Melvyn is Outfitted in Kilt Korner
 
The bell jingled, telling Miss McLeod that a customer had entered from the street. She stood up from the boxes of tights and panties that she had been putting away and squeezed between ruffled shirts and blouses to the main aisle of the shop. She arrived at the same time as her assistant, Jennifer Dundee, and after a combined glance towards the door, they looked at each other and grinned.  
Kilt Korner is a jewel of a store for mother's of boys who are to be kilted, especially in their late adolescence. Hidden down a side street of Stirling, in the shadow of the castle, its quaint proportions mean that all of its stock must be displayed. Staff and customers alike must push their way between blazers, kilts, petticoats and blouses if they are to see anything at all. On this occasion, the customer and the kilted boy had moved no more than five yards from the street.  
"Yes. I can see from your displays... of delicate lingerie and close fitting, rather girlish looking blazers, that you may stock the alternative apparel that I am looking for. I want Melvyn to be... prettier. I find the more traditional kilted styling too masculine, if you see what I mean."  
"Melvyn, behave!" she snapped. Her face had a hard line to the jaw as she glowered at her son. "I do not want to punish you in public." She spoke to Miss McLeod: "Do you have canes in your attractive establishment, for use on boys who resist? "  
"I see Master Melvyn is in a petticoat," observed the proprietress, and she turned him to face her, lifting the kilt to explore. She found a white nylon half slip scattered with little roses and ribbons with two inches of lace round the hem. An audible gasp came from the boy. "That gives his kilt a pleasing spread, and is plain to a woman's eye that he is under your firm control, if I may say so."  
This time the boy gave a whimper but stifled it and gripped his fingers into tight fists of self-control.  
As Miss McLeod withdrew, the boy's mother asserted her control over her son. "Stand perfectly still, Melvyn, and be undressed. We may need to go right down to the skin if I decide that you will be corseted."  
"Some mothers like their boy's legs to be in pantyhose, visible between his stockings and the hem of his kilt. Or in Melvyn's case, the lace of his petticoats, for I have a new style of flared kilt in mind for which I earnestly recommend putting him in several petticoats."  
This touched a nerve in the adolescent boy. A whimper drew the eyes of all three women and they saw the trembling on his lips. This helped the mother to decide.   He was completely undressed by Jennifer and stood with his knees pressed together and his fingers laced in front of his erecting genitals. Of the two corselets, Maureen picked the white satin one which finished short of his groin and had six garter straps with which to hold the welts of his stockings. She wondered about the 'emptiness' of the cups, and agreed to have Melvyn put into breast forms - quite sizeable ones - so that the corset cups were stretched to their limit in a divided, lace covered bust. The effect was appealing to all the females, but as they remarked on how feminine it looked, the boy burst into tears and had to have his eyes dabbed with a handkerchief by Miss McLeod. His mother selected a pretty panty in white satin with lace details and ruffled leg trims, especially since it had a darling chemise top to the waist to match. Jennifer fastened the buttons for him at the back.   Miss McLeod had a widened style of kilt in a smooth, woollen material that incorporated pink into the Stewart tartan. She brought a selection of blouses to go with it as the boy stood and cried pitiably in the middle of them, with Jennifer wiping his eyes at regular intervals. He was dressed in some of the blouses, and had the kilt held in front of him to gauge the effect. Eventually he was put into a white silk blouse with a generously ruffled jabot beneath his chin, designed to take a brooch in its heart, while the blouse buttoned down his back and through the two French cuffs at the wrists.   The kilt required several petticoats, in nylon net, so that once a silk petticoat was slipped over them, a wide spread of skirt flared from his waist to receive the pink, Stewart kilt. The length chosen allowed an inch of petticoat lace to show all round the hem. Instead of the usual kilt pins, Miss McLeod suggested a column of three silver brooches to match the brooch at his throat, and there were earrings to complete the set. When it came to Melvyn's blazer, it was found to button the girls' way, with silver buttons in a double breasted style, with a very narrow waist so that it fitted his hips, waist and bust to a T. Over his dark stockings went a pair of white knee socks, to be worn with white Mary Jane shoes with a hint of pink, and on his head a pink satin Tam O'Shanter beret, sloped girlishly to one side.   The hapless boy was in copious tears as his mother left Kilt Korner in high spirits, having parted with far more money than she had ever intended to, but with a boy who knew perfectly well who was in control of him and his dressing. Most shaming of all was the firm erection making a tent in his pretty white satin panties as his petticoats swished and frou-froued over them.     THE END
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