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Scarface tamed Part 2 By Faye Croft You should read Part 1 first!! After Amanda and Rebecca had finished supper that Monday night, and Scott had eaten his meagre helping of leftovers, he was consigned to the kitchen to wash up and clear away. His bottom was stinging from the thrashing it had taken, so standing up was preferable to sitting down, and he stood at the sink washing dishes and wondering how he had got himself into this mess. He loved Rebecca with all his heart, but she seemed to have become more distant over the last few weeks. He had proposed to her twice now, and each time, she had told him it was too soon. She needed to get her career going better, and get her thoughts around what sort of marriage she wanted. He just couldn't understand what the problem was, he loved her, he thought she loved him, what else mattered? When the kitchen was sorted and spotless, he went quietly to the lounge door and listened. He couldn't quite make out what was being said, but the two women seemed to be getting on very well. Her heard laughter, and pauses in the conversation, and he decided to join them, and ask if they needed more drinks. As he entered the room, the conversation froze, and the two women looked up with surprise. He forgot to curtsey, and sort of froze himself. They were sitting on the sofa close together, and Amandas hand was on Rebeccas thigh, with her skirt pushed someway up. "What is the meaning of this interruption, girl?" hissed Rebecca. Scott blushed and stammered. "Errr, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, but wanted to know if you would like coffee or more drinks." "Coffee, and a fresh bottle of red wine, and then take yourself off to bed straightaway. Amanda and I are having grown-up talks, which are none of your business," stated Rebecca tartly. She also put her hand firmly on Amanda's, keeping it in place on her thigh. Scott fled back to the kitchen, and rapidly made coffee and opened the wine, loaded a tray with coffee, milk, sugar, wine and fresh glasses, and headed back to the lounge. He knocked and waited to be called in. A voice called "come" and he entered. He was shocked to see Amandas hand even further up Rebeccas leg, with her knickers peeping out from under her skirt. He wobbled with the tray, nearly spilling milk from the jug, but set it down on the table in front of the ladies successfully. He couldn't stop staring as he stood back from the table. "I don't know what you are staring at, Scott, but I suggest you stop it. And you haven't curtseyed yet again. Now you will have to do ten pretty curtseys as a penance." Scott blushed and dropped ten full curtseys to the ladies. "Mmmm, better, but not perfect, we will have to work on that. Now, it's time for you to get to bed, Amanda and I have things to discuss, and we don't need you here for that. Go and shower, put the nice new pink nightie and negligee on that you bought on Saturday, and then come back here to show us. I expect you back here in ten minutes, so look sharp." Amanda smiled as the humiliated Scott withdrew. "He seems to be so malleable, what hold do you have over him?" asked Amanda. Rebecca sighed. "I think it's because he loves me, and wants to get married. He thinks that if he shows willing, I'll say yes. I've even caged him, and he just lets me do it." Amanda removed her hand from Rebeccas thigh, but Rebecca pulled it back. "Amanda, I'm in a complete turmoil. When I met Scott, he seemed like a potentially great partner, but over the last few months, I've begun to question whether I really want a partner like Scott." "So is he not macho enough, or too macho? I hope he doesn't abuse you, if he does, he'll have me to reckon with," retorted Amanda. "No, its none of those things." She paused, took a deep breath. "I'm not sure if I want a man or a woman to be my lawful wedded partner," said Rebecca, finally admitting to herself and Amanda that she might be a lesbian. "Oh darling, you poor thing, and there's me getting fresh with you for just a bit of fun. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to trample on your emotions." Rebecca smiled. "I think you're helping me sort them out, not trample on them. It has been so delicious sitting here, talking with you, and feeling your hand on my thigh. I am getting so wet in my knickers, and I really want to kiss you, if you don't mind." Amanda gathered her new friend in her arms and their lips met in a deep wet kiss. Amanda then dropped her hand to Rebeccas lap, pulled her skirt right up and slid a finger inside her friends knickers, finding a very wet pussy. At just that moment, came a knock at the door. Rebecca clicked her tongue in annoyance. She called for Scott to enter and smiled at Amanda. "I just need to put him to bed, and then we can relax and have a little