That was really bad news. I had just been told that I had severely strained my ankle and that I’d definitely not be okay for the dancing competition two weeks away.
Shit! Together with five of my best friends I have been dancing “Gardetanz” for three years now. Well, here in Germany this is a very popular dance within the Carnival season, probably because it is the only action on stage, a very nice break from all the stupid standup comedians. Maybe only because of our uniforms, because we all wear pretty short skirts with white, very bouffant petticoats underneath. As I said, it is very popular in Germany and a few other countries in Europe, and if you don’t know, what I’m talking about, you’ll find tons of pictures on the Internet.
The others weren’t really happy when I told them on the phone, what the doctor had told me. As it was, we were now out of business. To be allowed to the competition, you had to have at least six girls on stage. Girls or boys didn’t really matter, and I personally knew at least two boys, who were dancing in a mixed group. Dancing in long pants, of course.
Coming home from the doctor, I did not return to school but went home right away. It was around noon, and I could see my brother’s bicycle outside the door. He was fourteen, two years younger than I, and had been acting weird for some time.
I opened the door. “Hello? Anybody home?” No answer, but I heard the sound of a slamming door. My door? I knew the sound, but could I be right?
“Daniel?” Still no answer.
I went upstairs into my room. Everything looked normal to me. I was just about to relax, when I noticed something was different, very different. There was a faint smell in my room, a smell, that shouldn’t be, as it appeared to be male in my opinion. What was that?
I opened my wardrobe. Still my eyes did not show me anything, but my nose did more. Pulling out my flimsy, starched petticoat, which I usually wore underneath my short skirt with the Gardetanz uniform, the smell grew stronger. Could it be true? Daniel? It came like a shock to me. I had felt for several months that something was wrong with him. The way he kept staring at me, especially at those occasions, when I was preparing for a dance and already wore my uniform at home. And I had noticed how often he tried to touch me, or, as it now dawned upon me, touch my uniform. My brother, a pervert?
I had to find out, and I had to find out very quickly. What could I do? As fast as I could, I laid everything back in my wardrobe, and then I checked my camera cell phone. Yes, it worked. Then I grabbed my jacket again, put it on and rushed back to the house door. “Dan? I have to run again!! Just forgot some books for school!” I opened the door and slammed it as hard as I could and then quickly ran upstairs again and hid in my room.
Would it work? My heart was hammering so loud, Dan probably could hear it even in his room. Worse was my ankle, now screaming with pain.
Nothing happened for several minutes. Time to calm down a bit. Had I been wrong?
Suddenly, a faint noise. Somebody opened my door. Somebody?
From where I was I couldn’t see much. All I saw was the lower part of a body, clad in mom’s white corselet. Yuck! Anyway, he was a bit on the fat side so maybe he’d better always wear this thing. Then I saw the door of my wardrobe being opened, the rustling sound of my petticoat followed.
For a brief moment Daniel was bending down to put it on. I was ready with my camera and took a great picture of my brother, about to dig his own grave. A little later I was able to take more pictures of him, now playing with my uniform, which still was on the hanger. It seemed like he was fucking some imaginary Gardetanz dancer.
The whole episode took maybe a quarter of an hour. Then my brother left my room again, and some time later I could hear him running downstairs and leaving the house. Phew!
I sat down on my sofa and looked at the pictures. I felt miserable. Here I had witnessed something I was not supposed to see. What should I do about it? Tell Mom? My ankle now hurt like hell and my mood was turning to the worse.
School should be over by now. Why not ask my friends? All of them had cell phones, and two even got camera phones.
Susan was the first. “What? He did what? You took pictures? Would you… would you send one?” I hesitated a moment. But in for a penny in for a pound. “Wow! Seems like he’s hooked on petticoating?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Petticoating? That’s what it’s called when boys like to wear female things, underwear mostly, bras, garters, corsets, girdles, leotards and petticoats, of course.”
“But no one wears petticoats any longer!”
“We do! Don’t we?”
“And what do you think I should do about it?” Susan was our brightest head. She always knew an answer.
“Don’t worry, Claudia. I’ll think about it. Call you back later!”
She was right. Some boys seemed to like this, and probably not only boys but elder men as well. Why else should they come and look at our competitions?
I decided to inform the other girls. They mostly laughed at it; none of them seemed to be really angry. “You know what,” Lydia said, “don’t forget it is carnival where most people like to dress in funny costumes. Just see it as a big joke! And if Daniel likes it, why not make the best of it?”
Making the best of it? What could that be? My phone rang, Susan was ringing me back. “I think, I have a superb idea! Now listen, I’ve already informed the other girls and they all think it would be the greatest show of all times…”
It was about 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Daniel had come home about half an hour ago and I had informed the girls it was time to go into action.
Then I told my brother I had strained my ankle and would rather stay in my room. Some of the girls would be over, and if he would be so nice to open the door for them? No problem, he said.
The doorbell rang. “Daniel!! Would you open the door please?”
Standing at my door I could peep downstairs and see what happened. Daniel opened the door, and was nearly shocked to see Lydia entering in her red and white uniform, with the old fashioned three-cornered hat on her head, the red booties on her feet and of course – wearing her rustling short skirt with the starched petticoat underneath.
“Hi Danny! How are you? Care for a dance?” Lydia grabbed him and whirled him around once or twice, before she took the stairs to my room. It was funny to see, Daniel seemed to be completely speechless. Staring after her, he stood at the bottom of the staircase open-mouthed.
Only few minutes later, Rosie arrived. “Oh, my boot got unlaced! Would you mind helping me, Daniel?” And she sat down on a chair lifting her leg as far up as possible, revealing all of her nice petticoats.
Like this, all of my friends arrived one after the other, all clad in the beautiful uniforms. They all seemed to have something nice for my brother to help with; Susan had deliberately put on stockings with a runner and was now lifting up her skirts before the mirror, complaining about her bad luck.
Soon we had all gathered in my room. Time for the next step.
I had the girls placed at the strategically right places. Some were just sitting, two were standing behind the door, and Susan had even taken off her uniform and was now standing at the window in just her white body stocking and her petticoat.
I had switched on my computer and opened for the blue tooth connection to my cell phone. The picture browser was up, waiting for me to click on some very interesting pictures.
“Everybody okay? You know what to do? Maria, you got the ropes?” All seemed to be set.
I opened the door and called for my brother. Poor lad, I thought. This was definitely going to change his life. “Daniel? Could you please come and help us with something tricky?”
The girls giggled. “Daniel?? Why not call him Daniela?”
I was still popping my head out of the door, when Dan climbed the stairs, hesitantly. “What’s up, Sis?” he asked.
“Would you mind coming in? We need your help with something very important for us.”
He wasn’t much for it. He knew all of his perverted dreams were alive on the other side of the door. I could see his eyes narrowing, his nostrils flared. He started breathing more heavily.
“Oh come on, it’s just a minute. Or don’t you dare…”
He laughed and set out for the door. His fate was sealed!
“Well, what can I…? Jesus Christ…” he stammered. I looked at his crotch, and I think, the other girls did as well. He hadn’t expected this. If he smelled any danger now, it would be too late. “What…” He blushed. His mouth opened, he looked as being close to a heart attack. Then he turned around and went straight to the door. But the door was closed with Lydia and Maria standing in front of it.
I had to take control now. “Dan, please come over and have a look at these funny pictures. I’m sure you can tell me what this is!”
He came over and had a quick glance. His face went all white. “It’s… it’s…”
“Yes?”
For a long moment it was all quiet. I could hardly hear, what he said. “What do you want?”
“Just an explanation, little brother! That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”
“You said you needed my help with something very important…”
“Yes, we really do. We are missing a sixth girl for our dancing group. As it is, I cannot dance at the competition in two weeks time.” I think he sensed a slight chance to get out of his predicament.
He uttered a sigh of relief. “Well, I’m sorry. Do you want me to ask Nadia?” Nadia was his girlfriend.
“No,” Susan now joined in, “we want you!”
