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Disclaimer: This story is strictly fiction, a product of the author's excessive imagination, and any referral to any person buried or breathing is accidental. This story has absolutely no references to any incidents in real life. It may be copied or posted on any other free web site, as long as the author is given the by line. The Tree House: Part 1 By Ashley Ann Belle Chapter 1: The way it started Ten year old Joey pouted furiously in his room on the second day of a three day grounding since his Sunday School teacher Mrs. Fairbanks, caught him looking up Nancy Parker's and Alice Mecca's dresses. These were the two girls that sat directly across from him. Then of course Joan Timberly hadn't helped as she also gave him a view of her yellow panties. Joey's thoughts began to drift to the reason why he was in this predicament. It just didn't make any sense. Girls just didn't make any sense at all! They wore pretty dresses, with all that fancy girl stuff on them, lace and frills and all. Just so boys could look at them and tell them how pretty they looked. They had all that girl stuff on their panties too but if anyone got caught looking at their panties, they got into trouble. Big trouble. If girls didn't want anybody looking at their panties then how come they made them with so much pretty girl stuff on them? Why did they make their panties as pretty as their dresses? It just didn't make any sense to Joey. It was the view that Nancy Parker afforded him that got him into trouble and he should have known better than to stare. Mrs. Fairbanks always kept a close eye on her students, to see if they were paying close attention. Nancy's pretty blue dress seemed to Joey to be a little short on her, which of course is what attracted his attention in the first place. That was why Joey made sure he sat directly across from her in class, so if and when the opportunity came he wouldn't miss a split second of the view. As Mrs. Fairbanks rattled on, Nancy became more and more disinterested and began to fidget more and more. That was just what Joey was hoping for and he made up his mind he wasn't going to miss any chance to see what she had on under that pretty blue dress. He soon got his chance when she innocently spread her legs as she shifted her position in her chair. The view was all he'd hoped for. The panties were a good match to her dress being a few shades lighter blue and that made them easy to see. The slip Nancy wore was white so that made the panties stand out more. As Nancy's attention became centered on two birds sitting on the windowsill to her left side, she turned her head to the left. At the same time swinging her left leg wide to the left she gave Joey an excellent view. For some reason she also lifted her leg to rest it on the rung of the folding chair she was sitting on. This motion let the already short dress slide up to the top of her legs. This gave Joey a view he dared not even dream about. Not only did he get a full view of the crotch on the tightly pulled up panties against her girl part he saw the fancy stuff that went from the crotch up to her tummy and the lace that fringed the leg. But what was that skin colored part peeking out from her panty? Joey was aghast at what he was looking at. Could this possibly be that ever so secret part, girls so expertly keep from view. He forgot about any caution he needed to keep from getting caught, and just stared and stared at the most unexpected sight he'd ever seen. His stare was suddenly interrupted by Mrs. Fairbanks shout! "Joey!" She shouted. He was startled out of his revelry by Mrs. Fairbanks words, "Come with me! And Nancy sit up straight in your chair!" Mrs. Fairbanks grabbed Joey by his arm and hauled him into an empty storage room. There she gave him the verbal thrashing of his life, saying at more than one point she wished she could give his back side a warming he would never ever forget. And she told him she would make that a strong point when talking to his mother about this filthy incident. Mrs. Fairbanks went on to explain to Joey that she had suspected his filthy habit some time ago, but had had no real proof until today. "And today," she boasted, "I caught you red handed, looking up Nancy's dress." Joey was instructed by Mrs. Fairbanks to sit right there, until Sunday school was over and she would be back to deal with him later. "You are lucky you can sit down at all for now, but I hope your mother will give you the spanking of your perverted life. Hopefully you won't be able to sit down for a week." Joey's dad was a truck driver and was away from home most of time so Mom had to deal with the discipline. She would probably ground him for a month and was glad his Dad was working. His Dad did not like playing the bad guy when he was home and preferred to have good father and son bonding. He did not get involved in disciplinary matters often but when he did it was a bad time for Joey. Chapter 2: When the best laid plan fails. And so Joey sat in his room staring out the window at the recently constructed tree house that his Dad had so expertly built just for him. Dad was right when he said all boys need a place to call their very own. The tree house was just that. His very own place, so everybody that wanted to visit his secret sanctuary had to ask his permission to climb up the ladder and enter this privileged place. It wasn't exactly a tree house because it wasn't built in a tree. It sat on four thick poles and was a ten-foot square structure with a triangular roof and a window on each side. A ladder provided access to the tree house through the hole in the floor. It quickly became the perfect place to engage in his other favorite pastime. His indulgence and fascination with panties. Over the past year he had managed to collect three pairs of panties by various means. Up to now they'd been kept in his room and were well hidden. Two pairs were hidden in his tree house and his third least favorite pair was kept in their hiding place in his room for emergencies. Today was one of those emergency days. Because of his grounding he could not get to the tree house so he recovered the plain blue pair and had them on under his jeans. They were far from his favorite, but at least they were panties and blue. That was what Nancy had been wearing on Sunday. These were not near as fancy or even the same shade but at least they were blue. So the fact that he had the same color panties on gave him some satisfaction and eased his stress of being grounded. Joey's passion of looking up dresses was causing him problems as his mother had caught him a couple times and she'd been told twice by irate mothers that they had seen him trying to look up their daughter's dresses. She was embarrassed by these confrontations with irate mothers and was at her wit's end about what to do about Joey's persistence in his horrible perverted habit. So Joey sat looking out the window as the slight breeze stirred the foliage, and he stared longingly at the tree house. It seemed to call him into its most private place. The tree house was most perfect place to put on the panties he had stashed there. He could see if someone was coming and even if they escaped his detection he could hear them coming up the ladder. That would give him plenty of time to do whatever he had to do to prevent any embarrassing incidents. As he drifted into far off thoughts something caught his attention. There was a motion in the corner of his eye. He shifted his attention and a wonderful sight greeted his eyes. There was Angela, the eight old year girl who lived next door. Angela was the most girly girl he'd ever known. She loved wearing dresses and hardly ever wore jeans or shorts. She just seemed to have an endless supply of pretty dresses. At school or at a party, or some function, she always had on a different dress and every one just seemed to make her so pretty. Angela was a girl that Joey envied and worshipped. She even talked like a dream, she was so cute that she had Joey fully under her spell. There she was outside in one of her pretty dresses with the wind swirling around and gently lifting her dress hem ever so slightly. 