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The adventures of Billy, what really ended up happening. Conclusion. Billy stretched and slowly woke up, the sun was drifting in his window announcing mornings arrival. He tried to clear his foggy head, such dreams. He had been having them for a while now, very erotic dreams. They started with an idea he had and went out of control as dreams often do. He sorted through the dream from last night and became very hard again. He slipped into the bathroom to clean up and take care of 'things'. As he showered he debated again creating the website that founded all his crazy dreams. He still felt if he was careful that it would really work, he just had to maintain control and not get too wild with his plans. As he toweled off he decided to do it. He slipped back into his bedroom, it would be a while before his mother and sister woke up. A few hours later he felt he was ready. He was almost shaking with excitement and nervousness. Through the morning his hip still bothered him, it was a real condition and walking on his toes really did help, it was just hard to keep walking on his toes. If he knew that dancing was going to make snapping hip syndrome a real thing for him, he wouldn't have danced. When his mother came down to the kitchen, she noticed him grimace as he walked across the room. "Is your hip bothering you again honey?" she asked him. Billy nodded. "It is really grinding this morning." She walked over to him and placed her hand on his hip, as he walked she could feel it snapping, she knew when it did this that it bothered him, it also would often pop out and he would stumble or even fall down. "I wish I knew how to fix this for you Billy," she told him quietly. "Have you looked online to see if there is any help?" She knew he was online often and computers and he were a team that often solved many problems for them. Money was an issue, as it is for many, so finding ways to do things for themselves helped a lot. "Not yet, I was thinking I should look," Billy told her. "Why don't you get your laptop and take a peek now while I make breakfast, your sister should be down soon, I heard her in the shower." Billy got his notebook computer and connected to the internet, she watched him browse for a while. "Any luck yet?" "Nothing yet... oh wait, maybe something here." She walked over to read over his shoulder. The site described quite accurately what he was going through, there was a long page with diagrams. Billy announced he needed to use the wash room when his sister Krissy came into the kitchen. "What are you looking at mom?" Krissy asked. Sara filled her daughter in quickly, Krissy knew Billy suffered a bit with his hip, it often burned through the night. She sat down and started to read, they both noticed at the bottom of the page there was a follow up page, with helpful hints to help contend with the snapping hip. "Oh Billy didn't see this page," Sara said, reading intently. Krissy groaned. "He won't want to either mom, look at this," she said pointing to the screen. Billy was outside the room, listening carefully, he was astounded, it was going so much like his dream had done. "Oh dear," Sara said, reading the paragraph Krissy had pointed out, then they continued and Krissy giggled a bit. Sara smacked her on the head, lightly. "Stop that Krissy. This will be hard enough." "You mean you are going to do this?" Krissy asked astounded. "If it is going to work, yes. We have to do something," Billy quietly gasped, it worked! Billy chose that moment to return to the kitchen. He saw them huddled, whispering in front of his computer. "Billy did you see the second page to this article?" Krissy asked him. He shook his head, grabbed a glass of orange juice and looked at the screen. Krissy got up so he could read. "No way!" he exclaimed. Krissy giggled. "I told you mom." "Billy, some of this makes a lot of sense." Billy shook his head again, but his mother continued. "Let's take it step by step ok honey?" He listened but didn't say anything. His heart was pounding, it was working. He couldn't believe it. "Your muscles contract when they are cold, your legs ache a lot, you are always complaining about that, even in the summer, when the muscles contract they pull and this is helping to cause your hip to pop. That makes sense right?" He nodded. "So wearing pantyhose will keep your legs warm the support hose will really help with blood circulation too, this alone will make your legs feel better and I am sure will help your hip. That makes sense too right?" "But long underwear will keep my legs warm too," Billy pointed out. "Billy you hate long underwear, you never wear them without moaning at how uncomfortable they are. They also will do nothing to support your legs like the pantyhose will, besides do you have any long underwear?" He shook is head and then continued, "I am not wearing pantyhose Mom!" "We will see, can we continue with the article?" He groaned