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Hi. Jerry Standton's the name. A full 12 years old (leo, grrrrr) and a
full 4ft 10ins tall. I am the middle child, Beth is 16, Kate is 11.
Luckily we all really get on, especially as Mum is on her own after Dad
died 8 years ago of a heart attack. He was much older then Mum and a
really successful businessman. Beth said that Mum didn't really need to
work at all but just enjoyed being a beautician so much that she didn't
want to stop. We all lived in a nice house that Mum brought when Dad
died. The house we lived in before was really big and old and Mum said
she always felt like we lived in a museum. I guess that's why Mum had
gone a little mad with the d?cor here. The girly wallpaper and stuff
around the house I could handle but, at the beginning, I really rebelled
against the girly duvet covers and bed stuff.
Unfortunately I soon realized that there was nothing I could do. Mum
explained that there was no way each of us was going to start getting
individual sheets n stuff so what-ever took Mum's fancy was what we were
going to put up with. It was about this time that Beth and I really
became close. Beth calmed me down and explained that Mum was finding it
really tough without Dad and we needed to all stick together and love
each other and trust each other no matter what. From then on we got along
pretty well, we all played together and between the three of us protected
each other, Beth taking over the 'mother' role whilst Mum was at work.
As we grew up we did our fair share of 'Doctors & Nurses', tea-partys and
the like. I remember at first being torn between wanting to play with
'my' toys and wanting to play with my sisters. As we got older I grew out
of the few toys I had and just played with Beth and Kate. It wasn't as
bad as it sounds, Beth wasn't mean at all and we all had a great time,
even if she did tease me for my obsession with pop songs by Dexy's
Midnight Runners and all the New Romantics (Duran Duran are sooo cool!).
I didn't care, their music is dead good and you can really dance to it.
Beth even persuaded Mum to allow me to get my ears pierced just like
Kevin Rowland! I had to buy the ear-rings, all I could afford were small
hoops which I reckoned were very gypsy-cool! Anyway, now, where was this
all going? Oh yes, games, fun and.
For Beth's 16th birthday she got a really smart professional camera as
she was taking her photography o'level that year and her old one was a
bit rubbish. Mum, Kate and I had been subjected to Beth taking pictures
of our every waking moment and we had all gotten used to it so we happily
hammed it up for the camera whenever Beth was on the prowl.
Beth decided that as the new camera was professional she was going to get
professional as well and quickly turned one end of her bedroom into her
'studio' (which meant one of the few plain white sheets in the house was
nailed up against the wall!).
"Right kids, Bethany Standton, professional photographer to the stars is
ready for action. First of all, someone as important as me needs an
assistant to help light my shots, fetch my stuff, dress the models and
also do make-up. Who wants the job?" Beth asked. I was just about to put
my hand up and shout out like Kate was until I caught the bit about make-
up. I knew that the pop-stars I loved wore it, but putting it on?? Neah.
"Right, Miss Kate Standton, I hereby appoint you as my assistant. Jerry,
you can be my model."
"I thought models were girls?"
"Don't be a silly-billy, of course not! Right, first things first,
quickly go and wash your hair." Beth commanded. I quickly did as I was
told, knowing full well that most times it was just easier to go along
with Beth's crazy games. Anyway, my hair as due for a wash anyway as it
was Tuesday. I took off my t-shirt and bent over the bath-tub, pulled the
shower hose off and after I had adjusted for temperature quickly got on
with the washing. Yet another of my Mum's efficiency drives was the fact
that we all shared the same shampoo, again Mum's argument was she was a
busy working single parent and she wasn't going to waste precious time
buying each of us different toiletries. So, Mum's lavender and tea tree
oil shampoo etc were also ours. I quickly rubbed my hair dry, threw back
on my t-shirt and went back to Beth's room.
"Right, come on Jerry, come and sit down at my dressing table. I need to
start taking some good portraits and so we need to get you sorted." As I
made myself comfortable at her dressing table Beth used her hair-dryer to
dry my hair properly. "Now, I've been reading up on portrait shooting,
each session must have a theme, you know, to get a different angle on a
normal idea. Pop stars doing the ironing etc, something you wouldn't
normally expect them to be seen doing. So what I thought we would do
today is a fusion of Dexy's Midnight Runners mixed with New Romantic ok?
