Caring Ways

Having recently moved into the area Peter had not yet got to know any of the residents. He was attracted to the neighbourhood by the well kept lawns, trimmed privet hedge and age profile of the retirees that mainly populated the area.

He had decided to skip through some of the back lanes on his way home from work having got the evening train. It was a quiet balmy evening and the air smelled of fresh cut grass. He could also just detect the smell of night scented stock as the evening drew to a close.

Passing an old style 1930s bungalow with a wooden veranda and beautifully planted garden he spotted two austerly dressed old ladies. One of the old dears was standing shakely on a small step ladder attempting to raise a heavy old fashioned watering can to water some hanging baskets. He was concerned that she would fall from the veranda and ran to assist.

"Ladies, please let me help you with that," he called as he ran up the flower lined pathway and up the steps to the veranda.

"Oh thank you dear, how kind." The old lady offered him the watering can as he reached out to take the weight from her. To his surprise the can was quite heavy and despite his regular working out he struggled to handle the weight of water and managed to spill quite a bit on his Harris tweed jacket..

He lowered the watering can to the veranda and offered his hand to help the old dear down from the step ladder.

"What a gentleman you are to take the trouble to help. Let me introduce myself, I am Winifred Goodweight and this is my sister Cecilia." Peter shook Winifred's hand and turned to greet Cecilia. "Good evening Winifred, Cecilia, my name is Peter and I have recently moved into the area. I bought number 43 just up the road and you are the first neighbours I have had the pleasure to meet. May I continue watering your plants for you? You have a most beautiful display, like an old cottage garden."

"Well Peter it is a pleasure to meet you. Cecilia why don't' you go and put the kettle on? I'm sure Peter will stay for tea and cake after he has finished watering the plants," commanded Winifred.

While Cecila went into the house Winifred began interrogating Peter as he watered the remainder of the planters. "Aren't you the handsome young man! No doubt you're married and are well settled?" Well no Winifred, I live alone and have not been lucky to meet the right person yet. I've literally just moved here from London seeking a slower, quieter pace of life.

"How interesting," remarked Winifred.

"I note from you dress style Peter that you like your clothes and you dress a little old for you age I might add but very dapper all the same! It's strange to see such taste in one so young."

"Yes," Peter replied "I buy a lot of my clothes in vintage clothing stores. I love the quality of the fabrics and the cut of vintage clothes."

"Well you must come in and see dear papa's clothes collection when you've finished watering the plants. He passed away some years ago and we have been reticent to give away his clothes he loved them so. They are probably just the vintage look you wear. Harris tweed jackets, corduroy trousers, argyle knitted vests and jumpers."

"Wow," Peter remarked "that would be great."

A short while later Cecilia arrived with a wonderfully tray set with bone china cups, scones, clotted cream and tea. She began to pour as Peter finished watering the last of the planters.

They sat and talked for a good half hour with the two ladies interrogating Peter in some detail as to his background and family status.

Having finished her tea Winnifred stood up and took Peter by the hand. "Come along now Peter let's go look at dear Papa's clothes. I am sure there is something we would be happy to give to such a dapper young man".

Winifred was quite forceful as she led Peter by the arm into the house and down a long dark hallway.

They entered a room at the back of the house, Winifred pulled the curtains flooding the room with light. The room looked out over a beautifully planted rear garden with tall trees defining the boundary. It was quite secluded and had great privacy.

As Peter turned back toward the room it looked like it had been left the way it was the day the sisters father died. On the back of the door hung a beautifully tailored heavy grey trench coat. Beside it hung a vintage brown woolen dressing gown with a gold braided belt and braid trimming around the sleeves and collar. The bed was made and turned down and resting on a pillow was an exquisite pair of beige pyjamas with a wine a medallion motif. A pair of brown carpet slippers lay on the floor by the bed.

Peter was taken aback at how spotless the room was and he was drawn to the bed and pyjamas. As Winnifred opened a large mahogany wardrobe Peter sat on the edge of the bed and gently caressed the pyjamas. He was a tad embarrassed by his gesture but he couldn't resist.

