Shoot

[Sissy Poopsie]

Brilliant edition to your story. Liam must be mortified having to play tea parties with the little ones. Will princess Liam name his dolly I wonder.

[DaraJaney]

The pageant dress shoot came around.  When he walked into the dressing room he saw four very frilly, very poufy dresses hanging there waiting for him.  Karen was quick to reassure him.  “They are going to be short on you again – nothing we can do about that – these are the largest sizes.  But I had the ladies in the factory make matching panties specially for you!”

She produced four pairs of panties that matched the four dress colours.  “For each one, they used the same material as the dress and the same lace as the trim on the dresses”, she told him, quite pleased with herself.  Liam felt sick.  “How good of you to go to all this trouble”, his mother smiled.  “You must thank the ladies for us.”  “Oh they loved doing it”, Karen assured her.  “But they did ask if we could send them pictures.”  “Of course!” his mother agreed.  Liam was stunned.  Pictures?  Showing him wearing all these matching frilly panties?!  No way!

“They also made this special pettislip”, Karen added, holding up multi-layered petticoats attached to a white camisole top.  “He’s not quite the right shape, is he?  Ordinary petticoats would sit too low on him whereas these will be held up nicely to match the short dresses.”  Liam sighed heavily again.

Soon he was in his pink pageant dress, massively poufed out by his pettislip, desperately trying to push down the organza layers.  But the brand new petticoats resisted all attempts and sprang back to fullness immediately.

The four of them had to go through the full range of poses as before so they could come up with a consistent style for this project.  They then had to do some extra poses appropriate to pageant dresses, holding their arms out with their hands bent out at the wrists daintily, holding his petticoats out and freezing in a curtsey.  Liam was relieved when they were done with the first dress.

Back in the dressing room his mother had her own camera.  “Now one for the ladies at the factory.”  She made Liam turn his back, bend forward and look over his shoulder so the ladies could see him wearing the matching frilly panties.  “Smile!”

Before he could take the pageant dress off, Karen came in with the photographer.  “There’s some interest in providing matching panties as an optional extra for the dress.  We need to take some photos.”  She took Liam’s arm and his mother took the other and before he could take in what was happening they had him bending over the dressing table and were holding his petticoats up so the photographer could capture the whole panties.  “Just a few more angles”, the photographer said and Liam was held there while the camera flashed and flashed.

“Mum!” he protested when the others had left.  “It’s not like your face is in the shots so nobody is going to recognised you”, she countered.  He took some solace from that.

For each of the three other pageant dresses he had to pose for the photographer, then let his mother take the shots of him showing his panties for the ladies at the factory and then bend over and hold up his petticoats for a series of shots of the full panties in which he kept his face firmly out of sight.

Finally his mother suggested “you must thank the ladies at the factory for making the matching frilly panties just for you”.  “What, no way!”  His mother clutched his floral dress in a plastic bag.  “Would you like to wear that pageant dress home?” she threatened.  Liam sighed heavily.

She had a thank you message prepared for him.  He smiled at the camera as best he could “thank you ladies for the pretty matching panties – the lace frills are beautiful”.  He had to reach right under his layers of petticoats and curtsey holding them out in a flourish so that his peach panties peeked a little.  His mother handed him back his floral dress.

When he had changed back and went back out to the studio, the photographer had created a montage and was projecting it on the wall.  There were eight photos.  In the four on the top row Liam was wearing each of his pageant dresses.  Underneath each one was a shot of him showing the full extent of the matching frilly panties.  There was no doubt for anyone seeing the montage that he was wearing and showing off his frilly panties.  His fellow models giggled at the display.

“Again, you can keep the dresses you modelled”, Karen announced.  “You now have a dozen dresses” his mother teased him, already packing his four new pairs of panties.

“In fact, you will need one of them next week”, Karen continued, “because we have entered you all in a pageant so we can take videos of the dresses in action!”  Liam’s jaw dropped yet again.  “This will definitely be the last shoot”, Karen assured them.  “Then you will be paid.  You’ll need this.”  She handed his mother a false ID card for Liam giving his age as under-11 and his name as Laura.  “Otherwise they may find it hard to believe he's a ten-year-old girl”, she giggled.

[Sissy Poopsie]

Thanks Dara for this latest update I really enjoyed it.

