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PART TWENTY: RESCUED
Before I get home, Dev sidles up next to me on his bicycle. He easily
keeps time with my rapid stride. Jenny, unfortunately, cannot and is
half-dragged, half-carried.
"Hey sexy," he smiles at me.
"Go away!" I tell him. "You asshole!"
He smiles at me and maintains speed. Two more guys join him, Will and
Stewart.
"Go away!" I repeat. "All of you!"
"But you look so hot in that outfit," Dev says. "Katie."
I stop abruptly. We're no longer on First. There are no shops here. Just
houses and houses and more houses. Some people know me. Most don't. I'm
beyond angry. The arousal I felt for wearing girl's clothes is gone. I'm
pissed off at the lot of them and all I want is to go home and hide in my
room.
"Shut the hell up!" I yell at him.
"Hi Jenny," he greets my sister. "Having fun?"
"My feet hurt," she complains. "It's too far."
She hugs my smooth, exposed leg with both hands. I hate this outfit.
Stupid pink tank-top. Stupid green skirt.
"Nice do," Will says to me.
Stewart's eyes are on me but he keeps his silence.
I break. I reach up and tug on the hair-ties. They pop off and clatter on
the ground. My recently pigtailed hair now sits in wild clumps on either
side of my head. Jenny quickly scoops up the ties.
"Fuck all you guys!" I yell out as I tear the tank top over my head and
pull down the skirt.
Dutifully, Jenny picks up both and puts them in her backpack. I've had
enough. This is ridiculous.
Dev whistles at me in a bikini. Will joins in. Stewart snaps his fingers
at the two of them to get their attention.
"Leave him alone," Stewart say, "this is really over the line."
They think about it for a moment as I stand in only the slightly less
humiliating string bikini with a bow on each hip and one behind my neck.
Dammit. I tug on the bra to pull it over my head.
"Hold on!" Stewart says. "Dev! Did you do that?"
He points to my chest. Dev's mouth falls open and he stifles another
laugh. Will is chuckling. I follow Stewart's finger to my chest and see
the problem. I have tan-lines. There is a clear bra outline on my chest.
"Fuck me!" I cry out and drop to the sidewalk, arms to my chest.
I leave the bra where it is. Fuck it. Even if I take off the bra, the
outline will still be there. I rock back and forth holding my chest. This
is going to take a while to fade. I can't take my shirt off in public
until that happens. This is horrible!
"Holy shit!" Dev finally speaks between guffaws. "You've got a bikini
tan!"
I try to ignore him.
"How?" Stewart asks.
"I don't know," Dev says. "Abby put sunscreen on him to avoid this!"
"I don't think that was sunscreen," Will points out.
Stewart quickly tosses me his shirt. I pull it over my head and hide the
bikini and tan-lines. Small mercies.
"Thank you," I tell him.
The shirt is long enough to cover the bikini bottoms. My now very long
looking legs poke out from under the shirt as if it were a dress. Not the
worst. Certainly better than without the shirt.
"What did you do with his clothes?" Stewart addresses Dev.
"Caleb took them," he admits.
"Why did you let Caleb take his clothes?" Stewart asks.
"Because he wanted them," Dev says, "and he's a huge psycho?" he reminds
us.
"Whatever!" Stewart says. "You can't just let Caleb do whatever he
wants."
"You do if you don't want to get your ass kicked," Dev replies.
"I won't fuck with Caleb," the biggest of us, Will, comments. "I like my
face just fine as it is."
I ignore them, grab Jenny's hand and lead her home. I have the key to the
house. I'll be safe there.
I hear the three bicker as I stroll away. I pick Jenny up again. Soon
enough, the three of them are out of earshot.
"Are you okay?" I ask her.
She yawns and kicks her feet. Today's been hard on both of us. She'll
need a nap. Eventually I end up home. The door opens to the key and slams
quickly behind us. I drop everything and haul Jenny to her room. She's
aware of me taking her swimsuit off and moves her arms to help. I put her
in a diaper and plastic pants and slap the skirt and tank-top back on
her. She passes out a minute later. I'll wake her in an hour.
