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Chapter 2 My head was muzzy the next morning, the feeling you get when you've slept for too long, yet I didn't want to get out of bed, I just wanted to stay there in the comfort and security. Mum called to me, speaking at my bedroom door. "Richie, it's time to get up." I opened my eyes in time to see the door handle moving and suddenly realised that the quilt was only half covering the girl's nightie that I was still wearing, I shouted, hurrying to cover myself up at the same time. "I'm awake Mum." The door opened and she peered around it at me, I could see a flash of suspicion crossing her face. "Time to get up." I managed a sheepish grin, whilst keeping the nightie hidden beneath the quilt. "Ok Mum." I heard her go down the stairs and I lay there wondering how I could get my things back from my sister when Di marched into my bedroom. "Come on sissy, didn't you hear Mum, it's time to get up." And with that she walked over to my bed and pulled the quilt right off me as I scrabbled unsuccessfully to grab it and keep myself covered up. She gleefully looked at me in the childish nightie. "Have you been a good girl then." I blushed even more, at her words. "Show me." She paused a second, smirking. "Rachel." Her words and use of that name, cut me to the quick, but I knew exactly what she meant and it twisted my tummy in knots with the humiliation of it all. I knew that it was futile to argue with her though and reluctantly, I did as she said. Reluctantly I lifted the nightie barely two inches to show her that I was still wearing the panties. She smiled gleefully. "You'd better go and have a shower, hadn't you? I'll put your clothes out on the bed for you." "Please Di, please can I have my own clothes back, please?" I begged her hopefully "Your new boss." She gave a horrible evil grin. "Your Master," she laughed sarcastically, "He says you're to wear what you're told and I am here to see that you do, now get in the shower before I tell Mum all about you and then there will be real trouble." She had such a fierce look on her face, it scared me and I hurried out to the bathroom to avoid further confrontation. When I got back, naked, clean and still slightly damp, she was gone, but I could still hear her in her own bedroom. To my horror on the bed were a pair of white nylon panties, a girl's white stretchy viscous vest, with string straps and satin piping around the edges of the bust and a pair of white ankle socks with frilled tops. Surely to god she didn't expect me to wear these to school. I looked around hopelessly, surely somewhere I could find some of my own underwear. I was about to begin searching through my drawers when her head appeared around the door, I didn't see her but I jumped when she spoke. "Why aren't you dressed sissy, get those fucking things on before I belt you and just you wait what I'll tell Mum." She was fiercely angry. Under her angry stare I reluctantly put on the appallingly feminine underwear, each item sending me in a downward submissive spiral as she knew it would. When I was eventually wearing them she smirked once again in her obvious triumph at my defeat. "That's better, - Rachel! Now you'd better get your school uniform on and come down to breakfast before Mum comes to look for you. Or shall I look for my old school uniform for you to wear?" With those threats screaming inside me I hurriedly got my shirt and trousers from my wardrobe the mixture of fear and humiliation buzzing inside my head. I was just about to put them on when my phone text went off loudly. I looked across at it, my stomach doing summersaults, it was sitting on my bedside table. Nervously I went over to it and picked it up. I looked at it in a pit of nervous apprehension; it was from him. "Where is my picture girl?" I felt myself give a sob of embarrassing frustration, how much worse could this morning get? But I knew what he wanted, knew what I had to do and I knew the threatened consequences, it was unavoidable. The skirt and tee shirt where on the top of my chest of drawers, hurrying in near panic, I grabbed them and put them on. The mere sight and feel of them were making my head spin, but I tried my best to pull myself together and took the picture for him. I sent it, then stripped them off again as quickly as my nervy fingers could. Eventually I had my shirt on, but to my horror I could see that the vest showed plainly through the white material of my school shirt. With a growing panic I looked through my cupboard and to my relief I found a dark blue tank top. It was something I had worn years before at Mum's insistence to keep me warm, now, thank goodness, it served to cover the presence of the clinging feminine vest. Taking a quick breath, I stepped into my school trousers and pulled them up. Fastening the waist, I Looked in the mirror, I looked relatively normal, at least there didn't seem to be any signs of my sissy underwear to my eyes. I had no idea about visible panty lines which were patently obvious to a careful observer, everything seemed to be ok as far as I could see, so I got my school shoes on and headed downstairs. Downstairs Mum looked at me curiously before making comments about my tank top, but I told her that I was a bit chilly that morning. It seemed like a good excuse and she seemed to accept that. I sat and ate my cereal in silence then, not taking notice as Mum and my sister gossiped about female things. To be honest I was in my own world, thinking my own thoughts, my head full of the potential humiliations that the terrifying prospect of going to school wearing these things might bring. The day went quite quickly, however, even though the tank top made me feel overheated and uncomfortable. Perhaps the time passed quickly due to my lack of concentration, as my head was woolly, constantly buzzing with the fear of discovery of the sissy underwear that I was wearing beneath my school uniform. There were no games lessons that day, which was a blessing, as I had no idea what I would have done if that had come about. All too soon I was making my way back home again, I dragged my heels, in no hurry to be home and extremely nervous at the thought of seeing my sister again. As usual I had a letter from Mum, it was on top of the apron which was on the kitchen table. There were the usual instructions about putting the oven on and cooking various things which she had prepared ready. The last line read, and don't forget to wear your apron. I looked at it with distaste, lying as it was on the table, yet when I touched it, the silky feelings sent a foolish buzz through into my suspenseful little penis. Trying to control myself, I put it on and forced my brain to follow the cooking instructions mum had left me. It's weird how your mind can work, fuelled by those stupid sissy clothes, it fills your head with thoughts and stupid ideas. Time seems to fly by and before you know it the front door is opening and you are trying to snap out of it and pull yourself together. It was Mum not Di, thank goodness. *********************************************************************** I had had no idea about the conversation between her and my sister after I had gone to bed last night. To be honest there had been so much on my mind that I had forgotten all about what might have happened after I had gone to bed. The night before, however, after Di had made me go to bed, she had gone down to the lounge to join Mum. I had no inkling then, that a conversation had ensued between them. When Di went into the lounge, she was fully expecting to see a reaction from Mum about seeing me wearing that skirt she'd made me wear. She was delighted to see that, that was indeed the case and Mum was looking decidedly worried and perplexed. "Everything ok Ma?" Di asked. There was a long pause as Mum looked at her, then, "I don't know what to say Di." "What's the matter Ma?" Di knew totally well what was going on in Mum's head "Did you see what he was wearing Di?" "You mean that apron? I know it looks really sissyish, but he does love it, doesn't he!" She smiled winningly at Mum Mum shook her head. "No, I don't mean that Di. Didn't you see what he was wearing under it?" "What do you mean? Ma." Di feigned her innocence. "He was wearing a skirt Di, I saw and he was wearing a skirt!" Di smiled at her in a sympathetically disarming way. "Oh." She made a point of looking as if she was thinking. "Yes, I did know he was wearing a skirt Ma." She paused as if considering her words. "Well he often wears a skirt Ma, in fact he loves to wear all sorts of girl's clothes." Mum was totally dumbfounded. Her shock obvious. "Really? Oh my god Di, how long has it been going on? And you've known about this all the time? But why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't think that It was my place to say Ma, it was up to him to tell you. I didn't want to be carrying tales and when I found out, I told him to be open about it. I told him to tell you himself, but he obviously didn't." Lying came easily to Di. "I am shocked Di. Exactly how long has this been going on?" "Oh, years Mum, he loved dressing up even when he was just a kid, he used to beg me to play dressing up with him even then." "Good God and I never knew anything about it. What on earth do you think we should do?" Di looked at Mum studiously, pretending to be thinking before she answered, whilst in reality she had already planned out what she was going to say. "Well Mum, I suppose there are 4 different ways to