GAMES THAT SISSIES PLAY!

 

Cousin Ann's eleventh birthday party was one occasion I was never likely to forget, although it was many years ago. A written invitation had arrived a couple of days beforehand and since it was a midweek party and Mum was working late, so she suggested I take the opportunity to go along after school even if only for the tea. "What with all those sissy girls!" I countered with apparent disgust, but finally tempted by the promise of jellies, sweets and cakes normally reserved for such an occasion in the days of food rationing following the second world war.

  I assumed that my invite to my cousin's party was reciprocated by her invitation to my rowdy all-boy affair nine weeks earlier, when she came into the games room wearing a brand new yellow satin party frock, as she declared - "Do you like my pretty dress?" - a plea which was totally ignored by the boys wrestling on the floor in the middle of the room. But from my vantage point as I lay face up at the bottom of the pile I could see it was a lovely dress and I had a clear view up between her legs, past her pouffy net petticoats to her lacy panties which I found a delightful sight as I tried to grab her by the ankle and pull her down into the melee but she squealed in horror, stamped her tiny foot on my outstretched hand and beat a hasty retreat from the room.

So that fateful day arrived and I found myself noisily trundling my way towards Aunt's house, which was a mile from my school, one foot on the kerb, and the other in the gutter as I kicked an empty tin-can relentlessly towards my goal, still debating, finger in mouth whether to about turn and go home instead, - after all my baby brother was being cared for until later in the evening so I would have the house to myself, so I could always throw a bucket of water out of our upstairs window and disrupt the neighbourhood girls playing their silly games in Mrs. Brown's back yard or I could always terrorise Mr.Jones's chickens or irritate Mr. Johnson's vicious pit bull terrier even further! But I continued on my shiftless way, eventually arriving outside my cousin's house, and giving the tin-can one final swipe with my foot and watching it clatter across the road in front of a passing car before running up the garden path and ringing at the door-bell.

"Oh! It's you making all that racket out in the road! - Decided to come then! - Trust you to be first!" Hands on hips, my Aunt eyed me up and down, noting the care and attention I had taken over my appearance,  battered cap at its rakish angle scarcely covering overlong hair, brown blazer with the torn badge pocket half hanging off, a shrivelled piece of material wrapped round my neck clumsily masquerading as a tie, my shirt hanging from the front of my trousers below which hung the hems of a ragged edge pair of whitish grey underpants, muddied grey knee-socks, one still held neatly in place with an elastic band, while the other? Well it was keeping my lace-up shoes company, even though the shoe laces were trailing untied on the ground. I was a boyhood vision of sartorial elegance which my Aunt failed to appreciate, since she was elegantly dressed in a red two piece straight skirt and jacket contrasting with a white lacy blouse, while on her feet were shiny black shoes with high heels, while the faultless makeup she was wearing was spoilt by her scowl of disapproval as she sneered. "Fortunately for you,  your uncle is working late and I know he already has a bone to pick with you over the damage you caused in our brand new bathroom suite when you came round for your weekly bath the other day, and apparently since you will be the only boy here this evening don't disgrace us in front of your cousin's girlfriends, or he will hear about that as well, so come in, wipe your filthy shoes on the mat and make yourself scarce in the lounge while I help your cousin finish dressing." Lamely I followed my Aunt into the house,  my senses assailed by the delicate smell of her perfume wafting in the air as I wandered awkwardly into the living-room, flopped down in an armchair by the fireplace and listened to the sound of Aunt's glass nylon stockings rubbing sensuously together as she trotted off upstairs to Ann's bedroom.

  I reflected that my Aunt had never been very keen on boys - in fact her favourite recitation instilled into her daughter was 'What little boys and little girls made of?' and delivered by cousin Ann as vehamently as possible whenever I was present, although to me she was never the 'sugar and spice' type and her poem seemed to be something of a brain-washing ritual, perhaps with the intention of co-ercing me into more reasonable behaviour than I normally displayed on such occasions. But I laughed inwardly, anticipating the tricks I could get up to as the evening progressed, especially with Uncle Alex not being present to keep me in check, although he seemed rather a wimp, always wearing a ladies frilly apron round the house when I was ever there. Ethel was the powerhouse, so her family was able to enjoy a lifestyle way beyond my mother's means but Aunt was quite generous in some ways. She was the behavioural theraphist and deputy school governor at Ann's school, and held in awe by those she came into contact with, all except me of course, Ha! Ha!!.

I was a two months older than my cousin, who, being an only child was spoiled rotten by her mother and cossetted and pampered with an excess of care and attention, but she was an outstanding swimmer and athlete for her age, and displayed a keen competitive spirit, and she was even taller than me which I had to admit resenting. Aunt preferred to wrap her little darling in cotton wool, so invested much time and money in buying her the prettiest clothes that rationing, money or the black market would permit in order to try to curb her athleticism, although Ann did enjoy dressing as a girl and not as a tom-boy.

My reverie was disturbed as my cousin clip-clopped into the room closely followed by her mother. Ann was wearing a yellow satin frock, with a ruched bodice panel decorated with white anglais lace, the waist nipped-in with a velvet sash, tied in a large bow at the back, whilst her shapely arms were flattered by short puffed sleeves,  and a peter pan collar, also edged with lace, whilst white ankle socks and yellow satin shoes decorated with satin bows  completed her ensemble. She took the hems of her dress between her fingers , and gave  me a mock curtsey - " How do I look Brian?" she asked sweetly and they both scowled as I replied, "You look stupid in that sissy dress". I smirked as nose in the air she flounced out of the room to answer the doorbell as the first of her girl friends began to arrive but my aunt gave me a withering look as she spat  - "You are just jealous of her because you can't wear such pretty things - look at yourself, you are nothing more than a filthy disgusting gutter-snipe who needs to be taught a lesson in how to behave, and perhaps the Sisterhood might give you one sooner than you think!"

I ignored her jibes as I recalled my cousin Graham, who was a year younger than me, who I hadn't seen for some time, and like Ann, was also an only child and a bit of a sap, having once recounted to me how he had been forcefully encouraged to participate in Ann's dress-up games, and was regularly being dressed as his cousin's younger "sister" whenever he visited her house, so for Aunt to even suggest I should once more be persuaded to dress up as a pansy girl made my flesh crawl. My reputation as an 'enfant terrible' at home and school, even though I was only in a  junior class had been well earned,  with a school report to match, much to the despair of mum, who had expected me to sail through my 'eleven plus' and now be attending a 'posh' school like my cousin. So with frequent trips to 'woolies' and other shops to nick things to impress my friends, playing 'knock down ginger', kicking the cat, hiding or throwing my brothers toys out the window, and since I was the neighbourhood bully what would my gang think of me doing such a thing as wearing girlie things although thanks to an elderly maiden Aunt I do have a shady past which I would rather forget about!

 Meanwhile I remained screwed to my chair glowering moodily as Ann's friends continued to arrive in their party dresses, satinised cotton or homemade from dyed parachute satin, and in those austerity days, mostly variations of pale yellow, blue, pink or lime green, perhaps with coloured spots supported upon one or two starched anglais lace or net petticoats  though some were lucky enough to have brightly coloured American style poodle skirts and blouses. Colourful satin ribbons were arranged in their hair, which were mostly styled as ponytails or pigtails by their mothers but sadly some girls had been shorn of their lovely tresses following nit inspections, so apart from their dresses would have been indistiguishable from some boys at school. Thus I was able to sit quietly enjoying the occasional glimpse of the pretty lacy things underneath the hems of their skirts. Most of the girls had brought along a friend, their favourite dolly or teddy to join in the fun. Much to Ann's disappointment, two of her young friends hadn't arrived, but  eventually there were about two dozen squealing girls squeezed into the lounge hugging and kissing, giggling and chattering a welcome to each other as though they hadn't met for months but generally ignoring me.  Ann was busying herself opening the pile of presents accumulating on the table-top amidst squeals of delight from her friends, while I  chortled inwardly with glee as I recalled deliberately leaving Ann's present in my locker at school, since I felt she always got more than she deserved anyway, and certainly more than I ever got!

"I'm not a sissy and I don't play sissy games!" That was my response when Aunt suggested a game of postman's knock before tea, but I was totally ignored as the girls took turns at going outside in pairs for a kiss and a cuddle before returning to the room for another round. Eventually I caved in and joined in the game so when my number came up and despite my verbal protests and amidst catcalls, Pauline, who went to St. Anne's girls school, the same as cousin Ann and for whom I must admit I had a passionate fondnest for her good looks , shyly took my hand in hers and led me into the hall where I stood staring at the ground shuffling uneasily from foot to foot, as I stammered "Umm. only sissies kiss girls, and although I like you a lot Pauline, l would rather not kiss you right now. She seemed a little peeved, "Okay then" she responded half-heartedly. "After all you are not yet in the Sisterhood so lets just pretend this time around!" and thats exactly what we did as we both touched cheeks and kissed the air. Afterwards we re-entered the room and as I called out the next number an "Oh no!" went up from Jenny, another of the girls as we went out hand-in-hand to repeat the charade.

 When l returned to the room for a second time l found my chair had now been occupied by three or four girls since there weren't enough chairs to go round and some had been sitting on the floor, so I squatted heavily in the lap of Janet, Ann's best friend but hardly a friend of mine and a source of frequent tit-for-tat squabbles who was sitting on the seat of the armchair as she squealed "You great Oaf!" and squeezed past in a loud rustling of satin and lace as she went to sit elsewhere, and although I then prepared to free myself from feminine frills by giving the others, who were perched on the arms of the chair, a series of hefty shoves, a glance at the expression on my Aunt's face made me wisely desist.

Sit down tea in the other room was an endless round of female chatter interspersed with consuming large quantities of sandwiches. fairycakes, jellies, blancmange and the like washed down with orange and lemon squash.  I didn't take much part in the conversation although one girl in particular plyed me with questions about myself and I grunted a reply in between mouthfuls of food. During tea l accidentally kicked one of the girls under the table. "You great clot, can't you be more careful" Came the prompt response followed by - "Horrible boy with your great clodhoppers!" from my Aunt and she went on, - " I remember what a lovely pageboy he made when he was two." Followed by "Oohs" and "Aahs" from 'the girls'. "Wait a minute, l have a photograph," - and she went over to the bureau and returned to the table with some of Aunt's wedding photographs, and there`sure enough, was a tiny version of me standing in front of the bride."Aah, he's wearing a kilt and little white socks!" said one of the girls "Doesn't he look cute with dark curly hair" continued another." Yes, if his mother had had a girl he would have been named Sylvia and she says its a pity he isn't more like a girl now, since as a boy he is just a heap of trouble for his mother and she is at her wits end what to do, but when I have my way with him the Sisterhood will soon sort him out!" Scowled Auntie as several of the girls quietly chorused their approval. "But Mummy perhaps if he was dressed up he would be different" said Ann, "After all, he could try on the kilt you bought me last week with your ration coupons?" "What a good idea" said Aunt, "Oh what fun-lets have dressing-up game" piped up a small girl as the others squealed with delight. "l'm not a sissy - I won't do anything of the sort" was my immediate response and my Aunt's glare from across the table made me cringe. "Oh dear, such a disappointment', sighed Ann, "after all, scots boys wear kilts".

 "But I'm not scottish and I won't wear a girls kilt", I replied defiantly. "Spoilsport!" responded Ann. "If you think that I won't join in any more games" I retorted defensively and returned to my armchair arms crossed defiantly. "Come on girls, lets clear the table and play some more games," and eager hands soon removed the debris of the meal to the kitchen and my fellow guests were ready for another game. "We can play spin the platter with forfiets if you like girls", suggested Aunt. "Arrange the chairs in a large circle and I will get a tin plate." Soon they were all seated and the plate was spun on its edge by one player who then called out a number drawn by lots from a bowl and corresponding to someone's name. That person had to retrieve the plate before stopped spinning and fell flat onto its face the ground, otherwise a forfiet was required of the offender. Meanwhile, I looked on, mentally noting in detail what each girl was wearing and studying their cavortings with great interest as girls skirts and petticoats flew hither and thither as each one in turn tried to catch the spinning plate. Eventually I pretended to become interested in this noisy game and quietly joined in the circle having quit my armchair by the fireplace.

" My cousin Brian is joining us again girls, so we must give him a new number," said Ann as she winked at her mother, and I found myself counted into the game. "Now make sure you play properly and don't cheat!" was my Aunts only comment and I meekly agreed to comply with the rules of the game.The game continued with the usual gusto eventually my number was called and in a flash I retrieved the spinning plate. I then spun the plate at an awkward angle left it a moment and then deliberately called out Janet's number. As I stepped back, Janet rushed past me and my foot tapped her ankle as she passed making her  scream as she sprawled across the floor on her face, the platter sent clattering away on impact with her body. For the first time that evening I laughed out loud as Janet slowly rolled over and assisted by Ann's mother who came scurrying across, rose painfully to her feet." Mrs. Stewart, he tripped me", she whined " Never mind Honey, wait until Ann's Daddy gets home." Aunt comforted her and then rounded on me with a slap across the face. " Cocky little brat, you deserve to be sent home, treating your cousin's best friend like that!" My laughter turned to remorse while Janet, surrounded by her girl-friends howled at her discomfiture and while they calmed her down I growled a "sorry" before retreating to the lavatory.

When l returned a couple of minutes later the game was about to resume, and having promised faithfully to comply with the rules, I sat down amidst a chorus of suppressed giggles from the girls. As the game progressed the usual forfiets were being paid - 'Bite an inch off a poker', ' Say the alphabet backwards', 'Sing standing on your head' (which was much appreciated by me since I had a ringside treat, since some girls couldn't tuck their dresses inside their knickers or panties because they were wearing so many colourful petticoats in lace, nylon and net that petticoats and panties were on display at the same time).The increased frequency with which my number was called kept me busier than most rushing about to retrieve the plate and avoid a forfiet before returning to my seat whilst the sniggering and giggling continued unabated.After a few minutes disaster struck. My number was called and the plate went spinning away towards a corner  of the room, I dashed across only to slip on the polished linoleum and my fingers missed the plate by inches, as I tried, successfully as it turned out, to maintain my balance.

  A joyous howl went up and the girls went into a huddle to decide on a suitable forfiet. Whispering noisily together, my cousin and her friends seemed to take but a moment to decide, and Ann turned and gestured towards me announcing "HE is to wear my kilt!" Her audience clapped their hands with glee. So that was it! How stupid of me, I had been trapped, and I watched as Aunt marched off with due ceremony to fetch the dreaded garment, while the girls shrieked with mirth! "I'm going home!"I announced and resolutely  made for the door, but Ann's friends had formed a scrum in the doorway and although I tried to push and shove my way through the gaggle of girls- I was defeated by sheer numbers. I retreated to my chair, arms and legs crossed, shoulders drooped in an attitude of defeat. But my eyes focussed on the bowl containing the numbers for the draw so I quickly glanced through the bowl and discovered that most of the numbers on the slips were mine! Ann gave me a contemptuous look and responded acidly. "Ever been had!" - Touche! and howls of girlish glee all round!

When Aunt returned I took one look at the red and green striped material and said " I'm NOT wearing THAT!" Her eyes narrowed to slits as she held up in her other hand a girly party dress far more scary than a mere kilt. "Now look here young man, you lost and have to pay the forfiet as agreed by wearing either this lovely dress or the kilt, the choice is up to you so if you don't put on the kilt this minute you will certainly end up in the dress and I will tell your mum what you did in front of Ann, and you know what that will mean; now just think about it!" Since I was always playing tricks on my cousin I couldn't recall any incident of outstanding merit, so I crossed my arms resolutely and stuck to my guns, as with these few words from my Aunt the cajoling began - "lt wont hurt you, you know."-" But you will all laugh at me in a killt."- "No we won't - we promise, DONT we girls." " Its unfair, you want to humiliate me in front of my friends."-  "But none of your friends are here, are they girls?" - added another with a smirk. "And anyway WE all go to the posh girls' school while you only go to the common old council school, so who is there here to tell them what you are wearing?"

