How Not To Babysit part 11
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PART FIFTEEN: FOXHOLED
Dave? Now? How am I supposed to hide from him this time? It's bad enough
that he caught me last time. Once can be a game gone wrong. A trap. But
twice? Twice is a pattern. Twice is a choice to wear girl clothes. Twice
means I'm a tranny. Fuck me! Go away Dave.
"Come in Dave!" she calls to him. "We're in the laundry room."
"Why are you calling him over?" I panic.
My instincts kick in. I want to run. If I go into the hall, Dave will be
waiting for me. I turn to the door outside. I clench the knob to turn. I
open it a bit. I pause: outside in drag again or Dave sees me in drag
again. I slump against the door.
"Hey, Em. Are you ready?" Dave is asking as he enters the laundry room.
"Jay?!"
Emma takes my hand and turns me to face Dave.
"I dolled him up," she says. "Isn't he pretty?" she mocks.
"Hi Dave," I mumble as I look at my shiny black patent covered feet.
Emma's fingertips are under my chin in an instant. She gently raises my
face until I'm looking at Dave in the eyes. He slouches and raises his
arms in a "why?" gesture.
"Man! You're dressed in girl's clothes again! What's the deal with that?"
he asks.
"You promised no one would see me," I complained to Emma. "And now Dave
is here and I'm a school girl..." I trail off.
I slide against the door until I'm sitting on the floor, resting my head
on my knees. I hear the crinkle of the damn rumba panties and slam my
knees together. I cover my face with my hands. I flush red.
"You're wearing a diaper again?!" Dave asks. "Dude! I was going to
apologize to you and try to make things cool again. I thought things went
wrong when you were playing with Jenny and you got trapped. I was going
to even beg you to forgive us for how we treated you because I really
feel bad and I think you're cool..." he rants. "But again?!"
He hear him kneel before my and feel him tug on my skirt. I let him. I'm
done.
"And you're wearing a diaper again?" he says as he looks at the plastic
panties.
"No," I whisper. "Not wearing a diaper..." I meekly protest.
"Seriously! What the fuck are you doing? What the hell do you want Jay?"
Dave rips into me.
"I want to change," I say, but it's hollow.
I want to lose the plastic pants because I can't get them off without
help. I want to wear them too, I think. Maybe wear a diaper too. My penis
stiffens at the thought of wearing a diaper again.
"Katie," I mouth silently.
"You want to change?" he repeats. "Change what?" he asks. "To a girl?" he
prompts. "Are you one of those trans-people?" He calms his words.
"Dave!" Em finally speaks up. "Get off him. He's freaking out."
She pulls on his shoulder to get him away from me. He moves back a bit
but not much. He's not touching me or my clothes anymore.
"I'm not that!" I attest.
I think not at least. All I know is that I *hate* how I feel putting on
the clothes but I love feeling the clothes on me and they make me horny.
And I hate that they make me horny. And I don't want to be different.
Dammit!
I'm lost to myself as I hear Dave and Emma whispering. Dave returns his
attention to me.
"Do you want to wear these clothes?" he asks.
I hesitate. I'm still working out that. I want to but I hate it. I want
to but I don't want to admit it. I don't want to because I'm not supposed
to.
"You do..." he deduces. "I think you do but you're afraid."
"No," I finally say. "I don't want to. I hate it. She asked me to and I
did it to shut her up."
"Jay. Do you always get dressed up in girl's clothes because your sisters
tell you to?" he poses. "Is that all it takes?"
"Please let me change," I beg. "And unlock these stupid panties," I
demand.
"Admit it," he says.
"Admit it?" Emma questions.
"Yeah," he says as he looks to Emma. "Admit that you want to wear girl's
clothes!"
"Dave..." Emma reasons with him as she pulls on his arm. "Leave him alone."
"Emma," he says to her. "He likes being dressed like this."
"Don't you, Katie?" he accuses as he looks me in the eye.
"Kuh," I stammer, "Kuh-Katie?"
I'm shocked. I'm stuck. I'm blushing profusely. How does he know about
Katie? Did I say something? Did he speak with Mr. Owens. No. He heard me.
Oh my god! I'm getting hard. Oh my god! What is wrong with me?
"I thought so..." he says triumphantly. "Katie!" he declares.
"Katie?" Emma asks. "You want to be called Katie?"
I look away from both of them but I'm sure that Emma is very concerned. I
recognize the tone of her voice. I scamper out of the room past Dave and
shoving Emma. I dash for the stairs. I'm half-way to my room when I hear
Emma.
