The models relaxed when the photographer went to check the photos. “We have lunch arranged in the café across the street”, Karen told them. “What? No!” Liam really didn’t want to go out in public like this but he was bustled out of the studio and down the stairs to the street.
He clutched his short dress against the wind blowing around the studio while they waited for a gap in the traffic. When one came they scampered across. He stumbled a little, unfamiliar with the little heels on his t-bar shoes and had to let go of his dress to steady himself. His hem fluttered up in the wind and the girls tittered as his panties were exposed again. He looked around nervously wondering who had seen among the pedestrians and drivers. He winced as a couple of car horns were hooted.
He managed to pull his dress down again before entering the café but he stood out like a beacon being taller than the girls and with his dangling ringlets tied up now in big yellow bows. The waitress arrived with raised eyebrows when catching sight of Liam. He could tell she was highly amused but too polite to comment. He clutched his short dress under his bottom as he slid into a booth and looked around nervously hoping nobody in the café had glimpsed his frilly panties.
When they returned to the studio the photographer said he was happy with the photos and they could change into the next outfit. Liam was given a sky blue dress with floral patterns and zipped in. Karen of course had managed to find matching frilly panties and at this point he realised that resistance was futile. He was going to miss the match and would spend the afternoon instead being photographed flouncing around in dresses. He tried to focus on the thousand pounds.
As he lined up with the girls, one asked “show us your pretty panties then” and they all giggled. Liam just glared at her and turned to face the photographer. “Never mind. I’m sure we’ll get a peek at some stage”, they tittered.
When the photographer was checking his shots, Liam felt a thirst. He picked his water bottle up from the coffee table. “There we go!” The girls all giggled as his sky blue frilly panties were revealed. Liam cringed.
When he got to his final dress he might have felt a little relieved except that it was a very sissy pink with lots of lace trim. He quickly pulled up the matching panties that Karen had found for him, anxious to get this over with.
They went through the usual poses and the photographer went off to check the shots. While they waited Karen announced – “and as an extra bonus girls, you get to keep the dresses you modelled!” The actual girls were not hugely excited about that – clearly they wouldn’t normally be seen dead in such sissy dresses. But then they were amused at the idea of Liam now owning four pretty dresses. “Don’t worry”, his mother tried to console him, “we can sell them on eBay and make more money!” He relaxed a little.
“So we’ll see you all again next week then”, Karen called out. “What?” Liam was puzzled. “Oh”, Karen was looking sheepish, “didn’t you know? There is a follow-up shoot next week – the same dresses but we’ll be shooting video.”
“What? No way!” It was bad enough having to do this once but twice? No way! “It’s in the contract your mother signed”, Karen informed them. His mother looked just as surprised. “Four Saturday shoots in fact”, Karen was clearly feeling a little guilty that she hadn’t explained this at the start but she had desperately needed a solution to the absent model.
“Sorry, I just signed without reading it as she said I needed to, to make sure you got paid”, his mother explained. “On the upside”, Karen said defensively, “you’ll get paid the same fee for each shoot.” His mother hoped this would impress Liam. It did give him pause for thought. He sighed heavily. Three more Saturdays being photographed or videoed wearing dresses! Three more thousand pounds. He wasn’t sure.
“You’ll get paid at the end”, Karen added, “but only if you complete the contract of course.” Liam couldn’t believe it. If he didn’t do the three other Saturdays he would get nothing for all this poncing around in four dresses today.
He couldn’t bring himself to agree but he didn’t object either. Karen pressed home her advantage. “They want a whole series featuring the same four girls, well, models” she corrected herself. “It’s critical to the look they are going for.”
His mother started to gather his three other dresses, presuming that it had been decided. “Of course you can keep the matching panties too”, Karen added, trying not to smirk too much. “Thanks. He’ll be wearing this dress home”, his mother told her. “What? No!” he protested. “Well if you wear your replica football shirt and trousers you are just going to look like a boy with pretty ringlets. Do you want that?”
Liam sighed heavily. He could see her point. “At least with your face made up you can pass for a girl. We’ll go and stay with Granny so none of your friends will see you. And you have three nice dresses to wear the other days.” Liam’s jaw dropped. “We’ll have to keep your hair in ringlets until next Saturday”, his mother looked to Karen for confirmation. “Yes, you’ll need to look exactly the same for that shoot.”
He couldn’t believe this. He was going to have to go to his Granny’s in this pink dress with matching frilly panties with his hair in ringlets and wear the other dresses during the week. He supposed he could just stay indoors all week. He tried not to think of the two Saturdays after that – if he could just convince them he didn’t need this mass of ringlets.
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