tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28231017076599720852024-03-17T23:03:57.073-07:00CAUGHT!(TG stories of crossdressing, forced feminization, and humiliation.)Caught_in_pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301517995302614587noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823101707659972085.post-40919035518427729682014-12-01T23:13:00.001-08:002014-12-01T23:26:36.738-08:00Bad Boys Make the Best Good Girls:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tiffany, Jess, and Michelle were walking home through the park when Michelle saw a boy from school skating with some friends. She had a big crush on him and she thought he was the coolest guy in their grade.<br />
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They went over to the bench where he was sitting.<br />
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"Hi...uh... Chris. What's up?" Michelle said nervously.<br />
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Chris looked up for a moment and then back to his friends who were still skating.<br />
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"Hey." He said, uninterested.<br />
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Michelle didn't know what else to say so her friends helped her out.<br />
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"What are you doing this afternoon?" Tiffany said.<br />
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"I don't know, why?" He said.<br />
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Tiffany kept at him, "Well, my parents are out of town and Jess and Michelle are coming over to hang out. Michelle thought it'd be fun to invite you over too."<br />
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Chris thought for a minute before saying, "Can I bring some friends?"<br />
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Tiffany didn't like the idea, "How many?" She said.<br />
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"Nah." Chris said, "Forget about it."<br />
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"So you don't want to come over?" Tiffany asked.<br />
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"I don't know, what are we gonna' do?" He asked, still acting uninterested.<br />
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By now even Michelle was aggravated and just wanted to go home and hang out with her friends. "Are you coming or not?"<br />
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Chris stood up.<br />
"I'm head'n out." He said to his friends, "I'll catch up with you guys later."<br />
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It looked like her parents had been gone for a few days because Tiffany's blankets and pillow were on the living room couch and her clothes were scattered all over the room.<br />
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When they arrived, Chris got comfortable and took off his sweatshirt and then went through the fridge.<br />
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Not long after, Tiffany took the other two girls back to her room and told Chris they'd be right back.<br />
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While they were in Tiffany's room, however, Chris found a pair of pink panties laying in the middle of living room on the wood floor.<br />
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Chris secretly liked to wear girls clothes and often would steal his sister's dresses and underwear.<br />
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When he saw the panties sitting there, and no one around, he knew he had to have them.<br />
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Chris bent down and took them.<br />
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Then he went into the bathroom, he couldn't resist.<br />
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Although his heart was beating furiously, he slipped off his pants and put on the adorable pink panties under his own clothes.<br />
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A few minutes later, he came out and found the girls in the kitchen.<br />
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They were talking to each other and without interrupting, Chris pulled up a chair and sat with them.<br />
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They sat and talked about school and Chris told them what he did when he was skipping school.<br />
He told them he skipped school all the time, but it wasn't really true.<br />
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He could tell Michelle liked him but he acted like he didn't even notice her and as much as possible ignored her when she spoke to him.<br />
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The whole time he was acting like a real jerk and pretending he was a tough guy.<br />
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The other two girls saw that he was making Michelle feel bad.<br />
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Tiffany had enough and got up to go to her room again.<br />
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When she passed Chris, she saw something that made her hit the floor with laughter.<br />
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Her pink panties were sticking up out from the top of Chris' pants.<br />
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Everyone turned around to look at Tiffany in hysterics on the floor, even Chris.<br />
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She was laughing so hard, she was almost crying.<br />
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Jess, Michelle, and Chris could't understand what was so funny and waited eagerly for her to calm down enough to fill them in.<br />
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Finally, she said gasping between waves of laughter, "Chris!..." And more laughter, "Chris... Chris is a sissy!" And then she fell backwards laughing more.<br />
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The other two girls didn't know what she was talking about but Chris did.<br />
Instinctively he reached his hand behind to his lower back to cover up what he could.<br />
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That was when the others saw what Tiffany had seen.<br />
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"Oh my god!" Michelle screamed out.<br />
Jess too exploded with laughter. "He is! He is! What a little girl!" She squealed.<br />
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Chris got up and went for the door but before he could, Tiffany yelled out, "Stop him!"<br />
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Michelle tackled him to the floor hard and the other two quickly came to help her pin him down.<br />
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"Where do you think you're going sweetheart!" Tiffany said.<br />
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"Ya," Jess added, "Show us your panties."<br />
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And together the girls pulled Chris' pants down to his ankles.<br />
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They were tugging and pulling at his panties and although he struggled against them he was powerless to do anything but scream.<br />
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Tiffany grabbed another spare pair of dirty panties that were laying nearby and stuffed them into Chris' mouth.<br />
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Michelle no longer had a crush on Chris now that she knew he was a little sissy. She ran into the bedroom.<br />
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She picked out a strapless floral top and all the make-up she found on the dresser.<br />
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Back in the living room, they forced off the rest of Chris' clothes, leaving him naked except for the panties and then forced him into the top.<br />
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Jess painted his nails while Michelle did his make-up and Tiffany teased his hair.<br />
All three girls were sitting on top of him so he could not escape.<br />
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Michelle's knees pinned down Chris' arms while she worked, applying the mascara.<br />
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About an hour later, they were finished.<br />
The three girls let off him and Chris slowly rolled over as they stared at him grinning.<br />
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He got to it before they could catch him.<br />
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He went to turn the handle.<br />
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It was locked.<br />
He was trapped in the apartment.<br />
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Chris turned around slowly to face the girls who were dying with laughter.<br />
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He had to think of another way out.<br />
Then he thought to himself, "Maybe they're done, maybe they'll let me go now."<br />
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But when he turned around and was standing in front of the three girls, dressed only in the pink panties and flowery top, he knew this was only the beginning.<br />
And he began to plead and beg.<br />
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"Please! Please let me go. You've had your fun. Let me go!"</div>
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But the girls just kept on laughing.</div>
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"Please!" He tried again. "Where is the key?"</div>
Chris asked, holding out his hand.<br />
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The girls were laughing very hard by now and Chris stopped long enough to look down at what they had done to him.</div>
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"Oh shit." He said quietly to himself.</div>
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After seeing his feminized self, he began to get excited.</div>
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Standing there in front of Tiffany, Jess, and Michelle, Chris began to get an erection. </div>
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He tried to cover himself but it was too late.</div>
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All three had seen it and they were hurting with laughter.</div>
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Chris couldn't stop.</div>
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He began to rub himself and the girls watched in disbelief.</div>
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He was moaning and didn't care anymore that they were laughing.</div>
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Finally, he finished and creamed into his pink panties, reaching out to hold onto the dresser.</div>
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He couldn't believe what he had done but it was too late for all that. </div>
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The three girls had trapped him and they had won. </div>
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They had really won and now there was a stain on the crotch of his panties to prove it.</div>
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Chris stood up straight, looked at the girls, and asked with a hint of mischief, "Well, what else do you have for me to wear?"</div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mike only had female friends growing up. Over the years he had secretly envied not being able to do girly things with them and so one day he asked Beth to let him officially join them in a girl's night out. Of course, Beth was thrilled. They curled his long hair and found the perfect black cocktail dress for him to wear. Beth was so sweet to him throughout the entire process but couldn't help letting out a little giggle when she saw how small his penis was tucked into her black thong panties.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When senior portraits came, Rick could not believe his mom was going through with her threat. He hadn't picked his grades up and so, to his utter horror, she had let the next-door neighbors dress him up for the yearbook pictures. How humiliating, the entire senior class would have a permanent reminder of what a sissy he was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As they had done many many times before, the girl's had seduced a guy they picked up at the bar and begun the sissification process. This one didn't seem too hard to break, within the hour he would be shaved head to toe, put into a frilly dress and panties, then shoved back out onto the street.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Can I please change out of this stuff now? This mall is so crowded."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Did you get that cute boy's number who was checking you out?"</span></div>
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It was Amber's 21st Birthday.</div>
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She was out celebrating with her friends but was feeling sad because she had just learned the week before that her jerk of a boyfriend Derek had been cheating on her.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz6eD1ABcdWYExaGW9kit0Up-uKMa0glnxazge2SCRhyphenhyphenFG6QeFt0j7-2bnced_tCEA3rSSDGqYNeAqVJzCDf2AL-53BDhFYBOU-zNhnn6Ud99axydun9TBYpMH8Bw5XkIsosFoVLNyabY/s1600/IMG_4222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz6eD1ABcdWYExaGW9kit0Up-uKMa0glnxazge2SCRhyphenhyphenFG6QeFt0j7-2bnced_tCEA3rSSDGqYNeAqVJzCDf2AL-53BDhFYBOU-zNhnn6Ud99axydun9TBYpMH8Bw5XkIsosFoVLNyabY/s1600/IMG_4222.jpg" height="232" width="320" /></a>Holly was Amber's best friend.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">She was tall and blonde and sexy and she could easily get any guy she wanted.</span><br />
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Holly hated seeing Amber so down and wanted to cheer her up very badly.<br />
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So she came up with a plan to give Amber the best birthday present ever.<br />
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The Skype call was due any minute.<br />
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A few days ago, Holly had "accidentally" run into Derek at the gym. That night she had taken him home with her and seduced him. Before they made it to the bedroom however, she told him to dress up in some of her clothes. Derek didn't want to and when Holly insisted, he left without getting to sleep with her.<br />
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As luck would have it though, the very next day, Derek called Holly and told her he would do anything to be with her.<br />
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And so Holly sent over something for Derek to prove that he meant what he said with specific instructions that he was to Skype her at 5:00PM wearing what was in the box.<br />
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Wearing the wig and panties and heels and maid's dress, he signed into Skype and with his heart racing, messaged Holly.<br />
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When the call came through at dinner, Holly pulled Amber aside and they answered together.<br />
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Derek was leaning back, giving a nice upskirt panty shot to the camera when the two girls turned on the camera. It took him a minute to realize that Holly wasn't alone.<br />
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Derek sat up as quick as he could and went to turn off the call.<br />
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Holly stopped him saying, "It's too late sweetie. If you don't want us to show these pictures to anyone, tell Amber happy birthday."<br />
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Derek wanted to cry. He was caught and he knew it.<br />
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There was no doubt in his mind that Amber hated his guts and wanted to humiliate him, but what other choice did he have?<br />
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"H-happy, ha-happy birthday, Amber." Derek managed.<br />
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"Good girl," said Holly, "Now tell her she looks pretty."<br />
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"Y-you look really pretty Amber."<br />
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"Thanks!" Said Amber, "So do you!"<br />
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"Hey little girl, stay on the line okay? We're about to order our food..."<br />
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The waiter came and Amber put the phone face down on the table.<br />
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All the while, Derek was sitting on camera wearing make-up and panties and a skimpy maid's dress.<br />
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Finally, he got up and decided to turn off the camera, but just as he went towards the computer, he heard Amber's voice.<br />
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"Hey girl's check out what Holly got me for my birthday!"<br />
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Before he could stop it, Holly's screen appeared again and he was staring a room full of girl's in the face.<br />
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When Holly saw the number, she handed the phone to Amber.<br />
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"You are the best friend I will ever have." Amber said with a giant grin.<br />
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They were Juniors in High School and just beginning to explore relationships in the bedroom.<br />
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Megan's parents were split up but they still lived in the same town to share joint-custody of their daughter. She spent 3 days a week with her dad and 4 days with her mom.<br />
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Since her father was found guilty of infadelity, Megan's mom won a large settlement and moved into a new 6 bedroom house with two garages and a pool.<br />
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Needless to say, Megan liked spending time at her mom's new place more than her dad's new apartment. To make the deal even sweeter, her mom was out of town a lot and so even on days when she was supposed to be with her dad, she told him she was sleeping over at a friend's and got the entire place to herself.<br />
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This is how, James and Megan got to be together, uninterupted, or nearly uninterupted as it turned out for the entire weekend.<br />
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The two had had a magical Friday night and were still glowing the next morning.<br />
Feeling frisky, Megan suggested they should spend the entire day naked. James agreed seeing as how her mom wasn't due home for another day, and it would lead to some more fun.<br />
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The morning went according to plan but around mid-day the couple realized they had nothing left to eat in the house. And so reluctantly Megan decided to make a quick run to the grocery store.<br />
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"Now, now." James said jokingly, "The deal was we'd do everything naked."<br />
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Megan laughed and added, "Just because I have to put clothes on to go out for a bit doesn't mean you can."<br />
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She threw on some panties and a skirt and top, saying, "I expect you to be just as you are when I come home."<br />
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They kissed and Megan left in a hurry to get the shopping done quickly.<br />
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James looked around the living room for something to fill the void of time.<br />
He thought about watching T.V. but then, through the window remembered Megan's mom had a pool.<br />
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Without hesitation, he went outside and jumped in.<br />
The water felt great and refreshing.<br />
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He swam a few laps before hearing the garage door open around the side of the house. He thought this was weird as Megan usually just parked in the driveway but thought it must be easier to get the groceries in through there.<br />
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He hopped out of the pool but hadn't remembered to bring a towel out with him, so instead, James walked to the sliding glass door and called inside, "Hey sweetie, I'm out back but I forgot to bring a towel, can you grab me one?"<br />
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There was no response but to his utter horror, Megan's mom walked around the corner with her phone up to her ear and mouth completely a-gape. "I'm gonna' have to call you back..." She trailed off and put the phone down.<br />
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James covered himself. He was standing, sopping wet halfway in the door, naked except for his sandals in front of Megan's mother.<br />
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"Uhm.. I can explain." He stuttered.<br />
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"Where's Megan?" She damanded.<br />
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"She went out, we..."<br />
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Again he was cut off, "Where are your clothes!?"<br />
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James tried to think quick, "You see what happened is that Megan went out and... and I wanted to go swimming, but I didn't bring a bathing suit... so I thought I'd be real quick and..."<br />
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Megan's mom lost her scowl and a maniacle smile came over her face. "You didn't have a bathing suit you say?"<br />
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"Y-yes mam'."<br />
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"Well I'm sure you could have borrowed one of my daughters, couldn't you?"<br />
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James was shocked by the sudden shift in tone, "I could have what?"<br />
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"Borrowed one, silly boy. There's plenty lying around in her room. Just go grab one of those." She smiled again and James felt a nauseous feeling grow into his stomach.<br />
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"No, I think I'm all done swimming now." He said.<br />
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"I said go get a bathing suit!" She almost screamed at him.<br />
James was so terrified, he had forgotten he was soaked and ran into the house obediently.<br />
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"This is insane! What am I doing?" He thought to himself as he searched as fast as he could for one of Megan's swimsuits.<br />
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He found heaps of bikinis in one of the drawers in her room.<br />
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Digging through them to find the least revealing swimsuit, James called down to Megan's mother, "You know I think I really have to be going now."<br />
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There was no reply.<br />
