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FORCED TO BE A PANSY
BY CHERYL LYNN
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Pat strolled into the kitchen sweat dripping from his sodden hair and
discoloring his clothing. Grabbing a dishtowel, he turned on the cold
water and stuck his head under its flow. He washed his face and the
back of his neck, and then sipped the cool water from the palm of his
hand. Turning off the water, he stepped back and began drying his head
and face with the dishtowel. Throwing the towel onto the counter top,
he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a sport's drink. He quickly
finished it off and placed the empty bottle on the table.
It was early summer and the game had gone down to the wire. Pat's
hustle and skills helped his team win by a single score and he was
still feeling the after glow of winning as he went to his bedroom.
There he stripped out of his filthy clothing and headed to a much
needed shower wearing only his sweaty jock strap. As he locked the
doors to the bathroom that he shared with his older step-sister, Pat
was upset at seeing hose, panties and bras hanging from the shower rod.
It seemed like every time he wanted to use the bathroom Sharon's
personal items were strewn all over the place. Her stuff as he called
it, took up almost all of the space available and he was becoming more
and more annoyed with her. Between the make up, lotions and whatnot she
seemed to be pushing him out of his own bathroom. Just like the rest of
his life, Sharon seemed to be taking over everything that he once
thought of as his own.
His step-mother was just as bad as she always took her daughter's side
and it didn't matter if he was right or not. Zelda had married his
father just a little over a year ago and his life hadn't been the same
since. These two women had come in and taken over everything including
his father. What upset him the most was that his father seemed to
always agree with whatever Zelda decided or wanted. What Zelda seemed
to want the most was to change Pat. According to her, he was not only a
slob but insensitive and much too aggressive. He was in need of a
strong hand and discipline according to her. Sharon did not help in the
least and always complained about Pat's behavior and how he always left
their shared bathroom in a mess.
In a snit, he pulled Sharon's drying underwear from the shower rod and
tossed it in a heap on the floor. Taking off his sweaty jock strap he
tossed it onto the pile of feminine apparel. The hot shower felt great
and he relaxed under its warm embrace. With the water becoming cool, he
turned off the faucets and got out of the shower. Drying himself off,
he wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into his bedroom.
Tossing the towel onto the bed, he examined himself in the full-length
mirror hanging from the back of the door. He was about five foot tall,
slim framed without a lot of fat, round face with shoulder length dirty
blond hair. The only complaint hat he had with his looks was the lack
of a strong manly chin. It was too rounded and small he thought. He
would have preferred a nice square chiseled chin. He quickly changed
into shorts and tee shirt, slid his feet into a pair of dirty sneakers
and headed back to the kitchen for something to eat.
Zelda was standing by the kitchen table as he came in. She immediately
began scolding him about cleaning up after himself. She reiterated that
he had been told at lease a hundred times before to quit using her dish
towels and sink to wash his head. He listened to her scolding for a
minute or two; then, ignoring her completely left the house.
"Just where do you think you are going!" she screamed at his retreating
back.
"To get a burger and hang with my friends," he shouted back. "I don't
need this shit."
When he got back to the house later that night, it was dark and not a
single light was on. Must have gone somewhere, he thought as he grabbed
a soda from the fridge and settled down on the couch to watch some TV.
Much later the backdoor opened and his step-mother and sister came in.
"Your father is in the hospital. He had a heart attack. You should have
been here," his step-mother said. "Go up to your room and get to bed.
We have to be at the hospital early tomorrow morning. No! Don't say
anything. You have nothing to say that we want to hear. Just do as I
said."
The next few days were hard on Pat. His father's health was steadily
deteriorating and his step-mother was on edge, but Pat tried his best
to behave. His father died at weeks end and the next month seemed to go
by in a fog for Pat. At mid-summer they packed what Zelda wanted to
take with her and they left to go live with Zelda's maiden aunt Hilda.
Aunt Hilda lived outside of San Francisco on a small vineyard left to
her by her parents. It had a big six bedroom house and the processing
shed where the grapes were made into wine. Aunt Hilda no longer brewed
any wine, but sold off the grapes to other processors. The processing
shed had been converted first into a barn for a couple of milk cows.
Later into a guest house when she thought about turning the place into
a bed and breakfast, but that was about as far as she went with the
idea.
Aunt Hilda was in her mid-fifties, strong in both build and attitude
from years working the farm. She also disliked men and was pretty much
a loner, which was the main reason she did not complete her bed and
breakfast idea. Too many men would be invading her privacy something
she did not want.
Zelda and the children arrived around noon and Hilda was pleased to see
her and Sharon but was surprised to see Pat. They grabbed the luggage
and began taking it to their various rooms. Pat struggled with his
oversized duffel bag and one small suitcase. Hilda came over to him and
easily picked the duffel up and led him to his room. Telling him to get
settled, she then went off to help Zelda and Sharon.
