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The Reluctant Princess by Susan Kershaw Part One. "It's for his own good, you know" Danny Jenkins wasn't best pleased when his mother told him he would have to go and stay with his cousins in America for the summer. "But mom," he cried, "I want to stay here to play with my pals, not spend weeks on end with two silly girls." "Nonsense!" said Danny's mother. "It will do you good. Those friends of yours are becoming far too unruly. You need to get away from them for a while. Besides, I need to spend some time with your new step father. We haven't had much opportunity to be alone together since we got married." Danny knew it was pointless to argue with his mother when she had made up her mind, and so he resigned himself to a summer of boredom. Surely she understood that a sixteen year old boy like him would hate to be confined to the company of girls for such a seemingly endless amount of time, but he knew better than to argue. "There is a plane ticket booked for you tomorrow honey, and your clothes will be sent by courier, they should arrive very soon after you get there. Auntie Lynda and the girls will collect you from the airport, make sure you are well behaved, I have given her full authority to discipline you if you are not." The very next day, Danny found himself on board a plane bound for the USA, dreading the though of weeks or even months on end spent with three females. Ugh thought Danny. what a terrible way to spend a summer. For a sixteen year old, Danny was quite slim and young looking. In fact, he only looked about thirteen. With his slightly unkempt blonde hair, and smooth skin that hadn't yet started to sprout hair, his dainty, yet somehow handsome facial features and long eye lashes made him look almost pretty. His mind, however was most definitely that of a sixteen year old boy. He loved football, tinkering with his remote control cars and playing war games on his computer. In short, he was a typical boy who had not quite reached maturity. Locked into a game of "Call of Duty" the plane journey whizzed by for Danny and before he knew it, he was being collected at the airport by his auntie Lynda and his two cousins. Although he had not spent a lot of time with auntie Lynda, Danny remembered her as a somewhat attractive figure. Pretty, though not necessarily classically beautiful, she oozed femininity, a sort of a cross between Bette Midler and Barbara Streisand. Always nicely groomed, she would invariably smell of a delicious french perfume, and be attired in a pretty dress or smart skirt and blouse. She never, ever wore jeans. She could quite accurately be described as voloptuous. Her Streisandesque appearance though, belied a steely inner core. Auntie Lynda was a no nonsense woman indeed as the fact that she had managed to come out of a previous marriage financially secure for life paid testament to. The plain fact was, that her ex husband was no match for Lynda when it came to getting what she wanted. Her daughters too had many of their mother's attributes. Seventeen year old Maxine, the older of the two girls, was a headstrong, sassy individual, full of confidence with good reason. She knew full well she could have the pick of any boy she wanted. Tall and slim with radiant blonde hair, fair skin and blue, flashing eyes that gave her the look of a scandinavian beauty, she tantalised her male contemporaries with her aloof, almost contemptuous air. All ths in conjunction with a firm, perfectly proportioned body made her the kind of girl that caused young men's jaws to drop whenever they first caught sight of her. She was beautiful and she knew it. The boy who would win her heart would have to be very special indeed, such was her belief in herself. Auntie Lynda's other daughter, eight year old Amanda, was formidable in a quite different way. She was developing a temper to match her fiery red hair, and although she could be disarmingly sweet at times, she could also be quite the little minx when the mood took her. She was no tomboy though, much too feminine for that, and like her mother, she never ever wore jeans. Her favourite game was "tea parties" when she would be dressed in her best party dress with all her dollies sitting at her little table drinking tea, and woe betide anyone who spoiled her game. * * * * * * It was a little awkward for Danny when he was collected at the airport. Although he had met his aunt and cousins before, he did not know them all that well and so there was a rather uncomfortable silence in the car as they drove to auntie Lynda's house. Danny wondered if maybe there was some resentment at the fact that he was a boy intruding in on a feminine household, so he offered Amanda one of his sweets and it seemed to break the ice a little as she appeared warm to him a tiny bit. Auntie Lynda and Maxine however, still remained somewhat distant. Not unfriendly, but not over excited to see him either. Auntie Lynda's house was out in the forest, some five miles from the town and as they drove, Danny noticed how wild and rugged the view from the car window was becoming, a sort of metaphore for his apprehensive mood. The house was one solitary edifice standing alone in the woods. It had obviously been built by someone very well off who clearly valued their privacy, and this meant that the girls could play outside safe in the knowledge that they would not be overlooked. Danny was shown to his room by auntie Lynda before dinner and was distinctly unimpressed to note that it was rather on the feminine side, looking as though it had been decorated for a little girl. Not surprising really, given that the house had been occupied only by females for many years. Pink curtains, pink bedspread, fancy dressing table, pictures of cute kittens on the wall, not the sort of room a thirteen year old boy would have chosen for himself, that's for sure. He knew better than to appear ungratetful though, and so he thanked auntie Lynda and gave her a box of chocolates that his mother had insisted he buy her. "Why thank you sweetheart," said auntie Lynda, smiling as she pinched his cheek gently, "maybe you won't be as much trouble as we feared" What did she mean by that?Danny thought to himself as they went back downstairs, puzzled at the obtuseness of auntie Lynda's remark. After dinner, auntie Lynda suggested that Danny and Amanda go outside to play for a while, while Maxine and her mother washed the dishes. Great, thought Danny, playingwith a girl. What fun! Amanda's choice of games was, to put it mildly, not really compatible with Danny's, so he soon found himself wandering off in to the woods to explore his surroundings. Coming to a clearing, he sat on a rock and picked up a stick, idly poking at what looked like a black and white rock on the ground, when to his horror, an angry skunk turned and sprayed him all over with its foul smelling ink. The stench was horrendous and Danny ran back to the house as fast as his young legs could carry him. "Auntie Lynda," he cried, "something terrible's happened." Auntie Lynda rushed