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Cathy. (Pt 3) If you are NOT 18 or older, please get lost and visit another web page instead. It's not easy trying to write about a character who was created having a voice impediment, especially with the spell checker red lining numerous the spelling errors. So at times you may have to read a sentence twice or read it out aloud to make more sense of it. - I apologize most profusely for the frustration. THIS story is a complete work of fiction. And because it's about a young boy it WON'T have too much NASTY sex in it - ************************************************************************* The 3 of us had had an 'interesting' morning so far and mummy suggested that we might go down to the park around 1.30 so I could try practicing my walking. "It's almost noon now," mummy advised me, "so until it's time for us to leave and head down to the park, I want you, YOUNG LADY, to practice your walking, downstairs for me" and with that, she placed the two shoe boxes under her arm and proceeded to head back down stairs to the lounge room. "Let's not risk the stairs in those heels yet sis," Annette firmly whispered in my ear. So I carefully stepped out of one and having not worn high heels previously, proceeded to lose my balance. I would have fallen if Annette hadn't moved quickly and grabbed a hold of me to allow me to regain my balance. I tried to remove the other shoe while desperately clinging onto one of Annette's shoulders. "That's something to remember for the future Cathy," she advised me. "It's better to be seated when you take off shoes with a heel that high, honey." And with me now standing on my own two stockinged feet, she let go of me, bent down and picked up the shoes, before handing them back to me, with a flippant remark along the lines of "your shoes Cinderella!" and headed downstairs leaving me to follow her to the lounge room, downstairs. "Cathy," mum said to me. "This isn't a lessons break time. Put your shoes back on and keep walking around," she told me. I looked around for my pillow to put under me so that when I sat down, the plug that mummy and Annette had forcefully had to push inside of me earlier that morning wouldn't hurt so much when I sat down. I looked up at mummy in a state of abject fear as I placed my hands slightly behind me and gripping the arms of the chair before I slowly started to lower myself into the chair. "Don't sit down for a moment Cathy," mum called across to me from where she was seated. She then produced a very small black plastic box in her hands and I suddenly felt a low and rhythmic throbbing inside of my bottom, which must have shown on my face as a surprised expression, before quickly changing to one of pleasure. "Now, start to strain as if you want to have a big poop, and sit down slowly in the chair Cathy" mummy told me with a smile on her face. I started to commence lowering myself down onto the chair, straining to force the plug out of me, when I felt the vibrations inside of my bottom increase in there intensity. I was so surprised at the feelings happening to me down there that I simply collapsed onto the chair and squealed out a startled gasped as I felt not only the plug force itself deeper back into my bottom, but that the corset not having any give in it made the breath rush out of me. "Dr Joan told me what the expression would be like on Cathy's face and what would happen the first time that I did that to her, and she was absolutely spot on" mummy happily said to Annette, before turning back towards me and addressing me again. "Ahhh...Not the way a lady sits down in public Cathy...Is it?" mummy cattily said to me, before turning back and speaking to Annette. "Dr Joan asked me to let her know if Cathy still had any feelings in her prostate and I'd have to say that "THAT'S" a big YES, wouldn't you say so too, Annette" mummy amusedly asked her before moving her fingers slightly, which seemed to abruptly stop the lovely throbbing in my bottom. "OH...by the way I forgot to tell you earlier Cathy" mummy said to me with an amused tone in her voice. "That plug we put in your bottom this morning has a vibrating attachment to it, also. I think I'll hold onto it for the moment, but be warned young miss" she said as she turned it on and I began to feel that low relaxing pulsing inside of me again. "It can give you relaxing pleasure like your feeling now." "OR....." she emphasized loudly and paused for a moment. "It can also be used to PUNISH you," and on saying that, mummy twisted her fingers sharply and I suddenly felt a hard fast pounding inside of me which started to cause me some distress and forced a loud scream out of me, before she twisted her finger again and the painful throbbing returned back to a gentle a relaxing throbbing. "Now, put your heels back on and start walking around so you can get use to walking in them, honey," mummy advised me. So I reached down and took one of the shoes and gently slid my stockinged foot into it, then reached forward with both hands to put the strap through the buckle and fastened it, before repeating the same procedure with the other one. Once the 2nd shoe was fastened, I placed my hands on the chairs arms and use them to lever myself up into standing straight on my own two