"Don't you want me to take those off?" she asks.
I fall in the stairs. They both shush me. Like I can quietly fall down
the stairs? I stumble down a few steps but regain my composure. Emma and
I stare at Jenny's door in silence. A moment passes... and then another.
Eventually, she grabs my wrist and turns me to face her. I slump in the
stair. She looks down on me, into the eyes again.
"Maybe I should wake her," she indicates Jenny's room. "I hear she loves
playing with you when you're dressed up."
"Em," I appeal to her, "please stop this and let me out of these
panties."
"I'm just kidding," she says. "I'm going to get changed. You stay here
with Dave," she commands as she steps around me. "Then I'll let you out."
I can't help myself. I follow her body up the stairs. It's my sister but
her skirt has me captivated. I peak at her legs as the hem flows. Hoping
to spot anything and thinking of her clothes. Her pink summer dress, her
high heels... Fuck me. I'm doing it again.
Dave strolls into the room as if summoned by Emma.
"Just admit it," he says, "and we'll let you out."
I shake my head.
"I just want out," I plead.
"And I just want you to admit it," he offers. "Admit it to yourself!"
"You'll let me out?" I ask hesitantly.
It doesn't mean a thing if you confess under duress, right? I'll just
remind him that he gave me no choice and that I didn't mean it. I'll
remind him AFTER I get these plastic pants off.
He looks up the stairs for a moment and looks back to me.
"I saw you looking at Em as she walked by, you know?" he informed me.
"Guys look at girls all the time. I like your sister and yeah, she's
sexy..." he trailed off as he peered back up the stairs.
"Looking at your sister like she's sexy is pretty pervy, Jay," he scolds.
"You know that, right?"
Dammit! Now I'm lusting after my sister? That's what he thinks. I pop
open my mouth but stay silent. I'm being tried and soon I'll be
convicted.
"But I don't think you were looking at her like that. You're not that
kind of perv," he states. "I think you were looking at her dress. Right?"
he persuades. "It's a nice dress," he goes on. "I like how it flows
around her and how it shows off her ass and boobs."
He doesn't stop. Why is he going on? I don't want to hear this! He's
talking about my sister. He's making a sex object out of her. Oh shut up
Dave! Just shut up!
"And I like how I can just run my hands right up her thighs and..." he
continues.
"Shut up Dave! That's my sister," I blurt.
"A-ha!" he boasts. "See! You weren't looking at her that way. You weren't
staring at her like some depraved incest wannabe," he points out. "You
want to be her!" he declares.
"I don't." I barely raise my voice at all. It feels like a scream but
it's not. It's quiet.
He smiles.
"Admit it!" he implores. "For yourself," he reasons, "admit it!"
I'm blubbering.
"You'll take off the panties?" I somehow ask again.
"Yeah," he dismisses.
"Ok, I admit it," I say. "Now unlock the panties."
"Admit what?" he urges me.
"I like to dress like a girl," I say firmly.
"I don't want to hear about what you *like*..." he encourages.
I hesitate for a second.
"I want to dress like a girl," I revise my statement.
"Again..." he pushes.
"I want to dress like a girl..." I say as I drop my head into hands again.
I think it's true. I think I really do what to wear this. I think I crave
it. I think I'm denying myself. I'm beat.
"Really?" Emma whispers from the top of the stairs. "You really do like
it?" she asks.
I get up and turn to her. She's beautiful, of course. Now she's in a
tight red dress and black knee-high boots. She is wearing dark socks that
stick out above the boot and over her knee. Dave sighs appreciatively. I
gawk.
"Dave," I finally mutter. "You promised..." I urge as I lift my skirt to
reveal the ruffled plastic panties to him.
I feel him reach for the lock as I continue to look up at my sister. She
walks down the stairs as he fumbles with the latch and fondles my ruffled
behind. A moment later I feel a couple soft pats on my rump and hear a
light click.
"The truth will set you free..." he says as I grab the waistband of the
pants and charge up the stairs.
"Not cool," I call back to them, "and I didn't mean any of it."
"You lie," Dave's words follow me into my room.
In a blink I'm naked. A moment later, I'm back into my shorts and tee.
I'm reaching for the knob as a knock comes to my door. Emma opens the
door without pausing and slides a small plastic box in.
"Here!" she offers the box. "We're leaving now but I want to talk to you
later."
