After School Sissy -- Part 3

Last Friday afternoon, when I came home from school, I went straight to my mother's room to do my make-up and put on one of her dresses like I do everyday.  As soon as I was satisfied that I looked pretty and girlish enough, I got busy on my chores before it was time to start making Stepfather's dinner.  As I was dusting upstairs, I went into my bedroom and discovered that my bed was gone.  When Stepfather came home I asked him what happened to my bed.

"Oh, I decided that you wouldn't be needing that old bed any more," he said.  I didn't understand what that meant, but I know he doesn't like it when I ask a lot of questions, so I let go.

After dinner, we went to the den and I climbed onto Stepfather's lap like usual to watch TV.  He wrapped his big arms around me, and started stroking me through the satiny dress I was wearing.  But after just a few minutes he let out a big yawn and announced that he was tired and wanted to go to bed.  "Come with me," he said.  "I have something to show you."

He took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom.  I noticed that one of my mother's nightgowns was laid out on his big bed. 

"I want you to put that on," he said.  I knew better than to argue, so I picked up the silky nightie. 

"Okay," I said.  "I'll take this to my room and I'll try it on."

"No," he replied.  "You can change right here."

So I unzipped my dress (I mean mother's dress) and let it fall to the floor.  Stepfather seemed to enjoy watching me as I did this.  I unlaced my corset and pulled off my stockings.  I was about to take off my bra, but Stepfather said to keep it on.   While I was undressing, Stepfather started rubbing the front of his pants with his hand and was breathing hard.

I carefully pulled the silky nightie over my head, being careful not to mess up my wig or make-up.  The nightie was extremely feminine and sweet.   It had little ruffly cap sleeves and was trimmed with several ribbons and bows.   "Walk around," Stepfather instructed.   "Yeah, that's nice," he said as I paraded around the room. 

After a few minutes he handed me another one of mother's nighties.  "Here," he said.  "Try this one on."  I did as he instructed.  I modeled several nightgowns for him that evening.  He decided that he liked the one I tried on last the best.  It was soft pink with white applique flowers trimming the neckline. 

"Yes," he said.  "Keep that one on."  He kept staring at me, his hand still rubbing his erection through his pants.  I felt so exposed just standing there in th sheer nightie.  I held onto the back of the chair while he continued to stare at me. 

After a few minutes, he came out of his trance.  He said that he was going to go to the bathroom, and that when he came out, he wanted the lights dimmed and the candles lit.  I didn't like where this was going but I didn't argue.

I prepared the room the way he asked and after a few minutes he emerged from the bathroom.  He was completely naked!  He ran at me and literally pushed onto his bed.  He fell on top of me, all of his weight -- and his erection -- pressing down on me.

"This is the way things are going to be from now on, Lydia," he stated, calling me by my mother's name.  "Now spread your legs."