"Enough of the arguing, you had been given a fair choice which you refused, so now you will take Ann's party dress with you and come with me to my bedroom." Aunt's steely voice interrupted my next sentence as she shoved the party dress into my hands, then grabbing me by the arm, propelled me across the room and out into the hall as the door slammed closed behind us and we made our way down the hall towards her bedroom. But I tried to rebel and as I turned to face her, Aunt lowered her face until her blazing eyes were on a level with mine. "Now you little bastard, areyou going to do as you are told or shall I tell your Mum about you exposing yourself to my daughter?" Her question was enough to ensure my compliance as I recalled recent events which I would rather forget about. "PLEASE  don't tell her that Auntie, it was Ann that started it! She showed me her's first!" Her face contorted with rage as she smacked me so hard in the face that my head struck the wall and as it rebounded she hit me again and my head went into a flat spin. "How DARE you suggest she would DO such a thing, you disgusting liar, get in there NOW!" I was given a mighty shove and bundled into her bedroom. "I will make sure you find out what it is really like to be a girl and you can start by taking those off right now!" She pointed at my short grey trousers with the edges of my white underpants showing beneath. "But my pants  will fall down, the elastic has broken" I wailed. "Oh never mind that, hurry up, getthem both off, and take that dreadful shirt and tie off." - she continued airily, "In fact take everything off and I will fetch some of Ann's things which are much more suitable for you to wear than just Ann's dress." And leaving me to undress she went off to my cousins room.I was still shaking and in no state to argue further so having first removed my shirt, tie and vest, I found my trousers were rather tight and in order to get them off it became necessary to remove my black lace-up shoes, after which I sat on the edge of the bed and took off my socks.

Aunties pink satin nightie lay neatly folded on the counterpaine and since I had nothing on and  feeling somewhat exposed, I took the garment and draped it across the lower half of my body. Auntie returned a moment later carrying several items of brightly coloured female clothing which she laid on the pouffe, and smiled as she motioned towards her nightie. "I'm pleased to see you like the feel of my nightie then? I think you will agree the material feels much nicer than the drab pyjamas you normally have to wear, and if you are a good girl I might make a gift of it to you." My face turned scarlet at such a suggestion as she continued briskly - "Well nephew, we will soon put you to rights,  so you had better get these on." She held out a pair of girls panties, but not the expected dark blue regulation pair that Ann wore to school, these were yellow satin dance panties and entirely covered all over in yellow satin and lace elasticated frills. "Take them, now!" - she commanded. "Ple-e-ase Aunt, do I have to? - Can't I wear a pair of Ann's school ones?"  - " You are supposed to be at  a party, not a wake! -  I will count to three!" - That threat was good enough for me so I  took the elasticated knickers in my hand and while trying to keep the sheer satin nightie from slithering to the floor, leant forward on the edge of the bed and gingerly tried to tease one of my feet into the leghole of my panties, but without much success, All the while Auntie looked on, an amused look on her face. "Why don't you just stand up Brian, and let your nightie slide to the floor and then put them on, it will be much quicker and easier. Although my daughter may have enjoyed a private viewing, I am sure there isn't much down there for you to be modest over or for me to get excited about!"

My face was now burning with shame and embarassment  as her joke hit home but I did as she suggested, rose from the bed and stood starkers in front of my Aunt, and as she looked down, she softened a little. "Here little one, let me help you." She knelt down and held open Ann's knickers for me to step into although I was quite shocked when suddenly she took hold of my privates and somehow pushed them away out of sight before easing the knickers up around my waist and adjusting the elastic round the legs seeming well satisfied with the result. "Doesn't that feel much better now you have a nice flat area below your tummy with your boy thingies tucked out of sight inside your abdomen?" Actually I felt quite sick and uncomfortable, my head spinning with disbelief at what she had just done, since even my mother wouldn't have done such a thing, not that I knew it was possible, but I only nodded my head not wishing to disagree and land myself in more hot water. "Now sit on the bed, pet, and I will  put  the shoes and socks on you."  I obeyed  without question as  she produced a pair of white lace trimmed ankle socks " Now hold out your tootsies", and I allowed her to roll one of the socks onto each foot, which were then  followed  by girls white satin shoes with a single bar which she secured at the sides with teeny-weeny buttons.

  She told me to stand up and turn around and hold out my arms.  The next moment she came up behind me - and - horror of horrors- I looked down to find she was draping a  girl's bra over my chest. "But Auntie?" - "Shush, shush, it is only a lightly padded training bra to give you some shape. Girls of your age begin to try out such things so that you get used to wearing them all the time when you develope breasts." -"But Aunt, I won't get breasts - and I'm not a girl!" She gave a tinkling laugh  as she secured the hooks at the back before spinning me round to view the results and study the shocked look on my face as her reply stunned me into silence . "Perhaps one day you might my dear, one day. - Hmm. -  and it fits you perfectly!" Having helped me into her full length satin dressing gown she then had me sit down at her dressing table as she took her brush and comb and arranged my long, recently washed but unkempt hair in soft curls, tied both sides behind my ears with white satin hair ribbons, then produced her make-up case and began applying a touch of lipstick to my lips, needlessly added some rouge to my already scarlet cheeks and with a large powder-puff applied a dusting of face powder to my face, put some mascara on my eye lashes, finishing off with a dab of perfume behind each ear and on my neck and shoulders before holding me at arms length to admire her handiwork before getting me to resume my seat as she filed my chewed-up claws and applied a layer of pink nail varnish to each of my nails telling me to sit still for five minutes to allow the varnish to dry.

"Umm, is all this really necessary Aunt?" Her face lit up with a wicked grin. - "If I don't do your nails, hair and makeup, Ann's friends in the other room certainly will, and goodness knows what you will look like after they had finished with you! - and it didn't hurt a bit, did it darling, apart from your foolish pride? So look in the mirror and see what I mean." With one glance at my stunning  reflection in the glass I was convinced, so I shrugged my shapely shoulders, my body language betraying I agreed she was right.

 The ring at the doorbell prompted Auntie Ethel to command - "Now just stay where you are pet while I get that." She closed the door behind her and a few moments later I was bitterly dismayed as I recognised familiar, if muffled voices, as the new arrivals made their way to the lounge, where some noisy introductions were made. Suddenly the bedroom door creaked open. "There is someone in here who I would like you to meet". In trotted Aunt and her sister Eileen who looked quite surprised at my sissy appearance as she whistled in disbelief. "My-oh-my Ethel, you got him to do it then? - Did he put up much of a fight? - I must say despite the concerned look on his face he is quite pretty and I know his mother will be impressed when she sees him later today."

By now my face was scarlet as I sat on the stool in my strange attire uncomfortably contemplating the fact that my cousin Graham was present in the lounge and judging by the laughter, now being informed by the girls of my current predicament and that he was likely to appear through the door at any second, as Eileen eventually addressed me by name.  "Hello Brian, or do I call you Sylvia?" My two aunts sniggered at my discomfort as Eileen continued. "I am sorry we are late dear, but the bus broke down, so I suggested to Graham and his young friend that we walk the rest of the way, but it is your lucky day young lady, since they are here now and I am sure you will enjoy the company of other boys amongst all those girls?" The smirk on her face said it all as I realised that little Graham was about to reek revenge big time, and there was nothing I could do about it, scantily dressed as I was in girls underwear, with the other two wearing the only trousers at the party!

"While you continue dressing our new dolly Ethel, I will go and keep the kids amused in the other room, so don't be too long." So saying, Eileen left me once again to the tender mercies of Ann's mother as with a flourish she produced a beautiful yellow and white net petticoat which I really  swooned over and told me to stand as she removed my gown and held the petticoat round my waist. "B-but I can't wear that." I bleated in mock desperation, but at that moment the door opened and Ann skipped into the bedroom, took one look at me and called out. "It's okay girls, she's decent,  you can come in now!"

Two embarrassed faces peeped cautiously round the door and as soon as they saw the way I was dressed, rustled into the centre of the room, where hand in hand they shuffled awkwardly,  looking just like any of the other twenty or so girls at the party in their lovely party dresses, layered petticoats peeping provocatively beneath their skirts,  both their faces framed by suitable feminine hairstyles which matched perfectly with their features. I was stunned, knowing these were no ordinary girls, but sissy cousin Graham, together with his best friend Tom, who, in view of his skill as a judo expert at junior level I couldn't believe would allow himself to be co-erced into being thus dressed was beyond my comprehension.  How the devil they had the nerve to travel with my Aunt the five miles or so on a bus, dressed as they were in extravagant party dresses, with bright colourful cardigans draped round their shoulders and then find they had to walk most of the way, I assumed must have been a daunting experience for the two of them, but evidently they hadn't been unfazed in the slightest!

After a moment of confusion  cousin Graham and his friend were the first to recover their composure as they focussed their attention directly on poor old me, as I stood there shocked at the way they were dressed, but pleased because they couldn't tease me, but at that moment feeling  totally indecent dressed in girls satin shoes and socks, frilly knickers and bra. while gripping a gorgeous layered yellow petticoat in my hands.  But it was my bra that came in for the most attention from Graham. "Auntie, why is it that I'm not wearing one of those things, but Brian and Charlotte are?" "That my dear is because they are a bit older than you are and all girls of their age like to wear them for special occasions, it shows they are beginning to grow up.My cousin was not happy with the explanation but niether was I because I really didn't want to be playing this stupid game even if they were, and I made my feelings plain, but Ann just smiled with satisfaction at my discomfort as she came up behind me and put her hands on my bare shoulders.

"Now girls, I think you should be introduced by each others girlie names starting with my new niece Sylvia." - "Umm. - err- Hello Sylvia, my name is Abigail." Graham proffered his dainty lace gloved hand and leant forward and gently kissed me on the cheek, and although I was thinking - 'God! I can't believe I am doing this to Graham of all people,' - I returned his sloppy kiss and felt like biting my tongue off as I then gave my cousin an off-the-cuff reply. "Err, - Pleased to meet you Abigail, umm - you look lovely in that dress." While our onlookers sighed with delight at my heartfelt response Graham's puce face didn't exactly light up with enthusiasm at my comments about him in his flowery pink dress. "Umm - yes - thanks, Mum bought it for me at the weekend." I turned to  face Tom, who pecked me much too enthusiastically for my liking on both cheeks. "Hi! I'm Charlotte, Abigail's sissy friend, and this is my dolly Petunia, isn't my dress so-o sweet? - Abigail and I went out shopping with our Mummies last Saturday, we both had our hair done, and Mummy bought me a little girl's make-up bag,  then she let me pick out my own dress as well as my lovely underthings, look!"-  He, or rather she, lifted her  lilac dress to show me her lilac petticoats and even her lilac rumba panties, as I stammered, still in a state of confusion - "Umm. -  Yes Charlotte you make a very pretty, - umm. - girl."

 "I do like lovely things don't you? - Perhaps your Mummy can bring you over to play with my sister Abigail and me at my house next week for my birthday and meet some of our other girl friends from school? It would be lovely if you could come."  Charlotte was an excitable, likeable talkative young girl and I couldn't imagine there was a boy called Tom inside there somewhere, she was so animated as she rolled her eyes and fidgetted playfully with her dress, with a sweet innocent smile on her face hiding the naughty side of her alter-ego's character, but I declined to respond to her suggestion.

At this point Auntie Ethel clapped her hands together for attention - "Now children, now we have got that over with, shall we continue preparing our new princess for her first outing?"  Three of the four curly-tops nodded vigorously in agreement. "In that case Sylvia darling, now that you are more or less decent, lets go in the lounge and finish dressing you, I am sure Ann's friends will love to watch." This suggestion made me plonk down again on the bed.  "Come on young ladies, don't stand on ceremony, lets go!" On Aunt's command Ann and my two new girly friends took control as I was surrounded and despite my objections forcefully escorted into the lounge where the novel sight of my frilly panties and bra. was received with gasps and giggles from the girls. "After some friendly persuasion, Brian, - or I should say Sylvia, has agreed to complete the forfiet out here in the lounge, so if you are ready Sylvia shall we commence?" My sheepish shake of my head was ignored as Auntie Eileen took the dreaded petticoat from Ethel and held it out  in front of me. "Hold your arms over your head pet."

  Despite being increasingly aware of my attentive audience my mood changed to one of joyous excitement as I looked up at the descending petticoat and raised my arms, aiming my hands like a diver, towards  the light at the end of the nylon and net tunnel as my layered petticoat was lowered gently over my head and shoulders to flutter in a gentle swish to rest upon my waistline to a murmur of approval as Ann tightened the drawstrings. "Aunt Polly will be pleased!" was the throw-away comment by Eileen, but I stiffened at the mention of that dreaded name, and a glance in the direction of Graham and Ann showed I wasn't the only person who had been terrified by the malevolent influence our great aunt had over the family in the past, but fortunately she wasn't here now and I soon recovered my composure.

All that now remained was the dress, so as Aunt Ethel handed it to Ann I was overcome at first sight with feverish anticipation that such a delightful creation and the very dress I found so scrumptious some weeks ago would soon be swishing around my body as I stepped towards my cousin to speed things up a bit. "Steady on girl! Somebody here is definitely pressing the right buttons!" Smirked Ann and she held the garment open as I stepped gingerly into the yellow satin dress and without a murmur I assisted her in pushing the hems of my petticoats down inside the dress while she continued pulling the skirt up to round my waist, arranged the ruched bodice over my training bra, and then helped me pass my arms through the puffy sleeves before turning me round and securing the waist to neckline buttons and tying a lemon satin ribbon in a big bow at the back, while the other girls brushed and patted the skirts of the dress down over my petticoats as Ann whispered in my ear. "There Sylvia, you won't get out of that in a hurry, so you will have to remain, dressed as you are now - 'Sugar and spice and all things nice' until we decide to release you. You will have so-o much more fun playing the games that sissies play than I had at your stupid birthday party! - Don't you agree?"  In that heavenly moment with my senses sharpened by the aroma of my perfume permeating the air and the tips of my fingers nervously toying with the nylon lace and satin materials in which I was enveloped, even though totally alien to me less than half an hour ago, I couldn't agree more and I was well and truly hooked as I gulped out loud for all to hear, "Umm! yes Ann, I think I will!"

   The girls crowded round and I found myself in the centre of a delightful melee of girls being kissed, cuddled and congratulated upon completion of the forfiet but Ann's next request came as quite a bombshell. "Mummy, remember you said yesterday that we could walk to the park if we got Brian to do his forfiet, so as to play some outdoor games and ride on the swings if the weather was nice enough, so please can we go now, I am sure he will love to come along?" Ann's suggestion was greeted with some enthusiastic squeals from the girls as Auntie Ethel replied. "Oh yes, so I did, and it is such a warm evening, perhaps Eileen can take you while I stay and do the washing up, but make sure you all go to the toilet first and take your cardigans with you in case it gets chilly outside." A show of hands mean't that I was out-voted by everybody else and my kind offer to stay in the house and help with the chores was treated with derision as I found myself bundled towards the front door.

 In the hallway Ethel fussed over me again as she slipped my arms into a stunning white fur bolero. "Here Sylvia hold still pet while I put these on." My hands were then tightly encased in a pair of white gloves covered in lace. "Take Ann's white leather dolly bag in case you would like some ice cream, there is a lace handkerchief, some lipstick and powder in there as well as some money." Ethel handed me this tiny little bag secured with drawstrings which I placed over my wrist. "But I have never been out dressed like a girl before, I am not a girl, I don't walk like one, I don't talk like one, and I don't look like one, please Auntie can I stay here with you?" My pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Sorry darling, you might be right on four counts, but definitely not the last, look in the hall mirror and see what I mean." When I saw my full-length reflection in the mirror I was rooted to the spot, trembling at the knees. It was a fascinating feeling seeing myself dressed  from top to toe as a girl once again in such a gorgeous outfit, what with my knees peeping provocatively below my petticoats, wearing white lacy gloves with a dolly bag dangling from my wrist, white ankle socks, dainty girls shoes on my feet and a yellow satin party dress with a lemon satin sash tied round my waist, and white satin ribbons peeping from the back of my shining brown hair, framing my attractive face so tastefully made up by Aunt, while the intoxicating odour of my perfume made me swoon with delight. Auntie smiled at my stunned reaction, - "I told you so! - With lots of practice watching what the other girls do, you will soon learn how to blend with the others, the same as Graham and Tom do, so off you go!"

 I was pushed onto the doorstep by the scrum from behind, and into the bright glare of the early evening sunshine where Ethel thought some group photos were in order, so as soon as we were all grouped in the doorway, despite my objections her Brownie camera was soon busily snapping away. "Sylvia, stop behaving like a sissy boy, otherwise we might send one of the prints to some of your friends." Ann's threat had the desired result, as I calmed down and  we soon found ourselves being carted off in the general direction of Queen's park with Abigail, Charlotte and me under the watchful eye of Auntie Eileen as she had us all trotting off down the street, crocodile fashion, two-by-two and hand-in-hand, and we must have looked a colourful sight judging by the astonished stares from passers-by to whom some of the girls happily waved, but the only remarks I overheard were complimentary, mostly saying how pretty and well-behaved we were for children of our age.

