Chapter Fifteen - Johnny must model a dress for Pauline
Aunt Barbara and Aunt Myrna moved Johnny into the middle of the dress salon so that Miss Williams, Mrs Mitcham and her daughter Pauline could enjoy seeing him in his utterly feminine costume. He was made to stand in front of them in painful humiliation as all five women stared at him and grinned with pleasure at his helpless blushing and weeping. How he regretted dressing himself in those blouses, skirts and panties that were waiting to seduce him in his Aunts' boutique. But how awful that his need to wear such lovely clothes had grown into such a deep desire, fed by the sweet juices that his Aunts had fed him since finding him dressed. He had to admit to himself that he must expect to be dressed in soft lingerie and feminine costumes. He was so perverted that they were right to be so cross and to plan to send him to the girls' school in a schoolgirl uniform."He really is such an effeminate sissy, Barbara," smirked Miss Williams, the Principal of the girls' school, enjoying every tear that rolled down his gag covered face and still shaking with laughter at his weakness. "Mrs Mitcham, you must be amazed at how girlish the boy is. And what about you, Pauline? Did you ever imagine that this boy would want to be dressed in ladies' panties, corsets, stockings and bras?" Pauline was just turned eighteen and had been a senior prefect at Johnny's school. She had never seen a boy dressed like this, but now that she had seen Johnny in such helpless distress, she was highly amused. Even better was the agony of embarrassment that he was suffering and she felt such a strong desire to add to his confusion and shame. "Ha, ha, Miss Williams, I can't believe that a boy could be so effeminate and ridiculous. Just look at his eyes, drooping with the waves of pleasure he is feeling inside his silk panties. And the colour of his face, mother. Just look at how ashamed he is in front of us. Ohhh it's glorious. Ha, ha! Ha, ha, haaaaa!" All the ladies felt the delight of seeing him suffering in the face of their amusement, but Pauline's mother, Mrs Mitcham, wanted to see if they could make him even more girlish, so that they could enjoy his sexual defeat even more. "Perhaps you could choose a nice dress for him, ladies," she said as Aunt Barbara removed his petticoated nylon overall and began to unfasten his skirt. "I'd love to see his reaction to being dressed in a pretty ladies' cocktail dress, with silk or satin lingerie." "We are lucky enough to have several dresses that will add a feminising influence to his feelings," smiled Aunt Myrna. "A disgusting pansy-boy like this one will respond well to the ultra feminine styles of the Fifties, with narrow waisted tailoring and wide belts, large button features and extravagant feminine details like deep collars, huge skirts and satin lining." Pauline was beside herself at the idea and leapt out of her chair, clapping her hands with delight as she watched Johnny being deprived of his blouse and petticoat slip. Aunt Barbara threaded two silk petticoats over his head with Pauline's help and fastened them round his waist, followed by a widely frilled petticoat of paper taffeta and another silk petticoat giving him a wide bed of petticoats over which to spread the dress that Myrna had chosen for him. "Ohhh, mother, look! Just look at his dress!" squealed Pauline as Aunt Myrna and Aunt Barbara slid a dress of Turquoise silk from its hanger and opened its skirts ready to slip it over their naughty nephew's head. "Oh look at the pansy," beamed her mother as his gagged face re-appeared from the dress, surrounded with a circle of cream silk. "The silk of the dress is surrounding him with femininity. It's making him weak and helpless." What Mrs Mitcham had noticed was the surge of feminine feeling that had swept through the boy as his aunts held him between them in order to slip his arms into the silk sleeves. Aunt Barbara had to support him at the waist, leaning the fainting boy into her ample bosom as Aunt Myrna fastened the large dress buttons to the hem and closed his bodice up to the cream silk collar. As his aunts held him and prettied his dress around him, Johnny's face drooped with floods of pleasure into the sides of his lovely dress collar, his hands sliding forward and back beneath the circle of cream silk and his fingers caressing the curved edges with delight. The effects of his hormone drinks were overwhelming him and he was surrendering to the feminine delights of silk and satin. .....
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