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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #42 on: January 21, 2020, 04:13:52 PM »
Thank you Andlat.  Continues to be a great story.  Very teasing; Sammy gets gumption, then his will fades and he's putty in Sarah's hands.  Wonder what his father's motivations are?


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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #43 on: January 23, 2020, 09:27:55 PM »
When they got inside, Sarah was nowhere to be found. Sammy felt an immense surge of relief when his mom said that she had gone over to Rose’s house, with no clear expected time of return. If she was over at a friend’s house, he was basically free. Maybe she would even spend the night.

Sammy trod into the living room and watched TV. Sitting down, he was able to keep his skirt tamed, but he still felt so exposed, his bare legs touching the fabric of the couch.

“We could see about tights or leggings.” His mom suggested jovially when he mentioned it to her. He wrinkled his nose and his mom chuckled. “You can watch one more show. I don't want you wasting all day in front of the television.” She looked him over. “And I don't mean you should go hide in your room for the rest of the day. I'm washing your sheets and I don't want you in the way once they're clean and dry.”

“What am I supposed to do? I can't go over to Gavin's house dressed like this!”

“True.” His mom allowed. “You can go play in the backyard. I understand you and dad made it much safer back there, hmm?”

“Yeah” Sammy mumbled.

“Enjoy your free time from your sister.” Mom said with a smile.

“She’s not going to bring Rose back here, is she?”

“I don’t think so. She knows that your dresses are our little secret.” Mom leaned in and hugged him. “Until you’re ready to go public, that is.”

“Which will be never.” Sammy muttered as his mom left the room to resume doing laundry or whatever it was she did all day. Sammy wondered if he should know, but shrugged it off. Might as well enjoy being a kid with few responsibilities, right?

* * *

“Sammy, isn’t your show over yet?” How had Mom known that he might try to cheat and get a little more TV time? She seemed to know everything.

“It is.” He sighed as he turned it off. “I'm going outside.”

“Take smaller steps, sweetheart.” His mom suggested. “Then your dress won't bounce quite as much.”

“Can't I at least go put a different one on?”

“Why?” Rather than answer, Sammy pulled his shoes on, tying loose bows. Sarah tied them too tightly, he thought as he emerged from the house into the backyard. What was he supposed to do now? There was nothing back here, other than the mudhole and the old overgrown sandbox near the fence.

With nothing better to do, he trudged over to the sandbox, looking at the dandelions growing in it. He had hoped to find a bug or snake or something over here, but the only thing moving was the dandelions and grass in the breeze. He looked to the old tree, hoping to see a squirrel or a bird or something, anything.

Two summers ago, Sammy had decided that what he really wanted was a treehouse. Once Sarah agreed that that seemed like a fun idea, they had begged their parents to build them one. Dad had bought all of the materials and had even built the base of the treehouse before the fatal flaw was exposed; Sammy, the one who had insisted that he would all but live in the treehouse had burst into tears when he realized how high off the ground he would be in the treehouse, needing his dad’s help to get down from the base in the branches. Thinking back, Sammy felt a little foolish about crying over the height, but in his defense, even now, where the treehouse would have been seemed awfully high off the ground.

Sammy’s gaze slid down from the top of the tree to its trunk. Something shiny among the roots drew his attention and he hurried over, only then realizing that running was just about the worst thing he could do in the dress.

“Taking it off first chance I get.” He declared to the empty backyard.

Upon reaching the roots, he could not immediately tell what the shiny something was between them. Thinking nothing of it, he got down on his knees and reached through the gnarled roots.

“Well, this isn't very modest.” His mom said behind him. He jerked up and looked over his shoulder to see her standing there with a big smile on her face. “Be glad I wasn't your sister. She'd make you practice over and over. You know she would.” She looked over his shoulder toward the tree. “What were you even doing?”

“There’s something shiny in there.”

“It’s awfully mucky in there though.”

“So?”

“So you’re looking for another midday bath?”

“No.” Sammy mumbled, standing up and making a show at least of dusting himself off. His mom nodded.

