Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

When I guess what might happen next, you take it even further!

How much more embarrassing for Eric for his mother to see him, feed him, and change him? On top of that, now Aunt Imelda and his 4 year old twin cousins have seen him and at least the cousins have laughed at him.

So it's still diapers, baby dresses, and bottles with mother, aunts, and Sabrina taking care of him until the end of the week when they take Eric back home. The women probably find Baby Erika easier to control than Eric the boy.

Will Eric's mother invite them to her home and would they prefer to travel (with at least one meal stop) with Baby Erika instead of grown Eric? After they arrived to Eric's mother's house, would Sabrina then change Baby Erika not back to Eric, but to Fifi to wait on them to repay them for the care they gave to Baby Erika?

[DaraJaney]

Episode 9

Eric and his aunts and cousins always got together for Halloween.  This year is was at his Aunt Imelda’s home.  She was throwing a party and Eric was really looking forward to being Dracula!  He had a great costume.

His Aunt Imelda’s twin four-year-olds had to be accompanied around the neighbours’ houses to Trick or Treat.  The aunts and Sabrina all wanted to get their party started early so Eric was assigned the job of guiding the children around.  He wasn’t thrilled about this but he wasn’t going to argue given his recent experience of getting on the wrong side of Sabrina.

The twins were dressed as lambs …. or sheep, he wasn’t quite sure but it didn’t matter to him.  The problem was that when Eric appeared as Dracula in his black cloak with fake blood dripping from his lips they screamed and hid behind their mother.  “Mummy we don’t want to go with him dressed like that”, Laura sniffled.  “Please don’t make us”, Mindy cried.

“Can’t you go as something less scary”, Aunt Imelda asked him.  Eric winced.  “I really want to go as Dracula … he’s so cool!”  “Well this isn’t going to work”, she insisted.  “How about something more appropriate”, Sabrina suggested wiggling her finger.

Eric looked down to see that he was dressed as Little Bo Peep and he clutched a shepherdesses crook!  “No!!!”  He was wearing a white lacy dress with pink trimmings over a stiff hoop.  He had a matching bonnet on his head and little ringlets dangled from beneath it.  He moved disconsolately towards the mirror to see that pink pantaloons peeked from under his hoop skirt which had layers of lace disappearing up under his hoop. 

“Pertfect!” his Aunt Imelda declared and started ushering them towards the door.  “Please Mum!” Eric begged.  But she was smiling.  “Don’t be out too long!” she warned him jokingly, as if he would spend a second longer in this costume than he absolutely had to.  They were pushed out the door and it closed behind them.  The twin lambs ran down the path excitedly while Eric loped along clattering his crook on the ground.

At the first door he tried to hang back and let the twins get all the attention but his pretty white and pink dress with its wide hoop, his large bonnet and pink pantaloons were far too eye-catching.  “Come in, come in”, the lady urged him.  “Come in to the light where we can see your pretty dress!”  Eric cringed but had little choice but to comply.  “Oh aren’t those pantaloons sweet!”  Not only did Eric have to endure this but he had to smile and pretend to be happy with his costume like a girl would be or else people might realise that something was wrong.

“What’s your name?”  “Erica” he responded with as girly a voice as he could muster.   The twins giggled.  Each door was the same.  On a couple of occasions he had to squeeze his hoop to get it through the door.  Some ladies actually tipped his hoop up to see more of the pretty lace on his pantaloons.  They loved his frilly bonnet and ringlets.  Eric wanted to die.

He kept meeting boys along the street, envious of their Superman or Devil costumes.  He actually saw a really good Dracula and that just made him feel even worse in his pretty Bo Peep dress.

Finally they got to the last house on the street.  He was desperate to get home and out of the mortifying dress.  When the door opened he could see a kid’s party going on inside.  The adults complimented him on his pretty dress as all the others did and he tried to smile and say thank you politely.

“Come along and join the party”, the lady said giving him a welcoming swoosh with her arm.  “Thanks but …” Eric began but the twins immediately ran into the party shouting “Yay!”  Eric sighed.  He had no choice but to pick up his hoop skirt and join the party.

