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As I sit at my computer in the wee hours of the early morning, no moon is reflecting the sun's rays. The darkness is complete and all is black. I am blinded by this darkness; my only light and sight is from my tiny computer world, surrounding my keyboard with electric illumination. The Big Closet, my favorite site and the site that gave me my first opportunity at posting a story, is always my first stop. First, I scan the 'latest comments' and look for Jezzi and Perv. Giggle. Giggle. I always can count on Jezzi to leave a comment or two for any worthy story. She either makes me laugh or makes my blood boil with her well-intentioned but sometimes scathing comments. Perv, on the other hand, I can count on for some very emotional and prejudicial comments. Giggle, giggle. To Perv, a boy is a boy and has certain actions and reactions to all but a few scenarios. It is then off to my gallery to check on comments left for the over two hundred pictures I have posted there for all to enjoy. Every now and then I add five, ten, and sometimes even more pictures, so if you have not visited my gallery at the Big Closet, do so. It is called "Giggles Angel's Album." I decided to write a story about a boy. Yes, a boy and the other boy he meets. This story is about two families, what can happen and how the boys cope. I sat and wrote one entire book and it is posted that way, All fifty-one pages and I am already working on book two. I dedicate this story to Jezzi and Perv, my two most favorite commenters and critics here at the Big Closet and elsewhere. To Erin, who is often the referee between we commenters and the authors. (Is commenters a real word?) Giggle, giggle. Huggles Angel This story edited by Aardvark. Thank you so much Aardvark! Betrayed by Those I love Book One By Angel O'Hare I live next door to a small family of four who just moved into the big three-story house that I can see well from my bedroom window. The houses here are spaced well apart and each sits on a full acre or more of well-landscaped lawns and gardens. All are made of brick and each one has a uniquely-styled fence surrounding it. My bedroom is located in the most unique section of our house. You see, the original owner and builder had a widow's walk built atop this house. A widow's walk is commonly found on beach front properties and looks out over the ocean - an old remnant from the whaling days. Many a wife of a Captain or officer would pace the widow's walk waiting for their man to return from a long ocean voyage. Many would pace in vain, for their husbands would not be returning. The lost at sea and the list of the dead grew each and every year. Our house had a happy ending because no ocean was in view. The Captain who had this house built survived his many voyages and built this house in the mountains of western North Carolina. The widow's walk was built as a memory of his oceangoing days. This widow's walk had three rooms and an observation deck that surrounded the rooms in a large rectangular shape. I even had my own stairway on the outside of the house, but I was refused the use of it once darkness fell. Early Monday morning, on the first of July, while gazing at the empty house, so close, yet so separate from mine, I saw a car pull up to the driveway gate. A very beautiful woman with long, free-flowing deep black hair, wearing just a T-shirt and blue jeans, got out and unlocked the gate. Inside the car I saw a man behind the wheel and two children sitting in the back seat. I couldn't tell their ages, but they looked to be in their teens, based on their size. The woman looked up and saw me, giving me a smile and a friendly wave of her hand. I smiled and waved back, making the decision to go right down and meet them. Oh crap! I started to laugh as I realized I had been standing out there, as I always did in the mornings, in just my underwear. What did this lady think of me? We hadn't even met yet and here she sees me in just my underwear. I went into my bedroom, threw on my cutoffs and slipped into my moccasins. I live in this type outfit and am always wearing slick leather-soled moccasins; I love the way they feel on my feet. Down the outside stairs I went, taking them two at a time. I waved to my parents as I passed the breakfast nook window. My dad smiled as my mother frowned, I wasn't supposed to be coming down for breakfast using the outside stairway. I laughed and hollered through the closed window that we had new neighbors as I pointed in the direction of the long-empty house next door. My parents looked surprised. They both got up while I continued next door. As I came around the front of our house, both my parents were there and together we walked next door. My mother asked me questions, as she knew I had been watching them from above. I told her about the woman and that she had waved at me. The next question from my mom I regretted having to answer. "Richard Joseph O'Hare, were you in just your underwear?" She always uses my full name when she knows I'm in trouble for something and the expression on my face gave her the answer she expected. "How many times have I told you to at least wear your robe when you are out on the widow's walk? What must this lady think of us with you exposing yourself that way?" "Mom, I was not exposing myself. I was covered, you know, and I don't think it bothered her at all. She smiled and waved to me; she didn't cover her eyes and run away, you know." "Richard! Don't get smart with me and you will apologize to her when we get there, you hear me?" "Yes, Mom." My dad started laughing and my mother punched him on the arm, which made him laugh even harder. Soon, all three of us were laughing as we began the walk up the long driveway of our new neighbor's property. We all heard the rumbling sounds of a large truck slowing down and looked behind us. A very large moving truck was pulling into the driveway, so we moved to the nearby, bricked walkway. As the truck passed, a large van followed it in. It contained several men and, no doubt, more items to be moved into the house. As we came closer, the woman saw us and walked toward us, giving us a wave and a smile as she did me earlier. I could sense my mother's excitement because she looked to be the same age as her. You see, most of our neighbors are much older retired executives or artisans of some type or other; writers, sculptors, painters and the like, most well known and well off. This lady was beautiful. As we got closer I could tell she was an American Indian. Her husband looked over and he too smiled and waved. Yes, they were true Native Americans, all with jet-black hair and prominent cheekbones. I noticed that the kids must have been twins! Yes, a boy and a girl in their early teens, it looked like. The girl saw me and smiled; the boy saw me and gave a slight wave, no smile, and went about gathering clothes from the car. "RICHARD!" What? Oh, my mom was giving me 'that look', so I joined her and my dad. "Natalie, this is our son, Richard and I believe he has an apology to make. Richard, this is Mrs. Bear." Natalie smiled at me and before I could say a word, she intervened. "Richard, I'm very glad to meet you and I know my daughter and son will be really happy to know they have someone their own age so close by. I am curious though, what do you have to apologize for?" I turned red as a beet and I noticed that her daughter had just joined our group. I reddened even more. "Mrs. Bear, I apologize for standing outside in my underwear. I just didn't think about it and when I saw we had new neighbors, my curiosity turned me into a dumb blonde." She started laughing and her daughter giggled. My dad was laughing, but my mom gave me another one of those 'looks', no doubt not happy with the dumb blonde reference I had