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[Author's Note: This is a long one. I just didn't want to split the day into two parts...again. Rereading previous entries has revealed some grammar issues and other mistakes (my editor is an idiot), if anything is confusing just drop me a note. Thank you for the encouragement and let me know what you think.] No Hands - Day 4 Twice during the night Mark woke only to realize he had moved in his sleep and the white satin ribbon keeping him in the bed had become tight forcing him to move back toward the center. Two other times he woke to a sharp pressure from his crotch where his sleeping body had not realized that "morning wood" would no longer be possible. The final time was Aunt Tracy's voice pulling him from slumber. "Get up sleepy head, it's past time to start the day." Fingers touched his face pulling away the sleep mask forcing Mark to squeeze his eyes closed against the bright light streaming in the windows. "Mornin'," Mark mumbled. "Let's get you up, I've already been up for a few hours and have some news." Mark was curious about the news but his bladder intruded into his priorities. "Can it wait I really need to use the bathroom." Aunt Tracy pulled back the satin covers to reveal Mark's nude body. "Oh, she didn't give you any pajamas." She quickly covered his waist with the sheets. "I'm surprised, I figured she'd jump at the chance to dress you for bed." Mark shrugged at the statement not sure how to respond. "Ok, the bathroom is open. Where's that robe you wore a couple of days ago?" "Kicked it under the bed," Mark answered and moved toward the edge of the bed noticing for the first time the casual clothing his aunt wore, a simple pair of black leggings and a T-shirt with a wine glass stenciled on the front. "Did Nancy break the strap of the pink camisole I left you in yesterday?" Tracy continued. "Yes," Mark answered shortly trying to encourage her departure from the room. "Well, it's easily repaired. When you've completed your business give a yell and I'll help you with some clothes." As soon as she was out of the bedroom Mark kicked off the ivory satin sheets and moved quickly to the door peeking out long enough to confirm his aunt was not standing outside. He darted across the hall to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Doing his business while locked in Nancy's chastity device was odd despite the fact that he was becoming accustomed to the extra weight. "What is happening to my life?" Mark whispered into the air. He turned to his right and looked in the mirror, his hair was a mess but the makeup Nancy put on him was still there though not as perfect as the day before. He did not look like a boy dressed as a girl but like a girl who had just got out of bed. Mark sighed loudly. "Ok, I'm done," he yelled out of the open door while grabbing a nearby towel between his oval-shaped hands and held it over his lap. Aunt Tracy stepped into the bathroom with a bundle of mostly white, shiny material Mark recognized as the robe he had tossed under the bed two days before. This she dropped on the floor leaving a second garment made of the same material in her hands. "Arms up," Tracy ordered. Mark did as ordered and she pulled a matching satin nightgown over his arms and head. The garment left his arms bear with a drape of cloth covering his upper chest. The familiar pattern of roses on a field of white pooled around his seated body. "Ok stand up." Mark did so and the nightgown fell to his ankles sending tingles down his now smooth legs which again directed his attention to his trapped manhood. "Seriously?" "Keep complaining and I'll make you wear a bra and panties," Aunt Tracy said with a smile on her lips. "Now the robe." "Tell me again why I can't wear something else, something like you have on," Mark asked with no small amount of frustration in his voice. "I don't know exactly. I suppose one reason is because you are quite attractive as a girl and for another I don't want you wearing my clothes. I have never enjoyed sharing clothes, not even with your mother when we were growing up." "So this outfit isn't yours?" Mark said. "It is but I haven't worn it in years, consider it a gift," Aunt Tracy smiled as she helped Mark into the robe and tied both the inner and outer ties securely about his waist. "Ah, just what I always wanted," Mark said sarcastically. "Now come along, I have news we can talk about over breakfast," Tracy said. Breakfast was strips of bacon between toast held by Tracy while she talked. "I went to the DMV [Department of Motor Vehicles] this morning while you were sleeping and learned what it will take to teach you to drive." Mark was surprised she had done so much until a quick glance at the clock revealed it was nearly eleven o'clock in the morning. "Ok," Mark answered around a mouthful of sandwich and realized that this was an opportunity to rid himself of the casts. Tracy reached behind her and set a book on the table with a picture of a car on the front. "You have to study this and pass a test. If you do, you'll get a learners permit that will allow you to drive with a licensed driver. Are you up for it?" "Sure, how many questions can I miss and still pass?" Mark asked. "Three. So today after we take off the casts, you'll study the book and I'll give you a practice test. I'll be out visiting friends and running errands." Mark nodded. "Ok." "And remember if we take off your casts, you don't get a laptop," Tracy said. "That's fine, this whole bet situation has taken a very different direction than I expected," Mark said shifting in his seat a bit as the soft fabrics rubbing against his skin reminded him of the metal between his legs. Aunt Tracy laughed. "Yes it sure has." She cleared the dishes and stepped toward the garage. "Let me fetch the cast saw." She moved three steps before a musical tune from her pocket announced a phone call. "Hello, this is Tracy." She listened for a few seconds. "Oh hello Mrs. Carterman. What can I do for you?" Tracy faced changed into a mask of confusion as she listened further. "Yes that is very kind of you. Out of curiosity, how did you learn of our unfortunate situation?" More listening and a quick intense look toward Mark. "Oh right, I almost forgot about that, I must have posted it late last night. Sure why don't you give us a couple of hours to get more situated and come on over," Tracy said into the phone the worried expression on her face at odds with her happy tone of voice. "Alright then, and thanks again." Tracy pressed the face of the phone with her thumb and took a deep breath. "We have a problem." She pressed several times on the phone and swiped her fingers in rapid succession. "Nancy must have done this." "Done what? What's going on?" Mark asked. "It seems Nancy posted on our neighborhood online message board that my niece was staying with me for a few weeks and had all her luggage stolen. She put out a call for help. Here let me read it for you. 