His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 174.

Outside, the girls were now playing “he” – appropriate because at that very moment it was Bobby being pursued by Harriett.  Harriett having the shortest legs, she was being caught the easiest, and Bobby had decided to give her a chance.  So instead of exploiting his natural superiority, he pretended to slip as he turned so she could catch him.  Harriett, instead of being satisfied with a touch, reached out and grabbed the only thing available – Bobby’s skirt.  At the same time she fell over, dragging it down around his ankles, tripping him and sending him flying onto the grass.  He was left flat on his face, Harriett lying behind him, his skirt still clutched in her hand. The other girls screamed with laughter.  But Harriett had had an idea, and as Bobby was struggling to his feet, she jumped up and ran past him.
“Hey!  My skirt!” cried Bobby.
But she was gone.  She ran straight into the living-room through the open French doors. Miki tried to catch her, but she swerved, and they heard her galloping up the stairs.
“Little menace!” hissed Miki, jumping up.  “Harriett!  Come down here at once!”  But the only reply was silence.  “I’ll go get her.”  She looked out into the garden, and grinned.  Bobby was sitting on the grass, mitts placed strategically in lap, looking distinctly uncomfortable.
She climbed the stairs.  It was very quiet.  She checked all the bedrooms.  No Harriett.  She found her eventually, hiding in a wardrobe.
“Okay where is it?”  She did her best to sound stern.  “Harriett, where’s Bobby’s skirt?  Tell me please.  Harriett!”
But Harriett would only smile, bite her finger, and shake her head.
“Harriett.  We’re going to have ice-cream soon.  None for you until you tell me where you’ve hidden Bobby’s skirt.”
Harriett’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief, but reply there came none.  Clarissa appeared on the scene.
“Harriet, sweetie – Bobby needs his skirt, darling, Just tell us where it is, and we can go have some nice cold ice-cream, yes?  What’s your favourite?”
At least she got a response.  Harriet giggled.  “Bobby looks funny.  Boys shouldn’t wear skirts.”
And that was all they could get out of her.  They searched for ten minutes, and gave up.  They all went back down.  Bobby was lying on his side, facing the house.  He had been on his back, but the combined effect of the fine, taut latex and the warmth of the sun had been having a stimulating effect, and now lying on his tummy was out of the question.
“Sorry, Bobby.  Your skirt’s disappeared.”
“What?  No
it must be somewhere.  Harriett
?”
“She refuses to tell us.  Never mind.  Let’s have some ice-cream on the lawn.  Harriett?  Naughty girl!  But I suppose you need some too
”
“Yay!”

They all sat around on the lawn, in the shade of the house, eating melting ice-cream out of little dishes.  Bobby, unable to hold a spoon, had to be fed.  Noting his red ears and defensive posture, Miki volunteered, spooning ice-cream into his mouth whilst dabbing at the drips which spilled down his front with a tissue, which was soon slick with melted vanilla.  Then, by tilting the spoon, she contrived to drop a blob onto the front of his hotpants, giving herself the perfect excuse to give them some attention.
“Bobby!  Don’t be silly!  For goodness’ sake!  Take your hands away and let me wipe it up!”
As she mopped at the latex, she squeezed the soaked ball of tissue so that it actually made matters worse, coating the front of his pants with slimy ice-cream.  Positioning herself between he and the others, so they couldn’t see what she was doing, she proceeded to work the pad of sticky tissue steadily up and down the growing bulge, periodically sliding it around under the stretched latex, and slapping his mitts aside whenever they tried to intervene. 
In the space of a few minutes, she had brought him to a state of quite satisfactory tumescence.  He dared not move, let alone get up, and was forced to sit there hiding behind Miki, struggling vainly against arousal, as she gently coaxed him towards maximum dilation.  Not until the swollen head of his boyhood had thrust upwards almost to the silver waistband of his hot pants, did she consent to reach for the baby wipes, and restore the soiled latex to its original glossy perfection, paying particular attention to the sausage-shaped bulge, until it was twitching desperately and gleaming proudly in the sunshine.  She couldn’t suppress a snort of laughter at his burning cheeks, and the expression of dismay on his face.  She had no idea how, in this situation, he was going to deal with such a massive erection.  She couldn’t imagine that after her thorough and careful ministrations, and given the tautness of the latex and the warmth of the afternoon sun, it would be subsiding any time soon.  Garden games would be out of the question.  But she was interested to see how enterprising he could be, with not even a little skirt to hide his plight.  As she rose to her feet, his fists slipped quickly back into his lap.  Before she walked away, she ruffled his hair.
“More ice-cream, Bobby?”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 175.

