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The Pool, Part 2 - by: Jayne Willard
Part 2: After the Pool -This is the second in a series that started with a story titled ?The Pool?
As I recall, nothing much happened for a while after that exciting day. My sisters still went their own ways,
spending time both at home and away with friends, while I was more left to my own. I wasn?t drawn to
exploring that which I had been forced into, but there were opportunities during those next two weeks
before the girls? ?sleep over? was supposedly scheduled.
From time to time, Stephanie or Mary would ask me to do something and if I were slow to react, they
would mention I had promised them I would behave and they didn?t want to have to see me punished for
misbehaving. Mary said, ?You do want to play with us again, don?t you?? I could only agree and pick up
the papers or do the dishes for them or make the beds for our Mom, both of them and my own. If I were
going to be rewarded by being included in their group and being able to share their company, I?d need to
behave properly.
We lived in a small house with only one full bath and a small half bath. It was just the three of us, our Mom
and us; our father had died in an accident shortly after I was born. We all used the same bathroom for
bathing and often for the toilet or cleaning up if the other bathroom was occupied or this one were more
convenient. From time to time my Mom or sisters might leave their hosiery hanging in the bathroom to dry.
Also, they sometimes left their girdles and bras drip-drying in the shower/tub area. Some of their personal
goods were also stored in this bathroom, such as razors, shaving cr?me, deodorant, and some of their
makeup and lipstick. There is a small bureau where towels, extra soap, clean washcloths, and sundry items
are kept. It was here that I came upon the Kotex box again. I was getting ready for bed and after going to
the toilet, needed some more toilet paper. I looked in the bureau and found what I was looking for and also
the opened Kotex box. I took one out and hid it in my nightie before exiting the bathroom to go to bed.
I put it away in my room to explore in the morning and went to sleep. The next morning my sisters woke
me up and said Mom said we had to clean our rooms and they were going to have me help them. I got up
and went to the toilet, brushed my teeth, and washed my face and then went back to my room. Mary was
there. She had found the Kotex pad. ?And why do you have this young man,? she queried?
?I just wanted to look at it?, was my response.
?Well, you?ll have more time for that later, now get dressed and start dusting the furniture. Oh, and here?s a
pair of new yellow panties we want you to wear today.? With that, she was off and I was left to dress
myself. I had been wearing their panties for the past three days and they were a bit large on me. To my
surprise, these panties were just the right size for me. They were very comfortable and the soft cotton
caressed my skin better than the old BVD?s I was accustomed to wearing.
All three of us were working on our Mom?s room. I needed help in making the bed and they thought I was
best to crawl under the bed and mop up the 'dust bunnies'. It really worked pretty well as we were able to
make quick work when we worked together. We then moved on to my room. It was small and I had
already made my bed as I was learning it was better to act before being asked rather than after. With three
women in the house and me as the only man, I felt over ruled and always on the short end of the stick. I
didn?t mind, though, as I really enjoyed the company my sisters and Mom provided for life and me as far as
I knew wasn?t any different anywhere else. Life, family, and home were all great as far as I was concerned.
After completing the work on my room, we moved into their room. I hadn?t been in there since that day the
previous Friday when they made me up. I was a little apprehensive but they were both being very friendly
and nothing had transpired in the past now four days. We started by making their beds; I always enjoyed
tucking the sheets in and making the military corners. After the bed, came picking up the dirty laundry and
taking out the trash. Here?s were I was surprised to find a Kotex pad in the trash along with a pair of one of
my sister?s panties. I asked Mary, who was next to me, ?Why are you throwing away your panties??
By this time Stephanie had come over to see what I had discovered and she sensed my concern at seeing
the bloody panties and Kotex. ?Sit down Jay,? she said softly. She sat on one side of me and Mary sat on
the other on the newly made bed. She put her arm around me and continued, ?This is normal for big girls.
