Aunt Rose and Aunt Mavis delivered their weakened and feminized nephew to Miss Duffs’ apartment as it was going dark.
She met them on the porch and relieved them of Jamie, assuring them that he would be deeply humiliated and chastened during his overnight stay with her.
“It is my intention to take advantage of your babifying preparations,” she said, slipping the bright red lightweight ladies’ mackintosh from his shoulders and fluffing out the hem of his skirt and the lacy edging of his petticoat.
“He will most definitely wish he had never displayed those transvestite tendencies that persuaded you both to sissify him ever since.”
“We have complete confidence in your desire to shame him and develop deeper urges in him to dress in petticoats and panties,” said Aunt Mavis. “Let’s hope the girls will create a choice of uniforms which will meet his need for humiliation.”
“I do hope you will attend tomorrow morning’s assembly,” said Miss Duff.
“Your presence will add an edge of anguish to his misery.”
Jamie’s heart dropped on hearing this, and missed a few beats when his aunts accepted with delight and promised to be in school, where they would be welcomed at 9 o’clock.
As soon as they left and the door was shut, Miss Duff turned on her unfortunate guest.
“Well, well, well… so you want to be humiliated and you want to be treated as a baby girl?” she said.
Jamie’s toes squeezed together, as did his stockinged knees, and he gave a nervous little nod.
“Yes please, M-Miss .”
“Well I have a rather special baby meal to feed you, my boy, for which you will be fastened into your high chair, so I shall have to dress you in a suitable girlish costume, won’t I?”
She took Jamie by the hand and led him into her bedroom, where his scalp ran cold with shock at what he saw: on all sides of the room were ruffled and lace-covered dresses, hanging from the picture rail and from every door and mirror and piece of furniture.
Jamie saw in an instant that every one of them was a baby dress or toddlers dress, and he had a frightening feeling that they were all for him.
He met this turn in events with a thrill of delight.
As he was led to the bed, a divine dress of pale pink silk crepe shone beneath the ceiling light, with a deeply ruffled hem round the skirt and a wide Peter Pan collar with lace round the edge and embroidered into the wings of the collar.
The sleeves puffed like pumpkins, with lace at each cuff, and a deep sash lay across the satin bed spread on either side.
Arranged at the hem of the dress lay a matching pair of baby bloomers, trimmed prettily with the same pink lace, while above the neck of the dress lay a lavish baby bonnet laid on its side, with pink ribbons spreading away from its ruffled front edge.
Jamie held his breath as Miss Duff undid his skirt and slipped it down his legs, unbuttoned his blouse and removed his chemise and panties.
His flesh rippled with joy as she fed the cold silk baby bloomers over his feet and slid them up his legs.
There was a white nylon petticoat to cascade over his shoulders so that its lace bottom fluttered around the panty.
He lifted his arms to slot them into each sleeve above his head, and the divine dress with its pink satin lining slid over his petticoat, caressing it in liquid feelings of feminine smoothness.
“Hand in here,” she ordered, and Jamie found each hand encased in deep mittens of pink silk to match his dress and panties.
He had never felt so babyish as when his mittens were being buttoned between ruffles of lace along the back of each wrist.
She put him into bootees too, which fastened down the front of each foot in a line of pearled pink buttons surrounded with lace.
