Mitch

[Sandra B]

16.
It had been arranged that the ladies would make their various ways to Grace’s at about seven.  Patty would be there already, as she lived nearby, and was Grace’s closest friend.  Sarah would give Elizabeth a lift.  Alice would bring Mitch, and Tabby would bring Lettie, having dropped off Lottie at Dorothea’s for a sleepover.  Lettie had had the option of going to Molly’s – her request that Molly come with them having been denied – but in any case she had a new plan to put into operation.
As he climbed into Alice’s car, clutching the carrier full of baby things, Mitch was feeling quite pleased with himself.  He had been allowed to change back into his everyday clothes for the journey, he had been told that there would be some more grown-up things for him to wear at Grace’s, and he knew that her house was a repository of delicious cakes and puddings.  The only fly in the baby cream was Lettie.  He had been hoping she would go off to one of her friends.  He enjoyed the company of the women – all the cuddles and compliments and affection, even the gentle teasing.  It was all attention, the thing he loved most.  He was beginning to enjoy the dressing up, the showing off – watching them gasp and stare and smile.  It was sort of like being on the stage.  But Lettie spoiled everything.  She just laughed at him, reminding him he looked like a sissy.

As they drove to Grace’s, he reviewed the situation.  It was the middle of June.  Romeo and Juliet was to be put on at the end of term – July the twenty-first - so there was about five weeks of rehearsals ahead.  It was a lower school project, and Miss Chambers had edited the play down to a manageable length.  His birthday was on the sixth of July, when he would be thirteen, and the following year he would be in year nine.  That would be exciting.  In the school holidays he was going camping in Devon with the Scouts for two weeks.  They were going to be on a farm, and he was looking forward to being surrounded by animals.  Really, he couldn’t complain.  And this latest turn of events had added a new dimension to his experience, and despite all the embarrassment it had also made him feel sort of important, and the bearer of a great secret – even if it were one he hoped would never get out.

They arrived at Grace’s well before six.  She gave them a fulsome welcome, and ruffled Mitch’s hair affectionately as she ushered them in.  Patty was there too, and another slightly older woman Mitch didn’t recognise.
“Alice.  Mitch.  I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine, Shirley Dearman.  Shirley,  meet Alice and Mitch.”
“Hello.  How nice to meet you at last.  You’ve been with Alice today, haven’t you, Mitch?  Did you have a nice time?”
“Er, yes thank you…”
“Please, Mitch, call me Shirley.  I feel as if we’re already friends.  You see, Grace has told me a little about you already.  In fact, I’m the person who’s been supplying your outfits.”
Mitch looked surprised.
“Yes, it’s true.  I own a company called P & S.  We supply all sorts of clothes in boys’ sizes.  I hope the ones Grace gave you were a good fit?  And I hope…well, that you enjoyed wearing them.”
Mitch didn’t answer directly.  “I saw your logo on the bag.  And I looked it up.  I’ve seen your catalogue...”
“Oh, good…I’m pleased…”
But Shirley looked more apprehensive than pleased, and shot a nervous look at Grace.  She had planned to give Mitch a gentle introduction to the world of sissification, to entice and cajole him step by cautious step.  She wondered how much of the catalogue he had looked at…  She thought she'd better backtrack a little.
“Of course, that catalogue is out of date now.  It was prepared some years ago by someone who’s not with us any longer.  You can pretty much ignore it.  We’re in the process of producing a brand new one, which we hope will have much wider appeal.”  She broke off, and looked at Mitch thoughtfully.  “I wonder…”
“What is it, Shirley?” asked Grace.
“No, nothing.  Nothing really.  I was just thinking…”
“What?  Come on, darling.  Spit it out.”
The ladies were playing the parts they had rehearsed rather well.
“Well, I was just thinking…Mitch…but from what you’ve told me, school work, the acting and everything…I’m sure he must be too busy for anything else right now…”
“I’m not that busy,” said Mitch, interested.  “What were you thinking…?”
“Well, darling, just that you’d be the perfect person to help us compiling the catalogue.  You see, we have no-one from your age group, no-one in touch with the culture, as it were.  I mean, your advice would be invaluable…  But it’s too much to ask of you.  You must be so busy…”
“No…  I’m not…really.  I do all my homework on Sundays, and maybe two evenings in the week.  All my rehearsals will be in school time.  I could easily…”
“Do you think you could?  It would be amazing.  Even just a couple of hours a week would be an immense help.”
“I could easily manage that.  I mean, I could be free every Saturday, if you wanted…oh, I mean, providing I wasn’t wanted elsewhere…”  He looked at the ladies, conscious his Saturdays were already spoken for. 
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Grace.  “I’m sure we’d all much rather you did something exciting with Shirley.  Go ahead.”
“Do you think you could?  Every Saturday?  That would be fantastic!”
“But what would you want me to do?”
“What we need, Mitch, is someone to advise us about designs.  An ideas man, really.  From what I’ve heard of you, you’re a smart kid.”
Mitch was totally amenable to flattery.  He blushed.  “Well…I do sort of like coming up with ideas…”
“I’m sure you do.  And even…”  She looked him up and down critically.
“Yes?”
“Maybe you could even do a little modelling?”
“Modelling?  What…?”
“You really are very good-looking, Mitch.  And perfectly proportioned.  It’s so difficult to find really good child models.  But I don’t know how you’d feel about that…”
“Well, I…”
“And with you’re acting background…”
“I’m not sure if I’d be good enough…”
“You’d be great.  I can tell.  I saw it straight away.”
“Well, I’d certainly give it a go…I mean, if I can be of service…”
“Mitch!  You’re a gem!”  And she embraced him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek – and a broad wink to Grace at the same time.