This happens every month and sometimes we get cranky or mean when it?s happening. It?s not a problem
and it happens to all girls. This even happens to Mom. Sometimes that?s why she?s short with us, because
sometimes it is uncomfortable, but it always goes away and we feel better when it?s over. I don?t expect
you to understand this, but I don?t want you to worry about us. OK?? I did not know what to say, as this
was all too much for me to understand at my young age. She said, ?You can pick it up if you want. It won?t
hurt you, its dry.?
I finally found something to ask, ?How do you stop it.?
?It stops by itself after several days or a week,? she replied. ?Mary is just starting to bleed now. I?m almost
done.? Mary had stood up and undone her pants button and pushed her pants and panties down below her
hips. Stephanie smiled and said, ?She has on a Kotex like you did the other day. She has it attached with
the sanitary belt we were using on you. Help her undo it,? she demanded of me. I was trained to do what
they said. So I unhooked the Kotex from the rear and Mary pulled it off from the front. I was once again
looking at my sister?s private area and she gave the Kotex to me to examine. It was red and she was still
weeping from her hole. The blood dripped on her panty and she asked that I get a tissue or some toilet
paper. I ran to the bathroom and brought back what must have been mountains of toilet paper and handed it
to her. She said, ?You can wipe me,? and I did. Mary told me, ?Go get that Kotex from your room and be
helpful to me.? I was gone again and back with the 'contraband' I had taken the night before which she had
discovered in my room. Stephanie took the used Kotex and placed it on the dresser. She then said, ?Help
your sister.? I took the end of the Kotex that Mary handed me through her legs, and worked at attaching it
to the belt. Mary had the other side attached and was reaching behind to help me. Next, she pulled up her
panties and pants when the phone rang.
Stephanie went to the kitchen to answer it. It was Mom.
?How are the chores coming along?? she inquired? Stephanie chatted with he for sometime before
returning to the bedroom to say, ?Mom will be home late tonight. We are to finish the chores and then she
wants the kitchen mopped and waxed. Jay, you can help us with this.? I whined a little at the sound of my
name and more work, but she and Mary were quick to cut that off. ?There?ll be none of that if you want us
to play with you,? Stephanie said. ?Mary & I had plans for this afternoon and you?re going to help us so we
can still do what we planned.?
I was learning there was only one course of action for me and that was to do whatever the women of my
house said if I was going to enjoy life at all. Stephanie said, ?Jay, take those dirty panties and wash them in
the bathroom sink, throw that old Kotex away and then empty the wastebasket into the trash can. Hop to it,
we have plans!? I was moving quickly picking things up and doing as she said. I took the old Kotex and put
the in the wastebasket, picked up Kleenex and cotton swabs which were on the dressing table, and was
cleaning up as told. Stephanie had run hot water in the bathroom sink and she called out to me again,,
?Come on, bring those panties in here and I?ll show you how to wash them.? I did as told and she said,
?OK, put them in the water and scrub them with this soap.? The water was hot but she was supervising me
closely, so I did as I was told. ?Now ring them out and do it again,? showing me with her hands what she
meant. After several iterations of this, she said, ?Time to rinse and then dry, Rinse them out in the tub, ring
them out twice and then hang them on the towel rack.?
Next she had me take the wastebaskets from the bathroom, their bedroom, our Mom?s room and mine to
the trashcan beside the garage in the back yard and empty them. On returning to the house and replacing
the wastebaskets in their respective rooms, it was time for lunch.
Mary was our Mom?s kitchen helper and as such was most qualified to pull sandwiches, chips, some fruit,
and a glass of milk together into a meal in quick order. She had sandwiches prepared and milk pored, and
dishes set on the kitchen table as the noon whistle blew. I looked up to my sisters because they took good
care of me when Mom was away. They had done this for as long as I could remember. The girls chatted
among themselves at lunch as seemed to be making plans for the afternoon but I wasn?t paying attention as
I focused on the peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich and glass of milk Mary had made for me.
