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This story contains the adult themes of forced girl hood on a teenage
boy and resulting adult arousal from such. It is not intended for
persons who are less than 18 years of age, or persons who are offended
by cross-dressing and or forced feminization themes.
Kevin's Niece - My boss
By Little Miss Vicky Kay
Up until I was 16, life was easily definable. Kevin was evil, and would
bully me and make my life hell, and I would still be the smallest boy in
the class that nobody respected.
It was around this time that Kevin's niece came to live with him due to
an illness in the family. Kevin had become a reluctant baby sitter and
was looking to dodge this duty when he spotted me after school one day.
"Yo, Bobby, get over here."
A lump formed in my throat and I knew I was probably going to be beaten,
or at the very least threatened. I sheepishly went over to him knowing
from experience that I couldn't outrun him.
"I need you to come with me now."
"Uh, I need to get home," I said trying to weasel out of spending more
than just the beating time with the person I hated more than anybody in
the world.
"You're funny dude." He twisted my arm behind my back until all
resistance was gone and he handed me his books to carry. He lived about
five blocks away and would push me once in a while just to make the
point. I had no idea what he had in mind.
When we got inside, he had me take his books to his room and meet him in
the kitchen. He opened the fridge to retrieve a pitcher of Orange juice
and set in on the counter next to me. The phone rang and he reached
across knocking the pitcher over and soaking me in orange juice.
The phone turned out to be a telemarketer and he hung up. This had just
gotten more complicated than Kevin had bargained for. He stood brooding
for a minute or so mumbling to himself, "Hmm something his size, too
scrawny for mine, dad's, mom would kill me, hmm." His eyes lit up as he
looked me up and down carefully. Finally, "Clean this up." was all he
said before stalking off. I did the best I could, but my clothes were
all wet and sticky and hopeless.
He appeared from the back with an armload of clothes and said, "Take
those off and wash them. Now!"
I took off my clothes and put them into the washer. It was then that I
noticed in detail the clothes he had brought with him. I stood before
the washer naked. Even my underwear had been soaked with juice.
He handed me a pair of white silky panties with tons of lace everywhere.
"Put these on." He raised a fist and I did as he asked. A pair of white
knee socks with pink lace trim, a petti slip and even a hair bow that I
struggled with and I am sure it looked pretty goofy. Finally he held up
a white party dress with pink ribbons and lots of lace trim everywhere.
It was a little snug in the shoulders but otherwise it fit perfectly.
He tied the dress in back and buttoned it up. He straightened my hair
bow and chuckled as he pulled me along to his niece's room. To my
horror, I became instantly aroused in my silk panties and pretty dress
and blushed deeply. Kevin grabbed my now shaking hand and pulled my into
a little girl's room complete with a white lacy four poster canopy bed
and thousands of stuffed animals and dolls.
My stomach was in knots and I was very nearly crying when he had me sit
on the bed and wait.
"Take it easy dude," he said. "It's only for a few hours. She's a good
kid. If she finds out you're a dude, I'll kill you, got it?" I sat
silently in shock and nodded. "Good, 'cause if my mom finds out, I'm in
trouble, then you're dead."
The daycare van arrived and Kevin went out to meet them. He had me wait
in the bedroom and as inspiration handed me a teddy bear to hold as he
left. I was on the edge of crying still when I heard them in the
hallway.
"I have somebody for you to meet, Cyndi, she's going to take care of you
for awhile."
"But, Uncle Kevin, you're supposed to stay home, Aunt Joyce said!"
"I know sweetie, but I can't, I promise she's real nice and you'll have
fun!" The door swung open and I met my eight year old tormenter for the
very first time. She was about eight years old at the time and was
rather large for her age.
Kevin led her in by the wrist and sat her down across from me in the
chair vacated by the teddy bear I held in my arms. "Cynthia, this is...
