Misunderstanding - Incomplete

I raced home from school that day after a pretty awful last day of term.

The new 'bob cut' I'd agreed to in a desperate attempt to win over Auntie Maureen had attracted a lot of unwanted attention. No matter what I did that morning to try to disguise and style it it still looked too feminine. Some other boys might have carried it off but with my already lightly plucked eyebrows and just a little too long nails I had already received enough scorn and derision. The usual boys and some of the girls openly abused me, and former friends shunned me either through disgust, or sheer embarrassment to be associated with me anymore.

It had been a pretty awful and lonely few months at school, being that weird British boy, but now I tried to clear my mind of all that the moment as I stepped through the door. I needed to focus and hurry if I was to be sure to not leave any excuse for Step-mum, and more importantly Auntie Maureen, to continue my torture.

I rushed through the big hallway and up the wide stairs up to my room. There was a time this house entranced me with it's relative grandeur, but lately it felt like a gilded cage.

To my shame the first thing that greeted my gaze in my room was the collection of clothes I had actually selected myself the previous night. This wasn't a time to fight or put up a fuss though, I'd learnt those lessons the hard way. I just had to humble myself a few hours more and....well hopefully it was all over

I quickly stripped myself of my school clothes folding them as neatly as I could in my rush into the trunk at the end of my bed. Just as I'd done for the last few months.

Naked I rushed into the en-suite donned the ridiculous pink shower cap to protect my hair and showered using the horrible scented soap Auntie Maureen had bought me.

Out of the shower, I patted myself dry on the huge fluffy white towel, catching a glimpse of my pink painted toe nails that I'd dared to wear to school just to save some time this evening. There may have been little chance of anyone seeing them, but it was still an uncomfortable time for a fourteen year old boy knowing all day how easily he could have been revealed as a one hundred per cent sissy, rather than just accused of being one. That was a gut wrenchingly significant difference.

Fearing to leave out any detail today I dusted myself a little with nasty floral talc Auntie so loved.

Back in my room I attempted the mental feat of blotting out that it was actually being me performing this ritual, as from the pile of underthings on my bed I pulled out a pair of peach shiny nylon panties with lace inserts. I was soon pulling up the waistband of what were probably the most feminine of panties in my punishment collection. And I'd actually chosen them for today. A sickening thought I too tried to submerge.

Like nearly all of these damned girl's clothes they always felt too small. I knew though that the panties were just a taster of what was to come as I struggled as quickly as I could to pull on the hateful peach Berlei long leg panty girdle. Eventually it was on and it gripped me in it's unrelenting embrace. I still imagined that it must be a several sizes too small.

But there was no time feel sorry for myself. The matching bra was next, and with no Step-Mum or Auntie around I dared to save time by hooking it up in reverse, and swizzling it around and putting my arms in the straps. Auntie had already ensured that the straps were well adjusted and it was soon into place. From the beginning I fumed at the pointlessness of a fourteen year old boy wearing a bra. I had nothing to support. This contraption however tugged and goaded my flesh to create a most humiliating cleavage, and it was well enough padded to give an unmistakable impression of a bust under clothes.

Worse still, for the last few weeks at the end of an evening in one of these contraptions, or worse still a whole day at the weekend, what Step-Mum called my 'puppy fat' remained still moulded into something resembling a breast for a considerable time after I took the damned thing off.

It was usually at this point, prancing around in panties, girdle, and bra that I felt that most distinct sense of defeat. And this was no exception, I'd submitted to their will.

I sat myself on the plush pink velour on the stool of the dressing table set that appeared in my room the same day my posters and aircraft models disappeared.

I held a fresh pack of stockings in my hand, and not for the first time. These were the seven denier Hane's nudes that Step-Mum raved about. It was with some trepidation that I opened them and rolled them up my legs. You only had so much as to look at these seven denier stockings and they snagged, this was not a time I wanted to be caught out with laddered stockings. None of the girls at school wore stockings, it was either socks or pantyhose, but Step-Mum and Auntie decided girdles and nylons 'teach the boy a better lesson'.

I set to fastening the stocking tops to the tabs attached to the panty girdle, they were so damned fiddly. There was disturbingly something humiliatingly comforting in the way stockings caressed my legs. I blushed even to have this stupid thought, and cursed myself for my weakness.

Now in stockings, panties, girdle, and bra, I was barely a boy anymore, the more so because there was nobody actually stood over me making me dress like this. Anyone who didn't know better would think I was doing this willingly, and my silent submission haunted and ridiculed me. But hopefully....hopefully this was the last time.

I glanced at the bedside clock, I hadn't much time, and certainly no time for such self indulgent thoughts.

My heart sank a bit at the thought of the dress I'd self selected. Pink floral taffeta with a wide skirt. Auntie thought it 'adorable' I thought it looked like something from the fifties and was sickeningly over feminine. But that was why I'd chosen it, she knew I hated it, I knew she loved it, and hopefully it was the last gesture to convincing her I'd learnt my lesson.

Firstly I pulled up the stupid tiered petticoats. White, fluffy, and lacy they screamed girl, and to my shame I'd spent nearly an hour with Auntie the previous weekend learning how to iron and starch them.

Petticoats on I climbed into the flimsy dress. Puffed sleeves slid up my bare arms, the bodice was tight, and it was a feat of stretching and wriggling to zip myself up from behind, and then fasten the little hook at my neck that locked me into this piece of femininity.

I now had a definite bust, and more disturbingly the outline of that stupid bra was clearly visible through the flimsy fabric of the dress. Like a silly girl I set to straightening my skirts over the petticoats, and it was all I could do to just hide the lace edges of the petticoats with the short hem of the skirts.

I really was in a panic of a rush now, as there was still quite a few things to do before I was 'presentable'. I looked around in vain for the shoes I'd be wearing. I was breathing heavier now in my panic, my breath constrained by the stupid bra, the panty girdle restricting my movement as I searched, and the petticoats were ridiculing me with their absurd rustling.

Suddenly I remembered, I'd kicked the awful shoes under the bed in annoyance the night before. I carefully, and rather abjectly bent down onto my stockinged knees to reach under the bed, fearful of laddering the damned nylons due to my ill considered act the night before. I reached out and retrieved the loathsome shoes.

Within seconds I was sat back on the dressing table stool forcing my feet into those horrible white patent kitten heels with their accusing open toes revealing my femininely painted nails under flimsy nylon. I fastened the straps and swizzled around to perform my last acts of self humiliation.

To my self-disgust I'd thought about make up the night before, and I'd set the cosmetics out ready to save time. I wanted to impress them but after some deliberation I'd decided to keep it simple. Better to do a good job, than try to hard and just be criticised, besides I had very little time.

I applied and smoothed in the Max Factor light foundation, rather too expertly for my own self esteem, as I watched myself carefully in the mirror. I applied the Maybelline frosted pink lipstick, leaving a tell-tale lipsticked stained pink tissue on the dresser, as I dabbed the lipstick between applications.