fun. I don't want any more interruptions until tomorrow morning." Scott stood in his pink nylon baby doll nightie and negligee, his head hung down, staring at the carpet in his humiliation. "You're sleeping in the spare bedroom tonight, babykins," she announced. "Mistress wants a little private time to herself, so it will be nappy and plastic panties for you." Amanda gasped in delight. "Oh do let me help put the ickle baby to bed. We can make sure he's nice and secure and safe...." Rebecca grinned and nodded her agreement, and Scott was ordered to go to the spare bedroom. He slouched off up the stairs, showing his disappointment at being banned from the bed he shared with Rebecca. He was almost churlish when Rebecca produced the disposable nappy and plastic panties, but she insisted he be nappied to guard against bed wetting. Amanda volunteered to put the baby in nappies while Rebecca went downstairs for the bedtime drink. She pulled the sheets down from the bed and pushed him down onto the matress. She inspected his cage carefully to make sure it was securely in place. Scott begged her to remove it, but she pointed out that she had no key. She then lifted his bottom with ease and placed the disposable nappy below him, taping it up efficiently. Then came the plastic panties with tight elastic legs. Rebecca returned with a baby bottle of warm milk, and several satin scarves. "Scott loves his scarves, so I thought it would be nice to ensure he is fully secure using one or two." Scott tried to sit up, his nappy cover crackling, but he was pulled down by Amanda while Rebecca tied scarves round his wrists and ankles and tied each in turn to a bedpost. Amanda asked if she might feed the ickle sissy, and Rebecca handed her the bottle. She then rummaged through a drawer and found a large pink bonnet, and fitted this to Scotts head, tying the ribbons tightly at his throat. Amanda squeezed the last drops of milk out of the bottle into his quivering mouth - it almost looked like he was going to cry. Rebecca produced a large dummy and pressed it firmly into his mouth, again tying the ribbons threaded through in a double knot behind his neck. "Perfect, my ickle baby Scotty can sleep safe and sound." She leant down and kissed him on the nose, and the two women waved him good night as they pulled his covers over him, and turned out the lights. Returning to the lounge, they had one last glass of wine, and began to talk openly about Rebeccas possible lesbian tendencies. It was very exciting for her to be able to express her true feelings to another woman of like mind. They kissed and cuddled and fondled each other, and Rebecca had the courage to ask Amanda to stay the night. "You just try stopping me," replied Amanda giggling. "I'll just nip back to my flat and get a few things. If you leave the flat door on the latch, I'll see you in bed..... Amanda returned having rapidly showered and slipped into nightie and negligee. She was old-fashioned when it came to nightwear, and loved the dreamy nylons and rayons of the sixties and seventies. She popped her sponge bag into the bathroom, and entered the bedroom. Rebecca was lying in bed, with sheets pulled up to her neck. She gasped when she saw Amanda, she looked like a Hollywood movie star in her amazing gowns. Amanda sidled up to the bed, and artfully removed her negligee, throwing it across the chair beside the bed. Rebecca pulled the sheets across, welcoming her new lover into the bed. She was naked, and Amanda slipped into the bed, and embraced her naked body, eagerly kissing her lips, her neck, her bosom and her nipples. It was going to be a lovely night. Tuesday morning came all too soon for the two lovers, and Rebecca had to go to work, and also ensure that Scott was sent on his way to the charity shop run by Sally, as promised. Rebecca borrowed Amandas dreamy negligee, and went downstairs to fetch coffee for them both to drink in bed. Rebecca could hear some muffled gurgling coming from the spare room, but ignored it. He could wait until they had drunk their coffee and showered. It was 7am, Rebecca had to head off for work at 8.30 and the charity shop opened at 10. Amanda eagerly volunteered to look after Scott and make sure he arrived at his workplace, suitably dressed and on time. They could walk to the shop, and Amanda would accompany him to ensure he didn't chicken out of his new duties. Rebecca was relieved, as she feared some resistance from the sissy boy. Amanda seemed so self-assured and happy to take on the job of shaping Scott's behaviour. Whilst Rebecca dressed, Amanda attended to Scott. "Good morning babykins," she exclaimed as she entered his bedroom. He lay on the bed, somewhat red-faced, and had clearly been struggling to get free of the bed. The covers were on the floor, but the scarves had been too much for his feeble attempts