“You… WHAT??” His face became red as a tomato. He was probably visualizing the consequences of his cosplay earlier in the afternoon. “No way…” he stammered.
“Okay,” I said, “you may go then. I’ll better send these pictures over to Mom right away and ask her what we girls could do. Didn’t know you were such a wimp…”
That did it. He stopped right away. “But… but, what do you want me to do? You don’t want me to join your group, do you?”
“Yes, we do!” all of the girls answered in a chorus.
“But, I hardly know your dance.”
“You’ll learn it; we’d be obliged to train you!”
He still wasn’t quite sure what the girls meant. So he tried his last straw. “Well, I cannot see how we could do this,” he said. “You don’t have a male costume, do you?”
“NO WE DON’T!” the girls cheered.
He remained silent. He did neither breathe, nor twinkle his eyes. I had to do something. I grabbed my phone and said, as if talking to myself: “Well Mom’s telephone number: 0160 22…”
“WAIT! – What EXACTLY have you been thinking about??”
Half an hour later he knew. He was now standing before us, clad in my frilly body stocking with a padded bra underneath. As he was younger than I was, he had about my size. He was so embarrassed. His fingers went playing with the lacy fabric of my petticoat. He already wore the satin skirt and the short booties.
But now, an unforeseen problem had occurred. Rosie had held up the jacket and Daniel had put his arms into the sleeves, so it could be zipped in back, but Lydia seemed to have a problem there. “Houston, we got a problem!”
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I cannot zip him up! He’s too fat!” I saw, Lydia was right. I was as least three inches smaller in my waist as my brother, and he’d never be wearing my uniform. Shit!
We all looked at each other. No one spoke. I saw Susan first frowning, and then moving her eyes around. “Claudia?”
“Yes, what is it?” I replied. She came over to me, whispering into my ear. I shook my head yes and answered silently: “We better blindfold him and tie him to the door, arms up, I would say.”
The girls giggled. Yes, Susan had again come up with a brilliant idea. She had remembered my mother’s passion for the late Austrian Empress Sissy, and that she several times had gone to costume balls reenacting the young Empress with her tiny waist.
I had soon found what I was looking for. In the meantime the others had securely bound my little brother, so he couldn’t move an inch. A blindfold over his head should make our task easier, I presumed.
“Oh, how cute!” the girls shouted. “Have you ever worn that thing, Claudia?”
I answered that I never had. “Come on girls! Better get busy now!”
Soon we had clasped mother’s beautiful corset around Daniel’s waist. There was no time to waste now. We looked at each other, uncertain whom of us should take the laces. “He’s your brother,” they said. But I’d rather be free and look at it from a distance. Finally Miriam, who was a rather strong girl, went into action. “Just let me do it! Claudia might be too gentle with her own brother. I won’t!!”
She tugged at the laces and showed patience and experience. ‘Daniela’s waist (yes, we had indeed begun to call him ‘Daniela’ now) grew smaller and smaller. He was moaning and obviously uneasy in the unaccustomed garment. He tried to get free from his bonds, but Maria had tied some expert knots.
It was a weird sight. There was my brother getting corseted by my friends, all wearing their beautiful uniforms. We could see, the corset did what it was designed for, and all of us girls were glad we were not in Dan’s place. “I’d hate to wear such a thing!” Rosie said. And we all thought the same.
Daniel did not comply silently with his corseting. He shouted, as if being strangled, but this did not at all affect Miriam. “As long as you can shout that much, your corset must be too loose!” she said. Finally, ‘Daniela’ shut her mouth.
Oh, he looked so adorable! As we were wearing wigs with our uniforms, Rosie had taken mine and put it on his head. Gosh, what a difference this made! Before us was no longer standing a stupid boy, but a beautiful, nice girl with curves at the right places.
“Wow! I must say, we really got a beauty here!” Miriam exclaimed.
“She definitely looks alright to me,” Lydia agreed, “but… oh oh!! Look at this! He seems to like it!”
Yes, there was one part of his body, we had completely forgotten. All of the girls stared at it, as if they could make it grow smaller just by their sight. On the contrary, it seemed to grow bigger.
“Disgusting!” Susan said. “Better cut it off!” All laughed, all but ‘Daniela’.
“Wait!” Maria cried. “I think I just got a better idea. Give me ten minutes. I’ll be back soon!” Saying this, she left the room. Maria lived almost next door; she probably went home to fetch something useful.
It took her nearly half an hour, but from the look in her eyes I saw, she had been successful. She opened her hands and showed some kind of a tube, made of clear, but strong plastic, with a tiny lock hanging on one side.
“What is it?” Lydia wanted to know.
“Something, my elder sister bought for her friend. But I think, they split up before she had ever tried it on him. Claudia, why don’t you get a bag filled with some ice cubes? I think, we better see if we can fit this little chastity device on ‘Daniela’, don’t you think so?”
“Yes, hurry up, Claudia!” the girls shouted.
Oh, it worked so nicely. We held the ice cold plastic bag to Daniela’s male member and it shrunk almost immediately. A strong ring was fitted behind his balls, and then the tube went over his penis. The tube could be locked to the ring and there he was, standing like some strange animal on display, with all of us watching what happened.
“Nothing happens!”
“Just give it a jerk!” Susan shouted.
Lydia did so and we could see his penis growing inside the tube, but only for a second, before it had reached the limitations of its imprisonment.
“Lovely! Stunning! No more wanking in your petticoat, Claudia!”
“Let’s make up his face!”
Shortly after, we all went downstairs into the hall. We wanted to try our dance together with ‘Daniela’ the new girl on our team, because he – sorry: she – would better start practicing right away.
Due to our loud music I almost did not hear the door bell ringing. I opened the door, to see Nadia, my brother’s girl friend.
“Hi Claudia! Is Dannie home? Oh, what’s going on?” She had a quick look inside. “You are practicing! Wow, I must say, you girls really look great, all of you!”
I laughed. “Thanks a lot, Nadia. Why don’t you come in and sit on the stairs and watch a little, while you are waiting for Dannie. I think he’d like you to wait for him.” I looked at my brother, now wearing my Gardetanz uniform with the very full petticoat and mother’s tight corset underneath. He gave me a hateful look. His hand went to his crotch, but stopped as if remembering something. Then Rosie started the music again and Susan grabbed his arm and showed him how to throw his legs, so his petticoats were showing.“Oh, isn’t it lovely?” I said, sitting down next to Nadia.“What happened to you? Why aren’t you dancing?”“I strained my ankle.”“Oh, I’m sorry to hear. But…” she stopped for a second, “but you are still six girls, aren’t you??”“Yes we are. We are six girls!” I had to look the other way not to show her my laughing face.
Home at last! I parked the car in the open carport, feeling completely exhausted. It had been a long day at the clinic again.
I had to laugh. Most people would call me a “shrink”, but the only person who really seemed to be shrinking, was I? I sure loved being a psychologist, to help people out of their worries, but I was working a lot harder than most people imagined. Generally, I had to deal with two groups of patients: the younger ones, i.e. teenagers, and people on the other side of their mid fifties. Of course that doesn’t mean people in between don’t have problems – it only means, the learned to live with a lie – at least they believed they could live with it.
Common for both groups was that whenever they said anything, they did not mean it that way. So, in a way, it was easy enough to be a ‘shrink’, just listen to your patients, turn everything around and you’ll be the miracle doctor.
It was silent in the house. I put my key into the lock and opened the door. I just felt like lying down on a couch, closing my eyes to the world and dream my own dreams. That’s when reality struck!
I dropped my purse to the ground. “CLAUDIA!!??” My daughter was standing there at the stairs, clad in her pretty Gardetanz uniform, with the short skirt and the funny hat on her head. Everything seemed to be pretty normal – except for that big red ball which apparently was strapped tightly in her mouth. The poor girl tried to get away from where she was standing, but her hands seemed to be bound to the banister. She obviously could not free herself.
