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St. Patrick's Day
By Cheryl Lynn
This is a continuation of my "EVE" stories and should be read first in
order to make any since of the plot. It is a forced
feminization/humiliation story not for the sensitive reader. All rights
and disclaimers apply. It may be downloaded for personal use only.
Author may be contacted at [email protected].
St. Patrick's Day
Harold sat in front of the mirror bemoaning his fate. His Mother had
done it to him again and for some reason he couldn't argue with her. It
was St. Patrick's Day and he was going to be marching in the parade. He
hated holidays and especially wearing his Mother's costumes. Today he
was wearing forest green velvet short-shorts with emerald green satin
cuffs and matching suspenders. The shirt, actually a blouse, was emerald
green with a high pointed collar and billowing long sleeves. A forest
green chiffon scarf was tied into a bow at the collar. Emerald green
knee high stockings with matching satin bows attached to the welt and
forest green pointed satin pumps with a three inch stacked heel
completed his dressing.
Thanks to Doctor Vitner's therapy sessions and motivational CD's, he was
blissfully unaware that he was wearing lime green nylon hip hugger
panties, girdle, camisole and training bra. That would have been fine if
he had been a girl but he was a nineteen year old boy. It was Doctor
Vitner's handiwork that made him think of them as everyday normal wear.
Another addition the good doctor added at their last session and one he
had a very difficult time ignoring was the stainless steel chastity she
had him locked in. He had been totally mortified when Doctor Vitner took
his tiny wiener and forced it into an even smaller steel tube. He had
been extremely upset as the lock clicked shut but the doctor completely
ignored him. She explained it to his Mother by telling her it was his
penis that kept getting him into trouble. Temporary enforced chastity
was for his own good.
"By hiding it away and preventing access, it will calm him down. You'll
see Mrs. Jacobs. He'll stop complaining about it and you will see his
attitude become more docile. I have some pills I want him to take and
they will help too. I know you can't afford expensive prescriptions so I
will keep you supplied at no cost. Just give him two tablets each
morning and evening with his meals," she had instructed.
The clothing didn't bother him as much as what his Mother did to his
head. His long hair had been set in tubular sausage curls, his bangs in
curli-cues and a large fluffy chiffon powder puff with emerald green
streamers falling to the shoulders pinned to the back.
To compliment his hair style, she plastered his face with cosmetics.
Three shades of green eye shadow flecked with sparkles decorated his
lids. Extra long false eye lashes were glued on as well. A scattering of
black freckles made by an eye brow pencil were strategically placed on
his cheeks. His lips drawn in a Cupid's bow with bright red lip liner
and filled in with a rich creamy hot pink lipstick.
He hoped that this holiday wouldn't end like the last one-Valentine day.
He'd had a hell of a time explaining the dress and smeared makeup. He
tried his best not to tell her about George but spilled everything about
his date when she pointed out the hickies on his neck.
"Yes Mom, I went out on a date with a boy to the Valentine's party. No,
Mom, believe me, it wasn't my idea. Gwendolyn did all this to me. She
even set me up with George. I didn't have any idea what was going to
happen but it did. No, Mom, really, I tried to get out of it but she
wouldn't let me," he was forced to explain.
"You mean to tell me that a mere school girl forced you to put on a
dress, cosmetics and go out with a boy? Do you know just how silly that
sounds? No, you don't have to answer. I already know from all your other
little escapades since Halloween. Harold, I really don't want to hear
any more excuses for your behavior. Now, go on up to bed. It's late and
don't forget to remove your makeup," she replied.
At his next session with Dr. Vitner Harold tearfully explained
everything that had happened Valentines Day after showing her that he
was wearing panties, girdle, bra and camisole. To his surprise she asked
him if he enjoyed dressing up and looking pretty.
"No honest Doctor I didn't like it one bit. I'm a guy after all. Guy's
don't wear dresses and makeup," he stated.
"Harold or should I call you Heather? You did say that you volunteered
that name didn't you. Isn't Heather a girl's name and don't girls wear
dresses and makeup? You also said that George was gay and using your
real name wouldn't have been a problem for him. So, if you didn't enjoy
wearing dresses and makeup, why did you use Heather? By using a feminine
name you were justifying the dress and makeup. You understand that don't
you?" she inquired.
"You have it all wrong Doctor. Gwendolyn asked me if I had a girl's
name. I didn't know what to say and Heather just popped into my mind. So
I told her it was Heather. I didn't want to wear a dress or any of that
other stuff. She forced me to do it," he sniveled.
"Oh dear Harold you have such troubling issues. One last question, did
you enjoy yourself at the party? Now be honest, the party wasn't all
bad, now was it?" she asked.
"N...no not all bad but I still..." he began but was stopped before he could
complete what he was going to say.
"Harold, that's enough. Our time is almost up and I want you to have
this CD. Put it first in the cue with the others that I have given you.