Cake and cola were quickly passed into his hands.  He was able to lean the crook against the wall.  He stood there with his hands full wondering if he could sit and get the weight off his legs.  He spotted a vacant spot on the sofa and went over.

He sat down still clutching his cake and cola.  His hoop tipped upwards as he sat.  There were screams of laughter.  “Those rows of pretty lace go all the way up the pantaloons!” someone shouted.  Eric desperately tried to push his hoop down while not dropping the cake on the carpet or spilling the cola on his dress.  It was impossible.  He had to stand up again to bring the full exposure of his frilly pantaloons to an end.

He was very hot in the costume.  “Why don’t you take off your bonnet”, a lady asked , seeing his discomfort.  He couldn’t take his bonnet off because people would see his boyish hair and realise that he was a teenage boy in a sissy Bo-Peep costume.  He just shook his head and smiled embarrassedly.  “You obviously do love your pretty costume, don’t you?” she persisted.  Eric cringed but had to nod agreement.

They started traditional Halloween games like trying to catch the apple in a bowl of water with your teeth.  This was a nightmare for Eric.  Everyone must have wondered why he wouldn’t take his bonnet off when the wide brim was making it so difficult for Eric to get his head in the bowl.  He desperately tried to hold back his dangling ringlets as well as trying to make sure that his hoop skirt didn’t stick up in an embarrassing way again.

His mother arrived later having heard that they were there.  A neighbour told her how pretty Erica looked in her pretty dress, bonnet and pantaloons.  Eric cringed and tried to smile as his mother nodded her agreement.  “My son Pat is having a birthday party tomorrow, you must all come!” the neighbour told her.  “We’d love to!”, his mother replied, “wouldn’t you?” she asked, giving Eric a knowing look.  The neighbour was looking at him waiting for an answer.  “Yes!” he replied desperately trying to hold his smile while contemplating how he was going to get out of going to the party as the girl that they all thought he was!

(to be continued)

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

The Halloween episode was great!

I really liked the Eric's dilemmas of sitting down in his hoopskirt showing off all of his pantaloons, and then having to bob for apples in his bonnet while holding back his ringlets.

The invitation to the birthday party was the crowning humiliation.

I'm looking forward to the upcoming episodes.

[sissykimmy1]

Sounds like time for a classic party dress scene, with little girl mannerisms a magically enforced requirement.  :)

[Andlat]

Sounds like time for a classic party dress scene, with little girl mannerisms a magically enforced requirement.  :)

I second all of this! :)

[DaraJaney]

Episode 10

(previously on Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin …
“Can’t you go as something less scary”, Aunt Imelda asked him.  Eric winced.  “I really want to go as Dracula … he’s so cool!”  “Well this isn’t going to work”, she insisted.  “How about something more appropriate”, Sabrina suggested wiggling her finger.  Eric looked down to see that he was dressed as Little Bo Peep and he clutched a shepherdesses crook!  “No!!!” 

….

“My son Pat is having a birthday party tomorrow, you must all come!” the neighbour told her.  “We’d love to!”, his mother replied, “wouldn’t you?” she asked, giving Eric a knowing look.  The neighbour was looking at him waiting for an answer.  “Yes!” he replied desperately trying to hold his smile while contemplating how he was going to get out of going to the party as the girl that they all thought he was!)


“Please Mum, you can’t make me go to the party dressed as a girl!” Eric begged the next day.  “Would you rather go as a boy then?”  Eric frowned at her.  He didn’t want people to know that he had been dressed so convincingly Little Bo Peep complete with bonnet and frilly pantaloons the night before.  “Well we are all going to the party so you have to come.  We’ll find you a nice party dress.”  Eric sighed.

“Oh yeah?” Sabrina cut in addressing Zelda, “like that awful party dress you made me wear to Granny’s 80th birthday party?”  “Did we?  I don’t recall”, Zelda replied.  “You remember!” Sabrina insisted.  “This one.”  She wiggled her finger at Eric.

He was now dressed in a bright pink party dress with several layers of petticoats, puffed sleeves and two matching pink bows in his hair.  “Hey!”  His dress only barely covered his bottom and below that he wore white lacey tights and pink ankle socks with lace trim and pink t-bar shoes.