I breathed heavily through slick painted lips, as I tried to steady myself a little as I applied the Revlon black mascara. My Auntie's instructions rang in my ears as I tried to get even application without clumping. Pathetic long lashes batted back at me as I inspected my work. It wasn't too bad, and no time left to better it anyway.

A final light dusting of Cover Girl blusher, and my face was 'made up'.

I grabbed the big hairbrush to try to restore my horrible coiffure to last night's condition. Unsurprisingly, and ironically quite fortunately too, it took only a few brushes to look as girlish as I was unable to disguise this morning.

Another look at the clock. Just about enough time I estimated. I preceded to put on all the trinkets that completed my penance. First the silly gold butterfly necklace that was Step-Mum's 'when she was my age'. Then the ridiculous charm bracelet that Auntie took great and mystifying delight in adding to. I clipped on the pearl drop earrings which pinched my ear lobes dreadfully.

I tried to steady my breath again as I needed steady hands to apply the nail varnish I'd left till last. Experience had taught me you could barely touch or do anything with wet nails without smudging them much to my tormentors disapproval.

I opened the Maybelline frosted peach nail varnish and the harsh and unmistakable smell immediately hit my senses. Laying my hands flat I began to subject my nails to their own shame. I'd only time for one coat so it had to be good. I doubt any girl or woman had ever wanted to do such a good job on their nails as I did now.

Finally they were were done and not too bad really. Time was very short now so I waved my hands around in an effort to speed up the drying process. I caught a discomforting glimpse in the mirror of a bobbed made up girl in a prissy pink dress waving her hands girlishly. I cringed right down to my stupid nylon panties.

The nails were almost dry, I'd better go I thought. I stood up, and just avoided the now almost reflex action of smoothing down my skirts. My nails weren't quite dry enough for that yet, I made a mental note to sort that before I saw the two women.

I began to walk to the door, I had the multiple sensations of walking in heels, tugging nylons, and restrictive underwear. At the last moment I recalled it was Friday, and a very special Friday at that. On Friday's and weekends I was expected to wear perfume, which vigorous showers on Sunday night and Monday morning never fully erased to my satisfaction or sense of well-being.

I rushed back as fast as my heels allowed to the dresser and grabbed the Diorissimo Eau de Toilette in my painted fingers and liberally sprayed the evil stuff around my neck, on my wrists, and just for luck along my arms. Never ever before had I so reeked of the sickly stuff.

I sighed, my breathe full of the the floral scent, and headed for the door. My heart raced in hope and trepidation as I manoeuvred down the staircase in those one inch heels.

I click clacked along the hallway and corridor to Step-Mum's study. Stood before the door I prissily smoothed down my skirts, checked my stockings for ladders, and took a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in sweetie” called my Step-mum from the study.

Nervously I opened the door and stepped in, the click clack of my heels announcing me.

“Take a seat darling” she said gesturing to a chair the other side of her desk.

I caught Auntie Maureen's stern face beside her and forced a faint smile.

I sat very carefully, folding my skirts under me, and crossing my legs properly.

I earned a mild approving nod from Auntie Maureen.

Step-mum looked up from something she was reading and gave me a close look and a faint smile. That look when I was dressed like this always filled me with confused humiliation, ashamed to be dressed how I was, but despite myself a sub-conscious positive reaction to receive her approval at least.

“How was school honey?”

“Uh, er, fine” I said modulating my voice to what she called 'modest tones'.

“No bullying?”

“Erm, no..no” I answered nervously. Not so much more than usual I thought to myself.

She looked me over.

“I wasn't sure you'd have time to dress for us darling, but I'm so pleased you wanted to dress for us. Aren't you Maureen?”

She was always doing this, making out I wanted to dress for her. I'd raced home and dressed in record time because I knew she'd go ballistic if I wasn't dressed for Maureen. I forced a smile.

“Yes, I do believe the child is learning” said Maureen.

Her words made me more hopeful. This nightmare is almost over I thought.

“Well as you know the holidays are fast approaching..”

I nodded to Step-mum’s words.

“..and if I recall we were going to review your behaviour weren't we?”

“Yes” I nodded feeling hope rise.

“Well..generally...I've been pleased with your co-operation in your well deserved punishment. It was well deserved wasn't it?” she asked looking at me closely again.

“Yes, yes it was” I said, thinking I could agree to anything now because it's so very nearly over.

“If I recall our agreement was..err..petticoat punishment until the school holidays?”

“Yes it was” I nodded enthusiastically.

“That was if you'd learnt your lesson, and fully co-operated, of course”

“I have learnt my lesson” I added a little pleadingly.

“I'm sure you 'feel' you have sweetie” she responded with calm superiority.

“Now...” she seemed to be trying to recall something. “What was the proposed course of action should you still be a..ermm..'problem'”.

She looked at her notes.

I hated her when she was this clinical. Just get on and tell me I'm free at the start of the holidays I thought.

“Here we are”.

She read in silence. Auntie Maureen stare at me impassively. I bowed my head and examined my stupid varnished nails.

“Well it seems we were quite detailed” she said as if the details were completely new to her. She read her notes out loud.

“Summer with Maureen..and out of school until the New Year..more intensive feminisation..mild hormones..something about ear piercings, hair care..well no need to go into all that”

'No need to go into all that' the words reeled in my head. So this was it, freedom so very soon. I tried to look calm and not too self satisfied.

“So..” she said apparently about to sum up. “What were the agreed terms..ermm.. lesson learned, and co-operation.”

I nodded.

“Now darling I do think you have generally learnt your lesson, however, Maureen is less convinced.”

I looked to Auntie Maureen, she looked back impassively. Damn her, I thought, but if Step-mum is happy that's what matters.

“But..I'm your Mother now, so I respect what my sister says but in my opinion you are well on your way to having learnt your lesson.”

I smiled. Thank God I thought.

“In the area of co-operation I also have little personal concern. Looking at the sweet thing before me now who could?”

I squirmed, overjoyed at her words but crushed in shame equally.

“However...it has to be said that my sister has borne the bulk of the load in administering your..ermm..punishment, and I'm very grateful to her. In your heart of hearts you are grateful too are you not darling?” She awaited a response.

“Yes, yes..” I blushed furiously..”Thank you Auntie Maureen” I added lowering my humiliated head to my lap again. I told myself to stay calm, it's so very near the end.

“Unfortunately...” added Step-mum

My brain jerked at the word, I tried not to jump to conclusions and held my breath.

“....Maureen reports several incidents where you were less than co-operative. To be fair, less so recently...but spitting, screaming, tantrums, disobedience..” she sighed.

“In my sister's opinion the best way forward, for all of us is to let her have you for intensive training until the New year as agreed”.

“No..no..” I blurted tears forming in my eyes, my calm resolve shredded.

“I haven't finished yet!” She raised her voice angrily. “I never said I agreed to my sister's plan did I?” she added as if addressing an impulsive child.

“Oh..no..I'm sorry I'm sorry” I burned red with frustration at my ill judged outburst.

“Although that little reaction rather undermines your case young man.”

