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Ballerina Boy
By Cheryl Lynn
Another short story based upon another Daphne illustration
(http://daphnesecretgarden.deviantart.com). Usual disclaimers apply.
This story may be downloaded for personal use only. Any other use is
strictly forbidden unless approved by the author. [email protected].
Ballerina Boy
David stood in the center of his room feeling like a complete dork. He
was posing with his head turned slightly to the side, arms arched above
his head, purple lacquered nails just touching and his feet, heels
touching and toes pointed out at a forty-five degree angle. The blushing
on his cheeks was not solely due to the dusty rose blush he wore.
He was wearing a lilac satin and white net ballerina costume. The
costume had a square neckline frilled with pleated white chiffon. The
thin shoulder straps also had matching chiffon detailing. Descending
from each breast the bodice was decorated with ruffled white lace forming
a "V" ending at the waist. From the waist the skirt flared almost
straight out from the three layers of stiff white net crinolines. Around
the hem of the skirt were delicate pink bows. Descending inside the
lacey "V" was a row of four pink satin bows. His legs were covered in
pink tights and on his feet were a pair of white satin ballerina slippers
with white ribbon ties fashioned into bows just above the ankle.
His long hair had been tightly brushed back from his forehead and neck.
It was fashioned into a donut shaped bun at the crown and stiffly
lacquered into place. Mrs. Hillshire, his nanny, had used so much
hairspray that his hair glistened in the reflected light. Its aromatic
smell still lingered thirty minutes later as he stood in position. The
base of the bun was highlighted with a fluffy pink chiffon scrunchie.
With his hair done, she applied his makeup. A light foundation and
powder to fix it in place. Violet eye shadow with a dusting of glitter,
black eyebrow penciled arches, black liquid eyeliner and mascara to
enhance the eyes. Red lip pencil was used to draw out his lips,
overlapping the natural lip line to form Cupid's bow lips. Satisfied with
the outline, she filled in with a bubble gum pink lipstick with a
luscious over coating of lip gloss. Dusty rose blush was used to bring
out his cheeks and a liberal dousing of a spicy floral perfume completed
his makeup.
"David, hold still. This will only take a few more minutes then you can
relax for a bit while I upload these pictures into your media profile
pages. Smile prettily or this will take a lot longer," Mrs. Hillshire
instructed.
David grimaced, wrinkling his nose but forced a fake smile on his painted
lips. After five months of training, the weight of his makeup didn't
bother him as much, but what he wore under the costume did. A very tight
lavender with silver diamond panel and fern embroidered panty girdle held
his masculine groin in a painful grip. It forced him to tuck his
testicles back up inside and his penis between his legs most
uncomfortably. The strapless matching satin training bra pulled
annoyingly at his upper torso. After all this time, he still was not used
to the pressure and tugging of his feminine foundation garments. The
girdles were especially bothersome as they steadily built up heat the
longer he wore them. The pressure on his groin and heat were ever
present.
A girdle and bra were strictly for girls and wearing them constantly was
crushing his male ego. He wanted to argue. He wanted to tell them just
where they could put all this feminine crap but his will to fight was
diminishing with each passing day. Mrs. Hillshire had a riding crop that
stung like the dickens, even through his skirts and girdles. His mother,
Doris, had a wooden hairbrush that left his behind red and stinging
unmercifully.
Fortunately they seldom resorted to those painful punishments. Other
less harsh punishments while they didn't physically hurt were both
humiliating and tore at his fragile male ego. Forced to stand dressed in
the frilliest outfits before a mirror and reciting over and over, "I am a
prissy sissy. I just love the way I look. If I were a real boy, I would
love to give my image a kiss," or "I'm a prissy sissy. I promise to be a
good sissy and do what I'm told." These and other equally demoralizing
and demeaning phrases were used much more often.
He had fought and fought often those first few months. He even tried to
escape on several occasions but to no avail. They were too strong and
observant for him. His tantrums were punished with crop and brush. His
escape attempts were punished by dressing him in sissy finery and taken
out in public. His first attempt resulted in him being dressed in a
silly sailor suit and presented to his old teammates at the ball field.
