Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Pre-2011 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: Tammiann on August 14, 2006, 02:02:11 PM
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Mrs. Jameson was having a terrible time keeping her promise to her son Terry. He'd begged not to be sent back to the public school from which he'd nearly been sent to prison last spring and had changed his ways so much that his old friends were practically gunning for him. Between his grades and behavior records, no one wanted the fourteen-year old boy, no matter how much he seemed to have reformed.
His eleven year-old sister Tina was another matter entirely. Every school she went to wanted desperately to add the brilliant, athletic girl to their student body. About the only good thing that had happened in the past two weeks was that their house had sold for alot more than Mrs. Jameson had hoped for and she had a chance for a promotion and transfer to upstate New York. If only she could find a school for Terry.
After she'd returned home from work one evening, she was surprised to see Tina so chipper. Terry was his usual glum but polite self, worried about having to face down his old friends, who'd seen him in his "reform school" uniform and were out for blood as a result. Tina often kidded him, asking him wahts the problem, he was now allowed to wear jeans and t-shirts like he always had, knowing full well that however boyish they may look, every stitch of his clothes had come from the girl's department at the store. But teasing Terry was not why she was so happy, as she informed her mother as she took her coat and walked with her into the living room.
"I've got a plan, Mom and I've even found the best school near your new job."
"Will they take your brother?" she asked, "Remember the last interview, they said Terry was too far behind to even think about a private school."
On hearing this, Terry went off to the kitchen to begin fixing the salads for dinner. He'd been the subject of too many bad-news conversations and didn't wan't to hear any more. Besides, he hated having on nothing but childish panties and the flannel bedtime nightie in front of them while they were fully dressed. Had he stuck around to hear Tina and his mother, he'd have learned that his deepest wish not to have to go to the same school as Jared and the rest of the gang was about to be granted.
"Look at this," answered Tina as she handed her mother a package of official looking envelopes.
"The copies of Terry and your school records for your new school...," sighed the tired single-mother, "if we can find a new school."
"We will, just look at the records..."
As Mrs. Jameson looked at the records she couldn't believe her eyes. She knew Tina was really good at the computer, especially after getting sole custody of her brothers "screamer" as she liked to call it, but never dreamed she could do this. Terry's records now had Tina's name and picture on it, and Tina's old records now bore the name Theresa Jameson with a picture of Terry in one of the Taffy Bear uniforms he wore to camp, while marveling at how official they looked, the soon-to-be twelve year old explained her plan.
"Eastview School is a girl's school, Mom, and while they may turn down one bad apple, the prospect of two tuition-paying students would be very tempting..."
"But why take the rap for your brother's poor grades?"
"The fourth graders are soooo immature and you even said I look like a teenager. I could get into college sooner this way and Terry would have a chance to catch up and do well."
"You're right," said the surprised mother who (after the past year and the refreshing change over the summer) looked forward to the prospect of having an all-girl household forever. "Even Terry should be able to handle fifth grade...but what about you? That's quite a leap."
"Not really, I'll agree to 'repeat' ninth grade if they'll let me into Eastview. I can soak up the edu-software Terry tossed when he got the computer, it will be a breeze, and if not you know I love challenges."
"This will certainly be one. It looks like the salads are on the table. Go get your brother out of the den and let's have dinner."
Tina was excited as she raced toward the family room. She was going to get to go to an exclusive school and would never be the baby of the family again. She almost laughed as she walked into the den and saw Terry watching Bernie the Dinosaur on the kiddie channel (all the others had been blocked off the cable and only Tina and her mom had the code). Recognizing the song, she softly hummed along as she sat down beside her brother. Putting her arm around him, she joined in with the singer, changing the song just a bit to reflect the new girl order in the household.
"...And I know he's always there, and I know he'll always care....HE'S MY SISTER! I love my sister..."
Mrs. Jameson knew from the puzzled look on her son's face that Tina had let on that something was up. She also knew he wouldn't like the new dress code, especially after a summer of near-perfect behavior in the hopes of going back to boy clothes and the good-old-days. But she had put up with enough in the past and he'd promised to do whatever he needed to to not have to go back to the same school. He'd asked what was up and why was Tina so happy, but got no answers. He'd have to wait until she got home from work and a trip to Eastview tomorrow to find out what was realy going on.
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Jared's visit couldn't have come at a better time. Despite several days of protesting having to dress as a girl any longer (since his summer vacation sentence was over), Terry's bravado melted as soon as the doorbell rang and he was soon scurrying back to Tina's bedroom, stealing glances through the window at the front stoop where the tall, muscular boy and several equally intimidating friends milled about. He heard them laugh when Tina told them Terry wasn't allowed outside, and as they walked away he heard them say how much they were looking forward to seeing him at school and football practice.
"Since you're already in here," Tina said as she walked into her room, "you can put on your outfit for the day. It's on the bed and Mom will be home soon."
Terry's look soured as he glanced at the bed. He didn't want to stay in the pink and yellw flannel jammies (especially since his mom made him go to the restaraunt in them---bunny slippers, too---last week when he dallied about and refused to put on the sundress tina had given him. At least this wasn't a dress, he though as he picked up the cream colored stirrup pants and pale blue t-shirt. After putting on his white knee-high, cable knit socks, he slid on the pants and then the keds loafers, feeling the cloth bunching in his shoe and the pants clinging tightly to his legs and bottom.
There mom was, waiting in the car when he walked out of the room. Tina smiled and started to say something, but decided to let her new baby sister learn for himself. She let him out first and as she locked the door she giggled at the sight of his full-cut girls panties with the tiny, purple-flower polka dots clearly visible beneath the thin, stretchy pants. Running to the car, she was anxious to hear what her mom had to say. It would be a long drive to the restaraunt, since she always went where no one knew them---unless Terry acted up, of course, then they might well dine at the neighborhood eateries where their friends hung out.
