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A Happy New Year 2021 to all my kind readers and followers. As you can
imagine I am sure, that during the stresses, illnesses and difficulties
of this past year it has been very difficult to write anything, let alone
something that might give you a little light relief and enjoyment! River
of Surprises is still ongoing though and nearing the end, so fear not.
Reading through past reviews I always feel that I have let you down
through what appear to be apparently unfinished texts, so as a new year's
resolution I thought I'd trawl through my writings and publish what extra
I had written in them. I hope they don't disappoint too much and perhaps
they will give me something to go back to when my River story is
complete.
Babe in the Woods chapter 6
To explain, William's head was still empty and under the influence of
Uncle Johnny's drugs, when he left his house. He had hardly thought about
anything, other than finding his way back home and when he had got there,
though grateful to have found his way so quickly, he was still totally
unthinking as he went through the back door. Thoughtlessly he had just
dumped the bags he was carrying, in the utility and walked on through
into the kitchen. Seeing her was a shock that brought him, in some small
way, to his senses and he blushed, as he lately always seemed to do in
her presence, instantly steeling himself for a telling off and futilely
searching for excuses.
"Well, well, well who is this school-girl in my kitchen?"
For a moment William was confused, he had forgotten what he was wearing,
then his face turned crimson in a wave of embarrassment.
"Oh my goodness, but it's Amanda, my little sissy maid, isn't it? Dressed
up just like a school-girl."
William's embarrassment grew even more, his mother was actually saying
the things that had gone through his mind when Paul had made him wear the
clothes and he struggled, tongue tied, to find an answer now.
"You should have told me that you wanted to be a school-girl Amanda, how
am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me? I thought we
had been through things the other day, when you admitted to me that you
were a sissy. I thought that you understood that you can and must be
completely open with me now, after all I am your Mummy, aren't I?"
She paused as if waiting for his reply, yet she gave him no time to reply
and William just stood there wordlessly trembling, like a child, in front
of her.
"I must admit that I am a little annoyed with you, Amanda. It takes your
boyfriend to encourage you to be what you want, when you should be
telling Mummy."
She didn't sound terribly cross and was talking to him in a soft almost
supportive way, it again reminded him of a mother talking to a young
child.
"Never mind, if that's what it takes, then I suppose I should be grateful
to him."
She smiled, she actually smiled at him, her words were unnerving and
worrying to William as it was, but they were made worse by that smile.
"So, Amanda, as you want to be a schoolgirl, then I shall do my best to
help you to be a schoolgirl."
William at last began to stutter his horrified response. Of course he
didn't want to be a schoolgirl, that horrible man had made him dress like
this, he had had no alternative, he didn't want this, it was all a mix
up, a horrible mistake, brought about by that horrible man.
Those were the thoughts in his head, yet his stuttered reply was mixed
up, vague and confusing, it all came out as if he was struggling to find
an excuse.
She smiled at him again. "Don't worry, I understand, now you go up and
have a nice bath Amanda, you do smell sweaty and nice girls shouldn't
smell sweaty, should they? And while you are doing that, I will ring my
friend and have a chat with her to see what she can suggest."
Ring? Friend? William paled almost feeling faint, his humiliation
tightening its grip on him as he stood rooted to the spot.
"Go on Amanda, quick about it, I don't want to have to tell you again and
I'm sure you don't want me to use my crop to remind you to behave, do
you? Now off you go, have a nice soapy bath."
William headed up the stairs, he still felt very odd and, if anything,
even more confused, unaware that the drug, uncle's drug, was still
affecting him. He tried to remember what his mother, Mummy, had said but
it was a struggle. Bath, that was it bath, she had told him to go and
have a nice soapy bath, yes that was it. He needed to go to the toilet
too and suddenly he was looking forward to the soothing soak ahead of
him. The plug pulled out much easier this time, hardly hurting him at
all. Clenching his buttocks, he deposited it in the basin which he filled
with water, then he sat on the loo as he waited for the bath to fill. It
was a very strange feeling as he went, the trickle seemingly continuous,
increasing only with the uncontrolled gentle muscular spasms of his
rosebud, it seemed to go on for ages. Eventually he cleaned himself and
climbed into the wonderful beckoning bubbles, where he lay, his mind
completely empty as he luxuriated in the warm bubbled water.
He was almost asleep in the bath when the door opened and his mother
walked straight into the bathroom.
