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Chrissy's New Life Part 3
"I'm afraid we have a slight problem, dear," spoke Aunt Mary. Somehow
your suitcase didn't make it into the car when we left the Academy. I've
called the school, but there's no answer"
"Oh, that's right, I don't remember putting it in the trunk; it must be
still there in the driveway, I said as I tried to slide deeper beneath
the bubbles. "I guess I will just have to wear what I came in; it's no
problem"; "I'm afraid I already sent your clothes to the laundry",
Carolyn volunteered.
"I'm sure we can find something for you to wear, dear. Here, Carolyn
will shampoo your hair and I'll look for something. You needn't worry
your little head."
Although I was embarrassed by the presence of the two ladies in the bath
in such unfamiliar surroundings I didn't dare refuse the kindness of my
host. I covered myself beneath the suds and sat quietly while Carolyn
soaped my back and scrubbed me with a soft brush. I hadn't been "given"
a bath since early childhood. Despite my confused state, Carolyn's
efforts were pleasurable. As she knelt at the side of the tub and began
lathering my scalp, my eyes were drawn again and again to the low cut
neckline of her uniform. Carolyn was well endowed in that department,
and peeking through the sudsy lather, I watched intently as her cleavage
shook so closely to my face. Taking the hand sprayer, she rinsed the
soap from my hair, running her beautifully manicured fingers through my
curls. Retrieving a fluffy pink towel from the cabinet, she held it out
and motioned me out of the tub.
"Don't be embarrassed, dear," she said with a grin. I do have brothers,
you know."
I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it tightly around myself as I
stepped from the tub. Carolyn had already taken another and began to
vigorously dry my hair. She then wrapped the towel about my head and,
giving it a twist, left it bound as I had seen my mother do so many
times before with her hair after shampooing. Carolyn surprised me
further, however, when while I looked away, she had begun to douse my
hairless upper body with body powder. I felt my face turn hot as I
blushed, as this was certainly not for men. She had used a feathery puff
and the powder had a decidedly feminine fragrance.
She giggled. "There. You'll smell so sweet for bed now," she said as she
turned and left the room. "Let's see if mistress has found you
something
nice to wear."
At last I was alone again. Just as I finished drying myself, I heard the
two women return to the room.
"It seems you'll have to borrow something from Susan's wardrobe,
Chrissy," Aunt Mary said from the bedroom. "I know these are hardly
suitable for a nice young boy, but they'll have to do under the
circumstances."
Carolyn entered the bathroom, and what she carried in her hands caused
my jaw to drop. Carolyn offered the frilly pink baby-doll and matching
panties me and I was stunned. The little baby-doll had a lacy bodice and
silken spaghetti straps. The panties were equally brief and, like the
top, were trimmed in lace.
"Oh God, I can't wear that!" I said loudly.
Hearing that, Aunt Mary joined us in the bathroom and put her arm around
me. "Oh, don't be silly! It's only till tomorrow and we'll get your
things from the school."
"But I'll look so funny in a girl's nightgown," I whimpered.
Now, you put them on and I'll find you a robe to wear. That'll be better
then, won't it?" asked my host.
"Well, I guess so," I replied as I still felt my face being warm. Aunt
Mary and Carolyn left the room and closed the door behind them. I lifted
the dainty little panties and resigned myself to a night in girl's
frillies. I stepped into them carefully and pulled them up my legs. To
my surprise, they felt wonderful, so soft and silky. Then raising my
arms, I slipped the short baby-doll over my head and let it float down
over my slim body. It too felt delicious, but that that was something
that would forever remain my SECRET. I turned to look in the full-length
mirror on the back of the door. The sight that met me gave me a
shudder.
Standing there on the fluffy carpet, I could have been mistaken for a
girl, my hair bundled up beneath a thick pink towel and my body sheathed
in such a sexy little baby-doll of the same hue. My body gave away what
my mind was thinking. As I gazed at the reflection in the mirror, my
penis began to grow and thicken. "How could I think this way", I
thought. "I'm a boy!" Just then the door opened and Carolyn inched thru.
I just about jumped out of my skin with embarrassment. I turned away to
hide the source of my shame as Carolyn let out a giggle.
"You look darling," she said, grinning inside as she caught a peek of me
in the vanity mirror, my attempt to hide my erection failing. "Here,
let's put this on," she said as she held a diaphanous pink robe out for
me to slip into. This was almost as bad, but it was, at least, somewhat
longer and offered a degree of modesty. It too, was trimmed in lace at
the shoulders, hem, and sleeves. With that, she took my hand and led me
back into the bedroom.
