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10. A quiet dinner
They went downstairs, and Geoffrey amazed Mrs Driver with the skill he
displayed to walk on high heels. As they entered the large kitchen and
dining room, Alice shrieked with delight as she saw "Jessica".
"Oh, Mommy Driver, Jessica looks so good. She has such a nice smile! I'm
glad she decided to become a girl, it's like I'm going to have a little
sister..."
Geoffrey did not comment in any manner. He had very mixed feelings: he was
appalled at the way the women treated him, but seeing Alice smile, seeing
a happy Alice after he had seen her so upset and angry in the morning was
also a real eye candy.
They sat him on a chair, and using carefully folded coils of rope laying
on the next one, they tied him up to it. He was amazed at the speed and
the craft they showed, working as a team, for in the end it was not overly
tight, yet he could foster no hope of getting free. How long had they done
such a thing?
"Well, Alice, I think that, as it is a very important day for Jessica, but
also for us, we should celebrate. Why don't you fetch a bottle of
champagne?"
Alice went to a set of shelves that she opened. It was actually the door
to the cellar. "They even have secret passages..." Geoffrey marvelled,
feeling like a heroine of these 18th century novels by Richardson he had
read with great interest... A heroine? No, he had to chase away the
thought! He was Geoffrey, and he complied with their insane demands only
so that he could foil their evil plans! And, maybe, a bit also because
these clothes felt nice...
Soon, Alice was back and she cracked open the bottle of champagne. She
poured the sparkling liquid in two flute glasses. Geoffrey grunted, as he
would have liked to have a taste of this luxury drink.
"No, Jessica, I'm afraid you're too young to drink alcoholic beverages,"
Mrs Driver gently rebuked him. "But we'll drink to your good health!
Cheers!"
Both women had a sip, and Mrs Driver went on, "As you've heard earlier as
I was talking with Edna, we are going to teach you out of your male
habits, because we think it is the best thing that may happen to boys who
have unhealthy manners. I don't want to have to change your sheets
everyday!"
She giggled, which made Geoffrey uncomfortable.
"In concrete terms, we'll keep you restrained so you don't do any of the
foolish things that are to be expected from those of your kind, and we'll
keep you gagged because a good girl is best seen not heard. This will last
a few weeks, until we can be certain that you have changed, and I may
trust you to be obedient. Apparently you're a nice little lamb, but it
takes time and strict discipline to get rid of some of your probable
natural tendencies. Then you will be trained as a proper young lady. There
are quite a few things that I'm quite sure you don't know, like sewing,
housecleaning, and such, so there is lot of work to be done ahead. I guess
by the time you are eighteen, you will be what you should be."
This final riddle puzzled Geoffrey, but he nodded in approval, drawing
further praises from the women. They had both finished their second glass
of champagne, and they sounded a bit tipsy, and quite joyful.
"Poor Jessica must be very hungry, for she skipped lunch; will you take
care of her, Alice, please?"
"But of course, Mommy Driver, I'd be glad to do just that..."
Geoffrey's thick gag was removed, but he was reminded that "she" was best
seen, not heard, and that he was not to talk. Alice spoon-fed him with
salad, and then minced meat and peas. He was quite happy with that, and
felt honoured that he got to eat before she did.
They were having ice-cream for dessert when the door bell rang.
"Will you get that for me, Alice?" Mrs Driver asked. "I'll mind
Jessica..."
She barely had time to give Geoffrey the last two spoonfuls, before Alice
came back followed by their caller. It was Andrea, still wearing the same
blue cloak.
"There is a note pinned to her cape, Mommy."
"Then, why don't you just give it to me?"
Alice unpinned a sheet of paper that had been carefully folded in four and
fixed above her bosom. Geoffrey was wondering why Andrea did not deliver
her message orally, for, from where he was, facing her, he could see she
was not gagged, as he could make out a set of luscious red lips under the
hood.
11. An evening visitor
Mommy Driver read the note out loud.
