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Hi.

  A snipplet on a boy in petticoats.  

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
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  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
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Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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Alice


                                                                 by BryanDoug


"Alice, you come right down here immediately!, Your friend Millie is here to
see you"

Alice trembled at the thought.  Millie was the last person on earth he
wanted to see, especially like THIS. But the poor child knew full well what
would be the consequences of disobedience.  That sort of thing had gotten
him into this fix in the first place.  There was no putting off complying
with his mother's command, of that he had no doubt.

He looked into the full length mirror in the upstairs hall while passing.
Even after three weeks he still was not used to his reflection.  A pretty
little 9 year old girl in a pink party dress looked back....and yet he knew,
or thought that he knew, that he was really a 15 year old boy.  A bit small
for his age, perhaps, but a boy, none the less.

For the last three weeks the women of the house had been determined to make
him forget that.  It was becoming ever clearer to him that this was not just
a short punishment, but a concerted plan to change his status permanently.
OK, so he had been a bit of a brat, but...this?  He tried to smooth the full
skirt down before descending the stairs.  The damn frock was too short.
what with all those petticoats, the lace on his panties was in view if he
bent over in the slightest....and that exposure resulted in an instant swat
on his nylon covered bottom.  What with all that spanking and those
humiliating injections, his bottom seemed always tender of late.  Those
short dresses gave the women of the house easy access to his ever more
girlish rear.

Alice really tried to descend the stairs like a lady.  He felt that he might
as well try his best not to look too ridiculous before Millie.  With every
step he took his petticoats and skirt ballooned up, so he had to resort to
keeping his wrists close to his side to keep his skirts down.  Millie could
not help but notice his futile attempts to conceal the expanse of lacy
petticoats and smiled.

"Hi ALICE" She could hardly keep the delight out of her voice.  "Your new
dress is very pretty.  You look just lovely.  I can see why your mother
thought that you would be better in skirts.  They definitely suit you"

Each word was like a new assault on his every diminishing masculinity.  "You
never were much of a boy anyway, I like you ever so much more as a girl"

And with that she took him by the hand and led him out to the garden.  There
was no point in trying to resist.  Millie, at 15 was already 5'8" tall and
130 pounds and had a ripe figure in contrast with his childish one.  She
outweighed him by an easy 30 pounds and in her heels was at least 10 inches
taller than he was.  In her slim skirt, heels and crisp cotton blouse she
looked very mature for her age in stark contrast to his puerile outfit.  As
he was reluctantly pulled along he had an opportunity to get a good look at
his full rounded curves and caught himself wondering what it felt like to
have such full breasts and a rounded bottom.

It was well for him that he did not know that he would find out, first hand,
soon enough.

Millie led him to the swings and fussed with his dress till she was
satisfied that he was properly ensconced on his swing.  She took the next
one, casually revealing a good deal of thigh and lace trimmed panty in the
process.  The message was not lost on Alice.  Why should she care?  There
were obviously no boys around.

"Sweetie, your mother told me ALL about you." She gushed in obvious delight.
"You are going to just love being a girl, and I am going to have such fun
teaching you....in fact, I bet that Harriet, Robin, and Lillian will hardly
be able to wait to see you once I tell them ALL about you"

"ALL about me?"

"Why Alice...oh I do love your new name...it's just perfect!, you are going
to make a lovely girl.  Besides, I understand that you have had a visit to
the doctor....." She giggled.

"But she said that she would not tell" he whimpered.  "Oh Millie, how could
she have let them do this to me?"

"Sweetie, it really is for the best, you know.  Besides, it is far too late
to change back again, from what she told me." At least she sounded
sympathetic and was not making fun of him.

"Look" she said, jumping off her swing and taking hold of his hands in hers.

"We are going to be the best of friends.  You will love the pajama parties
and the shopping....oh that's the most fun....and wait till you discover
boys...or when they discover you" she teased.

A gust of August wind suddenly blew up the child's skirt and petticoat.
Millie's inspection of his pretty pink panties was obvious.  You could not
blame her curiosity.  Alice blushed from his toes to his hair.

Millie covered her mouth with her hand trying to conceal her laughter.  She
knew that he was terribly embarrassed.  In spite of that she could not
stifle the involuntary exclamation "It really is true!!"