Kate, go get Jerry's check shirt and braces from his room." Kate
scampered off, like the ever efficient assistant. "You're going to wear
my jeans as yours are in the wash.."
"Bu.."
"Come on Jerry, work with me here, they are my ripped ones, the ones you
thought were 'cool' if I remember correctly. Anyway, no one will be able
to tell, I'm only going to be shooting torso shots ok."
"Well, I suppose so." I said glumly.
"Hey, come on, it will be fun!" Beth urged as she put down the hairdryer.
My hair was quite short and very fine so I never bothered to try and
style it and Beth had the good sense not to as well. "My jeans are on the
bed so hurry up and get changed and we'll begin." I got off the stool and
took changed my t-shirt for my check shirt. I pulled off my shorts and as
I was picking up the jeans Beth exclaimed,
"Urgh! Jerry!"
"Whhat?"
"Oh come on! Your pants, they are gross!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Anyway, what's the problem, I'm wearing jeans aren't I? No one will
know." I added that after I looked down at my grey jockeys. They had
admittedly seen better (much better) days and looked fairly skuzzy.
"Well duh! My jeans! Of course you'll be able so see them. Ha! I've just
had a fantastic idea. You two, don't move." Beth ran out of the bedroom
and quickly came back. "Here, wear these" she said, throwing a small
white bundle at me. "Kate, I hope you don't mind, but I think it will be
a really cool shot, Jerry as a new romantic but taking it one step
further." I caught the feather-light bundle and inspected them. To my
horror they were a pair of Kate's panties! They were white polyester with
a triangle of white lace at the front. "Come on Jerry, don't be a spoil-
sport! It's only a pair of panties for goodness sakes!" Muttering loudly
I turned my back to them and quickly changed knickers. We were all fairly
easy about nudity and Mum didn't want me growing up un-aware of what the
'other sex' were all about. I have to admit every so often I had
delighted in a quick feel of the odd silk bra whilst putting my cloths
away in the wash-basket. But this, well, this was altogether a different
kettle of fish!
Before my brain could register just how Kate's panties felt I pulled up
the ripped jeans. Ah, the joy of the eighties where knackered trousers
cost more then new ones! Anyway, now that I was covered-up I turned to
face my scheming sisters.
"Well?" I asked, biting my lip a little nervously.
"Excellent Jerry, just brill. Right, go stand - humm, actually, I think a
blue background would work better. Just hold on" Beth instructed as she
unfolded a dark blue sheet I had never seen before and started hanging it
on the 2 nails on her bedroom wall.
"Where did you get that?" Kate asked.
"At Bosco's, it was in their sale, two quid - not bad for a professional
back-ground eh?" Wow, Beth really was getting serious about her
photography! "Ok, sorted, come on Jerry, let's get started." I don't
know, call me a show-off but as Kate put 'Come-on-Eileen' on the hi-fi I
really enjoyed posing for Beth and she seemed really pleased with my
'performance'. After shooting 2 rolls of film Beth called a halt to the
proceedings and immediately sent the films off to Truprint. As she sealed
the green envelope Beth said,
"You know Jerry, I think that shoot deserved to be shot with proper film,
Fuji would have been perfect with it's rich colour saturation. Oh well,
maybe if I get some overtime at Miss Selfridge's I might be able to
afford decent film. Still, 'bad workman' and all that guff and to be
honest, Truprint isn't that bad, and they give me free film."
"And they have cool telly adverts! 'Ru-rint!'" I barked in my best 'dog-
trying-to-talk' voice.
"Yes," Beth laughed, "there's that as well! Leave my jeans on the bed and
I'll put them away later. Kate, I assume you'll want your knickers put in
the wash?"
"Urgh!" Kate dramatically shivered, "No way sis! I'm not wearing them
again after Smelly has!" That got a deserved tongue poked at her from
yours truly.
"Well little bro, looks like you own a new pair of knickers! Call it your
'modeling-fee'!" she teased. Ignoring her I quickly slipped my shorts and
t-shirt back on. Humm, the t-shirt felt itchy on my skin, especially
around the chest, ohh I bet Kate slipped some itching powder on the t-
shirt whilst I was being photographed! That little devil, it was just the
kind of thing she would do! I'll get her back one day!
Three days later a bulging green envelope was amongst the morning post
and Beth quickly ripped it open over the breakfast table.
