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Caregiver in Love
Part 4
In which Shawn finally fights back against his feminization.
Toes, fingers and Mr. Pinky weigh in
In the car ride home, Marilyn put down the top of her convertible and we
listened to music as the warm breeze and sun played on our bare legs.
Marilyn pushed a button to raise a special screen to minimize the wind
blowing on my new haircut. Even though we were driving down a tree-
lined boulevard at thirty miles per hour, I could feel only a very
slight wind gently caressing my straight bangs, my long, silky hair
tickling my cheeks and jawbone, the warm breeze delicately teasing the
loose silky fabric of my flared shorts.
Every part of my body seemed to quiver as it reflected on the current
status of my appearance and the recent humiliations I had suffered.
Each sensation from each cell in my body seemed to scream a protest to
my tired brain. Every shout and cry a rejection of my descent into
feminization.
My pedicured toes peaked out from behind the straps of my beige kitten-
heeled sandals saying, Hey Shawn! We toes gotta have a word with you.
From our point of view, these are really comfortable sandals with lots
of air circulation. No chance of your getting athlete's foot and all
that, especially between us toes. But seriously, dude! If you're a
guy, why the hell are you wearing nail polish and strappy sandals with
two inch heels. C'mon man, get some Crocks or some black flip flops or
some Birkenstocks or something. We're beggin' you!
I tried to shut off the voices coming from my toes.
I caught sight of my manicured hands folded on the purse in my lap. My
nails seemed to have grown slightly since my first visit to Angie's
Nails. They got my attention and yelled up to me, Hey Shawn, you need
to listen up to your digits for a second! First of all, a little
pampering never hurt anyone. I mean all things being equal, being
moisturized beats the hell out of dry and cracked skin any day. But
jeez, man, you hardly put up any fight that day they put you in the spa
chair and filed and painted your nails and cut off your cuticles. If ya
don't watch it, one day they'll be snipping off Mr. Pinky, and me and my
nine buddies don't think ya got the balls to defend your little friend.
He's an extremely tiny little guy, but he is your best friend, and don't
you ever forget that!
I looked at Marilyn, hoping she couldn't hear what my toes and fingers
were saying.
Finally, I heard the faint voice of Mr. Pinky himself. Although he was
buried deep in the silky confines of my tight nylon panties, pressed so
deeply into my crotch that he had all but disappeared, I could hear his
strangled, high voice. Shawn, Shawn, listen to me, brother. I know
I've been an embarrassment to you for your whole life, and especially in
the P.E. showers for the last couple of years. I'm small. I know it.
I'm really sorry, buddy. We're both so damn small. When God was
handing out the genes for brains, we sure hit the jackpot. But when He
distributed the genes for height and schlong-length, let's face it, I
think He just somehow forgot all about us. Sometimes I think it
would've been better to give up a little brains, just to have an average
sized penis, but nobody gave me a vote. By the way, Shawn. Nice job on
that chick Jacqueline! She's hot! I didn't think you'd ever go on a
date. I'm thrilled, don't get me wrong, but thank God, the pretty
Jacqueline didn't see me the other night when she had you put on her
spanks over your panties. Even when she kissed you on the lips, I know
you were pretty happy. Everybody was! But if there's one complaint,
it's this: there was not a lot of blood flowing down to help me to rise
to the occasion, as they say. So if you could work on that one
thing--sending some blood down to me-- I'd be really, really grateful!
I sat mesmerized in the car as Mr. Pinky continued his little diatribe,
his voice raspy with the strain to be heard. Dude, you remember the
dream you had the other night about the fisherman? I know it was hard
work, but you need to use those little arms of yours to pull those oars
with all your might to get your little boat under control, get the fish
in the damn boat, and get your ass back to shore! If the fish is too
strong, you best cut your line and your losses and head home, okay?
Just saying, you ain't been resistin' the way you should, so pull, man,
pull! Just one final word: You can cut that fish loose, but don't you
ever, ever, ever cut away your buddy Mr. Pinky. You got that, buddy?
Marilyn fiddled with the volume switch of the car stereo, then turned to
me and said, "I keep hearing the radio, or a little voice. Do you hear
a little voice talking about fishing boats or something?"
