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Sissy Farm - Chapter Four By: Beverly Taff List of Characters. Me: Michelle, a natural transvestite sissy; Janice: My Younger sister; Aunty Bev: Janice and My mother's Sister; Mistres Janet: Headmistress of the young lady's academy; Doctor Shirley Williams: My endocrinologist; Miranda: A very effeminate Sissy sales assistant; Miss Stern: Miranda's mistress who owns the shop; Peregrine: My transvestite uncle. Chapter Four When we arrived home, Aunty Bev instructed me to go up stairs and change out of my dress. "That dress is only for best Michelle," she declared as she handed me the rest of the parcels. "Here, take these up and change. Just keep your tap pants on and use one of the new tops you bought. You can change your bra and panties if you want as well." I gathered the parcels together and scampered off up to my bedroom. Again, I think my enthusiasm must have shown through because as I threw the parcels on my bed I turned to find Janice standing in the doorway. She was smiling. "Can I help you choose?" For a moment I was reluctant but it seemed churlish for a big sissy not to be kind to her younger sister and I could hardly claim to be her big brother whilst wearing my beautiful frock. "OK," I agreed. "Sit there and tell me what you think." She settled on the edge of the bed and started opening the parcels as I started to undress. Immediately I discovered that I could not undo the buttons at the back of the bodice and I squeaked with frustration. "Heck. These are awkward. I can't reach them." Janice nodded knowingly as she stepped forward and explained. "That's the trouble with frocks that button up the back. We girls all need help." "Well what about Aunty Bev?" I challenged. "I've never had to button up any of her frocks. "I usually do it if she chooses a back closing frock, but if you check you'll find she mostly wears skirts and blouses or front buttoning frocks. She's only got about six back fastening frocks in her whole wardrobe." Janice's knowledge surprised me. I had come to believe that only I assisted Aunty Bev. Now it seemed we were both involved. I made a mental note to ask Aunty Bev why she used me to do her corsets. I stood patiently whilst Janice unfastened the buttons then gratefully slid the frock off my shoulders and stepped carefully out of it. Janice reached out and fondled the satiny texture. "Gosh this is a lovely frock. I wish I had one as nice as this." I found my self also fingering the slippery satiny texture and smiled at Janice as I reached into my wardrobe and tried to hang the frock on one of my few hangers. I discovered that the frock would not stay on the plastic moulded hangers and the wide cut away neck kept sliding off the ends. Janice smiled and picked my frock up. "Not like that silly. Look inside the shoulders, there are two tiny little loops. They fit over the shaped cut-aways in the hanger see." I looked inside and saw the two loops where Janice had looped them over the shaped cut-aways. "Gosh. I always wondered what those strange shapes were for." "Well now you know, and while were at it, those little hooks on the lower cross bar are for skirt loops. Then you can hang your favourite blouse and skirt outfits together." "Gosh that's neat." I reached up and hung my frock in the wardrobe and turned to find Janice unpacking my other lingerie sets. "These are really nice. I hope I'll get some like this when I'm ten." "I'm sure you will. Aunty Bev's scrupulously fair. D'you want to try one of the bras on now?" Janice's eyes lit up and she immediately slipped off her top. She was a biggish girl for an eight year old and there was not that much difference between us, what with me following my father and being slightly small for my age. She tried fastening the back clasp and giggled as she struggled so I showed her how. "Aunty Bev joins the clasp at the front then twists the bra around her waist before tugging it up to hold her breasts." Janice giggled as she deftly followed my instructions. "What's so funny?" I smiled. "This is cool. I must be the only girl in our school that has been shown by her brother how to fasten her bra. Will you still show when I grow breasts?" We both fell about giggling, so much so that Aunty Bev came in from her room. "What's up with you two?" Janice explained and Aunty Beverly smiled. "Well, that's exactly how a sissy should be. Just like a big sister. Now I suggest that you both put your tops on and go out to play for a while. I helped Janice unpack the rest of my shopping and we fussed about trying to decide which top I should wear. Aunty Bev smiled as she watched us. "You're a right fussy little pair of madams aren't you? Still, that's another sign that you're a true sissy at heart Petal. I'd better get you enrolled at that school as soon as, -" I squirmed uncertainly. Not sure if I was excited or afraid. My emotions were just so mixed up! Aunty Bev smiled again, gave us both a kiss on the foreheads and left us to play in the back orchard where I pushed Janice on the swing that hung from the apple tree. Fortunately, Aunty Bev's house had a large walled garden that was not overlooked. I could play to my heart's content without fear of any exposure. As I pushed Janice on the swing, I waved to Aunty Bev through the drawing room window. She waved back as she chatted on the phone. Later as we sat in the conservatory, she brought us some fruit juice as I helped plait Janice's long golden hair. Aunty Bev smiled as she studied the plaits. "Hmm, not bad Petal, you've got nimble fingers and an eye for style, would you like to be a hair dresser when you grow up?" I beamed with pleasure at her praise and stood up to give her a hug. Aunty Bev then explained about whom she had been talking to on the phone. "I was talking to Mistress Janet's Ladies' Academy just then on the phone. She runs a very strict school but there are just a couple of vacancies left for the start of this next year. I've just managed to get you and Janice enrolled. Fortunately the fees are no problem. My income and your inheritances will easily cover the fees and any additional expenses." "What sort of school is it then?" I asked as Janice's ears pricked up and she joined me on the cane settee and we sipped