How Not To Babysit part 11
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PART NINE: TAGGED
And here I am... sitting in Vice-Principal Hennell's office, in mid-
sentence, as my mother spots me through the glass separating the
reception from the the school's-equivalent-to-warden's office.
It's bad enough that I have had my body smacked around by a guy I
considered a friend less than two hours ago, and that I have been forced
into a girl's uniform by my pranking friends, but I've also been assumed
to have a gender-identity concern despite my admittedly weak-ass attempts
to dissuade everyone and anyone about my so-called interests in dressing
or flat-out being a girl.
So here's my mother, come to pick me up. And after all the panic induced
effort I put towards keeping her from seeing me in diapers and a nightie
just last night, I am presented to her in a skirt and blouse, with bra
and panties underneath.
"Fuck!" I mouth and feel one more piece of the problem on my face... I am
made up. I forgot.
With Jenny in tow, Mom rounds past the receptionist and her protests; and
opens the the door to Mr Hennell's office. She doesn't look angry at
least.
"What in the world is going on?" she asks but, characteristally, doesn't
wait for an answer. "Did you do this to yourself?" she asks.
Fine choice of assumptions. No mom, no one did this to me. Of course, I
chose everything that happened to me today. I *want* to be like this.
C'mon lady!
"Mom..." I start to answer but of course I get cut off.
"Uh, I believe we need to speak, Mrs. Feller." Hennell motions for her to
sit.
"Would you leave us for a moment?" he asks me. "Please take your sister
and have a seat by the receptionist."
"But," I stammer but he holds his hand in the universal stop gesture.
"We will speak with you in a moment," he interrupts. "Please?" he points
again.
I got a fucking gesture for you, you pompous ass! I turn around quickly
and flip the back of my skirt up at him. Kiss that!. I stride out of the
office with Jenny behind me. We each take a seat and my depression washes
over me again.
"You're dressed like a girl," Jenny informs me.
"Yeah, thanks," I sigh. Jenny always does a good job of soothing me.
Except at least one occasion that you may be familiar with...
"You're pretty," she adds.
I blush. Pretty? I don't want to be pretty. She's not the first to say
so. I'm pretty? Really? That's messed up. Do I like it? I slump forward
to rest my bra-clad chest on my knees and hang my head.
"You can dress like a girl at school?" she asks as she alternates her
dangling feet.
"Not really," I whisper, "I got in trouble."
Just a little trouble. No biggie, really! Ha!
"Can I dress like a boy at school?" she asks as she stops kicking her
feet.
I pull myself up. She's concerned.
"Sometimes the girls here wear pants," I advise her. "Is that what you
mean?"
"I don't want to get into trouble but I don't want to wear your clothes,"
she reminds me of my outfit. Thanks.
"I don't want to wear these clothes either," I mope.
"Mommy makes me wear girlie clothes sometimes but I hate it." She looks
at me. "Is somebody making you wear girl clothes?"
"Yeah," I answer.
Just like you did last night... remember that?
"Did you sleep in the nightie last night?" she booms. Godammit little
girl, you're loud.
"Shh..." I don't answer and go to hush her.
"You did! You did!" she cries out. "Did you sleep in the diaper too?"
Ms. Annerson suddenly stopped typing and coughed a bit. She recovered a
moment later and went back to Solitaire or Facebook or whatever she does
all day behind that computer.
"I didn't want to," I whisper. Maybe she'll get the hint and calm down.
Instead she just got louder. Dammit can little girls screech. She was
really excited.
"Mommy was asking about the nightie and the panties and I told her that
you wore them... and a diaper," she raves oblivious to how I feel. "But
Mommy said that you didn't wear it to bed. You only did it to make me
feel better." She barely paused for breath. "But Mommy was wrong, you did
wear it to bed. All of it!"
Suddenly her voice drops and she her tone is a bit more conspiratorial,
"Did you wet your diaper like I do sometimes?"
