By sissy sally
Chapter 1
The girls did not show up right away for the Inspection. George managed to neatly put away the whole pile of clothes he had on his bed. When he even had time to sweep the floor and clean the sink he gained a little hope that it may have been an empty threat and they would not take their new responsibilities all that seriously.
It was quite late and he was thinking about going to bed when they came after all. He could hear them rummaging and giggling outside, then Vivian and Kimberly suddenly entered without knocking. They both had changed into blouses, pencil skirts and high heels. Their hair wrapped into buns and they carried clipboards.
Looking down at George who was sitting on his bed, Kimberly said: “Not getting up when we enter the room! That will be three demerits”
George jumped off the bed. Due to his flat shoes and their heels the girls were taller than him. “I’m sorry” he replied.
“I’m sorry who? Three more demerits for not addressing us properly” Vivian exclaimed
“I’m sorry Kimberly. I’m sorry Vivian.”
“Let's make that six more! Because there is two of us!” Vivian announced
“Nine! Three more for Mom!” Kimberly added.
Vivian giggled and wrote it all down on her clipboard.
George was shocked, he had not suspected them to be that vengeful, when suddenly the girls began to giggle.
“Sorry Georgie, we couldn’t help it. We had to tease you a little bit.”
“But it is no laughing matter. Mom is very upset and we need to take this seriously. YOU need to take this seriously and we are going to help.”
“We even have some furniture for your new room”
They brought in a children's chair and table. “Isn’t it nice that we share our old stuff with you? Just like Mom. Go have a seat Georgie.”
George sat down on the little chair in an awkward position with his knees raised, exposing the pantyhose and flats.
“We are not going to give you any demerits tonight, but we will in the future if we catch you breaking any rules.”
“You know we have to or Mom would catch on quick, but don’t worry, if you follow all these rules we worked out you should be fine.”
They moved the little table in front of him and placed a clipboard on it.
“You want to take notes and make sure to memorise everything”
Vivian and Kimberly towered over George, explaining how they wanted to help him getting back on Diann’s good side.
They thought It was best for him that Diann would not see him sitting in the house. He was to remain on his feet all day and busy with chores unless he took his meals with them.
Inside his room he was only allowed to sit in his chair.
He was not allowed to lock his room no matter if he was in it or not. If anyone entered he had to stand up.
Going back to the room during the day was only allowed with permission.
If he found himself without something to do, he had to report to any of the girls so they could “help” him remain busy with additional chores.
Diann usually got up at 6:00AM in the morning on workdays. The Girls decided that every day, including weekends, by 5:50AM George would have to be showered and dressed, his bed made, the room tidy, prepared and finished his own breakfast, brewed coffee and prepared the breakfast table.
Also any dirty shoes left at the entrance door after his curfew had to be cleaned and polished by then.
They suggested he set his alarm for not later than 5:00AM
The Girls would give him time to cater to their mother and come in a bit later, before Diann left the house.
They would of course expect their own breakfast by then and once it was served, George could go make their beds to earn his merit.
His day would be filled with chores until dinner. Cleaning the rooms, bathrooms, doing the laundry, washing the cars, there was a long list of what had to be done how many times a week.
After preparing and serving dinner at 6:30PM he would do the dishes, put them away and take a last round through the house to empty all the waste baskets. After that his day was over once he had reported to each Girl and Diann and been dismissed. He could spend the rest of the evening at his leisure, preferably in his room. Activities like watching tv in the lounge could be considered lazy and therefore only allowed with permission.
To get enough sleep the girls decided he had to be in bed, lights out at 9:00PM, unless there were some late duties for him to perform.
While he was still writing down all his new rules, they dumped a pile of cotton panties and old fashioned nightgowns on his bed and proceeded to raid his drawers for underwear and pyjamas, which they put into the plastic bags the panties had been in.
“Don’t worry, Georgie. We won’t tell Mom you still tried to keep some of your clothes.” Kimberly said.
“We are only doing this to help you, Georgie” Vivian assured him, hardly containing a giggle.
“But Diann never said anything about…” George began to argue, but was interrupted
“Do you really want to go and discuss that with Mom right now, Georgie?” Vivian asked
“We only make sure you are not getting into more trouble.” Kimberly added.
George sighed. He realised they could pretty much do whatever they wanted right now holding Diann’s wrath over him.
Before they left, they made him change into one of the nightgowns and put the piece of underwear he had been wearing into a zip lock bag so they could safely take it with them.
He was now completely nude under the long pink nightgown. The puffed sleeves, cuffs, collar and front yoke all trimmed with beautiful heavily starched white lace ruffles.
The gown was a bit too long and the girls suggested to stand on his toes, so the hem would not touch the floor. They were still taller than him as they walked around him.
“Very good. I think that is all for today. What do you think Vivian?”
“He got his rules and schedules down. That is all we can do for him right now Kimberly.”
“It also is past his bedtime”
“Off to bed you go Georgie”
Before the girls left, they turned around and looked at George in bed.
Eventually he said: “Good night Kimberly. Good night Vivian.”
“Good night Georgie” They turned off the light and closed the door behind them. George could hear them giggle, as they walked down the hallway in their heels.
