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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #105 on: July 29, 2020, 02:33:09 PM »
So glad to hear that it will continue. It and "Secluded Cabin Sissy" are two of my all time faves.


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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #106 on: August 04, 2020, 08:30:04 PM »
They fell into a silent coexistence, Sarah texting on her phone, Sammy suc-king his thumb while playing on his tablet. Every now and again, his tablet would play some sound, giving Sarah an excuse to look up and remind him to keep his thumb in his mouth.

To Sammy’s annoyance, the game seemed to go on forever. Worse, it seemed to love nothing more than going in circles. It would go from teaching him how to spell simple three letter words to asking him what letter apple starts with. Back and forth, with him seemingly never getting anywhere. Mr. Bunny’s Number Garden was even worse, constantly making him count things or say what number comes next, but never going above ten and rarely even above five.

Time slowed to a crawl and it seemed like Sammy was sitting there for hours, playing the games and sneaking glares at Sarah, who presided over him on the couch, seemingly unaware of how upset he was. Every once in a while, his gaze would fall on his humiliatingly childish underwear. How on earth did they fit him? Why had mom even thought to try them? If he had been more careful, he could have gotten rid of them before Sarah found out, but now that she knew about them...

“I'll probably be wearing them in college.” He mumbled.

“What was that, baby Sammy?”

“Nothing.” He quickly returned his attention to Mr. Bunny asking him to count the carrots on the screen. The doorbell chimed and Sammy nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Oh, my! Did the scary doorbell startle baby Sammy?” Sarah stood over him, smiling.

“Shuddup.” He mumbled into his fist. He quickly pulled his thumb out of his mouth, but knew that there was no time to hide from the person delivering the pizza. He tried his best not to look over to the door, employing the childish logic of ‘if I can’t see you, you can’t see me’. It seemed to work. The teenager delivering the pizza did not say anything although he did stare for a moment before taking the money from Sarah, who chuckled.

“Just doing some babysitting.” She said, too softly for Sammy to hear. “Have a good night!” She said a bit more loudly. She turned back toward Sammy, but realized there was a problem. How could she feed pizza to her baby brother? He was a baby after all and needed to be fed so he did not make a mess.  “It’s finger food.” She mused to herself. “I’ll just feed him all day tomorrow.” She nodded. Besides, being in just his underwear was babyish enough, at least for the night, right?

“Come sit at the table, baby Sammy. You’re allowed to leave your blankie.” Sammy stood up and walked over. “Go back and do it right.”

“Huh?”

“Thumb in your mouth, baby Sammy.” She instructed. Sammy’s eyes flashed angrily, but he obeyed, muttering into his fist. “Tonight, I’m going to allow you to feed yourself, but if one single bit of tomato sauce or anything ends up on your chest, tummy, or anywhere other than your face, you will be wearing a bib for all meals, do I make myself clear?” He did not answer. “Say, yes, big sister.”

“Yes, big sister.” He mumbled.

“We need to do something about your mumbling.”Sarah remarked, but she left it at that.

Pulling her chair close to his, she wiped his face between nearly every bite, as if to remind him of her presence. She even picked up little bits of crust and fed them to him, smiling as the little boy accepted them. Give me a week, she thought, and he won’t even be able to feed himself.

With dinner done, she took a napkin and gave his face a very thorough wiping, followed by his hands. There was no reason to explain or ask him if she could. These things just needed to be done, no matter how the little baby protested.

“What’s next?” She asked with a grin.

“TV?”

“Nope. Bath time!” Sammy sighed. “Baths are very important. You should want to be clean, baby Sammy.” He only grunted in response. “And what’s our goal for your bath tonight? Come on, you know this!” Sammy looked at her, baffled. “No piddling in the tub, right?” He grumbled. “Well? Promise me you won’t go peepees in the tub.”

“I promise.”

“We need to work on your mumbling, but that’ll do for tonight.” Sarah said thoughtfully. “Into the tub you go, baby Sammy!” He complied, noticing that Sarah already had the washcloth in her hand. “Now, remember, baby Sammy doesn’t bathe himself. To help keep your little hands busy, I found some bath toys for you!” She handed him three of her old Mermaid Barbies. “You can make them swim around in the tub while I get you all squeaky clean!”

“But”

“We used to play Barbies all the time!” It was true. Sarah had been obsessed with them for a full year, during which time she had forced Sammy to play Barbies with her, watch the movies, and various other things that probably made her brother an honorary Barbie Girl.

“How do I?” He asked.