"You were right, Tina." said Mrs. Jameson, "Eastview was very happy to get TWO new students."
"Oh goody, Mommy." interrupted Terry, so happy to escape what his fellow "gangstas" had in store back at the high school; that he was unaware of his increasingly juvenile speech or the type of school he'd be attending.
"I'm glad you're as excited as we are, Terry." said his somewhat surprised mother. "Did Tina tell you about Eastview?"
"No Mommy," answered Terry, "but it doesn't matter. I'd do anything to get away from McKinley High."
"Yes," answered the unwitting boy as he thought of Jared and the last fairy to get beaten up at school, a beating he'd cheered on as one of the toughs in Jared's clique. "ANYTHING! I said I'd start over and do better if I got a second chance."
"That's music to my ears," beamed his mother, "but remember I'll hold you to it!"
"And I'll help!" added Tina with every intention of doing so, emphasizing the point by fussing over her brothers girlish outfit and even tucking the flimsy cotton t-shirt into the waistband of the stirrup pants. She remembered doing that when she was four or five and trying to be like her Daddy, before he started drinking so much and running around with the barmaids and then he ran away forever. She learned then not to be like her daddy, and now she'd help Terry learn the same lessons.
"We're going to Aunt Peggy's for dinner tonight. She's so happy that you got into Eastview she wanted to celebrate.!"
"Great, I can't wait to see Rachel and Kathy."
"Me, too." said Terry with a good deal less enthusiasm. Aunt Peg had never liked him much, and when Uncle Red wasn't around (which was alot since he was in the Navy) she didn't seem to like having boys around at all. His two cousins were his age and a year older, and he was never nice to them, always pulling pranks and teasing them. He just hoped they were more forgiving than he's have been.
Mrs. Jameson had told her sister all about Terry's brush with the law, the punishment she'd devised, and how well it had worked. Peggy had begged her to bring him so she could see for herself, but couldn't bring herself to further humiliate her son. But that was before Jared returned and convinced her to never let Terry follow his path again. As she pulled into the driveway, she was a bit surprised by all the cars, but knew when Peggy wanted to celebrate, she went all out. Tina would love it, but she wondered how the other guest of honor would react.
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Terry nearly fainted when he walked into Aunt Peggy's house. The chorus of "SUPRISE!" by the house full of girls who stared openly at him was almost more than he could bear. It had been bad enough at home when so few knew about his punishment, but now it was as if he'd been given a life sentence and it was being broadcast to the world.
Mrs. Jameson could guess what her son was thinking and knew this was the moment of truth. She half expected him to explode into one of the violent tantrums that he had before his experiences at summer camp. The threat of real imprisonment had cooled his jets, though. She was relieved to see the droplets of tears forming in his eyes and knew then that her plan had worked. He wasn't a bad boy anymore and she was now certain that she could transform him into a good girl just like his sister.
Tina enjoyed seeing Terry squirm and cry and could tell by the sly grins on her cousins that they were glad the tables had turned in their favor once and for all. She smiled even more when she saw Aunt Peggy walking in with a little white cake iced with pink flowers that had eleven dainty little candles glowing brightly. One of Aunt Peggy's friends followed her in from the kitchen with another cake that was larger, its chocolate icing glistening under the glow of fourteen large pastel candles.
"Congratulations!" shouted Aunt Peggy as she took Terry's hand and lead him to the table, "IT'S A GIRL!"
As the laughter died down, Terry looked at the little cake and read it. "Congratulations Theresa, Eastview Class of 2009." He knew he wasn't a math whiz, especially after skipping so many times, but Terry did figure out that the cake was meant for him and he would have to be going into the fifth grade for the numbers to be right. he looked at his mother and then the candles and said "This should be Tina's, I'm not e-"
"ELEVEN YEARS OLD?" interrupted Mrs Jameson as she clued him in to what was in store. "You are now, Theresa. The only way you could ever get into a school like Eastview is by starting all over. Tina agreed to take your place in the ninth grade..."
"But I should be in tenth..." Terry said before his mom cut him off.
"Should be, but your grades were so bad that Eastview wanted Tina to repeat it or find another school. So your new big sister is a fourteen year-old freshman." added Mrs. Jameson as she pointed at Tina's cake with her name and his class ranking on it.
"And Theresa is Aunt Peggy's eleven year-old debutante!" giggled Rachel.
With that announcement all twelve of the girls in attendance, and Terry's mother and aunt, began cheering whistling and clapping their hands as Terry bent over and blew out the candles. The chorus of giggles began anew as Kathy glanced at his bottom, noticed the tucked in tee, the underwear showing through the thin stirrup pants, and began singing "I see Paris, I see France, I see baby underpants!"
Even Aunt Peggy joined in the song, remembering how her daughters wouldn't be caught dead in underwear like that when they were five, let alone eleven and about to enter fifth grade. And the stirrup pants, only toddlers wore them anymore, yet Terry marched right into the house as if they were just dandy. The rest of the girls were equally condescending, unaware that Tina had picked out his outfit and would continue to do so, since they had all been choosing their own clothes styles since first grade. Just as that round of humiliation ended, another began when Mrs. Jameson passed around his student identification badge. The giggles were as infectious as the picture of Terry with his toddler haircut and Taffy Bear shirt gazed out from the motto "Eastview School---Where Girl's Become America's Leading Young Women."
Terry gasped when the ID was finally put in his hands. He knew he'd been mean to Kathy and Rachel before, and figured this party was payback for that as well as being the last punishment of the summer. When he saw that Eastview was a girls' school, he realized there was no end in sight, and that he'd walked into the house a fourteen year-old boy and would leave as an eleven year-old girl.
