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The first thing that Heather remembered that morning was that she had, in
fact, been the one to tell her kids to go to bed early and that she had
very much expected being woken up at 5:30 AM to take them to a boating
trip, and she tried not to be surly about it, even if she felt that both
of her children were acting much younger than usual. (The fact that they
were both in their rainbow one-piece pajamas added to that impression.)
Yes, she knew that she had to get done with the shower quickly, but she
had to go to the bathroom, and even if her children were downstairs with
half-eaten bowls of cereal already, she had to make some breakfast of her
own, and then the car didn't have enough gas to get there so she had to
stop for that as well, and she would certainly not drive in a hurry on
roads she'd never driven on before. At least her son was wearing the
clothes she'd bought him, a polo shirt and shorts that made him look like
more of a wealthier, more well-mannered boy than usual. And they hadn't
forgotten the sunblock, either.
As Richard pointed out, it was exactly 7:08 when they arrived at the
boating dock (there was no data service, her children had been exchanging
texts the whole way), and everyone else had already arrived. Robert and
Willa were at the boat with Majid, discussing where and how Leslie would
be seated, with Caroline helping out. And, of course, there was Susie,
wearing close-fitting long pants, purple sneakers, a light, long-sleeved
shirt, and her own purple lifejacket. "Ricky!" she exclaimed, running up
to him happily and holding up a bright orange lifejacket, and Richard
immediately broke off from his family to talk to her privately. "I see
you got some new boy clothes," she whispered, giggling. "They look good
on you."
He smiled. "And everything looks good on you," he replied, knowing how
awkward it sounded after he said it.
She giggled lightly. "Lift up your arms," she told him, and Richard
wondered if the others could guess that she was experienced at dressing
him, easily slipping the jacket over his arms and head. "Dad knows your
secret," she whispered in his ear, and he stiffened up in sharp fear and
alarm as she finished snapping up his lifejacket. She giggled some more.
"He knows you're the one who caught Leslie's birth parents." Majid had
asked, without preamble or segue, what everyone obviously respected him
so much for. After a bit of back-and-forth regarding secrecy, Robert and
Willa had decided to tell him the truth.
Richard exhaled in relief. "Your Highness, don't DO that!" he whispered
back, and she giggled some more and kissed him, and they hugged deeply,
their lifejackets rubbing as they held each other close.
"I had a really bad dream last night," she quietly confessed. "You were
in a dress and on a stage somewhere, and everyone was watching you and
making fun of you, and I couldn't get to you, and then you exploded." It
hadn't been a cartoon explosion, either. The shock of the bang, a mental
jolt not caused by anything from outside, had woken Susie up. Not knowing
how to reply, he just kept hugging her, his erection growing. "I bet you
had a better night's sleep in your cute jammies," she teased him lightly.
"I did," he admitted in a low voice. "I put in my pacifier, I had on
socks, on my hands too, and hugged a plush rabbit all night." It occurred
to him then just how much of a treasure Susie really was. How many other
possible girlfriends could he have admitted that to? God, he needed her.
He needed her to put him in his prettiest dress and give him housework to
do and turn him into a helpless little baby and make love to him again.
"That is so adorable!" she very quietly squealed in his ear. "You got a
new pacifier?! Where'd you get it?"
"Gift store, in the mall we went to," he explained quietly. "I actually
wore it under my mask."
"You should have shown it to us!" she quietly squealed some more. The
chat had been largely quiet yesterday, mostly occupied by Caroline and
Leslie having a long and meandering conversation about recuperation while
Majid had been teaching Susie how to drive. She hugged him harder,
looking over to the rest of the group, which was throwing more and more
glances their way. "Ricky, you belong to me," she reminded him, quietly
and firmly, directly in his ear. "Fuck the Thirteenth Amendment. You are
mine." He tried not to laugh, both from her swearing and the way she had
put it.
"I'm your property," he quietly agreed, and she kissed him again before
they walked back to the boat together. Majid and Leslie's parents had
finished arranging the seating for her. She was placed on soft foam
cushions and strapped into her seat by a few elastic cords under tension,
all of which were hooked together with a quick-release lanyard in case
the boat capsized somehow. "Hey, Caroline! Feeling better?"
"A lot," Caroline replied brightly, very much back to her old self.
"Nothing like last week. I was just telling your mom how I could have
drove you here."
"And I was about to say that I'm glad I came here myself," Heather
replied. "This is a very nice place." Her husband had brought her to
places like this, and she couldn't help but think of him every time she
went to one. She wondered what the man would have thought of his
children, whether he could have learned to accept them as they were, and
not knowing for sure filled her with deep sadness.