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From that day on George was very busy. His schedule was tightly filled with tasks and errands, and whenever he had some time to spare, one of the Girls would assign him a merit task. How Merit rules were quite arbitrary and hard to accomplish, as they mostly required him to do something every day of the week or maybe even for both of the girls to earn a single merit. For example they wanted him to cook their breakfast to order every morning. Of course each of the Twins had their own preference.
Another way to earn merits was to cater to them when they had friends over to study. Vivian preferred milk and cookies to be served, while Kimberly liked him to bring juice and hors d'oeuvre. Both agreed though that the snacks had to be made from scratch and still warm.
George particularly hated it that they always called him Georgie now, especially in front of their friends and other people.
For a while he tried to anticipate the days when they invited someone to come over and dress as ambiguous as possible, until the Girls began laying out the clothes they wanted him to wear on particular days. So he ended up serving refreshments to a group of giggling girls, wearing flared pants and frilly blouses more frequently.
It went on for a couple of weeks and George managed to keep up with all the demands. He was almost glad that his chores kept him too busy and tired to think about his situation. He enjoyed the time in the morning when he served breakfast to Diann, and she appeared to appreciate his devotion and began to be less dismissive. Despite the humiliations, he began to be proud of how well he managed the household and how clean and tidy the house was under his care. He even managed to earn a steady amount of merits.
Things began to look up. Diann even mentioned how she appreciated his efforts and how satisfied she was with the state of the house.
That was however just before she revealed that she would go on a business trip overseas for a couple of weeks.
That was bad news for George. Even though the Twins had him do whatever they wanted and anyway and he knew better than to complain. He felt that Diann’s presence still reined them in somewhat. There was no telling what could happen if they ruled over the house unrestrained.
The good news was that Diann thought the same and announced that she had asked her mother to move in for the time being.
George had got to know Myrna as quite old fashioned and strict. Which was not only a bad thing, she also had no problem with overruling anyones decisions. There was a chance that she would not want him to run around in women's clothing any more, or so he could only hope, that she did not want him to cater to the girl’s every whim either.
George had no part in sending Diann off on her business trip. The Twins had given him a tight schedule of deep cleaning every room in the house, especially the guest bedroom in preparation for the arrival of their Grandmother. Meanwhile they took it on themselves to help their mother pack and drive her to the airport.
He was not even able to say goodbye to her. The last thing Diann had said to him was “Be sure to behave while I’m gone, I don’t want to hear any complaints when I come back” and the last thing he had said to her was “Yes Ma’am”
The next day the Girls gave him his drivers license and sent him to the airport to pick up Myrna.
They had laid out some especially feminine clothes for the task. A satin blouse with a peter pan collar, subtly puffed sleeves and a row of ruffles down the front Together with a pair of wide navy pants, short enough to display the red patent leather mary jane flats he was wearing.
They even gave him a sign with Myrna’s name on it to hold while waiting for her at the arrival.
George felt incredibly embarrassed having to wear this outfit in public. He kept telling himself it could be a good thing though. He would not have to touch on the subject to Myra. The clothes would speak for themselves. He hoped to have a conversation about it with her on the way back.
If she ever arrived that was. He saw people come and go, but his mother in law was not among them.He had been early and her flight had arrived one hour ago, but Myrna was nowhere to be seen.
George grew anxious. He did not carry a cellphone. The girls had given him some money for the parking and he had some coins he could use for a phone call, but for that he had to leave his place and go find a payphone. He eventually decided not to wait any longer and make a call. First nobody picked up the phone, and when Kimberly eventually answered she told him to wait for the next flight and hung up. George was out of money and out of option. He returned to his post and waited for the next flight and the next one after that. When Myrna still didn't show up it was already late afternoon. Tired and exhausted, George decided to go back home.
When he pulled into the driveway he saw several big pieces of luggage in front of the entrance.
When he entered the house Myrna was sitting in the living room with the girls. George was too surprised to say anything.
The twins acknowledged him with “Hi Georgie. Look who is here.”
Myrna glanced at him with displeasure in her eyes and said: “See Girls, that is exactly what I was talking about. You can’t have him run around like that.”
Kimberly and Vivian answered in unison: “Yes, Grandma”
“Also, I don’t want you to call him Georgie any more.”
“Yes, Grandma”
Without explanation when and how his Mother in Law got there George was told to take her luggage to the guest room and immediately prepare dinner.
“You don’t have to unpack anything. I will do it myself.” Myrna ordered. “Set the table for three. I need to talk to the girls some more in private about the changes in the house. Be sure you had your own dinner before serving ours.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Myrna appeared to be pleased with his response
After carrying all the luggage up to her room, George prepared a pasta dish and quickly gobbled up a bowl before calling them. Once he had served them, he was told to retire to his room and get ready for bed.
“But don’t go to sleep” Myrna said. “I will talk to you later.”
George was quite happy. Things started to look up. Myrna had already addressed the two things that bothered him most. The Female clothing and that the Girls kept calling him Georgie. It was exactly going the way he had imagined it. He could not wait to have a talk with her.
For the first time he was happy to be able to wear one of the nightgowns. It was another thing he would be able to address and get rid of.
He was anxiously waiting to hear her coming down the hallway. She was a strict woman and he wanted to be on his best behaviour and on his feet when she entered. He felt that it was important to get on her good side and not do anything that could displease her.
