a story by Prim
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Chapter One - Simone and Marie Plan to Dress Their Boys More Sweetly Simone Ellen knew that today was going to be very important in the lives of herself and her friend and neighbour, Marie. If their plan worked, their sons Lacey and Reginald would soon fit into their beautiful plan, and the path to family union for all four of them would be opened. As she stood behind Lacey's chair and softly brushed his smooth dark hair with its neat parting on the girls' side, she took the first step towards making him the sort of son she wanted for the future. "Darling," she said, cupping his hair in both her hands at his temples and shaping it round his head in soft, rhythmic strokes, "you are making such a wonderful job in your dress colouring book. What a lovely pink you have chosen for the dress with five tiers of ruffles." Lacey pressed his hair back into his mother's hands and closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure he felt when she loved him like this. He was wearing her purple and white floral top in delicate silk, with its neat little Peter Pan collar and slightly puffed sleeves on his upper arms. His legs were under the table, in the very wide legged satin p-j's she had handed down to him, much too wide for his trim waist, of course, but she had sewn a row of three pretty buttons to the left of the waist, and three more to the right, so that the overlap made his satin 'trousers' a snug fit for him. He was quite happy that they were too long for him, because it meant he could wear his five-inch black patent strappy heels under them. "Yes, Mummy. I like this dress too. It's made of mousseline silk and it's very expensive." His mother chuckled. "Where did you hear about mousseline silk, my precious?" "I was reading my encyclopedia of girls' costumes, Mummy, and there's a whole chapter about mousseline. Ladies have been using it for their dresses and blouses for a hundred years and it's very slippery and shiny." His mother pursed her lips above his hair as he gave a long sigh of contentment between her gentle fingers. "Lacey darling, I wonder if you would like me to buy you a dress... one of these days?" She felt the angle of his head alter. "No, I don't think so, Mummy." She spread her frolling fingers a little lower so that she could stroke and fondle his cheeks, his jaw and his delicate neck. "But they are so-o-o-ooo pretty, aren't they, especially dresses in slippery silk." Lacey sat up and started colouring the dolls' house to one side of the picture. "No, Mummy, dresses are for girls." "But don't they look lovely? This white dress with little blue flowers for instance... or this dress with buttons down the back. Wouldn't you like Mummy to button you up in that?" Lacey felt his cock stiffen in his satin trousers. He liked to wear Mummy's blouses and trousers, but that was because they belonged to his adorable mother. Wearing a dress would frighten him. "But they're too feminine, Mummy. Please don't talk about it any more." His mother was going to stop anyway, because through the window, she had seen her friend Marie putting the next step of their plan into operation. "Oh look," she said, as if making a calm observation, "there's Reginald from next door. His mummy must be taking him to the shops." She stood behind the curtain and watched Marie Fallon walking down to her garden gate, leading her teenage son by the hand. It took Lacey only two seconds to get from the table to the curtain, where he stood in front of his mother, drawing the curtain across himself to avoid being seen. "Doesn't Reginald look nice in his shorts, with white thigh-highs?" asked Simone, putting her arms round Lacey to hold her hands against the front of his satin waist. She kissed him on his hair and put her cheek to his as she hugged him from side to side. "I like his little jacket," was the reply. Simone's heart skipped a beat at this welcome interest in Reginald's lime green coat with its large green buttons and his blouse collar turned out over the green collar. "And his big peaked cap," he added. "I think that's to keep his hair inside," said his mother, "because he wears it so long. It's a pity we don't see more of Reginald... I think he spends all his time sewing... and dressmaking." "Dresses?" "Not exactly. His mummy tells me he likes to make pretty suits for himself." Lacey looked round at his mother, his mouth open. "Would you like me to ask his mummy to send him round in one to show you dear?" His mouth looked uncertain but gave a tentative 'I don't know Mummy.' Simone hugged him again and turned his face towards her so that she could kiss him on his neat little lips. He-he, my little sugar plum, she thought to herself, it won't be long before I've got you in dresses... you and your cute little neighbour... so that his mother and I can give full rein to all the sweet-heart plans we've got in mind for you. *** In town, Marie Fallon had brought Reginald to Precious Parade, to buy him two lovely pairs of shorts. She helped him off with his cap and his lime green jacket so that he looked nice in her brown and white striped blouse, worn out over his bronze silk shorts. When he caught sight of himself in his mummy's blouse and shorts in one of the full length mirrors, his penis swelled with that glowing feeling that he loved when he wore some of mummy's nicer things. "I like this pretty pair of