By Masked Man
Copyright 2022 by Masked Man, all rights reserved
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INTRO/ BACKGROUND:
As most of my stories this happens in the 70s/60s. If you are young for
you nowdays child nudity is the greater taboo, but generations ago,
before the 80s child nudity were considered unimportant and asexual,
more regarding boy.
As a Gen X guy growing in Latin America “mixes
families” were rare, now the norm, so for me was interesting
exploring the feelings of a boy suddenly having to live with a new
woman and girls to be part of his family, strangers for him, but his
strict dad in great love with his new wife and wanting things to work.
Especially regarding the privacy issues for a preteen boy in an era
when the children privacy were not a big deal, especially boys.
SIDE NOTE: this was not written by me, I hired a writer, but the plot
and ideas were 100% mine, however the writer put ideas and phrases but
it was almost ghost writing, English is not my first language but fear
not, this is well written and the guy did an excellent job
Chapter one:
It was the summer of 1963 and the lawn and trees were gleaming green in
the sunlight. Mr. Robertson was about to head out with his wife, giving
his newly adopted daughter the rules for while they were out of town.
“The newspaper must be brought in before eight or else it
will yellow in the sun and look unsightly. Don't forget to bring the
mail in by three o'clock sharp; we don't want the neighbor boys
stealing it again. Water your mother's plants Sunday afternoon; we
won't be home until late. Do you understand all this, Clara?”
“Yes, of course, Father,” Clara said, smiling up at
her step-father. She twirlled a long dark hair around her finger. She
would probably slack off behind his back, but while he stood there
before her, tall and imposing and putting his trust into her, she would
behave.
“And as for Hunter,” Mr. Robertson said, his eyes
shifting off the seventeen-year-old girl to his small younger son who
stood in the doorway, his large green eyes luminious in the sunlight.
“You must be very strict with him.”
Clara's mouth curved into a wonderful smile. She loved the sound of
those words. “Oh, I will be, Father. I'll be very strict with
Hunter.”
“He's very soft and so you must discipline him firmly. You
must see to it that he doesn't eat sweets, that he takes his bath and
washes very thoroughly. He should be in bed promptly by eight o'clock
with the lights out. You can do that, can you, Clara?”
“Oh, yes, Sir. I have no problem with that and I'm sure
Hunter will be very good with me. Won't you, Hunter?” She
turned her bright smile toward her step-brother.
Feeling miserably embarrassed by his father's meticulously pointing out
all of his failings, Hunter nodded, unable to hide the crimson blush
that had begun to spread across his pale cheeks. What choice did he
even have?
“You had better obey your big sister, boy. Look at me when I
speak. That's better. Any foul report from Clara upon my return will
result in you receiving the spanking of a life time. Understand
me?”
“Yes, Sir!” Hunter tiny said, trying his very best
to stand up straight and proud. He looked right up into his father's
imposing eyes.
His father looked him over, disdain somewhat evident in his eyes, but
finally nodded. He was nor proud to have such a soft, girly looking
son. Perhaps a few days at the hands of a step-sister would do well to
harden him up. “Good. We will be back late Sunday. Ring the
Rothschilds down the road if you need help.”
“Have a pleasant trip, Father,” Clara called,
waving at her parents as her step-father donned his hat and walked down
the driveway to the red and chrome 1957 Chevy that their mother sat
waiting in.
–
That night was the very first night Clara had ever had the entire big
house solely under her command. She had exercised her authority quite a
bit over dinner, ordering everyone to cut their food up just so, and to
wipe their faces with their napkins, and not to drink too much, and
especially to wash their hands before serving. Afterward, she enjoyed
making the little ones do the washing up. Seeing shy and small Hunter
with his shirt sleeves rolled up, hands covered in soapy water as he
washed the dinner pots was such a fun sight! Seeing him all full of
bubbles and soap gave the older girl a very thrilling idea.
She had been put in charge of Hunter completely, and that included
making certain he had his bath. She took her duties very seriously.
She'd never seen Hunter have a bath before and suddenly she found
herself very curious about what her new brother looked like under his
clothes. His pale milky white hands and face were all she had ever
seen. Was he so pale and soft all the way up? The more she thought
about it, the more she really wanted to find out. And what better way
to assert her authority than by forcing him to have a bath?
“Hunter,” she announced, sliding up behind him as
he washed the final plate, to stroke his shoulder with a finger.