"I've found you some clean underwear for you and make sure that you put
your school uniform back on when you dress Amanda. Now hurry up I don't
want you to be much longer."
She had bought him a variety of underwear days ago, on the instruction of
Mary. She had been told only to give him appropriate items when the time
came. She had just come off the telephone to Mary who was coming over to
her straight away and Mary had advised her that the time had come for
these items only.
The words trickled down over his relaxed mind, their meaning lost until
she had gone again, then that pinch of embarrassment began to seep inside
him again as his head cleared and his understanding gradually grew.
He got out of the bath and dried quickly, glancing with disgust at the
school uniform that he had discarded on the floor. Then his eyes opened
wide in horror as he saw the underwear that she had placed beside it.
There was a pair of what he first thought were school-girl's knickers,
lying on the very top, except these looked different. For a start they
were pink and shiny with white lace around the legs, but also, they
appeared to have longer legs than the school-girl knickers that he had
been made to wear earlier.
Reluctantly he stepped into them and slowly put them on. They seemed a
little tighter than the previous ones and apparently stretchy. He soon
discovered that the hems on the legs were elasticated, gripping his legs
as he pulled them up. They looked over the top effeminate and wearing
them made him feel like a total sissy. The bra matched, if that could be
possible, it was the same colour, made from the same material and with
the same lace detail around the top. Reluctantly he put it on, hating it
all, nervous in the knowledge of her reactions if he didn't. Yet stupidly
his little hidden penis began to tingle maddeningly, it confused him
completely. He knew he wanted this all to stop, for things to get back to
what they were, yet confused memories of that morning were twisting his
mind.
He took a deep breath to try and clear his head, then hesitantly
continued dressing. The waist petticoat was again a silky satin match, he
pulled it up his legs to his waist, only to discover that it was so short
that it barely came down to the bottom of the legs of his knickers. He
gave a little moan, it was meant to be of abject horror, but the sound
was affected by the unstoppable tingling within his sex. Shaking himself
again he tried to be gruff and rough, but how could he possibly be, as he
put on the school uniform skirt and the sheer blouse, the pink of the bra
showing obviously beneath it.
"Amanda, Amanda, come along girl, get a move on, it doesn't take all day
to get dressed does it?" she sounded angry now, calling from downstairs.
She was nasty when she was angry and he couldn't face that.
"Coming Mum, uh Mummy." He quickly corrected himself as he put on the
socks and shoes, he'd been given earlier by the man, Daddy.
Dragging his heels, he went down the stairs to the hallway, but as he
arrived there, he stopped in shock, a flush of absolute humiliation
suddenly flowing through him. Her, that woman from work, the one that had
made his life a misery, she was standing there beside his mother, a look
of sneering intimidation on her face.
"This is my friend, Amanda, you will call her Mistress and in future do
exactly what she tells you, like a good little girl."
His mother was standing behind her, speaking over her shoulder, but he
was too shocked to speak, he just stood there, unable to move, in his
trembling humiliation.
"Hmm, she has made us wait long enough darling." He was stunned to hear
her speak to his mother like that.
"Come along girl, we haven't all day." With that she grabbed William's
wrist, her grip fearfully strong and she pulled the horrified boy through
the hallway and out of the front door, pushing him in front of her as she
did so. William's mother followed them, locking the front door behind
them.
William tottered along in abject embarrassment, he looked like a naughty,
slutty schoolgirl being hurried along and told off by his mother and his
teacher. He felt the eyes of the world upon him and could only imagine
what people would think if they saw a young man dressed as a sissy slutty
schoolgirl. The embarrassment coursed through him, eating into his very
being.
Mary's car was parked in the road, she unlocked it with the fob and
opened the back door, William jumped in hardly before it was open,
oblivious of his knicker clad bottom being revealed to the world as he
did so. Mary smirked at Barbara as she closed the door and as they set
off, the doors locking as they silently smiled together.
The salon was in a small dingy backstreet, it was owned by one of Mary's
lesbian coven. She had spent a half an hour that morning discussing
William and putting together a plan of requirements and now William was
being dropped off. They pulled up outside and he looked out in confused
horror.
Mary turned in her seat and spoke harshly to him.
"You will behave and do exactly as you are told in the salon, If you
don't and there are any signs of difficulties, then I have told the
manager to throw you out into the street exactly as you are at that time.
