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How To Book! By Mary Beth Sanford
Players:
Chuck, the main character, his aunt Rose and Cousin Cindy, his neighbor
Susan and that man Willard.
Synopsis:
He's been cross dressing for a long time. His cousin's things mostly.
Dressing, then reading those little stories he buys. Those stories on
boys not like him but dressed like him. Those boys and their petticoat
punishment. Fantasies while wearing a little touch of reality. Fantasies
for him perhaps, but not for his aunt. His aunt would seem them as a sort
of 'How To Book'.
Facts From Fiction:
We've all dressed up, at one time or another and dreamed those dreams we
dare dream. Those of us who dare such dreams that is. We've also worried
over that day we might get caught. That too a fantasy at times. So, I've
written this one with those in mind, and twisted it just a tiny bit for
yours.
Story:
"Don't strain!" Chuck thought as he opened his little novelette to the
stories beginning. He'd heard that from his mom so many times growing up
that it was as automatic as putting the seat down when he finished.
Although that particular rule, another of his mothers, made him smile
some.
Chuck smiled, because his punishment for leaving the seat up was to sit
and potty just like a girl for the rest of that day. A horrible way to
treat a boy, or would be, if that boy didn't lean in that direction. He
smiled again because in his petticoats and dress he had to go potty like
a girl anyway. Just didn't work any other way. Too many layers, he
thought, and he's smiled stayed.
Actually those slips, petticoats, panties, dresses, and everything else
he liked, were only his when his cousin and aunt were gone. Gone like
now. Off to church leaving that heathen or him, to an empty house, a
whole room full of delights and his new booklet that came in on
Wednesday.
The picture, a pin and ink illustration of a boy being pulled by an angry
woman into a room with a girl holding panties. To Chuck, that was him,
only he'd be pulling his aunt towards his cousin if it was. His eyes
settled on chapter one:
"He cried as his aunt dragged him off towards his
cousin's bedroom. He cried because he knew what was
coming. He knew it without even seeing those panties
his cousin was holding as they reached the door..."
Chuck read as that image changed in his mind. His face now on that boy.
Poor kid, Chuck thought, as he moved his little pinkie to and fro. It was
resting gently on the chiffon of his dress.
How utterly horrible that would be, Chuck also thought, as he stood to
pull his panties up. A wonderful thing panties, he thought, just before
adjusting his slips and dress. He would finish that section on his
cousin's bed he mused as he left the bathroom.
The toilet, now in the background, still filling when he heard that voice
and saw the face behind it: "Don't move, or scream little girl, and you
won't get hurt! Where's your mother?"
That, as it happens was Chuck's biggest advantage. An advantage because
he was his cousin's size, and nearly as pretty in her things. His hair
back when he was doing guy stuff, was just as long, or longer, as her's
when it was tied off at the sides with her ribbons. He could, if he
dared, walk down the street and not be made and he was five years older
than she was.
Actually he was wearing stuff she wore when she was three years younger
than that. Her favorites then, and still only because she was a pageant
princess. Like he saw himself, at times, and for the record. Which was a
large part of why the large man with the knife said little girl. Chuck's
silence, in those seconds, taken for fear.
Chuck's fear or that little girl he looked like softened the face of the
man who changed his question: "You alone?"
Chuck nodded yes.
"Mother out?" the man asked.
Chuck nodded again.
"Okay sweets listen to me and listen carefully. I don't want to hurt you,
and if you be a good little girl for me that's not going to happen.
Understood?" the man said relaxing slightly.
Chuck nodded. He would have wet himself in those first few seconds if he
hadn't already gone potty. The guy thought he was a little girl, and that
helped but getting caught by anyone was scary beyond scary. So scared
that Chuck had forgotten the thin booklet, he'd dropped, when the man
said freeze.
Chuck was petrified as the man took his hand and walked him into the
living room. "Your mommy got any money around here honey?" the man asked
looking down at him.
Chuck nodded yes. That proverbial sugar bowl held a few bucks at any
given time and Chuck pointed in the direction of the kitchen. He was led
off just as firmly as when he was drawn into the living room and another
point of Chuck's hand got the man to the only cash there was.
"This is it?" the man said looking at eight dollars and thirty one cents
spread on the table. Chuck had just counted it with his eyes, as did the
man.
Chuck nodded yes again. Chuck wished desperately that it was more for no
other reason than that look on the man's face. Chuck was suddenly and
desperately glad he'd gone potty.
