Julian's Date -5- "Tying a Knot in His Undies" :: BigCloset Classic :: BigCloset TG Stories <br /> June 2001 to November 2004

Marie puts the squeeze on Julian and Catrice takes a hand...

5 - Tying a Knot in His Undies

by jijillian

Catrice giggled, it was what she did best.

Julian squirmed. The idea of wearing girl's underwear excited and frightened him. A glance at his reflection also startled him. In the moments since Marie returned from her rollcall, he'd forgotten he was wearing his sister's blonde wig. With his nails painted and a towel wrapped around him girl-fashion as well, it would have been difficult for anyone to recognize him as Marie's little brother. He looked a lot more like the little sister she didn't have.

"You're going to be so cute, Julie," said Catrice, furthering the illusion. Nearly everyone called Julian, 'Julie,' however, even his father.

Marie went to her dresser and began opening drawers. "First things first, little--sis," she barely hesitated. Not finding what she was looking for in the dresser, she shifted to the tall chest of drawers next to it. "Somewhere here, I've got just the thing for you."

"Huh?" said Julian.

"You'll see," promised Marie.

Catrice giggled again and Julian repressed another urge to flee. Marie's promises were not always something to be looked forward to. He made himself sit still. He'd said he'd go through with this masquerade and he really wanted to do so, despite his frequent protests. He'd looked up to his big sister all his life, taking her place on a date with her boyfriend Davy was literally, a dream come true. An embarrassing thing to admit to himself, but there it was.

"Ah ha!" said Marie. She pulled a long thin box from the next to lowest drawer. "This is it."

"What is it?" asked Catrice.

"Remember when I played Juliet last year? I got this to wear as part of my costume." She opened the box and carefully took out the satiny, lacy, white lingerie decorated with pink ribbons. Holding it up, she announced, "It's a corset." She grinned and decided not to mention that she had found the monstrous piece of antiquated underwear too horribly uncomfortable to wear for the three or four hours necessary to perform in a play.

Julian had heard of corsets but didn't really know much about them. He did think the satin and lace looked pretty, though. He blushed a little to think of wearing such a thing. "You're going to give it to me?" he asked his sister.

"Uh huh," she said. "It'll help give you more shape. You can have it as long as you promise to always wear it when you're dressed as a girl." She grinned. That should keep Julian from doing this too often, she thought.

Julian nodded vaguely. "Okay, how do I put it on?"

"Well," said Marie. "You have to have help." She opened the laces wide and handed the corset to Julian. "Just--take off the wig, for now," she ordered.

Reluctantly, Julian removed the blonde wig, putting it back on the wig stand Marie had left on the dresser. The girls helped him pull the corset on over his head, settling it around his waist. None of them realized this wasn't really the way the garment was usually donned. It had both front and back lace-up closures, but they didn't want to completely unlace either set, thus the unorthodox process.

A soft fabric lined the inside of the garment and Julian felt a bit excited by the unusual feel. He could also feel the stiff boning at intervals around his middle. The stays were made of plastic-coated steel, sewn into the layers of semi-stretchy fabric.

"This is a corset," Marie explained while sorting out the laces and ribbons. "It covers you from ribs to hips. A corselette would have a built in bra, too."

"A bra," Julian said. He giggled a bit. Would Marie be lending him--no, giving him--one of her bras? Catrice giggled, too, just for company.

Marie quickly tightened the front laces and tied them off. The ends of the laces were made of decorative ribbon and Marie tied them first in hard knots and then in pretty bows to hide the knots. Behind the laces, front and back, stiff fabric kept the cords from biting into Julian's flesh as his sister began tightening the ones in back. "Take a deep breath and let it all out," she ordered Julian.

He did so. "Oof," he said as Marie squeezed even more air out of him by tightening the corset. The stays caused him to straighten his lower back while the stiff fabric compressed his middle.

Marie held her fingers on the laces while she mentally measured Julian's waist and how much more she might be able to tighten things. "Can you breathe okay?" she asked him.