out immediately and was dismayed, not to say even a little irritated, to see Danny standing there smelling so disgusting. "Get your clothes off right now," she commanded as she rushed to the bathroom to run a hot bath. Danny did as he was told and was naked by the time auntie Lynda had come back out of the house. "Now, put all your clothes in the incinerator, oh, you silly boy," she said brusquely. Danny's jeans, tee shirt, sneakers and boxer shorts went in to the incinerator, but of course, he still smelled foul. By this time, Maxine and Amanda had come outside to see what the commotion was about, and were not a little amused to see their cousin naked before them. Gripping him by his ear, auntie Lynda led the hapless boy upstairs and manhandled him in to the bath tub. A few moments later, Danny found himself sitting in a luxurious bubble bath as his aunt scrubbed him all over, getting in to every nook and cranny of his young body. This was excruciatingly embarrassing for Danny, He felt as though he was losing control of himself, almost as though he was a doll in the hands of an admittedly attractive manipulator. After satisying herself that he was free of all contamination, auntie Lynda had Danny stand up to be towelled down and he stood still obediently as she patted him dry. What happened next stunned the young boy. She took an atomiser from the bathroom cabinet and sprayed Danny all over with one of her perfumes, making him smell like a girl, but if the poor lad thought this was bad, then the next thing was to make him feel even more uncomfortable. Auntie Lynda left the room and returned a few moments later with one of Amanda's nighties in her hand and. Danny coudn't believe his eyes as she held it up against him. It was made of baby pink satin with a deep, white lace frill at the hem of the skirt, matching frills on the puff sleeves and a sweetheart neckline also trimmed with lace. The ultra short skirt barely covered his bottom. In fact, the whole ensemble looked more like the sort of dress a baby girl would wear rather than something suitable for a boy and what was worse, was that it came with a pair of frilly panties that matched the nightdress perfectly. "Here honey, let me help you on with it," said auntie Lynda as she started to pull it over his head without cosulting him. "But auntie," protested the poor lad, "I'm a boy, this is a girl's dress." "Oh, don't be so silly," replied auntie Lynda, "it's only for one night. We will be able to collect your clothes from the courier depot tomorrow." This wasn't much consolation to Danny, he would still have to wear it for the coming night, and that was quite bad enough for him. The dress was pulled over his head despite his rather feeble protests and within another few seconds, the panties had been pulled up his legs until they fitted snugly in place "Now, come and kiss your cousins goodnight," said auntie Lynda, taking Danny by the hand and leading him downstairs, "it's time for bed." Poor danny squirmed with embarrassment as he was forced to kiss Maxine and Amanda goodnight as though they were his sisters but was relieved to note that they both seemed unfazed by the whole thing. Auntie Lynda led Danny to his room and kissed him goodnight. As he climbed in to bed, he glanced over his shoulder and gasped as he caught sight of himself in the full length mirror, shocked to realise that his dress was so short, it would never hide his frilly panties no matter how he sat. There was nothing he could do to stop them peeking out prettily from under his skirt, and his bottom did indeed look like a baby girl's. As he lay in bed, reflecting on his first day at auntie Lynda's, Danny drifted off to sleep hoping for a better day tomorrow. * * * * * * When Danny woke up the following morning, he could hear auntie Lynda and the girls chattering downstairs at the breakfast table. He was famished and leapt out of bed, eager to get something to eat, but when he passed the mirror, he froze, suddenly remembering all that had gone on the previous evening. He stared at himself, dumbfounded. The baby doll nightie was nowhere near long enough to hide the frills that covered his nether regions and because the waistline was so high the skirt flared out massively, making him feel exposed and vulnerable. Nevertheless, his stomach was rumbling, so he had no choice but to steel himself and begin the tortuous journey down the stairs to face auntie Lynda and the girls. "Good morning sweetheart"the girls all chimed as they saw Danny descending the stairs, seemingly unconcerned by their cousin's obvious discomfort. "Did you sleep well?" As the three of them looked at Danny with beaming smiles, he tried to discern whether they were being facetious or just trying to make him feel welcome, but to no avail. Girls were a mystery to Danny. Danny couldn't believe how matter of fact everyone seemed. Weren't they a discomforted as he was? He mumbled something about sleeping reasonably well and sat down to breakfast. "Now darling," began auntie Lynda. "Maxine and I are going to town today to collect your clothes from the courier so you will have to stay here and play with Amanda. Play nicely, won't you? I don't want to hear of any arguments when we get back. "Danny nodded miserably and auntie Lynda continued. "After breakfast I will come up to your room and find something for you to wear for today." Back in his room, Danny quickly took off his nighie and climbed back in to bed, relieved to be free of his frillies and waited for auntie Lynda to arrive. If Danny had thought he was going to get some relief from his torture, he was soon to be disappointed, because when auntie Lynda arrived what she had in her arms was to make his heart sink. "Here you are darling, put these on," she said, placing his attire for the day on his bed. Danny stared in dismay as he looked at the results of auntie Lynda's selection. A strappy top, white, with a jewelled flower embossed silghtly off centre on the bodice, a pair of ankle socks with pretty frills around the tops, a tiny pair of panties, white, silky across the bottom, lace panel at the front with little pink bows on the thighs, a pair of open toed slingback shoes in white again with 2" kitten heels and a tartan mini skirt, pleated and flared. "Oh auntie, do I have to wear this today? Can't I stay in bed?" he pleaded. "Oh, don't be so silly darling," replied auntie Lynda, holding up his clothes to check them over. "Maxine has gone to a lot of trouble to find these for you, it's a good job she didn't thow them away when she outgrew them. Now, up you get and let's get you dressed." Once again, Danny had to suffer the indignity of being dressed by his aunt. Lynda held his panties open as he stepped in to them to have them drawn up his legs while he stood still obediently. Next came his shoes and socks, followed by his tee shirt and finally, his skirt. "Turn around and let me have a look at you honey"instructed auntie Lynda with a broad smile and Danny duly complied. "Now darling, I have something very important to tell you," she went on. "I