Boys Don't Wear Dresses

[babyamylee]

Andlat,

I love your stories, and you should only ever write the story you want to tell. I love the fact that his mother treats him in a juvenile way and his sister gets favouritism. Thats my fave part.

Please write the stories you want to write, and let others who complain write the stories they want to hear.

[Andlat]

Don't worry, babyamylee, what I've written and planned goes so far into the future there's no way to deviate from it now.

[Andlat]

(such a massive next installment that it's split into two posts :) )

A knock at the door roused Sammy from the book he was reading. Since it was a knock, he knew it was not Sarah.

“Come in.” His mom poked her head in.

“Izzie’s left, so time to go to the store. C’mon.”

“Are you sure we can’t get me pajamas?” He asked again.

“We’ll see.” She replied. “Careful on the stairs, Sammy!” He grabbed the railing to stop himself from falling. He had misjudged the first step and had nearly tumbled. “You need to be more careful. Maybe you should start scooting down on your bum-bum like you used to.”

“Mom!” Sammy whined. She chuckled.

“I’m just teasing.” They reached the bottom of the stairs. “Find your shoes, mister. No wearing Daddy’s.”

“I know.” Sammy mumbled. His dad’s shoes were probably still out in the backyard anyway.

He trod over to the shoes, but try as he might, he could not find them. He dug all the way to the back of the closet to where the snow boots were, but his shoes were nowhere to be found.

“I see Paris, I see France, I see Sammy’s underpants.” Sarah teased. Sammy quickly tugged down his shirt.

“You did not.”

“Sharks.” Sarah teased. Sammy blushed.

“Did you find them?” Mom asked.

“No. I don’t know where they are.”

“When did you have them last?”

“Yesterday, maybe the day before.” Mom came over, but had no more luck than Sammy had.

“Hmm, here we go.” She held up a pair of white sneakers with three pink stripes on the sides.

“Those are Sarah’s!”

“They’re her spare shoes. It doesn’t make sense for her to have two pairs and for you to have none.”

“I can’t wear girl shoes!”

“You wore a dress yesterday. I think you can handle white sneakers.” Sammy fumed, but he still had a chance. If they did not fit, then there was no way he would have to wear them, right? “Just try.” With a sigh, Sammy pulled one of them onto his left foot. “Does it fit?”

“Naw.” His mom knelt down and squeezed the shoe around his foot. She looked at him accusingly.

“It fits perfectly.” He said nothing and pulled the other shoe on, bending to tie them up. He stood back up, but Sarah suddenly knelt down.

“Here, let me tie them right.” She undid and tied his shoes again exactly as he had had them. “There you go.” He rolled his eyes and muttered a half-hearted ‘thank you’.

“C’mon, you two.”

“Rock paper scissors for front seat?” Sarah asked as they headed out to the car.

“Best two out of three?” Sammy said. Sarah nodded. They bounced their fists and Sammy won the first round, scissors to paper. Sarah smiled and they went again. This time, Sarah won, paper to rock.

“For all the marbles” Sarah said, bouncing her fist. Sammy tried to predict what Sarah would throw next, but he knew it was little more than a game of chance. He picked paper, hoping for at least a tie, but he saw Sarah’s hand in the undeniable scissors position. “Guess I get the front seat.” She said with a grin. Sammy felt disappointed, but climbed into the back seat, having fairly and undeniably lost the game.

The car started moving, but then Sarah looked back at Sammy and gasped.

“Mom! Sammy’s not buckled yet.”

“Oh!” Sammy reached around to grab his seatbelt as the car stopped.

“Buckle up.” Mom said, looking back at Sammy. He always seemed to forget until the car started moving. He buckled and moved the shoulder strap behind him. “Why are you doing that?”

“It digs into my neck otherwise.” He said. “I always do it.” His mom looked at him for a moment as she pondered something before turning back around and starting the car.

