Photoshoot

[babycakes]

Thanks again Dara Janey!  I don't know how you manage to be a great story teller, terrific writer and so prolific. 

I have to agree with Andlat that it does seem there was no girl model all along.  It would make sense to use Brian as the model to cut costs.  But his mother does seem to be behaving a little harshly by quickly resorting to blackmail.  They need the money, period!  That's the photo shoot rationale and that's why he's being asked to step in as flower girl for ÂŁ100.  Would hope mom would be more understanding and emphasize the need for cash and using the pictures to confirm that Brian's identity will not be compromised.  There was no indication that Brian was a problem and therefore deserved punishment.  I did not see Brian's age stated but if he is at least 10 he can grasp the significance of needing to put food on the table and a roof over their heads.  Anna, however, seems to have ulterior motives.

Sorry to run on.  I get involved in well written, plausible stories.

[DaraJaney]

Anna came towards Brian with the flowergirl’s dress.  He looked at the horrifying pictures from his mortifying photoshoot that they were threatening to upload and sighed.  She threw the dress over his head and pushed his arms into the puffed sleeves.  His mother buttoned his dress up the back.  From a bag Anna pulled out the bonnet and pantaloons.  “Please no”, he begged, “not those!”

His mother moved towards the laptop and Anna placed the bonnet on his head without further protest and tied the pink ribbons tightly under his chin.  His mother held out the frilly pantaloons for him.  He hesitated in order to show some kind of resistance but had little choice but to step into the pantaloons and Anna pulled them up under his petticoats.  He squirmed when he saw that she had a pair of white ankle socks with pink lace around the tops which hadn’t been part of the photo shoot costume but all resistance was gone and he just looked on gloomily as she pulled them on both feet and fluffed the pink lace out.  Then pink t-bar shoes with little bows on the toes were strapped onto his feet.

Anna sent a text message.  His mother was just finished applying his foundation and blush when the door burst open.  The bride walked in wearing her white dress.  Brian was turned towards her and a basket of pink petals was pushed into his white-gloved hands.  “Oh he’s just adorable!”  Brian cringed on hearing that she knew he was a boy.  How many people knew?

The bridesmaids soon followed and were equally thrilled.  “How did you get him to wear it?” one of them tittered.  His mother closed down the top of the laptop with a click.  “Oh he loves wearing it don’t you?” she teased.  Brian just clutched his basket more tightly and looked at the floor.

His mother smiled as the bridesmaids fussed over Brian.  They tugged at his bonnet and smoothed his petticoats and fluffed out the lace on his pantaloons even more.  With her flare for fashion she could see that Brian’s bo-peep flower girl’s dress wasn’t a good match for the bride’s and bridesmaids’ sophisticated slim dresses.  Brian was also far too big and old – even if he had been a girl – to be a flower girl.  Luckily she had made the dress bigger than you would for a real flower girl because her original model had been 10 years old.  It was just a sample for a photoshoot.  She hadn’t expected it to be used in a real wedding but Brian was now being pushed out of the room by the bridesmaids and looked back in despair as he disappeared into the corridor in his bo peep flower girl’s dress.

Before he knew it they were in a car being driven to the church.  The bridesmaids sat opposite him giggling at his pantaloons.  “Such a pretty bonnet”, one of them teased knowing he must have been mortified and they sniggered some more.

Brian cringed once again when they pulled up outside the church.  The large crowd waiting outside pushed into the church on seeing the car arrive.  When he stepped out of the car the bridesmaids fussed over him, once again adjusting his bonnet, fluffing out his petticoats and tugging at this frills on his pantaloons and ankle socks.

The organ started up the wedding march.  The big doors were thrown open and the basket of petals was once again pushed into Brian’s hands.  He was nudged towards the centre aisle and one of the bridesmaids made a motion of scattering petals to show him what to do.

Another nudge and the crowd in the church turned as one and faced him.  There was no going back.  He couldn’t believe he was standing in front of hundreds of people in a bo-peep style flower girl’s dress complete with bonnet, pantaloons, frilly socks, pink shoes and lacey white gloves.  He was going to have to walk up the aisle along scattering petals and there was no way of avoiding it now.  He just had to hope that people didn’t know he was a boy and knew he had to do his best to look convincing as a girl.