Despite my strong objections Abigail and I led the way on the walk to the park, and what with the clip-clop of our leather shoes on the pavement, the swish-swish of net petticoats tickling my legs, the tightness of the satin sash around my waist and the sight of my two tiny protrubrances beneath the ruched bust of my dress, the lightest touch of makeup on my face and the delightful smell of my perfume, I was most concerned at  being found out and ridiculed in public, since my movements were ungainly and not dainty, like the others.

 

So to take my mind off such a possibility I decided to quiz Abigail on how she came to be dressed as a little girl, even though she didn't like it, after all, Ann always gave the impression Graham enjoyed wearing girls' clothes. She squeezed my hand. - "Umm. well yes, I do love to be dressed like this, but I hate other boys knowing about it, (except dear Charlotte and my other girly friends of course). I despised Aunt Polly and our cousin Ann for forcing me to wear them when I first stayed at her house in Maidenhead. But I can now only thank them for what they have done for me, because Mummy and Daddy say they like having a boy and a girl around the house, and I am so much happier when dressed as a girl. But Ann was rather mean, having told you and most of my friends at my last birthday party my secret, and showed them photos of me all dressed up, so I had to suffer verbal bullying and worse, but since Christmas I have been a weekly boarder at a special girls' school where I don't have to worry any more and I can dress as a girl all the time and do all the lovely things girls get to do." She squeezed my hand, "But at least now you are the same as Charlotte and I, and we can enjoy the fun of dressing up together since I am sure you will get to like it as much as we do."

"What! - you must be joking - as soon as I get out of this this gear, I will never be forced to  dress up as a girl or play sissy games with you and your pansy friend again, you and Tom are welcome to it but you can count me out!" I sniggered and snorted loudly with contempt at this final suggestion from my young cousin, but he just stuck his nose in the air, slowed his pace to join his friend skipping along behind as Charlotte loudly declared - "Well Sylvie, despite what you say, it seems that now you are dressed in such lovely clothes and trotting along and behaving just like the rest of us, we are sure you will soon enjoy being called a little sissy just like we are. Many of us here have had to endure  all the kicking and squealing, slapping, crying and sulking when we were first robbed of our boys clothes and forced permanently into petticoats the same as you. But you too will soon forget the distress you may have suffered and embrace the opportunity to develope feminine skills so as to become a more considerate and likeable person and thus revel in enjoying your lifestyle in the same way as we have done, don't you agree girls?"

At this point Graham's mother cut in. "Shush girls, we don't want to give away your little secrets do we now?"I noticed several of the other girls seemed to giggle more self-consciously than the rest, and even voiced their strong approval of Charlotte's pointed comments as they struck home, since subconsciously I was definitely trying to trot along more sedately than I did earlier in the day in order to blend in with my companions, many more of whom were not what they seemed than I had first thought.

Having been left on my own, I pondered over Graham's original source of a hatred of feminine garments having been the same as mine as I recalled Ann and I staying with Great Aunt Polly, and finding her house was a treasure-trove of victorian high fashion. It was bequeathed to her by her relatives and now formed a valuable collection of furniture, fine art, and even clothes of the same period with Polly always dressed as a victorian lady in perfect character for the role and insisting that all of her house guests should, if possible get involved.  She even re-enacted the household duties and culinary skills dating to the late victorian era, and her maid, housekeeper, cook and scullery-maid had to do the same. Gas lamps and coal fires in the winter were the only form of lighting and heating in the house and there were no modern appliances such as telephones, televisions or radios, just an ancient polyphone and an upright piano in the corner of the parlour.

My father had been killed in the war so Mummy was working long hours to keep the family together and couldn't take me, so the first time I went to meet Aunt Polly was with Aunty Ethel, and I think I was aged about 18 months when I was to be the pageboy at a distant cousin's wedding in Maidenhead. I understood that I had to be physically forced by Polly to wear the dreaded kilt which caused so much interest during Ann's tea party, and in the photograph the shamefull look on my tiny face showed what I felt at the time about wearing it!I seem to remember that Ann and I were six or seven when Auntie Ethel took us to Maidenhead for what was my last time, and since we were staying over for three or four days, on this occasion  Polly informed Ethel that we must all be dressed in a manner in keeping with our out-dated surroundings. Both my aunts were dressed in full length crinoline dresses supported upon cages, so even though Polly's crowded parlour was quite large, though darkly forebidding and sombre, there wasn't a lot of room in which to work their dastardly deeds as the two ladies set about their task, helped by the ladies maid who was doing the fetching and carrying of childrens' clothing from one of the bedrooms upstairs.

Of course I was destined for the tender loving care of Polly, looking rather like an old crow dressed as she was all in black velvet and lace with a large pimple at the end of her prominent nose.  So despite my screaming and struggling she sat me firmly on her lap in a large armchair and by administering frequent slaps to my face, legs and arms, and being advised to be 'a good little boy' she had soon stripped all my clothes off while across the room Ann suffered the same fate, while I then witnessed my cousin's desperate struggles with her mother as she was slapped repeatedly across her bare legs to encourage her raise her arms so as to be fitted with her silk bodice, to be quickly followed by a tight fitting cambric corset. Thanks to my desperate struggles, Aunt Polly seemed quite glad of a rest so I continued to watch Ann kick, squeal and squirm as she was slapped into dressing in ankle length powder blue satin pantaloons, topped off with a knee-length pink striped cotton petticoat, and a child's lilac crinoline dress with an attractive cut-away neckline and enormous puffed sleeves ending just above the elbow while on her feet were placed dainty satin slipperettes and her hands encased in the obligatory tiny white lace gloves.  At last she was freed from her mother's clutches going over to lay tearfully sobbing on the chaise longue allowing the ladies to concentrate their full attention upon poor me.

With the assistance of Ethel, my kicking and squealing was of little use in the face of such formidable opposition and I was soon clad in the same constricting and alien attire as my cousin, my long hair painstakingly arranged in ringlets and pink satin bows, which matched my horrible pink velvet dress below which peeped layer after layer of my white anglais lace pantaloons, which reached down nearly to my ankles as I sobbed and  trembled at the cruel and unjust punishment I was being subjected to, with no explanation from either of my tormentors. Having finished Polly clapped her hands together and sternly announced - "Now little girls, go in the other room and play while we prepare you both a nice tea." I was about to make a choice reply but Ann grabbed my hand and tearfully howling at our misfortune we fled the parlour as fast as our little lace clad legs and quaint costumes would allow to find solace in the safety of the playroom. We were so upset we cuddled each other as we snivelled incessantly trying to recover our breath at being subjected to such outrageous  treatment.

Eventually we calmed down and Ann was soon engrossed in playing with the large dolls' house since there was a wonderful collection of girly toys in the playroom. As for me there was nothing to appeal to a soldier or cowboy, apart from a large wooden rocking horse, but it was very diffcult to mount such a steed while wearing a crinoline cage beneath my velvet dress and after a few times ending up in a heap on the floor I gave up in disgust and joined Ann in her innocent games, though there was a wonderful selection of boxed wooden games to keep us occupied in the evenings. The next three days were a nightmare, and in addition to being made to take afternoon tea with our two aunts and the frequent visitors to the house we were confined to the walled garden at the back of the house with strict instructions not to soil our lovely dresses.

So with the exception of a morning trip into town, it was the only time we were excused being dressed in the humiliating dresses and pantaloons of Victorian children, although for me there was to be no respite, since I was attired in a girl's frilly dress and underwear, which included a pair of pink frilly rhumba panties, as I was forcefully dragged out through the front door kicking and screaming to face what for me was a fate worse than death.The only recollections I have of that trip was the remarks of passers-by at 'such obnoxious behaviour from such an adorable looking girl' as I laid on the pavement kicking and screaming outside the most fashionable store in Maidenhead where we were told we were going to have our pictures taken. Once inside the photographic studio, Ann ruined the first shot as she turned her back to the camera and deliberately bent over to show what she had for breakfast! It was the only time I managed to laugh during the whole trip, but not so fortunate for Ann, she was laid over her mother's lap, her panties pulled down and her botty given a sound thrashing despite the strong objections of the photographer!  

When we arrived at our destination Aunty set the boundaries for our activities. "Okay girls, I have to go to Ann's grandmother's house to collect some presents, it will take me about half an hour. Pauline as the oldest is in charge, so please stay on the grass, and no further from the playground equipment than the cafe over there. Try to keep your dresses clean, and please take care of Sylvia, since this is her first time out-of-doors." The crocodile broke up and a horde of squealing girls rushed past me and made for the playground, while I just stood transfixed, watching my Aunt disappearing into the distance. I felt rather like a fairy on a Christmas tree, vulnerable and exposed, totally at a loss as to what to do next, short of hiding myself in some bushes close by, but instead I stood watching the action, wishing and wanting to join in, but too scared to take the risk of being laughed at. But eventually I just plonked down on the grass alongside a tall poplar tree in my frillies, forgetting all that I had been told about decorum.

Tom and Graham having deserted me were now busily enjoying themselves squealing and shouting along with the girls as their colourful dresses fluttered gaily in the wind and they skipped and dashed from the swings, perhaps  over to the slide and on to the roundabout or ending up paired up for a game of piggy-back jousting. But eventually they all ended up on the grass where they copied the girls, tucking the hems of their skirts into either the leg-holes or the waistbands of their skirts and performed handstands and cartwheels in gay abandon.

I was so engrossed in watching the girls at play that I didn't notice the boy on the bicycle until he was almost on top of me, so when I glanced up at Jake Stevens a boy in my class and a leading rebel like me although a bit of a loner my worst fears were realised. "I fink I know you from somewhere girl, what-is your name?"  I swallowed hard knowing my future was on the line, -  my brain was a blank but I managed to reply 'soto voce' which thankfully had just the right intonation. "Umm.-err.- I'm called Sylvia, whats your name?"  He jumped off his bike and came over  for a closer look, his trademark leer on his face, unaware that his main rival was within his grasp as he sprawled on the grass alongside me. "For a start I'll ask all the questions! - Well, smarty-pants, where doo you come from then? I fink  you are a boarder at St. Annes, that posh goils' school."

He studied me intently waiting for a further explanation as  I conjured up a weak smile and replied on auto-pilot in the way I would normally do to a rival rubbing my hands lightly up and down my bare legs. "Thats for me to know and you to wonder, big boy!" I immediately knew I had said the wrong thing, as I had blurted out a name which was supposed to match his reputation but some of the girls said didn't match his claim! He gave an ugly grin. "Oo told you my nickname? - Faw a piece of skirt who doesn't live rand ere you are a knowing cow." He was back on his feet and stared down at me still not sure whether his gut feeling was correct, but then he gave it to me with both barrels. "I av a boy in my class at school called Brian Taylor, you look to me so much like imm, but ee wouldn't give me the ots like you doo, and ee only as shit for brains."

Although I didn't know exactly what 'the ots' were, my cheeks flushed in fear and anger at his pointed remark so I struggled awkwardly to my feet and as I did so brushed the grass off my lovely dress, but Jake now had the initiative as he seized me by the arms and pushed me back against the trunk of the poplar and as I looked up into his eyes I knew I was in trouble. "Lets find out ow much of a girl you are shall we?"   He was pushing his entire weight against me as I twisted and squirmed, desperate to get away, but he was so strong he simply re-adjusted his grip and was able to restrain me by lifting me slightly and placing his arm across my throat while his other hand did some exploring of its own. Jake was obviously a past master of this technique, since I could hardly breath let alone scream out as in desperation I kicked him on the shins, but to no avail and he was soon exploring in the multiple layers of net petticoats beneath my dress.

 He was breathing heavily and his eyes flashed with success as I felt his hand find the waistband and begin rummaging around inside my knickers, but he didn't seem to find what he was seeking as the look of puzzlement showed on his face. "Where is it then? Where's your ole?" In desperation he ripped my panties down round my thighs to find what he was seeking, but at this moment I felt the strange stirrings between my legs which I had only ever experienced once before. I didn't realise it at the time, but my panties must have been holding my thingies in check, nestled as they were up inside my abdomen, so when Jake disturbed the status quo he ended up with a handful of throbbing dick as I experienced what I had recently learned was an erection when for some reason I seemed to lose control of myself as my system went into overdrive and I shuddered and heaved in exctasy as poor Jake ended up with a handful of my pee - at least that was what I had assumed it to be! "AARRUH! You filthy little bastard, it IS you!" Jake had withdrawn his hand from my knickers as if stung and looked in horror at the sticky creamy-like liquid dripping from his fingers.

Even though I was still in a state of shock, fear and exhilaration at what had happened to me, self preservation seemed paramount, and since his grip on my throat had relaxed slightly, using all my strength to push him away I just ran towards the swings, but my panties had other ideas. By now they had slipped below my knees and were heading for my ankles as in a flurry of frills I stumbled and fell full length upon the grass screaming in terror at the top of my voice. Jake was on me again in a moment and bent over me as he wiped the creamy liquid down the front of my dress and shouted gleefully. "Io'm gonna luv this!" He put a hand over my mouth to stifle my screams and prepared to give me a good pasting with his other fist. The first blow missed completely as Jake was charged to the ground by the arrival of the cavalry, led by Charlotte the judo expert who overpowered the bully in an armlock so as I rolled away Pauline helped me to my feet and comforted me while Jake was surrounded by a screaming horde of girls.

  "What ave you picked on me for, I ain't dun nuffin." From his prone position on the ground his plea of innocence was ignored as Ann asked the questions. "We saw you assaulting Sylvia my cousin." - "It's is fault ee's no girl, ee's a boy in my class" - "How do you know that?" asked Pauline, glancing down at my panties now sadly draped round my ankles. "EE called me by my nickname and ee looked like imm." "But surely that is none of your business, she looks like a pretty girl don't you agree?" "Umm. yes and I really fancied er - or imm, so I ad to find out for sure." His blustering was getting him into deeper trouble as he continued. "So I pulled up is skirt, stuck me 'and' down is knickers and come up wiff an 'andful' to play wiff". "A handful of what?" asked Ann as Jake suddenly looked all coy. "Umm - not the sort of fing a girl as, you know!" - "No I don't know, and what if there wasn't an 'andfull' to play with, what then?" Jake's face broadened into a stupid grin. "Well, I wood ave scored gud and proper and got on wiff it!" - "You mean you would have raped her?" Jake suddenly looked vulnerable as he mumbled. "Umm, no not exactly! - It was just a bit of fun - she wood ave enjoyed it!" "Well, I think our friend here has had his fun don't you girls? So it's about time we had ours!"  

While they were thus engaged my face felt as if it was on fire as Jake's niaive comments struck home while Pauline disreetly suggested with an amused look on her face that I re-arrange my clothing. But with my panties at half-mast there was nothing discreet about it as Pauline helped me shuffle out of sight behind the tree and having pulled them up I tried to tuck my thingy out of sight in my panties but with little success as it now seemed to have a mind of it's own and insisted on being centre stage although Pauline pretended not to notice. So I tried to hide up the guilty evidence by covering it up beneath my frills by restoring the rest of my clothing to some semblance of order. Pauline then asked me what had happened, so I told her that since Jake was in my class at school he was likely to cause me endless problems. I then related the rest of the story including Jakes exploratory delvings into my knickers and the strange sticky liquid he had wiped off his fingers over my lovely dress, which she found highly amusing especially when I asked if she knew what it was! "It is called semen, it comes from your thingy, it makes babies and it is perfectly normal for a growing teenager. It may have been aroused by the way you are dressed, it often happens to me without warning, especially when I am wearing my girls' underthings or a dress, and it is perfectly enjoyable but nothing to be ashamed of or frightened about." I realised her candid explanation of my problem had given away a dark secret of her own, and dashed any future hopes I may have had of a kiss and a cuddle in a dark corner of a bike shed with such a pretty girl.

She then suggested that there might be a simple solution to the bind I was in, since Jake would definitely spill the beans to all my classmates at school in the morning. Perhaps we could 'borrow' Jake's bicycle so that Ann could ride off to seek some help while Jake remained in the custody of us girls. It seemed a good plan so having discussed it with the others, some minor changes were made before deciding to proceed. Firstly we threatened to inform the police if he didn't do as he was told, while the rest of the girls made sure Jake had been sufficiently subdued not to try to escape, having been warned that if he did so he was unlikely to see his bike again since it was likely to be dumped in a river. The threat didn't please Jake very much but ensured his compliance. "But it ain't my bike, it's mee brovs, and ee's at work, so ee don't know I tooken it, if ee don't git it back ee will skin me alive!" With this piece of news he was allowed to stand up, and taken into the nearby bushes by a gaggle of giggling girls where despite his protests he was relieved of his shirt, shoes, socks and trousers which were then whisked away and hidden elsewhere to ensure he didn't run off, before being advised 'to stay out of sight or else!' but since he was only in his underwear he was happy to agree.

