13.
Entry from Jeanette’s diary, 23 March 2022
The first words I got from Dolores in the morning were, “we need to break him in slowly”! Really! As though he’s a little colt or something. Apparently Sam’s already on the case. The room has already been hired, and the catwalk erected. The models will need to practise, but that won’t happen for a couple of days, so Donna Mae can have some time to get used to the feel of the place. Of course, he thinks he’s just here to see how the whole show works. But I think Dolores has other plans for him.
He appeared backstage with Babs just before ten. Sam was waiting for him.
“Donna Mae, it’s lovely to have you here. And you, Babs. You are a very handsome couple, I must say. I’m Sam. I head up the team which looks after the models, advises them, gets their outfits ready, does their makeup, and helps them understand how to show the clothes – and themselves, of course – to the best advantage. It’s a lot, yes, but we all work together very well. Babs, maybe you could assist us in preparing Donna Mae, so that he could better understand the workings of a real fashion show.”
“I’d love to Sam. It’s not my bag, of course, but he’s obsessed. Aren’t you, darling?”
“No, Babs, not obsessed – but you must admit… I mean, the beautiful dresses…the glamour…the excitement…my heart beats faster just thinking about it. And Sam – you have some amazing creations on the website. And your models… I know most of them have proper breasts, but mine are growing more now, I think…”
“So I see, darling. But large breasts aren’t everything, you know. Later on you’ll meet Amira and Terri, and you’ll see what I mean.”
“I don’t know why he’s so into big tits,” laughed Babs. “Mine are smaller than his now.”
“No, darling, you know it’s not that I fancy girls with big boobs, it’s just that…”
“I know. You want them for yourself just so you can wear sexy dresses and get ogled by all the boys…”
“No! That’s not fair.”
“Well, never mind,” said Sam, “tell me what you think of this. Pat?”
Pat was one of Sam’s team. She had been waiting a little way away holding something electric blue draped in polythene. Now she approached.
“Hello, Donna Mae…Babs. Donna Mae…you haven’t been properly measured yet, but I think this will fit you.”
“She can tell your statistics just from looking at you,” confided Sam.
“Would you like to come with me to the changing room?”
“Okay… Babs?”
“No, let Babs stay here. Give her a surprise.”
Pat led Donna away. Sam and Babs and me stood around chatting.
“This is exciting,” Babs said to me. “I love it when he dresses up in his girly stuff. He gets so sexy… I can make him do anything I like!” She giggled.
“That must be nice,” I said. “Wish I could get my bloke to dress up…but no chance…much too macho.”
“Make him,” said Babs, shortly. “Be dominant, or…I dunno, blackmail him or something…”
“Well, I….ooh, here he comes!”
We were all quite stunned, and for a few moments nobody spoke. The dress was a little sleeveless number with a plain round neck, made of shimmering blue lycra. It fitted him like a second skin. Sam had given him black fishnet stockings to go with it. I knew they were stockings because the tops kept peeping out beneath the short, tight skirt as he walked. He wore blue block-heeled court shoes and a chic little pill-box hat with a single blue feather. She had somehow had time to apply some blue eye-shadow, mascara, and even blue lipstick! And she had given him a blue ribbon choker and a blue woven bangle.
Pat led him over, and I noticed he was hanging back at looking anywhere but at us. Babs was the first to recover.
“Cool! Sweet! I didn’t expect anything like that!”
She went straight up to him, threw her arms around him, and started smooching.
“Now, Babs darling…you can spoil his makeup later, all right? For now we need him looking his best for the video,” said Sam.
Donna Mae, blushing, looked up at Sam. “V-video?”
“Of course, young man. Nice job, Pat. Love the hat.”
“He can carry it off.”
“He certainly can. Donna Mae? You look like a pretty sixteen-year-old girl off to a party, or Ascot, or something.”
“I love the stockings…” murmured Babs.
“You would, dear,” laughed Sam. “Now, Donna Mae, let me see you go down the catwalk, do a turn, and come back. Pat, do you want to film him from the front row down there? Give us an idea of what sort of impression he’d make…”
Donna Mae was very shy at first, looking down at his feet, tripping over them nevertheless, and walking with all the grace of a boy on his way to school. But with encouragement and instruction from Sam and Pat, he slowly gained confidence.
Sam descended from the stage and stood next to Pat.
“Donna Mae! You’re a beautiful woman! Remember that. Poise. Confidence. Sophistication. Come on, you can do it. You have the figure, you have the looks, and you have the clothes.” In an undertone to Pat, “Did you give him a bra?”
“Had to in the end. Otherwise he would have squirmed his way right out of that dress!”
“Panties?”
“Sports panties. Smooth him out a bit. That may be a problem with the next one.”
“What’s that?”
“Mini. Flared. Dolores’s orders.”
“With?”
“Blouse. Silk. And no bra, she said.”
“Oh dear. But he looks incredibly cute in this…”
“Yes. I’m going to let him keep it. Babs loves him in it. You can see how he’s getting more confident and self-possessed every minute. Look at that cute little butt swaying to and fro.”
“I can see it. I think he’s beginning to show off a bit, don’t you?”
“Yes. And we’ve only just started. I think it may be a good sign…”
Donna Mae paused at the turntable, placed one hand on his hip, and the other behind his neck, and, grinning broadly, swung his hips back and forth, making his dress shimmer. Babs whistled and applauded wildly from the stage. So then he placed his hands on his breasts, and slid them slowly and sexily down his body. Whatever inhibitions he may have had seemed to have evaporated under the sensual embrace of the little blue dress, the absence of his mother, and the obvious approval of his girlfriend. Sam and Pat exchanged surprised glances.
“Quite the little hottie!”
“What happened to that shy little boy?”
“He got a proper dress at last, that’s all…”
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