Eager to consolidate her position, Shirley sat him down there and then and started to talk business.
“Now, let’s say you work eight hours on Saturday.  We’d pay you the going rate – twenty pounds an hour – in cash, of course.  So that’s a hundred and sixty for the day.”
“A hundred and…   Wow!”
“Well, it would be hard work.  Especially the modelling.  But you can always quit if it seems too much.”
“I won’t quit.  I can take hard work.”
“Good.  I like your attitude.  You can start next week.  We have a studio in the offices, and we employ a professional photographer.  We can send a car to collect you at eight in the morning, and drop you back about six.  How does that seem?”
“Great!  Thanks!”  Mitch was already thinking how he’d spend the money.  A new skateboard, that was the priority.
“Let’s shake on it.  There!”  She turned to Grace.  “How fortunate I was able to come today.  Otherwise I wouldn’t have met Mitch, and we wouldn’t have done this deal.”
“Yes.  I think it’s going to be good for both of you.”
“Er, Shirley?  What sort of things will I be modelling, do you think?”
“It depends on the catalogue.  But you’re going to have a say in that, anyway.  There’ll certainly be some lovely dresses.  In fact, I can show you a couple later – I’ve got some in the car.”
“Okay.”

 
Mitch felt slightly dazed.  He began to turn the arrangement over in his mind, but it was a fait accompli now, and things were already moving on.  Patty was handing out glasses of champagne to celebrate the deal, and gave Mitch half a glass, after a few sips of which, any misgivings he may have had soon disappeared.  He sat down in an armchair, and began to speculate on what he would do with the money.  The skateboard, yes.  Maybe a new bike.  In the far corner, Grace and Shirley were clinking glasses and giggling.  Shirley gave him a little wave and a smile, and he waved and smiled back.  There was a ring at the bell, Grace left the room, and shortly returned accompanied by his mother and Sarah.  He rose and kissed them both.  Five minutes later Tabby and Lettie walked in.
 
Their entry into that room signalled another turning point in Mitch’s life. He had been used to seeing Lettie wearing old jeans and T-shirts, or occasionally her school uniform.  But this evening she was transformed.  She was wearing a short, sleeveless, metallic turquoise dress with a narrow skirt and a round neck, with stockings, heels and a green choker.  She had had her hair cut and styled, and was wearing a little subtle makeup.  She had gold ear studs and a gold bangle.  She made a point of ignoring Mitch entirely while she was being introduced to Shirley, and saying hello to the others.  She knew very well that he must be staring at her in disbelief.  Her motive was not punitive, however.  Even at her tender age she was smart enough to know how to entice her prey.  So with the courtesies out of the way, she flashed him an invitational glance, and moved towards his side of the room.
“Hello, Mitch.  No baby clothes this evening?  Oh, what a shame.”
“L-Lettie…  You look…amazing.  I-I…  Have you had a good day…?”
“Hmm, not bad.  Did a bit of shopping with mum…  Got my hair done, in case you didn’t notice…”
“Course I noticed!  You look…amazing…”
“Yeah, you said that just now.”
“No, I mean really…beautiful…”
“Well, thank you, sir.  I’ll take that as a compliment.”  She lowered her eyes alluringly.
Mitch was smitten.  He was cursing himself.  Why hadn’t he seen before just how incredible looking she was?  When he thought of the costumes she had seen him in, his cheeks burnt with shame.  His thoughts raced ahead.  He speculated on all the boys who would like to go out with her.  He pulled himself together and tried to play it cool.
“Pretty nice place Grace has, yeah?  And this is good champagne.”
“I wouldn’t know.  Never drink it normally.”
“No, well, course, neither do I, but…”
“So you’ve met Shirley.”
“Yes…”  He brightened up.  “She’s asked me to advise on her catalogue… and model for her.”
“She told me.  You’ve agreed, then.”
“Yeah.  I’ll get proper professional rates, of course…”
“Of course.  Do you know what sort of thing you’ll be modelling?”
“Well, no…not yet…”
“But you’ll wear anything?”
“Er…well, we’ll see…I guess…”
“You’ll have to wear whatever she gives you to wear.  You know that, I’m sure.  But I know you’ll be good at it.”
Mitch looked at her questioningly, but there were no answers in her slightly amused gaze.  Was she just teasing him?   It was as if she’d not only changed her appearance, but her character as well.
“Yeah, well, I know I’ve worn some pretty weird outfits…” 
 â€œSo what?  I think the more of you for having the courage to dress up.  Not many blokes would.”
“You do…?”
“I do…”  She touched his cheek with the back of her hand.  “I know I tease you a bit sometimes.  But take no notice, Mitch.”  And she kissed him on the cheek.

