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Photo Op by Nylon Disciple For me it was the start of a do nothing much Saturday. Not so for my mother. She was busy trying to make a pair of high heels look good. Thus make them desirable. Thus after all was said and done. Make them look rationally priced. I on the other hand, was not posed with such dilemmas. While she wrung her hands over things, I laid on a blanket on the studio floor with my laptop. Messing with a young boy's wet dream of a program. In a nutshell, you took drawings of cute naked girls in hundreds of poses. Then put sexy clothes on them; then colored them in if you wish to. I suppose some might feel that; it is a girls program. But come now! Pretty girls in sexy maid outfits. What boy in his right mind wouldn't like that? It also had a nice feature that allowed you to animate things; which I was in the process of doing, when my do nothing Saturday changed. I wasn't without my own bottlenecks however. I was busy agonizing over what stocking color best setoff. The schoolgirl outfit I had picked. When the studio door was flung open. Followed by Anne stomping in. I could see that she was in a huff; long before she flopped down in a chair. She positively twitched with aggravation. So mother and I just stared at her until she decided to speak. "That little bitch and her even bitchier mother stalked off again. That's going to put everything way behind once again. -- I'm so tired of this; I could bite off the head of a nail." That was followed by a long period of silence. In which we all took the time to commiserate with poor Anne. After a while mother looked back to the shoes, sighed, moved one a fraction of an inch. Then she looked back to Anne all upbeat. "I have an idea. Bobby why don't you go with Anne and pose for her, that way she can get the preliminaries out of the way. Then later on she can re shoot in a hurry." "I don't know mother. I haven't posed like a girl before. -- Do you really think I'd be good enough at it for Anne?" "Yes you have honey. When you were five or six. Don't you remember? I thought you were very good at it. That's why I suggested the idea." Anne stood up then, saying. "Never pass up a way out. -- Come along Bobby. I'm going to turn you into a girl." Thus she put an end to the debate. She was also prophetic as well; but no one saw that coming at the time. I followed Anne to her studio; thinking this was going to make for a diverting day. When we got there. She ushered me in ahead of her straight to Magen saying. "This is Bobby. He is going to pose for us. Turn him into a girl. While I get ready to start the shoot over again." Magen smiled with mischief in her eyes. Then she took me by the shoulder to lead me off. As she did so she said, "I do believe you're right Anne. This does look to be Bobby. I'm so glad you told me; otherwise I wouldn't have known that." When we got to the dressing room. Magen said, "All right now Bobby. Rough, medium or all out?" I thought about it and said, "All out. That way it will be less likely that I'll be recognized. -- What do you think?" "I think it's a good plan regardless. So Let's get at it, off with your clothes." Getting at it, started with being defused; followed by red nail polish. After which I really felt naked for some reason. So to lead my thoughts away from this, I asked Magen about something; that I wouldn't normally ask about. "Aum -- Magen do you keep yourself smooth down there. -- I know I probably shouldn't ask about such a thing. But I find myself being curious. Since you de-thatched me." "Bobby darling. You can ask about anything that comes to mind. We're not shy here. As to your question, I keep myself baby smooth. So does Anne and so does your mother by the way. -- Would you like to see?" I nodded briskly; then Magen smiled with mischief once again. While I stood there quivering with interest, Magen pulled the waist of her skirt up to her chest. Then she lowered her panties, finally releasing them. To let them skitter to the floor, down her opaque stay-ups. Then she stepped out of them; spread her legs and lifted her skirt higher. "There you are Honey. What do you think?" Bending over and taking a really good look I said, "Gosh Magen you're pretty!" After my eye full, I straightened up sighing. Laughing, Magen asked, "What's that for?" "Now I really want a girlfriend." Magen tussled my hair saying. "Don't fret over it. We'll find a nice one for you. In the meantime we need to get going." Magen then went over to a drawer: taking out a number of interesting packages. One was a small clear ball; which she popped open to reveal something decidedly skimpy. It turned out to be a black thong; that she helped me step into. I found that it cupped me nicely; once I had it on. But I could see right off; that if I got a boner; I would stick right out the top. The notion of which, I found to be quite naughty; and it had me contemplating doing that very thing. My attention was diverted from this though. When Magen opened up a box to disclose a black strapless bra. Once she had it snugged around me. She placed a couple of satin cones. In some pockets, snapping them shut in the process. Apparently the bra was designed to help you along if need be. After that she handed me a pair of, nude, sheer to waist, sandal foot pantyhose to put on. They were my first pair of pantyhose. So I took my time in putting them on. I wanted to relish, not only the act; but also the feel, of slipping that scrumptious yarn over my legs. For a ten year-old boy with a decided hosiery fetish; it was absolute bliss. "My! Bobby. You put those on like a pro." "I have lots of tights Magen. I take dance class five nights a week: so I get a lot of practice. Plus I have a nylon fetish to go along with my hosiery fetish." "Well Honey. From here on, I'll see to it; that you are hip deep, in nylon and hose. How does that sound?" "Like a plan from heaven, Magen." After I had checked myself out in the mirror. Magen sat me down in the makeup chair; then did my makeup. When she was done with that. She set about putting a pageboy wig on me. So while she fussed with that. I amused myself by holding my legs out. This allowed me to admire my toenail polish peeking out from behind the mesh of the pantyhose. A simple pleasure, that's true. But one, that permitted me to connect with the better side of life. The wig did not take long to do though. And I soon found myself slipping on a translucent, buff robe; that Magen had handed me to wear in the studio. Magen then motioned for me to come along. So I followed her; with the robe fluttering around me untied. I suppose; I didn't really need the robe. Even though it was nice to wear. Because, just about as soon as we set foot in the studio. I was slipping on the first dress, of the day. It was a knitted cowl neck in red. That went down about half way to my knees. The sleeves were