Myrna entered his room without a greeting. She looked around the room for a second and said: “Take off that nighty and stand on the little table”
“I’m nude under it… Ma’am.”
“I expect you to be. Now do as you’re told!”
Yes, Ma’am”
Myrna took a bottle of lotion out of her purse and moistened her hands. Then to Georges surprise, she stepped closer, put down the purse next to his feet and began cupping his testicles and stroking his penis.
“Eyes straight” She said when George gasped and looked down on himself.
“I used to be the general manager of an international hotel chain and that line of work required me to travel a lot. I spent many lonely nights away from my husband.” She began, while massaging his genitals. Her gold bracelets jangled in tune.
“I was always faithful to him during that time and I was never worried that Everett would cheat on me either.”
Myrna applied some more lotion before she continued both talking and stroking. George felt his heart beating up to his neck, desperately trying not to react.
“I knew he was not man enough to find himself another woman, but there was still his masturbation. The Maid told me about the stains in his sheets and underwear.”
George was breathing heavily.
“Now your Wife is away from you George and we don’t want stains in your sheets, do we?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“I am glad you agree.”
Suddenly a sharp pain made George wince. Myrna had struck his penis with a ruler.
George clenched his teeth while the beating continued in rapid succession all over his genital area. His slowly expanding member now quickly turned red and shrivelled up.
Myrna reached into her purse again to take out a short curved steel tube with a larger ring attached on one end.
“To cure my husbands filthy addiction I had this made for him” She explained, while she slid the device over his greased penis with some effort, since the tube was so small that it still barely fit in it’s shrunken state. The ring was a ratcheted steel cuff that wrapped around the base of his genitals. Myrna pushed it close until his scrotum was stretched taut over his testicles.
“This will not only prevent masturbating, it will teach you to avoid the mere thought by rendering erections virtually impossible and any random stirring of your little thing will quickly cease due to exponentially growing discomfort. Now you are a perfectly chaste Husband. In a household with young girls around and under the circumstance that your wife will not have sex with you anyway this should be a permanent instalment I think. But that is for Diann to decide when she returns. For now I expect you to wear your modesty piece with the same sense of gratitude my husband did.”
That George was unhappy would have been an understatement. He was shocked and upset about the procedure and the device, but on the other hand he really wanted to stay on Myrna’s good side, so he decided to endure it for now. As she had said, Diann would take care of it when she came back.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am”
Myrna stepped away and took a satisfied look. Then she said “Now that we got this out of the way you may get dressed again”
“To be honest, I was not too pleased when Diann decided to marry you.” Myrna revealed while George slipped back into the nightgown.
“But when I arrived and the girls told me all about your new duties I was actually very pleased to hear that you made yourself so useful.”
“Thank you. Ma’am.”
“I want you to call me Mother.”
“Thank you Mother.”
“Good. You may have already noticed that I am not happy with some of the girl’s decisions here. I thought the prank they played on you by sending you to the airport while I was already in a taxi on my way here was unnecessary and a waste of valuable time that you could have spent much more productive. Also I believe this whole demerit scheme is something we can do without.”
George was happy to hear that Myrna didn’t approve of the twins mischief and their arbitrary demerits.
“Go to bed now. Tomorrow morning I want you to rise early and return all my daughters blouses and pants to her closet. Then report to my room at 5:00AM. I want to discuss some further changes in protocol before I tell the girls.”
“Yes, Mother”
Myrna watched him slip under his sheets.
“Hands above the cover!”
“Yes, Mother” He replied, even though he thought it unnecessary with the dreadful device in place. Apart from that, he was quite happy how things had turned out. The girls did themselves no favour by pranking him. Myrna wanted to talk to him first without the girls. That was more than he even hoped for. No more awkward conversations where they could cut him off or make silly arguments.
He almost fell asleep without setting his alarm earlier.
“That would have been a disaster” he thought.
The next morning he was knocking on Myrna's door right on time. He was not so silly to think he had already won. He had followed Myrna’s instructions to the letter. He only returned the blouses and pants, not the underwear or nightgowns. He also suppressed the urge to get some of his his male clothing while in the bedroom. Nevertheless he had good hopes that this would be the last time for him in female slacks and blouses.
“Enter” He heard Myrna's voice, and opened the door.
“Good morning Mother.” He said with a smile.
Myrna looked at him. “I see you do not make assumptions and follow instructions nicely. I am pleased.”
“Thank you Mother”
“You don’t like to wear my daughters clothes, do you?”
“No, Mother”
“I thought so. Take off the pants and blouse.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Diann is a confident Woman with a sense for fashion that perfectly expresses her nature. I can see how this came about by the idea of not spending any money, but I don’t like you wearing her clothes any more than you do.”
That was exactly what George was expected to hear.
“However, I am not opposed to the idea of hand me downs and I can live with the underwear and nightgowns, but for the upper layer we will find something more suitable to your role around the house.”
“I understand, Mother.” He said, but he was not too sure what she was talking about.
“First things first. Put these on.” She handed him something that looked like a huge pair of panties.
“It is a panty girdle, and it will give you some support and shape and help deal with the bulge of the modesty piece.”
The girdle was quite tight and covered George all the way up to the belly button. A dense front section pushed the hinged metal tube down towards his scrotum and caused his testicles to part on either side in an uncomfortable way.
