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Summer Sissies at Sweetwell Park - a story by Prim in 5 parts The story so far: Roger Pressington has been brought to Sweetwell Park, the home of Agatha Forbes-Withers, her daughter Sonia and grandson Jodie. It is the hope of his mother Thelma that her friend Sonia will be able to share some of the successful upbringing with which she has developed sweetness and grace in Jodie. Roger's grandmother Valerie Pressington and her daughter hope that if the teenage boys play together, Jodie's effeminacy will influence the young wretch. In desperation, the two grandmothers buy girls' dresses for their grandsons. A breakthrough occurs when Roger is being punished and masturbated in Grandma Agatha's clothes, so that when Jodie kisses him, he loses his sexual control and reacts for the first time like a real girl. Mothers and grandmothers must seize their opportunity. Chapter 5: Learning to be Girls Together Grandma Valerie found Jodie sitting on his grandmother's lap in an alcove on the landing. Her black court shoes clicked on the parquet floor making them look up at her approach. "You look beautiful, my dear," said Grandma Agatha. She was holding Jodie, her grandson, with her soft pink cardigan round both of them and cuddling him in her arms. "I love a Paisley print, and the light blue sets off your hair to a T." Grandma Valerie turned to the mirror opposite their settee and surveyed her silvering hair this way and that. She straightened her pleats under her belt and fussed her opal beads set in silver beneath her notched collar where they hung over the four pale blue slotted buttons down to her waist. "I feel this is going to be a special occasion," she said. "I believe that Jodie's example of pure sweetness has made a deep impression on Roger. Maybe this evening we will see my grandson showing some of the grace and daintiness we are hoping he will cherish." "I am sure tonight is going to be special," replied Agatha, and she planted a kiss on top of Jodie's blond hair. She had him in one of her chiffon nightgowns from his neck to his feet and he was curled in her lap, his face turned to her bosom and sucking his thumb contentedly. "I was so pleased to see your dear grandson's beautiful reaction to seeing Jodie in petticoats and a dress. I could feel his stiff little popsie, remember." Her words roused young Jodie as if she had shaken him from sleep. "Did you touch Roger's little popsie, Grandma?" and he struggled up on her knee to look at her eyes through her spectacles. "What could you feel?" Agatha's face was calm as she murmured to him confidentially. "It was awful, having to punish your darling friend, sweetheart, but I made his chastisement lighter for him by sliding some pairs of my silk knickers under his precious places." Jodie's cherry lips parted wider. "When you kissed him, I felt his popsie push as hard as it could... and then I felt his warm cream filling the panties in my hand. And while he was feeling this peek of girlishness, he said he so wanted to be like you." "He said: 'I want to be sweet like dear Jodie.' " Jodie's delicate throat did a helpless little swallow. "He was overwhelmed with how like a girl you are, darling," said Grandma Valerie, sitting alongside them so that the boy could look straight at her lovely, made-up face. "It was when your mama and Roger's mama dressed you in petticoats that he became so receptive to what your Grandma was saying to him during his punishment. He was so happy when yousweetly bent down close to him... and kissed him on his lips." Jodie let his reddening face lean on the front of his grandmother's shoulder and put his thumb back into his mouth. She kissed his hair again and cupped his face in her manicured hand. "So this evening, Grandma Valerie and I are going to make you very sweet for your darling friend, while Mama and Roger's mother are dressing him in something sweet too. Then you two darlings can sit together in the drawing room, holding hands. Would you like that dear?" Jodie's blond hair nodded vigorously. His thumb came out. "What are you going to dress me in, so that Roger is overwhelmed by me again?" His grandmother's fingers found his straining popsie in the folds of chiffon and worked at it a little to encourage his excitement. "We're going to put you both into girls' blouses, my sweet, and little pairs of panties. You do want to be as lovely as a girl, don't you dear?" Jodie was sitting up again. "Oh yes, Grandma. Please make me girlish. Can I see my blouse now? And my pretty panties?" "Of course you can, darling. We're going to dress you now. Let's go back into my bedroom and we can choose your panties." Her grandson slid unsteadily on her taffeta skirts and found his feet, while Agatha got up, took him by the hand on the other side, and Jodie walked between them along the landing, the falling softness of his grandmother's nightdress pointed excitedly by his youthful popsie. *** In the East Wing of Sweetwell Park, Thelma allowed herself to grow in confidence. It seemed