If, when we return, we have any report from her that you have caused her
any problems then you will suffer more than you ever thought possible. Do
you understand little girl?"
William looked at her terrified, struck dumb by her words, why was his
mother letting this horrible woman speak like this to him
"Do you understand little girl?" Mary shouted.
"Ys, ys." He jumped squeaking in a frightened nodding reaction.
The doors of the car unlocked and Mary got out, going round to William's
door which she opened, looking scornfully at him.
"Come along get out, or do I have to drag you out."
William nervously got out and she pushed him in front of her to the door
of the salon. There was a sign on the door, it said, half day closing.
Mary rang the front door bell long and loudly until a large lady
appeared. She opened the door and smiled at Mary, waving them in.
"This is the little sissy that I told you about Kath, you know what to
do, she needs some harsh discipline so don't take any nonsense. I've
already given her warnings to behave. We are off for a coffee and some
shopping, just send me a text when she's ready for us."
The woman smiled and nodded. "Yea understood darling, leave her wiv me,
I'll sort er out don't you worry."
Mary smiled back, then let herself out of the front door, the latch
dropping locked as it closed.
"Ok ya little sissy, get in here, we got stuff to do an don't even think
of fuckin about or I'll chop ya balls off, capiche?"
William could only go along with it, he was too terrified and intimidated
not too.
It began with him being stripped naked, her continually humiliating him
about his clothes and then his almost lack of a penis. The all over body
wax and the hair follicle killing acid hurt him, burning as she
administered it, but his whimpers and tears were only used teasingly
against him as she called him a little baby girl. The body creams soothed
his skin, his whole body tingling, cool and smooth when she told him to
put his knickers back on. As he did so the sensations that they created,
sent his stupid penis into its crazy tingling again, but five times
worse, the flush in his face revealing his feelings. She smirked at him.
"Ha ya love that don't ya, ya little slut?"
She didn't wait for an answer she just dragged him into the salon itself,
sitting him in the hair dressing chair there. He didn't speak, he wanted
to beg her to let him go, to stop, but he just couldn't speak. The mixed
emotions of the fear of reprisal and the tingling of his repressed
arousal stopped him from opening his mouth. He felt it better to try and
relax and firmly close his eyes. To find sleep to hide in a world of
dreams.
She strapped his arms to the arm rests nevertheless, you never know when
he might try and run. Well not on her shift, she had been given the task
of feminising him and by god she was going to do it whether he liked it
or not.
Time passed, she did things to his hair for ages, pulling, teasing,
washing, putting stuff in it and on and on, repetitively, for what seemed
like hours. Then when she wasn't doing that, she was doing things to his
face, putting stuff on it and rubbing it off, there were painful little
pinches as if she was sticking needles in him and if that wasn't bad
enough, when she wasn't doing that, she was making him jump out of his
reverie when she pierced his ears, twice in each one.
Eventually she seemed to have finished with his hair and face and she
reclined the chair fully backwards before pulling the towels down
uncovering his chest. He opened his eyes then trying to look up at her
from his awkward position lying so far back. She was soaking a wad of
cotton wool with something that she was pouring from a clear glass
bottle. Slowly she used it to wipe around his already sensitive nipples,
he whimpered as much with the sensation of its cold touch as the fear of
what she was doing. She grinned an evil grin, he could see, she looked
horrible, yet his nipples were getting erect to her touch.
"That's a girl, let's get em stiff a bit so we can see em." She spoke to
herself as much as to him and as much as he hated her, he couldn't stop
his nipples responding to her ministrations.
"There that should do." She took two plastic clips, much like clothes
pegs and clipped them on William's nipples making him squeal loudly as
they pinched him.
"You gonna get used to avin your nips pinched baby girl, it'll get so you
loves it so much it'll make ya come in ya knickers when they does it to
ya." She chuckled as she spoke
He was wriggling now, the pain getting numb but the feeling not
diminishing, then he saw what she had in her hand and he almost screamed.
She brandished the syringe gleefully and then one at a time she pulled on
the clip, stretching his nipples before injecting the liquid into them.
William sobbed, his eyes closed to stop the horror, tears running down
his cheeks. She chuckled again, then when she was satisfied with her
injections, she put the syringe to one side and pulled the clips off his
nipples, massaging the fluid into them as she did so. The mixed
sensation, the pain as life came back into his nipples, mixed with her
massaging them and a heat slowly began developing in them, almost made
William swoon. It caused an unwanted tingling to grow in his imprisoned
penis making him wriggle in frustration.