deal with him. You could get cross and tell him off and ask him what the hell does he think he's doing. But If you did that you might cause him all sorts of mental anxieties and then we would all suffer. Or you could just ignore that he is doing it, but in that case, it would probably continue to make you worried all the time and make us all uneasy about it. Or you could condone it and support him wearing things and that would be ok, but." She looked directly at Mum. "That would still leave you feeling uneasy and to be honest it wouldn't be any fun at all, in fact you might find it really difficult and frustrating." Mum was listening to her intently. "And the fourth option Di?" Di gave a little smile. "You could try a little teasing and actually MAKE him wear girl's things. In which case he will either become very embarrassed and stop doing it, or he will continue and well, enjoy the humiliation." "I can see the sense in what you're saying love, but I don't understand, 'enjoy the humiliation!' What do you mean by that Di? And where did you get all these ideas from anyway?" Di looked at her making out she was considering what to say next. She was a very clever and scheming person. "Well Ma, to tell the truth, when I first found out about him, I was concerned too and I didn't know what to do and whether or not to tell you about him." (This was all lies, because it was she that had instigated the whole thing, force feminising me, due to her evil jealousy.) "So, I did a bit of research on line to try and find out why he was doing it and what to do about it." She was into her story now and Mum was taken in by it all, listening intently. "I found this Lady Doctor on the web who is supposed to be an expert in these things and I chatted to her about it. She told me lots of things and advised me to buy a book she had written about it. She told me to read it and that it would explain lots of things and give some advice on how to deal with him." Mum was shocked, she felt as if she had been left out of her own family's problems. She felt cross, whilst at the same time, she was concerned about what to do next. In addition, she felt a spark of interest, she was intrigued about this book and the advice Di said that it gave. "Did you get the book Di?" Di smiled to herself, she knew that she had mum hooked and that now she was going to reel her in. "Yes Ma, it's upstairs in my room. I really think you should read it." Mum nodded. "It sounds like I should love. It sounds like I should. Can you get it?" Di went up to her bedroom and returned a minute later with the book. She had carefully prepared for this and that careful persuasion of her mother was going just as she had planned. She had fantasised about demeaning and feminising her brother years ago, but as time had gone on it had faded into the background. Now, however, it was reinvigorated by this sudden opportunity, it seemed she now had a real ally and that was made very clear by the conversation with Mr Layton Phillips. "Here it is Ma." She handed the book to mum. "But don't be put off by her picture inside or some of the stories in the back. It might sound like a book about sex, but it is a real study about how to handle these types of men." She handed it to Mum. The cover was a plain brown colour with no writing on it. Mum gave it a half glance then opened the book; the picture inside immediately surprising her "Oh my God Di, what is this?" It showed a picture of a severe looking woman in black skin tight clothing sitting and showing a great deal of leg. "Like I said Mum, don't be put off by her picture, she is a real doctor. The first half of the book is a proper scientific investigation with data she has collected herself and with real results. She wrote this book as a reference guide to help women to understand and deal with these situations." Mum flicked through the pages, some of the illustrations and pictures drawing her eyes and embarrassingly making her heartbeat quicken. Di could read her reactions. "See, it's interesting isn't it Ma?" She gave a conspiratorial grin as she spoke. Mum said nothing, her eyes widening as she saw some of the coloured plates. "Bear in mind Ma and remember the men you've had in your life. There was my father, he was an abusive controlling bastard, we were both relieved when he went and then there was Richie's father, he was another gross, worthless man, I'm glad you didn't marry him. You don't want Richie to turn out like them now, do you?" Mum looked at her, thinking for a few minutes before she vigorously shook her head in agreement. "Good God no D, that would be terrible." "Then isn't it time you were in control for a change Ma?" Mum was nodding "You're right Di, I'm not having another man telling me what to do." "Read the book Ma, read what she says, take control, be the boss, make him the little girl around here, I'm sure you'll enjoy the feeling of power it will give you." She paused seeing Mum's thoughtful reaction before going on. "That's what it says in the book anyway Ma." Di shut up and left it then, she carried on watching the television, she knew that she had planted the seed and Mum was already beginning to read the first pages of the book. Mum was feeling a little embarrassed reading it in front of her daughter, however, so she put it down. This was something to be read in the privacy of her own bedroom and she did indeed take the book with her when she went to bed that night. *********************************************************************** "Hi Mum." I tried my best to smile, but my blushes were giving me away. She looked at me, sniffing. "You're wearing your apron then Richie." I nodded, my blushes deepening. She checked up on the cooking then turned to me. "You're still wearing your school uniform, you know what I've told you about changing out of it when you get home, we don't want to be constantly washing it do we?" Her voice sounded suddenly harsher. "That's why I p put the apron on Ma." I stuttered "You wear your apron anyway, so it's no excuse for not changing out of your school uniform when you get home. Is it?" She sounded a bit angry so I just nodded. "Go on then, get changed, then you can lay the table and help me finish getting supper." I was worried by the aggressive edge to her voice so I hurried upstairs, perhaps she had had a bad day in work. In my bedroom I took off the tank top, my shirt and trousers and put on a pair of loose joggers and a sweatshirt. At least these would still keep the girlish underwear I'd been forced to wear that day, hidden. Then I put the embarrassing apron back on before rushing back down to the kitchen where I started to lay the table. Mum stopped me dead in my tracks. "Why are you wearing those filthy things, where is the skirt and top that you were wearing last night." I froze, my face turning bright red, the heat in my cheeks burning brightly. Mum sounded suddenly quiet, though her voice was sharp. "I think you'd better go and put them on, don't you?" I dragged my eyes up to her face, feeling horribly embarrassed and pleaded softly. "Please Mum." "You heard me; don't you dare disobey me. Now get going and do as you're told, supper won't wait all night, so quick about it." Stifling an embarrassed sob, I ran back up to my bedroom, a buzz of humiliation running through me. So, she had seen me last night and now she was behaving like this to me, it was bad enough with Di treating me like that without Mum doing it now too. With a fearful reluctance I changed into the skirt and the stupid little girl top again, then with the apron on once more and with feet of lead, the humiliation eating into my very soul, I dragged myself back to the kitchen. When I arrived, she looked me over, making me do a twirl for her, the whole thing enforcing the terrible humiliation that was consuming me. "That's more like it, your sister has been telling me all about your dirty little fairy foibles, so let's get things out in the open from now on. As you want to be a girl, then you can behave and dress like one in the future, now get the table on and help me get supper before your sister comes back home from work." I was shocked by her words, the mention of my sister causing a tight twist in my tummy. There was an assertive finality in her voice that didn't leave any opening for argument or denial and all I could do was submissively do as I was told, albeit in pained embarrassment. The first thing that Di saw when she came in was my back, my skirt obvious to her eye. She glanced at Mum and they exchanged glances, a smile on both of their faces, Di giving Mum a quiet 'thumbs up'. It was all too painful to recall the humiliation I went through at supper, my mother seemed to be led by my sister, both of them almost treating me like a little girl. After we had eaten and I had done my daily washing up chore, I was more than glad to make my eventual escape to my bedroom. It didn't end there however, seconds after closing my bedroom door I received the not unexpected text from him. "Look at your emails and do your practice." The sentence was confusing and short, no greeting or nicety. I replied, I'm not sure why, I suppose it is because I had been brought up to be always courteous. "Yes Sir." The reply came immediately. "It's yes Master to you, that is another spanking you've earned girl. Where is your picture? Why haven't you sent it to me? Take it immediately and send it to me now." The words sent a shiver down my spine and yet, confusingly, my little penis stupidly tingled