Mrs Denver s Parent Discipline Scheme
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Chapter Three - Ready to Party
Miss Grace had certainly been very busy, along with her darling
feminised pet Missy. Grace had easily persuaded her husband to give the
room next to Missy's a lick of fresh paint. Also with a few purchases in
town, and a scour around their barn of a home, she'd pretty much found
all the elements for a room fit for a young teenage boy.
She watched as Missy stretched to push in thumb tacks into an old
football poster of the Boss's, which she now hoped Dale would find was
fashionably "retro."
Tall and willowy, Missy still wasn't quite tall enough to pin up the old
poster quite as high as Grace wanted. In her new pink kitten heels
Grace's little helper stood precariously on an old tartan footstool. It
pleased Grace to see that to keep her balance the creature quite
naturally extended one leg in an almost balletic pose revealing the
adorable lacy hem of her pristine white half slip.
It was always such a special delight when her little pet quite
unconsciously assumed such delightfully feminine mannerisms. A flick of
bothersome hair, an unconscious tug at a annoying bra strap, or an
unsuccessful attempt to jerk down a skirt hem which persistently and
spitefully insisted on revealing the pretty petticoat beneath. All such
little affectations filled Grace with a warm delight she'd not felt
since she and Trudy were young.
Watching her and Trudy's creation at work she reflected on just how
wonderful and successful her plan had turned out so far.
The Boss had plenty of failings, she knew that. But who else would have
just shrugged his shoulders and simply said, "You do what pleases you
love, we could both do with the extra help." And that was it, discussion
over.
He had simple needs, one of which she regularly attended to every
Saturday night in a rather mechanical way, which nevertheless seemed to
satisfy him for the rest of the week.
Grace wasn't Trudy, she didn't hate men, but she was pretty neutral
about them at least. Nevertheless, it never occurred to her that she
wouldn't get married and make a home. She chose reliable, hard working,
and monosyllabic Arthur, because he'd be most useful to her, and the
least trouble. He came with the inherited farm too which pleased her
enormously. Also, he apparently had no problem with the proximity and
regular visits from her dearest friend Trudy, who was such a comfort to
her in her life.
The farm was huge in Grace's eyes, but in reality, although very remote,
it was little more than a large smallholding. She loved the life of a
rather spoilt farmer's wife. The eventual realisation that they were
unable to conceive children wasn't so bad. In a way she felt too selfish
to share her life with children. She had dark secrets too, and dark and
unusual desires, which she only shared with Trudy, and children might
have been an unwanted complication.
When they heard about the "Scheme" to solve the problem of so many
unwanted orphans Trudy and she fantasised about their own delicious
little scheme they'd played on an unfortunate boy all those years ago.
That was until his parents stepped him and took him away from their
clutches.
Now they realised their amusement could be played out on bigger scale
with little interference. At first it was just a shared joyous fantasy,
then they realised it could actually be achieved. Trudy would even tell
Grace how she'd prepared a room in her home to "train up the little
sissy."
Trudy at first embarked on a career as a nurse, until some unfortunate
incident a few years later. Then much to her friend's surprise she'd
embarked on a beauty therapy course. She actually confessed to Grace
that this unexpected love of "transformation" originated from their
little "scheme" all those years ago.
Trudy was very successful, eventually opening her own salon in town, and
making regular trips to the United States to keep abreast of the latest
styles and techniques. Half of her profits were gladly donated to her
dearest friend Grace. How else could Grace and her husband have lived so
well merely on the income of a small farm. Grace's husband's
unquestioning nature meant she never had to explain quite how they lived
so well.
So it was that eventually Grace and Trudy visited the local state
orphanage, touring the gloomy corridors, seeking out their perfect
match.
Ashley was perhaps a little tall, but his lack of coordination and slim
willowy frame was adorable. They watched him rough housing with his best
friend Dale, who they could see was the more coordinated and dominant,
whilst still a delightfully polite and respectful boy.
The "matron," underpaid and overworked, barely seemed to care much
about the details of their adoption. As long as Grace and her husband
filled out all the relevant forms, and paid the fee, plus the little
"voluntary" gratuity to herself, then she'd happily release them into
her charge.
The matron promised to give the boys a good clean up, a much needed
haircut, and a worming, before Grace returned the next week to pick them
up. She never questioned when Grace and Trudy gushed how "adorable"
Ashley's longer locks were and forbade her to touch them. It was a
little less work and trouble for the matron and her hard pressed staff
so it was a request that was easy to deliver.
"That's fine Missy dear," Grace called warmly, as the poor creature
pushed in the final thumb tack. An awkward little procedure, now that
her carefully shaped and painted nails were quite long, and whilst very
pretty, they proved an adorable womanly hindrance to everyday chores.
"We've done a lovely job I think dear," Grace announced proudly. Her
little charge smiled weakly, straightening her skirts, with an endearing
shyness and self-consciousness that Grace could just eat up like honey.
It had worked out very well Grace thought as she scanned the room.
Perhaps a little too much tartan for a boy, but neutral nevertheless.
The old oak bed was sturdy. She'd even found an old bureau for the boy
to read at, or make models, or whatever boys did. The carpet was hard
wearing, the room a fairly neutral light blue left over from when the
Boss painted the kitchen. The old posters and a few old toys of the
Boss's gave it a lived in look. She felt sure Dale would like it.