and read on with her. "High heels?!? NO WAY!" "Billy calm down, now when I came into the kitchen this morning I watched you walking around, you were walking on your toes." He nodded. "It is the only way to keep my hip from grinding." "I know honey, but even with your dance training, waking on your toes all day is a bit tiresome isn't it? "I can't do it for too long," he admitted. "Imagine if you didn't have to, it is so easy too, just wearing a pair of shoes with a high heel will take the strain off your legs and you can do it all day." She let that sink in. "Dresses too Mom?" he asked, pointing. "I am not sure about that part," she admitted. "It makes a bit of sense though, the short dress will keep you from bending, if that is an issue, but it will also keep your legs from overheating with the stockings on. So that makes a lot of sense, you will want to wear shorts or a skirt or yes a dress if you are wearing pantyhose in the summer. Shorts will be okay but your crotch will become quite warm, with a skirt or dress that won't happen. I know you don't want to be too hot there," she told him, pointing at his groin. "Mom!" She laughed, well it is true Billy, it is not good to be too hot there, I have read a lot of articles. You will also get a rash in the summer if you are hot and sweaty all the time. Not a nice place for a rash." "You are talking like you have already planned this out and for the summer too," Billy said, looking at her. She nodded. "Mom, you can't be serious." "Billy who would even see you? What if it works and you can sleep with no burning, walk with no limping and not fall down all the time?" 'Well that would be great mom, but to be prancing around the house in a dress and heels is going to make me feel like a goof." "You forgot the pantyhose," Krissy added helpfully. Billy smirked at her. "Kids come on, Krissy don't tease your brother." "Sister," Krissy said. "Stop it Krissy, you need to help not be a pain." "Oh Mom I was just teasing, I will help Billy prance about the house in a dress and pantyhose," She looked at him, "come on champ," she said tugging his arm giggling. "What, why? Come on where?" "Well I am pretty sure you don't have a closet full of dresses or a drawer full of pantyhose," she told him, tugging him up. Billy looked at his mother. "Mom, tell her to stop." "No Billy, I want to see how this goes, we will make a deal, if at the end of the day you feel it hasn't helped at all, then we can try something else, okay?" "One day only?" Billy asked. "Yes, the website said after just one day you will notice an improvement, so let's give it one day. Deal?" Billy grumbled. "One day Mom, but Krissy has to promise not to tease me." "Well Billy, she is your sister, you just know she is going to tease you a bit, so take it good-naturedly okay honey?" Billy looked at Krissy, she looked like she was getting ready to burst. He sighed and nodded. "Oh wow, I get to play dress up with my little brother, you will be so cute," she told him, pulling him out of the kitchen before he could change his mind. Sara watched them head off to Krissy's room where she knew Krissy was going to have a lot of fun dressing up her brother. Billy hadn't probably realized with pantyhose came panties. Krissy didn't wear plain panties. Billy was going to moan again, she giggled and peeked more at the website. Browsing through she became curious, Sara was not quite as dense as her children believed. She looked up the domain and saw the owner. She grinned more, that explained a lot, her closet and drawers were often not as she had left them, she suspected but was not sure. Now she was sure, he was quite clever making this site and the story, but she also thought there was more truth to the cure than he realized. He may find that the heels and pantyhose really did help his hip. Well he was about to find out, because she was going to go along with it. She snapped the lid shut on the computer and went upstairs to see how things were going. Just as she stood outside Krissy's bedroom door she saw the pile of clothes she was handing him, a cute dress, one she hadn't worn in years, it was quite short on her, it would be incredibly short on Billy, a pair of beige pantyhose were atop the dress and a cute pair of bikini panties in a bright pink tipped the pile. Billy looked at the panties, which were almost in his face. He blushed deeply. Krissy was grinning. "Panties too?" he whispered. Sara called out, "Come on Billy, did you think your boxers would feel very nice under the pantyhose, not to mention how they would look under your dress. Your dress, it stuck in his mind. He took the clothes from his sister. His heart was ready to burst from his chest, he had no idea it was going to work so easily. It was just like his dream. He slipped into his room and slowly got dressed. He didn't want to rush, it would not bode well if he 'managed' the pantyhose so easily, he didn't want to put a run in them either, he went