Aunt Mary was there waiting, a glass of warm milk in her hand. "You look
so precious, my girl," she said as she handed the glass to me and
kissed
me on the cheek. "Drink this now; you'll sleep better, dear. Carolyn
will stay and dry your hair for you and tuck you in; I'll be up later to
kiss you good-night, turning away, she winked at the pretty maid and
left the room, closing the door behind her.
"Sit up on the bed here, Chrissy," said Carolyn. Finish your nice warm
milk and I'll take care of your hair."
Despite my embarrassment, I felt a delicious warmth sweep over me. I had
never been pampered as I had since my arrival. I sat on the bed; my
frilly robe spread out around me, as Carolyn removed the damp towel and
began to brush my curly blond hair. Whether it was the result of such a
long and exciting day, or warmth of my milk, my whole body began to
relax. As the beautiful servant girl drew her soft hands over my scalp
again and again, I began to float away into another world.
"Isn't this nice?" asked Carolyn, as I could only nod. "You're as pretty
as a little girl in your baby-doll. You smell so sweet and lovely,
dear."
I felt lovely, too. I had never felt anything like this. I couldn't
explain it. One part of me wanted to scream and run, but another part of
me, held captive by the light caress of the silky lingerie, the gentle
attentions of the maid, and the warmth of my bedtime drink refused to
leave.
"So soft, so pretty," I could hear Carolyn whisper in my ear. I could
feel her fingers gently trace along my neck and down the bodice of the
nightgown. "My beautiful little Christine," she whispered as I lay back
against her bosom, my mind lost in a trance.
I felt her red-tipped finger draw across my lips and my body shivered to
her touch. I hardly took note as she laid me back on the silken sheets,
running one hand through my hair and the other down and under my frilly
baby doll. She pulled my lacy little panties down a bit and freed my
penis, now hard and throbbing. I shuddered in delight as she took a
frilly hankie from her bodice and wrapping it around my shaft, began to
stroke me. My senses were overloaded, the touch of the silky nightgown
on my body, the fragrance of the room, the sight of Carolyn bending as
she ministered to me, and the feather-like stroking of my genitals
controlling my mind. Finally, as she caressed my lips with her own and I
tasted the creamy red gloss that covered them; my whole body shuddered
in a spasm. My boyish juice exploded into the silken handkerchief.
Carolyn smiled down at me and gently cleaned me. I had never in my life
felt so wondrous. Lifting my back from the cool sheets, she removed my
robe, and now, dressed only in my baby-doll with their matching panties,
she pulled the coverlet over me. Aunt Mary returned and said," Well
Chrissy my dear girl you should sleep well now that Carolyn has relaxed
you. She leant over and kissed me on the lips. Carolyn followed her
mistress's lead and also kissed me on the lips and whispered, "Good-
night, Chrissy; sleep tight." She turned off the light and closed the
door behind her and Aunt Mary, leaving me asleep and dreaming.
My sleep was filled with dreams that would have disturbed me had they
remained in my memory more than a fleeting moment. In my dream, I had
found myself back at St. Mark's Academy for Boys in the room I shared
with two other students. What surprised me, however, was that while the
other two wore their pajamas as they climbed into bed, I found myself
dressed in a blue satin gown. The dream was hardly surprising for that
night, visiting the home of Mrs. Alexander, a local woman who had
befriended me; I had, indeed, gone to bed dressed in a frilly baby-doll
borrowed from her daughter's wardrobe as I had left my suitcase behind.
Chrissy's New Life Part 4
The next morning I awoke from my slumber suddenly, light streaming into
the girlishly decorated bedroom as Carolyn, the beautiful maid, flung
the curtains wide.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," whispered the maid in my ear. "Breakfast will be
ready in just a few minutes."
As the cobwebs cleared from my brain, the activities of the previous
evening flooded back into my consciousness. As if somehow disbelieving,
I quickly peeked beneath the satin sheet, blushing as my feminine attire
was confirmed.
"Come on, sweetheart - we'll have to hurry," Carolyn said as she threw
back the covers.
I was startled and tried to cover myself, but the maid just grinned and,
taking my hand, pulled me from the bed.
"Here, my girl, slip on your robe and let's wash your face," she said,
holding the diaphanous, lace-trimmed bed jacket. As I slipped my arms
through the flowing sleeves, she smoothed it over my shoulders, letting
it settle lightly over the much shorter pink baby-doll.
Carolyn led me into the bathroom; she draped a fluffy towel around my
shoulders and then, lathering a soft facecloth with fragrant soap, began
to wash the sleep from my eyes. After rinsing the lather from my smooth
skin, Carolyn gently patted my face dry with a soft absorbent towel.
