The First Day of the Rest of My Life

NOVAD LIFETG

***From FEMINET, Felton CA 408-335-4387 or 408-335-7888

THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE

CHAPTER ONE

Sitting on a low bench near the mirrored wall of the dance studio, the sweet young thing gave a tentative, nervous smile at the pretty vision in the mirror staring back. Dressed in a knee covering black velvet dress with lace collar and cuffs, and admiring shapely legs clad in the sheerest white hose with a circle of tiny pearls woven around the left ankle and black suede mid-heeled pumps with grosgrained bows whose pearl buttons twinkled in the light, there was every hope that the dance lesson wouldn't last more than an hour.

The white satin bow cocked pertly on a head of nearly shoulder length dark tresses, became the focus of a daydream. Lori Wand, slim, nineteen, prettily groomed, glanced at sparkling pink tinted nails, smooth unveined hands, and licked at the pink tinged lip gloss that smelled vaguely of cotton candy, applied only minutes before, in her mother's car. No need for blush on the high cheek boned oval face, though mom had made a big to-do about helping put a touch of mascara on Lori's pretty, curled lashes.

It was Lori Wand. It usually was Larry Wand, although, as he got older it was more often Lori than Larry. Just a few hours ago, he'd gotten home quickly from school, as mom had ordered. The optional ballroom dancing lessons were expensive. Twice weekly ballet lessons gave a small discount, but then mom believed in getting her money's worth out of everything.

Larry reddened, remembering the giggling, squealing delight that both Mom and sister Jane derived from dressing him in Jane's hand-me-downs. Although, over the past six months mom had allowed, that is ordered, some dress for Lori's own. And heels too. Oh, how Larry squirmed everywhere that people suspected or guessed or knew that Larry and Lori were the same.

At school, most peers dismissed him as a sissy or swish because of the careful grooming mom insisted on, more and more of late. If they knew that he really wore dresses more often than the last few Halloweens, he'd be figuratively dead. Completely ostracized.

At the dance studio he was known only as Lori. Gratefully, it was in the city, far from the suburb where he lived. The stylist at the hair salon knew him only as "Larry", who always came with his mother, who was very precise about the ambisexual style that she wanted his hair trimmed to. He was one of many that the young women called "gender benders", after he left the salon.

Once he'd had his nails manicured and covered with clear polish to his great humiliation. Lately, the stylist noticed a tinge of make-up from time to time, and a hint of girlish cologne. She swore, to the others that he wears French cut bikinis from the line of his pants.

Larry feared that one day mom might make a promise of her threat to send him to school in nylons, skirt and heels, made him very obedient and complying. The ritualistic shaming and embarrassment never wore off. It's not that he didn't make a pretty girl, he was a heartbreaker in a dress, it was that fear that others might be told, or worse shown, that this was just a pretty, androgynous, young, swishy-boy.

Mom and Jane loved the convincing charade that they created, and never failed to remind Lori, that very little difference made him Larry. Very little. In his boy clothes, he was a boy. Effeminate, but a boy. The difference was so slight that the slightest change could change an observer's opinion. Sockless, in loafers and jeans, a girl. Socks, a boy. Shorts and gym shoes, a boy. Flat heeled sandals, a girl. Full cut shirt and shorts, maybe a boy. Sandals, dressed the same way, definitely a girl- from more than ten feet away.

On those particularly embarrassing shopping trips that mom and Jane had started insisting on, a boy-girl. Or was it girl-boy? Dressed in thin cotton pants; blousy print camp shirt that buttoned boy style; sockless; in delicate loafers of equally dubious gender; and often at their insistence, with a hint of blush, a feather's dust of shadow, clear pink-tinged lip gloss and lashes just tipped with matching mascara, well, poor Larry got his share of stares, leers, giggles from salesladies, "oh, misses", and an occasional whistle that kept mom and Jane giggling for hours. It was especially bad if they gave him a small matching belt purse, with lip gloss pot and silk hankie, a thin gold necklace, and serpentine bracelet.

Once recently, they'd made him put on a pair of matte finished ultra- sheer nude panty hose with a high French-cut lace brief under his pegged and pleated silk blend slacks, and a thin serpentine ankle chain with two tiny hearts. A first glance might not reveal neutral hose, but the ankle chain made people take a second look. Hanes didn't always make this sissy-boy "feel good all over".

Few of the other girls and boys had arrived yet, giving the pretty boy time to recall that fateful summer. . .

Young Larry Wand first discovered the delights of silk and satin in the safety and comfort of his home.

At a time when most boys start to discover the changes that will make them men, Larry noticed that he was soft and round. At five feet, six inches, and 120 pounds, when he looked at himself naked in a mirror, a soft curvy image stared back. Long slender calves and shapely tapering thighs; a slightly rounded tummy and smooth, tapered high waistline; Round orbs with nipples that jutted outward in opposite direction when he folded his arms; a slender neck with no Adams-apple protrusion; and a high cheekboned face with a vaguely oriental cast. His dark hair was bluntly cut near the bottom of his neck.

Staring in a full-length bathroom mirror he was struck at how feminine and masculine he was. Musing slightly, he tucked his small tool between his legs, holding tight with his thighs, and quickly got an erection when he raised himself on his toes to mimic a girl in heels.

At gym class in school, aside from not being very athletic, girls teased him and called him "Legs" for the nearly hairless shapely stems he sported in gym shorts.

Frequently when shopping, or on the telephone, strangers would, to his blushing embarrassment, call him "miss" or "young lady". It was particularly unnerving when in the company of his older sister or mother who would catch the error and smile. He often shamefully recalled walking home with a grocery bag in his arms in the summer dressed in shorts to the sound of a whistle or a horn toot and leer of a teenager who would quickly slump in embarrassment at Larry's glare that spoke "I'm a guy".

It was just one of those summer days, with no one home, nothing to do and the whole day ahead of him that he spent several minutes staring at himself in the mirror before showering. "Am I a boy or a mistake? Will I ever develop like my friends? Why can't I sprout sideburns?" In the shower he mused and fantasized and wondered whether some great biological pendulum was swinging the wrong way or stopping cold. Thinking of the shame it would cause if he didn't develop, he imagined his mother or a teacher eventually saying "well, looks like a mistake, better put him in a dress and bows." He wanted to be a boy-- authoritative, serious, reliable, and cringed thinking that he might have to start acting like some of the girls in his class--giggling, worrying about their appearance, acting delicately, without any strenuous activity. He imagined himself in a pleated skirt and thin cotton blouse, in penny loafers, cooing about his first bra, as the girls did, and the embarrassment gave him an erection.

Stepping from the shower, he dried himself quickly, and shook off the shameful yet oddly pleasurable daydream. Resolving to get dressed and go out to find some chums, he went to the kitchen for a drink and fell into the newspaper on the table.

Sidetracked, after turning several pages he found himself staring intently at the ads for women's clothing and suddenly was fascinated by the advertisement that continually emphasized "sleek, smooth, shiny, bold, daring", and on and on. The pictures and drawings were equally captivating, of undressed women in only a pair of pantyhose and heels called "nude 'n naughty", "barely there", "bewitching black". Shoes called "strappy sandals in lipstick red". Bras called "frothy lace confections". The words were all very "positive", it seemed, and he liked the idea of smooth, seamless, glistening, on anything. Turning another page he saw a full-page ad of young girl's lingerie, with advertisement that shouted "a young teen's training bra", "pink and lacy" "proper fit" and further reminisced about "a young girl's first set of nylons", and the great build-up of mother surprising her daughter on a shopping trip with her first pair.

In one way, he was no different than any other eighteen year old, he liked gifts and the attention of adults and thought jealously that he never really noticed any advertisements that said anything special about boys. And so was planted the first seed.

Larry quickly scanned the newspaper for other ads for women's and girl's clothes and mentally compared the copy with ads for men's and boy's. A lot of "sturdy" and other utilitarian adjectives and none of the dreamy aspirational words of the dress and shoe ads.

Suddenly he became chilled, and his hands became cold as he fantasized that he was in "glistening ultra sheers" and a "cool silky, full skirted" summer dress that "peeked" and "flowed" in a "luscious pastel print" while "striding along" in "peek toed, pastel slinged sandals" in "the new soft pink" for summer. It occurred to him that his sister had lots of clothes that could be described in those terms, and he trembled and shivered at the thought of their presence in her room. . .

Larry dropped the paper and quickly bounded up the stairs to his sister Jane's room. His hand shook as he fumbled with the doorknob. No one was home, but he felt that if he were caught "just looking" at her clothes and personal things he would be sternly scolded.

Against that fear he entered his eighteen-year-old sister's room. He'd been in there before, but as always felt slightly uncomfortable around all those seemingly delicate things.

It reminded him of the shame he always felt when he went shopping with mom and sis and found himself waiting in the girls department while they shopped. Fidgeting, he would carefully prepare and mentally practice his reply to the first stranger who would dare to call him "miss" or say "can I help you?", as if he naturally belonged there and needed directions to a fitting room with a chiffon party dress.

He remembered once when an older saleslady noticed that he was becoming quite bored waiting for mom and Jane and loudly suggested to them with a wink and giggle, that "maybe your other young little miss would like to try on that shirtwaist too. We have it in aqua, and it would look so pretty with her dark hair and matching open toed espadrilles". Larry had wanted to die and melt into the floor then but spun and got lost in a rack of bra and panty sets. Mom and Jane had giggled at the saleslady's remark and treated it as innocent. He had hoped mom would have shouted "he's my boy" or even "little man", instead of just ignoring the need to set the record straight.

It was the memory of insignificant incidents like that, that made the young boy wonder if he really was a mistake and that sooner or later would be surprised by mom and Jane with an armload of girls clothes and a new name. He mused they would name him "Lori" and tell everyone that Larry was really too much of a sissy, and so now would become their little girl and sister. The thoughts of shame and excitement flowed together, and Larry soon found himself staring at a drawer full of panties. He pulled a sheer pink pair from the pile that announced on the label that they were "John Kloss Glossies". That was another thing, why were men's names all over woman's clothing, he wondered. Do they wear them too? Is it really okay, and just a big secret kept from boys. Trembling, Larry spread the thin waistband of the sparkled garment and stuck through a leg. The soft elastic leg opening hugged his calf and spread open easily up his tapered calf and thigh. He instinctively knew it would be his size and as he slipped his other leg through his small tool grew. Pulling it up to his waist it contracted to fit snugly around his derriere and held the small erection against his tummy. The slipperiness and snugness of the garment made him tingle and he felt his engorged penis throb involuntarily, suddenly bursting with his first ejaculation. The sensation made his knees weak as it continued to throb and shoot semen throughout the panties soaking them immediately and fully.

He was in shock. He'd heard about this but didn't know how to cause it. Here it happened involuntarily, and he panicked about what he would do with sis's soaked panties. A wave of shame overwhelmed him as he shucked out of them and ran to the washroom across the hall. Quickly washing himself of the sticky fluid, his mind raced for a solution to the obviously soiled undergarment. With renewed fright he rinsed them as well as he could and dried them before hiding them under his mattress. Larry dressed in shorts and shirt very quickly. Guilt ridden, he didn't want anyone to suddenly come home and find him even partially undressed. He was sure anyone would know by the look on his face that he done something shameful.

In the kitchen, he opened a coke and drank thirstily to wash away the dry mouth that all that involuntary pumping had caused, and he noticed that his penis tingled pleasantly and dripped. Larry glanced at the clock and realized that only twenty minutes had gone by since he first ascended to Jane's room. He felt as if it had been hours and was quite relieved. Upon reflection, he'd really liked it, though oddly shamed at his sexual release.

He started to think how he would have looked if he'd gone further, imagining himself in one of Jane's dresses and heels, and was convinced her clothes would fit as well as the panties had, before he realized that his penis was erect again. Stroking it through his shorts he felt the tingling throbbing return and pulled down his pants. Taking it in his hand he gently pumped, and the sensations increased. Larry closed his eyes and pretended he was clicking down the sidewalk in a denim mini-skirt and Jane's red slides and suddenly he shot the second load of his life across his belly and chest. This time he revelled in the sensation, forgetting for a moment the fantasy that had propelled his hand and quickly went to wash away the evidence.

It was only eleven thirty. No mom or Jane at least until four thirty. Why not prove. . ..

Before the thought was completed, he was bounding up the steps. Carefully, he hung his shorts on Jane's doorknob and entered. It was thrilling, exciting, and he reminded himself, dangerous. Sex was involved, and Larry sensed that somehow, if he were caught, they would KNOW, that it wasn't just some innocent play acting by him. The strong positive physical and psychic sensations churned and led him on. He could have been hypnotized, and hoped that if he were, God forbid, caught, that he could argue that it was involuntary, he "didn't know what he was doing," it "just happened." The thought comforted him. He acted out the scene in his mind as he drew on a pair of white, lace edged tap pants.

"Why hello dear," mom would say, "I'll bet you had nothing else to do and wanted to play a little dress-up. That's okay, I understand."

But his mind raced ahead to the opposite conclusion as he imagined being pinched, slapped, shamed, spanked, berated and threatened for his little charade.

"My my Jane, your little brother is as cute as a bon-bon in that swishy little silk of yours," she would say, "As pretty a sissy as there ever was. Could Jane and I help you with your make-up?"

Imagining that Jane would answer, "Mom, Larry would like to be called Lori when he's wearing open-toed heels. I can't wait to take him by my girlfriends in a strapless sundress!"

His hands shook as he drew on a pair of his "first nylons". They were "nude sandal foot, garterless thigh-hi's", the package said. Opening another drawer, he gently sorted through Jane's bras until he found one in white lace with soft cups that seemed to match the lacy tap pants. He stretched the stockings and pointed his toes, marvelling at the snug slippery fit and length, and the way the knitted nylon bands hugged the top of his thighs and brushed against his hairless balls. With a pounding heart he tiptoed to Jane's full-length mirror and swooned as he pirouetted, noticing the lace edge of the tap pants flutter, mesmerized by the glistening stocking slipped beneath. Hadn't the ad said, "Hanes--Stockings for Men"?

The "getting caught" scenario continued to play out in his mind with Mom ordering, "Okay Lori, let's see whether you know how to match lingerie. Slip out of your little dress for us, darling."

While Jane would squeal, "Oh mom, can we take little Lori for a perm before school starts?".

Larry imagined, that if the clothes indeed fit too well, that he might find himself in a dress on the first day. Somehow, he felt more shamed at the thought of wearing a pair of red open-toed low-heeled pumps like Jane's, and rather mollified by the sub-conscious fantasy that it would be okay and unnoticed if he came back to school as Lori in a modest skirt, blouse and penny-loafers.

The thought of that happening made him shudder as the thin strapped white lace bra encircled his chest for the first time. "Titties," he thought, "lovely small mounds covered in lace," that would make others notice.

Surprised at himself, he wondered "what's so wrong with that if no one knows you're really a boy?" He carried that thought as he made his first inexpert tries at connecting the back hook. His buds filled the stretchy garment, and when he turned for a profile in the mirror, he was mesmerized by the delicate protrusion, added to by standing on his toes again, which caused a small arch to his back and curve to his butt. "I could pass for a nineteen-year-old," he marvelled.

It suddenly occurred to him that "where are his heels!?" Never feeling so naked with so many garments on, he slid open Jane's closet and scanned the floor for sandals. Shaking and giggling he removed several pairs, amazed at their simplicity and deft design. He slipped his foot into a pair of white quarter-straps on a medium heel and tottered to the mirror to strike poses he'd seen in the newspaper. The heels fit so right and snug that he again wondered, "do I look better in these than in gym shoes?" Breathing heavily, with the panties tented out on his small pole Larry walked several times around the room, imagining the way a girl would, adjusting his stride and maintaining balance. The way the nylons swished as his thighs rubbed together sent a positive signal to his brain. He loved that sound whenever a girl walked by.

His erection continued to wax and wane with every new or purposely repeated sensation. He wanted to try on every pair of Jane's sandals, all her lingerie, and every color of nylons, but he had to know how a dress would fit. Checking his watch, it was only one.

He minced over, as he imagined models did, to Jane's dress rack. Enveloped in the faint smell of some girlish perfume emanating from the rack, he quickly saw a pretty pastel dress that wrapped. Jane had worn it at Easter, and he remembered how he'd kept stealing glances at her as the dress threatened to open and the flash of nyloned knee that she exposed with every step. Had he been envious of her, he wondered? The label said, "pure silk," and as it fell over his shoulders, he trembled at the way all the slippery fabrics moved against each other, overloading his senses.

"A very pretty dress," he mused as he swished to the mirror, trembling with the shame of being found out. A slim willowy girl smiled back from the mirror, and he parted the dress to stroke a throbbing cock. When he exploded for his third time, the experience and the heels cause him to titter back and fall on the bed. Being careful to catch the sperm, he guided himself to the washroom to clean up.

It was there he saw the coral lipstick tube and his hands went to it before he could think. The smell and the color flooded him with fear again as he slipped it open and slowly applied it, they way he'd seen mom and Jane. He imagined being forced to go to school dressed this way and some older boy who might know him as a sissy, forcing him to kiss after applying lipstick in front of him. Something in his mind nudged him "I like being told what to do. I want to obey and be good." Slowly, the fantasy-idea sprang, "I'm doing this because I was told to. I'm obedient. It's not my fault. I don't want to wear dresses and heels. They made me wear panties and nylons." Larry wanted to know, more than ever, "am I a girl? Am I a pretend boy? Or am I just a sissy?", and he flushed a hot red at the word, shamed to his core.

