Memories of Those Perfectly Awful Summers with My Stepmother, Part Three
by David
daphnesecretgarden@yahoo.com

copyright 2005 by David, all rights reserved

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Chapter Eight:  A Rude Awakening

The next morning I awoke on my makeshift bed, itchy and
scratchy and restless as ever.  I'd slept all night with no
covers, leaving me naked and exposed on the roughest,
prickliest blanket I'd ever felt in my life.  I stretched
and yawned and wondered what time it was.   As a matter of
fact, I had to think a minute to even remember WHERE I
was...

"Rise and shine, pretty boy!" my stepmother announced as she
pulled back the living room blinds.  The sunshine was
overwhelming.  "It's a brand new day!  Come on, we've got
things to do, so let's get going!"

Oh, yeah...it all suddenly came back to me...

I'm still in my stepmother's house?  It wasn't really a bad
dream after all???  All that stuff that happened to me...it
really happened???

HOLY CRAP!!!

You cannot imagine the disappointment I felt once I realized
I was still trapped and still in the hands of my wicked,
grinning stepmother.  

"Come on, slowpoke," Juanita said as if it was just another
day.  "Don't be such a lazy bones!  You don't want to be
stuck in bed all day, do you?"

It took me a few minutes to get up.  As a matter of fact, I
really couldn't get up considering that my butt was still
sticky with medicine which kept me laying on my belly.  My
stepmother came by a couple of times to make sure I was
awake, but it was probably a half hour before she came in to
tell me what was going to happen that day.

Our routine that morning was different than the past few
days, thank goodness.  It was Monday and we weren't going to
Mrs. Taylor's house.  Not for several days, I was told, in
fact.  Instead, there were things to do at home and so home
we were going to stay.  

"Besides, you're grounded," Juanita said sweetly.  "After
what you did to the girls yesterday afternoon, I can't let
you just do as you want.  I have to punish you.  So you're
grounded for at least three days.  Maybe more.  It all
depends on how you behave the next day or so."

I wasn't sure if I should be upset or angry.  For some
reason, however, I felt relief.  So what if I was grounded.
At least I wasn't going to be paraded around in my birthday
suit in front of a bunch of women or get teased and molested
by some evil girls!  Maybe things were starting to go my
way.  Maybe.

The first disappointment of the day was that I wouldn't be
allowed any clothes while I was being grounded.  

"But why?" I whined.  "Why can't I at least put on my
pajamas or some shorts or something?  It's not like I'm
going to go swimming or whatever!"

"Because I said so, that's why," explained my stepmother.
"You've been running around in your birthday suit all week
without a complaint..."

I crossed my arms and pouted.  "That's not true!  I
complained!  You just didn't listen!"

"As I said, you've been running around bare butt naked all
week long without a problem, and since it's just the two of
us here there's no reason to make any changes as far as I'm
concerned.  Besides  " Juanita grinned "if you don't have
any pants you won't be running off anywhere when I'm not
looking."

"I still think you're mean!  You're all ganging up on me and
trying to make me look like a girl!" I said with as much
bravery a naked eleven year old boy can muster.  "It's not
fair!  It's not fair!"

Juanita nodded.  "You're right.  It's probably not fair, but
that's the way it is.  And, by the way, Mr. Smartie Pants,
nobody's trying to make you look like a girl!  You just
naturally look pretty...all we're doing is trying to keep
you from turning ugly, that's all."

Nothing of what my stepmother made any sense.  In fact, I
suspected that whole conversation was designed purely to
make me mad.  It turned out that the real reason I couldn't
any pants was a simple and logical one: the medicine my
stepmother was putting on my bottom would ruin my clothes.
Juanita was just teasing me about the other reasons, but
since I put up such a fuss, she insisted I follow that rule
without exception.

"Don't blame me, sweetie pie."  She shook her head and
laughed.  "You're the one who threw a fit, not me."

"But it's not fair!" I fussed for the umpteenth time.

Juanita winked.  "It may not be fair, but it can be fun.
Besides, remember what I said yesterday? I really do enjoy
having you around, even if you are a pain sometimes.  If you
don't want to be around me, maybe you'd prefer I get you a
babysitter?  Maybe I can drop you off at Miss Thelma's house
for the day.  I bet you'd have a ton of fun over there.  Her
daughters would just love playing with you, I'm sure."

I thought about Miss Thelma and what she'd threatened to do
with me.  I imagined myself standing before that huge,
grinning black face and getting chastised for being a
"pretty girlie boy."  Even worse, I had visions of being
presented in all my naked glory to a handful of giggling,
staring black girls and having to endure the endless teasing
and bullying that would bring.  I decided that maybe things
weren't so bad in my stepmother's house.

Oh, sure, the whole naked thing kind of made me mad, but in
the long run it wasn't such a big deal.  After all I'd been
through the past few days, as long as I didn't have to leave
the house, so what did I care?  It really wasn't a big deal.
After giving it some thought, I decided that I actually
didn't mind my stepmother seeing me in my birthday suit, and
if that kept me from getting another spanking, great.  I
could just go about my business and play and have fun...I
just wouldn't have any clothes on, right?

And so, just like a little child, I was led by the hand
upstairs to my stepmother's private bathroom.  I'd never
been in there before and I had an eerie feeling being naked
in such a feminine environment.  The predominate colors were
purple and pink, of course, just exactly the kinds of colors
a boy my age is allergic to.  There were flowers and little
brass and gold knickknacks everywhere, the shelves and
cabinets were filled with cosmetics and all sorts of
mysterious powders and colorful liquids.  I also noticed a
shelf which held the enema bulb and jar of petroleum jelly
that Juanita used on me the night before.  I glanced from
there to my stepmother's face.  The wink she gave me raised
goosebumps on my naked skin and sent a chill of terror down
my spine.  

Before doing anything else I was told to pee.  I started to
do so standing up, but a WHACK!!! on the back of my head
stopped me.

"I won't have you splattering and dripping everywhere you
please," Juanita said haughtily.  "You will sit whenever you
pee in my house, or in any of my friends' houses, for that
matter.  Do you understand me?"

Rubbing my head, I nodded.  "Yes, ma'am."

My stepmother stared at me for a moment and then shook her
finger at me.  "And while we're at it, if you ever, and I do
mean EVER, pee in front of my friends again, especially on
the floor, you and I are going to have some serious
problems."

My eyes blurred with tears as I nodded my head.

"Why are you crying?  I haven't even spanked you yet.  And
don't tell me that little smack on the back of your head
hurt.  I know better than that!"

I looked up at my stepmother and sniffed.  "It's...it's
'cause you're making me be naked and...you're being mean to
me.  This is a...a m-m-miserable way to spend summer
vacation!"

Juanita smiled an evil smile.  "You think you're miserable,
now, honey?  You ain't seen miserable.  Just try me and see
what happens.

To be honest, it wasn't the smack upside the head or the
threat of the unknown that bothered me so much as my
stepmother yelling at me about peeing in front of her
friends.  That was so humiliating, I wished I could have
just laid down and died!  Having her watch over me as I
urinated didn't make me feel any better.  She studied me
like a hawk observing a mouse for lunch, and she didn't
hesitate to criticize everything I did.  And I mean
everything, from how I pushed my penis down between my legs
to making me wipe the slit at the tip with a tissue to make
sure it didn't drip on her nice carpet.  I started to say
something about having gone to the bathroom for a long time
on my own, but the tone of her voice -- and the look in her
eyes! -- made me rethink that decision.  

Before getting off the toilet I noticed my stepmother
looking at me funny.  "What did I do wrong now?" I asked.  I
about half expected to get a spanking for whatever it was
I'd done wrong this time.

"Nothing," Juanita said warmly.  "Well, sort of.  Do you
remember what you said about looking like a girl a little
while ago?"  I nodded my head.  "Well, you're right.
Sitting there all bashful and shy, with your pretty hair and
your legs pressed together and trying to hide your little
wiener, you look just like a girl right now.  You even have
little titties like a girl.  I just love how that little
butterfly necklace Mrs. Taylor gave you makes them look big.
I wonder why I didn't notice them before..."

I felt my whole body get hot with embarrassment.  For some
reason everybody kept mentioning my boy-boobs.  Once my
stepmother got into the act I figured they would come back
and haunt me.

"You didn't poop, did you?" my stepmother said when I
finally got up off the toilet.  I assured her I didn't, but
she looked in the bowl to make sure.  Then she insisted that
I bend over and spread my cheeks.  I did so without any
argument and I remember wincing as a firm, curious finger
made a quick inspection of my aching rectum.  

"Juanita..." I whined.  It felt so humiliating to have her
touch me like that.

"Oh, hush!  You love me doing that to you, so stop
complaining!" my stepmother said with a laugh.  

"Not really," I replied in a not-so-convincing whisper.

"You're a little liar," my stepmother said with a girlish
giggle.  "Anyway, if you think you're going to poop anytime
soon, please say something.  We'll give you another fun
enema and get rid all that nasty stuff inside you.  Okay?
Believe it or not, they're not just for fun, you know!"

I thought about that huge ugly rubber nozzle and shivered.
"Um, yes, ma'am," I replied nervously.  I didn't think
enemas were for fun at all!

Of course, the next thing Juanita wanted to do was clean me
up and wash my hair.  Instead of letting me take my regular
shower, she filled the tub with hot, fragrant water and
ordered me into it.  I had a hard time sitting down, the
water was so hot, but instead of fussing, my stepmother
laughed and said I looked "cute."

Once I finally settled down I kind of expected her to leave
me alone to soak for a while.  Imagine my shock -- and
horror! -- when she surprised me by hiking her robe above
her waist and lifting the toilet lid.

"You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"  My stepmother gave me
a sly look as she lowered her perfect, gorgeous naked butt
onto the padded seat.  "After all, it's just you and me
here, right?"

I did what I did best, which was nod and say nothing.  My
obvious discomfort delighted my stepmother, who laughed a
musical laugh and reclined against the back of the toilet.

We chatted for a while as she did her business.  Well, she
chatted while I kind of stared at my toes.  I tried to
ignore the very unladylike sounds of her peeing and pooping,
but it was extremely difficult bordering on impossible,
considering the closeness of the situation.  

"I'm so sorry," Juanita said after making a particularly
rude farting noise.  "Did that come from li'l ol' me...?"

You see, boys, especially young boys, never even think about
girls and women going to the bathroom and doing all the ugly
things we do, but apparently it happens.  At least that's
what I found out that fateful morning.  To hear and see --
and smell! -- my beautiful stepmother going through her
toilet ritual was about as awkward and as embarrassing a
situation as I could imagine.  She even wiped her bottom --
and her front! -- right there with me watching as she talked
on and on about her friends and how much fun they had with
me the day before.  I truly felt ill by the time she was
done.

"You know, Brandon," my stepmother said as she wiped herself
once more between her legs, "if you came to live with your
daddy and me, we could spend a lot more time together like
this.  Wouldn't that be fun?  You do like spending time with
your ugly old stepmother, don't you?"

I was so scared, all I could do was nod my head.  I remember
my parents talking about me moving in with my dad and
Juanita, and I remember being pretty excited about that.
Mom was having trouble keeping a job and life at home wasn't
much fun.  And now...well...I wasn't so sure that moving in
with my dad was such a good idea...

The next thing that happened was almost as shocking as
seeing my stepmother wiping poop off her butt.  Instead of
leaving the bathroom as I'd been praying she would, Juanita
slipped out of her robe and hung it on a hook behind the
door.  Grinning at me, she dipped her toe in the water to
test it, and then she stepped in, one foot after the other,
and lowered herself into tub with me.  I about died as I
realized I was suddenly taking a bath with my stepmother!

"You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?" she said for the
second time that morning.  "There's no sense in wasting
water.  Besides, it'll help us get to know each other a
little better, don't you think?"

And so I continued to do what I did best...I just nodded and
didn't say a word.

Believe me when I say that this was the longest bath of my
life!  I can't tell you how awkward, how
uncomfortable...shoot, just how plain old scared I was of my
situation!  It was one thing to be naked in front of my
father's pretty young wife, or for her to parade nude in
front of me.  But for us both to be in a bathtub together,
completely naked, that was panic time as far as I was
concerned.

Of course, I was only eleven years old at the time, so as
far as Juanita was concerned, I was just a little kid.  She
knew, however -- and I just know this in my heart to this
very day -- she knew exactly how intimidating her physical
presence was to a young impressionable boy, and she used
every bit of her feminine wiles to confuse and bewilder me.
And it worked, too!  Look at how screwed up I am just
writing about it today!

"You like looking at me, don't you, Brandon? Especially if
I'm naked?"  Juanita raised an eyebrow and prodded me to
answer.  "Come on, admit it.  Little boys just love looking
at naked women.  I know that already.  I just want to hear
you say it."

Squirming and shaking from fear, I nodded my head.  "Yes...I
mean, yes, ma'am...I guess so."

My stepmother raised her other eyebrow.  "Why is that?  Why
do you like looking at me?  Is it because I'm pretty?  I'm
sexy?  Or because of some other reason?"

Not knowing what else to do, I just shrugged my shoulders
and tried to answer her question.  "I...um, I guess it's
because you're pretty.  That's okay, isn't it?"

The naked woman opposite me let out a brilliant laugh that
would have melted me if I were butter.  "Of course, silly
boy.  It's only natural.  You can look all you want.  Just
don't be sneaky or impolite when you do it.  Understand?"

I thought about what she said and nodded.  No, I didn't
understand everything she said, but I pretended to.
Anything to stop me from staring at those huge, wonderful,
ponderous breasts tipped off by those mysterious pink
nipples.

We sat there for a little while in silence.  I really had to
go pee again, but I didn't say anything.  I had more
important things to worry about, like the stupid erection I
was hiding between my legs!  The bath water was treated with
something that made my skin so slippery, I couldn't keep it
tucked between my legs.  It kept jumping out and standing up
in the middle of the water like a little pink periscope.
And with no soap suds to provide cover, I was completely
open to my stepmother's scrutiny.

"You know, sweetheart," my stepmother suddenly said, "people
like looking at you, too.  Just like you like looking at me
and Mrs. Taylor and Bridget when we're naked, we really
enjoy looking at you.  Do you know why that is?"

I wanted to scratch my head and think for a minute, but I
resorted to the old standby.  I shrugged my shoulders and
kept my mouth shut.

Juanita raised both eyebrows this time.  "It's because
you're pretty, too.  Did you know that?  That we think
you're pretty?  Well, it's true.  Boys, especially boys your
age, are just adorable.  Some are simply gorgeous, as
beautiful as girls.  That's what you are, darling boy.  You
are simply the most beautiful boy we've ever seen!  And I
just think I'm the luckiest woman to have such a doll baby
for my stepson!"

I sure didn't know what to say about that one, believe me!
I never thought of myself as "gorgeous," much less "pretty,"
despite all the teasing I'd endured the past few days.  I
always thought those words applied to girls and women.  I'd
have never thought of boys or men in such terms.

My stepmother watched me for a moment and then shook her
head.  "You haven't a clue as to what I'm talking about, do
you, babydoll?"

I shook my head, too.  "No, ma'am.  I...don't guess so.  I'm
just a kid.  I guess I never thought of me being...pretty."

Juanita raised that one eyebrow again.  "That's all right,
darling.  You may not understand today, but you will
eventually.  All you have to do in the meantime is what
you're told.  I'll take care of the rest."  She winked at me
and added, "If you think this is fun, just wait until you
move in with us.  With your daddy gone all the time, we'll
get to do this whenever we want!"

After some more teasing and chit-chat Juanita made me stand
in the tub where she proceeded to run a bar of soap and a
wash cloth over me from head to toe.   I winced and giggled
as her fingers went everywhere, tickling and irritating my
every crevice and mound.  When she was done she rinsed me
off and told me to remain standing.  She then rose to her
feet and handed me the bar of soap and the washcloth.

"Now it's your turn to do me," she said with a serious look
on her face.  "Do a good job and don't be shy, okay?"

I don't remember much about what happened next.  I know I
did a good job, because I didn't have much choice.  Juanita
coached me through the entire process, guiding my hand over
her neck, between her breasts, over her nipples and down
between her legs.  She then had me wash her back and her
butt and deep between her cheeks.  

"Honestly, Brandon," she gently fussed, "use some muscle!
You act like you're scared to touch me.  All you're doing is
giving me a bath!  You're not going to hurt me, you know."

I remembering kneeling down to wash my stepmother's long,
beautiful legs and looking up to face her gorgeous bare
bottom.  It was close enough and beautiful enough to kiss or
even take a bite from.  I felt my face turn red at the
thought and I wondered for an instant what would happen if I
did either! It was almost as exciting as when she turned
around and moved her dark curly pubic hair to within mere
inches from my face.

"See something interesting?"  I looked up to see Juanita
smiling down at me.  For some reason I was having difficulty
breathing.

Needless to say, by the time we got out of the tub I was
trembling and aroused beyond belief.  My poor penis was
practically sticking straight up, it was so excited.  My
stepmother noticed, of course, and she teased me about how
much fun we had taking our bath together.  I just hoped and
prayed that I wouldn't shame myself by shooting off in front
of her.  Who knew what she'd think -- and do!!!

After "our" bath, Juanita drug me over to the bathroom sink
where she washed her hair at least three times with at least
that many shampoos.  Afterward she dried her hair with a
towel and then smartly wrapped it all up, forming a terry
cloth turban.  Watching this elegant naked beauty go through
her morning ritual...well, it was just fascinating...even
for an eleven year old boy.

I was abruptly snapped out of my reverie with the simple
words:  "It's your turn, babydoll."

As I told you before, one of the things that bound my
stepmother and me together at the beginning of that summer
was her enjoyment of my hair.  That held true that very
morning.  Still naked, I was led before the sink where my
head was dunked under the faucet and then scrubbed over and
over using a series of conditioners and shampoos that left
my locks smelling -- and feeling -- much too girlie for
comfort.  I so wanted to yell "That's enough!  I quit!" but
I figured that would only make things worse in the long run.

I can't tell you how stupid I felt as my stepmother toweled
my hair dry afterward and then wrapped it up turban
fashion...just like hers!  I knew for a fact how dumb I
looked -- a naked boy with his hair done up like a girl's!?
-- but Juanita fussed over me like I was the cutest thing
she'd ever seen.

"Now see, isn't this more fun that going to some silly old
car race?" she said, a knowing look plastered all over her
face.  I was too ashamed and afraid to say anything.
Instead, I just stood there looking like a fool, waiting for
my stepmother to tell me what to do next.

"Here, sweetheart," my stepmother said.  "Why don't you
brush my hair while we're waiting for yours to dry a little
while longer.  Then we can have some real fun!"

I watched helplessly as Juanita chose a hairbrush from her
collection, handed it to me and then sat down on the toilet
and removed the towel from atop her head.  Without a word I
proceeded to brush her long, beautiful dark hair, something
I'd done dozens of times before.  The fact that we were both
nude this time made me dizzy with confused emotions.  I felt
like one of those children you seen in classical paintings,
the naked slave boy tending to the needs of the beautiful
and powerful lady of the house.

I did about a hundred strokes on both sides of my
stepmother's head when she got to work on me.  She remained
seated on the toilet while I stood before her, the obedient
stepchild, subject to her every whim and whimsy.  Like I'd
said before, ever since I'd arrived at the beginning of the
summer she seemed to really enjoy playing with my hair and
today was no exception.  It took her forever, considering
how meticulous and thorough she was during the process.
Still naked, I stood patiently as she tugged and pulled her
hairbrush through my locks.  Despite my nudity, it actually
felt pretty good and I kind of enjoyed the attention, though
I tried not to let her know that.  After all, this wasn't
exactly the kind of thing boys are supposed to like, right?

"It's a shame you're not a girl," she said for about the
hundredth time that morning.  "To be a boy with such lovely,
long blond tresses, and such a pretty face, that should be a
crime.  If you came to live with us, I'd make sure we had a
lot of fun together.  You'd be the most pampered child in
the neighborhood!"

I thought about what she said and figured it was a good idea
that I go home to my mom's house at the end of the summer.

"I look stupid!" I said with a pout as Juanita ran her
hairbrush over the hair above my eyes and tickled my
eyelashes.  "I look just like a stupid girl!"

