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Chapter 9
On the walk back to the house, the two couples had regrouped and were
talking and giggling amongst themselves, whilst Pansy was deliberately
keeping about three paces behind them. He was teetering along in true
servile fashion, giving the appearance of being hurt and dejected whilst
inside feeling highly elated, still thrilled and excited about being out
and dressed.
Debbie caught sight of the house first, and seeing the familiar car in
the driveway, stopped dead in her tracks, bringing everyone else to a
sudden halt. She exclaimed, "Oh my God, Mum and Dad are home! What the
fuck are we going to do now!"
"I just don't believe it," whispered Tracy, terrified. "We can't take
Pansy into the house dressed like she is, they'll go nuts if they
realise it's Peter." And turning directly to Debbie she said. "What are
we going to do Debs, they'll kill us if they realise what we've been
doing to our brother?"
"Just shut up and let me think for a minute will you Tracy, and stop
getting so hysterical," Debbie replied, with her head bent and her hand
on her chin in concentration.
Pansy was listening to this conversation and thought to himself. "Well
this is interesting, it doesn't look as though they hold all of the
cards at all, in fact they are terrified that their behaviour towards me
will become known to Mum and Dad. I really don't think Debbie knows what
to do this time."
Debbie said, "Gerry, Jim, I think you should leave now and go to your
own homes, this is something that we have to sort out between
ourselves." The boys left, happy to be excused from the imminent crisis,
leaving the three of them standing in the road.
"Well, Pansy, look at the mess we are in because of your crossdressing.
We were going to have a quiet evening in with our fellers this evening
and look what has happened. Mum and Dad are home and we have to do
something about you. There's no way that we can take you indoors,
dressed as you are, they will want to know who you are. And what do we
say, 'Oh yes it's just Peter wearing our underwear, our makeup and our
clothes, is that alright?' I don't think it would wash somehow, do you?"
"Well Debbie," replied Pansy, "You may think that because I enjoy
crossdressing and playing these games, that I can't think for myself. I
know that you are frightened that I will tell on you and your behaviour
today, because now, if I had to admit to Mum and Dad to being a
transvestite, well then I would, and have it over and done with. Maybe I
would be thrown out of the house, but before I left I would make sure
that everyone knew what you had done to me, too: turning me into a human
dog, plugging and gagging me and making me eat dog food. Then I would
let them know what I had done to you: sucking Gerry's cock, cumming up
your leg Debbie, and cumming all over your face, Tracy."
"So what do you suggest that we do then, Pan . . . er. . . . um . . .
Peter?" Said Debbie.
"Well, when I'm dressed, you can call me Marilyn, for a start."
"Yes, of course Marilyn, we will always call you Marilyn when you are
dressed." Replied Debbie.
"Then, this is what we will do." He went on, "we will go into the house
and try to act as naturally as possible. I will just stand there smiling
and saying nothing. Assuming that mum and Dad don't recognise me under
all of this makeup, you will tell them that I am a girl friend who has
been to a fancy dress party, met them in the pub, and has had too much
to drink. Is that clear?"
"Sounds like it might just work, Marilyn, so come on, let's do it shall
we!" And together, they all made their way up to the door of the house.
Upon entry Debbie called out. "Hello, Mum, Dad, we're home, where are
you?"
"In the sitting room honey, come on in, oh I see we have a visitor, who
is your friend, Debbie?"
"Oh, this is Marilyn, Mum, she's been to a fancy dress party and we
bumped into each other in the pub, we were at school together, don't you
remember? I said to her that she could stay the night, will that be OK?
She can stay in my room, and she won't be in the way." And in her best
little girl voice she added, "Please please Mum, pretty please?"
"Yes, of course sweetheart. Hello Marilyn." She said barely paying her
any attention. "Now, listen honey, we're home tonight because our flight
was cancelled, there's an air traffic controllers strike in Spain but
we're due to go tomorrow, so all is not lost. Where's Peter, has he gone
to bed?"
"No, Mum," replied Debbie, "he didn't fancy being at home on his own
while you were away, so he's staying at his friend Terry's place for a
few days, you know Terry, he meets him for a drink sometimes at the Red
Lion; the Architect."
"Oh yes, well that's alright then, in fact it's rather convenient
really. Will you all sit down, You too Marilyn, sit anywhere, only
there's something rather important that I want to tell Debbie and
Tracy."
