The Boy Trap Part VIII

The Boy Trap

Part VIII

(Excerpt from ‘The Boy Trap’ FEMINIZATIONS Magazine)

Finally the day had arrived. The day when Simon would embark on his exciting new career at Sentinal. He had hardly slept a wink the night before, such was the anticipation, as well as the significant dose of trepidation that he felt about starting his new job. It was a heady cocktail.

The alarm sounded at seven o’clock but Simon was wide awake when it sounded. He had already decided to take his breakfast in the coffee shop opposite the Sentinal office and by the time he had got ready and stepped out of the house it was past eight o’clock.

He caught the occasional glace at himself in store windows as he strode down towards the city centre. Looking resplendent in a brand new white shirt, black pants and mirror-like polished shoes, he felt supremely confident.

How could they possibly resist him in the office? He thought to himself.

After reaching the CBC building he took a quick breakfast and made his way across the lobby to the elevator.

‘You’re very keen?’ said a voice from behind him.

He turned around to see the familiar face of Imogen as she stepped into the lift after him. He glanced down at his watch and realized that he was fifteen minutes early.

‘Well, it’s my first day, so I thought I’d better make a good start,’ he replied.

‘You’d better make a good start,’ she said with a wry smile.

Simon followed her into the office and he was directed to the familiar surroundings of the room where he had been interviewed. After completing the the final pieces of paperwork he was now formally a Sentinal employee.

‘Okay,’ said Imogen,’You’re all set.’ As she handed him his security pass.
‘The card won’t work at the security points until Wednesday. So you’ll have to stay close to whoever you are working with for the next couple of days.’
‘Okay,’ he said, looking down at the pass.
‘Ah, right on time!’ said Imogen enthusiastically.
‘This is the new one?’ Said a voice from behind.
He spun around to find a tall, slim woman standing with her arms folded, smiling broadly. She was wearing a pristine, white ribbed turtleneck and dark, tight fitting pants. Her dark, shoulder length hair was pushed back under a matching white Alice band.
‘I’m Tanika,’ she said. Holding out her hand.
‘Simon,’ he replied, as they shook hands firmly.
‘Follow me,’ she said.
They took the rear elevator down to the ground floor. The corridor which had seemed so quiet the previous week was now a hive of activity.
‘Tammy told me that you really enjoyed the photo-shoot last week,’she said as they walked.
‘Yes, it was great,’ he replied.
‘That’s good,’ she said,’Because you’ll be doing another one this morning.’ Simon beamed with excitement.
They reached the entrance at the end of the corridor. There were two large clothing racks with white plastic covers over them. ‘Grab that one,’ said Tanika, pointing to the first rack.
Simon followed her back down the corridor,pulling the rack beside him.
She swiped her card at a door and they both entered a large room which resembled a clothing store. There were four or five other women on the far end of the room who seemed to be picking out items from the long racks of clothes
‘I want you to transfer everything on here to the main racks,’ said Tanika,’Try to match the style and length as best you can.’
‘I’ll be back in about an hour,’ she added, gesturing to the clock on the wall as she turned and left the room.

Simon pulled back the plastic cover, revealing a rack full of skirts in a multitude of lengths and styles.  He glanced around the  room before slowly removing one from the rack. It was a knitted tube skirt in beige. Nervously he glanced around again, everyone else in the room seemed to be engrossed in what they were doing themselves. He held it up against himself to check the length, which went all the way down to his ankles. He looked back at the rack and noticed there were several more of the same design in a variety of colours.

He gathered them all up and started to look for a suitable place to put them. After a few minutes browsing the long lines of skirts he noticed some which were of  the same style and length and arranged them all according to their colour and size. Gradually he began working his way though the rack, slowly becoming more familiar with which style of skirt went where.

Just then he noticed a girl on the other side of the room. She had her back to him and appeared to be doing the same job as him, but instead of hanging items on racks she was arranging garments on the shelves which ran down both sides of the room.

She had the most amazing hair he had ever seen. It was cut into a shoulder length brown bob which gently swayed back and forth every time she moved her head before falling back into place perfectly, the lighting of the room accentuating it’s softness He was almost hypnotized by the movement.

As he walked around the room he would glance over incessantly, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face to the point where could hardly concentrate on what he was doing.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder,

‘See something you like?’

He spun around to find Tanika standing right behind him. At first he thought she was referring to the girl that he was staring at. She raised an eyebrow before pointed down towards his body. He looked down and realized that he was holding a skirt up against himself. He could feel his face burning up as she grinned at him.

‘It’s time for your shoot now,’ she said ‘We can choose some skirts for you later.’

He bowed his head in embarrassment as he followed her towards the door.

‘Kimberly!’ Tanika shouted to the girl on the other side of the room. She turned around and strode over to them.

‘This is Kimberly,’ She said, ‘She will be helping us out this morning.’

Kimberly smiled back, giving him a small wave. She was even more gorgeous than he had hoped. That perfect bob of hers that been distracting him all morning looked even better at close range. It was parted deep to one side so that it fell seductively over one side of her face. She was wearing a tight black turtleneck and leather skirt. He could hardly contain his excitement as he looked her up and down.

‘It’s going to be great working here.’ he thought to himself.

They entered the studio and then into the same changing room cubicle that he had used the previous week. He removed his clothes and then was about to put on a robe as he done before when Kimberly suddenly stepped into the cubicle behind him with a shoe box under her arm. Immediately, he turned away and tried to cover his manhood with his hands.

‘No need to be nervous,’ she said, ‘Just relax.’

She gently put her hand on his behind and slowly turned him around.  He could feel his excitement building as she moved behind him.

‘Put this belt on’ she whispered.

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. He could feel himself starting to become erect as she started to gently pull what felt like socks up his legs. It was only when he could feel them go past his knees and up his thighs that he sensed something was wrong.

He opened his eyes immediately and looked at his reflection in the mirror. To his horror, he saw that the belt she had put on him was in fact a garter belt and the socks were actually thigh high stockings. He stood there, frozen, as she pulled them tight and clipped them to the garter belt. He looked down nervously as Kimberly slowly lifted the lid off the box.

‘No, I can’t.’ he said, in an almost pleading voice.

‘You can’t what?’ Kimberly replied as she took out a pair of high heel pumps.

‘Those shoes,’ said Simon,’ I can’t wear those.’

‘We use these to train people in how to walk the catwalk properly,’ Kimberly replied, ‘Both male and female models use these to get the correct posture.’

Simon looked down as Kimberly smiled up at him, twirling a shoe in each hand.

‘Come on,’ she purred, stroking his stocking-clad leg, “It will be fun.’

Unable to resist any longer, he slowly he raised one foot and then the other. Kimberly slipped the shoes on him and secured the straps tightly around each ankle.

Simon was shaking in fear as Kimberly led him into the studio.

‘Here we go!’ shouted Tanika as they both entered.

In the middle of the room was a woman standing with her hands on her hips confidently. She was dressed in a bright red ribbed turtleneck and black pants and wearing a pair of black large rimmed glasses. Her black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

‘This is Toni,’ said Tanika, ‘She’ll be taking the shoot today.’

‘Stand over there, ‘ said Toni, pointing to a white backdrop.

Simon walked over to the backdrop as instructed. Still feeling self-conscious, he was covering his manhood with both hands.

‘Put your hands on your head!’ said Toni, gesturing upwards.

‘That’s good, keep them up!’

She took the camera from her shoulder and began to take photos of him, as the other two moved closer.

His training was about to begin…..

Emma x