"Not hardly," my stepmother said, smacking my butt playfully
with the bristle side of her brush.  "You look very sweet.
I wish Mrs. Taylor could see you like this.  She'd just die!
In fact, she might just try to take you away from me."

I nodded.  "She does act kinda funny around me, don't you
think?  Why is that?"

Juanita laughed.  "That's 'cause she loves how sweet you
are, silly boy!  Poor baby, if you only knew...You're lucky
you get to come home with me, honey child.  You think I'm
bad...If we left you in her hands overnight, there's no
telling what might happen to you!  She'd work her magic on
you and we probably wouldn't recognize you the next day!"

I wasn't sure what she meant by that.  I started to ask, but
then decided to leave it alone.  Things were getting
complicated enough for me, between the shock of seeing my
stepmother on the toilet and me giving her a bath and then
her teasing me over my hair and all.  I mean, she even
wanted me to help her paint her fingernails and toenails!  

"Here, you're going to touch up my nails, but you need to
practice on your own first."  She handed me a jewel-like
bottle and winked.  "I think you'll like the color.  It
matches your personality."

I looked at her for an instant and then stared at the tiny
bottle in my hand.  Was she crazy?  Paint my own
fingernails...what color? Oh, my gosh!!!  Oh, no!!!  Not
that!!!  Not PINK??!!!

My stepmother raised an eyebrow.  "Is there something
wrong?"

"Well, I...do I have to?" I asked softly.  "I mean, I don't
really wanna."

"Honey, I don't know what you're scared of, but just do it,
all right?  Nobody's going to see you.  And if they do, I
doubt they're going to care whether you're wearing nail
polish.  All right?"

"But what if it doesn't come off?"

Juanita shrugged her shoulders.  "I don't know.  And I don't
really care.  But I do know that it's probably better than
getting a whipping, don't you think?"

I nodded my head.  What she said made sense.  I hated it
when she did that.

After painting my fingernails with the bright pink polish,
my stepmother looked at them and grinned.  "You did a fine
job.  I think we've discovered your hidden talent"

"Yes, ma'am."  I sighed.  "It's not much different than
painting parts for my model cars."

My stepmother laughed and pat me on the bottom.   "I suppose
not, sweetheart," she said with a laugh. "Since you're
having so much fun, why don't you do your toenails, too.
The practice will do you good."  

I started to ask why, but I was too scared.  Instead, I just
did as I was told.

Once I was done with my toenails and they passed inspection,
Juanita handed me a bottle of a more mature, dark red
polish.  

"Good job.  I guess that means it's my turn now, huh?  Here,
use this color on me.  But leave that pink on you for now.
It looks rather cute, don't you think?  And you know I love
it when you look cute!"

Talk about a weird feeling!  Between the piercing smell of
the nail polish and the sensation of kneeling naked on the
bathroom floor with my stepmother's foot in my bare lap, I
was tingling all over like I'd been hit with a charge of
static electricity.  

"Not a bad job," Juanita said when I was done.  "Wait until
I show Mrs. Taylor what a great job you did.  She'll be so
jealous, she'll want you to do hers, too!  Won't that be
fun?"

I just nodded, of course.  What else could I do or say?

The next thing that happened was I had to get medicine on my
bare butt again.  I was NOT crazy about that, but I let
Juanita do as she wished.  Still nude, my stepmother sat on
the toilet and pulled me over her naked lap and spread my
cheeks like she'd been doing so for years.  A generous
dollop of ointment and creams were applied to my wounded
pride.  Funny...I was both kind of relieved and a tiny bit
disappointed when she only spread a token amount against my
sphincter.  

"Your bottom is looking pretty good," she said brightly.
"There are still a few red places where you got hit with the
cane.  Another day or so with this ointment and it'll be
just a bad memory.  Until next time, of course."

"Okay."  That was about all I could say, considering I was
bent upside down over her lap.

"How's your bottom and your belly feel?" she asked.  "Do we
need to give you another enema?"

I thought about that stupid rubber nozzle sitting on the
shelf just a few feet away and I shook my head, which I'm
sure looked pretty funny since I was still upside down and
all.  Somehow I managed to control my panic and assure her
that I was fine.  I told her I had to pee, but everything
else was under control.

"Are you sure you don't want another enema?" she said with a
sly smile.  I followed her glance to the evil contraption
and shivered.  "You really liked it last night.  Didn't
you?"

I winced as she pushed me off her lap and gave my erect
penis a playful pat.  "Yes, ma'am."

"Yes, ma'am, what?"

I thought for a moment.  I knew what she wanted me to say.
So I said it.

"I really...liked my enema last night," I whispered.

My stepmother nodded.  "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you.  A
little louder, please.  And say it like you mean it."

I sighed.  "I really liked my enema last night," I said a
little louder.

Juanita grinned.  "Didn't you just love it?"  I shrugged,
then nodded. "Then say so, darling.  Say it and I'll stop
pestering you so much."

I stared at the rubber nozzle on the shelf and nodded.  Oh,
well, who would ever know  ?

"I really love getting enemas, Juanita.  They make my bottom
feel really good!"

"Good boy!  That was exactly what I wanted to hear you say!"
Juanita giggled and gave me a hug.  As I pulled away I
couldn't help but notice with amazement how her breasts
jiggled when she laughed.  "Remember, all you have to do is
ask.  I want to give you the option if you need it."

I felt my face get hot with embarrassment as I looked from
the enema bulb back to my stepmother.  "No, I'm fine.  
Really, I don't need one."

Juanita smiled and winked.  "Well, I know how much you
enjoyed it, so you just speak up if you want to do it
anytime this morning.  I figure we'll have to do it again
before bedtime, so don't you worry, babydoll.  We'll get
around to it sooner or later."

"Yes, ma'am."

My stepmother grinned at me.  "Say it again.  You know,
about how much you loved it."

I rolled my eyes and blushed.  "I really love getting an
enema!  It makes my bottom feel really good!"

Juanita giggled.  "And say it's fun, too.  Go ahead.  Say
it!"

I felt like such a stupid fool.  "And it's fun, too!"

"That's my pretty boy!  Now, go downstairs while I get
dressed.  I'll be down in a few minutes."

Back downstairs in the living room I had another hit with
reality.  With my bottom all greasy again I still couldn't
sit on any of the furniture, so I just stood around and
waited for my stepmother to come down, which took forever,
of course.  When she finally arrived she had me lay back
down on my belly on that stupid pink blanket again. To my
dismay, she made clear her intentions to keep me on that
awful itchy blanket all morning long.  

"Do I have to?" I whined.  "Can't I do something else?  This
blanket itches and laying around all the time is so-o-o-o
boring."

That was what my stepmother apparently figured.  She made a
striking figure as she stood over me in her uniform for the
day, a pair of fresh Capri-length jeans, strappy high heels
and a halter top that showed off her magnificent breasts.
The same breasts that I'd washed just a little while before.

"What a crybaby!  It doesn't itch that bad and you know it.
So you might as well get comfortable." Juanita watched as I
knelt down and squirmed my naked body around on my pink
fuzzy nest.  Her red lipstick emphasized the amused smile on
her face.  "You're going to be there for a long time, little
mister.  Longer if you don't stop your fussing."

I tried to come up with some excuse without sounding like I
was fussing, but I was stumped.  I even offered to help fix
breakfast, anything to get off that horrible scratchy
blanket.  She refused, of course, reminding me that when she
said I was grounded, I was grounded.

"Keep it up and I'll make it the rest of this week," she
said.  "Test me, pretty boy.  You'll be sorry."

That shut me up.

Breakfast that day was about as shameful as everything else
that had happened thus far.  It began with the smell of
frying bacon, the fragrant aroma of maple syrup and pancakes
following suit, along with the clattering of dishes and the
banging of the serving tray being pulled from the cabinet.  

The clip-clop of my stepmother's high-heels down the hall
whetted my appetite and my mouth watered as I imagined the
taste treat to come.  I looked up from my position curled up
nude on the floor to see my stepmother holding a well-
stocked breakfast tray.  She also had a mysterious smile on
her face.

"It looks good," I said shyly.  I loved pancakes and was
surprised she'd fixed them for me considering I was grounded
for several days.  I got up on my knees in anticipation of
taking the tray with its wonderful breakfast.  I could have
saved myself the trouble.

"It is good," Juanita said as she sat primly on the edge of
the sofa.  "It's delicious, in fact.  But it's not for you.
This is yours, babydoll."

Now picture my ego shattering into a thousand pieces,
crumbling and falling with little hope of recovery.

It was ironic that she called me "babydoll" because right at
that moment she handed me -- of all things! -- a baby
bottle.  I hadn't even seen it at first, as I'd been
focusing on the pancakes smothered in maple syrup.  And
strawberries!  She'd put strawberries on her pancakes!!  And
here I was, being handed a stupid, danged-damned dumb old
BABY BOTTLE???!!!

I felt my hand go numb as I took the pink plastic bottle and
looked at it.  The pink color matched the polish on my
fingernails.  Great.  Now what was I supposed to do???

"I'm...um...I'm...what is...this...ex-exactly?" I stammered.
I suddenly felt as vulnerable as my nude state made me.

"What's it look like...exactly?" my stepmother replied,
taking a healthy bite of pancake and a bit of strawberry to
go along with it.

"A baby bottle?  This isn't...real?  I mean, you're just
kidding...ha, ha...right?"  I blinked.  "This is just a
joke, right?"

Juanita took another bite of strawberry, this time with a
bit of pancake.  "Nope.  It's no joke.  It's your breakfast.
Don't worry, it's not baby formula.  It's chocolate milk.  I
thought you might appreciate a little treat.  I put it in
the baby bottle so you could drink laying down and not spill
it.  Wasn't that a good idea?  Now, lay back down before you
get that nasty medicine on my good blanket."

I felt burning tears in my eyes.  My stomach had butterflies
in it like I'd never felt before.  I was hoping and praying
she was just teasing, but I knew she was serious.  I'd been
through worse before.  This wasn't any worse, it was just
different.  Different...and just as demeaning.

My stepmother took a bite bacon and grinned.   "If you don't
like what's in the bottle just give it back.  It won't
bother me.  Of course, you just won't be getting anything
else until lunch."

I wiped my eyes.  "But...you could have put it in a glass,"
I whispered.

Juanita shook her head.  "And take the chance that it'll get
spilled all over my new carpet?  Much less my good blanket?
I don't think so."

So that was the deal.  For the next couple of days if I was
hungry -- or thirsty -- I could get what I needed from a
baby bottle.  Juanita promised treats in between if I was
good, but first I had to do as I was told.  Good behavior
and cooperation brought rewards.  Bad behavior and a lack of
cooperation...brought punishment.

"I've got something special for lunch," she said as she
finished her breakfast.  "But you don't get any of it until
you finish this bottle, babydoll.  Now, do as I said and lay
down."

I didn't know what to do at first.  Kneeling on that stupid
prickly blanket, I stared first at that stupid baby bottle
and then at my stupid naked body.  I then looked back at
that goofy looking yellow nipple on the top of the bottle.
The thought of sucking on it -- in front of my stepmother???
-- made me ill.  How in the world do I get in these
predicaments? I kept wondering to myself.  And how long was
this insanity going to last?

After a few minutes I settled down and did what I had to do.
When you're eleven years old you think the world is yours to
conquer.  Unless, of course, you've been tricked into some
pretty devious situations by your conniving stepmother.  She
watched me studiously as I laid down on my wool blanket and
reluctantly took the rubber nipple into my mouth.  As I
sucked on it I was alarmed by the delightful, evil look that
took over Juanita's face.  It was as though she'd won some
sort of victory.  With tears of frustration burning my eyes,
I realized that was exactly what had happened.  She'd won...
and I'd lost.  Again.

"That's a good boy," my stepmother said warmly as I suckled
at the rubber nipple.  "Suck your little bottle.  You are
such a good and pretty little boy.  This is going to work
out just fine."

The little giggle she gave didn't make me feel any better
about myself.

Breakfast for me that morning didn't consist of just one,
but three bottles of chocolate milk.  It wasn't pancakes and
strawberries, but it did fill me up.  And it did taste
pretty good.  Still, I felt like such a darned fool as I
sucked on the nipple and took in the milk.  I felt like an
even bigger fool each time I emptied my bottle and gave it
up to be refilled.  For the first time in my life I knew
what it meant to be really helpless and I didn't like it at
all!  I offered to go to the kitchen and refill the bottle
myself, but my stepmother reminded me that I was grounded
and that meant staying on my blanket until she said
otherwise.  

"The more you protest, the longer you're going to have to
stay," she warned.  "You only have two more days to go, but
I won't hesitate to add another if you're not careful.  At
the rate you're going you'll be stuck there when your daddy
comes home."

Hearing that reference to my father made me really sad.  I
blushed to think of what he'd say if he could see me right
then and there, sucking on a baby bottle in my birthday
suit.  I almost broke out in tears as I tried to think of
how I could explain myself.  The truth was more than even I
could believe and no lie would do any better.  As I sobbed
myself silly I resolved to do everything I could to avoid
such a confrontation.  

All day that day was just plain out and out misery.  I was
forbidden to get up for anything except to go the bathroom
and pee, and even that was monitored.  I spent most of my
time just laying on my belly on that damned itchy blanket,
sad and lonely and wishing I could go home.  

I did a lot of sleeping, but that was invariably interrupted
by my stepmother with a thorough application of ointment on
my bottom.  I quickly learned to raise up my bottom and
relax my anus and let her do as she wanted.  In turn she was
warm and sweet and quite loving in her touch.  Best yet, I
didn't get a spanking!

"That's my pretty boy," Juanita cooed as I relaxed my bottom
and let her massage the healing ointment over my bare skin
and inside my butthole.  It was my third -- or was it my
fourth? -- time that day.

"I'm sorry honey, but we're going to have to keep using this
nasty old medicine if we want your little bottom to look
pretty. Just think of how lovely it will be after those mean
old red marks heal up."

I didn't say anything.  I couldn't say anything.  The
feeling of her finger inside me took my breath away and all
I could do was moan and squirm like the helpless little
sissy I'd become.

"You're really enjoying all this attention, aren't you?
That's what I thought.  Most boys do, they just don't want
to admit it..."

As I let myself be touched and fondled I thought about my
situation.  Well, trapped there on that stupid blanket,
there wasn't much else for me to do, come to think of it!
Anyway, never in my life had I experienced such...such utter
helplessness.  I felt like I'd gone back in time and had
become a baby again!  I was so miserable that I actually
missed running around in Mrs. Taylor's back yard in my
birthday suit and playing in her garden.  

I bet you never thought you'd hear me say that, huh?

For lunch I was given another baby bottle, this time with
strawberry milk.  When I tasted it I actually smiled, it was
so yummy!  I couldn't believe I liked it, being in a baby
bottle and all.  It tasted strangely rich and familiar...

"It's really a milkshake," Juanita explained.  "I just added
some ice cream and strawberries to the milk and mixed it up.
Now wasn't that worth doing as you were told?  Isn't that a
nice reward?"  

She was right. It was delicious and, as that I had not eaten
any real food since the day before, I craved more.  Eager to
please, I smiled and nodded.  My stepmother grinned.

"Of course, if you don't like it, I'm having a salad.  Want
to trade?"

Give up a strawberry milkshake for a salad?  Was she crazy?!
I vigorously shook my head "no!"

Juanita giggled.  Just like a little girl.  It was then that
I realized I still had the baby bottle in my mouth.  I
rolled my eyes in frustration.  No wonder she was always
laughing at me!

"There's plenty more where that came from, babydoll.  You
just do as I say and everything will be fine."

Not knowing what else to do, I curled up on my itchy blanket
and sucked on my bottle. I figured I looked like a little
baby with my bare butt exposed and that stupid nipple in my
mouth, but if it made my stepmother happy, who was I to
complain?  After all, nobody else would know.  And besides,
it was a really good milkshake.

After lunch -- and two more baby bottles of my stepmother's
special milkshake "formula" -- Juanita said she was going
out.  I was warned to stay on my blanket and not to leave it
for any reason whatsoever.

"What if I have to go to the bathroom?" I asked desperately.
"What if somebody comes to the door?  What if the house
catches on fire?"

"You leave that blanket for any reason, I don't care what it
is, and I'll wear your butt out with your father's belt,"
she said with a low and firm voice.  "And I'll know if you
do, so don't try any funny stuff.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," I whispered hoarsely.

My stepmother smiled.  "If you're a good boy and do as I
tell you, I might...I MIGHT...bring you back a treat.  How
does that sound?"

I nodded carefully.  "It...it sounds nice."

"Good.  Here's a bottle of apple juice in case you get
thirsty."  

I made an ugly face as I took the pink bottle containing the
yellow liquid.  My stepmother smiled as she reached down and
pat me on the head, just like she would the family pet.  She
then gathered up her purse and car keys and headed for the
door.  

"Remember...I'll only be gone a few minutes.  And I'll know
if you cheat.  So if you want to test me, go right ahead.  I
put your father's belt on the couch where I can get it
without any trouble.  Don't make me use it!"

I blinked.  Yep, there it was.  Thick leather with a heavy
brass buckle, just like I remembered it.  I looked away in
hopes that it might go away.

"I...I won't be bad, Juanita.  I promise."

Blowing me a swift kiss, she left the house without another
word.  

And so I waited and I waited...and pretty soon a few minutes
turned into a long, tedious hour.  I waited a little while
longer and that one awful hour turned into two
excruciatingly boring hours...and then those two horrible
hours into four tearful ones...and the four tearful ones
turned into six hopeless ones.  And there I was, the whole
time, stuck stark naked in my stepmother's living room,
forced to remain on that ugly, itchy-scratchy-irritating
wool blanket until I was told I could get up.

Boy, was I one sad, miserable little pup!

Talk about living a nightmare!  For a total of six long sad
hours I laid on that awful blanket, curled up and squirming
around and pouting like a stupid little baby.  I got thirsty
-- and so-o-o-o bored! -- that I even sucked on my apple
juice, reluctantly grateful that my stepmother had taken the
time to perform such an act of kindness.  "A few minutes"
she had said.  Hah!  She had me that time, that was for
sure.  My worries turned into paranoia, my paranoia into
panic and my panic into tears.  I pouted and I fussed and I
fumed and I cried, all out of frustration from the way I was
being treated. Well, I had plenty of reason to act that way,
considering my predicament.  I was trapped, naked and alone
and scared in my stepmother's house and there was not a
darned thing I could do!

"It's not fair!" I complained, sobbing miserably in the
gradually darkening room.  "I want to go home!  I want my
mom!!!"

As the sun went down the house dimmed to where I could
barely see the bottle in my mouth.  That left me to lay
there in the gloominess and ponder my relationship with my
stepmother.  I wanted to hate her, but by this time I missed
her so badly I would have given anything for her to come
back.  The way I saw it, it was my own fault I was in this
predicament.  Instead of being trapped inside on a summer
day and forced to drink out of a baby bottle, I could have
been swimming or playing in the garden or just hanging out
by the pool and having an iced drink.  Oh, sure, I might
have to do it in my birthday suit, but what was wrong with
that?  As long as I behaved and I could avoid getting my
butt whipped or my face slapped, it wasn't all that bad,
right?  I said, right?

Right!

Seriously, I even thought about Mrs. Taylor and all the nice
things she said about me and the hugs and kisses she gave
me.  As I went over the events of the previous few days I
realized she actually liked me and she was full of nothing
but praise for me.  The same went for Bridget.  I'd never
met such a beautiful, interesting and fun person in my
entire life.  And they were all so interested in little old
me!  So what if they liked me running around in my birthday
suit!  So what if they teased me a little and treated me
more like a girl than a guy?  It was worth it all for a
little affection from a pretty woman, wasn't it?  That and a
warm kiss.  At that moment, sobbing on my itchy bed in that
darkened living room, I would have given up my entire summer
vacation for just one of those precious kisses and to be
free of this infernal confinement!

It's funny how quickly you can change your mind about such
things...you'd have thought I'd be happy to be rid of
someone who caused me so much pain and shame over the past
few days, but I actually got lonesome for Juanita and her
friends.  No, really, I did.  You have to remember, I was
still just a kid and kids get lonesome, even for people who
give them a hard time.