Ann then rode away on Jake's brov's bike to grandma's house to inform Eileen of the situation, so I decided to trot over to the swings with the others, even though there were now a group of local boys hanging around to watch the free leg show provided by us girls in our colourful party dresses. But I suddenly  had an urgent need to go to wee so with my hand in my crotch and keeping my legs crossed I asked Pauline if she had ever used the girls' toilet before and could she take me inside at which she barked. "Yes I have! ever since I was 10, and now I am 14 ladies loos hold no mysteries for me, so come on then!" Impatiently she grabbed my free hand and despite my momentary struggle she hauled me into the gloom and dumped me in one of the cubicles, leaving me to get on with it while she retreated to another cubicle. After I had finished, Pauline was still waiting for me in the wash-room. "Umm. I'm sorry you aren't a real girl and that I found you out, since I like you a lot even though I didn't kiss you earlier, I was too shy, thats all." She smiled "Silly me! It was my fault I gave the game away, but I would love to have you, as a friend that is!" Placing the dolly she was carrying on the wash-bowl, she took me in her arms and we gave each other a comforting squeeze. Having washed our hands she took some tissues and wiped off the nasty mess left by Jake on my skirt before freshening up my lips and cheeks with a touch of makeup from her bag.

  Her dolly caught my eye so I enquired, - "What is your dolly's name?" "Her name is Belinda." Pauline looked down at dolly and smiled gently at my innocent faux-pas as I thought - 'What the devil am I saying such things for! Am I nuts or something? She's just a teenage boy with a girl's dolly for company.' - Meanwhile Pauline picked up Belinda and cuddled her in her arms. My mouth seemed to be running away with me as I responded warmly, "She is very pretty, - nearly as pretty as you are Pauline and she has such a lovely dress on!" 'Ooops there! - I did it again, what am I thinking of? She will be asking me to play with it next.'

But my tongue and brain seemed to be out of sync. "I have never seen a dolly like her before, may I cuddle her for a minute?" She smiled, pleased at my interest in playing with her dolly. "Belinda was a present from my uncle in America, she is very special, - and yes, - you can hold her if you like, but jump up and sit on the edge of the wash-stand, it will be more comfortable." I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed with my remarks and in order to regain the initiative when Pauline held out her dolly for me to take I let my arms flop to the sides of my dress and stuttered. "Yes, it is very nice, but I would rather not hold your thing now if you don't mind." Her blazing eyes confirmed I had pulled the wrong levers as she looked down menacingly. "Belinda is not 'it' and 'a thing' as you put it! You are 'a thing' but she isn't, so if you want to be my sissy friend I think you should apologise to us both right away!" She sniffed, touching her nose with a tissue. "Calling Belinda 'a thing', perhaps Brian, you had better put away your girlie clothes and go back to your stupid 'cowboy and indian games with all the other sad little boys."

I was mortified at her reaction so as she hugged Belinda I desperately needed to patch things up between us even if it mean't becoming her 'sissy friend' as she put it and as I shuffled my feet and hung my head in contrition I replied in a whisper. "I'm very sorry for upsetting you, please will you still be my sissy friend." Pauline seemed amused at my reply but continued,- "A little louder please Sylvia, and what about Belinda?" - "Umm, please would you forgive me for being rude to you and Belinda." I looked up into her determined face and sat up on the wash-stand as she held out her dolly for me to cuddle and snapped, - "Always do as I say and don't insult us again!" - "Umm. yes Pauline, I promise , scouts honour." - "You mean guide's honour!" - "Yes of course!" I mumbled  as I took her dolly and balanced her awkwardly in the palms of my hands. "Not like that!" - she rasped, - "Belinda needs loving care and attention, hold her in the crook of your arm while supporting her bottom with your hand so that her head rests just beneath your bust in case she needs to be fed, either from your breast or from the bottle, the same way I, or any mummy would." I tried to do as she suggested feeling more foolish by the minute especially when she said -"Here, take this, see if she is hungry!" and handed me a dollies feeding bottle. "Umm, I don't think she is." But Pauline put her hand behind Belinda and I nearly jumped out of my skin when dolly said 'Mama!! "Wow! I have never heard a talking dolly before." - "Never mind that Sylvia! She needs feeding so put the teat of the bottle in her mouth."

At this moment Charlotte and Abigail rushed in through the door and made for the cubicles, but the sight of me cuddling and feeding Pauline's dolly stopped Abigail in her tracks. "My-oh-my! My cousin is learning fast, she will soon want a baby of her own!" I totally missed the joke, but Ann and Paul - or rather Pauline burst into peels of laughter before Abigail dived off into one of the cubicles. "Don't take any notice, she is just jealous! You are the first one to feed my dolly; - she is rather clever, look, now she has stopped feeding lift her upright and see what happens." As I did so her eyes opened wide to reveal her gorgeous eyes and I felt a wet patch begin to form in the folds of my dress, "She has sprung a leak." I wailed.- "Silly goose! She isn't wearing a nappy and has been to pee-pee!" This dolly was becoming more interesting by the minute so I held her away from me for a closer look underneath as I peeled back her lovely pink satin dress and layer upon layer of fine net petticoats and exposed her intricately  decorated white satin drawers. "My! they are much prettier than mine!" I enthused excitedly, just in time for Charlotte and Abigail to hear as they rejoined us in the washroom."Perhaps Auntie Mary will buy you a similar pair for your next birthday?", I am sure you will prefer them to boring old underpants!" My cousin Abigail's remark was appreciated all round as I smiled coyly at the thought.

"Okay girls, lets go out and play with the others."We acted on Pauline's advice and  still cuddling her doll I joined my sissy friends skipping and singing happily together on the grass. Despite dire warnings for me to stay away from the slide by Pauline and the undivided attention I was getting from the local boys was quite intimidating, I summoned up the courage to climb up the ladder to the slide and share in a provocative moment of pleasure as I felt the fresh breeze wafting up the inside my dress and petticoats while the boys were able to enjoy the exposure of my frilly knickers which then caused further stirrings in my strange little friend! I suddenly realised there would be lots more fun and excitement if I were to be a girl full time and how much I was enjoying fooling all those silly boys who failed to see through my disguise and loving every minute of it. But my moment of magic was fleeting, and as I reached the top of the ladder Janet yelled, "Come on boy, flash us your fanny and give us a real treat!" The spell was broken and I glanced down at the look of triumph  on Janet's face at her humiliating put-down and in the explosion of catcalls and mirth that followed I realised my clumsy performance as a would-be 'girl' had been read by everyone else except me and now I must suffer the consequences, so I slid as quickly as possible down the slide, which I overshot, ending up in a heap on the grass and then made a dash for the girls toilets where I locked myself in a cubicle, sat on the seat crying and shaking with fear and humiliation with my hands over my ears as I tried to shut out the cacophony of sound outside.

As I calmed down and the noise abated I contemplated my past, present and future recalling one family occasion at Dads' brothers house when I was six and had been pushed into the garden pond by some of my older cousins. I ran indoors to the grown-ups and was told there and then by Grandma to strip off while she went off to fetch a nightshirt for me to wear while my clothes dried out. I flatly refused to do so in front of the whole family and my mother told everyone it was because of an operation I had on my willy when I was a baby, and I always felt embarrased when getting undressed after that, so from then on I was always subjected to a lot of sniggers and teasing from my peers. I think this was why I was so impressed when Ann showed me her slit, it was so clean and neat, unlike the disgusting looking protruberance I had to carry round in front of me, the appearance of which I always despised, specially when Ann told me my dolly wasn't very big and didn't even have a hat! So when the thing started to go haywire while I was wearing girls panties for the first time I came to the conclusion that perhaps I wasn't mean't to have a willy at all and that I should become a girl instead? This happened last month after my weekly bath round at Aunts when I raided her laundry cupboard and 'borrowed' a pair of Ann's school regulation panties and dashed home to see what it felt like wearing them . No sooner had I stripped off my clothes in our outside toilet and they were comfortably fitted in place when for the first time in my life my thingy seemed to explode in size and I had a strange urge to rub myself down there while I sat on the toilet seat and seemed to lose complete control of myself grunting and heaving until I was shuddering with elation and sweating profusely all over. Self-disgust set in when my thingy went all limp once more and after I finally calmed down I had an uncontrollable urge to remove and wipe myself down with the offending garment before flushing it away down the loo. Unfortunately for me Ann's panties clogged up our drains and a day later flooded the back yard with sewage, and the council workman that came to fix the problem handed over the evidence to Mummy, who promptly washed them out and showed me the name-tag marked 'Anne Stewart, St. Annes Girls School', but she just smiled mysteriously, 'tut-tutted', and put them in the dustbin without saying another word on the subject.

By the time Ann returned fifteen minutes later pushing Jake's bicycle with Aunt nursing two large brown paper carrier bags I had been persuaded by Pauline that it was safe to leave my bolt-hole since most of the boys had drifted off for their teas, while the rest were now on the swings. I joined the others as we trooped into the bushes to Jake's hidey hole, and he was very relieved when the bike came into view, but quite stunned when he had a brief glimpse of the frilly and colourful contents of one of the carrier bags especially when Eileen explained the plan. "I wasn't here when you appeared on the scene young man, but I understand that you were most keen to get into my neice Sylvia's panties, so we have decided to dress you up as a girl, provide you with a pair of panties of your own which you can wear to your heart's content, and meanwhile we can make sure they fit you comfortably before you go and then see how you like it!" Jake was now ashen as the implications sunk in through his thick skull and a pair of schoolgirl's white knickers with lacy frills round the legholes and a white B-cup bra were pulled from the first bag for his inspection. "B-but I'm not wearing THOSE, no, not never!" He was then mortified as he watched brov's bike being wheeled away out of sight. "Oh no! That's not fair! I kept my part of the bargin and diddunt scarper so wot are yoo dooin this to me for?"

 "Well young man," Eileen replied, - "it was as a result of a forfiet that your classmate ended up the way she is dressed now, so we will give you one chance to avoid the same fate as Sylvia. You must stand with your back up against that tree over there heels together and touch your toes without bending your knees and without moving your feet forward. Simple as that, if you succeed you can dress back in your boys clothes and ride away but otherwise you already know the consequences." Jake grinned broadly and glanced triumphantly at me as he accepted the challenge. "Even sissy-boy over there can do that!" I was stunned that Eileen should be so cruel to me by letting him get off so easily, while Jake, still in his vest and underpants swaggered over to the poplar. "Your heels must also touch the tree, so if you are ready?" Jake bent his body and immediately lost his balance. "I wasn't ready." Jake pleaded. "We will give you the benefit of the doubt, ready?" Jake took his time but once again was unable to touch his toes without moving forward. "One more chance, ready?" We girls waited in anticipation and were not disappointed as Eileen barked at a mortified Jake, - "Well you lost - applied physics won and you must pay the forfiet, so back into the bushes with you and for decency's sake put these on, and to make sure you don't try to run away, - Sylvia, Abigail, Charlotte and Pauline  can keep you company." "But I ain't goin to git stripped in front of them three girls." A horrified Jake bleated in reply. "Who said they were girls? - Actually they are all boys, and one of them just happens to be my son!" was the crisp reply. So with that priceless piece of information Eileen thrust the dreaded knickers into Jake's hand as he skulked away totally demoralised by his failure, and with us four red-faced 'girls' as proof of what could be achieved by feminine guile he realised he was about to join us in our dressing-up games!

Back in the bushes there was complete silence as the four of us stood and watched as Jake turned his back, took off his underpants and with a deep sigh of resignation quickly slipped into the schoolgirl knickers before removing his vest. I held out the bra Eileen had given me to carry and as he snatched it from my grasp, he looked at me with loathing and declared - "How the fuck do I git into this?" But I snarled back in a whisper, - "Keep your voice down if you don't want the boys on the swings to come over." Pauline kindly took over and with her innocent alluring voice gently asked, - "Perhaps poppet, I can help you into your bra?" She  took the brassiere from the stunned boy, - "Hold out your arms pet," she slipped the his arms into the armhole straps, "Now spin round while I fix the hooks and eyes. There now that's much nicer already don't you think, I had the same problem whan I put on my first training bra, but my Mummy used to help me, you will find them very easy to fit when you get used to them." Jake scoffed "Yoo must be joking! I will never need to git used to em! not ever!" His comments fell on deaf ears as Pauline reviewed the results of her endeavours.

"Hmm. she will look much better when we put some padding here and here don't you think?" Jake looked as though he was about to plant one on  Pauline  when the rustling in the bushes announced the arrival of Auntie Eileen and the other girls."How is it going girls? - Ahh! I can see some padding is required." She searched through the bags and pulled out a pair of wadding breast enhancers. "Arms by your sides young lady!" she commanded as the two pads were slipped into Jake's bra cups. Jake's crestfallen face was a picture but he soon responded. "I'm no young laydee and I ain't gonna bee one!" Eileen's smile was serene, - "We must think of a nice name for our new friend while she is being dressed, so come on girls, put on your thinking caps." With that Jake burst into tears. "There, there, Jake it's not that bad." Pauline's comforting arm round his shoulders to reassure him had the opposite result. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" - was his venemous reply, as he continued his heartfelt wailing. But Aunt just continued rummaging through the bags and selected a number of garments for Jake to try, but as she held them up she tutted, -"I'm afraid grandma's dressing-up clothes aren't very inspiring, she must have recently thrown some out but I am sure this young lady will look as pretty as a picture by the time we have finished with her.

With the sun going down it was getting quite chilly and Jake's teeth were beginning to chatter. "I think you you had better put on your cardies, we don't want to catch colds do we girls?" We took her advice and us girls were all slipping our hands into the armholes of our soft cosy cardigans or just putting them around our shoulders before doing up the buttons, although I had the added luxury of rubbing the sensuous white fur shoulder pads of the bolero I was wearing against my cheeks as I moved my head from side to side, while Jake looked on unhappily, getting colder by the minute.

"Would you like to try this on my dear?" - asked Eileen holding up a princess line white anglais lace petticoat with a camisole top. "Err.- Umm. I fink I will ave to cause I'm fucking freezing! " Jake moaned as he snatched the garment from Aunt, studied it for a moment and in desperation handed it back. "How do I put it on?" A smile of satisfaction flashed across my Aunt's face.  "It is quite easy really darling, there is a small pink satin bow just here on the lace neckline at the front, so all you have to do is hold your petticoat above your head the same way as you put on your vest but with your fingers holding the lace shoulder straps and with the bow facing the way you are facing." "But this strap thing is hanging down." He tried to hold his arms above his head but was hampered by one of the bra straps which had fallen off his shoulder, so Ann took the petticoat from Jake and told him to put the strap back on his shoulder. "While you are about it young lady, you can shorten the bra-straps so that they stay up" We all waited patiently and watched as with much huffing and puffing Jake eventually succeeded in his struggles with the adjustment of the straps and following Aunt's instructions continued to put on the petticoat. "Now gently lower it over your head slipping your hands through the frilled armholes and allow the weight of the garment to do the rest."He did as he was told and then watched  as the hem of his petticoat fluttered down to rest just below his knees.

We looked on as the temptation to swivel his hips and set the frilly hem in motion proved irresistable and a slight smile of satisfaction flashed across his face as the frills swished noisily to and fro, but as we watched this moment of rapture suddenly became more intense as his breathing became faster, his face took on a scarlet hue and he suddenly thrust his hands into the folds of his petticoat, sunk slowly to the ground and began to writhe his body in a most repulsive manner heaving and groaning as though possessed and with one final groan lay sweating profusely from his exertions.I then realised that my own little friend was once again beginning to stir inside my panties so I stepped back so as not to be observed as I rubbed feverishly between my legs and was rewarded with a replay of the earlier experience suffered at the hands of Jake as I too seemed to lose total control over my body even though I managed to remain standing, though shaking and trembling, on my feet.

  Meanwhile Jake's moment of rapture was interrupted by the flash from Ann's brownie camera as his image was captured for posterity and as he laid prone on the ground he moaned hoarsely. "Wot did you doo that for? I diddunt want my mug shot taken!" Jake had once more been humiliated but somewhat unfairly, so it took a lot of diplomatic talk from Eileen to soothe the poor lad down enough for us to continue turning a bully boy into a bashful girl. "Aunty, we have come up with a name for the new girl, she is to be called Nancy," I was too busy recovering from the shock to my system to join in the subdued sniggers at the use of such a sissy name while Jake squirmed with embarrassment."Yes girls, that sounds a lovely name, and I am sure Nancy will soon get used to it, so shall we finish dressing her?" - "You can't call me that," Jake pleaded, I wood rather be called Flora, if I were a girl that is!" The sly sniggers were confounded by his candid reply and the others were shamed into silence, and Aunt was so surprised Jake had expressed a personal preference so forcefully she said, - "Alright then young lady, it's Flora instead!" Eileen's reply stunned Jake into silence as Janet held up a rather quaint blue dress which with even my limited knowledge of girl's fashion seemed dated. "I think you will enjoy wearing this dress Flora, it was my favourite school dress when I was a little girl, and Janet here can help you put it on." So while Ann busily snapped away with her camera a shivering dejected Flora was in no fit state to object and the girls soon had Jake arrayed in the dress, her bobbed brown hair styled with a tail-comb to remove the unsightly knots and create a more feminine look, a smidgen of make-up applied to her face, but the effect was somewhat spoiled by Jake's 'braan' boots, because none of the girly shoes would fit on his feet.