Marilyn sat down in the only seat that was available, the seat where
this odyssey of humiliation and depravity had begun; the armchair in
front of the mirror. She crossed her legs in the same way as she had
crossed her legs that morning, catching just a glimpse of stocking top
as before. Taking her powder compact from her bag Marilyn checked her
makeup, "Maybe a little more lipstick," she thought, and began applying
more of the striking electric blue to her puckered lips.
"Well girls," their mother continued, "this is very difficult for me,
your father and I have never told you, but, well Peter is not really
your brother . . . I mean . . . well . . . of course he is your brother
but, well." Then she looked across to Marilyn, "sorry Marilyn, family
matters, you don't mind do you?"
Marilyn looked back at who she had always thought was her mother,
lipstick still poised, and gave a faint electric blue smile and a
flutter of her eyelashes, listening intently but trying to be the
uninterested outsider in all of this.
"You see," she went on, "I always wanted another child after you two
were born, really so that you had someone else to grow up with, but
however much we tried it wasn't to be. I saw doctor after doctor and
they all said the same thing, that due to the complications during your
birth It was unlikely that I would ever be able to give birth again. So,
we decided to adopt a child, a little boy and we called him Peter. We
discovered later that he was from a troubled family; his parents were
both drug dependent, his father overdosing on a cocktail of cocaine,
barbiturates and a bottle of whisky. Sadly, his mother continued with
her prostitution, bringing men home to her small apartment and
continuing to feed her drug habit whilst the child was left in a side
room receiving only minimal care. Not surprisingly, his mother died, of
what will probably never be known, but she died and she died a lonely
death. Baby Peter was found in his cot by social services ."
"Wow, Mum!" Said Debbie,. "I'm utterly amazed, you really have shocked
me, so Peter is not even a member of our family, well, not by blood
anyway!"
"Well I guess that's right honey, but this doesn't change anything does
it? I mean we can stay just one big happy family can't we? That's how
it's been for the last twenty years or so, let's keep things as they
always have been, shall we?"
"Yes of course, Mum," replied Debbie, "It's just a bit of a surprise
that's all, really, but it doesn't change anything, Peter is still my
brother. That's right isn't it Tracy?"
"Yes of course it is Mum, Debs. Peter is our brother and will always be
our brother, nothing can change that."
"Well, I've been dreading this moment girls, but I'm glad that I've got
it off my chest, when I get Peter on his own I'll tell him too, so keep
it to yourselves until then. Oh, and thank you, Marilyn, for being so
understanding, this has probably been terribly embarrassing for you."
Marilyn gave a weak smile.
Debbie said, "Well, I think we'll all head off to bed now Mum. Are you
ready Tracy, Marilyn. We have booked a day off work tomorrow Mum, as we
thought we would be partying tonight, so if we don't see you in the
morning, enjoy your holiday and we'll see you next week."
"Goodnight, girls." Replied Mum and Dad as the three girls left the room
and headed up the stairs.
They all went into Debbie's room and sat on the bed, looking at each
other in utter amazement. "Well that puts your accusation of incest out
of the window, Debbie," said Marilyn.
Debbie, ignoring Marilyn's puerile remark said, "I think we need a plan,
otherwise we're finished. Marilyn, what do you want, do you want to be
able to dress and wear makeup all of the time, do you want to date guys
or do you want to date girls?"
"Well, Debbie," replied Marilyn, "I have no real preference with regard
to girls or guys but I would like to be dressed and made up all of the
time and live as a girl."
"But your look at the moment is extreme, honey isn't it, be honest, I
mean no one would know if you were a t-girl or a g-girl under all of
that makeup."
"Yes, I know what you are saying, Debbie, but, earlier today you said
that with a little help I could be made to look a convincing woman, do
you still believe that?"
"Tracy and I could turn you into a convincing girl Marilyn, but you
would have to do as we told you without argument."
"Will you help me Debbie, Tracy, I really feel that I can trust you?"
said Marilyn.
"Yes of course sweetheart," said Debbie, "Placing an arm around Marilyn
and casting a glance to her sister, you can trust us my little angel."