I take the container. It's filled with facial wipes. Make-up! I have to
get the make-up off too.
"Thanks," I say to the closing door.
I hear her footsteps disappear and the front door open. They're talking
excitedly. She seems to be laying in to him a bit. I wait until their
sounds die out. I wait some more. I strain to hear Dave's car. It peels
down the street, I'm sure.
I'm alone with Jenny and she's asleep. I'm alone.
I turn to my mirror and examine my make-up. I desperately wanted to get
out of that outfit but I look stupid in these clothes and make-up. I
tentatively take a wipe and move to my face but mt hand wavers.
I'm alone.
I put the wipe back. I open my door and check on Jenny. She's out. Thank
god! I strip as I stare at my younger sibling. I'm naked again. I
hesitate a moment and then dash to Em's room. The dress she had on, it's
just strewn on top of a pile of clothes that is threatening to collapse
her chair. I pick it up. I pick it up? Do I want to do this? Really?
I smell the dress. Vanilla, I think. It's just a trace. I don't know
these things. The dress feels nice on my fingertips. I return it to the
chair. I stand in Emma's room staring at her dress for countless minutes.
It feels like days. She won't know. She really sounded angry at the idea
of me wearing her clothes but she won't know. She won't.
Somehow I'm holding the dress. I turn the dress over and over in my
hands. I admire the dainty spaghetti straps and the flowy material. I
feel the hem caress my thighs as I pull it up over my chest. It's
electric! I'm elated and horny but I'm flat. Really flat. Dammit.
Taking this dress is dangerous enough. I can't take her bra too... Can I? I
could wear my bra. My bra? It's not my bra! No! But I could wear it.
Panties! I need underwear. I *have* to wear hers. Used? That's
disgusting! No! Clean ones? She'll know! Can't have that. No!
I'm pacing around contemplating what I'm doing and what I want when I
find myself back in my room putting on the bra. I play with the cups and
jiggle my faux-breasts. I tease my fingertips along the tops of the cups
and caress my skin and the lace. I don't know when but the spaghetti
straps are over my shoulders and the zipper on the side is done up. I'm
encased. It feels kinky. I'm enthralled. I'm banned from doing just this.
I can't get caught or else! I love the taboo. I'm hard and excited. I
need to finish the outfit. I put on the Mary Janes without the socks.
They sag too much and somehow I know they're wrong for this dress. I
twirl and feel the hem rise up to my waist. I feel my penis throb and
sway. I need underwear! Now! I rush back to Emma's room and open her
drawers to find the one with the panties. I'll just take a pair from the
bottom. She'll never know. I'll put it in her wash and she'll never know.
Then I'll be dressed. And then what?
I don't know. But I'll be dressed. And touching myself. And probably some
jerking off. Yeah. I'm out of control. I ride the wave.
In her drawer I find a few panties. Not as many as I hoped. She may
notice. I go to the bottom of the pile and find a pair of plain white
ones. Next to them are lacy black panties. They are the kind that would
match my bra. They are the kind that get me turned on so much more. They
are the kind I *know* she will notice missing. They are the kind I have
no idea how to clean and put back. They are the kind she'll spot
immediately in her laundry. They are the wrong choice. They will condemn
me.
I take them.
I run my fingers over the lace, over the crotch, over the lacey leg-holes
and waistband. I pull on the elastics experimentally. They would fit. I
could wear them. I hold them to my face and smell scented laundry soap.
I'm wearing them.
The panties encase my penis and it strains against the material. They
can't keep my penis under control. It stands erect, tenting the lace. I'm
soaking them. I can tell. Now I've done it!
I leave her room. It's a crime scene. Where to go? What to do? I'm so
turned on. The hem teases my thighs. My fingers probe underneath and
touch the lace of the panties. I rub my testes. I fondle my shaft. I
finger-massage my glans.
Not yet. I think I want to enjoy the clothes more. I *know* that I'll
hate them when I come. I like this right now: the thrill! Let's go for a
walk?
I go down the stairs. My penis is still straining obscenely on the
panties and pushing out the front of the dress. I touch my thigh and my
bust. I touch my sides that are tightly encased in pink.
I'm in the foyer when a key hits the lock and turns it.
Panic! Again with the panic!
I turn quickly but the shoes betray me and slide out from under me. The
shoes continue to conspire to my demise as they refuse to gain traction
on the hardwood. I'm pulling myself back up with the banister when I hear
Emma.
"Jason!" She restrains a scream. "My dress!"
Uma
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