The second he was dressed in a stupid baby doll dress more suited to an
eight year old girl to the mall's arcade. The third was the worse.
Dressed in an empire cut childish dress with bonnet no less, he was
presented to all his old girlfriends.
These simple excursions were enough to scare off all his friends. They
also established his reputation as a certified sissy. No one would help
him now.
He had no where to run and the punishments too painful to endure. David
was now doing what he was told without argument. He still hated
everything he was forced to do. He still had hopes of his dad finding
out what was happening and come like the charging armored knight of old
to save him.
"Surely dad will come and save me. Somehow I've got to let him know what
they are doing to me but I have no idea of how to contact him. I've
looked up to him. I've done my best to be just like him. Surely he
won't let them do this to me. He'll come and take me away from here," he
thought as he posed before the camera.
He stood watching as Mrs. Hillshire went over to his pink computer and
uploaded the photographs to his social media pages. Soon the new photos
joined the many others of him dressed like a sissy and smiling. The
photos made it look like he was having the time of his life. He hated
every single one but he couldn't do a thing about it. They had blocked
his ability to enter or change anything without their approval. The
Strawberry Shortcake background, the text written about how much he loved
dressing up, putting on makeup and doing his hair. How much he loved
dressing his Ken dolls up in Barbie's outfits and watching Shirley Temple
movies were plastered all over his media pages. What she was entering
about his new photographs made him cringe.
"Today I'm going to ballet classes. Oh, I can't wait to learn how to
dance so gracefully and better yet, wear those precious leotards and
tights with the filmy skirts and tutus. They're just sooooo cute," she
typed.
"OMG! She's enrolled me in ballet classes. I don't want to do any of
that sissy stuff especially in front of a bunch of other girls. Isn't it
humiliating enough that she's posting all that on the internet? Now
she's going to make me go out in public dressed like this. I'm so dead,"
he thought as he watched his files being updated.
Finished at the computer Mrs. Hillshire went to a drawer and removed a
pink silk scarf and fastened over his head. She tied it into a neat bow
at the left side of his chin. She grabbed a pink and white tote from
beside the vanity and taking his hand like he was a little child, led him
into the foyer where his mother was waiting.
"Please Mother, not this?" he plead in a trembling soft voice.
"Don't be ridiculous David. Ballet will give you grace which I'm sad to
say is still lacking despite all Mrs. Hillshire's efforts. After a few
lesions, I'm sure you will learn to love it," she replied.
Ooo
Margaret's School of Ballet and Yoga was located in a strip mall. The
glass enclosed front would allow passers by a good look into the practice
area. Margaret was a small of frame but stern looking older woman
wearing a black leotard and white tights. Her grey streaked hair was
tied in a tight bun on the back of her head. In her left hand was what
looked like a thin black walking stick. He was to discover that the
stick not only counted out the cadence but was also a painful incentive
to do better. She gave David a close look then smiling welcomed Doris to
her studio. By the time Doris left, David was signed up for both Ballet
and yoga.
"Mrs. Davis, I don't mind having a sissy attend my classes. However I
think, as long as he looks so divine, can attend, provided we use a more
girlish name. As it is, he would create more of a disturbance than a
help," she stated.
"I haven't given that any thought. It was my intention to keep calling
him by his given name just to remind him and everyone else that he is a
sissy. Now that you mention it, I guess for the sake of this class, we
can do that. It has to be something sissy sounding though," Doris
replied.
"How about Devina? It's close to his real name and very prissy
sounding," Margaret offered.
"Devina sounds good but it reminds me too much of that Devina de Ville
character from that animated movie. Much too strong for a shy sensitive
boy like him, I like Priscilla much better. I can't think of a sissier
sounding name than that," Doris countered and so it was written and so it
was done. David would be enrolled as Priscilla. He was enrolled in both
ballet and yoga, ballet to give him grace and yoga to give him
suppleness. Ballet lessons were for four hours Monday, Wednesday and
Friday and yoga for two hours every Tuesday and Thursday.
