It was time for the holidays, and Niki and I were in a limousine to spend the holidays at his grandmother's . Let me tell you, she lived in the middle of nowhere. Niki's grandmom lived in an old cottage in the middle of the countryside. It was surrounded by farm animals, such as cattle and sheep. In the back of the house were some woods. The cottage was a nice white-washed cottage that even had a thatched roof. It had lovely flower beds in front of it.
Niki's grandmother was standing at the doorway, waiting for us. She was a small, plump woman with rosy cheeks and a huge smile on my face. She told me that she knew that I was a prince, but she did not want to curtsy to me as her old bones could not cope with it . She also suggested I call her Claire, as I already had a grandmother. I agreed to call her Miss Claire. Niki and I would be in the same room, which excited us both. There were no cribs or baby things like we were used to at the institute, and Miss Claire did her best to make me feel welcome. For the first time in weeks, I started smiling. I felt so free here.
Miss Claire told us she got instructions from the institute. We should still dress and act like girls. That meant being ladylike, polite, and submissive. We were to look pretty all the time. On top of all this, we were to sleep in a nursery. This was the same letter my parents got when I went home for Christmas. My parents did everything the letter said. Miss Claire did not. She threw the letter in the fireplace and said that while we were here, we would be the children that we were meant to be. We would not be told what to do. The only thing that we would have to do was still wear diapers, as our bladders were now too weak.
Then Miss Claire said that she would like to speak with me in private while Niki is unpacked. She heard that I was unhappy at the institute. I told Miss Clara that I did not agree to be a sissy. I was forced to be one. I accepted being turned into a sissy because I did not want to be punished , and besides that, everyone else was the same. However, I do not understand why they destroyed my bladder and made me start lisping. My grandmother said I did not have to go back. Miss Claire put her hand on my shoulder and said Niki would be devastated if I left the institute, but she understood me. Niki was born feminine and had no problems being a sissy. However, this was Nik's choice. Miss Claire told me that I had to decide my identity. I had to decide if the institute was a good place for me.
When Niki came out, he had some play clothes on. It was leggings and a top with a fairy on it. Miss Claire told me that I should get out of my school clothes. She asked me if I wanted to wear girly clothes like Niki or if I wanted to wear boy clothes. I was silent for some time until Niki started laughing and said that I had forgotten how to decide for myself . We were so used to the institute deciding. I whimpered that I would like to wear boy clothes, so before I knew it, I had on jeans, a T-shirt, and old, worn-out sneakers. I no longer had any pastel-coloured frills on my body. I was a boy once again.
Niki's only comment was to say that I looked different. Then he looked me in the eye and said the time for talking and whining was over. We were on holiday, which meant that we did not have to listen and should have fun like kids should. Niki then told me he wanted to show me the best place on earth . He dragged me into the woods behind his grandmother's house. To me, it just looked like any other I have seen, except this place had a campfire and a cave in which he made a cosy hangout area. Niki told me that this was his magical forest. I laughed at this and said there was nothing magical about it. This made Niki roll his eyes and explain that I was not a child of the magical forest. When I was a child, I could see the magic in the forest. A child of the magical forest can see things such as unicorns, fairies, elves, and magical plants. When Niki asked me if I wanted to be a child of the magical forest, I became very enthusiastic and told Niki I would do anything to become a child of the magical forest.
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Royal Frills
Ficción GeneralPrince Taylor is just a boy that gets in a lot of trouble. Some say that he is spoiled and some say he has a problem with temper tantrums. His parents are very worried... so worried that they are sending their son to the Victorian Virtue Institute. ...