The part list
Part 1
Tim was not stupid, he was lazy, just graduating high school with a C average, not bad considering he'd never studied or bothered much with homework. He loved playing computer games and hated work, any work.
His mother had raised him alone and as an real estate agent she made good money and had spoiled Tim somewhat. Now she was putting her foot down, shape up or ship out!
Now Tim did not think she would actually do it, but he decided not to test her.
Tim was small for his age, he'd let his hair grow long and was trying to grow a beard, without success, he hated his hairless chin. His long hair made him look like a girl.
His friends had gone off to college, university or the military, he had no girlfriend. His only social contacts now were the online community he gamed with.
Now he was trying to sort out what to do. He was not sure what kind of work he was suited for, or more to the point, what kind of work he could do that would be tolerable to him.
He got online and looked at the local job bank to see if he could find something acceptable to him. After a fruitless 15 minutes looking at ads for jobs he would never want to do he finally found one that seemed as if it might be just the ticket.
The ad read as follows: "Wanted, petite good looking young man, long hair preferred, to be clothing model for a local designer, apply in person at 127 Pinafore Lane during local business hours."
Tim thought it sounded like easy work, just put on some trendy clothes and be photographed, sounds perfect he thought giving his long hair a flick as he eyed himself in the mirror.
He quickly had a shower and put on his best jeans and shirt and went to his car, a present from his mother for graduation. He fired up the Chevy Cruze and headed for the address on the ad. He hoped there would not be too many others wanting the same job. To his dismay he found 20 other long haired young men waiting at the address and most of them had beards!
Tim felt he had little chance of getting the job, but he stuck around for the interview anyway. To his surprise he and one other beardless young man were asked to stay, while the rest were sent home. There were no real interviews, just a couple of young women who asked a few questions of each of them and took a photo.
The young women were very nice, wearing Lolita style dresses in pastel colours, they had them fill out a questionnaire, took some measurements and finally the two were given an employment contract to read and sign, it was several pages long and full of fine print, Tim just glanced over it and signed an initialed where directed, he failed to notice the knowing smiles on the girls faces as he blithely signed an initialed, oblivious to what he was signing.
The other candidate was reading his and hadn't signed yet, Tim however was distracted by the pretty Lolita's who were giggling like school girls as he handed them their signed copy of his contract.
"This is your copy," the taller Lolita said as she handed Tim back half the pages he'd hurriedly signed. "We'll see you back here one week from today at 10 am sharp. It'll be all day, so be prepared for multiple wardrobe changes and lots of camera time."
"Sounds good to me!" Tim said smiling, thinking of the $500.00 a day he be paid for modeling, cool clothes.
The taller Lolita gently ushered Tim out of the door with a smile, Tim failed to notice the other candidate hand his contract back unsigned.
Tim drove home happy, he'd found an easy job that payed well, he never gave the name much thought, but he was the new model for the Tea Party Lane Clothing Company.
Mary, Tim's mother, was both surprised and pleased to hear her pretty but lazy son had finally got himself a job. She asked him how he'd managed it and Tim told her all about his day.
"I assume you read the employment contract?" Mary asked him.
"Oh..ah yes yes." Tim lied, he did not want to admit to his mother that he'd neglected her advise.
Mary did not quite believe him, but she was too good natured to call him on it. "May I see your contract Honey."
"Sure Mom," Tim handed her the document and dug into the pile of sandwiches' Mary had made for the two of them.
"Tea Party Lane Clothing Company," Mary said almost to herself, "Seems an odd name for a boys clothing outlet."
'What Mom?" Tim asked distracted by the sandwiches and television.
"Nothing Baby, just leave this with me," she held up the contract, "I'm gonna look it over, see if you mighta missed anything.
"Okay Mom thanks." Tim kissed her on the cheek and took a pile of sandwiches into his room, Mary started reading the contract as he left.
Initially the contract seemed pretty normal, but as she read on she became certain that Tim had not bothered to read it before he signed it.
Mary sighed when she'd finished reading it and then she chuckled, there was nothing illegal about it but it was quite specific on certain things, things she knew her boy wouldn't like.
"This will teach you to read before you sign," Mary said to herself as she read through certain parts again to make sure she hadn't missed anything.
Tim was watching TV in his room, he'd just finished the last sandwich when his Mother knocked on his door. She smiled at him as she walked in and sat on the bed beside him.
"I just came in to say that I am very proud of you Sweetheart, this," she held up the contract, "means that for at least the next 5 years, you are going to have a very high paying job! So many perks and bonus opportunities, you must be so excited!"
"Sure," Tim said, wishing he had read the contract so he'd know what she was talking about. "It's a dream come true," he said still unwilling to admit he'd lied about reading it.
"Really? This is your dream? Baby I am so happy for both of us, this whole thing sounds like so much fun!" Mary playfully tickled Tim's feet and he hurriedly pulled them back with a giggle, he'd always been ticklish.
"Now don't you worry about making any appointment, I'll take care of everything so you'll be ready for your big day next week, and" she said eyeing Tim's messy closet, "it'll give us a chance to make some room in your closet for the new clothes you'll be getting."
Tim's head was full of questions, what new clothes? He supposed he'd be getting some of the clothes from his new employer, a new trendy wardrobe! He wanted to ask about the appointments but kept quiet about it.
Mary placed the contract on Tim's dresser and kissed him on the forehead, "Mommy loves you Baby!"
"Mom!" Tim protested playfully as Mary tickled him some more before leaving to catch up on her paperwork.
Once Mary left the room Tim quickly picked up the contract and started to read it, his eyes grew wide as saucers as he began to understand what he'd signed up for.
"The Tea Party Lane Clothing Company specializes in dresses and rompers for girls and boys who are feminine in all things and young at heart."
"Dresses and rompers!" Tim exclaimed, "Feminine in all things?!?" "Young at heart!?! As he read on Tim realized he'd signed a legal document agreeing to act and dress up as a little girl and be photographed and filmed while doing it!
Gulp.........he read on.
"The undersigned agrees to act as a representative for the Tea Party Lane Dress Company, and to conduct himself or herself as a proper and well behaved young person. A Tea Party Lane "Girl" will curtsy before addressing a superior or adult and shall act in accordance with the Tea Part Lane rules on model deportment and conduct.
"Holy crap!" Tim muttered, yeah the moneys good but dress up as a little girl? For 5 years!?! He read some more, his heart racing.
"Furthermore all male models shall be diapered during filming sessions to ensure a completely female appearance. Rhumba panties or rhumba tights are mandatory for all male models."
Tim started to break out in a cold sweat, "Holy crap!" he said again.
There was more, the contract talked about road trips and special events, eventually he got to the part about being dressed up at home.
"The undersigned shall agree to live as a Tea Party Lane Girl for the duration of this contract. The undersigned shall be given every dress and romper he/she models with the understanding that said dress or romper with ALL the appropriate extras shall be worn during waking hours. The undersigned agrees to wear Tea Party Lane nightdresses and if male to be diapered at night as well.
"Oh my God...…." Tim let the contract fall on the bed and stared at the closet for a few minutes.
"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Tim read on to see if there was anyway to back out of this thing.
"Should the undersigned fail to comply with the conditions of this contract, the Tea Party Lane Clothing Company reserves the right to pursue legal action for breach of contract. The undersigned shall be held legally and financially responsible and agrees to pay for any damages or losses incurred by this contractual breach."
"Holy crap!" Tim said for a third time.
To be continued.
