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Suit-able Punishment
You should never wear your sister's bikini without her permission --
especially if you are her brother.
Billy had a plan all figured out. He and his family were heading to
their beach house for a last weekend before school started. Billy told
them that he was going down a day early with his friend, Tim, and that he
would be staying at Tim's house Friday night. Tim, in turn, told his
parents that he would be staying with Billy and the family that night.
This gave Tim and Billy a day alone to drink and smoke some pot without
detection.
The plan started just as envisioned. Billy and Tim traveled to the beach
early on Friday with Tim's family. The two 15-year olds went to the
local pizza place, and hung out for a while. Then, they met a friend at
Billy's house, who sold them the beer and pot for their evening. They
smoked a little pot, and started playing video games. After several
hours, Billy was ready to start drinking and getting really wasted. Tim,
however, got cold feet with the whole idea.
"I don't want to, Billy," he said. "Let's just keep playing games for a
while. This is fun."
"Come, on, you wimp. This is our chance to get blasted. No one is here;
your parents think you're spending the night anyway, so we are all alone.
And after we drink a few, we can go see if Steffi from the pizza parlor
wants to hang out. She is hot. Maybe she can bring a friend for you."
"No ... I think I'm going to go home instead. I don't like lying to my
parents like this."
"Oooh! Look at the little sissy baby," Billy taunted. "'I'm sorry,
Billy, I don't want to have fun. I'm too scared!'" Billy continued to
taunt Tim, but he wouldn't change his mind. After a few futile pleas,
Tim walked to his parents' place. Billy was all alone.
"Dang stupid jerk!" he exclaimed. "I can't believe he's such a wimp.
This was going to be the greatest night ever." Billy pouted for a while,
but then decided that he could have fun anyway. "Screw him!" he said.
"I still have the beer and the pot. Now there's more for me."
So he returned to his video games, drinking beer and playing online with
other friends. He was careful to store the beer cans in a bag out on the
back deck; he would take those to the dumpster in town before anyone
arrived tomorrow. After he was good and drunk, he smoked the pot. He
did that outside, too; no smoke inside so he wouldn't get caught.
As he got higher, Billy got hornier too. He found a few pornos online
and was able to stream them to the TV inside. He wanked while watching
this bimbo with gigantic tits and sky high heels get fucked by a guy with
the largest penis he'd ever seen. "Look at her," he thought, "she's such
a slut. I could do her in a second."
Billy was still horny when he went into the bathroom to relieve himself.
The bathroom also contained the laundry. That's where he saw his sister
Katie's bikini hanging above the laundry. It was a bright yellow bikini,
that barely covered anything. It really was just a few triangles of
fabric, held together by some strings.
Billy remembered the bikini from earlier in the summer. Katie's super
hot friend, Samantha, had borrowed it while she was visiting. Billy
lusted after Samantha. He so wanted to fuck Samantha in that bikini.
He'd take her just like the guy in the porno took the slut wearing high
heels. He might even have her keep the bikini top on, so he could spray
his juices over the suit and her face when he came. This image filled
another masturbation session, right there in the bathroom.
Afterwards, Billy continued to drink and smoke pot. He masturbated
thinking about Samantha a couple more times. As midnight passed, he
couldn't get the thought of Samantha in that bikini out of his mind. He
went back to the laundry and started rubbing the fabric of the bikini.
But in his inebriated state, that wasn't enough. Thinking that he could
enhance the experience, he tried on the bikini. He was two years younger
than his sister, so he had little trouble fitting into the suit.
As he felt the bikini, he visualized Sam wearing it. He snuck back out
to the porch for another toke of the pot. It was dark, and he left the
lights off, so no one could see. He sat down on the chaise lounge and
started rubbing himself and the bikini. "Oh, Billy, FUCK me! Fuck me
now," he imagined Sam pleading. As he rubbed himself, he had the most
intense orgasm of the night, spewing his semen inside the yellow bikini.
Billy was exhausted, physically and mentally from the experience. He lay
on the lounge for a few minutes, resting. Unfortunately for Billy, he
was so high and exhausted that he passed out on the lounge.
The Next Morning
Billy's sister, Katie, was 17. She had her driver's license and her own
car, so she headed to the beach early in the morning. Their parents had
to wait for their youngest sister's soccer practice in the morning before
they could leave. They didn't mind if Katie left early; she was a senior
in high school, very responsible, and just got voted captain of the cheer
squad this coming year. Katie had her friend Samantha ride with her to
the beach.
