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***From FEMINET (at 408-335-4387 a recording will give you the BBS phone number)

CHAPTER FIVE
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"Jane!" retorted Linda, "lets not forget that Lori's a boy. He may look
like a girl and swish like a sissy. He may have his own pretty pink-lace bras
and shave his legs, but he's still a boy. Aren't you pet? And you don't want
to have anything to do with big mean nasty boys dressed in rough jeans and
flannel shirts. Do you, love? Give my pretty sissy chiffon and satin any day.
Our sissy-boy dreams of becoming the Class Princess, don't you, Loren? Now,
don't those panties look adorable, Jane? I know Lori is dying for more,
aren't you, pet?" Larry trembled with shame, and avoided acknowledging the
truth. Linda accepting his silence as a "yes".
"Now love, remember these pretty black-lace thigh tops that came with the
panties?", she giggled, "roll them up your long pretty legs for us". His
hands shook as he gathered the stocking, pooling it at the toe and slipping
it over instep, heel and ankle before slowly unrolling and drawing it up over
his slim smooth calf, dimpled knee and buttery rounded thigh. Mom and Jane
hummed their approval at the shamefaced pantywaist and bade him to don the
other one. His shame, the exhibitionism and silky stocking all conspired to
make his small, tucked penis turgid against the narrow lined cotton crotch of
the sexy panties.
Jane giggled, "Someday you'll grow into this", as she handed him the
shimmery strapless tube bra, edged in lace ruffle, that filled out the teddy-
hose set. Sissified Larry could only guess what mom was thinking behind her
smile, as he slipped his arms through and adjusted the bra left ward of
center the tiny red satin bow. He twitched as mom's hand expertly adjusted
the elastic bands to cup his girlish orbs to their full early-teen potential.
Wordlessly and red-faced, he accepted the pink lace anklets from mom and sat
to draw them on his stocking'd feet. Their double-row of lush ribboned lace
fell teasingly around his slim ankles. To Jane and mom's smiling and nodding
approval he stepped into the pink satin two-inch pumps he'd worn with the
pretty pastel party dress and stood up on trembling legs. Linda shrieked
approval as Jane handed the shapely sissy-boy an impossibly short black
stretch mini. It adequately covered the thigh-tops which reached to his hips
and hugged his derriere provocatively. The sissy was more relieved when mom
finally handed him his top than when he'd shimmied into the skirt, because
his girlishly round orbs, shaped by the snug, sheer elastic fabric, were more
symbolically effeminate whether trussed in a bra or not, than his shapely
nylon clad legs. He gratefully pulled the baby-soft pink angora top over his
uncombed and as yet unseen curls. The wide neckline and dolman sleeves sexily
slipping off a round unmuscled shoulder. By this time the sissy's tiny penis
throbbed in its lace confinement as the ladies squealed at his prettiness.
Jane slid a wide matching belt around his waist that looked half the width of
the skirt, accentuating it's shortness. Linda gently combed out his soft home
perm while Jane applied light touches of makeup transforming the pretty-boy's
face to that of innocent virginal teen. Larry caught his breath when he saw
the reflection of his bare shoulder peeking from the soft angora, through the
twinkle of gently mascaraed lashes, and subtle iridescent lids. He smiled
involuntarily at transparent red glossed lips that lushly parted revealing
his front teeth. His head spun. He wanted to slide his hands over the pretty
nymph in the mirror and at the same time wanted strong gentle hands to caress
every inch of him to appreciated his smoothness, the pretty softness of the
top and his slippery legs. He yearned to have his perfumed neck sniffed and
his sweet tasting lips touched by another tongue while feeling his calves go
taut from standing in the snug heeled pumps. He wished for gentle fingers to
tousle his airy curls and squeeze his already snugly held derriere through
the mini and lace panties. What he wanted most, shocked him, as he imagined
slowly revealing the pretty confections adorning him under his mini and top.
