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Sissy Farm - Chapter Twenty One - By: Beverly Taff
List of Characters.
Me, Michelle: A Natural transvestite sissy;
Janice: My Younger sister;
Aunty Bev: Janice and My mother's Sister;
Mistress 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, AKA. Uncle Penny: My transvestite uncle. (Aunty Bev's
brother.);
James, AKA. Auntie Jamie: Peregrine's Partner. (Soon to inherit
his/her fathers earldom.);
Victoria: An older RG friend of mine;
Jemima: Victoria's sissy brother;
Portia: Victoria's mummy;
Julia: My dining companion and mentor at
Mistress Janet's Academy;
Sophia and Angelica: Victoria and Jemima's friends;
Delilah & Nancy: My ex Attackers;
Davinia: Sissified Gypsy boy once called David;
John (Joanna) and Simone: Davinia's older gypsy brother and sister;
Isobel and Sally: The two youngest gypsy sisters;
Morag & William Bandy: The gypsy parents.
Sissy Farm - Chapter Twenty-Two.
In the morning, we met Aunty Beverly and Morag as Joanne, Janice and I
prepared for our early morning milking. We were getting the machine
ready as they emerged from Earl Weston's bedroom at the end of their
long nightshift. Auntie Bev smiled at us and invited Morag in to see
what sissy-milking entailed.
"Now you'll see exactly what your beautiful sissy son has decided upon,"
smiled Auntie Beverly as Morag's eyes fell upon her sissified son Joanne
and widened slightly with pleased surprise. However she was tired after
a night nursing the old earl so after confirming that her son Joanne was
truly contented with his new sissified life she made her excuses and
slipped wearily to her bed.
We soon settled down to a three-way coupling of the milkers. While
Joanne and Janice shared their partner pants, I had to simply sit and
squirm salaciously as Joanne and Janice savoured Joanne's newly
discovered delights. Auntie Beverly sensed my despair and sat by me as
we all three sissies shared the milking machine.
"Feeling left out darling?" she asked.
"Yes auntie, but I suppose that the school will find me a new partner.
I'm really going to miss my sister Janice."
"Well I'm sorry darling, but Janice is your sister. It just wouldn't be
right for you two to be involved sexually, and as for babies, well, -"
"Talking of babies," I interrupted boldly, "when are you and Auntie
Jamie going to give Earl Weston a grandson?"
Auntie Beverly's jaw sagged with amazement at my bold inquiry and it was
several seconds before her reply broke the stunned silence.
"Have you mentioned any of this to Auntie Jamie?"
Janice and I exchanged guilty looks and grinned conspiratorially.
Eventually it was left to me to confess and I stared at the floor as I
almost whispered my reply.
"Well, actually; yes Auntie."
"Oh! So do tell. Spill the beans, what did Auntie Jamie say?"
"She ran it by Uncle Penny first."
"And?"
"He seemed to think it was OK. Uncle Penny was more concerned with
preserving their business interests, you know, the club and pub and all
the stuff back in Pimlico."
"Yes, that would figure, my brother's worked hard to get that business
up and running. She wouldn't want to lose it."
"Auntie Jamie says that she's happy you're married because she and Penny
were only joined in a civil partnership. There's no enmity from Uncle
Penny?"
"Well, there are plenty of worse people I could have ended up married
to. Jamie's quite sweet and she's always been nice to me."
I felt a surge of joy ripple through my body as I tried to envisage
Auntie Beverly with a baby; 'maybe she might let me feed my baby
cousin,' I secretly hoped. 'After all wasn't that exactly the sort of
thing that sissies were made for?' I asked myself.
"Are you going to press her then? Make her do her duty by you," pressed
Janice.
Auntie Beverly smiled enigmatically but did not reveal her thoughts.
"Let's just wait and see, shall we?" she replied.
Janice and I exchanged more secretive smiles but Auntie Beverly was also
tired after her long vigil at Earl Weston's bedside. Reluctantly she
left us to continue our milking.
Janice and I weren't prepared to let the matter rest though and as soon
as we had finished milking and cleaned up, we sought out Auntie Jamie
and Uncle Penny. Because Auntie Bev had been involved in caring for old
Earl Weston, Jamie and Penny had slept together. If Great Auntie
Geraldine's potion was to work we had to make sure Auntie Jamie got
regular dosage and she and Auntie Bev got it together at least once a
day.
