The Adventures of Sammy Watkins

[Sissy Little Girl]

Sandra B, I agree with you 100%.   

[Sandra B]

5.
Sammy, knowing he would never be going to the pageant, had decided to give his imagination free rein, and choose the most jaw-dropping costume he could devise.  His aunt was going to be gobsmacked.  But it was Oscar’s turn first.
“Did you know Oscar plays tennis?” asked his mother.  “It’s the only sport he likes.  And he’s always wanted a girl’s tennis outfit.  So we’ve decided this is the moment he gets one.  Look at this and tell me what you think.”
She had brought up a picture of the cutest little white two-piece, with a sports bra top and pleated micro mini-skirt.
“Oh, that’s sweet,” said Patricia.
“So cute,” added Kayley.
“And these are the panties that are going to go with it,” added Ashley, showing them a picture of a pair of little mauve briefs, with white lace edging, and four lines of ruffles across the bottom.
“Nice!” said Paige.  “That skirt won’t even half cover them!”
“And of course he’ll have a headband, sweatbands on his wrists, and nice white socks and tennis shoes.”
“And a racket?” asked Cecily.
“And a racket, and two balls to hold.”
At this, Paige spluttered with laughter for no apparent reason, earning a frown from her mother.
“Isn’t it pretty?” asked Oscar, excited, looking around for approval.  “I wish I could really play tennis in it!”
Sammy felt sick.  He covered his face with his hand.  Is this really my new best friend? he thought.
“Do you want to borrow my belly jewel?”  he asked him, facetiously.
Oscar looked doubtful.
“No, of course not,” said Ashley, irritated.  “You know that would be completely inappropriate.”
‘Inappropriate’.  Sammy hated that use of the word.  His life was dedicated to being inappropriate.  And at the moment, it was the keynote to his choices.
“Well, your turn, I suppose,” said Cecily, with a sigh, turning to Sammy.
He sat up alertly.
“Right.  I’ve chosen something a bit more daring.  It’s intended as a comment on the whole idea of pageants.  First, this top
”
He showed them a picture of a little short-sleeved high-collared crop top, red spandex covered with sequins.
“It has a nice high collar, as you can see.  And over the collar
this.”
It was a pink leather choker, studded with short silver spikes.
“
 and on my hands these short red latex fingerless gloves
 and I want a couple of fake tattoos, one on my arm, here, and another on one hip.  Maybe hearts with arrows through them, and drops of blood.  Something like that.  And my hair’s got to be in bunches, with red bows.”
Aunt Cecily’s mouth had fallen open.  The others watched with fascination while he continued with his presentation.
“Now, pay attention.  The focal point of my costume is this.”
With a flourish, he hit a key, and up popped a picture of a tiny pair of scarlet bikini pants, with ties at each hip. 
“What?” cried his aunt.  “They’ll hardly cover
your modesty!  How can you
?”
“What’s the matter, aunt?  I thought you liked having me dress up in embarrassing costumes, and putting me on display.”  He glared at her.  She muttered something about “not like this, though
” but otherwise declined to reply.
“Yes?  Then I’ll have red high-heeled shoes, and a pair of pink fishnet hold-ups, with red bows at the tops.  And bright red lipstick.  Oh, and the punchline.  I want a pink sash with the words “I'M SO GAY” on it.”
Daphne and Paige hugged each other with delight, and collapsed in giggles.  Kayley smiled a knowing smile.  It was clever combination of styles, at once sweet and wanton, coy and shameless.
“No!  I don't agree to this.  It's outrageous!” cried his aunt, angrily.
“Either I have the lot, or nothing.  It’s my choice, isn’t it?  That’s the whole idea of this class.  Oscar’s got just what he wanted.”
Cecily was lost for words.  Kayley winked slyly at Sammy.
“He’s right, Cec.  Isn’t he, Ash?  Do you agree?” said Patricia.
“I’m afraid I do, Cecily.  It is supposed to be his free choice.”
“But
but
I’m the one who’s going to be embarrassed.  Can you imagine what the organisers
the other mothers!...are going to think of me?”
“Well, it was your idea, dear,” said Patricia, quickly divesting herself of any responsibility.  “I think you’ll have to bear the consequences.”
Sammy was enjoying himself.  He’d achieved his purpose.  His aunt was seriously perturbed.  It didn’t matter that he would never actually get to appear.  She was going to be in a state of anxiety about the whole thing for the next month.  And she was going to have to fork out for all his costumes.  He grinned at Kayley, and she gave him a surreptitious thumbs up.  There was a pause in proceedings.  Patricia broke the silence.
“So, ladies
  Shall we get on with ordering the costumes, then?”
“I think that’s the next step,” said Kayley.  “I can help with some of the more
esoteric items.  There are a couple of minor adjustments I think we should make.   And we should have a dress rehearsal once we’ve got everything together, don’t you think?”
“Yes.  Of course,”  said Ashley.  “Let’s begin now.  The sooner we get everything the better.  In case we have to change or replace anything.”