The subtle pressure it applied also made George realise that he had not yet been to the toilet this morning.
Myrna stroked his crotch. “Much better, but we are not quite there yet. The next Item will make it perfect.”
She handed him another girdle, but this one looked more like a one piece bathing suit, complete with breast cups and shoulder straps.
George gasped. This was not at all what he had expected.
“Don’t just stare at it!” Myrna said with impatience in her voice. “It will give your figure shape and much needed posture! Don’t ruin the good impression you made. I have no patience for hesitation after I gave clear instructions. Put it on now!”
George tried to get into the girdle as quick as possible, but Myrna’s mood had already changed. While he struggled to pull the tight garment up his body, she rummaged in a bag.
“You are just like my late husband. You go just as far as you are being pushed. I was going to leave the cups empty because of your good behaviour, but I can already tell you need some incentive.”
She pulled out two pads that were tightly wound with very coarse string. George imagined that they would eventually become uncomfortable rubbing against his nipples.
She unceremoniously stuffed the balls into the breast cups once he was done with the girdle and he immediately felt a scratchy sensation as she squeezed and moved them around.
“This is what I call a constant reminder. It is something you won’t be able to ignore and it will constantly remind you to behave. Of course, normally your modesty bit should suffice, but there are many different ways to add some discomfort to your days.”
Myrna wiggled the breast cups, scratching the pads over his nipples. “Imagine wearing these for a week every day. Won’t you be so happy when I take them away again?”
“Yes, Mother”
“Certainly that means you are grateful for putting them in, don’t you? Otherwise how can I make you happy later?”
George wasn’t convinced by that logic, but he knew better than to argue
“Yes, Mother. Thank you, Mother”
“Good. Now let’s see if this lesson was sufficient to change your behaviour.”
Myrna opened a closet and revealed a row of similar black dresses hanging inside. She took one of them out presented it to George.
“Here you go.”
George took it out of her hands, but couldn’t believe what he saw. This was a dress! Surely she didn't expect him to…
A slap to the face from Myrna brought him back to reality. He was going to wear this.
“Don’t hesitate!”
George stepped into the dress. It was made from a thick but smooth fabric. It was shaped like a tight sheath dress. It had a tall starched collar with rounded edges that wrapped tightly around his neck, long sleeves, puffed on the shoulders, with matching starched cuffs. The long pencil shaped skirt part dropped into a flared hem right above his knees.
“This is a line I had produced for the maids in a hotel in Singapore.” Myrna explained, as she pulled up the zipper in the back. The dense fabric encased him like a glove and added additional pressure to his body, the breast forms, the modesty bit and especially his bladder.
“It is obviously made with Asian bodies in mind, but you have a pathetically small figure for a man and the girdles shaped you nicely. However, a few days of fasting will do you good. After we reached your ideal figure you will maintain a strict diet to keep it that way. ”
“Yes, Mother”
“They are still using this same design today, but we had to throw out this first batch. It is made from spandex lined with neoprene. It looks gorgeous, but we got a lot of complaints about being stuffy and hot.”
The dress fit snugly around George’s neck and the thick seam where the collar was attached felt like little pins picking into his skin.
“Of course, I won’t be hearing any of these complains from you, will I?” Myrna whispered, breathing down his neck.
“N..no, Mother.” George stammered “Of course not.”
“Good!”
Next came a pristine white apron with starched frills around the edges and the shoulder straps.
“The girls have turned you into a maid. It is time for you to dress the part” Myrna said while she tied the waist strap into a big decorative bow behind his back.
“Now the shoes” She placed a pair of black patent leather mary janes down. They had rounded toes and tiny 1 inch kitten heels.
George slipped inside and had not only trouble crouching down in the tight dress to close the straps across his instep, but also standing in the unfamiliar footwear. The shoes seemed to be a smaller size than Diann’s, even with pantyhose he felt his toes being squeezed uncomfortably.
At last, Myrna placed a starched lacy headdress on George.
“Now curtsy” She demanded.
George hesitated and promptly received another slap.
“Bow your head! Lift your apron! One foot forward, the other behind, bend your knees!”
“Like this Mother?”
“Precisely! Again!” She clapped her hands
The narrow heels clicked on the floor as George placed his feet” *click clack*
“Again!” *clap*
*click clack*
Again!”...
Myrna made him repeat the curtsey about twenty times, then she had him walk to the door, turn around and curtsy before leaving the room then come back in and curtsey again, twenty more times. George began to feel very hot under the thick dress. His toes hurt, his nipples burned and he could hardly contain his pee.
“Every time you enter a room in this house you will curtsey and every time you leave the room you will curtsey again. That is regardless of anyone is present or not. You need the practice and you will do it every time. Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Mother”
“Good, never let me catch you doing otherwise. Now go and prepare breakfast. I will have coffee, orange juice and eggs Benedict. I hope you know what the girls like?”
“Yes, Mother”
“Excellent. I will go and wake them up now. I expect breakfast to be served in 20 minutes on the dining room table. I do not want you to be present. I want to surprise the girls. You will remain in the kitchen until you hear this sound.”
Myrna rang a dainty little bell.
“Yes, Mother”
“You will come in immediately and curtsey. Then you will wait in silence until you are spoken to!”
“Yes, Mother.”
“You are dismissed!”