"Dear Mrs Driver, I thought Jessica would benefit from some educational
tools I had at home, hence I asked Andrea to come and give them to you.
Also to let you know that I feel a bit sad about her getting in such a
bind and that despite her punishment, she should be able to share the
company of young people, her being with an old woman like me all the time,
as I know you may be trusted to supervise what's going on. So she may stay
over at your place for a little while, if that's convenient for you. Would
you just be kind enough to give me a ring when you send her back, so that
I'm sure she does not loaf as she is regrettably prone to? Best regards,
Mrs Gilligham."
"Dang, these women sound formal," Geoffrey thought. Mrs Driver raised her
eyes from the note and had a look at Andrea, who had remained quite still,
having the same grin on her face the whole time the note had been read.
"Take off her cloak, Alice; I'm afraid Andrea won't be able to do it on
her own..." Alice did as she was told, and loosened the knotted ribbon
doing the folds of the long cloak up, and she removed it. Geoffrey
understood better about her smiling red lips, and her silence.
She was wearing another fiendish device to keep her mute. It was a bit
like the baby dummies that had been used in the afternoon, except this
time there was no ring, it was just a wide flesh coloured, eight-shaped
wide dummy plate, plated with some rubber lips. The wide satin ribbons
that fastened it inside Andrea's mouth also blended in quite well with her
skin's colour, making the deception complete.
"So where is this parcel you're supposed to deliver?"
Andrea turned around. She held a large brown paper bag in her hands, which
were still tied behind her back. Alice picked it up, and handed it to Mrs
Driver.
"That's quite a pleasant idea, and Edna has also been very kind to let you
come over for a while. Now, let me see what's in here..."
Geoffrey was also anxious to see what was in store for him. After such an
eventful day, he knew the worst could be expected... But there was not
much he could do at the moment, so he had to endure. His time would
come...
The first item puzzled him briefly, until Mrs Driver had turned it over
and over. It was a triangular translucent plastic shell, with three long
ribbons attached to each angle. Once he realised how it curved inwards, he
realised it was a bit like the box used in some sports, to prevent damage
to the crotch area. But of course, its purpose here was to protect him
from himself...
"How thoughtful from Edna! This will prevent Jessica from dirtying her bed
by rubbing herself on the sheets, even with her hands tied up! My, my,
Jessica, you will avoid punishments and dirty thoughts. What's next, then?
Oh some cute baby reins, isn't this pink patent leather just lovely,
Alice?"
"Yes, Mommy Driver, it is a very cute harness. This too will prevent
Jessica from doing naughty things! And what do you think, Jessica?"
"It's really nice, you're right."
"Good girl! I knew we'd achieve some results with you..."
Geoffrey was wondering where all these straps went, for it was an
intricate piece of leather work, with buckles and loops all over. At the
same time, he knew he would find out early enough.
Another item was taken out from the bag. Geoffrey shuddered, as he
identified what it was right away. It was the very same gag Andrea wore!
Mrs Driver stood and came behind him.
"Open up, Jessica, you've got to try out Mrs Gilligham's present..."
He parted his lips, and the large rubber pear was stuck into his mouth.
There was some sort of mouthpiece at the front, so his lips were taken
between two layers of thin rubber? As Mrs Driver fastened the straps
behind his neck, he understood the need for such protection, as the strap
pulled the front plate tightly against the outside of his lips. He heard
the click of the padlock. He was mute.
Then Mrs Driver took out an envelope out from the paper bag. It was not
sealed, and she got two paper sheets covered in handwriting out from them.
"This is entitled 'My Name is Andrea'. You've written your biography,
sweetie?"
Andrea nodded. "So, could you read it to us? Alice, remove her dummy, so
she may entertain us with her storytelling..."
Andrea meekly shook her head 'No', and Mrs Driver raised an eyebrow, but
before she could scold her, Alice explained the reason for her refusal.
