Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting

Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting 4

By David

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter Four – Caught with His Pants Down

“Sooooo ... how was your day today?”

Thirteen year old Jeffrey Walton looked up from his dinner. His mother sat across from him, a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her face. She cocked her head to one side and slowly raised an eyebrow.

“Hello? Earth to Jeffrey? Are you there, Jeffrey? Come in, please.”

The sullen youth shook his head and picked at his salad. He was in no mood to talk, but he knew from experience that would not prevent his mother from having a conversation. She was always wanting to talk, yak yak yak, yammering on about the dumbest things. It had been like this ever since his father ran off with That Woman; his mom was always sticking her nose in his business and interrogating him and offering him advice. Even worse, she expected him to participate, answer questions and take an active part in their little “chats.” It wasn’t like she was being mean or anything, though sometimes he wondered if she enjoyed irritating the crap out of him. Tonight was no exception.

“I said, how was your day today,” Marie Walton repeated. Her voice was more playful than usual. “That’s where you come in. You’re supposed to say, ‘Oh, it was great, Mom! I had a great day!’ If it was great, I mean. You could just as well say, ‘Oh, it sucked, Mom,’ if that was the case. Though I wouldn’t encourage you to use the word ‘suck’ in front of your mother. But I’ll take what I can get.”

Jeffrey sighed as his mother chuckled at her little joke. Yep, it was gonna be one of those evenings. He wondered how she would react if he told her how he really felt.

“It was o- ... okay, I g-guess.” He pushed his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. “We ... we’re having a his- ... history t-t-test tomorrow, so I need to go, um ... upstairs and do s-s-some reading.’

“You didn’t study at Mrs. Martin’s? You were there for more than two, almost three hours. I thought you guys were supposed to use that time for homework.”

The flustered boy shrugged. “I didn’t get, um ... much ... studying d-d-done t-today. Those girls” – he squirmed in his seat and sighed – “Mom, those girls are crazy!”

The pretty woman took a sip of wine and smiled. “They’re crazy, hmmm? How do you mean? What do they do that’s so crazy?”

Jeffrey pursed his lips. He could feel his face turn red hot and his entire body started to itch. He really didn’t want to talk about any of this right now.

“I dunno, just that th-they’re crazy, that’s all. All th-three of them. Th-they fight and they yell and stuff. Sometimes ... sometimes th-they scream so loud, it hurts my ears. They’re worse than a bunch of wild animals.”

Mrs. Walton took another sip. “But you can handle them, right? They’re not too much for you, are they?”

“Um ... well ....”

“Oh, come on, Jeffrey!” His mother let out a womanly laugh and rolled her eyes. “You can’t tell me that you’re intimidated by three little girls? I mean, they’re still in grade school and you’re almost in high school. Are you telling me they got the better of you? You’re a bigger boy than that, aren’t you?”

Jeffrey frowned. He hated when his mother teased him so. She’d been acting funny lately – ever since his father left – more like a mean-spirited older sister than a mom. Maybe if she knew what happened to him at Mrs. Martin’s house, well, maybe then she’d be a little more understanding. Then again, it might be better that she didn’t know the truth; the way she’d been acting lately, she just might think it was funny.

“You don’t know what they’re like, Mom. They ... they’re really mean ... they scream and fuss and fight ... and ... and ....”

“Silly boy,” Mrs. Walton cooed. She reached over and brushed her son’s dark blond locks back over his ear and laughed. “You silly, silly boy. I can’t believe you’re raising such a fuss over this. They’re three little cute girls, that’s all they are. The way you’re acting, why, if I didn’t know any better I’d think they’ve been bullying you. And that’s surely not the case, is it? Hmm? Are the pretty little girls bullying my precious little boy? Hmm? Hmmm?”

The blushing boy wriggled about in his seat. This conversation was not at all helpful. Just the opposite, in fact. The more his mother talked, the worse he felt. He just wished she’d shut up and go find someone else to bother.

“I swear, a boy like you, letting three sweet little girls intimidate you. What would your father think?”

