Mother s Model Son In Black Lace Lingerie Part Three
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Frankie was so relieved that he would no longer have to dress like a
sissy, that the young man practically flew down the hallway. His mother
was off in her sewing room, but Valerie Paine had just told him that he
did not have to be a sissy anymore. Frankie's high heels clicked a beat
across the bare wooden floor as he walked to the bathroom, reminding
himself to take small steps as he had been told.
Frankie quickly seated himself on the low backed chair of the vanity and
settled in as Valerie snatched up a tissue. "Now we'll get you all
fixed," she said with a knowing smile as she wiped away the high arched
eye-brows she had penciled in earlier. With sure hands and a discerning
eye she also wiped away the heavy rouge that flushed the fullness of the
cheeks of his face and then she uncovered his natural eyebrows.
She handed Frankie a fresh tissue sharply folded at the crease. "Go
ahead, honey, blot off your lips... press hard... that's it," she said.
"Now let me see." Frankie turned his head and she appraised him with a
critical eye. "Well, we'll keep those lashes, I think, and we'll see if we
can't use some darker shadow shades. I want to even up your eyebrows and
make them a little darker."
"Ohhhh," Frankie moaned. "Oh, Ms. Paine, you said you were going to take
off all my make-up and everything, so, so, well... so I don't look like a
sissy."
Valerie smiled let out with a low chuckle. "Frankie, darling, I said no
such thing. You weren't listening doll. I said I was going to help you
get rid of all that make-up that gave you a sissy look. She bent close to
him and kissed him gently on the lips, "Now I'm going to give you a much
more mature look. You just wait and see, you'll love it."
Frankie sighed heavily and slumped in the chair until Valerie gave one of
his exposed nipples a firm but playful pinch that forced a sharp cry from
Frankie's lips and left him sitting bolt upright. She worked quickly and
her hands dashed across the top the vanity snatching eye shadow, pencils,
a brush for powder, and more. She was thrilled with her handiwork and
watched with smug satisfaction as she hid every trace of his masculinity
behind the paint and powder. She was totally in control and she knew it,
too, as she made him over in a decidedly high-fashion feminine image.
"Oh, and I'm not quite done yet," Valerie said with pride. "You need
fuller lips, I think. Now Frankie, open your mouth... no not so wide...
open and relaxed." The compliant Frankie did as he was told and Valerie
outlined his lips with a soft brown pencil. She took up a deep rose red
lipstick and a small brush then and with practiced strokes she colored his
lips..."Keep your mouth open... not so wide... just like that. I'm filling
in around the liner to give you fuller lips." She put down the brush and
handed Frankie the lipstick.
"Now I want you to finish putting on your lipstick. Just stay inside the
outline I've already made."
With a trembling hand, Frankie took the lipstick from Valerie and eased
himself up from the vanity seat. He turned slowly towards the mirror and
gasped aloud when he saw an image of himself he could have had hardly
imagined. A stunning young woman stared backed at him. She had brown
eyes outlined in dark liner, with thick fluttering lashes, and deeply
toned eye shadow artfully applied to create a wide, doe-like gaze. Her
high cheekbones gave her face a sculpted look and her complexion was
flawless and softly tanned, with a becoming hint of blush on her cheeks.
The outline of full lips beckoned to him and the lipstick he hardly knew
he was holding went to his lips as if it were pulled by some unseen force.
With steadily more sure movements Frankie used the lipstick brush to add
generous color his protruding bottom lip and then colored his top lip.
While Frankie was lost in concentration, Lisa had edged back into the
doorway, just out of his sight. She had changed out of her dress and now
wore a black ankle length negligee, with spaghetti straps, and a froth of
marabou across the bust. She had slipped into a pair of high-heeled
mules, black, with a spray of black marabou across the toe. She slipped a
hand towards Valerie and drew the younger woman closer and said quietly.
"Valerie, I had no idea you could do so much with make-up. He's
absolutely gorgeous."
Gazing deeply in the mirror and gently pursing his lips, Frankie wound the
color back its tube and replaced the cap. Somehow oddly pleased by what
he saw in the mirror he arched an eyebrow and a soft smile played across
his lips. Unconsciously he toyed with the ribbon on his garter belt and
locked his eyes with his reflection. He was amazed once more at what he
saw and how feminine he looked.
Lisa's heavy sigh, snapped him out of his trance. "Oh Frankie, I just
can't stand it having you look like this. Really, I just can't."
