Boys Like Ours

by Rosie

 

"Are you going out tonight again, James dear?" my mother asked.

"Yes, why? Something wrong?" I replied.

"Oh, nothing, dear. It's just that I was feeling a bit lonely, I thought you might want to keep your old mother company," she said.

"Sorry, mom, I already made plans for tonight," I said, "I'll try to be back early, though. Bye."

I took a few steps beyond the doorstep, then my conscience got the best of me.

"Look, mom," I said as I returned to the living room, "I can't stay tonight, but if you want, we can spend time tomorrow."

"Oh, that would be lovely, dear," she said, "Well, off you go."

 

When I woke up the next morning, I wasn't as excited about the promise I made as when I made it, but what could I do about it? And anyway – still far from financial independence at twenty four, keeping promises was one of the few ways I could convince my mother that I was growing into a trustworthy young man.

"Are you busy today?" she asked me over breakfast.

"Not particularly," I answered, "Why?"

"We're having a tea party this afternoon. You should start getting ready early enough," she answered.

As I heard the words 'tea party' my blood froze inside my veins.

"Tea party? Please mom, anything but that," I pleaded, "I really mean it. Anything."

"As much as I'd like to take up your offer for your promise you'd keep me company every evening," she smiled, "I can't. I've already invited aunt Vera."

"Please mom, you can't do that. I'm not a child anymore," I objected, though already resigned to going through with her wishes.

"There's nothing childish in helping your mother organize a tea party," she replied, "And I really don't care for that name you've been using lately."

"Sorry, mummy," I said sheepishly.

"That's better," she said happily, "Now, if you have anything to do, do it before noon. We'll have something to eat, then we need to start getting ready for the party."

 

Not having anything serious to do, I helped my mother prepare a light salad. I glumly sat down at the table to eat.

"Here, cheer up a little," she said and poured me a glass of white wine.

Knowing there was nothing I could to do get out of the tea party, I slowly sipped on the wine and nibbled on the salad.

"Don't bother with the dishes," she said when we finished, "I'd like you to take a shower and get yourself smooth. I've put the cream on the edge of the bath, can't miss it. So are the razors."

"Okay," I said and got up from the table.

"You can sulk all you want now," she said, sounding not as pleasant as she did a minute ago, "But if you keep on the long face when the guests are here, I'll give you something really to sulk about."

"I'm sorry, mummy, I won't," I apologized.

"I hope not," she said, "I'll meet you in your bedroom when you're done."

 

I let the hot water run, stepped in the tub and started crying. Not very strongly, though, a few tears flowed down my cheeks, that was all. Anyway, I didn't have the time for such things. After I shampooed my hair and rinsed the soap off my body, I turned the tap off and started applying the depilatory over my legs. Although there wasn't much hair anywhere else, I spread it over my chest, arms and my back, as much as I could reach it. As I waited for it to do its work, I took the razors and shaved my armpits. After hesitating for a while, I shaved off my pubic hair as well.

When I stepped out of the bath, there wasn't a single hair on my body below my neck. I dried myself off, then wrapped my shoulder length hair in a turban, put on a silk robe that was hanging on the wall and went to my bedroom.

Mummy wasn't there, but there was a pile of clothes laid out on my bed. I untied my robe and put on the pink satin bra she had left for me. Then I put on the matching garter belt, rolled on the pink pearly shine nylon stockings and attached them to the garters. Over them I pulled on the panties from the same set and finally a full slip. I put the robe back on and sat on the bed.

Mummy arrived after a few minutes.

"Sorry it took me so long," she said, "But I've finally found what I was looking for. Now, if you'll take off your robe…"

Without getting off the bed, I let it slide down my shoulders.

"Oh dear," she said, "You've already put the lingerie on. I'm sorry, but you'll have to take some off."

"Okay, mummy," I said, stood up and let her take my slip off. Next she took off my bra.