Jeffrey froze. Anytime his mother mentioned his father, that meant he was about to lose the argument, no matter how right he was. His mother held his father in the lowest regard, and with good reason; it was because of his dad that they didn’t have much money and his mom was so bitter. Jeffrey didn’t know much about such things, but he was smart enough to know that his mother was hurt, and taking sides with his father was not the smart thing to do.

“Who cares what he thinks,” the anxious teen said with practiced caution. “He can go to hell.”

“Good answer,” Marie Walton said, taking a sip from her glass. She watched her son carefully, as if she was entertaining a notion. “That’s my boy, mama’s smart, sweet little boy.”

Sighing deeply, Jeffrey let his mind wander, thinking back to where he was just a couple of hours ago, running stark naked through the Martin house with three hyperactive and energetic little demon-brats laughing maniacally and chasing him down like a pack of feral kittens pursuing a helpless mouse.

I can’t believe that really happened to me, he thought ruefully. It ... it’s like some weird dream ... or a memory ... of something that just couldn’t be true ....

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“You better run, Jeffrey-Poo!” cried a girlish voice. “If we catch you again you’ll be soooorrrr-reeee!”

“Yeah, we’re gonna get you, Jeffrey-Poo!” more voices yelled in chorus. “And when we do you’re gonna be so sorry you won’t be able to stand it!”

Jeffrey Walton paused for a moment, doing his best to catch his breath and think. He was standing in the foyer of the Martin house, nude as the day he was born. Barefoot and bare-bottomed, he felt foolish and frightened. It had been more than an hour since he’d been stripped naked, the unwitting victim of a gang of cunning red-headed, freckle-faced schoolgirls. And it had been almost as long since they’d knocked him on his face and had some illicit fun groping and poking at his most vulnerable body parts.

“Who knew these little brats could be so mean,” he whispered out loud. “Why in the world did my mom think I could be their babysitter? I don’t think an animal trainer could keep them under control.”

Jeffrey reached to push his eyeglasses up his nose – a nervous gesture if there ever was one – but they weren’t there; he sighed with frustration as he ruefully remembered he’d lost his glasses more than an hour ago, just as he was in the process of losing his clothes.

What a dumbass I am, he mused ruefully. I’m so stupid, I couldn’t stop those idiot girls from taking my stupid glasses, much less my pants. How could I let them do that to me?

The flustered teenager glanced down at himself. His unclothed body looked so vulnerable, so ridiculous, in the light of this strange house; his belly was fat and his plump, cherry red nipples stuck outward and his stupid penis was shrunk down so small all he could see was the pink, shiny mushroom-shaped tip. He noted with more than a little shame how childlike his body looked, being devoid of any hair between his legs or anywhere else.

Well, the girls are right, he thought with more than a little embarrassment. I do look like a big fat baby without any clothes on! Geez, I hate how I look ....

Jeffrey also noticed that his chest was rising and falling as he huffed and puffed and tried to catch his breath; likewise, his heart raced and his exposed skin tingled as if he’d been hit by an electric shock.

I gotta calm down! I’m so scared, it doesn’t make any sense. These stupid girls are gonna give me a heart attack if I don’t!

“Oh Jeffrey-Poooooo, we’re coming to get youuuuuuu! And when we do you’re gonna be so sorreeeeeeee!”

It had been like this ever since getting his butt washed. He’d been pursued over and over again through his employer’s huge, two-story home by a trio of overeager, rambunctious brats; and, time and again, he’d gotten caught by his impish tormentors and found himself subject to the most preposterous, nonsensical tortures imaginable.

“Run Jeffrey run, fast as you can,” Anita sang from somewhere in the house. “If we catch you we’re gonna tickle and spank you again!”

Jeffrey sighed. He couldn’t believe he was in this situation. How could he have let things get to this point of absurdity?

“Run Jeffrey run, fast as you can!” the eleven year old demon repeated. This time her voice sounded closer, too close for comfort. “If we catch you we’re gonna tickle and spank you again!”