She was fully aware of his feelings and she laughed openly about them.
"You're gonna be a real hot little slut I can see baby girl."
She checked William over to see that all she had done was what was
expected, she teased and brushed his hair a little then released him from
the chair.
"Go on, get yourself dressed sissy while I message your Mistress." And
she turned her back on him, leaving him to nervously dress in the horrid
schoolgirl uniform again.
At no time had he seen himself in a mirror, the mirrors had been covered
up, he didn't have any real idea what she had done to him. He knew that
his hair felt funny and his face felt a bit tight and tender, knew she
had pierced his ears and done that to his nipples but he had no idea of
what it all looked liked and absolutely no idea of the consequences.
No sooner had he managed to finish getting dressed than Mary arrived at
the door. He could hear her in conversation with Kath but he couldn't
hear what they were talking about. If he had he would have been even more
terrified and would definitely have run away, there and then.
Kath had told Mary what she had done and what his reactions were to each
thing. Then she had gone on with a list of thoughts, ideas and
suggestions. She thought that a nose piercing would look pretty,
effeminate and submissive on him, she also thought that a tongue piercing
would be a must if he was to give oral administrations to his
"boyfriends". She suggested a further increase in hormones and the
definite need for implants. She was getting carried away and Mary was
gleefully listening, they were going to have so much fun with him, and
his mother too.
His mother had smirked when she saw him getting into the car.
"What a pretty little girl you look Amanda." She giggled.
William couldn't feel more humiliated and her words stirred up his
embarrassment once again. Arriving home Mary drove onto the drive and he
was left to follow them into the house, which he did in a terrified rush.
"Go upstairs and put on your maids dress Amanda. Hurry up, Mary and I are
desperate for a cup of tea, then afterwards, you can help me make supper
for us."
William scuttled off up the stairs, he couldn't wait to get his school
uniform off, what was he thinking, his! He meant the, damn schoolgirl
uniform, oh god, his head was all over the place and now he couldn't even
think straight. He went into his bedroom without thinking, intent on
taking the school uniform off, then he saw himself in the mirror and he
froze. He thought he'd faint, he couldn't believe it, what had that
horrible woman done to him?
Looking in the mirror he looked like a junior school schoolgirl. His hair
was dyed blond and was in ringlets which cascaded from a permed crown. He
was wearing two earrings in each ear, the upper one a little gold and red
teddy bear, the lower a big circular dangling gypsy hoop. Then there was
his face, oh god his face, what had she done to his face. he appeared to
have blue eyeshadow on, his lashes appeared curled and clinging with
mascara. His lips were a bright red, but not only that, his lips seemed
swollen, fuller, thicker, puckered and his cheekbones were more
pronounced and rouged with blusher.
He grabbed his handkerchief and tried to rub it off, but it didn't move,
there wasn't even a mark on his handkerchief where he'd rubbed at the
makeup. It just stayed there undamaged. His lips felt bruised as he
touched them, they were so much thicker than they were, it was as if
someone had punched him. His cheeks, his face, it felt tight.
"Get a bloody move on girl, your mother told you we are waiting for our
tea, now stop admiring yourself in the mirror and get down here, and
quick about it."
Stifling a sob, a tear escaping down his plump cheeks, he hurriedly took
off the skirt and blouse, replacing it with the black maid's dress before
hurrying back down to the kitchen. He was quivering as he made the tea,
but he did his best, terrified of any consequences, bringing the tray
with it all on, into the conservatory where they sat talking.
"Here is your tea, M Mummy." He said in a soft croak.
His mother looked at him scornfully as he put the tray down.
"About time too," Mary sneered.
"I don't want to see you half dressed Amanda, there are times when you
can enjoy yourself looking in the mirror, but I will not have you
bringing us our tea half dressed like this." She gesticulated at him.
"You know what consists of your maid's uniform, it isn't your school
uniform with a dress just shoved on top. Now go back upstairs and put on
your maid's uniform properly and when you have, report to us here and I
will tell you what you have to prepare in the kitchen. Now get along and
quick about it Amanda."
William was crimson when he rushed out of the room, Mary chuckling and
chatting to his mother as he ran.
