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Warning : This story contains very bad French translations, apologies,
languages were never my strong point. I struggle enough with English
(Northern British)
Gary and his one year older sister Jane still lived with their parents
even though they had good jobs. They were in their early twenties and
were enjoying the good life of hard work and hard partying and mum and
dad were happy to have them although there were hints delivered
regularly about the importance of savings and mortgages.
Gary liked his beer, his mates were the same and he really didn't get
enough exercise. As a result he was building up a beer belly and the
beginnings of man boobs. He kept his hair long and had soft features,
he had been mistaken for a girl on more than one occasion which Jane
had found really amusing. However she did keep trying to get him to a
gym and tone up, she cared about her brother and he was equally
concerned about her, regularly picking her up from late night events so
she wasn't exposed to danger.
Jane had been seeing Geoff, a soldier, for a few months and was really
upset when he was posted abroad for 6 months. Just before he left she
realised she'd missed a period and soon confirmed that she was
pregnant. The family were very happy with John and Gary had had a drink
with him on several occasions when Jane was away on business. So
despite the fact that this was to be a birth out of wedlock the family
were pleased for Jane and Geoff and promised to support them both while
he was away.
Geoff left for his tour of duty, he would be returning just before the
birth which was something and it's easier these days to share phone
calls and e-mails than in days past.
Jane managed to persuade Gary to join her at the gym as she wanted to
be as fit as possible and she hoped that he would benefit as well. She
even managed to get him to attend aerobics with her. He was reluctant
at first but the fact that he was surrounded by Lycra clad young ladies
who though her was wonderful for looking after his sister was a side
benefit. They jokingly tried to get him to wear a leotard and leggings,
eventually he did partially concede and wear running tights and a vest
with a big t-shirt and his hair in a pony tail. This did mean he looked
much the same as the girls when the class started until they shed their
t-shirts when they got warm, which was definitely a plus point for
Gary.
After going twice a week for a few weeks he had to admit he was feeling
a lot better his belly was not wobbling about and his legs and arms
were looking better. What hadn't improved were his 'moobs', he
mentioned this to the instructor and she told him the body isn't
consistent in the way fat is lost but not to worry improvements would
come. Why didn't he try swimming she asked? He replied that he felt
uncomfortable with the way his chest looked and would give it a miss
for now. You'll have to borrow one of Jane's cossies then, she'll be
doing a lot of swimming once she gets larger and has to stop the high
impact aerobics. He laughed and said he hoped he'd be in better shape
by then as he didn't fancy that at all.
He was actually suffering discomfort from the movement of his breasts
but was too embarrassed to mention it to the instructor. He decided to
talk to Jane about giving up the class. She was concerned for him and
not wanting to let him give up said she'd sort something out as her own
breasts were staring to develop as her pregnancy progressed. For
herself she got a leotard with support bra built in and for Gary a crop
top again with a sports bra built in. He wasn't at all sure but she
persuaded him to try it and suggested they could go for a run in the
evening when no one would notice, then they would see if they were both
more comfortable.
The top worked well for Gary it stopped his breasts moving and didn't
show through the t-shirt, he felt a lot better, strange, but a lot
better. Jane was comfortable now but she realised that this leotard
would be too small soon.
Time went by and although Gary shared Jane's fitness regime he didn't
give up his regular beer sessions. So while his muscle tone improved he
wasn't shifting much weight or his belly and chest fat. Jane's bump was
now close in size to her brother's and they jokingly bumped bellies and
she would ask him when he was due in a bid to shame him to slim down.
It wasn't working though and he continued happily.
Jane was now at the stage where she needed to consider a new wardrobe,
her trousers were already too tight and skirts and dresses were not
hanging right. Her godmothers had clubbed together to buy her a voucher
for BeBe, a new maternity concept shop from France that had opened in
the next town. It was a very well to do town and every shop was high
quality and very expensive. The voucher was for ?1,000, it came with
advice that the 'visit' should last a few hours.
Jane needed to get some clothes urgently and wanted her mum to come
with her but she was tied up during the mornings at weekends for the
next few weeks, she then tried to get one of her girlfriends to come
but none of them were free for the length of time required. In the end
she only had her brother to ask to accompany her. Sorry, he said I'm
off to the match with the lads and then there's a pint or two of
Theakston's Old Peculier with my name on it afterwards.
