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Day Two
A higher pitch voice whispered into his consciousness. Mark turned his
head but only the blackness of night met his eyes. Again a soft voice.
"Mark are you awake?" His mind pulled itself out of the molasses of
sleep.
"Umm...what?"
"It's time to wake up." Mark felt fingers at his temples and light
flooding into his eyes as the sleep mask was removed. He squinted and
groaned at the sudden brightness.
"Already?" Mark had no memory of falling asleep.
"Yup, I head to work in just a few minutes. I left breakfast on the
table and Nancy has the day off so she will stop by and check in on you
and get you some lunch." She quickly darted out of the room.
Mark tried to stretch away his still tired body but was brought up short
by the still tucked in sheets and coverlet. "Aunt Tracy?" Mark said
looking raising his head off the ivory silk pillow.
The sound of the door to the garage closing was the only response.
"Aunt Tracy," Mark said louder but the hum of an engine and the rising
garage door told him that Aunt Tracy would not be hearing him.
Mark was instantly awake and without the exhaustion of the previous
night weighing him down he thrashed around in the bed until the sheets
came free and he was able to swing his legs over the edge. The hem of
the long robe was bunched around his waist but when he stood it fell in
glittering waves to brush the tops of his feet.
He stretched and walked out of the bedroom to the bathroom, luckily all
the doors were open. Relieving himself proved to be an annoying process
of holding the folds of the robe open and half-standing, half-squatting
over the toilet to keep from peeing all over himself.
Breakfast was obviously a joke. There on the kitchen counter was a
stack of pancakes dripping with butter and syrup. He would be sticky
wreck if he attempted it. He opted for the plain bread he found on the
table. He still managed to get saliva coated bread on his face but
wiped it off with the still damp towel lying near the kitchen sink.
Mark then sat down on the couch and looked out the window. He realized
that unless he could find something else to wear Nancy would be seeing
him in this ridiculously feminine garment. She seemed the stereotypical
spunky redhead and Mark could easily envision her delight at his
predicament. It would not matter at this point if he did give up on the
driving lesson and the computer he was still stuck until his Aunt
returned well after Nancy's arrival.
His mind raced. "First things first," Mark said to the empty house.
"Get this thing off. Better she saw me naked."
Mark employed his teeth to loosen the knots at the end of the sleeves.
Any attempts to loosen the belt proved fruitless, he simply lacked the
dexterity with his oval hands or the flexibility to bend over to his
waist. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders out of the wide neck and let
it fall down to his waist allowing him to extract his arms. Now only
the inner and outer belts remained to hold it in place about his waist.
Squatting a little he trapped the hem against the floor with his feet
and then stood tall. This pulled on the garment yanking it down over
his hips and into a pool of white silk on the floor. Lucky for him his
aunt had not tied the belts too firmly. He kicked the robe under the
couch and walked to his closet to find some of his own clothes.
This proved to be a challenge, his own clothes were still inside his
suitcase which was zipped closed. He knelt down and grabbed the zipper
with his teeth. He remembered now how full he had packed the case and
the strain of all the clothes inside made the zipper difficult to move
with just his mouth. He sat back and rested trying to think of some way
to open it.
At that moment the sound of the front door opening reached his ears.
"Hello, Mark, it's Nancy," said a familiar women's voice.
Mark panicked. His room was only a few feet from the door Nancy had
entered and he was butt naked with no clothing close at hand. Despite
his earlier assertion that he would rather be seen naked he leapt toward
the bed and tugged the sheets around his body.
Nancy peaked around the door and smiled. "No need to hide, Tracy
already told me about the robe you are wearing."
"Uh..." Mark said.
Nancy smiled wider and walked fully into the bedroom. She wore a pair
of capris leggings in a deep shade of green. She coupled this with a
baggy tank top that showed a matching green sports bra around the wide
collar and wider arm holes of the shirt. One of the straps had fallen
off her shoulder and rested on her upper arm exposing her spandex
covered chest. The emerald color matched her eyes and accentuated the
bright red of her curly hair that was no longer held behind her head but
bounced freely on her shoulders. "Ah, I see," Nancy said. "You managed
to slip out of the robe." Her eyes darted to the suitcase lying on its
side in the middle of the room. "Having trouble finding other clothes?"
