Pretty Unmentionables
Anna started with Milo, who was nervously fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt. “Now let’s just find out what you like, sweetie! Pastels? Satin? Ruffles?” she prompted, her tone friendly but insistent. Her words flowed in a gentle, coaxing rhythm, drawing Milo’s attention to the array of delicate fabrics glimmering under the shop’s soft, golden lights. Rows of bralettes in creamy pinks and airy blues hung nearby with their fluttery lace edges prominently displayed.
Milo stammered, “Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never, uh, picked out anything like this before.”
Anna reassured him, “Oh don’t worry, it’s fun! Let’s start with color. Are you feeling something soft like blush pink, or maybe something bold and fun?” The boys exchanged uncertain glances, clearly overwhelmed by the unfamiliar choices and the enthusiastic attention from Anna and Becca.
Milo had stammered, “Um, I’m not sure—I’ve never, uh, picked out anything like this before.”
The boys stole glances at each other as Anna and Becca barreled ahead. Anna explained the things she thought they would need: Discreet but stylish bralettes and panties, perhaps a slip or two, and maybe another couple of pieces “just for fun.” Although it was done with sweetness, Anna and Becca seemed intent on making the experience as instructive—and overwhelming—as possible.
At one point Julian finally found his voice and offered softly, “Maybe, uh… something, uh… a little lacy… but not too fancy?”
Becca’s eyes lit up in response as she held up yet another set, “This one would look amazing on you! The lace trim is so sweet, and plus, it matches your eyes!” She winked, causing Julian to redden.
There was no room for protest. The boys were given shopping baskets, and the sisters started filling them with all manner of delicate underthings—frilly bralettes, sheer mesh panties, creamy slips, pastel camisoles, and even a pair of ruffled tap shorts for each of them which she said would be “perfect for a cozy night in.”
Anna explained, “You need a basic wardrobe: bralettes and panties, a slip for dressier occasions and at least one special piece for fun. Maybe a teddy or babydoll.” She held up a shimmering lavender babydoll for Owen. “This is for special occasions, sweetie.” Owen gulped.
In no time, each boy had begun to amass his own treasure trove of frilly, lacy and satiny underthings.
At one point, Nate had hesitated, cheeks burning. “Um, do you really think we need… all this?” he asked as he gingerly held up a set that was covered in especially elaborate ruffles and pastel bows.
Anna grinned, “Absolutely. Trust us—it will make you feel so much more special. She added playfully, “the more bows, the better!”
Becca chimed in as she cheerfully held up another cute set to Owen, “I think this one has your name all over it!”
After the whirlwind of basket-filling and giggles, Anna and Becca shepherded the boys toward the changing rooms at the back of Lace and Grace. The boys hesitated at the threshold, unsure whether to step forward or linger, nervously clutching their overflowing baskets of lingerie. Anna and Becca were undeterred by their hesitation, herding them gently forward with encouraging smiles and teasing comments.
“No dawdling now,” Anna chirped, tapping the back of Owen’s basket. “Time to see how these look on you!”
The girls decided to pick out a set for each embarrassed boy to try on to make sure all their new selections would fit. Anna and Becca, acting every bit like personal stylists, began sorting through the contents of the boys’ baskets. In no time, they pulled out matching lingerie sets for each boy, their choices deliberate: blush-pink lace for Milo, dreamy lavender mesh for Owen, angelic white for Nate, and mint-green satin for Julian.
As Becca passed Julian the set she had chosen for him, her tone was gently teasing. “Here you go, sweetie. Don’t worry, you’ll look adorable.”
Soon, the boys found themselves inside the changing stalls. The stalls were just big enough for a bench and a small mirror, the walls painted in soothing lavender and pale rose. Despite the gentle décor, the boys’ nerves were on edge. The unfamiliar laces and satins seemed to shimmer in the soft light, promising more self-conscious embarrassment. The boys fumbled with the bralettes and panties, their cheeks burning in the privacy of their stalls. The delicate materials were soft against their skin, whisper-light and unexpectedly comfortable. The girlish silhouettes reflected in the mirrors seemed almost unreal.
Outside, Anna and Becca kept up a steady stream of encouragement, their voices floating through the gaps above the doors. “Let us know if you need help!” Anna called, feigning innocence. “We’re experts!”
“OK, let’s see how you look,” Becca called out brightly after a few short minutes.
Realizing they had no option, the Little Darlings all opened their changing room doors and stepped out tentatively into the softly lit space, each enveloped in delicate layers of frilly unmentionables. Their dancer’s belts ensured that every detail—private and otherwise—remained perfectly modest, their silhouettes shaped into sweet, unmistakably feminine outlines for Anna and Becca to inspect. Red-faced, they stood there while Anna and Becca smiled condescendingly at them and remarked on how pretty and feminine they looked.
Anna's eyes widened as she took in the sight. “Oh my gosh, you all look absolutely darling!” she cooed, her voice lilting with delight. “Owen, that lavender really brings out the color in your cheeks—so precious!” She reached out to gently fluff the ruffles on his bralette, grinning as Owen squirmed under her approving gaze.
Becca was practically bouncing on her toes, “Julian, turn around—yes, just like that! Oh, look at that little bow in the back! You’re so cute I can barely stand it.” She let out a giggle. “And Nate, that white lace makes you look like an absolute angel. I think you were made for this!”
After several minutes of being inspected and gawked at, Anna relented with a flourish. “All right, boys, I think those will work splendidly!” she declared, her tone both merciful and mischievous, “you can get changed now and we’ll get everything wrapped up.”
The boys exhaled in collective relief, grateful to shed the spotlight of inspection and slip back into their familiar jeans and T-shirts. With fumbling fingers, they eagerly reached for their discarded clothing, pulling on shirts and pants as quickly as possible. But the delicate sensation of lace, mesh, and satin against their skin remained, a constant, intimate reminder of their new wardrobes. Underneath their everyday outfits, the new bralettes and panties hugged them with every movement, whisper-light and unmistakably present.
As the Little Darlings reemerged from their changing stalls, the girls exchanged sly glances, clearly pleased with the result. “You’ll be wearing these all day, just like any other girl would,” Becca said, her smile sweet but unyielding.
The boys shifted awkwardly, tugging at their collars and adjusting their waistbands, conscious of the pretty secrets they now carried beneath their clothes. With each step, the soft fabrics brushed their skin, making them acutely aware of their new reality and of Anna and Becca’s satisfied, approving gazes.
In the end, each of them now had his own lingerie “starter kit.” The girls outfitted them with accessories—a mesh wash bag, lavender sachets, and a card with tips on laundering lingerie. The sisters also insisted on giving them a generous “Gamma Delta” discount and remarked how they were certain the boys would return soon. The boys self-consciously left Lace and Grace with large pastel pink shopping bags full of their new delicate unmentionables.
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Topic: The Little Sisters of Gamma Delta (Read 10966 times)
