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"Alexis," called Tabitha, her voice well modulated but her tone firm.
"Come in here, please."
In the next room, Alex was examining a photo spread in Entertain Me
Weekly magazine, of the beautiful celebrity, Kylie Maginot. The blond
beauty was decked out in a stunning latex outfit. It consisted of a snug
black skirt that reached to mid-thigh, as well as a white, short-sleeved
blouse with a flouncy black bow at the neck. His Aunt had insisted that
he give it his full attention for a half hour and that he picture himself
in those same fashions. He took a last look before placing the
publication neatly back onto the coffee table. Alex stood carefully and
smoothed down the figure-hugging rubber dress he wore. It was electric
blue, had wide shoulder straps, and the hem was near the bottom of his
calves. It fit tightly even down there, forcing him to take tiny steps.
The three inch heels on his delicate feet made him roll his pert bottom
as he moved.
When he got to the living room, his Aunt Tabitha was seated primly at one
end of the sofa, a female friend at the other, both of them holding tiny
tea cups. They wore stunning short jackets that accentuated their trim
waists, and clinging pants that showed off their slender legs.
Naturally, those items were made of latex. Alex froze. He had never
been seen like this by anyone except his Aunt. He hugged himself and bit
his lower lip.
Tabitha gave him a sharp look and said, "Posture, Alexis. Deportment.
And please get your lip out from between your teeth."
The young man put his arms at his sides and pulled back his narrow
shoulders. "I'm sorry, Aunt... I mean Auntie Tabitha. It's just
that..." His soft voice quavered. "Do I... have to be seen this way...
by her?"
"You are being quite rude, missy. Now come over here and apologize to my
friend Eudora."
Alex minced closer, putting himself directly in front of the guest. Like
Tabitha, she was early middle-aged, with well-coiffed hair that reached
to just above her collar. Her distinguished face was enhanced with
artfully applied cosmetics that dramatized her eyes and cheekbones. The
youthful male lowered his gaze to try to avoid looking at her, but that
made him focus on her the sleek boots that encased her lower legs and
diminuative feet. Their smooth rubber surface caught the light and
reflected it attractively. More unsettled than before, Alex reached up
nervously and patted the wig perched atop his head. It resembled the
style favored by the two women, but had bangs, above which was fixed a
latex bow, jet black to contrast with the blond hair. His make-up was
similar to theirs as well.
At last he found his voice and was able to say, "I apologize, Ma'am. I
didn't mean to speak inappropriately. My Auntie Tabitha has been very
patient with me while she tries to make me a... better person."
Tabitha said, "Alexis, please tell Eudora WHY I've had to start re-
educating you."
He gave his female relative a pleading look but she ignored it, waiting
with visible hauteur for his response. Alex clasped his hands in front
of him and lifted one heel, toe on the carpet, to twist his foot side-to-
side. His Aunt smirked at the blossoming of feminine body language.
Alex brought his eyes up and, when he looked at the expectant Eudora, his
cheeks pinked prettily.
At last he said, "When I came here I had a history of behaving badly. Or
at least trying to. I hung around with guys who partied a lot, but after
one drink I was a mess, and with girls I always struck out." His voice
had gotten just a hint deeper, but when Tabitha discretely touched her
ear he realized his error and resumed the whispery tone she had taught
him. Alex went on, "I had gotten into some trouble..." He glanced at
his Aunt to see if he had said enough but she made a small gesture with
her hand, indicating that he should say more. "I... um..." He squirmed
uncomfortably. "I got drunk in public, made some lewd remarks to girls,
and cursed at a police officer. My Mother was furious and there was a
chance that I might have gone to... juvenile detention."
Tabitha pointed out, "And a counselor explained what would happen to an
unmanly type like him once he got there and was put in with the rougher
sorts."
Alex blanched at being reminded what his fate might have been. He went
on, "But we were able to arrange for me to stay here. And learn how to
act." He blinked several times, getting upset again. "But I didn't know
I was going to have to dress like this." His eyes implored the women to
have mercy on him. "I just want to be a regular guy." He wrung his
hands. "And not have to wear dresses and heels and..." Alex broke down
sobbing.