Katie didn't expect anyone to be at the house when she arrived. Billy
was supposed to be at Tim's after all. She came in, and found the TV on,
still connected to the porno Billy had watched the night before. The
door to the back porch was open. That's where they found Billy, passed
out and wearing her bikini. She could smell the pot from the night
before.
"OMG!" Katie exclaimed. But Sam quickly covered Katie's mouth, and
dragged her back inside. Billy was still passed out, and didn't awake.
Inside, Sam talked quietly with Katie. "Shhh! Don't wake him."
"I can't believe we found him like this," Katie said. "It looks like he
had a party or something last night. And the little shit is wearing my
bikini! How did that happen? Has he been stealing my clothes? What
kind of a pervert is he?"
"I don't know," responded Sam, "but I've heard some boys are sissies.
Maybe your little snot brother is one."
"EEEEW! I can't believe he's wearing my bikini. It's my favorite -- or
it WAS, until now."
"I know, and we have the perfect opportunity to get back at him. Let's
not wake him. Instead, let's take a few pictures on our phones of him
all dressed up as a girl. We can threaten to show them to his friends if
he doesn't cooperate with us." Katie loved the idea. With that the
girls decided to exact some revenge on Billy. Katie found some hot pink
nail polish. They painted Billy's fingers and toes with the hot pink
polish. Sam had a nail art tool, and she put white polka dots on his
toes. They even put a little bit of makeup on Billy, complete with a
touch of lipstick. Large, girly sunglasses finished off the effect.
They put a Cosmo and Seventeen magazine on the table next to him and
started taking pictures.
The morning sun was shining on the back porch. "This is great!" said
Katie, "my brother is going to get some cute tan lines!" They decided to
lock Billy out of the house while they plotted their next humiliation for
him. With him locked outside, he can't change and he can't go anywhere
either.
Billy was livid when he awoke, but the girls refused to let him in. "You
have to wait until Mom and Dad get here," Katie told him. "They should
see what you've done -- and what you're wearing."
"Please, Katie! I'm sorry. I really am. I'll do anything you want.
Anything. Just help me to get out of this before Mom and Dad get here."
"That's an interesting offer," Katie said. "But you've always found a
way to escape the consequences of your actions. You have to be the
luckiest 15-year old on the planet, with all the stupid shit you've done.
"No, this time there is a reckoning," Katie continued. "You lied to us,
you violated my privacy and you ruined my favorite swimsuit. You will
have to pay for that."
"But look what you did to me: I have hot pink nails. And I'm getting
sunburned out here in this bikini."
"That's not my problem. In fact, Sam and I might just say that we found
you this way, that you must have stolen my nail polish when you stole my
bikini. We just walked in on your getting a sissy tan line. That's
all."
"Well, I'm not staying here, then. I'll find a way out of this!"
"What are you going to do?" Samantha asked. "As you going to go to your
friend Tim's house? I bet he would just love to hear the story of how
his best friend likes women's swimwear. And with that ugly stain in your
crotch, there's no doubt that you enjoy what you are wearing. I'd almost
pay to see you tell Tim."
"And you can't go anywhere else," Katie pointed out. "I have the car
keys. You have no money, no shoes, no transportation. Do you think that
girl at the pizza parlor you like so much would help you? She'd toss you
out of the restaurant if she knew what you did. And just wait until the
guys on the beach see you. They know what to do with sissies dressed
like sluts."
Billy knew that he was defeated. He started to cry, because there was
nothing he could do.
The Punishment
The reckoning Katie promised was indeed harsh. Billy's Dad had no
sympathy, and no mercy.
"So, let me get this straight. You lied to us in order to sneak around
here getting drunk and high? Both of which are illegal, I should add.
Then, you masturbate to a sexual object, which is so powerful that you
have to try it on? In doing so, you not only violate your sister's
privacy, but you ruin her clothes. And then you complain because they
finish the job that you started? I think you've deserved everything you
got so far."
"But this isn't the end of it, young man," Billy's Mom added. "You
crossed several lines here. There will be consequences. First, you have
to make amends for ruining your sister's swimsuit. You are going to go
with her to the surf shop to buy a replacement. And you're going to buy
yourself one too. You can't be wearing a swimsuit with a stain like
that.
