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Old Before His Time Revisited
By Cheryl Lynn
This story was originally posted by Verna Benson, one of my favorite
authors. I have no way to contact her for permission to expand on her
story. Vera if you object I will have this deleted. I recently became
reacquainted with it and had to stop my work on a new joesixpack.com
story to do this. It just popped into my head and had to write it down.
Not for the squeamish or gentle reader. The usual disclaimers apply and
may be downloaded for private use only. Any other use is strictly
prohibited.
Old Before His Time Revisited
Jeremy Hill was beginning his senior year and had just turned eighteen
when his life took a very drastic turn. He and two buddies stole some
whiskey and gotten drunk. In an alcohol daze they decided it would be a
good idea to steal a car and go for a joy ride. A bad idea, a very bad
idea indeed as they were caught, jailed and received criminal records.
Fortunately, Jeremy had no previous record and was just a passenger, not
the instigator. He was released into his step mother's custody and told
to sin no more or else. The or else meant three years in an adult
prison since he was eighteen. This episode in his life was just one of
many less criminal activities that pushed his step mother over the
brink.
His father had divorced his step mother and moved to another country
with his girlfriend. Jeremy had never known his real mother as his dad
married his step mother, Dana, when he was only nine and thought the
relationship was strained and a bit distant, he considered her his
mother.
Dana was a big full figured woman with shoulder length chestnut wavy
hair streaked with grey. She was ten years older than his father when
they married but was good looking back then. When he left her for a
much younger woman, she let herself go and over the intervening years
become an embittered old fat lady. Jeremy's antics didn't help her
disposition and now she had had enough. The stress of the court hearing
and significant fine put her over the edge.
On the way home from the courthouse, she gave him the riot act. "Jeremy
I've had it with you. Over the past two years you have been in fights,
caught smoking pot and drinking more times than I can count. Now this!
Caught stealing a car with those hoodlum friends of your and from this
moment on things are going to change," she yelled.
Jeremy could only cringe at hearing her tirade. He knew he had way
overstepped his bounds and was afraid of what was coming next. "From
now on you will follow my rules to the letter or I will see you placed
in the system. Can you imagine what those prisoners will do to a young
boy such as you? Well, picture that in your mind because that's where
you'll wind up if you disobey in the future. Do you understand what I
just said?" she barked.
"Eeerrrr, yes ma'am," he replied scared to his bones at the thought of
what she suggested.
"Starting today you will undergo an attitude adjustment. First, you
are being withdrawn from school. I'll be damned if I'll see you hanging
around with those hoodlums you call friends. You'll stay home and learn
to be a fulltime housekeeper. To make sure you don't take off during
the nights, you'll be sleeping with me. During the day I'll watch you
like a hawk and any misstep on your part will be dealt with my belt.
You are going to become a whole new person. Someone I won't have to
worry about bailing out of jail," she stated.
Ooo
Over the ensuing weeks his life changed in ways he never expected. As
soon as they got home, she had him pack everything that was his into
cardboard boxes including all his clothing. The only thing he had to
wear while she took his belongings to a charity shop was her old ratty
pink terry bathrobe and matching slippers.
When she returned she tossed a bag to him and told him to get dressed.
He was horrified when he removed the contents. A pair of grey nylon
full cut panties was on the top. He grimaced noticing the stain in the
cotton crotch and guessed correctly that the grey color had come from
numerous washings rather than the original color. White splotches could
be seen on close inspection. A pair of obviously used gold lame
polyester stretch pants and what looked like a very large little girl's
baby doll styled blouse with Winnie the Poo on it.
He looked up from the pile of clothing open mouthed in shock. "Dana
wha....yo...you can....can't be serious" he stammered.
"As serious as a heart attack! Now put them on or do I have to get my
belt!" she exclaimed.
Jeremy had had a number of experiences with her heavy leather belt and
in his current position decided to do as he was told. He felt the fool
as he stood before the full length mirror looking at his image. The
pants fit him like a second skin, pulled uncomfortably tight in the
groin, separated his ass cheeks and revealed distinct panty lines. The
pink full cut blouse made him look even more foolish. Blushing he
followed her out of his room and into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, she tied a lime green ruffled nylon apron around his
waist and showed him how to prepare a simple chicken salad dinner.
After eating she instructed him on cleaning up the dishes and kitchen.
With the kitchen cleaned to her satisfaction, they sat on the living
room couch where they watched an inane woman's talk show having tea.
Evening tea was one of Dana's nightly rituals while she watched
television. Jeremy didn't like tea much less the stupid women's shows
she preferred. This evening he had no choice. Fumbling with the
impossibly tiny tea cup handle took most of his attention.
At nine o'clock she escorted him up to her bedroom, handed him one of
her old lavender flannel nightgowns with white floral lace trimming and
took him into her bathroom. As she prepared a hot bubble bath and
gatherer other things from the linen closet, he stripped. Undressed he
stood before his step mother, hands clasped over his genitals blushing.
"Move those hands out of the way. It's nothing I haven't seen before,"
she ordered. Dana had a disposable white bibbed plastic apron and a
pair of disposable plastic gloves on. From the look on her face, Jeremy
had no choice but to comply.
