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Lisa pulled up to the stoplight and glanced over at her stepson plucking at
the hem of his dress. The red sun dress with the white polka-dots had
ridden up when he sat down in the car, and exposed his nylon covered knees
and the bright red net crinoline beneath the skirt.
"Don't fidget so, Frankie," Lisa cautioned. "You can smooth out your dress
when we get to the mall and you get out of the car. The crinoline rides up
when you sit down. Actually, it's very cute like that honey."
Frankie pursed his painted lips and clutched his hands with the red polished
nails. He shivered slightly, but it wasn't because the narrow straps of the
sun dress that bared his arms and shoulders left him chilled. It was the
ponytail he wore tied up in a bright red and white polka-dot with trailing
ribbons that tickled his neck.
"Oh, but mother," Frankie said softly, "We don't need to go shopping.
Really, we don't. I have my own bras and panties now. And I have two
dresses, and, and, well you gave me Lindsey's skirt and sweater to wear,
too..."
"I gave you Lindsey's clothes because you had been wearing them," Lisa
retorted sharply. "I come home to find my son all dolled up in his sister's
clothes, and some of mine I might add. So I don't want to hear another peep
out of you about getting new clothes. Besides, I don't know how you expect
to dress like a young woman when all you have is a few bras and panties and
just two dresses. Why, you only have one pair of heels. You can't be
wearing my shoes all the time."
Frankie swallowed hard and felt his stomach tighten. If only his mother had
not caught him dressing up that day, he thought ruefully. If only he had
not admitted he had done it many times before, that he had dressed up in his
sister's clothes and his mother's clothes.
"Well, maybe then, I could just get a couple pairs of shoes. Why then,
don't you see, I would have three outfits I could wear with all my own
things. That's what you said, right. That I would have to wear my own
clothes, from head to toe. So, if I had shoes..."
Lisa pulled into traffic and glanced over at Frankie. He looked just
adorable with that bow in his hair, his pouting painted lips and the
oversized sunglasses.
"Yes," she said. "You definitely need shoes. And more than just a couple of
pairs of shoes. And you can't expect to wear just three outfits for whole a
month. Why you need some skirts and blouses, more dresses... probably a
half slip or two, oh and you might as well think about getting nice skirt
with a matching jacket. Summer is almost over and you can't be wearing your
sun dress for a month."
Frankie shook his head in consternation. Lisa pulled her car into a space
at the end of the row and turned to Frankie. "This is going to be so much
fun. I promise. Think of all the pretty things, all the girly things you
can buy now. You won't have to sneak around wearing my clothes or your
sister's clothes. You'll have all your own things. So, what do you say,
darling, ready to shop till you drop?
Frankie shook his head and clutched at his knotted stomach. "Oh please,
mother, please. I'll stay here in the car. You can go out and pick out any
clothes you want for me. I'll wear whatever you want me to. Oh, but I
can't go into the mall dressed like this. I won't go like this."
Lisa was infuriated by his defiance. She threw open the driver's side car
door and swung her long, lovely legs across the seat and brought herself to
her full height. Her high heels rang across the payment and she marched
around the car and yanked open the passenger door.
"You get out of this car this instant," she demanded. "You get out of this
car and you walk into that mall and you go to every store I tell you to go
to. You put on everything I pick out for you to try on. And I don't want
to hear another word from you.
"You can't go shopping dressed as you are, you say. Well, you little sneak,
let me remind you that we are wearing the same dress. Are you telling me I
can't go out dressed like this?"
Frankie shook his head frantically. "Oh no, no, mother, you, you look
beautiful... I didn't mean it like that, really I didn't..."
"No, no, you didn't mean it," Lisa said as she scowled at him. "Well if you
didn't mean it, then you get out of that car right now and I want you to
show off that dress I made for you." Lisa reached in through the open door
and pulled a startled and brow-beaten Frankie to his feet.
The stunned young man struggled to find his footing and twirled in a half
circle that sent his skirt flying around his shapely legs.