Receiving to reply, Miki looked at the others.
“Just as well – what a messy eater he is!  Girls?  Anyone for more?”
There was a chorus of “yes, please, Miki!”  And a discussion about sauces.  All Bobby wanted was for the others to disperse, and leave him to recover.  But Miki couldn’t resist teasing him.
“Bobby
   I never got a really nice piccy of you by yourself.  Would you mind maybe standing by the cherry tree so I can
”
“No!” he cried – in his alarm, rather too loud and hastily, so that everyone stared at him.  He tried to backtrack.
“I mean
not right now, Miki
  I just want to sit here quietly for a bit
”
“What’s up?” said Charlotte, swallowing a mouthful of ice-cream.  “You’ve gone all quiet, and now you’re shouting at her.  Miki just wants a nice photo, that’s all.  Prob’ly wants to make a poster to put in her bedroom, like Mellie!” 
“Like Mellie?”  said Rochelle, puzzled.
“Yeah,” laughed Amelia.  “Last time we were here we found a poster of him in his little boot boy outfit, didn’t we, Charlie?”
Rochelle put down her spoon.  “In his what?”
“In his little blue and yellow rubber boot boy uniform,” explained Charlotte.  “He’s training to become some sort of super boot boy, polishing up ladies boots.  He even put his uniform on for us - didn’t you Bobby?  He looked so cute and sexy in it!”
Bobby stared at his feet.
“An’ Mellie
?”
“Yeah, he’s like her pin-up boy
”
“He’s not, Charlotte!”  It was MĂ©lisande’s turn to blush.  She put on a ‘common’ voice in a vain attempt to sound convincing.  “It wasn’t a poster – just a photo,see?  And I put it there cos
er
yeah, I nicked it from mum.  I wasn’t really s’posed to have it.”  Anyway, I threw it away, so there
”
“Did you?  Did you throw it away?  Why?” asked Rochelle, disappointed.
“Bet she didn’t,” grinned Amelia.  “Let’s go see
”
The girls jumped to their feet.  Clarissa knew it was time to step in.
“Excuse me!  No-one’s going anywhere in my house without my permission.  So you can all sit down again.”
The girls reluctantly resumed their places.
“We have pictures of him in his outfit anyway,” said Amelia, quietly.  “We’ll show you later.”
“Yes, do that,” said Clarissa.  “We’ve all seen Bobby in his uniform.  One of his uniforms.  It’s not funny, Charlotte.  He’s going to be doing an important job, isn’t he, Nicole?”
Nicole smiled.  “Yes, a very important job.  Particularly when there’s a show on.  For many classes the marks also depend on turn-out, so everyone needs to have nice clean, shiny boots.  So Bobby can’t be working in everyday clothes, can he?  He needs a special outfit that’s not going to be spoiled by water or mud or the special creams and polishes he’ll be using.”
“I didn’t mean to be rude,” said Charlotte, somewhat subdued.  “I mean, I understand it’s a proper uniform, an all that
   But it is cute
”
“Can we see it
?” hazarded Rochelle.
“Ooh, yes
can we?” added Trixie, eagerly.  “It’s not really fair
Amelia and Charlotte have photos, but we don’t...”
Clarissa looked at Nicole.  “Well, I don’t know
”
“Well his uniform’s here.,..  I don’t mind.  It’s up to Bobby.”
Miki was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.  She’d never met a guy like this before, and now she was dying to get to know him better.  She could already tell, by the way he seemed so easily intimidated by anyone female, that she could end up having a lot of fun at his expense. 
“Go on, Bobby.  Let me get a piccy of you as you are, then another one in your other outfit.  Please
  I’d really love to see it
  Maybe you even have
.others?”  She looked at Nicole.
Nicole nodded.  “Well, Miki, Bobby does have several pretty cool outfits.”
Bobby raised his head and glared at her.  Nicole pretended not to notice.
“The only other one I brought with me
well, it’s brand new.  I don’t even know whether it will fit.  I only picked it up from the manufacturers a couple of days ago
”
“What is it?” asked Amelia, excitedly.
“Oh, what’s it called now?  Ah, yes.  Pageboy.  Pageboy, that’s right.”
“Aunt?  You never told me
”
“Sorry, Bobby.  I was going to.  I only brought it over so you could try it on after the party.  But if you want to wear it now, you can
”
“I
”
“I know,” cried Miki.  “We could have a Bobby fashion show!  What about it Bobby?”
“Yes let’s,” squealed Rochelle.  “He could parade in all his outfits and we could be photographers!”
“That’s a great idea!” said Trixie.  “Can we?  Please, Bobby
  It would be so fun
”
Soon the girls were chanting “Fashion show!  Fashion show” at the tops of their voices, and all begging Bobby to agree.  He found it so difficult to resist a bunch of little girls.  He looked at MĂ©lisande.  Even she was smiling, probably relieved her friends had been prevented from pursuing the matter of the photo – especially because it had now been enlarged into a real poster, and occupied a position on her bedroom wall!

