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As Ellie, Clarissa and Bobby approached the stable they could see the rest of their group standing around outside, apparently in earnest conversation. Miss Poole seemed to be explaining something to the other adults, whilst Tim and the girls were standing apart, Tim looking slightly nervous despite the attention of his admirers. He beckoned to Bobby to hurry up. Bobby grinned. He wasn’t so triumphant now. Personally he was rather looking forward to having a pageboy outfit. It sounded smart, and it would definitely be cooler than the superhero one.
Stable twenty-two was a double stable. The little group filed in slowly, Tim and Bobby in the rear. Miss Poole was expatiating on the expertise of Fantastex, Cynthia was apparently discussing plans for new outfits. The phrases “pretty dress” and “perfect for him” drifted into Tim’s hearing. His mood changed at once.
“’Ear that, Bobby?” he whispered. “I think you’re gonna get a cute little girly dress somewhere down the line! Woo, I do ‘ope so!”
“Do you? And why exactly would you hope that?”
Tim just gave him a look. They were inside now. The place had been neatly swept, and chairs placed around one end. The other end had been curtained off as a changing area. Jasmine was there, too, smartly dressed and standing by a coffee-machine on a table in one corner.
“Take your seats, everyone,” said Miss Poole. “We’ll be ready when you are, Cynthia. I really can’t wait to see your new creations.”
They all sat down, Bethany, Natasha, Amelia, Charlotte, Clarissa, Mélisande, Miss Poole, Lavinia and Nicole. Ellie remained standing, holding each of the boys by one arm, as if she thought they might make a dash for the door.
“Come through here please boys,” said Cynthia, in her business voice, holding back one side of the curtain.
Ellie ushered them ushered them through. Cynthia turned to the little audience.
“We won’t be long.”
“Take your time, Cynthia,” smiled Miss Poole. “Jasmine, dear, you can serve coffee now, and drinks for the children.”
Behind the curtain the boys found themselves facing a trestle table, on which were paid out two sets of neatly-folded pageboy clothes – white spandex tops, red latex shorts with pink belts and leg frills, and white socks - plus shiny vinyl baseball caps, latex gloves and Mary Janes.
“You will both have a choice of red or pink gloves and red or pink shoes,” said Cynthia. “Today, you, Timmy, can wear red gloves and pink shoes, and you Bobby pink gloves and red shoes. Right, let’s get you changed. Bobby, this is your outfit, here on the right. I will help you, and Ellie, please assist Timmy.”
Cynthia and Ellie pulled on short transparent latex gloves. Bobby started undressing, but Timmy hesitated. Ellie soon took him in hand.
“Come on, no time for shyness.” And she started to help him off with his clothes. When the boys were both naked, it was time to get them into their shorts. Ellie sprayed the insides with lube. That was when Tim noticed the butt-plug.
“What’s that?”
“What does it look like?” retorted Ellie. “It’s a little plug, to encourage you to comport yourself correctly, like a proper well-trained well-behaved pageboy. Now don’t be difficult, or…”
“Timothy Painter!” Miss Poole’s voice cut through the air. “I won’t tolerate procrastination! Now get on, or I’ll provide you with some encouragement.”
Tim quickly climbed into his shorts, and allowed Ellie to pull them up, holding the smooth knobbly plug and guiding it between his cheeks. Well-lubed, it slipped in easily, up to the hilt, making him gasp with surprise. For Bobby, used to the pony tail, it was nothing, but this was a totally new experience for Tim. Bobby laughed at the gobsmacked expression on his face, and even Cynthia suppressed a smile.
“Oh…oh…that feels…funny…”
“Wait till it starts vibrating,” remarked Ellie, under her breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
But if that was a shock, the next step made him blush to the roots of his ginger hair. Ellie pulled down the front of his shorts, reached down with both hands, took everything he had in one hand, and with the other stretched open the crotch loop, threaded it all through, and allowed it to snap into place at the base. Tim stared at her horrified. A mere girl, handling him like that! But she was already attending to the front loop, and soon the shaft was neatly attached to the front of his shorts, like a neatly-trussed sausage, proudly oriented to the vertical.
“There. All done. Comfortable?”
“I… I…” Tim stared at her, wide-eyed.