Chapter 3
Chapter 1
The girls did not show up right away for the Inspection. George managed to neatly put away the whole pile of clothes he had on his bed. When he even had time to sweep the floor and clean the sink he gained a little hope that it may have been an empty threat and they would not take their new responsibilities all that seriously.
It was quite late and he was thinking about going to bed when they came after all. He could hear them rummaging and giggling outside, then Vivian and Kimberly suddenly entered without knocking. They both had changed into blouses, pencil skirts and high heels. Their hair wrapped into buns and they carried clipboards.
Looking down at George who was sitting on his bed, Kimberly said: “Not getting up when we enter the room! That will be three demerits”
George jumped off the bed. Due to his flat shoes and their heels the girls were taller than him. “I’m sorry” he replied.
“I’m sorry who? Three more demerits for not addressing us properly” Vivian exclaimed
“I’m sorry Kimberly. I’m sorry Vivian.”
“Let's make that six more! Because there is two of us!” Vivian announced
“Nine! Three more for Mom!” Kimberly added.
Vivian giggled and wrote it all down on her clipboard.
George was shocked, he had not suspected them to be that vengeful, when suddenly the girls began to giggle.
“Sorry Georgie, we couldn’t help it. We had to tease you a little bit.”
“But it is no laughing matter. Mom is very upset and we need to take this seriously. YOU need to take this seriously and we are going to help.”
“We even have some furniture for your new room”
They brought in a children's chair and table. “Isn’t it nice that we share our old stuff with you? Just like Mom. Go have a seat Georgie.”
George sat down on the little chair in an awkward position with his knees raised, exposing the pantyhose and flats.
“We are not going to give you any demerits tonight, but we will in the future if we catch you breaking any rules.”
“You know we have to or Mom would catch on quick, but don’t worry, if you follow all these rules we worked out you should be fine.”
They moved the little table in front of him and placed a clipboard on it.
“You want to take notes and make sure to memorise everything”
Vivian and Kimberly towered over George, explaining how they wanted to help him getting back on Diann’s good side.
They thought It was best for him that Diann would not see him sitting in the house. He was to remain on his feet all day and busy with chores unless he took his meals with them.
Inside his room he was only allowed to sit in his chair.
He was not allowed to lock his room no matter if he was in it or not. If anyone entered he had to stand up.
Going back to the room during the day was only allowed with permission.
If he found himself without something to do, he had to report to any of the girls so they could “help” him remain busy with additional chores.
Diann usually got up at 6:00AM in the morning on workdays. The Girls decided that every day, including weekends, by 5:50AM George would have to be showered and dressed, his bed made, the room tidy, prepared and finished his own breakfast, brewed coffee and prepared the breakfast table.
Also any dirty shoes left at the entrance door after his curfew had to be cleaned and polished by then.
They suggested he set his alarm for not later than 5:00AM
The Girls would give him time to cater to their mother and come in a bit later, before Diann left the house.
They would of course expect their own breakfast by then and once it was served, George could go make their beds to earn his merit.
His day would be filled with chores until dinner. Cleaning the rooms, bathrooms, doing the laundry, washing the cars, there was a long list of what had to be done how many times a week.
After preparing and serving dinner at 6:30PM he would do the dishes, put them away and take a last round through the house to empty all the waste baskets. After that his day was over once he had reported to each Girl and Diann and been dismissed. He could spend the rest of the evening at his leisure, preferably in his room. Activities like watching tv in the lounge could be considered lazy and therefore only allowed with permission.
To get enough sleep the girls decided he had to be in bed, lights out at 9:00PM, unless there were some late duties for him to perform.
While he was still writing down all his new rules, they dumped a pile of cotton panties and old fashioned nightgowns on his bed and proceeded to raid his drawers for underwear and pyjamas, which they put into the plastic bags the panties had been in.
“Don’t worry, Georgie. We won’t tell Mom you still tried to keep some of your clothes.” Kimberly said.
“We are only doing this to help you, Georgie” Vivian assured him, hardly containing a giggle.
“But Diann never said anything about…” George began to argue, but was interrupted
“Do you really want to go and discuss that with Mom right now, Georgie?” Vivian asked
“We only make sure you are not getting into more trouble.” Kimberly added.
George sighed. He realised they could pretty much do whatever they wanted right now holding Diann’s wrath over him.
Before they left, they made him change into one of the nightgowns and put the piece of underwear he had been wearing into a zip lock bag so they could safely take it with them.
He was now completely nude under the long pink nightgown. The puffed sleeves, cuffs, collar and front yoke all trimmed with beautiful heavily starched white lace ruffles.
The gown was a bit too long and the girls suggested to stand on his toes, so the hem would not touch the floor. They were still taller than him as they walked around him.
“Very good. I think that is all for today. What do you think Vivian?”
“He got his rules and schedules down. That is all we can do for him right now Kimberly.”
“It also is past his bedtime”
“Off to bed you go Georgie”
Before the girls left, they turned around and looked at George in bed.
Eventually he said: “Good night Kimberly. Good night Vivian.”
“Good night Georgie” They turned off the light and closed the door behind them. George could hear them giggle, as they walked down the hallway in their heels.
