Hearing that, Mary joined them in the bath and put her arm around the boy. “Oh, don’t be silly! It’s only till tomorrow and we’ll get your things from the school.”
“But I’ll look so funny in a girl’s nightgown,” whimpered Chris.
“Now, now, you put them on and I’ll find you a robe to wear. That’ll be better then, won’t it?” asked his host.
“Well, I guess so,” replied Chris, his face still beet red. Mary and Carolyn left the room and closed the door behind them. Chris lifted the dainty little panties and resigned himself to a night in girl’s frillies. He stepped into them carefully and pulled them up his legs. To his surprise, they felt wonderful, so soft and silky. Then raising his arms, he slipped the short nightie over his head and let it float down over his slim body. It too felt delicious, but that that was something that would forever remain his secret. He turned to look in the full length mirror on the back of the door. The sight that met him gave him a shudder. Standing there on the fluffy carpet, he could have been mistaken for a girl, his hair bundled up beneath a thick pink towel and his body sheathed in such a sexy little babydoll of the same hue. His body gave away what his mind was thinking. As he gazed at the reflection in the mirror, his penis began to grow and thicken. How could he think this way, he thought. I’m a boy! Just then the door opened and Carolyn inched thru. Chris just about jumped out of his skin with embarrassment. He turned away to hide the source of his shame as Carolyn let out a giggle.
“You look darling,” she said, grinning inside as she caught a peek of the boy in the vanity mirror, his attempt to hide his erection failing. “Here, let’s put this on,” she said as she held a diaphanous pink robe out for the boy to slip into. This was almost as bad, but it was, at least, somewhat longer and offered a degree of modesty. It too, was trimmed in lace at the shoulders, hem, and sleeves. With that, she took the boy’s hand and led him back into the bedroom.
Mary was there waiting, a glass of warm milk in her hand. “You look so precious,” she said as she handed the glass to the boy and kissed him on the cheek. “Drink this now; you’ll sleep better, dear. Carolyn will stay and dry your hair for you and tuck you in; I’ll be up later to kiss you good-night, Turning away, she winked at the pretty maid and left the room, closing the door behind her.
“Sit up on the bed here, Chrissy,” said Carolyn. Finish your nice warm milk and I’ll take care of your hair.”
Despite his embarrassment, the boy felt a delicious warmth sweep over him. He had never been pampered as he had since his arrival. He sat on the bed, his frilly robe spread out around him, as Carolyn removed the damp towel and began to brush his curly blond hair. Whether it was the result of such a long and exciting day, or warmth of his milk, his whole body seemed to relax. As the beautiful servant girl drew her soft hands over his scalp again and again, he seemed to float away into another world.”
“Isn’t this nice?” asked Carolyn, as the boy could only nod. “You’re as pretty as a little girl in your nightie. You smell so sweet and lovely, dear.”
Chris felt lovely, too. He had never felt anything like this. He couldn’t explain it. One part of him wanted to scream and run, but another part of him, held captive by the light caress of the silky lingerie, the gentle attentions of the maid, and the warmth of his bedtime drink refused to leave.
“So soft, so pretty,” he could hear Carolyn whisper in his ear. He could feel her fingers gently trace along his neck and down the bodice of the nightgown. “My beautiful little Christine,” she whispered as he laid back against her bosom, his mind lost in a trance.