Chapter four - Johnny is dressed in lingerie for a ladieswear fitting
There were more tears for Johnny when he arrived at the ladieswear salon with his Aunts. Waiting to see the naughty boy was Aunt Myrna's friend Fenella Williams, the Principal of a private girls' school. "So this is the disgusting boy?" cried Miss Williams, pulling herself erect with indignation. "Spending one week in a girls’ school will do him a power of good. I intend to have him dressed in extremely feminine clothing to teach him a lesson in front of my girls." Johnny cringed with embarrassment. In front of girls! How humiliated he was going to be. He soon discovered that Miss Williams, like both of his Aunts, was intensely hostile to males, both boys and men. While Johnny had been sleeping soundly in his nightdress and panties, sucking innocently on his special dummy, these three women had agreed over the phone that he would be made to suffer a total confusion of his sexuality, the sort of punishment so many males merited, and which he had deserved through misusing Aunt Barbara's clothing in such a disgustingly un-boyish way. Aunt Myrna had ensured that their victim was experiencing conflicting desires about dressing and feeling pretty. While sucking on his pacifier, he had been swallowing a potent cocktail of hormones and conditioning medicines which would drain his sexuality and replace it with girlish desires. He was overwhelmed by the dress salon. Ladies' corsets stared at him along one whole wall, with girdles and bras in glass casings beneath the counters. On the other side, mannequins wore expensive dresses, blouses and skirts, while silk scarves, handbags and high heeled boots and shoes occupied every spare corner. He knew it was extremely unlikely, but he hoped that his Aunts would pick armfuls of these adorable lovelies and dress him in them. "I'll have the naughty thing buttoned into silk leg straps," announced Aunt Barbara. "I won't have any resistance from him while we are fitting him for school." Johnny soon found his knees and ankles bound together and ribbons fastened from his ankles to his wrists, making him stand up straight and perfectly still. He was given another pacifier covered with the same syrup that had made his dreams so sensuous the night before, and in just a few minutes his head and his heart agreed that he was feeling wonderfully soft and dainty in his yellow satin blouse. Flushes of sweetness flowed through him as he gazed down at the ruffles round the front of his blouse, while his flared petticoats, gleaming in white chiffon, had the most adorable little pink rosebuds in horizontal rows, filling him with sweetness in his panties. He was so happy when his Aunt Myrna pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and replaced with another. He sucked hard on that special sweetness as his petticoats were slipped down, his blouse was unfastened and slipped off his shoulders, his bra and panties were removed, and he stood, naked and erected, ready to be dressed in suitable clothes for a very bad boy. .....
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