Aunt looked at her watch and then clapped her hands for attention. "Now girls, it is time to go back home for some home made birthday cake, and I am sure Flora would like to come?" Flora was devastated by this suggestion which we all agreed was a good idea, and despite a good try he was in no position to argue."No! No! I can't do that, I will git a gud iding if I'm late ome, you ad better give me me cloves back so I ken go ome now!" "Fair enough young man, we are going now so you have a simple choice to make, you can ride off home dressed the way you are, you can come home with us, or you can wait here and pray for the fairies to help you out, its up to you!" Jake stood his ground with his arms hung limply by his side watching our departure in horror, and probably wondering what else could go wrong on top of the good thrashing he might get from his brother when he eventually arrived back home as we trundled off through the park gates and out of sight towards Ethel's house. It was some time before a breathless Jake caught us up riding awkwardly on his brov's rusty oversized bike, fully aware of giving passers-by more than a glimpse of the frilly knickers beneath his pretty dress, but Aunt, seeing Jake was struggling to keep his balance suggested she help him push the heavy bicycle along the pavement so as to quiz Jake about himself until we arrived back at the house.

"Mummy, I have brought another girl along for some birthday cake if that is alright, we met her in the park." Ethel smiled a warm welcome to our new found 'friend'. "Of course it is my dear, - my! what a lovely dress, when I was a little girl I had one exactly like it, - so what is your name pet?" "Flora," croaked the unhappy boy, and we all giggled quietly at his unexpected reply. "Flora is such a pretty name for such a pretty girl, it suits you." - "Now girls,I want you to go and play some games while we have a quiet chat in the kitchen." So 'Flora' was then whisked off by Ann to join in some party games in the living room with the rest of us while Jake's sad story was then related to Ethel as the two ladies prepared the birthday cake and I sloped off to find out what was being planned in the kitchen on the pretext of a wee.

"So sister, two more nasty little boys brought under our control and feminised on Ann's birthday. She is particularly happy at being able to assist in bringing about  Brian's inevitable conversion to the Sisterhood. Mary has already told me she will be over the moon at getting him exactly where she wants him after all the trouble he has been in the past, and Sylvia cannot do anything about it unless of course she wants all her classmates at school to see photographs of how she will spend her evenings and weekends out and about with her other pretty sissy friends from now on not that THAT will matter much after the weekend if everything goes to plan! As for Flora, despite her coarse speech and manners, the Sisterhood will have little trouble in training her to become a reformed Eliza Doolittle."

"The poor mite has an interesting history, her parents having been killed in the bombing when she was two, and now she lives in a bombed-out squat with Karl her half-brother and his sadistic girlfriend, who is a real brute and as you can see Flora is terribly malnourished while the bruises and wheals I found on her body when we dressed her suggests we have all the ammunition we need to take over her guardianship without any trouble, so  dealing with the pair of them will be a dawdle. I will walk her home and have a chat with the them and see how they respond to the idea of Jake being placed at another school. Mary has already given her consent for Sylvia's conversion, especially after the panties he stole from Ann in order to try on had blocked her drains had given away his guilty secret, so he will be unable to avoid becoming totally feminised by the Sisterhood over the next few months so as to become a happier, and a much nicer person, just like my Graham is now. It was thanks to the way Flora was aroused by her girly clothes in the park by her stiffy and she had to lay on the ground and give herself a good rubbing down, so while we were busy watching Jake's cavortings it gave that rascal of a nephew of ours the chance to play with another erection of his own so proves how willingly he will succumb to the inevitable. Pauline tells me she even coaxed him into playing with Belinda, her favourite dolly. So it seems we have added two more supplicant and willing recruits to our growing band so we just need one more miscreant to complete the intake for the year!"

  Some of Eileen's comments which I just happened to overhear on the way to the toilet made me glance disparingly in the hall mirror at my reflection for stark proof of my own future sorry state and there was nothing I could do about it except possibly run away from home. I had been well and truly stitched up thanks to the uncontrollable urge in my panties which even now was far from dormant having responded positively to my image in the mirror. So I continued my journey to the loo with even more haste than ever before and sit down and ruminate over what my feminised future might bring, courtesy of my aunts, since it was apparent that I was just another victim of their scheming ways and well and truly trapped in their web of intrigue and even looking forward to enrolling, together with Jake in "The Sisterhood", whatever that might be, therefore joining Graham, Tom, Pauline and goodness knows how many other of the little girls present at the party who were not quite all they seemed.

The party came to an end a little too soon for my liking, although not before Ann had accidentally slipped with a glass of coca-cola in her hand. I was aghast watching the contents slowly trickle down my skirt front and I stamped my foot in tearful annoyance. "Look what you have done to my lovely dress! It is RUINED! I HATE you" Ann smiled serenly as she reminded me, - "But Brian it is MY dress you are wearing, so no harm done!" My faux pas was appreciated all round with spontaneous laughter and applause as I realised how keenly I was embracing my newly acquired role. Jake meanwhile was clamouring for his boys clothes so that he could make a rapid exit on his bike. "Oh dear! We seemed to have forgotten your clothes, I think we must have left them in the park, and the gates will be locked by now." With Eileen's startling revelation Jake's face turned ashen as the implications sunk in and the crestfallen boy still dressed as Flora in her glad-rags was escorted to his home by Eileen, while Ethel took me off in the other direction to be re-united with mother in my role as Sylvia, with both Jake and I apparently facing an uncertain future.

When I arrived home I had to endure the 'Oohs and Aahs' over my gorgeous appearance from my Mum interspersed with hugging and kissing sessions while my kid brother sat in his high chair looking on in awe. But I couldn't wait to dash off and rip off my frillies, but when I eventually entered my bedroom I was in for a nasty surprise as my bed was piled high with girl's clothes, and a frantic search of my wardrobe and drawers drew a blank, as they were completely empty! Ethel and Mummy had followed me into the room as I stood there bewildered and speechless. "I couldn't have you walking around in a party dress which in any case looks as though it is ready for a wash, so while you were in the park I brought along some of Ann's cast-offs which she has bequeathed for you to enjoy until Mummy can use her coupons to buy you some girls' things of your own." - "But Mum, where are my own clothes? I can't even find my shoes!" I wailed as the two ladies smiled benignly at me. "Oh, they were all so torn and tattered that I gave the lot to the rag and bone man while you were out, seeing you will be making a fresh start, so the rest of this week you will have a chance to get out and about wearing your new wardrobe." "But you can't expect me to go outside the door in these frilly things, the neighbours and all my friends will recognise me and call me names." - "Don't worry your pretty head about that, dear, I told Mrs. Brown earlier today, so by now the whole street will be in on your little secret so you won't get out of it that easily and you will soon get used to the catcalls. I will be with you most of the time." I then noticed the dollies and cuddly toys which were evidently part of the deal. "And my toys?" I qizzically asked. "Girls do not play soldiers, so they have gone as well!" With this devastating news I sat on the edge of the bed and wept bitter tears as Mummy put her comforting arm round my shoulder.

"There, there Sylvia, its not all bad news, you don't have to go to school for the rest of the week, since I have taken some time off to help you get used to behaving like a little girl so that on Monday you make a good impression when you will be enrolling at your new school." - "Umm. what new school and where is that?" I snivelled. "You will be a border at St. Anne's Girls School, I know you will soon get to like it, and you will meet all your new friends there, so it won't be so bad." I then noticed the school uniform sitting atop the pile on the bed. "You mean I have to wear that!" Ethel smiled blithely. "Yes young lady, you must, those items that fit you of course, which will mean a shopping trip into town later in the week for the ones that we are missing, but if all goes according to plan you will have Flora on hand to enroll with you at the same time." With this pronouncement I laid across the bed screaming in anger and frustration and  kicking out wildly at my misfortune, while my tormentors quietly withdrew.

I had a restless night, tossing and turning as my dreams recaptured fleeting moments of Ann's party, chased through the park in my pink nightdress by a horde of baying boys, duelling with Jake by trying to pull his panties down while he tried to do the same to me, lying in the crook of Belinda the doll's arms while she tried to breast feed me, and finally pulling my knickers down in front of Ann as she did the same with hers, and then looking down to find I had a little slit just like she had, which seemed to me perfectly normal! So by morning I felt completely drained. And when I pulled the bedcovers from off me I found I was still wearing the pink 'babydoll' halter-neck nylon nightie and matching panties I was coaxed into wearing last night, but now my panties were soaked through. But I hadn't wet myself and I realised my little friend must have actively participated in the more vivid parts of my dreams, since my panties had cream patches all down the front while my head was thumping as the rollers Mother had fixed into my hair with hair-pins and a hairnet after she washed my hair in the kitchen sink the night before had dug into my scalp. Jumping out of bed I suddenly needed to go to the toilet rather urgently, and the pee-pot under the bed certainly wasn't adequate for my needs. But dressed only in a see through nightie I felt positively indecent so I slipped into the matching puffed sleeved pink nylon shortie dressing gown, tied the pink satin ribbon round the halter neck, put on the pink furry mules by my bed and made a dive for the stairs, down the hall and out into the yard only to find the outside lavatory was already occupied by mother. So I sat on a chair in the kitchen with my legs crossed, desperately holding myself 'down there' waiting for Mum to finish her chores.

I heard her pull the chain and as the wooden door slowly opened I was already there, ready and waiting. "Dear-oh-dear Sylvia, you are in a hurry," she cackled as I sped past her, slamming the door behind me.   My exit was rather more sedate, but facing me across the fence was our next door neighbour, Mrs. Brown, also dressed in her nightdress. She looked me up and down, sniffed, and commented - "My-oh-My! Just as well your mother warned me to expect a vision in pink! But what do we call you now young man!" I muttered in a whisper "Umm. I'm Sylvia". She turned away, but then turned back and smiled. "Well young lady, Sylvia is such a nice name and you don't look too bad after all, especially your legs! Let's hope your future behaviour matches your stunning appearance, and perhaps we won't mind you being around so much as in the past, good luck pet!" With that she turned about and slammed the door of her privvy behind her while I scuttled back to the relative safety of our house to contemplate the likely reaction of the rest of the neighbourhood.

"Sit down dear and let me fix your breakfast." Mothers cheery voice from the kitchen beckoned so I trotted through the door and sat down while she busied herself at the stove. "Did you sleep well pet with all that scaffolding in your hair?" By now I had forgotten that minor detail but she just ploughed on. "I will take them out after breakfast and you will soon look lovelier than ever." My face blanched at her comment "I think you made a lasting impression on Mrs. Brown, she will put a good word around the neighbours for you." She handed me a plate of porridge which I was soon tucking into before she went upstairs to fetch Daniel and plonked him in his high chair. He gave me one of his cheeky grins and pointed at me. "Bria-" - "No, she is Sylvia now, Daniel." My brother looked confused, - he couldn't even say my former name, let alone attempt my new one, but he just gurgled happily as he set about eating his rusks. Upstairs in Mum's bedroom she began removing my rollers and styling my hair which seemed an appropriate time to ask her what the plan for my day was to be. "Well Sylvia, I think we must first find out from Ethel what happened to Flora and see if she will be joining you on Monday at your new school, although if she doesn't your cousin Abigail and her friend will be there to help you out." "Yes I had forgotten all about Graham." She had brushed my hair until it shone and then applied a touch of face powder, and a smidgen of lipstick to my lips. "There, that looks much better don't you think?" I didn't know what to think, I wanted to complain, to shout, to be angry, to throw things about as I would have always done in the past, but I just couldn't, remaining completely passive as I allowed my mother to do whatever she liked with or to me.

She took me into my room and handed me a pair of pink knickers to try on but must have noted the look of concern on my face. "Don't worry darling, your knickers are all brand new and not your cousins castoffs, apart from the pair of Ann's navy blue school knickers you had flushed down the toilet which I decided to rescue from the dustbin and then lovingly scrubbed them with my own fair hands in the sink ready for you to wear on your first day at your new school!" "Thanks Mum!" I gulped awkwardly at her comment while I automatically tucked myself in as I pulled the pink knickers up round my waist before taking off my nightie and negligee set and taking the brassiere she was holding expertly fitted it around my bust. "You are a fast learner darling, I am surprised you have mastered putting on your underwear so quickly, even down to hiding up your naughty bits!" - I smiled wickedly, "Well Mum, you have always yearned for a daughter called Sylvia, so in order to please you and keep you happy, I have a lot of catching up to do. Umm. I promise to try never to be naughty again, and I will always try to be a credit to you as a girl no matter how long it takes before I become a boy again, since I know as a girl I can never have children."  My devastating reply reduced us both to tears as we both cuddled each other. - "You silly girl, your expectations are set too high, just be yourself, look - you have smudged your make-up," she gulped, - "Let me fix it for you so that we may have a fashion show." So saying I rummaged through the slips, petticoats, skirts and dresses hanging in my wardrobe which we had put away the night before, so while mummy went off to dress for our walk over to Auntie Ethels I tried on and eventually settled on a plain white princess slip and a full-skirted lemon frock tightly secured with a contrasting belt in bright red and on my feet wore a pair of flatties . Eventually she returned dressed in a tired, but pretty flowered dress, one of several of Ethel's black market cast-offs which mum kept in her wardrobe."You look so pretty in that dress darling." She whistled her appreciation as I reddened at her remark. "But I will never be as lovely as you Mum, and I do like what you are wearing"  "That is the first time you have ever said that to me, it was such a lovely thing for my little girl to say to her Mummy." She smiled and gave me a hug and a pat on the bottom. "Now pet, while I put on my make-up you can go downstairs and change Daniel's nappy and tonight you can even give him his bath". - "But Mum, I have never done anything like that before." I whined. "Well girl, now is the time to learn the maternal instincts you showed with Pauline's dolly in the park, so off you go and do as you are told! And while I think of it, always call me Mummy from now on!" Surprised by her sharp riposte I murmured quietly, "Yes Mummy"! With a satisfied smile mummy disappeared into her bedroom leaving me to go downstairs to my brother and change his nappy, ugh!

Half an hour later and we were ready to leave and from the front doorway a quick glance up and down the empty street gave me enough nerve to step outside while Mummy slammed the door behind us and after what mother had said earlier I even offered to push my baby brother along in his push chair. This I found a gratifying experience, trotting confidently along dressed as I was as his older, caring sister and even feeling empathy for this role which I was only playing for possibly a limited period, but my progress was viewed with a beaming smile from Mrs. Brown as she opened her sitting-room window. "Morning Mary, I know your daughter might still feel rather shy, but when my girls come home from school, perhaps Sylvia, you would like to play with them in our back yard, I will get Lucy to knock, she has really been keen to see you now she has heard the good news about your future and she is over the moon!" Somehow or other, no matter how much I swore at, teased or chastied Lucy, she always came back for more, so it looked as though her good news was my bad news, since it might be payback time big time for me!

 "That is very kind of you Sheila, the boys are hardly likely to let her play football in a skirt so I know she will love to play, won't you dear?" Mummy gave me a glance which demanded a response. "Thank you very much Mrs, Brown, I will love to." "Good girl, now Mummy has fixed your hair you look really pretty in your dress. I will see you later Mary for a long chat and perhaps Sylvia would like to go to Sunday school at the weekend with my girls." Mrs Brown closed her window as we clip-clopped off down the street. "It will be nice for you to learn something useful on Sunday for a change - I must get a bible for you to take with you," continued Mum, " and although we both know she is rather nosey pet, she means well and is very kind once you get on the right side of her. 'That will be a first for me', I thought to myself but it also mean't everybody in the street would be aware of my predicament by the end of the day as I noticed our progress being discreetly viewed by similarly nosey neighbours, betrayed by the slight movement  in their front parlour curtains since I must now be the talking point of the week, and that included all the boys I knew, so I must be on my best behavior with the girls from now on if I wanted to live that is! 

