Andrew in Wonderland

Chapter 10: The Hallway Window

Days had begun to fly by as Andrew slowly acclimated to his new larger living environment. Every day he would take part in the normal regiment: playing with the other sissies in the morning, participating in an ever-growing selection of classes in the afternoon, and chores in the evening before their bedtime story, then lights out. With each passing day, he seemed to improve, slipping little by little into what the maids would call "his destiny." One thing that wasn't improving, however, was his potty training.

After a full week, he had accumulated only three hearts on his training chart, one of the worst of all the sissies. He hadn't even regained full control of his bowels, he would suddenly feel the need to go just seconds before his body began to push it out. Andrew's only fight against it was to manually focus hard on clenching his weak anal muscles. Playing one day, he let his guard down for only a few minutes and was only alerted to the fact that he had gone by the added weight in the back of his diaper. It would take him until the third day of training to successfully make it to the potty at all. He sat on the potty for what felt like hours trying to relax every muscle in his body and prayed to every god he could think of. Just as his time was about to expire, a tinkle emerged from his clit, the drops made a loud 'plink' sound as they one by one fell into the plastic potty. The tinkle became a stream, then a geyser, and Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. He could do it, he thought. Miss Mia stood over him surveying the ordeal.

"Great work Alice! I knew you could do it!", she kneeled and gave him a half hug as his pee stream faded. Andrew looked down at the pink bowl of yellow liquid between his legs. He was embarrassed to think this was the most accomplished he'd ever felt before.

Throughout the week Andrew had experienced a myriad of different classes, some made sense while others seemed completely random to him. He had makeup class, cooking, waitressing, Housecleaning, And finally now, Posture.

"Yes, like that good job sissies!" Miss Katrina, a maid whom Rose had told him directed the nymph nursery, said. She spoke in a thick accent that Andrew could not quite place, and stood at the front of the classroom. All the desks and chairs had been pushed to the walls and the sissies stood in neat rows. Each one upright with perfect posture, their hands clasped in front and their legs together. Over the course of the last hour and a half, they had been rigorously taught the perfect way to look prim and proper when doing anything from standing to walking to sitting and everything in between. Miss Katrina walked up and down the aisles scanning for imperfections. She grabbed the leg of the sissy standing diagonally to Andrew. The sissy jumped, scared by the unexpected touch.

"A sissy must never falter when touched in such a way," Miss Katrina said, looking unimpressed, "Go up front and bend over my chair, I will give you your punishment in a moment."

The class continued as she returned to her desk, bent the sissy over her lap, pulled its diaper down, and began spanking.

"Good sissies! Now Curtsy!" She said. Andrew listened to the instructions through the sissy's sobs and the slaps of the paddle.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

After class, it was off to chores. Andrew and the others had been doing chores during the two-hour period after their class time since when they had moved to the bigger room. Andrew recalled a speech Miss Mia gave to them before they started their first day: 'It's the primary job of the sissy to do the household chores, and since this is your household, it's time you start doing your duties.'

Chores were delegated by the week. Cleaning, cooking, unmaking, and remaking the beds, among others.

This week Andrew found himself on laundry duty. Each day he, Rose, and several others were led down the hall, past the classroom, and into a smaller room on the far end. On one side of the room sat an enormous wall of washing machines, the ones that lined the top row being so high that Andrew couldn't even reach them. A gigantic rack took up one-third of the room on the other side. In the middle, at least 10 decently sized baskets of feminine clothes which the sissies wore yesterday sat ready for his attention. As he had done on the previous days of the week, he got right to work sorting clothes and loading machines. Once they finished he would ring them out and hang them on the racks to dry. He made sure to take proper care during all the steps, doing them just as he was taught. He did not want to face the retribution if any of them happened to turn out wrinkly. Other than the fear of punishment looming over him, Andrew found the laundry process relaxing and actually sort of fun. In fact, having to do any sort of work at all after so long seemed quite fun to him. It was like he was a child playing pretend. Pretending to be an adult. Then again at this point, who's to say he wasn't?