Sunday, 24 June 2012

Suzy takes on the World - Part Ten - A dream come true?

"Come on Kevin, it's time you were up!" mom's voice insisted.

Kevin awoke with a start and glanced at the Man Utd alarm clock on his bedside table, which for some reason had failed to wake him at 7:15 as usual.  The time read 07:45!  He had a little over an hour to get dressed, eat his breakfast and catch the bus to school.  Kevin leapt out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.

During his ablutions, Kevin remembered the previous night with horror and shame.  He had had to attend the school prom in the prom dress meant for his girlfriend Suzy.  But she had refused to wear it.  Some feminist thing.  So Kevin's mom had insisted that he wear it instead!  He face went crimson at the memory.  It would take him a long time to live that down.

As he left the bathroom, his mom shouted from below "Your school uniform's on your bed!" Kevin entered his bedroom, which was plastered with football posters, to find a school uniform on his bed, as mom had said.  But it was certainly not his uniform!

"Mom!" he called downstairs "What is a girl's uniform doing on my bed?"

Mom's face appeared at the bottom of the stairs "That's your uniform now.  I thought you looked so good last night in that prom dress that a girls' uniform would suit you better!"

Kevin groaned "Mom, I'm not a girl!  I can't go to school wearing a girls' uniform!"

Mom's face became sharper and harder "Kevin, I don't have time to argue with you!  I have a very important meeting at 9 am sharp.  Just put your uniform on and stop whining like a baby!"

Kevin knew it was no use arguing with his mom.  She ruled the house, especially now she was the family's breadwinner since his dad was made redundant a year ago and had been unable to find work.

Sighing, Kevin went back to his bedroom and looked at the girls' stuff he would have to wear.  There were a pair of white panties with lace trim, a lacy bra, thick black tights, a white blouse, a grey pleated skirt, a blue cardigan, a blazer, a hat and a pair of shiny black shoes with a small heel on them.

Kevin got into the things with difficulty.  The blouse buttoned up all the wrong way, he had to roll to roll the tights up his legs and buckle the shoes on by means of fiddly straps.  But the most alien thing of all was the bra.  It took him ages to get it on and all the time mom was reminding him that he was running out of time.

Finally, he was ready.  He looked at himself in the mirror and cringed.  In this get up, and with the hat covering his head, he did look a lot like a schoolgirl.  The skirt showed off his slender, nylon clad legs to best advantage and his face looked feminine.

He hurried downstairs as best as he could dressed as he was.  The shoes were awkward to walk in and he was of course not used to wearing a skirt or a bra.  Hiss mom commented on how lovely he looked.  During breakfast, Kevin tried to persuade his mom to change her mind, to let him have his old uniform back.  Smiling, mom gave him his satchel (a girls' one of course, with flowers all over it) and pushed him out of the door.

Miserably, Kevin made his way to the bus stop.  He dreaded the reception he would receive there.  A load of girls were waiting there, including one of his ex-girlfriends, Belinda Fox.  Kevin tried to remain inconspicuous.

But Belinda had sussed him out "Oh, look everyone!  Looks like we have a new girl.  You look very sweet in your uniform Kevin!".  Belinda and the other girls burst into giggling fits.  Kevin was glad when the school bus arrived, on time for a change, and scuttled aboard.

The ribbing Kevin got on the bus was just awful.  However, it stopped immediately once the bus called in at a certain stop and Kevin's girlfriend, Suzy, stepped aboard.  Suzy was only five feet two inches tall in her socks but she was built like an amazon with incredible muscles and self-confidence.  Suzy came and sat beside Kevin and took one of his hands and gave it an incredibly gentle squeeze for such a strong girl.

Kevin blushed as he thought of how they must look.  Suzy, who was now allowed to wear trousers, was now the more masculine of the pair, whilst Kevin was of course now the more feminine partner.

Belinda and the other girls, and even the boys, were rightly scared of Suzy and subsided into the background.  The rest of the journey passed without incident.