Just as the night before, I stood passively, unsure of my feelings but
somehow almost under a spell as everything was being done for me. Unused
to such pampering, I found it quite pleasurable. Taking a toothbrush
and
even squeezing the paste on it for me and then inserting the brush into
my mouth and brushing for a few strokes, she said, "You finish brushing
now, Chrissy; I'll find your slippers."
Newly refreshed, I sheepishly returned to the bedroom where Carolyn
motioned me to the small seat facing the mirrored vanity. Seated before
the mirror, my eyes were drawn to the lace-trimmed bodice of my dressing
gown. As Carolyn stood at my back, slowly brushing my longish blonde
hair with an ornate silver brush, my mind reeled. "This is crazy," I
thought, "She's treating me just like a little girl or something."
Despite my embarrassment, however, the more overpowering emotion was
guilt, guilt that, beneath the blush, I actually delighted in her
ministrations. I felt I should put a stop to all this, but the gentle
stroking of the brush and the silky touch of my gown and panties on my
skin seemed excuse enough to postpone any rebellion. My mind was brought
back from my reverie as Carolyn knelt and slipped a pair of pink satin
slippers over my feet.
The image of a princess being attended by her ladies-in-waiting rushed
through my brain as the maid took my hand and brought me to my feet.
"Oh dear, we'll have to hurry; we can't leave Mistress waiting."
Though the backless slippers had short wedge heels, I took hesitant
steps. "Let me help you, sweetheart." Reaching her hand around my
smoothly covered waist, Carolyn assisted me in my feminine gown from the
room and down the wide stairs to the brightly decorated dining room.
Again the input from my boyish senses seemed almost overwhelming. Here I
was, being supported by a beautiful woman dressed in the briefest of
costumes and smelling of the most wonderful perfume, her arm encircling
my waist and pulling me close, all the while my own skin sheathed in the
silkiest of fabrics; and more, not only was my attire softly arousing
as
it brushed my thighs, it was exquisitely feminine. I was glad of the
longer gown, as my penis was getting hard from being sheathed in the
silky fabrics.
"Good Morning, Chrissy," greeted Aunt Mary, my host as we entered the
room. "Did you sleep well, darling?" she queried as Carolyn led me to
her waiting arms. "I know a big boy like you doesn't want to hear it,
but you look very pretty in Susan's baby-doll," she cooed as she
enveloped me in her arms. "I'm sorry about your lost luggage but it
wasn't so bad, was it, dear?" I blushed deeply as she gently brushed a
stray hair from my forehead and I could only nod. "It's a shame boy's
never have the chance to wear such pretty things and look so nice," she
continued. "It's just not the same around the house with Susan being
away at school; she loved playing dress-up with all her pretty clothes."
As I took my seat at the table, I noticed what must certainly be
loneliness and heartache in my host's eyes.
Carolyn cut up my melon for me and then left us. I felt like a small
child having everything done for me. I bent over my plate and quickly
scooped up a large amount of pieces of the melon and shoveled them into
my mouth and began to swallow them. Aunt Mary exclaimed,"Ooh, Chrissy
that is not how a sweet young girl eats." as I finished swallowing the
large amount of pieces of melon. I wondered about her referral to me as
a sweet young girl.
I replied," Sorry, Aunt Mary, I was forgetting my manners but I am quite
hungry."
Aunt Mary replied," That's ok but you should scoop up less pieces sit up
straight and bring the spoon slowly to your mouth."
I did so and Aunt Mary praised me for doing so. I finished my melon and
then later Carolyn brought our toast and coffee. Aunt Mary cut up my
toast for me. I once again felt like a small child. I took a piece of
toast and took a small bite and Aunt Mary smiled at me and said," That's
how young girls should eat."
I wanted to say something about the continued referral to me as a girl
but did not say anything for fear of offending my host.
"Oh Carolyn, you'd better try calling the school again and see if
they've found Chrissy's suitcase," Mary called to the maid as we had our
toast and coffee. Unsure of my emotions, I looked forward to finally
getting back into jeans and shirt.
"I just tried again, Ma'am; there's still no answer at the school," said
Carolyn as she returned to the room.
Noting the distress in my expression, Aunt Mary motioned me to her, and
cradling me while I was still night gowned in her lap, she hugged me
close. I was glad the distraction of eating had caused my penis to
subside. "Don't worry, sweetheart; we can't have you spending the whole
weekend in Susan's baby-doll, now can we?"
Again, a sense of guilt and shame came over me, for that very thought
seemed somehow appealing.
"I suppose we'd better drive over to the school; perhaps your suitcase
is still in the driveway where we left it," comforted Aunt Mary. "In any
case, it's time you were out of your baby-doll and dressed. Carolyn,
take Chrissy upstairs," the maid was directed. "We'll have to find
something else for him to wear in the car."