long; and you had to crinkle them up; on your arms like leg warmers. One of the features, that I liked about the dress; was that the cuffs had holes in them for your thumbs. So when you had it on, only your fingers showed. I found that I liked it more than a little bit. Now the shoes, they were to die for: cute red wedge sandals. Tying them around my ankles, of my hose covered feet, was a pure delight. And as it so happened, it was the first time; that I was threatened with a boner in all this. Apparently my libido was in harmony with the rest of me. With the shoes on, I was ready to fly. So I got up on the podium. That we were going to start the shoot with. But once I was up there; a new sense of behavior washed over me. It wasn't calculated from the frontal lobe. It was from someplace else. And it pretty much went unnoticed by me. But it did direct me, to check out my legs. Which I knowingly fell prey to. Looking down, I turned this way and that. Running my eyes up and down my legs, admiring them and critiquing them at the same time. I just loved. The way my nylon adorned legs. Slipped out from under my hem, to end up in the cute shoes; punctuated by red toenail polish. "Bobby." looking up I said, "Yes Anne?" "You can ogle your legs later. -- I want you to keep an eye on Magen. She is going to strike a pose for you to copy. Once we have that one shot. We'll move on to the next. Understand?" "Yes Anne." And so it went; from one pose to the next; from one scene to the next. Which started all over again with the next dress. It was a black strapless tutu; with a silvery sparkled top. Before I slipped in to it though. Magen had me put on a pair of black opaque stay-ups over my pantyhose. A pair of skimpy black high-heeled sandals, decorated with rhinestones. And a pair of long black nylon opera gloves, no heavier than opaque hose. Topped off with a black satin choker. The change did not take long. Even though Magen fussed over me some. Then I went to the podium. Once up, I casually gave my legs the once over. It was a bit like having to look into something; before you put your hand in there. But I quickly composed myself; before Anne said anything; and we were off. This set went differently from the first. It was more like a dancer; flowing from one point on stage to the next; hence fewer and shorter interruptions. Until. "Magen why is Bobby sucking on his finger all the time? Did you feed him something sticky before he got up there?" "I don't know why Anne. Maybe he's still thinking about pussy." "Magen! -- Did you give him a peep show?" Magen shrugged. Horrified when Magen mentioned pussy. I blushed ferociously, covering my face with my hands. "I can see right now that the two of you have been naughty. I ought to put the pair of you over my knees right this instant." When Anne threatened a walloping. I peered through my fingers asking. "Anne you wouldn't really beat Magen would you?" "Oh Bobby! You have no idea how mean she is. She makes me wear scanty maid outfits around the house. Most of the time I have to wear shoes; that I can barely walk in. Sometimes she even hobbles me. Then, if I do something, the least bit wrong. She buckles me to a breeding bench. So that she can put red welts all over my fanny with a hairbrush. Then she takes a perfectly horrible spinning strapon to me." "Don't listen to her Bobby. She's barely red from it, and she squeals, moans, creams and squirts enough for six girls. -- I only do what my little honey likes to have done to her. Don't I my pet." I knew that they probably played with each other; but I had no idea, that they were so nasty. It was quite a revelation to me. It was also a real turnon. "Come over here Bobby. I think you need a bit of training." Anne then went over and sat on a couch. Having a good idea what I was in for. I drug my feet the whole way, quivering with excitement all the way over there. Once there, Anne said, "Lay over my lap sweetie." Then she took me by the hand putting me over her knees. When she started to lift my skirts. I faintly tried to resist. But Anne said; "No honey. Don't fight. Let your arms dangle." Complying. Anne wasted no time. She hiked my skirt; then held it softly against my back. The next thing I knew. She was caressing my cheeks saying, "Oh! What a lovely bottom you have Bobby." Then she reached between my legs. Checking me out. After a moment she said, "You naughty thing, you have a wickedly stiff hard-on don't you. I bet you would like to knock Magen up or some little cute thing, if you had the chance. -- You're just begging to be disciplined aren't you." With my penis tingling madly, she went back to rubbing my butt. Then. Pop! It was a sound, more than anything else. But it sent a shockwave shooting up my spine. Squashing my boy ness. Blowing it right out the top of my head. Then after a brief rub, pop -- pop --- pop. Afterwards it was all that I could do, just to lie there. Flopped over her legs as limp as a dishrag. I vaguely heard mother come in at some point saying. "What's wrong with Bobby?" "I gave him a few soft pops to help him along." "Well is he asleep now, for heavens sakes?" "No, he is just torpid. -- Jennifer you ought to give him some love spankings every once in a while." "Don't tell me he likes that Anne?" Somehow I didn't think mother was really surprised by this. "Oh yea. Have a feel Jennifer." I then felt mother reach between my legs cupping my half plump penis. Which caused me to moan softly while snuggling further down into Anne's lap. "I think he squirted a little bit Anne. - Apparently you're right. --- I'm going to have to give him a spanking, every now and then. When he has been a good boy that is." -- "Jennifer. I think you are going to have to consider putting him in skirts atleast part of the time." "Has he been that good at it Anne." "Most definitely Jennifer, plus Bobby has had a wonderful time while doing it. You should see him checking himself out. -- I'm half tempted to submit him. Rather than shoot over with that girl." After a pause mother said, "How much longer. Before we can go have lunch." Magen spokup then, saying, "We have this dress to finish up. Then we have one more. -- After doing that one. It would be a good time for a break. That way when we get back: we can change sets for the other outfits." "I guess I'll live until then. -- While you're doing that. I will go and get something cute; for my girly boy to wear to lunch." Anne stood me up then; then asked if I was ready to carry on. I nodded languidly. Then sashayed over to the set couch. Unknowingly, putting a lot of hip action into my skirts as I went. It didn't really fall upon me, that I had done that, until I turned to see their faces of admiration. Pleased with my aptitude and its effect. I stood there ready to go. It didn't take us long to get to the next dress, a red Chinese. With twin rows of buttons running down the front, terminating