While Pat was getting settled into his new home, the women were sitting
at the kitchen table talking about him. Hilda didn't like what she was
hearing. When Sharon told her about finding Pat's used jock strap mixed
with her lingerie on the bathroom floor she decided that something
would have to be done.
"We're going to make that boy wish he never was born," Hilda said.
"Such behavior cannot be tolerated and will not in my house."
"Maybe we should start spanking him or at least grounding him," Zelda
replied.
"Mother that little pansy would probably pee his pants if you so much
as threatened him with a paddling," Sharon piped in. "He's never been
spanked in his life much less grounded."
"I think Sharon has something there," Hilda said. "Why don't we see
just how much of a pansy we can make him? Having a little pansy
floating around the house would be much nicer than that ruffian running
amok and upsetting my life."
"Hilda you can't be serious about that? I know he is a pain in the butt
at times and I inherited him from my husband, but he's all boy. Can you
really change him into a pansy? That's pretty drastic isn't it? That is
if you mean pansy... like I think you mean it."
"Yeah, I think we can do it. I have some stuff left over from when I
tried to raise some milk cows. He's about Sharon's size and I'm sure
she has some things she doesn't need any more. Plus, I have a few of my
old things from when I was a girl. First, let me go and find what I
have left over from my cows. Tomorrow we can start to finish up the
shed. You know... Paint it in pretty pansy colors, get some furniture
and such...yes we can do it, if you both agree that having an
effeminate boy around would be preferable to that rowdy one we have
now."
"Mom, I want revenge. Pat hasn't respected my privacy...you remember
him stealing my diary and showing it to all the guys at school... n...
n...and the time he put itching powder in my panties. He's been nothing
but a nuisance and embarrassment since we moved into that house. Now
that his father is no longer here to try and discipline him...well, you
know, he'll be a total snit," Sharon said after Hilda left to check the
attic.
"Oh, I almost forgot about him stealing your diary. You had to break up
with your boyfriend and even some of your girl friends gave you a hard
time didn't they? I was really upset with his father for doing nothing
about that! I loved him, you know, your step-father that is...and Pat
is his only son...still that does not excuse his ill behavior." Zelda
replied.
"Come on, Mom. So what if Aunt Hilda wants to punish him? It will do
him a world of good if he did become more manageable and understanding.
It's either that or I think she will just toss him out on his ear the
first time he pisses her off."
"Sharon! Watch your mouth. Such language for a lady, but yes you might
me right. Hilda doesn't have much tuck with men in the first place and
without her help I don't know where we would live."
"I think it would be kinda neat, you know, him having wear dresses and,
like you know, everything that goes with it. Heck, I just might like
having a little sister to boss around."
"Well, I have to agree with you there Sharon. He is kind of dainty in a
way. Hilda would only be bringing out the feminine side. Yes, I am
starting to like the idea of having two daughters. It would be so much
easier on everyone. When Hilda gets back, oh I think I hear her coming
now."
"Have you two decided anything yet?" Hilda said as soon as she walked
into the room. "I found a whole trunk load of stuff in the attic that
should fit him. You all want to do it or not?"
"Yes," they both agreed. "Let's do it."
"All right then, if you agree; then come on, we have some shopping to
do. Let the little soon to be pansy stay here and enjoy the last of his
boyhood."
"You're not going to get too radical are you Hilda?" Zelda said as she
grabbed her purse. "I don't want you to get all over enthusiastic about
this like you usually do and go completely overboard with this."
"Zelda and you too Sharon, I want you both to understand that I am in
charge of this project from the get go. If he is to go on living here,
what I decide goes. Any questions? If not...oh... all right
Zelda...don't look at me like that. I will try not to go over board but
my decisions are final."
Pat was watching TV when they got back carrying loads of packages and
bags. They ignored him and went straight to the bedroom. Later, at
dinner, which to Pat's surprise was somewhat skimpy, he was given a
large glass of orange juice. When he asked for iced tea like all the
rest were having he was simply told to drink his juice. That was the
last thing that he remembered.
When he awoke, he had a splitting headache and dry mouth. He tried to
get up but found himself bound to the bed. He had to pee something
fierce but he could not free himself. He called out, but no one
answered his calls. The pressure became too much and the inevitable
happened, except the fluid seemed to puddle around his groin and butt.
It felt horrible and warm wetness soon became cool and irritating. At
long last the door opened and someone came in. It was Hilda. She had an
evil grin on her lips as she walked over to him.
"Does the little pansy need his diaper changed?" she asked.
"What happened? Why am I tied to the bed?" he managed to stammer.