that her dear boy may have turned a corner in his attitude and behaviour, and it had come about at the moment Roger saw how sweet his teenaged friend had become once he was dressed as a girl. She stood over him in the dress she had chosen to wear for the evening: her knee length cocktail dress in pale peach silk chiffon, which she wore with tan pantyhose and white peep-toed heels. Sonia, her best friend and Jodie's mother, stood beside her, looking so attractive to the boy in her silver-grey duchess satin dress with pleated hips which became pockets, each mounted with a gilted button. Her full sleeves were sheer, with smaller gilt buttons on her satin cuffs. Both mothers were so beautifully made up and their hair was so immaculate that Roger was very subdued and a little embarrassed in the presence of such glamorous femininity. "My darling," said his mother, "what a good boy you are for responding so well to your effeminate friend, Jodie." She sat on the edge of the bed beside her son, who was naked and ready to be dressed for the occasion. She reached her hand forward and stroked his face, while her son leaned his cheek into her fingers. "I was so proud of you when you finally held back your tears as Grandma Agatha was spanking your bottom in her panties." "I was proud of you too, Roger sweetheart," put in Sonia, sitting behind her friend. She ran her soft fingers up the inside of the boy's leg and held his thigh in both hands. "Did you see how delighted little Jodie was when you asked him to kiss you? I know my son very well, of course, and I could tell that he was absolutely thrilled when his lips met yours. I know that he was enjoying all those waves of pleasure that girls feel when they are together with each other and feeling at their most feminine." Her hand, and his mother's caress, added warmth to the dreamy pleasure he was feeling. Both lovely mothers were above him, and his feet slid up the satin bed-spread and his knees parted, unconsciously presenting his penis as it grew taller. "I felt so lovely, mama. Jodie kissed me like a girl and I... I just wanted to be pretty... like him." "I know you do, precious." His mother slid the skirt of her dress off the bed so that she could kneel closer to him. "I could feel your soft desire to be like him as his lips met yours... I saw your eyes close with affection. Isn't it lovely to feel so close and so... so... ?" "Girlish, mama. I felt like I wanted to feel like a girl." "Oh darling, that's wonderful," and his mother leant her face even closer and her lipstick touched his lips, pressed closer, and clasped the whole of his mouth in three or four soft, scarlet bites. Roger lifted his free arm and held his mother's face to his with his hand over the back of her smooth, blond hair, and hummed with bliss as he felt his popsie being held and softly massaged by Jodie's mother. "Good boy," she murmured, as Thelma's mouth was engaged and it fell to her to praise his girlish sweetness. "Jodie will be so excited, getting ready to sit beside you for us this evening. I know he will be so looking forward to touching his lips to yours again, so that you can both feel as sweet as little girls together." Thelma lifted her lips from his. "His grandma and Grandma Valerie will be making him pretty now, darling, and dressing him as a girl, ready to meet you downstairs." Roger's hand returned to the bed as he tried to sit up. "Dressing him as a girl?" he whispered, as if Jodie himself might hear him on the other side of Sweetwell Park if he spoke too loud. "For me? Oh that's lovely. I want..." and he slithered up onto his knees between the mothers as he struggled to say what he was a little ashamed of. "Mama, could you... dress me as a girl too? Just for Jodie? I so want to be like him?" "Oh you sweet little darling!" cried Sonia, and it was her turn to clasp the boy in her arms and kiss him warmly with her peachy, glossed lips. His mother looked on, delighted, noticing the stiffness of her son's penis against the chiffon of her friend's dress now that he could look forward to meeting his darling Jodie in a short while. It was while Sonia held him in a close kiss of gratitude that there was a knock on the door and in swept Grandma Agatha, carrying little blouses on hangers in one hand. "I am sorry to interrupt," she said as she approached in sizzles of cerise taffeta. "Grandma Valerie and myself have my precious grandson almost ready to be brought downstairs. It remains for us to dress him in his blouse, but he wanted to know which of these two blouses his darling friend would prefer to see him in tonight." She held the hangers by their curled hooks so that they hung on either side of her beads. "He said that either one would make him feel like a sweet little girl for darling Roger." Thelma lifted her son forward and he slid his legs from the bed and sat astride her pale peach dress, while Sonia smiled at him and reached for his erect penis to hold it as he looked at the blouses. He bleated a little at her touch and bravely asked a question. "Are they