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Day One Billy, his mother Sara and sister Krissy, moved to the country, their new home was quite large but isolated. This didn't bother billy too much, living in the country with a forest beside the property sounded like a lot of fun. He was a bit of a computer geek, where as his mother, who managed to use the internet, really knew nothing about either. Nor did his older sister Krissy, so Billy was in charge of keeping the families computers working, he was quite good at it too. Billy was barely a year younger than his sister and for the most part, they got along fairly well. Some of the time, well once and a while ok so hardly ever. He did annoy her a lot, he would spend most of his time finding ways to torment her. Sara was hoping the move to the country would remedy this. Billy was quite a handful to manage at times and managed to get himself into a great deal of trouble. Being slight, he felt he could pass, possibly as a girl. No one had ever seen him dressed up though, he did start to take more chances but was never caught. He fought his mother often, to be able to keep his hair long. She finally gave up years ago and it was very long now. Quite a bit longer than Krissy's hair was even. His mother gave up and actually forbid him to cut it, to teach him a lesson Billy liked to borrow his sister's clothes when no one was at home, he was very careful and knew neither his sister nor mother knew of his hobby. Billy fantasized of dressing as a pretty girl in front of them, not hidden away. More to the point he dreamed of one day being forced to dress in cute clothes and even to do the family chores, kept as pretty girl. He often thought long and hard about that and came up with a plan. During dinner he was clearing the table and dropped the plates on the floor collapsing. His mother and sister jumped in alarm. When his mother asked what had happened, Billy responded that his hip had given out. She was quite alarmed and asked if he was ok now. He tried to stand but found he couldn't put any weight on his leg. She had noticed his hip was bothering him on and off this past few months. "We will have to go to the hospital," his mother announced, money was very tight and this was going to cause problems for them. Billy told her that he just needed to sit for a bit and it should pop back in, that it went out a few times recently and seemed to pop back in after a while. His sister Krissy helped him to a chair with a worried look. Her long brunette hair not covering her cute but worried face. Billy grimaced but managed to sit in the chair and told his mom not to worry again. Of course over the next few days, Billy fell to the ground a few times and his mother became quite worried again suggesting that maybe they best go see a doctor. Billy knew money was tight so suggested that he look on the internet to see if he could discover something. A few hours later he called his mother to the computer and pointed to an article, his hip was popping out of its joint. This condition was called snapping hip syndrome, something that was common for martial artists and those that studied ballet. There was no real corrective surgery for this, though there were treatments that could help. It seemed, according to the article, that there were a few things that could cause the hip to pop out, each time it popped out, it would do so easier and easier until it may not go back in. His mother was concerned when she read this so she continued on to read what could cause it to pop out. Poor posture when seated was listed, Billy did slouch a lot. Poor posture when walking, the body should be kept in line, shoulders square with feet. Cold temperatures would cause muscles to contract, if the legs and hips were kept warmer at all times it would help. Compression was very beneficial for the leg muscles. This involved compression stockings or pantyhose. When walking, taking too large a step could contribute to the hip popping out. Billy took very large steps, he was a fast walker. It also seemed, walking with heels raised helped the stretched muscles that were pulling on the hip to relax, the higher the heels were raised the more benefit. Bending by the waist was bad, this pulled on the same muscles. Bending should be eliminated. Sitting too much, the muscles needed to be exercised. Arms should not be raised too high or moved too far to the right or left, if possible keeping them aligned in front of the waist or behind would keep the body from twisting and tugging at the hip. As she read she wondered how they would be able to do these things. She realized the old farmhouse was cooler than their previous home. That the new cooler house may be causing some of the problems. She thought perhaps if Billy wore long underwear this could help with keeping his legs and hips warm, but he didn't have any and it was back to the money being tight again. Also the long underwear would do more than keep his legs warm, they would become uncomfortably hot. The article mentioned stockings or pantyhose. Krissy was standing behind her reading over her shoulder and noticed the same thing, she said she found her legs ached a bit since moving but she found if she wore her pantyhose or tights it solved the problem. Both of them looked at each other at that moment, a light bulb went off. "Billy would never wear pantyhose," she said to her daughter. "Well maybe if he discovered that they helped he would not fight it so much," Krissy said. "I still think he will fight it, I am going to have to put my foot down." Suddenly Krissy pointed to the screen and said, "Oh look there is more, it says to click here for page two." Sara moved the mouse and clicked, sure enough page two appeared on the screen. The article continued: Snapping hip syndrome is common among ballet dancers and martial artists as they extend their legs during training causing hips to become weakened to allow for more stretch. Billy took ballet for a few years, he was quite adapt