Soon, I was clearing the dishes and glasses off the table and Stephanie had started the dishwater in the sink.
I was the official drier. I wasn?t tall enough to reach into the bottom of the sink without a stool, so the girls
would set the wet dishes on the counter for me to dry and then one of them would put them away in the
cupboard.
Dishes done and put away, next I was sweeping the floor and helping to move the chairs and table so it
could be mopped. Stephanie had a bucket filled with hot soapy water and handed me a mop to 'swab the
deck' as she called it. I had that done when Mary said I had too much water on the floor and we weren?t 'at
the swimming pool, get it picked up!' Stephanie helped with ringing out the mop, which I wasn?t strong
enough to do, and then handed it back to me to complete the task.
Mary was satisfied the kitchen was nearly complete, so she set off to prepare for their afternoon plans.
They had wanted to go to the beach with a couple of their girlfriends and some boys from school. I wasn?t
going to be able to join them on this adventure. This was for 'mature teens'. What could they do with me
while they were off without calling attention to their adventure?
Mary called me into the living room. Stephanie joined us there and Mary said, ?We need to go out this
afternoon and we need you to be a good boy and behave yourself here. We?re doing something as a surprise
for Mom, so she can?t know about this. Can you keep a secret??
?Yes?, I replied.
?Good?, she continued, ?You can play inside with your trucks or games or you an kick ball in the backyard.
You can?t leave the house or yard until we return which will be at dinnertime. If Mom calls, just tell her we
went to run an errand.? With that the girls went off to their room to get ready for their afternoon and I
pulled out my toy trucks and building blocks and started to play.
Shortly, they came out in their swimsuits with beach towels and ditty bags. Mary leaned over, kissed me on
my forehead and said, ?Be a good little boy and we?ll remember this next time we play together.? With that
they were out the door, closing it behind them firmly.
I played the rest of the afternoon until I heard the front door open and they returned, laughing and chatting
loudly. Mary saw that I had kept things neat and tidy and comments to Stephanie, ?Jay really is good at
keeping house. We?ll have to remember that I?ll get dinner ready? she finished.
It was a quiet evening. I continued playing and my sisters were sequestered in their room. Mom came home
after we had all gone to bed.
The next day I was scheduled to go swimming with the Jones? boys. Every other week their Mom took
them to the beach and I was generally invited along. Mrs. Jones and my Mom were schoolmates when they
were growing up and had maintained their friendship through the years. Mrs. Jones was an attractive
woman in her early thirties, with long dark brown hair that came down past her shoulders. She had long
slender legs, a nice bottom, small waist, a flat stomach, and ample breasts. She liked to wear two-piece
swimsuits, which covered the essential areas and not much more. The Jones boys were five and six and so
we were well-matched age wise. We had some basic swimming lessons, but we mostly stayed in the
shallow water where our feet could reach the bottom and Mrs. Jones didn?t need to pay close attention to
us.
My sisters were also at the beach and they weren?t paying any attention to anyone under the age of 12 or
13.
Everyone was enjoying a day in the sun and warm water. The girls and women were doing their best to
look their best for the boys and men at the pool. If everyone had actually compared noted with everyone
else, there would have been a great deal of sexual activity occurring. However, everyone was reserved and
very few compared feeling and desires, so very little sexual energy was dissipated. It just grew more
intense in the sun and water surrounded by 'the beautiful and not people'.
After several hours, Mrs. Jones gathered us boys up and trooped us off to her car where we needed to
change out of our wet suits into dry clothes. We each went behind a different car and pulled our suits down
and replaced them with our underwear. I was wearing my new yellow panties, but nobody noticed. When
we were done, we were on our way back to the car when we saw Mrs. Jones take off her top. She had
always done this while we were away and I felt strange seeing her ample breasts swinging from her chest as
she dried them and put on her halter-top. She saw me staring at her breasts and smiled. She said, ?Haven?t
you seen your Mom?s chest?? I didn?t say anything in return, but she approached my and drew me close to
her and gave me a friendly hug against her warm body. It was over as quickly as it started. Jake and
Tommy were back at the car and snapping their wet suits at each other. ?Enough of that. Just get in the car
and behave. I have a treat for you today,? she cooed. ?Put your wet trunks in the trunk.?
