Clothes for him (Alex sub - BBC/feminization)

Mary then had a sudden realization. She remembered that Alex had grown out of most of his clothes, and that they needed to go shopping for new ones.

"Hey, dear, I just remembered something. We need to get you some new clothes! How about we go shopping today? It'll be fun, I promise." She said, trying to sound cheerful. But Alex noticed that it was not a question. She was announcing what they were going to do.

She didn't wait for his reply. She already knew that Alex wouldn't have much of a say in the matter. He was still her boy, and she was responsible for taking care of him.

"Come on, Alex, let's go," she said, taking his hand and leading him towards the store. "I always wanted a chance to buy in this new store, you will love it. And I'm sure we can find you something nice!" She said, leading the way.

Alex watched with horror as his mother carried him towards a store called "Mommy's Baby Boy Boutique." He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was she really taking him to a place like that?

"Mom, no, please," he protested, but she only shuckled and tightened her grip on him.

"Oh, come on, Alex. Don't be such a baby," she said. "You'll love it here. They have the cutest clothes for good mommy boys like you."

As they walked, Mary couldn't help but feel a little bit smug. She knew that Alex would probably prefer to be doing something else or buy his clothes alone in another place, but she thought to herself, it would be a good opportunity for them to spend some time together. She had been so busy lately, and she was looking forward to having some quality mother-son time. And anyway, he needed new clothes.

"Okay, Alex, here we are," she said, as they arrived at the store. "Let's see what we can find."

The store, "Mommy's Baby Boy Boutique," was a quaint and cozy place, was painted in soft pink and blue colors, and a tasteful sign with the store's name and an image of a mother breastfeeding her son.

When Mary and Alex entered, they were greeted by the sound of soft music and the warm, welcoming scent of lavender. The walls were lined with racks of clothes, arranged by size, style and color.

On one side were plush, comfortable rompers and overalls in various colors and prints, as well as soft, breathable T-shirts and pajamas. In one corner, there was a section of the store devoted to accessories: cloth bibs, hats and even pacifiers.

But on another side of the store were more normal clothes, such as formal pants and plaid shirts.

The store was well lit, and the walls were adorned with pictures and posters of mothers and sons enjoying their time together, building a stronger bond between them. It was clear that the store catered to a niche market, one that was focused on nurturing and caring for adult men in a motherly way. but there was something about it that Alex didn’t like.

They were greeted by the clerk of the store. Offering them a warm smile. "Welcome, ma'am. Would you like to look around and see if there's anything that catches your eye for this young man?" she said, pointing at Alex.

The clerk was a tall figure. Taller than Mary, who was taller than Alex. She was an imposing presence in the room. Her body was voluptuous and strong, with a round belly and thick thighs. Alex noticed that despite her size, she moved with an infectious grace and energy. And it was impossible not to be drawn to her cheerful personality and powerful voice.

Her breasts were even larger than Mary’s and she wore a low-cut blouse that showcased her ample cleavage. Her curves were accentuated by the tight pants highlighting her hourglass figure. And she was wearing a small apron with the store colors.

Mary returned the clerk's smile with one of her own, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she glanced around the store.

Alex, feeling a growing sense of discomfort, interjected, if he wanted to go out of that store it had to be in that moment. "Excuse me, ma'am," He began. "I don't think we can find what we're looking for in this store." He looked the clerk straight in the eyes, trying to assert some semblance of independence, but his thin frame and youthful features seemed to disappear in the presence of the towering clerk.

Mary was about to scold him for being impolite, but before she could say anything, the clerk leaned down and gently squeezed Alex's right cheek with her hand, her tone taking on an infantile tone as she cooed, "Aren't you a cutie? So polite and smart! You did a good job raising him, ma'am" she said, talking again only to Mary.

Mary's expression softened, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as the clerk praised her and her parenting skills. She put her arm around Alex shoulder while the clerk continued to speak only to her.