don't want to see any splashes around the toilet seat area of the bathroom, I know what you boys are like, so when you use it you must sit down, raise your skirt, lower your panties and then you can pee. Is that clear?" Danny nodded dejectedly. "Oh, and by the way, make sure you put the lid back down, I can't abide seeing it left up." With his head spinning, Danny held auntie Lynda's hand as she led him outside to play with Amanda. Oh, the humiliation of it all! Not only was he being compelled to dress as a girl, but now he was going to have to play all day with a girl eight years his junior. Inwardly, he was screaming, but he knew better than to articulate his anguish. He had a feeling somehow that auntie Lynda and the girls would not appreciate a whinging boy in their midst, so he decided that discretion was the better part of valour and opted to keep his displeasure to himself. Amanda insisted that the first game they would play would be hopscotch, which was a suitable game for a boy in a skirt because it meant he had the freedom to contort himself that he wouldn't have had if he had been wearing jeans. This was bcause a skirt is worn round the waist, as opposed to jeans which are worn round the hips, giving freedom of movement that jeans cannot. Nevertheless, if he had been given the choice, there is no doubt that he would have preferred to be wearing the latter. One thing that gave Danny some comfort was the fact that unlike his nightie, at least the skirt he was wearing was just about long enough to cover his panties. However, as they played, he was acutely conscious of how it would occasionally flip up, much to the amusement of Amanda. Similarly, when they switched their game to skipping, the same thing happened. But worse was to come when Amanda insisted they do handstands against the wall of the house. Because of what auntie Lynda had told him earlier, Danny felt obliged to aquiesce to Amanda's wishes and so, when gravity took his skirt in the wrong direction as he did his handstand, he was naturally mortified to have his panties exposed with no protection at all. Amanda giggled as she watched Danny in his ignominious position. For an eight year old girl she was remarkably mature though. To save his blushes, she told him that to prevent his skirt flying up again, he could tuck his skirt into the legs of his panties if he wanted, although, quite frankly, it was of little consolation to Danny. Amanda was warming to Danny now. She could see he was quite a sweet boy underneath his youthful bluster and so she decided to adopt him as her best friend. "Danny," she began, "everybody calls me Amanda, but you can call me Mandy." Poor Danny didn't know whether to be flattered or deflated by this sudden revelation, but he knew that Mandy could make life extremely difficult for him if he did not respond to her in the way she wanted so he duly affected to be pleased with her offer. "Best friends?" said Mandy, holding out her little finger to him. "Best friends," replied Danny, hooking his little finger in hers and giving it a shake. Oh rats!thought Danny to himself. This is getting worse, my best friend is an eight year old girl now. Auntie Lynda and Maxine arrived home to find the two of them playing "tea parties", all of Mandy's dollies sitting round in a circle, and smiled as as they viewed the scene before them. Danny jumped up immediately he saw auntie Lynda. "Did you get my clothes auntie?" he enquired eagerly. "Oh, those..... er..... no darling, they've been lost in transit"came the reply, almost as an afterthought. "What?" exclaimed Danny, in shock. *Lost in transit? What do you mean?" "What part of "lost in transit" don't you undertstand sweetheart? The couriers have lost your luggage," replied auntie Lynda, not seeming to attach much importance to this bombshell she had just thrown her nephew. "But what about my clothes auntie?" pleaded the devastated boy. "What am I going to wear?" "Oh don't worry honey, we'll find you something, and anyway, we can always get you some new things when I go to town................ next month." There was something about the way auntie Lynda tacked "next month" on to the end of her sentence that sent shivers of foreboding down Danny's spine. "Auntie," said Danny, trying to maintain his composure, "does that mean I have to stay like this until then?" "Well, not exactly like that darling, we do have some other things for you to change in to, you won't have to wear the same clothes every day, and besides, it's not that bad is it?" replied Danny's aunt as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Poor Danny's shoulders slumped as the enormity of of what would face him in the immediate future dawned on him and auntie Lynda responded appropriately.. Sensing her nephew's despondancy, she took him aside for a quiet word. "Listen darling," she told him, "I really think your attitude is far too negative. Try to be more positive." Wait for me in your room this evening, and I will come up to see you for a little chat. ok? Now, how about a smile for your auntie?" Danny forced a smile and promised to try harder even though his instincts still told him something was not quite right. "Ok auntie, I'll see you this evening," he replied. Auntie Lynda sent Danny and Mandy back out to play while she and Maxine prepared the evening meal but before she did, she told Danny that after dinner, she was going to cut everyone's hair as she always did every six weeks or so and expected him to be there. As a trained hairdresser, she had all the professional skills and equipment she needed for this task and regarded it as very important for her family to look presentable at all times. She even had a spare bedroom converted in to a mini salon. As he waited while auntie Lynda attended to Maxine and Mandy, Danny leafed through one of Maxine's girlie magazines, which gave beauty tips on make-up, hair etc etc until eventually it was his turn. "Ok honey, lets get you seen to," said auntie Lynda, sitting him in a swivel chair and putting a bib round his neck and tying it. Turning his chair away from the mirror, she told him to lean back in to the sink so she could wash his hair. Danny would never have admitted it openly, but he had to concede to himself that he quite enjoyed having auntie Lynda fussing over him as her fingers massaged his scalp. The close proximity of her body certainly had an effect on him, giving him a rather pleasant sensation in his panties. Relaxing in his chair, Danny thoughts drifted away until before he knew it auntie Lynda had finished cutting and blow drying his hair, but when he looked in the mirror he couldn't believe his eyes. "Auntie! What have you done?" he exclaimed, wide eyed in amazement. "Don't you like it darling? It's called a bob," replied auntie Lynda. Short at the back, long on top, with a fringe and long strands either side framing his face, Danny's visage looked even softer than it had before, and it was glaringly apparent to the poor boy that even if he removed every stitch of the garments he was currently wearing he would still