'Oh what a sight,' thought Joey as he pressed his nose to the window for a better view. He was hoping for a big gust of wind to lift her dress up for that great view of her panties. As Angie (her nickname) bent down to pick something up from the ground, that Moment arrived when the gust of wind lifted the back of her dress all the way up to her waist. To Joey's astonishment she didn't jump right up and try to pull the dress back into place but she continued to pick up whatever she was picking up. It was obvious she was confident no one was watching her and thought she was in complete privacy. Joey tried ever so hard to see any detail of the panties, but she was just too far away, he wasn't even sure of the color but the color was different from her dress and slip. He could determine at least that much. As suddenly as she appeared, she dashed back into the house. Joey was absolutely enthralled with her and this latest incident of panty peeking added to his emotional state. He just had to get a look at her panties close up. If possible very close up. As he stared longingly at the tree house, a plan began to take shape in his mind. He would invite her into the tree house, but it had to be when she was wearing a dress, and somehow he had to get her to climb up the ladder first. That was most important part she must be wearing a dress and climb the ladder first. That would give Joey the view of her panties that would remain locked in his mind forever. The next day the grounding was finally over and he headed straight for his tree house because it was the best place to think and the best way to put his plan into action. But first things first, he could think much more clearly when he had panties on, so out came his favorite pair. The pink colored ones with fancy stuff around the crotch. He giggled to himself as he recalled how the lace had itched his legs that time he'd ventured outside to the store on an errand for his mother. That was such a daring trip, he'd never been out of his room wearing panties before and it was an adventure. His little pecker stood up the whole time he was gone. He didn't know why it got so hard, wet and stained the front of the panties. It did upset him some but nothing ever came of it. He had to rub himself down there but it seemed to make things worse. He discovered that when he took a shower that night before he went to bed, the shower finally made his pecker go down. Joey did not yet realize that he was on the edge of puberty, and of course had no idea what puberty was anyway. Now wearing those same panties he was ready to do some serious planning to get Angie to go along with his plan. His thoughts were constantly along these lines and planned to make Angie want to see the tree house more than anything else in the world. His plan was for her to really want to see the inside of the treehouse so bad she would jump at the chance, and dash right on up the ladder. Of course Joey would be ready to seize the opportunity right away and start looking just as soon as she got three or four rungs up. Then he would start up right behind her and get the best view possible. On that next Saturday, late in the afternoon he got his chance to put his plan into action. She was outside playing and close to the fence that separated the two yards so Joey made a point to get close to his side of the fence so he could talk to her. Sure enough she had a dress on which seemed to be a little bit short on her. 'All the better,' he thought. 'Well here goes.' "Hi! Angie," he said with a little more enthusiasm than normal. "What cha ya doin?" "Oh just nothin I guess. I'm a little bored, with nothing to do," she replied and then after a short pause added, "That's a neat tree house your Dad made for ya." Joey's heart almost popped out of his chest when she mentioned the tree house. Maybe just maybe she already had some curiosity about the tree house and he could make this a big advantage to his plan. "Yeah it's really great you can see out all four windows and see all the yards around here," he said then added. "It's high enough to see over all the fences." Joey was really anxious to get her interest then he added, "You can see Tommy Pratt playing on his Army course that his Dad made for him." That got Angie's attention because she was attracted to Tommy but never let on. If she could see Tommy Pratt on his Army course without him knowing it that would give Angie a real thrill, her heart skipped a beat at the thought. Angie was taking the bait so Joey could see it in her eyes and the expression on her face. He decided to let her carry the conversation for a while and see where it went led. She kept looking up at the tree house and Joey let her look for a while without saying anything. Then he laid another piece of bait by saying, "The other day when they had the fire in the field next to the school, I could see the fire trucks leaving for the fire." 'It's working great,' he thought as he could see her looking harder at the tree house. Then another piece of bait came out, "I can even things some of the kids do when they know their Moms or Dads aren't home. 'This one really got Angie's interest,' Joey thought and he saw her actually lick her lips. Now was a good time to let her simmer awhile, and let her really want to get inside the tree house. He had to get her really excited so she would just jump at the chance. He knew she would resist going up the ladder at first if she had time to think about it. The expression on her face told Joey she was about to ask the big question, but he let her stew awhile. He decided to approach the subject from another angle so he said, "I don't let many people up there! Especially girls, it's really a boy thing being in a tree house." While she took that comment onboard he added, "It's sort of built like a fort tower and I know girls don't like that sort thing." The expression on Angie's face changed completely, first disappointment, then a look Joey was not familiar with. The expression of a young girl's determination, and becoming dead set on doing something as Angie made up her mind right then and there. She was going to get into that tree house one way or another. No boy was going to tell her, "No girls allowed!" Of course Joey couldn't read her mind and had no idea what she was thinking, but he knew her mind was working, he could see it on the expression on her face. Joey also knew Jay Warner the star quarterback for the team was a hunk to all the girls and he figured Angie would be no different although she was a little young for that sort thing. He knew too that she was talked about being so grown up for an eight-year-old, so boys could very well be on her mind. So he decided to pull out his ace in the hole. As nonchalantly as he could, he dropped the bombshell. "Yea and sometimes I can see Jay Warner swimming in their pool, and most of times a lot of other guys are there too." This was too much for Angie, as Angie was starting to notice boys, and Jay was a hunk, and star football player at that. Angie began to visualize him in his trunks. The vision of Jay and lot of other boys in their swim trunks put her over the brink, she just had to see this. So she decided to be girlishly coy and try and convince Joey to let her up in the tree house. Little did she know she was playing right into Joey's plans. As girlishly as she could, she popped the question, "How come you don't let girls up there?" Joey was ready for that one, "Because you have to climb a ladder and it's too dangerous for girls. They might fall, and besides it's almost ten feet off the ground and girls get all scary and stuff when they're high off the ground. Angie had to think about that for second, then she replied, "that's not true! I'm a girl and high places don't scare me. "Well I never see you climbing trees or swinging on the bars at school." "That's different," she said. "Oh yeah what's different about it?" came Joey's reply. "It's at school that's what," was her reply. "Oh come on Joey don't be a jerk. Girls have tree houses too." "Yea but not this one," Came his reply. 