I was late, very late, but that was just like I had planed it. You see I didnt want to go on a stupid six week summer vacation with mom, my stupid aunt and her two stupid daughters, twins, Lisa and Marie to some stupid island and stay in some stupid cabin while the rain pours down day after day and be forced to play some stupid games with the stupid twins.
I really hated the twins. They never missed a chance to let me know that they are two years older than me, fifteen, I am as you must have deducted by now thirteen. Not only are they the most stupid and arrogant persons I have had the misfortune to meet but also the most girlish, prancing around in there stupid frilly dresses with a half a dozen petticoats underneath, seemingly eternally stuck in the nineteenth century although it was 1992. There mom always bragging about how well they had achieved in school while my mom always talked about how sorry she was that she had been burden with a no good son like me. She always took side with the twins against me no matter what.
My dad hadnt liked my aunt and her daughters either. It wasnt until after his death that my aunt had started visiting, and staying for weeks at times. On these occasions I always had to let the twins have my room while I had to sleep down in the basement next to dads and mine model railroad. I so hated having the twins going through my things, laughing at my carefully assembled plastic model kits even dropping one or two as a revenge for me telling them to go to hell. The worst thing about the twins was the fact that they had bested me in arm wrestling last Christmas. It was a triumph they never let me forget. I had been so sure I could beat them that I didnt even consider losing. I wasnt the biggest or strongest boy in my class quite the opposite but Lisa and Marie were girls and like I said so stupidly feminine I fought I just couldnt loose. They outclassed me in five seconds. It was so humiliating I had to go down into the basement and cry, and they never stopped talking and laughing about it and offer me a rematch.
So there was no way that I was going on that vacation. Instead I had a plan; I was going sailing with my best friend and his dad. I had asked mom and she had said no in a no uncertain way, so I had devised my plan even further. That was why I was so late home from my short visit. to my friend and why I hadnt packed in spite of being told to a dozen times. I was late because I knew the time table for the trip to the ferry; five hours and a one hour stop at a restaurant halfway. Thanks to my cunning plan there were now to be no stop and no time for me to pack. So mom would be confronted with a fact accomplice. The tickets were only good for today. Yes, I was so smart. Tomorrow I would go sailing.
The car was on the driveway laden with bags of all shapes and sizes on the roof rack, mom, Aunt Helen and the twins in white frilly summer dresses waiting beside it. Mom was angry, furious to be exact.
– Where have you been? She screamed and took hold of my bike.
– With Peter, I told you, didnt I. I said and just managed to duck moms right hand. Mom was angrier than I have ever seen her before. My attempt at being a smart ass didnt work with mom. A quick change of strategy.
– I wont be long, a quick shower, ten minutes to pack and Im ready to go. I said knowing there was no time for any of that, just as I had planed it.
– No, there is no time for that. You will have to go as you are.
– But, I havent had time to pack. I screamed in panic then mom started to drag me towards the car. My smart plan was unravelling into a complete mess of biblical proportions.
– There is just no time for that either. Lock your bike and do as I tell you. This time moms hand hit its target. My left cheek burned furiously and there was the taste of blood in my mouth. So I did as I was told to accompanied by the twins laughter.
– But, I cant go like this. I said indicating my dirty oil stained jeans and t-shirt with a big hole in it.
– Get into the car, now, this very minute. We will have to buy you something then we get there. Mom screamed raising her arm again. I scrambled into the back of the car and of course had the misfortune to be caught between the twins as they too started to get into the car. There snug faces letting me know how much they loved the situation. Ones more I tasted the bitter brew of utter defeat.
– Uov, keep your dirty jeans from my new dress. Said Marie and gave me a hard shove so that I almost landed on top of Lisa who started screaming that now I was soiling her dress. The car started with a jolt and we were off. Mom was driving like crazy.
For the next hour and a half I sat as still as I possibly could hardly daring to breathe. How could things go so horribly wrong, was all I could think of. I should have been left at home making my self ready for my sailing trip but here I was travelling to an island I didnt wanted to go to with people I loathed with no more than the clothes I wore. This could only end in disaster. Had I been alone I would have cried but now I was forced to keep a stiff upper lip, or at lest try to, and hope mom was telling the truth about buying me new clothes.