As the women spoke David was treated as if he weren't even present. He
blushed brightly as he was given the name of Priscilla. He hated it but
after thinking about it accepted it. At least while in class, the other
students would think he was a real girl rather than a sissy. He was
dismayed when he joined the other girls waiting for class to start. They
were all girls from eight to ten years old. He stood out like a sore
thumb when he joined the line standing at the barre. Making matters
worse, he was at the end of the line closest to the window lined front.
With his height and being with such smaller girls, everyone walking past
would be sure to notice and stare at him.
After his mother left, he picked up his courage and asked Margaret whom
he was to refer to as Ma'am, about being put with some older girls. She
informed him that this was the beginner class and since he was a beginner
belonged in it. Needless to say, his first class was not enjoyable nor
was it easy. By the time he left, every muscle, every joint ached
painfully.
The little girls giggled at first but accepted the new student. During
the breaks they gathered around him asking all kinds of questions about
his makeup and other embarrassing things. They were too young to wear
makeup and wanted to know all the details like how he put it on, etc.
One of the older girls, Wendy, wanted to know if he had a boyfriend and
what it felt like kissing a boy while wearing lipstick. Some of the
younger ones wanted to know if he still played with his dollies and what
was his favorite. With all the girls asking embarrassing questions, he
was more than happy to get back to practice.
His humiliation didn't end at the studio. Doris took him from there to a
dance supply store. He was beet red by the time he entered the shop
still wearing his fancy ballerina costume. Some teenaged boys had seen
him and one even gave him a wolf whistle another shouted out for a dance.
It was a fairly large shop with mannequins scattered all about wearing
various dance costumes in both men's and women's styles. The walls were
covered in posters of various famous dancers and costumes. It was
brightly lit and had a central changing area. A young girl not much
older than David came up to them and offered assistance.
"Hi, my name is Gale and how may I assist you today? My, what a cute
outfit you have," she greeted looking at David who blushed even harder.
Gale was a pretty girl with flowing chestnut colored hair, beautiful
smile and very appealing figure. David felt his dick jump in its tight
confines as he gazed at her.
Back before his father had run off, when David had money to burn, a hot
Porsche and his manly looks Gale would have been on her back, legs spread
for him before the night was over. Gazing at her nicely tented blouse
thoughts of conquest ran through his mind but his mother quickly crushed
any such thoughts.
"Yes you may, I have a list of things I need for my sissy son David to
get from Margaret's school of dance," Doris said handing the lengthy list
to Gale. When she introduced him as her sissy son, David's penis shrunk
back into a nubbin from embarrassment.
"Sissy sooooonnnn," Gale gasped softly, surprise written all over her
face. She quickly caught herself and smiling looked at the long list.
"Wow, a sissy boy, I never would have guessed if she hadn't said
anything. This is a long list and the commission will be really good.
I'd better pretend David here is really a girl instead of a sick pervert.
Guess I better throw in some of those dancer gaffs and support panties
too," she thought as she told them to follow her.
He left the store with two large bags and his mother carried another.
Inside were four of the new very tight elastic gaffs in white, red, black
and nude along with half dozen of the support panties. The support
panties were like his panty girdles but not quite as fancy. Made of
shiny nylon spandex in bright pastel colors, they didn't have the diamond
panels or elaborate stitching of his girdles. In his opinion, the
girdles were better as these pulled everything in much tighter and with
the thick back seams separated his ass cheeks making it look much rounder
and bigger. It didn't help matters when Gale told him these panties were
made to be seen. With the gaff and support panties his groin looked as
flat as any girls.
Three leotards in a shiny nylon spandex in bright purple, black, and
emerald green fit as if they were painted on. They had short cap sleeves
and scooped necklines with built in slightly padded bra features. A
dozen pairs of tights in various colors including white, pink fuzzy leg
and arm warmers, gauzy see through dance skirts, several sweat bands and
another pair of black ballet slippers completed their purchases. Of
course he had to try on each and every item. He was required to model
his leotards, tights and matching dance skirt so his mother could consult
with Gale about the fit. The built in bra made it look like he actually
had "A" cup breasts. With each showing David could see the mirth in
Gale's eyes making him blush even more.