He realised as soon as he'd said it that she was upset, he understood
he wasn't her first choice but everyone else had let her down. He also
knew she cared for him despite himself and he should show her the same
care and attention. He came up with a quick about turn. Of course sis
I'm supposed to be laying off the ale aren't I, of course I'll
accompany you. Her face brightened and she gave him a big hug.
That was Wednesday, Jane phoned the shop to check opening times and
they booked her in for 10:00am. Booking in to a shop, she thought, how
odd. Then she read the leaflet accompanying the BeBe voucher. It
described how they would help plan the customer's clothing and look for
the pregnancy period along with supplying all the baby's needs, it was
an experience not a shop. Well I wouldn't be able to afford this and it
sounds a bit weird but my godmothers mean well and have been very
generous so let's try it.
Gary drove them down, he could see Jane was excited and it made him
feel good to be helping her, he knew she missed Geoff despite talking
to him regularly. Jane was wearing pair of leggings and a long
sweatshirt, Gary his smartest jeans and sweatshirt, Jane had made him
brush his hair and tie it back into a ponytail. They followed the map
on the leaflet and found BeBe near the town centre, they knew it had
it's own car park which was a big bonus, parking was expensive here.
As Gary switch off the engine a concierge opened his door. Good morning
Mademoiselle Jane, I am Phillipe, welcome to our store. No no, you mean
my sister Jane, over there said Gary pointing to his passenger. Jane
was laughing at the confusion, moments later another concierge opened
her door. The first concierge called across to the other, Alain you
have our guest Mademoiselle Jane. He turned back to Gary,et vous
Mademoiselle? Gary looked confused. Pardon, your name is? enquired
Phillipe. I'm her brother Gary, he said but as he did a car horn
sounded and Phillipe was distracted. All Gary half heard after that
was, Bon, Mademoiselle Gaye, mervailleux, soeur avec bebe.
Gary locked the car and Phillipe and Alain guided them to reception
(this is a shop? thought Gary)where a lady took their coats, Gary put
his wallet and keys in Jane's handbag and it was locked away.They were
guided through to a private room by a young lady who introduced herself
as Florence.
Coffee and croissants were already on the table as Florence sat them
down and began to explain what the schedule was. This is not just a
shop this is an experience, it is our first in the UK and just opened
so we hope it will be a success. You have a voucher for our goods, all
our other services are complimentary today as an opening offer so
please use what you desire. We hope you will be our ambassadors and say
good things about us.
She went on to explain that they aimed to provide a whole look
experience for women during and after pregnancy, there were the clothes
and baby items of course but also a hairstylist, beautician, personal
shopper/stylist even a maternity nurse for medical advice.
It will help us if you can complete these forms, I have pre-prepared
them from your booking, the more you fill in the less questions we need
to ask later. She started with Jane asking for measurements, how many
weeks the pregnancy had to go, what colours she liked, what styles she
had considered, traditional or modern etc. While they were talking Gary
served coffee and selected a pastry for them. He could hear them
talking and Florence was always very polite referring to his sister as
Mme Jane and occasionally he heard Mme Gaye, he thought nothing of it
assuming it was Florence's accent.
Florence noticed as Gary bent over to sort out the coffee the line of a
bra across his back and shoulder, she had been confused that a brother
would accompany his sister and 'Gaye's androgynous look had left her
wondering . Now she was clear they were sisters, both equally pregnant,
how wonderful! There would be some great photo opportunities here. What
she didn't know was that Gary had taken to wearing the support top as
it made him more comfortable, he was sure it couldn't be seen as he
usually wore heavy sweatshirts, today however Jane had insisted he be
smarter and this top was made of a lighter material.
While talking to Jane, Florence referred to Gary as her 'soeur' which
she assumed meant brother. She also asked if 'Gaye' was the same as
her, Jane loved the way Florence mangled Gary's name, she assumed
Florence meant measurements, and as she was wearing his jeans she said
yes. They were approximately the same build now. When she asked
Florence why she needed 'Gaye's details she said they would be giving
them both a stylish makeover. It was a first for them to have 'soeurs'
together. Jane was a bit puzzled but thought, well he needs a haircut
so why not and he'll need some maternity jeans if he doesn't slim down
that belly, it's all free so don't complain.
