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David's Lament
By Cheryl Lynn
This is a short story based on an illustration by Daphne, entitled, "A
Father's Day Card." Her illustrations have inspired a number of my
stories, thank you Daphne. Usual disclaimers apply and the story may be
downloaded for personal use only. Any other use of this material is
strictly prohibited without the author's approval. Comments may be sent
to [email protected].
David's Lament
David sat on his bright pink satin quilted comforter dangling his feet
across the furry white throw rug. His feet were clad in black patent
leather square toed T-bar shoes with metal taps at toe and heel and
precious pink lace ruffled white nylon ankle socks. The long-line high
waist white girdle with its bright white diamond panels with elaborate
silver stitching pulled uncomfortably at waist and groin. A white satin
training bra with delicate pink bow at its center tugged at his chest and
the white satin straps pulled on his shoulders. Pink one inch rollers
held tightly in place by pink pins cluttered his head creating an almost
unbearable itch. The pink hairnet tickled the back of his neck with any
movement.
Hanging from his closet door was a white satin empire styled dress with a
wide bright pink satin sash tied into a smart bow at the back. It had a
large frilly white lace rounded bib collar with small pink satin bow
adornments. The chiffon puffed sleeves had pink satin ribbon threaded
through the lacy hem and tied into pert bows about half way down the
upper arms. The flaring full skirt had an overlay of soft pink chiffon
with small pink heart appliqu?s. A four tier white net with nylon yoke
crinoline adorned with pink satin bows flared out on a nearby hanger.
Each tier's hem had two inches of fine floral pink lace. David looked at
the clothing despondently, knowing that he would soon be wearing them.
He glanced away from his closet door and stared back down at his folded
hands resting in his lap. The florescent pink varnish glistened in the
overhead light. The nails were given half-inch acrylic extensions and
filed into perfect ovals. They were the hands of a young girl. While
they couldn't be seen, his toe nails had been painted pink as well. His
face was lightly made up. A thin coating of foundation, powder and pink
blush for the face, green eye shadow for his eyes, black liner and
mascara to make them alluring. Thinned arched brows coated in black
pencil. Bubble gum pink glistening lipstick applied to make his lips
look fuller and appear as if in a slight pout. The smell of a spicy
floral perfume filled the air all around him. David could feel the
weight of his makeup with every blink of the eye, every twitch of the
lips.
He looked up to the vanity that now graced his room. It was French
Provincial in traditional white with gold piping, pink satin skirting
flared in box pleats around the base and the bench seat had a quilted top
in the same colored satin. A lighted three way mirror would give the
occupant of that seat a very good view. On top of the vanity were an
array of bottles, jars, lotions and tubes. What drew David's attention
was the large pink and lilac lace trimmed bonnet with its wide brim and
lilac satin streamers. Soon he would be wearing that as well. He sighed
and turned his head to look at the walls of his room.
Gone were the posters of his sports heroes and teams. Instead of his
beloved sports figures hung pictures that brought a blush to his cheeks.
A dancing ballerina in silver sequined leotard, white tights and
sparkling white full net tutu. The pink slippers en point, the arms
raised gracefully over head. A pretty little girl, wearing a white lace
communion dress, white gloves and white bonnet with yellow satin bow tie
bending over to reveal a hint of lacy petticoats picking a yellow daisy.
The last picture of a young boy with blonde sausage curls hanging to the
shoulders and crisp bangs cut just above the brows. He was wearing a
vivid blue velvet pair of mid-thigh tight shorts that had a sailor's
button front and white lace ruffles at the leg hems. A white billowing
blouse with lacy jabot, bright blue silk bow at the neck and a straw
boater hat perched at the back of his curly locks holding a small wooden
boat.
On the shelves where he once proudly displayed his trophies and awards
were a number of fancy dolls and stuffed animals. Gone were his favorite
books of conquests and battles, replaced by nursery rhymes and books
suitable for young girls such as Black Beauty. On his desk where his
computer once sat with its "Avitar" screen saver there was a new pink one
with a "Strawberry Shortcakes" saver. His once beloved CD player sat
beside the computer. His stack of heavy metal and rap music gone,
replaced by boy bands, voice and behavior lessons and sing-a-longs. The
once white walls were now painted a soft pink with lilac, lavender and
purple floral boarder. The carpet had been removed and replace with a
wooden one with scattered furry white and pink throw rugs scattered
about.
His old four drawer dresser had been replaced with a tall eight draw
bureau in the same style as the vanity. His old twin bed replace by a
queen sized canopied brass one with pink ruffled skirting and soft pink
chiffon drapery. The pillows covered in soft pink satin with white lace
ruffles to match the satin sheets. The deeper pink quilted comforter
upon which he sat replaced his "transformer" spread. He sighed again and
turned his attention back to his shining nails.
