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Daniel's Nightmare This is a simple sissy story of forced sissifcation and humiliation. No real sex involved but alluded to. May be downloaded for personal pleasure any other use forbidden unless approved by author. Like a couple of my other stories, one of Daphne's drawings inspired this one. Comments appreciated but you have been warned of the nature of this story. Comments may be sent to [email protected]. By Cheryl Lynn "Mom I don't want to go to Aunt Margaret's for the entire summer. I already promised the guys that I would sign up for summer ball. I hate her and she hates me and you know it! You can't do this to me!" Daniel complained loudly. "I'm sorry if you had plans but so do I young man. I can't help it if Paul asked me to spend the summer with him in Europe. You know how much I love him. I really think he is going to ask me to marry him while we are in France. I can't pass up this opportunity. Ever since your no good two timing Father left us in the lurch, it's been a struggle and you know it. If it weren't for your Aunt's good graces, we'd be living in skid row right this minute. Paul is a good man, he has his own successful business and he cares for the both of us. We cannot let this chance pass us by. So you will go to your Aunt's for the summer and you will behave yourself," Doris countered her son's demands. "Awwww, Mom! Aunt Margaret is weird and she lives in the middle of no where. I don't know anybody there and besides if Paul loves you so much he will marry you when he gets back. She's wacko Mom! Who in their right mind sends her nephew such stupid stuff and she treats me like a girl," he retorted. "Daniel, that's enough! Your Aunt is not weird. Maybe a bit eccentric but she cares for us. She was very happy to hear that you were going to spend some time together. She's been after me to let you visit ever since your father left us. Margaret buys you the nicest things whenever she visits. So I don't understand why you are putting up such a fuss. Three months will give you both plenty of time to really get to know one another," his Mother argued. "Mom, how can you say that? She treats me like a little sissy and those gifts. How can you call that red velvet sailor suit she gave me for Christmas anything but weird? No body wears clothes like that. I felt like a complete dork going to church dressed in that. She keeps pinching my cheeks and telling everybody how cute I am. She even calls me 'Heather' and says I should have been a girl. I don't like it," he replied. "That's true but she means well. She's had it rough living alone all these years. If she didn't care for you, she wouldn't want you to visit in the first place. You're small for your age. You hate sports and have a delicate disposition so I can see why she treats you the way she does. You'll just have to make the best of it darling. You leave tomorrow right after school lets out. My mind's made up and you are going to spend the summer with your Aunt. Her driver will be here to pick you up so don't be late. If I have to come looking for you, I promise that when I find you, well, you will have a very sore bottom. Don't try my patience and I don't want to hear anymore about it! You are going and that's final," she said firmly ending the argument. Daniel spent a miserable night. He wasn't happy about going to his weird Aunt's for the summer. He didn't see that much of her since she lived up state but she was always mollycoddling him and bringing him weird gifts. The gifts were always labeled: To Heather. He positively hated being called Heather. That red velvet sailor suit she gave him at Christmas was a prime example of her way out gifts. The pants fit him tightly in the crotch and butt, had those flashy brass buttons in the front and wide flares at the legs. The white dress shirt had ruffles of all things at the collar and cuffs. The matching long sleeved red pull-over top had white satin piping on the back flap and a deep "V" neckline. The jacket left the ruffles at his collar and cuff fully exposed. A white satin scarf was tucked under the back flap and tied into a square knot in front with long streamers. A white straw hat with red satin band, white nylon socks and bright red patent leather Mary Jane styled shoes completed the outfit. He still couldn't believe his Mother made him wear it to midnight services. It took him months to get his friends to stop teasing him about it. He was still reluctant to bring his friends over to the house as his Mother had an eight by ten portrait of him in that suit sitting on the mantel. He received other weird gifts that no self respecting teenage boy should ever be seen with. Up on his shelf was that stupid farm girl doll dressed in a blue gingham dress with white petticoats and starched white apron she had given him for a birthday present and his Mother insisted he keep on display. Then there was the time he demanded she send him an action figure. Instead, he got that stupid Ken doll with a bunch of Barbie clothing to dress him in. On his last birthday, she sent him a music box with a twirling ballerina on top. There had been no end to the humiliating gifts, each one seeming more humiliating than the next. Her infrequent visits were even worse. She was always telling his Mother that he was too pretty to be a boy and stuff like that. Once, she took them shopping for new clothing and embarrassed the snot out of him. She had the nerve, when they were leaving the women's department with his Mother's arms loaded, to stop in the little girl's lingerie section. There she held up a pair of yellow nylon panties with lace frills and a matching training bra in front of him and asked if he would like some of his own. On her last visit, she brought him violet colored cotton sheets with a matching satin comforter and pillow covers with white lace accents. Of course his Mother insisted that he use them. Ooo Rodger was more like a shadow in Margaret's world keeping to the sidelines. He ran the household, supervising the cleaning and gardening staff when they showed up. He did most of the cooking, acting as chauffeur and general handy man. He was stiffly formal when around Margaret and others. They had little personal contact and they both enjoyed that relationship. He had his own house off to the side of the main building and stayed there when not working. He had had his own problems with the outside world and was happy to be isolated from prying eyes. Occasionally, he would go into town on a day off but was satisfied to stay in his own abode. He was in his mid-fifties, six foot two inches tall with salt and pepper hair and lanky. When Daniel arrived home Rodger was waiting. Daniel always thought that Rodger had a stick stuck up his ass and liked to call him 'Lurch.' "Just where have you been? You're an hour late," his Mother demanded as soon as he walked in the door. "Just saying goodbye to my friends, that's all. It's all your fault that I won't be seeing them," he responded sullenly. "Well, go up and change. I laid out your clothing for the trip and be quick about it. You have kept Rodger waiting long enough," she ordered. When he got to his room, Daniel tossed his book bag into the corner then groaned as he saw the clothing on his bed. "Crap, why did she have to put that out for me to wear," he mumbled then shouted, "Mom! I don't want to wear this. Can't I please just wear shorts and a tee shirt?" "You'll wear that to please your Aunt. Now, hurry up, or I'll send Rodger up to help," she yelled back. "All right all ready! I'll do it but I won't like it," he shouted back. Daniel quickly slipped out of his school uniform and picked up the cr?me colored shorts. The front had a short zipper, fastened with a big pearl button and was pleated with turned up cuffs. There were two slanted pockets in the front but were too shallow to put anything