The littler girls were more creative in their threats, though with a little less rhyming. “Run Jeffrey run! We’re gonna get you and tickle you and spank your bare bottom and pinch your weenie and make you cry. You better run and hide or you’re really gonna get it!”

Jeffrey wiped his eyes, doing his best to not break out in tears. This wasn’t right. He was thirteen years old, in junior high school ... and here he was, scared to death of these stupid grade school girls. He should have been home, working on his model airplanes or reading one of his adventure stories. He should not be running for his life in naught but his birthday suit!

“If anybody finds out about this, I’m dead meat,” he whispered to himself. “These stupid girls ... I am in so much trouble because of them. I gotta figure out something ... to get my clothes back and get out of this crazy house.”

The problem was, the weary boy had no idea how to get out of his predicament. The girls had hidden his things and threatened to call their mother. He thought about calling his own mother, but what was he going to tell her? There was no way he was going to explain his way out of this.

“I am so fucked,” he said weakly. He never used the “f-word” – well, not too often, anyway. But this time it was warranted.

“Oh Jeffreeeeeyyyyy? Where are you, you big baby? We’re gonna find you and spank that big fat butt of yours ... just you wait and seeeeeeeeee!!!!”

The frustrated lad crossed his arms over his exposed nipples and shivered. He was tired of running and he was tired of getting tickled and pinched and spanked. He just wanted to go home. It was bad enough that the Martin brats stole his clothes and saw him naked, but to put their rude little hands on him, to paw and maul and poke at him in the most private of places, that was the worst thing ever! The only way to avoid being tortured was to keep them entertained by playing this weird combination game of “Hide and Seek” and “It.”

“I see him! Come quick! He’s downstairs near the front door! Don’t let him get away! Hurry up ... let’s get him!”

Jeffrey gritted his teeth. Here they came, that band of miniature freckle-faced devils, bare feet stomping down the staircase, sounding like a herd of buffalo. Within seconds they were at the end of the hall, giggling and laughing and hurling hurtful comments in his direction.

“We’re gonna get you, Jeffrey! We’re gonna get you and spank you and tickle you and make you cry. And there ain’t nothin’ you can do to stop us!”

The naked lad brushed his long dark blond hair from his eyes and squinted at the giggling mob before him, but he couldn’t tell for certain who was talking. It might have been Anita, but it sounded like Tina. Or was it Rita? He couldn’t be certain. Without his glasses those awful girls were blurry, malformed shapes that pursued and mocked and tormented him.

“You better run, Jeffrey Walton,” the voice happily sang out. “If you don’t run we’re gonna get you! And you know what that means ... that big fat butt is gonna get spanked and your itty bitty teeny weenie is gonna get pinched!”

There it was again, that nauseating, fluttering feeling that made him dizzy with fear. Jeffrey felt the wave of defeat fly over him as he made a vain attempt to escape; he turned and darted down the hallway toward the front of the house, in search of someplace, any place to hide. Unfortunately for him, the hazy shadows of his diminutive pursuers passed him by and blocked his way. As usual, he had been out maneuvered and outrun, and the girls quickly swarmed in, taking him down like a trio of hyperactive hyenas attacking a wounded lamb.

“No, let me go!” he cried out. “Leave me alone, dammit! Get your stupid hands off meeeeee!”

“I got him! I got him!” one of the twins squealed as she dived for his ankle, tripping him and causing him to fall flat on his face. “I got Jeffrey first!”

“No, I got him!” shrieked the other girl. The trapped lad felt a second set of hands grip his wrist and tug at it with surprising force. “I got Jeffrey first! I got you first, didn’t I, Jeffrey-Poo? Didn’t I get you first? Huh? Didn’t I?”

“It doesn’t matter who got him first, dummies,” Anita said with a laugh. “What matters is who’s the first to make him cry! And that’s gonna be me!”

Jeffrey squinted as the giggling eleven year old pinched his nose and gave him a hard SLAP! across his face.

“Anita ... wh- ...why’d you do that?” Jeffrey’s eyes burned as tears blurred his already hampered vision.