Looking at Debbie, Tracy then said, "Now Marilyn, I think it would be a
good idea if you went to the bathroom and cleaned yourself up, take off
your wig and your enormous false eyelashes and shower yourself off
completely, keep the nails though sweety, they're so attractive. What we
want to see when you return is a completely naked Marilyn, and then we
can take off that horrid chastity device of yours."
After about half an hour Marilyn made her way back to Debbie's bedroom
having cleaned herself off completely and removed her butt plug, she was
now totally naked apart from a wraparound towel but still wearing the
dreadful chastity device. She was surprised to find the room empty, and
sat down on the stool in front of the mirror. Wondering where everyone
had gone, and thinking about what she had agreed to she heard an engine
start and a car drive away, must be one of the neighbours, she thought.
After having heard the car leave, Marilyn heard girly shrieks of
laughter, and then the sound of footsteps on the stairs, the volume of
the laughter increasing.
The door burst open and Debbie strode in, "Well my little Pansy sissy,
did you think you were going to win. Don't be ridiculous,! My 'Mummy and
Daddy', hehe, not your Mummy and Daddy have left at my suggestion for a
motel near the airport so that they can catch their flight in the
morning without having to get up too early."
At that moment Tracy walked into the bedroom saying, "Debbie, I've
called Frank at work and explained that we both have a bad case of food
poisoning and won't be in for a few days, he said it was inconvenient
but added that for me to call at 2 am meant it must be serious and
thanked me for letting him know".
"Now Sissy, what are we going to do with you? Tracy just wants to beat
you senseless for cumming on her face but mostly for thinking that you
had any control over your future. Believe me, you don't."
"What might be better is that we set you up with a date Sissy, a guy who
could fully appreciate your talents and take full advantage of them."
"As it's late I think we should go to bed Tracy don't you? And as for
our little sissy I think she can spend the night licking us out, don't
you honey?"
"Yes my sweet sister, that is a fabulous idea."
"Pansy! Put your heels on, then you can go and get your collar and
lead., We want to be able to exercise total control over you whilst you
are servicing us." Said Tracy. "Your Mistress Debbie was very impressed
with your tongueing technique earlier today and I want to experience
some of it for myself. Now! What do you say, you fucking slut"
"Yes, Mistress Tracy. Thank you Mistress Tracy." Pansy uttered
dejectedly, knowing that he was back in slave mode.
"Oh, and before you go, Pansy, put these on." Said Debbie holding her
hand out.
He took from her a black lacy bra and panties, his breast forms and a
thin black smooth silky baby doll nightie.
"Oh yes, and Pansy!" Said Tracy, "You can put this on too." And she
handed him a beautiful blond wig in a bob style. "This will do until
your hair grows out a little more, and we can get it styled." Then the
two girls giggled in unison, hands over mouths, like two naughty
children.
Pansy dressed in all of the items of clothing he had been handed,
fastened the thin ankle straps on his high heels and wobbled uneasily
down the stairs to fetch 'his' collar and lead. He had to admire the way
that the two girls had manipulated the situation to their own ends. He
was still reeling in shock over the fact that he had suddenly been
orphaned: He was no longer, and never had been a member of the family he
had always thought of as his own.
When he returned to the bedroom the two girls were lying, completely
naked, at the foot of the bed with their legs hanging over the end. He
could feel his cock stirring in his chastity device and the sharp stab
of the points, as his half hard member came into contact with them,
sending it into a rapid retreat. He knelt down before them at the foot
of the bed.
Debbie sat up, and while fitting his collar said to Pansy, "you must put
your make up on Pansy, before you can serve your Mistresses, we can't
have a half-hearted excuse for a sissy pleasuring us, can we. You'll
find all you need on the dressing table." She then clipped the dog lead
to one of the D rings in the collar and said. "Go on, now, get on with
it. Mistress Tracy and I are waiting for your tongue to pleasure us."
He went to the dressing table with his dog lead trailing behind him and
found that an array of makeup had been set out. Sitting down at the
table he applied three coats of glue on his eyebrows, followed by heavy
panstick cover. To his face and neck he applied three coats of
foundation, and to provide highlights, he brushed pure white foundation
above and below his eyes and in a line down the centre of his nose, then
painted a thick black line all around his eyes. Pansy then took a dark
grey, almost black, eyeshadow and applied it to his eyelids and swept it
outwards to a point. With the same eyeshadow he applied it below his
eyes in a band about 1/4 of an inch wide and sweeping outwards to a
point. He then painted on his eyebrows thin and black and arched about
1/2 an inch above his natural eyebrow position. He filled in between his
eyelid crease and his eyebrows with a white pearly eyeshadow. Finally he
applied the false eyelashes they had left out for him, the upper ones
about 1 ? inches long, regular style and black, and the lower lashes
about ? an inch long and spikey.
