Uncle Roger Part 2
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I was an awkward teenager - skinny, shy, and a bit geeky. I had friends,
but not many, and any thoughts of having a girlfriend were in the realms
of pure fantasy. I spent my spare time playing computer games and
listening to heavy metal. I would avoid eye contact with most people,
looking at my feet, hiding behind my long hair which would cover most of
my face.
You may think that this sounds like a description of a typical nerdy
teenage boy, but I was different in one way. One thing set me apart from
the other misfits. I had a secret interest in women's clothing. Whenever
I was left in the house alone, I would sneak into my mother's and
sister's rooms, and carefully go through their clothes. I would select
the sexiest items I could find - my mum had sexier lingerie, but my
sister had nicer skirts, tops, and dresses. I'd try on different
outfits, and even experiment with makeup and jewelry. Luckily such
occasions were quite frequent... my mother worked late once a week, and
my father almost always got home late. My sister had started university,
and would only come home on the occasional weekend.
Sometimes I would take one or two items of underwear back to my room and
keep them there for a while, but this was highly risky. I could only
take things which I thought wouldn't be noticed for a couple of days. At
night I would put them on, and lie there in bed, enjoying the feminine
feel of the underwear - sometimes just a bra and panties, sometimes
tights or stockings too. I wasn't quite sure why I liked women's
clothing so much, and I don't recall fantasizing about anything in
particular. I think I attributed it to the fact that I couldn't get a
girlfriend, and this was the closest I could get to the touch of a
female - but in all honesty I was becoming addicted to the sensual feel
of the clothes. I would always try to replace the items as quickly as I
could. Sometimes I would wash them and return them to their rightful
place, other times I would just put them in the laundry and hope that
nobody would realise.
But one time, I was not careful enough. I had got complacent, taken too
many things, and kept them in my room for too long. I arrived home from
school one afternoon, and the moment my mother summoned me into the
kitchen, I knew that I'd screwed up, and that things could never be the
same again.
"Jamie! Come into the Kitchen!"
"Coming Mum," I called.
"Sit down. I was cleaning your room earlier and putting some of your
clothes away, and I found some of my things in your drawer. Would you
care to explain?"
"What things?" I replied, as I foolishly tried to deny the whole thing.
"I don't know what you mean!"
"I'm sure you know exactly what I mean! A pair of knickers, a bra, a
silk camisole, and a pair of stockings. Why did you take them? What were
you doing with them? Were you thinking of trying them on?"
"NO! No, of course not. I don't know... I don't know what they were
doing in there."
"Stop lying to me, Jamie. You clearly cannot be trusted. Taking other
people's property is theft... so you're obviously a thief and a liar.
How can we ever leave you alone in this house again?"
I didn't know what to say in response. Lying was pointless, but the
truth was unbearably humiliating. I sat there in silence, embarrassed
and ashamed.
"From now on, you are never to enter another bedroom without permission.
And tomorrow afternoon after school, you must go straight to Uncle
Roger's house after work. I've already called him, he's happy to
supervise you and make sure you do your homework."
"But Mum!! Uncle Roger HATES me!"
"No he doesn't, don't be so silly. Besides, you cannot be left alone.
And I am confiscating your stereo, computer, and TV until further
notice. You can spend your time thinking about how you have betrayed our
trust."
"Please don't tell the others, Mum. I don't want Dad or Nicole finding
out."
"OK... I won't tell them the details, on the condition that you behave
yourself. That means helping with the household chores, always doing
your homework on time, and never helping yourself to anyone else's
things. And you must go to Uncle Roger's after school on Wednesdays when
I'm working. Understood?"
"Yes Mum."
I felt completely devastated - I would have been more than happy for the
ground to open up and swallow me. I headed upstairs to my room, shut the
door, and got out my homework - but I couldn't concentrate on anything
except my own despair. I put my head in my hands and cried, my long wavy
hair tumbling onto my desk.
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The next day at school went quickly. The end-of-day bell was usually a
huge relief, but not today.