"Un, no, Marilyn," I said nervously, wondering how she possibly could
have heard Mr. Pinky's tirade. "You must be working too hard, or
something." I felt guilty about lying to my sister, but jeez, is no
conversation private?
As we neared Marilyn's house, she turned to me and said, "Let's get a
little sun before the girls arrive. You know, one of the other small
advantages of having such a tiny penis, Shawn, is that you'll be able to
easily wear one of my bathing suits. No one would ever dream that a boy
would have such a flat front. I mean your penis is basically so small,
and lays so flat, it's smaller than the average woman's pussy. And now
that you have the bra inserts, you'll look completely natural in one of
my bikinis or one of my high-cut one piece bathing suits."
I stared through the windshield in shocked silence. I had never heard
Jacqueline say the word pussy.
"You're going to love this," she said. I shuddered.
We pulled into the driveway and parked. We entered the house with our
shopping bags and my pink tennis tote. I went to check on Mom and then
went up to my room.
"In here, Shawn," Marilyn beckoned me to her room.
She had her box of bathing suits on her bed and was inspecting several.
I decided to draw the line at bathing suits. She fished out a white
bikini top and a brown and white bikini bottom with a wide, built in
belt. "This will look so great on you, and I have a cover up wrap that
goes with it."
"I'm not going to wear a woman's bathing suit," I said as firmly as I
could.
"Don't be silly, Shawn," she said. "Can you tell me what you're wearing
under your top and your shorts?"
"Huh? Oh! I forgot. I'm wearing, um, well, um, a bra and panties," I
said.
"And what color are your bra and panties?"
"They're beige."
"I see, and wearing your beige bra and panties, strictly speaking, is
that any different from wearing this bikini top and bottom?"
I lifted up the bikini bottom and the bikini top one at a time. "No," I
conceded, "they're pretty much the same thing, but..."
"Well, then let's at least see if they look the same. I'll bet you they
feel and look exactly the same. And I've already seen you completely
naked several times, so you can try it on right here."
Leaving my heeled sandals on, I unbuttoned and unzipped my white shorts
and stepped out of them. I turned my back to Marilyn and slid my
panties down my smooth legs. Even without my panties holding it, my
tiny, soft penis stayed wedged into a crack between my legs. I reached
for the white bikini bottoms, Marilyn didn't even bother trying to watch
me naked. I slid the bikini bottoms over my kitten heels and up my
legs. With the fear of undressing in front of Marilyn, my penis had
retracted like a turtle, and was now soft and shrunken to the size of a
small, thin sliver of flesh, like a soft sardine. The belted waist of
the swimsuit sat around the top of my hips, helping to keep my stomach
and crotch perfectly flat, my tiny genitalia presenting as no larger
than that of a young teenage girl.
"I think you'll like this top with your new bra inserts. Let's try it
with your size A inserts since it's just us."
I reached into the lacy cups of my brassier and carefully removed the
delicate, soft breast forms and placed them on the bed. I bent my arms
behind my back and skillfully unfastened my bra. I slid the shoulder
straps down my arms, feeling instantly naked. I folded my arms self-
consciously holding the bra in my right hand. Marilyn told me to fold
my bra, and when I did, I felt her eyes on my tiny breasts and nipples.
She picked up the bikini top like it was a necklace. "Put this part
over your head, first," she said handing me the top, putting the neck
strap in my hand. I put it over my head, feeling the top dangle over my
flat breasts, the straps hanging down my back.
"A string bikini would tie behind your back, but not this one. You just
fasten it behind our back, like a bra," she said as I clipped the
fastener shut behind my back. I took one of my size A inserts from the
bed and slid it into the soft left cup of the bikini. I took the other
and inserted it into the right cup. I felt the weight of the breast
forms weigh against the shoulder straps. "Very cute, Shawn," said
Marilyn as she admired my small cleavage.
"You're right, it's very similar. I don't feel so hot," I said
unhappily, adjusting the breast cups slightly, so they hid the silicon
of my inserts.
Marilyn handed me a translucent, filmy white and tan garment on a
padded, perfumed hanger. "This cover up is really wispy and fun, and
it's oh so soft against your skin. It's great for going to the beach or
the pool, to provide a little modesty if you get up to get an iced tea
or to dip your feet in the water. Try it on."