She was not, however, upset or surprised that she wasn't invited for the
ride. The boat was a six-seater; Majid had prepared to take the children
but not the adults. Up front was a single seat for the driver; behind him
were two other seats that were (unfortunately, from Richard and Susie's
point of view) separated by an aisle; in the back were three, counting
the central one that Leslie was strapped into.
"Is this a rental?" Heather asked.
"Yes, you passed my sister's business on your way here," he explained,
and it took Heather and her children a little bit to get it. It wasn't
that he rented a boat. It was that his family rented boats to other
people! Susie smiled at her boyfriend as she took his hand and led him
in, gesturing to his seat across the aisle from her.
A few things were going through Richard's head at that moment. Being able
to objectively look at himself was an ability he tried to cultivate from
time to time, and he imagined what might happen if someone were to say 'A
thirteen-year-old boy is tied into baby bondage by his girlfriend. Where
do you think he will be in a week?' Perhaps one of the hardcore
fetishists might offer a humiliating, sexually depraved, torturous,
utterly dehumanizing, and/or more confining situation; a cynic might
reply with something like 'therapy' or 'unwilling to leave his bedroom';
someone with a bit more knowledge of his situation might wryly opt for
'doing the same thing he was last week'.
The answer turned out to be that he was on a boat, a place that he had
never been before in his life. (One of the other things going through his
head was the relevant Lonely Island song.) The phrase 'how the other half
lives' had a special meaning to him; the princess he so badly wanted to
be his 'other half' was very much a princess, decisively a member of that
other other half.
It was actually a bit chilly on the lake, much cooler than he was
expecting, and he realized why Susie had been wearing long pants. Oh,
right, he knew this one, he'd gotten lucky enough to get an actually good
science teacher one year who had explained how large bodies of water are
slow to heat up and cool down. The deeper waters wouldn't really warm up
for months. He did not complain, and neither did anyone else. He was with
Susie. His only problem was that she was not sitting on his lap.
It was to the group's surprise that Majid called Susie up to the front
once they were in the middle of the placid lake, but just like he taught
her to drive a car, he was teaching her to drive a watercraft. It
certainly didn't look difficult, even if the throttle wasn't a gas pedal;
there were fewer controls than on a car and fewer things to worry about.
There wasn't a brake as such, but you couldn't suddenly put a car into
reverse, either; the reverse on this, as Majid explained, was simply the
propeller flipping over to point the other way. Susie drove for about ten
minutes, making a long, lazy circle and turning back and forth a few
times, and then Majid said it was Richard's turn.
suprised, he accepted the offer immediately, being very careful at first.
He had never driven a car before, but everything still felt subtly wrong,
and he tried to puzzle through the weirdness. Well, it was on water, not
land, and the steering came from the back, not the front. There was no
rudder; the propeller turned when he turned the wheel, and the motor was
more powerful than he was expecting. Majid warned him, as he had warned
Susie, that if he turned the throttle up too high and turned too sharply,
the boat would fishtail badly. He did some turning, experimented a bit,
played around, then he pointed the boat in a straight line and then
gradually turned the throttle all the way up - the boat started bouncing
slightly and the others started cheering in excitement - and he turned it
back down and said that it was someone else's turn. Majid was smiling at
him. Richard was sure the man was testing him, but he had no idea how to
pass. And then Zoe came up, and she liked going back and forth in
fluctuating motions with the wheel, gently rocking Leslie in the back for
a nice, long while. Then it was Caroline's turn, and she barely needed
any instruction at all, intuitively knowing exactly what she was doing,
and Richard wondered if she had done it before.
"I want to try," Leslie said quietly, glad that she wouldn't need her
legs to accelerate or brake, and Zoe amplified her. Richard expected
Majid to say that it was too dangerous, that she had been strapped in
back there for a reason.
Instead, with purpose, the burly man walked to the back of the boat and
leaned down to unhook the disabled girl. Richard had thought that the six
of them would have to maneuver her; instead, Majid simply picked her up
like a baby and carried her to the front as if she weighed nothing at
all. Richard found himself envying that strength, as he wanted to be able
to do the same thing with Susie. It wasn't a matter of personal pride but
of potential necessity. What if she needed him to do something like that,
and he couldn't come through? What if she merely wanted him to do
something like that, and he couldn't obey his princess? He realized that
this wasn't a particularly 'sissy' thing to be worried about, but
masculinity and femininity were on the bottom of his list right then. He
was her submissive, her plaything, her willing slave, her beloved pet. He
could not, would not, disappoint her, and he saw being able to pick her
up as a possible base-level necessity at some point in the future.