I look at myself in her mirror. I'm a joke. The T-shirt is off me in a
moment. I'm humiliated by the bikini and the tan-lines. I strip the bra.
I check again. The bikini top and bottom outlines are very obvious on my
skin. I have darkened significantly. That was definitely not sunscreen. I
bet that stupid girl covered me in bronzer or something. Dammit!
After a few moments of gaping at the mirror, I hear the doorbell ring. I
realize that I'm in my sister's room as she sleeps. This is creepy. I
gather my things and jump into my room. A moment later I'm back in shorts
and a tee. I lunge down the stairs to check the door expecting Dev and
balling my fist just for him.
I open the door to find Stewart.
"Hey Jake," he says.
I pull him into the house.
"Thanks for your shirt," I say. "Thanks a lot."
"You okay?" he asks.
"Not really," I tell him. "I'm really beat. I don't know what I'm going
to do."
He follows me to the kitchen for a Coke.
"What happened?" he asks. "Nevermind," he revises. "You don't have to
tell me."
Stewart's never been my closest friend. He's been in the same class but
he tends to gravitate to the girls. He's always been Stewart, never Stew.
I wonder about him for a moment.
"Emma," I begin but I noticed she didn't register. "My sister," I
elaborate.
That's weird. Everyone knows my sister. She's a flirty girl. She's a
cheerleader. She's sexy, I'm loathe to admit it. All the guys in my grade
pine for her. Not Stewart?
"She's been having fun at my expense and freaking me out," I tell him.
"Today she switched my suit with that bikini."
"Ah," he mouths. "So the boys caught you. Caleb stole your clothes and
they forced you to wear the bikini..." he concludes. "Just like Friday and
the uniform all over again."
I get up and lead him out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and to my room.
Coke in hand, he follows.
"Yeah, basically," I say in transit. "It all started when Jenny locked me
into a nightie when we were playing and I couldn't get it off."
"Couldn't get it off?" he puzzles. "What kind of nightie doesn't come
off?" he muses.
"It has a weird latch," I tell him as I enter my room.
"That nightie," he point out the satiny-pink garment lying on the floor
of my room.
"Yeah," I agree.
He picks it up and examines it. After a few moments I hear him clicking
the clasp open and closed.
"So you didn't want to wear any of it?" he asks finally.
"What?" I reply.
"The nightie. The girl's uniform. The bra and panties. The bikini?" he
prompts. "None of it?"
How well do I know him? How well do I know myself?
I hesitate. He waits patiently as I turn the idea around in my head. I
*do* like wearing all of it to a certain degree. I like the *thrill* of
getting almost caught but I hate getting caught. I really hate getting
caught.
I look at him for a moment. I sense he's reading me.
"You do like it," he determines. "Dressing as a girl."
"I don't know..." I answer weakly.
I wouldn't convince anyone.
He looks over my shoulder to the closet. He scans the floor. His eyes
fall on me again.
"You've got a lot of girl's clothes in your room right now," he states.
"How do you feel about that?"
What? How do I feel about having a lot of girl's clothes in my room? I
see the girl's uniform in the closet. I see a *second* girl's uniform in
the closet. Two? Emma! What the hell?! I see the rumba panties and the
bikini top on the ground. I see the lace bra and near-matching panties
draped on my dresser. I see the somewhat ruined white panties I wore on
Friday lying on my bed. On my bed? Dammit. I see the Mary-Janes and the
school socks. Yep. Lots of girl clothes in here.
I walk to the closet and look at the two sets of school girl uniforms. I
slide the two along the rail and find Emma's pink dress. Next to that is
a short red skirt with a matching tank-top. Next to that is the lacy
babydoll that I found in the gift bag Emma left for me. Emma took over my
closet! I stop browsing.
I close the door and turn around. I'm embarrassed. I can't meet Stewart's
eyes. I cough to clear my throat but say no words. I kick the carpet
absentmindedly.