as I read it. I was trembling as I took the picture of myself in the mirror and with growing nerves, I sent it to him before switching on my laptop. His email was at the top of my inbox and I opened it in nervous apprehension. "I've attached the video training you with your makeup, your sister should have left some there for you to practice with. First do your nails, take a picture of them when you've done them neatly and send it to me. When you've done that, watch the video and do as it instructs you, take a picture before you start and after you finish putting your makeup on. send the pictures to me. Remove the makeup and repeat putting it on, taking pictures again as you do, repeat it over again for the next hour, I will expect at least 3 pairs of photographs and I will expect to see an improvement each time you do it. At the end of the hour wait for my text." I felt caught, trapped, all because of my own stupidity. That one idiotic action had led me in a hugely embarrassing downward spiral. The man had pushed my foolishness so that he had a hold over me and his actions were nothing but pure blackmail. He had threatened to tell the whole world about my silly silly actions and now I knew that I couldn't escape his hold over me. Worse still, it seemed he had formed some sort of alliance with my evil, bitching jealous sister. I could have wept, I was quivering with an emotional hell, yet for some unfathomable reason my little penis was tingling, as it had been all day, my wet head buzzing obtusely in my panties. I looked around and sure enough there was a makeup bag left on the desk behind my laptop. Trembling, I opened it and nervously took out the various items. Nail varnish, lipstick, foundation, blusher, mascara, eyeshadow, brushes, cotton wool and makeup remover. With a gnawing feeling of submissive sissyness I began, the sight of my nails painted a soft pink colour confusingly, making my penis buzz even more as I did it. To my surprise the hour went quickly. I watched the video feeling a weird mixture of embarrassment and stupid mindless submissiveness. I did just manage to do the process three times and I let out a deep breath when I finished. Thank god to get that over and finished with, I thought, as I sent the last picture to him and prepared to wipe it all off my face for the last time. "Go and say good night to your mother and sister, then return here and clean your face before you go to bed. I want a picture of you in your nightie before you go to bed." I looked at his words in horror, I was in enough trouble with Mum without her seeing me with makeup on. I was about to ignore his words and wipe the makeup off before I went to say goodnight when my text went once more, it was him again. "Just in case you have any ideas of disobedience, I've sent a text to your sister asking her to confirm that you have done as you are told girl, I want her to tell me she has seen your makeup." I could have died, but I knew that I had to do as he said. Quivering in fearful humiliation, I decided to put on my dressing gown over the dam skirt and top to at least minimise my appearance and went down to the hallway in growing reluctance. When I got there, I peeped around the lounge door, they were both watching some inane program on the television. "Good night, I'm going to go to bed now." Even as I said it I realised that this made my bedtime much earlier than normal and that only served to increase the feeling of humiliation that was gripping me. They turned to look at me, together. Di with a big smirk on her face. "Oh, ok." Mum glanced at her watch as she spoke before doing a double take and swiftly looking back at me in what I can only describe as shocked surprise. "Are you wearing makeup?" her voice was sharp. I really thought I'd die; I was hoping, praying, that she wouldn't notice and that I could make a run for it before she realised there was anything wrong. For a moment then I was speechless, but I could see her staring at me waiting for an answer. "I,I, umm I was only messing about mum." I finally managed to babble, my face feeling as if it was on fire. "Oh my god Richie, you're turning into a, a complete bloody sissy. What is it? Do you want to be a girl is that it?" I couldn't speak, my mouth opening and shutting in the sheer embarrassment of her words. Di's grin wider than ever, an evil look of triumph in her face. "Well if you want to be a stupid little sissy, then I'll make dam sure you are a stupid little sissy and stop standing there with your head poked around the door, what else are you hiding?" I went into the lounge, I was literally trembling all over and I thought I was going to cry. "Why are you wearing your dressing gown, what have you got on under it? Take it off now and let's see what sort of a sissy you really are." In a terrified reluctance, I was hardly able to take any more of her humiliating, yet I did as she said and took my dressing gown off. "Hmph look at this little girl Di. I don't think you have a brother anymore do you?" "No Ma, she looks just like a little girl and look she has even done her nails too Ma." "Oh my god, I can't believe it. Look at you. I think I've lost my son completely." I gave a sob, my eyes feeling wet. "Noo mum." I started to whimper. "Look at her crying like a little baby Di. I think we've lost Richie and got ourselves a baby girl instead." Her face was red, yet she didn't seem angry, I just couldn't read her mood, it confused me and for some mad unfathomable reason, as she ridiculed me, my penis began to tingle in my panties. "What's her name Di? What's our baby girl's name?" Mum was looking at me scornfully even as she spoke to my sister. "She's called Rachel Ma, that's what she calls herself. Don't you baby?" Blushes don't describe the depth of humiliation I was falling into, yet the submissive sissy feeling was throbbing through me, turning my head and confusing me completely. "Rachel hmph! Well I suppose it is as good as anything. Di, go up to my bedroom, there is a box of things by the side of my far wardrobe. They are the things which we discussed this morning. I got them today, but I had hoped that you were wrong and that it wouldn't come to this." She looked across at my sister. Di got up out of her seat, the smile on her face unmovable. "Yes Ma." "Rachel is pretty small for her age, they should fit her, I am sure they will. There is a perfect little nightie that I am sure you will agree will suit this baby girl, see what you think?" Di was gone in seconds, leaving me in a mental mess in front of mum. "You want to be a fucking baby girl, then I'll make dam sure you are a fucking baby girl, Rachel, you little fucking sissy. You're going to be working for this man this weekend too, I think that he has probably seen through you, I bet he has. He has seen what a sissy you are, hasn't he? Perhaps that's why he's got you working in his house. What are you going to be eh, a, a maid is that it, you sissy?" I just stood there wordlessly trembling under her tirade. "Huh, get out of my sight you bloody little sissy, go up to your sister, hopefully she'll have found something suitable for a sissy baby like you to wear to bed. There are going to be changes around here so you had better get used to it and do as she tells you, or I'll go and see Mr Layton Phillips myself and tell him everything about you." I scuttled off, thankful to be out of her sight and away from her caustic words yet I was completely confused by my feelings inside. I rushed up to my bedroom, Di was in there, on her knees going through a box of clothing which was on the floor in the middle of the room. "Take off your makeup and then strip Rachel." Her eyes were glittering as she spoke, it reminded me of the way she had been years before when she had bullied me into dressing up for her and now, I felt that old submissive fear once again possessing me. Afraid of what she might do I hastily used the cotton wool and makeup remover on my face. I suppose you could say that for some reason which had worried me and I had no idea about, I was late coming to puberty. I hadn't yet started to grow facial hair, yet even so, it was hard work cleaning the make-up from my face. No matter how hard I tried it seemed that the red blush just wouldn't go from my cheeks. In the end I gave up when I realised that she was sitting on the bed on her mobile phone, waiting, she glanced up at me. "You finished?" I nodded nervously. "Pretty." She smirked as she looked at me. "Come on strip then, hurry up, or Mum will come up here and she will sort you out." I undressed as quickly as I could, nervous and embarrassed to be doing this in front of her, though she had seen me naked many times. It didn't take long, my clothes in a pile on the desk and me standing there my hands covering my privates in a vain hope for some dignity. She was grinning broadly again and without taking her eyes off me she lifted something off the bed and threw it at me. "Put it on baby girl." She sounded so mean, vindictive even, if it hadn't been for the tingling feeling, tickling my little penis, I would have hated her. I caught it and shook it out, my face burning as I saw and understood what it was. It did indeed look like a baby's nightie. It was a pretty pink, made of satin with lace hems and satin ribbons and bows at the bust and waist. Worse still it was tiny, surely it wouldn't fit me, surely. "Put it on fag." She hissed. Whimpering I pulled it over my head and wriggled into it. Curiously It did fit in a way, but to