Winnifred caught his movements in the mirror inside the door of the wardrobe. "Do you like those pyjamas Peter she asked?" Caught off guard by the directness of her question and the fact that she had seen him touch the pyjamas he mumbled that he was drawn to the old style pattern and loved how soft old flannel pyjamas were.

Winnifred walked over to the the bed and lifted the pyjama jacket. She caressed Peters face with the top. The flannel was soapy soft to the touch and he could smell a faint musty smell of rose water as they caressed his skin. He began to glow with heat and he could feel his penis stirring in his trousers.

Would you like to try on dear old papa's pyjamas Peter? I'm sure Cecilia and I would be more than happy for you to wear them. Peter could hardly answer he was so excited at the thought but he declined feeling a little overawed by what was happening.

Now, now Peter don't be shy. What if you just tried on the jacket first? What harm could that do?

Winnifred began to remove Peter's Tweed jacket. Cecilia took the Jacket and lay it across the bed as Winnifred undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. She handed the shirt and tie to Cecilia who in return handed Winnifred the pyjamas jacket.

Winifred took the old pyjama jacket and undid the buttons. Slowly and with great ceremony she began to pull the right sleeve up over Peter's arm and across his shoulders. He offered his left arm as she drew the jacket together and began to close top button and work her way down. The buttons had yellowed with age and almost blended into the colour of the pyjamas. Small goose bumps made the hair on Peter''s body stand erect as the flannel caressed his skin.

By now Peter's penis was fully erect beneath his corduroy trousers. He was desperate to wear the pyjamas but mortified at the thought of the ladies seeing his engorged member.

He couldn't believe how soft and soapy the flannel felt. Winifred placed her hands upon his shoulders and turned him toward mirror on the back of the wardrobe door. He could see his reflection and gasped at how beautiful the pyjama top was and how feeble and disempowered he felt.

Well Peter don't you look exquisite. Are we prepared to go all the way? He was beyond resisting and feebly nodded his approval.

Winnifred started to undo his belt and trousers as Cecilia removed his shoes and socks. As his bare feet touched the deep pile carpet he squelched his toes gripping the carpet to anchor himself in his new reality as Winnifred pulled down his white cotton underpants.

"Well now Cecelia it looks like Peter is aroused by this whole affair. I'm sure that will change in time". Her comment and tone both intrigued and alarmed Peter.

Meanwhile Cecilia had made a small puddle of flannel on the floor with the pyjamas bottoms. She took Peter's left leg and placed it in the middle of the puddle and began to draw the bottoms up. When they were half way up to his knee she took his right leg and placed it into the bottoms. Peter gasped as the flannel swept past his thighs and up toward his groin and caressed his penis. Cecilia tucked the now closed pyjama jacket into the bottoms and tied them high above his belly button.

Peter could now see his pyjama clad body in the full length mirror of the wardrobe. He was elated, scared and ashamed having been dressed in an old pair of pyjamas by two powerful older women. He just wanted to melt into the flannel and let all his worries go.

Cecilia approached Peter from behind and draped the brown woolen dressing gown over his shoulders. Lifting his arms into the dressing gown she closed the gown and tied the belt around his waist. Winfried then placed the matching carpet slippers upon his feet.

How could this have happened? Within five minutes he had been stripped of his clothing and now stood in the bedroom of a two complete strangers wearing an old pair of pyjamas, dressing gown and carpet slippers. Yet he had loved every scintillating moment of it and felt that he had finally come home.

Winifred looked at Cecilia and smiled. "Cecilia darling I think we have just found a replacement for dear papa. It looks like our caring ways will be needed again."

With that Cecilia pulled open the other wardrobe door to reveal shelf after shelf of ancient flannel pyjamas in a myriad of patterns from traditional stripes to geometrics prints. Yes Winifred, I was beginning to fear that papas pyjamas would never be needed again. It looks like there are many years of life left in them yet. Eh Peter? Let's get you something to eat before we tuck you into bed shall we?

As Winifred and Cecilia tucked Peterkins in they carefully placed his pyjama clad arms atop the blankets by his side. As they withdrew from the room Cecilia gathered up Peter's clothes and shoes. 'You won't be needing these for a while Peterkins so we shall safely put them away for you. Standing by the door Winifred looked sternly at Peter and informed him that any inappropriate touching or playing with his manhood would not be tolerated and would result in a painful spanking. As they turned off the light and pulled the door tightly behind them Peterkins could hear a heavy clunk as the door was locked.