into twin splits. It was certainly leggy enough that's for sure. The gold print was a leafy motif, which I liked much better than Chinese dragons. But its unusual feature was that it had kimono sleeves. Paired up with the red Chinese Laundry shoes; it was pretty nice. When my mother got back. She brought some things with her; that I should have been ashamed of wearing in public. Let a lone being seen as being happy about it. But the moment I got a, good-look, at it all. I was hot to put it all on. All of it being, a black stretchy crop-top with a wide neck opening paired with long bell sleeves. That tied in the back with a big satin bow. The white cotton skirt was a ruffled tiered thing with a nylon petticoat attached to it. The shoes were a pair of black ballet flats with plenty of toe cleavage. All in all I was only too happy to wear it to lunch. As soon as we finished, I stepped out of the Chinese dress and shoes. Stepping strait into my new things. When I had them on. I found that the petticoat pushed the skirt out to about forty-five degrees. Looking into the dressing mirror I saw that the skirt and petticoat went down to about knee level. The whole ensemble was more than quite nice I thought. But Magen added a black choker a white bow to my hair then a pair of black satin fingerless gloves. Then she said we were ready to go. The girls made me walk out in front, on the way to lunch. I knew why. They wanted to ogle me. I thought this was only fair. Since they had put so much effort into me. So I made sure to swish my skirt good for them. As we moved along I thought how funny it was (perhaps unforeseen was better). That a penchant for Japanese graphic fashions and frills would lead me to this, without me batting an eye. Of course I knew; I was still a boy. The clothes didn't change that. And I was happy with that. It made playing with the girls; that much more fun. I just wasn't the usual foul-mouthed eye sore. Jigging about listening to loud crappy music like I had emotional brain damage. Not that I had ever been like that to begin with. I'm afraid the said lifestyle never even tempted me. Once we hit the street. A feeling came over me as quickly as one can step through a doorway. It felt like I had moved out from under a hazy, emotionally stifled world, into a brighter clearer one; one in which things were made interesting all over again. But this feeling soon diminished as I swished along ahead of the women, into one of that of wellbeing. When I got to the diner. I waited for the girls to catch up. They had stopped, to look at something in a nearby window. While I was waiting there, Miss Trobridge came out putting her gloves on. She stopped in in front of me. Gave me the once over. Then said, "Bobby you look nice. I hope this means. That we will be seeing you better dressed from now on." "Was I horrible before mum?" "No honey, just mundane." Then she caressed my cheek showing her appreciation. As she did so, I thought. 'God she always did have a good eye. Spotted me right off the bat she did.' After that she got into her limo, saying. "Stand with your feet together. When you can honey; it's more becoming." When the girls caught up mother asked. "What did Miss Trobridge want Sweetie?" "Nothing much. She did say that she liked my outfit though." Magen spoke up then saying, "Let's go someplace else. Somewhere interesting." "Why didn't you say so earlier Magen? We could have stopped at The Flamingo." "Because I just now thought about it Anne. That's why." The decision was then made to go to the maid caf?, Nabiki's. Since it was all the talk amongst the fashion crowd. Nabiki's was wonderful. There were tables at ground level, but there were also pedestals booths with catwalks running to them. Along with the aroma of culinary bliss, plants and curtains hung everywhere. The waitresses were all dolled up in a profusion of deliciously sexy maid costumes, just like in Japan. They too were everywhere. After we were seated. Two things eventually came to my notice. One, everyone bussing the tables wore the same thing: short tight sleeveless black dresses with white aprons. Along with that tiny bit of eye candy, they wore white close mesh fishnet tights, highlighted by to die for black ballet flats. All that was sweetened up with white cuffs a black choker and a white frilly headband. The second thing I noticed by virtue of the catwalks. Was that a lot of the maids were boys. When I became aware of that blissful tidbit. I could hardly contain myself. Even then I was only able to do so for a couple heartbeats. Only that time which was necessary for me to quickly wad-up the little man in red on my shoulder. Tossing him: I turned to mother asking. "Mother. Would you mind if I dressed pretty once in a while from now on?" "Of course not Honey. -- In fact, I think we'll start eliminating your current wardrobe right a way. How does that sound?" "Like a sexy naked girlfriend, with a wet pussy," Oops! I covered my mouth with my hand but I was too late. That last bit had just popped out without orders. Mother choked on her water laughing. Then she put her hand to her chest coughing and wheezing. When she had caught her breath she said, "Be careful honey or you'll kill your mother." Not wanting to dwell in the vicinity. I apologized. Then swiftly moved on. "Mother. Did you know that some of the maids are boys?" "Yes honey. We can see up their skirts as well as you can. -- In fact we had been forewarned by rumor. That was part of the mystique of Nabiki's." "Mother. Do you think I could work here every once in a while; that is if they would let me." There, that was done. I had gotten to my destination. "I don't know Bobby. I suppose we could ask them after lunch. -- Then we'll see." Mom hadn't said no. So I left it at that hoping. But Anne spoke up then, saying. "I think it is a good idea. Perhaps we all could work here once in a while. It would be like a vacation for us." After lunch we were introduced to a secretary. Wearing a black opaque body stocking with a white wisp of an apron wrapped around her. She told us that there was nobody there at the moment that could help us. She did say though; that she didn't see any problems with what we had in mind. After giving our names and information to her, we headed back to Flair Chic to work on the up and coming addition. Once back at the magazine. Magen, Anne and I changed sets. To those meant to enhance the next offerings; there by increasing the public need for them. With that done we took up the shoot again. The first bit of loveliness was a cowl neck body sweater in gray. It was positively scrumptious to wear; and I ended up not wanting to take it off. I'm afraid I pouted about it. Until Magen told me that she had several: that I could have if I cheered up. Anne's response was to say, "You're going to spoil him. Take the hairbrush to his fanny and be done with it." Both did