Larry loved the feeling of all the silken garments, especially the way the dress hem tickled against his stockinged legs and the feeling of running his hands over his tush and lace covered buds through the slippery dress.

The lipstick was moist and smelled faintly of perfume. It was no wonder to him that girls spent so much time applying it.

He really admired the look in Jane's mirror and liked the way his bangs and hair hung from a few brush strokes. It appeared to be a page-boy, and clearly feminine as it framed his high cheeks and coraled lips.

Stepping lightly to the dress rack, he removed the dress and slipped into a slim gabardine skirt, slit front and back, and buttoned a thin camp shirt that he tucked inside. Posing in the mirror, he winked and beamed at the girl who deftly flipped the collar up and unbuttoned the blouse's top button to flash a little lace. The cross-strapped lizard slings looked very smart, and Larry mused that he was dressing for work as he admired himself. His small tool was hard again as he wondered how coral painted toes would shimmer through the nylons. The strain of the posture of three-inch heels delighted him and he wondered whether he might venture down the sidewalk in them.

Some time and several dress and heel changes later he suddenly realized it was after four o'clock. Panic electrified him as he quickly pulled off the dress and lingerie. The panties had a small wet spot in the crotch but otherwise looked unused, but the nylons kept his shape, obviously worn. Larry speculated that with a drawer full, Jane would never miss one pair and stole them away under his mattress with the morning's panties.

When the bell rang, he jumped in fright. He was just finished arranging the last of Jane's shoes, stark naked and wearing lipstick. Larry leaped to the washroom to wash it off, grabbing his shorts on the way, before running downstairs to answer the door.

It was his mother, who was quite surprised to see him indoors at that hour on such a nice day. "Marty and Pete had to be home early today, mom", he offered. Satisfied, she went to prepare dinner.

Larry was relieved at the glibness of the explanation, but was fear struck when Jane arrived a few minutes later, bounding up to her room. His fear mixed with jealousy when he saw her in a skirt and matching sandals.

She was upstairs a long time, worrying him, that she might notice her things had been tampered with. After what seemed an hour, she came down dressed in shorts and t-shirt for dinner. Nothing was said, nor any particularly probing questions asked about his day, to Larry's relief. Without thinking of the stashed lingerie, he swore to himself that he would never go in Jane's room again.

The next several days passed uneventfully for him, though the memory of the day in Jane's clothes flashed in his mind frequently. With his friends, he would cringe at the thought of their knowledge that he was different. At home hope mixed with fear of being seen in a dress and casually accepted or being severely punished. Was it worse to be caught in Jane's room or in her panties and heels, the young boy mused.

On Thursday morning, alone again, he took out the panties and nylons from under the mattress. He was hard before he could draw the first stocking up his leg and by the time the panties were in place, a few short strokes brought him to a spouting orgasm. The power of it caused him to relax and drift off, allowing a rivulet to run across his belly and down his hip. Awakening, the brush of his legs together caused a slippery tingling, and he went to wash himself off. He wanted to stay in those nylons and hold that sensitized feeling. The extremely pleasant sexual tension of the stocking's confinement reinforced the flowering idea of more experimentation. Larry's heart leaped at the fantasy of being accepted by his mother and Jane and going out with them in a skirt and heels, to shop and then lunch, the way mom and Jane often did together.

Mom was a real estate broker, which allowed her a fairly flexible schedule and Jane could always count on her for lunch and what Larry presumed was "girl talk". He wanted to be part of the group. Was that it? Or did he want to wear dresses? Larry wasn't sure, although he knew that if he wanted, he was always welcome on their excursions. Before now, spending time shopping with them was an unwelcome chore. Now he somehow wanted to let them know that he understood, or thought he understood, why they were so preoccupied with clothes and appearance. Subtly, over the course of the summer, Larry started changing. He paid closer attention to his appearance. He lessened his involvement with friends; fairly easy when you're not too athletic, and always the reluctant last choice in a pick-up game of baseball or other sport. At home his dressing fantasies became very mercurial. Some days he plunged at Jane's clothes, prancing and masturbating until it hurt, and hoping the day wouldn't end. On other days he felt guilt ridden and unclean and worried that the things he'd heard about masturbation might be true and might show on him. His greatest fear was the uncertainty of his family's and friends' reaction if they discovered his secret. Of his friends there was no doubt. The slightest effeminate trait in his peer group was ostracized with chants of "sissy, lacy-pants, femme, faggot, homo, pussy" and other words too numerous to mention. Not to forget the drubbing a boy might likely get from his friends for showing up at the park in too new gym shoes, shirt or pants, or anything other that jeans or shorts. God forbid a dress shirt and tie on a weekday. Or a pair of shined loafers and khakis with a clean pullover shirt. He was less sure of his mom's and Jane's reaction. His parents had divorced many years earlier, so he was relieved that as he imagined, there'd be no father to bully him and disappoint. He was sure there wasn't a father alive who'd rather see his boy in a dress and sandals with bows in his hair.

As for Jane, at her age, he guessed from her dating and conversations that she wanted masculine images from all men and would tease and shame him mercilessly if she saw him in training bra and panties. Mom, he was sure, or at least hoped, would be understanding and forgiving. At least so long as he wasn't caught sneaking among her and Jane's private possessions. Personal privacy was respected in their house, and any seeming transgression would be dealt with sternly, he knew. So how could he dress, without girl's clothes of his own? Could he dare ask them to try something on? "Oh mom, do you think Jane would mind if I tried on her yellow chiffon prom gown to see how it looks?", he thought, and was sure mom would faint before showing him the business end of a belt. Could he spring it on them one afternoon, by greeting them in a dress and hope they took it as a lighthearted try at comedy or fun? Would they both want to shame him? He sensed it was wrong, and if they made him undress after caught in a dress and heels that they'd send him to a doctor. The fear of rejection and the probable humiliation forever after, kept him cautious and discreet. If he could only gauge their reaction. To Larry, it was obvious that there was a strong sexual undertone to wearing sheer black stockings and ankle strap sandals. At times he dreamt he had his own that mom would admire him in, commenting on his pretty legs. Other times, the realization of their effect on him, he guessed his mom could easily "read" and would die sooner than having him go out in public that way. "How do you please everybody?" he speculated.

At times, lying on his bed, dressed in hose, he mused that he should spring it on them, but that fear of rejection, and subsequent shame held him back. Few of the eighteen-year-old girls he knew wore nylons. How could he? Even, as he thought, his legs looked better than most nineteen-year-olds.

Early in July, in the jumble of summer, some weeks after that first taste for nylon and heels embedded itself in his mind Larry felt that, if he at least had his own dress and heels, there'd be no problems with the issue of privacy if he were caught. "Could I go to the mall and buy a dress? Nylons, heels, panties, bra, lipstick and eye shadow?" Jane had only started wearing make-up a year earlier. What would mom say about him if she knew? He had some of his own savings and practiced the scenario over and over in his mind. "I'll just go in and buy one item in each store". I'll say that the nylons are a gift. The dress is a birthday present for my sister. The sandals. . .", he knew it would be unbelievable. Maybe just some nylons.

"My mom got a run and wants me to buy three pairs of Christian Dior Ultrasheers in 'Barely Black', sandalfoot. Uh, I think she said sheer to the waist, size C." That's what Larry blurted to the saleslady at Saks. She winked and smiled but gave him his purchase and asked, "maybe your mom would like some stockings too?" Flushed with embarrassment, he said, "what colors do they come in?" And the saleslady knew she had him hooked. She was in her thirties, it seemed, close to his mother's age. Tall and smartly dressed, the tinge of irony and sarcasm in her voice was gentle enough to keep Larry from bolting from the store. "Well dear, they come in many colors, from a neutral shade that's nearly undetectable to that naughty black color in your bag", she smiled. "Let me show you", she said to the entranced and embarrassed boy. "These taupe shades--a sort of brownish grey, are very becoming with your dark hair", she grinned. "Oh, I'm sure your mother must have a very similar color", she quickly added, to save him the sudden red-faced shame. Adding, "I'll bet you look at lot like her". Larry was already frozen with fear and desire and whispered dryly, "yes I do, I mean, we both look alike". The saleslady smiled back, "I thought so dear", knowing that the slim young boy in front of her was buying nylons for himself. She was intrigued, and not the least surprised, since many men and boys came to her counter to buy stockings for "others" all the time. She'd met and knew any number of sissies while working as Saks, and somehow felt a sympathy for her regulars, whom she sold stockings to without ever flinching or revealing her knowledge. Larry struck her with his politeness. He acted rather submissive, effeminate and demure and was not the least defensive, though probably out of fear and some "first time" buying guilt. "Why don't you just step back here", she motioned to a remote corner, "and look this selection over. I'll be right back to show you some different styles".

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CHAPTER TWO

Numbly, with trembling hands, Larry picked through the gossamer samples, as the saleslady walked to the counter. She busied herself and glanced at the boy from time to time, noticing that from different angles he seemed all that he was, rather androgynous, a pretty boy from one angle and a cute young miss from another. She mused to herself that he probably dresses every chance he gets, and approvingly observed very shapely and nearly hairless legs in the boy-cut shorts he was wearing. His thick dark hair needed little touching to create a feminine style she thought, and guessed that with a little padding he probably looked very pretty in a size 8 dress. She walked back to him, "have you found some colors that you like?" adding hastily, "for your mother"? He whispered, "yes" at several shades of grey, blacks of varying intensity and some neutrals. The woman thought, "pretty sophisticated tastes for a boy. Dear, let me show you the very wide variety of white shades that are popular with young women" ever careful to not directly confront him with their secret. "I really think this ultra sheer white is a very pretty summer shade, don't you agree"? Larry nodded. "Of course, these come in pantyhose and gartered as well as thigh-highs. Does mother wear garters?" she grinned. Larry was stunned and tried to stutter an answer, but how could he tell her he liked garters and thigh-highs? She saved him from an answer. "Why don't I just give you two pairs of these lace topped stockings? They are just divine with a summery dress and sandals, especially if your legs are tanned", she smiled, obviously looking at his legs. Larry regretted that he was in shorts, and suddenly felt she was ogling him. "Now dear, here's a pretty little set that we sell in the hosiery department. It's a sheer lacy tube bra, high cut French panties to match and silvery black lace topped garterless stockings. Do you think she'd like those? They're on sale for eight dollars. Why don't I give you a set, okay?", she encouraged. Larry faintly smiled his appreciation, though her eyes bored humiliation right through him. As he paid, she thanked him and suggested, "now dear, if you ever need any help picking something out for your mother come see me. I think I can pretty much guess her size. I'd be happy to help you", she winked, as she handed him the package. Striding quickly from the store he noticed the bulge in his pants and wondered whether she'd noticed. Oh, she had.

When Larry got home, he hid his purchases in the back of the closet except for the teddy hose set. Stripping down, he trembled as he rolled the stockings up nearly smooth tanned legs. The high cut bikini panty came next and then the stretchy tube bra, whose smooth elastic pushed his fleshy buds up to fill the fabric. Entranced, he found a pair of black patent pumps with grosgrain bows in Jane's closet and pumped and shot several loads of hot pubescent semen on the bedroom floor before dosing off on his bed to daydream of wearing the pretty little set outdoors.

How could he ever wear this in front of his mother and Jane he shuddered.

Changes at the Wand home never went unnoticed. Linda Wand, although divorced, was a parent who didn't let business and her personal life get in the way of raising Jane and Larry. She'd begun to notice the subtle shift in Larry's habits, he was neater, more polite, and subtly demure; home more often when she returned for dinner as well as occasionally when she stopped at home for lunch. Jane worked at a beauty salon for the summer as a shampoo girl, contenting Mrs. Wand that her time was occupied. Larry, on the other hand, had his morning paper route and was then free for most of the day. Subtly, she'd noticed personal items in their washroom had been moved and had heard from Jane that personal items were misplaced or missing. This was rather unusual only because Jane was fairly fastidious, although Linda dismissed this to Jane's working a full-time job for the summer. It was only after a particularly long day when Jane was almost in hysteria that she couldn't find a new pair of stockings that she was sure she had and simply couldn't go out without that Linda became concerned. She resolved that she needed a few days off to catch up on housework and clear up the mislaid and missing clothing as well as to check on Larry's habits. It was while cleaning the upstairs bedrooms that she noticed Jane's sandals behind the hamper and her own things scattered and mixed with her teenager's that she thought a thorough cleaning was needed. And it was in Larry's room that she was struck with the incongruity of Jane's panties lying on the floor of his closet. "Hmm, this family is scattering its possessions far and wide. How could Jane's underwear find its way into Larry's closet?" That evening at dinner she mentioned what she had found very casually in the course of reminding her teenagers that summer vacation wasn't a vacation from tidiness that she was struck by the look of embarrassment that swept over Larry at the panty's mention. And she started to wonder. Larry had become very fastidious of late and was at the threshold of manhood. Like many teenage boys his age he had an angelic, androgynous, no girlish look to him, and she wondered whether he had too much free time and was trying on her clothes or Jane's.

The next morning, she decided to make a careful search of the house to see if there was something amiss. It was in the basement that she noticed the pair of worn thigh top stockings balled up behind some boxes. They hadn't been dropped there; they'd been hidden. The idea that sprang to mind was quite a shock. "Larry?" It couldn't be. He did have that vague girlish boy look to him and not a very muscular body. Soft, smooth and hairless, except for sparse sprouting leg hair. Could it really be him?" Linda imagined that he might have tried out the stockings purely out of teenage curiosity. No harm in that. She rather fondly recalled dressing Jane and Larry in matching pink Southern antebellum dresses for Halloween, when Larry was younger and Jane a year older. He'd been rather embarrassed then about putting on the new white tights and bowed white patent pumps that Jane had grown out of. That was the last time she was ever able to coax him into a dress. Linda had really loved their appearance and had fantasized that she had two daughters. She treated Larry softly and gently during those years out of love and that sub-conscious wish that he was really a daughter too. Every Halloween she and Jane would ask if they could dress him up as a girl and every year, the ensuing teasing shamed and embarrassed him to tears as he blushingly steadfastly refused their offers. She wondered and thought that maybe she should test her theory. That evening at dinner she said, "teenagers, I've been doing some housecleaning and want to send a number of boxes to the Amvets Store. Could you please box up anything you want to give away. Larry, be sure to bring down your old winter coat and the gray suit you've grown out of as well as that hockey gear. Jane, don't you have a number of dresses and shoes that you're not wearing this year?" Don't forget that junior prom dress. You'll get a new one for the senior prom, and there's probably a needy girl who'd love to have one." She stole glances at Larry and noticed how he perked up at word of Jane's clothes. She'd guessed right.

A few days later, as she packed the boxes, she loudly announced that they would be picked up the following Monday and asked Larry to take them out to the garage. He was only too happy, she noticed. On Sunday afternoon an inventory while her teenagers were out revealed the prom dress, a pink shirtwaist and several pairs of Jane's shoes were missing. Linda expected that she knew where to find them.

Early Monday, as she and Jane left for work, she smiled and said she'd be late that day, and that Jane and Larry should eat dinner without her. Larry sat and trembled with anticipation. The yellow strapless chiffon gown that Jane had worn in May was his, safely hidden in the attic. As soon as the left, Larry made the ritual rounds of the house to check that the doors were locked and the shades to his room drawn. Linda in the meantime planned to send someone over that morning with a package delivery, as soon as she thought Larry might be dressed in his new finery.

Larry bounded to the attic. Stripping off his t-shirt and shorts, he wore no underwear. He slid the white sheers up his legs and stepped into the full skirted gown. Failing with the zipper, he turned it backwards, zipped up and twisted it around. It fit very nicely as his hard cock revealed to him, though it was well hidden under the voluminous layers of chiffon skirt. Taking some socks, he filled out the vacant cleavage and carefully stepped into a pair of white sandals that he'd gleaned from the box.

Linda was in action too. Waiting for twenty minutes, "that should give him time to parade down the stairs", she told the office messenger to deliver a set of blue prints to her home. Someone would be there to accept them. When she was sure that the messenger was within a few minutes of arriving, she called home. Larry was in the mirror and froze in fear. Should I answer? Well, why not, no one could see him over the phone, and if it was mom, she'd get angry if he didn't answer. Linda knew that if her timing was right the doorbell would ring while they were on the phone and Larry would have no choice but to answer the door.. Stepping to the phone in the high heels, Larry answered on the fourth ring, "Hello?". "Hello dear", his mother answered. "Larry, have the Amvets been out for the boxes yet", she asked. "Fear-struck, he'd forgotten they were coming, he said, "Why, why no mom, not yet", and thought he better peel out of the gown quickly before they came. "Now listen carefully, dear, a messenger will deliver some blueprints this morning that are very important to me. Be a doll and wait until noon for them would you?", she plead. "Oh sure mom, happy to," he nervously replied, thinking, well, no panties for me today. Suddenly the doorbell rang impatiently. Linda heard it over the phone, "that might be him now dear, wasn't that the bell"? Larry froze in shame and animal fear. Twenty feet from the door in a chiffon strapless dress and mom on the phone. "Please dear, I'll wait, see who it is". Larry was numb.