“You heard what Father said, didn't you? I'm to make sure you
bathe and wash properly while he and Mother are away. I do believe it's
time for your bath. You didn't take one last night, you naughty boy, so
I'm going to have to bathe you myself this afternoon and make sure you
wash all your parts very thoroughly. Very, very thoroughly.”
At her words and touch, Hunter froze up. The thought of his new
step-sister seeing him naked made him burn in embarrassment; the
thought of her washing him made him feel almost faint. There were other
feelings inside him, but he ignored them for now.
“C-Clara,” he began, his pale legs trembling.
“I can bathe myself.”
“And you expect me to trust that you'll wash everything
proper and thoroughly? I don't think so! I'm going to make sure you are
the cleanest little boy in the world!”
Hunter started to protest again, but the girl gave him a serious, stern
look—one she had perfected from her mother. In just that one
look Hunter knew his resistance was futile. His father had told him to
obey Clara. If he resisted she would most definitely tell their father,
and he would be given the spanking of a lifetime!
At last, defeated, Hunter's small shoulders sagged.
“Awww!” he cried, conceeding, and hopped down from
the step-stool he was using to be tall enough to reach the dishes in
the sink. “That's not fair!” Grumbling, he dried
his hands on a fancy kitchen dish towel and headed off. He knew Clara
wanted him to go upstairs immediately. Still, he wasn't entirely
without mischief and, still scowling, he stomped loudly up the stairs
as he went, making as much noise as he possibly could.
Smiling most self-satisfied, Clara set the clean dishes on the counter
to dry and turned to quickly follow her new little brother up the
stairs.
Chapter two:
The bathroom was large and beautiful, decorated by their mother in soft
mint green tile. There were large white bath towels hanging on a rack
by the door, and fragant shampoos and soaps filled the air with the
scent of flowers and honey. The little grumbling boy there constrasted
completely with the beautiful bathroom, making quite a strange sight.
Hunter grumbled as he unbuttoned his fancy little shirt and trouser. He
wasn't going to go through this without some protest! Before Clara
arrived, he threw them in an untidy pile on the floor. At the very
least he'd rebel in small form.
When Clara finally arrived from drying the dishes, she was pleasantly
surprised to see Hunter had already stripped down to his
tighty-whities. His little white arms were defiantly crossed, his plush
lower lip pushed out with a pout. Despite her pleasure at his state of
undress, she maintained her aloof look. She couldn't let him know how
much fun she was having. She had to maintain control of the situation.
“Shame on you for not being completely ready. You've had
plenty of time to get undressed and start the water! You're not going
to bathe in those undies, are you? Take them off,” she
ordered. When he didn't immediately take them off himself, she reached
out and began to pull them down herself.
As soon as her brother's pale white hip was exposed—it almost
as white as the underwear he'd previously been wearing—she
grinned brilliantly, unable to help her enjoyment of his discomfort.
Completely and utterly mortified, Hunter immediately covered his
private parts with his hands, shiveirng in the cold as his sister fully
undressed him. Once he was fully naked, she pushed him toward the
massive cast iron tub that dominated the pretty green bathroom. He
wanted to protest loudly; to at least beg for a little more time so he
could undress and wash himself, but words failed him. Clara was so big
and stern and he was too shy and timid to say anything against her. His
father was right; he was soft.
Noticing his shyness and the blush spreading across his face, Clara
turned on the hot water and let Hunter climb inside on his own. She
would allow him a little room to obey without her making demands.
“There's nothing to be shy about,” she stated,
watching him like a hawk. “As your new older big sister, it's
my job to help you with your baths. Afterall, you're still just a cute
little boy, much to fragile to be left on his own alone to
bath.”
The words were kind and Hunter almost believed they were said to
comfort him, but they had a much different effect—it just
made him feel much worse. He knew he was very small for his age and
light and delicate and pretty, but he wanted so very much to be strong
and firm to please his father. Having Clara tell him his
failings—especially while he was naked—was
unbearable. But he was too shy and timid to say anything or do anything
other than blush and fold in on himself.
So, despite his discomfort, he said nothing as she took up a soft white
wash cloth and began soaping it up. Once she got it good and soapy, she
began rubbing it across Hunter's back in small circular motions. She
was as thorough as she said she would be, making sure to wash his
shoulders, arms, forearms, and between each finger. Setting aside the
washcloth for a little bit, she washed his soft, shaggy light-brown
hair with sweet smelling shampoo. After she had gotten his head
completely full of bubbles, she rinsed it clean several times with
water from a big silver bathing bucket.