Mark was dazzled by the play of light and shadow across the tight green
fabric hugging Nancy's curves and was having a great deal of trouble
making the speech centers in his brain work against the flood of
distracting testosterone. He hugged the silk sheet tighter to his chest
which made the cool, smooth fabric send electric sparks into the
regions of his body that were already responding to the smiling red
haired beauty who seemed thrilled by his obvious discomfort. "Yeah, I
guess."
Nancy nodded and stepped toward the suitcase. "I'll make this easier
for you." She reached down and stood up with the suitcase. Mark
thought that she would open it for him, but instead she pulled on the
extendible handle and began to leave the room tugging the wheeled case
behind her.
Mark was about to protest but Nancy's movements had lifted the white
tank top above her waistline exposing her round thighs and hips squeezed
into the shiny green leggings. Words failed him. "Uh...." Mark managed
to say before Nancy slipped out of his sight.
With the shiny visions gone he was able to reboot his brain and realize
that without his suitcase he would have no clothes at all. He tried to
stand up and hold the sheet around him but it was still tucked in on the
opposite side of the bed and he lacked the friction to pull it free. He
heard the front door open and then close again a few minutes later.
Nancy walked back in this time without any shoes on her feet and sat
down next to him on the bed. Mark could feel her firm thighs slide next
to his own and she slid her arm around his shoulders. "Ok, my boy, we
need to talk."
Mark swallowed and managed a weak, "Ok."
"I spoke with your Aunt Tracy last night and she really doesn't want to
teach you to drive. Even more than that though she does not want to buy
you a laptop when she will never have time to use it herself."
Mark nodded and tried to shift his body away but only succeed in
slipping closer to Nancy.
"So she has asked to make sure you give up this whole thing and admit
defeat. I am off today and tomorrow and Nancy is off after that for a
few days."
"What are you going to do?" Visions of torture ran through Mark's head
and the terror must have been evident on his face.
Nancy laid her hand on his silk sheet covered thigh in an attempt to
reassure him but the light touch sent sparks through his mind causing
him to flinch. She laughed both at his fear and the reaction to her
touch. "Don't worry Mark, I'm not going to hurt you. Nancy was clear
about that. And since you are currently naked beneath that silk sheet,
we need to get it on the record that seventeen is way to young for me
and any contact between us will be accidental or clinical."
"Clinical?"
"You know, to help you dress, eat, or use the bathroom." Nancy smiled
quickly. "Or to embarrass you." She touched his thigh again causing
him to jump. "Like that."
Mark nodded. "But what are you going to do?"
Nancy stood up. "First of all we are going to find you some clothes.
Do you need to use the bathroom?"
Mark shook his head.
"What about breakfast?"
"My aunt had pancakes and syrup set out for me. I figured it was a joke
so I didn't eat it."
Nancy laughed. "Ok, we'll see about that too. Don't go anywhere."
Mark nodded though he was pretty much stuck unless he wanted her to see
him naked.
Nancy returned minutes later carrying a brown paper sack by two handles
which she set on the floor and then resumed her position beside him.
"Ok give me those casts."
Mark sat back on the bed to keep his body covered and held out his
useless hands.
"Still no pain or numbness?" Nancy asked.
Mark shook his head.
"Ok then. The fiberglass casting material can damage furniture and
walls because of its rough texture and hard exterior. We need to cover
it with something softer." Nancy pulled out a long tube of bright pink
material that had a shine to it and seemed to be made of the same
material as Nancy's leggings. "I made these out of and old leotard I
had." She slipped it over his ovoid hand and pulled it up his arms
until it stopped just beneath his armpit. The end near his fingers was
sewn closed. "There now, nice and smooth and that should keep any
damages to a minimum."
