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A VISIT TO HIS AUNT by Throne
Roderick stood at the bottom of the half dozen wide stone steps, looking
up at the imposing entrance to his Aunt Ameilia's stately home. He
tugged nervously at the lapels of his jacket and fussed with the neatly
pressed creases in his trousers. Really, he told himself, he shouldn't
have come here again. Not after everything that had occured last time.
Yet he wanted to prove to himself that he was not under the spell of his
dignifed and rather stern Aunt, or any of the young women whom she
tutored. He took a deep breath and mounted the steps, making himself
keep moving until he reached the top, whereupon he seized the heavy brass
knocker and banged it twice against its contact plate.
He swallowed drily as the seconds passed, keeping his feet still by a
concious act of will. The youthful nephew wanted to flee. He used one
pale hand to brush back his longish blond hair. Maybe no one would
answer. Maybe only his Aunt would be there, and none of her students.
Maybe...
But that was when the door opened. It was Patrice, the young maid, who
looked at him haughtily. As a servant she should have automatically
deferred to him. After what had happened previously, however, with her
witnessing his deep shame, she could barely restrain herself from
smirking.
"Do come in, MASTER Roderick," she said formally, though the ironic
emphasis on that one word conveyed her lack of respect.
He shuffled in, aware of her piercing eyes on him. Patrice clamped her
hand lightly on his upper back and guided him deeper into the house,
toward the dayroom where Aunt Amelia taught her classes in decorum. As
they entered, half a dozen seated girls turned their heads to see the new
arrival. Every one of them broke out in a wicked smile. Roderick
shuddered and tried to move away from the maid but she moved her hand to
his slender upper arm and held him where he was while the students, in
their white blouses and short plaid skirts, rose and crowded around him.
From behind her massive desk his Aunt watched with obvious interest. She
was tall and imposing, wearing a high-collared blouse and a long dark
skirt. Her feet were shod in black shoes with square toes and two-inch
block heels, her long black hair up in a tight bun that was contained by
a snood.
He tried to break free but saw the futility of that. They had surrounded
him and were already reaching out to touch his clothes. He could smell
their clean hair and the mild perfumes they wore. His heart beat faster
as mischievous fingers loosened his tie. When he tried to retreat he
felt the unmistakable pressure of a pair of budding female breasts
against his back. Someone tugged his jacket down behind him so that it
trapped his arms. Another girl knelt and quickly untied his shoes, then
knotted the laces together, effectively hobbling him.
"P... please," he said, trying to keep a pleading tone from his voice but
failing. "I just wanted to talk to you all... about last time... and why
you shouldn't have... um... dressed me... that way."
"What?" said the nearest girl, who he remembered was named Violet. "You
didn't enjoy wearing those lovely little girl clothes? You certainly
seemed like you did." Her hand went to his crotch. "At least, this part
of you did."
He felt his penis twitch. Roderick couldn't deny that he had experienced
a physical reaction to what was done to him before, but he wanted to
insist to them that it wasn't because he found the experience pleasant,
but because of all the forced contact with female hands and lips and
legs. He had no interest in being put into another girly outfit , of
being made to speak in a silly way, of having to pose and walk in an
effete manner.
Two of the girls took him by the arms and moved him forward. Violet
said, "Come along, Roddy. Let's all go to the Wardrobe Room and select
something sweet for you to model for us."
"B... but..." He had to move carefully, with his feet hampered that way,
taking tiny steps.
The girls giggled at his unease as they proceeded along the hall. All
too soon they were in the Wardrobe Room. He saw frilly dresses on
hangers, ruffled panties laid out on a long upholstered bench, and pretty
shoes lined up on a low wooden rack. Unseen hands forced him to his
knees directly in front of that display of feminine footwear. Someone
pushed down on his narrow shoulders, bringing his face inches from a pair
of two-tone shoes -- cream and red -- with bright pink laces.
Violet wanted to know, "Don't you like those, Roddy? Wouldn't you like
to put them on?"
