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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #49 on: January 29, 2020, 05:14:55 PM »
Hi Andlat, still enjoying this story immensely.  I imagine it will get interesting for little Sammy as he tries to assert his independence, both with Sarah and especially his mom....


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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #50 on: January 29, 2020, 06:18:00 PM »
Easing the door shut, Sam breathed a sigh of relief, barely even glancing at his mattress with its missing bedsheets. Mom was washing them, like she had said. He had more important things on his mind.

His plan was simple. He would just put on pants and a shirt and then head back downstairs, not even acknowledging that he changed clothes. He nodded to himself. Maybe, just to be safe, he would change his underwear as well. That way, even if he was forced back into a dress, they would see that he changed his underwear and he would get some brownie points. The first step was getting the dress off.
   
Sammy tugged it over his head, but it got stuck around his neck. He yanked and nearly choked himself in his struggle. He would need to try something else.
   
“Oh, it’s still buttoned.” He reached to the back of his neck and unbuttoned it with only a minimal struggle. “There we go.” He pulled the dress off and breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, now to change.” In no time flat, he felt normal again, standing in front of the mirror in his normal boy clothes. “Hope this lasts.” He felt a gnawing in his stomach as he realized that Sarah would never let him get away with this. “Who cares about what Sarah says? She’s my little sister!”
   
“Sammy?” He heard his mom call. “Are you up there?”
   
“Coming, mom.” Sammy said, hurrying out of his room. He only wished he had thought to remove the bandaid before right now. At least it was covered by his shorts. He skidded to a stop at the top of the stairs. Had he left the dress on his floor? He hurried back and put it in his hamper. He was not taking any chances.
   
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sarah asked accusingly the moment Sammy came downstairs. “Go back upstairs this instant!”
   
“No way” Sammy said. Sarah frowned.
   
“Sarah, leave your brother alone so he can eat his lunch.” Their mom called from the kitchen. “If he changed clothes, that's his choice.”
   
“Can I feed him again?” Sarah asked with a wicked grin as Sammy sat at the table. Sammy had a sneaking suspicion that she would try to dirty his shirt if she got to feed him.
   
“I don't think he needs any help with a sandwich.” Mom replied dryly. “Did you change your underwear?” Sammy stared at her in surprise before stammering a yes. “Do I need to check?”
   
“No, it just took me by surprise is all.” Sammy said. She nodded and set a sandwich in front of him. It was cut into quarters and the crusts were cut off, not that Sammy was too unhappy about that latter fact. He had never really liked bread crusts. The sandwich oozed peanut butter and grape jelly. “What's this?”
   
“Your lunch. You didn't tell me what you wanted, so” she set a glass of milk in front of him. “We went old school.” Sammy glanced over at Sarah, who seemed thrilled. Of course it was her idea. “Sarah, how about you go and do what we talked about while Sammy was upstairs?”
   
“What's that?” Mom smiled as Sarah practically skipped into the living room.
   
“Well, Sam,” she said slowly. “I'm getting a bit concerned about how much time you spend watching TV and playing on your tablet.”
   
“I've hardly touched them today!”
   
“This is more than just a one day thing, Sam.” She replied. “So, I'm having Sarah set up time limits. Once you exceed that amount of time, you won't be able to get access without a password, which only me and dad will have.”
   
“And Sarah? She's the one setting it up, after all.”
   
“I figure you'll be more comfortable asking me or dad for permission, so let's just say it's only us who have it.” Mom said with a smile. “If Sarah abuses it too much, she'll lose that privilege. Trust me.”
   
“How is that fair?”
   
“We’ll be watching very closely, Sammy.” Mom reassured him. “Now eat your lunch.” Sammy obeyed, quickly discovering that the sandwich had a lot of jelly on it, making it a messy endeavor. He leaned forward, keeping the sandwich over the plate, unsure of exactly what fate would befall him if any jelly got on his shirt. “Drink your milk, Sammy. You need it to grow up big and strong.” Sammy made a face. He had never really liked milk and now mom, or more likely Sarah, had poured a full glass in what had to be the biggest glass in the whole house. He reached out to grab it, nearly knocking it over. He quickly steadied it, realizing just how dangerously close he had come to spilling it. Sammy did not even want to think about what would happen if he had spilled. He shuddered.
   
Taking great care, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip, grimacing as the milk touched his tongue. Yep, still don’t like milk, he thought.
   
