How Not To Babysit part 11
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PART TEN: TESTED
"Make-up?" I mutter.
Oh shit! I forgot to take off the make-up! I leave the can of Dr. Pepper
on the counter and dash out of the kitchen. I clear the hall and stumble
into the powder room. I check the counter top for anything that takes off
make-up. Mom or Emma should have some of that shit around here someplace.
I'm still searching when there's a knock at the door.
"Come out, Jason," Mom says. "I'll help."
I open the door to see both Mom and Larry clogging the hallway.
"Karen?" Larry asks.
"Jason," she prompts me, "you'd better explain to Larry why you have
make-up. He's concerned."
I turn to him. It's like facing a giant or an ogre. He looms over me and
is breathing heavily.
"I..." I stumble with my words.
"Be careful with your words Jay," he says. "I am not stupid. Do not lie.
I know you came through that door", he demonstrates the front door, "with
your face done up like a prom queen."
I hesitate.
"I know you were outside with your face like that," he continues. "Why?"
he asks. "Why!" he roars.
"Calm down, honey," Mom says to the big guy as she pats his forearm.
I gather myself a bit and tell him a version of the truth.
"I let Lisa put make-up on me at school," I tell him. "I got sent to the
principal's office." I work to make my story credible without lying. "And
Mom picked me up like this and brought me home."
He looks at me carefully for a moment. He's unsatisfied. I can see his
squint. The famous peer he used to see right through you. The same look
he gave me when I drank one of his beers when I was 11 and told him I had
no idea what happened to it. His look that says, "I know everything. All
you can do is come clean." He glances at Mom.
"Karen?" he asks her. "What is he holding back?"
She sizes him up for a moment but ultimately she knows him too well.
"You don't need to know the details. He's had a bad day," she tells him.
He looks back and forth between us, frowns, and goes to the stairs.
"I'm going to change," he grumps. "Jay, I can accept a little play with a
girl you like or your sister." He measures his words. "But I don't like
the idea that you were walking around outside looking like a girl." He
takes a step, contemplates his thoughts for a moment, and faces us again.
"It's my job to make a man out of you and I won't stand for stunts like
that. It's disrespectful to me. It's disrespectful to your family." He
waits until I look up at him. "But mostly it's disrespectful to
yourself."
I'm caught in awe. He trots up the stairs as I stand there with Mom
pulling on my arm. I knew Larry was big on honor and respect and, I
dunno, machoness? This was intense. I've never seen him like this. He's
seething. I have never ever felt like I let someone down as much as I
just let down Larry. His words are heavy. I don't really agree with him,
I think. But does he ever believe what he just said. Wow!
"C'mon, I have some make-up remover in the ensuite," she urges me.
She heads up the stairs with me in tow. Larry is stopped at my door.
Something has his attention.
"What is it that I don't need to know?" he asks without turning around.
He's fuming. I can tell.
"Really, Honey?" Mom plays down his question. "Can you let it go?"
Fuck no he can't let it go. I look around him to see what he's looking at
but I dont' even need to. I fucking KNOW what he's looking at. After
that speech about going outside all unmanly, I know! It's the goddamn
girl's clothes. I just left them all over the place in the room. Fucking
he's going Sherlock here. He's done letting my mom save me. In a second
I'm going to get my second black eye of the day. And then a tanning. And
then... I dunno. I pull away from Mom and head to the stairs.
"Stop!" he commands.
I nearly get knocked over by the words and freeze.
"You will not be a coward as well," he says. "I want you to explain what
I see but I can't imagine what you will say that I haven't already
figured out."
He turns to me. He's huge and throbbing and breathing hard but
controlled. I can see all the power he has in his arms and chest and how
he wants to grab me by the ankles and the neck and pull me apart. But
he's controlled. That scares me more. I think. To be honest, he has never
hit me before and there should be no reason why I think he would ever hit
me. He finds it distasteful, I think. But, Oh My God, does he look like
he wants to shake loose my coil.
"You were completely dressed as a girl today," he states flatly. "You
were in the principal's office because you wore the clothes of a female
student." He looks into the room. "Even the panties and bra." He hangs
his head.
He's so overwhelming that neither of us could speak nor move.
