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Alice by BryanDoug
"Alice, you come right down here immediately!, Your friend Millie is here to see you"
Alice trembled at the thought. Millie was the last person on earth he wanted to see, especially like THIS. But the poor child knew full well what would be the consequences of disobedience. That sort of thing had gotten him into this fix in the first place. There was no putting off complying with his mother's command, of that he had no doubt.
He looked into the full length mirror in the upstairs hall while passing. Even after three weeks he still was not used to his reflection. A pretty little 9 year old girl in a pink party dress looked back....and yet he knew, or thought that he knew, that he was really a 15 year old boy. A bit small for his age, perhaps, but a boy, none the less.
For the last three weeks the women of the house had been determined to make him forget that. It was becoming ever clearer to him that this was not just a short punishment, but a concerted plan to change his status permanently. OK, so he had been a bit of a brat, but...this? He tried to smooth the full skirt down before descending the stairs. The damn frock was too short. what with all those petticoats, the lace on his panties was in view if he bent over in the slightest....and that exposure resulted in an instant swat on his nylon covered bottom. What with all that spanking and those humiliating injections, his bottom seemed always tender of late. Those short dresses gave the women of the house easy access to his ever more girlish rear.
Alice really tried to descend the stairs like a lady. He felt that he might as well try his best not to look too ridiculous before Millie. With every step he took his petticoats and skirt ballooned up, so he had to resort to keeping his wrists close to his side to keep his skirts down. Millie could not help but notice his futile attempts to conceal the expanse of lacy petticoats and smiled.
"Hi ALICE" She could hardly keep the delight out of her voice. "Your new dress is very pretty. You look just lovely. I can see why your mother thought that you would be better in skirts. They definitely suit you"
Each word was like a new assault on his every diminishing masculinity. "You never were much of a boy anyway, I like you ever so much more as a girl"
And with that she took him by the hand and led him out to the garden. There was no point in trying to resist. Millie, at 15 was already 5'8" tall and 130 pounds and had a ripe figure in contrast with his childish one. She outweighed him by an easy 30 pounds and in her heels was at least 10 inches taller than he was. In her slim skirt, heels and crisp cotton blouse she looked very mature for her age in stark contrast to his puerile outfit. As he was reluctantly pulled along he had an opportunity to get a good look at his full rounded curves and caught himself wondering what it felt like to have such full breasts and a rounded bottom.
It was well for him that he did not know that he would find out, first hand, soon enough.
Millie led him to the swings and fussed with his dress till she was satisfied that he was properly ensconced on his swing. She took the next one, casually revealing a good deal of thigh and lace trimmed panty in the process. The message was not lost on Alice. Why should she care? There were obviously no boys around.
"Sweetie, your mother told me ALL about you." She gushed in obvious delight. "You are going to just love being a girl, and I am going to have such fun teaching you....in fact, I bet that Harriet, Robin, and Lillian will hardly be able to wait to see you once I tell them ALL about you"
"ALL about me?"
"Why Alice...oh I do love your new name...it's just perfect!, you are going to make a lovely girl. Besides, I understand that you have had a visit to the doctor....." She giggled.
"But she said that she would not tell" he whimpered. "Oh Millie, how could she have let them do this to me?"
"Sweetie, it really is for the best, you know. Besides, it is far too late to change back again, from what she told me." At least she sounded sympathetic and was not making fun of him.
"Look" she said, jumping off her swing and taking hold of his hands in hers.
"We are going to be the best of friends. You will love the pajama parties and the shopping....oh that's the most fun....and wait till you discover boys...or when they discover you" she teased.
A gust of August wind suddenly blew up the child's skirt and petticoat. Millie's inspection of his pretty pink panties was obvious. You could not blame her curiosity. Alice blushed from his toes to his hair.
Millie covered her mouth with her hand trying to conceal her laughter. She knew that he was terribly embarrassed. In spite of that she could not stifle the involuntary exclamation "It really is true!!"
