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Slumber Party Trap: The Next Generation
By Shawna Stimple
It was a Friday afternoon when Emily, and Casey's parents left for their
second honeymoon. Casey was to stay with his friend Roger, while Emily was
set to have her run of the house. She invited all her friends over for a
sleepover on Friday, and Saturday night they were going to have the party
of the century.
Friday evening, the girls were sitting around in their pj's, about to go
to sleep, talking about boys, fashion, and the like, when suddenly they
heard snickering outside the window. They snuck outside quietly and crept
up to the bushes, to find a boy standing on another boy's shoulders, while
yet another boy whispered furiously at the at them to get down.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Emily yelled, as the boys came toppling
down, and out of the bushes. They saw it was her little brother Casey, and
his friend Roger laying there, and Emily couldn't have been more furious.
"I can't believe you. Aren't you a little old for this?" Emily apparently
wasn't to familiar with 15 year old boys yet, because they were the
perfect age for it.
"We were just..." Roger started.
"Lost! Yeah we were lost," Casey continued.
"Sure you were," Emily said, arms crossed. "Mom and Dad are going to be so
pissed."
"Please don't tell them," Casey begged, standing up, and dusting himself
off.
Just then the third boy stepped into the light. It was little Chris Baker
from down the street. Emily thought Chris was always a sweet kid, and
couldn't believe he was here with her brother, playing peeping tom. "We
just wanted to see what was going on," he said.
"You just wanted to see what was going on? You weren't trying to see us
naked?" Emily asked.
"No," the boys said in unison. It was obvious that Roger, and Casey were
lying through their teeth, but Chris seemed pretty ashamed after realizing
what his cohorts were up to.
"Well if you want to see what's we're doing so bad, you can join us."
Cheers of agreement came from the chorus of girls. "You guys are going to
have so much fun," said one girl, while another added, "I think I brought
some extra pj's, just in case," "Me too!" a few more shouted.
"Thanks for the offer, but..." Casey started, before Emily grabbed him by
the ear, and drug him into the house. The other two boys were more than
compliant, as they followed in the group of twenty girls.
Inside they were each led to a different bathroom, where they were ordered
to strip. After being unceremoniously pushed into the tubs, they were each
naired up, and after a few minutes, the foul smelling cream was washed
down the drain, along with the few body hairs they had started to
accumulate. They were each given a pair of panties, and some clothes, and
after they were dressed, they were led back into Emily's bedroom.
The boys would have laughed at the others, if not for the fact that they
were in a similar predicament. Casey was wearing a pink tank top, and a
pair of blue pajama shorts, with pink written across the butt. Roger had
on a pink t-shirt with a big red heart in the middle, and a pair of pink
pajama pants, with similar red hearts all over. Chris wore a little yellow
nightgown, that did little to hide his panties.
Emily surveyed her captives, and said, "Now that you're dressed, you can
finally see what we were doing. It's probably not as sexy as you were
hoping."
Three dining room chairs were brought in, and the boys were ordered to
sit, while the girls set to work. Emily noticed after they removed Chris'
glasses that the unisex frames made him look the most feminine of all.
First they waxed their eyebrows until they were each left with high
feminine arches. Amelia, from down the street, pulled out a pair of
scissors, and started to go to town, on each of the boys hair. Meanwhile
the other girls, added extensions to their nails, and polished them to
perfection.
Roger was a bit of a wannabe hippie, so he had plenty of hair to work
with. Amelia cut chunky layers on the top, and trimmed the bottom, so that
it fell down to his chest. Casey's Shaggy skater mop was given side swept
bangs, and soft layers, that fell to just above his shoulders. By the time
she was finished Chris had straight bangs, that fell just to his eyebrows,
and the rest of his shoulder length hair had the split ends trimmed out,
and evened up.
The next thing the boys saw, was the flashing of Amelia's camera, as she
snapped picture after picture, until she was satisfied. "I always take
pictures throughout the process of my makeovers. It's for my portfolio.
I'd really like to do this for a living one day, and besides, It might
ensure that you all will remain good little girls."
Amelia was a little thick for a girl her age, but she was beautiful none
the less, and was proud of her curves. She was quite the fashionista, and
had no shortage of dates. Despite her innate beauty, most people would say
her confidence was her best quality.
