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Frankie looked at the clothes his mother had laid out for him and shook
his head slowly, not in disbelief, but in resignation. It had all
happened so quickly. He realized there would be terrible consequences
when she had caught him. He had been home alone and he thought he had
plenty of time to dress in a skirt and heels, to slip on a pair of pretty
panties, too. It had been so easy and he had done it so many other times.
He loved how he felt when he dressed in his sister's and his mother's
clothes and how his cock swelled to fill the panties he wore. He adored
the sound of his high heels as he clicked down the short hallway to the
full-length mirror. And he was entranced by the feminine image he saw in
that mirror, too.
And then she came home early, far too early, and she found him standing
there dressed in his sister's skirt and sweater. She found him wearing
high heels, stockings and a bra and panties. And then she had forced him
to go shopping to pick out his own bras and panties. She told the sales
woman in the store that he was wearing panties, too. Then she dressed him
in one of his new bra and panty sets and she watched him as he put on a
garter-belt and stockings. Frankie shuddered as he remembered what
happened next. He didn't want to do it, she made him do it. And he knew
she enjoyed watching him walk down the hallway in his bra and panties, in
a garter belt with stockings and high heels to stand in front of that
same mirror. Then she made him stand there and take a long hard look at
the image in the mirror.
He had spent the rest of the day dressed from head to toe, wearing the
same pleated skirt and sweater he was wearing the day his mother caught
him dressing. A day in skirt and heels, with his shoulder length hair
curled and set, with his nails polished and wearing make-up, too. And
dressed under his mother's watchful eye the whole time. A week had gone
by since then and he had been forced to wear panties every day under his
own clothes and put on the matching bra as soon as he got home. A week,
he thought, just three more weeks and then his punishment would end. Only
three more weeks of wearing the clothes his mother put out for him and
then it would all be over. That was his punishment for sneaking behind
her back to dress up: a month of wearing whatever she wanted him to wear.
Frankie sighed and picked up the deep pink panties and matching bra and
then made his way to the bathroom. He drew a bath and dutifully added the
bath crystals as he was told, and just as dutifully shaved his long legs.
He patted himself dry and shuddered as he picked up his panties and
slipped them on. He couldn't help but gaze at them in the bathroom
mirror; deep pink almost red panties with a scallop of lace around the
waist, a high cut pair that made his legs look even longer he thought. He
sighed as he quickly slipped on the matching bra and from frequent
practice now easily clipped it fastened behind him. He just as easily
slipped the pads into each bra cup and stepped back from the mirror to
check his now B-cup profile. Had anyone been watching they would have
seen a small smile creep across his face.
Frankie returned to his room and sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up
the pair of sheer knee high nylons and carefully rolled first one and
then the other over his painted toes, past his ankles and up his thighs,
smoothing them gently over his freshly shaved legs. He put on the blue
jeans he found on the bed next and struggled to pull the tight pants up
and around his waist. This will never do, he thought to himself, I'll
just have to tell mother they don't fit. With that he went to his closet
and picked out a pair of his own blue jeans and slipped them on easily.
He quickly dressed in the red-checked long sleeve men's shirt that had
been put out for him. He had worn it only a few times before but it was
soft cotton and comfortable. He wore it outside his pants. He had
discovered earlier in the week that wearing his shirts loosely, or
putting on an oversized sweatshirt helped to disguise the fact that he
was wearing a bra. You would never know, he congratulated himself, that
he was wearing a bra and panties under his everyday clothes.
He had no such illusions about the shoes set neatly on the floor beside
the bed. The open toe slide sandal with the high heel was utterly
feminine and there was no disguising that fact. Frankie lowered himself
to the edge of the bed and slipped one stocking-clad foot into the first
heel and then put on the other shoe. He stood and felt just enough of a
pinch across his instep to keep the heels snugly on his feet even as his
heels rose and fell gently at the back of the shoes. His stared down at
his brightly painted nails peeking out from the open toe and sighed
again.
Dressed finally, he walked back to the bathroom, heels clicking on the
wooden floor. He seated himself on the small stool at the vanity and
picked up the bottle of pink nail polish. Gingerly he painted his
fingernails. It came as no surprise to him that his mother had left the
polish out for him. It was the same polish she had painted on his
toenails the night before.
He was sitting at the vanity, waiting for his nails to dry when he heard
his mother come home.
"Frankie, dear," her voice called. "I'm home. Did you find all the things
I put out for you?"
"Oh you're home early. Yes, mother, I'm all dressed. I'm in the bathroom
doing my nails."
"Oh good," she exclaimed and Frankie heard her coming down the hallway.
"Come into my room and let's get a look at you."
Frankie rose and walked into his mother's bedroom as she was taking off
her high heels and slipping out of the neatly tailored jacket she wore.
"Oh," she gushed. "I just love those heels on you honey. Especially with
your pedicure showing. It's just so very girly. How many boys get to wear
heels and show off their pretty little toes? It's so much fun getting you
all dressed up."