to free himself. She reached down and untied his dummy, and he let go with a torrent of anger. "How dare you tie me up like this? I've been lying here in a mess for ages, untie me right now, and I want to see Rebecca, she needs to explain herself." His fury was cut short as Amanda slapped him hard across the cheek, not once but twice. "Just hush up, sissy boy, or I'll really give you something to complain about," replied Amanda, thrusting the dummy back into his mouth, and retying the ribbon tightly. Tears sprang from his eyes, and he quaked as she stood over him, tall, confident and clearly surprisingly strong for a woman. "I am going to change your nappy now, and help you get dressed ready for work, and I don't expect to hear a single negative comment from you. Rebecca is busy getting ready for work, and as the breadwinner, she needs your full support. She has asked me to take charge of you today whilst she is at work, and I understand you have agreed to work for Sally in the charity shop today. You received a good spanking last night, don't make me continue with it today. Nod if you understand?" Scott gazed at this dominant woman, and caved in. He nodded and sighed inwardly. He had no idea what the day might bring, but realised it wasn't going to be easy. Maybe tonight, he could have a serious discussion with Rebecca, and convince her that he wasn't a sissy, and didn't want to be dressed in all these ridiculous clothes, and work for her friends and even strangers, after all she didn't know the ladies in the charity shop until the other day. Yes, tonight, he would get serious. Amanda untied his ankles, and lifted his legs and bum to insert a plastic mat. She pulled his plastic pants down, and placed them in a bucket next to the bed. Then off came the sodden nappy, fortunately, he hadn't pooped himself, but he was getting desperate to do so. Amanda realised by the grunts and gurgles that he was trying to say something, and removed his dummy. "Yes, what is it?" I need to go for number 2s," gasped Scott. Amanda smiled. It was probably better that he didn't use his nappy for pooping, so she untied his wrists, and led him to the bathroom. He went to shut the door on her, but she was not letting him out of her sight. She stood watching him as he rapidly sat down, holding his nightie up and let go with his poop. What a relief, he thought. "Now wipe," commanded Amanda, grinning at the scantily clad sissy. He grabbed some toilet paper, and wiped several times, and then stood and made as if to leave the toilet. "Not good enough, sissy. Bend over and I'll wipe you properly." Amanda pushed him down telling him to touch his toes, and she then took some baby wipes and wiped he thoroughly, pressing her index finger, wrapped in a wipe well into his anus. Scott squealed with surprise as her finger entered, and he squealed even more loudly when she pressed two fingers in at once. "Just testing out your elasticity, little girl. Its important for a baby to be able to poo properly, so we will be improving your stretchiness over the coming weeks, I think. Don't want baby getting constipated." She took him back to his bedroom and laid out the plastic changing mat and motioned him to lie down on it. He groaned. "I really don't need a nappy today, Amanda. I can use the toilet like a normal person, so lets not mess about with nappies, I'm sure you don't enjoy changing them, so it would be good for both of us..." "Well, sweetums, that maybe what you think, but to tell the truth, I really enjoy having my ickle sissy boy in nappies, I love the feeling that you are dependent on your Auntie Amanda - and by the way, you will call me Auntie from now on, only grown-ups call me Amanda. So its no trouble, let's just get you taped up and back in your nice crackly plastic panties." At this point, Alan realised he was wasting his breath. He felt sure that Rebecca would relent when he spoke to he later, so he just lay down and let Auntie do whatever she wanted. And she did more than he expected. She took hold of hid caged winkie, and swabbed round it with a wet wipe. She then stroked the inside of his thighs and gently massaged his balls, and he immediately began to erect and the spikes began to press into his swelling organ. "Please, no more, it hurts when I get played with," he moaned. Amanda smiled. "I was just checking that all was well with the little winkie, we wouldn't want him to become enfeebled due to lack of care, now would we? But I have a little treat for you, as winkie is out of use, I thought you might enjoy the company of new friend in your rosebud bottom." She held his bottom up, and slid her finger into a pot of Vaseline, and then thrust it into his rosebud. Having worked it back and forth a little, she then picked up a butt plug (its all right, darling, this is only a medium sized friend), and