very slowly. Krissy called out, "Problems sis?" "Uhm no," he answered. "These pantyhose are a pain though." She laughed. "Don't tug on them too hard, you don't want to put a tear in them, they rip easily." "I am trying to be careful." Billy was already wearing the panties, the pantyhose and the dress as he called through the wall to his sister, he was looking in the mirror, twisting and turning, the dress was one he hadn't seen in a while, he really liked it. But it made him look like a little girl. "Are you dressed yet Billy? Do you need help?" his mother called through the door. "I am dressed but I can't fasten the top of the dress," he answered. Sara opened the door and peeked in, she smiled and went over to him. Lifting his long blond hair she did the row of buttons up, right to the top, there were so many and they were so tiny. She fluffed out his hair when she finished and turned him around. "There you go, how does it feel?" "The dress?" he asked her. "Everything silly, it will all feel different to you, have you tried walking in the pantyhose yet? It will feel strange at first, lots of tugs and squeezing." Billy shook his head. "We really need to do something with your hair you know, maybe Krissy can do something with it." Just then Krissy came into the room, she had a pair of heels in her hand. She bent down and lifted Billy's foot, slipping the pump on. Then she watched as he held on to his mother while she lifted his other foot, slipping the pump on there as well, the heels were about four inches, with his tiny feet he was almost standing on his toes. She grinned as she stood up. That dress was so short on him. Billy stood, wobbling a bit in the heels. He looked at his mother. "Mom do I really have to wear this?" "Yes Billy, all day. Besides you couldn't take the dress off if you wanted to. Try." He reached around but couldn't reach the tiny buttons. "Your sister could never take the dress off either, I had to do her buttons up in the morning and undo them when she wanted to change later. So you are stuck in that dress today missy." He shivered a bit at the thought of being 'trapped'. "Take a few steps now, to get used to those heels, take tiny steps, heel to toe, be very careful," Sara told him. He followed her directions. Taking care steps, his dress swished back and forth, it was a light summer weight dress with a flared hem in a pretty floral pattern. Sara and Krissy watched him walk not so gracefully across his room. "Mom he is going to need a lot of practice in those heels or he is going to break his neck." Sara giggled. "You are probably right Krissy, why don't you walk with him up and down the driveway for a while, it won't take long if you are there to catch him before he catches on. Billy froze. The driveway? Outside? He looked at Sara in panic. "Mom outside?" "Yes Billy, the drive is paved and long, a perfect place to learn to walk in the heels, your sister will catch you if you stumble. No one is going to see you, hardly anyone drives down this road." Hardly anyone, but some did. "No arguments Billy, I want you to keep going up and down until you are walking gracefully, no matter how long it takes. "Mom that is not fair," Krissy said, "I will have to go up and down too." Sara nodded, "Another deal then, when you are finished Billy can give you a foot rub to make up for it." "Mom I could do up Billy's hair, maybe some make-up then if anyone saw him they wouldn't think anything of it?" Sara thought for a moment, Billy held his breath. "I don't think so, not for now. Billy is going to try very hard to gain control over the high heels if he is worried someone will see him, it will be incentive for him to try extra hard." She smiled at Billy. Billy let his breath out slowly, it was just as she said, he didn't want to be caught dressed like this outside, he was going to try very hard. But outside, he had never been outside dressed before. Krissy held his hand, guiding him along, to the front door. He was using her for balance, she was moving faster than he liked though. He kept looking down at his feet, seeing his legs encased in the beige pantyhose, peeking with each step he took. He could feel the stockings squeezing and massaging his legs with each movement, the sensations were powerful. He was tugged out of the house, the door closed with a loud bang. The sun flowed over him, his legs felt different as the breeze tickled them and the sun warmed them. He felt the wind blow up his dress, raising it. Krissy laughed. "You have to be careful now don't you? Such pretty panties you have on." Billy blushed. She was holding his hand and turned it. "Maybe later I can do your nails? A nice high gloss pink perhaps?" "Krissy, stop it please. This is bad enough." She pulled him down the few steps and on to the driveway. He followed along nervously. His heels clicked on the pavement. He did this walk so many times in his dreams, but now it was real. His heart was ready to explode, he was