at it, this helped his body become quite supple. The website indicated: Treatment for this condition is quite frankly easier for girls than boys with the following method. Method: This program is designed for a year of trial, in most cases this year strengthens the hip. Detailed studies have been completed to help with the previous issues causing the hip to dislodge from its socket. The methodology is unorthodox but the results speak for themselves. First off, it is imperative that the legs and hip be kept warm, but not hot. Woman found wearing pantyhose or tights would solve this issue, men found long underwear to be too hot and uncomfortable, it is not rocket science, the pantyhose and tights worked. Pantyhose with compression are even more suited as the compression helps the muscles to relax and keeps them from tugging at the hip. They are also cooler than tights or long underwear. It is critical that pantyhose or tights be worn at all times, day and night. Krissy giggled a bit, Sara shot her a look. "Krissy this is important, it says each time the hip pops out it is weakened, we need to stop it from happening or your brother may not be able to walk in the future. I am going to need your help with this to make it go easier for Billy." Raising the heels off the floor, or walking on toes will almost immediately relieve the pain and reseat the hip. Walking in this fashion for very long becomes difficult though. Wearing high heels is the simple solution, the higher the better, the ideal position is almost completely on toes which involves extremely high heel shoes. This site is under construction and will be updated daily with more information and help. Please check back daily. Sara moaned, "High heels too, he will never go for it" Krissy looked at mom and said, "But didn't he show you this site? Hasn't he read all of this?" "I don't think he realized there was a second page, he just told me this is why his hip was popping out." They exchanged glances, getting him to wear pantyhose was going to be a challenge, adding high heels a virtual impossibility. "I am going to need your help with this," Sara told her daughter. "We can't make a big deal of it." Billy was in his room on the second floor wondering how his website was going over. The thought of being told to wear pantyhose at all times was quite exciting to him, little did he know that this was precisely what his mother had in mind as she climbed the stairs. Billy jumped when his mom knocked on the door, he was so deep in his fantasy, the one that was about to become reality. "Come in," he called out, closing the book he was reading, well sort of. "Billy I read that article you showed me, did you know that there was a second page?" his mom asked as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Uhm, no, there was only one page wasn't there? Explaining why my hip was popping out, from ballet." Sara smiled. "No there was a page two that had some helpful tips on how to keep your hip from popping out" She passed the notebook computer over to him and watched as he opened the top and started to read. Billy pretended to scan through and then sputtered, "Pantyhose? Mom I can't wear pantyhose." "Yes you can honey, the heels too, it is important that we stop your hip from causing you so much pain, the article said this works, so let's give it a try, there is only the three of us here, no one is scheduled to visit, it is a good time, besides your legs will be warmer and stop aching with the pantyhose on." Before Billy could reply Krissy walked in with her hands behind her back. "How did he take it?" she asked her mother, watching Billy. Her arms came forward one dangling from one hand was a pair of heels, the other clutched a pair of beige pantyhose and there was a flash of something shiny and pink in the middle of the hose. Billy saw the flash and looked at his sister grinning and over to his mother. "Mom don't make me wear pantyhose please, there must be something else that will work?" Sara just shook her head quietly back and forth a stern look appearing on her face. "Billy you are to put on the stockings and heels and come downstairs, I want you to give this a try, if it doesn't work, then we will look for something else, but I am serious about this, there is no discussion or argument. Now change please." Krissy stepped forward, her grin quite wide now, holding up her pantyhose and heels for her brother to put on. This was going to be good to see the little twerp prancing around in heels. Billy looked at the pantyhose that were just inches from his face now and saw the pink again, he turned to his mom... "Panties too? I have to wear panties?" His face showed a look of shock. Sara held up a pair of his boxers that were lying on the floor "Come one Billy, do you think it would be comfortable to wear these under a pair of snug fitting pantyhose? Thank your sister for your new underwear Billy and stop this nonsense, they are just clothes, we wear them all the time." "Girl's clothes," Billy complained again, taking the shoes and nylons from his sister. She ruffled his hair. "Come on bro, I won't tell anyone and look" pointing to her feet below her jeans, "I am wearing them too, they help to keep my legs from aching too." "Yes, but you are a girl!" Billy pointed out, very clearly. "Billy! I have had enough. You know what to do," Sara told him, with a very stern look. Sara and Krissy left the room, closing the door behind them, loudly. Billy's heart was pounding, he had been actually told to put on panties, pantyhose and heels, furthermore that he had to wear them until further notice. He was very excited as he stripped off his boxers and jeans. Taking the pink satin panties, noticing his sister selected a high rise bikini, he pulled them on, feeling their snug fit as they slid over his bum. There was a seam in the center at the back that slipped into his crack, accenting it. There was going to be a vivid panty line across the center of his cheeks, he peeked in the mirror twisting back