Diapered & Dressed

by

Laurie Ann Brown

 

Part 2

 

I spent a fitful night in the nightgown and panties. Waking periodically expecting my Dad to be checking on me when he returned from work. Finally deep sleep took my exhausted body into another world and I slept. The bright morning sunlight streamed it’s harshness through out my room as I cracked open my eyes to see my Mother standing over me with a hand under my nightgown and her fingers inside the leg of my rubber panties and diaper. As I came conscious I realized what she was doing, checking to see if the diaper was wet. It was, also then that I realized that my bottom was drenched in the coolness of wet diapers. I jumped away from Mom’s penetrating fingers.

"Ah.. Ah Mom, what are you doing? I’m awake. I’ll be down as soon as I get dressed, OK?" I fitfully begged, hoping against hope that she had not felt what I was feeling all around my bottom.

Mom looked down on me a little forlorn, shaking her head in that a"tsk tsk" mode and said, "Bobby, I don’t know what to say to you or what to do. Your Father was in your room last night when he came home from work and checked to see what you were wearing. He also checked and found out you wet yourself. He was going to drag you out of bed and paddle you good, but I talked him out of it. I tried to tell him his tactics weren’t working, but he didn’t want to hear that. He was really upset with you."

"But.. but Mom, I.. I couldn’t help it. It was an accident. Honest, Mom, I didn’t mean to do it. Is Dad going to paddle me?"

"No, he’s not going to paddle you, but you may wish he had rather than what he’s insisting upon doing to you."

"Mom, I’m not going to have to wear diapers again, am I?"

"Look just get in the bathroom and get out of your wet diaper and rubber panties. Get yourself cleaned up and we’ll see what can be done. Now get moving and be quiet so you don’t wake your Dad."

I just knew it. I knew I was really screwed now. I slipped quietly into the bathroom slipping off the nightgown and stuffing it in the hamper. I pulled the rubber ruffled panties down and slipped the soggy pinned diaper down my legs stepping out of it. I ran water in the tub and climbed in washing the stale urine smell off my bottom. After washing I got out, dried and wrapped a towel around my waist. I put the rubber panties in the hamper and picked up the soggy diaper like it were a rattlesnake and carried it back to my room not knowing what to do with it. As it was Mom was there with a bucket of water she held out to me and told me to drop my diaper into the bucket, which I gladly did.

"The girls are already up and eating breakfast. I’ve got some clothes here for you that you’re going to have to wear. No here’s the deal. I’m going to let you wear your sister’s panties instead of the diaper. However, before your Dad gets up we’re going to have to get you back in a diaper and rubber pants," Mom said with a very disappointed edge in her voice.

"But.. but Mom, do I really have too. I’ll just stay in my room till Dad leaves and just wear my pj’s, OK? I don’t want to have to wear panties and a dress again. Carol will tease me and tell everyone."

"I’m sorry Bobby you brought it on yourself. Your Dad is very disappointed in you and if we disobey him in this it’s hard to tell what he might do. Now come on and let me help you get dressed. It’s going to be hot today so I got one of Carols old sun dresses for you to wear. See isn’t it pretty, the yellow background with all the flower print on it. And see the lace straps match the lace on the hem. And look I even got a pair of yellow panties from Beth for you that match the dress. And with the full skirt we can get you into a diaper and the yellow rumba panties quickly if your Dad gets up early."

I started to cry feeling really bad for myself. After all, last night was an accident. I mean like maybe yesterday I could have got to the bathroom in time but I didn’t. The tears were not affecting my Mother as she held out the little nylon yellow flowered panties for me and pulled them up around my waist.

I sobbed and she responded, "Shhhh, now be quiet or you’ll wake your Dad. Arms up." As she dropped the dress over my head and arms buttoning it up the back and tying the belt in a bow in back. "Now here you can were these sandals or put the yellow socks on and I’ll get you another pair of shoes to wear."

"Mom, I’m not going to wear girls sandals!"

"OK, put the socks on I’ll be right back."

The sandals would have been preferable as the yellow sock tops were lace tops. She returned and there I stood in a little sundress, yellow flowered panties, lace top yellow socks and white maryjane style shoes.

I was still sniffling when Mom took out a brush and started on my hair saying, "Now stand still and let me see what we can do with your hair. It’s all over your face. I really think we better think about a haircut pretty soon."

She brushed my hair back away from my face and was pulling it back and to the sides. I really was beyond comprehending what was being done. I couldn’t e embarrassed anymore than I was at this point in time. The real shock came when she released me and I got to see myself in my dresser mirror. At first words wouldn’t come. It looked like my sister staring back at me all red eyed from the mirror. Two ponytails secure by yellow scrunchies hung from the side of my head as banks fell nearly over my eyes. "Mommmmm, no, please Mom I can’t go around like this. I look like a girl."