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Terry was so relieved that the party was finally winding down. All of his new school supplies were given as presents to him, from pink book bags and folders to a dainty little purse with little girl make-up kits. He had to opne and accept them all as the house full of girls teased and toyed with him. The worst were the packs of panties, all in heavy cotton that everyone called training panties with matching "vests" that were actually lace trimmed tank top tee shirts. Several girls asked when he'd get his first bra and if he really was older than Tina, why wasn't he as strong or as tall as her, and why was her chest so much bigger? He blubbered trying to answer the questions, which entertained his cousins even more. As the guests slowly filed out, he gathered his things in a large purple canvas tote bag, but was stopped as he headed for the door.
"Where do you think you're going, Theresa?" asked Mrs. Jameson.
"It's late, Mommy." said Terry, "aren't we going home?"
"Tina and I will to get the last of the stuff packed and everything ready in our new house in Wood Cliff..." said Mrs. Jameson as Kathy and Rachel began to smile along with Aunt Peggy.
"Can't I go and help?" Terry pleaded.
"You are such a good Mommy's Little Helper, Theresa." answered his mother, "but this is grown-up work and your Aunt and cousins want you to have a nice long visit before you go off to school."
"And I would love to have a little helper around the house again," added Aunt Peggy, "and your cousins would love to have a baby sister to take care of!"
Before Terry could argue further, Mrs. Jameson gave him a kiss on the cheek and swatted his bottom so that he scampered off towards his laughing cousins, who took him by the hand and lead him to their room. Tina giggled as she heard them say how they had scads of old clothes for him to wear and asked if he'd ever heard of Strawberry Shortcake. Tina wished she could stay and join in the fun, but knew there was alot of work to do so they could begin school as Eastview after the weekend. So, they said their goodbyes and said they'd return sometime Sunday evening. Aunt Peggy promised to take good care of Theresa and said she was so excited about having a little girl to get ready for her first day of school.
Terry woke up to find himself once again in a shortie flannel nightie and in a child's bed. Although fourteen, he was barely too tall for it and the "baby clothes" his cousins wore when they were six and seven fit him surprisingly well. As he sat up he heard Rachel call out for "Theresa" and said Aunt Peggy was tired of holding breakfast. He knew better than to keep her waiting and raced down the stairs, wondering where his stirrup pants and tee shirt had gone. Kathy giggled as he sat down and his nightie rode up in the chair, revealing the full-cut girls briefs he wore. Rachel asked if he liked her old pink nightie and when he shook his head no she said she'd try to find a prettier one next time.
Aunt Peggy told them to hurry up and eat since they had a busy day. When they asked how they should dress Theresa, Rachel and Kathy both began talking about party dresses, petticoats, and rhumba panties. Terry was about to cry but was just as quickly relieved when Aunt Peggy said to find him slacks and a top since it was going to be cold and rainy outside. They finished eating breakfast and Rachel grabbed his hand and lead him to the bathroom. The tub was soon full of strawberry bubbles and his cousin yanked his nightie up and his panties to his ankles. Terry started to redress himself but Aunt Peggy walked by and slapped his bottom hard enough to leave a handprint and his tearful promise to be a good little girl and let Rachel give him his bath. He tried to cover himself with his hands but Rachel took them both and eased him into the tub.
"You must be only eleven," said Rachel, giggling at his embarassment, "you don't even have any hair yet. Remember when you tricked me and Kathy into playing doctor? Then you wouldn't let us examine you after we showed you. Well, kathy's in medical explorers in high school and she wants to be a doctor or nurse, maybe its time for you to finish the game we got a whipping for playing."
"No, no, please." cried Terry as Rachel roughly soaped him up and rinsed him before pouring the baby shampoo in his hair.
Terry looked into the mirror as Rachel dried off his hair, telling him that something should be done with the scruffy mess. It had grown out some and there were still traces of the perm from the summer, making it look pretty bad, even by his standards---but at least it wasn't the toddler look he'd sported for so long. Kathy walked in with his clothes for the day. The same juvenile-style heavy cotton panties with the pink candy-stripes that were so disdained by real girls who were his age. Over these he slid on a gray pair of pants that he started out not to mind, they weren't too clingy and they actually zipped up, but when he realized that they zipped up in the back and there were no belt loops, he knew Kathy was just as eager as Rachel to get back at him for everything in the past.
Rachel swatted his bottom as she zipped up the pants, leaving Terry to wonder if he could get out of them by himself. Then she handed him a blue sweater top, which he thought might be alright until he noticed the deep v-neck and that it wasn't long enough to reach the low waist of his pants. Before he could protest or ask for something else, Aunt Peggy walked in and tossed him a pink sweatshirt-type jacket with "PRINCESS" lettered onto the back and marched them all out to the car.
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As they got out of the car and headed for the entrance, Terry felt the cold wind hit him and was now aware that the flimsy blue yarn "sweater" he wore was anything but warm. His bare midriff peeked out no matter how much he tried to tug it down and the deep v of the front chilled him in front and drew attention to his flat chest. He remembered ogling girls who wore sweaters like these, anxious to peek and see what there was inside. Now the boys they passed were doing the same to him. At least their attention soon focused on his cousins when they saw he had no charms to display.
After they'd been inside waling for a bit, Aunt Peggy took his sweat shirt, so he "wouldn't get too warm" This made him even more scared as now his backside was on display and drawing attention as well. Kathy and Rachel went off to find their friends, leaving Terry to be lead around by the hand by his Aunt. They shopped in every store, and Terry didn't know which was worse, the looks and comments from the women in the "old lady section" where Aunt Peggy browsed, or from the teen and pre-teen girls who saw them shopping for clothes that Kathy and Rachel might like. The old women thought he was dressed too boldly for a little girl and never failed to stop them and say so, especially when they saw the waistband of his panties peeking up from his low-cut pants. In the juniors' section giggles and whispers about panty lines and baby-pants stung his ears and brought Terry to the verge of tears.
