“You may be a boy child… but if you’re to stay under my roof then you have to do as you’re told.” she sternly states. “Now come… before I drag you.”
Reluctantly Billy steps into the back room where he’s stripped down to his knickers, given a silk chemise, and is slowly and securely laced into a corset of his own. Tears silently stream down his cheeks as the air is squeezed out of him. He fears he might faint, then wishes he’ll do just that as he hopes he’ll soon wake up and discover this experience to be nothing more than a really bad dream.