It was a masterful exercise in manipulation and control.  Which is not to say Lettie didn’t care about Mitch, or didn’t like him.  In fact, she liked him very much.  He was easily the most fanciable boy she had ever known.  And ultimately she wanted him for herself.  And on her terms; there was nothing she would like better than to have a pretty little sissy Mitch at her beck and call.   So she was totally on board with the sissification programme.  She had discussed the whole thing with her mother that very day, and they had decided that, though humiliating him was a lot of fun, it might put the larger goal at risk.  A change of tactics was called for.  So Lettie had suggested discarding blackmail in favour of an equally potent incentive – seduction.

[Sandra B]

17.
Mitch’s brain was in a whirl.  His world had been turned upside down.  Ten minutes ago he had hated Lettie.  Now he was bewitched by her.  Grace announced they would eat in fifteen minutes, and asked everyone to take their places at the big polished table in the dining room.  Lettie sat next to him, and behaved throughout the meal with unwonted grace and good manners.  She gave him her full attention without fawning.  She conversed with the others, but never excluded him from the conversation.  She was the perfect companion.
Mitch had never seen this side of her.  All thoughts of bikes and skateboards had evaporated.  Now he was thinking along the line of gifts for Lettie, of asking her out for a meal.  He felt he would do anything for her.
Which was precisely what she had intended.   But for the time being, she found it amusing that her own transformation had provoked an even more remarkable one in him.  After dinner, when Shirley suggested she bring in some dresses for him to see, Lettie encouraged him to agree.
“Go on, Mitch.  I want to see them, anyway.  If I like one of them, maybe you could get me a little discount, now you’re working for the firm,” she joked.

Shirley had a couple of outfits with her, which, by the merest coincidence, turned out to be exactly Mitch’s size.  She thought it best he have a gentle introduction to his modelling career, to lull him into acquiescence.  She lay them out in one of the bedrooms, and brought the first one in for Mitch to see.  Mitch hadn’t really been expecting a ballet leotard and tutu, but as Lettie seemed so enthusiastic about it, he didn’t take much persuasion to agree to try it on.  Grace and Shirley took him into the bedroom to help him to change.  Fortunately, Shirley had come supplied with a range of shoes, tights, stockings and panties.
It was a little silver vest-type leotard, with shiny blue riffles along the top of the bodice, and a bouncy, multi-layered blue gauze shirt with silver decoration.  It looked so insubstantial, but Shirley assured him it would fit.  First, though, he needed tights – a pair of gossamer white ones, as delicate at the dress itself.
“But before you put them on, Mitch, you’re going to need some panties.  Now when our boys wear girly clothes, we have to make sure their boy bits are well tucked away.  So we normally use these.”  She produced a pair of tiny, fine, flesh-coloured latex panties.  “You may as well get used to them.  You’ll probably be wearing them a lot of the time when you’re modelling.”
“I see.  All right…”
“Oh, and by the way, that reminds me.  Thank you for returning my bag.  I’m glad to see you didn’t open the red box.  That’ll be a surprise for some other time.  But I couldn’t find those new rubber baby pants.  Do you have any idea what happened to them?”
Mitch instantly turned red.  But he said, “No…no, I’m sorry, I didn’t see them.  Maybe Alice…”
“No, don’t worry.  If you find them, you can keep them.  There are plenty more things for you to try out.  Now, get these ones on, then the tights…”

After the tights came the dress, and some soft silver ballet pumps.  Grace fussed with the skirt.  He really did look very pretty.  He could see Shirley was delighted, which made him feel good.
“You look stunning, darling!  I just knew you were someone special the moment I laid eyes on you.  Your hair needs cutting and styling a bit – we’ll do that.”
“I thought you’d want me to have longer hair…”
“No, short hair is fashionable, and it’ll suit you much better, too.  Get it off your ears – we’ll have to get those pierced – and a touch of makeup, and – I don’t think anyone will believe you’re a boy at all!”
“Have a look at yourself in the mirror,” said Grace.
Mitch went over to the long mirror.  He was shocked at his own reflection.  But not embarrassed.  He actually like the way he looked.  He twisted one way then the other, trying to get a look at the back view.
Shirley laughed.  “I think he’d be there preening all day if we let him!”  But she was inwardly delighted not only by his appearance, but by his reaction.  She felt confident he wasn’t going to give them too much trouble.
“Ready?” said Grace.  “Let’s go show the others.”
Mitch was apprehensive about dressing up again in front of Lettie.  Was she telling the truth when she said she respected him for it?  Or was she just setting him up, and then she’d fall about laughing at him.  But he had no choice now, so he allowed himself to be led back to the dining-room.
His appearance was greeted by gasps of admiration.  He watched her.  When she saw him, she jumped out of her seat with excitement.
“Mitch!  Oh my god!  You look fabulous!”
Relief flooded through him.  There was no smirking now, only surprise and delight.  Maybe this was what she had wanted all along.  And he felt flattered by the ladies’ admiring looks.  His slight self-consciousness evaporated, and soon he was skipping around the room, performing clumsy leaps and attempting pirouettes.  Everyone was in stitches.
“Mum?” said Lettie.  “He should really have some ballet lessons.  Imagine if he could dance properly!”
“That might actually be possible,” said Grace.  “I have a ballet dancer friend.  I’ll speak to her about it.”
“And darling,” said his mother, “I have some more news.  Shirley has kindly offered to find you a dress for the play.  I’m going to speak to Miss Chambers and see what she had in mind.  It’ll save the school having to worry about it.”
“Great!  Thanks, Shirley!  Maybe I could have something with silver in it, like this?”  He tugged at his leotard.
“We’ll see, Mitch.  Don’t worry, you’ll get to choose from what we have.”  She gave Grace a look that said, “this is even better than we’d hoped”.
“What’s the other dress, Shirley?”
“Goodness, slow down, Mitch.  One dress at a time!”
“Is it a party dress?”
“Well, no.  If you must know, it’s a very plain maid’s outfit.”
“A maid’s outfit?”  Mitch looked a bit deflated.
“Yes, a little cotton maid’s outfit.  I was going to ask you to wait on us, you see.  But then I decided you deserved the pretty one.  And I can see we’re going to have trouble getting you out of it!”
“I don’t mind.  Can I wear this for a while, and I promise I’ll wear the maid one later.”
“Of course, darling.  Enjoy yourself.”