"You know..." said one girl who couldn't have been more than 9 or 10 and had walked up to Terry, "my big sister has pants like those and says you can only wear thong panties with them."
"Why?" sobbed Terry as he franticly looked around for Aunt Peggy, who had somehow wandered away from him.
"Because..." replied the indignant girl, "I can see the stripes and lace legbands right through the seat, and they're so bunched up and lumpy in the front that you look like a boy!"
On the verge of panic, thinking she had figured out his secret, Terry ran away as she asked him loudly if he was old enough to even know about thong panties. Even though he was barely taller than she was, and his "pudging out" at camp had certainly rounded his frame, Terry was still a boy of 14 and decided then and there to end the "reform school" his mother had invented and that Tina was trying to make permanent. He raced over to the boys section and began picking out suitable clothes, unaware that he'd attracted the attention of the store detectives who watched what appeared to be a tom boy trying to go too far.
He'd grabbed some jeans, an NFL sweatshirt, some boxers and a denim jacket and was heading for the dressing rooms when the detective grabbed him by the shoulder. "How are you going to pay for that, Miss?" he asked as he looked Terry up and down, figuring it was just another bad girl who was too homely to be a prom queen and settled for gangsta-chick wannabee. "That's what I thought." the detective said when Terry panicked and bolted right into a security guard who came up behind him.
He was on his way to the manager's office when an angry, but familiar voice shouted out. "THERESA!!!!" screamed Aunt Peggy, "You may think you're big for your age, but you're still an eleven year old girl! How dare you leave my side and get into mischief!"
"She's only eleven?" asked the bewildered manager as he lead them into his office. "She certainly dresses and acts like a teen, and an ill-mannered one at that!"
"That's why she's being sent to a girls' school upstate." explained Aunt Peggy as Terry sat whimpering in the chair beside her. "Theresa here is my niece and I was watching her while her mother got things ready for school Monday. I thought a trip to the store would be nice...maybe I should just let them send you to jail."
Terry began sobbing loudly and his voice took on a squeaky, juvenile pitch as he begged her and the manager.
"Why not?" asked the manager, "you're not such a tomboy now are you? You aren't even tough enough for those sleazy clothes you've got on with your underwear sticking out and open to your navel, let alone those thug outfits that I wish the district manager didn't force me to sell..."
"If I buy her a more suitable outfit, will that make up for the trouble she's caused?" asked Aunt Peggy
"I suppose, besides, maybe that new school can make a lady out of her." he replied.
"That's what were all hoping for," replied Aunt Peggy with a grin as she took Terry's hand and stood him up. The manager opened the door and spoke to the security guard, who was about eighteen. Before Terry realized what was happening, the guard leaned forward, reaching out as both he and his aunt awed at the muscular arm straining the short sleeves. He grabbed Terry's hand and gestured toward Aunt Peggy.
"Don't worry about a thing," said the manager as the guard began walking them to the shopping area, holding Terry's hand tightly. "Brandon will see you to the Young Girls' department and make sure everything goes well."
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Terry cried as he was again paraded through the mall, lead by his aunt who firmly held one hand while his cousin held the other as they went on there way. He was getting even more stares this time and wished he'd put up with the girlie slacks and sweater he'd arrived in. The exposed waist and plunging neckline was bad enough, but now he felt totally naked with every breeze that touched his uncovered arms or legs, which were bare to his bottom. He couldn't believe he was being marched about in such a short, flimsy dress, yet here he was, and the giggling of his other cousin as the met her in the food court made him want to vanish forever.
"Oh mother, he's sooo darling." exclaimed Rachel as she fondled the fabric of his dress and lifted the hem, "I though only baby dresses had matching panties."
"So did I," answered Aunt Peggy, "but I found this divine Easter dress in the clearance section. Such a lovely pastel purple with the pink lacy trim, even on the panties. Theresa squirmed so much as she put them on you'd have thought she was the happiest girl in the whole USA."
"I think she was," added Kathy, "when I found them, our little cousin was holding hands with THE hottest boy in the store."
"I am so jealous," complained Rachel, "I bet Theresa even got a kiss from him too."
"I'm sure she wanted to," interrupted Aunt Peggy, "but she was so excited about getting a new outfit that she went to the wrong department and almost got arrested for shoplifting. The manager was nice enough to send us to the right department with an escort. Theresa even got to show off her new outfit and he walked us out of the store."
"What some girls won't do to meet a cute guy." teased Rachel, "I'll have to remember that trick"
"Let's get some lunch before we head to the beauty parlor."
Terry could only blush and pout as he was lead to a table and sat down. He felt so ridiculous in the satiny dress saw the finger pointing and stares directed at him. He felt like crying all over again but held back from fear of drawing even more attention to himself. Rachel, Kathy and Aunt Peggy had pizza and pop while he had a chicken finger kidie meal with a girls' toddler toy inside. He was also given a small container of milk to drink and when he balked at that, Aunt peg asked if he wanted her to buy him a sippy cup. He grabbed the little milk carton and began drinking the warm contents inside. As soon as they finished, they were off to the beauty parlor, which was situated inside the mall and all the chairs faced a huge row of windows allowing passersby a glimpse inside. Terry was lead in and quickly placed in the most prominent chair.
Aunt Peggy began talking to the hairdresser about perms and Terry could no longer keep from crying. He remembered his "new-do" at camp and all the teasing it had brought. His aunt finally relented and they agreed to straighten the curls that remained in order to try a different style. As he sat in the chair, Kathy sat nearby enjoying the remarks of the other customers about his "pretty dressy dress." Alot of the boys would slow down to peek inside the salon, hoping for a glimpse of something under the hem of the oh-so short dress he wore. Terry remembered all the times he tried to get a "free show" and now had to worry about giving one himself.
