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Frankie eased into the bubble bath and let himself sink into the perfumed
water. He was careful not to sink too deep lest he wet his hair, even
though his mother had swept his shoulder-length tresses up on top of his
head in a high pony-tail wrapped in a scrunchie and pinned in place. It
was, she explained, to keep it out of the bath water with its perfume and
oils; she would shampoo his hair later.
He shook his head in disbelief. It had all happened so fast. His mother
had come home early, too early, and found him dressed in a bra and
panties, high heels and hosiery, and a skirt and sweater. Then this
morning she forced him to go shopping for women's underwear. And forced
him too, to admit to a saleswoman that he was wearing panties, panties he
described to her as full of lace and ribbons. Now, as he soaked in the
tub, he realized he now had a wardrobe that included pretty panties, bras
and garter-belts and, he trembled, panties enough to wear every day. He
knew he was being punished for sneaking about and putting on his sister's
clothes and his mother's clothes too. His lies and deception, despite all
the pains he had taken to hide his dressing, had all been exposed.
He stared for a long time at the bright pink razor on the edge of the
tub. Then he began to shave the sparse hair on his legs.
Lisa had left the bathroom door open with a crack large enough to peek
into the room and watch him. She had left him dressed only in a pair of
little lace-trimmed panties. And she left him fully aroused and bulging
in those panties, completely enthralled with her whispered promises to
dress him up. It delighted her to see him so excited and she knew she
held the key to make him do her bidding. He was so caught up in his need
to find the relief he craved for his aching cock that he never noticed
her watching through the tiny crack in the doorway. But she saw it all.
She watched in silent pleasure as he stroked his cock in his panties and
then creamed them full with a hot load of his steaming cum. The orgasm
left him sagging against the bathroom vanity. It was a moment she dared
not waste. But she had waited patiently to make certain he would slip
into the perfumed water and begin to shave his lean legs. With a
perfunctory knock, she swung open the door.
"Now, don't forget to shave that little bit of hair on your chest too,
honey," Lisa said evenly. Then she turned her gaze to the panties he had
tossed on the floor. Frankie followed her eyes and groaned softly as she
stooped to pick-up the cum-soaked panties.
"Oh, honey," Lisa said with a wicked smile. "Did you get your panties all
wet? Oh my. You didn't drop them in the tub did you?" She smiled down at
him as he sank deeper in the bath water. "Of course not. So you're just
one of those girls who always gets her panties all wet. And such pretty
panties, too. Now they have to be hand-washed. So, when you get out of
the tub, you have some delicates to wash. Now hurry up, we have lots to
do. You just stay right here and call Mother when you're done."
Lisa walked out of the bathroom and took the few short steps to her
bedroom. In a moment she had eased herself down on the bed and began to
empty the Stein's Department Store bags there. She opened one box and
removed a pair of lovely panties, white with three rows of lace and a
lavender ribbon traced through the waist and tied up in a bow in the
back. Next she unwrapped the matching garter belt with its white lace
trim and a lavender bow and laid it out on the bed beside her. A few
moments later she had unwrapped the white bra that matched the bra and
panty set and arranged them just so beside her on the satin spread. She
searched the bottom of the now nearly empty bag and found the first of
several thin boxes that held fine nylon stockings. With a contented sigh
she stood and walked to her clothes closet.
What shall I dress him in today, she mused. He fingers ran across the
fabric of one of her off-while linen business suits and she quickly
decided something far more feminine was in order. She tugged at the hem
of a rose-colored tea-length dress she had not worn in ages and wondered
if it would fit him. She thought briefly about the black sequin cocktail
dress and dismissed it out of hand as far too mature, at least for now
she thought. She continued to look through her closet and had nearly
settled on a black skirt and pink blouse for him when she heard him call
out. With a sigh and a smile she turned from the closet and retraced her
steps to the bathroom to find Frankie standing in the half open doorway
with a bath towel wrapped around this waist.
"Oh, sweetie," she cooed. "You've got to learn to cover up." She stepped
towards him, slipped a finger into the folded towel at his waist and with
a single motion undid it, hoisted it up over his chest and folded it
again. "There now, that's much better. From now on when you get out of
the bath, you just remember to cover up."