Mummy decided to phone Ethel at the nearest telephone kiosk to say we were on our way since she wanted to find out what had happened at Jakes while I waited outside with Daniel and after a couple of minutes we continued on our way. "You will be pleased to know that Ethel has Flora back at her house, since after a stand up row over the way Flora was dressed Eileen eventually persuaded Flora's brother to sign fostering papers and the consent form for her to start at St. Annes by threatening to call the plods, although she earned a black eye in the process. Flora is now safely tucked up in bed, asleep in Aunties spare room, and Ann was up early and collected his boys clothes from the park and although they are damp due to last nights rain they are also under lock and key as well." I had mixed feelings with this news since Jake and I were hardly best buddies, and his intentions were hardly honourable, and if he did end up as Flora at St. Annes, with so many real, and not pretend girls to prey on, what then?

When we arrived, Ann answered the door, having been allowed the rest of the week off home from school in order to help me and Flora adjust to our new lifestyles so Ann and I armed with the key to the guest room, trooped off upstairs to wake the new house-guest. Flora had just woken up and was sitting up in bed wearing the same nightie and negligee set as I wore except it was a pretty pale blue and she too had been subjected to a perm, the hairnet holding her rollers in place on top of her head looking more like a bee-hive, so she scowled when we both burst out laughing."Oi! Whats so funny then? Oi effing well diddunt arsk for this to be dun to moi air, and it urts my effing ead!" Still trying not to laugh we sat on the bed each side of her as Ann took Flora's hand in hers."Please don't scowl like that Flora, as girls we all have to suffer the same fate as you so as to look pretty for our mummies, so don't be upset, Mummy will soon comb it out for you and you will be prettier than ever!" "But oi don't want to look pretty, oim a boi and so is ee!" A disgruntled Flora jumped out of bed and ran off to the bathroom and the next moment Uncle Alex poked his face round the door looking like the lady of the house, since apart from his voice he was unrecognisable with a stylish shoulder length light brown wig upon his head, a oyster pearl necklace round his throat and wearing a flowered housecoat in green and white over a full length lilac satin nightie with matching furry medium heeled mules.

"Hi girls, when is that troublesome cousin of yours going to arrive, I want a word with him." - "Actually Daddy, he, or rather she is already here, don't you recognise Sylvia, my cousin and your niece?" Uncle scowled as he looked me up and down. "Yes very nice Brian, but PLEASE not another recruit to your mother's cause, I thought getting used to foul mouthed Flora would be enough for one night and now I find another of my nephews is now my niece and it's doing my 'ead' in! Ethel, where the devil are you!" He clip-clopped out of the room, along the hall and down the stairs bawling at the top of his voice having overlooked the dressing-down he was due to give me, so after he had gone I just had to ask. "Umm, Ann, why is your Daddy wearing a nightie and negligee?"Ann smiled a sickly smile - "Well, according to 'Aunt Mary', you wore my pink shortie in bed last night didn't you? Mummy always insists Daddy wears them in the evenings and at night, and he enjoys doing so, specially when Mummy and I have special house guests, it helps them feel at ease, in fact over the past few months he has acquired a complete feminine wardrobe of his own and they often go out to concerts or to meet close friends with Daddy all dolled up like a dogs dinner." I decided to keep my own counsel following her reply, since I was in no position to censure 'Aunt Mary' or anyone and in any case I suddenly wanted to keep my beautiful looks, and not end up with a lovely black eye like Auntie Ethel.

"I'm ungry, when do I git sumfing to eat?" Flora's dulcet tones as she re-entered the bedroom didn't cut any ice with Ann, who parried "Well you know where the kitchen is, go and 'git' sumfing, otherwise you can just wait until Mummy calls us." Flora chose to jump back into bed and as she snuggled down remarked. "Why don't you two just bugger orf, I want to git sum kip." A perplexed Ann commented as we trotted back down the stairs, "I don't think St. Annes will get very far with her, she is too set in her ways." Then she brightened as she looked at me, "But Sylvia, I think you will make an apt pupil don't you?" But that was a question I wasn't prepared to answer, and once downstairs Ann and I went our separate ways, Ann into the lounge  where Uncle Alex, still unfazed in his quaint night attire was relaxing on one of the sofas chatting away to Mummy while Daniel played happily on the floor with some of Ann's dollies while I trotted into the kitchen to have some milk and biscuits and quiz my Aunt on what my new school would be like, but the curt reply was 'wait and see'!

It was another half hour before Flora finally slopped her way downstairs still in her nightie apparently taking her cue from Uncle Alex, and into the kitchen where she sat opposite me at the kitchen table and without a word set about noisily demolishing a full packet of corn flakes and a bottle of milk, while Auntie looked on in surprise. "Wot are yoo fucking lookin at?" This uncouth youth seemed to be treading on thin ice talking to Ethel like that but instead she turned on her heels and quietly exited the room. "My Aunt can be really nasty if she likes so don't push her too much." Jake asserted himself and lean't forward in his chair. "Listen ere yoo cocky little pansy, that old cow-bag, or even that Mary, err old man, ave no fears for me, and yoo ad better put a sock in it or else yoo too will nurse a black eye." I had no intention of pushing the matter further and joined the others in the lounge, where a serious discussion on Jake's future was in progress between the grown-ups so Ann and I decided to take Daniel out in the garden to play on the swing.

Suddenly there was a noisy outburst inside the house which seemed to move to outside the front door which then drew our attention so we trotted down the path to the side gate from where we could hear and just about see Jake concealed amongst the bushes in the front garden. So having freed Daniel from his swing and just as the first drops of rain began to fall, we dashed inside to ask what had happened and as I had suspected Ethel had regained the initiative when Jake tried to sneak into Ann's parents bedroom and purloin some of Uncle Alex's clothes or perhaps find his own ones. But the bedroom door was locked, hence Jake's confrontation in the lounge when he came downstairs again, still with his hair in rollers, but demanding his boys clothes so that he could leave. He was then told by all means he could leave and go back where he came from, but dressed only in his blue flighty nightie and negligee as he was frogmarched by Ethel to the front door, Karl's letter of consent shoved into his hand, and he was dumped on the doorstep and the door slammed behind him! So he was now cowering in the bushes out of sight of the road, quietly whimpering to himself to avoid attracting attention and with no real plan of action to get out of the hole he had dug himself into, short of total surrender.

Half an hour later it was the heavy rain that finally persuaded him to quit his hideaway in the shrubbery and shelter in the doorway where he was clearly on view to several bemused passers-by, none of whom felt inclined to offer assistance to this young scantily clad creature with a hairnet and rollers in her hair as she stood sheltering on the doorstep, thoroughly demoralised, sobbing piteously at her misfortune, dripping wet and shivering with the cold until she was finally forced to capitulate. Even then Flora had to ring the doorbell for several minutes before she was finally let in by my incandescent Aunt so as to ensure that she did not dare to step out of line again and promptly marched upstairs to the bathroom, stripped off and dumped in a hot bath before being dressed in her new clothes to be let loose on an unsuspecting public, if that was at all possible with such a vile creature.

Mummy and I had to do some shopping for lunch, and since the rain had stopped we left Daniel with Ann and went off to the corner shop and it was another half hour before we arrived back, just in time to watch a contrite, but now fully dressed Flora, present herself downstairs for inspection. She really looked lovely now that her hair had been styled by Aunt, and although she was only wearing a simple patterned dress she seemed to carry herself with such feminine poise 'Jake the rake' was nowhere to be seen."I am very sorry for the way I behaved towards you and your family Mrs.Stewart, I have no excuses to offer but it won't happen again I promise, so please take back Karl's consent form for my enrolement at St. Annes, I will be quite happy to go there if you are still happy to keep me on." We were all struck speechless by Flora's reply, this was not the foul mouthed  London urchin of two hours ago, but a polite, well spoken and middle class girl from somewhere like Surbiton.

 "What sort of game are you playing young lady?" Even in his role as Aunt Mary, my uncle was not the kind of person to take kindly to having his leg pulled, especially by a twelve year old boy. "Wait a minute Darling, let us hear her out, come and sit down here my dear next to me on the sofa and take your time." Flora had coloured slightly at my Uncle Alex's outburst, but soldiered on. "The way I have behaved was caused by my upbringing over the last two years, before that I was very happy living with a foster family in Staines, who were friends of my thespian parents and I suppose I must have inherited many of their traits. My foster parents sent me to join their son at a private school for boys, and since I was very keen on acting and because of my slight figure I took many of the leading girl's parts in plays and musicals, my favourite being singing on stage as Shirley Temple, but my half-brother turned up and put an end to all that. I was taken away from my foster parents and eventually we ended up in my parents old bombed-out home, just down the road from St. Annes, and to begin with I was always referred to as the pansy-boy, so living with them I quickly learned to fit in with their rough ways and cockney dialect with occasional beatings to keep me in check, and being a bit of a loner at Sylvia's school I soon developed a thick skin, but I am quite tender underneath as you can see."

The look of innocence on this young girl's face had to be seen to be believed as Uncle scratched his head in bewilderment and the rest of us just stared but Aunt wanted more answers. "Umm. Yes my dear, but you must realise that St. Annes can treat only girls, - umm. I mean boys falling into one of two categories, and although both groups may be completely out of control as boys, and both need to be trained to express their more feminine traits and suppress their more dominant masculine ones, the first group do so just to develope into more rounded males when they grow up, while the second group are those boys who wish to develope their femininity  more or less completely, and take on a role in which they feel more comfortable and for which they feel better suited, otherwise we are wasting school resources taking you on as a pupil. - So we have to decide if you will fit in when you start at St. Anne's on Monday in view of what you have told us, or perhaps you do not wish to start at all? In which case we must look for new foster parents and you can stay in your present school for the time being, and continue to board with us, - but take your time, you don't have to answer now, you may wish to think about it, it is up to you!" Flora looked relieved, but I  then piped up  - "But do I get to choose Aunt? The same as Flora?" "Unfortunately the same does not apply in your case Sylvia, since Mary wants you to be taught a serious lesson, and we must bow to your mother's express wishes, and it isn't as if you haven't been doing some experimenting with your cousin's panties on your own now, is it?" While my scarlet face betrayed the truth of what Aunt was saying, Mum chose this point to cut in -  "Of course you don't have to change from Brian into Sylvia forever if you don't wish to darling, you just need some lessons in behaviour that is all, we don't want you to try to go copying your cousin Graham, do we? People might get the wrong idea." Ethels voice then cut in, laced with sarcasm. "Please Mary, don't let Eileen hear you say that, since I think your views on Graham's excellent progress are irrelevant don't you? And we all know how much you would love Sylvia to always be your daughter don't we? Sylvia should be allowed to decide for herself and not depend upon what others might think, she can change her decision at any time after the first six months at school if she wishes, since up until then no lasting harm will be done to her future."

Following this frosty exchange, and since it was nearly lunch time, Mummy decided it was time to turn tail and with us kids in tow set out for home, and as we trotted down our street, a boy I knew gave me a wolf-whistle which didn't portend very well for later in the evening. I spent the afternoon supposedly helping Mummy round the house, doing some ironing until I burnt mother's blouse heating the iron too much on the kitchen stove, washing up the crockery in the butler's sink and breaking two plates in the process and generally causing mayhem as a maid-of-all-work, so I was told to go upstairs and change my dress ready for my new playmates to put in an appearance, then sit and wait while reading a book to Daniel though keeping one eye on the clock until I heard Mrs. Brown's daughters playing in their yard. Eventually there was a fateful tap-tap on the back door and Mum jumped up."I'll go dear, you sit there and finish reading to Daniel and don't forget what I told you to say to your friend."

"Is Sylvia coming out to play Mrs. Taylor?"  "Come in a minute Lucy, she won't be long." I was sitting cuddling Daniel on the sofa, book in hand, when Lucy popped her head round the door and gave a gasp of surprise and a giggle, while I wanted to curl up and die. "So it is true then, you will be coming out to play with us girls, I thought Mum was kidding." "No dear, as you can see my daughter is a reformed character and she has to behave herself if she knows what is best for her, so no more bullying of little girls, isn't that right Sylvia?" Since I was in no fit state to argue I looked up from Daniel's book and hesitated before murmuring quietly . "Umm, yes Lucy, I'm going to be a good girl from now on so I would love to be your friend and come and join in your games." I put Daniel down on the floor and brushed my dress down as I stood up from the sofa while Lucy jumped up and down with excitement, - "Oh Darling Sylvia, I have always wanted to hear you say that, from now on we will have some lovely times together!" - and  she stepped forward as we gave each other a huge cuddle of reconciliation while Mummy looked on in approval. "Come on then you two, off you go and play!"

 But I suddenly had a change of heart."Wait a minute, I don't want to do this, I'm a boy not a girl! No I'm not coming!" I plonked down on the sofa and crossed my arms in defiance. "I would rather not play with anyone dressed like this, my gang will never forgive me!" Lucy was close to tears as I dug my heels in. "There, there Lucy, you go on ahead dear, I will have a few words with her, and I don't think it will be long before she sees how silly she is being, I'm sure she will be out in a few minutes!" A much sadder Lucy disappeared the way she came as I prepared for a major tongue lashing, but Mummy just sat next to me on the sofa as I sniffed with anger  frustration and despair at the fix I was in. "Please don't cry Sylvia dearest, I can quite understand how you feel, It isn't easy for you I know, but you can't go and shut yourself away because you cannot get your own way, just accept the facts as they are now and get on with life as best you can."  "But Mummy, I'm a boy and not supposed to play with girls." "Who says so young lady? Lucy and her friends are prepared to accept your company and let you join in their games. You won't be the only one making sacrifices you know, since they don't all like the idea of you gallivanting around like one of them. As for the chances of being bashed up by your old gang thats unlikely with the girls around to protect you, girls are much smarter than boys you know. Now dry those mince pies and off you go to play and lets hear no more about it!"

 She gave me a quick cuddle of reassurance then as I stood up patted me gently on the bottom before shoo-ing me out of the house as I dashed down the yard to join Lucy with her sisters and friends who were playing a singing game. But as I approached her back gate, Charlie appeared from one of the alleys, took one look and went off to spread the word, while I tapped with some urgency on the back gate and as it was opened by a smiling Lucy the dancing and singing stopped and twelve pairs of eyes turned to focus on me as the realisation dawned that I was the bitter enemy of some of these girls less than a day ago! "This is Sylvia, she has moved in next door to take the place of Brian the Bully and she would like to join in our games, is that alright girls?" Doreen, one of the more malicious girls in the street spoke up. "So it is Sylvia now, is it? I hear you are going to the posh girls school to be 'sorted out'- if they have the patience that is! But I do love your dress, where did you pinch it from!"

  Once more there were gasps of surprise from some of the girls who weren't in on the secret, but none of them seemed outwardly upset at me joining them in their games, though my posh black and white dress Mum insisted I wear had come in for some caustic comment. I looked on with interest as some of the girls began doing handstands against the wall of the house and while most were quite happy to let gravity allow their skirts and petticoats fall away from their waists and show off their legs and knickers others preferred to hitch up the their dresses and stuff the hems of their skirts into the waistbands of their knickers instead. "Can you do handstands Sylvia?" Lucy enquired. "Umm. I dont think so, not dressed like a sissy as my dress will get in my way!" "Well never mind that, stop making excuses." Chimed in Jackie, "Now is your chance to learn,  so lift up your skirt and stuff it inside your knickers." I was led over to where two of my playmates stood, spaced slightly apart, backs to the wall, ready to support my legs if my attempted handstand was a disaster!

Stretching my arms above my head I leaped forward and planting my hands firmly on the ground performed a perfect handstand which was much appreciated by the girls. "Well done Sylvia, now you must hold it for a count of twenty." Although this was not in the script I continued to hold my position as the count down began. But after a few seconds I could hear and see the girls were  sniggering at my expense as I sensed fumbling fingers exploring for the waistband of my knickers and felt them being pulled down towards my ankles allowing my skirts and petticoats to tumble down around me and block out my view. Although I could not see what was going on, I was now bare from my waist to my ankles, so the cries of surprise from the girls begged the question from Sarah, "But where is 'her' willie, there doesn't seem to anything at all 'down there'!" With my feet and ankles still firmly held against the wall by two of the girls, it was still safely tucked away out of sight. "Well it has to be around here somewhere, get her legs apart girls, that should do the trick!" despite my efforts to clamp my legs and thighs together my legs were soon forced apart and my little friend sprung from his hidey hole amids't gasps from the girls. "Dolly hasn't got a hat"! Jenny called out excitedly and I sensed all the girls surrounding me for a closer look had a good laugh at my expense.