my horror it only came down to my hips, leaving my bum and my little penis clearly visible beneath it. "Noo please Di, I whimpered, trying to cover myself with my hands again. "Here put this on too baby." She laughed as she threw something else at me. I dropped it in my embarrassment and bent to pick it up off the floor. It was made from exactly the same materials, only there appeared to be far more lace ruffles. It took me a second to realise that it was a pair of baby pants. I held it with disdain and pained horror. "B, But Di, please, please, I I cant." "Put it on now fag or I'll scream for mum." And she opened her mouth to scream. Sobbing, I stepped into the horrendously girly baby pants, they weren't as tight as I thought they would be, it all confused me, how could these have been clothes for a baby, they should never have been able to fit me. That confusion wasn't to be solved for a while though. Eventually I was dressed and I felt like nothing I had ever felt before. Total humiliation lacked the complete depth of despairing embarrassment that gripped me now. "Your Master is expecting your picture before bed baby girl, so you'd better take it for him hadn't you baby." I was actually crying as I looked at myself in the mirror, I did indeed look exactly as if I was dressed like a baby girl and I was in too much of a state to take the picture. She snatched it from me. "Here give it to me, it looks like baby girls can't use mobile phones." She had a hungry evil grin on her face. In the end she took my phone from me and took my picture with it, sending t to him as I watched in horror. "Ma, Ma, she's ready for bed." Di was shouting before I could move, before I could beg her not to or run and hide under the bed clothes. Mum must have been waiting as she was in my bedroom in seconds. She looked at me and I was sure that she had stifled a laugh. "Yes that suits her exactly Di and it fits perfectly doesn't it?" "Perfectly Ma." I just stood there feeling horribly stupid. "Get into bed then baby girl, it's beddy-bye for baby girls." I looked at her beseechingly. "GET INTO BED, or do I have to spank baby for being naughty?" I got into bed quickly then, just wanting this whole episode to end. She tucked me in as Di watched from the door. "If I hear a squeak out of you baby girl, then tomorrow I'll get a dummy to shut you up, understand?" Her voice was a hiss in my ear. "I'll check with Di, to see if she hears you too." She paused looking at me, her face inches from my face. "Remember, you've brought this on yourself, it's you that is behaving like a sissy girl, you wanted this, so now that's what you're going to get, understand?" I gave a frightened little nod, my face on fire. "Night, night baby." She kissed me on my forehead, her touch and her words making me whimper softly in my never-ending confused humiliation. The light went out and the bedroom door closed, leaving me in silent contemplation as I worriedly searched for someone to blame, though there was no one only myself. My brain was in overdrive as I tried to search for an answer, an escape, a way out from this harrowing predicament. ********************************************************************** My head got so full and yet, I found my fingers slipping inside those hateful, horrible, horrible, humiliating, embarrassing, beautiful, beautiful, oh so, so, sexy baby pants. My little penis was buzzing and begging for my touch and I couldn't stop myself as I tickled its wet begging head with my fingers. I had no idea that I was wriggling so much as I tickled, no idea of the little moans that escaped my lips and that were heard in the next room as I quivered there in a pre-climactic delirium. I came close, so close, but always in the background was the fear of being heard, being caught or, god forbid, soiling those delicious panties. In the end I slept, through exhaustion probably, but sleep I did. It was Friday, the last day at school before the weekend and the Summer holidays. Mum walked into my bedroom, she didn't bother to knock. "Time to get up Rachel, come down for your breakfast like that, it's on the table, you can shower and change after you've had your breakfast. Now come along, hurry up before it gets cold." She stood there then watching and waiting for me. The embarrassment was immediate, my face permanently glowing, how can you be nonchalant when you are dressed more or less like a baby girl. I hurried down to the kitchen, the sooner I got this over and done with the sooner I could go and get dressed properly. Mum stayed up in my bedroom, watching me as I left, she seemed to have caught Di's horrible smirk and I was glad she hadn't followed me. Di was in the kitchen, however, she pointed to my chair. "Sit down and eat your breakfast baby girl." I didn't look at her, I just looked at the table. In front of my chair was a child's dish, it had been in the back of the cupboard for years, it was white with pink and yellow teddy bears on it. Beside it was a baby spoon, again I'd seen it in the cutlery drawer many times, Mum never threw anything out. I looked at her enquiringly. "What's this Di?" I managed to squeak. She took a small jar of babyfood from the microwave and proceeded to empty it into the bowl. "What's it look like baby? It's your breakfast, this is what little girls eat for breakfast. Mum bought it specially for you, so you'd better eat it. You've upset her enough as it is you little bitch, now fucking eat it." The vehemence in her voice could be cut with a knife. I couldn't stomach a confrontation with her so I sat down and picked up the small weird shaped spoon and looked at the anaemic looking slimy pulp filling half the bowl. Taking a deep breath, I began to eat. It was just warm and slimily tasteless, though I sensed there was a slight background saltiness to it. The most difficult thing was its consistency, it didn't want to stay on the spoon and when I finally got some in my mouth it clung to my lips and tongue as I tried to swallow it. I say swallowing it, each spoonful that I succeeded in getting in my mouth seemed to slide down my throat in a slimy mucus fashion. It made me want to retch, but Di was watching me closely. She could see I was struggling to get each spoonful towards my mouth and as if she had prepared for the eventuality, she was suddenly tying a little baby bib around my neck. It happened so fast I was totally unprepared and not quick enough to try to stop her. She interrupted my protest before I had a chance to say it. "Mummy won't be happy if baby girl dirties her new nightie, will she?" She pinched the top of my leg as she spoke. "Will she baby?" "Oww, n no Di." I felt like such a whimp, she was demeaning me more and more each day. I struggled on silently, with the horrid gloop, I was hungry and afraid of the repercussions of not eating it. I would just have to play along with their stupid game until they got bored, yet deep down in the pit of my stomach that mixture of impending doom and erotic arousal was still flirting with my brain. Mum arrived in the kitchen a scornful smile on her face. "Has she had her juice?" "No Ma, I'm sorry I forgot." "That's ok love I'll give it to her, you go and get yourself ready for work." Mum must have been searching for things in the cupboard, I hadn't seen the baby cup for years, I thought it would have been thrown out, but there it was. It was pink with two handles and a pink lid with a spout. She filled it with some juice which she poured from a brown bottle, then placed the lid on it and put it in front of me. "Drink your juice and when you've finished, Rachel, you can go and get washed and dressed. I've put your clean undies out for you." She looked at her watch. "You'd better hurry up or you'll be late for school and we don't want that do we?" I hurriedly drank the tepid chemical tasting juice and went to get up. "Let me take your bib off first baby girl." I could have screamed, the humiliation was never ending, I didn't think I could take much more of it. I stood up then and went to leave the table, Mum's pat on my bum was a teasing touch that made me jump and made her giggle. "Hurry up now baby." I rushed, stripped off the all embarrassing baby clothes and quickly showered then I brought the nightie and pants back into my bedroom with me and for some reason put them on my pillow. She had left underwear on my bed, a vest, a pair of panties and a pair of socks. To my horror she had continued with the baby theme. The vest was light pink with pictures of fairies all over the front, the straps were again thin and the whole thing was trimmed with a pink satin around all the hems. The panties were matching and again had fairies all over them, whilst the socks were similar to the previous day's except, they were a matching pink. I dressed nervily and was about to put my shirt on, when my text went off, once again making me jump. Not wanting to, yet knowing that I must, I reluctantly looked at my phone. It was from him again of course. "Thank you for your beautiful picture last night, you make a delightful baby girl, I am glad your mother and sister are encouraging you. But where is my picture this morning? Must I remind you that every time I have to ask you for it, you will be spanked again and so far, it makes 3 spankings!" With a bright red face again and seeing the clock on my bedside table telling me I had little time left, I rushed to put on the skirt and top again. I took the picture and sent it, before quickly changing into my school things again