Shoot

[DaraJaney]

Liam didn’t feel any better about it, sitting in front of the mirror the next morning untying his ringlets.  He could see his yellow dress for church in the mirror hanging on the back of the door.  When he had untied his ringlets a few stuck out stiffly at odd angles.  His mother plugged in a curling tongs.  “Well you can imagine how it would look if you hadn’t tied them up.  You can use this to whip them into line.”  She twisted one of the errant ringlets around the hot tongs and held it for a while.

“You can do the rest”, she handed him the tongs.  He sighed, not believing that he was doing this.  But his ringlets did look even more stupid sticking out at odd angles.  He worked on the three or four worst cases.  But then there were a few others that were slightly out of kilter.  He worked on them.  It seemed no matter how many he worked on there was always another that then didn’t look right.

He pulled himself together.  What did he care if his mass of ringlets wasn’t perfect?  His mother returned and examined his work.  “Very good.”  She found a pair of thick yellow ribbons and started to tie his ringlets up in two big bunches.  “Mum!  Do you have to?!”  “Aw come on, it looks really pretty and matches your dress.”  She finished them off in two large bows despite his protest.  “Now get dressed and come down to breakfast.”

He put the dress on, just about able to zip it up.  He sighed heavily before taking the mortifying floral patterned lace tights.  It took him several minutes to get into them – much harder than the thick opaque tights.  Then he had to twist them and turn them so that the patterns didn’t look stupidly twisted.  Again, he couldn’t believe this.  Having spent ages fussing to get his ringlets just right, here he was now determined that his lacey tights should be correct.  But his dress was so short and his legs so long that his floral tights really stood out.

He glared at the matching frilly panties.  He really didn’t want to wear them.  He knew though from bitter experience that it wouldn’t take long for his mother to detect if he wasn’t wearing them.  He groaned and stepped into his frilly panties, pulling them up as high as he could over his tights.

Having buckled his t-bar shoes on, he left the room to go downstairs.  When he reached the top of the stairs he saw his mother at the bottom looking up.  He saw her look under his dress and smile.  He supposed that if he hadn’t worn the frilly panties he would have been rumbled straight away.

He tried to make breakfast last as long as possible.  His ringlets kept getting in the way and had to be held back as he tried to eat his cereal so that helped slow him down.  But all too soon he was sitting in the car being driven to church.  He hoped for a low turnout but his mother had to park so far away it was clear it was going to be a full service.

He tried to ignore the stares from everyone as he walked towards the church is his short yellow gingham dress, floral-patterned lacey tights and his ringlets tied up with two large ribbons.  The best he could hope for was that they would not realise that he was a boy.  He tried to flounce along girlishly but then grew concerned that would make his dress flutter and reveal his underwear.  He was just grateful it was a calm day.

A group of teenage girls giggled.  He didn’t know much about girl’s fashion but knew enough to know that his outfit was ridiculously juvenile for a ‘girl’ of his age.  It was the group of tittering boys that worried him more.  If they should get an inkling.

They went up the dozen or so steps to the church door.  The clergyman was stationed at the top greeting the congregation.  Thankfully he was one Liam had never seen before on their previous visits to his Granny which always included church.  The clergyman engaged his Granny in an annoyingly long conversation while Liam grew increasingly concerned about the gusts whipping around the tall church.

He looked down the steps and saw the group of boys thumping each other and sniggering as they looked up at him.  He had no doubt as to the view they were being accorded as the clergyman detained them at the top of the steps.  He tried to clutch the hem of his dress as close as he could but his futile attempt to hide his frilly panties just seemed to amuse the boys more.

Eventually they were able to enter the church.  His Granny insisted on marching all the way up to one of the front rows.  Liam could feel all eyes on him as he scampered up the aisle after her.  The service involved a lot of standing up, kneeling down, sitting back etc.  Every time he stood up he had to tug the back of his dress down to be certain he wasn’t revealing any frills to the church behind him.

When they were leaving it took ages to get out of the church since they’d been in the front row.  When he got to the top of the steps outside he saw the group of boys at the bottom looking up at him.  He felt sick as he tried to scamper down the steps quickly, his hands clasped trying to keep the front of his dress down.  But he could feel it flutter up at the back as he descended too quickly.

There were a couple of mocking whistles from the boys as he got closer which made him panic.  He tried to rush down the last few steps but lost his footing and stumbled forward falling flat on his face.  As he went to push himself up he realised the skirt of his dress was resting on his back.  The boys were bent over laughing as the full extent of Liam’s yellow frilly panties were revealed.

He quickly got to his feet pushing his skirt down.  His mother fussed over him whereas he just wanted to get away.  “Wait, your bow has come loose.”  She insisted he stand there while she retied the big yellow bow in his ringlets.  He could feel his cheeks reddening.  Then she wanted to check his tights, picking at bits of dirt caught in the lace before he could eventually slink away.

