Photoshoot

[DaraJaney]

Brian’s mum had always been talented at making clothes but it wasn’t until his father left them that she decided to see if she could make money at it.  She had made several dresses and had arranged a photo shoot to put together a portfolio to show on a webpage.

She had hired a professional photographer and a 10 year old girl to model the outfits.  The photo shoot was to take place at the photographer’s studio and his mum’s friend Anna drove them there.

They were setting up when his mum’s phone rang.  Disaster!  The model had food poisoning and her mother couldn’t find a replacement at short notice.  The photographer shrugged.  He and his studio were booked for the whole day.  He would have to charge Brian’s mum regardless.

Brian noticed his mum looking him up and down.  He became to feel uncomfortable but hadn’t realized what she was thinking.  She reached into the bags and took out a sky blue dress.  She walked over to him  and held it up to him.  “You know I think it could fit you.”  Brian backed away hurriedly.  “No way!”  The photographer smirked.  Anna took the dress from his mother and pushed it up against him again.  “You know, I think it will”, she said firmly.

She took Brian’s hand and dragged him to the changing room.  “Mum, no please!”  She followed with the bags.  “Sorry love but we have to use this time today.  It will be a big waste of money and time if we don’t get it done today.”

Anna was already pulling Brian’s t-shirt over his head.  His mother unbuckled his belt as his arms were tangled in the t-shirt.  She pulled his trousers down.  “Mum please!  You’re not photographing me in a dress and putting it on the internet!”

“The photographer can photoshop them so you won’t be recognized.”  Anna pulled the blue dress over his head and his mother quickly zipped him up.  Brian cringed.  “Please no!”  But his mother was already flapping out a pair of opaque white tights and Anna pushed him down on a chair.

His mother left the room as Anna was pulling the tights up his legs and returned with a blond wig.  Brian drew some consolation from the fact that it would help to disguise him.  His mother pulled a wig cap over his hair and positioned the blond wig over it and clipped them together.  She tugged it this way and that until it was right.

Anna took out her makeup bag and started applying foundation to his face.  Then she powdered on some blusher.  His mother meanwhile was strapping a pair of t-bar shoes on his feet.

The pulled him towards the mirror as his mother smoothed down the flared skirt of his dress.  He looked at his reflection.  The blond wig and make-up seemed to do a good job of disguising him.  But he hated the dress.  It had a wide lace collar and rows of frills down the front.  It fitted him tightly and only went half way to his knees.  He grimaced at the sight of his long legs in white tights.

His mother pulled him out of the dressing room before he could protest and brought him in to the studio.  The photographer grinned at first but then gave a surprised look.  Clearly he thought they had done a good job.

His mother deposited him in front of the drapes and the photographer started shooting before Brian could say anything.  Anna tugged at his dress to get it to sit just right.  His mother adjusted his wig slightly.  The photographer barked instructions and before he knew it Brian was posing in the sky blue dress and tights and the camera clicked dozens of photos.  He squirmed a little realizing that he was being photographed like this.
The photographer made him pout, hold his skirt out , twirl and walk back and forth.  His mother and Anna looked on and were giggling.

It must have gone on for 30 minutes before the photographer said “ok let me check those photos now” and he went off to his studio.  “Can I take this off now?” Brian pleaded holding his skirts out.  “Not yet love, he may need to take a few more”.  So Brian stood around in his dress trying not to look in the mirrors but unable to avoid looking at himself in the dress, tights and wig.

Eventually the photographer emerged.  “OK those are fine”.  Brian breathed a sigh of relief.  “Next dress!” his mother announced.  He winced.  His torment wasn’t over.  He was propelled back to the dressing room where Anna had already hung up the pink party dress.  Brian cringed but was soon dressed in the flouncy creation which had layers of attached petticoats.  Anna unwrapped a pair of pale pink tights.  His mother tied his blond hair up with matching ribbons.

He was quickly propelled back into the studio clutching his short petticoats which rocked disconcertingly when he moved.  He had to go through all the poses again.  When he twirled his petticoats flew up and he desperately tried to hold them down but was sure his bottom in the pink tights must have been exposed.

After what seemed like an hour the photographer finally announced that he was off to check the photos.  “Right”, his mother said.  “This would be a good time to get something to eat, there’s a nice cafĂ© across the road.”  She saw the look of shock on Brian’s face.  “Sorry sweetie you’ll have to come as you are, he may need more shots of that dress.”

“Please mum no!” he begged as she held him firmly by the elbow with Anna joining her on the other side to brook no resistance.  He continued pleading until the door to the street was opened and then realized that further begging would only attract attention.

[miley]

Fantastic. Ty!

[sissykimmy1]

DJ continues to spoil us with more.  What did we do to deserve you, DJ?  You are a treasure. 

[DaraJaney]

Brian was pushed out on the street wearing the pink dress and powder pink tights and the door behind clicked shut.  There was no way back for him.  He desperately pushed his petticoats down as far as possible feeling the cool air circulating up under his dress.  He cringed as he realized just how attention-grabbing his pink dress was.  But his mother was leading him across the road.

He was mortified when the lady on the cafĂ© complemented him on his pretty dress.  His mother nudged him pointedly and he tried to smile and say thank you.  He attracted a lot of attention in the shop for his out-of-place pink party dress with petticoats.  He realized he was going to have to act like a girl as best he could.  He didn’t want people realizing that he was a boy in a pink dress.

