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Frank's eyes fluttered open and he was dimly aware of the soft morning
light edging around his bedroom draperies. But he was keenly aware of
his hard and throbbing cock.
The dream he had on waking swam hazily into his mind's eye and he saw
the soft hem of the dress float across the slick fabric of a nylon
stocking covered thigh. His finger traced along that smooth thigh to
the tab of a garter and easily followed that one suspender to a
perfectly taunt and silky pair of panties. Frank reached for the pale
yellow panties and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He stroked his
raging cock through the panties he was wearing and jerked himself into a
spasm that soaked them with his hot spunk. One more piece of lovely
lingerie to wash he thought, as his head sunk back into the pillow.
"Frankie, Frankie, dear..." There was a persistent rapping on his
bedroom door. He sat bolt upright in bed as his dream fled and only his
sopping panties remained.
He heard his mother Lisa's muffled voice. "Time to get up you little
sleepy head. I've drawn you a nice hot bath. Go on and get ready dear.
You have a lot to do to get ready honey."
Frank groaned. 'Frankie' she said. She called him Frankie. His mother
called him Frankie when he was dressed. She had called him that since
that day a few weeks ago when she came home and found him wearing her
clothes and his sister's clothes. He shook his head again.
"Ah, ah, yes, mother," he called out, "I'm getting up... "
He swung his legs out from under the sheets and sat on the edge of the
bed. He rose and slipped both hands into the band of his tight, cum-
soaked panties and tugged them down his legs. He winced as his
fingertips brushed across the stubble on his thighs. His stomach curled
into a knot. He stared down at the cherry red polish on his toenails
and his fingertips and shook the cobwebs from his dreamy memory.
He remembered now how he and his mother polished their nails last night.
Just like mother and daughter. He knew then that could only mean one
thing. Today was going to be a dress-up day. He knew it. It had been
a week since she had dressed him, a week since his mother Lisa and her
very close friend Valerie Paine had dressed him in women's clothes.
Today it would happen again. Thirty times he had heard her say. He
would have to dress up for her thirty times as punishment for all times
he slipped around wore the clothes he took from her and from his sister.
He had always waited until he was alone to put on their clothes. He
loved the anticipation, the thrill of knowing he would get a chance to
dress, and then the rush of excitement as he put on panties and bras,
heels and hose, skirts and dresses. It was a thrilling, secret pleasure
that made his cock swell and drove him to shuddering, soaking organisms.
Then, that one time, just that one time, his mother had come home early,
oh way too early. And that's how she found him, in heels and hose, in a
top and a skirt. Putting on make-up.
So, he would have to dress up for her thirty times. He would have to
wear whatever she told him to wear. He would have to dress from head to
toe, wearing only his own women's clothes. His own bras and panties.
His own hosiery. His own dresses and skirts and shoes. His own make-
up.
He sighed heavily, bunched his soaked panties in his hands and made his
way to the bath.
By the time Frankie opened his bedroom door and scurried down to the
bathroom, Lisa has already made her way through the house to her little
sewing room. This was her refuge. A place to get away from the hustle
and bustle. Her children knew better than to violate this sanctuary and
neither of them had every come into that little room unbidden. Of
course, her daughter Lindsey was away at college. And Frankie, despite
how often he got into her bureau drawers and her closet, had steered
clear of the little room.
Lisa was glad of that. She knew that surprise was one of the best
weapons in her arsenal to overcome any resistance he might put up. And,
she thought with a smile, he was certainly going to be surprised today
with everything she had planned for him.
Lisa congratulated herself then on her latest creation as she appraised
the outfit on the dress dummy. Designed to be worn well above the knee.
It bared the arms and shoulders nicely too. The belted waist gave way
to a slightly flared skirt and the stiff net material she had added for
a crinoline would help to give the illusion of an hourglass figure. It
was a darling little sun dress. Still, she thought, there was something
missing and she knit her brows in concentration. A moment later she had
snatched up a remnant of the red with white polka-dot material and
slipped into the seat by the sewing machine.