About a half-hour later, Rachel returned from a quick trip to a nearby store and sat down near Terry. When he emerged from the hair dryer, she giggled a bit, then opened her bag and took out some nail polish. He was ordered to sit next to her in the waiting area while Kathy's hair was being done. As he did so, Rachel placed his hands on the armrests and splayed his fingers, warning him not to move. He knew beter than to try, but did flinch when she began painting his nails a pale yet very noticable shade of pink.
"Don't you think this will look just darling on you, Theresa?" asked Rachel without expecting an answer. "I'll bet if your hands looked this nice before, that hot guy would still be holding your hands."
"Don't embarass your little cousin, Rachel." Aunt Peggy jokingly added, "she's not old enough for boyfriends yet, even if she does daydream about them and tries to get their attention."
"I guess you're right, Mom." replied Rachel as she finished the second coat of polish on each of Terry's fingers, "even so, it's a good thing there won't be any boys at Eastview for her to chase after."
"No, but I'm sure she'll learn alot more about the proper way to get a guy while she's there. Now let's go get Terry's ears peirced."
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Terry woke up the next morning as he usually did, wishing that the past day had been just a dream. But as he felt the flimsy pink nightie bunched up around his waist and saw the lacy panties beneath, he could only hope things wouldn't get any worse. He looked around the room, which belonged to his cousin Rachel. His other cousin, Kathy walked in as he stood up and tried to smooth the wrinkes from the satiny night gown and cover as much as he could.
"I loved that nightie, too, when I was a litle girl." said Rachel, enjoying watching her cousins face redden, "Mom says we have to hurry and get ready for church---and no more pants and shirts after what happened yesterday."
"Can't I just stay here and clean or something?" pleaded Terry
"I'm afraid not," answered Aunt Peggy as she carried in a bundle of white lace and chiffon. "everyone in our family goes to church every Sunday, even visitors."
"But I don't have any church clothes." answered Terry, hoping that by some miracle his Aunt would relent.
"You do now," answered Aunt Peggy with a smile, "This was Rachel's dress when she was a flower girl and a neighbor's wedding."
"I was only six when I wore it," said Rachel as she walked into the room wrapped in a towel dampened by her recent shower. Terry looked at her and couldn't believe they were the same age, especially since she was now much taller and her old dress fit perfectly as Aunt Peggy slipped it on him. "But look how well it fits him."
"Here," Kathy giggled as she handed him a dainty pair of white silk panties overflowing with embroiderd pink flowers and lace trim.
"I remember those," laughed Aunt Peggy as she held them up to Terry's waist, "You girls called them 'church panties' because they were so fancy and you wore them so rarely."
"I rememeber," added Rachel, "how we had to beg Mom to let us wear them, and she only let us after we proved we were potty trained...our first real big girl panties. Are those your first, Terry?"
His aunts and cousins giggled loudly as he shamefully nodded his head yes and thought of the "baby panties" that were now his only undergarments. He almost gasped as Aunt Peggy removed the dress and made him step into the panties. They felt cool and shimmery and he blushed even more at the thought of them peeking out from the hem of the slip and dress that was placed back on him. His tummy tightened as Aunt Peggy tied the satin waistband behind his waist and fastened the long row of buttons going up the back.
He nervously sat in the living room, waiting for them to get ready after fussing and fixing him up. He didn't need them to add blush to his cheeks, but they did anyway. The lip gloss they applied had gliter in it and he feared it would draw even more attention to him---the last thing on earth he wanted. He knew he would be even more on display as Aunt Peggy, Kathy and Rachel came for him. All of them had on pantsuits and he had on a fancy dress so short that you could see all the way up his white tights and the panties they covered.
"Let's go, GIRLS." said Aunt Peggy as she got her purse and keys. Kathy took Terry's hand and lead him out to the car. He shivered as much from fear as from the cool breeze tickling his nearly nude legs as he walked to the car.
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Terry sat numbly in the back seat as they drove away from the church. It had been the longest two hours of his life, with every friend of his Aunt and cousins stopping them and demanding to dote over the "sweet baby girl" they had in tow. The next few hours weren't much fun either, as they ate lunch in a crowded restaraunt, and went to a shopping center for even more shopping.
Never once was he allowed to walk without one of them holding his hand, and they even made a point of walking through the arcade, where all the boys were playing videogames and commenting rudely as they watched girls go by. Terry even felt the back of his dress being yanked up momentarily, but endured it silently as he remembered doing the same thing to his cousins so long ago. He thought that when summer was over he'd get his old life back and be one of the guys who hung out in the arcade, but now he wondered if that would ever happen again.
When they got back to Aunt Peggy's house, Tina and his mother were waiting for them. Inside, Terry sat on the couch as they wiled away the afternoon talking about their shopping trip and showing Mrs. Jameson the panties and outfits they'd gotten for Terry. They didn't mention the incident at the mall yet, and he didn't complain too much when they made him hold up all the new "big girl" panties and slips he'd gotten. Tina told him how much she liked Terry's new hairdo and said it looked just like the "Welch's Grape Juice Girl" on television. When Terry cried that he was not a girl after hearing that, Aunt Peggy spoke up.
"We know that only too well, THERESA. That's why you have a 'page boy' haircut and so many 'boy leg' swim suits, shorts and panties, but if you keep complaining your mom might have to take them away and get something more age-appropriate."
Terry's squirming and sudden silence lead to giggles from his cousins. Rachel even complained that Terry had a boyfriend and didn't tell them all about him. Kathy asked if he'd gotten his first kiss yet, which started a flood of tears down his face. Tina put her arm around him and told the others that her baby sister was much too young for boyfriends but there were still some boys who chased after "Theresa."
They all got a laugh out of that as they packed their things and got ready to head toward Woodcliff and begin a new school year in the morning. Terry was hugged and squeezed and pinched before being buckled tightly into the back seat of the car, still wearing his flower girl outfit, and made to sit there as they gabbed and got ready to leave. It had been a long weekend and Terry was asleep almost as soon as they got on the highway.
