6B. MEETING MILLICENT continued.
"This is Millicent, David, formally Mathew. That was until his breasts blossomed. His development is quite modest as yet but we have hopes for you don't we Millicent?" The boy smiled weakly, having learnt earlier not to contradict or do anything to disagree. "His younger sister took him in hand a while ago, without his mother's knowledge, and as a result of some asset management she undertook on his behalf, his assets have improved tremendously. It has become impossible for him to hide his growing boobies anymore which now require him to wear a bra full time. To say his mother was shocked at his revelations of being a long term secret sissy would be an understatement. As a result she became adamant it was time he stopped pretending to be something he wasn't and came out the closet to take his rightful place as a full time girdle and corset queen we are helping him become."
"He's being readied for his first real date with a nice young man who will treat him like the girl he now is. We think he's just going to wow his date encased in his femininely intoxicating heavy satin long line girdle with open bottom and firm control rubber panels which he's going to wear with a mid calf length hobble skirt with high heels and lovely angora sweater set. What do you think David, won't Millicent look simply divine I bet you're looking forward to the day you can wear something like that for your new boyfriend?"
Millicent gave him a small finger wave in return and a look of sympathy for David's plight. The stores lighting glinted off Millicent's immaculately manicured nails with their tiny rhinestone heart and 'S' decorations on his acrylic extensions painted as red as his lipstick. A self-conscious David acknowledged the wave with a slight nod of his head as he was dragged past his hands otherwise occupied covering his nakedness with the pink potty he still clutched.
"These people are seriously deranged" he thought.
Millicent, now divested of his clothes stood in all his nudity in the store, one hand pressed down to hide his boyhood, trying awkwardly to conceal a small withered pen-is and testicles the other arm across his chest to cover his perky A cup breasts. David stared wide eyed as the boy was lead towards a display of foundation garments, his girlishly flared hips undulating sensuously as he moved gracefully barefoot across the carpet. Much to his horror David found himself stiffening at the sight.
"You have a brother and sister don’t you David?" enquired the assistant. "Perhaps you could ask them if they'd like to be involved in your development. Your sister would be uniquely placed to guide you through your own breast development. After all your informative years are so important and we find family support is foremost in stopping you lapsing back into former poor behaviour patterns whist reinforcing the new.
The girl continued undeterred. "Just take Millicent for example, if it hadn't been for his sister's intervention and tireless support he certainly wouldn't be half the boy he is today. And since she took to managing his assets they've improved to a full A cup and still growing." David looked and couldn’t see half a boy and if there was a half there he deserved everything he got. The weak willed little pansy deserved a damn boyfriend if he wanted to waltz about looking like some pageant star. "She was instrumental in his breast development and even gave him her moral support when she took him to be measured for his first bra at La Belle Époque, which is, as you know, an upscale fashion store for discerning young ladies. I'm sure you'll be spending a lot of time there yourself in the future. So you see how family support is imperative to your feminine development."
"Well I won't be developing that way I'm not some sort of perverted faggot."
"So what will you decide to be David, I wonder?" she continued unperturbed by his last retort. "A sweet little girdle wearing sweater boy like Millicent? Or perhaps a "Teen Queen" poster boy with your lipstick kiss in the corner, something that will decorate the walls of boys' bedrooms for years to come, you could be the object of many a wet dream, how would that be? Maybe you'd rather be a bleached blonde bimboy with a bust size larger than your IQ and be content as some muscle boy's arm candy or perhaps you like the idea of being a little sex kitten in glamorous evening gowns and draped in magnificent furs, that's always a favourite look that mothers choose for boys like you. It's quite impossible to be macho when you're resplendent in the most succulent furs. We can do that for you. Just say the word. Or we could even turn you into a good old Suzie Homemaker in your 50's style fit n flare circle skirt dresses, stiff petticoats and tippy toe shoes, just waiting for your husband to return from work so you can give him a big wet kiss and serve his dinner that you've been slaving over all afternoon like a good little wifey."
"You could always take a job at The Cabaret Bar as a Bunny Boy waiting tables. You'd look very fetching in that uniform they have. You know the one, the strapless overbust corseted leotard with all that delightful heavy boning designed to give you the perfect hour glass figure. Laced into one of those even the most flat chested of boys develops a cleavage and your reduced waistline would accentuate the flare of your hips making you look quite girly. The thing is so tight that no matter how well tucked and taped you are there's always a small tell tale bulge visible to give the game away that you're really a boy, of course everyone knows that anyway but it does add a little tease to the outfit and the high cut thighs are perfect for making your fishnet clad legs look super long and sexy in those high heel ankle strap shoes the table waiters wear. The patrons say it's lucky to pat the waiters' pompom bunny tail so you'll never be short of attention and if you flaunt it a little bit you'll gain extra tips. It's not a place for the timid but if you want I could put a word in for you and we could get you started there as soon as your wetting issues are resolved." David turned a rather sickly colour. "But in the mean time "It looks like you're going to be in nappies for at least the next 10 days because of your little wetting problem why not be adventurous and choose some pretty dresses as well with the whole accessory pack? A different dress for each day would be a nice start and we can build from there? A boy can never have too many pretty outfits what do you say David? Then you can wear them in rotation when you have your crèche days that will be nice wont it? Rest assured David whatever your mother's choice for you we can teach you all the skills you'll need. You will be fully prepared for any eventuality."
David stood there doing a goldfish impression too shocked to say anything as he was dragged away for his nappy fitting.
"You can't possibly expect me to go back out there looking like this?" He spread his arms wide "People will see me."
"I don’t see your problem." Replied his mother "You look delightful in your nappies and rubber pants and plenty of people have already seen you wearing much less. Anyway you're not going far, only to the salon."
"Salon!" he screamed in fear. "What are you going to do to me!"
"You'll have to wait and see. We don't want to spoil the surprise… do we?"
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