Beauty and The Beast Chapter 10
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DEVLIN by Throne
First he opened the door to the girls' locker room and snapped pictures
with his phone. Then he sent e-mails suggesting that the English
teacher, Mr. Poley, craved other men. And finally he outdid himself,
spreading the rumor that Police Chief West was cheating on his wife.
Devlin loved causing trouble and basking in the notoriety he earned.
His single mom, Meg, had lost control of him. But now she had a new
friend, a woman several years her senior, Amanda, who had been keeping
track of the son's misdeeds and reminding her that she had legal control
of him. Devlin came home, glowing with pride over all the mean tricks
he had played, expecting to tell his mother off if she dared to lecture
him. Instead, he found Meg and Amanda at the kitchen table, chatting
and nibbling raw vegetables. He didn't like it that his bad behavior
was being ignored.
They looked at him with neutral expressions. He was short and slightly
built, with soft features and hair that hung to his collar. He sneered
at them and said, "Ugh. How can you eat that rabbit food?" His
mother's face turned serious and she said, "We had a call from Chief
West. He's not at all happy with what you've been saying about his
wife. He knows it's not true and so do we. But he also mentioned that
those pictures you took of the girls could lead to some very serious
charges being brought against you. So could the messages you spread
around about your teacher. I'm afraid the prosecutor has scheduled a
hearing to determine if you need to be sent to Masterlad
Rehabilitation." His eyes grew large with fear. He found his voice and
said, "B... but, that place is like a prison. And there are older boys
there. They treat small guys like me, um, really rough."
"Actually," Amanda said, "there is an alternative." She stood up,
looking severe with her short hair, lack of cosmetics, and unfeminine
attire. After letting Devlin squirm for several moments she said,
"Because I'm a licensed social worker, the court will put you into my
custody. As long as I, or your mother, give them good reports you can
avoid Masterlad. But..." she intoned coldly "... you would have to obey
us absolutely. Which do you choose, boy?" He wanted to snap at her, to
say something rude about the attention she paid to his mom, but decided
to cooperate to avoid being sent away. He could figure out some
strategy to deal with them later. He said, "I'd rather be in your
custody." Being manipulative by nature and long practice, he added, "I
know you both want to what's right for me and will take the best care of
me." "Oh yes," said Meg. "We will give you exactly the care you
deserve."
"Well," he told her, "now that it's settled, I'm going out for a while."
His mother shook her head and announced, "You're not going anywhere."
Amanda backed her up with a challenging stare. Devlin found himself
unable to respond to either of them. He shifted around nervously. His
mother barked, "Stand still. Stop fidgeting. We're going to start a
complete make-over of you right now. First thing, get out of that ugly
T-shirt and those worn jeans. The expensive running shoes, too."
Devlin seemed to grow smaller, as if her words were reducing his limited
stature further. He began to pull up the bottom of his shirt and then
thought better of it. He explained, "I should go into the other room."
His mother disagreed. "You should get out of those things right here.
And you will." He opened his mouth but could think of no response.
Instead he pulled the shirt over his head. It was his favorite, with a
gruesome picture of the cover art from the latest album by his favorite
band, Double Doom.
She rose and held out her hand. He reluctantly passed the garment to
her. Devlin was shocked when she stepped on the foot pedal of the trash
can and, as the lid popped up, tossed the shirt in atop the crumpled
paper towels and discarded food packaging. Then she ordered him to
remove his shoes. Numbly, he did as he was told. When it was time to
strip out of his pants he looked at Amanda and then back at his mother.
Meg said, "You're going to be in her custody, Devlin. There's no point
in being modest around Amanda. We will both have equal say in your...
transformation." He didn't like the sound of that but he undid his
prized jeans and got out of them. Standing in just his jockey shorts
and socks, he felt helpless and concerned. The women looked him up and
down. He started to fidget but then remembered that his mother had told
him to be still.
Meg got her handbag off top of the small bookcase that held her
cookbooks. She opened it and pulled out a pink paper bag. Devlin
recognized the name on it, written in swirling red letters. It was from
a shop in the mall, the store that sold sexy clothes for women. He had
tried several times to peek into their changing booths. She handed it
to him and said levelly, "Get out of those shorts and put on these.
