That Old Chesnut
A Petticoat Punishment (forced fem) Story
“Stop frowning so much Peter,” Jenny gripes, placing a latte down on the coffee table in front of him. “Your pretty face will get stuck like it.”
Peter folds his arms tight. “You two are planning something. I know I’m not going to like it, so why would I smile, Aunt Jenny?”
“How do you know that we’ve got something planned?” Keri asks, nudging her son as she sits next to him. “Could it be that you’ve caused a heap of trouble?”
“I can see the sparkle in Auntie’s eyes,” Peter remarks. “Look, I said I was sorry. It’s not my fault that the school doesn’t know how to take a joke.”
“A joke!?” Keri gasps. “You drove the principles car off a cliff! How is that a joke, Peter? People could have been killed!”
Keri quickly shakes her head, not wanting to go over old ground. “Look…I’m not getting into this again. Your aunt has promised to help me with discipline this time.”
“We’re going to straighten you out Peter,” Jenny smiles, sitting in an armchair. “You can’t keep acting out as you have been.”
“Like crap you’re going to do anything,” Peter growls in frustration. “You two just don’t understand what it’s like for me.”
“See Jenny,” Keri says, starting to get emotional. “He just doesn’t want to learn. He makes me feel so guilty!”
“Well, you shouldn’t have pushed dad away!” Peter sneers, giving his mom a filthy look.
“That’s not f-fair!” Keri replies with a crack of emotion.
Jenny leans back in her seat and confidently smiles. “So, Peter…,” she says. “Tell me, what is the most important thing in your life?”
Peter pulls a cheeky smile as he looks in Jenny’s direction. “I ain’t telling you that. Do you think I’m stupid or something!?”
“Oh…,” Jenny grins, reaching for her phone. “Let me show you something quickly and let’s see what your reaction is.”
“I don’t wanna be rude Auntie Jenny, but you’re wasting your time.”
Jenny then holds up her phone and shows Peter a picture of his pride and joy. Last summer he restored an old Harley Davidson motorcycle. He’s so pleased with it; he only rides it on special occasions. Yet, she has a picture of it.
“My bike,” Peter reacts, trying not to overreact. “What about it?”
Jenny gives Keri a confident grin, before swiping to show Peter another image on her phone.
“Look Peter,” she laughs, knowing she has the upper hand. “Your uncle has it down at the junkyard. Just so happens to be hanging over the crusher. Would be a shame if all that work went to waste because you wouldn’t let ol’ auntie Jenny help you.”
Peter’s eyes grow wide as he looks at his bike danglingly from a crane. “You f’ing dare. Just you f’ing dare!”
“I don’t care if you hate me, Peter,” Jenny continues, putting away her phone. “If you don’t listen, I will send the signal to your uncle and in the blink of an eye—that bike will be dust.”
“I HATE you BOTH!” Peter reacts angrily, slapping the coffee table hard with his hand. “You make me wanna get up, leave and never come back!”
“What’s stopping you?” Jenny says frankly, leaning back confidently in her chair. “Go on…leave. Do us all a favor.”
Peter looks over at his mom for support. He knows when he gets angry, she usually caves in. He knows that once she starts sobbing and crying, she’s given in, but today things are different. His mom is crying, but she’s desperately looking away. She doesn’t want to even look at him.
“Mom…?” Peter says softly, trying to gain her attention. “Why would you let this witch do this to me!? Mom…!?”
Keri sniffs in and wipes at her eyes. “I’ve….,” she says, trying to talk through the tears. “I’ve had enough Peter. I can’t deal with this anymore.”
“So, what’s it to be Peter…?” Jenny leans forward in her seat. “Are you going to allow ol’ auntie here to correct your unruly behavior or is it goodbye to your precious bike!?”
Peter looks longingly over at his mother, expecting her to see the sad look in his eyes. “Mom…?” he says, giving it one last try at manipulating her.
Keri wipes again at her red watery eyes. She stands, avoiding any eye contact with her son. Grabbing her jacket, she swiftly puts it on.
“I’m g-going.” She says through the tears.
As she turns to the exit, she looks back at them both. Peter can see how upset she is, and he’s stunned that she’s leaving him here. “Peter, do as my sister tells you.”
Peter quickly stands to join her. He doesn’t have any other way of getting home. “Mom…,” he calls out, wanting to chase after her.
“Sit boy,” Jenny commands. “If you don’t listen to me right now, say goodbye to your bike.”
Peter looks down at the sinister expression on his auntie’s face. Then he looks at the living room door and his mom is nowhere to be seen. She’s gone. She’s left him here.
“M-mom…?” he calls out, taking a single step forward.
“She’s had enough Peter,” Jenny says, standing to place a hand on his shoulder. “We’ve agreed that this is the best thing for you right now.”
“I….,” peter replies, sitting back down on the sofa. “Hate you.”
“Good,” Jenny says confidently. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I feel you need to learn respect for your mother. It’s not been easy on her y’know. Trying to raise a confident boy on her own. “
Peter stares vacantly at the wall. He’s in shock that his mom has left. She’s always had his back, no matter how bad he’s been. He knows the guilt she holds for his father leaving, it usually softens her to his cause.
“Are you listening to me, Peter?” Jenny gripes, kicking him in the shin.
“W-what?”
“You need to learn respect for your mother,” Jenny continues. “So, here’s the deal. You are to live with me for six months. You WILL do as you are told. Any disagreement will lead to punishment.”
Peter just stares at his Aunties face as she talks. The vein on her head is popping out, so he knows she’s serious.
“We’ve both agreed that you are to live these next six months as a woman. With my help, you are to become Penny, my sweet and polite niece.”
Peter is stunned. He’s speechless.
“Ah good,” Jenny smiles, leaning back in her chair. “I see you’ve understood what I’ve said. This is to happen straight away. Upstairs you will find we’ve got you everything a young woman needs. I’ve even got a selection of forms for you to choose from.”
“W…w…. w-what?” Peter asks, still trying to process.
“I understand this will be punishment at first Peter,” Jenny says. “But yes, I want you to have control over what Penny looks like. I believe you will learn a lot from this.”
“P-penny...?” Peter asks, his mouth wide open.