"Okay, here's the deal precious... We're going to walk out of here hand
in hand. You are going to be a very good little girl, and be very quiet,
and walk with me to the park. If you do that I'll let you go when we hit
that small grove of trees on the other side. If you don't... If you
don't, and try to run or yell, I'm going to cut that pretty little dress
into shreds and you with it! Understood?" the man said brandishing the
long kitchen knife as he stuffed the money and change into his pocket.
Chuck nodded. It was a mile to the park and another few blocks to those
trees at the edge of it. Ten minutes at most, less if Chuck hurried it a
little. Ten minutes out, ten back, was twenty. His aunt and cousin were
due back in thirty. He would just have enough time to change.
"Okay honey let's go and remember what I said!" the man said taking
Chuck's hand. They almost reached the door when the man tugged at Chuck
before opening the hall closet. He reached in and found a light jacket
belonging to his uncle, releasing Chuck to slip it on. The knife he held
went into his right picket.
"You got a stroller or doll carriage or something?" the man asked.
Chuck nodded. He didn't, but his cousin did. She didn't play with it any
more but it decorated her room.
"Okay, let's get it and put one of your dolls in it. Looks better you
pushing something. You got a doll?" the man asked.
Chuck nodded turning towards Cindy's room. He grabbed the carriage and
took out two of the three dolls leaving the baby one in it. The man stood
by the door and said, "Typical little girl's room! You like Cinderella I
see! They showed that once in prison. The movie that is. Nearly wet
myself from laughing when we were told that was the movie for that night.
All set? Okay, let's go!" he said moving out of the door so Chuck could
push the white whicker carriage past.
They moved to the door and the man left first letting Chuck push the
carriage past the threshold before helping him move it down the steps.
"Remember what I told you!" the man said moving the jacket away with his
hand in that pocket with the knife.
Chuck nodded once more as they began walking down the path side by side.
Chuck pushing the carriage in front of him and the man walking along
side.
"Hey, slow down!" he said as Chuck started to hurry a little and added,
"Be lady like! I don't want any more attention than necessary. Just a
little girl and her daddy right?" the man said keeping his hand on
Chuck's shoulder.
Chuck didn't look at him nor nod but he did slow. It wasn't clear what
was scaring him most in those first few seconds: The fact he might not
make it back to the house to change, or this stranger walking along at
his side.
Why did he pick this dress he thought? People up and down the street.
Washing cars, leaning against fences, mowing lawns and most stopping to
glance. At him? Did they know?
His panties? No! The dress wasn't that short. Yes! It was that short.
Stupid carriage wasn't really big enough for him to stand up taller.
Chuck looked then looked away. A smile from those two women talking, a
wave from the guy washing his car. Another little girl looked on... Envy?
Chuck's heart raced but not from the pace this guy held but from what he
was facing. That ten minutes to the park was gone and they were just half
way there. His aunt would be wondering where he was by the time he made
it back.
How would he explain this? Could he? The answer came as quickly as that
question... No! The book! That damn book what had he done with it? It had
dropped? Yes, right by the bathroom when the man said freeze. Right in
the middle of the hall. Pink! His aunt would see it.
She'd read the title: "My Cousin's Little Sissy!" The pictures! She'd see
the illustrations! That boy getting dresses as a little girl. His heart
felt like it was just outside of his chest as he imagined his aunt
putting that two and another two together. She would be just starting to
walk towards the house about now.
"Chuck?" his aunt said a few minutes faster than Chuck imagined as she
added, "Go see if he's dozed off. So lazy that boy!"
"Mom?" Cindy said from her room. She passed it going to the guest room
Chuck's was using.
"What?" her mother said expecting to see her nephew sound asleep. Only it
wasn't that kind of a "mom". It had a question in it.
"My pram is gone?" Cindy said using the United Kingdom's version of
carriage because it sounded so much more elegant. Elegant was more than
justification for keeping little girl stuff.
"Now where could that have gone? Chuck? No. What would he need with your
carriage? Are all your dolls there?" Chuck's aunt Rose asked suddenly
concerned but not sure why.
"Nope! My Betsie Wetsie is gone as well," Cindy said.
"Anything else missing?" Rose asked as she yelled, "Chuck?"
"Mom! My dress is gone!" Cindy said looking at the open closet and
missing that large amount of pink that had become part of the scene. She
loved that dress and wished it still fit at times. "So is the slip!" she
added.
"Now what in heaven's name is going on here? Chuck! You had better answer
me!" Rose said as she turned out of Cindy's room towards his. The
booklet, a pastel pink, sat on her hardwood floor and she picked it up.
She had just opened the cover when the doorbell rang.
"Hi! Who was that man with Cindy?" Susan, their neighbor asked.