The short drive to the store proved uneventful. Sammy realized he was actually hoping for pajamas. How weird that only two nights before, he had slept in just his underwear, but now, now he was hoping for pajamas to avoid having to wear a nightgown again. Not that long ago, he had wanted boxer briefs and now, now he just wanted boy pajamas. Why did Sarah have so much power in his life?

“Everyone out!” Mom said cheerfully. “Sammy, stay close to me and your sister, okay? Parking lots can be dangerous.” As Sammy got out of the car, he suddenly remembered his feminine shoes and sighed. He just knew that everyone would notice.

Despite his anxiety, no one seemed to notice as he followed his mom and sister up and down the aisles. He kept hoping that they would go toward the clothing section, which had to be a first for him. Unfortunately, mom seemed to only want to get house goods, which bored the boy practically to tears.

“Mom, can I go look around?” He asked. He quickly amended it. “May I please go look around?” His mom looked at him before shaking her head.

“We're nearly done, kiddo.” She said. “Hang on to the cart, it's busy today.” Sammy sighed, but obeyed. He had lost a lot of ground lately and he wanted to start regaining it immediately.

Before too long, he felt the boredom pressing down. It had to have been an hour since Mom had said they were nearly done! A brilliant idea came to mind. He would go to the bathroom and wander the store a bit.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To the boys’ room.” His mom nodded.
   
“Sarah, can you please take Sammy to go potty?” Sammy frowned.
   
“I can go by myself.” He insisted.
   
“It’s a very big store and there are a lot of people. I don't want you, either of you, getting lost.”
   
“You got lost in this store before, didn't you?” Sarah asked.
   
“Like six years ago.” Sammy muttered.
   
“Go on. Come find me once you’re done.”
   
“You’re lucky she didn’t make you hold my hand.” Sarah said as they walked away from their mom. “Might be a good idea in such a busy store for a little boy to hold his big sister’s hand.”
   
“Shuddup.” Sammy muttered, but no one seemed to have even looked up. He realized that some of them probably thought she was his big sister. He tried his best to look taller, but Sarah remained the tiny bit taller than him that she had been for a while now. For a brief second, it seemed like she was even taller than she had been that morning, but he dismissed that thought as impossible.
   
They reached the restrooms at the front of the store and Sammy turned to go into the men's room, but Sarah grabbed his hand and stopped him.
   
“What are you?” She asked with a scheming smile. Sammy looked at her in confusion.
   
“About to wet myself. Let me go!”
   
“You're a little boy who needs his big sister, so I'm not letting you out of my sight.”
   
“Sarah!”
   
“Don't you mean” he sighed.

“Big sister.” He whispered. Sarah grinned.

“That'll do. For now.” She released his hand and let him go to the bathroom.

[Andlat]

By the time they found their mom again, she was ready to check out. Sammy noticed a large box in the cart, but he could not see just what it was, so he followed along, trying every now and again to steal a peek to see if it was anything to do with him. He knew it probably was not, but he could not ignore his curiosity. As they went through the check out, Sammy realized his best opportunity would be when they got back out to the car.
   
Sure enough, Sammy did learn what the big box was once they got out to the car. His mom put the bags in the trunk, but left the box out.
   
“What’s that, mom?” Sarah asked.
   
“Well, I noticed that Sammy is having some trouble with the seatbelts.” Sammy felt a weight in his stomach. “So, I got him this booster seat.”
   
“Mom!” Sammy protested, but his mom ignored him. She opened up the box, right there in the parking lot, and pulled out what looked to Sammy to be a baby car seat, just in a size that he had never seen before. It was big. Big enough for him. And worse... “It’s pink!” He whined.
   
“It’s all they had.” His mom replied. “Besides, you have a pink nightie at home.”
   
“Mom!”
   
“Sarah, help me get this into the car since Sammy’s not going to help us.”
   
“It’s like your own special seat, Sammy.” Sarah said. He knew she was over the moon about this, but she was doing a surprisingly good job about hiding it. Had mom mentioned it to her beforehand? Sammy had his suspicions. “Almost set for you!” Sammy sighed and looked around the parking lot. Could he make a run for it? He tried to summon the resolve to do it, but all he managed to do was shuffle his pink striped sneaker slightly away from the car.
   