Now." He opened the bag and reached in to pull out... a pair of
panties. Devlin held up the high-cut, filmy, apricot colored bit of
nothing. He said disbelievingly, "You can expect me to put on something
like this." "Of course we can," his mother assured him. "It's part of
the program Amanda has decided on for you. In her professional opinion,
wearing your old wardrobe reinforced the way you saw yourself, as a
ruffian. What we put you into now will be much nicer and will promote
better manners and a very different self-image." She waited to hear if
he would make any protest. Thoughts of Masterlad, of what he had heard
happened to newcomers there, filled his mind.
Devlin hooked his fingers under the elastic of his shorts. He hesitated
only a moment to request, "May I turn my back? Please?" "Wellll," Meg
considered. "Because you said please, you may. And be quick." He put
his back toward them and hurriedly skinned his jockeys down his hairless
legs. Then he stepped into the unwanted panties. For long seconds he
froze, bracing himself for what he knew he had to do. Then Devlin
pulled them over his thighs and tugged them all the way up. The opaque
crotch panel flattened his small genitals and made them invisible. He
felt considerably less boyish the instant he was in the panties. Amanda
decided, "I want to see them from every angle, Devlin. Walk around and
model them for your mother and I." He blushed deeply as he took a
tentative step. Then he circled the kitchen. Amanda told him not to be
so flat-footed, but to lift his heels slightly. He obeyed and hoped
they would let him remove the hated finery as soon as they had gotten a
good look.
"Excellent," Amanda declared. "You'll be wearing panties all the time
from now on." Devlin felt faint at that news. He tried to say
something but his mother was already taking a second, larger bag from
one of the kitchen chairs. It held lime-colored slacks that he could
see would be tight on him. Then came a fitted, pullover shirt with wide
horizontal stripes, in rainbow colors. His stomach tightened up at the
thought of being seen in such a... a fruity outfit. Then, from the
bottom of the bag came a pair of shoes, canvas slip-ons in pale yellow,
with red laces. Stunned, he slowly donned the unwanted items. The
women nodded approvingly and used terms like 'sweet' and 'unaggressive'.
He looked down at himself, at the clinging shirt and attention-getting
shoes. His hand went behind him to feel the seat of the pants; the rear
seam went up between his butt cheeks, separating them. This was
horrible. He was still trying to compose a response in his head, some
way to talk himself out of this, when his mother took out her cell
phone.
She hit a pre-set number and said, "Hello, Chief West? First, thank you
again for not bringing charges against Devlin... yet. Second, I wanted
you to know that Amanda has started her program and he is responding
well... so far. Let me use my phone to take a picture and send it to
you." Devlin took a step back, as if ready to flee, but then stopped.
The last thing he needed was to have the policeman reverse his lenient
position. He stood where he was and Amanda had him hold his arms out
from his sides. She pointed out, "You're making fists, Devlin. That's
aggressive. Please open your hands and allow your wrists to go limp.
Better. Now relax the tension in your neck and let your head tilt to
the side a bit. Much better. Alright, Meg, he's ready for his close-
up." Devlin's Mom chuckled as she aimed the camera and took not one,
but three shots of him. When she transmitted them to Chief West her son
got the feeling that something irreversible had just happened.
Meg hit speaker phone and asked, "And will you still be using those the
way we discussed?" Devlin heard him reply, "Yes, dear. I'll be posting
them on our site so all the officers can see them, next to a shot of the
'old' Devlin. I want them to be able to recognize him easily. They'll
be instructed that if he behaves, they're to leave him alone. If he
makes ANY trouble, however, well... I've spoken to Judge Watkins and to
my friends at Masterlad, and we all agree that it would be necessary to
send him there to be held while charges for his offenses were brought."
Meg assured him, "We expect Devlin to be a new... boy... from now on."