Now please send your Mother in. I'll see you next week," she stated.
"Mrs. Jacobs how are you doing?" she said as Harold's Mother walked in.
"Oh Doctor I don't really know. I'm sure Harold told you about his
dressing and date and I'm not sure exactly how I feel. All I know is
that I think my boy has got to be gay and acting weird. I don't know how
to handle that," she said taking a seat.
"I fully understand. Like I have told you before, Harold is suffering
major gender issues. These occasions where he is dressed as a girl and
dating boys tells me he really wants to be a girl. Girl's date boys so
technically Harold isn't gay. Didn't he tell you his feminine name? No,
well it's Heather. Subconsciously that is how he identifies himself.
Deep inside, Harold is really Heather. I think one more test will prove
to you that you really have a daughter. I want you to replace all his
socks with nylon hosiery and panty hose. Of course with those additions,
he will have to keep his legs shaved. If he doesn't put up a real fuss
after a couple of days then you'll know. When that happens and I'm
confident that it will, we can discuss further changes. I think you
might want to consider the possibilities and advantages of having a
daughter full time. I have another CD for you to listen to. It will help
you to relax even more than the last one," she said.
Lara was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. Harold's penis
jumped in his girdle when she gave him a tight hug and kiss on the
cheek. She was his living wet dream and no matter what she gave him, he
would wear it. He was a little surprised when his Mother asked for some
nylons and garter belts. He breathed a sigh of relief. Nylons and garter
belts didn't sound all that bad considering what she got for him in the
past.
Lara measured his waist and the length of his legs before heading off to
select what was needed. Harold blushed when she gave him another tight
hug and kiss on the tip of his nose. She came back with three very
feminine garter belts and a stack of packages.
The garter belts were all high waist, boned, lace and bow confections.
Once he had his girdle off which took some doing so not to pull down his
panties in the process. She hooked a bright red belt around his waist.
It was at least six inches wide, made of an elasticized satin fabric.
Steel boning was spaced about four inches apart and it pulled in his
waist as much if not a bit more than his girdle. She then showed him how
to thread the six suspenders under his panties. The metal tabs at the
end of the suspenders had pert satin bows covering them.
As she was threading the suspenders under his panties, Harold felt
faint. Her fingers were touching him where no girl had ever touched him
before. When he felt her finger tips brush across his penis, it
immediately hardened. There was no way for him to hide that but Lara
pretended not to notice. She just smiled up at him causing him to go
beet red.
With the garter belt secured, she handed him a package off the stack she
brought with her. The package was a beige cardboard with an open oval
center. Inside was a pair of red nylons with a rose lace welt. As he
sat, she showed him how to roll the stocking up into a donut then how to
knead it up his leg and finally fasten it to the tabs. As she was doing
that his dick became even harder and a small wet spot appeared on his
panties. That embarrassed him even more but Lara positioned herself so
that his Mother didn't see. With the stocking secured, she stood with a
giggle and smile.
"I can tell you really enjoy wearing nylons Harold. Now go ahead and do
the other one. Be careful and make sure you use the tips of your fingers
when smoothing your hose. The last thing you ever want to do is put a
run in your stockings. A run not only makes hosiery look ugly but if you
do it often enough becomes very expensive. It would really help if you
filed your nails on a daily basis," she advised.
They left the shop with Harold wearing the red hosiery and carrying a
bag. The bag contained his white and black garter belts, a dozen pair of
hose and a dozen pair of panty hose. In addition there was two pair of
leggings. One pair of leggings was candy striped and the other plain
black for wearing around the house. He couldn't refuse as they were a
gift from Lara.
School was still school to Harold. It was something he had to put up
with until graduation at the end of the year. Gwendolyn was still his
only friend and he couldn't really tell her to get lost. He still saw
the girls he had met at the dance but they didn't acknowledge him. In a
way that made him feel sad, they only knew Heather. Occasionally he
would see George but he wasn't recognized.
He plodded through his day alone except in study hall were Gwen would
sit with him. After Valentines she was all excited about him getting
with George again but he squashed that. She was the first person to
notice he was wearing hose. Seeing his shocked and frightened face she
told him she thought it was wonderful and loved wearing them herself.
When he asked if it showed that much, she said no but he would have to
be careful.
"It would be better if you sat with your knees and feet together Harold.
That way your pants will keep you covered where no one could really see.
I wouldn't have known if you hadn't sat with your knees spread so much
with your leg over your knee. Sitting that way pulls up the cuffs of
your pants," she said.
Harold immediately decided that he would do what she suggested. No
telling what would happen if anyone else found out he was wearing
hosiery. He had no idea that the vast majority of the kids in school
never noticed him much less cared.