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He went to find his own clothes but heard a voice behind him in the doorway.<br />
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Megan's mom had followed him up the stairs.<br />
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"See, I knew she had plenty of extras for you. Go ahead, put it on." She said calmly.<br />
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James was scared. He knew he was in big trouble and just wished Megan would show up to straighten everything out.<br />
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"I said PUT IT ON!" She yelled at him.<br />
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James struggled to find the correct leg holes for the bottoms. Finally, he pulled the pink and white flowered bikini bottoms up his legs.<br />
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Megan's mom could't hide her amusement.<br />
"You know what, I could use a little relaxing pool time too."<br />
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"I really don't feel like swimming." James reaffirmed.<br />
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"That's fine with me," she said, "We can just lay out in the sun. You know, catch some rays, as the girl's say. We'll wait for Megan to come home out there."<br />
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James' heart was in his stomach.<br />
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Megan's mom was watching him with great amusement from her chair near the house.<br />
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She enjoyed humiliating the boy and couldn't wait to see her daughter's reaction when she came home.<br />
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Silently and sheepishly, James rolled up onto his side as he heard Megan's car pull into the driveway.</div>
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Since his parent's had left for their getaway on Friday morning, it was up to Ben to pick his little sister up from school that afternoon.<br />
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Seizing the chance to have the entire house to himself, he rolled a joint and got stoned in the living room as soon as his mom and dad were out of the driveway.<br />
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Dazed, Ben answered, "Uh, hello?<br />
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"Yes, is Mrs. Lancey there?" Came a serious voice of a middle-aged women on the other line.<br />
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"Uh, no. Not right now. Can I umm... take a message or something?"<br />
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"This is Mrs. Conway, the principle here at Riverside Middle School. Amy Lancey has been waiting outside for her ride for the last 45 minutes. Can you please tell..." Ben didn't even listen to the rest of what Mrs. Conway was about to say.<br />
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He slammed the phone down, grabbed the keys, and ran out the door.<br />
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"Shit!" He kept saying over and over again on the ride to the school.<br />
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She opened the passenger door and got in.<br />
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"Where have you been!?!" she demanded.<br />
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"Sorry, Amy, I got held up." Ben said.<br />
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"Whatever, you're in so much trouble when I tell mom and dad how late you were."<br />
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When they got to the house, Amy slammed the car door and went inside without saying anything.<br />
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Ben thought that she was just being young and dramatic and that he could make it up to her somehow over the weekend.<br />
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He walked up the front steps to the house but before he could get to the front door he hear Amy from inside, "Oh! You are so busted!!!"<br />
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In the living room, Amy had found his marijuana that he had left on the table in his hasty exit.<br />
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"Please," Ben pleaded. "I'll do anything."<br />
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Hearing those magic words, Amy snapped out of her anger immediately.<br />
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"Well, first off. I want Tiffany and Leslie to sleepover all weekend."<br />
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"And," Amy continued, "I want pizza for dinner!"<br />
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"If that's what you want. Is that all?"<br />
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Amy thought for a moment, "Yeah, for now."<br />
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Amy glared at her brother. "Are you high?" she asked.</div>
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"No." Ben said defiantly.</div>
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"Yes you are." Amy responded. "I'm still gonna' tell mom."</div>
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"Amy don't!" Ben pleaded.</div>
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"Then you're going to do exactly as I say..." She narrowed her eyes as she spoke and Ben felt a cold chill run throughout his body.</div>
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"W-What do you want me to do?" Ben mumbled.</div>
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"We're going to play dress up." She said and sent a smirk towards Tiffany and Leslie.</div>
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He looked across the table at Amy's two friends who were giddy with excitement to see their friend's power over him.<br />
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Tiffany just smiled back at Amy.<br />
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With a mouthful of pizza, Leslie said, "Ooooo, this is gonna' be so much fun!"<br />
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They picked out for him a black polkadot dress from Amy's closet and a pair of little girl's white cotton embroidered panties which were both much too small for him.<br />
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With his head buried in his hands and face in the couch, Ben sobbed. Leaning over with his dress pulled up and pantied butt in the air, he heard Tiffany yell out over the laughing girls.</div>
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"He's peeing his panties!" she screeched.</div>
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"Looks like we've got a little baby girl to deal with..." Amy said. "I've got just the thing for a baby like you."</div>
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Ben looked up at her with blurry eyes and soaked panties. He was in for a long weekend.</div>
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"It's far too late for all that." His mom said calmly.<br />
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"I'm sorrrrry."<br />
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"No use apologizing now. Your sister will be home shortly and she'll help you get ready. In the meantime, I suggest you pull yourself together, go into the bathroom and get cleaned up." She turned and left him alone.<br />
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Eric had been caught in his sister Angela's room again.<br />
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"THIS ISN'T FAIR!" He screamed down the hall after his mother. Slamming the door as hard as he could. He was in the midst of a sissy temper tantrum.<br />
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He knew the punishment. There was no getting out of it this time.<br />
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As promised, Angela arrived shortly after and was delighted to hear the news. She grabbed her phone and made the calls.<br />
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"He's all yours." Their mother said.<br />
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With a maniacal smirk on her face, Angela came into the bathroom and started the tub.<br />
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Eric was still wearing his sister's blue panties, t-shirt, and white denim jacket. By now the anger was used up and he just sat and cried.<br />
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She smiled without empathy and handed him a pink razor.<br />
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Eric wiped his eyes and got into the bath. He shaved his privates as instructed. Then he shaved his legs and armpits.<br />
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Angela had used a lavender perfumed soap and she had in her excitement already begun working on his make-up.<br />
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"Turn and face me." She said.<br />
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"Erica!" she said sternly.<br />
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He turned to look at his older sister.<br />
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"Oh my gosh! You look so pretty!" She squealed.<br />
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"I'm gonna get you back for this." He said quietly.<br />
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Her mood shifted suddenly, "Oh I seriously doubt that. After tonight, you're going to be my little bitch. Forever."<br />
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Eric knew she was right. He got out of the tub and Angela handed him a towel.<br />
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"Get dried off, your dress is laying out in the other room."<br />
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"Please, Angie, please." He whimpered.<br />
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He put it on like a good girl but struggled with the clasps.<br />
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"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it soon. There's plenty of time to practice."<br />
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"We should get a move on it, I told them to meet us at six." Angela reminded him, "You know, it's kinda too bad you're so worried about this whole thing. The girls are gonna' love you! I promise."<br />
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"Adorable!" she said, "I still can't believe you're mine to keep!!!"<br />
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She grabbed Eric by the wrist and led him out of the room.<br />
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In the kitchen, their mother was reading a magazine and at the appearance of the children she stopped and looked up.<br />
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"Oh sweetie! You look so precious." She then proceeded to give Angela the keys to the car and her credit card. "Don't stay out too late."<br />
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"Yes, mom." They both said in unison.<br />
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Angela drove them straight to the mall. Eric sat very low in the seat.<br />
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"Relax, would ya!?!" His sister teased, "You're probably just anxious because that dress doesn't fit quite well enough. I gotta' admit, baby bro, you're definitely a petite."<br />
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Eric tugged at the bottom of the dress that had ridden up when he sat down. "How could she possibly make me wear something smaller than this?" he thought.<br />
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Eric stood awkwardly near her.<br />
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A breeze blew past and Eric struggled to keep the hem of his skirt down.<br />
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"Sit down silly!"<br />
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Eric stayed standing, battling the wind.<br />
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"Oh! I forgot, you probably don't know how to sit in that dress!" She laughed aloud, "Well, sissy brother lesson 101..."<br />
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She was just about to explain when in the distance she saw her friends.<br />
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Angela sprang to her feet, "OVER HERE GIRLS!" She yelled across the square.<br />
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Eric looked to where she was yelling. The mall was crowded and many people turned to see who had been yelling so loudly. Eric felt his cheeks go flush with the newly drawn attention. He was still standing on the sidewalk, near the road. He thought about running.<br />
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They waved at Angela and he could tell they were trying to figure out who she'd brought along with her to go shopping.<br />
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Angela saw their confused looks and went to remedy the situation.<br />
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"I BROUGHT MY LITTLE BROTHER WITH ME!" She screamed as loud as she could. Then to further Eric's humiliation, she pointed at him.<br />
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The girls made a big scene. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" They yelled, pointing and laughing and cheering. "I CAN'T BELIEVE HE LET YOU DRESS HIM UP!"<br />
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Angela laughed along with them before saying, "AND LOOK AT THIS! IT GETS BETTER!" In one quick motion she pulled the front of Eric's dress up to show off his little pink lace panties.<br />
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Eric recovered as fast as he could, grabbing the dress, but it was too late.<br />
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They had caught him spying on their sleepover and had forced him into a lace panty thong and pink sweatpants. He jumped up on the table to get to the window.</div>
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Looking beneath the covers at his fully feminized body, his stomach dropped and he could only remember fragments of everything that had happened after the party.</div>
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As fast as he could in his hungover state, Jacob jumped out of bed and stripped off the panties and t-shirt he had worn to bed.</div>
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He scoured the room in search of the clothing he had worn to the party.</div>
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"Where are my clothes!?" He thought in desperation.</div>
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Jess' eyes looked up and down him body, "Are you looking for your clothes?"</div>
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"I threw them out, silly. The way you were acting last night, you obviously didn't need them anymore."</div>
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The two other's appeared in the hall and walked into the room. Still giggling about their sissy dress-up doll.</div>
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"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake." Claire said.</div>
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"I guess we should find something for him to wear today." Said Ashley, looking directly at Jacob.</div>
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"Okay, little girl." Jess said to the delight of the other two girls. "Let's find you something to wear for the walk home."</div>
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"But then everyone will see me in girl's clothes!" He protested.<br />
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"Well, it's true, we can't keep him forever."<br />
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"But I at least want to have a little more fun."<br />
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"What do you mean?"<br />
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"You know, so no one knows it's you." She continued.<br />
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Before Jacob could accept their offer, Jess turned at grabbed a pair of panties and bent down to put them on him.<br />
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Jacob knew from experience that it was useless to resist her.<br />
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"What a good little girl you are. Not even putting up a fight." She commended him.<br />
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She slid the pink cotton panties over his feet and up his leg, all the while, the other two girls just watched.<br />
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"Okay, now you've messed your make-up so I want you to go into the bathroom and fix yourself up real nice. We've got to make you convincing as a girl, so you can get home without anyone recognizing you."<br />
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Jacob got up and went into the bathroom.<br />
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There before him was all the cosmetics that had been used throughout the course of the night on him.<br />
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He couldn't believe it. Even now, sober, he was turned on by wearing Jess' panties.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKHCLuLIVdXLN3uxLBWeat3Tw0HV0oHAmglifH2f5MJPzhHVP5ZKySuIl1nt2Y34zrB22Eo1mmVOZ5vQ8lEyoipTwRvxhG0Q2pdaebV8Kiyyy3bnzDGYzZ3QaFLORIzUCTr0rMZrYIgLH/s1600/bdg-0247p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKHCLuLIVdXLN3uxLBWeat3Tw0HV0oHAmglifH2f5MJPzhHVP5ZKySuIl1nt2Y34zrB22Eo1mmVOZ5vQ8lEyoipTwRvxhG0Q2pdaebV8Kiyyy3bnzDGYzZ3QaFLORIzUCTr0rMZrYIgLH/s200/bdg-0247p.jpg" width="196" /></a>In the bedroom, the girls had left and so he began to put together an outfit for himself.<br />
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He slipped into a pink sweater and began looking for something to wear with it.<br />
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The girls came back into the room and he turned to get their opinion of his make-up job.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyPtsA4iRlMJsoe6d8E7HEHGFN8PeqFF3WWGtjfwF8bIQTLAebLxn8Eu_p0VEGU-UU0c0KlwopZyJJrH8JEVUpvH1jUiLHb0EUWmdtUyHcEMqjlH6yfa7lZyaGUVOmXI4kvq2t-Nxeoobv/s1600/bdg-0239p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyPtsA4iRlMJsoe6d8E7HEHGFN8PeqFF3WWGtjfwF8bIQTLAebLxn8Eu_p0VEGU-UU0c0KlwopZyJJrH8JEVUpvH1jUiLHb0EUWmdtUyHcEMqjlH6yfa7lZyaGUVOmXI4kvq2t-Nxeoobv/s320/bdg-0239p.jpg" width="320" /></a>"What do you think?" Jacob said, striking a pose.<br />
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Claire, Ashley, and Jess all started to laugh when they saw how feminine his gesture was.<br />
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"You do look cute." Jess admitted, "But see if you can find something more 'girly' to wear."<br />
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Jacob said he would try.<br />
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"We'll be in the kitchen, when your ready to try again."<br />
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Jacob searched until he found an outfit he thought the girl's would approve of.<br />
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He put on a grey dress with lace shoulders and found matching lace panties.<br />
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The girls were waiting for him just as they said they would be.<br />
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"Go ahead, spin for us. Show us what you're wearing." Ashley said.<br />
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Jacob again, did as he was told and showed off the dress to the girls.<br />
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And then to their astonishment and without asking, he bent over and showed off the panties he had selected.<br />
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"Haha," Claire laughed, "very sexy. But don't you think that those pretty panties are a little too see-through?"<br />
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Jacob re-evaluated his selection.<br />
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The girls were right. Someone on the street would notice he was a boy immediately wearing this.<br />
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He had a funny, puzzled look on his face.<br />
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Again, Jacob posed so femininely the girls couldn't help but be a little proud of their creation.<br />
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"Oh hunny, you're hopeless." Jess teased, "Don't worry, I'll help you find something to wear."<br />
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Jess took Jacob back into her room.<br />
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She picked out a short skirt and simple black top. "Here you go Jake, you don't have to go over the top to look good."<br />
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He put the clothes on.<br />
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"How does it feel?" She asked.<br />
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"I like it." He said with a smile.<br />
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"You should take it for a walk around the block to make sure before you go all the way home."<br />
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Jacob agreed and she handed him a coat and the keys to her apartment.<br />
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The girls called to him from the kitchen as he was leaving out the front door, "Just a walk around the block to see how it feels, ok? Don't take too long."<br />
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Jacob walked outside.<br />
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He hadn't made it but a few steps when he immediately regretted what he was wearing.<br />
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As he walked towards the street, he could feel the cold wind on his butt and between his legs.<br />
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He could hear people talking up ahead.<br />
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Without taking another step, he turned and ran back to the front door of Jess' apartment.<br />
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Anxiously, he tried the key in the lock, but it didn't work.<br />
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He tried another key, but non of them seemed to work.<br />
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The voices were getting closer.<br />
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He banged on the door but no one came.<br />
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He could distinctly hear two men and others with them.<br />
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Desperately he tried the first key again.<br />
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"Please work, please work!" He said to himself.<br />
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The group turned the corner, the lock clicked open.<br />
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He flung himself inside, panting.<br />