Alice fixed his gaze on an ant traversing the sand in front of his swing.
There was no denying the obvious.  He would not even be out of place in a
bikini at a pool party.  The doctor had seen to that!

Suddenly the tears began to flow.  For a month he had tried to be brave, but
now, the full significance of the changes that had taken place hit him.

Millie took him in her arms like a baby and brought him over to a garden
bench.  She held him on her lap like a child as his sobs continued.  "There,
there, sweet, things will be fine, I know you will soon get used to it, and
then you will love being a girl, You'll see." She stroked his hair which was
longish for a boy and so looked quite in place for a young girl.  It was so
soft.....wasted on a boy.

"Do you really think that I will get to like it?" he whimpered.

"Sweetie, you will be a lovely girl, we all will help you."

The last, rather than comforting him, only increased his sobbing.  Finally,
in exasperation, Millie remembered her mother's way of stopping such
petulant crying.

"If you don't stop crying this very moment, I will give you something to cry
about"

And so it was that, as his mother came out into the garden, she found him
lying on Millie's lap with his skirts and petticoats up exposing his cute
bottom with its unmistakable signs of a recent spanking.  Even more amazing
was the beatific smile on his face as Millie gently massaged his tender
posterior.

"Yes, the die is cast now.  Alice is with us to stay," she thought.  "I
suppose we ought to be making arrangements to transfer him to St Mary's for
the fall term"

It was almost as if she had prearranged it.  As she walked closer she could
hear Millie saying "Now Alice, you really should be in St Mary's with me in
the fall.  I could walk you to school every day.  Won't you like that?" His
reply was so soft that his mother could not make it out, but apparently
Millie was satisfied because she continued.  "You are still a bit too little
to go to class with me in the 10th grade.  If I were your mother I would
enroll you in the middle school.  You are about the size of the other girls
in the 7th grade"

"Makes good sense" his mother thought, "and considering his awful academic
high school record it would not hurt to have him repeat those subjects.
Besides, he has a lot of time to make up in learning how to be a girl."

"Millie, what a wonderful idea!  How would you like to come with me to the
mall.  Alice is going to need a new fall wardrobe for school.  I know that
SHE will love having you help pick it out"

Alice began to whimper again.  He remembered the last shopping trip, only
two days ago when they bought him the dress he was now wearing.  He knew
that the next one would be a repeat of the last.  Not only had his mother
made the clerks aware of his status, but he was treated like a not too
bright pre-teen miss who had to have all her decisions made for her.  They
talked about him as if he wasn't even there.  It was all he could do to keep
from crying when his mother casually told the pretty young salesgirl ALL
about him before the girl propelled him into the changing rooms to try on
the dress.  If the try-ons were embarrassing, having to stand quietly while
the salesgirl buttoned up the back of his dress and adjusted his petticoats,
if anything, modeling it had been worse.  It seemed that every one of the
store staff just had to "help" in the sale.

He would never forget her saying "He looks just darling, don't you think?
He will wear it home."

And so he did, though not without the further embarrassment of stopping for
tea at a local restaurant frequented by his mother, where he was introduced
to the mysteries of the powder room.  He had been sitting at the table with
growing discomfort.  The three glasses of water his mother had him drink did
not diminish it either.  In retrospect he realized that she had intended
this all along.  He had begged her to go home, but she merely acted
surprised.  "Darling, we can take care of that little problem easily." She
had motioned to the waitress, a trim young woman in her early twenties,
"Could you take little Alice to "freshen up"?"

The waitress had taken him by the hand and led him nearly the whole length
of the restaurant, his short petticoats rustling and giving amused matrons a
view of his new undies.  The waitress had left him in front of a door with a
stylized silouette picture of a woman in a wide skirt.  He could not deny
that this was the right place for him now.  The worst part was that it was
so ordinary.  No one gave him a second glance as he entered the booth and
relieved himself.  Since his visit to the doctor he no longer could stand to
void.  The mass of petticoats presented a bit of a problem, but that too was
solved.  He remembered being concerned that he might not get them to hang
properly after and being ashamed at the thought.  As he returned to the
table he saw his mother's satisfied expression and knew that things would
never be the same again for him.

FIN


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