Thinking of Bea lately so thought I'd better post something.
This is an old story and I've posted it elsewhere, so some readers may have seen it before.
I haven't re-read it so there may be some typos, grammatical errors etc- so apologies in advance.
Take care
Carrie
Asset Management
By
Carrie P
“This is so hideous, truly dreadful.
And it’s only getting worse. What on earth am I going to do?” he said, the agitation and emotion
clearly evident on his face as he stood in front of the full length mirror.
“I do wish you would not upset yourself, Phillip.”
Lucinda said gently. “You are beginning to sound like a hysterical schoolgirl.”
“Of course I’m upset.” he squealed and
suddenly realised and not for the first time recently the pitch of his voice
had become a tad higher than he would have liked.
Although it was probably the least of his
problems it was however another new and unwelcome characteristic he had struggled
to control and only served to emphasise the gradual yet pronounced erosion of his
once rational and well balanced
personality.
Frustration quickly changed to despair and
his bottom lip began to quiver.
Lucinda smiled patiently and knew it would
not be long before the weeping would begin.
“But… it’s so…”he began to blubber unable
to finish the sentence.
His fiancée moved closer and consoled him.
“Unfair.” she suggested softly “Yes I know,
darling. Now why don’t you have a good cry, you know it will make you feel so
much better.”
“Y… yes...”he agreed, trying manfully to
resist the inevitable but failed a usual as the first big fat tear rolled down
his cheek “So unfair.”
“Of course it is.” Lucinda sympathised handing
him a dainty lace handkerchief as the single tear quickly became a steady
rivulet down his cheeks. “But Mother is so fond of you and she did warn
you of the dangers.”
As he dabbed the tears a puzzled look came
over his face, he wasn’t quite sure this was how he remembered events.
“Yes…but…she didn’t…”he tried to challenge
her account but was immediately interrupted.
“Now Phillip, you cannot hold Mummy
responsible.” Lucinda said softly yet with a tinge of sternness he had come to
be wary of. “You really must be accountable for your own decisions. Now I do
hope you are not tyring to say Mummy misled or attempted to deceive you?”
“Well… no… it’s just…”he stumbled but
Lucinda quickly interrupted him.
“Mummy is extremely experienced in these
matters and was most insistent that you should not exceed the dosage.” she
declared her voice now evolving into a more strident, almost threatening tone
“After all you were the one who approached her to try to improve your physique.
”
He was forced to concede there was a grain
of truth in this but only to the extent that her mother was constantly alluding,
and in a most uncomplimentary manner, to his lack of a classic manly build or
at least her idea of it. To quell her criticism he eventually agreed to take
part in the various exercise programs including of yoga and Pilates at the
exclusive health spa she and her friends attended. To his surprise he found it
enjoyable and also had to admit her
friends were most friendly and very supportive and treated him like… well… like
one of the “girls” as many middle aged matrons tend to refer to themselves. He
also had to acknowledge that the massages, aromatherapies, facials, pedicures to
mention only a few of the treatments he had with the girls were incredibly
relaxing and had a wonderfully calming effect on him. So when his new friends
and his future mother-in-law eagerly suggested he avail of a new organic
supplement that was proven to improve one’s physical appearance as well as
one’s skin and hair he felt it would be rude to the girls to refuse.
Now looking down at the two heavy large
fleshy mounds with their exquisite areolas protruding from his chest, he could
not stop himself from crying. His decision to follow their advice was something
he now bitterly regretted.
Since these two perfectly formed female
breasts had first appeared as small pert orbs over the last several days he had
made his anxieties known to both Lucinda and her mother but to no avail. They banished
his concerns as neurotic and overwrought and refused to allow him to seek
medical advice on the grounds that this was surely just a temporary physical
reaction and they were extremely confident the offending glands would soon
reduce in size before disappearing altogether. But to his horror and
consternation they had grown to alarming proportions, well at least for a male.