looking everywhere, so he of course stumbled. Krissy caught him, holding his arm. "Concentrate Billy, it will take a bit of practice. Heel to toe, she demonstrated. She had put on heels as well, under her jeans she wore pantyhose, he could see them below the cuff of her jeans. She was so graceful. He tried as she did, taking careful steps, shorter ones, heel to toe. She giggled. "What?" he asked her. "Your bum is wiggling," she said grinning. They continued down the drive and then back up, Billy was doing better, so she let his hand go and they walked side by side for another trip. Billy was still very nervous and they watched a car go by. They were no where near the end of the drive so there was a lot of distance between them, he was safe. This time. After walking the drive one more time she told him to go down again, on his own this time. He balked, he didn't want to be seen and not alone, but she insisted. So off Billy went, his cute bum wiggling beneath the tiny dress. When he got back Krissy clapped. "You are doing great Billy, let's go show mom." They went into the house, finding Sara finishing making their breakfast. She noticed right away he was walking much better. They sat in their chairs and were about to start eating. "Wait a moment," Sara announced. "I told your sister you would give her a foot rub in thanks for her help when you finished your walk." Billy looked up. "But breakfast is ready." "Yes it is, but a promise is a promise.' Billy sighed and got up from his seat, he knelt on the floor beside Krissy and slipped her shoe off. She sat there munching on her bagel while he massaged her stocking clad foot. Of course it was a bit damp too, it was warm out after all. His feet were damp too, but he would not be allowed to take his shoes off he was pretty sure. Billy removed her other shoe and she rested one foot on his leg, He was quite adapt with foot rubs and enjoyed giving his mother and sister them, they of course loved them too. He felt different today though, kneeling wearing a dress, a dress that he couldn't take off, being told to rub her feet before eating. Krissy was eating and enjoying the attention. She sort of liked having a sister. Her feet didn't stink, but they smelled like, well feet. Billy continued to gently massage her stocking clad foot. Her foot was rubbing on his leg, the nylon... it felt so different. Krissy ate very slowly, enjoying the attention. She teased him too, telling him she liked having a foot slave. Sara watched, thinking he was much more obedient today, usually he would fight them on any suggestions on any subject. She wondered if she could get him to do some chores. Krissy finished eating, wiggled her toes and thanked Billy for the foot rub, he was now allowed to eat. He could smell his sister's feet on his hands as he ate his breakfast. When they finished their leisurely breakfast Sara asked Billy to side the table. He did without any comments. Krissy opened her eyes wide in shock. Sara winked. "Billy after that could you vacuum the living room?" "Sure Mom," he answered. Krissy was about to interject when Sara grabbed her hand and shook her head. She put her finger to her lips in a shh sign. Moments later the vacuum was running in the living room. "What's going on Mom?" "I think wearing the dress has put Billy in a more submissive mind set Krissy. It is a big change for him, he is more vulnerable right now. So he is not fighting us." "Do you think it will help his hip?" Krissy asked. "Oh I am certain he will find at the end of the day that the stockings and heels have helped. He may find his summer is much different than expected." "You mean you are going to make him dress this way for the summer?" "Or longer," Sara said with a grin. "We could go to the thrift shop and pick out some more dresses for him, if he finds tonight it has helped his hip." "I have lots of dresses and skirts that will fit him Mom." "I know, but I think we will get him some that are his own too, if they are too long I can shorten them, he looks cute in that short dress, but we will go through your dresses and skirts too." "Oh he will like that, the dress he is wearing now is so short I can see his panties most of the time." Krissy rolled her eyes and giggled. "Well tell him when you can see his panties, so he stands up straighter. That is what the website said to do." Billy returned, he had put the vacuum away after finishing, Sara couldn't remember the last time he had actually done chores. Sara watched as Billy sat down at the table with them, being careful to keep his legs together, he even tugged his dress down a bit when he sat. "I would like to keep you on your feet as much as possible today Billy. To see if this is helping your hip, you were limping a lot this morning, let's see if the heels help you walk without having your hip pop. Do you think you would mind terribly doing the dusting?" Krissy grinned, that was one of her chores today. "No Mom, I don't mind," Billy