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I was so taken with the picture Jane send last week and her account of how it arose that I felt I needed to write a story about it. I know Susan used to publish stories on some occasions but if you don't want to publish this I can always use it elsewhere under my pen name John Silver. I have given the boy the name of James Abbot and this is the story: - At first James was sorry that when is parents divorced. His elder sister Irene went with his father while he stayed with his mother. Since he was about 6 or 7 years old he had been in the habit of sneaking into Irene's room and trying on her clothes whenever the opportunity arose. This was quite often as his father worked away a lot and his mother liked to take Irene on long shopping trips for very pretty dresses leaving James alone in the house for several hours. His disappointment soon faded when he realised that at 16 he was nearly a big as his mother so her clothes would fit him just as well. It was over a year before his mother caught him. She had been going to a meeting one Saturday and as soon as James was certain she had gone he tried on her new panty and petticoat set. It was not a problem as she had worn it the day before so it was still in the laundry basket waiting to be hand washed. He was admiring himself in the hall mirror when she walked in. It was later he found out her car had broken down and had been towed to the garage so she had walked home. As she opened the door James stood petrified to the spot and his mother took one look of amazement. Then her expression changed to anger for an instant then to an amused smile. "Well well what have we here? James spluttered and said, "Oh mother I just, well I thought ah well I will go and get changed." "Oh no you won't my girl. You stay right were you are." In two strides she was right up to him and her hand bag was open. "Stay still." She ordered and James froze as she started to apply make-up to his face. She worked quickly then she said "Don't you dare move. Do you hear?" "Yes mother." Was all he could say. She went up stairs and a few minutes later came back with a box and some ribbons. James was still facing the hall mirror and he could see her bunching his hair in two side bunches and securing them with pink ribbons then she put a diamante necklace round his neck and clipped two earrings to his ears before clipping a matching bracelet on his wrist. "Come." She said grabbing him by the wrist and she took him into the lounge. She took him over to the patio windows and stood him to one side. She placed one hand on his hip and the other she put by his side raised to show the bracelet. "Now my girl you stand there until I tell you to move." "Yes Mother." James said. She left the room and ten minutes later returned with a cup of coffee and some biscuits. She placed these in the coffee table and sat down facing James. "Please mother can I go and get changed?" "Indeed you can't my girl. You're as pretty as a picture and pictures are ornaments so you are an ornament so you stand there for me or anyone else who happens to call to enjoy." Without knowing it Mrs Abbot had said something significant. One of the thoughts in the back of James' mind when he was trying on Irene's clothes or is mothers was that one day he may be made to try them. He never identified who would make him do this but now it was happening and a thrill or excitement went though his body. Over an hour went by while Mrs Abbot read the newspaper occasionally glancing at her new room decoration then she said "All right James. You can go and get changed." "Yes mother." "You got those out of the laundry basket I suppose?" "Yes mother." "In that case you can hand wash them and any other undies in there and hang them on the line. They should be dry by dinner time so after dinner you can iron them if necessary and put them away." "Yes Mother. James replied and hurried off to change and get on with, as far as he was concerned, a delightful task. Over dinner Mrs Abbot got the full history of his dressing activities from James. Eventually he said, "I'm sorry Mother. I will try not to dress any more." "Oh but you will my lad. Not in my things though. I miss taking Irene shopping for pretty clothes but now I have got you instead. "Please mother not for girls things." "Oh yes and if I get any trouble from you you will be trying them on in the shop." James blushed and once again started to get excited. After dinner Mrs Abbot said, "Before you iron my undies you can clear the table and fill the dishwasher then clean the kitchen. " "Must I." "Yes you must but you can put one of my aprons on. A frilly one if you like. Tomorrow we can buy you some of your own." It was quite late when James joined his mother in the lounge "Have you finished James?" "Yes Mother." "Good. I have been thinking. Irene used to have some regular chores and since you are sort of taking her place you can have some. So from now on clearing the table and washing up is your job and you can do the laundry as well." "Yes Mother." "Good and since you will be washing the bed linen you can change the beds every Saturday and make mine for me every morning before you go to college." "Oh Mother must I?" "Yes you must but don't forget the rewards. Nice pretty aprons and of course if you do you work nicely pretty dresses as well." And so it was. Although he pretended not to like it he really enjoyed shopping with his mother for nice pretty clothes and he soon had all girls undies to wear. He had several aprons all pretty and frilly. It took several months of carefully doing his chores before he got a blue gingham dress with a nice white apron. James did quite well in his final exams but then it was a question