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Maggie's Perfect Plan
Part 9
By Eve Smith
Helpless I lay on the bed, trapped in the sleep suit, my arms
tight at my sides, my feet bound together and my head encased in
the Pop Hood. I shuddered as I thought of all the small faces
that had occupied the hood. They had donned it willingly, pulled
it on and accepted the lips of the damn thing into their mouths
so that they could pretend that they were Baby Spice. My tongue
tried to work under the edge of the lips that were encasing mine
but the latex material gripped tightly and would only be released
when the hood was taken off. At the moment that was not an
option. I moved my head trying to get my chin under the moulded
chin of the hood. It fitted snugly and the material moved with me
as if a second skin. Sweating I lay still. It had only been a few
minutes since they had left me alone in the room giggling as they
went. The taste and smell of the hood was a mix of latex and
sweat, the sour taste and odour of the many others that had worn
this damn thing.
Some time later the door opened and the light was switched on.
Slowly my eyes adjusted to the light and I saw Maggie standing
there grinning.
'Well well, and to think of the fuss you made when poor little
Emily wanted one of those and you wouldn't let her, and now you
are obviously enjoying wearing a what is it, oh yes a Baby Spice
Pop Hood.' She sat on the edge of the bed and laughed.
Talking through the restrictions imposed by the latex hood I
tried to plead with her to remove it.
'And spoil Emily, Kylie and Britany's fun, I don't think so, you
have to remember that you are only here now to clean for us and
our amusement.'
I looked at her through the slits in the hood, salty sweat now
stinging my eyes and wondered how she could be so evil.
'I know that you wet your nappy, but have you done anything else
yet.'
I shook my head instead of replying through the latex lips.
'Well I think that you will be soon, I thought that the girls
would have you in a nappy tonight, so I put quite a lot of
laxative in your food, so not only did you have spit,
regurgitated vegetables to eat but you also had Exlax.' She
laughed and stood. 'I would imagine your nappy will be rather
full in a little while.'
She left the room turning off the light and still laughing. Her
receding footsteps and then the silence seemed to sum up my
lonely life. Trapped in the sleep suit wearing a wet nappy I was
soon to be laying in more of my own mess.
As if by autosuggestion I started to feel cramps in my stomach
within a few minutes of her going. I tried to move, tried to get
more comfortable but found it impossible to do anything but lay
on my back. I pulled my knees up trying to relieve the pain. I
was thinking that I was even being denied the basic human right
of being allowed to use the toilet when my bowels released,
filling the nappy, filling the toilet that I was being made to
wear. It was so uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do. I
sobbed in frustration.
Eventually I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of better times,
dreaming of when I had been a man only to awake to my new little
girl world of skirts, dresses, panties, nappies and rubber pants,
and the constant humiliation that now filled every minute. I
tried to go back to sleep, tried to regain the place in the dream
that had been so comforting. It wasn't to be.
The door opened. The three girls walked in.
'How is our sissy baby girl, has she got a dirty nappy?' said
Emily.
I nodded, they giggled. My feet were released and the zip on the
sleep suit lowered so that I could get out of it.
'Oh you stink!' exclaimed Kylie as the odour from my soiled nappy
hit her and the others.
I was told to go to the bathroom and clean up. 'Take off your
nappy and have a bath.' commanded Britany.
I nodded and went and removed the nappy and ran a bath. With
difficulty I pulled the hood from my head and licked my lips
tasting the sour taste of latex on them. My face and hair was
covered in a slimy film. It was so nice to be out of the sleep
suit. I lay in the bath and washed, feeling the hot water wash
away the filth that I had been forced to sleep in. My body ached
from the restriction that I had been kept in.