into. Again, the cut was such that it was tight in the crotch and butt but flared at the legs. A pink pull over shirt with rounded collar and short capped sleeves was next. It was too short to tuck into his shorts and left his navel exposed whenever he moved. White nylon socks and white canvas tennis shoes completed his dressing. The short's set was another one of Aunt Margaret's gifts. He stood looking at his reflection disgusted with himself. "I'm so glad my friends can't see me now. I look like a geek. Oh well, might as well get this over with," he thought. When he came back downstairs, his Mother made a big fuss. She told him how nice he looked and that she would miss him. She tousled his long mousey brown hair, bent down and kissed him on the cheek. As she stepped back, he rubbed his cheek with his palm blushing. Rodger was standing nearby and his Mother's show of affection embarrassed him. "Here's your bag. I packed it for you. So off you go and have a wonderful time with your Aunt Margaret. We've kept Rodger waiting for far too long," she said. "What? Only one bag? I thought I was going to spend the entire summer with her," he said hoping that he wouldn't have to stay at his Aunt's that long. "No way has she packed enough clothing to last the summer," he thought. "Your Aunt said to only pack the essentials dear. She's going to buy you all that you will need for the summer. Isn't that wonderful news? You know your clothing is getting a bit thread bare and I can't afford to buy you a whole new wardrobe. Now kiss me goodbye and I'll see you when I get back," she replied dashing his hopes. Ooo Aunt Margaret was in her early forties, his Mother's elder sister by six years. She was tall at five foot eight, auburn hair which she normally kept in a bun at the back of her head and a full middle aged woman's figure. She dressed conservatively in skirts and blouses with a cardigan sweater about her shoulders. She had married into money, a lot of money, and was a widow. Her husband died a few years after the marriage and left her everything but what she wanted most. She wanted a daughter more than anything but she was left alone. Unfortunately, the will leaving her all that money had a qualification. It stated that if she remarried or had a child out of wedlock, then she would forfeit the inheritance. He had been a jealous man who looked upon his wife as his personal property. Her being able to find happiness at his demise and expense galled him to no end, so the provision was put into the will. Perhaps if she had an education and could find gainful employment, she might have walked away from it all but she didn't. Due to her marriage and the will's restrictions, Margaret became a recluse. The only pleasure she allowed herself was to indulge her baby sister. Doris was an unfortunate lady, married young to a two timing bum who left her soon after she gave birth. Making sure her sister and young son had a roof over their heads and food on the table was Margaret's one pleasure. She was jealous that her sister had a wonderful child, a boy child that was entirely too pretty to be a boy to her way of thinking. She had convinced herself that Daniel should have been born a girl named Heather. Now Daniel was coming for an extended visit, a visit that Margaret planned on being much longer than just the summer if she had her way. She had tried so many times in the past to get Doris to let her keep the child but she had always found some excuse not to send him. "Well not this time. I have it all figured out. I put Paul up to dating and charming you for the sole purpose of getting my hands on Daniel. It's about time I had the chance to enjoy my life and I'm going to do it. Paul will make you see things my way. After all, it will be so much better if I raised Daniel so you two love birds can have some fun. It's not like I cheated you? I gave you Paul and you give me Daniel for my own. That's fair isn't it," she told herself. She lived in her Tudor styled mansion out in the country away from the distractions of the big city. She enjoyed her remoteness for two reasons. She loved the natural beauty surrounding her estate and it kept the neighbors at a distance. The house had been built on top of a knoll which provided a grand view of the manicured grounds and forest beyond. The back patio overlooked the pool, tennis courts and in the distance a small sparkling stream. She was content for the most part in her solitude but the absence of social interaction had made her eccentric. She had a few friends that lived in the nearby "artist colony" township that she visited. Like a lot of starving artist, her friends didn't mind her patronage and catered to her desires. One of her best friends, Madge, leased a beauty salon and aspired to become "The" makeup artist of the stars someday. Margaret's patronage would perhaps get her there. Makeup artists and costumers went hand-in-hand in Hollywood, so Madge introduced Margaret to Gwen and Rosa who aspired to become designers to the stars. All three were very determined to achieve their goals no matter what they had to do to get there. The only thing holding them back was the financial wherewithal to make it happen. Margaret was their golden goose and whatever she wanted, she would get. Over the course of time, she had told her friends all about Heather. Of course, they not only supported her views about Daniel but encouraged her. They decided amongst themselves to come up with a plan to make Margaret's dreams come true. If they did that, then she would owe them big time. Maybe a reward big enough to send them all off to Hollywood in style was their hope. "Margaret, I've been talking to the girls and we've come up with an idea. You said Daniel would resist your efforts but our idea should make him beg you to dress him like a girl. What if we found a way to make him so ashamed of the way he was dressed, he'd demand to be put into dresses and skirts?" Madge said during one of her early salon visits. "You found a way to make him beg to wear dresses? I find that hard to believe but I'm interested in any ideas you may have Madge," she replied. "We've decided that he has to be completely humiliated by the way you treat him and by the way you dress him. The twins and I think you should make him look and act like the biggest sissy there ever was. Just think for a minute, if you were dressed like a toddler in all those lacy frills at your age, wouldn't you beg to be put back into adult clothing? We think the same thing will apply to Daniel. That's what the girls think. For my part, I think you need to add female hormones. The hormones will not only change his body but should change his mindset as well. Looking at those pictures of him, he hasn't reached full puberty. The hormones will stop any further beard growth and other male enhancements. You don't want that pretty face to become all angular and square do you?" she continued. "Why I never gave that any thought Madge. Make him a great big sissy to the point where he begs to be dressed like a big girl? It kind of makes sense when I think about it. Using hormones sounds like a good idea. I certainly would hate to see that pretty face turn all rugged and hairy. Why the male enhancements? I don't get the connection?" she thoughtfully replied. "It's only temporary until the hormones take control dear. You know very well that men only think with one organ. If he is kept in a state of constant arousal, he won't be able to think straight. He'll associate his delicate state to the constant touch of satin and chiffon. It will confuse him and keep him off balance. Remember, you have to change his mind as well as his body. If you don't do that, then once he gets away from you, he'll just change back into a nasty boy," she answered. "You and the twins have given me a lot to think about Madge. I do so want Daniel to embrace my Heather. If turning him into