Working For A Boutique - Part 2

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That Friday night, when I reported for work at 6 PM, I was immediately summoned to Ms. LaRue’s office. After punching in, I walked up the front stairs. The door was open, but I knocked anyway.

She looked up from her paperwork and smiled at me.

“Come in, Danny. I’m in a bit of a jam, to say the least. As you know, the formal apparel arrived this week and is being displayed on the rear balcony. Only the prom dresses are in; the bridal fashions won’t arrive for another month. We are having a preview showing of our prom fashions in a window display this weekend, and one of the girls who would be modeling the dresses has called in sick. I know this is quite an imposition, but I need your help desperately. You have a pretty face, almost girlish if you don’t mind my saying so, and a slight build. I need you to wear several different styles of prom dresses and sit with the other girls in the window display from nine to noon and one to five both tomorrow and Sunday. I will pay you to double your hourly rate if you will help me.”

“Well, I don’t know. I’m afraid I’ve never done anything like this and...”

“Nonsense! You’ll do fine. My assistants will help you with everything you need. All you have to do is look pretty and smile. You will have to change into several different outfits throughout the day, and you will get a break for lunch. Now I must emphasize that I really need your help. will you do this for me?”

Judging by the look on her face, I could scarcely refuse. “Yes, I will.”

“Splendid. You will report to the beauty salon. They will help you get ready for tomorrow. Do exactly what they tell you. Remember, it’s just as if their instructions came from me.”

“Yes, Miss LaRue, I will.”

As I got up and left her office, I wondered what was in store for me now.

When I entered the beauty salon, the manager, a short, stout woman named Madge, was checking out a customer. None of the other beauticians were there, which surprised me since Friday night was usually busier than this. After the woman left, I introduced my- self. Madge greeted me with a big smile on her face.

“Oh yes, Danny! Step over here to the middle of the floor. Ms. LaRue said you’d been in. This won’t take very long.”

She opened one of the drawers and removed a measuring tape, a clipboard, and a pen. “Stand still with your feet a little apart and hold your arms out straight.”

I did so, and she measured from the middle of my back to my wrist, then my chest, waist, hips, and then across the palm of my hand. As she jotted down the figures from each measurement, she kept saying, “Yes, yes, you will be perfect for this.

“Sit in this chair and remove one shoe and sock. Then stand up on this measuring scale.”

I did so, and she jotted down my shoe size. “Good. Now sit still.”

She placed a nylon wig cap over my hair, then she measured my head from ear to ear, front to back, followed by the circumference. After jotting the figures down on her clipboard, she looked closely at my face. Again she smiled and wrote something additional down.

“Okay, I guess that about does it. Put your sock and shoe on. Report to the loading area where Jean is waiting for you.” As I left, she picked up the phone. I heard her telling Jean to use a “ten wide,” then I was out the door.

When I got to the rear of the loading area where Jean was standing, I saw several high-heeled shoes on the floor next to a folding chair.

“Sit here and take off your shoes and socks.”

After I did so, Jean handed me a pair of knee-high nylon stockings. “Put these on, and then try on those black pumps.”

I put the stockings on and slipped my right foot into one of the shoes. It was a tight fit. “Try a half size longer.”

I took off the ten wide and slipped on the ten and a half wide. My foot slid in easily. “Good. Now put the other one on and walk over here.”

I followed her over to the wall where an eight-foot section of a metal conveyor had been set up. To say I felt a silly slight wobbling in those three-inch heels while dressed in my work clothes would be an understatement.

“Tomorrow, you will be sitting with three other models in the window, but you will be dressing back here and must walk to the front of the store, enter the small corridor to the left of the main door and climb three steps and take your place at the far end of the window display. You must do this in a ladylike, professional way. No slipups! Understood?”

“Yes, Jean”

“Okay. Now watch me.”

She slipped a black purse over her arm and stepped up on the conveyor. I watched her walk to the front of the machine and turn it on. After adjusting the speed, she placed one hand on her hip and began walking a model’s walk. It looked so easy and effortless.

“Get the picture?” she asked. “Yes, I think so.”

“Good. Now it’s your turn.”

She shut the machine off and stepped down, handing me the purse. I slipped it over my arm and stepped on the machine. She turned it on, and I began walking. After she corrected me several times, I finally got it right and continued to walk as she directed me to.

Several minutes went by; when she was satisfied that I was following her direction precisely, she set the timer on the control panel and sat down to read a magazine.

I began to have doubts about this. The money was too good to pass up. I could only hope that no one at school would find out about it. I knew I would never hear the end of it. Shortly, the timer went off, and Jean shut the machine down.