the trick. So we moved on to the next house lounger. It was a layered white gauze skirt with satin suspenders. Under it I wore a black semi opaque body stocking. With my feet snugged into a pair of black ballet slippers. The next and last ensemble for the day was black and white wickedly short kimono thing. Made out of a wonderfully stretchy slippery material. I thought for sure I would expose myself horribly in it. But Anne said that it was meant to be that way. So we would shoot around it, in the interest of modesty of course. I was dubious to say the least. With it went black split toe fishnet tights. Thank goodness they had a substantial French bikini. Rather than open net for the panty portion. Over my feet I wore white cotton tabis, with a pair of white wood getas. The getas had black satin footpads with black satin straps. Once I had every thing on though. My interestes in modesty went out the window. For I had found something else, I didn't want to take off. In fact, that had been true for everything else. It was just that I was starting to drag my heels for some reason. When we got to the Japanese teatable with the stuffed dolls around it. It sort of dawned no me why. I had turned girly-boy and not just by some. I had waded strait into female waters with both pumps on. That wasn't the problem though: I was unrepentant about that. No, my dilemma was. We were getting towards the end of the shoot for the day. Which brought up the ugly prospect of having to change into drabs and go home. Magen must have somehow guessed this. Because she came to my rescue saying, "Bobby darling. I know you don't want to have to get unmade and put your shorts and tee shirt back on. What's say we skip any changes and have you go home in that?" I was wonderfully tranquil for the last few shots with the white Greek column. Magen had seen to that. After that I knelt on a pillow; buy the tea table, cuddling and messing around with a Raggedy Anne. While the girls puttered and fussed around with things. When mother came in; she had me do a cople of turns for her. Then she asked Anne. "Anne, are you worn out? The reason I ask is. Are you going to want to shoot the street scenes tomorrow? If so, I think I will take Bobby home and get him to bed early." "Bright and early Jennifer, Four o'clock I think." Mother groaned then said, "Come Bobby we're both going to need time to wakeup in the AM." Magen came over gave me a hug then said. Take the Raggedy with you. She'll make a good cuddle. We hadn't gotten far; with me clip cloping behind mother through the building. Before she had me move up and walk in front of her. Realizing that was probably going to be the way of things from now on, I was going to have to remember to do that. Other than that the trip home was uneventful, which I found to be all to the good. Since I was now starting to get to be a bit zapped. After eating dinner I hit the shower with the intent of heading strait to bed. When I got to my room. I found that mother had layed out a new flannel slumber dress and tights for me. After slipping them on. I took a quick gander in the mirror. Snagged Anne and was in bed asleep before the covers settled. The next thing I knew; mother was waking me. Telling me it was time to get after it. Looking at the clock my mind reeled at the sight of it. That is, as soon as my eyes cleared sufficiently. 'Two o'clock! That was before the birds got up to pee.' Rummaging through the basket by my bed. I came up with a couple of ballet slippers, a black one and a pink one. Thinking that will do, I put them on then headed to the kitchen. While we ate mom informed me of our itinerary. Plus the fact that she had a new outfit for me to wear to work. When I asked what it was. She said, "You'll see." Perked up by that. I thought I would go get dressed, but mom said to wait on that. "I want to take you into the shower first and wash your hair good." When I said I could do it. If she thought it needed to be done. She said, "No. I want it done well. I'll do it." So I was drug into the shower. Even though I didn't think I actually needed it. Once in there I thought mother would never stop scrubbing at it. It was worth it though. Because while the conditioner did its work. Mother gave me a good breast-feeding. That's one thing I'm not shy about, a good milk laden nipple. None of the kids in the family are. We are raised that way. It is believed that long-term breast-feeding makes for better children. After drying mom put enough lotion on me to get me through a half-inch hose. Then it was on to dressing. My new clothes turned out to be a schoolgirl sailor costume in steel gray with white accents. That paired with the split toe over the knee white opaques and the black zoris. I was in hog heaven. As we drove up, Mom and I saw that the Flair motor home and Magen's sixty-one Vespa were there at Ground Zero, with Anne sitting on the steps drinking coffee. So Mom just dropped me off instead of parking. Anne didn't waste any time after I got out. She ushered me right in and sicked Magen on me. There were only two outfits for today. A white full skirted off the shoulder that went down to mid calf and a black and white Lolita that was a bit shorter. First up was the off the shoulder. With it went a garter belt that was more like an open crotch girdle than a scanty belt. That paired up with full translucent panties and white stockings. Started my day off well. While I put the undies on. Magen ended up prodding me now and then. I guess she felt like I was taking an inordinate amount of time putting my nylon goodies on. That didn't help very much; I was too focused. What did prod me along though were the black pumps; when I got a look at them, as Magen took them out of their shoebox. There is something about new girl shoes fresh out of the box that gives me Goosebumps. It always has for some reason. After one last bit of fussing with my stockings. I stepped into the pumps. Wanting a good look in the mirror strait away. Regrettably Magen curtailed that by dragging me to the makeup chair. "There Honey you're finished." That was after one last dab or two at my eyes. "Go and have a look in the mirror. -- Remember though Anne is chomping at the bit by now. So be quick about it." One can't always predict what sort of sensations will come over you. Let alone the when and the where, or even if they will be agreeable or not. For me: as I walked down the steps of the motor home to put myself at Anne's disposal. I felt like a debutant setting out to meet the city through the camera's eye. And it was most agreeable. After that it was a whirlwind of storefronts and street corners. Often accompanied with small changes in accessories. Then just about the time the sun had moved down the tops of the buildings to street level. Something disagreeable happened. Anne had me standing at a street corner. The idea being that I was standing