rapidly thrust into his bum, pushing and twisting the bulge past his tight ring, which then immediately sprang back to hold the butt in place. An involuntary howl escaped his mouth, but Amanda ignored him. She placed a nappy liner inside the disposable nappy and then produced a substantial sanitary towel which she laid over his winkie, and then taped the nappy up to hold the sanitary towel and butt plug in place. This made the nappy much more bulky, and his plastic panties were pushed out by the thickness of nappy. "Now lets choose your outfit for today." Amanda chose carefully. She wanted to help Alan show off his feminine side. She chose a white lacey bra, white satin waist slip, suspender belt and black sheer stockings, white georgette blouse with a pretty lace trim at the round neck and a short flared black skirt. Deliberately, the waist slip was chosen to be longer than the skirt, so a strip of white lace showed below the hem of the black skirt. But what was worst for Alan was bulge of his nappy and plastic pants, which pushed his skirts out sideways in a rather strange way. It would be clear to anyone looking that he was wearing a nappy. As he waddled downstairs to the kitchen, he realised he would have to press his legs together to avoid the waddle, but this pressed the butt plug further up his bum. Amanda preceded him, and as she arrived at the kitchen, she stepped back and ushered Alan in, with a verbal fanfare. "Ta daaaaa," she announced as he entered and stood before his girlfriend as she ate her breakfast. "Oh my goodness, Alan, you look so ditsy, so sweet, so edible.... thankyou Amanda for taking care of him so well, what a stunning choice of clothes for your first day at work outside. I'm so proud of you, darling. It looks like you are really embracing the role of housewife, its what I've often dreamed about, but never dared to hope would come true," she gushed. "You just need a pretty satin scarf to wear with your blouse, I think you should choose one, but if you're unsure, then Amanda can choose one for you. I have to dash now, be a good girl for Amanda, and no disobedience." She stood up. Kissed him on the cheek and grabbed her bag and coat and headed out to the car park below the block of flats. Alan looked glumly at the floor. Amanda smiled inwardly. She was going to enjoy this day, and hopefully cement her control over Alan, and as for Rebecca, well, Amanda was smitten, and remembered the heat of their love- making last night, and how it might go in the night to come. Rebecca needed to find her perfect partner in life, and Amanda intended to be that person. And that was not to the exclusion of Alan, but his role would not be that of the loving husband.... Amanda made two breakfast bowls up comprising cereal and fruit, and placed one in front of Alan. He stared at it and pushed it away. "I don't eat mush like this," he said in such a surly manner. "Well that's all you're getting, sissykins, it's good for you, and will help keep you nice and slim. Oh and by the way, would you prefer to be called sissykins or by a girlie name?" "Neither, thankyou very much. My name is Alan, and that's what you should call me," he replied grumpily. "Well you don't look much like an Alan in your pretty clothes. If you can't decide what a sissy like you would like to be called, I shall call you Pansy. Mmm yes, a very nice name. Now if you are finished pushing your breakfast around your plate, I suggest you wash up the dishes and we can get off to work. And don't forget to put your apron on." Alan took the bowls to the bin and scraped off his mess. He then grabbed his apron, well, the apron that was hanging on the peg, and washed the dishes. He glimpsed himself in the mirror in the hall, and realised he looked ridiculous, a man in skirts and lacy blouse. He could see his bra clearly through the fabric. He blushed and thought of refusing to leave the house. But then he noticed Rebeccas coats hanging on the hallstand, and grabbed a rain coat which was quite long, a flowery rubberised fabric and a matching hat. He quickly put this on to avoid Amanda choosing another. She had been upstairs to fetch a pair of low-heeled shoes, which she placed on the floor. "There we are, Pansy, nice shoes for the day, and I see you have chosen such a pretty coat. I was going to let you wear one of your own, but seeing as how you have already chosen such a sissy coat, that's fine by me. Now lets be off, it's fine out, so you won't need your hat," she finished whipping the hat from his head. Alan suddenly realised that he didn't have his wallet or keys with him - and there were no pockets in his skirt. He stopped and explained to Amanda that he needed to go get them. She grinned. "No need, Pansy, I have a bag here with all you will need for the day." She handed him lilac coloured leather handbag. "Its