“Because I can!” Anita gave him a wicked smile. “Oh, what’s the matter, crybaby? Are you gonna cry? Hmm? Hmmm? I was just playing. If that makes you cry, let’s see what this does, you big dumb crybaby!”

Jeffrey braced himself as the freckle-faced bully slapped him again. WHAP! He let his guard down, just for an instant, when she hit him again – SMACK! – with the palm of her hand.

“Please ... Anita ... don’t ... d-d-don’t d-do ... that ....”

There was a cruel giggle, then a suggestion. “Okay, how about we do this instead?”

Anita then grabbed the tearful teenager’s long, dark blond hair and pushed his face down against the hardwood floor.

“OW!!!” the helpless lad cried out. “ANITAAAA!!! STOP IT!!! THAT HURTS!!! ANITAAAAA!!!”

You’d think a teenaged boy could hold his own against two or three grade school girls, but not Jeffrey Walton. And certainly not against these girls! True to his bookish nature, the thirteen year old hated sports and games that required physical activity; exercise was his kryptonite, so to speak, and he rarely exerted himself to do much more than walk to school or play board games.

The Martin girls, on the other hand, had a full regimen of dance classes, gymnastics and organized sports. Plus, they wrestled and rough-housed together on a daily basis, so overpowering a bookworm like Jeffrey was easy for them. It didn’t hurt that he was naked, which put the beleaguered boy at a huge psychological disadvantage. He spent more time worrying about being looked at and trying to cover his modesty when he should have been running for his life.

With Anita and the twins climbing all over him, Jeffrey could barely breathe, much less speak. He was flat on his belly, one arm bent behind his back and one foot being pulled up so high as to throw most of his weight to his stomach and chest. As expected, curious, rude fingers explored every curve and crevice of his body, no matter how private or sensitive they might be; he squealed with laughter as sharp fingernails tickled the soles of his feet and he cried out in pain when they pinched his ballsack and nipped at his penis. All that, plus his face being pushed against the hardwood floor, and there was no way he was going to escape on his own.

“OOOOWWW!” he cried. “STOP TICKLING ME! AND STOP PINCHING ME! DAMMIT THAT HURTS! STOP TOUCHING ME DOWN THERE!”

“I like wrestling with Jeffrey!” a little girl voice declared. “He’s a lot more fun than those little kids Evie used to babysit!”

“You got that right,” another voice replied. “Jeffrey’s a whole lotta fun! You know you’re fun, don’t you, Jeffrey? Huh? You know you’re a whole lotta fun, right?”

“This ... isn’t ... fun ....” grunted the captive boy. He squeezed his thighs together, but the pinching and nipping went on, causing him the most egregious pain in his most sensitive spots.

“Ow! Stop d-d-doing th-that, dang it! Stop pinching my wiener! Th-that hurts! STOP TOUCHING ME DOWN THERE!”

The tickling suddenly resumed and Jeffrey struggled desperately to keep from laughing out loud as roaming hands and fingers pushed all of his sensitive spots.

“No no no, don’t tickle me! Hahahahaaaaa!!! No tickle! No tiiihihibihiiiickle!”

At the same time an extra pair of hands began slapping at his bare bottom, adding to the indignity of his predicament. It was Anita, of course; she’d tired of pulling his hair, so she’d crawled around to his other end and started spanking him with all her might.

SLAP! WHAP! SMACK! WHACK!

“ANITAAAA! Th-th-that h-h-hurts!” the baffled boy sobbed. “P-p-please, s-s-stop it ... you ... you ... Y-YOU’RE HURTING MEEEEE!!!”

SLAP! WHAP! SMACK! WHACK!

“ANITAAAAAAA!!!!”

SLAP! WHAP! SMACK! WHACK!

The little girl’s small hand caused more pain than one would think; unknown to Jeffrey, she had more than her share of experience, practicing on her sisters and the little lads that Evie used to babysit. She felt empowered to be bullying a boy as old as Jeffrey, and she put all of her energy into making him cry. Of course, the trapped teen’s bottom was pretty plump and more than a little sensitive. It’s no wonder that he begged for relief.

SLAP! WHAP! SMACK! WHACK!