made. You see, my mother is as blonde as I am. Mrs. Bear introduced her daughter, Karen and the intro's made the rounds once more. Her son's name was Robert or Robby, the name she used to introduce him. Her husband's name was John. She invited us inside. The house was quickly filling up with what her husband and son were moving inside, as well as load after load of blanket-covered furniture the movers were briskly moving in. She made her husband and son stop what they were doing and, once again, we did the intro thing. Wow, they were identical twins! They weren't beautiful children who looked like their mother but a cross between father and mother. Their father was at least six feet tall with strong broad shoulders and a very firm look, but with gentle loving dark blue, almost black eyes. They all had those eyes. You could tell the boy was a boy and the girl was a girl. She had started to develop and her breasts and hips made the difference. The boy looked strong, slim, and trim. The girl was slim as well, but had curves. Her friendly manner was in sharp contrast to her brother's straight and shy countenance. My dad offered 'my' services to help them move in and Mr. Bear put Robert and me to work that very second. My father, Bill joined John and off they went to do the 'man' things as my mother, Julia, Natalie and Karen went off to do whatever the women did on moving day. Robert and I started off slowly, getting to know each other, but as the day lengthened and our time working together did as well, we began to bond. First, he liked to be called Rob and hated being called Robby. We laughed at the fact that when either of us got into any trouble, our mothers called us by our full names, mostly just our first name, but the deeper the trouble the more names were used. He and his sister were very smart, which I loved hearing because I was at the top of my classes as well. I told him my mom liked to call me Ricky and that I hated the babyish name. We both wondered why mothers insisted on calling their children by their baby names; our fathers didn't do that. His full name was Robert Benjamin Bear and I told him my full name. He had an Indian name as well, but he wouldn't tell me what it was. Not yet anyway. His family was full-blooded Cherokee and was related to several prominent families on the reservation; just two hours drive from Black Mountain if you took the Blue Ridge Parkway, less time if you took the main highway. The Parkway is a much more beautiful drive with many overlooks and trails to stop at and enjoy. Most people took the highway, but some of the natives and most all the tourists during the season took the Parkway. Black Mountain is a tourist's town. Small in native population most of the year, it swelled enormously once school was out and then again during the height of the fall when the leaves changed color. We called the tourists in the fall, 'leaf-lookers' and those in the summer, 'spoilers'. The natives here, including my family, have their own rules and places to go. Each business owner has two separate prices, one for the tourists and one for the natives. The police also have separate rules, as do the schools with their summer programs and activities they provide. We natives have it good here year round, that is, if you are part of the inner circle and are in good standing. Always the exceptions, you know. Now we had 'Newbies' in town! And Cherokee Indians to boot! They would need the friendship my family had offered them; it would be the key to their acceptance by the other native Black Mountaineers. Rob and I heard his mother calling, so we joined them all in the kitchen. A buffet was spread around the room and the others were already eating and talking like long lost friends. Karen was off to one side sitting on a barstool eating alone. Rob and I gathered a big plateful of munchies and a Coke and we sat down next to her on our own barstools. Karen looked up and smiled as we talked between mouthfuls of delicious much-needed goodies. They were both 'Freshies!' That is, they would be freshman in high school this coming fall, just like me. I noticed that when we three were together, Rob faded into the background, as Karen was the more aggressive and open one. I kept at Rob by including him in all but a few topics. I found out that our mothers were both stay-at-home moms and both our fathers were engineers. Theirs was a Chemical engineer and mine a Mechanical engineer. The two of them each had some things I had in common and both had differences that I did not share. Rob liked physical contact sports and competition, which I did not. Karen liked swimming and dancing, both which I loved. Rob liked debating and intellectual pursuits, as did I. Karen did not; she liked cheerleading and popular things, fashion and the latest make-up trends. She was very smart, but liked to keep that separate from the rest of her activities. Rob and I included the intellectual in all that we did. Well, mostly all. Girls were becoming more and more interesting to us and we were hardly smart in that area. I felt funny all of a sudden, like someone was staring at me. I looked around and saw my mom and Mrs. Bear looking at me very closely, both with smiles that told me I was being studied and talked about. I smiled uncomfortably back at them and busied myself with Rob, Karen and my conversation. It was Karen that surprised me first. "I hope you don't take this wrong, Rich, but when my mom first saw you she told us she had seen a young girl next door. I know now that you don't have a sister, so it was you she had seen." Oh no, not again! It was the story of my life; I was almost an exact copy of my mother, the only differences being that I had no boobs and no hips - oh, and because of a genetic defect, no thyroid cartilage (Adam's apple) either. My voice would always remain a higher pitch than the other boys. Never would it answer my prayers and get to be deep and strong. I was small-boned and short for my age. I hoped that as puberty hit me even more I would shoot up and at least reach six feet tall like my dad, not stay the four ten I was then. Karen was five two like my mother and Rob was already about five four. "Karen, I've lived with that all my life. People are always mistaking me for a girl. I can't help looking the way I do. I was born this way and I can only hope as I get older that I'll look less like my mom and more manly like my dad." "Oh, Rich, please don't take what I said the wrong way. I love the way you look and we know you're a boy." She giggled as Rob rolled his eyes and looked at me. "Rich, it must be hard for you in school. As an Indian, my dad and I will never grow whiskers and we don't have any body hair, either. My dad told me my school days would get harder as I grew older because of this. We are proud of our heritage and that's why my hair is still kept long. My dad wants to grow his like our relatives on the reservation, but his work won't allow it. Even though I don't have your looks, people call me Miss. from time to time." Karen giggled then and started to say something, but a withering look from Rob made her stop whatever she was going to say. She just bit into her sandwich instead. She was still giggling while trying to chew. Rob and I continued talking and I found out that we both enjoyed singing. Being a member of a choir was another thing we had in common. Karen could also sing, but it wasn't one of the things she really enjoyed. I promised to introduce Rob to Mrs. Hoag, the choir director. Karen wasn't interested. My mom called me over to her and Mrs. Bear. I went reluctantly because I knew from past experience what her present look really meant. "Ricky, Mrs. Bear and I were talking about my little dress shop I have at home. She also had a shop of her own. She is a hairstylist and beautician. She