Got the measure of him

[krystalasbaby2017]

Thank you for the chapter.  I liked it the humiliation continues with the style of dress he was to wear, now with the trip home with the boys team.
Looking forward to the next installment.

[DaraJaney]

Frank’s cheerleading outings had drawn the attention of all the boys.  His new bigger boobs were a great hit and made his gymslip ride up a little more.  The boys at the bus stop looked forward to every morning, watching for Frank to appear, trying to walk evenly so as not to make his boobs bobble too much.  When he arrived he always turned to face down the road, desperately hoping for the bus to come as soon as possible.  The boys could then enjoy his long tan legs and hope for gusts of wind.

They particularly enjoyed when Frank was late for the bus and had to scamper along in his high-heels ensuring a lovely bounce for his boobs, his blouse buttons stretched to their limit.  He was hugely conscious of the stares as he moved along the aisle on the bus, hoping that he didn’t have to go too close to the back of the bus.  The boys there kept the middle seat vacant every morning hoping that it would be the last one available to the buxom, long-legged convent girl.

At school, Frank had never seen Mother Superior so pleased.  He couldn’t understand why she said nothing about his bigger boobs and shorter gymslip.  She seemed to be very pleased with the popularity of the cheerleaders.

“The whole school is going to the girls’ final!” she announced.  There was a cheer from the assembly.  “Our wonderful cheerleaders will wear their uniforms to school every day the week before the match and we’ll have a pep rally every lunchtime!”  Frank sighed heavily.  Great!  He was going to have to wear his petticoated, frilly knickered cheerleading uniform on the bus and around the school all day every day for a week.

The first day he had his pompoms stolen.  He saw them disappear down the back of the bus.  He knew Mother Superior would be angry if he wasn’t able to play a full part in the lunchtime practice.  He had to go down the bus to retrieve them.  He asked for them back in his best girly voice and fluttered his false eyelashes.

The tallest boy stood up and held Frank’s pompoms way above his head.  Frank sighed.  He knew what was meant to happen.  His stop was coming and he had no choice.  He didn’t want to be the only convent ‘girl’ left on the bus.  He reached up as far as he could and there was a cheer from the boys as his frilly knickers appeared.  The guy held them just above Frank’s tippy-toe reach.  Frank jumped, caught the pompoms and his petticoats parachuted as he descended to a further cheer.  He scampered back down the bus tugging his pleated skirt and being spanked and pinched on the way.  As long as they didn’t try anything at the front of his knickers he could get away with it.  He was fairly sure they wouldn’t.  That could land them in prison these days.

It was mortifying wearing his cheerleading uniform at school every day.  Even most girls thought he looked hilarious in his petticoated dress, frilly knickers, frilly socks, his hair tied up in ribbons and having to carry his stupid pompoms everywhere.  And of course he was required to smile and be, literally, happy-clappy through it all, as if he was delighted to be a stupid cheerleader.

The final couldn’t come quickly enough.  He just wanted to get it over with.  Somebody had tipped the local press off that a player and cheerleader were ‘sisters’ and they insisted on getting photographs of them together.  Angela was only too delighted to oblige.

Frank pushed his petticoats down as far as he could and shook his pompoms out to the side.  Angela seemed to make a point of putting her face right beside his boobs to draw maximum attention to them.  Of course he had to smile insanely as he was photographed for public consumption in his cheerleaders outfit.  And with the internet, he knew these photos would be available forever.

“Shake your pompoms as high as you can!” a photographer shouted to sniggers.  Frank knew well what they were trying to do.  But Angela kept looking at him and saying ‘go on’ so he really had no option – a prudish cheerleader would just seem odd.

He cringed and waved his pompoms as high as he could reach and the cameras flashed.  As he walked away he saw the photographers checking their photos and he could see clearly, even on the small screen, that several rows of frills were captured.

During the game he jumped and cheered and tried to forget about his petticoats and frilly knickers and bouncing boobs.  Angela scored their second goal in a three-one win.  There was more jumping and cheering for the trophy presentation with lots of phots being taken.  Frank ceased to care at this stage.  Everyone had seen his frilly knickers by now.  He was going to be in the local papers and all over social media.

He finally got to go home and was able to change out of his cheerleading dress for the last time – and put on his pink nightie, exhausted.

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

Thank you for another great chapter.

It looks like the bigger, bouncy boobs are now a permanent part of Frank's uniform, to his further embarrassment and the greater delight of his tormentors, especially sister Angela with the photographers.