To Kevin's surprise, all of the teachers seemed to accept his new mode of dress, and so, after the first day, did the other pupils.  The mates he used to play football with wanted nothing to do with him now he was in a skirt, but oddly Belinda and her cronies accepted him into their little sorority.

Kevin returned home in a quandry one evening as Suzy had told him to get himself dolled up for a date.  But a text from Belinda telling him to get round to her house on the double as she would help him out seemed to be a lifeline.

On arrival, still in his school uniform, Belinda ordered him to strip down to his underwear before depilating all of the hair from his body, spraying him with a sweet smelling perfume, instructing him how to paint his fingernails and toenails with a bright red varnish.  He was handed silk underwear to wear and also a frock.  A big flowery one.  Under the frock went layers of silk and lace petticoats that pushed the skirt of the frock out to wide dimensions and showed off Kevin's bare and hairless pins.  Kevin wore a pair of high heels and carried a small purse.  Belinda styled his hair and taught him how to use make up on his face.  Kevin had submitted to pressure a week before to get his ears pierced and so he was able to wear large gold earrings.

He looked just like a real girl, Belinda had said, and Kevin had had to agree.  All made up as he was he did look an exquisitely pretty lady.  Suzy, dressed in a man's suit, was well pleased with her boyfriend's appearance and took him out to dinner, which she insisted on ordering and paying for.

Kevin sat in the restaurant, feeling ridiculous in his frock and layers of petticoats.  He was gradually getting used to femininity, but he didn't like it.  Not at all.  His masculine instincts frequently rebelled against his feminisation.  But with a girlfriend like Suzy, who took on the traditional male role, Kevin had no choice.

Then the years seemed to go by in a blur.  Suzy did well at school.  Kevin did less well.  Suzy went to college and university whilst Kevin lived at home with his parents.  There was talk of him doing a secretarial course.  After Suzy graduated and landed a good job and bought herself a house she invited Kevin to move in as her boyfriend.  The she proposed to him and they got married.  Kevin made a gorgeous bride in an ivory wedding gown and lace veil.  Thereafter it was Suzy who earned the money and Kevin who looked after the house and did all of the cooking.  He was required to be  the equivalent of a "wife" at social gatherings and so had to wear nice dresses.  He was a housewife in all but name.

Then, Kevin woke up, in a cold sweat.  He was relieved to find his bedroom was still as it had always been and his usual boy's school uniform hanging on the wardrobe door.

Kevin breathed a deep sigh of relief.  It had only been a nightmare......

Saturday, 9 June 2012

Suzy takes on the World - Part Nine - Becoming a Girlfriend

Kevin Connor was confused.  Usually, when it came to relationships, the girls adored him so much that he was always in complete control.  He made the first move, took the girls out on dates, had his way with them and, if they didn't meet his standards, dumped them.

He had had difficult girlfriends and ones that drove him nuts, but always Kevin was in control, never the girl.

Suzy Stanton was different.  A year ago, she wasn't even on his radar as suitable girlfriend material.  He used her to help him do homework assignments as she clearly had a crush on him and was cleverer than he was, but would never get more involved than that.

That had changed six months ago when Suzy had transformed herself from being a small, mousy insignificant schoolgirl into an Amazon with a magnificent physique.  Kevin had been fascinated by Suzy's strength and confidence.  And, also, he had felt emasculated by it, which was why, for once, even though he now fancied Suzy, he could not pluck up the courage to ask her out.  This had never, ever been a problem for him before.

In the end, Suzy had solved the problem for him by marching up to him one day and asking him outright if he wanted a date with her.  Unable to take his eyes off her large muscles and fabulous physique, Kevin had said yes.

From that day forth, Kevin had never been in control of the relationship.  It was Suzy who decided when they would go out, where they would go out and what they would do.  Suzy refused to conform to traditional femininity, eschewing skirts and dresses.  It was Suzy who was the more dominant partner.  It was most disconcerting to Kevin to find himself pinned against a wall whilst Suzy fondled him or to find one of her hands stroking his leg under the table whilst they were eating.