"Well you certainly do look like a very pretty little girl. Now do you want to go running around looking like a boy in a dress or would you rather look like a real girl so people won’t notice you?" Mom retorted. "Come on now and get your breakfast and be quiet," she said as she took me by the hand and pulled me out the bedroom door and down the stairs to the kitchen.

Carol and Beth we’re just finishing their breakfasts and upon seeing me both giggled but Carol started, "Oh my so you do want to be one of the girls after all. Oh Mother, I have lots of hand me downs for little Bobbi," as her giggles turned to laughter.

"Oh, Bobbi you look just like me with your hair fixed like that. And my dress even looks like yours except it’s blue. Oh Bobbi you really look like a real girl now," Beth exclaimed.

"Mom! Make them take it back. Make them be quiet and quit teasing," I whined.

"Alright you two that’s enough out of both of you. Your Father insists he wear this today and I’m not going to put up with this constant teasing and whining all day. No the same rules apply as yesterday. This is to be kept quiet and in the family. Do you all understand? Mom" commanded.

"But Mom George and Emily already know. Why can’t they come over today? We were planning on meeting here this morning and listening to my new cd’s," Carol cajoled.

"Well you let me know when they’re coming and then Bobbi can stay in his room if he doesn’t want to be seen," Mother said.

"Come on and hurry up and eat Bobbi so we can play again like yesterday," Beth pleaded.

And so it was Beth and I were playing house again. Now, every time Mom would pass us she would be reminding me to sit like a girl, keep your legs together, watch bending over… etc. I guess I really didn’t mind the dress physically, anyway. It was just that boys don’t wear dresses and I knew if my friends ever found out I’d be toast. They would never let me play with them again. And playing with Beth wasn’t all that bad. She wasn’t bossy like Carol. However all to soon Carol announced that Emily and George were on their way over. So I left Beth in the front room and sought the sanctity of my bedroom. I pulled out a stack of comic books that I would struggle through trying to read. Even before first grade I was a fair reader.

I could hear the three of them in the room next door giggling and playing various cd’s at low levels such as not to awaken my Dad. After awhile I dosed off into slumber land and the next thing I remember was awakening to the three of them surrounding me on my bed.

"Hey, what are you doing in here? Get out I’m going to tell Mom," I pleaded.

"Shush-up little girl. You’re not going to tell anyone and your going to be quiet. Emily just took your picture all snuggled up with your dolly in your pretty little dress. And your dress was all bunched up so we could even see your panties. If you wake Dad he’ll see you’re not in your diapers and you’ll really get it. And if you tell Mom, Emily is going to show everyone in the neighborhood your picture," Carol sneered at me.

"My God, he does look like a girl doesn’t he?" George remarked. "I don’t know Carol, I think he may even be better looking than Emily and you."

"Geeze Bobbi, why did you let them do it to you? You must really be a sissy," Emily giggled.

I was near to tears and I was flushed with embarrassment from my toes clear to the top of my head. I struggled up in the bed to discover they had placed a doll in bed next to me, which I picked up and threw at my sister. She very deftly caught it. I was pulling at the hem of my dress trying to cover as much of myself as possible from there prying eyes. Emily was just snapping more pictures of me, as I must have made quite a girlish site.

Emily started again, " I just love your hair done that way. Little ponytails look so nice on little girls like you and Beth. Carol why don’t you go get Beth and we’ll have a little girl party. We can paint their nails for them and try different hair styles. Let’s see if we can really make them look like twins. And if they’re real good little girl maybe we’ll even take them for ice cream later."

"Get out of here and leave me alone. I’ll tell Mom, I mean it, I will," I threatened.

"You be quiet," my sister retorted. " You’re coming with me to my room. Emily, you go find Beth downstairs and bring her up to our room. Now come on little girl or I’ll make sure Emily’s pictures of you are all over your new school before you get there too."

George slid towards the door, "Hey, you girls have fun, this isn’t my thing. Maybe I’ll see you all later and see who’s the prettiest girl then."

I was dragged into my sisters’ room of feminine attire. The twin double beds in pink "Barbie" bedspreads and white gauze canopies. The white walls with pink borders around the ceilings were offset with the girls in pink ballerina costumes in the pictured walls. The two closet doors were made of full-length mirrors. Two white vanities and matching dressers sat on opposite side of the room. The carpeting was pink fuzzy knap with white throw rugs. Matching ballerina lamps adorned the nightstands.

"Come on little girly, set down over there at my vanity. Emily can take Beth over to her vanity. Now let’s see what we can do with those nails of yours. Oh and take off your shoes and those pretty socks," Carol giggled. "Being made to wear a dress and diaper is one thing, but I can’t believe you have your hair in ponytails and wearing those lace top socks and Beth’s mary janes."