Cecelia. Call her Aunt Sissy for short." he was trying to keep a
straight face and I must have been blushing deeply and was nearly ready
to cry. "Aunt Sissy is here to help you. You can tell her to do things,
but only things that good girls would do. She'll make you dinner, she'll
clean your room, she'll get things for you, but she won't let you go
outside until after I get home and she won't let you watch television or
any of the other things you aren't supposed to do. Aunt Sissy will play
any game you want, but you have to ask her nice. She will always call
you Miss Cynthia and you will always call her Aunt Sissy."
"Hi Aunt Sissy, I'm Cynthia, but my friends call me Cindy."
"Say hello Aunt Sissy," he said threateningly.
"Um, hi Miss Cynthia." I said blushing.
Kevin was beside himself trying not to laugh out loud. "Let's practice
Cindy. Do you want anything?"
"Um, I'm kinda thirsty Uncle Kevin."
"Well ask Aunt Sissy and she'll get you some juice. Go ahead, she likes
to be told what to do."
"Get me some juice."
"No Cindy, you have to ask her nice," Kevin said.
"Aunt Sissy, please get me some juice."
"Now Aunt Sissy what do you say?"
My hands were shaking with rage at my humiliation, but I managed to
squeak out, "Yes Miss Cynthia." before going to the refrigerator and
retrieving a juice box.
I handed her the Juice box and Cindy made a face. "I don't like Mango.
Please get me a raspberry Aunt Sissy."
I started to stomp out of the room in disgust, when Kevin grabbed me by
the arm. "Play nice Aunt Sissy, little girls don't stomp." he said as he
let go of his painful hold on my arm.
I walked carefully to the refrigerator and switched the juice boxes.
When I returned I handed the Raspberry one to Miss Cynthia.
"Thank you Aunt Sissy," she said and went back to her drawing.
"Hey Sissy! I need to talk with you out in the hallway." Kevin said. He
grabbed my by the arm and let me out if Cyndi's sight before having me
stand still. I turned and saw several flashes of a camera go off. I
instinctively tried to hide my face, but he slapped my hand down and I
began to cry as he continued taking pictures. He had me pull my dress up
to show my panties and slip. Of course he could then see just how
aroused I was.
"Now Aunt Sissy, I'll be back around six and I had better hear that you
have been doing every little thing Miss Cynthia wants. Now go and play
with your bossy little new friend."
He left and was gone for several hours. Cindy became bolder and bolder
with her new found power over someone much older than she was. At one
point she had an imaginary tea party for her dolls and she made me act
like I was one of her dolls. We played with her doll house and put a
puzzle together and I made her dinner.
Kevin finally made it home by seven and told me to get my regular
clothes on and be back tomorrow ten minutes after school or he would
show my "pretty" pictures all over school. I was nervous all through
school thinking that he might anyway. He was always cruel to me, so I
assumed the worst. Nothing happened by the end of the day and I was
thinking of escaping my humiliating circumstance when Kevin grabbed me
by the arm and led me out of school to a local store where he used "his
babysitting" money to get me a new dress. He took a cursory look around
and grabbed one off of the rack that was one size larger than the one I
wore the day before.
"Try it on," he said as he pushed me into the men's dressing room. The
clerk was a red headed lady perhaps in her thirties who just looked on
in shock and didn't move a muscle. I took my shirt off and left my pants
on and just pulled the dress over me and stepped out to show Kevin.
"That'll do Sissy, Not take it off and come with me." I was still
struggling to get the dress off as he pulled me to the counter with my
shirt in his other hand. "We'll take it" he said matter of factly to the
woman behind the counter. She rang it up without a word. I was blushing
deep red by the time I got my shirt back on and my arousal was obvious.
"Oh, go pick out some panties too," Kevin said. I hesitated and he
pushed me towards a bin of them for $2.00 each. "Get three, all pink,"
he said as he paid the silent clerk. He handed me my new clothes and
drug me back to his house again.
