A Very Tully Christmas 8

By David

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A Very Tully Christmas

By David

The characters in this story are based on my series, Marlene and the Boy Next Door, which you can find at /~puericil/david.html

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part Eight

Irma Tully was having a wonderful Christmas. She sat like a queen on her comfortable sofa, illuminated by the glow of a magnificently decorated tree, a crackling fire and a cup of cider to keep her warm. Best of all, she had a lovely, precious child unwrapping presents to keep her entertained! Indeed, clad in her brilliant red “Mrs. Claus” costume, she was the perfect vision of the Christmas matron, plump and happy and glowing with joy.

What a wonderful holiday this has turned out to be, she thought. My favorite time of year and a pretty dress up dolly to play with ... I am a blessed woman, indeed!

The plump woman sipped her cider as she watched Samuel struggle to open his Christmas presents. She couldn't help but giggle to see the naked child so frustrated. Unlike the earlier packages from his father, the gifts she and his mother prepared for him were all carefully wrapped and sealed with layers upon layers of tape and ribbon. Having to scratch and pick at each package with naught but his fingernails was just plain maddening for the child – but oh, what fun it was for the mischievous Mrs. Tully!

“Remember, don’t ruin the paper, sweetheart,” the cruel babysitter sang happily. She took another sip of warm cider from her cup. “We can use it again when we wrap our presents next year.”

Samuel looked up with an annoyed scowl. "Nana, you're not really going to reuse this paper, are you? That sounds dumb. It's an awful lot of work. Just buy new paper."

"Look at you, mister moneybags! You think wrapping paper grows on trees? You know what they say, anything worth doing is worth doing right!"

The youngster sighed and shook his head. "But … that doesn't make any sense."

Mrs. Tully smiled. She loved getting into these little debates. They were like little fun word games that led into other amusements like spanking and tickling and kissing and all sorts of lovely activities.

"You know what I think? I think a certain little boy is going to get paddled on his cute little bottom if he doesn't stop arguing with his grandmother. That's what I think."

Samuel frowned. He looked as though he had something else to say, but the jolly woman cut him short in a teasingly grandmotherly voice.

"You'd best turn that frown upside down, babydoll. It's Christmas! You're supposed to be happy happy happy! Don't be naughty Nancy! Now, are you going to open that package or are you just going to sit there and look pretty all day?"

Irma Tully giggled as the nude boy went back to his task with his jaw clenched and a precocious pout on his plump pink lips. She loved seeing him get mad and it was so easy to rile him up, especially over nonsensical, trivial things like dirty dishes or reusing gift wrapping paper. All that fussing and over what? Absolutely nothing! Boys were like that, though, all uppity and acting so rough and tough. It warmed her heart to see them whither and fold into tearful little darlings that needed a little bit of Nana Tully’s loving to make them happy again.

The happy woman chuckled as Samuel struggled and fretted over a particularly stubborn piece of tape. The truth was that she never – not once, ever! – recycled her wrapping paper. Reusing Christmas wrapping paper wasn’t just crazy, it was rude! Everyone knew that. She just told her little pet to save as much paper as he could because she wanted to draw out the unwrapping process for as long as possible. That was the best part of the holiday, of course!

She took another sip of cider. Yes, it really was fun, watching an eager young child get all excited and work himself into a fever pitch as he approached the moment of discovery, to observe his hopeful expressions as he realized his dreams were about to come true; and then, to see his expectations shattered and realize his little broken heart was in need of a hug. That was when the real fun began! There would be soft plump faces to slap and bare bottoms to paddle and vulnerable bellies to kiss and tickle and ... and ... and ....

The big bosomed matron squirmed in her seat, a flush of pink coloring her cheeks. She caught herself staring at Samuel’s naked body, the memory of the night before still fresh in her mind.

Oh, Irma, you silly thing, she thought. There’s no time for that kind of thing now. You're as bad as a schoolgirl! Maybe you're the one who needs a spanking!

The glowing woman sighed as she watched her naked grandson pick and work at the obstinate package, his frustration growing strong enough to drive him to tears. To Irma Tully, though, it was the most adorable sight imaginable. She reveled in seeing her precious Samuel so helpless and pitiful. She knew she should have felt badly for him, but instead she felt the complete opposite; having the power to render him to tears without even laying on her hands was such a gift. There was no describing the joy she felt as she watched the naked child struggle before her on the light of her gloriously decorated Christmas tree. Oh, now that was a most rewarding feeling, indeed!

Dear Samuel, my poor, poor little baby doll, the cruel babysitter thought with a giggle. Don’t you worry … Nana Claus is going to make sure this is one Christmas you will never, ever forget!

The scheming matron clasped her pudgy hands together in sadistic rapture. Samuel was on the verge of removing that last bit of paper from his gift. How exciting! She couldn’t wait to see his reaction; it would no doubt be as much fun for her as a disappointment to him. Or so she hoped. And to think this was only the beginning. After the morning gift giving there was still so much to do, places to go and people to see. And then some quiet, quality time along with her adopted grandson in the evening. Her immense body gave a little shiver at the thought, triggering a warm flash deep within. Just think, she had custody of that precious little thing until after the first of the year; he was hers to do whatever she wished. What joy! What fun! What happiness! Oh yes, over the next several days she intended to have as much as her imagination could allow. And her imagination allowed quite a lot!