“Claudia!! What the hell happened to you? Who has done this?? Are you hurt? Are you okay?” She did not answer. Of course, I thought, how could she answer me with that ball gag in her mouth? I had to free her.
I must admit, I was in shock. This was very unusual. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Or had it? Some years ago, when Dan had been playing Indians with Claudia, he had strapped her to a pole and left her behind for an hour or so. Well, kids! But this was different. Dangerous.
Getting over to her I noticed something was completely weird. But what? I tried to look behind the thick layer of makeup. Was that really my daughter? Something about it did not fit. The proportions. Claudia wasn’t that thin. Maybe it was one of the other girls in her dancing group? First, I wanted to free her hands. Maybe she could take the gag out herself. Then I noticed the handcuffs. What on earth? Who had the keys? I saw that the poor girl’s wrists were already marked by the cuffs. I saw her hands. Oh no…
I knew these hands. Oh God! Please, no!! My mind wanted to give up. I did not like this game. I knew whose hands I was looking at. But I still asked myself, if I was dreaming or not. This was not my daughter all right. This was my son!!
But, it just couldn’t be! Dan was thicker. And he was a boy! He wouldn’t be wearing girls’ clothes, would he? No, not my little boy. My hands went to his waist, oh my! I recognized the touch of my corset right away. My mouth went all dry. My heart started hammering. Somebody had put him into my corset, and into his sister’s dancing uniform. And gagged him. And cuffed him to the banister. All of a sudden I felt all the blood draining from my head, I had to sit down on a chair, maybe drink some water, maybe even change into some other clothes or even take a shower. Dan wouldn’t run away. I could solve this later.
I returned about half an hour later. He was still there, as I had left him. I? No, not I, someone else had left him like that. I had to find out, who. Maybe I should take that nasty rubber ball out of his mouth? With trembling fingers I unfastened the straps and pulled the ball gag out. He moaned, working his jaw up and down. “Thanks”, he murmured.
The situation was so strange, I had to reply with “you are welcome”, knowing, it was nonsense to say so. “Who did this to you?”
“The girls did.”
“The girls? Claudia and her friends from the dancing group?”
“Yes.”
“But what happened? Why are you wearing this? You must be completely ashamed of yourself!”
He blushed. “Claudia strained her ankle this afternoon. So they needed a stand-in for their public dance in two weeks time.”
“But what on earth has this do with you? You are not supposed to be this stand-in, are you?” I noticed I was very much afraid to hear his answer. If he said yes now, it would mean a lot of trouble.
“No way, mom. Definitely no!”
“And this?” I pointed to the uniform, he was wearing.
His face became crimson red. “Just a joke, mom. The girls simply dared me. And I did not want to be a wimp. That’s all. Can you get me out of this now?”
I knew from business that whenever someone says ‘that’s all’, there’s more behind it. “No, I can’t. Do you know where the keys are?”
He told me to go upstairs and ask Claudia. She would be in her room. I did so, went upstairs, knocked rapidly on her door and entered right away, pretty much pissed off. “You better get those keys and get you brother loose and let him out of your uniform!” She remained sitting on her sofa.
“Hi mom! I’m sorry, I can’t. I strained my ankle this morning and it hurts like hell. And you had better look at some nice pictures before you ask any more questions.” She turned her notebook around, thus making it possible for me to see something; I did not want to see. It was… Christ! That was my son!! This very moment the truth was all clear to me. Something had to be done, something had to be done right away! I did not want my boy to be unhappy the rest of his life.
I had to calm down. “You got the keys? Then come with me!”
We went downstairs again. Dannie was still standing cuffed to the banister, trying to hide his face from view. But when he saw, Claudia was with me, he started right away: “You bitch! Wait till I get at you! Just let me get out of these clothes now!!”
“Calm down! You just got what you asked for!”
“Yeah, and now I’m asking to change!”
“Change into what?” I asked him, knowing I had to be careful whenever somebody talks about ‘change’.
“Anything, mom! As long as it is decent.”
“Claudia! You heard your brother. Get him something to change into…”
“What shall I get for him, mom?” my daughter asked back.
“Anything – you heard what he said. As long as it is decent! And you…” I turned to my son, “– I thought I was getting real good at these expressions! – It’s completely all right. Don’t worry, things will straighten out soon.”
Meanwhile Claudia had disappeared into her room. I could hear her rummage around for a while, then she returned with something bright red over her arm. I had to smile, when I saw what she brought. But now I had to make sure, the whole situation wasn’t getting out of control.
“That’s a nice idea. She will look very pretty wearing your Dirndl. Wait, I’ll help you!”
Dannie looked nervously around him. “She?? Who are you talking about? Who’s gonna wear that dreadful dress? Claudia hates it, if I remember right.”
Laughing, Claudia went over to him. “Yes, my little sister! You are absolutely right! I hate it!! So since you are so fond of my clothes, I’ll let you have it!”
His face went all gray. He bit his lips but didn’t say anything. Then, with a cracking voice, he said “no!”, but I was quite sure that he meant “yes!” Always the opposite, as usual.
We freed him from the cuffs, helped him out of his Gardetanz uniform with the short skirt and fluffy petticoat underneath. Only now I saw what he had on his penis. “Oh my God! What’s this?”
Claudia explained it to me. And she said she did not have the key to the thing, but that her friend Maria had the key, at least she thought so. As it turned out, nobody had thought about any keys, when they had put the chastity cage on his penis. “Well then you better phone your friend and ask her to come over with the key,” I told her.
We slipped the white blouse over his head, then let him step into the dress and pulled it over his hips.
Claudia tried to close the long zipper at the bodice, but had problems. “ I cannot zip him up! He’s still too thick for the dirndl.”
“Just tug her in a little more. I can see her corset isn’t fully closed yet!”
“No!” he cried. “Please don’t lace me any tighter!” [Yes, he meant “please lace me tighter!”]
Claudia was a good sport. “Of course! What do you think, Daniela? Do you want me to lace your corset tighter, so you can fit into your lovely dirndl dress?”
“No, please! I can’t stand it! I can hardly breathe as it is!” [Yes, he meant, lace me tighter till I faint!]
And a painful grunt appeared – Claudia had begun her task and certainly did not spare him. I could easily see his waist getting smaller and smaller. When finally it looked like an hourglass – she tied the laces off and, giving the dirndl a new try, smiled: “There you go, Daniela! Oh you look just so lovely to me. You should always wear your pretty dirndl, I think.”
Next she tied the white apron around his waist, helped him into a pair of matching high heeled shoes, and then turned him around to be looked at. My God!
“What do you think, mom? Isn’t she a natural beauty? Just look at her waist and her boobs! Oh no, look what she’s trying to do! She seems to be excited about her dress!”
I saw where Dan’s hand went. He obviously tried to touch his penis, and I had no doubt, what for.
“No, no,” Claudia told him, taking his hand away. “Stop playing with that! Good we put that chastity belt on you. Maybe I’d better ask Maria for the key, don’t you think so?” With that, she took her mobile phone and waited for her friend to answer the call.
“Hi Maria… yes, very funny… no, she’s wearing my most horrible dress, you remember my dirndl dress, don’t you? Oh, how I hated it!! Yes… yes, of course we want the key! What? You say what? Who’s got it? Your sister? And she is where?? WOW!”
She made silent thumbs down into my direction. Obviously the key to Dan’s chastity device was with Maria’s sister.
“Aha! Yes, she’ll have to live with it, I guess. She can of course always look at the pictures I took with my mobile phone… Okay, see you then!”
Claudia smiled. “Her sister’s got the key! And she’s off to college and won’t be home for the next two weeks. Poor Daniela!!”
I must say, I did not really know what to do about the whole situation. It was so weird! And hearing Claudia call her brother ‘Daniela’ made it even weirder. I simply had to ask the girls’ father about it… “The girls’ father”?? What was I thinking? I had only one girl. And one boy. Or did I? In front of me I clearly saw two girls.
No. My husband would probably know what to do about it. By the way, he is a surgeon. He’d be home late today, he said.