"Why pink?" Mark asked dismayed by his shiny pink arms.
Nancy sniffed. "'Cause you won't like it. And I'm trying to get you to
quit, the more uncomfortable you are the better."
Mark sighed and looked down at the paper sack but shadows obscured the
contents. Nancy noticed his look and placed a finger to her lips in a
thoughtful expression. "You know, some things should be kept a
surprise. Tracy told me you used a sleep mask last night." Nancy stood
up and opened the small drawer on the night stand. She removed the
black circle of material and tugged it over his eyes. "This is one of
those high quality blindfolds, can you get it off with those stumpy
hands of yours?"
Mark attempted to push at the straps but the material now covering his
hands and arms slid across the material of the blindfold foiling his
attempt to push it off his head. He gave up resting his hands across
his lap, his movements had caused the sheet to start slipping.
"Ok now let's get some clothes on you," Nancy said.
There was a rustle from the paper bag and Mark felt a cool light garment
settle over his head and rest along his collar bone. Nancy guided his
arms through some sleeves which had a ring of elastic that gripped his
upper arm halfway to his elbow. More material flowed loosely from the
elastic lightly brushing the bend of his spandex covered arms. More of
the elastic gripped him about the waist just above his navel as Nancy
tugged the garment lower. "Ok you'll need to stand up now," Nancy
said.
Marked remained sitting with his hand again held in his lap.
Nancy sighed. "You are going to have to get over your shyness. I'm a
nurse and have seen everything you have and more."
Mark shook his head. "I give up. I don't want to wear this stuff,
whatever it is. You win."
"Sorry Charlie," Nancy said. "You are stuck until you see your aunt.
If I let you off the hook now you might just lie to her."
"I won't though, I promise," Mark said a touch of desperation lowering
his voice to a whisper.
"If you are this shy about a girl seeing your fun parts how are you
going to handle a girlfriend. Now stand up." Nancy tugged hard on
Mark's arms forcing him to stand causing the sheet to fall off his lap.
Nancy smoothed the strange garment down over his legs.
Mark could feel the light material brush the skin above his knees when
Nancy released him and he immediately placed his hands over crotch and
tried to sit back down. The material of the garment slipped easily
against the silk bed sheets and he slid onto the floor.
"Oops, be careful there." Nancy laughed. "While you are down there let
me finish your outfit. Give me your leg."
Mark had tumbled into an awkward position that had him sitting on the
floor with his knees bent and his feet splayed to the side. Nancy
grabbed his leg which dumped him onto his side. "Hey!" Mark
complained.
A stretchy material was pulled over his foot and tugged up his leg.
Then Nancy grabbed his other leg and repeated the process. His feet
were now manacled together by the garment on his legs. Nancy grabbed
his arms and pulled him to his feet and then reached down and pulled up
the garment. It was something tight and smooth, Mark figured some kind
of tights like Nancy was wearing. She stood behind him and pulled them
up underneath the soft garment now covering his upper body and settled
them over his waist. Mark flinched when it stretched over his genitals
but Nancy was so quick that he had no time to protest.
"There we go." Nancy pulled at the tight fabric along his thighs and
Mark felt the openings of the tights slide to just beneath his knees.
"Are you ready to see?" She tugged at the upper garment and wherever
she touched him a cool, soft feeling slid over his skin. Whatever he
was wearing it was very soft and slippery, like the bed sheets.
"No," Mark said with a pout.
"In that case I'll leave the blindfold on," Nancy said.
"No wait..." Mark began.
"Sorry. Maybe after breakfast." Mark felt her tug on his arm and he
stumbled along blindly behind. As he walked the tight material covering
his legs felt like oil as his thighs slipped past each other and the
silky garment tickled his legs and arms.
Nancy released once they got to the kitchen. "Don't move, I want to get
something so you don't get food on your clothes."
