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!!!”
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“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)