She came back into his room with paper, a couple pens, measuring tape, stuffing, a pillow case, tights, hair bonding glue, a file folder, athletic shorts, spanks, a tube sock, and four pairs of pantyhose.
"Well… let's get to it." She told him.
She had him strip down to some tight shorts, and made him stand with one arm across his chest. She measured from where they wanted the pads to start, going from a couple inches below his hipbone to almost his knee. She marked it on the folder, before going back, and measuring his hip, starting at where his front pocket started by his zipper, and stopping where his back pocket started.
She sketched it out, letting him watch, and drawing almost a half heart with a flat bottom.
"What's that?" he asked, watching her sketch it.
She didn't look up from drawing it. "It's going to be your hip pad. You're super slim, and we're going to give you curves. It'll look even better because of your small waistline. Then we're going to make butt pads." She explained, and he looked at her like she had six heads.
"How do you know so much about this?" he asked her, confused. She was obviously a girl. There was no doubt about that.
"My friends." She said simply. "Most of them are drag queens or transvestites"
She cut it out, then traced it twice on the white pillowcase, then settling the pattern on his bed, saving it for if he wanted to make more. She used the glue to put the edges together. This was quick. She'd sew it later. She left an open space, and started putting the stuffing in it, filling it not tightly, but making it big.
She did it all again , using the same measurements as the first time, and when she was done, she measured from the outsides of his back pockets, then drawing it, but cutting it in half, vertically.
She made those pads, and two circle pads, but then it got to a touchy subject. "Umm… here's where it gets a little awkward. You have… parts... that we need to... hide " she said, not knowing how to explain it to him. Yeah, she knew how to do it, but that didn't mean she could tell him exactly how.
He nodded. "Your embarrassed. You can't explain." He said, not joking. This was one of the important times, that he got to be venerable. Only around her. He'd never let anybody else see him like this.
"Then you do it. I mean, not like you haven't seen 'male parts' " he said, using his fingers to make air quotes. She shrugged and went to get duck tape, toilet paper, and a pair of old boxers. She walked back in with the stuff, then cut the waistband off., cutting the foot and ankle off the tube sock.
"This'll be uncomfortable for a while" she told him, threading the waistband through the sock.
"What's that?" he asked her, looking at it like she was going to strangle him with it.
"A gaff. It's going to keep everything in place if the tape doesn't hold." She said, then looked up at him.
She sighed, kind of nervous "Gonna need to take those off, and wrap your shaft tightly in toilet paper" she told him, putting herself into business mode.
He looked at her like she had a second head, but snapped out of it and did as she said. She looked out of the corner of her eye. 'Well, damn' she thought. Her brother was well endowed. When he was done, she told him to sit back in a chair with his legs spread, but before he could, she stopped him.
"I lied. I'm sorry. I do this for my job, mot waiting tables"
He looked surprised, but smiled. "At least you know what you're doing." He told her, and sat in the chair. She walked over to him and got on her knees. She moved his shaft so it was against his stomach.
"Relax, this won't hurt" she told him, and caught his festivals in her hand. He gasped, but didn't move as anew pushed them up slightly and started rolling up the loose skin, pushing them up more as she rolled them. They were against his pelvis, and she pushed them up at the same time, pushing them in to the pockets for them that were there. They usually were only there when it got cold, so it was an awkward feeling for him.
He squirmed a little, not having been used to the feeling. She looked up at his face, completely used to being in this position with men so she could teach them.
"Shift forward, grab your shaft from between your legs, and pull it back so it's against your body" she told him in a monotone voice. The same voice she used when instructing every other client she taught.
He did as she told him, surprised at her tone. She got the duck tape, and cut off three pieces about a foot long, and one about five inches. She put one in his other hand.
"Start near the base, put this on the toilet paper, and pull back" she told him, moving his hand, showing him where to start it. He did that, and repeated it with the other two. When he was done, she had him stand up, and she put the smaller piece at the ends, holding it down. She held out the gaff, and letting some feeling into her voice, going back to normal.
"Step into this, one leg on each side of this part" she said, tapping the sock. He did it, and pulled it up. "Put the shorts on, then the spanks" she told him, like she was explaining it to a five year old. She smiled innocently when he glared at her, and she waited for him to finish. When he had them on she put the long pads in the sides of the spanks, then the smaller ones under the bigger, the smaller ones pushing out the bigger, and making it look bigger.
She put the butt pads in, and made sure everything was even, then helped him get into the rest of the tights. He looked at himself in the mirror. "Wow, it looks like… your amazing" he told her, and hugged her.
"Just wait. It gets better." She told him, and made him sit in a chair, getting out some makeup and brushes.