The ladies gathered round the laptops, Cecily looking as if she wanted to protest, but didn't know how to.  Kayley suggested the children come into the garden to play, and they all filed out.
“Mission accomplished,” she whispered to Sammy.  “You really got to her.”
“Yeah.  She’ll actually be relieved when I don’t turn up!”
“Right!”
Oscar was dying to talk to him.
“That outfit, Sammy
.  Amazing.  Are you really going to
”
“Course!  No problem, Oscar.  I really like your tennis costume, too.”
“It’s great, isn’t it.  I’m so happy I met you, Sammy.  It’s so exciting, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes, Oscar.  Really exciting.”
 

[babycakes]

Excellent Sandra B!  Sammy better watch out and remember the old saying about being careful what you wish for.  Sammy's attitude is refreshing but who will be more embarrassed if/when Sammy actually goes on stage in his choices?  Suspicions abound that Kayley is trying for a "double prank" and, unknown to Sammy, he's the principal player.  A little disappointing that Sammy at times seems so gullible.  Given your development of his character to include no small degree of skepticism and Cecily's prior and current punishment methods, Sammy should not be so accepting of new players introduced into the mix (i.e., Kayley) and you highlight this above.  Sammy seems old enough and savvy enough to at least maintain his initial suspicions of Kayley's real intentions and not fall for her smarmy feigned interest in him personally.  Nevertheless, Sammy's infatuation with Kayley is not out of character for a 12 year old boy and accepting this weakness is necessary for the plot twists to continue.  Also, despite Kayley's manipulations Sammy could still carry it off at the pageant if he keeps his coc-ky attitude and the two outrageous costumes he requested are actually provided.  Can't wait to follow where you take your readers.

Finally, don't like to attach files but these panties would seem to be just the thing for Oscar's outfit (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0114/9072/products/FRILPANT36_400x.jpg?v=1531551936)

[Sandra B]

Very nice indeed, babycakes!  Frills all round!  If only he had seen them before he finalised his costume...

[Sissy Little Girl]

Sandra B, Another great chapter.  Sammy is weaving a web that will be very sticky and will catch not his aunt; but will get Sammy.  I love it.

[Sandra B]

