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Today my mother and I went swimsuit shopping at a local department store.
It was early in the afternoon, and we practically had the place to
ourselves.
Upon entering the store, we walked past a large column covered in
mirrors, and I caught a glimpse of myself. I definitely inherited my
dad's diminutive body. It's almost like I never hit puberty. I am still
at least one inch shorter than my mother, and probably with less body
hair. I rarely need to shave. My mother talks about going to see a doctor
about my "lack of development" -as she calls it. But I think she secretly
likes me this way.
Since recently turning eighteen, I've been receiving more and more
attention from her. She has always been a bit domineering. But things
have gotten worse. Being her only child, and with my dad long gone, she
has taken a special interest in me -given that I still live at home with
her.
Looking away from the mirror, I glanced over at my mom as we walked
through the store. She was wearing her favorite pair of black leggings
and a tight, white halter-top. Her lean, athletic body was on show. Over
her top, she had on a small, fashionable leather jacket adorned with all
the typical zippers and buckles.
She brought me to the store today specifically to buy a new swimsuit. Her
house has a large swimming pool, and she hosts her girlfriends there all
the time. Last summer she paid me to be her "pool boy" during these
parties and service her guests. She also required me to wear a uniform. A
speedo. I complained at first but she was insistent. I ended up wearing
it all summer.
After walking around a bit, we finally managed to find the men's swimwear
section. It was a small section. I had a feeling that this department
store mainly catered to a female clientele.
Mom: Ah... here we are. Men's swimsuits. This purchase is long overdue,
son. I did not like your pair from last year.
Me: What are you talking about? You chose that speedo for me. You made me
wear it around the pool every day.
Mom: I know. I know. But looking back, I feel that it just didn't fit
you. My mistake. Men's medium? What was I thinking? Way too big for
you...
We both found ourselves staring at the racks of swimsuits. There weren't
many speedo style pairs -mainly just board shorts and the like. I noticed
my mom reach down to the lower rack and pull off a plastic hanger with a
red pair of speedo style briefs.
Mom: Perfect! Here's one. And I love the color.
Me: Ah, are you sure mom? Aren't those a tad small for me?
Mom: No look. The hanger says... extra small. Should fit fine.
Satisfied, she handed me the hanger and went back to looking through the
clothing rack.
Me: Okay...but what do you want me to do with these?
Mom: Try them on, of course! Silly. Now, there are changing rooms over
there. Go put them on and see how they fit.
Me: That's ok. No need. Let's just...ah... buy them now. (I really want
to get out of here.)
Mom: I'm not making the same mistake as last year. Now go. You're wasting
time.
Without wanting to argue, I walked over to the small hallway with a row
of changing rooms. About a minute later, I was staring at myself in a
full length mirror wearing only the extra small swimsuit. I was about to
take them off, when I heard a knock on the flimsy door.
Mom: Come out dear. Let's have a look.
Rather than fight this, I gave in right away. I knew she wouldn't take
"no" for an answer. I opened the door and meekly walked out. We made our
way back to the rack of swimsuits. My face must have been bright red.
Mom: The natural lighting out here is so much better. Okay, arms at your
sides. Let me see how it fits.
She bent down in front of me and began inspecting the swimsuit. Her
fingers pried at the waistband and probed the front pouch. After a while,
she began tugging at the loose fabric around the pouch.
Mom: Oh no no no. You see this? You barely fill the pouch, dear. Just as
I had feared. Too small yet again.
She stood up and crossed her arms.
Me: I think they fit fine. If anything, they are too small. I can feel
them going up my butt.
Mom: Oh don't be silly! What we are going to....oh look there's Kendall!
Hey Kendall!
A sales lady approached us amongst the racks of clothing. She was a
beautiful, Hispanic-looking woman of about the same height as my mom. Her
black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing a tailored
grey pantsuit with a black blouse -the store employee uniform apparently.
Standing in her high heel pumps, Kendall loomed several inches over me.
Kendall: Oh hey! Thought I saw you guys in here! You should have told me
you were coming!
Mom: It was kind of a spur of the moment thing. We're swimsuit shopping!
Kendall: I can see that! And how are we doing, young man? (She peers down
at me with her arms crossed.)
Me: I'm ok, Kendall. Thank you.
Kendall: Good to see you again. You haven't grown a bit since last
summer. I really miss all those pool parties!
Mom: Me too! But summer is here again, so we're just getting ready...
The two women conversed a bit while I stood there in my little swimsuit.
I was used to my mom and her friends ignoring me. I could see that other
shoppers were beginning to notice me, even through the maze of clothing
racks. It didn't help that we were right by the women's section.