Frankie's head snapped around at the sound of her voice and a look of
sadness and confusion came over his face. "Oh, but mother, I thought you
would be pleased. Ms. Paine did my make-up... so, so... so, I wouldn't
look like a sissy. It's, well, Ms. Paine said it was a more mature look
for me. And, oh, I thought this was what you... you wanted me to do,
well, because..." Frankie's voice trailed off as he looked at his mother's
deepening frown.
"Really, you just have to stop doing this," she said with a no-nonsense
edge in her voice. Frankie looked at her with astonishment. "You can't
go around dressed like this Frankie..."
The young man nodded and hung his head. "Yes, I know... it's awful. I
mean, well, I'm not a woman and... oh I mean, I don't look like..." he
said and his voice trailed off into an inaudible quiver.
"You just don't project a feminine image," Lisa said with feigned concern
in her voice. "You've got nothing on top honey. Flat, just flat. Now,
run along and do put on your bra. It'll do so much for your figure dear.
Don't be all day about it. Go on now."
Valerie chortled, Lisa smiled broadly, and Frankie gave out with a small
sharp cry. Mortified again, he clattered past them with a staccato beat
of his high heels took the few steps from the bath to his mother's room.
He paused for just a fleeting glimpse of himself from head to toe in the
mirror at the end of the hallway. If only I had been more careful, he
thought, as he picked up the black lace bra from his mother's bed. If
mother had not caught me dressing up, I wouldn't be doing this now, he
told himself.
He wrapped the bra around his chest, fastened it easily and twisted it
into position in one single motion. He deftly sagged his shoulders and
eased each bra strap into place. He reached down for each of the foam
inserts and in a moment had each one nestled in the cups of his bra. He
remembered how Valerie had helped him adjust the last bra he wore ad now
he repeated the process. He stepped to the mirror and looked at himself
in profile first from the right and then from the left. His mother, he
knew, was right about the bra and he could easily see how it changed his
figure. He was, he decided after all, very feminine looking in a bra and
panties. And he thought with new satisfaction, there was no denying the
womanly image that stared back at him from the mirror. He felt an
electric thrill run through him and he fought to calm himself. He
desperately tried to settle the throbbing cock rising in his panties and
stared again at his reflection.
Lisa and Valerie had no idea what was keeping the young man from
returning. "It seems he loves his new look, Valerie," Lisa said with
obvious satisfaction. "I'll bet he's in my room right now, glued to the
mirror." She took the items she had brought from her sewing room and
placed them on the vanity, spreading them before her neatly. "The eye-
make-up, the contouring. He's just stunning and he knows it, I'd say.
And the way he put on his lipstick... why he couldn't tear himself away
from the mirror! Who knew that a man could enjoy make-up so much."
"He just about died on the spot when you reminded him he didn't have a bra
on," Valerie said. "I think he may be getting a little self-conscious
about being so flat chested." The two women giggled and then shared a
playful moment as each gently fondled the other's breasts. They broke off
their embrace and Lisa called out, "Frankie, dear, what's keeping you?
You're not going to grow your breasts staring in the mirror."
Frankie returned to the room sagging in embarrassment. Lisa nudged him
back to the mirror and pointed. "See how much better you look now. A
well-fitted bra does wonder for a girl." He stared again at himself in
the mirror, enthralled again with what see saw, raised one hand and gently
brushed his long hair to the back of his neck.
"Oh, that's just perfect," Lisa said as she stepped towards him. "Just
hold your hair back and up off your neck..." As he complied, she slipped
a band of satin ribbon and black lace around his neck and quickly tied it
in place. "Now," she said with satisfaction, "Let me see."
Frankie turned towards his mother and Lisa admired the thin black ribbon
edged in a ruffle of black lace that graced his neck.
"Oh, Lisa," Valerie exclaimed, that ribbon and lace choker is just
perfect. And you just whipped it up out of thin air, too!"
Lisa smiled. "Just a little something from odds and ends in my sewing
room. I thought he would look so sweet wearing it. And then there's
this..." Lisa extended her hand to Frankie with what looked like fold of
black lace, "Now hold out your hand, honey."
Frankie did as he was told and Lisa easily worked the finger-less black
lace glove over his outstretched hand and expertly fluffed the ruffle that
covered his wrist. She quickly repeated the process and Frankie stood,
poised on his high heels, with both lace-covered hands dangling limp from
his wrists.