“Good.” She adjusted the waistband and buckled his leather belt, then stood back.
“Don’t be shy, Timmy. You look great. Very, er, nicely-proportioned. Yes, indeed. You’re definitely going to turn a few heads in these…”
Bobby was already putting on his shirt. The stretch spandex clung to his physique. The shirts were enhanced with little red ribbon collars. Ellie helped Tim with the rest of his costume, and soon both the boys were real pageboys, ready for service – whether as boot boys, or something more exotic. Which had been the idea all along. Miss Poole had been looking for something “a little provocative”, as she put it, to encourage customers to hire the boys out for domestic duties, which was potentially the biggest earner for the Centre. Cynthia’s imagination had done the rest.
Now they were ready. White socks, Mary Janes, latex gloves and shiny caps. The auto-vibes were just getting started, but fortunately were initially operating at a very low level, so the boys couldn’t feel much more than a slight twitching deep inside. Ellie drew aside the curtain, and gave the boys a little push. They shuffled reluctantly into view. Their appearance drew gasps, applause, and from the girls, it must be said, hysterical giggles.
“Shh, girls,” Natasha admonished them. “The boys look very nice…”
“They do look a bit silly, though, mummy…” ventured Amelia.
“Nonsense! Haven’t you seen a pageboy before?”
“Not ones like that…” murmured Charlotte. Which set them both giggling again.
A look from Miss Poole wiped the smiles off their faces. The earlier conference outside the stable had concerned the reception they should give the boys. It was agreed everyone would give them lots of positive reinforcement. It was vital they should feel comfortable in their new outfits – ideally even proud of them. Having seen the plans, it was clear they were going to be universally popular amongst the clients, and could, with occasional variations, become the standard uniform. There was a lot invested in their acceptance.
Miss Poole soon had them parading about in the middle of the circle of spectators She and the ladies were more than satisfied. The girls’ mothers were delighted.
“They’re gorgeous,” whispered Bethany. “Can’t wait for our next visit…”
“We should take them home one day…”
“Ooh, yes! Let’s do that. I’ll get our names on the list…”
Cynthia was delivering another lecture.
“Of course we can produce these in a variety of colours – everything from cream to rainbow, in fact. Each colour has different connotations, a different aura. They’ll have little matching jackets, too, for when they go visiting. They’ll be ready soon. And the shorts come in two types. These, closed front, and we have them with a virtually invisible closed front flap, secured by an integral rubber press-stud, a “hidden-fly” version for those occasions when the belt is locked and they have a long engagement.
“Like a wedding, for instance?” said Miss Poole. “I hear you’ve been invited to a wedding as pageboy, Bobby. I think you’ll agree you’re going to make quite a hit in this new outfit.”
There was lots of murmurs of agreement and nodding of heads.
Bethany took her cue from Miss Poole.
“You both look amazing. The uniforms are so smart. I love the tops, too. You both have such impressive muscular development for young men – slim but obviously strong.”
Jasmine had been coached, as a totally “objective” observer, to add her voice to the general approbation.
“If you’ll excuse me commenting, Miss Poole…”
“Go ahead, Jasmine…”
“Personally I can’t think of a more flattering outfit for these two handsome young men. I advise you not to let them wander about the Centre dressed like this. It could cause serious distraction amongst the staff…”
Much nodding. “She’s got a point there…” “I’m distracted already!” “Too good-looking…”
In the face of these comments, Tim’s doubts evaporated completely. His movements took on a slight swagger. Bobby had already felt confident, and the reaction to the new outfit merely reinforced that.
“Yes, Miss Poole – I was going to ask, once I’d got my new uniform, if you’d allow me to wear it to the wedding next month. I promise I’d look after it, and…”
“Of course, of course, Bobby. And we’ve just had flyers printed. We can ask whether you could take some with you. You never know who might be interested. It’s a pity Timmy wasn’t invited as well…”
“Please, miss…” said Tim, “Bobby’s gonna ask if I can go too. I do ‘ope I can…”
“So do I, Timmy, so do I. Perhaps I can help. Bobby, give me some more information afterwards, and I’ll see if I can do anything. Now, I’m sure you would all like to take a few snaps of our new pageboy boot boys. Why don’t we go outside into the daylight?
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