a sissy first, well, it might be worth the effort but I don't know when we could put all this into action. Doris still refuses to let him visit for the summer. She always has some excuse," she replied. "Well, the first thing you need to do is find someone to take her mind off her son? From what you tell me he's all she has. Seems a distraction or better yet, a love interest might be what's called for. Next, you need to start sending him gifts suitable for a sissy. Start out simple, like, you know, pink sheets or give him a doll and such. If you can, send his Mom a bottle of 'vitamins' to get him started. Just don't tell her what they really are," Madge said. Margaret's salon visit had been a revelation and she began putting a plan of action together. She had a friend of a friend that was desperate for money, early middle aged, handsome and eligible. Maybe with the right incentives she could get him to date Doris. The proposal was accepted by Paul, certain funds were transferred and Doris started dating for the first time in ages. On a visit to her sister's, Margaret was pleased to see the sheets on his bed and the doll sitting on a shelf in his bedroom. Convincing Doris that Daniel needed vitamin supplements was easier than she thought. When she left, she made sure Doris had a large bottle of purple pills to give her son. Once the plan was in motion and the results promising, Madge was ready. Madge showed her hairstyles only a sissy would adore. The twins created costumes only the sissiest of sissies would love. Between the three, they designed a sissy heaven. Everything from furnishings and decor to lingerie and wardrobe no matter how outlandish were shown to Margaret. The more Margaret saw the more her imagination ran away with itself. It had taken two years to get them where Margaret's wish could come true. Ooo Daniel was met in the foyer of the big house by his Aunt. "Oh my darling, it is so very good to have you finally here with me. We are going to have such a wonderful time together. Come let me show you to your room and then we'll have some dinner after you freshen up. You must be starving after that long drive," she exclaimed rushing over to give him a big hug and kiss on the cheek. He looked up at her as he pulled his forearm across his just kissed cheek. "I'm here but I'd rather be back home if you don't mind," he replied. "Oh you are going to love it here darling. I have so many plans and things for us to do. Now come along and I'll take you to your room," she said as she reached down and pinched his cheek. "Cripes do you have to pinch my cheek? It hurts and I don't like it," he complained. "Oh don't be upset darling. It's just my way of showing affection. Now come along," she said with a big smile. Daniel followed her up the winding marble staircase and down the hall to a white painted door with a gold plated knob. She opened it with a key she had around her neck, stepped back and ushered him into the room. As he stepped into the room, he dropped his suitcase and his jaw at the same time. Moving his gaze to take in the entire room, he was both awed and mortified. "You've gotta be kidding me? Right?" he finally managed to say. "Of course not Heather, I'm sure in time you will come to absolutely adore your room," she replied. "Like hell I will! Get me another room or I'm outta here and stop calling me Heather," he screamed. "Why darling what is wrong? It's a lovely room. I had it decorated for just this occasion. I spent a lot of money and time getting it just right for your visit. It's the only one available and besides, how do you think you're going anywhere? We're miles from the nearest highway and Roger certainly isn't taking you anywhere. Now don't get me mad so soon in your visit. I am perfectly capable of tanning your backside if you give me any trouble," she said calmly. "But...but it...it's a girls room!" he squeaked. "Girl's room? Oh, it may be a bit femmie but it's a room just like any other room darling. It has a bed, bureau, dresser and vanity just like all my other rooms. Darling, it's just a room. Relax and try to indulge me darling. I don't want to have to spank you so soon," she stated. "Aunt Margaret please, can't I have a different room?" he plead. "No dear, this is your room while you stay with me. Now the bathroom is through that door over there. Unpack and freshen up then we can have something to eat," she said giving him a solid slap to his butt making him jump. Daniel looked around his room. The walls were painted a soft pastel pink with a decorative boarder in a lavender, lilac and purple floral design. The single window had white wooden louvers and pale champagne satin drapes. When he pulled up the louvers, he saw that the outside was protected with burglar bars. Looking back into the room, tears began to trickle down his face. The oak floors were covered in furry white and pale pink area rugs. The queen sized bed had a canopy of soft pink chiffon with four inches of white floral lace trim. The chiffon canopy flowed down the four spindle bed posts and was tied in place with champagne colored silken cords. The drapery, when the cords were undone, would enshroud the entire bed. The bed was covered in a champagne quilted satin comforter with lace boarder and the two fluffy pillows covered in matching satin pillow slips. The sheets were a dazzling pink satin. Next to the bed was a round mahogany night stand with a white doily covering. A ceramic Victorian doll lamp with a fancy shade in the shape of an elaborate parasol and pink alarm clock were placed on it. There was a large mahogany bureau against one wall and a dresser. Tucked into a corner was a large champagne satin skirted vanity with lighted mirror and champagne satin covered bench seat. A straight backed chair with a cushioned seat and small desk the last pieces of furniture. Sitting on top of the desk was a pink stuffed teddy bear and oil lamp. The over powering smell of lavender that filled the room had to be coming from that lamp. All the furnishings were in a Queen Anne style. On one wall was a large picture of a fuzzy white kitten with large green eyes bating at a ball of pink yarn. Another wall had a framed picture of a ballerina wearing a pink tutu and white leotard with silver sequined embroidered bodice en pointe. The last picture was of a Victorian dressed woman and her young daughter walking in a grassy meadow. Daniel had never been in a girl's room before but he couldn't imagine a room more feminine and girly-girl than the one he was to call his own for the next three months. Giving up any further examination of his room, he opened his suitcase and removed his toiletries kit. He was very disappointed when he saw the contents of his bag. There were two pairs of shorts similar to the ones he had on except in tan and pale blue. The two shirts were the same style as well colored white and navy. The pajamas were a pair he had never worn. Just like the other clothing in the suitcase, these were gifts from his wacky Aunt. What made these pajamas so repulsive was the color, a pale peach, and material, nylon. The pajama bottoms had short flared legs with a darker peach satin hem about one inch wide on the legs and waist. The top was a flared short sleeve with dark peach satin hemming at the cuffs and down the front. He slammed the lid of the suitcase down and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was just as girlie as the bedroom. Pink and white tile predominated with a plush white rug by the large pink enameled bathtub with its gold fixtures. There was no shower and that irked him for some reason he couldn't explain. He went over to the commode and pulled the lid up but the seat stayed firmly in place. No matter how much he tugged it wouldn't budge. Giving in to his need, he sat and peed muttering the whole time about how much he hated being at his Aunt's. Ooo He didn't see anyone