“Okay. You did pretty well, all things considered. Tomorrow morning, take a hot bath and shave before coming to work, and I mean, shave everything! Now put your regular socks and shoes on, and you can go. Ms.Larue said you can have the rest of the night off with pay. Report to Madge at the beauty shop promptly at 8 AM tomorrow morning, and don’t be late!”

“I won’t,” I said as I walked out the door.

That night I tried to watch television, but nothing seemed to hold my interest. I wanted to do an excellent job for my employer, yet it did seem rather odd they couldn’t find a girl to fit in on the short notice. Two of the girls I worked with were undoubtedly pretty enough to do the job; why weren’t they asked? In any case, I was locked into being a girl model for the next two days at twice my regular wage, so that wasn’t so bad.

The images of how the girls had looked at me when I began working there were complex to suppress from my mind. How Madge had smirked smiled when she measured me as well as the way Jean had delighted in teaching me the professional way a lady model walks and acts when she is on the runway. I couldn’t help but think there might be something else going on here that I didn’t know about.

Nothing particularly sinister, of course, just a bit unusual. I couldn’t quite figure it out, so I didn’t think any more about it and went to bed.

I slept well and felt refreshed when the alarm went off at seven. I took a hot bath and shaved my legs up to my groin, then my arms, and finally my face. I had very little body hair to begin with, and I had always used clippers to keep my body shorn for the swim.

My skin felt tight and a little raw, but I had managed to accomplish this task without any cuts.

I dressed and drove to work. I walked through the side door at 7:45 and went to the loading area to punch in. Madge walked in.

“I’m glad you’re early. Punch in and come with me.”

I punched in and followed her to the beauty shop. She handed me a paper bag. “Put your clothes and shoes in here. Put on the stuff on the chair, and hurry up.” She stepped outside the shop.

I disrobed and placed my clothes and shoes in the bag. I picked up the garment on the chair and found it to be a woman’s foundation garment. It was a strapless spandex body briefer. I stepped into it and pulled it up. It seemed to be too small.

“Madge, it fits real tight. I think it’s the wrong size.” Madge walked in and looked at me.

“No, it’s fine. It’s supposed to fit like that.” She opened a drawer and removed two breast forms, and filled the cups.

“Look’s good. I guessed right this time. Your legs look great; you won’t need the wax.

Put this on.”

She handed me a pair of pantyhose.

I rolled up the right stocking and slipped it over my foot and brought it about halfway up, and then did the left. Next, I pulled it up the rest of the way and smoothed the garment up to my waist.

“You got great legs, kiddo, too bad you’re a boy! Now sit over here.”

I took the seat she pointed at. She plucked a few stray hairs around my eyebrows and then applied eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara. Next, she brushed my cheeks with rouge. After outlining my lips with a pencil, she filled them in with a thick coating of bright red lipstick.

After clipping a pair of four-inch dangling earrings to my ears and a single-strand pearl necklace and bracelet in place, she stepped back to admire her handiwork as the three other girls walked in.

“Be with you in a minute, girls. I’m almost done here.”

Madge directed them to the other chairs, then she opened a package of press-on nails. After picking the correct size, she put them over my short fingernails. The nylon wig cap was placed over my head, and a black wig was fitted into place. A red satin bow was pinned just above where the bangs fell down over my forehead.

“Okay. Stand up.”

She walked over to the door and removed a red satin sheath dress from its hangar. She unzipped the back and held it out to me. I stepped inside and put my arms through it as she zipped it up the back.

“Wow!” exclaimed one of the girls, “you look fabulous!”

“Yes, he does,” said Madge. “Now, get into your pumps.”

She placed the shoes in front of me, and I put them on.

“Sit down until I finish with the other girls, and don’t forget to smooth your dress with your hand before you sit down.”

The girls giggled as I did so. The girls were already dressed, and in about twenty minutes, Madge had finished their makeup.

“Okay, girls. It’s almost nine. Showtime! Jackie, you will lead, Shirley, you will be next.

The two of you will sit to the right as you enter the window display. Danny, you will be third, and Betty, you will be fourth. You two will sit to the left when you go in. At ten and eleven, you will all come back here and change to another style. From twelve to one, you will have lunch. After lunch, you will change and again at two, three, and four. At five, you will be through for the day, and you can go home. Are there any questions?”

There were none.

“Good! Go to it! “Oops! Wait a minute, Danny!”

I turned, and Madge handed me a matching red satin clutch purse. I felt very flustered as the girls burst out laughing.

“That’s okay, Danny,” laughed Betty. “More than one girl has forgotten her purse!”