told her, getting up to collect the dust cloth and wax spray. He bent over to get them out of the lower cabinet. "Billy!" Sara called out. He stood quickly. "What Mom?" "We do not bend over like that when we are wearing a short dress, you exposed your panties for all to see, that is not proper behavior. Please use your legs to bend." Billy was blushing. "Be careful when you are dusting too, I don't want to catch you showing us your pretty pink panties again, do you understand?" He gulped, she seemed very stern about this. "Yes Mom," he said quietly. "Yes Mom what? I want to be sure you understand." "Yes Mom I will not bend over." She prodded, "And why is that?" He was blushing hard now. "So you don't see my panties," It was almost a whisper. "Good. See that you don't bend. Start in the living room please, you should have dusted before you vacuumed." Billy slowly walked out of the room, his legs swishing together, the nylon rubbing on nylon. His heels clicked, just like in his dreams. His feet were sore too, he didn't dream about that. He felt a lot different than he had in the dream too, the dream had felt so real but this was real. It was close to lunch time before he finished dusting, moving from room to room, mirror to mirror, sort of liking being forced to do these chores. His feet were really getting sore though. He was resting in the living room, debating pulling out a video game when Sara walked in. "Sitting down? That isn't going to help your hip." "I was just resting Mom, my feet are getting sore in the heels." "Has your hip popped out since you put them on?" she quietly asked him. "Uhm, no it hasn't," Billy said thoughtfully, it really hadn't. Actually it wasn't hurting at all. Weird. "I would like you to take the laundry out and hang it on the line for me please." His smart mouth burst open before he could tame it, the old Billy briefly surfacing. "Mom that is woman's work." Then he stopped. "Pardon me?" "That is one of Krissy's chores Mom." "Hmmm, but that is not what you said, you said that was Woman's work." She stared at him. Billy squirmed on the couch a bit. "Well you are dressed the part today, so I will fill your day with 'woman's work', let's see how you feel at the end of the day. After you hang the clothes you can make and serve our lunch, clean up then mop the kitchen floor." She stormed out of the living room. Billy got up and followed her instructions. Outside again, but behind the house, where no one would see him. It still felt strange though, being outside in a short dress, it was the pantyhose and heels that really made him tingle, the heels forced him to walk differently, but the pantyhose were always moving, squeezing his legs, he liked the feeling. Krissy smiled when he came back in. "Mom said to set the table in the dining room, for two settings." "Two settings?" he asked. "Yes, she said you were going to wait on us," She giggled and left the kitchen. Billy stood in the kitchen, his feet were quite sore now, he just was not used to walking in such high heels, he loved the feeling of the pantyhose though and being able to walk the house wearing the dress, free to do so, well not so much free as being forced to. He liked the dress too, it was so cute. He looked down at his legs that were shimmering with the nylon. He shivered. He heated soup and made sandwiches. Then set the dining room table, for two places. He called out that lunch was ready and Sara and Krissy came into the room, sat down and looked expectantly at him. He brought the soup and returned with the sandwiches. He looked at his mother, wondering what she expected of him now. She pointed to the wall. "Stand there please, in case we need anything you will be ready," Then she dismissed him and as she ate she talked with his sister, as though he was not in the room. Once she asked why there was not water at the table, he went to get two glasses, she scolded him for forgetting them. He stood against the wall again, quietly with his hands held before him. Waiting. When lunch was finished they both just left the room, nothing was said to Billy and they didn't even look at him. He quietly sided the table and washed their dishes. He ate a sandwich in the kitchen. Sara walked into the kitchen as he finished up, she told him the laundry on the line could be brought in now, folded and put away. Then to find her for more chores. She was still quite stern, his comment had really annoyed her and she was teaching him a lesson. Billy took the laundry basket outside and removed the clothes from the line, he knew the short dress was lifting now, exposing the panties Krissy gave him, but no one was around to notice, he still kept tugging the dress down though. When he finished yet another chore, the laundry was back in their drawers and closets he found his Mother in the living room. "All finished Billy?" she asked him. He nodded. "Krissy and I are going into town, there is a large thrift shop there, we can get