and forth. The pantyhose he was careful with, tugging them up so as not to put a run in them, they fit snugly over his hairless legs. His sister was always envious that he had no hair on his legs whereas she had to wax. Tugging his jeans back on, he noticed how easily they pulled up, and as he moved he felt them slide across the nylon sending shivers up his back. With each move he was reminded that he was wearing pantyhose, it was a feeling that was going to send shivers up his back, all day long. He looked at the shoes, they were a brown sandal with a four inch heel. His feet were small so the heel seemed very tall to him as he slipped his foot in each shoe fastening the ankle strap. Standing he wobbled a bit, looking in the mirror at the tall heels. He was close to standing on his toes, the arch was so high. Carefully he made his way downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother and sister were making lunch. His heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floors he entered, watching them look first at him and then down at his stocking clad feet which were peeking out below his jeans. Sara smiled and asked if he felt a difference. Billy acted surprised and said "my hip is not hurting and it seems to be fine right now, but seriously could you find a pair of shoes with a higher heel?" Krissy reminded him the article said the highest possible heel should be worn and that she had some shoes with much higher heels that they would give him when he became accustomed to walking in heels. "Much higher heels, you expect me to wear heels that are even higher?" Billy exclaimed. "Oh yes, I have a pair that I wore to that kinky Halloween party last year," she said, "you should love them as they are ballet heels." Billy rolled his eyes "Ballet slippers have no heels" Billy mumbled, walking to the table so he could sit down. "Ballet shoes silly," Krissy corrected. "They have heels and I can't wait to see you mincing around in them." She added, "They lock on too, so once you are wearing them, you will be stuck in them." "Krissy..." Sara warned with a stern glance. Watching Billy sit down, his jeans riding up and his cute feet fully exposed with the sandals now. "Oh no you don't missy, you have to stand and walk as much as possible to get used to the heels and to help reseat your hip." she told him. "You can make us lunch. Missy, did she say missy? Billy moaned but his heart did another pitter-patter as he was ordered to do chores. His heels clicked as he walked around the kitchen gathering bread and cold cuts from the refrigerator to make sandwiches. He loved the feeling as the nylons rubbed against his jeans and the confining feel of the shoes squeezing his feet forcing him to walk almost on his toes. He planned his next edit to the web site as he opened a tin of soup to heat. When lunch was prepared he set the table, his mother and sister talking and watching occasionally. When lunch was finished he was delegated to the cleanup as they left to sit outside. Later Billy joined them on the porch. Sitting down he reached down and slipped a shoe off. His mother called out "Hey what are you doing?" Billy complained his feet were sore. She just said "They will be until your feet become used to the heels, but that won't happen if you take them off. Don't let me catch you taking off your shoes again without permission. The article also said you must keep your heels raised to help your hip so no way are you taking them off." Billy's plan was clicking in place, now he was not allowed to remove his shoes. Then he was surprised when his mom asked, "Isn't today a lawn cutting day, the grass is very tall." Billy looked out at the lawn, sure enough the grass desperately needed to be cut. His mom said, "No time like the present." looking at him with that.. Well get up and do it look. Billy asked if he could go put on his runners so he could push the mower about. "No, I just told you that you were to wear those heels all day, the walking will do you a lot of good." "But mom my heels will sink in the grass, it will be hard to walk." "That will do the lawn some good too, you will aerate the lawn, that is supposed to be good for the grass," she smirked. "Put the weight on your toes and you won't sink in too much. Now off you go." The sun had come out and it was hot on the porch, the lawn was going to be much warmer, even though the house remained cool most of the day with all the shade from the trees, the lawn was going to be too hot for jeans and pantyhose. Billy tried the next part of his plan.... "Mom it is too hot to cut the lawn now, with the pantyhose on I am already starting to melt." "Billy, put on shorts. I don't expect you to cut the lawn in your jeans." "Can I take off the pantyhose then?" he asked, knowing the answer. "NO Billy, I am getting tired of this, you are wearing pantyhose and high heels for the rest of the month, stop asking. We will then judge if it is working, if so you will continue, is this clear?" Billy fought to keep a smile from forming. "Yes Mom," he quietly said, leaving to change into a pair of shorts. "Billy, borrow a pair of Krissy's shorts, yours are long and will not allow you to cool off much," she called out to him as he was walking away. "Aww Mom really?" "Yes Billy." Krissy had heard and quickly provided Billy with a cute, very short and snug pair of shorts, they were white so he couldn't whine about girly colors, well mostly white, there was a cute flower pattern around the waist. Later as he walked back and forth, his heels making pushing the mower so much harder. The only way he could walk was prancing carefully on his toes. The sun gleaming off his nylon encased legs he was feeling more like the family servant. Forced to do chores wearing heels and pantyhose. When he finished his mother came over and instructed him to sweep all the walk ways and driveway. He felt so exposed, but almost no one came down the long road, but still... The day continued, both his sister and mother tried to keep