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Frankie's heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he could not
even hear the sharp clicks of his 2-inch heels on the floor as he made
his way to the front door. He moved woodenly, always mindful that he was
wearing heels, a pair of hipping hugging jeans, panties and a bra, and
that he had on lipstick and mascara.
With a deep breath, he steeled himself and opened the door.
The woman in the doorway smiled broadly and stepped forward pushing a
garment bag and a shopping bag into Frankie's hands.
"Frankie, you look just darling," Valerie Paine exclaimed. "Such a pretty
boy in your girly clothes." Frankie blushed furiously and she felt again
the thrill of humiliating him. "Here. Now find a place to hang that
garment bag honey -- oh don't let it get wrinkled, don't drag it on the
floor. And take this shopping bag too. It's for you." With that she
leaned over to give him a peck on the check.
"Hello, Ms. Paine, well... well... please won't you come in," he
stammered. "My mother will be with us shortly." He turned and quickly
hung the garment bag in a space in the closet by the front door and
carried the distinctive Steins department store bag with him as he nodded
towards the living room.
Valerie stepped past him and Frankie trailed behind her. The high heels
of her open toed pumps rang out on the floor as she walked. She was
wearing a black leather pencil skirt with a wide belt and had paired it
with a off white, stretch lace, ring neck top that dipped low enough to
reveal two lovely breasts and tight cleavage. Unlike the last time he saw
her, her hair was not done up in a tight French twist, instead her
flowing blonde locks fell to below her shoulders. She took a few steps
and turned towards him so quickly that he nearly bumped into her.
"So tell me," she said as she leaned close to his face, "are you wearing
panties tonight? Hmmm? Pretty panties?" She leaned back, put her hands on
his hips and looked him over. "Ohh, probably not with those nice tight
jeans. You are wearing panties, though aren't you."
Frankie nodded. "Yes, yes I am," he said and felt the heat of
embarrassment rise in his cheeks.
"Turn around."
Frankie complied and Valerie took one more step back to appraise him with
a professional eye.
"Well, I don't see any panty lines. And no waist band sticking out of
your jeans. So, I would say you're wearing a pair of high cut hip hugger
panties. You made a good choice to wear those kind of panties with those
jeans," she replied as she stepped beside him, but not before running a
hand across his behind and giving it a little squeeze.
Frankie was completely flustered. "Moth, moth... mother put them out for
me. They, um, match my bra."
Valerie broke into a broad smile. "You are such a lucky boy to be able to
wear panties with a matching bra... "
"Oh good, I see you two are getting reacquainted," Lisa said as she
strode into the room. The two women slipped into a hug and exchanged
small kisses on the cheeks. "It's so good of you to come visit."
Valerie returned a conspiratorial smile and lifted one eyebrow. "Well,
Frankie was telling me all about his panties. Just like he did the first
time we met."
Lisa laughed gently. "Oh yes, I remember. How could I forget? But you
shouldn't be surprised, Frankie wears panties every day now, don't you
dear?" The two women turned to look at him and he nodded silently and
blushed furiously.
"I asked you a question dear, and I expect you to answer," Lisa said as
she stared hard at him.
"Yes, yes, mother," he replied.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I, well, I... I wear panties every day." Lisa and Valerie exchanged
smiling glances.
"But, I have been a terrible hostess," Lisa said. "Please do sit down and
may I offer you a drink... a glass of wine perhaps?"
Valerie reached out to pat Lisa on the arm. "Oh, you're not terrible at
all. And, yes, I would love a glass of wine."
Lisa turned to Frankie. "Sweetie, there's a bottle of wine chilling in
the refrigerator. You know where the wine cooler is. Open the bottle and
bring the chiller and two glasses in here."
Frankie hurried out of the room and the two women watched him leave.
Valerie admired the way the tight jeans cupped the cheeks of his behind
and how the low cut accented his hips.
"Lisa, he's so delightful. But really, you just have to tell me, how in
the world did all this happen?"
The two women sank down beside one another in the sofa. "Well, my
daughter Lindsey and I have had our suspicions for some time. We both had
noticed some of our clothes out of order -- oh going on three years now."
"Three years," Valerie exclaimed. "That long?"
"Well, if truth be told he always had a fondness for dressing up. Oh, I
can tell you stories... But it all came to a head more than two weeks
ago. Just before we went to Steins to buy his bras and panties. I came
home and what do you suppose..."
"He was wearing his sister's panties... " Valerie said with conviction.
"Oh honey, if that was all," Lisa laughed. "I came home from work early
and found my darling boy wearing high heels, stockings, a skirt and a
sweater -- not to mention a bra and panties."
"Really?"