“You’re not leaving the table until you finish your milk.” His mom said. He stared at her. Could she read his mind? She just smiled. “Just drink it quickly, but not so quickly you give yourself a headache.” He nodded and took another sip. Maybe it was just his imagination, but the second sip seemed even worse.
   
Sarah came back into the dining room, smiling as she saw Sammy trying to force down his milk.
   
“Everything’s all set for Sammy, mom.”
   
“You didn’t do anything mean, did you, Sarah?” Mom asked. Sarah gasped.
   
“Mom! Why would you accuse me of such a thing?”
   
“You know why, Sarah. You never miss a chance to torment your brother.” Sammy looked at his mom and sister, trying his best to make it look like he was not looking, nor that he was beaming at the fact that his mom seemed to be taking his side for once. He felt a warmth inside as he realized that he had made it much longer than he had expected in his normal clothes. Maybe he would never have to wear a dress again!
One glance at Sarah was all he needed to know that that was little more than wishful thinking. Given the chance, Sarah would probably take away every scrap of clothes he owned other than the dresses she had forced on him. He could not, would not wear a dress to school, but there were only a few days of school left before summer. Maybe he could ask Gavin’s mom if he could live with them.
   
“Focus on eating, Sam.” His mom said. “Your milk will be warm by the time you’re done.” Sam rolled his eyes and finished his sandwich before turning his attention to the milk. He grabbed the glass, took a deep breath, and tried to force it down as quickly as he could. The taste of milk, heavy on his tongue, made him stop and he set the glass down. It wobbled, but he steadied it. “Just drink a little bit more.” His mom coaxed. “If you get halfway, I’ll let you stop.” Sammy nodded and reached for the glass. He missed and knocked the glass, causing it to tip right onto him. He felt as if he was soaked! “Oh, no! Sammy!” His mom said, running into the kitchen and grabbing a dish towel. She wiped up the small puddle on the table and then moved to the floor before assessing him. “Your clothes are soaked.” She remarked, setting the sodden towel on the table and pulling Sammy’s shirt over his head.
   
Sammy tried to take over, but in no time flat, his mom had him stripped to his soccer ball briefs, which soon joined his shirt and pants on the floor. He blushed and covered himself as he realized he was buck naked in the middle of the dining room with both his mom and Sarah right there. How had three quarters of a glass of milk gotten him that wet? He had the worst luck in the world! Grabbing the dish towel, his mom got the few drops of milk that had somehow made it to his skin.
   
“Alright, scamper upstairs and get dressed. These clothes will go in the wash.” His mom said. “Sarah, stop gawking at your brother. You’ve seen him naked before.”

“Sorry, just funny seeing his little boy butt.” Sarah said with a giggle. “It’s smooth like a baby’s!”
   
“Sarah, enough. Sammy, go get dressed. I’m not running a nudist colony." With one hand over his crotch and the other trying to cover his bottom, Sammy dashed upstairs.
   
“Think he’ll put on a dress?” Mom asked. Sarah smirked. They both knew that there was not a chance. Sure enough, Sammy came downstairs a few minutes later dressed remarkably similarly to the outfit he had spilled on. Sarah looked a bit disappointed, but brightened up when she realized it was time to show Sammy the new settings she had put in place.


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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #51 on: January 30, 2020, 02:16:03 AM »
Ok brother, sister torment is normal, but isn't it about time for Sarah to get what is coming to her.

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #52 on: January 30, 2020, 01:44:18 PM »
Ok brother, sister torment is normal, but isn't it about time for Sarah to get what is coming to her.

I'm glad you're so invested in the story that you want to see Sarah's comeuppance. Lots of surprises to come!

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #53 on: February 01, 2020, 03:16:45 PM »
“So, I've created your own profile on the TV.” Sarah explained, showing Sammy the blue teddy bear icon labelled Sammy. “Since Mom wants your TV time limited, it'll keep track of how much TV you watch on your profile.”
   
“I know how profiles work.” Sammy muttered, clicking on it. “How much TV time do I get in a day?”
   
“Don't worry about it.” Sarah said with a smile. “Here.” She took the remote from him. “I also put some limitations on what you can watch.” She picked a horror movie and, instead of playing, a box popped up.
   
“Seriously?” Sammy growled as he read the text. “Ask Mommy, Daddy, or Big Sister for permission to watch this?”
   
“Isn't it cool how customizable it is?” Sarah teased. “Don't worry. You'll still be able to watch TV. It's just the stuff that's inappropriate that it blocks.” She turned off the TV. “But, you've already watched enough TV for today, don't you think? That's what mom said at least.” She grabbed his tablet and handed it to him. “I also made some changes to your tablet.” He nervously turned it on.
   