also specializes in skin care, make-up and nails. I was wondering if you would mind if she and I opened a shop in town. I know you like me to be home and here for you, but this is an opportunity we both feel would help both our families financially. Your dad and Mr. Bear thought it a great idea. We could offer you kids jobs for the summer and on the weekends during the school year. What do you think?" I groaned inwardly, 'Oh great. Just what I want, a job working in a dress and beauty shop! I bet Rob wouldn't like it either. Karen, on the other hand, would probably love the idea.' "Mom, it sounds like a great idea for you and Mrs. Bear. I bet Karen would love it as well, but what would me and Rob do there?" Hearing their names mentioned brought Karen and Rob over. Mrs. Bear filled them in on their idea. As I thought, Rob rolled his eyes and Karen got really excited. Karen started asking my mom all sorts of questions as Rob and I tried to sneak away. "Mrs. O'Hare, what kind of dress shop do you own? Is it for ladies, little kids, or teens?" "All of them, dear. I have designed and made different fashions for all of them. I even did several entire weddings. I made the bride's gowns, the maid of honor's, bridesmaid's and even the flower girl and the little boy's ring bearer outfits." "Oh, that sounds wonderful! With my mother and you working together you could do the complete set! From hair and make-up to the dresses! Wow, I can't wait!" The ladies and Karen started laughing and giggling in excitement as our dads looked on, both rolling their eyes and laughing as well. Rob and I were still trying to sneak away when my dad stopped me in my tracks. "Rich, I want you to help your mother and Mrs. Bear with this as much as you can, you hear me? I don't want to hear any complaints or reports from them that you refused to help." "Ok, dad." Mr. Bear spoke up. "Rob, the same goes for you. There are many things you two can help with that the ladies won't have time for, like cleaning up, stocking, unloading and loading shipments. We want this endeavor to be profitable and your involvement will help greatly toward that end." Rob and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes as we both agreed to help. We both knew this would not be good for our reputations in town. Mine was not that good with the kids as it was. This would put the nail in the coffin, I was sure of it. We both shuffled off upstairs, leaving the very excited women and Karen talking up a blue streak and our fathers just smiling, thinking about the extra income this would bring both of them. When we got to Rob's room we both sat on the floor among the many boxes and the not-put-together-yet-bed. We were both feeling down at the latest developments we would be forced to take part in. "Rob, I'm dead now. I had it hard enough before; now with a job at a dress and beauty shop my butt is dead meat around here." "What can we do about it, Rich? Nothing. I know my mom and the way she was looking at you I bet we both are in for more than cleaning up and stacking the shelves." Oh no! I had enough already with my mom. The so-called 'helping her' had included me acting as a mannequin as she pinned up hems and other things. More than once she mentioned that she wished she knew more about hair and make-up! "Just for the full affect," she would always say. "I was afraid of that, Rob. But what do you mean, both of us?" "Well, you have to keep this a secret or I will kill you man, you understand?" "Don't worry, Rob. No need to threaten me, dude. I can keep a secret and I bet I have more than you do!" "Sorry, Rich, but if it got out, I would be dead meat and I just got here. My mom uses Karen and me to practice on and that includes not only hair, but make-up and nails as well." "It's just the opposite with me, dude. Because of my size and the way I look, my mom uses me as a mannequin all the time. The biggest hassle is most of the time it's for little kid's dresses and I don't mean plain ones, either." We both laughed at our predicaments and then it really hit us. Oh Shit! Our futures were doomed if anyone found out the truth at what we both knew was going to be done to us. We had to get promises from both our parents and Karen to not tell anyone anything or we were both dead. We then began planning our strategy to make this happen. It was then that our dads walked in. They both knew what might happen and it was plain that they both had talked about it. My dad started 'the talk' first. "Boys, we both know what this really means, don't we? John and I have been talking about it and we can assure you after talking with the ladies that not one word will be said about any of the extra things we all know will be done to you boys. Rich, your mother and Natalie know what would happen to you boys if word ever got out to the community or to the other kids. John talked to Karen as well and I could tell by the look on her face that she would never say a word to anybody." Both the men laughed then and Mr. Bear took over. "Rob, Rich, we know how difficult this is going to be for both of you. To that end, we want you to know that we are here for you and will support and protect you all we can. One thing we want to warn you about, though, is a future plan of our loving ladies. Bill knows more about it than I do, so he will be giving you the details. The only thing I want to add is whenever our loving wives do those little extra things to you two, we want you to tell us and we will make them give you both bonuses of some sort. I hope that will keep the little extras they plan on doing to a minimum." With that said, my dad took over again. "Rich, you know about your mother's involvement with the community theatre. Well, Natalie and she plan on being a sponsor now. We know that you know what that will mean for you both. Rich, you are already in drama class at school. Plan on being volunteered for the community theatre. I'll bet Rob will be volunteered as well, so watch out and try to sign up for roles you both would like to do, or maybe even as stage hands if you can." Oh shit! We're dead! Yup, I looked over at Rob and he looked just how I felt. DOOMED! "Dad, you have to do something! It's like you are allowing them to do what they want with us. That's not fair, dad. I was hoping to get a real job this summer away from mom and her dressmaking. You know what she does and how much I hate it. Crap, dad, she already has shown some of those pictures she took of me to other ladies and I know, just by the way certain ladies look at me, they know and have seen them. How long before everybody finds out about it? I'm dead, dad and you are nailing my coffin shut." "That's enough of that, son! You have a responsibility to this family and to your mother. Is it my fault that you are a twin to your mother - that you are so small and can be useful to her in that way? Just face it, Rich, you can help your mother in certain ways. She does not have a daughter and never will have one. Humor her. Let her enjoy imagining what she does not have and dearly longs to have. Time is flying by, Rich and soon enough you will be off to college. You will be on your own and have a future of your own making. She has never humiliated you or made you model in front of anyone, has she? No, and she won't do that. I will see to it that if she ever gets the inkling, she won't. You can trust me on that one." He was finished and I knew my life had just taken a turn for the worse. It was then that Mr. Bear had to add his two-cent's worth. "Rob, I agree with Bill on this and you know I won't let your mother humiliate or embarrass you in front of anyone. We both know that with your hair and skin she can't help herself from using you for practice or for any new ideas she has. One thing you have that Rich doesn't is the stature of