“But” Levi squeaked. “We can't be!”

“We are.” Jenn sighed and flopped into the old chair on the porch. “Mom and Dad'll be home eventually.”

“But” Levi squeaked again. “What am I gonna do?”

What he ended up doing was whine. Alice grew bored of teasing him, soon wandering over to the driveway to throw small rocks through the faded basketball hoop that hung over the garage.

“If you break a window, Dad'll murder you.” Jenn called.

“I'm gonna murder her if we don't get inside soon.” Levi marched over to the door and tried it again.

“Didn't work the fifteenth time? Shocker.” She grinned. “Maybe you like the prissy little clip-clop of your Mary Janes.” Levi glared at her. “What?”

“Isn't there some way to pick the lock?”

“I'm not a burglar.” Jenn said. “Just relax.”

“I'm outside. In a dress.”

“And a wig, not that anyone can even see you.”

“You and Alice can.”

“Just relax.” Jenn said. “Dad's probably on the way home.” Levi groaned and covetously eyed her chair.

“Let me sit.”

“Nope.” Jenn leaned back luxuriously. “He'll be here soon.”

It felt like a small eternity before Dad pulled into the drive to the strange sight of all three kids on the porch. If it hadn't been for Alice standing right next to him, he wondered if he would have ever guessed that that was Levi standing there in that blue and white dress.

“We're locked out!” Levi yelled the second the car came to a stop. He regretted drawing attention to himself as he saw the expression on Dad’s face and reality hit. How was he going to explain this?

The End

“Face it, Levi. You lost.”

“Don't need to rub it in.” He muttered, trying one last time to get the cards to stand up. It had been a dumb bet anyway, but Alice always knew just how to get under his skin. Sisters were like that, or at least Alice was. Jenn usually just sat there on her phone, observing the two of them at their never-ending game of one upping each other.

“He's right, Alice.” Jenn said imperiously. Alice stuck her tongue out at Jenn. “One of these days, a bird's gonna come eat your tongue.”

“That's not true.”

“Ugh.” Levi pushed the cards away. “I give up.”

“Well, you already lost.” Alice said. “So that means you gotta” her voice was taking on more and more of the sing-songy teasing tone. “Do what I say!”

“Alice.” Jenn said.

“You're not Mom.” Levi and Alice said in unison.

“See, that's why people still think you're twins.” Jenn remarked, laughing as they both looked disgusted at the thought.

“What's it gonna be?” Levi asked. Alice grinned, milking her victorious moment.

“You're gonna check the mail.” She said at last.

“You always do this.” Levi said. “We know there's more to it. Just tell me.”

“Well,” she stretched it out just to bother him more. “Well! Remember Halloween?”

“Those family costumes?”

“Uh-huh. Dad was the Mad Hatter, Mom was the Queen of Hearts, Jenn-”

“It's too hot outside for that White Rabbit outfit.” Levi interjected, cutting to the chase to ruin Alice's building tension. He had been sweaty all night long even in October! And the face paint had almost been worse.

“You're right.” Alice fought back a malicious giggle. “Which is why you're gonna do it in my costume.” Levi sighed. He should have known.

“Great, a dress. Again.”

“That's the spirit.” Alice reached over to pat his cheek, but Levi's glare was fiery enough that she thought better of it. “Make sure he doesn't try to hide.” She told Jenn before bouncing to her feet and going to find her costume.

“You're gonna look great.” Jenn said. Levi turned his glare at her. “Hey, consequences of your actions, bud.”

“Don't call me that. Dad calls me that.”

“Aw, you don't wanna be my buddy?” She laughed and returned back to her phone before adding “Forgot to tell her no photos.”

“She knows.” Panic set in. “She knows, right?” Jenn only shrugged from her position lounging on the couch.

“You better make sure.” She said in sing-song. Sure, she liked being the mature one, but sometimes, it was just more fun to antagonize her younger siblings.