“No way!”  He couldn’t believe this was happening again.  “If it was good enough for me then it is good enough for you!” Sabrina insisted, walking away from him in his pink dress.  He looked in the mirror.  He reached up to remove the pink bows in his hair but his dress rode up exposing his pink frilly panties.  He dropped his arms quickly, trying to push down his petticoats.  “It’s not fair!  I can’t reach up or bend over without showing my panties”, he protested.

His mother was unsympathetic.  “Well you shouldn’t be bending over or reaching up, it’s unladylike.  That outfit is just perfect for him”, she insisted.  “Those pink frilly panties should ensure that he takes proper care of his deportment.  Come along now.”
 

So Eric approached the party in his pink dress, desperately trying to hold his petticoats steady as he walked because any rocking of his petticoats would give glimpses of his pink frilly panties.  He was determined to sit or stand quietly at the party and try to maintain some sort of dignity in this mortifying situation.

They were shown in by the neighbour and went into the back garden, Eric walking as demurely as he could holding his petticoats steady with his arms.  He saw that a bouncy castle was set up in the back garden.  Normally he would love to have a go on that but there was no way in this short flouncy dress!

Then he saw that a piñata was dangling from a tree.  A boy was reaching up on his tippy toes trying to hit it with a bat.  There was no way Eric was going to try that in his short dress either!  Other children had drawn hop scotch on the patio.  He watched as a girl in shorts hoped a few times and then bent over to retrieve the counter on the ground.  He could visualize how bending over like that was going to go for him in this dress and panties.

“Where would you like to play first?” the neighbour asked him.  Eric smiled politely and desperately looked around for something he could do that would involve the minimum movement.  He saw three girls having a tea party with dolls at a kiddies table in the corner of the patio.  He sighed.  The neighbour was waiting for an answer.  “Can I play with the dolls?” Eric asked mortified.  “Of course you can!”  She guided him over.

Even the girls playing with the dolls were clearly surprised by Eric’s sissy short dress and he was worried about the low angle of view that they had as he tried to push his petticoats down again.  He could see them smirk at his frilly ankle socks as he tried to control his petticoats as he sat on a little chair beside them.

“Now here is your number”, the lady told Eric handing him a large ticket.  There are so many children here today that you all have to take turns on each game.  Don’t worry you will hear your number called for each game and you will then take your turn.  Eric took his number and looked again at the bouncy castle, the high piñata and the hopscotch and winced.

It was a terrible sign of the state he was in that he wanted to continue playing with dolls.  At least this way he could keep his short flouncy petticoats under control.  But inevitably his number came up for the bouncy castle.

“Please can I continue playing with the dolls?” he begged while Sabrina sniggered.  But his host was having none of it.  She walked him over to the bouncy castle.  He stood looking gloomily at the children bouncing head over heels.  Normally he would love a bouncy castle but now he just clutched his petticoats nervously.  First he had to take off his shoes.  He was about to bend over and them remembered.  He went to kneel on the ground but his mother called “don’t dirty your tights on the grass dear!”  Lots of children heard and smirked at him in his sissy white tights.

He desperately tried to take off his shoes without bending over too much but he could hear tittering behind.  It was pointless anyway he realized.  The inflatable rose about a meter above ground and he was going to have to climb up on it.  He did so in the full knowledge that everyone behind would get a clear view of his pink frilly panties framed by his layers of petticoats.  The only thing was to get it over with as quickly as possible.

He scrambled up in a flurry of petticoats.  But he was no sooner there than children started bouncing beside him and he careered uncontrollably around the inflatable.  He ended up in the corner with his legs in the air.  He just about got his petticoats down when another mean boy bounced right beside him and had him somersaulting again.

He was so relieved to be able to get off the damn thing and arrange his petticoats prettily again and straighten the bows in his hair.  “Your turn for the piñata”, he heard someone shout.  He cringed.  “Please can I go back to playing with the dolls?!”

(to be continued)

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

What an embarrassing party so far for Eric and the games are only half way through, with opportunities to show his lacy pink panties at pinata and hop scotch, not to mention afterward dealing with both hands full with cake and drink. They are outdoors and the wind could become a bit of a petticoat uplifting experience.