Kendall: So, is there anything I can help you with?
Mom: Yes. We have a problem here. (She points to my speedo.)
Kendall: I can see that. That swimsuit is far too large. Would you like
me to find something smaller? We carry even smaller sizes in the
backroom.
Mom: Would you? That would be a big help. Thank Kendall for her help,
dear. Be polite.
Me: Thank you Kendall.
Kendall: Happy to help. I'll be right back. Don't wonder off you two!
Kendall turned on her heels and headed off to the back of the store.
Mom: You do know we're hosting a summer kickoff party this weekend? I
want you to look perfect.
Me: You hadn't told me that. And who's...who's going to be there?
Mom: A dozen or so of mommy's girlfriends. Including Kendall. You will of
course be there to serve drinks and help the guests with all their needs.
You did such a wonderful job last summer.
I just stared at the floor as she continued to talk at length about the
party. Another humiliating summer then, I thought. Most of the time her
friends didn't even bring swimsuits or undress at all -they just lounged
about the pool with me at their beck and call. I almost shuddered at some
the memories from last year. One time, her friend Allison slipped ice
cubes into my swimsuit as a practical joke. They all had a good laugh at
that one. Another time, they made me dance and shake my ass on the table
as they did karaoke.
A few minutes pass before Kendall made her back to us. She had in her
hands two hangers with black swimsuits.
Kendall: These are all I could find. Why don't we start with the XXS
speedo?
Mom: Great idea! Now honey, go try these on and come right back to us.
Leave the old pair in the changing room on its hanger.
My mom nodded to Kendall and she handed me the XXS speedo. I again walked
over to the changing room and put it on. It was much tighter than the
first pair. The black, Lycra fabric was very snug against my skin. I
hoped this would satisfy them. Leaving the changing room, I made my way
across the sales floor as stealthily as possible -trying my best to avoid
any attention. Kendall and my mom greeted me with warm smiles upon my
return. I could tell they were pleased with this new pair.
Kendall: Why so nervous, boy? No one is going to mind you in your little
swimsuit. Besides it's the middle of the day on a Wednesday. The only
people shopping now are middle-aged housewives. You have nothing to fear
from them.
Mom: She's right. Ok stand still, honey. Kendall and I are just going to
have a closer look.
Keeping my arms at my sides, I watched as both Kendall and my mom
crouched down in front of me and began inspecting the speedo. They both
began tugging at the pouch fabric. They glanced at each other knowingly
and chuckled.
Kendall: Spread your little legs more...ok...that's better. (She shared
another look with my mom.)
Mom: I agree. There is still too much loose fabric...too much room. It
doesn't look right.
My mom tugged at the bit of loose fabric on the front pouch and then
loudly sighed. They both stood back up and looked at me. All this time,
I'd been focused on keeping myself from getting hard. I somehow managed
to do this. But I couldn't keep my mouth shut about this anymore.
Me: You think they are loose? You have to be kidding me. They are fine.
There is no extra room.
Kendall: Sorry honey, but this is what I do for a living -and these are
clearly too large for you. I have to side with your mother.
Me: They are not too large! They-
Kendall: Oh please. You hardly fill them up. Your mother and I want you
looking amazing this weekend and this speedo does not suit your
little...anatomy. Not one bit.
Mom: My son is just too little... down there. But what are our options,
Kendall?
Kendall: We still have one more pair. (She points to the hanger laying on
the bench to her right.)
Mom: Oh that's right!
They both stared back at me. Without being told, I again grabbed the
final swimsuit and marched back to the changing room. This time I had to
pass by a group of teenage girls lingering by the perfume counter. They
sniggered as I walked by, my speedo slightly squeaking with every step.
Back in the changing room, I hurriedly removed the XXS speedo and put on
this new black one. At this point I was worn out, and I didn't pay it
much attention as I slipped into it. As I snapped it into place around my
groin, I did notice its snugness and silk-like fabric liner. This better
satisfy them, I prayed. I hung the old suit up on its hanger and walked
back to the women. My mom and Kendall were now sitting on the bench by
swimsuit racks. With my hands behind my back, I walked and stood in front
of them, awaiting their judgement.
Mom: Wow! I have to say this is a definite improvement. We may have
finally found one that fits. But it doesn't look any smaller though.
There is just something about it...it just fits better!
Kendall: You're absolutely right. Perfect fit. And you can hardly see his
little member there. Just a little bulge in the front.
Mom: Ha! If you can call that a bulge. Do a little spin for us, dear. Let
us see the back of it.
I twirled around slowly so they could see the back, before facing them
again. They both nodded in approval. Finally!