"Second, since you wore a girl's swimsuit, I think it is appropriate that
you dress in girls' clothes the whole weekend. After all, no one made
you try that bikini on; you should find out what it's like to wear other
girls' clothing. But I don't mean dressing as a girl. No, to make you
understand what you did and hopefully learn a lesson, you should be what
you are now -- a boy who is wearing girls' clothes, makeup and everything
else. Katie and her friend, Samantha, will be in charge. Girls, he will
do everything you tell him to do, for the whole weekend."
Billy's Weekend Begins
Katie and Samantha were thrilled with their new position. They wasted no
time in starting his humiliation. "Since I don't have a bathing suit,"
Katie said, "we are going to the surf shop first."
They gave him a short skirt to cover his soiled bikini bottom. They also
made him wear pink flip flops (to match his nails) and carry his own
purse. Billy had to walk the few blocks to the boardwalk ahead of Katie
and Samantha. Along the way, people were giving Billy odd looks and
laughing.
Inside the surf shop, Katie and Sam started browsing for their own
swimsuits. They made Billy ask for help in selecting a suit. They
pointed out the associate he had to approach -- the shop's 20-year old
all-around athlete and male model. He also had instructions to try on at
least four suits, to walk outside the changing room with each, and to buy
two. ("And don't lie and claim this is an initiation prank or
something," Katie warned, "you are to tell anyone who asks that you want
to do this. The more you accept your punishment, the better it will
go.")
Billy asked for help in picking swimsuits. "What? Is this some kind of a
joke?" the sales associate asked.
"No," Billy answered, "I want to buy my own swimsuit. The one I'm
wearing is my sister's. I'm here to replace it with my own -- preferably
two."
He laughed out loud. "OK, pretty boy. Here they are. You can mix and
match any top and bottom you like. The changing room is to your left."
Billy quickly picked four suits from the selection. One by one, he tried
them on, and one by one, he stepped out into the shop to show off the
two-piece suits. Katie and Samantha acted like they didn't know him.
Instead, they texted him their preferences. When he finished, he had a
white two piece with a clamshell style top and a pink polka dot tankini.
He purchased those two, and the two for Katie and Sam. They made him
wear the white bikini out of the store.
"I love that the straps on your new suit don't match the straps on your
yellow one," Sam said. "Everyone can see your tan lines from this
morning, and they will know that you've worn a bikini before. There's no
hiding your preferences."
Their next stop was the beach for some sunbathing. Sam took Billy to the
water to rinse off. Meanwhile, Katie picked a spot for their chairs.
She selected a spot right by the walkway to the beach, where there would
be a lot of passers-by.
"Billy! Billy! Over here," Katie yelled out to her brother, loud enough
for half the beach to hear. "I found a great spot where we can work on
our tan lines!"
The rest of the afternoon was very difficult for Billy. Sam and Katie
lathered him up with suntan lotion. The made him lie out flat, and
rotate every 20 minutes so as to tan evenly. Between the high traffic
area and Katie/Sam's popularity, their chairs received a lot of visitors.
To each one, Katie made it a point to introduce Billy, with "and you
remember my brother, Billy, don't you? We came out to help him darken
his tan lines before school starts."
When they returned to the house, the family decided to go to the local
pizza parlor. This was a family owned business that they frequented
regularly over the years they've had the beach house. Billy and his
family know the owners and the whole wait staff.
One server, in particular, had Billy's eye. That was Steffi, the owner's
daughter. Steffi is 15 like Billy. They've hung out together since they
were little. She was like Billy's summer romance, but way before there
was anything sexual about it. Between last summer and this summer,
however, Steffi developed into an attractive young woman. She and Billy
spent a lot of time together this summer, going to the boardwalk, playing
mini golf, etc. To the outside world, it looked like they were boyfriend
and girlfriend. Billy, of course, was happy to leave that impression.
It made him look good to be able to attract such a beautiful girl
(something he was horrible at back home), and secretly, he wished he
could go further with Steffi.
Billy pleaded with the family not to go to the pizza parlor. "Anywhere
but there," he sobbed. He desperately tried to get a temporary reprieve
from the punishment. "I'll do Katie's laundry for a month back home;
I'll iron her cheer uniforms; anything." Finally, he pleaded to be
disguised as a girl. "Can't I be your niece from Kansas or something?"
he asked. None of it worked.