The heady sensations were making him dizzy and he sat down balancing himself
at Jane's makeup table. Jane stared at her feminized brother in amazement as
mom laughed, knowingly watching the panty waist slump back and gasp for air
rhythmically as his hips jerked and Lori squeaked a gasp. The panty waist
slumped and licked his fevered glossed lips as several waves of semen pulsed
hotly into his lace panties. When he opened his eyes and saw their looks he
leapt to his feet and scurried to the washroom. Linda laughed uncontrollably
adding to his shame as she kidded sister Jane that Lori just had her first
period. Almost instinctively, the sissy sat down on the toilet after lowering
his soiled panties. The laughing women waited while he shamefully wiped off
as much semen as he could with tissue. He stepped from the washroom with his
head hung and they made him reach up under his mini and slip the panties back
down, while they whooped at his girlish shimmying and the delicacy that he
held the panties with.
"Oh, sissy Lori wet his panties!" Jane squealed, "We can't have a pretty
young sissy parade about in a mini skirt and no panties", she laughed as she
handed him a pair of delicate ruffled leg panties, that they made him put on
in front of them.
"Oh, now that pretty Lori's soiled her panties, won't she have to wash
them, mom?", laughed Jane.
"Naturally. Pick up your bikini's pet and let's take them to the bathroom
sink", smiled Linda. After Larry'd washed and rinsed his panties, the ladies
led him downstairs. "Now Love, you'll have to hang them out to dry, won't
you", she laughed.
Larry's red glossed lips trembled as he tried to beg and stammer that he
couldn't go out into the backyard dressed in a mini and black lace stockings.
Jane took him by the hand, and pulled the tearful sissy-boy out the door,
into their back yard. Larry was numbed with fright and his heart pounded in
his ears. He could just imagine any one of their neighbors staring at his
pumps and lace ruffled anklets as he clicked his heels over to the clothes
line and stretched to reach and hang the shameful black lace garment with a
clothes pin. Despite his fear, a fresh breeze that licked his thighs and
darted through the angora top made his effeminate nipples harden. His limp
tool started to respond to the pleasurable clicks of his heels as he swished
back to the house. The feminized lad hoped that mom and Jane were finished so
that he could get out of these clothes. Linda Wand watched through the window
and laughed when Larry self-consciously tugged the hem of his mini down after
stretching to hang his panties. Linda winked at her pretty son and handed him
a soft drink when he entered the kitchen. He reddened and averted his
mother's approving leer. He was conscious of his accentuated breasts heaving
slightly against the perfumed angora as he gulped his drink.
Linda, feeling particularly adventurous, said, "How about seeing the
movie at the mall theater, girls"? Larry almost dropped his glass.
"Puh, please mom, not like this. If anyone saw me...", he begged, his
voice quavering.
Linda winked at Jane, who was giggling at her sissy brother's whimper,
saying, "Of course pet. It would be inappropriate to take you to a movie to
be ogled by every teenaged boy, dressed that way", and Larry's shoulders
slumped in relief. "Jane, couldn't Lori wear one of those pretty challis
skirts and a blouse?"
"Oh, mom, NO! Please!", he cried as he tried to slip by them and run to
hide his shame in his room. The delicate balance of his heels kept him from
resisting Linda's hand as it caught him by the wrist.
"Now pet, don't cry, we'll keep the boys from peeking under your skirt.
You wouldn't rather have me call that Tony boy over to take you out, would
you?", she laughed.
"Aw mom!" he cried, "you wouldn't to THAT!"
"Just try me", Linda coolly answered.
Lori was led back into the family room, while Jane raced upstairs to pick
out his outfit. She was back in minutes to watch her humiliated sissy brother
wiggle out of his mini and slip off the angora top. She laughed at his
effeminacy as he slipped off the lacy thigh tops and black tube bra.
Linda delighted at Jane's selection of Larry's outfit and they carefully
supervised and humiliated the boy for every involuntary effeminate mannerism
as he slipped into a pair of sheer, neutral panty hose; low heeled taupe
flats; paisley print challis skirt; slightly padded training bra and the
pretty blouse that Jane offered. Jane made him retouch his red glossed lips
and the skirted pansy trembled as they placed the lip gloss in a tiny
shoulder bag that they draped over his shoulder and across his right hip. He
fought to hold back tears as they helped him into a hip length leather jacket
and led him out the front door. An attractive woman and her two pretty
daughters leaving home for the evening. Larry was positive that everyone of
the neighbors saw him click down the sidewalk and around to the garage in his
skirt and bowed flats. He stood at the curb with Jane and prayed that mom
would hurry and drive out of the garage. Larry jumped with a start when
someone from behind said "good evening" as he passed. It was one of their
neighbors, Phil Harrod. He didn't skip a beat and kept walking. Larry was
relieved that he hadn't stopped to be introduced. Phil was about mom's age
and they occasionally barbecued with him and his wife Jean.