there. Presumably waiting for the light to change. Magen had just changed my look with black opera gloves a black scarf around the neck and a black-netted headband. So I was feeling pretty elegant moving from one pose to next. Changing my black patent leather purse now and then from one arm to the other, from one hand to the next. Following Magen's moves. When the next thing I knew a boy stepped in front of me. Then he shoved me in the chest sending me flying onto my duff. Talk about being shocked! Then while I sat there tossed to the sidewalk. Propped up by my arms head still spinning. He delivered upon me a cussing that left me bewildered. "You dirty sissy cock sucking corn- holing fagot! I bet you like the big dick niggers don't you. Do you suck them off first or do you like the flavor of frosted dick." Then he grabbed himself saying. "Here! Do you want some of this? You, fairy fagot sissy queer nigger lover." That last bit: brought everyone to his or her senses. I struggled to get up to let the air out of his family jewels. Magen ran over to help me up and hold me back. Anne ran over grabbing his shirt collar saying. "What the hell is the matter with you? You little bastard!" Then a woman charged up and grabbed him by the arm. I thought perhaps I had seen her before. But him, as far as I knew, I had never set eyes on him until now. "I'm so very sorry about this. It would seem that my son has chosen to live in the doghouse for the next couple years." "But Mom! He's a cock sucking corn-holing Sissy, Fagot Tranny." "Shut up Simon; before I slap knots on top of your head!" She then looked at me and said, "I'm sorry dear. I only hope one day he will realize how badly he has behaved." "That's all right mum. I'll live. It's just that -- well -- I might like to wear pretty things, which are deemed by the majority to be for girls only. But that doesn't mean I'm like the rest of it." "Nonsense child. One with any sense at all: can see that you are perfectly well bred. You look fine. -- Come along Simon. It's time to start your well-deserved misery and reeducation." After they had walked away. I turned to look for my purse. It had gone flying when I had. Standing there was a little boy. I felt for sure that it was a boy for some reason. Even though he was dressed in white short shorts bluish pink tights black ballet flats and a reddish pink tee. He handed me my purse. Gave me a crinkly face then he skipped back to his mother taking her hand. As they walked off with him waving: I thought to myself. 'Thank God there are always some of us in the pipeline.' After some discussion we went back to the motor home. Anne felt like she had what she needed anyway, despite the mishap. By the time we got there. I was feeling a bit frayed by time and struggle. I must say, as soon as I caught sight of the steps. I felt that relief was at hand. Once inside Magen gave me something to nibble on while she helped me step out of the dress. That done I sat down still nibbling away: thinking that I needed something, but what that might be eluded me. Magen solved that though. She popped off my pumps. Even though I adored them. I was ready to do without them for a while. Then she unhooked my stockings rolling them off me one at a time. That accomplished she had me stand and wriggle out of the garter and panties. Then she did something that at first thought might not seem like it would be so wonderful, but it was. At least to me it was. She used a large fluffy pink towel: to softly rub and massage me. As a consequence, she wasn't at it very long, before I was so soothed; I could scarcely stand. After that she had me go get into the bed in the back for a nap. A bit later Magen and Anne came in naked with their breasts gently swaying to and fro. As they got into bed with me, they moved me around so that I was snuggled between them. Then we all took a nap together. Man was I ever comfy when I drifted back. Magen had me spooned with her arm around my waist; cupping my partially plump penis with her hand. Anne wasn't left out though. I had a face full of one of her boobs and a hand full of the other one. All in all I didn't want to move, but alas naptime was over with. When Magen sensing I was awake. Whispered in my ear, "Let's start gitting ready Hun while Anne sleeps a little longer." I was reluctant to get going to say the least. But Magen put a cure to that right away. After she got me out of bed. She put me in the shower and hosed me off with cold water for god sakes. Talk about popping my eyes open. That certainly did the trick. A little later I was rejuvenated all over again. When I got a look at the undies for the Lolita. They were wonderfully frilly yet understated at the same time. Magen helped me put the bra on. It was my first back fastening one in all this. Then she left me to my own devices, while she got dressed and got things ready. So I took the luxury of taking my time with the rest. First I squirmed into the panties. Enjoying every inch they slid up my legs. Then I had Magen stop and hook the garter around me. That done, I sat down to put on the frilly toped black stockings. These I realy took my time with, savoring and prolonging every moment in the process of putting them on. Once I had them on, with the front and back garter straps clipped on just right. Magen turned her attention back to me adjusting the straps for me. About that time, Anne came out and started to get dressed. It struck me then; as I watched Anne dress while Magen fiddled with my straps. That I had always admired Anne's, Magen's and my mother's penchant for skirted garments and hose. In fact I rarely saw them in pants. Even then it was mostly short shorts. It was probably why I had such an affinity for skirted clothes myself. Whether that was the case or not, It had made for a comfortable environment to grow up in. One in which I was now more fully a part of thank goodness. The last part of the shoot had me walking down the sidewalk with a white parasol, while Anne took shots from the back of the Vespa. Everything was going well until I passed under an awning. Passing by three kids standing by one of its poles. The girl was cute; I particularly liked her full rounded pageboy. She was standing there on one leg, arms crossed with an incredulous look on her face. Her tight teeshirt showed off her buds and her cuffed short shorts showed off her dreamy legs. All in all she was quite a dish. The boys I payed scant attention to: until something uncouth came to my ears. "Hay there; Baby. -- I sure would like to spread those legs of your's and fuck the snot out of you." At first I couldn't believe what I had heard. When it set in that he was talking to me. I stopped so abruptly that my heels chirped on the pavement. Turning abruptly with consternation running all through me: like I was hit with a power line. I came to a stop with my feet together; skirts swirling, eyes