Terry stood in front of the mirror rubbing the sleep from his eyes as his mother combed his hair. Wearing patent leather shoes with lacy white anklets, he looked up from his feet at the short, pleated, red plaid skirt about his waist and the white blouse covered by the red wool cardigan bearing the Eastview emblem. He'd spent the summer keeping his voice high and squeaky and he'd forgotten what he used to sound and talk like. After breakfast, he took his Barbie book bag and matching supplies as he walked out to the car, wishing his mother hadn't written his name so conspicuously on all his things. Even the nylon, "full brief style" panties and matching "vest" he wore were labeled, making him feel even more juvenile and ridiculous.
"At least we're hundreds of miles away from anyone who knows me." Thought Terry as they drove to Eastview. He wondered if he really could make them think he was a real girl. It worked at summer camp but this was different. He hoped then his mother would let him be a boy again, maybe by the time he got to high school for the second time. In the meantime, he'd be the "perfect little wallflower" that Tina said he'd become and would concentrate on school. As he walked into the building with Tina holding his hand, he relaxed a little, glad that no one gave him a second glance. Tina made a joke and he surprised himself by giggling girlishly in response. They then went down seperate hallways to their new homerooms.
Terry sat down at the desk marked Theresa Jameson, careful to smooth his skirt as Tina had taught him. He looked around at some of the others names. Tiffany and Anna seemed familiar. Then he glanced at the one in the front, he thought of summer camp, shuddered at the thought, and knew it couldn't be. He started to whisper that third name when he heard a familiar voice and realized it was indeed her. Someone entered the room talking away but abruptly stopped. Terry's heart sank as their eyes met.
"Hi, Poopie Panties," shouted Jennifer as she greeted Terry, who was pale and on the verge of tears at the thought of an entire school year with her. "still wearing diapers?"
THE END?
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Terry really thought it was the end of the world when school started and the mean girls from summer camp were in his class. There were alot of miserable days but they finally quit calling him Poopie Panties and when Jennifer learned that Terry never told anyone it was her fault that he wound up back in diapers for summer camp, she lightened up a bit and was even friendly to him as long as he went along with whatever she said and acted as if she was in charge. Much to his surprise, it wasn't always as bad as he feared, and he often found himself agreeing with his classmates when they complained about "yucky boys" and how annnoying they could be. His grades were improving and even though is was only fifth grade and he should have been in high school, he discovered he really had to study hard to catch up on everything. He certainly knew what the other girls meant when they complained about their big sisters bossing them around. Tina was in still in charge of everything, even picking out his clothes and hairstyle. She always dressed him more like a first grader or younger, which added to his reputation as the baby of the class.
The school year went by fast, but summer went by even faster, Terry thought as he ran through the woods of the state park yelling and screaming with the boys who'd gathered at his family's Labor Day picnic. Since he hadn't seen most of them in ages and only Aunt Peggy and her daughters knew about Summer Camp and Eastview, his mom let him wear actual boy jeans and a t-shirt. Even though the guys sometimes looked at him funny or called him "Dutch Boy" because of his hair, they hadn't a clue about the changes in his life since they'd last visited. It had been a great day, and even though Tina tried to keep him nearby, he hung out with the guys and wished he could be a yucky boy all the time. After an afternoon of burgers, chips, hot dogs, and what seemed like gallons of soda they were too deep in the woods to head back for the toilets so the boys did what boys do. Except Terry.
After two years of what Tina called "proper potty training," he went off by himself behind a tree, slid his pants down and squatted without a second thought. As he started to go he saw the lace-trimmed panties and realized where he was and who he was with. He panicked when he heard a noise behind him, screeeched and yanked his pants up as he ran back toward the picnic area. As he ran he realized he was still wetting and that the boys behind him were laughing, cheering and racing to catch up. They hadn't even seen anything, but with the noise that he made and the growing, unmistakable stain in his jeans they had to make the most of it.
Terry was in tears as he reached the picnic table where his mom and Aunt Peggy were. He was completely soaked and little puddles were squishing out of his tennis shoes. Tina and the girls came running up as well and giggles were heard as well as the boy's taunts. Terry's mom chased them away and lead him off to the restroom. Tina began canvasing the relatives for supplies to help her "big brother." Terry was soon in the showers by the lake's swimming area and watched sadly as the first boy clothes he'd worn in nearly two years were tossed into the trash.
Tina came running up with an armload of instant hand-me-downs. Since most children and adults don't take clothed and bathing supplies, most of what she had had been borrowed from diaper bags and purses. After being given a body wash with baby shampoo, his mother lead him into the changing room, where Tina was waiting. She held out pink pull-up. When he tried to protest, his mother silenced him and asked him to recite the rules. He sobbed again as he remembered the rules he had to memorize at summer camp and that remained the absolute law for him.
"Rule Number One," Terry began, "I love my Mommy and will do everything she tells me to. When Mommy is busy or away, I will listen to my Big Sisters just like my Mommy."
"Rule Number Two is..." his mother asked, noticing how quiet things were outside as the kids listened in...
"I will always be as clean and as pretty as I can so I can grow up to be a big girl Mommy can be proud of."
"That's right," added Tina, "what's next?"
"Rule Number Three is..." Terry stuttered, remembering the rule that changed everything at camp. "Big girls don't have accidents and wear big girl panties only if they stay dry for at least three days."
"And the last rule?" asked Tina
"Rule Number Four...I will always be Mommy's little helper and a Taffy Bear forever."
Tina and her mother smiled as they helped Terry put on the rest of his clothes. His peach-colored tee shirt was both skimpy and small and looked like the "shrugs" Tina wore.
Over his pull-up diaper was a stretchy pink scooter from a cousin half his age. The purple flip flops completed the outfit and they took his hand and lead him outside.