our fruit juices. "Well it's residential school but only during the week. You will be able to come home every Friday and return on Monday mornings or Sunday nights. I'm sure you'll both like it. Some of the other pupils have to live there full time for the whole term because of the distances from their homes. Fortunately, the school is only twenty miles from here and within easy travelling distance. I might even come over to visit you during midweek so you won't miss me much." "What happens if we don't like it?" pressed Janice. "Oh I'm sure you will. The school's in lovely setting and there's masses to do." "When do we start?" I asked. "The middle of September dear, that's a month away that gives us a bit of time to help you prepare my darlings." Janice and I exchanged excited glances and squeezed each other's hands. Aunty Bev spotted our intimacy and took both our hands in hers as she stroked them. "This school will suit you both just perfectly but it'll certainly help you Michelle. Why Petal, you're now partway to being a beautiful sissy already my darling. Those matching tap pants and chemises are just so pretty. You two could almost be twin sisters except for your hair. Still it's got a month to make some progress. By the time school starts, we'll have your hair looking something like half decent. Janice and I hugged each other and I savoured the delightful sensations as our satiny chemises slithered together. The sensation caused me to start developing a 'condition' and Aunty Bev soon noticed. "You'd better go and address yourself darling then come and help in the kitchen. I can show you how to prepare a nice summer salad." I tried adjusting the tight fitting crotch of my tap pants and squirmed as my 'condition' grew to demand more attention. Janice quickly recognised what had happened and she piped up helpfully as she turned to Aunty Bev. "I'd better go and help her. Those pants look awfully tight." I glanced uncertainly over my shoulder as Aunty Bev recognised my nervousness and replied to Janice. "Yes, darling you'd better help her. Sissies can be so helpless when it comes to these things. Just be gentle with her." I was used to Janice seeing me with a 'condition' but I had never before had her 'help' me when it needed addressing. Aunty Bev explained to me. "You'll have to get used to having your 'conditions' attended to by other girls or more often other sissies Petal. In your new school, there will be many new rules. I'm quite sure Mistress Janet will see to it that you learn to control those conditions. It can be quite embarrassing for a sissy to get a condition if she isn't suitably dressed. Sissies shouldn't reveal their carnal needs except with prior permission. By having Janice attend to it from now until you attend school, we will be starting down the right tracks. Go on then. Go and sort it out. I walked uncomfortably as Janice joined me and when we arrived in the bathroom she immediately recognised that I would be unable to untie the bow at the back of my waist that secured the tight fitting tap pants. I wriggled self-consciously as Janice addressed the bow. "Oo-oh! Hurry up darling. It's getting tight," I begged. "The knot's slipped and jammed," she announced. "The waist sash is too short. We'll have to get a new one. The bow tails have slipped through and it's now become a jammed granny knot. Hold still!" I fidgeted and struggled to get my fingers under the leg holes of my tap pants but there was no elasticity. What with the tight tap pants and the form fitting panties, I just could not release my boy bits. I whimpered urgently. "Come on Janice. It's getting painful. He wants to grow up and out!" Finally with a sigh of satisfaction, Janice had the sash undone and started to unbutton the waistband. I gasped with relief as she unzipped the back zipper and I was able to slide the tap pants down my legs. Janice shifted around to face me as I urgently unbent my boy bit and allowed him to find freedom as he tented my panties. Janice looked up expectantly. "What am I supposed to do now?" Suddenly an unexpected voice appeared behind us. "You take it in your hands and flick the end darling. That will cause it to go soft." At that time, aged ten, I had never had an ejaculation and I squeaked my protest. "But Aunty Bev, I usually get a tingly thrill before he goes down." "Not any more darling. Sissies must do as their mistresses tell them. For the time being Janice and I will be your mistresses until school starts." "But, but, why can't I have a tingly now?" "You didn't get permission dear. If you want one next time, you must ask me or Janice OK." I pouted with discontent but Aunty Bev was the boss so I had to obey her. She bent down and carefully inspected my 'condition' before demonstrating to Janice how to make it soft. "See dear. You hold it at the base then give the round end a sharp flick like this, OK?" So saying she flicked the swollen purple bell with her sharp hard nails and I let out a squeal of surprised pain as the sharp pain lanced through my boy bit. Naturally my pee-pee started going soft immediately and Janice gasped at the speed of the deflation. "Gosh is it that quick?" "Yes dear," replied Aunty Bev as she held out my softening pee-pee, "Now quickly; give it a good flick right on the tip of the round purple bit." Janice needed no further encouragement and gave my pee-pee a vigorous flick. Once again I let out a squeal of pain and my pee-pee almost disappeared inside Aunty Beverly's grasp. I'm sure if it could have, it would have withdrawn right inside my tummy. "Oo-oh!" I squealed as I squirmed and wriggled. "That's just so painful. Did you have to?" "I'm afraid so Petal," replied Aunty Bev, "it's for your own good when you are older. Sissies have to learn to behave like ladies. They just can't go around getting excited whenever they want, they must learn to accept their mistresses wishes." I sighed regretfully. It seemed that being a sissy was going to have its down sides but at the tender age of ten, I was yet to realise this. For now it was just so nice to have such delightful clothes. Girls were just so lucky, they had all the pretty stuff and nice soft materials to caress their skin. Aunty Bev finally released my little boy bits and showed me ho to