'Now just a little more baiting and she would be ready,' he thought. So he asked the question in a smart Alec way, "I suppose you want to go up into my tree house?" It was more of a statement than a question. Angie could hardly contain herself, "Yes, yes I do want to, please Joey let me go and see it." 'He had her! This was it,' he thought and so he said, "OKAY, OKAY! But just this once. And you promise cross your heart you will never tell anybody." "Yes, yes," she repeated as she crossed her heart. "And one more thing. You have to go first, that way if you fall, I'll be there to catch ya." "Oh don't be silly," she said almost begging. "I'm not going to fall." Joey though insisted that she go first and he went on to explain, "I don't want to get blamed for letting you get hurt, so you have to go first or not at all." "OH! Okay, I'll go first if I can go right now," she said. 'Bingo!' Joey thought 'I've got you now.' Before Joey could say another word Angie sped for the gate, and was through it, and made a mad dash for the ladder. The speed at which she took off startled Joey and he froze. In a flash Angie was at the ladder and Joey had to run for all he was worth to get behind her there. When he arrived she was half way up. The agility of her climb up the ladder stunned Joey, he just was not prepared for that, by the time he got there and looked up she was at the top. All he saw was a flash of white under her dress, and some other color, but it was gone in an instant, as she crawled off the ladder on to the floor. He was so surprised by her speed and ability to climb the ladder. Deeply involved in his own rapid accent, he had no time to feel disappointment, he just had to get up there. Finally as he reached the access hole, he looked up to see where she was. The sight that greeted his startled eyes made eyes his stare out wide. There she was looking out the window trying for all she was worth, straining to catch a look at Jay, and his buddies by the pool, but all she saw was his Dad doing some yard work. She continued to enjoy the view and Joey was certainly enjoying the view too. As she leaned closer to the window, she was on her tiptoes leaning forward and her dress was all the way up to her little butt exposing her panties. Oh those panties were a dream to see. Joey did not know what the material was, but they were a shade of white with some kind of picture on them, on closer inspection, the little pictures turned out to be ponies and teddy bears, and some other things he couldn't make out. Her panties were stretched over her butt, and her legs were spread so she could stand at a more advantageous angle for her new and exciting view. The panties were also pulled tight up against her girl part, and made a clear outline. The view was so captivating, Joey unconsciously began to drool at the mouth. He just stared for the longest time, this was even better than he had dare hope. Suddenly without warning she came out of her revelry and turned to see where Joey was. This caught him by surprise as he was still staring at the wonderful view that was before him. It was her shriek, "JOEY! What are doing?" That shook his inner being at her tone. They both were staring at each other, Joey at the horrible realization, that he'd been caught again looking up a dress. While Angie suddenly realized what she'd done and it was what her mother had warned her not to do. In her excitement to get up the tree house she'd given someone a chance to look up her dress. Her mother had told her time and time again about being modest and keeping her legs together, and her skirt down. About how to be a proper young lady and never let anybody look up her dress. Then there were the special warnings about Joey. Her Mom had explained that Joey had a nasty habit of trying to look up girl's dresses and she was to be extra careful around him. Angie realised that if this got out she would be serious trouble. What if Joey blabbed it all over school he had got her into his tree house and how he had seen her panties? Angie panicked initially but she was also smart and decided she could handle Joey. Despite her youth she knew she had to get control, get it fast and get control she did. "You nasty little boy! You were looking at my panties! Weren't you?" Joey was too stunned to answer, "Answer me you little pervert," a word she'd heard at school and it seemed to fit here so she used it again. "Answer me you pervert! Were you staring at my panties?" Joey still didn't answer. She sensed she was getting the upper hand, and intended to get an even better grip on the situation. "If you don't answer me, I'll scream so loud the firemen will hear me. Now pervert, for the last time were you looking at my panties?" "No... no... honest I wasn't," he stuttered in shock of being caught again. He had to lie or his whole world would come crashing down. So he tried to say no even more convincingly but to no avail. Angie had him and she knew it and Joey knew it. "You're lying," she shrieked, "not only are you a pervert, you're a liar too!" Joey tried to go back down the ladder, but Angie put a stop to that in a flash. "Get up here pervert so I can get a good look at what a pervert looks like. Joey Teeter, I'm going to fix you good and I mean good. If you don't do exactly as I say I'll scream so loud the windows will shake and believe me I can scream." Joey panicked again and said, "Please... please don't scream." "Why not Joey Teeter you afraid of something? I bet I know what you're afraid of. You're afraid of being caught looking up a dress, AGAIN! Am I right? Well pervert answer me yes or no!" Tears began to form in Joey's eyes. "One more chance pervert am I right?" "Y---e-s y-e--s y---e---s, yes," he couldn't talk as tears were starting to run down his cheeks, and he was stuttering. Then she asked, "yes what?" "I'm afraid of getting caught again," he said as plain as he could talk. "Getting caught at what? You better say it! Or I'll...," she shrieked. "No, no," Joey said, "I'll say it but please, please don't scream please." "All right say it now or here goes, she puffed out her chest like she was getting ready give out a blood curdling scream." He could hardly talk, but he did his best. "Yes I'm afraid of getting caught looking up your dress." Angie had him now, and paused for only a brief Moment as she considered her next move. "Wait right here, and if you're gone when I get back, I'm telling my Mom about and that you tried to touch my panties." Joey froze as that thought sunk into his mind. "I didn't try to touch you," he cried out in anguish. Her reply was, "Guess who everybody will believe? Me or a pervert like you. If my Mom finds out you tried to touch me, you'll be lucky you don't end up locked in some school for perverts." That thought shook Joey to his very soul. He was trapped and could do nothing about it. Angie repeated her words, "Wait right here and don't go anywhere! I'll be back soon." Angie ran home as fast she could and went straight to her big sister's room. Susan was three years older than Angie and a little bigger. Angie knew the dress and panties she was going to get would fit Joey. She almost lost her self-control as she thought of her plan. The plan was to make Joey put on the dress and panties then she would tease and make fun of him without showing any mercy. At the time she had no idea how well her plan would work. As Joey sat frightened to death, crying, and visibly shaken, he tried to think of what she was doing. Then the shame and humiliation of it all came crashing down on him. An eight-year-old girl had got him scared and crying like a silly girl! A sissy, is that what he was? A sissy! Well he probably was, wearing panties like he did, he was a sissy and this brought tears of fear, shame and humiliation to an uncontrollable level. 