Karen put his other three dresses on hangers with transparent plastic protective covers over them. She had clipped the three pairs of matching panties to little hangers too.
“You’ll need more pairs of tights too”, she suggested tentatively. “Oh you are right thank you!”, his mother was pleased at the reminder. Karen took them to a box of various tights and his mother flicked through. “Oh look – lovely lace patterned tights! Would you prefer these floral patterns or the diamond shapes?” Liam just shrugged. The idea of wearing any tights was mortifying – did it really matter what type? Although he had to agree that the floral lacey ones were particularly sissy.
“Never mind, we’ll take both”, she decided, “and another pair of white opaque.” Liam now regretted not making a choice, ending up with two pairs of lacey tights.
He held his dresses in one hand and his matching panties in the other. His mother had her handbag and clutched the plastic bag with his boy’s clothes and new tights. They went down the stairs to the street. He felt sick having to walk down the street in a pink dress, holding three other pretty dresses and their matching panties in full view.
When they got to the street he realised that the plastic covers were very long and he would have to hold the dresses up to avoid getting the covers tangled in his feet. When he did so, his pink dress rode up revealing two lines of frills under the hem. His mother decided it was probably best if he didn’t know.
He squirmed as he started to walk down the street. The wind caused the large pink ribbons tying up his ringlets to flutter, reminding him of their presence too. He had only just started to walk when a noise emanated from the stadium and he realised that the final was over and the crowd was starting to leave.
He looked back, thinking of escaping back to the studio but he saw the photographer lock the door and walk off quickly in the other direction. There was no going back. He was going to have to walk through the football crowd in his pink dress, white tights, black t-bar shoes, ringlets and pink ribbons while holding up his red polka dot dress, yellow gingham dress, sky blue floral dress and the three pairs of matching frilly panties.
He was resigned to the fact that people were going to point and laugh but he eventually realised that they were all looking below the hem of his dress. It finally dawned on him that, in having to hold the dresses up, his frilly panties were showing. There was no option but to go on so he just steeled himself and continued on his parade through the crowd.
He was so relieved to get to the car but as his mother pulled away the realisation fully dawned on him that he was being driven off to his Granny’s with just four sissy dresses to wear.
His mother phoned ahead but his Granny still wasn’t quite prepared for the vision that was presented to her when Liam stepped out of the car. “Fetch the other dresses”, his mother told him. He reached into the car to get them. “Oh those matching frilly panties!” his Granny gushed. He sighed heavily. He really needed to get used to the fact that he couldn’t bend over at all without showing off his matching underwear.
Later, he was surprised how early his mother told him “you need to start getting ready for bed”. “Really?” “You need to tie up each of those ringlets tightly so they will still be good in the morning.”
He was incredulous. “What?” He sighed at this latest torture. “Oh you’ll have to. If you don’t do that they will be all tangled and crooked.” Liam cringed. His mother led him to her old bedroom and sat him down in front of the dressing table mirror. She fetched a box of white ribbons and showed him how to tie one of his ringlets up tightly.
“Now you try it.” It took him several goes to get the fiddly task right. “There you are!” Liam looked unhappily and what must have been about forty other ringlets that he would have to tie up. “I’ll leave you too it.”
Over an hour later he came back into the sitting room and they tried not to laugh at his mass of pretty white ribbons. He had put on the white night dress with tiny flowers that his mother had given him. It was actually the least sissy thing he had worn since this humiliation started.
His mother examined and found that he had missed a few ringlets at the back. She led him back to the bedroom and completed those for him. She found a plastic cap to fit over his tied up ringlets and keep them all compact and tidy overnight.
As he stepped into bed his mother said “I think the yellow gingham dress for church tomorrow.” “What? No please mum. Don’t make me go to church like this.” “You know Granny will insist that we can’t miss church for any reason. With the floral patterned tights I think.” She removed them from the packaging and draped them over the back of the chair. Then she placed the frilly yellow panties beside them. Liam stared dismally at his outfit for church the next day.
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