"Uh huh," he said. Experimentally, he inhaled and exhaled. He couldn't take a really deep breath easily but he had no real trouble breathing. He kind of liked the feel of the corset around him, it felt secure somehow.

Marie tied a quick bow knot in the laces. "We'll let you get used to wearing it before we tighten it more. Catrice, there's a yellow measuring tape in that drawer, let's measure him."

Catrice retrieved the tape then giggled. "Her," she suggested as she handed the tape to Marie.

"Huh?"

"Julie is a her, not a him, now," Catrice explained.

Marie grinned, watching Julian's face turn bright red. Time to back off on the pressure some, the thought. "How about it, Julie? You want to be a girl from now to when you get back from your date? It'll be part of the fun?"

"Uh?" said Julian. Fear of what might happen if Davy didn't like the masquerade, if his parents found out, if the story got spread around school, seized him and he stammered. "Uh, no? I mean, uh...."

"Come on, Julie," said Catrice. "You're going to be a pretty girl and we'll have lots of fun." Impulsively, she leaned down and kissed him in the cheek, giggling.

"Okay?" he said. "I guess, I mean, are you sure Davy won't mind?"

"Positive," Marie lied since she hadn't told Davy anything about the masquerade yet. The whole point of this exercise had originally been to embarrass Julian and Davy for planning to go to the concert while she stayed home and suffered from her period. She winced from another pang that only reinforced her intent to go through with her vengeance.

"And Mom and Dad aren't going to come home?"

"Nope," said Marie. The Delacorte parents had gone out to one of their charity events, they'd be occupied until after midnight. They might be home before Julian returned from the date, if Davy actually took the feminized boy to the concert. Marie was betting he wouldn't. At the moment, Marie didn't care whether their folks found out; Julian would bear the brunt of any parental displeasure, she felt sure.

"And you guys won't tell anyone about this?" Julian asked.

Catrice had her ankles crossed out of Julian's sight so she cheerfully said, "No! 'Course not."

Marie snorted. "Everybody knows my brother is a fruit, why would I want to prove it to them?" Pictures, she thought, I'm going to need pictures for future blackmail purposes.

"Okay, then," said Julian/Julie quietly. "I'm your little sister for the night." She wanted to squeal and cringe and laugh and run away screaming but she held still and smiled up at Marie.

The older Delacorte sister frowned. Julie wasn't supposed to enjoy this too much. "Let me measure your waist, sis," she said.

Julie lifted her arms. "Twenty four and one-half inches," said Marie after measuring. "That's pretty small for a boy's waist, even with the corset already partly tightened."

Catrice giggled. "Julie isn't a boy," she pointed out.

"Not tonight," agreed Julie with a matching giggle.

"I'm going to tighten the laces again," said Marie. She undid the knot behind Julie's back, keeping tension on the cords. "Take another deep breath and let it all out," she ordered.

Julie did so, working hard to expel all of her breath.

Marie yanked the cords tight and quickly tied another easy knot. "Still okay breathing?" she asked.

"Oof," said Julie. She gulped air, breathing shallowly in and out. "I'm fine," she said bravely. The corset squeezed her middle in the most wonderful way, she thought. Like shaving her body, wrapping the sarong, getting her nails done and wearing the wig, the corset made her feel as if the transformation from boy to pretty girl were real. And permanent. What if Marie made her wear the corset from now on? She'd have to get an excuse not to go to gym class, she thought happily.

A new measurement revealed that Julie's waist had shrunk another three-quarters of an inch. "Bet we can get it down to twenty one inches," Marie speculated. She'd only been able to stand two and a quarter inches of corseting herself to a size slightly smaller than Julie had already achieved. "You're a skinny wench," she told her "sister".

Julie giggled. So did Catrice, who wasn't skinny. Julie now had the smallest waist of the three of them, probably more than two inches smaller than Julian had started with.

Quickly, Marie took Julie's other essential measurements. A twenty-eight inch bust line and twenty-six inch hips confirmed Julie's skinniness. "We're going to have to pad your butt," she said. "Luckily, I've got just the thing,"

"What is it?" Julie asked.

"Later," promised Marie. "Do you want some hose to wear?"

