The Bad Little School-Boy       by Sissy Demi

Chapter Eleven

"C'mon girls!" a voice yelled from downstairs. "I'm leaving in ten minutes!" Cristina snarled at Chris to stand up. Shakily, he got to his feet. Cristina glared at him, transferring all her anger at herself for her emotional display to the confused and abused boy. Chris, for his part, was in a semi-state of shock from her warm touch and soft lips. He wanted more but felt ashamed that Cristina seemed to desire him more as a femme boy instead of a normal one. "All right you little sissy," she hissed at him. "Plan's changed." She went to her dresser and pulled a pair of denim cut-offs out and told Chris to put them on. The angry blonde now wanted to humiliate him publically for the private humiliation she had just endured by him. Chris put the shorts on quickly, glad for them not being a skirt. They were short though...  almost Daisy Dukes. Cristina looked at him and shook her head.

"Still too feminine for what I want to do to you," the blonde muttered. "Take them off, too." Chris quickly complied, glad she was obviously now going for a more masculine appearance for him. But, he was now very wary of the consequences he would pay later for it. Cristina made another trip to her dresser and came up with a second pair of shorts for Chris. Walking shorts, she mentioned as he put them on. They were light weight denim with rolled cuffs, just above the knees. A bit tight in the crotch area, unlike the roomier cut of the same type of boys' shorts. She had him add a plain, brown leather belt and nodded her satisfaction at the resulting ensemble. "There," Cristina smiled her acceptance, "I don't think anyone will realize those are girls' shorts. Now for some socks and shoes that fit the style."

A short time later, Chris was wearing calf length sport socks and tannish-brown sneakers made of a suede-like material. Cristina was very happy with the final product. She said that the socks and shoes looked boyish, but that close examination of him would make it obvious he was dressed in girls' shorts and shoes. She chuckled evilly deep in her throat, a sadistic glint in her blue eyes. A premonition of bad things to come swept over Chris, he swayed from the ferocity of it. Cristina maneuvered the panicky boy to her vanity and sat him down facing the mirror. She stood behind him, looking over his head at their reflection. A brush was absently twirling in one of her hands as she debated doing something with his hair. Just as she thought of something she wanted to try, her mother hollered from downstairs that they were leaving now.

Cristina sighed and put the brush down. Grabbing the relieved boy by the hand, she skipped down the stairs to show him off to her mother before they left. "Well, he certainly looks more like a young man than when he first walked in," her mom commented when Cristina asked for an opinion. "Though there is still a hint of girlishness in the whole outfit you have him wearing." She looked askance at Cristina. "I'm assuming you remember I mentioned an appointment earlier?" the elder blonde inquired archly. Cristina grinned and nodded her head slowly. "OK. I'll play along, Honey. Just lead the way!" She grinned back at her daughter. Cristina took Chris' arm and led him out to the car. "Just you wait until we get to the mall, pretty boy!" she whispered softly into his ear.

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