A Model Son

[sissykimmy1]

Love this!  Great original storyline with a TON of different places you could take it.  You have an excuse to put him in basicly any dress you can dream up at this point.  Love the group of friends I imagine he will be hanging around a lot more now. 

Having him stumble into "needing" to buy a doll to bring home was a funny, embarassing, sweetly sissy thing to occur.  Have a feeling he's going to have a hard time convincing anyone he didn't buy it cause he wanted it.  :) Nobody made him go in that store. 

[Andlat]

Like all of the other commenters, the fact that he's already in Lolita dresses makes me very curious about where this will go next. The purchase of the doll will surely come back to haunt him, but the possibilities are pretty endless, so I just have to try and be patient, I guess.

[DaraJaney]

The bus pulled away and Jake just had to cross the park now to his house.  He tottered along in his pink high heels, clutching his petticoats against the wind and concerned that his bonnet, which was perfectly designed to catch every breath of wind, would blow off him.

As he turned a corner around a hedge he saw a gang of boys playing football.  He tried to quicken his pace to get past them as quickly as possible but his heels on gravel did not facilitate that.

“Hello!” he heard from one of the boys and he cringed.  He tried to ignore them and continue but three of them ran around in front of him and cut off his escape.  He clutched his doll and bunny nervously and took a firmer grip on his pink heart-shaped handbag.

The boys looked him up and down while smirking.  He assumed that they didn’t realise he was a boy or they would be doing more than smirking.  “What’s your name?” one of them asked.  Jake tried to think what name might they find acceptable.  “Diane”, he squeaked.

The boy was puzzled.  “Diane who?  Where do you live?”  Jake sighed.  They weren’t to be put off easily.  “Diane Granger” he responded, giving his sister’s name.  The boy frowned.  “You’re not Diane Granger.  She’s in my sister’s class.”  Jake sighed – just his luck. 

He tried to walk past them but they blocked his way.  There was no way he could get away from them in these heels and in his wind-resistant petticoats.  “You’re not getting past until you tell us who you are – and it better be the truth this time!”  The boy stepped forward and ran his hand along the hem of Jake’s petticoats threateningly.

Jake’s shoulders sagged.  There was no way out of it.  “Jake Granger”, he muttered.  The boy’s jaws dropped.  They stood back in surprise and looked again at Jake’s pink frilly dress, lacey bonnet with ringlets dangling at the edges, his petticoats with lacey bloomers peeking beneath, white tights, pink socks and high heeled sandals.  Why would a boy want to dress like that!  What a sissy with his doll, bunny and pink handbag!

Jake wanted to die.  “My mother made me model these clothes because my sister broke her arm”, he explained.  But it didn’t really account for why he was flouncing across a public park on his own wearing ultra-sissy clothes.

The ring-leader stepped closer to him.  He reached for the ribbon tying Jake’s bonnet and pulled it loose.  He grabbed the bonnet and threw it to another boy.  He held it over a muddy puddle.  “No please!” Jake begged.  He knew the hours of work his mother had put into that bonnet, sewing the lace and flowers into the brim and how much money she needed to get for it.  She would be furious.  He realized how sissy he looked pleading for the naughty boys not to damage his pretty bonnet but he had no choice.  He scampered over to the boy holding bonnet the but he just held it above Jake’s head.  Jake had to let his doll and bunny go and try to reach the bonnet.

He had to jump and that only made his petticoats and layers of lace flutter and billow.  The boy ran off with his bonnet and Jake minced after him pathetically.  The boys roared laughing.  Jake stopped and tried to push his petticoats down to hide the lace of his bloomers.  Eventually the boys got bored teasing the sissy and gave him his bonnet back.  “Go on sissy!” they sneered.

Jake had to replace his bonnet and tie it securely under his chin before he could retrieve his doll and bunny.  This was not easy with his long nails and the boys just stood and laughed at his pathetic fumbling.

He was careful to bend his knees demurely while picking up his doll and bunny so as not to expose any more of his bloomers.  He then flounced off trying to muster what little dignity he had left.

The one advantage of his bonnet was that he could hide his face when walking down his home street.  He could see out of the corner of his bonnet a couple of people stop and look but they couldn’t have seen his face.  He tried to scamper as quickly as he could in the tiny steps forced on his by his high heels.  The people must, however, have seen the house he went into.  He had to hope that they thought he was his sister.  Even if they did, they had to know she would never wear untra-girly clothes like this.

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

Thank you for starting another great story - Jake is really in deep now and so quickly!

I'll guess that Diane's days of modeling mother's lolita fashions is now over, even after her arm is out of the cast and fully healed. Her classmate's brother knows his name and will probably tell his sister, who will tell Diane, thus giving her some leverage against her brother to make sure that he is the model from now on. In addition, since Diane would likely know her mother's demonstration schedule, she could tip off her classmate who could alert her brother so he and his friends can torment Jake on his way home.

We are leaving off with Jake just entering his house. What will await him there, dressed as a frilly lolita and carrying a new doll in addition to his stuffed bunny?

It wouldn't surprise me if Mother and Diane make Jake start learning how to put on his own makeup? Would the next modeling gig have Jake wearing a training bra and having small boobs to look a bit more realistic?

I think that the group of lolitas is Mother's main customer group. I think they will continue to go out together bringing Jake along and giving him an appropriate lolita girl name (Jasmine, perhaps). They might often take a bus out which is so crowded that they have to take a buss so crowded that they have to take the stairs to the second deck with Jasmine last to ascend the stairs.

It's inevitable that soon on one of the lolita outings Jasmine will have to visit the Ladies loo for the first time.