"Uh," said Julie, hesitating only a moment. "Yeah?"

Marie grinned. She fetched a pair of white hose. "If you ruin these putting them on, I'm not going to give you another pair," she warned.

"I'll be careful," Julie promised.

Marie showed her how to gather them up and slip her feet into the silky stockings. "These are real hose, not panty hose," said Marie. "You've got garters on the corset to hold them up."

Julie stood up to finish working the hose up over her thighs. Marie showed her how to make sure the hose were straight, how to get out wrinkles and how to fasten the stockings with the garters. A white on white lacy pattern decorated the delicate fabric and Julie thought her legs looked fantastic.

She also noticed that the corset kept her from bending at the waist, she had to bend at her hips. It felt both awkward and graceful and Julie decided that she loved it. She stretched out her legs to admire how they looked in her new stockings.

"Lemme put your wig back on," said Marie. Julie smiled, watching her pretty reflection while her sister placed and adjusted the blonde hairpiece.

Catrice giggled. Marie glanced at her friend and noticed that the short girl had her gaze fixed on Julie's crotch. If he's got another hard-on, she thought, I'll have Catrice take care of it. Sure enough, with the resilience of the adolescent male, Julie's anomalous equipment had recovered enough to be stiffly obvious.

Julie glanced down at what the other two were looking at. "Damn," she said.

Marie shot Catrice a look. Catrice giggled, then volunteered, "Let me do it, Julie."

"Huh?" said Julie, so startled that she stumbled back and sat down abruptly on the vanity stool. The evidence of her true sex stood up in her lap like the controller of some bizarre video game.

"Gimme some tissue," said Catrice. She knee-walked to Julie and seized the root of the problem. Marie handed her a wad of Kleenex. Catrice quickly began stroking Julie to a gasping climax. Julie tried to protest, she even put a hand down to stop the little blonde. But Catrice didn't hesitate, she didn't pause.

The corset seemed to restrict Julie's breathing more and in a very strange way, enhanced her sensations. She felt this orgasm from the top of her curly blonde head to the tip of her painted and lace-covered toes. Electric pleasures rippled throughout her being. Her third orgasm in just over an hour had to be the best one of all. She'd never felt such an intense sensation, it left her weak and a bit dazed.

Catrice giggled as she wiped up the mess with a tissue. Julie giggled. She wanted to protest that things were too sensitive down there to be rubbing and scrubbing on them. Her breath came in short gasps and her orgasm seemed to linger in her nerves. The world felt larger, brighter, louder. She wanted to say something but words and breath were hard to find. She wanted someone to cuddle and a place to take a nap.

"I wanna pierce her ears," said Catrice.

"Slow down your breathing, Julie," Marie ordered. "You're gonna hyperventilate and pass out."

Julie tried to slow down her panting. If only she could get a really deep breath, she'd be able to do it.

"Breathe in, one, two, three," said Maire. "Hold it, one, two, three. Breathe out, one, two, three. Hold it, one, two, three. In, one, two, three, four. Wait, one, two, three, four. Out, one, two, three, four. Wait, one, two three, four." Marie repeated the instructuions she had learned in the yoga classes she took last year until Julie fell into the rhythm.

Still the orgasm lingered, somehow. The soft breathing seemed to float Julie out of her body. She closed her eyes but imagined that she could still see the room. She could see Catrice kneeling beside the vanity stool. She could see Marie standing beside her. She could see their whole house; her own room, down the hall; Doobie, her mom's canary, tweedling away in the cage in her parents' bedroom. He could see the house from the outside; the garage and the attached screened-in room for patio parties; old Tosser, the Australian sheepdog, a year older than Julie herself, sleeping in the backyard. He could see their neighborhood, their town, the suburbs that stretched toward the city, the bay, the Pacific Ocean, the world.

"Don't fall asleep," Marie warned her. Julie didn't answer except to shake her head. Marie's voice had caught her somewhere between Venus and Mars and she still felt caught up in the awe of it all. "Are you enjoying this?" Marie asked. Julie nodded, smiling. She wondered vaguely why anyone bothered to do drugs when a corset and a handjob felt this good.

