Date: Sat, 31 Jul 1999 08:35:36 +0100
From: "little.derry" <little.derry@virgin.net>
Subject: Napoleon in petticoats

i would be interested in what readers think of this story. There is room
for this story to be continued. Perhaps he could become Mildred's `wife'.

Perhaps he could become `nappy' and wear and use diapers.

What do readers think:

little.derry@virgin.net


                    NAPOLEON IN PETTICOATS


Dorothy and her step mother Gwen remembered an incident which had caused
them great amusement. An English gentlemen had said to an American woman:

	"You're a Napoleon in petticoats."

The phrase was antique even then. He meant it as a compliment. She did not
take it that way.

	"What's that supposed to mean?"

He tried to explain.

	"I mean that you were very good at "Diplomacy" this afternoon."

Dorothy was curious. She butted in to the conversation at the next table.

	"What are you two on about?"

The gentleman explained.

	"Diplomacy" is a game about conquering Europe. Mildred here just
beat 4 men at it. I was saying she was brilliant."

The woman still did not like it.

	"Yes but you meant that I was good "for a woman". You said a
Napoleon "in petticoats". I almost never wear a dress anyway."

Dorothy explained her curiosity.

	"You see my older brother is called Napoleon. For a few seconds I
had a very funny picture in my mind."

Later the gentleman left. Mildred talked to Gwen and Dorothy. Mildred ran a
business. This was not that common for a woman in those days. However she
found her life very stressed. She had a little joke.

	"A business woman really needs a wife."

                             * * *

Gwen remembered the last time she talked to John. Her husband said:

	"Boys should be boys and girls should be girls."

She had replied:

	"You mean boys should be hooligans and girls should be pathetic..."

Then that lunchtime he drank a little more than usual. He probably felt
very little as he crashed his car.

Gwen had not been allowed to work. 1970 was not as trendy as many people
imagine. It was not such an unusual thing then. This was not This was
because as John had said:

	"I married you to be mother of my children."

Gwen did not understand how she had managed to be allow herself to marry
such a man.

                             * * *

Napoleon was well named. As it happened in more ways than one. He was
Christened Ulysses Napoleon Babcock. His little sister Dorothy found
Ulysses very hard. Both the boy and his father did not like "Sissy" which
is how it came out of the two year old's mouth. So he became Napoleon.

Napoleon was not a midget but he was significantly shorter than the average
16 year old boy. Perhaps his aggression and bullying were ways of dealing
with feelings of inferiority.

He was not able to hold onto a girl friend for very long. He was just not
very nice to be with. Napoleon's tendency to take the worst out of the
macho ideal had been heavily encouraged by his father.

Napoleon was probably of about average intelligence. However he was very
low down in class. This was because he was lazy. His father was very
frightened that he would end up as some kind of a geek. He was very happy
that his boy, despite his size, took sport more seriously than school. And
for weightlifting and wrestling there are weight categories. Napoleon was a
champion in his county in his weight division.

Napoleon wore his hair quite long. He probably did so to annoy his step
mother. His father did not really like it. John had felt that men should
have short hair. However John was quite incapable of telling his son to do
something he did not want.


John had been old fashioned in many ways. Despite the shortage of money he
had sent Napoleon to a private school. It emphasised sport and manliness
more than study. It was so old fashioned that teachers were allowed to
punish boys with a stick.

Napoleon had quite often got into trouble. It did hurt when he was
punished. However this was not an effective deterrent for him. The pain on
his ass was more than out weighed by the good enduring such punishments did
to his reputation with other boys.

John would have liked to have sent his son to a boarding school. He could
not afford that. Still the institution he found seemed ideal for his
values. John was very influenced by his British ancestry in his choice of
school.

                             * * *

Dorothy, sometimes called Dolly by her father, was 14 at the time of his
death. She was rather tall and strong for a young woman of her age.

Dorothy was only slightly more intelligent than average. However she was
near the top of her class because she worked so hard. It was difficult
because her father was really scared about her being too clever and not
being able to find a boy.

Napoleon had specially liked calling his sister Dolly. This was because he
knew she hated it. He liked being nasty.


Gwen, her stepmother, had encouraged Dorothy to use her brain. Gwen had to
be careful. Her husband was a control freak. He had demanded total control
of everything.