When I had finished I returned to my bedroom were the girls were
waiting. A short white pleated skirt, yellow panties, my Little
Pony tee shirt; knee length white socks and buckle up jelly shoes
were the clothes that they adorned me in. The T-shirt was tight
and showed the small growths on my chest plainly. The skirt was
so short that it showed my panties as I sat on the bed as Kylie
did my hair, drying it first and then putting it in plaits with
pink ribbon on the ends. My hair was long and they reach halfway
down my back, with the hair on my head pulled tight. I saw myself
in the mirror, I looked even younger attired in the clothes and
with my hair done in a way that would be more suitable for an
eight year old.
Emily saw me trying to pull my skirt down, trying to cover my
panties. 'It doesn't matter if little girls show their panties,
they do it all the time and when we are at the Mall today you
will be playing on the activity centre with all the other little
girls, climbing ladders and ropes, crawling around in the ball
pit, going up and down the slide, you will have such fun.'
I looked at her and then the others and then back at my
reflection. I appeared even smaller, my head not even reaching
their shoulders. Emily went to have a bath and Kylie and Britany
took me into their room whilst they got dressed. They both
stripped off their nightwear dropping it and their panties to the
floor and walked around naked getting the clothes for the day. I
stood, my eyes averted, embarrassed by this.
Kylie saw me and laughed, 'Don't look so worried sissy, we don't
mind getting changed in front of another girl, it would be
different if you were a man but its obvious that you are a little
girl so it doesn't matter, and soon you will have tits like
this.' she said as she jiggled her breasts.
I blushed this time through my own embarrassment at being
humiliated again. They laughed. Kylie told me to stand sucking my
thumb. I obeyed her. A knock on the door and then Emily entered.
She saw me with my thumb in my mouth.
'That reminds me,' she said 'we must get a dummy and a nice
little feeder cup for him today.'
This was discussed in a pretend serious way between them, which
was designed to and achieved further degrading me. They took me
downstairs and I had breakfast at the table with them. When we
had finished Emily and her cousins went out. I was left to
firstly wash up and clear up downstairs and then make the beds,
clean the bathrooms and collect all their dirty washing which I
put in the laundry basket. This was kept in the utility room and
was a plastic oblong box with a hinged lid. It was about 3ft wide
by 3ft across by 3ft deep and it was full of their washing,
blouses, panties, tights, and bras. I knew that sometime soon it
would be my task to hand wash the contents of the basket. I
looked at the soiled and stinking clothing and shuddered.
Maggie and Marie sat in the lounge talking, enjoying the freedom
from the chores that would normally be theirs. They were happy to
sit as sisters relaxing whilst the forced feminised male did the
work.
'Lucy get us some coffee.' ordered Maggie. I did as she wanted
and returned to them carrying a tray with the drinks on.
'Sit cross legged on the floor and suck your thumb like a good
little girl.' demanded Marie. I did as she told me. They laughed
as they saw my yellow panties that were small but big enough to
cover the rubber ones that were below them.
'It's hard to believe he was ever a man.' said Marie, sneering at
me.
'The only big thing about him was his bank balance,' replied
Maggie laughing. 'and he doesn't even have that any more, and we
must stop calling him he, how could you call anyone that looks
like that he, from now on it's got to be she all the time.'
They both laughed, and then Marie said, Emily is so lucky having
her to play with, my girls would love to have a full time sissy
slave, they would make his...er I mean her life a misery. Maggie
just said that from now on they could visit whenever they wanted.
They cuddled each other and laughed loudly.
They parted and Maggie said to me sternly, 'Have you cleaned
Emily's boots since the last time she went riding?'
I shook my head and said no. She told me to go and get them and
them sit on the floor again.
I sat cross-legged on the floor holding the girls rubber boots.
'There're dirty and smelly aren't they Lucy.'
I nodded.
'They need to be cleaned don't they Lucy.'
Again I nodded.
'Emily likes you to clean them in a special way doesn't she Lucy,
tell us how Lucy.'
My head down and my voice low I said, 'She likes me to lick them
clean.'
'Look up at us and say that.' demanded Maggie. Marie was laughing
and said something about her daughters would have to do something
good to beat this, a challenge that offered to them I knew that
they would take with relish.
