Girls of the Summer

by Lor Hamilton

  

Aaron walked into his front door, especially happy on the account that his summer vacation had just begun. He hung his backpack on the coat rack knowing it wouldn't be touched for ages, and then trudged up to his room. Upon entering he nearly fainted. His mom was standing there with his entire magazine collection, which was partially porn and or all girl catalogues, you know the ones with the pretty models.

"This is so sick," his mother said. "You of all people."

"I'm really sorry, but I am working on a method to stop."

"And what is that," he mother said sternly.

"See I created this metaphor in my mind that…"

"Out of time," said his mother. "You're grounded for the entire summer; you will not see the light of day unless you look out the window. No phone, No Television, No Computer, No Games. All you'll do is eat, sleep, and do chores around the house, I've always wanted to extend the back deck, and I am thinking of a second punishment to go on top of the grounding but I can't think of one." His mother left the room carrying all of his magazine collection with him. "1988," he heard his mother voice. "Steve."

Steve was his father who lived in New York. Aaron's parents got a divorce before he was born, so he didn't see much of his father, nor did he really care to. The only thing he knows about is that his father had a drinking problem which was the reason he couldn't gain custody of Stephanie, his sister.

Aaron sat Indian style on his small bed. He looked around his room, a poster Michelle Branch was on one side, and another poster of Linkin Park was on the other. "This is just perfect," he thought to himself.

"I told you."

"Damn conscience, I thought I got rid of that thing."

"Nice choice of words," his mother said from the door way.

"Ha ha ha."

"Have you thought of a punishment yet," Aaron asked?

"No not really," said his mother. "But until I do you will stay in your room."

"What if it takes three days?"

"Don't worry," his mother sounded sincere for somebody who was supposed to be mad. "I'll just call the International Adult Conspiracy and get one from them."

"Very funny," Aaron laid down.

"Press one if you're punishing your child."

"Shut up Shut up," he thought to himself he couldn't seem to get this voice out of his head. He cleverly put it in place to control his eating disorder and to get to do sit-ups and push-ups every morning, which probably was the main reason he was tall and skinny with a flat stomach good enough to make Britney Spears jealous.

"You're going to get it really bad."

Aaron broke out of his deep thought to look up at his sister Stephanie.

"I heard Mom found your porno collection."

Brad nodded.

Stephanie was 17, two years older than Aaron. She had soft brown hair and brown eyes, the same as Aaron. They both were around the same size, all three dimensions, most of the time when they were out together, which was very unusual, they would be mistaken for twins, from far away twin sisters, since there hair was about the same length, shoulder, though Aaron was untidy and he was scratching it most of the time, not because it was dirty in there, no not dirty because he used selsun blue cause you never where black without the blue selsun blue, but when people got closer to Aaron they could distinctively tell that he was a boy not a girl.

"Mom told me, that she found them," his sister said.

"DUH."

"She asked me to help her think of a punishment, but I think she was joking."

"Hey go make some easy suggestions," said Aaron with a smile.

"Like what."

"Tell her that my punishment should be to do everybody's chores for the rest of the summer."

"You got it," Stephanie literally ran out the room.

"Bad call, usually you do more chores during the summer, than during school."

"I know, but it was the easiest thing I could think of." "Why the hell am I talking to you?"

"Nice Vocab."

Aaron looked up again, his mother was standing there.

"Because I talk to you therefore I deserve a response."

"Have you thought of a punishment yet?"

"No but Steph says that you said that you should take hold of all chores during the summer vacation."

"You knew she wouldn't say that she thought of it."

"Yeah I said that."

"Why would you want to do girl chores, you've never done them before."

"Think of something clever to say."

"You never assigned them to me," Brad sat up on his bed. "Plus it's the twenty first century; men and women have equal rights."

"Yeah but there still girl chores," said his Mom. "Whether men or women do them, that's why I assigned you hard chores, and Steph easy ones."

"That means," Brad started. "That means if I do both chores I'll be a man and a half."

"Sounds stupid when you say it out loud, doesn't it."

"So you're saying women are half of what men are."

"Am I saying that?"

"Great come back."

"I asked you," his mother smiled. "You said you'll be man and a half if you do all the chores."

"Sounds stupid when you say it out loud, doesn't it."

"Yes," his mother smiled. "But I think I've figured out a punishment for you that will help you respect women, and those magazines show that you think women should just be gawked at, and the punishment will give you something to do this summer."

"Please keep me in suspense."

Aaron's mom gave him a serious look. "You will do all of our chores for the entire summer, and you will also be a girl for the rest of the summer."

"HELL."

"Any your bad language privileges are taken away."

"HECK."

"And your bad language substituting word privileges are taken away."

"Ha, funny."

"I can't be a girl for the rest of the summer."

"You can and you will," said his mother as she left his room

"This has to be joke."

"I don't think so, but we'll see."

Brad laid down on his bed and somehow was able to drift off to sleep.

 

Upon awakening Brad noticed something different about his room. His Linkin Park poster had been replaced with one of Justin Timberlake. He looked around his dresser had been replaced with a white vanity. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Yep there were cosmetics on the vanity. He looked at the clock over the door. Seven o'clock he had been sleep for nearly three hours. He looked over to his desk, his computer and telephone was gone. He got up and walked to his closet and opened it and to his surprise his regular boy clothes had been replaced with girl stuff, even his shoes. He walked out into the hall.