"OK," Stewart finally breaks the silence that I can't. "How do you feel
when you're wearing girl's clothes?"
"Um." I continue to avoid his eyes.
I don't know why but he's getting me excited. Should I open up to him?
What do I say? How do I feel? I get horny and then I'm ashamed?
"I'll tell you a secret if you tell me yours?" he offers a deal.
"Secret?" I blink at him.
He's smiling at me. He has a secret. I think I know his secret. I think
he's looking at me... differently. Like the pizza guy did. He's looking at
me with... interest. Oh my god! He's gay! I know it. He has to be! How
could I not know this!?
"You're gay..." I mutter.
I have no strength to do more. I'm not judging. I think I like that he's
gay. I'm getting turned on. I think I want him to like me.
What?
I feel my cock stir. I feel it stir in my underwear. No... that's not
right. I feel my cock stir in my bikini bottoms! My bikini bottoms! I
forgot to change my underwear! My hands fly to my waistband and I feel
the bows gathered there. Oh my god! I'm still wearing the string bikini
bottoms. I crash to a seat on my bed.
He looks at me a moment and opens his mouth to answer. He stammers for a
moment and places his hand against the wall for balance. I make eye
contact.
"It's ok," I tell him. "Really. It's really ok."
I reach out to him. He takes my hand. I pull him to the bed. He sits next
to me, looking across the room.
"Yeah," he finally admits. "I think I'm gay."
He's welling up now. I hold him. I don't know what else to do.
"Are you gay?" he asks quietly.
"I like girls," I answer quickly.
"Oh," he recoils, hurt. "I'm sorry."
"What? Why?" I stammer.
"I thought..." he says. "With the dressing..." he adds.
"I don't know what's going on with that," I spit out. "I never did
anything like that before and now I'm excited to put on girl's clothes."
"You like it?" he asks. "But you freak out when the boys do it?"
I nod.
"Because you want to do it on your terms?" he poses.
"I dunno, maybe," I answer.
I decide to hit him with a big truth. A truth I won't tell Emma or Jenny
or Mom.
"I get excited wearing the clothes," I explain. "You know," I elaborate,
"sexually?"
"Oh!" he mouths.
"But I hate myself after I'm done." I finish. "Okay?"
"How do you feel about dressing for me?" he asks.
I stir in my bikini. I would very much *love* to dress for him. I almost
leap off the bed to grab some clothes.
"I don't know..." I say defensively.
I'm not ready to do this? Am I? I've been exposed at school. I've been
out of the house in diapers and baby girl clothes a few times. I've
pranced around all day today in a bikini. I'm getting really turned on. A
private show? On my own terms? Without mocking? Without a beating?
Without being ordered around? Without humiliation?
I don't know.
"OK," he says, "I'm sorry."
"No..." I tell him.
I *want* to do this. I'm sure of it. I'm just afraid.
I take off my tee-shirt and expose my embarrassing tan lines. I pull down
my shorts to reveal the string bikini bottom I'm still wearing.
"Can you wait outside?" I ask demurely.
Before he answers, I push him to the door and place his t-shirt in his
hands. It's the t-shirt that saved me on my walk home, the t-shirt of my
hero. I guess he was my hero. I take a good look at his chest and his
tummy. It's like mine: not defined and not fat. I don't know why I
checked him out. The door closes with him in the hall.
I yank off the bikini bottoms and place them with their matching bra. I
grab the black lace bra and panty set and pull them into place on me
quickly. I drop the pink dress over my head and step into the mary-janes.
I wonder if my hair looks terrible. That's the best I can do in here. I
open the door.
"Hi," he mouths at me.
"Hi," I breathe back at him.
His gaze travels over my outfit and settles at my crotch. I'm tented...
again. Pushing the fabric with my erection and breaking the illusion of
the smooth form that *should* be in this dress.
"Hi," Jenny pipes up from her room. "Are you getting ready to play the
mommy?" she asks me.
Stewart raises his eyebrow. He steps towards me and leans into my ear.
"Suddenly, I think I have Mommy issues," he whispers.
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