I have quite a bit of the next chapter (25) of AVVE written and hope to
finish it in the next week –ten days but I needed to take a break to re-charge
the batteries and perhaps readers following our hero feel the same way.
Aubrey’s journey seems to be going on for ever but thankfully readers still
seem interested and as ever I’m very grateful.
As a distraction I began
composing the illustration below. I had nothing particular in mind when I
started it and usually I would insert a caption but then like a lot of
pictures/photos, (news, sport, general interest etc) I look at I began to
wonder what is the story behind the picture.
What
happened before or after? What are these people saying? How did this situation
come about?
It would
probably take a whole story to do this properly but I don’t have the time for
that so I settled on the hour before the picture -hence the title (with
apologies to Lennon/McCartney).
Initially it was only meant to be a few
hundred words but as usual it didn’t work out like that but it’s still not too
long at about 1500 words.
If I had
the time I’d rewrite parts of it but unfortunately I don’t so hopefully readers
will enjoy it as it is.
Take care
Carrie
An Hour In The Life (Of A Sissy)
By
CarrieP
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s he sat at his dressing table gazing into
the mirror William tried to make sense of how everything in his world had been
turned upside down and inside out. It had only been a week since he walked into
Martha, his fiancée’s family home. A confident, charming and impeccably groomed
young man sure of himself and his place in the world, he remembered dismissing
Martha’s advice regarding her overbearing mother.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head my
dear.” he recalled saying to her as if she was a child “I have never met a woman I could not handle,
I really cannot foresee any problems with your mother I’m quite certain I will
have her eating out of my hand in no time.”
That conversation seemed like a lifetime ago
now.
The reflection in the mirror now bore no
resemblance to that self-possessed young man. Staring back at him was a
flawlessly made-up pretty face, a hint of blush accentuating the high
cheekbones, a dusky eye shadow and mascara
emphasising large brown eyes, his already full lips enhanced by the
application of a deep rose pink lipstick, hair brushed into a distinctly
feminine style.
It took all his masculine will power to hold
back the tears. Ruining his make-up with the salty tears of humiliation would
result in a severe scolding followed by an equally severe spanking by Mummy- as
he now had to address his future mother-in-law.
Crying was only permissible after he had his
make-up removed and that would not be until later when Louise his maid would
undress him and put him to bed for his afternoon nap.
His hand drifted to his shoulder where he was
about to fidget with the wide strap of his tight and oppressive long-line
brassiere and just as his fingers reached the heavy material he caught a
glimpse in the mirror of Louise returning from the large walk-in closet. The
hand dropped immediately. Interfering or indeed touching his bra, girdle or
stockings without permission was considered a serious breach of Mummy’s rules regarding
ladylike behaviour, particularly in front of the servants. And Louise would
only love to witness another spanking so she could relay his utter humiliation
to the rest of the all female domestic staff who were enjoying every minute of
his shame at being transformed into a simpering and submissive sissy.
“I hope you were not playing with your
brassiere straps Miss William.” she said mockingly.
“Oh no, Louise.” he answered meekly.
The words ‘Miss William’ bit into him harder
than the straps of his tight and oppressive brassiere but he dare not show it.
“That’s a good girl.” she said in her usual
patronising tone “You know you are supposed to ask permission and I’m sure you
don’t want another demerit on your behaviour chart. You already have two from
yesterday. The mistress would be so disappointed.”
Another demerit and he would find himself summoned
to Mummy’s bedroom and after being lectured about his lack of decorum he would
have to drape himself over her knee and suffer the consequences of his poor
behaviour.
“Yes Louise.” he replied shivering at the
prospect.
“Now would you like me to adjust your straps?”
she asked looking at him in the mirror.
Even though it had been less than a week
since he entered the house William had learnt very quickly that having a good
relationship with your personal maid was very important if he was to avoid
accumulating demerits.
“Oh yes please Louise.” he responded
gratefully, he still had not got used to wearing a brassiere and he felt the
shoulder straps and the back band were pinching his skin. “I’d be very grateful,
it’s very tight.”
“Oh it’s not tight at all Miss William. Girls
have to put up with these little discomforts
every day. But I’m sure you will soon become accustomed to it.” Louise
said a little disdainfully but he could see that she was happy that he had
asked her permission which gave him cause for relief, she continued
“It’s just your breast forms are slightly out
of place and you’re not used to the rigours of ladies foundation garments. As
you know these are the mistress’s so they may not fit perfectly. When you have
proper breasts and are fitted by the mistress’s corsetiere you will be grateful
for such wonderful support. Now stand up I want to check the seams on your
stocking are straight and properly fixed to your girdle.”