That evening he waited on Mary and his mother in the dining room, Mary
insisting that he try to curtsey each time he was there, she was keen to
subjugate him more and more and his mother seemed so taken by her that
she only smiled with shining eyes at each and every thing that Mary made
him do. He ate alone in the kitchen after they had finished and he had
cleared the things away. He had no appetite, he felt sore, his nipples
were throbbing and stupidly he was suddenly thinking about the smell and
the taste of the curling smoke from old man's cigarettes.
Finishing clearing up he sneaked out into the garden, walking over to the
gate and peering over it, a buzzing self conscious naughtiness going
through him as he stood there. He wondered what anyone would say if they
saw him standing there, dressed like that. He was tempted, very tempted
to have a peep, just a little peep, to see if he could see his, the old
man's, cottage.
He made up his mind, the smell of the smoke beckoning him and went back
inside, knocking on the closed, lounge door. There was a slight scuffle
inside and then Mary opened the door a few inches.
"Yes, what is it?"
"I, I was going to umm ask Mu, Mummy if I could um please go for a little
walk down the path, just for a few umm minutes." His voice was nervous,
timid and little, even as he spoke.
She didn't bother asking his mother though. "Yes alright, you can go out
to play for a while, but you have to be in bed by nine, now run along."
William blushed puce again, she was treating him just like a child, but
he was afraid to argue, he just gave his best attempt at a curtsey and
left.
He was feeling nervy now, his tummy doing summersaults, his heart
pounding in his chest as he opened the garden gate. He was fully aware
that he looked like a sexy French maid, yet he was feeling a strange need
inside him. He almost tiptoed along the path until he came to the half
hidden branch on the left, that led down to his cottage. He slipped along
in the shadows, stopping and listening every few yards until he came to
the fence and the gate in it. He could see the cottage now, a light
showing through the back windows. He suddenly found himself panting his
penis buzzing madly in its prison, his nipples stiffening, an arousal
building inside him. There was a curl of smoke coming out of the chimney,
it made him think of the smoke from the cigarette and he found himself
licking his lips. He wanted to go through the gate, he wanted to go up to
the door and knock, knock so that he come to the door, so that he'd let
him try that smoke again, he felt a burning inside him, it had made him
feel so hot, so sexy, so aroused.
He put his hand on the catch, pushing it down, the gate creaking open as
he did so. He stopped, shaking himself, no, no, he mustn't, he mustn't,
what was he thinking, he was being a fool, stupid. God here he was
standing at a strange, weird, perverted, old man's gate dressed like
this. He was not only thinking and acting like a sissy, but a homosexual
sissy, what the hell was wrong with him, he had to stop it, had to break
it.
He turned roughly, then stomped back up the path, his dress flicking as
he walked, showing off his gleaming white panties. He was completely
unaware of the movement behind the curtain and the leering grin as the
old man knowingly watched him, his hand in his trousers stroking himself
as he did so.
It was almost nine when he got back in the house and he suddenly felt
exhausted, mentally and physically. He walked silently to the lounge door
again, he listened carefully, he could hear subdued sounds inside, soft
mumblings. He took a deep breath to give himself some courage and then he
called.
"I, I'm going to bed now Mu, Mummy."
He heard a slight scuffle, then his mothers voice. "Good night Amanda."
It was softer than normal, but he didn't care and he headed up for bed.
His head was a mush of tiredness and weird thoughts, so much so, he
changed out of his maid's uniform without a thought and once again in his
nightie and panties he collapsed under the childish bed clothes into an
immediate sleep. He would have liked it to be dreamless but it wasn't, it
was punctuated by dreams of schoolgirls, school, hairdressers and then
there was the old man, kissing him, in bed with him, tied, taken and the
smoke, the lovely hot feeling inside with the smoke.
Morning came all too soon, the little alarm going off, he wanted to
ignore it, to hide in the darkness of his mind and just to sleep some
more, but he knew he dare not. He struggled to sit up, he felt stiff,
bruised, sore and his chest felt particularly bruised and very odd. To
his horror his nipples appeared huge, not only were they erect, pointing
like thumbs, but they were swollen and the aureole considerably bigger.
Hardly able to think straight, he tottered out of his bedroom down the
stairs to the kitchen where he put the kettle on.
It was when he was putting the mugs out on the table for his mother and
himself that he noticed the note. He didn't recognise the writing.
"There will be three for tea this morning, I take mine black."
It was curious, mysterious even, yet succinct and slowly it dawned on
him, It meant that that evil woman, Mary had stayed the night.
Sherry
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