I just groan. I take a second to compose myself. I will tell her no such
thing happened. I open my mouth but I can see her face light up
immediately. She knows!
"You did! You did! I can tell," she screams out.
Ms Annerson tries to stifle a guffaw. Go ahead, you cow, yuk it up.
"Shh..." I slience her and she goes to rocking back and forth on her
chair.
I curl into a ball and try to disappear into nothingness. A moment later,
the door opens and the adults spot me laying across the chairs in a fetal
position.
"Baby?" Mom asks.
"Yes, mommy?" Jenny pipes up.
"Oh, I mean Jason..." She touches my shoulder. "Are you okay?"
I get into a tighter ball. This is the worst thing ever.
"Come on," she says, "let's go home."
Somehow I end up in the front seat of the car. I've got the stupid
handbag again. Jenny's behind behind singing some childish song. I kind
of remember leaving the school but it's a blur. Now, I am in the real
world. I'm officially running around in girl's clothes in the real world.
I'm one of the freaks that get pointed out by my friends. Those who get
laughed at by everyone behind their backs. I slump down in my seat,
hopefully out of sight.
"Are you all right, Jason?" she asks.
"No Mom," I spit out, "I'm not all right. Not at all." I choke back some
tears. I grab a tissue and attack my eyes. I cough loudly and sob.
We ride home in silence. Every so often, Mom looks over at me. I close my
eyes and lean forward to lay my head and arms on the dashboard. After a
few minutes, I hear her click the garage door opener. We coast out of the
public eye and into the garage.
The garage doors rattles downwards into place and I'm blissfully hidden
from prying eyes again. I move quickly into the house but Mom breaks my
stride with my name.
"Jason," she breathes out heavily, "we have to talk about all of this.
I'll see you in the kitchen."
I enter the house and move towards the stairs. Just gotta get this
fucking outfit off. At least I'm not locked into it. Just make it to my
room. Lose the bra and panties. Slip on some respectable clothes. Then
you can ground me. Then you can berate me. Then you can be disappointed
in me. Then!
"Jason!" she yells out. "Kitchen! Now!" It's rare that my mother commands
anything that I actually stumble at the first step of the staircase. I
grab the bannister to stable myself and turn to face her.
"But I just wanna..." I start.
"Kitchen!" she says again.
"I storm off to the kitchen and take a seat on one of our breakfast
stools. It's bright in here and I'm certain that all our neighbours can
see me clearly if they just look. I shrink into my seat and lay my head
on the counter. Mom's saying something to Jenny and the television bursts
into life. Some TV show on Treehouse or whatever.
Suddenly Mom's in front of me.
"Jason," she says, "Mr. Hennell spoke to me about what happened today."
"Yeah?" I look up at her. "What did he say?"
She looks me in the face for a moment and then brushes my hair behind my
ear with her hand.
"You are pretty as a girl, you know?" she states.
"Can I change clothes?" I ask.
"Hold on," she says, "I know you were wearing your sister's nightie,
rumba panties, and diapers last night." She doesn't pause. "I know is was
a game to get your sister ready for bed. That's Ok." She looks at me
again and sighs. "I don't know why you slept in those clothes... was it a
thrill? Or do you like it?"
"I don't like it," I say.
"You know, I spoke with Emma about last night after you went to school."
She pauses again. "Why did you soil yourself? Did you like that?"
Oh, that's just fucking gross, Mom. Are you seriously thinking I
*like*shitting all over myself?
"No!" I bark at her. "I hated every moment of it."
"Then why?" she looks at me curiously. "Why didn't you take them off."
"I couldn't figure out the locks on the damn clothes!" I yell at her. All
my frustration from last night comes rushing back. "I was stuck in them
and I spent hours trying to get them off." It was all too much, I opened
up completely. "And Emma and Dave teased the hell out of me and she undid
the nightie but put it back on and she wouldn't show me how to take it
off. She locked me out of the house like that! Did you know that? Did she
say that? I had to sneak back in." I'm panting but the words keep falling
out of my mouth, my trembling mouth.