Both Lisa and Marie kept complaining that I was dirty and smelly, pretending that they were choking because of me and of course that my dirty clothes was rubbing of on theres. They kept poking me in my ribs probably to make me strike at them. Truth was I wanted to but I didnt dare to I was in to much trouble already.
Mom had kept a good speed for nearly two hours then she finally slowed down to a more law abiding speed.
– The traffic is less than I fought it would be this time of day. So we will be in good time for the ferry but there cant be any stop for lunch thanks to we all know who. She said and gave me a hard stare in the rear view mirror forcing me to look down at my old trainers. The twins shot me daggers of unmasked hatred. I wished I was dead.
– However we have the time to take care of another problem as soon as we can find a place to stop. What was mom talking about theres no shops along the motorway. If that was what she meant, buying me new clothes.
Shortly there after mom found a rest area there we stopped. I left the car as stiff legged ass the rest and went to the side so I was out of the way for there anger.
– Lennart come here. Mom shouted so I went over to there she was standing next to the cars trunk. She had taken out a ten litre water can and was vetting a cloth.
– Take of your clothes. I starred at her. I couldnt take of my clothes not here in front everybody, besides I had no change of clothes so her order to undress made no sense.
– Im sorry mom. Was all I could think of to say.
– Sorry! I know why you did it, you fought you could force me to let you go on a sailing trip with Peter and his alcoholic father ¦
– Peters father isnt a alcoholic, its a vicious lie ¦
– Dont you dare talk back to me! Moms eyes became even more narrow, a bad sign, a really bad sign, so I shut my mouth and starred at the ground in front of me. Moms hand hit me full force on the head.
– Didnt you hear me, I said take your clothes of. NOW! I started undo my belt under the expectant stare of the twins. Tears started to roll down my cheeks.
– Please mom. I cant do it then all are looking and I dont have anything else to put on until we have bought new clothes ¦ Moms response was an other hard slap. So I had to do as I was told. Mom took my filthy jeans and throws them into a nearby trashcan after having taken of the belt and empted the pockets, my t-shirt went the same way as did my trainers and underwear. I was so shocked I just stood there starring not knowing what to do but to try and cover my nakedness. The hysteric giggle of the twins broke my paralysation. I tried to fish out my clothes but was stopped by mom who handed me a wet cloth.
– Clean your self.
– My clothes. Mom, you throw away my only clothes.
– They were dirty and smelly.
– But I dont have anything else, I never got to pack. I was in a complete state of panic by now.
– We have to find you something else, dont we. Was moms rhetoric answer.
– But .. but there isnt any until we have shopped new ones.
– Get your self clean. Mom threw the washcloth in my face. Half catatonic I did as I was told, while mumbling how sorry I was.
– Not even half as sorry as you will become if we miss the ferry because of your dallying. Look at you Im ashamed calling you my son.
While I was cleaning myself mom went over to the twins and spoke to them. First they went silent looking a bit shocked then they broke out in hysteric laughter and immediately run over to the car and took down a large blue bag from the roof rack. Talking in mouth of each other they started to sort it through, taking out various sorts of clothing items, all of them girls clothing items. I suddenly realised what this meant.
– No, you cant make me wear that. I screamed forgetting about my nakedness. I started to run over to the trashcan in an attempt to retrieve my own clothes but was grabbed from behind by mum and my aunt. I was screaming my head of. Luckily we were the only ones at the stop.
– You will have to wear them at least for now.
– Please mom, no. I will give you money, please buy me boys clothes.
– You dont have any money and there are no shops around in case you havent noticed. Aunt Helen said with obvious great pleasure. Before I had any time to collect myself for further resistance a par of white frilly panties was pulled on by Lisa while Marie was holding my legs. This was followed by white sock. They too had lace on them but it was the bra that made me almost faint. The twins were very well endowed in the chest region and there bras reflected this. Knowing I couldnt avoid wearing girls clothes I still tried to minimise the damage.
– I dont need anything like that I begged in desperation.
