Got the measure of him

[gunrunner]

I bet his feet are KILLING him by the time he got home.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Yes 5" heels can be a real killer if you are on them all night.  I agree his feet are probably going to be sore lol.

[DaraJaney]

The school term ended a few days before Christmas but Frank’s old clothes stayed locked in the trunk.  His mother told him he could have one treat in compensation which was to open his Christmas presents on Christmas Eve rather than waiting for the morning.

He opened the first parcel.  It was a green Christmassy dress with red sparkly stars and baubles.  He should have known!  The next parcel was big and round.  He ripped the paper off to reveal alternating green and red petticoats.  The next small parcel contained red and green striped tights.  Then there was a red coat with white fur trimmings and red boots also trimmed with white fur around the ankles.  “You’ll look fantastic at church tomorrow!”

The following morning Frank was dressed ready to go out.  His red coat was flared below its high waist and fell a few inches short of his green dress.  His green and red petticoats peeked underneath and ended a few inches above his knees leaving his long legs in his red and green tights down to his fur trimmed boots.  The coat had a fur-trimmed hood and white fur mittens which were attached to the cuffs with string.  He was embarrassed to wear the mittens but they looked even sissier dangling from his wrists so he wore them.

At the last minute before he went out the door his mother added some accessories to his boots and collar.  It wasn’t until he was outside that he realized she had tied little bells and he jingled unavoidably as he walked along.

So as they approached the church everyone turned to see where the jingle bells were coming from and saw Frank coming along in his red fur lined coat and boots, his green Christmas dress and his red and green petticoats and tights, his hands in white fur mittens.  He could hear teenage girls scoffing at his childish outfit.

Frank sighed heavily.  One day he was dressed in corsets, stockings and suspenders and high heels and the next in sissy petticoats and stripey tights.  He couldn’t make up his mind which was worse.

After Christmas dinner his mother told him that she had signed him up at the convent for the rest of the school year.  It was all going so well as far as she was concerned.  He went to protest.  “All paid up and everything.”  He just sighed.

His mother and aunt detected his dejected lack of resistance.  In the first weekend in January they decided “we must take in the January sales and find you some new dresses!”  Frank looked at the wardrobe packed with pretty dresses.  There was hardly room for any more.  But he just sighed.  There was no point in protesting.  It only seemed to make things worse.  “Yes mother.”

They decided to press home their advantage.  On the Saturday morning they made him wear a corset – he felt it was tied as tight as for his coc-ktail dress.  He had to put on the padded panties and they dressed him in seamed tan stockings, then a turquoise a-line dress just above the knees.  He winced as they produced the five-inch heels but didn’t bother resisting anymore.

Just after they closed the front door and he was mincing carefully towards the car in tiny steps forced on him by the high-heels they told him the plan for the day.  “First the beauticians, then shopping, then lunch at the Grand Hotel, more shopping and dinner at Pierre’s!”  He was going to spend the whole day trussed up in this corset, padded out well with his big boobs, hips and bottom, feeling his stockings and suspenders stretching with every step and mincing around in agonizing five-inch heels!

At the beauticians he had another curly perm and acrylic nails again.  Then they brought him to the town’s most upmarket boutique where a shop assistant would be with them at all times.  She was clearly amused seeing this teenage ‘girl’ trussed up in such an old-fashioned way in corset, stockings and ultra-high heels with a perm.

Frank had to try on about a dozen dresses.  With the assistant looking on, he realized he had to act as if he was enthusiastic about the dresses or she would wonder what was going on.  Eventually his mother selected three: a floral dress in pastel shades, a pink dress with black polka dots and an apricot dress with copious frills.  Each one fitted tightly around his corseted waist and fell above the knee with a full skirt.  His mother assured him each one would go nicely with petticoats which made the assistant smirk again.

“Which one would you prefer dear?” his mother asked him with the assistant looking on.  Frank didn’t want any dress but knew he had to give an answer.  “The polka dot”, he replied.  “Why do you prefer that one dear?”  Frank squirmed inwardly but he had to give a plausible answer.  “I like the pink and black.”

“Actually I think we’ll have all three!” his mother concluded anyway.  Frank forced a smile.  “Thank you mummy.”  His mother immediately walked over to a large display.  “Now you’ll need to choose stockings to go with each dress.”  Frank cringed.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Nice new dresses with pettis and stockings love.  Since he is registered in a convent  for the rest of the school year i wonder what the uniform will look like?

[DaraJaney]

Frank had to go through dozens of pairs of stockings with the close attentiveness of the shop assistant.  Frank’s mother kept forcing him to answer questions.  “Do you prefer lacey floral patterned stockings, or geometric patterns?”  “Would you prefer lace-tops or a Cuban heel?”  Frank was mortified to have to express a preference for any of these.