and mouth round with dismay. My yapping dog assailant was the white boy. He was standing there holding his dick. Making exaggerated thrusting motions and flicking his tongue at me. Before I could bring myself to say anything, to the atrocious creature. The fattish black guy said, "I don't know Roger? I bet she is as tight as virgin hamster. You're going to need an awful lot of bacon fat: to get that love tool of yours in her. -- Hay. Maybe I could use some of that pig fat and fuck her in the ass. While you fuck her in the twat." Then he grabbed his pants to wave his half hard monstrosity at me. "I bet she will squeal like a little girl, backing into a hotplate: when I stob this in her ass." To add insult to verbal injury the girl started giggling then. It didn't help any that she was trying to hide it with her hands. Affronted assaulted dismayed, I had all sorts of emotions crawling all over me by then. I was even mad about being confronted by the stereotype of black males. Realizing I was on stage there wasn't a lot I could do or say either. So I stamped my cutesy clad foot saying. "You, horrid boys!" Then I turned and minced off in a huff. I didn't get far before I heard the girl say, "Get bent" to the boys. Then I heard the running flick flack of flip-flops. Followed by, "Hay, Bobby -- wait up!" Turning once again, wondering whom the girl was. It came to me when she got closer that it was Melissa from school. "Gosh Bobby! You look gorgeous! What are you up to?" I pointed at Anne saying. "I'm doing a standin shoot fore Anne. That way she can shoot again with the model. When they have picked the sets they want done with Brenda." "That's just too cool! -- I'm sorry I giggled back there, but they didn't know you were a boy and I did. You should have seen the look on your face. When they propositioned you. -- You didn't recognize me did you?" "No. I probably should have, but I was kind of concentrating on what I was doing. -- Melissa. Where have you been? When did you change your hair? What were you doing hanging around thoes awful boys?" "The same thing as you: they came up to me and propositioned me. Seems they wanted me to go off and have every known form of sex with them. As to the rest: my Mom and I had to go and help her sister and her family for a while. They were in a bad accident. While we were away, I decided to change my hair. I'll tell you all about it at school. Right now I have to run. Mother is waiting on me." Melissa tiptoed. Gave me a soft peck on the lips. Then scurried off giggling. As I watched her bounce off, Goosebumps of wont popped up all over me. Oh, what a web, conscious and unconscious deception may weave. "Hill. What's this?" "They're the prelims from Anne." George then looked through the photos quickly, thinking 'god I like Anne's and Magen's work.' "Who's the kid Hill?" "I don't know. One of the inhouse kids I think." George sighed. "Have we gotten any where with the demon seeds Hill?" "No. Now they're talking like they want another photographer: before they will come back." "Well keep working on them Hill. We're starting to run out of time. -- T what do you think of them so far?" "Beautifully charming as always George. You know it only took Anne two days to get all those. Even knowing what we want. It's going to take three days with Brenda, at best." George grunted, then went over to the intercom. "Zack." "Yes George?" "Go down to Anne and make sure we have a release for the kid. So we can work with her latest shots." "I'm on my way now George." "Jennifer." Startled, Jennifer flinched; then looked to see who it was. "Zack, what do you want?" "It would seem that the powers that be want a release. Before they will work with Anne's latest." "For heaven sakes, the lawyers must have them afraid of their own shadows." Jennifer went over to a cabinet. Got out a paper. Filled it out. Then handed it to Zack saying. "There you go. Now scoot, I'm having fits with this belt." Once again I was lying on a blanket, while mother wrung her hands over a shot. When Anne came in frustrated. Only this time I was wearing my orange body sweater. Looking through a catalog devoted to sissy clothes. Plus the occasional sex toy for said sissies. Sometimes the line between clothing and toy was a bit blurred in my opinion. Anne flopped down into a chair, slouching back nibbling on a fingernail. Then she slung one leg over the chair arm. That along with the shortish full skirt allowed me the opportunity to admire her underpinnings. Of stockings, garter belt and panties. The gossamer nude panties were pure eye candy from the get go. What made it so nice though was. I could look all that I wanted to; without feeling inhabited. Actually it was the sort of freedom that I had had since I was little. Sitting on the floor looking up the skirts of the women in my life. Even Grand Mama's Prussian girdings were of great interest. Anne did not say anything right away. It seemed to me that she was content to gnaw on her fingernails for the time being. So I turned back to my catalog saying to Mom. "Mother are you sure you want me to pick something out of here. Most of it has tooth decay written all over it." "Yes Honey. I want you to pick out something really, really, cute. So you can wear it aroung the house for me." "Gad Mom! -- Ok." Looking on I was just about to ask Mom what sissy flush was. When Anne finally deigned to speak. "Well we're out of time and not a word from upstairs. -- All that work for nothing." Mom sighed. Then looked from the camera to Anne saying, "Don't worry so. They'll have you finishup for the next issue." Anne didn't say anything to that. She just went back to her nail biting. A moment later she said, "You're right Jennifer. I'm going to quit whining and not worry about it anymore." It was not long after that, that I felt eyes on me, which I ignored. But Anne knew I was doing it on purpose. I could tell by her tone when she spoke again. "Jennifer. Why don't you let us have Bobby one of these weekends? Magen and I would love to do some nudes and cheesecake with him. Something arty; with a bit of fetish thrown in here and there." "How about this weekend Anne? I need to go and help Mother do some things; that she wants done. That way he won't have to sit around bored. His sitter Ako is in a bit of trouble with her mother at the moment. Seems she went out and got herself pumped-up. -- I'll go get him some frills, skimpies and lingerie tomorrow. If I can find some nice maid costumes and their like I will get them too. He'll need things to work in and lounge in around the house anyway." Anne's affirmative answer had me quivering with delightful expectations the rest of the day. Saterday had me standing outside the dynamic duo's apartment. Ringing the doorbell, with a bag full of goodies over my shoulder. Most I hadn't even opened up yet. I had on a pair of panties; that were nothing more than a black