"The stockings, too," she said and I proceeded to take them off.

"Now," she said, producing a small tube. She unscrewed the cap and applied some of the cool gel over my chest. Next she took two breast forms from the bag she brought with her and applied some of the gel over them.

"Hold still, darling," she said and carefully pressed them over my chest, "Hold them like this for a minute while I put your bra back on."

Then she wrapped a corset around my waist and started tying it.

"Hold your breath, dear," she said as she tugged on the strings.

I could only take little, shallow breaths when she was done and my waist was considerably lower.

"Isn't it too tight, mummy?" I asked worriedly.

"Far from it, dear, I think I could shave off an extra inch, matter of fact," she said, "But I don't want you to be too uncomfortable. It is your first tea party after a while, anyway."

I didn't want to think what she meant by that. Instead, I took the bottle of red nail polish she handed me and tried to paint my toenails.

"Ooh, I don't think I can bend down to my feet anymore, mummy," I apologized.

"Oh, right," she said, "I should have let you do this before I tied you in. Well, never mind. Luckily, I have two bottles. You can do your fingernails while I do your toenails."

She was done much sooner than me, so she began putting my hair up in rollers. That didn't take her long, either, though long enough for me to finish my nails and let them dry.

"There," she said, "Now get up, let me have a look at you."

"Can I put the slip on first?" I asked.

"Oh, don't be so shy," she said and circled around me, ending with her focus turned on my panties.

"Why didn't you tuck?" she asked, flicking the tip of my penis through my panties.

"I thought I'd do that in the end," I said.

"It would be easier if you did it now," she replied, "In fact," she said, stepped behind me and pulled down my panties. Then, without giving me even time to object, she reached for my penis, pulled it back between my legs and pulled my panties back up.

"All done," she said, "I think the polish is dry enough to put your stockings back on. Why don't you put them on…"

"I can't, mummy," I said.

"Right, the corset," she said and kneeled down by my feet.

When my stockings were clipped on the garters again, she let me put on the slip, and the robe, then I followed her to her bedroom. There, she helped me put on my dress. It was a floor length princess style gown, made of purple satin with masses of pink petticoats under its full skirt. When she finally hooked all the fasteners on my back, she buckled the shoes on my feet. They were pink with a four and a half inch spiky heel. Standing up, the hem of my dress came to just an inch above the floor.

"Now, I trust you can still do your makeup?" Mummy said, "I have to get ready myself. I'll come by to brush out your hair."

I went back to the bathroom, took a bunch of cosmetics and went to my bedroom. I sat behind the vanity table and started working on my face.

 

Mummy was kind enough to open the door herself while I made the tea. Considering the circumference of my skirts, it might have been better the other way around, though in the end, nothing got broken. By the voices I heard from our living room, I could tell auntie Vera didn't come alone. Both pleased and frightened by that, I took the tray and carefully made my way to the living room.

 

"There he is," auntie Vera called when she saw me. Along her were both her children – her eighteen year old daughter Sarah, her twenty six year old son Robert – and her husband Steven.

Auntie Vera was dressed similarly as mummy, a dark purple pant suit with a black blouse while mummy was wearing a bright blue blouse with a darker blue pencil knee length skirt. Sarah was quite a young lady, in her cream colored pants and red silk blouse, she was very attractive. Though what really got one's attention were aunt Vera's men. Robert wore a gorgeous floral print taffeta dress, with puffy elasticized sleeves and a large bow at the back while Steven wore a long black skirt with a white opera top that displayed his breasts. Both their skirts were very full and they wore petticoats underneath them.

I bobbed a curtsey to auntie Vera and cousin Sarah each, then kissed with the men.

"Shall we sit down?" aunt Vera asked.

"In a moment," mummy replied, "Let me just pour first. If I remember correctly, you take two sugars and Sarah one with some cream. And plenty of both for the boys."

"Of course. Which one would you like this time?" aunt Vera said.