Up to this point he was able to disguise these unwelcome protrusions by binding
them with wide bandages and wearing loose fitting shirts but their further enlargement
overnight had now made those measures quite pointless. And if that wasn’t bad enough the arrival of
these ghastly mummeries was also accompanied by a small but slightly noticeable
weight gain almost entirely centred on his derrière which had now taken on quite a plump aspect. As these dreadful
events unfolded he fully expected his future mother-in-law to become even more
disparaging about the unwanted and unnatural development that was taking place
to his body. However it was quite the opposite, she became extremely
sympathetic and very supportive and in a sense almost protective.
Lucinda interrupted his train of thought as
she took his hands in hers.
“Surely you must know Mummy only has your
best interests at heart.”
Of course he could not deny her mother’s attitude
towards him had softened since he had joined her and the girls at the spa and
although she was undoubtedly a little overbearing and bossy insisting on
adherence to various petty house rules which irked and sometimes embarrassed
him. However to be fair and to her credit her generosity was not in doubt as evinced by
the gold Rolex he wore even if he considered this particular neat watch looked
more like a ladies model rather than a man’s.
As Lucinda gazed at him with a look of calm
assurance, a slight doubt entered his mind and he began to question his
recollection of events.
Maybe
it wasn’t completely her fault he silently
reappraised his situation. Maybe…maybe…I…
He knew from experience the look on
Lucinda’s face would only soften with agreement.
“Yes… yes of course.” he eventually
replied, his memory of the episode less certain now.
“Now let’s not argue.” Lucinda said as if
reading his mind “It’s not the end of the world. Neither Mummy nor I think you
are any less a man because of it.”
Her smile reassured him and as she opened
her arms he stepped forward into her embrace.
The sensation of his heavy breasts pressing
against Lucinda’s slightly smaller bosom was extremely pleasant and suddenly
and to his embarrassment his nipples began to protrude. It did not go unnoticed by his fiancée.
“Phillip!” Lucinda gasped “You’re becoming…
excited.”
“I…ah…I don’t…”he mumbled ashamed by this
display of feminine arousal.
“Ahem!” Lucinda’s mother announced her
arrival with a gentle knock at the open door and stepping inside her eyes were
drawn to the offending nipples, she quietly closed the door behind her. “Oh
dear I was afraid of this Lucinda.”
Phillip, blushing bright red automatically
raised his hands to cover the large glands before quickly moving to pick up the
satin dressing gown lying on the bed
“I think yours are slightly too small darling, I suppose we really should have done this sooner. We had better go
to my bedroom.” she said to Lucinda as Phillip slipping into the robe quickly made himself
decent.
She took Phillip’s hand and led him to the
door followed by Lucinda.
“Come along Phillip.”
He was in the corridor and just reaching
her bedroom door when he finally found his voice.
“I…I… don’t understand?” he blurted.
“Yes I know dear.” she said ignoring his
question as she opened the door and in a voice that was more of a command than
a request she added “Now sit at my dressing table, like a good boy.”
“Please Mrs…”he began but immediately
became aware of a vexed look descending over her handsome face.
It was an explicit and unmistakable
reminder of one of her more humiliating rules and now with such embarrassment
attached to him physically and emotionally he was in no position to enter into
an argument.
“Yes… Mummy.” he abandoned any thought of
protest.
“Please don’t have me to remind you again Phillip.”
she said “Or else I’m afraid you will have another appointment with my
hairbrush.”
At the mention of this shameful memory he
could only drop his eyes to the floor in utter shame.
“He is such a pet but you are far too
lenient with him darling.” mother addressed daughter ignoring the utterly
embarrassed figure who was now dutifully seated at her dressing table. “You
need to be far stricter. Spare the rod…and all that.”
Phillip tried to avoid looking at himself
and his protrusions as he watched the two women in the mirror busying
themselves at one of the large mahogany tallboys. Eventually they turned around
and not wishing to risk irritating his future mother-in-law’s once more he
quickly averted his eyes.