It certainly looks like the money donated to the convent makes Mother Superior allow a lot of latitude toward Frank's appearance, allowing his big boobs and makeup that even includes false eyelashes. Are any of the regular girls allowed this leeway?

Now that cheer leading is over for this term, there is still tennis and ballet remaining. When the dance recital requires late dress rehearsals, how many bus trips home in his tutu will Frank have to endure?

I'm looking forward to future chapters on the rest of the school term (and hopefully beyond).

[krystalasbaby2017]

With cheering over i wonder what the will come up with next to keep the sissy in his frilly outfits with the big bouncy boobies.  Great story!

[DaraJaney]

News came through a few days later that Angela had been nominated for player of the year.  “Oh look!  It’s a Gala Dinner”, her mother saw on the invitation.  “New dresses everyone!” “I’ll pass thanks”, Angela replied.

Frank wasn’t given the choice.  “The one thing not in that wardrobe is a nice coc-ktail dress”, his mother told him.  On the morning of the dinner he was brought to the beauticians.  His mother produced a new pair of even bigger boobs!  “Mum!”  “Some girls mature very fast”, she giggled as she pulled the straps over his arms and fastened it at the back.  Then she held up an odd looking pair of panties.  “This has extra padding in the bottom and hips to give you a more feminine shape.”  Frank winced but was made to step into the heavily padded panties.  He looked in the mirror.  The only thing that could be said for them was that they perfectly matched his new bigger boobs.

Next was a corset with underwired cups to present his boobs nicely.  His mother pulled the strings so that it closed firmly around his waist.  “Hey that’s too much!” Frank gasped.  “It’s only the start”, his mother laughed.  She put her knee in his back and pulled for all her worth.  It must have taken another two inches of his waist.

Frank’s eyes felt like they were popping as his mother tied the string tightly.  She quickly took his coc-ktail dress from its protective cover.  It was neon pink.  He almost had to shade his eyes.  There were hundreds of sequins and glass beads on the bodice.  She pulled it down over him and it slipped smoothly over his narrow waist.  She buttoned it up the back.  Frank looked down and saw that the top of the dress was pink netting which made it look low cut but shielded his fake boobs from detection.  His mother fluffed out the stiff net underskirt which perked out nicely thanks to his narrow waist and well-padded bottom and hips.

Next she produced a pair of sparkly stockings that were lace topped and had a bright silver seam all the way down the back.  Frank was inhibited from resisting by his tight corset and the stiff net petticoats.  His mother was able to pull his stockings up his legs and attach the lace-tops to the suspender straps on his corset.

When Frank stood up he turned his back to the mirror and strained to see the back of his stockings which was not easy in his tight corset.  The silver seams shone out. He cringed.  He thought that everyone would know he was wearing stockings.

Before he knew it his mother was slipping high heeled pink sandals on to his feet.  These were much higher than his t-bar shoes.  He was unbalanced once the first one was strapped at the ankle and his mother was easily able to get the other on.

He tottered around in the five-inch heels.  “How am I supposed to walk in these!”  He almost fell over.  “You got used to the four-inch, you’ll get used to these.”

Frank tried to bend down to rub his ankles but couldn’t in the tight corset.  There was no way he could bend down to take off the shoes.  He was stuck with them.

His mother was behind him as he bent over.  “That reminds me!”  She produced a pair of neon pink pettipants with black lace trim.  She had difficulty getting them on over his heels but then pulled them up over his stockings and suspenders and onto his nicely rounded bottom.

Then he was sat into the hairdresser’s chair.  She worked on a curly perm while another plucked his eyebrows and applied sparkly eye-shadow, thick eyeliner swooshing off to the sides and then very long false eyelashes.  Then she applied bright pink sparkly lipstick that burned his lips and seemed to make them swell.

Meanwhile his nails were being done in neon pink acrylic.  He sighed heavily.  But there were a few weeks left to the end of school term anyway.

When all that was done the beautician said “there’s just one more thing really.”  His mother nodded.  Frank was puzzled as his earlobes suddenly felt cold and then numb.  He heard a sharp click and felt a dull prick at his left ear and very soon after that his right ear.  He looked in the mirror.  Pink hearts shone from his pierced ears.  “Mum!”  It was too late to object.  It was done.

He was pulled to his feet.  He couldn’t believe his reflection and how he felt.  The weight up front of his new boobs, the constraints of his tight corset, the dress projecting out over his big bottom and the heels that made him feel like he was walking on tippy toes.