Mitch did enjoy himself.  He was realising this was what he had always wanted, though he hadn’t fully realised it.  He felt so natural.  The fabrics were so soft and light and smooth.  But most of all he knew he looked pretty, that the others were staring at him.  As a boy, he simply looked a bit effeminate.  He wasn’t as popular at school as some of the tougher-looking boys, the cool ones, though he was often admired by women, he had noticed.  So he might as well make the most of his assets, and enjoy himself.  And Lettie…  Maybe she simply didn’t relate to those macho types.  In fact she’d never shown any interest in boys at all – but she’d certainly involved herself in his life.  That must be of some significance.
So Mitch was beginning to look forward to his stint with P & S.  Modelling all those lovely dresses…   A new relationship with Lettie…  Playing Juliet - he’d make the whole school stare in disbelief at his performance…  Yes, the future looked exciting…fulfilling. 
But things don’t always turn out exactly as we imagine they will...

[Sandra B]

18.
He did change into the maid’s costume later.  He was impressed to see it wasn’t one of those so-called “sexy” creations, but a very utilitarian design in plain grey cotton, with broad white frilled cotton edging and a matching apron.  With it he wore short white frilled socks, black shoes, and a headband.  He was given the job of serving drinks and coffee and after-dinner snacks and chocolates, which he did with as much professionalism as he could muster.  By this time the excitement had died down, the women were relaxed, talking and laughing, taking little notice of him, so that he was able to concentrate on providing good service, and, as a good maid ought, being useful without being intrusive.  The truth was, with the advent of Shirley, he was feeling valued instead of exploited; and determined to be compliant instead of rebellious.  Which very conveniently fitted in with everyone’s plans. 

So it was that, as he waited for his transport to arrive the following Saturday, he was feeling relaxed and on good terms with himself.  He had a date with Lettie the following Tuesday evening, and planned to take her to a restaurant with the money he was going to earn at the weekend.  He had had the first rehearsal for the play, and had already learned his lines for the first act.  Shirley had been in touch with Miss Chambers, and she had been only too pleased to accept her offer.  Everything was turning out amazingly well.

He was waiting at the kitchen window, and he saw the car draw up outside.  Wow.  A Porsche!  A blonde woman of about thirty with sunglasses got out, checked the door number, and opened the gate.  Mitch hurried to the door.
“Mum, I’m going!  See you later!”
“Bye, darling.  Have a nice time.”
Lucy was in the kitchen too, watching the woman.  “She looks funny,” she said, wrinkling her nose.  “Her shoes are too tall.”
“Shh, Lucy.  I’ll see you later.”  He opened the door and went out.  “Hello…I’m Mitch…”
The woman didn’t smile.  She had thin lips.  In fact, she herself was very slim.  Mitch noticed that she was indeed wearing very high heels. And he wondered how she managed to drive in them.
“Mitchell…yes…” she said, in a foreign accent.  “Come with me, please,” she added, in the tone a police officer might have used when arresting someone.
Mitch was slightly taken aback, but he followed her to the car.  She opened the door for him and he took his seat.  She got in, sat down beside him, started the engine and accelerated away before he’s even had time to put on his seatbelt.  Then, as he was still struggling with it, she looked across and said, “seatbelt please” - then deftly put on her own by dint of letting go of the steering wheel for a few seconds.
“I am Yulya,” she said, flatly.  “I work for Miss Shirley.  I photograph, dress.  I do make up for boys.  You will like good makeup I do for you.”
“Oh, yes…I’m sure I will.  Thank you.”
Yulya was looking straight ahead.  Her red fingernails were in proportion to her heels.  Her glasses were on the front of her nose, and Mitch could see long lashes bristling with mascara.  He hoped his own makeup would tend more to the subtle side.