So, it was with great anxiety that Billy followed his family to the pizza
parlor. He had showered and changed from the beach. Instead of the
swimsuit, he wore a blue-jeans skirt and a yellow tube top. His new tan
lines showed clearly on his chest and back. He had on light makeup and
carried a small thin-strapped purse. On the way, Katie whispered in
Billy's ear, "If you tell Steffi that this is a punishment, I'm going to
tell her the whole story, including that you wanked off in a bathing suit
while thinking about Samantha. I don't think she will like that, you
know. So you better play along and not say anything."
Now Billy really didn't want to go to dinner. "Please don't be there,
please don't be there," Billy whispered to himself as they entered the
restaurant. But, to his dismay, Steffi was working that night, and they
were seated at her table.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Robinson!" she greeted Billy's parents. She said hello
to everyone at the table, but stopped when she saw Billy.
"Um, hi, Billy," she said. "You look ... nice."
Mindful of his sister's threat, all he could say was a half-hearted,
"Thanks, Steffi," followed quickly by a, "I didn't want you to see me
like this." That might be enough for her to figure it out on her own.
He could always explain the rest when he saw her next (and Katie wasn't
around).
"No, it's OK, Billy. You can wear what you want. I was just surprised,
that's all. I really like the skirt. I have one just like it, and I
love that it goes with just about anything."
Steffi ran off to handle another table before he could respond again.
When she returned, he reached out to grab her hand so he could talk to
her. That's when she saw his hot pink fingernails.
"You painted your nails, too," she said.
"Actually, I painted them," Sam said. "Isn't the color cute?"
"Yeah, it is. It's just very bold. I would've thought a softer pink
would be a better color for him."
"I didn't pick it. I didn't ask for pink fingernails," Billy protested.
Katie shot Billy a look that warned him not to say this was against his
will.
To Billy, it appeared that Steffi wasn't going to believe it anyway.
"No, that's OK. I mean, we've been together for a long time. You've
patiently waited at my house many times while I did my own nails. I
noticed you watching me intently; I just didn't think to ask if you
wanted yours painted too. I'm sorry."
This was going worse than Billy had imagined. Steffi wasn't horrified at
him wearing girls' clothes. She didn't laugh at him and assume it was a
stunt or something. Instead, she accepted it, thought it was natural in
fact. It was true that Billy watched her closely as she painted her
nails. But it was because he thought she was beautiful and he was in
love with her. He longed for any intimacy with her, even the closeness
of watching her polish her nails.
But that attraction wasn't what Steffi must have felt, he thought. Billy
wanted so much to be her boyfriend. But it appears she thought of him
more as a girlfriend -- a BFF. He had no chance with her, he despaired.
He couldn't take that thought. Billy sat and ate his meal in virtual
silence from there on out.
On the way out, Steffi gave hugs to everyone. She hugged Billy extra
long. In his ear she whispered, "Billy, don't be ashamed. I still love
you. I'm off tomorrow; if you want to come by and try on some of my
clothes, that's fine with me. We'd have a great time."
Billy couldn't say anything. And when they got home, he didn't want to
play any games or anything. He just wanted to go to his room.
End of the Weekend, But Not The End of the Punishment
Sunday morning arrived. This gave Billy a ray of hope because he knew
they would be driving back home sometime during the day. The end of his
ordeal was in sight.
But not before he had a few more debts to pay. First up, Katie had
arranged for her cheer group to come over for breakfast on Sunday
morning. She was going to be captain this year, and the breakfast was a
team building exercise before school started. Most of the squad would be
there, including Sam, who was Katie's right hand in everything.
"Everyone is going to wear their cheer outfit," Sam noted. "It's too bad
that Billy doesn't have a uniform to wear, too."
"I don't have an extra, and I don't have my JV uniform with me here. We
might be able to find one, though." With that, Katie was went to work on
her phone. She started sending messages to her cheer friends. "Billy
will b w/us tday. Wants 2 wear uni 2. Have xtra?" the text read. Many
of Katie's conversations went on long, as they were texting back and
forth discussing Billy's desires. Katie even sent the posed photos of
Billy in the yellow bikini to several friends.
Billy started getting these texts and the photos forwarded to him. They
said things like, "Hey, cutie! How's the tan?" Another asked if she
could borrow his swimsuit. "It looks adorable!" A third cheerleader
promised to keep his picture in her locker to look at all year.
"You're in luck, Billy," Katie anounced. "Liz is moving up from JV to
Varsity this year. She brought her old and new uniforms with her today."