Still in our nighties we minced happily along the landing to Auntie
Jamie's bedroom while Joanne went down to the kitchen to start
breakfast. We found them locked in a passionate embrace amidst a
plethora of lace and frills. Gently we climbed onto the bed and I
carefully tapped Auntie Jamie's silk encased butt where her nightdress
had ridden up in some passionate nocturne. She stirred sleepily and
smiled as she turned to recognise her favourite sissified nephew and
niece.
"Hello darlings, what d'you two want so early in the morning?" she
whispered as she discreetly tugged her nightdress over her butt.
"I've spoken to Auntie Beverly."
"Oh? What about?"
"You and Auntie Beverly working harder to give your dad a grandson and
heir."
Auntie Jamie and Uncle Penny both let out a giggle of amusement.
"And? What did she say?"
"She thinks it's a splendid idea. She would love a baby, - or even two."
Uncle Penny and Auntie Jamie smiled at each other and turned again to
smile at us as Uncle Penny spoke for the first time.
"Well you have been a busy pair haven't you?"
"But do you agree Uncle Penny? She says she won't come between you and
Auntie Jamie; well, - except to conceive."
Both my 'aunties' let out a squeal of amusement at my unwitting 'double
entendre' and Auntie Jamie reached over to hug us both to her soft ripe
breasts. We savoured the intimacy as Uncle Penny slipped out of bed and
stepped over to the little side-board to make some tea. Her full length
silk and satin nightie rustled and shimmered luxuriously as her hips
swayed effeminately.
"D'you want some tea as well?" she asked as she turned to smile at us
cuddling up to Auntie Jamie under the huge duvet.
We nodded contentedly then Janice realised she needed to dose the tea
with Auntie Geraldine's herbs.
"I'll make the tea Uncle Penny!" she offered.
"Oh that's sweet of you, well the kettle will take some time to boil and
we need some milk."
Janice seized the opportunity to slip out and get some milk whilst
simultaneously collecting a dose of powdered herbs. In the meantime I
squeezed up to Auntie Jamie as I savoured her deliciously frilly
nightdress and the silky satin sheets of our auntie's huge king-sized
four-poster bed. I felt just like a little princess sharing the queen's
bed. Uncle Penny joined us as Janice finished preparing the tea.
"Well, isn't that just the prettiest picture," Janice giggled, "Auntie
Beverly would be enchanted to see you cuddled there. Where is she by the
way?"
"She's gone to bed. She and Mrs Bandy were up all night with Jamie's
Dad."
"How is he?" asked Janice.
"They seem to think he's getting better."
"Oh good, hopefully he'll be OK for the blessing."
"He'd better be," Jamie riposted, "he's the one that wanted our marriage
all formalised and witnessed by the entire family."
Janice and I nearly spilled our teas as we gasped with joy then I let
out a squeal of delight.
"Ooooohh! Does that mean you are going to have another wedding.?"
Auntie Jamie exchanged a wide beaming smile with Uncle Penny. Uncle
Penny nodded her agreement then went on to explain.
"It's Jamie's relatives, they want the whole thing properly formalised
so I'm afraid it's going to be a bigger affair than the wedding."
"Ooooh! Will we all be wearing bridal dresses like last time?" I
begged.
"Yes, they want it blessed and formalised but we are adamant that it
will be 'in their faces'."
Jamie smiled and gave Janice a peck on the forehead as she whispered.
"Are you two going to be bridesmaids again?"
Janice looked up aghast that Auntie Jamie should even have thought it
necessary to ask.
"Of course we are!" she squealed. "And Joanne, and all the others,
you'll have to have about a dozen bridesmaids."
As I did a rough calculation in my head it came to fifteen of my sissy
friends and I declared this number. Auntie Jamie grinned then added a
bit of a bombshell.
"Have you counted my other cousins on my side this time. I can think of
another half a dozen little girls who would be hugely disappointed if
they weren't invited."
"Oooh heck!" I gasped. "It's going to be a huge blessing!
"Yes, and we'll hold it here in my family home. Dad is still the local
squire and Vicar Rachel is quite amenable to Blessing our marriage. She
and Dad have talked about it at length and she has no objections to both
of us brides being dressed in bridal wear. She knows I am still a
little boy down there where it matters so she's not breaking any cannon
law."
