Got the measure of him

[krystalasbaby2017]

I agree the shortness of the dress leaves one wondering. The nails could be trimmed back and nail polish removed and hair restyled to a boys hair style, but somehow i don't see that happening.  Looking forward to what is in store for him.

[DaraJaney]

The breeze rustled Frank’s petticoats and he tried to hold his basket in one hand while holding down his petticoats with the other.  He desperately wanted to keep his frilly panties hidden but he knew it was going to be a difficult task.

He got into the car as quickly as he could but heard the toddlers giggling as they no doubt caught a glimpse of his frilly panties as he leaned in.

When they arrived at the church, Frank saw the photographer waiting.  He cringed.  His humiliation in his pink junior bridesmaid dress, white tights and frilly ankle socks was going to be captured for all eternity.

His mother lined them up.  She fluffed out his petticoats saying “smile now dear.  If you muck this up you may find yourself in pretty dresses for weeks.”  Frank was startled but once the photographer got behind the camera, he smiled insanely.  He couldn’t stand weeks in dresses.  This was bad enough.

Angela made sure she was in as many pictures as possible with her big brother in his pretty pink dress.  He realized that being photographed smiling like this everyone was going to think he was happy being turned out in a frilly dress.  But he had no choice but to do what he was told.

The bride arrived and Frank was lined up with the two toddlers to proceed down the aisle.  Frank clutched his basket of petals nervously.  He was about to parade down the centre of the packed church.  He swallowed hard.

The music started and his mother nudged him along.  The congregation turned to watch the procession.  Frank smiled desperately, trying to look convincing as he walked along in his pink dress.  Were his tights sagging a little?  He wanted to look down to see but realized that it would ruin the effect and might only give those behind a flash of his frilly panties.

His petticoats rocked dangerously and he tried to walk in a smoother fashion but they continued none the less.  As they reached the altar, his aunt motioned him to put the basket down.  He followed her direction and as the basket touched the ground he heard the giggling behind.  He had just given the congregation more than a glimpse of his frilly panties.

He turned and walked to his seat with his eyes on the ground that he wished would open up and swallow him.  At least for a while he was away from the centre of attention but when the ceremony was over he had to walk again in front of the bride with his toddler accomplices.  Oh how he wished his dress was as long as theirs.

Outside the church there were more photographs.  Every conceivable combination of bride, groom, families and bridesmaids.  His mother kept fussing over his petticoats and frilly ankle socks and reminding him to smile.

At the reception he tried to keep to the corners as much as possible but Angela was determined to make sure that everyone saw him and kept bringing people over to meet ‘Frances’.  The senior bridesmaids insisted that they all get up to dance.  Angela boogied away like there was no tomorrow but Frank didn’t want his petticoats twirling to reveal anything.

The bridesmaids weren’t having it.  They thought he was not lively enough.  One of them took both of his hands firmly and forced him to swing side to side.  Then she swung his arms up and made him twirl.  His petticoats swirled up and there was no doubt the smiling audience beside them were enjoying views of his frills.

Finally his mother told them it was time to go.  Frank didn’t need telling twice and was quickly standing outside waiting with Angela as his mother made her last goodbyes.

Angela smiled at him.  “You know of course that it was me who deliberately swapped the measurements so that you would have to wear a pretty pink dress, white tights and frilly ankle socks in front of everyone today and I would get to wear a nice suit!”  Frank was outraged.

“And I made sure your dress was nice and short and that you had pretty frilly panties to show off.  I can’t wait to see the album of photographs.  I’m sure mom will have an enlarged photo framed for over the mantelpiece.”

Frank dived forward angrily and pushed her into the flowerbed.  Angela got up and tried to brush the mud off her pants.  Their mother came out.  “What on earth?!”  “He pushed me into the flowerbed!”  Angela accused.  “She admitted that she switched the measurements”, Frank protested.  “I did not!”  Frank was even more outraged.

“You, young man”, his mother grabbed his arm and knelt in front of him to get his undivided attention, “have earned yourself a week in dresses.”  “What?!  No!”  “We’ll see if that will cure you of your boyish aggression.”

She walked off.  “No!  Please mum!”  Angela smirked at him.  This was going even better than planned.  Frank ran after his mother, his petticoats fluttering so Angela could enjoy his frilly panties as she strolled contentedly back to the car.
 
