A Model Son

[Andlat]

And just like that we've reached the gainful employment milestone of a DaraJaney story. At least he's at a maid café and not the personal maid of someone. Yet, at least.

[sissykimmy1]

From a glamorous model to a lowly maid working on her feet all day? If Jackie thought modeling was tiring this might be even worse.  I'm wondering if she might end up pining for the runway instead.  Hmm, if she has a hard time adjusting to the new job though she could practice at home waiting on her sister.  It's just being a good sibling and all considering the broken arm. 

You could really feel the frustration when she got home and the door was still locked. Great writing!  I wonder if when the door finally opens she isn't going to find some workers have come in and made some changes. 

[DaraJaney]

Jake arrived at the Maid CafĂ© around 1pm.  He was not surprised, but still dismayed, to find a cafĂ© draped in pink frilly stuff, decorated with pink ponies, baby blue bunnies, cute kitties etc.

Mrs Palmer, the owner, met them.  “Great.  You are just in time to see the other girls practice their dance.”  Dance?  Jake frowned.  “You can join in the practice once you’ve watched them go through it.”  Jake felt sick again and fiddled with the lace trim on his apron nervously.

The most annoying tinny music started up accompanied by voices that sounded like they had just inhaled helium.  Five maids stood in formation on a little stage.  They had insane smiles on their faces.

They started to dance to the music.  The dance involved lots of swaying of hips and twirling – revealing their fancy bloomers and knickers.  Though Jake observed glumly that none seemed to be as lacey and frilly as his own.  He was embarrassed for the girls having to do such a childish and sissy dance but, if their smiles were anything to go by, they seemed to be loving it.  He squirmed in his tights.  He was clearly going to have to join in.

It seemed to go on forever.  When it finally ended Mrs Palmer told them that the maids were required to perform the dance every 30 minutes.  “Now you join them at the back there so you can see the routine and practice with them.”  Jake reluctantly took his place in the formation.  Mrs Palmer seemed to notice his nervousness.  “Don’t worry.  You have all afternoon to practice with them!  We open tomorrow.”

“Now smile!” she ordered.  Jake did his best to smile in this mortifying situation.  “Come on!  You can do better than that!”  He made an insane grin like the real girls.  The music started.  He wanted to die.  He did his best to imitate the girls’ movements while trying to keep up the mad smile like they did.

At the end of the first run through Mrs Palmer said “Not bad.  You need to really twirl there every time you turn.  Let’s see those lovely frills on your bloomers!”  Jake winced and clutched his petticoats.  The music started again and he had to jump into action.

He tried to twirl better even though it killed him.  He could see the ladies watching beneath his petticoats with interest.  “Ooh!  Frills right up onto the bum!”  Jake cringed yet again.

After an hour of dancing, he got a break – to practice his cutesy walk and curtsey.  He had to practice the scripted patter that a maid had to go through with a new customer.  His girly voice normally sounded so fake but next to these girls it was perfect.  Mrs Palmer insisted that he had to tilt his head cutely when speaking and ensure that his pony tails swung around a lot.

By 5pm he was well on the way to becoming a cutesy sissy maid with a permanent smile, sissy walk and cutesy dance.  Mrs Palmer and his mother were pleased.  He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

The next day was opening day and he was dismayed to see a queue of girls already waiting to get in.  They oohed and aahed at his maid’s dress and petticoats as he passed in.  “Look at those cute bloomers!”  And that was only on seeing the lace peeping from under his petticoats.  He cringed and could practically feel the rows of lace up the legs and across his bum he was so conscious of them.

He was mortified as they went through the dance routine in front of the expectant crowd but managed to keep his ridiculous smile throughout.  There was an audible “ooh” when they first twirled.  He really wanted to push his petticoats down but knew that would not please Mrs Palmer.  He had to show off his frilly bloomers to best effect.