I let the comment slide. I wasn’t a girl, and I resented the crack, but for the money, I could put up with this sort of thing for two days.

We walked out onto the floor and headed towards the front door. It was just after nine, and the doors had been opened to let in some early shoppers. We received some admiring glances from two young men as they entered the store with their girlfriends.

“Careful, Danny, I think they have their eyes on you!” Jackie said as we walked along.

The girls couldn’t hold back their giggles. We walked through the corridor entrance to the stairs leading to the window. Shirley turned back to me.

“Don’t forget to pick up your skirt when you step up the stairs; we don’t want you to trip!”

With my free hand, I pulled my skirt up and ascended the steps, turned left, and took my seat. I even remembered to smooth my skirt as Madge had instructed.

There were white signs in front of us with the name of the brand of dresses we were wearing as well as the sale prices. There were a few people walking the streets, but it was early, and more would be coming soon. I kept silent while the girls discussed fashion, makeup, and of course, their boyfriends.

Promptly at ten, Jean opened the door.

“Let’s go, girls! Madge has a changing area set up in the back room.”

We all got up and filed out. As we walked back to the loading area, there were many admiring glances, particularly from the older women and the two men who had seen us.

When they walked in at the opening. Once in the backroom, Madge directed the girls to one side and me to the other.

“Turn around,” she said.

When I did so, she unzipped my dress, and I stepped out of it. After putting it on a hanger, she replaced it on the rack, picked out another style, removed it from the hanger, and unzipped it.

“Face me.”

I turned around again and held out my arms. I pulled the dress over me. This dress was bright red satin from the waist up and light red chiffon from the waist to my knees. She zipped me up and gave me my purse.

“Okay, back to the window.”

Jean had just finished zipping the last of the other three girls up. I took my place in line, and we began our walk back to the front window. As we neared the front of the building, I saw Ms. LaRue standing at her office window overlooking the store’s main floor. I hoped she was happy with the job I was doing.

I took my place in the window again and waited out the second hour. More people stopped by and looked at us as it got closer to the lunch hour. We changed again at eleven. My third outfit was another red satin sheath, this time a strapless one. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep it up, but the breast forms held everything in place nicely.

Finally, it was noon, and we could break for lunch. Once in the back room, I took off the dress, and Madge handed me a pink chiffon robe and a pair of pink scuffs.

“Put these on and join us at the lunch table.”

The lunch table had six places. Madge, Jean, and I sat on one side, and the three girls sat across from us. At each site was a small salad, a diet soft drink, and a plastic fork. I was hungrier than I thought and could probably have eaten two of those salads, but I said nothing. While the women chatted about designs, hairstyle, and makeup, I kept quiet. I was daydreaming of 5 PM Sunday when this would all be over. Madge interrupted my thoughts.

“It’s time to get back to work, girls!”

I followed her back to where I would change and removed my pink chiffon robe and scuffs.

My first style of the afternoon was a black, floor-length, sleeveless chiffon dress with matching over-the-elbow gloves, handbag, and black leather pumps. After zipping me up and checking the hem length, Madge re-applied some blusher and freshened up my lipstick.

“Okay. You’re all set.”

I took my place in line, and we walked to the front of the store again.

The afternoon brought more people to the window and in the store. Most of the women had their daughters with them, anticipating they would be asked to the prom in May.

The 2 PM change had me in a black satin knee-length dress. The 3 PM change, a black, floor-length satin sheath, and the final change at 4 PM into a flirty black chiffon mini-dress all went without a hitch.

Finally, 5 PM came, and we walked back to the rear of the store. Madge motioned me into the beauty shop while the other three girls headed for the back room.

“Sit down.”

I did so, and she quickly removed all the makeup, my bracelet, necklace, and press-on nails. Next came the bow, wig, and nylon wig cap.

“Stand up and slip off those pumps.”

After I did that, she quickly unzipped the dress, and I pulled it over my head. She put the dress on a hanger and picked up the shoes.

“Take off your lingerie and get dressed.”

I slid the pantyhose off and struggled out of the spandex briefer. I put my own clothes and shoes back on and then placed the paper bag's feminine garments. Madge returned from the back room.

“You’re done for the day. Be back tomorrow at eight-thirty sharp, and we’ll do this again. By the way, as you probably know, Ms. LaRue was watching from the office window, and she said to tell you she is quite pleased with the job you did today. We really do appreciate your willingness to help us out. Have a good night!”

I walked out of the store and drove home. It was difficult to describe how I felt. I had just spent an entire day enveloped in femininity. I had to admit that I enjoyed the way the sheer pantyhose felt on the smooth-shaven skin of my legs. There was something to be said for the feel of satin and chiffon on my body as well.