I was absolutely dreading going to Uncle Roger's place. He was a mean
old man, recently retired and in his late fifties, tall and lean with
piercing eyes. I couldn't remember ever seeing him smile. He had been
the deputy headmaster at my school until recently, and I had taken a lot
of grief from the other kids over this fact. His retirement came as a
great relief, but even now, I saw him as an authority figure rather than
family.
I had been walking to his house as slowly as possible, but still found
myself approaching my uncle's front door rather sooner than I'd hoped.
It was quite a large house, smart and modern, with a BMW parked on the
drive. The house was undoubtedly bigger than he needed - his wife had
passed away several years ago, and his daughter had grown up and left
home. I arrived at his house, slowly approached the door, and rang the
bell.
"Come in, Jamie," he said abruptly. I walked through the door, and he
followed me with his intense dark eyes. "You can come through to the
dining room and do your homework there. Your mother told me that there
is to be no television, just hard work and study until she comes to pick
you up."
"But Uncle Roger, that's almost 4 hours!"
"Don't worry - if you finish your homework, I have plenty of extra work
prepared. I'll be here to make sure you work hard and behave yourself.
I'm here as your teacher, not your uncle, so you should call me 'sir'.
Is that understood?"
"Are you serious?"
I felt those piercing eyes stare at me again, and and a look of anger
covered his face. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist, twisting it painfully.
"Don't you dare answer back! You don't want me telling your mother. And
I always have my old cane... it tends to be very effective on naughty
boys and girls."
"Sorry sir."
"Better. Now, what homework do you have?"
"Maths and English, sir."
"Good. Start on your Maths immediately. If you are thirsty you may help
yourself to water. Come and find me when you have finished your maths,
so I can check that you have completed it. I will be in my study."
The maths homework was simple trigonometry, I could have finished it in
10 minutes. I dragged it out to 30 minutes, but after I could delay it
for no longer, I took my work over to Uncle Roger's study. I gently
knocked on the door, and he told me to come in.
"I've finished my maths, sir," I said, handing him my exercise book.
"Good." He briefly looked over my answers, nodding to himself. He looked
at me for a few seconds, as if he were studying me.
"You know, I know why you're here," he told me. "Your mother told me
what you did."
"But... She promised she wouldn't tell anybody!"
"She's worried about you. She doesn't understand why you did it, and she
feels she can no longer trust you. So why did you do it? How long has
this been going on for?"
"Nothing's going on!"
"Your mother's right, you are a liar! Do you like dressing as a girl? Do
you secretly want to be a girl?"
"No, of course not. I didn't wear those clothes."
"Oh come on, stop lying! So why do you have long hair? You look like a
damn sissy for christs sake!"
"That has nothing to do with it."
"Why then? If you'd just admit what you did, then your mother might be
able to help. As it is, your constant lies mean that neither your mother
or I can trust a word you say. YOu have no idea how much anxiety your
selfishness has caused. You obviously need to be taught a lesson. Come
with me."
He grabbed my ear and yanked it hard, forcing me to follow him. He led
me upstairs and into a small bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a school
uniform. A girl's uniform. Grey skirt, white blouse, cardigan, and knee
length white socks.
"If you like girls clothes so much, then you can damn well wear them.
This uniform belonged to my daughter. But you're skinny, so I'm sure it
will fit. I also got these - you should thank me, I bought them this
morning, just for you."
He picked up a small Marks and Spencers bag, and took out a pair of
white panties and a matching bra.
"I... I can't," I stammered.
"Oh yes, you can and you will. You will do exactly what I say. Otherwise
I will tell your mother that I found you up here, going through my
daughter's old clothes."
"But that's not true! It's a lie!"
"Given your track record, who is your mother going to believe? So let's
make a deal. Do what you're told, accept your punishment, and your
mother won't find out that you've been up to your old tricks. Come back
to my study when you're ready. And leave your own clothes on the
chair... folded neatly, please."
I knew what he was doing - this was his attempt at aversion therapy! I
was in a complete mess, and could see no way out. I picked up the
underwear - I had to admit to myself that it was nice. Silky off-white
material, subtly frilly and very feminine. The bra was padded
generously... under other circumstances I would have loved to try them
on, but not here, not now... not for Uncle Roger's nasty little game!