Some of the older ladies smiled sweetly on seeing the pretty flower girl start to walk down the aisle casting the petals.  Others looked puzzled.  He noticed some little girls in the congregation as he flounced along, his petticoats rocking daintily.  They were making faces clearly surprised by the vision approaching them.

It was only then that it dawned on him that flower girls were always much younger than he was.  Not only was the outfit mortifyingly sissy but he was far too big and old for it.  He became aware of the sniggering and tittering from those who saw his dress as over-the-top or wondered how the bride got such an old ‘girl’ to dress in such a frilly outfit.  But he had no choice but to brazen it out and walk all the way down the aisle in his frilly flouncy outfit.

The bridesmaids followed him with the bride herself behind them.  Brian had to stand in front of the congregation in his flower-girl’s dress for the whole ceremony.  At least his bonnet shielded him from seeing and hearing a lot of the smirking and tittering around him.

After the ceremony there was no relief.  He was pushed into all the group photographs right at the front where everyone would be able to get the full benefit of his outfit from his pink bow-tipped shoes, through his frilly ankle socks, the lace frills of his pantaloons, his bulging petticoats, his puffed sleeves, frilly white gloves, crowned with his lace-trimmed bonnet.

There was even more tittering from the bride and bridesmaids when they insisted on being photographed with just the flower girl.  They were (he hoped) the only other people who knew he was a boy and they made sure the photographer zoomed in on Brian’s blushing face beautifully framed by his bonnet.  They got close ups taken of him on his own to make sure all of the detail of his frills and lace were captured.  He wanted to protest or resist but that would only draw more attention from onlookers.  He had to look like a happy flower girl, despite knowing that he was being captured on film for posterity smiling while dressed in the sissiest outfit ever.

[gunrunner]

Thank you, I'm really enjoying this story, and your others.  But I have a question. Which bathroom does Brian use when all that punch hits him? Does he need his mom to help hold all the petticoats up and help with the frilly undies? Maybe next time a diaper would solve this situation. 

[Sissy Poopsie]

I to am loving your stories.

Maybe his mommy can start to hire him out for brides unable to get a flower girl. I bet as a flower sissy girl for weddings he would be very popular.  :D

[sissy-philipa]

Photoshoot is an amazing story DaraJaney, I love it, thankyou for writing it and long may it continue.

Philipa x

[DaraJaney]

Brian’s mother was sure to let everyone know that she had made the Bo Peep style flower girl’s dress he was wearing.  She’d even brought her cards to distribute to those interested.  “Of course, I can make the same outfit in any size –this one is just particularly large to fit my special model.”  Brian cringed as the ladies tried not to smirk too much at the ‘girl’ who was much too old for the frilly dress.

When the crowd finally dispersed and Brian felt some respite, Anna announced “to the reception!”  Brian cringed.  “Please Mum!” he begged holding out his petticoats to plead to be let out of the outfit.

“It’s ok sweetie, you don’t have to wear that to the reception”, his mother assured him.  He breathed a sigh of relief.  But it was short lived.  His mother had brought the pink party dress for him to model for the rest of the day.

A dismayed Brian was pushed into the ballroom in his pink party dress with powder pink tights and his hair tied up in pink ribbons.  Once again his inappropriately juvenile and sissy dress got a lot of attention.  He had to endure ladies asking his mother all about his dress.  “Are the petticoats attached?”  “Where did you get those pretty tights?”  The evening seemed like an eternity to him.

When he told his mother he needed the bathroom she offered to accompany him – partly to make sure that he went to the right one – but also reckoning he would need some assistance with all those unfamiliar petticoats.

She steered him into the Ladies.  Brian cringed but had to agree that it was most appropriate under the circ-umstances.  He dived into a cubicle.  His mother waited outside listening with amusement to the rustling of organza petticoats and the little grunts of frustration from the wearer.  “Would you like me to help you out of your dress?” she asked when she figured he’d been tormented enough.  There was an audible sigh before he opened the door and came out.

She unbuttoned his dress and pulled it with the attached petticoats over his head leaving him squirming in a pair of pink tights, desperate to get back into the cubicle.  When he emerged having pulled his tights up again, she helped him back into his dress.  Then she needed to go herself and he just had to wait looking at himself in the mirrors and rearranging his ruffled petticoats.