Oh, this is so wonderful, she thought hungrily. I just looooooove the holidays! And I just love my little angel even more!

This is the best Christmas ever!!!

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At long last the first present from Samuel’s mother was free of tape, paper and ribbon. The naked child looked at the box with apprehension. Printed on the top was the name of the department store where his mother shopped. He carefully breathed in and detected the fragrance of womanly perfume. That set off a strange feeling in both his mind and body.

Geez, this looks just like one of the boxes my mom’s dresses come in, the nervous boy thought. All of a sudden, the image of himself in a girl’s dress flashed through his mind. He blinked his eyes and shook his head in an effort to rid himself of the thought. It wouldn’t be the first time he found himself in girlish attire in his grandmother’s house, but surely his own mother wouldn’t do that to him!

Would she?

Samuel’s heart raced as he lifted the top from the box and peeled away layers of tissue paper within to reveal several thick soft white cotton cloths, all neatly folded and stacked in the box, side by side. They looked vaguely familiar ….

This is pretty weird, he thought with a frown.

“Nana … wh- … what are these …?” He scrunched up his angelic face. “Nana … are these … d-d-diapers?”

The bosomy woman looked down at him with a mischievous smile. “Well, I don’t know, baby doll. What do you think they are?”

Samuel sighed. “They look like diapers to me.”

“I think you are right, they do look like diapers,” encouraged the grinning babysitter. “Oooo, look! Is that a card? Why don’t you read it? It’s probably from your mommy.”

Samuel nodded. Sure enough, there was a large envelope in the middle of the pile of diapers. The nervous boy nodded. With shaking hands he proceeded to open the card and read it.

“Soooo,” cooed the cheerful Mrs. Tully. “What does it say? Read it out loud for Nana.”

Samuel cleared his throat. “Um, it says, ‘Merry Christmas, Baby Doll. I hope you like my little gifts. You have to agree they suit you perfectly. Maybe now ….”

The blushing boy paused. He glanced guiltily up at his grandmother, who nodded for him to continue.

“Go on,” she said, her voice teasing and cruel. “What else does she sa-ay?”

Samuel took deep breath and struggled to read the words.

“Maybe now … you won’t be naughty and … s-s-stain … M-Mommy’s sheets … anymore.” He felt his face burn red hot as he read the words so beautifully inscribed in his mother’s elegant hand. “Be a good baby boy … Mommy.’”

Samuel stared at the gifts before him. He didn’t know what to say … or what to do. There was so much to think about, to worry about. The implications of what he should do next were overwhelming.

The blushing boy looked up at his grandmother, his cheeks bright red with shame and his blue eyes shiny with tears. His guardian, needless to say, was giddy with delight.

"Well, that's an appropriate gift if I ever saw one!" she exclaimed with a burst of hearty laughter. “She won’t have any problems with you staining her sheets if you wear those!”

“Nana, this isn’t funny!” he fussed. “Why did my mom get me diapers? I … I’m not a baby. I’m not going to wear any stupid old diapers.”

“Uh-uh, let’s use our inside voice, please. And don’t sound so ungrateful.”

Samuel sighed. “Yes, Nana. I’m sorry. But I still don’t want to wear a diaper. Why did she get me these dumb old things?”

The cheerful woman stifled a chuckle. “I don’t know why it’s so hard to understand. After all, you have been very naughty, what with all of those nasty little accidents from playing with your wee-wee and messing your ‘jammies and bed sheets. It seems to me that your mommy has done you a favor.”

The naked boy wiped his eyes. “A favor? How’s that?”

“The best thing about your new diapers is that they will keep you honest,” she said with a mischievous smile. “The next time when you’re alone and are tempted to play with your little wee-wee, if you’re pinned up in a big ol’ fluffy diaper you won’t find it so easy to be naughty and play with yourself. It will keep you from being a dirty, nasty boy when your mommy’s not around to watch you.”

Samuel's mind reeled at the scenario his grandmother just suggested! Oh, how he hated whenever she or his mother, for that matter, talked about his “problems.” Like most boys, he found the discussion of masturbation incredibly embarrassing; in turn, both his babysitter and his mother were delighted to take it up, anytime, anywhere. Mrs. Tully was the worst of the two; she absolutely loved teasing him about jerking off, almost as much as she loved doing it to him. The image of his grandmother playing with his penis suddenly flashed in his mind. As much as it disgusted him, all he could think of was that smirking face and those rude, forceful hands groping in between his legs … and rendering him helpless and ecstatic under their control.

The bewildered boy suddenly froze up. An alarming twitch at the tip of his boyish member warned him that he was about to find himself in a very awkward situation if he continued this train of thought. He shoved the box of diapers aside and crossed his arms in silence. A sad pout on his face, he tried to think of what he should do next.

Without asking he suddenly picked up another package and began opening it. He so wanted to release his anger by ripping into the paper and making a huge mess in front of his grandmother, but his frustration was once again hampered by the diligent use of ribbon and tape. It was almost as though his mother was doing everything she could to prevent him from getting into his presents.

“This could be interesting,” Mrs. Tully said with a grand, all-knowing tone of voice. “If you liked your first gift you’ll just love this one.”

Finally the paper was off. Again, it was a box from his mother’s favorite department store. An anxious Samuel reluctantly lifted the lid and looked through the layers of tissue paper only to discover a little plastic bag of safety pins made of shiny stainless steel and decorated with huge colorful plastic locking closures. Some had bright red hearts; some were little yellow ducks and pink bunnies. One set even featured Santa’s face.

