Damsel In Distress Chapter 2

2. The new Beginning.

Duncan awoke early. His room smelt strongly of nail polish and he felt something silky on his chest. As requested he had bathed, shaved all over and covered himself in her moisturiser. He didn't go downstairs late last night for his customary milk drink but feeling naked minus all body hair he prepared straight for bed. Just before he put his light out Helen popped into his bedroom to check he'd done what she'd requested to her exact satisfaction. It was then Helen insisted she painted his nails before they retired for the night. She didn't seem to think they would have time in the morning. Duncan didn't complain he liked the smell. Perhaps that was why he slept badly or was it what he wore?

Helen was adamant. 'You have to do this.' She said, but he couldn't come to terms with the nightdress and panties she made him wear. He lifted the bed sheets inquisitively and peered at his feminised form. The rose printed crepe de chine chemise hung loosely around his body from its shoestring straps. It had risen slightly up his body during the night, exposing his hips and pantie clad bottom. She said it would help him get into the mood. "Start the day as you mean to go on," she had said. He didn't agree but it was late by the time she'd selected him a pretty floral dress, shoes, underwear, hat and handbag. Tired and past caring he wore what she selected. Lying in his bed he heard his parents rise, go downstairs and eat breakfast. Later his mum popped her head inside his room to say goodbye and wish them well on their day trip.

'Pooh!' She said wrinkling her nose. 'The pungent aroma of your sisters nail polish gets everywhere.'

Duncan blushed visibly.

'BEEP, BEEP.' The horn of dad's car sounded loudly.

'That'll be your impatient father. Must dash.'

Duncan heaved a sigh of relief grateful for the bed clothes tightly pulled around his neck that concealed the dainty straps of Helens nightdress.

'Bye.' He said as she shut the door behind her.