“Just be careful. I came out here to ask what you wanted for lunch. Still not sure when Sarah will be coming home, so it might just be you for lunch.”

“Can I have” Sammy had never been very good at making up his mind when it came to what he wanted to eat. “I dunno.”

“How about I surprise you?” His mom said with a smile.

“How are we surprising Sammy?” Sarah asked, coming out of the house. Both Sammy and his mom turned to look at her.

“Back already?”

“Yeah, Rose had to go visit her aunt Sabrina.” Sarah said with a shrug. “What's Sammy been up to?”

“He helped dad with some yard work and now he's having some trouble picking a lunch. What are you thinking for lunch?”

“I already ate actually.” Sarah walked closer to Sammy. “How about you head inside, mom, and I’ll keep Sammy entertained while you whip up something for him.”

“No, I want to help mom make lunch.”

“I don’t need help, silly Sammy.” His mom said with a chuckle. “Just play nicely with your sister. No fighting, and stay away from the mudhole, even if it is nice and blocked off.” She looked from her son to her daughter and then back again. “And Sarah, please be nice to your brother.”

“I always am, mom.”

“Mhm.” With that, mom went back into the house, leaving Sammy alone with his tormentor.

“What were you doing out here?”

“Wandering around. Mom wouldn’t let me stay inside.”

“Well, it is a nice day.”

“That’s such a mom thing to say.” Sarah brushed it off.

“Do you want to play something? I bet there’s some sidewalk chalk in the garage. We could draw on the patio.” Sammy shook his head. He did not want to get down on his hands and knees dressed as he was, not that he would ever say it in those words to Sarah. “We could kick the ball around again.”

“Isn't it still stuck in the mudhole?”

“Oh, yeah.” Sarah walked around in a small circle, thinking. “I know! Follow me!” Sammy obeyed, but he wondered just what plot Sarah was cooking up this time. “Wait here.” Sarah said before disappearing into the garage.


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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #44 on: January 25, 2020, 07:00:49 AM »
mmm...wonder what Sarah is up to now.

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #45 on: January 26, 2020, 05:22:09 PM »
“Don’t like the sound of this.” Sammy muttered. He walked away from the garage door and over to the patio. Maybe mom was almost done with lunch? He could not see her. Had she forgotten? Had she gotten distracted? She always seemed to be doing a million things at once. “Shoot, shoe’s untied.” He kneeled down, taking special care to try to keep his bottom covered as he did so, knowing Sarah would not miss a chance to tease him for exposing his underwear. “There.”

“How’d you get all the way over there?” Sarah asked, stepping out into the late morning sun. “I found my old jump rope!”

“Jump rope? That’s what you made me wait for?” Sammy whined. “I’m not good at that.”

“You haven’t tried in years! Bet you’re a lot better at it than you remember.”

“Bet I’m not.” Sammy mumbled.

“I’ll go first.” Sarah bounced a bit and then starting twirling the rope. “One, two, three, four, five!” She agilely stopped jumping and bowed. “There. I’m sure you can do more than five!” She held the jump rope out to him, but Sammy did not take it.

“I'm not doing it.”

“Why not?”

“Cuz”

“Cuz why.”

“It'll be fun. You just have to beat five. Do six jumps and you can be done.” Sammy considered it. Six was not all that many. But how could he, dressed as he was? “Come on.”
   
“In this?”
   
“Think of it as practice.”
   
“For what?” Sarah only smiled knowingly, which unnerved Sammy as it always did. “For what?” Sammy repeated.
   
“Well, it's not even noon yet and you'll be in that until bedtime, won't you, little Sammy?”
   
“Hope not.” Sammy mumbled. Sarah smirked, but ignored his muttered comment.
   
“So you’re going to do it? Just six jumps.” She helpfully held up six fingers. Sammy sighed.
   
“I guess.”
   
“Yay!” Sarah clapped her hands before handing the jump rope to Sammy. “Just take one of the handles in each hand and”
   
“I know how.” Sammy insisted. He took a deep breath, but then stopped. “How many tries do I get?”
   