"What the heck ...?"

The horrified lad picked up one of the pins with the little pink bunny face. He then glanced back to his babysitter. The smile on her face was as sweet as it was cruel.

“Oh look, a pretty pink bunny for my pretty pink honey bunny,” she cooed in a voice as thick and sweet as syrup. “Aren't those just adorable? I especially love the little cute little Santas. They are just perfect for Christmas. Don’t stop now, baby doll. Keep looking. Maybe you’ll find another surprise in there from your mommy.”

Samuel looked back down at the box before him and stared at what he’d been given. He felt himself begin to hyperventilate. This couldn't be happening to him. Surely this couldn't ... this wasn't ... real.

The flustered boy did as his grandmother suggested, digging carefully around in the box, half curious, half terrified of what he might find. His fear was rewarded. He found yet another clear package, this one containing what looked to be girl's panties. Instead of silk or nylon, however, these panties were made out of plastic. One pair had bright red hearts; one little yellow ducks while another featured more pink bunnies. As if that wsn’t bad enough, there was another with Santa’s jolly face right on the front!

Aw geez, he thought to himself. No ... this can't be right .... My mom actually bought me more baby stuff? What the heck???!

Mrs. Tully broke the silence, speaking in a gleefully sweet voice.

“Do you want to try on your new nappies, baby doll?” she asked with complete sincerity. “You’ve been complaining all morning about being naked. We've got everything you need and Nana is happy to help. I’ve diapered many a young boy in my time. You certainly won’t be the first.”

Appalled at the offer, Samuel shook his head. “NO! I do not want to try on any stupid old diapers!”

“Well, I am surprised to hear that,” the grinning woman teased. “I mean, just a few minutes ago you were eager to not be naked. Now’s your big chance!”

Samuel crossed his arms once again and tried not to cry. The idea of Mrs. Tully putting a diaper on him was as repulsive as the idea of her jerking him off. He immediately realized how one could easily lead to the other. And that would only make his Christmas that much worse. The poor boy let out a deep sigh and slowly shook his head once again.

“No ma’am, I don’t want to wear any diapers.” He was careful not to show too much anger. Who knew what kind of reaction that might trigger. “I mean, no thank you, Nana.”

“Are you certain, baby doll? Nana’s glad to help. You can finally get that cute little bum covered up like you’ve been wanting all this morning.”

The frustrated boy shook his head once more. The best thing to do was try and forget those stupid diapers and move on. Sniffing back a tear, he reached over and picked up another large present. It was much lighter than it looked. Giving it a shake, he was pretty sure it contained some sort of clothing. He didn’t care what it was as long as it wasn’t more diapers. He held the package up for his captor to see.

“Can I open this present, Nana?” he asked softly. “Maybe there’s something in it for me to wear ….”

“Of course, baby doll,” the happy woman replied with playful smirk. “Let’s see what else your mommy got for you.”

This one was just as difficult to open as the others. After picking at the layers of tape and slick wrapping paper and struggling with the ribbon, Samuel was finally able to free the box from its confinement. Again, the familiar department store label. This time the smell of his mother’s perfume was way stronger than before. As he lifted the lid his stomach suddenly felt queasy to the point of nausea. Neatly folded before him lay a frilly white garment of some sort, definitely not something he wanted to wear.

“Oh no, not GIRL’S clothes,” he whispered. “No … not this. Please, no. Not … girl’s clothes.”

Samuel looked up at his babysitter. The mischievous sneer on her face made him feel queasy. He could see that she knew the spot he was in and she was enjoying every single moment of his distress.

“Isn’t this exciting, sweetheart?” The excited woman clucked her tongue and chuckled. “You got something pretty to wear, didn’t you? You like what you see, eh? I bet you can’t wait to try it on. Am I right? Hmm? Hmmm? Am I right?”

The youngster shook his head, then nodded. He had to admit he wasn’t really surprised by this turn of events. Disappointed, yes, but not at all surprised. This wouldn’t be the first time he was given something girlish to wear in his grandmother’s house … but on Christmas?

God, I hate this, he thought to himself. Why me?

Samuel’s fingers trembled as they caressed the soft, silky chiffon. The material felt weird and otherworldly, almost like a spider’s web. He couldn’t quite tell what he’d been given, but it was definitely something he didn’t like.

This isn’t fun or funny, he thought sadly. Why would my mom get me something like this? I’m not a stupid girl! I’m a guy, darn it!

He wiped his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

This is Old Lady Tully’s fault. If it wasn’t for her, my mom wouldn’t be acting all weird and stuff. She probably wouldn’t be in Florida and I wouldn’t be stuck in this stupid house, running around naked and getting diapers and girl’s clothes for Christmas!

Samuel sighed again. He didn’t want to take the frilly thing out of the box; he didn’t even want to touch it. But he knew what he was expected to do. After all, he was being watched.

“Go ahead, baby doll, pick it up,” Mrs. Tully cooed encouragingly. “Let’s see what pretty little thing your mommy wants you to wear.”

As he picked up the girlish garment he tried to figure out exactly what it was. At first it seemed to be a white shirt or maybe part of a dress. As he pulled it out of the box it appeared to be quite skimpy and rather fragile; he slid his hand under the soft material and was amazed to see that it was practically transparent.

