Lisa's Friday Night Slumber Party

by Victoria Vyce

 

Lisa was so excited. She was going to have 5 friends over that night, and no stupid Bart to try and ruin anything, or scare them to death. Lisa just stared out the window on the bus drive home, ignoring Bart's usual teasing. Bart himself was going to go over to Millhouse's. It would certainly get him away from those stupid girls. The pair got off at their stop and went inside to do the one thing they both agreed on… Watching Krusty at 3. After the show was over, Bart was about to go upstairs to his room and read some of his comics when the phone rang.

"Joe's Meat Cooker, you kill 'em, we grill 'em." Bart answered, the smart-ass he is.

"Hello, Bart?" the woman on the other end asked.

"Yep, whatchya need?"

"Yes, Bart, this is Millhouse's mother. He's come down with a horrible fever, and I don't really think it'd be a good idea for you to come over tonight. I'm sorry, Bart."

Bart hung up the phone, visibly upset. Lisa asked him what was wrong.

"Millhouse is sick… I have to stay home tonight." Bart sadly said.

"Well, you could always hang out with me and my friends." Lisa said half jokingly, half serious. Lisa knew what it felt like to be left out. Bart, however, had other plans.

"No way! I'm not gonna hang out with a bunch of stupid girls all night! You're probably gonna sit there painting your nails, talking about cute guys." Bart said.

"Yeah, I guess your right." Lisa said shrugging with a slight laugh. Now Bart isn't particularly bright, so instead of being grateful for Lisa's invitation, he took it as an insult. He walked up to his room and started to think of some way to ruin the slumber party. Fake rubber spiders? No, too fake. Real spiders? No, too real. Shooting water balloons at them? Perfect! It seemed the slumber party would be 'rained out'. Bart laughed loudly as he walked over to his desk, pulling out a bag of balloons. He hurried downstairs, past Marge vacuuming the living room, past Homer reading the paper at the kitchen table, all the way to the door leading to the backyard. The moment he got outside, he grabbed the gardening hose. He filled up 12 balloons, 2 for each girl. He grabbed a bucket sitting by the door. He put all the balloons in the bucket and made his way up the tree house in the backyard. The tree house was just across from Lisa's window. Fortunately for Bart, it was summer, so all the windows were open, with the Simpsons' air conditioning being broken. Bart then went back into the house and up to his room, waiting for that moment… That moment arrived at about 7, when the girls showed up. They were all dressed in nighties, ready for an all nighter. Bart made his way outside and up the tree house, were he found Homer sitting.

"Why the hell are you here Homer?" Bart asked.

"Oh, the girls wanted the living room, so they kicked me out. I'm not ready to go to bed yet… I had nowhere else to go." Homer stated his story.

"Why don't you go to Moe's?" Bart asked. The moment the name 'Moe' got out of Bart's mouth, Homer was down the tree house ladder and in his car. Bart pulled the bucket to the tree house window near Lisa's. He grabbed a near by pair of binoculars, checking to make sure the girls were all in the room at the time. They were, but Bart soon realized that he didn't have a good shot from the window. He grabbed the bucket and made his way onto a branch to get closer. When they were in plain sight, Bart pulled his slingshot out of his back pocket. He stood up as he loaded the balloon into the slingshot. He took aim and!… lost his balance. The branch shook, making a rather noisy sound. The girls all looked to see Bart hugging the branch, as not to fall off. They saw the slingshot and bucket of balloons. Lisa ran over to grab her instant picture camera, taking a Polaroid, catching Bart in the act. Bart let the bucket and his slingshot fall as he tried to crawl back toward the tree house. Lisa, meanwhile, made her way to Marge.

"Mom, Bart was gonna shoot us with water balloons!" Lisa yelled, showing Marge the picture. Marge looked at the picture. Knowing Bart, Lisa was telling the truth. Marge, however, really didn't know how to respond.

"Well, what should I do about it, dear?" Marge asked Lisa. A grin spread across Lisa's face.

"Lock his room and give the key to me." Lisa suggested. Marge thought about it. Mostly any punishment she had tried on Bart either did nothing or had little effect. So she decided to go with Lisa's idea, not really asking what else she had planned. While Lisa was locking Bart's door, Bart had finally managed to get back into the tree house. He climbed down and racing inside, trying to avoid interaction. Too late. The girls were waiting for him at the top of the stairs. However, Bart had a water balloon in hand in case this would happen. He threw the balloon, and the girls scattered. Bart took his chance and ran for his door. Almost there… Got there! He turned the knob…. And found himself locked out. He turned the knob, kicked at the door, cursed the door, did everything he could, to no avail. Lisa slowly walked toward him, the other girls just behind.

"Bart, my dear brother, didn't anyone tell you it's not a good idea to throw water balloon while it's still DAYLIGHT outside?" Lisa asked. Bart had forgotten, while it may be dark by 8 in the fall, there was still at least an hour of sunlight left in the summer. Bart wasn't sure what to do. He didn't have to think as the girls grabbed him and drug him off towards Lisa's room. The five girls held Bart down while Lisa stood in front of him.

"Well Bart, thought you could ruin our girl's night in, huh?" Lisa asked. Bart just kept his mouth shut. Lisa smiled.

"Well, you didn't get the job done. Do you know what the means? If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!" Lisa yelled. Bart screamed, but it meant little. Lisa started going through some drawers while the girls pulled off Bart's clothes. She dropped a pile of things right in front of Bart. The first thing she held up was a pair of pink, frilly panties. She slowly pulled them up Bart's legs, seeing as how he couldn't kick her away. However, after she got them in place, Bart seemed to stop any type of resistance he once had. What Bart didn't know is that these were silky panties, which felt really good against his male parts. Next came the silky black training bra. Bart simply held his arms up, allowing the bra to be put on. They next painted his fingernails and toenails pink, without objection from him. When they dried, the girls slipped some black pantyhose on him. Lisa held up an orange dress identical to the one she was wearing. Showing just how much Bart had changed, he objected.

"Oh no, that just won't do Lisa." Bart said. He got up and started looking through her closet.

"Bart, what are you doing?!" Lisa asked, very puzzled.

"Well, first of all, the name's BarTINA honey! Second, I'm looking for something… Well, more provocative!" Bartina said. Lisa was not only surprised with the choice of words from Bart, but his acceptance of this new feminine roll. Bartina grabbed a short black skirt and white tank top. He pulled the skirt on, which was well above his knees. The he pulled the tank top on. It showed a little of his bra straps, and he loved it. Lisa pulled a blond wig out of her closet that she used for Halloween years ago. She pulled the wig into place. The girls then worked on his make-up. To finish off the outfit, he stepped into a pair of black heels. The girls took many pictures, with Bart in many different poses. Marge saw this all, and she decided to take action. She gave out all of Bart's old clothes to Goodwill. Bart fell asleep in a silky pink nightie than night. Little did he know, when he awoke in the morning, he'd have a surprise waiting for him…

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