“Yes I suppose you are right Mummy.”
Lucinda said “We should have done this earlier.”
“Remove your robe Phillip” her mother said.
“But…” he gasped pulling together the
quilted satin lapels of the feminine robe he wore I have nothing on
underneath.”
“Yes we know, dear.” she answered as if
speaking to a child “I have already seen your… assets several times this week
alone. And I really don’t think what you have below your waist will frighten
me. ”
“Now come along darling. It’s not as if
Mummy hasn’t seen you au natural, and she does bathe you when I can’t.”
Lucinda said softly as she gently prised his hands away from the material “Surely
you must realise we are only trying to help you.”
The mention of this, yet another in an
increasing catalogue of shameful episodes was enough to ensure his compliance
and he did not resist as Lucinda opened the satin robe to expose his plump and well
rounded breasts.
“Extend your arms Phillip.” Mummy
instructed in a brusque voice that threatened consequences in the event of a
refusal.
“Aaah…. but …that’s…”he again struggled to
find the words and again failed miserably not quite believing what was
happening as the satin and lace cups covered his breasts. Lucinda’s hands
gently settled them snugly into place and smoothed the delicate lace of the
upper part of the cups before fussing over the tiny pink bow between the cups
until she was satisfied it was perfectly straight.
Once more an attempt was made to mouth an
objection but again he was unable to do so and could only watch in horror as
the women continued their nefarious task.
He
felt the wide shoulder straps press into his skin and tighten as her mother
quickly drew the two sides of the garment together and with expert dexterity
secured the six hooks into their corresponding eyes.
In less than thirty seconds he had been safely
locked into his first brassiere.
If the women were aware of his distress
they did not show it and continued their conversation.
“Yes you were correct Mummy, my brassieres
would have been a size, possibly two too small.”Lucinda said standing back to
admire their handiwork
“Yes darling I knew it the minute I saw
them.” her mother answered and as an afterthought turned briefly to him “Is
that more comfortable Phillip?”
She didn’t wait for his answer,
“Yes dear I’m sure it is, Mummy knows
best.”
This was merely the latest in a list of
humiliations he had endured recently and had learnt the hard way not to
complain or voice objections as such reactions were not received well by his
future mother-in-law. Now as on all previous occasions he once again he submitted to her authority
and as usual remained silent however as much as he hated to admit it, she was
right. The support from the uniquely feminine garment relieved the small but burdensome pull on his chest.
“I would have preferred one of your delightful
pink ones Mummy, the lace on them is so pretty.” Lucinda said as she adjusted
the shoulder straps while her mother once more tugged the cups gently before
gently lifting his breasts to check they were correctly positioned. He found
this unnecessary fondling of his unwanted breasts extremely humiliating but
then again it was just another one in an ever growing list.
He tried to voice an objection but yet
again his courage deserted him.
“Yes I know darling.” her mother said
speaking over his head “It is such a pretty colour but I expect Phillip would
prefer a manly colour so I thought black would be best for his first one.”
“Ahh… ahh…”a strangled gurgling sound
finally made its way from his mouth but if the women heard they took no notice.
“Has
he put on a little weight, darling?” her mother asked. “His tush does seem
quite plump.”
Lucinda giggled before answering.
“Yes he’s had trouble getting into his
trousers in the last few days, I had to give him one of my palazzo pants
yesterday.”
“Well we both know the solution to that
particular problem.” her mother said and both women laughed as they returned to
the tallboy.
Their conversation barely registered with
him as he sat mesmerised by the reflection in the mirror, his brain having difficulty
processing what his eyes were seeing. He raised his hand to touch the garment
in order to establish that this was not an illusion but suddenly felt afraid to
touch it. So enthralled by image in the mirror he was completely oblivious to
the return of the women. It was only when Lucinda told him to stand did he
become aware of a restriction around his legs.