Geez, you can see right through this thing, he thought to himself. Who wears stuff like this?

Whatever it was, Samuel’s new garment reeked of femininity. The nervous boy glanced over at the pile of boyish clothing his father had given him and then back down at the girlish thing in his hands. He had trouble breathing, he was so upset. The prospect dressing like a stupid sissy girl seemed inevitable.

“Stand up, baby doll, and bring it here,” Mrs. Tully directed. “Come on, let’s see what your mommy got you.”

Samuel awkwardly got to his feet and padded barefoot over to his babysitter. His face glowed red with heat and his breathing grew heavy and labored as he stood before her and held the fragile garment against his body. He was particularly alarmed to see his naked body so easily through the transparent fabric; it made his plump, soft form look even less masculine than it already was. Just as bad, the ruffled hem barely reached his hips, leaving him naked from the waist down.

What the heck?

"Nana, what is this thing? It … it's not a dress … is it?”

The bosomy babysitter laughed. “A dress? Why in heaven’s name would you say such a thing? Is that something you want, baby doll? A dress? Something girly to wear? Maybe a pwetty wittle pink fwock to cover your pwetty wittle pink bottom?”

“Nanaaaaa! That’s not what I said!” Samuel frowned. He hated when Mrs. Tully used baby talk on him. “Please don’t be mean, Nana. This thing looks like a dress and I don’t wanna wear a dress!”

“You know what I think? I think my little boy doth protest too much.” Mrs. Tully smiled. “But I understand, baby doll. No, it’s not a dress, all right? It’s a pretty little baby doll gown for my pretty little sissy baby doll! Oh, stop looking like your Christmas is ruined! It’s just clothes and you want to wear clothes, right? So stop frowning. Here, let’s try it on and see how it fits. Who knows, maybe you’ll like it.”

Feeling quite foolish, Samuel slid his arms through the armholes and let the silky, flimsy garment fall over his body as if it was made for him. He felt like the biggest sissy in the world, willingly slipping into treachery and betraying what little bit of boyishness he still had in him. He could not believe he was willingly doing the very thing he dreaded. He tried his best not to think about it. The good news was that at least now he had on something to cover his body. Sort of. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. I mean, since it was just him and his Nana, so who would know?

“Come here, baby doll, and let Nana fix the front,” the bosomy bully said sweetly. “You’re only half dressed as it is.”

The bewildered child did as he was told. He stood still as his babysitter pulled and tugged at the skimpy gown, tying a little bow that held the front together and fluffing the lacy hem out the along the sides. He was frustrated at how the silly looking garment parted high up on his body in the front, leaving his bare belly and pubic area completely exposed. He could feel the short hem tickle the top of hips and his naked bottom in the back, leaving him naked from the waist down.

“Are you sure this is the front?” Samuel tugged at the material in a vain attempt to cover his bare belly and privates. “Maybe this is supposed to go in the back.”

Mrs. Tully chuckled. “Oh, that would look ridiculous! Trust me, baby doll, it’s supposed to go this way. See how it shows off your cute little figure?”

The blushing boy looked down at himself and cringed. The flimsy material barely covered his body. I mean, if you’re going to be left naked like that, then what was the point of even putting the darned thing on?

“But Nana, this is stupid looking! You can see my wiener and everything! I might as well not be wearing nothing!”

“Nuh-uh-uh. Not wearing anything. Use proper English, sweetheart.” The happy woman playfully slapped at his hands. “And stop fidgeting! Here, you messed it up. Let Nana fix it back for you.”

Samuel put his hands to his side as his grandmother once again tugged and primped at the flimsy gown. Feeling even more self-conscious about his appearance, he pressed his plump thighs together in an attempt to hide his privates, but all that did was force his little penis and balls outward so they could be more easily seen. He so wanted to push them back between his legs where they’d be hidden, but he knew better than put his hands anywhere near something that “was only for mothers and grandmothers.”

"My goodness, sweetheart, you look absolutely gorgeous!" his babysitter squealed. She ran her fingers playfully over the gossamer material, rubbing her thumbs against the youngster’s protruding nipples in the process. “Mmmm, this is really a pretty gown, isn’t it? I bet that feels nice against your skin, doesn’t it, hmm, baby doll? Hmmm?”

The hapless lad bit his lip as the mischievous woman groped and pinched his body through the thin cloth. He tried not to squirm or laugh as she tickled his budding breasts and under his arms. He tried not to laugh, but his grandmother excelled at getting giggles from reluctant children.

"You love it, don't you? A pretty baby doll gown for a pretty baby doll! Nana loves dressing her little sissy boy in sweet little sissy clothes!"

“Hahaha! Nana *gasp* please … HAHAHA! … don’t,” he fussed between laughs. “This isn’t *gasp!* funny! I look … heheheeeee … *gasp* … I look … stupid in this *giggle* dumb ol’ thing!”

“Oh, don’t try to hide your smile, pretty baby,” the old woman teased. “You love this and you know it! Now spin around so I can see everything. Go on, let Nana get a good look at her sweet little sissy boy!”

Sighing heavily, the breathless child did as he was told, turning around in a circle and looking down at himself in the process. It was worse than he imagined. As desperate as he was to not be naked, this was horrible. The delicate gown was so light and airy, you could see right through the material; like his grandmother said, it was designed to show off his chubby, effeminate body. The open front was the worst, of course. Thank goodness his penis was too tired to stick out. His babysitter would have just loved that, no doubt!