Finally home after a very horrible exhausting day, he was required to go
through what he had learned for Mrs. Hillshire. Then he had to remove
all the labels and tags before putting them neatly away. He spent the
rest of the day studying for his GED. When all this started, Doris
dropped him out of school. She had said it was for his own protection
because there was no telling what real boys might do to a sissy. So home
schooling it was. By the time his head finally hit the satin covered
pillow, he was too tired to even think. He was asleep almost instantly.
Ooo
He was dressed for his first yoga class. His muscles were still stiff
and sore from his dance practice and Mrs. Hillshire gave him a couple of
aspirin. He was wearing his new red gaff, red with small white polka dot
support panties and a red black lace trimmed training bra for
undergarments. For outer wear he was given a pair of pink nylon sport
short-shorts with white piping and a white nylon tee with rounded collar
and cap sleeves. A red rose bud was embroidered over the left breast.
His red lingerie could be seen through the material of both shorts and
tee. On his feet he wore a pair of white nylon ankle socks with pink
lace frills and white Kids with pink laces.
His hair was pulled up into high pig tails and secured with bright pink
satin ribbons with long streamers. The makeup consisted of pink eye
shadow with a sprinkle of glitter, black mascara and bubble gum pink
lipstick. Again, he was sprayed with that spicy floral scented perfume.
Looking into the mirror, he thought he looked much younger than he really
was. He didn't like the little girl look and for the first time wished
that his mother would dress him more like a girl his age.
"If I have to be a sissy at least she could let me dress like a more
mature one. I hate this little girl look. I look five years younger and
feel silly," he thought.
Yoga class was like ballet, a class full of young girls. There were some
older ones more his age but was predominately younger girls. The
stretching exercises did loosen up his sore muscles but many of the
positions he had to assume as the class started in earnest were very
difficult for him. Again during the breaks, his classmates wanted to
know all about the "new" girl. One older girl had asked him if he
started his period yet which brought a red glow to his cheeks. Another
wanted to know if he had a boyfriend. As before all those personal
questions left him glad when class resumed.
Yoga was only a two hour session but his body hurt even more than after
ballet. For once he was happy when Mrs. Hillshire gave him a hot bath.
When she first starting bathing him he resented it, as he was almost a
grown man. Now as she scrubbed his body it felt good even when she
reached between his legs. He was almost use to seeing his body free of
any hair. Once he had been proud of his thickly matted chest, pits and
legs but daily use of depilatories and lotions left it hairless from the
neck down to his toes. Special laser treatments removed any hint of his
once bristly face. He didn't bat an eye when she shampooed his hair with
a floral scented lotion and conditioner. He didn't react when she
cleaned out his ears with cotton swabs or even when she brushed his teeth
for him. It would do absolutely no good to argue anyway. He was too
tired, too mentally exhausted now to even think about arguing.
With his toilet completed Mrs. Hillshire had him put on his nude gaff,
yellow long-line high waist girdle. Its brown satin diamond support
panels with silver embroidered floral pattern stood out from the matte
yellow finish of the girdle. Brown elastic floral lace trimmed the legs
and waist. A matching training bra and yellow nylons completed his
lingerie.
He stepped into a yellow with large white polka dot decoration "A" line
rayon dress with built in white crinolines buttoning up the back. The
knee length flair skirted dress had short puff sleeves with brown lace
trimming and a "V" neck with brown lace embellishment. A wide brown
leather belt with large gold buckle and brown patent leather three inch
stiletto heeled pointed toed pumps completed his dressing.
Mrs. Hillshire stepped back, muttering, "Emmmm, much to mature looking.
Needs something to tone it down a bit. Ahhhh, yes." She went into his
large closet and removed a white organza bib apron with wide ruffled lace
hemming and detailed colorful floral embroidered bib. Once she had the
ribbon tie fastened into a big floppy bow, she was satisfied with his
look.
"Alright David, its time for your voice lessons and I better see a lot of
improvement today. Remember, a sissy always has a smile on his face even
when speaking. I've put the CD's in already, just be careful not to mess
your hair when you put on the headphones. When you are finished we'll
watch "On the Good Ship Lollypop" again. I expect to hear a much better
tone and pitch this time, your facial and body language had better match
up when you sing-a-long with her," she ordered.