“Alright, Sammy. All set for you!” His mom grabbed his wrist and pulled him back over. “Climb up.” With all the enthusiasm of a prisoner at the gallows, Sammy complied, although he got a little boost from his mom. Immediately, she locked him in, the buckle fastening between his thighs. With the added height, he could only touch the floor if he pointed his toes.
   
“He fits!”
   
“With room to grow.” Mom added. “Looks like we've found a winner, Sammy.” Rather than sit in the front with her mom, Sarah slid into the back row with Sammy, leaning over to inspect his new car seat.
   
“What a secure little boy.” She whispered. She only giggled when Sammy glared at her. “Take the scenic route home, mom.” Sarah said. “So Sammy can really get a chance to enjoy his new car seat.”
   
“Sarah!” Sammy whined.
   
“Geez, your feet barely even touch the floor, you're so little.” She commented.
   
“Sarah, be nice to Sammy.” Mom said mildly. “And Sammy, if you didn't realize by now, you're not able to get out of your car seat by yourself, so be nice to Sarah so she'll let you out.” Sarah grinned at Sammy and he sighed. Why did mom have to say it like that? Sarah smiled and leaned in again.
   
“Face it. You look like a little baby in your car seat. Little baby Sammy.”
   
“Shuddup.” Sammy whispered.
   
“Itty bitty Sammykins, all snug and cozy in his car seat.”
   
“Mom! Sarah’s teasing me!”
   
“Sarah, stop.” Mom said. “Your brother’s in there for his safety, not so you can make fun of him. Next time, sit up front with me. You two need to be separated.”
   
They arrived home and Sammy immediately wanted to get out of the car, but Sarah had other plans. She got out of the car and offered to help carry bags in, leaving Sammy stuck wiggling in the car seat, trying to get it to unbuckle. The button would not release, try as he might. He looked over his shoulder, trying to get his mom’s attention, but the seat was too high and he could not twist all that well with the straps holding him securely in place.
   
At long last, the door opened and Sarah stood there, grinning. Sammy grumbled and tried to unbuckle himself again. It just would not work! There must be some trick to it that Mom had kept secret from him.
   
“What do we have here?” Sarah asked. Sammy looked away and saw Mom going into the house, leaving him in Sarah’s clutches. He sighed, knowing just how screwed he was without her.
   
“I’m a little boy who needs his big sister.” Sammy said quickly. He was pretty sure he had never seen his sister grin so broadly. Rather than unbuckle him, however, Sarah fished her phone out of her pocket. “What’s a ten year old even need with a phone?” He muttered.
   
“Say it again for the camera, itty bitty Sammykins!” She cooed.
   
“No.” Sarah shrugged.
   
“I’ll go tell Mom you want to stay in your car seat because you love it so much.” Sammy sighed.
   
“Sarah.”
   
“We’re alone, Sammykins.” She said in sing-song.
   
“Big sister.” He said through clenched teeth.
   
“Say it nicely for the camera.”
   
“Why? So you can blackmail me?”
   
“No, no. I have a million other ways I could blackmail you if I want.” Sarah said. “I just think it’d be cute.” She shrugged. “And it’s the only way to get out before dad gets home.” Sammy sighed, once again running into the obstacle that was Sarah with her mind made up about something.
   
“Ready?” He asked, rolling his eyes.
   
“Mhm!” He looked directly at the phone Sarah held up.
   
“I’m a little boy who needs his big sister.” Sarah grinned and put her phone away.
   
“Perfect.” With shocking ease, she unbuckled the car seat, releasing her brother. “Can’t believe mom actually bought this for you.” She looked at it in amazement. Sammy just walked toward the house and Sarah ran to catch up.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Sammy is wearing nighties to bed, girls runners and now a car seat. What is next for the little sissy?

[babyamylee]

Thanks Andlat. I love the little sisters in your stories. They know their place.

[Plateguy]

What a great story.  Can’t wait to see what Sammy’s Mommy has in store for him next.