tuck them back into the crotch of my panties. Then she pulled up my tap pants and made extra sure by tying the waist sash extra tight. Now my little pee-pee could not grow a condition again and look all lumpy and untidy. In the mirror we all studied my tap pants and Janice smiled happily. "It looks just like mine now, all neat and smooth." "That's how it should be girls, now come along; we've got a salad to prepare." Later as we ate our salad Aunty Bev explained further. "You see Petal, if you are going to be a sissy and enjoy all those nice clothes, you'll have to keep an eye on your figure. Salads are the best way for a sissy to keep her figure nice and trim. You won't be eating as much as you used to and you'll be much more ladylike at the table." I mentally checked the portion on my plate and realised that it was the same size as Janice's. Aunty Bev saw my covetous expression and laughed lightly. "Come now Petal, if you two are to be sisters then it's fair shares all around. Besides you're almost the same size even if you are two years apart. Oh by the way, both of you are due for your annual medical checkups. I've had to change your regular doctor since you've come to live with me. I've signed you up with the Doctor Shirley Williams and she has set aside an appointment for the day after tomorrow. You'll like her. She's a very considerate lady doctor and she also works as the medical practitioner for Mistress Janet's Ladies' Academy so you'll be seeing her on a regular basis. She is very understanding about little boys who want to be sissies. I take it you still want to be a sissy, don't you. I felt myself caressing the soft satiny chemise with its bootlace shoulder straps, and then my hands drifted absently to the tight fitting tap pants. I really did like the lovely clothes and the idea that Janice and I could now share most of our clothes brought a frisson of pleasure to my tummy. Janice smiled across the table at me as she recognised my sensuous reaction to the question. She of course was more than happy to have a sissy as a sibling for it held huge promise, as we would grow up together. She had also noticed me eyeing her plate and ever the sweet considerate girl she offered me one of her slices of cold meat. Aunty Beverly gently restrained her. "No darling, I know it's very sweet of you to offer but Michelle must always consider her diet, as must you. Those are equal balanced portions so eat your food just as good little girls should. Besides Michelle won't have room for pudding if she eats too much, will she?" "Oooh! Goody! Is there pudding?" squeaked Janice. "Of course darlings," replied Aunty Bev, "I'm not going to starve you, just keep you on a healthy diet." Satisfied with this explanation we 'girls' both finished our meal as decorously as any well-bred young ladies should. When we had finished, Aunty Bev explained. "You should always leave the table feeling there is room for a little more. That way you will never overfeed yourselves. Now fill the dishwasher and we'll go for a walk before sunset. The exercise will do us good." "But Aunty Bev!, I, -" "Oh don't worry darling," interrupted Aunty Bev as she anticipated my fears. "We will be walking in the woods behind our house. You won't be exposed to anybody else. Besides, nobody around here knows you yet. Who's to know that you're a sissy and not a girl?" "But my hair, it's so short." "Lot's of girls have short hair. I'll tell you what. Tomorrow, we'll go and have some extensions put in so that you'll not be so obvious if you're really that concerned. Janice can have her hair done as well. It needs a bit of tidying up anyway. There's also some more shopping to do. You need some more new outfits and your monthly dividends go in tomorrow from your parent's estate. What d'you say to that?" The thought of shopping caused both of Janice and me immense pleasure and we quickly agreed to go for a walk. Besides, as Aunty Bev had already pointed out. The exercise would do us good. Soon we were skipping along the woodland paths in our white satiny tops, bright red tap pants and new red trainers. Janice had also been allowed to wear one of my bras and she felt tremendously adult as we chattered on about being able to see our bras under our chemises. "You've also got a visible panty line," chortled Janice as she saw me bending over to pick some flowers. I giggled and wiggled my bum as I stroked my tight satiny tap pants and fingered the distinctive ridge of the heavily scalloped lacy edge of my panties. The lacy edge was distinctly noticeable but I didn't care. Indeed I was excited by the thought of somebody else knowing I was wearing lacy, scalloped edge trim to my panties. As we scampered through the woods we two children met an elderly gentleman walking his dog. He smiled at us kindly though we both noticed the appreciative glint in his eyes as his gaze lingered on my butt as he passed us. Then he kept glancing back. "He's looking at your visible panty line sis," giggled Janice. And indeed he was, for he twitched uncomfortably as I deliberately bent over to stretch my tap pants over my butt and accentuate the outline of the lacy scalloping. It was only when Aunty Bev appeared unexpectedly from further along the path that he quickly turned to swap 'good evening's' and he finally dragged his eyes away from my butt. However, Aunty Bev had already copped his salacious curiosity and after exchanging somewhat formal pleasantries she called me to her side and warned me as he walked guiltily away. "You're a bit too young to be doing that yet my little Petal. Even little sissies can get themselves into trouble. Fortunately he was an elderly gent but if he had been a younger man or perhaps a group of boys, you could have got yourself into serious trouble all alone here in the woods. Now don't be silly, life is hard enough for a sissy without inviting trouble. Come on we'll take this path it's less travelled. Oh, and no more flower picking. The country code frowns upon picking wild flowers." Thus we scampered on deeper into the woods. Soon we came to a pretty glade and Aunty Bev explained. "Your mother and I and your uncle Peregrine, always used to come here as children. If you had some bathing costumes I'd let you play in the stream. That