'What was Angie doing anyway?' Time passed slowly so it seemed. Then at last he heard she was on the way back. As she climbed the ladder with agility, Joey noticed she had something under her arm that looked like rags or clothes. Finally back in the tree house, Angie put down her package and to Joey's surprise it was a dress with a pair of bright pink panties. They had lots of lace ruffles on them. 'What in the world did she intend to do with those?' he wondered. In a brief glimmer of hope he thought she was going to put them on for his benefit, could this be the reason she brought that stuff up here? The next order she gave Joey dashed any foolish hopes of any thing like that. "Take off your clothes Joey and do it now!" 'What did she say?' Joey thought but the order was quickly repeated. "Get out of your clothes right now!" Joey hesitated and Angie started down the ladder, saying, "OKAY, I'm telling the world what went on up here." "No! No! No! Please don't do that, I'll take off my clothes, but what are you going to make me do?" "You'll see. Now get undressed!" "OKAY, OKAY, But please turn around so you won't see me," Joey pleaded. "No, you turn around," she said. With tears of humiliation Joey turned his back and slowly slipped off his T-shirt. Then he pleaded one more time, "Please not my pants!" "Everything," she said almost shouting. Angie stood in awe at the scene that was unfolding before her eyes. Here was a boy two years older than her taking off his clothes at her command. She didn't understand the feeling that was taking over her being but she knew it had something to do with control. She knew she was in complete control and Joey knew it. She was overwhelmed with the feeling of power. Joey shook with fear and humiliation as he struggled to get his pants off over his shoes and socks. Finally down to his jockey shorts he said, "OKAY I'm undressed." Hoping beyond hope, this was as far as this thing was going to go. His hopes soon fell as she said, "Oh no you're not! Everything Joey Pervert, your underwear too." "Please! Please! Not my underwear. Please! No." His pitiful pleas only fed Angie's feelings of control and power. "Off with them, or I'll scream!" Down they came and then off. 'Now what?' he wondered. There he stood his back to this wild crazed girl. Bare rear in plain view, shaking and sobbing, humiliated beyond anything he'd ever experienced. Even when caught at his panty peeking schemes, this was much, much worse. What came next was almost a relief and at the same time even more humiliating as Angie reached around him, and handed him the pair of panties she had taken from that bundle. At least he could he cover his bare butt, but being forced to put on panties and in front of anyone else was something he'd never even thought about before. Then the idea that he had to put panties on in front of a young girl made Joey almost pass out but the fear of her threats kept him obeying her instructions even as he moved in a daze. Joey did not even think about any detail of the panties as held them up. He just knew they were panties and most of all he wanted to put something on to cover up his nakedness. So he stepped into the panties and quickly pulled them up. Then he just stood there in a daze. He was in shock at what was happening to him so he couldn't even think straight. Then the next horror came. Angie said, "Turn around." He froze. "Turn around!" She repeated even louder this time. Feeling sick he slowly turned to find Angie had a look of surprise and a big smile on her face. Angie did not know it at the time, but the feeling of control she had here, was the seed of female control that would grow with her for the rest of her life as she went into womanhood. All she knew now was it felt strange, and good and she had to keep going. As Joey turned to face her, his sobbing got worse and Angie just stared. She hardly noticed the odd bulge in front of his panties because she was interested in next step more. After a Moment she handed him the dress. "Oh! No! Please! Please no!" Joey pleaded. The look on Angie's face told him what he had to do. He had no idea how to put a dress on. He'd never done that before. Angie saw his problem and was more than willing to help. She got the dress into position and told Joey to bend down so she could slip it over his head. As the dress slid down his body, Joey didn't even notice the short puffy sleeves, the low wide collar with the lace on it, or even how it slid over his chest. He just knew he put on a dress and panties. All this in front of an eight year old girl that had tricked and forced him into them. But something wasn't right, it didn't fit right, then Angie got a smile on her face and said, "Now Joey Pervert, zip up the back up of your dress." Now with no control of his own, he just obeyed and reached around the back. He fumbled for the zipper and finally got it only part way up. Then he shifted his hands over his left shoulder and tried to reach the zipper again but couldn't do it. Then back he went to the original position but still he couldn't reach the zipper. Angie was now starting to laugh at his fumbling as Joey's sobbing was almost out of control. Angie continued to let him struggle with the zipper and was laughing hard at his efforts. Finally she said, "Turn around little girl and I'll help you with your dress." The girl phrase just went over Joey's head. He was so humiliated and crying so hard. Angie zipped it right to the top, and pulled the flap over the top the zipper, and buttoned it. She did not realize at the time how difficult that would make it for Joey to take off the dress later on. "Now turn around so I can see how you look in a dress," she said and now completely under her control, he did as he was told. "Well now you do look good in that dress. How does it feel little girl to wear such a pretty dress?" All right little girl now you're going to find out how it feels to have some one trying to look up your pretty dress." Angie started to laugh now as she now felt more and more the power she had over this poor helpless boy in a dress. "Go sit in the corner," she commanded and Joey did as he was told. Without any knowledge of how to sit in a dress he just sat with his legs wide apart. Angie looked at his panties, pointed to them and began laughing even harder. She pointed and laughed. Finally Joey got the message and closed his legs. "So how does it feel little girl? Having someone stare up at your panties!" At this point, Joey was just a robot simply reacting to the commands given to him. Her next order was, "get up little girl, I want to see your pretty dress." Joey just did it. His humiliation and loss of control made him just do whatever she told him. Her next order was, "Lift up the front of your dress little girl." Without any hesitation he reached down to the hem and pulled it up to his waist. "I want to get a good look at your panties little girl," she said