I slid the silky garment off the padded hanger and held it up between
us. I could clearly see Marilyn's face through the fabric. I put it on
over my slender shoulders, sliding my arms through the loose arm holes.
"It's longer than that tennis skirt, and your new baby doll. It's
really quite modest." I felt the silky fabric glide down my torso,
stopping to tickle my legs at my mid thigh. I held the fabric closed
with my two small hands.
Hip, hip hooray for modesty, I thought, until I looked in the mirror,
and saw that the white wrap did little to provide any modesty because I
could clearly see my body, and my white bikini through the translucent,
silky fabric.
"It's actually a wrap, which ties around your waist with these two
drawstrings. You have such a slender torso and long legs, it really
looks terrific on you."
I looked at myself in horror. "It's way too feminine, Marilyn. I
really don't want to wear feminine things anymore," I said as she dug
into her bathing suit box.
"Oh, nonsense! It's so cute, Shawn. You've been wearing a bra and
panties for days now, with some fairly translucent things. Everyone has
been seeing your bra straps through your tops. This is really no
different, except it's a bathing suit. It's meant to be seen, silly!
"It's too girly, Marilyn! I'm your brother, remember?" I said, with all
the resistance I could muster.
"Okay, well let's try it with these sunglasses and this plastic beach
tote, so you won't feel so naked."
She handed me some huge tortoise shell framed Chanel sunglasses and a
large brown and white plastic tote, with big handles that I threaded up
my arms and rested on my shoulders.
Marilyn laughed happily. "Shawn, you are adorable! You could be on the
beach in Monte Carlo or a pool party in the Hamptons!"
She grabbed the April issue of Vogue from her nightstand and put it in
my beach tote. She opened her dresser and pulled out a blue and white
striped beach towel. "We are going to sit on the patio with Mom and
catch the last of the day's sun," she announced as she handed me a
tissue and a tube of pink lipstick and sent me to the door of her room
with a playful slap on my bikini clad bottom.
"Wipe off your lip gloss and put some lipstick on in the hall mirror,
Shawn. It has some sunscreen to protect your lips in the sun. And then
take Mom out on the Patio. I'll join you in a few minutes."
I looked at my face in the hall mirror. My face, once full of acne,
still looked flawless, my eye liner and mascara still just as striking
as it had this morning. I carefully spread some pink lipstick on both
my lips and then pressed them together a few times. I blotted by
putting the tissue between my lips and squeezing my lips together
lightly. The pink on my lips was so feminine! I was filled with dread
and shame. It really added a dash of color to my otherwise brown and
white pallet of colors, but did it have to be in my lips?
I went down the stairs and prepared three glasses of iced tea in tall
glasses, and carried them out to the patio table. I went into Mom's
room. She was quietly reading, but looked up when I walked in the room.
"Oh, Shawn, you look so pretty today! Look at you! I recognize
Marilyn's favorite bathing suit and cover up, but it looks so great on
you!"
"How about a little sun on the patio, Mom? I have lemonade all ready."
"That sounds divine," she said and I helped her roll back her bedcovers,
sit up, and step into her wheelchair.
Mother, Marilyn and I spent the afternoon on the patio, mother in a
chair in the shade of a sun umbrella, Marilyn and I lying in bikinis on
lounge chairs draped with our beach towels in the last of the
afternoon's warmth and sun. I had removed my cover-up and folded the
delicate concoction of filmy silk and placed it carefully in my beach
tote so as not to let it wrinkle. I lay on my beach towel sunning first
my front, then my back. When we lay on our stomachs, Marilyn insisted
that we undo our bikini tops to avoid tan lines. I felt so
embarrassingly girlish as she rubbed suntan lotion on my bare back, glad
that I had chosen to wear my smaller bra inserts as they lay pressed
beneath my small torso.
At five, we were just thinking of getting ready for Girl's Night, and
had re-fastened our tops and were sitting up and drinking the last of
the lemonade, when suddenly the doorbell rang. "Could you get that
please, Shawn," Marilyn asked.
End of Part 4
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