"Thats a shame", mused Jackie. "No Dolly hat on! Dolly hat off! Dolly sick!" But Rachel chimed in: "My little bother hasn't one either, but he is Jewish, and all Jewboys have their hats cut off. which is why I suppose they are always supposed to wear a skull cap! Never mind though, perhaps we can still make her dolly sick"! I started to struggle then watched as a girl's foot in a Mary Jane shoe appeared under my skirt and was placed forcefully on one of my hands reminding me of my precarious position with my legs gripped to stop any attempt at escape, so with my skirts effectively blocking my view as to what they were likely to do next, and although I could probably guess, all I could do was relax and try to enjoy a unique experience! So as my struggling ceased the girls foot was withdrawn."Who's turn is it to play with Dolly?" Called out Jackie, and although most of my playmates were horrified at what was being suggested, and despite their objections, there were three girls who were eager to do the dirty deed and began arguing the toss as to who would have the pleasure. "It's my turn to do some milking." cried Mary. "You two have each played around with boys and we agreed next time would be my turn." Eventually Mary had her way and began to play with my little willie, gently at first with the tips of her fingers, then caressing it in the palm of her hand before siezing it between her thumb and forefingers and rubbing vigorously as my audience stood in silence until she acheived the desired result! I was delighted at the intense feelings that coursed through my body as I groaned and grunted at the intense pleasure I had experienced which regretably subsided as soon I reached a climax after which I collapsed in an exhausted heap on the ground and suddenly felt totally humiliated at what had been done to me, while the girls soon lost interest and drifted off to renew their singing games.

It was some time before I staggered to my feet but when I did they were on to me again. "I think Sylvia has recovered and can join in our games, so let's play 'Old Roger is Dead'" suggested Jennifer, Lucy's older sister. "Perhaps we should call it 'Old Brian is Dead'" Rebecca's treble entendre was generally missed by the younger girls so I replied. "I probably will be when the boys find me here." I joined the outside ring of the game so as to learn the words and music and follow the plot. But after a few rounds of play, Mr. Johnson's pit bull was soon aroused by the clattering of sticks along the close board fencing in the back alley, the rowdy noise of tin can football being played, and empty dustbins being overturned as the boys released their high spirits after school which mean't I could be in all sorts of trouble thanks to young Charlie. As the boys reached Lucy's back gate the noise abated to quiet sniggers from the boys, and subdued giggling from the girls, and having discovered the door was bolted, a boy's eye peered through one of the knotholes. "Is Taylor in there with you lot?" Since I was standing with my back to the gate, all he could see of me was a part of my dress, which was a relief, but then I noticed that all the girls on the opposite side of the circle were smiling and looking straight at me, as I waited for my cover to be blown! "Sorry boys, Brian must have gone somewhere else, it's only us girls in here, better luck next time!" One of the lads commentd, but not very convincingly, "Come on lads, lets go, we can catch up with that sissy  later!"

    We heard the gang drifting off, so I quietly whispered, - "Thanks girls for saving my bacon!" "Well Sylvia, you are one of us now, so keep listening out girls, if they come back you all know what to do," remarked Jennifer as  we resumed the game, with me promoted to 'Old Brian' and sitting on the ground in the middle of the circle while Lucy, in her white tiered dress played the apple tree. However my relief was short-lived as with a loud clatter the heads of three boys appeared above the fence and the hand of the one nearest the gate shot the bolt and as the gate swung open the rest of the boys piled into the yard with a cheer and ruined our game and my prospects!

  I was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, so Lucy stepped forward with her legs wide apart and before I could protest or move had lifted the tiered skirt of her dress over my head and sat astride my shoulders, while she beckoned to the other girls not taking part in the game, to join in facing alternately inwards and outwards, arms linked together, forming a tight protective double circle which was slowly revolving completely flumoxing the boys as they realised the elusive Brian was nowhere to be seen amongst the throng of familiar girls heads."Where is he then Tracie?" - growled Steven to his younger sister, sniffing around with the other boys but none was willing to manhandle the girls and attempt to break inside the periphery of the circle - it was seemingly sacrosanct. "Where's who?" responded Lucy as the girls giggled and shuffled their feet noisily. "Now you have seen what you wanted to see please would you go now so that we can continue our game! "Well that is the strangest game I have ever seen." - "Well Ken, if you are all such experts on playing girls games why don't you sissies come join us." Katie's comment did the trick and amidst gales of laughter they all scuttled off the way they came, as one of the girls bolted the gate behind them.

With my head trapped between Lucy's legs and her dress shutting out all the light, I had no idea of what was going on, so it was quite a relief when Lucy eventually stood up and I staggered to my feet, while she made herself look decent once more, and apologised if her breath smelt! I felt mortified at what she had just endured in order to save my cowardly skin, even if she seemed to enjoy it, but it seems so did my little friend! "Taunting boys is only another game Sylvia, it's great putting one over on you lot, even including you hiding under a girl's skirts, indeed! You boys fall for it every time, you bluster and blush and shrink back into your little shells, or lash out, or play your 'bang -bang' games. Most girls play pretend life games and so learn to take the knocks on the chin later in life, boys never do." - Suddenly in this crowded back yard I felt ashamed of myself, vulnerable and terribly alone but I was soon brought down to earth as I was summoned home for tea, safely running the gauntlet of the back alley.

I had another disturbed nights sleep, as I pondered what a wimp and a coward I had become, why didn't I stand up for myself? refuse to play sissy games with the girls? and face up the boys on my own? I seemed to have lost confidence in myself allowing my Mother, Aunts, and the girls in my street to pull my strings, and I could do nothing about it. But possibly if I could do some manipulating of my own there might be a way to solve the problems posed by the boys in the street, and since Flora had decided to become my 'sister' at St. Annes after all, Mummy and Aunty Ethel would be shopping with Flora for her school outfit tomorrow afternoon and were taking me along to give her some dutch courage, as well as being fitted out with some schoolgirl clothing myself, so perhaps afterwards, when Flora came back with Ethel to our house for tea she may as well return the favour!

"Wakey wakey pansy boy, we are waiting for you to give us a treat!" Much to the my dismay, the following morning which was the Friday, there was a loud banging on our door and Ken's voice echoed through the letter-box and up the stairs to where I had just finished dressing in a red box pleated skirt and a crisp white loose sleeved cotton blouse. He then joined the raucous crowd of boys shouting and hollering my name as they continued on their way to my school, unaware that one of the two girls who had just passed them trotting down the street dressed in their best accompanied by Auntie Ethel was Jake, also in my class at school but now looking delectable in one of Ann's skirts and tops and attracting his fair share of favourable stares. I smiled and discreetly waved from my bedroom window as thay made their approach to the house so I dashed downstairs and opened the front door to let them in, but unfortunately one of the boys was more observant than the others, and as he passed by, gave both me and Flora a hard stare of recognition, but for some reason or other chose to keep his mouth shut. Having left my baby brother with Mrs. Brown, our trip on the crowded bus into town was uneventful, although I was unlucky enough not to find a seat. "Please Miss?" A boy of about my age politely stood up and offered me his, but the poor dear's face went bright puce as I sat down and glanced up into his eyes and with a beaming smile responded with my best posh girl's voice "You are most kind." - It was a moment I really savoured and I could hardly believe it, first time out and I had scored as my little friend wholeheartedly agreed and even Flora had a surprised look on her face, but I don't think Ann was very happy with me!

Grants Store was the most prestigious ladies store in town, so as we entered its hallowed portals Auntie and Mummy escorted us to the make-up department to make a few purchases of their own, but us three girls ended up smelling of cologne, Evening in Paris and other mild aromas as we playfully spritzed each other all over until we caught the attention of an eagled eye saleslady who requested we cease followed by apologies all round from our parents who were not amused. "Okay girls, next stop the girls' department." We reluctantly followed the ladies and took the lift to the first floor where we were ushered by a floorwalker through ladies lingerie and into girls' schoolwear and introduced to Miss Hobbs a rather skinny pallid woman who was soon chatting away gaily to Auntie before the rest of us were made to feel welcome. "Hello Ann dear, you look very pretty this morning, Ah yes! you must be Mrs. Taylor - and which of these two charming 'gaels' is your daughter." I took her hand, and gave a little curtsey which Mummy insisted I practice the night before, much to my disgust. "Charming my dear, and so this must be Flora? You have chosen such a pretty name." Flora and I exchanged glances, it was clear Miss Hobbs had been forwarned of the the two naughty boys destined to join the growing band at St. Annes'. "So now ladies down to business, please take a seat!"

She snapped her fingers and Lynne and Julie, two young salesgirls exchanged amused glances as they stepped forward and we stood awkwardly erect as their hands freely roamed over our girly clothes taking our measurements and probably trying hard not to laugh before swanning off to collect our uniforms from the glass-fronted shelves. This gave Flora and I a chance to take in more of our surroundings, and since the seating by our counter was fully occupied, we were able to sit nearer to the door and watch the comings and goings without attracting attention to ourselves and were able to feast our eyes and exchange views on one of several of the scantily clad female dummies. This one was wearing a Hollywood fifties style pyramid shaped bra. and generously decorated flared silk french knickers but without either of us feeling in the least bit embarrassed as we recalled magical moments in American films we had seen at the local 'flea-pit' called The Palace.

Our attention was diverted by the noisy mechanical 'flying fox' overhead cash handling system which consisted of a series of wires running from a raised cash office to each counter on the department floor and along which cartridges containing customers cash transactions would be catapulted to and fro delivering customer's money and returning with their change and receipt. From where we were sitting one of the wires passed directly over our chairs and we figured if someone stood on their chair it would be possible to stop the cartridge as it whizzed towards the cash office and retreive the cash. I lost the toss of course, so having been forewarned by its noisy approach I mounted the chair while being careful not to snag the hem of my dress in the process. But the darned thing was travelling so fast it just pushed my outstretched hand out of the way, and I lost my balance,  as I ended up in an unladylike heap on the carpet although my landing was unobserved by the others, - but not completely. "That'll teach you Young Miss!" chuckled a floorwalker as he passed by, - "nobody has ever stopped one yet!" Flora had tears running down her cheeks at this turn of events as she tried to suppress her giggles, and I nursed a bruised arm and hand as she helped me up, but we were thankful not to have been reported to those in command.

"Come on girls, time to try on your uniforms." It was with foreboding that we went over to the counter before being marched into to a dressing room by Miss Hobbs where two piles of colourful clothing awaited their lucky recipients while Lynne and Julie in their smart black court shoes, fully fashioned nylon stockings and pencil skirts which seductively snapped and crackled with static as they moved, white lacy see-through blouses, and long shiny hair held back with white scrunchies were waiting to help us off with our clothes as the stick insect bustled off to keep my family amused. Despite our half-hearted protests at being stripped by the two sales girls we watched in the mirrors as capable hands soon divested us of our colourful summer dresses and our white princess style petticoats to reveal our white padded 'A' cup bras and lacy cotton knickers which disclosed in the mirror a secret we both tried in vain to conceal as we thrust our hands between our legs while balancing awkwardly on our lily-white legs in our black patent shoes and white ankle socks.

 "There is no need for you to feel modest in front of Julie and I, since we too were boy pupils at St. Annes Girls School where in accordance with our mothers' wishes we were re-programmed by the school clinic from disruptive sons into dutiful daughters the same as you will be, and we also had the same stiffy problem we can see you are having now, but not any more thank goodness!" - "Yes, Lynne and I were part of the normal intake to the school of about forty boys and two hundred girls each year, but we were just two of the forty boys who had chosen to become imasculated before we matriculated, so two hundred and forty girls finally left - all of us boys had chosen to be made into girls by the school clinic and we were all very pleased with the results as we think you would agree!" Then much to our approval and enjoyment Julie suggestively wiggled her shapely bottom to emphasise their claim which cheered us up no end.

"So now it seems with the prior approval of your families you are about join our Sisterhood and be subjected to the same radical feminising treatment that we endured, and in a few years your little erections will cause you no more embarrassment since the source of the problem will be gone forever. But as you can see, the changes the school clinic will make will be ample compensation for your loss, since once you start at the school next week, hopefully you will never wish to go back to your miserable ways, thats almost a cert. since St. Annes boasts a high success rate and you will eventually possess the same physical attributes which we do!"

 We stared at the ample protrusions in the conical brassieres beneath their lacy blouses as Lynne and Julie lovingly fondled their breasts before running their hands smoothly up and down their hips and thighs in their tight skirts and across the flat, smooth vaginal area in between as it finally sunk in that we could experience the same fate as theirs, and as we looked again in horror at our girly reflexions in the mirror our little friends seemed to shrink out of sight in the face of such a serious threat to our future boyhoods!

Having endured the pleasure of trying on our new outfits and thanked our charming assistants Flora's frank admission as we trotted back to the counter came as a complete surprise. "WoW! if I had a face and a figure like those two beauts, I would love to become a girl!" Although I would never have admitted such profound thoughts to another boy, I couldn't agree more!

While we waited for the ladies to settle the bill we wandered back to the female dummy near the entrance for one final scout around and then returned to the counter to help carry out our purchases to a waiting taxi."Forward Mr. Jackson immediately if you please!" Just as we were about to leave the stenoriantones of the stick insect echoed round the department from the entrance, and the floorwalker came scurrying past us from back of shop to be confronted by an incandescant Miss Hobbs as she gestured wildly at the dummy, now virtually disrobed with both her pert breasts now displayed peeping out from the top of its conical bra which had been displaced and now rested round about her belly-button whilst her french knickers were halfway between her thighs and ankles. We couldn't help smirking and giving the game away as we walked past poor old Jackson knowing we had got the better of him in the end, but thanks to us his momentary lapse in concentrating on his job cost him a lot of brownie points judging by the tongue lashing he received from Miss Hobbs, although the furious glance mother gave me mean't Flora and I would not escape scot free.

Later in the afternoon we arrived back home by taxi loaded down with our purchases and having completely ignored the nosey stares from the windows across the road, Mummy asked me to collect my brother from our next door neighbour and introduce her to Flora and Ann. Mrs. Brown then outlined the dastardly plans her daughters and their friends were cooking up to outwit the local boys later in the evening and ensure they didn't bother us any more, so we ran back indoors for tea in anticipation of the return from school of Lucy and her sisters hopeful that their plan would work.

And so it came about that an hour later the three of us had trooped into Lucys' garden and watched the arrival of her friends, each one carrying either a box or suitcase containing their dressing-up clothes, which were added to the growing collection piling up on top of the coal bunker as we then settled down with the girls to a game of 'Poor Jenny' while waiting for our prey to arrive for a game of 'truth or dare'. The howling of Mr Johnston's dog warned us of their impending approach but it was with some trepidation that we watched Katie undo the bolt and open the back gate to allow the boys free access to come swaggering into Mrs. Brown's yard which was then promptly bolted and locked behind them and they bayed in unison as they picked out Flora and me from the crowd of girls and began to roughly manhandle the two of us into the middle of the yard in spite of my plaintive plea. "Please boys, leave us alone, you will soil our pretty dresses and get us into trouble."

The inflexion in my voice and my choice of vocabulary was totally inappropriate as the girls' and  boys' laughter echoed round the yard."Ooh! get her! I bet she can't wait to wear her pretty uniform to school when she joins all the other pansies!" Ken's response showed I was courting disaster and there seemed no way out, but Jennifer cut in. "Okay boys, you win, we have been truthful and done what you asked us to do, you have the two sissies in your power, now it is time for you to keep your part of the bargain and accept our dare if you wish to do what you like with them of course!" The boys were not so keen on this idea and wanted to sort Flora and me out first, but the screams of 'cowards' from the girls soon won the day.

The boys were introduced to a game called 'the dream game' which was demonstrated to them by two of the girls as they stood in the upright postion and then with a deep intake of breath lowered themselves to the crouching position, before standing up  while expelling the air from their lungs only to repeat the same routine twenty times over. They then each placed their index and forefinger in their mouth and having closed their lips over their fingers, and inflated their cheeks they blew hard against their fingers without allowing the air to be expelled from their mouths."Is that it?"- asked Ken - "Yes, it is simple as that, so if you agree to the challenge you must all participate each one in turn and to win you must all remain on your feet and not stagger about or fall down before you have completed the task, otherwise those who fail to stand still must perform a forfiet, and you must all promise your two captives will be released and not be bothered by any of you again."

"Easy peasy" declared Charlie as they all clamoured to be first in line and up to the challenge so after some pushing and shoving Freddy had the first go. Everything went swimmingly until he placed his fingers in his mouth and his world seemed to crumple as he ended in a heap on the ground. "Whe-where am I" he gasped as he climbed shakily to his feet a moment later and looked round in a daze, so while he recovered and the jeers abated the next volunteer stepped forward to try his luck. Ken did a bit better, he actually stayed on his feet, but he spun round a couple of times before regaining his balance. "Wow! that was some trip" - was Ken's dazed remark. "Two down, ten to go." - remarked Katie calmly as number three tried to do better but again come unstuck at the final hurdle. The enthusiasm for the challenge was beginning to wane but Tony did much better and although he swayed a bit he was given a clean sheet which helped to encourage the others to succeed in the challenge.This confidence was short-lived and the final tally was three successes while the rest failed and their crestfallen faces were not helped when they were shown the pile of clothing on the coal bunker and told part of the dare included a trip to the park following a drastic change of clothing much to the amusement of everyone else!