“I don’t like wearing this stupid thing,” he said for lack of anything else to say. “It's worse than a dress. I feel like a stupid sissy in it.”

The delighted woman laughed. “Oh, you silly sissy! You’re so obsessed with dresses! Don’t worry, baby – maybe you’ll get one before the morning is over. And then maybe that will make you happy.”

“Nana! I don't want to be a sissy and I don’t want a dress!” Samuel stopped his bare foot and yanked the lace hem of his gown so hard he almost ripped it. “Stop teasing me!”

“Oh, that’s right, you’re a big strong soldier in your sweet little nighty, aren’t you?" Mrs. Tully laughed. “Be careful, soldier boy. If you damage your mommy’s pretty gift I might have to pull you over my knee.”

The frowning boy lowered his eyes. His bottom ached at the thought of bending over the fat woman’s immense lap.

“Sorry, Nana. I just … I don’t want to be a sissy. It … it feels weird, wearing stuff like this.”

His babysitter resumed tugging at the delicate feminine gown, fluffing it up here and there and emphasizing the youngster’s nakedness. "Oh, you’ll get used to it, baby doll. Don’t be such a crybaby. You should be proud. Your mommy’s pretty gift makes you look just like a little dolly. And you know how your Nana loves her dollies!"

Irma Tully pulled her grandson close and kissed him on the lips. He tried to back away, but her hands were firm, holding him in place as she smeared several more wet kisses all over his face, neck and ears. Samuel braced himself as her mouth locked on his for one final, prolonged kiss. He thought he would be smothered, it went on for what seemed like forever.

“See?” the happy matron cooed as their lips parted. “Nana told you she loves her little dolly.”

"I know," the crossdressed lad mumbled. "But I still don’t want to be a sissy. I feel dumb like this!"

"Oh, don't be such a party pooper! This pretty baby doll gown suits you just perfectly. You can wear it around the house whenever you get tired of being in your birthday suit. You’ve been such a crybaby about being naked. Now you don’t have any more reason to whine.”

Samuel Oliver looked down at himself and imagined himself prancing around his grandmother’s house in the feminine nightie. If this was how she reacted seeing him in it in the morning, what would she do when it was time to go to bed? He shivered at the thought. Surely there was some way out of this mess. He tried to think of what he was supposed to say. He knew without a doubt that Mrs. Tully was loving every minute of his misery. He also knew she would fuss at him if he kept complaining about his mother’s gift.

Think think think think …. Oh, I know … let’s try this ….

“Um … Nana?”

“Yes, baby doll?”

“Is there … anything else to go with this?”

“Whatever do you mean, darling?”

Samuel pursed his lips. “I dunno. I mean … like underpants or a bottom or something? Don’t gowns usually come with something like that?”

“You mean, like panties?” The happy woman laughed to see the blushing boy reluctantly nod his head. "Well, I don't know if you got any panties, but you did get plenty of diapers. Those will cover your bottom just fine."

The flustered boy frowned. "Nana! That's not funny! I don’t wanna wear any stupid diapers!"

Mrs. Tully smiled. “Well, look who’s being a picky Vicky! With an attitude like that you can just do without, little mister!”

Samuel crossed his arms and frowned. “That’s fine with me! I’m not a baby! I’m a boy! And I’m not wearing those stupid diapers.”

“That’s right. You’re not a baby, you’re a big strong boy.” The jolly woman laughed. “A big strong boy who looks very pretty in his new baby dolly nightie. Now, before you get into trouble and end up over my lap, why don’t you open another package and see what else your mommy got you. Go on, pick something out, baby doll. Who knows … maybe the best is yet to come!”

Samuel sighed. He’d much rather run upstairs and hide in his bed, but that wasn’t going to happen.

“Yes, Nana,” he replied quietly.

Leaving on the girlish gown – he wanted to take it off and throw it away, he figured wearing it was at least a little better than going completely naked – Samuel turned his attention to an even larger gift, a large flat box big enough to hold a train set or sports equipment. He picked it up and shook it. As big as it was, it was extremely light. Something told him there would be no sports equipment to be found.

Removing the wrapping was a dreary, painfully slow process, thanks to his mother’s meticulous use of tape and ribbon. Mrs. Tully used the time to refresh her cup of cider and bring in a plate of cookies and cupcakes to munch on. Samuel ignored her, too angry to even look at the brightly decorated pastries.

At long last, he opened the box. The first thing he found was small, curved and covered in yet even more Christmas paper. He removed the wrapping and his heart skipped a beat. The shiny silver colored metal and sparkling rhinestones felt funny in his hands.

Mrs. Tully cooed with delight. “Do you know what that is, sweetheart? Hmm? Hmmm?”

The bewildered child shrugged, then nodded. “A … a crown?” he croaked.

“No, you silly thing.” The woman giggled. “Such a silly boy. It’s not a crown. It’s a tiara. Don’t you know the difference?”

Samuel blinked, then shook his head. He had no idea what to say.

The bosomy babysitter laughed. “No matter. Put it on your pretty head. Go ahead. Nana wants to see if it fits.”

Samuel felt a shiver up his spine. This was getting ridiculous.

“Do I have to?” he whispered hoarsely.