when he came back downstairs. "Hello, Aunt Margaret. Where are you?" he yelled as he turned his head first right then left trying to see someone. Daniel almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a deep voice, "Madam is in the dinning room awaiting you," coming from right behind him. "Damn it man! Don't sneak up on me like that!" he shouted seeing Roger standing there. "I'm sorry if I startled you but if you'll come this way I'll take you to Madam," Roger replied in a monotone. "Yeah, sure Lurch! Whatever you say, just don't scare me like that again," Daniel sarcastically replied. "Ahhh, Heather my dear. Do come over and give your Auntie a sweet kiss before you sit down. Sit here beside me," she said as he walked in. "Please don't call me that. My name is Daniel in case you have forgotten it," he replied sullenly. He gave her a reluctant peck on the cheek and sat down where she had indicated. "I'm starved! What's for dinner Aunt Margaret?" he asked. "Darling, I've told you many times that you are too pretty to be called Daniel. I think you make a wonderful 'Heather' and that's that. I noticed that you have a bit of a tummy bulge sweetheart, so I asked Roger to make us something light for this evening. I do think you will like it. Roger fixed a wonderful duck salad with raspberry vinaigrette sauce. It's one of my favorite summer time dinners," she informed him as Roger appeared and placed the meal before them. Daniel looked down at the small plate sitting before him. There were four thinly sliced pieces of duck sitting on a pile of dark green lettuce with a couple of raspberries covering the plate. There was a small saucer containing one large purple pill and a small white one sitting off to the side. A large glass of lemonade was placed to his right. He looked up to see his Aunt nibbling at her salad. Never having eaten duck before, he moved it around with his fork for a few seconds before skewing it on his fork. As he brought it to his mouth, his Aunt told him to put it down and cut it into four small pieces. "Darling, I'm ashamed by your lack of table manners. Didn't your Mother teach you anything? I will not have you gulping down masses of food like that. Cut it up into smaller pieces and chew it thoroughly before swallowing like a civilized person, if you would," she chastised. Daniel looked at her with confusion written all over his face. "Hell, this bit of meat needs cutting? It's not as long as my thumb and almost thin enough to see through," he thought. "Dear, I'm not going to tell you again. You need to cut your servings into smaller pieces. If I have too, I'll cut it up for you just like a baby. Is that what you want?" she said seeing his expression. He certainly wasn't going to let her cut up his food for him, so he did as he was told. It took him four times as long to finish his salad as it normally would take. As he finished he looked expectantly at his Aunt to announce the next course. When she just smiled sweetly, he asked, "Aunt Margaret, I'm ready for more. Is Roger going to serve dinner now?" "Darling I would appreciate it if you would just call me Auntie. Aunt Margaret is so formal and makes me sound old. Just call me Auntie from now on and to answer your question, that was dinner. As you will come to learn, I like small main meals with tea at midmorning and afternoon. Now take your health supplements there in that dish then we can retire to the lounge," she said. "But Aunt...err...Auntie....I'm a growing boy and I need food. I'm still starving and haven't had anything since lunch time," he protested. "Nonsense my sweet, you'll get use to smaller healthier servings and will thank me in the end. I want you to be healthy that's why I've added some supplements for you to take with each meal. Now, finish your lemonade and swallow your pills then we can go watch some television," she stated firmly enough to make him comply. He picked up the two pills and looked at them closely, "What's this white one? Mom just gives me this big purple thing," he asked. "Oh, err, that's a....a mineral supplement to go along with your vitamin," she said thinking fast. He had a questioning look on his face as he popped them into his mouth. With three swallows the pills were ingested and the lemonade finished. "I'm still hungrier than a horse," he mumbled as he put the glass down. In the lounge, Roger served them tea as they sat on the overstuffed couch. Instead of turning on the television, Auntie put some classical music on. As the sounds of Mozart filled the room, Daniel sank back into the sofa in resignation. Not for the last time did he wonder why he had been placed in this living nightmare. Silently he cursed himself and his Mother for putting him at her sister's mercy. As he was finishing his tea, he felt dog tired and could barely keep his eyes open. The last thing he remembered was his Aunt taking the cup and saucer from his hand. Ooo "Roger, would you please come in here. I need a hand getting Heather upstairs and ready for bed," Margaret yelled. She turned and placed the cup and saucer on the coffee table and nearly jumped as Roger stood right beside her. "Dang it Roger, I do wish you'd make a little more noise when you move around. Come on, pick him up and bring him up to the bath," she ordered. In short order Daniel was lying naked in the bathtub with a plastic shower cap on his head. She examined his nude body and was pleased to note the small fleshy mounds and pink nipples on his chest, the cute roundness of his bottom and the smallness of his package. Margaret then donned a white plastic bib apron and latex gloves. She was now scooping globs of paste from a large container of depilatory which she was using to coat Daniel's skin. She made sure she coated every square inch from his sideburns to his nose down to his toes paying special attention to his groin and ass as she went. Once the cr?me did its job, she sprayed him down while rubbing the foul smelling foam from his body. When she finished washing off his body, except for eyebrows and head, it was as smooth as a baby's bottom. She dried him off with a big fluffy pink towel and removed him from the tub. She carefully laid him down on the white rug beside the tub and powdered him with lilac scented talc. Satisfied with her accomplishments, she took him under his arms and dragged him to his bed. There she dressed him in his peach pajamas and tucked him in for the night. "Nightie night my darling, I can't wait to see you all dressed up for our little excursion tomorrow. We'll get you so many lovely and dainty things then. I'm sure it will embarrass you to death but I don't care. It will be all the more reason you will not want to leave me my dear. I just can't imagine you trying to run away once I have you beautifully dressed. By the time I am finished with you, you will be the puffiest, girlie-girl ever. Ooo Daniel woke up the next morning with Margaret shaking his arm. "Ahhh, wha...what time is it?" he asked. "Why darling it's almost seven and I let you sleep way too long. We have a very busy day ahead of us and you need to hurry up. I have brought you some hot tea and a bowl of cereal for breakfast. You finish that up while I prepare your bath. Now, out of bed and eat up. Once you're soaking, I'll get some clothing together for you to wear," she stated. Half awake he stumbled out of bed over to the desk and began eating. "I don't remember putting on these pajamas," he thought as he lifted the spoon to his mouth. The strong smell of lavender assailed his nose as soon as he stepped into the bathroom. It was obviously coming from the big tub filled with popping multi-colored bubbles. "I think I'm going to gag," he mumbled as he moved over to the commode. Still groggy he pulled down the pajama bottoms and sat to do his business. Flushing, he stood and removed the top and tossed it along with the bottoms onto the counter top. It