[Simonssister]

Chapter 176. 

Bobby was on the horns of a dilemma.  If it weren’t for the fact that, over the course of the preceding conversation, partly due to the mere passage of time and partly to the unnerving substance of the suggestions, his erection had quite subsided, and he was respectable once more, he would have outright refused.  Now he was thinking this “superfine latex hotpants dance unitard” may be simply too much of a liability.  It was definitely worse than the boot boy uniform he was used to, and probably worse than the “Pageboy”, whatever that entailed.  It was Miki that decided him.  She sat down beside him and placed a hand on his thigh, just above the top of his sock.  As her fingers encountered his warm, sticky flesh, Bobby tensed and press his mittens closer together defensively. 
“So, Bobby,” she whispered, her lips inches from his right ear.  What’s it to be?  Are you going to go on the catwalk for us, or do I have to” – here she gave his flesh a gentle squeeze – “do I have to arouse your natural instincts again
?”
He looked around desperately at the expectant faces.  But there was one face that wore an expression of undisguised displeasure.   MĂ©lisande had been suspicious from the start of the attention Miki had been paying him.  Now, there she was, handling him like a piece of her property!  She was about to say something rash, when Bobby, made equally uncomfortable by Miki’s proximity, and fearing she might do what she threatened, jumped to his feet.
“I’ll do the fashion show.  I will.  I’ll go get changed.” 
But as he went to make for the French doors, she too was up like a flash and had grabbed his arm.
“Not so fast, young man.  You’re already wearing costume number one.  You need to parade in this first of all.  Then you can change.”
There was a chorus of yesses. 
“Out here in the garden!” piped up Rochelle,
Bobby bit his lip.  But there was no escape.  Miki led him firmly by the arm out into the sunlight and over to the cherry tree on the left of the garden.  He was helpless.  The girls – and the women – already had their phones out.  She made him stand with his back to the tree.  She spoke quietly, looking straight into his eyes.
“Be a good boy, Bobby.  Don’t you like being the centre of attention?”  Bobby made a face.  “I’m sure you do, whatever you may pretend.  When I tell you to start, just walk slowly to the other side of the garden and back a couple of times.  Twirl half way both ways.  Swing your arms a little.  We’ll tell you what to do next.  Okay?”
He nodded.  He was resigned to his fate, as always seemed to be the case.  Miki withdrew to the shade, and took a seat on one of the garden chairs.
“Ready Bobby?  Off you go then.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 177.