you some dresses and skirts of your own. Some panties and pantyhose for you too." Billy squirmed, "I thought we were just doing this for the day Mom, to see how it went? Why do I need my own dresses?" Sara looked at her pretty son, who looked more like her pretty daughter. "Are your legs aching?" Billy was about to answer no quickly, but realized that they really were no aching. "No Mom." "Has your hip popped out at all since you put the heels on?" She asked. This too, was true. "No it hasn't." "When you made that website, you didn't expect that your cure, would actually help you did you?" She asked, noticing he took a very short breath and froze, then turned a very deep red. Billy was stuck, he didn't know what to say, there was no sense denying it, she obviously some how knew he had made that website. "I am not totally computer illiterate Billy, I know how to see who owns a domain," She watched him absorb that information. "So then I pondered why you would do so, perhaps you really wanted your legs to stop aching and your hip to not bother you so you made the site hoping we would try you in stockings and heels, thinking that it was such a way out idea we would not try it, but then, I just asked you if you thought the cure would help you and you didn't say yes," She watched him squirm. "So that means you wanted to be forced to wear pantyhose, high heels and short dresses." She looked him in the eye. "Didn't you?" She waited, he still hadn't answered, and looked like he wanted to run away. "Billy answer me please," she said quietly. He nodded and looked down. She lifted his chin. "It is okay Billy. Really it is. You want to dress as a girl don't you?" He nodded. "You want us to force you to dress that way though, don't you? To keep you in pretty clothes all the time?" He was quiet. "Billy answer me please, it is okay to just nod or shake your head." He nodded. "Did you like being forced to do our chores?" He nodded again. "What if I told you, that from now on, until further notice, you will be dressed in panties, pantyhose, high heels at all times, and dresses or skirts, mostly short. Possibly some shorts but always wearing pantyhose?" "Well Billy, that is what is happening. From now on, you will be dressed just that way, we will choose your outfits, you may be told to change often through the day, in fact I will let Krissy use you as her dress-up doll, she can tell you to wear any outfit she wants, you should really like that, and we are getting you some more pretty dresses and skirts today at the thrift store in town." Billy squeezed his hands together, it was overwhelming. She watched him shiver and look at her. "You will be kept busy too, doing all of the household chores for us." Billy squirmed and gasped. "Now go upstairs, and put on the pair of shorts and the top I left on your bed, keep the pantyhose on but you can wear your sneakers." He looked at her confused. "Oh you are coming shopping with us Billy. The pantyhose you are wearing are skin toned, unless someone gets close, they probably not notice you are wearing pantyhose, when they get close then they will wonder if you are a boy or a girl, with your long hair you will keep people confused. Won't that be fun?" Billy squirmed, a lot. He was thinking how exciting it would be, but also how humiliating too. He went upstairs to see his mother had left him one of Krissy's tops and a cute pair of cotton shorts that showed a bit of cheek on Krissy when she wore them. He groaned, they were not even close to being unisex. Krissy peeked in his room and giggled, she had a pair of her pink sneakers in her hand. "Want to borrow these?" He looked at her, "Krissy, I can't wear this," he said holding up the tiny shorts. Krissy came into his room and put the sneakers on his bed, "If you wear these it will make you look more like a girl, but you can wear those if you want and then people will know you are a boy," she said, pointing to his brand name running shoes. I wanted to put some lip gloss on you and do your hair, but mom said no. A few minutes later Billy came downstairs, he had on a teal top that had scalloped sleeves. The shorts matched, and no matter how he tried, his cheeks were peeking out from below the hem of the tiny shorts. Sara noticed he had pink sneakers on too. She grinned. Billy sat in the back of the car, he looked at his legs, he couldn't think anyone would not notice he was wearing pantyhose, they were not exactly a skin tone and they seemed so shine a bit. He slid his hands up and down them slowly, they were so slippery, they felt amazing. But he didn't look like a girl and he didn't look like a boy, shopping was going to be very strenuous. They pulled into the parking lot, as they got out, he noticed how far from the building his mother had parked. There were spots closer, he wanted to park closer. That was not happening though as he was led across the busy parking lot, he felt that everyone was looking at him. It was not much