“Use your imagination, baby.” She said, wetting the washcloth and getting to work. It did not matter to Sarah if he played with them or not. She just wanted to keep his hands busy, like she had said.

As she bathed him, she marveled at just how tiny his feet, hands, everything was. She knew, deep down, that he was older than her, but it was hard to believe with him there in front of her. Her mom had told her time and again that girls grow up faster than boys, but surely Sammy really was behind Jaxon and all the other boys who were years younger than him. She wondered if maybe there was something wrong with Sammy, but that did not matter for the time being. It only proved that she was right, Sammy was a baby in need of a big sister to take care of him.

“Who are you?” She asked as she finished her second full round of his body. She had wanted to be thorough, but to also make it clear to Sammy that she was in charge of his bath.

“A little boy who needs his big sister.”

“And your name?”

    “Baby Sammy.”

“That’s right! I bet after our whole summer of fun, you’ll be so used to that, you’ll even correct Gavin.”

“No” Sammy whined.

“It’s always been weird to me that he calls you Sam. Everyone calls you Sammy, thanks to me.” She grabbed a towel. “Stand up.” He obeyed, even though his bottom lip trembled. “And by the end of the summer, maybe I’ll have them all calling you your new name.”

“Sarah!”

“No, your name’s not Sarah!” She teased as she vigorously dried him off. Seeing a pout forming, she tapped her cheek, grinning as he dutifully kissed it. Setting the towel aside, she grinned at the naked boy in front of her.

    “That bath took a long time! I think it’s bedtime for you, Sammy!”

    “What? No way is it” Sammy stopped and blushed. Even with everything else, the word ‘bedtime’ struck him as childish, so he simply cut off the first half. “Time.” Sarah smiled and showed him her watch, which she had worn especially for this.

    “See?”

    “Sarah, you know I can’t” he sighed, staring at the arrows pointing between numbers. “Read a clock like that.”

    “Well, that’s why I’m here. If you ask nicely, that is.”

    “Big sister,” Sammy said with a sigh, knowing exactly what she wanted. “What time is it?”

    “It’s nearly eight o’clock, Sammy.” She said, trying her hardest to sound convincing. “Which means it’s definitely past bedtime.” She gave his bottom a little swat. “Off to bed, baby!” She followed Sammy to his room, quickly snatching up his Elmo briefs before he could try to put them on. “Here, I’ll hold them for you.” He grumbled, but stepped into them. “Tomorrow, do you want to spend the day in just your diaper or should we do one of your dresses?”

    “Neither.”

    “You can’t spend the day naked, baby!” She teased. “I think we’ll do one of your dresses, but maybe I’ll change my mind.” She grinned at his Elmo bed. “Forgot about that.” She mused. “Oh, speaking of things I almost forgot about” she grabbed his white nightgown. “Arms up!”

    “I am not wearing a” he growled. “That!”

    “It’s your nightie, Sammy. You’ll wear it to bed, just like always.”

    “I only just started!”

    “Then you admit you wear them. Good.” She pulled it over his head, grabbing the struggling boy’s wrists and pulling them through the short bubble sleeves. “And I thought you wanted to hide Elmo from me.” Sammy grumbled and glared at her. “Now into bed, baby. It’s very late for baby Sammy.” She shepherded him into bed, pulling the covers up and over his sissy nightwear. “Sweet dreams, baby. We’ll have another fun day tomorrow!”

    Sarah left him, but his knobless door did not close all the way, giving her easy access to peek in on him not ten minutes later. Despite it only being about 7:30, she could see the boy fast asleep and smiled to herself. Not even the sun high in the sky could keep him awake. He really was a baby.


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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #107 on: August 04, 2020, 10:43:09 PM »
Thank you, Andlat. What a treat to see this classic continue. Baby Sammy keeps sliding down, down, down . . . :)

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #108 on: August 05, 2020, 06:14:40 PM »
Andlat, thank you for that new chapter.  It's great seeing what Sarah is doing to Baby Sammy.  Keep it coming. 8)

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #109 on: August 18, 2020, 06:32:24 PM »
As much as it would have surprised him if he had heard it as he was leaving school that last day, it did not take long for Sammy to adapt to the new way of things around the house. As long as he cooperated with Sarah, he found that her expectations of him were not that out there. Granted, it was still embarrassing to be dressed by his little sister, more often than not in actual dresses. Sarah never failed to come up with new things to make her brother say. Her favorite, it seemed, soon became "I'm a baby, I don't know how" which she made him say whenever she did something easy for him like wipe his face and hands or feed him.