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The girls appeared and asked what had happened.<br />
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"I... I can't do this." Jacob said.<br />
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"Oh, don't be so melodramatic." Jess reprimanded him.<br />
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The girl's led Jacob back into the bathroom and had him sit down on the toilet.<br />
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Then Jess pulled out from under the sink a bunch of hair-dying supplies.<br />
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"We're gonna dye my hair?" Jacob asked.<br />
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"Ya! Then no one will know it's you!" Ashley said in a tone that was so positive Jacob couldn't argue.<br />
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"I recently used the same coloring on my hair." She told him, "We'll be like sisters!"<br />
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"What's this for?" He asked.<br />
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"Come on, we both know you're not doing all this just to get home."<br />
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Jacob looked away ashamed, he knew she was right. He went into the bathroom to put on the underwear.<br />
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"Hey girls!" Jess called to the kitchen, "He's ready!"<br />
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They came immediately.<br />
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"Come out, come out wherever you are sissy." Claire said.<br />
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"Where is he?" Asked Ashley.<br />
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"Don't worry." Jess winked, "He'll be out when he's ready."<br />
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The girls waited patiently for Jacob to finish getting himself ready.<br />
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As Jess had said, the party was ending and many had left.<br />
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But there were still a few remaining girls who now stood laughing and pointing at the sissy from the hallway.<br />
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Some of those gathered thought there was nothing funnier in the entire world than the sight of this drunken cross-dresser, others were appalled, and still a few more were impressed that he looked so much like a girl.<br />
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More and more people from the other rooms were gathering in the doorway to see what all the commotion was about.<br />
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Trying to cover himself, the group was unforgiving and cheered the scene on from the door.<br />
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Jacob looked down, still in shock at the choice of panties the mysterious girl had chosen to dress him in.<br />
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"Did you pick those out yourself?!" Someone from the hallway asked.<br />
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One of the girls had taken out a camera and was passing a photo of Jacob around.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PLETBgsLUPEyFQtJ54nrgFVi7H3QzQPBFGEFAx53ji3fsEmXOT4bJZBAE2ShAphXGVoBKLD12XgXcCYEepvTsD19AI_RkK-SgzIO3RLKVx1rzDrQlIIr6yJzWkASM2KufQQ1N2d6PGQ9/s1600/heroimage.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PLETBgsLUPEyFQtJ54nrgFVi7H3QzQPBFGEFAx53ji3fsEmXOT4bJZBAE2ShAphXGVoBKLD12XgXcCYEepvTsD19AI_RkK-SgzIO3RLKVx1rzDrQlIIr6yJzWkASM2KufQQ1N2d6PGQ9/s320/heroimage.jpeg" width="320" /></a>He wanted to die. This was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened in his entire life.<br />
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And it was all his ex-girlfriend's fault.<br />
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Jess got a phone call and left Jacob with the jeering crowd.<br />
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A moment later she came back.<br />
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She joined the end of a line of girls in the doorway.<br />
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"Hey Jacob, Vicky just called."<br />
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Jacob looked up at her, still swimming from the alcohol.<br />
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Jess continued, "She told me she had heard you were really drunk and asked if you could just sleep here. I told her, of course!"<br />
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His blood ran cold.<br />
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Jacob realized his night was just beginning.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQGunroL4FzLXEv1-z5OfJWWHI_IB5lg4aMtqeSTip7qWOv8ece2XTS8H7lS4YlFSqp4tOCCQHKTFjkn0zUocrbamc55ocLauoSlrGsB0uUVzAnUS5aoltm2CwTTI4HaoAdzwWP1PgZAL/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQGunroL4FzLXEv1-z5OfJWWHI_IB5lg4aMtqeSTip7qWOv8ece2XTS8H7lS4YlFSqp4tOCCQHKTFjkn0zUocrbamc55ocLauoSlrGsB0uUVzAnUS5aoltm2CwTTI4HaoAdzwWP1PgZAL/s320/3.jpg" width="195" /></a>He tried to stand and struggled because of the jeans around his ankles.<br />
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"WOOHOO! Look at that cute little sissy butt!"<br />
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Jacob shifted one hand to cover his ass.<br />
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The scene was ridiculous, he held one hand over his crotch and the other trying to hide his butt from the gaggle of girls.<br />
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This was all too much. He leaned down (to another row of cheers) and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDgRL-osXf9DbGDKyT8b8KeFPwis_rPE-klVjRQr0hWot6Qgu7VNc-GBOaqPQIJcpbYVW5AX55Twtl27D_z_MBFH38KEpa5uFLfc9CH5HhZRZ7OLjFzrI3eqNdaa7DtD5BRIJRFN3LaIn/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDgRL-osXf9DbGDKyT8b8KeFPwis_rPE-klVjRQr0hWot6Qgu7VNc-GBOaqPQIJcpbYVW5AX55Twtl27D_z_MBFH38KEpa5uFLfc9CH5HhZRZ7OLjFzrI3eqNdaa7DtD5BRIJRFN3LaIn/s1600/5.jpg" /></a>If he wasn't going to be allowed to leave, and this was to be a night he could never forget, he wanted to make sure instead he would never remember it.<br />
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But he still had to do something, to make them stop laughing at him.<br />
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In doing so, he dropped the bottle.<br />
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Exposing himself completely to the girls in the hall, they became out of control.<br />
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A group of three girls were laughing so hard they lost their balance and fell on top of each other.<br />
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Jess contained her laughter the best and moved into the room.<br />
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Then she gave him a loud SMACK on the ass as he bent down.<br />
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Jacob lost his balance and took a spill.<br />
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"If you wanted something else to where why didn't you just say so!?!" Cried Jess.<br />
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The girls in the hallway were excited at this idea and all gathered into the room to find Jacob some new clothes.<br />
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Jacob struggled to get free but there were just too many of them and he was too drunk to get away.<br />
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One of the girls forced the panties back up his legs while another found another "prettier" pair of jeans from the dresser.<br />
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For a moment, Jacob got one arm free and tugged at the panties but he was quickly subdued.<br />
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Releasing him, he tried to run away but was blocked at each exit.<br />
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One of the girls realized the bulge showing in the front of the jeans.</div>
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"Oh my god!" she screamed, "He's having fun!"<br />
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Jacob tried to again, in vein, to cover himself.</div>
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Jacob began to cry. He was scared and out numbered.</div>
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They were having so much fun.<br />
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Jess took pity on him and brought some more alcohol.<br />
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The girls decided they didn't like this outfit and grabbed Jacob by the wrists and legs, forcing him to the ground again.<br />
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They stripped him naked again. Holding him down, he was so confused.</div>
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After the first few, and with lots of liquor, Jacob began to lighten up. He began to secretly, in a way, to enjoy the attention.</div>
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Soon, the girls began to notice the change in their victim.<br />
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They decided they didn't need to pin him down between outfits.<br />
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He was still very sloppy with alcohol and even if he wanted to, they decided, he couldn't get away.<br />
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Jacob actually continued to fall down throughout the night and had to be helped up.<br />
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Before long, Jacob was laughing along with the rest of the girls. Showing off his cute panties at will.<br />
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And there he waited patiently for the girls to choose what he would wear next.<br />
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Finally, one of the girls said, "Hey! Did you all know it's almost 4am!?! We've been doing this for 3 hours straight!"<br />
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Then Jess said she needed to go to bed and thought they should find an outfit for Jacob to sleep in.<br />
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Tonight, he had only one agenda. Jacob wanted to get as drunk as possible.<br />
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He only knew a few people but most of them were friends of his ex-girlfriend, Vicky.<br />
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Vicky had just broken up with him for cheating and Jacob had in mind to prove to himself it had been worth it.<br />
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Since he was alone and didn't really know anyone, he took shot after shot to loosen himself up a little.<br />
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Stumbling, he fell immediately into the crowd and knocked into a group near the door.<br />
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"WHOA!" said one girl laughing.<br />
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"That guy was a mess!" The same girl yelled over the music.<br />
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Jacob mingled a little more before falling a second time. Like the first time, he was helped up.<br />
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He walked over to her with the confidence from the alcohol, "I... looooooooovvvvvveeeeee..... your shhhhhhirt."<br />
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She smiled at him, "You're very drunk."<br />
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"That, I is--am." Jacob agreed. "Look! We match!" He gestured at her shirt again and gestured at the bottle in his hand. "But where oh where, oh where, oh where, can I get myself one of those. I need to be wearing one of those too!"<br />
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"You want mine?" The girl said matter of factly, "I can take it off for you."<br />
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Jacob was taken aback and had to shake his head straight to make sure he understood what she'd just said. Never before had he been successful with such ease. "Uhh..." Was all he could manage.<br />
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The girl in the Jack Daniels shirt called out across the room, "Hey Jess, I'm taking Jacob in the back room, he says he wants a new shirt to wear."<br />
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Jess waved from across the room. It was her party, it was her house, she was a friend of his ex.<br />
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Jacob took his clothes off, still trying to get a grasp on the whole situation.<br />
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"Hey," he stammered, "How'd d'you know my name?"<br />
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She had taken out her phone and took a few pictures of him undressing, "Oh, me and Vicky go way back."<br />
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At hearing his ex's name he added, "Goooood, then you knowww."<br />
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"You know that I'm a freeeee man now!" he said triumphantly.<br />
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"Is that so?" she said, "Well, we should celebrate then! Let's find you something pretty to wear."<br />
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Jacob had barely heard the second part of what she had said. He was completely naked and concentrating just to stand up straight. "Wait, what d'you just say?"<br />
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"Didn't you want to change shirts?" the girl said wryly.<br />
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"No!" Jacob cried without tact, "I wanted you to take off your clothes!"<br />
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"Oh, that's right! Well, if I take my clothes off, then you're going to have to put them on."<br />
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And so the girl too took off all of her clothes and laid them out neatly for Jacob.<br />
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After she had finished, Jacob moved towards her and tried to kiss her but stumbled.<br />
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"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?!" she called out to him.<br />
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"What?" he said, shocked and confused and frustrated.<br />
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"Put those on!" she demanded. "I laid them all out for you."<br />
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He looked around the room to find where he had put his bottle.<br />
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Without his realizing it, the girl was sliding a pair of cotton panties up his legs. He wanted to stop her. He was helpless, lying drunken on the hardwood floor. And there she was naked above him. He was too drunk and lusty to resist.<br />
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In a few minutes, she had dressed him fully, done his make-up and put his hair into two quick pig-tails.<br />
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She stood above him and took another set of photos with her phone.<br />
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"It's right over there by the chair, sweetie." The girl said, dressing herself again.<br />
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He crawled the length of the room and taking the bottle in his hands, began to finish it.<br />
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"Don't you think you've had enough, Jackie?" For a moment, she felt bad for him.<br />
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Finding the phone, he opened the message and there, to his horror, he saw a photo of himself dressed as he was. Another text came through immediately after, it was from Vicky.</div>
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The message read, '<i>Cute outfit Jackie! LOL!'</i></div>
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"Oh shit!" Jacob said aloud.<br />
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He sat down on the floor to process and try to recollect himself for a moment.<br />
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Vicky had known he'd be here tonight.<br />
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The only question was, who else had the mysterious girl sent those pictures to?<br />
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The room began to spin again. He wanted to cry.<br />
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"Is anyone in here?" came Jess' voice from the hallway.<br />
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"Uhh... ya. It'sh jus' me." Jacob slurred.<br />
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"Jacob? You're still here?"<br />
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Jacob unbuttoned the jeans and took them off in a fury.<br />
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"The party is pretty much over..." Jess was saying as she opened the door. "...everyone is about to... OH MY GOD!"<br />
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He looked up at her from the ground in horror.<br />
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"Are you wearing my clothes!?!" she screamed. The anger breezed past seeing how drunk he was and soon she began to laugh.<br />
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"It's not what it looks like..." Jacob tried to explain.<br />
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"HEY! EVERYONE, COME LOOK WHO I FOUND GOING THROUGH MY PANTY DRAWER!!!" Jess yelled down the hallway to the remaining guests.<br />
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As soon as she had left that morning, he'd watched from behind the door as she turned the corner at the end of the hall.<br />
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He had given himself a full make-over.</div>
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Prancing around in the apartment, he'd come across a pile of bathing suits. He transported the pile to the airmattress on the floor. He was excited to spread them out and be able to sift through the swimwear more efficiently.<br />
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A shudder of thrill went through his body and he remembered having seen his girlfriend wear them at the beach one time.</div>
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For the next few hours he imagined he was out, walking on the beach. He looked at himself in the mirror again and felt the wonderful sensation.<br />
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He smoothed his hand up and down the front of the bikini.<br />
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Each new item he grabbed, however, he found he didn't want to change out of the pink bottoms.</div>
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Similarly, he opened each drawer and threw the clothes in frustration before finally admitting that the first item he had put on was his favorite.</div>
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Surprising enough, he didn't take off the bikini bottoms all day long. There were so many skirts to try on, so many cute summer dresses and he did but kept on wearing the bikini bottoms under each.</div>
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"She probably won't miss one bathing suit out of so many." He thought to himself.</div>
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He quickly cooked himself a large and late lunch and was sad that his day was almost over. </div>
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He had had a wonderful day but knew it really was drawing to a close. It was clean-up time and he had made quite the mess.<br />
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Practically every drawer was open and clothes were scattered all over the floor and in the bathroom.<br />
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He laughed to himself when he found a dress hanging from the ceiling fan and another pair of panties hanging on the bathroom doornob.<br />
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Almost everything was back into what seemed like their original place, except the little bikini bottoms which he still wore and a few items scattered in the corners and under tables.<br />
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There was only another hour or so before his girlfriend came home and so James hurried to double check the apartment.<br />
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He put on one of his own white T-shirts.<br />
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Scrambling around in the bikini, James got down on all fours to check under the couch.<br />
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While looking around on the floor a rumbling pain in his stomach caused him to pause but he knew he had to keep the search up, just in case.<br />
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He was in the bathroom, washing off the make-up when he heard the key turn in the lock.<br />
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James threw on his jeans over the bottoms and washed the last of the make-up off.<br />
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"James?" Wendy said as she came into the apartment.<br />
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"I'm in here!" He called back, his stomach growled again and this time he needed to do something about it.<br />
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She moved into the bathroom before he could answer. As she passed she kissed him on the cheek and he gave a small jolt, both from the anxiety of his undergarments and from the knotting in his bowels.<br />
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"Are you okay? You seem jumpy." Wendy sat down on the toilet and began to pee as they conitued their conversation.<br />
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James faced Wendy and grimmiced in pain. "Ya, I'm fine. Just got a bit of a stomach ache."<br />
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"Oh sweetie," she frowned, "I'll be done in here in a moment. I'm just gonna brush my teeth and then I'll be out of your way."<br />
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"No." He said nervously, "Why?"<br />
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"It's just really messy that's all. So, what'd you do all day while I was gone. Other than the ponytail, I mean." Wendy asked with a mouthfull of toothpaste.<br />
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The pain in his stomach was unbareable and he couldn't believe he'd forgotten about his hair!<br />
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"Oh... nothing really. Hey, babe, can you finish getting ready for bed, I really gotta use the bathroom."<br />
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Wendy turned and gave him a puzzled look, she spit out her toothpaste and washed her mouth with water. "Jeeze, you've never cared to drop a load in front of me before. What's with all the sudden chivalry?" she teased. And then to his utter terror, she began to put on face cream.<br />
