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Date Posted: 13:18:22 11/10/21 Wed
I Was A Professional Page-Boy
Chqpter 1
Hi! I'm Jamie, and I'm a boy. I kinda have to tell you that 'cuz Jamie can be a girls name too, but my Mom says its more for boys. I remember when I was 9 and I was a page-boy for the first time. It was for Aunty Cathy's wedding and I couldnt believe how many people thought I was cute I guess that gave my Mom some ideas, 'cuz it seemed like I was needed as a page-boy lots after that! I told you about it before, it was the very first time I wore tights that thin. Stockings (well... my cousin Andrea called them pantyhose) tickle!! I think I walked on my toes all day that day, hehe.
Anyway, after that, it seemed lots of ladies wanted to 'borrow' me so I could dress up for them on special days. Mom even got money for it! She got most the money 'cuz she has to buy my clothes. But I always got some so I could buy nice things or toys for myself or my new friends. My old friends used to make me play war and football but I always felt shy doing that. Mommy introduced me soon after that first wedding to some other kids that are way more fun. They are little gentlemen, like I was learning to be, she said! At first I kinda thought they were a bit sissy even for me but no way! They are very nice, especially Tommy. Him and me got to be 'twin' page-boys lots 'cuz we've always had same color hair and look alot alike.
Just a month after that first wedding I woke up on Saturday morning and got called to the bathroom. I had to get a bath every morning then 'cuz I got no control when I sleep. That night I remember I must have slept real deep 'cuz I pooped my diaper in my sleep too. While waiting for mom to say the bath was ready I sat on my bed in my fleece pjs and peed some more. My poopy diaper was so squishy, but you got to pee in it to make it feel nice. I was rubbing my bum back + forth when she came in to get me. She laughed and said how she thought I'd be doing that for along time, and shes right; I still like poopy wet diapers! I can clean myself up now that I'm a big boy but when I was 9, Mommy did that.
She told me then that me and Tommy were going to be twin page-boys for a very rich lady who was having a party. I remember how much she scrubbed me, my skin was pink all over after! My winky got all tickly and excited too, 'cuz I like Tommy, and I knew we'd get to wear fancy dress-up clothes so we would look nice. Mom dried me off and shook baby-powder all over me; I love how that stuff smells! It makes your skin all soft and almost slippery-feeling, even though its not wet. My tiny winky sure liked it too! All inch and a half of it poked right out to point in front of me, hehe. She just tickled it and joked, 'It's not polite to point, Jamie'. She was giggling though, so she wasn't mad!
Right then, the doorbell rang. It was Tommy! He lives just a 1/4 mile up the road (we are on the outskirts of town) so he skipped over by himself; his Mommy was not well that summer. He was wearing just a pair of lycra shorts and sandals, as his clothes were already here. Mommy let him in while I stood naked in the hall. He hugged her hello and then came and hugged me, too. I like Tommy lots. He rubbed his hand on my skin and said how soft I felt; I told him its 'cuz of the baby powder. He hugged me again and my winky was rubbing on his lycra bike-shorts and it felt so funny! Then my mom told me to go put on the panties on my bed (she says my fancy-clothes undies have to be panties, you know, like girls wear, 'cuz rough boy-undies would not look right). I went to my room and pulled them up. When I let go a little cloud of powder puffed up from around them. It smells so nice!
I heard some water running and a few moments later Tommy came in, naked like me, with fresh-washed feet and legs. Mom said he got dusty on the way, and Tommy hates to be dirty, just like me. I passed him his panties and he put them on. Mom told us both to go potty, then. We held hands and went to the toilet, pulled down our fresh panties and decided to go at the same time. Tommy thought it'd be fun to aim each other, so his hand came in front of me and using his thumb and pointer finger, held the sides of my winky. So I did the same for him, and we peed until we were empty. We blotted the tips very carefully so not to get dribbles in our white, brand-new panties. With a puffy cloud of powder we tugged them up and scurried to my room.