She gave another of those chuckles, which her son found disturbing. He
really wished he had picked someone else to spread that false rumor
about. As soon as his Mom said goodbye and closed her phone, she and
Meg began correcting his posture and teaching him a walk that they
identified as 'non-hostile' but which he though of as wimpy. He had to
take small steps and place his feet one in front of the other, like some
pansy. When he did it his hips even swayed. He told himself that he
would change his gait as soon as he was away from the house but Amanda
reminded him that, "We'll both be keeping an eye out for you. As will
every police officer in this city." Then his mother announced, "This
has been a good start. Now I need you to go to Gilliam's Market and
pick up a few items. I'll give Mr. G. a call and tell him what I need.
He'll bill us because you'll be making regular visits there and,
frankly, I don't trust you with cash or my credit card."
As Devlin left, maintaining that hated walk, aware of how he looked, he
thought about the owner of the grocery store. He had given Mr. G. a lot
of trouble, disrupting business, messing up the stuff on his shelves,
and even shoplifting a few small items. Worse, he knew Mr. G. was aware
of everything he had done and, even though he was a nice person, owed
Devlin paybacks. The young man let his shoulders slump and his arms
hang at his sides as his steps deteriorated into their old patterns. He
was beginning to calm down, thinking he might still be able to minimize
the damage to his image, when a prowl car rolled toward him, slowed
down, and the officer driving it honked his horn. He called out,
"Posture, Devlin," and his smile was smirking. The worried boy snapped
right back into what he was now thinking of as his 'sissy walk'. The
officer waved cheerily and drove on. Then it struck Devlin that, to get
to the store, he had to go right down Center Street which was, well, the
central street in town. There would be shopkeepers and customers
everywhere, all of them unable to miss seeing him. With renewed concern
he continued on his mincing way.
As he neared the store, several people noticed him. He felt painfully
conspicuous in that awful outfit. Knowing that he had panties on
underneath only made it worse. His buddy Josh sped by on his racing
bike, giving him a wide-eyed glance. That cute girl, Tanya, came around
a corner and walked directly toward him, looking Devlin up and down, her
expression turning from wonderment to amusement. As she passed she said
levelly, "Nice clothes, Devlin. Maybe I can borrow them sometime." He
blushed hotly but didn't say anything. At last he reached Gilliam's
Market and hurried inside, relieved to at least be off the street. But
once he was indoors he was spotted by matronly Mrs. Austin, the town
gossip. The full-figured woman stepped into his path and said
disbelievingly, "Devlin?" He hugged himself and averted his eyes, then
reluctantly met her curious gaze, saying meekly, "Yes, Ma'am." She
commented, "This is quite a new look for you. What's going on?"
Feeling cowed, he confessed his situation, regretting it as he revealed
everything, but unable to stop himself. Where was his usual
evasiveness? She nodded in a knowing and superior way, before telling
him, "I'm sure this will make you a better... person. I'll tell all my
friends, so they won't bother you with a lot of questions." He wanted
to snap back at her that she would tell her friends because she was an
annoying blabbermouth, but instead responded, "Thank you, Mrs. Austin.
I appreciate that." The woman gave him a smirking smile and said, "I
can see that the program is working already."
Next he had to face Mr. G. The older man peered down at him critically.
Devlin could only stand there and squirm. Another customer approached
and the store's owner made a point of ignoring the youngster while he
waited on the man. Devlin hoped no one would approach him from behind
and see the way his pants were shaped to his backside. He just wanted
to rush home and hide in his bedroom. At least that was one place where
he could be himself, surrounded by his video games, movies, and rock
magazines. At last Mr. G. deigned to wait on him. He even had the
nerve to make Devlin modify his posture, having him move his feet closer
together as he stood there and then cross his hands in front of his
waist. Leaving him that way for several minutes while he called Meg to
find out if she wanted any additional items to be added to the order.
When she didn't, he produced a full, re-usable shopping bag, bright pink
with large colorful flowers printed all over it. He instructed the
horrified youth to drape the carrying strap over his shoulder. Devlin
couldn't miss the fact that it now looked like a girl's oversized bag.