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From that day on George was very busy. His schedule was tightly filled with tasks and errands, and whenever he had some time to spare, one of the Girls would assign him a merit task. How Merit rules were quite arbitrary and hard to accomplish, as they mostly required him to do something every day of the week or maybe even for both of the girls to earn a single merit. For example they wanted him to cook their breakfast to order every morning. Of course each of the Twins had their own preference.
Another way to earn merits was to cater to them when they had friends over to study. Vivian preferred milk and cookies to be served, while Kimberly liked him to bring juice and hors d'oeuvre. Both agreed though that the snacks had to be made from scratch and still warm.
George particularly hated it that they always called him Georgie now, especially in front of their friends and other people.
For a while he tried to anticipate the days when they invited someone to come over and dress as ambiguous as possible, until the Girls began laying out the clothes they wanted him to wear on particular days. So he ended up serving refreshments to a group of giggling girls, wearing flared pants and frilly blouses more frequently.
It went on for a couple of weeks and George managed to keep up with all the demands. He was almost glad that his chores kept him too busy and tired to think about his situation. He enjoyed the time in the morning when he served breakfast to Diann, and she appeared to appreciate his devotion and began to be less dismissive. Despite the humiliations, he began to be proud of how well he managed the household and how clean and tidy the house was under his care. He even managed to earn a steady amount of merits.
Things began to look up. Diann even mentioned how she appreciated his efforts and how satisfied she was with the state of the house.
That was however just before she revealed that she would go on a business trip overseas for a couple of weeks.
That was bad news for George. Even though the Twins had him do whatever they wanted and anyway and he knew better than to complain. He felt that Diann’s presence still reined them in somewhat. There was no telling what could happen if they ruled over the house unrestrained.
The good news was that Diann thought the same and announced that she had asked her mother to move in for the time being.
George had got to know Myrna as quite old fashioned and strict. Which was not only a bad thing, she also had no problem with overruling anyones decisions. There was a chance that she would not want him to run around in women's clothing any more, or so he could only hope, that she did not want him to cater to the girl’s every whim either.
George had no part in sending Diann off on her business trip. The Twins had given him a tight schedule of deep cleaning every room in the house, especially the guest bedroom in preparation for the arrival of their Grandmother. Meanwhile they took it on themselves to help their mother pack and drive her to the airport.
He was not even able to say goodbye to her. The last thing Diann had said to him was “Be sure to behave while I’m gone, I don’t want to hear any complaints when I come back” and the last thing he had said to her was “Yes Ma’am”
The next day the Girls gave him his drivers license and sent him to the airport to pick up Myrna.
They had laid out some especially feminine clothes for the task. A satin blouse with a peter pan collar, subtly puffed sleeves and a row of ruffles down the front Together with a pair of wide navy pants, short enough to display the red patent leather mary jane flats he was wearing.
They even gave him a sign with Myrna’s name on it to hold while waiting for her at the arrival.
George felt incredibly embarrassed having to wear this outfit in public. He kept telling himself it could be a good thing though. He would not have to touch on the subject to Myra. The clothes would speak for themselves. He hoped to have a conversation about it with her on the way back.
If she ever arrived that was. He saw people come and go, but his mother in law was not among them.He had been early and her flight had arrived one hour ago, but Myrna was nowhere to be seen.
George grew anxious. He did not carry a cellphone. The girls had given him some money for the parking and he had some coins he could use for a phone call, but for that he had to leave his place and go find a payphone. He eventually decided not to wait any longer and make a call. First nobody picked up the phone, and when Kimberly eventually answered she told him to wait for the next flight and hung up. George was out of money and out of option. He returned to his post and waited for the next flight and the next one after that. When Myrna still didn't show up it was already late afternoon. Tired and exhausted, George decided to go back home.
When he pulled into the driveway he saw several big pieces of luggage in front of the entrance.
When he entered the house Myrna was sitting in the living room with the girls. George was too surprised to say anything.
The twins acknowledged him with “Hi Georgie. Look who is here.”
Myrna glanced at him with displeasure in her eyes and said: “See Girls, that is exactly what I was talking about. You can’t have him run around like that.”
Kimberly and Vivian answered in unison: “Yes, Grandma”
“Also, I don’t want you to call him Georgie any more.”
“Yes, Grandma”
Without explanation when and how his Mother in Law got there George was told to take her luggage to the guest room and immediately prepare dinner.
“You don’t have to unpack anything. I will do it myself.” Myrna ordered. “Set the table for three. I need to talk to the girls some more in private about the changes in the house. Be sure you had your own dinner before serving ours.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Myrna appeared to be pleased with his response
After carrying all the luggage up to her room, George prepared a pasta dish and quickly gobbled up a bowl before calling them. Once he had served them, he was told to retire to his room and get ready for bed.
“But don’t go to sleep” Myrna said. “I will talk to you later.”
George was quite happy. Things started to look up. Myrna had already addressed the two things that bothered him most. The Female clothing and that the Girls kept calling him Georgie. It was exactly going the way he had imagined it. He could not wait to have a talk with her.
For the first time he was happy to be able to wear one of the nightgowns. It was another thing he would be able to address and get rid of.
He was anxiously waiting to hear her coming down the hallway. She was a strict woman and he wanted to be on his best behaviour and on his feet when she entered. He felt that it was important to get on her good side and not do anything that could displease her.