a growing man. I mean no offense to you, Rich, but you have to agree with your father and me that you do look like your mother. With your small frame and height, well, I'll bet their plans will mostly include you. I want you both to know that they will pay dearly with extra pay and bonuses for you both, maybe new computers or mountain bikes? There is just no way out of this situation without causing heartache and problems Bill and I don't want to have to deal with. You both will just have to deal with it as best you can." That said, they both gave us their 'dad nods' and left us to dwell on the nightmare life they both had just doomed us to. To Rob's credit, and I know how difficult it was for him being shy and all, he slid over next to me and gave me a brotherly hug. "Oh dude, we are cooked now. Knowing my mom, she has plans for you, man. With both our mothers together we're both in for some shit, but you are in for a hell of a time. I just hope Karen can cool her jets and not talk about any of it with the girls I know she'll soon know. She's a go-getter and is always very popular. Without make-up she looks plain enough, but when she is made up, man, look out because she turns into a real beauty, and with her newly-acquired boobs and butt she is a lock for a cheerleader spot." "Rob, what do you mean newly-acquired?" He laughed and made me promise not to breathe a word to anybody, to which I agreed. "She uses my mom's hormonal cream. My mom doesn't know, or at least I don't think she knows. I saw Karen using it on her boobs one day. I walked in on her and she told me it was stuff to numb them because they hurt. I saw her put the jar back in the medicine cabinet, so I took it out and read the label. That's when I found out it was my mom's prescription hormone cream she got from her doctor." "You mean your sister didn't throw a fit, you walking in on her with her boobs out?" "Oh, one other thing you can't tell anybody about, ok?" "Ok, Rob." "We are nudists. Mostly in house nudists, but we do go places that are just for nudist families. As long as I can remember it's been this way, so seeing each other without any clothing is normal for us." "Wow, Rob, that is so cool! I thought my family was weird because my parents are always walking around in their unders and my mom is always walking in on me when I'm naked. She doesn't bat an eye and always laughs it off when I protest. Our family's rule is no locked doors and my rooms upstairs don't even have any doors. Just the downstairs bathrooms and my parent's bedroom have locks on them. My bathroom doesn't even have a door I can close!" "Hey, Rich. Bodies are bodies, dude. It's what's inside that counts anyway. Don't sweat it. Your mom has seen you naked since you were a baby, man. So what's the big deal anyway?" "I never thought of it that way, Rob. Thanks, man. That helps, knowing that. I just thought it was wrong with everything I heard at church and how people talk about nudity." Rob laughed when he heard me say that. "Rich, one thing you got to know about church is most of that junk was interpreted by men with a bunch of hang-ups. They were trying to force the uneducated to believe in something using superstition and twisting pagan rights and rituals into beliefs they invented. Modesty is something invented by the church and not how people really lived. Now, most churches are in it for the money. Just look at the mainstream religions! They have billions of dollars, dude. How much of that money do you see going to help the needy and to those who really need a helping hand? Not much of it, dude. I am including all the mainstream religions here. Even the separate churches mostly are run by uneducated pastors who have charisma, and look at what they drive and how they live compared to the people they are supposed to be serving." We both started laughing at the realization of what religion had turned out to be in reality. I really liked this dude! We spent the remaining part of the day until suppertime putting his room together and then helping the others with this and that. My parents had invited them over to our house to freshen up and have dinner with us. My mom pulled me aside on our walk back to the house and started whispering to me. "Ricky, this might make you a bit nervous, but don't get upset if you see any of the Bears naked. They practice something a little different as a family and..." "I know mom, they're nudists. Rob told me. I told him how you are always walking in on me when I'm naked and you don't bat an eye. I also told him that we walk around in our unders all the time at home." "RICKY! I don't always walk in on you and I don't do it on purpose. I have seen you without clothes on since you were a baby and it just doesn't bother me. Why should it?" "It's okay, mom. I understand and it won't bother me if you do it anymore. Rob explained things to me about bodies and how it's what's inside that counts anyway." My mother smiled real big and seemed very happy, hearing this bit of news. She patted me on the butt and told me to run along, get freshened up and to change for supper. I thought of something that made me laugh. I was probably going to see the 'Bears' bare! The grownups took over the downstairs bathrooms and us kids were sent to use my bathroom. I got to see my first totally naked girl teen! Rob and I had just gotten undressed and were about to share the shower, when in walked Karen. She smiled while looking me up and down as she quickly undressed and joined us. Wow, neither of them had any body hair, so I was not embarrassed about my lack thereof. I was embarrassed about my male anatomy growing, as Rob's didn't do the same. Karen giggled and told me not to worry about it. It was a natural reaction to those not used to seeing naked woman. Rob and Karen seemed to go in automatic mode, helping each other wash their hair and backs. Karen saw me just standing there watching them when Rob stepped out. She yanked me into the shower. She giggled as she washed my hair and back while I wished Rob had not helped her, so I could return the favor. She made me stay as she added some conditioner to my hair, something I never did, and had noticed that Rob had not done so, either. Rob, I noticed, had already dried and dressed. He said he would meet us downstairs as he left. Karen giggled again as she winked at him and he laughed. "Rich, you are very pretty, you know. Don't take it the wrong way, ok? I just want you to know that I really like the way you look. I've never met a boy as cute as you are and I want you to know that no matter how you are dressed I will know you are a boy." "What do you mean by that, Karen?" "Oh, just something our mothers have planned for all of us kids." "Oh, I knew it! I just hope she doesn't do the little girl stuff. I really hate that." Karen giggled in a knowing way and continued. "Well, maybe a little of that, Rich, but with my mom doing make-up and hair you probably will be a teen like me." She giggled some more as I noticed my maleness shrivel with the knowledge my nightmare was getting worse and worse. Karen rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and turned off the shower. We both stepped out and she handed me one of the towels she had brought with her; it was huge and a fluffy light blue. She turned her back to me, asking me to dry her. I did so gladly and she returned the favor. We both wrapped our heads in towels and set about getting dressed. She gave me a long look and before she could say anything I said, "NO WAY!" She giggled again as she put on clean panties and a sports bra, then a T-shirt, a pair of designer jeans, white ankle socks, and a pair of tennis shoes. They were white with a light blue stripe around the edges. "Rich, do you have a blow dryer?" "Yup, right here. Just plug it in next to the bathroom