I nodded meekly and mouthed another 'sorry'.

“Anyway, now I feel a little more confident in my final decision. Maureen will NOT have you in training until the New Year...”

I sighed my relief and couldn't resist a surreptitious glance at Auntie Maureen's reaction. Her face remained stony calm and I lowered my gaze feeling my stupid mascaraed eyelashes fluttering to my great annoyance.

“However...”Step-mum added to my surprise.

I stole myself not to react stupidly again and breathed in and held my breath.

“..however..I can't altogether ignore my sister's troubles with you..and such disrespect can't go unpunished..”

I gulped and prayed for the mildest punishment.

“..so you will stay with Auntie Maureen over the holidays, we all will in fact..”

My heart sank, but maybe she didn't mean what I thought, not if we are ALL staying with her.

“Like...this' I stumbled, gesturing to my dress and everything.

“Yes dear..JUST over the holidays...no more.” She added smiling as though I'd be overjoyed.

I felt tearful and clutched at the minor reprieve. My chin trembled but I tried to be strong, to control my disappointment.”

“Maureen has rented a gorgeous chalet in the mountains and we are staying all summer long. Isn't that generous of her?” She smiled at her now smug looking sister.

I nodded my disingenuous thanks, unable now to speak.

“Well I'm glad you are pleased about the chalet because I've arranged these last three weeks off school for you so you can help Maureen get the place all spick and span for when Timmy and I can join you”.

“We leave tomorrow” added Auntie Maureen breaking her silence, and gazing an open smile in my direction.

“Three...weeks?..” I almost screamed in cruel bitter disappointment.

“Now don't make a fuss, darling” Said Step-mum in her coolest condescending tone. “In just nine weeks all those dresses and things will just be a sharp reminding memory. It is for your own good, but I'm sure it's preferable to staying in dresses until the New Year is it not?” She stared me out demanding a response.

My nose ran, my eyes filled and burned with running mascara, and my throat was full. “Yes..it is” I finally managed to get out.

“Don't worry about packing and preparing, I've already packed all you will need dear” Added Auntie Maureen in her sweetest most annoying tones.

That explains why some clothes were on the bed for me and some make up left out, but all the drawers and wardrobes were locked. I'd foolishly hoped it meant they'd taken all the stupid stuff away for good.

“Well that's good isn't it?” Said Step-mum as if suddenly finding a golden rainbow.

“He's a little upset Greta” Auntie Maureen explained to her sister in a compassionate whisper. “You think I'd better take him for a lie down and clean him up?”

“If you think so Maureen. My, what a fuss. Really all I've done is just told him it's all over in a few weeks”. Added Step-mum looking at me like I was stupid.

“Well sister I did try to tell you he's still full of male pride and arrogance. If I had my way” she stifled her comment with a sigh....”but we'll do what we can in the next nine weeks, we'll do all we can”

Auntie Maureen handed me a clean lacy hankie and took my arm.

“Let's clean your face and leave you to rest and reflect a while in your room.”

In a half daze I let Auntie lead me by the arm out of the room. In the hall we passed a muted Tim. I could not meet his gaze as Auntie led her feminised pet up the stairs.

In the room, in complete silence, she casually stripped me of my dress and slip. Once again I was bared to her gaze in a crushingly humiliating girdle, stockings, and bra. Sitting me down at the dresser she efficiently cleaned off my make up still in silence.

“You'd better lie down and rest, and think how lucky you are your Stepmother is so forgiving. I'll be up later to help you get made up again.”

I lay on the bed obediently. She switched off the light and exited the room, shutting the door silently behind me.

I cried silent tears into the pillow. Stupid stupid punishment. Why do they do this to me? I hated the tightness of the bra, the horrible constriction of the ridiculous girdle, the tug of stockings, and the sickly feeling of wearing real girl's panties under all this.

Auntie Maureen is a bitch I thought, she just wants a pathetic pet doll. I won't do it any more, I won't.

The tears flowed more. I wanted to tear off all the ridiculous clothes but did not dare to.

After a while the tears eased.

I tried to think clearly. Just nine weeks I told myself. Nine weeks. Auntie Maureen won't be so bad when Step-mum is about I told myself. Just three tough weeks with her on my own first. I can make it, just don't fight her, ignore her cruel little tricks. Step-mum is on my side. If it wasn't for that bitch Maureen it would be over now.

I can see Step-mum thought what I did was bad, but I never got chance to explain, and the more I tried the more she was convinced I was full of 'male pride and arrogance'. That bastard Tim never stood up for me, I'll get him back one day. It's no good going over this, just nine weeks and it's over.

I shed a sad regretful tear. I really really thought it was over now. I sighed and wiped my face on the wet pillow. Just be strong I told myself, and it will be over, Auntie Maureen isn't my parent, Step-mum is, and she's now on my side.

Tired emotionally I drifted into a fitful sleep.

An hour later I passively let Auntie Maureen dress me and make me up again.

“You did quite a good job making yourself up before, I meant to commend you in front of your Mother but forgot after your borish outburst . But when you have been in the beauty business like I have dear you can spot clumpy mascara, and smudged lipstick. Well we have all Summer to get it perfect don't we?”

“Yes Auntie” I responded obediently at the prompt of her releasing the lipstick she was applying to me just after her question.

“Yes we do” she smiled, now intently finishing the application.

The evening passed in dull numbness. I 'yes' and 'no'ed' to order. I sat prettily, ate what I could prettily, blanked out Tim's gloating looks, blanked out Step-mum's and Auntie's wittering as much as I could.

Declared 'tired after a trying day' I was, with some little relief, sent to bed early ready for my 'big day' tomorrow.

In a dull daze I undressed and removed the silly make up applied to me only a few hours before. I rubbed in the night cream that Auntie insisted upon barely able to face my reflection.

On the bed was a brand new shortie nightie in layers of peach organza, and some depressingly familiar matching ruffled panties.

As I pulled up the panties a tear escaped me despite myself. Things had looked so hopeful earlier I'd half expected to be putting on my old pyjamas tonight even though it was a weekend. Now there was nine more weeks of this humiliating nonsense.

I snuggled into bed. I wanted to at least pull off the ridiculously feminine panties, I could put them back on before dawn. But what if I overslept and Auntie caught me without them, she'd stir up all kinds of trouble for me.

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Dawn soon rose to Auntie drawing the curtains and I'd spent the whole night like a 'good girl' in ruffled panties and floaty nightie. She smiled widely as she revealed me from under the bedclothes.

“Wake up sleepy head” she purred obviously very happy.

She examined my nightwear approvingly. “The moment I saw that set I just had to get it for you dear.” she gushed.

“Thank you Auntie” I said in a dull response.

She actually let lose a surprised smile.

Don't fight her, don't fight her, I kept telling myself.

After my bubble bath, pat down, talc, and liberally spray of perfume, it was with a resigned lack of surprise that a newly bought set of 'lingerie' awaited me. Cream silk panties with rosebud embroidery, a new cruel and constricting ivory long leg girdle, a matching padded bra which humiliatingly forced a cleavage out of my none existent breasts, fresh seven denier nylons 'for a pleasant journey'.