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James really did need to use the toilet but he needed the door closed, he was tapping his foot impatiently.<br />
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She turned and said jokingly, "My knight in shining armor!"<br />
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James couldn't take it anymore, he turned to leave the bathroom but as he did, he let out a loud fart, and with it came something else.<br />
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For a moment, Wendy didn't know what had happened and was laughing, "Did you just toot!?!"<br />
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Then the smell rose and she knew he had done much more, "Oh my god, James!"<br />
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There he was just standing soiled in the middle of the living room.<br />
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Wendy scolded him from the bathroom door, "Why didn't you just use the toilet while I was brushing my teeth!?!" She turned on the shower. "Take your clothes off. And get in the shower, I can't believe you just shit yourself!"<br />
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James was in shock. He didn't know how to respond. When he didn't move, Wendy came into the room and unbuttoned his jeans. At first he fought her.<br />
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"What are you doing!?! I don't want you to get that mess all over the apartment!"<br />
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She pulled down his jeans and saw what he was wearing beneath.<br />
She looked down at her bikini and then up at James' face.<br />
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"This just keeps getting more and more surreal. You've had quite a day, messy missy!" she said.<br />
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"I... I don't..." he couldn't even get a sentence formed.<br />
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"Any sissy accidents today?" she asked. And led him over to the changing table.</div>
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Caught_in_pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301517995302614587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823101707659972085.post-92037653473163745162013-11-16T22:22:00.000-08:002013-11-17T20:01:41.834-08:00The Clothesline:The alleyway that divided the two apartments was narrow and had only one entrance from the other side. There was no street access and the entirely enclosed cement yard made for a safe setting.<br />
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Ryan's bedroom window faced out into the alley and he would often secretly watch the beautiful girl from next-door hang her laundry on the lines.<br />
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He'd gotten pretty good over the years at making himself look like a girl without the use of make-up or clothing and he was just too embarrassed to buy his own.<br />
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And so, he feared but accepted that he was destined to a sheltered life inside his secret apartment. Never venturing too far into his womanhood from an overwhelming sense of self-conscious.<br />
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Until one afternoon when he was given a chance to go deeper into his secret aspirations.<br />
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As the girl next-door rounded up all of her belongings and was headed back inside, he saw it there left and forgotten. His excitement almost overwhelmed him.<br />
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They weren't, by a long shot, her sassiest pair but as Ryan watched his neighbor disappear into the building with her laundry basket, he was overjoyed at her careless nature.<br />
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He waited, peering into the alleyway for two hours without moving before he finally decided the coast was clear.<br />
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Wearing only a long sleeved grey t-shirt, Ryan opened his window cautiously. He was naked from the waist down so as to be able to put the panties on immediately and climb back in through the window.<br />
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He was shivering with excitement and his stomach was in knots as his barefeet touched the cement.<br />
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There he was, he was actually doing it. He had lowered his body completely out of the window before he cared to think if he could actually get himself back in that way.<br />
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Quickly and stealthily he grabbed the panties and pulled them up over his naked thighs. As the fabric caressed his butt and fit tightly around him, he let out the slightest squeal of delight.<br />
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"Thank god!" he thought.<br />
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But as he bent over the pull the box into place, Ryan accidentally knocked into a metal ladder that was leaned up against it. The rattle seemed to echo for eternity and he held his breath all the while.<br />
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When the clamor subsided, he continued his escape all the more frantic to be safe inside.<br />
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He was up on the box and high enough to climb back in when he heard a female voice behind him clear her throat to gain his attention.<br />
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"Ahhem..."<br />
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Ryan swung his head around and was frozen in fear. There she was, watching him. And he was standing there pathetically in her red panties. He wanted to cry.<br />
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Without knowing how to confront the situation and not wanting to believe his nightmare was real, Ryan did a thing that surprised even himself. He turned his back to her and continued to climb into his bedroom.<br />
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"HEY!" she yelled and he could hear the new anger in her voice, "What the hell are you doing!?!"<br />
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Without facing her completely, he mumbled, "<i>I'm so sorry, please don't call the police or anything, I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I've never done anything like this, really I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry</i>."<br />
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Ryan spoke so quickly and quietly that the neighbor only understood but a few words in his humiliating ramblings.<br />
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Those trembling words made her to take pity on him.<br />
But this was short lived, because in a moment, he was at it again. Trying to get away. Trying to climb out of the embarrassment.<br />
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This time, she'd had enough. In a tone that made all the hair on his body stand on end she commanded, "COME DOWN FROM THERE RIGHT NOW!"<br />
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He did as he was told.<br />
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"Now turn around, you little pervert."<br />
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She had calmed down again. He was so scared and passive.<br />
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"You know, I've seen you watching me before."<br />
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"Y-you have?" Ryan stammered.<br />
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"Of course, you're not a very good peeping Tom."<br />
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Misunderstanding what she was saying, he corrected her, "My name's Ryan."<br />
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At this, the girl laughed. "What a silly little sissy you are."<br />
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"Please, can I go now?" Ryan pleaded.<br />
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"Sure." she said with a smirk, "Just give me back my underwear."<br />
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"But I'm not wearing anything else."<br />
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"That's your problem. You climbed out here like that, you can figure it out, unless..."<br />
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She laughed again, louder this time. And he knew what she was laughing at.<br />
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He tried to cover himself but was still waiting for her to take back the panties.<br />
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"Unless what?" he managed.<br />
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Controlling her laughter, she finished her thought, "...unless you want to come over to my apartment and..."<br />
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Ryan's eyes showed he understood but he wanted his nightmare to really become his dream. She had to say it...<br />
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"And what?" he asked.<br />
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But she just smiled and took the panties from his hands. Then she turned and walked inside without another word. Ryan's heart was still pounding. He didn't know what came next.<br />
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The girl had left the door open across the empty alleyway. He was still covering himself and wanted to flee, to climb back into his own apartment. He waited trembling in fear.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">She heard him coming down the hallway to the bedroom.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As he opened the door and looked at Kelly on the bed with her entire panties drawer dumped out around her, he knew he was caught.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Have you seen my pink lacy panties?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Justin fumbled over the words in his mouth. "Uh, no why would I... have seen, know where they are?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kelly leaned forward and stared her boyfriend down knowingly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">She sat staring at him for a moment letting him feel nervous and squirming where he stood.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"You've never taken any of my panties out of my drawer by chance have you?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No way!" Justin exclaimed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Calm down, calm down. It was just a question..." </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Hey, come here." She had a pair of panties in her hands still and she was motioning with her index finger, drawing him in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Honey, I've really got work to do."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"This will just take a moment." She assured him. "Come sit on the bed."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He did as he was told and Kelly began to crawl towards him slowly and seductively.</div><br />
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"I was gonna wear that to dinner tonight!"<br />
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Troy was still shocked and silent. Alison was becoming more and more angry.<br />
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"Of course I'm gonna tell! You're such a little perv. I can't believe you wear my clothes, that's so gross!"<br />
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"Only if you don't make me wear them to work like last time."<br />
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"YES! You're gonna be so so so so so cute!"<br />
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"No way, those are ridiculous."<br />
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"Please don't make me do this."<br />
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"Well, if you're not gonna put them on I'll help you."<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Come on! You can't just quit." said Tiffany.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It hadn't taken him long to lose almost all his clothes which was confusing to Chris because he thought himself to be a great card player.</div><br />
"Here's what we'll do," Lisa began, "We'll play double or nothing or something like that."<br />
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"What? I don't have any more clothes left. How can I..."<br />
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"You didn't let her finish!" Tiffany yelped.<br />
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"So, like I was saying. Extreme strip-poker." Lisa shot a glance at Tiffany, who smiled in return. "If you win, we'll strip all the way down. But..."<br />
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"But..." Chris repeated.<br />
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"But, if you lose, you have to get completely dressed."<br />
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Chris knew his friends and knew the deal couldn't be so simple.<br />
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"Who's clothes?"<br />
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"Ours."<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Fine, fine. Deal me in."<br />
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The cards were dealt and Chris began to feel very nervous. He didn't have anything to play and there was no way he could bluff out of this one.<br />
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The girls were overjoyed at their victory as he took off his boxers. The two immediately got to work on dressing up Chris. Lisa let him put a grey tanktop on while Tiffany did his make-up and got a wig.<br />
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"Wait, who said anything about make-up!?!" Chris demanded but his voice was less than authoritative while sitting naked in the girls' apartment.<br />
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"Whoa." He finally managed.<br />
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Lisa laughed at him.<br />
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"No. I'm washing this off right now!" Chris started to get up but the girls blocked his way.<br />
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"A bets a bet Chris!" Tiffany said.<br />
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Chris let them finish what they had begun. They continued dressing him in a pair of Tiffany's panties and Lisa's blue mini-skirt. All the while he was getting more and more embarrassed and more and more angry.<br />
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"What are you doing Christi?" Tiffany joked.<br />
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Chris didn't look up and he didn't respond.<br />
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"I think our cute lil' girl is angwy." said Lisa.<br />
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Chris glared up at them. "Are we gonna play or not." He said in a serious tone.<br />
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"Well, sure but what else can you lose Christi?"<br />
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"I'm not gonna lose." Chris said sternly.<br />
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He began to deal to the seats the girls had been sitting in earlier.<br />
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"You can't expect us to play if you don't have anything to lose."<br />
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Chris stopped passing the cards out.<br />
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"Fine. How long do I have to be dressed like this?"<br />
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"For the rest of the night!" Lisa said cheerfully.<br />
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"No way! Come on, lets play."<br />
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"Show us your panties first." Tiffany said on the verge of laughter.<br />
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"You guys are so immature."<br />
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"Aww, come on Christi!"<br />
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"If I show you my panties, you have to play cards again. Give me another chance to change out of this outfit right now."<br />
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"Ya. Ya. Ya." Lisa said.<br />
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"Do you promise you'll play?"<br />
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"Yes, we promise."<br />
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"This is so stupid." He said to himself as he reached down to lift the skirt.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Come on, lets play." He said, trying to mask his insecurity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I know!" Lisa blurted out, "If you win, you can change back into your clothes but if you lose, we get to pick your Halloween costume for this year!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"You know Christi," Tiffany began, "If your gonna be a girl all night, you gotta learn to act like one."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No seriously, a good girl wouldn't sit like that. She wouldn't show off her pussy to the entire world."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Chris stopped dealing for a moment and looked up at Tiffany in surprise. He was sitting like he usually did but this time hadn't realized he was wearing a skirt.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The night they played poker had been a strange memory. For the most part he had forced himself to forget it and how they had dressed him in not only the blue skirt but a variety of other outfits as he lost more and more hands.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">All the while he never knew the girls were cheating.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now the memory of embarrassment came flooding back to him. They had picked out clear high-heels and stripped stockings. They had done his nails and make-up like they had on that night many months ago.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He noticed the girls watching him tugging at the hem of the dress and so he turned away from them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">With his back to the girls, he began pulling on the front of the dress, trying to stretch it out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">What Chris had failed to realize is that by turning to face the wall he had given the girls a clear view of him butt. And the more he tugged on the front of the dress, the further the back of it rose up his cheeks.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Christi! You've returned to us!" Tiffany joked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The girls hadn't seen Chris much over the months in between now and the poker game, but they knew Chris well and they knew he wouldn't back down from the bet he had made.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Chris felt like throwing up. Every time one of the girls mentioned being 'lady-like' they did it with such an emphasis that he couldn't ignore how humiliated he was.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Come on Christi! We don't want to be late!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"For the party, of course."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Please, no." was all Chris managed to say as his heart skipped a beat and panic rose on his face. But there was nothing he could do now. A bet was a bet.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>They were on him like a wolves to prey. There he was, a boy dressed in only a cheerleading skirt and bright pink panties. He was spoils from the victory. Trapped and afraid, wearing the enemies colors.<br />
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The OHS cheerleaders began to strip him right there in the middle of the gym.<br />
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Terrified, he pulled on the light blue panties they threw in his face. Next, they tore off the black and orange outfit. One of the girls pulled at his hair which was tight on his head.<br />
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Brandon's head yanked backwards with the force before one of the girls kneed him in the stomach.<br />
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He fell to the ground.<br />
This was much worse than the last group of girls.<br />
They were violent with him and he began to cry in fear.<br />
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He balled up on the floor and the girls pulled and clawed at him, one girl even put a finger up his butt.<br />
He was so scared that he peed his panties.<br />
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Brandon stood trembling, he pulled the light blue panties up and wiped the tears from his cheek.<br />
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"Put it on." The same girl demanded, tossing Brandon one of the blue OHS cheerleader outfits.<br />
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He, of course, did as he was told and then he was marched into a room behind the gym.<br />
There were many mats and pads in this room and it was obvious that it was where the squad did they practices.<br />
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The leader of the cheerleaders watched him eyeing the sign. "What are you looking at sissy?" Brandon's eyes re-focused on his captors. "Do you want to join the cheerleading squad?"<br />
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Brandon didn't say anything.<br />
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"Well!?!" She screeched and grabbed his hair.<br />
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"Y-yes, please." Brandon whimpered.<br />
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"Good."<br />
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He kept crying and the girls just laughed and made him roll over to spank him or put something up his butt.<br />
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Occasionally he screamed in terror but this didn't faze the cheerleaders, in fact, it just encouraged them.<br />
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Awhile later, many on the girls had left and there were only a few that remained to continue punishing<br />
the poor little boy caught by the horrible squad.<br />
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Finally, the leader decided it was time to go get some sleep. They had another game tomorrow and she wanted everyone to have enough rest, even Brandon.<br />
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The girls just got up and walked away. Out the door, one by one without another word.<br />
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Brandon pulled his panties back up over his butt and lay still on his stomach where they had left him.<br />
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He was so exhausted that he fell asleep right there.<br />
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The next morning, Brandon woke with a startle and realized where he was immediately. He smelled badly of sweat and urine.<br />
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He ran for the door. Locked.<br />