look like a girl. Danny could hardly look his cousins in the eye when he went downstairs for his supper, such was his embarrassment, but he had no choice but to go through with it, despite his discomfort. The strange thing was, that Maxine and Mandy seemed to take it all in their stride as though it was perfectly normal for a boy to appear so feminine. As Danny kissed the girls goodnight, auntie Lynda winked at him to indicate that she would be up soon for the little chat she had mentioned earlier, which strangely made him feel both apprehensive and mildly excited at the same time. Alone in his room waiting for auntie Lynda, Danny stared at himself in the mirror. Reflecting on the last couple of days, he could scarely believe how far he had journeyed. He looked at his new hairstyle, his little skirt, his flowery top, his frilly ankle socks, his kitten heeled shoes, and as he turned his back to the mirror and bent forward to view them, his pretty panties. His head swam as he struggled to understand the recent events that had so comprehensively skewed his sense of self. Was this the same Danny Jenkins who only week ago was riding his bike, scraping his knees and climbing trees with his pals back in London? He really couldn't be sure. When auntie Lynda eventually arrived at Danny's bedroom, she smiled to herself as she saw Danny still staring at himself in the mirror. "Now darling, what seems to be the trouble?" she enquired. Danny was acutely aware that auntie Lynda was looking him up and down in a manner that told him she was rather enjoying her obvious control of the situation he was in. "Well auntie," he began, "all this seems rather strange to me. It just doesn't feel right to be dressed as a girl all the time. I mean, I'm a boy." "Oh, don't be so silly," responded auntie Lynda. "It's not really that bad is it? I think you look lovely and the girls agree with me. You know, you'd enjoy yourself much more here if you didn't put up so much resistance." "But I'm a boy auntie, "was all Danny could say in reply. There was a note of exasperation creeping in to auntie Lynda's voice now as she tried to explain to Danny the futility of his protests. "Darling, there is something you must understand. This is a feminine household. We don't do boys here. You don't really expect the three of us to adapt to you do you?It's much easier for you to adapt to us." Put that way, Danny could see the logic of what auntie Lynda was saying and the thought flashed in to his mind that maybe she was right and it wasn't so bad after all, but a nagging doubt still refused to be dislodged from the back of his head. Auntie Lynda's tone softened again as she went on to try to persuade Danny that his prospects would be much brighter if he would only stop putting up resistance to her plans for him. "I'll tell you what sweetheart, I'll make a deal with you. If you go along with us willingly, I'll guarantee that myself and the girls will make your life a pleasant as possible, but if you remain reluctant, well, I'm afraid you will have to suffer the consequenses." Danny pondered on this proposition that had been put to him so starkly, trying to weigh up the pros and cons in the short space of time he had been given to make up his mind. "Well darling? Hurry up," said auntie Lynda impatiently. "I............ I'll try auntie," said Danny eventually. "Good boy"beamed auntie Lynda, hugging Danny close to her and causing a not unpleasant stirring in his panties. "You wont regret this darling, I promise you. Now, from tomorrow we'll have a fresh start, okay?Danny nodded and auntie Lynda kissed him on his forehead. "See you in the morning honey. Oh, we're going to have so much fun," she said as she closed his door. As he changed in to his nightie, Danny wondered if he had done the right thing by agreeing to go along with auntie Lynda's wishes. Something inside told him that this was all wrong. It's not natural. He was a boy, not a girl, but on the other hand, maybe she was right, maybe he should "go with the flow" Even after weighing up all the pros and cons, poor Danny still felt apprehensive, but one thing was certain. He was commited now. There was no turning back. * * * * * * The first thing Danny noticed when he awoke the next morning was that his room seemed much more full. His closet was packed with skirts, dresses and shoes, his chest of drawers was stuffed with bras, panties, slips etc etc and his dressing table was covered in an array of cosmetics and perfumes. Having had a good night's sleep, he felt a little more positive and so he resolved to try to embrace the situation he was in. After all, silky panties were much nicer to wear than boring old boxer shorts and his skirt did have a certain liberating quality about it so maybe auntie Lynda was right and it was not so bad at all. Whether he would be able to maintain his new found positivity of course, was a moot point, but at least he would give it a go. Tripping down the stairs to breakfast, Danny did his best to smile happily as the girls all greeted him in unison. Something not lost on auntie Lynda. "Now girls"she announced smiling. "Danica is going to try to be a girl, so I want you to make him feel as comfortable as possible. Is that clear?" As both girls replied in the affrmative, Danny immediately noticed how their attitude towards him had mellowed, especially Maxine, whose eyes glinted mischievously. Although still not convinced of auntie Lynda's philosophy, he had to admit to himself that the attention he was getting and the fact that he was beginning to get used to the lovely soft panties he had to wear, was rather pleasant, which made it all the easier for him to accept his situation. Breakfast over, all four of them made their way to Danny's bedroom to get him ready for the day. Helping him out of his nightie, they instructed him to get a shower while they picked out some things for him to wear. "Now darling," began auntie Lynda, "we have decided that as you are so young looking, it would not be appropriate for you to be dressed in too grown up a fashion, so we are going to keep you as a little girl for the time being. You will be allowed to grow up soon, but for now you must stay young. Don't worry though, it is all good for your education." Danny had already learned that it was better not to resist the will of auntie Lynda so for the first time since he had arrived at her house he made the attempt to put aside his reservations and make the best of things. Having stood naked in front of everybody since comng out of the shower, it was actually something of a relief for him to be instructed by Maxine to put his feet in to a pair of pretty panties, soft and silky with flowers printed on the material which were then pulled up his legs to fit snugly around his nether regions.. Danny stood passively as some ankle socks and mary jane shoes seemed to appear out of nowhere and find their way to his feet while his three "assistants" enthusiastically searched for something nice for him to wear for the day. "I think something functional is best for today