feet. "Now, I want you to go out into the hallway and practice walking Cathy," mummy told me, "and I'll be out in to check up on every so often." So I slowly started towards the hallway, using my outstretched arms for balance and short steps to try to start a rhythm that I could use to make it easy on me. "And put those arms down by your side, Miss unless you want to be punished," mummy called out to me as I walked past her and suddenly felt the gentle throbbing in my bottom stop. She then turned back towards Annette and began discussing some of the problems that had arisen this morning asking her for ideas as to the answers. Meanwhile I'd found my way out into the hallway, and started a regiment like walk of 15 paces up and then 15 paces back down the hallway, all the time trying to not only keep my balance, but also trying to find the best way to put my foot down on the floor without the fear of having the shoe turn in on itself and make me fall over. The same continuous rhythm was starting to build my confidence up and I could now actually turn on one foot and reverse direction. The clicking sounds of my footsteps was also increasing in pace and I was starting to enjoy the feeling of walking in high heels, when I looked up and saw Annette and mummy looking at me from the other end of the hall. "Not too bad Cathy," mum said to me as I drew up close to her. "BUT I want you to see how you look to others as you walk along" and then mummy started to walk back down the hallway and back several times, then on turning back towards me came to a halt. "Women simply don't walk that way honey. You need to carefully place one foot slightly in front of the other leg in a sort of crossing motion as you walk, like this," and proceeded to start to walk towards one foot slightly crossing over in front of each leg. She turned back around and commenced walking away from me informing me at the same time that it was not only easier to keep your balance that way, but that it gave you a wiggle in your walk, to provide free entertainment to any men walking behind you, she told me with a laugh, as she walked up and back a few more times to show me and so I could try to remember it. "And when you walk, try lifting your front foot up more so that you are bringing it downwards very slightly on the ball of your feet and your weight will naturally allow the heel to land on the broadest part of it so you will have a steadier gate. Now you try it honey." And so I started to try and imitate what mummy had just shown me, and was finding it a bit awkward to cross my legs over at the front while at the same time trying to lift my front foot so that it came down in a slightly forward position. Mummy was calling out hints and encouragement all the while. "A bit higher with that front foot step, don't forget to only swing your arms just a little bit, try to make sure that when you put your foot back down on the ground to do it in such a way that the front of the foot touches the ground just before the heel of the shoe does. That's better sweet heart, now take shorter steps and slow down a bit and remember not to swing your arms about so much." Mummy called out that she'd be back shortly to check on my progress and walked back to the kitchen with Annette. ********** What am I going to do tomorrow with out you around Annette? Mummy asked her. "There's no way I could tighten the lacings on that corset by myself," she commiserated aloud. "Simple mum, get Cathy to wake up earlier and have a roster going so that one of the girls can help you out each morning. I wouldn't mind betting that both Maree and Panda won't mind doing it. In fact, you might find that they'd be keen to help, so then you have a pool of 3 to choose from to help you out. If nothing else, it might make Maree think twice about playing up like she's been doing lately especially if you threatened her with having to wear a corset all weekend," Annette jokingly told her. Mummy thought it a brilliant idea and wanted to know if Annette still had any doubts about how her baby brother was going to end up living his adult life, to which Annette informed her, that if there were another way to try that would allow him to grow up as a male, she'd argue for us to try that way. But she had to admit that she could still remember all the fights, Maree's face after I'd punched her one time, not to mention the tantrums with my screaming to have my own way. "He was a selfish little brat admittedly," she said. "And I have to admit that he appears to be happier thinking he's a girl." "Lets go back and check up on her then," mummy said to Annette, so they got up and headed back towards the hallway. They peeked around the corner and watched as I was walking away towards the front door, before turning around and coming back towards them. "Oh mum," Annette said to her, while trying to smother her laughter. "I've got to say something to her. Her bottom is swaying about like a double deck bus!" "She looks priceless," mummy laughingly agreed. "Don't make each step so high Cathy," Annette called out to her. "Make your steps smaller and try not lifting your front foot so high." To which I tried to comply with her instructions. "That's MUCH better Cathy," said Annette while quietly uttering to mum, that I was parading around and