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He was stuck in the cheerleader's practice room.<br />
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Finally, later in the afternoon, the girls came back.<br />
They took him down to the field where the game was about to begin.<br />
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One of the girls pointed to the area where they had put their bags down. "You should go change your underwear at least." She said with a frown.<br />
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He walked over to the restrooms and was considering making a run for it when he realized that the entire cheer squad was watching and giggling.<br />
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Brandon went into the girl's bathroom to change his panties.<br />
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Then when he came out a few of the girls were waiting for him and they ushered him to the sidelines.<br />
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This was a big game with a big crowd.<br />
There was no where to run now, so he fell in line with the rest of the girls.<br />
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Maybe some of that practice from last night would come in handy.<br />
The buzzer rang, it was time for the halftime show.<br />
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</div>Caught_in_pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301517995302614587noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823101707659972085.post-72233295510806106772011-06-28T18:38:00.000-07:002011-06-28T19:00:38.561-07:00The Cheerleader (Part I):<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brandon had been walking through the gym after school. He was late and didn't want to miss his bus so he decided to take a short cut through the girl's locker room which had a backdoor that led directly to the bus loop. As soon as he opened the door however, he knew he had made a mistake.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qnUrWVhfq5Wf2F4CiUWLnYbdlAQH5Nj5_dd6qSYBmpO0ejEmRPembApHL2csyQ1YyzhFv1aRjuc8dQJR2D4u8aXH0DHkU5YRVh6BB2Lyd3ikBad3Qbp0ABEG80xV83fEBhuKy4KG3274/s1600/A8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qnUrWVhfq5Wf2F4CiUWLnYbdlAQH5Nj5_dd6qSYBmpO0ejEmRPembApHL2csyQ1YyzhFv1aRjuc8dQJR2D4u8aXH0DHkU5YRVh6BB2Lyd3ikBad3Qbp0ABEG80xV83fEBhuKy4KG3274/s320/A8.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">A group of girls were changing and chatting.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"This is such a big game." One of them said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ya, I can't believe Lindsey is gonna miss it." Came another voice.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then, just as Brandon saw the girls and turned immediately to leave, one of them shrieked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ahhh! There's a boy in here!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I'm sorry. I thought no one would be in here." Brandon apologized still backing up towards the door.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Get him!" a girl without a shirt on yelled.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In a flash four girls grabbed Brandon and dragged him into the center of the locker room.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Well, well, well. It looks like we've caught ourselves a freshmen." A blonde girl said as she walked in front him, inspecting him. "Tie him up girls."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">They did and Brandon was about to yell for help but one of the girls stuffed his mouth with a pair of panties she had been wearing that day.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The blonde came eye level with him, "My name is Lauren, I'm a senior and I'm the captain of the squad." She paused and Brandon didn't know what he was supposed to do so he nodded that he understood. "We're playing Olympia High School today and if we win, we'll be going to states." Brandon nodded again. "Now, one of the cheerleaders is out sick today..."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Brandon raised his eyebrows. He knew what she was about to suggest.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"So you're gonna be Lindsey for a day." She smiled and all the other girls laughed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Why had he tried to cut through the locker room!?! He felt his heart pounding in his chest.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Girls moved on all sides of him, gathering make-up and pads to stuff in his bra.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lauren told the rest of the girls to finish getting dressed and go get on the bus.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then she and one other girl finished dressing Brandon. They took his gag out form his mouth and told him that as long as he didn't try to run or yell for help, they would untie him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">By this point, Brandon was terrified. He almost wet his pink polka-dotted panties, he was so scared. It had been so easy for the girls to overpower him. They were such a rowdy group that he was even worried for his physical safety. Brandon told himself to be calm and do whatever they told him to.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They led him to the bus that waited outside. It was an away game and OHS was on the other side of town.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gIht275J_yOc6DlIC94EFoPFeqIvvxFVBrE4R9AIoN0CuOpyHHJmKhsMAAHSK5Dc2dbPAltf2Ce7RV5_4_f8SB7krx3dfaPGvqD5Bj3LVrHMnDtr43N_FxD4JcqZng6y9V8rHEbLfjFl/s1600/A6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gIht275J_yOc6DlIC94EFoPFeqIvvxFVBrE4R9AIoN0CuOpyHHJmKhsMAAHSK5Dc2dbPAltf2Ce7RV5_4_f8SB7krx3dfaPGvqD5Bj3LVrHMnDtr43N_FxD4JcqZng6y9V8rHEbLfjFl/s200/A6.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Brandon climbed the steps of the bus slowly. When he got inside almost every girl was anxiously waiting to see how he looked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"He's so precious!" </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Can we keep him?" The girls cackled.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He sat down quickly in an empty seat and tried not to listen to the teasing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMzCArjRjoQacf05BzJm152FEhVJBOxsy-K0hcoXErCHG2WSPJwL0lkR6dR6zRfDFoiJ5f2zfSN6THV7bBVYK2Ez7N5wz_V_BvTn8xHjwowI9d9_Dn_teIo-3TG5Y0amIlvwv6rWoDyTlv/s1600/A7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMzCArjRjoQacf05BzJm152FEhVJBOxsy-K0hcoXErCHG2WSPJwL0lkR6dR6zRfDFoiJ5f2zfSN6THV7bBVYK2Ez7N5wz_V_BvTn8xHjwowI9d9_Dn_teIo-3TG5Y0amIlvwv6rWoDyTlv/s200/A7.jpg" width="176" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Lindsey," Lauren was addressing Brandon. He realized she was talking to him and looked up at her. "Lindsey, you need to sit in the back, the girl's aren't done with you yet."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Okay" He said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Oh, and Linsey, close your legs sweetheart, we can all see right up your skirt."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Brandon's cheeks flushed and he got up and moved to the back of the bus.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The girls flocked around him as the bus took off.</div><div style="text-align: left;">They slapped his butt when he tried to walk the aisle to the last seat in the row. The bus was shaking and bouncing so much that he fell more than once.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"This was such a good idea!" One girl beamed with laughter when Brandon's panties shown to all the girls after a fall.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Another cheerleader said, "Yes, we should all thank Lauren for another successful moral booster!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Well, if you all like him so much, maybe we'll have to keep him as a good luck charm." Lauren agreed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"> They all patted Lauren on the back and even kissed her on the cheek for letting them keep him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then the attentioned turned back to Brandon and one of the girls chirped up, "Show us you're panties again!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ya!" Came another.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then slowly but surely a chant arose amongst the girls, "PANTIES! PANTIES! PANTIES!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When Brandon refused two girls moved towards him threateningly. He tried to make a quick dash towards the front of the bus. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">There was no use, one of the girls grabbed his waist while another reached down the back of his skirt and gave him a big wedgie.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It hurt so bad that he crumpled to the floor. His panties still stretched high to the middle of his back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Eventually, they made it to the game.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He sat on the end of the bench and hoped no one in the crowd would notice him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">To his surprise, Lauren didn't make him cheer. In fact all the girls became very serious and it seemed as though they had forgotten him once the game began.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He watched, humiliated as the game went on. His school lost by a lot and there was a sad vibe among the girls as they all headed back to the bus.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">By now the opposing team was in celebration. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Lauren gathered the squad around and gave them a pep talk. Finishing it with a joke, "And at least we got this out of this season." Pointing at Brandon.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Multiple cameras emerged and different groups of pictures were taken and some with just Brandon alone.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As the girls finished and the cameras slowly got put away, Lauren began to speak again. "But unfortunately it seems, our little mascot was actually more of a bad luck charm than a good luck charm."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The girls agreed and Brandon got a sinking feeling of impeding danger.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"So," She said, now looking directly at him, "We're gonna have to leave you here."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The cheerleaders closest to him pulled him by the arms and more came in the following seconds to grab his legs.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It wasn't much effort with that many girls.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">They carried him kicking and screaming off the bus and towards the school.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Inside the gym, the girls placed him down roughly and ran off, slamming the door behind them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He stood up slowly. Trying to take in his surroundings in the dark.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The gym was big and the Olympia blue banners hung all around the room.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It felt good to finally be out of site. He knew he'd have to walk home, but at least the cheerleaders were gone.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He walked toward the big double doors at the back of the gymnasium. </div><div style="text-align: left;">But just as he was walking past center court, the lights snapped on and he heard the voices of the OHS girl's coming in from their victory...<br />
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</div>Caught_in_pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301517995302614587noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823101707659972085.post-84780968887424455692011-06-21T19:41:00.000-07:002011-06-21T19:46:41.823-07:00The Auburn Wig:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPDME7NGJdmvpYoV5bopM-CWnfWtFtRCuYZjTTSr32Au4W8Ad9q_OE_eazhSiNsQd4a5-vSNWc3FzSSoZb66-3qQHSWvUfVdTwVFY4avTHgIw9kPxk79e10nY8_JEmf4yDqvLKpFU7RcGw/s1600/40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPDME7NGJdmvpYoV5bopM-CWnfWtFtRCuYZjTTSr32Au4W8Ad9q_OE_eazhSiNsQd4a5-vSNWc3FzSSoZb66-3qQHSWvUfVdTwVFY4avTHgIw9kPxk79e10nY8_JEmf4yDqvLKpFU7RcGw/s200/40.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Let me get this straight, you want me to put that wig on and dress up for you?" Ian asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Katie giggled, "Well, technically, I guess. But it's more than that."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Ya, I heard the first part of it, I just wanted to get the logistics down."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"And?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"So the deal is, whatever I wear for you, you'll wear for me later?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Yup!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvomzJXVwz7sA_rmirrqT3SR8Rni6lKpbvvPiZVeXKlh-nwMmarq7KFQwbR9EpkTZuGVUdx9UmitSh9uHrxuUVkG_51B8pJ4ZZ3E8tDazKscIv6dRjs-Mv9Yqk0Jn0RfRrCLq0nYapNSG/s1600/2210295646_9c8ea8b3e9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvomzJXVwz7sA_rmirrqT3SR8Rni6lKpbvvPiZVeXKlh-nwMmarq7KFQwbR9EpkTZuGVUdx9UmitSh9uHrxuUVkG_51B8pJ4ZZ3E8tDazKscIv6dRjs-Mv9Yqk0Jn0RfRrCLq0nYapNSG/s320/2210295646_9c8ea8b3e9.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">"I dunno. How long do I have to wear it? And what if..." But Katie was already walking towards her make-up drawer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian sat on the edge of her bed with a puzzled look on his face.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Come over here silly!" Katie lured him in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Nah, this is too much." Ian shook his head.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Don't be such a baby, my sister said her fiance does stuff like this for her all the time."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Well, we're not exactly getting married."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I know, I just thought it'd be fun."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No, I'm serious, let's go do something else Kit-Kat." He tried to sound calm and not as weirded-out as he felt.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ian," She stopped what she was doing and looked at him plainly, "If you don't do this, I won't go to prom with you."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian's eyebrows raised. Why was she so adamant about this strange game? He thought for a moment to himself before replying, "Whatever, I didn't want to go anyways. Why do they even have it for college students? Isn't prom only in high school?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Katie quickly thought up a new plan. She began to take off her clothes. "Come on, take off your shirt."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian still sat motionless but he had to admit his interest in her experiment began to build, the more clothes she took off.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJ6LTtE9Zd6xR9_Lw8EERVDv113wrPSpcLZ8NbeRl2sP4CpObHnhenjF3ZTpBRMmcb9PioojAVS_NqWwCAvknt3bncRCGPeJ-1cfmPkfaXz3z2bYvxRj5gjkzXf73lDj9Ws9JiRhV-jju/s1600/pants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJ6LTtE9Zd6xR9_Lw8EERVDv113wrPSpcLZ8NbeRl2sP4CpObHnhenjF3ZTpBRMmcb9PioojAVS_NqWwCAvknt3bncRCGPeJ-1cfmPkfaXz3z2bYvxRj5gjkzXf73lDj9Ws9JiRhV-jju/s200/pants.jpg" width="200" /></a>She walked across the room to him and took his arm. Pulling him from off the bed she unbuttoned his jeans.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian was getting excited. He helped her with his pants and threw off his shirt in a hurry.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Standing in front of her in his underwear he was ready to start fooling around.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Take those off too." Katie said sternly, motioning to his boxers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now he was completely naked and he took a step towards her.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUPjLCpqvdVfcJFBcn-_DABqmWap8aEGvPNxaBqZdBigJXTajnD_a9Q-YCCzr2iNa1mBwMqBleO3cg_8xqU7HQyfg9T9d-515lIVMxNRQV-e7kik1LsNq9lyixfQqh6bdL396Iww4edYz/s1600/41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBUPjLCpqvdVfcJFBcn-_DABqmWap8aEGvPNxaBqZdBigJXTajnD_a9Q-YCCzr2iNa1mBwMqBleO3cg_8xqU7HQyfg9T9d-515lIVMxNRQV-e7kik1LsNq9lyixfQqh6bdL396Iww4edYz/s200/41.jpg" width="105" /></a>"Wait." She stopped him. "You need to shave first."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian was frustrated but she had already gotten him hot so he went into the bathroom.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After he finished shaving his face Katie looked him over and came up close to him. Her body wrapped around him and she whispered into his ear, "I want you to shave everything."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian thought it was a ridiculous request but maybe he could slip past her suggestive dress-up game if he did this for her instead. And so he did.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But when he finished, Katie just told him to close his eyes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Again, he did as he was told. The prolonging was making him all the more excited.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Suddenly he felt something on his lips. At first he thought she was about to kiss him but soon realized it was something much much different.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_OeUvpnyLldIoX7AmAyS_F8UC5piVQK8lXRNpA4c36LC32NpNSukJ0LFSNDlwDcvcbGLoe2vOR8hIaCfUdG9xYxCE_ayxYOvARM8gsYxiDva24LEWgZgWrhPvNLngR5Mo837epzoHMik/s1600/42-18715449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_OeUvpnyLldIoX7AmAyS_F8UC5piVQK8lXRNpA4c36LC32NpNSukJ0LFSNDlwDcvcbGLoe2vOR8hIaCfUdG9xYxCE_ayxYOvARM8gsYxiDva24LEWgZgWrhPvNLngR5Mo837epzoHMik/s200/42-18715449.jpg" width="200" /></a>Katie was applying pink lip gloss to Ian's lips.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian's eyes opened but instead of protesting, he just let her do it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When she had applied it, she taught him how to pucker his mouth so the lip gloss would spread evenly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He knew what was next. But he thought if he could just get through her games quickly then she would do something for him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Katie placed the auburn wig gently on his head and pulled it tightly down.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"How cute!" She squealed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Let's just get this over with." Ian said, beginning to feel the first stage of complete humiliation.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Katie continued on with his make-up. And Ian sat very still for her. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ugghh!" Katie exhaled, "You're gonna be the cutest girl ever!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian felt butterflies in his stomach.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Okay, all done! Let's go pick out some panties for you!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And they did just that. Katie made Ian pick out his own pair. At first he kept saying "I don't care, you pick them..." But seeing as how that just wasn't going to cut it, he picked out a pair of LOVE PINK graffitied white cotton panties.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As he was slipping into them, he had a sudden shock and looked up at Katie with alarm and panic in his face. "What time does Melissa get home!?!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Oh, don't worry about her, she's gone for the next few days."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Are you absolutely certain." Ian asked seriously.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ya, she's like the best roommate ever, she's never here and when she is here, all she does is clean." Katie reassured him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Here." Katie handed him a plaid micro-skirt.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He put it on quickly. Next, she gave him a pair of fish-net stalkings. He put them on a little bit slower and much more skepticly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">She gave him a shirt and some heels and began to get dressed herself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpyz0QVkoLXwbQ9PRe4bi_c_Lxy82erNfk6k4s1kqyVQXBh2OYQvImD0aDME3fVypGt7k9ipC2yD8CT1Cgr-bpWJUt-jf5UqSiPuq126fjtLYFTplYOGWOophMpW2U-tKbJl3OL81TK1X/s1600/0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpyz0QVkoLXwbQ9PRe4bi_c_Lxy82erNfk6k4s1kqyVQXBh2OYQvImD0aDME3fVypGt7k9ipC2yD8CT1Cgr-bpWJUt-jf5UqSiPuq126fjtLYFTplYOGWOophMpW2U-tKbJl3OL81TK1X/s400/0002.jpg" width="231" /></a>Ian looked back over his shoulder at Katie after adjusting his clothes to fit more comfortably. She had a large grin on her face. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"What are you laughing at?" Ian snapped.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Katie didn't respond. She just kept on grinning, which made Ian mad.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Seriously, cut it out. And why'd you put you're clothes back on? I thought we were gonna..."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Before he could finish, Katie spoke up, "Ya. We are, I'm gonna go get us some dinner first though."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"What!?!" Ian barked, "And I'm just supposed to sit her dressed like this till you get back!?!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Or..." Katie said with a twinkle in her eye.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No way. No way. There is absolutely no way I'm going outside like this."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Suit yourself. I'll be back in a little bit."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">With that, Katie grabbed the keys off the coffee table and went out of the living room, down the hallway and out the front door.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that after dressing up for Katie she didn't do anything for him. He began to get very angry. Then he calmed himself down and reassured himself that they would fool around when she got back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And so there he was. Painted up, shaved, and dressed like a girl alone in Katie's apartment.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Time went by slowly and he began to get very bored. What was taking her so long?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He went back into Katie's room and opened her closet. He took off the white tank-top he was wearing and decided to switch it out for another that he found. It looked like this was the top that matched the skirt anyways, he thought.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Another 10 minutes went by and he finally heard the keys turn in the front door.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian left Katie's room in a hurry and walked through the living room quickly. He almost fell because of the heels. "What took you so long?" He called out to her.