"Undress Sissy," he said menacingly as he pushed me through the front
door. He stood over me while I stripped and then put on my new panties
with the same tights, shoes and slip I had worn yesterday. Over that I
put on my new dress. It was a light fluffy peach linen Sunday dress with
lots of bows and lace. My hands were shaking as I tried to button up the
back. He got tired of my feeble attempts and got up and forcefully
twirled me around and roughly buttoned the top two buttons and tied the
bow in back at the waist. He instructed me to go to his mother's closet
and retrieve the flats I had worn the day before. Kevin had me brush my
hair out this time and put on some light pink lipstick. A pair of pink
berets were added this time and when he was done I looked in the mirror
and for the first time realized that I really did look like a young
girl. What shocked me though was just how exciting it was to feel
pretty. I curtsied at the girl in the mirror and Kevin just shook his
head.
He took my clothes and put them in his gym bag. He pulled the camera out
of his bag and snapped a couple more pictures before leading me back to
Cynthia's room. She wasn't there yet but he told me to wait until
daycare dropped her off.
I sat alone in Miss Cynthia's room and idly clutched her dolly trying
not to cry. I was a teenage boy in a dress who was the plaything of an
eight year old girl. My hands shook at my shame. I was also incredibly
aroused by my humiliation and that only served to make it worse.
I heard the car drive up and Miss Cynthia's voice as she greeted her
Uncle Kevin. I put down the doll and stood up as I heard her tromping
down the hall to meet me, obviously excited that her friend Aunt Sissy
was here.
"Aunt Sissy! Yay!" she said as she ran to hug me almost knocking me
over. Kevin followed and stood in the doorway.
"Listen, you two girls have fun. Cindy, here's my cell phone. You know
how to auto dial right?"
"Yes Uncle Kevin, I just turn it on and push one and it will page you,"
Cindy said all proud of herself.
"That's right Cindy, so if Aunt Sissy acts up or doesn't do everything
just so, you just push one and I'll come and give her the spanking of
her life!"
I bit my lip and tried not to cry.
"Uncle Kevin? Um, if I want Aunt Sissy to call me something else, is
that okay?"
"Anything for my little princess!" he said as he brushed her hair from
her eyes.
"I want her to call me Princess Cynthia from now on!"
"Let's hear it Aunt Sissy," he said trying once again not to laugh out
loud at me.
"May I help you Princess Cynthia?" I asked.
Cindy giggled with glee. "And can I call her, Sissy Queen of the
Fairies? Can I Uncle Kevin?"
Kevin started laughing out loud and I barely held back the tears when he
said, "Of course you can! I think that's, um, sweet!"
"And can I make her curtsy when I she answers me?" asked Miss Cynthia.
"Of course sweetheart! Of course. Curtsy for the princess Sissy"
I curtsied for them and they clapped and of course Kevin took another
picture.
I was blushing deeply when Cindy said, "Sissy Queen of the Fairies, get
me some juice!"
"Yes Princess Cynthia," I said wiping a tear from my eye as I left.
Kevin stopped me on the way out of the room, "You, uh, forgot to
curtsy," he said menacingly so I did. "I wasn't kidding about giving you
the spanking of your life Sissy. Do everything she wants or else!"
I nodded and took a little time to compose myself. Kevin yelled for me
to get back in and do my job. I returned with the raspberry juice but
today she liked mango. Kevin left. We played dolls most of that day and
a new game that she invented called Fairy Land, where she would have me
make up magical things that I waved my plastic wand at. The couch became
a golden chariot, the living room became a magical palace, the kitchen
became the royal kingdom and the coffee table became a rainbow unicorn.
The next day, I reported to Kevin's house and he gave me my freshly
washed peach dress with big puffy sleeves to put on. He left us the same
way, Princess Cynthia had the cell phone and I was in a pretty dress. It
was now becoming routine and I kind of liked it. But, there was still
just a little bit of boy in me that didn't want to be called Sissy Queen
of the Fairies fifty times a day.
She wanted to play fairy land again and I tried to talk her out of it.
"Please Princess Cynthia, I don't want to play Fairy Land again. Please
don't make me do that. Anything but that."
"No, Uncle Kevin said you would do what I want and I want to play Fairy
Land! Now Sissy Queen of the Fairies I command you to make a Fairy
Kingdom!"
"God, Princess Cynthia, please, just this once, can't we do some..."
She had hit auto dial and Kevin had been paged before I could get to
her.