"Oh gosh!" I squealed again. "Does that mean you'll definitely both be
in bridal gowns again?"
"Of course darling, my dad will be escorting me to the alter and we
haven't decided who'll be escorting Auntie Beverly."
"How about Mr Bandy, he's a nice man and his own daughters will be
bridesmaids."
"Well that seems like an excellent idea, but don't you think Uncle Penny
might want a say?"
I stopped, suddenly stunned by the simplicity of it all!
'Of course! Uncle Penny was Auntie Beverly's brother! She would be the
perfect partner escort our Auntie Beverly down the aisle!'
Janice immediately supported the idea and we struggled out of the huge
bed to go and spread the news. In our haste, we forgot the normal
courtesies and Auntie Jamie had to gently restrain our enthusiasm.
"Come, come now darlings. Let's not be too hasty. At least let Beverly
and I go through the proper formalities. I'll be seeing her when she
wakes up this afternoon."
Janice and I left suitably chastened and joined Joanna in the kitchens
where she had almost finished preparing breakfast. To show our delight,
we all took three huge trays of food up to the breakfast room where
assorted members of the family were gathering in their peignoirs and
nightgowns. Auntie Jamie looked particularly pretty in her long satin
nightdress while Uncle Penny danced attention on her. We settled at the
long breakfast table and the atmosphere was tense with excitement and
joy. Janice and I just couldn't wait for the afternoon.
When Auntie Beverly awoke, Auntie Jamie wasted no time in inviting her
to her father's bedroom where the old Earl Weston was sitting up in bed.
He was obviously recovering. There Auntie Jamie first asked for her
father's blessing and then invited Auntie Beverly to have their union
blessed.
Old earl Weston was long reconciled to his son's transvestite bisexual
lifestyle. Indeed he had almost resigned himself to idea of the title
passing eventually to the ghastly nephew William long after he had
passed away and James would have died without issue.
The idea that his long hoped for dream might actually be coming true had
perked up old Earl Weston's spirits enormously. From the ante-room,
Janice, Uncle Penny and I even heard the Old Earl laugh out loud as some
obvious private delight had amused the three of them behind the earl's
Bedroom door. Eventually a tearful Auntie Beverly pulled open the door
and grinned at us as we were caught eves-dropping.
"I suppose you heard all that," she grinned.
"Bits of it," confessed her brother Uncle Penny.
"Well you can now announce it officially to the whole household. It's
on. Jamie and I are getting our marriage formally blessed for the whole
family to attend and we are off to see Vicar Rachel to arrange a date."
"And as soon as possible," cried the old earl feebly from his bed where
Auntie Jamie lay embraced in his arms like any truly affectionate
daughter would, "I'm not getting any younger and I just can't wait to
see my brother Arnold's face plus the expression on my odious nephew
William. Go along now, both of you. There's no time to lose. I want to
see this marriage consummated and continue my line."
"You'd think we were breeding horses," giggled Auntie Beverly, as she
rejoined Auntie Jamie on Earl Weston's bed for one last hug.
Then Aunties Jamie and Beverly lost no time and skipped away joyfully to
meet the Vicar Rachel as we all joined Earl Weston in some afternoon
tea. From that moment, the old house was agog with excitement and
bustling with activity as arrangements and preparations accelerated.
There is no doubt that good news and good vibes can improve a fellow's
health for old Earl Weston was positively skipping around the house at
the new developments.
The wedding was arranged for the early summer to accommodate Earl
Weston's frailty but Auntie Beverly and Auntie Jamie had already set
about producing the necessary heir. Fortunately, Auntie Jamie was still
fertile despite her long exposure to female hormones and we had a very
far sighted family doctor to thank for that.
What nobody else but Simone, Janice, William Bandy and I knew however,
was that Auntie Jamie's libido and fertility were increasing by leaps
and bounds.
Years earlier, Earl Weston had approached the doctor when he first
became aware of his transvestite, bisexual son James's wishes to become
feminised. James had expressed these desires in his early teens so at
sixteen a cautious regime had been confidentially agreed early on with
Jamie's enthusiastic co-operation.