His mother had been dressed and made up too but in a very homely motherly way.  She took her bag and left.  A small purse with a wrist strap was handed to him and he tottered after her.  He saw that if he scampered too fast his net petticoats fluttered and he could see the lace-tops of his stockings in the wall mirrors.  But his mother was striding away.  “Wait Mum!”  He scampered along trying to hold the netting down, unsuccessfully.  The beauticians watched and caught a flash of his black and pink pettipants and smiled.  “Nice job!”  They high-fived.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Awesome even in a coc-ktail dress it is short and will show everything.  The 5" heels are a nice touch as he will not be able to move to fast if he needs or feels like he wants to get out of a situation.  Got a feeling the newly minted sissy is here to stay awhile.  Love it keep up the great story.

[DaraJaney]

At the gala dinner Frank was grateful to be sitting at the table with his sparkly stockings and short dress nicely tucked in underneath.  He knew that Angela was hotly tipped to win as she had scored goals in the three final matches.

When her name was announced, he clapped along with everyone else.  His aunt and mother stood at the table to applaud her.  Frank hastily got up out of his seat, wobbling in his five-inch heels while he tried to push his net petticoats down at the back, only to have they flip up at the front.  He looked around desperately but thankfully all eyes were on the elevated stage.

Angela made towards the steps up at the middle of the stage.  She beckoned to her family to follow.  His mother and aunt obliged.  Frank was appalled.  He wasn’t expecting this.  He had no choice but to go up on stage.

His mother and aunt were already at the steps.  He desperately scampered after them.  He looked at the five steps and at the people at the front tables.  He knew what they were about to see as he tottered unsteadily up the steps.  He wanted to hold his netting down at the back but needed his arms to steady himself as he went up the steps.

He arrived beside the others but was now hugely concerned about the height of the stage above the audience.  He noticed men grinning in the audience and ladies looking disapprovingly.  He desperately tried to hold his dress down as much as he could.

Angela made the speech last as long as possible, enjoying Frank standing very unsteadily in his heels, cringing in his neon pink dress in front of the packed room.  He was so relieved when she finished and he could return to his seat.  Going down the steps he again wanted to hold his net petticoats down but again had to steady himself with his arms out so his petticoats ballooned up as he descended.  He cringed at what the audience must have seen.

After the dinner the tables were cleared away.  “Can we go home now?” he asked his mother.  “No way, the dancing will be starting soon”, Angela interrupted.  Frank sighed.

A band started up and she insisted that they dance.  Frank was barely able to in his five-inch heels, his purse dangling from his wrist but he didn’t want to sit at the side alone with lots of leering boys about.

After a few songs the band started playing a slow song.  They headed off the dance floor.  A guy passing Frank grabbed his wrist.  “May I?”  Frank was hauled after him.  “What?  No!”  But in his high heels he couldn’t resist the tug and tottered involuntarily after him.

The guy assumed a firm waltz hold and started swaying from side to side.  Frank couldn’t free himself and certainly didn’t want to cause a scene.  He already had a lot of eyes on him with his big boobs, tiny waist, short flared coc-ktail dress and shining silver seams in his stockings.

The guy pulled him closer so Frank’s ample boobs were pressing against his chest.  It also caused the front of Frank’s net petticoat to be pushed down and he dreaded what was happening at the back.  Were his suspenders in view or his pink pettipants?  His hand was firmly held so there was nothing he could do.

The guy smiled at him.  Frank was now acutely aware of his pink swollen lips and long fluttering eyelases.  He was very conscious how his short dress and stockings allowed easy access underneath if anyone was so minded.  How he wished he was wearing a nice thick pair of tights.  In these heels there was no getting away from anyone.

The song finished and Frank quickly said thank you and freed himself from the disappointed guy.  He saw Angela at the edge of the dance floor talking to some friends showing off her award.  Frank tottered in her direction.  It was taking so long to walk that short distance in these heels.  Angela saw him coming and grinned at his discomfort.

Then his wrist was grabbed again.  “May I?”  Frank winced in Angela’s direction before he was whisked off again.  She was laughing.

The same thing happened after each song.  Frank just couldn’t get off the floor fast enough in his heels and the guys were just queueing up to take their turn on him.  In the end he was just resigned to having to dance in his short dress and five-inch heels all night just hoping that nobody was going to take things any further in his highly vulnerable state.