“MOM!” Claudia’s yell brought me out of my thoughts. “She’s trying to take her dirndl off! You know, what you always did to me whenever I tried to take it off?!
Of course I knew. Claudia always hated to wear her dirndl and had often tried simply to change into something more practical. Which of course I always kept her from by very simple means. I nodded in her direction. Claudia smiled and quickly pulled the boys arms behind his back, tying them together with the soft band of his white apron. That would eliminate his efforts.
Well, we sure had to think about it now.
Phil, my husband, was as shocked as I had been. He returned home about 8 p.m., when Dan was still in his dress. For some time now he had been silent, after urging me all the time to let him go. He said he felt sorry about what had been done. [Of course he did not mean it.]
His sister had put the red ball gag around his neck, just in case, as she said. Like this, he just sat down in a corner, waiting for his father to come home.
It was quite a sight. He was sitting bolt upright, silently moaning due to his very tight corset. Claudia had combed his long hair in a very girlish style, and since his face always had been very soft and somewhat feminine, he made the perfect girl.
His sister couldn’t keep from mocking him. “Oh sis, I’m so happy you can fit into my dirndl. It’s such a pretty dress! Wait – let me take some more pictures of you!” And before he had a chance to hide away from her, she took a couple of new pictures with her mobile phone.
“And you think, that would be the best way to treat him, as you said?” Phil asked me.
“Well, yes…no, I’m not at all sure. I don’t think he can be treated.”
“What do you mean? You don’t mean, that my son…?” he was slightly shocked.
“Your son? OUR son! Yes, I think we’ve lost him…” It was hard to accept.
“And you really think, you mean, you really want him to stay dressed like that for the next two weeks, participate in Claudia’s Gardetanz group, and even go public with the girls? Our son??”
I had a lump in my throat. “Yes, I think it’s the only way. We must be certain!!”
“But what about school? We cannot keep him prisoner like that for two weeks! We’ve got work to do!”
“Claudia will keep an eye on him. You just said she will have to stay at home with her ankle anyway. She’ll be the perfect jailer…” I wanted to laugh at my joke, by my heart felt like ice.
Phil was breathing hard. “Good to know, we CAN do something about it, unlike other parents. Okay, you’ll tell him. Tell him he has to go through with it until the dancing competition is over. Then we’ll decide.”
I told him. I told him, he would have to stay as a girl for the next two weeks, stay at home, together with his sister. And that he was supposed to train every day with the girls…
“Wearing that uniform again, with the petticoat?” he interrupted me. Claudia helped me out. “No, silly, we don’t usually train with our uniforms. You’ll get one of my long sleeved leotards; you’ll look pretty cool in it!” I saw him gulping. And I sensed a great amount of emotions flooding from his side. In my opinion he was truly smitten by the idea.
No doubt, he had a hard time in front of him. Whether it would be nice or not was completely up to Dan, I mean to Daniela.
I was shaking all over my body; cold sweat was on my forehead. What a dream
Sometimes the picture got a little clearer. I saw some white, fluffy fabric. Then all went black again.
I was dreaming about… about what? Girls in stupid costumes dancing around me. My legs dancing with them, showing off frothy petticoats. My eyes felt so heavy…
Oh God! I got a hard one! A girl! Yes, I could see a very beautiful girl, clad in… clad in what? My sister’s dirndl? No, it couldn’t be. I clearly saw her standing next to the girl, laughing, calling the other girl ‘sister.’ But she doesn’t have a sister.
Suddenly I had to breathe heavily. Air!! Please, let me have some air!! Something was winding itself about my waist like a snake. Again my sister was laughing. ‘Tighter?’ she asked. Then all was blackening out around me.
‘Two weeks!’ I heard another voice. ‘She won’t get the key for another two weeks!’ – The key? What key? What key was I thinking about? And where was I?
Something seemed to be wrapped around my breast. A bandage? I felt so dizzy. And horny!! Yes, horny like hell! My hand went between my legs, grabbing… nothing. Of course, it was just a dream! You don’t grab things in dreams! And I fainted again.
Some time later – in my dream?? – I seemed to overhear a short conversation. “She’ll be all right soon… her sister is coming now…” Then I heard footsteps, the sound of a chair put next to my bed. And then I noticed a hand, slowly crawling under the sheets of my bed. I tried to open my eyes, but still did not have the power. Maybe I had had an accident? It seemed to be clear I was in a hospital of some sort. My father’s hospital? He was a surgeon.
The hand made contact with my own hand, closing my fingers around something, which was very familiar to me. There it was! That was a good feeling!
Somebody was kissing me on my cheek. Then I seemed to be alone again, still holding onto my erect shaft. It was cold.
My hand fell off the side of my bed. Something hard hit the floor. I wanted to see what it was, but I couldn’t rise – my breast was aching a lot and my vision was very blurred. The door to my room opened and somebody, a nurse I think, entered. “No, no,” she said, picking up what was on the floor, “you certainly have to wait with that kind of toy, Daniela, even though your dad did a good job!” And she left the room again, giggling.
‘My dad did a good job??’ On me?? Instantaneously I sat bold upright, draining almost all the blood from my head. But before I again lost consciousness, I had time enough to see: Dad really had done a good job on me. Yes, he is a surgeon, a very skilled plastic surgeon!
The next time I recovered I felt a lot better. Or shall I say worse? Slowly but surely the truth hit me, that this was a very real dream. Or was it a nightmare?
Opening my eyes I was happy to see – I now had a clear vision. Okay; next step. Is it possible actually to see, when you’re dreaming? Slowly, I struggled free from the sheets. Something was different. Between my legs I saw nothing, i.e. I saw some tight bandage of a kind, a bandage which was alarmingly flat. On my chest I noticed a second bandage, a bandage which was alarmingly bumpy.
I fell back into my pillows. Carefully touched what wasn’t there any more, whilst my other hand discovered what had been done to my breast. Oh God! I was mutilated for life…but NO! It was just a dream…
Again I had a very vivid feeling of getting extremely aroused. So it was a dream! My body still worked the way it was supposed to, and I had not been mutilated.
I was allowed out of my bed after three days. Most of the bandages could be removed after about one week, but I still had to stay at the hospital; at least for another week. Nevertheless I simply had to accept the truth: Dan would never ever return home again.
I started to examine my new body. It still was a bit painful, but I was happy with the days going by. The problem was I had no idea how to handle it. Or should I say, I couldn’t take hold of it any more the way I used. It was driving me nuts!. dad had really done a terrific job, it looked like I’d never had anything else down there – but I soon felt like an Indian trying to start a fire.
Help arrived from an unexpected place. It was my sister, who reminded me of the little toy she had given me on day one.
“Try it,” she said, “it’s very nice with fresh batteries.” She was sure right! Finally I got my first girl’s orgasm and it was so nice! But I soon noticed something very different. As a boy I was really finished afterwards, but now being a girl it just did not give me the same feeling of satisfaction. Frankly, I just had to start all over again after just some minutes of respite. And the batteries always wore out much quicker than expected. And without batteries? Well, it was just frustrating. Of course, I quickly started to push my little toy where it was supposed to be going, but that did not really give me any other sensation than shortly before one would empty his bowels. Maybe it was even a bit more painful; I don’t know.
The day before I was to return home, Mom told me what was going to happen. I was to change school, firstly, and secondly, my sister would still be responsible for my dressing. And that it was completely up to her what I was going to wear. And that it was my decision, whether or not I would co-operate. Claudia could ground me whenever she thought I needed it. That did not sound too good, I thought. But I decided to play along as long as she provided me with fresh batteries!
I looked at the large box with its more than strange content. It had arrived two days ago and was heavier than expected. I had never seen anything like this before and now hardly remembered why I had ordered it. Who told me to buy it? Claudia?
The shining steel looked somewhat beautiful, somewhat terrifying, and very solid. If this thing couldn’t keep him from satisfying himself nothing could; if he could put it on at all. The waist measurement was alarmingly small; twenty inches down to seventeen, Claudia had told me. Twenty inches wasn’t much for a boy his age.