Mark heard a trash bag being shaken out and then smelled the familiar
odor of plastic as it was pulled over his head. His head was forced
throug a hole poked in the bottom of the trash bag which created a tight
seal around his neck. The rest of the bag trapped his arms to his side
and fell to just below his knees. "There we go, that should keep you
clean. There is a chair behind you just take a step backward and sit."
With the rustle of plastic Mark sat down and settled back into the
chair. The plastic garbage bag was already becoming hot on the inside.
There was the clink of dishes and a chair slid close to his. "Ok Mark
open up."
Mark opened his mouth and a forkful of cold and sticky pancakes were
placed on his tongue. It was a little stale but complaining could mean
something a lot worse being stuffed in his mouth.
Nancy talked while he chewed. "Just so we're clear you have to tell
your aunt you give up tonight."
Mark nodded while he chewed.
"If you don't," Nancy continued, "it will be worse for you tomorrow."
Marked cocked his head in an attempt to express his doubts that it could
get any worse than it already was. Nancy picked up on the gesture.
"Just let your imagination run wild. I can't hurt you but trust me it
can get worse."
Mark waved off the rest of the pancakes and Nancy washed his face with a
warm towel, she then cut the trash bag with a pair of scissors. "Just
stay there I have one more thing to do before leaving you for the day."
Nancy walked away the sound of her thighs slipping past each other in
the tight capris receding into the distance. Mark waited rubbing his
legs together nervously and hoped for the best but expected the worse.
She returned moments later and began brushing his hair. "What are you
doing?"
"Brushing your hair."
"What for?"
"I have you all set up to talk to your Aunt Tracy and this is just the
finishing touches."
Mark felt her pull and twist his hair. Something held his hair stiffly
first on one side and then the other. "Ok Mark, stand up."
He stood and he felt Nancy wrap something around his waist and tie it
off in the back. "Ok all done. Follow me and I'll take the blindfold
off." Nancy grabbed his hands and he was led into what he thought was
his aunt's room.
Nancy rotated his shoulders to face him in a specific direction and
quickly peeled off the blindfold. Mark blinked his eyes and squinted at
the bright light. In front of him was a young girl wearing a shiny
black dress with short poofy sleeves gathered about the upper arm. The
black material fell from a modest neckline to the knee accented by a
bright pink ribbon wrapped around the waist that matched the pink
leggings that peaked out beneath the hem of the skirt. The same pink
color covered the young girl's arms ending in fingerless ovals.
Mark's eyes widened, and the girl he was staring at matched his
expression. He turned his head to look at a smiling Nancy and pig tails
danced around his head and lightly struck him on the cheek. More of the
pink ribbon like his belt was plated with his too-short hair creating
long braids from which two large bows dangled. "What? How..."
Nancy met his eyes and smiled. "Just remember, you must give up or
tomorrow I go all out." She turned and left Mark stunned and speechless
alternating from looking in the mirror to looking down at his own body.
The front door to the house shut with a ominous click. Mark shook
himself and ran to the door only to reach for the handle with a shiny
pink oval that could not manipulate the latch. He watched in impotent
fury and fear as Nancy's car pulled away from the house.
Mark tried to pull the dress from his body but his hands covered in pink
spandex were more than useless. He could not grasp the silky dress with
enough force to do more than pull the hem up his pink-covered leg before
watching it slip away. He walked from room to room trying to find
something that would pull the dress from his body. He tried the corner
of the countertop, a drawer in the kitchen he opened with his foot, and
a door knob but nothing worked. All the movement caused the dress to
sway over his body in a distracting fashion and the smooth capris tights
beneath the dress were a new feeling that he did not find unpleasant
though would have preferred feeling on a woman instead of himself.
He finally collapsed on the couch and used his toes to turn on the
television. The process of channel surfing with his feet was annoying
but possible and he soon found himself able to forget his predicament.
At least until he shifted on the couch, or look down at his lap, or
shake his head to feel the pigtails swinging from side to side.
Everything about the garments and hairstyle seemed designed to
constantly remind him that he was stuck in the most embarrassing
situation of his life.
