow?"
Marie added.
"Girls!" Ellie admonished them. "You're embarrassing Pansy. Why don't the
pair of you get back to work. You've been curious about him. Now you've
met him, so say 'bye."
Both girls smiled and pretended to grumble, but went back down to the other
end of the store. Ellie said. "Your dress is all ready. Want to try it
on?"
He gulped. Oh please lord, no! He thought, but he managed to hide his
fear. "Don't think there's a need, is there? It's the same size as the
rest, isn't it?"
"Oh yes!" She said. "You're such a good customer, we have a custom dress
form for you, all of the clothes we make for you are fitted to it before we
send them out. C'mon over here, your dress is still on it as a matter of
fact."
He almost hiccuped in fright as he saw the creation on the dress form. It
looked something like Betty Grable may have worn in the movie 'Down
Argentine Way', a long black silk skirt, split almost to the crotch at the
front, both sides of the split and the hem trimmed with extreme yellow
ruffles the bodice a gleaming satin matching the ruffles on the skirt with
a 'V' neck and elbow length sleeves, with the neckline and sleeve 'cuff' in
black ruffles matching the skirt.
"Just the way you ordered it, right Pansy?" Ellie said proudly. "Honest,
we get more comments from our other customers when they see your dresses
being made. You sure do have exotic tastes!"
He looked at her, still somewhat in shock. 'Just the way he'd ordered it?
Surely they knew that he was being forced to wear..' His thoughts were
interrupted by Ellie. "The rhumba panties and turban will be ready
tomorrow. Want us to UPS them to you?"
He nodded, coming out of shock. "Yes Ellie. That would be just fine.
Thanks."
He managed to get out of the store, his dress wrapped in plastic, draped
over his arm. He'd paid for it with his charge card. Thought the price
horrific, but hadn't commented. As he drove homeward, his thoughts were
all over the place. These girls actually thought that he was the one who
had ordered all the stuff he'd been wearing! He'd been a curiosity to them
Joni met him as he came in the door, with all of his clothes. "Hi Pansy!"
She said. " Been out shopping for some more of your pretties? Took you
long enough! I've been waiting for the car, thought you'd never get back.
Give me the keys, huh."
He laid his packages down and went into his purse for the keys. She sidled
up beside him and whispered. "Pansy? I'd advise you to get going and
change into one of your proper outfits. In that dress you look almost like
a real woman - and we can't have that, can we?"
"I thought that maybe Linda wouldn't mind if I wore it for the rest of the
day?" He said softly.
Joni barked a short, raucous, laugh. "You're kidding, right?" But she
didn't wait for his answer, just walked out of the door, laughing.
He shook his head. Why had he come back? He must have been dreaming to
think that Joni was any kind of prisoner. She obviously could come and go
as she pleased. And who had he been kidding? Staying because he was being
held hostage? He must have been nuts!
Claire met him seconds later. "Back so soon? What kept you? Try your new
dress on at Ellies.?"
"No. I didn't think I needed to." He explained.
"That's fine. Just give me your wallet back. I'll keep it for you.
Better get to your room and get into something more suitable. Not your new
dress though. I know you must be dying to try it on, but I'll tell you
when it's to be worn."
"Ok Claire," he said, curtseying "but the panties and the turban for it
won't be here until tomorrow."
"Oh that's ok." She answered. "But after lunch is over, Madeleine wants
to meet with everybody. So wear something special."
He curtseyed again. "Yes Claire."
Upstairs in his room, he hung his cleaned dresses and his new one in the
closet, then sadly stripped off Madeleine's dress and shoes. He chose an
electric blue satin sheath dress that was very tight on him, and always
made him take the tiniest of little steps when he wore it. It wasn't that
he liked it that much, but the ladies always seemed in a better frame of
mind when what he was wearing forced him into an exceedingly feminine mode.
He remembered just in time to put his velvet collar on before leaving the
room to go downstairs.
He helped Claire prepare the lunch, then ate alongside her in the kitchen.
He heard Joni drive up while he was tidying the table, so knew she was
home. After lunch had been eaten by Joni, Linda and Madeleine, he tidied
up, while the ladies, Claire included, moved into the living room. He
presented himself nervously there about five minutes later.
"Very good Pansy!" Madeleine said nicely. "Why don't you sit down. It's
time we had a long talk. Told you what's going to happen."
She then got up and walked over to him, carrying what appeared to be a
photograph album. "Please have a look at these photographs, I'm sure
you'll find them most interesting."
He rifled through the pages, not altogether surprised by the contents.
They were all of him - dressing himself, putting makeup on, over Linda's
knees, being masturbated by Joni - he was the star attraction in every one.
