The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Fourteen

"I say we let the little creep know just how it feels to have others watching him in his underwear!" the woman hissed. The other women in the store called out their approval of this plan. "Or, do I have the store call security?" the lady sneered at Cristina’s mother. "No," she answered grimly, "I think you may be right." She turned to the quivering boy. "Chris, you have severely disappointed me today and have gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble. And, since your original punishment hasn’t seemed to deter you, a stronger, more suitable, one will be inflicted." With her proclamation, she and Cristina began unfastening and removing his clothes until he stood shivering in his feminine underwear in the middle of the lingerie store. He felt faint and nearly swooned, but Cristina had an iron grip on his upper arm. "Plain white?" the salesclerk sniffed disdainfully. "I think we can find something more fashionable for our young man. Can’t we, ladies?" They all laughed out loud.

The women scoured the store looking for items to force Chris into modeling for them. They were laughing and teasing the poor boy each time one of them passed by. One pointed out his crimson toenails and set the whole group into another fit of laughter. Yet another inquired of the trembling lad if the white denoted his maidenhood still intact. A twenty-something girl walked behind Chris and snapped his bra strap. "I didn’t mean for it to get this bad, Chris," Cristina whispered in his ear. Chris snuffled and turned a teary eye towards her, nodding once. She squeezed his hand briefly before stepping back to allow the clerk forward with an item. "I think a proper young … errr … man …" the group snickered, "… needs to have a smaller waistline. This corset should help things along." She quickly unsnapped Chris’ bra, removing it, and wrapped the corset around his waist, lacing it up tightly.

A brief deliberation between the salesclerk and the women decided that white, satin panties were not going to cut it with the black, satin corset he was now wearing. New panties would have to be found! Chris stood, breathing shallow, as all his new tormentors went through the panty bins in search of a pair to match the boned corset, which was restricting his breath. Cristina and her mom stood by his side, Cristina holding his hand, her mother gently squeezing his shoulder. Finally, a pair of silver sequined, black, satin panties were found to match. They were high cut on the legs and somewhat high waisted. Even Cristina smiled when she saw them. Fortunately, her mom made the others let Chris put them on in the dressing room. He came back out and they placed the corset back on him. The look was still not enough, so back they went, searching for more items.

Soon enough, another black, satin item was found for the feminized boy to model. This time, it was a bra. It was padded like his white one, but even more so. It also had silver studs along the bra cup tops and set into the cleavage. The women fitted it onto Chris, adjusting the straps as needed. They stood back, admiring their creation. "I wish I had his body," sighed an older, overweight matron. "All I can ever fit into anymore is caftans." "I think I may use this as a punishment on my son," a stern faced woman muttered. "He seems to think girls are just playthings. Maybe sending him on a date dressed like this would cure him." The women talked amongst themselves for a few moments before the salesgirl held up some stockings and announced they were almost done dressing their little sissy, panty boy.

Cristina asked if she could put them on her "brother", to spite him for all his peeping at her. The women all thought this would be a grand idea. They led Chris to a small settee and sat him down. Cristina knelt in front of him, taking his right foot and leg in her hands and began rolling the silky material up to his thigh. She ran her hands gently down his leg ‘to smooth them out properly’ and winked at him surreptitiously. Then she did the same with his left leg. Soon, he was standing, having the garters attached to the corset, through the panties, and down to the silky, black stockings. The group had him twirl in front of them and clapped appreciatively. "One more finishing touch and he’s all set!" the salesgirl smiled, one hand behind her back. With a flourish, she held out a pair of black, satin dress pumps with two and a half inch heels.

Chris tottered in the heels while the women smiled and congratulated each other on a stunning lingerie set. A few of them drifted out of the store, still laughing at the poor boy’s plight. "I’m still not entirely satisfied," the woman from the dressing room stated flatly. "I’ll tell you what," she said to Cristina’s mom, "I’ll buy the whole outfit for him if he stands in front of the store and waves people inside." She looked to the salesgirl for agreement. The salesgirl just shrugged, nonplussed. "Chris," the blonde girl said to the lingerie-clad boy, "I really like that outfit. So you need to go up front now and remember to try to smile as you wave. I promise I’ll make it up to you." So, Chris stood in front of Frederick’s Secret, waving and smiling for just over an hour. Many people came up to see if it was, indeed, a boy in the sexy lingerie. The boys laughed at ‘the faggot’, the girls called him cute; the adults just shook their heads in wonder at this new sales gimmick. Females of all ages, intrigued by how good Chris looked, went inside to look around.

 

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