Peter knew he was trapped but was unperturbed. He had always fantasised about such a scenario and despite his nervousness could not believe his luck. He enjoyed being under the spell of such powerful older women as he lay in a strange bed wearing an old pair of beautifully soft flannel pyjamas. He was ridden with a delightful anxiety that seemed to heighten his arousal.

Reaching under the blankets he could not resist caressing his member through the pyjama bottoms. Despite his highly aroused state of mind and continued fondling he couldn't raise an erection and was becoming increasingly frustrated with his lack of performance.

30 minutes later he was exasperated. What the hell is going on he thought? He turned over onto his face and pressed hard against the mattress with his arms down by his side caressing his legs through the pyjamas. Yet despite all his efforts nothing was stirring.

Soon he began to sweat and grew tired; the excitement of the day's events catching up on him.

Peterkins awoke some time later with a desperate urge to pee. He crept out of bed and fumbled toward the door using the light under the doorway as his guide. He pulled desperately at the handel to get out of the room but forgot that the door had been locked as Winifred and Cecilia left the room. He softley called their names but to no avail. After 15 minutes of pleading and whimpering he returned to bed and squirmed up in a foetal position to ease the pain. 30 minutes later he was in agony and pee began to dribble from his member. Suddenly there was a rush of warmth as a flood of urine drenched his pyjamas. He was totally ashamed and began to cry at the predicament he found himself in.

Two minutes later Winnifred and Cecilia entered the room dressed in flannel floral pyjamas and wearing quilted housecoats. Winnifred carried a basin of hot water, a sponge and a bath towel. Dear, dear, dear Peterkins. Why did you not call us, asked Winifred?

Cecilia darling can you fetch a clean pair of pyjamas and a change of bedclothes while I wash Peterkins down and put on more appropriate attire for our little bedwetter?

Winifred began to undress Peterkins. She pulled the cord on his pyjamas bottoms and the sodden mass of flannel dropped like a stone. Gently she undid the jacket buttons and having removed it from Peterkins now shivering body she began to was him with warm soapy water. Again, and despite the sensuous nature of the act, Peterkins had no stirrings between his legs. He was alarmed that his previously virile member was now totally useless.

Gently drying him off with a beautifully soft towel Winifred picked up what appeared to be an adult disposable nappy. She opened it up and began to slip it between Peterkins legs. 'Now Peterkins, this will help protect you from any further accidents tonight'. As she closed the tabs either side of his body Peterkins began to sob as the shame of his situation began to dawn on him.

Cecilia had been busy changing the bed and now approached Peterkins with a pair of white flannel pyjamas with a rich blue paisley motif. For the second time that evening Peterkins found himself being draped in exquisite flannel pyjamas by the two imposing spinsters. Yet this time he was absolutely helpless and wished to go home. He could not understand how he had been devolved of his power and autonomy by the power of these two older ladies.Where would this end?

As he was led back to bed like a wayward imbecile Winifred hinted that his manhood would no longer perform as it had previously done and that any attempt to satiate his desires would end in tears and frustration.

Better he desist from any such behaviour and simply accept his new status as the child in the house and refrain from any attempt to play with himself. Peterkins was taken aback at her words and worried by the evidence. 'What have you done to me?' he cried. Now, now Peterkins, piped Cecilia, a little potion in your milk helps to reduce any adult desires. It is early days yet but by the end of the week you will have little or no appetite for such behaviour and will be dutifully compliant with our wishes and desires.

As Peterkins sat on the bed Cecilia gently lifted his pyjamas clad legs up onto the bed while Winifred pushed his torso down. They took time laying him out on the bed and ensured his pyjamas were correctly covering all of his body. To add weight to her statement Cecila patted and caressed his manhood through the flannel and the nappy. It was a highly sensuous act yet nothing was stirring down below. Cecilia continued to pat his manhood as Winifred began to pull the blankets up over his legs. Together they tightly tucked him in with his arms down by his side. Now Peterkins we will know if you move your arms during the night and there will be consequences in the morning if you do so. Now off to beddybies for you and dream of a life of pyjama servitude.