showing off my wiggling butt like a fashion model with a pair of possums fighting to get out of my underwear, which had mummy quietly laughing and tears rolling out of her eyes in amusement. "I can remember when YOU first started dating darling. Those SO short skirts and dresses and sneaking out wearing my best nylons and high heel shoes. Perhaps you're right when you say that the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree Annette. But I think Cathy's starting to get the walking part right, don't you?" mummy said to Annette. "We'll give her another few moments and then we'll try her in the 5 inch heels I think" mummy quietly told Annette. "Mum... She IS only 9 going on 10. She's MUCH too young to wear stilettos. Besides, she might twist her ankle in them," Annette exasperatingly told her mother. "NOOO, I disagree with you Annette. Just look at her and she's trying so hard and she desperately wants to wear them. Her legs must be screaming in agony at the moment. Mine would be," remarked mummy. "But I DO agree with you that unless she can prove to both of us that she can walk in the stilettos confidently here on a level floor, then we'll take her to the park but she'll have to wear the shoes she has on at the moment. Fair trade off" mummy inquired of her daughter, who nodded her agreement glad that her mother had seen some sense in the matter. "Okay honey," mummy said to me as I was walking back towards her and Annette. "Let's see if you can wear the taller heel shoes as well as you can wear the ones you've got on now" and guided me back into the lounge room, so her and my sister could help me on with the stilettos. I was breathing quite hard and my calves were in considerable pain from walking in the other shoes, but I didn't want to say anything, incase mummy changed her mind. So remembering what mummy had said earlier on, I tried to squeeze the plug out from inside of me as I lowered my bottom towards the chair. Her advice on how to sit down was actually right, because although I always felt the plug inside of me and the fullness as it was forced back into me as my bottom connected with the chair, the discomfort I'd previously experienced, didn't seem to upset me so much now. Mummy came over with the other shoe box and sat down beside me on the floor and started to unbuckle the straps on each shoe, before sliding them off me. She then took her hand and carefully moved it up my stocking leg, feeling how tight my calves must have been. "Annette, would you please come and sit down over here and help out putting these shoes on Cathy" asked mummy. As Annette came over, I saw mummy incline her head towards my legs and heard her suggest to Annette that she might like to massage my feet and legs for a while. Annette started with the balls of my feet, pressing her fingers into them quite firmly, which felt absolutely divine and elicited a sigh of pleasure from me, before she started to work her hands up my legs, feeling how hard and tight they were, while desperately trying to force her fingers into the non yielding muscles, she looked back at my mother in pleading pity. "Cathy, your feet must be hurting you honey," Annette said to me. "Perhaps it might be better to try out these heels some other time" she said and got a look of gratitude from her mother who was now thinking the same thing. "No thith, my legsth don't hurt a bit," I lisped back. "Letsth try them on and sthee if I can walk in them" I insisted. Then mummy looked over at Annette with pride, deliberately taking the right shoe out of the box and sliding it onto my foot before tightening the buckle strap, while Annette slid the left one on and tightened that buckle up, before standing up and stating that she'd help her little sister to get up, so she could try out her first really high heeled shoes. Mummy was silently crying tears, not only of joy, but also of love as she could now understand not only just how determined I was to try to and please her and just how much pride she had in me, but also for her oldest daughter's compassion and care in not wanting her baby brother/sister feel that this was just too much of a hurdle for her. "Now sis, give me your hands and I'll pull you up," Annette said to me with concern in her voice. I felt her strength as she slowly pulled me up and then moved in front of me and wrapped her arms about me to stop me from swaying. And sway I did. I felt as if I was on the edge of a cliff, as I tried to keep upright, but it felt like my feet were on tippy toes. As Annette moved back slightly and let go of my hands, I unconsciously started to flail my arms about trying to steady myself. "Whoa it's pretty steep up here isn't it little sister?" Annette gently said to me, staying close in front of me incase I fell. "Don't try and walk yet honey, just get your balance first. Your feet aren't use to the fact that they have very little to support the stiff angle your feet are at now. I'm here to catch you if you lose your balance Cathy." She let go of my right hand and mummy immediately took it as they both moved to each side of me holding my arms out to the side of me. "It's a different world from up here isn't it sweetheart," mummy kindly said to me. "Let's just try to stand still and steady ourselves first before we take the big