How Not To Babysit part 11
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"That's not mine!" I blurt out.
"Of course, it's not yours, it's mine!" she says. "Why is *my* uniform in
*your* closet?" she repeats.
"It's not yours, either," I say.
Please just go away. I'm tired of talking about how I've been wearing
girl's clothes. I don't have the will to lie to you. Just leave.
"Not mine?" she ponders. "Can you explain why you have any girl's uniform
in your closet?"
"Oh god, please?" I beg her.
She steps to my closet. I stand to follow her but she's there first.
Before I know what she's up to, she crouches and examines a Mary-Jane.
"These are definitely not mine," she reflects. "And they're huge!"
She quickly snatches up one of my sneakers and compares the two shoes
sole-to-sole.
"These are *your* size!" she declares. "Bullshit! They're not yours.
You're lying."
"Yeah," she says. "And just after you just convinced me that you *hated*
wearing that nightie," she adds.
She's up and looking at me in the eye. Quickly she grabs the skirt off
the hanger and holds it to my waist. I push it away and step back. She
nods and smiles.
"Since when do you have a girl's school uniform? Are you prancing around
in a skirt when no one's looking? You really do like dressing as a girl?
Admit it!" she demands.
"No," I repeat. "It's not mine," I insist.
"Ok," she sighs. "So you just happen to have a school uniform in your
size in the closet. Why?" she asks.
Do I come clean? What can I tell her? I don't want her to know that I was
walking around in that outfit OUTSIDE! Oh to hell with it! She's already
seen me as a diapered baby girl. What's this going to change?
"Remember how the guys beat the shit out of me after spotting pink under
my collar? Pink from the nightie?" I prompt her.
She nods.
"They chased me into the change rooms and stole my clothes," I say. "Then
they gave me a bunch of girl's clothes to wear. That's what happened!"
"You have terrible friends," she empathizes.
"It's mostly Caleb. He stole my clothes. Dev brought me the girl
clothes," I admit.
"Just to torture you a bit more," she concludes. "Nice prank."
"That's not a prank!" I complain. "It was humiliating! I'm a laughing
stock! I'm don't want to go back to school but I have exams this week so
I'm stuck!"
"That's no so bad," she says. "Just play it as a joke and you'll be
fine."
"I tried to but couldn't," I admit. "Hennell caught me and dragged me to
the office."
"Yeah, no surprise!" she says. "He would. Detention?" she asks.
"No. He let me go to class as I was," I say.
"What?" she chirps. "No way. He's a dick. He'd give you at least one
detention and call Mom about you breaking the rules."
"I went back to class and Caleb jumped me and beat the hell out of me," I
recount. "Then I had to go to the nurse. And Lisa was with me. And I went
back to Hennell's office because of the fight. And he called Mom and she
brought me home."
"Mom drove you home in that outfit?" she asks.
"Yeah," I mumble.
"You have to let me see you in it!" she cries out.
NEVER!
"No way!" I say. "Besides, I just took it off."
"You wore it around the house after school?" she gasped. "You do like it!
Admit it!" she chimed.
"No!" I say firmly. Or at least what I consider firmly.
She smiles and holds the skirt up to me again.
"Come on!" she presses. "Just for me?"
"Why?" I plead with her.
"I want to see you dressed up like a girl. It'll be fun!" she attempts to
persuade me.
"Fun?" I spit out. "I wore that all day... it wasn't fun."
I'm getting the impression that she won't give up on this. She's got a
look in her eye that I remember. It's like when we were small and she
wanted me to play tea-party or something with her. She pushed until she
got her way. And she always did.
"Come on," she pushes, "I'll do your make-up and you'll see what you look
like then."
"I've already had make-up on today. No way!" I blurt out and immediately
catch myself.
Oh crap!
"You were wearing make-up?!" she chirps again.
She's just getting more excited. This is not good.
"You had make-up on when Mom picked you up? Didn't you?" she cross-
examines.