And please, you also have to remember that in little more
than twenty-four hours I'd gone from being put on display to
the world in my birthday suit to practically being
restricted to solitary confinement.  The problem was, I
didn't know which was worse!  True, in my little makeshift
itchy bed I was safe from the scrutiny and occasional
teasing by my stepmother's friends and their daughters.  But
upon reflection, that wasn't so bad in comparison to being
alone.  At least from my perspective of laying on that awful
blanket, I didn't think so.  Playing and running errands in
my birthday suit in front of some women and girls, well,
what was wrong with that? I wondered.  The more I thought
about my experiences, the more my mind wandered and the more
I thought about the...well, the more fun things that came to
light.  Like seeing all those beautiful women naked or
getting kissed or seeing Marie and her friends without their
bathing suits...or having them touch my privates...

Okay, okay...so I got an erection.  So what?  And, yes, I
touched it.  Yes, with my hand.  Like I said before, so
what!!??  I mean, I was just eleven years old, almost
twelve, at the time.  Imagine my discomfort as I laid there
on that stupid blanket, naked as the day as I was born,
bored out of my skull and thinking over and over again about
all the strange things that happened the past couple of
days.  Between the constant itching of that stupid blanket
and the memory of having so many pretty females looking at
my naked body and fussing over me and touching me all
over...well, it's no wonder that I was aroused!  

I remember watching my hand slide down between my legs and
slowly caress my slender, stiff penis.  Unlike when Marie
and Lisa and Nora got hold of me with their stupid
fingernails and mean attitudes, this felt so good, so
electrifying.  I was careful not to hurt myself and I even
found some things that felt extra good that I didn't even
know about!  I thought about the kissing game we played and
how much fun it was to see naked girls and the little
glances and teasing that went on between us all.  Then I
slid my other hand down there to help and I pretended Marie
was touching me.  Then I thought about watching Marie and
her girlfriends kissing each other.  I then thought about
the very first time Juanita and Mrs. Taylor stripped me bare
naked and presented me to the other women.  I thought about
when the girls first saw me standing stark naked at the
front door of Mrs. Taylor's house and how scared -- and
excited! -- I was.  I thought about Mrs. Taylor and Bridget
and how they kissed me and stole little touches here and
there...

 and that's when I made my mess!

You have to remember this was the first time I'd ever really
masturbated on my own.  Well, except for that embarrassing
fiasco in front of the girls in Mrs. Taylor's garden.  This
was a bit different, however.  In the quiet of my
stepmother's house, with no one around to harass me or
distract me, I was able to actually enjoy myself, well,
beyond my wildest dreams!  The sensation of that particular
orgasm was so powerful, so electric, so overwhelmingly
wonderful, it literally took my breath away!  I remember
arching my back and trembling and crying out in the
darkness, it felt so good!  And as soon as I came to my
senses, I couldn't wait to do it again!  

By the time I got done jerking off I was an exhausted,
sticky mess!  I did it twice and both times I'd spewed young
boy spunk everywhere, not thinking of the consequences of
having to clean myself up.  Sitting up, I had to use both
hands to catch all that slimy white semen as it rolled down
my belly into my lap.  I was able to get most of it, though
a large amount dripped down between my legs and on through
to my bare bottom and the blanket under me.  

I know I'm probably telling you more than you wanted to
know, but this is important.  It was at this time that I
realized that I didn't have a tissue or a napkin or even a
sleeve or a pair of pants to wipe my sticky, sperm-filled
hands on.  I also realized that I was smearing that stupid
medicine on my stepmother's stupid blanket.  I immediately
looked toward the front door.  For an instant I imagined my
stepmother coming through it and finding me in such a
degrading predicament.  Fear hit me hard and I knew I
couldn't let that happen!  

I decided to take a chance.  I stood up, looked around and
took a deep breath.  I then stepped off my hated blanket and
onto the cool, fuzzy carpet that covered my stepmother's
living room floor.   It felt like a little bit of heaven in
comparison to the itchy wool blanket on which I'd been
trapped for the past twenty-four hours.  I then tiptoed
across the room and down the hall to what Juanita called the
"powder room," which was a small bathroom with a toilet,
sink and mirror.  I didn't waste any time as I cleaned
myself up.  I made sure to wipe of any mess I made on the
countertop.  I also took that opportunity to pee, which I
hadn't been able to do since my stepmother first got me up
early that morning.  

Safely back on my blanket, I tried to relax and think about
what I'd just done.  This jacking off thing was a pleasant
surprise, that was for sure.  I laid on my side and sipped a
bit of apple juice and basked in the afterglow of my little
fantasies.  I'm sure I looked very mature, with my baby
bottle in my mouth and both hands buried between my
legs...and dozed off with the images of naked, giggling
girls dancing in my head...but for a brief little while I
was completely and utterly happy....


Chapter Nine:  A (Step-)Mother's Pride and Joy

I was sound asleep when I heard the front door slam.  A soft
wind of whispering voices accompanied by soft feminine
laughter put a bolt of fear in me.  Fighting panic and
struggling to come out of my sleep, I raised up on one naked
hip and tried to figure out what to do next.

"Hello?" I finally called out toward the darkness.  "Is
anybody there?   Hello?  Juanita?"

I was terrified when my stepmother finally came into the
living room and flicked on the lights.  Blinded and
startled, I mumbled something akin to "Hello."  I just knew
she'd come to punish me again.  But instead of questioning
me or looking to see if I'd wandered from the confines of my
itchy nest during her absence, my stepmother tossed her keys
on the hall table, put away her purse and bid her guests to
do the same.

Oh, yes, there were guests, all right.  Two of them, in
fact.  I was so ashamed when my stepmother's visitors walked
into the room.  I'd hoped...I thought...no one was going td
see me naked that day.  Imagine my horror when I saw it was
Mrs. Mullins from next door...and her sixteen year old
daughter, Marlene!  

Holy crap!  Not another stupid girl!!!  Holy crap!!!

As quick as I could I rolled over on my belly and clutched
that stupid itchy blanket close to my body.  Oh, sure, my
bare butt was still exposed and they could see that I was
naked, but at least I could cover up the important stuff.
For now.

Mrs. Mullins was a very nice lady.  She always reminded me
of the typical television housewife who looking so nice in
pearls and a dress and with her hair and demeanor so
immaculate.  I often saw her baking or running the vacuum
cleaner and had dismissed her as harmless and uninteresting.

Marlene, on the other hand, was completely different from
her mother.  Not at all a prissy girlie-girl, she was one of
those pretty, athletic tomboy types that I found so
fascinating...and so intimidating.  We'd played a bit of
basketball in her driveway when I first arrived for the
summer, and she'd won without letting me score a single
point.  And now she was standing over me, dressed in jeans,
sneakers and a skimpy t-shirt and a huge grin on her face.
Both she and her mother seemed to enjoy themselves as their
eyes scanned my plump naked body sprawled out before them.  

"Oh, how adorable!  Just like a little baby on a bearskin
rug!" Mrs. Mullins said sweetly.  "Hello, Brandon, honey.
Did we wake you from your nap?"

"My gosh...you weren't kidding, Mrs. Miller!" Marlene
blurted.  "He...he really is naked!  And he's got a baby
bottle!  And he's how old?  Eleven?  This is wild!"

Mrs. Mullins giggled.  "Marlene, don't be so rude."

"Well, he is, Mom!  He's as naked as one of my old Barbies.
And didn't you hear me say he's got a baby bottle!  Oh, my
goodness, is that...is he wearing pink nail polish, too?
What's up with that?"

Mrs. Mullins laughed a dainty housewife laugh.  "Well, I'm
sure I don't know.  I suppose we'll just have to ask him."

Juanita seemed rather pleased with the young girl's
reaction.  "Go ahead and get acquainted, Marlene.  You two
will be spending all day together tomorrow, so you might
want to get to know one another."

Marlene nodded, causing her ponytail to bob up and down.
"I'm thinking I'm going to like this babysitting job," she
said with scary enthusiasm.  "Hey, look...he's wearing a
butterfly necklace, too!   What the  ?  Boys don't wear that
kinda stuff!  Are you sure he's not really a little girl?"

"Juanita-a-a-a...." I whined.  "Not now, please!  I don't
have any clothes on!"

"It's not going to hurt anything.  Marlene has seen plenty
of little naked boys before."  A stern glance and a nod by
my stepmother toward my father's leather belt punctuated her
order for me to keep quiet.  "Now, be nice...or else!"

"But..."

Juanita gave me another of those awful looks.  "Maybe you
didn't hear me.  I said, or ELSE!!!!"

"Yes, ma'am," I whispered.  

What else could I do?

"Hello, Brandon.  Hope we didn't wake you."  Marlene was
giggling like a five year old would over a new toy.  The
delighted teen hovered about, gazing at my nakedness, that
horrible scratchy blanket and the baby bottle I'd sucked on
while Juanita was out.  "I really like your little girlie-
girl necklace and your pretty finger nails!  You are just
about the cutest little boy I've ever seen in my life!"

I buried my face in my hands and pouted.  "I don't care!"

Marlene was undaunted by my reaction.  "Uh-oh!  Looks like
you finished your bottle.  Want me to fill it up for you,
little fellow?"  

I rubbed the tears from my eyes and shook my head.  I was so
embarrassed, I didn't know what to say or do.  I curled up
in a ball on my itchy blanket and just laid there and cried
like a baby.

"Mrs. Miller!" Marlene called out.  "Brandon's crying about
something!  What should I do?"

"Now what is it?"  Juanita's expression was a mixture of
concern and fascination.  "Are you really crying, Brandon?
Is there anything wrong?"

Was there anything wrong?  How could I answer that?  Rather
than try, I wiped my eyes on my bare arm and tried not to
cry.  I didn't have any tissues or sleeves, so that didn't
really help much.  

"B-before you...you got here...I...I was a little scared," I
confessed.  My eyes were still hurting from the bright lamp
that my stepmother lit when everyone came into the room.
"You said you'd only be gone a few minutes, but you were
gone all day.  I didn't know where you were and...and I got
worried."

My stepmother looked at her guests and laughed.  "Well, I'm
sorry, babydoll, but I didn't mean to upset you.  But you
weren't listening, sweetheart.  I said I'd be gone a few
hours, not a few minutes.  I didn't think a boy your age
would mind being left alone in the house.  I guess I was
wrong."

"Sounds to me like your little darling really missed you,"
Mrs. Mullins said glibly.  

"How old is he again?" Marlene asked, her face bright with
amusement.

Juanita lit up a cigarette and blew a stream of smoke into
the air.  "Tell Marlene how old you are, babydoll."

I shrugged shyly.  "I'm...eleven...almost twelve years old."

Marlene shook her head.  "Well, he's not acting like any
eleven year old I know.  He acts like he's about two!"

"He does look so much younger," commented Mrs. Mullins.  "If
you put a diaper on him I swear he'd look just like a baby.
Hmmm...make that a baby GIRL with all that long pretty blond
hair."

"I'm not a baby!" I fussed.  "I'm...she's making...I'm...I'm
not a baby!!!  And I'm not a girl!!!"

"Oh, yeah?"  The grinning Marlene reached down and grasped
my wrist.  "So, if you're not a girl, then what's with the
pink nail polish?  Did your mommy paint them for you?"

"Leave me alone!" I fussed, pulling myself into a tight knot
and crying even harder.

"I think he wants to be a girl," the taunting teenager said.
"Why else would he have such pretty long hair and wear
girls' jewelry and nail polish like that?"

At this point my stepmother had to butt in with, "Actually,
Brandon painted his fingernails himself.  His toenails, too.
He did mine, come to think of it.  I think he does a very
good job...for a boy."

Marlene jumped on that like a cat on a mouse.  "Oh, so the
little baby painted his own nails with pink polish?  How
cute!  You are just the cutest little thing I've ever seen.
Really, you are such a prissy little sissy!"

"I'm not a sissy!" I shouted.  This game was getting old and
I had to say something...or go mad.  "How many times do I
have to say it?  Nobody listens to me!"

Juanita smiled.  "Okay, tough guy, you made your point.
Now, do us all a favor and calm down and stop being so rude.
And while you're at it, unwrap yourself and lay down like a
big boy.  Don't be such a brat!  That's why you got grounded
in the first place, remember?"

Reluctantly, I did as I was told.  I relinquished my grip
around my knees and straightened out my legs and laid on my
side.  As I stretched out before my audience I noticed that
Mrs. Mullins and Marlene smiled at each other as though
they'd heard a funny joke.  That kind of made me mad, but I
was more ashamed than anything else.  I was still naked,
remember, which I'm sure amused them as much as my tears.  

The giggling and grinning only grew.  It was then that I
suddenly noticed I had another stupid erection.  Dammit!
Glancing at Marlene I could see that was exactly what she
was giggling about.  Remembering not to directly touch
myself, I pressed my legs together in a vain attempt to hide
my shame.   That stupid erection was still sticking straight
out!  Even worse, the tip was dripping something sticky!!!

Holy crap!!!

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Brandon!" Juanita sighed and left
the room for a moment.  When she returned she had a tissue
and a funny look on her face.  "Here, wipe up the mess you
made.  What in the world is wrong with you?"

There wasn't much I could say to that, so I didn't say
anything.  It was just as well.  There were plenty of others
who had stuff to say while I shyly wiped myself and blushed
like crazy.

"Wow!  He's a boy all right!  Look at that stiffie!  I never
see that on a baby," the grinning teenager said.  Her eyes
burned a look of mischief right through me.  "I'm really
glad I came here today!  This is going to be the best
babysitting job ever!"

My stepmother took my soiled tissue and she stared me as
though she was looking for something wrong.  She sniffed the
tissue -- which I thought was weird -- and knelt down and
looked at the carpet.  Pushing me aside, she ran her hands
across the pink wool blanket, paused, and then made a
grunting noise.  She then stood up and wiped her hands on
the tissue and glared at me with so much anger that it
scared me!

"Okay, let's have it.  Tell me what you did wrong.  Tell me
EVERYTHING!!!  Do it, or so help me, I'll wear your bottom
out right here in front of our guests!"

I felt my face, then my whole body chill with fear.  I
glanced over at Mrs. Mullins and her daughter.  They both
looked at me with great interest.  Marlene's grin made me
feel even worse.

"What I did...d-d-did...w-w-wrong?"

Juanita clapped her hands together and shook her finger at
me.  "Yes!!!  What you did wrong, indeed!  You got off your
blanket while I was gone.  I know you did, so don't you dare
bother lying!  I gave you a simple rule and you had to go
and break it!  Don't shake your head at me, little mister!
I can tell because I can see your footprints in the shag
carpet.  You also let something wet and sticky ruin my good
blanket.  I'm afraid to ask what that was."

"I'm...I'm sorry," I said with a sniff.

"Not only that," my stepmother continued, "but you left the
towels damp in the powder room.  So don't you dare tell me
you didn't do something wrong, little mister!  You better
confess or I'll get your father's belt out and wear your
bottom out, you won't be able to sit down for another week!"

I started crying.  There wasn't much else I could do.  I was
guilty and I was caught and I wasn't going to get away.  And
so I did what I did best.  I cried and I sobbed like a
little baby.   And I hoped that I wouldn't get punished.

"Tell me what you did, Bran-DEE," Juanita said with a sneer.
"Tell me or else!"

I wiped my eyes and my nose and I tried to explain.  "I...I,
um...well, you were gone...and I..."

My stepmother sighed.  "Answer the question.  I know that's
not only medicine on my good blanket.  What did you do, jack
off on it, too?  After everything those little girls said
yesterday, and after all the warnings you've gotten, that
sounds like something you'd do."

Why did she have to say that?  Hearing the works "jack off"
caused me to look guiltily toward Marlene and her mother.
Marlene's face was somewhere between shock and delight while
Mrs. Mullins smiled a subtle yet clearly amused smile.   I
was back to feeling helpless and naked again, like a little
child.

The only good thing about this situation was that I didn't
get a spanking from it.  Instead, Juanita settled on me
making my confession.  For the moment, at least.  That was
almost as bad as getting a spanking, though.  I mean, it was
really difficult admitting that I'd masturbated.  Saying
something like that in front of my stepmother and her lady
friend and a grinning sixteen year old girl, all while bare
naked and with an erection, well, it was an excruciatingly
painful experience.

"Okay, okay, I...um, I did...I did it," I said through a
curtain of tears.  

"You did what?  Speak up so Mrs. Mullins and Marlene can
hear you!"

I forced myself to look away from the grinning faces before
me.  This was the most difficult thing I'd ever had to say
in my life.

"I...I...I jacked...I jacked off.  But I'm sorry!  Please,
believe me!   I'm so, so sorry!"

My stepmother looked at me with suspicion.  "You did what?
Say that again, please.  Just the first part."

I felt my mouth go dry.  "I...I jacked off?"

My stepmother sniffed.  "Are you asking me or telling me?
Say it right."

I licked my lips.  "I...I jacked off."

Marlene giggled so loud her mother had to shush her.

Juanita gave me a sly smile.  "Good.  Now, how many times
did you do it?"

I blinked.  "How many  ?"

My stepmother took a drag from her cigarette.  "How many
times did you jack off, dear?  I want to know what kind of
boy your really are.  So answer the question!"

I looked down at the floor and dug my bare toe in the
carpet.  "Um...only...well, only...two...I guess."

"Two times???  You jacked off two times on my good blanket?
In my nice living room?  In my house???  What in the hell is
wrong with you?"  Juanita was so mad, I thought for sure she
would slap me.  Which she did.

WHAPPP!!!!

"First you play with yourself in front of my friend's
daughter and some other little girls," my stepmother said
sternly. "Then you do it in my house.  In my living room.
And on my floor!  Are you sick or something?  What else did
you do?"

"That's all," I said with a sniff.  "I promise."

"Don't you lie to me!"

"I'm not lying!  I promise!"

"You promised you'd stay on the blanket, but you didn't.  So
that makes you a liar and liars cannot be trusted."  Juanita
took a drag from her cigarette and shot me a furious look.
"So, are you going to jack off again? Because if you are,
you might as well go ahead and do it right here and now and
get it over with.  I don't want you messing on my good
blanket again and I sure as hell don't want you doing it in
front of any more little girls!"  

I just stood there and tried to figure out what she was
saying.  Surely, it couldn't be what it sounded like.

"Well?"

I fought the temptation to cover my privates with my hands.
"I don't know what you mean..."

My stepmother smiled the kind of smile that made me think
she was about to lose her patience.  I never liked that
particular smile.

"Here, let me explain it in no uncertain terms.  Because you
seem to like jacking off so much, I want you to do it again.
Right now, where I can make sure you don't cause any
problems.  Is that clear enough for you?"

My stomach suddenly felt queasy.  You know, like just before
you throw up?

"No-o-o-o," I cried.  "I didn't...I mean...I don't want
to..."

My stepmother put down her cigarette and held me by my bare
shoulders.  "I'm serious, Brandon.  If you're going to do
that kind of thing, I want you doing it where I can see you
and not in secret.  It's a bad, nasty habit and causes all
sorts of problems for everybody."

Mrs. Mullins interrupted with, "I'm not surprised he could
masturbate so soon.  Most boys are usually a year or two
older, but it does happen at his age.  We just don't see
many boys this young down at the clinic that can do that.  I
thought he was too young, but he's apparently developed
everything he needs.  It's a shame, too, considering how
pretty he is.  What a nasty little habit.  Messy, too!"

"See, even Mrs. Mullins agreed that it's a nasty habit.  But
we're going to get it under control."  Juanita spun me
around to face our guests.  "So, do you want to do this now,
or do you want to wait until bedtime?  I'm good either way
with it and I'm sure our guests won't mind, either."

"No...Juanita," I whispered hoarsely.  I was on the verge of
crying...again.  "Please, I don't want to."

"Oh, please, make him do it now!" Marlene squealed.
"Please, Mrs. Miller, won't you make him?  Oh, please!!???"

"It's fine with me," Mrs. Mullins said with a knowing smile.
"I'd like to see how he does it.  That would be pretty
interesting to find out what he knows, you know, especially
considering his age."

