CHAPTER TWELVE--LAUREN’S PARTY
As Michael rode in the back of his mommy’s van, he was having second thoughts about attending Lauren’s party. Melissa had thankfully let Michael go back to being a boy for the time being, but after his latest outing at A Caring Place, Michael was worried about his future, worried that his afternoon of dress-up might have altered his Mommy’s view of him forever. Oddly enough, since his day modeling looks in A Caring Place’s boutique, Melissa seemed to be paying him less attention than usual, and was spending almost all of her free time locked away in her office typing away at her computer and taking phone calls from Dr. Thurman. God only knew what they were talking about.
Unfortunately for Michael, the embarrassing routines he’d been accustomed to were still going on in full swing, even if Melissa was busy. Just today, in fact, he had found himself unable to attend a class-wide field trip to a stage performance at the local theatre after Melissa refused to sign his permission slip, declaring that the contents of the stage show (an adaption of Sidney Lumet’s classic 12 Angry Men) were “too mature” for her precious little sweet pea. So instead of going on a field trip with his friends and peers, Michael instead spent his school day locked in the school nurse’s office with Nurse Linda, who doted over him constantly and insisted on breastfeeding him not once but twice. After those sessions--and the naps Nurse Linda insisted he take after them--Michael barely had any time to catch up on the mountain of missing schoolwork that loomed over him. He couldn’t help but once again feel as though he’d been isolated against his will from the rest of the kids in his age group.
After school, Melissa had picked Michael up and then taken him out with her for an afternoon of errand-running. Finally, after the bank and the dry cleaners and the grocery store, Melissa was driving them back towards their neighborhood, and Lauren’s house. Michael looked down glumly at the outfit Melissa had dressed him in. Even if he was “allowed” to be a boy again, he couldn’t help but wonder how much Melissa would rather at this point that he wasn’t. After Michael’s breastfeeding sessions this morning, Nurse Linda had dressed him in a white t-shirt, which was embroiled with a picture of Wonder Woman (conveniently pointing out her superhero status to quash any complaints that it was a shirt for girls, of course), as well as a pair of pink shorts, which were much shorter than the knee-length cargo shorts he was accustomed to. She had also given him a pair of white Sketchers sneakers that featured tiny pink accents to match his outfit. To Michael’s eyes, these were obviously shoes for girls, but Melissa, when she saw the whole girlish ensemble, vehemently insisted that there was nothing wrong with it. Feeling anxious as he sat in the backseat, Michael nursed his pacifier--a small white one with rainbow sparkles on it--and thought about the night ahead. He’d wanted so badly, for so long, to go to Lauren’s party, and he was overjoyed and surprised when his Mommy had said he could spend the night at Lauren’s, but now that the big night was here, he felt more nervous about it than happy. He couldn’t say exactly why, but somehow even in giving him what he wanted, his Mommy had found a way to enforce her own agenda.
He was so lost in thought that he barely realized when they’d arrived at Lauren’s house. Once the van was parked, Melissa reached over and picked up the birthday card she’d picked out for Michael to give to Lauren. It featured a picture of two anthropomorphized unicorns in tiaras embracing each other in a friendly hug, as well as large, purple, bedazzled text which read “Happy Birthday, Bestie!”
“What do you think, sweetie?” Melissa asked. “Isn’t this perfect?”
Michael looked over the card and cringed. Popping his pacifier out of his mouth, he mumbled, “Mommy, that’s a card for little girls, I can’t give Lauren that. Everyone will laugh at me.”
Melissa ignored his qualms. “Well, I think it’s simply adorable!,” she said before taking a pen out from the glove compartment and starting to write a message on the card for Lauren.
“What are you writing, mommy? Shouldn’t I write something? Since, you know, I’m the one who’s going to be giving it to her?” Michael asked. Melissa finished writing and turned around to hand him the card and pen.
“I just want it to look nice, baby. You know how your handwriting can be sometimes,” she teased playfully. “You should at least sign it though, so she knows that you care!”
Michael made a cross face as he signed the card before handing it back to his mother. She thankfully had not written anything too embarrassing inside, just a standard happy birthday message, but placing his name on such a sissyish and juvenile card made him feel all the more complicit in his mother’s scheme, and would give him less plausible deniability when he eventually had to give Lauren the embarrassing gift.
Melissa took the card back, looked at Michael’s signature and frowned. She didn’t say anything, but Michael knew, instinctually, that she was disappointed that he’d signed his name as “Michael” instead of Emily.