got hanky, lipstick, spare sanitary pads, a spare nappy, wet wipes, vaseline, perfume, comb and other bits. No need for money, as I will drop your lunch in to you, and will pick you up to come home." Alans heart sank, this woman was just too much, he would lay down the law to Rebecca tonight for sure. It was 9am, and they were ready to go. "It should only take us half an hour to walk to the shop, so we can do a bit of window shopping on the way. In fact, I'd like to buy you a little present in recognition of this being your first day at work in your new career. I think I know just the shop where we might get something," commented Amanda. They walked out onto the street, with Alan waddling behind rather, clutching his handbag. Amanda paused and let him catch up. "Come along Pansy, no dragging your feet. I know, I have just the thing to encourage you,," She pulled a strap out of her bag, and quickly fixed one end round his wrist with Velcro tabs, and the the other end she took in her hand. "There now, reins to make sure sissy Pansy doesn't get lost and keeps safe with Auntie. Say thankyou to Auntie for her thoughtfulness." Alan muttered his thankyou. Amanda set off at a pace, pulling the reluctant man behind her. They met a friend of Amandas at the street corner, and the two women kissed briefly, and asked after each others health. Amanda introduced her charge as Pansy - he's a boyfriend of a friend in my block of flats, and I promised I'd take him to work and babysit him when she needed it. He likes to wear girlie things, and is a bit of a sissy really, as you can see." Alan was shocked that he should be talked about in this way. He nearly lost control of his bladder, but quickly grabbed his winkie and held it tight to stop the trickle of urine that threatened to flow. "Oh look at the poor dear, he can't leave his privates alone, but fortunately, he wear nappies so he can wet himself with impunity." Amanda giggled, and her friend joined in. "My oh my, what an unusual boyfriend, well hope all goes well with the babysitting, if you need any help, just shout...." And they parted, with that offer hanging in the air, a scenario that Alan could barely countenance. Amanda insisted that they stop and browse the window of ladieswear shops, and charity shops as they entered the town centre. She asked him if he liked the dresses and lingerie on show, and at one charity shop, she pointed out a very pretty summer dress in a flowery fabric with wide skirts and an edging of white broderie anglaise showing just below the hem. "I loved that fashion - I think it was around in the seventies or thereabouts, a sort of false petticoat showing around the hem. Lets go in and see what size it is...." And Amanda dragged her unwilling sissy into the shop and up to the counter. A young lady stood by the till. "My friend Pansy here is interested in the flowery dress in the window, can you tell us what size it is, and would you mind measuring Pansy to see if it would fit him?" "Yes, certainly, the dress is size 16 to 18, a lot of people have been interested in it," she replied, taking a tape measure out from a drawer. "Now lets see what Pansy measures, take off your coat and lift your arms sweetheart." Alan blushed and trembled horribly. He lifted his arms, trying to ignore the rein which tied him to Amanda. "Its all right, no need to be scared of me, I won't bite, but if you are going to buy the dress, it has to fit." She efficiently measured his hips, waist and chest. "My goodness, you do seem to have well-padded hips. Should I assume the measurement or would you like me to measure beneath his underwear? And I see he has a bra on but no real bust to speak of, the dress would be the right size for him, but not across his bosom. Do you have chicken fillets or silicone boobs for him, I'd say he needs a C cup to fill the dress out nicely." Alan cut in at this point. "No way are you measuring any more - I'm not stripping off. So its not the right size, so we shouldn't buy it, Amanda. Lets go now, or we'll be late." "Nonsense, Pansy, its very easy to find a way to fill the bust of the dress, and as for the hips, we know you are wearing nappies and sanitary towel, so we can assume a few inches less than the nice lady has measured. I've decided we'll take it please," announced Amanda, speaking to the assistant who was having difficulty in controlling her laughter. Amanda reached into her bag and pulled out a wallet, from which she withdrew a ?20 note and handed it to the girl. "Please keep the change." Alan did a doubletake. He hissed in a whisper at Amanda. "That's my wallet, and my money," he wailed. "Yes, dear, and the dress will be your dress, so that's just fine and dandy, isn't it? Now come on, we have one more shop to visit before you get to work. Thankyou so much for your help, young lady. Pansy certainly