Living in Paradise 2

When he wanted to take his boxer shorts she stopped him: “You don’t want to wear such dull underwear anymore, do you?” handing him brief-type underpants, with a cute colorful teddy bear print. Smilingly he took them and was surprised to note that they were made of a thick soft fabric. Seeing his surprise she smiled too: “Now that you are naked down there we don’t want you to get cold, do we?”  He eagerly pulled  them on but although it was a full brief he had difficulty fitting his hard penis in them. Coming up behind him, she put his hands on his crotch and made him stroke his member through the pants. After having had a hard one for over an hour he came almost instantly ejaculating inside the briefs. As he was still trembling on his legs she whispered in his ear: “Except for keeping your wheezy warm, it also serves at absorbing your juices, dirty little boy.”

 

 

What happened before?

 

You will find the preceding chapters of this story in “topics” under “Paradise,, with the different chapters in reversed order. To find the first chapter you just have to scroll down to the bottom.

Or you can go to the “Index page” and click on the link to the first chapter, and from there follow the links each time to the next chapter

 

 

Chapter 2 October

 

George didn’t exactly have much hair on his legs, on the contrary, but still, wearing a skirt it didn’t seem right. The two girls looked at each other and laughing even harder than Benjamin, Nathalie concluded:

“George I’m afraid we’ll have to shave your legs.”

He looked at her with a desperate look in his eyes but before he could say anything she continued: “You promised to try George.”

 

He sighted deeply but then reluctantly agreed to have his legs shaven. As soon as he had entered the bathroom and they had told him to take off the skirt, Nathalie looked at his arms and turned towards her sister: “It’s not only his legs, we’ll have to take care of his arms to, don’t you think?”.  George, knowing it didn’t make sense to resist, became defiant. He undressed himself further, soon standing in front of them wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. The two girls went ballistic noticing his chest hair .

An hour later he found himself on the tennis court with shaven arms, chest and legs, wearing a short skirt.

 

When he had come out he had crossed Elisabeth who looking surprised had exclaimed:

-Well, well, George you’ll really do anything those girls ask you, won’t you? Be careful!

She had laughed heartily and gone on.

George had turned red but spurned on by Nathalie soon had found himself absorbed by the game. Nathalie played quiet well but George could more or less keep up with her. They both enjoyed the game a lot.

 

When the game was over – Nathalie won – they went for a short swim. Since George had brought swimming wear this time there was no clothing problem. While they were swimming the father came home. He was indeed an impressive figure. His name was Edward but George wouldn’t dream of calling him by the first name. It was the kind of person you always called sir. While he was being introduced by Nathalie both still dripping beside the pool they were joined by Julia and Elisabeth. Julia, as was the custom, took the lead again:

-Dad, I see you met already our new boarder.

George looked surprised first at Julia and then at Elisabeth. Did that mean he was accepted?

Elisabeth smiled warmly:

-You seem to be fitting in quiet well, don’t you think George? Or should I say Georgette?

They all laughed except for Edward who looked a little puzzled but didn’t seem to care.

-When are you planning to move in?

-Euh, tomorrow? No better make it Monday.

-All right. We’ll see you on Monday then

They all left, leaving George and Nathalie alone. She jumped around his neck.

-George I’m so happy.

So was he. But at the same time he was worried. What had he gone into?

 

 

 

On Monday afternoon George arrived carrying two heavy suitcases. He had been angry with himself for having changed the day of his arrival from Sunday to Monday. The day before he could have asked his father to bring him. But he had been surprised by the suddenness of the offer and being somewhat afraid of what was going to be expected of him, especially by Nathalie , in an automatic fashion had delayed his arrival with one day. This meant that he had had to travel by train and bus carrying the suitcases in which he had mainly packed his courses and books.