and once again I was grateful for the tank-top to hide my oh so sissy vest. It was only when I got to school and glanced at my hands as I opened my locker that I realised that I was still wearing nail varnish, it sent me into a crazy spiral of burning embarrassment. I didn't know what to do with myself or with my hands for that matter. I spent most of the day with my hands in fists, but even then, I couldn't help but notice a gang of the girls pointedly giggling at me. Apart from having to try and deal with that and praying that they wouldn't tell the boys in my year, no one was interested in much, they were all just looking forward to the summer holidays. There was a games afternoon, but I excused myself by saying that I didn't have my kit. For a harrowing moment I thought that I would be made to do sport in my underwear, but as it was the end of term, my teacher didn't bother pursuing the matter, thank goodness. A minor heart attack avoided. School finished early and I was looking forward to getting home and finding my own underwear before Di got back. That wasn't to be, however. Di was already home and waiting for me. "Get that stupid tank-top off sissy." "Please Di, please." I began She raised her hand as if to strike me, "I said get it off bitch." As always, I backed down and took it off, the pink vest obviously showing through my white shirt. "Come on sissy, we're going out." She grabbed my arm and though I struggled and protested I soon found myself in the street with people looking at our struggle. "You're just like a baby having a tantrum aren't you sissy?" she spat. Her words struck fear into me and I immediately realised that I was being looked at. It dawned on me that if I was quiet, then no one would notice me. So, I meekly allowed her to hold my hand and I walked with her. I had no idea where we were going, we went into a side street and followed it along until she opened a door and led me into a poky corridor. She pushed me in front of her then and we went through a door at the end into a sort of small salon. I froze then, there was a man there, he was dressed in brightly coloured rather effeminate clothes and it seemed as if he was waiting for us. "Hi, Di." He was smiling at her as she thrust me forward "Hello Paul, sorry we are late." "That's no problem love, I'm quite happy to wait for you." "Thanks Paul, this is my sissy sister Rachel." "Pleased to meet you Rachel, he smiled at me, now sit-down sweetheart and we can start." I looked at Di apprehensively. "Fucking behave and be grateful you little bitch or there will be trouble." "Will he be ok love?" Paul looked at me sceptically. She looked at him knowingly "Perhaps we could, I think we should." He smiled brightly, "Ok you can help me." He looked at me again," Sit down here sweetheart." Before I knew it, I was sat in a type of hairdresser's chair and suddenly I found that both he and Di were fastening Velcro straps around my wrists. "Hey, stop, what are you doing," I tried to pull free but I was too late they were both tightening my wrists solidly in place. "There, there relax now sweetheart, just you relax, it won't hurt a bit." "And if you don't shut up, I'll clout you, you little bitch, now behave." Di hissed in my ear and Paul giggled. In seconds the chair was leaned back and he was brushing my hair. "Just tidying it up a bit sweetheart, it looks a bit of a mess." It was futile to struggle and if it was just a little trim of my hair! I suddenly felt very stupid. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "That's ok sweetheart, now just relax." It did concern me, him calling me sweetheart like that, but perhaps that was just his way and slowly I closed my eyes relaxing, letting him wash my hair then snip a tiny fragment from here and there, brushing it as he did so. I came too when I felt a sharp pain in my eyebrows to suddenly realise that he was plucking them. My eyes shot open and I tried to jump up shouting in protest, if I hadn't been secured to the chair "Shhh, we can't have all unruly eyebrows, now can we? I tried to reply, to tell him to stop, but he was continuing with his plucking and all I could do was gasp, wriggle and whimper. I was glad when he finally stopped, though it was stinging and I was truly terrified about what he must have made me look like. He spoke to Di then quietly in the corner and I could see her nodding and smirking as he came back over to me. He had something that looked like two little plastic boxes in his hands and he placed them on the worksurface behind me, taking some time to fiddle with them. "Relax sweetheart." His smile was beatific and stupidly I trusted him and closed my eyes again. He seemed to be washing my ears with something and it felt quite cold. I had no idea what he was doing until I suddenly I felt a painful sting in my ears the crunching sound loud and disconcerting. "Oww, stop, what are you doing." I squeaked. In seconds Di was beside me holding my head still, in a vice like lock whilst he continued non plussed, as if he had expected my reaction. He pierced my ears twice in each ear and each time it hurt like hell, but I couldn't shout out or scream as Di's arm was under my chin holding my head back tightly against the headrest of the salon seat. He took his time with, what I assume was putting ear rings in my ears and I felt the oddest confusing mixture of submissive sissyness and dread horror at what they had done to me. They both stood back then, looking at me, Di taking a picture with her phone which sent a surge of horror through me. They had unpleasant looking smirks on their faces, Di obviously trying to supress a giggle. She turned to him, her smile, one shared with him alone, it was obvious there was some electricity between them and to my surprise she kissed him, there in front of me. It was a long and passionate kiss, that I found both embarrassing and yet a little arousing. Their clinch seemed to go on for minutes, their tongues entwining until finally they parted. Smiling at each other they both undid the straps holding my wrists, working as a team until I was finally pulled unceremoniously to my feet. I had no chance to look in a mirror, Di seemed in a sudden hurry and rushed me out of the door. "Come on, Rachel, time to get home before mum is back." She said the name said with a caustic sarcasm further enforcing the humiliation she knew she was deepening inside me. The journey back was swift, in part because I didn't want to be seen out, but also because she was in a hurry to obviously humiliate me more in front of my mother. Arriving in our house, I was rushed upstairs to change. To my torment Di had already laid clothes out on my bed for me. Seeing them I stepped back, but she appeared silently behind me. "Get changed fag, or do I have to post your pretty pictures on your facebook." I quivered, blushing. "You, you w wouldn't Di." I whimpered. "Try me fag, I've got all your passwords, you stupidly wrote them down by your computer, now, one wrong move by you and everyone will see what you are." I could tell that she was in deadly earnest, I knew that she would post the pictures just to spite me, so I slowly started to strip my school clothes off. "Get a fuckin move on fag, we haven't got all day, I want you changed and in the kitchen before mum comes home so quick about it." I hurried then, taking my things off as fast as I could until I once again stood there completely naked in front of her. Smirking she almost swaggered across to the bed and picked up the first thing. It was the ruffled baby pants, knickers, again; she threw them at me. "Get them on." I stepped into them and pulled them up, the immediate submissive sissyness washing over me as I did so and too my abject embarrassment my little penis began to throb and stiffen within them. She noticed and laughed loudly. "You love them, haha, don't you? You little baby." My face burnt like fire, I tried to ignore her words and she snorted aggressively before throwing a small bright pink satin petticoat at me. I know I am small for my age, but these were baby clothes, how could they possibly fit me? Yet fit they did and I was totally confused about being able to fit into them. I had no idea that they had been specially bought for me from a specialist supplier. Gradually I dressed before her, the pink frilly knickers, the satin petticoat which came to my hips and didn't cover the knickers at all and then to my complete horror she passed me the most flamboyant miniscule little girl's party dress I'd ever seen. It was covered in ribbons and bows and screamed sissy. The dress was as bad as the petticoat, both of them revealing rather than covering my knickers. The white socks weren't really socks, they were very thin and thigh high, an elasticated top to them embroidered with little pink flowers. They gripped my thighs tightly leaving a gap of several inches of bare flesh to the elasticated hem of the legs of my knickers. If things weren't bad enough and I'll be honest my brain had turned to mush, whilst the humiliation was burning through me, my silly silly little penis was buzzing and throbbing idiotically. The sandals she threw at me, were a light pink and the sort of thing you would see a six-year-old wearing. It was all a nightmare, yet I was feeling massively submissive and totally sissyish. "There, baby girl, now you can look at yourself in the mirror." She pushed me across the room and for the first time I stood in front of the mirror hardly daring to look at myself. I almost fainted