"You agree that choosing a proper punishment is my prerogative?"
Again poor Wendy could do nothing but agree with his domineering step-sister.
"Good," she exclaimed. "You will live with me as my sister until you graduate from high school! You will live as a prissy girl... the type of girl our father expected girls to be. Your life with me will be one of sugar and spice and everything nice! I'll accept no resistance or complaints. My decision is final. Between now and the time you graduate you will wear nothing but pretty skirts and dresses! The only exception will be the next two weeks while you finish this school year. Even then you'll be wearing girl's clothes except for your jeans and shoes. Do you understand that, YOUNG LADY?"
Wendy trembled violently.
"Yes Linda I understand," he replied in a soft voice as tears trickled from the corners of hsi anguish filled eyes. The idea of living as a girl was repulsive yet at the same time the prospect of wearing the naughtily sensual clothes of a girl was seductively appealing.