"Bra first I think" said Helen picking up the white trainer bra and handing it to Paula in the hope she wouldn't be betraying her own ignorance of such articles of underwear.
Paula approached Giles with a huge grin, and Giles looked down at the floor blushing profusely. She eased Giles' compliant arms into the straps and pulled it into position. It was tight, and she had to pull hard to fasten it. The discomfort of this over-small harness was outweighed by the humiliation of wearing it, and Giles' pitiful expression dropped a little further as his lower lip quavered just a little.
The other girls danced around him in glee, taking in all the details of his naked and erect body. Susan even brushed up against his erection a couple of times; managing to stroke her fingers up and down it teasingly. Having such a doll to play with, a live one, a boy of such advanced age, was more excitement than they could contain, and they expressed this with their dancing and shrieking in joy.
"Knickers" said Helen holding up the white frilly knickers with the pink flowers embroidered on them.
"Oh me, me, me!" pleaded Susan holding her hand as high up in the air as she could stretch it. Helen generously handed the knickers to Susan who almost snatched them from her grasp. The other girls looked on jealously as Susan dropped to the floor and lifted one of Giles' feet to thread it through one of the leg holes.
"And the other" she said, lifting his other foot. She pulled the knickers up Giles' legs and stood as she did so. Forcing the material to stretch enough to pass his thighs was only a small struggle, but seating them on his bottom was a little harder. Susan did not shrink from the task of taking hold of his stiff willy to adjust it to the unfamiliar housing of the white cotton. She spent a long time adjusting the fit, tugging here, and tucking there. When she was satisfied, she stood back and admired the effect. All the girls clapped and bounced up and down, giggling and laughing. The knickers were too small, even though they had once belonged to Paula's older sister, and they were incapable of containing even Giles' undersized erection. His hard-on sat almost horizontally across his groin forming a rigid bar across the front of the knickers, but at a slight angle, it rose until it poked out of the top. No amount of effort from Susan had managed to keep it under control and inside the garment. And looking at it now she was glad that she had failed, this was so much more delightful.
"Socks" said Helen, holding up the white knee-length socks "Bridget, why don't you?"
Bridget took the socks with no great enthusiasm. Giles' feet weren't his most attractive feature, but then, as she looked him up and down, she wasn't sure he had one. Once again Giles was forced to cooperate with the girls and he raised and lowered his feet on command, and allowed Bridget to roll the undersized socks up his calves to just below the knee. They felt odd. Giles' socks normally came to just above his ankles, and this feeling of constraint around his calves was disconcerting; just like the small knickers with his stiffy poking out and the trainer bra. The whole experience was uncomfortable just from a physical point of view, let alone from a psychological and emotional one.
"Time for the dress" said Helen holding up the over fussy pink frilly party dress. Giles stared at it blinking. It was ludicrous, he was going to look ludicrous, not that he didn't already, but this... He could only hope that the girls would tire of their game and give up on him. He stood resigned to suffer the interval between now and their inevitable boredom.
Helen did not offer the dress up but sat it on Giles' head herself. She pulled it down, tugged his arms up through the sleeves, and then continued dragging it down over his chest and tummy. Taking it from the hem she pulled it further until it came down over his bottom. The hem rested just a little below the base of Giles' buttocks. He was decent, but only barely so.
"Sandals" said Helen holding up the pair of red strap-over sandals.
Jenny, not having taken an active part yet felt obliged to volunteer "I'll do those" she said.
She stooped to Giles' feet and began to force one of the sandals on. Giles' feet were too big and it was a struggle, but she managed to force his feet into them, and managed to just buckle the straps over the top. The flesh of Giles' feel bulged out of them painfully. Giles looked down in misery. Not only did he look completely ridiculous, his feet were hurting badly. His only comfort was that he didn't have to walk anywhere.
"I'll do the bonnet" said Paula enthusiastically. Helen picked up the bonnet, a little annoyed that Paula hadn't waited for her to present and announce it, and hand it across to her. Paula plonked it on Giles' head, turned it slightly so that the pink and blue ribbons fell to the back, and then stood back to admire her handiwork.
Helen picked up the handkerchief and offered it to Giles, you can tuck this in your sleeve or your knickers, as you wish" she said to him generously. Giles stared at the small white square of cotton with the multicoloured butterflies embroidered on it and sighed. He took it from Helen and tried to tuck it into one of the short sleeves of his dress, but it kept falling out.
"Knickers, then" said Helen helpfully.
Giles lifted his dress a little at the side, and tucked the handkerchief inside the waistband of his knickers at his hip.
"Oh this is just too precious" said Helen clapping her hands together.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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