If there was anything that Sammy was most amazed by his rapid adaptation to, it was feedings. Sarah insisted that he be fed by her for every single meal without fail, bib around his neck. The bibs were annoying too, especially a yellow terry cloth one that said Baby Sammy on it and had white lace around the edges. That was the bib that Sarah always 'forgot' to take off him, sending him to play in the backyard with his bib around his neck. The feedings though were worse.

"Why can't I take this stupid thing off?" Sammy muttered, flapping his bib in frustration as he sat on the back patio, drawing with sidewalk chalk. Sarah had deemed it an appropriate activity for him, which he suspected was because it got his hands all chalky which meant she could wash them for him. "Because I'm a baby and I don't know how." He muttered darkly, staring down at his legs poking out of the pink and white floral sundress Sarah had put on him. As if to prove her point that boys could so wear dresses, Sammy wore a dress from morning to bath time every day of the summer so far. The only time she took it off him was for what she called 'blanket time', when she stripped him to his underwear to play the games on his tablet.

"At least it covers my underwear." Without even realizing he was doing it, he checked to make sure Sarah was not listening. She always seemed to be right there, making sure he was a good little baby. As a baby, he did not wear underwear, he wore diapers. They were still his briefs, but he had to call them diapers, under threat of Sarah putting him in actual diapers.

"Baby Sammy!" Sarah called, pulling the boy from his thoughts. It was a good thing their next door neighbor was nearly deaf, the way Sarah had just screamed his new nickname. "Come over here. It's snack time."  He got up and walked over, bracing himself for the inevitable. "Oh, look! Baby Sammy's still got his bib on! That's your favorite, isn't it? It has your name on it and lace, just like your dresses, hmm?" Sammy remained silent, following his sister into the house. "Do you need to make tinkles or poopies?"

"No, big sister." He mumbled.

"I want you to try." She said at once.

"Why do you even ask then?" the boy mumbled.

"It's important to ask babies if they feel the need to tinkle." Sarah replied. "Let's go potty, baby Sammy!" She took him by the hand and led her brother into the bathroom.

"Lift up your dress." He sighed and complied. If he had known that the last time he would get to pee alone was at school, he would have enjoyed it more or something. "And down comes your diaper!" She pulled down his briefs. "Sit on the potty, baby." She nodded approvingly as he did so. "No more making tinkles standing up. Why?"

"Because you caught me sprinkling on the floor." He mumbled. Sarah nodded.

"Very good. Now here's your potty book." He took the pink book with a groan. It was from when Sarah had been potty trained and was clearly for girls. "What's the title? You've been working so hard with Mr. Bunny!"

"Big Girl Panties." He read aloud in a monotone. He opened the book dutifully and read the first two pages out loud. "Bye-bye, diapers! I wear panties!" The lines made him nervous every time. Given his bizarre life, it seemed like Sarah could very well decide to replace his underwear with panties. Would his parents let her? Sammy had not seen them in almost a week, so he had no clue. They always came home after Sarah put him to bed and left before Sarah woke him up. He wondered if they knew just what Sarah had made him into.

"Keep reading!" Sarah instructed. "And try to make tinkles like a big kid." He hated that he was glad she had said kid and not girl.

    “Why do I have to read a girl potty book?”

“It’s all we have.” Sarah replied. “Maybe I can get you a boy potty book for your birthday!”

    By the time Sammy had finished reading the book, Sarah had decided potty time was over. With a smile, she handed him a wipe.

    “Dinky and bumbum!” She said with a smile. “You’re always whining about how I wash your dinky during bathtime, so this is your chance!” Sammy complied. “No tinkles in the potty? Back to your diaper you go!” She pulled up his briefs, smiling at Elmo’s face. She did not make him wear Elmo every day, but she had taken to removing the underwear that was too mature for her brother from his drawer. She delighted that, by his upcoming thirteenth birthday, he would be, for all intents and purposes, her baby brother. “It’s very important to make tinkles in the potty, baby Sammy, so we’ll have potty time again soon, okay?” He nodded, sighing as Sarah straightened his dress out. “Now, it’s snack time!”

    “You remember I’m a boy, right?”

    “Is that why you’ve got that sour face?” She asked, taking his hand and leading him to the dining room. “Of course I know you’re a boy. I saw your dinky just a minute ago and I give you your baths each and every night.”

    “But”

    “We went over this last night, didn’t we? You were all fussy about your pretty pink nightie and those new slippers I got you.” The slippers in question had been bright pink, glittery, and very fluffy, the sort of thing only a very prissy girly girl would wear, at least in the eyes of the twelve year old boy who had them on his feet that night. Sammy had stood in front of the mirror, pouting.

