Got the measure of him

[krystalasbaby2017]

Oh he just opened up a new idea or at least 1  that was there and now up front.  Looking forward to how his mother is going to have him dressed.
Very very good story love it!!

[DaraJaney]

The next morning Frank heard his aunt rummaging in the attic.  When she came down she was clutching a yellow dress.  Frank could see it flared from breast level, had quite puffed sleeves and just one layer of petticoat which peeped an inch below the hem.  He sighed heavily.  It was clearly quite little-girly.  He didn’t dare protest as his aunt buttoned his yellow dress up at the back.  “Luckily Laura was quite a chubby girl when she was little so this fits you nicely.”  Frank didn’t feel lucky as he tugged the petticoat hem of his dress half-way to his knees.  At least it wasn’t as short as his junior bridesmaid dress.

He was almost relieved to see her select plain white tights rather than the even sissier lacey ones.  Of course there was a pair of yellow matching panties with five rows of white lace and he wasn’t too surprised to find a pair of ankle socks with yellow lace being pulled onto his feet.  At least he got to wear low-heeled Mary Janes.

He looked in the mirror.  It wasn’t too bad and he felt so much more comfortable in a looser dress, tights and low heels than in his corset, stockings and suspenders and five-inch heels.

Then his mother produced a snow white pinafore and drew it over his arms.  It had stiff lace trimming standing upright over his shoulders and she tied it in a big bow at his back.  His aunt fluffed it out over his dress as Frank looked at his increasingly juvenile appearance in the mirror.

Then his mother took some elastic hair bands and twisted his hair on either side of his head into tight pigtails.  His aunt tied big yellow ribbons onto the base of each pigtail.

“Happy now?” his mother asked as Frank squirmed in front of the mirror.  He didn’t dare object he knew he had to thank his mother and aunt for dressing him up like a six-year old again.  “Thank you mummy and auntie”, he mumbled insincerely.

At church he naturally got all sorts of funny looks.  He still had his boobs in his bra which made him look clearly like a teenager dressed like a six-year old.  He saw some girls from his convent class surreptitiously taking photos on their phones, no doubt to show around at school on Monday.

After church his mother decided it was a nice day and they should go to the park.  Frank trotted along obediently relieved to be in low shoes at least.  They sat on a bench near the snack shop.

His mother took out a pound note.  “Why don’t you buy yourself one of those nice lollipops?”  Frank took the money, stood up, taking great care to smooth his dress and pinafore down and walked over to the shop.  The lollipops were great big things with swirly pink and white colouring.  Frank bought one as instructed.

He knew exactly what he looked like walking back in his short yellow dress with peeping petticoat, puffed sleeves, snow white pinafore, white tights, frilly ankle socks and hair tied up in pigtails with fluttering yellow ribbons and now clutching a jumbo-sized lollipop.

He sat on the bench, carefully smoothing his dress down with his free hand.  He started licking the hard candy.  “We won’t leave until you finish your lollipop.”  Frank sighed.  It would surely take hours given the size of the thing.  He tried biting a bit off to make it go more quickly.  “No, no!” his mother scolded.  “That’s bad for your teeth!  Just lick it.”  Frank sighed and resumed licking his lollipop as hard as he could.

“Let’s walk!”  His mother made sure they visited every nook and cranny of the park, lingering in the busier areas as people sniggered and pointed at Frank, clutching his lollipop and licking it, seemingly enthusiastically.  When they passed the playground Angela ran off to the climbing bars.  Frank looked at the various climbing frames and slides enviously.  There was no way he was going on any of them in his short dress.  He would probably snag his tights anyway.

A little girl clutching a doll, probably an actual six-year-old, stood with her mother by the hop-scotch grid painted on the tarmac.  Her mother saw Frank and assumed he was much younger than he was.  “Would you play with her please?”

Frank looked to his mum pleadingly but it was clear from her look that he was to accept.  “Yes sure!” he forced a smile.  “Would you mind holding Cindy for me please?” the girl asked, handing Frank her doll while she started the game.

Now the picture was complete.  Frank clutched a doll in one hand and a jumbo lollipop in the other.  He watched the girl jump, twist and bend over to pick up the counter.  It was alright for her in her shirt and little pair of jeans.

