That Old Chestnut Part 3 (Petticoat Punishment

This is an older story I want to pick up. (I'll post the previous parts after this one) He's having to spend 6 months as a girl for being a naughty boy

That Old Chesnut Part 3

Peter, or Penny as he’s now called by his Auntie and uncle, sits in his new room alone, staring at the four walls as if they are a prison. Below him, a feminine chest sticks from his chest, barely covered by the top he’s been made to wear.

For the next six months, this is his life. The life of a teenage girl.

With no TV and with his cell phone taken from him, Peter is left alone with his thoughts.

“They’ve been planning this for weeks….” Peter snarks, talking to himself as he repeats what Uncle Owen told him.

He kicks at the floor, causing his panties to ride up his backside in the process.

“Argh,” he groans, fighting with strands of hair as he desperately tries to fix a self-inflicted wedgie.

He then stands and stands aimlessly.

Feeling the weight upon his chest and the size of his new hips infuriates him. Fighting again with strands of his hair, Peter stomps over to the full-length mirror and glares at his own reflection.

An angry girl looks back at him.

“I don’t want these!” Peter tries pulling off his breasts, but the glue holds firm, pulling at his skin. “Ouch!” Peter stops.

His shoulders sink as he leans against the glass of the mirror, looking deep into he eyes of the girl staring back at him. “How did this happen?”

He once again looks around at Remi’s old room, now his, and lets out a long, defeated sigh. He resides himself to the bed and throws himself face down onto it. He screams as hard as he can into the pillow.

After a little while, there’s a gentle knock on his door.

“Penny?” Auntie Jenny says through the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yes,” Peter replies with his face still buried in a pillow.

The door creaks open, and Jenny appears with a soft smile on her face. She approaches the bed and sits on the edge, putting a hand on Peter’s back.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m bored,” Peter replies, turning his face just enough to speak normally.

“Have you any studying to do?”

“I haven’t been to school yet, Auntie.”

Auntie Jenny chuckles and then stands up from the bed to wander around the room.

“Good point,” she says, opening Remi’s old closet. “Are you nervous about going back to school as a girl?”

Peter sits up on the bed and bashfully covers himself with a pillow. He doesn’t want to acknowledge the idea, so he looks away without answering.

Jenny pulls out a black pleated skirt and a white button blouse from the closet. She brings it over to the bed a lays it out.

“I take your silence on the matter as a yes.”

Jenny then opens one drawer and takes out a pair of white knee-high socks.

“This is your uniform for tomorrow, Penny,” she states, folding everything neatly on the bed. “It might smell a little dusty, but it should fit you just fine.”

Peter looks and the skirt makes him want to hurl. It’s incredibly short—like it’s made for an anime character rather than an actual person in education.

“Oh, Penny,” Auntie Jenny says, sitting on the side of the bed once again and looking up in thought. “I know this must seem so very awful.” She turns and smiles. “But, you and your mother really do think this is for the best.”

Peter tuts, folds his arms tight. “Yeah, you said.” He then looks around the room in disgust. “Can you at least get me a TV or something for my room? Otherwise, I’m going to go insane!”

Jenny thinks for a moment and brings a finger to her chin. “A TV?”

“Yes,” Peter replies sarcastically. “Is that so hard….?”

Jenny ignores his attitude and reacts with the widest of grins. “How about this….” She starts patting Peter’s leg as she talks. “How about we work on a rewards system. You go to school tomorrow and work hard to fit in, and we’ll get you a TV. Does that sound fair?”

“I guess,” Peter replies, furrowing his brow.

“Good,” Jenny says as she pats his leg one last time with meaning. “Well, that’s good then.” As she’s about to leave the room, she stops in the doorway and holds it half closed. “Penny, I’ve invited someone around. She should be here in the next thirty minutes.”

“So….?” Peter replies like he doesn’t care.

“She’s your age.”