Julia ,as always in charge, had received him and seeing him all covered in transpiration had immediately called the housekeeper Andres to help him carry the suitcases to his second floor room. He was still unpacking when Nathalie charged into his room. She had just come back from her classes and, learning from Julia that George had arrived, hadn’t waited one second to come to welcome him. She flung her arms around him and gave him a warm kiss. After she had told him she had looked for him all over the university and he had explained he had had to travel with his heavy suitcases and therefore had decided to skip classes she went to her room next door to change into “something more comfortable”. As she was wearing tight fitting jeans under a polo shirt he wondered what was uncomfortable about those but didn’t say anything.

“Is it all right if I come back in a minute to help you unpack ?”

“I’m more or less done, but  you are welcome whenever you like.”

 

In literally one minute she was back. She had only changed the jeans for a very short denim dungaree dress. Spinning around she asked provocatively: “What do you think?”

Just as on Saturday George thought it looked rather childish but found her very attractive: “Nathalie, you are driving me crazy”. He hesitated for a second and then added: “Nathalie, I’ve fallen in love with you. From the first moment I saw you.”

 

She smiled understandingly as if to say she knew it all the time. But as he tried to take her in his arms she slipped away.

“Don’t you love me ?”

“No, not yet. But don’t look so upset, I’m sure that day will come. In the mean time we can be friends. But aren’t you going to put on some more comfortable clothes too?”

 

Looking at his jeans and t-shirt he wondered what could be more comfortable. But he should have known what she had in mind. She showed him some very small orange 4-pocket shorts, asking if he didn’t think they looked just lovely. He sighted but knowing he was not going to escape he took off his jeans and pulled on the tiny shorts. His shirt covered them almost completely wich was not too the liking of his friend. She turned around and after a few moments came back holding a pale blue t-shirt. It had a drawing of a pony in the front, and had short skewed sleeves, but above all, it was very short , so that it barely covered his belly. Before he had time to realise what he was wearing Nathalie exclaimed he looked marvelous, and told him to follow her as she was going top show him around the estate, as there were still a lot of places he hadn’t been show on Saturday.

 

He hesitated and asked if he shouldn’t go first ask Andres and Carmen if he could help with anything. Nathalie shrugged:”I don’t think you are expected to. It’s only your first day. But in passing we’ll check with Julia.”

 

Julia – who smiled when she saw his outfit for a moment losing her usual serious demeanor, – agreed to let him be free on his first day, and they spend their time together until dinner. Just as on Saturday George felt completely at ease with all of them. After dinner he went to his room to prepare his classes for the next day. Somewhat after 9 Nathalie came into his room to tell him he should take his shower: “Mom  always wants us, the “small ones”, to come downstairs “all set to go to sleep”  around bedtime.

“But it’s only nine o clock.”

“Bedtime usually is somewhere between 9.30 and 10. But don’t you worry, as long as there is no noise they never come to the second floor to check if we are asleep. I do most of my work then. Emma, the previous border, however usually came to her room around 11.00 and we had to make sure the lights were out at that moment.”

 

When he got out of his shower, wrapped in a bath towel, Nathalie was waiting for him in his room. She wore a very short romantic nightdress with lace straps crossing on her back. She looked cuter than ever. When she asked if he had decent pajama’s he had to admit that of course he didn’t. He always slept in his boxer shorts and a t-shirt. She had expected this and, handing him pajama’s, told  him that he had to be presentable but ready for bed, to go downstairs. He looked at her incredulous, she couldn’t be serious, was she?  But she insisted she was dead serious, assuring him that if he wouldn’t present himself neatly dressed to go to bed they would be in deep trouble.

He looked at the pajama’s noticing that they were of course rather girly consisting of a pair of  leggings and a long sleeved shirt with a drawing of  a kitty on the front, but he had already been told to wear worse outfts. He shrugged and put on the pyjama’s ready to brave the family.