The doorbell rang again. "Larry dear, put the phone down and answer the door", she smiled, knowing what Larry's dilemma was. The fear struck panty waist felt as though his spiky sandals were cemented to the floor. There wasn't time to shuck hose, heels, bra and dress. The sissy's mind raced. Although no one could see him--yet--he slowly felt himself becoming shamefully red faced. The doorbell rang again. "Larry! Please darling, go answer the door. And oh dear, please ask the messenger to the phone, I'll want to ask him whether they're the right prints", Linda added, cleverly calculating that this should cure her son's panty passion. Shock struck the trembling sissy boy. "Mom, I'll just ask him for you", he snapped, thinking quickly, that he could just have the messenger pass the blueprints through the door. "I'm sorry dear", Linda smiled wickedly, "I really need to ask several details". She wondered whether his dressing was still rather tentative and guessed that he was wearing the pink striped oxford cloth shirtdress. Linda had recognized his effeminate features and thought his legs probably looked rather pretty in the knee length dress, especially with the tan open toed slings that she'd noticed missing from the Amvets box.

"Dear! Quit jabbering and answer the door before he leaves", she ordered. THAT thought really made Larry quake. He imagined running down the stairs in daylight and out to the street to call back the messenger. One of the neighbours was bound to see him. And with the way his luck was going, it would probably be that nineteen-year-old muscle bound bully Tony, from across the street. He'd been very interested in Jane and would probably recognize that it was Larry and not Jane in the strapless chiffon. That would be the end for life. Tony didn't particularly like him, and Larry imagined that word of his tripping down the sidewalk in heels and hose would pass like wildfire through the neighbourhood. What to do?

"Larry!", a rather eager Linda scorched at him. "I'm going, mother!" Linda recognized his voice of exasperation and held the phone away as she tried to stifle a giggle and mused that he even spoke girlishly. She was dying with curiosity to see her son's transformation to part time sissy, and wished she was there. "Maybe when I get the car phone...", she thought. Larry was not yet very expert with heels. It required all his concentration to stand in the stiletto sandals, as he weak-kneed his way to the front door. "I'll just have to act like I know what I'm doing", he weakly hoped, as he opened the door. "Well, hello there, miss", the young messenger grinned, as he gaped at the pretty, sweet young thing who answered the door. Larry just then understood what his sister meant when she'd say to mom or her girlfriends that someone was "undressing her with his eyes". He felt very naked. His small roundish orbs jutted out and up from the padding he'd stuffed below them. The heart shaped neckline happily revealing an expanse of soft hairless chest and more than half of the orbs that protruded above his chiffon swathed nipples.

"Gee, I'm sorry", the messenger grinned, staring at the pretty legs and slim ankles that peeked out from under the mid-calf length of sheer chiffon. "I'll bet I caught you dressing, right?", he said with a wink and apologetic voice. Larry shifted in the sandals, wishing the dress would somehow grow a turtleneck, sleeves and a floor length hem. This guy just smiled and never looked you in the eyes. Larry's face reddened shamefully with understanding. The young sissy spun on his spikes, surprising himself with unexpected deftness. Trembling, and dry mouthed, he said, "my mom's on the phone and would like to talk to you before you leave. The phone's by the stairs". Larry minced into the living room a few feet from the phone, hoping to stay a bit out of the young man's eyesight, but near enough to step over quickly if he was wanted on the phone. The messenger's eyes tried to follow, but he quickly fell into conversation as Linda asked questions to keep him on the phone for a few minutes. She hoped Larry was squirming. The sissified lad stood trembling with his back to the messenger.

He could feel his heart pound and ears ring and burn with shame. As a cool breeze from the partly open door licked his ankles and drifted up his thighs the coolness made him realize that he was starting to perspire from his embarrassment. Trying to collect his thoughts, it suddenly struck him that the fear of being "read", shamed him and uncontrollably excited him. "Is she or isn't he". He trembled in fear, and felt his cock rising in excitement. "Is this right?" It really worried him that as small as he was, it might show a bulge in the chiffon. It would only be after the messenger left that Larry, standing in the open doorway with the sun shining in would realize the show the young man got from the sun light silhouetting his shapely gams. The sight would give him a new erection.

Linda wondered what he might be doing and said to the messenger, "would you ask HER to come to the phone"? It didn't occur to Larry then that mom had used the feminine pronoun. But he did cringe when the young man said, "miss, your mom wants to speak with you". He prayed that she hadn't heard, but Linda had, and was beside herself with glee. "Now Larry", she said when he was on the phone, "is Jane there with you"? She smiled as he stuttered a "nuh-nuh-no mom". The little swish had wasted no time at all, she thought. She wouldn't press it for now but had to know whether her hunch had been correct. Did the little panty waist favour gown or shirtwaist? "Okay then, dear. Just listen. Can you bring those prints down to the office for me later"? "Yeh-yes, mom", he replied in a quavering voice that he hoped didn't sound too boyish to the messenger or sissyish to mom. "Okay then dear, let me speak to Jim again", she said. He handed the phone back to the smiling messenger, who'd had a long look at his bare back, derriere, and pretty, tapered calves. "Yes Mrs. Wand"?, he asked. Linda became conspiratorial and nearly whispered into the phone," Now Jim, just tell me one thing, with a "yes or no" answer. I don't want my daughter to know, but is she dressed in a fairly pretty ball gown"? "Oh, yes, Mrs. Wand, yes indeed", Jim replied rather too enthusiastically. It worried Linda, as she stifled a laugh, that maybe the young man might want to press his advantage, "Well tell me Jim, is she in heels'? "Oh yes ma'am" he smiled into the receiver. "Thank you, Jim, you may go now", she replied, feeling safe that the messenger would just stop for one last long panting look and nothing more. "Larry, sweet, please bring the prints over before noon love, okay"? she said as she rung off. It wasn't until Larry stripped out of the nylons that he realized that the messenger hadn't flinched when mom asked to call him to the phone. She knew.

When he got to her office, he wanted to drop the plans with the receptionist and run, but mom expected him, and wanted to watch him squirm for a while. "Well dear, how was your morning", she smiled, almost laughing. "Fine mom", he said, averting her eyes. "Larry, was there a girl with you this morning", she asked friendlily. "No-no mom"!, Larry sputtered, turning beet red. "Well, that's odd, I thought Jim said 'Oh, miss' to someone", she grinned broadly, carefully dancing around the discovery. The confrontation could wait for a day when she could find him at home, and as she imagined, probably just pirouetting in front of a mirror. No harm in that. "If I handle it right", she thought, "he might be our occasional 'dress-up doll'. I might even be able to handle him better in a dress. Might make him a little neater and obedient, if he knew there was a dress for punishment--or reward", she mused, "No need to rush into this now". Larry stopped trembling enough to squeak, "can I go now mom"? "Well Larry, wouldn't you like to have lunch with me"?, thinking, it would be exciting to watch him squirm for a half hour of innocent questioning. "No-no, mom. I'm not really very hungry", he smiled wanly. "I'll just get going, to meet the Amvets guys when they come". Linda smiled as he nearly tripped, beating his retreat from the office.

Larry's embarrassment was numbing. "What had mom said on the phone to Jim?" Call Him to the phone"? No, that would have startled the messenger, and his surprise would have shown. "Let me speak to. . . her? My daughter? The girl? The young lady". Try as he might the panic-struck boy couldn't think a single way mom could have avoided using a feminine pronoun. By the time he reached the house, Larry mind was churning dozens of explanations. But, "how had she known"? What had tipped her off? The young boy's mind raced. His stash of nylons? He was sure they were safe at the bottom of a box full of old family albums. He was sure that she hadn't been to the attic. Had they noticed that their make-up had been used? "No, it couldn't be that subtle". Then suddenly, it occurred to him. He sat down trembling and nearly on the verge of tears. It must have been the saleslady at Saks. "She must know mom or is a friend of hers. So mom would know that he'd spent thirty dollars buying pairs of pantyhose, stockings and that "teddy hose" set. Once irresistibly attractive to him, he wished that he'd never been to Saks. He wanted to go to his hiding place and tear the gossamer garments to shreds. He imagined mom saying at dinner, "Larry, after dinner, please go put on the pretty little bra and panty set, and the matching nylons, dear. Jane and I want to see her new little sister". He shivered thinking of parading in front of them in lingerie. Worse yet, it was all so sheer that they'd see his penis and nipples through that glimmering fabric. Jane didn't have anything so blatantly sexual in her dresser. And mom, well he never thought of her in sexual terms. She was pretty, tall, and well dressed, but even she didn't have lingerie like his. Larry wondered when the "boom would fall", and dreaded dinner that evening. Then he remembered, mom would be home late and dinner was on their own.

That evening as he and Jane sat down to burgers and fries, Larry uncomfortably thought that mom might have already said something to Jane, and waited with fear to hear Jane make a remark. Nothing happened. Depressed, Larry stayed in his room after dinner with the television on to keep him company as he thought of how he would explain the lingerie purchase to mom when she asked. But that couldn't explain the phone conversation that morning. Did she think he paraded in front of a stranger in bra and panties? He wondered what she thought of him now. At eleven, he was startled by his mother, who knocked and stepped into his room. "Hi dear. I'm home. Have a good day"?, she smiled. "Oh sure mom, fine", he replied, dreading the axe fall. He averted his eyes when she enthusiastically asked, "Do anything interesting today, love"? "Oh, no mom, just a lot of the same", he blurted. Linda Wand smiled and wondered, "well then, good night, love". "G'night, mom", he said, relieved. For the moment.

At breakfast, the next morning, mom told Larry to pack some clothes to visit his uncle and aunt at their summer cottage for a week. A very relieved Larry Wand, enthusiastically sprinted to his room, thinking that in a week this should blow over. "She'll forget, and I'll promise to start over and be good", he thought. Linda Wand had planned this at work the day before. There was no forgetting.

Packed off for the week, Linda started her search in spare moments. By Thursday, she'd not only found the gown, shirtwaist, five pairs of shoes, and to her gleeful surprise, two of Jane's old training bras, but the wickedly sexy "teddy hose" and stocking collection. The stain on the lacy, high cut black panties worried her. "He's becoming a man", she thought, "but what kind of a man? This effeminate boy wasn't just innocently play-acting. There's more to him than prancing in the mirror in a pair of spiked sandals". Slowly the plan evolved. She'd have to be slow, patient, teasing and firm with Larry. "Not Larry, my darling, dear, sweet, swishy, effeminate, mincing sissy boy. . . Lori", she gleefully mused, "my little doll. My primping prima donna in ballet class. A delicate little wisp to tease boys with. Jane's dress form. My little tart in mini and red, spiked mules. Our little deb, . . . all with time". Linda resolved that there was still the whole summer. That this could be done slowly and gently. Fire and ice. Assurance and teasing. Humiliation and reward. It would be fun.

For now, Jane'd be kept out of the little secret. In fact, Linda thought That she'd probably have to cover for Lori, if he kept trying and wearing Jane's things, until the time that she'd share his secret.

Back home after a week, Larry felt refreshed and cleansed. Swimming, boating and playing with new friends for a while who accepted him uncritically, drained him of the previous week's heavy mental baggage. He was eager to be alone in the house and invade his secret cache. The next morning, without skipping a beat, Mom and Jane left for the day. After the careful check for dead bolted doors, he took the stairs two at a time to the attic. Nothing was out of place. The pink stripped shirtdress, still hidden under a winter coat in the hanging garment bag, came out first. Larry, had ironed it after taking it from the Amvets box, and the shirt tail hem and side slits invited him to slip in. Undergarments first, though. He was sorry now that he hadn't asked the lady at Saks whether the "teddy hose" came in other colors. It would show through the dress. Slowly, fighting a looming erection, he slid the panties up, and fantasized that he was dressing for a day of shopping. Sitting on a trunk, he carefully rolled a pair of neutral hose up his legs, admiring their form as he held his leg out and arched his foot, the way he'd seen models and women in movies do it. He hastily drew on the lacy strapless tube bra and massaged his throbbing organ through the nylon and lace. Peeling down hose and panties to his thighs he reclined and let his hardness subside. He really wanted to slowly savour this first session after the week's vacation.

As he tucked the flaccid organ down to minimize the bulge, he accidentally brushed a box aside, spilling it on the floor. He was awestruck. Make-up! Larry couldn't recall seeing it in the attic before. Here were used lipstick, mascara, blush, gloss, a large palette of eyeshadow, and he excitedly saw, pale pink nail polish! Without thinking of anything, he peeled off the hose and slowly painted his toenails, as his small tool throbbed its approval. It didn't occur to him, then, that mom or Jane had anything to do with the box of old make up. But Linda had. Larry rolled the stockings back on admiring the twinkle of his double coated toenails and couldn't wait to see them sparkle in the pretty white sandals he'd worn with the gown. Slipping an arched foot into them as if being helped at a shoe store, he swooned at the way they commanded his concentration. Thighs and calves responded with unused muscles as he put his feet together to admire nylons, heels and polish. "As pretty as any girls", his mind soared, blocking out the negative. Carefully, he unbuttoned the dress to below the waist and stepped each sandaled foot through. It slid onto his shoulders perfectly, he thought as he left a few top and bottom buttons undone to provocatively flash the bra and his shapely nylon clad legs.

Make-up! It took all his concentration to keep from shaking at his good luck. He felt his tucked tool ooze and hoped he could try a few things on in the mirror before he exploded with passion. He was indescribably in love with himself. Stepping carefully down to the bathroom, he swooned with envy at his sister who wore clothes like this every day. The image in the full-length mirror winked its approval at the pretty teen in pink stripped shirtwaist, whose knees sparkled in the light with every step and pose. He opened the tube of lipstick and slipped it across his mouth. Remembering Jane at the mirror he tried to deftly touch his cheeks with pale blush. It was the mascara and eye shadow that he knew he'd have to be careful with. Choosing a light dusting of gold, he followed over it with a soft pinkish color. "Not too bad", he thought, "plenty of room for improvement, but at least it wasn't hookerish". He fantasized himself a high school girl. Done, he went to the long mirror for approval before going downstairs to walk about and practise the heels on the carpet and hard floors.

Shamefully, a thought came to mind. Practise what? He knew he could never go outside like this. His neighbours would see him. Anyone could tell he was a young boy in a dress, he thought. It was almost noon. He realized he'd been dressed for nearly two hours. As much as he enjoyed the recurring throb and tingle of his little tool, he really wanted a release. While he had been mincing over the carpet and through the house, practising in the slippery heels "how were girls able to do it? Slip and slide in sandals, wearing nylons".

He imagined being at school, working at a job, and suddenly, uncontrollably, out on a date, like his sister Jane, with a boy. He shook his head to clear the thought, but it continued to press, and he noticed to his alarm that his tool was really becoming hard. The fantasy washed over any guilt or shame that called from his subconscious as he let himself imagine holding hands, being kissed and held, and dancing in his heels and dress. As he ascended the stairs to his room, he imagined an arm around his waist.

Larry sat on the edge of his bed, smoothing the dress beneath him. He undid the three remaining buttons from hem to waist. Lifting his legs onto the bed he crossed and uncrossed them, delighting in the nylon's slipperiness. "Where did this boy come from?", he dreamily wondered, imagining that his slow strip was for the dream boy's benefit. It was this young man's hands and not Larry's that cupped nubile breasts and petted his pantied tummy and inner thighs. Larry rolled the hose to his thighs and pulled his hard sticky tool through the black lace panty's leg. He rubbed the clear fluid over the shaft and shot a burst over his left shoulder into the headboard on the third stroke. He mewed as his hips bucked and he kept rubbing the slick shaft spurting now onto his hand. Spent, he laid back and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt shame. The nylons and sandals were constricting. The make-up felt like clay, and he wanted to tear off the dress. Springing from the bed, he slipped off the garments and sprinted to the shower. "That was it. No more. First chance I get, all this gets carried out to the trash", he resolved. Dried, and dressed in shorts he hurried to the attic with his things, carefully replacing everything, before going out in the sun to burn off the shame of the morning That evening, after dinner, with both Larry and Jane out of the house, Linda inspected the attic and delighted to find that Larry had found the make-up. She giggled looking at the wrinkled shirtdress, imagining Larry prancing about in the sandals that she noticed had been moved. She wanted to see him dressed, unnoticed and planned to pretend leaving for work the next day.

The following morning, with Larry still upstairs, she shouted, "bye Larry, see you tonight!", and loudly shut the door. The car had been parked in the garage the night before.

Hearing his mother leave, the compulsion to slip into nylons overcame the budding sissy. But no dress today. Just hose and heels to relieve the Tension growing in his shorts. Slipping into the lace panties and bra that he'd carried down to the living room, he now carefully rolled the matching thigh top stockings up his smooth shapely legs. Linda watched from the quiet of the darkened kitchen, careful to make no noise. In the sexy little ensemble, Larry made a very pretty girl, she noticed. She was especially struck with the way his longish hair looked really feminine when he had on the bra and panties. Those legs were really pretty in the sparkling nylons. When she saw him slip on the white spiky sandals she was amazed at their fit and made a mental note to plant a pair of her old asymmetrical strap black patent slings in the attic. The way he tried to mimic swaying hips almost made her laugh as he strode toward the stairway in the nearly transparent panties. He slowly walked up stairs and Linda followed from a safe distance on stockinged feet. He never heard her as he lay down on his bed in the heels and hose, caressing his scantily clad body and stroking his hard penis through the sheer lacy panties. Linda stood mesmerized, peering through his door, as she watched him get obviously excited and moan from his own caresses. When he withdrew his tool from the panties, she was struck with its delicate, diminutive size. She was dry mouthed and breathless as she watched his hips buck to his hand's rhythm and his back arch as he shot several waves of pubescent semen over his chest. She quietly retreated to her room to reflect on the little tableau and wait until he left the house. It was clear to Linda that Larry didn't spend as much time primping and prancing in the mirror as he did on his bed concentrating on his tool.