The reality of his relationship had been brought home to him one day when he had been sitting in the school cafeteria with his mates.  Their discussion around football had been interrupted by the sounds of giggling from the table behind.  Kevin had turned around to find one of his ex-girlfriends, Belinda Fox, and two of her soppy friends laughing.

Irritated by the interruption, Kevin had snapped "Something funny girls?"

"Oh, yes" Belinda had replied "You, actually!"

Annoyed Kevin had said "What do you mean, me?  What's so funny about me?"

"All we girls think it's hilarious.  The great Kevin Connor, who could have his pick of any girl in this school, becoming the girlfriend - for that's what you are - of the incredible hulk!".  The three girls dissolved into laughter.

Kevin's felt his face reddening "That's rubbish!  You take that back right now!"

"Or what, Kevin?" asked Belinda sweetly "You'll hit me with your handbag!"

Kevin stormed out and went to the boys' toilets, shaking.  He had tried to convince himself that there was nothing wrong with his relationship with Suzy, but if a bimbo like Belinda could see it then he had to face up to the truth.

He was, in effect, becoming the "girl" in their relationship.  He sat down heavily.  It was a lot to take in.

That evening, Suzy came around to his house.  She had just come straight from the gym and looked fantastic.  She gave him a deep kiss that pleased him.

"Hi sweetheart.  Have you had a good day?" she asked him.

Kevin shrugged.  There was no point telling her about the incident in the cafeteria or how upset he had been about it.

Suzy seemed concerned "You seem unhappy.  But, hey, we've the school prom to look forward to!  We can go together as a couple for the first time!"

That cheered Kevin up.  The chance to wear a tuxedo and look cool, and to have a girl on his arm who was wearing a gorgeous prom dress, there was nothing like it.

"So..." Kevin began "What are you gonna wear for the prom?"

Suzy shrugged "I thought I'd wear a tux".

Kevin jumped up "You can't do that!  That's what the guys wear!"

Suzy was unfazed by his outburst "I most certainly can.  There's no rule against it."

Kevin became pleading "Please, Suzy!  I can't take you to the prom on my arm with you in a tux!  It'll look.....weird!  Can't you wear a dress just this once?"

"Nope" said Suzy "I'm done with dresses and skirts.  I decide what I wear from now on!"

"But....but..." said Kevin "Oh. hell, it was meant to be a big surprise but.."

"But what?" asked Suzy.

"The thing is, Suzy, I told mom that you and I would be going to the prom and, mom being mom, she only went out and bought you a prom dress!  It was very expensive! have to wear it!"

"No, I don't.  I didn't ask her to buy it for me.  You kinda did.  So, it's not really my problem".

Kevin got down on his knees "Suzy please!  Just wear the dress for one evening, that's all I ask!".

"No way.  Your mom will just have to return it cos I'm not wearing it".

And from that standpoint, Suzy would not be budged.  Kevin went to talk to his mom to explain the situation.

"Look mom, perhaps I should have explained that Suzy is not your ordinary girl.  She's not into dresses, so you'll have to send the dress back and get a refund that's all".

Mom shook her head "Not possible.  The store's policy is not to make refunds.  So, what I am supposed to do with a very expensive prom dress?"

"I don't know" Kevin admitted.

"Well, one things for sure, it's not going to waste!  If Suzy won't wear it, then you'll have to!"

"What!  I can't do that!  I'm a boy!"

"This mess is your fault.  If you hadn't told me about the prom or that your girlfriend doesn't like dresses, I wouldn't have bought it.  So, you'll have to pay by wearing the dress yourself.  It's actually very pretty and will suit your complexion quite well!"

So, to his shame, Kevin had to go to the prom wearing a big pink prom dress and high heels and on the arm of his strong, tuxedo clad girlfriend.  When Belinda and the other girls saw him they howled with laughter "Now he really IS the girlfriend!"

