Chapter 346.
When he finally made it to the canteen he found Bobby waiting for him.
“Where’ve you been, Tim? I’ve been here for nearly twenty minutes. And what are you wearing? Everyone’s staring…”
“I know. Amazing isn’t it? I’m sorry – I just went for a walk around the Centre, and I got stopped by so many people – girls, that is – that I quite lost track of time. I’ve had girls following me about all the morning. How are you, anyway?”
“I’m fine. Worked off my feet, though. They’re talking about an apprentice. When are you coming back?”
“Not sure… It’s all up to ESDS. You’d need to ask Miss Poole…”
Bobby looked at him and frowned slightly.
“You’re different… You look so confident, somehow. And you speak properly. Not that you didn’t, I mean, but…”
“I know. It’s all the training. It’s been really hard…”
“It must have been. So you’re a maid now? Then why…?” He pointed at Tim’s outfit.
“I’m a pageboy most of the time – thank goodness. My first real posting starts Saturday. I was the pageboy at a wedding…”
“Oh, I’ve seen the pictures, don’t worry. Didn’t you mind? You looked so cheerful…”
“Course I was. It was a very important job. Everyone loved me.”
“Yeah, right. They all smiled and laughed, right?”
“Yeah, all the time. I’m telling you, Bobby, I was a big hit.”
“I could see why – in those little purple latex hotpants…”
“Actually they’re not hotpants, Bobby,” retorted Tim, slightly irritated. “They’re proper pageboy shorts, and…”
“Whatever. Look, I’ve got to get back. I’m only allowed forty minutes for lunch these days. See you round, pageboy.”
“Oh… Yeah, see you…”
But Bobby was already gone.
“Tim?”
It was Serena.
“Hi.”
“Shall we make a start, then?”
“Sure. What’s next? I really like this outfit. But maybe tomorrow I could have a white top? And a jacket of some sort?”
“Sure. We can arrange that. Now, this afternoon. We have some lovely outfits for you. Some of them were designed by Mrs Brookshaw, too. I just hope everything fits.”
“Well, everything fitted this morning…”
“Yes, but dresses are different.”
Tim stopped dead.
“Dresses?”
“Dresses. Of course. You surely didn’t imagine… Silly boy. You can’t be a pageboy all the time, you know.”
“But…”
“I know Robyn asked her aunt to take at least the yellow shorts. Not sure what else. But the dresses are cute! Wait till you see them.”
Doreen sat him down and did his makeup. The mascara tickled. She even combed some tint into his hair.
“There. You look really pretty. Hold still while I do your lip gloss. Pout. Again. Good, Press together. Soon you’ll be doing this for yourself…”
His first outfit was worse than he could have imagined. A pink and white creation in vinyl and fabric with white stockings. Not only that, but a lace choker underneath a locking pink leather collar, as if he were some sort of slave, and matching arm and wrist cuffs! He stood helplessly in the stable while Doreen and Lucille dressed him and locked the collar.
“What’s all this about?” he wailed. “Cuffs and a collar with a padlock? Is this woman some sort of pervert or something?”
Lucille laughed. “It’s just a look, that’s all. Mind you, I wouldn’t cross any lines if I were you. Mrs Brookshaw does have a reputation as a bit of a disciplinarian…”
As they ushered him out of the stable he saw two faces he recognised. It was Josephine and Yvette from the wedding.
“No… Don’t let them see me…”
But it was too late. They were waving and calling his name.
“Shit…”
He put on a brave face. They didn’t make fun of him. They complimented him on his transformation.
“Tess and Frankie are on their way, Tim. Don’t change till they get here, will you?”
Then came the photos. There were even more of those pesky little girls hanging around now. It was getting embarrassing, especially as he was continually being told to pose like a girl. When he was a pageboy he welcomed all the attention. But now…
Tess and Frankie loved him. They couldn’t stop staring, and taking endless photos.
“When we heard about the shoot we just had to come and watch! You look even more amazing that at the wedding.”
“Mitzy! Next dress, please!” called Lucille.
“Mitzy? Is that you?”
Tim sighed. “Only when I’m a maid…”
“Mitzy! That’s such a cute name!”
“Mitzy! Come on!”
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