Then he had to go and serve tables, curtseying to start with and then twittering through the patter.  Nobody seemed to suspect he was a boy.  Why would they under that maid’s dress, lace-trimmed apron, petticoats, frilly bloomers, white tights, black stockings with lace trim and high-heeled shoes – not to mention his beribboned pony tails, lacey headpiece and fluttering false eyelashes.

He was placing the first order when he saw Diane come in with three friends.  He nearly peed himself.  Mrs Palmer recognized her and came over to Jake.  “Oh look!  There’s your sister.  You must serve that table!”  Jake winced inside but there was no refusing her.

He had to mince over to his sister’s table.  They all burst into giggles.  “Oh my goodness, he’s so sissy”, he heard one of her friends gasp.  He froze in terror at being discovered but none of the other tables seemed to hear.  Diane and her friends seemed to know not to give him away but could hardly keep their knowledge in.

There was another burst of laughter when he curtsied, holding out his petticoats daintily and when he started in his girly voice they could hardly contain themselves.  They got looks from the other tables.  Everyone found the maid cafĂ© amusing but these girls seemed to be overboard about it.  Still, nobody seemed to guess the reason why.

When he had taken their order the call went out to start the maids’ dance.  Jake cringed and put his order pad in the lace-trimmed pocket of his apron.  “Oh I can’t wait to see this!” Diane gushed.

How he kept his smile up through the routine, he didn’t know.  His sister’s friends just collapsed laughing when he twirled and revealed the full extent of the frills on his bloomers.  When he returned to the table with their order he couldn’t miss their knowing smiles as they glanced towards his peeking bloomers.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Oh the torment and torture of having to perform and also in front of his sister and friends love it.

[DaraJaney]

Jake’s mother had driven him to the cafĂ© but he had to make his own way home.  He clutched his conspicuous pink heart-shaped handbag nervously as he tottered in his heels towards the bus stop.  Obviously he attracted a lot of looks in his maid’s dress and lacey apron.  When the bus came he fumbled with his Hello Kitty purse as he took out the change.

He was relieved to see some seats downstairs but had to sit in a seat beside an older lady.  He tried to gather his layers of organza petticoats in but there was no way to avoid them spilling over her lap no matter how much he tried to readjust them.  He was mortified.

“What a pretty dress!”  Jake forced a smile and sweet “thank you” and tried to look directly ahead and give the impression that he didn’t want to make conversation.  “Did you make those bloomers yourself?”  He cringed inwardly but continued to smile.  “No.  My mother.”  “My goodness aren’t you lucky to have a mother who can make such pretty things?”  Jake smiled through gritted teeth.

When he got off the bus, he braced himself for the walk across the park.  Would the boys be there again?  He considered walking around the park but really didn’t want to in these heels.  He decided to chance it.  As he rounded the hedge he could see that the football pitch was clear.  He tried to quicken his pace but the heels forced short little steps on him.

He emerged the other side and opened his handbag to fetch his keys.  “There he is again!”  He looked over his shoulder and the boys were there kicking the ball between the parked cars.  He desperately tried to get to his house as quickly as possible but no matter how he tried to go more quickly the boys had no difficulty running past him in their trainers.

After a whole day mincing around in his heels trying to look like a girl he realized that he wasn’t even sure how to walk like a boy again – was it even possible in these heels, clutching a handbag and with his petticoats catching the breeze.

“Oh wow!  He’s wearing frilly dresses full time now!”  “What a sissy!”  Jake couldn’t deny it and simply tried to push past them.  “Did you get many tips to put in your pink purse?!” they laughed.  “Do your dance for us!”  They blocked his way now.  It was obvious that they knew about his new job.  He found himself blinking away tears caught on his false eyelashes.  “Please let me go!”  He had instinctively used his girly voice.

The boy’s laughter turned to pity.  They continued to look him up and down in his maid’s dress, frilly apron, white tights, lace-trimmed knee socks, peeking bloomers, high heels, beribboned pony tails and lacey headpiece.  They just shook their heads in disgust and disbelief.  They stood back and he tottered along in his heels to the front door.