It was near the end of July when Linda decided to see if she could make Larry squirm a bit. She realized that with all the free time he had that he was jumping into heels and hose nearly every chance he got. Jane was going to be a bridesmaid for one of Linda's friends who was marrying. Her dress had been bought but needed a hem adjustment that she was certain she could get the sissy boy to wear under the pretence of making adjustments. On the fateful morning Linda casually mentioned that she had the day off to her teenagers and would stay home to catch up on things. Jane skipped off to work but Linda noticed the disappointment on Larry's face. She smiled to herself at the kitchen sink thinking that he'd have plenty of opportunity to dress, in as much or little as he wanted, once she started her charade. Early in the afternoon, as Larry sat pouring over magazines, she asked him in.

"Larry, could I count on you to help me for a little while today"?, she smiled. "Sure, mom, just say it", the unsuspecting sissy replied. "Well Larry, it's a bit out of the ordinary, but I can't get this done without someone", she hedged. "What is it mom"? "Dear, Jane is going to be a bridesmaid next Saturday for Julie. She picked up her dress but it needs a few hem alterations. I hate to ask you, but I wondered if you'd mind. You're both the same height. It wouldn't be very long dear". Larry's embarrassment was obvious. "Aw mom, I said I'd help you with anything. But wearing a dress"? He was visibly trembling and Linda pushed her advantage.

-"Dear, I really need this done. Can you please help me?" handing him the dress.

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CHAPTER THREE

"But mom! Jane'll be home in a few hours", he pleaded in a trembling voice. "Larry! Right now! Get going!", she sharply retorted. Larry knew the voice, and shuffled up the stairs. Stripped to his shorts he removed the dress from the hanger and nearly dropped it when mom shouted, "I'll do up the zipper dear, hurry down". She couldn't wait to see him face to face in the pale lilac full length gown. Trembling, Larry unzipped it to the waist and stepped in. The skirt billowed from the sewn in crinolines, and was so long that he had to hold up the top and walk downstairs on his toes. In the twenty steps he took he fleetingly imagined it was his dress. Seeing Linda smiling at him from the living room erased that thought quickly. He tried to swagger as masculinely as he could towards her. Linda burst a giggle as she noticed his tiptoed gait and his modesty of holding up the dress to cover his bare chest. Larry wanted to melt into the floor from shame. "Larry. I see you without a shirt all the time", she giggled, "you don't have to cover up like a prom queen in the boy's locker room". The words stung, freezing him in his tracks.

Dropping the top, he stood there in the full skirt, looking all the demure young bare breasted girl. "Mo-mom, I just didn't want i-it to flop around", he whined rather defensively. Linda wondered approvingly at the girlish persona he so quickly adopted in the effeminate garment. "Of course, love", she smiled back. He sensed that she didn't believe him, and the shame stung deeper.

"Okay, please let's get this over mom", he simpered. "Of course, pet", she said. "Now Larry, you can see that the dress is too long", she said as she zipped him up. "You'll just have to step into these heels", she smiled at the black mid heeled pumps next to him. "Mom! That wasn't part of the deal", he snapped, surprising himself. "Larry, there's no deal. You agreed to help me. Move it!", said Linda in an equally sharp tone. Tears started to well as the young boy sat down to put on the heels, saying, "they're too tight". Linda suspected his ploy and retorted, "well you'll just have to put on nylons then".

On the verge of tears, he shrieked, "I'm no sissy, mom. I'm not wearing nylons". Linda snapped, "Larry! I need to get this done today. Do you want your sister to come home and see you like this? Pouting like a little deb". He cringed as she handed him sheer black knee highs. Pulling them on his feet slipped easily into the pumps. "Now, up on the stool," she ordered, grinning as he daintily lifted the skirt to step up on the foot high stool. He was humiliated and tried to avoid her gaze. Linda had been uncertain, but now was convinced at his prettiness.

The clincher she decided, would be one more step. If he agreed, she was positive that he'd be in her grip forever. "Larry dear, I have another small problem", she said sweetly, "the dress doesn't hang evenly, love. Would you mind?", she said, deftly holding up a padded white underwired bra, that had been kept from his view. "Mom"!, he cried out, "I'm not wearing any bra"! Controlling her eagerness, Linda said softly. "Please, pet, or the hem will come out crooked". He was trembling, very visibly shamed, "Mom! Please not that too"! "It won't be long hon, I promise", she pleaded, "Just turn around and I'll zip you down". Larry stood numbed, trying to hold back tears. "Hold out your arms, pet", she ordered. Linda, smiled to herself and thought, "my little swishy boy likes to be ordered". "Ahh. It's a perfect fit", she said out loud, adding to his shame. The padding and underwired cups filled and pushed his fleshy breasts up, creating a slight cleavage.

Linda stole a glance at him and smiled before stepping back to zip up the dress. Shamed as he was, mom's approving tone, and the feel of all the slippery garments conspired to grow an erection. Larry was grateful it was well hidden. Or so he hoped. But Linda noticed his heavy breath and mused at her erect little sissy. The bra filled the dress and smoothed it from the jewel neckline to the jutting tips. Unconsciously, Larry kept glancing at himself and in the midst of his embarrassment secretly admired the dresses' fit. Linda noticed. "Larry, please stand still, with your feet together. You can look at yourself in the mirror when I'm done". Her words clashed in his ears. How did she know? "I-I just a. . . wa-wanted to keep from falling", his voice trembled. "Of course, pet", Linda grinned from behind him, "But I just can't get over how pretty you really do look", she laughed, "with a touch here and there, as pretty at Jane". It took all of the sissy's resolve to keep from screaming and crying.

"I'm not a girl. I don't want to be one", he thought. Involuntarily, he heard himself whimper pleadingly, "Please mom, d-don't say anything about this to anyone. I-I don't want to be a girl. I don't want to look like one or dre-dress in g-girl's clothes". "Don't be silly pet, no one said you are. You're just mother's little helper", said Linda from behind, soothing his ego, while she wondered, "why Larry play-acted so much". From what she'd seen of him, he wanted to spend the rest of his life in chiffon and lace. "I'm done dear, step down", she said, "Be careful, I've only pinned the hem. She unzipped the dress and made the young boy hold up his arms to lift the gown off of him.

His shame and the air touching his bare skin made him shiver and redden, standing in front of his mother in bra, knee highs, heels, and the rather incongruous jockey shorts. Linda smiled and handed him a red knee length kimono, "Put this on for a moment, pet." He was about to protest, but decided that the silken garment was better than standing there with his breasts jutting out of the bra. "Larry, love, I've got to make a phone call, do you mind getting me a cup of coffee and yourself a drink while I'm on? I'll only be a minute". Unthinking, he skittered to the kitchen, happy to be out of her sight.

Linda watched him walk and nearly squealed at his feminine step, and the girlish sway the heels forced on her willowy son. He tightly sashed the kimono before bringing in the drinks, and sat down glumly on the sofa as mom continued her phone conversation. He nearly dropped the magazine he was flipping when Linda noticed it was Jane's copy of Seventeen and grinned, "see anything you like in there, pet?" When Linda finished the call, she said, "Okay Larry. I'm done. I was going to ask you to help with another dress, but it can wait". Larry was very relieved but secretly disappointed. Kicking off the shoes he ran to his room to change into boy clothes. Slipping off the nylons he realized that he was still wearing pink polish on his toenails.

Lucky the shoes were pumps, and mom hadn't noticed. But Linda stood in the kitchen wondering how she'd missed it when she'd witnessed his fantasy earlier.

August passed slowly. Linda carefully added small items to the attic for Larry to find and supplement his secret little wardrobe with and checked almost daily to imagine what the little swish had been into that day. She approvingly noticed that the black patent sandals were getting a lot of use from the faint heels marks Larry left throughout the carpeting. It was just after school started, in September, that Linda decided was a good time to bring her new little "daughter" out of the attic. She planned to surprise him, and it didn't take very long. Larry came home from school early one day. It was a half-day, Linda knew. Larry had seen some of Jane's new school clothes and had fallen madly in love with a light wool, dropped waist, pleated, plaid skirt that looked as though it would fall just below his knees. Feeling giddy, and nursing an erection that rose and fell with thoughts of the skirt, he raced to his room. Linda sat in her bedroom, with the door shut, waiting for the moment. Larry shivered as he assembled his sister's lingerie on Jane's bed. He had at least three hours before anyone would be home. He arranged an ivory lace, soft cup bra, nude sandalfoot pantyhose from his own collection, and a pair of satin tap pants on the bed. From a drawer he removed a kelly green cashmere sweater and from the closet the pretty pleated skirt. He slipped the nude hose up his legs and shivered from the slipperiness of his thighs. The bra had a front closure and he filled it with some of Jane's balled stockings. Before donning the tap pants he had to reach in the panty hose and tuck his small tool down between his legs. Now he unzipped the skirt and stepped in. It was as he'd imagined, very demure and feminine. The long sleeved sweater came next and he puckered and pouted at the vision in Jane's mirror. From her closet next came a pair of brown lizard penny loafers that he slipped into easily. Feeling bold, he placed a strand of Jane's pearls around his neck and matching pearl ear clips. He trembled with a mixture of fear and ecstasy as he sat at Jane's dressing table to use coral lipstick, her blush, shadow and a touch of mascara. When he looked at the result he smiled shyly. Taking a comb he brushed down a small bang and delighted at the twinkling earrings and the way the pearls fell and separated his ersatz breasts, emphasizing the two pouty orbs. Puckering, winking and blowing kisses at the mirror, he suddenly formed the word "Loren". And he liked it. Larry couldn't resist a walk about the house to watch his knees lift the skirt with every step and dreamed he was leaving for school. Linda wondered how long he would prance about and pose before returning to his room to slake the raging erection he must have. And it wasn't long. "Just give him a minute or two", she imagined. Larry stood in his room with his legs provocatively apart and rubbed his breasts through the thin cashmere. He lifted the skirt slowly in front of the mirror and got harder as he watched inch by inch of knee and glistening nylon thigh appear to him. He lifted the sweater to reveal the bra and fondled his padded breasts imagining himself fondling a girl the same way.

With the skirt to his waist he propped himself against the bed's backboard and elevated his satin and nylon covered as with a pillow. Ever so slowly he tugged the tap pants down to his knees and slowly rolled the panty hose down to mid thigh. His hardon sprang up and he marvelled at how out of place it looked surrounded by all that lingerie. Closing his eyes he moaned as he started gently stroking his dick with one hand and kneading a breast with the other. Linda had been at the door way for several minutes, rather shocked by the swish's extensive foreplay. She decided that she would just feign surprise by knocking and walking in on the sissy. Larry's hands quickened and his back slowly arched. Suddenly, his hips started to buck and then he shot his semen in a high arc over his shoulder. Rapping firmly Linda pushed the door wide open and happily announced "I'm home Larry"! There he was, bucking and romping. "Why Larry! What have we here"?, she asked with mock surprise. The sissy boy wanted to die. His mouth was dry and his hands petrified around a shrinking cock and right breast. Stunned, he tried to pull the covers over himself. Linda brushed them away and pulled him up by his arm from the bed. The skirt dropped, concealing the sissy's immodesty. "My, My,My. How long has this been going on"?, she smirked, "It looks like I have another daughter". "Larry cast his head down, and mutely tried to mumble an apology, through quickly welling tears of shame and embarrassment, "I-I'm s-s-sorry mom, I won't do it again", he blurted, "I-It was jjust for fun". Linda snapped, "Larry, what you were doing wasn't for fun. What's the meaning of skirt and nylons, young man"! She grabbed him by the ear and felt the earclip, "Why Larry! Look up at me"! He blinked through tears, trying to avoid her stare as she examined the mascara and eyeshadow run down his blushed and blushing cheeks. "Your sister didn't have permission to wear make up or nylons until she was fifteen! Clean up your face in the washroom and come downstairs immediately", she commanded, as she spun and slammed the door, hoping that she'd frightened him. Shocked, he peeled out of the clothes, dumping them on the floor, and snuck into the washroom to wash the make up off his face. He came downstairs, in tee shirt and shorts. "Larry!, Who gave you permission to change"?, Linda snapped, "Get back into those panties, bra and clothes and get back down here! You have five minutes, young man"! "But Mom, those aren't my clothes", he pleaded, holding back tears. "Well, they might as well be", Linda snapped back, "Get going"! Shaking and crying, he redressed, remembering the jewellery, and came down the stairs, "Please mom. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I won't do it again. I was just. . ." "Larry! Not another word!. Sit down"!, Linda interrupted, and noticed how naturally he smoothed his skirt before sitting. "You're not a boy. You're a swishy little sissy! The words burned and he cringed, shaking his head in denial. "I've been noticing for some time, young man, that every chance you get, you're jumping into a dress and heels. And where did you get that lingerie? His head snapped, and he stared at her in shock, "How did she find it"? "Are you surprised"?, she sneered, "I saw you prance about the house a month ago in that sheer black strapless bra, and matching panties and hose. And I saw your little performance upstairs before too, wearing that pink shirtdress and sandals. Stand up, little fairy, I want a good look at you"! Larry was crying, his thoughts in a jumble. "I suspected that you'd pick through the Amvets box. You're hiding that chiffon prom dress of Jane's somewhere, aren't you? I know you were wearing it when the messenger came to the house in June, do you remember that? You are a sissy, aren't you? You like dresses, nylons, make up and heels more than anything, don't you? You'd want your hair curled and nails painted all the time, if you could, wouldn't you? You probably want boys to kiss you and hold your hand, don't you? Larry cried and trembled.

With every question he shook his head violently in denial. "Just look at you", standing there in a pleated skirt and your sister's shoes. You even act like a girl! If you were a real boy, you'd never come down here dressed like that, no matter what I said. You probably put those panties back on too, didn't you? What boy would do that"? Larry tried to defend himself through his tears, "But mom, you said. . ."! "Never mind what I said"!, Linda snapped, "You want nylons and panties don't you? You'd love to go shopping for a party dress and make up. You liked wearing Jane's gown, didn't you? I'll bet you wish you had your own pretty little bras, too. Imagine, a boy prancing about in a little lace training bra. Now, get up stairs and out of those clothes. I've run a bath for you. Get in it. When you're finished and dried, call me. Larry dutifully went into Linda's feminine bathroom, stripped and got in, cringing at the strong perfumed bubbles in the tub. While he soaked, Jane laid out his new clothes on her bed. "Larry! Put a towel around your waist and get in here"!, she ordered.

He came into her bedroom and tried to bolt for the door when he saw what was laid out for him. Linda caught him by the arm causing the towel to fall away. Humiliated, he stood frozen, naked in front of his mother. "Don't worry dear, just us girls here. No one would think anything else, looking at you", she laughed. Sitting down in a chair she said, Now Larry, get going, I want to see my little swish dress in his little girl pretties. First the panties, pet". Larry looked at the bed and started to cry. "Now stop that, sissy, or I'll send you to the store for milk and bread dressed that way", she ordered. That fear struck him, and he sniffled as he picked up the pink panties trimmed with ruffled lace at the legs and waist. He quickly slipped the garment to his waist, grateful for the modesty it afforded him. "Now the training bra, dear", Linda smirked. It matches the panties. I bought that just for you, at Fields. Do you like it"?, she giggled, "Don't worry pet, I know you do. You'll get plenty of your own from now on". The humiliated boy tried to pretend confusion. "Oh love, you know how that works. Slip your arms through the straps. That it"!, Linda squealed. The soft elastic garment pulled in and jutted the boy's small orbs. "Very pretty! A perfect fit. I knew a 34AA would be perfect on you. Now your nylons, dear. They're not what big girls wear, but black is really too naughty for a eighteen-year old sissy", she said as he lifted the white sheer pantyhose. "Roll them up those pretty legs of yours", Linda urged, and Larry obeyed. Linda helped him step into a below the knee crinoline that billowed out. "Look in the mirror pet, see how pretty you are", Linda urged. Shamefully, he looked at the mirror and all the lingerie he was dressed in. the light from the window outlined his thighs through the fluffy slip and he reddened. Linda removed a full skirted water-colored silk party dress from a padded hanger and Larry almost cried in shame as he stepped into it while Linda held it open. The bodice was gently fitted and ended with a jewel neckline and short puffed sleeves. Linda nearly squealed and clapped her hands after she'd buttoned the large back buttons of the bodice. There was a sash of matching pink that she tied in a large bow, and she couldn't resist saying, "You look like a pretty Dorothy from Kansas"!, to the shamed whimpering boy, before correcting, "Er, I should say, Lori. Yes, Lori. That's pretty. And close to your old name". The embarrassed fairy boy hung his head. Glances to the mirror revealed the bra's outline and pretty shimmering white legs peeking from the billowing below the knee hem. "Now Lori, your very own heels", Linda laughed as she held out matching pastel satin pumps on a two inch heel. The shamed boy obediently slipped his feet into them and nearly tottered, unable to see his feet for all the skirt.