girls' blouses, Grandma Agatha?" "Oh yes, my dear. These blouses are for little girls of eight or nine years of age, but your sweetheart is on the small side, so they will fit him beautifully as a little girl's blouse." Roger's breath held up, then gasped as his penis felt adorable in the gentle fingers of his friend's mother. The first blouse was in cafe au lait silk with a square, white silk collar as wide as the blouse itself, edged all round with a ruffle of white silk. As Grandma Agatha turned the blouses round for him to see, it was a sailor's collar, equally large and square at the back. Beside it, the second blouse was in primrose yellow satin, with short, puffed sleeves, a Peter Pan collar that sat on a neck cuff to clasp the girl's cheeks, and pretty embroidered flowers on the satin bodice. "Well, my dear... shall we put your sweetheart in the blouse with the big collar... or the pretty satin blouse? Jodie would love to know which you want to see him in." Roger's voice was a whisper. "The girl's blouse with the big collar, please." "Very well, my sweet... we'll get Jodie ready for you in the blouse of your choice," and Grandma Agatha turned in a swish of taffeta and underskirts and flounced out of the door with the smile of a grandmother who was delighted with her grandson's choice. "Shall we hurry, and get you ready for your sweetheart, honey?" said Thelma, holding her son by the penis as he half lay on her arm. "Shall we choose a nice girl's blouse for you to wear too?" and her fingers caressed his shaft and helmet with maternal softness and devotion. "Oh yes, mama. Please dress me in a lovely girls' blouse... one that Jodie will adore. Make him think of me as a girl ." "As a little girl," prompted Sonia, taking him by the hand and helping his mother to raise him to his feet. "I think my precious Jodie will be hoping to see you as his little girl partner, his loving little sweetheart. Come on, sugar... we'll dress you ever so nicely so that you give him such a girlish little thrill when he sees you." Roger's heart felt fit to burst with heady desires and passions as he tip-toed across the carpet and stood in front of his mother's closet. She opened the door, and alongside her dresses and skirts were some adorable, small sized silk dresses with blouses and skirts too. He stood and whimpered, his hand in Sonia's, and watched as his mother sifted her hands through them and drew out a blouse on its hanger. "Oh look, my sweet... a very girlish blouse in pink and white stripes. Isn't it a picture?" Her son felt his penis stiffen deliciously as he saw it ripple over her arm, showing him its buttons and sleeves. What a lovely pointed collar. What sweetness and femininity. He was about to beg her to put it on for him when she pulled out a second blouse, all white and so much prettier. It shone in silky crepe de chine, evidently a blouse for a little girls' party. It had three quarter sleeves to button on the lower arm, a Peter Pan collar, and white pearled buttons down the front with lace trimming on either side of the button placket. He could see himself in it. He could see Jodie looking at him in this delicate little blouse and thinking he was looking at a girl. "Oh that one, Mama, pleeeease," he begged, his penis aching to erect into it. "Of course, my petal, if it's this one that you want to wear for dear Jodie." "Oh I do... I do." He found himself crossing his legs to contain his erected popsie, as if he needed the toilet, but it was out of sheer embarrassment for displaying his desire to be bloused. His mother returned the pink and white blouse and hung his favourite on the back of her upright chair. Its hem was several inches short of reaching the seat. "You are such a wonderful darling," cooed Sonia, standing behind him and planting her lips onto his ear. "What Jodie would like to see," she murmured, "is her sweet friend wearing his white silk blouse matched with a pretty pair of panties. How girlish that would be!" A little flurry of whimpers escaped him as she kissed his ear again, then sank lower and rippled her lips on his neck, bringing a bleat of emotion. His mother turned to her tallboy, and opened one of its drawers marked Panties. "Grandma has bought you some lovely things for girls, sweetheart, including some panties for your popsie... to help it feel very, very feminine." From the fingers of both hands hung a pair of lilac satin panties, embroidered with purple nursery animals and edged with purple lace. He gasped at them, and again when Sonia kissed the root of his neck, her hands sliding round his hips and finding the valleys between his belly and his legs. "What about these darling panties, to wear for Jodie?" said his mother, lifting a pair of white ruffled satin panties, so small that they would have clasped his precious parts in a tight envelope of little girl sweetness. "Oh and look at these girls' panties, darling... in oyster pink corrugated silk. Aren't they just adorable?" "Ohhhhhh! I want to wear those, Mama!" he cried, his knees weakening so that Sonia