now laughing even harder, but the laugh was taking on an evil tone. What Angie saw as he lifted his dress got her attention. The front of his panties was sticking straight out and this was something she had never seen before. This didn't happen when she watched her classmates or her sister dress in front of her. As she stared at this odd thing in his panties, the thought finally entered her mind that it was that thing that boy's had down there. But why was it sticking out like that? She decided to ask, "Hey Joey why are your panties sticking out like that?" Joey hadn't even realized his pecker was hard. He looked down and saw what she was talking about. He quickly lowered his dress but Angie ordered it back up and he just automatically did as he was told. Finally more out of survival instinct than rational thought he began to rebel. He started to try and get out of the dress. He began struggling with the button over the zipper but Angie was quick to react to his rebellion. With quick thinking she reached over to Joey's pile of clothes lying on the floor and just kicked them down the access hole. Joey watched in horror as his clothes hit the ground. In an instant Angie was on the ladder, hit the ground on the run and in one single motion scooped up his clothes before speeding through the gate and into her house. Joey watched in shear horror as his boy clothes disappeared and left him standing there in the tree house wearing Angie's sister panties and dress! As Angie hit the back door that led into the kitchen she flung it open and was about to make a mad dash for her room when she ran smack into her mother. She just happened to get back from the store and was starting to fix supper. Chapter 3: Feminine Instincts After recovering from the shock of Angie's sudden appearance and running inside they just stared at each other. Then Mom noticed the bundle of clothes she had but it took a minute or two for Mom to realize they were boy's clothes. At first she was speechless but finally recovering from the shock of the Moment her maternal instincts kicked in and the facts came to mind. Here was her daughter running home flinging the door open, with a bundle of boy clothes in her arms. As she looked harder at the clothes, she saw a pair of boy's Jockey shorts right on top of the pile in plain sight! "Wha... wha... wha .., what is going on here?" She demanded, "Angie! What in the world are you doing with all those clothes? That's boy's underwear too! What on earth is going on here?" Angie remained silent and after a short pause Mom demanded, "I want an explanation right now. Right this minute! Now young lady, explain just what's going on here." Angie couldn't talk while Mom was really fired up and more irate. "I have to have an answer and it had better be quick. It had better be good, very good indeed." Now it was time for Angie's feminine survival instincts to kick in, and kick in they did. Her first thought was, 'I've got to get out of this mess!' It was feminine survival in its highest form and Angie was a fast thinker. Straight away the answer came clear and she was comfortable with it. In this case what could be better than the truth! So she told Mom the whole story. How Joey had got her into his tree house and how he made her go first so he could look up her dress. Then having got her in the tree house he kept looking up her dress and just kept staring. Angie noticed her Mom was taking the story well, and she began to get angry, not at Angie as she had hoped but at that filthy minded little Joey! Good, Angie realised that she had Mom hooked too. Then Mom had a question, "what are you doing with these clothes? Whose clothes were they?" It took some courage for Angie to answer, but what the heck, the truth was working so far so why change now? Angie decided. So she told Mom how she wanted to get back at him and make him know what it felt like to have someone looking up your dress. Then she explained how she made him stay in the tree house, while she ran home and got one of Susan's dresses. Before zipping him up in it. Angie noticed her Mom was taking the story well. However Mom was angry about the way Joey had tricked her daughter into one of his dirty little perverted schemes he was so well known for. At the same time she was proud of her daughter's quick thinking and her revenge on Joey. She had done remarkably well, yes very well in deed. To add to the convincing of Mom, Angie did what little girls do best, she turned on the tears and with big tears she told Mom how embarrassed she was and how sorry she was about letting him see her panties and that she'd remembered about that sort of thing. Mom held and comforted Angie for awhile, then she knew what she had to do, she picked up the phone and dialed Joey's Mom's number. Chapter 4: Joey's humiliation Meanwhile back in the tree house Joey was in a state of pure panic. He stood facing the back of his house, looking out the tree house window at the kitchen beneath him. He didn't even notice that the wind had picked up a little. The breeze that came up through the hole in the floor gently swirled up his legs and lifted the hem of his dress ever so slightly. At any other time this would have been an exciting feeling to a boy in his first dress. But Joey was in no position to enjoy such a luxury now. He struggled with himself to think straight. He had to get into the house without being discovered and his knees went weak when the thought flashed through his mind that his Mom would catch him in these clothes. She would probably be in the kitchen fixing supper and he was praying that she wouldn't be there when he streaked towards the house wearing a dress and panties. He forced himself to calm down, think hard and decide quickly. Maybe if he just ran for the house in the panties without the dress, he wouldn't attract much attention. But the darn panties were pink and would show. Then he thought of the ones in his stash right there in the tree house. 'The white ones that would be better than Angie's sister's,' he thought. He tried to slip the dress over his head but it wouldn't budge, then he remembered the zipper. He reached around to his back and tried to get to the zipper but that didn't work. So he lifted his right arm over his shoulder to try and reach it. It was a struggle but he felt something and it wasn't the tab of the zipper but a button. Finally, he got the button undone and had to put his arm down to rest it. Then he reached back again for the zipper tab and he was in the midst of trying to grab the tab when he heard the phone ring in the kitchen. It rang only once and there was then a long silence. Joey continued to struggle with the zipper but was having no success. He had to rest his arms several times from the strain of reaching up to the zipper in this uncomfortable position. He ignored the phone call, thinking it was just another call for Mom, just one of the many she received through the day. Then just as he looked toward the house, he saw Mom step out on to the porch and she yelled at the top of her voice, "Joey! Joey! Joey Teeter! Get yourself in this house right now and I mean right now!" His knees went soft and he had to grab onto the window ledge to keep from falling. He gasped in fright as Mom was started towards the tree house. 