“You really have such lovely white skin,” Clara
mused as she washed her new step-brother's body. Unlike her olive skin
from her Italian ancestery, Hunter was pale, pale white. His skin in
some places was so soft and pale it was almost translucent.
“It's as though you're made of the finest
porcelain...” Smiling to herself, she said, “Now,
stand up. I want to wash your butt. I'm sure it's very
dirty.” In reality, she just wanted to see it. Even though
she was seventeen-years-old she'd never seen a boy's butt upclose
before. Hunter was her brother and small and young, but he was old
enough for her to appreciate a good look.
“C-Clara--” Hunter began, but his words once again
failed him after a stern look from his sister. So, after sitting for as
long as he thought he could get away with, he got up and let his new
big step-sister wash his butt.
Nodding appreciatively, Clara ran the soapy washcloth over each cheek
very thoroughly, softly squeezing and cupping the globes. It was hard
not to laugh in delight at her brother's complete obdience.
“You've got a very nice, round butt, Hunter,” she
remarked as she washed him. “It's almost a pity you're a
boy... a butt like this on a girl would make another man's
day...” It was true, too. She wished her own butt was as nice
and round. How stupid to be jealous of a little boy... and yet, she
was. Perhaps that was part of why she teased him so.
Hunter burned crimson at her words, bowng his head in embarrassment. It
gave him such conflicting emotions. He enjoyed being praised and
admired, and yet he knew they were traits his father wouldn't approve
of, and so he was ashamed. And all the same, he didn't want Clara to
stop complimenting him, even if she was doing so almost mockingly.
As she washed, Clara's hands traveled lower eventually, moving to clean
his thighs. She hummed slightly as she worked, shaking her head in
amazement. He really was one very well formed. “Your thighs
are just as milky white and soft as the rest... Your legs are lovely.
You should wear shorts to show them off...”
Through all of her washing and words, Hunter held his hands over his
private parts, burning in embarrassment and mixed delight. After Clara
finished thoroughly washing his butt and thighs though there was no
more chance of making pretenses. “I've got to make sure
you're thoroughly washed EVERYWHERE,” she stated in her stern
voice. “Remove your hands.”
“B-but...” Hunter began, actually trembling. It was
one thing to have her wash his butt, but his privates... It was so
embarrassing!
“Move them!” She slapped him on his milky white
butt.
“Oh!” Shocked and surprised, Hunter's hands moved
from his groin to his injured butt, exposing himself to his step-sister.
Clara grinned and went in immediately with the washcloth, completing
her washing. “You're such a cute little boy,” she
cooed, getting an eyeful, but being very mindful about what she was
doing, “and so short for your age.”
Hunter felt himself weakening, giving in to Clara entirely. He couldn't
resist; she was too stern and powerful, and in his own way Hunter
enjoyed being told what to do as well as praised. He only wished she
didn't quite so often remark on how cute and pale he was... And he
wished she wasn't saying that while looking at and touching him...
well... down THERE...
“There, there. Now you're all nice and clean,” she
said, pouring one final bucket of water over her step-brother's head,
rinsing him completely. Once he was completely rinsed off, she went and
got a large fluffy white towel to wrap Hunter up in it.
“Doesn't that feel nice?” She rubbed him a bit dry.
“You were very good and obident in the bath, Hunter, so I'll
carry you to my room now so I can dry you off properly.” She
stooped a moment to get her balance and then bent and lifted the boy up
in her arms, sagging only slightly under his weight.
He really was so very slim and small for his age.
Chapter three:
To Hunter's utter disbelief, Clara carried him right into her bedroom,
where her little sister Gina—his new
step-sister—was sitting on the bed indian-style, reading a
big, colorful picture book. Clara gently set him down in the middle of
their shared bedroom. It had a large canopy bed that dominated the
room, dressed in white and lilac covers. On the walls were two fancy
balle paintings, and there were dolls and a crib in one corner. In the
other corner was a vanity mirror, next to a very detailed doll house,
and little figures that went inside. Hunter drank it all
in—he was almost never allowed in Clara and Gina's
room—and then suddenly Clara took the towel from him so she
could begin drying his body.
Hunter squirmed at the unexpected loss of privacy. “You
shouldn't let Gina stay here!” he protested, finally finding
his voice. “It's bad enough you have to see!”
Clara clucked chidingly and kept drying her little brother, not at all
minding his words. “Now, now, Hunter, you should behave and
listen to your big sister. Gina doesn't mind me drying you with her in
the room, do you, Gina? It's her room too, after all.”