Liam now has been made officially a ten year old with a proper ID. Perhaps mommy should make his bedtime earlier than it used to be before he was put in dresses. Just in case he might watch something on tv which would be inappropriate for a little 10 year old sissy boy.

Little girly boys like Liam need their beauty sleep don't they.

[DaraJaney]

The next day they heard that the models had to attend Mrs Pritchard’s School of Deportment to practice for the pageant.  Liam was put through his paces in his pink pageant dress and petticoats, his freshly reset ringlets tied up in bows.  Mrs Pritchard insisted that he flounce around with his hands held out daintily above his petticoats.  He was sure that this must be giving everyone flashes of his frilly panties, especially as she made him twirl when turning to go back.  “Stop pressing down on your petticoats dear”, Mrs Pritchard scolded him.  The girls were giggling a lot but that might just be the sight of a 14-year-old boy mincing around in a pageant dress with his hair in ringlets.

“Now for your talents”, Mrs Pritchard announced.  One of the girls said she could tap-dance, another was a good singer and the third could play the guitar.  Liam shrugged when asked about his talent.  “He can sing”, his mother cut in.  “Well with those ringlets there’s really only one song you can sing”, Mrs Pritchard insisted.  “Mary, fetch that Stand Up and Cheer costume.”

The Shirley Temple costume had to be let out a bit to fit Liam but Mary turned out to be talented with the needle.  So wearing the white dress with red polka dots, Liam was drilled in dancing and singing to The Good Ship Lollipop.  Unenthusiastically at first, but then he was told he wasn’t going home until he got it right.

At the pageant, he lined up in the middle of the row of girls awaiting their turn to go on stage.  Again, he was six inches taller than any of them.  He could see the ladies at the registration desk still closely examining the scan of his ID card.  His three co-models were also in line grinning at the knowledge that the other competitors didn’t have.

“Laura Long” was called and Liam took a deep breath and flounced out onto the stage.  The stage was a good metre higher than the audience and he so wanted to push down his petticoats but held his hands out daintily.  There was an audible extra murmur of comments from the audience as he walked out, no doubt surprised at the ‘girl’s’ height and very short dress.

The MC brought him closer to the front of the stage than he would have liked.  He could see ladies in the front rows, smiling and nudging and whispering to each other.  He was sure his lace frilled pink panties must be visible from that angle.  He answered the questions with his best squeaky girl’s voice and was so relieved to get back off stage.

But it was only to change into his Shirley Temple costume for his talent spot.  He didn’t like at all how enthusiastic the applause was when he minced out in his polka dot dress clutching a giant plastic lollipop.  With all the twirling involved in his dance routine there was no point in attempting to hide the red frilly panties from the first dress he modelled which his mother decided matched this dress perfectly.

The final line-up of under-11 contestants just emphasised again how much taller he was and how much shorter his dress was compared to other contestants.

The third placed contestant was announced.  He gave a little sigh of relief that it wasn’t him.  “And in second place, Laura Long”.  He tried to smile as he minced to the front of the stage to have the sash placed over his dress.  He stood to the side as the winner was announced, relieved at least that the attention was taken off him.

His fellow-models were tickled that he had been deemed a prettier pageant girl than them.  Karen was pleased that one of their dresses had been a prize-winner.

Liam just wanted to get out of there but standing between them and the exit was a man smiling at them.  “Well done on second place!” he congratulated Liam who tried to smile and take it gracefully.

“So what school do you go to?” the man asked pointedly.  Liam’s mother was flustered.  She couldn’t give his secondary school’s name but hadn’t a prepared answer.  “St Claire’s” his granny pipped up just in time, giving the name of her local primary school.

“Really?” the man responded.  “I’m a school inspector and as it happens I’ll be visiting St Claire’s this week.  I’ll see you there I suppose.”  Liam was stunned.  He looked at his mother.

[sarahpenguin]

yay liam gets to go  to school  near Granda's house :)  maybe she can claim he got eaten by a wolf and drop his boy school registry and get your pageant people to put laura is school at newplace :)

[Sissy Poopsie]

On boy Liam will now have to wear a schoolgirl uniform how embarrassed he is going to be. I hope he is made to play in the netball team with his new little girlfriends.

[BabyLock]

Oh - those netball skirts are so neat and just the right hem length to be so cool !