reminds me, tomorrow, I'll buy you each a new bathing costume." Disappointed with not being able to plunge into the inviting crystal clear water we sat on the bank of the stream while Aunty Bev talked about mummy and Uncle Peregrine. Finally, the evening chill started to creep upon us so we picked our way home. As we walked we asked her about mummy and Uncle Peregrine. Aunty Bev explained. This has always been our family home. In fact we own a large slice of the woodland but there are several public footpaths through it and anybody can come here to enjoy the walks. That old gent was Lord Weston, he owns another huge slice of the woodland and then the local County Council own most of the rest except for some farmers who own the northern border bits where it abuts their farms. "Who owns the bit with the stream and the glade?" asked Janice. "Lord Weston," replied Janice. "We own the upper reaches of the stream, whilst he owns this lower bit. The county council owns the main river and the majority of the woods on that side of the valley." As we chattered we met Lord Weston again returning with his dogs. Aunty Bev stopped again to introduce her new wards to the old man. He smiled and patted our heads then again his eyes slipped down to our juvenile bodies. We behaved courteously then played with his dogs until Aunty Bev and he had chatted for a while. Naturally I deliberately presented my butt to him and exaggerated the distinct shape of my scalloped panty line as I bent over to pat his dogs. I only became a bit embarrassed as the dogs burrowed their inquisitive noses into our crotches. Janice and I let out nervous giggles and moved out of range as they strained at their leashes. Lord Weston scolded the dogs and called them to heel but he continued chatting with Aunty Bev. The obviously knew each other from way back. As we listened we realised that Lord Weston's son James, was the boy who had gone to live in London with Uncle Peregrine. Once we parted Janice and I pressed Aunty Bev about it. Finally she revealed all. "Oh well!, I might as well tell you. You'll find out one day anyway. Your Uncle Peregrine is a homosexual transvestite. That is a boy who likes to wear women's clothes and go out with other boys. He lives in London with Lord Weston's son James, though I don't know much about them. I haven't seen them for years. That's why you've never been to see him even though they are men now. Your father totally disapproved of him but your mother and I loved him. He is our brother after all." The idea that I had an uncle who actually liked wearing girl's clothes just like me gave me a wonderful feeling. I had to know more. "Have you ever seen him?" "Yes of course. I love him as my brother despite his always appearing as a girl. He and James Weston own a special club in London." "Oh can we go and see him Aunty Bev? Pleease!" I pleaded. "OK. I'll phone him when we get home. I didn't bring my mobile with me." Janice looked up eyes agog with curiosity. "Is this what that Lord Weston meant when he said things about 'running in families'? "Yes my darling. That's why I'm so understanding of Michelle's little secret, although I'm glad to learn that Michelle prefers girls." I nodded vigorously. The idea of playing rough games and running about in gangs just didn't appeal to me. Girls were much nicer and just so much softer and caring. Soon we came to edge of the woods and as the light faded we entered the house. Aunty Bev sent us up to bed with the promise of some hot chocolate if we were washed and in bed before her favourite programme came on television. We two responded to the bribe and were quickly washed then tucked up in our beds as we heard Aunty Bev's heels clacking up the stairs. She appeared as a perfect vision of loveliness in her peignoir wearing only her teddy and stockings underneath. My eyes widened appreciatively as she bent down and placed my chocolate beside my bed. "D'you want to come and hear the story I'm reading to Janice?" she whispered. I nodded eagerly and followed across the landing to Janice's room as Janice sat up expectantly. Janice pulled back her duvet and invited me to lie beside her as we listened to the story. Aunty Bev smiled then explained before reading the story. "I've just been speaking to uncle Peregrine and James. They would love to see you so we are going up to London the day after we see the doctor. Now where were we in the story? "Where they discover the house made of sweets in the middle of the forest," declared Janice. Aunty Bev smiled as she studied us. "Yes Hansel and Gretel are just like you two babes in the wood." As Aunty Bev read the story, first Janice and then I drifted off to sleep. It was the first time I had slept with Janice in Aunty Beverly's house. We had often fallen asleep together in our old home but that was the innocent sleep of two babes. Now we were growing up. When we awoke in the morning, we started giggling as Janice snuggled up to me and fingered my little stiffy under my nightie. "You're not supposed to have one of those unless Aunty Bev says so," whispered Janice. "I can't help it," I simpered. "He just grows when I'm asleep. Will you go and ask Aunty Bev if I can let him stay?" Janice giggled then sat up as she released me from her affectionate embrace. "I'll do what Aunty Bev showed me. You know; the flicking thing." Knowing that I might get into trouble for having a stiffy in my pee-pee, I acceded to Janice's suggestion. Reluctantly I lowered my panties and Janice peered down to study him. "I do believe she's getting bigger you know." "Yeah, I know. It's making a bigger tent in my panties this morning." "D'you want her to get bigger?" "I dunno'," I sighed. "Do you mind if he gets bigger." Janice sucked her lips thoughtfully. "She would look ugly in those pretty panties. I'll make it go away, After all you don't want one of those when the doctor sees you." "That's the day after tomorrow! Stiffies don't last that long. You'd better get rid of it." As I said this Janice took me at me word and grasped my pee-pee as she gave the swollen 'bell-end' a forceful flick. "Oow!" I squealed. "Oo-ooh. That hurt!" Nevertheless, my stiffy quickly shrank and I squirmed nervously. 