at the sight, my hair had been styled into a wavy childishly girly style, my eyebrows thinned into faint arches and my cheeks looking stupidly pink. In my ears were two earrings each side, one above the other. The top one was a little silver teddy bear whilst the bottom was a tiny silver hoop. It was me, recognizable as me, but me made up to look like a little girl. I could have screamed and then looking at the very childish almost baby, girl's clothes I was wearing just made matters even worse. I turned back to her totally distraught, about to tell her I couldn't do this anymore, I couldn't, I didn't want this, it was wrong. The flash from her phone camera caught me fully as I turned causing me to let out a little scream of shear horror. "Noo, noo oh god noo, please please Di, noo, please, I I can't do this, I can't I can't." I couldn't control myself and I burst into tears, they were running down over my rosy cheeks as I begged her. She wasn't taking any notice of me though, she was smiling to herself as she tapped away on her phone. I knew instinctively that she was sending the photo off somewhere, god knows where. The thought of what she was probably doing and the sight of her ignoring me as she did it, terrorising me even more. Yet I just stood there whimpering and sobbing until she eventually looked up at me. "Gotcha, you little bitch, I've fucking gotcha now, you're mine, I own you and you'll never escape me now you little sissy." She looked at me, a defiant, threatening look on her face. "I've just posted your picture to my Instagram site. So you'd better behave and do exactly as your told sissy or I'll take the secrecy off it and publish it to the world and everybody will believe that you are a big sissy baby." She laughed horribly, the evil jealousy she had harboured for years, spilling out. "Now put on your apron, baby." She threw an overgrown pink satin bib at me. "And get down to the fuckin kitchen" Sobbing, I slipped the satin bib over my head and turned sobbing to go through the bedroom door. Before I could move, she stopped me, grabbing the silky ties dangling from the middle of the apron. She grunted aggressively as she tied them in a bow behind me, in so doing, tightening the bib apron around my waist before she shoved me out of the door, prodding me onwards down the stairs to the kitchen. "Sit there sissy." She pointed at the same chair that I had sat in that morning and I sat, miserably. No sooner had I sat down than I heard the front door and I shrank in anticipation of the impending humiliation that I knew was to come. Mum came in and looked at me in scornful disgust before turning to Di. "Hia love, how's the," she paused gesticulating in my direction, "baby, been? Any trouble love?" "Hia Ma, she had a little bit of a tantrum earlier, but I think she's really enjoying every minute of it." Mum snorted in displeasure, muttering something under her breath as she glanced across at me. Then she chuckled as she turned back to Di again. "Doesn't she make a lovely little baby girl?" Di grinned at her as if they were sharing some sort of a joke. Mum changed the subject then, "As we're going out this evening, I thought, as a bit of a treat, I've got us a takeaway." And she put a Chinese takeaway bag on the table. Going out? I stiffened, oh god surely, she couldn't do that to me, she wouldn't, she wouldn't, surely she wouldn't. "Ooo, that sounds gorgeous, I'll get the plates Ma." Di replied to her. "You sort out the things for us, while I heat up some things for baby Rachel there." They smiled broadly at each other and I felt terribly left out of it. Without much more ado, we were all quickly sat at the table, Mum and Di, sharing an aromatic, tasty looking Chinese meal that made my mouth water. Whilst the little baby dish sat in front of me, half full of spaghetti shapes in tomato sauce, together with little tiny sausages, the twisted spoon beside it. They treated me as a child, virtually ignoring me throughout the meal. Each time I tried to say something they told me to keep quiet and embarrassingly they cajoled me for not eating properly, as I battled distastefully with the twisted spoon. Meanwhile Di and Mum chatted animatedly together and it soon became apparent, listening to them, that they were going out to some nightclub or other together that night. After supper, Mum went upstairs for a shower, whilst I was told to help my sister clean and tidy up. I did so silently, morose and yet I had a little hope to have a chance to get myself back to normal again when they had gone and I was finally alone. When we had finished and the kitchen was tidy, Di put her hands on her hips, aggressively looking at me. "It's time for baby girls to go to bed, so get up to your bedroom and start to get ready." I skittered off, only too glad to be out of her sight and the hope growing for a return to some normality when they'd gone. In my bedroom, I discovered that Mum had put the stupid childish nightie and knickers on my bed ready for me. Seeing them made me tingle stupidly, but I shook myself, telling myself to stop being so silly and I pulled open the second drawer of my chest of drawers, where all my pyjamas were kept. I was intent on getting myself free of this nightmare, escaping from my sister, a plan, a hope, to tell my mother the truth, explain how my sister had evilly done this to me. The drawer contained some brightly coloured shiny satin clothing, I gasped in horror at the sight, then nervously, half afraid to touch them I gently looked under them in case my things were beneath them, they weren't. In growing horror, fear and frustration, I quickly went through all my drawers, but it seemed that all my clothing was gone, the drawers were either empty, full of ludicrous things or full of my sisters long grown out of cast offs. Mother's voice at my bedroom door made me jump, she was standing there in her dressing gown. "Why aren't you dressed ready for bed, Rachel?" Her voice was harsh and aggressive, her words almost spat. I looked at her nervously pleading. She took no notice. "Your clothes are on your bed, now get into them and quick about it, I want you ready for bed when I come back in five minutes." I watched her go feeling frustrated, the clock on my bedside table said seven thirty. My goodness, surely, they wouldn't make me go to bed at this time. I struggled with the tie behind my back, of the apron bib and finally got it undone, then in a mixture of feelings I stripped. In one way I was glad to take the ludicrously babyish clothes off, but in another I was dreading putting on the nightie and those dreaded, soul destroying knickers. I was at the bed, naked and reluctantly looking at the things she had told me to wear when she appeared at the door once again. She was in her underwear, a black bra, matching panties, deep suspenders and black stockings, barely hidden by her teasingly thin petticoat. I gulped when I saw her, I had always thought that she looked sexy, often dreamed naughty dreams about her and my little penis twitched at the sight of her now. "Why aren't you dressed and in bed, Rachel? Snap to it, sissy girl, get a move on." She came into the room, her face bitter, a flicker of anger as she looked at me. Hurriedly I grabbed the knickers and pulling them on, I was lost. The nightie following in dreamlike speed and suddenly I found myself sitting in bed, the quilt around me. "Hmph, that's more like it, perhaps calling you sissy baby makes you jump to it." Di suddenly appeared in the room beside Mum, she was laughing as she looked at me. "I've made up her bottle like you said Ma." My eyes opened wide as I saw the baby bottle in her hand. "Give it to her, make sure she drinks it all, I'll just get myself finished and I'll take over." The bitter humiliation that I felt being forced to drink milk from that bottle as Di took pictures of me was destroying me, yet I knew that I had to drink it all, her threats very real each time I paused. I'm not sure how long it took me, but I had barely finished, feeling nauseous and burping gently to myself when Mum returned. She was carrying a larger carrier bag with her. "Go and get yourself sorted now Di, I'll finish off here." Di smiled at Mum leaving me looking at Mum in embarrassed pain. Mum dipped into the bag and to my horror pulled out a child's potty, it was pink with little flowers around it. "I will be locking the door to your bedroom when we go so if you need to pee, you will have to use this. After all its just like any baby girl would have to use, isn't it?" I just sat there saying nothing, I was suddenly feeling weirdly sleepy. "Now hold out your hands." I hesitated, looking at her. "You've brought this on yourself, Rachel, it's what you wanted, well now I'm going to see that you have it, whether you like it or not. Now your hands." I nervously held my hands out to her and slowly and deliberately she took out a pair of silky covered mittens which she slipped onto one hand at a time, tying them in place around my wrists. The tightness around my fingers, the heavy padding and the steel stiffeners all worked to incapacitate my hands. "You should still be able to push your knickers down and pull them back up if you need to pee." I should have stopped her, said no, pulled my hands away, but instead I just blinked at her, a deep tiredness washing over me. "Yes, you're feeling sleepy sissy baby because one of my sleeping pills was crushed up in your bottle, after all we don't want you making a fuss when we are out, do