As usual in these situations, Bobby knew very well he had two options; either to sulk and dawdle, which is probably what Miki wanted, so she could make fun of him and force him to do everything over again; or to play along with a good grace, and conceal his frustration.  And as usual, he decided to put on the act, and did the best imitation of a fashion model he could muster, swinging his hips and adopting such a supercilious air that he actually looked rather impressive.  He tried not to think about all the photos and videos that were being made, and to whom they would be shown in the coming weeks and months. 
If he thought he was going to get away with a couple of circuits he was soon disabused.  The worst bit was posing in front of them all while their cameras devoured his embarrassment.
“Smile, Bobby!”  “Make a peace sign!”  “Hold the frills!”  “Do a little dance!  The latex gleams so nicely in the sunlight
”  “Bobby!  Hands behind your back!  Stop being so shy
”  (That was Nicole.) 
Strangely, however, his embarrassment began to lessen, and his ego began to take over.  He really seemed to be a hit.  Okay, so they were mostly young girls, but there was no denying they found him handsome and attractive.  His body was quite muscley now, from all the pony training.  He started to show off a bit, flexing his muscles and indulging in what he imagined were cool dancefloor moves.  He was so taken up in himself, he failed to see the sniggering, and when Rochelle suggested they play some music for him, he was merely flattered.  Clarissa had to cover her mouth to stop from laughing out loud.
“Oh my god,” she whispered sideways to Nicole, “he’s really getting into it.  Honestly, if he could see himself
  And that outfit
  Without the skirt
well
it doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”
“I know, Clarissa.  He can be so vain, sometimes.  Doesn’t he realise these videos the girls are taking
  I mean, they’re not going to keep them to themselves, are they?”
“No
by the time he starts his job, he’s going to be famous
”
“I think it’s time for a change.  Bobby?  Bobby!  Time for your next costume.  Come on.”
A chorus of dismayed “Ohs” from the spectators.  But Nicole insisted.  She took him by the wrist and led him inside.
“I was just getting warmed up, auntie
”
“Yes, I could see
  Now, time for your pretty dress
”
“Cool!  I’ll show them what a great girl I can be
”
“I’m sure you will, darling
”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 178.

Once in the bedroom she hoisted the large bag onto the bed.
“I have a little confession to make.  When I said I’d left the key to your mittens at home, I lied.  Sorry.  If I hadn’t, you would have been bugging me all day.  Did you really think I’d do that?”
“So all that having Miki feed me
”
“Yes, unnecessary.  But you looked as though you were enjoying it.  Actually I let you keep them on because Miki asked me.”
“She asked you?”
“Yes.  Said she wanted to get to know you better.”  She grinned.  “I think she fancies you, Bobby
”
Bobby snorted.  Nicole freed him from his cuffs.  He stretched his fingers. 
“Okay.  So what’s next?”
“Your dress.  Here it is.  Let me unzip you.”
Nicole unzipped the back of the unitard and peeled it off his glistening body.  While she rolled it up in a plastic bag ready to be washed later on, Bobby discarded his headband, collar, socks and shoes, grabbed a towel and slipped into the shower.  He was back within three minutes.  He climbed into the little pink bloomers with their tiny yellow frills, and then Nicole helped him into the dress, zipped it up and fastened the top.  She plucked at the little puff sleeves to make them more puffy.
“There.  Now
sit down and let me touch up your makeup.”  She got to work.  “I brought a few accessories, if you’d like
”
“Oh?”
“Stockings – hold-ups – sheer pink, a bit sparkly
  I thought of fishnets - but pink fishnets
”
“Too tarty
”
“Quite.  Silver ballet shoes
”
“Nice!”
“Yellow satin choker
match the neck of the dress
”
“Really?”
Nicole smiled.  He seemed really excited about his costume now.
“I’ll do your hair in a couple of bunches – pink ribbons
”
“Okay
”
“And I brought a couple of cheap plastic bangles
”
“Could I have a pink ribbon round one wrist too, aunt?  Tied in a nice big bow?  Sort of match the bow on my dress
”
“Yes.  Good idea.”
Clarissa called from outside.  “Nicole?  Are you nearly ready?  The natives are getting restless
”
“Two minutes Clarissa.”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 179.

The boy had simply disappeared.  In his place was a pretty girl – a well-built one, but undeniably a girl.  As he swept into the garden with a rustle of latex skirt against latex bloomers, the girls gave a universal gasp.
“Bobby!” cried MĂ©lisande.  “You look
gorgeous!”
His bloomers peeped cheekily out from under his shortened skirt.  He strode proudly between Charlotte and Trixie, out into the sunlight, and did a little twirl, revealing then right up to the yellow waist frilling.  Then he played coy, putting his fingers to his lips and pretending to be embarrassed.  But all his initial reticence had evaporated now.  He was out for maximum attention.  One moment he moved like a fashion model, the next he skipped like a little girl, or minced like posh lady.  Miki shook her head slowly.
“What an ego
  What an actor!”
He finished with a final flash of his bloomers, and scurried back towards the house with applause sounding in his ears.
“Next, mesdames, I shall appear as
Bobby the Boot Boy!”