It came to Frank’s turn.  His only consolation was losing the doll.  He braced himself as he went to throw the counter.  He hopped forward, feeling his dress, petticoat and ribbons fluttering as he did so, and jumped over the counter.  He heard sniggering behind him – the usual sign that he had treated everyone to a view of his frilly panties.  He got to the end and jumped and turned, his pinafore ballooning out as he did so.  He could see all the amused faces now.

He smoothed his pinafore down.  He could see one of the frilled shoulders was drooping badly.  He fluffed it up, thinking it would look silly with one standing up and the other flopping down.  As if he didn’t look silly enough – a teenager in a flared dress with pinafore, white tights, frilly panties and pigtails in ribbons clutching a large lollipop.

He hopped back and knew he had to pick up the counter.  He tried to think of a way of doing it without bending over so much but he was on one leg, clutching his lollipop.  There was no other way.  He looked over towards the climbing frame and saw Angela watching with interest.  He bent over to pick up the counter.  The wind blew his dress up over his head.  He had to go down on both feet to push his dress back down.  He didn’t dare look at the faces around.

“You lose!”  the little girl was delighted and seemingly oblivious to Frank’s mortification.  “Never mind”, her mother told Frank.  He tried to give a disappointed smile.  “OK.  Best of three!” she added.  Frank cringed.

By the time the third game was over and Frank was mercifully free from the inevitability of showing his frilly panties as he played, his lollipop was still only half its original size.  His mother finally took some pity on him.  “OK we can go home now - if you skip all the way.”

Frank had to think about it.  The numbers walking in the park seemed to be increasing in the late afternoon.  He nodded.  His mother, aunt and Angela stood to go and waited for Frank to start.  He sighed, clutched his lollipop and started to skip along.  He knew his short dress and petticoat were billowing as he skipped.  The frills on his pinafore and the ribbons on his pigtails fluttered.  The best he could hope for was that he was only giving short glimpses of his frilly panties.

People stopped and started at this teenager passing in the frilly dress, lacey ankle socks and pigtails, clutching a lollipop and seemingly happily skipping along but awkwardly trying to hold the fluttering dress down with the free hand.

Back at home that night his mother asked: “so next weekend do you want to wear your pretty frilly dresses or your corset, stockings and high heels?”  Frank sighed.  “The latter”, he mumbled eventually.  “Sorry?  Ask properly.”  Frank winced.  “Please can I wear the corset, stockings and high heels mummy?”  “Of course dear, if that’s what you want.”

[Andlat]

Lucky Frank has dodged the DaraJaney protagonist curse. He went back to little girl clothes and has escaped more or less unscathed! Can't say I'm not at least a little disappointed he won't spend more time in such a state of juvenile femininity, but I'm still along for the ride!

[babycakes]

Excellent scene of Frank's little girl excursion but wonder if his decision to return to corset, stockings and heels is a wise one.  At least he doesn't have to worry about boyfriend issues in that younger age group. 

Curious as to what his return to school will be like after some of his classmates took pictures of Frank in his yellow little girl dress, white tights, yellow satin rumba panties, anklets and mary janes with his hair in pigtails at church.  Maybe he hasn't escaped little gurlhood yet.

[DaraJaney]

Frank got lots of funny looks on Monday morning and he saw groups of girls gathered around mobile phones giggling and looking up at him, back in his short gymslip, tan tights, high-heeled t-bar shoes and his hair tied up in ponytails.

All resistance had been knocked out of him.  Saturdays and Sundays he spent trussed up in his corset, stockings and high-heels – as he had requested.  He had learned that resistance or complaining only made things worse so he just accepted it.

He did manage to improve at ballet – Madame Bouquet didn’t have to tap his pink legs with her cane quite so much and he was more confident that the thick frills below his tutu hid his embarrassment when his stiff tutu perked up at the front.  At tennis he just had to accept that he was going to entertain the group of boys gathered on the benches as he reached up to serve or bent low to scoop the ball back over the net.

When it came to the summer holidays his mother and aunt had an idea.  They visited a lady friend of his aunt who lived on her own in a large house outside town.  “How would you like to have a maid for the summer?” his mother asked.  Mrs Polstead was surprised.  “A proper maid to clean and bring you tea – whatever you want.  Provided free for the work experience.”  Now Mrs Polstead was interested.