first step Cath." As for me, I simply couldn't understand how people could walk on their tip toes all the time. The backs of my feet were really hurting me, I couldn't find my balance and I wanted sooo much to walk in these "big girl" shoes. I tensed my body and took a first teetering step with my left foot. I could feel my mummy and sister pulling on my arms on each side of me as if I were a wishbone, trying to help me keep my footing. Then I tried to move my right foot and again my left, then right, left, right until I was going to hit the wall and I tried to stop and my body swayed forward and I loudly squealed out. But I didn't fall, thankfully because my outstretched arms tugged me to a halt. I was breathing in hard short gasps each gasp ending in a little girlie voice grunt. The back of my legs were really hurting, I could feel the fullness of the plug inside of me and I felt tears starting to form in my eyes and I started to sniffle. "That's enough for today pet," mummy told me in a gentle and soothing voice. "I think we'll get ready and go down to the park and let you walk around in your other high heeled shoes" she told me. "From tomorrow, we'll practice every day for a little while in these big shoes till your perfect in them." "Pleeth Mummy," I cried out. "I want to pwractith some more, pleeth mummy pleeth" I said in such a pathetic begging voice. "Alright Cathy alright, you can practice some more" mummy replied in a voice tinged with worry. "We'll head you towards the hallway so you can try walking there and you can grab onto the walls there if you start to lose your balance sweetheart. Annette, let's try and get her turned round to the hallway direction. Now Cathy, Annette's going to let go of your left hand and I want you to try turning yourself around to your right." As my sister let go of my hand, I started to lift my left foot around bringing my body round in short movements, using my left foot to touch the ground and push my body round. Annette was following me around ready to grab my hand. When I saw the hallway entrance, I put my foot back down trying to stop my turn. IT WORKED! Annette took my hand again, and I started to teeter towards the hallway entrance. I was thinking that I was looking terribly un-lady like, but mummy and Annette didn't say anything, as I brought myself to a swaying halt with a loud and thankful sigh. "Cathy I'm not sure that you should try and keep practicing today honey, mummy said in a last ditch attempt to get me to stop, but she didn't keep talking as perhaps, she saw the determined look on my young face. "I'll walk in-front of her and you walk behind mum, and we'll do the opposite depending on which way she's walking," Annette said to mummy. I took a deep breath and started moving my left foot forward, followed then by my right, and after a few steps, found that the quicker I moved the easer it came to control my balance. That is until I had to stop to turn around! I tried to anchor my right foot and bring myself to a halt but although I stopped I felt my body's momentum swaying me forward. I felt my mummy's hands grab my waist and "slow down" come from her, as I was forcibly halted and then tried to turn myself around. I then started back the other way with mummy in front of me carefully watching my feet. As we completed the return walk and stopped, the thought came into my mind, that because the shoes made my heels seem so high of the ground, why not try walking on my toes as if I was sneaking around. So as I headed off again with Annette at in front, I purposefully tried to walk on my toes. This seemed to work as I was quickly gathering pace and finding the turn around much simpler. I'd been doing this for several minutes, when I suddenly remembered my waving arms, and I consciously started to lower them and make my arm movements much shorter. "Good GIRL Cathy," Annette told me as I also started to try and straighten my body up and try to look at a point off in the distance. I was happy that Annette was pleased with me, and wanted to ask her about how to stop the jelly boobies from bouncing around so much in front of me, but I was a bit nervous to ask her, and was simply happy that she was happy with how I was walking. "But try bringing your weight off your front feet a bit and onto the rest of your heel, just like with the other shoes. I frowned a bit at haring that and started to try and follow her advice and started to hear the familiar clicking sound as my heel touched the timber floor. I continued in the same way for several more minutes and was enjoying the sound of my heels clicking against the timber floor, when I looked up and saw that Annette was still standing near the front door. As I walked up to her end and automatically turned around, also realizing then, that my mummy had stayed down the other end of the hallway too. I was so pleased with myself, so I tried even harder with my walking, which made the click clack of my heels sound even louder. "Mum, those possums are fighting again. And look at her bust. They're absolutely bouncing all over the shop" Annette called out to her. "Cathy," mum said in a warning tone of voice, but with a smirk on her face. "A little less swaying of the hips honey." As I walked away from her, I heard her remark aloud, "That's