Kendall: We can go smaller if you want. There is always the children's
department.
Me: No!
Mom: You sure honey?
Me: No more! This one is good enough. It feels great. End of story. Can
we just buy it and leave now?
Mom: Pity. I had wanted to check if the children's sizes fitted you
better. But if you insist, we can go with what you are wearing now. And
you're right...it does fit you well.
Me: Great! Then it's settled. You like this speedo. I like this speedo.
Let's go with it.
Kendall: There is just one slight problem.
My mom and Kendall looked at each other and began to smile together. I
sensed they had some news to share with me.
Kendall: Like I was saying...there is just one thing you're missing dear.
Me: What? (I can't help but sound a bit scared)
Kendall: You aren't wearing a speedo.
Me: What!?
Kendall: You're wearing a bikini. A woman's bikini bottom.
Me: No!
My mom and her burst out laughing upon revealing this deception. I
glanced down at my swimsuit and examined it closer. There were no Speedo
logos anywhere. The brand was one I was not familiar with. I didn't look
inside to check, but I suspected the inner liner was similar to the ones
found in women's panties. I wanted to get out of it. Immediately!
Mom: We just knew you'd never properly fit into any men's swimsuit....not
with your little...bits.
Me: But I can't wear a bikini! It's for women!
Mom: You just said how much you liked it. You just said it "feels great."
Me: But...
Mom: But what's changed? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Me: But I can't wear it! I'm a boy... I just can't!
Mom: I am sick of hearing you complain. First you said you loved it. Now
you hate it. You will wear it. And that's final!
My mom's raised voice caused some other sales ladies to look our way. I
hoped they didn't come over.
Mom: Why the sad face? Don't you see what this means? We can wear the
same bikinis now! But don't worry, I won't make you wear the tops. At
least not yet.
Me: Not yet? (Yet? What is she talking about?)
Mom: Never mind that. Kendall, now that we have finally found his size,
can you show us some more patterns and styles?
Kendall: With pleasure. Right this way you two.
We had to walk halfway across the store to get to the women's swimsuit
section, attracting even more attention from the other staff. I
immediately spotted the rack where my bikini bottom came from.
There we were, standing among scantily clad mannequins, perusing ladies
swimsuits. Kendall and my mom were having a great time. I dutifully
followed them around as they picked out different bikini bottoms for me.
After about twenty minutes or so, my mother had what she needed -a
summer's worth of swimsuits for me. Polka dot bikinis, frilly bikinis,
and string bikinis were just some of those I spied... before they were
placed in her shopping bag. I even saw one bikini with the word "Juicy"
written across its backside before it was tossed into the bag. But at
last, we made it to the final swimsuit section.
Kendall: And here we have our Brazilian bikinis.
Mom: They are adorable! So sexy!
Kendall: They are practically thongs. Or at least something halfway
between a normal bikini bottom and a thong. They are very popular with
the younger generation.
Mom: I can see why. My boy must have one.
Kendall: I think so too. Here, this one seems more your style. A woman's
size small.
With that, Kendall grabbed a hanger off the rack. Hanging from the
plastic clips was a bright pink bikini bottom. It was embarrassingly
small. She held it out for me and I slowly took it from her. It could not
get any worse than this, I thought. I also noticed more sales women were
making their way over to our section. Kendall was waving them over. I
glanced over at my mother.
Mom: We'll wait dear. Go ahead. There are changing rooms over here in
this clothing section too.
Wanting to get away from these women, I made a beeline to the nearest
changing room. With the door shut, I took a deep breath and had a closer
look at my new outfit. Taking it off the hanger, I could hardly tell
which side was the front and which side was the back. They looked the
same. I decided right then to get this over with as quickly as possible.
Off came my old black bikini, and taking another deep breath, I stepped
into the new pink one. I pulled it slowly up my hairless legs until it
was around my waist. I felt the back sliding its way up my bottom like a
thong. I was worried about the front coverage, but after looking myself
over in the mirror, I found that everything was luckily tucked away and
hidden. After a final once over, I opened the door and walked back over
to them.
To my horror, several other sales ladies were there too, talking with
Kendall and my mom. Some were talking amongst each other by the clothing
racks. As I approached, my heart began to race. I felt everyone's eyes on
me.
Kendall: Now isn't that a sight!
This elicited laughter from the assembled crowd. I snaked my way past the
clothing racks until I got where Kendall and my mom were standing. I
stood in front of them with my back to the opposite wall. I wasn't ready
for what was about to happen.
Mom: How do you like your new bikini, dear?
Me: It's ok, I guess.
Mom: Just ok? I love it on you! And it's your favorite color!
