Belle of the Boutique

Hello, my name is Christian Belle and this is what happened.

Being the youngest child always sucked, at least until my older sister went away to college. Thats when life got good. For the last four years I was the only kid in the house. Now that I'm eighteen things were gonna get even better.

Mom and dad had bought me a car as a birthday/graduation present. Well, car is a bit generous. It was a minivan. Still, it was freedom.

Only one itsy bitsy teeny weeny little hitch. There's always a hitch isn't there.

My sister was coming home from college and getting married. Normally I wouldn't give a shit about her life except she never got her driver's license and this is where the hitch comes in. Guess who got nominated to be her god damn chauffeur? Me that's who.

Yeah, I know. Not much of a plot twist I know but trust me it leads me down a certain road.

Don't get me wrong, I do love my sister. I just love her more when she not interfering with my life, or living at home or going on and on and on and on about her fiance or her upcoming wedding.

Seriously, how much could anyone be expected to take without barfing? Mom was almost as bad so I found my peace by not being home as much as possible.

But I was the god damn chauffeur so I had to drive my sister to the bridal boutique and that is where our story really begins.

Now let me tell you something. Fairy tales come in three varieties. The first and simplest are the children's fairy tales and always begin with "Once upon a time." they always end well and everyone is happy. The worst are the ones that start with the phrase "If I'm elected I promise." These always end badly but this isn't that kind of story either.

No, this is the third kind of fairy tale and they usually start with "There I was, minding my own business." You never knew where a story that begins that way is gonna end up.

So, there I was, minding my own business when suddenly out of nowhere...

"What do you mean I have to drive her today?" I asked my mom with what I hoped was obvious contempt, not that it matter. I knew the minute mom mentioned it I was stuck. Still, I owed it to myself to argue, for dignity's sake. Can't seemed to be giving up entirely.

"We've been over this, your sister doesn't drive and you do so be a good brother and drive her and her friends to the Boutique. It's her fitting. You know how important this is to her." mom said.

"But mom." (Okay I know, "But mom" never works but I had to try.) "But mom, Couldn't someone have told me. This is all 'last minute'" I counterted knowing damn well it was useless.

"Look, I don't wanna argue with you so how about this. I give you fifty bucks and let you use my credit card for gas and lunch and you do what you're told and don't complain for the whole day, deal?" mom offered.

Shit, my kryptonite... money. I was powerless in the face of cold hard cash. Plus free gas and lunch. Filling up that behemoth of a minivan wasn't cheap and I was unemployed.

"Fine but I get to pick the restaurant." I countered.

"Just don't get in a crash." mom said handing me a crisp fifty and her credit card.

Hot damn, complaining actually paid off this time, well sort of. I still had to chauffeur the bride from hell around all day but at least it pays. I ran upstairs to my sisters room. Why she still had a room was a mystery to me, and banged on the door. "Get ready Cindy. I wanna get this day over with as quickly as possible. Come on let's go."

"Look turd, my appointment isn't until eleven so deal with it. Plus Jenny, Kate and Tammy are going with us so we have to wait for them to get here anyway." my deluded sister yelled through her door. Clearly neither one of us had yet developed our indoor voices.

"Oh and by the way, mom said I get to pick where we eat so suck on that." I added. I didn't stick around to hear what I assumed was screaming at my last statement.

It was seven thirty in the morning and already the entire day was shot.

Fuck me.

The other girls arrived way too early and like typical women nobody wanted to leave until the last possible moment. But finally, a little after ten thirty we were headed to some stupid bridal boutique so my stupid sister can pay a ridiculous amount of money for a dress she will only wear once. What a waste.

Once there the girls piled out and headed into the boutique. I was about to leave when I noticed and actual "HELP WANTED" sign in the window of the place next to the boutique. Who uses "HELP WANTED" signs anymore? It also said "No experience necessary."

I did need a job for the summer if for no other reason than to get my parents off my ass so I walked in. Despite this being a nice shopping district, the building was some sort of warehouse full of clothes.

"May I help you?" A woman asked.

"Um, yeah. I was driving my sister and her clutch of harpies to the boutique next door and noticed the sign. What kind of job do you have" I asked. Yeah I know, not the best way to start a job interview. Like I said, I did need a job I just didn't actually want one.

"Warehouse mostly and filling orders. Were actually part of the boutique but I promise you won't have to handle any harpies. " She said displaying a fairly good sense of humor.