“Okay,” Melissa said, seeming to intentionally raise her spirits as she slipped a crisp twenty dollar bill and placed it inside the card. Tucking the card into its pink envelope and sealing it, she said “Now let’s get my little plum over to the party, so she can have some fun!”
Melissa knew she had made a mistake with her slip up in pronouns, but Michael was so wary over her disappointment about his signature that he did not challenge her. She got out to unbuckle him, taking his hand in hers before cheerfully leading him up to Lauren’s front door.
Once they arrived at Lauren’s house, Michael began to grow quite anxious. Because some of Lauren’s friends could drive, the driveway had a few more cars than usual, and Michael recognized at least one of them as belonging to Heather, who would be sure to have something to say about the humiliating way he was dressed, let alone the embarrassing card his mother had picked out for him. Melissa was quite oblivious to Michael’s apprehension, however, and simply stared forward with a wide grin as she rang the doorbell and waited on the porch hand in hand with her sissified son.
Moments later, Lauren’s mother, Sherry, answered the door. As she did so, Michael instinctively shuddered. He had always been more than a little intimidated by Sherry. She was a go-getter and accomplished businesswoman who had built a hugely successful career for herself after her husband had abandoned her and left her to raise two daughters on her own. Perhaps because of her own high levels of confidence and initiative, Sherry had never thought much of Michael, who she saw as clingy, immature, and pathetic. In Sherry’s estimation, Michael was not worthy of the time Lauren spent with him, and on past visits, she’d never been shy about telling him exactly that. She’d also always turned a blind eye to the odd, teasing treatment that Lauren and her friends would sometimes subject Michael to. Standing on Sherry’s front doorstop, dressed in the juvenile, feminine outfit he was wearing and holding his Mommy’s hand, Michael expected Sherry to heap even more scorn than usual upon him.
“Melissa!” Sherry said as she opened the front door. “It’s so nice to see you! Come on in, everyone is here, and they can’t wait to see you and little Emily here!”
Michael’s knees buckled with shock and his mind raced as Sherry used his little girl name.
“Don’t be rude, Emily,” his Mommy said with a grin as she pulled him across the threshold.
“My -- my name is Michael!” Michael declared, trying to salvage some shred of dignity. He looked up at Sherry, trying his best to appeal to her as he said, “My name is Michael!”
“It’s just like you said it would be,” Sherry said to Melissa, “she’s in denial.”
Melissa nodded. “Sherry, please forgive us. We’ll just be a moment.”
Sherry nodded in understanding, saying “Come on in when you’re ready, the girls will be so excited that Emily is here!”
As Sherry retreated further into the house, Melissa knelt and faced her daughter, who was crying and almost hyperventilating.
“You -- you told her--? She -- she called me E -- Em --” Emily stammered. “I -- I’m a boy! How could you do this to me? I’m a boy!”
“Not tonight you’re not, sweetheart,” Melissa said, taking Emily’s hands.
“How -- how could you -- why are you ruining my life?” Emily sobbed.
“Ruining your life?” Melissa said sweetly. “Honey, all you’ve wanted, all you’ve talked about for the last month is this party and how much you wanted to come. Well, baby, it’s a girl’s party. It’s a girls’ spend-the-night. Ms. Alford wasn’t going to let a boy spend the night with her daughter! And I knew how sad you’d be if you couldn’t come, so I let her know about your special therapy and how you’ve been spending more time as a girl lately!”
“Spending more time?” Michael spat, “you make me!”
“I make you? Emily, stop telling fibs. After all, who chose to be Emily and spend a big fancy day playing dress up with me at A Caring Place? Who chose that? That was you, sugar-bear! Now, no one here cares a bit about you being Little Miss Emily today. So how about we stop crying and get my little girl to the party she’s been so excited about?”
Numb with shock and humiliation, Michael had to face facts. He was about to be led into Lauren’s sweet sixteen party not as a boy named Michael, but as a little girl named Emily. It felt like a waking nightmare and was all too much to process. Some part of Emily’s brain turned off, and he stopped fighting. He stumbled along behind his Mommy as his Mommy led him deeper into the house, where the party was taking place. The sound of gleeful chatter and laughter began resonating from within the house, enveloping Emily in an anxiety-inducing blanket. As they entered the house’s formal living room, Melissa hugged Sherry warmly, and then handed her both Lauren’s birthday card and the large pink bag she had draped around her shoulder.