"Cindy? What man? Cindy is here?" Rose said. There was a touch, a moment
of panic in Rose as she called out, "Cindy!"
"What?" Cindy said poking her head around the door.
"Then who was that girl in Cindy's dress? They simply cannot be two
dresses like that since I made it!" Susan said.
"What dress?" Rose asked but stopped, a thought went across her face as
she asked, "Was she pushing a doll carriage?"
"Yes! White? Cute!" Susan said.
"My carriage?" Cindy said coming out of her room. "Who?" she asked coming
up along side of her mom.
"So who was that then?" Susan asked still slight confused as she added,
"I thought it was Cindy at first. I mean because of the dress! Obviously
it couldn't have been because the dress fit. She's a size or two bigger
now?"
Rose looked down that booklet. The title, the picture on the front,
obviously a boy dressed as a girl with another girl and a woman. Another
picture just inside. Same boy pulling on that same girl's hair. "Chuck?"
Rose said.
"Excuse me?" Susan said and then added, "He might fit into that little
dress but I can tell you that wasn't a boy that walked past."
"What's that?" Cindy asked leaning over to look at the book her mother
was holding open.
"Just you never mind. Go start dinner. Susan and I are going to go look
for Chuck!" Rose said taking hold of Susan's arm as she stepped onto the
porch.
"Can't I come?" Cindy asked.
"No, now go do as I said. I'll be right back," Rose said. Her mind was in
a turmoil, as she walked Susan, in a renewed state of confusion down the
path to the sidewalk.
"What is going on?" Susan asked and added, "And who was that girl?
Honestly, that couldn't be Chuck! And I didn't recognize the man at all.
That's what scared me at first."
"I'm not sure! I mean I have an idea but I'm not even sure of that. I
have no idea who this man is but I'm damn sure going to find out. Now
where did you see them and what direction were they heading?" Rose asked.
"West towards the park. Walking casually. That little girl was pushing
the carriage and the man was walking along side. I almost called out to
Cindy... Okay so that wasn't Cindy but Rose, I swear that wasn't Chuck
either," Susan said.
Rose was walking at a brisk clip, but she handed the booklet to her
friend.
"What's this?" Susan asked taking the booklet from Rose and looking at
the picture. "Good heavens!" Susan said.
"Exactly!" Rose answered.
"You don't think... That can't be Chuck!" Susan said putting that two and
two together. It was the title over the picture and then Cindy's dress.
"I don't know! But, I do know that I'm going to find out. There! Is that
them?" Rose said looking off at a pink dot.
"Can't tell yet..." Susan said squinting.
"Got to be them." Rose said as her pace quickened.
Chuck, meanwhile, was spending most of his time trying to come up with
reasons for why he would be doing this and failing to settle on anything
logical. That pace set by the man put them still a good quarter of a mile
from the park and well past the time his aunt would be home.
They were a thousand feet behind them but clearly the dress was
recognizable and Rose imagined it was Chuck in it. They started running.
"Chuck!" Rose called out. He was just within hearing distance.
"Don't stop! She said Chuck!" the man said gripping Chuck's shoulder more
tightly. Chuck knew better but he continued walking.
"Something is wrong!" Rose said between gasps.
"I'm calling the police!" Susan said as she slowed and pulled her cell
phone from her light jacket.
She was out of breath but said what she had to say, "Help! A man has my
neighbor's nephew... Child I mean, and is taking her... Him to the park.
We're right behind them on Culver heading West! Hurry!"
A Flash hit the police car's screen and a second later the information
was posted. Four cars, close enough went code three closing from two
different directions. One called out to dispatch with it's sirens in the
background: "Confirm this as a little girl in a pink dress with a male,
Caucasian, six feet? Over?"
"Ma'am! Ma'am, is the child in a pin dress?" the dispatcher asked.
"Yes! Yes, that's him... Her!" Susan said hoping her own confusion didn't
add to theirs.
"Unit one one zero, that's affirmative on the little girl! I repeat, that
is an affirmative on the little girl. There are two women closing on you
from the East. I have no information on the adult male!" Dispatch said.
"Roger, we've got them!" the officer said as he slammed his foot on the
break bringing the car to a half circle stop. Both doors were open as the
car rocked.
"Freeze!" the passenger side officer said as he started to draw his
weapon.
The man instantly bolted for the park. The officer ran parallel but
angling towards the running man and tackled him on the lawn of the last
house. A second car also skidded at the curb and two more officers joined
the first two.
A third car came around the corner and it too skidded to a stop. Bedlam
for the better part of three or four minutes as a mass of blue covered
the large man as Chuck looked on. He'd thought about turning around and
almost did still holding onto the carriage.