Coated from his lower face down to his toes in a thick burning smelly
cream he fidgeted hoping she would let him get it off. Dana just looked
at her watch with a smug smile before telling him to jump into the
shower. He was dismayed to see all his body hair clogging up the drain.
"Out of the frying pan and into the fire," he thought as he eased into
the tub full of lavender scented oily water.
His humiliation didn't stop with a soak and loss of body hair. His
blush turned scarlet when she began washing him like a baby with a
floral scented soap. Washed and dried with a towel wrapped around his
upper torso, she shampooed and conditioned his long dirty blond hair.
Like most boys he kept his hair long, seldom washed and below the
shoulder in a low pony tail.
With his hair washed, she made him sit on the commode with his back to
her. She began sectioning and rolling his tresses in wire bristle
curlers making sure they were as tight against his scalp as she could
get them. Once his head was completely in curlers, she tied a pink hair
net into place. Handing him her old flannel nightgown, she instructed
him to go wait in her room.
When she came out she looked a lot like he did. She was wearing an old
blue with white dotted flannel gown and blue terry slippers with her
hair up in rollers. The big difference was that she had a white cotton
sleep cap covering her curlers. Sleep did not come easily for Jeremy
and her loud snoring didn't help. He was mortified as he lay next to
his step mother, hairless, head a mass of painful bristle curlers and
only wearing a flannel nightie.
The next morning after he fixed their breakfast of oatmeal, juice and
coffee, he was back in her bathroom. There he was introduced to
douching and maxi-pads. Dressed in the same clothing he had been given
the night before, she took him outside and into her car. He didn't
think he could be more embarrassed last nigh but today would be much
much worse.
Her first stop was with her stylist. In the salon his hair was died
brown with grey highlights and styled into a tight bun at the back of
his head. His ears were pierced and gold studs inserted. A manicurist
attached ceramic three inch nail extensions on his fingers and painted
them a vivid flaming red. Finally the salon visit was over only to be
taken to another place where he was introduced to makeup. The
cosmetologist working under specific orders from Dana slathered on the
foundation, powder and other cosmetics only worn by much older women
finishing off the look with a vivid red lipstick and vanilla scented
perfume. One of the first things she did, against her advice, was shave
off Jeremy's eyebrows as that usually resulted in permanent hair loss.
She made sure that Jeremy understood every step in the makeup procedure
so that he could do it himself. Of course that would take a lot of
practice but Dana had watched carefully as well. It would take a week
or so but she felt confident Jeremy would be able to do his own makeup.
She was especially pleased with the high thin painted on arches over his
eyes.
The next stop was the large charity shop for his new wardrobe. There
she purchased the most outrageous outfits she could find. Pants only
suited for an older woman such as silver lame, red Capri's, yellow
polyester and pink spandex. The tops were all baby doll style with
childish logos like Barbie and Barney with lace frills and bibbed lacy
collars. Lingerie such as full cut granny style nylon panties, high
waist panty girdles in yellow, blue, red, white and black, full coverage
bras in white, beige, yellow, red and black, heavy beige and black
support hose and several flannel nightgowns. She purchased one house
dress. It was an A-line style with a full skirt in a pink gingham print
with white stiff cotton cuffs and collar. A plain black leather purse
and six pairs of pointed toed high heels finished their shopping.
Jeremy stood before the triple glass mirror in horror. What stared back
at him was an old woman with garish makeup and wearing pink polyester
stretch pants with clear girdle lines, a puffed sleeved rounded neckline
lime green cotton baby doll blouse with pink Powder Puff Girl decoration
and black two inch block heeled pumps. If he bent slightly the top of
his white Playtex Eighteen hour full coverage bra could be seen. Dana
had stuffed the cups with pink satin pads to give them shape.
"Dana, why are you doing this to me? I could perhaps see dressing me up
girlie but why so old? If my skin wasn't so smooth I'd think I was a
middle aged woman," he asked as he stood before the mirror.
"I told you that I was going to change your image. Making you into a
young girl wouldn't keep you out of trouble. Who knows you might really
get into it and decide to run away and live the life of a carefree lady.
In any case, I decided if you were a woman more my age that would stop
any shenanigans you might think about doing. Besides I like having a
woman my age who shares my interest around the house," she replied.
"Bu....but I don't want to be an old woman and....and I certainly don't
share your interest. Please, if I have to dress this way at least let
me look my age," he plead.
"Oh no, you had your chances. There's little trouble you can get into
as an older woman. You might not like the same things I do but give it
time and exposure and I'm sure you'll come round to my way of thinking,"
she snapped.
The rest of the week he spent learning how to maintain a household and
put on his heavy makeup. The two things he hated the most about his
situation were first the pain in his feet and calves from the tight
pointed toed shoes and the relentless pressure of the girdle on his poor
groin and waist. It's not like he enjoyed any of what had happened to
him but those bothered him the most.
Another irritant was the smell. All his clothing was used and had a
distinct "oldness" odor no matter how well washed. Sleeping with his
step mother, using the same soaps, talc and perfume had an "old person"
aroma. He was even using the same liniment on his aching calves and feet
as she was.