The offices of P & S were several miles out of town, down a windy lane.  Yulya seemed only to have one driving speed – fast -  whatever sort of road she was on, and Mitch found himself gripping the sides of his seat.  He was relieved when they finally turned off the road into a small industrial estate.  She pulled up outside a two storey stuccoed building with one door and one window of frosted glass.  She got out and went to the door, which she opened with a key.  He followed.
Inside she led him down a corridor past several rooms.  The whole place was carpeted and painted grey, and the rooms were mainly offices, except the first, which was clearly a small warehouse, with boxes which he presumed contained stock.  He saw only two other women in the offices.  On took no notice of them, the other looked up and smiled, for which fleeting show of friendliness he felt very grateful.  Then she beckoned to them.  Yulya opened the office door.
“Are you Mitch?” said the woman.
“Yes.”
Shirley asked me to tell you she’s so sorry, she’s been called away on business.  But she’ll call you tomorrow to see how your first day was.  Yulya will look after you.  Just do what she asks.  And this evening she’ll pay you and drop you home.”
“Oh, of course.  Thank you.”
“Oh, and just give me a signature here, would you?  It’s your contract.  Just a formality.”
“Oh…course.  Thank you.”  He scribbled his name.
“No problem, Mitch.  I’m Mandy, by the way.  Feel free to ask Yulya or me if you have any questions.  I hope you have a good day!”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll be seeing you shortly.”
They passed on.  At the back of the building the corridor turned left.  On the right side there were long windows looking out onto countryside and a field of horses.  On the left were a series of room with big glass windows.  They looked like interrogation rooms, but Yulya explained with the single word “studios”.
“Ah.  What will I have to do today?”
“First we make little play.  Miss Shirley say you good actor, right?  This afternoon you girl.  But now you boy.  Bad boy, who have to be punished.  I explain.”
And she explained.  Mitch did not like it.  He didn’t like it at all.  But it was explained to him that if he didn’t want his contract terminated before he had started, he’d better do what was required of him.  After all, he was an actor, and actors have to play parts they don’t like.  He had an outline script, but he had to act, to be natural.  And to do anything the action demanded.  They didn’t explain it all to him – they wanted his dismay to be genuine.  But he was told he must go along with whatever they said, and play his part.  And this is what took place.
Mandy played his mother.  They were together in one of the studios, laid out like an ordinary living-room.  Mitch was in his ordinary clothes, but had been given a torn T-shirt to wear.  And Yulya had put a little eye shadow around one eye, and mussed his hair.  She was doing the filming, and had a camera set up on a tripod by the corridor wall.
Mandy:  “Mitch Langston!  You bad, bad boy!  Fighting again!  Look at you!  Your lovely new T-shirt!  Ruined!”
Mitch:  “But mummy, it wasn’t my fault.  That horrid boy attacked me.  I was just defending myself!”
“I told you what would happen if I caught you fighting again.”
“Mummy, no…please!”
Mandy sat on a chair.  “ Come here!” 
“Shan’t!”
“Come here…or else!”
Reluctantly, he complied.  She undid his jeans and pulled them down.  Then pulled him across her lap, and yanked off his underpants.  “Keep still!  You’re going to get the hardest spanking you’ve ever had!”  And she proceeded to smack and spank his bare bottom till it was bright red, and Mitch was actually squirming with the pain.  He began to sob.
“Mummy, please, I’m sorry…please stop!”
“Certainly.  Now get off me and take off all the rest of your clothes.”
He had to do it, and facing the camera, as he had been instructed.  Mandy went to a cupboard and came back with a changing bag.  Mitch stood there squirming, and rubbing his bottom, and frowning.
“Mummy…it stings…”
“Lie down there.”  She indicated a white sheepskin rug.
“But…”
“Lie down!”
“Yes, mummy.”
He pay down, and “mummy” produced a pot of cold cream from the bag and proceeded to smooth it into his bottom, Mitch gasping with relief.  Then she pulled out a nappy, rolled him onto his back,  slipped it under his bottom, and secured it at the sides.  Next, out came the plastic pants, clear pink with little yellow flowers, and a little pair of short, lacy pink socks.  Finally, she popped a big pink dummy into his mouth.
“Now hold that in!  If I see you taking it out, I’ll spank you again.  Now be a good baby till teatime, or I’ll invite all your friends round to see you!”
Yulya stopped filming.
Mitch got to his feet.  “Is that it?” he asked, in a rather resentful tone.
“Not quite.  In part two, you wet your nappy,” said Mandy.
“What?”
“Not really, of course.  Yulya?  Do you want to…?”
Yulya picked up a bottle of water, came over, pulled over the front of Mitch’s pants, and poured it in.”
“Urgh!  That’s cold!”
“Okay.  You can start filming again.”
The action resumed.  Mandy entered the room.  Mitch was standing in the corner with his back to her.
“Mitchell?  Have you been a good little baby?”
Mandy approached him.
“Mummy…I…”
Mandy gasped.  “You’ve done a wee-wee in your clean nappy!  You bad boy!  Now I’ll have to change you.  Lie down!”
And she proceeded to take off his pants and his nappy, to cream and powder him back and front, and to put him in a clean nappy.  Then she tied his pacifier in with a pink ribbon.
“Now you can stay like that for the rest of the day.  And one more accident, and I’ll send you to school like it!”
Yulya shut down the camera, and allowed herself a faint smile.
“I think is a good film.  We watch it later.”
“I thought I was finished with baby stuff,” frowned Mitch.  “And why did you have to use my real name?”
“Miss Shirley like a little insurance, yes Mandy?”
“Oh, yes.  No flies on Shirley Dearman.”
“Never mind, Mitchell Langston,” said Yulya.  “This afternoon, you big girl!”