Worry creeps into Peter’s voice as he turns to look at Auntie Jenny’s cheeky smile. “M-My age?”

“Yup.” Jenny winks. “Do you remember little Harper who lives up the street from us? You used to play together when you were younger?

“Harper?” Peter thinks for a moment. “Oh, the girl I used to play chase with?

Jenny reminisces for a moment. “You were so cute together.” Her face lights up before quickly looking back at Peter. “She’s going to help you settle in at your new school. We’ve invited her over so you can get to know each other better.”

The blood drains from Peter’s face, and his mouth falls open. “W-What!? R-Right now!?”

“Yes.” Auntie gives him a stern look. “You be nice now. She’s a lovely young woman.”

“S-She can’t come over right now!” Peter shakes his head and holds the pillow tighter over his chest. “I-I’m not ready to see anyone I know like this!”

“As a girl?” Jenny says, stifling a giggle.

Peter doesn’t like being teased; he quickly stands and rushes over to her. “Auntie!” he whines, ignoring the jiggle physics taking place all over his body. “You can’t. I’ll die of embarrassment!”

With a stern look, Jenny shuts down Peter’s complaints.

“Look,” Jenny then smiles and brushes Peter’s cheek with the back of her hand. “Harper knows the situation. She’s looking forward to seeing you again. I think it’s nice and she’s just the sort of friend you need, Penny.”

“S-She knows!?” Peter nervously bites his nails. “Auntie… she’s going to make fun of me!”

“Don’t do that!” Jenny wipes at Peter’s hand to stop him. “No biting your nails, young lady. We need them to grow nice and long!”

“But, Auntie! I’m not ready—”

“Penny,” Jenny raises a finger. “Stop right there, young lady, or you’ll be punished. People are going to see you as a girl, so get used to it. The quick you do, the quicker you’ll adjust.”

“B, But—”

“No buts, sweetheart. Harper is already on her way over, and that’s that!” Jenny looks back at Peter’s new bedroom. “Maybe you should stop complaining and dust your bedroom before your new friend comes over. You don’t want her thinking you're one of those slopy girls now, do you!?”

Peter looks around the room. He then lets out a long sigh. “Y-Yes…. Auntie…..”

“Good,” Auntie Jenny puts her hand on the door handle. “I’ll send Harper up when she’s hear.” She’s about to shut the door, but she stops. “Oh, Penny? Do you want me to bring up some light snacks?”

“I guess,” Peter replies, vacantly staring at his room.

The door clicks shut

“Well, shit….” Peter’s head drops. “This is going to SUCK!”

Reluctantly, Peter does do some dusting. I didn’t really have anything to dust with, so he just picked out the biggest pair of panties he could find and started using those.

After some time cleaning with the granny-sized panties, another soft knock on his bedroom door. His heart races in his chest as he answers the knock

“Y-Yes….?”

A soft voice replies through the door. A voice Peter only half recognises. “H-Hey, Pete—Penny, it’s Harper. Can I come in?”

Peter swallows before squealing out an answer. “Y-Y…Yes…..”

Slowly, the door opens, and a very lovely young blonde woman, with deep blue eyes and freckles across her face, steps into the room.

Her figure radiates the beauty of a goddess, making Peter blush like crazy as she slowly tilts her head to one side and smiles.

“Well, hello,” Harper grins wide with closed eyes. “You’re Auntie told me to come straight up.”

“H-Harper?” Peter’s mouth falls open. He’s stunned at how amazing she looks.

He remembers Harper as that tomboyish girl with goofy teeth and wild hair who used to cry every time she scraped her knee.

“W-Wow….” Peter can’t help but blush in her presence. “Y-You…you’ve changed so much since I last saw you.”

Harper instantly cracks up into laughter as she closes the door behind her. Her innocent smile soon turns to mischief. “So have you!” she blurts out, pointing at his chest. “Pubiety went a whole different direction for you, huh, PETER!?”