– You need it. You cant wear girls clothes without a bra underneath unless you want for every one to see you are not real girl. These clothes are cut with a bust in mind, so therefore you must pretend to have one also. Stop your fusing and let us dress you properly and I promise no one will be able to see that you are not a real girl. If not I will indeed leave you hear to fend for yourself, thats how sick and tired I am of you and your stupid behaviour, do you hear me. Moms words got thru to me I could sense that what she was saying was correct but I still could not reconsiliate my self with them. However in the hands of my tormentors I stood no chance.
Mom hooked the bra in the back, it wasnt a perfect fit but it fitted me well enough and after having adjusted the shoulder straps she put rolled up socks in the bra cups. A knee length slip came next it was made from polyester but looked like silk, white with a vide ruffled hemline of lace. Finally the dress itself, the twins hardly wore anything else but dresses, it was in white cotton printed with big red and green roses. Arms were short and puffed and of course ending in more white lace. Shoes followed next white ones in patent leather with a t-strap and about two inch heels
Just as we were finished getting me dressed another car entered the rest area, prompting me to almost wet myself. Luckily we were ones more running late so mom didnt stop me then I took refuge in the car followed by the ever giggling twins while mom and Aunt Helen repacked and strapped the luggage. Just like before I was made to sit in the middle but at least now without being jabbed or pushed away all the time.
– You look really lovely in girls clothes. Marie said and stretched out a hand to caress my new chest.
– Perhaps he should be a girl all the time. Said Lisa, patting my bottom and lifting up my dress for a quick look at my underwear. She then handed me a wide brimmed hat and a pair of white lace gloves. She also had a small pink plastic box with her.
– If you put these on then we get out to go onto the ferry they will help disguise you. We will also help you to disguise you even further with some make up. She opened the box and showed me its content. I chook my head in a no but the twins just laughed at my horror stricken look.
– Dont be silly now, do you want to risk being recognised as a boy wearing girls clothes or do you want our help to look just like another girl? Well whats it to be?
– I dont want this. I said indicating myself my words were followed by a flood of tears.
– Well you have no choice there so I suggest you pull your self together and let us do your face. Said Marie opening a small bottle.
– But you must beg us in a polite manner and say you are sorry for being so rude and for trying to spoil our vacation. And finely you must confess to being a first class sissy. They let me ponder on my choices for a few minutes. There really was only one choice and the twins knew it. They looked at me like cats preparing to eat a canary.
– Please help me look a like real girl. I am sorry for being rude and for trying to spoil our vacation. I stopped there hoping it would be enough of humble pie.
– And ¦ Marie and Lisa said in unison. I cringed like a worm on a hook but in the end I knew I had lost, again.
– I confess to being a first class sissy. Please will you help me now? Please. I almost choked on the words.
– But of course. Said the two sadistic cats. From the front seats I could hear mom and Aunt Helen laugh. I wished a big black hole would open up underneath my feet. I would gladly have jumped in.
The twins went to work on my face, making all sorts of gestures while giggling the whole time in a very sinister way. I didnt dare to do anything to stop them because I couldnt afford to be without their help, if indeed they were helping me. I had no way of knowing since they refused to let me look at myself in a mirror until they were ready. The situation didnt become any better when Aunt Helen started to laugh really hard and said that I indeed looked like the sissy I had confessed to be.
– Oh, stop your crying silly girl you are ruining our job. Said Lisa and handed me a tissue to wipe my eyes with. The fact that she had called me girl was not lost on me either.
– Please dont call me a girl then you know I am boy.
– Boy!? In my book anyone wearing a girls dress on top of girls underwear is a girl or at least want to be one. Said Marie with a cruel laugh. Lisa, Aunt Helen and mom agreed to this statement.
– But you forced me I was never asked if I wanted this and I certainly dont. I could barley hold back another flood of tears.
– You cant fool us, it is very clear that you want to be a girl so you can wear girls clothes. Said Lisa.
– Now sit still so we can finish our job. Marie took the top of a lipstick, letting me see that it was a very dark crimson.
– It will go so perfectly well with the red of your dress. A girl must know all such things so pay attention. We cant always be there when you need to do your face, you must learn to do it yourself. We will help you of course after all we are now all sisters.
– I am no sister to you! I said with a pout but Marie just laughed at me and handed me a small mirror. I studied my self for a very long time. The twins had done as far as I could tell a good job. I could still recognise myself of course but my face was definitely feminine. I could never had dreamed of being grateful for that but I was, not that I was ever going to tell that to anyone.