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">There was no reply but he heard the door close and the sound of Katie carrying in grocery bags.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I decided to trade out that white top for this one." Ian told her as he began rounding the corner into the hallway. "What do you think...?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As he turned to show Katie the outfit, he made what would become one of the most terrifying discoveries of his life. Melissa was standing by the front door with her mouth wide open.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ian?" She managed to ask after a long and awkward silence. "Is that you?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Uh. Hi, Melissa." Ian responded as he fiddled with his skirt.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"What... What are you doing? Is Katie here?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No she's... Well, I thought she went out to get dinner but it's been like an hour and..."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Melissa cut him off. "Why are you dressed like a slut?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian felt the butterflies again. He had nothing else to say.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Melissa saw how pathetic he looked. He was so shy and adorable standing there caught by her. She noticed that he kept trying to pull down his tiny skirt so she couldn't see his panties.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Well, you do look kinda cute." She said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian's face brightened up. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ya, I mean, it's a little trashy but you kinda pull it off."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Oh, don't worry about them, I wouldn't want a sissy like yourself to break a nail or something." She teased him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Melissa called to him from the kitchen. "Are you sure she went out for food?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ya, that's what she said."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"That's so weird because we just talked a few hours ago and she told me to grab some food on my way home for the party."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Par-party!?! What party?" Ian tried not to sound shocked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Oh, you didn't know? I just figured thats why you were dressed like that."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian came into the kitchen. "What do you mean?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ya, it's Katie's sister's bachelorette party here tonight."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Things became soberingly clearer for Ian in that moment.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He turned and rushed into Katie's room. Careful not to trip from the high heels again. He lunged for his jeans. But in the same instant heard a knock at the front door.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Melissa yelled to Ian, "I think the girls are here. You might want to put something more silly on. They'll get a huge kick out of it."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ian was frozen. He listened to the door open and the sound of at least a dozen women pouring into the living room. He didn't know what to do.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The other girls laughed in agreement and Katie sat down and joined the party.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Jonathan was so embarrassed that he just buried his face in the bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All the other girls were laughing and picking out more jewelry and clothes for him to wear.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cindy was holding a necklace in her hands and asked aloud, </div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hey, do you think this matches Jonathan's panties?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">One of the other girl's said, "I dunno, let us see them again."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cindy pulled up the jean skirt Jonathan was wearing and exposed his panties to the entire room of giggling girls.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then she went back to looking at the jewelry in her hands.</div><br />
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</span></div>Caught_in_pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301517995302614587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823101707659972085.post-12449600960352569912011-06-05T15:48:00.000-07:002011-06-05T15:48:46.180-07:00Go Get Your Own:<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Zach pulled the pink polka dotted panties on very slowly.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwGwiaiKO6SZn_aeN8XRbcqIPOZWEipkQe4l7ie17kQHYwHRGTYj6G2T-ZQmoCtutIgdjDfv5Oevc1esyrUsh0LRw-J8QhwfpS6XTRAJj12rhN11k82divQprhOVs4X6RUnbM8ImimpTa/s1600/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwGwiaiKO6SZn_aeN8XRbcqIPOZWEipkQe4l7ie17kQHYwHRGTYj6G2T-ZQmoCtutIgdjDfv5Oevc1esyrUsh0LRw-J8QhwfpS6XTRAJj12rhN11k82divQprhOVs4X6RUnbM8ImimpTa/s200/04.jpg" width="155" /></a>He loved the way they felt while putting them on so he made sure to take his time.</div><br />
He was laying on his sisters bed wearing nothing but the panties he had taken from her drawer.<br />
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The lace tickled his leg as they went up his thighs.<br />
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The plan was to wear them around the house all day. His sister, Angie and their parents were out shopping and taking pictures of wedding dresses. She was getting married in a month.<br />
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He got to his knees, still on her bed and slowly brought the panties up and tightly around his butt.<br />
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They were his favorite pair of his sister's. He thought to himself that he was going to have to figure something out for when she moved in with her new husband.<br />
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He had been secretly wearing her underwear for years and soon she wouldn't live there anymore.<br />
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That wasn't any of his concern at the moment though.<br />
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He got up and moved away from the bed.<br />
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He thought for a moment about trying on a light summer dress but then decided he would prance around in just the panties for a little while.<br />
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Suddenly a <i>FLASH</i> went off in his face!<br />
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He was startled and didn't know what was happening.<br />
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Zach quickly shielded his face from his sister's camera pointed directly at his sissy self.<br />
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Then another <i>FLASH</i>!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Cut it out Angie!" Zach cried.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She didn't say anything at all. She just smiled and snapped another photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Don't even think about it Zachary." She said sternly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He stood defeated and humiliated as she took a few more photos of him in his favorite pink panties.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He tactfully picked out the most gender neutral outfit possible. Grabbing an old pair of sweatpants from the corner of the room.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then he picked out a grey t-shirt.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When he was done putting the clothes on over her panties, Angie said, "Alright, let's go..."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Where are you taking me?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"To the mall of course!" Angie replied.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"What? No way!" Zach argued.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Yes way, unless you want me to post these pictures to your Facebook right now!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Come on Ang, I was just playing around. Please don't make me go out like this."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Get in the car, we're going shopping for panties for you."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">They drove to the mall with little conversation, just Zach pleading every once in a while, "Please, I don't want to be seen like this." But Angie never said a word.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">They parked the car and went inside.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Zach looked around every corner to see if anyone he knew was there.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"This is so embarrassing, don't make me go panty shopping, please please please..."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But by this point Angie was really starting to enjoy herself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">She grabbed Zach by the wrist and led him inside.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrH1TT9I2nyd2f7mKgMLvfZ_lTPoPKwIwVeD7M5orii1dLD7QiD1JUBoW4HlXrITY0sETJRkPOohntRnAlea6oJCT3RqsBSn0vkgTtEcIYIjUVktG-Nmm0WnUVMYn353hOTMz2gZvmhKCE/s1600/store+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrH1TT9I2nyd2f7mKgMLvfZ_lTPoPKwIwVeD7M5orii1dLD7QiD1JUBoW4HlXrITY0sETJRkPOohntRnAlea6oJCT3RqsBSn0vkgTtEcIYIjUVktG-Nmm0WnUVMYn353hOTMz2gZvmhKCE/s200/store+5.jpg" width="136" /></a>"Here hold this." she said and handed Zach her purse as she took a lacy blue thong and held it up to Zach.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He took the purse and pushed the thong away.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then Angie motioned to the poster and asked, "Do you need any bra's while we're here Zach?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">She said this very loud but none of the other customers seemed to notice.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Zach gave her a mean look but knew the only way out of this was to do what his sister wanted. So he started looking around.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Maybe you need some that won't give you a wedgie!" she yelled.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Zach was so humiliated.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He tried to focus so he could shop then leave.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Soon, Angie came over with an iced coffee she had gotten from Star Bucks across the way from the lingerie store.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He was inspecting a pair of white see-through panties and she smacked his butt when she got to him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It startled Zach so much that he let out a high pitched squeal and everyone in the store turned to look at him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Angie looked in his shopping bag and was surprised to see everything he had picked out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"My, my. Aren't we the little shopaholic."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Can we go now?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Sure, here." She handed him the coffee and grabbed her wallet out of the purse he was carrying. "I'll pay for these."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Zach's eyes lit up. "Really?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Yup. Sister's gotta take care of each other right?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He didn't respond.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In the checkout line Zach was getting anxious. He thought for sure the clerk had figured him out and more importantly he was nervous someone from school would see him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Zach began to follow her but as Angie left, Zach saw Nicole walk in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nicole was a girl from his 2nd period Science class. He sat behind her and they flirted often.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Zach almost dove to the ground to hide from her.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No, no, no. Please don't let her see me." He whispered to himself over and over again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Slowly and cautiously he snuck around displays avoiding Nicole.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then he heard Angie yell from the front of the store. "Zach! Are you coming!?! We need to go pick out a dress for you if you're gonna be a bridesmaid!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nicole turned to look at who the woman was yelling at. And if it hadn't been for Angie calling him by name, she might not even have recognized him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Zach moved for the exit but Nicole walked and blocked his path.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Zach? Is that you? What are you doing buying panties?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Caught_in_pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301517995302614587noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823101707659972085.post-55386497932164027982011-06-04T20:53:00.000-07:002011-06-05T12:01:14.428-07:00The Morning After:Allen woke up with a startle.<br />
He was in someone else's bunk bed wearing only a pair of white cotton panties and a girl's t-shirt.<br />
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Allen remembered the previous night very well, he remembered going to a house party with some friends.<br />
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There he had met a cute girl and it turned out it was actually her house.<br />
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They seemed to have been hitting it off fairly well until he learned that she had a boyfriend.<br />
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Allen would have excused himself and went on to enjoy the rest of the night but she was being very flirty with him.<br />
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Eventually the girl asked if he wanted to join in with her and her friends while they played truth or dare.<br />
Ahh... Truth or dare. That explains the make-up and shaved legs.<br />
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And that's how he had wound up in panties. But why did he sleep over?<br />
After the game he must have been too tired to change and drive home.<br />
The girl hadn't even slept in her bed with him. She passed out on the couch.<br />
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"Oh shit." Allen thought to himself. "They probably don't even know that I slept here."<br />
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He moved quickly for the ladder and climbed down.<br />
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Each step creaked loudly, so he spent much effort trying not to put too much pressure on them.<br />
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He looked very silly dangling from the edge of the bed with his panties riding up.<br />
But finally he reached the floor.<br />
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What was he going to wear instead of the panties?<br />
His clothes were probably strewn about the living room where they had played the game.<br />
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He didn't care.<br />
"It's better to get caught naked than in some random girl's panties."<br />
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He continued taking them off then wondered if that was true.<br />
After all, it was her that suggested the dare and helped him get dressed.<br />
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Maybe there was something to it.<br />
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As he contemplating the situation more he heard another voice in the hall, this time loud and distinct.<br />
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And Allen could here laughing and more talking coming from elsewhere in the house.<br />
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Then came the footsteps.<br />
Walking down the hall, directly for the bedroom.<br />
She spoke to the other housemates again, "Haha, I didn't even sleep in my ben!"<br />
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She was almost to the door. Allen had to do something and fast.<br />
He thought about hiding in the closet, but then what. He still had no clothes.<br />
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Allen raced toward the bunk bed.<br />
He climbed to the top and dove on the mattress.<br />
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Scrambling to get under the covers, he grabbed the pink pillow and hid himself behind it.<br />
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He had made so much noise getting into the bed that she wasn't even surprised to find someone in her room.<br />
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"There you are!" she said with a smile. "Oh my gosh! Are you still wearing panties! Hahahaha, that is sooooo cute!"<br />
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"I'm sorry, I just need to find my clothes and I'll be out of your way." Allen stammered.<br />
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"No," she closed the door behind her. "Don't worry about it. In fact, let's have some fun!" She hurried over to a camera sitting on the dresser.<br />
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Allen didn't know what to do. He was still hoping that he had a chance with this girl so he just relaxed, sat back, and smiled.<br />
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He was home alone and had tried on a red dress of hers because she was in the same grade and about his size.<br />
He walked around the house for about an hour and had a lot of fun. As his two sisters drove up to the house they could see Alex from the window in the game room and parked quickly to find out what he was doing.<br />
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"If I ever find a single piece of clothing out of place in my closet ever again, you'll regret the day you were born! I'll tell everyone at school what a little pervert you are!"<br />
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Alex's older sister, Kristen, had been there as well but she was calm and told Megan to go outside and that she would handle it.<br />
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Kristen hadn't gotten mad like Megan.<br />
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Quite the opposite really.<br />
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She made him sit down for a little talk and Alex was extremely embarrassed to be scolded while wearing a dress and panties.<br />
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But what she said surprised Alex very much.<br />
She told her little brother that he looked cute and she even promised that she wouldn't tell Megan or their parents about it if he wanted to do it again.<br />
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Two years passed and Kristen began dressing Alex up when no one else was home. They always used Megan's clothes because Alex was still only 13 now and he fit well into her clothing. Alex had even grown his hair out a little bit longer and only Kristen knew the real reason behind the change.<br />
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Kristen would laugh and encourage Alex to be silly and sometimes they would even take pictures.<br />
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However, if they did take pictures they would quickly delete them after Alex got to look through them for fear that someone else would see and they'd both get into trouble.<br />
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Since Megan and Kristen shared a room, Kristen would sneak into Megan's closet and get clothes for Alex to wear.<br />
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</div>She was always extremely careful to notice where everything went and to put the clothing back exactly where it had been. She even put the underwear in the exact same spot in the drawer.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One day while Alex and Kristen were playing with a variety of outfits in the backyard, Kristen noticed a sudden change in Alex.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnRsJ_IjvwEGY1lle8UI-L1d53r155XSIDQ6lnLMN_LyYYMjPkZWqo35guK8iODMuj0vh7-Bokjnm6D42vApvTkPRQqOy0K1Ln8a_qF_W7cfmzWYWX5SSpGt4ptGRLAfMaQRk4szxoM3G/s1600/pics01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnRsJ_IjvwEGY1lle8UI-L1d53r155XSIDQ6lnLMN_LyYYMjPkZWqo35guK8iODMuj0vh7-Bokjnm6D42vApvTkPRQqOy0K1Ln8a_qF_W7cfmzWYWX5SSpGt4ptGRLAfMaQRk4szxoM3G/s200/pics01.jpg" width="99" /></a>"What's wrong?" She asked.</div><br />
Alex was wearing a short yellow sun dress.<br />
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"Nothing. I'm fine, why?" Alex replied.<br />
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"Well, your face just got really serious all of a sudden. Are you sure you're okay?"<br />
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They had been playing near the creek at the edge of the woods.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjc_gNHfFXoubOUwkQFk5BhbeNwF9cSizR6lRC5ftqc9cIwL6pjiM-qZPnkav2vh0ikIq-N_A-Fviw2NXrSyEGDLQhQNGe8LqvP1csm45T6jKNnp_xIMiUBnSJZbq5FEtCIdJEBCi-gPh/s1600/pics07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjc_gNHfFXoubOUwkQFk5BhbeNwF9cSizR6lRC5ftqc9cIwL6pjiM-qZPnkav2vh0ikIq-N_A-Fviw2NXrSyEGDLQhQNGe8LqvP1csm45T6jKNnp_xIMiUBnSJZbq5FEtCIdJEBCi-gPh/s320/pics07.jpg" width="159" /></a>"I think I need to go inside." Alex said sternly.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd3EQQZd0Kixij4L4ZVuTR4FLyNwb4xdX4g7ncido4dAbRZDAIErnw-hrmrrTjGpAn4KWlspVvj3B0lQeSbe8I8hyEd5Of4GLZpEUr0UmSwSJQzMZLKY4No13E-E3YwIDqQrB0fyFtndD/s1600/pics02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtd3EQQZd0Kixij4L4ZVuTR4FLyNwb4xdX4g7ncido4dAbRZDAIErnw-hrmrrTjGpAn4KWlspVvj3B0lQeSbe8I8hyEd5Of4GLZpEUr0UmSwSJQzMZLKY4No13E-E3YwIDqQrB0fyFtndD/s200/pics02.jpg" width="103" /></a>"What? Why?"<br />
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"I have to go to the bathroom really really bad."<br />
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"Ahh, does the little gurl have to use the potty-wotty?" Kristen teased.<br />
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"I'm not kidding Kris."<br />
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"Then go! I'm not stopping you, you weirdo."<br />
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Alex turned towards the house started to run he heard when Kristen yell after him.<br />
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"But remember, we only have like 1 hour to play before mom and Meg come home."<br />
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Unfortunately Alex was in the bathroom for so long that he wasted their entire playtime. Kristen was kinda mad that he couldn't just have waited. But she eventually got over it.<br />