found herself supporting him against her legs in her silver satin dress. "But Mama... I want Jodie to think I'm a girl. I want him to... to..." and his chin fell in embarrassment in front of his mother. But he wanted to say it and he gathered his courage. "I... want Jodie to fall in love with me." Both women melted at his words and his mother stepped up to him and held his face in her hands as both of Sonia's hands closed round his penis and clenched it lovingly. "Oh my darling," cooed Thelma, the tip of her nose clipping his backwards and forwards. "What a beautiful thing to say to us. Jodie's mother will be so pleased with you," and she kissed him long and sweetly as she held his face, while behind him, her friend clasped him closer into her dress and planted little kisses on his neck as her fingers squeezed and moulded his penis in her maternal affection for him. He had never felt so lovely while being kissed by his mother, but as soon as she released his lips to draw breath, he blurted the rest of his deeply felt wish. "Mama, if my darling Jodie is to think of me as a girl... won't I need to wear a pretty girls' bra under my blouse?" Thelma drew back, as did Sonia. "Why darling sweetie pants, of course you do, and I have just the right thing to go with your sweet pink panties." She left her son in the arms of her friend, opened the drawer marked Brassieres, and drew into his view a darling little bra of the same colour, with soft cups in the same corrugated silk and a delicate, ribbon-like set of bra straps. Roger tried to draw a deep, emotional breath, and Sonia helped him to thread his arms into it. His face came to rest on the chiffon shoulder of his mother's peach dress as she wrapped it round him and fastened the two tiny hooks at the back, then from the drawer she presented his bra with two shiny, satin-covered breast forms, small enough to belong toa pre- teen girl, and slotted them into his new, girls' bra-cups. "Another little delight we can dress you in for your sweetheart, my precious, is this... and these." From the drawer below, marked Garters, she held up a garter belt in the same pale pink, with four garters of ruched pink satin dangling below. Her son bleated a dainty moan of desire as Thelma passed the ends of the belt to Sonia round her son's middle. She stretched it until the ends met, and he was clipped into it in a tight fit. He sat on the dressing table stool, facing his blouse which hung waiting, as both mothers stooped at his feet and fed sheer, seamed stockings up his legs, tugging them past his knees and stretching the welts until he could be tightly clipped to contain his legs in girls' stockings. His breath seemed to stand still, he felt so precious, and as he sat again, they presented his feet with little patent pink Mary Jane shoes with two narrow straps over each foot to button on the outsides. It only remained for him to be put into his girl's blouse. As Sonia finished his shoes and crouched beside him, holding his hand, his mother approached the blouse, lifted it on its hanger and sat on the chair, holding it up so that he could watch her unfastening the gleaming buttons. His mouth hung open. It was a girl's blouse, and Jodie would see him wearing it for him. How his penis forced itself higher in the pink gusset of his panties. He wanted the blouse to gather around him. His mother was opening it and sliding it off into her hands. She put down the hanger, opened the blouse in both hands, and said: "Come along, Roger. We're going to dress you in your lovely girl's blouse for your sweetheart." He was drawn to his feet by Sonia, who walked him the two paces to his mother and turned him round. She guided his hand into one sleeve and helped him slot in the other, and the cold silk blouse rose around him and enveloped him in its girlish softness. How pretty it was as his eyes devoured its lacy front and its blouse buttons. His mother was drawing it together around him, and Sonia gathered it at his throat and fastened the top button... then the next... then the next. There were four buttons down the front, and on each forearm his sleeve was buttoned halfway between his elbow and wrist. His blouse just met the waist of his panties, so that his popsie could reach forward in corrugated pink silk and point ahead of him. Thelma had a pair of little white silk gloves. They slotted over all his fingers, gathered at the back of his wrist and buttoned once in what looked like one of his blouse buttons. Then she had a ribbon. A wide ribbon, in pink corrugated silk. "This goes with your girls' panty, sweetheart." She hesitated, wanting her son's confirmation. "Only girls wear hair ribbons, don't they? Do you want me to fasten your hair into the ribbon to match your panties... for Jodie?" "Oh yes, Mama. Please ribbon my hair for Jodie, I love him so much." Sonia was so delighted, she stood behind him and held both his hands from behind, cuddling him round the waist, as her friend selected a good tress of his blond hair, high on his head, and slithered the ribbon to and