"Here SHE is," shouted his cousin Kathy, "back by popular demand!"
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The boys couldn't wait to tease Terry, proving that "boys will be boys" often meant a pack of wild animals going after the weakest prey, even one of their own. But before they could go in for the kill, the ladies of the picnic shooed them away and soon Terry was swarmed by the giggled and hugs of his female cousins and their friends, delighted to have a new dolly to play with. When one little girl took a kleenex and wiped away his tears, another suggested a makeover, which always made her happy. Everyone agreed, except Terry. He didn't want to go back into the woods with the boys, so he let them sit him down at a picnic table as they couldn't wait to unload their purses and totes and begin.
Everyone loved hearing about how he almost went to prison until his mother and sister managed to reform school him themselves. Tina told them all about his summer at camp as lip gloss and blush were applied and removed as each of them tried for the perfect look, hoping to be the one that made him look the prettiest. None of them could believe that the quiet little mouse sitting with them had been the nasty terror they all dreaded seeing at family gatherings. More than one remarked that most of the brothers or cousins now rampaging in the woods could do with the same makeover. At the adults picnic table, some of the mothers were making the same observation.
The girls especially loved hearing about the baby-sitting class and sleepover. Some of them lifted his tee shirt and burst out with squeals and laughter as they saw the tan lines from a summer of halter tops and bathing suits. Some of them wanted baby-sitting lessons and a class of sorts took shape as they discussed baby and child care in detail and Terry was often used to model proper techniques as they lead him around, sat him up and down, and even bibbed and fed him. Before long, he was soon being bottle-fed and burped. Though it was unlikely to happen, they all said they couldn't wait to change him, and he blushed as Tina told them every detail about how her friends had cared for the baby.
When the youngest girls had used up all their perfume and makeup on Terry, they ran off to the playground. The older ones remained as Terry sat with his thumb in his mouth, trying not to cry as Tina told them every detail about how he "wet himself" in front of her friends. One of them took his hand after getting another diaper and they soon lead him off to the woods, away from everyone else. Before long he was again lying on a blanket and his diaper was "checked" again and again until, sure enough, he moaned, wimpered, and messed his diaper as Tina had told them he would. She was back at the picnic area while the anatomy and hygiene part of baby sitting class was being held.
Just like before, the girls loved seeing every last detail about boys and how their bodies worked, and he knew no more, and had seen no more than he'd discovered in the ads in the Sunday paper. But they were giving him lots of hugs and holding his hand and he didn't mind being their center of attention. With his scooter back on and his tee shirt now tied with a belly-baring knot at the waist, they sent him over to the playground, where he had to play on the slides and swings to show them what a good little girl he could be.
As the afternoon wore on, the last of the food was made into a light dinner. Everyone gathered at the picnic tables for the last time. The boys ignored Terry, but everytime one of them offered to "get him a hot dog," giggles erupted and he would blush and almost cry. They soon ignored him until one of the girls heard her brother brag about needing to shave. She looked at Terry and then at his legs and smiled. As they packed up their things, Tina told her cousins about the sleepover and how she wished they could join her in "getting the baby ready for school."
They all said their goodbyes, and Terry was soon asleep in the back seat, too tired and cried out to worry about how he'd become "the baby of family" in every sense of the word. If he'd been able to stay awake, he'd have realized that he was not heading home. Aunt Peggy had heard Tina's comment and had persuaded Terry's mother to spend the rest of the weekend with them, "shopping for the girls."
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As they were driving to the mall, he couldn't believe he was going through a repeat of the previous year. But here he was, sitting between his cousins Rachel and Kathy. Aunt Peggy and his mom were in the front and his sister Tina rode in the back. He was in a cyclone of girl talk and most of it was about him. He remembered wishing he could have tween clothes like the others all through school, but now that he was wearing them he was more scare and upset than ever. He was wearing lace-trimmed pink leggings under a denim mini skirt. The skirt sat so low on his hips that the waistband of his pull-up diaper was in plain sight. He never thought it would happen, but he actually begged for panties, which brought all kinds of giggles and laughs but not being excused from Taffy Bear Rule Number 3. At least if he had no accidents, he'd be out of diapers before the first day of school. For now, he could only hope that the rustling, crunchy noise of the plastic wasn't as loud for everyone else as it was for him.
As they pulled into the parking lot, he continued to tug at his top, trying to stretch the little pink tee with a picture of Zeke and Carey. They were the "total hotties" that were so popular with all the girls at school. All but one, Terry thought, as Rachel took his hand and hurried him into the mall. As they walked past one of the department stores, Teena and Kathy squeeled when they saw a uniformed security guard and began whispering to each other. Rachel opened the little pink purse Terry was carrying and handded him the flavored lip gloss that was all the rage. His lips were soon sparkling and he dabbed glitter lotion on his cheeks to make his cousin happy. Rachel yanked his arm, forcing him to catch up with his sister and other cousin. Rachel shoved him and he stumbled.
Before he could fall, he was grabbed by a pair of strong hands and he couldn't help but notice the big muscular arms of a bodybuilder that he wished were his. He gasped when he saw the id badge, and his eyes met those of his rescuer. "Brandon..." he squeaked in a girlish pitch that
shocked him. Catcalls and fake swooning erupted all around him as he left the gueards side to find his cousin. Rachel took his hand and yelled out.
"So that's your crush," she giggled. "I can see why."
"He's mine, diaper girl." an older girl yelled as she raced to Brandon's side, as he returned to his beat, warning Terry to behave or else, and telling the rest of the girls to do likewise.
Terry was glad to vanish into the store and as they began shopping for school clothes, he saw that his cousins and sister were once again picking out the most juvenile and feminine of outfits. What made it worse was that now that so many children were getting fat, there were extra large sizes of what many of his classmates called "baby clothes," which was of course what he had to wear whenever they had out-of-uniform days. He saw that next year would be no different and maybe even worse.