But I had no choice. I shut the door, and slowly took off my own
clothes, until I stood naked in the bedroom.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I looked skinny and rather
pathetic. I had only a little hair on my legs and chest, and no muscle
definition. Some of the guys at school looked like grown men already,
but I seemed to be lagging several years behind. I picked up the
panties. Slowly I put them onto one leg, and then the other. I pulled
then up around my waist. Next the bra... I knew what I was doing with
these by now. The padded cups stood proud of my chest, and it occurred
to me that the underwear fitted very well indeed. Uncle Roger knew what
he was doing.
I picked up the blouse, and put my arms through the sleeves. I started
fastening the buttons - it was quite tight, but I got it on without
difficulty. You could just about make out the outline of the bra through
the fabric, and the padding ensured that both cups were visibly
protruding. I pulled on the skirt, and fastened the rear zip. It was a
gray pleated skirt which came to just above the knee. I pulled on the
socks one by one, pulling them up as high as possible, eager to cover as
much flesh as I could. Finally, I put on the cardigan, fastening the
buttons to try to hide the bra.
I didn't want to go downstairs to face Uncle Roger - but could think of
no alternative. I couldn't run the risk of getting into more trouble
with my mum, and I certainly couldn't risk her telling my father. Why
was he doing this? He'd never shown any sort of interest in me before,
so Why was he intent on bullying and completely humiliating me? I sat on
the bed and started to cry.
I did my best to pull myself together, and headed back down the stairs
to Roger's study. I stood outside the door for several minutes, too
terrified to knock. Nobody has ever seen me dressed like this. I felt so
vulnerable. Eventually I knocked twice on the door, and entered.
"At last... what took so long? Let me see you. Turn around for me." I
did as instructed, turning around slowly, as his eyes remained focussed
on me. "Very good, you can do as you're told! Keep this up, and things
will be easier for both of us. I'm glad the clothes fit, but you still
look quite boyish. Stay still for two minutes."
He opened his desk drawer, and took out two white ribbons and a hair
brush. He walked behind me, and started brushing my hair. I was not at
all comfortable with this intimacy, but I stood still and tolerated it.
He separated my hair into two bunches, tying a ribbon in a bow around
each bunch, while occasionally chuckling to himself. He walked round to
face me, and unbuttoned my cardigan, revealing the outline of the bra
and the bumps on my chest, beneath the tight shirt.
"Now we're getting there. Have you used makeup before?"
"No, of course not! Why would I?"
"Well I don't believe you. I'm willing to bet that you've worn makeup
several times. Here... I confiscated these from some girls at school a
couple of years ago, shortly before I retired. Let's see if you know
what to do with them."
He opened his desk drawer again, and handed me a powder compact and a
pink lipstick.
I opened the compact to find a small mirror in the lid, and holiding it
with my left hand, reluctantly applied the powder around my face as best
as I could. Next came the lipstick. My hands were shaking, but I did my
best, applying it as neatly as I could to my lips. I instinctively
pursed my lips to even out the lipstick, but realised instantly that I
had given the game away.
"Never worn makeup before, eh?" For a second I thought he almost smiled.
"Why bother continuing to lie when the truth is so obvious? Anyway, you
look much better now with the makeup on. And the uniform fits you
nicely. So, do you like the underwear I got for you? I still haven't
heard you thank me."
"I prefer my own clothes."
"Oh, really? I was under the impression you like pretty lingerie. Go on,
thank me. Thank me for the pretty underwear I bought for you."
"Please sir... can I just finish my homework?"
"Only after you have found your manners."
"Thanks," I said, eyes pointed at my feet, too ashamed to look at him.
"What for?"
"Thanks for the underwear."
"Say it properly."
"Thank you sir for the pretty underwear."
"That's better. You're very welcome, I'm glad you like them. Good girl."
I looked up in shock. Had I heard that correctly? Good girl?