– Look at her studying herself in that mirror and she says that she dont want to be a girl. Yea right, like we believe her. I could feel my cheeks burn from embarrassment.
– Vain as the rest of us, she is. Aunt Helen agreed with Lisas statement as did mom after a look in the rear view mirror.
– I think I will just keep him in dresses from now on. Yesterday such a statement would have had me laughing, dismissing out of hand but after what had just happened to me I feared mom really meant what she was saying.
– Now thank Lisa and Marie for doing such a good job. Mom said.
– Thanks, you have done a good job.
– You think thats enough. Just thanks? We want you to thank us in a proper way. Like saying; I sissy Lennart is really grateful for your help to make me look like a nice girl so that I no longer look like the stupid boy that I really am wearing my sisters dress. Well say it.
– I sissy Lennart is really grateful ¦ for your help to make me look like ¦ a nice girl ¦ so that I no longer look like the ¦ stupid boy that I really am wearing my sisters dress.
I felt like crying once more then I fought about my Smart plan. I must have been a proper fool then I thought I could pull it of. If only I hadnt done it. This was as bad as things could ever be. I deserved a good kick in the head for doing this to myself. I should have known it would fail. Perhaps I did deserve my punishment after all.
Was mom really going to keep me in dresses or did she say it just to scare me into toeing the line. I hoped it was just a scare but how could I be sure. What if mom really decided to make me in class? Hopefully not but what if they did. Perhaps it would be best for every one if I slid my throat at first possible opportunity.
I was so engrossed in my black thoughts that I forgot there we were going until I heard the twins say we had arrived. I looked up and out the window straight into the eyes of a girl in my own age standing next to our car with what must have been her mom. Panic welled up in side of me. My hart felt like it was going to beat its way right out of my chest. Lisa placed the hat on my head and tied the long ribbons under my cheek while Marie tried to put the lace gloves on my hands.
– Just act normal. They whispered in my ears.
Just act normal, just act normal, these were the words that vent round and round in my head but I couldnt for the life of me act normal, not with so many people around, all of them staring at me knowing that I was not a real girl but a boy or so at least I saw it. How I had gotten out of the car I still dont know but there I stood next to it. It was Lisa that ones more saved the situation.
– You will not get seasick so stop that nonsense. She handed me a bag and told me to stack it on top of the others on a small four-wheel cart that mom had folded out after taking it out of the trunk of the car.
– Seasick?! I said wondering what she was talking about. Lisa gave me an angry jab in the side and then more or less pushed me in the direction of the cart. It suddenly downed on me what she was doing. She made the people around me think that it was fear of seasickness that was the course of my stiff robot like motions and not the fact that I was a boy in girls clothes and because of that in a state of almost unbearable pressure that could at any moment result in me doing something really stupid like starting to run away or screaming my head of. Unaccustomed to high heels I took a few wobbly steps towards the cart.
Little girls should start with smaller heels before they try on shoes for big girls. Marie said in a slightly overbearing tone of voice which brought laughter from those who heard her including mom and Aunt Helen. I clenched my teeth my cheeks taking on the colour of beetroots, knowing full well that I had to take their ridicule or face exposure.
– That was the second time we saved you from being found out. You owe us big time, sister. Hissed Lisa in my ear then we were going into the ferry terminal. All I dared to do was to nod in acknowledgment. This was not the time nor the place to make a scene. Even so I feared it was just a matter of time then someone did find out that the girl in the flowery dress was really a boy. Would mom, Aunt Helen or the twins come to my rescue or would they just leave me at the mercy of the wolfs.
The crew was making the boat ready to leave the harbour then mom finely got to the counter in order to have our tickets checked. After that we had more or less to run to the gangplank there a sturdy sailor helped us with our luggage.
– Hurry up ladies, hurry up. He grabbed me by the arm then I tripped on the last step. Im found out, Im found out I thought in absolute panic and fought to loosen his grip. The man let go of my arm mumbling something that he had just tried to be helpful.