With the sensation that he was on display, he got ready to leave. But
Mr. G. stopped him and handed him something. It was a package of
chewing gum, one of those too sweet fruit flavors. "Go on," the smiling
man told him. "Try some. Your mommy said it would be okay for me to
give it to you. It's sugarless." Devlin unhappily took the wrapper off
and popped a piece into his mouth. It tasted terrible and would make
his breath smell perfumed. Voicing a miserable 'thank you, Sir', he
resumed his far-from-manly style of moving as he exited.
The walk home was a nightmare. Tanya reappeared with three of her
friends. They giggled at Devlin's appearance and insisted on taking
pictures of him with their phones, chattering the entire time about
posting them on-line. In the past he would have said something nasty to
them and stalked off, but now he was too afraid of getting into trouble,
and of what that could lead to. If he was sent to Masterlad, would his
Mom and Amanda make him go there in clothes like these? He dreaded to
think of what a first impression that would make with the guys already
there. He finally escaped from the girls and, with their laughter
ringing in his ears, continued toward his house. Two of his pals were
in the neighborhood and wanted to know why he was dressed 'like what you
said Mr. Poley is'. He cringed and told them, trying to make it sound
like he was such a bad-ass that his behavior had driven the adults to
these extreme measures, but it sounded more like he was whining about
something he wasn't cool enough to avoid having done to him. Then Chief
West rolled up in his patrol car and stopped. He called out, "Devvy, I
don't think your Mom would want you associating with the rougher sort of
boys. You should go straight home. I'm sure she has some chores for
you to do around the house." Feeling about two feet tall, he said,
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Chief West. I'll head right home."
Off he swished, wishing he could stop taking those measured steps, with
the excited chatter of his friends -- if that's what they still were --
fading behind him. He got back to the house and Meg and Amanda made him
carefully remove most of the items from the bag. His Mom complimented
him on how pleasant the gum made his breath, and said she would put it
on every order so he would always have a good supply. Then he had to
put away all the food. At the bottom of the bag he found scented soap
and shampoo, which he was dismayed to learn Amanda had selected for him.
Devlin had to put them in the bathroom and was instructed to always use
them when he bathed. His Mom showed him a big bottle of bubble bath
someone had given her the previous Christmas, and said he should use it
whenever he was in the tub. When he protested in a subdued voice that
he only took showers, she informed him that from then on he would sit in
the tub to make sure he didn't rush and 'miss any spots'. She also
handed him a list of jobs to do inside the house. There was a new
magnet on the fridge, of a cartoon unicorn, and he was to use that to
keep this note and all future ones like it posted. His only relief was
that she said he could take a half hour to rest, lying on his bed. With
a sigh he left them, angry about the way he had to walk and upset by how
snug his panties were.
When he reached the sanctuary of his room, however, he got the most
traumatic shock yet. There was a new bedspread, dust ruffle and pillow
covers, all of them excessively girly. His hard rock magazines had been
replaced with ones featuring wimpy boy bands. The video games he was
devoted to were gone. His cd's had been replaced by sappy sugary hits.
Even his prized baseball cap was gone from the bedpost, in its place a
short-brimmed cap, electric green. In a daze, he turned on the TV.
When no picture came on he checked and discovered that the cable had
been disconnected. He knew Amanda was handy with tools; she must have
done it. Suddenly his Mom was at the door, smiling benignly at him.
She explained, "The programs you like to watch are too violent." Amanda
was with her and went on, "Or else too lowbrow." Then his mother
finished, "So now you can just watch movies. Naturally, we had to
switch everything you had to titles that would help you with your
program. You might want to start with the complete first season of
Rainbow Studio." What? That show was for girls. It was all a bunch of
silly junk, with the characters yapping about clothes and dreamy boys.
If anyone knew he watched that he would lose all respect. The two women
eyed him expectantly. Everyone sensed that this was a showdown, and he
could either rebel or give in. With everything that was stacked against
him, he saw only one possible way to handle it. In a hushed, respectful
voice, Devlin said, "Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Amanda." The other
woman said, "Please, call me Aunt Amanda. I think that will help you."
He could only say, "Thank you, AUNT Amanda."