All these I let Auntie fuss and coax me into, holding back my disgust and forcing myself to obey.

Hanging form the wardrobe a canary yellow flowery summer shift dress with sweetheart neck and puffed sleeves was her obvious delight.

“I bought this at the very beginning of the summer season darling, I sooo knew it would suit you.”

She danced the ridiculous dress before me on it's hanger in obvious pride, and rapture. Then as if I cared she whisked it away from me and hung it over the big cheval mirror.

“But you need a nice petti first don't you dearest?”

I need away from you crazy woman I thought. I merely nodded, despite my resolve it would sicken me to play up any more to her ridiculous play acting.

Fortunately she was blind to my reaction so high was she on her game.

From behind the bedroom trunk she whisked out a humiliating white starched petticoat in a flourish.

“Dah, dah..isn't it just adorable? Three tiers of tulle..” she gushed..” it will show off the skirt of the dress to perfection. I can't wait to see..come along now step in” she commanded, kneeling before me the odious petticoat open for me to step into.

Feeling utterly pathetic and weak I stepped into the garment obediently. She fussed with the waistband and fluffed out the stiff layers of tulle with obvious delight.

Before I could even let the shame sweep over me she was eagerly presenting the dress before me.

“Bend your knees a little dear, you make such a tall girl.”

I bent feeling the tabs tug on my stockings, ruffled a little at the 'tall girl' remark.

“Arms up now darling”

I raised my arms and the dress at least soon covered the ignominy of my feminine under things.

The petticoat flared the skirt of the dress out alarmingly to my eye. I felt a wave of embarrassment as I felt myself trying to tame the petticoat down with my hands in an unmistakeably involuntary feminine gesture.

“Don't mess your petti's dear, let me fasten you in and Auntie will straighten your hems for you.”

I felt her zip me from behind into my girlish prison for the day, then fussed with a sash that served as a belt tied in a neat bow behind me.

“There..” she sighed, standing back a little to admire her handiwork. She primped the petticoat a little and seemed satisfied. The skirt still felt enormous and finished at my knees making me realise I'd be on edge all day for fear of revealing tell tale stocking tops.

I'd reached that numb stage now where the edition of newly bought light mustard kitten heels with silly silver buckles barely added to my mortification.

As ever Auntie did a thorough job on my make-up and nails. I silently suffered the humiliation. My hair, the longish hair that caused me so many problems at school, she expertly teased into a feminine sweep held in place by garish yellow barrettes. Some clip on pearl earrings, and a pearl necklace completed my ritual humiliation.

I was declared ready, and made to face my reflection in the full length mirror. I saw a tall overly made up girl in an over feminine vivid yellow dress. No trace of boy remained. I forced back any tears and reminded myself of the need to just survive the next few weeks.

We came downstairs and Stepmum went into raptures over my 'travelling trousseau'. I blushed furiously as she fussed with my skirts, cooed over my 'gorgeous petticoat', and gushed to her sister about her 'impeccable taste.'

“It's very much your fault Robin that you are dressed like this, but you are lucky you make such a lovely girl..we both wish we had those lovely long legs don't we Maureen?”

“Yes Greta dear, I'd wear seven denier nylons more often too.”

“Seven denier?” she stroked my leg, I involuntarily flinched,”Oh seven denier snag so easily you must be careful sweetie.” She added looking at me as if she was giving me generous motherly advice.

“Well I thought he'd be in the car most of the day so why not risk more luxurious stockings” added Auntie Maureen whilst Stepmother continued to look me over like a prize exhibit.

All this while I felt Tim's gloating presence in the room, lapping up my humiliation and shame. I avoided his eye because If I faced him I'd either crumble into tears, or want to strangle his stupid grinning face, either of which would not help my case.

We sat to breakfast. It was the usual paltry 'girl's rations' but I wasn't at all hungry so it mattered little. I was made to follow the usual silly game and fix my lipstick after eating.

As I performed this task, in the hall mirror I caught Tim's face give a long look of disgust at my poofy skirt. What hurt most was knowing this look that so clearly said 'pathetic sissy' wasn't just to annoy me, he didn't know I'd see it. It hurt bitterly to think that's how he viewed me in reality. What raced through my mind was his own mother had never treated him like this, so why did she pick on me, was I really so pathetic? I fought back thoughts of rebellion, I must just get through I encouraged myself now with somewhat less conviction.

Prior to leaving I was handed a light mustard clutch bag in soft leather which matched my shoes. Auntie Maureen announced over loudly that she'd 'thoughtfully' packed it with a hankie, my lipstick, my compact, nail file, spare nylons, and a pretty new perfume.

I gripped the detestable thing and forced a weak smile in supposed gratitude.

At least six cases and trunks had appeared in the hall. Did I have all this stuff?

So much was there that I had a creeping hope my boy's things might have been packed too.

Stepmum asked 'our strong little man' to place my cases into the car 'like the gentleman he is'. Like a silly weak girl I had to watch him place my cases of pathetic girl's clothes into Auntie's station wagon.

I was, despite myself, relieved to be going. 'Let's get this farce over' I thought to myself, 'three tough weeks alone with her, then just six easier weeks to freedom.' I involuntarily swept my hand over my teased and 'barretted' hair, imagining my soon to be neat crew cut.

Step-mum gushed and hugged me close. I humiliatingly left a trace of lipstick on her face. I was made to hug the odious Tim. He surreptitiously and deliberately traced with his creepy fingers the outline of my bra on my back just to add to my discomfort, I flushed in a mixture of anger and shame.

Finally we were in the car. I waved back to my Step-mum like the silly girl they wanted me to be. I think she might actually have been crying. It's me that should be crying I thought bitterly.

“You've got lipstick on you cheek, clean it off dear..” said Auntie brusquely not taking her eye off the road “..a girl should really notice these things, it shouldn't take me to tell you Robin” she added disapprovingly.

Like the pathetic girl I was for the next nine weeks I pulled down the visor to reveal the vanity mirror, and with the silly lacy hankie from my clutch-bag I proceeded to wipe off the traces of Step-mum's lipstick.

Auntie nodded her approval, and I replaced the hankie in the clutch-bag and flipped the visor back.

We proceeded for some time in silence.

Nearing lunch time we pulled into a roadside diner. I felt my stomach tighten as I had before when 'presented' like this in public. I would die if exposed as a boy dressed as a girl, but I knew I had to shame myself by being girlish to avoid detection.

Auntie immediately added to my shame by immediately fussing at my 'crushed pettis” in the parking lot. I imagined the whole restaurant enjoying the scene.

So we entered my face already flushing.

“Oh what a lovely dress!” said the mature waitress immediately on greeting us. I felt all feminine eyes turn to me and lowered my head.

“Thank you” I mumbled softly.

“She's English and terribly shy” explained Auntie.

“Awww..but she looks such a pretty picture, an English rose” gushed the woman.