'She's a sweet girl, about a size 4 and loves dresses and skirts and anything pretty.'" Mark's mouth fell open. "And Mrs. Carterman..." "...has a bunch of clothes her daughter either grew out of or refuses to wear," Tracy finished. "They will be here this afternoon." "Oh no, what are we going to do? I could be sick?" Mark suggested. "They will still want to see you," Tracy said biting the corner of her lip in thought. "Well first of all we still have to get those casts off." She ran to the garage with renewed vigor returning with a strange looking tool. She spread a trash bag across the table and motioned Mark over. "Robe off for now," Tracy ordered untying the belt and pulling it from his shoulders leaving him in the matching nightgown. "Ok, place your hand in the middle of the table, the trash sack should catch the dust. If it hurts, just yell." Tracy turned on the saw which buzzed loudly. Once the vibrating blade hit the hard fiberglass the material slowly parted as she moved it along the underside of his wrist and hand. In moments his hand was free. His fingers were stiff and flecked with dried skin and dust but no worse for the experience. He flexed his hand and rotated the wrist. "That feels better." When his now sensitive fingers rested in his lap he could not ignore the soft feeling of the silky nightgown but hid his feelings as his aunt began her work on his other hand. He was soon rubbing his hands together for the first time in three days. "Now let me get some better clothes on." Aunt Tracy's hand shot out and whacked the back of his head. "Use your brain. Mrs. Carterman will be here in as soon as two hours and she's expecting to see my niece. You look lovely, but the boy in you still sticks out every once in a while, especially with your mannerisms." Mark was miffed by the strike to his head despite the fact it had not hurt in the least. "How about this, let's call Nancy and demand she return my suitcase, then we tell Mrs. Carterman the truth. I mean fuck this," Mark picked at the soft material of the nightgown, "I'm not a girl." Aunt Tracy face became stone and her voice lowered to a whisper. "I dislike cursing, and did you hear by chance the conversation I had with her on the phone. Will you make me a liar? I told you the day before to be careful and you had to push things, now you're stuck." Still feeling angry and petulant despite his Aunt's sudden sternness. "I'm only stuck because you won't give me decent clothes, surely you have a pair of old shorts and a T-shirt, what do you wear when doing chores outside?" "We don't have time to argue about this, but if you must know I wear an old turquoise sports bra and matching leggings, if it's cool outside I might wear a tank top over the sports bra. Would you like to try it on?" Mark began to respond but she held up her hand. "No more arguments, let's go get your makeup touched up and then you can start studying for the driving test." "No!" Mark said. "Looking like a girl for you and Nancy was bad enough but there is no way I'm going to do it for the fucking neighbors." Mark's voice rose to nearly shouting. Mark did not think his Aunt could become more stern, he was wrong. Her face became like iron as she stood up and left him staring after her. Moments later she returned with both hands clenched into fists. "First of all, no more cursing, there will be consequences for such language which we will deal with later but since you have decided to be so obstinate and refuse to admit your actions have consequences, I feel the need to remind you of this." She set an odd looking key on the table and Mark shifted in his seat obviously reminded of the chastity device. Mark's eyes widened and his hand darted toward the key. Before moving an inch from his body Tracy grabbed up the key. "What are you saying, I really don't need reminding." "Obviously you do," Tracy said. Mark felt the room grow warmer and his face flushed. "So if I don't do as you say you will..." He left the question unspoken. "I don't see many options here, what do you care about my reputation with my neighbors?" Tracy responded. "And this isn't even my doing, Nancy posted the message, not me." Mark swallowed and his resolve crumpled along with his anger. He laid his forehead on the table. "I didn't think it would end up like this." Tears threatened to flow from his eyes but he squeezed his eyes tightly together. He soon felt hands on his shoulder through the thin material of the robe. "Look, you have nothing to worry about, you look amazing. I tell you what, let me fix your makeup and I'll let you wear some of my old scrubs for when Mrs. Carterman arrives." Mark nodded accepting the small measure of concession his aunt offered. "Ok, that would be better than this." Mark picked at the nightgown. "You'll need some shape though, sorry but it's true," Tracy added. "Shape? What do you mean shape?" He remembered the corset from the day before and wanted nothing to do with that. "Follow me," Tracy ordered and walked toward her bedroom. She was already in her closet when he arrived scrubbing at his reddened eyes to hide the traces of his previous outburst. She returned carrying a pair of teal colored pants and a white shirt of similar material patterned with small conifer trees. "Here put the pants on." Mark quickly fled the room with the pants eager to be rid of the clinging robe and nightgown that seemed to inflame his arousal with every stray movement. The pants were soft and though not exactly a masculine color they were at least pants. He returned to the bedroom shirtless. Tracy regarded him carefully and nodded. "You'll be wearing my turquoise sports bra after all." "What?" Mark said with obvious surprise. "Shape, my dear nephew, you need at least the hint of curves if we are going to pull this off. Young girls at your age may not have much in the breast department but what they have they are usually trying to show off to maximum effect." Tracy tossed a stretchy garment toward him which was a slightly lighter shade of green than his pants. "Put it on like a tight shirt." Mark let the garment hit him in the chest and fall to the floor. "I don't think so." "Fine you looked quite good in the black dress Nancy put in you in. We can try that. I'll just tell Mrs. Carterman it was the only thing I had pretty enough for your tastes." Mark winced at the implication and knelt down to retrieve the bra. "What good will this do?" "Not much on its own but once we put a roll of socks in the cups it should suffice, at least for the time, though I suggest you avoid prolonged hugs," Aunt Tracy said with a smile. "Help me, please," Mark said in a whisper. "Sure honey, raise your arms." Tracy helped him tug the garment into position and quickly filled the cups with some socks working for several minutes to get the correct shape. "Ok, here you go just put it on like a T-shirt." She handed him a patterned shirt. Mark realized with its tapered waist and cross-over V-neck design the shirt would never be mistaken for anything other than feminine but it was not a dress. He avoided the mirror in the room. "I'm going to go study." "Just a couple more things, Marcie." Mark winced at the name but guessed he should get used to it for today at least. He stopped and looked back. "Yes." "Your voice will pass if you don't get angry or upset so just talk as little as possible, act shy." "Not a problem," Mark answered. "Hair and makeup, and then you can study." Aunt Tracy deftly applied a light touch of makeup to his face and worked a bit on his