will enjoy his new dress." "You're welcome, come back any time, and bring Pansy with you, we have lots more stock he might be interested in," she replied, winking at Alan and giving him a discreet thumbs up. What a big sissy, she thought, and oh boy, is he under the thumb. They left the shop with Alan still attached to the safety rein, and Amanda led the way towards the shop, but then took a sharp turn into a narrow alleyway with a few specialist shops along it. Alans heart sank when she turned into the doorway of the local sex shop. She marched to the counter towing her charge along behind her. "We would like some silicon breast forms for Pansy, here. C cup if you have them please." The man did a double take on Pansy, and grinned. "Yes, love, I think we have some in stock." He headed into the storeroom and returned with a box, and opened it to show two quivering pink breasts with rosy red nipples. "Oh perfect - they look just right for my sissy. Don't they look nice? What do you say to the nice man, Pansy? Shall we take them?" Alan sighed. What he could he say? She was going to have them whatever he said. The sooner he agreed, the sooner he could get out of this shop. "Yes, lets have them," he muttered. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that too well. Tell me if you would really like to have some nice new boobies?" "Yes, I'd like some new boobies please," he said loudly. The man smiled. "Excellent, that will be ?75 please." Amanda flipped open Alans wallet and took out the cash and handed it over. The breast forms were placed in a bag, and they left the shop. But Amanda paused just outside, and turned to Alan. "Silly me, I forgot to get your present, just wait here while I pop back in. She took her end of Alans rein passed it round a lamp-post and tied it off to his other wrist, so he was hugging the metal pole. "There, that will keep you safe from interference or wandering off." And before Alan could object, she disappeared back inside the shop. Alan stood patiently for 5 minutes, hoping there would be nobody passing by. A man did come past and looked at him closely, but said nothing. A woman came along pushing a pram, and paused. "Are you all right, love," she asked. "Why are you tied to the lamp-post?" "Oh no particular reason, I'm just waiting for a friend..." At which point, Amanda came out. "All well, sissy?" she asked, undoing his rein from the lamp-post. She turned to the woman. "I needed something from the shop, but little Pansy is too young to go in a shop like this, so he was happy to wait outside. I use the rein so he doesn't wander off. Oooh, what a lovely baby you have in there, and I see you have several dummies in your pram"commented Amanda. "I hope you won't think me cheeky, but we forgot Pansy's dummy in our rush to be out this morning, I don't suppose I might buy one of yours for him?" The woman was beginning to warm to Amanda and her strange companion. "Oh, for sure, you can have one, I don't need paying, my little'un has lots, and she likes to throw them out when I'm not looking, so they all have ribbons to tie them on to the pram - is that ok?" "That would be lovely," replied Amanda, taking the dummy from the woman and holding it in front of Alan's mouth. "Now, I don't want any fuss, Pansy, just take your dummy like a good sissy, and have a nice suck. Alan was past caring at this stage, and opened his mouth. In went the dummy, the ribbon was long enough to tie round his neck, so he could not easily spit it out. "Now give the lady a nice curtsey to thank her for the present she has given you, and don't forget to hold your skirts out nice and wide," commanded Amanda in a voice that would brook no dissent. Alan curtseyed, as best he could, and they went their separate ways. They arrived at Sallys shop on the dot of ten, just as she was opening the doors. She welcomed them in, and took them to the backroom. She helped Alan off with his coat, and gushed over his blouse and skirt, saying how nice they looked and suited his complexion. She grasped his skirt and lifted it a little, supposedly to feel the fabric, but in practice it revealed his bulky plastic panties. Sallys eyebrows shot up and she looked at Amanda, who nodded and mouthed "nappies."Alan was in fact bright red with the further humiliation in prospect, and his blouse was white, but he didn't think it was worth pointing this out to Sally. "So here we are, Pansy, your first day of work for I don't know how long. I'm sure you will learn quickly, but woe betide you if you are lazy or slovenly. Sally is your boss for the day, so just remember that," explained Amanda. "I'm off now, and will be back to collect you at 5pm, if that's ok Sally. Oh yes, and I'll drop Pansy's lunch in later this morning after I have done my shopping. He may need some help with it, but I'm sure you'll know what