I looked back at my stepmother.  "Please, don't make me.  I
won't do it again.  I promise!" I begged.

Mrs. Mullins laughed.  "That's not likely.  Once they start,
it's almost impossible to get them to stop."

I could not talk my stepmother out of that whole miserable,
embarrassing ordeal, unfortunately.  I mean, I actually
believed it when I told her I'd never masturbate again.  She
knew better, of course, and she insisted that I go ahead and
get it over with.  

"Don't get mad at me, sweetie," she said, lighting up
another cigarette and taking a puff.  "You're the one who
started this whole mess.  Which, by the way, I expect you to
clean up when you're done.  Go ahead...do it!  NOW!!!"

Faced with such humiliation, I started crying.  "Please, no-
o-o-o...Juanita-a-a-a-a..."

I was stunned when Mrs. Mullins sort of took over the
situation.  "How did you do it earlier today?  Were you
laying down or standing up?"

I looked at my stepmother, who nodded for me to answer the
question.  Or else!

I tried to swallow but couldn't.  "I, um, was laying down, I
guess."

"On your back?" Juanita asked.  She frowned when I nodded.
"With your nasty butt smearing medicine on my good blanket?
That's just great.  You are in so much trouble, young man!"  

"Juanita, please!  You can discipline the poor child later.
First, I want to see how he masturbates."  Mrs. Mullins
nodded.  "Show us, dear.  Go ahead, lay down and get
comfortable."

I glanced at the grinning Marlene and almost immediately
lowered my eyes.  How did I end up like this? I kept asking
myself.  Sighing loudly, I laid down on my side and then
rolled over on my back.  I stared at the ceiling for several
seconds before I heard my stepmother say, "Well, get to it,
nasty boy.  We don't have all day..."

As scared as I was, I somehow managed to do it.  It wasn't
easy, but somehow I managed to force my hands down between
my legs, grasp my penis, and massage myself to orgasm.  At
first I closed my eyes, but Juanita chastised me -- and gave
me such a pinch on my bare thigh! -- saying it was rude to
ignore our guests.  I was so confused and upset, the
absurdity of what she said didn't hit me until much, much
later.  

"Look at him go!" Marlene squealed as I rubbed my penis
between my hands.  I felt so ashamed to be watched during
such an intimate moment.  "He is really getting into this!
It must feel really good, don't you think?"

"Boys just love masturbating," Mrs. Mullins said.
"Sometimes I think they'd do it all the time if we didn't
stop them."

My stepmother's voice sent a chill over me as I rubbed
myself. "Just wait until he's done.  Nasty boy...I'll show
him how to feel good!"

It didn't take long for me to reach orgasm.  Between the
sensation of rubbing my penis, being naked on that stupid
blanket and all of the attention I was getting, my mind was
in stimulation overload.  "Oh...oh...oh, gosh!" I exclaimed
when I finally hit the peak.  The spasm wasn't quite as
intense as the first time I did it earlier that day -- I
think it was because I was scared to death! -- but it was
enough to give me a momentary seizure.  I remember closing
my eyes for a second, my back arched and my penis sending a
high voltage shock throughout my young body.  When I opened
my eyes I saw my stepmother's face leaning over me, her smug
smile and raised eyebrow imprinting on my prepubescent
psyche.  

"Was that fun?" she asked in a sultry voice.  "Do you feel
better, now?"

Before I could answer, she slapped my face.  Not hard, but
just enough to shock me from my pleasurable stupor and take
my breath away.  Before I could take another breath she
slapped me twice again, bringing a flood of tears and snot
to surface, causing me to cry and choke and strangle in my
misery.

"Remember that little treat, you dirty boy," my stepmother
said in an oddly pleasant tone of voice.  "That's what's
going to happen from now on whenever you decide you have to
play with your peter.  You can be such a pretty thing, but
then you have to ruin it by jacking off!  I don't care what
you're thinking or what you see, I don't care who touches
it, I don't care if you are dying, I don't want to ever see
you do that again!  I don't care if it stays sticking up for
a month, you don't ever, EVER touch it like that again!  Do
you understand me???!!!"

"I'm...I'm so...sorry...," I sputtered.  "B-b-
but...you...you made...me..."

SLAPPP!!!!

"Did I ask you a question?" my stepmother growled.  I
nodded.  "Then answer it and shut up!"

"Yes...ma'am..." I said between sobs and gasps for air.  I
paused for a moment...and then nodded once more.
"I...understand."

Through a veil of tears and sobs I could hear Mrs. Mullins
talking in a very normal, almost cheerful voice.  "You can
threaten the poor child all you want, Juanita, but he's
going to do it again.  That's just how boys are.  Of course,
I'll be interested in seeing how this turns out."

"We'll see about that," was my stepmother's retort.

While I recovered from both masturbating and being punished,
the women carried on their conversation as though I couldn't
hear them.  It was a very strange situation, one that I
never wanted to repeat!

"Very nice," said the matronly Mrs. Mullins.  "He does a
very good, if not quick, job of it.  I like how he uses both
hands instead of one.  That definitely heightens his
pleasure and probably accounts for how quickly he comes at
the end.  I just wish he wasn't so young.  Early
masturbation can cause so many complications in a young
boy's life.  Oh, well, once Pandora's box is open, all the
sins come out, I suppose."

"I thought it was neat!" the ever-delighted Marlene
exclaimed.  "I could watch him do that all day!"

My stepmother snorted.  "Well, I'm sure he'd be glad to
oblige you.  I don't know what it is about jacking off that
is so special, but boys just love doing it, don't they?
Until you catch them at it, of course!  Well, I said my
piece.  Every time I catch him he's going to be punished.
End of story!"

Juanita shot me a knowing look.  I was so ashamed and so
dejected by what had just happened, but there wasn't much I
could do about it.  I wanted to go and hide...or at the very
least go clean myself up from where I'd spewed semen all
over my belly and hands.  To make matters worse, I'd
accidentally smeared the nasty stuff on my pillow when I sat
up, leaving a slimy, wet stain on the pink cotton material.  

"There you go again, making messes on my good things!  What
in the world is wrong with you, Brandon?  Can't you do
anything without ruining it?"

I was mortified to be chastised over something so
disgusting, particularly in front of guests.  "I'm...I'm
sorry.  Can I please go wash my hands?  I didn't mean to
make a mess."

To my shame my stepmother wouldn't let me leave the living
room.  Instead, she simply handed me a single tissue and
told me to make do.  I remember wiping myself up as best I
could with the tiny thing, soaking it into a useless, sticky
mass almost immediately.  I also remember trying to hand it
back to her.  She refused to take it, leaving me feeling
like I was still slimy and soiled.  The look on her face was
one of disgust, but any attempt to go to the bathroom and
clean myself up or even request another tissue was totally
shot down.

"I guess that's something you should have thought of before
making such a nasty mess all over yourself," my stepmother
said in a childish, sing-song voice.  "Why don't you do it
again and see what happens."

"NO!!!" I yelled.  Catching a glare from my stepmother, I
remembered my place and lowered my eyes to look at my pink
toenails.  "I mean...no, ma'am.  I'd...I'd rather not."

"That's my little man," Juanita said in a suddenly sweet
voice.  "You'll learn.  You'd better!"


Chapter Ten:  Bottoms Up!

For the next few minutes I was told to mind my own business
as the "adults" -- which included sixteen year old Marlene -
- had "grownup talk" to conduct.  Juanita winked at me as
she led the others to the kitchen.

"Don't worry, babydoll, we'll just be a few minutes.  I'll
bring you some supper in a bit, all right?"

Laying on my side on that terrible blanket with my head
propped up with one hand and that stupid, nasty, slimy wet
tissue in the other, I nodded shyly.  Did that mean another
baby bottle, this time in front of Marlene and her mother?
I rolled my eyes and sighed.  I sure hoped not!  I didn't
need any more humiliation that day!

Tired and desperate for sleep, I laid my head on my pillow.
Almost immediately I recoiled in disgust as my face came in
contact with the wet stain I'd left only a short while
before.  I flipped the smelly thing over, but when my
stepmother came in to check on me, she made me turn it back
over.  

"You messed in your bed," she said with a musical laugh,
"you can just sleep in it, darling."

A titter of laughter echoed from the hallway.  I looked up
to see Marlene grinning at me from the doorway.  Following
my stepmother's lead, I nodded and laid my head down,
slipping my arm between my face and the offending stain.  I
hoped it would dry soon.  The smell was disgusting.

I'd almost dozed off when I heard someone above me clear
their throat.  I opened my eyes and saw Marlene looking down
at me.  Judging from the sounds down the hall the grownups
were in the kitchen.  I looked back up at the teenaged girl
standing over me.  The grin on her face was about as
condescending as you can get.  Not that I blamed her.  She
had every right to be that way, considering the stupid
predicament I'd gotten myself into.

"Here's part of your supper, dirty boy," the pretty blond
girl said with a smirk.  "We're ordering pizza, but your
mommy said if you were going to act like a baby and play
with yourself and make messes and stuff, then you oughta be
treated like a baby. I think that's just a great idea, don't
you?"

My stomach dropped to see that idiotic pink baby bottle in
her outstretched hand.  I reached out with trembling fingers
and just as I was about to take it, she dropped it on the
floor.

"Oops!  Baby dropped his bottle," she said with a wicked
laugh.

"That's not funny," I said quietly as I picked up the
bottle.  "You could have spilled it and gotten me in all
kinds of trouble.  You don't have to be mean to me."

Marlene shook her head.  "I can do anything I want, pretty
boy.  I'm your new babysitter."

I raised up as much as I could without exposing my erect
penis to her view.

"You said that before.  What's that mean?"

The giggling sixteen year old was delighted to tell me.
"Your stepmother is going out of town tomorrow and I'm
watching you.  All day long.  Yep, little Brandy is going to
have Nurse Marlene babysitting him...oh, boy, are we going
to have us some fun!"

Well, of course it turned out to be true.  After the pizza
was delivered and everyone had their fill, Juanita and Mrs.
Mullins came into the living room to check on me.  And when
I asked the dreaded question I got the dreaded answer.  

"Yes, Mrs. Taylor and Bridget and I are all taking the girls
to the amusement park at Capital City tomorrow," my
stepmother said with a smile.  "I figured you wouldn't want
to go so I arranged for Marlene to watch you while I'm
gone."

I felt those stupid tears welling up in my eyes again.
"But...but  Juanita!  I do wanna go to the amusement park,
too!  Is it the one with the world's largest arcade?  And
the new roller coaster?"

"The one and the same," replied my stepmother.  "But you
can't go, babydoll.  You're grounded, remember?"

I swallowed.  "I know,...but...but...."

Juanita tapped the ashes from her cigarette.  "Well, even
after talking with Mrs. Mullins and Marlene, I was thinking
about letting you go...but then you decided to jack off in
my living room."  

A burst of giggles let fly in the room.  I glanced at
Marlene, who was covering her mouth with impish delight.  I
thought about the sticky tissue still in my hand and I felt
sick with shame.

My stepmother raised an eyebrow and continued with her
lecture.  "We were all going to have a wonderful time, but
as you've decided to soil yourself in my house, I can't take
any chances on you doing it again in front of the girls.
And so I'm extending your punishment indefinitely."

I licked my lips and thought for a moment.  

"In-...indef-..."

Marlene giggled again.  "She means you're gonna be naked
from now on, you dumb boy!"

"Marlene!" Mrs. Mullins said with mock indignation.  "Don't
interfere, darling!  It's not polite."

Juanita nodded and smiled.  "Oh, no, that's perfectly fine.
It's within her right as Brandon's new babysitter.  

"I have to go naked from now on?" I whispered.  "What does
that mean?"

My stepmother shrugged her shoulders.  "It means you're
going to be punished until you show you've grown up.  If
that means going around bare butt naked the rest of the
summer, then that's fine with me."

I felt my knees go weak.  "But I want to go to the amusement
park.  Please, can't I go, too?"

"Oh, sure.  As long as you'd like to go in your birthday
suit."  My stepmother smiled a smile that made me feel ill.

For an instant I imagined myself walking down the amusement
park midway in my bare skin, trapped between Marie and her
friends on one side and Mrs. Taylor and Bridget on the
other.  Was Juanita serious?  She wouldn't actually make me
go naked in public like that...would she?  Then I thought
about all the time I spent in my birthday suit at Mrs.
Taylor's house and how I'd ridden naked in Juanita's sports
car across town...and I realized this woman was capable of
doing anything.  And considering the company we kept, nobody
would do anything to stop her.

I could feel those stupid tears burning my eyes.  "No-o-o-o-
o...I don't wanna..."

"A naked boy at the park?  I'd sure like to see that!"
Marlene said with genuine enthusiasm.

Well, it was a long time coming.  I started crying like I
hadn't cried since the day before.  You'd have thought I'd
been hit with Mrs. Taylor's evil bamboo cane, but my
feelings were really hurt this time.  I'd been looking
forward to my summer vacation all year long, and now it was
ruined!  Instead of going to the beach and the amusement
park and the stock car races and having all sorts of great
fun, I was to be stripped naked, humiliated, tormented and
put on exhibition to be teased and laughed at?  Tell me that
wasn't cause enough to cry.  

"The main reason I asked Marlene to be your babysitter is
that she has certain...um, skills that might come in handy
while I'm gone."  Juanita nodded toward the smiling girl as
though she thought I'd be really interested.  "I bet you
didn't know that her mom is a nurse."

I looked from my stepmother to Marlene to Mrs. Mullins.  All
three looked at me like I was dessert and they each had a
spoon.

My stepmother continued with, "  and Marlene is learning to
be a nurse."

"Okay..." I said cautiously.

Mrs. Mullins pat her daughter on the hand.  "Marlene has
been part of our training program as the clinic.  She's very
good with our younger patients and is quite adept at taking
care of their needs."

I shrugged my naked shoulders and nodded.  "That's nice."  

"So, she's going to take care of you while I'm gone,"
interrupted Juanita.  "Honey, do you want to go get your
stuff?  It looks like you're going to need it after all.  We
might as well give it a try while we're all here and talking
about it."

The pretty teenager nodded and said, "Sure.  I'll be right
back."

I watched in confusion as Marlene slipped out the front
door.  

"Can I at least throw away this...tissue?" I asked quietly.
The semen-soaked mass in my hand was getting nasty and I was
desperate to get rid of it.

My stepmother smiled at me.  "I think you need to hold onto
that a little longer as a reminder of how nasty you've
been."

I nodded my head.  Mrs. Mullins grinned at me, her face lit
up with the same delight I'd seen in her daughter's face.  I
felt the slimy glob in my hand and I shivered all over with
disgust.

A short while later she returned with a pastel pink
overnight bag.  The grin on the sixteen year old girl's face
as she laid out the tools of her trade. It was everything
needed to give me an enema!  It was also everything I hoped
to never see again!  I was shocked to see not one, but two
enema bulbs, one considerably larger -- and with a larger
nozzle, too! -- than the one my stepmother used.  There was
also a large red rubber baglike thing with a white hose and
another huge, scary nozzle attached.  Marlene laid this
contraption aside as though it was something precious.  The
grin on her face put the fear of God into me.

"Don't worry, Brandy, we won't use that one tonight," she
said with a girlish giggle.  "We'll save that one for
special occasions."

"Maybe tomorrow," suggest Mrs. Mullins.

Juanita blew a stream of cigarette smoke into the air and
nodded.  "Tomorrow would be good.  We'll be gone all day so
you two can have all the fun you want.  Brandon just loves
getting enemas, don't you, darling?"

I felt my face burn with embarrassment as Mrs. Mullins and
her daughter both looked at me and smiled big time.

"I, um...er..."

My stepmother raised an eyebrow at me.  "That's what you
said last night, am I right?  You said, 'Oh, I just love it,
Mommy!  It makes me feel good all over, Mommy!'  Don't lie
about it, honey...Mrs. Mullins understands.  So does
Marlene."

"Is that true, babydoll?" the smiling Mrs. Mullins asked.
"Do you like getting your bottom washed and rinsed by your
mommy?  Then you are in for a treat, because Marlene does a
most excellent job, don't you, honey?"

The grinning teenager stared at me like I was a piece of
candy ready to be devoured.  "This is going to be great!  I
would have never thought a boy would actually admit to like
having his bottom poked.  Most of them hate it!  But...you
really like it?"

I shrugged my shoulders and looked for someplace to hide.  

"Answer the young lady, Brandon," my stepmother said.  

I fidgeted around a bit and stammered out something like,
"Well, not really..."

Juanita made an ugly sound and motioned for me to come
close.  I did as I was told, fully expecting to get the snot
slapped out me again.  Instead, she pulled me close and put
her hands around my naked waist and held me tight.  Enhanced
by her talon-like fingernails, her grip around my nude pre-
teen body made me wilt with helplessness.  Her breath
smelled like tobacco and coffee as she spoke softly, but
firmly into my blushing ear.  

"If I remember correctly, when I gave you that enema
yesterday you told me how much you liked it.  You did say
that, right?  Don't lie to me in front of our guests."  I
nodded, just barely.  "Good boy.  Now, I want you to turn
around here and tell Mrs. Mullins and her daughter what you
said.  You're not going to make me look like a liar, are
you, sweetie?"

"You don't have to be ashamed, honey," coaxed Mrs. Mullins.
"We understand."

Marlene giggled.  "Yeah, sure we do," she said, her eyes
watching me carefully.

"Well..." My heart raced as I tried to think of something.
I couldn't just admit to such a...dirty thing...could I?  I
thought about the nasty wet tissue still in my hand.  Okay,
so I'd be tricked into masturbating in front of our guests,
so why not?

"Will I...I get in trouble again?"

Juanita raised an eyebrow and then laughed.  "No,
sweetheart.  You won't get in trouble...again.  As long as
you don't touch your boy parts, you're just fine.  This is a
good thing, you know.  Remember how we got all that nasty
stuff out of you and how good it all felt when we did it?
This is a good thing."

It took me a minute, but I did it.  My stepmother spun me
around and made me face her friends, stark naked and on the
verge of tears.  Both Mrs. Mullins and her pretty sixteen
year old daughter looked delighted with my shameful
predicament.  I sighed, rolled my eyes and blushed.  

"I...I guess I really...really do...love getting a...an ema-
...emana...I mean...an ene-...enema."  I had to pause, I was
breathing so hard it hurt.  "It...um...it...makes my
bottom...feel really...good."

"Say it again," whispered my stepmother.  "And remember what
I said before, say it like you mean it!"

I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the ecstatic grin
on Marlene's face.  

"I love...getting enemas.  They, um, make my bottom feel
good."

"One more time," my stepmother ordered.  "With feeling!"

I blinked and nodded.  "I really love getting enemas!  They
make my bottom feel so good!"

Juanita gave my bare butt a light, playful slap and pushed
me toward our guests.

"See?  I told you so," she said proudly.

Mrs. Mullins motioned for me to approach her.  I did so
carefully, my mind spinning with confusion and dismay at my
own self-betrayal.  How could I have admitted to something
so disgusting?  Was I completely insane?  Or was I under
some sort of hypnotic spell?

"Poor darling...it's not easy admitting something like that,
is it?" Mrs. Mullins pulled me close and gave me a little,
delicate hug. "He deserves a reward for being so open and
honest."

"I certainly think so," my stepmother said, blowing a stream
of cigarette smoke out the side of her mouth.  "He deserves
something, that's for sure."

The smiling neighbor lady gave me a light kiss on the cheek
and patted me on the bare bottom.  "Poor child.  I know!
Marlene, why don't you give us a sample of what good work
you do, honey?  I bet Brandon just can't wait to get his
bottom cleansed by such a pretty girl.  Isn't that right,
babydoll?  Doesn't that sound like fun?"

I felt like a complete idiot at the lovely woman gave me
another wet kiss on the cheek, this time right beside my
mouth.  Unlike my stepmother, Mrs. Mullins' breath smelled
of lipstick, perfume and spearmint.  Combine that with her
fingers tickling my bare skin and the prospect of my bottom
getting probed, I felt the onset of another embarrassing
erection.

"You mean, right now?  This very minute?"