Perhaps the worst aspect of her father's treatment of Dorothy was
clothing. She was NEVER allowed to wear pants. Then too Dorothy often found
herself wearing clothing suited to a girl rather younger than she was. This
would be humiliating for any girl. It was even worse for Dorothy because at
say 10 she was wearing dresses which might have been better for a 7 year
old. On the other hand she had looked 12 or 13.

                             * * *

Gwen had got the news of her husband's death just after she had finally
gone to see a lawyer asking about a divorce. More shocks were to follow.

They were way behind on the mortgage payments on the house. John who had
insisted on managing all the money had changed bank accounts. He had not
transferred over regular payments. His life insurance had lapsed. Oh and
there was another note on the House because of his gambling debts. The
extravagance of Napoleon's schooling had not helped.

Soon they would be homeless. Gwen did not see how she would earn enough to
support the three of them if she did go out to work. Gwen did, however,
make one useful discovery. She found a fairy Godmother. It did not seem so
at the time.

                             * * *

Dorothy and Napoleon wondered about their English Great Aunt. She did not
look like "Great Aunt Victoria". For one thing she looked rather young for
her 40 years. She had a firm, but not unattractive, face. She had a fairly
full figure.

Victoria was also a very strong and fit woman. She taught sport and games
at a girl's school. When the school went co-ed they were let down by the
guy who said he would teach sport for the boys. Victoria stepped in. The
boys thought they would have a soft sissy time having a woman teaching
them. They changed their minds as soon as they had one lesson from
Victoria.


Napoleon found Victoria intimidating because of her height. She was just
over 6 foot. Victoria almost fell on the floor with laughter when his
stepmother sometimes addressed him as "nappy".

Victoria explained:

	"In England nappy means diaper."

Gwen smiled a little. She thought of the stains she often found on his
underwear. She also thought about how bad his aim was ...

                             * * *

The evening of the funeral found Gwen crying. Victoria heard her. Gwen
explained the problem.

	"Why don't stay with me for a few months. I have this house which
is too big for me."

                             * * *

Most of the luggage was sent by sea. Only the things which would be needed
for the first few weeks was carried on the air plane by Gwen, Dorothy and
Napoleon. However a mistake was made. Three trunks of Dorothy's old
clothes, which were to be given away, got packed.

Napoleon did not have the same problem. Unlike his sister he had never been
very careful with clothing. He did not have all that much to spare.

Napoleon had not been very successful with girls. On one date he had told a
lass called Jane:

	"I think the World would be much better if women were chained to
the kitchen sink."

Now Jane's sister Rachel was in the same class as Dorothy. She had told
Dorothy of this. Dorothy had felt deeply shamed to have a brother with such
pre historic attitudes.


Victoria was very pleased to get to know her great niece. Dorothy seemed
intelligent kind and thoughtful. She had been used to doing more than her
fair share at home. She did the same in her new home in a small town in
England.

Napoleon was different. He wanted to continue to treat his step mother as a
servant. Worse he seemed to think his great Aunt Victoria should act in the
same way.

Then too he was nasty to Dorothy. He always called her "Dolly". He used the
nickname to try to tease and humiliate her.


Victoria really liked Gwen. She was somehow able to get a work permit for
her. The children in fact had a right to live in England because of their
ancestry. She also found a summer school place and a part time college
course for the fall.

The one thing that Gwen did which annoyed Victoria was to act as a door mat
for her step son.

	"But what can I do?"

Gwen asked. Victoria had an answer.

	"Sign this."

The document handed over "custody, care and control" to Victoria- as
Napoleon's closest adult blood relative. It was explained to Napoleon one
Sunday lunchtime.

Then Great Aunt Victoria explained some other things

	"From now on young man you will be responsible for washing and
ironing your own clothes. You will tidy your room. You will take your turn
in washing dishes and tidying the house."

Napoleon was not impressed. He did not know his great Aunt.

	"I won't. It's girl's work. You can't make me."

Victoria did not at first argue with her great nephew.


Napoleon acted as he usually had for that week. He did not wash, let alone
iron his own clothes. His room was a tip. On the two occasions he was
ordered to wash the dishes he broke five plates. Victoria was sure that it
was deliberate.

Victoria was able to talk Gwen out of washing and ironing her step son's
clothes. Napoleon tried to tell his sister to. Dorothy needed no persuading
to refuse her brother's requests.

                             * * *

Victoria was a woman of considerable determination. Still she did not quite
know how she was going to deal with a lazy rebellious 16 year old brat. She
felt, however, she had to do something. She did not want to let Gwen
down. She felt she had made some kind of promise.