He turns back to me, flaring at my soul.
"Is that the truth that you kept from me?" he asks. His spell is broken.
"I'm sorry..." I stammer. "I don't know how it got to this."
"The boys at school..." Mom started.
"No more explaining," he yells. "I will not be responsible for raising a
sissy." He points at me. "So I will do what my father did to my brothers
when he found them smoking."
"What?!" I ask. "You don't understand..." I spit out.
"No more explaining. You are to be punished," he declares, "and you will
take the punishment like a man... without complaint. Do you understand?"
"But..." I try to speak.
"Without complaint!" he raises his voice.
"Ok," I submit to him.
"You understand?" he asks patiently.
"Yes..." I meekly comply.
"Good. You will be cured of this..." He searches for the word. "Affront.
I will make you so sick of being girly that you will reject it
completely."
He looks at my mother for a second. I look over at her. She quickly stops
shaking her head no and nods solemnly.
"That!? he indicates the girl?s uniform, ?will be all you can wear until
I know that you are cured," he says. "Change!" he points to the room.
No! No! No! I don't want to wear the outfit. You don't have to punish me.
Hell, if I *did* want to wear girl's clothes, this wouldn't even be
punishment. You're insane man! This doesn't make sense. I walk past him
as if to the gallows.
"Strip!" he says. "I will check that everything is on when you're done,"
he warns as he walks to his own room. "And don't you take off the face
paint. You will wear all of your shame."
"Mom?" I plead with her.
"You do as he says for now and I will speak with him later," she offers.
"If you want, you can stay in your room until I change his mind."
"This is stupid, Mom," I say, "I don't even want to wear it."
I pick up the panties. I don't want to wear them... right? Why then am I
getting excited? Mom collects the girl's uniform pieces and places them
on the bed.
"I'm sorry..." she mumbles as she ducks out of my room.
I close the door and sit on the bed with the shame I will wear. I run my
fingers over the panties. They are just everyday cotton but are so
foreign. I rub my thumb against the material. I lay them out smoothly and
turn my attention to the bra.
The clasp in the back is still done up. The bra is truly a foreign thing.
I still feel embarrassed when I look at lingerie mannequins in department
stores. Like people will find me a pervert for even looking at the
laciness. I stir in my underwear.
I put the bra with the panties and remove my shirt as I stand. Again I
see the mild red marks where the bra was resting today. I pick up the bra
and pull it down over my head.
Dammit the straps are all wrong and it's riding too high on my chest. Ah
fuck. I put it on upside down. I get tangled in the device briefly as I
pull it again over my head, catching my elbow in one of the straps. I
turn it around and pull it down like a sweater again. It sits tightly on
my chest once again. I put my arms through the straps and settle the bra
into the same position it was in at school. This is dumb! I tug on the
straps a bit to make it comfortable. Suddenly I find myself cupping the
imaginary breasts on my chest and rubbing the smooth material. I push the
padded cups to my chest and cup them. I trace my fingers along the lacy
edges and tingle my skin. Oh... this is nice.
Fuck no! It isn't! Dammit. Just get dressed so that you can satisfy the
big man's idea of punishment.
I yank off my shorts and boxers quickly and step out of them. My dick
stands at attention. I run my fingers along my shaft and clench my fake
breasts again. Ok! Stop it! OH, I can't stop it. I fall back on the bed.
I let go of my bra and dig around for the sock. The poor sock I've been
inpregnating. I'm closing into the edge and just get the sock over in
time to catch the mess. God that was good! I look at the bra and feel
disgust. Fuck it. I wipe myself clean with some tissues and get back to
the task.
I pull the panties up my legs and my dick starts responding. I just came.
It was going down. Now the panties are on and it perks right up again.
What's wrong with me? I'm liking this? They do feel so kinky! So Taboo!
Ok, you have to stop jerking off and get dressed or Larry's gonna have a
fit.
I adjust the panties on my hips and squeeze my balls a bit. My penis is
pushing on the material already! My mind wanders and my hands are rubbing
my penis through the cotton of the panties. My fingers and rubbing my
chest above the bra and stealing touches against the lace. Ok stop! For
real, stop!
I sit up. I'm breathing hard and feeling hot. I grab the blouse, still
wrapped by the vest. I go to pull both over my head in one go but I stop.