Lisa smiled triumphantly. "Now get your purse, sweetie," she said with
menace in her voice. "And I don't want to hear another word out of you!"
Frankie nodded glumly and bent back into the car to retrieve his purse. In
a moment more he had the purse dangling from his hand and turned to face his
angry mother.
"Oh, for god's sake. At least act like a woman, will you?" Lisa snarled.
"Put the purse string over your forearm. Bend your wrist. That's how a
woman carries her purse. You act like a lady, Frankie, and you will be
treated like a lady."
Frankly meekly complied and quickly found himself in step with his mother as
she strode across the parking lot. The smartly dressed pair turned more than
a few heads. Lisa's long legs were on full display and the sun dress only
seemed to accentuate her curves and the cleavage of her lovely breasts.
Frankie could feel the netting of the crinoline swishing around his knees as
he took small mincing, but hurried steps to just keep up right behind his
long-legged mother.
The doors of Stein's department store swung open as the two of them
approached and they entered a gleaming area of brightly lit retail space.
There they were greeted by a pleasant and attractive older woman in a
beautifully fitted black A-line skirt, black patent high heels, the sheerest
of seamed tan stockings, and an off-white silk blouse. A string of choker
pearls circled her neck and matched her pearl stud earrings. Her make-up
was flawless, and her platinum blonde hair was done in a tight bun that
would have given her a severe look were it not for her full and beautiful
smile.
"Oh, welcome to Stein's ladies," she said with a lilt in your voice. "You
two look fabulous. Really. I just love those dresses. You hardly ever see
mother and daughter dresses anymore, but I think it's just delightful. I do
hope you two are the start of a trend." The woman craned her neck to get a
look at Frankie.
"That's so sweet of you to say so," Lisa gushed. "Well, it's our first-time
dressing and going out like this," she said as she lowered her sunglasses
and cast Frankie a sly wink. "But I must admit it's just wonderful. We're
definitely going to do this more often."
Lisa turned and looked at her now anxious son frozen where he stood by the
gaze of the older woman. "It's such a thrill to be able to dress my darling
Frankie. Sweetie, turn around and show us how cute you look in your dress."
Frankie was startled and only the large sunglasses he wore hid the surprise
in his eyes. Lisa stepped to his side and with a hand on his shoulder
gently turned the now thoroughly alarmed Frankie, so his bare neck and
shoulders were on full display.
"Just perfect," the woman said, "And even better on a warm day like this.
Sweetheart," she said looking approvingly at Frankie, "You are very lucky to
have a mother who takes such a great interest in making you look pretty."
The woman smiled broadly and met Lisa's nodding assent.
"So, I'm sure you'll want to take advantage of our special offer today.
Today we are offering half-price make-overs with our professional
stylist..." She paused for a moment and added almost breathlessly, "... and
with any make-over all Glow Brand cosmetics are a full twenty-five per cent
off the regular retail price."
Lisa feigned surprise. "Really, why Glow cosmetics are never discounted. I
must say that's quite a bargain. Isn't that wonderful, Frankie," she asked
without waiting for an answer. "You know, you could use some make-up... and
I know you'd love to have a make-over."
Frankie nearly swooned at the thought. He placed a hand on Lisa's arm to
steady himself, and said "Oh mother, I, I thought, we were just going to do
some shopping today." His mind raced for reasons he couldn't, he shouldn't,
he must not have a make-over. "Maybe some other time... you know, they must
already have a full schedule... we don't have time to wait..."
The woman from Stein's saw her opening and pounced. "Well, I just came from
the cosmetics counter and they had a cancellation. You can probably go
there now, and you won't have to wait for an appointment."
"Well then," Lisa said with a flourish, "that settles it. We'll head right
over to cosmetics."
The woman smiled broadly and looked at Frankie. "Wonderful. Lori is
staffing our cosmetics counter today and she'll do your make-over dear."