Another daily onerous task he had to endure. His voice lessons consisted
of him listening to an eight year old girl read nursery rhymes in a
lilting sing-song voice. Once she completed a line, he had to repeat it,
imitating her as best he could, into a recorder. When his voice lessons
were completed, he had to watch a Shirley Temple movie and imitate her
voice and dance moves as best he could. If he didn't show sufficient
enthusiasm, Mrs. Hillshire used her riding crop to inspire a better
effort. Today she concentrated his efforts on mimicking her facial and
hand expressions. The worst part of these lessons had to be watching
himself in the full length mirror and knowing he was being filmed, more
embarrassing video for his media pages.
With his voice lessons over, he was allowed to relax, if you could call
it that. He spent the next two hours before supper practicing makeup
application and hair styling. David was almost proficient in his daytime
look but still had some difficulty with his night time and special
occasion makeup regiment. For these lessons he had a small combination
television and DVD player to watch and then copy from.
Doris had given him plenty of incentive to work hard in all his learning
activities by threatening him. It was her worst "no pain" punishment
that would mentally hurt the most. If he did not show progress every
day, he would be given a buzz cut. It was mortifying to be dressed like
a girl but with a boy's haircut any pretense that he was a real girl
would be destroyed. As much as he hated to admit it, he could easily
pass as a girl. Knowing that helped him make it through the day. With
his long hair gone his humiliation would be much worse. If he were ever
to escape, it would have to be as a girlie-girl as he had no other
choice. With a buzz cut he would stand out in any crowd and wouldn't get
very far. So he concentrated on all his lessons trying to show daily
improvement.
With each passing day, his dreams of his father coming to save him
diminished. If he were ever to escape, it would have to be by his own
doing. He understood that escaping looking the way he did, with no money
or other assistance would be very difficult. The few times he had been
out in public had been frightening and humiliating but either Mrs.
Hillshire or his mother had been with him. Out on his own would be a
completely different experience as David had noticed the looks men and
boys had given him. Looks he didn't care to think about. A prissy girl
out alone, on the dark streets of the city, helpless was a thought that
filled him with dread. Talking with the older girls in his Yoga class
and their experiences with men only made his fear the greater.
He planned escapes almost every night that first month but in the end,
after many horrible nightmares, abandoned each one. His nightmares were
pretty much the same. He was out on the dark streets, sometimes it was
day light, walking or running but the endings were the same. A shadowy
male figure would grab him from behind and pull him into a dark place.
What happened in that dark place woke him up sweating profusely or
sometimes with a shrill scream. He still occasionally had those
nightmares but had given up planning any escape.
After a meager vegan supper, it was back to his daily lessons. These
lessons he disliked the most as they consisted of reading then acting out
or repeating what he had read. What made these lessons so hard to bear
was the content of his reading matter. All his readings were about
female to male relationships. Titles such as, "Twenty-five ways to
flirt," "How to meet just the right boy," "What men and boys really want
in a relationship," and "Sensual ways to keep your man interested" made
him sick as he read then demonstrated what he had learned.
Other assignments were even worse as they related to feminine hygiene
before and after a sexual encounter or instruction pamphlets that came
with various hygiene products. He had to know and properly demonstrate
either the use or application of each one as well. After two months he
could easily recite everything there was about a woman's cycle and which
product to use and when. He also knew all the methods both pros and cons
of birth control. More embarrassing was his knowledge of alternative
ways to keep a man from performing vaginal sex but still satisfied.
With each passing day he was becoming more and more the prissy girlie-
girl his mother and Mrs. Hillshire desired. So far they were satisfied
with his progress but weren't sure just how far to take it. Mrs.
Hillshire was positive that getting him to date boys would do wonders in
setting his mindset in the right direction but Doris wasn't so sure.
Another thing she still wasn't sure about was starting him on hormone
replacement therapy. She wasn't so concerned about giving him female
hormones as she was about him growing breasts. She liked his flat sissy
chest and the fact that he still had functioning genitalia. If those
traits changed he would be more woman than sissy and she wasn't sure if
she would like that. Decisions, decisions so many yet to make Doris
decided to just think about them for the moment.
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