better in the crowded store, the aisles were filled with thrifty shoppers, young and old, children running unattended and teens trying to find kewl outfits. He jumped when he felt a hand brush against his leg, a young girl was playing hide and seek with her brother, she chose to hide behind Billy and had clutched his legs. Krissy was giggling. Billy kept squirming to get away and the girl matched his moves, hiding from her brother. Her hand kept sliding along his nylon encased legs. Billy sighed, she was not going to give up, then Sara held up a cute little dress, "How do you like this one Billy?" He blushed deeply again. The girl looked up at the dress and then at Billy. "It is very pretty," she told him and then ran off laughing. Sara took the dress and held it up to him, he shivered, it was a little girls dress but would fit him. "Hold your arms up Billy," she told him. What? In the store?!? "Now Billy," she said, looking sterner. Billy reluctantly held his arms up and she slipped the dress on him, it fit perfectly. He looked to be eight now. Krissy was giggling, quite loudly. People glanced over, Billy blushed again. "Oh you look adorable Billy," his Mother told him. She tugged the dress off and folded it over her arm. "What are you buying that?" Billy asked, dreading the answer. Sara grinned. "Oh yes Billy. Krissy was by school outfits and had a short plaid school girls skirt in her hand, she looked over at her brother and smiled, he gulped. Standing in the aisle, trying to look unnoticed in the tiny shorts wasn't working, Sara dumped a few dresses in his arms, he noticed the tiny skirt Krissy had was in the pile. "You may as well be of some use, you can carry your outfits." She head out across to a more open area and called for him to follow, he was not shielded by any of the clothes racks now, he was out in the open, holding some very cute dresses. Both arms were filled so he couldn't tug the hem of his shorts down, he knew they had been creeping up and exposing more of his behind, maybe even his pink panties. He gulped. Krissy walked by and added another outfit to his growing pile, she whispered in his ear, "Cute panties," and patted his behind. Oh great, he could see in a mirror how much of his panties were showing, it was a lot! He was also helpless to do anything about it. When he tore his eyes off the mirror he saw a beautiful girl about his age staring at him from across the store. She smiled when she caught is eye. Billy's attention was taken away from her when more clothes were dumped into his arms. "Let's go Billy, I want to go to the mall to get you some panties and pantyhose too," Billy gasped and looked around, she wasn't speaking very quietly at all. Krissy patted his behind again as he was standing in the line to the check out. There was a boy in the line behind them. Krissy giggled and bent down to whisper in his ear. He giggled too. Billy wondered what was up when he felt a sharp sting on his behind. The little brat Krissy talked to had a toy pistol that shot darts with suction cups on them, one had just smacked his behind. Krissy started to laugh louder and challenged the boy to do it again. Billy squirmed trying to get out of the way but eagle eye managed to hit him again. Leaving another red circle on his other cheek. Krissy gave him a high five. The mall was even worse, walking though the center court in a crowded mall filled with teenagers milling about was torture for Billy, eyes followed him, some girls smirked as if they knew. Guys were not sure and just looked. The department store was at the opposite end from where they parked, what was up with that? Billy wondered. There was a parking lot by that store too. Sara was smiling, this would make him tremble she thought, paraded through the mall, wondering if people saw a girl or a boy dressed as a girl. The outfit was not unisex, just as she wanted, if he wanted to dress as a girl, she would oblige him. Maybe they should visit a shoe store too, let some clerk fit him with shoes, watching him squirm as his stocking clad feet sliding in and out of numerous pairs of shoes could be a lot of fun. Sara had noticed the pretty girl watching him too, little did he know she would be attending her summer courses at their house next week. How much Billy would squirm dressed in that pretty dress she tried on him at the store when she rang the door bell next week. She was going to find out soon. So was Billy. She selected some very pretty panties for him, making him hold each pair and tell her if they were to his liking, she only offered him bikini panties, in soft silky materials, all brightly colored. She had him carry each pair too, as they moved over to a large rack filled with pantyhose. Shiny, opaque, silky, energizing. Beige, black, some patterns too, soon his arms were filled again. Billy's summer was just starting and he was getting exactly what he wished for. *************************** end ***************************