6.
The succeeding days went quickly.  Kayley was as good as her word.  The following week was Spring half term, and she and Sammy went on expeditions to the coast, to the surrounding towns, or just to a local pub to eat.  Once or twice Oscar came with them.  Sammy was beginning to warm to him now.  It was Thursday evening.  They were all sitting outside the ‘Kinscem’s Cat’ having burgers and chips.  Oscar asked what was happening the next day.
“I’m going out with my friends tomorrow,” replied Kayley.  We’re going to meet up in the morning, spend the day at Harriet’s house, then in the evening we’re going out for a meal and on to a club.”
“Oh, so I won’t see you tomorrow,” said Sammy, a little disappointed.  Kayley looked at him sympathetically. 
“Never mind.  I’ll be around on Saturday, once I’ve recovered.”
“Recovered?  Oh
I see.”
“What are your friends like?” asked Oscar.
“Nice.  Of course.  Harriet’s my age, Denise is a year younger.  In fact, Denise is at Cranfield, in year thirteen.  You may now her, Sammy.”
“Denise
”
“Willis.  Denise Willis.”
“Oh, I may do.  I’d probably recognise her if I saw her.”
“Dark hair, not very tall,  Naughty eyes.”
Sammy laughed nervously.  “I hope she doesn’t know me.  I don’t think those pictures of me got any further than year nine.  You haven’t mentioned anything about
?”
“All I’ve said is that I’m staying with my aunt’s friend, and that she has a nephew at Cranfield.  Denise didn’t even ask your name.  I get the impression year thirteen is cut off from the rest of the school.  They wouldn’t lower themselves to take an interest in the younger kids.  They’re adults, after all.”
“Yeah.  We hardly ever see any of them.”
“Tell you what.  Why don’t you boys come with me tomorrow morning and say hello?  Harriet’s house is just next to the big park.  You could have a snack with us and then go off there.  There’s a cafĂ© there.  I’ll give you some money for lunch.”
The promise of lunch swung it for Sammy.
“Okay, thanks.  Coming Oscar?”
“Yes, please, Kayley.  But I suppose I wouldn’t I be able to tell anyone about the pageant, then?”
“Better not,” said Sammy.  “Or the next thing she’ll want to know what our costumes are.”
“Sammy’s right, I’m afraid.  I know you’re proud of your outfits, Oscar, but I think it’s better we keep the pageant our little secret.”
“Sure, Kayley.  It’ll be fun, though.  I haven’t been to that park in nearly a year.”

Oscar stayed over that night.  Cecily had received a couple of items of their costumes that day, but the rest wasn’t expected until the middle of the following week.
“We’ll have a dress-up after we’ve got everything,” she told the boys.  “I hope there’s no problems.  The pageant’s in three weeks’ time.”
The following morning at ten thirty they set off for Harriet’s.  Earlier, before they got up, Sammy had given his friend a little pep-talk.
“Just remember, Oscar.  Not a word about the pageant, okay?  I’m sure they wouldn’t say anything. But you can never be quite sure with these teenage girls,” he added, importantly.  “And one of them’s at my school.”
“I know, Sammy.  Don’t worry.  What about Kayley?  She’s a teenage girl too.  She wouldn’t say anything to them, would she?”
“Of course not, Oscar!  She’s different.  She’s my friend.  She knows when to keep her mouth shut.”

The visit was a great success.  Sammy recognised Denise, and she for her part said vaguely she thought she’d seen him about.  Just being polite, thought Sammy.  Clearly she’d not heard anything about the Charlotte escapade.  He was relieved.  Harriet was very nice, and handed out compliments freely.
“Kayley tells me very nice things about you two,” she smiled, “though I hear one of you,” - here she looked straight at Sammy - “is a bit of a rascal.  No more than Kayley herself was, though, I bet.”
“Come and have a sit down with us,” said Denise.  “Would you like coffee, or a squash
?  We’ve got in a few cakes, if you’re interested
.”

They stayed for nearly an hour, stuffing their faces, chatting and laughing with the girls.  They felt very grown-up.  Finally it was time to go, and Kayley gave Sammy fifteen pounds for their lunches.  All the girls kissed them goodbye – which they very much enjoyed – and made them promise to come again.  Harriet said she would ask Kayley to arrange a meal or something.
“That was fun!” grinned Oscar, when they got outside.  “Kayley’s got nice friends.”
“Yes.  Isn’t it lucky she came to stay?  I’ve been so many places with her
”
“She likes you a lot, Sammy.  I can see she does
.”
“Maybe
  Do you sometimes wish you could grow up quicker, Oscar?”
“No.  I’m quite happy to be eleven.  My mum says, the older you get, the more problems you have.  I don’t want to have problems.”
“I’ve got problems now.  My mum.  And Auntie Cecily.  When I grow up, I’m going to leave home, and go away somewhere, where they won’t be able to find me.  I’ll only tell Kayley where I am.  Oh, and you, of course.”
“Here’s the park.”
“Where’s the cafĂ©?”
“Aren’t you full, Sammy?”
“Yeah, but
just checking, you know.”