"Really. And he was just putting on lipstick when I walked in on him."
"You must have been furious."
"Not at all, he looked adorable and it only confirmed our suspicions..."
"You mean the suspicions that you and Lindsey had about him getting into
your things, about trying on your clothes?"
Lisa nodded. "And I decided right then and there that his days of
sneaking around behind my back were over. I must say, too, that I do so
enjoy seeing him dressed."
"Well I can see why. He is such a pretty boy," Valerie said as she
nodded. And, she thought, how delightful to be in control of dressing
him.
"Of course, as they say, like father like son," Lisa said with a glint in
her eye.
Valerie gasped, "You mean, your husband..."
"My late husband," Lisa said as she nodded, "my step-son favors him in so
many ways. And quite obviously not just in appearance. Seems they both
share this delightful trait of being inclined to the submissive role. And
of getting so excited, if you know what I mean, when he can explore his
more feminine sides. Of course, Frankie will need some time to adjust
to it."
Frankie returned to the living room just then carrying the wine and two
glasses. Valerie found herself nodding in approval as Frankie bent at the
knees to place the chiller and the glasses on the coffee table. That's
not something a man does naturally, Valerie thought to herself,
obviously, this darling boy has been trained to do that.
Valerie flushed with pleasure at the thought. And she found herself
smiling at the delightful idea of training him to act more girly and not
merely as dress as a girl. She found herself wondering just how far he
could be pushed.
"Sweetheart," Lisa cooed at Frankie. "Be a dear and go to the kitchen and
fix us a cheese plate. Just little something to nibble on while we drink
this wine. Oh, and add some of those little crackers --they're in the
cupboard." Frankie smiled and nodded and left the room
"So, you said you had your suspicions for a couple of years. Suspicions
that he liked to dress up?" Valerie asked with deepening interest.
"Oh yes," Lisa replied. "We both did, Lindsey and I. And you might say
that we had a trail of evidence." Lisa laughed and Valerie responded with
a knowing chuckle. "So a few years ago on Halloween we decided to put it
to a test."
"A test, how on earth..."
"Well, we decided to see how far we could get him to go with a Halloween
costume."
"A costume?"
"Well it was a bit more than that. You see we decided to determine just
how easily he would agree to being feminized -- you know --dressed from
head to toe and to do everything a girl would do to get ready to go out."
Valerie nodded. "So you picked out a dress for him to wear with a bra and
panties... "
"Oh, you don't know the half of it." Lisa chuckled. She explained that
she dressed Frankie in his sister's cheerleader outfit, that he sat still
and without protest as he had his nails polished and his hair put up in
curlers. That she had combed out and styled his hair and set it with
hair-spray. And that she had done his make-up, as well, with foundation,
powder, blush, eye make-up, lip-liner and lipstick. And that he agreed to
wear both a bra and panties.
"Oh you really did the works, didn't you?" Valerie chuckled. "Well, I
wish I could have seen that," she said with a sigh.
Lisa nodded. "And with just a little resistance for show, I might add...
Oh, here I have been just chattering away and I could have shown you
this... " With that Lisa rose and retrieved an album from a nearby
cabinet. She returned to her seat and quickly turned to the photos she
wanted. "Here's a picture of Frankie all ready to go." Lisa pointed to
what looked for all the world like a teen-aged cheerleader.
"I can't believe it," Valerie gushed. "If you hadn't told me, I would
never have guessed that was your son. He looks so, so, well, girly and
very pretty too." Lisa smiled and nodded and shared other pictures.
Frankie was busy in the kitchen while the two women chatted. He heard
only snippets of the conversation from the other room and still he was
chagrined by what he heard. He finished making up the plate and
determined that he would walk back into the living room as if nothing at
all was out of the ordinary, as if he wasn't a young man boy wearing high
heels, panties and a bra.
Frankie came into the room bearing a small tray and bent at the knees
again to put two small plates down on the coffee table. He smiled warmly
and looked at his mother.
"Will you want anything else mother?" he asked quietly. "If not, I'll
just leave you two to chat..."
"Darling," his mother cried. "Oh do sit down here with Valerie and tell
her all about your Halloween costume. The time you dressed up as a
cheerleader. I've been showing her some of the pictures we took. Wasn't
that fun?" Lisa stood up and pointed to her place on couch. "You just sit
down and tell her all about it, honey. I'll need to excuse myself for a
few moments."
Frankie blushed again and felt weak in the knees. He sank into the place
on the couch and looked plaintively at his mother and then at Valerie
Paine. Valerie smiled broadly at him and patted his thigh.