Frankie bit his lip as he realized she had wrapped the towel around him
just as a girl would have done. And he was speechless when she handed him
the lotion to smooth over his freshly shaved legs. It was, she explained,
something he would do ever time to prevent his skin from flaking and
chafing after he shaved. He silently sat on the small low-backed chair as
she watched him massaging his legs with the lotion. "That's good honey,
make your legs nice and smooth and soft. They'll feel just wonderful this
way when you put on your stockings. Now let's get you in a clean pair of
pretty panties."
Lisa led the way back to her bedroom and Frankie followed sheepishly
behind. He realized she had made it a point to mention clean panties, and
he blushed furiously at the thought she knew he had shot a load of his
cum in the pair he had carelessly tossed on the bathroom floor.
"Now darling, here we have these delicious panties that dear Ms. Paine
helped you find,' Lisa said with a smirk. "I must say you have wonderful
taste in intimates dear. These are just so very girly, no wonder you just
had to have them." Lisa held the panties up by the waistband as she
smiled down at him. "Oh, but here I am going on and on about these
panties, and you're standing there half naked in just a towel. Well,
sweetie, you just take off that towel and put on your new panties."
Frankie curled his arms around his chest. He knew full well, of course,
when they left the department store that she meant to dress him the in
panties and bras she bought. But now that fact was literally right in his
face and he squirmed abjectly in front of her.
"Mother, I'll just take them to my room and get dressed, ok?" he asked
plaintively.
"Oh sweetie, you don't have to be so modest. It's not like I haven't seen
you naked before you know. Besides, you've been sneaking around behind my
back putting on panties. So it's about time for you to stop being a
sneak. Here. Put them on. Now."
Frankie heard that unmistakable tone in her voice that meant she would
brook no nonsense and he reached for the panties with trembling hands.
The silky fabric glided over his fingertips and into his palms. His mouth
was dry and he swallowed hard as he opened the waistband, bent over and
slipped first one foot, and then the next into the leg openings and
quickly pulled the panties up his legs, up under the towel he was wearing
and settled them on his waist. He straightened up and saw her frowning
down at him.
"You could have taken the towel off first you know," Lisa said with mock
exasperation.
"I ... I ... just can't stand here wearing panties, mother. I mean, I
can't be wearing just panties. Like this ..." his voice trailed off and
he felt his cheeks redden.
Lisa sighed. "Well, you're right of course. You shouldn't be going about
just in a pair of panties. But, unless you have forgotten, you bought
yourself lots of bras to go with your panties. And sweetie," Lisa said as
she turned to pick-up another piece of lingerie from the clothes she had
put out, "this is the matching bra for those panties." She stepped
towards him, reached out and gently tugged the towel away, even as she
handed him the bra.
Frankie shivered not from the cool air on his now naked chest, but from
the realization that he was standing in front of her in a pair of white,
lace covered panties and holding a bra that he was unfastening. He had
done this so many times before and enjoyed the feeling of wearing panties
and putting on bra. Now he fastened the lace covered bra over his torso,
and with a practiced motion spun it around so the bra cups were over his
chest and quickly and easily slipped his arms through the straps.
"Well, darling," Lisa said as she tried to hide a smile, "I can see that
you've worn a bra before. But let's just make a few adjustments and,
let's just say, a few additions." With that Lisa retrieved a small box
from among the clothes on her bed and took from it two inserts. She
slipped one into each cup of the lace covered bra he was wearing as he
stood in pained silence. Then she settled the cups on his chest and
adjusted the straps on the bra. She stepped back and nodded in
satisfaction.
"Turn around Frankie," she commanded. He did and when his back was
turned, she stepped forward to toy with the ribbons on the lavender bow,
a bow that trailed down over the rows of lace at the waist and fluttered
just above the curve of his behind. "Now walk around for me. Oh, do stand
up straight dear. Pull your shoulders back. You want to accentuate your
profile. I do hate it when a girl slouches. Smile darling. Isn't this
just what you wanted. Pretty panties and a matching bra too. Turn around
and bend over just a little. Show me that tushie in your pretty panties.
She was elated. "Ohhhh darling, you are such a sweet sissy. These panties
are just so cute on you. Come, have a look." With that she pulled him
towards the mirror over the dresser and stood beside him grinning in
triumph.
Frankie stood with his head hung not daring to look in the mirror. Lisa
reached out and lifted his chin. Then the two of them looked at the
reflection of a long-haired boy wearing an utterly feminine bra and
matching panties. A small sob caught in Frankie's throat and Lisa curled
an arm around his shoulders.
"Now honey, you just wait. We're going to style your hair, polish your
nails, put on some make-up and you'll just be the prettiest girl ever.
