A Model Son

[krystalasbaby2017]

Such a short sissy dress the way it is cut almost sounds like a sissy baby dress giggles

[Sissy Poopsie]

Great story thank you for it.


Looking forward to reading more of his sissy adventures.

Maybe when the girls have their tea party in town he will  be seated in a high chair.


As it seems it would be more appropriate as to how he is now dressed.

 

[Andlat]

How long's it been since Jake's worn even a scrap of boy clothes? It looks like he's being set up for a future of wearing very juvenile dresses when he's not at work at the lolita maid café.

[Angel6677]

I see Jake them starts calling  big  sisters his !

[DaraJaney]

After his shift at the maid cafĂ©, Jake often had to run the gauntlet of the boys in the park or on the street outside his house.  “We should beat the crap out of the sissy!” one of them suggested one day.  The ring leader disagreed.  “We can’t beat up a sissy girly thing like that!  We might dirty his pretty dress or he might get a run in his tights!”  The boys roared laughing while Jake desperately tried to trot on as quickly as he could in his heels while clutching his petticoats.

“But if he ever appears again in boy’s clothes 
 all bets are off!”  Jake cringed.  He obviously desperately wanted to wear trousers again but was that going to result in his being beaten up repeatedly?

The school holidays were over that week and Jake was due to go back to school on Monday.  He had been desperately looking forward to being released from his maid’s job.  But these boys went to the same school.  He was fairly sure they would carry out their threat.

He told his mother what they had said.  She assured him they were just teasing him.  But on his last day returning from the cafĂ© he was sure there was an extra tension in their demeanour as if they were really looking forward to getting him at school the following week.

He pleaded with his mother that he couldn’t go back to school – that he would be beaten up every day.  That’s what they were promising.  His mother continued to insist that he had no need to worry but he wasn’t being assured.

In the end she could see how genuinely worried he was and she said “well I could home-school you for a while.”  She could see a certain relief come over him at that suggestion.  But Diane wasn’t happy.  “What?  He gets to doss off school and I have to go?”  “I can’t home-school both of you.”  “It’s not fair!” Diane pouted.

“Well I’m not going to make is easy for him”, their mother reassured her.  She left the room.  She returned holding the Lolita school uniform he had modelled before – with the pink pleated skirt and matching cravat.  “You will wear this while being home-schooled.”  “What?!  Mum please no.  That’s just making things worse!”  Diane gave a satisfied smile though.  She didn’t mind him being home-schooled as long as he had to wear that humiliating uniform.  “Well that’s your choice”, his mother insisted.

On Monday morning his mother laid out his grey school uniform on his bed.  His heart skipped a beat as he saw the grey trousers and shirt.  Then beside it she laid out his girl’s school uniform with its pink cravat white white tights and high-heeled pink shoes.  “It’s your choice.  Breakfast is in 20 minutes.”

Diane was chomping her way through her cereal in the kitchen when Jake appeared around the door looking sheepish in his girl’s uniform, tugging the pink pleated skirt down self-consciously.  He minced over to the counter in the high heels and noticed a thread on his tights.  He bent down to remove it and Diane got a flash of his pink lace-trimmed panties.

“What are you going to be able to teach him?” she asked her mother as Jake perched on a high stool carefully tucking his short pleated skirt under him.

“I can teach English and Maths no problem and I did French myself in school.  The sciences are not going to be possible though”, his mother thought out loud.  “So instead I can teach him sewing and dress-making so he can help with my work!”  Jake sighed heavily while Diane happily fetched her back pack.  “Have fun!”

Jake’s hair had now grown long so his mother fetched a pair of elasticated bands and gathered it into two ponytails.  “You’ll need to tie your hair back for your lessons.”  She fetched two pink ribbons and despite his grumbles made two large bows on his pony-tails.  “All set!”

They went through the basic subjects in the morning and in the afternoon his mother insisted on his first sewing lesson.  He practiced on off-cuts of fabric.  His mother meanwhile resumed working on another school uniform design she had been toying with before.  This one had a sky blue skirt and matching collar with a big bow at the throat.

By the end of the following day that design was ready for him to wear the next day as his alternate uniform.  “And I want you to sew a net petticoat onto your first uniform as your first proper sewing project.”

So Jake sat in his second uniform, the large bow irritating his throat while he sewed the stiff net petticoat under the pink pleated skirt of his first uniform.  At the end of the day, he was done and his mother made him try the adjusted uniform on.

His skirt stood out very nicely and she was pleased with the result.  She pulled up the skirt and examined the stitching underneath.  “Very good!”  Jake pouted in front of the mirror.  He turned his back and looked over his shoulder.  He was concerned that the petticoat made the skirt even shorter on him.  He bent forward a little and the lace trim on his pink panties peeked.  “Mum! It’s too short!”

She came over and considered it.  “No problem sweetie.”  He wondered what her solution was.  “Tomorrow you can sew four rows of lace across the panties.”  “What?”  That was only making it worse.  “Yes you need to have pretty panties if you’re going to be showing them off all the time!”  Jake didn’t know how to answer that.  “And it might make sure that you don’t bend over too much.”

Jake spent most of the following day sewing on the rows of lace and grew concerned that his other lessons were suffering.  The next day he wore the uniform with the net skirt and his new frilly panties.  All through breakfast Diane kept sniggering – he had to assume it was whenever he flashed some lace.  He was relieved when she went to school and that morning he actually got to learn some French and maths.

At lunchtime his mother consulted the fridge.  “We need to do a big shop.  You’ll have to come.”  Jake pushed his net petticoat down nervously.  “Do I have to?”  “You can’t mope around the house all the time.”