Nervously, I had wandered around the living room for the last hour. The kids should be home any time now, if traffic had been normal.
Would he agree on wearing this thing? For the 57th time my fingers went over the polished plate with its tiny holes. ‘Secondary shield,’ it was called. It should attach very easily to his chastity belt; I had made sure it really did. Wearing this chastity belt, his vagina would definitely be completely inaccessible sealed off, so to say. “It’ll be better for her to start with,” Claudia had insisted. “You don’t want him to hurt himself down there, do you?” Of course I didn’t. Besides, it would definitely cool him off as well, as he’d not be able to play with his…
God! What had I done to my son?? I knew it was irreversible. Why on earth didn’t he resist, when he was to run around like a girl? Just a few weeks ago we were all sure about this, yes, he’d like to be a girl, and there wasn’t the slightest doubt. But, was this really true? Or was it our expectation, our own personal desire of changing into a different person? That is, MY desire of changing into a different person? Why had I become a plastic surgeon, specializing in gender change?
It seemed I sensed the car before I even heard it. Steps followed, nearing the house and a key was put in the lock and the door was opened. Claudia came in, being followed by a girl. Where was Dan?
I had seen to him in the days following the surgery but, when all went right, I had deliberately left him to his nurses. I knew I felt guilty.
“Hi Dad!” Claudia shouted.
“Hi Dad!” the other girl shouted.
My God! My jaw must have dropped to the floor. It…it just couldn’t be true.
“Daniel? Is that…?” I couldn’t go on.
“It’s Daniela, Dad! Isn’t she beautiful?”
I hardly dared to look at him. He was a stunning beauty. Not any longer a fat little boy, but a slim girl with young budding breasts. “Yes,” I consented, “he is…” No, I just couldn’t say it. I knew he was my boy; I hadn’t done any brain surgery to him.
“Hi Dad!” he said once more, this time a lot more humble. He didn’t dare to look into my eyes. Why was he so slim? He was breathing hard in shallow breaths.
“Hi Dan!” I replied with silent voice, “welcome home! You… you look terrific!” And then I took him into my arms.
It felt like embracing a tree, a rock hard, solid tree, but with nice, soft fruits, if there is anything like that. I didn’t know where to put my hands; I didn’t know where to look. Normally fathers don’t feel any desire towards their own daughters, but this was different, this was very much different, and I had no idea if I could handle it.
Thank God my daughter – my daughter? Which daughter?? Oh boy, everything was different now! – brought me away from these thoughts for the time being.
“Dad? You got her new belt ready? I think we better put it on her right away!”
“The belt? Oh yes, I have it right here!”
“What belt are you talking about?” Dan asked nervously. “There is no belt with a dirndl, is there?”
“Hush dear!” Claudia told him to be quiet. “No, it’s something different, just to protect you… to protect your virtue…”
“My ‘virtue?’ What are you talking about?”
“Your virginity, sister dear. Come on now, raise your skirt.”
I grabbed the chastity belt with trembling fingers. And couldn’t avoid him seeing me with what I came in my hands.
“No! What’s that? I’m not going to wear that thing, am I, Dad??”
He tried to resist, but Claudia already had a firm grip on his arms. “Please Dad! Don’t put that fucking belt on me!” He was yelling at top voice, and to Claudia: “Let me go! I hate you for what you’ve done to me!”
“You hate me?” Claudia laughed, trying to bind his wrists together with the bands of his apron. I could see he didn’t have a chance as he already was completely out of air. “And it’s not a ‘fucking belt,’ but an ‘anti-fucking belt!’ And you better shut up now; I’m so tired of your big mouth, little sister.” And to my horror she produced a big red ball gag and strapped it tightly into his mouth, clicking a little padlock shut. “There, that should keep you silent!”
She did not hesitate. “Are you ready, Dad? Wait, I’ll lift up her skirt.”
It was a lot easier than I thought. But I was truly shocked by his tight corset. “Oh my God! How can you breathe in that thing, Dan?”
He made a grunting sound through his gag. Of course, he wasn’t in the position to answer. I pulled down his frilly knickers, for the first time exposing his vagina to my eyes, i.e. to my eyes as his father, I mean, her father, not as a doctor. It was so confusing.
“Dad? Don’t stare another hole in her! Put the belt on her, her wrists are becoming loose!”
I clasped the waist band around his corseted waist, pulled the crotch band through his legs, carefully placing his vaginal lips through the long and narrow slit of the chastity belt, and then locked his belt together with a solid little padlock. What a sight!
Claudia turned him around to have a look. “Wow! That’s great! Now let me see… do you like this?” She touched his protruding lips with her fingers. Dan answered his sister with a soft moaning. “You do, don’t you? Too bad for you, little sister! We better put the secondary shield on as well. Let’s see, how does this work? Ah, I see, just like this… there you go… all safe and sound now!”
She had hardly finished when Dan got his hands free. Quicker than any of us could have thought due to extreme reduction of his waist, he ran away, ran upstairs to his room, slamming the door behind him and turning the key, so we couldn’t follow.
I stared at Claudia. She smiled and looked overly happy. “Don’t worry, Dad. She’ll be okay. She’ll accept it sooner or later. She’s got no choice anyway!”
I did not look as bright upon this as she did. I knew from business, that a scalpel alone doesn’t change a person’s gender. To be honest, I was afraid she could be wrong. And I was afraid something could happen to Daniel, who now was alone in his room.
So I too went upstairs and sat down on the stairs next to his door. I just wanted to be on the safe side, listening for any strange sounds, ready to break the door whenever necessary.
I think I will never forget the next two hours. First it was all silent. Then I heard a faint, barely audible sound, some kind of a vibrant humming, like from a razor. Was he shaving himself? This went on for some time, followed by heavy punching sounds, as if he was using a hammer on something.
Next I could clearly hear him sobbing, increasing in volume. Then a long silence again.
Just when I thought, he might have fallen asleep; a terrible smashing of things came from behind the door. Daniel seemed to be getting nuts. Once or twice something hit the door, falling to the floor with breaking noise. Then I suppose he was kicking around at his furniture, maybe even turning some of it upside down.
After this I could hear him cry again, but this time it was loosing strength. He was obviously calming down now, and I was happy that it seemed to be over.
But then the loudest crash came, I think he had been smashing his large mirror. And I knew it wouldn’t be over for long.
In the meantime, the wife had come home and, together with Claudia, had been preparing dinner. Now she asked me to come down, as they wanted to eat.
Silently the three of us took our meal; none was in the mood to talk. Then we heard Daniel’s door being opened, he was coming downstairs now.
The sight, that met us, wasn’t very pleasant. Dan had taken off his dirndl, he wasn’t even wearing a bra any longer, but he was still clad in his tight corset and the chastity belt, and the red ball gag was still in his mouth.
He looked horrible. With trembling fingers he pointed at his gag, looking remorseful and with pleading eyes first at me, then at my wife. We could not move.
Claudia was the first to utter a word. “What is it, little sister? Finished with fooling around? Do you want the gag out?”
He was shaking his head ‘yes.’
“Okay. But will you behave now?”
Once more he made signs that he would.
“Well, okay. But first you will go back to your room, put your dress on again and make sure to comb you hair and use one of the pretty hair bows I put in your top drawer. And make sure to wear those pretty high heels I let you have, because they are much too high for me to walk in. And then come down again and have something to eat.”
He went without further protest. It was almost unbearable.
He returned after some time, slightly wobbling in his unaccustomed pumps. My God! He looked incredibly attractive! Claudia finally removed the gag from his mouth. He sat down, trying to work the stiffness out of his jaw. He ate a little, all silent, but it was obvious he couldn’t get anything down his throat, laced as tight as he was. Finally he finished and, with pleading eyes, asked to be let out of the corset and chastity belt.