"I think it won't be possible, Mommy. The buckle has a little padlock over
it, I can't remove it..."
"So, I'll ask you to read it to us, Alice." She handed out the letter to
her. Alice started reading, and it was real treat for Geoffrey to listen
to her, even better than ice cream. "What a melodious voice!" he
marvelled. He listened, totally enraptured by the tone.
11. Andrea's tale
"August 17th, 2005. This is my niece Andrea's confession in writing of the
misdeeds which caused her to come and live in my custody. She has toiled
heavily over the last week to write, review, and edit it so I'm pleased
with her story. People she meets may thus learn who she is, and understand
the kind of education she is receiving. This is the final draft.
Edna Gilligham.
My name used to be Andrew. I was born in Wicklow, Ireland on May10th,
1978. My mother raised me on her own, for she got divorced before I was
one. I have never met my father. When I had to move on to secondary
school, my mom sent me to a boarding school in Dublin. It was very nice; I
got to play a lot of football, and to take art classes which I liked a
lot. I got along well with other students and with the staff as well.
Three years ago, I discovered I enjoyed women's lingerie.
What I mean is that I enjoy wearing it as much as I enjoy watching ladies
who wear it. On a week-end, back at home, I had tried on some of my
mother's lacy silk knickers, and it was a really arousing experience. I
could not take them with me, for my mother would have seen they were
missing, so I thought about ways to get some for me. Having very little
pocket money, I decided I would shoplift them.
Every Tuesday night, there was this art class that took place outside the
school. I had roughly a half hour of free time before the class started,
and near the art school, there was a big department store. I first
snatched a pair of black satiny knickers. It was amazingly easy smuggling
them into my portfolio. It soon became a habit, every one or two months,
to steal knickers or stockings. I wore them everyday, usually with white
cotton briefs on top on days I had football practice.
I had to be very cautious to clean them up, but until May 24th of this
year, nobody ever got a clue about my peculiar mania. On that fateful day,
a sales clerk caught me with a silk garter belt and the matching silk
stocking. They called the school; my closet was searched before they even
came to pick me up and my secret hideout was discovered. There were twelve
pairs of knickers, two garter belts and ten pairs of stockings. That very
day, I was expelled from school for shoplifting. My mom came to pick me
up, and she discovered at the same time that I was a cross dresser and a
thief. Strangely enough, the school let me take my loot with me, because
they did not want to have the store press charges against one of their
students."
Geoffrey felt sorry for Andrea, who had to stand the humiliation of such a
story being told to total strangers. Alice kept on reading in a very
neutral tone, "Back home, Mom had her sister on the phone. Her sister
lives on her own in Birmingham. My aunt Edwina is fifteen years older than
Mom, in fact she's the one who raised her, for my grandmother died as my
mom was only three years old, and she was also a single mother. I had seen
her only a few times since I was a child, we had visited her to spend
Christmas at her house.
She explained the situation, and when she hung up, she said Aunt Edna
would be glad to have me over for the summer so she could teach me a few
good manners. The very next day, we took the ferry and drove to
Birmingham. My mother was still mad, and we almost did not talk during the
journey. We got to my aunt's late in the evening, and I did not talk much
then either, but my mom and my aunt lectured me a lot about honesty,
truthfulness, and juvenile delinquents who had to be put under strict
control. They basically said I could be happy not to be in jail.
My mother left right after breakfast the next morning. We had a talk with
Aunt Edna. She wanted to know more about this habit of mine. I let her
know I had my special wardrobe with me; she was surprised they had not
confiscated it. She asked me to clean up the breakfast table, and she went
upstairs. She rushed back three minutes later, brandishing a pair of
purple silk knickers; I had worn them the previous night, and I had
masturbated in them.
'You, filthy, disgusting pervert! Enjoying girls' clothing is one thing I
may understand, but indulging in unhealthy habits is something I won't
tolerate...' my aunt yelled. She threw the soiled knickers on the table,
and handed me another black pair. 'Go put these on and nothing else...'
she ordered. I didn't try to protest, as I was so ashamed of disappointing
her."