"Oh honey," she cooed. "I want to hear all about your dressing up. I'll
bet you had so much fun. It must have been like a dream come true for
you." She leaned close to him and put her hand on his thigh.
Frankie swallowed and stared at the album in Valerie's lap.
"What's going on here in this picture? Is that your sister?" Valerie
pointed to a picture where Lindsey was mugging for the camera as she
raised Frankie's skirt.
"Umm, well, you see... yes that's Lindsey. She was, well she wanted to
see if I was wearing the panties that went with that outfit."
Valerie purred at the thought of him in panties. "And were you?"
Frankie felt the heat rise in his checks as he nodded.
"I love what you've done with your hair in this picture. Did you style it
yourself?"
"No, no, I... well... you see... my mother put my hair up in curlers and
she set my hair... it was just for Halloween..."
"Really?" Lisa asked with mock surprise. "You had your hair done up in
curlers?"
Frankie nodded. "Yes, well you see, she tried a couple of hairstyles on
me, and well then Lindsey said..."
"I'll bet Lindsey said you needed to have your hair done very nicely,
didn't she?" Valerie said with a smirk. "What a wonderful sister you have
honey. And then mother put your hair up in curlers, isn't that right?"
Frankie nodded.
"Oh and while you hair was all up in curlers, did she do your make-up?"
"Yes, yes she did... it was for my costume, it was for Halloween..."
Valerie couldn't wait for him to finish his explanation. "I go to this
fabulous salon; I could set up an appointment for you anytime. Ohh,
wouldn't that be lovely. Have your hair done, maybe get a manicure and a
pedicure... and have a make-over."
"Well, I don't know about that, I mean, well, I'd have to ask my mother.
And besides, this was just a Halloween costume... just for Halloween."
Valerie was thrilled with his obvious discomfort. "Oh, but you're all
dressed up now just like a girl. You're wearing panties and a bra, and
heels and make-up, too. Aren't you sweetie? And it's not even Halloween
this isn't a costume is it..."
"Well, well, I can explain," Frankie said urgently. "I'm, I'm, well, my
mother said this was part of my, my punishment."
Valerie feigned surprise. "Oh, sweetheart, I can't imagine anything you
would do that your mother would punish you." She slipped her arm around
his bare waist and gave him a little squeeze. "Why in the world are you
being punished? You're such a sweetie, I can't imagine why mother would
punish her sweet little sissy."
Frankie was near tears now and he remembered all the shame of being
caught and his explanation came out half choked with gasps. "Well, you
see, well, I was dressing... dressing up... when I was alone... and
mother saw me... oh but she wasn't supposed to know... and she saw me in
her clothes... Lindsey's clothes too..."
"Oh my," Valerie said with feigned concern in her voice as she stroked
his cheek. Then her voice hardened. "So you were a little sneak, weren't
you?"
Frankie nodded dumbly.
"And for that you are being punished?"
He nodded again and looked up at her with pleading eyes and then looked
down. She reached out and took him by the chin turning his face to meet
her now steely glare.
"So you are being punished for sneaking around and for not telling mother
you want to get all dressed up like a pretty girl..." Frankie stared at
her. "Well I'd say your sneaking about and your days of lies are over
sweetie." Valerie leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. Mommy
knows all about her precious little sissy, and all about wet panties, and
now so do I."
Frankie leaned back from her with a started gasp just as Lisa returned to
the room.
"Oh you two, have you been sharing secrets?" Lisa laughed.
"Not so secret anymore," Valerie said with delight. "This little sissy
can't hide anymore. And besides, he's such a pretty thing. No wonder you
enjoy dressing him up so much! He is a very, very, pretty sissy boy."
Frankie tried to shrink into the couch where he was sitting, Lisa smiled,
and Valerie merely laughed at his discomfort.
Lisa retrieved the Stein's shopping bag from its place on the floor
handed it to Frankie and settled beside him on the couch. With the two
women on either side of him, Frankie shivered anxiously. His mind reeled
at the fact that now two women knew about his secret, knew that he loved
to dress-up, and about the excitement he could never contain when he wore
women's pretty lingerie, dresses, skirts, blouses... Still he was
surprised when Valerie reached into the bag and pulled out a box she then
placed in his lap.
Go ahead sweetie," Valerie said as her own excitement mounted. "I know
you're going to love it."
Frankie was as excited and pleased as anyone who receives an unexpected
gift. He turned to look at his mother who merely nodded and then
gingerly took the lid off the box and unfolded the tissue paper to reveal
the contents. He stared open-mouthed for a moment as Valerie leaned over.