Eventually it was whittled down to six pairs of stockings.  “So these are your favourites?” his mother asked.  Frank squirmed but smiled.  “Yes mummy.”  The assistant took the six pairs to bag them.  “Do you prefer stockings to tights?” she asked Frank.  Again Frank forced his smile.  “Yes”, he lied.  He could feel his stockings and suspenders moving as he walked beside her.  “They are so much prettier than tights aren’t they.”  Frank wished she’d stop.  “Yes.”

“Now for panties”, his mother announced.  Frank winced as she marched over to a display of lacey underwear.  “Do you prefer this pair with flowers or the pair with hearts?”  his mother ask him as the assistant arrived beside them again.  “We’re going to look at jewelry for a while”, his mother told them.  “We’ll be back in thirty minutes or so.  You can take your time.”  The assistant smiled and said “we can go through our whole collection of panties so.  Do you like yours lace-trimmed?”  Frank wanted to die.

Finally he was given the credit card and told to go to the till with the assistant to purchase his dresses, stockings and panties.  The assistant held each item up individually to scan it and fold it.  By the time she got to the stockings a queue had formed.  Frank saw the people smirking as the assistant held up each item of underwear.  One had no bar code.  “Maureen!” the assistant called out across the store.  “Could you check the price on the white lace-top stockings please?”  Frank cringed.

The queue had lengthened as she got to the panties - each pair with their frills and lace and pastel colours totally visible in their clear plastic wrapping.  Frank was mortified as he walked by the queue clutching his shopping bags of dresses, stockings and panties.

Next was lunch at the Grand Hotel.  It was very busy being lunchtime Saturday.  They had to wait by the door for a seat to become free.  Frank was highly conscious of all the ladies at the tables checking out his rounded figure with his boobs, corseted-waist and padded bottom, filling out his dress nicely.  As he flounced passed their tables they noticed the seams on his stockings running down to his five-inch heels.

When lunch was finishing his mother announced plans for the afternoon.  “Now you need some nice blouses and skirts too.  And I know a shop with especially lovely camisoles and slips.”

By the time they were done Frank could barely hold the multiple bags of shopping containing his dresses, blouses, skirts, camisoles, slips, stockings and panties.  He couldn’t keep up in his heels and the wind kept catching his bags and slowing him down further.

Back at home he surveyed the packed wardrobe and chest of drawers wondering how he was going to find room for his new dresses and underwear.  He felt sick as he hung his new dresses and pressed his piles of stockings and panties into the drawers, knowing he was going to have to wear all of these in the coming weeks.

The following Saturdays they dolled Frank up in his new dresses, stockings and panties.  He had to wear the corset with all of these dresses since he’d been fitted for them when he was wearing it.  His boobs, padded bottom and high-heels ensured he presented a mature feminine figure.

One Saturday as he was finally easing his aching feet out of the five-inch heels after walking around in them for 12 hours and loosening the strings on his corset, he dared to beg his mother.  “Do I have to wear all this?” he asked, gesturing to the shaping wear and stockings.  “Oh do you not want to look so grown up?”  He shrugged.  He just didn’t want to be so trussed up.  “I suppose not.”  “OK we’ll find something else for you to wear tomorrow.”

Frank was surprised at her response as he lay back in his pink nightie, visualizing himself in a normal dress or skirt and blouse.  That was the height of his ambition now.

[Andlat]

All of this began with Frank serving as a junior bridesmaid, so a lot of what he's worn recently must be too mature for him. I'm excited to see what's in store for him next.

[babycakes]

As always, you write an excellent story, DaraJaney.  Looks like Frank has let himself in for a long-term, if not permanent, petticoating.  He doesn't seem to be putting up much resistance save for continually carping about his situation and it would seem he might deserve this treatment given earlier allusions to macho bully behavior.  Also, his ability to resist may be compounded by his stature.  I understand Angela is his younger sister but how physically different could they be if the wedding shop didn't note a big difference in the sizes of the junior bridesmaid and ring bearer outfits.  I gather Frank and Angela are closer in age and grade than I originally suspected at the beginning of the story.

Also, given Angela's predilection for sports and more aggressive behavior, mummy is just taking advantage of Frances's natural submissiveness to enjoy bringing up a girly gurl.  I don't see Frank ever standing his ground in any meaningful way and so he gets what he deserves and maybe needs.  May not be real world but it's certainly plausible fiction that I love.  Again, your efforts are always appreciated even though I may not comment on each chapter.  Please keep up the good work.