mirror." I did a quick dry and fluff with the towel and pulled my hair into a low ponytail. My hair was still wet, but it wasn't dripping wet. Karen asked me to help her, so as she brushed out her wet hair I blew-dry it for her. Our mothers walked in just then. They both raised their eyebrows when they saw us together in the bathroom. Thank goodness Karen was dressed! OOPS! I started turning red right away as I realized I was still naked. OH, GEEZ! Karen started giggling and her mother laughed as I jumped for a towel to cover myself. My own mother grabbed it away and said, "Too late now, young man." Natalie and she just giggled right along with Karen. Mrs. Bear was looking at me closely up and down as my mother was looking at her looking me over. I had a funny feeling about this. Mrs. Bear started talking to my mother just then. "Julia, that wet ponytail just won't do. Would you mind if I did something different with Ricky's hair?" "Not at all, Natalie. Ricky knows better than to keep his hair wet anyway. I always wanted to do something with that hair, but I have no skills in that area." Karen added a few words which I wish she didn't. "Oh, mom, Rich let me condition his hair, so it should be easier to work with now." SET UP! This was only the beginning and I had all summer to look forward to even more of this! "Oh that's wonderful, Karen. I'll teach Ricky how to properly take care of it and I am sure Julia will make sure that Ricky does just that." They all giggled and I was grabbed by my hands. My mother had one and Mrs. Bear had the other as they made me sit on my desk chair. It was then that I noticed Karen had brought a few bags with her. One had make-up and stuff in it and the other had all kinds of hair stuff. Mrs. Bear was describing what she wanted to do to my mother as she hefted and positioned clumps of my hair this way and that way. It was like I wasn't even there. "Mom, can I put something on before you start all this?" "Heavens why, Honey? You were in no hurry when it was just you and Karen up here. What was it you told me on the walk over here? You didn't mind me seeing you naked anymore because Robby explained nudity to you. Well, prove it then and just sit here and enjoy this pampering Natalie is going to give you." "Ricky, you have nothing to be ashamed of, Sweety. You are very pretty, you know. In all the years I've been making people beautiful, I have never met or even seen a boy as pretty as you. Karen even told me she was jealous of you. She told me that you're prettier than she is without make-up on. I have to agree with her; I can only imagine what you will look like all made up and dressed properly." Oh, no! I was really in the shit now! How did I get into these messes? God must really hate me. If this got any worse and I knew it would, what could I do about it? I would have to talk to Rob; it was possible that he could have an answer for both of us. Once again, as Mrs. Baer, my mother and Karen started talking about what they should do with my hair, it was like I did not exist. Funny how it was my mother showed no concern with Karen remaining behind while I sat in all my naked glory. I did keep my hands on my lap and that gave me a small amount of comfort. Rob showed up again holding two garment bags. "Mom, your dress and stuff is downstairs. Karen, I brought your dress and stuff for you. Why didn't you tell us we were going out for dinner, mom?" "Robby, it was a last minute decision. We decided after realizing how tired we all were that we would just go out to eat instead of making Julia cook and clean up after us. We're going to a restaurant next door to the community theatre. Julia and Bill both say it's a wonderful place to eat and we might meet the director of the theatre. Julia tells me he often goes there to dine in the evening." "It must be a fancy place if I have to get dressed up for dinner." "It is, dear. We are all getting dressed up for dinner. Hop to it and I want that hair of yours looking good!" Oh, brother. At least our dads were going with us. That meant they would have to take it easy on my hair; couldn't have me looking girlish in a boy's suit and tie. Karen and Rob got ready right there in my room. I saw my mom give Rob the once over real good as he changed. Karen made a point of coming over while still in her bra and panties. This time she was wearing a push-up strapless bra and a pair of very thin, light blue panties. I felt my hair being wound up and some gook being applied. I knew what they were up to. I was going to have wavy hair in back; I just knew it. Karen said, "Oh yes, that will look heavenly, mother." Just what I wanted to look like: heavenly! Okay, they were blow-drying and soon I would be free. Karen went to finish dressing and my mom said she was leaving to do the same. That left Natalie, who was removing the few large curlers she had used. A little more drying and a final brushing and I was free. She took my hand and led me to my bathroom mirror. Oh, Geez! I didn't have a wave; I had a curl at the base of my hair. My hair now curled under at the ends, preventing me from putting it in a ponytail like Rob had. Natalie smiled and gave my bare bottom a pat as she left saying, "Be quick now, we have to leave soon." Karen and she left, leaving just Rob and me. I looked at him and he just shook his head. "Rich, you are really in for it. Did you see the suit your mother laid out for you?" Oh shit! Not that one! Summer suit was an understatement describing this suit of clothes. Very light weight and transparent light tan pants. That meant, yup there they were. Solid tan bikini underpants that mom insisted I wear under them instead of my usual boxer shorts. Then there was a lightweight, sleeveless yellow undershirt to be worn under my see-through yellow, short-sleeved shirt. The jacket matched the pants; it was light, but at least it wasn't transparent. The jacket was shorter than the normal suit jackets; I never figured out why she had made it that way. You see, my mom made me this suit. Luckily, I rarely had to wear it. No socks, just my open-toed sandals. One positive thing about this suit was that you didn't wear a necktie with it. Rob had on a light blue colored suit as well, but his was a normal boy's suit. He wore a dark blue shirt with a light blue tie. A nice gold tie clip added to his look. Black shiny dress shoes with dark blue socks. A black belt and his hair tied back in a low ponytail. Yup, he looked like a boy, alright. He gave me a sympathetic look as I completed my dressing with the shiny yellow belt around my waist. "Rob. I call this the 'guess what I am' suit." He chuckled and shook his head as we both headed for the stairs to go down and join the others. "Let me predict for you what my mom will be wearing, ok Rob?" "Ok, shoot Rich." "She will be wearing her light tan summer dress with a yellow belt and yellow high heels that just happens to match my suit perfectly. She calls them her mother and son outfits." "I think it will look more like mother and tomboy daughter outfits, Rich." "You're right, Rob and it looks like a long nightmare of a summer for me. Remind me to ask you over for a planning session on how we can escape this punishment. I really feel I'm being punished just because I look like I do." "Don't worry, dude, we'll come up with something. Hey, if it gets too bad we will just runaway and disappear for awhile. That will tell them something. I hope it doesn't come to that, though, we would be hurting both our families a lot if we did." "Yup, I know what you mean. Let's just hope it doesn't get that bad. The bad thing is this restaurant is next door to the arts and rec center. A lot of the kids hang out there at night. At least we're going during suppertime and I hope most of them will be home eating." Our parents were waiting for us