How long he was going to have to wait until she returned to finish his
dressing he had no idea. He hoped she would never return but knew that
eventually she would and his torment would begin anew. Ever since his
father had taken off with his much younger secretary. The discovery that
he had embezzled millions from trusting clients and the resulting
aftermath heaped upon him and his mother caused his present predicament.
He had worshiped his father, did his best to emulate him in every way.
He even treated his mother with the same scorn his father had. According
to his father, women were only good for having babies, keeping house and
taking care of their husbands. David adopted the same attitude about
women. He had had a strong macho manly man to look up to and emulate.
Now he was gone and David was stuck having to pay the penalty for his
ways.
Ooo
"David go sit on the vanity bench. I think your hair should be ready to
style now," his mother, Doris, ordered as she entered without knocking.
David wanted to protest but knew better than to argue with her. Since
his father left, he was the beneficiary of many disciplinary measures
that left him in pain and flowing tears. He got up slowly and walked, as
he had been painfully taught, heel and toe to the vanity bench. The
shoes made a loud, echoing "tap-tappity-tap" on the hard wood flooring.
He tried to walk lightly but the loud tapping rang in his ears making him
blush. The one and a half inch block heel altered his center of gravity
slightly causing him to hold his shoulders back and stomach in. With
each step the pull of bra straps, the tugging at his groin from the
girdle made them selves felt adding to his embarrassment.
Reaching the bench he made sure his knees and ankles were pressed
together before slowly lowering his backside to the cushioned seat. Once
seated, he slid his feet slightly back and to the side then folded his
hands neatly in his lap just as he had been taught. Very painful lessons
taught over the past four months made his graceful movements almost
habitual. There were still plenty of rough spots but between his mother
and nanny, Mrs. Hillshire, those would be corrected. They would not be
satisfied until David's every action, every move and even thought would
be those of a delicate, prissy girlie-girl lady. Her husband's fraud
heaped humiliation upon her but her family's old money kept her in the
life style in which she was accustomed. She was determined that her son
would never be able to follow in her husband's footsteps.
Doris stood behind the boy and removed the hairnet then the rollers. She
brushed and worked on his shoulder length brown hair until it glowed and
flowed in waves. She held it in place with a generous amount of
hairspray, touched up a spot here and a spot there with the palm of her
hand before stepping back satisfied.
"Come David, it's time to finish your dressing. We have a tea party to
attend and I don't want to be late," she said.
Another public outing, David positively hated doing that. He had been
paraded before his old friends in his frillies receiving jeers and hoots
of derision for his efforts. The first trip had been to his old baseball
field. Mrs. Hillshire had him dressed, as she called it 'a precious'
sailor outfit. It was made of satin and consisted of a pair of white
knee length flare legged shorts with pink piping down the seams and leg
hems. A pink satin square necked billowing long sleeved blouse, a flap
at the back with white piping along the hem and bright white silk scarf
knotted below the chin. A white with pink piping sailor's cap with pink
ribbon streamers had been pinned to his hair at a jaunty angle. White
cotton gloves, pink Mary Jane styled shoes and small white straw box
purse completed his wardrobe. He had been totally mortified and with
that initial showing assured that none of his old friends would ever talk
to him again.
His second public outing was even more humiliating. He was dressed in
another of Mrs. Hillshire's precious outfits. This time it was a bright
yellow rayon baby doll dress with white satin sash tied just below the
breasts in a big floppy bow at the back. It had a rounded neckline
trimmed in delicate floral lace and short white chiffon puffy sleeves
adorned with the same lace. A thin bright yellow satin ribbon had been
treaded through the lace at the cuffs and tied into cute bows. A large
stiff yellow satin bow had been pinned to the back of his head and the
streamers fell almost to his waist. He was wearing white nylons and
yellow Mary Jane styled shoes with taps. If his outfit didn't draw
attention the shoes certainly would. Dressed, he was taken to the mall
and presented to all his so called friends at the arcade. From that
point forward the life that he had known was dead.
Now his mother was going to take him to some silly tea party. A party
which he was sure would be no fun for him in the least. He didn't know
much about tea parties but figured it would be a bunch of silly giggling
girls and women who would take great delight in humiliating him. As his
mother had him step into the stiff crinolines, a shudder ran up his spine
at the prospect of being seen by a bunch of girls.
David screwed up his courage and asked, "Mother do we really have to go?"
He had to call Doris, "Mother" now as "bitch" and "old cow" were no
longer acceptable terms. He even did his best to ask in the high pitched
sing song tone she now insisted he use. He had been listening to his
voice and vocal lessons for two months and his voice was getting there.