A week later, Gwen asked him if he would consider joining her dance
club. His reply was that he would have to ask his Mother which he had no
intention of doing. Unfortunately on that Friday, she came to pick him
up at school so they could make his doctor's appointment. Gwen was with
him and after saying hi to his Mom asked about him joining her dance
club.
Harold was appalled when his Mother said that she didn't see anything
wrong with that. When the two women looked at him, all he could do was
nod his head. He wanted to refuse but was stuck. During the week
whenever Gwen brought up the subject he avoided it by saying that his
Mom hadn't made a decision. Now he was stuck and would have to join her
dance club.
Of course Gwen was thrilled and told his Mom that he would need a
leotard, tights, ballet shoes and if he wanted, some nylon dancing
shorts. She took him to a nearby store and purchased two pair of black
leotards with long sleeves and high round neckline along with three
black sets of tights. Thankfully, he talked her out of buying the more
feminine costumes and got her to buy him several pairs of thin nylon
dance shorts.
It was during his first Saturday dance club meeting when he was given
the memo about them participating in the up coming St. Patrick's Day
parade. The memo also had a complete description of the required
costume. For his club meeting Harold had his hair tied in a low pony
tail, wore his leotards and tights with the appropriate lingerie. The
tight fitting leotard covered by the thin shorts clearly outlined the
training bra and girdle he was wearing.
When he and his Mother walked into the studio, Gwen greeted them with a
loud squeal and shouted, "Heather you finally made it."
Harold shrugged his shoulders at her outburst. "Damn, she called me
Heather. Well I guess that's not all bad. It would have been humiliating
if everyone teased me about being a boy in a dance class with all these
girls," he thought.
Ooo
Doctor Vitner sat behind her desk with a broad smile. "That last session
with Harold went well. I can't believe he actually joined a girl's dance
club. Let's see, it has been about a month since I got him wearing
hosiery and he has fully accepted that as normal along with all his
other lingerie. I'm still having a difficult time convincing him to date
that George boy though. He definitely has a strong mental block against
gay sex. I think at our next session I will put him in chastity and
prescribe some hormone therapy. The chastity will keep him frustrated
and the hormones will work on his mind set. Not strong enough to really
change him, maybe an "A" cup at most but enough to feminize his mind a
bit. Make it easier for my subliminal messages to do their work. The
hardest part of making a sissy is getting them to have gay sex properly.
You can easily make them do it but making them hate it while incapable
of resisting is the hard part," she thought.
Ooo
"Heather come on or we will be late for the parade," his Mother called
from the living room.
"Why does she have to call me Heather? She knows I hate that name. My
name is effin Harold. Shit, I look like a Heather now that I have to
wear this stupid costume. I guess it would be better if people thought I
was a Heather and not a Harold. I should have never agreed to go to that
dumb dance club," he mumbled as he left the room.
Half way through the parade and Harold was already exhausted. "It's a
cool day but I'm so friggin hot. Nylon feels so cool going on but it
sure retains the heat. Only half way done with this stupid parade and my
feet and calves are killing me. Why does she do this to me? I'm a guy
for heaven's sake so why am I dancing down this friggin street with a
bunch of girls. I guess I should be happy she didn't make me wear those
fishnet stockings some of them are wearing. Oh crap here we go again,
one, two steps forward, curtsey, do a turn, step back one, two and wave.
These green satin opera length gloves are so friggin hot. Damn that
Gwendolyn! Why did she have to mention this dancing club to Mom? Why did
she have to get me involved? If she weren't my only friend, I would have
flipped her off and told her exactly where she could put this dance club
idea," he thought as the parade began moving.
The parade was finally near its end. Harold could see the floats up
ahead unloading. "I can't wait to sit down in the shade somewhere with
something cold and wet to drink. I'm dying of thirst here," his thoughts
were interrupted when Gwendolyn bumped his arm.
"Heather I have a surprise for you. Bet you can't guess what," she said.
"Gwen, look I'm hot, tired and really thirsty. I'm not in the mood to
play guessing games. What is it?" he tersely said.
"Oh come on don't be a spoil sport. George and Jeremy are waiting for
us. I think I heard Jeremy say he was going to have some beer in the
cooler. I could use a drink myself. Now, if you want me to be your BGFF,
be nice," she responded.
Sure enough George and Jeremy were waiting. As soon as they saw the
girls, they hurried over. George grabbed Harold around his waist and
pulled them close before kissing him full on the lips. Harold jerked his
head back but couldn't break George's grip on his waist. As he squirmed
in George's arms he caught sight of his Mother standing off to the side
with a crooked smile. She just gave him a little wave and disappeared
back into the crowd.
"Oh crap! Now she's really going to think I'm a friggin queer," he
thought before telling George to put him down.