 

Again Nathalie assured him he looked lovely. Entering the family room he got the usual amused looks of the audience, but everybody was already getting used to the way Nathalie had him dress, and nobody made a remark. Benjamin was wearing a pyjama set consiting of colourfull shorts and a shirt. But Emily was not dressed for bed at all. George shot a inquisitive look at Nathalie, but she just looked annoyed at her sister and shrugged, before sitting down next to Benjamin proposing her to play cards. The girl accepted immediately and, smiling again Nathalie motioned to George to sit next to her – she didn’t even bother asking him if he wanted to join them – and then asked Emily if she wanted to play with them. The 14 year old girl gave them a superior look: “What game are you going to play? Not Blowout again?” Both Benjamin and Nathalie shrieked together: “Of course, we love that game!” Emily sighted and declined to join them: “Oh come on, that’s a babie’s game!”

 

Nathalie gave her another anoyed look but then, ignoring her, began distributing the cards beween the 3 of them, while she explained the rules to Georges. George was flabbergasted by the stupidity of the game. Each player received one third of the pack of cards, and then all 3 had to turn their top card. The one with the highest card had to add the 3 cards on the table to the bottom of his pack . When there was a draw the two with the equal cards had to turn another card from their respective packs, and the highest one had then to add all 5 cards to his pack. The winner of the game was the first to get rid of all his cards.

The two girls were soon completely absorbed by their game shouting and shrieking with each losses and wins. Georges found the game at first rather boring, but the way the two girls got completely into te game amused him, and he began enjoying it. But the noise annoyed the others and after having asked them to be quieter two times, Julia suddenly asked them why they didn’t play upstairs, so that the others could read in peace. Nathalie immediately accepted, and gathering the cards jumped up, and followed by Benjamin and Georges, left the room. Just as they were at the door Julia stopped Benjamin, telling her she couldn’t play very long anymore as she had to tun off the lights in 15 minutes. Georges looked at his watch noticing that it was 9.30.

 

They went to Nathalie’s room and, sitting on the floor, continued their game. After a while Emily came upstairs and seeing how the others were having fun hesitated for a moment but then joined them. Another 15 minutes later Julia shouted from the floor below that it was time to put out the lights. The girls lookked disapointed but obeyed immediately.

 

Lying on his back in his bed George realized he had not finished preparing next day’s classes and decided to get up early to finish the work. At that moment he heard the door of his room opening and some snickering, and before he could react he felt a person gliding besides him in his bed. All excited he realized that Nathalie had joined him, and impulsively he turned his head towards her wanting to kiss her. But she put her hand over his mouth and pushed him back. Wondering what she was up to he didn’t resist. But before he could relax he sensed a second person joining him on the other side, and Nathalie whispering in his ear: “ Emily and I are here to ask you a favour.”  Ever more excited he whispered back that she could ask him anything.  He felt her hand gliding down towards his waist while she kissed him on his lips and then continued to whisper in his ear: “You are so sweet. Listen, Benjamin has never seen a naked boy, and that frustrates her a great deal. Could you take off your pants for her?”

 

Not believing what he was hearing, he sat up, pushing away the two girls:  “Are you mad? No, I am not going to get naked for her, no way!”  At that moment someone turned on the light and the following events went very fast as if everything had been planned. He looked right into the eyes of Benjamin who was standing at the end of his bed, while Emily with a strong hand pushed him back on his back again, and Nathalie held the elastic waistband of his payjama pants in her hand, looking at him with a disapointed face: “Come on Georges, you promised you would do whatever I asked you.” And without waiting for his further reaction pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his jewels.

 

Benjamin immediately began laughing very hard: “Ugh, how ugly”. Nathalie joined in: “Oh my god, what a bush! We will have to remove all that ugly hair and make you smooth all over, just as we did with your legs. But that’s not for today.”  Georges sighted deeply, but decided the best thing to do was not to react, so he led himself sink into his cushion. But the girls had more in mind. He felt Nathalie grab his dagger and softly stroke it: “Look Benjamin, how it grows.”  To his horror Georges felt how his weapon indeed began swelling while the 3 girls shrieked with delight. He closed his eyes hoping it would all be over soon. But again that was too optimistic.