Lisa stood up and looked him over from head to toe. She smiled and began
to unbutton his shirt from the bottom.
"Now, don't think I haven't noticed you wearing those big sloppy
sweatshirts this week and keeping your shirt tails out. You know it
doesn't do a thing to enhance your chest." Lisa twisted the ends of the
shirt front in her hands and then tied the loose ends in a knot just
under his bra. The look showed off his slim waist and made his padded-out
breasts more prominent.
"Now don't slouch. Stand up straight," she commanded. She turned him
towards the mirror over her dresser. "See how much better that is? Girls
your age want to show off what they have up top," she added as she rolled
up the long sleeves.
"What in the world," she exclaimed. "These aren't the jeans I put out for
you. Why aren't you wearing the clothes I put out for you?" she asked
crossly.
Frankie cringed at the rise in her voice. "I... I ... tried them on...
they, they don't fit, Mother."
"Nonsense, I know exactly what sizes you wear. Ms. Paine, that lovely
woman who helped you pick out your bras and panties, took your
measurements. Those pants will fit you. Now go get them and bring them
here."
Frankie did as he was told and scurried off, returning just moments
later.
"I tried to put them on mother, really I did. They're just too tight."
"They're supposed to be tight," Lisa snapped as she snatched the jeans
out of his outstretched hands. "Take off those pants right now."
Frankie quickly slipped out of the high heels he was wearing and took off
his pants.
"Well, at least you have on the right panties, I see. Here, put on these
jeans."
Frankie took the pants and stepped into them, gamely pulling them up
towards his waist only to have them hang obstinately just below his hips.
With an exasperated sigh Lisa reached out and peeled down the waistband
of the pants below his hips and slipped her hand inside his panties.
Frankie gasped in astonishment. She grasped hold of his limp dick and
forced it back between his legs, tugged up his panties and quickly pulled
the jeans in place. With sure hands she tugged the waistband closed,
fastened the single button there and closed up the zipper. Then she eased
behind him and with one more tug, pulled the waistband up to hide the top
of the panties he was wearing.
"There, you see, they fit perfectly. Next time I expect you to do that
when you put on a pair of skinny jeans. All the girls love them. They're
modelling them in the magazines all the time. And they lift your butt
cheeks so that you can show off that girly behind. Now, put on your heels
and go get the belt I put out."
Frankie spun on his high heels and quickly left the room. The jeans were
tight and uncomfortable and he consoled himself with the thought that
they might loosen a bit as he wore them. He returned with the thin red
belt in his hands.
"Go ahead and put it on," Lisa commanded. Frankie quickly complied, only
to be brought up short. "No, not that way," Lisa snapped. "That's how you
put on a boy's belt. This is girl's belt. It goes the other way."
Frankie nodded and silently re-threaded the belt through the loops on his
skinny jeans. Lisa nodded approvingly. "Perfect. Just the right bit of
color and that belt helps to accentuate your hips." With a waist-cincher
around his already small waist, she told herself, he would be even more
shapely.
"You look just darling. You see, mother knows you can be such a cute girl
with the right clothes. I'm so glad you like to dress up. Aren't you glad
we got this all out in the open so you don't have to sneak around?"
Frankie nodded.
"You go and set the table for dinner. I picked up carry-out from that
lovely Thai restaurant. I'm going to take a bath and we can eat when I'm
finished."
Frankie left the room and stole a glance at himself in the full-length
mirror at the end of the hall. With his midriff exposed, the top of the
jeans just below his waist and the knotted shirt drawn tightly across his
padded chest, he did have a very girlish figure.
Frankie busied himself in the kitchen and wondered why his mother had
decided on a carry-out meal for dinner. It was odd too, he thought, for
her to want to bathe at this time of the day. It was Friday night, the
weekend was ahead of him and Frankie found himself wondering what was in
store. He didn't have long to wait.
After dinner, and after Frankie had cleared the table, washed the dishes
and put them away, he heard his mother call out. He walked down the hall
to her room and found her dressed in a black lace bra with matching
panties and garter belt and seamed black stockings. She held a sleeveless
black faux leather dress in her hands.
"Honey, this dress is a little snug," she said with a wink. "You'll have
to zip me up." With that she slipped into the dress, tugged it up to
settle it in a way that showed off her ample cleavage and turned to him.
Frankie quickly found the zipper and as Lisa arched her back slightly, he
closed it. Lisa smiled at him, slipped on a matching bolero jacket and
lowered herself to the edge of her bed to slip on a pair with black
leather stiletto heels with a wide ankle strap.
She stood, looked at herself in the mirror over her dresser and turned to
him.
"Well," she demanded, "How do I look?"
Frankie was startled by the question and just as startled by the way she
looked. Strong. Confident. Dominant.
"Um, well, you look very nice," he volunteered.
"Nice. Just nice?" she asked. "I was trying for sexy."
"Well, you do look sexy," Frankie said quickly and then he blushed
furiously. "I mean, well . . . are you going out this evening mother?"