Frankie trembled in anticipation of this new humiliation and seemed to sag
where he stood. "Oh mother, I, I ..."
Lisa took the young man by the elbow, smiled sweetly, and nodded her head,
"I know, sweetie, it's wonderful isn't it? Every girl just loves getting a
make-over. It's wonderful to be pampered." Lisa looked back at the woman
from Steins and thanked her even as she steered her now thoroughly alarmed
son down the broad aisle and right up to the counter with its display of
cosmetics and perfumes and a tall high-backed stool positioned in front of a
lighted mirror.
Lisa slipped her sunglasses from her face and dropped them into her purse as
a tall, young, raven-haired woman with piercing blue eyes turned to face
them. She was wearing a peach colored shell blouse that was just sheer
enough to reveal traces of the white lace camisole she wore beneath, and a
very well-tailored pearl grey skirt with a grey suede belt.
"Hello Lori, I understand you are offering make-overs today as part of your
special offer on Glow cosmetics."
"Why yes we are," the girl said. "And you're in luck as I just had a last-
minute cancellation." She waved her hand towards the mirror and the stool.
Lisa gave out with a polite chuckle. "Well I hadn't planned on doing a
make-over today, but I'd love to have you do one for my Frankie." Lisa
slipped her arm around the skittish young man's shoulders and guided him
toward the stool.
"There you go sweetie. You just sit right down and have a good time. I'm
sure Lori will do a wonderful job. I can't wait to see how you look! Oh, and
when you're done, you just come right over to the ladies department. I will
be waiting for you and we'll do some shopping then." And with one more
gentle nudge on Frankie's shoulder, Lisa strode away.
Lori smiled and held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, ah, ah, is it
Frances or Francine?"
Almost by reflex the dazed young man took the outstretched hand. "Um, well,
actually, it's just a nickname, oh, it's, ah Frankie," he said in a voice
just above a whisper.
"Well then Frankie, let's get started and please do have a seat. May I take
your purse for you. I'll just put it behind the counter while we do your
make-over. Oh, and would you like to put your sunglasses in your purse?"
Frankie bowed his head and slipped off the large sunglasses, fumbled for a
minute with the clasp on his purse, finally opened it and then tucked away
the glasses. Lori took it from his outstretched hands and tucked it out of
sight.
Frankie reluctantly slipped onto the stool.
Lori put on a white jacket embroidered with the word GLOW over her left
breast, placed a few items on a tray and came around the counter.
"I'm going to start with these make-up remover wipes. Best to start with a
clean canvas, as they say. It's a great product because there's a little
baby oil in it and it's great for eye make-up and foundation, too. You
know, you're an 'autumn' type so the foundation you're using is little light
for you. Is this what your mother uses? I could use a bit of bronzer on it,
but I think we should start with a new base."
Frankie shuddered as she wiped away the make-up.
"Oh, and you don't really need to go with that bright red lipstick," she
said as she wiped the color off his lips. "I mean it matches your nails and
your dress -- it's a great color for your mother -- but you should use a
softer shade. Your dress makes is own statement."
A stunned Frankie nodded and sat stock still.
"You know you have good cheek bones, still we can do some contouring. And
your eyes are just great, nice and big and brown, but we'll do something
that will make them really pop. Eyes can be so expressive don't you think?"
Frankie was rigid with tension.
"We'll need to trim your eyebrows a bit too. They could use more of an
arch, I think. We can pierce your ears today, too. You know it won't take
but a minute and it's just twenty dollars if you buy studs."
It was more than he could take. Here he was, a young man, in public,
wearing a bright red sun dress, in a bra and panties and panty hose, with
polished nails, sitting at a cosmetics counter having a make-over.
Everybody could see him! Everyone who walked past saw him! It was all too
much for the now thoroughly agitated Frankie. His stomach churned.
He moved to slip out of the high seat. "Well, maybe this isn't such a good
idea. I mean, I really don't want a make-over. I never intended to go this
far. Oh, oh, I need to find my mother... No, no, I don't want this ..."
