Tricked Into Feminization

Part 4

The next morning his mother and aunt burst into the room and threw open the curtains. Frank sat up in the bed and looked down at his pink nightie and sighed. It wasn't a nightmare.

His mother opened the wardrobe. She selected a yellow dress with pink trimming. "This will go well with your pink nails." Frank desperately hoped that they were just teasing him and weren't going to go through with it. But she threw the dress over his head and zipped him up. His aunt came from the chest of drawers. A pair of lacey white tights dangled from her hands. "These pretty things will go perfectly with it."

Frank was pushed down on the bed and despite trying to make it difficult for them to get the tights over his feet the two women succeeded and soon they were pulled up over his bottom. They decided that his pink frilled ankle socks from the wedding outfit would go perfectly with his pink trimmed dress.

His aunt found a large white bag in the shelf above the dresses. She took it down and pulled from it a petticoat of several layers of organza. "This will go under that dress nicely." She made him step into the petticoats, pulled them up under his dress and buttoned it tightly at his waist. His mother smoothed his dress out over his petticoats.

He looked in the mirror. The petticoats made the dress much shorter on him. He winced. His aunt produced a pair of t-bar shoes with a fairly high heel and buckled them on his feet. She pulled him up and he tottered forward. He leaned forward to try to see the shoes but couldn't see below his petticoats. His mother was behind him. "Young man, you mustn't show off your bottom like that!"

Once again whenever Frank leaned forward his petticoats tipped up at the back. He straightened up double quick. His aunt went to the chest of drawers again – always a bad sign for Frank. She took out a pair of yellow panties with rows of white lace on them. He sighed heavily again but she left the room with them which puzzled him.

By the time she returned his mother had placed a large white hat on his head circled, with a yellow ribbon that was tied in a bow at the back with the loose ends trailing down the back of his dress. He was wearing white gloves that had wide lace at the wrists and were open at the ends of the fingers to show off his long pink nails. He clutched a yellow handbag. She seemed to have rouged his cheeks but that could have been just because he was looking at himself in the mirror.

His aunt had the yellow panties. She turned them around and held the back of them up. She had sown on a panel between the lower two rows of lace with words on it. It said "Please spank me."

She pushed the stunned boy onto the bed and pulled the frilly panties on over his shoes and up under his petticoats. When she was done he stood up and turned his back to the mirror. He leaned forward a little and could see the lowest row of lace on his panties. Just a little more and "Please spank me" became visible. "Mom!" But she was just sniggering.

His mother and aunt stood in front of him in his high heels, short dress, petticoats, lacey tights, pink frilled ankle socks, white gloves and be-ribboned hat and yellow handbag and smiled. "That should keep you out of mischief." Frank tried to use his handbag to keep his petticoats down. His hat seemed a little unstable and he put his white-gloved right hand up to steady it and immediately wondered if that was enough for his dress to ride up and reveal the message on his panties.

Angela came in dressed in a shirt and trousers and roared laughing as Frank cringed. His mother waved a finger at him. "Get one grain of dirt on your clothes or tear any of that lace or get a run in your tights and you'll be in even bigger trouble!" What bigger trouble could he be in than this?

He was pushed to the door, tottering in his heels. Outside a breeze blew and he couldn't make up his mind whether he most needed to hold his hat on or keep his petticoats down. The heels forced him to take lots of dainty unsteady steps towards the car. His mother smiled. "We should make him wear those shoes all the time." Frank was startled. His feet were already hurting from the heels.

Angela opened the back door of the car for him, only too pleased to facilitate her big brother being driver to church in his ultra sissy outfit. His aunt locked the front door of the house. He had no choice but to get in.

It took several attempts to get his petticoats in the door and smoothed under his bottom. His main concern was to ensure that Angela didn't see the message on his panties.

When the car pulled up outside church he wanted to die. Hundreds of people milled around chatting. They were all in their Sunday best. He could see some girls clearly unhappy having to wear a dress but they had it lucky compared to him.

His mother opened the door. He couldn't make himself get out. "Get out little missy and smile or I'll tell everyone you are a boy." Frank cringed. He put a frilly ankle out onto the tarmac. He got out and desperately pushed his petticoats down at the back. Of course he couldn't really see if they were ok and his mother offered no help. He was terrified his 'spank me' message might be seen.

Heads turned and looked him up and down as he tottered nervously clutching his bag. They couldn't decide which was more ridiculous his petticoats, the lacey tights on his long legs or the frilly ankle socks. He didn't know much about female fashion but he was 100% sure this was not how a teenage girl was supposed to dress. If they knew he was a boy!

He struggled to keep the smile as he walked towards the church door. They passed a clutch of teenage girls. He overheard: "OMG! I mean, like, what age is she, six?" followed by sniggers.

They went in the church porch and through the doors. The aisle was tiled and Frank's heels clacked loudly causing heads to turn. Just what he needed, more attention!

His mother chose a pew. He followed but his petticoats were wider than the gap between the seats. He pushed them through and made damn sure to hold his petticoats down at the back when sitting.

The service involved repeated standing, kneeling and sitting. Each movement required desperate adjustment of his petticoats. Angela clearly delighted in his torture.

Outside a neighbour invited them back for tea and cakes. His mother readily accepted. Frank tried to keep the smile on his face but despaired.