Chapter Four: Fourth Impressions

All characters depicted are 21+. This story contains mature kink-related themes.

“Oh my god, you have such a prissy sense of fashion. Oh, I’m sorry, Santa has such a prissy sense of fashion!” Emma guffaws as she holds up yet another unwrapped outfit, which tinkles with each movement. In her hands is an emerald green dress, with miles of lace covering each and every hem. A shiny, white bow covers the chest and another sits atop the back of the skirt, while a tiny apron accentuates the waist. Small, tulle puffs cap the sleeves.

Eve silently giggles as she covers her mouth upon seeing this new garment. Taking another sip of wine, she gasps while opening another present. “Ooh, look! I found the matching accessory! Why is it so heavy though…” She holds up a black feather duster, which has a rather thick handle. She seems befuddled, before Emma takes it and points out a button to her. Eve still seems confused, while Emma grins.

At this point, I’m sitting quietly with my skirts laid out over my thighs. I fiddle with the hem, trying my best to stretch it out. The skirt is too short though. Every which way I pull it, another piece of my frilly pantied ass sticks out. With each exposure comes a fresh set of giggles from the sisters who have decided I’m their new doll. Then there’s the quiet, voracious stare from Mother.

Every time I glance at her, she is looking directly at me. It’s as if she’s taking every single inch of me in, from my girlish attire, to my massive wig, to my heavily applied makeup, to my soul. I furtively look away each time. Only to be drawn back to her eyes. She gives me a small smile. A hungry smile. 

With the sisters, I’m growing red with embarrassment. With Mother, I feel like prey. I feel vulnerable and incapable of doing anything about my situation. But I have to try. 

I move as though I’m getting ready to stand up. Eve gently pushes down on my shoulders, grabbing my hands to finish painting my nails. As I try to back away, Emma grabs my waist and essentially places me in her lap. Now she can adjust my wig while playing with my locks. I look up, gulping, only to see Mother’s glimmering eyes staring back at me. A glowering expression on her face telling me all I need to know. 

“I’m stuck as Antoinette until Effie saves me…” I quickly glance over to my previous seat. Sitting in the midst of several unwrapped presents, paper, and my stocking is my phone. “Maybe if I let Effie know I’m feeling sick, she’ll come back early? But then what am I supposed to tell her…should I wait until tonight? Maybe I can change by then…”

As I cycle through half-baked plans in my head, I hear a ding. The ladies and myself are all surprised, before Eve mouths a small “Oh!”.

“The cinnamon rolls are ready!” Eve leaves my nails to dry whilst she walks back to the kitchen. 

“I’ll come help!” Emma calls out and rushes after Eve who looks bemused, leaving me jostled but alone. Except for Mother of course. I glance over at my phone again, before shifting my eyes towards Mother.

She has not taken her eyes off me just yet. She still has a small smile on her face, as she twirls her nearly empty wine glass. 

I shift. My petticoats rustle, bringing a fresh wave of red to my face. I move to get up, this has to be my chance. Mother’s gaze follows me as I stand. My skirts fluff out and I try to push down the front, not wanting to expose my pantied crotch to her. I adjust my wig, keeping the hair out of my face as she continues to smile at me. 

I’m frozen. Unable to decide what to do. “Will she stop me from retrieving my phone? Am I being dramatic about this whole situation?” My nerves calm a bit. “Maybe I can just play this off as a joke…”

Mother takes her last sip, indulging herself in her wine as she closes her eyes. My breath is taken away, she is so beautiful. And yet so terrifying. 

Then she opens her eyes and holds out her wine glass, expectantly.

My mouth feels dry from apprehension. My body moves forward obediently and without pause. I take the glass as she smiles at me and I smile back for some reason. Then I turn and walk to the kitchen, glass clutched to my chest. “Such a good girl!” She praises me from behind.

My heart flutters as I mince my way towards the delicious odor of cinnamon rolls. “What the hell was that Antoinet- Antoine!” I shake my heavy head at myself. I need to find a way out of this situation before-

“Oh there you are Antoinette!” Emma calls out as I can see Eve spreading icing on the cinnamon rolls. Even in my current state, I would be lying if I said the sight and aroma weren’t enough to make me drool. Emma scoffs while chomping away, while Eve rolls her eyes and beckons me forward. I oblige. 

“Take this tray over to the living room,” She instructs me while taking the wine glass from my hands. “And then here, be careful with this on the way back…” She places a refilled glass onto the tray. As I pick it up, I feel everything moving ever so slightly. I can feel myself concentrating on this new task.

Emma laughs as I turn to walk back. I move slowly, feeling my heart race as I notice the wine sloshing. I hear Eve sigh behind me. “Here.”