wasn't until he put one foot into the hot tub that he noticed the loss of his body hair. "Ho....how...how did this happen? Where's all my hair? Shit! Some how she must have done this to me but why don't I remember? Crap! I look like a little kid down there. That's it! I'm getting out of here right now even if I have to walk a thousand miles naked. I won't let her get away with this," he thought as he hastily pulled his pajamas back on. "Aunt Margaret I don't know how or why but you shaved all my hair off last night. I'm not staying here another min...." he screamed as he re-entered the bedroom. He stopped talking as he walked right into Roger. Before he could say more or react, Roger grabbed him around the waist, picked him up and carried him over to the vanity bench. Sitting down, he draped Daniel over his wide lap and began spanking him with his huge bare hand. The blows came fast and furious and Daniel was screaming in pain and humiliation. He had never been spanked in his life and Roger was giving him fifty of his best. When Roger finished punishing Daniel, he stood letting Daniel fall to the floor like a wet dishrag. "Will that be all Madam?" Roger asked. "Yes, I think you did very well Roger. You may go but please don't stray too far as I may need your help again," she replied. "Now Heather, I hope you don't think that I enjoyed doing that but you must learn to behave and do as you are told. You know it hurt me almost as much as it did you but you gave me no choice. I expect you to behave and listen to me when I tell you something. Otherwise, I will regretfully have to call Roger to discipline you again. Get up, dry those tears and take your bath. When you are finished let me know as I have a few things to show you," she said. The hot bath made his poor bottom sting all the more as he gingerly stepped into its fragrant embrace. Remembering his Aunt's instructions, he pulled the pink plastic shower cap over his head and picked up the sponge. Taking the bar of French milled soap; he lathered up the sponge and began washing. Thirty minutes later he stepped out and dried off with a fluffy towel. As he rubbed the towel across his body he noticed that it had an oily sheen and felt slick to the touch. Finished, he wrapped the towel around his waist and called to his Aunt. "Sweetie please show some modesty. Pull that towel up around your breasts and cover up properly," she said as she entered the room. Not waiting for him to act, she walked over to him and wrapped the towel around his chest tucking the end into what little cleavage he had. "There that is much better. Be sure that you always cover up properly in the future dear. Now, brush your teeth while I prepare a nice cleansing douche for you. One can never be too clean you know both inside and out. A nice cleansing douche always makes me feel so much fresher," she continued. Daniel had no idea of what she was talking about but with his bottom still smarting wasn't about to ask. As he brushed his teeth, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was taking something out of the linen closet. It was a red rubber bag with a long white hose attached. At the end of the hose was a big white plastic nozzle with ridges and holes on the sides. He finished brushing as she bent over the tub's faucet and began filling the bag with warm water until it bulged. She placed a hand behind his head and bent him over at the waist telling him to stand still. She lubed up the plastic tip and slowly inserted it into his rectum. He gave a startled whelp and rose up on tip toe as he felt the nozzle go in. By the time the bag was empty, his stomach was swollen and he had a very embarrassing stiffie. Despite the cramping and bloating, his little man stayed stiff as a board which did not go unnoticed. "Well it looks like my little darling really likes her morning douche. It's only natural I guess but scoot over to the toilet and let's get finished," she said smugly. It was embarrassing enough having a stiffie but having to relieve himself while she was looking on was mortifying. Finished with his hands washed, she took him by the hand and led him back into the bedroom. After all that had happened this morning, Daniel had no fight left. He didn't even respond when he saw what she was going to dress him in for the day. Standing him by the bed, she removed his towel and picked up a small box. Stooping down on a knee, she took his little man and slid a lilac colored satin penis sheath with a one inch floral lace rosette at both ends up his shaft. She secured the satin bag around his testicles and secured it in place with a thin violet ribbon tied in a cute bow. She thought that the head of his penis poking through that lace frilled collar was just delightful to see. There were two long violet streamers coming off the end of the sheath that she used to pull his penis back between his legs and tied them off around his waist. "Oh that's perfect! It's so cute with everything tucked nicely away like that," she exclaimed clapping her hands as she stood back up. Daniel was shocked at what his Aunt had done. It was both humiliating and stimulating at the same time. The cloth that caressed his skin was soft and sensual as she pulled it on causing a tingling sensation to run up his spine. It was also the first time anyone other than himself ever touched him there. Yet, seeing what she had done to his manhood embarrassed him no end. As she stood back up, all he could do was blush rose red. Grabbing a pair of sunflower yellow chiffon pantaloons with four rows of ruffled white floral lace around the legs and a pert mint green satin bow at the sides, she shook them out in front of his face. "Aren't these the loveliest panties you've ever seen darling. They are made of a double layer of the softest chiffon and have the cutest lace and ribbon detailing. You're just going to love how they feel rubbing across your pretty little bottom," she teased. He cringed as she slowly pulled them up his legs. The soft material sent shivers up his spine and his penis twitched in its confines. He started to object but saw his Aunt with a knowing look in her eyes which caused him to blush all the harder. She picked another garment off the bed and held it up for him to examine. "I know that you were hoping for a grown up bra darling but this will have to do for now. Don't you think it's just the cutest ever? Notice the dark yellow floral embroidery across the translucent cups. It does have underwire support to help you fill out its "A" cups and two hook and eye closure in the back. For a training bra it is very elegant, don't you think? What? Cat got your tongue? Well that's understandable. I felt the same way when I got my first training bra. Don't worry, you'll grow into a big girls bra soon enough," she said with a giggle. A pair of white nylon ankle socks with a heavy frill of yellow lace was pulled up his feet. She fluffed out the lace frill remarking on just how cute they were. A bright white nylon blouse with full billowing sleeves was then buttoned up the back. The blouse had a tight fitting fluted collar that brushed his chin, ballooned cap shoulders that were supported with thin boning, a very full and lacy jabot and tiered lace at the cuffs that extended down to mid-palm. The nylon was thin enough to just make out the outline of his bra. A pair of mint green velvet shorts with a two inch band of bright forest green satin trimmed each leg opening. The shorts were high waisted and the legs fell to mid-thigh revealing the lacy frill of his pantaloons. It zipped and button closed in the back, was tailored to fit like a second skin across his backside and through the crotch while the legs flared such that it looked somewhat like a short skirt. Then she helped him into a pair of green patent leather Mary Janes. The shoes had a two inch block heel and a decorative green bow on the toe. Daniel