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Lisa swept into the room just as Frankie was stepping back into his
panties and easing the white sateen garment with its three wide rows of
delicate lace and the lavender ribbon and bow up to his waist.
"Well," she said gaily, "it seems I got here just in time to make sure
Frankie uses this panty liner. She smiled and handed the liner to
Valerie.
"Oh Frankie, you were so anxious to put on your panties," Valerie said in
voice filled with ridicule, "that you forgot all about your panty liner.
Now we can't have you running around in wet panties now can we? So just
let's drop those panties darling and I'll help you with this liner."
Valerie stepped towards him and hooked her fingertips in the waist band
of the panties.
Frankie was mortified yet again. He had finally put panties back on to
hide his shame and now his flaccid cock was exposed again as Valerie
pulled his panties down to mid-thigh. She slowly tore open the panty
liner package and toyed with the liner briefly before slipping it between
Frankie's legs. As she did so she cupped his balls in one hand as she
used her other hand to smooth the liner into his panties. She pulled his
panties up again and snugged them against the adhesive strip on the
liner. She smoothed the front and back of his panties now with both
hands. And, just as she had intended, Frankie felt himself hardening
again.
"Now we want to make sure this liner doesn't slip, honey," she cooed, "So
we'll just make sure it's nice and centered just right." His cock began
to tent his panties as Valerie continued to torment him by rubbing her
hands back and forth. Then she adjusted his garter belt so that it
layered perfectly with the rows of lace on the panties. When she was
finished she stepped back to admire his lingerie.
"Oh," Lisa exclaimed, "it's just darling. I loved them when you showed
them to us in the store. I adored them on him. They're just so
feminine, so absolutely girly."
"I couldn't agree more," Valerie said as she toyed with the bow on the
front of Frankie's garter belt. "There's no better way to make a man
effeminate than to put him in a pair of panties... and a bra... and a
garter belt... and stockings. Oh, but you need to put your high heels
back on dear!"
Frankie cringed and yet he knew he was, in fact, being made more and more
effeminate. Every article of clothing they made him wear was making him
look and even act more like a girl. Part of him wanted to scream at them
to make them stop and yet part of him was utterly silent. He stooped
down in front of them to pick up the high heels his mother had put out
for him to wear -- her high heels -- and slumped down in the chair.
"Oh, and sweetie, put these on first," Lisa said as she handed him a pair
of socks. Frankie took the thin white ankle socks from her hands and
stared at them open-mouthed.
"Mother, you want me to put these on, put these on now?" he asked in
confusion. "Do you want me to take off my stockings?"
Valerie, at first, seemed as puzzled as Frankie and then a broad smile
creased her face. "Lace-trimmed ankle socks," she exclaimed to Lisa.
"Just darling and oh what a wonderful accessory for a sissy to wear."
Lisa nodded. "I just thought of it. You know my Lindsey was a slave to
just about every fad. A few years back all the girls were wearing lace-
trimmed ankle socks with -- can you imagine -- heels!"
"Oh yes," Valerie nodded in agreement. "I do remember. And they were
wearing these short plaid skirts, too. Very cute." She turned to
Frankie, "Would you like that Frankie? How would you like to wear a nice
short skirt? You could show off your pretty panties."
Frankie blushed furiously, Valerie chuckled and Lisa looked down at him
and said with a curt voice. "Put the ankle socks on. Put them on over
your stockings. Then put on the heels."
Moments later Frankie was standing before the two women, dressed in
lingerie and wearing high heels with ankle socks.
Valerie clapped her hands gleefully. "I love the look. That little girl
innocence with lace and bows and ribbons and a woman's lovely lingerie.
Oh, it's just too bad we don't have a little baby doll dress and nice
full petticoats. He would look just divinely, completely sissy."
"Well, that gives me an idea," Lisa said with a nod and a wink to
Valerie. "Mommy knows her darling adores playing dress up." She took
him by the chin, "Frankie just loves dressing up. That's why his mascara
has run. He's been crying tears of joy because he's so happy. Haven't
you dearest?" Lisa leaned forward and ran an approving hand across his
lace covered behind and kissed him on the cheek.
"Now Frankie, dear, I'm sure if you asked nicely, Ms. Paine would be
happy to help you fix your make-up while I gather up a few things for
your outfit," Lisa said with a calculating look. "Then you can be the
star in your very own fashion show. Won't that be fun?"
Frankie hung his head and ached with shame. He looked up and past the two
women into the dresser mirror to see himself in a lace covered bra that
matched the garter belt and panties he wore, a young man in truly lovely
lingerie, with a tear-stained face. He knew what he had to do. The
words came out softly in a voice not quite his own.
Frankie looked at his mother who returned a steely gaze that made him
lower his eyes. "Please, Ms. Paine," he said softly, "please, will you
help me with my make-up?"