The ferry wasnt large and we had to fight with other passengers to find seats. Finally we found some in a corner of the main saloon. The twins got some money to go and get us something to eat while mom, Aunt Helen and I got seated. Only then did I discover that my panties there wet as was the sock on my left foot. A quick look confirmed my worst nightmare, I had somehow wet myself, probably then I fell and the sailor grabbed me. I could not prevent myself from crying. Oh, God please take me away from here before mom sees what I have done.
– What is it girl? Mom said and shook me by the arm.
– Calm down or you will have everyone looking in our direction. Then mom saw what I was looking at.
– Oh, this is just too much, do I have to buy you diapers now on top of everything else.
– He has wet himself. Mom explained to Aunt Helen. Aunt Helen gave me an angry look and shook her head in disbelief.
– Oh, What a sissy you are, just because we put you in girls clothes you have to freak out like this. But just you wait till we get to the cottage, just you wait, I promise you it will be a long time before you will be able to sit down with any degree of comfort. Now you will have to sit there in shame till we can get of the ship.
Then the twins come back with a big tray laden with sandwiches, sodas and coffee mom immediately informed them about me.
– That was a brand new dress and now you have ruined it. Said Lisa with a hiss of undiluted anger.
– He will have to repay me, wont he mom.
– Yes of course dear. Said Aunt Helen.
– I am sorry I was so scared. Please dont put me in diapers. Just after my outburst did I notice a movement behind me. Turning around I saw it was the same girl I had first noticed then we got to the ferry terminus. She was looking at me with wide eyed amusement before she runs of to tell her mom, pointing in my direction the whole time. Several heads turned to watch me. I repeated my pray to God but nothing happened.
Every time I dared to look up I saw that girl starring at me with a smile that said I know it all and I am enjoying myself no end. If I had been wearing my own clothes I would have smacked her a good one no matter what but now all I could do was wishing I was dead Other people were looking too but most had gone back to doing what they had been doing before.
Suddenly an elderly woman with grey hair wearing the shipinglines blue and white uniform comes up to there we were sitting.
– Is there anything wrong with the boy? She asked in a stern tone of voice while she was giving me a good look. I bowed my head trying to make myself as small as I possibly could, grateful for the wide brimmed hat I still wore.
– No, h ¦ shes fine, a bit of dizziness thats all. Mom said trying to imitate the womans stern voice but failed.
– Yes, I can see that. She said with a smirk.
– Here is the key to the baby changing room, it is over there, in case he ¦ sorry I mean she needs a change or something. She dropped a key on the table then quickly walked away muttering to herself something about that now she had seen it all.
Mom picked up the key, rose to her feet and then grabbed me by my arm forcing me to stand up too. Aunt Helen too got on her feet but then the twins also started to get up she gently pushed them back down telling them to stay put and guard our things we wouldnt bee long she said. The twins sat down again with looks on there faces that told they were angry because they would now miss the event of the year.
In order to get to the changing room we had to cross the saloon turning every head as we passed. I could hear giggle and laughter and rude comments about boys in general and sissies in particular. I stared down into the floor and followed blindly mom and aunt Helen. Tears were running down my burning cheeks. The little girl left her stool and followed us to the door only turning back after Aunt Helen had given her an angry stare.
The room was quite small and had a foldable changing table to one side, a small sink and pail for dirty diapers. Mom lifted me up one the plastic covered table before pulling of my wet and clingy panties. I didnt dare anything but to let her do what she was doing. The look on face told me resistance would be futile anyhow. She then cleaned me as well as she could with paper towels and lukewarm water from the sink. Then she was ready Aunt Helen handed her a spare pair of panties from her handbag. Every woman, at least every well dressed woman above twenty had one in her handbag in those days I have since learned.
– No, wait. Mom said turning around to a box like thing on the wall behind her.
– Give me five kronor first if you have them. Aunt Helen reacted into her hand bag ones more. Mom put the coins in a slot on the side of the box pulled a small lever and out of the box came a white fluffy thing about one inch thick, twenty inches long and seven or eight inches wide. My hart almost stopped I had seen others like that, it was a diaper. Unable to control myself any longer I gave a whimper and tried to push moms arm away. Mom just gave me a good slap and proceeded to put the diaper on me. Aunt Helen held my arms just in case I would try again to push mom away.
