Susan’s room was far different from any he had been in before. It was definitely a girl’s room; the walls papered in a delicate pink floral pattern and the bed which dominated the whole room looking as if it belonged to a princess. It was covered in a canopy hung with wispy lace as were the curtains and the vanity. “I’m sure you’ll be comfortable here, ”Carolyn said with a gleam in her eye as she entered the bath just off the room and began filling the tub.
Chris stole a peek into the bath and saw that it too was definitely that of a young lady: everything in pink, from the towels down to the thick carpeting. Chris waited sheepishly, anxious for the woman to leave him in privacy.
Carolyn re-entered the room and noticing the boy being ill-at-ease brought him relief. “I’ll leave you to your bath, sweetie; you’ll find everything you need in the bath. I’ll be back later with your things.”
With that she left the room and Chris quickly removed his clothes, and, leaving them folded on the bed, hurried into the bath. For as long as he could remember, he had only taken showers, and this bath was not just a bath. The large tub was near overflowing with a froth of fragrant bubbles. Being alone, there was no need to feel embarrassed, so he slowly slid into the warm luxuriant suds. Just as the boy settled into total relaxation, he was startled by the door opening and Mary entering, Carolyn at her heels.
“I’m afraid we have a slight problem, dear,” spoke Mary. Somehow your suitcase didn’t make it into the car when we left the academy. I’ve called the school, but there’s no answer”
”Oh, that’s right, I don’t remember putting it in the trunk; it must be still there in the driveway, said Chris as he tried to slide deeper beneath the bubbles. I guess I will just have to wear what I came in; it’s no problem.
“I’m afraid I already sent your clothes to the laundry,” Carolyn volunteered.
“I’m sure we can find something for you to wear, dear. Here, Carolyn will shampoo your hair and I’ll look for something. You needn’t worry your little head.”
The boy, although embarrassed by the presence of the two ladies in the bath, being in such unfamiliar surroundings, didn’t dare refuse the kindness of his host. Covering himself beneath the suds, he sat quietly while Carolyn soaped his back and scrubbed him with a soft brush. He hadn’t been “given” a bath since early childhood. Despite his confused state, Carolyn’s efforts were pleasurable. As she knelt at the side of the tub and began lathering his scalp, Chris’ eyes were drawn again and again to the bodice of her uniform. Carolyn was obviously well endowed in that department, and peeking through the sudsy lather, Chris watched intently as her cleavage shook so closely to his face. Taking the handsprayer, she rinsed the soap from his hair, running her beautifully manicured fingers thru his curls. Retrieving a fluffy pink towel from the cabinet, she held it out and motioned Chris out of the tub.
“Don’t be embarrassed, dear,” she said with a grin. I do have brothers, you know.”
The boy quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it tightly around himself as he stepped from the tub. Carolyn had already taken another and began to vigorously dry his hair. She then wrapped the towel about his head and, giving it a twist, left it bound as he had seen his mother do so many times before with her hair after shampooing. She surprised him further, however, when while he looked away, she had begun to douse his hairless upper body with body powder. His face turned bright red as this was certainly not for men. She had used a feathery puff and the powder had a decidedly feminine fragrance.
She giggled. “There. You’ll smell so sweet for bed now,”; she said as she turned and left the room. “Let’s see if the mistress has found you something nice to wear.”
At last he was alone again. Just as he finished drying himself, he heard the two women return to the room.
“It seems you’ll have to borrow something from Susan’s wardrobe, Chrissy,” Mary said from the bedroom. “I know these are hardly suitable for a nice young boy, but they’ll have to do under the circumstances.”
Carolyn entered the bath, and what she carried in her hands caused the boy’s jaw to drop. Carolyn offered the frilly pink nightie and matching panties to the stunned adolescent. The little babydoll had a lacy bodice and silken spaghetti straps. The panties were equally brief and, like the top, were trimmed in lace.
“Oh God! I can’t wear that! said Chris loudly.
