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Billy goes home "Billy! You must explain this," Robyn demanded, looking again at the flower sticking out of his bum. The vivid red stripes covered his behind, he had obviously been punished severely, but by who? Her mother? Billy explained about the children, how they spanked him until her Mother appeared and then vanished, how they came back when she left and spanked him more. He told her how they were poking his behind with their sharp sticks and how one of them started to poke his stick between his cheeks until he poked a hole into his pantyhose. That the girl, who he thought was nice compared to the boys, then while laughing, poked the flower stem into his behind, quite far in, and left it there. If her Mother hadn't returned again, he would still be stuck out in the field at their mercy, who knows what games they would have played. Billy didn't turn to face Robyn, he stood facing the counter with his bound hands holding onto the edge. He asked quietly, "Robyn, please take it out." Robyn thought for a moment. "Did Mom see the flower?" "Uhm, yes." "She didn't take it out obviously," Robyn pondered out loud. "Billy if mom wanted the flower to be removed, she would have done so. I think she has left it there to teach you a lesson. If I take it out, she may punish me." Billy thought for a moment. The vision of Robyn receiving a spanking was a bit exciting for some reason, her taunt behind was beyond cute, her jeans were painted on. Robyn reached over and wiggled the flower a bit. Billy gasped and jumped. She giggled. "It bounces when you move." "Yes I know. I wish you would take it out." Robyn pulled on the flower a bit, it started to slide out, but then it stopped, she noticed that the stem was stuck on his pantyhose, the hole was large enough to let the stem in, but had sort of gripped it, maybe some fibers were stuck into the stem. She tugged a bit more but it was not coming out. So she let go, the flower slowly slid back in, on its own, the pantyhose that she had pulled up so high on billy were very tight, the elastic fibers pulled the flower back into his bum. As the flower had slid out, the feeling made billy freeze, to have Robyn pulling something out of his bum was such an odd feeling, but when she let go and it slid back in his gasp was very audible. So Robyn did it again watching his face. His eyes were closed. She wiggled the flower again, he bent over a bit and his eyes opened wider. "Robyn what are you doing?" he stammered. Just then Amy came into the kitchen, wondering where lunch was, after all, they had a maid now didn't they? As she rounded the corner she saw Robyn standing by billy, she had forgotten that her mom told them to leave billy's dress raised so his bum showed all day, so they could spank him easier and more often. Today was a day of punishment for the lie he had told. Then Amy stopped, froze. Mouth dropped open. She saw the flower peeking out between his cheeks, the ones the pantyhose were holding so tightly. "Wha... Uhmm.... Hey, what is that?" she finally managed. Robyn giggled. "Billy is trying flower power." "Huh?" Amy answered, coming closer. "When billy was cutting the lawn, some bratty children caught him stuck in the lawn so they spanked him with sticks." Robyn traced some of the lines across billy's bum to show Amy. Billy felt the touch, it was so electric, but demeaning too, to have his behind exposed like that, unable to prevent someone from just touching it, as though it was their right. "But what about the flower?" Amy asked. Robyn told her, watching as Amy came closer. She reached out and wiggled the flower. "It is in his bum?" she asked in wonder. Billy froze again, Amy was still wiggling the flower, he gripped the counter. He couldn't turn, he couldn't reach back with his hands. If they wanted to wiggle the flower, he couldn't do anything about it. It was so degrading, and it was doing things to him. Robyn just watched, she watched Amy explore the flower, she watched billy squirm. Amy's fingers slid across the nylon covering the red welts on his behind, lightly. He shivered. "Do they still hurt?" she asked him. "Yes," was all billy could manage in reply, she had not stopped wiggling the flower, he was entering his trance again. What was she doing? She tugged on the flower suddenly, pulling it out, quickly, she pulled it out farther than Robyn had and much quicker, but she didn't have a good grip on it, so when the nylon wouldn't stretch anymore the flower was pulled out of her hand as it zipped back into his bum, but much faster than when Robyn had done it. Billy lurched forward and gasped loudly. Amy was surprised, she took the flower in her hand again and gave it a good tug, just as before it zoomed back into place. Billy moaned. Amy was a determined girl. She hadn't realized that the stem of the flower was not a perfectly shaped tube, it was