“There’s a reason I gave you that warning spanking,” Mrs. Tully said in a happy voice. “If you need a reminder I’m happy to get out the hairbrush.”

The youngster’s eyes went wide and his bare bottom clenched involuntarily as the memory of getting spanked with his grandmother’s hairbrush hit him. That was something he never wanted to experience again as long as he lived.

“Yes, Nana. I’m sorry, Nana,” he whispered.

Samuel held the shiny silvery tiara with both hands and looked at it. He didn’t want to put it on, but what choice did he have? He stood up and, with shaking hands, raised the delicate thing up and slowly set it atop his head.

God, I feel sick ....

“How’s this, Nana?” he asked in a weak voice. “Can I take it off now?”

“Not unless you want your bottom blistered. Now be a good boy and let Nana enjoy this for moment. Remember, if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all.”

The embarrassed lad’s face burned with shame as the cruel woman studied him from the tip of his head to the tip of his toes. He felt extremely self-conscious as he stood in the middle of the living room, wearing the skimpy girl’s nightie and sparkling fair tale crown. With nothing to cover the lower half of his body he knew he must have looked like a complete fool. Fool or not, however, his babysitter was delighted with his appearance.

“Oooooo, baby doll! It’s just perfect! You are so adorable right now! You really do! You look exactly like a little princess!” She waved him to come close. “Come here, princess. Your tiara is about to fall off. Let Nana make an adjustment.”

Samuel minced over to his grandmother where he stood patiently while she primped his hair and prodded at the delicate headpiece. He winced at one point when she pressed down hard and the sharp ends clamped onto his scalp. The happy woman didn’t care; she hummed a Christmas tune in the process, taking her time and clearly enjoying the blushing child’s uncomfortable plight. He was so close he couldn’t help but stare at her immense breasts while she worked her magic; he felt a tingle between his legs, triggered by the fragrance of lilacs and lavender emanating from her cleavage.

God … how did I ever get in this mess, he wondered in self-disgust.

“There, now it’s better than perfect. It’s more perfecter!” Mrs. Tully laughed at her little joke, her smile looking more evil than delightful. “Such a pretty boy you are. Go over to the mirror and see just how sweet you look! Go on, baby doll. Hop to it! I can’t wait for you to see yourself.”

The anxious child did as he was told and walked over to look at his reflection. Ugh! Just as he thought, that stupid tiara was so sissy looking, it was laughable. With that prissy, frilly baby doll gown and his stupid long hair, he looked way too much like a girl. He shook his head from left to right, up and down. The bejeweled crown didn’t move an inch. His babysitter had done a good job entangling it in his curly locks. Whether he liked it or not, that stupid tiara was most definitely there to stay.

Samuel felt his stomach ache something terrible as he stared at the childlike reflection before him. I think I'm gonna throw up, he thought to himself.

***

So far Irma Tully was having a fantastic Christmas. She’d had some memorable ones in the past, but this one was by far the most exciting, not to mention the most interesting! And best of all, the fun was just beginning!

Standing before the Christmas tree was her precious Samuel, her sweet baby doll, the most recent love of her life. She could only marvel at how gorgeous this amazing boy turned out, all decked out in his new nightie and his lovely blond locks adorned with the sparkling tiara he’d just gotten from his mother. She knew when his mother, Denise, described it over the telephone that he'd look cute in that outfit, but seeing him actually in it was amazing! The white chiffon looked absolutely stunning on him! The sheer material contrasted perfectly with his pale pink skin and the simple design and elegant cut showed off the best of his young body in every possible way, from his delicate throat and shoulders to his girlish breasts and plump bottom.

Oh, Irma, you are such a lucky girl, she thought as she gloated over her young victim’s effeminate appearance. And to think, this little princess of a child is all mine through the rest of the holidays! Oh, joy!

Indeed, in the glow of the Christmas tree lights Samuel did look like a little princess, which made his babysitter very happy indeed. The plump woman loved seeing pretty children in pretty clothes, the prettier the better, in her humble opinion. Boys were her favorite, of course; there was nothing that made her happier than taking a young lad and turning him into her personal dress up doll. To strip a rebellious ruffian of his budding masculinity and turn him into a tearful, obedient little priss of a thing was one of life’s greatest challenges – and her greatest joy. Her precious Samuel was turning out to be her most favorite project of all. Never before had she gotten her hands on a child as dazzling and vulnerable and perfect as this!

I am a blessed woman this day, she whispered silently to herself. The Lord is certainly good to me, that is for sure!

A word of warning about our dear Irma Tully, in case your memory is short. Despite her comical appearance and old lady ways, the sadistic babysitter had a mean streak that could be quite vicious. Beneath that deceptive smile and warm manner, her cruelty grew evident as she leered at poor Samuel and gloated over her blessings. It would be safe to say that the deceitful woman thrived on the shamed child’s unhappiness, taking great joy in his every little misery and complaint. The more our young hero whined and fretted over his humiliating situation, the more she would coo and giggle, just like a spoiled little girl tormenting a helpless pet. A sad little pout here and a flood of tears there, those were the spice of life as far as this cunning “grandmother” was concerned. Little did the doomed child know, every struggle he made and every word he said in resistance only added to his babysitter's pleasure; had he cooperated from the very beginning, well, where would be the fun in all that? The chase was the best part of Irma’s precious little game, after all, as were the spankings, teasing and other little tricks she liked to pull on her unfortunate victim.