The boat smoothly started accelerating with Leslie at the throttle. It
was a very gentle ride; Leslie was having a tough time with the controls
and Majid was silently, patiently helping her. She continued for a while,
driving around in slow circles before daring to turn it up as Richard
had, before she vociferously thanked Majid for the opportunity and he
carried her back to her seat, buckling her in as she was before.
"Before we continue with the entertainment, I would like your assistance
with some cleanup," Majid said, piloting the boat to an acre-sized
island. He opened up a compartment inside the deck, retrieving trash bags
and thick, disposable gloves. "This is state property, but the state
refuses to send anyone to do this," he lamented, and the teens
understood. "Be especially careful of needles, and please try to be
thorough," he told them, pleased that he was actually talking to a group
of teenagers that was willing to do such work. Even his own boys had
disliked doing things like this. But, for this group, it was a small
price to pay for the experience, this was Susie's dad so none of them
were going to complain in front of her, and Caroline had been taught to
clean messes up nearly since she was old enough to make them. Leslie
looked worried that she would be excluded, but he simply picked her up as
he did before, putting her on his shoulders the way Richard had - only
much smoother, much easier - giving her gloves and a trash bag to hold
before tying the boat to a tree with a thin rope.
Of course, Richard and Susie were going off together, and Richard
actually was annoyed - not at Susie's dad but at the inconsiderate losers
who had left so many plastic bottles, crushed beer cans, food wrappers,
and various cigarette and vaping crap around. This was a genuine island
on a lake, a place that ought to be despoiled only by bird poop - there
were plenty of small birds around - and perhaps a family of rabbits or
squirrels. And not only was he picking the trash up, his princess was
doing such manual labor as well!
"One day, when I've got my license and no one's out here, I'm going to
bring you here, just the two of us," Susie said once they were out of
earshot, and his heart leapt. "You'll have your prettiest dress and shoes
on, and your diaper, and maybe a pair of legwarmers, and mittens, too,"
she told him with a smile, knowing that it was making him excited. "Maybe
I'll make sure that none of these trash-leaving creeps are coming to the
island," she said as she disgustedly picked up a well-used and wholly
unidentifiable scrap of cloth, "and we can light a campfire and I'll
bring a sleeping bag, too. Just one." His heart was thudding in his
chest. She looked at him and giggled, feeling a little bit guilty. "I'm
really teasing you, aren't I?"
"It's okay if you tease me, Your Highness," he replied, smiling even as
he picked up a crushed beer can. "But it's only fair if we actually do
those things."
"We will," she assured him. "Maybe by then, you'll be able to pick me up
the way Dad picks up Leslie." He looked at her in surprise. "I knew
that's what you were thinking. 'What if she needs me to pick her up?'" He
stared at her, his mouth slightly open. No one, not Zoe and certainly not
his mother, had been able to read him the way Susie could read him. "When
you can, remember to treat me gently. I am a princess, after all," she
said, giggling lightly. God, just hearing her say that, and he hadn't had
an orgasm in days... She kissed him abruptly, full on the lips. He almost
asked her to stop, that he couldn't take the tension, but he still never,
ever wanted her to stop.
She broke off the kiss and they went back to picking up trash. She
decided it was a good time and place to give him what she considered the
big explanation, the stuff she didn't want to say over text chat, not
even on voice. This one had to be done in person. "When I was ten, Dad
gave me a big long lecture, he said he didn't want to have to explain it,
but he did." The man's tone had been apologetic, as he was telling her
the things she hadn't wanted to hear. "My older brothers were kicking a
ball around, and they were letting me join in, and I think I had said
something that I'd be able to keep up with them when I was older, and
then later my dad said that because I was a girl, I didn't have
testosterone, I wasn't ever going to be as strong as a boy, and if I was
ever going to have an enjoyable life, I'd have to accept that I'd have a
husband who was going to be bigger than me, take charge of me, all that
stuff. 'Wear the pants in the family', he actually said that." She
smiled, picking up half a glass bottle and carefully picking up shards of
broken glass along with it, glad that her father had given them gloves.
"That's when I decided, no way. Not me, Dad. If I'm going to get married,
I don't care if he's bigger than me, I'm going to be the one wearing the
pants in the family. I just needed to find a boy who agreed with me." She
finished picking up the glass, and she and Richard shared a very
meaningful look. "So, which one of us wears the pants?"