"I’m not a girl. I don’t want to wear girls clothes and Mom made me dress like this and she did my hair. I didn’t want too and I really hate it," I retorted.

Beth and Emily came in as Carol started pulling out nail files, pink bottles of nail polish, and other strange looking tools. Emily was excited at the prospect of playing big girl. She was all smile as she giggled, "Oh Bobbi we’re going to have so much fun. Emily and Carol are going to put nail polish on our nails, even our toes. And Emily said you’d even try on dress with me just like a fashion show and we could go get ice cream later."

"Oh Beth be quiet, will you? I’m not playing dress up and this polish had better come off real easy before Dad sees it."

I sat hard in the chair at Carol’s vanity and crossed my legs calf over knee to remove my socks and shoes. My short sundress was raised up over my thighs due to this action exposing my yellow flowered panties to Carol sitting on her bed next to me arranging her tools and bottles. I saw her stare turn to a smirk as I realized the exposure this act had presented to her and I was actually embarrassed and my face flushed and turned red. I almost automatically and quickly uncrossed my legs and pulled the hem of my dress back down over my legs.

"Well, I glad my new little sister has some modesty. If your going to wear little dresses you better learn how to sit properly or all the boys will know your whole panty wardrobe. Now stick your foot up here for me and push your dress down between your legs to cover your little panties," Carol teased.

All through the torture I sat silently and Beth and I ended up with our toenails and fingernails shaped cleaned and sporting three coats of pink polish. I was really feeling the embarrassment of the situation but for some reason I wasn’t as irate as I probably should have been. I was looking at the shiny nails on my toes and fingers and barely heard the predictions of my further doom. "You girls just sit still now and we’ll find you some clothes to model for us. Emily, look in Beth’s closet while I find some of my old dresses I think will fit Bobbi. This will be like having our own live "Barbie" dolls to dress," Carol instructed.

Soon both beds were covered in dresses and all styles of girls clothes and shoes. As I came back to reality I began, "There’s no way I’m going to wear any of that stuff. Now get this stuff off my nails. Come on where’s that smelly stuff you use to get it off."

"Oh yes you will do what ever we say. Or maybe Dad would like to see you now without your diaper and your nails painted," Carol threatened.

"Oh Bobbi, please do it. Come on it will be fun. Nobody will see you but us. We’ll be fashion models. Please Bobbi," Beth pleaded.

I had little choice but I certainly didn’t want them thinking I was going to do it because Beth wanted me to do it or I even remotely consent to it of my own free will. "Beth, I guess I have to do it cause of Emily and Carol. They took my picture and will show it to everybody if I don’t do it. But nobody ever better find out and I’m not your sister and never will be," I shouted.

"Take off your dresses you two and then get your pretty slips on. You’re both going to look so pretty, really just like twins. Beth remember last years Easter dress? Remember, how Mom got us matching dresses and she had the matching Mother dress. Well I really hated it but you liked it. So now we’ll see if you two really look like twins in those outfits," Carol stated with enthusiasm.

I stood in front of the girls in nothing but panties and then Carol handed me white nylon and lace panties and instructed me to change. I reluctantly did so with my back to them. Next a white nylon full-length lace slip was draped over my head and arms. The lacy hem tickled my thighs as the fullness billowed around them. The slippery material was even more erotic a feel over the nylon panties. I actually shivered and goose bumps appeared on my body.

Carol saw it first and then called to Emily, "Emily, look, look here! Look his nipples are sticking out in the slip just like a girls. Boy’s nipples don’t do that, do they? She reached out and gently rubbed my nipple through the thin satiny material of the slip giving me even more goose bumps. "Look Emily, I think he even likes his titties touched just like a girl."

Emily giggled, "I think your right. He’s got titties like a girl. He’ll probably grow breasts and have to wear a bra when he’s older."

"I’m not a girl and I’m not going to grow breasts. I can’t help it you made my nipples stick out. They have always done that when they get really cold," I whinned. Tears tirckled out the corners of my eyes.

Next the white satin and light blue chiffon dress was drawn down over my head. The dress buttoned up the back. The short sleeves were puffed and gathered with little bows on the sleeve edges. The ribbon sash belt was tied in a big bow in back of me and the end hung almost to the short hem of the dress. The lacy slip pushed the dress out making it stick out away from my legs but just made the frilly slip tickle my legs that much more.

"Now sit down so we can change your socks and shoes," Carol ordered. And I was soon sporting white and blue lace top socks and a pair of white shinny patent leather Mary Jane style shoes with gold buckles on the straps. Then without notice Emily was tying the short ponytails with long blue and white ribbons to match the outfit.