Having to dress as a girl made Kevin for the first time appreciate what it must be like to be a girl.  His body was caressed by silk and the feel made his skin shiver.  His arms, legs and shoulders were exposed for the world to see.  He looked (and he had to admit, felt) pretty and feminine.  He was also aware of his vulnerability in those skirts and heels.  Beside his magnificently built girlfriend he looked and felt a lot like a girl.

Suzy was enchanted with his appearance and couldn't keep her hands off him.

Suzy behaved like the boy and Kevin found himself having to play the girl's part. Suzy got him drinks and took care of him.  When they danced, Suzy led and Kevin had to follow. Later, Suzy took him aside and had her way with him.  Used to being the alpha male and in control of everything, it was a sudden shock to find that the boot was on the other foot now and that he found all of his normal masculine instincts melt away to become quite submissive and helpless in the arms of such a strong girl.

He had, unwittingly and unexpectedly, become a "girlfriend"!

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Forbidden Fruit

In the summer of 1900, Edmund Downes and his older sister, Edwina were sent away by their parents to stay with their uncle and aunt and their children, Sybil and Thomas.

Uncle Clarence and Aunt Eustacia lived in a big house in the country, with large gardens, liveried footmen and immaculately uniformed maids.  Uncle Clarence was a Major-General in the army and he was away fighting the Boer War, so that left Aunt Eustacia in charge of both house and children.

It happened to be that two weeks after Edmund and Edwina arrived there was to be a Grand Ball held at the house and all the titled gentlemen and ladies of the county would be there.  The ladies would of course be expected to wear their finest gowns.  Edwina and Sybil, both aged fifteen, were old enough to attend but the boys, each being only thirteen, were still considered to be too young for such an august occasion.

There was a great deal of fuss over the gowns that the three ladies were to wear.  There seemed to be endless fittings and adjustments.  The two boys watched the antics of their aunt and sisters with amusement.

Edmund and Thomas were good friends although Edmund was the dominant personality of the two.  Thomas seemed happy to follow.  They both agreed that their older sisters were haughty and looked down their noses at their younger brothers.

"Honestly" Edmund said one day "Sometimes Edwina treats me just like a servant.  Get that for me Eddie! Bring me my wrap!" he said in a passable imitation of his sister's higher voice.

Thomas giggled "Sybil's just the same.  She orders me around like I'm a maid!"

"Girls!" said Edmund "They think they're so superior!"

"They sure look pretty and they do wear nice things" Thomas observed "Sybil's cleverer than me as well.  I'm a real thicko compared to her!"

Edmund sniffed "Only because she's older.  Girls don't have the capacity for studies like us boys.  We'll soon overtake them, you'll see".

Thomas was suddenly very thoughtful "I wonder what it would be be a girl"

Edmund boxed his ears "Don't be absurd!  Why on earth would anyone WANT to be a girl?  You meant that as a joke right?"

Thomas nodded weakly.

"Come on" said Edmund "Let's forget all about girls and go and play soccer!"

A week later, the boys were bored.  They had played soccer with some of the local boys of the nearby village, but now it was harvest time and the local boys were busy with that.  They had grown tired of all of their other games.  They couldn't even annoy the girls since they were out shopping with Aunt Eustacia and would be gone all day.

"What are we going to do all day?" Edmund asked "I'm bored, bored, bored!"

"I've got an idea" Thomas piped up excitedly.

"Well?" Edmund urged him crossly.

"Why don't we have a peek in my sister's room?  I've always wondered what it looks like".

"We can't go in there!" retorted Edmund "We aren't allowed in there".

"Have you got any better ideas?" Thomas asked him simply.

Edmund didn't.  To his surprise, he found himself warming to the idea.  He was curious himself about how a girl lived.  They crept along to the room of Thomas' sister, Sybil, and ventured inside.