"You do, Your Highness," Richard replied without hesitation. He didn't
know if there was a word for what he was feeling. He certainly wasn't
humiliated or upset in any way. He didn't feel restricted, weakened, or
even emasculated.
"And which one of us wears the dress?" she asked.
"I do, Your Highness," Richard replied, smiling. Submissive, he decided.
He was simply feeling submissive. She was a girl, and he was a boy. She
wore the pants, and he wore the dress.
"And you always will." Being told that was comforting, reassuring, and a
faint, contented smile stayed on his face as he continued to work.
They met Caroline going the other way, and she was shaking her head at
the waste, her trash bag full of cans, bottles, and cups. "Can you
believe these people?" she rhetorically asked. "Who brings a McDonald's
cup to a place like this, seriously?"
"The cigarettes are worse," Susie replied, holding the bag out away from
her like it was full of radioactive rats.
"Yeah, people are smoking while there's a disease going around attacking
their lungs. Real smart. Anyway, I'm surprised you two were actually
paying attention." Both Richard and Susie laughed, and they heard the
others talking, Majid still carrying Leslie on his back. Richard figured
that the man must have been in the army or something.
Majid was clearly uncomfortable, though, but not from carrying her. "Did
any of you find any needles?" he asked. None of them had. "Hmm. Richard,
you seem to be the expert here. There have been drug users reported to be
around this area. How would you find them?"
Richard, on the spot and knowing he was being tested, looked for a solid
answer, but none was forthcoming. The possibilities were too broad.
"You'd... have to have somebody watching, there's really no other way.
Maybe a hidden camera? This is a big lake, you don't know where they're
coming from, do you? Actually, if there are drug addicts, they might not
hang out in one place all the time, not way out here, I don't think." A
lot of the trash looked to be months, possibly years, old and might have
been floated in from upstream. "Even if they were here, I don't even know
if they'll be back here or on the shore or somewhere else. I don't think
there's a really good answer."
Majid sighed. "Unfortunately, without knowing who they are and what they
do, I think you are right."
"How do you even know they're doing drugs and not just drinking?"
Caroline asked, jingling her trash bag.
"My sister Yasmin has seen people who were clearly on strong drugs,"
Majid replied. "Maybe they clean up after themselves or this isn't
exactly where they go. I am hopeful that Richard is right and they won't
be back. I appreciate all your hard work." A chorus of "You're welcome"
and "No problem" answered him. "Please do not throw away your gloves just
yet. There are a couple more places that I want to make sure are clean.
Richard, I would like you to drive. I'll show you where I mean to go."
"Okay," Richard immediately agreed, having a surface-level understanding
of Majid's thoughts. He wanted Richard to be the man, take the wheel,
take charge. 'Sorry, sir,' Richard might have said. 'I can take the
wheel, but Susie will always be in the driver's seat.'
As they continued down the lake, the water going faster as it became a
river, it was Caroline who did most of the talking; sitting on Leslie's
right this time, she pointed out various bits of trash, and Richard,
getting the hang of things, carefully maneuvered the boat so that she
could scoop them out. Majid told Richard to continue to a bridge that
they had to take to get there; a lot more trash was under there, to
everyone's disgust, but it was concentrated in a small area and so Leslie
stayed in the boat.
Richard put the boat into reverse to to turn it around - he was very glad
he had played so many driving games when he was younger - and he managed
to do that without even getting close to hitting anything. They went next
to the other side of the lake this time, and that was when Majid pointed
out a very suspicious area, one with trails leading to it and a lot of
visible junk.
It was Leslie who pointed out the broken needle, having seen so many of
them before, even before Majid lifted her from the boat. "Oh wow, you
were right," Caroline said, carefully digging through the sand. There was
other drug stuff there as well, paraphernalia for cooking heroin or
perhaps crack, and Majid packed all of that up separately to be dropped
off at the ranger station.
And then he said that it was getting close to lunchtime, and Susie
leisurely piloted the boat back the rest of the way. Richard was amazed.
Where had the time gone? He hadn't been behind the wheel that long, had
he? How long had they been cleaning up trash? Well, okay, the girls had
been taking turns at the helm for a while, and picking up trash did take
another good while, and he had been going slowly so Caroline could fish
out more trash, but... he realized that he had been in the same mental
place he was in when Susie was babying him. He had been having fun, and
time had flown. He was just glad he had been wearing sunblock; there
wasn't a single cloud in the sky.