After a month under her thumb, Dana made some more changes. She had
been spending a lot of time on the internet and found some interesting
products. Ever since Jeremy had mentioned how smooth his skin was had
started her thinking.
"The boy's right, his skin tone and overall demeanor is taking away from
the older woman look I want him to have. There must be some way to
change that just like I changed his appearance. I'm not all that
computer savvy but maybe I can find what I'm looking for there," she
thought.
Packages arrived and she secreted them away. She began spiking his food
and evening tea with what she had purchased. Accidents began happening
soon after. Embarrassing accidents like peeing in bed and worse,
farting but finding out he had serious messed his girdle covered ass
happened on too frequent intervals. It got to the point where he was
forced to wear adult diapers full time.
To change his demeanor she taught him to walk in a side by side old
woman's shuffle. Plus she tied a ribbon into the front curlers on his
head and fastened it to his bra strap forcing his head down and
shoulders to slump. She kept him tied until he walked that way
naturally.
To help him cope with what was happening she said he needed an emotional
anchor. That anchor would be smoking and soon he was addicted to
nicotine and More Menthol 120's. His skin began to dry, became flaky
and itchy, so twice daily treatments with a moisturizing medicinal
smelling lotion were instituted. Soon after, his skin took on a
yellowish-brown color and wrinkles began appearing where only smooth
skin had been.
During this entire time Jeremy was seldom without tightly pinned up
hair. Every morning after his toilet, she would put his hair in tight
wire bristle curlers. He had to wear his hair like that all day and
night covered with various colored hairnets. In the morning she would
take them out and start all over again. The only time she didn't pin
his hair up was when she had her friends over for a game or two of
bridge.
It was during one of those interludes when the girls were coming over to
play bridge that Dana probable did her worse damage to Jeremy. He was
dressed in his gingham dress, hair braided and coiled into a bun at the
back of his head serving tea when it happened. As usual the girls were
poking fun and laughing at his expense. Eloise had brought her seventy-
five year old mother, Doris, with her. Doris was wearing cataract
glasses, the old fashioned gigantic, "coke bottle" thick glasses making
her eyes look huge. Eloise was complaining that she should be wearing
her new ones but she hated those.
Doris took the new ones from her purse and slung them at Eloise saying,
"You like them so damn much you wear them."
Dana stepped up and retrieved the unwanted glasses and put them on
Jeremy as the room erupted in laughter. Doris was laughing so hard she
broke out in a fit of coughing her eyes filled with tears.
Jeremy was ordered to go to the bathroom and check out his new look. He
stumbled around, holding his hands out in front of him having difficulty
with his depth perception. Everything was fuzzy and flat looking but he
finally made it to the medicine cabinet mirror. He had to put his nose
almost against the mirror to see clearly.
"OMG! These have to be the biggest faggot glasses I have ever seen.
They were brown faux turtle shell, big square frames with rounded
corners with gold trim. The sides of the frame came down the sides to
attach the thick glass lens at the bottom. They were not only hideous
but heavy pinching the top of his nose making him wheeze slightly with
each breath.
Those glasses only left his face when he went to bed over the next
several months. When they were taken off one day Jeremy panicked his
heart racing as the world around him was fuzzy and indistinct. Dana
held a book up to him telling him to read it. His panic grew as he saw
nothing but a big smeared blob and began crying.
"Perfect," he heard his step mother say as she handed him back the now
necessary glasses.
With the glasses now a permanent part of him, her friends began bringing
over special gifts for him when they played bridge. Of course these
gifts brought gales of laughter from them and more embarrassment for
him. Gifts such as a gold chain to secure the glasses so he wouldn't
drop them, stick on gold initials and a pair of those gigantic
sunglasses senior citizens wear over their regular glasses added to his
humiliation.
The glasses were the straw that broke Jeremy's back. From that point
onward he became an old woman just like his step mother. He discovered
the joys of soap operas and romance novels. Dressing and putting on
makeup became just another part of his daily routine. When he turned
twenty, Dana decided it was time for him to move on. After searching
and placing ads on various internet dating sights found him a man. She
found a man that was looking for someone just like her Jeremy and who
wasn't dangerous. Dates were arranged and while initially against it,
Jeremy was too beaten down mentally and physically to stop it.
In the end he reluctantly agreed to move in with William, thirty-five
years his senior and become his housemate. It was a bit of a rocky
start for Jeremy. He wasn't gay and having to perform as the bottom
removed what little masculinity he had. To make the sexual experience
more pleasurable, William had Jeremy's teeth extracted and dentures put
in. Over time Jeremy resigned himself to his altered lifestyle. His
vision worsened and due to the chemicals Dana had given him much weaker
and needed a cane to get around. His husband didn't complain as long as
he received the sexual attentions he desired which for an older man were
considerable. Jeremy did his housekeeping duties and enjoyed an
afternoon playing bridge with his step mother and friends over several
glasses of wine.
The End
Verna a lot of us miss your works. If you are still out there, thank
you. CL
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