 

Nathalie began stroking his manlyhood in a more rhytmic fashion, making it grow even more. Nathalie made admiring remarks in a surprised voice, all the time continuing to stroke: “Look Benjamin, it will start spitting any moment now.” It was only then that Georges realized what she was up too.

 

But it was too late, a few moments later a large jet spouted while Benjamin shrieked in disbelief and Emily grunted that is was gross. But Nathalie gave him a soft kiss, thanking him, and congratulating him (“Quiet impressive!”), before taking her little sister by the hand, and telling Emily to come with her. When the girls were out George looked at his sperma-covered pajama pants and sheets. He wanted to clean up but was afraid to run into one of the girls on his way to the bathroom, and decided to go to sleep. He felt very ambiguous towards the whole event. Masturbating in front of the girls had been humiliating, but Nathalie’s final comment made him feel proud. He had a restless night.

 

The following morning Nathalie came into his room all dressed, while he was still slumbering, waking him up with a kiss. She did as if she didn’t notice his stained sheets, telling him simply that she would see him at the breakfast table, and that he should hurry.  Realizing he had overslept and that he wouldn’t have time to prepare his class he felt a small pang of guilt, but without worrying too much he quickly washed and dressed, hurrying to join the others.

 

For breakfast everybody had to take care of himself, choosing and preparing one’s own food. With all 9 of them busy walking around, sitting, standing, eating, cooking, drinking  it was a happy, noisy, gathering. Once again Georges felt himself in paradise, forgetting the stranger aspects of his stay.

 

After school he hurried home, conscious he would have to work in the household, and this time he wanted to reserve some time to prepare his classes. When he got to his room he immediately noticed the clothes that had been placed on his bed with a short letter from Nathalie. He looked with horror at the small yellow shortalls and the white shirt with a small yellow Peter Pan collar and yellow rimmed short sleeves. Was she really expecting him to wear this outfit?

He took the letter and calmed down immediately. She told him she was so happy that she had convinced her sister to take him as the new household help, that he had been wonderful so far, accepting good humoredly all her quirks and demands, that he was the nicest person that she had ever met, that she was beginning to love him already.

After reading the letter he felt better and without further hesitation put on the childish, girly outfit she had prepared for him.  It was only then that he noticed someone had changed his bedsheets, and looking around, he realized that his stained pyjama’s were gone too. He felt embarrassed, hoping it had been Nathalie, not Carmen , or even worse Julia, who had done that.

On his way to the kitchen  he crossed Elisabeth who almost choked when she saw him: “Ho,ho, ho, Georges where is this going to end? I guess we will see you in rompers next time? Hahaha! ” George blushed very hard but she smiled at him “But you look very sweet. Nathalie is going to love it.”  Georges blushed even harder and hurried towards the kitchen.

 

When he entered the kitchen Carmen too was startled. She looked him up and down, and then turned around and went towards a corner of the kitchen where she took an apron off a hook, and handed it to him: “You better wear this before you get your pretty clothes all dirty. Kitchen work tends to cause stains.” Georges looked at the housewife’s bib-apron made of a flowery print fabric, and hesitated to put it on. The apron consisted of a half skirt that was nodded in the back, and a bib that hung around the neck with braces. Isabel had said that Nathalie would love his outfit, so he didn’t want to cover it with an apron. On the other hand he didn’t want to stain his new outfit, and judging from her eagerness to hand him the apron he realized Carmen would feel more comfortably when he would be wearing it over the childish shortalls.

 

When he put on the apron – which effectively completely covered the shorts – she looked at him approvingly, and put him to work, cleaning and cutting vegetables. A little while later Nathalie burst into the kitchen. She first looked somewhat disappointed but then, laughing, made him stand up, and turned towards Carmen: “He will make a perfect maid don’t you think?”  Carmen looked somewhat embarrassed but nodded hesitantly with a shy smile. Georges was still standing awkwardly, hesitating to sit down and continue his work, but he wanted to protest that he would do anything to please Nathalie but that he didn’t like it when she called him a maid, not in front of others at least. But before he could make up his mind she took him by the shoulders and made him turn around.  In the back the apron was completely open, and she padded him on the bottom, and bending over, whispered in his ear: “Your shortalls look lovely, can’t wait to see you without the apron. And cute shirt you are wearing. ”. Before he could react she had planted a kiss in his neck and had left them alone again.