I'm rattled.
"You wore make-up in the car all the way home! And you wore it until you
put Jenny to bed! I kinow it!" she declares.
My red face gives away all answers. I hate her. Freaking Sherlock.
Goddamn it! Just drop the whole idea.
"I *have* to see you dressed up now," she beams. "Please?!"
I just shake my head. Just like I did when I was 5 and she was 7. Just
like I did every time she got me to do as she pleased. She likes she's
doing now. I'm going to be wearing make-up any minute now. I'll be back
in uniform any minute now. Fuck me!
"Please, please, please!" she coaxes. "I won't tell anyone. I won't take
pictures. I just want to see."
I'm broken.
"Get out of the room so I can change," I tell her, defeated.
She hands me the skirt and skips out of the room, delighted.
"Hurry up!" she calls as she closes the door.
I drop my shorts and boxers, and lift my tee over my head. I step into
the skirt and pull it into place, enjoying the brush of the hem against
my legs. I twirl once to feel it rise. I grab the push-up bra and secure
it. It mimics a very small bust. I pull the sleeves of the blouse over my
arms.and do up the buttons. I twirl again to feel the skirt rise. I touch
the hem and run my fingers lightly along the hem. I cup the padding of
the bra. Dammit. I'm getting turned on. I have no underwear!
I grab my boxers and pull them up. They are longer than the skirt but
they'll do. I kinda hate them right now.
Quickly I finish up with the socks but they slump a little bit now, and
the shiny shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, it saddens me to see
the socks not tight against my calves and the boxers poking out under the
skirt.
"Done!" I call out to Emma.
She almost breaks down the door getting into my room.
"Oh!" she gasps, "You have boobs!"
She immediately grasps them and squeezes. I can't feel anything, it's
just the padding.
"A black push-up bra?" she teases. "You slut!"
She looks me over for a second.
"The boxers gotta go," she says matter-of-factly.
She grabs the cuffs of the boxers and yanks them down quickly. My hand
instantly go to the skirt to keep it from flipping upwards and showing my
dick. My hands stay there to keep my dick from standing up and lifting
the skirt. I'm close to exposed and I'm getting turned on.
"You wore panties home, didn't you?" she smiles.
"Yeah..." I concede urgently.
"Put them on!" she orders.
"They're in the wash," I say regretfully.
Yes. They are in the wash because I messed my panties. That's what
happens when I wear panties. I come in them. Aren't I special? Stop
teasing woman!
"The wash?" she poses. "How'd you get the dirty?" she asks.
Slowly something dawns on her and her faces goes to surprise and then
disgust.
"You did *that* in your panties? Didn't you?" she asks and then flails
her finger tips and gapes. "Ewie ewie!"
"Shut up!" I say with whatever dignity I can scavenge while dressed like
a girl with no underwear.
"Yuck!" she goes on. "You're so gross!"
"I'm going to change back," I tell her.
"No!" she says. "You promised to wear some make-up!"
"I have no underwear!" I complain.
She scans the room quickly and as she turns to leave she stops. A large
grin grows on her face.
"Close your eyes," she commands.
"Oh come on!" I protest.
"I'll give you some underwear in a sec if you close your eyes," she
pleads. "Please?"
"Whatever," I say as I close my eyes.
I hear her scurry past me and then back to my feet.
"Lift one leg," she says as I she lifts some underwear over my foot, "and
now the other."
Swiftly she slides something up my legs. Realization hits me as I hear a
familiar crinkle. The rumba panties!
"Oh no!" I let go of my skirt and grab the waist of the panties. "Not
these things! No way!"
"Come on! I'll take them off after!" she attempts to convince me. "Or
should I put a diaper on you first?" she teases.
"Shut up!" I raise my voice. "We said we wouldn't speak about it ever
again!"
"Just let me cover up your junk!" she appeals to my sense of reason. "Who
cares what you're wearing? It's just you and me."