[Andlat]

Yep, that's pretty much what I expected! 😅

[Sissy Poopsie]

Poor little sissy Liam things aren't going well for him today. (  Sniggers at sissys plight. )

[sarahpenguin]

Liam should cut his hair short so the ringlets are gone. Then tell his mother he is done with contract and won't go back for the remaing sessetion be cause this is totally her fault not him. Maybe destroy the d resses with scissors first and guys clothes he brout home from the shoot.

[DaraJaney]

By Wednesday his mother decided that his ringlets needed renewing.  She called to his Granny, “do you still have those heated curler pins?”  An hour later Liam was sitting with his hair drenched in chemicals and rolled tightly onto curling pins that were heating up and restoring his ringlets to their former glory.  He contemplated more evenings and mornings spending long periods tying up and resetting these ringlets.  “We’ll find you some more suitable dresses for your age”, his mother tried to console him.  “Greta, a few doors down, is about your age.  I’ll ask”, his Granny added.

Greta tried not to laugh at his pink party dress, white tights and ringlets tied up in pink bows when they called to her.  Liam was particularly mortified as it was clear she knew he was a boy.  He was determined to try to keep his matching frilly panties a secret from at least one person.

Greta, on the other hand, was determined to use the opportunity to get rid of her most embarrassing dresses that she only had to wear when her mother insisted.  She first presented them with a floral patterned dress with lace collar and trim but at least is was longer than Liam’s current selection of dresses.

His mother unzipped him without warning and quickly whipped his dress over his head, leaving him standing in just his frilly panties and tights.  Greta couldn’t help laughing now.  She handed him the dress.  He was grateful to be able to put it on and cover his mortifying panties.  The dress came to his knees though the skirt was heavily flared with deep pleats.  “Gorgeous” his mother concluded.  He was relieved to be in a longer dress.

Greta produced three more pretty but mercifully knee length dresses for him.  Yes, they were pastel coloured and had pretty shaping but beggars couldn’t be choosers.  “Thank Greta for the loan of these lovely dresses dear”, his mother instructed him.  “Oh you can keep them”, a very pleased Greta told him.  “Are you sure?” his mother asked her.  “Oh yes!” Greta confirmed.  “Now dear, you are going to have quite a selection of dresses to wear”, his mother observed.  “What do you say?” she prompted him.  “Thank you for the dresses”, he said with little conviction.  “The very pretty dresses!” his mother corrected him.  He sighed.  “Thank you for the very pretty dresses”, he tried to smile.  Greta had no problem grinning back at him.

“Oh I nearly forgot”, she added rushing to the chest of drawers.  “These lilac tights will go perfectly with that floral dress”.  She produced a pair of lace-patterned tights that made Liam feel sick.  His mother held them up to the floral dress.  “Yes they really bring out the lilac flowers in the dress!  Thank you.”  She nudged Liam.  “Thank you for the lilac tights”, he glared at Greta.  She looked quite pleased with herself.

So the following Saturday Liam turned up for the photo-shoot wearing his new floral dress but mercifully not the lilac tights as the shoot called for all the models to wear the same white tights again.  He had to carry his four modelling dresses on hangars but the matching frilly panties were fortunately concealed in a hold-all.  His mother insisted he had to wear them again for the photo-shoot ‘for the sake of decency’ and since Karen ‘had gone to so much trouble to find them for him’.

What they wanted to do was take video to complement the photos.  They were going to simulate the dresses being worn for a birthday party.  So the studio was decorated with balloons and bunting and full of extra girls and boys to make up a birthday crowd.

His three accomplices saw him when he entered.  “Oh that’s a pretty dress!” they teased him.  “Has his hair been in ringlets since last week?” they giggled.  Some of the boys heard this and realised this was a boy in a floral dress, white tights and his hair in ringlets!  Kids started whispering to each other and pretty soon everyone knew that the tallest ‘girl’ in the room was actually a boy.

So Liam felt extra mortification when he had to walk out in his very short red polka dot dress, cringing at the thought that it was just a matter of time before everyone knew he was also wearing matching frilly panties.  He could see that his three accomplices were angling to try to confirm if he was wearing them.  From the way he kept tugging his hem down nervously they were sure he must be.

Photos were relatively easy to doctor to make him fit in with the younger girls but video was a different matter.  Still, the videographer was confident that, with the careful use of close-ups and acute angles he could ensure that 14-year-old Liam would not look out of place with the 10-year-old children.

He was doing quite well until the cameraman suggested he blow out candles on the birthday cake.  There was laughter behind him as he leaned forward towards the cake on the table.  He cringed.  And now pretty much everyone knew that he had matching frilly panties for all of his short dresses.  So every time he appeared in another dress he could see everyone imagining what these matching panties would look like and his dresses were so short it was inevitable that they would not have to imagine for too long.