"What happened? Well, I put a little sleeping medicine in your juice
and then put you to bed. As for the why, well I considered it best for
all of us. Until we can get your new room all fixed up, it's better
this way. Now if you will be good, I will untie your feet so that I can
change your diaper, but if you so much as flinch or say another word I
will leave you in your wet diaper. Nod if you understand? Good pansy."
Blushing beet red, Pat lay silent as Hilda removed his plastic panties
and diaper. He blushed even deeper as she cleaned him up with baby
wipes and powdered him. A new diaper was fastened and the plastic
panties pulled back up in short order. Again she tied his feet to the
bed and left him like he was.
She returned shortly with a large baby bottle. Actually it was a calf's
milk bottle with a very large rubber tit filled with what appeared to
be chalky looking milk. She made him take it and did not leave until he
had finished all of it. It was sickly sweet and had a slightly bitter
after taste, but he did drink all of it. After he finished, she turned
out the light and left him to contemplate his future.
While Pat was stuck in his room being treated as a baby, the others
were busy fixing up the room in the shed. It now had soft pastel pink
walls with white floral trim, a twin bed with pale pink chiffon canopy,
white with gold accents vanity, dresser and side table with a princess
lamp. The wall directly across from the bed held a picture of three
muscle men wearing only a very brief g-string while the other walls
held pictures of boy bands. The bathroom walls were covered in a white
wall paper with a pink penis with testicles imprint. The counter top
and bath tub were filled with feminine lotions and bath supplies while
the medicine cabinet held feminine hygiene products. It was almost
ready for its new occupant. The only things left to do was to place the
security bars on the lone window, which was trimmed in pink chiffon
curtains and place the linens on the bed. Hot pink sheets and white
down comforter with pink lace edging along with several stuffed animals
were the last items.
The next day, the three women took him to his new room. At first sight
he tried to struggle and free himself from Hilda's strong grip. Running
away was preferable than having to live in that prissy room the told
himself. No matter how much he twisted or turned, Hilda's grip remained
firm. He was brought kicking and screaming into his new room and before
he could do much of anything found himself firmly over Hilda's ample
lap. She roughly pulled his diaper off and began spanking him with her
hard calloused hand. At first he was surprised; then, later in great
pain as she quickly turned his backside bright red.
With the spanking over, Pat curled up into a ball while lying on the
floor crying his eyes out. They let him lay there until the worst of
his crying was over. Hilda pulled him back to his feet. "Listen to me
you little pansy," Hilda hissed into his ear. "That is just a small
sampling of what you'll get if you do not mind me or the others. This
is your room and this is where you will stay. Get use to it. Now unless
you want another spanking, listen carefully to what I am going to tell
you. First, from this moment on you will do exactly what you are told
when you are told to do it. Second, you will wear whatever we decide
that you will wear, and third, now get this firmly into your head, you
are a pansy and will behave accordingly or you will be very sorry that
you were ever born. Is that understood? Now what are you?"
Slowly between sniffles Pat answered, "Err...I...I'm a...pan...sy." He
had no idea of what he just admitted to, but another spanking was
certainly not what he wanted.
"Tell me again! What you are and put a big smile on your face when you
say it!" She demanded.
"I'm a pansy," he managed without stuttering and with what could be
described as a faint smile.
With that Hilda got off the bed where she had administered his spanking
and taking his hand led him into his new bathroom. He did not notice
her pick up what looked like a large flashlight from the bedside table.
He took one look at the bathroom and went pale. His gaze roamed around
the room seeing the pink penises, the display of feminine lotions and
bath oils then the display of feminine hygiene products as Zelda opened
the medicine cabinet. Hilda was standing to one side, Zelda by the
medicine cabinet, and Sharon by the toilet when he decided enough was
enough. Despite being naked, he screamed loudly and turned to run back
out of that horrible bathroom and bedroom. He didn't care what happened
once he made good his escape, just as long as he managed to get away.
He made it halfway out the bedroom when he felt something sting him on
his back just above his butt. A piercing electrical shock shot up his
spine and exploded inside his head.
"I knew this old cattle prod would come in handy one day," Hilda said
as she moved over to the unconscious boy. "Zelda, why don't you pull
back the bed covers and you Sharon get me a clean diaper for our little
pansy."
Once they had him in the bed, Hilda ordered the others to go back to
the house while she finished up on Pat. Hilda went to another part of
the shed and retrieved several items. As she was returning to the room,
she grabbed hold of a milking machine that was sitting near the door.
Standing over the prostrate boy, she filled a syringe with a clear
fluid and after wiping each nipple with an alcohol swab injected the
contents into both of his nipples. Taking another syringe, she injected
its contents into his right hip. Making sure that his hands and feet
were secured in the leather cuffs, she left him to his rest.