I sat in embarrassed silence looking down at my smooth legs sticking out of the frothy dress and slip. I was hoping this was the end and I’d be able to return to my boy clothes or at least the sundress Mom had me in earlier. This made me look like a four year old and I guess I knew now why Carol hated wearing this outfit for Easter last year. Beth had dressed herself mostly. Carol and Emily finished her with pink hair ribbons to match her dress and white and pink lace top socks.

"OK Bobbi, Stand up here beside your sister and let’s have a look at you two," Carol again ordered. I complied.

"Wow Carol, you’ve got two darling little twin sisters now," Emily teased. "Just look at them. There’s no boys here, are there? Look at Bobbi. He really does look like a girl doesn’t he."

"Yeah he sure does look like a girl. And you two are twins for sure. Come on let’s go see what Mom thinks about her two little angels. Maybe she’ll let us take you out for ice cream," Carol joined the teasing.

"Oh we do look alike Bobbi. Look, Look in the mirror at us," Beth gleefully shouted her voice raising with joyfulness at having a twin sister.

Tears welled in my eyes, tears of humiliation. I couldn’t see my boy self in the mirror. I did look like a gosh darned girl. "I’m not going anywhere. Get me out of this dress and get the paint off my nails," I half shouted. "I’m a boy. I’m not a girl and I don’t look like any girl."

"Oh little sister you’ll stay in your dress till I tell you otherwise unless you want all your buddies to see how you dress when your not in school," Carol replied as she grabbed my arm pulling me out of her room followed by Beth and Emily. "And you don’t look like a girl? Well let’s see what Mom thinks."

I didn’t wait long as we almost ran head first into my Mother as we exited the room. She did a double take looking first at me and then Beth and back at me once again. "My goodness, what do we have here? Bobbi, you really do look like Beth’s twin dressed like that. What are you doing, playing dress-up with the girls?" she ask in a mocking tone. She laughed lightly covering her mouth in the womanly fashion to conceal her mirth. "I didn’t expect you’d like wearing your sister’s clothes so much and I love your nail polish."

"Mom, please," I said as I stifled a sob. "I don’t want to do this. Carol made me do it. Mom, I’m your son, I’m a boy. Make her let me get dressed right."

"Mom he said he would do it. We didn’t make him. Ask Emily or Beth. He just got all upset after he saw himself and Beth together and saw that he really does look like a girl, not a boy. In fact he didn’t even say no when we said we were going to ask to take him and Beth out for ice cream in his pretty dress. Did you Bobbi?" Carol defended herself.

"But, you never ask me.. You just said you were. I thought you were just teasing me. I’m not going anywhere like this," I retorted.

"Well you look like your dressed right to me," Mom teased.

"Who’s dressed right," cam the question from behind me as my Dad came from his room from his sleep. He looked to the four of us standing before Mom without recognition of whom he was seeing. As we turned to his voice he finally saw me in the dress and hair ribbons. "What the… Bobbi what are you…", His memory came back I assumed as the shock of seeing me in a dress and then remembering his punishment orders settled back to the forefront of his mind. "I.. Well I.. are you wearing the diaper yet?" He stammered.

"No Daddy, we had him put on panties to wear my Easter dress. Don’t be mad at him, please. We’ll make sure he doesn’t pee his panties," Carol interjected as she raised the hem of my dress and slip to expose my pantied bottom top my Dad. I burst into tears as I pulled away and sought refuge in the closest room being Carol’s room.

"Mary, we need to talk. You kids go play now." Dad commanded.

As soon as my Dad and Mom we’re alone and out of our ear shot the conversation began. "Mary, what’s going on? I only meant for him to be put in a dress and a diaper to embarrass him enough that he’d stop his wetting accidents. I didn’t mean for you to turn him into a girl, for God’s sake."

"Paul, calm down. I didn’t put him in the outfit he’s wearing and I certainly didn’t paint his fingernails and put the ribbons in his hair. I did suggest to him he might be more comfortable if he look more like a girl today in case anyone happened to see him. I thought if they mistook him for a girl and didn’t see him as a boy in a dress that word wouldn’t get around about him. And I did tell him he could wear the panties rather than the diaper at least until you got up. I mean it’s pretty hard to hide a diapered bottom under a dress and I really think he’s been punished enough."

"Well, I would have said so too if I hadn’t checked him last night and found he wet the diaper you put on him last night."

"Paul be realistic. After the trauma he suffered yesterday it’s a wonder he didn’t do more. I really don’t think diapering him again is going to help things."

"Well your probably right about that. But what’s he doing all dressed up like a girl. Shit, I couldn’t tell him from Beth for a minute or two. You said, you didn’t do it so are we raising a faggot or cross dresser as a son?"