Feeling like he might start to cry, he decided that all he could do was
to try to appease them and get this over quickly. Maybe they would make
him don the shoes and then decide that they'd had their fun. Surely they
wouldn't go as far as they had last time.
In a choked voice he said, "Yes, Violet. I would like to put on those
shoes. Please would you let me?"
She chuckled. The other girls crowded around, adding to his
mortification.
Violet suggested, "If you like them so much, maybe you should kiss them.
Kiss the toe of each shoe, Roddy. Show us how much you adore them."
His cheeks burned with humiliation and he knew they were deeply flushed.
Still, with no other choice evident to him, he lowered his face, pursed
his lips, and pressed his mouth against the toe of first one shoe and
then the other. The girls laughter was high and merry, his Aunt Amelia's
slightly lower pitched and somehow foreboding. Then Violet insisted that
he repeat the kissing, not just once but over and over, while his shame
mounted and his arms, still trapped behind his back, grew uncomfortable.
He was relieved when they finally allowed him to straighten up, though
still on his knees. But his relief was shortlived as two girls knelt,
one on each side of him. Nimble fingers undid his belt and unbuttoned
his pants. He whimpered and squirmed, which provoked fresh laughter.
When they helped him to his feet he was embarrassed to feel his trousers
slip down his legs. They pooled around his ankles. He stood there while
his tie was completely removed and his shirt opened. Roderick wriggled
futilely. The girls alongside him hooked their fingers under the waist
of his shorts. Oh no. They weren't going to expose him... were they?
As he stood there shifting his feet around the little bit that he could,
soft hands snaked around from behind him and stroked his hairless chest.
They found his nipples and concentrated their attentions there. He
gasped at the stimulation and fidgeted helplessly, aware that his penis
was growing. He took several deep breaths that were intended to calm
him, but the effort did not succeed. Suddenly his shorts were yanked
down and his engorged member sprang free.
"Noooo," he cried plaintively. "Please. Don't let everybody see my...
see me... look at..."
He was babbling desperately. At that moment his Aunt Amelia stepped in
front of him, a picture of authority, and said, "The girls can cover up
your private area, Roderick, but it will have to be with... panties."
The trembling young man sobbed but said, in a choked voice, "All right.
I will wear... panties."
"You will," his Aunt said patiently, "if you ask for them politely."
The six girls all grinned expectantly. Violet said, "Yes, Roddy. You
must ask nicely to be allowed to wear a pair of cute little-girl
panties."
"I... please... if you would only..." He had to pause for several
seconds just to regain minimal control over his voice. "Please permit me
to wear a pair of... panties." When they didn't respond to that he was
forced to expand on his request. "I would be ever so grateful if you
would allow me to wear one of those sweet pairs of panties that are on
the bench. They are all so pretty. And... and... I'm sure they would
look perfect on me."
"Agreed," said his Aunt. "But it would be wrong to put you in panties
without the rest of the outfit. So you are telling us that you want to
be dressed completely as a proper young --- very young -- girl.
Correct?"
With his penis jutting out and all those students gazing at it, he was
too upset to think straight. And he knew he would be expected to ask in
a proper way. So Roderick said, "Yes, I want to be dressed as a little
girl. With panties... and a dress... and everything."
"Well," said his Aunt, "I was just going to tell Violet to pull your
trousers back up but, since you insist, you shall be made over as the
little girl you want to be."
His eyes went wide. That wasn't what he wanted. She hadn't... It
wasn't fair to... Roderick's mouth opened and shut wordlessly. Before
he could recover further he was being expertly stripped and soon cowered
there naked.
"Please," he asked in a small tremulous voice. "May I put on my panties
now?"
"But you haven't selected them yet," another of the girls, the one called
Rose, pointed out. "You may do that now. The same way you indicated
your choice of shoes."
Utterly disgraced, he went to the bench and started to kneel. But two
girls restrained him. Rose said that he should bend forward from the
waist. He knew that would thrust his bottom out but there was no use in
delaying the inevitable. So he bent over awkwardly and brought his mouth
all the way down to the least showy pair of panties. Violet mentioned
that they were rather plain for someone who wanted to look like a 'dolly'
and suggested that he make a better selection.