I looked up at their smiling faces, 'Emily likes me to lick her
boots clean.' Smiling Maggie then said, 'Okay Lucy start cleaning
them, we want to watch you licking my daughters boots clean.'
I slid my hand into one of them; my fingers now were Emily's feet
would be. The long boot reached beyond my elbow. Their smirking
faces watched gleefully as my tongue ran across the filthy
rubber, the dirt went into my mouth. The taste was foul, and the
look on my face that said it was disgusting amused them.
My mouth was dry and my tongue sore as I completed the second
boot. Their smug faces in view to me as I swallowed the filth
that gathered on the footwear that Emily used to protect her feet
and was seen as suitable to end up in my mouth.
'Kylie and Britany love riding, their boots are always dirty,
muddy and smelly and I'm sure that they would love having sissy
Lucy cleaning them with her tongue.' stated Marie in a way that
could have been describing an everyday event instead of the
degrading task I was being put through.
'Next time they come over they must bring them, it would be fun
to see Lucy cowering on her knees cleaning them whilst they are
wearing them.' Maggie said this, much to the amusement of her
sister who replied, 'Look at the worm, dressed like an eight year
old girl, sitting cross legged on the floor licking shit from
your daughter's boots.'
'The little wimp deserves all he gets for thinking that I wanted
him as a husband, imagine me wanting something like that, a
little wimp with a tiny cock, no he... I mean she is much better
suited to being a girl slave and plaything for my daughter.'
I listened to this wanting to scream and shout, wanting to get up
and run but the next statement stopped me in my tracks.
'If at any time she doesn't do as she is told or becomes a
nuisance I will let Sadie sell her to some dirty old man that
would love to take her home, specially dressed in her slutty
skirt and boots.' I looked at Maggie, the stern look on her face
saying that she meant it.
Maggie went onto tell her sister that Sadie had said that she
could get a lot of money for me. The horror of what she had said
filled me with dread. Marie laughed as her sister told her that
Sadie had many customers, some of which would love to have a
'special daughter'. My hands shaking I got a cloth a polished
Emily's boots, the fear deep in my soul that I would be sold like
some piece of furniture. The girls returned just after I had
finished them. I was told to put them away.
Within minutes we were in the car. Maggie driving with her sister
beside her and the three girls and me on the back seat. They were
going to the cinema, 'It's a film that is for over twelve's so
you won't be able to go Lucy, but never mind you can play with
the other children at the activity centre.' stated Emily.
'It's for girls 7 to 10, so you will feel at home.' giggled
Britany.
Kylie turned and looked at me smirking, 'You will such fun on the
climbing frames, bouncy castle and ball pit and they also have
paints and crayons for the little girls to play with.'
Maggie was looking at me in the rear view mirror and could see my
face redden with shame. My stomach churned not so much in fear of
going but in the concern of my true identity being discovered.
'And another thing, you are right handed aren't you.' said Emily.
I nodded. 'From now on you only write and draw left handed, we
can't have you writing like an adult can we, or maybe people will
guess your little secret.' I again nodded.
The car stopped and I was let out in front of the single story
building with the legend 'GIRLS ACTIVITY AND PLAY HOUSE' painted
on the main wall. A 6ft chain link fence surrounded it. In the
grounds were the climbing frames, swings and other types of
activity including a bouncy castle. I could see girls playing on
the equipment, clambering up the frames, bouncing on the castle
and running around giggling. Maggie gave me a piece of paper and
a hand full of coins.
Emily pointed towards the gate and told me to go in. I quivered
as I got out of the car. 'We will be back in about four hours,
have a good time Lucy.' laughed Marie.
At the gate was a woman of about 40 years old. I approached her.
She smiled as I handed her the paper and money.
She studied the paper and then said, 'Hello Lucy, I see that you
are 10, you can go and join the others of that age on the bouncy
castle.' she said as she looked at the paper. 'You will get the
chance to play on all the other equipment and also paint while
you are here.'