Lori was stunned at first. She had done everything to put him at ease. Then
a switch flipped. She felt a rising fury and a fiery determination she had
never known. This little man was not going to tell her what to do!
She pushed Frankie against the high back of the chair.
"Listen to me, sweetie," she snarled as she bent her face low to his.
"You're not the first guy who has come in here for a make-over. And I've had
plenty of guys come in here wasting my time saying they're buying make-up
and perfume for their wives or their girlfriends. And they expect me to
wait on them hand and foot and they walk out with one lousy tube of
lipstick. So that means I stand on my feet for hours, adhering to every
line of the Stein's dress code and their 'exquisite customer service' crap
and deal with every homely guy who wants me to help him look like a woman.
I work for minimum wage here and commissions. That's it. And, today, they
decide to have a make-over special that takes money out of my pocket.
"If you think you're leaving, you've got another thought coming. And,
you're going to walk out of here with a big bag of lipstick, blush,
foundation, eyeliner, mascara, lashes, shadow, perfume and anything else I
can think of to get a decent commission.
"And when I get done with you, you, little prissy panty boy, you're going to
be the most darling sissy ever."
Frankie swallowed hard and his voice was barely a whisper. "You're hurting
me," said plaintively.
His small injured voice shocked Lori a bit to realize how hard she had been
pressing him back into the chair. But she also immediately realized
something else. She was enjoying every minute of putting him in his place.
Frankie looked at Lori with real anguish in his eyes and she was quick to
respond.
"You're not going anywhere and we're doing this my way. Or do you want to
make a big scene here in the store and let everybody know you're a prissy
little sissy boy waltzing around in a dress so you can look just like mommy?
Do I make myself clear Frankie, sweetie?" she asked with a sneer.
Frankie nodded dumbly and Lori leaned back.
A couple of customers passed by with their noses in their phones, and Lori
quickly straightened up.
"Now that's better," she said gaily. "As I said, it's always best to start
fresh." She leaned towards the tray on the counter and removed a fat tube.
"I'm going to start with a little concealer. It's a nice base, too and I
can blend it with your foundation." she said professionally as she quickly
worked the concealer into his jaw line with a sponge.
"So, is this really your first time, Frankie?" she asked.
"Well, sort of, well it's the first time out like this."
Lori stepped back and looked at Frankie with a quizzical expression, "I
meant was this your first make-over. Oh, this really is your first time out
all dressed up, isn't it? But you've dressed before?"
"Yes," he said as a soft sob formed in his throat. He could feel a new wave
of humiliation rise up and it flushed his neck and colored his cheeks.
"You don't have much facial hair, but this concealer will do a good job
hiding it. You know facial hair follicles deepens the tone of the skin. So
you dress up like a woman at home?"
"Sometimes," Frankie admitted sheepishly.
Lori was enjoying herself and it wasn't just because she was doing a make-
over. She could sense his tension and anxiety and she was loving it.
"And you're so lucky your mother understands. You two look so awesome in
these dresses. They're really, really cute. You must love dressing up like
her... you started by wearing mommy's clothes, didn't you?"
Frankie nodded at the exposure of his secret shame. "I did, sometimes. But
I used to wear my sister's clothes..."
Lori was thrilled by the admission. She leaned back to her tray and
snatched up tweezers. With a practiced hand she began plucking at Frankie's
eyebrows. Frankie shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Lori felt another
surge of pleasure at his now obvious discomfort.
"So, let me guess, sometimes you wear some of your sister's clothes... and,
other times you wear some of your mother's things. Am I right?"
Frankie blinked half with assent and half with a now nearly constant fear
that she would pull all his secrets out, just as she was pulling out the
hairs of his eyebrows.
She leaned back and appraised her work. "And I guess they never knew you
were wearing their clothes. And it wasn't just dresses. I'll bet you put on
your sister's panties..."
Frankie gasped.