Just as Lisa was settling in place, Frankie was slipping beneath the
frothing bubbles in his scented bath. The smell of lavender hung in the
warm air. Frankie knew the scent came from an oil added to the bath
water and he knew too that it would soften his skin and leave him
lightly perfumed. He sighed once again before reaching for the razor
that had been left out for him on the edge of the tub. He lifted one
leg from the warm water and bent forward to start the slow and
deliberate process of shaving the stubble from his legs and then of
making sure he was smooth all over.
Lisa finished her work quickly and spread it with her hands to admire
the design. A single remnant had been folded unto itself in a neat long
strip and easily hemmed on three sides. Then with a a few more stitches
it was pinched off in the middle. Lisa let in dangle from her finger.
The she rose and with quick and purposeful strides made her way back
towards the bath.
She rapped twice, sharply, on the door and called out, "Frankie, dear,
don't be all day in there. And be sure to powder when you have toweled
off. I'm putting out a bra and panties for you. Oh, and don't forget
to use a panty liner. And there's a new package of pantyhose. Call me
when you're ready and I'll help putting on your hose."
A small voice called back, "Yes, mother, I'll let you know, but I'm sure
I can manage."
Lisa nodded and smiled to herself. Manage, indeed, she thought. She
was willing to bet he had tried on her panty hose or Lindsey's tights
before.
"Oh, and don't go around in your stocking feet, put on your slippers.
I'll be with you in a little bit."
Frankie sighed as he knew his worst fears were confirmed. This was
going to a dress-up day. He wondered if he would be made to wear his
new dress. Or maybe the skinny jeans and heels again. It really did
not matter. He would wear whatever his mother told him to wear.
He slipped out of the bath, pulled the drain and quickly patted himself
dry before he reached for the large feathery brush and dusting powder.
The powder was soft on his smooth shaved skin and, if truth be told,
Frankie loved to put it on with the duster and then feel his arms and
legs and chest. He took a clean towel and wrapped his damp hair up and
put it on his head and only then did he gently dust his neck with
powder.
He took the pink nylon shortie robe from the hanger on the hook on the
bathroom door and quickly slipped it on before he opened the door and
walked down the narrow hallway in full view of the mirror on the wall at
the far end. Frankie was drawn to that mirror like a moth to a flame,
and especially when he was dressed. He gazed for a moment at his long
smooth legs and the short robe that barely hid his now swelling cock
before he stepped through the door of his room.
There on the bed were the panties and bra his mother had put out for
him. Plain he decided quickly, the very plainest bra and panty set he
had; beige panties with just a trace of lace around the elastic
waistband and a matching bra with the same light lace on the cups. He
had expected to be wearing some of his prettiest and most feminine
lingerie. That's what had happened in the past. Plain looking panties
were what his mother had him wear every day.
He signed and slipped off his robe and quickly stepped into the panties.
The slick nylon panties slipped up his smooth legs Frankie felt the
first tingle of delight he always felt when he dressed. He pulled the
panties to his waist and stroked his cock through the fabric and then
dropped his hand. It would not do to stain his panties with pre-cum his
mother could see. With a sigh he turned to the top drawer in his
dresser and pulled a panty liner from the box there. He wore a panty
liner every day with his panties and he took one now from its package
and slipped it in lace, nest his cock against it.
With the ease of practice, he slipped his arms through the straps of the
bar and just as easily found the tab and fasteners in the back. He
centered the empty cups of the bra over his nipples and adjusted the
straps. Then he turned back to his dresser and removed two inserts. He
slipped first one and then the other into the bra cups and turned to the
mirror to settle the garment in place. Satisfied, he picked up the pink
robe, slipped it on, folded it over his chest and tied the long sash
around his waist.
Frankie unwound the towel from his hair and threw his head back. His
hair was long now, it had been weeks since it was cut, and it touched
his shoulders. He ran a hand through his short bangs and caught his
image, in profile, in the dresser mirror. In that instant he saw the
distinct shape of breasts draped by the pink nylon robe and a flash of
smooth, naked, white thigh. He turned towards the mirror and in that
instant was startled by a sharp rap on the bedroom door that quickly
opened as his mother swept into the room.