Back at his aunt’s house Frank searched desperately for his clothes.  His aunt came into the room and pointed to a trunk in the corner with a thick padlock on it.  While Frank looked despairingly at the locked trunk, his aunt threw open the wardrobe.  It was packed with her daughter’s old dresses.  “These are what you’ll be wearing!”  “No!  Please no!”  She took his hand.  “You can’t get these pink nails off anyway.  I don’t think you want to be going to church in the morning in boy’s clothes and long pink nails.”

Frank didn’t know any better but to believe her.  He sighed heavily in frustration.  His aunt went to the chest of drawers and opened them.  “Tonight you can wear this.”  She held up a pink chiffon nightie.  Frank cringed.  “With this.”  She showed him the matching pink lace-trimmed panties.  She put the ensemble on the bed.  “Or you can sleep as you are” she added casually as she left the room.  His mother put his hair up in a net to keep his pretty ribbons and extensions in place for Sunday.

Later, Angela burst into his room in her pajamas without knocking.  Frank tugged his pink nightie down but couldn’t hide the lace on his panties.  Instead he climbed quickly under the flowery duvet.  He didn’t sleep well that night.  His thoughts kept drifting to that wardrobe of horrid pretty dresses.

[sissykimmy1]

Uh oh, Frances. I'm worried that incident with shoving your sister isn't over yet just because your pants got taken away.  She may have to do something to assert her physical dominance once and for all.

[Andlat]

The thing I particularly enjoy about a Darajaney story is that each part escalates the situation until the protagonist is completely and utterly trapped. Only then does it settle into a sort of status quo. The question on my mind is, what will be Frank's status quo? We know diapers aren't involved this time, but the sky's still the limit. Girls' boarding school? Full time dress model? Movie star a la Shirley Temple? Only time will tell!

[krystalasbaby2017]

Very true Andlat but i like to see the sister get caught at her games to torment her bro and see what  comes of that.

[DaraJaney]

The next morning his mother and aunt burst into the room and threw open the curtains.  Frank sat up in the bed and looked down at his pink nightie and sighed.  It wasn’t a nightmare.

His mother opened the wardrobe.  She selected a yellow dress with pink trimming.  “This will go well with your pink nails.”  Frank desperately hoped that they were just teasing him and weren’t going to go through with it.  But she threw the dress over his head and zipped him up.  His aunt came from the chest of drawers.  A pair of lacey white tights dangled from her hands.  “These pretty things will go perfectly with it.”

Frank was pushed down on the bed and despite trying to make it difficult for them to get the tights over his feet the two women succeeded and soon they were pulled up over his bottom.  They decided that his pink frilled ankle socks from the wedding outfit would go perfectly with his pink trimmed dress.

His aunt found a large white bag in the shelf above the dresses.  She took it down and pulled from it a petticoat of several layers of organza.  “This will go under that dress nicely.”  She made him step into the petticoats, pulled them up under his dress and buttoned it tightly at his waist.  His mother smoothed his dress out over his petticoats.

He looked in the mirror.  The petticoats made the dress much shorter on him.  He winced.  His aunt produced a pair of t-bar shoes with a fairly high heel and buckled them on his feet.  She pulled him up and he tottered forward.  He leaned forward to try to see the shoes but couldn’t see below his petticoats.  His mother was behind him.  “Young man, you mustn’t show off your bottom like that!”

Once again whenever Frank leaned forward his petticoats tipped up at the back.  He straightened up double quick.  His aunt went to the chest of drawers again – always a bad sign for Frank.  She took out a pair of yellow panties with rows of white lace on them.  He sighed heavily again but she left the room with them which puzzled him.

By the time she returned his mother had placed a large white hat on his head circled, with a yellow ribbon that was tied in a bow at the back with the loose ends trailing down the back of his dress.  He was wearing white gloves that had wide lace at the wrists and were open at the ends of the fingers to show off his long pink nails.  He clutched a yellow handbag.  She seemed to have rouged his cheeks but that could have been just because he was looking at himself in the mirror.

His aunt had the yellow panties.  She turned them around and held the back of them up.  She had sown on a panel between the lower two rows of lace with words on it.  It said “Please spank me.”