"Well I don’t know exactly why he’s all dolled up the way he is. I first thought it was Carol and her mean pranks but when you scolded him he burst into tears. Maybe it’s a stage he’s going through or maybe there is something wrong with him. I really don’t know but your expressions or anger or rejection aren’t going to resolve the problem or allow us to discover what’s really going on. And keep your voice down, he doesn’t need to hear those things from you right now. I suspicion that forcing him into a dress and diapers may have brought something in him to the surface, but I just don’t know for sure."

"So what’s your solution to this? Turn your son into a girl? Shall we just castrate him too while we’re at it? Or maybe we just start pretending he really is a girl, send him to school as a girl, and hope he gets a nice guy to take him to the prom."

"Paul settle down. Stop talking nonsense. What I think we need to do right now is quit teasing him and humiliating him. We don’t have to encourage him to dress like a girl but we can’t act like he’s some monster or pervert when he chooses do so. When he’s dressed like a girl just treat him like you do your other daughters and when he’s dressed like a boy treat him like your son and encourage him as a boy."

"Ok, Ok I hear you. I don’t like it but I’ll try it. I’ll try for a little while anyway, but I’m not going to turn our son into a girl if I can help it. Have you thought about the consequences of what you’re suggesting? What are our relatives going to think if they see him sashaying around in a dress? Do you think if his friends see him in dresses they’re not going to tease him or they’ll forget about him wearing dresses and panties when he starts school?"

"All I can tell you is that we will try to keep this as secret as possible and confined until we find out what’s going on and how we can treat it. And I’m glad you recognize that it’s our son, not just my son and it’s our problem not just my problem or his." Was Mom’s final words as she marched off to finish what ever chores she had stared before the interruption.

Meanwhile in Carol’s room the three girls huddled around me as I laid across Beth’s bed quietly sobbing. The slip had my dress pushed up in back and I hadn’t realized or cared that my white satin covered bottom was exposed to the girls view.

"Come on Bobbi, quit your bawling like a baby. And I see we’re going to have to teach you about wearing dresses. Sit up and pull your dress down your giving everybody a good show of your bottom. What are you bawling about anyway? Mom and Dad weren’t mad that you were wearing a dress and look like a girl. Heck Mom didn’t even get mad cause you we wearing fingernail polish. Boy when I was your age and got into her nail polish she really got mad at me." Carol said.

I turned over and sat up pulling the short hem down over my knees as I stifled the sobs. "You lied. You told Mom I wanted to wear this dress and everything. You said I wanted to go out for ice cream like this. I’ll get you back. I will. You lied and Mom believed you. Then you let Dad see me and I know he’s really mad at me." I sniffled.

"Bobby, I don’t think Daddy was mad at you. He didn’t even make you put a diaper back on or nothing. I think he thinks your real pretty as a girl. I even think you’re prettier than me. And doesn’t it feel nice to wear pretty dresses? Don’t you like the way they feel on you and how pretty you look in them?" Beth tried consoling me.

"No, Beth. I don’t like wearing dresses and I don’t want to be pretty. I’m a boy. I want to be handsome, not pretty. And I don’t like dresses."

"Oh you don’t like dresses, don’t you? Well maybe you’d prefer a cute little skirt and top. Any boy who allows himself to be put in dresses and diapers, have his hair put in ponytails and ribbons and even have his nails painted can’t tell me he doesn’t like it," Emily adding her two cents. "Oh And here’s your dolly the one you got your picture taken with," She added as she tossed the doll at me forcing me to catch it next to my chest wrapping both arms around it.

That was the picture as Mom opened the door to see me on the bed with my arms wrapped around the dolly and tears drying on my cheeks. "Oh.. ah, well here Carol, here’s some money for ice cream. It’s probably a good idea if you girls get out of the house a little on such a nice day. Just don’t dawdle around and get back here for lunch. Did Beth give you that doll to play with Bobby? That was very nice of you Beth," Mom said as she recovered from her start at seeing me apparently cuddling a doll baby in my arms.

"Mom, I don’t want no ice cream. I’m not going anywhere in this dress. Please can I wear my own clothes now," I pleaded.

Beth was adding, " Oh Mommy he can have that dolly for his own. I don’t care. Emily even took his picture when he was sleeping with it."

Mom thinking she needed to comfort me and re assure me everything was ok said, "Ok you three out. Go on down stairs and get ready for your walk. I want to talk with Bobby for a minute."

As they left Mom and I alone Carol left a parting shot, " Mom he’s just worried about going out, but I told him no one could tell he wasn’t a real girl. You tell him too. Maybe he’ll listen to you."