Gina had set down her book and was now watching with wide eyes as her
big sister dried her new brother. She was utterly fascinated by his
pale skin and boy parts. “I don't mind.”
“You've never seen a boy's body before, have you?”
Clara thoughtfully asked, knowing fullwell that Gina never had.
Wallowing in her ultimate authority, Clara turned Hunter around and
stepped aside, revealing the small naked pale boy to his new little
sister completely. The boy still had his hands embarrassedly held in
front of his groin, but his milky white flesh was well-exposed to his
Italian sisters. In their room, he almost glowed.
Gina giggled. “How come he's hiding? What's there he's afraid
to show?”
“Not much,” Clara said, snickering. “Now,
Hunter. We must dry you completely,” Clara announced and,
using her towel, she knocked Hunter's hands away, making him expose
himself to his little sister.
It was only for a moment, a few seconds, but Gina burst into a peal of
laughter. “I saw it! I saw it! I saw what you were
hiding!”
“Nooo!” Hunter cried, his soft white cheeks
suddenly turning scarlet with his blush. He hunkered down, trying to
hide himself again. “Don't look, please!” This was
really the worst. He didn't mind the awkward compliments so much, but
showing his body off to Gina was too much! She was laughing in delight
at his anguish and shame.
“She can look if I say she can,” Clara announced.
“You're still just a cute little boy, it's all right. There's
nothing she shouldn't be able to see. You're both little
kids.”
“Yeah! And I wanna see it again!” Gina demanded.
Clara tugged at Hunter's hands, but he wasn't going to budge. Grinning,
she used the wet towel and suddenly gave Hunter a fast pop on the butt
with the wet end, like she had before with her hand in the bath tub.
Yelping, Hunter's hands flew off his privates, exposing himself to his
sisters, as he grabbed his suddenly sore bottom.
Gina burst into laughter again. “Oh! I see it again! It's so
weird!!”
Ignoring the pain, Hunter quickly covered himself again, feeling almost
faint from how hard he was blushing in embarrassment.
“Poor shy little Hunter,” Clara cooed. She stroked
his hair and cheek, her hand soft and cool, soothing on his hot skin.
“Look at how red he's turning with that blush. You'd do well
to obey me better, otherwise Father will see that you're proper
diciplined when he gets home. You don't want me to tell him you weren't
following my orders, do you?”
“N-no,” Hunter demurely said, but couldn't bring
himself to lower his hands and expose himself to Gina again.
“How come he's so pale?” Gina asked hoping off the
bed to walk around her brother. She got close, studying him carefully.
“Did all his color wash off in the bath?”
Hunter blushed even more profusely, though he didn't know he could get
any more red.
“No. He's just a very pale luttle boy,” Clara said.
“So lily white... He isn't Italian like we are, Gina. He
doesn't have our mother's blood in him.”
“I can tell. It's so strange...” On the other side,
Gina started giggling again. “Oh! Hehe! I can see your butt,
Hunter! And you can't hide both.” She kept giggling as she
watched him squirm in anguish, debating between hiding his front or his
butt. “It's even more pale than your face! Hunter's got such
a pale white butt! Hunter's got a pale white butt!”
“Gina, please!” Hunter cried, feeling near tears.
At last Clara took a little bit of pity on the boy. “Go and
sit down, Gina,” Clara said, and her little sister happily
obeyed, but kept her eyes on Hunter. Sighing, Clara finished drying
Hunter off with the big fluffy towel. “Lift your
arms,” she ordered kindly, “so I can dry your
armpits.”
“But...”
Clara got stern again. “Do as I say, Hunter, or else Father
will hear about it.”
Staring miserably at Gina, who was staring right back at him, Hunter
nodded and, slowly, raised his arms, completely and helplessly exposing
himself to Gina as Clara dried his armpits.
Gina didn't giggle at all this time. She just stared at him fully
exposed and crossed her arms smugly, silently gloating at the power she
and her sister had over him.
Chapter four:
“There, that should do it,” Clara said, stepping
back with the fluffy white towel in her hand to admire her freshly
washed and dried step-brother. He was still blushing, but at least
didn't look like a drowned rat anymore. “What do you think,
Gina? Is Hunter nice and dry now?”
“Mmhmm,” the younger girl said, swinging her legs
as she sat on the bed. She nodded emphatically. “He's all
nice and dry.”