[Sandra B]

7.
In the event, it was the following Thursday before all the clothes had arrived and all the costumes were complete.  It was agreed Oscar and his mother would come round Friday night for supper.  Paige was excluded – much to her chagrin – and Patricia arranged a baby-sitter for Daphne.  So there was just Cecily, Patricia, Ashley, and Kayley, besides the boys.  Sammy wasn’t particularly looking forward to the evening, but he realised it was a necessary evil.  Oscar was, predictably, over-excited.
Cecily had laid out or hung up all the outfits in the downstairs bedroom.  Kayley supervised the changing, and made sure everything was properly fastened and adjusted.  Cecily had hung a big white sheet across one wall of the lounge as a background.  She had two small floodlights on poles which she used for photographing her artworks, which she arranged at each side, so the ‘stage’ would be brightly illuminated.  Inevitably all four of the women had brought their cameras!

First, the dresses.  The boys were ushered in by Kayley to a brief round of applause.  Oscar was radiant with delight, almost bursting with happiness.  He held his hem and rotated so all the ladies could admire his poise.  His mother was ecstatic.
“He looks so pretty!  Who needs girls?”
Sammy was much more reserved, but with his hairbows and tights, and a demure expression on his face, his appearance created quite a stir.  It seemed hardly possible this lovely, serene creature was the mischievous little boy they were acquainted with.
“He’s beautiful,” whispered Patricia.
“He is,” replied Cecily.  “If only it weren’t for those other costumes
”
“Never mind, Cec.  This is only his first pageant.  Maybe he’ll calm down a bit as he gets older.”
“I want lots of pictures of him like this,” said Cecily.  “I’m not interested in the slutty stuff.”
Kayley had taken up a position behind them, and was clicking away.  I am, she thought, and for my purposes, the sluttier the better!  But what those purposes were, no-one but she could possibly guess.
Anyway, the dresses being universally approved, Kayley took the boys back to change into their next costumes.  They reappeared, Oscar in front.  He looked sweet in his mauve swimsuit and cape.  As he entered did a little twirl for his audience, making his cape flutter.  Behind him Sammy, with a naughty grin on his face, much more in character now.  Aunt Cecily shook her head.
“Really, Sammy, that costume is so inappropriate.”  There was that word again.  Good.  “And where’s your hat?”
“I decided to dispense with it, aunt.  It didn’t look sophisticated enough to go with the swimsuit.”
“Sophisticated enough?  Really?  Not as sophisticated as a tight little yellow swimsuit with a peephole and navel jewellery?”
“Oh, yes.  Do you like my jewel?  Kayley told me it’s called a faux topaz.”
“Oh, yes, very pretty,” she said, sarcastically.  “What’s your game, Sammy?  You’re up to something, I know.” 
Coyly he adjusted his stocking tops.  “You were the one who wanted me to enter for this thing.  Well, if I have to, then I’ll do it on my terms.”
“I think you look lovely, Sammy,” said Oscar, innocently.
“You both look lovely,” said Kayley.  “Now hold hands and let me take a picture.”
The boys posed happily for the cameras.  Only Cecily was frowning.  Kayley was particularly enthusiastic, and took a whole series of photos.
“Perfect!” she exclaimed.  “I think we can say the swimsuit class is a success.  Just the free costumes to see, ladies.  I’ll get them changed.  Come on, boys!”