After light touches of lip gloss and mascara, Linda tied a pink ribbon into a bow on the sissy boy's longish hair and said, "Okay, Lori, Let's go down stairs, Jane will be home soon and I can't wait to have her see her new little sister". "Bu-but mom! Jane will laugh me to death. I'm a boy mom", he plead, "please mom, don't let her see me this way". Linda laughed, "Would you rather she see you in a little robe and your lingerie? Come my swishy pet", she laughed, "this is your debut". Larry shook as he descended the steps, and hearing the rustle of the crinoline and swish of nyloned thighs rubbing together, he glowed with reddened shame. "Lori, stop whimpering, you like dresses and you're very pretty. And now that we all know it, Jane and I will make a frilly little heartbreaker out of you". The panty waist couldn't imagine what his mother was already planning. "Come pet, I want to put a little apron on you", Linda grinned, as she held out the ruffled white apron. "Mother's little helper shouldn't get her dress dirty. I just know you'll want to wear it again", she laughed, "I wish I could just show you off right now"! "Oh please mom, please let's stop", the swish simpered. "Oh, Lori. Those pretty legs of yours were made for dresses and nylons. I wish I'd only noticed before", Linda taunted, "Now sissy, come help me set the table". There was no hope, so the sissy obeyed and started setting out the china. Linda delighted in the posture and small steps that the heels and full skirts gave Larry as he arranged the table. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Larry froze, staring at his mother who twinkled, "Lori pet, see who's at the door".

The sissy tried to stammer but Linda put her finger to her lips and then said, "hush, sweet. Go answer the door". Larry trembled as his heels clicked to the door. It couldn't have been worse. That muscled bully, Tony, from across the street, was also the neighbourhood paper boy and he'd come to collect the subscription payment for the month. Tony was just as stunned. He knew Mrs. Wand, her daughter Jane and that little wimp son, Larry. For a moment he thought he was at the wrong house. His eyes greedily drank in the pretty pastel dressed bon-bon in heels, and he stammered, "Hi, paper collection". Something vaguely familiar. But what? Probably a cousin. A very pretty cousin. Tony frequently jerked off his hard throbbing cock in his bedroom, dreaming that Jane Wand was slowly stripping off her clothes for him before encircling his veined rigid boner with her red lips. He'd dated her a few times and they were fairly good friends. But the closest he'd ever gotten to that smooth skin was holding her hand or a light kiss. Tony guessed that the pretty dark haired tease was about their age. Larry was dizzy with fear and grateful for the support of the door. Linda was surprised as well. She'd expected Jane. Thinking quickly, she said, "I'll be right with you, Tony". She strode to the door to pay and tip the neighbour's boy and smiled knowingly at the young stud's appreciation of the fey, delicate creature at the door. "Thank you Tony", she said as she shut the door. Larry was relieved. He'd passed. He hoped. Linda smiled, catching the deep breath Larry took after the door was shut. "Don't worry pet. Tony's interested in Jane. What would he want with a darling little sissy-boy? You're not disappointed, are you"?, She giggled reproachfully. Larry reddened. He was shamed. As much by her words as by Tony's hungry stare. He wanted to cry. The strain of the heels on his calves, and his mother's stinging words were the last straw. He plunked down on a chair and started to sob. "There there, dear. Don't cry or you'll run your make up", she said, sitting next to him and taking him in her arms. Lori buried his head against his mother's breast. He hated her for the humiliation, but needed comforting at the same time. Linda held him, until he calmed. Among his many mixed feelings, Larry noticed that as he trembled, the stretchy lace bra caused his breasts to shake, and he was getting hard. The unlocking door snapped him from his feelings, as in strode Jane, dressed in a mini sweater dress. Jane stopped dead in her tracks. After the confusion of her mother comforting some pretty, but overdressed young girl passed, recognition and shock made her speechless. "Mother? Is that what I think it is", Jane asked tentatively. Trapped, Larry sat still as Jane took in his appearance. "Oh mother! What's going on"? She didn't know how to address the high heeled princess with her legs crossed at the ankles. It was her brother, was at least obvious to her. "What happened to Larry, Mom"?, Jane squealed almost delightedly. "Why Jane, let me introduce to Lori. Lauren, but to friends and her family, Lori is fine. Don't you think so, Lori", she encouraged. Larry sat mutely. "Oh mom! He's wearing nylons"! "Dear, it's your sister Lori in nylons", she laughed, and she's wearing a lacy training bra and matching panties". "Mom!", Jane squealed, "What a pretty little doll. And mascara and lip gloss too"! "Of course, Jane. Doesn't every sissy want to be a pretty girl? "Lori, pet. Stand up so that your sister Jane can see your new dress" she laughingly ordered the humiliated fairy, "and turn around dear". "But mom, when did he, er should I say Lori, ever buy those things"?, asked Jane. "They're my little coming out present", Linda answered. "Don't you just love those heels"?

The shamed fairy obeyed. They were talking to each other as if he wasn't in the room with them. "Lori, please walk to the kitchen and back" Linda ordered. "Mom! Lori was born for heels"!, Jane laughed, "are we going to keep her this way"? Larry shot a fearful glance at both of them. Linda laughed, "Oh no Jane, at least not for now. Pretty dresses are only for special occasions. What would the neighbors say? And that Tony boy, from across the street might want to make her a conquest. As long as Lori behaves, she'll be our own little secret, part time pansy boy". Larry couldn't take the embarrassment any longer and tried to muster whatever macho he could, "I'm not a sissy, or a fairy, or swishy panty waist!. I'm Larry"!, he nearly shouted, stamping his foot. Jane and Linda nearly doubled with laughter. In the high heels, Larry's tantrum perfectly mimicked a girl's. "Well, if you're "Larry" and not "Lori", why don't we just take you over to the neighbours, dressed as you are, and you can tell them", Jane laughed, "and you can lift your dress to show them your crinoline and panties. Mom! Why don't we take him over to Tony's house. Tony loves to bully Larry. Maybe, he'll be kinder to Lori", she sneered. Seeing the young sissy's fear Linda said, "Not as long as Lori's obedient, Jane. For now I'm afraid, Lori's just a stay at home baby doll. You will be obedient, won't you pet"?, she winked at the red-faced pansy. "Now, before dinner, I want you girls to go upstairs. Jane, help Lori touch up her make up before we eat. And help her remove the apron. Lori helped me set the table. If she's good, we might give her a permanent after dinner", Linda laughed. "M-mom, p-pplease", the defeated sissy whispered, "not that too". Jane grabbed him by the arm, "c'mon sissy, I can't wait to see you in some of my minis and heels. Mom, Lori looks my size"! "You're right Jane. Lori's a perfect coed", Linda added, humiliating the pantied lad further.

At dinner, a shamed, red-faced Larry listened as mom recounted all the details of his transformation that summer. Thankfully, omitting his jerking off. After dinner, under a threat of going for a ride in his dress, a humiliated Larry Wand went to his private places to bring down and show them his accumulated wardrobe. He was particularly shamed as they held and examined the "teddy hose" set, and made him tell them how he'd accumulated the collection. Jane begged Linda to allow her to see Lori in his new lingerie and through teary eyes they helped him out of his dress to stand before them in bra, panties, sheer crinoline, and heels and hose. Jane shamed him further by removing his bra to the ladies giggles before dressing him in the strapless prom dress that had been the first object of the sissy's desire. Linda touched up the wrinkled shirtdress for him to wear for the rest of the evening and both she and Linda approvingly noted that Larry put his bra back on with out being told to. "Of course dear, we can't let you go to school this way, you understand", Linda smiled at the devastated boy sitting on the sofa with his shimmering nyloned knees peeking from the shirt dress. "Mom"!, he whined, "I'll do anything you say. Just please don't let anyone know or see me this way", he begged, nearly crying, "I don't want to wear dresses. Pleasee mom". "Now dear, it's obvious. You love dresses. You might think you don't but it's clear to Jane and I that you're too pretty not to have in skirts and heels. I've seen you. There's a little girl crying out for nylons and make up, and tights and ballet tutus, pretty sandals and painted toe nails. You'd rather be a cheer leader that the quarterback, Lori", she said rather sharply. "I'll bet you'd rather have a cashmere sweater and pearls over a football jersey any day. If you could, you'd probably wear lacy bikini panties everywhere. I'd bet that you stand in the mirror, pouting and squeezing a little girlish cleavage every chance you get. You'd just love to tease boys in a mini and heels". The shamed boy kept his head down as Linda kept on and Jane sat smirking at her lipsticked brother's heaving breasts confined to the bra. "You know you love it. Just as we know you do. You probably dream about big tough football players holding you in their arms and kissing you. We'll help you too. Who knows, maybe someday you'll make a pretty little prom princess. They'd never let a sissy boy become queen", Linda added, sarcastically. "Now, for the present, you'll use the spare bedroom closet for your frillies, pet. When you're not in a dress, you'll be Larry. Otherwise, you'll answer to Jane and me as Lauren or Lori, is that understood? You'll dress the way you're told by us. As long as you obey, you won't have to worry about being revealed. But I'm satisfied enough at your prettiness that I wouldn't hesitate for a second to send you to school in skirt and heels. Is that clear to you"?, Linda ordered. "Larry was numbed, and nodded meekly at her words. "Good, now go undress and do your homework. I've laid out a surprise for you on your bed. You're to wear it this evening and afterwards only when you're given permission.

Larry went to undress and put away his frillies in the spare room. When he entered his bedroom, he cried with shame. On the bed were a baby blue silk camisole with spaghetti straps, matching side slit tap pants and low heeled open toed mules. The young swish breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the knee length turquoise silk, Japanese robe. He shivered from the cool slipperiness of the loose cami and tap panties and prayed that they wouldn't see him with his stiff cock straining the delicate shorts. He could barely pay attention to his schoolwork as the feminine garments teased his nipples and small cock. Later, he went to bed and dreamt that Linda and Jane had told everyone he was a sissy and dressed him in a ball gown for everyone to see. In his dream he was panic stricken and jostled by a large crowd of teens. The boys snapped his bra strap and tried to squeeze his padded breasts as the girls giggled and whooped at glances of his lingerie and nyloned legs when his dress was lifted. He was trying to shout that it's not his fault. They made him do it. He wasn't dressed this way because he liked it. He'd had no choice.

The next morning he slipped out of the wispy garments and showered. Electrified with anxiety, he went down stairs wondering what mom and Jane had in mind. They greeted him with broad grins and winked at each other but didn't say a word about the past evening. A grateful Larry slipped out of the kitchen and left for school. He spent the entire day occupied with suspicion that somehow the entire school knew about him.

When he arrived home mom and Jane were waiting. "Hurry up Larry. Scoot upstairs and change", Linda ordered. Without thinking, Larry bounded up the stairs to his room, and froze at the sight on his bed, "Mom!", he cried. Linda and Jane were a few steps behind him and entered. "Wha-what's this for?", the shaking youth asked pointing at his bed. "Why Lori, for your dance class", Jane giggled. Laid out on the bed were a pair of shimmery black tights and long-sleeved leotard. Next to them were several pairs of ballet slippers and a dancer's hobo bag. "Now dear, Jane picked out several pretty sets for you. If you'd rather wear pink..." Hurry up dear, its a twenty-minute ride to the studio", Linda said as she pulled his shirttail from his pants. "You don't want to make us dress you, do you?" The humiliated, red-eyed boy went to the washroom and Jane handed him a pair of stretchy sheer skintone panties, "to keep your tights clean", she laughed. Larry slipped into the panties and tights and came out of the washroom holding the leotard with a confused look on his face. "Aw mom, Lori's hoping for a bra", Jane giggled. "Larry shot her an angry look, "N-no, I just wanted to know how to put this on", becoming angry with himself for not realizing that the garment stretched. "Jane, you're so right", Linda said, "Larry, we bought you some pretty little girl training bras. In your top drawer. Pick out one with smooth cups". He shook, as they watched him remove a packaged bra with a smiling girl's picture on the package. Jane and Linda fussed, adjusting the straps. They held the leotard open and he stepped in. The ladies then brushed his hair back into a short ponytail that they decorated with a ribbon bow and then gave him a touch of mascara, taupe shadow and clear pink lip gloss. Larry was grateful for the jeans they handed him next but reddened at the red calf flats he was to wear as well as the oversized camp shirt. Linda said, "Lori, twice weekly you'll have a 45 minute ballet class and then 45 minutes of ballroom dancing". Jane was holding up a sheer pink wrap skirt. "The studio requires you to wear a ballerina skirt for the ballroom session. Show Lori how to wear it Jane", Linda smiled, as Jane wrapped the skirt around Larry and showed him how to slip the ends through and tie the garment. "If you want to dress like a girl, you'll learn how to move like a poised girl", she said. "Did you pack Lori's dance shoes, Jane?" Jane's eyes twinkled as she pulled the new low heeled pink satin pumps from Lori's hobo bag, for mom to see. "You look like the pretty young lady that you want to be", Linda reminded as they entered the studio. Lori shook. He wanted to bolt and run and Jane sensed it, taking him by the hand. Miss Cherine's Studio was brightly lit and the lithe young instructor led Lori to a dressing room to remove and put away his street clothes. Larry trembled as he entered the large studio filled with several groups of girls with different instructors. It was very cool in tights and leotard, and Larry felt naked. He was in a beginners group of eight girls his age who would learn movement and poise primarily. At eighteen to nineteen years old, they were too old for the demands of extensive ballet. Some of the girls were awkward and two were fairly chubby. Larry oddly felt comforted that he wouldn't stand out among them, although an advanced group in ribboned point shoes and billowy knee length tutus looked at his group derisively.

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CHAPTER FOUR

The shock came as the class was ending and Larry noticed that small groups of boys started entering the studio. He suddenly realized that the boys were there to be partnered with the girls who took the ballroom class. "Okay young beauties", Miss Cherine announced, "you've got ten minutes to change for ballroom dancing. Don't spend too much time powdering your noses for the young gentlemen". The girls giggled and tripped lightly to the dressing room. Larry cringed and crept off behind them. He was rather embarrassed at the sheer pink skirt and matching satin dance pumps that awaited him until he saw the other girls dressing. He was amazed. The girls primped as if for a date in all variety of pretty coloured sheer skirts. Larry walked out at the last minute and reddened as the girls were greeted by smiling boys standing in groups whispering and leering at the scantily clad girls. He could imagine what they were saying. He'd often been with groups of snickering boys that leered at the girl's dance class in school. Larry tried to turn away from their smiles and stares only to see another group looking at him and the group of girls. He reddened when he noticed a boy his height who smiled and winked at him. A pretty blond girl, Val, next to him poked his ribs, "That hunk Jeff, likes you Lori. Isn't he a doll"?, she squealed. Larry flustered and stuttered a weak yes. Val's observation excited him. He heard his heart flutter and his shimmery knees grew numb and weak. Larry was shaking from his ready acceptance for what he appeared to be rather than for the innuendo of her words. He felt relieved but very confused. The feel of the clingy tights and leotard excited him as did the mild strain on his claves from the low heeled pumps. For just a second he panicked at the small jutting breasts formed by his training bra and almost moved his hands to hide them. Although it somehow was wrong he sensed, he was glad that he'd put on more lip gloss to kill time in the dressing room. Larry wished he'd had pockets to put his hands into. If he crossed them they pushed out his rounded breasts and he quickly put them behind his back, but then the outline of his bra straps was emphasized. Looking at the other girls he realized that they bent their arms at the elbow and let their wrists drop, which seemed to keep from calling attention to their chests that they were all very sensitive about. Cherine clapped her hands. "Alright ladies and gentlemen. Line up according to height at opposite walls. We have a new student today, Lori Wand. Lori, please take a step forward and curtsey to the gentlemen." Larry was paralyzed. He'd seen girls curtsey before, but had never done it himself. He reddened in shame. "Lori. Come now step forward", said Miss Cherine. Trembling, the pretty swish slid his right foot forward and stepped out. Forgetting, he almost bowed, bringing giggles from the girls. "That's okay Lori. Young ladies! We all need to practice a curtsey. Lori, arms at your sides. Take your skirt in your fingers lightly. Slowly put your right foot forward a small step. Point your toes and dip lifting your skirt from your body. Larry curtsied. "Thank you, Lori", Cherine smiled. Now ladies, everyone! Step! Toes ladies!. Dip! That's fine. An instructor turned on a waltz. "Gentlemen, walk across the room. Bow. Introduce yourself. Ladies, curtsey. Introduce yourselves. Take the first position", Cherine directed. Lori trembled as the boys approached in a straight line, and bowed. He shook as the boy smiled at him and said "my name's Pete". Larry was relieved it wasn't Jeff. He felt that he would have fainted. He felt himself stiffen and was grateful for the diaphanous skirt. As Pete took his right hand and put his left arm around the sissy's waist, Larry twitched from the warmth that quickly passed through the thin leotard. Pete was enchanted by the pretty creature. He smiled broadly as he led the willowy panty waist around the floor. Lori's face reddened with shame as the young boy stared at his budding chest and wet pink lips. Lori felt naked, vulnerable and compliant. He'd felt the same way at home. Mincing in his new heels to the graceful music, he relaxed as the self assured boy led him. As the next tune started playing, he was suddenly startled. He'd moved closer to Pete who insinuated his leg against his slick, slippery legs and held his waist higher, brushing his fingers against the sissy's bra strap from time to time. Lori almost recoiled as a tango started and Pete rubbed against his skirted hips, with an unmistakable hardon sliding across his girlish belly. Lori felt a hot flash and perspired from the boy's touch. His cheeks burned with shame that made him look all the more pretty to the young man. Larry was relieved when the class ended. In the dressing room he turned his back as he slipped off the skirt, fearing that his tool might be revealed. Val approached the sissy and giggled, "That Pete loves to get in close and tight. Isn't he dreamy"? Shamed for the hundredth time that day, Lori mumbled a weak "yes" and slipped on his jeans. Thank god mom was waiting for him in the studio when he walked out of the girl's dressing room. She was talking to Cherine and they both smiled as he approached. His heart pounded and he looked at his mother for reassurance that she hadn't just told Cherine that pretty Lori was really sissy Larry. From their looks it appeared it was still a secret. "Lori!, Cherine said. "you have a pretty daughter, Linda. Young master Stearn was enchanted with her", she twinkled. Larry wanted to melt into the floor with shame when his mother smiled at him. His cheeks were as red as the pretty little flats on his feet. Linda detected the faintest spark of excitement in the eyes of her lipsticked and leotarded little swish and smiled in satisfaction. The ride home was quiet but Linda gushed to Jane over dinner at Lori's dancing class debut, and what a little tart Lori had been, according to Cherine. "Oh mom! Why don't we dress Lori in my yellow mini for dance class! The boys will just absolutely die", smirked Jane. "Larry shot her a look of fear and hate, waiting for his mother's answer. Linda looked at him smiling, and his blood ran cold. How could he possibly leave the house in a yellow mini? Walking quickly to the car in red flats and the hobo bag was bad enough. From a distance only the shoes seemed incongruous and he hoped that the neighbours didn't give him a second look. But a mini dress! "We'll see, Jane", Linda smiled, enjoying Lori's squirming. "Yellow's not his best color. And he'd need his own pair of matching heels". Fortunately, the mini wasn't forthcoming. After a few weeks, the sissified boy fell into the routine and secretly started looking forward to it. He put up a big show on dance class days and thrilled at being ordered to dress up for class. The attention he got from the boys was thrilling although he was still horrified at the presence of his mother or Jane while he swooned in the arms of a dancing partner. Larry had never been treated with such deference, and though still inexperienced, he listened in as the girls talked fashions and gossiped about boys. He reddened whenever they tried to include him in conversation. Fortunately the girls took it for shyness.