Liz was a girl in Billy's class. Billy thought she was stuck up and
nasty -- a stereotypical "Mean Girl." Liz, for her part, saw Billy as
immature, self-centered and a male chauvinist. Billy knew that it would
only be a matter of time before Liz told his whole class about his cross
dressing.
When Liz arrived, she dug right into him. "Hey, there sissy boy! Don't
you look cute. You look like my 10-year old sister: Don't worry, I'm
sure you will grow breasts soon." She gave him her JV outfit, but warned
him, "Don't jerk off while wearing this; it won't look dignified."
Billy had to put on the uniform before everyone else arrived. His Mom
and Dad loved it. "I knew I would have two cheerleaders in the family,"
said Billy's Mom, "I just thought it would be Tammy (Billy's youngest
sister), not you. If you grew your hair out so we could braid it, it
would be adorable. I'd just love to see you in pigtails, Billy."
After they took a few pictures, Billy's Mom and Dad took Tammy to the
beach so the girls could be alone. The cheer squad soon filled in, and
everyone made a point to welcome Billy to their group. Billy served them
all breakfast, running back and forth bringing food, juice and anything
the girls would ask.
After they ate, the scene devolved into a slumber party without the
darkness. The girls had hair ribbons in the school colors, and they
practiced tying their hair up in various ponytails and braids. Billy's
hair was too short for any styling, so he got to learn how to fix the
other girls' hair instead. He quickly picked up the skill. "Wow! He's a
natural," said Liz. "Can he fix our hair before every game?" Katie
thought it a good idea, and volunteered Billy to be "team hairdresser"
the whole season.
"Billy, why don't you learn some of our cheers," Sam suggested. She took
him by the hand and dragged him in front of the rest of the squad.
"Here," she said, "this is how we stand. Feet together, hands in loose
fists at your waist, and head up, smiling."
Billy tried it. "No, smile more," Sam instructed. "Think of the boy you
really like in the stands. Smile like you want him to ask you on a date!
And be sure to make eye contact with as many of the boys as you can.
They each are sitting there dreaming of being alone with you. You want
to sell that fantasy, even if most of them are gross little snots who
have no chance with you at all."
Sam also showed him how to bounce on the balls of his feet. "It makes
your ponytail bounce in such a cute way. And when you finish, you can
cross your right foot behind your left, bent at the knee, toe to the
ground. Hold your hands together behind your back when you do this. Or,
if we're cheering on a long field goal or something, you cross your
fingers and hold them above your head, like this."
After almost an hour of this, Billy knew the basics of most of the
squad's moves. The outing ended with the girls going outside for a team
photo. They took several versions, some with Billy in the group and some
without. In their favorite, the girls lined up in two rows, the front
row kneeling. The back row hoisted Billy above them, lying sideways with
his hands above his head and his legs rigidly together. They took one
version with Billy facing the camera. That version they had printed in
an 8x10 and gave to Billy. The other version showed Billy's back, not
his face. This version was printed and hung on the cheerleading squad's
wall. The coach asked all season who the mystery girl was, but no one
would tell her. They just smiled and said it was "someone from the
beach."
The afternoon came and finally it was time to go home. The family let
Billy take the nail polish off his fingers. He had to keep the polish on
his toes for the first week of school, however. Billy thought he was
going to be allowed to change out of girls' clothes for the ride home.
But instead, Billy's Mom had one last surprise for him.
"Mike and the girls are going to go home separately. You're going to
stay with me for another hour or two. We need to get you some school
clothes, in case your behavior doesn't improve when we get home. You
can't only own beach attire."
With that, the rest of his family went home. Sam gave Billy a soft kiss
on the cheek. "See you around," she winked. Billy's Mom took him to the
outlet mall. In every store, she told the clerk that she was looking to
buy the item for her son. To make it more embarrassing, she didn't say
it was punishment. She just acted like it was the most normal thing for
a 15-year-old boy to want his own dress or skirt. Billy, for his part,
dutifully tried on every dress, skirt and pants she picked out. In two
hours, he had several complete outfits.
In the car, Billy's Mom scolded him once more. "Your behavior on Friday
was unacceptable. You have to grow up, Billy, and be more respectful. I
admire that you fulfilled your punishment as you did. At times, I
thought your sister was being a little cruel, but nothing she did was
permanent. Even your school friends will tire of the joke soon enough.
I just want to make sure you learned your lesson. If you mess up again,
we will resort to these clothes again. If not, they will just hang in
your closet as a reminder to behave."
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