The answers came on Friday. Great aunt Victoria had a living great
aunt. Cynthia was a witch. That is she believed in the old matriarchal
religion and she knew quite a bit about herbs and such things.

On that morning Gwen and Napoleon were away. The trunks arrived. There had
been a mistake. Dorothy was furious to discover that her humiliating old
clothes had not been given away. They followed her across the Atlantic to
England.

	"I want these burnt now!"

She said crying as she burst into the living room. Victoria knew that her
great niece had previously been such a kind good girl that she was willing
to put up with the outburst. She listened to Dorothy's explanations.

	"Alright, we'll build a bonfire this very afternoon."

Then Cynthia intervened.

	"Don't do that."

Dorothy did not like this.

	"I hate them. I hate every reminder that I ever wore them. They
made me look like a baby, an overgrown baby."

Cynthia was patient.

	"Look will you listen for a few minutes. You said you were always
very big for your age?"

	"Yes."

	"And Napoleon's small?"

	"Yes. But that's crazy. They'd never. He'd never."

Victoria guessed at what was being suggested. She was appalled. She also
thought it was wholly impractical.

	"Are you suggesting that Napoleon should wear Dorothy's old
things. It's mad. For a start they'd never fit."

Cynthia had answers to various objections.

	"I am not sure they would not fit. And if this frock.."

She waved the item Dorothy had brought down demanding its incineration...

	"...is short on him it will be all to the good. Anyway I am a very
competent seamstress. I made my living that way for 40 years."

Victoria was still not convinced.

	"But it would be cruel..."

	"From what I've heard that brat's been cruel for all his life. He
needs to be punished. And this is the best way..."

Victoria was finding herself attracted to this idea. She did think that
Napoleon deserved some punishment. It did feel like poetic justice for a
boy who was always pretending to be manly. Still it was crazy.

	"Anyway how would we ever make him put on a dress..."

	"I've got some ideas about that."

                             * * *

Great Aunt Victoria gave Napoleon his last warning at lunchtime.

	"I will not have you wearing dirty clothes. I do not think it is
fair that either Gwen or Dorothy should do your work. I have no intention
of washing boy's clothes.

	"You will have all your clothes washed and ironed by 8am tomorrow
morning."

Napoleon did not see the steel in his great Aunt's eyes.

	"Or what limey?"

Great Aunt Victoria talked quietly and calmly. He was entitled to a
warning. However she would not be sorry if he did not take it seriously. It
would be good if Napoleon started behaving in an adult manner. But life
would be more entertaining if he did not.

	"Or you will wear Dorothy's old dresses and petticoats. The ones
she said made her look like she was 7."

Napoleon laughed.


Napoleon always drank a lot of coffee. He did not notice anything very
different in what he drank that evening.

Great Aunt Victoria had always tended to drink herbal tea. She did the
same. However this particular tea had certain additives provided by
Cynthia. Cynthia also left a rub which a certain party would need to have
applied.


                             * * *

Napoleon had his usual very long bath on Saturday morning. Whilst this was
happening all his dirty clothes were put into a plastic bag and were then
securely locked in a case. Except for the pyjamas he was wearing.

After his bath Napoleon went into his bedroom. He saw his bed had been
made. He did not notice this. He did notice the clothes which had been laid
out for him.

Napoleon ran down the stairs and shouted:

	"Where are my clothes?"

Great Aunt Victoria replied.

	"On your bed."

Napoleon was in truth a little worried but he did not want to show it.

	"You've had your joke but I want my clothes."

His great aunt stood up and looked down at Napoleon.

	"Go upstairs and get dressed."

Dorothy started to giggle.

	"That's right get DRESSed."

Napoleon did not move. Great Aunt Victoria took a step towards him.

	"Right, the time has come to punish you for your
disobedience. You're taking a trip across my knees."

Napoleon laughed. Victoria took his right hand. For a couple of seconds he
pulled away and she pulled him towards her.

In normal circumstances Victoria would probably have been able to overcome
Napoleon. It would have been difficult but she would have won. She had kept
up her training ready to teach young athletes in a few weeks time. He had
let his training go. In any event Victoria would have had the help, if she
needed it, of Gwen and Dorothy.

Napoleon resisted for those moments. He thought. He supposed that
outnumbered three to one he might well be subdued. It would not be a very
dignified performance. In any case he thought about what happened at his
school. Surely this limey broad could not hurt him much.