"Mr Owens saw me and..." I blubbered. I don't know how much I cough out
or how much mom understands but I feel her arms around me.
She lifts me lightly to my feet and escorts me away from the counter.
Soon we are on the sofa. I'm in her arms and bawling like a baby.
"It's Ok," she soothes. "It's Ok now."
I look up at her and see she's got a weak smile. Over her shoulder, I see
Jenny pop her head into the room.
"Jason peed his pants last night," she sing-songs. "He should wear a
diaper to bed all the time... if I hafta."
Fine timing you little bitch. No diaper for me. I don't piss myself in
bed. Then a memory hits me.
Katie...
Something stirs a bit.
"Mom," I ask tentatively, "I don't want to wear diapers or girl's
clothes."
"You don't?" she piques. "Were you just curious?" She prattles on
nervously. "You know it's OK to be curious."
She hugs me tightly.
"You know it's OK no matter what I'll love you so much," she sobs into my
shoulder.
We hold eachother.
Katie...
The diapers, the dress, the bra... my dick throbs in my panties. What
the fuck!?
Mom rests her hand on my leg and composes herself. No sooner is the hand
there than she retracts it as if she was bit. My hands fly to the skirt
that is rising like a tent. I pull it down and flatten it.
And that's when Larry called out to the house that he was home.
Shit! Larry! He's the last one I want to see like this. Tough guy Larry!
Curshing cans with his forehead and bending nails with his fingers. I
need to move again.
"Mom! Larry! I have to hide!" I blurt out all kinds of things. I panic
and push off her. She falls into the sofa as I scramble out of the room
and... to where? The kitchen? The dining room? He's in the hallway now.
"Daddy!" Jenny scurries to him and giggles loudly as he cries out,
"Baby!"
They laugh loudly together and make airplane noises. He's probably
flipping her in the air as he does so often. The basement? I need him to
look the other way for a moment. I need to get behind him. I need to be
invisible. I need to melt into the ground.
I go to the kitchen and slide open the glass door. I shut it behind me
and glue myself to the house. Shuffling along the bricks, I work my way
to the side door. If I can get there and back into the house, Larry might
not see me. Then it's a sprint to my room and a quick change of clothes.
I can do this. The fence rises up in front of me again. My old diaper is
here on the ground. The sun has not been kind to its aroma. Goddamn! It
stinks. I kick at it. It hobbles over to the corner where the fence meets
the house. I'll have to get it later. I leave it as I examine the fence
and the gate. It's only latched. It pops easily and the gate glides
smoothly open. Soon I'm at the door. I peek into the glass and see no one
in the laundry room. I try the door but it won't budge.
It's locked! Owens, you dirty bastard. You took the key last night and
locked me out! Fucketty Fuck!
I sit heavily on the concrete block that serves as a step.
"Hey!" I hear from somewhere. It's Mr. Owens.
I shrink. No, you fucker. Not now. No one can see me... especially not
you!
"Katie!" he yells loudly and closes in.
He's on the other side of the fence when he speaks again. Something is
poking through the wooden slats of the fence. It glints in the sun.
"Get over here girl!" he hollers.
"You want this?" he slides the key up and down between the slats.
I move to the fence. Luckily he can't really see me here. I grab the key
between thumb and forefinger but I can't pull it out of his grasp.
"Hold up," he says. "I have a secret and you have a secret. I think we
should keep both secrets to ourselves."
"You're a pervert!" I scold him. "You're a pedophile and you were going
to molest me."
"Not at all," he says quietly. "I'd not touch you at all. Not there. I
just wanted some fun."
"Sick bastard!" I cough at him.
"It *was* fun for you, wasn't it?" he says. "Exciting?"
"Fuck off!" I say through gritted teeth. "And give me the key."
"Strong language for a proper young lady such as yourself," he mocks me.
"How'd you come about dressed as such?"