fro until it grew into a deep butterfly bow that stood several inches above his hair. The mothers sat him at the dressing table for him to see how girlish he looked. He gasped at the changes they made with a few delicate touches of eye make-up... then skin blusher... and finally a pretty, pink lipstick to go with his ribbon. His ears were clipped into pink, daisy- shaped earrings and finally, on one wing of his Peter Pan collar, Sonia pinned a little guilded bar with a name... so easy for the boy to read in his mirror through tears of joy. Jodie! *** The gold flecked wallpaper of the drawing room was interspersed with brass light fittings, paintings in gilded frames and the heavy oblong mirror above the impressive marble fireplace. The high windows were partly hidden behind their draped velvet curtains of charcoal grey, while the carpet was in the paler grey of a squirrel. As were the two settees set facing each other across the Persian rug in front of the hearth, one of them seating Sonia Forbes-Withers and Thelma Pressington, and between them her son, Roger, his hands held by both mothers in the laps of their dresses. His blond hair was neatly combed and surmounted by his bow of rose pink silk, and his pink Mary Jane shoes were neatly to attention at the edge of the rug. On the settee facing him sat Grandma Agatha and Grandma Valerie, with Jodie between them in his beautiful cafe-au-lait blouse with its square white collar, reaching down to the most exciting rhumba panties in white satin. His legs were crossed nervously in their white nylons and white strap and button Mary Jane shoes with raised heels which swung short of the carpet. Beneath his dark brown, permed hair were two white semi globes at the base of his ears and in his hair a matching Alice band, while on one of the large squares of his white silk collar he wore a brooch of a shiny red heart, three inches high and wide. How lovely, to wear a heart brooch for meeting his sweetheart for the evening. Roger felt so like kissing his darling friend's lips as he gazed at him. But his grandmother and Jodie's were keeping him on the other side of the rug. "Well, Roger my sweet," said his Grandma, raising her large breasts in their blue paisley dress in a strong breath of satisfaction, "I must say you look lovely this evening. I am very, very pleased with you." Beside her, Jodie shrank a little with emotion as he shared her feelings, although if he were brave enough, he would have said that Roger looked as lovely as a girl. His eyes gazed longingly at his darling's thin, glaced pink lips and pussycat nose and wanted to run over to him and kiss him intimately as he sat between his two elderly guardians. His grandmother felt Roger was lovely too. "Roger, my dear, dear boy, you are a credit to your sweet mother and your wonderful grandmother. I declare, your feminine sweetness as you sit in your blouse and panties, with stockings, earrings and a gorgeous hair- ribbon, has touched me to my heart. Come to me, my child, and sit in my lap next to your darling friend." This invitation pulled Roger's feelings in different directions. He got to his feet, his hands still held by both mothers, and fought to overcome the dizziness of his emotions. The last time he had sat on Grandma Agatha's knee, she had had to turn him over, dressed in her wonderful back-buttoning dress, and spank his bottom for his naughty refusal to wear a girls' dress. What a wonderfully grand lady she was, now dressed in a widely skirted dress of glossy cerise taffeta, with a deep stiffened belt in the same material, while a white bib with pink buttons filled the front of her bosom, topped by a white neck cuff that cupped her chin with white ruffles. The full sleeves of her dress had similar, ruffle-edged white cuffs at her wrists as she beckoned to him with both hands to join her next to her feminine grandson. His mother and Aunt Sonia held his hands for courage and led him between their rustling dresses until Grandma Agatha could take him from them and turn him to bring his panties to rest in the smooth, soft spread of her dress and petticoats. He slid a little, but was soon secure within the silky sleeves of her dress. "My goodness, Jodie my precious, what do you think of your lovely young friend now?" The last time Roger had been across Grandma Agatha's lap had also been the occasion when he found himself approached, right up to his helpless face, by his dearest friend... who kissed him on his lips. His heart was thumping now in his white blouse and little bra, as he looked down into Jodie's big blue eyes. Like his own, they were as lovely as a girl's, beautifully lined, with blushing shadows on his cheeks and adorable, crimson lips, pouting like cherries... needing to be kissed. They were trembling as he answered his Grandma's question. "He is so lovely, Grandma... like a girl." It was all he could manage in his breathless emotion, but these few words swelled Roger's penis into an upward point in his panties. His emotions rose so quickly that his pantied bottom slid