He looked up. Smiled weakly.
Madeleine smiled back, and waved a bunch of credit card receipts. A
record of all your purchases - my but you've bought an awful lot of custom
dresses."
"I thought I'd only bought the one today." He replied, puzzled.
Linda spoke up. "Technically Pansy? You're probably right, but Joni
signed some, and you probably signed some before you even came to stay with
us here."
"I never bought any dresses before.." He started.
"Well." Joni butted in. "You signed some receipts before we ever got
here." She turned to the girls, laughing. "He used to be so pompous.
Sitting there like the lord of the manor, signing things where he'd no idea
at all of what he was doing." She looked back at him. "Sorry Pansy, but
you did buy a lot of feminine pretties that way."
He shook his head."But how could you have known that we'd get lost in the
snow, and find this place?"
All the women laughed, shook their heads. Joni sobered up first.
"Well, you see Pansy. It all happened like this. I could see that the
business your mother left you was going down the tubes because of your
total incompetence. I decided to bail out. Madeleine here was advertising
for a certified psychologist and I answered the ad."
"And happy I was to see her, I can tell you Pansy." Madeleine said "How
you never took advantage of her brains and work ethic, I'll never know -
but I'm sorry Joni, it's you that's telling the story."
"That's ok Madeleine." Joni said, then spoke to him again. "You see, at
first I was just going to divorce you, and come and work here. But one day
Linda was asking if their theory about providing a man for the patients to
look down on was viable. I got to thinking. You'd never been strong
physically, and you certainly weren't powerfully imposing in bed. I
started to wonder. Thought I'd suggest a way of getting you here.
"For an audition sort of thing." Claire interjected.
"And boy, did you pass with flying colors!" Linda added.
"But the snowstorm? How? Where?" He babbled.
"A little bit of auto hypnosis." Joni said. "The 'hike' was through the
park on the other side of the street."
"But the snow? That was real! I remember it well."
"Yes. The snow was real. The only thing was that it was only a few inches
deep at the most." She laughed. "God! It was funny to see you totally
convinced that we'd been caught in a raging blizzard - and, when you
started to sink into it, I damned near died laughing. You weren't very
brave my dear - it was there that I really started to think that my
assessment of you might be accurate."
"And, once we got you inside, the way you just laid there in my arms and
smiled as I made you over. Gave us some more verification." Linda added.
"You drugged me." He retorted. "I didn't know what was going on."
Joni grinned "Yeah, you sure were drugged - a little valium and a little
hypnotic suggestion. Trust me. If you'd really disliked what was being
done to you it would have shown, and we'd have stopped. But you didn't -
so we didn't."
Madeleine rose from her chair an approached him again. She handed him some
papers. "Before you read these" she said "consider this. That photo
album I gave you before is one of three - and I have all the negatives.
You paid for all of your dresses with your charge card. In town today, you
identified yourself as both Gerald and Pansy a couple of times. You picked
up your own dresses, admitting they were yours. You have two choices now.
You can stay on here as our employee, or you can go back to your old life,
minus Joni of course - she's basing herself here. I will tell you though,
if you take that option, we'd make sure that some of your ex-employees
would get a copy of your photo album."
"That's blackmail!" He said.
"My my!" Listen to little Pansy." Linda jeered.
"Pansy is absolutely correct Linda." Madeleine said softly. "If he took us
to court? Why I'm sure he'd have a good chance of winning. But think how
he'd look if the newspapers got a hold of the story - especially the
photographs. But I don't think it'll come to that, will it Pansy?"
"No miss Madeleine." he whispered, totally intimidated.
"Very good Pansy." Madeleine said. "Now, for these documents I gave you?
I'd like you to read them if you would. Take as long as you like. The
first is effectively you applying for a job with us, the second is a
statement we'll be making about you to all of our clients when they first
enter this house. From that, you'll get a very good idea of what your job
description will really be. The third is you transferring all power in
your company to Joni. Now, no one wants to cheat you but, from what's been
going on this last few weeks, it looks as if Joni is effecting a
turnaround: she may even manage a small profit this quarter - something
you've never managed. You'll be given forty five percent of the profits.
So, if you agree with what I've just said, why just sign all of the papers,
and you can become a fixed member of our little family here."
He read the papers quite closely, his face turning flame red as he read the
second one. When he'd finished, he spoke. "You expect me to turn my
business over to my wife and sign on as some kind of servant here?"
"Yes Pansy!" Linda said, smiling evilly. "We figured that you couldn't
resist a deal like that!"
He took a deep breath to rebut what she'd said.