His Aunt pointed out, "But real guys don't start crying so easily. And
real guys don't take so quickly to dressing pretty and acting sweet. No,
dear, you are obviously meant to be this way. You simply need a firm
guiding hand to help you get in touch with your inner Alexis. And that
is why Eudora is here. She has rather a lot of experience in, shall we
say, redirecting misbehavers like yourself. In fact, it's because of her
and her expertise that you aren't sitting in a cell right now. Sitting
or... assuming some less comfortable posture. The bottom line is that,
if Eudora decides you aren't making enough progress, juvenile detention
and all its delights are what you will soon be experiencing. So you
should THANK her. And you really should address her as..." Tabitha
turned to the other woman. "... Miss Eudora?"
Taking a sip of tea, Eudora thought about that and then nodded. "That
would be fine." She locked eyes with Alex. "Would it be acceptable to
YOU... Alexis?"
With no acceptable alternative, the uncomfortable youth said, "Yes. I
mean, yes, Miss Eudora. Thank you. Thank you so much for being here to
help me. I certainly hope you won't give me a bad report. I'll try very
hard to be everything you expect."
Was he laying it on too thick? It was awful to have to say those words,
in that voice, while appearing the way he did. But what else could he
do? Alex resolved to keep them happy by pretending to cooperate. All he
had to do was to keep a grip on his male side until this was over. It
had been a week so far. How much longer could it continue?
"Very well," said Eudora. "Now please offer to pour us some tea, Alexis.
And don't speak without asking for permission."
He hated being called by that name but put on a simpering smile and held
out his hand to the tea pot. "Would you like some more tea, Miss Eudora?
And you, Auntie Tabitha?"
The women smirked at him and held out their cups, which he refilled by
bending forward at the waist, even though it made his latex dress pull
tightly across his bottom. He heard the material give a faint squeak.
It seemed to be growing tighter. Eudora instructed him to position his
free arm behind him while pouring. He wanted to rebel but instead did as
he was told. The women enjoyed their tea and chatted about some new
clothing they had seen on-line. Alex stood by silently, telling himself
that his charade was working. Fine. It was easy to give them what they
wanted.
Just as he was congratulating himself, Eudora said to Tabitha, "You
mentioned on the phone that you were using a butt plug on Alexis. I'd
like to have a look at it."
Though he remained silent, Alex's eyes went wide. She couldn't be
serious. It had been awful having that invasive thing put inside him.
But the idea of someone inspecting it was unthinkable.
Without asking to be allowed, he spoke. "It's fine. You don't have to
check it. It's... perfect. Please don't."
"Oh my," Eudora said, "I can see she wasn't sincere when she said she
wanted to cooperate. This is more serious than I had imagined. Your
Miss Alexis is going to need EXTENSIVE lessons. I would hate to have to
give her a bad report."
He stood there with a desperate expression but the women acted like this
was a perfectly normal event. Tabitha said, "Please remove your dress,
Alexis."
Feeling close to tears, and not at all like a 'regular guy', the
flustered male reached down and gripped the hem of his dress. He worked
it slowly up his legs, ashamed to have Eudora see that they were shaved,
like the rest of his body. He got the garment past his slim waist,
wishing that he at least had some manly muscles. But Alex had never been
able to develop any. Maybe they were right when they said he was meant
to be put into dresses and other girly attire. No, that couldn't be
true. The dress wouldn't go any further and he stood there struggling,
feeling ridiculous.
Eudora suggested, "You might want to pull down the zipper in back."
Tabitha told her, "Alexis can be so helpless sometimes. In fact, a lot
of the time."
He managed to lower the zipper far enough that he could tug the dress up
and over his head. The distinctive scent of the rubber clothing, warmed
by contact with his body, filled his nostrils, making him feel dizzy.
Finally he got it all the way off and had the presence of mind to arrange
it neatly on a nearby chair. He stood there clad only in latex panties
that pressed his genitals almost flat, making him look less like a male
in that most essential area. Eudora made him walk around the room,
balancing cautiously on those heels, swishing his narrow hips and holding
his hands out from his sides. After three times around she let him stop,
once again in front of her. Alex's mind was teeming with thoughts. He
wanted to escape but there was no where to go. He wanted to protest but
that would only add to his troubles. Most of all, he wanted to be able
to return to his cherished male identity, yet that hope seemed even more
remote now than ever before.
"All right, dear," Eudora told him. "Please turn away from me and lower
those panties in the back."
He blinked back tears and nodded, saying breathily, "Yes, Miss Eudora."