'Life could be difficult for sissies despite being able to wear such pretty clothes.' Aunty Bev heard my squeal and stepped into our bedroom. "Are you two alright?" "Yes," replied Janice, "I just got rid of Michelle's condition." "Good girl. Now go and get washed. We've got a lot of shopping to do." "Can Michelle have her condition while we shower?" asked Janice. "If you want her to," replied Aunty Bev, "Just remember that mistresses are always in control with sissies. If you want her to grow a condition, then she can. Just make sure you're both presentable when you come down to breakfast in half an hour OK? I want to hit the shops early; we've got a lot to do." Eager for some pleasure from my pee-pee, I slid out of bed and stripped naked as Janice followed suite. Aunty Bev smiled as she watched us trotting totally naked to the bathroom to complete our morning rituals. "Not too long now," she cautioned, "Half an hour." In the bathroom the first thing we did was evacuate ourselves. We had both seen each other do it hundreds of times but this time Janice remarked. "You must remember to sit to pee. You're a sissy now." "I know. Aunty Bev is right. Sitting is best. It stops the splashing and mess." As I finished, Janice handed me a tissue to wipe myself. I grinned affectionately. "I don't need that. My pee-pee doesn't drip or splash me." "I know. It's not fair really," Replied Janice enviously. "Girls always have to wipe. The pee gets everywhere and trickles down our dingly dell when we finish. We always have to wipe." "I'll wipe you if you want," I offered. "Oooh! That would be nice. Come on, now you've finished, it's my turn." I vacated the loo and offered her my seat. "Quick, it's nice and warm for you. It wasn't nice sitting down on a cold seat first thing in the morning. I've never done that before to pee." "Yeah, that's another thing," added Janice. "It can be worse in a public loo. You just wait and see." She settled comfortably and I watched as her tinkle splashed down between her legs. Janice noticed my curiosity. "Where exactly does it come from?" I asked. "D'you want to see?" she replied. I nodded eagerly so she stopped peeing and stepped over to the bath. I single droplet splashed onto the floor as she stepped across and I realised that girls did dribble as I wiped the drip with a toilet tissue. "Thanks," said Janice self-consciously. 'It must be a messy business,' I thought. Janice then straddled the bath with her feet on the edges and lay back with her arms behind her grasping the sides of the bath as she invited me to peer at her secret places. With her legs parted, I got a good view of the slit and noticed all sorts of folds inside her slit. It was like two pairs of boat shaped lips with a little man in a boat sitting in the bows. There was no obvious pipe for her pee to come out but Janice grinned as I peered closely. "Now watch." She strained her hips and a stream of liquid erupted from just behind the little 'man-in-the-boat'. I whipped my head back and just managed to avoid the jet then watched excitedly as I located exactly where she peed from. As the pressure eased I realised she was stopping and when the fountain stopped, there would be all sorts of splashes and dribbles around her dingly. Quickly I grabbed some toilet tissue then stood poised as the flow started to subside. "Quick! Wipe it now!" ordered Janice urgently. "It'll go everywhere with me upside-down like this." "I pressed the clump of tissues into the tiny cleft behind the 'man-in- the-boat' and she sighed with relief. None had splashed her crinkly lips and she smiled as I helped her off the bath with my spare hand. "Thanks. You're very thoughtful. Now you'll need some more tissues. It takes a lot of wiping." "What like when you, -?" "Oh no, not that much, it's not that messy!" grinned Janice. She handed me the saturated clump of tissue and I threw it down the loo as she sat on the edge of the bath and parted her legs again, inviting me to finish the job. I grabbed some more tissue and knelt down to study her dingly dell as I carefully wiped and dabbed any stray glistening droplets. Naturally I got curious about the little 'man-in-the-boat' and gently pressed it. Janice gasped then giggled. "Oo-oh! Stoppit! That tickles." "Is it sensitive then?" I asked as curiosity overtook me." "Yes. Very!" squirmed Janice as she thrust her little bud against the tissue. I realised that here was a little secret about Janice I had never known about before. I knew she was ticklish under her arms and around her knees and feet, but I had never known about this special place before. Janice humped again as I fingered the little bud. She squeaked and gasped as I peered closely and removed the tissue as I carefully fingered the bud. "It's growing!" I squeaked with surprise. "Yee-ess, it does if you do that," croaked Janice as her hips gyrated. "Press it firmly with your finger." I pressed again a little harder and Janice started to whimper as her hips started to hump. I stopped nervously for she seemed to be loosing control or something. "Am I hurting you?" "No-oo! Just keep pressing it with your finger." I did as I was ordered for I was a sissy now, and Aunty Bev had told me always to obey her or Janice. If Janice wanted me to keep tickling her then I would. Patiently I kept fingering and pressing the little bud until it was half an inch long and quite stiff. It was just as stiff as my pee-pee but a lot smaller. Suddenly Janice seemed to become distressed. She slid down off the edge of the bath and started to moan softly as he hips started to gyrate and hump feverishly. I became frightened and stopped. "Are you OK?" "Yes. Oooh-ooh. Don't stop now. Keep doing that!" Obediently I resumed fingering the stiff little bud until Janice let out a wail and started to sag as she stretched out prone on the bathroom floor. I thought she had feinted and ran urgently for Aunty Bev. "Come quickly! It's Janice. She's ill!" Aunty Bev followed my naked butt up the stairs and quickly bent down to check the still prone Janice who was still gasping and whimpering. "What happened?" asked Aunty Bev. "I was, - I was, - tickling her." I replied trying to hide the complete truth." Aunty Bev gave me a long look and frowned thoughtfully. "Where? Where were you tickling her?" "In, - in her, - in her, - you know, her dingly dell." "Oh! Really! Did she tell you to?" I nodded vigorously as I expanded my excuse. "She told me to keep going, she told me not to stop!" I cried, trying to make my defence. "Hmm," sighed Aunty Bev thoughtfully as she tested Janice's pulse then turned to me and smiled. "Yess! I'm quite sure she didn't want you to stop. Now slip your nightie on and have your breakfast while I see to Janie." Relieved that Aunty Bev had smiled, I slipped my nightie over my shoulders without even recovering my panties and sped off down stairs. 