Larry loved the way breezes licked at his nylon dressed legs and felt
himself harden in the fresh panties.
The ladies had to nearly drag skirted Larry from the car after he
realized the number of people that were there. Clicking swiftly across the
lot in his girlish heels Linda and Jane caught up and reminded him that
"proper ladies" don't look back to see the source of a whistle or comment
unless they wanted to encourage the rude behavior. The feature was not yet
out and so their tiny group stood in the lobby with about fifty other people.
Larry reddened and tried to avert his face. With all those people and nothing
to do for fifteen minutes, he felt that every man and woman there was
scrutinizing him. He felt terribly naked in a skirt and flats and hardened
with every move as his thighs and knees slipped against each other. The
shoulder bag accentuated the girlish cones created by his training bra and
his soft curls licked the back of his neck. He started to feel hot and took
two steps to bolt towards the washroom before stopping abruptly. Jane and mom
looked at each other and giggled. They'd understood his predicament. He'd
almost run for the boy's room. "Jane, take your little sister to the ladies
room to powder her nose, dear", mom smiled, as Larry involuntarily followed
his sister to that never compromised sanctuary.
The sissy-boy was surprised by its size and decor. There were chairs, a
sofa and mirrors everywhere and he caught himself inspecting his sissified
form from every angle they allowed.
"You better start putting some gloss on your lips, Lori, unless you want
people to realize you're a little sissy-boy in nylons and heels", she
whispered. He obediently drew out his gloss from the bag and emulated his
sister, applying it with his little finger and pouting and puffing his lips
in the mirror.
"Why hello Jane!", startled Larry, as some friend of hers greeted his
sister. Larry's heart pounded like a trip hammer as he tried to act calm and
pretend that he was there alone. Of course, Jane couldn't give him that
pleasure.
"Sandy, let me introduce you to a friend of mine, Lori Stern", Jane
cooed. Awkwardly, Larry reached to shake hands, and quickly darted his hand
back when he realized that feminine etiquette called for a nod or smile.
Sandy and Jane looked at each other puzzled for a moment and then fell back
into conversation. Aside from going over him from head to toe to compare
herself to the fey, young slim-legged "girl", Lori was blessedly unnoticed by
them.
His fear subsided as they left the girl's powder room and clicked back
across the marble lobby to their mother, who admired her sissy's effeminate
measured step. Larry sensed other people glancing at them and, try as he
might, couldn't avoid every boy's smile, as they approached, causing him to
blush girlishly. He was very grateful for the knee length skirt. He sat
between mom and Jane during the movie and they kept stealing glances at him.
They reminded him from time to time to cross his legs femininely and to sit
up. As he watched the male lead in the teen-aged comedy embrace with the
pretty girls his cheeks smarted shamefully, and his breasts heaved as Lori
imagined himself as pretty as the girl on the screen. He was grateful that it
was too dark to see his crimson flamed face and turgid penis firmly embraced
in lace legged panties. When they got home, mom prepared a snack while Jane
and Lori undressed and hung up his borrowed feminine outfit. Jane then led
her sissified brother in his cami and tap pants back to the washroom to rinse
out his hose and Linda looked on approvingly and embarrassed the boy with
comments about his long pretty legs. This time sissy Lori was allowed to hang
his hose over the shower rod to dry. Although the women cackled as they
ordered him to pull his panties off the clothes line dressed in the cami-
panty set and mules.
The next day was Sunday. Thankfully, mom let poor Larry alone. After
church and lunch together, mom left for the afternoon to see friends. And
Jane, over chides and particularly pointed remarks about Larry's girlish
breasts and lack of masculinity left him and went out with her friends.
Larry was very relieved and left the house dressed in jeans, and pullover
sweater. He walked towards some friends homes rather selfconsciously,
glancing down from time to time from fear that he might be wearing the pink
pumps or stockings. More than once, he nearly bolted home because he couldn't
remember if all the makeup had been removed. The soft perm had uncurled in
the shower and he'd spent a fair amount of time styling it boyishly. At the
neighborhood park he met some friends and played touch football until late
afternoon.