"Mom!"

He walked down the steps into the living room where he saw his mom sitting down.

"This must be some kind of joke."

"Nope no joke."

"Come on mom, I'm sorry okay please."

"I'm teaching you a lesson, but boot camp is always and alternate solution."

"Oooh the send you to boot camp, classic."

"So I really have to do this."

His mom nodded. "I can't let you go on this one Aaron, if you can't serve the time, don't do the crime. Now come sit.

Aaron walked over and sat next to his mom.

She moved over close to him and whispered in his ear. "Go take a bath."

Aaron trudged up the stairs and took a shower. But it was too late before he realized his liquid soap was laced with a hair remover.

"Wash your hair," his mother called in after he had finished rinsing off. "And use your sister's stuff." At this point Aaron was pleased he didn't wash his hair with the liquid soap, he could have been bald.

Aaron washed his hands with his sister's shampoo treatment which was about 10 steps of different products. When he was finished he looked in the mirror, his hair was exactly like his sisters while wet. He wrapped his tile around his waste then tried to make his hair back to it's untidy self but couldn't.

"Are you finish?"

Brad stepped out the bathroom to his mother. Hold on she said as she blindfolded him.

She led him into somewhere, and he ended up sitting on a bed.

"Here put these on," she placed something in his hand. "They're underwear just to let you know, and I am leaving you have 45 seconds to get them on."

"Brad was used to boxers more than underwear those these didn't really feel like the ones he used to wear. He pulled them up; they were kind of silky and tight causing his Mmm Mmm to position back between his legs. After putting the underwear on he felt for the tile and wrapped it back around his waist before sitting back on the bed which he missed and fell to the floor. He got back up and felt for the bed and sat down again.

"Are you finished," his mother called.

"Yes," he called back.

There was a pause.

"Lay down," his mom said. "Don't move a muscle."

Aaron laid down he felt something cold being smearing on his chest, then something two heavy things being placed on it. "Breast, was she really going through with the girl thing."

"She might be you never know."

Aaron really wanted to find out but had no idea, he laid in the same position for about ten minutes until his mother told him to get up, which he did feeling something slightly heavy pull at his chest. "No way she didn't."

A second later he felt a bra being placed on him, and then he was led over to a chair which was cold to his poorly covered bottom. He felt his hair being moved around for awhile, as a matter of fact it was a long time before he was led out of the chair and over a little bit where he was left standing.

"She's really doing it."

His arm was moved slightly then it was slipped into a tight sleeve, but it seem to be one of those 3/4 inch sleeves. His other are was slipped in another tight sleeve and he felt someone buttoning the rest of the tight shirt up.

"Lift your knee up."

Aaron did this.

"Step down."

He did the also, though he didn't seem to why.

"Other knee."

He did this too.

"Step down."

Still didn't know why, though shortly after he felt something being moved up his legs.

"Wow a skirt, there really making you a girl."

He felt a zipper being zipped up in the back and then he was led back down to the chair, where he felt his fingernails and toenails being done, he'd let Stephanie do this once before just cause she asked and he was bored.

Awhile later he heard his mom say. "Keep your eyes closed or you'll be a girl for next school year also.

Aaron closed his eyes tight as the blindfold was taken off.

"Relax your eyes."

He felt his eyebrows being plucked, then his mustache being removed. After they started applying something to his eyes then his eye lashes, then his face, and finally he felt lip gloss being placed on his lip.

"Keep your eyes closed," his mother said.

She lifted his leg and a sock was placed on it. Then a pair of what felt like tennis shoes. This was done to the other leg as well.

"We need something to eat."

He was led and was walked again to the middle of the floor where he was left standing. He felt a necklace being place around his neck then he felt himself being turned.

"Look strait forward and keep your arms behind your back."

Aaron put his arm behind his back and kept his head strait forward.

"Open your eyes."

He opened them, and for the first time in a long time he saw his mother, but couldn't see any of himself. He noticed he was in the hallway right outside of his door which was closed.

Okay Aaron for the time that you are a girl your name is Erin Sarah Niles, of course your name is spell E-R-I-N that is all you need to know. Your sentence starts now, go to your room.

Erin opened the door and nearly ran to the vanity mirror.

"OH MY GOSH," he looked just like his sister. He stepped back to see his full picture. "His hair was straitened and went down past his shoulders; he noticed some gold highlights in the brown. He had a light pink eye shadow on along with clear light pink lip gloss and a tiny bit of blush. A gold heart shaped necklace was wrapped around his neck. Though what he really noticed was the cleavage that he had. The white blouse barely covered his breast, two buttons were undone at the bottom to show off his bellybutton. The skirt was a red and plead one, the same ones Stephanie wears to her private school. It ended halfway above his knee, meaning it barely covered his butt. His socks were plain white with white tennis shoes with light pink strip going around them.

He turned slowly and to his surprise his bed sheets had been changed with pinks one; in the corner where his desk used to be were a barrage of stuff animals. There was a poster of a half naked guy model next to the one of Justin Timberlake, and one that read princess in many different sizes on his door.

"Here sis."

Erin turned. Stephanie was holding a black purse.

"Come down stairs."

Erin started walking out his room, taking the purse as he left.

Stephanie put it on his shoulder, and then led him downstairs.

Mom was in the kitchen with her purse.

"Where are we going," Erin asked.

"To the mall."

  

  

  

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