William had multiple humiliations to endure
but wearing his future mother-in-law’s brassiere and girdle was by far the
worst. They were a constant reminder of his subjugation.
“Ah… did you say…proper…”he began but Louise
was already concentrating deeply on checking his stockings.
“Yes all secured properly.” she said as she
retrieved a six layered bouffant petticoat with gold trim on the hems.
The sight of the huge garment distracted him
from his enquiries.
“Oh please Louise do I have to wear
that.” he pleaded as she fluffed out the voluminous material.
“Miss William!” Louise snapped “Madam
said you have to look your prettiest today as you are meeting her sisters. Now please
behave and do as you are told otherwise I will be forced to issue you with a
demerit?”
“Oh no please Louise.” he pleaded “Not that.
It’s just that… it’s so…”he mumbled.
“Feminine.”Louise said helpfully and laughed
“Yes of course it is. What did you expect? Madam wants to show her sisters what
a wonderfully pretty young man her new son-in law is.”
William bit his lip, the shame of his
situation coursing through his body.
“Now are you going to be a good girl or do I
have to issue your demerit?” she said impatiently.
He nodded silently.
“Say it.” Louise snapped.
“I’ll be a good girl.” he sobbed.
“Remember now, no tears. You know how it
ruins your make-up” Louise warned him gently, arranging the bulky petticoats
carefully as she spread them out on the floor she then took his hands in hers.“It
will only get you into more trouble. Now be a good girl and step into your
petticoats and if there are no more tantrums I promise I won’t say anything to
the mistress. You have made so much progress both she and Miss Martha are so
proud of you. She would be so disappointed if she thought you
were reverting to one of those ungrateful and belligerent males who fail to
recognise the generosity and kindness of their future mother-in-law.”
She smiled at him encouragingly.
“You’re not one of those, are you?”she
enquired as if talking to a five years old.
“No.” he replied and briefly thought of
saying something, anything, if only to prove to himself that he still retained
a modicum of self-respect but knew that even the merest hint of disagreement
would be considered an act of rebellion. He had also learnt enough to know how
it would be viewed by his future mother-in-law.
Perhaps
I may be able to persuade Mummy when we’re alone to allow me to have my own
clothes back he foolishly thought to himself Best let sleeping dogs lie. Now what did she
say about proper breasts.
“That’s
a good girl.” Louise said “Now step into your petticoats.”
Once more he became befuddled as Louise bent
down in front of him and he grimaced as Louise pulled the bulky garment up his
legs and buttoned it into place. She stood back and admired her handiwork
before returning to the bed to retrieve his dress and as she inspected the
dress she called out to him.
“Fluff it out so you will get the full
effect.”
Afraid to disobey and risk the dreaded third
demerit he did as he was told, which appeared to please Louise greatly. It only
took a few moments for Louise to place the dress over his head and zip him into
it. She fussed around him fluffing out the extensive material of the petticoats
and the multi layered silk and chiffon dress before leading him to the mirror.
“Yes very pretty.” she said “Madam will be so
pleased. Now let me see you twirl.”
Again a voice in his head said ‘no’ but the
thought of being draped over Mummy’s knee immediately overruled such a rash
response.
“Don’t you just love that swishing sound? And
they way your dress stands out?” Louise sighed. “It’s just so feminine. The ladies
will dote on you I’m sure.”
William gave a weak smile and nodded.
“Now come along.” she said moving towards the
door “Time to go.”
The silence in the long corridor leading to
the stairs was punctured only by the rustling sound of his petticoats and as
they arrived at the top of the stairs Louise held out her hand.
“Take my hand Miss. You’re not that used to
heels.” she whispered “Now just like Madam taught you, one foot gracefully in
front of the other.”
As they reached the bottom William could hear
the distinct sound of high pitched female voices and his heart began racing.
Louise led him to the door of the drawing room and began fussing again,
removing a stray piece of thread, adjusting the dress and petticoats to her
satisfaction, smoothing his hair.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest
as she bustled around him like a mother hen, the chatter from the room seemed
to grow louder.
He looked towards the front door about ten
metres away.
“I don’t think you would get very far in
those heels.” Louise said casually as her eyes met his “The other servants
would catch you before you reached the gate.”
His eyes fell to the floor.
“Now just be a good, well behaved sissy and don’t
forget to curtsy when you are introduced to Madam’s sisters.”
Louise opened the door and he heard the noise
slowly abate until there was silence and Louise announced.
“Miss William, Madam.”