"Well what do you want me to say? Good boy? Well done Jamie? You don't
look like a Jamie, you don't even look like a boy. You are dressed as a
girl, so that is how you will be treated. Now you may go back to the
dining room and start on your English homework."
"Yes sir," I replied, as I trudged away.
"And try to walk more elegantly. Legs together. One foot in front of the
other. If I see you walking like a boy again, I will smack your bottom!"
I walked into the dining room as elegantly as I could, and sat down to
continue my homework. I just had to read one chapter of King Lear, and
write a one page summary. I tried to focus on the work and forget about
my situation. I read the chapter slowly, taking over an hour to complete
it. I had only written about half of the summary when Roger returned to
check on me.
"Have you finished your homework, girl? Let me see."
"No sir. I've only just started the write-up."
"Why so slow? Good girls shouldn't take this long to do a simple
assignment! I could make you finish your essay. But frankly I don't
believe this book is suitable for you. I have something else in mind,
which I think will prove to be much more educational."
He went back into his study to find the book. I looked at the clock.
7:30pm. I just had to read Roger's book for half an hour, then I could
get out of here. I could convince my mother that I've learned my
lesson... show her how sorry I am... and then everything should be back
to normal.
Roger returned and handed me the book - it wasn't one I was familiar
with. 'Searching for Alberta' appeared to be the kind of teen novel that
adults thought we ought to like. But Roger had a specific passage in
mind.
"Turn to page 64. Start reading aloud at the start of the second
paragraph. Nice and clearly. Not too fast."
"Yes sir," I said, turning to page 64 as instructed. I read a few words
silently, and looked in horror.
"I said read it out loud! Come on, start reading it to me!"
"OK..."
Mike turned to Laura and whispered to her, "Have you ever given a blow
job?"
"Er, that was out of the blue," she replied.
"What do you mean?"
"You know... out of the blue. Unexpected. Why mention it now?"
"Oh, just thinking. Have you? Don't be shy?"
"No," Laura said. "I never have."
"Think it might be fun?"
"Um, I guess."
"No pressure, just try it baby. See if you like it," and they kissed
again. And then,
Mike unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers a little. He took
Laura's shaking hand, and brought it down towards him. She reached in
and took out his penis.
"Wow," she said.
"What?"
Laura looked up at Mike without moving her head. "It's not how I
expected. It's... really big."
Mike smiled, obviously happy with the compliment. Laura wrapped her hand
round it, and took it into her mouth. But she was very still, hardly
moving. She knew she was supposed to do something, but she didn't know
what. Mike could feel her nervousness.
"Just move your head up and down a little," Mike said to Laura. "If you
choke, pause for a breath. It's Ok baby. It's perfectly natural.
Everybody does it."
Mike gently put his hands on Laura's head, encouraging her to bob slowly
up and down, eventually taking him fully into her mouth. Laura began to
relax and lose her inhibitions, as Mike eventually came to a climax,
fists clenched and body shaking.
This was brand new territory for Laura, and afterwards she felt
embarrassed as the nerves returned to her. But Mike put a reassuring arm
around her, and the two embraced once more."
"You may stop there. Did you like that passage? How did it make you
feel?"
However embarrassed 'Laura' had felt, I can assure you, I felt ten times
worse.
"Er... very awkward. It's not the kind of thing I'd usually read."
"I think it's rather touching," said Roger. A girl's first sexual
experience, when she's fragile, delicate, and innocent."
"I... I guess so." I was freaked out, and I knew that he must have been
getting a perverse pleasure from forcing me to read this. This wasn't
simple aversion therapy... Roger was getting a kick out of this.
"It's true, though. Oral sex is very natural. And it's important for a
girl to know how to please a man, even if she's a little bit scared at
first. What do you think? Do you think that it might be fun? Would you
enjoy it, as Laura did?"
"I'm not gay! I'm never going to do that... that stuff!"
"You mother tells me you've never had a girlfriend - not even any
interest in girls, apparently. But you like wearing girl's clothes. What
should I deduce from that?"
"You've got it totally wrong," I cried, throwing the book to the floor.