Carolyn led me from the room and back up the long curved stairway and
knowing that I would soon be out of the silky gown, I took special note
of its whisper like softness. As I climbed each step, I secretly
delighted as the lace hem caressed my thighs and panty-covered rear.
Before we were halfway up the long staircase, I couldn't help but notice
another sensation. The sensuous touch of the filmy fabric had had a
dramatic effect on my adolescent member as well. Growing more tumescent
with each caress, seemingly out of my control, it strained against the
lacy confines of my silky panties. This new "problem" did not pass the
notice of the sexily clad maid. Smiling, she let her hand glide around
my waist and teasingly slowed our pace a bit. Her proximity made matters
worse as the added sensation of her touch roused me even further and at
last reaching the bedroom, I, now almost quivering broke free and
rushed
into it to hide my embarrassment.
"What is it, sweetheart?" responded Carolyn, hurriedly following me into
the bedroom. There she found me, my cheeks ablaze, covering myself with
my hands as best I could.
"Darling, don't be embarrassed," the maid said softly. "Did your lacy
little baby-doll do this?" she asked.
Moving my hands from their position, she let her fingertips side over
the front of my gown, her nails barely brushing my now engorged penis.
Her eyes noting the tent-like bulge, she teased, "It seems our little
Christine enjoys being a precious little girl, doesn't it?"
She reached beneath the hem of the baby-doll and caressed my throbbing
male hood and laid me down on the bed.
"Oh Chrissy, look what you're doing to your frilly little panties; if it
wasn't for this, I'd think you were a sweet young girl."
Moaning softly and now captive to the maid's intoxicating caress, I
surrendered to the rush of pleasure. My body sheathed in delicate silk,
my feet shod in pom-pom satin slippers, and my pantied and swollen penis
gently milked by Carolyn's enveloping fingers seemed ready to explode.
"You like your little panties, don't you, sweetheart?" cooed Carolyn.
"You want to be a sweet little girl, don't you?"
At that, my penis shuddered and released its pent up excitement into my
pink panties. I quivering, for the second time since my arrival, Carolyn
had excited me to the point of sexual climax; this time, however, I had
erupted into the silky pink panties I had been forced to wear after
forgetting my own clothes back at the academy. I was embarrassed as the
scantily dressed maid helped me to my feet and led me to the bathroom
and sat me on the padded bench opposite the tub.
"You do look precious, Chrissy, but you really needn't blush. It's plain
you love your pretty nightgown and panties; I'd find it even more
unusual if you didn't."
I looked up into the maid's eyes quizzically. "What do you mean?" I
asked.
"It's just as Mistress said," she went on. "Boys are so deprived, never
able to dress up in pretty dresses and nightgowns like girls. Forgetting
your suitcase has given you a chance to see just how nice wearing silky
frillies can be."
"But I'm a boy! I shouldn't feel this way," I answered ashamedly.
"Don't be silly, honey," she said, slowly lowering the now stained
panties down my legs. "There's no reason boys shouldn't be able to feel
pretty like their sisters." Taking a soft washcloth, she carefully
washed me.
Not since early childhood had anyone seen me so intimately, though
considering the occurrences of the last day, there was little left to
feel embarrassed about. Both Carolyn and her mistress had treated me
with a kindness and love I'd been without since leaving for school at
summer's end.
"Come along now, Chrissy; let's find something especially pretty for you
to wear in the car."
"You want me to wear a dress when we drive over to school?" I
questioned, my voice almost faltering.
"Don't worry darling; before I'm finished, your own mother would swear
you were her daughter rather than her son," Carolyn joked. "And I don't
want to hear any excuses; I know you're just dying to wear a cute little
dress and have your hair curled."
Though I didn't answer, I knew she was right. I could not wait for to
put into a dress. Yesterday I wouldn't have imagined it, but like so
much that had transpired since my arrival, I was certain the day ahead
would prove most exciting.
Just then, Aunt Mary entered the room. "And just what are you two
scheming in here?" she said with a smile.
"Why, Christine was just telling me how much she was looking forward to
going for a little drive," the maid answered, her eyes twinkling.
"Oh, I see.... didn't I tell you wearing Susan's things wouldn't be so
bad, sweetheart?" she asked as she hugged me to her.
"It'll be just like having Susan home again, won't it, Ma'am?"
volunteered Carolyn.
"Indeed it will; come along now Christine, we'll have to pick out
something especially pretty," Aunt Mary said, leading me back into the
bedroom.
Remembering my now lack of panties, I clutched the lace-trimmed robe
tightly around the nightgown, and sheepishly followed, the anticipation
of actually leaving the mansion while dressed as a young girl building
with each tick of the clock.
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