"Yes, I am very proud of him," Mary said, squeezing his shoulder."He is my little boy."

The clerk then began to explain the type of clothes they sold in the store.

"We specialize in clothing for adults, ma'am. This little guy is going to be a bit of a challenge, don't you think?" She said, giving Alex an appraising look up and down.

Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment and inadequacy as the clerk's gaze lingered on his thin frame.

"Yes," Mary replied casually, "He was always too small in every way." She let out a small laugh, but Alex couldn't find any humor in the situation.

"It's going to be a bit difficult to find something that fits him, but I'm sure we can do it" the clerk said, already turning her attention away from Alex towards his mom.

Mary followed the clerk, leading Alex by the hand as they ventured deeper into the store. He trailed behind them, feeling like a burden as the two women talked about his clothing options.

"Let's start with the children's section," the clerk said, gesturing towards a small section of the store. "It's the only place where we might find something that fits him."

Mary and the clerk stepped into the children's section, leaving Alex to trail behind them. He felt like a fish out of water, surrounded by clothes that were far too young for him.

"This is going to be a challenge," the clerk said, surveying the racks of clothes. "But I'm up for it. After all, I've seen it all." Mary nodded, smiling at her confidently as Alex looked on. He couldn't wait to get out of that store.

As the two women were looking between the racks filled with clothes, Mary's eyes lit up as she stumbled upon a teddy bear sweater.

"Oh, my goodness, Alex! Look at this!" she exclaimed, holding it up against her chest. "Isn't this just the cutest thing you've ever seen?"

The clerk nodded in agreement, "That's perfect, ma'am! It would look adorable on him!"

Mary pulled the sweater over Alex's chest, and much to her delight, it fit him perfectly. Alex, however, was not as thrilled. He frowned and crossed his arms, looking up at his mother and the clerk with a sense of defiance.

"I'm not going to wear a teddy sweater," he said, looking them in the eye. But the women seemed undeterred. The clerk simply patted him on the head with an affectionate gesture.

"Now, now, little one. Don’t interrupt when adults are talking."

With a sigh Mary said, "Well, anyway, we'll save it for another time. It's never too early to start a collection." The two women resumed looking at clothes for Alex, while he stood to the side. He realized that his attempts at defiance were pointless. The two women were in control, and he was just along for the ride.

The clerk, with a keen eye for detail, quickly found a pair of brown pants that she thought would be a perfect fit for Alex. She pulled them off the rack and, before Alex could object, she was already placing them over his legs.

"Now let's see how these look on you," she said.

Mary also joined in on the examination, taking a step back to take in the full effect.

"I think it will look good on him," she said thoughtfully. "Let's add these shirts too." She grabbed a few plaid shirts and placed them on top of the pile in Alex's arms.

"Is there somewhere he can try them on?" Mary asked.

"Yes, there are some dressing rooms in the back on the right," the clerk replied, pointing towards the corner of the store.

Mary patted Alex on the back and told him to go there to try on the clothes and he obliged. Happy with the idea of take distance from the two women. At least for a while.

As Alex made his way to the dressing room, he noticed that there were not many people in the store at the moment. When he reached the dressing room he saw that it consisted of a dark hallway that led to several small compartments. Instead of doors, the compartments had curtains.

He went to the first compartment he found empty and before entering, he stopped to analyze the curtain. Just like the drawing before, the curtain was printed with the image of a mother breastfeeding her child. But the image on the curtain was more detailed. You could see the mother's nipple and a little milk splashing from her breast.

The mother in the image was similar to his own mother. But the child wasn't any similar to him. That thought gave him strange feelings, but he couldn't decide why, so he decided to leave it for later and go into the dressing room at once.

Once he was inside, he finally had a moment of peace and quiet. The weight of the clothes in his arms seemed to dissipate as he put them down and began to undress.

He slipped out of his current pants and shirt, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on him. Finaly he was alone. He took a moment to breathe and think about what had just happened.