Dressed in his boy clothes cleared his mind. He wanted to look and act
macho and with his friends, whistled and leered at the girls who happened
through the park. He was as fascinated and lured by their girlish sway in
school girl heels and pretty stockinged legs as were his friends.
One particularly pretty classmate captivated him. Dawn, who was about his
height with lightly curled shoulder length dark brown hair. She wore a knee
length pleated jumper; navy knee socks; and shiny penny loafers with bright
pennies in the slots. He hardened as he imagined himself running his hands
over her small breasts and loved the way her lip gloss shined in the autumn
sun. There was a tiny thought in the back of his mind that was equally
pleasurable. He imagined himself dressed the same way, flashing bare, chilled
crimson knees at admiring boys and talking with other girls about dresses and
makeup.
When he got home, no one was there. After a soft drink he flipped on the
TV and went upstairs to his 'girls room'. He leapt out of his jeans and
ripped open a new bra and panty package, nervously slipping the garments on,
imagining all the time he was Dawn. He drew on a pair of stockings not
bothering to look for a garter belt in Jane's room and fell back on his bed,
pretending that dawn was being slowly undressed and caressed as he jerked his
hard pink rod to orgasm. As he came he arched his back and gasped slack
jawed, at the violent spurt that arced and struck him on his chin and face.
He relaxed and fell back, knees bent and legs spread. Running his tongue
across his dry lips he licked and tasted his own sperm, that pleased him with
its saltiness. He cleaned up and changed and went back to the TV. When the
key jangled in the door lock and his mother strode in smiling at him, his
heart seemed to stop for a moment as he braced himself for a humiliating
barb. None came, to his relief, as mom started preparing a light dinner. The
sting came a short time later, while he watched TV with his mom in the
kitchen. Jane breezed in and said, "Hi princess!" Larry wanted to slide out
of the kitchen and shot his sister a hateful glare. She twittered, "Aw, baby-
doll, what's the matter? Run a stocking? Slip showed?"
"Mom!", Larry protested.
"Hush Loren. Jane's only kidding. We both know you didn't wear stockings
today, did you dear?"
Larry was fearful that any outburst might cause him to play dress-up with
them and he hated their humiliation.
"Mom. That high school Halloween dance is less than two weeks away",
reminded Jane, as she leered at the red faced sissy-boy. Larry's eyes darted
nervously between his mom and sister to gauge their reactions. He trembled at
the vulnerable effeminate outfits that he imagined they might force him to
wear. Linda smiled enthusiastically at Jane, and Larry cringed as his
tormentors casually tossed ideas in his presence: "Larry'd look really pretty
in your strapless red bustier and the handkerchief hemmed black chiffon
skirt. Back seamed black sheers and the black sequined sling sandals will
drive the boys wild", Larry shivered as he imagined a mob of boys
taunting,leering and touching him in the skimpy outfit, as he tried to
skitter away in high heeled sandals. "How about that pretty nautical, double-
breasted shirt dress? He'll be darling in navy & white spectator pumps, sheer
white stockings, crocheted gloves, and that pretty ribboned straw boater. Of
course, Loren would probably rather play the tart, wouldn't you, pet? His
smooth pretty legs would look great in your black leather mini. He'd wear a
sheer black body stocking, opened toed pumps, and sheer ruffled wrist length
gloves. I think he'd be really pretty if we redden his nipples and paint his
nails. Wouldn't you just love a perm Larry? The sissy was startled from his
fantasy by the question and managed to stutter a frightened "n-no no!" Linda
laughed, "Of course Jane, maybe we shouldn't make your little brother too
coquettish. The boys will smother him".
Jane squealed, "I think we have to worry about keeping Lori away from
them!" Larry cringed in crimson shame. Now they imagined him saucily teasing
boys. He realized that he was embarrassed because their guess wasn't too far
off the mark. All of the fantasizing he did in slippery slithering sheer
nylon and demure heels centered on the admiring and approving stares of other
boys and envious girls. He'd get erect staring at his shapely heeled legs and
delicately curved calves dressed in sparkling black sheer hose. He loved the
girlish jut of his breasts. He was more girlish than many girls. It was
thrilling and frightening; showy and shameful; dressed but very revealing;
naughty; sexy; docile; compliant; soft. . . He was shamed as his tool
throbbed in satin french-cut panties.