Tommy saw what was on the bed and immediately began to squeal. Boy hes got a high voice!! It sounds like a little mouse when he squeals, but Mom says I was no different. I think Tommy likes old-European page-boy outfits. We got hats to wear, and Tommy saw the long, beautiful feather that was attached to each fancy hat. Mom let him tickle me for a moment with it and then helped us with the tights. First she checked our toenails for any sharp points, and Tommy had to get his filed a bit. The tights slid right up our legs, mom says thats 'cuz they are totally hairless and having powdered skin makes them slidey. The tights had long tops; Mommy made sure they were tugged right up, so the tops came way up high, right over our chests. They were not very thick, but they were not at all see-through; Mom says the word is Opaque. They were just pure white. Then we got these cute jackets to wear, with no shirt. The jackets had rounded bottoms that just came down to the bottom of our tummies. They had lots of big buttons. They had a close-fit peter-pan collar with rounded edges, and long sleves that ended with white frilly things. I asked mom about pants or shorts but she said page-boys in this style dont need them; the tights are the pants. I was worried about that but Mom had us look at each other and the tights were opaque enough you could not hardly even see a bump from our winkies. She says this is a 'classic page-boy' look that was used for kings, in castles, for centuries! Tommy and I waited downstairs for my Mommy to get dressed up pretty. We sat on the couch together so our legs touched. I like holding hands with Tommy. He's still my very best friend.
Chapter 2
So I was sitting with Tommy and holding hands, like I was telling yesterday? And it was neat, 'cuz our legs were swinging, and our feet would touch over + over again, and I think Tommy likes that, 'cuz he'd sorta rub his against mine, hehe. I liked it too. We were watching cartoons (sponge bob, hes still one of my favrites!), and giggling together. Mom came downstairs all dressed up, and Tommy said "Wow! Your mommy looks like a princess!", 'cuz she was dressed up nice in a white outfit.
Actually, Tommy said it kinda more like "Wow! your mommy wooks wike a Pwincess!", 'cuz Tommys got trouble saying R-sounds. I can do them but I lisp. Mommy says its not a big problem so we don't worry about it.
Then she took tommy's little feet in her hands and told him to point his toes. She slid these little white socks over his tights-covered feet, and then put on the shinyest, deepest black leather shoes I ever seen. I knew from before they were called Mary-Janes. Tommy flexed his feet and smiled as my Mommy carefully did up the strap over the top of his foot. She told me to stop wiggling and let her put my shoes on. I didin't even know I was wiggling! I guess I was excited hehe.
She told us that we needed to have one thing different between us, so the lady who was hiring us could tell us apart, 'cuz we had matching page-boy haircuts. She was going to have different colors for our feathers but instead she had different shoes for me. They were soft, floppy looking slippers. Mom told me they are called split-sole ballet-slippers. They were black like Tommy's shoes but not shiny. I pointed my toes like a ballet-boy for my Mommy and she slipped them on. They were soft! Tommys shoes made a neat "Click-clock, Click-clock" sound while he was walking about. Mom said that would help the lady know where we were. My shoes needed to make a sound too, so before she did the laces up (well, they looked more like ribbons), she slid these little, tinkly bells onto them. Then she wrapped the ribbons one time around my ankle and tied it up for me. I stood up and while she held Tommy close to her to make him stop dancing about, she had me walk across the room. The ballet slippers felt so nice on my small feet, and I could hear the soft "Tinkle, tinkle" of the bells as I walked. I felt a bit shy about that but Tommy thought they were neat. He reminded me it was just so the lady could tell how far away we were as we walked about this afternoon serving tea and snacks to the ladies she was having over. That cheered me up, especially when he kissed my cheek and told me he wished he got to wear my shoes instead. Maybe we could trade later, as a trick on the Lady! That made us giggle for sure!
As it was dirty outside and we had to stay perfectly clean, Mom had some over-sized rubber boots for us to slip our legs into. They were brand new so we stepped way up and into them, and clomped around the front door in them, giggling like mad. Then we got into the car to go and be Page-Boys for Mrs. Caruthers, the lady who would be our boss for the day.
Me and Tommy held hands and skipped to the car. I liked the clomp-sound of our shiney-yellow rubber boots... and my tights-covered legs felt all bouncy inside them. Mommy is mega-safety-concious, and because I was under 90 pounds (I just got bigger then 90 pounds last summer! Mom says I grow slow 'cuz of stuff the Doctor is helping me with) I got to sit in a huggy car-seat. She had a special one made for me to share with my best-friend Tommy. It lets us sit side by side. Our feet were swinging in the air, and I pointed my toes and wiggled my feet so my rubber boots slipped off. Tommy did the same, and I used my feet to play with his while we talked. I felt the giggles start, and soon I coulnd't help it at all... Tommy was NOT helping, 'cuz he kept tickling the soles of my feet with his shoes cute little strap-buckle! Soon tho, I guess my eyes shot wide open 'cuz he stopped and immediately whispered "no, no, not now, Jamie", and his fingers reached over to pinch my willy, 'cuz he knew I was about to pee. I took a deep breath and said "ok, its ok now", and he let go... thank gosh I didin't wet!