	"All right, if you think I'm scared of your spanking try me."

Victoria postponed herself comfortably on a low chair. The pyjama clad
Napoleon was where she wanted him. He was embarrassed rather than
frightened when she pulled his pyjama pants out of the way to give her
hairbrush a good target. Victoria started off with preparations and a
lecture.

	"Until you learn to behave you'll be called Sissy.."

There was a second's resistance.

	"B-but..."

	"Or would you prefer nappy, in a town where everyone knows what
nappies are?"

Napoleon then gave his last piece of defiance. He thought it was
intelligent and reasoned.

	"You can spank me. You can call me funny names. But you won't get
me into a dress."

There was a soft nice feeling on Napoleon's ass. He wondered what was being
rubbed in. His great aunt told him her terms.

	"You get three spanks now. Then you get 6 every hour until you
learn obedience."

The great aunt waited a minute, as instructed by her great aunt. Then she
proceeded.

	"Thwack, thwack, thwack..."

Napoleon started bawling like a baby. With the help of the herbal oil
Napoleon's ass was super sensitive. Each spank with the hairbrush felt like
6 heavy blows with a cane.

Dorothy giggled cruelly at her brother's discomfort.

After about five minutes bawling in pain Napoleon announced his surrender.

	"Alright- I'll go upstairs and put on the silly things you want me
to."

Great Aunt Victoria was not going to let him off so lightly.

	"Since you have been so childish I think I ought to dress you."

Gwen had an even better idea.

	"Sissy has repeatedly refused to give Dorothy her proper name. Now
he can learn about dollies by BEING Dorothy's dolly. She could see to
dressing and undressing the child."

Dorothy's face lit up.

	"Oh please, great aunt. Let me put Sissy into petticoats."

Great Aunt Victoria looked at her great nephew.

	"Would you like Dorothy to be in charge of dressing you?"

There was no answer. The great Aunt made her decision

	"I think you'd hate it. That makes it a very good punishment for a
very naughty child. Take your little sister Sissy upstairs Dorothy."


Dorothy really enjoyed getting "Sissy" dressed. She took her time. Gwen and
Great Aunt Victoria felt a little impatient. Finally their new little
daughter was led down the stairs.

Sissy wore a pink blouse. Over it his dress was the kind which went over
the shoulders. It was blue and white check. The child wore childish saddles
and white ankle socks. Oh and Sissy's long hair was not much tidier. It was
put into pig tails decorated and held in place with one white and one pink
ribbon.

It was very hard for Sissy not to show the petticoats. And on the way down
stairs his great aunt caught a glimpse of some very frilly pink panties.


As they reached the bottom of the stairs the front door bell rang. Sissy
started trying to go upstairs. Dorothy held his hand firmly and his great
aunt looked menacingly at him.


Jane and Rachel were both very amused. Jane was carrying a bag with
something rather heavy in it.

Dorothy led her big brother/ little sister to the kitchen. His former date
followed with her sister.

Jane then explained something

	"Sissy, you know in our school the girls are allowed to do metal
work. And we remember clearly how good you thought it was for women to be
CHAINED TO THE KITCHEN SINK. Since at the moment you are being a girl...."

Rachel took a kind of iron bracelet out of the bag. She put it on
Napoleon's right hand. Jane handed her a heavy padlock and one end of a
heavy chain. It was secured on the 16 year old male little girl. The other
end of the chain was padlocked to the taps.

Victoria had owned a great deal of crockery. For the last few days none had
been washed because people were waiting for Sissy to take his turn with the
dishes. His turn had come. The dirt on the plates and on the pots had been
given a good chance to congeal and be really hard to wash off.

Sissy's stepmother had a worry.

	"We don't want to ruin your lovely new dress."

Gwen then took a plastic covered apron. She definitely enjoyed tightly
tying the cord and securing the apron.


Sissy started washing the pots and dishes at 9am. He said he had finished
at 10.30. Victoria examined his work. He had to do it again. Then again.

By 1pm Sissy had finished washing the dishes. Gwen liked cooking. She had
explained that usually she had not been able to be as creative as she
wanted. It used too many pots and it took a long time. Today she would not
have to worry.


Whilst Gwen was cooking her mistress piece in the kitchen, Sissy was in the
living room.

Rachel and Dorothy were teaching their "little sister" how to curtsey. It
took an hour an a half before Sissy got it right.