The real point of inviting the boy into their family was for the
delicious contrast ,which Trudy assured her dear friend, their pet would
very soon feel. Grace and Trudy were excited at the very anticipation of
lapping up every exquisite little humiliation this intense disparity
would create.
Grace already sensed the budding beginnings of a subtle division between
the two teenagers. At the conclusion of that afternoon in the kitchen
she demanded only one promise from them before fully allowing them into
their new "family." She asked them to promise to abandon any "silly
ideas" of escaping or abandoning her and the Boss, who "only had their
best interests at heart."
She watched Missy very closely as Dale rather over enthusiastically
announced his solemn promise never to abandon them. She saw that pretty
made up face darken a little at just how quickly and eagerly her friend
appeared to abandon any struggle for freedom. Missy meanwhile hesitated
a little to reply. Grace noted just a tiny instance of impatience on
Dale's very open face as his feminised friend appeared to waver about
renouncing all thoughts of running away.
However Missy eventually promised too, if more hesitantly. Grace knew
that they probably both lied. She was pretty certain they still
harboured hopes of escaping their new home. She was pleased however at
just how well the tiny seeds of division had begun to germinate.
Grace's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car on the drive.
Trudy had arrived already.
"Aunty Trudy is here already Missy. We'd better hurry along and get
ready for your brother's little home coming party hadn't we?" Grace
announced cheerily. Missy, always a little cowered by Trudy's presence,
nodded and obediently followed her "mummy," in a swish of under-slip.
Trudy, dressed in her best Channel suit, was unpacking garment bags,
cosmetic boxes, and a small suitcase from the copious boot of her new
Volvo.
"Be a good girl Missy and run along and fetch Dale to help Trudy with
her bags dear," she demanded casually of her charge. A sly smile to
Trudy revealed that this little request was anything but casual,
reinforcing as it did that only Dale was considered fit, strong, and
male enough to help them, further reinforced by the seemingly nonchalant
"good girl" remark.
A slightly blushing Missy returned with Dale in tow.
"Be a good strong boy and help dear Aunt Trudy upstairs with her bags
dear," Grace requested. "And go to my room when you've done. I'll
smarten you up for the party whilst Aunt Trudy gets your dear Sissy
ready."
"I suppose eventually your father will come in and I can attempt to make
something of him too." She laughed.
Missy a little sullenly accompanied "Aunty Trudy" upstairs, whilst Dale
lugged the bags up in two trips.
Trudy requested Dale to leave all the stuff outside Missy's bedroom
door. Grace and she had earlier agreed to save the "reveal" to Dale of
Missy's exceedingly feminine boudoir to a later date. They didn't want
to use up some of the most delicious little humiliations all in one day.
Missy, preparing himself for an agonizing embarrassment as Dale was let
into his preposterously girly bedroom, breathed a surprised sigh of
relief when Trudy had him leave those things outside.
Ashley had mentally vowed to always keep his bedroom door shut in the
hope that his friend never saw the ultra-feminine cell that he was
confined to every night, and for far too much of his days too.
It didn't take too long for Grace to smarten the boy up. She slicked his
hair, and stood over the rather blushing boy as she watched him self-
consciously change into the smart new trousers and check shirt, she'd
picked out for him in town. A little to his mortification she clipped an
old clip-on bow tie of her husband's around his neck. She sent him
downstairs to polish his boots, and to fetch the boss as soon as he'd
done that.
With some anticipation Grace left her room to check on Trudy's progress
with Missy. Entering Missy's perfumed sanctum, Grace saw her little pet
stood, her back to Grace, as Trudy stood in front of her adjusting one
of Missy's errant bra straps.
As Trudy had promised, for this special little event, she'd find
something rather special for their creation to wear. Frail and slightly
trembling Missy was replete in black nylons, tight little black lacy
panties, a deep waisted black lacy suspender belt, or garter belt as
Trudy called it, and a sort of black part basque, part long line bra,
that hugged Missy's trim waist beautifully.
Trudy had achieved a number of delicious "firsts." Missy's first very
grown up all black lingerie, Missy's first nylons and suspenders, and
Missy's first waist cinching undergarment.
Trudy had promised to make a" big grown up girl" of Missy on the day of
her new brother's first day in the household, and much to Grace's warm
delight she was obviously delivering on her promise.
The two women were soon lost in an hours heavenly delight of
transforming their little pet into a proper grown up party princess.
Poor Missy started to become a little sullen and perturbed as the
process developed, but Trudy, ever prepared, gave the little sissy a
quick injection of "something calming" into her pert pantied bottom.
Missy soon became a little dreamy, but perfectly co-operative, and she
could even be instructed to smile on request, if a little vacantly.
Perfumed, dusted, and rigorously confined in constrictive lingerie,
petticoats, and a tight bodiced dress only her Mummy or Aunty could ever
release the poor dear creature from, the sissy was finally ready for her
reluctant role as party princess.
Grace led the benumbed creature to her own bedroom and sat her at the
pretty chair in the corner to rest her froth of layers of black tulle
petticoats and skirts, as she herself prepared for the evenings little
family event.
Trudy quickly helped her friend strip down to ample white lace bra and
knickers. Grace felt oddly excited, firstly knowing, though never ever
acknowledging, that her dearest friend got a little turned on and
flushed whenever she undressed in her presence. Secondly she almost
gushed in wondering how her adorable little pet must feel, this grown
woman undressing in front of her almost as if she didn't exist, or not
in any male way anyway.
Grace felt sure she'd never felt as happy in a long long while.
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