An Hour in the Life- Very short story with image

 

I hadn’t realized it was so long since I’d posted anything here.

Below is an old story which some readers may have seen before, it’s very short but I subsequently wrote either a  prequel or sequel - I just can’t remember and also can’t locate it right now. When I do I’ll post it.

Hopefully those blog readers who have not read this may enjoy it.

Carrie

 

An Hour In The Life (Of A Sissy)

By

CarrieP

 

A

s he sat at his dressing table gazing into the mirror William tried to make sense of how everything in his world had been turned upside down and inside out. It had only been a week since he walked into Martha, his fiancée’s family home. A confident, charming and impeccably groomed young man sure of himself and his place in the world, he remembered dismissing Martha’s advice regarding her overbearing mother.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head my dear.” he recalled saying to her as if she was a child  “I have never met a woman I could not handle, I really cannot foresee any problems with your mother I’m quite certain I will have her eating out of my hand in no time.”

That conversation seemed like a lifetime ago now.

The reflection in the mirror now bore no resemblance to that self-possessed young man. Staring back at him was a flawlessly made-up pretty face, a hint of blush accentuating the high cheekbones, a dusky eye shadow and mascara  emphasising large brown eyes, his already full lips enhanced by the application of a deep rose pink lipstick, hair brushed into a distinctly feminine style.

It took all his masculine will power to hold back the tears. Ruining his make-up with the salty tears of humiliation would result in a severe scolding followed by an equally severe spanking by Mummy- as he now had to address his future mother-in-law.

Crying was only permissible after he had his make-up removed and that would not be until later when Louise, his maid, would undress him and put him to bed for his afternoon nap.

His hand drifted to his shoulder where he was about to fidget with the wide strap of his tight and oppressive long-line brassiere and just as his fingers reached the heavy material he caught a glimpse in the mirror of Louise returning from the large walk-in closet. The hand dropped immediately. Interfering or indeed touching his bra, girdle or stockings without permission was considered a serious breach of Mummy’s rules regarding ladylike behaviour, particularly in front of the servants. And Louise would only love to witness another spanking so she could relay his utter humiliation to the rest of the all female domestic staff who were enjoying every minute of his shame at being transformed into a simpering and submissive sissy.

“I hope you were not playing with your brassiere straps Miss William.” she said mockingly.

“Oh no, Louise.” he answered meekly.

The words ‘Miss William’ bit into him harder than the straps of his tight and oppressive brassiere but he dare not show it.

“That’s a good girl.” she said in her usual patronising tone “You know you are supposed to ask permission and I’m sure you don’t want another demerit on your behaviour chart. You already have two from yesterday. The mistress would be so disappointed.”

Another demerit and he would find himself summoned to Mummy’s bedroom and after being lectured about his lack of decorum he would have to drape himself over her knee and suffer the consequences of his poor behaviour.

“Yes Louise.” he replied shivering at the prospect.

“Now would you like me to adjust your straps?” she asked looking at him in the mirror.

Even though it had been less than a week since he entered the house William had learnt very quickly that having a good relationship with your personal maid was very important if he was to avoid accumulating demerits.

“Oh yes please Louise.” he responded gratefully, he still had not got used to wearing a brassiere and he felt the shoulder straps and the back band were pinching his skin. “I’d be very grateful, it’s very tight.”

“Oh it’s not tight at all Miss William. Girls have to put up with these little discomforts  every day. But I’m sure you will soon become accustomed to it. ” Louise said a little disdainfully but he could see that she was happy that he had asked her permission which gave him cause for relief, she continued

  “It’s just your breast forms are slightly out of place and you’re not used to the rigours of ladies foundation garments. As you know these are the mistress’s so they may not fit perfectly. When you have proper breasts and are fitted by the mistress’s corsetiere you will be grateful for such wonderful support. Now stand up I want to check the seams on your stocking are straight and properly fixed to your girdle.”

William had multiple humiliations to endure but wearing his future mother-in-law’s brassiere and girdle was by far the worst. They were a constant reminder of his subjugation.

“Ah… did you say…proper…”he began but Louise was already concentrating deeply on checking his stockings.