him filled with chores and tasks to keep him on his feet. He would sit down when given a chance and remove his heels, hoping to be caught. He was each time and his mother was becoming annoyed. "Billy please go and check the mailbox, and if I catch you taking your shoes off again I will be very annoyed" Billy gulped, the mailbox was at the end of their lane, which was more like a road it was so long, then the mailbox was on the street. Cars did drive by out there, only the first half of the drive was treed, then he would be exposed with nowhere to hide. "Ok Mom I will just put my jeans back on" "Don't be silly, it is still quite warm out, off you go," she smiled. She watched as he left, Krissy's shorts were much cuter on him than he probably knew. Billy began the walk down the drive, his heels clicking loudly on the asphalt. The breeze tickled his legs and the sun beat down at them, the feeling was intense. He felt the nylon rubbing as his legs brushed each other while concentrating on keeping his balance, still getting accustomed to walking in the high heels. He watched a car drive by on the road as he started to clear the trees, he knew the pantyhose his sister gave him, had a shine to them, they would be noticed if anyone drove by. He hadn't expected to be told to wear her shorts. She did pick a very girly pair, he knew she had much plainer shorts, but he wanted to wear these, so he didn't put up much of a fuss. They were quite snug and were showing a lot more of his pantyhose than any shorts he owned. He debated going back and saying there was no mail, but there was always something, junk mail and a paper. It was another quarter mile of lane to walk before he reached the road, he now felt his mother was punishing him for taking his shoes off with the long walk and possibly some embarrassment. He dwelled on what he had gotten himself into as he continued, he set up the parameters but his sister and mother were the unknowns in his little experiment. What they could make him do was the exciting part. Before he knew it he had reached the end of the drive and looked up and down the road, he couldn't see around the corner, so there was really no way to know... He opened the mailbox his back to the road when he heard a car go by slowly, pins and needles tickled his back as he broke out in a cold sweat. With his long hair, he hoped the driver or passengers, he wasn't going to look, would think it was just a girl checking the mail. The horn tooted and he still didn't look. He heard the car continue on and gathered up the mail and paper quickly then began his long walk back to the house. He walked wiggling his behind like his sister did, enjoying the feeling of the nylon rubbing over his tush, the sun on his back and the excitement at being seen. He began to think of his next edit, wondering how it would morph with his sister and mother interjecting their own ideas. He thought it would be humiliating if he had to walk with this wiggle all the time... Reaching the house with no more cars sneaking up on him, his feet now hurting quite a bit from the long walk he again wondered at the events he started, knowing now, he was stuck in the high heels and pantyhose for at least a month with no way out. After being told to make and serve dinner, following up with washing and drying the dishes. Billy felt more like the house slave. They had a perfectly good dishwasher but Billy's mom decided if he did them by hand he would be forced to stand longer. There was no arguing with her. His feet were really sore now. When his kitchen chores were completed Billy made his way into the living room, his heels clicking loudly on the floors. It was still quite warm and the heat finally managed to find its way into the house, so Billy was still wearing his shorts, he kept sliding his palms over his thighs feeling his silky legs. He stood at the edge of the living room and asked if he could now sit down. "Yes honey, but leave your shoes on please, you have taken them off quite enough today," his mother answered. He slipped onto the couch across from his sister to watch T.V. His sister stretched out, her feet brushing against his thighs. She giggled sliding her foot up and down his thigh and said "oh that feels nice, you do have pretty legs Billy." watching him blush. She had caused him to blush a few times today with remarks she had made. Telling him that she loved having a new servant to wait on her. It was what he wanted so this caused a blush rather than an argument as he hastened to do whatever she had asked. She enjoyed ordering him about, knowing he had to obey. "Mom don't you find Billy to be very eager to please today?" she asked her mother, pressing her feet against his thighs. "I bet he would even give me a foot massage if I asked," she giggled. "I bet he would love one after wearing those heels all day," Sara said, "too bad he can't take his shoes off." "How about it Billy, can I have a foot massage?" Krissy asked slipping one of her feet onto his lap. "That's just mean Krissy." Sara giggled. "But mom you told Billy he had to do whatever I told him to do today." Krissy pointed out. "Besides I spent most of my day helping to make sure he stayed on his feet moving around. I think I deserve a reward for all my trouble." "Oh all right." Sara said "Billy rub your sisters feet, she is right she did spend her day helping you." As Billy took her nylon covered foot and started rubbing it he thought, yeah, helping me... more like tormenting and teasing me as she made me her slave. The aroma of his sisters foot mixing with the nylon teasing his nose. Her feet were damp and he knew his hands would be taking on that same smell. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was the smell of feet. His mind twitched on being the house slave again. Krissy smiled and rubbed her other foot in his lap, stroking the inside of his thighs as she wiggled it about. "Mmm that feels good, I think you should do that every night from now on." "Mommm," Billy said looking over at Sara. "Oh shush, she has rubbed your feet enough, honestly you two. If your sister asks you to rub her feet, can't you just do it without making a big deal?" Krissy smiled. "Oh goody, a nightly activity then, this will be so nice to look forward to, my personal foot massager." Smiling as she stretched her toes out, lifting one foot teasingly toward his face. He glared at his sister as the aroma intensified while continuing to rub her other foot. She was such a tease. But she made him rub her feet the entire time they sat there. The nylon of her stockings rubbing over his nylon covered thighs, she seemed to like the feeling as she kept sliding her feet back and forth while watching T.V. He wondered if she knew what that feeling was doing to him as her delicate feet slid up and down his legs. It wasn't too long before Sara sent them off to bed, reminding billy to keep the pantyhose on all night and asked Krissy to get a fresh pair of panties for him in the morning. She offered Billy a night shift to sleep in and Sara told Billy he may want to consider that, wearing pantyhose under his flannel PJ's would be too warm. Billy relented, excited at the thought of being forced to wear girls clothes to bed too. Before going to sleep he edited the web page, with new tips, for tomorrow, wondering what the changes would bring as they snowballed out of his control today. Snuggling under his covers, the "night shift" his sister provided was of course very girly, she didn't miss an chance to humiliate him. ............... Day two The sun was streaming in the window and Billy woke up and stretched, feeling his pantyhose slide across the sheets. Getting out of bed he glanced in the mirror. The cute nightgown his sister gave him barely covered him, he then realized she had given him a new pair of panties for today, they were on his dresser, as he put them on he noticed that they were pinker and covering even less of his behind, he pulled the pantyhose back on and stepped into the heels that were also left on his dresser, they had a slightly higher heel. Great. Getting dressed first thing in the morning was something none of them did, they usually lounged around in their nightwear until after breakfast. He didn't have a bathrobe, he wondered what to do when he heard his Mother calling him. "Billy are you awake yet?" He called out, "Yes Mom." "Then come down now please, the website has been updated and we need to talk." "I only have on Krissy's nightgown Mom," he yelled back, hoping he would be told to come down wearing that. "That's fine honey, it is all Krissy has on, come on down please, and don't forget your heels," she added. Billy sipped the sandals on his feet, fastening the ankle strap and looked in the mirror, his legs shining with the tan hose right up to his butt, he would have to be careful bending over or those pink panties were going to make an appearance. He was sure he would be teased at that. He noticed that the extra inch of heel really forced him to stand on his toes. Moments later he clicked his way into the kitchen where his mother and sister were peering into the computer whispering. His mother looked up. "Good morning sleepy head. First off how is your hip?" He told her it hadn't bothered him for a while now. "Since yesterday when you started with the pantyhose and heels?" she asked. "I guess so." He nodded pulling out a chair to sit down. "There is more on the site today as this morning Billy," his mother said watching billy stand there in the short nightgown. "The research indicates, as was mentioned yesterday, that bending from the waist caused the hip to grind and weaken the joint." Billy nodded. "So we need to be sure that you do not bend at all, rather bend your knees and squat, if you need to pick something up." "ok, so I won't bend," Billy offered. "Well it is not that easy, you bend and will bend without knowing it, even tiny bends. There is a technique to make you more aware of this though, to help curb you or train you to not bend at the waist. It is something girls learn at an early age." Billy offered a confused look. His mother pointed to the large mirror on the wall across the room. He looked. "Bend over just a bit," she said. Billy did so and blushed right away, the hem of the short nightgown slid up exposing his pink panties. "Very cute bro," his sister said walking into the room. Billy blushed more. "Bingo," said his mother. "This is how girls learn not to bend, or they expose themselves, just as you did, so the world will see their cute little panties too." Billy stood up and tugged at the hem of the nightgown, but it was short and would not come down any more. He glanced in the mirror again and saw he was covered, barely. Krissy giggled. Sara continued, "They recommend that if you wear a short skirt or dress for a while, you will quickly learn not to bend. Just as a young girl does, just as Krissy did." "Oh I remember that, you would smack my bum whenever you saw my panties, quite hard too," Krissy said. "It worked though didn't it?" Sara asked her daughter. "Yes, you still do it too," Krissy said. "You mean you will smack Billy's bum if you see his panties?" "Well, we both will," Sara told her daughter, glancing at Billy. "Just as I do with you. If I see you expose your panties, I smack that cheek, if you bend enough that I see panties on both cheeks, you receive two smacks." "If I remember right, you would increase the smacks if you caught me again that day," Krissy said. Billy looked at the two of them. "You expect me to wear skirts and dresses now so you can spank me? That is nuts, no way I am going to wear a dress." Krissy started to laugh and pointed at him. "You are wearing a dress now Billy, and it is very short." Billy blushed and his mom continued, "They also said, that to strengthen your hip you should wiggle your hips back and forth, like a model does on a catwalk." "Wiggle my hips?" Billy pretended to look confused. His sister got up and walked across the room. "like this silly," she