ladies' shiny black shorts with the white belt, honey," his mother said. "It would look nice with my white lacy blouse which you were wearing to do your sewing on Tuesday." Reginald used a delicate flick of his fingers to hook his blond hair behind his ear and felt the slippery fabric of the shorts. How smooth... how brief! They would leave a good eight inches between the hems of the legs and the lacy tops of his thigh highs, and he would have smiled if he wasn't such a serious little soul... far too nervous for an eighteen-year-old. "Well I like this one, mummy," he whispered, showing her the hanger and shorts that he had chosen as soon as they had come upon the ladies' shorts. They were in pale lilac corrugated silk, with hip pockets that buttoned shut with large glass buttons and a little zip fastener down the back. He didn't realise it, but he had picked them out from a rail of girls' shorts. His mother lifted his chin and gave him a mummy's warm lipped kiss. "We'll try them both on, my darling. But you don't have to choose these two... there are a lot more lovely pairs of women' shorts to choose from." Marie Fallon was 40, slight by comparison with Simone, and she wore her hair in a short blond bob onto her neck. Her nose was prominent, but the sweetness of her chin and the fullness of her pretty lips made her an attractive mother with well formed breasts and long legs. As always, she was elegantly dressed in a pink three piece suit with a round brimmed pink hat, white patent shoes and bag, and white kid gloves. She often gave a retro impression and was regarded as very elegant. She emerged from the fitting rooms with Reginald wearing his lilac shorts and his blouse unbuttoned up to his breast so that he could hold it open and admire his shorts in the tall mirror. "Oh they look sweet," commented an assistant who must have been Marie's age. "Hold your blouse wide, hon, to give us a full view." She shaped down the sides of his groin with pink varnished fingernails, avoiding touching the stiffened point pushing the silk upwards in the middle. "They suit your contour perfectly, dear. Do you like them yourself, sweetheart?" Reginald would normally have clammed up completely if spoken to by a strange woman, but she was friendly and warm. "Yes... they're nice and I feel... lovely in them." "Well you shall have them, Reginald," said his mother. "Let's try on the black and white shorts too." The girl turned him round by the hips and what was showing of his buttocks and undid the zip at the back to slip them down. "Ohhh!" she cried, putting her hand to her mouth. "He's not wearing panties!" Reginald was quick to answer: "Gosh no, panties are for girls." The assistant was close to giggling with shock as she took his shorts off and helped him to step into the shiny black shorts. His mother seized the moment to bring up the subject she was working on. "I know you don't want me to buy panties for you, darling, or a dress, which makes your dear mother very sad," and her voice became low, "but I've discovered a way in which you can please me a lot." She held his hands in hers as he was having the buckle of his white belt fastened for him. "I've found a very good day nursery where boys who are graceful like you can feel lovely, with very attentive ladies to help you dress the way that suits you best." Reginald's heart began to patter at the mention of dressing, by ladies. "Oh? How would they dress me?" "In pretty clothes, darling. That's what they told me." She tightened her lips with reservation before adding: "they may want to dress you a bit young." A droop of worry passed across the boy's face. "I don't know, Mummy. I would be so nervous with ladies I've never met before. "Now you're making me very sad, Reginald," and she released his hands, turned away... and started to cry. Her son gasped with horror. He had wounded his mother, so badly that the store assistant needed to hug her and comfort her. "Mummy," he cried, "I'll go to the day nursery. Don't cry, Mummy. I didn't mean to upset you," and he gladly took the place of the woman assistant, so that Marie turned to him and engulfed him in a tight hug of relief. "Oh you darling, darling boy." Her voice was thick with tears. "You would do anything for your loving mummy, wouldn't you?" "Yes, oh yes I would, Mummy. I'll go to the nursery and the ladies will dress me... and I'll make you happy again." Marie drew her face back from his shoulder and gave a little laugh of pleasure, then she found his lips with hers and gave her darling son a long, warm kiss, rippling her lips over his, then opening her mouth and inserting her tongue to find his and play with it. As the two of them kissed and kissed, the assistant smoothed her hands around the blouses of both of them, enjoying the togetherness that the boy had brought, through promising to go to the day nursery. *** As soon as they got back home, Marie rang Simone with her news. "I pretended a few tears," she said, "making them bitter enough to clutch his dainty feelings, and sure enough he has agreed to please his mummy by allowing me to enrol him at Silk and Satin." "How wonderful. So he knows it's a dressing nursery then?" "I didn't tell him how the nurses will dress him - I just said they would know best what to put him into." "Very wise, darling. I'm so pleased it has worked out so well for you. I haven't mentioned it to Lacey yet. I'm worried in case he refuses. I'm racking my