Harold didn't have to be asked twice if he wanted a beer. He was dried
to the bone and quickly chugged the cold beer as they walked to Jeremy's
car. He was stuck in the back seat with George sitting close beside him
with George's arm wrapped around his shoulders. It didn't take George
long before he grabbed Harold by the chin, turned his face to him and
planting another tongue thrusting kiss. Harold was left gasping as
George backed away but not before placing Harold's hand on his crotch.
"Look sweet heart, I haven't seen you since Valentines. Can't you tell
how much I've missed you," George said. Harold tried to pull his hand
free but it was held too tightly. He could feel George's fat cock jump
at the contact with his palm. He knew all too well how much he was
missed.
"George, please not here not now," Harold whimpered.
"Okay Babe we'll save it for later," George replied smugly.
"Where are we going?" Harold asked as he saw they were leaving town.
"It's a beautiful day for March and we thought the lake would be a nice
place for a picnic" Jeremy responded. Hearing that, Harold gulped then
finished off his second beer. As he expected Jeremy pulled into a wooded
secluded spot on the lake. It didn't take the guys long to set up their
picnic area and have a small fire going.
"Damn it Gwen you could have given me some warning," he whispered loudly
as they watched the guys building the fire.
"Sorry sweetie but you and George really needed to get together again.
He hasn't stopped talking about you since the dance. Would you have
rather he just showed up at your house? No, this is much better. So
relax, have a beer and enjoy the view. Isn't this just a lovely spot my
Jeremy picked out for our picnic?" she whispered back.
Two more beers later and Harold's head was buzzing. Walking six miles in
the hot sun and drinking beer didn't go well together. The hot dog
George had cooked for him helped but his head was still swimming.
Holding his fifth beer Harold allowed George to walk him into the nearby
trees. The beer fell from his hand when George pressed him up against a
tree and began kissing him passionately. A lot of tongue and spit were
transferred back and forth before Harold could break free.
Harold stood on shaking weak legs staring at George. Some how during all
that kissing his shorts had been unbuttoned and unzipped. His blouse was
also unbuttoned revealing his green bra. George still had one hand on
Harold's right breast squeezing the flesh. He was going to object but
before he could utter a word, George was kissing him again while pushing
the bra up. George slowly moved his kisses down Harold's neck, across
his shoulders and settling on the right nipple.
Harold was helpless to resist. Between the beer and the strange
sensations running up and down his spine the best he could do was moan.
The kisses left his tingling nipple and traveled down his stomach, a
tongue played with his navel for a moment or two before moving further
down. Harold was surprised at himself for actually enjoying the
sensations caused by George's attention.
"What the shit is this!" George exclaimed as he discovered Harold's
chastity device.
"M....my doctor put me in that. Sh...she said it...it was for my..my
protection," he fearfully replied.
"Stuck in a chastity belt, I never heard of such a thing for a guy. What
the hell, doctor's orders you say. Well I can still get some pleasure
out of this," he said turning Harold away from him.
"What are you doing....naaaauuuuugggghhhhh...please..." Harold screamed as he
felt George pressing up against him.
"I was going to get your rocks off first but it looks like I'm going to
be the one to do it first. What the fuck! You got a fuckin trash stamp.
I like," George grunted as he pressed the head of his dick against the
rosebud.
Harold could barely walk as they made there way back to the campfire. At
the moment all he wanted to do was get something to wash the taste out
of his mouth. George had taken full advantage and did Harold twice more
between blow jobs. When he was entered for the second time, Harold
experienced something new. His own penis was locked away but it didn't
stop him from cumming. It wasn't a gut wrenching explosion like he was
use to. It was more like a long drawn out discharge and pleasurable.
George had a big grin while Harold was near tears as they sat back down
on the blanket. Across from them Jeremy and Gwen had very satisfied
smiles on their faces.
As they were driving back into town Jeremy asked Heather if he was still
going to transfer to their school next week before the start of the next
period. Harold still dazed and a little drunk simply nodded his head. He
was too exhausted mentally and physically to say anything.
Back at his house, George walked him, actually holding him upright, to
the door. There he gave Harold another long lingering French kiss. As
they were kissing, the door opened.
"Ahhhh, hello you must be Heather's Aunt. I'm George. Sorry about
Heather here. She's had a bit too much," he said handing Harold over to
his Mother. After giving her a brief crooked smile, he turned and fled
back to the safety of the car. Most Mothers or Aunts for that matter he
knew didn't take kindly to boys who brought their girls home drunk.
Harold with his Mother's help made it into the bathroom where he quickly
threw up whatever was in his stomach. When the dry heaves subsided, he
dropped his shorts and panties, sat on the toilet and peed. As the urine
drained he could feel other liquids leaking out of his bottom. He was
too miserable to care until he looked up and saw his Mother watching.
"OMG! She knows what I did," he thought in misery. His Mother didn't say
a single word as she helped clean him up and put him into bed. As his
head hit the pillow he knew he had a lot, a whole lot of explaining to
do in the morning.
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