Jake cringed as he walked down the street in his uniform – pink pleated skirt with the net petticoat catching the wind, cringing in his white tights and scampering to try to keep up in his heels.  He could feel the pink ribbons fluttering in the breeze.

In the shop the lady behind the counter smiled at his ridiculous appearance.  “Isn’t he pretty?”  Jake winced on hearing that she knew he was a boy.  He helped his mother as best he could while constantly trying to keep the back of his skirt down.

His mother went to the till to pay.  “Oh and two tins of beans”, she pointed to the top shelf behind Jake.  He turned and reached up for them.  “Oh what pretty panties!”  Jake pulled his arms down but there was no way of getting the beans without reaching up so he braced himself and did so as quickly as he could.

“Your sewing is good”, the lady told his mother.  “No.  He sewed all that lace on himself.”  Jake cringed as he put the tins in the basket.  “No, really!  That looks like lovely work.”  His mother grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around.  “Lift up your skirt.”

Jake wanted to die but obediently pulled up his pink skirt and net petticoat so that the lady could get a really good look at the frills on his pink panties.  He felt tugs on the lace.  “So well done!”  He wanted to cry as he lowered his skirt and just looked at the floor mortified while the lady smiled sweetly at him.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Excellent!  All sissies should have frilly panties possibly even with sissy stitched into them.  No regular panties for sissies

[DaraJaney]

Jake was aware that his mother was working on new dress designs all the time and when it came to the weekend she told him that he had another modelling job to do.  He wasn’t thrilled to hear it but could it be any worse than wearing his humiliating school uniforms?

He was surprised when his mother told him to remove his panties.  He could see that she had the pink dress he’d worn to model to the Lolita girls’ younger sisters.  She had stitched petticoats under the dress.

As he removed his panties, she spread a white towel on the bed, then made him sit on it.  She pushed him to lie back on the bed and pulled the towel around his waist and up between his legs.  She took a large safety pin.  “Hey!”  She was pinning him into a nappy!

“Mrs McKean, a few streets away, has a one-year-old baby girl and I’m trying to convince her that I can make some pretty outfits for her.”  Jake sighed heavily.  His mother flapped out a pair of transparent plastic pants and pulled them up over his feet.  They had elasticated legs and waist and she made sure the toweling was totally tucked in.

Then she took a pair of white tights.  Sadly these had become normal for him now so he didn’t resist as she pulled them up over his nappy and plastic pants.  Then came the dress and he disappeared among the layers of petticoats until she had them smoothed down and zipped him in.

Next she took knickers she had made in a matching pink with several layers of thick lace and pulled them up over his tights.  He looked in the mirror.  The flared effect of the petticoats meant that his dress only just covered the frills on his knickers.

While he was checking that out his mother pulled the lacey pinafore over his dress and tied it at the back.   Then she took a matching pink bonnet with lace trim all around the brim.  He whined a little as she placed the bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin in a big bow.

He frowned as she took a short strap that had been covered in the same pink material.  There was a little clamp at one end which she attached to his pinafore.  Then she looped the other end through the ring of a large pink soother!  “No ple
.”  His protest was silenced as she pushed the soother into his mouth.

Diane walked in at that moment.  Jake stood mortified in his pink baby dress with petticoats and pinafore, his frilly nappy cover – hopefully just about hidden under his dress, lace-trimmed bonnet and matching strap on his soother.  “Just one more thing!” his mother told him.  She had knitted a pair of large pink booties.  These also had lace trim around the ankles and she tied them on his feet with pink ribbon.

“Now!  You obviously can’t walk outside in those knitted booties but Diane came up with a solution to that.”  His mother pushed him out into the hallway.  He saw a large old-style pram there with a big black hood pulled up and lace netting attached to the hood.

Jake looked incredulously at it.  There was surely no way he was going to fit in it.  “Next door had this in their shed.  We just had to make one adjustment really”, his mother explained.  As he was pushed towards it he saw that the internal base on which the baby lay had been removed opening up the curved lower part of the pram.

Diane held the pram steady as his mother made him climb in.  He supposed this was better than walking around in this humiliating baby dress but he still whined in protest as he shifted around to get somewhat comfortable with his legs tucked under him.  His mother placed two lacey pillows behind him and he lay back with his head well in under the hood.

Diane took a pink blanket and spread it over him tucking it down at the sides.  They stood back and seemed satisfied as Jake looked up helplessly from his pram still suc-king worriedly on the soother.  Diane took a doll and stuffed it under his arm and placed a baby bottle with some milk in it under his other arm to complete the cute picture.

His mother took out her phone and snapped a photo.  She showed it to Jake.  He was mortified seeing himself in the pram lying on the lacey pillows in his pink dress, looking up innocently through the lace of his bonnet, suc-king on the soother and clutching a doll.  He supposed that it made a somewhat convincing picture but surely it wouldn’t take long for someone to realise that the ‘baby’ looked rather large!

His mother took the lace netting and dropped it over the hood of the pram.  Jake could see them clearly enough up through the lace.  His mother stood back and took another picture.  She lifted the lace and showed him the photo.  From the outside looking in, the lace provided more cover.  You could see the general fuzzy outline of a lacey bonnet, the pink and white of his dress and pinafore and the shape of the pink soother but his face was not recognisable, partly hidden by the lace-trim on his bonnet and the plastic shield of his soother.

He supposed it acted just like lace curtains on the window – during the day you can see out clearly but people can’t see in very well.  He was a little mollified by this.  As long as he lay well back and hid as much as he could behind his bonnet and soother, it might not arouse too much suspicion from passers-by.

But still he was dressed as a baby girl, in a nappy and being wheeled in a pram clutching a doll and baby bottle, suc-king on a soother.  He cringed under the pink blanket.