But the peace did not last longer. From outside the dressing room, he began to hear the distant sound of footsteps approaching. The steps were faint at first, but as they drew closer, he could distinguish two voices.

The voices growed louder, they were the clerk and his mother, the clerk was talking about how to deal with a "tough child" or a "rebel one".

"Yes Mary, when you have a tough child or a rebel one, you have to show him who is in charge. You have to be dominant." The clerk was explaining.

"Yes, I think you are right" His mom was saying.

What the heck they were talking about? He was not a “rebel one” Why was his mother listening to this woman?

But before he could process the situation, the curtain to his dressing room was abruptly thrown open, and the clerk stepped inside, followed by Mary. The small room suddenly felt even smaller with three people in it.

He stood there, against the wall. Suddenly feeling exposed in just his boxers, as the clerk held up more clothes she had picked out for him. "Let's see how these fit," she said, her tone business-like and unwavering. Alex's mother looked on; her expression unreadable.

He tried to cover himself as best as he could, one hand on his chest and the other shielding his crotch. His face completely red.

The clerk let out a derisive laugh, at the sight of Alex covering himself as if he were an embarrassed little girl. And Alex saw a small smile playing on the corner of his mother’s lips as well.

"Now, now, pretty. How do you expect your mom and I to see how these clothes fit you if you cover yourself all up?" The clerk said in a childish tone, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Put your arms down," she then ordered, her voice becoming sterner.

But Alex didn't listen. He was now raising one leg to protect his crotch even further. The clerk, however, was not to be trifled with. With a swift movement, she grabbed Alex's wrists, forcing him to lower his arms. Alex tried to struggle, but the clerk was much stronger than he was. In the end, he was left standing up, in just his boxers, with his hands at his sides.

The two women took a moment to observe him, their eyes scanning him up and down.

"You see, Mary? With unruly boys like this, you need a strong hand. But if you raise them right, they end up being adorable little guys, like this cutie here" the clerk said, giving him another squeeze on his cheek.

“Now I see you were right, Alma” His mother conceded. Apparently, they became friends the moment he left them alone.

Alex's face burned with shame, and when he looked down, he saw the little bulge in his boxers. He tried to cover himself, but immediately heard the clerk's voice. "No, no. Keep your hands at your sides, pretty." She said, her voice sweet but threatening underneath. Alex had **** but to obey.

“Alright, let's get this cute boy dressed! I think we'll start with some new underwear, then move on to pants and a shirt. What do you think, Mary?"

"I think that sounds like a good idea.” His mother conceded. “Alex, honey, do you have any preference for underwear?" Mary asked, but the clerk intervened immediately.

"No, no, Mary. Remember what we were talking about. You're the one in charge, you shouldn't give the boy options. That way you get him used to not having room for mischief and you don't overexert his little brain by making him think. Since you decide for him". She was saying as if was the most obvious thing in the world. And for Alex disbelief, Mary nodded.

"I see you've been dressing him in boxers so far" The clerk continued. "We'll have to change that; we should start dressing him in briefs. That way he'll feel more comfortable, and the thought will sink in his mind, he will be less rebellious and cause less trouble. Believe me, I know how these little guys think." The clerk said, pulling out some plain, small white briefs, holding them up for Mary's approval.

Alex looked at them speechless and wasn't even sure if they were his size. They looked too small.

"Perfect," Mary said with a smile, taking the underwear from the clerk's hand. "Now, let's get these on you, honey. I think it's best if you take those off." She said, pointing to the boxers Alex was wearing.

He felt both embarrassed and defiant, shook his head.

“No, Mom. I don't want to being naked in front of you two" Alex replied. But then the clerk decided to take matters into her own hands. Caught off guard, Alex was unable to react before the clerk reached for the waistband of his boxers.

Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled, igniting a fierce struggle between the two parties. Alex, trying to keep the remnants of his dignity. The clerk's vice-like grip. His fingers cling to the hem of his boxers, **** to keep it in place. But the clerk was relentless, her grip unyielding as she slowly tugs the fabric downwards.