and, true to my word, my mom was wearing the matching outfit to mine as I had described it to Rob. Karen looked real good wearing her LBD and a pair of black four-inch spike heels. Her mom wore a matching dress and heels; they both looked great. Our dads had on light blue suits, slightly different in color from each other. Karen held out her arm, crooked at the elbow, toward me. I linked arms with her as each couple took each other's arm, with Rob following. We were taking my dad's limo and Harry, dad's driver, was there waiting for us. We all piled into the back. Harry closed the doors and got into the driver's seat. We pulled away from the house and the talking began right away. As the ladies were chitchatting away, I gave my father one of my own 'looks' that told him I was not a happy camper. He gave me the 'what can I do' look in return. Mr. Bear just kept glancing at me and shaking his head. I saw Rob give him a look and Mr. Bear avoided looking at me after that. Karen just kept smiling at me, openly staring and then she nudged her mother. Mrs. Bear looked at her and Karen motioned toward me with a slight move of her head. I looked away and just stared out the window. "Ricky, you look wonderful dear. I love your suit and it matches your mother's outfit perfectly. I wish I had a matching suit for Robby like that." My mother looked at her, smiling. "Really, Natalie? All I need to do is get Robby's and your measurements. We can pick out the colors and materials together. It would be my pleasure to make a matching outfit for you two. We could have a mother and son's day!" Rob looked at me as we both gave each other the 'OH NO' look. It seemed to us that our fathers decided to abandon us to the women because they were busy talking over the ladies in engineering speak. None of us could understand engineering speak. They were safe and we were not. OH SHOOT! I forgot about the limo and the attention it always received by everyone nearby. We rarely took it anywhere as a family. My father took it every day to and from work. Yup, there were kids at the arts and rec center. A few of them I knew from school were standing around outside. Oh CRAP! Sure enough, everybody that was outside near the restaurant stopped to get a look at who was inside the limo. Harry got out and opened the doors as we all exited one by one. We could hear the kids making comments loudly. "Hey look, it's Ricky the Chicky!" "Who is that babe with him?" "Must be the people that moved in next door to the Chicky-Boy." "More uppercrusts we don't need." Karen looked over and as one of the boys did gross things with his tongue, she gave him the finger. "Karen, just ignore them dear. We must be nice to the mentally handicapped because they don't know any better." Mrs. Bear said this in a loud voice and everybody near us could hear her. Most of the people started laughing at the kids across the street. The kids got pissed off and we all got a good laugh. Good one, Mrs. B! Karen whispered in my ear, "Ricky the Chicky?" "I'll tell you about it later, Karen. The kids you will meet and make friends with will all tell you about me. I warn you, I am not high on the social scale around here." Karen gave me a peck on the cheek and a little hug as we entered the restaurant. Rob just shook his head and gave me one of those 'you've got it rough, man' looks. We were ushered passed the patrons waiting for a table and they did not appreciate it, judging by the looks we received as we walked through and by them. Our table was waiting and ready for us as we all sat down. I was known here now, so I was no longer being embarrassed by the waiters helping me with my seat or asking if there was anything 'MISS' O'Hare desired to drink. Well, sometimes a new waiter served us, but not that night! It was a fun evening for us as we ate and drank without incident. The issues we talked about varied greatly for a time, but then the new business venture became the topic of conversation. When that was talked about to death, over dessert and during the after dinner drinks, the topic was the theatre. That was when the ladies began mentioning Rob and me. "Ricky, now that we are going to be sponsors of the CT (Community Theatre), I expect you to sign up to be cast in a part and not just as a stage hand. With your experience in Drama at the junior high school and with your singing and dancing skills, I know they will gladly cast you. Mr. Bowden is only two tables over and Natalie and I are going over to speak to him in a minute. I want to be able to tell him you are very interested in joining his theatre group. If you do, it means less time at our shop and more time at the theatre. Knowing you as I do, I'd bet you would rather be at the theatre. Am I right?" "Yes, mom. You're right about that." Mrs. B. started on Rob as my mother gave me one of her 'be careful how you answer smiles.' "Robby, you sing beautifully and I am sure they could use you at the theatre other than as a stage hand. I want you to sign up to be cast as well. Unfortunately for Karen, she will be working at the shop, so her role will be limited to helping us with costuming and make-up." During all this, our fathers slipped back into engineering speak. Abandoned once more, Rob and I knew our father's offer of help and backing us up was all hot air. If looks could kill our fathers would have been dead! My mother waved at Mr. Bowden and he motioned her over to his table. Natalie and my mom gave us some smiles as they left to join Mr. Bowden for a chat and the bribe of being a sponsor. I say bribe because everybody knew that the sponsors always had a vote in casting and production. Rob and I had our geese cooked for sure. We both turned to our fathers and started in on them severely. All they said to us was to think of the extra money and bonuses we would get. "Dad, you know what mom is going to do to me. Now that Mrs. B. is here, what do you think is going to happen? Just look at me! The first day they get together and whamo, my hair is done and I'm dressed like this! It's only going to get worse, dad and you know it." Rob started in on his dad as well. "Did you hear mom, dad? She and Mrs. O. are going to make me an outfit like Rich has on. Matching mother and son outfits! Then it's off to a real fun mother and son day! You have to do something, dad!" "Rob, there isn't much I can do. You know your mother and how she gets. What would you have me do, son? I can't hurt your mother and you know that. It won't be that bad and in a few years you will be in college and away from her. Let her enjoy her family while you are still here. Your mother deserves that from you and you know it. She has always been there for you under any circumstances. You can make a few sacrifices; she sure has made sacrifices for you!" I saw his father was getting mad and I knew it wasn't because of Rob; it was because in reality he could do nothing to help his son out of this mess. My father looked at me and then it was his turn. "Rich, I know how hard all this is on you, son. If Rob only knew he wouldn't be complaining about the little things his mother has planned. You know what it's like to be put in positions and situations no boy should ever be put into. You have gotten through all that so far and I think you can get through this next phase as well. You are very strong and confident in who you are. Keep that uppermost in your mind. You're making your mother very happy by allowing her these times with you." Karen cleared her throat and fidgeted in her seat as she heard these exchanges. We all just looked at her. She stopped fidgeting and drank more of her coke. "Dad, what about school? You heard those kids outside and what they call me. This happens everyday at school and I've been lucky not to have been beaten to a pulp by now. I start high school this