After putting our trunks in the back, we all jumped in the back seat and she took the drivers position. She
was fumbling with tying her halter-top, when she said, ?Jay, why don?t you do me a favor and tie this for
me. My boys are all thumbs when it comes to these types of things and I hear you are handy around the
house. I stood up and took both ends and pulled them tight. They were heavy but I secured the two ends
and then tied them in a bow type tie. It was secure and it looked good too.
?Thanks,? she said as she started the car. ?We?re off to the Soda Fountain for some ice cream if you
behave.? With that we all were quiet on the way to the soda fountain. Mrs. Jones was one of the most
attractive women in town and she knew it. She was also a widow, but she had inherited a fortune from her
late husband whose family were industrialists, so she focused her energies on looking and feeling good and
taking care of her boys. Her father was the president of the local bank, so she was not too wild.
At the Soda Fountain, the three of us boys barreled in and took seats at the counter. She followed us in and
Mr. Wilson, the pharmacist, greeted her warmly. ?Can I fix you up with an ice cream soda or do you want
cones today,? he chirped.
?Sodas? we exclaimed! He took our orders and after serving us, asked Mrs. Jones what she wanted.
?Some new lipstick and some of that new skin cr?me you just received in,? she cooed.
He was off to help her before she?d finished the words. ?How?s this color Jane,? he asked showing her a
bright red tube of lipstick.
?Not bright enough?, she laughed, taking the tube and applying it to her lips.
She was stunning. Those bright red lips, long dark hair and nice light tanned skin offset her bright white
teeth when she smiled. Mr. Wilson said, ?I think that?s just the right shade for you, Jane. Now let?s look for
that skin cr?me. I think you?ll enjoy the way it feels.?
She smiled at him and left us at the counter while she and Mr. Wilson went to the Skin Care section of the
store. She made quite an impression. Even on young boys like me. I?m certain the impression she made on
grown men could be measured in degrees of hardness on a certain male organ.
?Oh, I like that a lot,? she exclaimed! And with that the tow of them were back at the counter and Mr.
Wilson was ringing up her purchases and our sodas which she paid for with a crisp twenty dollar bill. Mr.
Wilson made change for her and she said, ?Come along boys, its time we got you home.?
We had finished our sodas. We thanked Mr. Wilson and hopped off the stools and out the door before Mrs.
Jones. I held the door for her, as my sisters and Mom had taught me to do for them. ?Thank you, Jay.
You?re quite the little gentleman,? she said as she smiled and patted me on the back.
When I arrived home, my sisters were already there. Mary was in the bathtub washing off the lake water
smell and shampooing her hair. The door was open since Stephanie was also using this bathroom to freshen
herself up. When I walked by Mary called to me, ?Hey, how was your swim with the Jones? You really
should clean up too and get rid of that lake smell. It?s ok for boys, but you?re our new little sister. We want
you to look and smell pretty for our sleep over next week. There no time like the present to get moving on
this.? Stephanie had already grabbed me and brought me into the bathroom with them. Mary was getting
out of the tub now, dripping wet on the towel on the floor. She just stared at me and said, ?Well, get
undressed. We want to make certain you?re still wearing your new panties.?
I took pulled my polo shirt off and then undid the button on my shorts. I let them drop to the floor and all
that was left were my socks and shoes and the yellow panties they had dressed me in earlier. ?Good, now
take those off, we need to wash you up. There are still a lot of bubbles in my bath, get in the tub after you
take off your shoes, socks and panties.? She then picked up a towel and started drying herself. Stephanie
was still in there. She had already taken a bath, but she was still only dressed in her panties.