brains for a way to bring up the subject." Marie thought, on the other end of the phone. "What about if I bring round a couple of Reginald's things - one of his romper overalls, for instance, which are quite girlish?" This immediately appealed to Simone. "And his lime green jacket that he wore this morning," she suggested. "We watched you through the window, as planned, and Lacey showing a keen interest in it." This was agreed, and ten minutes later, the scheming mothers were together in Simone's living room. Marie laid the jacket out so that it hung on the back of an armchair with the collar spread at the top. It was not much more than waist length, in a bright green duchesse satin with large green plastic buttons. It's collar was at least eight inches wide, coming to square points at the front, and its sleeves had eight inch turn backs at the wrists. There was no doubt that it was a girl's jacket. Simone went in search of her son who was watching Fashion Television. "Darling, someone has come to visit, and she would like to see you." This was interesting enough to make Lacey put the screen on pause. "It's Reginald's mother. She has brought one of the overalls he has made with his sewing machine, and she wonders if you would like to try it on." A minute later, a shy Lacey was led into the living room, keeping himself more or less behind his mother's pink blouse and maroon pleated skirt. "Hello Lacey." Marie gave him a warm smile. "My, don't you look lovely today." Simone had changed him into her cream nylon blouse with ruffles at each shoulder and across the breast, and more ruffles on the ends of his cuffs. She had replaced her satin trousers with one of her pairs of silk trousers in a deep shade of peach. Lacey put his thumb in his mouth, turned his face shyly into his mother's sleeve and said nothing. Marie tried again. "I've brought something special for you, darling. Reginald always wears a pretty little overalls to do his sewing, and I've brought you the one he has just finished... to see if you would like to try it on and see if it makes you feel nice." Lacey peered between his fingers and looked at the shiny nylon overall in stripes of two yellows. It was sleeveless and obviously went from shoulders to gusset with two short legs, and buttoned up the front to a notched, open necked collar. It was pretty enough to be giving him a nice dainty feeling in his Mummy's pants. "There's no need for us to take your Mummy's blouse off, Lacey darling... or her nice silk trousers. You wear the overall over your clothes to keep them clean and make you feel cosy. Shall I help you on with it, sweetheart?" She moved across him to the other side, and revealed Reginald's satin jacket on the back of the armchair. A gasp of emotion escaped the boy, strong enough to make him forget his mother's blouse sleeve for a moment. He was ready to be dressed in the yellow striped overall. His mother held him up, by waist and arms, while Marie stooped to his feet and slotted the overall onto the sharply creased legs of his silk pants. The overall was sewn with a white acetate lining, which slithered sweetly as it rose up his legs, until the gusset lodged beneath his rosy genitals, between a two inch leg cuff at the top of each of his trouser legs. Simone guided his arms into the little puffed sleeves, so that his lacy cuffs slid through and the overall gathered neatly around his blouse. "It has lovely blouse buttons," said Marie as she started to fasten them over his trousered genitals and up his erected penis. Lacey collapsed in his mother's hands as his overall buttons were fastened up for him, until Marie was straightening his collar and his mother was plucking his blouse frills out sweetly at the shoulders. "I wonder if our little darling would like me to put him into Reginald's nice jacket?" said Marie, prettying the little buttoned tabs at the outside of each square hip pocket on his overall. "Shall we see what it looks like on him?" "Yes please," said Simone, speaking for the silenced Lacey. Little whimpers fell from his opened lips as the coatee approached, and Marie held it open so that the pale satin lining beckoned. "Slip your arms into the sleeves, pet... and Reginald's mummy will fasten you into it." The sounds of slithering satins surrounded him as the cold jacket encased his blouse sleeves and gathered over his overall. There was something special for Lacey in wearing Reginald's overall and coat, even though he would have run a mile if Reginald himself had been there. The shame of another boy his age seeing him in such pretty clothes would have been too much. But he could just about bear the embarrassment with Reginald's mother seeing him... and buttoning him into her son's coatee. He was in a cocoon of loveliness, which his mother understood perfectly, and she seized her moment to spring her plan on her effeminate son. "I think you look lovely, darling. Don't you agree, Marie?" "Absolutely lovely. And I think you feel lovely too, pet. I can see that you are enjoying that lovely sweet glow of prettiness at the very tops of your legs. And that is as a result of the nice clothes you are wearing." Lacey relaxed a little. He was being praised for feeling so sweet. He was never in trouble from his Mummy when he felt nice and rosy while wearing something nice. "That wonderful feeling doesn't just come from wearing nice things though, my darling," went on his mother, sitting on the