"That's just the finishing touch," Valerie exclaimed. "You're so creative
and I just love the whole look. Oh, but I do wish we could do something
with his nails. Now that he has those finger-less gloves on... well, they
need a little something. Maybe another color..."
Lisa laughed. "Well Frankie does love to polish his nails. But... I
think we can do better." With that Lisa brushed past Frankie and quickly
opened another vanity drawer, in a moment she held up a small packet of
press-on acrylic nails. "I think this will do the trick. They're not too
long, but long enough I think to create the look we want. Oh, and
Frankie," Lisa said as she turned to the befuddled young man, "Do find
some nail polish that matches better with your lipstick. That will be a
nice touch I think."
Valerie grinned from ear to ear. "Oh Frankie," she said gleefully, "You
just put on lipstick. Now you're going to polish your nails. Only women
do that. Why if I didn't know better..." her voice trailed off in a
chuckle as she reached forward and fondled his aching cock through his
panties.
Even with his perfectly done make-up and dressed as he was in sexy high
heels, seamed black stockings, and a bra and panty set dripping with
ribbons, bows and lace, Frankie looked absolutely dejected. It was all
true. He had put on lipstick and now, as the two women hovered over him,
he sat down once more and slowly began to put on the false nails.
"Oh, you'll be all day at it like that," Valerie exclaimed impatiently.
She leaned in and quickly spread out the nails, arranged them by size and
quickly began to put them on Frankie's still and outstretched fingers.
Once done she leaned over his shoulder to dig through the vanity drawer
and extracted a bottle of nail polish which she held up to Lisa.
"There, you go," Lisa said brightly, "that should work. Close to your lip
color, too, Frankie dear. Go ahead and polish you nails and come show us
when you're finished. We'll be in the living room with our wine." Lisa
slipped out of the room just behind Valerie and remarked over her
shoulder, "Now don't keep us waiting sweetheart. We're dying to see the
next part of the fashion show."
After the two women swept down the hallway and made a quick trip to the
kitchen to fetch another bottle, Lisa and Valerie had indeed retired with
their once again full glasses of wine to the living room. "I just can't
believe how well Frankie is taking to all this," Valerie said breathlessly
as she settled closer to Lisa, "why he's just putty in your hands,"
Valerie said. In that same instant, she thought he was putty indeed,
except for the hard-ons he got when he was dressed. "He's hardly said a
word in protest."
Lisa nodded. "Well, he wouldn't dare. I do think I've made that quite
clear. And I think its high time this was all out in the open. And
besides I suspected for quite some time that this was coming."
"Oh, Lisa, you mean because you and Lindsey had your suspicions... and
well you said, you late husband and now Frankie..."
"Well," Lisa said evenly. "It was more than that." She paused to pick up
the photo album again and drew an envelope from the back of the book
"Here, take a look at these," she said as she picked out photos from the
envelope.
"Oh how darling this looks," Valerie exclaimed. "That's you serving at a
little girl's tea party. I love that dress you're wearing Lisa. Oh, and
this must be Lindsey. I can see the resemblance."
Lisa smiled warmly. "Oh yes, it's quite striking the resemblance and
especially now that's she's older. Of course, she had to go and dye her
hair blonde, but I think that's just a phase. You know, I loved to sew
clothes for her and especially when we had matching outfits. People always
remarked on it when we went out together," she added wistfully. "But take
a closer look."
Valerie held the photo before her and gasped in astonishment and pointed
to a seated figure with short hair smiling shyly at the camera. "Is
that... ?"
Lisa nodded. "Yes that's Frank all dressed up in his ruffled panties,
petticoat and a little dress for our tea party. He used to love to play
dress-up. That's what we called it. He used to beg me to play 'dress-up.'
Oh, I pretended it was all in fun. But I loved to dress him like a girl.
At first, I just put him in Lindsey's clothes. They were almost the same
size. They're just four months apart in age, you know."
"I had no idea," Valerie gasped.
"Oh yes" Lisa said almost absent-mindlessly. "He just missed the start of
the school year because of his birth date. And then, well, he seemed to
struggle in school so I held him back a year. Then he changed schools and
there was another year."
"No, no..." Valerie said, "Not the schools. I meant I had no idea he
dressed like a girl when he was young."