was beside himself as Margaret dressed him. He hated what she was doing but dared not complain. His poor bottom was still stinging from his earlier spanking. She kept reminding him of that by patting him on the bottom each time she put another piece of clothing on. Daniel was not the manliest of men by a long shot and would be no match for his Aunt's strength and totally at the mercy of Roger. He was not stupid and with no where to run or seek help, managed to keep his calm. He had a distant look in his eyes and stood numbly as his Aunt dressed him. However, with every piece of clothing, every touch, every comment, a little bit of his male ego died, replaced with shame and humiliation. Margaret, laughing and giggling, told him to spin around so she could see the full effect. "Oh darling, you look positively scrumptious. I just love that color on you. Come, give us another turn then I'll need to brush your hair," she said. At the vanity, she brushed out his longish hair leaving a middle part. Using a pink rat tail comb, she combed the hair at the crown down over his eyes and snipped the excess away. Using her fingers, she brushed out his new bangs. Next, she grabbed a deep red lip pencil and outlined his lips into a cute cupid's bow. Picking up a fine tipped brush, she filled in the outline with a rich lustrous buttercup pink lipstick. She sprayed a fine mist of gardenia scented perfume around him as a finishing touch. She produced a white straw hat with a wide yellow chiffon band and big floppy bow tied at the back and secured it on his head. White cotton gloves with a frill of lace at the wrists completed his dressing. The only jewelry she gave him was a gold charm bracelet for his left wrist. "Come along now my darling. We have appointments to keep and we don't want to be late. I have such wonderful plans for us today," she said smiling broadly. Ooo The ride to town was a long one and Daniel was thankful that the limo's windows were darkly tinted. The last thing he wanted was for anybody to see him dressed like he was. Sitting in the back seat with his Aunt, he was forced to sit up straight with his hands neatly folded in his lap. As the car drove over a bump in the road his stomach let out a muted rumble. "I'm starving. A stupid salad for dinner and nothing but a small bowl of mush, glass of orange juice and half an apple for breakfast isn't nearly enough. I guess she wants to humiliate and starve me to death all at the same time," he ruefully thought. The limo came to a stop. Roger opened the door and assisted them out. The car was parked in front of a beauty salon, "Miss Angie's House of Style," read the marquee. The outside of the building was all white and pink including the awning that stood over the entrance. Daniel shuddered at seeing where they were and feared the worst. The inside was brightly lit. The walls were painted in alternating white and pink stripes just like the outside. The flooring was in a beige terrazzo. The smell of ammonia, acetone, perfume and other exotic smells permeated the air. There were six pink fiberglass seats with large dryer hoods over them on one side and six stylist barber type chairs in white leather on the other. Between the two stations were several tables set up to provide manicure and pedicure services. The walls were covered with photos of beautiful women wearing different hair styles and a few advertising posters. "Hi! I'm Pauline. How may I help you?" a perky blonde asked from behind the reception desk. She was looking at Aunt Margaret but when she saw Daniel, her green eyes got big as saucers. "Oh my..," she added. "I'm Mrs. Grenoble and I have an appointment for my ward with Madge," Margaret replied. "Errr...yeah...I mean, yes madam. I'll tell her that you are here," she said getting up. "Please Aunt Margaret let's get out of here. Tha...that girl and everyone in here will be making fun of me. Please don't do this to me, please," Daniel begged. "Nonsense, my darling, that young lady just isn't use to seeing someone of your upbringing that's all. Pay these heathens no mind. We're above such things...and...it's Auntie, not Aunt, remember," she said firmly. Daniel looked around for a means of escape. The only way out was directly behind him but Roger was standing outside the door smoking a cigarette. You could see panic written all over his face as he sought out some form of refuge. He was thinking about just running when a matronly looking middle aged woman came over with the receptionist following behind. She was wearing a pink smock and grey pencil skirt. She had full evening makeup and her black hair was styled in a shoulder length bob. The white name tag surrounded in a frill of pink lace said in pink script, "Madge." "Hello Margaret, is this your lovely ward we've talked so much about? Are you going to take him over to the twin's place later? She beamed. "Yes Madge and I can't wait to see what you can do for my lovely ward. As a matter of fact, we are going there as soon as you have worked your miracles," Margaret replied with a broad smile. They walked back to Madge's work station and she got quickly got down to business. Daniel's hair was shampooed and conditioned three times before he was sat upright. She began applying a thick paste to his hair and wrapping strands in tin foil as she progressed around his head. While he sat letting the solution do its job, another younger woman came over and began working on his nails. Soon his nails had one inch oval extensions painted a bright florescent pink. With his fingernails done, she moved down and removed his shoes and socks for his pedicure. It didn't take her long to have his toenails painted in the same lacquered finish. By the time the manicurist was finished, Madge was removing the foil. Another shampoo and rinse and she began trimming off the split ends and snipping off an errant hair here and there. Putting the scissors down, she began rolling the top of his head in horizontal rows using one inch pink plastic rollers very close together. With the top done, she began rolling the sides vertically using one and a half inch blue rollers. His hair tightly rolled, she placed a coil of cotton around his head and began squirting a smelly solution liberally on each roller. The pungent smell made Daniel's eyes water and he squeezed them tightly shut. "What are they doing to my hair? I hope it isn't what I think it is. If they give me a bunch of girlie curls I think I'll die," he thought. As he sat under the hooded dryer, Madge handed him a copy of "Teen Idol" and told him he'd be there awhile. "Oh, damn, they're curling my hair. I just know it. I look stupid enough in this crazy outfit. Curls will only make it worse. Oh, man, look what they did to my hands. What's Aunt Margaret doing to me...make me the laughing stock of the entire state?" he mused. As Madge removed the rollers out of his hair, Aunt Margaret was standing in front of the chair holding his straw hat with a Cheshire cat smile spread all over her face. "Madge you have captured just the look I was hoping for and more. I can't wait to show Gwen and Rosa," she gushed. A half can of hair spray later and he was finished. Madge spun the chair around so he could see her creation in the wall mirror. To say that he was stunned would be an understatement. He was filled with disbelief, then shock and horror as he viewed his new image. His hair had been bleached into a very brassy looking blonde was bad enough but the style was horrendous. Tight tubular curls went horizontally from his crown to the crest of his head, his bangs were plastered in stiff swirls and the sides of his head were a mass of sausage curls. Gushing compliments and praise on Madge, Margaret reached into her large leather purse and extracted a big puffy forest green satin bow with long streamers. Madge gladly fastened it into the back of his head with a small hair comb. With