The Weston family's foresight was now to be rewarded. Auntie Beverly
could not believe her luck when her new husband's performance started to
improve immeasurably. Beverly put it down to the anticipation of the
forthcoming blessing. Whatever had precipitated Auntie Jamie's
incredible improvement, Beverly was more than thankful.
When Auntie Beverly finally revealed that Jamie's efforts had probably
been successful the jubilation throughout our community was electric!
My Auntie Beverly had missed her period and she was sure she was
pregnant. Everybody waited with baited breath during the intervening
weeks until Auntie Beverly was able to confirm from the ultra-sound
tests that it was twins and it looked like one of each. All the other
tests indicated that the babies were normal.
"Well thank God for that!" sighed a tearful Earl Weston when the news
was finally confirmed, " I was beginning to lose hope."
"Oh really daddy," scolded Jamie gently, "Beverly and I have only been
trying for a few months, you're such an impatient old daddy. Some
couples go for years before conceiving!"
"Well that's as maybe, but your mother fell pregnant with you at the
first attempt."
Auntie Jamie giggled effeminately but Earl Weston couldn't have cared
less as she scolded her father as any caring daughter might have done.
"Just be thankful you're going to be a grand-daddy. Now Penny and I have
to be off to London tonight so you look after your daughter-in-law
Beverly and your unborn grandchildren. We'll be back Thursday evening to
make a long weekend of it and frankly, I can't wait to sleep with my
beautiful wife again."
So saying Auntie Jamie gave her father a daughterly hug and kissed him
softly on his cheek. Earl Weston simply wagged his grey-haired head and
stared uncomprehendingly at his feminised son and her boyfriend Penny as
they slid gracefully into their car and sped off down the drive.
Even though Earl Weston was a compassionate and tolerant father, it was
hard for him to reconcile the image of his beautiful 'daughter' with the
fact that under that same daughter's pretty frock there was a fully
functioning penis that had successfully continued the family line. In
fact, apart from Mr Bandy, the gypsy father come factotum, the whole
household was feminine. He wagged his head with amused resignation and
invited Beverly to join him at the dinner table. As his daughter-in-law
she was de-facto the mistress of the house and he loved her for it.
Thus was the routine established for the next few months as the blessing
arrangements went apace. Apart from being hauled out of Mistress Janet's
academy periodically to be checked and fitted for our Bridesmaid's
dresses we were not involved in the arrangements.
Then one Saturday evening as we waited upon Auntie Jamie's return from
London, the next development took place.
After dinner, Auntie Beverly usually joined Earl Weston, Morag, and Mr
Bandy for a game of cards whilst we sissies entertained ourselves on the
computers or trying on new outfits.
Suddenly, as Auntie Beverly bent down to take her seat at the card
table, she felt her babies twitch.
"Ooh!" she squeaked with surprised delight.
"What's wrong?" gasped the Earl as his eyes widened solicitously.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all, in fact it's even better than nothing,
feel!"
"So saying, Auntie Beverly took the old Earl's hand and placed it gently
on her bump. The earl's eyes lit up with delight when he sensed the very
slightest of movement ripple under his fingers.
"Oh my God! They moved! I'm glad that the blessing's next week," he
grinned. "Has my daughter felt them?"
"Good gracious no, that's the first time."
A ripple of contentment circled the card table as everybody realised
that the old earl had deliberately used the term 'daughter' to refer to
Jamie, his feminised son. It was a clear sign that everybody was at
peace and happy with the set up. Then, almost as if by command, Auntie
Jamie's car scrunched on the gravel outside.
"Where's Uncle Penny?" I called from our bedroom window as Auntie Jamie
closed her knees and slid gracefully out of her seat.
"Oh, she's busy finalising some accounts, she'll be down Saturday."
We sissies were a little disappointed at this news for Uncle Penny was
our favourite adult. She always had time for us girls and sissies and
she invariably brought down some new exiting fashions for us to try on.
However, our disappointment was soon surpassed by Auntie Beverly and
Earl Weston appearing at the main doors to welcome Jamie home. Jamie
immediately sensed that there was something special and she skipped up
the steps to hug her wife. We heard them whispering underneath our
window but failed to catch the gist of things until Jamie let out a
squeal of delight. Frantically we dashed downstairs to find out what was
afoot. The hall was agog with excitement as we minced urgently down
the wide stairway as fast as out corseted waists would allow. When we
learned of the developments we all naturally demanded to feel the babies
moving for this was not only a special family occasion but also a lesson
in biology for we younger ones. I wanted to Hug Auntie Beverly tight but
she gently dissuaded me with the caution that we mustn't squeeze the
babies too tight.
