Part 6
Jamie sat back down beside his mother with great consternation as all the ladies began discussing their current book. It was something (incredibly boring to him) about two middle-aged women who took a trip to Europe together. The two shared countless empathetic and empowering moments with each other on their journey, and they also consumed copious amounts of wine along the way. Jamie fidgeted restlessly in his seat until he eventually saw Daphne usher Bobby out toward the kitchen… presumably to get the snacks. Jamie was beside himself. All the stuff the ladies were talking about was tedious, but he was still so nervous and uneasy due to the afternoon’s events. He fidgeted noisily in his seat until his mother shushed him with a finger to her lips.
Soon, Bobby and Daphne reappeared with trays of snacks. Daphne put her tray down on a side table and then went over to Mrs. Green and whispered in her ear. Bobby put his tray down as well and stood skittishly next to the table, holding the sides of his skirt with his lace-gloved hands.
Despite Jamie’s unease, he was inexplicably captivated by the spectacle of Bobby’s petticoating. He couldn’t help himself! It seemed to Jamie that every little movement Bobby made caused his puffy skirt to bounce up and down. Unable to look away, Jamie was mesmerized watching Bobby’s dress flit and flutter so girlishly. Jamie suddenly realized with chagrin that he was stiff “down there” and began to fidget even more. He felt so jumpy and anxious as he felt his face warming again! Then he was abruptly snapped out of his daydreaming.
“Excellent idea, Daphne” Mrs. Green said to her daughter. Mrs. Green called over to Jamie’s mother, “Susan, do you suppose Jamie would mind helping Bobby serve the refreshments? He could pour the tea.”
“Of course, he’ll be happy to help!” Susan immediately replied. “He can’t seem to keep still anyway!” Reaching into her purse she added, “and now I know what to do with this other set of gloves! There were two sets in the package!”
In short order, she directed her son, “stand up and put out your hands dear!” She added quickly, “if you’re going to serve the ladies today, then it’s better you wear gloves as well.” In no time, Jamie was horrified to find himself wearing an identical pair of the prissy lace gloves that Bobby was wearing. He felt like such a sissy… he couldn’t even imagine what Bobby must be feeling. The tingling in his pants got more pronounced!
Then, Mrs. Green insisted that Bobby return the favor and tie Jamie’s ribbons for him. Grimacing, Jamie held out his hands while his charmingly frocked classmate secured the ribbons into cute little white bows. Jamie felt so strange as Bobby tied the ribbons on his gloves. Inevitably, Bobby’s springy skirt brushed Jamie repeatedly as his petticoated classmate fashioned the charming little bows around his wrists. As Bobby carefully knotted the ribbons, Jamie’s tension grew greater still. The little tent in his pants started to show!
Jamie’s pulse accelerated, and he was almost in a daze as he stared ruefully at his girly lace gloves. The intricate floral pattern in the lace looked so foreign and feminine on his hands. Then Daphne spoke up behind him, “you should wear this too Jamie!” Before he realized what was happening, Daphne dropped a white apron over his head and began tying it snugly around his waist. “I was going to dress Bobby in this, but I just couldn’t bear to cover up his precious outfit.” As Daphne meticulously straightened his apron, it was obvious she had noticed his little protuberance. “You, on the other hand, seem like you could use some covering up down there!” Giggling out loud as she finished, “well don’t you just look darling!” She shot a knowing look at Jamie, and then she called teasingly to her brother, “I think Jamie likes your dress, Bobby!”
Humiliated, Jamie looked down to see that Daphne had put him into a very frilly white apron. It had elaborate lace detailing with adorable baby blue trim. The ruffled straps fluttered gaily over his shoulders, and the whole thing felt so girlish. The worst thing was that his fluffy new apron only served to exacerbate his little “situation.”
Meanwhile, his mother beamed as she examined her son in his delicate lace gloves, frilly apron, and sweet pink lip gloss. His cute little bowtie looked almost feminine now that it was framed so prettily by his apron straps! It was amazing what a few little touches did to sweeten his appearance.
Under Daphne’s watchful eye, the pair of blushing boys in their matching outfits began serving the tea and finger sandwiches. While the ladies discussed their book, the boys meekly moved from table to table. At each table, Bobby had to bring over the little plates of sandwiches resting on white paper doilies. One by one, the petticoated teenager carefully placed the small plates on each table. Then, he stepped back demurely and concluded the presentation with another charming little curtsey. It was obvious he had practiced his little routine.
Next, Jamie would follow and pour tea for all the ladies to drink. Jamie was very conscious of the stretchy feel of his lacy gloves and the poofiness of his apron. The two boys couldn’t help but brush repeatedly against each other as they moved around in such close proximity. This ensured Jamie stayed in a constant state of bother as he served the tea. Poor Bobby, meanwhile, was in a perpetual battle to keep from showing his panties, and the layers of his skirt rustled ceaselessly with every little movement.
All the ladies seemed to light up as these formerly misbehaving boys made their little stop at each table. To the boys’ chagrin, more than one remarked that they made such a “cute little couple!”
When they were done serving, Daphne had the boys sit back down with their mothers. Since Susan and Diane were at the same table now, the boys sat next to each other in between their mothers. Their chairs were so close together that Bobby’s voluminous party dress practically overflowed onto Jamie’s lap as well, brushing him repeatedly in the most unnerving way. Jamie could only imagine how the multiple layers of tulle must be constantly tickling Bobby’s bare thighs. Jamie could almost feel Bobby’s girlishness soaking into him as if by osmosis, and his agitated state continued mercilessly.
At one point, Jamie caught Bobby’s eye and began to whisper to his classmate, “how did…?” But almost immediately, he was cut off with a pointed shush from his mother. She shot him a warning look to be silent, and she held her finger to her lips. For his part, Bobby just shook his head and quickly looked away. The charming hairbow clipped in Bobby’s curly hair seemed to exaggerate every little movement of his head. The minutes slowly ticked by.
Topic: Jamie and the Book Club (Read 2586 times)