“No photos!” Levi blurted out the moment Alice returned, her arms full of her costume.

“Didn't even think of that.”

“So that means no doing it.” Levi knew his sister well enough that he wanted to make it very clear.

“But you gave me the idea.” She pretended to pout. “Alright, you know the drill. Shirt off, put on the dress, then take off your pants.”

“It's bad enough seeing your underwear when we do laundry.” Jenn remarked, immediately agreeing with her sister's logic.

“I could just go into the bathroom.”

“So you can admire yourself in the mirror?” Alice teased. Levi groaned.

“That's not what I meant.” He said self-consciously before pulling his shirt over his head.

“At least he's eager.” Jenn remarked, finally sitting up as the spectacle before her was starting to become more entertaining than gossiping by text with her friends. “You're doing the wig too?” Levi reflexively was about to refuse, but then he noticed Alice's face.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I figured it'd help… hide who he is when he's outside.”

“Huh.” Jenn was impressed. “See, Levi? She's not trying to ruin your social life after all.” Alice considered pointing out that being the sister of the boy in the dress was not something she wanted, but maybe Mom was right and some thoughts should just stay inside.

Somewhere around when Alice tied the pinafore around his waist, Levi stopped looking like Levi and it looked like there were two Alices in the living room: one in shorts and a casual tee, the other in a dress, tights, the whole nine yards. Jenn watched with growing interest, wondering who would turn more red if she pointed out that they really did look like twins now.

“Ok, sit down for your shoes.” the casual Alice said. “No, not like that!” The Alice who was actually Levi – the formal Alice! – had flopped down in a cloud of white petticoats and tights. Casual Alice hauled him back to his feet. “Push down on your skirt and lower yourself down.” He turned pink as he did his best to mimic her. “Give me your foot.” He grunted as he tried to kick her, but she caught it. “Such a slender, petite foot.” She grinned up at him. “Jenn, we should think up a family costume for this Halloween that lets Levi be Cinderella.” She snorted at his outraged look. “I'm just kidding.”

“Maybe we can all be princesses.” Jenn said. “I'll be Snow White, Levi'll be Cinderella so he gets a blue dress. Not sure who you'll be, Alice.”

“Mom and Dad'll be Queen and King.” Alice pulled Levi to his feet.

“These shoes stink.”

“I wore them all night.” Alice said. “Plus every single time we had to dress up for school, church, weddings, Christmas,” Levi knew this would go on for a while, so he changed the subject.

The new "Lockettes" leaving the Gamma Delta house with their Big Sisters watching them with amusement...

The Gift of the Alexiones

       The process that followed was almost ceremonial, but much less formal than the one earlier in the week. For the boys, it seemed to pass in a blur. Already exhausted by the events of the evening, the Delta Darlings lacked resolve to express any protest. In short order, their Big Sisters simply took charge. Gently but firmly, each Big Sister made sure her Little Sister’s new chastity device was properly and irrevocably secured. Despite a few feeble misgivings, the boys were completely overcome in the moment. Touchingly, a few silent tears were shed. In mere moments, four little locks were snapped shut with final, reassuring clicks. For the humiliated boys, the sensations were alien and uncomfortable. The cool metal pressed against their skin oppressively. As they readjusted their panties and dancer’s belts over the new accessories, they came to grips with what had just occurred. They realized that they now all wore inescapable reminders of their new status in the Gamma Delta sorority.

       Cassidy, Tara, Elise and Brianna reveled in knowing that they now had complete control over their Little Sisters’ nasty urges.

       Madison explained to them in a serious tone, “As Alexiones, your chastity isn’t just a requirement, it’s a gift—a way to remove distractions, foster discipline, and open yourselves fully to what Gamma Delta represents.” Her words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning.

       As she spoke, the reality pressed in on them. In an instant, they had lost the ability to make even the most private of choices for themselves. They felt exposed, vulnerable, and distinctly out of place in their own bodies. The experience left them feeling newly emasculated. Their every movement was now subtly affected, making the ordinary feel strange and awkward.