"Give me the key!" I demanded.
"First a deal," he offers. "I keep your secret, Katie-Baby." He rolls the
words off his tongue. "And you keep mine."
"Fine!" I growl. "Just stay the hell away from me and my family."
"No, no, no, that won't suffice," he chuckles. "I want to play again some
time."
"No way." I'm just gonna tell every one that you're a sick pedophile
creep and let the cops deal with you.
"See, now that won't please me either," he says.
He pushes a piece of paper through the sam slat, just below the key. It
falls to the ground but I can make out what it is. It's me. In diapers.
In the driveway. Watching my sister leave with Dave. Sucking on a binky.
The picture is surprisingly clear for a night shot.
"You can even tell the diaper is already soiled," he points out.
"Blackmail!" I yell. "You're blackmailing me?"
"I'll give you the key. You'll keep my secret. I'll keep yours, and you
*will* come by to play again tomorrow." He pauses to let the words sink
in.
He lets the key fall between the slats. It lands on the photo. I squat
down and collect both. I fold the photo and go to put it in my pocket.
Pocket? What pocket? My hands run all over my skirt and vest looking for
a pocket. I trace the cups and underwire of the bra under my clothes. I
cup the missing breasts in my palms. I run my hands down my sides,
feeling the vest, the bra straps and the blouse. My penis jumps in my
panties. I run my hands down to my hem and caress it with my fingertips.
My hands run the length og the skirt and tickle my exposed thighs. I'm so
fucking turned on now. Outside! In drag! Make-up! Oh my god, the make-up
too. My penis pushes forcefully against the panties.
Ok, snap out of it. You shouldn't enjoy this. This is wrong! You have to
get into the house and out of these clothes.
I moved quickly to the side door. In my eagerness, I slip on the concrete
block again and slam into the door. Via the window in the door, I peer
into the room. It's clear. I slam the key home and turn the lock. The
door opens and I step into the laundry room. In one smooth turn, I catch
the door, close it quietly and return to face the hallway that leads to
the stairs, and ultimately, my bedroom and boy's clothes. I dart for it.
"Who's there?" Larry calls out from the kitchen.
"It's me Larry!" Be down in a sec. Hopefully he just thinks I got home
from school.
I rush the stairs and almost slide into my room. I tear off the vest and
blouse. I undo the skirt and let it fall. I kick off the shoes and pull
down the socks. The bra! I reach around to get the clasp. It's hard to
get to. I can't reach it. The room spins as I turn and turn trying to
will my fingers to touch the bra clasp. I sit on my bed and reach over my
shoulders to get to the clasp. It's not within my grasp.
How did I get this thing on in the first place?
Fuck!
I pull off the panties and toss them into the growing pile of girl's
clothes.
Now I'm naked except a black push-up bra.
I quickly grab a t-shirt, some boxers, and a pair of shorts from my fresh
laundry.
I look at myself. The bra is clearly visible through the white tee.
Dammit! I paw off the t-shirt and get back to work on the bra straps. I
pull them off my shoulders and slide my arms through. Now the bra is
simply around my chest like a band. I pull it down and step out of it.
Yes!
My chest has red marks where the bra sat for the last few hours. Shirt!
Shirt NOW! And no swimming tonight!
Finallyl I'm wearing the tee and I look like a guy again.
I push open the door and head downstairs. All is ok. If I can get Jenny
to shut up I'll be ok. If I can get Emma and Dave to shut up, I'll be ok.
I think mom believes me and she will shut up, I'll be ok.
I get to the kitchen and head to the fridge.
"Hi Larry," I call out as I grab a Dr. Pepper.
"Hey Jason," he says without looking up. He's coloring with Jenny.
Jenny looks up at me and giggles a bit. Larry laughs with her for a sec
before he follows her stare. His face gets very serious very quickly.
"Karen!" he yells to the dining room. "Why is your son wearing make-up?"
END OF PART NINE
Elouise
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