"This very minute," echoed Juanita.  The look she gave me
caused my knees to go weak.

My teenaged babysitter giggled quietly as she began sorting
through her collection of play toys.  The full impact of
what was about to happen to me was just now setting in.
What was it about my butt that caused so much interest in
females of all ages?  I wanted die when Marlene picked out
the enema bulb with the larger nozzle.  I glanced back at my
stepmother.  The simpering smirk on her face caused my
stomach to turn upside down.  She had me where she wanted me
and there wasn't a thing I could do about it!

Between the delight and the mischief and the condescending
attitude, it became evident to me that any time spent with
Marlene was going to be my worst nightmare.  For the moment,
at least.  There was no way out of this and I knew it.
Despite my tears, I knelt down on the floor before my
feminine audience and resigned myself to doing exactly as I
was told.  There was nothing else for me to do...

The next hour or so was a blending of misery and rapture.
Right there in the middle of my stepmother's living room
floor, bent over my pillow and a couple of towels for
safety's sake, I was to be given a repeat of the previous
night's performance, only this time with an audience.  I
remember trembling in anticipation as the young and eager
Marlene took her time preparing for my enema.  The two adult
women chit-chatted and sipped their coffee as though this
was a typical evening at home.  

For as long I live, I'll never forget the first time
Marlene's fingers parted my buttcheeks and how I blushed
with shameful pleasure as she pressed the tip of the enema
nozzle against my sphincter...and then on through deep into
my rectum, just like she'd been doing this all her life.  I
made a little "gasp!" that caused both my stepmother and
Mrs. Mullins to pause in their conversation.  The look on
each woman's face said "I told you so!" as my bottom was
penetrated even further.

"And to think how much you cried the first time I did that
for you!" Juanita said with  a shake of her head.  "Now
you've got a pretty girl doing it for you and you're making
such pretty sounds...shame on you for giving me such a hard
time!"

I can't tell you how embarrassing it was to have my bottom
violated right there in full view of my stepmother and her
lady friend.  Encouraged by her audience, sixteen year old
Marlene seemed to really enjoy teasing me with that huge
rubber nozzle, playfully testing my resistance each time she
slipped it up between my plump buttcheeks.  I finally
decided to give up as it was no use anyway.  She was going
to get her way with me no matter how hard I tried to stop
her.  I finally just opened myself up and took in the whole
nozzle without complaint.  It was a scary, yet
overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation.  I couldn't help
moaning...just a little bit.  My babysitter made sure to
comment on my sudden change in behavior.

"Look, Mama, how good Brandon is now!  His little bottom
practically inviting me to play with it!"

Mrs. Mullins nodded.  "It looks, and sounds, like our little
cutie is really enjoying himself.  His little peter is even
having some fun, too!"

Taking a break from worrying about my bottom, I glanced down
at my penis.  Sure enough, it was sticking down as hard as a
piece of marble.

"That makes sense."  My stepmother gave me a knowing look.
"I noticed that last night when I was playing with his
bottom.  I suspect he likes that even more than playing with
his little bitty boy thing."

Just then Marlene rotated the nozzle around in my bottom, an
electric shock of extreme pleasure would travel from my anus
to the tip of my erection.  The feeling was so...so...nice?
How in the world could that happen?!  Was my stepmother
right?  Was there something wrong with me?

"There he goes again, Mrs. Miller!  Listen!" my teenaged
tormentor exclaimed.  "He's making that cute little 'cooing'
sound again.  I think you're right!  He really does like
this!"

Throughout the series of enemas, Marlene also made sure I
took in every drop of the soapy solution she made for me and
she always forced me to wait until the last possible moment
before allowing me to purge myself.  

"Can't I go to the bathroom by myself?" I fussed the first
time Marlene followed me into the toilet.  "Please,
Juanita???"

My new babysitter told me in no uncertain terms to keep my
mouth shut and do as I was told.  "I've had just about
enough, Bran-DON!  I'm not putting up with your mouth any
longer.  One more word of complaint and I'm whipping your
bare butt, marks or no marks."

"Yes, ma'am," I said as I sat on the toilet.

Marlene stood over me with a smirk on her face.  As I'd just
learned the hard way, she knew boys and their
vulnerabilities and she loved having an eleven year old brat
to torment and torture.  She also knew how much I hated
being watched and she enjoyed every second of it.  The only
good thing to happen was getting the opportunity to dump
that nasty, sperm-encrusted tissue, which by the way, was
stuck to my hand.

"You think this is fun, just wait until tomorrow, pretty
boy!" Marlene said with that evil smile on her face.  "By
the time I'm done with you, you'll be so happy, you won't
know which end is up!"

I remember Juanita walking into the bathroom to check on me
and seeing a look of undeniable approval on her face.

"I hope the two of you are getting along," she said in a
cheerful, yet strangely off-key voice.

"Yep, we sure are," Marlene said with a wink toward me.
"We're becoming best friends, isn't that right, pretty boy?"

The enemas continued for quite a while longer.  Juanita and
Mrs. Mullins chatted away as I endured the marathon of sudsy
water injections at the hands of an eager teenaged girl.
Marlene was nothing if not thorough in her duties. She would
work the nozzle back and forth, in and out of my bottom as
though she was a puppeteer and she was pulling my strings.
She knew exactly how to make me coo with pleasure or strain
with panic.  She also knew how to get me to smile, which
both made me mad and delighted my stepmother.

"You're just loving this, aren't you, sweetheart?" Juanita
said with vindictive pride at one point.  "I knew you were
that way, even though your father said you weren't.  I guess
I won that argument!"

"Marlene has gotten really good at giving enemas at the
clinic," Mrs. Mullins said with obvious pride.  "It's a
talent, a gift, I suppose.  Some of our regular patients ask
for her by name.  Even our most difficult ones, mostly young
boys like Brandon here, quit crying and come away with big
smiles on their faces.  She's definitely got the gift."

I have to give myself credit for not crying too much during
the proceedings.  First off, it wouldn't have done much
good.  Juanita was insistent that I do as I was told, so
that was that.  Secondly, despite her thoroughness and
enthusiasm, Marlene wasn't mean at all, just a little bit
too eager, I guess.  She also worked hard to make sure I
enjoyed it as well.  At one point she was sliding the nozzle
up inside me and she whispered in my ear.

"Like I said, just wait until tomorrow.  If you're a good
boy I'll make sure this is even more fun.  We might eve let
you play with some lipstick?  How about that?  Do we have a
deal?"

I didn't have any idea what she was talking about, but I let
loose a nervous giggle that seemed to please my stepmother
to no end.

"I don't know what you're doing differently," Juanita said
as she took a drag from her cigarette.  "But you've
definitely got his attention."

At last the enemas came to an end.  With Marlene leading me
by the hand, I returned from the bathroom one final time,
empty and drained and completely obedient.  I remember
shivering from where a soapy wash cloth had been run over my
naked body and between my legs, ensuring that I was
sparkling clean, inside and out!  The fragrant smell of baby
powder made me dizzy and as I approached the living room I
felt as though I'd been turned inside out and back again.
At that point I didn't care what they did to me.

When I appeared before the adults Juanita gave me the
sweetest look and she took me in her arms and hugged me and
kissed me and tickled me until I couldn't help but giggle a
little bit.  It was the nicest thing that had happened to me
all day long and I suddenly felt like everything I'd endured
had been worth that one moment.  I was so exhausted and so
tingly inside, the warm touch of my stepmother's arms around
me and the wet kisses she planted on my face and my lips
just melted me.  I felt so ashamed, yet so open to the love
she showered on me.  Despite my long hard day, I was
convinced in those few seconds that I was the luckiest boy
on the planet.  Well, at least for that moment.

Before releasing me to lay down and rest, Juanita explained
that we had to put more medicine on my bare bottom.  I kind
of expected that, so I just shrugged my shoulders and said,
"Yes, ma'am."

"You don't mind if Marlene does it for me, darling, do you?
She thinks your pretty bottom is so much fun and I just know
she'd love the chance to make it all better."

Before I could say anything, a grinning Marlene stepped up
beside me and pushed me first down to my knees and then bent
me face down on that stupid scratchy blanket.  I didn't
bother to resist as she spread my buttcheeks and began
coating my tender skin with the cold, sticky ointment.  The
medicine smell was strong and offensive, but I just rolled
my eyes and tried to make myself comfortable.

"Brandon really does have a pretty butt," Marlene said more
than once to the grownups.  "The red marks are almost gone
and you can see how pretty it is.  It's so round and soft
and it's got the cutest little dimples.  It's too bad he's
not really a girl."

"I always thought Brandon was a pretty child," said Mrs.
Mullins.  "Especially with that cute little butt.  And I
especially love his long blond hair.  I bet it looks cute
all done up in a pretty hairdo."

I looked up at Juanita, who gave me a sly wink.  "We might
get to find out later this week," she said.  "My friend
Elizabeth wants our pretty boy to pose with her for a
portrait.  I think she's going to invest quite a lot of
money in it, so we might have to do something to make sure
he looks his best."

As I remained there on my knees with my butt in the air, I
thought about what my stepmother was saying.  To be honest
with you, at that time I didn't have the slightest idea what
she was talking about.  It sounded to me like Mrs. Taylor
had hired somebody -- Bridget, maybe? -- to paint a picture
of me.  What the heck was that all about?

The Mullins finally left after I settled down with my
evening baby bottle.  The scent of dried semen wafted up
from my pillow into my nostrils and I felt so stupid, so
worthless as I lay there and watched them depart.  I could
only imagine what they were saying as they closed the front
door and headed back to their house.  I glanced down at my
erect penis and felt a pang of shame hit me in the belly.
Marlene was probably going to call everybody she knew and
tell them all about her new job as my babysitter.  If I was
lucky I might make it through tomorrow with my ego merely
bruised instead of being shredded.


Chapter Eleven:  The Babysitter from Hell

The next morning I awoke to find myself being pulled out of
my makeshift bed and helping clean up the little mess I'd
made over the past few days.  It was still dark outside,
way, way earlier than I'd gotten up all that summer.  While
I stood dazed and confused, Juanita folded up my itchy wool
blanket and my pillow and handed them both to me.  She then
handed me that stupid baby bottle.  The next thing I knew,
we were stepping out on the front porch and walking down the
steps in the early morning darkness.  I tried to resist, but
a smack on my bare butt put me in my place.

"But, where are we going?" I asked nervously.  "I thought
Marlene was going to babysit me."

Juanita shoved me down the steps toward the sidewalk.  "She
is.  But she wants to do it at her house, so that's where
we're going."

"But..."

"Don't start with me," my stepmother said sternly.  "You've
been a good boy for the past couple of days.  Don't ruin it
now or you'll find out just how mean I can be."

"Yes, ma'am," I said with a sniff.

As we walked along the cold, dark concrete path I remember
hearing a car horn beep, along with a flurry of girlish
giggles.

"Hello, Bran-DEEEEEE!!!!" a trio of feminine voices called
in unison.  

I looked over toward my stepmother's driveway.  Holy crap
again!!!  It was practically a party!  Lisa, Nora and Marie
were all crammed in the back of Mrs. Taylor's huge Mercedes
sedan and all three were giggling like a bunch of lunatics.
In the front seat were Bridget and Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor,
both looking as beautiful as ever.  I quickly hid the baby
bottle behind my back where it couldn't be seen.  There was
nothing I could do about my bare butt and penis, of course,
as Juanita was leading me along by my other hand and I had
to struggle to keep from dropping my blanket and pillow.

The girls obviously enjoyed seeing me so helpless so early
in the morning.  Nora, of course, had to be mean about it.
"Hey, naked boy!  We're all going to the amusement park!
How about coming with us??!!!"

"Shut up!" I said so softly no one could hear me.

"Whatcha got behind your back, pretty boy?" Lisa yelled.
"Does baby want his bottle?"

The whole car erupted in laughter, including the adults.

"Shut UP!!!" I pleaded weakly.

"Have fun at your babysitter's house, baby!" the pretty
blond girl called out.  "Better be good or else Marlene will
paddle that cute little butt of yours!  She's a lot bigger
than you, you know!"

As we passed by the car I strained to see if Marie was
laughing at me.  Seated in between the two other girls, she
was indeed laughing as much as anybody else.  But instead of
saying anything, she blew me a kiss.  Seated in front,
Bridget winked at me, and so did the ever-cheerful Mrs.
Taylor from her position in the driver's seat.  

"Be a good boy," said the smiling woman with the movie star
name.  "I want you to come visit me in a few days next week.
I'm going to have a special surprise just for you.  It will
be lots of fun, I promise!"

I nodded without saying anything.  I tried to imagine a
surprise for me that she'd think was "lots of fun."  I
wasn't sure if what she said was a good thing or bad.

"Come on, sleepy head.  We've got a long day ahead of us."
Juanita pulled me along the hard cool concrete sidewalk like
I was a little child.  The sound of giggling girls fell
quiet behind me.  A minute later we were on the Mullins'
doorstep.

"Good morning, little mister!" said Mrs. Mullins.  I blushed
to see the bright smile on her face and her eyes gazing over
my naked body.  I felt like crying.  "Oh, not a morning
person, I see.  Well, come on in and let's get you settled.  

Mrs. Mullins helped me set up my nest in her living room.
Kneeling on my itchy wool blanket and holding my baby
bottle, I watched helplessly as my new guardian took custody
of me, sending Juanita to join the car filled with giggling
females.  

"We'll be just fine," the pretty neighbor lady said.  "I've
got my club meeting this morning, but Marlene will be up in
a bit to fix Brandon some breakfast.  I think she has some
special games planned for him today."

"Juanita-a-a-a," I whined helplessly.  "Let me go with you!"

My stepmother grinned.  "Only if you go dressed as you are."

I still couldn't tell if she was serious.  I decided not to
take the chance.  

"I...I can't," I muttered sadly.

"No?  Too bad.  The girls will be disappointed."  My
stepmother grinned at me.   "Well, have fun!  And do be a
good boy.  And mind Mrs. Mullins and Marlene.  If I hear the
first word of you disobeying anything, and I do mean
ANYTHING, either of them say, I will wear your bottom out!
Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," I whispered.

Juanita held my face between her hands and gave me smile
that melted my heart.  "That's my pretty boy.  Now, give me
a kiss" -- she planted a warm, wet kiss right on my lips --
"and I'll see you tonight."

I dropped my head down so that my chin touched my chest.  At
that moment I didn't feel like I had much to be proud of.
Juanita and Mrs. Mullins disappeared from the living room
while I laid down on my itchy blanket and I curled up into a
ball and cried.  This was not going to be a good day...

I must have dozed off again, 'cause a little while later I
awoke to hear rock music and someone talking on the
telephone.  It took me a few minutes to realize what was
going on.  Rising to my knees, I looked around.  Oh,
yeah...I wasn't in my stepmother's house anymore.  I rubbed
my eyes and looked around again.  Good grief!  I was in the
living room from hell!

All around me was the most awful collection of old lady
furniture and fixtures.  The sofa was very ornate, with a
flowery upholstery and intricate wood work.  A matching love
seat was on the opposite side of the room, along with a
couple of stiff wingback chairs.  The white lace-patterned
wallpaper was decorated with old paintings of women in
elaborate gowns wandering through gorgeous gardens and fancy
parties.  An upright piano held a collection of antique
dolls and a giant teddy bear sat in a child's rocking chair.

The strange room made me feel suddenly even more naked than
I already was.  Funny, how an eleven year old boy's mind
works.

The rock music continued, as did the voice on the phone.
Trapped on my "punishment bed" I called out to see who was
there.  I could have sworn it was a girl's voice and not a
woman's.  It was probably Marlene's.  I just hoped and
prayed she didn't bring anybody else with her.

At long last my newest tormentor appeared at the door into
the hallway.  

"Well, good morning!  About time you woke up, sleepyhead," a
grinning Marlene said.  

I was in awe to see my babysitter wearing a pair of
extremely short shorts and a skimpy tank top.  She was so
gorgeous, a girl in a woman's body!  Her feet were adorned
with a pair of tennis shoes and her hair was pulled back in
a long ponytail.  She looked so beautiful and so strong, I
felt so intimidated in my nude, chubby body.  Especially
when I saw the baby bottle in her hand.

"Not that!"  I fussed.  "Not another bottle!  Do we still
have to do that?  Please say we don't!"

I was really tired of sucking on that stupid bottle.  I
hated that dumb old nipple in my mouth, plus I was tired of
looking like an idiot.  Especially in front of pretty girls!

Marlene gave me a look of mock alarm.  "Brandon Miller!
Didn't your mommy tell you to do what you were told?  You're
NOT going to be a bad boy, are you?  You ARE going to take
your bottle aren't you?  Without any fuss, right?"

I dropped my head and sighed.  "No.  I mean, yes."

My babysitter giggled.  "Yes what?"

I looked at her and realized what she wanted.  "Yes, ma'am?"
I said quietly.

Marlene giggled.  I was probably the first person in her
life to ever call her "ma'am."  But that wasn't what she
wanted.

"No-o-o-o, you dummy!  I mean, 'yes, ma'am' what?"

"I, um...Yes, ma'am...I...want...my...bottle?"

The pretty blond girl clapped her hands and said "Yes!"  The
grin on her face made me ill.

"Now, say it altogether."

I rolled my eyes and sighed.  "I...want my bottle."

"Not good enough," Marlene said.  "Try again."

"I want my bottle," I said weakly.  

Boy, did that feel funny coming out of my mouth.  It still
didn't make my babysitter happy, though.  She clapped her
hands and cheered me on.

"Come on, naked boy, you can do better than that.  Say it
like you mean it!"

"I want my bottle!" I said a bit louder.

"One more time.  Holler it!"

"I want my bottle!!!" I yelled out of frustration.

That seemed to make her happy.  "Good.  Much better.  I want
you to do that from now on, every time you get a bottle, all
right?"

I wanted to shake my head "no."   I wanted to run out of the
room.  Instead I just nodded and whispered, "Okay."  That
made Marlene smile.

"Right!  Now, little boy, take your little bottle while I go
get my bag.  We've got a long day ahead of us and a lot to
do.  I want to get started right away.  This is going to be
so much fun!"

I felt like such an idiot as I curled up on that stupid wool
blanket and sucked on my stupid baby bottle.  I thought
about my friends back home and what they were doing for
summer vacation.  Between all the fishing trips and baseball
games and trips to the amusement parks, I bet none of them
would end up in their birthday suit, sucking on a baby
bottle in front of some mean old teenaged girl!  

The rock music shut off and Marlene appeared after a few
minutes delay.  In her one hand was the pink overnight bag
from the night before and a pitcher of sudsy water was in
the other.  Under her arm was a bunch of fresh bath towels.
A bright grin lit up her freshly scrubbed face.

"You are so cute!  You look just like a little baby sucking
on that silly bottle!  I just love this, it's so much fun!"

I pulled the nipple out of my mouth.  I listened impatiently
as it made a hissing sound as the pressure inside the bottle
tried to equalize.

"Please, Marlene...Do we really have to...you know...do
this...this...this enema thing?"

"Oh, don't look so worried," my babysitter said sweetly.
"It won't be so bad.  I'm actually pretty good at it.  I do
them at the clinic all the time, you know.  And boys are my
specialty.  Darling, don't you worry.  I am going to make
sure you have fun today!  You had fun last night, didn't
you?"

I just kind of shrugged my shoulders.  I was too ashamed to
do or say anything else.  

Marlene laughed.  "Oh, you big fibber!  I know better than
that!  Trust me, little boy, there's a lot for you to learn
and I'm just the woman to teach it to you!"

I had no idea what that meant.  I just hoped it would all be
over with soon.

"Go ahead and finish your bottle, Brandy.  We can't do your
enema just yet, anyway," Marlene explained.  She looked at
her watch and shrugged.  "I'm waiting for something we
need."

That "something" came with the sound of the front doorbell.
Without taking the nipple from my mouth I looked at Marlene
in a panic.  I wanted to beg her not to let whoever it was
inside, but I already knew that was asking for trouble.
Conditioned by several days of strict training, I just
continued sucking my bottle and hoped for the best.