There was a faint odour of perfume.  The bedroom was undoubtedly for a lady.  Thomas unstopped a perfume bottle and smelt it "Violets" he said wonderingly.

"Put it back" Edmund ordered him "They can't know we've been in here".

Thomas put the bottle down, went to a wardrobe and opened it up to reveal an array of brightly coloured dresses and ballgowns.  He took one out and looked on it in wonder.

Edmund snatched it out of Thomas's hand and carefully put the dress back where it had come from "Stop touching things or else they'll realise someone's been in here!"

Thomas pulled the dress out again "We can just say it must have been one of the maids.  The girls can't even dress themselves without help from their maids".

Edmund conceded that Thomas had a point.  He went over to a lacquered chest of drawers and opened one drawer.  He pulled out a pair of pink silk bloomers all covered with red bows.  So, he thought, this is what girls wear underneath all those skirts and petticoats! A curious sensation came over him and he had a sudden urge to try the ridiculous bloomers on.

He tried to dismiss the thought.  He angrily stuffed the bloomers back in the drawer and slammed it shut "We really shouldn't be in here!" he said to Thomas "We ought to leave right now".

But for once Thomas was not in the mood to obey Edmund "I'm not going.  You can if you want to. I think we should dress up like girls.  Only for a short time, just to see what it's like".

Edmund went red at the thought of him and Thomas dressed as girls "Are you mad?  What if we get caught?"

"Who's going to catch us?" asked Thomas "Aunt Eustacia and the girls have gone to town.  It's a three hour trip each way.  And the servants are too busy preparing for the Grand Ball to worry about us.  No-one is going to find out. Come on, admit it, you really wanted to try those bloomers on!"

"I suppose I did" Edmund whispered.

Thomas went over to the door and turned the key.  The boys heard an audible click.  "There" said Thomas "the door is locked.  Even if one of the servants tries to get in here, they'll have to get the master key from the butler first by which time we will have scarpered.  Come on, lets try on some of these clothes!"

Half an hour later, Edmund was wearing those fantastic bloomers under a red satin ballgown and Thomas was wearing a green dress and silk french knickers.  Both boys had festooned themselves with pearl necklaces and bracelets.

It felt good and luxurious to feel silk and satin against their bodies and to wear pretty jewellery.  They peered into the oval mirror that Sybil used when dressing.  Both boys had quite delicate and feminine features and were of small builds so they looked quite convincing as ladies.

It was a pity, the boys decided, that they could not enhance their appearances further by use of corsetry and cosmetics but they knew that there was only so much that they dared do.  Corsets and cosmetics took ages to get on and off.

The boys tried on other dresses and gowns to see what suited them best.  They were really getting into girl mode now.  They now understood why girls needed so many clothes and complained that they had nothing to wear when they had wardrobes stuffed full of clothes!

Edmund had decided on a lilac gown that showed off his small shoulders whilst Thomas seemed to like a pink gown that was all shimmery and shiny.  In fact, he seemed mesmerised by it.  Edmund, the more sensible of the two, had kept an eye on the time.

"We'd better get back into our normal clothes now" he said "Auntie and the girls will be back soon".  Reluctantly, Thomas obeyed and the boys left for their own room.

Once there Edmund said "We can't say anything about what we've just done to anyone.  No-one must ever know so keep silent about it.  Promise?"

Thomas nodded miserably.  Edmund was worried about him.  Edmund had enjoyed the experience, but it was a lark, not to be repeated.  But Thomas seemed preoccupied by it.

The ladies returned, satisfied with their shopping trip, and things returned to normal.  The Grand Ball went ahead and was a great success.  Aunt Eustacia, Sybil and Edwina were all very pleased.  If Sybil had noticed anything amiss in her room, nothing was said.

Then, one morning at breakfast, Aunt Eustacia opened a letter.  Her plucked eyebrows raised in surprise "It's from Lord and Lady Dullarde.  They were guests at the Grand Ball.  They were so impressed with our ball that they've decided to hold one of their own.  And we are all invited.  Even you boys!"