bumpy, irregular, it thickened at the part she couldn't see. The nylon had a very strong grip on it, and the fibers of the pantyhose had imbedded themselves into the stem. They were not going to release the flower. The bumpy stem, with the thickened part, well they were just sliding in and out not to little effect either. Amy pulled it out again, more slowly this time, when it stopped she tried pulling harder, The flower came out a tiny bit more but stopped again. Then it slipped out of her hand and really charged back in. Billy lurched over the counter, bent over the top. Amy moved forward and gripped the flower again, but pushed it in a bit deeper before she started to tug on it. When billy felt it move in deeper he yelped and squirmed on the counter. Robyn stepped closer and raised her quirt, she gave him a smack. "Hold still," she ordered. Wondering where this was going to go. Billy felt the stinging smack across his cheeks, just below the flower. The timing was bad, it heightened the feelings he was having, the feelings that were becoming out of control. The tight corset, was pressing, it covered his front, but it gave a point of rubbing too, he was trapped in the silky panties but it didn't mean that things didn't move in them, and rub, and grow against the tight corset. Each step he had taken in the back yard had been torture, he had rubbed, in his silky prison, against the snug fitting corset. Rubbed and rubbed with each step, with that darn flower wiggling. He had paused many times, to regain control only to have it taken away with his next step. He knew if a large wet spot appeared, it would be difficult to explain how this was against his wishes. How could he be stimulated if he didn't like it, it would cause everyone to wonder why he was stimulated, if he didn't want to be dressed up. Forced to dress up. No that wouldn't do at all, so he fought for control at all times. But now, with Amy, that stem moving in and out, over and over, then Robyn spanking him. control was becoming such a major issue, he was rapidly losing it. Amy twisted the flower, trying to unscrew it, that must be it, it must be screwed in she thought. She turned it many times as she pulled it out, the pantyhose twisting around the stem with each turn, tightening their grip. Billy was really squirming she noticed. Then suddenly the flower pulled out of her hand again, because she had twisted the fibers so tightly, it didn't come as far out, she was surprised. So was poor billy, when the flower screwed its way back into his bum. He gasped, twitched. Robyn spanked him again, hard, over and over. Amy gripped the flower and thought it may wiggle out, she pumped it in and out a few times, to loosen its grip. Robyn continued to spank him, with each smack he yelped and twitched, As Amy pumped he was grinding against the counter he was bent over. Neither girl was going to stop, both were absorbed in their task. Amy was pulling it out farther and pushing it back in, getting ready to tug it out. Robyn was just enjoying watching billy squirm. His tight little bum was twitching. Amy started to twist the flower again, pulling and turning it, twisting, and it again, zoomed out. Well not so much zoomed as screwed its way back in, quite deeply. Billy called out, "Ahhhhhh" The feelings were too much, Robyn had placed her hand on the small of his back so she was holding him down on the counter, Amy was literally screwing his bum, he could put it no other way, he was tied and helpless as she was bent on her task of removing the flower, Totally unaware of what she was doing to billy. He was being spanked, the quirt leaving little red marks on his lower cheeks. When the flower had broke free of her grip the last time she snatched it up again, as she did, it moved in a bit deeper, she figured wiggling more may loosen it, so that is what she was now doing, wiggling it deeply in his bum. Billy started to spasm. It was just too much. His behind tightened, he was jerking about. Robyn was still smacking him. Amy was still wiggling and he was lost in his release. But they didn't stop. it kept going. Robyn finally told Amy, "You better leave that in there, I don't think mom wanted us to take it out." "Oh," she replied letting the flower go, watching it zoom back in one more time. "I don't think it will come out anyway," she said. Billy's heart was hammering, Robyn was looking at him knowingly. She had a coy little smile on her face. His blush started at his toes and went to the top of his head. He turned his head, he was still bent over and she still had her hand at the small of his back. She gave him another slap with the quirt. "Ok billy, your rest is over, make our lunch please." Amy watched the flower bounce as billy stood up straight and started to make sandwiches, he wiggled across the room to gather bread and then to the refrigerator to get some cold cuts. The flower went from side to side, or