year. What do you think they'll do to me there?" "Son, I know all about that. I can tell you why you haven't been beaten up and that is because of my contacts and your mother's within this community. Nobody would dare do that to you and they have instructed their sons and daughters to watch out for you. There is always that element from the other side of the tracks, so to speak. They know and their parents know that if you get hurt by any of their siblings, that it's the end for them in this town. I can't do anything about the name calling, but that is how it has been forever. Sticks and stones can break your bones, but names can never hurt you. Remember that?" Oh brother, so my protection had been bought and paid for. Some consolation. Ricky the Chicky lived on and will soon be even more Chicky. I was doomed; my nightmare had become reality. I looked over at Rob and he was just shaking his head in defeat. We had both lost and our futures were preordained. We looked at our mothers happily conversing with Mr. Bowden. He noticed us looking and gave us both an enthusiastic wave and a very big smile. He was happy, our mothers were happy, and we were doomed. Karen cleared her throat once again and when we all were looking at her, she spoke. "Look, you two, you really don't have any choices here. Why don't you just make the best of it and get it over with. Do your best at whatever they throw at you. Not only will you find support, but you will end each event that much quicker. It has always been easier for you, Robby when you just let mom do what she wanted. Whenever you rebelled, she ended up getting her way anyway and you had to suffer twice as long or even longer. Just cooperate with them and everything will end sooner rather than later. Ricky, you have to admit you have always looked this way and even though the kids don't know about the dresses thing they still call you those names. What's going to be different here? With your looks and the skills you have, it's only natural for you to be on stage and act. So what if they cast you as a girl, that's part of acting and there have been more than a few men who have done that. What are you two worried about, anyway, your popularity? I'll bet with the theatre your popularity will grow, and not just with the kids in school, either. The whole community will stand behind you if you succeed with the theatre. I just wish I could join and be cast in a role, but the decision has been made without any input by me. How do you think that makes me feel?" Damn, all I could do was stare at her with my mouth hanging open in utter surprise. Rob was as stunned as I was and our fathers were just staring at Karen. It was with our mother's return that brought us all back to the here and now. They were very happy and really excited. They looked around and saw all our faces. It made them calm down in a hurry. "Ok, what is going on that has all of you looking like this was your last meal?" Rob and I just looked at each other, knowing we had some hard thinking to do. Our fathers just pointed at Karen and Karen looked surprised and said, "What?" "We'll talk it all out on our drive home, ok?" With that said the bill was paid, including a generous tip for our waiter. We all climbed back into the limo and my mother immediately demanded to know what had gone on while they were talking to Mr. Bowden. We all looked at Karen and she sighed as she gave a rehash of our conversations and her stunning oratory aimed at Rob and me. Our mothers smiled happily and looked to Rob and me for some sort of commentary. I told them I was going to think and sleep on it tonight and Rob agreed with that. Our mothers did not like the answer we gave them, but they could wait until the morning. It really didn't matter what our decisions were going to be anyway. They had already decided and that was that. I was sure they would like it very much if we agreed to go with the flow and not fight their every move. +++ At the table with Mr. Bowden, Julia introduced Natalie to 'Jay' as her partner and briefly talked about the new business venture. Jay knew Julia well because of her past generous donations and her skill in costuming. He was always happy to see her and was eager to know what was on her mind this time. The magic word, 'SPONSOR', was used which made Jay sit up straighter and broaden his smile. Sponsor meant steady income for the theatre and himself. The hint that both the ladies' sons wanted to join the theatre and be cast members made him a little nervous, though. One boy, Robby could sing and the other boy had many useful skills. They were very young, though, and Jay wondered just how good the skills Ricky had. When Julia mentioned that the boys were sitting at the table, Jay was a little confused. He could have sworn seeing two ladies and their husbands, two girls and a boy. He looked again. One girl was looking at him so he smiled at her and waved. "That's my son, Ricky." "Your son? You say he sings, dances, and has had some drama experience already?" "Yes, Jay, he is a member and soloist of Our Lady of Angels Church choir. They reached the nationals the past two years and this year finished second. He is also a member of our well-known dance troupe, the Swans. You know they went on to the regionals this year and placed fourth." "Julia, I remember both very well. You say the soloist I heard and saw is your son? My, my, dear lady you must bring him to the theatre on Monday for an audition." "Natalie, your son sings. Does he have any other drama skills?" "Jay, my son can act and it's a natural reaction. He would not join the drama class or take dancing, but he is a very good singer. I believe with just a little work and with his new friend Ricky's involvement he would soon enjoy being part of the theatre. I think it would be difficult for them both if they were separated. The bond they formed in just one day is remarkable." "Well, then we shall have them both audition on Monday. I can't promise you ladies they will be cast in our upcoming play, but as understudies - that I can promise you if their auditions are satisfactory. Can they be ready in only three days?" "Oh, Jay, they will be ready and eager." "Very well, then. I will see you all on Monday morn about nine?" "Ok, Jay, we will be there." +++ Jay sat there thinking about Monday. 'Wait till Nanny sets her eyes on this child! She'll swoon in delight! The other one will need a little work, but to get that pretty one I'll find a place for Natalie's son. I think I will phone Nanny right now and make her drool in anticipation. Oh, I love these new phones, just a little picture from here and I have proof in the pudding. Sponsorship, oh and with such a sum to be able to count on each and every month! One look at this picture and Nanny is sure to double hers! I'm in heaven.' +++ "Hello Jay, this must be important if you are using my private number. You found my dream child? Ok, send the pic. OH, MY! Jay, when and where? Monday an audition? I'll be there, and Jay, if he is as you say I will double my sponsorship." "Oh, Lordy! I can't believe this. Nanny girl, if this child is prettier than this poor quality photo he doesn't stand a chance in hell of ever leaving your clutches. His future is pre-ordained." +++ 'I'm in Heaven, I'm in Heaven,' Mr. Bowden thought rapturously. 