The children were thrilled, but Aunt Eustacia had not finished.

"Oh, how delightful!  It is to be a fancy dress ball!  How exciting!  Whatever shall I wear?"

The boys were asking themselves that very same question when Sybil piped up "I have a wonderful, and very funny, idea.  Why don't we girls go as chaps and the boys go as girls?"

Aunt Eustacia's usually sour face broadened into a smile "I say, I do like that idea!  I can wear Clarence's tuxedo.  What a splendid man I shall make!  That's settled then!"

The boys of course made some mild protests but since they secretly loved the idea of dressing up in Sybil's clothes again they quickly conceded.

On the afternoon of the ball, Sybil took her brother and cousin in hand.  The boys had to wear elaborate and very frilly pantaloons over white silk stockings.  They were put into constrictive and waist reducing corsets.  They were required to wear layers and layers of silk, satin and lace petticoats over hooped skirts.  Their feet were encased in jewelled high heeled shoes that were very difficult to walk in.  The boys both wore pink silk ballgowns that displayed their shoulders, arms and backs.  They were adorned with glittering jewellery.  Their faces were given a thin coating of cosmetics and their lips were rouged.  Edmund and Thomas also wore long blonde wigs crowned with a small tiara and carried tiny purses.

The boys looked at themselves after their transformations and had to admit that they looked extremely convincing.  Stunningly beautiful even.

"You both make very pretty young ladies!" Sybil confirmed "Now, ladies, it's time to leave for your grand debut".

The boys tottered after Sybil, who was dressed in a man's tuxedo and enjoying the freedom, wearing fur wraps to protect them from the cold.  They met Aunt Eustacia and Edwina, both dressed as Sybil now was.  They burst out laughing at the boys' new appearance "My goodness, you both look so much like girls!" Edwina shrieked.

With great difficulty dressed as they were, Edmund and Thomas alighted the coach and got out at the other end.  When they entered the ballroom of the Dullardes, they cringed in horror.

Except for their aunt and sisters, everyone else was dressed normally.  Lord and Lady Dullarde peered at them curiously "My dear Eustacia!  This isn't a fancy dress ball.  Why on earth are you dressed in that get up?"

Aunt Eustacia said "It's just a little joke.  We ladies decided it might be fun to dress as chaps, as a wheeze!"

Lady Dullarde pointed at Edmund and Thomas "But what about those two girls?  They look normal to me.  Why dress three of you as chaps and leave two as girls?"

Sybil answered the question by grasping the wig of each boy and lifting it up to reveal that the two "girls" were in fact boys dressed up as girls.

Lady Dullarde stifled a laugh "Oh, I see!"

"Yes" said Sybil "These two rascals had a poke around in my room whilst I was out and tried on my dresses.  They even wore some of my underwear believe it or not!"

Edmund and Thomas looked at each other.  How could she have known?

"One of the maids saw them leaving my room and my clothes had clearly been tampered with so it wasn't difficult to put two and two together.  So I got my own back by publicly humiliating them, with some help from Auntie and Edwina".

Edmund and Thomas looked at each other again.  They had been outwitted by Sybil and their fetish for wearing girls' stuff had been exposed.  Oh, the shame!  The boys hung their heads as the guests roared with laughter at them.

"Oh, one more thing, ladies " continued Sybil "Since you like wearing girls' frilly knickers and pretty dresses so much and since they suit you so well, it would be a shame to deprive you, so you'll be wearing them all of the time for the rest of the holidays!"

The ballroom was filled with laughter once more.  Edmund and Thomas did not know where to put their faces!

Monday, 4 June 2012

Suzy takes on the World - Part Eight - Damian's Makeover

Damian could hardly believe what his mother and sister had done to him!

Only a month earlier, he had still been a member of one of the toughest gangs on the estate and the undisputed alpha male of his family.  But then Mum had found out about the drugs he distributed on behalf of the gang and that he had been playing truant from school.