It was mid-October when Jane casually asked mom over dinner about the upcoming Halloween party at a friends house. Larry was lost in his own thoughts when mom asked, "And what would our little princess like to go dressed as to the party?" His knife slipped as his cheeks crimsoned. Jane squealed, "I've got so many ideas for Lori", to Linda's smiling approval. "He could wear that pretty prom dress, mom! The boys will just die!" What about dressing Lori as a can-can girl?", mom added. She referred to him more and more in the feminine, even when he was dressed in his boy clothes. "That short flouncy red skirt will show off his pretty legs. Especially with fishnet stockings, don't you think?, she grinned, adding, "though I bet Lori would like sheer black, seamed hose, wouldn't you pet?" Larry sat mutely, with glistening eyes, embarrassed at being their little dress-up doll. "Mom, he'd look dreamy in the black velvet tube top"! "What do you think, Lori? Maybe you'd rather be a bit more modest? Jane, what about that tan silk suit of yours? I could make that skirt shorter and lengthen the slits to mid thigh". With sheer hose, lizard slings, a silk blouse and some pretty new lace lingerie, Lori could be quite a little ingénue." Larry sat blushing, fighting back tears. He hated the idea. He liked the idea. He wondered how that hunky Scott Bradon in dance class would like him. He wondered how any of the boys would feel if they knew that under all that silk and lace was another boy. "I don't know mom, he's so sweet with a little make-up. I think Lori's an old fashioned girl. We could dress him up like Scarlet. It's for Halloween, after all. Rita has a pretty moire off the shoulder gown that I could borrow. We don't want anyone to wonder about pretty Lori. We should still keep him our little secret." Larry hated his sister's words that stabbed him like knives. He vaguely understood what Scarlett O'Hara looked like. "Well Jane, I don't know. I'll bet that dress is pretty expensive. Maybe we should keep it simple. One of the girls at the office is a nurse. She's about Lori's size. Lori could look rather cute in a nurse's uniform, don't you think? It's only a party Lori. Lots of boys wear dresses for Halloween", Linda tried to assure the trembling youth. Jane, why don't you Ask Rita for that gown? We have two weeks. Lori can try on several outfits and make her own choice."

The next evening, after dinner, Jane announced that she'd brought home the gown. "C'mon princess, lets get you dressed", Linda said to the sissy. "I ran a bubble bath for Lori, mom", giggled Jane. "Well, by all means let's do this right." A tearful Larry was led to the bath. "Larry, ah, I mean Lori, should really shave her legs mom. She'll feel more girlish that way", squealed Jane. Larry's shapely legs were lathered and stripped of their pale fuzz. After soaking, the women helped him from the tub, treating him like another girl and making no comments about his naked manhood. Linda had stopped off from work and bought several new items of underclothing for the panty waist. Larry shook with shame as the giggling ladies held up a lightly boned, sheer lace bustier to his naked form. His hands shook as they made him unhook the row of back hooks. He held it in place as Jane hooked the back and Linda watched approvingly. The underwired A-cups pushed his effeminate chest into a pretty cleavage and almost filled out the low-cut cups. He stood on a foot stool as Linda and Jane circled and admired the way it accentuated his waist. The dangling garter straps brushed his oiled, shaved thighs giving him Goosebumps. When they finally handed him panties he almost snatched them, to hide his small member and restore some dignity. Larry wondered. Dignity? Sheer white stretch lace briefs with lace ruffles at the legs and waist?

Linda handed him a thin square box. Inside, covered in tissue, he withdrew a pair of ultrasheer white sandalfoot hose. He sat on the edge of the bed as mom and Jane laughed and watched him pool the stocking; arch his foot, and slowly work the stocking up his baby soft leg. He stood and attached the garter tabs and then did the next stocking. Jane handed him a pair of white, mid heeled peau de soie pumps. The young boy slipped them on and tottered on the carpeting as they made him turn slowly in his heels, to admire the shapely curve of his girlish legs. The women held open a layered while crinoline and almost fell to the floor laughing at Larry carefully arch his slippered foot to step into the garment. They nearly forgot the decorative garters, and made him hold up his slip as they slid the pink satin-bowed frou frou up his silken legs. "If he goes to the party as Scarlet mom, we'll have to let some boy take off his garters", Jane laughed uncontrollably. Finally, the ivory moire gown was slipped over his head and into place. Larry slipped his arms through the puffed, off shoulder sleeves and Linda fastened the long back row of tiny pearl buttons. The ruffled princess neckline made his small orbs look bigger and tickled his lightly powdered chest. As Jane applied a deep coral lipstick to the young sissy, Linda fastened a black velvet cord with a dangling cameo around his neck. The brooch slipped down and called attention to his gently heaving cleavage. His longish hair was curled with an electric iron as Jane blushed his high cheeks and mascaraed his long lashes. Jane added the wide brimmed straw hat and the ladies helped him hold the skirt as they led him down to the living room.

When mom returned with the camera, Larry was ready to burst into tears. They made him strike a side pose for the camera and they sat him on a chair. With legs crossed at the ankles they threatened to send pictures to school if he didn't smile into the camera. He was forced to smile coyly with his head cocked and then to lift the skirt to mid calf as if he were caught adjusting his stocking. The women squealed with delight, and then the doorbell rang. Larry flinched and leapt up from the chair. It was too late, Jane had opened the door and in strode Tony. "Well hello Tony, Linda smiled. We're trying on a Halloween costume on Larry. Isn't it pretty?" Tony was stunned. He gaped at the nervous boy bursting with a girlish cleavage and sheer stockinged ankles shod in pumps, twinkling from the ruffled hem of the antebellum dress. Larry's shame hid any evidence of cheek blusher. He felt the older boy's eyes boring right through the dress. Larry was sure Tony could see the girlish bustier, garters and ruffled lace panties and wished he were dead. When the surprise wore off, Tony laughed, "Really pretty Mrs. Wand", Jane's got a pretty little sister. Does she dance the minuet?" Linda and Jane laughed as a humiliated Larry stood with his eyes downcast. The pantied boy was having a strong effect on Tony. Linda noticed his stare, and was pleased with his reaction. Unknown to her, Tony had a growing bulge in his pants. He'd never been particularly friendly to Larry, and startled himself with his reaction to him in a dress.

"How about a coke?", Linda said, encouraging Tony to stay. While Jane went to the kitchen for drinks, Linda started unbuttoning Larry's dress. "Mom!", the horrified little swish begged, "don't make me take this off in front of Tony!" But Linda was happy for the opportunity to see the panty boy ogled. "Now Lori, you're a boy and so is Tony. You can stay in the pretty undies. Tony won't mind. Will you Tony?" she smiled. Tony blushed, but shook his head "no". He'd never seen anybody dressed in lingerie, and it was easy to imagine Larry as a wispy young lass. Larry was stunned by the logic, but shamefully reddened as the dress fell, exposing the strapless bustier and gartered stockings and lace panty flashing through the sheer crinoline. Tony's eyes couldn't get enough of the feminized boy and he was quite shocked to see the ribboned garters with silky white stockings and small swelling breasts in the nearly sheer lace cups. His jeans were starting to strain and he quickly took a seat. Linda made the sissified boy step out of the slip and laughed at Tony's double take at Lori's sleek shapely legs perched in the pumps. "Jane borrowed this for Larry, isn't he pretty, Tony?", Linda grinned. Tony was getting uncomfortable and mumbled an ambiguous response. The sissy was pretty, but how could he admit that he thought another boy was pretty? "Jane and I haven't yet decided what Larry will wear to the Halloween party, but we're really happy with the way he looks in a dress. We still thought we'd like to see Larry try on a can-can outfit. Or maybe a nurse's or stewardess' uniform." Tony's curiosity was piqued. His rod throbbed involuntarily as he imagined the panty boy in a body-hugging stewardess suit and shiny heels. As embarrassed as Larry was, he was getting his own secret thrill from the admiring stares and positive reinforcement of Mom's words. Linda wisely sensed that both young boys' passions were starting to run hot and casually slipped a silken knee length robe to Larry. He took it gratefully and slipped it on tying the waist sash.

Linda remembered that Tony had come for the weekly paper collection and handed him the money. "Lori. We're calling him that when he's dressed", she added, shaming the young swish, "why don't you show Tony to the door?" The numbed young boy regretted tying the robe tightly, it accentuated his pantied butt, as the heels forced him to sway his hips as he led Tony out. Both boys were embarrassed at the restrained giggles of Jane and Linda.

The girls saw Larry's relief after the door was closed. "Now Lori. You really liked that, didn't you", Linda teased, "You are a little girl. I could see how proud you acted to show off your pretty undies. And the way you swished to the door. Really!", she laughed, "That's enough for tonight. Undress and put your new pretties away. Oh, by the way, Jane and I thought that you might like these", she leered as Jane handed the trembling, sniffling sissy a shoe box. "You're to wear those at home, Lori", Jane giggled, as the swish removed the tissue covering a pair of high heeled, open toed sandals in bright red. "They'll look especially pretty with your toenails painted. Don't you think, mom?", giggled Jane. Well, that did it for Larry. How would he ever face Tony after this evening? What would happen once Larry told his friends? Little did he know that Tony was awe struck. The paper boy slaked his hard-on under the covers that night fantasizing about Lori in heels and hose with wet red lips, completely forgetting about his old object of desire, Jane.

The next several days at school went by uneventfully. Larry noticed that when he saw Tony that the older boy very subtly had started acting more deferentially.

Saturday morning Larry awoke to his mother's drawing open his bedroom shades. "Good morning, Lori! We have a big day planned for you", Linda smiled rather secretively. "Only ten days to the Halloween party and our little princess has nothing to wear!", Linda laughed. Larry turned over feigning illness. Linda noticed the swish's reluctance and jerked the covers from him. "C'mon pet. You'll love the pretties that we're going to shop for". She held up a pair sheer pink stretch panties for Larry to see and he averted his eyes. "Now love, you can't wear bikinis today, they'll give you a panty line under Jane's pegged trousers". Larry's gaped when he saw the outfit mom had laid out on his dresser. Pegged, gray slacks, black cotton camp shirt and Jane's maroon Cole Haan loafers. There was also a matching pink soft cup John Kloss bra.

Panicking, he leapt to his feet to dash for the washroom. Maybe he could lock himself in. He irrationally thought. Linda had him by an ear before he could take two steps. "Now now, love. We could put a pretty dress on you for this expedition". Obediently, the shamefaced boy stripped and slipped on the panties, bra, opaque black knee hi's and the blouse and pants. Looking in the mirror he saw a boy in rather fashionable, rather effeminate outfit. The loose opaque blouse concealed the bra straps, though the slight shape to the front hinted at small round girlish orbs. Linda brushed his hair and deftly combed a small bang. "Why mother!", Jane squealed, "that black looks really pretty on Lori. Could I give her a touch of make up?", she eagerly volunteered. Lori's lashes were mascaraed lightly. His eyelids were just touched with a hint of taupe shadow and the ladies ordered him to apply his own coral lip gloss. When he saw his reflection in his full-length mirror from across the room he noticed a rather effeminate boy. Glancing to the dresser mirror, a girl, and he appreciated his ephemeral changing appearance.

"He loves it mom!, cried Jane, making the sissy boy blush. "Okay girls, now downstairs for breakfast. We've got some shopping to do. Larry walked down behind them and realized it would take a conscious effort to keep down an erection. The pants slipped over the smooth slick panties and the movement of the blouse against the sheer fabric bra made his nipples harden. At the table there was a thin gold neck chain that mom put on him and a single thin gold bracelet for his right hand. "Mom! Could we take Larry, er Lori for a manicure?, Jane offered, her eyes twinkling at her brother. "Not so fast Jane. What would Lori say at school on Monday?", she replied. The youth shot them both a hot fearful glance and was barely mollified by Linda's words. What was happening to him, he wondered.

The pantied sissy was relieved that they would leave through the garage. All he needed was a neighbour to get a good look at him in his girlish outfit. Mom tapped the garage door opener and when it reached the top of its height Jane and her demure "sister stepped out on the driveway. "Hi Jane, er Larry?", Tony's words hesitated and his heart pounded as he realized that he wasn't sure what he should call the little pansy. Larry wanted to melt into the driveway asphalt from embarrassment. How could he hide the fact that he was wearing nylons and ankle cropped pants? He hoped that maybe he could lick off the lip gloss, but realized that Tony was probably already wondering about the color of his panties. They felt slick and pretty and Larry thought that if the circumstances were different he might enjoy flashing them at a stranger. Tony's thick dick went hard as he realized that Larry was clearly more "Lori" this morning. As he ogled the slim young sissy he noticed the jewellery and the bright sun exposed the eyeshadow and lightly tipped mascara.

`The coral lip gloss sparkled invitingly and Tony imagined that the little puss had on a bra under the blouse he recognized as Jane's. He winked at Jane but resisted the urge to blow the pansy-boy a wet puckered kiss. Tony was starting to hope he could meet the little fairy on his own and was shocked for a moment. But then, dressed as he was, pretty Lori was just a sweet young girl. Lush, nubile and ready to be "plucked". Linda grinned at the stunned newsboy through the car window as Jane and Lori got in, "he's going to be difficult to keep away from my little pet", she mused, imagining the muscular boy urging a tanned muscular rod at her swishy little charm, and remembering fondly, the first time she'd been introduced to hot steely cock at the tender age of eighteen. She resolved that she would do everything possible to fend off the world's "Tonys" from her pretty little wisp until then too.

Glancing in the mirror at Lori, Linda Wand was momentarily calmed by the thought that she now had two pretty daughters. Although the new one would become a pretty debutante slowly, always remembering the small strip of flesh that makes her so special. Today, she mused, the little swish would have to bend over backwards to mimic her and Jane and girls her age to keep from being read, and she giggled involuntarily. Parking the car a good distance from the entrance to the mall, she and the girls strode across the lot. Luckily for Larry, the only difficulty with Jane's loafers was the slipperiness of his nyloned feet. A gentle breeze blew against them and for a brief second he was mortified to see his bra stand out in relief on the thin blouse.

Linda resolved, "no sense going about this slowly. Might as well jump right into deep water", as she steered the group over to Junior dresses at Field's. Larry stood frozen, hoping that they'd somehow forget him. He nearly fainted when he saw Jane hold up a strapless black velvet with tiered ruffled mini, until she held it to herself. Suddenly he was startled from his trance, "Lori! Step over here, dear", said mom, as a saleslady and Jane smiled at him. The black velvet WAS for him. Jane held it to him. "Won't Lori just be the sexiest, Mom?", she grinned. The women smiled in agreement. The saleslady, he imagined, was scrutinizing him, and trying to decide if he was really a pretty young girl or sissy boy. The fear of detection forced him to give his mother a toothy smile and, he hoped, a demure nod of enthusiasm. "Let's go try it on, dear", the apparently satisfied saleslady volunteered. Larry was grateful that his small penis was tucked down. Although hard and erect, it wasn't bulging and mom and Jane ignored it as they helped him wiggle into the curvy dress. Zipped in, the torso hugged and stiffly jutted a velvet cleavage. He could barely feel the ruffled crinolined mini and had to look down to reassure himself that he wasn't just flashing panties at everyone. No wonder girls loved these clothes, he thought, they feel absolutely naked and exposed.

Larry trembled as the women spoke about the dresses fit. "She has the prettiest legs", sparkled the saleslady, "Sheer black hose and pretty heels will drive all the boys wild". All the ladies giggled as Larry blushed.