'The theatre group is now well funded and this next production will be the best ever. I just hope this child can sing, act and dance half as well as Julia claims. Ricky, that's it, that's his name, must not forget that now, Jay. His friend's name is...Robby! Ok, Ricky and Robby. I must find a spot for Robby. Well, Monday will answer most of my questions and Nanny will finally have her dream child to mold into the perfect performer.' +++ Natalie and Julia tucked their children into bed at Julia's house, the two boys in Ricky's bed and Karen on the fold out in Ricky's study. Their husbands were at Natalie's putting the furniture together. In the morning the appliances would be delivered and hooked up. The household help from the agency would arrive and soon Natalie's house would be ready for occupancy. "What should the boys wear for Monday, Natalie. Their hair needs attending to, but what look should they have?" "Julia, did you see Jay's eyes light up when he realized Ricky was your son and not your daughter? I think we should go with a feminine look, but not so feminine the boys get all bent out of shape." "You're right, Natalie! He lit up like a Christmas tree when he realized Ricky was a boy. Now if only Ricky would realize his future success depends on his being as feminine as he looks. I worry about him, Natalie. He is so beautiful and yet he is so stubborn and afraid to let his femininity show." "Julia, you just wouldn't believe how pretty Robby can look. Too soon his hormones will rage and he will become harder to transform. I wish there was something I could do." "You can, Natalie, just don't breathe a word about this to anyone, ok?" "What Julia? Tell me!" "Well, I have some testosterone blockers and fairly strong hormones my doctor gave me for Ricky. She was in a real bind financially and I helped her keeping everything hush-hush. She agreed with me about Ricky, but was hesitant to help because of legal issues. She forgot the legal issues after I helped her. I could give you some of the testosterone blockers. According to my doctor, he won't be needing them much longer." "What exactly do these pills do, Julia?" "They inhibit the production of testosterone. That stops puberty in its tracks which stops any further changes to the body." "Oh, wonderful! Yes, I will need those, but how do you get Ricky to take them?" "He doesn't know he is taking them. He drinks a health shake twice a day. My doctor, who is now Ricky's doctor, convinced him he needed them. She told him he needed the extra vitamins and supplements to kick start puberty and then he might see some changes. He actually looks forward to them and drinks them straight down. Did you notice his nipples? Well, they're slightly bigger and puffier now. It won't be long till he mentions his chest is sore and then it's back to the doctors. She plans on starting the shots then. I am so excited. He is far too pretty to remain a boy. It will be much easier on him when he finally realizes that fact. I hated to do it in the beginning, but now I just can't wait." "You might want Karen in on this, Julia. She can help Ricky immensely with his transition. I know she really likes him, the funny thing is she has always leaned toward liking girls more than boys. She hates the jocks and Ricky is the first boy she has shown any interest in." "You think Karen is a lesbian, Natalie?" "All the signs point that way, Julia and more than once I've seen her do more than hug and kiss one of her girlfriends." "How do you feel about that, Natalie?" "Well, she sure won't come home pregnant unexpectedly. I would love grandchildren some day, but Robby will take care of that. I just don't want him to grow up so fast." "Karen's secret will stay with me. I will talk to her in a roundabout way and see how she feels about Ricky. Then I might let her in on our secret." "Ok, Julia, I'm sure Karen would gladly help, but do what you feel is best." "Let me get you those blockers and just mix them in a health shake. They expect the shakes to taste horrible and they really don't taste that bad, so once they try it they are hooked." +++ "Bill, do you think we should step in and stop what our wives are doing to the boys?" "No way, John, just imagine what our lives would be like if we did that." "Yah, you're right. My life would turn into a living hell overnight." "You got that right and anyway you've seen my son. I can't tell you how many times people have told me how pretty my daughter is. It didn't take me long to realize no one believed me when I told them he was my son. Most of them just laughed and told me to not turn her into a Tomboy. I gave up even trying when he was only four years old. My wife loved it and she never corrected them. When Ricky was little I would come home and he would be in a dress. She dressed him up that way until he started kindergarten. Even then his clothes were more feminine than the other boys. She made all his outfits and made them borderline boy's clothes. She called it her Unisex line. It became very popular around here for awhile. She made a fortune. Mothers love to keep their babies as long as they can. Mothers like sweet, cute babies and Julia designed clothes that fit that need. What if I put my foot down now? I don't even want to think about it. The best we can do is make sure they get extra money and a bonus now and then. I'm going to talk to Julia tonight about it. She will agree and at least we can say we kept our word to our boys." "You're right, Bill. We can make sure they get what we promised them and still keep our sanity and our wives happy." +++ Rich and Rob lay awake whispering to each other, going over any options they could think of. Rob knew Rich was the one who was the real target. Rich felt that Mrs. B. would use him as a trigger to transform Rob. They decided to go over everything being done to them as an outline and then examine each step. This way they could see if there was a general pattern and possible find a plan. They both felt that a specific plan was now underway, they had to figure out what it was if they would ever have a chance at intervening or changing the final outcome. One thing they knew and it was that Karen could not be trusted. She had played her trump card earlier. They kept their voices low and soft. Karen was supposed to be sleeping in Rich's study just a few feet away with no door. +++ Karen lay awake trying to listen to the two boys. All she heard was mumbling. Her mom asked her to try and find out what the boys might be planning and even to try to convince them to 'go with the flow'. Karen was sure she could get Rich to go along if only she could work with him one-on-one. Now that Rob and Rich had bonded, this would be very difficult to do. Tomorrow was the decisive day, Sunday, one day before the audition. Somehow she had to convince one or the other boy to 'go with the flow' or the plan would be that much harder to implement. +++ Sunday morning, already at six you could feel the night dampness rising. The outside security lighting showed a layer of mist slowly making its way higher and higher. The sun would rise into view within the hour and already the sky was showing the colors of the coming sunrise. The stars had disappeared and the night creatures were making their way home. The birds were singing while Rich lay awake softly crying. Rob, gently snoring, snuggled close to Rich as if he were trying to comfort him. Karen still slept, a soft smile showing clearly as her tongue slid across her lips, making them shine, begging to be kissed. Her dream had her making love with a very feminine Ricky. They kissed as their hands caressed the body of the other so softly and gently. Soft sounds of building sexual tension escaped as the heat of their bodies intensified. Her hand slipped lower and lower until she reached the spot she was seeking. His hand slipped lower and lower at the same time, each seeking each others promised land. He finds hers. Slowly and ever so gently his fingers makes a circular motion as Karen's body stiffens in response. Her hand slips lower and finds...Her smile grows wider and she giggles in her sleep. She feels an intense overwhelming climax shoot through her body as wetness fills her hand. She wakes, realizes what she has done while sleeping and laughs as she replays her dream in her mind. +++