"Okay, Julie do you know how to fold things down there?"

"Huh?"

"Uh," Marie had read about this but had never seen it in practice. "Your boy stuff," she said. "You can fold it back so it's out of the way, can't you? Then I'll give you some tight panties to keep it there?"

Julie considered. "I can fold it up inside me," she said. Talking broke the rhythm of her breathing but she didn't mind so much. The world seemed golden and soft and even Marie seemed like the sweetest sister anyone could ever have.

"All of it?" Marie asked, wondering if Julie had really understood her.

Julie nodded. "Sure, I do it a lot."

"Why?" asked Catrice, forgetting to giggle.

Julie waggled her head, unable to explain.

"I gotta see this," said Marie. "Show us."

A little reluctant to touch things down there and disturb the illusion she had been enjoying, Julie spread her thighs apart slightly and tentatively touched herself. The other girls leaned closer to peer at what she was doing. With her first and third fingers, Julie poked Tom and Harry down into the folds of her boy-sack, then up into her body cavity. Then, with her longer middle finger, she poked Dick down and back until he, too, disappeared.

Catrice and Marie gasped.

Using her left hand, Julie folded the flesh of her boy-sack to simulate vaginal lips, then closed her thighs on it all. What could be seen of her crotch looked impossibly smooth and very feminine.

Catrice giggled. Marie asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Nuh-huh," said Julie. "If I wear an old pair of my undershorts, tight ones, I can keep it all up inside me for hours as long as I remember not to spread my legs too much."

"Do you do this a lot?"

Julie blushed and nodded again.

"All the time?"

"No," said Julie. "Not all the time."

"But a lot, huh?" Marie snorted. "No wonder you walk like you've got a twinkie shoved up your ass."

Julie and Catrice both giggled.

Marie turned to searching in her chest of drawers. She found an old pair of her own undies, nylon panties trimmed in lace. They didn't seem likely to be tight enough on Julie's slender bottom for the purpose so she kept looking. Eventually she found them, the tap pants she had worn as an eleven-year-old. Luckily, she never threw anything out. These would be tight enough to hold Julie's little secrets in their hiding place, she thought, and stretchy enough not to be too binding. Besides, the prettiest, pale pink lace decorated the legs and waistband. Julie would love them.

She handed them to her new sister, "Put these on, they'll hold things in for you better than anything, I bet."

Wonderingly, Julie slipped the tap pants over her feet with her newly painted toenails and up to her thighs. She stood up, carefully, keeping things in place with one hand. Giggling, Catrice helped her pull the tight undies into position.

Julie turned to look at her reflection in the mirror. Nothing showed of her boyhood between her legs, even when she let her thighs spread apart a bit. Inside, she could feel the snug fit, the stretchy crotch of the tight fitting panties held everything up inside making her as flat as any other girl.

She put an arm acoss her non-existent breasts. Only her flat chest still suggested a boy might live inside her disguise.

"Let me tighten your corset again," said Marie, moving to the laces on her sisters back. "Catrice, hold her hands."

The little round blonde scrambled to her feet and took Julie's hands in hers. "You're so pretty," she whispered. The new girl smiled back at her.

"Count your breaths, Julie," said Marie. "This will be the last time I tighten these tonight."

Obediently, Julie began counting. "In, one, two, three, four. Hold, one , two, three, four. Out, one, two, three, fo-oh!-ur." At 'four' of each counted exhale, Marie yanked the laces tighter.

"Pretty Julie," said Catrice the first time, then "Davy's going to fall in love," the second time.

After three times through the cycle, Marie tied things off. I'll bet we've got her down to 21 inches, she thought. It's a wonder she doesn't pass out.

Julie felt a new orgasmic sensation. A bodiless wave of pleasure swept into her mind carrying away all thought. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"Pretty Julie, can I pierce your ears?" asked Catrice.

With an invisible ocean roaring in her ears and her mind melting like a sand castle at high tide, Julie fainted before she could nod her head.

Note: TG deals femdom corset teens rated-X
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