“As many as you need, silly Sammy!”
   
“I’ll only need one.” Sammy said, hoping his confidence would make it true. Sarah took a couple steps back to give him plenty of space and waited for the show to begin. Even with the light breeze, Sammy’s skirt was unruly. She just wished he had cuter underwear on. The sharks looked so angry and ferocious, not at all cutesy like his undies should look. She silently scolded herself. She was getting ahead of herself. One day at a time, Sarah, one day at a time.
   
Sammy breathed in and out, trying to gather himself. He knew Sarah had something planned, but what? He had never had much success with trying to outthink her, but he still remained hopeful he would, one of these times. With the slightest shrug, he decided just to jump. Six jumps was nothing. He would just take it slow.
   
“One! Two!” He stumbled as he realized just how much his skirt bounced with his jumps. It almost felt like Sarah could see his belly button! Sarah giggled, but tried to keep her face impassive.
   
“Not quite six. Is something wrong?”
   
“No.” Sammy replied through gritted teeth. He shook his head and gave it a second try. This time, he made it up to four, but stumbled over of all things, an untied shoelace. He fell to his knees onto the patio. “Ouch.” Sarah swooped over and helped him up, tugging his skirt down over his shark undies.
   
“No wonder you tumbled!” She said, looking down at his shoes. “You tie your shoes too loosely, Sammy.” She said. “So, from now on, I want you to let me tie your shoes for you.”
   
“What? Why?” She knew that she would get her way regardless, but why not try to make him genuinely want it?
   
“Don't you like the idea of me tying your shoes for you? Like a servant?”
   
“Not the way you're talking about it!” Sammy exclaimed. “You're making me sound like… like I can't do it myself.”
   
“You literally just tripped over your shoelaces, Sammy. You can't do it yourself. But that's why it's so good that you have a big sister.” She tapped her cheek and Sammy kissed her cheek. “Sealed with a kiss. From now on, I'm tying your shoes for you, right?” Sammy sighed.
   
“Can I just have a chance to prove I can do it?" Sarah shrugged.
   
“If it's that important to you, sure.” She looked at his knee. “But we’re going to have to take a break from jumping rope. Look at your knee!”
   
“It’s barely bleeding.”
   
“You’re being such a brave little boy.” She praised. “C’mon, big sister’ll get a bandage on your booboo.” She grabbed his hand and pulled the baffled boy toward the house.
   
“Sarah, seriously. It’s not even bleeding anymore!” Sammy protested as she dragged him inside, but she was on a mission and not listening.
   
“What’s going on?” Mom asked.
   
“Oh, Sammy had a little oopsie, but I’m going to help him get cleaned up. Now that his tears have stopped!”
   
“I did not cry!” Sammy insisted, trying desperately to pull away from Sarah’s grip. “Let me go!”
   
“We’re almost to the bathroom, Sammy wammy.” Sarah said. “We’ll get your booboo all cleaned up!”
   
“Sarah, stop!”
   
“You’re going into shock, Sammy.” She teased as they entered the bathroom. “Sit down on the potty while I find you a nice, fun band-aid. That’ll make you feel all better, I bet!” Sarah snuck a peek at Sammy and smiled as he complied, brushing his skirt smooth like a natural. He was becoming such a good little boy, she thought. “Let’s see what we’ve got. That one’s boring… ugh! How long’s that one been in here?”
   
“What are you looking for?”
   
“Just a minute!” Sarah said in sing-song. Sammy rolled his eyes. Why was he even putting up with this? Grabbing a bit of toilet paper, he decided he would just wipe the blood away. Then Sarah would see that it was barely even a cut. “What are you doing?” Sarah asked the second the paper touched his knee.
   
“Cleaning myself up.” He braced himself for her to scold him.
   
“Aw, Sammy! You’re such a big boy!” Sarah praised effervescently. He stared at her. “But why don’t you let your big sister help, hmm?”
   