sweetheart. At the weekend we can find something extra pretty, but for today this will be more suitable I feel. Don't you agree girls?" Both girls purred in agreement as Auntie Lynda took a dress from the closet and held it up against Danny's body. Made of lemon yellow gingham, it had a flattering neckline with a white cotton ribbon running through a row of eyelets along it. The short puffball sleeves had pretty little bows attached to them to match the neckline and the hem of the short flared skirt was lined with white lace to complete the symmetry of the whole ensemble. A final touch was a dainty little pocket on the front of the skirt. "Yes, that's very much you honey, but first, you will need a petticoat, won't you?" said auntie Lynda, as the girls rootled around his drawer for something suitable to wear under his dress. "Luckily, you don't need to wear a bra yet," she went on, "so this little petticoat of Amanda's witll do nicely." A pretty little petticoat was pulled over Danny's head as all three females smoothed it down over his body, making him feel almost like doll being used in a game of dress up rather than the somewhat young looking teenage boy he actually was. Auntie Lynda held Danny's hand to steady him as he stepped in to his dress and Maxine zipped it up at the back for him. "Oh, doesn't she look delightful girls?" exclaimed auntie Lynda as her two daughters nodded in agreement. "Give us a twirl Danica." Danny duly did as he was told and turned around three hundred and sixty degrees as his three admirers tweaked him here, brushed him there and generally fussed with his appearance. Auntie Lynda knew full well that no young boy could resist all this attention forever and sure enough, Danny's resistance was ebbing away at an ever inreasing rate. Although he was not yet at the stage of consciously admitting that he actually liked being turned into a girl, he was certainly becoming much more compliant with the wishes of the other three members of this amazing household. If Danny had thought his transformation was complete, he was soon to be put right in his misapprehension. "Now darling," said auntie Lynda, "I want you to know that so far, we are all delighted with the way you have responded to the idea of become a girl. You really are a lovely young lady, much nicer than the silly boy you were when you arrived, but while you will be allowed to remain as a little girl for the time being, soon you will be growing up, so we will need to get you ready for the next stage in your development. You are going to have to know all about make up, hair care, lingerie, in fact, all sorts of beauty matters, so I have left some teenage magazines in your bedroom, please make sure you read them, won't you?" Having promised auntie Lynda that he would, Danny was whisked off to her salon to have his nails manicured and some clear varnish applied to them. Slowly but surely his masculinity was being subsumed by his feminine side and the weaker the former became, the stronger the latter grew. Grooming session over, auntie Lynda made her next statement of intent. "Now honey, "she began, "as you are now a full member of this household, there are certain conditions you need to abide by and first and foremost, you must contribute. I want you to go outside and bring eveything in from the washing line. Off you go darling." Danny could feel three pairs of eyes burning in to him as he went out in to the garden with a linen basket under his arm and proceeded to divest the washing line of its load. With great difficulty, he tried to look casual as all sorts of bras. petticoats, suspender belts and panties left the washing lines and entered his basket, but he couldn't help but take a furtive glance at each item of apparel as they passed through his hands. Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing. Wait a minute, he thought to himself, auntie Lynda just called me Danica! Simultaneously, the three girls exchanged smiles of satisfaction. On his return to the house, auntie Lynda insisted that Danica help her separate the contents of the basket in to three piles. Lynda's, Maxine's and Amanda's. He could hardly look each individual in the eye as he was made to hold up each item of their underwear in turn, fold it carefully and place in in one of three piles depending on who it belonged to and it didn't help that a distinct stiffening in his panties was causing his skirt to protrude at the front in a most unladylike manner. Further indignity was to follow when poor Danica was taken in to each girl's bedroom in turn to put away their things. First, Amanda's, then Maxine's and finally, auntie Lynda's. As he opened auntie Lynda's lingerie drawer Danica's pupils dilated involuntarily as his eyes fell on a stunning array of silk and lace. "Don't you think my undies are gorgeous darling?" asked auntie Lynda, with a gleam in her eye that made Danica squirm with embarrassment. "Just think darling, one day you will have undies like this too." Danica mumbled something in reply about how nice they were, but the catch in his voice indicated to auntie Lynda that he still wasn't entirely comfortable with his new persona. Nevertheless, she continued with her little pep talk. "Darling, you must learn to relax," she told him. "I don't think you realise how gorgeous you have become sweetheart. The girls love you now. Make the most of it. All the boys round here would secretly die to be in your position, I'm sure of it." Although he wasn't entirely sure of the veracity of auntie Lynda's last statement, Danica nodded meekly and decided it was better not to contradict his aunt. He had to concede though, that his new clothes did feel nice to wear, and somehow, they made it easier for him to fit in to his new environment. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Handing him a pair of pink rubber gloves and a frilly apron, auntie Lynda set Danica to work washing the breakfast dishes, a task he duly performed without a hint of the reluctance he would have felt had he still been at home in London. At home, the old Danny hated housework with a passion, but now, for some strange reason, he actually enjoyed it. Auntie Lynda set him to work, plumping up the cushions, hoovering, dusting etc and he performed his tasks with relish, much to the delight of his aunt. Housework over, auntie Lynda had Danica help her with some flower arranging and was extremely pleased to note how her new "daughter" seemed to show rather a talent in this artistic endeavour and for the first time since he had arrived Danica was actually enjoying himself. As he relaxed in to his new role, he began to feel more and more at home. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but one thing was certain, there was no turning back. There was an added bonus too. Now Danica was becoming accepted in the household, the other girls were less inhibited in their demeanour at home. Since he was being regarded as one of the family, auntie Lynda, Maxine and Amanda didn't feel the need to alter their behaviour on his behalf. Consequently, they no longer felt the need to maintain a sense of decorum around him which became apparent that evening when he started to become uncomfortably aware that the rest of his "family" were not exactly dressed for a formal occasion. At first, he could hardly raise his eyes from the floor, much to the amusement of all three of them. "Darling, don't be shy," teased auntie Lynda, "we're all girls together now. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Slowly, despite his foreboding, he plucked up the courage to look up. What he saw when he lifted his eyes was auntie Lynda in her bra, panties, stockings and suspenders and Maxine in a see-thru baby doll nightie made of black chiffon, causing him to almost choke on the glass of cola he was drinking. Auntie Lynda and Gloria exchanged knowing glances as they saw Danica blushing furiously. The first stage of their plan to subdue their silly relative was almost complete. Just a litle tweak here and there would see his stupid masculine hubris completely eradicated, making him much easier to control. * * * * * * Danica was completely bamboozled by his recent experiences now. Auntie Lynda, with her authoritive air, Maxine with her haughtiness and even Mandy with her spicy/sweet personality all had him utterly beguiled. If he was honest with himself, he would have to admit that his status in the household was below all three of them. Even when Auntie Lynda and Maxine took it in turns to give him his nightly "relief" he still felt as though all the control was in their hands, which ironically, it was. The only times when he did not feel like an appendage to the family was on the odd occasions when Auntie Lynda took him to town. He noticed that even though he was only a little girl, if he came in to contact with a local boy, they seemed to lose their composure and fawn over him as though he was a princess. He didn't quite understand it, but he had to concede that he didn't dislike it. Maybe one day he would have a better insight in to this ability he seemed to posess. Who knows? Danica certainly didn't. From Lynda's perspective, everything was progressing nicely. Danica was certainly no trouble any more, but nevertheless she knew she could not relax her approach to his upbringing. With this in mind, she decided to put phase two of her plan in to action. It was clear that Danica was now much more accepting of his situation. He had even started dressing himself in the mornings, often taking longer than the girls to choose his outfit for the day. Because of this he was often late for breakfast, spending much too much time in front of the mirror, choosing his outfit and preening himself. It was almost as if he was actually enjoying it. "Danica darling," she told him, "there is someone I want you to meet this Sunday, and you will have to be looking your best, so on Saturday we are going to spend the day beautifying you. Now I don't want to have to raise your skirt and spank you in front of Amanda and Maxine, so make sure you are well behaved please. " Danica couldn't think who this person could be, but rather than risk auntie Lynda's wrath by questioning her, he meekly agreed to be well behaved on that particular day. Up early on Saturday, Danica was quickly washed and dressed and whisked off to town with auntie Lynda to buy some essentials for his big day. At the department store he was ushered in to the changing room where he tried on several pretty dresses that auntie Lynda had selected for him. Her choice was narrowed down to three, all with with a delightful peter pan collar, puffball short sleeves and short, flared skirt, but in different materials. One in pink satin, another in pale blue, and a third, navy blue with white polka dots in cotton. Having purchased all three just to be on the safe side, auntie Lynda moved on to the lingerie department where where poor Danica had the embarrassment of helping his auntie to choose the panties that would best compliment whichever dress he would be wearing. "Now darling," she told him, "as you know, you are a little too young for a bra, stockings and suspenders, but I think some pantyhose would be a good idea, after all, it can get quite chilly later in the year when the wind blows up your skirt." Choosing his acessories took auntie Lynda almost as much time as it took to choose his dresses, but eventually they left the store with some pearl drop earrings, a dainty silver charm bracelet, a matching necklace and a beautiful pair of white lace gloves. On their arrival back at the house, Maxine and Amanda oohed and aahed over the puchases Lynda had made, the general consensus being that Danica was going to look absolutely gorgeous. There was still much work to be done however, and after lunch preparation for his big day began in earnest. The first task was to make sure that he was clean and well groomed, so without consultation he was stripped naked and immersed in a scented bubble bath by all three girls. By now, Danica knew that it was pointless to resist so accepting his fate, he meekly complied. Actually, it wssn't too bad. Having three beautiful females fussing over him, checking out every square inch of his body and removing any unwanted hair was not as awful as he might have imagined. It's amazing what a person can come to accept if they are given enough time. Once out of the bath, his skin tingling from the warmth of the water, the girls dried him with a big fluffy towel and dusted him down with talcum powder before slipping a pair of pink fluffy mules on his feet and sliding a pair of wispy panties up his smooth legs until they sat snugly in place. Finally, with a pretty negligee around his shoulders, he was guided upstairs to the salon for the next stage of his preparation. His hair was getting longer now, and after a brief "tidy up" Lynda decided a soft curl would improve his look. With a protective cape over his negligee Danica leaned back to have his hair washed, towel dried and put in to rollers. A hair net was drawn over his head and he was placed under the hair dryer, Lynda informing him that he would have to sleep in his rollers that night. Sitting under the hair dryer, while the girls used the time to file his nails and apply another coat of clear nail varnish, Danica wondered how he had come to be in this position. While nothing actually unpleasant was happening to him, he still felt as though any control he may have had over his own life was slipping through his fingers at an alarming rate. Finally, Lynda pierced his ear lobes and fitted the earrings she had bought, which really did make him look pretty as they shimmered beguilingly whenever he moved his head. The day's activities had worn Danica out by now, and he was cetainly ready for bed by the time Lynda had finished with him. Even his nightly "relief" which this time had been delegated to Maxine failed to diminish his tiredness and he flopped in to bed exhausted.. Sleeping in a hairnet and rollers however, was not conducive to a restful slumber, neither was the uncertainty of where he might be going the following day so Danica slept