'At least I wasn't in a lot of trouble. Aunty Bev had smiled.' I was sipping my fruit juice thoughtfully when Janice and Aunty Bev finally appeared in the doorway. Janice was also still in her nightie so she hadn't showered yet. I looked up with nervous tears expecting a terrible row but instead, Janice came around the table and gave me a huge hug as she kissed me on the cheek. I looked up at Aunty Bev who also smiled as she poured out Janice's cereal. As Janice spooned her cereal and I opened my egg, Aunty Bev spoke softly. "Well my little ladies are growing up aren't they?" I looked up with the unspoken question in my eyes. Aunty Bev recognised it and put her coffee down as she drew a long breath and turned to Janice. "Did you like being tickled like that darling?" "Mmm," sighed Janice dreamily as she nodded her head languidly. "Do you understand what happened to you this morning?" continued Aunty Bev. "No," whispered Janice as she smiled at me. "Well, you have just had a very special sort of tickle. It's the tickle that grown ups get when they love each other dearly. It was really nice, wasn't it?" Janice nodded again and reached across to squeeze my wrist as she squirmed in her chair. "Well I have to warn you that you shouldn't really be having that sort of tickly feeling at such a young age but if your body tells you then there's little you can do to stop it. You are very advanced for your age." "Is Janice ill?" I asked fearfully. "Oh good gracious no Petal," replied Aunty Bev, "She's just a little advanced for her years. There's nothing wrong with her." Janice smiled and continued squeezing my arm as she asked. "Is it OK to do it again?" Aunty Bev smiled and wagged her head as she chuckled. "My darlings, short of cutting off your and Michelle's arms, there's no way I would ever be able to stop you unless I tied you up or something." "Mmmm," agreed Janice dreamily again as her mind was obviously drifting back to the events in the bathroom. "What happened then?" I asked as my fears evaporated and my curiosity took over. "Janice had what's known as an orgasm. I explained to her in the bathroom. In some ways it's a good thing that it was you who gave Janice her first orgasm. If she was older and with a boyfriend or something, she could get into a lot of trouble." "Why?" "Well," replied Aunty Bev as she hesitated momentarily, "did you remember that Janice told you not to stop?" "Yes," I replied as Janice nodded self-consciously. "Well that's what can happen if a girl goes with a boy and he puts his stiff pee-pee into her dingly dell. If the girl gets excited she may not be able to stop, then if the boy also has an orgasm the girl can have a baby." "You mean his pee-pee goes inside her dingly," I gasped as my eyes widened. Aunty Bev's eyes widened with surprise. "My, my! That father of yours really has sheltered you hasn't he? Don't you know anything about making babies?" We both wagged our heads and Aunty Bev sighed. "Well tomorrow when we see Doctor Shirley, I'll get her to explain. Come on now, let's get you showered and dressed. We're running late as it is." We finished breakfast and donned our shower caps then showered and dressed to present ourselves for Aunty Bev's inspection. "Well you both look lovely. Come on girls we've a retail war to fight." We clambered into the car though I noticed that Janice now took the front seat whereas before I always used to. Somehow, Aunty Bev had altered the battle order. "Shouldn't I be in the front?" I asked timidly. Aunty Bev turned around and smiled. "But Petal, you're a sissy now and sissies soon get to know their place. Janice is learning to be a mistress. You'll soon learn to understand." I sighed inwardly and settled into the back seat as I buckled up my seat belt. As I did so I chipped my nail and let out a groan. "Now what's wrong Petal?" asked Aunty Bev as I noted a slight sense of annoyance in her voice. "I've chipped my nail doing up the seatbelt buckle." "Oh is that all! Well we will soon get that fixed at the salon. Don't you worry you're pretty little head." I settled back as Janice chattered away to Aunty Bev about what she wanted to buy and what she thought I should buy. Aunty Bev indulged her for a while then gently brought her down to earth. Janice darling, we're shopping mainly for your school uniforms for Miss Janet's Ladies Academy and maybe some more fashion-wear for Michelle. You'll get a few things but Michelle's wardrobe is the one that's really sparse." Janice turned to me and pulled a frown. "Huh, you get all the luck." "I haven't got many clothes," I simpered defensively. "You've got lots." This was abundantly true. Janice had a virtual 'walk-in' wardrobe. She fell silent for a moment we pulled into the car park for the mall. Soon we were hitting the shops. "The salon first girls," declared Aunty Bev, "Michelle needs a makeover." "Am I getting extensions?" I asked hopefully. "No darling, I think they damage your hair. You'll just have to be patient. Eventually your hair will grow and then you will look like twins." My eyes fell covetously upon Janice's long golden tresses and I almost reached out to stroke it. She grinned as she recognised my envy and whispered. "It'll be at least two years before yours is as long as this." "I can wait," I declared boldly but secretly I was desperate. "Yes but not two years," added Janice. "Aunty Bev's going to get you a wig until your hair grows out." We arrived at Toni's salon and Toni, Aunty Bev's regular hairdresser, approached with a slight ripple of concern on her brow. "You're a bit late Bev." "Yes, these two little madams got into a bit of a tizzy this morning." I let out a silent gasp of relief. It seemed that Janice's strange turn