The problem was that his aunt had previously told her friend about Frank being a boy that they had coerced into dresses for the last year.  She loved hearing the stories of how the boy was displayed in his ultra-feminine garb whenever they got the chance.  So they told her that her maid would be Frank.  She was unsure about that.

“There will be no problem” his mother started to explain.  “We will provide him with a special maid’s uniform.  It will be very traditional black with white lace collar and trimmings on the sleeves and hem.  It will have a full lace-trimmed apron, frilled over the shoulders.  There will be five layers of organza petticoats sewn into the waist.

“The waist will be narrow enough that he will have to wear a corset every day for his maid’s uniform to fit.  The corset will have suspender straps for his lace-top stockings and he’ll be wearing four-inch heels to ensure that he minces around daintily all the time.

“The dress and petticoats will be only just long enough to cover his stocking tops to ensure that he is constantly conscious of them being seen.  We will supply half a dozen pairs of frilly knickers in combinations of black, white and pink.  He will have a large lacey headpiece perched on top and lace-trimmed fingerless mittens which will show off his long pink acrylic nails.

“He is well trained on doing his make-up including false eye-lashes, eye-liner and lipstick.  Having done ballet at school he can curtsey and mince around daintily very competently.

“He will be ordered to curtsey every time he enters a room, before he leaves and whenever he speaks.  He will be permitted only to say ‘Yes Madam’, ‘Thank you Madam’ and, if necessary, “I’m sorry Madam”.  For anything else he will need to ask permission to speak.  We recommend that you regularly refuse him permission.  If he is unsure how to follow an order let him try and you can always get him to do it again the right way.

“When he arrives he will present you with a paddle.  He will ask you to use it whenever his service is unsatisfactory.  He doesn’t know this but I will then ask you if you have ever used one before.  You should answer ‘no’.  I will suggest that you practice and order him to bend over a chair and raise his petticoats up over his back exposing the frilly knickers.  You should give him six light strokes.  There is no need to strike him hard.  Getting him to raise his petticoats and bend over in front of everyone in his frilly knickers is enough to keep him in check.  I will make a comment about starting as you mean to continue.

“We recommend that you conjure up a reason to use the paddle on him at least every few days.  This will ensure that he will desperately try to satisfy you at all times.  It’s a good idea to use the paddle for entirely spurious reasons.  Claim that you asked for something that you didn’t.  He is not allowed to argue, he just has to accept the paddle whenever you say so.

“On a daily basis tell him his stocking seams or apron or headpiece needs to be straightened  – even if they don’t.  Occasionally give him the paddle for being sloppy.  This will ensure that he is consumed by trying to ensure his uniform and deportment is perfect.  If you do all of this you can be sure that he will be an attentive and obedient maid.

“We will also supply him with a second uniform.  It will be pink, have a narrower waist, be shorter exposing his suspenders and stocking-tops, just about covering his bottom.  We will supply white and pink lacey stockings, pink pettipants and pink ballet boots.  He will be able to walk in the ballet boots thanks to his lessons, but of course he will only be able to take tiny steps and it will take him much longer to go anywhere and do anything.

“The dress will have metal rings under the lace collar so that the zip can be locked up and the ballet boots will have straps that can be padlocked in place.  We will also supply a small time-lock safe.  You can lock him into his pink dress and ballet boots at 7 in the morning and set the timer to 11pm so that he knows he will be fourteen hours in those clothes.  He has previously spent that long in 5-inch heels so the ballet boots will only be another step up.

“We recommend that you invent a reason to make him wear the pink uniform at least once a fortnight.  After a day locked in that he will love his ordinary maid’s uniform and beg to be allowed wear it.”

Mrs Polstead readily accepted the offer of a free obedient maid for the summer.  She was more than a little shocked at everything Frank’s mother had said but had to admit that she rather looked forward to it.

[DaraJaney]

Frank tottered in wearing his maid’s uniform.  His mother had made him stand in front of the mirror and check his apron, the seams on his stockings, his headpiece and fluff out his petticoats.

He curtsied in front of Mrs Polstead and she smiled.  “Welcome Frances.”  “Thank you Madam”, Frank curtsied.  “What have you got in your hand there?” she asked.  Frank frowned a little.  “Please use this whenever my service is not satisfactory”, he said handing her the paddle and curtseying.