Alex hooked his forefingers under the waistband of his sole covering and
began to inch them down. Gradually his pale bottom was uncovered. The
embarrassing plug was exposed, or at least its protruding end. Eudora
leaned forward to inspect it. She made a sighed and said, "I can see
your problem immediately. This is a Number 3. What she needs is a
Number 6. You want her to be fully aware of it at all times."
Tabitha said, "I guess I was trying too hard to be nice. But as Alexis
has demonstrated, that didn't work. So I'll be happy to take your advice
and move her up to a 6. Would it be okay if I waited until bedtime,
after she's had her bathroom visit?"
Eudora said that would be fine because it would give Alexis time to dwell
on what was to come. Then they got to talking about sleepwear, and
Eudora was gratified to learn that Alexis had a selection of short
nighties made of the thinnest latex. The women chatted about how
effective the right fashions could be in molding a young subject's mind.
Alex didn't like hearing that. He was already having doubts about his
ability to resist what they intended to do to him. He tried to visualize
himself back in the locker room with the other fellows, but the image
that filled his mind was of himself dressed as he was now, with all of
them pointing and laughing.
The women stood to help him back into his dress. He was happy to be able
to cover up, but every moment he spent in clothes like that seemed to sap
more of his manhood. What would be left of the old Alex in a few more
days? Or even a week? But then he reminded himself of what he had
determined to do earlier. He would just stay strong and get through the
next days or even a week. By then they would have finished with their
manipulative games and he would be free to return home. He could get
back into his old lifestyle but be a little more careful.
Eudora instructed him to sit on a wingback chair across the room, where
she could observe him. She made Alex pull his legs up and tuck his feet
under him. That made his dress ride up, which he didn't like. She began
talking about putting him into padded bras to give him the proper
contours. And bringing some friends of hers around so he could practice
respecting women. Alex didn't like the sound of that. Even so, he put
that wimpy smile back onto his face and kept it there, all the while
assuring himself that he would get through this. Still, how exactly
would Miss Eudora (he was already not just addressing her that way, but
thinking of her by that name as well) have him show respect for her
female friends?
After a moment of thought Eudora said, "I might also bring around another
young person I know who is in the same situation as Alexis. Sometimes it
can be very helpful to have two of them together. Sort of like... sissy
sisters."
He was horrified to hear about that possibility. What would happen if
another guy who had been forced into dresses was there? It was scary to
think about.
Tabitha asked if Eudora could come by daily to check on Alexis' progress.
The other woman said she would be delighted to do that. They discussed a
few other points before Eudora rose to leave. Alex tried to appear ready
to help her in any way she might desire. The two women went to the front
door with him trailing along. They set a time for the next day's visit.
Alex had to open the door, which made him freeze up inside. What if
someone passing by should glimpse him? What if they guessed that he was
a young man forced into that second skin of a rubber dress? Eudora
appeared ready to step outside when, unexpectedly, she gave Alex's bottom
a firm pat, hitting the external portion of the butt plug. He yelped
and, without thinking, raised his fist to her. She glared at him. In
slow motion he lowered his hand.
"So," Eudora said coldly. "For all his appearance of cooperation, it
would appear that your miscreant nephew has learned nothing. Certainly
not how to treat women. You know, Tabitha, I was going to suggest
another week to ten days before giving him a good report and sending him
home. But now, after that example of disrespect, I'm going to have to
revise that opinion."
Alex held his breath. Would she stretch this ordeal out to twelve days?
Or even two full weeks? He didn't know how long he could fight off their
efforts to make a sissy of him. The idea of being put with another boy
in the same fix horrified him. He looked from Eudora to Tabitha and back
again.
"I think," Eudora said slowly, "that he will need extensive efforts on my
part. And that will take... three months. Minimum."
He couldn't be sure, but Alex thought he saw a smile briefly appear on
his Aunt's lips. Then she was all business again, looking at Eudora
seriously and -- to his dismay -- agreeing with her wholeheartedly.
Three months. That would be like a life sentence to young Alex. Three
months with his body shaved, wearing wigs, face made up, body lightly
perfumed. Twelve weeks of wearing girly clothes and every bit of it, he
had a sinking feeling, would be latex. What would remain of the old Alex
after that? And how deep would the persona of Alexis be imbedded in his
mind? He was afraid to even think about it.
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