Got the measure of him

[DaraJaney]

Firstly, there will be no nappies in this story.  Just lots of frills and excitement (I hope).

Secondly, I'm happy for people to comment whether it's criticism, praise, suggestions or whatever.  As long as it's respectful of course.  Everyone is entitled to their view and taste.

As others have said, writers usually have a pretty good idea where they want the story to go so suggestions are not often taken up but sometimes it's possible to take a little detour.  And I'm sure that contributors often get a little thrill from their suggestion (and sometimes no doubt from their criticism ;) ) so go for it.

Enough of that ... the story!

Frank had showered, getting ready in their aunt’s house for the wedding rehearsal.  He wasn’t looking forward to having to wear the embarrassing suit they’d had specially made for him with a cute floral waistcoat.  His younger sister Angela wasn’t any happier about the junior bridesmaid dress she was going to have to wear.  She hated dresses and skirts.  That was his only consolation – she was going to be even more embarrassed than him.  They were under strict orders from their mother that they had to be good for their cousin’s big wedding day.

There was some kind of delay and their outfits only just arrived from the bridal shop in time for the evening rehearsal.  Frank picked up the shirt and frowned.  It didn’t look big enough.  He tried to get his arms in but it definitely wasn’t his size.  He examined the trousers, put one leg in and confirmed that they had obviously got his measurements wrong.  Had there been a mix-up between centimetres and inches?  Anyway, he clearly couldn’t wear it.  He smiled as it looked like he might be reprieved from having to wear the corny outfit.

“Mum!”  He heard his sister calling from the other room.  They came into his room.  He cringed a little being just in his briefs.  “Something’s definitely wrong!” his mother fussed.  “You are right.  The dress is too big for you.”

“Really?” Frank added “this suit is too small for me!”  His mother looked cross.  “What happened?”  Then she had a thought.  “Is it possible they mixed up the two measurements?”  Frank shrugged.

“Here try this on”, his mother urged him, holding up the powder pink dress.  Frank backed off, mortified at the idea.  “No way!”  “I just want to see if that’s what’s happened”, she assured him.  “Have they got the measurements the wrong way around?”

Running out of patience she threw the dress over Frank’s head.  “Mum!” he protested as she pushed his arms into the sleeves.  He could hear Angela giggling.  His head emerged at the top and his mother pulled the dress down and started buttoning it up at the back.

“That could be it!” she decided as it buttoned up neatly against his back.  Frank tried to push down the billowing dress which had lots of layers of petticoats.  Angela was still giggling.  “It looks too short though”, his mother decided.  The dress flared from breast level and Frank couldn’t really see how short it was below the flared petticoats.

His mother picked up the white tights from the box.  “Let’s see if these fit you.”  “No!” She pushed him down on the bed and started pulling the tights over his feet.  “Don’t fuss.  I need to be sure what’s happened before I get on to the shop about it.”

Frank frowned as she pulled the tights up over his bottom.  “They do seem to fit you”, she observed.  Angela was holding her sides laughing at her brother in the pink dress and white tights.  “What’s this?” his mother had returned to the box.  She held up a pair of powder pink matching panties that had rows of lace across the seat.  “We didn’t order these!”  “Maybe they decided that the dress was very short and needed these”, Angela suggested.

In a flash her mother was pulling the matching panties up over Frank’s tights.  “Hey!  Stop it!”  But they fitted perfectly.  She pulled him to his feet.  She made him twirl.  His petticoats fluttered up.  “Yes they do show!”  Frank pushed his petticoats down as quickly as he could.  Angela had her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh too much.

“And we didn’t order these for you”, her mother added, picking up a pair of ankle socks with powder pink lace around the tops.  “We ordered pairs for the toddler flower girls but thought you were too old for them”, she told Angela.  “Do these fit him too?” she wondered.