sometimes up and down, when he would changed directions, it would circle. It never remained still, even when he was standing still working, it seemed to be wiggling a bit. He brought them a tray of sandwiches, standing beside the table, Robyn reached over with a grin and wiggled the flower when he served Amy. He jumped and clenched his cheeks together. She pushed it in a little, he arched his back, she pulled it out slowly. Amy didn't see what she was doing as billy put the tray on the table. "billy, would you do me a favor?" Robyn asked. Billy looked at her and she smiled sweetly. "My feet are very sore today, could you give them a rub like you did for Mom last night?" Billy curtsied. He was given a command, he had to do as she asked, "Thank you billy," she told him pointing under the table. Billy knelt down and crawled under. His flower was sticking out and wiggling. "Be careful not to sit on your flower billy," she told him. Her feet stretched out on to his lap, sliding up his nylons, toes wiggling. Her feet were very cute billy thought, taking one into his hands to begin massaging it. Amy used his leg as a foot rest as well, it just seemed so convenient to have a soft foot rest, and his nylon covered legs did feel nice as she rubbed her bare feet over them. Robyn slipped her foot between his thighs, the one not being massaged by him was wiggling its way up his legs until her toes, reaching their goal, made billy bang his head against the table in surprise. She stopped there, her toes had slipped beneath the snug fitting corset. Her toes were wiggling against something that was growing. She was right! Her toes felt wet now, squishy maybe. She rubbed more then slowly and carefully pulled her foot out from beneath his dress. Slowly she raised it, past the foot he was rubbing, billy was watching as her toes were slowly being raised to his face. She was so mischievous, he saw that they were shiny a bit, not just damp. He knew why, blushing deeply as her toes brushed against his nose, then pressed in, rubbing, smearing. She slid her toes slowly down over his lips then lowered it to his thighs. Again she slid it up between his legs, sliding easily on his pantyhose, slipping under both his dress and the tight corset. Her toes were pressed in against the wet patch, and the other thing, that seemed much harder now. She grinned, and rubbed sensually, her foot became quite wet again as she squeezed the dampness through the material. It clung to her toes. Out came her foot, making its way back up to billy's face, he watched again as her foot came closer and closer. The musky scent strong as her toes spread over his nose, slowly rubbing, the moisture spreading to his face, under his nose, down to his lips, she swirled her toes. Billy continued to rub her foot, his face was getting quite wet now, he couldn't raise his hands to wipe it off, he was holding her foot. He jumped again, her foot was sliding between his legs once again. Anticipation heightened his response, he was hypersensitive now. His head banged on the table top again. Amy, unaware of his sisters torments, finished her lunch and said she was going to phone her friend about their day trip tomorrow, so off she went, leaving the poor bound maid kneeling before Robyn, massaging her foot while she tormented him with her other foot. It was on its way back up, once again gleaming with its collection, having milked his panties, kneading his throbbing member, it was back just under his nose. She tapped lightly against his lips. She tapped again. He just knelt there, rubbing her foot. "Open your mouth billy," she whispered. He had no choice she tapped again. He opened his mouth and her toes slipped in. They were covered in the dampness. "Clean them off billy," She commanded. He had no choice, his tongue probed, tasted, and cleaned off her wet toes. He was so embarrassed. So humbled. She pulled her toes out, raised her foot just a bit. "The sole too billy, lick the sole clean." Long licks, lapping, cleaning, removing all the taste, all the dampness from her foot, his dampness. Obeying meekly. Robyn pulled her foot away, she stared out of the kitchen, dismissively calling out. "Clean up in here billy." Just as he finished sorting out the kitchen, they heard a car arrive in the driveway. "Mom is home early," Amy called out happily. Debbie entered the house, saw that the kitchen was spotless. The lawn was trimmed, just smiled. I do like having you around billy, it is so nice to have all the chores completed. We need to run you home now, I am sure your chores at home are piling up, but I intend to ask your Mom if you can make coming her a regular thing, maybe a couple of days a week. I will discuss it with her later." She offered billy no chance to consider this, she was just announcing that she may obtain the use of him, not even like a servant, as they would be paid but as something else. Billy looked down. She