I sneered at her as she left and Mom began, "Look now here sweetie pie, I don’t pretend to understand everything. But your Dad and I had a long talk. He really thinks you make a really pretty girl and he doesn’t care if you like to pretend to be a girl and put on girls clothes and such. But if you’re going to want to be going outside as a girl you really must be sure you look and act like a girl all the time your outside. So I don’t want you going out unless you check with me first so we can make sure you look just like the pretty girl you look like now, OK?"

"But Mom I’m a boy. Did Dad really say he wanted me to be a girl? Doesn’t he like me when I’m a boy?"

"I know and yes and no. Your Dad and I both know you’re our little boy, our son. Your Dad just thinks when your all dolled up like he saw you today that you make a really pretty looking girl. And your Dad loves you whether you’re being his son or pretending to be his little girl. You probably don’t even know why this is happening to you right now but someday when your older you’ll understand. Right now we just want you to be happy. And we both think you really don’t mind being thought of as a girl or wearing girls clothes, now do you?"

I was confused. What was Mom telling me? Was she telling me that her and Dad wanted me to be a girl sometimes and a boy sometimes? We’re they going to be mad at me or not like me if I didn’t pretend to be a girl? In my confused state I couldn’t think straight. I wanted my Mom and Dad to love me. I didn’t want to hurt them but I didn’t want to be a girl either. I guess in my mind I decided for right now to try and make them happy, at least until I could explain all this to them. "Well, I.. I.. guess it would be alright sometimes, if it makes you and Daddy happy and I don’t have to wear diapers anymore," I replied as I sought to at least get out of ever having my bottom diapered again.

"Oh your Dad isn’t going to make you wear diaper again. We just have to be careful not to have anymore accidents now that you’re a big girl," Mom said as she took my hand and pulled me up off the bed. "Are you going to take your dolly with you for ice cream, dear," She questioned lovingly as I still had the dolly clasp to my body with one arm.

I dropped the dolly and headed down the stairs to meet my fate with my sister’s and Emily. I knew now I was bound for the ice cream shop in the frilly dress and all the rest. I just hoped that no one would recognize me, we wouldn’t see anyone I knew, and no one would ever even think I was a boy in a dress and panties.

Carol, Emily and Beth were awaiting my arrival as they stood by the door way to the outside world. I stopped short. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t go outside like this. I’m a boy and someone would know. I was suddenly very embarrassed for myself standing here in girl’s clothes, girl’s clothes that made me look like a four-year-old girl not the six-year-old boy I really was.

"Oh come on little sister, I can’t wait to show you all the fun we girls have outside," Carol chided as she reach out to grab me by the arm pulling me towards the door. Her grip was tight hurting my arm as I resisted and attempted to pull away as she drug me towards the now open doorway.

"Carol, please I don’t want to do this. Please don’t make me go out. I’ll do anything you want but don’t make me go outside like this," I whined as tears formed in my eyes.

"Oh I know you’ll do anything I want, don’t I? And I know your going to the ice cream shop with us and your going to be the best little girl in the world too, just like you want to be, " Carol announced and then leaning close whispered in my ear. "I mean you wouldn’t want anyone to know you were really a sissy boy wearing his sister’s clothes now, would you? And I know you don’t want all the new friends you’ll meet in school this year to see your sissy pictures. Now straighten yourself up and be a nice girl."

Beth took my other hand and all of a sudden we were outside on the street. The warm air breezed under my dress and petticoats. I had worn shorts lots of times in the summer but the air never felt like this on my legs before. I instinctively reached a hand down in an attempt to tuck the dress down between my legs in front. This only forced the back of the dress up and more new sensations as the air found a new track up my legs and around my pantied bottom.

"Oh Bobbi, you look so nice. Come on let’s skip," Beth gleefully shouted as she took my hand pulling me forward oblivious to my discontent, red face, and tear filled eyes.

So there I was hesitantly holding hands with my little sister, both of us in Easter finery skipping down the sidewalk in front of Carol and Emily. I just knew this skipping was not the thing girls in dresses as short as theses should be doing. I just knew we had to be showing a lot more than we should be exposing to the public. I continued to try and find a way to dampen the flounce of the dress and petticoats with my free hand.

"I can’t believe it. Look at those two. They really do look like twins playing dress-up. I can’t believe your brother would go along with this regardless of the threats. Do you think that maybe he likes being a sissy and wearing girls clothes?" Emily queried.

"Bobby? Geeze I don’t think so. I mean he was almost bawling when we pulled him out the door. I can’t believe Mom went along with this. I can’t believe she would do this for punishment. I mean I almost feel sorry for the kid. I guess the only thing is that he does look so much like a girl that no one will probably know any different."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Maybe he does like being dressed up like a girl and your Mother knows he does and she’s just helping him along. I mean I can’t even imagine any boy letting himself be dressed up like that and then going out in public. Look at him skipping along just like a little girl with his dress flopping up and down," Emily said and then giggled. "I was just thinking do you see how you looked in that dress on Easter? I mean like you looked like a five-year-old too. You just needed a big lollipop in your hand to complete the picture," she laughed.