After what seemed like an eternity, Valerie lifted the item from the box,
held it at arm's length and said excitedly, "Oh, Frankie, sweetie, it's a
pair of pretty panties for you." Valerie held up the panties by her
fingertips, stretching the waist band slightly to expose the deep
lavender, full cut panties edged in lavender ribbons and layers of black
lace.
"Darling," Lisa said as the color drained from Frankie's face. "These are
those pretty panties you picked out when we went shopping at Steins.
These were your favorites, weren't they? Oh and look honey," Lisa
exclaimed as she dipped into the open box, "here's the matching bar and
garter belt, too."
Valerie moved the open box off his lap and spread the panties out in its
place. "They're so popular with the girls, that they were actually back-
ordered in his size, can you believe it. As soon as the shipment came in
I made sure to put his pair aside."
"That was so sweet of you dear," Lisa said. "Frankie, stand up and let's
see. Just hold them up in front of you so I can get a good look..."
"Oh, but that's no way to see how nice they really look," Valerie
interjected, "he has to put them on. He really should model his panties
for us."
Frankie nearly swooned at the thought and would have fallen back on the
couch had not Valerie, at that moment, decided to stand up and slip an
arm around his waist. "Do you want some help getting undressed and
slipping into your new panties honey?" she asked. "You know at the store
I help fit girls in their lingerie. I'll just bet you'd love it." Frankie
stared at her in disbelief as he felt a new flush rise in his cheeks.
He shook his head, "No, I, well, thank you, but I'll put them on later...
I'll change in my room later..." his voice trailed off and he slipped out
of her loose embrace and circled around the coffee table to the center of
the room before a commanding voice brought him to a standstill.
"Don't you dare leave this room." Lisa snarled. "If you think for a
minute that you're going to sneak back to your room now, you have another
thought coming."
Frankie was brought to a standstill by his mother's sharp scolding. He
clutched the new panties in his hands and turned on his high heels to
face her.
"Oh, but mother," he said anxiously, "I wasn't going to sneak off.
Really, I wasn't. I... "
"Oh no," Lisa said as she stepped towards him. "Well then what were you
planning to do?" She snatched the sateen and lace panties out of his
hands. "Just tuck these away and then slip them on when you thought
nobody would see you?"
Frankie shook his head. "No, I just thought..."
"Well you have another thought to put in your head sweetheart. Ms. Paine
was kind enough to special order these panties for you and she went out
of her way to bring them to you. Then she offered to help you get fitted
in your new pretty panties. She does that as a professional you know.
That's what they pay her to do in the lingerie department."
Frankie hung his head and folded his arms across his bare midriff. "Well,
it's just that I'm already wearing panties, and a bra too... I'm already
dressed. "
Lisa scoffed. "Oh yes, you're all dressed up aren't you. Just because
you're wearing a bra and panties and a little make-up... well I don't
call that dressed up at all." Lisa turned to Valerie Paine.
"What do you think Valerie dear?" Lisa asked as the other woman walked
over to her.
Valerie had a devious smile. "Well, I wouldn't say dressed up exactly. He
is wearing a pair of girl's skinny jeans over a pair of panties and a
man's shirt over his bra. Oh, yes, and he's wearing a pair of heels. But
no, he's not dressed up, not really. Not as dressed up as if her were
wearing these adorable panties..." Valerie slipped the panties with
their forth of lace and ribbons out of Lisa's hands and held them in
front of Frankie, "and the bra, and the garter belt that goes with
them..."
Frankie quivered as he looked first at his mother and then at Valerie.
"Well, I think that settles, it, then," Lisa said with a cat-like smile
she turned on Frankie. "We're just going to have to get you all dressed
up in your new lingerie. Just as Ms. Paine suggested, you can model your
new intimate apparel for us."
Valerie beamed at Lisa. "Oh, yes Frankie you dear sweet thing, you can
model your panties for me. You wouldn't show me the panties you wore to
the store. Now you can. You can be a model in our own private lingerie
fashion show!"
Frankie was dumbstruck by the idea. Not a sound came from his open mouth
and he simply stared at the panties Valerie dangled before his eyes.
They wouldn't make him do it, he thought with mounting, anxiety. His mind
reeled at the thought of it. Oh, he thought as he stifled a sob, they
couldn't do this.
Lisa stepped forward and circled the now cringing young man's bare waist
with her arm. "Oh, I don't think that would be much of a show, Valerie.
I'll bet you don't think that would make for a very good lingerie fashion
show, either, do you Frankie?" Lisa asked she slipped away and turned to
look at him."
Frankie shook his head quickly, "No, no, of course not Mother..."
"Yes," Lisa said. "Wearing just one outfit isn't much of a show at all.
So, you're going to have model all your prettiest lingerie for the
show--and, darling, now you have three different ensembles to show us!"
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