With every inch the clerk gains, Alex's embarrassment grows, fueling his determination to keep his boxers from being entirely removed. Yet, despite his best efforts, the clerk's strength begins to overpower him. The elastic band slips lower and lower, inching its way towards Alex's knees.

"Okay, little boy. Now I want you to keep your arms at your side” the clerk commanded authoritatively. “And I don’t want more troubles, I am tired of your defiance. Do you understand me?”

Defeated and utterly embarrassed, Alex reluctantly complied, his face flushed with shame as he put his arms at his sides again.

His cock was now exposed to their gaze. Suddenly, the clerk, squatted in front of Alex, and took a moment to study his dick, her gaze lingering on his most intimate part.

Alex's cock was hanging between his legs like a pitiful afterthought. Small, limp, and devoid of any strength, it seemed to be the embodiment of his current predicament. The clerk was so close that Alex could feel her breath brushing against the skin of his penis.

Alex watched as the clerk casts a disdainful glance and as if delivering a verdict, her lips curled into a mocking smile.

Then, all of sudden, the clerk reached out and cupped his cock in her hand. Fully covering his penis and his balls. Alex was speechless again. Her hand was large and strong, dwarfing his pitiful manhood. She held him firmly and unyielding.

The clerk's fingers encircled him completely, her thumb brushing lightly against his delicate scrotum. It was a touch that Alex felt crude, possessive, and somehow… arousing.

Alex's body tensed as the clerk's hand kept cupped his whole dick. He felt a small tingle, a flicker of arousal, which caused his penis to give a slight twitching movement. But it was quickly extinguished by his fear and shame. At the end he remained soft and limp in the clerk's hand, unable to respond to her touch.

"When I greeted them out there you told me that he was never big in any way" said the clerk looking at Mary in a mocking tone. With Alex cock still cupped in her hand. "Now I see it's true!" She exclaimed laughing.

Mary allowed her gaze to wander in Alex most intimate part as well, but there was no judgment in her eyes, only understanding. She took a step towards her son, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, My love. We're here to help you," she told him soothingly. “Don’t worry about anything. Mommy is here”

“Okay, let's do this” said the clerk at the time she released her grip on Alex's cock, leaving it flop in the air. Alex let out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing as the clerk's hand left his skin.

Then he saw his mother bending over, pulling his boxers completely off his knees and putting the new pair of briefs between his legs.

"Mom, I can do it myself," Alex said, his voice low and ashamed.

But his mother, with a determined expression took control of the situation. "Nonsense, honey. I'm here to help," she said, pulling up his briefs, plain white and ill-fitting.

She helped him step into them, her touch gentle but firm as she tugged them up over his hips, pulling them into place. Giving him a pat on his hips. A gesture of love and affection. The briefs were tight, too tight for his liking.

When she had finished and he thought it was finally over, her mother suddenly reached for the little bulge between his legs and began to adjust it in a motherly way so that it would fit perfectly.

"Mom, please," he begged, trying to pull away, but she held on, her grip strong and unyielding.

"Hush, honey. I'm almost done," she said, her voice filled with kindness that only made him feel smaller, weaker.

She finally finished and let go of his bulge. Resting her hands on his hips. "There, all done," she said, her voice filled with a motherly pride, as if she had just helped him accomplish something great.

He couldn't return her pride. "Thank you," he muttered, his voice low and ashamed.

After putting the briefs on Alex, the clerk saw her chance to help again. She didn't bother asking for his opinion, reached for a yellow button-down shirt, and with a swift and confident movement, she slipped one arm into it, then the other.

She worked efficiently, focusing on making sure that the shirt fitted perfectly on Alex. She adjusted the sleeves, making sure they were the right length, she buttoned up the shirt, making sure the fabric was smooth and lay flat against his chest.

