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A Sissy’s Bathroom Benefits.
Nanny Mitchel told me she was going to retire to join cousin Karen in the living room.
On the other hand, I was told that because I have failed in the most simple of household chores, I was to go upstairs, get washed, and get ready for bed.
I was further told that my nightwear was hanging up on the bathroom door
It was only seven P M.
At home, I did not go to bed till nine-thirty.
Sometimes on weekends, I did not go to bed till after ten.
However, having had my recent introduction to the wooden spoon I was not going to argue.
It appeared Nanny Mitchel was in a foul mood.
So up the creaky staircase, I went
On my arrival in the bathroom, I was somewhat a little puzzled to see hanging up on the door was a pink cotton nightdress.
I noticed this pink nighty had white frills on the collar and sleeves as well as flowers on the front.
Surely Nanny Mitchel was not expecting me to wear these to bed.
Maybe she had made a mistake and hung up cousin Karen’s night clothing up instead of mine
I also spotted that there was a pair of plain and practical white cotton panties and a pair of pink slippers, not too different to the ones Nanny Mitchel wore and had spanked me with on many occasions.
My confusion was to be slightly further added to when I went to the bathroom sink.
What had been my normal flannel that I used had been changed to a pink one with the name Patricia sewn onto it.
All of this was most peculiar.
This was mixed with Nanny Mitchel’s obvious obsession with all things being the color pink.
Even the soap was pink and appeared to have the scent of roses.
What appeared to be my new toothbrush was also pink, as was the toothpaste.
I wondered to myself if I should go back downstairs to the living room where cousin Karen and Nanny Mitchel currently were residing.
However, judging by the turn of recent events I felt that it may not be a very good idea.
In all honesty, though, I was by now totally baffled beyond belief.
Why was this happening to me?
Why was Nanny Mitchel so intent on turning me into a girl?
Also, why did it appear cousin Karen was in on the plot?
All these questions I so wanted to ask.
However, I dare not.
It was not going to be long before these questions were all answered for me.
Nanny Mitchel appeared at the bathroom door.
How I had not heard her on the creaky staircase was a miracle in itself, she must have tip-toed up them, which at her age would have been a feat in itself.
“You look somewhat puzzled Patricia,” Nanny Mitchel said in an enquiring manner.
I gazed at Nanny Mitchel in total confusion.
What had started as a game of schools, between myself and my cousin Karen, where I had to wear what I thought was one of her school dresses had turned into something different altogether.
I was still a little nervous to ask questions, but I felt a surge of bravery within me.
I really had to ask.
However, I really did not need to.
Nanny Mitchel was going to explain it all to me in no uncertain terms.
“Patricia,” she started, “I should think by now you are wondering why you are being called Patricia instead of Peter.”
My recent momentary thoughts of bravery to question Nanny Mitchel had now passed by.
I continued to look at her with a confused expression but said nothing.
“I should think also by now you are wondering why you are being dressed up as a girl,” she continued.
Once again I said nothing as there seemed nothing to say.
“Well, I shall now tell you.” Nanny Mitchel said in a firm but not unkind voice.
“Your behavior at home has put years on your mother and she is at her wit’s end as to what to do with you.”
“As you are aware she has a new man in her life, after the unfortunate and untimely death of your real father, and she is going to marry him”
“Neither of them want you around.”
A tear now started to fill my eye.
Hearing this was far worse than any of the recent discipline I had had to endure at the hands of Nanny Mitchel
I really did not like what I was hearing, and I certainly did not like this new man in her life.
He was a bully.
“So,” Nanny Mitchel continued,
“For the foreseeable future, you will be staying with me”.
“Now you know very well what I think of boys, especially naughty boys, don’t you?”
Humbly I came out with the reply,
“Yes Nanny Mitchel”.
“I do not like them, nor do I care for them,” Nanny Mitchel said in a firmer voice as if to drive the message home.
“So you are now going to be sissified and become a girl.”
The word sissified was to be another new word that was to be added to my limited vocabulary.
I had no idea what the word “sissified” meant.
However, having said this I was going to be finding out in the next few days.
I was further told that the pink nightdress hanging up on the door handle was now mine, along with the white cotton panties, the pink slippers, the pink flannel, and the pink toothbrush.
I was now to get washed, clean my teeth, put on the items of clothing that had been purchased for me, and come to the living room when I had finished.
This was all finished with the words,
“Do not take all night about it!”
With this short lecture ringing in my ears, I proceeded to do as I had been told to do.
I had by now had the Polyester Pink housecoat removed from me when I had finished my kitchen chores of the evening.
This left me in the green polyester school gingham dress Karen had made me wear for our school game earlier.
At long last, I could strip myself of this garment.
To be honest, had I had a box of matches I may have considered setting fire to this ghastly garment.
However, this act would certainly lead to very, very serious consequences.
Possibly the most serious consequences I would ever suffer in my life.
The consequences would probably be similar to that of the death penalty.
With this in mind, the thought soon was eradicated.
This however did not stop me from screwing the garment up and throwing it on the floor once I had taken it off.
This was something that was to lead me into trouble later on that evening.
Another thing that was on Nanny Mitchels List of dislikes was untidiness.
Slowly I filled the bathroom sink with warm water and started the process of washing.
Washing had never been on my list of favorite tasks, and if I could avoid washing myself I would do so.
However, it came as a surprise to me that the pink flannel I had been given appeared not to be as harsh as the grey well worn flannel I used at home.
Indeed it was soft, and the pink rose-scented soap was not unpleasant either, In fact, it was the opposite.
The Pink scented rose soap appeared to have a nice aroma to it.
For once in my life, I appeared to enjoy washing myself without realizing it.
Taking to this task like a duck to water I flanneled myself all over.
Perhaps being sissified would not be such a bad experience after all.
Once I had finished washing I went to retrieve the items of clothing that had been laid on for me.
Firstly I pulled on the cotton panties.
This particular garment did not feel unpleasant.
On the contrary, the soft cotton felt a lot nicer than that of my regular pants which always appeared rough and would at times leave me with a rash.
Next, I removed the pink nighty from the bathroom door handle, took it off its hanger, threw the hanger on the floor and proceeded to put it on.
Once again this was not an all too unpleasant experience.
The cotton was soft with some added fluffiness to it.
The fabric also had a nice aroma that I had not smelt before.
I took a look at myself in the bathroom mirror.
I thought to myself that if my so-called friends on my council estate could see me now I would never live it down.
This would be especially true of the Edwards family who were the roughest of the rough and called me a pansy anyway.
However they were not here, and I was, so I just had to get on with it.
I did, however, imagine for a moment how Dale and Shane would look in a night dress and whether it would curb their macho ways.
Perhaps they had a grandmother who made them wear nighties.
Finally with the Nighty and panties now on, I put on the new slippers that had been purchased for me.
The slippers themselves were soft warm and cozy and unlike cousin Karen’s t-bar sandals she has attempted to push my feet into earlier, they fitted perfectly.
I opened the bathroom door, switched of the light and made my way down the creaky stairs to the living room where Nanny Mitchel and Karen were currently residing.