smiled. "I see you still have your pretty flower." Amy entered the kitchen just then. "I tried to pull it out Mom, but it is snagged on his pantyhose and they won't let it go, I really tried too." "Well we are taking him home now, or shortly, so maybe his Mom or Krissy can get it out," Debbie told her. Robyn piped up, "Mom don't forget we have to return the movies before two or there will be late charges." "Oh right, we don't want late charges again, we will drop them off first then," Debbie said noticing the time was getting close. "Okay girls, let's get busy, are you ready to go?" "Yes," they chorused eager to go for a ride into town. "Robyn, can you put Gingers bed in the back of the car?" Robyn looked puzzled. "billy will not be able to sit down with his flower, so the best way to transport him is in Gingers carrier, he can't sit down after all." Robyn grinned, ran off to get the pet cage. Billy was going to be caged again, it made her tummy tingle thinking about that. Billy's tummy was tingling too, being forced into the tiny cage again, with chains on, but he was going to be sent home with the flower sticking out of his bum, his sister was going to have a field day with this he just knew it. He squirmed standing there, in the kitchen, bound, with the tight corset squeezing him, the stockings still making his legs tingle, helpless. Amy took his leash and led him out of the house. Robyn had the carrier in the car, the hatchback was still open. The little maid was helped into the car with some careful pushing. Robyn pinched his bum to speed him along, his dress was still raised exposing his behind. He backed into the little cage, it was what he thought of it after being locked in it so long. Robyn closed the door, he heard a click and peeked out to see the big lock was again in the hasp. He was locked in. Wait, they were going into town first. Oh Noooooo. The road was bumpy, billy was pushed against the back of the carrier, his flower would hit the back wall and thrust in when he hit the plastic wall, bum first. When he managed to pull away from the wall, his pantyhose tugged the flower back out a bit. But then they would hit another bump and he was thrust once again against the back plastic wall of the carrier, the flower would slip back in deeper. It stem being bumpy and with a thickened section, really caused sensations in his bum. No one knew it, but he was being pumped on the rough road, in and out. He couldn't do anything to prevent it, it was totally out of his control. Corners were really bad, he would be tossed hard against the wall, the flower would zoom in deeply, his pantyhose were so tight that it would be tugged out, just as quickly when he slid the other way. In and out. For twenty minutes. Then they reached the paved smooth road into town. The ride was short now, but billy could see out. He saw the stores, he saw cars, he saw people walking on the sidewalks, if he could see them... They parked, Robyn ran the movies to the drop box at the video rental store, just making it time wise. Debbie said they had some extra time and were in town, maybe they should get their new shoes she had promised them last week, Both girls clapped, they were very happy. Billy wasn't so happy. The car pulled into the mall, Debbie was a fast driver it seemed, sharp corners, lots of them, billy was slammed back and forth helplessly. The mall! They parked and everyone got out, well everyone except billy who was really concerned he would be told to come along. But no, he was left, not just left but no one said anything to him at all, they got out of the car, locked the doors and went into the mall, leaving their pet locked in its cage, locked in the car. At least they left some windows open, a bit. He scrunched down, hoped no one would see or look into the car, They were not fast shoppers, billy started to doze off, then woke in panic. He had not updated the website last night, of course he couldn't he was locked in this cage last night, but his mother and Krissy, and maybe even Debbie would be checking the site, see there was no update, what would happen if they noticed that happened when he was not at home? What would happen if his mother managed to figure out he created the website? She would then know, he wanted to be forced to dress as a girl, to be forced to do all the family chores, to be spanked, to be chained up to make the chores so much harder to do, but he had to do them, to be spanked more because of those chains made him reveal his panties when he raised his ams and he had to raise them to do the chores. that he wanted all of that, what if she knew? Would she then say, okay billy, you can be the household slave, if this is what you want, we will dress you as a pretty girl all the time, teach you to do your makeup, your hair, punish you if you do not do a good job. You will do all of our chores, we will tie you up, we will spank you just