Valerie broke into a broad smile as she stepped forward to play with the
lace on Frankie's panties. "Why, of course I will sweetie. I'd love to
help you. When I get through with you you're going to be just adorable."
She turned to Lisa. "You know, this is how I started out at Stein's --
doing make-up sales at the cosmetics counter. Most of the girls start
there. Oh, but you really have to bring him in some time for a make-
over. Then he can buy all his own make-up."
Lisa smiled in turn. "Why that would be wonderful, don't you think so
Frankie?" The young man stared at his mother in disbelief.
Valerie was thrilled with the idea of a new way to humiliate him and
especially in public, right in the store. "Well, that's something for you
to look forward to, Frankie," she exclaimed. "But for now, you're all
mine. So, let's get started on your make-up."
Frankie swallowed hard and bit his lip as he left the room with Valerie
following behind him and tossing the ribbons that trailed across his
panty-covered behind. She noticed with satisfaction that he was taking
small, mincing steps and putting one foot in front of the other as he
walked so that his hips swayed slightly. Then she watched him gently
lower himself in the vanity chair, keeping his knees together as he sat
demurely, and then easily swing his legs around. That, Valerie thought
to herself, was something no real man would do.
Frankie looked up at Valerie with a pained expression on his face as he
pointed to the drawers of the vanity. "There's make-up in all these
drawers," he said plaintively.
"Oh, and I'll bet you've been into these drawers before, too. Just like
you've been into the drawers full of your mother's and your sister's
clothes," Valerie said with an edge in her voice. Frankie flushed a hot
pink and nodded.
"Well," Valerie said as she snatched up a tissue and wiped off his
lipstick, "let's get started with some foundation and a little powder."
Frankie nodded meekly and opened a drawer and Valerie quickly found what
she needed. In a moment she was busy.
"You know darling," she said as a matter-of-fact as she applied concealer
and foundation, "You do have a lovely oval face and good structure. Nice
high cheekbones. You really should have been a girl with a face like
this. Oh, and that hair of yours..."
Frankie merely sighed as she continued. "Love what you've done with your
eyebrows. But I want to cover them and give you nice, high, arched
pencil brows." Valerie leaned forward and gave him an air kiss. "You'll
love how they make you look like a sissy." She stopped to turn his head
in her hands and then frowned.
"We need to do something super girly with your eyes. Are there any false
eyelashes in these drawers?" Without waiting for an answer, Valerie
began sliding open drawers and pulling out cosmetics until she chirped
with glee. "Oh, good. We have false eyelashes." She waved them in
front of Frankie's face.
"Turn around," she commanded. "Tip you head back." Frankie did as he
was told and Valerie began to work with practiced hands as she trimmed
the false eyelashes, applied glue, and then deftly applied the pair.
"Keep your eyes closed," she demanded. "Give them time to set. I'll
tell you when you can open your eyes, but do it gently." She continued to
apply make-up to his eyes and after a time, told him to open his eyes.
"Wonderful," she exclaimed. Frankie made a move to turn to face the
mirror, but Valerie caught his chin with a fingertip. "Don't you dare
sneak a peek. I know you're dying to see yourself you little prissy
sissy. But you'll see when I want you to see."
Valerie continued to apply his make-up and delighted in his further
emasculation. With eye-shadow, liner, blush and finally lipstick she was
thrilled as more and more traces of his masculinity were erased from his
face. "You really do have nice cheekbones," she said. "Oh, and you're
going to love how your eyes look now honey. So big and doe-eyed. You
really do look sweet. Maybe a bit too much blush, but it does give you
that surprised and embarrassed look I'm going for."
Frankie squirmed and could only wonder what she had done. His back was
to the mirror and he could only guess, but he knew she had made him over
and perfectly sissified him. The thought of it sent a shiver down his
back of both fear and anticipation and he fidgeted with anxiety.
Lisa came back and placed a pair of shears and a roll of white satin
ribbon on the vanity and draped a flimsy white garment on the low back of
the chair, She leaned towards Frankie and slid a hand down the small of
Valerie's back to the curve of her behind. "I... just... love...it," she
exclaimed. Valerie smiled.
"Well, we don't have a baby doll dress for him -- at least not yet," Lisa
said with a sigh. "but a few accessories will help with the look, and
especially if they are ribbons and bows. They're soooo sissy." Lisa
chuckled, Valerie laughed and Frankie flushed again with the realization
that he was powerless to stop any whim the two women might indulge.
"I think we have to do smothering with his hair," Lisa said as she
appraised her feminized son. "I was thinking of a nice big bow -- white
satin -- it's all I have --but I really wanted to use lavender to match
the bow and ribbon on his panties."