For his lips he drew a deep red outline, following but just outside his
natural lip line, and filled in with a cherry red high gloss lipstick.
He applied a little of the dark eyeshadow to the line of his cheekbones
to produce the illusion of a shadow, and a little smudge of lipstick to
his cheeks as a blusher.
Taking the bottle of nail polish remover and some cotton buds Pansy
carefully removed the electric blue nail polish that he had been wearing
all day. When he was satisfied that his nails were completely clean he
applied two coats of a cherry red nail polish that matched his lips, and
a final coat of clear high gloss nail polish.
During all of this Debbie and Tracy had been laying with their eyes
closed at the foot of the bed occasionally glancing in his direction to
check progress. As soon as his nails were dry Debbie said. "Get over
here now sissy and pleasure Mistress Tracy."
Pansy lifted himself from the stool, teetered over to the bed, and after
handing Debbie his leash, knelt between Tracy's legs. He placed his
hands with his freshly painted cherry red three inch long nails on her
thighs and began licking her vaginal lips. As with Debbie, Tracy was
completely smooth, and if he hadn't have known differently she could
just as easily have been Debbie; they were identical. She was really
hot, and immediately began groaning. Whatever he was doing he must have
been doing it right, because Tracy was oozing sex. Her hips began
writhing and twisting and he was struggling to keep his mouth in place
over her womanhood. He slid his tongue in and out and up and down,
pressing down hard on her clitoris, then releasing the pressure, then
re-applying it. He had his mouth over her now, completely, and was
giving her the best tongue job, he was sure, that she had ever
experienced. Her juices were squirting into his mouth in what seemed
like pints. It was pumping spasmodically in uncontrollable spurts,
jetting straight into his mouth, and he was getting to drink it all,
swallowing the tangy fluid straight down his throat. She was groaning
and writhing in obvious ecstasy, her hips jerking and thrusting
uncontrollably, her voice shrieking and screaming, her sex pumping and
pulsing. Then, all of a sudden, it was over. Tracy let out one final
loud shriek whilst pressing herself hard against Pansy's mouth, then
collapsed back onto the bed with her eyes closed and a sweet satisfied
smile on her face. She reached down, and placing the palm of her hand on
his forehead, gently pushed him away. He rolled back to an upright
kneeling position.
During all of this he had been oblivious as to what Debbie had been
doing, and when he focussed on her he saw that she was laying on her
side facing them, with her head resting on one hand, her other hand
between her legs with her fingers sliding up and down over her sex,
wearing a big smile.
"Well, Pansy," said Debbie, looking at him and playfully tugging on his
leash, "I have to say that I am pleased with you, you have made my
sister happy and that makes me happy. Now, go and fix your makeup and
let's all get some sleep."
Pansy went to the dressing table and fixed his face, re-applied his
lipstick then went back to the bed, standing over the two girls.
Debbie shook Tracy gently and said, "come on sweet, sleepy time, move up
the bed and get yourself comfortable." Tracy complied, sleepily dragging
herself up the bed until her head was on the pillow.
Debbie then slid up the bed next to her sister, and looking at Pansy
said. "Well Pansy, you've been a good little sissy tonight and so I
think you can sleep with us. Climb in between us and lie on your back,
but you must stay on your back so that you don't spoil your pretty
makeup."
Pansy did as he was told and lay on his back between the two girls, his
penis repeatedly stiffening and then being forced back by the spikes in
the painful chastity device. They both turned on their sides to face
him, then, to add to his pain and frustration Debbie placed her hand on
his panty clad sheathed manhood, and Tracy found a place for her hand
around his balls, gently stroking them through his lacy panties and
groaning softly to herself.
Debbie and Tracy said, almost in unison. "Nighty night, Pansy." And went
straight to sleep.
Pansy lay on his back between the two totally naked girls, their hands
resting on his manhood, unable to do a thing to satisfy himself. He
spent a very restless night gazing at the ceiling in utter frustration,
wondering what they had in store for him next.
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