He hurried back to the bedroom to change.  Nicole left him to it.  She turned to Clarissa.
“Well, well.  Not what I was expecting.”
“Nor I.  It opens up all sorts of possibilities, n’est-ce pas?”
“Well, I guess.  He’s behaving like a real show-off today.”
As for Bobby, it was as if he had suddenly discovered celebrity.  He had a tummy full of butterflies, but they were excited butterflies, not anxious ones. 
“They want more, and they’ll get it,” he was thinking.  “Not only did I give Mellie her best present, but I’m providing the entertainment, too.  I really had them cheering and laughing, didn’t I?  I just love that feeling
  All eyes on me, the cameras, everything
  Miki likes me too
  She’s pretty cool, actually.  Wow, she made me so hot before.  If we hadn’t been at a kids’ party
  Not Mellie, I mean.  She’s not a kid like the others
  But Miki’s pretty sexy.  If she asked me
”
“Bobby?  Need any help?”
“No auntie.  Won’t be a minute
”  He quickly dusted his little blue and yellow pants with rose-scented talc.
“They seem tighter than I remember.  Guess I’ve grown a bit.”  He pulled on his spandex “Boot Boy Bobby” shirt, his short yellow socks and blue trainers with yellow laces.  Finally his little yellow latex gloves with blue frills at the cuffs, and his cap.  He looked in the mirror.  Only then did he experience a momentary frisson of doubt.  He took a mental step back.  Was it not rather
sissy?  He looked at his little frilled pants. The halved latex, blue on the right and yellow on the left, was so fine that, stretched taut over the flattened mound his boyhood, it became almost translucent – well on the yellow side at least.  Cheeks burning he worked it across, away from the blue heart welded to the yellow pane, across to the blue side.  There, that wasn’t so bad
was it?  Was he getting cold feet all of a sudden?
He might even, at that late stage, have chickened out, had not Clarissa walked in at that very moment, after a perfunctory knock.
“Bobby, come on.  Everyone’s waiting.  My goodness, you look great!  I’d forgotten how smart your uniform is.”
“It is
?”  He peered at her face – but there wasn’t even a hint of amusement or mockery.
“Trixie and Rochelle can’t wait to see you.  Oh, your belt.  Don’t forget you belt.  Here, I’ll do it for you.”
She threaded the blue rubber belt through the loops, and fastened the yellow plastic buckle.
“There you look a million dollars.  Let’s go.”