She stares at his chest and bursts into giggles. Peter instinctively tries to cover himself, forgetting he’s still holding the giant pair of panties he was using to dust. In his panic, he ends up flashing those too, like some kind of weird magician.

“OMG,” Harper’s face lights up with joy. “Peter, are you PMS’ing? Look at those granny panties!”

Instantly, Peter hides them behind his back, and his cheeks burn bright. “N-no….”

Harper leans, trying to catch a view of them behind his back. She giggles as she turns to hide them.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed, Penny. All of us girls have a pair of big panties!”

Peter’s expression becomes sour, and eventually, he gives in trying to hide them. “I thought you were here to help me, not tease me.”

“Oh, I am,” Harper starts looking around, opening drawers, and looking in the closet. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy teasing you once in a while.” As she opens the closet to look at Remi’s old clothes, she glances at Peter with a cheeky smile.

“I heard what you did. You’re such a rascal.”

Harper rifles through the outfits hanging before looking at the bed and the school uniform neatly placed upon it.

“Have you tried it on yet?” She points at it.

“What do you think?” Peter pouts as he puts the granny pants on the side.

“Have you got white bras?”

“I don’t know,” Peter folds his arms tight. “This isn’t my room, Harper. It’s Remi’s, my cousin's. They’re forcing me to wear all this stuff.”

“Well,” Harper tucks her hair behind her ear as she sits delicately on the edge of the bed. “You need to wear white bras at school. Any other color is noticeable through the blouse, and that’ll get you in trouble.”

“Great.” Peter sighs and joins her by sitting on the bed. Slowly, he puts his head in his hands. “This sucks, Harper. I can’t believe they are making me do this. I don’t wanna be a girl.”

“Least you’ve got the body for it,” Harper answers honestly, leaning back on her hands. “Why don’t you try on the uniform. It might make you feel more comfortable for tomorrow.”

“I’d rather not.”

Harper playfully pushes his shoulder. “Come on, put it on.” A smile tugs at her lips. “Or I’ll tell your Auntie, you’re not playing nice!”

Peter groans and flops backwards onto the bed. “I swear, Harper, if you even think about touching that skirt, I’m jumping out the window.”

Harper giggles and lifts the skirt off the bed anyway. “You wouldn’t get far, sweetheart.”

Peter squints. “Sweetheart?”

“Just put it on,” she winks, tossing the skirt onto his stomach. “I’m here to help, and that’s what I’m doing.”

With the exaggerated dramatics, Peter sits up, grabs the uniform, and trudges toward the corner of the room to change. “Don’t look. I don’t want you to see what they’ve done to me.”

Harper gives him a wry smile. “I can already see what they’ve done. What boy has a stunning little figure like that, eh?”

A few minutes and several muffled curses later, Peter steps out, blouse buttoned, pleated skirt somehow staying up, and socks pulled to his knees. He shifts awkwardly on the spot, blushing furiously. “W-well…..?”

Harper’s jaw drops. “Wow.” She stifles a laugh. “I know a few boys who are going to be very interested in you, Penny!”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious! If you show up like that to school, the boys wouldn’t even notice me.”

Peter glares. “That’s not funny.”

Harper steps up beside him, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the full-length mirror. She stands next to him, both of them reflected side by side. Peter tries not to look, but his eyes wander up anyway.

He gasps. “Oh my god… I look like… like—”

“A pretty girl,” Harper finishes for him with a grin. “Prettier than me, honestly. This is not fair.”

“You’re insane,” Peter mutters.

Harper places a hand on her hip and strikes a mock model pose. “It’s fine. I’ll just be your plain sidekick for the time being.”

Peter snorts. “Sidekick?”

“Oh yeah,” she grins. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you again. This’ll be more fun than playing chase together!”

Peter can’t help but smile. He gives her a sidelong look, still awkward but softening. “Thanks, Harper.”

She smiles gently. “Hey, I’ve got your back. Girlhood’s tough. But it’s more fun with friends.”