The next day his mother supervised his dressing, making him to as much as possible himself.  She started teaching him how to do his make-up himself.  He was feeling sick at the realization that he was going to have to do this five days a week.

He was all ready to go, tottering in his heels and fluttering his long eyelashes before he really showed any resistance.  Diane opened the kitchen utensil drawer behind his mother so he could see the wooden spoon.   He swallowed hard and took his pink handbag.

After a couple of hours at the cafĂ© he started to think of ways out of this.  His best option he thought was to ‘accidentally’ reveal to Mrs Palmer his true gender.  She would be shocked and outraged would and sack him.

At one point when she gave him an instruction he deliberately used his boy’s voice and then put his hand to his mouth in pretend-fright.  She looked at him.  Her jaw dropped.  “Are you a boy?!”  She looked him up and down in his sissy maid’s outfit in a new light.  He was really pleased but pretended to be mortified, clutching his petticoats and revealing more of his frilly bloomers just to emphasise the point.

“Oh my goodness!”  The girls had been gathering for their next dance.  “Jackie is a boy!” she told them.  He watched the shock cross their faces.  He stood there trying to look sheepish while being secretly delighted that this was working.  But then their shocked faces turned to smiles.  “Oh my goodness you make such a pretty girl!”  “Isn’t it great that you love to wear frilly dresses like us?!”  “What?  No!”  But they had all gathered round him tittering and giggling and obviously delighted at the revelation.

He looked at Mrs Palmer.  She was similarly delighted.  “Oh can we tell the customers?” she asked excitedly, fluffing up the lace on his apron.  “No!”  This wasn’t going as he expected.  The time came for their dance.

They excitedly pushed him into line and the music started.  He had no choice but to dance with them and twirl around flashing his lacey bloomers.  He caught sight of Mrs Palmer and she was looking straight at him admiring his frilly outfit and clearly wondering how she was going to use this new knowledge to her advantage.  He cringed but continued to shake his hips and twirl with the other maids.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Outting himself to Mrs Palmer and the girls didn't work i wonder what is next for our sissy

[DaraJaney]

Jake was looking forward to his Monday off from the cafĂ©.  But his mother told him she had another modelling job for him.  Some of the Lolita girls had told her that they were trying to convince their younger sisters to wear prettier clothes to complement them.  They had asked her to try a suitable design.

So Jake had to wear a pink dress his mother had made that flared from breast level which had a wide lace collar and puffed-sleeves.  She had found white tights with fat pink letters of the alphabet as a pattern.  On the plus side for him there were no petticoats and he got to wear flat shoes which was a relief.  The matching bloomers did not have the long legs almost to his knees that he’d had to wear up to now.

On the downside, the dress was very short so the lace-trim of his short bloomers peeked if he leaned over or raised his arms at all.  His shoes were pink with bows on the toes.  Then his mother produced a white pinafore which she pulled over his puffed sleeves and tied it at his back.  He looked down.  There were two pockets in the pinafore with doll faces sewn on them.

His mother sat him down for make-up but mercifully only a little was appropriate – foundation, blush and a subtle eyeshadow and lipstick.  Just enough to hide any boyish features.  He sat in his wig cap and waited for the moment he hated. His mother came with his wig and lowered it onto his head completing his transformation.  This wig had tight pigtails that curled upwards at the end where big pink ribbons were tied.  He was about to get up when she told him to wait.  She placed a comically large pink bow on top that was the width of his whole head and pinned it to his wig.

Diane couldn’t help but giggle as he stood clutching his Barbie doll.  She told him his bow was slightly tilted to make him reach up and then laughed as he fell for it and the lace on his bloomers was revealed.

The three Lolitas who had asked for the special design had gathered in a house with their younger sisters, hoping their siblings would like the design.  Jake was driven there by his mum, shifting uneasily in his pink and white tights, feeling the large pink bow on his head catching on the car roof it was so big.

He was brought into the house.  The three Lolitas were gathered in the sitting room suitably attired.  Their little sisters could be seen in the garden – two kicking a ball around and the other hanging from the branch of a tree.