the bow in place, Margaret placed the straw hat forward on his head and slipped the thin elastic cord under his chin to hold it in place. Daniel just stared into the mirror in absolute horror. "She's making me into the world's biggest sissy! I can't believe this! Where did she even come up with the idea to do this to me? I've never seen anything anywhere looking like I do now. Even that kid in that old black and white movie....err..Little Lord something or the other didn't look this fruity," his mind raged. As he sat fuming in the chair, Madge stepped back and said, "You know there is just something missing to make that look perfect. Ahhh, I know, Margaret what do you think about pierced ears. A pair or two of dangling chandelier earrings might be just the right thing to complete the picture you are trying to paint." "Why now why didn't I think of that! Madge could you do that for me?" she gleefully responded. As they walked out of the salon, Daniel had a new look and new earrings as well. Madge was good as her word and pierced his ears twice. A quarter inch gold ball was centered in each lobe with six delicate gold chains in varying lengths hanging from them with tiny golden bells attached to the ends. Next to each ball was a glistening pink solitaire. Ooo Daniel was so stunned by his visit to the salon that Margaret had to hold his elbow as they crossed the parking lot to the waiting limo. He tried to keep his eyes glued to the asphalt as they neared the car. The last thing he wanted to see was all the people pointing and making fun of him. Madge had done her best to keep the other customers from doing just that but he had seen them. They had been laughing, pointing, making faces or sneering in revulsion but he had noticed. Now he was out in public in a busy strip mall and all he wanted to do was get back into the limo. As Roger shut the door, Daniel looked with tear filled eyes up at his Aunt and begged, "Aunt....Auntie please take me home. Haven't you done enough for one day?" "Why sweetheart, we've just begun. We simply must pay a visit to Gwen and Rosa. They'll be dying to see you wearing their designer clothing and your beautiful new do. Here take my hankie and dry those tears. You're going to absolutely love those girls. Why they have the greatest imaginations when it comes to creating eclectic styles. Why, they were the ones to design and sew that wonderful outfit you are wearing at the moment. Considering that they didn't have your exact measurements, I think the fit most excellent. Now dry those tears, we'll be there momentarily," she said. The limo pulled into the drive of an older wood framed house. It was painted chartreuse with forest green shutters. Looking at it one would think it garish but the color scheme actually worked for the house architecture. It was a four bedroom, two and a half bath single story dwelling with a screened in porch and two massive red oak trees in the front yard. As soon as the limo pulled into the drive, two women appeared at the screen door. Roger assisted them out of the limo and followed them up the walk. Before they got half way, the two women were hugging Aunt Margaret. "Margaret darling, it's so good to see you and this has to be your precious Heather," they both said in unison giving her quick pecks on the cheeks then turning their attention to Daniel. Daniel tried to back behind his Aunt as the two enthusiastic women reached for him. He wasn't quick enough as they knelt and grabbed him around the waist pulling him into a group hug. Margaret just stood there watching and laughing in pleasure. "Oh my gosh, he is just precious!" exclaimed Gwen. "Darling, absolutely darling," Rosa exclaimed. "Gwen, check out these lovely curls. They are to die for," Rosa said as she pulled the hat off his head. As the girls were making a fuss over him, Daniel blushed beet red from the top of his head down to his toes. "Not out here in the front yard! Please let me go! Not here where everybody can see me!" his mind screamed. "Come on into the house. We have so many things to show you Margaret. Ever since you told us your ward was coming we have been busy as little bees. We can't wait to show you," they both said in unison. Gwen and Rosa were identical twins with chestnut colored hair streaked with grey and braided into pigtails that reached to the middle of their backs. They wore very little makeup on their identical triangular shaped faces. Gwen had a blue and white checked gingham dress with a starched pinafore styled white cotton apron while Rosa wore the same outfit except in red and white checks. They were big boned and had ample bosoms. Once inside the house, Margaret took Daniel's hat and gloves and placed them on a nearby table. The house was furnished in antiques and had the smell of age and a hint of mothballs. They were ushered into a room that was set up like a clothing store show room. There was a comfortable overstuffed settee and coffee table in front of a slightly raised carpeted platform. Bright flood lights lit up the platform and four full length mirrors framed the backside. A dressmaker's dummy was off to the side. Daniel was reluctant to get up on the platform but a firm slap to his backside was all the encouragement he needed. There the twins had him slowly turn, bend at the waist and then with his hands held high over his head do a twirl. Blushing furiously, he stood shaking as they joined him and began taking off his shorts and top. Left in his fancy pantaloons and bra, Daniel didn't believe he could be more humiliated. He tried to move his hands so he could cover his groin and chest but was instructed to stand still. The twins needed to take his measurements so they could adjust the outfits awaiting him to try on. As Rosa pressed the upper part of her hand into his crotch measuring his inseam, Daniel thought he was going to pass out. As she measured, he kept his eyes tightly scrunched together and hoping his ordeal would soon be over. The twins were giggling and having a great time getting his exact measurements. Margaret and Roger were busy discussing something and Daniel prayed the floor would open and save him. So they didn't hear anyone come in. Ooo "Yoo-hoo! Ladies I'm here," a woman's voice sang out startling all of them. Daniel opened his eyes to see a tall shrewish looking woman enter the room. Her hair was brown and tied into a tight bun at the back of her head. Her long pointed nose and large framed tortoise shell eyeglasses dominated her face. She was as thin as a reed and wearing a kaki skirt, white cotton long-sleeved blouse and brown flats. Standing beside her was a miserable looking young auburn haired boy. He was wearing red shorts, white pull over shirt and sneakers. It was obvious that he had been crying. "Yoo-hoo girls I'm here for my appointment," she repeated. "Oh Mrs. Hawthorne, welcome but you are here early," Gwen said. "Sorry darling but we were in the neighborhood and thought it would be no bother if we stepped in. My darling Jacob just couldn't wait to get into his new frocks. I hope you don't mind?" she replied. "Oh no, I'm sure Mrs. Genoble won't mind. Will you Margaret? This will only take a few moments," Rosa apologized. "Of course not, please go ahead and take care of Mrs. Hawthorne. We can wait," Margaret politely stated. "I'll make us some tea while you ladies get to know one another. I'm sure you two will have a lot in common. Rosa take Jacob and help him change would you please," Gwen said leaving the room. Jacob tried to break free of Rosa's grip and make a run for it but his Mother was between him and the entrance. She knelt down, reached out and grabbed his cheeks with her long fingers squeezing firmly. "Now listen here Jacob! No more fusing. You will go with Miss. Rosa and you will do whatever she demands. I am determined to change your attitude once and for all. You remember what I promised if you