fitfully. That night he dreamed he was a moth being drawn inexorably to a flame. A flame that might ultimately consume him. * * * * * * The following morning was a whirlwind of activity as the whole household swung in to action. It was almost as if Danica was a bride on the morning of her wedding day with her family fussing around her to make everything perfect for the most important day of her life. Following another bubble bath, Danica was put in to a fresh pair of panties and fluffy mules and led upstairs to the salon for the next stage in his preparation. "Now Danica," explained Lynda, "I know you have never worn make-up before, little girls don't usually do so, but this is a very important day, so we are going to make a exception. The first thing I want to say, is that I want you to look beautuful, not slutty, and given that you are such a pretty little thing anyway, not only with that be fairly easy, but it will not take too much make-up either." Lynda applied the merest layer of foundation, just enough to make a base for his powder, which was again used sparingly. A hint of eye shadow and the tiniest amount of mascara softened his appearance beautifully, before a coating of baby pink lipstick completed the exquisite masterpiece that was his face. Lynda stared hard at Danica's face, and satisfied that she had achieved exactly the right degree of elegance, she passed him over to Maxine to take care of his hair. Having removed his hairnet and rollers, Maxine began the task of combing out his hair, concentration etched on her face as she primped and preened the subject of her attention. Up to this point, Danica had not actually seen himself, so when the salon chair was spun round and he finally saw his image in the mirror he gasped in amazement. His make-up, pearl drop earrings and soft curls of his new hairstyle had all combined to produce the most exquisite visage of the most delightful little girl imaginable. Instinctively. he raised his hand to pat the back of hs hair before realizing what he was actually doing and a thought flashed through his mind....... Oh my God, I'm turning in to a girl! He was now ready to get dressed and the first task was to get him out of is temporary underwear and in to his outfit for the day. Having removed his panties and mules, Lynda proceeded to have him step in to his new panties which she held open for him before sliding them up his smooth legs. Pure white, they seemed to radiate sweet innocence as the masses of frills danced around Danica's pelvic area. Next, his petticoat was carefully lifted over his head so as not to spoil his hair and it slithered deliciously down his body and fluttered in to place. Made of silk, with thin spaghetti shoulder straps, the bodice was slim with a layered skirt attached that was so full even the limpest of dresses could not fail to stand out over it. Now, Lynda's biggest dilemma. What dress for Danica to wear? The pink one, the pale blue one, or the polka dot one. Which should it be? Fortunately, his white lingerie went with all three dresses so Lynda had him try on each one in turn. while her two daughters proffered their opinions as to which one suited him best. After much ermming and aahing, the consensus was that the pink one was the prettiest and so Danica's fate was decided. It really was a gorgeous dress. High waisted, with a short, flared skirt that showed tantalizing glimpses of his petticoat and panties as he walked and a contrasting white peter pan collar that matched his lingerie, it almost seemed to audibly shout out"I am being worn by a princess" It was coming to the end of the summer now, but still quite warm, so Lynda decided against having Danica wear pantyhose, choosing instead to put him in a delightful little pair of ankle socks with frilly pink piping around the tops that matched his dress perfectly. A pair of white open toed slingback shoes, with 2/12" kitten heels followed and Danica was ready for his final embellishments. Having finally decided on his dress, Lynda made a spur of the moment decision to paint his nails baby pink to match his dress and lipstick before placing his white lace gloves on his hands. A quick spritz of perfume, his silver charm bracelet and necklace in place and he was ready for his mystery meeting. Standing back to admire her handiwork, Lynda called the girls over to get their opinions, which ineviatbly were all favourable as they oohed and aahed over the beautiful confection they had all contributed to creating. "Oh, isn't he gorgeous"cried Amanda as Lynda tuned him this way and that to show him off. "Walk up and down," commanded Maxine and Danica duly obeyed. The kitten heels he was wearing made it virtually impossible to walk in any other way but femininely, and so the hapless boy minced up and down the room obligingly. Staring at Danica pensively, Lynda realized that one thing was missing. Rummaging around in her drawer, she fished out a little white patent leather handbag in which she thoughtfully placed a powder compact, a lipstick and some tissues. "You may need these sweetheart," she told him as she quickly instructed him on how to freshen his make-up.. He was now ready for his big day out. Lynda held his hand as they walked to the car together, his skirt fluttering in the late summer breeze while Maxine and Mandy waved goodbye from the front window. "Now today is a very important day Danica," Lynda told him, "I don't want to have to spank you in front of the person we are meeting, but if you misbehave, believe me, I will." A short car ride later, they were pulling in to an impressive gravel drive that took them to an imposing looking building with large stone steps that led up to a magnificent oak door. Danica hadn't noticed, but a sign they had passed at the front gates said "VERONICA IRONLOVE'S FINISHING SCHOOL FOR GIRLS" Shortly after Lynda rang the bell, a pretty young girl answered the door dressed in a frilly maid's uniform to greet them. "Ah, Mrs Walker, do come in, Ms Ironlove is expecting you"she said, leading them along the corridor to a room marked "HEADMISTRESS" The girl knocked on the door and on hearing the command "Enter" she announced Lynda's arrival. "Mrs Walker is here to see you now headmistress," she said before curtseying and leaving. On hearing this, Ms Ironlove sprang to her feet to embrace Lynda warmly. "Darling!How wonderful to see you," she cried. "It's been so long"They exchanged hugs and kisses before Ms Ironlove eventually turned to Lynda and said"And who is this delightful young lady you have with you?" Lynda's reply shook Danica to the core. "This is Danica, she's actually my nephew, but he prefers being a girl, don't you darling?" Ms Ironlove raised one eyebrow, surprised, but not shocked. "Really?" she replied. "Well I must say Lynda, you have done a marvellous job. I would never have known"Danica was distinctly unimpressed. Not only was his auntie Lynda playing fast and loose with the truth, but did she really have to tell the whole world? Over the intercom, Ms Ironlove ordered a pot of tea for two and some lemonade and