hair before allowing him to return to the kitchen. "I wish I had Nancy's skill with hair. Let's try this." She returned with a scarf that matched the scrubs and tied it into his hair leaving long tails flowing down his back. "Yes that will work, it's obvious you have short hair but the illusion is there." Mark read the driving book for the next hour working hard to ignore the tight material stretched across his chest. Thoughts intruded as the quiet hour allowed him time to reflect on the last few days. What had started out as a boring stay with his aunt was turning into a horror show and the person most to blame was Nancy. His aunt and even his Mom however were not exactly helping him out of his predicament. How could he get out of this? Nancy had to give him back his clothes. He rejected a dozen ideas to accomplish this when the sound of the doorbell sent a bolt of fear through his body. Mrs. Carterman had arrived. Aunt Tracy dashed to the door and sounds of greeting filled the small entryway. Mrs. Carterman walked, or more appropriately waddled into the living room baring two large sacks which she sat down on the floor. She was a woman of considerable girth wearing tan slacks and a blouse of a bright green color which would have gone nicely with her curly red hair if it had not been so obviously dyed. "Hello dear," she said with genuine affection. "I'm so sorry for your trouble." Mark smiled and bobbed a quick nod. "Oh where are my manners. This is my daughter Shelby." A young woman appeared from behind Mrs. Carterman. She was a slight girl which was why she managed to completely hide behind her much larger mother. She wore a pair of blue jeans over a pair of what looked like combat boots. Her dark blue T-shirt was knotted at the waist to reveal a large black belt with silver buckle hanging loosely just below her displayed navel. Her dark hair was curly but obviously not due to any effort on Shelby's part and it stopped well above her shoulders. "Hello." Mark nodded in her direction but her gaze lingered spending many moment traveling from his bare feet to his face. Her fixed on his for long moments and Mark, though uncomfortable with the scrutiny, had trouble looking away. His Aunt and Shelby's mother seemed unaware and talked without noticing. "We have several more boxes, should we just leave them in the living room?" Mrs. Carterman said. "Wow, you have so much?" Aunt Tracy responded. "Yes, my dear Shelby never liked the pretty things I bought for her so most have never been worn or worn only once." Shelby finally looked away. "Yeah, I'm not much for dresses and skirts." "Or heels, or makeup, or anything else pretty for that matter," Mrs. Carterman said with a sigh. Shelby just smiled and shrugged and returned her gaze to Mark. "I didn't catch your name." Her voice was rich and smooth and seemed to tug on his mind. "Mar....Marcie," Mark whispered. "Ah, Marcie, I like that," Shelby said. "You like pretty clothes then?" Shelby continued as the adult conversation descended into Mrs. Carterman's countless attempts to dress her daughter. "I suppose, yes," Mark answered trying to keep his voice barely above a whisper. "Any idea who stole yours?" Shelby asked. Nancy's red haired visage bloomed in his mind but Mark looked down with a shake of his head. "I guess it's lucky my Mom worked so hard to get me in dresses, now you have more than you can ever wear." Mark swallowed and met her eyes noticing she had already taken several steps closer. She seemed like a stalking cat, a predator on the hunt, her eyes flashing with a sort of subdued desire. "Perhaps we could hang out sometime..." "Shelby dear," Mrs. Carterman interrupted. "Let's get the rest and be off, I have a hair appointment." Shelby looked back at Mark with a small smile. "See you soon." Before they left, the living room was littered with various boxes and garment bags. Aunt Tracy surveyed the damage with amazement. "I didn't expect so much. I have to run some errands, I want you to put it all into your bedroom, it wouldn't fit anywhere else. If you do a good job I'll forgive one of your indiscretions from earlier." "Indiscretions?" Mark asked. "Your foul language, you did it twice and I said there would be consequences. Unpack all this stuff into your room and get it organized." "What about my other..." Mark paused at the word. "Indiscretion?" "I'm not sure yet, just watch your mouth. I know your Mom talks like that when she wants to rile me up, but I won't have it my own house." Mark nodded. "And no snooping around my house while I'm gone, that's one of the reasons this mess got started." "Snooping?" Mark said. "Yes, the first day you were here you snooped around, even went in the attic by the looks of things. That's mainly why I suggested the bet to cast your hands, I figured you wouldn't be snooping around if you could barely open a door knob." Mark's mouth fell open in surprise. "You planned it?" "I told you Nancy and I planned it," Aunt Tracy said. "That's why you proposed the bet, was to keep me from snooping?" "Originally yes, and then Nancy got involved." Tracy shrugged. "I would never had done..." She pointed to Mark's crotch. "...that." She grabbed her purse from a hook and moved toward the door leading to the garage. "There's an entire closet and chest of drawers empty in that room, all of this should fit." Mark stared at the mess in the living room for several seconds before moving. Then he took off his shirt and stripped out of the tight sports bra before picking up a box and moving into the bedroom. He opened it to reveal a sea of colors that turned out to be feminine undergarments. "I'll do that one last," Mark said and rose back to his feet to get the garment bags draped over the couch. The garments contained dresses, many of which appeared to be more fancy than necessary. Mark shook his head at the motives behind such a large loan by the Carterman's, perhaps Shelby was a real Tomboy and this was her Mom's chance to get some use out of her countless failed attempts at dressing her daughter. Mark organized the skirts and blouses on one side of the closet and the dresses on the other going so far as to sort them by length and color. Truth was Mark was quite the neat freak keeping his own room organized and clean, a trait he inherited from his mother who had been the same. One of the boxes contained shoes from flats to heels and all the styles in between. Mark caught himself wondering if they would even fit before shaking his head and placing them in neat rows on the floor of the closet placing the most objectionable shoes (a pair of shiny red high heels) toward the rear. Their were packages of unopened hosiery mixed in with swimsuits and foundation garments some of which he doubted belonged to Shelby, at least he could not imagine her ever wearing such things. One thing he was hoping to find were simple shirts and shorts but so far no luck. Mark carefully sorted everything into the drawers until he was down to the last two boxes, one of which he knew was full of underwear, bras, panties, and the like. He opened the cardboard flaps on the other and his heart bloomed with hope when he saw the unmistakable look of denim. He pulled out the garment but realized they were way too light to