"I think I'd like Stevie to sit with me this time," mummy answered, "And what about Sarah?"

"She'll be with her big brother, right?" Vera said.

"Sure," Sarah replied.

"Well. That leaves me with my favorite nephew, I guess," auntie Vera said, stroking my face gently.

After mummy had poured the tea, the women sat down, each on her own couch. Then, accompanied by loud rustling of our skirts, us men took our places in the laps of the women.

"My, my," auntie Vera said as she helped me arrange my skirts after I had placed myself in her lap, "It's been so long since I've last seen you dressed properly. Matter of fact, since I've last seen you at all."

In response, I submissively hugged her around her neck and laid my head down on her shoulders. Even though it really has been a long time since my last tea party, I knew how I was expected to act. Auntie Vera reached for my cup and I lifted my head so she could bring it to my lips. I took a few sips of the sweet creamy drink, then she dabbed my lips with a napkin and I sunk back to her embrace. As the warm liquid reached my stomach, I began to relax and enjoy the silky caresses of my clothes. I felt my aunt's hand caress my side and I reciprocated by burying my head even deeper in her shoulder. In my soft slip and the puffy petticoats, now wrapped tightly around my legs, I almost forgot how reluctant I was to get myself in this position. Suddenly, I caught myself even purring with pleasure. Everyone laughed at this, even the boys. Embarrassed, I lifted my head up again, looked around. Mummy was holding a cup to my uncle's mouth and Sarah, after having fed her brother a chocolate, sipped her own tea.

"So, as I was saying earlier on, Sylvie," aunt Vera said to mummy, "We're all going to see Bobbi off at the camp and are staying there for a week or so. I thought you and Jamie would like to come along."

"That's very kind of you," mummy answered, "What do you say, Jamie. Doesn't it sound nice? A week's vacation?"

"I guess," I said meekly. I wasn't too keen about the idea but there really wasn't much I could do about it.

"Bobbi will be spending at least two months at the camp this year," Vera continued, "Maybe Jamie could join him? Huh, what do you think, sweetie?"

I looked at her in horror.

"Come on, Jamie, it will be fun," Robert said.

"I…, I…" I began to stammer, "I don't know. Two months seems an awful lot of time. I don't know if I can stay that long."

"I think you should go, dear," mummy said, "It will do you good, and me, when you get back. What were you planning to do, anyway?"

"Well, I meant to take some exams," I tried to talk myself out of it.

"Still fooling yourself with that college?" uncle Steve said from mummy's lap, "Come on, boy. You're only wasting your time, and you know it. You'd do much better if you went to the camp and actually learn something useful. You can still waste your time at the college when you get back."

I sighed as I realized that nothing I had said would convince them not to send me to the camp. It was time I pulled the ace card from my sleeve.

"I have a girlfriend," I announced glumly.

"Do you now?" mummy cried, "How come I never heard of her?"

"I was going to tell you about her," I began.

"How long have you been seeing each other?" mummy asked.

"About six months," I admitted.

"And you never once in all this time mentioned her to me?" mummy went on.

I could only shrug in response.

"Maybe he's only making it up so you won't force him to camp," Sarah said.

"I'm not," I objected.

"Well now? Does your girlfriend have a name?" Sarah asked me.

"Joanne. Joanne Perkins," I said, "You want her telephone number?"

"I do," mummy said, "Not that I don't believe you, but…" she turned to uncle Steve, "Stevie dear? Could you fetch me the phone?"

His skirts rustling, my uncle got off her lap and scurried to get the receiver of our cordless phone.

"You're in big trouble, young man," aunt Vera said to me, "Either for lying to us or for not telling your mother about your girlfriend. Better prepare yourself to be spanked soundly."

"There'll be enough time for spanking later," mummy said as she took the phone from uncle Steve. After he had placed himself back into her lap, she dialed the number I told her.