I was glad to be seated.

The meal passed not too badly. Auntie seemed thoughtful and did not even bother to engage me in 'feminine conversation' which was one of her cruel tricks in public.

At the end of the meal I was forced to join the queue at the ladies to 'powder my nose”. I queued 'skirt to skirt' with the women and girls for my turn, receiving two more unwanted compliments about my 'lovely dress'.

In the cubicle I had a ridiculous struggle with petticoats, girdle, and panties. I had little choice but to sit with all the frou frou about me. It seemed to take ages to get everything back in place. I exited the cubicle flushed again expecting angry waiting faces but none of the women appeared concerned.

I found a space at the mirror to 'fix my lipstick'. I so wanted to get out of there fast but I knew Auntie would only make me do my lips again in front of everyone in the restaurant if I didn't do a careful job.

An elderly lady beside me gushed about my dress again. Trying to smile politely and apply lipstick wasn't easy.

“So many girls nowadays want to look like men, wearing jeans and whatever, I've no idea why honey.” she added to my mortification.

My make up fortunately passed Auntie's inspection, and we paid and continued on our way.

Auntie was chattier now. She explained how she knew the area where we were staying very well, she'd had her last nursing job there before moving onto her beauty career.

She told me she had plenty of old friends nearby, and a former client of hers had given her the use of the chalet virtually rent free. A 'very dear friend' of hers still ran the best beauty salon in town, an old nursing friend still lived nearby with her little boy, and the lady who so generously loaned her the chalet lived in the biggest house in the district.

I feigned interest but I was still brooding at my predicament and struggling to hold my resolve to just see it through.

The landscape got hillier and more scenic. We passed through woods, and green valleys, and tiny little towns, and past beautiful lakes and rivers. If it wasn't for the circumstances this would be a great place for a holiday I thought.

Hills turned to rounded and accessible mountains, wooded almost to their tops. We took a turn off the highway and headed higher. I noticed we passed a turning to a small white clapper-board town nestling in the valley.

“That's where I used to live” commented Auntie with a smile.

Not much further on we turned off into a gravel drive which rose steeply for a few hundred yards. Once over the brow we were immediately greeted by a huge wooden house, too big to be a chalet really, excepting it was obviously constructed in wood.

It was nothing like I imagined. It was beautiful, a series of pretty balconies and verandas, huge picture windows, overlooking a pretty clipped lawn and specimen trees.

We scrunched to a halt on the gravel.

I got out feeling the cooler clear mountain air under my skirts.

“I packed you a small overnight bag dear” she said taking a small valise from the trunk. “Megan's boy can unload the rest when they drop over tomorrow.” she explained.

I was still so stunned by the location I didn't even react to the slur on my manhood that I couldn't unload the luggage.

I followed Auntie to the beautiful glazed double front door, a little unsteady in heels on the loose gravel.

She stepped right in.

“No need to lock doors here“ she laughed.

We entered a light airy hall. A beautiful wooden staircase. Lovely polished wooden furniture, and a huge vase of fresh flowers on a side table.

“Welcome to your Summer home” she announced proudly.

She immediately set to giving me the tour. The place was huge. Downstairs a large modern airy kitchen, you could eat there, but there was also a grander dining room, there was a TV room, a huge comfortable 'salon', a study for 'Step-mum', a laundry room, and a few smaller rooms who's use I forgot in the awe of the place.

Circumstances being different I would have been blown away.

We climbed the beautiful stairs. “I've had chance to personalise our rooms a little, my friend Dorothea has generously loaned me some furnishings, and I've

added a few touches myself.

Firstly she showed me Step-mum's room. Huge and airy, light pine furnishings, and pretty bedding in pastel shades. It looked so sophisticated and expensive.

The room led to a beautiful large en suite which led to a connecting door. Despite myself, although not exactly gushing I had to show I was impressed.

“I've put Timmy next door, that way there's one less bathroom to clean to begin with.” Auntie explained.

We stepped through the door. Timmy had an equally large room set in a sort of country bunkhouse style. Tartan bedding and upholstery, strong stripped pine bed and furnishings. It was stylish without being too feminine.

“It's very nice” I offered.

“You think Timmy will like it?” she asked casually.

“I'm sure he will” I smiled.

We exited his room and a little further along the corridor entered Auntie's room.

The room was just as big as the others, if not bigger. A little like Auntie's room in her own home but posher. Pale pink bedding and upholstery, lovely cherry wood furnishings. A make up table awash with cosmetics. A side table with pictures of her friends. A big one of Step-mum, a smaller one of Tim, a few friends I did not recognise, and to my shame a big picture of me 'en femme' in a detestable pink floral outfit actually smiling under duress.

She threw the double doors open to her balcony, and let in the cool fresh air.

“Isn't it lovely?”

“Yes..erm..it is..and a lovely view” I added looking out at the wooded scene beyond.

“You have the same view honey” she smiled.

We entered the adjoining en suite, which was actually two rooms, a claw foot bath, a huge shower, double hand basins, and a separated loo and bidet. The bathroom was full of lotions, perfumes, and scented soaps as you might expect in Auntie's bathroom. There were fluffy white towels initialled with a red 'M', and fluffy pink towels initialled with a red 'R'. Stupidly at the time I did not note their significance.

“You room leads off our bathroom” she announced, holding the handle to the adjoining door with some obvious anticipation.

She opened the door in a flourish, with a sinking heart I stepped into fairyland.

It's hard to describe the first impact of that room, the white lace, drapery, bows, flounces, heavy floral perfume. I'll try to describe this prison piece by piece, although that first felt just like a wave of humiliating femininity.

The centrepiece was a large four poster, draped with netting, and white lace. A silky ivory bedspread with generous lace edging, scattered with satin cushions each a subtle off shade of ivory. A huge deep pile cream rug covered most of the polished wooden floor. Ivory drapes at the window sagged under flounces and bows. Two huge wardrobes in white and gold detail filled one side of the room, their huge mirrors framing the astonished girlie boy in the bright yellow dress. A matching cheval mirror caught my reflection in full profile as I tried to avoid the intimidating wardrobes. A huge bureau of a dressing table filled one corner, also in white and gold, with a copious swivel mirror above it, and a plush ivory chair in place before it. A huge chest of drawers nearly up to chest height almost completed the ivory and gold ensemble. There was another chair to match, and two bedside cabinets. Lastly were two comfortable looking but overly plush and prettified armchairs in white silk with lace adorned cushions. By the armchairs was a simple side table, draped in lace, proudly displaying a gilt framed close up of me that day Auntie did her first, proper makeover on me.

In all I was stunned.

“I've worked really hard on this” Auntie Maureen announced proudly.

'So this is my prison for the next nine weeks' I thought fighting back tears of self pity.

In a daze I somehow made it through the evening. The house was very beautiful. We explored the huge garden surrounded by woods, if it wasn't for my punishment I was sure I'd love it here.