"Pansy!" Linda said. "Stop being a pain in the ass! Sign the goddam
papers!"
"Yes miss Linda." He said, curtseying. Then did as he was told.
A few days later, he stood on the outside of the formal living room door,
listening nervously to the unusual amount of chatter coming from the room.
He knew that the first four clients of the new 'semester' were sitting
talking to Claire, Linda, Joni, and Madeleine. He'd heard all the
introductions and the job descriptions - how Claire was the housekeeper,
Linda the activities scheduler, Joni the part-time psychologist, and
Madeleine the administrator. He wasn't surprised then when the door
opened, and he heard Madeleine's voice, clearly now. "And the last member
of your supporting staff? Ladies, I'd like you to meet Pansy - our
resident male."
Claire fastened a leash to his collar and, trembling, he was led into the
room. His black skirt opening with every mincing step he took in his
platform shoes, and displaying his frilled rhumba panties, his breasts
bouncing softly, his peroxide hair falling from under the yellow and black
turban, in tight ringlets.
A rough circle of chairs had been formed for the women to sit on. He was
led into the center, where Claire handed him his leash, before going back
to sit in her chair. He noticed that the women were younger than he'd
expected - maybe thirty at the oldest. Two of them were quite attractive,
one was meek looking, and the fourth was rather dumpy. All of them wore
astonished expressions, which became even more so, when he curtsied to the
newcomers and said. "Good afternoon ladies. I'm Pansy, your servant."
The plump one spoke first. "Jesus it is a man! What is going on here! I
thought I was getting away from men by coming here..." Then her voice
tailed away for a second, and she laughed. "Oh, I see! This is some kind
of psych test you're running on us, eh?"
"No. It's not any kind of test." Madeleine said calmly. "He said that
he's here to serve you, and he's being absolutely truthful. I'll even add
the words "In any way you see fit". He's a submissive Sissy who'll do
exactly what you want him to do, and when you want him to do it. There are
some basic rules that I'll demand that you follow. Please listen
carefully. If you have any questions, I'll answer them later. Ok?"
The women all nodded, obviously fascinated.
"First of all. Pansy is a man and must never be allowed to forget it.
Under no circumstances is he to be addressed by a real woman's name. Pansy
or Sissy are preferable. You can call him by names normally associated
with females - honeybunch, cupcakes, sweetie - that sort of thing if you
prefer.
Next, you may find yourself in competition with him at any time - a game of
cards, billiards, checkers - whatever. If he beats you, he must be spanked
immediately. If you see him throw the game, same thing.
"That doesn't seem very fair." One of the better looking ladies said.
"Oh, that's all right." Joni answered. "He totally accepts that he's
inferior to women - any woman, and a spanking is in order to stop him from
getting uppity. Isn't that so, Pansy?"
He blushed. "Yes miss Joni."
"Ok." Madeleine continued. "Now lets talk about sex. You can use him as
you see fit, but it is mandatory that you always be in the upper position."
Here, she coughed delicately into her hand. "Though it will be up to you
whether he is facing upward or downward at the time."
All of the clients looked puzzled by her last comment, until the plump one
burst into laughter. "You gotta be kidding! Are you saying what I think
you're saying?"
"Yes dear." Madeleine said smoothly. "But a couple of very important
points. One: never get too rough. You may feel that you want to take out
some of your rage at the male sex on him - but please keep it down. No
whipping or out and out sadism. Same thing for direct sex. He's clean,
and totally free of any HIV problems - so if you have any problems in that
line yourself? Please consider your sisters and refrain from using him
that way.
"Sex and games? Anything else?" The lady who had been silent spoke up.
"Oh yes!" Claire said enthusiastically. "He's getting quite good with
hair and nails. He'll be the one responsible for taking care of your
undies - trust me, you'll like that service."
"Like a maid?" The quiet looking one said.
"Oh, absolutely!" Linda broke in. "He has some marvelous little maid
outfits. Just wait and see."
The four clients stared at him, goggle eyed. Madeleine continued her talk,
making recommendations as how to allocate his time amongst themselves, how
to make sure he was kept busy, how to use the leash. Finally, she
concluded. "As a small example of what we've been talking about, Pansy
will take you up to his room and show you the closet full of his pretty
outfits. One of you can pick what he's to wear until dinnertime. Will you
do that for the nice ladies Pansy?"
"Yes miss Madeleine." He said, curtseying prettily.
"Would it be possible?" The mousy looking one started, then stopped.
"Yes?" Madeleine asked gently.
"Could I get to take his leash?" She said, coming forward diffidently, but
with a glint in her eyes.
The end
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