of what he was going to do for a job. "Lets not worry about it for a few months." His mother said "My boss has asked me to take on some extra projects so I will need extra help in the house. You can do that and I will teach you some new skills." James was quite happy doing housework. His mother bought him two more dresses, more aprons and more undies. Mrs Abbot was quite pleased with his performance and even started to call him Jenny when he was dressed as a girl. One evening after dinner she said. "Now Jenny I have a nice surprise for you. It will be your 19th birthday soon and I have joined a ladies group and this will please you. It is for ladies who dress their sons as girls." "Really mother." "Yes really. On your birthday they will be having a competition for the most feminine boy from the group and I have entered you." "Oh no please mother not in front of other people." "Now don't be silly Jenny just do as your told. I am going to get you a complete new outfit. The dress will have to be made so we are going tomorrow evening to a lady who will measure you up for it and make it. Wear your pink gingham tomorrow you look really sweet in that." James was both frightened and excited. The actual experience was incredible. He was a boy being measured as a girl for a girl's dress. Had not his mother put him in tight panti-girdle it could have been even more embarrassing. Eventually the day came and James or now definitely Jenny was looking at her image in the hall mirror. Had he been real girl he would still have been embarrassed because the dress was a very pale blue organza material with a white flower pattern which fell to calf level. It has short puff sleeves and a dark blue sash with matched the blue petticoat that peep from under the hem. His shoes were black Mary Janes with while frilled ankle socks and he was clutching a blue handbag. His mother had clipped a pearl necklace on him and he wore a girl's watch on one wrist and a matching bracelet on the other. He know realise why she had told him not to get his hair cut but to wear it in a pony tail as now is was draped over his ears just down to his chin with a fringe across his forehead. His mother had spent an hour on his make-up and James had to admit he looked very feminine. When they arrived at the hall that the group had hired Mrs Abbot put James in a side room and locked the door. He just had to stay there until the judging started then she lead him into the room in front of all the mothers. There was a round of applause and Mrs Abbot was awarded the prize. "Now ladies said the organiser time for refreshments I think. Come on girlies get your aprons on and start serving." The feminised boys started towards a box in one corner and James started to follow. "Oh no Jenny not you my dear." The organiser said, "You're mother is the winner just wait there." She called to the first two boys to don their aprons. "Annie and Christine get the plinth out." "Yes madam" the girly boys chorused and a few moments later came in with a round gold coloured plinth which they placed by the organiser. "Right Jenny up you go. You're on display to show off your mother's handywork." James had no choice and his mother was smiling with pleasure. As she sat enjoying her the refreshments served by one of the pretty boys one a lady who she had met a couple of times came and sat beside her. "Congratulations Mrs Abbot." She said "Do you mind me asking but how old is Jenny." "Nineteen today." "What a nice present for her. Is she working?" "Well not outside at the moment. I am using her as a sort of housemaid. Why do you ask?" "I have a problem. My Malcolm or Mary as he is today is about to be promoted and his employers are sending him abroad. I have an excellent housekeeper, Mrs Green, but she has got used to Mary helping her in the house evenings and weekends. Now I don't want to lose her so I was thinking of taking on a full time maid to work under her guidance. I am sure she would be quite happy to train a novice if she could be sure the girl would not put her out of a job." "How could she be sure of that?" "Well of course she couldn't but she may think it unlikely if she had a boy being used as a girl to train. I mean I am sure she would see he did not get any ideas above his station." "You could be right. When would you want him to start?" "Well Malcolm goes next weekend so as soon after that at possible." "What about uniforms/" "Oh I would pay for those but it would help if you could buy them during the week and give me the bill." "Well I don't see any problems with that. I am reducing my hours at work so I don't need so much help in the house. Did you want him to live in?" "Not necessarily you don't live far from me do you?" "No about ten minutes walk. Will you need him to serve dinner?" "I think Mrs Green could handle that except for special occasions." "Well that sounds acceptable. I can still use him in the evenings. What would the salary be?" "The standard rate for domestics and I could have it paid direct into your account if you like." "Good idea. Monday week it is then, What time?" "Eight sharp and report to Mrs Green at the kitchen door. It may be an idea to call during the week when you have him in uniform for inspection." "Of course." Mrs Abbot said and held out her hand to shake on the deal and smiling at her son posing nicely on his plinth she went on. "I am looking forward to telling Jenny the news. She is going to be so surprised." Maid Angela Thank you for your letter Angela. I'm sure the ladies did the right thing, it's just amazing to me how many males think they can get away with treating us as second class citizens and I hope this will be a lesson to all you ladies out there to take control of the situation. Auntie Helga |