She now moved on to Gary and asked him most of the same questions, he
didn't know why she was asking him but when she asked about styles he
thought these referred to his sister so said what he thought would suit
her. Florence explained all their clothes used metric measures so
although she would take their UK sizes and convert them they would be
checked again later.
Florence left the room and they finished their drinks and pastries.
This is all very civilised thought Gary but what do I do now. Jane
looked at him wondering what was going on. We get an assistant each,
she said, do what she says and I'll see you in a short while. He looked
reluctant. For me, please play along, she said. We get a haircut and a
facial then we get a load of new clothes. Enjoy it!
Florence returned first with a photographer who took pictures of them
individually, as apair and then shaking hands with Florence. Then she
brought in with two ladies in white tunics, they were very polite and
very French, their English was not as good as the others. Isabelle led
Jane away and Lucy took Gary, they went across the corridor to private
rooms. Gary noticed a towelling robe and slippers and a locker, Lucy
clearly wasn't leaving and she pointed at his feet, votre chasusseurs,
si vouz plait, so he sat down and took off his shoes and socks. Lucy
looked at them with slight disgust and placed them in a bag. She then
motioned him to remove his sweatshirt, he knew this would be
embarrassing but slipped off the top. There followed a lot of tutting
from Lucy, un balconnet sportif non! non! Anglais! She helped him
remove the top and then brought out her tape, she measured below and
around his 'moobs' and standing behind him cupped them in her hands.
She also checked his waist measurement. He was in such shock this
didn't feel erotic just terrifying. Lucy went to a cupboard and
selected a light pink bra beautifully detailed with lace, she wrapped
it around Gary and fastened it then she adjusted the straps and checked
the fit. Bon? She looked at Gary, he had to admit it was very
comfortable, but whereas the sports bra flattened and controlled his
chest this supported and emphasised it. He smiled weakly and nodded
his head. "Bon, much better." She threw the crop top into a bag as if
it were a rag.
Gary was a bit slow but had finally realised that Lucy and everyone
else at BeBe thought he was a girl and a pregnant one at that. There
was nowhere to run, he didn't want to frighten Lucy so the easiest
route was to go along with it. Next she produced some French cut
panties in the same style to the bra. They had a stretch panel in the
front to accommodate the bump and she motioned him to put them on, when
he seemed reluctant she gave a gallic shrug and turned her back to him.
He quickly removed his trousers and undies, fortunately he hadn't worn
boxers or y-fronts today. The panties fitted beautifully but Mr happy
was obvious, fortunately there was a gusset panel and he was able to
tuck things away between his legs. Another secret he had was that he
had first shaved then used hair remover on his legs, the running tights
he wore to aerobics used to pull hairs out and he had heard a friend
who cycled saying it was the only way to stay comfortable. Now when he
saw himself in the mirror he didn't look too bad. The aerobic training
had made his limbs look toned and his posture was good.
Lucy turned around. Bon! Much, much, better. Good legs too. Gary smiled
at the compliment. She handed him the robe and he slid his feet into
the matching slippers. You come with me now. She took him to the beauty
parlour where his sister was already having her hair washed. She could
only see him out of the corner of her eye but his chest did seem a bit
prominent and as he sat in the chair she thought she caught a glimpse
of a lacy brassiere. Very odd! I must be mistaken, she thought.
'Just go along with the flow.' Thought Gary as a girl began to wash his
hair, again there was much muttering in French which he took to be
criticism of the state of his locks. He had to be honest it was a very
long time since he'd had it done. The wash felt nice and the shampoo
used had a pleasant smell so he settled down and began to enjoy
himself. This didn't last very long though as first they applied a face
pack and covered his eyes with moist pads then he felt hands working on
his fingernails followed by his slippers being removed and work
starting on his toes.