Poor little thing, poor little baby doll, the smiling matron thought sweetly. He’ll come around to his Nana’s way of thinking … eventually. But not too soon. Oh no … we can’t let that happen. There are still too many fun games for us to play!

Irma clapped her weathered hands in appreciation of Samuel’s horrified reaction to his Christmas costume. She took great pleasure in his humiliation and she took no pains to hide her feelings.

“Oh, what a sight you are, princess! You look just … just perfect in your pretty baby doll gown and tiara!” A devilish smile spread over her lips. “You are such a pretty boy, do you know that? Hmm? You know that, don't you, princess?"

The half-naked child reluctantly nodded. Irma knew from experience that he hated being called “princess” even more than “baby doll.” That was about as big an insult as you could use against a boy. Which was exactly why she chose those particular words, of course! What better way to rouse his boyish spirit so she could cut it down and reshape him into something completely different?

“Such a pretty princess,” she cooed softly as she pulled Samuel close and ran her hands up and down his vulnerable body. “Merry Christmas, my pretty little sissy princess ….”

The angry lad looked as if he was about to say something in defiance, but the ache in his bare bottom convinced him to change his mind. A wave of shame swept over his face as he lowered his head and whispered the expected words.

"Merry Christmas, Nana.”

The cruel babysitter leaned in and gave the captive child a wet kiss, right on the lips. Ignoring the disgusted look on his face, she pushed him toward the Christmas tree.

"Don’t worry, princess, you’ll get more kisses from Nana later. We’ll have plenty of time for that once we get everything done. Now, I believe there’s still something else in that package to go with your costume. Look under all that tissue paper and get it out. I want to see what else your mommy got you!”

She watched with great interest as Samuel knelt down and fumbled through the box. It took him a moment to free the mysterious object from all layers of tissue paper and accursed tape, which was great fun. Even funnier was how his face scrunched up as he tried to figure out what exactly it was that he found; it was large – as big as the box was long and wide – and flat and made of wire and a sheer white nylon material covered in sparkling glitter.

The mischievous woman grinned at her grandson’s confused expression. She gave a girlish giggle as the light finally came on and he realized there were two connected pieces that had to be unfolded. When he finally held the whole assembly up his jaw dropped open in disbelief. Mrs. Tully was so pleased she burst into laughter and applause.

My god this is such fun, Irma Tully thought as she clapped her hands together in glee. Oh my Lord, I just love Christmas!

“It … it’s … wings!” Samuel gasped. "Why would I get wings for ... for Christmas?"

The mischievous matron giggled. "Well, what kind of wings are they? Maybe that will give you a clue."

The bewildered boy examined his gift. The look on his face was an unhappy one. This wasn’t the first time he’d been given wings to wear. The last time was on Halloween and the wings he had to wear then were quite different. What happened when he put them on was not exactly something he wanted to repeat – or remember.

“Baby doll, I asked you a question,” the smiling woman prodded. “What kinds of wings are they?”

Samuel winced as he spoke. “They l-l-look like f-f-fairy … fairy … w-w-wings ….”

“That’s right! They are indeed fairy wings!” Mrs. Tully squealed with delight. “Aren’t they just the prettiest things you’ve ever seen? And they go so well with your other pretty things. If you put them all together you can be a sweet little Christmas fairy!”

“A WHAT???” the horrified child exclaimed.

The cheerful woman giggled. “A Christmas fairy, you silly thing. See here, you’ve a pretty gown and wings and a tiara and now a set of wings! How fun is that? Now you can dress up and be Nana’s precious little Christmas fairy princess through the holidays! Isn’t that wonderful?”

“A … Christmas fairy … princess?” The confused child blinked, then frowned. “Um, but why would … I mean, why … would I … want to do that?”

“Because your ugly old mother and your mean old Nana want you to.”

The happy woman could barely contain her delight at Samuel’s reaction. The scantily clad boy looked up with a sad, piteous grimace. This was the part she always enjoyed, the disbelief and struggle to accept whatever absurd agenda she pushed on her young victims.

"Isn't this fun, baby doll? Did you think you would have this much fun when you got up this morning?"

Irma Tully fought the urge to burst out in joyous laughter as the disappointed child wiped his eyes. She could imagine the salty taste of his tears as they trickled down his plump, flushed cheeks.

"Now tell Nana the truth," she teased. "Have you ever had more fun at Christmas?"

“But this isn’t fun,” Samuel whined. “I don’t wanna be a fairy princess.”

“Not just a fairy princess, baby doll,” the smiling woman corrected him. “A Christmas fairy princess. There’s a big difference, you know.”

Irma had to laugh. Samuel verge of crying his heart out. She loved teasing him, playing little word games and mixing him up until he was red faced and in tears. He had the bluest eyes and they shined like little jewels whenever he cried, and the way his bottom lip quivered was almost enough to melt her cruel heart.

Almost

He is so funny when he gets mad, she thought. So funny and soooooo adorable! And he’s so pretty when he gets like this. It's no wonder I love him so very much.

“But I d-d-don't wanna … b-be a … a … f-f-fairy of any kind!” Samuel was so upset, he could hardly bring himself to speak. “Please, Nana! I want to be a soldier for Christmas, not a stupid fairy! Please, don’t make me do this. I don’t wanna wear girl’s clothes ….”