After there photo-op, the boys each led to a separate bathroom, where
their hair each went through a plethora of beautification rituals. Roger's
hair was now mostly bleach blond, but several dark black chunks peaked
through the nearly white locks. They used a deep conditioning treatment
to, as they said, keep the hair healthy after the extreme processing. His
hair was then wrapped in a plastic bag to soak in overnight.
Casey underwent the, as he described it, smelly process of a home
permanent. Afterwards his hair was put up in mid sized curlers, and a hair
net was placed over them. As Amelia supervised the procedure she said,
"It's a little old school, but I think this will give us the best results
for the finished look.
Chris wound up with a head of auburn hair, a little darker than his normal
red locks. They even managed to dye his eyebrows to match. His hair was
then tied back into a french braid, for 'safe keeping'.
Each boy was then plastered with a thick green mud mask, and led back to
the bed room. Emily was standing by the bed with several of her dad's
ties. "You three young ladies can have the bed. We hardly think it would
be appropriate for you to sleep next to us, given your unique
circumstances. Plus the bed allows us a little extra assurance you three
won't run off in the middle of the night," The boys were each tied to the
head board, and the light was turned off while the girls headed downstairs
to the living room.
"What have you two gotten me into?" Chris asked, trying to find a reason
for his current circumstances.
"Shut up Chris," Casey said angrily, while he tried to roll over onto his
side, unsuccessfully.
"Good night guys," Roger said, a little too calmly, before he quickly fell
asleep. The other two just watched in awe as he snored, sleeping like a
little baby.
The next morning the boys awoke to find Emily sitting on the edge of the
bed. "Wake up girls. Cassie, Regina, Chrissie, it's time to get up. We
have a big day ahead of us," They all sat up, realizing that at some point
in the night, their bonds had been released. Casey was the first to notice
the new desktop image on Emily's computer. At some point they had somehow
formed a three way spooning session, and the photographic evidence was
staring him in the face. Would there be no end to his torment?
Following scarfing down a bowl of cereal, each boy was led to their
respective bathrooms again where their faces were washed, and Roger had
his hair shampooed and conditioned one more time. Each was dressed in
their outfits for the day, and it was back to the bedroom for hair and
makeup, courtesy of Amelia.
Chris' makeup was the easiest. A little powder, a little blush, a fair
amount of work on the eyes, and some paint on the lips, and he was
finished. Casey took a little more time, but was very similar to Chris.
She just used a heavy foundation, as well a bronzer, and lip plumper. Her
work with the lip liner, could only be described as expert. Roger was
another story. She spent what felt like an eternity on his eyes, and
painstakingly attended to every contour of his face.
Amelia then removed the towel from Roger's hair, and blew it all dry. With
a liberal amount of hair wax, she teased and pulled at his tresses,
occasionally working on them with a straightener until she was satisfied.
She topped of her creation with a hair accessory she clipped to the side
of his temple, holding the small side part in the front in place. The
curlers were removed from Casey's hair, and Amelia used a rat tail comb to
separate, and arrange every curl into place. His hair was then coated in a
maximum hold spray. Chris was the simplest. She took his hair down from
the braid, and used the straightener for a few minutes, before placing a
hat on top. Amelia was beaming at the beauty of her creations.
"Can we get up now?" Casey asked growing impatient.
Amelia, digging through her bag, responded, "Every girl knows,
Accessorizing is the key to any great outfit. We'll be done in a few
minutes."
She pulled several pieces of jewelry out of her bag, and placed them on
the boys. Next she pulled out a piercing gun, and it was a stick in the
ear of each boy, plus one extra on Roger's lip. "All done. You can take a
look at yourselves now," She said, clasping her hands together with glee.
The feminized youths stood on their feet, and took a good look at each
other. That's when the panic started to set in. If they had done this good
of a job on their friends, then what did they look like. They turned
slowly to face the mirror, shocked at their reflections.
Casey was wearing a pair of skin tight blue jeans, and a black pullover
sweater, with large white polka dots, that did little to hide the false
bosom the girls had created earlier in the bathroom with an eighth of a
roll of toilet paper. His hair fell in individual brunette curls down to
his jawline, and his makeup was nothing short of perfect. He looked like
any of the super popular girls from school with glowing skin, gorgeous
eyes, long lashes, and plump lips, that on anyone else, he would have
described as DSL's on the boys bathroom wall. The kitten heeled pumps,
were the perfect addition to his outfit, along with the large disc
earrings hanging down under his hair, and the oversized sunglasses on top
of his head were the final touch on the newly created would be prom
princess.