“Sarah. I don’t need your help.” Sammy tried his best to speak clearly and calmly so that there was no chance for misunderstanding. “Look, it’s already cleaned up.” His comments fell on deaf ears as Sarah wet a washcloth in the sink and, kneeling down, dabbed at his knee. “This is ridiculous.”
   
“Big sister will get you all cleaned up. You’re being so brave!”
   
“How?”
   
“By only whining a little.” Sarah winked at him. Sammy huffed.
   
“Was not.” Sarah shook her head.
   
“Look what I found!” She unwrapped a bandage and stuck it to Sammy’s knee. He looked down at it. Where had she found a Sesame Street Band-aid? “All better!”
   
“I guess.” Sammy mumbled.
   
“It’s just missing one thing.”
   
“What?”
   
“Dunno. Let me think.” Sarah tapped her cheek, making loud thinking noises. It took Sammy a moment to realize what she was doing.
   
“Fine.” He sighed and kissed her cheek.
   
“That’s a good little boy! Who am I?”

“Big sister.” Sammy mumbled.
   
“And you?”
   
“A little boy who needs his little sister.”
   
“Very funny. Maybe you’re too little to remember all that.” She smirked. “Maybe we should just shorten it to ‘little baby’.”
   
“No way!”
   
“Sure hope we go somewhere soon so you can use your new car seat again.” Sarah teased. Sammy glared at her.
   
“Let’s get out of here.”
   
“Eager to go back to jumping rope?” Sarah suddenly grabbed his wrist. “Sammy! Your shoes are untied. Again!”
   
“Let me” Sarah cut him off.
   
“Nope. You’ve had your chance. I’m tying them. You’ve been walking around with them untied all day!”
   
“Have not!”
   
“Kids, stop fighting.”

“Mom, Sarah”

“Sammy, I’ve got a lot going on right now.” His mom said. “I don’t have time to referee every little spat you two have.” Sammy felt like everything would be solved if she would just listen, but he had no such luck. “Did you get Sammy's injury taken care of?”
   
“Yep! See his bandaid?” Sarah reached over and lifted Sammy's skirt, not that it was necessary for their mom to see his Sesame Street bandaid.
   
“Where on earth did you find that?”
   
“Back of the medicine cabinet. Bandaids don't expire, do they?”
   
“I don't think they do.” They went back and forth, just chatting away as Sammy stood there awkwardly, wondering if he could go find something to do or if he had to stand here and listen to their boring conversation. When he tried to slip away, Sarah grabbed his hand.
   
“Sarah” he whined.
   
“Sammy, don’t interrupt.” She said before resuming talking to their mom, holding Sammy’s hand to keep him there, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and again.
   
“I suppose” mom said after what felt like an eternity. “We should make Sammy some lunch already, hmm?”
   
“What are you making him?” Sarah asked, pulling Sammy after their mom into the kitchen.
   
“What do you think we should do, Sarah?”
   
“How about”
   
“Sammy, sweetie, don't interrupt.” Sarah said. Sammy looked pleadingly at his mom, but she was not looking. “How about you go sit at the table while mommy and I make you some yummy lunch?” Sammy stared at her as if she had grown a second head, but she simply smiled and nudged him toward the table. Sammy walked over to the table, but as soon as Sarah disappeared back into the kitchen, he made his escape, sneaking upstairs to his room, wincing as the stairs creaked. It was time to take the dress off, no matter what. Once he was back in his clothes, things would surely go back to normal, right?

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #46 on: January 27, 2020, 03:25:02 AM »
me thinks there will be a way to prevent him from changing back into boy clothes

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #47 on: January 27, 2020, 07:46:18 AM »
Andlat: as always in your story, the slow but steady social demotion of the main character is excruciatingly hot. Hope we get more of Dad actively encouraging Sammy to wear dresses/be girly.

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #48 on: January 27, 2020, 09:33:27 AM »
Krystalasbaby - Sarah can't be everywhere at once, can she? Sometimes even her plans don't go the way she wants... Or maybe you're exactly right. -zips my lips-

Pervscenes - it's so rare for me to include dad as a figure in my stories, perhaps I should be sure to give him lots to do

 

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