Marlene shot me a bright smile as she left to answer the
door.  When she returned, I just about died.  Jennifer
Prewitt was a tall, dark-headed high school junior with a
quick wit and an even sharper tongue.  I'd played with her
brother, Phillip, a few times and seen her be pretty mean to
him on more than one occasion.  Most important, I'd run into
her a couple of times while playing basketball over at
Marlene's house and had felt about three inches tall when
she was done sparring with me.  Today was going to be no
exception.

"What the heck?" the tall girl exclaimed when she entered
the Mullins' living room and saw me.  "Is this that little
brat Brandon...Brandon Miller?  What happened to him?  Did
he have an accident or something?  What's with the baby
bottle?  I swear, he looks just like a baby in a playpen!
Omigod!!!!  He's even wearing pink nail polish!!!!  And a
pretty necklace?  What a little cutie!  How in the world did
you get him to do all this??!!!"

Boy, talk about bad luck!  I cannot tell you how humiliated
I was to let Marlene see me naked.  And for her friend
Jennifer to see me...well, that was the absolute worst!!!
What was this, like the fifth or sixth girl to see me naked
since coming to stay with my stepmother?  I felt absolutely
mortified!!!

After a few minutes of obligatory giggling and whispering
and teasing, Marlene explained to Jennifer what was going
on.  If I thought the looks I got from Marlene were
intimidating, Jennifer just about scared me to death.

"So-o-o-o-o, let me get this straight," the suddenly stern-
faced seventeen year old looked me over like a cat getting
ready to jump a bird's nest, "He's been bad, his mother said
you can do anything you want with him and you've got him to
yourself all day today.  And you want my help?  I only have
one question...where do we start!!!???"

"I don't really need your help," Marlene confessed.  "He
cooperates just fine.  I just thought you'd want to see this
for yourself.  You know, for fun?  I know how curious you
are about...certain things.  I thought we could take turns
having, you know, a little fun!"

"Oh, I see a more than a little fun here, all right."
Jennifer clucked her tongue and nodded.  "But I want to see
what you have in mind first.  How about a nice little
spanking on that fat little butt of his?  Stand up, pretty
boy!  Let's see just how cute you really are!"

Marlene nodded toward me.  "You heard the woman!  Stand up!"

"No-o-o...." I cried weakly.  I did as I was told, but I
didn't have to like it.  Thank goodness I didn't have an
erection this time.  "Please, don't!  Remember my sore
bottom?"

Both girls giggled at my sad attempt to talk my way out of a
spanking.  Like a good slave boy, I just stood there with my
hands by my sides, praying that they'd get bored and find
something else to do...and soon!

My problem was, seventeen year old Jennifer Prewitt was not
going to get bored any time soon.  "I really like the pink
nail polish...and that butterfly necklace is just too sweet!
What's up with that?"

My babysitter immediately told her all about me going
skinnydipping at Mrs. Taylor's house and how I'd been
awarded the little gold necklace for jumping off the diving
board without any clothes on.  My heroism was lost, needless
to say, as the girls laughed about the idea of me running
around naked in front of a bunch of adult women.

"The way I hear it, he just loves for pretty women and girls
to look at his bare butt!" Marlene explained.  "I can see
why they keep him around.  He is kinda cute, you know."

"Oh, and look at his little peepee!" Jennifer exclaimed.
"It's sticking out!  What a naughty little butterfly boy!"

Darn it!  I didn't have a stiffie when I was laying down,
but now, for some reason I had a really hard one.  I looked
down to see my treacherous penis sticking proudly up in the
air.  I closed my eyes and prayed for it to go away.

"It does that all the time," Marlene explained as though she
were an expert on the subject.  "His mother spanked him good
yesterday for playing with it.  I got to watch it all!  That
was the best!"

The older girl squinted first at Marlene, then at me.  "You
got to watch...all of what?  What do you mean when you say
he was playing with it?"

I felt really, really small as my babysitter grinned and
said, "We had a lesson on masturbation.  That was pretty
interesting, actually."

The other girl's eyes went wide with surprise.
"Masturbation??  You mean...?"

Marlene nodded enthusiastically.  "Oh, yeah.  The big 'M.'
Filthy habit, the way boys do it.  Makes me glad I'm a girl!
Anyway, I got to watch Brandon jerk off.  That, plus I got
to watch his mommy spank his little butt for doing it, too!
That was fun, too."

Jennifer licked her lips and nodded.  "It sure sounds like
fun."

My babysitter looked at me and winked.  "You should have
been here.  It was just great, wasn't it, dirty boy?"

I just lowered my eyes and prayed for an earthquake.

Jennifer wasn't done with her questions.  "Let me get this
straight...Brandon's mom...she...she let him jerk off...and
then she spanked his butt for it?"

Marlene grinned and nodded.  "Yep, that's right.  Isn't it,
jerk off boy?"

I couldn't say anything.  I couldn't, I was so horrified by
the turn of this conversation.

Marlene nodded.  "And guess what else?  Mrs. Miller said I
could do that, too!  Just give him a spanking, whenever I
want!  Isn't that great?"  

The other girl nodded, a bright smile on her beaming face.
"What about jerking off?  She doesn't want him doing that, I
suppose?"

My babysitter shrugged.  "Probably not.  Why do you ask?
Would you like to see him do it?  We can make him do it
right this very minute."

I felt my stomach churn with fear.  "But...she said...my
stepmother said...for me not to do that anymore," I
whispered.

Marlene shot me an evil look.  "But she's not here, now, is
she, little boy?  And if I remember correctly, she said you
had to do everything I said.  Isn't that right?"

"But...I...she...you can't..."  I didn't know what else to
say.

My babysitter shrugged once more.  "I don't think she'll
mind, as long as I punish you for it.  Besides, I won't tell
if you won't tell.  So don't worry...it'll all work out!"

Jennifer grinned a girlish grin.  "So, can we make him do
it?"

Marlene nodded.  "I suppose.  Then again, I thought we might
do it for him.  You know, get a little practice in for
later."

Both girls giggled at the thought.  I just lowered my eyes
and dug my bare toe into the carpet.

"What's the matter, Brandon, honey?" Jennifer asked.  "Don't
you want a handjob from a pretty girl?  Wouldn't that be a
lot more fun than doing it yourself?"

I thought about what happened the last time a girl got hold
of my privates and all the agony I had to endure.  The image
of thirteen year old Lisa holding the tip of my penis
between her fingernails flashed through my mind.  I glanced
at Marlene and Jennifer's long nails and shuddered with
fear.  That idea did not sound good at all to me.

"I don't like...girls touching me there," I said, my voice
on the verge of breaking up.  "It...it hurts!"

Well, I don't think I could have said anything to make my
guardian and her friend laugh any louder.

"Sounds like somebody has a little experience with girls,"
Jennifer said with a giggle.  "And here I thought he was too
young!"

"So, you don't want girls jerking you off?" Marlene said,
her voice mocking and her face looking quite evil.  When I
nodded, her voice lowered.  "What would you prefer, a boy do
it for you?"

This time both girls giggled really loud and they whispered
some pretty ugly things about me in the process.

"I didn't say that!" I fussed.  "I just don't like girls
touching me there, that's all!  They don't know what they're
doing and they can hurt you!"

Jennifer laughed again.  "No girls, huh?  Well, then, how
about I go get my little brother?  He jerks off all the
time, so I know he's an expert!  I bet you'd love getting
jerked off by him!"

"No!" I shouted through a fresh wave of tears.  "I don't
want to be jerked off by no boy, either!  I ain't no queer!"

"What a little crybaby!"  Jennifer said.  "Hearing little
Brandon here whine like this makes me want to paddle his
little butt good!"

"We can do that," Marlene said in a sing-song voice.  "Or we
can do this..."

Jennifer and I both watched as my babysitter dumped the
contents of her overnight bag on the coffee table.  The
sight of the enema bulbs and rubber bag and assorted nozzles
chilled my very bones.  So did the expression on Jennifer's
face as she looked from the items before her and then to me
and then back again.  

"Well, you had my attention before, now you it got big
time!" she said with an evil giggle.  

"I thought I might."  Marlene grinned at me like I was in on
the joke instead of being the joke.  "I thought we'd give
babydoll here a little poke and play some doctor and then,
if you really want, you can have him for a while.  How's
that sound?"

"Are you serious?  For sure?" The older girl's eyes got
really big.  She then looked at me and sighed.  "I thought
we were going to jerk him off."

"Maybe later."  Marlene nodded.  "Remember, we got him all
day and most of the night, so we got plenty of time to do
whatever we want.  His mom won't be back until late and my
mom is cool with whatever we do.  And Brandon doesn't mind,
do you, babydoll?"

Before I could say anything Jennifer squealed and jumped up
and down, just like a little girl on Christmas morning.
"Oh, I hope not!  We can have so much fun!  I love playing
with little boys!  It is just the best!"

Both girls looked down at me with smiles that would have
melted my heart under any other circumstances.  At that
moment, however, I was so scared I almost peed right then
and there.

Jennifer turned her attention back to Marlene.  With a
girlish laugh she clapped her hands and rubbed them
together.  "Okay, you've convinced me.  Let's do the
masturbation thing later.  So, tell me what's going with all
this douche stuff.  How does this work on a boy?"

Marlene sighed.  "Well, first things first.  We're not
giving him a douche.  It's an enema...."

To make a long story short, for the umpteenth time in how
many days -- I really couldn't remember -- I was forced to
get my butt washed, rinsed and cleansed most thoroughly. I,
of course, spent the entire morning either on my knees or
sitting on the toilet.  I did my best not to cry...I mean,
it wasn't like it hurt or anything, and some of it kind of
felt nice.  The problem was, it sure was as humiliating as
heck!  What was it about my butt that full-grown women and
giggling girls found so fascinating?  Believe me, I wasn't
very happy about my predicament, and that's the truth!

Of course, Marlene was as meticulous as she was the night
before and she made sure to explain every step of the
process to her friend as she performed it.  It was
excruciating to have my bottom being used as a conversation
piece, but I kept my mouth shut and quietly endured all the
poking and prodding and pinching.  

"Brandon is so cooperative and he is so cute!" Marlene said
as she patted my bare butt between enemas.  "He's just like
a little doll, don't you think?"

"Absolutely!"  Jennifer nodded enthusiastically.  I felt
dizzy as she crawled around the floor in front of me,
pinched my cheeks and then gave me a light kiss on the lips.
"I wish I had a little boy like you to keep in my room, just
like a pet.  We'd have so much fun together! By the time I
got through with you, you wouldn't know which end was up!"

"That's for sure," Marlene said with a giggle.  Both girls
burst out laughing, sending shivers all over my naked body.

After the first couple of enemas using the bulb with the
gigantic nozzle -- after all my experience with Juanita and
Marlene the day before, it really wasn't so bad -- Marlene
wanted to show her friend how the large bag worked.  I about
had a heart attack as I watched the two girls fill the huge
rubber bladder with hot soapy water.  Jennifer held the bag
while my smiling babysitter greased the huge rubber nozzle.  

"You know, of course, the higher you hold the douche bag,
the greater the pressure of the water," my babysitter said
with a very clinical air.  "The lower, the easier.  The
higher, the greater.  I like higher, myself."

The dark-headed girl giggled.  "The higher it is!"

The nozzle for the bag was indeed quite a bit larger than
the others I'd experienced.  It was the thickness that
bothered me as much as the length.  It took my breath as it
entered me, spreading my sphincter wider than I'd ever been
spread before.  I felt my face turn red and my whole body
tingle as Marlene slid that huge thing deep inside my body.

"I love that little cooing noise he makes whenever I do
this," Marlene said softly.  "That's how I know he likes
this."

Jennifer was amazed and amused to discover that boys could
take something as large as that stupid rubber nozzle in
their butt.  

"That's bigger than a boy's thing!  I swear, it's just like
a grown man's dick!" she kept saying as Marlene worked it
between my buttcheeks.  "You do know that, don't you,
Brandon?  That it's about as big as your daddy's peter?  How
can your cute little butt that that big old thing in there?"

Too busy -- and ashamed! -- to answer, I just held my breath
and shrugged.  Both girls giggled at my shy and submissive
demeanor.  I still couldn't figure out what it was about my
bottom that girls found so interesting, but I wasn't about
to ask.  I just closed my eyes and bit my lip as they
touched and poked and explored to their hearts' content.

"You'd think a boy would hate this," commented Jennifer.
"But Brandon really seems to like it.  And you're right
about that little cooing sound he makes whenever you play
with his butt!  He sort of sounds like a little kitten.  I
wonder if that means he's gay?"

"That's what we're all wondering!" Marlene said with genuine
affection.  I hated it when she talked as though I wasn't in
the room.  "He's so cute, he looks like a girl with that
long hair!  And he loves running around naked and having his
butt played with!  It only makes sense if he is gay."

"And we know he doesn't like girls, too, remember?" Jennifer
giggled.  "An eleven year old queer!  How cute!  That would
explain a lot!  Do you have a boyfriend yet, queer boy?"

Marlene nodded.  "I bet he has a boyfriend and they get
naked together and they hug and kiss and jerk each other off
all the time!"

"Maybe I ought to bring my little brother over here,"
Jennifer said, her voice low and quite serious.

I tried to interrupt with "I do not!  I'm not queer!" but
nobody seemed to be listening to me.

"So, how did you end up with all the douche duty?" Jennifer
asked.

Marlene rolled her eyes.  "Jennifer!  If I told you once, I
told you a hundred times.  It's an enema, not a douche."

The dark-haired girl nodded impatiently.  "Douche, enema,
who cares!  I'm asking you how you got stuck washing pretty
boy's butt!"

Marlene giggled.  Again.  "Well, I do this at the clinic
sometimes, and I'm getting kind of good at it.  And Brandon
is so cute, I just wanted to show him how much fun he can
have with his pretty bottom."

"And his mom is letting you?" Jennifer's eyes were wide
open.

"Yep.  She does it for him anyway, so it was sort of her
idea in the first place.  That doesn't really matter.  What
does matter is that I'm giving Brandon lessons on how to
take care of his pretty little bottom."

The dark-haired girl looked at me and grinned.  "Well,
you're right about one thing.  He does have a pretty bottom.
It's just like a girl's!  Hey, did you notice his
boobies...?"

The comments about my feminine form only got worse when I
stood up to go to the bathroom.  The amount of water the
girls forced into me was so great, my belly swelled up quite
a bit.  I mean, it was swelled up a lot!

"Look, Brandon's pregnant!" Jennifer said with a delighted
laugh.  "He'd gone and let somebody stick something up
inside his bottom, and now he's carrying their baby!"

"My god, you're right!" Marlene shook her head in amazement
at how I looked.  She ran her fingers over my distended
abdomen and grinned at me.  "We're gonna have to keep our
eyes on you, young lady!  Going out and getting pregnant
like that...and at your age?!!  Shame on you!"

I felt the burning of tears in my eyes.  "But I'm not
pregnant," I tried to explain.  "I'm a boy...and boys don't
have babies."

Nobody was listening, of course.  The entire time I sat on
the toilet, all they talked about was me getting pregnant,
how cute, how funny and how amazing that would be.  I even
had to undergo two more enemas using "the big bag" just so
the girls could marvel at my bloated belly and chastise me
for letting some horny boy stick his thing up my butt.  I
denied everything, of course, but that was stupid.  You
can't win an argument like that.  At best you just ignore it
and suffer the consequences with as much dignity and grace
as you can muster.  Which I did...poorly.

At long last it was over with.  I was washed, rinsed and
drained and declared "sparkling clean, inside and out!"  I
was also drained and weak, almost as helpless as a kitten in
wake of my ordeal.  I felt so dumb as I followed my teenaged
captors back downstairs to the living room.  I watched
helplessly as the girls sat down on the sofa, leaving me to
stand in the middle of the room in my birthday suit.
Picking at the pink nail polish decorating my fingers, I
just wanted to be left alone, but it was not to be.  

"Poor baby," Jennifer said, making that "tsk, tsk," sound
with her tongue.  "He's probably so confused, he doesn't
know what to do, does he?"

"What poor baby?" Marlene retorted.  "Who's confused?  What
the heck are you talking about?"

The older girl snapped her fingers and motioned for me to
approach her.  I shuffled cautiously forward, unsure of what
would happen to me.  After having my bottom poked and rinsed
so many times, I couldn't take any chances.  Not that
resisting would do me any good, of course.

"Look at poor Brandon's little hard on," Jennifer said, her
voice lilting and songlike.  I winced as she slid her hand
under my penis and held it in her palm like she was
examining the fruit off some small tree.  "See?  It's been
like that all morning.  Sticking up and bouncing around like
a little pet of some sort.  Poking his bottom didn't help.
In fact, I think playing with his pretty butt made it worse.
Poor Brandon, I bet he's just aching to get rid of it."

Naked and helpless, I blushed like a solitary rose, waiting
to be plucked by a mischievous child.

Marlene raised both eyebrows and nodded.  "Well, we can do
something about that, of course.  Do you want to do the
honors?  You can jerk him off if you want.  His mom won't
mind.  I promise."

"No, Marlene," I said softly.  I didn't like the way this
conversation was going.  "Don't let her do...that...to
me...please..."

I bit my lip in anticipation of what was about to occur.
After getting molested by Marie and her girlfriends in Mrs.
Taylor's garden, I wasn't too keen on that happening again!
Girls were mean and I had the scratch marks to prove it!

Jennifer cast a sideways glance in my direction and grinned.
"Mmmmm...as tempting as that is...and as much as I need the
practice" -- both girls giggled at that remark for some odd
reason -- "I seem to recall that a certain little boy
doesn't like girlie girls playing with his tallywhacker.  If
I remember correctly, he thinks only boys should do that.
Maybe I ought to call my little brother over here to do it
for him.  What do you think?"

I wanted to scream "NO!!! Don't you dare do that!!!" I was
so scared.  The very idea of another boy masturbating me
was...well, unthinkable!  The very idea was almost as nasty
as letting another girl tug and pull and scratch at my poor
penis.  I was desperate to stop that from happening, but I
bit my tongue.  Judging from the grin on Jennifer's smartie-
pants face, she wanted me to get upset, to cry and resist
and put up a fuss.  Any excuse to give me another spanking.
Well, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.  I was
going to call her bluff!

"Is that what you want, pretty boy?" the tall, grinning
seventeen year old beauty asked.  "Would you like my little
brother to come over here and jerk you off?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and mumbled something like, "I
dunno."  That prompted Marlene to get in on the
conversation.

"Well, his mom did threaten to punish him if she ever caught
him jerking off again.  But she didn't say anything about
somebody else doing it for him.  Or him doing somebody else,
come to think of it.  Maybe we ought to call your little
brother.  I bet they could have a lot of fun together.  You
know where the phone is, right?"

Jennifer winked at me and rubbed her hands together with
childish enthusiasm.  "You are just going to lo-o-o-o-ove my
little brother!  He jerks off all the time...I bet he'll
jump at the chance to jerk you off.  And you can do him,
too, if you want!"

I watched in horror as the giggling girl took off for the
telephone.  I looked at Marlene, who was in turn watching me
like a hawk.

"No...no-o-o-o-o-o!" I whined.  "Don't let her do it!
Please, Marlene...I don't want some boy touching my...my
peter!"

My babysitter shrugged and laughed.  I almost panicked as
she grabbed my hands and danced a silly dance around me,
spinning me around like I was a stupid sissy ballerina or
something.

"Oh, shush!  You don't know what you want!  Just wait until
Phillip gets his hands on your little peepee!  You're going
to love it!  I just know you two will fall in love with each
other!  I just know it!"

"NO-O-O-O-O!!!!!" I cried, just like a little baby.

Marlene spun me around and around until I was dizzy and sick
and crying like crazy.  Within a few minutes Jennifer joined
in the fun, taking her turn at spinning me around and
mocking my pitiful crying spell.

"Oh, don't cry, little Brandy!  My pretty little brother
will be here any minute to make you feel oh, so much better!
He's an expert at jerking off...in just a little while
you'll be thanking me!"

"NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!!!!!!" I cried.  I was worn out, weak and
not at all in control of my life at that moment.  There was
no way I wanted to be a part of such a...a sick thing as
being jerked off by another boy!  But, like it had happened
so many times during the past few day, there wasn't a darned
thing I could do about it!