"Okay Freddy, you were first to lose, so go in the toilet, strip off, and put these on, then come outside again with all your belongings so we can finish the job." Flora held up a pair of pink satin panties which she handed to Freddy and before he could protest, he was bundled into the loo and amidst jeers from the boys his bright puce face re-appeared a minute later just wearing the knickers. So having been relieved of his clothes he was taken aside by two of the girls to continue his transformation while the next unwilling victim was shoved unceremoniously into the loo. Eventually all the boys except for one determined objector had been dealt with and stood in a line looking extremely uncomfortable in the assortment of pretty dresses, naughty nighties, sports and gym outfits and even schoolgirl uniforms complete with straw sun hats to hide their hair, feeling extremely vulnerable in their dainty girls panties, even though they were hidden out of sight. The final insult was having their lips enhanced with bright red lipstick, mascara applied to their eyelashes and pink face powder daubed on their faces and being spritzed all over with cheap Woolworth's scent before being informed a walk to the park was next on the agenda at a time when the streets were at their busiest while Robert, Teresa's twin brother, who flatly refused to be made to dress up, had been tied to a drainpipe to be dealt with by the boys later!

 Flora and I couldn't believe our luck, since we were unlikely to be bothered by these guys again, but our elation was short-lived since our request not to go to the park with the others was challenged by Jennifer. "First of all you two girls must play the dream game and then if you win, you need not come along." This was not what we expected, but reluctantly agreed, and we both failed miserably although the girls saved us from ending up in a dead faint on the ground and possibly damaging our dresses or grazing our knees in the process.  And so while Ann went off home with her mother, Flora and I, although still a bit dazed found ourselves joining a colourful, but part happy and part sad procession wending its  way to the park, where we were required to go on all the playground rides with our chaperones much to the delight of a raucous crowd of onlookers who cheered madly when the strong wind  revealed more of our frilly underclothing than was decent, even if we had been girls, but eventually many of the kids drifted away as they lost interest in the floor show and I think some of the boys enjoyed the experience as much as we did and as time passed by they became more used to their strange garb.

The uneventful return trip was ruined for the boys when we trooped into Mrs. Brown's yard. All the dressing up clothes were still there in an untidy heap on top of the coal bunker but there was no sign of the boys' things and Mrs. Brown had gone out. To the boys dismay it was then realised that when we left for the park although Jerry was with us, nobody had seen the other two boys excused from dressing up, so I dashed indoors and mother came out to try to put their minds at rest. "Sorry lads, sad news I'm afraid, before they left the yard I watched as two of your gang untied the other boy before throwing all your clothes over the Johnson's wall, although one of them decided to stay on and do some dressing up of his own. I must say he seemed to have a wonderful time as he danced and skipped happily round the yard as he tried on some of the girls' colourful outfits, but from the bedroom window  I could see one of his friends didn't leave but was enjoying the view from behind the back gate."

" Eventually while he was changing into another dress in the toilet, the so-called 'friend' threw the boy's clothes over the wall to join the others in the next door yard, before calling out rude names and running away, but after the boy realised what had happened I lost sight of him, so he must have run off home still dressed in his glad rags."  Although us girls could see the funny side, the gasps of alarm from the boys changed to anger as all eyes focussed on the closed door of the toilet but he wasn't there, so any thoughts of revenge were put on hold as they asked my mother to go and ask Mr. Johnson for their things back but she just laughed. "Mr. Johnson is working nights this week, so if you want your clothes back before morning, you must face the wrath of his dog, so I will just leave a note for him on his doormat informing him what has happened so that you may collect them from us tomorrow." Nine terrified boys were now faced with going home in their dress-up outfits since the girls made it clear they were not going to help them out as gradually they drifted off in ones and twos or accompanied by their sisters, and having to explain to their parents and siblings what had happened to their normal clothes which were unlikely to be anything like normal in the tender loving care of a vicious dog.

It was a movement in the pile of girls' garments still stacked on the coal bunker which caught Jennifer's eye and she went over to peel back some of the clothes and out jumped a frightened red eyed boy dressed in a white tennis dress and white plimsols and socks, desperately holding on to a pair of frilly white 'Gorgeous Gussie' tennis panties which were much too large for his slim body and threatening to end up around his ankles.

"Gulp! Umm. let me explain!" was as far as he got, still clutching his prize panties around his waist to maintain what little dignity he had left as his excuses stuck in his throat. Fortunately his chance discovery was too late for him to get beaten up by the other  boys, since there were only two more remaining who also faced the prospect of dashing off home dressed as little girls. "So Roberta my sissy baby brother is found out at last, so why didn't you want to join in with the others and come to the park? After all, you do look very fetching in that lovely outfit, but you do need a little makeup to match with your sissy friends." There was a roar of surprise and approval from the girls as Teresa, Robert's twin sister stepped forward to finish off the job her dumbstruck brother had started while we were away. "You should have told me a long time ago that you would like to be a little girl dearest brother, it would have been lovely to have you dressed like me playing with our dollies together, since we both know that all our clothes fit each other, Mummy would have loved it, - but I don't know about Dad so you had better put these on!" She threw her brother a pair of white cotton panties which were more his size as the irony of the situation struck home and I remembered Robert was the schoolboy whose mouth was hanging open with surprise as he recognised Sylvia and Flora while passing my house in the morning along with his friends, but had decided not snitch to the others who we really were, and now I knew why!

Later in the evening I had expected to crash out immediately I climbed into bed, but instead I lay ruminating over such an eventful day, worried by the salesgirls' dire warnings about my new school based on their first hand experiences and what had been done to them, intrigued by the girls who did not faint in the yard while so many of us boys had done so, and concerned that in spite of the promises, the local kids would harass me on my way to and from my new school.

So early next morning which was the Saturday and with just two days to go, I quizzed my mother on what was going to happen to me in the months to come and my concerns about my safety on the daily journey to and from school. So she tried to re-assure me by telling me Flora and I would be weekly boarders, just coming home for the weekends which is why as well as my school uniform I had also picked out some new nighties during our trip to town and she insisted I mark the soles of my smart new maryjane shoes and sandals with a hot poker and get in some needlework practice helping her sew the embroidered name tags on all my belongings, but it was quite a shock to read 'Miss Sylvia Taylor' on each and every one of the tags.

"Well Darling, at least you won't forget your new name in a hurry." was her response as we set about the task, as she held up two other items she had also purchased for me, one being a pair of fully fashioned nylon stockings, and something Mummy called a suspender belt, which would hold up my stockings if I was ever made to wear them, but she wasn't very forthcoming about my other concerns. "It depends upon how you behave when you arrive at St. Annes as to whether you get to wear such feminine fripperies in the future young lady, especially after the way you were behaving in Grants yesterday, since you could have cost that poor man his job and it certainly would have been reported back to the school, and you haven't even started there yet. So if your behaviour doesn't improve you certainly will end up as a sweet placid girl just like the two charming young ladies you met in the store yesterday, in which case you will certainly have to wear your suspender belt and stockings for your matriculation in a few years time my girl, so having them with you at school should be a stark reminder of what might happen!" This was all I got out of her but she was able to tell me how the girls fooled all us boys in the yard and remained on their feet during their demonstration of the fainting game.

When at mother's insistance I went to answer a knock at the front door to my complete surprise I found Lucy, Teresa and a coy looking Robert, or rather Roberta standing there since he was once again dressed up as a girl, but the Reynolds twins now looked exactly the same with similarly styled light curly hair and both wearing St. Annes pink candy striped summer dresses! "Hi Sylvia, we are going to the local flea pit for Saturday morning pictures and we thought you might like to come along and make up a foursome." As an  answer to Teresa's suggestion I gave Lucy and Teresa a peck on the cheek but drew the line at kissing Roberta and then  beckoned for them to come through to the sitting room so as to ask Mummy if I could go. When she caught sight of the twins Mother clapped her hands together. - "My goodness! Two beautiful twin girls! What a delightful sight! Roberta, if you joined Teresa as a pupil at St. Annes perhaps the clinic could treat you so that you may become a girl just like your sister!" "Thank you for being so kind as to say so Mrs. Taylor, we both would like that to happen and so would Mummy, but Daddy would hate it so we know that it is not possible, Teresa suggested that since Dad stays in bed all this morning we could sneak out as proper twin girls so Mummy dressed me in Teresa's old school uniform, so here we are."

"Oh dear, your daddy's attitude is a great shame, but anyway what can I do for you girls?" "Umm. please Mum, can I go to the pictures with my friends?" She thought for a moment. "Well that depends young lady, I thought you and your gang had been banned from there because of the damage and disruption you had caused in the past?" I had to agree with her there. "But Mummy, now I am Sylvia the cinema staff won't know me from Adam, or perhaps I should say Eve, - and in any case Robert is banned too!" She sighed, "Well I suppose four girls are hardly likely to kick the backs of the seats in, so pass me my handbag since you will need some money in order to get in, now off you go and enjoy yourselves!- Oh. and since you will be passing your cousin's on the way perhaps you would like to see if she and Flora would like to go." We all agreed it seemed a good idea and having picked up my purse I gave mother and Daniel a big hug before we bustled off out of the front door without any worries about dangers lurking out in the street, after all we had ample protection in the company of the two girls, who had recently proved far more streetwise than any of us boys!

We persuaded Flora and Ann to come along to the Palace cinema and since Teresa and Lucy had the only valid membership cards for the kids' film club, Teresa suggested the rest of us could be let in through the fire exit behind the girls' loos, which also meant we could watch the show for free. Eventually Lucy swung open the fire door to the toilets and we pushed our way into a crowd of under-age girl smokers coughing and chattering away before the film show started inside.  "Hang about girls, I must have a tinkle." Ann was followed by Roberta as she went off to the cubicles while Teresa moved away to button-hole two girls for a brief but animated conversation and as she rejoined us I noticed her exchange a knowing smirk and a wink at Lucy and as Ann trotted back from the cubicles she whispered to the others. - "It's all set up then?" I realised they were obviously planning something and I had a feeling Roberta could well be the next victim of the Sisterhood although Flora seemed oblivious to what was going on since he was busy chatting up a young girl who he obviously fancied, given half the chance.

  As the lights dimmed inside the cinema we all quit the toilets and  dashed off to find ourselves seats in the stalls to watch the latest instalment of 'Tarzan'. I was seated between the twins, so when his sister whispered across me for Roberta to put Teresa's purse his cardigan pocket, since Teresa didn't have a cardigan with her, hence no pockets. that I began to smell a rat! Graciously Robert did as his sister asked and as we settled down to enjoy the programme I recalled in the past there was little hope of that when I was there with my gang, but now I was dressed as one of the delightful creatures we used to like to show off in front of, I was just part of the attentive, enthralled audience enjoying every minute of the show, no longer under the sufferance of a crowd of loony boys out to spoil things for everyone else! When the house lights went up at the end of the performance and we started to troop out, I noticed that the manager and usherettes were congregated round the exit doors, in the company of the two girls who I saw earlier in earnest conversation with Teresa in the toilets. The twins were in front of me in the queue to leave, and although Teresa passed through unchallenged, the girls pointed out Roberta to the cinema staff and she was promptly marched off to the manager's office with Teresa tagging along behind while the rest of us hung around outside to find out what was wrong.

One of the cinema staff was despatched to the twins house, and eventually the distraught parents turned up to collect their two children, but from the shouting match inside the office it was clear that Mr. Reynolds was not amused at being confronted by TWO daughters, and demanded 'what the hell' his son was doing in the cinema dressed in his sister's clothes, when as a boy he was warned by the staff against ever going there again, and furthermore had sneaked in without paying, and also being accused by a young girl of snatching her purse in the girls' toilets of all places!' Despite his wife's and Teresa's efforts to comfort and calm him down the man was beside himself with anger and despair at their connivance in Robert's current predicament especially when the local bobby arrived and told us kids to go off home before he went into the office to sort things out.

It was later in the afternoon that Ethel and Ann came round on their way back from visiting the twins' parents and gave us the low-down on what had happened. Fortunately Roberta had been let off with a caution, even though he could have pleaded innocent as charged and pointed the finger at his sister as the guilty party! The local police had phoned Ethel who was only too pleased to trot round and offer her advice in the matter, but even she was shocked at being confronted by the twins now sporting a swollen nose apiece, while Mrs. Reynolds didn't seem very well either. So despite the plea of innocence from the contrite father, he was informed that like it or not Roberta would be enrolled as a female student at St. Annes for a trial period as a weekly boarder starting Monday, unless Mr. Reynolds wanted to make something of it - which of course he didn't, while his two twin girls were over the moon with happiness at the outcome since Roberta had a ready-made supply of his sister's school uniform to fall back upon.

The following morning found me walking hand-in-hand with Lucy while my tiny matching dolly-bag was hanging down daintily from my wrist as we trotted sedately towards the church hall with Lucy's sisters in our best Sunday dresses in white cotton with eyelet lace, my new white leather-bound bible clasped to my breast in my white lace-gloved hand for my first ever Sunday school service made me feel so light-headed and special! But as we went past the local shops hoots of derision from two passing boys on the other side of the road made me glance at my reflection in the shop window we were passing at the time, and I was horrified at the sight of what seemed to be a spotty-faced little boy in a badly fitting dress striding awkwardly along the pavement, totally out-of-place with his girl companions.

The introductions following our arrival also proved to be a baptism of fire since the eagle eyed Mrs Harris, the plump, jolly but down-to-earth vicar's wife promptly saw through my disguise and never minced her words as she took my lace-gloved hand in hers as I gave her an impromtu curtsy. "Ah yes!" she boomed, smiling benignly,  "Master Brian Taylor if I am not mistaken and one of the young gentlemen who trashed the Sunday school furniture earlier this year. I was informed by Mrs. Stewart your Aunt, that you were going to attend Sunday school this morning and in order to do so agreed to dress up as a young girl! I am sure Vicar will be prepared to forgive you your trespasses in view of the way you have presented yourself in such a contrite manner with Mrs. Brown's daughters."

The vicar ambled over to join in the conversation but his wife hardly gave him a glance and the smoke from his pipe made me cough and splutter as I fumbled unsuccessfully in my dolly bag for a hanky."Here my dear, you may borrow my hankerchief." She handed me this tiny piece of folded anglais lace material which I opened out and promptly blew loudly into in order to clear out my tubes as she tut-tutted, - "No! No! not like THAT! You are not blowing a trumpet! As a young lady you may sniff gently into your hanky and then daintily dab your delicate nose dry!" I mumbled my thanks for her advice and handed her back the crumpled, soiled snot-rag as she continued her spiel.

"Anyway, getting back to the subject, the vicar and I are delighted  to hear you are about to attend St. Anns Girls in order to make some reparations for your many misdeeds of the past by agreeing to undertake some mental theraphy and also perhaps some subtle adjustments to your plumbing in order that you may be returned to the fold in the same lovely condition as many of the other former reprobates of St. Annes clinic, having been changed into as perfect specimens of the  English rose as is possible, and are now living amongst us as useful members of the community.

Under the circumstances, I must say even now you do make a passable looking Sylvia, if I may be permitted to call you by your christian girl's name!" Her little speech greatly amused the boys and girls who were listening-in, but left our young minds completely flummoxed as to what some of it meant as I made an intense study of my white mary janes before eventually spluttering "Umm. yes please Miss, while I am to remain dressed like this and learn to act and behave more like a young girl I would prefer you to call me by my feminine name rather than Brian!"

As Mrs.Harris bustled off, my reply was greeted with cuddles and squeals from the girls drowned out by the hoots of derision from the boys, as they attempted to jostle me and give me a hard time, fortunately without success, but the thought crossed my mind that if I were still batting for the same team, I too would have been pushing and shoving and shouting at any pansy boy in a dress that came along.

The rest of the week-end flew by as peparations were made for the first day of our new lives at St. Annes, bouyed on by the headlines and photographs in the Sunday papers which read - 'Ex fighter pilot is now a woman'. In our alter egos as Flora, Roberta and Sylvia, we were three lucky boys facing the enticing prospect of tasting life on the other side of the fence before deciding whether we wished to make the changes to our appearances more permanent, thanks to the clinic at my new school which would afford us the chance to grow breasts and get rid of our thingies, and enjoy a life just like any other girl and eventually grow up to be a woman just like our mummies, and we all agreed if a fighter ace could do it why not us?.

   

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