His mother pushed him towards a booth and he tried to slide across.  But his petticoats caught in the narrow space and he had to stand up gather his petticoats and try again.  This time he succeeded in sliding across but spent ages trying to smooth out his petticoats under his bottom and then over his lap.

He couldn’t get out of there quickly enough but had to cross the now very busy street, once again attracting lots of attention in his eye-catching outfit.  He was actually relieved to be back in the studio.

Anna took the next dress out.  He recognized it immediately as a communion dress – all white with lots of lacey trimmings and layers of pink and white petticoats.  He cringed yet again.  Then his mother pulled out the veil and white gloves and he sighed heavily.

He walked quite gingerly into the studio in the communion dress, his veil fluttering behind him.  He was now wearing lace-patterned white tights and white shoes.  The photographer tried not to laugh too much as Brian stood there, his white-gloved hands pressed together in a praying action while his mother and Anna fussed over his veil and petticoats.  The photographer had a thought and went off to the costume and props room.

He returned with a white lacey parasol and white clutch purse.  Brian had to pose with the parasol propped over his shoulder and clutching the purse in his other hand.  His mother was delighted with the look.  Brian wanted to die.

“Only one more dress”, his mother tried to reassure him as he was waiting in the communion dress for the all clear from the photographer.  He couldn’t wait for the ordeal to be over.

The last dress was laid out in the changing room when he went in.  It was a bo-peep style flower girl’s dress.  He froze as he walked in the door.  The dress had big puffed sleeves and lots of ruffles around the hem.  Then he saw the matching bonnet which was resting on a wig holder.  He was puzzled to see draped from a hangar what looked like a pair of very frilly trousers.

Despite his protests he was soon pushed in front of the mirror wearing the dress with the bonnet tied firmly under his chin.  He looked gloomily at the frilly pantaloons that projected beneath the petticoats of his dress.  A basket of flowers was pushed into his hands.

Everyone in the studio tried to avoid laughing too much but their amusement was obvious.  He stood posing in his bo-peep flower girl’s dress looking out through the lacey frills of his bonnet and trying to push his petticoats down to conceal as many rows of lace on his pantaloons as possible.  He realized now what his mother had done.

If she had given him this dress to wear first, he would have run a mile.  But she put him in the least sissy sky blue dress first.  Then she upped the ante with the pink party dress and pink tights.  He would never have worn the Communion dress with veil and lacey tights first off but had been deliberately prepared for it with the sissy pink party dress. And then the parasol and clutch purse were foisted on him at the last minute.

So here he was mincing around in a pink flower girl’s dress clutching a basket of flowers with his mother constantly adjusting his bonnet and fluffing out the lacey frills on his pantaloons so that they would be prominent in the photographs.

He could see that Anna was looking thoughtful which made him worry.  How much worse could this get?  She held a whispered conversation with his mother while he desperately tried to get out of the bonnet, dress and pantaloons as quickly as possible.  But nothing seemed to come of whatever they were discussing and he was much relieved to be back in trousers at last.

Later it was mentioned that Anna was going to a friend’s wedding the following day and her friend had invited them to come as she’d had a couple of late cancellations.

Brian had no interest in going to a wedding but had little choice as his mum clearly was keen to go.  The following morning they drove a couple of hours to the hotel where Anna had a room booked for changing into her wedding outfit.

His mother hung his suit carrier on the back of the door.  “Now off you go and have a shower.”  He did as he was told and returned with just the towel around his waist.  Anna was there which made him feel awkward, almost naked.

His mother sat him on the side of the bed.  He clutched the towel around himself carefully.  “Anna had a very nice thought to help make her friend’s wedding day very special.  You see, she had no little sister or niece to act as flowergirl but really a wedding isn’t complete without one.”  Anna walked over to his suit holder, let it unfold to its full length and unzipped it.  The flower girl’s dress from the photoshoot burst out of the cover.

Brian’s jaw dropped.  He looked at the dress in disbelief.  Did they really mean …?  He looked at his mother.  She was looking at the dress and smiling and then she looked at him.  He jumped up.  “What?  No way!  You can’t be serious.”

His mother took a pair of white lace-trimmed panties and came towards him.  Anna took the dress out of the cover, its attached petticoats fluffed out when released.  Brian looked around for his clothes but they had been removed.

“She is paying us 100 pounds sweetie”, his mother told him.  He wouldn’t do it for a thousand pounds.  “Oh now be nice dear, it would really make her day.”  He couldn’t believe this was happening.

There was no way they were getting him into the dress.  “Sweetie, now you know we have hundreds of photos of you in the four pretty dresses.”  She turned her laptop to face him and he saw a portfolio of photos of him in the four mortifying dresses.  “If I just click on this, I could share them on your Facebook page.”  She moved the mouse over the “Upload” button.  “No!  Don’t!”  Brian blurted.  He looked at the flowergirl’s dress and cringed.

[Andlat]

Given just how quickly Brian is finding himself trapped, I suspect that there never was an original model for the photoshoot. Anna and his mother have had this planned this whole time!

[pierrylouys]

I think very soon he’s gonna be wearing nappies under the dress , because evebody love a baby flower girl heheh

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

This is another great story!

I think that a nice thick diaper an plastic pants are absolutely required to prevent Brian from soiling the beautiful flower girl dress with a nervous accident.

Will it just be a coincidence that the only plastic pants they could get on such short notice would be very noisy with each and every move Flower Girl Brian makes?