Mrs. Tully gave a devilish smile as she spoke. "Oh, but these aren't girl's clothes, baby doll. Girl’s clothes are for girls, remember? These are YOUR clothes, so that means they're for you. Pretty sissy clothes for mommy’s pretty sissy boy!"

The mortified school boy looked as though he was about to be sick. Mrs. Tully knew how he fretted over being called a “pretty sissy” or any kind of a sissy for that matter. That was all part of the fun for her, of course. She repeated the words a sugary sweet, sing song voice, rubbing the humiliation on as thick as butter on bread.

“Isn’t this fun, baby doll? Don’t you just love your pretty sissy things? Pretty sissy clothes for a pretty sissy boy. You’re going to have so much fun being Nana’s fairy princess ….”

Her grandson’s anguish was evident in both his voice and his face. “But Nana, I really d-d-don’t want to b-be a … a stupid ol’ f-fairy p-p- … p-princess,” he whispered, sniffing back a tear. “I don’t like being a sissy, either.”

“Aw, you little poor thing. You look sooooo disappointed.” The cunning woman laughed. “Poor little baby doll. Your mommy and I were hoping you’d like your pretty sissy clothes, but if you don’t like them, then you don't have to wear them. You can spend the holidays in your birthday suit instead. You can go nakey wakey all week long if you like. That suits your mommy and me just fine! You can still be our pretty little fairy princess in your birthday suit!”

Samuel’s shoulders slumped. “But … I don’t wanna go naked … not on Christmas.”

“Well, that’s not what it sounds like to me. You don’t like your presents, so if you choose to go without, then that’s on you!”

The bosomy bully’s amusement triggered a thought in the forlorn child’s mind. She knew what he was thinking: whatever choice he made, dressing up as a fairy for Christmas or running around naked, either way his holiday was ruined.

Oh, what fun this is, Irma Tully thought greedily! I love this game! Nothing could be better than having fun with my pretty little grandson! Absolutely nothing!

The plump woman suddenly snapped her fingers, waking the despondent child from his daydreaming. “Come on, baby doll, make up your mind. Time is slipping away and we still have things to do!”

Irma Tully delighted leered in selfish joy as Samuel squirmed before her. His thoughts were transparent to the gentle bully; he could either put on the "stupid girl’s clothes" or he could go without. It was that simple.

“Okay, Nana,” the defeated lad said quietly.

“Come along, slow poke.” A wicked smile spread over Mrs. Tully’s round face. She curled her forefinger, indicating for Samuel to come closer. “Let’s put on your wonderful new wings. Nana can’t wait to see what they look like on her pretty little fairy! Come here, sweetie, and let’s get you all fixed up.”

The bashful child stood up and padded barefoot across to where his smirking captor was seated. He looked painfully uncomfortable, parading about in the skimpy baby doll gown and tiara and carrying the huge set of wings in his hands; with his naked bottom showing, he looked like a little child seeking assistance in getting dressed.

The cheerful woman lingered lovingly over the fairy wings as she affixed them to her grandson’s body; this added to the child's tedious torment. She was having the time of her life, playing with her life sized dress up doll, making him look as ridiculously silly as possible and taking her own sweet time in the process.

Poor little thing, she thought as she pulled and tugged at the captive child’s skimpy costume. If you thinks this is bad, just you wait. By the end of the day you won’t know what happened!

At last she was done. Poor Samuel was bound and hogtied in his new prison uniform of chiffon and ribbons and sparkling sequins! The white fairy wings were indeed huge – much larger than the ones he wore on Halloween – spreading out wide on either side of his body and reaching from just above his head down to the middle of his bare butt. The whole contraption was held to his shoulders with two shiny ribbons that looped over his arms, backpack style, and secured in the back; there was also a little white lace and satin collar that encircled his neck, much like a girl’s choker necklace. Best yet, it all tied off in the back with a complicated knot, just out of reach of the frustrated lad’s restless hands.

Mrs. Tully watched with great satisfaction as her grandson wiggled about in the childish wings. Combined with the poufy chiffon gown and the little jewel encrusted princess style tiara, he was quite the sight! Yes, he cast quite the preposterous appearance with his bottom half still naked – he was quite silly indeed! – but the charm he exuded with his shy, coy manner was undeniable.

“Hmmm, I really ought to get my camera,” the mischievous matron suddenly said aloud. “This is much too good not to preserve for posterity.”

Samuel’s eyes went wide with panic. “A … a … a c-c-camera? You’re not going to take my picture, are you Nana? Not like this, right? P-p-please say you … th-th-that you’re n-n-not!”

“Well, why not? It’s just for fun. Besides, a nice photograph of my pretty Christmas fairy will make a most delightful Christmas card for next year.”

The dazed child stared blankly at his grandmother. “But … I … I d-don’t … want my … my picture … taken ….”

The delightful woman stood up and gave her young friend a patronizing pat on the head. She then put her hands on her hips, a smug smile spread across her Mrs. Claus face.

“Now there you go again, with that ugly old pouty face. Don’t worry your pretty little head, baby doll. I’m just going to take a couple of pictures. Well, maybe a few. Your mother will want to see all the pretty clothes you got. And your daddy will want to see what kind of fun you had, too. And Mrs. Haggard! We can’t forget her! Oh yes, we’ve got to take some pictures. This is going to be fun!”

“Now where did I put that silly old camera bag….?

To be continued ….

(The End)