As Alex stood there, his mom walked over to the pile of clothes on the bench. She picked up a pair of brown pants and bent down again, putting the pants between Alex's legs.

"This pair of pants are so beautiful, dear.” she said, as she took one end of the pants and handed the other end to the clerk. "On three, we pull. One, two, three!" his mom said, as they both pulled up the pants.

Alex felt a sense of embarrassment as his mom and the clerk pulled up the pants at the same time. The rough fabric of the pants rubbing against his skin.

Alex's mom then proceeded to button up and zipper up the pants, taking her time, and making sure that everything was in place. She then pulled up the shirt, tucking it into the pants.

She patted the shirt down with her hands, smoothing it out, her touch firm, and invasive. pressing it against his skin, making sure that it was tucked in perfectly. As if he was a child, getting dressed for school.

Alex couldn't help but feel infantilized, as if he was losing control over his own life.

When The clerk and Alex's mother finished dressing him, they couldn't help but stand back to admire their work. Alex looked undeniably handsome in his new outfit-the dress shirt fit him perfectly, accentuating his slimness, and the pants hung perfectly on his hips. Somehow giving them a feminine form.

His mother couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in her chest as she looked at her son, knowing that she had helped make him look so handsome.

The clerk, on the other hand, was feeling a sense of satisfaction as she looked at Alex, knowing that her taste in fashion had once again paid off. "Well, aren’t you a little and handsome gentleman," she said, smiling warmly at him.

"Yes, you are. You are my little gentlemen" his mom agreed, beaming with pride. "You look just like your father when he was your age”. She leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead, her touch gentle, and loving. “Well, just a bit smaller *giggle*"

The clerk couldn't help but interject, "Oh, he is absolutely adorable. He's going to turn heads; I just know it." She ruffled his hair playfully, “You know, cutie pie," The clerk continued, bending down to put her face just in front of Alex "I think you should wear this outfit to the park today. You'll be the prettiest boy there."

"Thank you," Alex said, feeling a mix of embarrassment and happiness as he received the women's praises, his face turning red and his gaze downcast. Almost as if all the shame he just went through was worth it.

After finishing, admiring their work of art, Mary looked at her watch and said, "Well, it's getting late, and we should probably head to pay for these clothes.

The clerk nodded in agreement, adding, "Yes, I’ll go set up the cash register.”

Mary turned to the clerk. "Great, I’ll stay here to help Alex to undress, I don't want him to make a mistake and ruin the new clothes before we've even bought them. You know how clumsy they can be”.

The clerk smiled, "Of course, I know” she said, giving a condescending smile to Alex.

As the clerk walked away, The Mary turned to Alex, "Alright, honey, let's get you out of these clothes before you mess them up. But don't worry, we'll get you dressed up again in no time."

Alex felt like a mannequin, being dressed, and undressed at will. But somehow, he felt happy receiving all this attention and love from his mother. Also, this way he was keeping his mom happy.

With his mom's help, he quickly changed back into his old clothes. Once they were finished, they headed to the cashier to pay for the new outfit.

" I'm glad you liked the clothes Mary. Hope to see you soon to help you again to choose clothes for the little one. “

"Sure thing, Alma" Mary said with a smile. “See you soon!”

As Alex and Mary walked out of the store, the clerk turned to Alex and pinched his cheek, saying, "Goodbye, my little fashionista!” In a cheerful tone, but with a mocking grin on her face.

Alex felt his face flush with embarrassment as he mumbled a goodbye and hurried after his mother.

Mary didn't seem to notice anything wrong, taking his son hand in hers and leading him towars their car. Chatting animatedly about the clothes they had bought and how great they would look on Alex.

As they drove home Alex was thinking that being spoiled and pampered by his mom and other women wasn't so bad after all. Even if it meant being treated like a stupid kid and incapable of anything from time to time.

As that thought flooded his mind, he suddenly felt another tingle in his penis. Like when the attendant had his cock trapped in her hand. And he hastened to stop thinking about it.

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