Back in the bedroom they disappeared behind the screen and stripped off their swimsuits.
“I can’t wait to try on my tennis outfit,” said Oscar.  “And to see you in your costume, too!”
Sammy was struggling with his little bikini bottoms.  They weren’t easy to put on.  In the end he had to ask Kayley to help.
“What you need to do, silly, is to tie one side before you put them on!  Then it’s easy.”
“Oh, yeah, I get it.”
“And Sammy.  I made a couple of minor adjustments to your costume.  I mean, you’ve got the spiked collar, and you will have your tattoos on the day, so I thought you should emphasize the punky element a bit more.  Those red high heels
I mean, a bit generic.  So I’ve got you a pair of nice black Doc Martens and black fishnets to go with them.  What do you think?”
“Oh, yeah, Kayley.  I see where you’re going!  That’s even better!  Thanks!”
“Yes, I thought it would be a bit more punchy.  Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

When he emerged from behind the screen, Oscar gasped with surprise.
“That’s so
amazing, Sammy!  No-one would expect to see a costume like that at a pageant!”
Kayley laughed.  “That’s true, Oscar.  Whether the judges will like it or hate it remains to be seen.  Let me just smear some lipstick on you
  There.  And now your sash
  Done.  Now we can go and shock the grown-ups!  Come on, Oscar.  And you, my little anarchist!”
Sammy took a last glance at himself in the mirror.  Kayley was so clever.  Those little alterations had made him look much more
delinquent.  Aunt Cecily would be so annoyed!

Oscar was in first, to a chorus of simpering sighs, led by his mother.  He carried a tennis racket in one hand, and two yellow balls in the other.  He looked so cute, with his ruffly mauve panties peeping out coyly from under his little tennis skirt.  Shyly he tried to hold down the hem, but there was no disguising his innocent joy.  Sammy’s entrance was a bit more controversial.  After the initial silence, Ashley was the first to speak. 
“Oh, that’s very
nice, Sammy,” she said politely, in an attempt to propitiate Cecily.
“Wow!” was all that Patricia could come up with, staring at him disbelievingly.
Aunt Cecily didn’t speak for a moment.  Then she tossed her head.
“Really, Sammy, you should see yourself!  With all that red lipstick, you look like a
. well, you look rather silly, in my view.  I hope you’ve tied those little panties on tightly.  I’d use a double knot, if I were you.  Not that you could show much more than you are already!”
She was seriously put out.  Sammy was triumphant.
“They’re not panties, aunt.  They’re bikini bottoms.  They won’t come off if that’s what you’re worried about.  Anyway, you haven’t seen the whole costume yet.  I’m not putting my tattoos on till the day.”
“Tattoos!” she snorted.
“Do you like the boots?  I think they’re a great idea.  Thanks, Kayley.”
Cecily glared at Kayley.  She was just supposed to get him to the pageant, not get involved in his costumes.  Kayley smiled back sweetly.  She was enjoying herself.  She had her own agenda, and she was allied with neither side in this little spat.  A Machiavelli with blonde hair.
“Why don’t you two hold hands again?  That’s right.  Sammy, let me fix your sash.  Don’t you think it looks nice, Cecily?  I mean, black lettering on pink
it stands out so well
and a nice bouncy font.”
No reply.
“Right.  Excuse me, ladies, can I get between you
  I need to have a nice clear view
”
Kayley knelt between Patricia’s and Asley’s chairs, and started to snap away.  The boys’ two contrasting styles made a striking picture.  She had them in a variety of poses: holding hands, looking into each other’s faces, one kneeling looking up at the other, and finally with their arms round each other’s waists.  They were both grinning happily, Oscar with sheer innocent delight at finally attaining his ambition, Sammy with malicious pleasure at revenging himself on his aunt.
“How long is this going on?” muttered Cecily, irritably.
“Nearly finished,” said Kayley, cheerfully.  She was about to turn off her camera when Oscar, from sheer delight, threw both arms around his friend’s neck, and stared at him adoringly.  It was such a perfect tableau, and Kayley just managed to get a picture before Sammy pulled away.  She checked her camera.  Perfection, she thought.