"Hello? Is this Joanne? Joanne Perkins? Hello, my name is Sylvie Rosenberg. I'm sorry to interrupt you in whatever you were doing, but my son here claims to be you boyfriend. Yes, James, that's the one. Really? Lovely," she covered the microphone and nodded to the room. Aunt Vera, although still looking a little displeased with me, smiled to me pleasantly.

"Listen, have you planned anything important for today?" mummy went on, "I know it's a short notice, but could you pay us a visit? Splendid. Oh, I don't mean to trouble you, but could you dress up? You see, we're having a sort of a formal event today, so… No, no, nothing like that, don't worry. It's just that if I let my son wear what he wants to, he always puts on some jeans and a washed up t-shirt and that sort of outfit really wouldn't do here, but… You were? I'm beginning to like you already. See you in half an hour, then. Bye."

"Please mummy," I almost cried, "I don't want her to see me like this."

"You should have thought of that before," she replied bluntly, "If you brought her home earlier, on your own, none of this would be happening."

"There, there," aunt Vera whispered in my ear as she cradled me comfortingly.

"Well, how about that for a change of plans?" Sarah said.

"Oh, I don't think that much has changed in the long run," mummy replied, "But let's first meet Joanne. Then we'll know where we stand."

"Boys?" aunt Vera said to her husband and son, "Since we're expecting company, why don't you two make yourself useful and fix something nice to eat? When Joanne comes, we'd like to have some words with her on our own first."

 

Pacing nervously around the living room, I counted seconds until the doorbell rang.

"I'll get that," mummy said.

I looked at aunt Vera and Sarah. They nodded encouragingly but that did little to help me calm down.

"Hello, Mrs. Rosenberg," I heard Joanne say.

"Please, call me Sylvie," mummy answered as they walked towards the living room. I saw Joanne dressed in her yellow flower print skirt and blouse set. The blouse had padded shoulders and billowy sleeves, the skirt was pleated and came down to her knees.

"This is my sister, Vera Rosenberg, and her daughter, Sarah," she said, pointing with her palm accordingly.

"Pleased to meet you," Joanne said.

"The pleasure's all mine," aunt Vera said, "I've finally lived to see the day my nephew finds a girlfriend."

Joanne giggled and turned back to mummy.

"Well, I don't suppose I have to introduce you to my son. Or do I?" she said, turning to me.

"James?" Joanne said after she looked at me for a few moments, "My God, that is you, isn't it?"

"Hi, Joanne," I smiled weakly and, while feeling utterly foolish, curtsied prettily

"What's the meaning of all this? What's going on here?" Joanne said.

"Let me explain," mummy began, "You see, when Jamie was a little boy, we used to have little tea parties. We'd both dress nicely, have some tea and cookies, all in all, we used to have great times. Then, as he became older, he had less and less time for his mother and the tea parties happened less and less frequently. However, to make up for the loss of quantity, we put on even prettier clothes. Today is Jamie's first tea party since quite a long time and my sister has come to honor the occasion. Her whole family has, as a matter of fact."

Joanne stared at us in disbelief.

"Please, sit down," mummy said, pointing to an empty couch.

As Joanne sat, mummy took my arm and pulled me down on her lap.

"Boys!" auntie Vera called to the kitchen, "Come here for a second."

"Joanne, I'd like you to meet my husband, Stevie, and Bobbi, my son," she said when they finally stood in front of her.

They smiled shyly and curtsied almost simultaneously.

"Boys, this is Joanne, Jamie's girlfriend," she said.

"Hello," Joanne replied and watched with curiosity as they climbed into their wife's and sister's lap.

"So, Joanne," mummy began, "Since Jamie hasn't even mentioned you until today, I really don't know anything about you."

Joanne began telling mummy about herself, how she was just about to graduate and already had several good job offers, how she was planning to move into her own apartment, general stuff in short. By the time she was finished, it seemed that she had already gotten over the shock of seeing me, and other men, dressed as we were.