helplessly forward on Grandma Agatha's dress and his hair and ribbon slid down between her breasts. "Aaaaaaah!" exclaimed all four women in sympathy, feeling the girlish emotions that were coursing through their boys. Roger's mother crouched in front of Grandma Agatha and helped her to hold his legs apart on either side of her dress so that everyone could see his startling erection. "I think Roger is falling in love with you, Jodie my sweet," declared Grandma Valerie, putting her arm around his blouse collar and hugging him into her dress. The boy was as excited as his friend but needed to know more... to hear confirmation of what she had said. "In love with me...how do you know, Grandma Valerie?" "Because his popsie is pushing deeper into his girls' panties, my sweet, and that is telling me how much he loves you." Jodie dwelt a moment on these words, then replied, his voice thick with sincerity: "I love you too, Roger... by darling." Roger gurgled a moan of deep feeling and Grandma Agatha sank a warm kiss into his hair, beside his bow. "Isn't that lovely, Roger, pet? Are you feeling much happier, now that you and Jodie are more girlish and sitting so close to each other?" Roger would have answered if he could but his words wouldn't come, he was so choked with wonderful feelings that he had never experienced before. He knew his emotions sprang from having Jodie in front of him, looking at him and wanting him to be close, but he was also glowing with a rosy, feminine feeling that roused his private places so deliciously. It was his femininity which helped him to speak out. "But Grandma Agatha, I... I wanted to wear petticoats... like Jodie did... when he kissed me. He is so feminine, and... I want to be like him." His mother caught his hand in both of hers and soothed it, and Grandma Agatha drew him higher in her dress and kissed him again in his hair. "There's a good darling, my dear," she said, putting her face alongside his and using one hand to hold his cheek against hers. "We didn't put you both into a petticoat or a skirt for a reason, precious. It's because we want you both to feel very sweet together when you see each other's lovely stiff popsies." Roger felt a wave of sweetness when she said this and he turned his face into hers and kissed her as warmly as he could on her perfumed cheek. He realised that Jodie's penis was to be revealed... a delight that he had not yet been allowed to enjoy, and he turned to look down at his beloved friend. "B-But I can't see dear Jodie's popsie," he said, filled with disappointment. All eyes turned to Jodie's legs where he sat with wide, blue eyes between the dresses of both grandmothers. Maybe his penis was as eager and effeminate as his darling friend's, but with so many ruffles on his panties it was impossible to say. His mother stooped in front of him and spread both hands over his knees. "Jodie, sweetness, shall we take down your lovely girls' panties and let Roger see how pretty your popsie is?" She might as well have stroked his knees with nettles, her words were so frightening to him. "No, Mama. That would be so embarrassing. Don't let Roger and his mother and grandma see my popsie, I beg you," and he put his thumb into his mouth and turned his face into his grandmother's taffeta sleeve. "Oh darling!" cried his mother, distraught, and she planted kisses on his bare leg while Grandma Valerie kissed him on his glossy hair and slid her hand comfortingly up and down the sleeve of his blouse. "I think I know," said Thelma's mother, "what might make you feel better about embarrassment and the little worries that girls have," and she patted his sleeve and smoothed it to and fro. "What if Roger shows you how lovely his own popsie is, hmmm?" She kissed his hair again and again, all eyes watching, and spoke in a quiet whisper. "What about being sweethearts together, showing each other your loving popsies? Roger would love to show you his popsie first, my darling. You can kneel on the rug in front of him, very close to his stockings, and Grandma can draw down his pretty panties to show you how much he loves you." Jodie lifted his face at her final words. It was true. Roger's popsie would show him how much he adored his sweetheart, and he allowed himself to be lifted upright, then onto his feet, and soon he was sinking to his knees in his blouse and ruffled panties, right between Roger's separated legs. His heart was pattering like the purr of a cat as he looked up at Roger's lovely face over the tented pink of his panties and the bosom of his white blouse. "What a brave little sweetie," soothed his Grandma as she presented Roger to him by clasping him round his middle in the grip of both her arms while Sonia and Thelma took his panties by the sides of the waist and drew them down, unhooking them over his erect popsie so that it perked again into the air. Once the silk panty had been unthreaded from his feet, they separated his legs again, and Grandma Agatha held him on the end of her knees to that his stockings flanked his sweetheart with his