The clock ticked away drawing ever nearer to when Aunt Tracy would
arrive home from work. With the television droning on in the background
Mark stared at the ceiling and talked to himself.
"What difference does it make if I quit now? Aunt Tracy is still going
to see me like this."
"Nancy said she would do worse," Mark answered himself.
"How much worse could it be? She can't hurt me."
"She could take you outside."
"Nah, but even if she does who would recognize me? I don't know anyone
in this town. It would just be more embarrassing."
Scenarios swarmed through Mark's head. An hour passed and he was still
trying to imagine what would be worse than what he was already
experiencing. He placed himself in all sorts of different dresses and
costumes even high heels and makeup but it was just a matter of degrees
from what he currrently experienced.
"That's it then, I'm calling her bluff."
Mark felt good to be thumbing his nose at Nancy but he could not help
but feel nervous about what might happen tomorrow. His conversation
with himself was interrupted by the sound of the garage door opening.
Mark sat up and walked into the kitchen determined to face his aunt with
a good attitude despite the humiliating clothing. "This should surprise
her."
The door that led to the garage opened and Tracy backed into the kitchen
holding several bags in her arms. She was wearing lavender scrubs and
had her keys in her mouth. She looked up and the keys fell out of her
mouth and hit the floor, she juggled the bags in surprise. "Oh my god.
Mark is that you?"
Mark smiled. "Yeah she surprised me too, I was blindfolded almost the
entire time she was here."
"Wow," Tracy said. "I mean really, wow. I should call you Marcie."
Mark grimaced. "Please don't."
Tracy placed the bags on the table, picked up her keys, and than began a
slow circuit around his body. "So what time did she leave?"
"After lunch, maybe one o'clock."
"She texted me and said that you were ready to give up, but I doubted it
until now." Nancy touched the dress and spandex over his arms. "I have
the cast saw in the garage, we can get you out of those clothes and into
your own..."
"Giving up because of some fancy clothes? How did she get that idea?"
Mark said acting surprised.
"You mean you are sticking with it?" Tracy cocked an eye at him.
"Well for one, she took my suitcase so even if I do give up I can't put
on my own clothes. And for two this isn't so bad." Mark waved his
stiff hands at his body.
Tracy stopped and was silent for a full minute obviously trying to
process what she just heard. "I think you're just bluffing. You are
wearing a dress and the nephew I knew is barely detectable. Are you
sure, Marcie?"
"Yes," Mark said quietly, wincing again at the feminine form of his
name.
"Ok then," Tracy said reaching for the bags on the table. "I brought
home food. Let's eat and figure out what's next." She was obviously
struggling with disappointment at his decision to continue.
Mark sat down and tried to ignore his discomfort. Any pleasant feelings
he received from the soft fabrics evaporated by being dressed so
feminine in the presence of his aunt. He had been friends with Aunt
Tracy for years, she had changed his diapers, gone bike riding with him,
been camping with his family, and now he was a sliver away from being a
niece. "I don't like this."
Tracy raised a brow. "It must not bother you too much. Or do you
really want to drive that much."
Mark looked down at his useless arms. "It's like a game, I don't want
to lose."
Incredulity marred Tracy's face and finally she shook her head. "Now I
am concerned."
Mark narrowed his eyes. "Now? Why?"
"Because Nancy is the same way. She thought this was more than enough
to get you to quit. She called me at work today and said you would be
begging me to cut the casts off."
"So?" Mark asked.
"She will see this as a personal challenge, just like you do. Tomorrow
will be very difficult for you."
"What can she do?" Mark asked. "She said you told her not to hurt me."
"Yes, exactly." Tracy nodded. "Because if I didn't, she may have. She
is that competitive."
Mark shook his head. "I don't believe it, you are just trying to scare
me into giving up."
"I guess you'll find out," Tracy said softly. "Now let's eat, I don't
want you to get anything on that cute dress you have on, so you get
chicken strips, and a bib."