Five minutes later, Devlin was lying in bed, on his back, atop the new
bedspread. On the TV, with the sound turned very low, the premier
episode of Rainbow Studio was running. Three attractive young girls
were discussing cosmetics as they sat in the bedroom of one of them. In
the past, Devlin would have been staring at the girls, being critical of
the tiniest flaws in their looks, fantasizing about dating one of them
and making the others jealous. Now he could only lie there,
shellshocked, and let the images wash through his mind. He shifted his
hips, wishing he could at least remove those panties that compressed his
crotch so tightly. He bit his lower lip. The image on the screen
changed and now the trio of girls were in school. All at once he gasped
as he realized that soon he would be back in class. Did his Mom expect
him to wear panties there, to have on clothes like he was sporting now,
to walk the way they had showed him and to restrain his body language?
That would be a social disaster for him. He got up numbly and followed
the sound of voices to the den. His Mom and her friend were sitting on
the couch, very close together, speaking in low voices. When they
noticed him both of them stopped talking. Amanda gave him an interested
look and said, "Yes, Devlin? May we help you?" With his voice
quivering, he wanted to know about his wardrobe for school. She said
reasonably, "Well, dear, school is where you've had a lot of your
trouble. So it's essential that you wear what your treatment dictates.
Isn't it?" He had no words to contradict that, so he simply nodded
agreement.
Then his mother joined in, telling him, "There's one other thing,
darling. Amanda and I have been discussing how we should address you.
We want to make you more aware of your gentler self, your feminine side.
So we've decided that, whenever you're here, you will be called Angela.
I think that's the right thing to do. Don't you?" They wanted to call
him a girl's name? His shoulders went back and his head came up. As he
was about to say something, Amanda added, "Chief West agrees, too. He
said that you accepting it would show your sincerity. You know, as one
more reason NOT to have you sent to Masterlad. But of course, the final
decision is yours." There it was again. Their trump card. The fear of
being put inside that place chilled him to the bone. He licked his lips
and said, "Whatever you think is best... Aunt Amanda." She stood up and
smiled down at him. "That's wonderful. I feel like we're making
progress already... Angela. Why, by the end of the school year, who
knows how much you will have changed?" That was something he didn't
even want to imagine. Plainly, this was going to make over his entire
life. He was trapped.
His mother said to him, "Amanda and I need some private time to... talk
about a few other matters." She got up and her hand went to the other
woman's back, to rub it briefly. "We'll be in my bedroom. You may go
back to your room and watch your show until we come for you, and then
you may begin your chores. We have something else for you to wear while
you work, so none of your pretty new things will get mussed. While
you're dusting and such, there's a sweet outfit with shorts that have a
bib front, and the nicest top that will hug you like a glove. Oh, and
some charming slippers. Plus barrettes to hold back your unruly hair.
I'm sure you'll be delighted with all of it. And so will Chief West
when we send him a half dozen or so photos. But for right now you just
go and relax." Amanda added, "And start a fresh piece of gum. We want
your breath to smell as pretty as you look, Angela."
In a daze he returned to his room, leaving his mother and her new best
friend to whatever they were going to do in her bedroom. They planned
to keep him on this insane program for the entire school year, with no
assurance that it would be over even after that. Devlin sat primly on
the edge of his bed. He was going to have to be very well behaved. Any
infraction might shift the balance of his future toward Masterlad, which
was unthinkable. From now on he would have to cease being evil Devlin
and become loving Angela. He noticed a lace-edged hankie on his bedside
table and picked it up with two fingers, aware that he had to be aware
of how he moved at all times. As he brought the little piece of cloth
up to his face he noticed that it was lightly scented with something
flowery. There were tears brimming in his eyes and he gently daubed
them away. Devlin/Angela forced a mindless smile onto his face. He
would be showing the world that expression a lot in the days to come, no
matter how humiliated his new persona made him feel. He twitched his
hips from side to side. Gee, but those lovely apricot panties fit
tightly. Still, maybe that wasn't so bad.
THE END?
(If you liked this one, I recommend SISSY THERAPY by Kate, here on
Fictionmania. It was an inspiration to me.) (And please check out my
older stories.)
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