penis erected in front of Jodie's panting face. It was a moment of bliss for the delicate boy, to see how pure and girlish Roger's popsie was, and how it adored him as if they were both beautiful girls. For Roger, this was the most thrilling moment he had ever lived. His darling, effeminate friend was so close to his popsie. His sweetheart. He could feel his breath on his most sensitive, most girlish parts. Yes, Jodie was a girl, he was sure, and he felt so like a girl himself. He wanted to hold his darling and... and... "Ohhh, kiss me, my darling!" he bleated, not knowing anything but that Jodie was in front of his popsie in his beautiful, wide collar with its ruffled edge. His darling did his bidding, leaning forward with pursed lips and planting his bright red lipstick on the helmet of his popsie. The boy's lips widened, admitting the end of Roger's knoblet, and sucked its tip in a kiss of deepest affection... then parted and reached beyond the helmet to hold it all within his mouth, his lips closing behind it, his tongue dabbing its dimple, then sucking softly to show it his deepest love and affection. He felt it stiffen and throb, then jerk, and pulling back in a plop of lips, he withdrew an inch or two in time for the first squirt of Roger's love juice to spray his lips, the second his nose and cheek, and the third, fourth, fifth and sixth, his throat and the collar of his blouse, as his sweetheart couldn't help but sit with his popsie showing his darling Jodie how much he loved him. "Oh darling!" he cried from above, "I'm sorry... oh, how awful! I didn't mean to do it... It... was your lovely blouse collar." But Jodie was on his feet... clasping his darling into his arms so that his horrified face was held deeply into his blouse and its collar with its splashes of running love juice. "Don't worry my sweetheart," he cried, pressing his face into Roger's hair bow and kissing him again and again on his hair, "I wanted you to show me your popsie, and it was so girlish and sweet." They held each other so tightly, their mothers and grandmothers simply looked at each other and chuckled with delight, until Grandma Agatha realised what was needed for their loving little girls. "Jodie my sweet," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek, "and darling Roger... wouldn't you both feel nicer in pretty girls dresses?" It was the thought that persuaded the lovebirds to separate, at least by an inch or two, and it was Roger who found his words more quickly. "Dresses and petticoats, Grandma Agatha?" "Dresses and petticoats. Then you will be able to hold each other and fall in love with each other the way girls do. Sonia, could you ring for Maid Hilda?" When the maid arrived, she found Roger on Grandma Agatha's knee, held affectionately into the white bib of her dress, and Master Jodie on Grandma Valerie's, their stockings interlaced between the ladies' skirts and their hands clutching each other's while they gazed, bewitched, into each other's eyes. She was dispatched to Grandma Agatha's dressing room, where she would find two little girls' dresses, and petticoats laid out, which she was to bring down, as well as the silk bag beside them, full of pairs of panties. Thelma helped Sonia to extend the silk screen from one of the windows into the middle of the room, and their mothers led the boys behind opposite sides. There were gasps of excitement and gushes of emotion from both of them when their girls' clothes arrived. How thrilling, to be dressed secretly, so that they were both in for a truly blissful surprise when they were ready to see each other as girls. The ladies drew the curtains, dimmed the lights and added to their perfume, sharing delicate sprays with their little darlings when they were ready at last in their petticoats and dresses. How blissful... how feminine, as they crept forward in their Mary Jane shoes to see each other and fall instantly for each other in a passion of girlish teenage love. Jodie's dress was in pink satin, reaching to his waist, filled out with a froth of white petticoats and paired with a pair of white rayon panties edged with lace; Roger's was in white satin, with a high yoked waist from where it flared over its petticoats to the same depth, so that all of his primrose satin panties could be seen. Both their dresses had high-puffed balls of satin as their sleeves, and between them, large white collars that puckered up around their blushing cheeks. Not blushing with shame, but with the deepest of girlish feelings for each other as they took each other by the hand and accompanied their mothers back to the middle of the room. "Come here, my sweet," she cooed to Roger, taking his free hand and drawing him to her as she sat on the settee. "Shall we take down your lovely panties, petal, and darling Jodie's too, so that you sweethearts can put your lovely, girlish popsies together?" Roger quivered from head to toe in a girlish little shake. "Oh yes please, Grandma. Please take down our panties so that we can... so that we can touch popsies together, like