"Ohhh, yes," Valerie agreed as she removed the thin red ribbon from
Frankie's hair and began to comb out the teased ponytail. "I think a
comb out, a nice side part and a ribbon just below the part will do it."
Valerie continued to comb out Frankie's hair as Lisa deftly shaped a bow
from her spool of wide white satin ribbon. When they were done they
turned to one another and exchanged smugly satisfied smiles.
"Much better," Valerie said. "Oh, yes. And so very sissy, too," Lisa
agreed.
"Now Frankie, stand up and put this on, darling," Lisa said as she
slipped the short waisted white bed jacket from off the back of the
chair. The filmy jacket had sheer three-quarter sleeves that gathered at
his forearm and billowed out. The bodice was covered in light spray of
lace and a wide white satin sash looped in well above the waist. Lisa
quickly tied it in a bow underneath Frankie's padded out chest.
"You remember this bed jacket don't you darling?" Lisa asked smugly.
"You wore it that time you got all dressed up as a cheerleader, when we
were doing your make-up." Lisa turned to Valerie. "It's part of a set.
Long white nightgown, a sheer acetate with a lovely spray of lace across
the bosom and white satin panties. I though once he saw the bed jacket
we would want to wear the whole outfit." The two women chuckled and
Frankie cringed.
"Oh," it's just perfect," Valerie gushed. "It's short enough that his
panties and the waist of his garter belt shows. And that bow at the
bodice does so much to accentuate his breasts."
Lisa nodded as she looked Frankie over from head to toe. "Just a few
more accessories, I think,and we'll have that complete sissy boy look for
his first outfit. Lisa snatched up the white ribbon and her sewing
shears and in a matter of minutes had fashioned bows with trailing
streamers which she tied around the garter tabs just above the welt of
Frankie's stockings. With sure hands and the help of small safety pins,
she added another white bow to the cuff of each sleeve of the bed jacket.
Very nice," Valerie said as she nodded to Lisa. Then she turned her
bemused smile on Frankie. "I'll bet you're just dying to see how you
look, aren't you sissy boy? Well you'll get a good look soon enough
honey."
"Now Lisa," Valerie said. "You just let me give your darling boy a
little coaching and he'll be ready for his sissy debut. You find
yourself a seat on the couch and we'll start the show." The two women
shared a sweet kiss and Lisa quickly stepped out of the room, her voice
trailing behind her as she left, "Now don't you two keep me waiting..."
Valerie looked at Frankie, ran her tongue across her bottom lip and
smiled mischievously. "As for you, my little cross-dressed darling, you
can pretend all you want that you hate this. But I know better." She
reached her hand down to toy with the lace on his panty covered behind.
"I know you can't wait to see how you look? So close your eyes-- that's
it gently -- and turn around toward the mirror."
Frankie's stomach was in knots, but he closed his eyes and slowly pivoted
on his high heels until he was facing the mirror.
"Now," Valerie said as she whispered in his ear, "open your eyes and see
just how girly you are honey!"
Frankie slowly opened his eyes until the image in the mirror stared back
at him finally in wide-eyed wonder. Thick, dark lashes fluttered above
his doe-like eyes, made large with the expert application of liner and
eye shadow color. A circle of just pink blush adorned each cheek and his
mouth was a bow of glistening soft red lipstick and a shimmering pink lip
gloss highlight. The large white bow in his hair nearly matched the bow
tied just below his bosom.
He gasped and clutched at the hem of the short bed jacket. He stepped
back form the vanity and stared down at the lace on his garter-belt and
panties that were just visible at the bottom of the image in the mirror.
Valerie stepped closer to him and ran her hand along the inside of his
thigh and up across the front of his panties. With few deft strokes, she
was soon rewarded with the feel of his cock hardening. "Yes," she
whispered in his ear, "you do love this. You love being all dressed up.
Mommy loves seeing you all dressed up too. It's so exciting to be all
dressed up, isn't it honey? " Valerie tightened her grip on the poor
young man's erection as it tented his panties.
Frankie was transfixed by his image in the mirror. Every word Valerie
had said rang true. And now he was mesmerized as she told him what she
wanted him to do. He found himself nodding in agreement even as his
shame burned his cheeks. He took in everything she said even as he
realized he was trapped in satin and ribbon and lace and bows. And it was
a trap of his own making.
"Now it's time to show Mommy how pretty her boy can be when he's all
dressed in sissy, girly clothes," Valerie whispered. She took him by the
hand and led him back down the short hallway, stopping just short of the
foyer that separated the hall from the living room. Frankie stood stock
still as Valerie edged away and then her voice beckoned to him. He heard
the rhythmic click of his high heels on the floor and minced into the
room.
"And now we have Frankie, modeling the latest and most darling lingerie
ever from Maiden Mode..." Valerie was standing to the side, holding her
now full wine glass as if it were a microphone. Lisa was sitting on the
couch and a knowing smile played on her lips.