Lisa was a stunning woman with long shapely legs, sensuous curves and an
ample breast. She was wearing a fire engine red underwire bra, with
nearly sheer half cups and strategically placed sprays of lace that
covered her nipples and little else. A garter belt of the same color
and style rode just above her hips and were matched by sheer panties
that used the same spray of lace for modesty, where modesty was
essential. The long tabs of the garters were attached to nearly sheer
seamed stockings. Lisa had chosen to pair the stockings with an open
vamp, open toe high heel with a thin ankle strap. And her high-heeled
shoes were the same red color.
Lisa settled herself on Frankie's bed, crossed her long legs and reached
over to the package of pantyhose.
She smiled knowingly and patted the bed beside her.
""Come sit next to mother, darling, and I'll help you with your panty
hose. They're too easy to run, and I don't want you to ruin them."
Frankie nodded helplessly and eased himself beside her. She held the
package of pantyhose over his lap, opened it, and, as she shook out the
hosiery, she let it drape across his thighs.
"Now I know you usually prefer wearing stockings honey," she cooed.
"But for today, I want you wearing panty hose. Now take them in your
hands and gently open the waistband."
Frankie lifted the hose and did as he was told, spreading the hosiery
with his fingertips.
"That's fine," she said, "now I want you to start at the waistband and
roll them up between your fingers... gently... take your time."
Frankie did as he was told even as the silky nylon fabric played across
the tops of his thighs. When he had nearly rolled the hose down to the
first leg opening, Lisa put a gently restraining hand on his arm.
"Now, just continue to roll them, but do just one leg. Just roll it
between your fingers as if it were a stocking. Just like getting ready
to put on a stocking. She lifted his chin with a fingertip. "This
should be easy now," she smirked, "after all, you've had plenty of
practice putting on stockings now haven't you?"
Frankie bit his lip and felt a flush of shame. "Yes, yes," he said
quietly, as he continued to roll one leg of the hose. Once he had a do-
nut-shaped roll in his hands, Lisa resumed.
"Now raise your foot, honey, all the way up to your knee," she coached.
"Put on the panty hose one leg at a time, just like putting on a
stocking. Oh, and point your foot but curl your toes sweetie. That's
it, just slip it in and now gently, very gently unroll that hose up your
leg."
Frankie did as he was told and the silky feel of the hosiery on his
smooth leg was every bit as exciting as the feeling enjoyed putting on a
stocking. When he had nearly reached his knee, Lisa again put a gentle
hand on his arm.
"Stop right there and now do the other leg the same way," she said
evenly.
Frankie nodded and complied and soon he had the hosiery up to the knees
of both legs.
Lisa nodded. "Now stand up honey and keep rolling it up one leg and
then the other. Alternate, a little bit at a time up each leg. Don't
be in a hurry."
Lisa rose and stood in front of the young man as he put on his pantyhose
and reached out to loosen the sash on the short robe he was wearing.
Frankie sighed and as he straightened he could see past his mother to
the mirror where he caught sight of himself, in a bra and panties,
putting on pantyhose.
Lisa smiled. "Now just pull up the panty part of the hose... slowly
evenly... right over your panties. That's it."
Lisa stepped forward and bent down to run her hands up one of his hose
covered legs. "Now you just run your hands up your legs like this to
make sure you have them nice and smooth. No wrinkles." Her hands
continued up his thighs, over his hips and to his nylon covered behind.
The she drew her fingertips forward to slide them across his crotch.
"See," she said as she tapped the flattened bulge of his cock, "panties,
panty liner and panty hose help to make you nice and smooth there. Just
like a real girl."
Frankie cringed and as his mother stood up and stepped back and he
quickly covered up with this robe and just as quickly tied the sash.
"Now don't forget your slippers honey. I don't want to see any runs in
your hose," Lisa said with a smile. "Go get yourself some breakfast
while I finish getting dressed," she added as she left the room.
Frankie sighed heavily and walked with soft steps across his room to his
closet. He reached down to pick up the kitten heeled mules next to his
lavender high heels and eased himself down on the edge of his bed to
slip them on. He stood up and waked in them easily as he strode out of
his room. With a quick stop near the hallway mirror, Frankie
straightened first one leg and then the other to be sure there were no
wrinkles in his pantyhose. He tossed his hair back over his shoulders
and made his way to the kitchen.
Once there, quickly finished his breakfast and was tidying up when he
heard his mother say, "Well honey, how do I look in my new outfit?"