She pushed the stunned boy onto the bed and pulled the frilly panties on over his shoes and up under his petticoats.  When she was done he stood up and turned his back to the mirror.  He leaned forward a little and could see the lowest row of lace on his panties.  Just a little more and “Please spank me” became visible.  “Mom!”  But she was just sniggering.

His mother and aunt stood in front of him in his high heels, short dress, petticoats, lacey tights, pink frilled ankle socks, white gloves and be-ribboned hat and yellow handbag and smiled.  “That should keep you out of mischief.”  Frank tried to use his handbag to keep his petticoats down.  His hat seemed a little unstable and he put his white-gloved right hand up to steady it and immediately wondered if that was enough for his dress to ride up and reveal the message on his panties.

Angela came in dressed in a shirt and trousers and roared laughing as Frank cringed.  His mother waved a finger at him.  “Get one grain of dirt on your clothes or tear any of that lace or get a run in your tights and you’ll be in even bigger trouble!”  What bigger trouble could he be in than this?

He was pushed to the door, tottering in his heels.  Outside a breeze blew and he couldn’t make up his mind whether he most needed to hold his hat on or keep his petticoats down.  The heels forced him to take lots of dainty unsteady steps towards the car.  His mother smiled.  “We should make him wear those shoes all the time.”  Frank was startled.  His feet were already hurting from the heels.

Angela opened the back door of the car for him, only too pleased to facilitate her big brother being driver to church in his ultra sissy outfit.  His aunt locked the front door of the house.  He had no choice but to get in.

It took several attempts to get his petticoats in the door and smoothed under his bottom.  His main concern was to ensure that Angela didn’t see the message on his panties.

When the car pulled up outside church he wanted to die.  Hundreds of people milled around chatting.  They were all in their Sunday best.  He could see some girls clearly unhappy having to wear a dress but they had it lucky compared to him. 

His mother opened the door.  He couldn’t make himself get out.  “Get out little missy and smile or I’ll tell everyone you are a boy.”  Frank cringed.  He put a frilly ankle out onto the tarmac.  He got out and desperately pushed his petticoats down at the back.  Of course he couldn’t really see if they were ok and his mother offered no help.  He was terrified his ‘spank me’ message might be seen.

Heads turned and looked him up and down as he tottered nervously clutching his bag.  They couldn’t decide which was more ridiculous his petticoats, the lacey tights on his long legs or the frilly ankle socks.  He didn’t know much about female fashion but he was 100% sure this was not how a teenage girl was supposed to dress.  If they knew he was a boy!

He struggled to keep the smile as he walked towards the church door.  They passed a clutch of teenage girls.  He overheard: “OMG! I mean, like, what age is she, six?” followed by sniggers.

They went in the church porch and through the doors.  The aisle was tiled and Frank’s heels clacked loudly causing heads to turn.  Just what he needed, more attention!

His mother chose a pew.  He followed but his petticoats were wider than the gap between the seats.  He pushed them through and made damn sure to hold his petticoats down at the back when sitting.

The service involved repeated standing, kneeling and sitting.  Each movement required desperate adjustment of his petticoats.  Angela clearly delighted in his torture.

Outside a neighbour invited them back for tea and cakes.  His mother readily accepted.  Frank tried to keep the smile on his face but despaired.

[DaraJaney]

In the neighbour’s living room they were invited to sit.  Frank wasn’t sure what to do with his handbag.  His mother suggested just putting it on the floor beside his chair.  Frank leaned forward to place it there.

“Oh my word!” the neighbour remarked.  Frank froze.  He turned around.  She was smirking.  His mother said “I warned you to be careful Frances!”  She looked at the neighbour.  “Well, you know what you have to do.”  She was unsure.  “Really?”  “It’s the only way she’ll learn.”  “Very well then.”

The neighbour sat in her chair.  His mother nudged him towards her.  He wanted to die again as he tottered over to her.  She wouldn’t, would she?  She reached out to him and steered him to the side of her knees.

She made him bend over her knees.  He saw Angela move around behind him to get the best view.  There followed prolonged rustling of petticoats as the lady pushed them up over his back to clear the space.  His view was back under her legs of the pink frills on his ankle socks as his feet dangled on the other side.

Slap!  Her hand came down on his bottom.  “How many?” she asked.  There was a long pause before anyone answered.  Long enough for Frank to consider how the scene looked from their point of view.  His yellow, white laced panties in the air, his lacey tights below that and the underside of his petticoats, resting on his back.