– If you are determined to behave like a baby then you will have to be dressed like one. Mom said. The diaper was for a much smaller child than me but by using the plastic triangle that came with the diaper and clear tape from Aunt Helens ever handy handbag mom managed to make it stay in place. After this she made me put my feet through the leg openings of Aunt Helens panties that because of the bulkiness of the diaper had a rather good fit. The bulkiness of the diaper also forced me to walk with my legs apart and made my bottom wriggle. I could just as well have worn a placard saying that I was now wearing a diaper also. Wiping my tears with a paper hanky I made my way back to our seats.
– Look, now you have completely spoiled your make up silly girl. Marie said.
– We will have to start all over. Lisa said picking up her pink box.
Luckily the ferry were soon docking for one of its many stops at different islands in the archipelago and so there were a hole lot of commotion going on in the saloon. Because of this Lisa managed to find us more secluded seats in an alcove near the stern of the ferry. However the little girl, my self proclaimed tormentor, and her mother also mowed to the alcove next to ours.
– Hey, little boy why are you wearing girls clothes? She had to stand on the seat in order to look over the divider.
– Do you want to be a girl, no, I dont think so. Do you know what I think? I think you have been a bad boy, like every boy I have met so far, and now you are being punished by being made to dress in girls clothes. Oh, how I wished I could have killed her. She was talking in a rather loud voice and her mother didnt do a thing to stop her nor did my own mom or Aunt Helen or the twins or anyone else for that matter.
– I think that is a very fitting punishment. Every boy should be made to wear a dress every time they misbehaved. That would probably mean that whey would be wearing dresses all the time. She laughed at her own wittiness as did the twins and mom and Aunt Helen and most likely everyone that heard her.
– Are you wearing a diaper now? I thought you walked a little bit funny then you come out of the changing room.
– Cant you shut up! I screamed loosing my temper completely then she started to talk about diapers. Mom gave me a hard slap and told me to sit down. Then she turned to the girl and in a very openly way started to tell the girl what had happened, that I had indeed been a very naughty boy, that a had wet myself because I was nervous of being found out but that it had now been taken care of so that there were now no risk I would have any more accidents.
– So he is wearing a diaper. The girl almost swooned from excitement. All I could do was to sit there between mom and Aunt Helen and be as miserable as I possibly could be that horrible day, a day that had started out so well or at least so I had thought only a few hours ago in a different world. If only I had known what I now knew, then I would never had done what I had done. Me and my smart plan, I could have started to cry there and then if I wasnt already crying my eyes out.
Finely the girl and her mother reached there destination and left the ship, only a handful of new passengers come onboard and the salon that had been overflowing with people at the start of the journey were now almost empty.
Lisa and Marie went to work repairing my make up after I had managed to stop crying and where just about finished then the ferry reached its last island, our island.
Perhaps a little information about my mom and aunt before we go further into the story. Both women are widows.
My aunt meet her husband at her work, an asylum, she was a nurse and he was the head shrink and came from a fairly well to do family so then he died after only a few years my aunt was financially independent and therefore found no reason to start working again. She and the twins lived in a small town a few miles away from us.
My father was a civil engineer and worked for the local county he never made the same amount of money like my aunts husband nor did he come from a rich family and this made mom quite envious of her sister until my farther died, two years before this story starts, and left her over two million kronor from an insurance policy. Still mom never let an opportunity go by her to backtalk my dad, knowing fully well that I missed him very much. Mom went back to work all the same and works part time for a female lawyer specialising in law suits against companies for discriminating women.
Both my aunt and mom are members of a feminist organisation called Superior women an organisation that had made it self known for some very radical ideas like a world without men is not only possible but a necessity if the world shall survive into next millennium.
Then we left the ferry over the gangplank quite a few of the crew were looking on, jeering and saying things like; Hallo Sissy, would you like a kiss, or like; are your diaper wet, do you need a change. Mom was so angry with them but it was me she gave a hard push so I almost fell into the water.
Aunt Helen took my arm and led me over to pier and then onto land there a strange motor vehicle was waiting, a mix of a small truck and a buss. A rather large elderly woman comes to meet us. She was dressed like a man and if it had not been for her red hair in two thick braids I would have taken her for a man. Only then she spoke in a very feminine voice did it became clear that she was indeed a woman.