for the fun of it.... would she do that? He groaned, he had to stop thinking of that, he had enough accidents today. Someone walked by the car, a boy and girl they were looking in, he didn't move. He was not sure if they saw anything or not, they were not very old, they called out to their father, but he just told them to hurry up. Then he heard their father tell them it must be a dog. But he looked back wondering. Billy shivered, and it was hot. The car doors opened, he froze. Oh phew it was them back, finally. The hatch opened, new shoes were dumped in beside the cage, "Robyn hurry up," Debbie called, leaving the hatch open, the cooler air swirled around billy, Debbie got in the car, left the hatch open for Robyn to toss her shoes in. billy was very visible now. He could see people, lots of them. Shoes were tossed in, bouncing off the cage and the hatch slammed shut, Robyn got in the car, billy realized he was in the back with their old shoes, they had their new ones on. Their old shoes, smelled too. No one asked how he was, he was just stored with their old shoes, at least their shoes weren't locked in a cage. He was. They went to the ice cream drive through, billy wasn't offered one, but then how would he eat it. But wait, after leaving the drive through, they pulled into a little park to eat their treats, the hatch back was opened again, and the cage was unlocked. Robyn put a small dish of ice cream in, just by his face which he had to keep pressed down to fit in the carrier. She closed the door and locked it again, He heard the hatch slam shut again. Did she ever close it slowly? They were sitting at a picnic table, he licked his dish of ice cream, it was nice, but his face was still covered with other things, so there was an odd taste to it as well. The hatch opened once again, his door was unlocked and Robyn removed the dish, wiped his face with a scented wipe. It was her scent, so she must be cleaning his face with the wipe she used first. His door was again locked, the hatch slammed shut. "Robyn!" Debbie exclaimed. "Be gentle, our car has to last a bit longer yet." They started home. Home was another twenty minutes down that bumpy road. Billy had not thought of the return trip. Or the corners race car Debbie took so violently, slamming him back and forth through town. The flower didn't forget though, it seemed as it plunged into his bum at the first corner. The pantyhose remembered too as they tugged it back out. "Mom you are a crazy driver," Robyn said, grabbing on to the dashboard. Debbie laughed, what do you mean, she turned the wheel back and forth rapidly causing the car to twitch on the road, she did it for a minute or so, they were all laughing it was like a ride at an amusement park. Not for billy though, the rapid turns were slamming the flower in and out at a fast rate, the back of the cage was banging his bum too, he was sliding on the slippery plastic floor back and forth, the flower was going in and out at the fastest rate yet. he moaned. oh no, not again. But the car wouldn't stop banging him. Repeatedly. Even when he had another accident, he still had fifteen minutes of banging to go, the car was not finished with him, the road was rough. He was bumped and banged, the flower just kept on going. He lost control again, just before they pulled into his long lane way. At least the drive was smooth now. Sara and Krissy were standing out front when they heard the car pull in ready to greet their neighbors. Everyone got out, well except for billy, and hugged greetings. "Where is billy?" Krissy asked looking around. "Oh!" Debbie exclaimed opening the hatch back. The pet carrier filling their view. Krissy giggled. "He is in there?" Debbie nodded. "That website said kneeling was great for his hip, but to kneel folded up like that for a long time, well he will cheat won't he?" Sara and Krissy nodded. "So I thought, what if he couldn't get up? Remembered our old dogs pet carrier and put two and two together. Tada, billy kneeling." Robyn and Debbie lifted the carrier out of the hatchback and placed it on the lawn. Everyone could see the chained maid kneeling in the tiny cage, the tiny cage with the big lock. "OH!" Sara said. "What a great idea, billy can sleep in it, which will help his hip all night, and then during the day when we have no chores for him, we can put him in there." 