Monday morning. Larry was out of bed early. Dressed, he was bolting to
the door when Mom stopped him.
"Be home right after school, love!", she ordered, causing the sissy-boy's
knees to get wobbly with fear. Her words kept him hopelessly distracted from
his classes. He daydreamed that he at the party, and imagined how a boy might
hold him close in a slinky dress while everyone laughed and called him sissy-
pants or faggot or... Did girls really suck their boyfriends cocks, he
wondered, shamefully picturing their neighbor, Tony, offering him his hot
throbbing meat. The bell rang sharply at three, electrifying him. He feared
that if he delayed getting home that mom and would create some particularly
embarrassing punishment for him. As his trembling hand turned the front door
knob, he froze. Mom and Jane beamed at him. They were waiting! He felt
trapped. "Loren pet, up to your room and out of those clothes! Then into that
tub. We've got places to go!", she beamed enthusiastically. He slipped into
the warm, girlishly perfumed bubble bath. "Now what?" he wondered. Jane
walked in, "out of the tub pansy. Mom let me pick something really pretty for
you. I sure you'll love it. I know the boys will!, she giggled. He covered
himself as well as he could with the bath towel from Jane's view. Jane pulled
him by the wrist before he could wrap the towel around his waist and he
demurely covered his genitals as she led him to her room. Mom was already
there, fussing with what he guessed would be his outfit. Jane handed him a
teeny stretch lace brief. he turned from the beaming women and shimmied into
the immodest garment. He breathed a sigh of relief when mom handed him a
short sleeved white cotton polo shirt, that he quickly slipped over his head
hoping that they'd skip a bra. "Aw mom!", he protested as Jane leered and
handed him the next garment; madras, pleated and cuffed bermuda shorts in a
very thin fluid silk. Very girlish, and on him, effeminate from a block away.
"Now, Loren. Today you're "anybody's guess". Pretty-boy pansy or young girl.
How you act and carry yourself will decide how people read you. If you sulk
around, everyone will laugh at sissy-pants, Loren. If you send a sweet demure
signal, that's feminine and gentle, no one will doubt for a minute that
you're a pretty teen named Lori. You're on a tightrope this afternoon, pet.
You decide. Now, no bra today. You're getting fitted for your first pretty
miss-teen trainer style at Field's. His finger & toe-nails were painted a
delicate transparent pink and he got a pair of Jane's burgundy penny-loafers,
with sparkling new pennies, for his feet. It's color matched the expensive
belt-wallet, that kept him sufficiently androgynous, and therefore extremely
uncomfortable. He secretly wished that he was clearly boy or girl, and not
something in between. Mom and Jane kidded him mercilessly as they ordered
him to the dressing table. Jane took a special delight with his make-up,that
she made faint but obvious: Lori's lashes were thickened, curled and
lengthened with clear mascara, that glistened and made them flutter; by
itself, innocent, a pretty boy with effeminate long lashes. Next came an
innocuous dab of transparent blush. Alone, radiating a healthy complexion.
The faint pass of pink tinged gold eye shadow was only noticeable under
bright or sun light. Jane artfully connected these feints with clear pink
gloss that she carefully shaped. Not too much, but enough to brighten Lori's
lips and make them seem wet. An incredible temptation. Pretty-boy without
equal. Effeminate and sexual. A strong signal to any teenaged boy, of a
pretty, just developing girl. Light, airy, and starting to practice pubescent
sultriness. "I'm soon to be available", his bare shaved pink legs offered
with their smooth girlish curves. The sum of the makeup said "pretty
girl" at ten feet; "anybodies guess" at five; and "sissy-boy" face up, unless
he unselfconsciously acted the submissive femme that the women dressed him
as. Larry was embarrassed. Any false, boyish move pegs him a pansy. With
just a slight feminine touch, he though he could make people believe, "pretty
girl". But doing that would confirm he was a sissy to anyone who might
recognize him. A boyish stride and swagger would probably make people stare
if not openly giggled at the little "pussy-pants". He wasn't disguised, but
simply feminized. For once, oddly, Larry was relieved instead of embarrassed
that his breasts were soft, round and a touch pointed. Linda and Jane laughed
uncontrollably at their androgynous creation as Jane suggested a baret for
Larry's banged, blunt-cut tresses and Linda mused how pretty their sissy-boy
would look with some red-washed highlights in his thick brunette hair. They
settled on a thin braided leather ankle bracelet and Linda teased that for a
pretty dress a thin gold ankle bracelet with tiny dangling hearts awaited her
son's sleek nylon clad leg.