Bedtime brought a hateful ivory baby doll nightie and panties. The nightie was six layers of diaphanous nylon, very short, with ruffled shoulders and small pink bows, the panties were three tiers of material and six layers of lace ruffles, finished with a small pink bow at the front. This little ensemble was the perfect match for the hideous surroundings of my bedroom.

In a fit of small rebellion I took off the hateful nightie and panties, intending to put them on again before dawn, but at least to pass the night with some male

self-respect intact. My sleep was fitful, I imagined Auntie coming through the adjoining door to check on me, and an awful scene ensuing when she found how I'd disobeyed her.

Trepidation getting the better of me I put the wretched nightwear back on in the dark, and slept soundly.

I blushed violently next morning when just before my bath Auntie noted my panties were on back to front.

“I didn't hear you in the bathroom dear..” she said, testing the temperature of my bubble bath, “but really there's no need for a girl to take her panties right off to use the potty. Anyway we'll start some more thorough hygiene lessons soon, but don't let it happen again!”

I was relieved to get off so lightly and entered the bath feeling a little easier knowing Auntie had nothing so far to hold against me.

Auntie prepared me thoroughly but quickly, reminding me that Megan and her young son were due after breakfast.

“We'll wash your hair tonight dear when we've more time. I'll do your make up and fix your hair, we can begin lessons tomorrow when we've got the day to ourselves.”

Can't wait, I thought sarcastically.

The small 'overnight' case revealed a brand new set of awful pale pink low cut girdle and matching padded bra, diaphanous pale pink panties, and a pack of sheer nude nylons.

Once dressed, and tucked into this most uncomfortable set of underclothing she came from her room triumphantly flourishing a crisp white dress on a padded hanger.

“I've been hoarding this for you for some time” she smiled, now obviously in her own world where this kind of news was going to please me!

“It has a built in petti see” she said patting the poofy skirt.

Soon I was zipped in the awful confection. The skirt was slightly longer, and a little less poofy than yesterday's horror, so that was some relief. The bodice was tight and showed off my humiliating false bust created by the constricting padded bra.

Auntie drew attention to the narrow short sleeves. “Careful not to show bra straps honey, I'll expect you to check regularly in the mirror.”

Oh boy, just what I needed. I returned a blank nod.

Thankfully my shoes were some familiar white ballet flats “..for in the house..” which in the scheme of things was the best I could hope for.

Auntie did her magic with my hair, adding two mother of pearl barrettes. My make up she did relatively light, although my eyelashes finished heavy with mascara as usual. Yesterday's pearl necklace, clip ons, a last spritz of perfume and the ordeal was over.

We made breakfast together, we both donned dreadful organza and lace aprons which it appeared 'we simply must' wear when working in the kitchen.

I bravely unfastened the apron before sitting to breakfast. I wasn't going to get caught in it when Auntie's friend and young boy arrived.

Auntie eyed me suspiciously then, to my relief, followed suit taking off her own apron and hanging it with mine, not before straightening up the way I'd hung mine with a minor 'tut' to herself.

We'd barely finished breakfast when a car crunched onto the gravel drive. My stomach knotted at the thought of meeting these strangers 'en femme'.

I stood nervously in the hall with Auntie as our guests arrived.

Megan was medium height slightly overweight but smartly and femininely dressed like most of Auntie's friends I'd seen photos of. Her hair was platinum blonde, in a neat up-do, her make up well accomplished making her age difficult to guess, perhaps late forties. She hugged Auntie affectionately.

But the real shock was her so-called little boy. A tall teenager of a boy, taller then me, scarecrow like with a shock of almost white hair, very pale skin, huge eyes, not exactly an ugly boy but very unique and gawky.

“You remember Vincent, don't you Maureen, my little boy.” She said in a soft rich voice.

“Oh yes, but my he has grown, I imagined he was still a little boy,” said Auntie looking him over.

“I'm, err, nearly sixteen ma'am” he said proudly if a little nervously, his country tones matching his appearance. “Where's the boy that's been bad?” he said looking through me, and beyond the hallway for the culprit.

“Right here..” said Auntie holding my arm, my face lit red at his astonished face.”

“She..err..that..he..isn't a girl, is a boy?” he said dumbfounded, now staring me out with his palest blue eyes seemingly penetrating right through to my humiliating lingerie.

“Don't be fooled by appearances Vincent” said his Mother switching to a serious and harsh tone. “I've heard all about this creature, his punishment is lenient in my opinion, and you are too young even to know the disgusting details of his debauchery.”

Her stern look penetrated me to the bone.

“Oh dear” said Vincent lamely, trying unsuccessfully to fix me with a defensive glare.

“Be very wary of this pervert“ she spat out the word 'pervert', “and God willing you can be an example to him”.

“Yes, I'll try Mother” he replied proudly.

“This is the type of boy that kept you out of school, Vincent. You know my boy had to be home-schooled because of beasts like you?” she said staring me out as if I was personally responsible.

“Well we'll talk more about why he's being punished later Megan dear..” said Maureen trying to calm the atmosphere a little..”Robin at least greet to our

guests. You can call Megan Miss Roberts, and Vincent, just Vincent.” she smiled.

I fought to recover any self-respect I had left, and said a little choked but in my best 'moderated tones' “Hello Miss Roberts, hello Vincent.”

“She even sounds like a girl!” he giggled, his face screwing up in an odd laugh.

I made hidden angry fists, somewhat self mocking though, as I was acutely aware they contained carefully pink varnished nails.

I was sent to make tea and did not escape the dreadful apron after all.

We sat and drank tea at the front veranda watching poor Vincent unload my luggage from Auntie's car. I almost laughed. He was by no means strong and puffed and panted and reddened under the exertion. I felt sure I could have done it easily.

Megan and Auntie had only been in touch again recently and most of their conversation still consisted of catching up on old times. Having deposited my luggage in my room Vincent joined us, looking proud but red in the face.

“That's a very pretty room Ma'am” he said addressing Auntie.

“I went to a lot of work to get it just right..” smiled Auntie..”and you can call me Aunt Maureen if you like..I'm not really your Aunt, but once your Mother and I were like sisters.”

He looked to his Mother for approval, receiving her nod, he gave his gawky smile,”I'd love that Aunt Maureen”.

“I want to see this room too Maureen” exclaimed Megan.

“Yes, of course you will. Actually I was thinking we could take Robin up after our tea to administer the first of his medicaments. You did managed to get all we needed?”

Megan patted her large handbag. “Syringe, vials, swabs all here. I have a combination of antiandrogen, estrogen, and progestogen. I added a mild tranquilliser as we discussed dear, and..” she seemed conscious of my attention now, and lowered her voice a little..”and the other things we discussed.”

“Medicines?” I asked, alarmed enough to risk Auntie's displeasure by my question.

“The hormones dear” said Auntie matter-of-factly, “That we discussed with your Mother” she added at my continued enquiring look.

“The female hormones?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes darling” she responded, “Megan was a nurse up until recently dear, and she's very kindly gone to the trouble of getting all the things that you will need.”