Frank sighed as she pulled the lacey socks over his feet.  There was no stopping her.  Angela offered the pink t-bar shoes that were at the bottom of the box.  Her mother strapped these on his feet.

She stood back.  “The whole outfit seems to be made to your measurements!  Except that the dress is so short.”  “And this seems to fit me!”  Anglea was buttoning up his shirt and when she pulled the trousers on, they fit her perfectly too.  Her mother helped her on with the waistcoat and it buttoned up snuggly.

She looked at her watch.  “6pm.  The shop will be closed by now.  You’ll just have to go to the rehearsal like this and we’ll sort it out tomorrow morning.  “What?!  No way!”  Frank reached up to the buttons at the back of his dress.  They were small and fiddley.  Angela laughed looking under the front of his dress.  His frilly panties were obviously showing when he reached up.  He dropped his arms quickly and pushed his petticoats down.

His mother pushed a straw basket of rose petals into his hands.  “You’ll need this.”  She was pushing him towards the door.  Angela was eagerly putting on the shoes for the boy’s outfit.  “Please no!” Frank begged.  “I warned you not to do anything to spoil Marie’s big day, now do what you’re told!”

Frank sat in the back of the car amongst his petticoats clutching the basket, unable to believe that he was being driven to the wedding rehearsal, where all his relations were going to be, in a powder pink junior bridesmaid’s dress with lots of layers of petticoats, white tights, matching panties and pink shoes!

[Andlat]

My goodness! Frank's mother didn't waste any time getting him dressed! It looks like Frank's in for quite the embarrassing evening, but at least everything will be fixed the next morning. It's not like he's a character in a DaraJaney story, after all!

[sissykimmy1]

Oh my. Pretty much a perfect start as far as I’m concerned. Can’t wait for more.

[krystalasbaby2017]

yes definately got to be more to come, switching clothing is idle....lol

[DaraJaney]

As they arrived outside the church they could see Marie chatting with her three senior bridesmaids, checking their dresses.  It had been a close run thing having the final fitting on the same day as the rehearsal but she was happy that everything seemed to be fine so far.

She watched as Angela stepped out of the car wearing the suit.  That was odd.  Then she saw her aunt pulling a very reluctant junior bridesmaid from the back seat.  That couldn’t be Frank desperately pushing down his petticoats could it?

“There’s been a mix-up!” his mother told her.  Marie tried not to laugh as she watched a mortified Frank walking towards her in the short pink dress.  “We’ll sort it out in the morning I’m sure but here we are for the rehearsal.”

The bridesmaids giggled as they realized it was Frank in the dress and Angela in the trousers.  “You look so pretty!”  Frank glared at them and clutched his basket of petals.  “Let’s get inside for the run-through.”

Inside they found the toddlers in their dresses that matched Frank’s except that theirs almost reached their frilly ankle socks while Frank squirmed, continuously trying to push his petticoats down as far as possible.

He had to walk up the aisle, pretending to scatter the rose petals while flanked by the toddlers.  At the altar his mother indicated to him to put down the basket.  He stooped to do this and heard an explosion of laughter behind him.  “Look at his frilly panties!”

The whole rehearsal was mortifying for him, especially now that everyone knew what was under his short dress.  He just wanted to get home and out of this outfit.  It was a huge relief when he climbed into the car, trying to ignore the giggling behind him as he undoubtedly flashed his frilly panties again.

A frantic phone call was made to the bridal shop in the morning.  Surely they had these outfits in other sizes?   They had but not in the right ones, came the answers.  They had already made lots of alterations to the outfits supplied – mainly shortening the dress and there was no time to do anything else.

Frank stood in his pajamas listening to the phone conversation.  His mother put down the phone.  “Sorry but you’re going to have to wear the dress.”  Frank’s jaw dropped.  His Aunt had been standing behind him and pounced before there could be any resistance from him.