As much as he didn't want to, he shifted his head and gave a lingering
kiss to another pair, one with ruffles on the seat and bows at the hips.
There was universal laughter but at least he was granted permission to
cover his rigid member. They made him move slowly, in a feminine way, as
he slid the garment up his smooth legs and worked it into place. His
penis was covered but still tented out the material in the front.
The girls chose the rest of what he was to wear. There were stockings
with ribbon ties at the tops to keep them from slipping down. Then came
a silky camisole which further teased his already sensitized nipples.
Over that went the dress, a colorful pink and white one with layers of
petticoats built into it, so that the skirt stood out all around. They
let him sit so he could slip the shoes onto his feet and buckle them.
Once that was done he was required to stand and walk around, assuming a
girlish gait and holding his hands out slightly to the sides with his
wrists limp.
But that wasn't the end of it. Several of the girls produced satin
ribbons and began to bind his wrists. Another reached under the high
lacy collar of the dress and tugged gently on rings, one at either side
of his neck. The ribbons around his wrists were used to pull his hands
up and then knotted securely to those rings, so that his arms had to
remain elevated and bent.
Roderick's nerve broke. He sniffled and his lips quivered. "Please," he
said tearfully. "I don't want to be a girl. Not again. I only came
back to explain that."
"Or maybe," his Aunt said with an air of certainty, "you WANTED to assume
this role once more. Hmmmm?"
"I d... didn't. Honestly."
One of the girls -- it was Scarlet -- reached under the front of his
dress and checked between his legs. She announced, "Despite his
protestations, his body says otherwise."
Roderick's feet danced as she refused to let go. He was coming
dangerously close to losing control of his natural impulse. The thought
of creaming in those panties was disabling. His knees grew weak and he
panted uncontrollably. But with practised expertise the girl stopped
gripping him at the last possible instant, leaving him yearning for
relief but terrified of the shame and inevitable taunts that would
result. He felt dizzy as he stood there struggling to regain some
semblance of composure.
Violet went to one of the dressers along the wall and selected a
hairbrush, along with two large bows. She went to him and handed the
bows off to Scarlet, who grinned maliciously. His eyes darted back and
forth between the two females. Violet began to brush his pale, collar-
length hair and then parted it in the middle, gathered it, and held it
out so Scarlet could fix it with a fat yellow bow. Then they did the
same thing on the other side.
He begged, "Please, let me go back to being a boy."
"You weren't much of a boy to begin with, Roderick," his Aunt pointed
out. "So my answer must be 'no'. And because you are going to be a girl
for us, a very young one, you should speak appropriately. I imagine you
have enough wits to do that. Or would you rather that Violet apply that
hairbrush to your posterior? I find that a vigorous spanking on the bare
buttocks can be a strong motivation to a difficult young subject."
Tears ran down his cheeks. "N... no. I'll be good. I... I mean..." He
thought for a few seconds. "Roddy will be good, Auntie. Roddy will be a
good widdle girl."
Fresh laughter stung is ears. His Aunt sneered at him and said, "That's
better. But if you're going to look and talk like a girl you should be
addressed as such. You should be called... Rodina."
The girls around him tittered at this newest indignity. He stood there
in his enforced pose and, unbidden, executed a neat curtsey.
"Y... yes, Auntie. Rodina likes her new name. She's j... just a widdle
girl."
"See? I knew you'd accept your true self. But I think you need one more
thing to make this attractive picture complete. That bondage is clever
and yet..." The corner of her mouth turned up in a cruel half-smile.
"Yes, I know just what is called for."
She whispered something to another of her students, Amber, who smiled as
she exited the room. When she returned she was carrying a flat white
box, longer than it was wide, about the size to hold a scarf. But when
she made a show of opening it in front of Roderick's eyes, it was
something very different and quite curious that he beheld. Inside the
box was a piece of thin rubber the color of his skin and on it was molded
a puckered smiling mouth with crimson lips. His Aunt took it from its
container and held it up, then reversed it so that he could see that,
behind those artificial lips, there was a long thick pacifier.