Frankie pivoted on his kitten-heeled mules and took in the sight of his
mother in a cherry red with white polka dot sun dress. She stood just
inside the doorway with her hands behind her back and a playful smiled
animated her bright red lips. Her lovely breasts and cleavage were
framed by two narrow shoulder straps and the trace of red piping that
went across the top of the bodice. She had circled her waist with a
not-too-wide and not-too-narrow red satin-look belt and the skirt of the
dress flared out from the cinching belt to a point just above her knees
and but well below the welt of her seamed stockings. Her stylish red
heels were a perfect match for her dress.
Lisa stepped into the room and took a few steps to twirl about. The hem
of her sun dress seemed to float in the air. "So, sweetie, how do I
look?"
Frankie cleared his throat and smiled. "Oh mother, you look really
nice, that's a lovely dress."
"Really. Be honest."
He nodded again. "Well it's lovely and you look great. Really, you
do."
Lisa smiled broadly. "And do you like this pattern? I mean the polka
dots and all. It's not too much is it? Do you like the pattern?"
Frankie nodded vigorously. "Yes, I do like it. I like it a lot."
Lisa grinned. "Well, dear, I'm glad you like it, because I have a
little surprise for you." Lisa brought a hand out from behind her back
and dangled a red and white polka dot scarf in her fingers. "I made
this little scarf for you from a remnant of the material I used. With
just the right knot, it will make a great bow for a pony tail in your
hair."
Lisa grabbed Frankie by the hand. "Come on, honey, let's see how cute
you look with a polka dot bow in your hair."
In less time than it takes to tell, Lisa had Frankie seated at the low
vanity in the bathroom and was vigorously brushing his long hair. She
quickly combed out two lengths of his hair and slipped a knotted rubber
band over each length.
Frankie had little else to do but watch in the vanity mirror and groaned
aloud. "Oh, no, not pig-tails."
Lisa stopped what she was doing long enough to give him a playful swat
on the shoulder. "Not pig-tails. I said pony-tail. I'm going to put
both together to give your pony tail more volume. You hair is long, but
we're going to let it grow longer." With that, Lisa expertly gathered
up both lengths of his hair and tied them up in a knotted bow with the
polka dot scarf."
Lisa stepped back to appraise her work and then snatched up her comb and
began to tease the hapless boy's bangs. When she was done his hair was
up in a pony-tail that sat high on the back of his head, and his bangs
were a frothy mass of soft curls on his forehead.
Frankie was stunned.
"I love it," Lisa gushed. "That bow is so perfect. It will keep the
hair up off your neck. Perfect on a nice warm day when you must go out
in the sun. You see, when you have long hair you need to plan for these
kinds of days."
Lisa reached over the hapless young man for foundation and powder.
"Let's put on a little foundation, hmm. It wouldn't hurt for you to
have a little mascara either."
Lisa set to work and as she did so, Frankie could watch his boyish
features soften as his make-up was applied. Lisa leaned back from time
to time and decided to add a bit of blusher. Then she handed Frankie
mascara."
"Now, I'm sure you know how to do this. Go ahead, put on some mascara."
Frankie took the tube from her hands and bent to the task of putting on
mascara. Lisa watched in satisfaction as he turned first one way and
then the next to get a better look in the mirror. When he was done, he
turned to face her.
"Perfect," she pronounced. "Just enough, I think. Not too much make-
up. Summer-time look. But there is one more thing." Lisa opened a
drawer in the vanity and removed a new tube of lipstick. She looked at
the end and read the label aloud, "Cherry Bomb Red." She smiled and
handed it to him.
"Same shade I'm wearing, honey," she said with a knowing grin. "I
bought one lipstick for you and one for me. This way you won't have to
borrow mine because you'll have one of your one. I think that's only
right, don't you agree."
Frankie swallowed hard and nodded. He took the tube from her, grimaced
and said, "Yes, yes, oh I'm sure you're right. Thank you, mother."
Lisa beamed. "Well don't just sit there staring at it, sweetie. You
know how to put on lipstick" Lisa turned to leave the room. "Oh, and
when you're done with your lipstick, come to my bedroom. I have a
little surprise for you, honey."
