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Chapter 5 – The caterpillar enters its chrysalis.
"Good. Now you are probably wondering what is going on. You see Charlotte I am very disappointed in your father. Not you, it's not your fault that your father has neglected you. Now that he's sick I'm going to look after you in the manner that you deserve."
The temperature was rising slowly as Mr Campbell's voice continued.
"You're such a pretty little girl Charlotte, and to waste yourself by running around in jeans and sneakers when you should be enjoying finer pursuits is such a waste. So I have bought you here to educate you. From this day on I will start you on an intensive course of study. You will learn proper elocution, language and pronunciation. I will hire the very best tutors to bring your lack lustre education up to an appropriate standard. You will learn how to walk, talk and dress like a lady instead of a common street urchin.
"But we have to start at the beginning. Your father let you slide into inappropriate ways after your mother died, so we will have to start at the very beginning.
"The room you are in is your bedroom, it will remain as it is until I see fit. It contains everything a proper little girl's bedroom should contain. There are no baseballs or soccer hoops…
"basketball hoops…" Charlie interrupted.
"Basketball hoops, thankyou for correcting me, but until you have learnt otherwise I will require you not to interrupt. If you do so you will incur… repercussions." Mr Campbell's voice intonated the last word as if the concept intrigued him.
"That said, your education will commence tomorrow. For now you must get dressed for dinner, I will explain the rules of the house to you over dinner. You will find that the cupboard in the wall will now be unlocked, within there you will be given a series of clothes to put on. Now I believe the temperature has resumed something like normal, you may attend to the cupboard. I will keep an eye on you to make sure you behave."
Charlie, now aware that Mr Campbell's eyes were on her over the camera, picked up the discarded towel from the floor and covered herself in it before venturing toward the cupboard.
Opening the door revealed a comb, a hairbrush and four hair elastics.
"Now Charlotte, I want you to put your hair up in pigtails. Make sure you plait them, it is uncouth and unhygienic to have your hair flying around everywhere at dinner."
"Pigtails, you've got to be kidding mister!"
"Charlotte – do I have to warn you again?"
"No…" It's only my hair she thought.
Charlotte sat on the edge of the bed and began brushing her hair; like riding a bike, one never forgets how to plait. She had of course plaited her hair before, and that of her few girl-friends in school. Moving in front of the mirror on the duchess she brought her hair up into two pigtails and plaited them. Fixing the hair ties in place she looked scathingly toward the camera.
"Now you'll find some more items in the cupboard, attend to them"
Indeed there were, apparently there was some sort of secret door that must open from the other side and someone must be placing the items through – I wonder if it's big enough to escape through she wondered to herself, a light of hope in a bleak evening.
The cupboard now contained four pink satin ribbons.
"Tie the ribbons in your hair Charlotte, like a good little girl."
The ribbons now were tied in her hair and for good measure she ensured she made the bows nice and large.
"Very good Charlotte, you may learn yet."
Back to the cupboard again, this time she saw the slot at the back of the cupboard open and she was disheartened. No more than 6 inches high and 18 wide she could never fit through the slot. But through the slot came two boxes and a ball of spotlessly white socks wrapped up in a ball.
Opening the first box revealed a pair of light pink, full sized, satin panties. Below the waist band and wrapping around the panties were shocking quantities of frilly lace finished off with a tiny teddy bear in the centre.
"You have to be kidding me!"
"I can start to turn the temperature down again if you like. At that stage, I'm sure you'll be greatful for any warmth, including those new panties."
"Fine! I put on your bloody pants then"
"Now Charlotte watch that mouth of yours…" He let the threat hang in the air.
Charlie stepped into the satiny panties and pulled them up to her waist. They fit well, elastic around the legs and waist made sure they fit snugly. Despite the fit she found herself thinking that the lace was revolting, no one wore this stuff – not ever!
The next box revealed a pair of patent black mary jane shoes, polished to perfection, Charlie saw her own pigtailed reflection on the surface of them. "So – socks first" Charlotte thought. She unwrapped the ball to find that no detail had been left out. Around the hem of each sock had been gathered and stiched two lengths of delicate pink lace.
"Look – this is ridiculous, if you want to play dress up then find someone…"
She was interrupted by the raised voice of Mr Campbell – "PUT THE SOCKS ON OR ELSE CHARLOTTE!"
Shocked by the violence in his voice, Charlie sat down on the bed and pulled the socks on, followed by the startlingly shiny mary janes which she hurriedly buckled.
'I must look like a right royal goose in all this fluff' she thought to herself, still frightened by the tone of voice that had recently emanated from the ceiling.
"Now the last box Charlotte". He had calmed down apparently, and Charlie noticed that in the cupboard sat a new box, the largest box so far. She picked it up and carried it to the bed.
"No FUCKING WAY!" She shouted on opening the box.
"There is no way I'm wearing that, that, that… MONSTROSITY" She turned to the camera and pointed at the box on the bed.
"Have it your way Charlotte. I'm sure you'll change your mind in a few minutes."
The speaker cut off again, and almost immediately Charlie felt the temperature begin to drop.
"No-way, uh-uh, I am not putting that hideous creation on, I don't care how cold it gets, he can go and screw himself…" she muttered under her breath.
The temperature drove Charlie back into the bed. She did make a show though of throwing the box onto the floor.
Already cold from her previous experience Charlie began to shiver almost immediately, the temperature dropped further and further. She wrapped herself in the thin coverlet and curled up in a ball – it continued to get colder yet.
"ALRIGHT GOD DAMN YOU! TURN IT BACK UP… I'll put on your bloody dress, just turn the temperature back up…" The speaker remained silent.
"Please?" Charlie muttered.
"That's better."
The temperature started rising again as Charlie fetched the box from the floor where she had thrown it.
She lifted out the dress, "Oh God - Its Awful!". In light pink striped satin it had a high neck finished in a modest ruffle. The chest, centrered with a tiny ribbon bow and a decorative flower, was vertically framed with darker pink ruffles. White puff sleeves bulged out finished with lace.
The waist was surrounded by a dark pink sash that came to a large bow at the back of the dress. The remaining lightly striped pink skirt fell to her knees to be finished again with lace. Four satin and lace underskirts filled out the skirt to leave a warmer, and much more embarrassed Charlotte considering herself in the mirror as she tied the enormous hideous bow at the back of the waist.
She looked at herself thinking that she looked like a five year old on her way to a party. From the lacey socks and mary janes, to the pink dress covered in ruffles and lace to the be-ribboned pigtails in her hair.
What made it even worse for Charlie, was that she knew under the dress her naked vagina was covered in lacey satin panties fit for a little girl, complete with a teddy bear on the front.
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