cookies for Danica as the two women settled down for a chat. They were old friends from their university days with similar ideas about to raise children and so they had plenty to talk about. "Yes, Danica has been staying with us for a few weeks now after his mother went away for a while"began Lynda, "but now she has written to me to say that she is not coming back. Something to do with a new life she wishes to begin apparently. So now we have the problem of what we are going to do with him. Naturally, we want what's best for him, so I was wondering if we could enrol him in your wonderful school" Poor Danica nearly choked on his cookie at this bombshell. Surely he was dreaming. It couldn't possibly be real.............. could it? "Er, sweetheart, why don't you go to the powder room to freshen up?Veronica and I need to discuss something important," said Lynda, sipping her tea. Veronica called for the girl to show Danica the way and the two ladies continued their conversation. Like Lynda, Veronica Ironlove was strikingly beautiful, but in a slightly differently way. Whereas Lynda had a deceptively vulnerable air about her that lulled many a man into a false sense of security, Veronica's beauty was far more apparent, in a classically powerful way. Tall and statueque, with with cut glass facial features, shoulder length dark hair and a hourglass figure, she radiated authority and It was no surprise that she held such a prominent position in the field she had chosen to work in. In her tight, black satin pencil skirt, stiff white blouse, sheer black stockings and black patent leather court shoes, it was patently obvious who was was in charge at this particular establishment. If Danica could have heard the conversation that was to follow, his lemonade would have bubbled over the top of the glass. "So darling, why have you brought Danica to me?" enquired Veronica. "The thing is," replied Lynda, "that I guess I have parental responsibility for him now, but quite honestly, I can't be doing with all the hassle of bringing up a stupid boy. You know how pathetic men can be sweeetheart, so I was hoping that by enroling him here at your wonderful school, he could grow up to be a lot less of a burden than he otherwise might be." "Well, as you know, darling, the aim of this school is to produce fine young ladies who will eventually go on to make excellent wives for the young men of this community, and if they can't all get married, they can at least learn the joys of servitude in the homes of the most senior people in our local society. This means that Danica would be expected to know his place and to be willing to learn everything relevant to becoming a young lady that any man would be proud to call his own. Do you think he has the right attributes to make him decent raw material for me to work with?" "Oh, he will cetainly need a lot of polishing darling, but quite honestly, he is pretty pathetic, so I'm sure it should be reasonably easy for me to iron out all his masculine silliness by next September when the school year starts." Veronica put down her cup. "He's a little young for my school isn't he?" she said. "Well actually he is sixteen," replied Lynda. "I've been keeping him as a little girl up to now, but I can certainly bring him as a young teenager by the time he starts with you. I've already made enquiries about medication to help him grow breasts, so I don't think it will be a problem." "Lynda darling, you are marvellous," said Veronica. "I always thought you were something special and now I know. Of course I will accept him in my school, I'd be delighted to have him here, but we must have a strategy for him. You see, it is vitally important that he comes to completey accept his status in society and to that end all pleasure needs to be removed from his feminine experiences. Have you been givig him relief?" "Yes, once a day, every day," came the reply. "Oh no darling, that's nowhere near enough. I would recommend a minimum of at least five times a day until there are no thrills left in him at all. Humiliation too, is very important. Do you humiliate him?" Lynda replied that indeed, Danica found being made to play with Amanda excruciatingly humiliating, much to the approval of Veronica. "Fortunately, Maxine has already left and Amanda is too young to attend, so it should be relatively easy to keep his little secret from the other girls," ventured Lynda. "It wont be a problem to do that will it?" she asked. "Not at all"replied Veronica"Quite honestly, he is so pretty I think I would find it dificult to convince the other grls that he is anything other than one of them anyway." Lynda smiled contentedly, safe in the knowledge than he would be in safe hands with Veronica. Meanwhile, in the powder room, Danica needed to use the facilities. Mindful of what Lynda had previously told him, he lifted up his skirt, lowered his panties to his knees and sat down on the toilet seat. Having relieved himself, he stood up, re-dressed, flushed the toilet and washed his hands just as a nice young lady should. As he passed the mirror he caught sight of himself and for some reason only known to himself, he stopped to powder his nose, something he would never have done only a few short weeks previously. On returning to Veronica's office he found his two mentors waiting for him with determined looks on their faces. "Now Danica, you'll be delighted to know that you have been accepted as a pupil here at Madame Veronica's," his future headmistress told him. "Delighted" was not the word Danica would have chosen but he was hardly in a position to argue. "But," she continued, "we have very strict discipline here, Any failure to meet the standards expected of you will be punished by a sound spanking. Do you understand?" Danica nodded meekly that he did. "This may seem a little harsh darling, but when you get used to our ways you will be much happier, I promise you," she said, intending to re- assured him but not quite achieving her aim. Satisfied that she had got her message across, Veronica ordered Danica to stand in the middle of the room. "Twirl round slowly girl," she commanded and poor Danica did as he was told. "Raise your skirt and let me see your panties," came the next instruction and once more, Danica duly obeyed. As he stood there, holding his skirt up around his waist, Veronica and Lynda crouched down beside him began to peel his panties down, leaving them to rest around his ankles, much to his chagrin. The two women smiled at each other as Danica's little boy thing stood erect in front of them. "Well, that shouldn't be too difficut to conceal," said Veronica sarcastically, clearly unimpressed by its lack of bulk. For what seemed like the thousandth time, Danica squirmed with embarrassment as Lynda once again took him in hand and began to stroke slowly and deliberately, exchanging knowing glances with Veronica as she did so. "It's for his own good you know," said Veronica as Danica exploded in to Lynda's hand. On the journey back to Lynda's house Danica pondered his future with trepidation. To be continued.