While Mary dried herself Stephanie took a funny looking sponge and started soaping my back and front.
Washing me like I had not been washed since I was a little boy. ?Close your eyes, I?m going to wash your
hair,? she said. I did as I was told and soon I felt her fingers washing my pee pee. It felt good, but I didn?t
know what was happening to me. She washed me very gently and after a few minutes said, ?That?s enough
for now, now let?s get you out and get you dried.?
It felt good to have my sisters fawning over me, using nice plush towels to dry my skin and hair. Mary was
still naked and she said, ?I want to have him powder my body and I think he should powder yours to
Steph.?
Stephanie replied, ?Yes, and then we?ll powder her next so she understands how wonderful it feels.? I
hadn?t been called ?her? since that first day. This struck me, but they were in-charge according to Mom and
I was their play toy when they wanted or needed one. Stephanie took a flush towel and Mary sat on it at the
side of the tub. She opened the cabinet and pulled out a pink canister. She opened it and pulled out a pink
powder puff. ?Here,? she said handing it to me. ?It has powder already on it, just gently use it to spread
powder on Mary?s skin. Don?t miss any areas, as those are usually the spots that need it most.? I took the
puff and Stephanie helped me do her back and her bum and her legs when she stood up. Mary helped me
with her front and made certain I powdered her small breasts and extra powder on where she goes pee pee.
Next, Stephanie took off her panties and said with a smile, ?Start where you stopped with Mary, Please.?
I did and while I was powdering Stephanie with her counsel, Mary was putting on her underwear.
Stephanie?s chest had bigger mounds than Mary and she wanted more attention to them than Mary did also.
Like Mary, her tan lines came to the middle of her breasts as she called them. Part of the breast was white
from no sun exposure, her nipples were pink and puffy and the base of her breasts were a light tan. When I
was finished, she said, ?Thank you, now it?s our turn to help you. Sit down on the towel and we?ll start on
your back, your bum, and legs like we did with Mary.?
I was enjoying this. The powder was soft and smell like flowers. I was excited when Stephanie did my face
and some went in my nose. It smelled so wonderful and it felt so good to have my skin dried so thoroughly
and to have my sisters pay so much attention to me. They both wanted to spend time powdering my pee pee
and were careful to make certain it was dry. They seemed to enjoy touching it and I enjoyed being their
play toy.
After we were all powdered, Mary said, ?Jay, we need to try out some clothes we want you to wear for the
sleepover. We want to make certain they fit and that you will look pretty in them.?
Stephanie had put her underwear back on and she smiled at me and said, ?First things first. You?ve worn a
Kotex pad before, and now we want you to wear one everyday we have to. You?ll need to learn when this is
and follow our pattern. We bought you your own sanitary belt and we want you to learn how to deal with
this. Also, we bought you several new pairs of panties, some with ruffles on them and some plain. These
are all yours now, so take care of them.?
Mary had already washed the panties, and they were all nicely folded in her hands. She had several pairs
each of pink, yellow, blue, rose, red, and white and one pair of black panties with ruffles. She smiled as she
handed me a pair of rose panties with lace flowers and white lace details. ?This will go well with what
we?ve picked out?, she said. ?Put them on after you?ve put on your pad. And we want you to always
powder yourself before you put your pad on. We already did that today, so just keep on getting dressed.?
I had the pad on and had pulled on the rose colored panties. The pad made a lump in the panties, but Mary
said, ?That's normal.? Next Mary took a white print bra with flowers and a bow between the cups. ?This
was my first bra,? she said as she put it on me. It was a little big, but she had adjusted the straps so they
were shorter and the hooks so it was tighter.
?That?s great Mary,? Stephanie exclaimed! I didn?t know what to think. Next came some of Mary?s
stockings from her first school uniform. They came midway up my calves and Mary said, ?Now for this
garter I?ve fixed up for you.? She slipped the garter around me and fastened it and then told me how to
attach the stockings using the garter snaps.