'What!' billy thought, locked in this carrier each night? Through the day too? Locked away? He still wasn't released, they were talking about their new shoes now, he was dismissed, left kneeling locked in his cage at their feet. Finally Robyn pulled out the key and gave it to Krissy. She bent down and unlocked the door. Billy crawled out, there were two gasps, his flower was revealed. He stood. The flower wiggled, Krissy giggled. Billy blushed. looked down, his chains jingled. Krissy reached over and wiggled the flower. Billy groaned. She wiggled it more and tugged, it shot out of her hand and back into his bum. "See?" Amy called out. "It is stuck." Krissy tugged it again, farther, it shot back in, she quickly realized the pantyhose were gripping it. This didn't stop her from tugging it repeatedly, as though she would get it out, each time it shot back in, she knew what she was doing, billy was squirming, his cheeks tightening, he moaned again. "It really does seem stuck doesn't it. Billy you need changing too, why don't you head in and I will clean you up and change you into something pretty." She knew the something pretty would make billy blush, it did. Billy started walking back to the house, he was wiggling with his tiny steps. Sara noticed and commented, "Wow he finally has a good wiggle, how did you manage that?" Debbie told her about the corset, and how it was helping his bending, but she said, "I think the flower is making him remember to wiggle, it sort of wiggles as he goes becoming a constant reminder for him." "Hmmmmmmm," Sara pondered thoughtfully. Krissy couldn't wait to see billy in just the stockings and corset. Debbie handed her two more pair of the stockings, White and beige. "She threw these in with the corset, it was an amazing deal, they really do compress his legs though, I think each step he takes makes them tingle all over." Krissy grinned, she was going to have such fun playing dress up with her brother. After their good-byes Krissy head up to find billy waiting in her room. "Well we have to see if we can get this flower out billy, it really is stuck." Billy groaned. Krissy tugged it, knowing it was going to shoot back in, she wiggled it, she pushed it in, she screwed it up and circled it, billy was dancing on the spot as she tormented him pulling, pushing, turning and wiggling the flower. She went on much longer than Amy, and with much more movement. She even tried pushing it in and pulling it out repeatedly, to see if she could get it to break free. Billy was moaning and quivering, he even convulsed once, but she didn't stop. "Well we are going to have to cut the pantyhose billy, I am not happy about that. You should be more careful so things like this don't happen. I think a spanking will be in order." Be more careful? How could he be more careful he was chained up helplessly all the time, anyone could do anything to his bum and he had no way to stop them. All the stripes on it showed that. She unlocked his chains, removed his apron and then the little black dress, dropping them on the floor for him to wash later. He stood there in the long corset his stockings and high heels which were still locked on. He looked very cute she thought. She found the corset to be very interesting with the cutaway for his bum. The flower was still peeking out too. She almost didn't want to take that out, she could see what it was doing to him. The laces were a bit hard to untie but she managed, then the corset slipped off easily, she unlocked his heels and told him to go shower. He was so relieved having been worried she would undress him and discover his accidents. He slipped off the heels and collapsed to the floor in pain. "What is the matter billy?" she asked very concerned. "Is it your hip?" "My feet, they are so sore, I can't walk on them he said in obvious pain. "Where they sore before you took off your heels?" "Not like this, they hurt, but I could walk, now I can't walk." "Put your heels back on," Krissy said, "let's see what happens." She helped him put the heels back on, the pain vanished. He was very confused. "Why does taking them off make my feet hurt so much?" he asked Krissy. She thought for a moment. "Billy, you have been wearing very high heels all the time, you even slept in them last night. Your legs and feet are adapting to the heels, removing them is going to hurt now." "You mean I have to wear high heels all the time or I won't be able to walk?" She nodded. "Here, let's try a lower heel to see what happens." She went to her closet and took out a pair with a three inch heel. She removed his shoes and slipped on the new ones. He stood, grimaced and sat down quickly. Jumped up having forgotten the flower, which plunged in when he sat on it, so when he stood it moved back out, but his feet were cramping again so he knelt in pain. "It is no good, they still hurt," he moaned. Krissy was concerned, she removed his shoes again, Billy, you can't shower with heels on, you will mess up the shower. So don't try to stand, crawl into the bathroom, wash up and then we can get some high heels on your feet again. Okay?" Billy agreed, he tugged the shoes off his stockinged feet and crawled out of her room, the flower peeking out of his behind, wiggling back and forth like a doggies tail Krissy thought. Billy removed the stockings and pantyhose, tugging the blasted flower out of his bum carefully. He freed it from the pantyhose and threw it out, hoping to never see anything like that