Chrissy's New Life Part 3

"I'm afraid we have a slight problem, dear," spoke Aunt 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, I said as I 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."

Although I was embarrassed by the presence of the two ladies in the bath
in such unfamiliar surroundings I didn't dare refuse the kindness of my
host. I covered myself beneath the suds and sat quietly while Carolyn
soaped my back and scrubbed me with a soft brush. I hadn't been "given"
a bath since early childhood. Despite my confused state, Carolyn's
efforts were pleasurable. As she knelt at the side of the tub and began
lathering my scalp, my eyes were drawn again and again to the low cut
neckline of her uniform. Carolyn was well endowed in that department,
and peeking through the sudsy lather, I watched intently as her cleavage
shook so closely to my face. Taking the hand sprayer, she rinsed the
soap from my hair, running her beautifully manicured fingers through my
curls. Retrieving a fluffy pink towel from the cabinet, she held it out
and motioned me out of the tub.

"Don't be embarrassed, dear," she said with a grin. I do have brothers,
you know."

I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it tightly around myself as I
stepped from the tub. Carolyn had already taken another and began to
vigorously dry my hair. She then wrapped the towel about my head and,
giving it a twist, left it bound as I had seen my mother do so many
times before with her hair after shampooing. Carolyn surprised me
further, however, when while I looked away, she had begun to douse my
hairless upper body with body powder. I felt my face turn hot as I
blushed, 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 mistress has found you
something
nice to wear."

At last I was alone again. Just as I finished drying myself, I heard the
two women return to the room.

"It seems you'll have to borrow something from Susan's wardrobe,
Chrissy," Aunt 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 bathroom, and what she carried in her hands caused
my jaw to drop. Carolyn offered the frilly pink baby-doll and matching
panties me and I was stunned. The little baby-doll 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!" I said loudly.

Hearing that, Aunt Mary joined us in the bathroom and put her arm around
me. "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," I whimpered.

Now, you put them on and I'll find you a robe to wear. That'll be better
then, won't it?" asked my host.

"Well, I guess so," I replied as I still felt my face being warm. Aunt
Mary and Carolyn left the room and closed the door behind them. I lifted
the dainty little panties and resigned myself to a night in girl's
frillies. I stepped into them carefully and pulled them up my legs. To
my surprise, they felt wonderful, so soft and silky. Then raising my
arms, I slipped the short baby-doll over my head and let it float down
over my slim body. It too felt delicious, but that that was something
that would forever remain my SECRET. I turned to look in the full-length
mirror on the back of the door. The sight that met me gave me a
shudder.
Standing there on the fluffy carpet, I could have been mistaken for a
girl, my hair bundled up beneath a thick pink towel and my body sheathed
in such a sexy little baby-doll of the same hue. My body gave away what
my mind was thinking. As I gazed at the reflection in the mirror, my
penis began to grow and thicken. "How could I think this way", I
thought. "I'm a boy!" Just then the door opened and Carolyn inched threw
I just about jumped out of my skin with embarrassment. I turned away to
hide the source of my shame as Carolyn let out a giggle.

"You look darling," she said, grinning inside as she caught a peek of me
in the vanity mirror, my attempt to hide my erection failing. "Here,
let's put this on," she said as she held a diaphanous pink robe out for
me 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 my hand and led me
back into the bedroom.

Aunt Mary was there waiting, a glass of warm milk in her hand. "You look
so precious, my girl," she said as she handed the glass to me and
kissed
me 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 my embarrassment, I felt a delicious warmth sweep over me. I had
never been pampered as I had since my arrival. I sat on the bed; my
frilly robe spread out around me, as Carolyn removed the damp towel and
began to brush my curly blond hair. Whether it was the result of such a
long and exciting day, or warmth of my milk, my whole body began to
relax. As the beautiful servant girl drew her soft hands over my scalp
again and again, I began to float away into another world.

"Isn't this nice?" asked Carolyn, as I could only nod. "You're as pretty
as a little girl in your baby-doll. You smell so sweet and lovely,
dear."

I felt lovely, too. I had never felt anything like this. I couldn't
explain it. One part of me wanted to scream and run, but another part of
me, held captive by the light caress of the silky lingerie, the gentle
attentions of the maid, and the warmth of my bedtime drink refused to
leave.

"So soft, so pretty," I could hear Carolyn whisper in my ear. I could
feel her fingers gently trace along my neck and down the bodice of the
nightgown. "My beautiful little Christine," she whispered as I lay back
against her bosom, my mind lost in a trance.

I felt her red-tipped finger draw across my lips and my body shivered to
her touch. I hardly took note as she laid me back on the silken sheets,
running one hand through my hair and the other down and under my frilly
baby doll. She pulled my lacy little panties down a bit and freed my
penis, now hard and throbbing. I shuddered in delight as she took a
frilly hankie from her bodice and wrapping it around my shaft, began to
stroke me. My senses were overloaded, the touch of the silky nightgown
on my body, the fragrance of the room, the sight of Carolyn bending as
she ministered to me, and the feather-like stroking of my genitals
controlling my mind. Finally, as she caressed my lips with her own and I
tasted the creamy red gloss that covered them; my whole body shuddered
in a spasm. My boyish juice exploded into the silken handkerchief.

Carolyn smiled down at me and gently cleaned me. I had never in my life
felt so wondrous. Lifting my back from the cool sheets, she removed my
robe, and now, dressed only in my baby-doll with their matching panties,
she pulled the coverlet over me. Aunt Mary returned and said," Well
Chrissy my dear girl you should sleep well now that Carolyn has relaxed
you. She leant over and kissed me on the lips. Carolyn followed her
mistress's lead and also kissed me on the lips and whispered, "Good-
night, Chrissy; sleep tight." She turned off the light and closed the
door behind her and Aunt Mary, leaving me asleep and dreaming.

My sleep was filled with dreams that would have disturbed me had they
remained in my memory more than a fleeting moment. In my dream, I had
found myself back at St. Mark's Academy for Boys in the room I shared
with two other students. What surprised me, however, was that while the
other two wore their pajamas as they climbed into bed, I found myself
dressed in a blue satin gown. The dream was hardly surprising for that
night, visiting the home of Mrs. Alexander, a local woman who had
befriended me; I had, indeed, gone to bed dressed in a frilly baby-doll
borrowed from her daughter's wardrobe as I had left my suitcase behind.