Chapter three - Johnny is taken to the dress salon
He knew instantly how guilty he was. How he would have to be punished. How he had let both his Aunts down with such a dreadful breach of trust. And how awfully, dreadfully shocking it was that he had wanted to dress himself in ladies clothes... his Aunt's clothes... and even worse: had found that it gave him pleasure! If he didn't realise it himself, he soon learnt it from his Aunts' reaction. They grabbed a hand each and marched him as he was down the stairs and into the living room. After just three minutes of shock and severe scolding, in which his Aunts pointed out to him how the front of his satin panties were soaking wet with sticky cream, he found himself over Aunt Myrna's plastic apron for the mother and father of a terrible spanking across his pink satin panties, while Aunt Barbara held his hands out of the way. But this was only the start of his troubles. Johnny was in total disgrace. Instead of being stripped of his blouse and wet panties, he was made to sit in Myrna's study as she gathered a suitable costume together that would suit such a wicked boy. As Aunt Barbara told Johnny, this was not the first time that his Aunt Myrna had dealt with a boy who wanted to dress as a girl, and in her experience, the best plan was to turn him into a girl for a while - a BABY girl - to teach him a lesson. Johnny was horrified and burst out crying, only to find, as he was being dressed again, that Aunt Myrna had all sorts of baby equipment in her study, including a boy-sized baby's pacifier, which she covered in special syrup and made him suck in his mouth. He was dressed in nylon petticoats which hung from his shoulders to his hips, and matching bloomers with pretty lace around the legs, then put into a girls dress which buttoned together from the back of his neck down to his waist with a ribbon done into a bow. He had to wear white knee socks and black patent shoes which buttoned across his foot with a strap. If it hadn't been for his pacifier, which his Aunt dipped time and time again into her jar of sweet juice before putting it back into his mouth, he would have spent the whole afternoon and evening crying his heart out. But he had deserved to be punished. Aunt Myrna's syrup was more special than Johnny realised. It gave him surges of feeling which he hadn't ever felt before but which felt very sweet to his body. It was in his legs, especially above his knees, that he felt lovely while he was wearing his petticoats and panties. At first he was upset about being put to bed in a frilled nightdress with matching pretty panties, but the strange thing was that when he found he was to sleep that night in Aunt Myrna's bedroom, in a large sized baby cot between satin sheets and frilled satin pillows, a wave of sweetness flowed over him and a curious sense of happiness. It was as if this was what he really wanted. His Aunt Barbara told him when she got him out of his cot next morning that he would be needing some clothes for his punishment, and that she and his Aunt Myrna were taking him to the store for girlish ladieswear. It took her an hour in the bathroom to wash and blow dry Johnny's hair into a high up-style which made him blush from sheer girlishness as he watched in the mirror. "You will be dressed as a girl for one week, my little sissy," she said as she hooked him into a very tight corset with suspenders dangling at his legs. "I have made arrangements for you to serve your punishment time at Miss Williams' school for girls, and she is going to meet us at the shop this morning to choose a suitable school uniform for you." The tears filled Johnny's eyes as he was put into silk chiffon panties with ruffles around his bottom cheeks, then three frilled petticoats and a silk chemise over a little bra filled out with panties from Aunt Myrna's panty drawer. His blouse was in lemon satin with a rounded off-the-shoulder collar and very full sleeves, while his skirt was in lemon silk and slithered in heavenly rustles as it settled across his petticoats. A little coatee in emerald green duchesse satin completed his going out attire, with honeyed stockings and white high heeled shoes from the stock in one of the bedrooms. There were tears in his eyes, yes, but somehow they were pleasant and rewarding, almost as if his punishment was appealing to something in his nature. .....
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