Hey, I am Greta your host, owner of the cottage, the general store and the only motor vehicle on this island. An you must be the Webers, nice to meet you. She held out her hand and shook ours in turn like a pump. Then she got to me she stopped and gave me a worried look.
– Whats wrong, is it the seamen, ah, dont you worry about them. I cant se anything wrong with a boy wearing a dress if he likes to. After all we women can dress as men and nobody bats an eye. I think men in dresses will be as common as women in pants one day. Dry your tears.
– But I dont want to wear girls clothes at all. Its all moms idea. I burst out before I had time to think. The woman gave me a startled look and when looked at mom ho looked like a thunder cloud.
– Well, its all his own fault. Mom said and proceeded to tell Greta about me and my smart plan while we where loading our plentiful luggage on the truck after some groceries that had come with the ferry.
– So my sister and I have decided that he shall be wearing dresses during the whole stay as punishment. Mom said finished her tale.
– Yes I think that would be a fitting punishment indeed. Greta said and gave me a look that told me I had lost her as a friend and ally.
– Marie and Lisa will gladly lend him all the clothes he needs, wont you. Aunt Helen said.
– Well, yes of course, but only if he stops wet himself the hole time. Marie said and gave me angry look. Greta looked startled and fumbled with a strap.
– Ah, yes, thats reminding me about something. If I give you a phone number to call can you fix a special delivery for us? Aunt Helen said while she handed Greta a small note she had scribbled while still on the ferry. Greta looked at it and gave first me then Aunt Helen another startled look.
– Is this some kind of joke? Greta asked Aunt Helen.
– No, I am afraid its no joke at all. Can you fix it? Mom said.
Yes, yes of course, no problem but I am afraid it will to two maybe three days before you can have it. Greta said.
– I have some baby Pampers in my store if you can make do with what while you wait. Baby powder and a very good ointment to protect against diaper rash as well.
– That will be perfect. We thank you. Mom said to Greta with a smile.
Having finely understood what mom and Aunt Helen was talking about I burst out in an uncontrolled wailing, trying to run away on my wobbly legs but there could I go. The twins caught up with me in no time and brought me back, twisting my arms mercilessly in the process.
We all got in to the vehicle, me still crying between Greta and mom in the front seat. Our first stop at Gretas general store, unloading the groceries and picking up the diapers and the other things. I was made to hold the big diaper packaged during the ride to the cottage on the far side on the island.
While we drove along the bumpy track that was the islands only road I couldnt help but wonder about the radical change that had gone over mom since dads fatal accident. It was like she thought dad had deliberately caused his own death just to spite her. Immediately after dads death mom had been distraught and very sad but after aunt Helen had taken her to a couple of meetings at Superior women she was the very opposite. Men there scum, rapists and criminals, women were invariably there victims so women had to take charge of society or face a certain end to civilisation. Was this how that goal would be achieved, turning men into women and degrade them in public.
The cottage proved to be a much larger building than I had expected it to be. It was built from stone and in two full storeys. Its white washed walls looked almost pink in the light of the setting sun. Greta produced a large old fashioned key which she handed mom after having opened the old wooden front door. It was dark and rather cold inside after the sweltering heat of the summers day. All the furniture was of dark wood and looked to be from the time the house was built. Old paintings many of them portraits of men and women in old fashioned clothes shared the likewise white washed inner walls with old pots and pans made from copper or bras. The old floorboards there worn in places but scrubbed spotless.
– I trust you will like it here. It has been owned by my family for generations. Greta said with pride in her voice.
– Oh, its even better then I thought possible. Aunt Helen answered cheerfully while studying an old vase made from glass.
– Lennart dont you break anything or I shall have to give you a spanking. Mom said then I struggled through the door completely down loaded with bags and boxes handed to me by the twins. The twins themselves only took a small suitcase each.
– I havent done anything. I said in an angry wailing tone of voice that made moms lips go thin in that face I had come to fear, the prelude to a storm.
– You are a boy; you dont have to do anything to be a menace you just have to be. Aunt Helen said, everybody laughed when my cheeks turned red.
– I have stocked the larder and the fridge so you shouldnt be wanting for anything but just in case, just give me a call, the phone is in the study and I will bring it over or have brought from the mainland.