"Well, I didn’t have a choice anymore than Bobbi does now. My Mother bought our Easter dresses. I wanted one of those long skirts and tops with the sequins but Mom wouldn’t have any part of it. Well, maybe I’ll get to hand-me-down more of my clothes to my new little sissy brother and I’ll be able to get more new ones."

"What are you going to tell your friends if they find out about your brother who likes to wear dresses and diapers? I mean like it would be like so weird to have a sissy brother and have everyone know it."

"Oh Emily, I don’t think he’s really a sissy. I bet he really hates what Mom and Dad did to him and I know he hates what we did, but I owe him. He is always tattling on me. Now I have something on him that I’ll never have to worry about that anymore. And if I have too I’ll see he gets put back in girl’s clothes enough to provide me ammunition till he’s old enough to drive. I don’t plan on telling people about him. Like, could you imagine what they’d do to him in school if they ever found out he was wearing dresses and diapers or even girl’s panties? No, if he gets to enjoying it too much I’ll just remind him of what might happen if it got out at school. You have to promise me not to tell our friends about him."

"I won’t say a word. But who are you going to say he is if we run into anyone we know? And what about George? He’s a real blabber mouth."

"Don’t worry about George, I have enough on him he won’t tell anyone. And if we see anyone we know I’ll just tell them she’s my cousin. But, she’ll need a name. What do you think?"

"Oh it has to be something cute and real girly too. I know. How about Laurie Ann. Doesn’t that sound sweet and girly? Yuck, could you imagine if your parents had named you that? Laurieeeeeee Annnnnnnnn!" Emily giggled at her own humor.

"Sounds good to me. Laurie Ann it will be. Bobbi wait up a minute."

I stopped our skipping at the command of Carol to wait up. I thought maybe she was going to relent that she would tell me it was all over and I could go home and get out of this dress and be a real boy again. It wasn’t to be.

As she and Emily approached she said, "Listen, your name is going to Laurie Ann when your wearing girl’s clothes. If we run into anyone we know your going to be Laurie Ann our cousin who’s visiting with us. You understand, sissy?"

"But.. but Carol, please let’s just go home so we don’t see anyone. Please, they will know who I am and I’ll kill myself," I pleaded.

"Just shut up and walk like a little lady, Laurie Ann. We are going to get ice cream and that’s final. If you don’t like it then I’ll introduce you as Bobby, my little sissy brother who likes to wear dresses and diapers."

I knew I was defeated my humiliation would continue. I would be Laurie Ann. I would be the best Laurie Ann I could be if it would keep anyone else from discovering the truth. I turned taking Beth’s hand in silence and started walking towards the ice cream shop.

Beth had continuous chatter going as we walked, "Bobbi, I like your new name, Laurie Ann. It’s so pretty, just like you. Now you can play dolls and dress-up with me and be my sister Laurie Ann or my cousin if you like that betters. We can get Carol and Mom’s old clothes out of the attic and have lots of fun dressing up. Sometime Mom will even give me some of her old make-up to play with."

"Beth, I’m a boy and I don’t like pretending to be a girl and I’m not your sister or your cousin. I’m your brother, a boy," I retorted a little louder than I had expected. It was then that recognition and reality came back into focus. I saw ahead of us in the front yard of a home a group of boys working on their bikes. I knew the one and he knew me. It was Charley Roberts from my kindergarten class. He was looking right at us. I hesitated and was considering turning and running as Beth tightened her grip on my hand. It was too late. He had seen me already. If he was going to recognize me he had already done so. I was awaiting the verbal assault I knew was coming. I could hear it now in my mind, " Bobby the sissy. Hey little sissy boy are you going to wear dresses to school too? Do you wear your sister’s panties or did your Mommy buy her little sissy boy his own to wear?" The words never came.

Instead Charley called to Beth, "Hey Beth. Where’s your dufuss brother? We’re going to play some ball over at the park this afternoon and we need some more players. Is he at home?"

"Ah.. well, no Charley, I don’t think he’s home right now," Beth giggled at knowing Bobby was right there in front of Charley wearing a dress and ribbons in his hair. " I don’t think he wants to play ball today he was playing something else, I think. Oh this is my cousin Laurie Ann, she’s the same age as you and my brother."

Charley just shrugged. Certainly not wanting any introductions to girls. Yuck, he thought, that’s the trouble with talking to girls you ask a simple question and it’s like they want to be part of you friends or something. He replied, "Yeah, whatever. I’ll check before we go over and see if he’s back then."