While the two mothers were busy talking to each other, Emily immediately spotted Lauren down the hall in the kitchen, where she stood preoccupied refilling a cup of punch. Emily thought Lauren was as beautiful as ever, wearing a striking blue party dress with a complementary pair of medium-length white heels, and two large hoop earrings. Her hair was braided into an elaborate bun, and this choice of hairstyle did a great job of showing off her perfectly-applied makeup. She looked up from her spot at the punch bowl and gasped as soon as she noticed Emily standing in the doorway.
“Emily!” She cried out suddenly, placing her punch down to run over and greet her with a suffocating hug. “You look so freaking cute! Thank you so much for coming to my party!”
Emily grew red and struggled to breathe while Lauren’s arms enveloped him. She was never this touchy-feely with him before, but ever since the day that he had wet himself at school and admitted to her how Melissa had been treating him, she was much more handsy, probably because she no longer saw him as a sexual being in any way, shape, or form.
“H . . . hi Lauren,” Emily greeted her feebly. She was so intoxicatingly beautiful that he was finding it hard to even think. “You...you look very pretty today. H . . . happy sixteenth.”
Lauren thought it was cute how Emily was acting so coy. She teasingly kissed him on the forehead just to fluster him even more. “Thanks, pudding! You’re looking very pretty today too. Is that Wonder Woman on your shirt? Nice choice, she’s my favorite too.”
“My mom picked it out for me,” Emily replied bluntly.
Lauren just gave his chest a playful tickle. “You mean your mommy, right?” She corrected him with a giggle. “That’s what you’re supposed to call her, isn’t it?”
“That’s right, Lauren!” Came Melissa’s voice from behind them, causing Emily to spin around suddenly. He was greeted by the sight of both his Mommy and Sherry, who walked beside her carrying Melissa’s pink bag. “And that’s why I’m not too worried about my little poppet tonight. She’s clearly in great hands.”
Melissa stepped forward and greeted Lauren with a hug. “Happy birthday, birthday girl! You’re looking absolutely stunning today in that dress!”
“Thanks, Ms. Harper!” Lauren responded graciously. “I’m just glad to finally hit that sweet sixteen! The party’s been a blast so far. Emily is going to have such a great time, thank you so much for bringing her!”
The three women stood there for quite some time talking to one another, which made Emily begin to feel a bit antsy. Just as he was about to walk off, however, his mother decided it was as good a time as any to finally say goodbye and head back home.
“Good luck with all that construction,” Sherry said to Melissa as she was getting ready to leave.
“Oh, thank you!” Melissa replied. “It’s a lot, but having my sweet girl out of the house today and tonight should give them all the time they need.”
Emily was immediately intrigued and confused. “Construction? What construction, Mommy?” he asked.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” Melissa said in a cloying voice as she patted Emily on the head. “You just have a good time at the party, and you listen to Ms. Alford--and to Lauren--like you’d listen to me, okay? I’d better not hear any reports about bad behavior. Is that clear, Miss Priss?”
“Yes, Mommy,” Emily said glumly. Soon enough, he found himself standing there alone with Lauren and her mother.
“We should probably head back to the den now, before everyone begins to think I got lost on my way to grab punch,” Lauren said.
“Wait a sec!” Sherry interjected, reaching into the bag Melissa had given her and digging around until she found a plastic sippy cup. “As long as you’re getting punch, maybe you could be a polite house guest and grab some for Emily here?”
She then handed the sippy cup to Lauren, which made Emily even more tense than he already had been. Of course his mother had packed the sippy cup. Her complete and utter disregard for Emily’s dignity seemed to know no bounds. Emily shuddered as she thought of what other humiliating instruments she may have sent him there with.
“Good idea, Mom. Wouldn’t want our little girl to get thirsty!” Lauren responded. She took the top and unscrewed it, holding it out over the punch bowl and using the metallic ladle to fill the cup to the brim with sweet delicious punch. With all the sincerity of a babysitter preparing a drink for a toddler, she then tenderly handed the cup to Emily and patted him on the shoulder. “All better!,” she sang out in a singsong voice, before grabbing her arm and beginning to drag him in the direction of the den. “Now let’s go show my friends how adorable you are, pumpkin! Everyone’s been dying to see the real you!”
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: A Caring Place (Co-Written by PervScenes11) (Read 70074 times)