"Hey, these are really really good! Look at this one Jerry, see the light
behind your head, the way it makes your hair glow? That's exactly the
look I was after!" I have to admit, they did look pretty cool, although
the last couple where Beth got me to wear her silver chain and pink
lipstick made me look weird. In one of them you could tell she had just
cajoled me into the lipstick, I looked really grumpy! Beth said that she
actually liked that one the best, it captured the whole rock-star, moody,
New Romantic style perfectly. I wasn't so sure.
"I feel inspired, come on guys, let's finish up and do another session!"
With all three of us revved up we finished breakfast super quick and made
our way upstairs to Beth's where the shoot quickly desended into what can
only be called organized chaos, jeans, t-shirts, even my sports gear
(along with Mum's visor!) got churned up in the mix. At one point I even
had a kinda funky neck-chain (I'm not sure what else to call it, it was
black and latticed and tight around my neck, almost like a tattoo!) on at
one point. However this time no lipstick, and defiantly no girls panties!
(Although, between you and me I wore them yesterday as they felt sexy,
but don't tell anyone else that, I told Beth I had thrown them away which
she said was a real pity. Sisters. Weird eh?). Anyway, before long the
impromptu session was over, the film tucked up in its green envelope and
exhausted I changed back into my normal stuff.
"Hey bro, what's going on there?"
"Hu?"
"With your chest, looks a little sore, puffy even. Have you been
scratching it?"
"Erm, yeah, a bit, it's been really itchy the last couple of days"
"Oh dear, you know what, I bet it's that new washing powder Mum brought
last week. Don't worry your skin will get used to it soon enough. Here,
rub some of this Nivea cream on, it should help with the itching."
"Cheers Beth." I hope the small plastic blue tub back to my room
intending to put some on right there and then. Since I first noticed the
itching my chest had got more and more tender. I really had to
concentrate on not banging around, whenever I bumped into something it
took all my self control not to yelp out loud. But it was funny, if I
very gently wiped them with the polyester panties which I had been
'given' by Kate whilst I lay in bed at night it made me all tingly and
gave me goose-bumps.
Once again we had to wait for trusty Truprint to return the fruits of our
labours but soon enough the bulging green envelope was slipped through
the postbox. As we quickly spread them out over the table even Mum made
appreciative noises, saying how good the pictures looked, very
professional and it was good of me to run with Beth's ideas and how Beth
was going to be a top photographer one day etc etc etc! Anyway, once Mum
had left for work the 3 of us looked at the photos.
"Hummm." Beth grunted.
"Hummm." I grunted.
"Eh?" Kate grunted.
"Not as good as the first lot." Beth announced.
"No, not sure why but..." I agreed.
"It's because there's no theme, no flow, no fun, it's just pictures, not
art." Beth decided. I suppose I could kinda see what she meant, when we
laid the first batch out alongside these the new ones didn't 'sparkle'
they were 'flat'. "It's not edgy enough, you're not being challenged
Jerry. Look at how much more startling you look when you have a splash of
lipstick on, the mood, the pout, the 'you-lookin-at-me' vibes. Don't you
agree?"
"Yeah." Kate chimed up. Well, I suppose I had to agree with her, the
pictures were pretty much all fairly dull and not as fun as the others.
"Well, I suppose at least we know where we're going wrong! Come on guys,
let's see if we can re-capture the magic!" Beth said shuffling the
pictures back into their envelopes.
After Kate and I had adjusted the white background and sorted out the
curtains (light is very important in proper photography) I turned to face
Beth.
"Ok, to start let's get you in your jeans shorts we cut up the other
week, maybe some braces (this was the 80's after all!) and Kate, grab
that stripy top, the white and blue one you got for Christmas." Seeing my
mouth open and just about to argue Beth cut me off. "Come on Jerry, you
know the last batch was rubbish - please, it's only a t-shirt and hell,
it's no more risqu? then the blue one you like!" When Kate came back with
the t-shirt I could see what she meant, it was just a normal basic cut t-
shirt, I was sure I had seen one of the blokes from the Communards
wearing one on an album...Anyway, with a sigh I pulled my (slightly
grubby) t-shirt off and picked up Kate's top.
"Jerry!" Beth exclaimed. I stood stock still, frightened something
terrible was just about to happen. "What on earth happened?"