we?" I just looked at her, I was struggling to keep my eyes open. "Now, just to make sure you're a comfy baby, I've got you a lovely present." I didn't trigger what it was she was showing me at first, then a realisation gradually grew in my soggy brain. It was a dummy, but it wasn't a baby sized dummy it was a bigger version, adult sized. Dangling from it were several straps, they were pink, quite thin, yet padded. I tried to shy away as she brought it towards me, but a weakness was seeping into me and my body refused to do what my brain was telling it. Before I knew it, she'd prized my lips apart and the dummy was in my mouth, the straps buckled behind my head holding it in place between my lips resting on my tongue, immovable in my mouth, effectively suppressing my attempts to speak. I noticed Di then, out of the corner of my eye, her arms were full of cuddly toys and she was grinning widely. Mum glanced at her and they grinned at each other. "Better give her one to cuddle and leave the others so she can see them, they can keep her company when we're out." In moments, it all happened so quickly, I found myself lying down in bed, cuddling a golly, with the quilt tucked in tightly around me. On my chair across the room sat a big teddy bear and on the floor beside the potty lay a huge cuddly dog. The bedroom light was out, but a glowing fairy themed nightlight sat on my desk madly lighting up everything I would have preferred not to see. It didn't keep me awake though, the last thing I remembered was thinking, how could Mum do this to me, why, why. But I couldn't keep my eyes open regardless of the dam teasing fairy light. I am not sure what woke me, voices perhaps. The sounds seeping into my brain, I didn't feel like opening my eyes, I just lay there listening, more and more aware of the sounds. A door must have opened downstairs the sounds suddenly louder, someone was coming up the stairs, they were heavy noisy footsteps. I froze, holding my breath in horrified expectancy, but I heard the bathroom door opening, then the noise of a man loudly urinating. I felt myself shudder in disgust at the sound, waiting him to finish and to go away. He plonked back down the stairs and I heard music and laughter with the clink of glasses as he went back into the lounge. The sounds became muffled but obvious, going on for what seemed like ages as I half dosed, until I heard footsteps on the stairs once again. They sounded different this time though and I froze fearfully as I listened. It sounded as if there were two sets of footsteps, there were spoken words too, muffled voices as they got to the landing. I could hear the distinct sound of my mother's voice, but I could hear a man's voice too. I prayed they weren't going to come into my bedroom, but no, they passed my door and I heard them go into Mum's bedroom next to mine. Why were they going there? I could hear Mum louder now, she was giggling, then came the man's voice a soft deep rumble. I listened intently, what was going on, what were they doing? I held my breath, shutting out the sounds from downstairs, listening quietly, focusing on the noises inches away through my bedroom wall. What were they planning? Then I heard it, what was that? Were they kissing? I was sure of it, his voice, but a murmur, the sounds of kissing interspersed with Mum's soft noises. Who was this man? It wasn't my sister's father he had long gone and my own father, he'd never come back. I was confused, troubled and my situation only furthered my worry and discomfort. I turned to face the wall beside my bed, what was happening? They were moving about, his voice prevalent, mum's softer giggly, then I heard the bed squeaking, they were going to bed! There was movement, I could hear everything now, their sounds seemed more passionate, the kisses louder, his voice persuasive, mum's quieter. There was a noise I didn't recognise for a minute, until I realised that it was a soft moaning sound, it was mum. Oh god no, surely no, a picture of mum in her black underwear suddenly popped into my mind and my heartbeat increased at the thoughts it invoked. I heard the bed squeaking then, as someone moved, mum was saying something, I strained to hear her words. I am sure she was saying something like "Have you've got one? Put it on first." His voice was but a mumble, a deep rumbling mumble, indistinct and low. The bed squeaked again, the sounds of kissing louder, more physical and distinct. She was moaning more now too, then she gave a half moan, a half shout turning into a quivering ohhhh. I was shocked, horrified, Mum, mum, ohh god he was having sex with mum. Yet suddenly my own little penis was tingling, buzzing in the maddening, hateful, horrible, beautiful, satin knickers. I brought my hands down to try and feel it, rub it, but the thick padded mittens prevented the feelings I was desperate for. Next door, they had started moving in a slow rhythmical way, mum's moans growing more and more. I was desperate now to rub against something, anything, to help relieve my tingling yearning. I thought of the pillow and groped around, I felt something behind me, what was that? I turned over and found the big Golly that was sharing my bed. I was surprised for a second, then making up my mind, I managed to push it down a bit. I could hear mum's voice louder and more continual in my ears, the rhythm of their movement gradually increasing. I slid my leg over Golly, my mittened hands behind him pulling him between my legs. Ohhh yess, yess, that was it, my little penis was against him, my satin knickers all that was between us, my body buzzing with an increasing desperate need to effect some relief. I wrapped my legs around him, my mittens holding him tightly to me. Her voice was louder, louder, passion and lust filling the air, their bed squeaking as mine also began to squeak, my heart pounding, my little penis yearningly buzzing. I couldn't stop myself, I was desperately trying to hump against him, my desperate climax getting teasingly closer, but not near enough. My legs clasped him tighter, my mittened hands behind his back holding him tightly, his big round eyes staring into my face as I rubbed against him in increasing fervour. Her voice grew louder and louder as I writhed, so close, so close. Her final shout was almost deafening as she obviously came, her relief followed by a sighing whispered moaning, as he continued until the squeaking bed slowed to silence. I was still unsated, I was close yet not there, but suddenly all I could hear was my own squeaking bed in that silent post coital quiet. I froze in a frustratingly unfulfilled embarrassing fear, my little wanton penis still desperately yearning, yet I feared what unwanted horror the sounds of my movement might bring. I lay there my eyes closed, my heartbeat slowly returning to normal, my panting breath gradually subsiding as I concentrated on being quiet and still. Involuntarily I began sucking on the dummy in my mouth, I did it without realising what I was doing, it just seemed like a reaction to calm myself. Unbeknown to me I was swallowing the mild sedative which filled it and which seeped out into my mouth when I sucked on it. It didn't take long and soon I faded off into a sleep once again. It must have been sometime in the middle of the night when I awoke once more. This time I felt desperate for a pee. I struggled to ignore the feeling, but it only got worse. Eventually I extricated myself from my bed and by the light of the soft fairy light, I made my way over to the awful potty. With a struggle I managed to slip my knickers down to my knees and kneeled astride it before lowering myself onto it. It took a few minutes to relax myself enough but soon I was sitting there peeing in a mixture of relief and a childish humiliation, that twisted and confused me. Finishing, I sat a few minutes, I stupidly felt like a child sitting there and curious foolish thoughts made my little penis tingle again and once again made me begin to suck on the dummy with its' obvious results. Battling against the weakness that I had no idea it was invoking in me, I wriggled off the potty, nearly collapsing astride the cuddly dog beside it, as I struggled to pull my satin knickers back up again. Eventually I almost crawled back to bed, climbing over the big Golly and pulling the quilt back over me as I gratefully closed my eyes. But sleep didn't come this time, because no sooner had I cuddled down, than noises started through the wall once again. I listened intently. There were movements, the bed squeaked softly and then mum's sleepy voice. My ear was almost against the wall. Was she saying no, was she saying don't? His voice surprised me, it was louder, much louder, no whispered mumbling this time, his tone more demanding. I was sure I heard the word slut, but surely that was wrong because after I heard her beginning to moan again. the sounds immediately made my little penis stiffen and tingle in my, the satin knickers. Loud, almost aggressive, kisses and quivering moans continued almost inches from my head and in my own growing fervour I soon had my legs once again wrapped around the big Golly that was sharing my bed. "No, no, you've not got a condom." Her voice a loud whisper almost in my ear. "Yes, I'm gonna fuck you bare slut, feel my hot cock deep inside ya." His voice was loud, aggressive, forceful. I couldn't stop myself, when I heard her whimpered squeal as he obviously entered her, I began to hold Golly tightly humping against him once again in a