As if this humiliation wasn't enough, the bikini fabric started to rub
against me just right. I began to get an erection. Without missing a
thing, Kendall raised her arm and pointed at my crotch.
Kendall: Oh my god! What's that! I think I see a little bulge. Are you
getting excited?
Me: No ma'am.
Mom: Oh I think he is. Yes, very excited. Ladies, look away!
More laughter from the crowd. I felt my little cock straining in futility
against the tight Lycra material.
Mom: It's alright son. Don't feel embarrassed. We're almost done. Now
keep standing there, but turn around and face the wall. And arch your
back! Thrust your little butt out. Give us a good look at the backside.
We all want to see this bikini up close.
I submissively complied...at least now I could hide my face from them.
Turning away from Kendall, my mom and the gathered sales ladies, I faced
the wall. With my hands on my hips and legs spread wide, I stuck my
bikini butt out for all to see. I could hear a few women taking photos
with their phones.
Mom: Isn't it adorable? Such a cute little tush.
Kendall: Soooo cute!
Staring intently at the wall, I could just sense them approaching. In
preparation, I arched my back further. My ass jutted out even more.
Mom: Now don't move, son. We're just going to feel the bikini material.
Right away I could feel their hands on my ass, tugging and probing at the
tiny bikini. Immediately, something began to stir in me. I could feel
myself swelling again, becoming rock hard in an instant. With their hands
caressing me, my excitement began to build and build. I wasn't sure if
they could see how aroused I was. I prayed they wouldn't make me turn
around...
Kendall: This bikini fits him perfectly! I love the Brazilian cut! He
will make an adorable little pool boy.
Mom: I know! And I can't believe I had him wearing a man's swimsuit. This
fits him so much better! My little bikini boy!
They continued to toy with me. I could feel their fingers sliding under
the fabric, tugging at its edges. I started to feel my heart begin to
race and my breathing quicken...but then, a probing finger brushed past
and then pressed firmly against my little asshole. This pushed me over
the edge. It was too much to handle...
I came right then and there. Straining to suppress my involuntary orgasm,
I managed to let out a little, singular grunt as I ejaculated into my
bikini. I attempted in vain to stop myself humping the air in front of
all these women. But hump the air I did. Several times.
As I came loads and loads, one woman let out a gasp. Another snorted in
laughter. I didn't hear anything from my mom or Kendall. I was too
embarrassed to turn around. Although they did abruptly stop touching me.
Mom: Did he just do what I think he did?
Kendall: Oh my god, he did. Didn't he? Just from that?
Mom: Oh my god. Turn around boy. Let us see.
Dreading this, I slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact with any of
the women. My hands covered the front of the bikini.
Mom: What are you hiding?! Move your hands...
Me: I don't want to. Please...can I go change...
Mom: You aren't fooling anyone. Put your hands on your hips and spread
your legs. Now!
I moved my hands to my hips and spread my legs. There I was, standing in
a ridiculous superman-like pose, my little wet spot in full view. When
they saw the dark spot on the bikini, Kendall and my mom had a little
chuckle and mockingly clapped their hands.
Kendall: Looks like he had a little accident. Soiled his pretty new
bikini.
Mom: I am so embarrassed. Sorry girls.
Me: I'm sorry mom...I couldn't help it. Please can I-
Mom: I know dear. But you are right to apologize. Now you are going to
have to wear this bikini home.
Me: Yes mommy.
The fun now over, the other sales ladies slowly left us and wandered back
to their normal stations. My mother rose from her seat and began
collecting her bags.
Mom: Well, I guess that is our cue to leave. Thank you so much for the
help, Kendall. I just love my son's new wardrobe.
Kendall: Oh, don't mention it! I can't wait to see him model the other
pairs. Are we still on for Saturday?
Mom: Yes! My place at around noon. A few of my other girlfriends will be
there. Should be a nice day to relax and lounge around the pool.
Kendall: Can't wait!
They kissed and Kendall left us. She gave me a little wink as she left.
Alone now, my mother approached me and put her hand gently on my hip,
fixing the sideband of the swimsuit.
Mom: Put your trousers and shirt back on. We're leaving. We just have to
pay for these.
With a big grin on her face, she dangled the bags full of bikinis in
front of my face.
Me: Then we go home?
Mom: Not yet. We have to make a few stops first.
Me: Stops? Where?
Mom: Let me see...tanning salon...hairdresser...maybe a few others.
Haven't decided. The fun is not over yet, son. So many things to do
before our party this weekend.
Although I dreaded what was in store for me, a little part of me was
excited. I felt a little twitch in my bikini.
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