He did as he was told and stood up from the vanity to lean into the
mirror. He eased the cap off the tube of lipstick and easily applied it
to his lower lip. Then he gingerly applied it to his top lip and gently
pressed his lips together the same way he had seen his mother do it so
many times. He snatched up a tissue and folded it neatly with a crease,
then slipped it between his lips to blot the lipstick. He stepped back
from the mirror and saw that whatever boyish traces remained in his
image there were now slipping away. He sighed again and made his way to
his mother's room, not knowing what was in store for him on this new day
of dressing as a woman.
Lisa smiled broadly at here soon as he entered the room.
"Oh honey, that's so much better, now," she gushed. "A little make-up
does wonders for a girl's appearance, don't you think?" Lisa put her
hands on her hips and waited for an answer.
Frankie nodded, "Yes, yes," he stammered.
"Oh, and I agree," Lisa said. "You look so much nicer with make-up. So
much more feminine. I'm sure that's why you were putting on lipstick
when I came home to find you all dressed up."
Frankie felt another wave of humiliation wash over him and the knot grew
in his stomach.
"And I know you want to look pretty, too, dear. So maybe you'll start
wearing make-up every day."
He blanched at the thought and Lisa chuckled.
"Well, we'll see about that. But for now, I really want to know what
you think about this dress." Lisa did a half twirl that sent the hem of
her dress in motion.
"Do you like it? It's not too -- well, over the top -- is it? It's
very retro, kind of a fifties look, don't you think?"
"No, no. It's very nice. It's new isn't it. I don't remember you
wearing that dress before."
"Well that's because it is new honey," Lisa said with an emphasis on the
word 'is.' "Don't you remember when we went to buy you your very own
bras and panties, we stopped at the fabric store. I bought the material
and everything I needed to make this dress."
Frankie bit his lip at the memory of it. After stopping at the fabric
store, she took him to the lingerie section of the women's department at
Stein's. It was bad enough to just be in that part of the store, he
recalled, but he had to stand there while his mother and the sales woman
picked out bras, and panties and garter belts. He remembered how
humiliating it had been. And it was only the beginning of his
punishment.
Frankie nodded and forced a smile. "Oh, yes, of course I remember.
It's just, well, I just didn't expect you would make that dress."
Lisa laughed. "While I didn't buy all that material..." Lisa extended
one leg and raised her foot, "... or these heels..." she wiggled the
fingers on one hand, "... or this nail polish... to not make this
dress, you silly thing.
"But I really, really do hope you like this dress, honey. I mean,
you're not just saying that to please me, right?"
Frankie caught her tone and quickly reassured her. "Oh no, mother, I
really do like it. It's lovely, really, and well, it's not retro at
all. I mean, it looks wonderful. I'm sure anyone would be thrilled to
wear it."
Lisa clapped her hands in delight that hid her sardonic smile.
"Well my little dress-up doll boy," she said as she slid past him to
reach behind the door to her room. "Prepared to be thrilled...
because... I made the same dress just for you."
With that Lisa swept from behind the door an only slightly smaller
version of the dress she wore. An exact duplicate of the red with white
polka dot sun dress. The dress hung from a hanger by its narrow
shoulder straps and still looked full and flirty and feminine.
Frankie gasped and a hand with its painted fingernails flew to his mouth
to cover his pained surprise.
'Ohh, mother," Frankie gasped. "Oh, I, I..." The words of protest
never came from his mouth. He knew it would be useless to argue with
her.
Lisa stepped forward, easily slipped the dress off the hanger and just
as easily tugged down the zipper at the back of the dress. The bodice
opened in her hands and she deftly spread the waist.
"Now I'll help you on with your dress, darling," she said with a broad
smile. "Here just take it by the open waist and step into it." Frankie
took the dress and it rustled with its full feminine promise as he
lowered it to his knees and gingerly slipped one nylon clad leg inside.
The hem of the dress brushed around his ankles. He slipped in another
leg and felt a shiver of excitement as the lining of the dress slid up
his smooth legs and his thighs.
Lisa quickly took the waist of the dress and pulled it up. "Now honey
just put your arms through the straps..." Frankie wriggled one arm and
then the other through the straps as Lisa pulled the bodice of the dress
up over his padded bra. "Now turn around," she commanded, "I'll zip you
up."