wanton attempt to satisfy my own desperate arousal. The sounds of their sex almost subsiding into the background as the mentally fuelled pictures drove me closer to my own euphoric climax. My madly humping climax actually coincided with her whimpered words begging him not to come, they filled my head, her disparate feelings of twisted desire permeating through my thin bedroom wall. It exhausted me, my mad physical exertion, mixed with the sedative which I had been unknowingly taking, as I had desperately sucked on the dummy throughout my crazy humping masturbation. I slept a post coital exhaustion and knew no more until I dragged my eyes open at the sound of my sister's voice hissing in my ear. "Time to get up sissy or you'll be late for work." With that she grabbed my quilt and pulled it right off me. I stiffened, blinking, she was chuckling, her phone camera in her hand and I was suddenly aware that I was still wrapped around the big Golly. "Oooo, having fun with your lover are you fag?" I blushed deeply in a horrified humiliation and disentangled myself, pushing the Golly to one side as struggled to the side of the bed. She came close then. "Hands." She smirked and I held them out to her. She untied the mittens and pulled them off. My hands felt cramped and bent and I struggled to straighten my fingers out whilst she leaned over me and undid the straps holding the dummy in my mouth. My mouth felt odd as she pulled it out with a plop through my lips and there was a numbness, it all felt very weird. She looked me over then as I sat there on the edge of the bed, still in the grip of a woozy weak feeling that made my head buzz. "Oh," she smirked widely. "It does look like you enjoyed your lover last night, didn't you?" She gesticulated at my knickers and I suddenly became aware of the wet patch down the front of them. My embarrassment possessed me again and tried my best to hide the mess. She laughed, then her face became serious, fierce even. "Get the fuck up and go and wash whilst I put your clothes ready for you, or do you want to be late on your first day?" I literally jumped out of bed, heading for the door, a fear immediately gripping me. "And bring that filthy mess and empty it while you're there, you little fag." She pointed to the half full potty, its sight only deepening the depths of my humiliation. I rushed to the bathroom and hurriedly showered returning to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around me, my nightclothes and the potty brought back with me. She was still there waiting. "There's your clothes on the bed, get dressed and get a move on if you want some breakfast before you go." The clothes were all female! I nervously glanced at her. "But, but, I, I've got to, got to go to work Di." I began. "So what, your Master knows what you are, get dressed, now and don't fuck about or I'll call Ma and her new boyfriend and we'll see what they will have to say." Her voice increased in volume as she spoke. "Shhh..." I whispered. "So? Get a move on and get dressed fag." The panties, well how can I call them panties, they were a type of knickers I suppose. They had purple flowers on a pink background, the material had a shiny satin finish but was a lycra mix which was tight and clinging when I put them on. Worse still though they had elastic around the legs with an inch frill of material which surrounded my upper thighs. "Tuck yourself down fag, no one wants to see that little sissy thing of yours" Without thinking, I knew better than to argue with her, I obediently tucked myself down between my legs and continued dressing. There was a bra, it was a training bra, but was decorated in similar flowers to the panties. I looked at her again, pleadingly. "Oh god Di, a bra, pleas please no, not a bra, please." I whimpered "Get it the fuck on." The loudness of her voice sent me into scurrying action and I fastened the bra around myself, pulling it into place, as she had made me so many times, those years before. The blouse was white, quite translucent, buttoning up the front to leave a v neck with oval collars. I looked at the skirt then, the whole thing horrified me, but the skirt, how could I wear that. It was a short pink skater skirt, flared from the waistband and just coming to upper thigh. Quivering all over, I put it on, my face burning a bright red. "Now the stockings and shoes fag." She was so aggressive she made my heart pound in fear. The stockings were a sort of mixture of hold up thigh highs and long socks. If you can imagine thigh high stockings that looked like long thin white socks. There was a lacey hem around the elasticated tops and they came to mid thigh leaving a couple of inches of bare flesh between their tops and the hem of the skirt. I felt like so vulnerable wearing them, it made me feel like a complete slut. "Hurry up, get your shoes on, I've got your rucksack ready, I've had to put clean night things in because you messed up last nights. If you hurry you've just got time for a piece of toast before you go, so come on fag." The shoes were the low-heeled girl's sandals in pink, I nervously put them on, the humiliation washing over me as I did so, then I reluctantly followed her down to the kitchen. The glass of milk and the piece of toast were finished before I could remember having them and I found myself terrified in the utility room, just inside the back door. "You haven't brushed your hair you little trollop what will people think." She was grinning widely as she spoke, brandishing the hairbrush. With a surprisingly delicate touch she carefully teased my hair into something that she was satisfied with, then before I could stop her, she was painting lipstick over my lips. I wanted to scream, to push her away, tell her to stop it, that's enough I can't do this anymore, but stupid whimp that I am I just stood there trembling, letting her do what she wanted. "There, that's better, now off you go." She thrust my rucksack into my hand, I hadn't even thought about it before and then she glanced at her watch, "You'd better hurry or you'll be late Rachel." She had the backdoor open as she spoke. I tried to back away into the utility, but her hand was at my back and I suddenly found myself standing outside, the door shutting behind me. "Noo, Di!" I squeaked, grabbing the handle, but she'd dropped the latch and the door stood resolutely closed. I was out, in the open, dressed like this, totally humiliated, for all to see and time ticking away to get out to the manor. I knew what would happen if I was late and a weird shiver went through me as I thought, I'm not sure which part of me quivered more at that thought. My bike was there leaning against the wall and with a madly pounding heart and a terrible burning fear I grabbed it. I sat astride it, the saddle pushing on my little penis as I did so, further driving my quivered emotions. I peeped around the gate, no one was about, I hoped and prayed, then set off, cycling as fast as I could, standing on the pedals oblivious of view I was giving to anyone who might be watching. I went as fast as possible, panting madly, avoiding any eye contact with on coming traffic until tiredness slowed me down and I began to plod. I had left the town and was praying that the mile or so to the gate would go quickly. Until then I was lucky that no car had come up behind me, what little traffic there was had been going towards the town and by turning my face to the hedge I thought that I had avoided being seen. I was soon aware, however, that a car was driving quite slowly behind me. I tried to speed up, but I had this awful feeling it was still following closely and again I was totally unaware that my panties were in clear view beneath my fluttering skirt as I tried my best to pedal hard. Soon, I had to slow again, I still hadn't got to the gate, but I could see the little lane coming up a few hundred yards in the distance and eventually the car which had been following me overtook. Again, I looked to the hedge to avoid eye contact, I was aware that it was an old car by its shape but the driver, who appeared equally old, craftily slowed in front of me, forcing me to follow it. I could see his eyes burning into mine through the rear-view mirror and I can honestly say that I have never felt so naked and vulnerable in all my life. We passed the lane in convoy and I prayed that he would go faster as we proceeded along the outside wall of the estate, then up in front of us I saw it, the side gateway by the gatehouse. He was almost crawling as he passed it, but gratefully, I turned in, my heart in my throat. The gate itself was locked and rusted shut, but the small pedestrian gate that I had gone out through a few days previously, though closed was unlocked. I clambered off my bike on legs of jelly and rattling the catch managed to open it, pushing through and closed it behind me as quickly as I could. Somehow, I was aware that the car had stopped and was now reversing back. I rushed up to the gatehouse, pushing my bike into the shed beside it, before frantically looking for the key to the door. I had no idea that he was looking at my bum as I scrabbled about. I was shaking so much by then, that I could hardly get the key in the lock, but eventually and thank god, sanctuary as I closed the door behind me and I stood safely in the passageway, my heart pounding, my breath coming in gasps, sure that I had just avoided a close and humiliating shave yet at that minute I was oblivious to the fact that I had now entered the spiders web.