be jeans, instead they were leggings patterned after with the appearance of denim. In fact the whole box was full of various colors and patterns of leggings. At the bottom were several full length garments made out of the same stretchy material, some sort of dance wear or costume. "Damn it, even the pants are girly." With a sigh Mark sorted everything into drawers and approached the final box having left two drawers empty for the contents. Bra after bra came out of the box in a rainbow of colors and styles. The cups were of such varied sized he doubted they came from a single woman. They all went into the drawer as organized as Mark could make them knowing little about how they folded together. At the bottom of the box were several clear plastic food storage bags stuffed with what looked like different pieces of colored material which turned out to be panties. Deciding that the sealed bags were their own form of organization he placed them unopened into the top drawer and carefully broke down the boxes and bags placing them in the garage for later when all these clothes would have to be returned. Overwhelmed by the femininity explosion he had just worked through Mark picked up the driving manual and fell onto the couch and began to read. Working through a practice test at the back of the book he barely noticed when his aunt returned home. "From the stack of cardboard in the garage I'd say you finished putting everything away." "I did the best I could, I don't know if everything is where it should be. I've never seen some of that stuff," Mark answered. "Oh come now, most female clothing is rather obvious." Mark shrugged. "For you maybe." "Let's have a look." Mark stood up to follow and his aunt smiled. "Shirtless? Seems a bit risque for a young girl." "The bra was irritating, and the shirt too girly. Oh and I'm not a girl." Tracy sniffed and disappeared into the guest bedroom where Mark slept. She opened the closet and stared at the neatly organized clothing hanging on the bars in the closet and the neat rows of shoes organized from tallest heels on one end to flats on the other. One pair of shoes with really long laces was hanging from a hook. "I didn't know what to do with those," Mark said when Tracy reached out to finger the strange footwear. "They're called gladiator sandals. I'm surprised Mrs. Carterman had a pair." "I doubt they're hers and I don't think all these clothes belong to Shelby either, there are a bunch of different sizes I think," Mark hesitated. "You did an amazing job at this," Aunt Tracy said turning to regard her nephew. She opened the drawers and looked at the neatly organized rows of bras and then at the neatly folded leggings and swimsuits. She pulled out a long black garment that looked way too small for a normal woman. "No way this belongs to Shelby." "What is it?" "Foundation garment, this one keeps your legs and butt nice and smooth beneath a tight dress while holding in your tummy." She reached in and pulled out another. "You recognize this." Mark sighed and nodded at the shiny red garment. "A corset." The long red laces fell to the floor from where they were nestled inside the rigid roll of satin. "Yes, but I'm not sure it's meant to be hidden under clothes." She quickly replaced it in the drawer and moved down to the next drawer filled with neatly organized hosiery and bags of panties. "Did you do this?" Aunt Tracy pulled out the packed bag of panties. "No they came that way, I decided to leave them," Mark answered. Tracy nodded. "Well, you did an excellent job. I'd let you do my closet but I don't want your hands all over my undies. Did you study for the driving test?" Tracy walked out of the room and Mark followed. "Yes, it did not seem difficult," Mark answered. "Ok great, I have a practice test from the DMV. Let's see how you do. Oh and for every question you get incorrect you'll spend another day without hands," Aunt Tracy said over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen presumably to get the test. "What!" Mark shouted. "I figured since you've had such a difficult week it would be unfair just to punish you for cursing out right. This way if you do well on the test nothing happens." "My punishment was more time without hands?" Mark said shaking his brain free from shock. "Yes, three days," Aunt Tracy said. "Three days without hands for saying fu..." Mark caught himself. "The F-word." "I don't like cursing," Aunt Tracy said. "So if I get four questions wrong?" Mark asked. Tracy shrugged. "It's a bit of a gamble. I tell you what, I'll let you study for another hour." "If I can't use my hands what's the point of taking the test since I can't drive without hands?" Mark asked. "I'm working on a solution to that, something a bit less permanent, easier to remove." "Ok, give me an hour." Mark opened the book and with a concentration born of desperation he studied. After what seemed like minutes Aunt Tracy nudged his shoulder. "Times up." Mark sighed. "I don't do well under pressure." "Good..." Aunt Tracy immediately raised her hand to her mouth, she had not intended to say that. "You want my hands to be useless? I won't snoop anymore I promise," Mark accused. Tracy sighed her shoulders slumping slightly. "I confess that having you a bit more controlled has made your stay here less taxing on my nerves. I'm used to living alone, you see, and I know how rowdy teenage boys can be. When your mother talked me into this, more like twisted my arm, I had visions of you messing up my cute little house and having wild parties with any passing teenagers. And..." Tracy abruptly stopped and handed a sheaf of papers to Mark. "Here's the test." "And what?" "Nothing, that was all," Tracy said. "Here's a pen. Get started you only get a half hour to finish the test." "You were going to say something," Mark insisted. Tracy paused obviously trying to decide if she wanted to continue. "You looked so cute in that black satin dress of mine, your hair all done up with pink ribbons. The scared look on your face made the whole thing..." Tracy searched for the word. "...interesting to me." "Interesting?" "Yes, but never mind me, get to work on the test." Mark wanted to ask more but picked up the pen and began to fill in the multiple choice questions. Quickly finished within the allotted time he went back over his answers until his aunt announced time was up. She took the test from the table and began to check the answers. After a few minutes she raised her head with a smile. "Good job, you only missed two. I guess you're ready to try for your permit." Mark groaned inwardly, realizing he had just been sentenced to two more days without arms. "Do you have the test here?" "What? No, of course not, you have to take the test down at the DMV. We can make it before it closes if we hurry." "I'm not going out like this," Mark said indicating his appearance with a wave of his hand. "Of course not, you have to wear a shirt. I won't force you to take the test, but we do have to visit a friend of mine's shop to give her measurements of your arms." Mark closed his eyes slowly and took a deep breath. "I'm not going out looking like a girl." "You are," Aunt Tracy said her voice dropping to a whisper. "You can't make me," Mark answered back. "Think it