A couple of weeks later his mother told him that she had arranged another photo shoot for her latest creations.  She had been working long days in her workshop and he hadn’t dared look in and be reminded of the dresses he had had to wear.  He looked at her warily.  Surely the model had recovered and his mother could get her again.

“I’m not spending going to spend an exorbitant fee on a model when you can do the job just as well.”  “No Mum please!”  But posting photos to the internet was mentioned again and this time she had photos of him in the Bo Peep flower girl’s dress smiling at the camera and out in public at an actual wedding.  Brian found himself being driven to the studio trying to ignore the bags of clothing on the back seat behind him.

He undressed as slowly as he could, putting off the mortifyingly inevitable.  He stripped to his shorts.  His mother pulled them down firmly and he squirmed in front of Anna trying to cover his embarrassment.  His mother wrapped a towel around his waist and he felt a little relieved.  She pulled the towel up through his legs and pinned it in place with two large safety pins.  His mother held the puzzled boy while Anna pulled plastic pants up over the nappy.  “What the ….?!!!”

His mother pulled a big pink baby-style dress from one of the bags.  Brian’s jaw dropped.  “Mum!!!”  “I’ve made these baby dresses in your size so you can model them for us.”  “No way!”  Anna grabbed his left wrist and his mother took his right wrist.  They both pulled short fingerless gloves over his hands that forced his fingers and thumb into a tight ball.  These were tied tightly as his wrists.

His mother held the pink dress up in front of him.  It flared all the way from the highly puffed sleeves to the lace trimmed hem.  It billowed over layers of petticoats.  There was a wide lace collar that ran over the shoulders.  With his hands disabled they had little trouble forcing him into the dress.  His mother buttoned it up the back.  Anna produced a pair of white tights and pulled them up his legs over his nappy.  Then his mother produced a matching frilly nappy cover and pulled it over the tights.

Brian tried to reach the little buttons at the back of his baby dress and could only barely reach them with his balled fists and could do nothing to unbutton it.  Then he looked in the mirror and saw that his petticoats only covered the top half of his nappy cover and all of the rows of lace carefully sown on to it were there for all to view.

He tried desperately to push his petticoats down.  “Don’t be silly dear.  I made your dress short specifically so that everyone can see the matching nappy cover.”  Anna placed a pink bonnet on his head and pulled the pink ribbons under his chin.  As she tugged on the ribbons the bonnet tightened around his head and the lace trim drew into his vision and restricted his view to straight ahead.  She tied the ribbon under his chin in a tight bow.

He tried to look to his mother to plead his case again.  He had to turn his head until the opening of his bonnet faced her.  The lace trim of his bonnet followed every move of his head.  His view of the world was framed in lace.

His mother was holding a large costume soother and pushed it into his mouth.  “Nnnnggghhhh!” he protested.  He spat the soother out.  “Tut tut”, his mother shook her head as she pinned the soother to the lace collar of his dress.  It hung there dangling on his petticoats.  His mother slipped the pink t-bar shoes on his feet and stood back to admire him.

Brian continued to squirm and tried to reach under his petticoats to push off the humiliating nappy cover.  But his hands could get no purchase in the disabling mittens.  “Sorry sweetie but we need the thick nappy to properly show off the nappy cover.”  She pushed his soother back in.  “It will be harder for anyone to recognize you if you have this in.”  He realized that she was right.  The mouth guard on the large soother covered his face from his chin to his nose.  He pouted as he accepted the soother.

His mother pushed him towards the studio and they tittered as he was forced to waddle by the thick nappy.  The floor of the studio had various baby paraphernalia.  A play-pen, baby bottle, rattles, blocks, plastic farm animals, dolls and cuddly toys.  Some of the baby toys were quite large and were presumably costume accessories for grown-ups.  It was decided that these and the larger dolls and cuddly toys could be used as they would be proportionally an appropriate size for the large baby.  He would look too large for the play-pen and the real baby toys.

A baby play-mat was spread on the floor instead of the play-pen and he was made to plonk down on it.  The thick nappy cushioned his bottom from the wooden floor.  They made him shake the large rattle and hug the larger dolls for the photos.  He desperately hoped that the tight bonnet and large soother would succeed in hiding his face.

[babycakes]

Again, AWESOME!