Chris was wearing a red patterned knee length dress with a slightly flared
skirt, beneath a blue cardigan. A red beaded necklace, perfectly matched
the red bead studs which adorned his ears. His makeup was soft and simple,
but brought out the natural beauty he didn't even know he possessed. He
was at least grateful that the black ballet flats seemed simple enough to
walk in. His auburn straight hair, topped off by a blue knit beret, were
the perfect crown for the adorable girl next door in the mirror. Replacing
his glasses, did nothing to destroy the image of the cute teen in the
mirror.
Roger was the most shocked of all. He was wearing a black tank top,
underneath a pair of overalls with the shortest legs he'd ever worn. The
pink socks peaking out above the high top pink Chuck Taylors he was
wearing added just the right amount of color. His hair was teased in every
direction, and was adorned by a large pink bow on the side. All the color
work done on his hair was apparent, as it stood high on his head. The
large faux diamond studs in his ears were eye catching, but not as much as
the silver hoop that was now affixed on the left side of his lower lip.
His eyes were heavily shadowed, and while dark, greatly accentuated his
bright blue eyes. The soft pink lips contrasted perfectly to make them
seem nothing but kissable. He looked like the queen of the scene girls. If
someone didn't know any better, they could have sworn there was a little
smile showing in the corner of his mouth, as he stared at his reflection.
"Holy shit!" Chris exclaimed. "What the fuck did you do to us?"
Emily wrapped her arms around Casey, facing him in the mirror, and said,
"You said you wanted to see what we were doing last night little sister.
Now you know."
"We better get going, if we're going to catch the movie," Amelia
interrupted, pointing to her watch.
"I guess you're right. Who's driving?"
A flurry of 'not its' were yelled, as each touched their finger to their
nose as quickly as possible. Chris and Roger even made it before there
were four unfortunate souls left. Casey hung his head in shame, and
muttered, "I can't even drive yet," which resulted in a chorus laughter
from the girls, and a snicker or two from the other girlified boys. Emily
agreed to drive in place of her little sister. The boys were each handed
shoulder bags, and were ushered out of the house, and into a newly
terrifying world.
The movie theater in the mall was packed, but no one seemed to take notice
of the huge group, except to maybe roll their eyes at the chirping sound
that usually emits from a large group of teenage girls. No one noticed the
three that were unusually quiet, and trying their best to stay in the
center of the group.
Chris thought the movie was boring, and was surprised to see Amelia down
the isle with the same sleepy look on her face. She noticed his attention,
and mouthed "This sucks," before getting up and walking towards the exit,
motioning for Chris to follow her. He looked around for a second to make
sure she meant him, before leaving his seat, and joining her on the
stairs.
"That was terrible," Amelia said, as they walked into the bathroom," She
reached into her purse, and pulled out a her lip stick, and began
smoothing it on her lips in the mirror. She noticed Chris just staring at
her blankly while he nervously stood in the unfamiliar territory of the
ladies room. "Your lips could use a little touch up too, Chrissie," she
said, gesturing to his purse.
He reached in, and found the lipstick she had used earlier, and did his
best to emulate the way she applied it. He did an alright job, and Amelia
helped him blot away the little excess on a sheet of toilet tissue, before
he replaced the lid, and returned it to his purse. "Why didn't you do as
much work on me?" he asked, surprising Amelia, causing her to nearly drop
her bag.
"What do you mean?"
"Well you put a lot of effort into Chris, and Roger, but you didn't do
much to me at all. It's not like it matters. I just don't understand why,"
he tried to say nonchalantly.
Amelia took Chris by the hands, and looked him deep in the eyes. "Cassie,
and Regina may usually be boys, but they're not that far off from the
plastic bimbos that over populate our school. That's the look I was going
for with them. You're naturally beautiful. I just accentuated your best
features. I figured if you were a girl, you wouldn't need all that
perfection, so why should you need it now?"
"Oh," You could have heard crickets, four blocks away.
Amelia kept hold of his hands, and pulled him from the restroom. "The
movie is probably letting out now. Let's go meet the others."