 

At dinner time he took off the apron and joined the family at the table. His outrageously girly outfit got him a number of mocking remarks but when Nathalie sat down next to him and placed her hand on his knee he thought it was worth it. After dinner he hurried upstairs to work for the university. But he was soon interrupted by Nathalie who came into his room looking mischievously as usual: “Come on, there is still something that has to be done, remember?”  He hadn’t the faintest idea what she was referring too, but as always couldn’t resist her engaging, permanently mocking, smile. She took him by the hand and he followed her to the bathroom, where she told him to undress. At that moment he remembered, and to his amazement, got all excited by what he realized she was up too.

 

He had to undress completely and then stand on a newspaper she had brought, while she began cutting his pubic hair with a pair of small scissors. When she had cut all the hair short she applied a very thin layer of shaving foam. Of course this made his penis grow but that didn’t stop her from taking a razor and then gently, very slowly, shave him all clean. It took quite a while, but when it was done he loved the sight and the feeling of it. Nathalie too clearly liked it, telling him gently that he was now “as smooth as a baby, just as the rest of them”. Of course he would have suspected it if he had given it a thought but now this remark came as a revelation. Nathalie noticed it and asked if he wanted to see it, and without waiting his reaction began to undress. Soon she was standing completely naked next to him showing off her completely smooth private parts, asking teasingly if he liked it, completely ignoring the erection he had had for almost an hour, and then proposing to take a bath together. Again she didn’t wait for his answer, climbing into the bath and filling it with hot water, where he eagerly joined her.

 

When they were both sitting facing each other he couldn’t believe what was happening. But his surprises weren’t over yet. He had seen the little ducks and other floating toys sitting on the board but hadn’t really noticed them until she dropped them in the water. At first he felt a little awkward but then he soon followed her example playing with them splashing water all over. After a while she told him to stand up, and standing next to him began washing him with an handkerchief. When she got to the freshly shaven skin around his penis she asked if he didn’t prefer it this way. Looking down he earnestly answered he did. She told him to open his legs and washed his anus, pushing her finger slightly inside, then had him lift one leg, washed his leg and foot, and then the next. When she was finished she asked him to return the favor. He would never have dreamed that taking a bath could be such heaven.

 

Paradise continued when getting out of bath they dried each other from top to toe. When they were dry he was told to get dressed but when he took his boxer shorts where he had dropped them she stopped him: “You don’t want to wear such dull underwear anymore, do you?”, and handed him brief-type underpants, with a cute colorful teddy bear print. Smilingly he took them and was surprised to note that they were made of a thick soft fabric. Seeing his surprise she smiled too: “Now that you are naked down there we don’t want you to get cold, do we?”  He eagerly pulled them on but although it was a full brief he had difficulty fitting his hard penis in them. She put him in front of the mirror so that he could have a better look at the cute pants, and then coming up behind him, she put his hands on his crotch and made him stroke his member through the pants. After having had a hard one for over an hour he came almost instantly,  ejaculating inside the briefs. As he was still trembling on his legs she whispered in his ear: “Except for keeping your wheezy warm, it also serves at absorbing your juices, dirty little boy.”   Pulling the waist of the pants a little higher she continued: ”You see; now your little bird fits inside alright.”  He blushed which made her laugh.

 

Next she handed him new pajamas, consisting of a long short sleeved white shirt with a turquoise drawing of a flower and turquoise rims at the round collar and the sleeves, accompanied with assorted stretch shorts. Seeing what she wanted him to wear to go downstairs he sighted again, but this time from pure bliss.