said as her bum wiggled back and forth in her jeans. Sara watched. "Yes like that but they said more exaggerated, to really swing your hips." Krissy again walked across the room, her bum moving considerably now in her snug jeans. "You want me to walk like that?" Billy exclaimed. "Yes," his mother said, "and if I catch you walking without swinging your bum, I will smack your bum and make you walk back and forth until you get it right." That wasn't on the website, another way his suggestion morphed beyond his control. Krissy grinned at him, "Oh do I get to give him smacks too if he doesn't wiggle while he walks?" she asked playfully. "Of course, we need to enforce this treatment for Billy, so yes, you will also smack his bum if you see his panties, or he fails to wiggle his bum when walking, and smack it hard, this is not a game," Sara said, looking into Billy's eyes. Billy glanced at the website again, he hadn't put on that the smacks should be hard, as he was reading he felt something at his ankle, his mother was bending down working on the ankle straps of his shoes. He heard a click. Then another one. Krissy giggled. As his mother stood up, he looked at the two tiny padlocks she had fastened on his shoes. "There, you won't be taking them off without permission today." Putting the keys in her pocket. This also wasn't on the website, he wiggled his foot, felt the lock bouncing on his ankle, the weight feeling like a brick even though it was a tiny brass lock. A slave, the feeling washed over him again. His suggestions on the website were quickly becoming beyond his control. "Breakfast please," his mother said smiling, watching her son prance across the kitchen in the nightgown, his stocking legs and the high heels clicking on the tile floor. She was enjoying having a servant. He also seemed to be much easier to control, the wild behavior was gone, he was obedient. This was going to be an interesting month, if this continued, she may make it the entire summer... or longer. Billy was quiet as he made his mother coffee, toasted bread, scrambled eggs, already composing his next edit to the page, the slave feeling and the padlocks on his ankles had given him an idea. But once set in motion, he would be stuck that way for a while, truly a house slave. He twitched thinking about that. Lost in his thoughts he didn't hear his mother approach. The loud smack and sudden stinging feeling on his bum was a shock, before he could react she smacked his other cheek. "Bending Billy, you have to concentrate, no bending. I saw your pink panties, they are quite cute by the way," his mother said pulling his nightgown down. "Next time you get two on each cheek. Too bad they don't cover more of your bum." Having her lift the hem of his nightgown, so she could smack him on his panties, was so embarrassing, but the tingles that this sent through him, left him speechless. He still felt the smacks, glanced at his sister to see her smirking. He wondered how long before she would be spanking him as well. He knew she would be watching closely and quite likely setting up chores for him where he would need to bend. He quietly continued making breakfast, feeling the hem of the nightgown brushing his thighs, tickling his legs. The heels were definitely harder to walk in, his steps were more careful. He began to set the table, feeling strange as he walked up to his sister, virtually wearing her clothes, the shoes locked on his feet made him very aware that he was stuck this way. he placed a plate in front of her and seconds later felt another smack on his behind. He gasped as the second smack arrived, his face inches from his sisters, she peeking into his eyes watching as the second two made him blink. "No bending, Billy," his mother said, with each smack. Krissy watched him blink with each smack, noticing how his face scrunched up and he twitched, mom was hitting hard, she was looking forward to doing the same. Keeping her brother all femme was making her feel funny inside, to have him do whatever she asked... it was like having a slave. When the spanking was finished Billy rubbed his behind, feeling the pantyhose covering his panties, he blushed when his sister watched. "Mom I can't help it, to do some chores I have to bend a bit, how else do you put plates on the table?" he asked. "Bend your knees or kneel," his mother told him. "Next time you will have eight smacks on each cheek. Each time they double in number, you will soon remember or your behind is going to be very red." Kneel he thought, like a slave, kneeling before his mother and sister, serving them. He twitched again. He wanted to try this, to submit. He went back to the counter to get another plate and the cutlery. When he got back to the table he dropped to his knees and placed them on the table. His sister watched carefully as he knelt by her feet, she slid her foot along his leg, to the hem of his nightgown, teasing again. He waited until she finished before standing up, he was becoming submissive she thought. Maybe he should have a collar too she thought. Billy brought the coffee over for his mother who was now sitting, waiting. He knew if he put the cup on the table he would bend, so he dropped to his knees again and raised the cup as in an offering. His mother took it from him and asked when breakfast would be ready, yes this servant routine was becoming very pleasurable. Billy told her a few minutes yet and went to get some OJ for his sister. Again, he dropped to his knees before her raising the glass up to her. She took it smiling. "Mom I could get used to this I think," she said. Sara looked over smiling too. "Yes I am liking the new Billy too," she said watching him blush yet again. "After breakfast could you pick out a skirt or dress for him to wear today?" she asked Krissy, keeping an eye on billy. "Something very short?" Billy turned to look at his mom, still kneeling before his sister who hadn't taken the juice yet. "How short Mom? Do I really have to wear a skirt or dress today?" "Not