Lisa chuckled, "Oh honey he just wanted to do everything Lindsey did it
seemed. Lindsey started to grow like a bean-pole and I just bought Frank
his own girl's clothes. He looked just adorable when I dressed him.
Here's a picture of him in his Halloween ballerina costume. Oh, and he
loved this red velvet dress he wore one Christmas with white tights,... so
lovely, attentive, and obedient when he was dressed in his girl clothes.
Just what I wanted."
Valerie nodded vigorously. "And now you're dressing him up again. "Oh
my, and he's not dressing like a little girl anymore. Not when you're
keeping him in gorgeous lingerie, stockings and spiked heels," she said
with lust in her voice.
"And now I want him to start wearing dresses again. And not just when he
wants to wear them," Lisa said with certainty in her voice. "And speaking
of Frankie, I wonder what could be keeping our little doll." Lisa rose
and Valerie followed close behind.
Frankie sighed heavily and bent to the task of putting a coat of red
polish on the last of his fake nails. He did it delicately given his lack
of practice. And, as he polished each nail and paused to inspect it, he
also paused to look again at his perfectly made-up face. The vanity chair
was just high enough for him to see his bra, too, and when he paused he
would arch his back so that the lace cups of the bra were showing in the
mirror. He couldn't help but look and as he gazed deeply at the incredibly
feminine image he saw he was lost in whirl of emotions. Part of him
wanted it all to just stop and yet some other part of him quietly tugged
at him pulling him along...
"Well, well, well," Lisa's voice startled Frankie. Then the look of
surprise and wide-eyed beauty he turned on her softened to an embarrassed
smile as he rose to his feet and turned on his high heels to face them.
"It looks like this lovely young lady has been admiring her manicure. And
her figure. You know, darling, we'll need to get you over to the salon
someday to get your nails done professionally."
Valerie smiled broadly. Frankie brought a hand to his hair and brushed it
lightly. "Of course, as long as he's at the salon, he'll have to have his
hair done too. A little more color, certainly some styling." Valerie
reached out and swept Frankie's hair away from his perfectly made-up face.
"Maybe a style with bangs, hmmm, I think so. Probably a perm, too."
"Yes," said Lisa warming to the scene. "And when you get back from the
salon, you'll put on your pretty panties, with the matching bra and garter
belt. Oh and you'll put on some new silky stockings over your nice,
smooth legs. And your favorite pair of high heels. You'll be wearing
those too. You'll do your make-up and you'll look gorgeous with your
beautiful eye makeup and your lovely lips shimmering with lipstick. And
then, oh yes darling, there's the dress you'll wear. Something very fun
and flirty and very feminine. Silk maybe. Or chiffon. Just short enough
to show off your legs. And cut low enough to show off your lovely
cleavage."
The two women shared a bemused smile as Frankie turned back to the mirror
and unconsciously drew the fingertips of one hand up to the center of his
bra. His mind reeled with the thoughts of all they had talked about. He
could see it all happening and it was so exciting and so frightening. No,
no he thought, they couldn't, they wouldn't make him go to the salon. No,
not in front of all those women. Everybody would see. Everybody would
know. Frankie's shoulders sagged as he turned to the two women. His newly
manicured hands dropped to his sides and a deep frown ruined the feminine
beauty of his face.
The moment, the magical moment of dreams had vanished and Lisa sensed the
change in his mood instantly. It infuriated her.
"Stand up straight," she snapped. "Why must you always slouch when you're
dressed? You act like you're embarrassed to wear women's clothes. You
should be thrilled than I'm doing this for you. I just don't what to do
with you."
Valerie hovered just behind Lisa and sensed the other woman's fierce
displeasure. It was, she realized with a sense of domination and power
coming over her, a great opportunity to push the helpless man even
further. "Well," said Valerie as she placed a gentle hand on Lisa's arm,
"I think it's because he needs some posture training. After all, a girl
needs to stand up straight with her shoulders back and be proud of her
figure." Valerie leaned in close to Lisa and whispered in her ear.
"Well, I don't know," Lisa replied with a wicked smile. "But Valerie,
dear, if you think it would be best... oh, but I'll be right back." Lisa
left the two behind.