"Princess Cynthia, please, let's play Fairyland now. Right now, I'll
play anything. Please, let's go!"
"Uncle Kevin's going to spank you for being a bad Sissy Queen of the
Fairies," she said haughtily.
I heard the front door open and slam as Kevin's heavy footsteps made
their way up the hallway. He opened the door and looked around the room
enraged. "I was in the middle of a basketball game! What's going on
here! I want answers now Sissy!"
I curtsied out of habit and tried to explain, "I didn't um, refuse to do
what she said, I just tried to talk her out of it."
"Cindy? What happened."
"I wanted to play Fairy Land and Sissy Queen of the Fairies refused to
play with me!" she whined.
He stepped out of the room for a second and got a kitchen chair. He
grabbed me by the arm and sat down. He pulled me over his knees so hard
that I had to put my hands on the floor in front of me to keep from
going over completely. He pulled up my skirts and pulled down my tights
and panties to reveal my ass.
He held me in place by grabbing the big bow that tied in back with one
hand. He spanked me with his bare and so hard that I cried. I numbly
realized that I had fallen to the floor. He pulled my panties up with
such force that it gave me a wedgie and left my skirts up as I fell
leaving my panties exposed as I lay there crying.
"Sissy Queen of the Fairies you will play what ever game Princess here
wants, is that understood? I said do you understand me girly?" he raised
his hand and I winced.
"Yes, Kevin, I do."
"Maybe that's the problem; you should be calling me sir from now on! Say
it Sissy Queen of the Fairies. Call me sir."
"Yes sir," I said weakly.
"Good girl, now go get some juice. I understand little girls like you
get cranky if they don't get their juice."
I pulled myself up to my feet but it took some time before I stopped
crying. I was a little annoyed to find that the mango juice did make me
feel better.
"Now show me this game that Sissy Queen of the Fairies wouldn't play
with my favorite niece in the whole world," Kevin said.
Princess Cynthia took me by the hand and had us skip to the living room.
She sat on the couch and pointed at the couch, "Sissy Queen of the
Fairies, what is this?"
I waved the toy plastic wand and said, "It is now your magic golden
Chariot it gives you all of the most wonderful things in the world and
comes with a full juice bar."
"Yay, and what are you Sissy Queen of the Fairies?"
I blushed. This was why I didn't want to play. It was supposed to be a
compliment, but it just felt like the ultimate humiliation. "I am the
most beautiful Fairy in Princess Cynthia's Kingdom."
"What are you?" she asked again.
"I am the most beautiful Fairy in all of the kingdoms."
"What are you?"
"I am a beautiful Fairy," I said starting to cry in front of Kevin now.
Kevin had picked up the camera and snapped several more pictures.
"Listen, you two, I'm going back to my ball game. Call me if you really
need me. I don't have time for fairy games Sissy Queen of the Fairies.
Got it?"
"Yes sir," I said. I was now starting to hiccup from all of the crying.
Kevin rolled his eyes and put his arm around me. I can't describe how
wonderful that felt. He pulled me close and hugged me and my sobbing and
hiccupping subsided. I was so confused then. I was instantly aroused by
having his arms around me and I also felt vulnerable and scared all at
the same time. I melted into his arms and put my head on his shoulder. I
blushed when he let me go and I didn't want him to go. As usual,
Princess Cynthia was impatient with her Sissy Queen of the Fairies.
"What are you?" Princess Cynthia asked.
"I am your wonderful fairy friend who loves you very much," I said as
Kevin pushed me away and headed for the door.
"What are you?" Princess Cynthia asked again.
"I am Sissy Queen of the Fairies and I have a tickle bug!" I said as I
tickled her and made her laugh.
The next day Kevin wasn't anywhere to be found as I walked to his house
and opened the closet door where my dress should have been. Today he
chose to give me a short pleated tartan skirt and a white blouse with a
peter pan collar with pink eyelets embroidered in flowers on the edges.
Knee socks and the same Mary Janes and the same ultra femmy panties.