I feel hands around my waist, then a hand at my back. “Stand up straight. Face forward. Hold the tray steady. Now watch me.” Eve lets me go then walks past me, demonstrating how to hold something in her hands while arching her heels. I imitate her feminine gait, to her satisfaction. Emma continues to giggle behind me.

I almost feel proud of myself, sashaying all the way back to Mother. Then of course I hear the petticoats rustling, my heels clicking on the hardwood, and taste my lipstick. My face burns red as I stop in front of Mother. I pause, before realizing she is waiting expectantly.

Trembling, I bend over to place the tray next to her and hand over her new wine glass. Then I feel a slight slap to my pantied rear. I yelp as I stand back up, seeing a smirk on Mother’s face. “Now young lady, it looks like I’m going to need to re-raise you. No young girl of mine is going to show off her underwear like that!” 

I blush as I realize I must have been flashing her the entire time, holding a hand to my rear. Such a quick spank and it stings! The other two are giggling as Mother goes through the process of showing me how to bend with my knees so as to avoid flashing everyone again. Then I’m demonstrating how to walk properly. Again but with books on my head. Then I get to sit while making sure my skirts are tucked in properly.

This goes on for what feels like an hour, all while everyone gets to snack on cinnamon rolls while laughing at my expense. I almost feel dizzy from all the blushing. At long last, I get to walk back to my seat, adjust my skirts, and then eat.

I lose myself in how delicious the roll is, closing my eyes and savoring the sweet taste. “Young lady…” I hear Mother chide as Eve walks over to wipe my mouth. I feel embarrassed…but realize it’s due to making Mother disappointed rather than being treated like a child. I finish my roll slowly, taking small bites while Mother and Eve nod in approval.

“Well, young ladies. This has been most exciting but unfortunately, it’s time to clean up!” I look around and notice that along with the plates, glasses, and utensils, there is so much wrapping paper littered around the room. Emma sighs as Eve begins to stand up, ready to reach for an empty box. Then Emma gains a sparkle in her eye.

“Wait! Mom. I have a better idea. Why don’t we teach Antoinette about proper cleaning?” She smirks as she walks over to my present pile. “After all, you were pretty strict about having us learn the proper way to keep a house.” She picks up the emerald dress from before, grinning at me. I gulp as even Eve begins to smile. 

“Hmm. You know. You’re absolutely right! Every young lady should know how to clean properly. Get that wig off her, I want to try something.” Mother walks over to one of her own presents as Emma and Eve rush me.

I feel so vulnerable as my wig and dress are peeled off me. I grasp for my chest as I feel fresh air hit it, but Emma is slapping away my hands as she makes me spread my arms. “Oohh, let’s try these!”

I soon figure out what Eve is referring to by a sudden intake of air. My waist is crushed as my secretly acquired corset is tightened around it. Soft materials with heavy inserts are placed on my chest, with Emma’s cackles accompanying it. I’m made to step into a pair of sheer stockings before the dress is pulled over my head and arms. 

I can feel myself being re-adjusted by the two women as I’m zipped up into the emerald maid’s dress. My head is pulled back as the matching frilled choker is placed around my neck. Then I hear a few clicks from behind before seeing Emma’s grin in my periphery. Eve places a frilly headdress on my head before making me step into a pair of matching heels. 

At this point, I’m feeling thoroughly humiliated before I see Mother beckoning me forward to a chair. I silently obey, sashaying over to the chair before sitting down properly. I’m thankful for my fuller and slightly longer skirts. Curious, I try to look up at Mother before she gently makes me face forward. 

I’m blinded for a few seconds as something covers my head and body. I realize that Mother is placing some sort of cover on me, before my head comes out. Then I hear clipping. My long hair is being pulled on. Then sprayed. It only takes me a minute to notice my hair falling in small amounts. Mother is steadily cutting my hair as promised.

I gulp as I endure the process. Emma and Eve are both watching me intently. The latter seems to want to clean up but the former keeps her pinned. Instead, Emma encourages Eve to drink more wine. 

After a tortuous amount of time, I feel Mother placing product in my hair. “I’ll have to give you the full treatment tonight or tomorrow but…I think you look quite nice, young lady!” She holds up a mirror and I gasp.

My long hair is now a pristine bob. Just like hers. I can see Mother smiling at me through the mirror and I wryly smile back. “Oh god, she’s turning me into one of her daughters all right…”

As she takes the cover off me and leaves the room to clean it off, Emma bounds forward and places the heavy feather duster from before in my hand. She leans forward and whispers in my ear. “I’ll just give you a small warning…Mom is pretty strict about having toys around…so you’d better not let her find out this is meant for naughtier stuff besides cleaning…”

My face glows bright red as she smirks. Eve looks a bit confused once again as Mother comes back. “Well. If Santa got you this outfit…I think we’d better put it to good use!”