triangle of pantyhose like material with elastic strings. Over that I wore a long white multilayered diaphanous skirt. A black tubetop, black strapped high-heeled wooden sandals plus black lace gloves rounded out my outfit. I had just started to fidget some. When Anne opened the door. She was bare footed. She had on black footless opaque stay-ups. Black bikini bottoms that tyed at the sides. A black fishnet crop top that showed off her boobs nicely. Plus black opera gloves that reached up to her shoulders. "Come on in sweetie. You know where the bedroom is?" "Yes." "Good, you can leave your things in there. I have left a bikini bottom and choker on the bed for you. -- Before you do that though Sweetheart. Lift up your skirt: so I can have a better look at those shoes with those legs of yours. -- Higher Honey." happy to oblige. I dropped my bag; then I took hold of my skirt hem with both hands. Hiking it up to my waist. "Give us some moves Hon." Twisting right then left, I bent one knee then the other lifting my foot slightly. "Is that good Anne?" "Fine Bobby. I think we'll have you leave the shoes on for the present." I soon found myself lying atop a white satin quilt, with nothing on: but my shoes the black bikini bottoms, and the black choker. It was wonderfully easy going with Anne in this venue. She was so relaxed at home: she was positively tranquil. Not that she was a tyrant at other times. She was just more focused. The whole atmosphere made for a great training ground, into the art of erotic photography. Anne had three cameras and a video trained on me. So she was always on the move between the cameras and me. Having me move from one position to the next. Tweaking each one before we moved on. The best part of the whole thing though was. Anne acquainted me with the art of caressing movement. She called it: the sensual mindset of making love with yourself. Which translated into making love to the camera. The last pose for the morning had me lying naked on my stomach. With my legs lifted, head cradled in my arms and a black scarf draped over my rump: a classic pose since the time of the first camera. "Cross your ankles Hun. -- The other way. - Now point your toes. - Harder. That's it, hlod it right there." "I'm home." That was Magen back from the grocery. "That's good I'm ready to eat, how about you?" I nodded; then satup nibbling on a fingertip wondering what to do while food was being made. "Honey you can run around naked or put something on if you want. I'm going to go start something. In the mean time you can help Magen change. She'll like that." After Anne left, I still didn't know if I wanted to wear something or not. So I went to the bedroom to look through my things. While I was doing that, Magen came in to change. So I dropped the problem of what to wear to one side for the time being; and helped her undress. After that the first new thing I helped her put on: was a pair of white crotchless fishnet tights. Over that; went a black French maid that I zipped up for her, while she held her boobs in place. It was so short and low cut that every thing was easily shown off. After I had her zipped. She topped off her costume with a frilly headband. Then she cured my problem, before she seta bout embellishing her makeup. By having me step into a black pinch front spaghetti strap leotard with a large bow at the small of the back. That did the trick for me; so I left her to her art, to see what Anne was up to. After lunch we watched two videos; that Magen had brought back as a surprise for us. Shemales and Females From Outer Space plus Shemale Space Patrol. They were both in the same vein as Captain Proton. Except that there was a lot of sex going on in these two. As it turned out, we ended up enjoying them immensely. All through the movies I found myself fantasizing. About roaming around space in cute sexy uniforms having erotic adventures. For me, it was great nail biting fun, watching the boys slash girls and girls. Getting themselves: into, and out of, one fix after the other. When the last one was over with; I said to the girls. "Gosh! It would be really neat making movies like that. Don't you think?" Smirking Anne said, "Don't you mean; running around making babies like that?" That afternoon we moved on to pantyhose encasement. Most of them were close-ups with all sorts of props. Like ropes, nets, drapes, pillows, just about anything one could think of. Even a giant stuffed octopus. Made out of gray silk. That evening after dinner and some TV, we got into the shower together. Dried off; then kneaded lotion into each other. I was so slippery after I dryed from that. That I felt like I was made from satin. Once in the bedroom, the girls gave me a short translucent pink baby-doll like theirs to wear. Then we slipped into bed with me snugged between them. Thus I found myself falling asleep on my side. With a facefull and a handfull of Magen's boobs. The next morning I woke up. With a facefull and a handfull of Anne's knockers. After getting up and eating, we started the day off with cutesy maid. Moving into naughty maid as we went along. In the afternoon we transitioned to B and D; which found Magen in a maid coustume, acting as the disciplinarian. I was in a short ruffle skirted rose dress. Made out of sheer stretchy nylon. It had builtin garter straps for the ruffled top stockings with a single garter at the top. That garter was used to loop around the back of the neck to hold up the dress. With it I wore long stocking gloves and black open toed pumps. The two inch heels were somewhere between just right and too much. So I got by; when I had to walk or stand in them. The setting we put together for this French maid nanny discipline, as Anne called it. Featured a 1930's vanity framed by white gauze curtains. The only thing on the vanity at first was a black vase filled with large colorful silk flowers. And it probably would have stayed like that, but for a whim on my part. Fetching a pair of old point shoes, that I had come across. I hung them down the front of the mirror. Saying to the girls, "I haven't been a good enough ballerina. I won't get the bouquet, unless I'm a good ballerina." The girls liked that subliminal imagery. So we moved on to the next phase. Shooting. The first scene had Magen sitting on a tufted footstool in front of the vanity, with me over her lap. My wrists were bound together with a soft nylon rope. And I was gagged, with a small spongy ball-gag. Anne took shots from various angles. While Magen eather caressed me, or delivered soft little stinging whacks to my bottom with the backside of a hairbrush. Soon I was limp and plump as I could be. At that point, as far as I was concerned, there was nothing better than feminine debauchery. When the doorbell rang, I was sitting between Magen's legs with one leg over hers. She was kissing my cheek while lightly caressing my plumpness through