He also left a book about braiding hair and doing makeup. I blushed
thinking about why Kevin might want me to be more attractive.
I was trying to braid my hair into pig tails when the daycare worker
brought Princess Cynthia home.
"Hi, I said, I'm Sissy. I'm the baby sitter," I said as I dropped my
braid and shook her hand. "Sorry, I'm just making a mess of this," I
said waving at my uneven braid.
She was an older woman with a pleasant smile. "Hi, I'm Maggie, I work at
'Little Darlin's' daycare. Mind if I help?" She said.
"Um, actually I'm trying to learn how."
"Goodness, a girl like you should know by now." She sat down next to me
on the couch and Cynthia sat down next to me.
"This is Sissy Queen of the Fairies!" Cynthia said exuberantly.
I blushed and Maggie smiled. "You have a way with her. She usually is
such a serious child." She showed me how to separate the braids evenly
and then braid them. We did them several times before I got the hang of
it.
"Thanks Maggie," I said blushing.
"Just take care of what is it? Princess Cynthia? If you're interested in
caring for children, give me a call okay sweetie? It would be a shame to
waste the talent of Sissy Queen of the Fairies. Bye girls. Tell Kevin I
said Hi."
Kevin came in at Seven. We nervously said hi to each other as he told me
to leave without making eye contact.
I went to get my clothes and couldn't bear to get undressed without
talking to Kevin first. So I went to the kitchen to find him.
"Kevin, I, um, liked it when you held me yesterday."
"Oh, man, shut up about that!" he said.
"I know you like me Kevin," I said. I took a risk and touched his hand
which he pushed away but not right away.
"You're a sissy! Now get out of here before mom gets home!"
I left crying. I just got my clothes and walked out in my girl clothes.
Fortunately, nobody was around and I came in the back door of my house
and went straight to my room. I realized when I sat on my bed crying
that I just didn't care anymore if people knew that I liked to wear girl
clothes.
I took off the skirt and blouse and hung them up neatly. The shoes I put
in my closet with my other shoes. I washed the pantyhose, slip and
panties. I dried them before mom and dad got home and put them in my
closet too.
I called Kevin from my room. "Kevin listen, I don't care if you show
everybody all of those stupid fairy pictures. I'm going to take care of
Princess Cynthia because she is a wonderful child and I adore being
girls with her. We have such innocent fun together.
"If you love me, don't love me, kiss me, take me to the movies, feel me
up, whatever, I will continue to be your Niece's little friend. I think
I may like boys, but you are only one boy and I will find others.
"I am your Niece's devoted friend. If you do anything to change that, I
will tell your mom and the principal of our school and even the police
everything and it is you who will be very sorry. No beatings you could
ever give me are going to change my mind," I said as I hung up the
phone.
Kevin tried to call five times that night and I refused to talk to him.
Instead, I folded up my girl clothes and put them in my backpack. I went
to school the next day and Kevin made sure he avoided me all day.
He was at the door when I arrived at his house with some flowers and a
shy smile. I got dressed and did my braids and took my time doing them.
"I'm sorry, um Sissy," he said.
"It's Cecelia to you Kevin," I said shyly.
He put his arm around my waist and kissed me very badly. But it was
sweet. He was awkward and fumbled the flowers to the floor which he
scrambled to pick up again. We kissed a few times, but he really did
like girls. I was heartbroken when he eventually got a girlfriend about
a month later.
About a month after Kevin fell in love with that skanky girl Naomi, I
was doing a French braid in Princess Cynthia's hair when I finally met
Kevin's mom. I didn't hear the door open and was shocked to see an
attractive tall brunette woman in her thirties standing in front of me
in the kitchen. Cynthia yelled, "Aunt Joyce!" and got up and hugged her.
"Who's your little friend?" the lady asked. "How did you two cook
dinner? I told you not to go near the hot stove. Two little girls alone
in the house? Where's Uncle Kevin?"
"This is Aunt Sissy!" yelled Cindy with glee. She's actually Sissy Queen
of the Fairies and she makes up Fairy Land with me every day! "Uncle
Kevin got her to stay with me."