The paralysis that had gripped his vocal
cords had gradually extended to his brain and the rest of his body. He looked
down in horror to see a large satin and elastic garment had enveloped his
calves. With his fiancée at his front and his future mother-in-law behind him and
working in tandem they tugged and strained the pale pink long-legged girdle up
over his waist. As they did so Lucinda deftly moved his manhood or what now
passed for it between his legs ensuring there was no unsightly male bulge. With
the same nimbleness the eight hooks and eyes at the side of this formidable
garment were fastened with masterful haste before his future mother-in-law
finally drew the zipper up its full twelve inches. She ran the palm of her hand
over the girdle’s satin panelled rear before giving his right cheek a playful
slap.
“Those garters look terrible just dangling
loosely.” Lucinda’s mother said, “Spoils the whole line and will make it very
uncomfortable for him when sitting.”
“Sit.” she instructed however his limbs
were unable to respond and both women had to gently push him back down onto the
seat.
Still in a daze he was barely able to
comprehend what was happening let alone lift a finger to stop them and watched
helplessly as both women expertly rolled dark silk stockings up his legs and
secure them to the girdle’s eight dangling garters.
As he was stood up again, the women fussed
at his stockings to ensure his seams were straight he suddenly began to
experience the intense constriction his torso, thighs and buttocks. The weight
he had felt hanging from his chest was now lighter, more evenly distributed although
the sensation of tight elastic from his shoulders to his back to his chest was
becoming very evident.
The fog slowly began to clear from his
brain and he felt shoes being slipped onto his feet.
“Much better.” Lucinda said “Don’t you
think so darling?”
He still had not found his voice.
“Come look at yourself in the full length
mirror.” her mother added as she led him across the room.
“A…aaah…” a feeble whimper was all he could
manage as a shapely feminine figure stared back at him.
His breasts now stood out proudly supported
as they were by the well structured satin, elastic and lace brassiere, his
torso restricted and compressed by the high-waisted girdle now took on an
unmistakeably feminine shape.
“Such a wonderful figure.” Lucinda said
admiringly “I must say I do feel jealous Phillip.”
“A good figure is merely the result of the
correct corsetry Lucinda.” her mother replied as she tugged gently at the
girdle’s garters ensuring his stockings were safely secured before turning her
attention to the brassiere’s straps adjusting them slightly until she was
satisfied the garment was positioned properly. “This is why I’ve always urged
you to wear proper foundation wear darling.”
“You’ll never get me into one of those,
Mummy.” Lucinda laughed gesturing to the formidable garment that encased her
fiancée.
“More comfortable Phillip?” she asked soothingly
as she patted his cheek tenderly but his face, a mixture of alarm and shock,
was far too troubled by the image reflected back at him and her question did
not register.
A knock on the door interrupted their
conversation, a maid entered and bobbed a curtsy before addressing Lucinda’s
mother.
“Excuse me Madam, the…”she begun but
stopped mid sentence, her eyes drawn to the girdled figure in front of the
mirror.
“Yes Ellen.”Lucinda’s mother snapped
impatiently at the distracted maid “What is it?”
“The ladies…”the maid continued her eyes
darting between her mistress and Phillip who was still staring into the mirror
and appeared completely unaware of her presence. “The ladies arrived earlier
and are anxious to see you.”
“Oh dear! With poor Phillip’s unfortunate
situation I had forgotten completely about the girls arriving today.” she said.
“We had something planned.”
“The ladies are becoming… a little…
restless Madam.” Ellen said diplomatically her gaze turning back to Phillip.
Suddenly the low sound of chattering voices
from the direction of the stairs filled the room.
“The girls will be here in a minute.” she
said.
The words lit up in his brain like a neon
sign.
The
girls he repeated and suddenly as if a switch had
been thrown he emerged from his trance like state and instantly became aware of
his tightly restricted body gasping in horror at the reflection in the mirror.