"Behave yourself young lady! Pull yourself together. Now - I have some
extra homework for you. You will memorise the following tasks. First,
practise walking and sitting like a girl. Elegantly, with your legs
together. Second, practise putting on lipstick and eyeliner. Third, next
time I see you, ensure you are clean shaven - not just your face, your
whole body. And finally, think of a girl's name for yourself. After all,
I can't call you Jamie when you look as pretty as this!"
"But I don't have any makeup. And Mum won't leave me alone in the
house."
"Then you will buy some. The lipstick can be any colour you choose. But
if I were you, I'd be careful your Mother doesn't find out! Here, this
should help." He handed me a ten pound note.
"I can't just walk into a shop and buy makeup! What will they think?"
"Frankly I don't care. You can do it, and you will. Take these tasks
seriously. I will not hesitate to punish you if you disappoint me - and
remember that I can always tell your mother what you got up to here."
"I didn't 'get up to' anything, I only did what you told me!"
"Your word against mine. And your mother knows you're a liar."
"This is blackmail!"
"No. This is your punishment. Now - you have fifteen minutes to change
back to your boy's clothes, and wash off your makeup. I suggest you
hurry."
"Yes sir," I replied, eager for this humiliating episode to end, and
started to scurry off.
"Stop! What did I tell you about walking? Hmm?"
"Sorry sir, I was just trying to hurry."
"What did I tell you?"
"To walk elegantly, like a girl, sir."
"That's right. And what did I say I would do if I saw you walking like a
boy?"
"Please sir, I was just trying to hurry up, as my mother is coming very
soon!"
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up onto my feet. Then roughly bent me
over the table, pushing my head down against the surface. With his other
hand, he delivered 5 slaps to my bottom. It was not painful, but it was
utterly humiliating. To think that this man had so much power over me,
that he could treat me this way. Not only was he much stronger
physically, he knew that he had me over a barrel, and that I couldn't
afford to disobey him. After the last slap, his hand lingered on my
bottom. Slowly he moved his hand under my skirt, gently stroking my
buttocks through my panties.
"Next time, it will be your bare bottom. And if there's another time, it
will be the cane or my belt. So I suggest you practice your walking
carefully, so such measures will not be necessary. And remember, what
goes on in here is our secret, it's your word against mine. Now go."
I felt sick, angry, and violated as I walked carefully out of the dining
room and up the stairs. I went into the small bedroom and took off the
clothes as quickly as I could, and tore the ribbons out of my hair. I
pulled my own clothes back on, and swore to myself that I would never
wear women's clothes again.
I went into the bathroom to wash off my makeup. It wasn't heavy, but I
scrubbed at my face with soap and warm water, hoping I could wash away
every trace of what had happened today. I heard the doorbell ring. It
must be my mum, I thought. Time to go home. It's over.
"I do hope he wasn't too much trouble," my mother said to Roger. "He's
just been acting so strangely recently."
"Oh, it's no bother," he replied. "He was a bit difficult at first, gave
me a bit of back chat."
"Oh no. I'm so sorry."
"He soon settled down to his work though. And I've given him some extra
homework to keep him busy. I think he's just going through a few...
problems right now."
"Oh thank you so much, I don't know how to thank you. Ah... here he is.
Hurry up Jamie - get into the car at once."
"Goodbye Jamie," said Roger. "I look forward to seeing your homework
next week."
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"What did you do at Uncle Roger's?" mum asked me as we drove home.
"Not much... just homework. He was mean to me though, mum. I told you he
doesn't like me. Please don't make me go again. I'll be good, I'll stay
in my room and study."
"No Jamie, you know I can't leave you on your own. Not after what you've
done."
"I'm really sorry for everything I've done. Please... you can trust me
from now on."
"Enough! I've had enough of this! I'm tired, I've had a long day, I
don't need your moaning and self pity. You will return to Uncle Roger's
next week when I'm working. If you can behave yourself, study hard, and
help with the chores, then we'll see how it goes after that."
"I really have to go next week?"
"I said that's enough! When we get home, you will go straight to bed. I
don't want to see you again tonight."
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