Larry was numbed with shame as Linda led him on to hosiery, acting out his curiosity about nylons the way he never could on his own. Mom and Jane enlisted another saleslady to help with some more lingerie. His reddened face while being measured for bras just seemed to encourage smiles and soft laughs from the sales help. As they walked through the makeup department Jane encouraged a stop at a counter offering lipstick samples and his ambiguous appearance declared him "woman" with the strong lush red that he walked away with on his lips. Shamefulness and boyish appearance are one thing when surrounded by women but the pretty sissy almost had to be pushed towards a shoe store. It wasn't the shoe store--bad enough because the Wild Pair limits itself to rather sexy provocative styles, but the store employed young MEN as salespersons. Linda and Jane delighted as they watched the trembling sissy led to a chair. The young salesman smiled at Larry and called him "miss", as he fitted him with Jane's selection of leopard print and polka-dotted pumps, spiky open toed slings and delicate sandals. Sissy Lori flinched each time The young salesman's warm hand touched his cool slippery nyloned foot, and the Way he ogled him swish in the pretty heels. Linda coaxed him towards a pair of black satin evening sandals and a pair of mid-heeled taupe calf pumps. Larry swooned with red-faced shame when the salesman cheerfully asked him if he would like some pantyhose. He stammered that he had stockings at home. He really crimsoned when Jane sparkled "why Lori, you really need a few pairs of these pretty ruffled lace anklets for those pink pumps at home". The salesman beamed and winked at the pretty-boy with ruby red lips as he handed him pairs in white and pink. The sissy boy nearly tripped as he rushed from the store making mom and Jane move quickly to catch up. "Larry!" Linda quietly chided, "Young girls don't act so abruptly. If you need reminding, we can take you to Saks and tell the salesladies our little sissy boy needs a dress and let them see you in your panties and bra". Larry's eyes became wet. He feared exposure and compliantly tagged along with Linda and Jane as they bought things for themselves.

After a light lunch and a few more stops, the ladies and their effeminate boy drove home. Larry was relieved, and hoped he could remove Jane's clothes. When Linda suggested that Jane help him curl his hair, he plopped into a chair and started crying. "Why Jane", Linda smirked, "our little panty waist is so happy he's crying!" Larry lashed back, "I'm not happy! I hate being humiliated all day long. I'm ashamed to keep taking off girls clothes in front of you and having strangers stare at the bra I'm wearing. I want to be left alone!", the tearful, shaking pansy nearly shrieked.

"Aw, she wants to be left alone", laughed Linda, "Well, you're not Greta Garbo, little pet, but if you keep acting that way we might just dress you in a pretty gown and invite all your friends over to see you slip it off to your lacy lingerie. Or maybe we'll send you to school on Monday with a pink ribboned pony- tail and that red lipstick you got as a sample. Would you like that?", giggled Jane.

The ladies ordered him to change into his silken camisole and tap pants and while Jane washed and set his hair Linda arranged an outfit for the pretty sissy. The panty-waisted tart trembled as Jane paraded his outfit in front of him and commented on how naturally he crossed his smooth-shaven legs at the ankle while waiting for his curlers to come out.

When Linda ordered him to dress in front of her and Jane his red rimmed eyes welled with tears, as much from dressing in front of them as dressing in the girlish outfit they'd selected.

"Now Lori, as much as you'd like to wear this to dance class, I'm afraid the poor boys would be paralyzed", she laughed, as he slipped off the fluttery tap pants and slipped into the black lace French-cut bikini panties that he recognized as part of the shameful teddy-hose set he'd bought on the sly. "Oh mom! Lori's such a tease!" leered Jane, "I wonder what boy she was thinking of when she bought those naughty panties". The sissified boy snapped his head towards his sister's remark.

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CHAPTER FIVE

"Jane!" retorted Linda, "let's not forget that Lori's a boy. He may look like a girl and swish like a sissy. He may have his own pretty pink-lace bras and shave his legs, but he's still a boy. Aren't you pet? And you don't want to have anything to do with big mean nasty boys dressed in rough jeans and flannel shirts. Do you, love? Give my pretty sissy chiffon and satin any day. Our sissy-boy dreams of becoming the Class Princess, don't you, Loren? Now, don't those panties look adorable, Jane? I know Lori is dying for more, aren't you, pet?" Larry trembled with shame, and avoided acknowledging the truth. Linda accepting his silence as a "yes".

"Now love, remember these pretty black-lace thigh tops that came with the panties?", she giggled, "roll them up your long pretty legs for us". His hands shook as he gathered the stocking, pooling it at the toe and slipping it over instep, heel and ankle before slowly unrolling and drawing it up over his slim smooth calf, dimpled knee and buttery rounded thigh. Mom and Jane hummed their approval at the shamefaced pantywaist and bade him to don the other one. His shame, the exhibitionism and silky stocking all conspired to make his small, tucked penis turgid against the narrow-lined cotton crotch of the sexy panties.

Jane giggled, "Someday you'll grow into this", as she handed him the shimmery strapless tube bra, edged in lace ruffle, that filled out the teddy-hose set. Sissified Larry could only guess what mom was thinking behind her smile, as he slipped his arms through and adjusted the bra leftward of center the tiny red satin bow. He twitched as mom's hand expertly adjusted the elastic bands to cup his girlish orbs to their full teenage potential.

Wordlessly and red-faced, he accepted the pink lace anklets from mom and sat to draw them on his stocking'd feet. Their double-row of lush ribboned lace fell teasingly around his slim ankles. To Jane and mom's smiling and nodding approval he stepped into the pink satin two-inch pumps he'd worn with the pretty pastel party dress and stood up on trembling legs. Linda shrieked approval as Jane handed the shapely sissy-boy an impossibly short black stretch mini. It adequately covered the thigh-tops which reached to his hips and hugged his derriere provocatively. The sissy was more relieved when mom finally handed him his top than when he'd shimmied into the skirt, because his girlishly round orbs, shaped by the snug, sheer elastic fabric, were more symbolically effeminate whether trussed in a bra or not, than his shapely nylon clad legs. He gratefully pulled the baby-soft pink angora top over his uncombed and as yet unseen curls. The wide neckline and dolman sleeves sexily slipping off a round unmuscled shoulder. By this time the sissy's tiny penis throbbed in its lace confinement as the ladies squealed at his prettiness.

Jane slid a wide matching belt around his waist that looked half the width of the skirt, accentuating its shortness. Linda gently combed out his soft home perm while Jane applied light touches of makeup transforming the pretty-boy's face to that of innocent virginal teen. Larry caught his breath when he saw the reflection of his bare shoulder peeking from the soft angora, through the twinkle of gently mascaraed lashes, and subtle iridescent lids. He smiled involuntarily at transparent red glossed lips that lushly parted revealing his front teeth. His head spun. He wanted to slide his hands over the pretty nymph in the mirror and at the same time wanted strong gentle hands to caress every inch of him to appreciate his smoothness, the pretty softness of the top and his slippery legs. He yearned to have his perfumed neck sniffed and his sweet tasting lips touched by another tongue while feeling his calves go taut from standing in the snug heeled pumps. He wished for gentle fingers to tousle his airy curls and squeeze his already snugly held derriere through the mini and lace panties. What he wanted most, shocked him, as he imagined slowly revealing the pretty confections adorning him under his mini and top. The heady sensations were making him dizzy, and he sat down balancing himself at Jane's makeup table. Jane stared at her feminized brother in amazement as mom laughed, knowingly watching the panty waist slump back and gasp for air rhythmically as his hips jerked and Lori squeaked a gasp. The panty waist slumped and licked his fevered glossed lips as several waves of semen pulsed hotly into his lace panties.

When he opened his eyes and saw their looks he leapt to his feet and scurried to the washroom. Linda laughed uncontrollably adding to his shame as she kidded sister Jane that Lori just had her first period. Almost instinctively, the sissy sat down on the toilet after lowering his soiled panties. The laughing women waited while he shamefully wiped off as much semen as he could with tissue. He stepped from the washroom with his head hung and they made him reach up under his mini and slip the panties back down, while they whooped at his girlish shimmying and the delicacy that he held the panties with.

"Oh, sissy Lori wet his panties!" Jane squealed, "We can't have a pretty young sissy parade about in a mini skirt and no panties", she laughed as she handed him a pair of delicate ruffled leg panties, that they made him put on in front of them. "Oh, now that pretty Lori's soiled her panties, won't she have to wash them, mom?", laughed Jane.

"Naturally. Pick up your bikini's pet and let's take them to the bathroom sink", smiled Linda. After Larry had washed and rinsed his panties, the ladies led him downstairs. "Now Love, you'll have to hang them out to dry, won't you", she laughed. Larry's red glossed lips trembled as he tried to beg and stammer that he couldn't go out into the backyard dressed in a mini and black lace stockings. Jane took him by the hand, and pulled the tearful sissy-boy out the door, into their back yard. Larry was numbed with fright and his heart pounded in his ears. He could just imagine any one of their neighbors staring at his pumps and lace ruffled anklets as he clicked his heels over to the clothesline and stretched to reach and hang the shameful black lace garment with a clothes pin. Despite his fear, a fresh breeze that licked his thighs and darted through the angora top made his effeminate nipples harden. His limp tool started to respond to the pleasurable clicks of his heels as he swished back to the house. The feminized lad hoped that mom and Jane were finished so that he could get out of these clothes. Linda Wand watched through the window and laughed when Larry self-consciously tugged the hem of his mini down after stretching to hang his panties. Linda winked at her pretty son and handed him a soft drink when he entered the kitchen. He reddened and averted his mother's approving leer. He was conscious of his accentuated breasts heaving slightly against the perfumed angora as he gulped his drink.

Linda, feeling particularly adventurous, said, "How about seeing the movie at the mall theater, girls"? Larry almost dropped his glass. "Puh, please mom, not like this. If anyone saw me...", he begged, his voice quavering. Linda winked at Jane, who was giggling at her sissy brother's whimper, saying, "Of course pet. It would be inappropriate to take you to a movie to be ogled by every teenaged boy, dressed that way", and Larry's shoulders slumped in relief. "Jane, couldn't Lori wear one of those pretty challis skirts and a blouse?"

"Oh, mom, NO! Please!", he cried as he tried to slip by them and run to hide his shame in his room. The delicate balance of his heels kept him from resisting Linda's hand as it caught him by the wrist. "Now pet, don't cry, we'll keep the boys from peeking under your skirt. You wouldn't rather have me call that Tony boy over to take you out, would you?", she laughed.

"Aw mom!" he cried, "you wouldn't to THAT!" "Just try me", Linda coolly answered. Lori was led back into the family room, while Jane raced upstairs to pick out his outfit. She was back in minutes to watch her humiliated sissy Brother wiggle out of his mini and slip off the angora top. She laughed at his effeminacy as he slipped off the lacy thigh tops and black tube bra. Linda delighted at Jane's selection of Larry's outfit, and they carefully supervised and humiliated the boy for every involuntary effeminate mannerism as he slipped into a pair of sheer, neutral panty hose; low heeled taupe flats; paisley print challis skirt; slightly padded training bra and the pretty blouse that Jane offered. Jane made him retouch his red glossed lips and the skirted pansy trembled as they placed the lip gloss in a tiny shoulder bag that they draped over his shoulder and across his right hip. He fought to hold back tears as they helped him into a hip length leather jacket and led him out the front door. An attractive woman and her two pretty daughters leaving home for the evening. Larry was positive that everyone of the neighbors saw him click down the sidewalk and around to the garage in his skirt and bowed flats. He stood at the curb with Jane and prayed that mom would hurry and drive out of the garage. Larry jumped with a start when someone from behind said "good evening" as he passed. It was one of their neighbors, Phil Harrod. He didn't skip a beat and kept walking. Larry was relieved that he hadn't stopped to be introduced. Phil was about mom's age, and they occasionally barbecued with him and his wife Jean.

Larry loved the way breezes licked at his nylon dressed legs and felt himself harden in the fresh panties. The ladies had to nearly drag skirted Larry from the car after he realized the number of people that were there. Clicking swiftly across the lot in his girlish heels Linda and Jane caught up and reminded him that "proper ladies" don't look back to see the source of a whistle or comment unless they wanted to encourage the rude behavior. The feature was not yet out and so their tiny group stood in the lobby with about fifty other people. Larry reddened and tried to avert his face. With all those people and nothing to do for fifteen minutes, he felt that every man and woman there was scrutinizing him. He felt terribly naked in a skirt and flats and hardened with every move as his thighs and knees slipped against each other. The shoulder bag accentuated the girlish cones created by his training bra and his soft curls licked the back of his neck. He started to feel hot and took two steps to bolt towards the washroom before stopping abruptly. Jane and mom looked at each other and giggled. They'd understood his predicament. He'd almost run for the boy's room. "Jane, take your little sister to the ladies' room to powder her nose, dear", mom smiled, as Larry involuntarily followed his sister to that never compromised sanctuary.

The sissy-boy was surprised by its size and decor. There were chairs, a sofa and mirrors everywhere and he caught himself inspecting his sissified form from every angle they allowed. "You better start putting some gloss on your lips, Lori, unless you want people to realize you're a little sissy-boy in nylons and heels", she whispered. He obediently drew out his gloss from the bag and emulated his sister, applying it with his little finger and pouting and puffing his lips in the mirror.

"Why hello Jane!", startled Larry, as some friend of hers greeted his sister. Larry's heart pounded like a trip hammer as he tried to act calm and pretend that he was there alone. Of course, Jane couldn't give him that pleasure.

"Sandy, let me introduce you to a friend of mine, Lori Stern", Jane cooed. Awkwardly, Larry reached to shake hands, and quickly darted his hand back when he realized that feminine etiquette called for a nod or smile. Sandy and Jane looked at each other puzzled for a moment and then fell back into conversation. Aside from going over him from head to toe to compare herself to the fey, young slim-legged "girl", Lori was blessedly unnoticed by them.

His fear subsided as they left the girl's powder room and clicked back across the marble lobby to their mother, who admired her sissy's effeminate measured step. Larry sensed other people glancing at them and, try as he might, couldn't avoid every boy's smile, as they approached, causing him to blush girlishly. He was very grateful for the knee length skirt. He sat between mom and Jane during the movie, and they kept stealing glances at him. They reminded him from time to time to cross his legs femininely and to sit up. As he watched the male lead in the teen-aged comedy embrace with the pretty girls his cheeks smarted shamefully, and his breasts heaved as Lori imagined himself as pretty as the girl on the screen. He was grateful that it was too dark to see his crimson flamed face and turgid penis firmly embraced in lace legged panties. When they got home, mom prepared a snack while Jane and Lori undressed and hung up his borrowed feminine outfit. Jane then led her sissified brother in his camisole and tap pants back to the washroom to rinse out his hose and Linda looked on approvingly and embarrassed the boy with comments about his long pretty legs. This time sissy Lori was allowed to hang his hose over the shower rod to dry. Although the women cackled as they ordered him to pull his panties off the clothesline dressed in the cami-panty set and mules.

The next day was Sunday. Thankfully, mom let poor Larry alone. After church and lunch together, mom left for the afternoon to see friends. And Jane, over chides and particularly pointed remarks about Larry's girlish breasts and lack of masculinity left him and went out with her friends. Larry was very relieved and left the house dressed in jeans, and pullover sweater. He walked towards some friends homes rather self-consciously, glancing down from time to time from fear that he might be wearing the pink pumps or stockings. More than once, he nearly bolted home because he couldn't remember if all the makeup had been removed. The soft perm had uncurled in the shower and he'd spent a fair amount of time styling it boyishly. At the neighbourhood park he met some friends and played touch football until late afternoon.

Dressed in his boy clothes cleared his mind. He wanted to look and act macho and with his friends, whistled and leered at the girls who happened through the park. He was as fascinated and lured by their girlish sway in school girl heels and pretty stockinged legs as were his friends.

One particularly pretty classmate captivated him. Dawn, who was about his height with lightly curled shoulder length dark brown hair. She wore a knee length pleated jumper; navy knee socks; and shiny penny loafers with bright pennies in the slots. He hardened as he imagined himself running his hands over her small breasts and loved the way her lip gloss shined in the autumn sun. There was a tiny thought in the back of his mind that was equally pleasurable. He imagined himself dressed the same way, flashing bare, chilled crimson knees at admiring boys and talking with other girls about dresses and makeup.

When he got home, no one was there. After a soft drink he flipped on the TV and went upstairs to his 'girls room'. He leapt out of his jeans and ripped open a new bra and panty package, nervously slipping the garments on, imagining all the time he was Dawn. He drew on a pair of stockings not bothering to look for a garter belt in Jane's room and fell back on his bed, pretending that Dawn was being slowly undressed and caressed as he jerked his hard pink rod to orgasm. As he came he arched his back and gasped slack jawed, at the violent spurt that arced and struck him on his chin and face. He relaxed and fell back, knees bent and legs spread. Running his tongue across his dry lips he licked and tasted his own sperm, that pleased him with its saltiness. He cleaned up and changed and went back to the TV.

When the key jangled in the door lock and his mother strode in smiling at him, his heart seemed to stop for a moment as he braced himself for a humiliating barb. None came, to his relief, as mom started preparing a light dinner. The sting came a short time later, while he watched TV with his mom in the kitchen. Jane breezed in and said, "Hi princess!" Larry wanted to slide out of the kitchen and shot his sister a hateful glare. She twittered, "Aw, baby-doll, what's the matter? Run a stocking? Slip showed?" "Mom!", Larry protested. "Hush Loren. Jane's only kidding. We both know you didn't wear stockings today, did you dear?" Larry was fearful that any outburst might cause him to play dress-up with them and he hated their humiliation.

"Mom. That high school Halloween dance is less than two weeks away", reminded Jane, as she leered at the red faced sissy-boy. Larry's eyes darted nervously between his mom and sister to gauge their reactions. He trembled at the vulnerable effeminate outfits that he imagined they might force him to wear.