At that point of the story, Geoffrey thought of the women's obsession with
masturbation. It was ludicrous. Everybody knew that teenagers did such
things! And there seemed to be an M.O. going on. Some logic to their
madness... Andrea's story continued, Alice reading on with a very neutral
tone, in spite of the strange content.
"... My aunt tied me to a kitchen chair. She used white ropes, and I was
very strictly restrained. She noticed I was displaying some arousal, so
she interviewed me lengthily about my experience in being tied up. I
confessed to her that with some of my football team friends, we had had
quite a few occasions to play tie-up games. She had me confess about it,
and then she shoved my soiled knickers inside my mouth and taped it shut.
I stayed tied up and gagged for the entire next week. I was released only
for cleaning up, and my gag was removed only at meal times.
After a week, my aunt decided that I should start training as a maid, to
be helpful and to do my share of the chores. She had bought me a very nice
maid outfit, and she had some restraints that limited my moves but allowed
me to perform housecleaning tasks. Then at the end of July, she started to
provide me with formal education, to make up for me missing school. So I
was no longer tied up when I did my school work or that I performed my
maid's duties. I receive lessons in maths, home economics, suing and
English. I have to keep a diary, and my aunt has me read lots of
interesting books.
Last week, she told me that she had agreed with my mother that my in-her-
house-education would last until I turn eighteen, so I will live in
Birmingham until next May. I'm very pleased with that.
Signed: Andrea Mcildouney."
12. Getting ready for the night
"That's a very well read story, Alice. Thank you, Andrea, for sharing such
an educational tale with us; I'm certain Jessica in particular will
benefit from it. As for your other stories, I'll ask Mrs Gilligham that
you come back and read them to us at a later time, when you're not being
punished." Mrs Driver said. She turned to the clock, and exclaimed: "It's
getting quite late, girls, maybe Andrea should get going, and Jessica
needs to go to bed, for she has a long day ahead tomorrow."
Geoffrey moaned in distress at the thought.
"Glad you approve, Jessica," the old lady cooed.
Alice had already put her cloak back over Andrea's shoulders, carefully
knotting the ribbons under her chin in a big fat bow. Both women left with
Andrea, and Geoffrey was left on his own. He tried to get out of his
bonds, but even with lots of time, he doubted he could. The knots were out
of reach, and the ropes were carefully wrapped so there was very little he
could do. It did not hurt; nevertheless he was starting to feel a bit
numb. He heard Mrs Driver speaking on the phone, and the entrance door
being pushed close. They came back into the kitchen.
"Wasn't that an edifying story?" Mrs Driver asked. "There are quite a few
very instructive facts in this tale. I approve of Mrs Gilligham's methods
to tone down all the nasty aspects of maleness. It reinforces me in
thinking we have chosen the right way to help you out, Jessica. Now, I
think you'll have all the time to think about it over the next few days.
It's high time we put you in bed."
They released him from his ropes. He was slightly numb, so there was very
little chance he would try anything. But Mrs Driver had already taken a
hold of the leather harness, and put him into it. Three straps encircled
his torso horizontally, one above his fake breasts, one below, and one at
his waist, and two long vertical strips held the whole thing together,
running from the front and bottom to the back and bottom, while serving
also as shoulder straps. They buckled up behind and there were several
leather cuffs sewn onto each of the horizontal straps to keep his arms
pinned to his body in a number of ways. They chose to restrain them in his
back, for the time being, and he heard some clicking sound in his back.