through, Marcie," Aunt Tracy said in a continuing whisper. "And don't forget, you fooled Mrs. Carterman and her daughter, you have nothing to fear." "Nothing to fear?" Mark tried to mimic the soft tones his aunt used mostly because it seemed so effective. "If someone realizes I'm a guy, what of your reputation? What will Mrs. Carterman think when she realizes I'm actually your nephew?" Aunt Tracy's eyes flared with a dangerous light and Mark flinched back. "I'm confident that it will take a deliberate effort on your part to be revealed. And I can also guarantee that if such a thing happens you will regret it." "So I have no choice in the matter?" Mark asked. "Not anymore," Aunt Tracy said bringing a tinge of sympathy back into her voice. "Go take a shower." Mark stood and slumped toward the shower. He was quickly naked and luxuriated in the ability to remove his own clothes at least until his fingers brushed the device attached to his favorite body part. He explored the rigid tube and ring enclosed behind his testicles looking for some sign of weakness and a way to remove the thing. The keyhole was inset into a horizontal tube across the top and unlike a padlock would be difficult to cut. Mark sighed and stepped into the shower, long had it been since he had gone a day without an orgasm. Once finished he pushed back the shower curtain only see to his Aunt standing in the room with a smile. "Seems you've lost the habit of shutting doors." Mark covered his privates as she handed him a towel. "Yeah, I guess so." "Hurry, let's get you ready. Follow me," Mark hesitated in the bathroom but wrapped the towel around his waist and followed his aunt into the bedroom only to see her holding one of the plastic bags stuffed full of panties. She randomly selected a pair that happened to be shiny black and tossed them toward him. "Here put these on." As he had done before with the sports bra he let the flimsy garment strike him in the torso and fall to the ground. "I..." Mark's voice shook a bit. "I can't." Aunt Tracy turned from the chest of drawers holding a pair of black leggings she had taken from another drawer. "This is getting tiresome. You don't have to like it, you just have to do it. You're frightened eyes and shaking hands will only add to the shy quiet girl persona. It's quite endearing." Mark knelt down and picked up the wisp of fabric that women used for underwear and pulled them up his legs using the tag as the only obvious sign of their intended orientation. "Ok, it's done." Aunt Tracy handed him a pair of shiny black leggings over her shoulder as she pushed the hangars in the closet. "Leggings next, where did you toss the bra you wore earlier?" "I don't remember," Mark added sitting down on the bed to put on the shiny black pants, he had worn tights before so at least this garment was more familiar. "Excellent, this should work," Aunt Tracy said and turned toward him holding a small skirt of a dark red color. It was short and flared out around the hem. "It's called a skater skirt and should work to hide any unexpected lumps." "A skirt? No, please." Tracy sighed. "Look down, it's kind of obvious you have a little something extra. Put it on, it's high-waisted and should cover your navel." Mark wanted to argue but what was the point, perhaps if he had taken the initiative earlier he may have been able to control more of his wardrobe choices, at this point it would only be another pointless argument. The skirt was made of a similar stretch material as the leggings and settled easily around his waist flaring wide enough to hide his groin area falling to mid-thigh, without the leggings it would be close to indecent. Aunt Tracy nodded and held up a black shirt with narrow, horizontal stripes of white. Mark liked the long sleeves but thought it was too short in the torso. "This should work let's get your shape sorted." She returned to the chest of drawers and pulled out two dark colored bras. "I think we should go with a slightly larger cup to help distract from you lack of hips. Lot's of girls have boyish hips but we don't want to highlight that fact. Here you go." She handed Mark a black bra and he took it in two fingers pinching it as he would a dead rat. "I have no idea," Mark said. "Turn around let me help you." Tracy wrapped the bra around his chest so the empty cups covered his nipples and had him slip his arms through the straps which she adjusted to fit snugly. "Alright let's get some stuffing. I wish I had proper forms, but as you can see..." Tracy hefted her own chest. "... I've never really needed the help." The casual reference to her own breasts brought a blush to Mark's face which Tracy was far too busy to notice. She finally selected a couple rolls of socks which she fussed with for several minutes to get properly shaped into the cups of the bra. "Ok, here's the top." Mark pushed his arms into the wrist-length sleeves however when he pulled it down over his new bra it was two short to fall more than a few inches which left it gaping away from his body and exposing a sliver of skin just above the high-waisted skater skirt. "It's too short." "Nonsense, it looks great. Here are a pair of ballet flats." Mark pushed his feet into the shiny black shoes which left the top part of his foot and ankle bare. "Excellent, let me freshen your makeup a bit and we'll be off." Mark endured her fussing with his makeup and she then replaced his previous scarf with one of dark red that matched the skirt. "There we go, you look good." Mark avoided the mirror not wanting to invite the confusion created by his previous experiences. Aunt Tracy took a second to check her own appearance before leaving the bathroom. "Come on, we need to hurry if we're going to make the DMV before it closes." * * * Mark was trembling when they pulled into the empty parking lot in front of the DMV. "I can't." "You look perfect, no one can tell. Just be your cute, shy self. Now come on." Mark took a steadying breath and followed Nancy into the DMV. She immediately stepped up to a counter. "Hey Janice, here's Marcie, and here are the documents you need." Janice smiled and grabbed a familiar sheaf of paper and handed it to Mark. His hands trembled as he took them. "Don't be nervous Marcie, you can take it as many times as you need," Janice said. Mark smiled and nodded at the offered comfort grateful she did not know the true source of his shaking fingers. "Go over there and take the test and I'll get this paperwork set up," Janice turned back to her screen. Mark sat down and began the test, many of the questions were the same as the practice test and he doubted he would fail. Nancy's conversation however distracted him. "This says Mark, not Marcie," Janice said. Nancy looked at the document and sighed. "Shoot, his parents gave me the wrong documents, these are for his brother." Janice frowned. "Oh no, that's too bad." "Is there anyway we can work around this, it's only a learning permit after all." "I don't know, these days the permit looks just like a license except it's oriented differently to make it obvious she is an underage driver. It's all rather official." "We can correct it later," Nancy offered. Janice smiled. "I suppose, just make sure she uses the right paperwork when she takes