"Oh I can't wait," Valerie gushed and she smiled at Frankie. "Come closer
dear. Now you know we have been telling you all night to stand up nice
and straight honey. You're not sneaking around anymore, going behind your
mother's back to wear all the girly things you love." Valerie cupped
Frankie's chin in her hand and ran her tongue across his lips, "Yes,
you're all dressed up and you need to show off. Come see how pretty you
look." With that, Valerie took Frankie by the hand and led him down the
hallway to the full-length mirror.
She stood by his side and whispered in his ear. "Go on, honey, go on and
get a good look at yourself." Frankie raised his chin and stole a glance
in the mirror.
"No, no," Valerie said softly, "Take a good long, look. Look at yourself
from head to toe. I know you see the same thing I see. A lovely young
woman. Wearing high heels. Spiked heels in black leather. Seamed black
stockings that only a sexy woman would wear. And look at your gorgeous
panties. So full of layers of wide black lace, so flirty, so feminine.
Only a woman would wear panties like this honey. A real man would never
do this. And that garter-belt, holding up your stockings so nice and
snug. Why that garter belt is just oozing with lace and look at this
pretty bow..." Valerie reached around Frankie to twirl the trailing
ribbons from the bow in her fingers and let her hand repeatedly brush
against the now obvious bulge in his panties.
"Oh, sweetie girl, look at that bra of yours... your cups are nice and
full, too, just like a real woman... " Valerie brought Frankie's hand up
to rest on his padded bra. "Yes, beautiful and shapely, darling. You know
I'm right. You can see for yourself." She breathed the words into his
ear and felt his rising cock through his panties.
"Yes, yes, very feminine," she said. "Beautiful. Just look at yourself.
Look at your face. You're a beautiful young woman Frankie. Lovely red
lips. Long, long lashes and beautiful eyes. It's not make-up Frankie,
it's you. It really is you. It's who you always wanted to be." Valerie
slipped a hand inside his panties and circled the tip of his swollen dick
with her fingertip.
"You know you always loved to play dress-up. It was so much fun... it
was fun, wasn't it? Getting all dressed up in your panties and your
petticoat and your dress. Remember all those pretty dresses mommy bought
just for you? All the times you played dress-up and pretend with mommy.
Remember how much you loved to be mommy's little girl? And how mommy
loved to dress you all up. You were such a pretty girl. Now you're a
gorgeous woman..."
Lisa wrapped her hand around his erect cock and Frankie's long eye-lashes
fluttered as dreams and memories flashed before his softening gaze. He
spread his legs and fixed his heels firmly and felt the first dizzying
glow as pre-cum leaked from his raging cock.
"Yes, yes," Valerie cooed in his ear. "It's alright baby. You're so
beautiful tonight. And it feels so good. Yes, it does. You're all
dressed up now. Just like you always wanted. You can dress up just like
Lindsey. All those pretty dresses. All her lovely lingerie... the
panties... bras... soft and silky nighties... just like Lindsey. You
love her clothes. You love dressing up. It feels so good to be dressed
like a woman. And you'll be wearing your own dresses again. Dresses just
for you."
Valerie could feel his mounting anxiety and a thrilling wave of pleasure
washed over her as she delighted in how she had feminized him, bent him to
her willful designs.
"Oh sweet darling girl, you're so excited now. I know, I know. Oh, but
you can't cum now, oh no not now. You can't come in your pretty panties.
What would mommy say if you soaked your panties? If you got your panties
all wet with cum because you just love how you look. In your high heels
and your stockings, in all this gorgeous lingerie. It would be just awful
if your pretty, pretty panties were all wet..."
Frankie uttered a small cry of anxious pleasure and growing frustration.
"Oh no, oh no," he said softly. "Oh I can't, I just can't... oh, yes," he
gasped.
"Yes, yes," Valerie whispered, "You can't cum in your panties, darling.
It would be so naughty to get them all wet. That's why you're wearing a
panty liner."
Frankie looked at Valerie and gasped even as she rubbed the tip of his
leaking cock. "Oh, oh," he said choking on the words, "I forgot... the
panty liner... I didn't... oh..."
Valerie feigned shocked surprise. "Oh honey. Darling did you put on your
garter belt and your stockings... your bra and your panties... did you
slip on a pair of high heels... did you put on your lipstick and polish
your nails... did you get all dressed up... and forget to wear your panty
liner." Valerie tightened her grip and continued to milk his swollen
cock. The she tugged him forward and pulled him away from the mirror.
She gave him a hard smile and the whisper was gone from her voice.
"Go take off your wet panties, right now!"
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