I spend the next few hours picking up all of our wrapping paper, empty boxes, and discarded bows. Mother chides me whenever I improperly bend over, making the process take forever in my new tall heels. I make small piles of everything as Emma teases me about going outside to place it into the bins. Laughing at my terrified face, she gets an earful from Eve who takes pity on me and makes Emma do it herself. 

Then come the dishes. I’m made to wash everything, including the kitchen after everyone had their fill of cinnamon rolls. Somehow, that turns into me helping with lunch. Eve instructs me on how to make a quiche, while preparing the dinner early on. 

The entire time, I can hear my maid’s dress tinkling as tiny bells dot the skirt’s hem as well as on my choker. The skirts and petticoats also rustle with every movement. I can feel the ends of my new bob brush against my face and neck. Then there’s the hands. Moving me, prodding me, pinching me as I make unladylike mistakes. As I’m punished and teased, my movements and behaviors get rewarded for being girly. Slowly, Antoinette is being shaped.

Even after lunch…I find myself following Mother around the entire house, dusting off her artwork and various urns. She makes comments about how I remind her of two of her late husbands, how they were never as dainty or feminine as me. How she missed making them feel…caged. This is as I polish the urns of course, making me feel quite apprehensive about the whole deal. 

I end up carrying everyone's presents, including my own, back to their rooms. By the time dinner rolls around, I find myself out of energy. Both from the strenuous work but also from my heart racing from the stressful humiliation throughout the day. I simply endure Emma’s snide remarks as I feed myself, smiling weakly at Eve and Mother’s compliments on my ladylike bites.

After I clean up the kitchen, I’m led back to my room by Eve and Emma. They help me disrobe, down to my knickers and bra. At this point, I’m so exhausted that I don’t even feel compelled to cover myself up as Emma giggles. Instead, I take an incredibly long and hot shower. I enjoy a bit of peace before Emma starts banging on the door telling me to hurry it.

As I step out in a brand-new bright pink robe, Eve starts attacking my face with products as she aggressively teaches me a skincare routine, eventually placing my hair into a puffy, flowery silk bonnet. Emma stuffs clothes into my arms as they leave me behind. 

I sigh, dropping everything on the bed before taking off the robe. At this point, I don’t care that Emma has given me frilly pink panties that match an even frillier empire-waist nightgown. It certainly isn't something I ordered but I don't question where it came from. I put everything on, turn off the lights, then collapse on the bed. The last thing I do before passing out is place my new eye-mask on, not bothering to get under the covers. As I settle into a pink dream, I realize that I don’t know where my phone is…but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

As Antoinette sleeps soundly, he doesn’t hear the pair of girls tiptoe into his room late into the night.

One of them is sharply whispering. “See! I told you I saw more presents in his room…that’s probably where they’re at…”

The other nods and turns on their dim phone screen, scanning it over the bed. They both sigh in relief as the young lady in all her frilliness is not easily disturbed. Emma stifles her giggles as she sees the young “girl” splayed out, her panties on full display.

“Shush! We don’t want to wake him or Mother…” They pad over to Antoine’s pile of hidden presents. Emma, as quietly as she can, pulls apart one package to inspect what’s inside. 

“Oh! Found i- I mean, uhh, not what we’re looking for sorry!” She quickly stuffs the crinkly item in question back into the package, Eve catches a glimpse of something puffy and pink in the dim phone light. Shrugging, she opens another package and gasps when she sees what’s inside.

“Quiet- Oh hey, you found it!” Eve is holding what appears to be a sleek device with a circular knob at the end of it. “Merry Christmas sis!”

“Thanks! Wait…why is it pink? I wanted-” She looks around and spots Emma rummaging through the nightstand next to the slumbering “sister”. She quickly comes back with a small cylinder and inserts it into the device. Eve gasps as it lights up with bright colors.

“It was the best color they had! But anyway, you’re going to love it! Just be careful because it gets really loud and I know how hard it is to sneak around with anything when living with mom.” She smirks as Eve admires her new present, before her eyes grow wide as her fingers press one of the buttons. 

The device begins vibrating, surprising both of them. “You dolt! Turn it off!”

“I’m trying!” Eve presses buttons at random, before almost shrieking as the device rumbles heavily. She jumps in shock, sending the thing flying. Both of them are aghast as it has landed solidly between the legs of their new sister.

“Eww! Eve, why?!” Emma looks disgusted as they both move to the bed, realizing where the present is. 

“Noooo, I don’t want to reach down there! What if I touch his- you know!”

“Crap, quiet! Did you hear something?! Shit, let’s get out of here before Mom finds us!”

“B-but my toy! Nooooooo-”

Eve whimpers as she’s pulled away by Emma, leaving the device to work its way between Antoinette’s legs. The heavy rumble and vibrations were not enough to wake him…but he did sleep even more soundly that night.

Until he was awoken by a reprimanding “YOUNG LADY! NOT IN MY HOME!” the next morning.