His movement gave him a different angel and he saw his aunt and her
neighbor.
"Knife!" a man's voice said out loud making Chuck look back just as an
officer was pulling the arm up with the knife in it.
Chuck was frozen as the street filled with people. A woman appeared from
the side yard of that last house watching the officers then spotting
Chuck. She ran to him and placed herself between that fighting mass and
Chuck.
"It's okay sweetheart. You're okay!" she said moving close to draw Chuck
towards her. Her intent obvious as she held the back of Chuck's head to
her stomach.
Like hell it is! Chuck thought as his world continued to unravel. His
aunt closed with Susan a hundred feet back and joined the woman hugging
Chuck. Her anger over what she thought now fear over what was happening.
She'd seen the man, the police and heard the yell over the knife.
"Chuck! Chuck, are you okay?" Rose asked as Susan came up. An officer,
one of those from the last car came over.
"Is she okay?" he asked.
"Is it Chuck?" Susan asked.
"Chuck?" the officer asked a couple of feet from the cluster of woman now
formed around him.
"This, officer is my nephew. That man... That man forced him to do this
or something. I'm not sure. I found him gone along with my daughter's
dress and carriage. Susan here alerted me to what was happening. Please,
can I get him into your car before the world finds out?" Rose said.
"My house! Officer, if it's okay, I live right here. He can rest in my
living room. That... That pervert!" the woman said almost spitting the
words out.
"Sure! Thanks. Go ahead till we get the suspect into the car and settled.
We'll need statements," the sixth officer said as he turned to watch the
struggle subside. The man was in cuffs and four officers of the six were
forcing him into the back seat of the second cruiser. The fifth holding
the door.
"Chuck, what happened? We saw the carriage missing, then the dress and
this book. This horrid little book. Are you okay?" Rose said now deeply
concerned over what she thought had happened and shivered over what she
imagined would have happened.
"Yes!" Chuck said and began to cry. He lost it. A mixture of shock, fear
and what he was still wearing with a couple of dozen bystanders looking
on.
"Come on honey, let's get you inside. I'll make some cocoa!" the woman
who offered her house said. The three women and Chuck worked their way to
the side of the house and in through the garage. The street was still
chaos as people filed from homes all the way back to Roses house.
"What happened? How did you end up this way?" Rose asked as they started
taking chairs around the kitchen table.
Chuck looked around suddenly very self conscious of what he was wearing.
He still wasn't sure how he was going to explain this and then he saw the
book. He was shaking. Everyone was shaking.
"Did he make you do this? Did that man dress you like this?" Rose asked.
Chuck nodded yes. The question almost got a no. A no would mean something
else had made him do this. His aunt had that book.
"Is this his?" Rose asked as she held the book up.
Chuck again nodded yes. It was too good to be true. His aunt thinking
that man made him dress that way and that the book was his. It was
perfect.
"Did he... Did he do anything else?" Rose asked fearing the worse.
Chuck shook his head no.
Rose was visibly relieved as she slumped a little in the chair.
"Water's on!" the woman that owned the home said and added, "I'm Helen."
"Rose!" Rose said and added, "Susan and my nephew Chuck."
"Who was he?" Rose asked of Chuck.
Chuck shrugged.
"Well, never mind that. Susan, can I borrow your cell phone?" Rose asked.
"Of course!" Susan said as she handed it to Rose who punched in her home
phone.
"Cindy? Yes, I know! It was your cousin. He was abducted. Listen honey,
go into Chuck's room and get him a T-shirt, jeans... Hold on a second..."
Rose said before cupping the phone. "Do you need underwear?" Rose asked
of Chuck.
Chuck blushed a bright pink and nodded his yes.
"Okay! Cindy. T-shirt, jeans and a pair of shorts. Don't worry about
shoes and socks and grab that dress bag so I can hide this one he's
wearing," Rose said.
It took twenty five minutes for Cindy to reach the house with Chuck's
clothes and in between Rose was brought outside for her statement. The
officer's question about the little girl being okay repeated. He asked
twice more if she was a boy after Rose made it clear he was.
The scene eased as the car with the suspect left. When the other two
drove off the pedestrians milling about began moving back to their own
homes or off in small groups to share what they had. Near as anyone came
a little girl was abducted and being taken to the park.
Chuck changed and Cindy took charge of her carriage while his aunt zipped
the bag closed with everything Chuck had on. Chuck did go potty, this
time standing and just closed the seat when he finished.
They all walked back in silence. People looked but no connections were
made or none that were obvious. Susan left Chuck, Rose and Cindy for her
house as the trio made it into theirs. A detective would do a follow up
on the particulars the officer had said.