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</div>The days went on and Kristen and Alex grew closer together through the secret they shared. And always were they careful and always did Kristen put the clothes back exactly how she found them.<br />
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<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Not long after the creek incident, Alex and his older sister were in the backyard yet again.</div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloELIIRkG8pWeG8_5u6DqRAqMuvSMX4Fr79zWt-m9in_9aYEHvna9SSTIZJgk-V52to38W8-q2RkDzY0h8QDa4PPp-bt2bydTZLz7NZNalegJjbWWRGPi6OfZcZJX9Hm4aUaMqOibUazS/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloELIIRkG8pWeG8_5u6DqRAqMuvSMX4Fr79zWt-m9in_9aYEHvna9SSTIZJgk-V52to38W8-q2RkDzY0h8QDa4PPp-bt2bydTZLz7NZNalegJjbWWRGPi6OfZcZJX9Hm4aUaMqOibUazS/s320/1.jpg" width="257" /></a>They were having an exceptionally good time.<br />
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Alex was in rare form and he was posing for Kristen, crawling on all fours.<br />
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He was wearing a light blue t-shirt and a short skirt with teal panties.<br />
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Kristen had even found some jewelry for him to wear. Including a pair of big hoop earrings and one of her own necklaces.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zIIZ7VsP_GiERw-3pGCUY_JvmwLVR7hnigrgJa37yFvIxjZxa5-SSPLhpiphCElbuQpkunM-zH7mmk0gSmdCkeHV8tDmHYpae0BtBlTVZ7LfIBi6BdO-t3bJgixRq-2xQI28RYtGUuUn/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zIIZ7VsP_GiERw-3pGCUY_JvmwLVR7hnigrgJa37yFvIxjZxa5-SSPLhpiphCElbuQpkunM-zH7mmk0gSmdCkeHV8tDmHYpae0BtBlTVZ7LfIBi6BdO-t3bJgixRq-2xQI28RYtGUuUn/s200/2.jpg" width="158" /></a>Then, just like the last time, Alex's face became very serious.<br />
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Kristen knew what this meant now and she didn't even ask what was wrong.<br />
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"Do you have to go to the bathroom again?" She asked annoyed.<br />
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Alex nodded.<br />
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"Agghh. Well you're just gonna have to hold it. We only have a few more minutes to play."<br />
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Alex didn't say anything but Kristen knew he was uncomfortable. He wasn't acting as girly and silly as he had been.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWJmuNfxa7-UOtuhVblwTd6BZz966-ZiKaZ0cSAen6IhMQvZQfWvgLxqb7gnnjxC2nvSb2Rr7S-7yWlBLW6bOJVwwCqThUVdQ7z9tOBGu_qIMxl9Rmzf6n2nb2ocsmwlhp-DRlw2BWwL4/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWJmuNfxa7-UOtuhVblwTd6BZz966-ZiKaZ0cSAen6IhMQvZQfWvgLxqb7gnnjxC2nvSb2Rr7S-7yWlBLW6bOJVwwCqThUVdQ7z9tOBGu_qIMxl9Rmzf6n2nb2ocsmwlhp-DRlw2BWwL4/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /></a>He tried not to show it but even when he smiled it was forced and she could see in his face that he was concentrating very hard.<br />
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After awhile longer, he couldn't take it anymore, "Kris, my tummy really hurts."<br />
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"Oh, don't be a baby about it." She replied.<br />
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A moment later Alex doubled over and put his hand over his butt, "Oh no. No, no, no, no." <br />
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Then he took off running for the house before Kristen even knew what had happened. She chased after him and met him at the door to the bathroom. Alex was almost in tears.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxa_iy-4WgVUOVBvaag638efMezfRnTYljbzL3boDt3nUqLlDNkb1JxL6RFTwp0rv52btObJENBK4cHQLw2ykGY84sxqmQL3iyp-hO0bIMu_yJ4Oq5hoHwOLC18BV3j9EliiCk5U_xIg4/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxa_iy-4WgVUOVBvaag638efMezfRnTYljbzL3boDt3nUqLlDNkb1JxL6RFTwp0rv52btObJENBK4cHQLw2ykGY84sxqmQL3iyp-hO0bIMu_yJ4Oq5hoHwOLC18BV3j9EliiCk5U_xIg4/s320/4.jpg" width="235" /></a></div>Kristen was about to ask if he was alright but before she could open her mouth to find out what the problem was, she could smell the problem.<br />
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"Did you really just shit yourself!?!" Kristen asked in astonishment.<br />
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"What are we gonna do?" Alex whimpered.<br />
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"What do you mean! You're gonna take a shower, you nasty little girl!"<br />
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"No, I mean, Megan's gonna know that I was in her clothes when she this outfit goes missing."<br />
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"Don't worry about it, I'll wash everything."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqLs0Qho7iC6Ic8pNLqGcbtF3rrQeG2twZB84L0dzeh6AR2rwr2bBDv4tmIH1RA3XhGk2D18R8BSqzww1KgUwAEbAY9KCtJQPY224DasPeWzN5gXEBgpUwz4UHrOJ3FP9FEZnAPYwHPJ_/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqLs0Qho7iC6Ic8pNLqGcbtF3rrQeG2twZB84L0dzeh6AR2rwr2bBDv4tmIH1RA3XhGk2D18R8BSqzww1KgUwAEbAY9KCtJQPY224DasPeWzN5gXEBgpUwz4UHrOJ3FP9FEZnAPYwHPJ_/s320/5.jpg" width="234" /></a></div>"There's gonna be a stain in these panties though." Alex bent down and spread his legs to show his sister the mess. "Then she'll tell everyone. All my friends."<br />
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It smelt very bad and he was right, there was no way Kristen could wash those panties enough to get the stain out.<br />
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"Eww. Close your legs stinky." She said immediately.<br />
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Alex started to cry.<br />
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"Don't cry Alli, here give me the skirt to wash then get in the shower. Mom and Megan will be home any minute now."<br />
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Through his sniffling Alex manager to say "Okay."<br />
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"Then we'll just throw the panties out. She won't notice, I promise." Kristen assured him.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUT7l-gqE3IxaxecQIci_ktmYm5SdsuVykBQQ2FxDdYqDRBqAaLCYKbpT4w0rpPmGwiHCN6NFaR-p8iKvLuXsvm-GkOzqCZG_K6fJKnXThEY0zwA_CIz41hRw9xl5yjoC0088FQqn4TFX/s1600/pics09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUT7l-gqE3IxaxecQIci_ktmYm5SdsuVykBQQ2FxDdYqDRBqAaLCYKbpT4w0rpPmGwiHCN6NFaR-p8iKvLuXsvm-GkOzqCZG_K6fJKnXThEY0zwA_CIz41hRw9xl5yjoC0088FQqn4TFX/s200/pics09.jpg" width="168" /></a>So Alex stripped down carefully so as not to get poop on anything else.<br />
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Before leaving, Kristen looked her little brother up and down standing there almost naked, "I can't believe you pooped your panties."<br />
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Alex couldn't believe it either.<br />
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He took off the panties, closed the door and hopped into the shower.<br />
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He cleaned himself off as best he could in a short period of time and then turned the water off. Outside the bathroom he heard voices, his mother and little sister were home.<br />
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He stepped over the poopy panties on the floor and grabbed a towel from the rack.<br />
Just then there was a hard bagging on the door.<br />
<br />
"Alex! Are you in there!?!" Megan's voice came from the other side of the door.<br />
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"I need to use the bathroom." Megan demanded.<br />
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"Oh, okay. Sure let me get out of your way." Alex said sheepishly.<br />
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"Why are you taking a shower in the middle of the day anyways?"<br />
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"Oh uh..." Alex tried to slide past her without her seeing what was in his hands. His heart was racing and he was sure she could smell the panties.<br />
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"What are you hiding?" She blocked the doorway.<br />
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"Nothing." Alex said confidently.<br />
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"Then why are you holding the towel like that? What's in your hand?"<br />
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Before he got away, she screamed and slammed the bathroom door.<br />
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"THAT'S MY UNDERWEAR!"<br />
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Alex started to plead with her. "I'm so sorry, look it'll never happen again. I'll buy you more or something."<br />
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"Give them to me!"<br />
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Alex hesitated before he showed he the messy panties.<br />
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Megan shrieked with rage.<br />
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Just then Kristen came into the bathroom, "What's going on?"<br />
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Megan was a ball of fury and she could barely believe that her brother stole and wore her panties and even worse had an accident in them.<br />
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"I told you that if I ever caught you again I'd tell everyone!" Megan hissed.<br />
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"I think I have of a better punishment." Said Kristen.<br />
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Alex looked at his older sister shocked.<br />
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Megan was still starring right at Alex.<br />
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Kristen explained that they should make Alex wear girl's clothes every day. And when Megan was looking she gave him a little wink. After a long explanation of how humiliating it would be for him, Megan was not as mad. She agreed to the punishment only as long as Alex would do her chores as well.<br />
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The next day was heaven for Alex.<br />
Not only were both of his sisters helping pick out an outfit for him, but he was allowed to be in Megan's closet. All he had to do was pretend like he wasn't enjoying himself.<br />
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The girls picked out a pink and grey dress that was far too short for Alex to wear.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He acted as shy and bashful as possible.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In reality however, he was having the time of his life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdOSuGIZxXPycCuc196YtACj2mnEtg2TmHgjk6ALe3TOICupqfMf5w6jr_CxH4igeHbIbRFlOwQm1HOP4Q38Ce2il2D5O0RdF-uRTDPIWMDxhK0dzrfa6qe7kmrJYiXDiOKzWz1ixp-dn/s1600/pics11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdOSuGIZxXPycCuc196YtACj2mnEtg2TmHgjk6ALe3TOICupqfMf5w6jr_CxH4igeHbIbRFlOwQm1HOP4Q38Ce2il2D5O0RdF-uRTDPIWMDxhK0dzrfa6qe7kmrJYiXDiOKzWz1ixp-dn/s200/pics11.jpg" width="151" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kristen provoked him as she had so many times before, "Let us see your thong Alli." And this time, Megan chimed in, "Ya, show us your thong little girl."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He proudly pulled up the back of his dress and showed of his panties.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The girls laughed and Megan thought the entire time that Alex was hating every minute of it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He was so happy that Kristen had helped make the clothing decisions, after all this time, she knew exactly what outfits he liked the best.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He was content to stay do this all day.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZmGuqIUvXzdpPS3-o-yZYhaNgnQ5pg51zZFMDvpGQ_HMze5JJCXA3p3no437Ix3ICAqOpLXd1Naz1cmL4Am16shkj7kmniE-yfKpf2aIS0Q4KMkvcFPfSJmkezABOYirIEakEgd4mZfT/s1600/pics12-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZmGuqIUvXzdpPS3-o-yZYhaNgnQ5pg51zZFMDvpGQ_HMze5JJCXA3p3no437Ix3ICAqOpLXd1Naz1cmL4Am16shkj7kmniE-yfKpf2aIS0Q4KMkvcFPfSJmkezABOYirIEakEgd4mZfT/s320/pics12-2.jpg" width="165" /></a><br />
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</div>And he would of but then his stomach got tight and he turned in panic to Kristen. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">A little fart squeezed out and he told the girls he had to go to the bathroom.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Lex! You need to learn how to be a lady and hold that in!" Megan scolded.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex pulled his dress back down and hurried to the toilet.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">More farts snuck out as he raced for the bathroom.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The girls made him keep the door open. Alex could hear them laughing and giggling and planning his next outfit. By the time he was finished in the bathroom, Megan told him it was chore time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex went into Megan's room to change into his cleaning outfit.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He was very surprised to find that the clothes he was supposed to clean the house in were nothing more than a pair of pink panties and a pink polka-dot top.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He began to clean the kitchen and at first the girls just watched him mop. Eventually Megan got up from her chair and went to the other room to get a camera. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I gotta get this on record." She said as she left the room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Alex looked at Kristen in astonishment. This was the first time they had been in the room alone together since before Megan had found out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabm1oO9hgQbtfngY_Va4RplgD00jmKe6mCW4Ii5HU2bgeQe516Da1lqPtzNTkDjaBgI2HcXzoe2Um19yAXhFZzW-61plxk0FEjjHfTw4_z8vx3dmCTZyb8BXBOcmX-LzwEdgD9W1zF6_a/s1600/pics01-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabm1oO9hgQbtfngY_Va4RplgD00jmKe6mCW4Ii5HU2bgeQe516Da1lqPtzNTkDjaBgI2HcXzoe2Um19yAXhFZzW-61plxk0FEjjHfTw4_z8vx3dmCTZyb8BXBOcmX-LzwEdgD9W1zF6_a/s200/pics01-2.jpg" width="189" /></a>"This is prefect!" Kristen whispered.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I know, I can't believe she thinks I'm upset right now!" Alex whispered back. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">However, he said it a little too loud because as Megan was coming back from retrieving the camera, she overheard their conversation.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"She has no idea, how much you're loving this." Kristen said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then they got quiet because they knew Megan would be back soon.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Megan was furious but she hid it well.</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was her turn to pretend and she acted well.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The days passed similarly to the first. Making Alex dress up, then making him do chores in just panties. All the while Megan was planning.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Megan decided to let Kristen in on the plan.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally, one afternoon while Alex was cleaning Megan asked if Kristen would take her out driving to practice for her license. Kristen agreed and according to plan suggested that Alex to come with them too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He agreed on the condition that he would stay in the car. It was safe, he thought, if Kristen invited me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So they dressed him up in daisy dukes, a blue and white tank top with red straps, and a hot pink thong.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">They drove to a parking lot and Alex immediately recognized the location.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQvMg-uizAO-MabOCQB2LQ96MosoK9pvBCJ5_aj7S2iXz6187kxuyj6p52OGobITAKRViS4x0Nwf3GyYplKZiHVFBs-rrYsuX5sZPfMwstr3GZeJoYe1jaySsoqQxSpPZzBooHv8-NeRXD/s1600/pics03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQvMg-uizAO-MabOCQB2LQ96MosoK9pvBCJ5_aj7S2iXz6187kxuyj6p52OGobITAKRViS4x0Nwf3GyYplKZiHVFBs-rrYsuX5sZPfMwstr3GZeJoYe1jaySsoqQxSpPZzBooHv8-NeRXD/s320/pics03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">"What are we doing here?" Alex protested.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I'm just learning to drive." Megan answered.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ya, but this is where all of my classmates go to hang out after school." </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And Alex was right. Next to the parking lot was a basketball court filled with 8th graders.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Megan smiled an evil smile. "Well in that case, You should go play with your friends."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No way! You promised me I could stay in the car!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Oh thats right. we'll be right back then." Megan and Kristen got out of the car and began walking to the courts.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex couldn't believe his sisters had tricked him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix5_1aHYL22v-TttVCi0AJBwwn52ojlTSInlIR51-gweE8_-6qr-Y744773hejInK-iYG6EEUu1tT1qUev7B6wkKN-7wzptWvAvH-5m7xBSR_q0-SmquJwgDBjBQOzVBsL3tVSRw3uDE7f/s1600/pics12-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix5_1aHYL22v-TttVCi0AJBwwn52ojlTSInlIR51-gweE8_-6qr-Y744773hejInK-iYG6EEUu1tT1qUev7B6wkKN-7wzptWvAvH-5m7xBSR_q0-SmquJwgDBjBQOzVBsL3tVSRw3uDE7f/s320/pics12-4.jpg" width="212" /></a>There was no where to run or escape to.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He quickly ducked down beneath the windows.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div> His heart was ponding so fast. If he was spotted, his life was over.<br />
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He weighed his options, but didn't have many. Maybe they wouldn't recognize him.<br />
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After all, he looked a lot like a girl.<br />
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But then, he heard Megan's voice, "Hey, do you all want to see a boy dressed like a girl!?!"<br />
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Then he heard laughter.<br />
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"No really, he's over in that car." Megan continued. "I think you might know him too!"<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgC9Ov4i5a6E_TQwSW3UkINNuJtXeCCEEbWaSsVUuaKnDXGjND2xLRXjIvPBbx4rO06tj9MgPzV5az-pploxroFbovZM4MagxPdiqFs0iOCuRe1DPZpmWxnVgyXV8l4rkIwHZM19yvGM9/s1600/pics13-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzgC9Ov4i5a6E_TQwSW3UkINNuJtXeCCEEbWaSsVUuaKnDXGjND2xLRXjIvPBbx4rO06tj9MgPzV5az-pploxroFbovZM4MagxPdiqFs0iOCuRe1DPZpmWxnVgyXV8l4rkIwHZM19yvGM9/s200/pics13-2.jpg" width="132" /></a>Then she pointed in the direction of the car and Alex tucked his head down. He wanted to die.<br />
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With his face down he spotted something. A last glimmering hope. The keys to the car.<br />
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He sat up so quick that the button on the front of the shorts broke and popped off.<br />
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The mob of kids was getting closer and closer.<br />
He didn't see Megan or Kristen with them but it didn't matter, he had to get out of there.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Give me the keys."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ashamed and defeated, Alex did as he was told.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The crowd gathered and one of the girls called out first, "It's Alex!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Alex was too humiliated to look at all the faces but he knew, standing in front grinning, was Megan, she had done as she had promised, she had told <i>everyone</i>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And just when Alex thought it couldn't get any worse, he heard Kristen from somewhere in the crowd say, "Let us see you're thong Alli!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Caught_in_pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301517995302614587noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823101707659972085.post-73633377662949303172011-04-14T22:06:00.000-07:002013-11-17T20:25:18.622-08:00The Sleepover (Part II):<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The next morning, Haley woke first and rolled over to find Cameron asleep wearing nothing but a bra and the heart covered thong.<br />
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She leaned over and pulled back the blankets to get a good look at his butt. Then she slapped it as hard as she could and Cameron woke with a startle. After looking around the room and regaining his awareness he was immediately ashamed of what he was wearing.<br />
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Haley could sense his turmoil and she offered for them to take a hot shower together.<br />
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Before too long they were laughing about the events of the night before and Cameron figured it was over with.<br />
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They were playful in the shower and splashed each other, giggling the whole time like two little girls. But soon enough the playing turned sexual and Cameron found himself groping at Haley's body. He spun her around so she faced the wall and grabbed her ass.<br />
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He immediately stopped. By the look on her face he knew he was in trouble.<br />
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"That's not how ladies act, little girl!" She lectured him.<br />
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While he was drying off, however, Haley came into the bathroom and put a pair of her clip-on earrings in his ears, which Cameron thought was odd. </div>
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But still he didn't protest.<br />
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Haley had thought she was done playing too. The earrings were just a joke. A reminder about a fun night they'd had.<br />
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But then she looked down at Cameron's shaved legs showing under her pink towel and she got an idea.<br />
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"Hey, Cami." Cameron looked up at her from drying off. "I was thinking about going in late to work today. Do you want to stay and have lunch with me?"<br />
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"Sure, that sounds good."<br />
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"Great!" Haley continued, "I'll leave you some clothes on the bed."<br />
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Cameron smiled at her, "Which clothes?" He asked knowingly.<br />
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"Oh... just something."<br />
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He didn't really want to play anymore but didn't bring it up and instead continued to dry himself off.<br />