“I think six is traditional”, his mother said.  Frank twitched as each blow was struck.  It wasn’t so painful actually.  He supposed the layers of lace and the tights under his panties cushioned the blows somewhat.  Far worse was the humiliation of being put over a neighbour’s knees with his frilly panties fully exposed.

Five spanks and it was nearly over.  But there was an agonizingly long pause.  Did he hear her take a drink of water or something before the last spank?  Just when he thought it wasn’t coming he was whacked again.

She helped him straighten up and he desperately pushed his petticoats down at the back.  “Now let that be a lesson to you young lady!” his mother scolded.  Frank looked suitably chastened as he studied the carpet.

“Now thank the lady and curtsey.”  Frank frowned.  What was a curtsey?  He saw Angela mime one behind the neighbour.  He clutched his petticoats either side, held them out and tried to mimic the leg movement Angela had demonstrated.  “Thank you.”  “Your welcome.  Anytime”, the lady chuckled.  Frank walked to his seat and sat very carefully smoothing his petticoats under his bottom.

The ladies chatted over their tea while Frank sat demurely in is seat, a napkin protecting his dress from crumbs.  It seemed like ages as the women chatted on and on.  Eventually it was time to go.  Frank stood up, carefully smoothing his petticoats down, especially at the back.  He walked across the room.  Angela called to him.  “You’re forgetting something.”

Frank turned to see her pick up his handbag.  She threw it to him very high.  Frank instinctively reached up to catch it.  He managed to hold it in his hands but cringed as he realized what had happened.  He turned to see his mother and the neighbour frowning at him.  He sighed heavily.

The neighbour went over and sat in her chair.  Frank’s shoulders sagged but he walked over and leaned over her lap submitting to his punishment.  She pulled his petticoats up over his back again.  “Twelve this time”, his mother instructed.  Frank bit his lip as the spanking proceeded just grateful again for the slight cushioning effect of the frills on his panties and the tights beneath.

He was relieved to get home without further incident.  His mother and aunt looked him up and down.  “Well at least you kept your clothes clean and didn’t get into any nasty boyish behaviour”, his mother told him.  “Yes, we should dress him like this all the time!” his aunt added.  Frank winced.  It wasn’t fair.  When he was bold he was told he would have to spend a week in dresses and now that he was good they were telling him that meant they should keep him in dresses.  He couldn’t win!

“What about school tomorrow?” Angela asked.  “Even a girl wouldn’t be allowed wear painted nails in our school.”  His mother looked at his long pink acrylic nails.  “The salon isn’t open today and I think they take Mondays off instead of Saturday.  They can only be removed professionally.”  That was true even it if wasn’t the whole truth.  Frank knew nothing of these feminine ways.

“The convent allows girls to wear all sorts of make-up”, his aunt added.  All the rich kids go there so the nuns were prevailed upon by the fee-paying families to allow it.  I think we still have my daughter Laura’s old uniform.”

She went rustling in the wardrobe while Frank looked to his mother with concern.  His aunt produced a hanger with a sky blue blouse and navy blue plaid gymslip on it.  “I know some of the nuns very well, I’m sure I could persuade them to take him for a week.  He can stay here in Laura’s room.”

“What?! No! Mum!”  Surely she wouldn’t agree to that.  But she was looking at the uniform.  “Let’s see if it fits him.”  Frank started to protest but she was unzipping his yellow dress and he was very relieved to get the mortifying dress, petticoats, lacey tights and spank-me panties off.

“I think it’s time he got some little boobies”, his aunt came towards him with a bra.  Angela helpfully found some rolled up socks to pad out the cups.  “Please Mum stop them!”  But the bra was fastened on him and soon his mother was buttoning up his sky blue blouse.  His aunt was holding the gymslip ready to pull on over him as soon as she was done.

They tugged at the pleated skirt of the gymslip to get all the pleats straight and stood back.  “A bit short but not bad”, his aunt concluded.  “I heard that Mother Superior uses a tape measure to check on girls whose gymslips are too short”, Angela chuckled.

Frank was still nervously tugging at the hem of his gymslip as his aunt produced a pair of tan tights.  When these were on him she buckled his high-heeled t-bar shoes back on.

Finally his aunt tied the pink school cravat around his neck.  “It matches the pink ribbons in your hair so I think we can leave them in there for another day or two.”