Almost a year had passed since Peter had come under the spell of Winnifred and Cecilia.

Not once during that time had he experienced the normality of getting up and dressed in day clothes.

His life had been transformed to a simple routine of being awoke and gently defrocked of his pyjamas by Cecila whilst Winifred ran a piping hot bath. Once he had been thoroughly washed and bathed he would be dressed in an exquisitely soft pair of pyjamas and brought down for breakfast.

Over the year, and due in part to Peter's complete lack of activity, he had put on considerable weight; forcing him to wear increasingly ridiculous oversized pyjamas. In addition Peter had noticed some unusual changes in his body shape. He now had a rather feminine pear shaped bottom and was developing quite large breasts which sagged painfully beneath his pyjama top.

It was also perhaps almost a year since he had last had an erection despite the deliriously sensual nature of his day time pyjamaring.

Winifred and Cecila had commented on his changing shape and the loss of his virility. They often teased that he was changing into a beautiful woman.

The thought had occurred to Peter that both ladies could be working toward just such an outcome but what could he do? He was completely in their power and no one had noticed his disappearance from the world.

This morning had started just like any other day with Peter being undressed and bathed by the two sisters. However when it came to getting dressed Peter noticed an unusual pair of pyjamas sitting on the radiator. They were pale pink with little lavender and green flowers.

Winifred helped peter step out of the bath as Cecilia wrapped a volumnious soft cerese bath robe around his body. The two ladies dried him vigorously and sprinkled rose perfumed talc beneath the folds of skin on his breasts and between his legs.

'Now Peterkins we have an exquisite pair of ladies pyjamas for you to wear today. We have had them made especially for you and the time has come for you to begin your transformation'. As Cecila spoke Winifred pulled the pyjamas off the radiator where they had been warming. She slowly shook out the top and approached Peterkins holding the top by the shoulders. Cecila pushed his arms forward and simultaneously offered them to the jacket. Strangely both his arms went into the sleeves first as Winifred pulled the top toward his back. Peterkins realise that the pyjama top was buttoned from the back and had a frilly pleated front. He was beyond embarrassment but objected to being forced to wear such feminine attire. As Winifred closed the top button he noticed that his hands were incapacitateda with padded mittens that were sewn into the sleeves. What the hell was he being forced to wear?

Cecilia now approached with the bottoms. As she made a puddle of flannel on the floor Winifred placed an adult incontinence nappy between his leg. It had been a long time since he had wet the bed that first night but he had never again been let feel the softness of flannel between his legs. Closing up the nappy with an further generous sprinkle of of talk Winifred patted his manhood and instructed Cecilia to complete his pyjamaing.

Cecilia lifted his right foot and placed it in the puddle of flannel as she began to pull up the bottoms. He could feel the softness of the flannel as it caressed his legs. He leaned on Cecilia's shoulders as he placed his left foot into the bottoms. He had a slight problem as he could not quite get his foot to the bottom of the leg. It was then that he realised that the ankles were elasticated and the bottoms were footed. Cecilia helped ease the elastic over his ankles and swiftly pulled the bottoms fully up. She finished his pyjamaing by tucking the top into the bottoms and turning Peterkins sideways to look in the full length mirror. The only part of his body not encased in the softest flannel was his head. He was taken aback and slightly disturbed at how feminine he looked but he liked what he saw and felt strangely aroused.

Over the last year his hair had grown quite long; almost to his shoulders and with his pear shaped bottom and visible bosom he looked like an attractive, though slightly plump, young woman.

Viewing the entire pyjamas for the first time he saw how exquisite they were with the tiny lilac and green flower pattern on the pale pink background. They had a Peter Pan collar with tiny little pleats falling from his bosom. Not his usual bedtime attire but beautiful to feel.

He could not resist caressing his body with his mitten clad hands but was somehow disconnected from his reality. He felt incredibly sensuous and aroused but could feel nothing stirring below. His manhood was now totally neutered.

Now Peterkins, don't you look sweet in your pretty feminine pyjamas? Winnifred's voice pulled him from his imagination. We are now well on the path to forced feminisation and ladies pyjamas will be the norm for you from now on. Indeed soon you will have no desire to ever wear masculine clothes again.