"I'm impressed, I must say," mummy said, "Now, there's another important subject we should discuss."

"Yes?" Joanne said.

"What about Jamie?" mummy said.

"What about him?" Joanne replied.

"First, do you want him to sit with you? I'm sorry, I've been rude, I should have offered it sooner," mummy said.

"Well, okay," Joanne said, and turned to me, "Want to sit in my lap, Jamie?" she cooed.

Eagerly, I slid off mummy's knees and placed myself on my girlfriend's, wrapping my arms around her neck as I did so. She laughed and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Seriously now," mummy continued, "Now that you've seen the other side of him, so to speak, do you still want him?"

"I don't know," Joanne said, "He does make an awfully pretty girl, but I'm not sure that's what I'm looking for in my partner. After all, I fell in love with him as a man, not as a girl."

"I understand your reservations," auntie Vera said, "I felt the same way when I was your age. However, think of this – do you really need a husband? As a professional woman you're sure to become, do you need someone to look after? To fix meals for and clean after when you're home from work?"

"I never imagined my marriage like that, to be honest," Joanne replied, "I kind of expected that my husband, whoever that should be, would do his share of housework."

"Right," aunt Vera said, "That will really happen. And what about when you have children? Who'll look after them?"

"What my sister is saying," mummy interjected, "Is that you don't need a husband but a wife."

"I beg your pardon?" Joanne said.

"Yes," aunt Vera said again, "A wife who'll stay at home and take care of your every need."

"I suppose you're right," Joanne said, "But really, I'm not into women."

"That's what I'm taking about," aunt Vera continued, "A male wife. Jamie would be the perfect wife for you. He's handy in the kitchen, knows how to keep a house neat and clean and best of all, he's obedient. He'll do what you tell him to do."

"Hmm," Joanne said, starring into empty space for a moment, "You know, that does sound tempting. I never liked housework anyhow."

"See?" auntie Vera replied, "Now, there's one more thing. We were planning on sending Jamie to a special camp for boys like ours."

"Camp? What sort of camp?" Joanne asked.

"A camp where boys learn to be better at what we expect them to do. Basically, a course for housewives. They learn to cook, sew, things like that. Also, it's great fun. Gives the boys a chance to spend some time among the likes of them, without being judged by ignorants," aunt Vera explained.

"Plus, they have a great medical team," mummy added, "For cosmetic surgery and hormonal changes and things like that."

"Sounds like fun, but isn't he a little old for that? I thought such things were for teenagers?" Joanne asked.

"Oh, no no no," aunt Vera replied, "Last year I even sent my husband there for a month. He had the best time and the medical staff over there helped him with his hormone imbalance he had after I had him grown his tits."

"I see. How long would this take?" Joanne inquired further.

"We were thinking of about two months. That's the time Bobbi will spend there, but if that's too much for you, a month would be sufficient," aunt Vera answered.

"No, no," Joanne said, "Two months is fine by me. I need some time alone anyway. The graduation, then the moving. He can stay there even for three or four months if you ask me."

"Great. Then it's settled," aunt Vera said, "You know, you can visit him any time you like. In fact, all of us are going there to see the boys off for a week. You'd be more than welcome to come along."

"Sure. I could really need a short vacation. And I'd like to check the place out, anyway, before you leave my future wife over there," she said, nudging me playfully, "I have one question, however. Does he have to keep dressing like that?"

"To be hones, Joanne," mummy said, "If we have him stay there for four months, I really want him to grow his own breast."

"What?" I almost yelled, "You didn't tell me about that!"

"Shush, Jamie, the women are talking," Joanne said, then turned back to my mother "No, I meant does he really have to go on dressing like a fairy princess? That can be pretty embarrassing. I'd like to be able to take my wife out to the movies without being stared at. Plus, he has good legs. He should show them off a bit."

 

The End.

  

  

  

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