'Oh NO!' he then froze in his terror. In a flash she was at the bottom of the ladder, still yelling his name. "Joey get down here this minute! Now Joey! Right now!" Joey though was frozen to the spot and couldn't make his legs or body move because he was so scared. "Answer me Joey! I know you're up there," she was said yelling so loud the whole block could probably hear her. "And I know what went on up there too Joey! Angie's mother just called me and told me the whole story. Now get down here this instant!" However he didn't budge and his hesitation wasn't going to be tolerated by his Mom. Despite never having been in the tree house or being familiar with ladders, she climbed the ladder with amazing agility. Within a few seconds she was at the top and she found herself staring through the access hole. The sight that greeted her startled her so much she almost lost her grip on the ladder. She'd been told the whole story by Angie's very upset mother and how Angie had left Joey in the tree house, wearing one of Susan's dresses and panties. But when she saw him now huddling in a corner it still took her breath away. There he was huddled down in a corner, his knees pulled up to his chest, head buried on his knees and sobbing uncontrollably. "Look at me Joey! I said look at me! Now!" she commanded. Joey's robot reaction to orders kicked in again, and he looked at his very upset mother. She stared back at this pathetic figure that was her son sitting there with his knees up to his chest. The dress hem had gone up to his waist and those very bright pink panties were clearly showing. She gasped at the sight she was witnessing and both just stared at each other. Finally she spoke, "get down out of here right now and get into the house!" Joey found some words and managed to say, "OKAY Mom, but please get me some clothes." She looked hard at her son and said, "you've got clothes on. Now get into the house right this minute." "I--- I--- mean--- I-mean boy clothes Mom," he stuttered. "I need some boy clothes to put on, please Mom get me some of my clothes. Please Mom!" She stared at her son, still huddled in the corner, his dress jumbled up around his waist and those panties showing ever so brightly. Mom had a Moment of compassion for him but it passed as quickly as it came. She repeated her order, "you've got clothes on now so, get moving or I'll come in there and drag you out." She started moving towards Joey to do just that, "OKAY, OKAY Mom I'm coming." Joey was finally getting his wits about him, and knew he had obey his mother. Mom backed down the ladder to the ground and stood there waiting for Joey to start down. She looked up the ladder when he started down. The sight that greeted her eyes made her shake her head in disbelief as she watched Joey start down. She found herself looking straight up her son's dress and his pink panties. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks that this is what Joey had planned on with Angie. The plan was to get the look he wanted at her! To look at girl's panties. Just then an extra strong breeze came and lifted Joey's dress up past his backside. It would have been amusing under different circumstances but not now. Unknown to Joey and his Mom, Angie, Susan, and their Mom had stepped on to their back porch to watch what was happening. Their amusement increased a lot when they saw the figure of Joey climbing down the ladder from his tree house in Susan's dress. They laughed and giggled when the wind caught the dress and lifted it up. As Joey finally stepped on to the ground she grabbed his left ear with a good yank and started marching him towards the house keeping a firm hold on the ear the whole time. Joey's head was bent to the right. He was yelping, half skipping and half running alongside his Mom as they headed for the house. After they were both inside, Angie, Susan, and their Mom had a good laugh at the sight. They knew very well that Joey Teeter was in big trouble this time. Once in the house Mom made Joey stand in the middle of the kitchen. "I want a good look at this sight," she said, Joey was still sobbing but stood there anyway. She just looked for the longest time. 'What now,' she wondered, 'I've got to think this latest incident through thoroughly. He deserved a hard lesson that was for sure, this crazy habit of his just had to be stopped.' A plan began to take place in her mind, not a complete one, but something was shaping up. Something for a start any way. Well, first things first and that was to keep a record of this thing she called a son. Joey was dumfounded when she went to fetch the digital camera. "Well! Now young man, Oops! I mean young lady, your dad will certainly enjoy seeing his pretty little girl in her new dress. Maybe he'll keep it in his wallet and take it out to look at when he gets homesick." Mom made Joey stand, turn around, and then made him make several tries at a curtsy and he fell twice. Mom was having a ball clicking away and said, "Oh what pretty panties you have honey." Then she made him sit on a kitchen chair. She told him how to sit like a proper young lady, with his knees tight together and his dress pulled down. Taking pictures all the time she then made him spread his legs and she took more pictures commenting all the while on how unladylike that was while still taking pictures. Finally she put the camera down and said, "Okay young lady here's the next step." Joey did as he was told unknowingly, as his own thoughts were unavailable to his terror stricken brain. Even the threat of his dad finding out about this latest incident didn't register because his mind was still numb with all that had happened in the last hour or so of his life. However Mom's next order did register. She said, "Joey get my hair brush and meet me in the living room." Trying to keep his Mom happy he went to fetch the hairbrush. Mom was seated on the couch when he arrived in the living room and by this time, he'd ran out of tears. He was dry sobbing as she commanded, "Give me the hair brush Joey!" He did so. "All right it's time for my little girl to get a good hard spanking and I do mean hard." Up to now being referred to as a little girl hadn't clicked in his fogged up brain but it did this time. He retorted, "I'm not a girl!" "Oh really now!" Came back the sneering reply, "You sure look like one to me in that pretty dress you're wearing. Those darling pink panties you have under that pretty dress. You do look like a girl to me honey. So now you're going to learn how girls get a spanking!" He winced inside. "By the way," she added, "that's just one of many things you're going to learn about girls." That bounced off Joey's fogged up brain too at the time even Mom didn't fully understand the meaning of her words but it sounded good at the time. What was forming in her mind, was something she'd heard about from one of her friends in a parenting chat room. It had taken her attention at the time but she lost the train of thought as her friend went onto some other subject. Now it was coming back. Petty coat discipline and she would look into that later but for now there was business at hand. "Come over here!" Mom said and he obeyed and stood in front of a still angry mother. "Now young lady pull up the back of your dress." The referral to "his dress" also hit Joey hard. It wasn't his dress. He was a boy and boy's didn't have dresses. It really grabbed Joey and Mom had called him a "young lady". However he did as told. He lifted the back of the dress, and stood directly in front of his mother, her next order shocked Joey to his very core. "Pull down those panties!" She told him. "What?" Joey replied. "Pull down your panties! Now!" Mom repeated. That made Joey freeze up but Mom read his mind and repeated, "Down with your panties you don't have anything I haven't seen before. I'm your mother and I know all about little boys now get those panties down or I'll pull them down." He did as he was told and got them down as far as the top of his legs. She pointed to her lap and Joey needed no further instructions for he knew what was expected of him. He crawled across her lap, resting his hands on the floor with his legs tight together. With one single move, she pulled