Alice fixed his gaze on an ant traversing the sand in front of his swing. There was no denying the obvious. He would not even be out of place in a bikini at a pool party. The doctor had seen to that!
Suddenly the tears began to flow. For a month he had tried to be brave, but now, the full significance of the changes that had taken place hit him.
Millie took him in her arms like a baby and brought him over to a garden bench. She held him on her lap like a child as his sobs continued. "There, there, sweet, things will be fine, I know you will soon get used to it, and then you will love being a girl, You'll see." She stroked his hair which was longish for a boy and so looked quite in place for a young girl. It was so soft.....wasted on a boy.
"Do you really think that I will get to like it?" he whimpered.
"Sweetie, you will be a lovely girl, we all will help you."
The last, rather than comforting him, only increased his sobbing. Finally, in exasperation, Millie remembered her mother's way of stopping such petulant crying.
"If you don't stop crying this very moment, I will give you something to cry about"
And so it was that, as his mother came out into the garden, she found him lying on Millie's lap with his skirts and petticoats up exposing his cute bottom with its unmistakable signs of a recent spanking. Even more amazing was the beatific smile on his face as Millie gently massaged his tender posterior.
"Yes, the die is cast now. Alice is with us to stay," she thought. "I suppose we ought to be making arrangements to transfer him to St Mary's for the fall term"
It was almost as if she had prearranged it. As she walked closer she could hear Millie saying "Now Alice, you really should be in St Mary's with me in the fall. I could walk you to school every day. Won't you like that?" His reply was so soft that his mother could not make it out, but apparently Millie was satisfied because she continued. "You are still a bit too little to go to class with me in the 10th grade. If I were your mother I would enroll you in the middle school. You are about the size of the other girls in the 7th grade"
"Makes good sense" his mother thought, "and considering his awful academic high school record it would not hurt to have him repeat those subjects. Besides, he has a lot of time to make up in learning how to be a girl."
"Millie, what a wonderful idea! How would you like to come with me to the mall. Alice is going to need a new fall wardrobe for school. I know that SHE will love having you help pick it out"
Alice began to whimper again. He remembered the last shopping trip, only two days ago when they bought him the dress he was now wearing. He knew that the next one would be a repeat of the last. Not only had his mother made the clerks aware of his status, but he was treated like a not too bright pre-teen miss who had to have all her decisions made for her. They talked about him as if he wasn't even there. It was all he could do to keep from crying when his mother casually told the pretty young salesgirl ALL about him before the girl propelled him into the changing rooms to try on the dress. If the try-ons were embarrassing, having to stand quietly while the salesgirl buttoned up the back of his dress and adjusted his petticoats, if anything, modeling it had been worse. It seemed that every one of the store staff just had to "help" in the sale.
He would never forget her saying "He looks just darling, don't you think? He will wear it home."
And so he did, though not without the further embarrassment of stopping for tea at a local restaurant frequented by his mother, where he was introduced to the mysteries of the powder room. He had been sitting at the table with growing discomfort. The three glasses of water his mother had him drink did not diminish it either. In retrospect he realized that she had intended this all along. He had begged her to go home, but she merely acted surprised. "Darling, we can take care of that little problem easily." She had motioned to the waitress, a trim young woman in her early twenties, "Could you take little Alice to "freshen up"?"
The waitress had taken him by the hand and led him nearly the whole length of the restaurant, his short petticoats rustling and giving amused matrons a view of his new undies. The waitress had left him in front of a door with a stylized silouette picture of a woman in a wide skirt. He could not deny that this was the right place for him now. The worst part was that it was so ordinary. No one gave him a second glance as he entered the booth and relieved himself. Since his visit to the doctor he no longer could stand to void. The mass of petticoats presented a bit of a problem, but that too was solved. He remembered being concerned that he might not get them to hang properly after and being ashamed at the thought. As he returned to the table he saw his mother's satisfied expression and knew that things would never be the same again for him.
FIN
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