I smiled at her, trying to be as convincing as possible. I did
not know if I was relieved or ashamed that she really thought I
was a ten-year-old girl. Already on the bouncy castle were at
least six girls all of about 10. I slipped off my shoes and got
onto the contraption. It was the start of 4 hours of hell. The
other girls were dressed in clothes more befitting their age and
immediately they giggled as they saw me attired in skirt, tee
shirt and socks that would have suited their younger sisters.
They saw me as someone that they could deride and treat with
contempt. As I bounced they came to me, surrounding me.
'Look at her white virgin socks.' said one.
'And her T-shirt, oh God, My Little Pony, how pathetic!' another
stated.
I bounced on the castle trying to ignore their taunts. My eyes
filled with tears. The woman from the gate must have noticed and
came over. She led me by the hand into the building.
'Never mind Lucy, they are horrible girls, you can come in here
with the younger girls and do some painting.'
Seated at a large table were about half a dozen eight year old
girls. They were wearing pink plastic smocks to protect their
clothes from the paint. From a peg the woman picked up a smock
for me. I stood with my arms outstretched as she put it on me and
zipped it up at the rear. She sat me down between to other girls
and gave me brushes and paper. The room smelt of poster paint and
crayon and reminded me of my school days. I looked at the girl
next to me and she smiled, I smiled back my teary eyes now
drying.
Soon I was painting, left handed of course and trying to act like
I was one of the girls seated at the table. I had no choice but
to join in the childish and giggly conversation. The girl next to
me was Amy; she was eight and a chatterbox. She talked endlessly,
telling childish jokes that soon had me giggling. I joined in her
conversation, my voice mingling easily with the other girls. I
was accepted as one of them.
I went to the toilet and sat on the low plastic seat, my panties
around my ankles and my skirt and smock hitched up. My head was
spinning. Through sheer need I was adapting to what had been done
to me.
For the first time in days I was being spoken to on equal terms
and not in tones of derision. The girl Amy was nice and I felt
comfortable talking to her. That was the problem. I was a 22-
year-old male trapped in a body that she could relate to as one
of her peers. My conversation was becoming childish and giggly. I
appeared to be regressing mentally as well as physically. I heard
someone enter to toilet area.
'Are you okay Lucy.' a female adult voice said.
'Yes Miss I will be out in a moment.' I replied, nearly gasping
at my response that came so automatically. I rejoined the other
girls and continued painting, my left handed efforts not as good
as Amy's work.
Slowly the afternoon passed but at last it was time to leave. I
waited at the gate to be collected with the other girls holding a
Polaroid picture of myself painting that was a souvenir of the
afternoon. I looked at myself in the picture and at the other
girls sitting near me. They looked younger than me but only just.
I swallowed deeply feeling so helpless and exposed. The other
girls would have pictures of themselves with me in the frame.
More and more people were seeing me and having images of me as
Lucy.
The car drew up at the curb. The smiling faces of Maggie, Marie,
Emily, Kylie and Britany stared at me. I walked from the gate to
the car and got in. Kylie grabbed the photograph and giggled at
the picture smiling and attired in the pink plastic smock. She
showed it around the others in the car. The woman from the gate
approached the car and Maggie lowered the window. The woman
whispered something to Maggie who nodded and said okay. The woman
walked away and Maggie raised the window.
'So it seems Lucy the other 10 year olds were talking the piss
out of you and you had to be put with the eight year olds.' I
looked down, feeling ashamed. 'So sissy Lucy can't even cope with
10 year old girls, how funny.' Laughter filled the air as Maggie
drove away.
'Looks like you enjoyed yourself Lucy,' said Emily sarcastically
'being a little girl really suits you and we have another little
surprise for you tomorrow that will be as enjoyable for you as
today was, well at least it will be for us.' She giggled, as did
the other girls.
I closed my eyes not wanting to know, just wanting to sleep, just
wanting to escape in pleasant dreams.
End of part 9
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