The New Store Model

Scott's mom has had enough of him teasing his younger sister for liking to wear skirts more than pants. Then last week, he stole her panties to show his friends. Since he seems so interested by girls clothes, she decided to let him try them on himself. Only, he wouldn't be wearing mini skirts and cotton panties like his sister.She had found a local boutique that had exactly what she needed, and it all was ready just in time for summer break. Scott woke up late the first morning of break and hopped in the shower. While he cleaned, his mom bagged up all his boy clothes and brought in one of his new outfits for him to wear that day.When Scott walked into his room, his mom told him he was grounded for the summer for what he did to his sister. Then she told him it was time to get dressed, and handed him his underwear. Unlike his cotton boxer briefs, the pair she handed him were smaller and made shiny white silk, and had multiple rows of frilly, red lace which covered most of its front and back. They were panties. At first he thought she handed him his sister's underwear by accident, but he didn't remember anything like these in her drawer. He looked up at his mom. "Put them on," she said.He was frozen as his mom grabbed them from his hand, removed his towel, and bent down. "I'll help, step in." He did as he was told, and she proceeded to slide the frilly undies up his legs and over his hips. She then put a garter belt around his waste before pulling the straps through the elastic waist of his panties and out the leg holes. She had him sit as s he pulled out a pair of white stockings, which he noticed were decorated with red lace at the tops to match his panties. After putting him in a bra and a white satin slip, he watched her pull out a mass of frills from his closet. "These are petticoats," she said. "Little girl wear them to make their pretty dresses poof out. I got you the frilliest ones I can find to help you become the frilliest fairy. All the other little girls will be so jealous."She put not one, not two, but three of them around Scott's waist, the top two were red, made of layers of chiffon held up by stiff netting, and edged in red lace to match my panties and stockings. The bottom was white and made of a stiff tulle, holding the other two out to nearly 90 degrees so they barely covered my panties."Now for your dress," she said pulling it out of the closet. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. Made of the same white satin as his panties, it had puffed sleeves made of glass silk, and the stand-up collar had a red bow at the front of it. It had frills of red lace going up its sides, over the shoulders, and down the back. It's short skirt, completely covered in rows of that frilly red lace from my waist down, barely reached the bottom of his petticoats. With the layers of frills around his waist puffing out what was already a short dress, Scott saw in the mirror that even the slightest bend at the waist would expose his matching panties to anyone around. And as he followed his mom to her room so she could do his makeup, he felt his petticoats bob up and down with each step, showing off his girly undies in a similar fashion.After she finished and put a red lace headband in his hair, she sat him down again and took out red high heels that matched his outfit and were covered in sparkles. He started to really panic, realizing she was planning on taking him out like this. She told him to get in the car, but the heels made walking difficult and forced him to shorten his steps. He got in the back, hoping he could hide better back there. Some people were able to get a glimpse of the boy in the frilly dress at red lights, most gave him funny looks and a few girls laughed. They drove a couple towns over and parked on the Main Street."The store is just a few blocks down, the walk there will help you get used to your heels." Despite the smaller steps, he could still feel his skirt fluttering up as he walked. It's poof also meant he couldn't put his arms by his sides. So he held them out at at a slight angle, making him look like a mincing princess.Other people walking down Main Street immediately noticed the the 18-year-old boy dressed in a party dress that most little girls would even consider too soppy for them. His heels made it impossible to run, but as he tried to lengthen his stride his mom grabbed his hand. "Why the rush on such a beautiful day? Besides, no point in dressing like a pretty princess if you're not going to show it off to everyone."Just then, he heard snickering behind him, coming from a group of girls. "Look at that boy, he's dressed up like a little girl." Then they directed their conversation to me. "Hey Pansy, I really love your pretty dress. So frilly for a fairy like you. Could we get a closer look?" Before he even considered the question, my mom responded for me, "Scott would be happy to show off his dress for you! Isn't it so precious?"Scott & his mom stopped as the girls came up. One of the girls asked his mom why he was dressed like this, and she told them it was Scott's choice and that he begged to be made into a prissy girl. As she went on to say that we were walking to the dress store to pick up even more girly dresses for him, one of the girls lifted up his skirt. "Ohh my god, look at his frilly petticoats! Check out all the layers."As they played with all his frills, one girl lifted up more and more before crying, "Ohh my God, look at his panties, they're covered in ruffles! And they perfectly match his dress!"Another girl added, "So precious! You must love wearing such pretty undies, and wished you could show them off all the time!" As they continued to admire his panties, their touching and the softness of the satin caused Scott's penis to get hard as the third girl began to talk."Little girls don't even wear such pretty panties, only babies wear panties this frilly to cover their diapers." She noticed the stirring in his panties and continued, "But clearly your frillies are covering up something else. You really are a pansy, getting hard in your pretty panties as you show off your dress. "His mom joined in on the fun. "I can see someone is really enjoying showing off his pretties, but we better go before he makes a stain in his panties. Hope to see you again soon, though! Scott, why don't you give them one last look, walk down the block and back so they can see how it moves. Then give them a twirl and curtsy goodbye!" The girls giggled as Scott's dress bobbed with each step, exposing his panties again and again. They laughed as his dress fluttered around him while he twirled, panties becoming fully exposed. And they cried as he curtsied, as his mom let them know he'll be modeling his dress & panties in the window once we get to the boutique. In fact, she said, he'll be modeling there all summer, so he can show off all his pretty dresses, each paired with the sweetest panties you've ever seen. She told them to come anytime and bring friends.As they walked to the store, Scott realized this was only the beginning. Soon he was standing in the window, his dress on display for all to see, and the stand elevated enough so all passersby could see right up his skirt. As his mom walked out to watch him, his sister showed up with her friend to also see her brother dressed as a sissy. As Scott noticed her black skirt and wish he could wear something that modest, she got a look at his panties, much prettier than the ones he stole. And as she laughed, her friend took pictures. Soon everyone would see.