“And I'm going to be a doctor” piped up Vincent annoyingly.

“Yes dearest” smiled Megan at her son, “You'll make a fine doctor..”

“But, but..” I interrupted.

“But what dear?” asked Auntie in apparent puzzlement.

“But..” I reddened in anger and embarrassment “..but we never agreed to this..this was..was..was if I was going to stay with you to the New Year.” I finally stuttered out.

“You see, Vincent” said Megan as an aside, “the nasty boy is coming out now”

Vincent nodded gravely.

“Really, really Robin.” Said Auntie Maureen in mild reproof “I'm pretty sure we did agree this, but I don't see the fuss anyway!” She looked to her friend for support. Megan shrugged her shared frustration.

“Any tiny changes won't be permanent after just nine weeks will they Megan?”

“Of course not.” She said, looking at me horrified at my insolence.

“If anything happens at all, there will be a mild increase in breast tissue, some minor fat rebalancing, and a drop in bothersome libido. All that will wear off very shortly after the treatment ceases. In fact the treatment will do you a great favour, making your punishment much easier to bear mentally, and I've even added a mild tranquilliser at your Aunt's suggestion to ease your way further.

Your Aunt is being very reasonable, too reasonable. There are some permanent treatments she could choose which a lot of people, me included, would think would better fit your crime.”

“You see dear? Nothing to worry about” smiled Auntie sweetly.

I bit my lip. I wasn't powerless, I wasn't. It took a lot of nerve, but finally I burst.

“I want to talk to my Mother about his!” I cried.

“Well really!” tutted Megan.

“She doesn't sound like a girl now” giggled Vincent, receiving a disapproving look now from his Mother.

Auntie Maureen eyed me coldly. “Very well. Vincent be a dear and bring the phone out from behind that door, there should be enough lead.”

Auntie let me dial. I was trembling emotion. Thankfully it was Step-mum and not the odious Tim who answered. She seemed surprised at my call, but asked me how the place was. In frustration I tried to quickly say it was fine, nice place, nice view, blah.

“Are those modest tones Robin?” she said referring to voice.

“Sorry” I said sweetly, colouring up.

“Is something wrong sweetie?”

“Well, err yes. Mother, did we, did we..”I began to stumble..” we didn't agree to me having medicines did we?”

“Medicines?” she asked puzzled.

“Yes, hormones,“ I said, still unfamiliar with the term.

“No, I don't think so dear.”

I felt a minor glow of triumph.

“That was if you were very bad, and we agreed you hadn't been.” She added to my further joy.

“Well..” I dared risk contradicting Auntie now, “Auntie says we did.”

There was a moments silence.

“She did?” she asked.

“Well..” I decided not to be as confrontational, especially now I knew Step-mum was on my side “..she thinks we agreed it”.

“I'd better speak to her honey.”

I held the phone to Auntie, and tried to hide any gloating in my tone. “She wants to speak to you Auntie”.

Auntie put her hand over the phone a moment.

“Vincent, why don't you go show your Mother Robin's room? I'll join you later.”

“Robin you stay here” she added a little firmly.

I wouldn't want to miss this anyway I thought.

Megan picked up her handbag and followed her boy.

“Hello Greta dear” she said sweetly into the phone. There was a long pause, as Step-mum was obviously speaking.

“Well I thought we did agree“ interrupted Auntie, apparently quite vexed.

Another long pause followed.

“Well I don't know how you expect me to turn the boy around, and frankly I think you are being ungrateful.”

I could barely believe my ears. Auntie was getting it I thought hiding my glee.

“Well it's all a fuss about nothing, but it's the principal. Nothing he's given has any lasting effect after so short a time, I really fail to see the problem!”

Auntie looked at me now, looking a little uncomfortable.

“One moment Greta.”

“Be a good girl and make some more tea dear” she said in an assumed nonchalant tone.

I even failed to rile at the 'good girl' tag, pleased enough she was embarrassed so much that she wanted me out of the way, but disappointed I'd miss the fun.

In the kitchen the windows were open, and if I listened hard I could hear snippets. I donned the hateful apron, put the kettle on and craned my neck to hear.

The sound of the kettle obscured a lot, but I could tell by the tone that Auntie was still angry. I caught ' a fuss about absolutely nothing', and later 'I need to keep respect', then more threateningly 'do you want my help or not?”.

The kettle boiled and I thought I'd better actually make the tea.

I rushed back after to the window.

It sounded a little calmer but Auntie still had an aggrieved tone. I caught “well mid November at least”, then later, “Well you ask him”.

Then Megan and Vincent appeared at the kitchen door and my opportunity to listen in evapourated.

I was just pouring Megan tea when Auntie Maureen came back in.

“Oh you've made tea, lovely dear” she smiles apparently not a care in the world. “Can you ring your Mother back now dear, she wants to talk.”

“Yes, yes” I flustered, untying, and taking off the silly apron.

“Such a pretty apron” gushed Megan.

“The phone is still outside, darling” called Auntie after me.

I sat at the table and phoned.

“Hello again sweetie, ” said Step-mum brightly. “What a can of worms you've opened!” she laughed.

“I'm sorry,” I answered automatically.

“Oh, it's fine darling, not your fault.”

“Anyway, did Auntie Maureen actually explain about these hormones?”

I felt about to be betrayed. “Well..kind of..” I answered hesitantly.

“She explained that they were temporary, and would actually help you?”

“Yes, yes..but” I was angry now, “But Mother I don't want them..we never agreed to them!”

“Oh sweetie, don't get upset! No we didn't agree and I won't let you have them if you don't want them.”

I felt relief.

“But my sister is convinced we did agree, she's very put out. I've been on the phone ages trying to placate her.” She sounded genuinely stressed.

“She feels let down you see, over what she says is a petty trifle. She can't understand why you'd refuse something that's not long lasting and will probably help. But I said, you have the right to refuse, it wasn't agreed.”

I 'hmm'd' my agreement.

“Worst thing is..” she sighed “She says this has totally undermined her authority. I sort of see what she means, she's very proud Robin.”

“Yes, I see” I agreed unthinkingly.

“I'm glad you understand.” She paused now.

“I think we've found a compromise.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. You don't take the hormones..”

“Oh good” I held back any tone of victory.

“But Auntie says this was a key part of her original agreement to reduce your, erm, training to just nine weeks. So..I agreed to make up you'd stay with her just a little longer after the holiday.”

My heart sank.

“How much longer?”

“Well Maureen said the full term, till the New Year”

“But Mother!” I blurted, “That's not fair!”

“Robin! Don't get like that with me, I did not agree to it anyway!”

“I'm sorry”

“Really darling you don't help your case sometimes!”

“We agreed mid November”

“What?” I couldn't stop myself. “No!” I felt tears well up.

“I'm sorry darling, I had to compromise after all Maureen has done”

“But it's not fair” I sniffed.

“Well it could be avoided darling.”

“How?” I sniffed.

“If you ask for these silly hormones. It's not like they will affect you after the nine weeks.”

I thought silently.