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When Cameron came out of the bathroom there was a pile of folded clothes waiting as promised on the bed.<br />
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A green t-shirt and jeans lay stacked next to a fresh pair of panties with cherries printed on them.<br />
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He took the clothes back into the bathroom and got dressed quickly.<br />
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He heard Haley through the door, "If you want, there's some make-up you can borrow in there too."<br />
She said it so seriously, as if it wasn't a joke anymore.<br />
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Cameron snooped around and found some lip gloss and mascara to put on.<br />
Then he even took the to time to indulge and paint his toe-nails.<br />
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After he was done, he looked himself over in the mirror and became turned on by his own reflection! Then he went out into the living room.<br />
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Haley asked if he wanted breakfast or if he could wait till lunchtime.<br />
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"Uh, I guess I can wait." He replied from the couch.<br />
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He heard Haley coming into the room.<br />
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She rounded the corner and when she caught sight of him grinned enormously.<br />
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"You look hot!" She told him.<br />
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He smiled sheepishly and didn't say anything.<br />
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"I can't believe it all fits you so well! Are you wearing <i>everything</i>?"<br />
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"Yes, Haley."<br />
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"Prove it."<br />
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Cameron rolled his eyes and began to unbutton the top of his jeans. He pulled at the straps of his panties to prove to Haley he was wearing everything she had laid out for him.<br />
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"Too F'n cute." Haley squealed.<br />
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Cameron began to button them up again but Haley quickly stopped him.<br />
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"No, no little girl, take 'em all the way off."<br />
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He sat up leaning against the arm of the sofa and wiggled his pantied butt around for Haley's amusement.<br />
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While he was taking them off, the phone range in the other room and Haley jumped up to go get it.<br />
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"Sorry hun, I'll just be a second." She said as she sprinted towards the kitchen.<br />
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Cameron pulled the jeans all the way off and sat on the couch wearing only the green shirt and Haley's cherry printed panties.<br />
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She came back in a few minutes and Cameron asked in his most provocative voice, "Who called?"<br />
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This made Haley smile.<br />
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She liked it when he played around like that.<br />
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"Oh my! I just realized you painted your toe-nails!" Haley chirped.<br />
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Cameron stuck one leg in the air and wiggled his toes around for her to get a better look.<br />
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"You're just too cute. I might have to keep you!" She teased him.<br />
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"Hey! What kind of girl do you think I am!?!" He joked back.<br />
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The phone rang again in the other room and this time as Haley went to answer it, she turned to Cameron and told him, "I better get a good view of the booty when I come back in the room."<br />
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Cameron sat up on the couch again this time with his face to the wall so to give Haley the best view possible when she came back in. He waited and waited in that position for her to come back. Eventually he called to her in the other room.<br />
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"Haley? Are you coming?"<br />
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She put the phone down for a second and stuck her head around the corner into the living room.<br />
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"Ya, sorry about that, I was just getting some RSVP's from some other girls who are gonna stop by for lunch with us..."<br />
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<span id="goog_681641244"></span><span id="goog_681641245"></span>Caught_in_pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301517995302614587noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823101707659972085.post-65954917723488333832011-04-14T02:06:00.000-07:002013-11-17T20:25:35.601-08:00The Sleepover (Part I):<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5XQoe6N_gJF0C5wU8x8E0vvkQ4oETJ-kubyRKvPb7DQQxF_Dgm9mhBDgGj8wexWfIQG51CLgB5xKZjQ0LZrG8P9u1-n1c-SeTa5IRJGaQWndKRtU5x_WizD4-kU5jPVjH94a2q1ABQp7/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5XQoe6N_gJF0C5wU8x8E0vvkQ4oETJ-kubyRKvPb7DQQxF_Dgm9mhBDgGj8wexWfIQG51CLgB5xKZjQ0LZrG8P9u1-n1c-SeTa5IRJGaQWndKRtU5x_WizD4-kU5jPVjH94a2q1ABQp7/s320/001.jpg" width="320" /></a>Cameron had met a girl at a bar a few nights ago and tonight they had their first date.<br />
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The date was fun and typical. Dinner and a movie, they walked to and from the theater.<br />
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Cameron told her funny stories about how his little sister always wanted to braid his long hair while they we growing up. Haley laughed and was charmed by his sense of humor.<br />
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It all must have gone well because she invited him to stay over when it got late.<br />
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"It's getting late. I should probably go to bed soon." Haley hinted.<br />
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"Oh okay, no problem, I'll catch the bus."<br />
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"Do you want to just sleepover?" Haley asked.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJGyKZcLNIGiH5b0-QEis6KF13ceIv-XOjyw2MowxgiCAxoZ_onDGECwO8DOQFevymygREy7sX3T16C5s-RnLXIgELoOA5Gf3CsrrWTuHoPPwxef96QUZFPJGK5st64bMUDo6CaZ23IKC/s1600/8-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJGyKZcLNIGiH5b0-QEis6KF13ceIv-XOjyw2MowxgiCAxoZ_onDGECwO8DOQFevymygREy7sX3T16C5s-RnLXIgELoOA5Gf3CsrrWTuHoPPwxef96QUZFPJGK5st64bMUDo6CaZ23IKC/s200/8-1.jpg" width="200" /></a>"Of course I do, but I didn't want to be the one to bring it up." Cameron smiled.<br />
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Haley got up and went to her bedroom to get ready to go to sleep.<br />
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Cameron got up but realized he didn't have a toothbrush or anything. But before he could ask it was as if Haley had read his mind.<br />
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"That would actually be really helpful. Thanks!" Cameron replied.<br />
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He followed her into the bathroom and brushed his teeth as she changed into a yellow nightgown. Hesitating for a moment, he decided to ask before she offered this time.<br />
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"Do you have anything I could sleep in?" He asked from the bathroom.<br />
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There was no reply.<br />
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"Haley?"<br />
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She stuck her head in the bathroom and Cameron rinsed his mouth out and looked up at her from the sink.<br />
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"Uh, sure." She said, skeptical.<br />
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She led him across the bedroom to a closet.<br />
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"I guess you can find something to wear. I'm not sure what will fit you though."<br />
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Cameron began looking through Haley's clothes for something not too girly and big enough. He felt excited in her closet all alone. It was a little weird wearing her clothes but he definitely didn't want to sleep in what he was wearing.<br />
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Haley had went back out into the living room and Cameron seized the opportunity.<br />
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He finally found something comfortable enough to sleep in, a white tank top and a pair of grey shorts.<br />
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Haley called from the other room as Cameron was pulling the shirt on.<br />
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"Do you want anything to drink before bed?"<br />
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"No, I'm okay, thanks though." He called back after slipping into the shorts.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXaxlckX0Yw6VqzWyuUYOtCfpn_SMqe5Y5h010I40RwAuSYm9lacaRSxzfU6O9iCOZLzlme30OBzdG6sHg0IBr7aFCKSgtdKUrz2xFpuvkzWOMvC7tBzo_NxwlfXKLl6NDqkp0tjloxX8B/s1600/3-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXaxlckX0Yw6VqzWyuUYOtCfpn_SMqe5Y5h010I40RwAuSYm9lacaRSxzfU6O9iCOZLzlme30OBzdG6sHg0IBr7aFCKSgtdKUrz2xFpuvkzWOMvC7tBzo_NxwlfXKLl6NDqkp0tjloxX8B/s320/3-22.jpg" width="320" /></a>He looked down and blushed. They were much shorter than he had anticipated. Just as he was contemplating changing into something else, he heard a snicker from the doorway.<br />
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Haley was standing with a cup of hot tea she had poured for herself and covering a smile with her free hand.<br />
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"You look so cute like that!" She blurted.<br />
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Cameron was embarrassed. And started to move off the bed to change into something else. But just as he brought his leg up, Haley made her first shocking discovery of the night.<br />
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Sure enough Cameron's silky smooth legs shown bare and hairless under the short grey bottoms.<br />
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He blushed and murmured some excuse about how he used to be a swimmer and just got used to it.<br />
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"Well, I think you've got some sexy legs." Haley heckled.<br />
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Cameron blushed even more.<br />
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"I think these are too short." He said as he adjusted the waistband. While doing so, Haley made another discovery that nearly made her drop her cup and fall on the floor in hysterics.<br />
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"ARE YOU WEARING MY PANTIES!?!" She screeched.<br />
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Cameron looked down. He couldn't believe she had caught him. There was only the smallest little strip showing. But somehow she had seen it.<br />
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"I just..." There was nothing he could say this time.<br />
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Luckily, Haley responded quickly, "That's so cute!"<br />
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Cameron continued to move off the bed.<br />
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"Wait, does that mean you're wearing my bra too!?!" She asked putting the cup down and rushing to the closet.<br />
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"What are you doing?" Cameron asked.<br />
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Haley came back in less than a second with too socks. She jumped up onto the bed and stuffed them down Cameron's shirt before he could protest.<br />
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Cameron wasn't amused.<br />
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"Now let me see those panties!" Haley hollered.<br />
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"No, I think this is too much, I just wanted to be comfortable." Cameron said.<br />
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"Well what's more comfortable than walk'n around in your underwear. Or, my underwear..." She giggled to herself.<br />
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"Come on let's just go to bed." Cameron protested.<br />
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"Not till you show me those panties."<br />
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"Stand up!" Haley demanded, "I wanna see you trot around in them."<br />
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"Trot around?" Cameron echoed.<br />
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"Ya, act like my bed is a runway. Show me something sexy."<br />
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"Really?"<br />
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"Of course really!"<br />
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It felt very good and he began to get excited.<br />
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Haley made her third discovery of the night at that moment.<br />
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"Mmm... looks like Cami is enjoying wearing my panties in my bed."<br />
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Cameron looked down and realized what she was talking about. He covered himself and sat down quickly.<br />
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But it was no use, Haley was having too much fun 'discovering'.<br />
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"Okay, strip." She told him.<br />
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Cameron was now completely naked laying out on Haley's bed. Haley was in the closet again, rummaging through her dresser.<br />
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He couldn't help but smile at his predicament. It was embarrassing dressing up for a girl he had just met in her clothes but at the same time he kinda liked it.<br />
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As long as nobody else found out, he'd continue to play this game.<br />
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He waited and waited this way for a long time while Haley made a large pile of clothes for him to try on.<br />
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"I thought you were tired." Cameron called to her.<br />
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Haley looked back for the first time since going into the closet, "I guess I am. You just looked so cute in your little sissy outfit I wanted to try some others out."<br />
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Cameron just smiled. "We probably should get some sleep."<br />
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Haley agreed. "Sounds good." She came back into the bedroom and handed Cameron something. "Here, you can sleep in these."<br />
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Cameron looked at what she had given him and raised his eyebrows.<br />
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"Pwetty pwease." Haley begged.<br />
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"Haley..."<br />
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"Cameron." She responded, mimicking his tone.<br />
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"Just don't tell anyone, promise?"<br />
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"I promise."<br />
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Caught_in_pantieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301517995302614587noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2823101707659972085.post-63386535003054511752011-03-21T15:51:00.000-07:002011-03-21T15:51:51.335-07:00An Animated "Caught" Saga:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86Md4qN8VRubcdh074d_mkjVWgwAFpGI4IsW4am0d-M4dD47skYhyphenhyphen4meWxHURgjiwJK9rYMS-CIk-CDWx_XPvwn-qEbLSrE-jelloBm0qqQ9_8W0Tmb1SWNdSVbLnrznIuvFLKi5og7Ep/s1600/080c23a4908639f82698e23875830079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86Md4qN8VRubcdh074d_mkjVWgwAFpGI4IsW4am0d-M4dD47skYhyphenhyphen4meWxHURgjiwJK9rYMS-CIk-CDWx_XPvwn-qEbLSrE-jelloBm0qqQ9_8W0Tmb1SWNdSVbLnrznIuvFLKi5og7Ep/s320/080c23a4908639f82698e23875830079.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Patrick had stayed home "sick" from school. He had usually had a hard time convincing his mom but for some reason, today was different.</div><div><br />
</div><div>He slept in and woke up around noon, heading straight for his older sister's room.</div><div><br />
</div><div>She was at school and he remembered hearing her complaining to their mom about how it wasn't fair that Patrick got to stay home and she couldn't.</div><div><br />
</div><div>He opened up the top drawer and found a very cute pair of soft cotton panties to try on. Colleen was a very petite girl but a few years older that Patrick so he could still fit into her clothes without much effort.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7zL9cff-Gq0gWqXgxvFchsWJuAaK8xYxCYHuaq15_Ub8pAr-749z6Oy21HHSsIM14oXU-EYCKbS2aIlkB5Pjh8LNdPbw23_lLiwuaE9Y4flum1YHCGo161crFlfG56Bed5ehyphenhyphenzRezYbx/s1600/8bb2a07a776116dc2f65de51239a5541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7zL9cff-Gq0gWqXgxvFchsWJuAaK8xYxCYHuaq15_Ub8pAr-749z6Oy21HHSsIM14oXU-EYCKbS2aIlkB5Pjh8LNdPbw23_lLiwuaE9Y4flum1YHCGo161crFlfG56Bed5ehyphenhyphenzRezYbx/s400/8bb2a07a776116dc2f65de51239a5541.jpg" width="400" /></a>He slipped into the panties and was immediately aroused by the feeling of feeling feminine.</div><div>A little more snooping in her closet and Patrick found an extra school uniform.</div><div>He put it on, a little embarrassed at how short the length was. He looked at himself in the mirror and blushed. If he hunched over at all, his panties became visible immediately.</div><div><br />
</div>Next, it was time to find some shoes to complete the outfit and then on to make-up.<br />
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Even though Patrick wasn't going to school, it didn't mean he wasn't going to get a certain education that day. He planned on working on his girlie walk and trying on as many outfits as possible before Colleen came home from school at 4:30.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnSs66oukHAJuxd9Iy6WlXeOi5EuP6B7r_5T5KMk7Q4P89VpbEAhkn1ZH036SBUxMidw4-p4XLiBVwacilHFyKWsOrdiSve_x-5PbYC6R73VMbKnfrwAyPsXzPYFk2GDxU6JXThUBhnJWs/s1600/0c32a70d6d129733224e07befa31f13a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnSs66oukHAJuxd9Iy6WlXeOi5EuP6B7r_5T5KMk7Q4P89VpbEAhkn1ZH036SBUxMidw4-p4XLiBVwacilHFyKWsOrdiSve_x-5PbYC6R73VMbKnfrwAyPsXzPYFk2GDxU6JXThUBhnJWs/s200/0c32a70d6d129733224e07befa31f13a.jpg" width="178" /></a>He was just about the switch into a new outfit when the door slammed downstairs and he could hear heavy footsteps running up the stairs!<br />
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It was Colleen!<br />
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"Patrick! I know you're not sick, where are you!"<br />
she said angrily.<br />
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Patrick almost had a heart attack when he heard her voice. She was coming up so fast there was almost no time to react.<br />
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In a moment she was upstairs and saw that her brother wasn't in his room. When she came to her room, she noticed the door was closed.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"LET ME IN PATRICK!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What are you doing home?" Patrick moaned.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's lunch time. What are you doing in my room, you creep!?!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They struggled back and forth on either side of the door for a moment until Colleen finally pulled it open enough to stick her foot in the crack and then pry it all the way open.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Patrick took a step back but there was nowhere to hide. He'd been caught.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"What the hell are you doing!" Colleen demanded.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"It was just a joke, Col, don't freak out." Patrick said meekly.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKjpCdcXwB7jPsYndDc8zgVjaCkeU9g0fBtexGLqeNbgQa6AwUTWs57WrviNoQYfDBxrBMt0mws1Zn9omQcvEH8X7lZjBGhjBHsXwBa057wviOD-dzPNUe-bLwxKvoCZgsXSmjZzHx-xv/s1600/9b25b594c4720950026f2c2f03b57e94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYKjpCdcXwB7jPsYndDc8zgVjaCkeU9g0fBtexGLqeNbgQa6AwUTWs57WrviNoQYfDBxrBMt0mws1Zn9omQcvEH8X7lZjBGhjBHsXwBa057wviOD-dzPNUe-bLwxKvoCZgsXSmjZzHx-xv/s200/9b25b594c4720950026f2c2f03b57e94.jpg" width="200" /></a>"Freak out? Ya right! I always wanted a little sister!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"It was just this one time, I swear."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I can't wait to show Alice." Colleen took out her cellphone and snapped a picture.</div><br />
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"NO! Please don't show anyone that!"<br />
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"Oh, Patricia, you're so funny sometimes, of course I'm going to show all my friends." Colleen laughed.<br />
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Patrick was in shock. Why had he decided to play hookie today? He knew his life was never going to be the same after this experience.<br />
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Patrick's stomach sank but he couldn't protest anymore, she had him trapped. Colleen helped Patricia straighten out his skirt and button up his blouse. Then she did his make-up.<br />
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"Push your lips out like this." She told him as she applied some lip gloss.<br />
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"Trisha, you look so cute!"<br />
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Finally, she put a little pink hear clip in his hair.<br />
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"Okay! are you ready?" Colleen asked.<br />
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"Ready for what?" Patricia replied.<br />
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"For school you silly girl. My lunch break is almost over, we gotta get back."<br />
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"There is no way in hell I'm leaving this room dressed like this!" Trisha argued.<br />
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"OH YES YOU ARE LITTLE GIRL! Unless you want me to show mom that you weren't really sick today, I've got the pictures to prove it." Colleen reminded him.<br />
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"Col, please, no." Patricia begged quietly.<br />
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"Now grab your bag and let's go or we'll both be late!"<br />
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