“We can’t allow them to see Phillip in his
new foundations.” Lucinda said “and his clothes are not in this room.”
“Oh the girls won’t mind.” her mother said
calmly much to his consternation “But I see what you mean.
“Perhaps one of your slips Madam.” Ellen
suggested.
“An excellent idea, Ellen.” Lucinda’s
mother said. “It will make him feel less embarrassed.”
As the cackle of female voices grew louder
Ellen returned with a red satin slip edged with black lace.
“Please raise your arms Miss Phillipa”
Ellen said as Lucinda and her mother looked at each other with quizzical looks
on their faces which quickly turned into broad smiles
The maid became embarrassed and blurted an
apology.
“Oh I’m sorry Madam, it’s just that…”
“Quite understandable Ellen.” Lucinda’s
mother replied “We are all a bit confused. Phillipa, yes I like that, I have an
aunt Phillipa a most elegant lady.””
Lucinda laughed lightly and taking Phillip’s
arm looked at him with a reassuring smile.
“I’m sure Miss Phillipa doesn’t mind. Do
you darling.”
Of course he was highly insulted but
considering his vulnerable position now was not the time to admonish the girl.
“No of course not.” he lied and smiled
weakly.
“That’s a good girl… Philippa” Lucinda said
breezily and much to his irritation but he restrained his impulse to chide her.
“Phillip darling, unless you wish the girls
to see you in your girdle and brassiere,” Lucinda’s mother said “I strongly
suggest you allow Ellen to proceed.”
The voices were now just outside the door,
his brain was in turmoil and could feel the panic rising inside.
“It really would be more dignified if you
wore a slip but it’s up to you.” Lucinda said.
A quick glance in the mirror was enough to
confirm his fiancée’s opinion and his arms shot up. The maid slid the shoulder
straps over his raised arms and gently drew the satin material over his bosom
and down his smooth girdled body. She quickly settled the lace hem just over
his knees and arranged the slip’s cups over his brassiere just as the door
opened.
“Julia, darling.” The first through the
door gushed in a plumy tone acknowledging Lucinda’s mother as the room suddenly
filled up with the unique burbling cacophony of several female voices, all
competing for each other’s attention.
As luck would have it Lucinda and her
mother had moved to the other side of the room and the unwelcome interlopers
were so deeply involved in exchanging kisses with Lucinda and her mother as
well as continuing their separate and mutual conversations they appeared not to
notice him. Observing his obvious discomfort Ellen moved in front of him and he
gratefully accepted her shelter.
“Thank you Ellen.” he whispered.
“Don’t worry Miss Phillipa.” she replied in
a barely audible voice, repeating her earlier insult but he was so frightened
the offence barely registered. “The ladies rarely look in a servant’s direction
unless they require something. In a moment or two you may be able to sneak
out.”
By this stage the women were gathered in a
group around Lucinda and her mother and from his semi concealed position he
could clearly hear every word.
“Where is that darling fiancée of yours
Lucinda?” a woman in a lilac pants suit gushed and this elicited further
excitement from the party.
“We looked everywhere, the Blue drawing,
the library, …” another lady added.
“The south terrace and the gardens…”a woman
in a pink outfit contributed to the list of locations searched.
“We even tried the pool…” yet another
interjected.
“Don’t forget the sauna and steam room.” a
lady dressed in black said which brought loud and unseemly raucous laughter
from all concerned and to Phillip’s surprise including Lucinda.
Whatever
will the girls think if they see me
like this? the thought screamed like a jet engine inside
his head completely unaware just how effeminate the sentence sounded. He
desperately wanted to run but fear had immobilised him and he stood mannequin
like behind Ellen. They are so used to seeing
me in a manly way at the spa, after
all I yelped only that one time when we all had our legs waxed at the spa, and
last week when some of us had our eyebrows plucked, Wendy and Margaret howled
whereas I barely flinched.