And won't that be wonderful? You won't have to sneak around behind my
back anymore to be a lovely girl. You don't want to be a sneak do you
dear?" Lisa stared into the mirror fixing her gaze on his eyes. "You
don't want to sneak around, do you?"
Frankie hung his head sorrowfully and quietly said, 'No.'
Ohhh, that's so much better. You can just wear the prettiest clothes
whenever you want then and you won't have to sneak around to do it. Yes,
darling, whenever you want ... or better yet, whenever I want," Lisa
intoned.
Frankie turned to look at her and gaped in amazement.
"Now, we need to take of some hand-washing darling. Then we'll shampoo
your hair and get it all ready for a very girly, very pretty look." With
that Lisa took Frankie by the hand and led him to the bathroom. Within
minutes she had him gently washing the panties he had soaked with his
cum. He washed them gently in the sink and rolled them up it a towel
before spreading them out to dry.
"Well sweetie, I'll expect you to do all the hand-washing from now on.
You did it so well. That means nylon stockings, panties, bras, all the
pretty lingerie I know you love to wear. All the pretty things I love to
wear." Frankie shuddered at the thought of washing not only is own
lingerie but also all of his mother's things and he realized that he
would also be washing his sister's Lindsey's intimates. He blushed deeply
and suddenly realized his cock was stirring again in his pretty panties.
He was grateful to hide his growing erection as his mother had him bend
over the now empty sink. She attentively supervised as he washed his long
hair and then rinsed and treated it with conditioner. She draped a towel
around his shoulders as he finished and neatly wrapped it around his wet
hair before seating him once more at the vanity.
"Now, let's give you a lovely hairdo to go along with all the lovely
things you're wearing," Lisa smiled at him as she set-up a row of curlers
on the counter. "One of these day we're going to have to get you over to
the salon for some proper styling, but I think I can manage for now."
"Oh, mother, can't I just dry it now and comb it out. I don't think I
need to have a hairdo, really," Frankie said with a catch in his voice.
"Oh, so you think you can just put on a pair of panties and a skirt and
be a pretty girl do you?" Lisa snapped. "It takes some effort to look
nice and it's about time that you learned that being feminine is more
than just wearing women's clothes. Now, I don't want to hear another word
out of you while I set your hair." And with that she began to comb out
and roll up his hair in curlers, setting each with roller gel. She had
rolled several curlers when suddenly she stepped back and put her hands
on her hips.
"Well, isn't this a fine thing. Here I am getting you all dolled up and
you're just sitting there letting me wait on you hand and foot," Lisa
said with feigned petulance. "Now I am going to show you how to put up
your hair in curlers. You had better watch carefully. When I'm done with
one side, you are going to set the other."
Frankie stared at her open-mouthed but soon he was awkwardly combing out
his hair and rolling it. Lisa stepped in from time to time but by the end
of a half-hour he was doing it with no help at all. Lisa used the time to
set-up a bonnet style hair dryer. Lisa smiled in satisfaction as Frankie
sat there with his head covered in hair curlers wearing just his lace bra
and frilly panties and realized that no one would mistake him for a boy
now. In a moment she had stretched the elastic band on the flowered
bonnet over his forehead and pulled it down to the nape of his neck. Soon
the bonnet was filled and large with warm air that would set the curls in
his hair.
Lisa wasted no time with the nearly immobile young man. She took out her
manicure kit and began to shape his nails. "You'll need to let them get a
little longer dear, so that we can give them a nice shape. Not too long,
but long enough to get a bit of an oval." Then she opened a bottle of
nail polish and began to apply a coat of bright pink polish to the
fingernails of his right hand. "Now watch how I do this. It's easy. From
back to front, nice ... even ... strokes. You let those nails dry and
then you can do the rest yourself."
Frankie glanced in the mirror and choked back a gasp. He could see the
lace bra in the mirror and the large flowered hair bonnet on his head
reminded him of the times his sister had sat like this, in this very
spot. And now he would have to polish his fingernails.
Lisa leaned down and nodded her approval as he started to apply the nail
polish. "It will take a while for your hair to dry honey. So we'll have
plenty of time to polish your toenails, too. Won't that be nice. I'll
even loan you a pair of my open toe heels to show them off."
Lisa chortled as she sailed out of the room with a light heart. He was,
she thought, going to be just the cutest thing. Her little dress-up doll.
And this, she decided, was just the beginning.
To be continued
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