For the next two weeks he was left tethered to the bed. Once each day,
he received his three injections and was bottle fed five times a day.
Otherwise he was totally confined. At the end of the two weeks, he was
released from the bed. He was so weak that he had to be assisted into
the bathroom. There Hilda wearing a rubber apron and gloves gave him a
complete bath after applying a strong hair removing cream. When he came
out of his bath, he was ushered over to the toilet. Hilda was holding a
douche bag filled with fragrant water. He was too weak to offer any
resistance as she plunged the nozzle into his opening. After his
cleansing, he was led over to the sink where his teeth were brushed and
a feminine deodorant applied under his arms. A dusting of lilac scented
powder and he was done. Back in the bedroom, he was given a pair of
yellow nylon panties to put on. They were brief style and had an
overlay of floral lace on the front and two bright yellow satin ribbons
fancily tied at each hip. Then he was seated at the vanity and Hilda
applied moisturizer to his face explaining as she went. Pat dully
watched as she applied the cream. Taking another jar from the counter
top, Hilda then applied a generous portion to each of his sore nipples.
They were puffy and warm to the touch from both the injections and
application of the milking machine that had been used on him for the
past two weeks. With that done, he was lead back to his bed and
fastened securely to it.
Hilda pulled the milking machine over to the bedside and turned it on.
Smiling down at the hapless boy, she applied one of the milking sheaths
over his right then another over his left nipple. The suction of the
machine drew them into the sheaths and made his breast flesh dome up,
he moaned in pain.
"Might hurt some, but you'll get use to it soon enough," she said the
smile never leaving her face. "In a couple of months you're going to
look forward to this. I know my old cows looked forward to it when
their tits were loaded with milk. I've been injecting you with cow
hormones I used to make them better milk producers. Just might work on
you, but time will tell."
From that point on, the other two females began helping Hilda in her
training program totally unaware of what had been going on. Hilda came
in first and saw to his dressing. Panties, training bras, petticoats,
dresses, skirts and blouses of a most feminine style were his to wear
every day. Hilda even found an old corset of hers and made him wear it
constantly. High heeled pointy toed shoes that were a size too small
were forced onto his feet.
Sharon spent several hours each morning with him teaching him how to
care for his face and apply make up. During his lunch, he was required
to read the magazines Sharon left for him. The latest teen mags, books
on etiquette, fashion mags, and various instructional books designed
for young girls explaining everything from hygiene to how to date and
keep boyfriends.
Zelda came after lunch and gave him instructions on how to walk, sit,
talk and behave like a lady. Hilda usually came back in to give him his
dinner and question him about all that he had learned that day. If he
did not answer quickly and correctly she would use an old riding crop
on his bare thighs. Before leaving she would give him his shots and
attach the milking machine to his tender and growing nipples.
After two months of this, Hilda decided to step up the program and
began teaching him how to apply the knowledge he received on feminine
hygiene. He had to perform a cleansing douche daily, use the correct
sanitary pad during his period as well as a tampon. In the evening, she
brought in a television and VCR, placed a large bright pink dildo in
his hand, and as a final humiliation had him bend over and inserted a
butt plug into his ass. She pumped it up until he moaned in pain. Next,
she pulled down the bodice of his nightie and pulled his bra over his
growing breasts and fastened the milking machine to his nipples.
Satisfied, she stood back and surveyed her handiwork. Pat sat in a
straight backed chair in front of the TV dressed in a very frilly soft
green chiffon nightie. It was semi-transparent and you could see the
outline of his corset, panties and bra through the material of the
flimsy gown. He had a pair of three inch mules on his feet and sat with
a very straight back with his chest thrust out. It looked a little
strange with the milking machine hooked to his chest, but overall he
presented a nice pansy picture.
Finally she pressed the start button on the VCR and the movie began to
play. It was an all male porno flick. Whenever an actor started to suck
on a cock, Pat was expected to copy it exactly with the dildo he was
holding. If he did not participate with happiness and eagerness showing
on his face, the riding crop would whistle down and strike him on his
exposed upper legs. He was also required to wiggle his ass and moan
sexily whenever one of the guys was getting fucked. The constant
rubbing of the butt plug on his prostate would have given him a hard on
if he could do so, but that had been tucked away between his legs and
super glued in place months ago. He did manage to achieve release by
wiggling his own butt to the point where his prostrate released its
load of juice into the crotch of his panties.
He tried to fight everything that they did to him, but the punishments
were more than he could bear. Pat tried his hardest to ignore the porn
films Hilda made him watch, but after a month, he could no longer
resist. That was when he came for the first time by wiggling and
massaging his anal cavity with the butt plug. Hilda was very pleased
that night and decided it was time to move on to more advanced
training. She had a friend in San Francisco that could help her out
with the next stage of his training.
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