Between the two of them, the girls quickly had me crying and
laughing and nearly hysterical with fear, all at the same
time!  They did this by ganging up on me and taking turns
tickling and pinching and teasing me, pushing me back and
forth between each other like a big ol' sobbing beach ball.
First Marlene would tickle my sides and pinch me on the
nipples, then she'd spin me around, slap my bare butt and
push me over to Jennifer, who would do the same, only a
little harder.  Occasionally one of the girls would tweak
the tip of my penis or smack my poor balls or tug on the
hair on my head.  Anything to keep me off balance and
crying.  At one point Jennifer grasped me by the wrists and
raised my arms high above my head.

"Come on, Marlene, tickle him good!  The little crybaby is
just dying to laugh a little...let's help him out!"

"No-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!!!!" I squealed out in vain.  "Please...s-
s-s-stop...it  !!!!!!"

But they didn't stop it.  Those two girls tickled me and
tickled me until I was hyperventilating and coughing and
choking with unwanted laughter.  I was so out of control, I
was afraid I'd pee on Marlene's mom's floor...and we all
know what happens whenever I lose control and pee in the
wrong place!  I tried my best to get away, but my giggling
captors just held my naked body down on the floor and they
tickled me and poked me and teased me until I thought I was
going to die!

Between all the sobbing and giggling, I finally surrendered,
screaming "I give up!!!  I give up!!!" endless times until
my tormentors stopped.  By the time they were done with me,
I ended up agreeing to jerk off for my teenaged
audience...for as many times as they wanted, whenever they
wanted.  As long as the adults weren't around, of course.  

"So, you'll jerk off for us?" Marlene repeated for about the
tenth time since I gave up.  "And you won't resist?"

Ashamed and sobbing, I nodded my head.  There was nothing
else for me to do.

"I can't hear you!"

I nodded my head again.  "I'll...do it," was all I could
think of to say.

It was at that moment that the doorbell rang.

"Oh, goodie!" my babysitter exclaimed.  "Maybe that's your
little brother!"

"Please, Marlene," I whispered, my voice breathy and
desperate, "don't let him in...PLEASE!!!!"

Well, it all turned to be what I figured the first time.
After all that terror and panic, it all turned out to be a
big fat bluff.  Jennifer didn't call her little brother.
She'd ordered a pizza!  And there I was, left with egg on my
face.  So to speak.

"Pepperoni and extra cheese," Marlene announced.  "Our
favorite!"

Jennifer licked her lips.  "We'll eat in a few minutes.
First I want to see our little crybaby spank his little
peepee!"

Marlene shrugged.  "He better hurry.  After all this playing
about, I'm starving!"

And so I sat there, on the edge of Mrs. Mullins' fancy sofa,
a naked, trembling eleven year old boy, surrounded by a pair
of beautiful, snickering teenaged girls, preparing to
masturbate in front of them...and humiliate myself without a
putting up the least bit of a fight.

"Come on, slowpoke," Jennifer said, poking me in the side
with a sharp fingernail.  "Just get on with it.  Our pizza
will get cold and I don't want to miss anything!"

"Don't worry about it," replied my babysitter.  "This won't
take long.  Believe me!"

It was with a heavy heart that I took my penis in between my
palms and began rubbing it, back and forth, left and right.
An electrifying shudder swept over my young body and I had
to pause for a moment.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Marlene said quietly.  "Well,
don't stop, dummy.  We want to see the rest!"

I can't tell you how awful, how ashamed...how degraded...I
felt as I masturbated right there in front of those two
girls. Boys just didn't do that kind of thing...no normal
boys, I mean.  It was too shameful.  Before, doing in front
of Marie and her friends, I mean, it was like a simple
childlike game, or so I remembered. But now, after being
accused of being dirty and bad and nasty and queer...it...it
felt...dirty and bad and nasty and queer.  The mean-spirited
little whispers and mockery put in my ears by my observers
didn't help lift my ego one bit.

"You just love doing this, don't you, chubby boy?" Marlene
sang in one ear.  "You'd do it all the time if your mommy
would let you, wouldn't you?"

"You know," Jennifer said in a sly, evil tone of voice, "I
bet our little fat sissy boy here would like this a lot
better if another boy was doing it.  Maybe I really ought to
go get my little brother.  For real this time.  What do you
think?  Now that would be something to see, don't you
think?"

The funny thing was, as much as I knew I was supposed to
hate all this, I couldn't help smiling inside...just a
little bit.  Part of me was so ashamed to be teased and
looked at in such a horrid way...and yet another part of me
delighted in the wonderful, exciting sensations that took
over my young mind and body.  I mean, I was so confused I
knew I would regret it once I was finished.  I mean, I
actually knew I would be so ashamed and feel so guilty...but
at the moment I could not bring myself to stop...

And so I continued to rub and rub and caress and rub my pink
penis until I was frantic and spasming with pleasure.
"YAY!!!!" both girls cheered when I finally shot a stream of
white, pearly jism from my electrically charged penis.
"Ewwww!" they screamed as the sticky stuff landed on my legs
and hands and Mrs. Mullins' fine Berber carpet.

"You're going to clean that up, that's for sure!" chastised
Marlene.  I knew I would, but not right away...

Together Marlene and Jennifer made me masturbate two more
times, enough to wear my poor organ down to a trace of its
former self.  I was so sore, so worn out, I could hardly
catch my breath.  

"Oh, gosh..." was all I could say in the wake of my pre-teen
orgasm.

Frightened and exhausted, my penis retreated within my pubic
mound, leaving a modest nub and my tingling balls to view.

"Well, that was certainly fun for somebody," remarked a
blushing Jennifer.  I couldn't help but notice she was
looking at me differently for some reason.  For some reason
her breasts were heaving up and down, like she was breathing
kinda hard.  "We, um, we ought to do this more often, don't
you think?"

Marlene was grinning like a proud parent.  "Oh, definitely.
But next time I think I'd like to see a little boy-on-boy
action, don't you agree?  Promise me you'll call over your
little brother to join in the fun the next time we do this."

I looked over at Jennifer, who was studying me closely.  "I
think that can be arranged..." was all she said.

After watching me clean up my little mess -- ugh!!! --
Marlene and Jennifer decided it was time for a lunch break.
As I sucked on my bottle I thought about my babysitter and
her friend.  For nearly an hour they sipped their diet colas
and nibbled on their pizza.  Funny, how they watched me like
a couple of young mothers, commenting on how cute I looked
or how I held the bottle or even on the state of my puny
penis.  I thought about how I came to this moment in time
and wondered what my friends were doing back home.  It was
so embarrassing -- and yet oddly exciting! -- to have two
pretty girls scrutinizing everything I did, I couldn't help
but cry...well, just a little.


Chapter Twelve:  Lipstick, Barbie and...Boys?

"You know what would be fun now, don't you, Marlene?"
Jennifer said slyly, her voice just loud enough for me to
hear.

I looked over at Marlene.  She had a huge grin on her face.
"No, Jennifer, tell me...what would be fun.  I'd love to
hear it.  Brandy would, too, wouldn't you, sweetie?"

Sucking my bottle, I just shrugged and refrained from saying
a word.

The dark-haired girl rubbed her hands together.  "Let's give
little Brandon here a really girlie makeover.  You know how
much I love giving little boys makeovers.  He's perfect,
considering he's not wearing a stitch of clothes and already
looks like a girlie-girl with his little wiener gone into
hiding.  We can do his face and hair together and while I do
his nails, you can find something cute for him to wear!"

"I thought you'd never ask," Marlene said.  She looked at me
and winked.  My stomach suddenly felt really sour and upset.

Jennifer tilted her head to one side in a manner I noticed
lots of girls do.  "What?  Really?"

Marlene laughed.  "Of course, you goof.  Why on earth did
you think I invited you over?  To look at his butt?  When
Mrs. Miller talked about how pretty he looked, and when I
saw for myself just how girlie he really was -- especially
with no wiener -- the first thing I thought was 'I gotta
call Jenny!  She'll just die!'  I know your weakness for
pretty little boys.  So here's your chance to do your
thing!"

Jennifer looked at me with a dreamy look and sighed.
"Playing dress up with pretty boys really is my thing, isn't
it?"

My babysitter nodded.  She then turned to me and said,
"Jennifer just loves sweet boys like you, Brandy.  I've seen
her put makeup on boys and do their hair up so good, you'd
have sworn they were born girls!"  She suddenly turned her
attention back to her friend.  "Remember that time you made
your little brother, Phillip, cry?  That was so funny!"

The dark-haired girl nodded.  "Poor, poor little 'Phyllis.'
That little faggot!  What a crybaby!  He cries every time we
try to have a little fun together.  I guess he's allergic to
lipstick or hairspray or something.  I don't know what his
problem is."

I thought about Phillip and I tried to imagine him wearing
lipstick.  I also thought about being Jennifer's little
brother.  The very thought terrified me.  Poor Phillip!
Better yet, poor me!

"Well, we're not going to have that problem today, are we,
sweetie?"  Marlene winked at me and grinned.  "Brandy's
mommy said he had to do everything we -- well, I -- tell
him.  And that meant everything, didn't it, babydoll?"

I nodded.  What else could I do?

I remember called to take seat on the sofa so both girls
could work on me at the same time.  I hesitated at first,
afraid to make a mess on Mrs. Mullins' fine furniture, but
Marlene reminded me that I didn't have any medicine on my
bare butt.

"We'll take care of that later," she said with a giggle.

To my dismay my babysitter produced a small tray filled with
all sorts of lipsticks and makeup and hair products and
such.  

"I don't think my mom will mind us borrowing a few things,"
she said teasingly.  "We won't need much, just a little bit
of this and some of that."

"Can I start?" Jennifer asked.  She picked up a brush and a
comb and looked right at me.  "I've got a great idea..."

Well, applying a little of this and some of that immediately
turned into an epic ordeal.  Marlene sat back and watched as
her friend began first with my hair.  Jennifer combed and
brushed and teased and curled my blond locks until my very
scalp hurt.  At one point she got out a pair of scissors and
did something to the hair over my eyes.  Then she sprayed my
entire head with an entire can of hairspray, giving me a
chill all over my naked body.  After a bit more combing and
brushing, she then presented me with a plastic package of
brightly colored things that at first I didn't recognize.
It turned out to be a pack of girl's hair clips, all of
which had butterflies in their design.  I looked from the
hair clips to my babysitter and her friend.  It was a very
awkward moment.

"Go ahead, pick out a pair," Jennifer said.  "If you're
going to be laying about for the next day or so, we're going
to have to do something to keep your hair from going wild.
We thought it would be good if we put a couple of clips in
it and maybe put it up in twin ponytails.  We dug up some
butterflies to match that cute little necklace you wear all
the time.  What do you think?"  

Boy, talk about feeling like a dummy!  My hands trembled as
I looked over the packet of hair clips.  Some were pink,
some were blue or yellow and some were metallic.  I looked
down at that silly pendant that rested just below the base
of my throat and I sighed.  

My babysitter pat my bare shoulder and grinned.  "Come on,
it's not that complicated.  Just pick out the prettiest
ones, okay?  I'll help you put them in the first time or
two.  You'll be an expert in no time at all."

"Oh, yeah," giggle Jennifer.  "All the pretty boys in your
school will be just dying to look like you!"

I nodded and sighed again.  Oh, well, as long as nobody saw
me, I guessed it was all right.

"Can I see what it looks like?" I asked after the ponytails
were pulled into place and the hair clips installed.

Marlene and Jennifer shook their heads at the same time.
"No, not yet," my babysitter replied.  "You have to wait
until we're done.  It'll be more fun that way!"

Yeah, this is a whole lotta fun, I thought quietly.  For you
two!!!

Once my hair was done the girls turned their attention to my
face.  My back and my neck hurt something awful because of
the uncomfortable position I was in, but I was told to stop
complaining.  There were several false starts and countless
finished products.  I can't remember the layers of eye
shadow and mascara and rouge that were applied to my face
that day.  I was sure I'd end up looking like a clown, they
put so much stuff on me.  Putting on lipstick was just the
worst as I had to make kissy faces and let the girls try
several colors before making up their minds.

"How sweet!" Marlene exclaimed.  "You look so silly, but so
sweet!  I bet you do this all the time with your mommy,
don't you, pretty boy!"

"I do not!" I said, my voice cracking with emotion.  "Guys
don't wear lipstick!"

"They ought to!"  Jennifer was proud of her accomplishment.
"Well, you especially ought to!  Oh, Brandon, if you only
knew how pretty you are!  I just love the way you look!
Really, I'm not teasing. You know, Marlene, he does look
just like one of those little girls that competes in those
stupid pageants!  Maybe we ought to enter him in one!"

Marlene gave me a sly look.  "Maybe his mommy already has!"

"She did not!" I fussed.  "I...I did not!  You...you...you
guys are being mean to me again!"

"Don't cry, crybaby," ordered Jennifer.  "You'll mess up
your mascara and Auntie Marlene and Auntie Jennifer won't
like that.  We might have to spank your bare bottom and
start your make up all over again."

"I don't want another spanking," I sniffed.

"Then stop being such a crybaby!  Now, lay down on the floor
and give me your feet."  I watched in horror as she held up
a bottle of red nail polish.  "I want to put some different
color on your fingernails and toenails."

Marlene nodded enthusiastically.  "And while you're doing
that, I'll go look for something cute for our little sissy
boy to wear!"

"And then we can have some more fun!" Jennifer exclaimed.

I just did as I was told.  Laying flat on my back, I
remember looking up as my captor worked studiously on each
toe.  The wet nail polish was cold on my toes.  How could I
let something like this happen to me, I wondered over and
over again.  Stupid toenails!  Stupid red nail polish!!!

A while later I was taken to the hall mirror where I was
presented with my reflection.  Boy, did I feel like a
complete fool!  Sporting a set of newly cut blond bangs, my
hair looked very girlish.  Heck, I looked girlish, what am I
saying?  The way my bangs brushed against my eyes, and the
way my eyes looked with all that eye shadow and
mascara...Jennifer was right, I did look like I belonged
some sort of "little miss" beauty pageant!  

"See?" nudged Jennifer.  "You don't even look like yourself,
do you?"

I couldn't help nodding.  She was right.  I didn't look like
me at all!

In addition to taking a pair of scissors to form my bangs,
my young beautician had parted my hair in the middle and
secured a very childish ponytail on either side of my head
with a small cluster of bright gold butterflies not unlike
the one I wore around my neck.  All I needed was some
lipstick and a dress and I'd look just like one of Marie's
prissy girlfriends.  Oh, that's right...I was wearing
lipstick already, wasn't I?

Holy crap!!!  How does this stuff keep happening to me???

After a few minutes I was told to turn around and pose
quietly for an inspection.  I hated being scrutinized by
those stupid, mean girls, but I didn't have much choice.  In
my mind I looked like something between a circus clown and a
stupid girl.  I could only imagine what they thought of me.

"Oh, Marlene, isn't he just perfect!  I just love lipstick
and nail polish on a boy!  What a pretty looking little girl
we have here."  Jennifer grinned at me.  I noticed that she
couldn't take her eyes off me, no matter what I did.  That
made me even more uncomfortable.  "Such a sweet little
thing!  What did you get him to wear?  Something equally
sweet, I hope!"

My babysitter grinned.  "I have just the thing!" she said
with a mischievous grin. The look on her face made me feel
ill.  She was obviously holding something behind her back
and wanted me to want to see it. Instead, I closed my eyes
as she held the unknown object up and waved it in my face
like a flag of victory.

"Look what I found!  It's perfect for our little babydoll
here.  What do you guys think?  Open your eyes, Brandon.  I
want your opinion, too, pretty boy!"

I felt a familiar sensation of fear sweep through my body as
I looked at what Marlene was holding.  I had this sudden
urge to pee, I was so frightened.  It was a small, pale
yellow nightgown, about as ornate as a birthday cake and as
thin and light as a spider's web.  It had all sorts of
little ribbons and bows in the front and it literally
dripped with lace along the collar and hem.  Just trying to
imagine myself wearing it caused my face to burn bright red.
Staying naked would be better than wearing
that...that...thing!  I could not believe this was happening
to me!

"It's perfect!" Jennifer exclaimed gleefully.  "What do you
think, Bran-DEE?"

"I, uh..." I squirmed in my birthday suit and wished I was a
million miles away.  "I...do I have to...really wear that?"

Marlene laughed.  "Your mother put me in charge, little
mister, remember?  So, yes, you have to do whatever I tell
you!  Unless you want me to paddle your little bottom!"

I thought about that for a moment.  "I guess it's okay," I
said reluctantly.

Both girls cheered like they were watching a basketball
game.  

"He's going to look so cute in this," Marlene said
excitedly.  "I used to wear it when I was about his age and
I looked adorable in it!  My mom never throws anything out,
you know."

Jennifer clapped her hands.  "Oh, my gosh!  It is so
adorable!  He'll look just like a fairy princess in that
thing!  Good going!"

My babysitter licked her lips.  "Here, let's try it on,
little fairy princess-boy."

The gown was everything Marlene promised...and everything I
feared.  It was so light, so silky to the touch, its very
touch was like a shock of static electricity.  My legs went
weak and I felt kind of dizzy. Dropping to a kneeling
position, I held my breath as I adjusted it around my body
and pulled the front together.  At Marlene's suggestion I
tied the little ribbons in the front.  I was somewhat
comforted to see that the frilly garment at least covered my
butt and my privates.  The material was a little thin,
perhaps, but at least it looked like I wasn't naked.  Maybe
this wouldn't be so bad after all!

"So-o-o-o-o, what do you think?" my babysitter asked.

I nodded.  "It's...kinda pretty...I guess."  I didn't want
to say too much for fear of it coming back to haunt me.

Marlene looked at Jennifer and winked.  "I knew he'd like
it.  He's been hiding his true feelings about all this from
us.  We need to fix that!"

Jennifer nodded.  She then reached down and took me by the
hand.  "Stand up, pretty boy.  Come on, let's see what it
looks like on you."

I almost died when I stood up and realized what the girls
had done to me.  The room filled with laughter as I tried to
get my bearings.  Holy crap!!!  After a moment of false
confidence, it turned out that the darned gown was too
small!  Way too small!!!  I mean, come on, that stupid gown
was so short, it barely reached my hips, leaving my bare
butt and my stupid penis exposed to whoever saw me.  In this
case, of course, the two giggling high school girls.  I
wanted to lay down and die, I was so embarrassed!  

"It's too short!" I complained.  I tugged at the material
and tried to force it down far enough to cover my privates,
but my efforts were useless.  It was just too darned short!
"I can't wear this!  Don't you have something else?
Please???"

My babysitter smacked my hands away and fluffed out the hem
of my gown so it stood out like a ballerina's tutu.  That,
of course, left me naked from the belly button down.  "Stop
that!  You'll ruin the material.  And stop fussing, or I'll
make you go outside in your birthday suit!"

Marlene then turned to her friend.  "Well, what do you
think?  Isn't that the funniest thing you've ever seen?"

Jennifer grinned.  "That gown makes him look...like such a
little sissy fairy.  I especially like how it leaves his fat
little butt bare and his teeny-weeny wiener showing.  I
mean, I really like that a lot!"

"Well, I don't," I said, my voice so soft I don't think
anybody heard me.

Jennifer fluttered her eyelashes at me.  "We don't care what
you think, fairy boy!  So unless you have something nice to
say, don't say anything at all, okay?"

"You're mean!" I muttered to myself.

"We're not done, yet, pretty boy," Marlene said.  "So stop
pouting.  Here, try these on."

I was hoping for a pair of pants, or even a pair of panties.
Instead, I was handed a pair of tiny white socks and a pair
of white shoes.  The little socks were barely ankle high and
had so much lace dripping from them, it was ridiculous.  The
shoes were shiny white patent leather with hard soles and a
difficult buckle that held a wide strap across the top.  I
had the hardest time getting them on, but once they were
fitted, they weren't coming off.

The two girls giggled like chirping birds as I stood shyly
before them.  I could only imagine how stupid I looked.  