this morning was not considered serious. The hairdresser bid us up into the chairs and motioned to two assistants. "So what's it to be?" she asked Aunty Bev. "Well Janice would look nice with some soft waves but Michelle's been a bit of a tomboy up to now." Toni ran her hair appreciatively through Janice's long, golden, waist length tresses and smiled widely in the mirror. Janice smiled back expectantly as Toni turned to me and ran her fingers through my boyish locks. Then she moved away to chat quietly with Aunty Bev. "Janice will be a dream but I'm afraid there's not much we can do to Michelle yet. Her hair is far too short. Might I suggest a wig?" "Yes, I suspected that was the case. A wig it is then, but make it a good one, she's going to Miss Janet's academy next term; well they both are." Toni let out a delighted little gasp. "Oh! Are they si, -" Aunty Bev nodded. "Michelle is; Janice is a real girl." "Oh! That's just so delightful. I was a pupil at Miss Janet's." squealed Toni unable to suppress her delight. "Gosh! Were you really?" gasped Aunty Bev. "Are you a, -" "I was, but I've, - you know, had it all sorted. I'm married to Petra now. You know, the lady with the boutique two doors down. Oh I can't wait to tell her." "Oh, does she allow you out then, on your own?" "Of course, I'm not a sissy any more, I'm an adult mature woman and I own my own Salon. Why shouldn't she let me out, as you put it?" Aunty Bev nodded sagely then they returned to us as Toni explained to her assistants. "Janice is to have a permanent wave but Michelle has to have a wig. You can do her Nancy." As I watched in the mirror, Toni bent down and explained so that only Nancy could hear. "I hear you're starting at Miss Janet's academy." My heart missed a beat as I realised that others knew my secret. But I needn't have worried as Toni went on to explain. "You'll love it there darling. I'm an ex pupil of Miss Janet's and young Miss Nancy here is still attending. She's in her penultimate year and she's with me on work experience aren't your sweetie?" So saying, Toni reached up and gave Nancy's generous breasts a gentle caress before gently ringing her prominent nipples with her long red fingernails and then gently pinching them. Nancy let out a whimper of delight and minced nervously until Toni released her. I watched mesmerised by the secret little cameo I had just witnessed. However, Nancy didn't seem to object and she quickly bent down to study my appearance. I did notice however that Nancy always seemed to mince and squirm with every movement. It was as if she couldn't keep still. Her long beautiful legs encased in glossy tights and disappearing up into her provocative pink hot pants, seemed to exaggerate her condition, whilst her long pink heels caused her large firm breasts to bob and bounce with every move. I was fascinated by Nancy and couldn't wait to grow breasts like her they seemed to be threatening to spill out of her tight fitting top at ant moment and Nancy was continually 'adjusting' them as she had to bend over me. I couldn't resist asking her. "Is it nice having breasts?" Nancy smiled and nodded eagerly as she whispered. "Oh yes. I just would never have believed it until I grew them. Are you going to grow?" "My Aunty Bev says so. She says it's best for sissies to have breasts. It makes them appreciate what a woman has to put up with." "Mmmm," sighed Nancy as she gently manicured my nails. "You'll learn all about that at Miss Janet's Academy. How old are you?" "Ten," I replied, "My sister Janice is eight." "Oh that's good. I started at fourteen; it's not so good then. I was a naughty boy." I looked at uncomprehendingly and Nancy recognised my confusion. She smiled as she leant closer. "Not all the boys who go to Miss Janet's are willing to go. I wasn't at first. I was sent there as punishment for being naughty." "Oh. What did you do?" "Well that's immaterial now. What matters is that I'm a fully blown sissy now. That's why I'm training to be a hairdresser." "But if you're a boy you could be an engine driver or an airline pilot." I observed. "Oh, it's not like that once you become a sissy darling. You'll see once you get to Miss Janet's. Sissies could never become airline pilots or engineers or anything like that. They make good maids though and hairdressers. Just you wait and see. Once you learn, it's lovely life especially if your mistress takes care of you." "Have you got a mistress?" I asked. "Not yet. I'm still a pupil. I think Miss Toni and Miss Petra are thinking of having me though. If I do well here they might take me on as an apprentice." As she bent over me again her boob popped out and brushed against my cheek. I couldn't resist turning my head ever so slightly and kissing the huge pink nipple as Nancy let out a squeak of surprise and desperately tucked it back into her skimpy top. I gasped, as I tasted a sweet droplet of warm white fluid. "Oh! You've, - you've got, - you've got milk!" I whispered hoarsely. "Yes! Well don't announce it to everybody." With that, Toni came over. She had obviously sensed that something had happened. "Is everything alright here?" "Yes," I smiled, "Nancy has been telling me about Miss Janet's academy." "Are you keen to go then?" pressed Toni. "Heck yes. Nancy says it's great." "Well I'm glad to hear it. I'll take over now. Nancy, I see you've started leaking. You had better get your coat and join Polly for your turn in the dairy parlour." "Yes Miss Toni. I'm sorry about the leaking. My pads won't stay in with this skimpy top," replied Nancy as she courtesied demurely and hustled out of the Salon. "Where's she going?" I asked innocently. "To the sissy farm," replied Toni without even missing a stroke. I wondered what a sissy farm was but thought no more about it. Toni had brought over a tray of coloured nail varnishes and Aunty Bev had joined us. "What colour do you like?" asked Toni, half turning to me whilst also checking with Aunty Beverly. Aunty Bev smiled down at me. "Which colour do you like Petal?" My eyes widened with delight as I studied the array of colours. "I like them all," I gulped indecisively." Aunty Bev turned to Toni and smiled indulgently. "I think one of the deeper pink tones would be best. Red would be a bit to 'vampish' for such