Frankie did as he was told and as he turned about the dress swished
around his thighs with a whisper of nylon on nylon. Frankie caught a
fleeting glance in the dresser mirror of a young woman with a bouncing
ponytail and a flash of red and white ribbon, bare shoulders, a bust
line and a full flare skirt.
He felt his mother's sure hands tug at the open zipper just below the
waist of the dress and pull it closed. As she did so, the dress seemed
to mold him, flaring over his behind, nipping his waist, and then
cupping his padded chest. Lisa closed the zipper and adjusted the thin
shoulder straps of the dress to neatly cover the straps of the bra he
wore.
Lisa took a red satin-look belt from the hanger and deftly threaded it
through the few threaded belt loops around the waist and then just a
deftly cinched the belt in place. She plucked at the waist of the dress
to ease the puckers caused by the belting. She reached up under the hem
to fluff the netting under the dress and give it lift and body.
"You know," she said almost to herself, "the pattern didn't call for it,
but I'm so glad I added this crinoline. It makes the skirt look so much
fuller, makes the waist look smaller and the bosom look fuller too..."
She looked up at Frankie. "Don't you think so? So much more feminine
this way."
Frankie could only nod as he turned his head to glance in the dresser
mirror.
Lisa straightened up, looked at him and broke into a wide smile. "Oh,
but you can't see how you look in your dress in that mirror. Come on
honey, let's give you a look at yourself. You're so cute, you'll see."
Lisa took the hapless young man by the hand and tugged him down the
short hallway to the full-length mirror. His stocking clad feet padded
along the floor as he trailed his mother. She slipped behind and eased
him toward the mirror.
Frankie stood open-mouthed and took in his reflection from head to toe.
His painted toe nails peeked out cherry red from the sheer toe of the
hose he was wearing. A bright flash of red satin showed at the bottom
of the crinoline netting every time he moved. The hem of the skirt
finished above the knee, much higher than the dress his mother wore, but
the red belt with its red fabric buckle was just the same. So, too was
the red satin piping across the top of the bodice.
He was wearing the same dress his mother wore. He stood in shocked
silence. He looked perfectly feminine with his painted nails, his
lipstick and his make-up and a dress that made him look like a younger
version of his mother.
Lisa's face was animated by a huge smile. "You see, honey, a mother and
daughter dress. Isn't this fun? And to think you spent all those times
dressing up all by yourself." She circled his waist with her own strong
hands. Oh, it's going to be so much fun dressing you up. I'm so glad I
have such a wonderful sissy to be my little dress up dolly!"
"Ohh, but I almost forgot." Lisa spun around and took the few steps to
her bedroom and quickly returned with a pair of white flat heeled shoes.
"We can't have you walking around barefoot, now can we? Here you go,
you can borrow a pair of my shoes to wear with your new dress."
Frankie took the shoes and bent his knees to place them on the floor.
Then he stood up and eased first one foot and then another into the
shoes. He stepped back and looked at the mirror again. A frown creased
his face. He looked up at his mother.
"Oh mother," he said with catch in his voice, "I'm all dressed up again.
I did what you told me to do. Everything you said. But it doesn't
count does it? Oh, It doesn't count."
Frankie grasped the hem of his short skirt, lifted one foot and pointed
his toe.
"I'm wearing my own bra and panties, I'm wearing my own pantyhose, and
I'm wearing my own dress, too. Oh, but you know that it doesn't count."
Frankie was almost in tears. "Oh, it doesn't count because I had to
borrow your shoes."
Lisa hid a sly smile and took his hand in hers. She looked down at the
soft hand and painted nails. "Well," she said gently, "we did have an
agreement. We did say from head to toe. And even though you are
wearing all your own undergarments and your own dress, you don't have
any shoes to match your outfit. Are you sad now that you don't own a
pair of shoes like mine to go with your dress?"
Frankie nodded his assent. He looked up at his mother. She smiled and
then patted the back of his hand.
"Now don't you fret, sweetie," Lisa said with glee in her voice.
"You're all dressed up and you look so cute honey. There's no reason to
feel blue when you look so nice in your new dress. But since you're so
sad, we'll do what girls do sometimes when they are a little sad."
Frankie looked up quizzically at his mother.
"We'll go out shopping for shoes!"
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