I ate a light supper and watched some TV. I was quite surprised to see a short segment about the store and its prom preview with Ms. LaRue describing the dresses on display.

Sure enough, there was a short clip of the four of us walking the length of the store. I didn’t recall seeing any cameras, but I must say I certainly looked good. There was no way you could tell I was not one of the girls!

Sunday morning, I was up at seven and took another long hot, soaking bath. Just to be on the safe side, I shaved my legs and face again. I dressed and ate a light breakfast. After reading the Sunday paper, I drove to work.

I punched in at 7:45, and Madge beckoned me to the beauty salon.

“It’s the same as yesterday. Put your clothes in the bottom drawer and put on the items in the bag. I’ll be back shortly.”

I undressed and, after putting my clothes in the drawer, opened the bag. I struggled again with the spandex briefer; I put on the pantyhose after adjusting the plastic breast forms. I smoothed the hose up one leg with both hands and then the other, making sure there were no wrinkles. I sat down and was thumbing through a magazine when Madge returned.

She looked closely at my face and then my legs.

“Good, you shaved again.

We can’t have any stubble showing, now can we?”

“No, of course not,” I answered.

She made up my face again, putting on eye makeup, a pink blusher, and a thick coating of creamy pink lipstick. The nylon wig cap was next. Today, I wore a blonde wig with a pink satin bow at the top. The same long earrings were attached to my earlobes, and I put on the same necklace and bracelet. After attaching pink press-on nails, she stepped back.

“Stand up now.”

I stood, and Madge removed a pink satin sheath from the hanger. After unzipping it, I stepped inside and put my arms through the short sleeves. I turned around, and she quickly zipped me up. I slipped into the pink high-heel pumps as the girls entered the salon.

“Ooh, pink is definitely your color, Danny!” squealed Shirley.

The other girls laughed as Madge handed me a pink purse.

“Settle down, girls,” said Madge.

While I waited, she made up the other three girls. “Okay. It’s time. Let’s get out there!”

As we were walking to the front of the store, it was hard to describe the erotic feeling of sheer hose on smooth flesh under the soft satin dress.

Once again, the first hour was slow, but after changing into a strapless floor-length chiffon gown for the next hour, we got more attention from the passers-by. The girls were always quick to point out a cute boy walking by. I felt it was better not to say anything.

My following change at eleven was a very frilly chiffon mini-dress. It gave me a feeling of vulnerability because the hem was way above the knee. I wondered if girls felt the same way when they wore shorter hemline dresses or skirts.

At noon, we broke for lunch. I hardly felt full after the small salad and diet soda, but with only four more hours to go, I could make up for it by grabbing a pizza on the way home.

My 1 PM dress was a spaghetti strap pink chiffon dress. Several petticoats were added to flare the skirt out more. As I smoothed my skirt with my hand before sitting down, Jackie remarked, “You’re picking this up really fast. I love your feminine movements and the way you carry yourself, especially the way you managed to walk effortlessly in those high heels.”

The other girls were trying to stifle their giggles.

“Well, I just did what I was told. With a little practice, I guess I’m doing it well enough to please the boss.”

At two, I changed into another short dress. This was a pink satin sheath with an above-the-knee hemline.

More and more people were crowding around the window as the day wore on. Numerous couples stopped, the men looking at us and the women looking at the dresses. I could only hope nobody from the school would recognize me.

My 3 PM change was another sheath dress of pink satin from the waist down and pink chiffon from the waist up with billowy sleeves. This time, the store was quite crowded, and we were walking through lots of people to and from the changing area. The final change at four took place, and I wore another floor-length gown entirely of pink chiffon. I was greatly relieved to see 5 PM finally come.

After taking off my dress and heels, Madge removed my makeup and jewelry. She stepped outside the salon while I removed my hose and briefer. I got dressed I handed her the garments.

“Thanks so much for your help this weekend,” she said.

“It’s okay,” I said. But I don’t want to have to do this again, ever!”

She laughed. “See you next weekend. Good luck in your meet Thursday night.” “Thanks. I’ll do my best.”

I walked back to the loading area and punched out. The girls were already dressed and followed me out the door.

“Nice working with you, Danny!” said Betty. “Thank you,” I answered.

As soon as I got around the corner of the building, I could see her giggling and laughter. At least it was over. As much as I found myself sensually aroused by the feel of the soft fabric of both hosiery and those dresses, there was no way I wanted to be put through that experience again.

When I got home, I showered and, after double-checking my face in the mirror for any traces of makeup, I got dressed and ordered a pizza.