Clara gave her sister a speculative glance and decided that the younger
girl had seen as much of Hunter as she wanted to see. It wasn't as fun
to tease Hunter if neither of them were reacting to it anymore.
“Good. Then, we should dress you him, don't you
think?”
“Oh, yes!” Gina's eyes lit up with delight at the
idea, filling with all sorts of fun ideas. “Let's
do!”
Clara put a hand on her hip, thinking deeply. “Hmm. And how
shall we dress our new brother, Gina?”
“Oh! I know! Let's put him in one of my dresses!”
She got to her feet, standing on the canopy bed in excitement.
“Let's put him in one of my Sunday dresses!”
Clara laughed and shook her head. The idea of Hunter in a dress was
absurd. “Don't be silly, Gina. He's a boy.”
“But he'll be so pretty. Look at his face, so white... his
long eyelashes... oh, let's put him in a dress, Clara,
please?”
Reconsidering, Clara looked at Hunter again and began picturing the
light little boy in one of her sister's Sunday dresses. She was right;
he would look very pretty in it. He was probably small enough to fit
into one as well. She worried for a few moments about putting a boy in
girl's clothing—Hunter's father probably wouldn't approve of
that—but after a few moments knew that all she had to do was
threaten Hunter with a spanking if he ever mentioned it and they'd be
safe to do whatever the wanted.
The more she thought about it, she knew with her help, he could really
look like a beautiful, sweet little girl. She was in charge here, after
all! “All right, we'll do it! We'll put Hunter in a
dress.”
“What!” Hunter cried, turning around to stare at
Clara. This was one step too far. “No, you can't! Please! Not
in a dress...”
“Don't you forget--I'M in charge here, Hunter! You can't talk
back to me, or else I'll tell Father. I'll tell him everything and he
will most certainly believe whatever I say over anything you
say.”
“B-but--!”
Clara said nothing, she just sternly glared down at him until he
lowered his pretty green eyes in submission. “Good
boy.” Turning, she addressed her sister. “Gina, go
and get a couple dresses.”
Hunter's cheeks were still burning in shame, but not so much from
embarrassment now. If he really absolutely wanted, he could resist
Clara now. Getting a spanking from his father would be terrible, but
most boys would risk that to avoid being forced into a frilly girl's
dress. Hunter, however, burned in desire. He had often watched girl's
in their frilly Sunday dresses going into church like beautiful flowers
and been jealous of their soft fabrics and colors while he wore an itcy
suit. He had been jealous of how easy and carefree they could laugh and
play when he had to be stoic and calm. He hated having to be a cold
man; he longed more than once to be able to be colorful and fun and
free, like the girls... How nice it would be for once to feel the lace
against his thighs or rub the silk ribbon between his fingers...
Gina disappeared into their enormous walk-in closet for a few minutes,
hunting for the perfec dress, leaving Hunter standing there with Clara,
naked with only his shameful thoughts. She took forever to find
everything she wanted, and returned with a huge pile of clothes in her
little arms. She brought a large assortment of dresses and put them on
the bed. And then, grinning broadly, she pulled a beautiful pair of
soft, silk panties out of her pocket and dangled them in front of
Hunter's blushing face.
“Put these on first,” Gina said, dropping the
pretty panties into his hands.
Hunter quickly did so, in part because he wanted to feel the silk
against his skin like in his mental fantasy, but also because it meant
he could finally stop hiding his privates from his sisters with his
hands. Wearing girl panties was a small price to pay to be somewhat
modest again... and, in putting them on, he gave a soft little sigh of
delight. How he wished boy underpants were so soft and comfortable!
Gina was laying the dresses out on the bed in a neat row now. There
were five in total, each more lovely than the next. The girl's were
spoiled quite regularly, and had a very impressive assortment of
dresses and clothes, many of which had never been worn.
“Which one do you like the best?”
In truth, Hunter liked all of the dresses. Each was different in a
splendid way. How he wished he could lay out all his suits and have
such a variety to choose from! After looking all of the dresses over,
he realized he secretly likely the one with the most lace and frills
the most—it was blue and white, which a pinafore and eyelet
lace on the edges; like something out of a storybook fairytale. Still,
he couldn't pick that one; they'd know the secret deep in his heart and
even now he couldn't reveal that. Not to them. So, he selected the
least fancy of all the dresses she brought out—a plain navy
dress with cream pipping, brass buttons, a sailor collar and a long
skirt.
Clara gave a tsk of disapproval at the one Hunter had selected.