Linda smiled enthusiastically at Jane, and Larry cringed as his tormentors casually tossed ideas in his presence: "Larry'd look really pretty in your strapless red bustier and the handkerchief hemmed black chiffon skirt. Back seamed black sheers and the black sequined sling sandals will drive the boys wild", Larry shivered as he imagined a mob of boys taunting, leering and touching him in the skimpy outfit, as he tried to skitter away in high heeled sandals. "How about that pretty nautical, double- breasted shirt dress? He'll be darling in navy & white spectator pumps, sheer white stockings, crocheted gloves, and that pretty ribboned straw boater. Of course, Loren would probably rather play the tart, wouldn't you, pet? His smooth pretty legs would look great in your black leather mini. He'd wear a sheer black body stocking, opened toed pumps, and sheer ruffled wrist length gloves. I think he'd be really pretty if we redden his nipples and paint his nails. Wouldn't you just love a perm Larry? The sissy was startled from his fantasy by the question and managed to stutter a frightened "n-no no!"

Linda laughed, "Of course Jane, maybe we shouldn't make your little brother too coquettish. The boys will smother him".

Jane squealed, "I think we have to worry about keeping Lori away from them!" Larry cringed in crimson shame. Now they imagined him saucily teasing boys. He realized that he was embarrassed because their guess wasn't too far off the mark. All of the fantasizing he did in slippery slithering sheer nylon and demure heels centered on the admiring and approving stares of other boys and envious girls. He'd get erect staring at his shapely heeled legs and delicately curved calves dressed in sparkling black sheer hose. He loved the girlish jut of his breasts. He was more girlish than many girls. It was thrilling and frightening; showy and shameful; dressed but very revealing; naughty; sexy; docile; compliant; soft. . . He was shamed as his tool throbbed in satin French-cut panties.

Monday morning. Larry was out of bed early. Dressed, he was bolting to the door when Mom stopped him.

"Be home right after school, love!", she ordered, causing the sissy-boy's knees to get wobbly with fear. Her words kept him hopelessly distracted from his classes. He daydreamed that he was at the party, and imagined how a boy might hold him close in a slinky dress while everyone laughed and called him sissy-pants or faggot or... Did girls really suck their boyfriends cocks, he wondered, shamefully picturing their neighbour, Tony, offering him his hot throbbing meat.

The bell rang sharply at three, electrifying him. He feared that if he delayed getting home that mom and would create some particularly embarrassing punishment for him. As his trembling hand turned the front door knob, he froze. Mom and Jane beamed at him. They were waiting! He felt trapped. "Loren pet, up to your room and out of those clothes! Then into that tub. We've got places to go!", she beamed enthusiastically. He slipped into the warm, girlishly perfumed bubble bath. "Now what?" he wondered. Jane walked in, "out of the tub pansy. Mom let me pick something really pretty for you. I sure you'll love it. I know the boys will!, she giggled.

He covered himself as well as he could with the bath towel from Jane's view. Jane pulled him by the wrist before he could wrap the towel around his waist and he demurely covered his genitals as she led him to her room. Mom was already there, fussing with what he guessed would be his outfit. Jane handed him a teeny stretch lace brief. he turned from the beaming women and shimmied into the immodest garment. He breathed a sigh of relief when mom handed him a short sleeved white cotton polo shirt, that he quickly slipped over his head hoping that they'd skip a bra. "Aw mom!", he protested as Jane leered and handed him the next garment; madras, pleated and cuffed Bermuda shorts in a very thin fluid silk. Very girlish, and on him, effeminate from a block away.

"Now, Loren. Today you're "anybody's guess". Pretty-boy pansy or young girl. How you act and carry yourself will decide how people read you. If you sulk around, everyone will laugh at sissy-pants, Loren. If you send a sweet demure signal, that's feminine and gentle, no one will doubt for a minute that you're a pretty teen named Lori. You're on a tightrope this afternoon, pet. You decide. Now, no bra today. You're getting fitted for your first pretty miss-teen trainer style at Field's. His finger & toe-nails were painted a delicate transparent pink and he got a pair of Jane's burgundy penny-loafers, with sparkling new pennies, for his feet. It's color matched the expensive belt-wallet, that kept him sufficiently androgynous, and therefore extremely uncomfortable. He secretly wished that he was clearly boy or girl, and not something in between. Mom and Jane kidded him mercilessly as they ordered him to the dressing table. Jane took a special delight with his make-up, that she made faint but obvious: Lori's lashes were thickened, curled and lengthened with clear mascara, that glistened and made them flutter; by itself, innocent, a pretty boy with effeminate long lashes. Next came an innocuous dab of transparent blush. Alone, radiating a healthy complexion. The faint pass of pink tinged gold eye shadow was only noticeable under bright or sun light. Jane artfully connected these feints with clear pink gloss that she carefully shaped. Not too much, but enough to brighten Lori's lips and make them seem wet. An incredible temptation. Pretty-boy without equal. Effeminate and sexual. A strong signal to any teenaged boy, of a pretty, just developing girl. Light, airy, and starting to practice pubescent sultriness. "I'm soon to be available", his bare shaved pink legs offered with their smooth girlish curves. The sum of the makeup said "pretty girl" at ten feet; "anybodies guess" at five; and "sissy-boy" face up, unless he unselfconsciously acted the submissive femme that the women dressed him as. Larry was embarrassed. Any false, boyish move pegs him a pansy. With just a slight feminine touch, he though he could make people believe, "pretty girl". But doing that would confirm he was a sissy to anyone who might recognize him. A boyish stride and swagger would probably make people stare if not openly giggled at the little "pussy-pants". He wasn't disguised, but simply feminized. For once, oddly, Larry was relieved instead of embarrassed that his breasts were soft, round and a touch pointed. Linda and Jane laughed uncontrollably at their androgynous creation as Jane suggested a baret for Larry's banged, blunt-cut tresses and Linda mused how pretty their sissy-boy would look with some red washed highlights in his thick brunette hair. They settled on a thin braided leather ankle bracelet and Linda teased that for a pretty dress a thin gold ankle bracelet with tiny dangling hearts awaited her son's sleek nylon clad leg.

The walk from the mall parking lot taught Larry just how naked a girl feels in a breeze wearing snug lace panties and silk shorts. His smooth pink calves glistened in their nakedness and drew a whistle from a boy in a passing car and several smiling looks, that Linda and Jane teasingly noticed, as they walked to their first stop, a bridal and formal dress shop. The saleslady smiled and greeted them without a double-take, as the girls led their feminized charge through aisles of dresses that they made him take off the rack and hold to himself as they commented or looked at others for themselves. Larry was holding a strapless tea-length ivory lace dress to himself near a window and holding out the full skirted hem as Linda ordered when he noticed two boys in the mall giving him a hungry leer. He was so flustered that he dropped the dress and involuntarily moved his knees together as if he were standing there naked, surprising Jane and Linda momentarily. When they saw the two boys nearly doubled over at the response they'd baited Lori for, Linda shot them a smiling but reproachful glance. Larry was horrified and felt set-up. He nearly burst into tears as Jane and Linda stifled giggles, and the boys walked off to avoid looking like peepers.

Larry trembled as he lifted the dress and a saleslady appeared to help him slip it back on the hanger. She smilingly peered over her half-lenses and smirked at the sissified boy and her snap recognition that this was a very special "miss". She smiled and winked at Jane and Linda and Larry wanted to melt into the floor in his red-hot shame at the mutual secret the three women now shared. Now he was a sissy that was being treated like a girl, and they knew that he knew.

She sweetly asked Linda, "Is this a special occasion that you girls are shopping for? We have some very pretty new stock with matching mother and daughter dresses", she smiled at Lori, who averted his glance and stared down at the carpeting, as she led the procession to two dress racks marked "Mom and daughter".

Linda nodded as the woman asked, "will this be a daytime affair"? She lifted a chiffon print of pale fall colors with a dropped waist, full multi- layered swishy skirt and elbow-length sleeves for Linda in her size. When she noticed mom's favourable impression she quickly lifted two matching girls dresses in Jane and Larry's approximate sizes and handed one to Jane. Larry stood gape-mouthed as Jane held hers to herself and the saleswoman giggled, "now here love, it won't bite, show mom and your sister how pretty yours looks", as she held it against the limp, shamed sissy. Of matching chiffon, they were significantly different than mom's. Jane's had a modest jewel neckline while his was more adolescent; undarted for small breasts, a lace collar and matching ribboned sash that appeared to tie in a large bow. Jane squealed in delight. And although mom gave the sales woman a restrained smile, she brightened as Jane's suggested that they could wear them to Mom's annual office Christmas Party and take a formal portrait. Larry's thoughts turned to mush as he imagined all their relatives getting a framed 8x10 copy of mom and her pretty daughters posing in matching dresses. No doubt to be displayed to giggled whispers at "what a perfect pansy Larry had become". No more hanging around with the men after family dinners to listen to their masculine banter. He'd be pirouetting for the ladies in heels and ribbons as their new dress-up baby-doll, while the boys flipped coins to bet the color of his matching bra and panties.

"Loren!" mom said sharply, as the three women smiled at him, "Miss Cray will put you and Jane in the same dressing room to try on your dress. Quit daydreaming pet, and pay attention to her". Tears almost welled as Jane led him to the spacious room and ordered him to strip as she was doing. "Now step out of your loafers, Lori so you don't soil the hem when I help you slip the dress on". She giggled at his soft girlish figure standing only in white lace panties that showed a small bulging protrusion that was the base of his tucked penis. Larry tried to fold his arms to conceal his nakedness but that only accentuated his soft girlish orbs, so he waited as Jane slipped into her dress and he zipped up her long back zipper. Jane unzipped his dress and he stepped bare footed into the nearly weightless chiffon that Jane quickly drew up over his chest. The thin chiffon was so sensuously slippery that his nipples immediately hardened and protruded through the thin material. Jane laughed," we'd better get you a smooth cup bra really quick", as she deftly drew up his back zipper and fluffed out the billowy skirts. The fitted bodice sharply focused his feminine chest as Jane expertly tied the ribboned waist into a large bow on Larry's right hip.

There was a slight tap at the door and then mom and that Miss Cray swept in to admire mom's pretty girls. Miss Cray had a matching bowed headband that she deftly slipped on him as Jane adjusted hers. Seemingly from nowhere she handed him pretty gloves that matched Jane's. Mom was gloveless. After speaking a few words with mom she quickly returned with two pairs of low heeled peau de soie pumps. Larry was the only one barefooted so she handed him a pair of neutral knee-high stockings to slip on first. He trembled in embarrassment as the three women watched him sit down on a low padded bench to slip on the hosiery.

He was about to stand up and step into the pumps when Miss Cray corrected him to sit and slip them on his feet. Mom and Jane nodded approval as the sissy delicately lifted the pumps to his dangling feet before standing. He bolted upright and nearly fell as Miss Cray took his arm to steady his balance in the two inch heel. As mom swept back into the showroom he meekly followed Jane to the wall length mirror as the several other ladies in the store beamed approvingly at the pretty procession. A mortified Larry stared at his ribboned sash and grew terribly excited from the slippery swish of the skirts as he was told to turn around and walk the length of the viewing area. For a moment he forgot his utter shame and secretly wished he were wearing pantyhose and a bra to heighten his charged sexuality. He jerked back to the present when Miss Cray commented that of course Lori was not old enough for the heeled pumps but that it was "very high time indeed, for that young miss to wear a proper bra. She's really showing a lot for her age."

Larry blushed and the ladies giggled at his perceived eagerness. As he changed back into the silk shorts and polo shirt his ears rang with mom's words, "we'll take them, aren't my girls adorable!" "What a pretty picture they make!" needlessly added that damn Miss Cray. Well, it was a long way to Christmas, Larry hoped.

Mom paid for the three dresses and off they went in search of Field's And the foundation department. Lori kept himself far behind, hoping to slow down mom and argue his side for not buying him bras and panties "in front of everybody". She soon noticed his shuffling reluctance and the three of them stopped for an animated conversation. To a casual observer, just a typical mom & daughter discussion over some frivolous matter. In fact mom was suggesting that they might just put him in a dress for school tomorrow if he didn't obey them. So with tear reddened eyes they entered Field's nylon and lace jungle. He was meekly led to a counter headed "personal fitting", and he blushed as mom announced with some pride and he felt rather too loudly that, "my daughter needs to be fitted for her very first bra".

The saleswoman beamed at him without the questioning glance of that awful Miss Cray, and said, "won't you ladies follow me to the fitting room"? Jane gently pushed him along and after the saleswoman left to get her tape, mom urged her budding panty-waist out of his polo shirt. he stood naked, with his hands clasped in front of him when the saleswoman entered, and jerked around in fright when she smiled at him. "Now now, Loren (she knew his name!) it just us women in here. No need to be embarrassed. You'll be doing this for yourself for the rest of your life. My! Aren't we developed", she beamed as she slipped the cool tape around him and across the center of his nipples, holding it lightly. "Thirty four inches. That's a very good start, young lady. Your lucky to have a very wide choice. Some girls wear little thirty-twosees for quite a time before they grow in to grown-up styles", she kept pattering as the tape fell below the orbs and against his rib cage. "Well, well. Almost an A-cup. Some of the pretty, stretchy A's will fit but if your mom wants a fitted garment we should start with some lovely double-A's. Won't that be nice"? Linda smiled, "Of course, for school Loren should have some smooth cup double A's, or the boys might never take their eyes off her". He blushed as the saleslady led him to a rack and mom helpfully offered, "just pastels, pet, so they won't contrast"!

Larry was stiff with shame and stared downward as the saleslady continued her patter to him while slipping different bras off their hangers and holding them up for him to examine and approve. "Do you like this deep cut, Hon"?, she winked, as Larry tried to suppress the tremble in his hands as he fingered the delicate wispy garments. "Now this one has a front closure as well. Your mom might think it's a little too provocative, but let me handle it. It's really much easier to dress until you get the knack of the back closing hook and eye. Pink really looks pretty on your olive skin. I'll bet it's your favourite", she winked, as Larry gave her a red faced, tentative nod. "I thought so", she beamed. Just wait till I show you mom some of the dreamy matching panties".

Suddenly, Jane perked, "Mom! Lori should really get a padded push-up for her costume next week, don't you think"? Larry wanted to melt as the saleslady beamed, eager to make a sale and please the pretty girl and her mom and older sister. "Oh? What color? We have such a large variety, she'll be darling. What are you dressing as, hon"? The "hon" business was starting to grate on the effeminate sissy-boy. He darted a quick pleading look at mom and Jane who were enjoying his squirming as much as dressing him in public. "Well, there are two possibilities, really. Jane has a strapless chiffon junior prom dress that's about mid-calf. Lori thought she'd look pretty with a crown as a pageant contestant but I thought that with a wand she could be a fairy. But Jane really feels that we might take in the bodice of her candy-striper dress and raise the hem to mid-thigh, for a sort of tarty candy-striper. Lori could wear some spiky pumps and really look sexy. Wouldn't you like that pet?". Larry just blinked his eyes in fear and shame. Linda sensed his panic and added, "well, the candy-striper is just an idea". Now the saleslady was giggling, sharing their secret plans, "I'm sure every young man at the party will want his temperature taken. You really have pretty legs, hon. If mom dresses you up in pretty sheer white hose, every eye will be on you"! Larry blushed and felt his small tucked penis harden in the lace panties. White looked really pretty on him and he imagined the way they'd look in slippery white hose and spiky pumps. Wicked. Really wicked.

The saleslady turned to mom, "well now that you finally gotten her in here", she said for Larry's benefit, "your not going to let this young lady leave braless", she feigned with shock. "Come back to the fitting room darling, when you've picked one".

Jane and mom held their breath as Larry numbly picked through the dozen starter bras, finally settling on a pretty white lacy cup with a front closure, that he felt closely matched his panties. Mom nodded approval. Both she and Jane realized their sissy-boy wanted to "match". The saleslady brought in several strapless and strapped bras, in white, pink, blush, and ivory. She eagerly explained to the sissy-boy the principles involved in padded underwired bras as she adjusted straps. "Now hold out your arms", she beamed. "These really pull you in and hug you to make the most of what you have". No kidding. The underwires generously corralled his fleshy girlish orbs while the elastic netted side straps pushed every millimetre of his baby fat out from his arm pits and into the waiting lace cups. But the pads! Wow! Larry shamefully thought, the soft satin pads pushed everything from the bottom upward. When he looked down he saw breasts nearly as large as he imagined Jane's. The lace cups stretched giving the illusion that they were packed to capacity. He had cleavage! He nearly cried with shame and delight as he saw young proud nipples jutting straight ahead.

He slipped the polo shirt over his head and confirmed the girlish stretch across his newly grown breasts. "Whoa, baby"! Mom giggled. "I want us to get out of this mall alive. Twenty panting boys won't fit in our car", she laughed, joining the giggles of Jane and the saleslady. "Of course hon, this soft cupped lace you had on before is just right" she offered as she deftly sprung the hooks of the tarty padded boy-killer. Larry watched his orange sized tits go slack and got a sensual thrill as the lace enveloped and defined his modest natural endowment. Mom picked another padded strapless from the saleslady and Larry picked up the near dozen bras and carried them to the register.

If he'd been a pretty androgynous boy-girl when they entered the lingerie department, he was just as surely a pretty developing teen as they left. He kept looking in the mirrors and widows as they passed out of the store at his new feminine form, fascinated by the thin strapped outline under his polo shirt. Shamed yet curiously proud, at one turn he feared running into his friends, yet eager to strut his sissy-tits for all they were worth.