Outside of the theater the rest of the girls walked out into the hall.
They were all chattering about how wonderful the movie was, except Casey,
who maintained the frown he'd had since the night before. The most
surprising thing were the tears streaming down Roger's cheeks, while he
sobbed, "I...can't believe...it took them that long...too find each other.
I'm...so...glad...it...worked..out," He was surrounded by four consoling
girls, and quickly rushed into the bathroom, for a much needed makeup
repair job. Amelia just looked at Chris and winked. Casey stared on in
disbelief.
Back at the house everyone was abuzz as they rushed around, removing all
the breakables, and setting out refreshments. Around seven, there was a
knock on the door, and Emily's boyfriend Ryan walked in with three
friends, toting a keg, and a garbage can full of ice, through to the back
door. Over the next few hours dozens of people trickled into the house,
and the party was underway.
The three boys huddled together at first, praying no one would talk to
them, and that the clock would suddenly speed up so it would be over with.
It didn't take long however, for more than a few guys to come up and try
to start a conversation. First it was some kid with jet black hair,
hanging down in his face, who started talking to Roger.
"Hi. I'm Joe," the boy said.
"Hi. I'm...Regina," he replied nervously.
"I like your hair," Joe continued, with a tone that suggested he didn't
like or care about anything.
"I like your hair," Roger giggled back.
"Want to go get a beer with me?"
"Uh...Sure," Roger replied as Joe took his hand and led him to the back
porch.
Amelia found her way to Chris and asked, "Would you like to go talk some
more?"
"Absolutely!" Chris said, amazed that this, of all times, was the first
time a girl had taken interest in him. The two found a corner, and
started what would be an all night conversation.
Completely alone Casey did his best to remain unnoticed, but as gorgeous
as he was found it very difficult. He was brought beer after beer, as guys
approached him, one after another. He'd take the beer, huff, and walk
away, unaware that that's what most snobby, pretty girls do in that
situation. "What a bitch!" he heard, as he stormed away from the last guy.
He didn't know why, but he didn't want to be thought of as a bitch. Maybe
it was every time he'd been harshly rejected himself. He tried his best to
talk to the next guy to approach him.
"Hi. What's your name?"
"Cassie," he said trying his best not to speed off.
"I'm Dave. Do you go to North High?"
"No."
Dave stayed silent for moment waiting for a response that never came. "So
where do you go?"
"East."
"That's where Emily goes. Are you guys friends?"
"Sort of," He answered as honestly as possible.
"My buddy Ryan dates her..."
Dave continued to go on a ten minute rant, while Casey just stared and
agreed not really listening to anything he was saying. After a little
while, another boy ran up and yelled, "Beer Pong!" in Dave's face, before
running off.
"Guess I'm up," Dave said. "Anyway our prom is next Saturday. Me and Ryan
will pick you and Emily up here at 6:30 for dinner. Thanks for being my
date. See you then."
"Wait. What?!" Casey yelled as the boy disappeared into the crowd, but his
shouts went unanswered.
"How's it going little sister?" Emily said, appearing from nowhere behind
him.
"Bad. I think we have a double date for North's prom."
"What's bad about that? I knew you'd have fun tonight."
"You call this fun? Can we please just be done with this? Where are Roger,
and Chris. We're getting out of here."
"Chris is talking to Amelia on the front porch, which is a big deal for
him. If you're really his friend, I don't think you'll bother him. It's
about time that kid had some luck with the ladies. As for Roger, I don't
think he's here anymore. Regina however is over there on the couch."
Chris turned to the sofa, to see his best friend making out with that kid
Joe, on the sofa. He couldn't believe his best friend was sucking face
with a boy, and heavily too. After he finally wrapped his head around it,
he thought that Joe was in for a rude surprise if it ever got that far. It
was then that he noticed Joe's hand firmly on the outside of Regina's
crotch. "I need another beer," he said, running to the back porch, as fast
as his heels would allow.
On the front porch Chris and Amelia, were finishing up their conversation,
when she offered him a ride home. "Do you want to change first? You can
change in my car, on the way."
"I'm not worried about it. I don't think I'm going to be able to hide this
hair anyway, and I think my moms will understand."
"Your moms?"