She sensed I was wavering.

“She said if you did change your mind, she'd forget the whole incident and it would be all over in the nine weeks as agreed.”

I swallowed.

“But..because of all the misunderstanding she insists that you ask her for the hormone treatment. She needs to be convinced you understand it's for your good.”

I fought back more tears.

“And..if I agree.. it's just as before, to the end of the holiday?”

“Yes sweetie” she said reassuringly. “But nobody is forcing you. You can refuse, and I'll miss you away until November, but you have the right.”

“Can I think about it?”

“I wish you could darling, but Maureen is so upset she wants this sorted this afternoon, she doesn't want a cloud hanging over any longer than that.”

She paused.

“Listen darling. You go straight up to your room now and think for an hour. I'll phone Maureen directly you hang up and tell her to leave you for an hour. Would that help?”

I sniffed a “Yes”.

“Very well. But I'll support you whatever. I mean, you'll probably have a nice time with Auntie Maureen until November, and she tells me there's her friend's boy to play with too.” She tried to sound bright.

I couldn't answer.

“You pop off now sweetie, I'll phone Maureen in a few minutes. Love you darling!”

She hung up. Heavy at heart I went to my room to consider 'an offer I couldn't refuse'.

It was a long hour in my room. Unthinkingly I cleaned off my running mascara in the dressing room mirror. I looked about my ultra feminine prison, the bows, the lace, the satin. Trapped here until mid November I'd go mad, or turn into a real sissy.

If the hormones really do no harm it's just stubborn pride between me and freedom at the end of the holiday, I thought. What pride do I have like this anyway, I Iooked down at my dress and stockings, I felt the grip of girdle and bra, the taste of lipstick. I had no pride left anyway I thought sadly.

It was going to hurt to actually ask for the stupid medicine, but I mentally prepared myself.

Auntie eventually knocked and entered. I was still sat at the dresser. She seemed calmer now.

“Let me sort your make up dear,” she said almost kindly. I let her redo the hateful stuff, and obediently 'looked up', and 'didn't blink' to order.

“So dear,” she said when she'd finished a final application of lipstick,” have you been thinking?”

“Yes Auntie”.

“Good” she said kindly. “I'm sorry this has been such a fuss, but there is a principal”.

A sorry from Auntie was rare, it was a tiny victory maybe.

“So what have you decided honey?” she said retracting the lipstick and placing it carefully on my dressing table.

I hesitated, my mouth felt dry.

“I'll have the hormones.” I said hating myself.

She paused. “But do you want the hormone treatment?” she asked firmly.

“I'm not sure I..I understand” I mumbled.

“Well..” she said calmly” ..do you understand the hormones will calm you, and make the next few weeks less stressful, and give you a nice gentle feminine experience which will all the better cure you of your male excesses?”

I hesitated..”Yes Auntie” I answered sadly defeated.

“Sooo..” she now said in her school ma'am voice..”You will want to ask me very nicely for your hormones..”

She waited.

“P..” my mouth dried again..”Please, can I have the hormones Auntie.”

“Well of course dear. What a fuss for nothing!”

I mentally shrugged my annoyance.

“But it's Megan who has gone to all the trouble so we should ask her nicely too don't you think?”

“Yes” I cringed.

“Good, and when you've had your first treatment together we can write a little note to remind both of us what's agreed. Don't you think that would be a good idea to save any future misunderstandings?”

“Yes Auntie” I nodded meekly.

Half an hour later, and after a humiliating request to Megan, I was bent over my bed, petticoat and skirt hoisted up revealing my shameful pale pink girdle and stocking tops.

I blushed crimson catching my reflection in a wardrobe mirror. The strange boy was here too, which just added to my confusion.

It had to be an injection in my bottom of course! I closed my heavily mascaraed eyes, and just wished it all over. But my feminine undies revealed to the world, Auntie's friend talked on like I was not there.

“Maureen dear, I've split the solution into two vials, one for each cheek. It's not strictly necessary but as Vincent wants to be a doctor I want him to be the one who usually treats our patient.”

I wriggled involuntary.

“Hush now child” said Megan placing a gentle restraining hand on my girdled bottom.

“I'll be doing the first injection, and Vincent has been giving me my insulin injections for the past year so he can do the second.”

“Yes I have Mother” he said proudly in his weedy voice.

“So Vincent, a swab of iodine first.”

I felt something wet on my left cheek.

“Then check for bubbles..then a firm penetration.”

I flinched as the needle penetrated.

“Then a slow firm release, and all the female hormones and associated medicaments will quickly enter the boy's blood stream.”

After a few moments I felt the needle release.

“Then another swab and massage the area? Vincent”.

I lay immobile as she firmly massaged my buttock.

“Now your turn..remember what I taught you?”

I involuntary wriggled at the shame of now having a boy inject my bottom.

“Put the patient at ease remember, darling” said his Mother

“What pretty panties you have” said Vincent in what he thought was a soothing tone.

Auntie and Megan laughed very loudly.

“Oh Vincent, a doctor doesn't usually comment on a patients underclothing. But since for Robin it's a punishment..” she paused for reflection..” actually maybe it was the right thing to say.”

“I thought I'd got it wrong” said Vincent, obviously initially crestfallen.

“And Robin is wearing a panty girdle dear, his panties are worn under the girdle.” Added Auntie to my further shame.

“Oh..oh..I see” said the boy.

I cringed throughout this discussion. I pressed my eyes closed and just prayed it was over soon.

“So Vincent, what now?”

“Sterilise the skin.”

I felt the wet swab over my other cheek.

“Now Vincent..needle primed?”

“Yes mother”

“Remember, be firm”

I felt the sharp stab of the needle, and flinched.

“Very good darlng”.

“That's it, slow, slow release.”

I tried and failed to block out the utter shame of being injected with female hormones by another boy.

After a few moments the needle released.

“Now, massage in, don't be shy Vincent.”

I felt him wipe the swab in a gentle circular motion.

“That's enough, very good Vincent. Now be a good boy and straighten Robin's petticoat and skirt.”

I felt Vincent's clammy hands pulling at my skirt and petticoat.

“You can stand up now Robin” commanded Auntie.

I stood, but could not face the boy and his Mother.

“Turn around sweetie” said Auntie.

I turned, my head bowed.

“That wasn't so bad was it Robin?”

I mumbled a disingenuous “No Auntie”

“Say thank you to them then for all their trouble.”

My voice now shaky I managed a “Thank you Miss Roberts, thank you Vincent”.

“There..” said Auntie summing up..”..all a simple fuss about nothing.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Perhaps in retrospect in was the mild tranquilliser element in my medication but I just sleep walked through until bed time and another night wrapped in tiers of pastel nightie, and frilly sleep panties, cocooned in the prison of a feminine boudoir.

I awoke abruptly to Auntie flinging my pristine sheets back revealing me in all my odious bedtime frou frou. Still bleary eyed I rather passively allowed a very cheerful Auntie to lead me through what with a few lesser and greater twists would be my morning routine for the next few weeks.