the panties down further clear down to his knees. Joey tensed up ready for the expected blows and the first blow hit his left cheek. He had been ready for the blow but not with the way she wielded the brush. He jerked in a spasm and cried out, "Oooouuuch!" The next followed on the same cheek, "Yeeeooow! He wailed then the next blows landed until five were given on the same cheek. His butt was on fire and then she changed to the right cheek. Joey couldn't stand the thought of it any more and began kicking his legs. The five blows to the right cheek ended and Joey was yelling and screaming! He kicked his legs and the partially pulled down panties started to slide down his legs about the time they got to his ankles, his legs were flailing wildly and spreading apart. He didn't even notice that the waist elastic band had broken and then the elastic in the left leg also broke. Then Mom shifted back to the left cheek and by this time she was in a fury. She hit harder back on the left cheek. Joey was kicking and crying uncontrollably. After another five on the left cheek she went back to the right. Joey was kicking so wildly, the panties flew off his feet and went across the room. Finally after twenty blows on a very sore inflamed butt Mom relented and stopped. She told Joey to get up and go stand in the corner, as he very willing got off her lap and started for the corner, he lifted the hem of the dress back up and was rubbing his very stinging butt. Mom noticed the absence of the panties, and at the same time saw them lying in a heap in the center of the room. "Pick up your panties Joey and put them on. Stand there until I tell you to move." Joey reached down and retrieved the panties and slid them on. He didn't notice they had been ripped he just put them on and headed for the corner. Mom just sat there for a long while with Joey standing in the corner rubbing a very stingy butt. His hands were under the dress, rubbing his butt over the top of the panties. Mom got up to leave and Joey quit rubbing his butt but he continued to fidget and move because the stinging was so severe. This action caused the torn panties to fall down around his ankles so he just reached down and pulled them back up. The humiliation of the whole incident began to sink in about now. He was a ten-year old boy standing in a corner wearing a dress he had been forced into by a small girl. He's been discovered by his mother then spanked hard by her and was wearing panties when they would stay up. The darn panties fell down again and he had to pull them up again. He was dry sobbing now his tears long gone and he began to think his life was over. At least life as he knew it. He did not know at the time just how true that was. Mom came back into the room and Joey instinctively turned to watch her as his panties fell around his ankles again. "Joey!" She yelled, "Pull your panties up!" "But Mom they keep falling down!" "That's not my problem little girl, keep your panties on." This was just too much he decided as he just reached down and pulled them up again. Mom was getting ready to go somewhere but he didn't care as he turned back to face the corner again. The darn panties fell again and Mom saw it. She yelled, "If I see those panties down around your ankles once more, you'll get another spanking and just as hard. I have plenty of strength left." This time as he pulled up the troublesome panties, he discovered the torn waistband, and realized what the problem was. So with his hands under the dress that was partially pulled up, he stood there holding the panties in place. The humiliation was getting to Joey but there was nothing he could do about it so he just stood there and shook. Mom's next order came and he just said, "Okay Mom." "I'm going to the mall and I'll be gone a little while. You'd better be there when I get back and don't move." Soon after she left Joey had relaxed and went to the bathroom to pee. All the way to the bathroom he had to hold the panties in place because once he started to walk he let go and they fell to his ankles again causing him to trip. Once at the toilet he just let them fall and he did his thing. This action made Joey wonder how girls went to the toilet again. He remembered when he once got a chance to run into the girl's rest room at school and get a good look around. The first thing he noticed was that there were no urinals and that made Joey curious about how girls peed. He had no idea how long Mom would be gone, so he went right back to his corner. His butt was still stinging so he had to rub it often. It seemed a long time to Joey that Mom was gone, but finally there she was coming through the door, Joey had hoped that on her return he would be getting out of this dress and these panties that kept sliding down. He hardly noticed all the packages she was carrying because he just wanted to get this day over with and into something more comfortable, like boy clothes. Mom told him, "Joey get out of that dress and those panties." 'Yes!' That's what he wanted to hear and without a second thought he was out of the dress and panties. Standing naked in front of his mother wasn't his idea of something more comfortable, so he asked, "Okay Mom can I get my clothes on now?" "Your clothes? Well yes, you can sweetie!" With that Joey started to make a dash for his room but Mom caught him by his arm and spun him around facing her. It didn't even dawn on him he was facing his mother completely naked. His boy thing was in plain view and he just wanted to get to his room and into his jeans and T-shirt. "Well honey I have some new clothes for you and from now on these will be your clothes." Joey didn't have the slightest idea what she was talking about. "What new clothes?" Mom was now confident she was in control and Joey knew that he was still in big trouble. She'd noticed the change in Joey's behavior since he started wearing a dress and maybe just maybe there was something to this petty coat discipline after all! She'd decided that she would definitely continue along these lines and see how far it would go. He certainly did not talk back or make any smart remarks and he didn't fight anything she told him to do like before. 'Yes,' she thought, 'petty coating him just might be the answer.' Joey was standing there naked, facing his mother as she reached into one of the bags and took out a pair of panties. 'Here you are honey, step into these,' as she bent down to help him put his foot into the panties. With both feet in she just slid the panties into place over his hips. Joey didn't notice the little pictures of the animals that went all the way around the panties or the little fancy lace around the waistband. Even if he did notice it wouldn't have made any difference. In Joey's mind he had thought his ordeal was coming to an end but this new turn of events with his Mom putting panties on him froze him solid. 