to do. And one final thing, Pansy has shown signs of incontinence, so we have taken precautions, but I'm sure you will have noticed. He has spares in his handbag." Sally waved Amanda off, and turned to Alan. "So, we have changed our name, have we? Pansy is it? Well, that's fine by me, and you will address me as Ms Simmons, and of course, you will always curtsey when I come into the room, or you come into a room where I am present. Your work is about processing clothes, specifically for the underwear department. All mens underwear is bagged for the ragman. All womens underwear is washed and then tumble dried. It is then inspected for any damage. All good pieces are ironed, hung on hangers and labelled for putting out for sale. Any damaged items are separated for repair, or if this is not possible, put in the ragmans bag. Do you understand the process?" Alan nodded glumly, but asked how the machines worked, and how much detergent to use and soft rinse. Sally, showed him, and then left him to it. There were bagfulls of underwear and nightwear, small and large, just a staggering array of colour, style, fabric and condition. He put the first load in, and sat down to wait for it to finish, when Naomi walked in. "Hello, Pansy, I wondered if you would turn up today, you must be really keen. Now why are you just sitting around?" "Well I'm waiting for the first load to wash through," replied Alan. Naomi clicked her tongue. "Tsk tsk, there's loads of ironing to be done, so you get to on the stuff in these bags," she instructed, showing him several large bags stashed in a cupboard. Alan worked on, with Naomi and Sally alternately checking up on him, and pushing him to work harder, and iron more carefully. Lunchtime came, and Sally brought through his lunch in a bag left by Amanda. "It's a very odd-looking lunch, but Amanda said you would enjoy it, especially if we helped feed you." She produced from the bag two jars of baby food, and a carton of orange juice. "Would you like me to warm the jars, or do you prefer them cold?" "I really don't want them at all," sighed Alan, "just give me the juice and that will be fine." "Oh, I don't think so, you can't go without lunch. But I will warm the jars, and then help you get them down," replied Sally. She returned after microwaving the jars, and fed them to Alan with a teaspoon. "Come on Pansy, open up and take your lovely lunch like a good sissy," cooed Naomi, who happily took on the job of feeding, whilst Sally minded the shop. She slid each spoonful carefully into his mouth, and let him eat it and swallow the vile tasting stuff - although she was tempted to accidentally miss his mouth a few times. But she had some sympathy for the sissy, and didn't want to make a mess on his pretty blouse. In practice, she needn't have worried, for as she fed him the last of the prune and custard jar, he picked up the juice carton, and directed the straw at his mouth, but sadly squeezed before he had connected with his mouth, and the orange juice sprayed onto his blouse. "Oh damn it, look what I've done now, Amanda will kill me for messing up this blouse," he wailed. "That's all right, Pansy, I can find you another blouse to wear home," said Naomi soothingly. "I'm your friend in this pickle you've got yourself in, so don't fret. And when you come to my place tomorrow, you'll find out how nice I can be. There will be none of this public humiliation, and I hope you will be grateful for the opportunities I make for you." Alan was encouraged by this, and smiled shyly at her. "Thankyou, that's the kindest words I've hear for I don't know how long. Naomi went out the stock rails, and hunted for a blouse in Alans size. She came back with a long-sleeved black blouse, shiny satin, with a pussy bow. "Now I know this is still quite girlie, but it covers the outline of your bra and you just need to be careful not to spill anything on it. You can put your own blouse through the wash and dry and maybe even get it ironed before you go home." The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of washing, drying and ironing, and he hadn't realised it was closing time until Sally appeared at 4.30 and suggested they might all like a drink before going home. Alan had managed to avoid wetting himself by refusing drinks offered during the day, and he wasn't about to drink coffee now he was so near to going home. But Sally had different ideas, and produced a baby bottle of juice, with some secretly added diuretic. As she and Naomi sat drinking their coffee, Alan just sat and glared at the bottle. When they were finished, Sally nodded to Naomi, and the two strong women took Alans hands and dragged him to a table where he was pulled onto the tabletop and laid flat on his back. Naomi rapidly tied his ankles with scarves, and then did the same with his wrists, and Sally then thrust the