I couldnt believe I really dared to say what I said but I did.
– Please, mrs Greta can you help me get some boys clothes because I really dont wont to have to dress in girls clothes during our stay here. And please, take the diapers back with you I really dont need them it was just an acc ¦. Moms hand made my cheek burn almost knocking me of my feet.
– Silence you stupid girl you just havent got it have you. You are most definitely going to wear girls clothes from now on, as punishment for your stupid plan to try and ruin our vacation, whether you like it or not and you are going to learn to behave like one or you shall be punished till you do. And as for diapers, you will wear them and use them till I say other ways and there will be no more fuss about it. Is that understood, GIRL. Mom punctuated every syllable by stabbing me in the chest with a hard finger, bringing a fresh stream of tears to my eyes. I looked at Greta for sympathy but she just ignored me
– Act like a baby and you shall be treated like a baby. Now go and get the rest of our luggage.
I stomped out of the house half blinded by my tears, almost spraining my left foot then I missed a step. I was so angry that I kicked at a particularly large box making a dent in it. I stopped and starred at the damage braking out in a cold sweat. Mom or Aunt Helen would have my hide for that. I looked back to see if anyone was looking, perhaps I could get away with it if I pretended as nothing had happened hoping they would think the dent had occurred then the box was loaded.
Then it dawned on me that this was my chance at getting away. If I started running I could reach the harbour before they started missing me. There I could find a boat and be on my way. Be on my way to where? With only girls clothes and no money, and if I didnt got away then what. I could probably count my self lucky if a got spanked to death immediately but with my luck I would more likely end up living till I was a hundred years. This island was as secure a prison as any with real bars and locks. Drying my tears I started picking up boxes and suitcases.
I had just carried the last piece luggage inside then I was grabbed by mom and dragged into the study there large bookshelves covered the walls from floor to ceiling. First I thought it was because of the dent I had made in one of Aunt Helens boxes but it turned out to more simple than that. Mom had decided I was in need of just another lesson in humiliation just as a preventive measure. While the twins arranged a large chair for me to bend over, mom and my aunt began to pull up my dress and then to pull down my panties exposing my diapered bottom. After the diaper too had been removed I was made to bend over, the twins grabbed hold of one of my arms each.
– Please mom, why? What have I done? I begged of her but she took no notice instead she picked up a vicious looking bamboo cane and began testing it by swishing it up and down. The sound got on my nerves. Time and again did I twitch thinking the spanking was to begin but she just continued to swishing the cane, so then the first blow fell I was totally unprepared. The pain was white hot and I screamed at the top of my lungs, jerking violently almost succeeding in getting loose but the twins tighten there grips once more. More strokes fell on my poor defenceless bottom till I was sure blood had been drawn. I was almost unconscious after the twelfth and last stroke with no more air left to scream.
This is what you will get every night before bedtime from now on if you dont mend your ways and start to take a serious attitude to become a reformed feminised man. The time for women to rule the world has finely come and all men that resist us will be dealt with. Mom said standing broadbent in front of me tapping the cane in her left hand. It seamed she wasnt talking directly to my but to the twins and Aunt Helen as well.
– From now on you will strive to become a GOOD GIRL, dressing like one, behaving like one, totally turning your back to your self destructive masculinity or YOU WILL BE PUNISHED WITH OUT MERCY, I dont care how long it will take but you will succumb to your feminine side. I managed a look at moms face fore a second it was totally distorted by what look like total madness.
– From this day onwards there exist no boy called Lennart only an aspiring young girl called Leonora. Mom went on in the same manner for several more minutes until she had exhausted her self and had to sit down. I was still held down over the char with my burning bottom in the air.
Then at last I were aloud to stand up on my by now very wobbly legs mom ordered me to go and stand in the corner and dont move as much as a muscle or there would be more punishment. So I did with the panties still around my ankles, holding the bottom half of the dress up so that my sore bottom could be seen. Lisa took first watch taking on a very menacing attitude picking up the cane and tapping it just like mom had.
Mom and Aunt Helen went to the kitchen to make super saying they were all very hungry due to the lunch missed because of me. I could hear them take out pots and pans. Marie went upstairs finding a bedroom for her and her sister.