settee and drawing her son down into her arms beside her, as Marie sat on his other side. "It is also because Marie put you into them. A nice boy like you is going to feel even nicer when you are dressed by ladies, isn't that right, Marie?" "You are quite right, Simone. When ladies decide to dress a boy in pretty things, it is natural that his heart will open out to them and he will let them dress him and make him the way they want him to look. That's why you are pleasing your darling mummy so much, wearing Reginald's lovely overall and jacket today dear." "Yes my dearest darling," said his mother, cupping his cheeks in her hands, "you are making your Mummy so happy at this moment. There is nothing I love more than to be able to dress you the way I want you. I only wish I could do it all day long... but there isn't time." His mother's expression sank into one of unbearable sadness, and her head drooped, then sank so that he was looking at the top of her wavy, brown hair. He instinctively leant forward and kissed her on her hair. "Don't be upset, Mummy. I want you to be happy all the time. I want you to dress me whenever you feel like changing my clothes. Please dress me, Mummy. Please." "But your dear mother can't be dressing you all day, darling," went on Marie. "She has so much else to do. However, I think I have an answer to her problem." Lacey gazed at her with sparkling brown eyes. "Mummy," he cried, putting his hand to her cheek to lift her face, "Reginald's mummy knows what you can do." Marie took his soft hand in both of hers and explained. "I know a day nursery where ladies will dress boys very nicely indeed while their mothers are very busy or at work. Then, after the boys have been dressed prettily, just as their mothers would have done, their mothers come and collect them, and take them home to dress them again. Doesn't that sound nice?" "Oh yes. Mummy you can take me to the day nursery... the one that Reginald's mummy knows about." "Oh yes. Yes," said his mother, raising a smile. "That sounds wonderful." Her son threw his arms round her neck and hugged her hair-do against his cheek. "Oh, I love you, Mummy. You are so wonderful for dressing me so beautifully. And now you can have me dressed by other ladies while you are busy during the day." They all enjoyed lovely hugs and kisses together, and before Marie left to go back home, she told him he could wear Reginald's overall and jacket for the rest of the day. As soon as she was gone, Simone led her son to her bedroom and arranged him so that he was sitting amongst the satin cushions on her bed, facing her dressing table mirror. "Now you can look at yourself in Reginald's lovely lime green coatee, pet, or undo its buttons and see the pretty blouse buttons down the front of his overall. I'll be back later to see about dressing you in something else from my closet when I'm not quite so busy." She left him in a heavenly mist of pleasure, and withdrew to the sitting room, where she rang the number she had for the Silk and Satin Dressing Nursery and spoke to Mistress Slide, the proprietress. "Hello. I'd like to make a booking for my son, Lacey, who is eighteen, to attend the nursery each morning, starting tomorrow, from 8 until 12, for at least the next month, perhaps extending longer than that." "Certainly, Madam, that can be arranged." The proprietress had a deep, calm voice that Simone immediately liked. "I would like your name, please." "Simone Ellen." "And would you like Lacey to be dressed?" "Yes please. That is very important to me." "Of course it is. How do you dress him yourself?" "He wears my blouses and trousers... but at present he resists anything to do with other girls' clothes, so he won't wear panties or dresses. Only things of mine." "Do you dress him in your own panties?" "No, I've tried, but it upsets him so much. He imagines I will be making him girly." "So how do you see him as being dressed in future?" "I'm going to leave that up to you, Mistress Slide. I would like him to wear dresses for a change. Pretty, flouncy girls' dresses." "Lacey will be in the care of Nurse Darling and Nurse Ruffles," said the proprietress, "as well as my own personal attentions. There may be some initial upsets, but we will take him into the Sweet Panty Wendyhouse where we address any problems that a boy may have. I guarantee he will soon be wearing pretty dresses and panties for you. I look forward to seeing you... and Lacey... at 8am tomorrow." Simone rang off, grinning from ear to ear, and rang Marie to tell her Lacey was booked in for mornings, so that Reginald could be booked in for afternoons. Then she marched upstairs. She found her darling son with a tall erection in the front of her silk trousers, slightly wet at the point. She sat beside him. "My dearest darling," she said, kissing him again and again on his forehead, "tomorrow I will take you to the dressing nursery, and Mistress Slide and her nurses will dress you the way I want you to be dressed." Lacey's lower lip trembled a little, but he stopped it by closing his mouth, then declaring bravely: "Very good, Mummy. I know that I will be wearing the clothes you want me... to wear" He gave a gasp. "Oh mummy, I'm going...to..." Yes my darling, just let it happen... in mummy's silk... good boy, sweet boy." *** In Chapter Two in the Wendyhouse, Lacey's nurses take him into the Sweet Panty Wendyhouse and Reginald is enrolled at the dressing nursery. |