"I'll bet they were pretty panties. Nylon panties, so nice and soft. With
lace and, yes, probably some cute little bows. Perfect pretty panties for a
panty boy like you. Am I right?"
Frankie was in a state of shock and a small nod was all he could manage. His
cock began to swell in his panties now.
"I'll bet when you put on those panties you were sooo excited," she leaned
close to him again. "You got hard didn't you? And then you wore her bras,
and her pantyhose... I mean, I only ask because you're wearing pantyhose
now. And I think your shoes are cute, too. Do always wear flats and
pantyhose?"
"No," Frankie murmured softly.
Lori arched an eyebrow and took a step back as if she already knew the
answer.
"Most times I just have to wear high heels and stockings. I, um, well, I
borrow my mother's heels."
Lori patted his arm condescendingly. "Oh, I know just what you mean. I
just have to wear heels too." She raised one foot and showed off a smart
peach-colored pump. "My feet are killing me at the end of the day." She
leaned forward and whispered in is ear, "I take them off sometimes when I'm
just working behind the counter."
Lori worked quickly with foundation on his face and as she did so she picked
up where she had left off, prying one little secret after another from the
now dazed young man.
"Most girls I know couldn't be bothered with stockings. I mean with a
garter belt and all... so much easier with pantyhose. But you must love it,
wearing a garter belt with stockings... and panties... all those pretty
things..."
Lori felt him tense, but she continued to apply the foundation over the
concealer and up over his cheeks.
"... though I must admit that some lingerie is just heavenly and some," she
giggled conspiratorially as she leaned close to him, "is really sexy. Like
a matching set with a lace-covered bra, garter belt and panties. Maiden Mode
has some gorgeous lingerie. You know we sell that line here in our store."
The thought of it made Frankie's cock begin to stir even though it was
tucked into his panties and the pantyhose he was wearing.
"Yes," Frankie said, "I know. I mean, I, well, mother and I, well, we
bought Maiden Mode sets here."
"Oh," Lori said, "you accompany your mother when she buys lingerie. That's
sweet. You must enjoy it. Seeing all those pretty girly things up close.
I'll bet you wished you had some of your very own. That way you could get
all dressed up ... see how pretty you look.. . Don't you just love pretty
panties?"
Frankie shook his head. "Yes, well, I mean, no. You see, I don't go with
my mother when she buys her lingerie. I... I... oh, I came here with my
mother to buy my own panties, and..."
Lori paused with a powder brush in her hand. "Why you mean to tell me that
you don't wear your sister's lingerie. You have your own panties and bras."
"Yes," said a deeply chagrined Frankie. "You see, my mother told me I
couldn't wear my sister's clothes. I couldn't wear her clothes either. Oh,
see, I have to wear all my own clothes. Don't you see," he said as the
words caught in his throat. "I have to be dressed in all my own things.
Oh, I must be dressed from head to toe. That's what my mother said."
Lori nodded and picked up a new plastic sleeve holding a dozen eye shadow
colors and began working on Frankie's eye make-up. "Well, you look so cute
dressed up like your mother, honey. Such nice big girl look for the little
panty boy. So, you have your own panties and bras-- oh and you have
stockings, too, I'll bet -- but you got to wear your sister's dress today."
"Oh, no," Frankie said in an anguished voice, "this is my dress. My mother
made it for me."
Lori was more than bemused by the thought of this young man being cross-
dressed by his mother. She was more than fascinated. She was deeply
intrigued at how a dominant a woman could feminize a man. She found it
strangely thrilling and it stirred her in ways she was only beginning to
imagine.
"Look up. No don't tilt your head. Just raise your chin," Lori said in a
firm voice. "You have long lashes, but I think some mascara is in order
here... and eyeliner of course." She worked with a will now, and she knew
exactly what she wanted to do with the hapless Frankie's make-up. She did a
bit more contouring of the pretty boy's face.