It still wasn't where she wanted it plus his vocabulary contained no
where near the number of feminine terms like "darling," "precious," and
"sweet" she desired.
"I've got to get Mrs. Hillshire to work on his vocabulary and facial
movements," she thought as she settled the dress over his shoulders.
"Of course we have to go David. Mrs. McCrery has gone to a lot of
trouble organizing this party. Do you have any idea how hard it was for
her to contact all your old girlfriends and get them to come over? No
David, we simply must show up and be on time. We don't want to
disappoint your friends," she replied with a smile.
She finished buttoning up the dress and tied the sash into a pert flouncy
bow. With the sash tied, it made his breasts look bigger. A fact that
he didn't fail to notice. She took the bonnet off its stand, carefully
arranged it on his head and tied the ribbon in a nice bow at the left
side of his neck. A pair of white cotton wrist length gloves with lace
frill and the box purse completed his outfit. She made him do a twirl
and give her a curtsey. He managed the twirl well enough but his curtsey
still needed improvement. Taking his gloved hand, she led him out the
room and to the waiting chauffer driven limousine.
Ooo
The tea party had been a nightmare straight from the depths of hell for
David. Ten of his old girlfriends were there, dressed mostly in jeans
and tees. They almost went into a riot when he walked through the door
and recognized who the overly dressed young girl was. At first they
stood in stunned amazement when Doris introduced her son. Shock and
disbelief written all over their faces as it slowly dawned on them.
Almost as if one, the group of girls rushed up to him. Lifting his
dress, then his elaborate petticoat, they fingered his dress, pulling
here and tugging there asking a million questions all at once. All David
could do was stand immobile as the girls crowed around chatting like
magpies over the scene that was unfolding before them.
"OMG! I can't believe it. David, is this really you? OMG! OMG!" shouted
Emily his most recent discarded girlfriend.
"Look, he's wearing a girdle. Oh my, I bet he has a bra on too," Julie
exclaimed.
"Does he always dress like this? It's so prissy," Anne commented.
"To think I cried my heart out when he dumped me. He's nothing but a
sissy faggot," Gwendolyn added.
"I never would have guessed! That dress does look good on you thought a
bit childish," Doreen said.
"Does he do his own makeup and picks out his own clothing?" Gloria piped
up.
"If he does, he's been doing it for a long time and we never noticed.
What a faggot," Donna answered.
"I can't believe I dated such a sissy. He's prissier than my eight year
old niece," Dawn commented.
"Look he even shaves his legs," Olga said trying to hold back her
laughter as she pointed to his legs.
"Oh look, the little sissy is crying. I think we might have hurt the
sissy's feeling girls," Mary said in mock sincerity.
David was humiliated almost beyond endurance when his mother demanded
that he give the girls his best curtsey and apologize for his past
behavior. He stumbled through it as tears flowed freely down his cheeks.
Doris handed him a lace hanky and told him to dry his tears and blow his
nose. When he daintily daubed at his eyes being careful not to smudge
his makeup and delicately blew his nose, the girls laughed loudly. They
were enjoying the feminized boy to the max.
Once he had regained his composure and fixed his makeup, David was seated
at the table where Mrs. McCrery served tea and cookies. He was too
distraught to drink the tea or eat any cookies as the girls kept pounding
him with questions. The most embarrassing questions were about whether
or not he had any boyfriends or did he prefer tampons or pads. All he
could do was sit primly in his chair as he had been taught. Knees
together, ankles crossed and tucked back under his seat, back straight
and elbows off the table. After what seemed like an eternity, the party
broke up.
"What a loser," "Such a big sissy," "Did you hear how he was talking, he
sounded just like my little sister," "What a faggot," and other snippets
could be heard as the girls left. David's reputation as a macho stud
muffin was in shatters long before the party came to an end. After this
outing, there would be no place for him to run or friends to help. No
one wanted to be associated with such a flagrant sissy.
Ooo
David sat on his bed wearing his training bra and girdle as Mrs.
Hillshire was getting his nightie from the bureau drawer. It was a
peach colored confection of nylon and chiffon with white lace detailing
and lots of peach satin ribbons and bows. His eyes were red rimmed from
crying and he was both mentally and physically exhausted.
As Mrs. Hillshire was humming in the background, he was lamenting his
cruel fate. "Damn it dad, if you hadn't left me I wouldn't be in this
awful spot. Why couldn't you have taken me with you? I'm your son and
look what they have done to me. I looked up to you. You were my idol.
Now look at me, at what I have become. It's all your fault dad. I loved
you, how could you do this to me?"
Like I said, it's a short story.
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