He didn't fully understand until she pulled it across his face. He was
so startled that his mouth was agape and the rubber dummy slipped in
easily. When she tugged the gag into place and fastened it behind his
head with a buckle that was for that purpose, it fit snugly, like a
second skin. With his hands useless to him, there was no way he could
remove it. She took him by the ear and led him to a vanity mirror so he
could see that it appeared that he was wearing a perpetual smile, a broad
little girl one.
It was the work of a few minutes for Scarlet and Amber to complete the
transformation with cosmetics. When next he viewed his reflection he had
long painted on eyelashes and bright circles of rouge on his cheeks,
completing his little-girl/doll image. His skirt was pinned up in the
rear and his panties pulled down to bare his buttocks.
To his dismay, Violet once more took up the hairbrush, but this time it
was not to use it on his head, but at a location much lower down. She
swatted his uncovered rump and made him jump forward. The girl followed,
applying the wooden flat of the brush repeatedly, each time making him
move forward again. The other girls, joining into the spirit of the
game, steered him toward the door, so that he could be made to leave the
room for what turned into a complete tour of the house.
The fleshy SMACK-SMACK of brush against bum sounded over and over as they
moved from room to room, climbed steps, and weaved between pieces of
furniture. Roderick was weeping continuously and yet that foolish
artificial smile remained in place. He was made to demonstrate an
exaggeratedly girlish walk, wiggling his rear end and pulling back his
shoulders, while his bottom changed from white to pink to red to flaming
crimson. Those tormented ovals even swelled somewhat, adding to his
unmasculine appearance.
At last, when they returned to the dayroom/class, he was allowed to stop
moving. But that was only so he could sit on a hard wooden chair, one
whose legs had been cut short, so that he looked absurd and was very
uncomfortable. Worse, because of the action of the brush against his
bottom, he still had that unwanted erection. The front of his skirt was
pinned up so everyone could see the bulge in his panties. As the girls
moved closer to him and touched his ears and neck, he felt perilously
near to losing control once more.
Amber leaned down to lightly nibble his ear lobe. Scarlet reached into
hidden slits in the sides of his dress and touched his receptive nipples.
The other girls cooed at him as if he really was a very young girl, but
it had the strange effect of adding to his unwanted arousal.
Aunt Amelia looked down at him from under half-lidded eyes. "Do be
careful, Rodina. If you lose control of yourself, it will prove
conclusively and irreversibly that you deeply wish to remain in this
girly identity. And that you long to have further -- special treatments
-- visited upon you. So do restrain yourself, despite what my students
are doing, unless you honestly wish to experience that fate."
Despite her words, he was advancing closer and closer to the point of no
return. He sucked furiously on the pacifier, which made those faux lips
move. One of the girls whispered seductively that it was acceptable for
him to abandon all control. The other said impishly that she would be
happy to see him remain as Rodina, and that she would assist in making
him even more of a girl if he just... let... himself... go.
Unable to stop it, he spasmed and felt the gusset of his panties grow wet
and warm inside. His shoulders sagged and he felt any remaining maleness
leave him. He didn't want to be a girl for these wicked students. Did
he? But now it was too late.
His Aunt observed him serenely, confident now that she was victorious.
"How very pleasant," she declared. "Because you have shown such
enthusiasm for being turned into Rodina and staying that way, you may
remain her as a student to my students... for the entrie Summer. I'm
sure it will be a most entertaining three months, Rodina. If not for
you, then certainly for all of us."
He wanted to tell her, one more time, that he didn't want to be a girl.
Didn't want to have to wear dresses and panties and those shiny shoes.
But even if he could have removed that rubber protuberance from his
mouth, he doubted that he could find the willpower to say the words.
*********
(This work was inspired by posts here from Prim. To find them, perform a
search with the word Wendyhouse.)
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