“Anyway darling.” The women in the lilac
pants suits said to Lucinda “We decided to surprise you and take you and your
mother for some lunch and a little shopping after all you do have a wedding in
the next few months. We were hoping Phillip would accompany us, to give a male
perspective.”
There was a chorus of agreement from the
group and to Philip’s horror one of them suddenly became aware of the two
figures edging towards the door.
“Julia. Who is that?” another of the group said in a surprised voice as her
eye caught Emma and Phillip who, startled by their exposure, had come to an
abrupt stop.
Everyone turned in the direction of the two
figures now mere inches from making their escape.
“Move away girl.” one of the matrons said
in a sharp voice and as Emma slowly inched away the young man was revealed to
the full gaze of the women.
The chattering stopped quite suddenly and a
strange silence engulfed the room as every pair of eyes descended on him, their
faces arranged into quizzical looks as they surveyed the figure clad only in
lingerie. As the women slowly advanced his brain was telling him to flee but
his legs rooted firmly to the floor were unable to comply.
“Is….that Phillip?” the nearest woman to
him asked hesitantly.
“Surely not.” her friend doubted as she too
moved a little closer.
A low whimper left his mouth as the group
were now upon him.
“Oh…my.” another said “I believe it is.”
An excited babbling rose up from their
ranks as his identity was confirmed beyond doubt.
“Are those real?” one of them asked as she
reached out and felt his right breast causing him to recoil from her touch.
“Yes ladies quite real.” Lucinda’s mother
replied.
“He looks so…”another said and still amazed
at his appearance did not finish the sentence.
“So wonderfully feminine.” her friend
completed it for her.
“Julia…what…how…?” all the voices jabbering
at once seemed to merge into one.
Phillip who by now had begun sobbing was
being consoled by the women as Lucinda’s mother recounted the unfortunate
events that led to his present predicament. He scarcely heard a word as the
women took turns in embracing him each holding him tightly to their ample
bosoms. Although greatly reassured by their concern and kind ministrations he
was nonetheless slightly unnerved by their hands lifting his slip and examining
his beasts and tightly constricted buttocks. Naturally the ladies took more
than a passing interest in that special region between his legs and Lucinda, of
all people, proud of the method of concealment she had used drew their
attention to how smooth the area was. Heaping humiliation upon humiliation, more
than one hand availed of her mother’s invitation to inspect the zone. Some
remarks about the absence of any visible sign of his manhood did cause more
tears but once again he was comforted and assured that despite the appearance
of a generous bosom and a noticeable lack of a masculine appendage the girls
still considered him quite manly.
As he composed himself he saw Lucinda glancing
at the clock and became a little agitated.
“Ladies I am so sorry I did not realise the
time.” she said as she kissed her mother “I have a hairdresser appointment at
Sassoon’s in an hour and I can’t cancel again, I’m sure you understand.”
They all nodded supportively as she moved
to Phillip kissed him on the lips.
“Now promise me, you will be a good boy for
the girls Phillip.” she smiled, her right hand discretely falling to his left
breast and gently squeezing it she bent forward and whispered in his ear “The
three of us can snuggle up on the sofa tonight and you can tell me all about it.”
“I…but…it’s…”he tried to raise an objection
but she had already moved to the door, his attempt to follow her was
immediately cut off as the women moved between them.
“That’s such a shame Lucinda.” the lady in
the lilac pants suit sighed taking a firm hold of Philip’s hand “We were hoping
to visit various bridal boutiques to view some gowns and perhaps even persuade
you to try on some.”
“Yes that is a shame.” Lucinda said
smiling yet without much conviction. “But I’m sure you’ll think of something.
Now I really must fly. Do take good care of him ladies.” Lucinda said as she
opened the door.
“Oh we always do.” her mother said to a
chorus of excited agreement from the ladies. “Isn’t that right girls?”
As the door closed and the ladies turned to
look at him he instinctively knew his constricting girdle wasn’t the only
reason for the tightness in his stomach.