Lisa feigned surprise. "Oh honey, didn't I tell you? We're having company
this evening."
"Come, come, company ?"
"Yes darling, didn't I tell you? Oh maybe it just slipped my mind. You
remember Miss Paine, that lovely lady from Steins -- the one who helped
you pick out all your pretty undies--she was so sweet to do that--well I've
invited her over for the evening."
Frankie panicked. "Here? She's coming here?"
"Well yes, of course you silly thing. I said we were having company. So I
will expect you of course to be a model of good behavior and act like a
lady."
"But, but ..." Frankie retreated to the door of the bedroom.
"But what dear?" Lisa asked over her shoulder as she put on earrings.
"But mother, we can't have company. Look how I'm dressed."
"Dressed in a woman's skinny jeans and high heels," Lisa said as a matter
of fact. "What's wrong with dressing like that."
"But I'm a boy dressed in girl's clothes."
"Well," Lisa said agreeably, "You do have a boy's shirt on. But
underneath it you have on a bra and you're wearing matching panties too.
Besides you don't have any blouses of your own, do you?"
"No but, that's not the point. I can't let her see me like this," he
wailed, "I look like a boy wearing girl's clothes."
Lisa shook her head. "Well, I suppose you're right. We can't have you
looking like a boy in girl's clothes."
Frankie sighed in relief before a look of consternation crossed his face.
"Here honey, I think you need to put on a little lipstick at least." She
reached out and handed him the tube. "Now don't dawdle honey. You know
how to put on your own lipstick. I'm sure I don't have to do it for you
do I?"
"Oh, but mother, I didn't mean just lipstick . . ."
"Well of course, you're right. You should put on a little blusher and
some mascara too. Here, let me help you. Lisa reached into the open purse
on her dresser and retrieved a small make-up bag. She motioned for him to
come to her and used a soft brush to add a little blush to his
cheekbones. "Now," she commanded. "Open your eyes wide and tilt you head
back a little -- that's it." She smiled as she coated his lashes with
mascara. Then she stepped back to look him over.
"I think you need to wear some earrings too. Let's see . . ." Lisa opened
a drawer in her dresser and took out a pair of small gold hoops with a
round clip-on stud. She brushed back his long hair from one side of his
face and held up the earring. "These will work I think, but we'll have to
do something about your hair."
"Oh please, mother ..."
Lisa cut him off. "Oh you might look a little boyish, but if we do
something with your hair . . . and if you'll just put on some lipstick .
. . you'll look so much more feminine sweetheart. Now go ahead and put on
your lipstick and I'll fix your hair."
Frankie hesitated but bent to her will as Lisa stared down at him. He
uncapped the lipstick and gingerly touched his lips.
"Now that's so very feminine honey but we haven't all day. I am waiting
to see you put on your lipstick. So do it now. You put it on easily
enough when I caught you sneaking around."
Frankie blushed at the memory and then opened his mouth and quickly
applied the deep rose pink lipstick before turning to face his mother.
"Much better. Now come with me and we'll do something about your hair.
It's too late to put it up in curlers, but I have another style in mind.
And, we better put a little gloss on your lips too honey."
Lisa lead the way down the hall to the bathroom and silently pointed to
the small bench at the vanity there. Frankie bent slightly at the knees
then eased down on the seat and then swung his legs to center himself on
the bench.
Lisa patted him on the arm. Then she began to comb out his hair. "You did
that so very gracefully honey. Just remember to sit down like that every
time. Keep your knees together and just ease down gently." She worked
quickly and soon had gathered his shoulder length hair tightly behind his
head and secured it with a scrunchie in a high pony tail. With quick
strokes from a comb she soon had the pony tail teased out and secured it
with along red ribbon she tied in a loopy bow.
She put on his earrings and then applied a bit of gloss to his quivering
lips.
"Now. Stand up and let's have a look at you," she said. Frankie rose to
his feet and turned to face her. "Go ahead and look at yourself in the
mirror. Do you still think you look like a boy? Because I see a girl with
a ribbon in her hair, earrings, lipstick, with a shirt tied up under her
chest, nice tight jeans that show off her cute little ass, and high
heels."
Frankie knew she was right. He did look like a girl. There was no
mistaking how he appeared for there was only a trace of his male
appearance left. Lisa snatched up a purse-size perfumer and dabbed the
scent on the nape of his neck and behind his ears. Lisa smiled broadly
and slipped and arm around his waist as he stared in the mirror.
"And don't you worry my sweet little sissy, mommy's going to see to it
that you become just so feminine no would ever dream you were once a boy.
I just love getting you all dressed up and I know, deep down you love it
too!" She gave him an affectionate squeeze and kissed him lightly on the
check.
A soft chime sounded.
"Oh, that would be Valerie," Lisa exclaimed. "So soon," she added in
feigned surprise. "And I haven't finished my make-up. Frankie, be a
darling and go greet our guest."
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