Mum had destroyed the drugs.  Without those (or their market value in cash) Damian was in big trouble with his gang.  The only consolation he had was that they would never find him since Mum had moved the whole family out of the estate and into a house in the posh end of town that belonged to a man who Damian had yet to meet.

Mum had been tempted to leave Damian behind, to the not very tender mercies of the gang, but had relented when Damian had begged her to take him with her and had promised to do what he was told from now on.

Mum had decided that, as a means of both punishment and reform, Damian must undergo something called "Petticoat Punishment".  Damian had never heard of such a thing, but he was to learn what it meant very soon.

Shortly after moving in, Damian had been stripped of his expensive shellsuits, trainers and male jewellery.  His masculine diamond earring was removed.  He was made to take a bath that must have contained a powerful depilatory as when he stepped out all of his thick body hair was gone and in its place was smooth, hairless, almost girlish looking skin.

Dressed only in what was obviously a woman's towelling robe and matching fluffy slippers, Damian was ordered to his room.  What he had found there had horrified him.

It had been the complete outfit of a baby.  And a baby girl at that!

Damian had attempted resistance, but to his shame his younger sister Suzy was now far stronger than him and had put him in his place so he had had to submit to having his body powdered with sweet smelling talc and being put into a diaper.  The diaper was extremely uncomfortable but the humiliation of having to wear one was far worse.

Over the diaper went a pair of plastic pants and over those went a pair of white panties that were generously frilled and flounced on both front and back and with cute pink bows strategically placed to confirm the gender of their wearer.  A white lace vest was put onto Damian, followed by his baby dress, a pure white satin gown with lace embroidery detail and a deep collar.  The dress left most of Damian's arms and legs bare.

To his shame, woollen white booties and mittens were put on his feet and hands and he had to submit to wearing a white baby bonnet with deep frilled edging.  A pink dummy was put into his mouth and he was ordered not to remove it without permission.

The bedroom assigned to him was very babyish and very girly.  The wallpaper was a pale pink with bunnies and flowers on it, there was a white cot and playpen, and lots of soft toys.  The cot and playpen were constructed with lockable lids so that once Damian was put into them, he was a prisoner.  There were also bars on the window and the bedroom door was also locked once Damian was left alone inside.

Damian was not allowed to watch any television or play any computer or hand-held games.  He could only play with his soft toys.  At meal times, he was treated completely as a baby.  He had to wear a plastic pink bib and he was force fed baby food.  He was not allowed to feed himself.

Nor was he allowed to use the toilet.  He had to go in his diaper.  At first, he tried to resist pooping in his diaper, but it was impossible, and so he had to have his diapers changed for him, which was very humiliating.

At seven o clock every evening, Damian was fed a bottle of warm milk and put to bed.

Resistance was futile.  His sister was now far stronger than him and capable of giving him a sound spanking which made him cry.  He soon learnt not to resist, but it was so humiliating to be treated like a baby.

Actually, being treated like a baby was bad, but being treated like a girl was worse. Far worse.  Everything from his clothes, his underwear, his toys and surroundings marked him as being feminine. When his hair grew, it was styled into ringlets and even had pink bows tied in it.  Both of his ears were now pierced and he had little golden studs.  When he saw himself in the mirror he flushed with shame because he looked very girlish and very adorable.  But he felt ridiculous all of the time.

To make matters worse, Damian could see no end to his enforced babyhood and feminisation.  One day, to his horror, Suzy and Mum had returned from shopping trip from Adora Baby Boutique with elaborate and very frilly baby dresses and underwear.  Damian had no choice but to submit to wearing the ultra feminine attire.  The feminisation was having an effect on his personality.  He was becoming more obedient and submissive in order to win approval.

Finally, the ultimate humiliation occurred.  Mum announced that henceforth, he would have to answer to a girl's name.  He was Rosemary from now on.  His new name was printed on his bib.

From a gang member, Damian had been reduced to being a helpless baby girl!