"Fine," I say. "But don't lock it or whatever."
"Great!" she cheers as she pulls up the fuchsia ruffled plastic panties.
I hate these things. Frills and plastic and lock and humiliation. I'm
getting bitter. I hear a click.
"I said no locking!" I say as I pull on the panties to lower them.
They don't move.
"Take them off now!" I demand.
"Hold on," she coaxes. "You need something to wear for now."
"Take them off!" I repeat. "If you don't, I'll be stuck in them until I
show Mom and Larry."
"I will," she promises, "after."
Goddamn stupid pink panties. I mutter under my breath as I follow her to
her room. Her clothes are strewn about almost carelessly. I immediately
catch sight of her uniform neatly on a hanger in the closet. I also
notice her laundry basket is overflowing. Panties! I see her panties.
"Get this plastic off me," I demand again.
"Not yet," she delays.
"I can wear your panties if you want," I offer, "just not these. They're
a trap. I hate them."
"You are not wearing my clothes!" she chastises me. "Just settle down,"
she adds, "and this will be over soon."
"Sit," she commands as she waves to her desk chair.
A moment later, I'm sitting in her chair. I hear the crinkle of the
ruffles as I rest my ass on the cushion. I stifle my protests as she
applies whatever creams and glosses and pencils she chooses to my face. I
stare at her and wait. Twice in one day. Good show. I'm a regular drag
queen!
"Done!" she chimes. "Come see!"
I'm less interested now. I know what I'll see. A pretty girl. Why do I
have to be pretty as a girl? I don't' want to be a girl. I don't want to
wear this stuff. I don't want to be pretty.
I check the mirror. There's a sluttier version of the girl from this
afternoon reflected at me. Darker make-up I guess. Really bold red lips.
I touch them. They look... juicy? I don't know.
"You look awesome, sis!" she beams. "You're so pretty! You're beautiful."
"Ok!" I slur.
I'm mesmerized by my appearance. I touch my hem. She touches her hem. I
touch my breast. She touches hers. Emma slaps my hands.
"Down!" she says. "What are you doing?" she asks. "Are you getting off on
this?"
Holy crap! I am. I'm horny again. And I feel my cock pushing against the
plastic pants. They offer no resistance. With the diaper missing, there
are all kinds of room for my penis to grow in there. I put my hands to my
hem. I play with it trying to make it less obvious that I'm hiding my
penis.
She lifts the back of my skirt to expose my ruffles. I get a playful swap
on the ass. After that she runs her fingertips through the ruffles.
"Ok!" I say. "I did it, lemme out of the plastic pants."
"What if I don't want to?" she teases!
"You promised!" I protest. "Don't do this to me. I'm freaking out here."
"Wear that until I'm ready to go and I'll let you out," she offers.
"That wasn't part of the deal," I say. "Not fair!"
"There was no deal," she states. "You just agreed to do what I say."
"This sucks!" I pout. "You know that?"
"Come on!" she says as she takes me hand and leads me out of her room. "I
want to check on *your* panties!"
"They aren't mine," I protest again.
"Whatever!" she says as she pats my bum through the ruffles of the
plastic pants.
"Stop that!" I demand.
Soon we're in the laundry are. The machine is off. The wash must be
complete. She opens the lid to find the panties. They are soaked through.
She opens them up and examines them.
"Cute," she says, "I thought they would match *your* bra."
She turns the panties this way and that and stretches them out a bit.
"I think you ruined them," she advises as she pushes her fingers into
parts. "They're discolored and the trim is wrecked."
"Crap," I say, "I want to give them back to the girls Dev got them from."
"I'm going to the mall on Sunday. You come with and we'll get a
replacement pair. I know what store these are from," she offers.
"OK," I agree. "Thanks."
I hear the front door creak slightly and open.
"Hello?" Dave calls out. "The door was unlocked, Em, are you ready?"
END OF PART FOURTEEN
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