       As a final step, each Delta Darling was required to solemnly surrender the key to his chastity device to his Big Sister for “safekeeping.” They would literally give the “gift” of their chastity. As the boys gave over their keys, their Big Sisters insisted they recite the Gamma Delta motto: “Sisterhood in Service and Strength.” One by one, the boys grimaced, and then they reluctantly complied. They felt they had little choice. After each humiliated boy handed over his key, he was given a delicate cream-white rosebud in return.

       “Sisterhood in Service and Strength,” a blushing Nate recited as Cassidy cheerfully took custody of his key. He was surprised to find himself blinking back tears as he accepted his rosebud.

       “Sisterhood in Service and Strength,” Milo said uncertainly, halfway wondering if this was some sort of elaborate prank as he turned his key over to Tara. His hands shook slightly as he held his rosebud.

       “Sisterhood in Service and Strength,” Julian said solemnly, his eyes a little wet. He knew in his heart this meant they were playing for keeps. Elise took possession of his key with the authority of a wiser and older sibling. He cradled his rosebud gently.

       “Sisterhood in Service and Strength,” Owen managed to spit out. Brianna chuckled gleefully as she seized his key with little fanfare. He timidly accepted his rosebud as if he was fearful of it.

       In a flash, it was done. Mortified, the chastened lads watched in near anguish as their Big Sisters attached the keys to delicate necklaces and put them around their necks. Each key shined like a secret badge of authority and care… binding the Delta Darlings to their Big Sisters in an intensely humiliating way. The mix of impotence and humiliation they felt as they held their dainty rosebuds was exquisite. The boys blushed and squirmed furiously in their panties, bralettes and new chastity cages, but the deed was done. Nate, Milo, Julian and Owen felt incredibly helpless and powerless as they realized the extent of their plight.

       When all the keys were safely tucked away and all the rosebuds were handed out, Madison said proudly, “The Cream-White Rosebud is a symbol of your promise. Its delicate, unopened petals represent your new innocence, purity and chastity.” She paused, and continued, “With patience and diligence, just like your rosebuds, you too will blossom.”

       She let that sink in for several excruciating seconds, and then she brightened. Nearly beaming, she announced, “Five points to each of you for devotion! That’s the Gamma Delta spirit you’ll need to reach the finish line!”

       Despite the surreal situation, the boys’ hearts involuntarily leapt as they realized they had earned a few more points! Madison giggled as she saw how simple it was to take the Delta Darlings from crushing lows to soaring highs. All the Big Sisters smiled in appreciation as they departed the room.

       The boys were left alone to finish changing. The weight of their new chastity devices felt surreal. Every movement was a silent acknowledgment of the control their Big Sisters now held over them. The boys felt so trapped. They were now intimately bound by the rules, whims and sweetly dangling keys worn by their Big Sisters. Their group point tally stood at 42. For all the hoops they had jumped through this evening, they had nudged their total up by only three measly points. And, they realized with dismay, that had only been possible with the late flurry for getting locked in these devices!

       Subdued and meek, the newest Delta Darlings returned to their dorm rooms carrying their rosebuds, along with some decorative vases in the house colors they had received on the way out. Back in their rooms, they all put their rosebuds on their desks and wearily began writing in their journals. Before they had departed the sorority house, however, they were chagrined to learn about another informal nickname the sisters had for boys like them. In addition to Little Sisters, Delta Darlings and all the others, they had now also earned the unofficial title of “The Lockettes.” As they wrote, they all remained keenly aware of the unpleasant confinement they felt under their dancer’s belts.

Thank you ribbonbound for another interesting episode. I suspect the rocking horse has a few more attachments other than spanking. With regards sissyboy1212 photos, they are absolutely delightful He looks so adorable. Would like to see Him in much shorter dress showing off His cute ruffled nappy. Look forward to next episodes.