[lovellace]

Fantastic! Mitch will be in for an exciting afternoon I'm sure!

[Sandra B]

19.
But before lunch, Yulya took Mitch into a special little dressing room at the far end of the studios. There she began his transformation. 
“I was professional hair stylist before I come here.  I give you pretty pixie cut.  You know what is?”
“Er, no.  Why would I?”
“All right.  Miss Shirley say you smart boy.  Hmph.  Pixie cut, darling, make you look like little pixie.  Hair short, graded at back and sides.  On top, can be combed or mussy.  This stuff?”  She tugged at his hair.  “This stuff never comb.  You can be mussy pixie.”
“Oh, thanks.  Very kind of you.”
“You will see.  You look very cute little boy.”

She sat him in front of a big mirror, in an adjustable chair, which she ratcheted up, and tied a cloth around his neck  Then she went to work.  Mitch was alarmed at the quantity of hair tumbling down in tufts, by he dared not raise any objections.  When she had finished, Mitch looked a different person: no longer the unruly-looking, mischievous little boy, but innocent and girlish.  The expression of mild horror on his face contributed to the change.  And deprived of their cloaks of hair, his eyes seemed even larger, and his ears, previously entirely hidden from view, were now disturbingly conspicuous – so much so, that in his dismay he was compelled to cover them with his hands.
Yulya gave a rare laugh.  “No, take them away!  You are beginning to look pretty, boy.  Let Yulya finish her work, please.”
‘Finishing her work’ took another forty minutes.  She plucked and reshaped his eyebrows, cleaned his skin with wipes and applied a little foundation and a hint of blusher, applied a very little mascara to his already long lashes, and some pale peach lip gloss to his lips, administering a little smack to his leg to dissuade him from puckering his mouth.  Finally, she gave him a manicure, and painted his nails to match his lips.
By the time the process was finished, Mitch was feeling deeply confused.  True, he hadn’t known what to expect, but he had never imagined such a radical transformation as this.  And while on the one hand he was slightly nervous, on the other he relished the nimble and delicate touch of his new mentor, and found it intensely sensual and exciting.    But what about school on Monday?  Of course the makeup could be removed – the nail varnish too – but how was he going to explain the hairstyle?  It occurred to him that he could get his head shaved, but it seemed Yulya had already anticipated such a stratagem.
“Your hair will stay just as Yulya has cut it, or Miss Shirley will be very angry.  Understand?”
“Yes, Yulya…”
“Good.  Now we go for lunch, and then you will see some new outfits.”

She took him for lunch to a little local restaurant.  Once outside the P & S offices he became very self-conscious of his new appearance, biting his lip and looking at the ground all the way.
“You look fine.  Relax.  No-one take notice of little boy-girl.”
She seemed to be well known there.  The waitress made some comment about a “new recruit”, and then mouthed “boy?” to Yulya, who nodded once, with a wry smile.  But Mitch was distracted by his thoughts, not to mention the rather nice home-made chips he was stuffing into his mouth.  After watching him for a while, Yulya remarked, “you have good appetite, young Mitch.  But remember you are girl now – must watch weight!”  This, Mitch noted, was said only half-jokingly.