    “I look like a girl!” He had protested. Sarah frowned.

    “And what’s wrong with looking like a girl?”

    “I’m… just…” Sammy stammered. “Boys don’t” Sarah rolled her eyes.

    “I keep forgetting how many things I need to teach my baby brother.” She remarked. “Clothes are clothes. Under your nightie, what are you wearing?” Sammy knew a trick when he heard one.
   
“My diaper.” He whispered. Sarah giggled and he wondered what he had done.
   
“To translate that from baby Sammy, you’re wearing your teddy bear briefs, aren’t you?” Sammy nodded and blushed as she lifted his nightie to show him, as if he could forget the smiling teddy bears that had once been his most hated pair of underwear. “See? You’re still you, regardless of what you wear.” She hugged him, enjoying the babyish scent of his skin, thanks to her thorough baths. “You wear dresses and nighties, t-shirts and shorts.” Sammy wanted to reply he had not worn those last two things since school ended. “No matter what you wear, you are my baby brother, little baby Sammy.” She tapped her cheek and he dutifully kissed it. “Would big sister ever steer you wrong?”
   
“Whatcha thinking about, baby Sammy?” She asked, straightening the bib he had worn since breakfast.
   
“Nothing.” He stammered.

“Are you ready for your snack?” Sammy nodded.

“Baby Sammy, use your words.”

“Yes, big sister.”

“That’s more like it. Who are you?”

“I’m a baby boy who needs his big sister.”

“That’s right.” Sarah said cheerfully. “We’re going to have some yummy yogurt for snack today. You need calcium to grow up big and strong!” She smiled as Sammy’s nose wrinkled. She chuckled. “Now, Sammy. Without calcium, you’ll stay a baby forever! I like having you as my baby brother, but won’t it look weird for a baby boy to be going to high school?” Sammy fumed. “Can you eat yogurt by yourself?” She asked.

“No, I’m a baby and I don’t know how.”

“I’d be happy to feed you, baby Sammy!” She said with a warm, almost maternal smile. Sammy wondered if he would have to be fed by Sarah even after school started up again in the autumn. It was not like he could actually forget how to feed himself, was it? No, that could not be possible. “Open wide!” He opened his mouth almost without even noticing, grimacing as the slightly sour yogurt touched his tongue. “No spitting it out, baby Sammy!”

In one of his more brilliant moments, or so he thought of it, Sammy had spat out every spoonful of oatmeal Sarah tried to feed him one morning. Unfortunately, she had been one step ahead of him and, taking him to the living room, made him lie down on his blanket and drink a bottle of milk that she held for him. He spent that whole day only drinking milk with Sarah commenting on how he must be even more of a baby than she had thought. The next morning, he knew enough to eat his oatmeal like a good baby boy.

“So we’ll need to have you ready.” Sammy blinked. He had fallen into an almost meditative pattern of opening and closing his mouth. The bowl of yogurt was nearly empty and Sarah had said something.

“Huh?” Sarah smiled and wiped his chin with his bib.

“My messy baby Sammykins.” She cooed before finally explaining. "Jaxon will be here soon to pick up his undies. Remember? You need to apologize for stealing them." Sammy grumbled, but realization struck him and a hint of the old Sammy returned.

"You can't have friends over when mom and dad aren’t here!"

"Sure I can. They know I'm babysitting." She smirked at him. "Jaxon and Tiffany are coming and I think Amy's bringing Aiden. Three girls and their three little brothers, though I think both Jaxon and Aiden are bigger than you, baby Sammy."

"Boys" he stammered. "Boys are going to see me like this?" He did not know why, but it was worse to him to have boys younger than him see him in his predicament. Sarah nodded.

“To keep you out of trouble, you’ll be on your blanket, so they won’t see you in your dress, don’t worry.” She smiled and tapped her cheek. Sammy kissed it, but he was still concerned.

“So they’ll see me in my und” he stopped himself just in time. “Diaper.”

“That’s right. If they ask about it, you can tell them that you’re a baby. As if they won’t know immediately.” She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Just think, you’ll have some big boys to play with!”

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #110 on: August 18, 2020, 06:38:08 PM »
Your stories just get to the whole inner part of me, they are so much fun. I love them. Please carry on.

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« Reply #111 on: August 18, 2020, 06:45:35 PM »
Your stories just get to the whole inner part of me, they are so much fun. I love them. Please carry on.

Thanks so much! I like to think that your Amy and my Sarah would see eye to eye on a few different concepts of brother treatment!

 

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