bottle into his mouth. "Drink, baby Pansy, drink, we don't want you dehydrating, now do we?" Alan sucked down the bottle of juice, and then a second one, as Sally was going on about getting plenty of vitamins. He was then released from the table, and told to sit by the front door waiting for Amanda to arrive. Naomi came across to him and whispered in his ear. "I'm soooo looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, we will have such fun." Amanda duly arrived on the dot of five, and enquired as to how Pansy had got on today. Sally gave a good report on her work, but said that disappointingly, Pansy had been difficult when it come to drinking her juice, and they had been forced to restrain her whilst she drank her days allocation of vitamins. Amanda scowled at the sissy, and he couldn't look her in the eye. "Did you need to change his nappy," she inquired, and Sally replied in the negative. "Hmm, well that sort of behaviour indicates that Pansy can't be trusted to embrace a balanced diet. I will deal with that when we get home. I do like his new blouse, though, was there a problem with the old one?" Naomi explained about the little accident at lunchtime, but that Pansy had laundered his white blouse and it was in a bag for him to take home. She handed over the bag, which was pink with an image of Barbie on it. "I've popped the new dress he had with him this morning in there as well." Alan scowled but didn't argue. Amanda thanked the ladies for giving Pansy such good work experience, and as agreed, would be escorting Pansy to Naomi's house tomorrow at 10am for a days housework. Naomi winked at Pansy, and said how much she was looking forward to it. Amanda attached her baby rein to Alans wrist and held the other end firmly. "Lets go, Pansykins. Lots of lovely window shopping to be done on the way home, and I know how much you like that." Alan did not reply, but he did remember to curtsey to Sally and Naomi as they left. "Can't we get a taxi or a bus, Auntie," asked Alan as he realised she was intent on walking home. "Certainly not, dear, that would be a terrible waste of money, and we don't waste money on things like that. We need to conserve your money to pay for your new wardrobe. Talking of which, you must give me your pin codes for your credit cards, so that Rebecca can use them when we are buying for you." "Over my dead body," thought Alan to himself. It took an hour to get home, as Amanda insisted on stopping at every dress shop, and discussing the displayed models with Pansy, so she could get a feel for his favourite styles and colours. It was good to ask him which he liked out of two dresses, so she could point put later that he had said that he liked red dresses or blue lingerie. However, he was getting ever more desperate to pee, and the delays as they gazed in each window were not helping. As they started gazing at yet another lingerie shop window, Alan cracked. "I must go for a pee, Amanda. There's a public toilet up that street we just passed by, I'll be back soon." But of course, Alan was still attached to Amanda by his rein, and he was jerked back as he tried to move away. "Don't be silly, Pansy, you don't need a toilet, you have your nappy to keep you safe and dry. Just let go and filly your nappy. I'm not finished looking in this shop yet. Aren't the bra and knicker sets divine? Do you think they will suit you, or would you prefer all in one corselettes?" Alan was speechless, and suddenly felt the start of an uncontrollable pee. Slowly at first, and then it came with a gush, the hot liquid filling his nappy, and running round his legs as it was slowly soaked up by the nappy and sanitary pad. The look on his face made it clear to Amanda that he had given in to the urge, and she smiled and took his chin in her strong fingers and squeezed him playfully. "There, there, now Pansy, its good to use our nappy for wee-wees, and your plastic panties will stop it escaping, so you're safe from any embarrassment." They arrived home, as darkness fell, and Alan was feeling more and more uncomfortable as the pee in his nappy cooled, and clung soggily to his thighs and waist. Amanda went ahead and called out that they were home. Rebecca came through from the kitchen, and embraced Amanda and gave her a loving kiss. "Thankyou so much for doing the pick-up, I wouldn't have wanted Pansy to make his own way home, you never know what might become of him alone on the streets. She turned to Alan and was surprised to see how unhappy he looked. "Now, whats the matter with you, diddums, you should be happy that Amanda has brought you home. Did you have a good day in the shop? Was Sally happy with your work? Alan gulped, and didn't know what to say. The week stretched out ahead of him, and if the succeeding days were to be anything like today, he was in for a complete nightmare....