“Why would you even bring that drab thing out? There's no way
we can put Hunter in that boring old dress!” As if for
emphasis, she picked it up off the bed and threw it across the room
where its brass buttons clattered against the wall.
“What about this one?” Gina asked, gesturing to a
lovely emerald green dress with many layers and bows. It looked like a
cake. “I got it for Christmas last year...”
“It's nice, quite lovely even, and would go well with
Hunter's eyes, but... for our cute little white boy I think pink is
better.” Clara picked up a dress that was too small for Gina
now, and would be much too small for Hunter. The pink skirt was very
short, almost like a balleria's tutu, and full of frills and lace. Two
dark pink ribbons dangled down the back.
Hunter's heart was beating wildly as Clara held it up to him to see if
he could fit in it at all, but he said absolutely nothing at all. He
feared any sound at all would give him away.
“Ooooh, yes! Let's try it!” Gina cried.
“That's the girliest dress of them all!”
Clara tugged and yanked the dress down over Hunter's head. She had to
unlace a few parts and resew a button or two, but with a little work
they got the tiny dress to fit on Hunter. They used the two big ribbons
in the back to close up the small dress. In the end, it looked quite
fashionable on him, even though it was intended originally to be worn
differently on a much younger girl.
“Spelendid!” Gina cried, clapping her hands.
“He looks better in it than I ever did.”
“I agree,” Clara teased. “Now, go and get
your knee socks, you know, the long white ones with the pink
bows.”
“Oh, yes! And my little pink shoes with the silver
buckles...”
“Yes, those too!” Clara laughed. “And
then we'll do your hairm, Hunter... you're going to be such a pretty
girl when we're through with you, little brother...”
Gina returned quite soon with a lovely soft pair of knee socks that
were as white as Hunter's beautiful, pale legs. The tiny pink bows at
the top of the knee socks stood out bright against his skin.
Surprisingly his tiny feet fit perfectly into his new sister's shoes,
as well.
Once he was dressed, Clara sat him down at the vanity mirror and began
combing and styling his sandy brown hair. It was a little short for a
girl, but with some careful feathering, lots of bows and a fun, frilly
headband, Clara soon transformed her little brother into the cutest
little girl she'd ever seen. She pinched his milky white cheeks until
they were red again, and gave him the slightest bit of lipstick to make
his plush lips stand out even more. “Oh, look.” She
turned him toward the mirror. “You're so beautiful,
Hunter...”
Hunter could hardly believe he was the face looking back at him in the
mirror. He was such a pretty, delicate little girl... He wanted to take
a picture so he could remember this moment forever. Even with Gina and
Clara standing right there, he couldn't help but stare at his
reflection.
“I can't believe, it,” Gina said awe in her voice.
“If I didn't know he was a boy, I'd never guess...”
“Me either. Hmmmm.” Clara got another devious look
in her dark brown eyes. “I wonder... I have an idea. Let's go
outside! Let's parade Hunter around dressed like a girl like this and
see if anyone recognizes him or knows it's a boy. I bet we can fool a
lot of people.”
Hunter's eyes widened, his heart pounding even harder than before. That
was too much. “No!”
Gina clapped in delight, especially at his reaction. “Yes!
Oh, let's go outside! We can say he's our cousin. I mean, that SHE'S
our cousin! I bet no one will know it's really him! Who would? I bet
his father wouldn't even believe it was Hunter!”
“No, please,” Hunter cried, to no avail. He was
going to die of embarrassment.
Clara stomped her foot for attention. “You'll do as I say,
Hunter!” she ordered. “Or you will regret it! Don't
make me warn you again.” She grabbed him by his little arm
and began dragging him outside.
Chapter five:
Outside the summer weather was very plesant, with a soft, warm breeze
blowing, tickling the leaves in the trees. It was late afternoon, and
the sun was starting to slant golden through the street, highlighting
everything in sunset colors. The birds were singing happily in the
trees, the scent of dinner cooking on a bunch of stoves wafted through
the air, and somewhere a tinny radio was playing an old jazz tune.
For Hunter, that summer breeze was a mightly gale for in such a tiny
pink skirt he felt the wind blowing against his pale white thighs like
he never had before. It tugged at the thin silky fabric, and he put his
hands over it quickly, smoothing it down in fear that his skirt might
blow up and reveal his lacy panties to the world. Doing so gave him a
sparkling feeling inside of thrill and delight, but he didn't really
want to show the world his panties. He was so silly, acting like a real
girl...
“I know where we should go first,” Gina announced.