Whilst she been away, Nicole had been issuing whispered instructions to the girls. 
“Listen girls – this is important.  I don’t know what’s come over Bobby today.  He’s normally very shy about his outfits.  So we don’t want to spoil things, now do we?  No giggling, nothing to make him feel self-conscious.  All right?”
They nodded eagerly.
“By all means tell him he looks great, but let’s keep him happy and confident, yes?  Then you’ll get to see his final outfit too.”
So when he appeared in the living room, still feeling unsure, the girls all turned around and started cheering.  Relief flooded over him.  Tugging the blue frilling down as well as he could – though it simply rode up again – he jumped the threshold into the garden and faced the row of upturned faces with hands on hips.
“Hi, girls.  Hope you like my uniform!  In a few weeks I’m gonna be the official Pitt’s Wood Boot Boy!  Amazing, eh, Rochelle?”
Rochelle’s eyes were nearly falling out.
“Yeah!  Amazing!”  (Though whether she had in mind the position, or his uniform, was uncertain.)
Trixie came to the rescue. 
“You look so smart, Bobby!  Where did you even find such a great outfit?” 
“My aunt got it for me.  She knows a special secret manufacturer.  And Miss Poole, who’s the principal – the boss – of Pitt’s Wood, she had to approve it too.  Miss Poole is a very important lady.”
“Will you be cleaning her boots too?” asked Harriett, wide-eyed.
“When she sees what a good job I’m doing, I’m sure I will.  She’s financed everything, hasn’t she, aunt?”  Nicole nodded.  “She’s even built me my own parlour.”
“Wow, Bobby!  You’re gonna be very important, ain’t you?” gasped Rochelle.  “Would outside people – people like us, fr’instance – be allowed to visit you?”
“I’m not sure
”
“They will, Bobby,” said Clarissa.  “But he’ll have to charge you, Rochelle.  And we don’t know how much it’s going to cost yet.”
“I’m gonna save up then!”
“Me too!”
“I’m sure there’ll be discounts for students,” remarked Nicole.  “Bobby,” she added, “do a turn and show the girls the alternating panels on your shorts.”
He did as he was bid.
“I like the “B” for Bobby inside that little heart,” said Amelia.  So cute!”
“I like your little rubber gloves, Bobby,” added Trixie. 
“I have to wear those when I’m working,” replied Bobby, importantly.  “I have a special case, too, with all my brushes and polishes and things.  And kneepads, cos I’ll be kneeling a lot.”
“Yes,” exclaimed MĂ©lisande, “a lot of customers might be in a hurry, so they’ll keep their boots on, and sit in a nice comfy chair, and Bobby will clean them like that.”
“Well, it’s not only that they may be in a hurry,” Bobby corrected her, “but it’s much easier and more efficient to clean boots that are being worn.  They can’t move and they can’t flop about.”
“Has Bobby ever cleaned your boots, Mellie?” asked Charlotte.
“Oh yes, once or twice.”  She smiled.  “Once at a big party
”
Bobby, not wishing to be reminded of that, quickly changed the subject.
“Yes, as I was saying, my uniform was quite expensive, wasn’t it auntie?  The latex has to be specially tough so it won’t tear
”
“Yes, it’s true.  Bobby, come here.”  She couldn’t resist it.  She went over, took a leg frill between finger and thumb, stretched it, and let it smack back on his thigh.  Everyone laughed – except Bobby.
“Ow!  That hurt!”
“Nonsense.  I’ll do it again.”
“No!”
He took off down the garden, Nicole in hot pursuit.  Soon the girls had joined in, and after a short chase he was brought down and jumped on by all of them.  He at least managed to turn onto his tummy before they pinned him down; after which MĂ©lisande climbed astride him and, with thoughtful magnanimity, invited her friends to smack his bottom as much as they liked.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 180.

His confidence restored, and even enhanced by the chorus of disappointment when he stated his intention to change into the final outfit, Bobby headed back to the bedroom, with Nicole in tow.
“So
show me “Pageboy”, then.”
“Okay, darling
  It’s very simple: cap, shirt, gloves, shorts, socks, shoes, colours red and white.”
“What does a pageboy actually do?”
“He
er, leads the bride at weddings
acts as a sort of decorative servant, I think.  To be honest, I’m not quite sure.  (People always say “I’m not quite sure” when they know shit.)  I mean he has ceremonial rather than arduous duties – stands around, maybe doing things like directing people and stuff.  Almost the opposite of a boot boy
”
“Sounds good.  Hope the uniform looks good.  Hope it fits, too.”
“Don’t worry – Cynthia has all your measurements.”