 

When he got downstairs Julia was the only one who gave him a long look: “New pajamas? What happened to the others?” Once more Georges blushed, but before he could answer Nathalie came to his rescue: “The others were too warm for summer”. Julia seemed to accept the explanation and Natalie and Benjamin sat down to play cards again. But to Nathalie’s disappointment Georges declined to join them, going upstairs to finish his work.  Sometime later he heard that the girls had come upstairs but to his surprise Nathalie didn’t come to his room. When he finished his work he went to the bathroom and noticed Nathalie wasn’t sleeping yet as there was light coming from underneath the door of her room. He decided to go give her a night-kiss and knocked on her door. When she told him to come in he found her sitting in her bed, looking at him over the rim of a girly magazine in her bed: “Ah, Georges, what’s up?”  Walking over to her bed he told her he wanted to wish her good night. She looked surprised: “Oh, how sweet of you. But you know what, I have a better idea. You go back to your room and I join you in a minute to read you a bedtime story.”

 

Georges looked at her flabbergasted, but looking at her pretty, smiling face, the prospect of having her join him in his room to tell him a story was too appealing to refuse.  He agreed and hurried to his room. A few minutes later she entered his room, wearing a very short nightdress, telling him to push over, and joining him in his bed as he had hoped she would. When he noticed the children’s book she was holding he smiled. And when she put her arm around him and opened the book (“Martine fait de la bicyclette”) he was happy. It felt strangely perfect.

 

She read him a number of pages but then told him it was time to go to sleep and wanted to slip out of his bed. He protested she couldn’t go yet and held her by the wrist. She looked annoyed but then bent over and put her free hand on his crotch: “The little baby doesn’t want big sister to leave? But, it’s time for the little kids to go to sleep, tomorrow we have to be fresh.” All the while she was stroking his crotch and he felt his member swelling inside the pants, and he began breathing heavily.  “You like big sis to do that, don’t you? OK, I will make you feel good, but when you are ready you have to let me go, you promise?”  He felt ashamed that he was letting her masturbate him again, but couldn’t resist whispering “promised”.  He held out longer than the previous times, but nevertheless he soon felt how he ejaculated for the second time in his thick briefs. Nathalie sensed it too, and kissed him on the forehead: “Dodo big boy, see you in the morning.”

Before he could protest again she had slipped away and after putting out the light had left the room. He fell asleep, ashamed but happy, thinking at Nathalie and the strange events of the day.

 

–    Next Chapter:   https://clairodon.wordpress.com/2014/12/02/living-in-paradise-3/

 

 

 

 

4 comments on “Living in Paradise 2

  1. […] On the 22nd of November I published the second chapter of Living in Paradise, the continuation of this happy age play and feminization story: George gets more and more wound around Nathalie’s finger, accepting all her strange, somewhat kinky, demands and quirks. He has no clue where this is going to lead him but he loves it. https://clairodon.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/living-in-paradise-2-2/ […]

  2. […] On the 22nd of November I published the second chapter of Living in Paradise, the continuation of this happy age play and feminization story: George gets more and more wound around Nathalie’s finger, accepting all her strange, somewhat kinky, demands and quirks. He has no clue where this is going to lead him but he loves it. https://clairodon.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/living-in-paradise-2-2/ […]

  3. […] On the 22nd of November I published the second chapter of Living in Paradise, the continuation of this happy age play and feminization story: George gets more and more wound around Nathalie’s finger, accepting all her strange, somewhat kinky, demands and quirks. He has no clue where this is going to lead him but he loves it. https://clairodon.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/living-in-paradise-2-2/ […]

  4. […] On the 22nd of November I published the second chapter of Living in Paradise, the continuation of this happy age play and feminization story: George gets more and more wound around Nathalie’s finger, accepting all her strange, somewhat kinky, demands and quirks. He has no clue where this is going to lead him but he loves it. https://clairodon.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/living-in-paradise-2-2/ […]

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