"Wow, I stuck my foot in my mouth good didn't I?" I said hoping that a little humor on my part might help.

"Not at all. So is your sister buying a dress?" the woman inquired.

"Wedding. And bridesmaid gowns for her friends." I said.

"Well, we do most of our business online and this is where we ship from. It's easier to have everything in the same place. Do you have any problem working with dresses?" she asked.

"Not as long as there is a paycheck in it for me." I said.

She laughed loudly and said, "Spoken like a true boy." And then added, "let me show you around."

And so I got the dime tour. At least that's what my grandfather always called it. Nothing costs a dime anymore.

"Here are the bridal gowns, and over here is where we do alterations. This area here is for packing and over here is where we keep the cross-dressing gowns and costumes." she said matter of factly.

"Crossdressing? Really?" I asked astonished.

"Sure, these days we sell more dresses to men than women. And over here are the bridal diapers. They are one of our biggest sellers and in back over there is where we keep the sex toys. We need a warehouse worker bad. Immigration took our last two." She continued to explain.

Wow, I never knew. I mean sure, everyone knew, But I never really knew. Wow.

"Um, so what does it pay?" I asked still interested. Perhaps a little too interested.

"That depends. Straight warehouse work and filling orders is fifteen bucks an hour. Over forty is time and a half. Saturdays and Sundays is double time and right now we need weekend workers. Modeling work, if you happen to be interested is a straight two hundred plus twenty five for each dress modeled." She explained.

"Modeling?" I inquired and to tell the truth, even I noticed I was way to inquisitive about that but still, I played it off as nothing.

"Like I said, we sell more dresses to men than women these days and they like seeing men wear them on the websites. Not women." She said seemingly not noticing that I had asked perhaps the wrong question... Or the right one.

"So how do I apply? Is it like a website like most job applications these days?" I asked genuinely interested in a job.

"Honey, if you got a pulse and a social security number then your hired. You just fill out the paperwork on the table in the break room and your in." she said.

Wow, that was easy. It took a half hour to finish the paperwork and have her, who finally gave me her name as Ms Johnson, make copies of my drivers license and social security card.

"Excellent, I'll have Jim show you around. He knows what's going on more than I do." Ms Johnson said. Then yelled, "Jim, come up here, I got someone for you." And then added in a normal voice "Jim is the warehouse manager as well as the photographer and videographer."

Jim was a tall somewhat muscled jock sort of a dude. "All right kid, so how did you hear about this job?"

"Saw the sign when I dropped my sister off next door." I said.

"Okay then. So, did Johnson explain things? About what we do?" He inquired and I could tell he was worried I had accepted a job without understanding the somewhat fetish nature of their sales.

"Yeah, I got it. You sell dresses to crossdressers in addition to ladies." I said then added "So what."

"Okay then. Not too much to do today. Normally there is a fuck ton of work to do but since Ignacio got tagged by immigration and I had no one to model for me, I did most of his warehouse work. Unless you want to model?" He said and I swear I saw something in his eyes.

"Um, I'm not really sure I know anything about all that. I'm just a warehouse worker." I said.

"You said your sister was in the boutique right? I'll tell you what. Model for me just for today and I'll let you spy on her through the two way mirror in her dressing room. What kid doesn't want to see his sister naked?" he offered and I had to admit I was interested.

"What would I have to do?" I asked half excited but weather I was excited about seeing Cindy and her friends naked or wearing a dress I wasn't actually sure.

"We go into the studio next to her dressing room and you just put on what I tell you and walk around in front of the video camera. Afterwards I snip whatever I like from the video and photoshop it a little and post it online and while were there you can watch your sister get naked." he explained.

"And I get paid the modeling money too right?" I had to make sure.

"Hell yeah dude, or dudette. You know, whatever." he said then added, you go in to the studio and just wait and watch, I'll be back with a few things for you to model." and then he led me to a very dark room with a mirror for one whole wall and on the other side of the wall was my sis.

And she was wearing a diaper.

"That's one of our bridal diapers. You see, a woman can't go potty while wearing such a big dress so they wear diapers. It's one of our biggest sellers. Strip naked and I'll be back soon." Jim said before leaving me alone to watch my sister.

For about ten minutes as I stripped I watched my sister and all three of her friends, all in diapers, prance around while they waited on the seamstress to bring in their gowns. And they were rubbing the fronts of their diapers obviously masturbating.

Fuck, this was making me hot as hell.