He was bundled into the bedroom and soon the women had him buttoned into the dress.  “You mustn’t ruin your cousin’s wedding!”  “But …!”  “We’ll make it up to you.  We’ll bring you to the railway museum you’ve been wanting to visit.”  That was hardly going to make up for it in Frank’s book.   â€śLook, your relations have already seen you in the dress yesterday anyway”, his mother reasoned as she pulled the white tights over his bottom.  He sighed.  That was true.  But there would still be a big congregation.

There was no stopping them.  He tried to resist the frilly panties but they were insistent that he had to wear something pretty underneath because his dress was so short.  “It’s strange that they got that bit so wrong”, his mother observed.  Angela came in to see them pull his frilly ankle socks on and his pink shoes.  She was proudly her suit with waistcoat.

Frank cringed as he saw himself in the mirror.  Obviously a boy in a dress.  “We’re going to the beauticians.  They’ll create lovely hair arrangements and can add extensions so you won’t look like a boy.  Frank cringed at the idea but it was definitely better that he didn’t look like a boy.

At the beauticians he was sat in a reclining chair and a lady set about washing his hair and then intertwining thin white and pink ribbons into his hair in intricate webs incorporating hair extensions along the way and lots of hairspray.

Another lady started on his make-up.  He had to keep his eyes closed to avoid hairspray and the various powders and creams.  Then he felt a third lady working on his fingernails.  There was nothing he could do but lie back, close his eyes and hope that they managed to make him look convincing.

“There we go!” the lady doing the make-up finally announced.  Frank opened his eyes and looked in the mirror.  He was surprised to see his girly face with blush and eye-shadow looking back.  His hair was fully entwined with white and pink ribbons with his hair extensions streaming down his back.  Then he looked at his nails.  Long pink nails had been applied to match his dress.

His mother walked in.  “Splendid!  You do look pretty.  Well done ladies.”  Then she looked concerned.  “Are those acrylic nails?”  “Yes, isn’t everyone to get them?” the nail lady asked. “Eh, yes, that’s right.  Good job.”

Frank wondered why she seemed concerned about the nails.  He followed her out of the room, pushing his petticoats down as much as possible.  “What’s the problem with acrylic nails?” he asked.  “Well it’s just that they last for two or three weeks.  But it’s ok.  They can be removed.  You just need to get it done professionally or your nails will be ruined.”  Frank looked at his pink extended nails.  They seemed pretty solid alright.

Marie appeared in her bridal dress.  “Oh you look so pretty!  What an amazing job!”  Frank just looked embarrassedly down at his pink dress.  His mother pulled him along and they met Angela in the hallway.  She was wearing the suit and waistcoat.  Her face lit up on seeing Frank.  “Wow!  You make such a pretty girl!”  Frank glared at her.  “So if anyone asks”, their mother told them, “she’s another cousin, Frances”.  Frank cringed.

They were joined by the toddlers in their pink dresses.  Frank still could only envy them for the length of their dresses.  He cringed as he thought of his frilly panties, just barely above the hem of his petticoats.  They were ushered out the door to the waiting limo.  There was no going back now.

[Andlat]

Alright, my prediction didn't *quite* come true, but I feel confident to make a new one. Surely Frank's mom won't make him dress as a girl for the full time he has his pretty nails!

In all seriousness, I'm curious to see just how Frank's time in dresses is extended. He's become significantly feminized in a very short period of time, after all.

[babycakes]

I agree Andlat, wonder how Frank's feminization will be extended.  After all, acrylic nails can also be cut and his Mom seems genuinely sorry that he's in this predicament.  Still curious as to how Frank's and Angela's measurements were switched.  Given the sizes I'm surprised even the bridal boutique didn't question the dress length and the inclusion of rumba panties seems odd.  Me thinks that this switch may not have been the dress shop's error at all.  Not sure of Frank's and Angela's ages but could Frank be an intentional victim?  As always, excellent story DaraJaney, well constructed, well written, engaging and plausible.  Perfect!!!