It was two hours later when those particulars were given. His name, that
suspect, was Willard, a convicted robber serving five years before he
walked away from the minimum security farm seven miles North of where
Rose lived.
It was an automatic five years more for the escape and whatever he'd get
for the charges pending which included breaking and entering, abduction
and abduction with the threat of grave bodily harm. There was a girl
friend picked up just on the other side of that grove of trees. She would
be charged with aiding and abetting a fugitive.
By nine o'clock the world was nearly back to normal again as Chuck laid
gratefully in a hot tub of water. His crisis had passed. His risk of
exposure covered by that odd series of events. He was about as happy as
he could be remembering that walk in those things.
It was three days later when things changed a bit. He was in another tub
of hot water soaking after his day of play. Those events behind him and
so too any remaining thought of risk. Even the detective, two days later,
made it clear that a testifying might not be necessary since there was a
plea bargain under way.
His fantasies, now free to form again, did so in the tub. At least until
there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Yes?" Chuck asked.
"I've set some clean things out on your bed!" his aunt said and then
adding, "We're making popcorn!"
"Be right out!" Chuck said cheerfully. He was four minutes past that when
he opened the door to the room he was using.
Those things on his bed were his cousins. A quilted pink robe with Barbie
smiling from the front of it to match Barbie on the nightgown. A less
fancy pair of panties on that. Her slippers, the ones with the bunnies
neatly sitting on the floor.
"Aunt Rose?" Chuck called out.
"Yes?" Rose said coming to his door.
"These are Cindy's?" Chuck said.
"Yes, I know! Did I tell you what that detective said? No, I don't think
I did... Wait, let me think? Nope, I'm sure I didn't. Anyway, it seems
that the man who abducted you was rather surprised to find out that he'd
taken a boy dressed as a girl. Shocked the detective said. Very shocked
as a matter of fact. He swore up and down that the only kid he saw in
that whole time was just that little girl. No boy at all. Never! Seems
that when he broke into our house that little girl was already dressed.
Cute little thing, he said. He also made it clear that he never had any
intentions of harming her. Said she reminded him of her sister's daughter
and he wouldn't have hurt her. Not in a million years. Just thought that
taking her along would help him make it to that grove of trees. She was
cute and a guy with a cute little girl wouldn't raise too many eyebrows.
"Isn't that odd? He was very clear on that part the detective said. He
also made it very clear, again, that he never saw a boy at any time? Oh,
and he didn't know about that little book either. Funny thing is, and
this part that detective got right before coming over, are the prints on
that book. There were only three: Susan's, mine and yours. That was it?
Just those! Now isn't that odd?" Rose said before pausing and in the
silence Chuck panicked.
He was at square one and didn't have a word to say in his defense. He
stood, also in silence. His eyes breaking contact with his aunt's
"Thought that was the case. Anyway, I've just finished reading that
story. This... these things are right out of the first chapter. So, go
ahead and get changed. Cindy won't be dressing you though like the girl
in the book. She's a bit too young for such things. However, I'm thinking
how fun it's going to be to be that aunt. Oh, Cindy is looking forward to
teaching you how to be a girl! She's always wanted a little sister and
now that she's almost got one she's thrilled. She's always hated the
thought of those dresses just hanging in her closet. Did you read that
book?" His aunt asked suddenly changing the subject.
"No," Chuck said softly without looking up.
"Too bad. Interesting though and we'll get through it together. You can
count on that. Oh, and that last chapter... That last chapter might take
another day or two before we can do that one. Frankly I'm not sure yet
where to buy diapers and plastic panties in your size? I'll have to look
around first.
"Anyway honey, go ahead and get dressed and come join us for popcorn. We
can plan on what we are going to be doing for tomorrow. And wearing...
Cindy obviously wants you to wear that pink dress again because it's her
favorite. I'm sort of favoring the lavender since you've already been in
that pink one. We thought we'd let you decide.
"The rest I'm afraid won't be up to you. That's going to be my job.
Although it's not going to be nearly as difficult as I might have
thought. Not difficult at all with that little 'how to book' for
guidance."
Post Script:
Finding diapers and plastic pants, as it turns out, wasn't nearly as
difficult as Chuck's aunt thought. There were fifteen chapters in that
little how-to-book she was using, and the diapers and baby pants began in
chapter twelve.
Actually, by the time Chuck returned home from his Summer with his aunt
and cousin, there were twenty five chapters in that little how-to-book.
Those last, written by his aunt and cousin. His mother, not too long
after his arrival home, began writing a few chapters of her own. Most of
hers also included diapers and baby pants.
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