After being forced into the supplementary undergarments, our lead is brought up to speed on the state of males in this future society. Men are kept as “house boys” among society’s elites and it’s a huge status symbol to care for one. The more ostentatious their dress, the more of a status symbol they are. All house boys are well taken care of and the shame of yours being poorly looked after would get you drummed out of the social scene.
Now that’s he’s starting to get dressed, his benefactor puts him into boots that are locked on the dress’s platform. His feet are forced practically down by the boots heels and shape and she places rings on his ankles that seem to not touch his skin but have the shoes locked in place. She collects more rings from a case and places them on his waist and hips and then thighs before telling him that these will help him adjust to a new posture and gait until it comes naturally. The gown is unlocked and the material on the front seems to peel away to create an opening. He can see that inside, almost every inch is filled with a thick, almost cloudy fluff that’s simultaneously packed in tight but also light and flowing. She guides the dress around him and he feels the fluff envelop him before the dress seals back closed, leaving no sign of an opening. When the boots are unlocked from the platform, the skirt’s fluff is packed so tight, the best he can move is a small heavy step. There’s no risk of falling because the whole gown is so full that it stays propped up on its own. A cinched belt under his padded chest making him appear quite ample, combined with two big puffs on his shoulders brushing against his face restrict his vision.
His benefactor walks back in front of him, fussing with puffing out bits of the dress and making sure its padded curved are on display, but she beams. This is clearly a moment she’s been waiting for. Pleased with her work and her new friend, she shows him around the rest of the manor. His room and several spaces around the manor contains lifts between floors so he doesn’t have to struggle with the stairs in his current state. As they enter the flower garden, his benefactor takes a seat and is eager to learn about the world in his time. He reaches for a chair and she gives him a little titter. Oh dear no, he just wouldn’t fit. He’ll quickly learn how to lean back and let the gown support him.
As the sun sets and the pair finish their meal and chat, they head back to the manor. He eyes the craft they arrived in and she catches him. Even IF he could get inside without help, he has no idea how to pilot it, its bound to her identification, and the dome shield wouldn’t lower without her authorization. No need to be silly and it’s time to rest.
Back in his room, he slowly makes his way up to the dress’s platform and it opens for him. He’s able to peel himself free of the gown, but the cloudy fuzz stays stuck on him. She pats him off the platform, letting him know that the gown will be cleaned and refilled for the morning. She wraps a furry white nightgown over the fluff and shows him how to roll into his bed. It’s plush and gives way as he plops inside, before wrapping back up and holding him in place. It’s been an exhausting day and carrying around the gown has left him sapped, and he’d be loathe to admit it, but the fluff is extremely soft and comfortable.
Over the ten day week, he’s acclimated to his position, learns more about this new society, and shares answers to his benefactors questions while she furiously scribbles notes and corrects mistakes in her theories. One morning, she announces that they’re going to have drinks with the neighbor and her house boy. He’s had plenty of time to come into his role and his company would do wonders for the house boy. Loading him into the craft, the track takes them to the next domed platform and the manor within. This one replaces the gardens of theirs with pools and countless fountains. The two women greet each other with hugs and his benefactor passes on notes she has compiled from her questions. They both seem thrilled and the neighbor welcomes him with hearty hugs and praise. The clacking of heels on the manor’s marble floor announces the arrival of the neighbor’s house boy. He apologizes for the delay in his greeting and we can soon see why. He too sports an enormous gown, but one whose bustle extends far back, creating a trailing tent that bounces and wobbles with each step. On top of his head is a towering baroque updo of layer after layer of hair that requires the strictest of posture to keep from toppling him over. He smiles with bright red pouty lips and gracefully extends a hand to the guest, which is about as close as the two can get without their gowns bouncing off one another. The neighbor wistfully sighs and pats our lead’s gown, asking her house boy if he remembers when he used to wear such tiny dresses.
The four chat and shares drinks and a light meal before the neighbor inquires whether our lead will be ready for the shows now or are they waiting for next season...