“Let's go to Dean's house! Let's show Hunter to Dean. I bet
even his very best friend won't be able to recognize him!”
The colorful blush suddenly went out of Hunter's face as he went pale.
His knees actually went a bit weak, knocking together as he swayed. Of
all the people he didn't want to see him like this, Dean was top of the
list. “NO! Not Dean! Anyone but Dean!” He liked
Dean so much! He'd just die if Dean saw him like this and sudden
stopped liking him in return... Dean was so cool and suave and good
with the ladies; he was exactly the sort of guy Hunter's father wished
Hunter would be. Dean was too cool to understand why Hunter couldn't
stand up to his sisters in matters like these... Dean would never
understand why Hunter was wearing a dress...
But of course as soon as he begged them not to make him go, Clara made
up her mind that Dean was absolutely the first person they were going
to go see together. There was no protesting it now. She had the thought
in her head, knew it would be the most humilating for Hunter and
therefore show just how much control she had over him if she made him
go through with it. So, of course, they were going to go through with
it! It wasn't as if Hunter had the will power to resist. Clara put her
firm hand on Hunter's upper arm, her fingers gripping tight, and began
marching him down the cute suburban street toward the neighbor's house,
holding on so strong there was no hope of escape. Not that Hunter could
have run very far in cute pink strappy flats anyway.
“We can't call him Hunter, of course,” Gina mused
as they walked. “We have to come up with another name for
him. A girl name.”
“Hmmm.” Clara thought for a few moments.
“How about Hilda?”
“Yuck! Maybe Helen?”
“Helen isn't bad... What about Holly?”
“Oooh, I like Holly.” Gina swung her arms as they
walked, considering names. “Helen, Holly... Honey?”
“No, not Honey. Heather?”
“That's not bad... Oh, I can't decide. Do you prefer Heather
or Holly?”
“I'm not sure...”
Almost as a unit, the two sisters turned toward Hunter. “What
do you think, Hunter? What girl name should we start calling you
now?”
Hunter was blushing again. Even with all the teasing, the attention was
nice. And, he did like being given a girl's name for some reason.
Perhaps, if he was very effective, he could fool Dean completely. Then
he'd never have to know it was secretly Hunter.
“Hmm.” He thought about all the suggested names so
far. Holly was his favorite, but it wasn't quite right. He mused a
little longer and then, at last, the perfect name came to him.
“What about... Hannah?”
Clara and Gina looked at each other in surprise that neither of them
had come up with that name and both grinned together.
“Hannah!!;” They clapped in delight.
“Yes! Our sweet little cousin Hannah!”
Gina began to skip ahead, she was so excited. “It's perfect!
It's perfect!”
They arrived at Dean's very soon after that. He lived only a little
ways down the street, but in a much smaller house. His father was a
used car salesman, and his money went into cigarettes and beer. The
house was a little more old and worn down than Hunter's house, and it
was very much in need of a fresh coat of paint or two. There was no car
in the driveway—his dad was at work—but Dean's
silver and white bike was leaned against the garage, so they knew he
was home.
Full of confidence, the girls walked right up and knocked on the front
door. A dog began barking in the background, and then, to their
delight, Dean himself answered instead of his mom.
He stared at the three girls—really two girls and one boy
dressed as a girl—with a bit of confusion at first. He was a
handsome young man, older than Hunter by only a little bit, but big for
his age in the same way Hunter was small for his. Dean was younger than
Clara, but he seemed closer in age to her than he did to
Hunter—especially compared to Hunter in his girly dress.
“Hullo,” he said, rakishly leaning his handsome
against the doorframe. He ran a hand back through his Elvis
Prestley-styled dark hair. “What brings you three here? Hey,
you're Dean's sisters, aren't you? Not bad to look at at all... Clara
and... Gina, wasn't it? Good to see you again. Don't recognize the
middle one, what a cutie, though. Wow. Lost your brother already, have
you?”
Gina giggled. “No, silly. We left him home. We wanted you to
meet our cousin.”
“This is Hannah,” Clara said, giving Hunter a
little push forward toward Dean. “Hannah, meet Dean. Dean,
meet Hannah. She's from Cleveland.”
“Heeeey.” Dean slicked his hair back again, putting
on all his charm to seduce this new attractive girl that had been
brought over specifically to meet him. She was young, but he didn't
mind; he was young too, even if he looked older. “How do you
do, Hannah?” Dean asked, picking up Hunter's pale white hand
and kissing the top of it. She was quite possibly the prettiest girl
Dean had ever seen—and he'd seen a lot of girls in his days.