Myrna entered his room without a greeting. She looked around the room for a second and said: “Take off that nighty and stand on the little table”
“I’m nude under it… Ma’am.”
“I expect you to be. Now do as you’re told!”
Yes, Ma’am”
Myrna took a bottle of lotion out of her purse and moistened her hands. Then to Georges surprise, she stepped closer, put down the purse next to his feet and began cupping his testicles and stroking his penis.
“Eyes straight” She said when George gasped and looked down on himself.
“I used to be the general manager of an international hotel chain and that line of work required me to travel a lot. I spent many lonely nights away from my husband.” She began, while massaging his genitals. Her gold bracelets jangled in tune.
“I was always faithful to him during that time and I was never worried that Everett would cheat on me either.”
Myrna applied some more lotion before she continued both talking and stroking. George felt his heart beating up to his neck, desperately trying not to react.
“I knew he was not man enough to find himself another woman, but there was still his masturbation. The Maid told me about the stains in his sheets and underwear.”
George was breathing heavily.
“Now your Wife is away from you George and we don’t want stains in your sheets, do we?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“I am glad you agree.”
Suddenly a sharp pain made George wince. Myrna had struck his penis with a ruler.
George clenched his teeth while the beating continued in rapid succession all over his genital area. His slowly expanding member now quickly turned red and shrivelled up.
Myrna reached into her purse again to take out a short curved steel tube with a larger ring attached on one end.
“To cure my husbands filthy addiction I had this made for him” She explained, while she slid the device over his greased penis with some effort, since the tube was so small that it still barely fit in it’s shrunken state. The ring was a ratcheted steel cuff that wrapped around the base of his genitals. Myrna pushed it close until his scrotum was stretched taut over his testicles.
“This will not only prevent masturbating, it will teach you to avoid the mere thought by rendering erections virtually impossible and any random stirring of your little thing will quickly cease due to exponentially growing discomfort. Now you are a perfectly chaste Husband. In a household with young girls around and under the circumstance that your wife will not have sex with you anyway this should be a permanent instalment I think. But that is for Diann to decide when she returns. For now I expect you to wear your modesty piece with the same sense of gratitude my husband did.”
That George was unhappy would have been an understatement. He was shocked and upset about the procedure and the device, but on the other hand he really wanted to stay on Myrna’s good side, so he decided to endure it for now. As she had said, Diann would take care of it when she came back.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Ma’am”
Myrna stepped away and took a satisfied look. Then she said “Now that we got this out of the way you may get dressed again”
“To be honest, I was not too pleased when Diann decided to marry you.” Myrna revealed while George slipped back into the nightgown.
“But when I arrived and the girls told me all about your new duties I was actually very pleased to hear that you made yourself so useful.”
“Thank you. Ma’am.”
“I want you to call me Mother.”
“Thank you Mother.”
“Good. You may have already noticed that I am not happy with some of the girl’s decisions here. I thought the prank they played on you by sending you to the airport while I was already in a taxi on my way here was unnecessary and a waste of valuable time that you could have spent much more productive. Also I believe this whole demerit scheme is something we can do without.”
George was happy to hear that Myrna didn’t approve of the twins mischief and their arbitrary demerits.
“Go to bed now. Tomorrow morning I want you to rise early and return all my daughters blouses and pants to her closet. Then report to my room at 5:00AM. I want to discuss some further changes in protocol before I tell the girls.”
“Yes, Mother”
Myrna watched him slip under his sheets.
“Hands above the cover!”
“Yes, Mother” He replied, even though he thought it unnecessary with the dreadful device in place. Apart from that, he was quite happy how things had turned out. The girls did themselves no favour by pranking him. Myrna wanted to talk to him first without the girls. That was more than he even hoped for. No more awkward conversations where they could cut him off or make silly arguments.
He almost fell asleep without setting his alarm earlier.
“That would have been a disaster” he thought.
The next morning he was knocking on Myrna's door right on time. He was not so silly to think he had already won. He had followed Myrna’s instructions to the letter. He only returned the blouses and pants, not the underwear or nightgowns. He also suppressed the urge to get some of his his male clothing while in the bedroom. Nevertheless he had good hopes that this would be the last time for him in female slacks and blouses.
“Enter” He heard Myrna's voice, and opened the door.
“Good morning Mother.” He said with a smile.
Myrna looked at him. “I see you do not make assumptions and follow instructions nicely. I am pleased.”
“Thank you Mother”
“You don’t like to wear my daughters clothes, do you?”
“No, Mother”
“I thought so. Take off the pants and blouse.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Diann is a confident Woman with a sense for fashion that perfectly expresses her nature. I can see how this came about by the idea of not spending any money, but I don’t like you wearing her clothes any more than you do.”
That was exactly what George was expected to hear.
“However, I am not opposed to the idea of hand me downs and I can live with the underwear and nightgowns, but for the upper layer we will find something more suitable to your role around the house.”
“I understand, Mother.” He said, but he was not too sure what she was talking about.
“First things first. Put these on.” She handed him something that looked like a huge pair of panties.
“It is a panty girdle, and it will give you some support and shape and help deal with the bulge of the modesty piece.”
The girdle was quite tight and covered George all the way up to the belly button. A dense front section pushed the hinged metal tube down towards his scrotum and caused his testicles to part on either side in an uncomfortable way.