“Yes all secured properly.” she said as she retrieved a six layered bouffant petticoat with gold trim on the hem.

The sight of the huge garment distracted him from his enquiries.

“Oh please Louise do I have to wear that.” he pleaded as she fluffed out the voluminous material.

“Miss William!” Louise snapped “Madam said you have to look your prettiest today as you are meeting her sisters. Now please behave and do as you are told otherwise I will be forced to issue you with a demerit?”

“Oh no please Louise.” he pleaded “Not that. It’s just that… it’s so…”he mumbled.

“Feminine.”Louise said helpfully and laughed “Yes of course it is. What did you expect? Madam wants to show her sisters what a wonderfully pretty young man her new son-in law is.”

William bit his lip, the shame of his situation coursing through his body.

“Now are you going to be a good girl or do I have to issue your demerit?” she said impatiently.

He nodded silently.

“Say it.” Louise snapped.

“I’ll be a good girl.” he sobbed.

“Remember now, no tears. You know how it ruins your make-up” Louise warned him gently, arranging the bulky petticoats carefully as she spread them out on the floor she then took his hands in hers.“It will only get you into more trouble. Now be a good girl and step into your petticoats and if there are no more tantrums I promise I won’t say anything to the mistress. You have made so much progress both she and Miss Martha are so proud of you. She would be so disappointed if she thought you were reverting to one of those ungrateful and belligerent males who fail to recognise the generosity and kindness of their future mother-in-law.  ”

She smiled at him encouragingly.

“You’re not one of those, are you?”she enquired as if talking to a five years old.

“No.” he replied and briefly thought of saying something, anything, if only to prove to himself that he still retained a modicum of self-respect but knew that even the merest hint of disagreement would be considered an act of rebellion. He had also learnt enough to know how it would be viewed by his future mother-in-law.

Perhaps I may be able to persuade Mummy when we’re alone to allow me to have my own clothes back he foolishly thought to himself Best let sleeping dogs lie. Now what did she say about proper breasts.

“That’s a good girl.” Louise said “Now step into your petticoats.”

Once more he became befuddled as Louise bent down in front of him and he grimaced as Louise pulled the bulky garment up his legs and buttoned it into place. She stood back and admired her handiwork before returning to the bed to retrieve his dress and as she inspected the dress she called out to him.

“Fluff it out so you will get the full effect.”

Afraid to disobey and risk the dreaded third demerit he did as he was told, which appeared to please Louise greatly. It only took a few moments for Louise to place the dress over his head and zip him into it. She fussed around him fluffing out the extensive material of the petticoats and the multi layered silk and chiffon dress before leading him to the mirror.

“Yes very pretty.” she said “Madam will be so pleased. Now let me see you twirl.”

Again a voice in his head said ‘no’ but the thought of being draped over Mummy’s knee immediately overruled such a rash response.

“Don’t you just love that swishing sound? And they way your dress stands out?” Louise sighed. “It’s just so  wonderfully feminine. The ladies will dote on you I’m sure.”

William gave a weak smile and nodded.

“Now come along.” she said moving towards the door “Time to go.”

The silence in the long corridor leading to the stairs was punctured only by the rustling sound of his petticoats and as they arrived at the top of the stairs Louise held out her hand.

“Take my hand Miss. You’re not that used to heels.” she whispered “Now just like Madam taught you, one foot gracefully in front of the other.”

As they reached the bottom William could hear the distinct sound of high pitched female voices and his heart began racing. Louise led him to the door of the drawing room and began fussing again, removing a stray piece of thread, adjusting the dress and petticoats to her satisfaction, smoothing his hair.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as she bustled around him like a mother hen, the chatter from the room seemed to grow louder.

He looked towards the front door about ten metres away.

“I don’t think you would get very far in those heels.” Louise said casually as her eyes met his “And besides the other servants would catch you before you reached the gate.”

His eyes fell to the floor.

“Now just be a good, well behaved sissy and don’t forget to curtsy when you are introduced to Madam’s sisters.”

Louise opened the door and he heard the noise slowly abate until there was silence and Louise announced.

“Miss William, Madam.”