She turned to me with renewed interest. "Does your mommy know where you
are? Surely you can't be old enough to baby-sit. You're just a girl."
"I, um,"
"Aunt Sissy does everything I say and Uncle Kevin says she knows how to
get things and make things but she won't let me be a bad girl."
"Cindy, go get cleaned up and then you can watch your show."
Cindy ran over and gave me a big hug and then to her Aunt Joyce and gave
her a big hug and ran out of the room.
"How old are you, Aunt Sissy is it? Short for Cecelia?"
"I'm 15 I said. Cecelia is the name Kevin made up for me."
"Don't you dress a little young for your age? What's your real name."
"Robert," I said. She just stood there stunned.
"You're a boy?"
"Yes," I said. "Kevin made me follow him home from school and then my
clothes got ruined the first day, and then he made me put these clothes
on and then, he made me be Aunt Sissy to Miss Cynthia... and do
everything she tells me or else... he spanks me." I was out of breath
and barely heard her laugh out loud, through my tears.
She laughed and laughed as I stood there ashamed and wanting to go home.
"Hi mom," I heard Kevin sheepishly say from behind me.
She turned to him unable to bring any anger up and said, "Is it true
that you made this boy wear your niece's clothes and be her slave?"
"Um, uh, yes mom," Kevin said quietly.
She said "Go to your room," quietly and evenly with a hint if danger in
her voice. She turned to me and asked if I had eaten and if my parents
might be worried about me by now.
I explained that I had been babysitting for the entire summer while
Kevin played basketball.
She drove me home and tried to pay me for my babysitting time, but
before I got out of the car she took my hand and turned to look me in
the eye. "I was there for quite a while before you saw me. I saw how
much you enjoyed being a girl. You were so tender and kind with my
daughter and even sang one of her little songs with her. You acted and
walked around on air like a little princess.
"I couldn't think of another person in the world that I would want
babysitting my niece. Please, I would like to hire you to take care of
Miss Cynthia every day after school for the next six months. I would pay
you and even buy some pretty clothes of your own. I can't afford all
new, but I am great at finding things at thrift stores.
"Kevin is a lousy babysitter and I have to work until six thirty every
day. I am at my wits end. She's such a sweet girl and she obviously
loves you very much. Please say yes. Please be Aunt Sissy. For yourself,
for Cindy, for me."
I was again crying, "Only on one condition," I said as she wiped my face
with a tissue. "Kevin doesn't bully me anymore."
"Deal! I'll see Aunt Sissy around three tomorrow then?"
"Okay, I'll be there."
"Good girl," she said as she kissed me on the forehead and started the
car.
Kevin never bothered me again. Miss Cynthia and I had a wonderful six
months together playing dolls, having tea parties and playing Fairy
Land. As promised Aunt Joyce bought me lots of very pretty clothes and
even after Miss Cynthia went back to her home in Arizona, I continued to
dress up and cook and clean and even play with dolls at Aunt Joyce's
house.
Aunt Joyce become Mistress Joyce on my eighteenth birthday, and I became
Princess Cecelia, Joyce's lover, maid, little girl and Kevin's
subservient father. I found that I liked boys, but my heart was really
in being a girl with other girls.
Miss Cynthia is all grown up now and is a beautiful woman. She brings me
little girl things whenever she comes over and it is she who leads our
game of Fairy Land. Kevin as you might expect married a bimbo the first
time out and had a nasty divorce.
His new wife took things well in hand and he became "Baby Kevin" most of
the time. I baby-sit and change his diapers sometimes. Just last week
she allowed him his very first words since their marriage a year ago.
The first words that his mommy allowed him to say were "thank you Auntie
Sissy!" I was so happy I cried on the spot. His new mommy showed me how
to milk him and I did. I cried and cooed at the little guy the whole
time. She thought it was a riot and gave me a lollypop and sent me home.
As I skipped the block and a half to my house, I remembered that first
day when by fate a pitcher of orange juice spilled on my awful boy
clothes and started me on the greatest adventure of my life; Being a
slave named Aunt Sissy to a little girl and loving it.
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