“Oh, my god.” He said, staring at it as it came to life with a colorful message. “Hi, Baby Sammy?”
   
“Mhm!” Sarah giggled as he glared down at the home screen, which now had a smiling teddy bear wallpaper. Every icon was a primary colored star, moon, or other basic shape. He shifted his glare to her, but Sarah tapped her cheek until he quickly kissed it.
   
“Put it back to normal.”
   
“Or what?”
   
“I'll tell mom.”
   
“Good luck with that. I won't put it back to normal even if you tattle.” Sammy tapped the settings, but an error popped up, saying that that was off limits for Baby Sammy. “Does it have to call me that?”
   
“That’s your name now in there.” Sarah said with a giggle. “Well, some games might just call you Baby.” She patted his thigh. “Like we discovered this morning, you still have so much baby fat, don’t you?” Sammy grunted. “I just asked you a question, Sammy. Use your words and answer it.” He ignored her, tapping one of his favorite games. An error message popped up: To unlock this game, you must complete three levels of Mr. Bunny’s Number Garden.
   
“What’s Mr. Bunny’s Number Garden?”
   
“Oh, it’s a new game that I know you’ll like.” Sammy dismissed the error and tried to open another app.
   
“Mr. Bunny’s Alphabet Garden? This game requires that.”
   
“Yep. You’ll have to play along to get access to your old stuff, Sammykins.” Sarah said. “I’m sure it won’t be tough for you. You’re a big boy, right?” She patted his thigh. “I know you know this one, Sammy!” He growled, shutting off his tablet.
   
“I’m a little boy who needs his big sister, happy?”
   
“I am.” Sarah replied. “I’d be even happier if you said you were a baby though.”
   
“I’m not!” Sammy realized how whiny he sounded, so he cleared his throat. “I am not a baby, Sarah.” Sarah smirked.
   
“Bet I could tickle you until you wet yourself like a little baby. That’d be what? Your third pair of undies you’ve ruined today?”
   
“I didn’t ruin the first pair. I just had to change them.” Sammy mumbled, realizing how silly that sounded out of his mouth.
   
“Wonder if I could convince mom and dad you need diapers. Bet I could.” Sammy rolled his eyes.
   
“Wouldn't they take me to a doctor or something?”
   
“Maybe, but they'd make you wear a diaper to the doctor. You know they would.”
   
“Quit it, Sarah.” Sammy said. He knew that she was just teasing. He got up off of of the couch. He set his tablet aside, but then thought better of it.
   
“Where do you think you're going?”
   
“Away from you.”
   
“Oh, no you don't.” She grabbed his wrist. “You owe me for allowing you to take your dress off.”
   
“Sammy, you changed.” They both froze as dad walked in the front door.
   
“Uh, yeah.” Sammy said. “I was ready to take the dress off.”
   
“Maybe you should start doing your own laundry if you insist on costume changes in the middle of the day.” His dad teased.
   
“That might be a good idea. Teach little Sammy some responsibility.” Sarah remarked.
   
“I don’t see you doing your laundry.” Dad replied with a smile. “Lead by example.” Sammy thought it was a little odd that his dad was encouraging his little sister to lead by example, but he supposed that it was not out of character. He did sometimes feel like his parents forgot that he was older than her. “Do you two have any plans for the afternoon?” Sammy was about to say that he did not, but Sarah answered for the both of them.
   
“I was thinking we’d go over to Tiffany’s house and use her pool.” Sammy grimaced when Sarah was not looking. He did not like Tiffany. All Tiffany ever seemed to talk about was boys and make-up and she had what had to be the single most annoying laugh ever. It sounded like a hyena’s, not a person’s.
   
“I don’t feel like swimming.”
   
“You can sit by the side of the pool then.” Sarah said. "Dip your itsy bitsy tootsies in the water where we can keep an eye on you." Sammy waited for his dad to scold Sarah for teasing, but it did not come.
   
“Doesn’t swimming sound a lot better than hanging around the house all day?” His dad said diplomatically. Sammy shrugged.
   
“Not really. I like sitting around the house.” His dad frowned slightly.
   
“You need fresh air.”
   
“I was just outside!”
   
“It’ll be fun. I promise.” Sarah said, gently rubbing his back. “We can go home whenever you want.” Sammy knew that that would prove to not be true, but what could he say? It sounded like his dad and Sarah had made up his mind for him.
   