"Now children", Mommy said from the drivers seat, "The lady who will instruct you today is Mrs. Ryleyson. You should call her Madam, though. You will spend much of your time standing or sitting carefully beside the serving table, or beside and behind her, wherever she is sitting. I'll be there for you in the kitchen. We are here; out you come!"
And with that, wet we got out and stood by the car. Mommy adjusted our 'hose', as she called them, making sure the tops of our long tights were right up to our armpits, and the brocade jackets perfectly arranged. Mommy had a bag with her, with what I suspected were replacement tights if one of us had an accident. The 'hose' felt thin, but was not see-through, and I doubt they would hide any pee-pee accident we could make . Tommy and I held my Mommys hand and walked to the front door. The gentle tinkling of my bells made me feel so special, like I was an elf or some kind of creature like that. I think it made me nervous a bit, because when Mrs Ryleyson answered the door and Mommy nudged me to introduce myself, I dropped a nice curtsey like she taught me, but my voice squeaked when I replied "Jamie, Madam". She stood there holding a hand to her cheek as she smiled the biggest most friendly smile I ever saw as she stared at me and Tommy. I blushed, but Tommy was blushing more, and I felt his hand slip into mine as we stood at attention before her. "What lovely, pretty boys", she said. Her hand dropped to smooth my tights along my bottom, and she patted us both to urge us along inside. I almost purred as we scurried in, and she had us sit at the receiving-bench by the door. Taking my left foot in her hand, she lightly brushed the soles as she tickled the little bells on my ballet-slipper ribbons. "You have adorable little feet, Jamie, I won't be able to mix you two up I see! I understand you are not twins, but my goodness, the resemblance is uncanny... Lets get those Mary-Janes brushed off, Tommy", she finished as she let go of my feet and quickly brushed the hard soles of Tommys shiny shoes. She took our hands and led us into the most ornate living-room I ever saw! She knelt down betwene us and with one hand on each of our lower backs, she gently stroked us as she explained our duties, just like Mommy described earlier. I felt so at ease and relaxed with this stranger-lady already, and so did Tommy. She set us at a small love-seat with a low bench in front with a picture-book on top, and told us to just sit quietly while she talked to my Mom. We could over-hear some of their conversation.
"...the most well behaved boys I've seen in some time.... You realize, of course, this mode of dress has a distinct effect on the psyche of a young boy....Noticed a difference soon after we started dressing Tommy like this, he was a complete hellion two years ago.... elimination of regular television and popular modern music, Jamie has not ever seen a video or violent act on TV since.... I know enough others who would hire either boy that they could be employed full-time, actually..."
Chapter 4
... and on and on they went. We got so bored! Finally they came back and saw us wiggling. Thats when I noticed that Tommy sure was doing more than the "I'm bored" wiggle. Tommy was doing the "I'm about to pee" dance! Mommys hand flew to her mouth as she rushed over and snatched Tommys hand that wasn't holding his panicking, desperate little willy. Wanting to see how this would turn out, I scampered as fast as I could ahead of them down the hall to the 'water-closet' as Madam called it. Turning around once inside and peeking down the hall, I saw Tommy slam on the brakes, causing my Mom to turn to look, and as Tommy stood there knock-kneed and wide-eyed, his pee-pee let fly, making a visible squirt bubble out into a stain of darkness on his delicate, french-made hose. His fingers glistening in the spraying wet, he finally let go of his own personal little hose, as the dark-coloured runnels ran their way down his legs. My Mommy then saved the day, with Madam's help. They both bent down and smiled at Tommy, cooing to him as they did. "You tried, didn't you, Tommy?", one said, and he answered, "Yah... I weally did... but I had to go 'cuz of the car wide alweady, an' then you told us to sit quietly, so I didn't ask, an' I didn't know wut to do, an' I'm so sowwy!!"
But Mommy was having no tears from us today! She gave him a fast hug and tickled his tummy, thats what she did, and said, "Well, I've got fresh hose for you sweet-heart, and it's hardly your fault when I know you have a tiny baby-size bladder and never offered you to have a wee when we arrived!" And the Lady of the house added, "And besides, it's happend before company arrived, so no harm or foul, so no tears, give us a smile, you cutey" And she started to tickle his back and bum!
Well, that was it! Tommy collapsed on the floor in a fit of squealing giggles and drained his bladder empty. I joined in by tickling the wet spots of his legs, and thats when I knew that Mrs Rileyson was not going to be an evil lady at all! She scooped me up and off we went to the water-closet. Pulling my tights down to my ankles, she told me to pee, but I didnt have to. Tommy quickly came by and said he knew just what to do. He carefully held it with his finger and thumb an
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