I just couldn’t bear it any longer. I got the key to his belt out of my pocket and deftly threw it on the table. “Here you are! It’s all right. I just don’t want to have anything to do with this any longer.”
Daniel tried to grab the key, but stiff and uncomfortable as he was, his sister was quicker to get her hand on it. “Not so fast, little sister! Mom? Who’s in charge?”
My wife hesitated a moment. “Well, I think… I think it’s you, we agreed upon. Isn’t it, dear?” She looked at me and I could make out a flickering uncertainty in her eyes. Maybe as a psychologist, she could anticipate a lot, but this seemed to be growing out of her hands now.
“Right! You heard her, Daniela? I am in charge, and you better behave from now on or you’ll soon know what real girls dread the most! Is that understood, you naughty girl?” she triumphantly asked her brother.
He nodded ‘yes,’ seemingly all clear about it now wasn’t the time to be rambunctious.
“Okay then, you’ll better go and help Mom with the dishes now. I have to get ready for my boyfriend to come and see me. That’ll be around 9.30, so for you, little lady, it’ll be bedtime at 9 o’clock. Have fun!” And with these words she went upstairs to her room, without paying more attention to him.
Daniel did his chores in the kitchen, as he was told. I still had my eyes fixed on this new person in my house, and I noticed it was going to be a hard time for me from now on. Later on Daniel, no, Daniela, sat on the sofa between my wife and me, seeking the closeness of his mother. I sat there, not knowing where to put my hands, clearly feeling the solid stays of his new corset, with his boobs nearly jumping into my sight. Oh God, how on earth should I live with this?
It was around 9 o’clock when Claudia returned, slightly amused. She was wearing blue jeans and a short top and no bra, I think, showing her bare navel to the world.
“Well, Daniela, time to go to bed! Are you ready to be put?”
“Must I? It’s pretty early, isn’t it? I’m not really tired yet.”
“Don’t forget, Bob is soon coming over. If you prefer to meet him…like this…”
Stiffly, he raised himself from the sofa. “You are not going to keep me in this all night, are you?” he asked his sister, pointing at his clothes.
“Should I?”
“Do you expect me to die?”
“No, Miss Blondie! I expect you to shoot!” Claudia laughed back at him, taking him by his hand. Now, where had I heard that conversation before?
“Mom? Did you get the jacket? I’d need it now!”
“The jacket, Claudia? Oh yes, of course, that jacket. Yes, I got it; it’s still in the car. I’ll get it for you…”
“No Mom! It’s okay! Daniela can get it herself.”
“Daniela?! Go fetch the jacket Mom got for you! What? Why shouldn’t you go out like this? You are not making problems, are you?”
I knew very well, what problem he had. Before this he hadn’t been outside the door, at least not as a real girl. And not alone. Even if it was only a few yards to the carport, she could easily be seen by anybody passing. Nevertheless he returned after few minutes, carrying a somewhat stiff, white bundle under his arm.
He gave it to his sister without any comment. “And now what?”
They both went upstairs, so I couldn’t hear what more was to be said. Shortly, I then saw him – her – without her dress on her way to the bathroom, before she went back to her room. The door was left ajar, so now again I heard what Claudia said.
“Look, little sister. Do you see these two metal cylinders? Can you guess what they are? You can’t? Let me show you. First we have to open your chastity belt… okay… and now your corset. Did you really think I’d let you sleep in it? Oh no, nobody sleeps in a corset! Well, I know it hurts a little…”
There was a short silence. Then she shouted at him: “Nope! Will you take your hand away! Come on, you got to put this leotard on if you don’t want to chafe your skin during the night… yes, just step into it… now stretch your arms out, no, like this, in front of you… what it is? Just something to keep you comfortable when you are in bed. There! There you go! Now turn around…”
Faint metallic noise of large buckles reached my ears. She was really strapping him into this thing! I couldn’t believe it! Being a psychologist my wife had her connections and certainly knew clinics that still regarded strait jackets as necessary.
“What are you doing…?”
“Shut up! Now cross your arms in front of you, there, they go through these straps… like this, yes, and now, just one more strap, and of course one through your crotch, there you go! All done!”
It was silent upstairs, but to me it was like watching it on a mega screen.
“Ready, little sister? Now to bed – let me have your feet… don’t want you to be running around all night, do we? Are you comfortable? Very good! Now, these two cylinders, you see, they attach very nicely to your chastity belt, you see? What do you think?”
I could not hear his answer. “Do you think so, Daniela?” Claudia was laughing. “No no, you are completely wrong! That’s male thinking! Just wait till you have to try them out! Pleasure? No, not at all! You see, here it is nice for you, but that’s all covered by your belt! Now, let’s see, where is my
petticoat?”
Her petticoat? What on earth did she need her petticoat for? Dan probably asked her the same question, as she was answering him.
“Well, I know, just how much you like it, don’t you? You see, I’ll put right over your head, covering your face a little. That’s nice, isn’t it? And do you remember what I told you downstairs, what I expected from you? You don’t?” And with deep voice she repeated her own words: “I expect you to shoot, Miss Blondie – and now with an almost devilish laughter which I did not know she was capable of, she continued – I expect you to shoot your load on my petticoat, just like you did the last time! Be sure to do as you are told – I’ll be checking my petticoat tomorrow morning. And let me tell you, if you don’t behave, I will lace you down to 19 inches and I’ll let you taste your filthy male fantasy… on your own body this time. I don’t think I’ve to remove these again… don’t you think so? Well, enjoy and sleep well and good night to you, little sister!”
Nothing more was to be heard. My mouth was dry like a stone, and now I really needed a good scotch. My wife and I sat in silence for a long time, before going to bed early.
No, I simply couldn’t get it out of my mind. I knew, it would help to talk about it, but I was really afraid to give away my feelings in this matter. Nevertheless my wife discovered it the way women have done for thousands of years.
“Wow! I must say, you really seem to have some nice thoughts tonight, darling!”
“Nice thoughts? What do you mean?” I asked back, nervously. Instead of answering she simply grabbed my erect shaft, stroking it gently.
“Haven’t you?”
“Well, I think, yes, maybe you’re right,” I answered hesitantly, “but if they are nice…, no, I don’t know.”
“Is it her?”
“Who?”
“Daniela – your daughter.”
I grunted, not being able to face the truth.
“She’s turning you on?”
“Well… yes, you may say so…”
“And now you don’t know how to live with that woman under your roof? Your body betraying you?”
I said nothing to this; she couldn’t be more right.
“You know what, I kind of anticipated this. Do you want me to help you… with this?” Again she stroked my shaft, harder this time. ‘Hold until relief!’ I almost answered, feeling myself like John Wayne in The Longest Day. “Do you??”
Of course I said ‘yes.’ She said I should not worry, she knew exactly what to do now. And that I should relax and bring my hands behind my back.
Carefully she applied a length of soft rope around my wrists, then found one of her nylons and used it to blindfold me with.
Not very often, but with special occasions we both liked it this way. Next she told me to wait, while she had to make some preparations.
I waited, longing ever more for her hand, her mouth, to give me the pleasure I needed so badly.
Then something cold hit my genitals, something very cold. My erection died within seconds like the world’s glaciers melt away without stopping. What the hell? Then I felt her ice-cold fingers fumbling with my now flaccid penis, trying to work something over it and behind my balls. It was very painful for some moments, then she succeeded and began pulling my penis into something hard an unyielding. This took an awful long time, and she certainly had to give it several tries, before she was happy with the result and snapped a little padlock shut, as I could make out from the clicking noise.
Consequently she removed the blindfold and freed my arms. I looked at what I saw in dismay; touching my now locked-away sex with helpless fingers.
“What the hell have you been doing?? Get this bloody thing off in a hurry!”
She smiled. “Oh, I can’t do that. The key is in my office, and I won’t get there before Monday morning. So you have to wait…”
“You said you wanted to help me… with my erection…!”
“Well, yes, I did, didn’t I? I’m sure, it’ll help; don’t you think so?”