again. Often you don't get what you hope for though. The shower felt magnificent. He rinsed out the panties, Robyn had pulled them up so high on him they had settled tightly in his crack, shifting to one side to let that girl poke the flower in. What a couple of days he thought, it was nice to be home. Krissy let him have a long shower, she knew he needed it, she opened the bathroom door and slipped a fresh pair of panties and a pair of beige pantyhose on the counter for him, she left a pretty summer dress too. She grinned. He was not going to love it. Billy finished up, it was hard to shower kneeling at the bottom of the shower stall. He slipped out and still kneeling he dried himself off. Then he saw Krissy had left him fresh clothing. He wondered what he was going to have to wear now. The panties and pantyhose were near the edge of the counter, so he just took them and slipped them on. The panties were a bright pink with lace, they were all lace, high cut so they would show lots of cheek. He smiled and pulled them on, they were pretty. Carefully he pulled the pantyhose up snugly. Then he looked for shoes, she had left none, so he was going to have to crawl out again, great. He looked for a dress or something, sure enough she left a dress. A light summer dress, he had always liked it when she wore it, it had a flared skirt that the wind often took, it was also just about the girliest dress she had, It was almost the same colour as the panties. There was some blue mixed in with the pink as a highlight color, a large bow at the back and it was short. She had grown out of it, seems she kept it though, he wondered why. He slipped it on, wondering if it was going to cover his panties even when he wasn't bending. He crawled back into her room, she had him sit in a chair and fixed his makeup and hair, Changing the style so he had some braids. She changed the theme back to soft pinks, it suited his face more and seemed to make him look younger. With the short summer dress he would look much younger. She had him kneel on the chair so he wouldn't have to stand and removed the dress. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Corset," she said holding it up. "Do I have to wear that again?" "Yup." She grinned slipping it around him. She was pretty adapt at putting the corset on him he noticed, tightening the laces a bit more than Debbie had done. Then she slipped the dress back on, the bow accented the tiny waist that the corset gave him. He was told to sit back down and she got a pair of stockings. He felt her pulling them up and as she fastened them he looked down, the white stocking had a lacy top as well, and with the pink dress, he felt so girly. He bit his pink lip watching. He picked that up from Robyn I bet, Krissy thought. The second stocking was fastened, it was time for shoes, finally billy would be able to stand up. Krissy slipped his foot into the boot. boot? he looked down but just saw a flash of white. The boot felt different from the shoes he had worn so far, maybe because it was a boot? He heard a click, the boot was locked on, Krissy took his other white stockinged foot and slid it into the other boot, tightened the laces and locked it on. She was smiling her evil smile again billy thought. "Okay princess stand up," she told him. He shivered a bit, he knew she had gone to lengths to make him very pretty, being called princess.. well it got to him. He stood, she was helping him for some reason. he gasped, he saw the girl in the long mirror staring at him, with pink pouty lips. Soft pink highlights on her cheeks and beautiful eyes with matching highlights that picked up the colors in her dress. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, center braids traveling the length. He saw her tug at the hem of her short dress, it was so pretty, but the hem didn't come down enough to cover her garters or her stocking tops. It looked like she was wearing pantyhose too on her pretty legs, those white stockings though, seemed so young, so girly. But then so was the dress. Krissy took the girls hand and painted her nails, a matching pink color. It was overwhelming, the change from the maid to the girl. Then there were the shoes, that was where it seemed confusing, they were not the shoes of a young girl. unless she was being punished. The girl was being held up by her sister, because the shoes were so hard to stand in, to walk in. The heels towered, they were white boots, laced up, a tiny white padlock fastened each boot to the girls foot. She was standing on her toes, like a ballerina would. Maybe that was why those boots were called ballet boots. Billy took a step forward, on his toes, he felt the stockings grip his legs, tug on the garters, like before. the tight corset gripping him. all this concealed behind the little girls dress. All this punishment hidden away, unknown to any viewers who would only see a pretty girl with odd shoes.