Good Morning Sissy.

Cousin Karen had naturally got the better bedroom to sleep in that night.

On the other hand, the room I was in that night was small, damp, cold, and smelt of mothballs.

The bed mattress was old, as it appeared everything was in this house.

If I moved, the bed would creak, just as badly as the staircase.

The linen on the bed was rough and starched.

Nanny Mitchel appeared to have a thing about starching all fabrics.

My nighty offered little protection from the draft.

Was this really the shape of things to come, I wondered to myself.

Eventually, my tiredness got the better of me and despite the discomfort, I fell asleep.

I had not heard Nanny Mitchel or cousin Karen come up that night, so all in all I must have been very tired.

I was woken up the next day by Nanny Mitchel at about seven thirty.

This was done with a shove and a shake, followed by the shrieking of the words,

“Time to get up Patricia. we have a long day ahead of us”.

Normally, at home, I did not get up when told to.

Normally I would just curl back over and go to sleep.

Nanny Mitchel was already aware of this and had thus armed herself with a slipper.

It was not too long till Nanny Mitchel pulled back the bedsheets and bought the slipper down across the seat of my nighty.

I gave out a loud howl as the slipper reached its target.

“Do not try my patience, Patricia, we do not want to start the day off on the wrong foot, do we now?”

Quickly I got out of bed with one hand rubbing my eyes, the other rubbing the sting on my bottom.

“Now Patricia, we are going straight to the bathroom to get you washed and dressed for the day.”

Nanny Mitchel followed me to the bathroom, carrying her slipper, just in case it needed to be used again.

I was going to do my best to make sure it would not have to be used.

As we went to the bathroom I noticed cousin Karen was still sound asleep.

Obviously, this seven-thirty rule did not apply to her.

On entering the bathroom Nanny Mitchel said she would leave me to carry out my ablutions and wash, but she would stand outside by the door.

She also made it very clear what would happen if I screwed my clothing up again and left the bathroom in s mess.

The threat of more smacks was not one I took lightly.

Her last words were,

“Do not forget to put the toilet seat down when you have finished.

With that, she walked out of the bathroom and left me to do my business.

Although back home I was not a fan of washing myself, I remembered the scent of the soap from the previous night’s washing.

This scent of roses was something I was falling in love with, as I was the soft pink flannel.

Maybe in the long run this sissification that I was undergoing would not be a bad thing.

After all, I had never been one for the rough and tumble of the other boys.

I detested regular boys’ games like football and cricket.

I detested war games which most boys seemed to enjoy.

And I especially detested fighting and unnecessary violence, which in due course made me a little bit of a wimp.

I thought as I applied the soft flannel to myself, maybe if I broke the habit of a lifetime and made some effort, Nanny Mitchel would soften towards me.

Cousin Karen would be going back home tomorrow evening.

Maybe once she had gone my plight would get better, as it would be just me and Nanny Mitchel.

However, as I heard Nanny Mitchel’s voice shriek from outside the bathroom I soon realized things were not going to change at this present moment.

“Do not take all day Patricia,” came the call.

“We have a busy day ahead of us.

As quickly as I could I finished washing, remembering to wash the sink after me, and put the toilet seat down.

I walked out of the bathroom door into Nanny Mitchel’s adjacent bedroom.

I was greeted with the question.

“Do I have to inspect the bathroom, Patricia? ”

“Or have you left it tidy?”

“I have left it tidy Nanny Mitchel,” came my meek reply.

“Good, you are learning at long last,” She quipped.

Nanny Mitchel continued to talk with a more gentle lecture.

“I do fully appreciate you are trying to be well-behaved, Patricia, but you have much to learn whilst staying under this roof.”

“Unfortunately, at times, I am going to have to be a little harsh whilst teaching you these lessons.”

“I will make it clear to you in no uncertain terms  that if I did not care for you, I would not be doing all this,

“So do try your best to comply and everything will go well.”

“If you rebel, as you have done in the past, the consequences for you will be very unpleasant indeed.”

“Do I make myself clear?” Nanny Mitchel asked still in a somewhat gentle tone.

“Yes Nanny Mitchel,” I replied, once again in a meek tone.

“Good, now Nanny Mitchel has a nice surprise for you, Patricia.”

With these words, Nanny Mitchel went to her wardrobe and started to retrieve various items of clothing.

These items of clothing were all laid neatly on her bed for me to view.

To start off with I was horrified.

The items of clothing consisted of the following.

A Pink pair of ruffled lace tights,

White cotton panties with frills and pink hearts,

A White vest that matched the panties,

And to cap it off a Frilly Mint green Dress with more than its fair share of Ruffles and bows.

“This is what you will be wearing when we go to the town today to get you new shoes.”