Lucy saw them start to wash Gary's hair, 'good, he needs that, I wonder
how they'll style it, not too girly I hope.' She thought. Her face pack
was applied and eyes were covered first so she did not see what
happened to Gary, she just assumed his makeover would be simpler than
hers and he would be waiting for her. The hairdresser began working
with her scissors, rollers and brushes to produce the style she had
chosen. Lucy wondered what Gary had chosen.
Unfortunately for Gary he thought they were suggesting styles for his
sister when they made their selections, he of course could not see what
was happening but was worried about the amount of work going on and
then very confused and frightened when he felt the pull of the rollers
being wound into his hair.
Lucy's hairdresser finished and her eye pads were removed, a hair dryer
was manoeuvred into place and she accepted an offer of a coffee and a
magazine as the machine did it's work. As she held the magazine she
admired the work the manicurist had done, she'd never achieved such an
even glossy red finish before. She then looked across to her brother
and although she had a suspicion what she would see was still shocked
to see the rollers in his hair and his beautifully manicured nails.
Also his robe had fallen open slightly and she could see the bra he was
wearing. 'Oh my! What will he say? What will our parents say? He
doesn't know, but they're meeting us for lunch!'
A few minutes later Gary's head was also under the dryer and again
coffee and a magazine were offered. He nearly spilt the drink when he
saw his fingernails as they closed around the handle. He had to lay the
magazine down as he stared in a fascinated horror at what they had
done. The tips of his nails had been extended slightly and shaped, the
polish was dark pink with a very glossy topcoat. For a woman they would
be sophisticated yet practical. The problem was they were his hands, he
could feel the rollers in his hair, he had no doubt makeup would be
next. He glanced across at his sister and gave her a weak smile.
"Hi sis," she called. "Your nails are lovely aren't they? You OK?" She
tried to give him an encouraging smile.
"They've never been this nice before, I'm fine thanks," he replied.
'And well and truly stuck' he thought.
After cleansing and moisturising the makeup artists took over. A base
foundation was applied that gave a flawless appearance and a healthy
glow. The colours they used on the eyelids were light pastels that gave
a very subtle effect, their lip colours were matched to their nails and
finished with a glossy coating. Once this was finished their hair was
combed out and finally styled with a light spray to hold it in place.
They were then finally able to stand and appreciate the makeover, well
Gary was able to see his sister looked really elegant, of course he
knew that he looked almost the same before he looked in the mirror.
Florence re-appeared with her camera and insisted on taking more photos
of the sisters.
"Bon, now for the couture, we will try several different looks and you
get to choose what you would like to take away, we will finish with an
elegant outfit suitable for the mid-day meal or shopping trip. Wait
here I will see if the ladies are ready."
"Sis, when you said you wanted me to accompany you here please tell me
you didn't know that this would happen." Gary had gone beyond distress,
he was fitted in underwear and painted to look like a girl now he was
about to dress as one completely.
"I had no idea, absolutely none. I wouldn't have done this to you. All
we have in common is fat bellies don't we."
"Well maybe not." Gary hesitated. "They must have seen my bra."
"Your bra?!? What are you doing wearing a bra?" Jane was confused.
"You know the sport bra I wear when we're exercising. It just made me
more comfortable so I started wearing it all the time."
"So I think we can forgive them thinking I'd brought my sister. So they
fitted that lovely bra and you had enough to fill it?"
"Maybe."
"Gary, if there was a hint that you need to look after yourself I think
this an extreme push in the right direction. You have managed to
convince these people that you are as pregnant as me."
"I know it's awful, and now they will put me in a dress."
"Looking like you do that's probably best. It's like looking in the
mirror seeing you there."
Once again Florence swept into the room. "Mesdames, we are ready for
you, follow me please."
"Here we go dear sister," Jane whispered. Gary gave a weak smile and
they followed Florence.
The first dresses they were offered were conventional blousy loose
fitting maternity dresses but finished with Belgian lace. They were
given ballet style shoes and hold-up stockings in matching colours,
Jane's were a pastel blue and Gary's a light green.
While Jane found the dress very comfortable, and the quality extremely
good, this was the look she had wanted to avoid. Gary however had never
worn a dress before and found the feel of the lightweight cloth along
with the stockings and shoes enticing.
Jane looked at her brother and could see the pleasure he was getting
from the clothes.
To be continued...
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