just today, but for the rest of the month you will be in a dress or skirt and heels Billy, longer if this works." Thinking that keeping her son in dresses for the summer would solve a big problem, no more fighting, arguing from him, just obedience.. and all the chores would be completed. This was too good to be true. "Now, is breakfast ready? Haven't you rested enough?" she asked her kneeling son. Krissy giggled and took the juice from him. After breakfast, and the clean up, where Billy avoided any more spanks as his mother and sister left him alone in the kitchen, he went into the living room where his mother told him Krissy was waiting in her room with his clothes for the day. He went carefully up the stairs, the shoes were so much more difficult to walk in, he wondered about a month of this. Knocking on Krissy's door he wondered what outfit she would choose for him. The door swung open and she pulled him in the room. On the bed was a black mini dress. He remembered she wore it years ago, it was short, very short. With long puffy sleeves with heart shaped openings at the top of each sleeve. She told him to take off the nightgown and she would help him with the dress. Before he could offer an objection, she said he was covered and she had seen his panties a few times this morning, so to just get to it. Billy tugged the nightgown off, folding it neatly and holding it. She took it from him and came back with the dress, she held it over his head and tugged it down. It barely covered his tush, she zipped it up in the back. "You will need help unzipping this," she said. "I could never reach the zipper when I wore it, so I am afraid you will be stuck in it unless we help you take it off." As Billy tugged at the hem she came back with a black choker and quickly fastened it around his neck, it had a tiny padlock that he always thought was decorative when Krissy wore it, but he heard it click. "Why do I need a choker?" he asked grasping the tiny lock and tugging, only to find it was not coming off. "It goes with the dress silly," she told him. "But I can clip a leash to it if you want?" she added teasing... sort of. "Krissy, come on, this is hard enough. I don't want to wear a dress, I mean, I am a guy. Now I have to wear dresses, panties, pantyhose and heels that mom locks to my feet and now you put a dress on me that I can't take off. Then I have to do all the chores. I feel like the house slave." Billy sighed as he let it all flow out. Krissy smiled and tugged on his collar. "I like that... house slave," she said. "Mom said to gather up all the laundry and take it downstairs, she said to do it one article at a time so you get more walking in, don't forget to swish either, unless you want to be spanked..... slave." "One article at a time? I will be doing that all day, up and down two flights of stairs. I am not going to do it," Billy stammered but thinking, this is what he wanted, to be forced to do chores and the dress was so cute. "Oh?" Sara said walking by the room with perfect timing. "You are not going to do it? We go to all this trouble to help your hip heal and you just stand there and say you are not going to do it?" Her voice was rising and she was getting quite angry. Billy hung his head. "But mom these shoes are so hard to walk in, now with the swishing you want me to do and the spankings, then up and down the stairs so many times, I don't know it just seems so unfair." "Would you rather just go back to your jeans and loafing on the couch while your hip gets worse?" she asked him. He looked at her and quietly whispered, "No, I want it to heal too Mom. I will do as you ask." "Good then, but don't forget to swing your behind, if we catch you not doing so you will be spanked, you understand this right?" "Yes mom," Billy said, tugging the hem down on the ultra short dress. He caught his reflection in the mirror and it was just so cute with puffy sleeves, a flared skirt, a tiny opening below the collar in a heart shape and knowing that he couldn't take it off or the shoes now that he thought of it, he was truly helpless now. The black choker around his neck with the shiny brass padlock centered... a slave girl. He walked over to Krissy's hamper to start his trek up and down the stairs, of course the first item in the pile was a pair of delicate panties, and his Mom and Sister were standing watching him. He picked up the wispy yellow panties and started out the room, he was blushing furiously. Sure enough he forgot to wiggle his tush. "Billy, I just finished telling you that you must wiggle your behind or you will be spanked. Seconds ago!" "Sorry mom," he replied standing, holding his sisters panties carefully looking cute in his oh so high heels and hosed legs. "The dress was truly short." She went over and lifted his hem, using a brush from Krissy's dresser she started spanking him, the swats were loud and painful. She wasn't counting, she just continued alternating cheeks with a methodical spanking. Billy looked in the long mirror again seeing himself in the short black dress, the hem raised and smack after smack landing on his behind each one stinging more than the last. After forty or so she stopped, his behind was red and very tender but a glow spread through him as well, he never thought he would be spanked so long when he started this. He never put on the website how many smacks he should get, just that he should be spanked. He figured one smack. Boy was he wrong. "Perhaps you will remember to wiggle now, I know your behind is stinging, maybe that sting will jog your memory." She gave him one final hard smack and dropped his hem, tugging it down. "Now back to your chores." Holding the panties, Billy walked slowly out of the room, wiggling his behind with each step. In his head he started to calculate, yesterday his sister wore pantyhose, jeans, a bra, top and panties. Five items, five trips up and down two flights of stairs. He knew he had three days of clothes in his hamper, so she probably did as well. fifteen trips, about