'Why was she putting panties on me?' Her next selection from the packages gave him a clue but he could feel himself going numb again as she pulled out yet another item of girl's stuff. He recognized it as a slip. "Put your arms over your head little girl, so Mommy can help her little girl into her slip!" There it was again as Mom called him a little girl. Joey wished she would quit calling him a girl, he was a boy. Why was Mom doing this to him? The feeling of the nylon sliding down his body was strange and at the same time exciting. When it rested into place, Mom stepped back to get a look at her son in panties and a slip. "Honey turn around so I can see how it looks from the back. I have to see how it hangs on you." Joey hesitated so Mom grabbed his arm and spun him around. The force of the spin made the slip lift a bit and did a slight twirl. It felt exciting to Joey but was over as quick as it took place. Facing Mom again Joey saw her reach into yet another package. What she brought out next made Joey gasp. It was a dress! If Joey would have had his normal senses about him he would have well known what was happening but in his state of shock he just wasn't thinking straight. The sight of the dress and now he knew he would be putting it on, nearly made his knees buckle from humiliation. Here he was standing in front of his mother and she was dressing him like he was a little girl. After all he was her ten-year-old son and she was going to put a dress on him. What next he wondered. "Come on little girl raise your arms over your head again, so I can get this pretty dress on you." He obeyed and the next thing he knew the dress was sliding down his boyish body. "Turn around honey," Mom said and he dutifully complied. Mom just zipped up the back of the dress. "Now face me honey and let me see what my pretty little girl looks like." Her reaction was feigned surprise and she put her hands to her mouth. Then she threw her hands into the air, and exclaimed, "Oh! How darling she looks! Turn around again honey I have to see how it looks on you from the back. You know honey it's just as important for a girl to look good from the back as well as the front." Joey turned and Mom was saying, "how pretty and how darling! It's just lovely and it fits you so well." She was saying all the stuff that people say about girls when they have something pretty on. Joey thought if he had magical powers he would just make himself disappear, but for now he just had to stand there and endure this humiliation. The dress flared out from the waist had some frills on the bottom of the hem. The collar had lace on it and fit close to his neck. It even itched his neck a little. The sleeves were short and puffy. They had lace around the bottom of each sleeve. The dress was cotton with a red and white print. "Stand back honey I want a really good look at my new daughter." 'What did she say? New daughter!' Joey tried to shake off the words but they burned into his brain and would come back to haunt him for years to come. "That's it honey just stand there I want a good look at you. You know Joey honey, you could make a very pretty girl. Yes very pretty." Joey just stood there and Mom looked and looked. Her head had all kind of thoughts coursing through it but she just stared at this sight. "Honey turn around again." Joey complied. "No, no! Not like that, turn around fast." He tried again. "No, faster," He tried again. "No, no, no! Faster so your dress will fill out and twirl." Joey tried in a very clumsy way and the dress didn't fill out. "Joey do it right, try again." Again the dress did not do what Mom wanted so once again Joey tried to make the dress flare out but to no avail. "Okay little girl," said Mom on her feet now her hands at her side like she always did when she was dead set on something. This was a clue to Joey that Mom meant business. "We are going to work on this and there'll be no supper till you get it right." Joey hadn't even thought of supper but now all of a sudden he was hungry and if he got the dress to flare out maybe Mom would get on with supper. He could get back into his own clothes again and then they could sit down and have a good supper together. The idea of sitting reminded Joey of his still stinging rear and he would no doubt sit very tenderly at the supper table. So he tried even harder and discovered that the faster he turned coupled with swinging his butt made the skirt flare out a little. However that wasn't enough to satisfy her so it was faster and harder twirling until finally he got it to her satisfaction. "Well young lady I can see we have a lot work to do," was her reaction to his earnest tries at twirling. "What do you mean a lot of work," Joey asked feeling dizzy. "Well young lady I guess you're not getting the big picture here," she said using another term 'young lady' and that startled Joey. "Well I'll spell it out for you." Then she hesitated for a Moment and said, "I'll explain it to you over supper." "Okay Mom I'll get changed and help you with supper," said Joey starting for his room but she put a stop to his move. "Yes you will help with supper but dressed just like you are." Joey started to argue but gave up and they both headed for the kitchen. Mom said she had something to do first. She scooped up Susan's borrowed dress and noticed the panties were torn. She asked Joey how they got torn and Joey replied, "probably when you were spanking me." "I have to throw these things in the washer, you can't return clothes you've borrowed and not wash them. I don't know what I'm going to do about these torn panties though," she said. Joey thought, 'I didn't borrow them they were forced onto me.' Walking in a dress was a new sensation, even in his state of shock from the last couple of hours he noticed the feelings as the dress moved about his legs It was strange but he had to admit that it felt good. As they reached the kitchen, she put on her apron something she always did when she was working in the kitchen. Then she reached into the cabinet, and handed another apron to Joey. "Here," she said, "Put his on." Joey looked a little startled so she added, "You'll need this so you won't get your pretty new dress all soiled." With the resignation of beaten little boy he started to put the apron on. Joey noticed the lace that went completely around the garment and also noticed the long tie that went around the back. "Here, Mom said, "Let me help you tie that." Grinning Mom tied it in a big pretty bow because she felt it was just a little more girlish with the bigger bow. Joey set to work, setting the table, getting out the glasses, silverware and putting the napkins into place. Joey began to drift into another world, as he just did what was natural, but natural for a girl not a boy. Joey tried to think about these new feelings he had but he couldn't think straight. He didn't even realize it but he was putting some extra movement into his turning just so his dress would move about his legs. That felt so good so he put a little swish into his movements. Joey didn't realize it, but it caught her attention and she focused on his antics. She didn't fail to notice placed the various items on the table he allowed his dress to ride up and expose his panties ever so slightly. At last it was time to eat, and as they started to sit down she said, "Wait Joey I have to show you something." Joey had no idea what would interrupt supper at this point. Mom walked over to where Joey was getting ready to sit down. "Wait honey! I have to show you how to sit." How to sit? Joey had been sitting for ten years so he didn't need sitting lessons at this stage of his life and he made his feelings known to her. "Oh yes you do," she replied. "But Mom I know how to sit." "Oh no you don't young lady!" There was that young lady thing again. Mom said, "I have to show you how to sit down when you're wearing a dress." Joey thought now that's different. That had never really crossed his mind then he got the picture, he remembered he had seen girls many times run their hands underneath their dresses before they sat down. A movement he had seen many times, but never really gave it any thought. 'It was just a girl thing.' he mused and put it out of his mind. But now Mom was showing him how to do it and told Joey to try it. To their surprise he got it right first time. As Joey started to sit his still sore rear hit the chair and it brought an involuntary yelp. He considered getting something softer to sit on but decided to endure the discomfort. Supper went well as far as Joey was concerned. He tried to keep the conversation away from his situation and he