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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!"