Mrs Polstead took the paddle and felt the weight of it.  “Have you ever used one before?” Frank’s mother asked.  Frank gave her a worried look.  “No.”  “Well I think you should try it out first.  Frank.”  It looked like Frank wanted to cry but instead he minced over to a chair and leaned over it.  He gathered his petticoats behind and pulled them up over his back.  They all admired his frilly knickers with alternating pink and white frills as well as the tops of his stockings where there were little black bows at the top of the seams.

Mrs Polstead took her time getting into position.  Frank could only wait underneath his inverted petticoats.  She gave him six moderate strokes.  He thought that once again the frills on his knickers had been a welcome cushion.  “May as well start as you intend to continue”, his mother said.  “Yes, indeed”, Mrs Polstead agreed.  Frank sniffled a little as he studied the carpet.

He lowered his petticoats and curtsied.  “Thank you Madam.”  “Put the paddle on the sideboard there please where I will have easy access to it.”  Frank curtsied “Yes Madam” and flounced over to the sideboard and placed the paddle there.

Mrs Polstead did indeed decide to continue as she had started and follow Frank’s mother’s advice.  On the second day she complained that his stocking seams were not straight even though they were.  She told him to come back when they were straight.

He must have spent five minutes at the hall mirror wondering how to make them straighter than they were.  Because he had to try to twist in his tight corset, he could never really be sure.  Later that day, even though he had checked his stockings and apron and headpiece in the mirror before entering, she still found fault with them.  “Fetch the paddle!” she ordered.  “Yes Madam”, he curtsied and minced over to the sideboard without hesitation, though inside he was wondering what he had to do to get his stockings straight.

He handed her the paddle and immediately bent over the chair and raised his petticoats.  Black and white lace on his knickers today, she noted.  She took her time over 10 mild strokes, returning to her chair after six for a sip of water while Frank wondered under his petticoats if that was it.

The next day she insisted that his seams were awry again.  He was not permitted to argue.  “Tomorrow you will wear your pink uniform”, she ordered.  He winced a little before stopping himself and curtsied.  “Thank you Madam.”

The next morning he knocked on her bedroom door with her breakfast.  “Come in!”  The door opened and Frank tottered in making tiny steps in his pink ballet boots, desperately trying to hold a tray steady which was carrying her tea and toast.  She waited patiently as he approached and placed the tray on her lap.

She opened the bedside locker and took out three little padlocks.  Frank looked at them curiously as he exercised a very unsteady curtsey in the ballet boots.  She opened the padlocks and removed the keys.  She handed him one.  “There are metal rings under your lace collar at the top of the zip.  Use this to lock them to the zip.”

Frank reached up revealing the bottom three rows of lace on his pink pettipants.  He rummaged around for a moment and she heard a little click.  “Now these go on your boots.”  Frank frowned.  Being locked in the dress was not much of a problem but being locked in these ballet boots was another matter.

It was very difficult for him to bend sufficiently in his tight corset to reach the straps just below his knee.  He managed it with his left leg first – click – and then the right one – click.

He was surprised that she handed him the keys.  “There is a time-lock safe over on the dressing table.  Put these in it.”  Frank curtsied and tottered over to the dressing table wondering how long she was going to keep him in the outfit.

When he finally got there he placed the locks in the safe.  “Now set it for 11pm.”  Frank’s jaw dropped.  He recovered just in time to curtsey and say “Yes Madam.”  He didn’t want to get into more trouble.

He cringed as he pressed the buttons to enter 23:00 hours.  There was a pause before he could bring himself to close the door.  He knew he had to.  It clicked shut, it beeped and a red light came on.  He felt sick.  Fourteen hours in these ballet boots.  It was the first time he was grateful for his ballet lessons.  He could stand it better than most, he supposed.

He tottered back to the end of the bed for his orders.  “You will dust the house from top to bottom.”  Frank curtsied despite his horror and said “Yes Madam.”  “Those boots will help you reach the higher parts”, she smirked.  “Thank you Madam”, he curtsied.  “And then you will vacuum the whole house.”  Frank winced as he pictured himself dragging the vacuum cleaner around the house in his ballet boots.  But he curtsied and said “Yes Madam”.

He tottered over to the door casting one last look at the red light on the safe and the blue digits indicating 23:00.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Last 2 chapters to catch up on,, Frank does not appear to be in for an easy summer.  Wonder what else could be coming his way