her driving test." Janice typed into her computer. "That should do it, though if Mark ever attempts to get a license there will be a red flag." "Ok, I'll tell their parents." Mark worried a little about the possible future ramifications but there was little to do about it now and for the first time he wished small towns were a little less willing to thwart the bureaucracy. He finished his test quickly and Janice checked the results personally. "Great job you only missed one question. Now just sit over there and we'll get your picture," Mark looked at his aunt surprised that a picture would be involved but there was nothing to do about it now and seconds later Janice presented him with a very legitimate looking license that only differed by how the information was oriented on the stiff plastic. "There you go, just remember you must always drive with another adult licensed driver." Tracy smiled and nodded. "Thanks Janice." Mark stared at the piece of plastic with a very cute girl staring back at him on the front. "I can't believe that's me." Tracy smiled. "No kidding, but I'm not really up to teaching you yet, maybe tomorrow." "Fine by me." Mark's stomach was in knots from his first foray into public as a girl. Mark rode in silence until Tracy pulled into a parking spot in front of a small shop called Sue's Sewing Shoppe. "This is my friend's shop. She will help us make restricting your hands a bit easier." Mark sighed. "Isn't this enough?" He picked at the him of the shiny red skirt which covered his thighs held closely together. "Compared to Nancy, I've been downright kind," Tracy smiled. Mark opened his mouth to respond but closed it again realizing the obvious truth in her words. "Don't worry, Miss Sue is a nice lady. Your Mom and I have known her for years. Your Mom even worked in her shop when she was younger." "So she knows Marcie is a fraud?" Mark asked. Aunt Tracy shrugged. "Not sure. Come on." She left the car and hurried into the shop. Mark followed a few moments later. Miss Sue was an older woman with a shock of white hair done into a curly bowl around her head. She was quite short, a fact obvious despite her seated position behind the sewing machine. Her bright blue eyes were full of mirth and intelligence amidst piles of fabric and trays of thread. "Hello again Tracy, and this must be Marcie." She opened her arms for a hug which Mark allowed carefully. "Oh don't be shy young lady, you won't break me." He was then pressed into her generous bosom and nearly lost his balance. "So Tracy told me all about your little experiment to go without hands for a few days. How long did you go?" "Three days, the casts came off this morning." "That explains the dreadful state of your nails," Miss Sue said and Mark looked down at his hands noticing for the first time that they were the least feminine part of his whole body. "So you want to go longer?" Miss Sue asked. Mark saw an opportunity here to take a bit of control back. "Not really. I've had enough." "Oh, is that so," Miss Sue said. "Tracy I thought...." Tracy smiled at me though there was little warmth in her expression. "It started off as a game but we had some issues this morning that have forced me to extend her sentence a bit longer." Miss Sue looked back and forth between them. "Well yes ok, I won't get involved in family business but I do need a few measurements. If you would be so kind Marcie." Miss Sue held up a cloth tape measure. Mark sighed and step forward allowing her to take several measurements of her hands and arms including a pencil outline on a separate piece of paper. "There that should do it. I so look forward to this challenge, it's been a long time since I've done something so unique," Miss Sue smiled. "Thanks, do you know how long they will take?" Aunt Tracy asked. "Oh I shouldn't think long. The material is easy to work with and it's quite a simple design without the need for individual fingers like normal gloves," Miss Sue said. "Alright then, let me know. We'll leave you to it." Tracy walked out of the store and Mark followed closely more than ready to be out of public view. Mark and his aunt drove in silence until they came within sight of Tracy's house where they saw Nancy's car sitting in the driveway. "Oh no," Mark said quietly. Tracy laughed. "And I thought you liked Nancy? She likes you." Mark lowered his head and prepared himself for Nancy's presence. "She likes Marcie." Aunt Tracy smiled and stepped out of the car after pulling passed Nancy into the garage. Nancy opened her car door and stepped out still in a pair of dark pink scrubs from work. "Hey there Tracy, is that Marcie out and about?" Tracy nodded and smiled over her shoulder. "Not happy, but very cute." Mark stepped out of the car and moved toward the door to the house. Nancy gasped and grabbed his hand. "Oh my god, you are so adorable." Mark blushed furiously trying to dislodge Nancy's hand but she only stepped closer and stared into his eyes. Mark tried to back away but ran into the wall of the garage. Nancy moved closer until her breasts were pressed so firmly into his body he could feel the pressure through the padding in his bra. Suddenly fingers began to slide across the front of his panties teasing the bulging flesh and hard carapace constraining his sex. "Nancy..." Mark said but her fingers began to explore more insistently.. "Marcie, I've been thinking of you all day. I've missed you. Did you miss me?" Nancy whispered into his ear. "Nancy! Stop assaulting my niece," Tracy said and pulled Nancy backward. Mark's eyes which had been in the process of rolling toward the back of his head focused and he used the wall to catch his balance. Saying nothing he opened the door to the house and stumbled inside nearly falling on the steps. He could hear Nancy's quiet laughter. "Oh Tracy, I can't believe how amazing he looks." "He's not a toy," Tracy said without disagreeing. "I don't know, you're still keeping him under lock and key I noticed." Nancy smiled toward Tracy revealing the primary purpose of her questing fingers. Mark leaned against the counter in the kitchen trying to recover from Nancy's ministrations. She was such an intoxicating woman and the dance she had done beneath his skirt had nearly buckled his knees. How would he survive without his aunt to restrain her? Nancy followed Tracy into the house her green eyes smouldering as she watched him. "I brought dinner, just some sandwiches but I wanted to show my appreciation." "Thank you Nancy, that was very thoughtful," Tracy said. "We've had a busy day, mostly because of your mischief, so it's good of you to offer something nice in return." "Mischief? What mischief?" Nancy said. Tracy rolled her eyes. "You stole my cellphone and made a post to the neighborhood message board did you not?" Nancy smiled. "Oh yeah, forgot about that. What happened?" Tracy explained the clothing brought over by the Carterman's and Nancy dashed into the guest bedroom before she finished speaking. "Oh my god!" Nancy's voice echoed from the other side of the house. "This is awesome." Nancy returned holding a dress of silver satin with a pattern of pale pink roses scattered across the short skirts. It was a garment meant for a fancy party. "I'm kind of jealous, do they all