“Why don't you run upstairs and find your swimming trunks?” His dad said with a smile. “Do you think you can do that on your own?”
   
“Yeah.” Sammy said at once.
   
“Go on then.” His dad said. “Sarah, I assume you’re already ready.”
   
“Yep!” Sarah said. “Oh, but real quick, dad, I want to ask you something.” She stopped and looked at Sammy. “Hurry up, Sammy! Tiffany’s expecting us!” Sammy wanted to know what Sarah was about to say, but she clearly did not intend to start talking until he was upstairs. His only hope, he thought as he ascended the stairs, was to find his trunks and hurry back as quickly as possible.

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #54 on: February 01, 2020, 04:10:26 PM »
So much for Sarah not being mean.  Sammy should just give the tablet back to his mom and let her know if he is allowed to use it why did they give him one.  They are really being unkind

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Re: Boys Don't Wear Dresses
« Reply #55 on: February 02, 2020, 02:30:38 PM »
Sammy yanked open the bottom drawer of his dresser and dug to the back until he found the familiar pair of grey, blue, and green striped shorts. He grinned and hurried to the stairs, but he did not hear any voices. He pounded down the stairs, nearly tripping and falling.
   
“Is that Sammy I hear nearly falling down the stairs again?” His mom asked, poking her head around the corner. “If you don't start being more careful, you're going to break your neck.”
   
“I was in a hurry.”
   
“Stairs can be dangerous. Maybe I was right this morning. Maybe we really should start having you scoot down them again.”
   
“I'll be more careful.” Sammy hoped that Sarah had not heard, but the living room was not all that far away. He walked into the living room. Sarah was grinning about something. Had she heard? “Where’s dad?”
   
“Oh, he’s already gone out to the car.”
   
“The car?”
   
“Tiffany lives across town, so I asked if he’d drive us instead of us having to walk.”
   
“Oh.” Suddenly, it hit Sammy why Sarah was so happy. “Hey! You planned this.”
   
“Well, duh. I don’t want to walk all that way!”
   
“No, I mean” he stopped talking, blushing. Sarah snickered.
   
“And of course, your car seat is a plus.” Before Sammy could retort, the door opened and their dad walked back in.
   
“Let's go, kiddos. Sammy, get your shoes on.”
   
“I left my socks upstairs.” Sammy turned to run upstairs to grab them, but Sarah had other plans.
   
“We're already late. Can't you just go barefoot?”
   
“I guess?” Sammy said. Was she planning for another overreaction about a minor injury? What was her game?
   
As they headed outside, Sammy stepped gingerly on the rough sidewalk. It did hurt the soles of his feet, not that he was going to make Sarah aware of that. Noticing his careful steps, dad took matters into his own hands.
   
“Here we go, squirt.” Slipping his hands under Sammy's arms, he picked him up. “Good thing you're not still in your dress, hmm?” He teased, Sammy's entire midriff exposed. “Oof, you're getting too big for this!” All the same, he set Sammy against his shoulder and with a hand on his butt, carried him to the car and deposited him right into his pink car seat as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Buckled in all safe and sound!” Dad said, smiling at Sammy, who was bewildered about how quickly this car seat had become the most ordinary thing in the world for his family.

He held his swim trunks in his lap as they drove, but he suddenly noticed something. He unfolded them and looked down at the gaping hole right in the middle of the backside, almost fully exposing the mesh inner lining.

“Oh, no.” Sarah looked over and saw his swimsuit, or at least what remained of it. She smiled kindly and gently padded his thigh in an almost maternal fashion.

“We can see if Tiffany’s brother has a spare.” Sammy nodded, but then he started to wonder. Did Tiffany have a brother? He had never met him. Then again, he had never been to Tiffany’s house before, she had only ever come over to Sarah’s. “Don’t worry.” Sarah said, gently patting his thigh again. Why was she being so nice? She had to have something planned.

Seeing his face, Sarah decided to take drastic measures. Grabbing one of his bare feet, she began to gently tickle its sole. Sammy tried to hold it in, but a high-pitched squeal broke free and he was soon laughing uncontrollably.
 
“There’s your smile!” Sarah said, letting go of his foot. Sammy settled back down as they pulled up to Tiffany’s house. Sarah had said that she lived across town, but they had barely travelled four blocks. Obviously, she had just wanted him to have to sit in his car seat. Which could only mean that she had something further planned inside. How could he be sure Tiffany even had a brother?

 

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