Later that evening when I finally got to my Auntie Beverly alone, I
whispered my deepest wish.
"Will I be able to feed them?" I asked hopefully.
Auntie Beverly smiled indulgently.
"We'll have to wait and see darling. It might not do for a future Earl
to be a sissy."
"But his father, Auntie Jamie is a sissy," I protested.
"That's as maybe darling but he might not like the idea of his own baby
son being turned into a sissy by your sissy milk. It's all very well
being born a sissy or being punished and turned into one when you've
committed a crime but it's not fair to turn a baby into a sissy before
he's even had a chance to make the choice. However, I'm quite sure
you'll be allowed to nurse my little daughter, your other unborn cousin.
You're sissy milk won't do her so much harm, it might just turn her into
a dominatrix or a mistress. Anyway you cheeky little minx, I would
like the chance to nurse my own babies you know! That's my right!"
Auntie Beverly was perfectly right of course and I was a little
disappointed that I probably wouldn't get my own way. Ruefully I slipped
into my own bed and reflected on the forthcoming blessing.
As I lay in the dark I suddenly heard my door creak softly. Somebody was
entering my room.
"Who's there?" I whispered softly.
"It's me, Simone."
"What d'you want?"
"Company."
"What! Why?"
"Everybody else is sharing beds, so why can't I?"
"But, I, - what! You want to share with me?"
"Why not, I get bored just lying there alone. Everybody else gets to
share with somebody. It's nice to share a bed and talk. I miss the
intimacy of the old Vardo, when my younger sisters and I used to chatter
for hours before sleeping."
"Davinia doesn't share with anybody," I protested, trying not to give
away my excitement."
"Davinia is being punished for what he used to do to me and my sisters."
"That's a long punishment," I replied.
"Look," scolded Simone impatiently, "d'you want me to come into bed with
you or not?"
I could scarcely believe my good luck. Simone was every bit as pretty as
my sister Janice and she actually wanted to join me in my bed. This was
a sissy's dream. I rather gave my feelings away when I switched on the
bedside light then eagerly flipped back the duvet and patted my pillow
by way of invitation. Simone smiled knowingly.
"Well at least you didn't pat the mattress darling."
"What d'you mean?" I frowned wonderingly.
"The sublimal message you gave just then; you patted the pillow thereby
subconsciously offering a place to talk. If you had patted the mattress
it might have meant you only wanted sex."
I was amazed at Simone's perspicacity for she had interpreted my
unconscious messages perfectly. All I had thought about was cuddling up
under the duvet and sharing our secret thoughts and desires. Simone was
a very sharp girl indeed. I giggled self consciously.
"I couldn't do anything anyway darling," I sighed.
"Why not?" Simone whispered as she squeezed up to me. "I've heard that
your little sissy clitty has grown a bit."
"This corset is securely tied and locked, and besides, I only have a
little boy clitty. The best I could do is pleasure you."
"Well I've heard differently. Joanna told me that your auntie has
authorised a new hormone treatment for you. I hope so. The trouble is my
corset is not much better. Even though it's not as tight as yours, it
prevents easy access to my special bits. We'll just have to cuddle up, -
like this."
So saying she reached her hand around my slender sissified waist and
pulled us together face to face so that our breasts and nipples met
intimately. I let out a little gasp of pleasure and Simone smiled.
"Are your tits really that sensitive?"
"Yes," I croaked as I felt her turgid buds slither provocatively through
the silky cups of our corsets, "if you carry on like that you'll bring
me off."
Simone smiled knowingly and gently kissed my stiffening buds through the
lacy cups and I squeaked with pleasure. I also felt a new stirring in
places that hadn't stirred much for several years. I could only dream
and hope that night but it was definitely a precursor of the shape of
things to come. Soon the night overtook us and we fell asleep gently
wrapped in each-other's loving embrace.
End of Sissy Farm - Chapter Twenty-Two - To Be Continued.
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