"Yeah I have two moms. When the other kids found out in elementary school,
that's when the teasing started. I don't tell many people anymore."
"Oh. Well I'm sure your moms are wonderful. I'd love to meet them."
Just then Ivan Karloff, the 300 pound brute from the football team,
drunkenly stumbled up to the the two. "Who's the new girl?" he asked
Amelia, motioning towards Chris.
"This is Chrissie, Ivan, and I don't think you're her type."
"Why wouldn't I be her type. I'm everyone's type," he said, pulling up his
shirt and pointing at his abs like a douche-bag.
Amelia, sensing the only way to end this nonsense, was with a huge signal.
She promptly spun Chris around on his feet, dipped him into her arms, and
kissed him firmly on the mouth. Chris was grateful that he'd finally
kissed a girl, but he was also grateful that the panties were so tight,
otherwise his little friend would be making an appearance at the party as
well.
"I don't have time for lesbos anyway," Ivan said before throwing his beer
down, walking off, sitting on the porch swing, and passing out. Chris, and
Amelia thought it was the perfect opportunity for Chrissie to try her hand
at makeup. It didn't look half bad, and the giant football player was
quite pretty, despite the male genitalia drawn on his forehead. Proud of
her creation, Chrissie, and Amelia left the party, and headed towards
Chrissie's house.
Around three, the cops finally showed up, and the hoard of teens fled from
the house, like chickens from a fox. Regina hopped in Joe's beat up Toyota
Camry, and one can only assume where they were headed. When the cops
entered the house, the only people left were Casey and Emily. In what
couldn't have been worse timing, their parents pulled into the driveway.
"What the hell is going on here?!" their dad yelled as he walked in the
door.
"What are you guys doing back so soon?" Emily said, trying to force a
smile, and pretend like nothing was wrong.
"It was supposed to rain for a week there, so we packed up and headed
home," their mother said. "What is the meaning of this, young lady?"
The cop answered for her, "It seems your daughters decided to throw a
party, while you were out of town. Happens all the time. The kids are all
gone, so we'll get out of your hair."
"Daughters?...Plural?" their dad said, confused. That's when he noticed
Casey sitting on the sofa, dressed as fabulously as he had been all day,
praying the sofa would swallow him whole.
"Don't worry, officer," their mother jumped in. "There will be plenty of
punishments to go around. Thank you for your time," Once the officers were
gone, she locked the door behind them, and went into the kitchen, while
her husband just continued to stare at his son, somewhat amazed. She
returned with her two frilliest aprons, and threw one to each of her
children. "Alright GIRLS. If you want to be ungrounded by the time college
starts, I'd suggest you get started cleaning."
Chris walked into his house, later than he'd ever been home before. For
the first time he was nervous that he would actually be in trouble.
Peggy Baker sat on her couch, waiting for her son to come home for hours.
She couldn't be too mad, because she was quite the firecracker herself
when she was a kid. When she saw him come in however, she was not
expecting him to be wearing an adorable dress, and to be sporting a new
hairdo, but again, she couldn't be mad, because she had some experience in
that area as well. "Where have you been?" she asked, strategically
avoiding the outfit issue.
"I went to party at Casey's. It was a lot of fun."
"Okay?! What did you guys do at your sleepover last night?"
"We wound up going to his sister's sleepover. I met a girl. I think I'm in
love."
"I understand that honey, better than you think."
"I think she really loves me too. Is that Crazy?"
"I guess not. Me and Mom met around your age. What makes you think it's
love?"
"She gave me this dress."
"Been there. Why don't you go get some sleep, and we'll talk more in the
morning."
"Sure Mom. Love you."
Peggy kissed Chris on the forehead, and gave him a big hug, before sending
him up to bed. She turned off the TV before heading upstairs, and laying
down next to her wife. Liz, accidentally waking her. "Casey finally come
home?" she asked, still half asleep.
"He just got in. He met a girl."
"Thats nice."
"He thinks he's in love."
"Love at fifteen. Must run in the family."
"I don't think that's the only thing that runs in the Family."
"Huh?"
"Don't worry about it dear. We'll talk in the morning. I love you," Peggy
said, kissing Liz on the forehead, but she was already asleep. "Here we go
again," She thought to herself, and she turned off her lamp, and chuckled
a little, before sleeping herself.
The End.
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