Karen gathered the models around at the end of the shoot to thank them all.  Liam was just anxious to get into his longer floral dress.  Karen announced, excitedly, “So next week we will have you back to model pageant dresses!”  Liam’s jaw dropped.

But there was no way out of it.  They had received no payment yet and had to comply with the contractual call-backs if it was not all to be in vain.  So Liam spent another week in his dresses, caring for his sausage curls.

[Party Dress]

I winder if Liam will begin asking for girls clothes to be bought for him (jeans, t shirts etc) that would be slightly more acceptable to wear, and if this request comes back to haunt him

[DaraJaney]

On Monday his mother announced that they had been invited to his cousin Amy’s 6th birthday party.  “Which of your four party dresses do you want to wear?” his mother asked him.  “Please Mum, don’t make me go!” he begged.  “Well we are certainly going and I’m not leaving you home alone.”

Liam squirmed in front of the hall mirror in his red polka dot dress.  His mother insisted that he wear his pretty floral patterned lace tights.  One of his red bows in his ringlets was slightly askew and he reached up to straighten it, revealing a row of frill on his red panties as his dress rode up.  Before he would have tugged his dress down immediately but he was becoming accustomed to this occupational hazard and took the time to straighten his bow.

Sitting in the back of the car he contemplated the fact that his cousins and aunt would know he was a boy in a sissy dress but would the other guests?  As they approached the house there was a lady at the door handing a party pack to a presumably six-year-old on arrival.

“Oh look you’ll get a party pack”, his mother told him.  He muttered “I’m too old for that!”  “You’re not dressed too old for it”, she reminded him.  His mother stopped in front of the door to make sure the lady gave him a party pack.  The lady was clearly wondering about this girl who looked tall enough to be a teenager but was dressed like a 6-year-old.

When they went in his mother prompted him to check out his party pack.  He looked in and saw a doll, feather boa and sparkly tiara.  He tried to put the bag away but his mum tugged out the boa and put it around his neck.  She took the tiara and worked it into the front of his ringlets.  She handed him the doll and crumpled up the bag so he couldn’t put it back again.

She steered him through to the garden unhappily clutching his new doll.  Amy’s 16-year-old sister Brenda saw him and smiled hugely.  Liam squirmed in his red polka dot dress.  She was highly amused by his lacey tights and ringlets.  “Hello Laura!” she greeted him.  His mother smiled, hearing for the first time the girl’s name they had agreed in advance.  He was relieved that Brenda was not giving away his true gender as the garden was crowded.

He looked around.  A few little girls in party dresses with their boas and tiaras were having a doll’s tea party making full use of their party packs.  A woman dressed as a Disney princess was supervising them.  Liam squirmed – that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Out on the lawn girls, some of whom who looked older and were generally dressed in shorts or trousers were running around kicking a ball.  It was obvious from the look on his face that’s where he wanted to be.  “Oh dear no”, Brenda grabbed his arm.  “No football for you in your pretty party dress and lacey tights.”  She tugged him towards the doll’s tea party.

He resisted desperately but the princess saw him and, trying not to giggle too much at his juvenile appearance, greeted him.  “Oh look girls we have another taker for our tea party.  What a pretty dress!”  Liam squirmed but it was now only going to cause a scene if he refused.  There was no doubt that he fitted in best with the little girls in their pretty party dresses and dolls – even if he was twice as tall as any of them.

He was steered towards one of the little plastic child’s chairs.  He sat down carefully.  It was really low and his knees stuck up higher than his bottom.  He desperately tried to tug his dress down but was sure his panties must be showing.  He saw Brenda’s hand go to her face as she looked below his dress and she desperately tried to supress a laugh.  Liam cringed.

The princess prompted him to bring a little tea cup to his doll’s mouth.  What choice did he have?  He tipped the empty cup up daintily.  “Oh look at the doll’s tea party!”  A large group of mothers came out of the house clutching glasses of wine.  Liam squirmed, again trying to tug his dress down as they surrounded the tea party.  Camera phones came out and they snapped happily.  Liam winced.  He could see mothers looking at him and nudging each other with raised eyebrows wondering about the big girl in the sissiest dress and frilly panties.

He looked enviously at the other girls running around the garden, one of whom climbed a tree and hung upside down from a branch.  How he’d love to do that but then visualised how that would look if he did it in this dress and matching panties.  The view everyone would get!   Although he was pretty sure everyone had at least glimpsed his underwear by now.  Anyway, he’d definitely snag his lacey tights if he even attempted to climb the tree.  He looked down checking that his tights were ok and the floral pattern wasn’t skewed or anything.   Ugh!  He had to stop thinking like that!