“Oh gorgeous!”  “I love the tights!”  “What a pretty pinafore!”  “Do you like it – Jackie?!”  Jake was embarrassed.  The Lolita girls clearly knew of his maid’s job.  He just tugged nervously at the hem of his short dress.

“Let’s call the girls in.”  The patio door was opened and the girls were called.  They seemed reluctant to leave their games and stomped in.  As if Jake wasn’t feeling stupid enough in his pink dress, pink and white alphabet tights and pinafore he could see the little girls were all wearing t-shirts and trousers.

They came in and saw Jake.  “What do you think?  Isn’t it a pretty outfit?”  He saw the looks of distaste on their faces.  “No way!”  “I’m not wearing a sissy dress like that!”  “Ugh!”  Jake cringed.  Clearly these six or eight year old girls would be seen dead wearing the sissy clothes he was dressed in!

The girls just ran back out into the garden and resumed their kickabout and tree climbing.  The Lolita girls and his mother followed them out to the patio, nudging Jake out too.  He clutched his dress nervously as a gust of wind caught it.  He saw the Lolita girls smile as they undoubtedly got a glimpse of his bloomers.

Jake watched the girls running around the garden enviously.  One of them fell over and laughed as she brushed the grass off her knees.  His mother noticed.  “Sorry dear.  You can’t join them.  Can’t get your pinafore and tights dirty.”  They all giggled as Jake squirmed.

Then the Lolita girl who lived there had a thought.  She went over to the conservatory doors.  The room was full of old toys.  In a corner was a set of plastic kiddy chairs and table.  They were covered in bits and pieces and clearly hadn’t been used in a year or two.

She started to clear them off.  “Why don’t you have a little tea party here?”  “Oh yes that’ll be so cute”, one of the others joined in.  Jake looked on perplexed as they placed large dolls in the seats and an old toy tea set on the table.  His mother liked the idea.  “Great we can get some photos – might still get some interest in this design.”

One little chair was left vacant and Jake was nudged towards it.  “No please!” he begged as he clutched his Barbie doll.  But his mother steered him firmly and sat him down on the plastic chair.  It was far too small for him and his knees poked up higher than his bottom.  This meant his bloomers could be seen.  He tried to tug his short pink dress down but his mother told him to stop as she took out her camera.

He looked up hopelessly as she tried to find an angle that included everything – Jake in his pink dress and pinafore with the puffed sleeves standing out nicely, his long legs in the pink and white tights bent awkwardly in the low chair, his lace-trimmed bloomers peaking beneath, his pink shoes with the pretty bows, his bouncing pigtails and the big pink bow just above his face.  “Smile!”  She had to be kidding!

When the mortifying photo session was over the Lolita girls consulted.  “Yes let’s go into town for a real tea party!”  Jake was relieved that he could finally stand up away from the kiddy table and dolls.  He smoothed his dress down.  Two of the girls grabbed his elbows.  They meant to bring him to the tea party!  “What? No.”  “Oh can we?” they asked his mother. She was preoccupied with checking the photos on her camera screen.  “Sure.”

“Please Mum no!”  But Jake was already being propelled down the driveway still clutching his Barbie doll.  His mother finally looked up and just smiled as he looked pleadingly back over the lace-collar of his dress.  The wind fluttered the hem and revealed his bloomers again.  “Make sure to have him back for dinner this evening!”  Jake looked nervously up and down the street, wondering if anyone had heard the ‘him’ – his beribboned pigtails swinging daintily as he turned his head from side to side.  Eventually he gave up resisting and had to accept he was about to spend the whole day in town in his short pink dress and pinafore.

He was just as tall as the Lolita girls – even in his flat shoes.  All day people stared at the group in their conspicuous frilly dresses and Jake could see them wondering why this one ‘girl’ – clearly as old as the others – was dressed his such a juvenile way.  He spent all day trying in vain to will his dress to be longer and his alphabet tights to be less conspicuous.  But in the end he couldn’t avoid looking even more ridiculous than the Lolita girls.