The walk from the mall parking lot taught Larry just how naked a girl
feels in a breeze wearing snug lace panties and silk shorts. His smooth pink
calves glistened in their nakedness and drew a whistle from a boy in a
passing car and several smiling looks , that Linda and Jane teasingly
noticed, as they walked to their first stop, a bridal and formal dress shop.
The saleslady smiled and greeted them without a double-take, as the girls led
their feminized charge through aisles of dresses that they made him take off
the rack and hold to himself as they commented or looked at others for
themselves. Larry was holding a strapless tea-length ivory lace dress to
himself near a window and holding out the full skirted hem as Linda ordered
when he noticed two boys in the mall giving him a hungry leer. He was so
flustered that he dropped the dress and involuntarily moved his knees
together as if he were standing there naked, surprising Jane and Linda
momentarily. When they saw the two boys nearly doubled over at the response
they'd baited Lori for, Linda shot them a smiling but reproachful glance.
Larry was horrified and felt set-up. He nearly burst into tears as Jane and
Linda stifled giggles, and the boys walked off to avoid looking like peepers.
Larry trembled as he lifted the dress and a saleslady appeared to help him
slip it back on the hanger. She smilingly peered over her half-lenses and
smirked at the sissified boy and her snap recognition that this was a very
special "miss". She smiled and winked at Jane and Linda and Larry wanted to
melt into the floor in his red-hot shame at the mutual secret the three women
now shared. Now he was a sissy that was being treated like a girl, and they
knew that he knew.
She sweetly asked Linda, "Is this a special occasion that you girls are
shopping for? We have some very pretty new stock with matching mother and
daughter dresses", she smiled at Lori, who averted his glance and stared down
at the carpeting, as she led the procession to two dress racks marked "Mom
and daughter".
Linda nodded as the woman asked, "will this be a daytime affair"? She
lifted a chiffon print of pale fall colors with a dropped waist, full multi-
layered swishy skirt and elbow-length sleeves for Linda in her size. When she
noticed mom's favorable impression she quickly lifted two matching girls
dresses in Jane and Larry's approximate sizes and handed one to Jane. Larry
stood gape-mouthed as Jane held her's to herself and the saleswoman giggled,
"now here love, it won't bite, show mom and your sister how pretty yours
looks", as she held it against the limp, shamed sissy. Of matching chiffon,
they were significantly different than mom's. Jane's had a modest jewel
neckline while his was more adolescent; undarted for small breasts, a lace
collar and matching ribboned sash that appeared to tie in a large bow. Jane
squealed in delight. And although mom gave the sales woman a restrained
smile, she brightened as Jane's suggested that they could wear them to Mom's
annual office Christmas Party and take a formal portrait. Larry's thoughts
turned to mush as he imagined all their relatives getting a framed 8x10 copy
of mom and her pretty daughters posing in matching dresses. No doubt to be
displayed to giggled whispers at "what a perfect pansy Larry had become". No
more hanging around with the men after family dinners to listen to their
masculine banter. He'd be pirouetting for the ladies in heels and ribbons as
their new dress-up baby-doll, while the boys flipped coins to bet the color
of his matching bra and panties.
"Loren!" mom said sharply, as the three women smiled at him, "Miss Cray
will put you and Jane in the same dressing room to try on your frocks. Quit
daydreaming pet, and pay attention to her". Tears almost welled as Jane led
him to the spacious room and ordered him to strip as she was doing.