"Hmm, so you have your own bras and panties -- your own lingerie and
undergarments. So aside from this dress, do you have your own clothes too?
You said you borrow your mother's shoes."
Lori snatched up her blusher and went to work on Frankie's cheeks.
"I well," Frankie said haltingly. "I do have a few things of my own. But
mother brought me here to shop for more clothes..."
"How nice. Mommy and her little panty boy are going shopping. By the way,
you do have nice high cheekbones... oval face, to... a lot like your
mother's. So, you got all dress up like a girl and now you're going to buy
more dresses. You'll need skirts too. And tops." The thought of him being
forced to wear nothing but women's clothes, of stripping away all his
manliness, filled her with satisfaction.
Frankie merely nodded. He crossed his legs and the sweep on nylon on nylon
sent a shiver of delight through him.
Lori continued her transformation and as a skilled make-up artist she knew
just what to do. With every new application she was delighted with the
power she had to transform him. "Oh, and you can't keep borrowing mommy's
shoes, can you sissy? No don't say another word. Just open your mouth a
bit... that's good... time for a little lip liner, honey. You will just
have to shop for shoes."
Lori lowered her voice. "To tell you the truth, the shoe department here
just sucks. You and your mother should go over to the other side of the
mall and check out the Wild Pair shoe store. They have some fabulous shoes
there.
"You wear heels you said. Hmm. how about a nice pair of stiletto heels? Or
maybe something with an open toe. Did you polish your toenails, too?"
Frankie gave her a little half nod in response.
"Now open your mouth a little bit, and we'll put some lipstick on you," Lori
said. She felt a wave of excitement ripple through her. Only a woman wears
lipstick, she thought, and now I am putting lipstick on this precious little
panty boy. When I get done, she told herself, he won't look like a man at
all.
"So sissy boy," she demanded, "are you getting all excited putting on make-
up... Hmm, do you have a hard-on?"
Frankie gasped even as he held his mouth open. Lori used a small brush to
expertly fill inside the lip liner with lipstick.
"Oh, I'll bet you're turned on right now. All dressed up--just like mommy--n
your bra and panties and your panty hose, too. Oh, and your pretty dress...
can't forget that sun dress now can we? And, how fun, you're going to shop
for even more dresses sissy. So, you can get dressed up every day." Lori
ran a hand over his nylon covered knee and quickly slipped it under his
skirt and stroked his thigh.
Frankie was wedged deep in the chair and every word she spoke seemed to push
him deeper and deeper. The crinoline brushed over his nylon covered knees
as he fidgeted in the chair. His now rampant cock bulged in his panties.
Lori pulled her hand out from under his skirt and put down the lipstick
brush. She took a step back and placed her hands on her shapely hips. She
leaned forward and spoke to him in a hushed voice.
"You know, I usually do these make-overs in 20 minutes, but, my my, how time
flies when you're having fun with a sissy. And, I'll tell you I did have
fun."
She lowered her voice and leaned close to his face. "When I went to
cosmetology school, I used to practice on my boyfriend. Strange thing is he
never objected. But I didn't have as much fun doing his make-up, though, as
I did yours. But that's going to change."
She straightened up and took up a tube of lip gloss and a brush. Frankie
automatically parted his lips.
"Just a bit more to make your lips look nice and moist and kissable. Guys
just love this look. Now. You go head a look at your pretty self, honey.
Just call it a celebration of a mother and son's day out and the very first
time mother's son went out in public all dressed up like a girl. Don't move
a muscle sweetie. I'll be right back. Because I have another surprise for
you."
Lori strode off and Frankie swiveled in the stool to face the lighted mirror
on the counter.
He stared in open-mouthed disbelief and not a sound got past his crimson
lips. It couldn't be, he told himself. It was impossible. His gaze was
locked on the lovely image in the mirror. The arched eyebrows, the oval
face, the high cheekbones, the big sultry eyes, the full painted lips...
The image staring back at him was, in every way, just a younger version of
his mother.
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