my dress. She had me so focused and pregnant with such wellbeing, that I barely heard Anne speak. "Careful, Magen. He's going to squirt like a racehorse any time now. -- I'm going to see who's at the door." After Anne left me to Magen's tender mercies. She stroked me a few more times. Then said, "I'm going to back you off now some, Sweetie. Otherwise you will be frustrated. Ok." I couldn't say anything to her. Being ball-gagged like I was. So I nodded. She then reached under my dress. Took hold of my shaft through my panties; then gave it a generous squeeze for a few seconds. Boy! Now I know what it is like to be a balloon mashed at one end. It felt like my blood pressure shot up. When she released me. The feeling plummeted like a cliff diver. After that Magen lifted me to my feet saying. "There now Hun. That didn't hurt. Did it?" I shook my head thinking, no. But it sure was proactive. "Let's take off your gag and untie your hands. I think we'll rest for a while. How does that sound?" I thought that a swell idea. Liberated, I plopped down on the stool. So I could run my hands up and down my stocking clad legs. It was a sexy indulgence. I was beginning to be quite fond of. As it was, it was only one of which; I had pickup fairly recently courtesy of my caregivers. Therefore I was absolutely unashamed of it. In fact, I couldn't imagine why everyone didn't partake in such pleasures. "My! Aren't we pleased with ourselves." Magen's comment didn't deter me any. If anything, it only egged me on some. "Here Sweetie. Let's take off those pumps. So we can see those pretty feet of yours." I quickly proffered her one foot then the other. Then I went back to my lovemaking. However I wasn't at it very long. Before I began thinking seriously of trying to get some cream out of Magen. I tried getting rid of the notion, but it was no good. The idea had stuck. So I got up onto the footstool. Sitting on my knees with my hands pressed together. Then kind of begging like I queried her, "Magen, do you think I could get some pussy cream? -- Pretty please." Then I gave her calf eyes hoping that would help my cause. "You would like that, would you?" Nodding. I said, "In fact I've gotten to be very bad lately." "Oh. How's that?" "I've been thinking I would like to knock you and Anne up. That way you and Anne would be family." "That's sweet of you darling. Not bad." "What's sweet and not bad?" That was Mother. She had just come in with Anne. Magen then informed her; that I wanted to put the tongue to Anne and her. Then pump the pair of them up. Making them family. "I see that you wasted no time in corrupting my sweet child. His ingenuity is to be commended though. A worthy yet deliciously wicked plan it is. -- I think we'll wait a bit on that though. Eventhough it would delight and amuse me greatly. To see the two of you fattened with family children." Chinooked for the time being, I moved on to the next besst thing. So I got up and hugged Mom really good. Then I asked her if I could have some milk. "You can have all you want, in just a bit honey. First I want you- all to look through the latest magazine: to see what you think." Despite her pretense to the contrary, Anne was still miffed by events. So of the four of us: she was the least positive about it as we looked through Flair Chic. That is until we got to page ten. When we turned to it, I immediately wondered how they had done it? Anne hadn't re shot. So, who was that girl? Standing there on the street corner. Looking like I had at the time. Looking like me. Then it dawned on me. It was yours truly. Just before I got shoved onto my duff. "Gosh! They put me in the magazine! -- Brenda's going to be all kinds, of pissed off." Then Magen said, "Look there, it's that cute little boy. I had forgotten he was in that frame." Then Anne exclaimed. "Oh my god! I hadn't planed on this! I hope this doesn't cause you problems at school Bobby." That aspect hadn't occurred to me until Anne said something. I suppose I was still too busy being surprised and intrigued to have come to any thoughts about potential fallout. Thinking about it I said, "I don't think the kids at school look at this magazine much Anne. Besides that: I don't think anyone would recognize me anyway. So I don't believe there will be." Anne was a lot more upbeat after that. When we got to page forty. We came across the rest of the spread for Dominique. Personally I was quite pleased with it. But along with Anne's former statement, the layout did bring home some problems to me. Problems: that I had somehow missed looking at, for one reason or other. The foremost one being: I was going to have the devil's own time; making myself dress in drab for school. Further thoughts on these tribulations were curtailed though. When Anne and Magen began critiquing things. So I turned my eye toward mother and her beautifully swollen melons. After our respite, we changed over to a balletic fetish theme. Which had Magen and I in white lightweight seamed tights and black spaghetti strap tutus. Toped off with severe black pageboys. With that she wore black ballet pumps and a spiked black patent leather dog collar. My collar had silver plastic fishhooks and ball-chain dangling from it with the prerequisite dog leash. The pink point shoes I wore. Had heavier nylon straps with padlocks rather than ribbons, which I found intriguing. Thinking that I might like to do that for dance class sometime. When I turned eleven that is. The scenery for our latest delving into erotic suggestion consisted of a large screen; with images from old movies and other sources projected onto it. In front of that was a very old stirrup chair. Made out of wrought iron and wood. 'God knows where they found that.' Once we had everything in readiness. The first scene had me standing with my hands on my knees. With Magen supposedly taking a short buggy whip to my backside. While Frankenstein rose from the operating table to walk for the first time. Later that was changed to a hairbrush. That Magen really did use to give me a couple of small smacks with. While Dracula took Mina for the first time, seducing her. It's surreal how someone can become so enamored of something so quickly. But I had. Her little whacks had set my butt to tingling ever so nicely. It also plumped my special purpose something ferocious. Which, Magen kept that way, through various tricks and stratagems for the rest of the shoot. All in all it was a productive shoot. So much so, even though I was wornout by prolonged rigidity. I made Anne and Magen promise we would revisit the balletic theme in the future. While Mother and I drove home, I sat there in my new haltertop sundress pantyhose and sandals. Thinking about all the possibilities both good and bad, both near and far, that could come of this. And I must say. As we stopped and turned, moving along the streets. I felt that there were mostly sunny days ahead.