"Now step out of your loafers, Lori so you don't soil the hem when I help
you slip the dress on". She giggled at his soft girlish figure standing only
in white lace panties that showed a small bulging protrusion that was the
base of his tucked penis. Larry tried to fold his arms to conceal his
nakedness but that only accentuated his soft girlish orbs, so he waited as
Jane slipped into her dress and he zipped up her long back zipper. Jane
unzipped his dress and he stepped bare footed into the nearly weightless
chiffon that Jane quickly drew up over his chest. The thin chiffon was so
sensuously slippery that his nipples immediately hardened and protruded
through the thin material. Jane laughed," we'd better get you a smooth cup
bra really quick", as she deftly drew up his back zipper and fluffed out the
billowy skirts. The fitted bodice sharply focused his feminine chest as Jane
expertly tied the ribboned waist into a large bow on Larry's right hip. There
was a slight tap at the door and then mom and that Miss Cray swept in to
admire mom's pretty girls. Miss Cray had a matching bowed headband that she
deftly slipped on him as Jane adjusted hers. Seemingly from nowhere she
handed him pretty gloves that matched Jane's. Mom was gloveless. After
speaking a few words with mom she quickly returned with two pairs of low
heeled peau de soie pumps. Larry was the only one barefooted so she handed
him a pair of neutral knee-high stockings to slip on first. He trembled in
embarrassment as the three women watched him sit down on a low padded bench
to slip on the hosiery. He was about to stand up and step into the pumps when
Miss Cray corrected him to sit and slip them on his feet. Mom and Jane nodded
approval as the sissy delicately lifted the pumps to his dangling feet before
standing. He bolted upright and nearly fell as Miss Cray took his arm to
steady his balance in the two inch heel. As mom swept back into the showroom
he meekly followed Jane to the wall length mirror as the several other ladies
in the store beamed approvingly at the pretty procession. A mortified Larry
stared at his ribboned sash and grew terribly excited from the slippery swish
of the skirts as he was told to turn around and walk the length of the
viewing area. For a moment he forgot his utter shame and secretly wished he
were wearing pantyhose and a bra to heighten his charged sexuality. He jerked
back to the present when Miss Cray commented that of course Lori was not old
enough for the heeled pumps but that it was "very high time indeed, for that
young miss to wear a proper bra. She 's really showing a lot for her age."
Larry blushed and the ladies giggled at his perceived eagerness.
As he changed back into the silk shorts and polo shirt his ears rang with
mom's words, "we'll take them, aren't my girls adorable!"
"What a pretty picture they make!" needlessly added that damn Miss Cray.
Well, it was a long way to Christmas, Larry hoped.
Mom paid for the three dresses and off they went in search of Field's and
the foundation department. Lori kept himself far behind, hoping to slow down
mom and argue his side for not buying him bras and panties "in front of
everybody". She soon noticed his shuffling reluctance and the three of them
stopped for an animated conversation. To a casual observer, just a typical
mom & daughter discussion over some frivolous matter. In fact mom was
suggesting that they might just put him in a dress for school tomorrow if he
didn't obey them. So with tear reddened eyes they entered Field's nylon and
lace jungle. He was meekly led to a counter headed "personal fitting", and he
blushed as mom announced with some pride and he felt rather too loudly
that,"my daughter needs to be fitted for her very first bra". The saleswoman
beamed at him without the questioning glance of that awful Miss Cray, and
said, "won't you ladies follow me to the fitting room"? Jane gently pushed
him along and after the saleswoman left to get her tape, mom urged her
budding panty-waist out of his polo shirt. he stood naked, with his hands
clasped in front of him when the saleswoman entered, and jerked around in
fright when she smiled at him. "Now now, Loren (she knew his name!) it just
us women in here. No need to be embarrassed. You'll be doing this for
yourself for the rest of your life. My! Aren't we developed", she beamed as
she slipped the cool tape around him and across the center of his nipples,
holding it lightly. "Thirty four inches. That's a very good start, young
lady. Your lucky to have a very wide choice. Some girls wear little thirty-
twosees for quite a time before they grow in to grown-up styles", she kept
pattering as the tape fell below the orbs and against his rib cage. "Well,
well. Almost an A-cup. Some of the pretty, stretchy A's will fit but if your
mom wants a fitted garment we should start with some lovely double-A's. Won't
that be nice? Linda smiled, "Of course, for school Loren should have some
smooth cup double A's, or the boys might never take their eyes off her". He
blushed as the saleslady led him to a rack and mom helpfully offered, "just
pastels, pet, so they won't contrast"! Larry was stiff with shame and stared
downward as the saleslady continued her patter to him while slipping
different bras off their hangers and holding them up for him to examine and
approve. "Do you like this deep cut, Hon"?, she winked, as Larry tried to
supress the tremble in his hands as he fingered the delicate wispy garments.