Back at P & S, Yulya conducted Mitch to a changing-room, right next to the dressing-room.  It had built-in benches and wardrobes, a long counter, and a toilet through a side-door.
“I think we have time for two, maybe three shoots today.  We see.  Simple outfits, Mitch.  To get used to routine.  Wait please.”
She disappeared and returned with a sealed plastic packet.  She tossed it to him. 
“Room two.  They tell me you look good in this.  Bring the accessories with you.”
He tore open the plastic.  A shiny peach leotard with shoulder straps, peach leg-warmers, pink ballet pumps with ribbon ties.  The ubiquitous rubber panties, these one’s transparent.  And a little packet with silver jewellery and a pink satin flower hairclip.  He put on the panties and the leotard – light and stretchy, a perfect fit – of course – though when he slipped on the shoulder straps he felt it ride up over his buttocks at the back.  He pulled on the leg warmers right up to his thighs, then the shoes, tried and failed to tie the ribbons, grabbed the packet and hurried off to studio number two.
Yulya was setting up the camera.  The ballet theme must have been used quite frequently, because the far wall was one huge mirror, and a ballet barre ran along its whole length.  When she’d finished positioning the camera, she sat Mitch down in a chair and laced the ribbons for him.
“Miss Shirley always gets ones with ribbons.  She says ribbons very pretty for boys.  Now…necklace…clip-ons…and then…flower clip.”
She fastened on the hair clip – a row of three fabric flowers with jewels in their centres – and stood back. 
“Look in mirror, Mitch.  Now you are very beautiful girl, I think.”
He not only looked, he was transfixed.  Yulya allowed herself a secret smile, and let him luxuriate for a while in the contemplation of his own beauty.  He turned his head slightly this way and that, and ran his hand down the slippery spandex clinging to his body.  He heart was beating fast.  Why did it feel so exciting?  How could he feel so completely himself, when dressed and made up like this?  The tension between fright and desire was making him tremble.  Yulya decided it was time to get to work.
“Ready, Mitch?  Now we’re gonna do some poses, okay?  I’ll tell you what to do, and if you don’t understand you can copy me.  First of all, hold onto barre, face me, and see if you can stand on your toes.  Just one second…yes, is enough.  Again.  Good.  Again.”
“It’s hard.”
“Hard, yes.  All is hard.  Chin up, please.  Look there – top of door.  Turn around…”
And so it went on.  After an hour or so, Mitch was told it was time for his next outfit.  He returned to the changing-room and took off the ballet costume.  Then Yulya arrived with an unexpected outfit, on a hanger.  A school uniform, which Mitch immediately recognised at Lettie’s, or an exact duplicate.
“Your friend Lettie?  This is her spare.  I hope it fit you, Mitch.  Sure, we do a couple pictures.  But Miss Shirley tell me you are going to go to school with Lettie one day soon.”
“What?”
“Miss Shirley tell you details.  But she has bet with Grace we can pass you off as girl.  They will say you Lettie’s cousin.  Head will agree you can go with her.  Funny, yes?”
“No…that’s crazy.  There’s no way…”
“Didn’t you see self?  Even in ordinary clothes waitress in restaurant not sure.  You must win bet, or we have to punish you…  But you actor, no?”
The unform fitted well enough.  Another thing to worry about.  Mitch was glad when the last shoot was under way.  This time he had an outfit he felt really comfortable in.  A beautiful crisp pink satin party dress, lined with cotton, quite simple, sleeveless, with big frills around the armholes, a round neck with a big neck bow, and a short pleated and flared skirt.  He kept his flower clip in, and wore short plain pink socks with Mary Janes.  He was also given the most beautiful little satin panties to wear, bright red edged with pink lace and decorated with tiny pink bows.  He felt very comfortable and was soon posing and generally showing off for the camera.  It was obvious he was enjoying himself, and Yulya made the most of his flouncing to persuade him to flash his panties flirtatiously at every opportunity, playing the naughty little girl to perfection.  It was while he was bending down, apparently to buckle his shoe, but really to wiggle his bottom at the camera, that the studio door opened, and in walked an unexpected – and unwelcome – visitor.
“Sam, hello.  Oh yes, we were so busy I forgot you were due in.  Come and meet new colleague, Mitch.  Mitch?  This Sam.  You two will work together sometimes.”
Mitch had turned bright red.  Sam was in jeans, trainers and a T-shirt.  But he didn’t laugh at Mitch.  He nodded a greeting.
Mitch was taken aback.  He looked from Yulya to Sam and back again, questioningly.  The boy was maybe a year older than him.  He looked perfectly normal, except his light brown hair had been curled into a mass of tight ringlets, and his nails were painted bright yellow.
“Sam, go change please.  Mandy has outfit.  Then come back and show Mitch.”
Sam looked pleadingly at her.
“Go now!”
He turned wearily and slouched out of the door.
“Oh.  I didn’t realise…”
“Sam?  Yes.  He will be with us for at least another six months.  He has good figure.  You will see when he return.”

Mitch certainly did see.  Ten minutes later he saw Sam pass the window and halt outside the door.
“Come in, Sam, please,” commanded Yulya.
Mitch’s eyes nearly fell out of his head.  Sam was wearing a tiny ruched yellow bikini!  He was fully made up, with a yellow hairbow with pink polkadots, yellow lace-trimmed socks and pink trainers.  In addition he had a yellow satin choker, a jewel in his navel, and a bunch of plastic bangles around one wrist.
“Sam clever,” smiled Yulya.  “Does his own makeup.”
Mitch stared.  Sam looked sullenly at the floor.
“I know.  You boys pose together, please.  Sam, go to Mitch.  Hold hands, please.”
They stood together, holding hands.
“Smile, boys…  Boys, smile please…now!”
“Good…  now little cuddle…  Mitch, put your arms around Sam…right around…  And a little kiss…”
“No!  Nobody said anything about kissing another boy…”  Mitch was incensed.
“You are sissy, no?  You do what I say,” said Yulya quietly.  “Exact what I say…”
“No.  I want to speak to Shirley…”
Yulya sighed.  “You want spanking then, Mitch?”
“No…but…”
“Then kiss, sissies.  Yes, good.  Put cheeks together…  Smile more, please…  Another kiss…proper, Mitch, on lips…”
“Yulya…” Mitch protested.  But she cut him off.
“Right.  Sam, show him.”
“Show me what?”
“Show him!”
Sam sighed, and pulled open the front of his bikini pants.  Mitch stared.  Sam’s pen-is was neatly packaged in one of those little plastic tubes, like in the catalogue.
“What’s…that?”
“Sam no misbehave any more.  No sausage playtime no more.  Sam sign contract, then not want follow Miss Shirley instructions.  So we put it on.  He not release till he finish contract.  Understand?”
“I…”
“You want one too, Mitch?  Can do it now.  Shall I call Mandy?”
“No!  No, it’s okay.  I understand.  I do.”
“Good.  Now put hand on Sam bottom, please.  Look at him and smile…  More…touch noses…sweet boys…”  She scrolled through the pictures she’d taken.  “Very pretty series.  Miss Shirley will be pleased.  She will call you tomorrow Mitch.  You two boys have engagement next weekend, I think…”