Tina laughed out loud when she looked at him and then at a display of clothing clearly aimed at pre-schoolers. She whispered to Rachel, who was soon giggling as well. He overheard them mentioning that the boys at the picnic had called him "Dutch Boy" because of his hair.
"I wish they were here to see little Dora." Rachel said as she found a yellow tee with the cartoon character on the front. Terry was soon modeling the shirt and a matching pair of shorts and when he looked in the mirror, he saw that his hair style was very close to that of the litle girl explorer from the tv shows. Just then, his mom showed up and told them their aunt was waiting for them at the beauty parlor. When Tina told him to leave the outfit on and his mom agreed, he knew how his hair was going to be styled.
When his hair was done, Aunt Peggy took him to the earring place and got him pink heart earrings. As he was putting them in his ears, Rachel asked if she could have her ears double pierced like Kathy and Tina. Aunt Peggy agreed and then Terry's mom smiled at him. They were sitting side by side holding hands as passersby watched and smiled. Rachel
squeezed her cousin's hand and encouraged him not to cry as his ears were pierced again. Now there were two pink hearts in each ear. While Rachel was bravely getting her ears pierced, Terry heard the daughter of some shopper talking loudly and looked to see her pointing at him.
"No wonder she's such a crybaby, Mommy." the girl exclaimed, "She's wearing diapers."
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The little girl at the mall pointed out his diapers to everyone just as the needle gun piercd his ears. He cried even louder and all of a sudden his face reddened in horror. Teena and her cousins new just what had happened. Terry had just earned more diaper time and would be going to school in diapers. His cousins were hysterical with laughter, but Teena almost felt sorry for him until she remembered some of the things he used to do to her. Terry's Aunt pulled on the waisband of his shorts, and sure enough, the white pull-up diaper had a bright pink princes picture proclaiming to the world thathe was wet. As they left the mall, the stopped at the drug store and got travel-sized bottles of baby cream, lotion, and shampoo. The girls couldn't wait to get him home and give him a bath, and everyone within ear shot knew about it.
After his bath, his cousins announce to Tina, who had been watching tv and had his cloths waiting for him on the couch; that Terry had "wet again" in the tub while they were washing him up and wondered if he'd ever get out of diapers. His eyes red with tears, Terry reached for the pink fleece pajamas with moons and stars all over them. He never thought it would hapen, but he actually wished she'd given him a nightie, at least they would have hidden his diapers a little. The pajamas were so clingy and stretchy that they almost semed too small and his diapered rear was as obvious with the pjs as before he put the bottoms on.
While the girls chatted about boys and the coming school year, Terry sipped his hot chocolate from a toddler cup and watched television. NEW YORK MINUTE was on and when it came to the part where the girls were running down the street with only a towel wrapped around them, he realized that was what he looked like whrn he came out of the bathroom, shoulder-strap tan lines and all. He was very tired when bedtime came, but wished the weekend would never end, since he'd have to go back to school obeying the Taffy Bears potty training rules.
At least he was dry when he woke up and one day closer to getting rid of the diapers. Even though everyone at school would call his underwear "baby pants," he'd much rather be wearing them. A quick breakfast and they were out the door. When their mother dropped them off, it was a repeat of last year. Everyone saw Tina take her "little sister's" hand and lead her to her first class at the exclusive girls school they atended. She stopped to chat with friends several times and always drew Terry into the conversation when the topicof boys came up, forcing him to agree out loud that school was so much better without any boys.
Jennifer sat next to him in class and was instantly aware of the noisy underwear he was wearing. At break time and first recesss she had heard the whole story and before long evryone was calling him "tinkle panties" and asking if he needed to be changed. Even though everyone teased and humiluated him, Jennifer was much nicer about it than the rest and when they sat together at lunch they chated like old frineds talking about everything but his diapers. He was glad that she was so much better to him this year and he thought he might actually get through this year better than before until she asked if he was ok and dry. Before he could answer, she slid her hand under his jumper the same way she checked her baby sister. Her fingers discovered that he was dry and a whole lot more.
"I thought something was really different about you," Jennifer gasped with a whisper.
"Please, you can't tell anyone..." Terry sobbed as tears poured down his cheeks. "My mom will send me back to my old school and I can't go there."
"Because you used to be a boy there?" Jennifer said so softly that no one could hear but him.
"Yes, I got into alot of trouble and..."
"Had to play dress up for real?" Jennifer asked.
"It was either that or reform school, and I'm actually glad Mom gave me the second chance now, even with these stricter rules." Terry said, pointing to the diapers and clothes that were far to young for him. "I actually like having girls for friends alot better."
"Even me?" Jennifer said as she put her arm on his shoulder, remembering how she'd treated him at camp.
"Especially you," whispered Terry as he took the kleenex she offered. "Not the mean stuff, but you were so confident and bold and nothing like the jerk I used to be. When I saw how pretty and popular you were at camp, I thought if I could be anyone in the world, it would be you."
"Wow," exclaimed Jennifer as her eyes began to well up. "The more I got to know you, the more I thought how nice it would be to have you for a friend. Even though I was a witch sometimes, I should have known you already were my very own BFF."
They held hands for a few minutes, then Jennifer opened her purseand shared her lip gloss and dabbed glitter lotion on her cheeks to hide "the crybaby look." They both giggled when she said that. Lunch was over too soon, but Jennifer promised to keep her secret and to be Terry's BFF, too. She would include Terry with all her friends and make sure to work with her until she was so girly that no one would ever suspect or find out about Tina's baby sister.
Terry never dreamed that he'd like his new school and new life until today. As he skipped out to the playground at second recess, holding hands and giggling with Jennifer and her friends, he realized that he really was one of them---even if he was wearing diapers and and was a little bit different. He was finally happy and wouldn't go back to his old life for anything.
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