The uniform was already laid out on the bed.  Not too bad, thought Bobby.  The shorts were actually shorts, with little legs, better than the tiny pants he was wearing.  He nodded.
“Okay.  Let’s do it.”
Nicole helped him on with the shiny, stretch satin shirt, with its cute Boot Boy badge..  It fitted nicely, not at all tight, the elasticated waistband just offering a peek of his belly-button, the lace-trimmed sleeves elasticated at the wrists, the lace-trimmed collar with curved points either side of a smart red bow-tie.
“Now pop your gloves on, so
  They go under the sleeves, like that.  See how nice your hands look, sheathed in pretty red latex, disappearing under the lacey trim?  Now, your shorts.”  She gave them a shake.  “See how fine the latex is?  And such a lovely, almost orangey, red.  It’s superfine latex – you can tell.  Feel it.”
“Yeah.  They don’t look very big, though
  I mean, the legs are good, but will I be able actually to get into them?”
“They’re supposed to be like that, so they fit you like a second skin.  Wait a minute, darling, there’s a sheet of instructions and a tube of something
”
She read the instructions out loud.
“These shorts are manufactured from the highest quality superfine latex, designed to fit the contours of the wearer.  The latex has been ultra-polished on both surfaces.  On no account must it be treated with talc-um or other powders as this will, over time, affect the high polish.  Before wearing it is recommended the inside of the garment be treated with a small amount of Lubex lubricant.  This should make the process of putting on the garment trouble-free.”
“That’s this stuff,” said Bobby, picking up the tube.
“Yes.  Okay. Let’s do it.”
Nicole lay the shorts on the bed, squeezed a bead of Lubex inside, and spread it around by rotating her hand on the front.
“I think that’s enough.  Feels super-slippery, anyway.  Let’s try now.”
She went down on one knee and held the shorts open.  Bobby stepped in, and she drew then up his legs till the waistband was around this upper thighs.  It didn’t look as though they would be large enough to go over his hips, but, holding them by the belt loops on either side, she pulled them up as hard as she could.  To her surprise they slipped easily over his bum, and the waistband snapped neatly into place around the narrowest point of his waist.
“Wow.  That Lubex stuff is the business!”  She took a step back.  “Oh my god
  They certainly do mould themselves to your contours, just like it says
”
Bobby was about to check himself in the mirror, but Nicole thought it better to finish the job first.  She gave him a gentle push so that he sat down on the bed, then knelt and put on his lacey socks and trainers.  Finally she threaded his red leather belt through.  Cynthia had found him a little red leather belt-purse, too, with a heart on it, and she’d even popped a couple of sweets in.  Nicole buckled up the silver belt buckle, shoved on his baseball cap, and he was ready to go.  Again he made a move towards the mirror, but Nicole took him by his smooth gloved hand and led him to the door. 
“You look fine.  The girls are waiting for their next course.  Come on.”
The costume felt great – smart and smooth and comfortable.  He got a cheer as he reappeared on the lawn.  Clarissa and Miki exchanged delighted glances.  Those shorts were definitely eye-catching! 
Bobby swaggered about proudly.  There were multiple requests for poses, which even he was a little surprised at.  “I would have thought they’d had enough of me by now,” he mused.  But on the contrary, they seemed more enthusiastic than ever.
“That’s the best one yet!” yelled Rochelle.
She was okay, that girl.  One of his most enthusiastic admirers.
“You should start a Bobby fan club,” suggested Miki, cheekily.  But to her surprise her suggestion was taken seriously.
“Yes!  Let’s do that!” cried Charlotte.
“I know!  We can get posters made of Bobby in all his outfits, and put them up on our bedroom walls!” said Amelia.  Adding, snidely, “Just like MĂ©lisande!”
MĂ©lisande frowned.  And it wasn’t only the snide remark.  First it was that Miki, now her friends – all trying to claim possession of her Bobby – her pony, in fact!  Why was he being so stupid?  Didn’t he realise what an idiot he looked in all these costumes?  Especially this one!  Really!  Bobby the Boot Boy, indeed!  Bobby the Sausage Boy, more like!  She giggled at the thought.  How could he not realise what an exhibition he was making of himself?  Well, served him right for being so vain.  Just wait till he sees the pictures, she thought, with a smile.  I’ll explain it to him on Monday, when I ride him out.  And I won’t spare the whip, either.  Oh, he’ll pay.  I know what I’ll do!  I’ll make an album for him, and give it to him on his birthday.  I’ll call it, Bobby the Saus
  No, I can’t do that.  Bobby the Idiot.  That would be enough.  Now
  What’s Nicole saying
?
Nicole was on her feet.  “Girls, if you’re serious about a fan club, I’ve got the perfect thing.  Just a second.”  She ran inside and returned in a moment.  “Here.  For each of you.”
She handed out Cynthia’s “Bobby Boot Boy” badges, much to the girls’ delight.  “And next time we meet I’ll have Bobby Boot Boy baseball caps as well.  You can spread the word, and get him lots more customers!”
MĂ©lisande was horrified.  They were really going to do it.  Her face assumed a spiteful expression.  Good.  Serve him right.  Total, universal humiliation.  She had just been getting to like him, and now suddenly he had got so far up his own arse that
  Well, if that was what he wanted
  Just wait till the dressage event