fit?" "Doubtful," Tracy answered. "They seem to be from several different girls based on the bra sizes." Nancy nodded holding the silver dress over her scrubs. "Will you try this on Marcie?" Mark did his best to scowl at Nancy. "Oh, he's even cute when angry, good job on the makeup." Tracy huffed. "You mock me, your skills are far better." Nancy shook her head. "You did great, let's eat. I guess I'll put this back. Maybe I'll get lucky later on and get her to try it on." Mark sat down at the table and waited for the food to be passed around. He was quickly growing tired of the attention and planned to quickly head to bed just to be alone. Over the modest meal the two women split their discussion between stories of Mark's day and Nancy's time as a nurse. They worked at the same hospital and conversations soon included doctors and patients none of which could hold his interest. Mark excused himself and went to the bedroom in hopes of finding something to wear that was not a skirt. The silvery dress was left on the bed and he quickly replaced it in the closet. Having handled almost every article of clothing he knew there was little in the way of clothing he would prefer so he removed the skirt leaving the leggings and found a long tunic like shirt in a deep blue color with bell sleeves and a flared hem that covered his waist. He quickly removed the long- sleeved striped shirt and bra with its impromptu padding and pulled the tunic over his head. The neckline was lower than the striped shirt but without a bra there was nothing to hide. He then collapsed on the bed trying to figure a way out of his predicament. In what seemed like seconds his Aunt stood beside him. He must have fallen asleep since she was gripping his arm and he had no memory of her entering the room. "Hey Miss Sue is here, she wants to try out her work. I guess I've piqued her interest." Mark shook his head and stood. Aunt Tracy looked him over critically. "I guess that outfit will work but you'll need to be careful. The shirt is barely baggy enough to hide your lack of curves," She fussed with his hair and removed the dark red scarf as it no longer matched. Mark looked down at his black leggings and the longer tunic that barely covered his groin. He nodded not wanting to change and followed his aunt from the room. Miss Sue was standing in the living room talking to Nancy. Now that she was not sitting behind a sewing machine the older woman was obviously quite short and wearing a dress that did its best to blur her plump features. She was holding two limp pieces of black cloth in her hands. They were much longer then Mark expected. "Ah Marcie, nice to see you again." Mark said nothing but stared at the black material in her hands. "This is what I came up with, a double layer of soft leather. It's quite strong, but not nearly as stiff as fiberglass. Try them on." "Why so long?" Mark asked. "I thought it best to have them rise above your elbows," Miss Sue answered. Nancy and Tracy hovered closely touching the black leather tubes. "Such soft material." "Yes, should be quite comfortable for extended wear. Come on Marcie, let's check the fit." Mark pushed one hand into the black tube until his fingers were compressed into the pointed end at the bottom, he could not separate his fingers from his thumb but could slightly curl his hand despite the stiff material. The interior was soft and though tight not nearly as tight as the casts, in fact he was sure he could easily pull it off without help. A problem immediately spotted by Tracy. "How do you keep him from taking them off?" "Ah yes, let me show you," Miss Sue answered. "You see they are made of two layers, a single long tube folded over itself. I then made two reinforced holes at the wrist and elbow, you see here." The plump lady pointed to the opening two at the wrist and two at the elbow. "You can use whatever you want but I wager these will be the easiest." She opened her purse and withdrew a hand full of black plastic strips. "These are zip-ties, you thread one through the hole between the two layers of leather and tighten them down." A familiar clicking echoed through the living room. "Not too tight mind or you'll hamper her circulation." Miss Sue took another and threaded it through above the elbow. Mark sighed realizing the design would make it much more difficult to remove. Miss Sue used a pair of scissors and removed the excess plastic from the zip-ties and rotated the ring of plastic so it was barely visible. "There we go, try and pull that off." Nancy tugged on the black leather but the zip-ties were too tight to pass over the Mark's joints. During this effort Nancy noticed a loop leather at the very tip of the mitt. "What's this for?" She inserted her index finger into the loop and pulled forcing Mark's arm to follow her hand. "Oh when I doubled the material back on itself that loop of leather is how I made sure all the seams were quite secure. Also if the child gets unruly, you can secure her hands to a chair or something." Mark turned his head and stared at the older woman in shock. "What?" Nancy smiled. "That's a good thought." "Thank you, dear. Let's get the other one on and I'll show you the final feature." Mark submitted to being dressed in the other glove and found himself once again without his freedom though he did have more movement in these gloves than he did with the casts. He also thought that some effort with his teeth would break through the zip-ties used to secure the mitts. "She's pretty much stuck," Miss Sue began. "But if you need to immobilized her further just take two more zip-ties and..." Mark had enough. "Immobilized further? Why would we need that? Why would you think of that?" Miss Sue smiled kindly. "You'll admit this is a rather unique situation, and I was just pointing out the features of my design. I doubt they will be used." "Please carry on with your demonstration," Tracy said with a sharp look toward Mark. "As I was saying take two more zip-ties and thread one through this glove around the first zip-tie." Miss Sue pulled Mark's other hand behind her back. Mark tried to resist but Tracy held his arm until the older woman threaded the plastic through the zip-tie on his other wrist. With each click of the plastic his hands were drawn behind his back. "And depending on how flexible she is." Miss Sue threaded another zip- tie between the two plastic rings above his elbows and soon the clicks were forcing his elbows closer together. "Ugh, please stop," Mark said almost immediately. "I guess she's not that flexible then. No matter you see the point." Miss Sue smiled. "You're amazing," Tracy gushed. "How much do I owe you?" "Time and materials is $50," Miss Sue answered quickly. "Damn," Tracy cursed. "I was hoping to get a second or even third color." Tracy raised a finger to her lips. "Would you take service instead of money?" "What kind of service?" Miss Sue asked. "Let me show you." Tracy answered and led Miss Sue down the hall leaving a very vulnerable Mark standing with Nancy. Nancy turned slowly and smiled with a flash of green eyes that had Mark quickly backing away. Her hands soon found his waist despite his retreat. "Now I've got you right where I want you." Mark was tired and irritated. "What's wrong