"He's wearing the Sweet Set with panties, bra and garter-belt from Maiden
Mode's Ribbons and Lace Collection. Just the perfect choice for boys who
are dying to dress like girls. And Frankie is really dressed like an
adorable girl. From the bow in his hair to the lace-trimmed ankle socks,
everything about this outfit tells the whole world that this boy is a
perfect little sissy." Frankie felt a new way of shame wash over him
even as his hard cock bulged in his panties.
"Frankie's lingerie is accessorized with white satin high heels, girly
little ankle socks and ultra sheer stockings for that almost, but now
quite bare-leg look.
"The darling bed jacket Frankie is wearing doesn't do a thing to hide his
pretty panties... " Frankie paused, and as if on cue, gently tugged at
the bow tied beneath his bosom, letting the sheer bed jacket fall open.
He held it open then by placing a hand on each hip. "... snow white
sateen panties covered in three wide white rows of lace with a fetching
lavender ribbon threaded through at the waist and tied in the back..."
Frankie turned on his high heels. "... with long ribbon streamers that
accent a girlish derriere. This sugary confection is matched with a lace-
trimmed garter belt, accented with lavender ribbon. The lace on the
garter belt flows seamlessly into the lace panties, lengthening the torso
for a slimming effect that is even more girly. And, of course, this
Maiden Mode ensemble would not be complete without a matching full cup
bra... " Frankie raised his hands to pull the wisp of the jacket away
from his bosom. "... with its lavender ribbon and bow and lace overlay
on the soft full-form cups.
"Maiden Mode's Sweet Set from the Ribbons and Lace Collection looks
almost good enough to eat. And all dressed up in sugary white sateen,
darling ribbons and bows, Frankie is just a sweet little treat waiting
for some lucky boy... or girl..."
Frankie blushed furiously. Valerie smiled broadly and Lisa applauded.
"Oh, Frankie, darling, you're a natural. Why if I didn't know better,
I'd say that you been dressing up and modeling women's fashions, oh,
forever. I can't wait to see you model the rest of your pretty things."
Valerie slipped onto the couch beside Lisa. The two women shared a deep
kiss, as Lisa's hand cupped Valerie's ample breast. Frankie stood before
them in his high heels, stockings, garter belt, panties and bra and
gingerly retied the sash bow under his bosom. His make-up covered a
furious blush and he cringed at the realization that he had been made to
model the most feminine of clothes.
Valerie sipped from her glass of wine and beckoned to the young man
wearing a bra and panties. Frankie took a few steps towards the couple
on the couch only to have Valerie stretch out a long nylon covered leg.
With exquisite control, she flicked the toe of her high heeled shoe at
the erection tenting his panties.
"Well Lisa," Valerie said softly, "Frankie seems to be enjoying his
modelling debut. And, I have to admit, I'm enjoying the show too. And to
think, we have more outfits for him to model!"
"Oh yes, and he obviously adores being dressed as a sissy," Valerie
exclaimed. "You do love it don't you darling? I'll bet you wish you
could be dressed in ribbons and lace and bows all the time. Would you
like to be a sissy all the time honey?"
His mother's taunting questions, the clothes he wore, the make-up and the
thought of modelling it all--and even the excitement he could not
conceal--was too much for him. His shoulders sagged and and he slowly
shook his head.
"Oh, no, mother," he said softly. "Oh, no, I don't want to be dressed
like a sissy. No, I don't. Really, I don't..." His abject voice
trailed off smothered in his shame and humiliation.
Lisa feigned open-mouthed surprise and then shared a knowing smile with
Valerie.
"Oh but, darling, when I came home and found you all dressed up, and when
you picked out all that lovely lingerie for yourself at Stein's, and when
you started wearing panties every day, and then a bra and then putting on
make-up... well, I thought you wanted to be just a little sissy boy..."
Frankie stared at her in a dumbfounded daze. No, no, it wasn't like that
at all, he thought as his mind reeled. It wasn't like that at all, he
thought shamefully.
Lisa stood up and walked to his side and circled an arm around his waist
even as she toyed with the lace on his panties.
"Well, if my darling doesn't want to be a little sissy and wear his
little sissy dress-up clothes... " she said with a mocking voice, "Then
maybe we should get you all undressed. You don't have to wear these
little sissy style panties anymore..."
Frankie sagged with relief and swallowed more of his shame.
"No, more little sissy panties for you my, dear," she cooed. She lowered
her arm from around his waist and rounded to face him even as she toyed
with the erection that still bulged beneath the layers of lace.
"No... no more little sissy girl panties for you... no, no, no, not for
you darling.
"I think you're ready to put on your big girl panties now!"
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