the same for himself and his mother, forty five trips, one item at a time. wiggling, with a stinging behind. a slave. clothes locked on, such a short dress, he was in a trance as he walked down the stairs. He walked down the hall catching his reflection in the hall mirror again, looking at himself in the black mini dress carrying a pair of yellow panties, turning and going down the stairs to the basement, remembering to keep wiggling, he wasn't sure if he was ready to be spanked more. Knowing he set that in motion and it couldn't be stopped now, wiggle or be spanked, and hard too. Reaching the laundry room he put the panties on the washer and began his journey back to his sisters room for the next article of clothing in her hamper. He passed his mother in the hall, she commented on his nice wiggle, he blushed. She said, "You know, you may want to have Krissy do something with your hair, something to match the way you are dressed, then if someone catches a glance of you when you pick up the mail they won't think much of it." Billy stopped. "You want me to get the mail wearing a dress?" He tugged at the hem, it was just so darn short. "Yes of course, the long walk down the drive is good for you, this will be one of your daily chores, rain or shine. So give some thought to what I said, maybe some braids or a ponytail, it is certainly long enough" she patted his bum and continued to the kitchen. He continued up the stairs and down the hall to his sisters room, he was thinking of the long walk down the driveway wearing this dress, more shivers and tingles. Krissy was sitting on her bed going through some magazines as he entered, she watched him wiggle carefully over to her hamper where he grabbed the pantyhose sitting on the top of the pile. She smiled and said, "You will have to hand wash those, the machine will destroy them." "Hand wash? I am not washing your underwear," he stammered. She laughed, "Of course you are, you do all the chores now, so washing is one of the chores, hand washing lingerie is what you do, not just the pantyhose. Yours too now, your panties and pantyhose" Pointing to his legs. "What panties too?" he asked. "Umhum," nodding and giggling. "Billy ask your sister about your hair," his mom called out from downstairs. "What about your hair?" she asked him. "Mom said you should braid it or put it in a ponytail" he said looking down but secretly hoping she would. She hooked a finger in the lock at his collar and pulled him over to her dresser, pushed him in to the chair, where he flopped down. She was still holding on to his collar and used it to turn his head from side to side as he sat there holding on to her dirty pantyhose. More tickles in his tummy. She snatched a brush from her dresser and started working, long strokes and grabbing hand full's of his long blonde hair. Pulling tightly she quickly formed a pony tail and a black scrunchy held it in place. She turned his head side to side again and reached over to her makeup.... Billy was just sitting quietly not paying attention when a tube of pink lip stick was waving in front of his face. She pulled his hair back, tilting his head, before he knew it, his lips were a glossy soft pink. She giggled. Just then their mother passed the room and peeked in to see why Krissy was giggling, "oh very cute" she said looking at the ponytail, then noticing the soft pink lips on her blushing son. She giggled too. Billy started to put up a fight, even though the soft pretty face staring back at him sort of amazed him. "Mommmmm," he started. "Oh Mom nothing," she said, "let your sister have some fun, she has no girlfriends near, so a do over could be some fun for her." "Really Mom?" Krissy asked "Yes honey, do your best, let's see how pretty you can make him." Billy squirmed, still holding the pantyhose, his hands resting on his nylon covered legs, the dress so short it just covered his panties. "Mom," he started again. "Sit quietly Billy, let's see if you are as pretty as I think you are." It didn't take long to transform Billy, he looked in the mirror and his reflection sent more shivers up his back. "Mom can I wash this off now?" he asked with a quiet voice. "OMG Billy, no, you look too cute. You may spend the day like this, and thank your sister please." Billy never thought his plan would go in this direction. He got up from the chair in a trance and took Krissy's pantyhose to the laundry room, 46 trips later and another spanking he had all the laundry on the counter ready to be sorted. He was so tired and his legs and feet were being tortured. But each time he passed a mirror he saw this cute blonde girl looking back at him helplessly. His mother met him in the basement and had him sort the clothes into whites, lingerie and colors. The whites went in the washer right away. She then told him to fill the laundry tub with a soapy water so he could start hand washing the delicates. A pair of Krissy's panties were on the top of the pile, she handed them to him and told him to dip them in the soapy water and then to rub the material with his hands to work in the suds. He dropped them and reached down to grab them from the bottom of the sink. Of course this got him another hard spanking, he stood there holding the damp sudsy panties while his mother turned his behind red again, each stroke stinging more than the last, this was a real spanking, totally out of his control. "Be more careful," he was told. "When the load in the washer has finished, put it in the basket and take it outside to hang on the line, Put the colors in the washer. When you have finished hand washing, you can hang them on the line as well." "Do I have to do this all the time now?" he asked. "Of course, each morning after you clean the kitchen this will be your first chore, then make the beds. After that you can dust and wax. By then the clothes will be ready to hang outside." "Outside?" Oh great, outside dressed like this, locked in his clothes too, his tummy really twitched. What was going to happen next?