He couldn't help but admire her milky white thighs peeking out from
beneath that scandalously short skirt, and tilted his head to scoop out
another glimpse without letting her see he was doing so.
Hunter blushed furiously as his best friend kissed his hand, but didn't
dare to say a word.
Both Clara and Gina tried to suppress their giggles.
Dean was completely smitten now and ignored the sisters.
“Hey, so.... Would you like to go for a walk, Hannah? We
could get an ice cream down on the corner.” He offered Hunter
his arm. “How long are you in town for?”
Clara and Gina watched Dean take command, putting his arm around
Hunter's and leading 'her' back out onto the sidewalk. It was a great
joke to play! Hunter was utterly convincing, and horny Dean was
completely smitten by the 'girl.'
“You look so much like your cousin Hunter. It's kind of
weird, but really neat,” Dean said as Clara and Gina followed
behind. “You've really got his eyes. Yours are much prettier,
though.”
That was too much for Gina, and she burst out laughing.
“That's because they ARE Hunter's eyes!”
Feeling sick at the revelation, Hunter suddenly turned away in
embarrassment.
“Huh?” Dean asked, looking back at the sisters.
“What do you mean?”
“It's Hunter, silly!” Gina said. “We
dressed him in one of my dresses!”
“What!” Dean grabbed Hunter's arm and turned him
back around, looking at him more intently now. His eyes narrowed in
scrutiny. “Is it really you, Hunter?” He scowled as
he searched her face for that familiar friend. Suddenly his eyes
widened in disbelief. “Holy shit! It is! It really is
you!” Angry and hurt at the teasing, Dean pushed Hunter away.
“You tricked me! That was dirty, nasty thing to do to your
best friend!”
The sisters were laughing again, unable to stop for a few seconds.
“Oh, but it was such fun! Look how convincing he is, Dean! We
had to try!”
After a few moments the anger finally faded away and Dean looked at
Hunter again, this time more critically. The longer he looked, the less
angry he got.
At last, he whistled softly. “It's really incredible. I was
totally fooled. My own friend Hunter, dressed as a girl. Damn cute one,
too.” Now that he knew it was really a boy, he felt
comfortable to get a lot closer, looking him over carefully, especially
admiring his friend's milky white thighs. “That's so cool.
You're absolutely convincing, Hunter. I can't believe it.”
Grinning, he reached out. “How deep does the disguise
go?” He flipped Hunter's skirt up, revealing his lacy silk
panties.
“Ah!” Hunter cried, embarrassed, and pulled his
skirt back down. “Don't do that!”
Dean roared in laughter. “Panties! Oh man! You're so cute!
Look at him blushing, just like a girl!”
The sisters were red with laughter.
“And those legs, man! Look at this boy's shapely white legs!
I'd kill to meet a real girl with legs so nicely formed and so pale
white... Damn! What a sight!” He flipped up Hunter's skirt
again, just to get a nice look at those amazing legs.
“Ahh! Don't, Dean!” Hunter stomped his foot, but
secretly he loved the teasing attention from his friend.
“This is too good to stop here,” Clara decided.
“Let's go down to the Rothschilds next! Maybe we can show
Hunter off to Tina and Tim! I want to see if they're convinced,
too!”
“Yes, let's!” Gina agreed. “And then we
can go to the Smiths! And maybe the Evans?”
“Absolutely. We'll introduce Hannah to everyone in the
neighborhood!”
“Well, it's been fun, Dean! We'll see you again soon. Thanks
for playing along,” Clara called, “but let's keep a
secret from everyone else, for now. Bye-bye!”
“Sure thing,” Dean replied, watching the three of
them start to head off.
At the last minute, he reached out as Hunter started to move away and
grabbed his arm, posessively dragging the boy back to him.
“You really do look great in that girly dress and makeup,
with your hair all curly.” He flipped Hunter's skirt up a
third time and slapped his round, white butt, right over those silky
lace panties, then gave the globe a squeeze. “You can be my
girl any day!”
Mortified, but also horribly, embarrassedly flattered, Hunter yanked
his skirt back down and quickly hurried to catch up with his sisters;
running his pink dress shoes wasn't easy!
He caught up with them as they continued on toward the Rothschilds'
down the street, and before they turned the corner he stole a glance
back at his best friend Dean's house.
The handsome boy was still there watching and he gave Hunter a wink and
a big grin, which set Hunter blushing all over again.