"What a-...about...my bottom  ?" I stammered.  "I...you
can...still see my bare butt and my...my wiener."

Marlene seemed delighted to give me the answer.  "Because,
stupid boy, we have to put that nasty medicine on your butt,
remember?  I'm not letting you ruin any of my pretty
panties!  Now, if we had a diaper, I guess that might
work..."

Jennifer had to put in her opinion, of course.  "It doesn't
matter.  Let's leave him without pants or panties.  Like I
said, I rather like looking at him with no pants on.  With
his wiener hiding from us, he looks so cute and helpless.
Don't you wish all boys were as sweet this?"

Oh, how I wanted to turn and run for the door and put as
much distance between me and those two cruel girls!  I
didn't, of course.  There was no place for me to go.  The
best hope I had was to go along with their little game and
hope it would end soon.

"Walk about for a minute," Jennifer said.  "We want to see
how pretty you look."

Fighting the urge to tell her to go to hell, I did as I was
told.  It felt so...so weird walking around in a pair of
clunky girl's shoes, a girl's top, and nothing to cover my
privates or my bare bottom.  The only thing touching me from
the waist down was the occasional tickle of lace against my
hips and buttocks whenever I turned from side to side.
Needless to say, I tried not to do that.  I was overwhelmed
by the airy, high-voltage sensation, so much that I found
myself trembling.  The girls were tickled with my silly,
sissy appearance and they took turns primping and adjusting
my accoutrements.  At long last I was led before the mirror
again and shown just how foolish I looked.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jennifer announced to our imaginary
audience, "Presenting Brandon Miller, the world's cutest,
sweetest little sissy boy!"

"TA-DA-A-A-A-A-A!!!!" both girls sang out in harmony.

It was worse than I imagined.  I mean, I looked just exactly
like I feared, a stupid, prissy sissy, nothing more, nothing
less.  As I stood in front of the hall dressing mirror, I
tried to remember what I used to look like.  It was
difficult, to be serious about it.  I was -- and I'm not
just saying this -- stunning!  With my blond locks being
curled and teased and decorated with sparkling butterflies,
my pouty face painted with enough makeup and lipstick to
service a regiment of beauty queens and that fairy tale
nightie that adorned my chubby body, I was the epitome of
every girl's fantasy about what a fairy princess should look
like.  The only problem was that I was a boy!  And a very
unhappy boy at that!

Elated with my appearance, Marlene and Jennifer insisted
that I remain standing so they could look at me and make fun
of me from head to toe.  To keep my hands busy they grabbed
my wrists and made me dance with them.  I felt so stupid, I
couldn't help crying.  They kept me dancing around and
around in a stupid circle, making me wiggle my bottom and
shake my hips.  I felt so awful, so mortified, I wished I
could die.

"That's cute, but not cute enough," lamented Jennifer.  She
plopped down on the sofa and sighed.  "Don't you have
something really sissy he can do?  Something that he'll just
hate?"

Marlene nodded her head enthusiastically.  "Well, of course!
Check out these!  I got a lot more upstairs, but I figured
two was enough to keep him busy."

I about died when I saw my babysitter holding a pair of
Barbie dolls.  And not only that, but she had a pink plastic
suitcase in her hand.  The suitcase had a huge "Barbie"
insignia on the side.

"O-o-o-o-oh, that's just perfect!" gushed Jennifer.  "This
is better than I expected!"

It turned out that the suitcase was filled with all sorts of
stupid clothes for those stupid old Barbie dolls.  Needless
to say, the girls wanted to see me play with my new toys and
they didn't care one bit that I was humiliated beyond
belief.  I tried telling them I didn't know how to play
dolls, but they didn't buy it.  

"I...I can't do that!" I said in my toughest eleven year old
boy voice.  "Boys don't play with dolls!  It just doesn't
work that way!"

Marlene laughed.  "Oh, don't be stupid!  Anybody who looks
as much like a prissy little girl as you do, you can figure
it out!  And believe me, you are prissy looking!"

"But, I'm a guy," I pleaded uselessly.  "I'm supposed to go
to car races and play baseball...not play with dolls..."

I fussed and I cried and I argued to the best of my
abilities.  Believe me, if you ever want to really punish a
boy, just make him play with Barbies.  That will do it every
time.  Trust me on this!  That bad thing was, well, the more
I protested, the more fun the girls seemed to be having at
my expense.

"Come here, sissy boy," Marlene ordered after getting tired
of arguing with me.  I winced as she grabbed my wrist and
pulled me over her lap.  "I warned you to do as I said and
so it's your fault you're getting a whipping!"

Jennifer didn't help matters by prodding her along.  "Spank
him good, Marlene!  I want to see his fat little bottom turn
red!"

"Please, Marlene," I fussed.  "I...I'm sorry!  I'll do as
you say!  Please, just don't hit me!  Please!!!"

My babysitter pursed her lips and shook her head.  "It's too
late now!  If there's anything you're going to learn to do
when you're with me, it's to do as I say, period!  And I
mean, period!"

It wasn't the spanking that hurt as much as the fact that I
got it from a sixteen year old girl.  Oh, believe me,
Marlene was perfectly capable of inflicting pain -- some of
her hits caused me to holler something awful! -- but it was
more her attitude that made me cry.  Both she and Jennifer
both really enjoyed seeing me miserable and just knowing
that wore me down and left me totally compliant and at their
mercy.  

"Well, I hope you're happy," my babysitter said.  She was
huffing and puffing as though she'd just run a mile.  "You
made me mad and it's all your fault, faggot boy!"

"I...I'm sorry," I sobbed.  "I'll do what you say.  Just
don't hit me again, okay?"

"We'll see about that, stupid boy," Marlene said.  She shook
her finger in my face so close I thought she was going to
poke me in the eye.  "If I have to do that again you're
really going to be sorry!  Now get down there and play with
those dolls!"

"Wait," interrupted Jennifer.  "I got to fix his make up.
Stupid boy...you had to make Marlene mad and now your tears
have ruined your eye make up..."

And so there I was, kneeling on my blanket in my girlish
guise playing with Marlene's old Barbie collection.  Dolls
and clothes were everywhere and after a couple of hours I
actually kind of enjoyed myself.  Well, kind of.  I mean,
there wasn't much else for me to do, so I just kind of
figured it was all right to play with the pretty dolls, if
you know what I mean.  I mean, compared with everything else
that had happened to me that day, how bad was playing with
dolls, really?

"Why don't you make Barbie and Ken kiss?" Jennifer suggested
at one point.  "I'd like to see what you do in a situation
like that.  Go ahead, put her in that pretty pink gown
first, then make them go on a date..."

Late that afternoon -- as a matter of fact, it was getting
close to suppertime -- we had another visitor.  I was laying
on my blanket in the middle of the living room, fiddling
around with my borrowed Barbies, when the doorbell rang.
Marlene and Jennifer were both somewhere else in the house,
in the kitchen perhaps, and couldn't answer it right away.
The ringing went on and on forever and was soon joined by an
incessant pounding.  I thought I heard a boy's voice, but in
my current condition I sure wasn't about to go see who it
was!  At long last the two girls appeared, pausing just long
enough for Marlene to give me a dirty look as she headed for
the door.  

"What's the matter, sissy boy?  Too good to answer the
door?"

I felt my eyes burning again.  "I'm not allowed," I said
softly.  "Remember?"

The frowning sixteen year old looked at me and shook her
heard.  "You are such a baby," she said sadly.

Jennifer giggled as she took a seat on the couch.

I listened carefully as my babysitter disappeared around the
corner and answered the door.  "Well, hello there!  It's
been a long time since I've seen you around here.  Where in
the world have you been?"

I heard a young voice mumble something, followed by my
babysitter saying, "Why, yes, she is.  Wait right here and
I'll see if I can find her!  Oh, Jennifer!  Your little
brother is here!"  

My stomach dropped at hearing those words.  Jennifer's
little...little brother...was here???  No way!  They
promised!  I...they...I thought....

I could hear Jennifer giggling like a fool.  I felt like an
even bigger fool as she gave me a wink and headed for the
front door.

"Gee, I wonder what he might want," she said as she stepped
around the corner.

There was some more chit-chat, most of it too low for me to
hear.  Then I heard my name mentioned.  More than once, by
Marlene, in fact.

"Oh, yes, I'm babysitting him today.  Yep, all day today.
Well, of course I'm sure he'd love to see it.  Let's see if
he's around."

There was a momentary pause, and then both girls yelled out:
"Brandon!  You got company!  Come see who's come to
visit!!!"

I knew what was going to happen.  I just knew it, but there
wasn't a darned thing I could do about it.  I was shaking
like a scared kitten when Marlene and Jennifer called out my
name again.  I was afraid to answer, though I knew good and
well I'd get in trouble if I didn't.  It was right after the
third "Brandon!  Answer me right now!" that I did as
expected.

"Yes, ma'am?" I replied, my voice barely loud enough to be
heard in the living room, much less around the corner and
down the hall.

"You've got company!  Phillip came by to get Jennifer and
take her home for supper.  How about coming to the door and
saying hello?"

I sat curled up in a ball, anxious and terrified!  What was
I to do? Phillip was Jennifer's little brother, the one we'd
been talking about earlier that very morning.  I'd made
friends with him earlier in the summer, back before all this
other crazy stuff started happening to me.  I thought about
all the ugly things the girls had threatened to make him do
to me.  I looked down at the girlish top I wore and the
polish on my nails.  Then I remembered my hair and makeup!
I couldn't let him see me like this!  And there was all that
talk about us jerking each other off!  What was I supposed
to do?

Marlene appeared at the entrance to the living room, one
eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face.  I felt a shiver
race down my back.  The smile on her lips was quite evil.  

"I know you're grounded, but you can at least say something
to Jennifer's little brother.  Are you going to be polite,
or do we have to bring him in here?"

"Do...do I have to ?"

My babysitter put her hands on her hips and nodded her head,
just like she was my mother or something.

"If you don't, I'll bring him in here.  Maybe he'll want to
play dolls with you or something."

I bit my lip and thought.  "I'll...I'll say something to
him," I said quietly.

With weak knees and butterflies in my belly, I tiptoed over
to entrance to the hallway and took a deep breath.  Marlene
was watching me like a cat watching a trapped mouse.  I'm
sure I made a pretty sight with my bare bottom hanging out.

Thinking "Oh, well," I peered around the corner and saw the
young boy standing at the front door.  He was only about
twenty feet away.  I reached up and covered my twin
ponytails with my hands and took a deep breath.  Suddenly, I
felt a panic attack coming on.  I sure hoped this would be
short and sweet.

"Um, hey, Phillip," I said softly.  "What's, um...what's
up?"

Dressed in worn jeans and a "Batman" t-shirt, Phillip
Prewitt wiped his runny nose on his arm and held up a
brightly painted car about the size of a shoe box.

"Brandon, look!  My dad got me that Ford GT-40!  You were
right, it is the best!"

I looked at the red plastic car and felt a pang of jealousy
mix in with all the other emotions I was enduring.  I loved
race cars and the GT-40 was my favorite.  I always wanted
one for my own, and here I was, trapped in the most
humiliating circumstances imaginable, and some kid was
dangling it right in front of me.

"Yeah, it looks nice.  Well, um, I gotta go."

Phillip made a face, looked at his sister, and then back at
me.  "Aw, come on, man!  I just finished building it!  Let's
go race it on the street!"

"I can't...I'm, um, grounded."

"Aw, Marlene...Jenny, can't he come outside for just a few
minutes?  I wanna show him how fast it goes!"

My pretty babysitter put her hand to her chin and said,
"Well, I don't know...Brandon's been grounded, you know.
I'll have to think about it..."  On any other day I would
have loved to see her do that.  On any other day but today,
of course!

Phillip pleaded on my behalf.  I wished he'd just shut up
and go away, but you had to admire his loyalty.  

"Aw, come on, Marlene, you don't have to tell his mom,"
Phillip popped a huge bubble gum bubble and begged.  "It'll
just be for a few minutes!  Please!!!???"

Marlene shot me a wicked grin.  "Well, perhaps for a few
minutes.  But then he has to come right back inside.  You
understand, don't you?"

Phillip shrugged his shoulders.  "Sure. I guess so."

My babysitter gave me a little push.  "Go ahead, pretty boy.
Go play with your little boyfriend."

"I...I can't," I said, my nose tingling with that tingle
that always came just before I started crying.  I then
glanced up at a grinning Jennifer.  "Um, I have to stay
inside."

Phillip looked at me like I was insane.  "But, your
babysitter said you could come out for a few minutes.  It
won't take long.  You just gotta see this!"

Clinging to the corner wall, I prayed that something --
anything! -- would keep Phillip from seeing me the way I was
dressed.  "I can't.  I'm sorry, but I just can't."

"Marlene?  Can't you make him?"

My babysitter nodded toward the unsuspecting Phillip.  "Go
ahead, darling.  I won't mind.  In fact, if you do go, you
can stay outside all afternoon if you like.  Just don't
leave the front yard.  We won't tell your mother."

I looked down at my naked belly and legs and started crying
again.  I felt the tears burning my eyes.  "I...I can't do
it.  I'm sorry."

"Geez, what's your problem?"  Phillip made a face and
shrugged his shoulders.  "Well, okay...I guess.  I know!
How about just seeing from there."

Jennifer's little brother then set the car down on the
hardwood floor, flicked on a switch and powered up the
remote control.  I watched through salty tears as the red
and white racer zipped first around in a circle, and then
headed right for me.  He was right.  It was fast and it
looked fantastic.  That only made me feel worse.

"Wow, look at the pretty car go," Marlene said, her voice
mocking me in my predicament.

The red and white racer spun around several more times, then
zipped under the hall table where it became wedged between
furniture and floor.  Phillip fiddled with the controls and
then made an ugly face.

"Hey, it's stuck.  How about picking it up and turning it
around for me?"

"I...I can't.  Please, Marlene, can you do it?"

My babysitter made a pouty face and shook her head.  "Oh,
don't be a silly sissy, Brandon.  Just pick up the pretty
car and turn it around.  I swear, sometimes you can be such
a baby!"

I remember feeling her give me a push from behind.  I looked
up to see my babysitter smiling at me.  "Don't look at me.
I'm not the one who got himself in this mess."

I don't know what I was thinking.  Maybe, I guess, I thought
I'd be protected by some invisible force field or something,
I don't know.  My eleven year old mind had been through so
much the past few days, I don't know what I was thinking
when I stepped out from behind the corner and into the
hallway where I picked up Phillip's little red race car.

"Holy cow!  Brandon, what in the world are you wearing?"

I'm sure I made a fascinating sight, standing in front of my
friend wearing little more than a frilly top, socks and a
pair of girls' shoes.  Oh, and my stupid bare butt, of
course!

I couldn't help looking toward my friend.  I don't know what
I was expecting, but I guess I just wanted to see his
reaction to my girly-fied appearance.

Needless to say, Phillip was staring at me like I was from
Mars or something.  "Holy...it looks like a dress to me.
Wow!  And he ain't got no pants on, either!  You can see his
wiener!  Holy crap!"

I tried to cover myself with the race car and nearly
scratched my penis on the edge of the front air dam.  Boy,
did that ever hurt!

"It's not a dress," I whispered lamely.  "It's...just
something I have to wear."

Marlene stepped in behind me and gave me a hard PINCH!!! on
my bare bottom.  "Now, Brandy, darling, don't fib.  You
didn't HAVE to wear it.  If I remember correctly, you asked
to wear it.  Am I right?"

Phillip blinked and shook his head.  "You...asked to wear
that?  What about your pants?  Are you...is that all you're
wearing?"  He looked from me to his sister...I swear, his
expression went white with fright once he realized what was
going on.

Jennifer slid her arms around the waist of the young boy and
pulled him toward where Marlene and I were standing.  "Come
on in and join the party, 'Phyllis.'  Perhaps you would like
to join our little fairy princess in a game of 'dress up'?"

"No way!" Phillip exclaimed.  "Um, I, um...I really gotta
go!"

"Oh, no you don't.  You're not going anywhere just yet!"
Jennifer pushed her brother along until we were within arms
reach of each other.  "I want you to see what's going to
happen to you the first chance I get!"

I never felt so ashamed as I stood there and let myself be
looked at by my friend.  I can't remember which bothered me
most, looking like a sissy with all that makeup and girlie
stuff I was wearing, or being naked from the waist down.
Poor Phillip, he stared at me as though I was some sort of
scary creature from a horror movie.  The expression of fear
and disgust he had reminded me of how I felt when I saw
myself the first time in the mirror.  To see it on his
face...well, I just wanted to lay down and die!

"Let me go!  I'm...I really gotta go home!  Mom's expecting
us for dinner!  Let me go!" he shouted desperately.  With
his sister blocking the door and Marlene and me in front of
him, he acted just like a mouse trapped by a pair of cats.  

"Only on one condition, little 'sister'," offered seventeen
year old Jennifer.  "How about giving our little fairy
princess here a little kiss?  Then maybe I'll let you go
home to mommy!"

My mouth went dry as I realized what the sneering girl just
said.  I watched in horror as she pushed Phillip toward me
and I braced myself for something horrible to happen.  

"No way!  I'm outta here!" the tearful boy cried.  He
suddenly broke free and was out the door like a flash.  "You
better get home, Jennifer!  Mom's got supper ready!" he
called back in a hateful, fearful voice.

Both girls giggled like crazy as Phillip disappeared from
sight.  I felt like an idiot, standing there still trapped
in my prissy costume.  I felt even more stupid as I realized
I still had my friend's model car.

"Well, that's enough fun for me," Jennifer said with a long,
regretful sigh.  "My little brat brother is probably telling
some lie about me as we speak.  I better go smooth things
out."

I tried to swallow, but my throat was so tight I couldn't do
it.  "Do you think  ," I whispered, "he'll tell his mom
about me?"

The dark haired girl laughed.  "Tell my mom about you...and
your little girlie-girl makeover?  Oh, I hope so!  If he
does, I'll just tell her that's what he's been doing in her
stuff.  I'm always teasing him about that kind of thing
anyway, it'll just make my side of the story more
convincing."

I made a face, the kind when you don't know what the heck
somebody's talking about.  "What do you mean?"

Jennifer's face beamed with pride.  "I mean, my mom thinks
Phillip is a little fag.  It's all part of my master plan,"
the seventeen year old girl said with a giggle.  

I licked my lips.  "M-m-master...p-p-plan???"

Jennifer giggled again and nodded.  "That's what I said.
I've been planting her lipstick and makeup and stuff in his
room for the past year.  Sometimes I hide my panties and
things in his drawers and under his bed.  Then later, when
she cleans his room or does laundry, there's lingerie
everywhere?  We talked about it last night and I'm proud to
say that she thinks he's been stealing my things and playing
around in them in secret.  You ought to hear some of the
arguments they have!  It is absolutely hilarious!"

"Hilarious?" echoed Marlene.  "That's brilliant!"

"That's awful!" I whined.  "You're mean."

The tall seventeen year old nodded.  "Probably so.  Still,
it's fun and he deserved it, stupid fairy boy.  I'm just
helping him have a little fun, too.  Just the other day I
talked him into an outfit quite similar to the one you're
wearing."  Jennifer nodded at me and rolled her eyes.  "He
was so silly looking!  You should have seen his face when
our mom came home and saw him.  He was so embarrassed...and
I loved every second of it!"

"I'll bet," Marlene said, her voice rough with emotion.

Jennifer nodded.  "Well, he'll be home about now, telling
some lie about me.  I better go and tell my side of the
story."  The smiling girl waved.  "See you later, pretty
boy.  It's been fun.  We'll do this again soon, right?"

My babysitter laughed.  "Oh, most definitely!"

"Maybe by then I'll get my little brother in on the act!
Toodles!"

And with that Jennifer Prewitt was out of my life.  Well,
for the moment, anyway.

I wiped my eyes on my arm and sniffed my snotty nose.
"Can...can I go lay down now?"

Marlene shook her head.  "Um, I don't think so.  Your folks
should be home soon.  And since you're up, let's go upstairs
to the bathroom.  It's time for your evening enema..."

I heard what she said and...well, I didn't even pretend to
resist.  

(to be continued ...)