“But she is already wearing a chastity belt; and Claudia got the key and…”
“…and you’ve got the spare key, haven’t you? I think this little device will be much safer for you! Now be quiet and try to get some sleep, but I see, it’s been a hard day for you and you certainly have gained a little reward, haven’t you? Come on, be a good man…”
She had now opened her legs wide and inviting. “Come on, take me now!”
My dick was straining against its narrow cage, making me insane with desire. “I… I can’t…”
“Sure you can,” she moaned, pushing my head in between her legs. Oh no, not this, I thought, feeling my own erection changing into the biggest frustration of my life, desperately pulling at the unyielding chastity cage, making life a true nightmare for me.
The following day Sis came with some clothes for me to wear. She looked overall happy.
“Hi, Daniela! See what only arrived today! Isn’t it just the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”
I looked at it in dull admiration. “Oh no, please, not a corset again!”
“But yes! Just look at yourself! Maybe Dad could do quite a lot to your body, but he definitely couldn’t make you any thinner! You don’t want to be a wall-flower, do you? And besides, I want to have a pretty sister, not a fat one!”
I gulped. I knew it was important for girls to look nice; I just never knew how important it really was.
“Come, we have to suffer for beauty!” She giggled. “At least you have to! Now, come over here and let me help you!”
Right this moment two of the younger nurses entered my room. “Oh, what have you got there? Is that a corset? A real old fashioned corset? Wow! That looks very restrictive! Just look at all the boning and feel how stiff it is! I wouldn’t like to wear one of these!!”
“Me neither,” I said, hoping the two girls would take my part. They didn’t.
Instead, the two young nurses grabbed my by my arms and dragged me out of my cot. “No!” I cried. “Yes!” they cheered. “Come on, little girl! We are just going to help you! We’ll make it nice and tight!” And then to my sister: “Well, what are we going to do? It’s not really a part of our education, you know!”
Claudia laughed. “Of course not! Well, you see, I’m going to hold her hands like this, and then you will clasp the corset around her waist from behind…yes, exactly, just like you are doing, and now, you (pointing at the other girl) may close the studs on her busk, starting with number two from the top…yes… all the way down… and finally the top one! Well, there you are! Now you just have to draw in her laces!”
My sister made a running commentary on how the two girls should lace me into my new corset, and I simply felt like vanishing into the ground. Not only due to the new corset, which seemed to be much more restrictive than the one I had worn before – i.e. mother’s corset from her reenactment group – but also because it was simply so humiliating!
They didn’t spare me and it was hard to believe it was the first time they were lacing someone into a tight fitting corset. Soon I begged them to have mercy upon me.
“Please! That’s enough! I can hardly breathe any more!”
“Nonsense!” my sister replied. “Just go on! You got to lace him… I mean her… all the way in; otherwise he won’t be able to don his dirndl. Make it meet in the back but for three inches!”
“No, please, Claudia! It is already much tighter than ever before…please tell them to stop! It hurts…ouuuch!”
She told the nurses to stop and produced a measuring tape, putting it around my waist. “No, it’s not tighter! It’s only 22 inches now and we’ve got to get you down to at least 20 inches; otherwise the belt won’t fit, even though it can be adjusted. But 20 inches will be the widest, 17 the smallest. Maybe it feels tighter, as it is a lot stronger boned than your old corset. Come on now, we got to get her ready!” And with this, she told the girls to start tugging on my laces again.
Now one of them was trying to bring my waist together with her hands, squeezing as much as she could, whilst the other, stronger girl put her knee in the small of my back for better leverage. “Breathe out!” she commanded, but to be honest, there wasn’t much air left in my lungs to breathe out with. Next, a terrible pressure brought the two halves of my corset a lot more together, and it seemed to me I could hear my ribs crack.
I didn’t see much of what was going on, as there was no mirror in the room, but looking down I was now shocked at this sight! All I saw was an enormous amount of white flesh, almost rising to my nose. Well, not quite, and maybe I do exaggerate a little, but anyway, all I saw were two big, beautiful mounds, and I would have been completely out of my mind had I seen them on any girl (but my sister!), but realizing I now had to carry these things around on my own body made me feel sick. And it was the same with the corset! Oh yes, just a few weeks ago the idea of getting any girl (but my sister!) laced tightly into a stiff, whaleboned corset would have driven me nuts, but now, it was just sheer agony! The girls kept squeezing, tugging and laughing, and I became more and more unsteady on my legs. Finally, panting, they bound the laces into a bow and asked Claudia to measure my waist once more.
“Yes, exactly 20 inches! Good job, and thanks a lot for your help! I couldn’t have done without!”
“We were pleased to help,” the one nurse said, who had been pulling my laces. And to me: “You look gorgeous, Daniela! Every boy will eat out of your hand from now on! If we can help another time, just let us know.”
“Yes, we’d like to get more practice,” the other nurse added. “And we will certainly try to get that thing closed around your waist; there’s another three inches to go!” Smiling and laughing they left the room, leaving me completely breathless, whilst Claudia already ordered me to raise my arms.
What followed was already familiar to me. So without much trouble I was again put into my sister’s dirndl. Tying the apron around my tiny waist . Then she led me into the bathroom to admire my new look.
I was stunned! Had I ever seen this on any girl (but my sister!) I would have had an instantaneous ejaculation! I simply stared at this girl and couldn’t believe it was me. It was… Gosh! It was tremendous, and at the same time It was scaring the hell out of me. If I had to go out like this, I would be the cause to world’s end, at least some traffic accidents. I would glue men’s eyes to my body; destroy innocent boys’ lives !
“Well? You’ve seen enough? Come on now, let’s drive home. It’ll be better to get you in your belt as soon as possible! Let’s go now! Stop admiring yourself and just remember, from now on you are as dangerous as an unexploded bomb!”
She was probably right. She was definitely right! My eyes were still ‘male’ eyes, and it was hard to believe, this could be me.
I sat down in the right front seat and at once noticed that car seats and tight corsets don’t really fit together; an ordinary wooden chair in a van would have been better, but I doubt they exist.
Worse was – a lot worse as I soon noticed – the effect the long and strongly boned tip at the bottom of my new corset had
I gave up after a few minutes. Claudia saw my frustration. “Problem, little sister?”
It made me mad. “Don’t call me that! I’m not your little sister!”
Instead of answering she reached out with her free hand and, grabbing my left breast, asked bemused: “You are not? You better get used to the thought, don’t you think so? Or do you still think, you are dreaming?”
I was fuming mad. If just I could get release! And then something came back to my mind making me smile again! Now one thing was certain, they could definitely not use this means of torture – and it sure was one,
One hour more like this in the car was quite a challenge, and I had seen all these lustful stares I got from young and old men, when stopping at traffic lights, but then we would be home, and I would lock myself into my room, take this dress and this terrible corset off and change into something more normal to wear, jeans and a sweatshirt, I think!
I knew I was a bitch towards him. He’d probably be sweating a lot now in his stiff strait jacket, rubbing his dirty little clit at the crotch rope, certainly without ever getting himself off. Oh, I forgot, he was a she now!
But even though I had been acting as if I fully accepted his new gender – her new gender – she still was my little brother. He would never again pump his yucky sperm on my beautiful petticoat; I’d seen to that, very effectively.
Supposing he was not asleep anyhow, we made a lot of fuss when my boyfriend came over that evening. Never before had kisses made me moan that much, and that loud!
The next morning I had to see whether or not he’d been a good sport – or should I say: spurt? Of course I already knew what the outcome of my thorough inspection would be, and had made my preparations.
“Hi, Daniela! Good morning, little sister! Did you sleep well?”
I saw he’d been fighting the short petticoat off his face during the night. He moaned slightly, tugging at the sleeves of his strait jacket. “What’s the matter? Do you want to get out of your pajamas?”
“Just let me go and bugger off!” He seemed to be in no happy mood.