[lovellace]

The two sissies have great potential together. Mitch's clitty should also be  locked away to avoid accidents. Perhaps then there is a special toy from P & S s/he could share with Sam?

[Sandra B]

20.
At just before five Yulya gave him his pay – a hundred and sixty pounds in crisp twenty pound notes in a brown envelope, and a copy of his contract – and half an hour later he was stepping out of the Porsche by his house.
“See you next week, darling!”  And off she went.
When he got inside, Lucy stared, then burst out laughing.
“Where’s your hair gone, Mitch?  You look stupid!”
“Thanks, Luce.  Now shut your face.”
“Mummy!  Mummy!  Come and see Mitch’s hair!”

Mitch lay in bed that night wondering what he had got himself into.  He had put on his latex baby pants as a comforter, to distract him from his problems and allow him to sleep.  But they simply reminded him of the cosmetic latex panties he was required to wear for modelling, and focussed his mind on his dilemma.  And dilemma it was, not merely because P & S already had enough material on him to dictate whatever terms they pleased, but because his own feelings were distinctly ambiguous.  He explored his new hairstyle.  Running his fingers up the short, bevelled hairs at the back of his neck made him shiver – again, that mixture of nervousness and excitement.  His mother had eulogised about his new look – but then, she would; he suspected she preferred girls anyway.  Then there was Lettie.  And the money, which was vital for wooing her.  And he was pretty sure that, if he did become rebellious, she would not be pleased.  And that had to be avoided at all costs.  At all costs?  Well, surely there were limits.  He would have to walk a fine line.  Anyway, he would speak to Shirley tomorrow.  He would decide in the morning what his position was going to be.  Now he must sleep…  He was glad at least that he had secreted these pants in his pocket…  So soft...and...ahhh….

Shirley rang at ten.
“Mitch!  Good morning!  How are you today?  How did the shoot go?”
“Good morning, Shirley.  I’m fine, thank you.  The shoot was okay…  I was surprised to meet Sam, though.  I didn’t realise there was another boy there.”
“Oh, our models come and go, you know.  But Sam’s been with us a while.  And I hope you will be, too.  I’ve seen some of the pictures.  Wonderful!  You’re photogenic as well as good-looking.  I was just saying to Yulya…
“Shirley?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Shirley, yesterday was just an experiment, right?  I mean, I didn’t mind modelling the clothes and all that, but…”
“What, dear?”  her voice had, almost imperceptibly, hardened in tone.
“You know…the stuff with Sam…”
“What about it?”
“Well, you know, it was a bit unexpected.  Was Yulya teasing us?  I mean, you’ll be deleting those, will you?”
There was a short silence.
“Mitch.  It’s important we understand each other.  Any photographs we take, we are entitled to use.  Look at your contract.  As long as you are with us, you will do what you are told.  You are being well paid, and I expect professional conduct.  It is not necessary you enjoy or agree with everything we ask of you.  That’s not how it works.  Do you understand?”
Mitch felt unnerved.  This was a different Shirley from the one of his imagination.  “Y-yes, er, miss.  Absolutely.  I wasn’t objecting, I…”
“Glad to hear it.  Now listen.  My niece is getting married next Saturday.  Over at Brentfield village church, reception in the village hall.  Not a lot of guests.  Very simple, quiet do.  Now, we had Sam lined up as a pageboy, but now there’s you as well.  So I thought…maybe twin pageboys?  I have a couple of ideas for outfits.  Make a change from being in the studio all day.  What do you think?”
Mitch had learned his lesson.  “Oh, yes, it sounds…wonderful.  That would be really…exciting.”
“Good boy.  I’ll ask Mandy to prepare your costumes.”
“So miss…?”
“Yes?”
“So we’d be dressed as boys, then.”
“Oh, yes.  You’ll definitely be dressed as boys…,” she said, with a slight chuckle.
“Okay.  But what do pageboys do?  What are their duties?”
“Your main duty will be to carry the rings for the bride and groom up to the altar.  You may also be asked to wait on the guests – we’ll have to see.  But of course you’ll get all the perks.  As much food as you can eat, for one thing.  And if you’re lucky, kisses from the bride and the bridesmaids…”
Mitch had had enough of kisses.  But the idea of food appealed.  And at least he wouldn’t be dressed up as a bridesmaid or something, to be laughed at.  There were bound to be other boys there….

After he got off the phone, he went online and looked up pageboys.  Not too bad.  Tunics and kilts seemed the norm.  He could live with that.  He felt more at ease.  And in a couple of days he would be seeing Lettie…