"Aren’t you even going to say hello to my cousin, Laurie Ann?" Beth continued. "Laurie Ann this is Bobby’s friend, Charley, say hello to Charley. Hey Charley Laurie Ann likes to play baseball, can she play too."

"Yeah, like get real. Hello and goodbye Laurie Ann. I’m sure you’d play ball real good in your dress and pretty little shoes, but I think we have enough guys to play already," Charley retorted as he turn his attention back to the group and the bike repairs. Odd, he thought, that girl, what’s her name, sure looked familiar. Oh Bobby’s cousin he guessed that was why. She was pretty cute for a girl that is. He laughed to himself as he pictured in his mind a girl in a dress, especially a fancy dress like she was wearing playing baseball. Her little panties showing every time she bent over to pick up a ball or sliding into the plate with her dress wrapped up around her chest. Oh well, stupid girls anyway.

My heart was racing. I couldn’t believe my little sister spoke to him. And then telling him my name and that I like to play baseball. I was sure he was going to recognize me. After all, we had been in the same morning kindergarten class for a whole school year. Well, I did like to play ball but I sure wasn’t going to be playing ball in this outfit.

We finally arrived at the ice cream shop and we ordered our cones from old Mr. Vickers. He didn’t recognize me but always seemed to pay special attention to the girls who frequented his shop. And it did seem to me that I got a bigger scoop of ice cream in my cone than I ever did from him when I was a regular boy. No one knew exactly how old Mr. Vickers really was with his shiny baldhead fringed with white fuzzy hair. He wore funny looking glasses that sat on the end of his nose as he peered down through them at you. But I did notice how brilliant and warm his smile was as he outdid himself in coddling to our orders. Hey I never had this kind of service or the nice smile from him before. From now on I’d get one of my sister’s to order for me in here.

As Mr. Vickers filled our orders he attempted to engage us in conversation and certainly flatter us as in his sweetest voice he said, "Oh my my what brings such a lovely group of young ladies out for ice cream today? My what pretty lasses you are and I love those pretty l dresses you two are wearing. Is it a special occasion?"

Beth batting her long lashes responded, "Oh thank you Mr. Vickers. This is my cousin, Laurie Ann. She’s visiting me. This was my Easter dress and Laurie Ann has my sister’s Easter dress on."

We all had our cones in our hands as Mr. Vickers continued, "Well Laurie Ann you are certainly a pretty thing in that dress, from your pretty ribbons in your hair clear down to those lovely shiny shoes." Mr. Vickers was leaning over the top over the counter to get a closer view of the little girls in front of him. "Laurie Ann, would you like to see all the different ice creams I have back here in really big buckets?"

"Ah.. ah, no thank you sir," I mumbled quite embarrassed by the attention this old man was paying me. It didn’t seem just right but I wasn’t sure about any of it. I just wanted to take my ice cream and get back within the confines of my house before anyone else could see me.

Carol giggled as she encouraged the situation, "Oh go ahead Laurie Ann. Mr. Vickers is nice enough to show you, you should go back there behind the counter and see all the different things. Go on now and do it, I hate to have Mom find out you were rude to Mr. Vickers." Followed by, which I couldn’t hear, as she whispered to Emily, "This should be good. He’s just an old pervert. He’s always trying to get girls behind the counter with him to cop a feel or get a look up there dresses. My Mom warned me never to go behind the counter with him."

Under the threat and reluctantly I walked to the end of the counter as Mr. Vickers held the gate open for me to join him behind the counter. He took my free hand and led me back to the row of freezers and opening the tops said, "There now just stand up on your tippy toes and look in there. Did you ever see so much ice cream?" He was now behind me as I stood on tip toes to look over the edge of the cooler. The front of my dress was pressed hard against the cooler and I really wasn’t thinking about the back. Mr. Vickers certainly was as the dress and crinolines rode up in back they crawled up my smooth legs until the pink panties with the lace ruffles were exposed to his view. I had done the obligatory viewing of the ice cream storage and was ready to retreat to the safety of the outside.

It was then I felt Mr. Vickers hands on my bare thighs as he coaxed, "Here let me help you so you can see better." His bony finger clasp high up on my thighs under my dress as he lifted me up still pressed against the cooler edge. He pressed his body hard against mine as he pinned me to the cooler and sliding his hands up my legs and over my panties pushing my dress up as he did so. His hands continued as I was trapped and they slide up my sides as his fingers were discretely lodged over my hardening nipples. I was about to panic as I could feel his penis pushing against my exposed bottom and it was hard.

I squirmed and pushed back to finally be freed of his grip. My face was flushed and my ears felt like they were on fire. "Ah.. thanks Mr. Vickers, I got to go now," I stammered as I pushed past him and gained my escape to the three girls huddled together giggling at there brother’s plight.

We hurriedly exited.

 

 

 

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