"Err where Beth?" I asked.
"Your chest, your, you know, nipples, they look as though they are on
fire! Did you use my Nivea? Oh god, I hope it hasn't made them worse!" I
looked down at my still itchy chest. I had put the Nivea on a couple of
times but when I put it on I felt really weird and kinda faint so after
the second time left them well alone.
"No, don't worry sis, just a rash I expect."
"They look really swollen, are you sure you're ok? Maybe you should tell
Mum?"
"Are you mad! No way."
"I think we should..."
"Absolutely no way, she would go mad."
"Ok then, but I need these next shots with you topless and I can't go
ahead with you looking like that. Stay there." Beth ordered as she
marched off. She was back quickly with another scrap of cloth. 'Please
god, not another pair of panties' I thought. Swiftly followed by, 'well,
actually, maybe a nice pair would be ok, silky ones like the others,
maybe even a matching bra - just to feel you understand..'.
"Here, try this on. It will help with the irritation and maybe even
protect your sensitive skin so it doesn't get worse." I took the blue
bundle from Beth. It was a bra! Well, no, on closer inspection not a bra
(which strangely enough caused my heart to subside, not in relief but
disappointment, how weird is that??), but a bikini top. A bikini top
which Kate had brought with her Christmas money and Mum had refused to
let her wear (after blowing a gasket), even at home 'just in case someone
saw you!' was her comment. Kate was just about to complain but I guess
she felt sorry for me and so helped me get it on. After all, she was the
photographer's assistant as she reminded me for the 1,000th time that
day. Once 'strapped in' as it were I slipped on Kate's top and was ready
for action.
"Now, how does that feel Jerry?"
"Well, to be honest, it, erm, does feel a little better." Well, to be
truthful, a lot better! For the last couple of days wearing t-shirts had
been agony, especially loose fitting ones like I was wearing now, with
every shake, twist and step the normally soft fabric would scratch my
chest like a thousand needles.
I looked in Beth's mirror, if I adjusted the straps so they were right on
the edge of my collarbone you couldn't see them.
"Right, come on Jerry, let's get this show on the road!"
After about 5 minutes Beth put the camera down.
"It's no good Jerry, there's no spark no life. Film is expensive, I can't
keep wasting it like this. Tell you what, take the t-shirt off, it's not
doing you any good at all, washing your face out terribly." As usual my
desire to please my big sis overcame any embarrassment about what I was
wearing underneath, after-all, it wasn't as though anyone was going to
see them!
Oh well, all or nothing! Beth immediately got more excited about the
pics, putting that elasticated neck-band thing back on me, taking pics
from all sorts of weird angles and generally acting like she was on speed
or something!
Anyway, once again lack of film stopped play and we tided up all the film
canisters and what-not. Beth seemed to be really really happy the way
things had gone by the end and I hoped that she had got some better
results this time. Anyway, time would tell and at least she didn't make
me wear her yucky lipstick this time! In the mean time nothing was said
about Kate's bikini top and so I assumed that she was ok with me keeping
it for the moment. It felt kinda strange but I have to admit that it was
a great relief to have some sort of barrier between my skin and cloths.
It was even getting to the point that I wore it at night cause my pj's
were really uncomfortable. The Nivea wasn't helping much, I even thought
maybe it was some kind of infection so really made sure that I lathered
plenty of the lavender oil 'deep pore cleanser' which was in the
bathroom. Unfortunately all that did was make me smell like I had been
rolling in a lavender field, my chest still felt like it was on fire.
A couple of days later Beth pulled me aside,
"Still itching?" she asked, worried frowns creasing her forehead.
"Yeah, like mad."
"You still wearing Kate's top?" I nodded. God knows how she had known,
there was no way she could have seen it through my cloths. I hoped. "Ok,
no probs, it's probably a good thing, but I think that you should maybe
try and swap your cloths around, you know, maybe wearing just one top may
get your skin used to it and so stop the calming effect. What do you
think champ?"
"Do you think that may happen?" I shuddered, "Ok, but what else can I
wear, I've tried all my other t-shirts and they are far too scratchy!" I
whined.
"Hey there, don't fret little man, come with me and let's see if there
isn't anything we can get you ok?" Taking my hand she led me upstairs
into her room. "Now then, let's see what we can find shall we?"
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