didn't cooperate when we left the house, don't you? You behave or I swear you will regret it. Now go!" she hissed. Gwen was just finishing pouring the tea when Rosa came back into the room. A very somber Jacob followed in her wake. He was wearing an Alice in Wonderland styled outfit. The blue cotton full skirt was modified with three tiers of ruffling at the hem and six inches of white floral lace trim. Combined with the white apron, white knee high stockings and black Mary Jane shoes, he made a cute Alice. A blue satin ribbon was fitted around his short hair and tied off in a big floppy bow high on his head. He was carrying a pink stuffed kitten in his left hand and a small white knit purse in the other. Green eye shadow, mascara, blush and pink lipstick adorned his face. From the neck down, he looked all girl but the rest of him, despite the makeup, looked all boy. Gwen led the unfortunate youth up onto the platform where he was required to pirouette which showed off his layers of stiff white net petticoats. His Mother had him pull up his skirt and petticoats to reveal his pretty blue nylon bloomer panties with six tiers of ruffled white floral lace. Of course while he was modeling his new outfit, the four women were oohing and aahing over how cute and precious Jacob now looked. Margaret said that it was a shame that Jacob didn't have longer hair as he made such a precious looking girl. "Dang, he's younger than I am. This has got to be pure hell for him," he thought watching the women tease the boy. Daniel felt sorry for the poor kid as the women plucked at his new clothing exposing his undies in the process. His sympathy didn't last long as he realized he was in just as bad shape or perhaps worse than Jacob. At least Jacob had short boy's hair, not the brassy blonde curls that adorned his head. "Come along Jacob we have intruded enough into Mrs. Genoble's time. Maybe next time you'll think twice before you flip up the girl's skirts, pull the heads off their dollies and generally make yourself a miserable pest. Now say thank you to Miss Gwen and Miss Rosa," his Mother said. As they left, Margaret put the piece of paper with Mrs. Hawthorne's phone number into her purse and turned to Daniel. "I think we may have found a friend for you to play with in the future darling. Mrs. Hawthorne seems to be a very nice person and Jacob is positively delightful," she said to him. "Yeah, right! Maybe when pigs fly. Like I'm gonna want to spend any time with that sissy. Heck, he didn't even try to put up a fight. At least, I tried to fight back," he thought. Ooo With the Hawthorne's departure the three women turned their total attention back to Daniel. Gwen went back into the other room returning with a plastic garment bag and a box. Opening the box and folding back the pink tissue, she removed a wasp waist corset in a purple/grape color. The braless garment's hems and garters were edged in grape colored floral lace with the body of the boned corset a shiny purple satin. Covering the metal tabs on the garters were purple satin bows. "Figure training at this stage is a must Margaret. We decided for the best results to use a wasp waist non-stretch corset. Once we have it laced, there will be no give and the tight boning will assure that the intended shape is maintained. Of course, with this style, nylons are a must so that it won't ride up. We made four of these for you. This pretty purple one, a virginal white satin with cr?me lace highlights, luscious pink satin with burgundy lace frills, a frilly wintergreen with forest green lace and a sexy black with red lace and bows that I think you will be pleased with. Naturally we made the matching bras and panties to go with them. We'll try them on all today to check the fit," Gwen stated. Daniel shied away as she approached with the garment but Rosa held him still. Soon he was gasping for breath as the laces closed at the back. The corset had drawn his waist in five inches and forced more of his flesh up into the cups of his bra. He now had a twenty-nine inch waist and "A" cup breasts. Rosa removed the bra he had on and replaced it with the new one which had even more lace frills and bows. The cups were a translucent grape color but had quarter inch wide purple lace spiraling around them. A bright purple satin bow was sewn between the cups with a small rhinestone at its center. Rosa pulled off his pantaloons and removed the penis sheath embarrassing Daniel all the more when she commented, "Aaahhhh, isn't that the cutest little thing," as she replaced it with a purple satin sleeve with grape colored floral lace at the head and base. The big difference between the sheaths was that this one had boning support to keep it sticking out straight and no ties. The reason for that was soon revealed when she pulled his new panties up his legs. The grape colored double chiffon panties were brief styled with purple lace accents. The biggest difference was the small opening at the crotch of the panties. The opening was outlined with a rosette of purple chiffon and his shrouded dick was pulled through. "Doesn't that look scrumptious?" Gwen squealed as she pointed to the pink one-eyed nub sticking out in the center of the purple flower with its grape colored lace trim. "We are very serious with our designs but we like to find tiny ways to add a bit of humor, if you get my meaning Margaret," Rosa said with a tinkling laugh. If Daniel hadn't been so busy trying to breath, he might have noticed how Rosa was dressing him. As it was, it took all his concentration to breathe from his chest instead of his stomach like he had been doing all his life. The corset was crushing his ribs and stomach unmercifully and he was beginning to feel a bit giddy. Gwen saw him struggling and told him to slow his breathing down, panting only made it worse and to breathe with his nose. If he could catch his breath, he would scream at them to take that horrible device off. Once he had all his undies on, she guided him to the settee for a brief rest. It wasn't much better to sit as he had to sit erect and he could feel the hem of the corset biting into his hips. Rosa bent down and rolled a pair of white nylons up his hairless legs. The stockings had an elaborate floral lace welt and a purple satin bow with long streamers attached at the backs. With the white hose attached to the garters, the pressure was eased on his hips. His panting finally slowed and the stars he had been seeing before his eyes vanished. "Crap! This thing is killing me," he gasped. "Your body will adapt soon enough darling. Once you get comfortable in this size, we'll shrink the next one down until you have an eighteen inch waist," Margaret said. Daniel could not imagine having to wear something even more constricting than what he was currently wearing. "Before we let you get back up, let me slip these shoes on your feet," Rosa said as she pulled a shoe from its box. The shoe was a purple sequined open toed pump with a half inch platform sole and five inch stiletto heel. There was a grape colored satin bow attached to the back of the heel. She had to use a shoe horn to slip the shoe on as it was a very tight fit. The second shoe soon followed and with the help of both girls, he was assisted to his feet. Daniel wobbled and felt weak in the ankles as he stood. "I...I can...can't walk in these things. They pinch my toes horribly and are unstable. It feels like my ankles want to cave in on me," he complained. "Just put your weight on your lower foot and toes then rest on the back of your heels. Wearing heels takes practice but you'll get the hang of it. You will have to keep your head up, chest and backside out and walk on your toes. Move from the hips and not your lower legs with a little swing in your butt. One foot in front of the other, keep your elbows in and head up. Come on you can do it. Walk with me dear. No don't rush like you're fall