The other adults had taken the opportunity to go for a walk, and when
they all met up, Majid treated them to lunch at a very conventional
American diner, and Richard tried not to chuckle at his own unspoken
irony. ('So, that kid in the baby bondage last week, what do you think
he's eating and how he's eating it? Oooh, you guessed neither 'syrupy
waffles and bacon' nor 'like an insatiable glutton'! You lose!') He was
next to Susie again, of course, and instead of feeding him this time, she
wiped his face with a napkin, prompting a few chuckles from the others.
And then they returned to the boat, with the adults taking another walk
and the teens going with Majid to the other end of the lake. The wind
picked up a bit, and Richard had his eyes closed for a lot of it,
enjoying the sensation of his friends driving him around on the light,
steady waves, feeling very, very happy with his station in life.
His deepest fear, the one that had been fueling a lot of his lack of
trust and his reticience, was very simple. He had always been worried
that he was actually harming himself by indulging his desires - in his
initial, furtive explorations, he had even been worried that he was
followparaphenaliaing the path of his father - and that by letting
someone else do such things to him, he would be letting that person harm
him as well. But he had not caused any harm to himself, and neither his
mother nor his friends nor his girlfriend would ever do any actual harm
to him. He even judged that if he were to pit himself against a
theoretical other Richard, one who had suppressed everything and never
entered into that bet with Zoe a couple weeks ago, never even met Susie
(just thinking about that made his mind lurch), he was very certain that
he could beat that other Richard's ass in any contest of anything. That
other Richard would have had his mind on much less important things and
wouldn't have even been swimming.
But this Richard, the person he was, drove a boat and cleaned up some
more trash (Majid wasn't even directing them, not after he'd found the
drug paraphernalia, but the teens were on a mission at that point), and
ate another delicious meal at the diner (this time, Susie let him wipe
her face), and finally went home with his mother, and he and his friends
were all very, very satisfied.
As they continued to exchange texts on the way home, Heather jokingly
pointed out that they hadn't been spending time on their phones while
they were there, but both of them had replied very simply: why would
they? Even if they weren't on a boat, why would they want to do it? Most
of the point of them having their phones was that they could talk to each
other, which was pointless when they were all in the same place. Heather,
much to her children's appreciation, completely understood.
They got home late, and Richard put on his unicorn jammies, popped in his
pacifier, put socks on his hands and feet, and asked his big sister to
take a picture of him for the Squad chat while he hugged Mr. Flopsy,
because Susie had asked to see him like that, and she happily agreed. The
enthusiastic, joyful reactions from all three of the others, particularly
Susie, arrived within a minute, and he smiled behind his pacifier because
he was making his friends happy. This was his new sleeping attire, all
cozied up like the childish little sissy he felt like, and aside from his
unrelieved erection, he had never been happier.
After taking off his jammies the next morning, because he had to be able
to carry his princess should she want it, he began a daily ritual of
thirty push-ups and an equal number of sit-ups before showering, eating
breakfast with his mother, then putting on his pretty dress and high
heels to do housework. That gave him a very expected reaction, but he
reminded himself that he shouldn't cum without Susie's help, and that
only made him stiffen more. Two days, he forcefully reminded himself.
Just two more days. If Susie didn't do something with him on Wednesday -
which was very, very unlikely - he'd have to do it himself, he really
couldn't take it after that. He wondered if it counted as willpower if he
was just trying to be good for his princess, but instead of dwelling on
it, he went back to learning hacking, jumping into truly arcane things
about databases and learning just who Little Bobby Tables was. His skin
started itching a bit and he felt a bit cheated - he had worn a thick
coating of serious sunblock, and he was still slightly fried!
Of course, his sister was as well, and it was another at-home day for
both of them anyway, as Caroline really had to catch up on the work her
dad needed done. Fortunately, she could still drive them on Tuesday, and
the swimming that day went much the same way as Friday's had, with
Richard chasing Susie around the pool as he had before, ignoring the mild
sting of the chlorine on his lightly burned skin. He had another
irritation bothering him more. ('One more day! Just one more day!') And
then Caroline drove them home, dropping off Leslie as well, and Zoe just
straight-up ordered Richard to eat a meal, get a drink, go to the
bathroom, and then stay the fuck in his room for three hours. Richard
understood completely and did not argue; they were doing the thing that
he wanted to do, after all. Deciding that he shouldn't even hear what was
going on - it wasn't his business unless Zoe or Leslie decided it was -
he put his headphones on to play Starcraft instead.
His dick was absolutely throbbing in his rainbow pajamas that night.
Tomorrow, he reminded himself, tomorrow at 2 PM when Susie's father had
left. He could control himself until tomorrow.
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