It's not right to do that. I carefully separate the sweater vest from the
blouse and gently place it on the bed. I undo the buttons on the blouse
and slip my arms into the sleeves. It's just cotton, like my dress
shirts. It's really not that different... but it is. This is another
taboo. I work the buttons. They're all wrong and awkward. I should not be
wearing this. I delight in that. The sleeves are tighter, shorter. The
collar is lower and I have a small bust because of the bra. I stir a bit
in my panties. It's all wrong and I'm enjoying it. I touch the bra
through the blouse. Ok stop!
I'm panting.
I look back to the bed and the vest. I reach for it but change my mind.
The skirt! I have to put it on next. I *want* to put it on next. Touching
the skirt as it lays on my bed, I caress the pleats with my fingers. I
gently lift it using just my fingers and not my thumbs, and bring it to
my face. I hold it firmly in front of my and twirl it in the air. The hem
dances eratically. My cock grows some more. I want it on me now! I step
quickly into it. First one leg then the other. I pull it swiftly up my
legs and settle it on my hips. I work the button and the clasp hurriedly
and rotate it to the right position. I turn in place and feel the skirt
rise. I turn the opposite way and feel it flit again.
I'm loving this. Why am I loving this?! What's wrong with me? Everyone's
going to... I don't know... They're all going to do something horrible
because that's what you do to people who are different. And there's not
much more different than this!
I'm not done dressing though. There's more. I see the shoes near the door
and I find myself taking short quick steps on the balls of my feet to
cross the room. I'm dancing? I'm frolicking? What is this? I'm so
charged! I scoop up the shoes and dive on the bed.
I place the shoes next to the rest and grab the socks. I pull one up each
leg. The socks end at my knee but my fingers keep going up the skirt. I
rub the hem sensually and then trace my fingers along my thighs.
"Ahhh..." I sigh audibly.
My hair's on end. My legs twitch. I linger on my thigh for a moment and
quickly drag my nails across the front of the panties. My penis pulses.
I grab the other sock. I'm electric. I'm lost. I pull it up and grab the
shoes. I want to touch myself again but it's not ready. I need everything
and I'm already worked up. The sock is up and my feet slide into the
shoes. I buckle the and jump to my feet. I look down and the patent
leather Mary Janes and I feel myself wetting my panties. I'm ready to
burst. I quickly grab the sweater-vest and pull it over my new-found
chest. I check the mirror! My make-up is a bit messed from the crying but
it's pretty good still. I take a second to push my hair behind an ear.
And she appears! The girl from earlier today. The girl I was in the
girl's changeroom. The girl I was at the vice-principal's office.
In a blink I'm back on the bed. My skirt's up and my panties are pulled
to the side. My hands are all over my cock and my fake breasts. I'm so
close already. I let go of my fake bust and grab the special sock again.
This time I get my junk into the sock and try to slow my strokes. I run
my free hand over my thighs and play with my hem. I come.
I take a moment to come around. These clothes! They really turn me on. I
kinda hate them but oh I love wearing them. What the hell was I just
doing? Any one could hear everything. I'm not exactly quiet in here.
The sock is really nasty right now. I toss it behind the bed. I need to
clean up again. And this time it's a bigger mess.. I hold my skirt up and
keep my panties away from my dick. I move to the door to check the
hallway. I want to get to the washroom to clean up a bit. No one's there.
I move quickly to the washroom and lock the door behind me.
It takes only a few moments to clean up my boys (boys?!) and get rid of
the evidence.
All right! That's done. Now, to go downstairs and show myself to Larry.
To let him witness my shame. Maybe he'll say I've proven myself and that
i can take it all off. Then again... maybe he'll insist I wear this until
bedtime. I'm not sure which I prefer...
I compose myself and open the door. Strutting to the stairs, I
comtemplate what kind of entrance I'll make. I'm not sure. What would
impress Larry? I'm on the main floor lost in thought when Larry glances
over at me. He's watching the highlight reel on the sports channel. I
just walk over and sit down on the sofa opposite to him. He looks at me
and frowns.
"You know Jason," he starts, "I was expecting you to refuse..."
END OF PART TEN
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