Stephanie had laid out a white billowy petticoat and said, ?We?re now going to call you Jayne and you are
our new little sister.? She held open the petticoat and said, ?Step into this and we?ll tie it up for you.? I did
as I was told and I saw the most beautiful clothing I had ever experienced.
?WOW,? I said as Mary tied the petticoat behind my back.
?Next we should do her makeup so we don?t get it on her dress,? Stephanie told Mary.
?I agree, Sit at our dressing table she ordered me.?
As I sat there and looked in the mirrors, I saw myself becoming a young girl. They had teased my hair
when we finished our baths and it now looked more like Mary?s hair than mine. Mary started with some
color for my cheeks and some color for my eyes and eyebrows. We all have blue eyes like our Mom, and
Mary took a brush and my eyes were outlined in a light robin?s egg blue shade. She applied something to
my eyelids and then used a brush to brush them and they were longer and a very dark brown-black. Next
she applied lipstick to my lips. A deep rose color, and then she outlined my lips with another red color.
?Show me your lips,? she cooed as she pushed her lips out to demonstrate. ?Rub the top and bottom lip
together to spread the lipstick,? she said. It felt good. The lipstick tasted good too and was soft on my lips. I
thought, girls are luck if they get to feel this way all the time.
Next, Stephanie brought out a pink Easter gown Mary had worn several years earlier. ?I think this should
fit?, she said slipping it over my outstretched arms. It settled down on the petticoat and Mary helped to
stretch it down to the floor. ?Those stocking will need to come off, they don?t match the rest of the outfit. I
have some nylons she can wear instead?, Mary said.
Stephanie was under my petticoat and I couldn?t see her but she was undoing the garters and rolling the
stocking off my legs when Mary handed her the nylons. ?They might be too tall for her,? Mary said, but
Stephanie was already adjusting the nylons to take up the excess at the garter pull area.
?There she goes, ? Stephanie said as she exited from beneath my petticoat. The dress was wonderful. It fit
over the training bra and the petticoat just as it had for Mary previously.
?We need to do her hair and she needs practice walking in high heels,? Mary said.
They had some goo they put in my hair and rollers too. Mary started the hair drier and told me to, ?Sit
under it without moving for fifteen minutes!? While I was waiting under the hair drier, Stephanie was
trying shoes on my feet. They didn?t seem to fit so she was putting socks in the toes to make them fit better.
Fifteen minutes later, Mary had the drier off my head, much to my relief as I was getting hot and tired.
Stephanie had picked out several pairs of shoes, some were high heels and others were patent leather flats.
Mary was styling my hair up. There were curls were there never had been before. She put a pink ribbon on
both sides of the top of my head tying little loops of hair. Then another ribbon on the back of my head and
she said, ?Now for the shoes and we?re ready to show her to Mom tonight.?
Stephanie said, ?Let?s start with the white flats with the pink bows, that seems to the be theme she?s going
with.?
I had the white flats adjusted to my feet and Mary said, ?Princess, we want you to show us your royal
walk.? With that she led me by the hand to the living room.
I was feeling like the princess they were calling me. I was proud to show them how I could walk with my
dresses swishing in the room and my legs feeling the nylons and petticoats swishing back and forth.
?What will Mom say,? I asked Mary and Stephanie?
?Don?t worry about that,? Mary said, ?she won?t be home tonight.?
With that I was relieved. I was enjoying the attention my sisters were paying me. I smell wonderful. I had
remembered enjoying smelling my sisters clothing after they had worn it and now I was smelling this good.
I enjoyed the way the clothes felt on my skin and the way I looked in the mirror.
Maybe this would be better than being a boy.
There is more to come. This is the second installment and we haven?t made it to the Mid Summer Girls?
Sleep Over Party yet. I hope you?re enjoying this continuing story.
Jayne Willard
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