The subtle pressure it applied also made George realise that he had not yet been to the toilet this morning.
Myrna stroked his crotch. “Much better, but we are not quite there yet. The next Item will make it perfect.”
She handed him another girdle, but this one looked more like a one piece bathing suit, complete with breast cups and shoulder straps.
George gasped. This was not at all what he had expected.
“Don’t just stare at it!” Myrna said with impatience in her voice. “It will give your figure shape and much needed posture! Don’t ruin the good impression you made. I have no patience for hesitation after I gave clear instructions. Put it on now!”
George tried to get into the girdle as quick as possible, but Myrna’s mood had already changed. While he struggled to pull the tight garment up his body, she rummaged in a bag.
“You are just like my late husband. You go just as far as you are being pushed. I was going to leave the cups empty because of your good behaviour, but I can already tell you need some incentive.”
She pulled out two pads that were tightly wound with very coarse string. George imagined that they would eventually become uncomfortable rubbing against his nipples.
She unceremoniously stuffed the balls into the breast cups once he was done with the girdle and he immediately felt a scratchy sensation as she squeezed and moved them around.
“This is what I call a constant reminder. It is something you won’t be able to ignore and it will constantly remind you to behave. Of course, normally your modesty bit should suffice, but there are many different ways to add some discomfort to your days.”
Myrna wiggled the breast cups, scratching the pads over his nipples. “Imagine wearing these for a week every day. Won’t you be so happy when I take them away again?”
“Yes, Mother”
“Certainly that means you are grateful for putting them in, don’t you? Otherwise how can I make you happy later?”
George wasn’t convinced by that logic, but he knew better than to argue
“Yes, Mother. Thank you, Mother”
“Good. Now let’s see if this lesson was sufficient to change your behaviour.”
Myrna opened a closet and revealed a row of similar black dresses hanging inside. She took one of them out presented it to George.
“Here you go.”
George took it out of her hands, but couldn’t believe what he saw. This was a dress! Surely she didn't expect him to…
A slap to the face from Myrna brought him back to reality. He was going to wear this.
“Don’t hesitate!”
George stepped into the dress. It was made from a thick but smooth fabric. It was shaped like a tight sheath dress. It had a tall starched collar with rounded edges that wrapped tightly around his neck, long sleeves, puffed on the shoulders, with matching starched cuffs. The long pencil shaped skirt part dropped into a flared hem right above his knees.
“This is a line I had produced for the maids in a hotel in Singapore.” Myrna explained, as she pulled up the zipper in the back. The dense fabric encased him like a glove and added additional pressure to his body, the breast forms, the modesty bit and especially his bladder.
“It is obviously made with Asian bodies in mind, but you have a pathetically small figure for a man and the girdles shaped you nicely. However, a few days of fasting will do you good. After we reached your ideal figure you will maintain a strict diet to keep it that way. ”
“Yes, Mother”
“They are still using this same design today, but we had to throw out this first batch. It is made from spandex lined with neoprene. It looks gorgeous, but we got a lot of complaints about being stuffy and hot.”
The dress fit snugly around George’s neck and the thick seam where the collar was attached felt like little pins picking into his skin.
“Of course, I won’t be hearing any of these complains from you, will I?” Myrna whispered, breathing down his neck.
“N..no, Mother.” George stammered “Of course not.”
“Good!”
Next came a pristine white apron with starched frills around the edges and the shoulder straps.
“The girls have turned you into a maid. It is time for you to dress the part” Myrna said while she tied the waist strap into a big decorative bow behind his back.
“Now the shoes” She placed a pair of black patent leather mary janes down. They had rounded toes and tiny 1 inch kitten heels.
George slipped inside and had not only trouble crouching down in the tight dress to close the straps across his instep, but also standing in the unfamiliar footwear. The shoes seemed to be a smaller size than Diann’s, even with pantyhose he felt his toes being squeezed uncomfortably.
At last, Myrna placed a starched lacy headdress on George.
“Now curtsy” She demanded.
George hesitated and promptly received another slap.
“Bow your head! Lift your apron! One foot forward, the other behind, bend your knees!”
“Like this Mother?”
“Precisely! Again!” She clapped her hands
The narrow heels clicked on the floor as George placed his feet” *click clack*
“Again!” *clap*
*click clack*
Again!”...
Myrna made him repeat the curtsey about twenty times, then she had him walk to the door, turn around and curtsy before leaving the room then come back in and curtsey again, twenty more times. George began to feel very hot under the thick dress. His toes hurt, his nipples burned and he could hardly contain his pee.
“Every time you enter a room in this house you will curtsey and every time you leave the room you will curtsey again. That is regardless of anyone is present or not. You need the practice and you will do it every time. Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Mother”
“Good, never let me catch you doing otherwise. Now go and prepare breakfast. I will have coffee, orange juice and eggs Benedict. I hope you know what the girls like?”
“Yes, Mother”
“Excellent. I will go and wake them up now. I expect breakfast to be served in 20 minutes on the dining room table. I do not want you to be present. I want to surprise the girls. You will remain in the kitchen until you hear this sound.”
Myrna rang a dainty little bell.
“Yes, Mother”
“You will come in immediately and curtsey. Then you will wait in silence until you are spoken to!”
“Yes, Mother.”
“You are dismissed!”
Chapter 3