with you?" "Oh, now don't be that way. You know how much I like you." Nancy smiled and continued sliding her hand around his back until she was making lazy circles around his spandex covered buttocks. "You don't like me. This is not me." "Phht," Nancy spluttered. "You're a teenager, you don't know who you are," Her fingers continued their dance and Mark could not deny he enjoyed the attentions. Seconds passed and Nancy's face was beginning to flush until Tracy's voice interrupted them. "That sounds good, she'll be there." "Alright, I'll make another set in white." "Actually make the nude one first just in case things don't work out, I'd rather have flesh tone than white," Tracy said over her shoulder "Alright Tracy, it's nice to see you again. And you too Marcie," Miss Sue said. "Nice to meet you as well Nancy." Miss Sue grabbed her purse from the coffee table and left the house. Tracy spun on Nancy. "You couldn't keep your hands off him for a few minutes." Nancy smiled. "Of course not, he's so helpless and sweet." "Well Miss Sue noticed," Tracy retorted. "I doubt that one cares," Nancy added. "Watch it Nancy. Miss Sue is a dear family friend," Tracy responded. "Of course, she's obviously a dear lady but it takes a unique mind to come up with these," Nancy said gripping Mark's arms that were still trapped helplessly behind his back. Tracy scowled at her friend but offered no retort. "Well I think it's time to call it a day." Mark shook off the last vestiges of Nancy's ministrations and raised his head. "Not yet, you said I would have a chance to take this thing off," Mark pointed his head downward indicating his groin. "I did," Tracy responded. Nancy slid her fingers through her mass of red curls. "Oh come on, seriously." Tracy glared at her friend. "I did say that," She left the room briefly and returned with a small key. "I assume you want it off." "Uhh, yeah," Mark said with an obvious bit of sarcasm. "Nancy, since you put it on and I'm a bit uncomfortable interacting with... well you know. Why don't you do it?" Tracy asked Nancy pouted and grabbed Mark's arm pulling him into the guest bedroom. Without a word she pushed Mark and sent him backward onto the bed eliciting a grunt from the added pressure on his trapped arms. "Easy Nancy." "Why can't you leave it on? I'll make it worth your while," Nancy said. It had been over twenty-four hours since the device had been attached and he was not at all used to its presence, after three days he was worried something would be broken. "No, it's too uncomfortable. Besides I don't believe you." Nancy looked surprised. "Why don't you believe me?" "I'm just a kid, especially in your eyes. I don't even know what you find so..." Mark paused to search for the right word. "...intriguing about this situation." Nancy thought for a second. "I don't know exactly why, but this whole thing has kept my panties moist for the whole day." Mark shook his head at the vivid imagery. "Sorry." Nancy bit her lip and stared at him for several minutes. "Fine, but you'll regret this." Nancy quickly pulled down the black leggings along with the matching black panties and unlocked the device. With an overly aggressive tug that forced a groan from Mark's lips she removed the metal ring. "There you go." She carefully replaced his clothing and pulled on his arm to help him stand. Mark looked at her critically. Nancy noticed the look. "You've been teasing me all day and you didn't do anything once it was removed." Nancy smiled and shrugged. "It's no fun anymore." She left the room and Mark collapsed back on the bed feeling the stirrings of an erection already. He eventually stood up and walked outside where Nancy and Tracy were quietly talking over a cup of tea in the kitchen. "I'm tired, can you take these things off so I can go to bed?" Mark asked. "The gloves stay on, but I'll cut the ties holding them behind your back. See if you can change clothes without help." Tracy stood up and pulled a flimsy pink garment from a sack on the counter. "Here are your pajamas, Miss Sue repaired the broken strap." Mark looked at the camisole he had worn the day before. "That's it?" "Well I suggest you wear underwear." Tracy smiled as she clipped the zip ties allowing Mark to pull his arms around front. He examined the matte black leather which trapped his fingers beneath two layers and flexed his wrist. It moved quite a bit, at least compared to the casts but he did not have anywhere close to a full range of motion though opening doors should be possible. The tapered design of the mitts might allow him to pull down his clothing to use the restroom. Tracy slid the straps of the pink satin camisole over his black arm and he moved toward the bathroom. "Wear it, or I'll find something even cuter tomorrow night." Mark sighed and retreated toward the bathroom. Removing the leggings was possible, easy even since he was able to push them down his legs and then pull his feet out by stepping on the garment with his other foot. He would not, however, be able to put them back on. The gloves prevented any sort of grip. He was able to push the black panties down his hips to use the bathroom by forcing his hand beneath the straps and squeezing the waistband between his two hands was enough to get the garment back into place. By then his rather firm erection was barely covered by the small but exceedingly soft garment. He also managed to remove the blue tunic and don the camisole by sliding his hands inside and carefully maneuvering his arms through the narrow straps. The silky garment simply fell over his body like a flow of cool water. He had no desire to ask for help to brush his teeth while wearing the revealing garments so he quickly fled to his room and slid into bed. The satin sheets immediately made their presence known as they interacted in pleasant ways with the satin panties and camisole. His erection strained at the garment but if he did anything to alleviate the rising pressure the evidence would be obvious to anyone and there was little he could do to clean it up. Mark tried his best to remain as still as possible and think of anything other than the delicious feeling of the soft fabrics sliding against his body. Sleep barely found him. Dreams tormented him with visions of honey and oil on soft skin. * * * Nancy returned to the table after checking on Mark. "He's rigid as a board in bed. Not sure if he's asleep yet." Tracy smiled. "You shouldn't be looking at him that way. I bet he's worried about making a mess." Nancy giggled. "I was talking about his back not his dick." "What are we doing?" Tracy said. "That's my nephew." "What did his Mom think of the pictures you sent today?" Nancy asked. Tracy slid her phone toward Nancy who quickly grabbed it. She read a few lines and her face soon became puzzled. "What does that mean?" Tracy shrugged. "Beats me, but it's obvious she's not upset, far from it." Nancy read off the cellphone screen. "I have a fun idea, I'll let you know soon," Nancy returned the phone. "Where is she located?" "Europe somewhere," Tracy answered. "How is she going to do anything? What idea is this?" Tracy shrugged. "I don't know but Mark is going to have an interesting couple of days regardless." "Do tell," Nancy said and leaned forward.