Mrs Driver had just attached a matching leather leash to the harness. "Off
we go, Jessica! I follow you upstairs." So Geoffrey led the way upstairs,
where he was made to stop in the toilets. She pulled his bloomers down,
and left him relieve himself. Once he had grunted "yes" to her asking if
he was done, she came and wiped him, finishing her job with scented baby
wipes. To Geoffrey's horror, Mrs Driver then put him in the soft plastic
box. She first tied the two top ribbons around his waist, and then she
pulled the bottom one between his legs, to end up with all three ribbons
tied in a big bow behind. The rigid plastic kept his genitals protected in
case of a very unlikely shock, but also from enjoying the soft caress of
the soft sheets, Geoffrey realised.
"Alice honey, could you take over and see Jessica to bed?" Mrs Driver
yelled to the blonde girl who was still downstairs. She was almost
immediately there, and Geoffrey, dressed as a girl, still wearing his
rubber gag with the plastic smile design, harnessed in some sort of baby
reins, was handed to the girl. She grabbed the leash, and told him to go
to the bathroom. She removed the strap covering his lower face, after
having reminded him again he was to remain silent, and she brushed his
teeth, while talking very gently to him. Geoffrey closed his eyes.
It was the first time somebody brushed his teeth for him, and he thought
that he would like Alice to take care of other hygienic tasks involving
other body parts. Once she was done, she cleaned up the rubber bulb that
had filled his mouth for the last hour or so, and she put it back into
place, crying out in admiration over his obedient mouth opening. He was
then led to his room. She first took care of his legs, removing his shoes,
his stockings, and his bloomers. Then she put him in a pair of silk pyjama
trousers, and hobbled his legs with pink leather cuffs linked with chains
at his ankles and above his knees. Then she took care of everything above
his waist.
Geoffrey was extremely cooperative, because he planned to get the women to
drop their guard, and also because he could not help being moved by being
into Alice's hands. He knew that any resistance would bring Mrs Driver
into play, and he had to avoid it. He had never actually been so close to
Alice. He felt her warmth, he could smell her, and the light touch of her
fingers dressing him in pink silk caused him to have thoughts he had never
imagined he could have... He was glad, at least at this moment, that he
was wearing the plastic "jock strap", it was much less embarrassing than
the bloomers as he was handled by Alice.
He was eventually dressed from neck to ankles in pink silk. The pyjama top
was a blouse that buttoned up the back. Then Alice fastened a wide leather
belt on his chest, rid of the fake breasts and as flat as it had been
before his late afternoon dressing up. There were two cuffs in front, in
which his hands were put, so he had his arms folded across his chest. She
had him hobble up in bed, and a final strap, one end chained to the
headboard, was linked to the back of the chest belt. Alice did not
comment, but made sure he was comfortable in bed, and she carefully tucked
him in.
"Mommy Driver! I'm done!"
Mrs Driver came into the room.
"Jessica looks just adorable! And you made sure tonight she would NOT do
anything naughty! Thank you so much, Alice, for taking such good care of
her. Oh! Before we forget! The gag..."
Alice leaned over and removed the strap first, then took the gag out from
Geoffrey's mouth. At least he would be able to sleep without the
humiliation of being gagged...
"Here you go, darling!" Mrs Driver said as she handed Alice a roll of
flesh-coloured 2-inch tape. The blonde girl took it, and after having
carefully wiped the boy's lips with a cotton handkerchief, and whispered
in his ear he was to behave, she took two small strips to plaster an X
over his lips.
"You see, Jessica, this is more a reminder of your obligation to silence
than an actual way to mute you. But if you got sick during the night, it
is important you may be able to get your mouth free quickly. Of course,
such a favour should not be a motive for abuse on your part. If I notice
tomorrow morning you've messed up with the tape for no reason, I'll
retaliate..."
"She means it," Alice whispered into his ear as she was laying a fifth
strip of tape. His mouth was fully covered, and she smoothed it over his
skin to make it adhere well.
"A good night to you, Jessica!" Mrs Driver said as the women were taking
leave. The touch of the girl's finger over his lips subsided and he soon
fell asleep, determined to escape from all these weird treatments, and at
the same time dreaming to take Alice away with him, yet knowing full well
that freedom would mean losing her...
(to be continued)
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