Love The Feel Of Nylons 3

by

Paul G. Jutras

 

"Thanks for the coffee." Mike senior sat at the kitchen counter in a gray tee shirt and shorts. His wife sat beside him with her hair down in a bun with a flower clip. She wore a black tank top and flip flop with a pink skirt that had black and white print flowers on it.

"Your welcome," George said in his red and black checkered shirt, blue jeans and spike boots.

"What's that bottle of pills?"

"Oh that," George chuckled. "Kelly's mom was worried she'd end up small chested like my daughter. I've been slipping the pills into her drink at breakfast and before bed. It won't hurt her at all. By the time she's ready to go home at the end of summer, she should be ready for her first training bra."

"Hi mom, what's for breakfast?" asked Mike.

"Don't be rude." Mike senior said as he gave his son a gentle slap behind the head. His son moved behind his mother. "Now say you're sorry."

"That's okay." George smiled. "I know you two have come to collect their camp out stuff. I wouldn't see any of the kids return home without a meal. The girls have already had some pancakes and sausage."

"Cool." Mike said. "I had a great dream. I was an astronaunt on an alien world."

"Was it full of beautiful women?" George chuckled at his thoughts as he went to make the pancakes. "I use to dream of being a desert prince with my own harem."

"What's a harem?" Mike asked.

"Oh," George began as he saw the look on the faces of Mike's parents. "A harem was a group of single women that a prince would protect from harm."

Outside in the grass Kevin and the girls had just finished making their own pom-poms when Kevin suggested that he showed the girls such cheerleading moves as a human pyramid. Kevin got on his hands and knees in a pink top, mini skirt, pantyhose, ankle socks and sneakers. Janet had a purple dress which length matched Kevin's mini skirt, ankle socks on her bare legs and sneakers beside Kevin. Sandra had an orange top, orange plaid mini skirt, nude hose and orange loafers was on top.

"That's it, Sandra." Kevin told her. "Find your balance then get up slowly and stand."

"Well done." Kevin said as Sandra hop to the ground. "Let me show you a few other things I learned in summer camp last year."

The girls watched and practiced flying dismounts, hand springs and cart wheels. When Mike finally came outside after his seventh pancake, the others were laying on their backs exhausted from all their work. As Mike laid on his back beside them, they started picking out shapes in the clouds.

"There's a tree." Sandra pointed out. "That's a kitten."

"That looks like a princess." Kevin pointed over to one. "There's a sailing ship."

"That's a bunny." Janet said. "A doll like the one I gave Sandra when I out grew it."

"Oh yeah." Sandra added. "I see that."

"Well there's a warrior slicing off a sea monster's head." Mike pointed to two clouds beside one another.

"Kids, come here a second." Mike and the girl's mother called out. "You too, Kelly."

"What is it?" Janet asked.

"I know I couldn't afford to get you ballet lessons when you were younger," Her mother said. "This is a self teach ballet video. You're welcome to try it with Janet and Sandra, Kelly."

"Thanks." Kevin said with a smile. "I do own a ballet outfit."

"Let me guess, pink?" Janet asked with a slight giggle.

"What's your color?" Kevin asked.

"Sandra and mine are both white." Janet said as Kevin went to his room to change while the girls did so too.

"I know you feel left out." Mike's mother said to him. "That's why I got you a new R/C racer. Why don't you try out while they try their ballet video."

"Thanks, mom," Mike said.

After ballet practice the door bell rang. Barbara Wells; who was Mike teacher the previous year, was at the door. Much to the group's surprise, she was dressed in the type of ladybug costume one would wear for Halloween.

"Can I help you?" The kid's mom asked.

"The school is having a pre-year costume party with a fee to enter." Mrs. Wells said sweetly. "It's to raise money to do the needed repairs on the library before the school opens in the fall."

"You can could on us to contribute." Janet said as the girls all tried to think quickly. "I think I'll wear my ballet outfit."

"I'm going to be a pirate." Mike declared.

"Well I'm going to be a butterfly fairy." Sandra answered with a smile.

"I can wear my cheerleading outfit." Kevin said with a smile. "If I didn't need to clean it, I would have worn it when I was showing you some moves."

"What are your school colors?" Mrs. Wells asked. "I was a cheerleader for my school and ours was blue and red."

"I haven't tried out for a school team." Kevin answered. "I made my own because I like cheer leading and hope to become good enough to get on the time some year. Since pink is my favorite color I made it a light and dark shade of pink."

Sandra changed into her bathing suit while her mother pinned the fabric that would turn into her fairy princess dress and fixed the wings. When her mother was done, she tossed on a lime green dress and passed Mike who still racing R/C cars.

Sandra was running around when she took the dress off and dove into the lake. The bathing suit reminded Kevin how wonderful his hose felt in the store changing room when he tried on and bought a one piece bathing suit all his own.

At the party Kevin made a great pirate as the girls looked cute in their clothes. Even Mike senior and his wife got into the act dressed as a musketeer and belly dancer. There was punch, snacks and different games such as ring toss, bean bag toss and darts. Stuff animals and other prizes were given out. Kevin was especially impressed with the cyborg costume that a teacher with the name tag Robert Cats had on. Far more impressive that the lady bug one Mrs. Wells had on. So was Robin Cruz's mermaid costume in the dunk booth.

It was near the end of the summer when Mike tossed the football. When Kevin tried to catch it, he found it not as easy to do so as he use to playing with Mike. He didn't care much for playing such male oriented sports, but it made his friend happy.

"You okay?" Mike asked.

"I think I had enough of this for today." Kevin said. "I should get changed for my birthday party."

"You seem bewildered." George said as Kevin explained what had happened while playing football. George chuckled and pulled out the bottle of pills while he explained what he had done. "Thanks grandpa. I don't know what mom will say when she picks me up here, but thanks."

"Here an early present to put on before the party." George said as he opened a box and gave Kevin his first training bra. Kevin could barely hold back his tears as he gave his grandpa a hug.

Sandra in a blue dress with red horizontal stripes was first to show at Kevin's birthday with his mother in an orange dress with darker orange color geographic shapes on it. After Kevin blew out the candle, kids ate their pieces at the kids table while the adult s ate at another one.

It was near the end of the party when Kevin's mother showed up to pick him up for the summer. She couldn't believe how fem his hair was styled with Janet's mother taking him to the salon over the summer. "What's going on here!" shouted Kevin's mother. "What are you wearing?"

"Isn't Kelly adorable?" Janet's mother asked.

"Kelly, dad?" She turned to George. She spoke in a whisper as she took Kevin and him aside. "How can you go behind my back like this."

"A grandpa job is to make his grand kids happy." George said honestly. "Unlike you, I made him happier than Kevin been in a long time."

"So I see," she sighed in surrender and looked at Kevin's chest, "They're real aren't they?"

"Yes." Kevin said as his mother hugged him and welcomed her new daughter to the family.

 

THE END

  

  

  

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