better, yes, much more like it." The click clack sound of my heels wasn't as loud and I was relieved to feel my boobies not bounce so much, either. As I turned away from Annette and headed back towards mummy, I saw her smiling at me and on reaching her and beginning to turn around and start again for the front door, heard her voice. "That's enough practice Cathy. Let mummy and your sister go freshen up and we'll take you down to the park for a while. I think YOU might need to powder your nose TOO young lady." I waited as both Annette and then mummy went and used the bathroom, before I went into the toilet. Mummy stopped me from closing the door and although this was very unusual I simply started to roll my panties down to my knees and then started to pull up my dress to my waist before lowering myself down onto the seat. I didn't seem to feel the corset's tightness anymore and the restricted movement from its tightness when I sat down on the toilet seat. The ache in my legs started to ease as the seat took my weight, and I let out a loud breath of contentment, when mummy started to talk to me. "Are you feeling alright Cathy?" mummy asked, to which I said that I felt good. "What about your toilet. Do you need to poopy?" She asked me concernedly. "Are you feeling any pain in your tummy or in your bottom?" she insisted. "No mummy, I feel fine, honesth I do," I solemnly answered her. "My legsth hurt a bit, but besidth that, I'm fine... really. I started to reach for my tiny penis and push it between my legs to wee. Mummy kindly said "alright honey, mummy will fix your face before we go to the park," and turned away and closed the toilet door, leaving me to loudly sigh and wonder if the soreness in my legs would ever go away and I'd be the same again. I tore off a few tissues and wiped my tiny penis dry before pulling my panties back up and lowering my dress, before turning and flushing the toilet. I walked out and into the bathroom to see my sister and mummy touching up their faces and discussing the types of make up they were using. I washed my hands and toweled them dry and waited until mummy had finished and turned to me. Mummy positioned me in front of her and gently dabbed my face with a tissue. "Not too much repair work needed for you Miss. We'll just tidy up those eyes," which she proceeded to do and just a touch up of your lips. A girl can never have to much lippy Cathy" she said as she applied a fresh coating to them as she dabbed the excess lippy off of my lips with another tissue. "Annette, be a dear for me and pop upstairs and get Cathy's play shows for me will you please" and then took the big soft bristle brush, that was always left down in the downstairs bathroom and brushed my long blonde hair back before letting it fall naturally into place, before she applied some hair spray to it to make it stay there. "You look like a princess," she said to me with a smile, as Annette called out form the bottom of the stairs saying that she had my other shoes. "You can wear these grown up shoes for a little while at the park, but we'll change them for your normal shoes so you can go on the play swings, alright Cathy?' mummy said. "Yeth mummy," I happily replied and walked out of the bathroom ahead of her, heading towards the garage. Annette was already seated in the front passenger seat, as I opened the back door to get in. I carefully placed my foot on the outside running board and pulled myself up into the back seat, as mummy got in behind the steering wheel before opening up the garage doors. As we drove off, Annette asked her mum which park she was going to. Mum quietly told her that...When she was a young girl her daddy had taught her a long time ago that she should never crap on the front porch. "So Anne, where not heading for anywhere near our front porch" her mother informed her. We're headed down to the chase on the riverbank, as it had a lovely long flat footpath and had a set of swings down there for Cathy to play on. Besides which, it was usually not too populated down there at this time of day, either." As mummy turned the car into a street that would start the slow descent down to the river, I remarked "goody, we're going down to the wivver. Mummy, I wisth we could have more dayths like thith. Hasthn't it been fun today?" to which mummy smilingly agreed. As the car finally came to a stop, I excitedly undid my safety belt and opened the back door and started to wriggle myself down onto the ground. The tight restraining corset was limiting my movements to get out of the car, and the stiletto heels made me misjudge my footing, so that I let out a short sharp squeal as I almost fell onto the ground, which only my bottom, by landing on the running board prevented from happening. Annette was half way out her door, when she looked down at me, shook her head and remarked "Slow down there young lady, take... your...time," as mummy found her way round the car to join us. I managed to get myself upright, and closed the car door before carefully and tentatively negotiating the loose gravel and finding the footpath, where mummy then handed me a shoulder purse reminding me that NO girl ever walks out anywhere without a handbag so that they had somewhere to put their make up and tissues. Mummy and Annette walked behind