“Well well, I see, you are in a good spirit this morning. Well, I first have to inspect my petticoat, see if you shot your cum on it again…” I took it in my hands and apparently examined it very carefully. “O… oh, that’s not good! Nothing here… [I turned the petticoat in my hands] and nothing here either. So what are we going to do to you today? Looks like you need some special training, don’t you think so?”
I let him out of his sticky clothes and let him have a refreshing shower. When he was finished in the bathroom I told him to put on the silk vest and to cuff his hands in front of him with a pair of handcuffs, I had laid out for him. “And if I don’t want to?” he asked.
“Then you’d have to stay in bed all day… and I would ask your old friends to come over and see you, because you are sick.” The clicking of the cuffs told me he did not want to discuss this matter any further.
I strapped his cuffs to a rope that went to a solid crook in the ceiling, pulling his arms up in the air, and then I fetched his corset and prepared to hook it around his waist.
“Please, Claudia! I don’t want to wear that bloody thing again!”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t want to wear that thing again! I hate it!”
“What thing? What are you talking about? I don’t understand you.”
“That… [he almost whispered it] that corset.”
“What are you saying? Why don’t you speak up?” Oh, it was so much fun!
He was getting beet red. “That corset,” he said.
“Oh, your corset!” I almost shouted back. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, little sister. It’s just part of your normal underwear from now on!” And I pulled his hand a little higher and deftly clasped the beautifully ornamented corset around his waist, hooking the busk together in front. “It’s so beautiful,” I said, adoring his stays, “I really envy you a lot.” And I let my hands glide over the shimmering fabric. “Now, we better start lacing you in! What did I say yesterday? Didn’t we want to go below twenty inches?”
He was already breathing hard. And I was, too, after some minutes. Yesterday’s twenty inches was hard work already, but I was determined to show him what a good corset – and a bad sister – could do to him, if he wasn’t behaving. Finally I could tie his laces off, both of us panting a lot.
Oh, what a sight he was! To be honest, I did envy him for this figure: Dad had been doing a very good job on him – and I, too. Of course, I’d never fancy to get laced like him, but as a (artificial) result his – sorry, her! – figure was absolutely stunning.
Then I got his chastity belt, with both phalluses still attached. “Now, sister dear, your piece de resistance! You know what these are?” I asked, pointing at the two objects, protruding from the crotch band of her chastity belt.
He licked his lips nervously, breathing hard against his horribly tight corset. “Phalluses?”
“Phalluses?” I laughed aloud. “Oh my! No girl would ever call them ‘phalluses’. We call them ‘dildos’; didn’t you know that? You know where they go, don’t you??” I took some lotion and put it on the dildos. “You see, like this it’s a lot easier for us girls… doesn’t hurt half as much then.” I lifted his legs, one after the other. He was slightly trembling, but not really offering any resistance.
My God! It was easier than I had ever expected. Honestly, I had never done this to myself, and why should I? I knew pretty well, it hadn’t much to do with pleasure, and I definitely preferred the love-me-tender-way.
“Now, what do you say? Does it feel good? Isn’t this what you have been dreaming about for years? I’ll better be locking the waist band of your chastity belt, so you won’t be losening it… see, I’ve altered the waist band to fit just over your nineteen inches now… there you go! It’s all done! Now get dressed in your dirndl again! I’ll be waiting downstairs with breakfast for you!”
I had already made the table and prepared breakfast, as I sometimes do on Sundays. Usually, Mom and Dad would be up around this hour, but today they seemed to be staying in bed a lot longer. Finally, Dad was seen on his way to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Well, he seemed to be in a pretty bad mood, whilst mom was chuckling from her bedroom. What was going on?
I sat down, curiously waiting for Dan to come downstairs. At last I could hear him shuffle his way down the steps. Slowly – very slowly – he entered the room, pulled the chair out and… and didn’t move.
“Well? Have a seat, little sister!” Oh, it was so hard not to start laughing. He kept silent, apparently fighting for breath. I could see his nice boobs heaving hard all the time. That was quite a sight! Very carefully, he now lowered himself on the chair, grimacing badly.
“Please…,” he sighed, “please Claudia, let me out of this thing…”
“This thing?” I asked bemused. “How many times do I have to tell you not to speak in riddles? What on earth are you talking about? Is your corset bothering you? Maybe it’s still a bit stiff, so new as it is? Don’t worry, that’ll go over in a few days!”
“No,” he answered, grimacing again very badly now and using his hands to lift himself off the seat, “it’s this fucking…”
“Morning, girls!” Mother sat down at the table, spreading an atmosphere of curious expectation around her. “Well, Daniela, is everything all right with you? Did you sleep well? You don’t look too happy… oh, no jam…” She got up and went to the kitchen to get it.
Dan brought his head closer to the table, exposing his breasts even more. I sure had to teach her some manners. “It’s this fucking chastity belt with the dildos,” he whispered.
“Oh, it’s the dildos!” I gave back at normal voice, with Mum coming back to the table now. She gave me a concerned look and then examined Dan with scanning eyes. She opened her mouth and looked at me, frowning: “You don’t…. you don’t know, what keeps dad in the bathroom for so long…do you?” And I could see her hardly avoiding bursting with laughter.
The situation was queer. It looked like I was the only one acting normal in this family. I did not know what to do, so I simply offered my ‘dear sister’ a warm roll and black coffee. “Later, dear… we’ll come to that later.” And I did my best not to let him – sorry, her – down.
I had never expected anything like what was going to follow. About a quarter of an hour after breakfast Dan begged me to let him out of his chastity belt. Of course I told him, he shouldn’t disturb me, as long as I was doing my hair. The next time followed after ten minutes, with him coming into my room, his skirt up and his hands at the waist belt of his chastity belt, franticly tugging. Again I simply told him to get lost and stop annoying me.
When he returned for the third time, I had to tell him that every time he asked would add one more hour to his predicament. He left with tears in his – sorry, her – eyes; and it was the first time I felt sorrow for him, ah, her (but only for a minute or so…).
Well, this will end my report for this time. When, about a year ago, I wrote my very first report about Daniel wanking into my petticoat I had never anticipated the outcome of all of this. Back then I had simply written all about it while he still was standing in the hall, wearing my Gardetanz uniform and gagged and cuffed to the railing.
It’s a long time ago. Of course I am still in charge, and I tried never to overdo it; just keeping him on the edge all the time.
You would like to know if he has had any sexual intercourse as a girl by now, and I must tell you, that I don’t really know. The problem was, I couldn’t keep him in corset and chastity belt all the time; the days he – she – had P.E. at school he was free to wear whatever he wanted, and we know, a flimsy leotard does not offer much protection to wanton young boys, does it? I always hated having to wear leotards; they just seemed to attract stupid guys all the time.
Well, that’s it. For the last few months I have been talking to all the members of my family, also to Nadia, Dan’s last girl friend. I simply wanted to know, how they all remembered what had happened and how they had adjusted to the new situation.
Now Daniela is again dancing together with my friends and me; one of the girls dropped out and he has now taken her place. I can assure you, it’s a strange sensation for me to know that the girl dancing next to me once was my brother.
Or is she still my brother? Often I think, she still thinks and reacts like a boy. I have been thinking a lot about this and made up my mind: we all were wrong, thinking a simple operation to his genitals would change his mind.
I have persuaded Mom and Dad that he simply has to change school for good. On the Internet, I found the right place for him to stay and learn how to behave as a girl. I presume schools of this type were called ‘finishing schools’ in the old days; nowadays it’s called Institute for the Development of the Modern Woman. It is a private school in Switzerland and I have seen their programme, which is very promising: lessons in deportment, fashion and style, horseback riding, walking, dancing and a lot more. Daniela seems to be looking forward to her new school; that is, apart from having to wear a school uniform, which already spoils her plans of returning to blue jeans, as she had hoped for. And I have already given her a nice diary to write down all her thoughts and emotions for the times to come! (And I don’t have to tell you how curious I already am to read it when she’ll be home on holidays!)
Well, don’t try to trace us down. Of course I’ve changed all our names; we don’t live anywhere near you in any case.