JIm returned with several gowns, some lingerie and to my surprise, a huge, ultra thick diaper.

I wanted to protest but the view of my sister and her friends all diapered with their boobs hanging out had me transfixed and I didn't protest at all when Jim laid me on the floor on my back and proceeded to diaper me.

"Now just walk around while I record you and every now and then I will add some clothing." he said and that's what I did.

I walked around in the room, first just in a diaper but then he added a bra, then a slip, then stockings and a garter belt and then a crinoline skirt. Finally I was in a full blown wedding dress. Probably a more expensive dress than my sister was about to buy.

Jim showed me how to walk and move in a provocative way.

But then I had to stop as things were getting interesting for my sister.

A woman walked into my sisters changing room in carrying a handful of things and said, "What dont you girls play with these for a bit while we work on your dresses." And my sisters three friends each put on a strapon over their diaper and proceeded to fuck my sisters mouth.

I started rubbing the front of my dress and marveled at the thickness of the gown and diaper as I tried to masturbate myself. It didn't even matter that the video camera was still running.

Jim quickly took off his clothes and I figured he was going to jack off to the site of my sisters but he didn't. Instead he sat next to me on the floor by the two way mirror and put his arm around me and handed me a ball gag. "You dont wanna yell and have your sister hear you do you?"

I wanted to say something but all I could think of was "I've never done this before."

"Here, take a small taste before I gag you." he said and like I was in a trance, I took his cock in my mouth and marveled at the hardness of it. Here I was wearing a wedding gown and thick diaper with a real cock in my mouth while my diapered sister was sucking a rubber cock.

He took his cock out of my mouth and quickly gagged me and still I didn't protest. He put me on my hands and knees and still I was okay with it. He lifted the skirts of my dress onto my back and I submitted.

I think I wanted it. Did I want it? I dunno. But I did nothing to stop it. I just let it happen as I watched the lesbian orgy through the two way mirror.

I felt my diaper being pulled aside and then a finger entered me and oh my god did I get turned on. I actually moaned through my gag. He must have been lubing me up.

Then he got behind me for the moment I had....

Was I waiting for it? Was I afraid of it? I don't know.

And he pushed his cock into me and I half moaned and half screamed. I did everything I could to stifle the scream so my sister didn't overhear us. As one of my sisters friends pulled her diaper aside and entered her pussy, I pressed my gagged face against the two way mirror while Jim fucked my ass.

It hurt and I loved it. Now I knew why women loved pretty dresses. Jim took a good twenty minutes to fuck me before he came in my ass and I will never forget the feeling of a load of sperm flooding my insides. It was almost a religious experience.

By the time Jim had finished and pulled out to leave me exhausted and laying on the studio floor, my sister and her friends had also finished and now were actually trying on they're dresses. Still diapered.

I pulled up all the fluffy crinoline as well as the skirts of my wedding gown and rubbed myself through the diaper till I shot my own load.

Jim came back about a half hour later with another gown for me to model. I did still keeping the gag in my mouth. At about the time the girls started winding things down for they're fitting, Jim took the gag out of my mouth and helped me get dressed.

But before he did, he changed my diaper. It felt so weird wearing a diaper under my summer cargo shorts and I felt so self conscious. But after examining myself in a mirror for what seemed like forever, I decided the diaper did not show. Jim said I could keep the dress he had fucked me in as I had lost my virginity in it and made sure to tell Ms Johnson that I had modeled five outfits even though I had only modeled two. He said the money would be in my first check.

As I left the building after my first day of work I went to my minivan. At first I was worried about how to hide the dress and lingerie that went with it and the extra diapers Jim had given me but then I decided to dump out my gym bag and stuff everything in there. It all fit and I dumped all my workout clothes in a nearby garbage can. I got a much better workout in a dress anyway so why go to the gym anymore.

The girls still ended up making me wait forever for them but now I didn't care. Now that I knew what it meant to be a pussy I would be a little more forgiving. I looked closely at the girls when they came up to the minivan but I couldn't see any sign of a diaper on any of them and I hoped they couldn't see any sign of one on me.

"So where do you ladies wanna eat. Mom's buying." I said holding up her credit card.

"Why so nice all of a sudden?" Cindy asked.

"Oh nothing, I just managed to get a job while you were busy with dumb dresses." I explained.

"You, a job. Miracles do happen. Think you'll keep it?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, I think I will." I said after all, I was...

Belle of the Boutique.