me as we walked along the riverbank. A minibus had pulled up in the car park at the same time and several elderly couples were getting out of it and following behind us. "Cathy, try making your steps a little bit shorter and not so high either sis," Annette said to me. I started to change my gait to what I thought Annette wanted me to do and was rewarded by her eventually complimenting me on the difference to my gait. "That's MUCH better sis, and remember to keep your back straight as well." "Cathy," mummy quietly called out. "Annette and I are just going to sit down for a while sweetheart. Why don't you practice walking up and down the river path. But stay within sight of us, won't you dear?" as they headed over to the nearest group of seats. "Yeth mummy," I replied and continued on with my walking practice. The shoulder purse that mum had given was now on my right shoulder hanging down to around my hips and it allowed me to have something to hold on to with one hand, while my other allowed me to swing my left hand in a much shorter arc and close to my side. I was coming up to a grove of trees and decided to turn around and retrace my steps back towards the seats. I walked past an elderly couple who had been part of the group walking behind us, and said hello to them as I passed, to which the man lifted his hat to me and the woman also said hello back. I was heading back the way I came and passed a few other older folks, always remembering my manners and smilingly saying hello to them, and was getting near to the car park again when I turned around and decided that this time I would head towards the seat where mummy and Annette were and sit down and rest my aching legs, before they dropped off me. As I was walking back, I noticed several elderly women had sat across from Mummy and my sister and were talking to them. The conversation was unbeknownst to me at the time but Annette told me what was discussed when we got home and were alone for a while. Apparently one of the older women remarked on the size of the heels I was wearing and remarked how they made me tend to strut when I walked. She said that she thought they were 5 or 6 inch heels at least, to which my mummy confirmed that they were 5 inches high. Another woman in the group sounded aghast at that and said that a 16 year old shouldn't be wearing shoes that high. Apparently mum smiled at them and proudly informed them that I was actually only 13 not having the nerve to say to them that I was really only 10! She then went on to apologize, but explained it away by saying that I had just started menstruating for the first time the night before, so she was letting me have a few days off school, and took me shopping this morning and let me have whatever I asked for as a gift. She then told them straight faced, that I'd immediately headed for a shoe store and selected these stilettos and when she baulked at buying them, suffered the usually hissy fits that only a young girl that was menstruating for the first time could produce, AND she reminded them... she had promised to buy me whatever I asked for. "I" know she's too young to wear them too, but she IS going through quite an emotional experience at the moment so when she told me she wanted to wear them out somewhere, I thought that this river path would be an idea spot. It's usually quiet with very few visitors around this time of the day" my sister imitated mummy's voice to me as she related what was said. Apparently that had immediately gained the sympathy of all the older women, who agreed with her that there was nothing she could have done under the circumstances. It's just part of what being a mother and the burdens they carry is all about they tended to say. But the make up, she doesn't look anything like 13 one of the old boilers had remarked. Mummy apparently sighed quite loudly and informed them all, that when they'd got home from the shops and unknown to her, Cathy had apparently approached her oldest daughter Annette, who she informed them was seated beside me right now, and begged her sister to do her face and make her look older. She then turned to me and asked me in front of these women why HAD I made up her face like I did. Annette was laughing to me as she told me that. She couldn't just shout out that her mother was telling lies, could I Cathy, she told me. So she'd explained it away saying that she could remember what her first period had been like, so she'd done what any big sister would do for her youngest sister. If she'd known about the shoes she told the old biddies, she said there was no way she would have made her face up that way and she'd definitely have been against even letting her out of the house, wearing them. All the elderly women seemed to understand that and apparently told her that she had done what any of them would have done for a young sister. One of the old boilers had even said that it's not fair that mothers and older daughters had to be punished like this. Annette then told me that one of the husbands in the group had passed the comment that this was all secret women's business to him, but that our father was going to continue to spend a fair number of nights worrying about where his daughters were judging by how I looked and how YOU looked Cathy. Bye for now, Cathy o x o x.