girls touching their clitties." "Ohhhh yes, Roger," cried his sweetheart, gushing with his girlishness. "I want my clittie to kiss yours. We'll really be girls then, won't we, Grandma? Won't we, Mama?" All the ladies assured them they would, and all helped to draw down their panties so that their stocking tops and suspenders were uncovered and they were bare on their tummies and bottoms. They melted into each other's arms, and were still wrapt together as mothers and grandmothers fed them onto Grandma Agatha's lap where she lay back against one end of the settee. The sighing and blissful moaning of the sweethearts all but disappeared in the sizzle of dresses as everyone gathered around them, sliding Roger onto his back with his puffed sleeves on Grandma Agatha's bosom, and Jodie onto the other side of him so that both boys could hold their dresses out in their petticoats and see their popsies reaching out for each other. Their delicate knoblets touched, in a tender kiss of clitties, bringing whimpers of emotion from their red and pink lips as they leaned closer and kissed each other softly. "You are nearly girls now, darlings," said Grandma Agatha. "Nearly but not quite. I think you want to become girls in love completely, don't you?" The boys barely parted their lips to say: "Oh yessssss... yes pleeeeeease!" "Well Jodie, you can make Roger your true, girly sweetheart first, my pet," and she looked to Sonia and Thelma to hold him from both sides of the settee, slide him back a little, and direct him between his dear friend's legs. It was instinctive... as if natural... for Roger's legs parted wide and he allowed both grandma's to hold him under his knees and lift his legs towards Grandma Agatha, so that his bottom was presented. Jodie's glistening clittie was placed on his sweetheart's entry to moisten it, then juice it with a thrill of girlish love, then push its very stiff helmet and all its length inside the love passage of his darling Roger. "Oh Roger darling," cried Sonia, pushing and drawing her whimpering son inside him, "you are girls together, deeply in love. How wonderfully feminine you both are!" Roger moaned with the deepest pleasure. "You are such wonderful girls, both of you," echoed her friend as she used one hand to pluck up Jodie's white collar so that it surrounded his face in a full rosette, pushing and pulling above Roger's blushing cheeks and planting kisses repeatedly on each other's lips. "Feel very girlish, precious," cooed Grandma Agatha to Jodie as his dress sleeves and collar surrounded his face and came and went above the little bundle of girliness in her arms. "Roger is becoming more and more of a girl as you make love to him and fill his tube with girlishness," and Jodie's dress and suspendered hips slid softly to and fro in front of her. It was as the grandmothers cooed into their ears that the sweethearts felt the rising and swelling of their pleasures... aching with desire and growing with more and more stiffness. Their lips pressed together and hummed with a sharing of bliss as Jodie started to fill his sweetheart's passage with his creamy affection, while Roger spent his creamy girlish consent into the front of his petticoats. "What a lovely pair of girls we have between us, cried Grandma Agatha, as their pair of sweethearts spent and spent in whimpers of adoration, unable to keep their lips together and sliding onto each other's cheeks as they cried: "Love me, my darling... My sweetheart... Oh yes... yes... yesssssssss!" as their passion pumped deliciously for both of them, until their passion finally subsided and they sank together with exhaustion into the satin of their dresses. They kissed and kissed, explored each other's faces with their fingers, smiled and giggled... and knew with ecstatic certainty that they were girls. They were hugged by every woman in the room, including Maid Hilda, and after a little rest, and a change into different lovely dresses, it was Roger's turn to show his darling Jodie how deeply his clittie could penetrate to show the girlish depth of his love for him. *** It was no surprise that both mothers decided that their little dears were too tired to sleep together. They were prised apart at ten o'clock with tears of adoration and weary but still stiffened clitties, and were taken to bed by their mothers, where each of them fell asleep as soon as their pretty heads touched the pillow. It was decided by all four women that too much of a good thing might turn them away from each other, so Thelma and her mother took Roger home, only to return to Sweetwell Park after four weeks, when the sweethearts enjoyed a most wonderful two days of girlish pastimes and two nights of delirious love-making. This was repeated at four-weekly intervals, until the women began to feel that their girls might just be right for one another. How lovely it is when the sweetness of one can attract the sweetness of another, and when boys can find so much femininity in themselves that they can actually turn into loving and attractive little girls. THE END