"Now this one has a front closure as well. Your mom might think it's a little
too provocative, but let me handle it. It's really much easier to dress until
you get the knack of the back closing hook and eye. Pink really looks pretty
on your olive skin. I'll bet it's your favorite", she winked, as Larry gave
her a red faced, tentative nod. "I thought so", she beamed. Just wait till I
show you mom some of the dreamy matching panties". Suddenly, Jane perked,
"Mom! Lori should really get a padded push-up for her costume next week,
don't you think"? Larry wanted to melt as the saleslady beamed, eager to
make a sale and please the pretty girl and her mom and older sister. "Oh?
What color? We have such a large variety, she'll be darling. What are you
dressing as, hon"? The "hon" business was starting to grate on the
effeminate sissy-boy. He darted a quick pleading look at mom and Jane who
were enjoying his squirming as much as dressing him in public. "Well, there
are two possibilities, really. Jane has a strapless chiffon junior prom dress
that's about mid-calf. Lori thought she'd look pretty with a crown as a
pageant contestant but I thought that with a wand she could be a fairy. But
Jane really feels that we might take in the bodice of her candy-striper dress
and raise the hem to mid-thigh, for a sort of tarty candy-striper. Lori could
wear some spiky pumps and really look sexy. Wouldn't you like that pet"?
Larry just blinked his eyes in fear and shame. Linda sensed his panic and
added, "well, the candy-striper is just an idea". Now the saleslady was
giggling, sharing their secret plans, "I'm sure every young man at the party
will want his temperature taken. You really have pretty legs, hon. If mom
dresses you up in pretty sheer white hose, every eye will be on you"! Larry
blushed and felt his small tucked penis harden in the lace panties. White
looked really pretty on him and he imagined the way they'd look in slippery
white hose and spiky pumps. Wicked. Really wicked. The saleslady turned to
mom,"well now that you finally gotten her in here", she said for Larry's
benefit, "your not going to let this young lady leave braless", she feigned
with shock. "Come back to the fitting room darling, when you've picked one".
"Jane and mom held their breath as Larry numbly picked through the dozen
starter bras, finally settling on a pretty white lacey cup with a front
closure, that he felt closely matched his panties. Mom nodded approval. Both
she and Jane realized their sissy-boy wanted to "match". The saleslady
brought in several strapless and strapped bras, in white, pink, blush, and
ivory. She eagerly explained to the sissy-boy the principles involved in
padded underwired bras as she adjusted straps. "Now hold out your arms", she
beamed. "These really pull you in and hug you to make the most of what you
have". No kidding. The underwires generously corraled his fleshy girlish orbs
while the elastic netted side straps pushed every milimeter of his baby fat
out from his arm pits and into the waiting lace cups. But the pads! Wow!
Larry shamefully thought, the soft satin pads pushed everything from the
bottom upward. When he looked down he saw breasts nearly as large as he
imagined Jane's. The lace cups stretched giving the illusion that they were
packed to capacity. He had cleavage! He nearly cried with shame and delight
as he saw young proud nipples jutting straight ahead. He slipped the polo
shirt over his head and confirmed the girlish stretch across his newly grown
breasts. "Whoa, baby"! Mom giggled. "I want us to get out of this mall alive.
Twenty panting boys won't fit in our car", she laughed, joining the gigles of
Jane and the sales lady. "Of course hon, this soft cupped lace you had on
before is just right she offered as she deftly sprung the hooks of the tarty
padded boy-killer. Larry watched his orange sized tits go slack and got a
sensual thrill as the lace enveloped and defined his modest natural
endowement. Mom picked another padded strapless from the saleslady and Larry
picked up the near dozen bras and carried them to the register. If he'd been
a pretty androgynous boy-girl when they entered the lingerie department, he
was just as surely a pretty developing teen as they left. He kept looking in
the mirrors and widows as they passed out of the store at his new feminine
form, fascinated by the thin strapped outline under his polo shirt. Shamed
yet curiously proud, at one turn he feared running into his friends, yet
eager to strut his sissy-tits for all they were worth.

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