a young lady." Toni selected a rich pink tone and I watched eagerly as she carefully started to paint my nails. My hands were then placed in a dryer as the piece de resistance finally arrived. Toni took it from her assistant and held it up as she turned it around in front of me. My eyes filled up as the beautiful golden tresses reflected the salon's intense lights. Apart from it's being distinctly shorter, the hair and style was identical to the picture of the style Janice had chosen. However, I could not tell for certain for Janice was still under the heater. Eagerly I leant forward as Toni lowered the wig onto a moulding by the mirror then took a small brown stocking thing from a polythene bag. "You can't wear the wig yet darling. You have to fit a cap first so that the wig will sit right on your hair." So saying she fitted the cap over my short hair and fingered all the stray locks carefully under the cap. Next she placed the wig down over my forehead then explained how to work the wig back over my head. Once it was fitting properly, she carefully adjusted it then started to gently brush out any stray tangles. In a few seconds, I had a beautiful head of hair. Janice just stared stupidly at the speed and perfection of my transformation. "That's nice. Now we really will look like twins." With that, Aunty Bev took my hand. "We've got to get some extra shopping done whilst you set your perm darling. I'll call back for you later." Janice shrugged. She had been warned that she might be along time at the hairdressers so she wiggled her fingers as we stepped into the mall. "Where next Aunty?" I asked, all agog that we were free to shop on our own without Janice continually demanding equal shares. Some more outwear darling, you've got enough lingerie. This said she led me straight to Petra's boutique and introduced me. "Oh, Mistress Janet's Academy! Well how wonderful. They do such a wonderful job, but I don't think they'll have much trouble with you my young sweetie will they?" gushed Miss Petra as she bent sown to kiss my cheek. "I don't know," I answered quite honestly for I had no idea what methods Mistress Janet Used. "Oh I don't think so my little Cherie! Why your such a delightful little Sissy already." With the gushing affection over, Miss Petra showed us around and we soon had a couple more matching ensembles to add to my wardrobe. Finally Petra spoke softly to Aunty Bev. "If she's going to Mistress Janet's are you visiting Miss Stern's?" "Oh only to buy the regulation uniforms, she's just a little sissy and too young yet for the disciplinary stuff. Why she doesn't even have orgasms yet. Well not the full thing." "Yes but they grow up so quickly. A couple of years and, -" "Well I don't think so. Not yet anyway. Her little sister makes a perfectly complimentary mistress and so far she's managed to control Michelle with kindness and a firm hand. Why only this morning she brought Michelle to order whilst being serviced herself." "Gosh! Really!" "Absolutely, didn't you my Petal?" added Aunty Bev as she included me in the conversation. I nodded affirmation absentmindedly for I was too distracted by the beautiful material of my new blouse and the attention some boys were giving me through the window. Aunty Bev saw the boys and smiled knowingly. 'If they had but known they were admiring a sissy,' I thought. "Some more shoes I think," declared Aunty Bev as she interrupted my thoughts. "Then we'll collect your sister." Eagerly I followed my aunt out of the boutique and sniffed superiorly as I ignored the boy's attentions. Before we came to the shoe shop Aunty Bev ducked into 'Sock Shop' and selected some fine gloss tights. At first I thought they were for her but she pointed to the 'small' notation on the packet and motioned me to a little changing area. "I forgot. You'll need decent tights before you try on some new heels. You were barefooted yesterday when you bought your first shoes but a lady should really wear stockings or tights. Now put these on." I sat down and carefully pointed my toes as I made 'rabbit holes' with the tights and deftly slid them up to my waist. Aunty Bev nodded approvingly. "Well; I'm glad to see that you did that properly. No ladders or snags. That's excellent. How do they feel?" I slithered my legs together and almost feinted with delight as the high gloss tights hissed against each other. It was just so delicious I almost let out a squeal of pleasure. Fortunately I managed to suppress my surprised delight and sagged against Aunty Bev as I recovered my composure. Needless to say I immediately developed a 'condition' but fortunately it was invisible under my pleated skirt and blouse. Aunty Bev smiled knowingly and kissed my cheek as she explained. "They're high gloss. Aren't they just so delicious?" "Mm-mm," I sighed as I kept squeezing and rubbing my silky thighs and calves together. Finally I recovered my composure and Aunty Bev led me to the shoe shop. There I had a delightful time trying on dozens of different shoes while constantly sliding my legs together and mincing up and down the shop as I savoured my new glossy tights and I tried different styles of shoes. Eventually, I had three new pairs of shoes and we left to pick up Janice. When we returned to the Salon, Janice was just finishing and I stared in shocked envy at her gorgeous wavy locks. I just couldn't resist gently running her hair over my hands as I complimented her. "Why it's beautiful. I'm definitely going to grow my hair out so that it's like yours. It's just brilliant that we have the same colour hair. Don't worry sis, I'm going to catch you up." Janice smiled and shuddered with pleasure as my fingers gently caressed her scalp. Her hair was just so silky and shiny. Then Toni joined us to explain. "Janice's hair will take a need a lot of care. I hope you'll brush it every morning for her." I nodded eagerly. The idea of being able to brush and care for such wonderful lustrous hair almost gave me another 'condition', I just so wished I could grow my hair as long as Janice's but I knew it would take at least two years to grow it down to my waist. I would just have to be patient. When we left the shop Aunty Bev took us for lunch. End of Chapter Four - To Be Continued - Comments are appreciated !!