Mark shrugged and rolled his eyes while a napkin was wrapped gently
around his neck. He was fed a bite of chicken between his aunt's own
forkfuls of food. "I don't really care what happens to this dress."
"I do. That is one of my old dresses. I went to a dance in that one.
Though I did not use that pink sash."
Mark had nothing to say to that and the rest of the meal was eaten in
silence.
Aunt Tracy cleared the dishes and then stepped toward her room. I'm
going to find something for you to wear for pajamas and then I'm off to
bed. I am tempted to force you into bed as well just to make this
harder on you." Aunt Tracy turned toward her bedroom talking over her
shoulder, "But if you are not going to quit after being transformed into
Marcie with pig tails and pink bows then forcing you to go to bed early
probably won't do anything either."
"Thank you," Mark said.
"Last chance, are you sure you want to face Nancy tomorrow?" Tracy
asked.
"What's the worse she could do?"
"I don't know, what's the worst you can imagine?" Tracy smiled.
"I suppose public exposure, but that would reflect badly on you and my
parents, I'm guessing you don't want her to do that."
"True, your parents would be upset if you were walking around in a
dress, but consider, no one knows who you are in this backwater of a
town."
"So."
"What if no one recognizes Mark beneath the guise of Marcie." His aunt
paused to let Mark think. "Marcie could go anywhere, out to eat,
shopping..." She let the idea hang in the air.
Mark shook his head. "Nope." He raised his useless hands. "What's the
point of going anywhere. If I look so convincing no one would recognize
me why would I be embarrassed. And there will be a fair amount of
questions about these casts. Who knows what might happen."
Aunt Tracy frowned at his words. "Alright clever boy, or should I say
girl, let me go see if I can find some appropriate pajamas."
Mark sat down on the couch and turned on the television, a few minutes
later Aunt Tracy returned. She had changed out of her nursing scrubs
into a terry cloth robe over a cotton night shirt. "Come on let's get
your night time routine done. You probably have to use the bathroom by
now."
Mark nodded having been too embarrassed to mention it until now.
"I am going to see you naked, there's no way around it. I won't look on
purpose, but I have to get you undressed for bed." Mark was happy to
see the dress fall away and his aunt take it out of the bathroom. She
returned moments later holding a tiny scrap of shiny pink material which
she set on the counter in the bathroom. "Alright let's get the toilet
out of the way." She lowered the pink capris leggings and Mark sat
down. Tracy left the bathroom allowing him some measure of privacy.
"Alright, I'm done," Mark hollered through the open door, wondering in
that moment if the dress was actually preferrable to being cleaned up
after a bathroom break like a toddler.
Tracy returned, cleaned him up, and reached for the scrap of pink she
left on the counter. "Those tights will work great for pajamas so I
brought you this cami to sleep in."
"I don't need a shirt," Mark said watching the sparkling pink material
in his aunt's hands.
"Actually you do, but let's get your hair undone first. We want Nancy
to have a fresh canvas to work from tomorrow right."
Mark rolled his eyes and when the ribbons were finally removed from his
hair he offered no resistance when his aunt slid the pink cami over his
body. "I'm off to bed."
Feeling rebellious Mark returned to his room only long enough to pull
the comforter from the bed and drag it to the living room. He turned on
the television and soon fell asleep.
* * *
"Hey Nancy, you'll never guess what happened," Tracy spoke into her
cellphone. "He didn't give in." Tracy held the phone away from her ear
as sounds of shocked surprise emanated from the tiny speaker.
"I'm surprised too, but I think he can't imagine it getting any worse."
Tracy listened for a while and finally interrupted. "Look whatever you
plan to do, same rules as before, you can't hurt him. And yes, that
includes psychologically."
"Sorry, this is my nephew and though he's stupidly stubborn, he is
family."
Tracy listened for a few more moments. "I suppose you can color his
hair, we can always shave it off, tell his parents it was a dare, but
waxing, that will hurt."
"If you can get him to agree to it, I suppose, but you should just stick
to a razor."
"Alright, see you tomorrow night. Goodnight."
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