My first thought was to ask the question I would always ask my mother if I was told to do something I did not want to.

That would be.

“Do I have to?”

However judging by the smacks I had already received furthered by the fact that Nanny Mitchel had now become softer in her dealings with me, this was not such a good idea.

My second thought was maybe a very obvious one.

This was, what if I saw someone I knew?

If this was to happen it is for certain that I would be teased without any mercy whatsoever.

My third thought was.

“I just need to get on with this.

So get on with it I did.

Nanny Mitchel explained to me that these items of clothing had been purchased for me well in advance of my visit.

It was also explained to me, once again in Nanny Mitchel’s “No uncertain terms” tone of voice, that these garments had cost quite a bit of money.

With this in mind, I was to look after them.

Nanny Mitchel then told me she was going downstairs to get a cup of tea, thus leaving me to dress.

With this, she left me in the bedroom.

So far I had been up only half an hour this morning.

My Horror had turned from being flabbergasted to now being ever so slightly curious.

I wondered to myself what would these garments feel like once I had put them on.

Would it really be that bad?

After all, although my nightdress had not offered me much protection from the cold of the bedroom during the night, the soft fabric had not been uncomfortable.

There was now obviously only one way to solve my newly found curiosity.

That was to get dressed.

Having already removed my Pink nighty, I started by putting on the white vest.

The white vest was of soft cotton.

Whereas my normal vests were plain and bland, this particular garment had some lace around its collar tied into a little bow.

I felt a pleasant warmth as I pulled the nice new clean vest over the top of my body.

Next, I pulled on the matching Panties.

As with the vest, the cotton of this particular garment also felt soft and warm.

I was now starting to embrace and enjoy my new transformation.

Next, I pulled on the Pink ruffled lace tights.

I do not know why but pulling these on made me feel somewhat a little odd.

This possibly could be because I was not so much feeling like I was a sissy, I was actually starting to feel like a girl.

Last but by no means least was the main item of clothing which was the Frilly Mint Green Dress.

I took as much care as I possibly could putting the dress on as I had now realized that the dress must have cost Nanny Mitchel a small fortune.

It felt as if it had been handmade.

The thought also came to my mind that it was possible that she may have even made it herself.

With this in mind I had decided that if Nanny Mitchel had made it herself, I was going to do my best to make sure I wore it as well as I could so that I could hopefully do her proud.

Carefully I placed the garment over my head and pulled it over my body.

I viewed my reflection in the mirror.

It was as if I had changed into a different person completely.

Even my personality was changing.

I was becoming a lot more thoughtful instead of thinking just about myself.

If I was to be a Sissy from now on, so be it.

As I had already thought earlier.

I truly did not like being a boy.

I did not want to be involved in the things other boys did.

Earlier that year, I had been made to join the cubs, in an attempt to make me fit in.

I truly must have been the worst cub ever known in the pack.

This was to the extent that I probably would single-handedly left Baden Powel spinning in his grave.

Personally, I would of much sooner joined the brownies or better still the girl guides as it seemed a much softer delicate option.

Delicate was a very adapt word, for I was exactly that, delicate.

I stood looking in the mirror alone with my thoughts for a few minutes.

Then all of a sudden, quite unexpectedly I was bought out of my little dreamy thoughts as Nanny Mitchel re-entered the bedroom.

As if by magic Nanny Mitchel appeared to be a lot more cheerful.

Although I had not got everything right in my effort to dress, I had at least made the effort.

This in itself pleased Nanny Mitchel.

Nanny Mitchel had entered the room carrying what was known as a Mason Pearson brush.

I was a little worried that she had bought this in to spank me with if I had not dressed to her satisfaction.

However lady luck was on my side, the brush had been bought in the room with its true purpose in mind.

That was to brush my hair.

Nanny Mitchel sat herself down on the bed and gently turned me around so my back was facing her.

However, in this position, she was unable to reach me in order to brush my hair.

So she stood up and gently started brushing my hair.

This gentle side to Nanny Mitchel’s nature came as another pleasant surprise to me.

Like many males of this time, I had long hair.

Taking this into consideration it was not going to be hard to transform my hair into that of one of the opposite gender.

I thoroughly enjoyed the attention Nanny Mitchels brush was paying to my longish brown mousy hair.

This was so much so that I did not want her to stop.

It was as if she was magically brushing away all the horrors of my previous gender.

I so did not want her to stop.

However, all good things have to come to an end, and the brushing stopped.

However, there was another nice little surprise in store for me.

For the first time in my life, I was to have the sides of my hair tied into plaits with pink ribbons.

This would be the icing on a very scrumptious cake.

Gently Nanny Mitchel tied my hair into plaits and then zipped me up at the back.

Nanny Mitchel praised me on how well I had done.

It was now time for breakfast.