Doctor Starch Demonstrates Kevin's Weakness    by Prim

Zandra Hawkins arrived at the Sissification Hospital for her appointment to monitor the progress her stepson had made. In her head, he would be a fully transgendered little girl in another week's time: expecting and even WANTING to be dressed in lingerie, petticoats and dresses every day of his life from now on. "Come with me, Ms Hawkins," said Doctor Miriam Starch, "and we'll see how he likes the condition he is in now." She led the way into a private case-room and stood before a pink door in the wall. As she opened it, the visitor was greeted with a cubicle packed with frilly dresses, all of them in the style of girls' party dresses. There were sounds of bleating and little cries of "Dresses, I want dresses," from the interior. She reached her hands between pink and lemon dresses, and pulled into sight the occupant of the closet. It was Kevin Milkright, the son of her pathetic husband Giles, who was at that moment at home doing her ironing in his pink satin maiding uniform. "You've got a visitor, Kevin dear," announced the Doctor as she pulled him right out so that he staggered to keep his feet on his high heels, then stood in an attitude of shameful embarrassment in front of Zandra. How he hated her seeing him in a dress, and yet, from the day she crossed the threshold, she had allowed him to wear nothing else. "I see you have chosen a nice dress to put him in for my visit," she said, smiling with satisfaction. It was in pale pink silk chiffon, dripping with ribbon bows and with generous petticoats filling it out into a display of girlish sweetness. "Oh no," said the Doctor: "Kevin chose his dress himself, didn't you, pet? You like to wear dresses that are very pretty, don't you?" Zandra's eyebrows lifted, and her grin widened as the depth of colour darkened her stepson's cheeks. "Y-Y-Yes, D-Doctor. I like to wear nice d-d-dresses," and his knees slid across each other in a quiver of girlish feelings. "Tell your stepmother about the dress you wanted to wear after your morning dress-wanking." His jaw dropped onto his deep white dress collar and he rocked from side to side on the toe of one shoe. "It was - so lovely." He held his cheeks in his hands at having to confess his shame. "It was a pale blue dress with a lovely white bodice in shirred lace, and it had five petticoats." Then he added, hanging his head even lower: "It was such a pretty girls' dress. I felt so lovely wearing it." Zandra laughed and clapped her hands together at her cheek. "That's gorgeous, Kevin. You may wear lovely dresses just like that when you come home again when Doctor Starch has finished with you. You'll be wearing them as I show you off to my friends at home, and to your fellow students at college. I think you are very nearly a real girl for me."

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