All (or most) of the lolita outings will end with Jasmine having no money but given a banknote by one of the group so a visit to a shop with required interaction to buy something to get change for the bus will be required, along with the inevitable trip up and down the bus stairs to the top deck.

The bus ride home would always involve the gauntlet of bus stop to home with Diane's classmates brother and friends on the lookout to deliver more humiliation.

Could all of this stress eventually lead to weaker bladder control and diapers?

I'm eagerly looking forward to your next chapter.

[Sissy Poopsie]

Great story I am really enjoying how it is going so far.

Since he has bought himself a new dolly maybe mommy will think he is enjoying it. And dress him in even younger and frilly outfits than he already has worn.

I can see him having a little hizzy fit which I bet his sister would find amusing.

[sissykimmy1]

Oh that last chapter is fantastic.  So completely at the mercy of the boys, and they know who he is!  I bet word about the new model is going to spread around and lots and lots of people are going to want to see.

Could make Jake too embarassed to go back to his school, so he might agree to go to school with his new lolita fashion friends. Wait, it's an all girl's school? And they might actually be a little younger than he is guessing so he might have to go back a few grades too? Hard to tell their age exactly in those outfits.

Or hey, if modeling is going well why not home schooling and doing that full time?  Maybe try out this cute new baby dress to model "just for a little while" too?

DJ thank you again for writing.  I think I'm running out of ways to say how much I like your stories.  Can't wait to see where this one goes. 

[DaraJaney]

Jake rang the doorbell.  It seemed like an age before his mother answered as he stood there with his petticoats fluttering and his head down, shielded by the wide-brim of his bonnet, wondering if anyone was looking but too terrified to look around and risk showing his face.

When she finally opened the door he headed straight for his bedroom to get the horrid clothes off and back into a pair of trousers.  He turned the handle on the door but it was locked.  He looked to his mother.

“The big annual fashion show is on next weekend” she told him.  “It’s my biggest earner of the year.  It’s essential that everything is at its best.”  Jake just looked at her.  “We need to spend this week making sure all of the dresses fit you perfectly because you’ll be modelling them again.  You did so well on Saturday – all the girls loved it!”

Jake desperately tried the doorknob again but his room and his clothes were locked off to him.  He clutched his doll tightly as he realized that he wasn’t getting out of dresses and tights and bloomers any time soon.

His mother smiled seeing his new doll.  “Where did you get that?”  Jake cringed, having forgotten all about the doll he’d had to buy.  “Eh, one of the Lolita’s gave it to me”, he lied, not wanting to admit he had gone into a shop and bought  a doll himself.

“Let me see”, his mother asked.  He was only too glad to be rid of it.  “There’s still a price tag on it!  It’s from that shop in the mall by our bus stop.”  She smiled knowingly at him.  “You must have bought the pretty dolly yourself!”  Jake winced on being caught out in his lie.  “I had to!” he started to explain.  “It’s alright”, his mother cut in sweetly.  “I love that you bought a doll to go with your dress.  You can carry it when you are modelling that dress next weekend.  Now we just need a few tucks under the arms there so it fits you better.”  Jake sighed heavily.

He had to wear a new dress or blouse and skirt each day of the week while his mother adjusted each one carefully so that it fitted him perfectly.  Diane helpfully offered her old bras stuffed with socks so he could form a more female shape.

On the second day his mother came to him with a bundle of panties, bloomers, tights and stockings.  “These need to be hand-washed”, she told him.  Jake practically backed off in horror at the lacey undies but she pushed them into his hands and steered him to the sink.

Jake hand-washed the frillies, his mother supervising and making sure he spent long enough to wash them properly and rinse them afterwards.  Then she told him they had to be hung out on the washing line.  Jake cringed at the thought of even going out in the garden in his pink dress but the clothes were dripping and undoubtedly needed to be hung out.

Jake took the basin towards the back door.  He had a good look around to check that there was nobody else in the back gardens that might see him.  He opened the door and nipped out quickly hoping to get the job done before he could be seen.

He took a pair of bloomers and reached up for the clothes line.  He winced at the thought that his dress was obviously riding up and exposing more of the lacey bloomers he was wearing.  He looked around nervously and took a pair of pink tights from the basin.

As he was reaching up to hang them he heard a wolf whistle.  He looked over his shoulder and three boys were peeking over the back wall of his garden!  “That’s Jake!”  “He’s still wearing a sissy dress!”  “Look at those frilly knickers!”

Jake dropped his arms and tried to push his petticoats down.  Two more boys appeared looking over the wall.  He had to hang up the tights and persisted despite the roars of laughter and derisory comments.

But he’d had enough.  He marched to the back door to get in.  Diane was at the door looking out.  He heard the lock click.  “You are not coming in until you hang out all your frilly underwear!” she told him.

Jake froze.  Behind him he heard a boy say “they’re HIS frilly panties!”  Diane disappeared and it was clear he wasn’t getting in until he hung up all the washing.  He slumped back to the basin.  He had to hang out the remaining panties, bloomers and stockings with the boys looking on as he reached up unavoidably exposing the lacey bloomers he was wearing.

He thought of trying to explain that he was being forced to wear the sissy clothes but the boys wouldn’t care.  They would just tease him mercilessly over his pink dress, lacey bloomers, white tights, lace-trimmed knee socks and beribboned wig.

The boys continued to make endless remarks.  “He obviously loves wearing frilly things!”  Jake swung around.  “I do not!”  One of the boys was holding up a camera phone and was clearly videoing.  Jake had just shown his face on the video.  Up to then he could probably have denied it was him but everyone would see his face and hear his voice now on the video of him hanging up frilly underwear while wearing a pink dress and lacey bloomers.