“OOOOWWWW!!! STOP SPANKING ME!!! STOP SPANKING ME!!! STOP SPANKING ME!!!” he cried. “IT HURTS!!! IT HURTS!!! IT HURTS!!!”

“It’s supposed to hurt, you big baby,” Anita said with glee. “It’s not supposed to feel good. That’s why it’s a spanking!”

SLAP! WHAP! SMACK! WHACK!

The first few times the girls caught Jeffrey the tickling and spanking would go on until he found himself squealing and sobbing uncontrollably, so hard that he’d gasp and struggle for air. He’d get all mad and he’d try to fight back, but under the groping, nipping, smacking assault of the three girls, the best he could manage was to beg for his life. Eventually, after tiring of the game, his captors would finally give in, rolling off the plump, naked boy and standing over him, a team of young Amazon hunters admiring their pitiful prey.

“Yay! Let’s do it again!” they would all cry, dancing about like a tribe of freckle-faced warriors. “Come on, Jeffrey, get up! Let’s do it again, okay? We’ll give you a head start and we’ll come after you, just like before!”

That was what typically happened; the cycle had repeated itself so many times in the past hour or so, Jeffrey knew it by heart. He’d never spent so much time running for his life ... or face down getting mauled and spanked; he was exhausted, sweaty and itching all over from spending so much time lying naked on the floor. He dreaded having to get up and start running again, but he had to do what he had to do ... if he wanted his clothes back, that is.

But this time was different. This time, after just a few minutes of pinching and tickling and spanking their reluctant playmate, the girls suddenly stopped in the middle of what they were doing; it was as though an electric switch had been flipped and they were turned off. There was a moment of silence, during which the three sisters didn’t move a muscle. Suddenly, there was some whispering among them, muted and mysterious. The exhausted teenager was worried his tormentors were about to spring some awful, new horror on him, but he was surprised when they all suddenly leaped to their feet and scampered off, disappearing in different directions.

“What the ...?” The bewildered boy frowned. “Where are you guys going? Anita? Rita? Tina?”

Exhausted and confused, Jeffrey slowly got to his feet. His skin was riddled with all sorts of sensations, itching and burning and aching and tingling, all the result of the repeated assault by the two twins and their big sister. As he tended his injuries he looked about for the girls. Except for the sound of bare feet running and girlish giggling, there was no sign of his grade school tormentors.

“What th-the ... the heck is g-g-going on ...?”

That’s when he heard it. The slamming of a car door, followed by the sound of the door to the garage opening and closing. Then the sharp, clip-clopping of high heels across hardwood floor echoed throughout the house. Jeffrey’s stomach ached as he realized an adult woman had just arrived; the slow cadence and hard-soled shoes told him there could be nothing else. He felt more than a little foolish as he looked down and saw his pale naked body and realized what was about to happen.

Mrs. Martin ... is home from work ... now? Is it that time already? He shook his head and tried for a moment to work out the timeline of the afternoon. How did that happen? What time is it, anyway?

“Hellooooo?” a cheerful, womanly voice called out. “Anybody home? Yoo-hooooo!”

It was Mrs. Judith Martin, all right. His employer ... and his mother’s good friend.

Jeffrey looked down at his naked body. A thrill of terror shot through his soul.

Oh god ... not that. Not her. Not now .... not with me looking like this!

“Anitaaaa! Ritaaaa! Tinaaaa! Jeffreeeyyyy! Is anybody here?”

The clip-clop of Mrs. Martin’s high heels continued, getting louder and louder as they reverberated through the otherwise silent house. It took Jeffrey a moment to realize he had some hard decisions to make. Either find somewhere to hide ... or face his employer – also known as his mother’s good friend – in his birthday suit.

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh ....

I can’t let her see me like this, he thought desperately. He stared at his cherry red nipples and his miniscule penis. What’s gonna happen when ... if ... she sees me like this? I mean, how am I gonna explain ... no clothes ... and the ... the girls. Mrs. Martin is gonna think I’m some sort of pervert!

What if she tells my mom?!

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh ....

He had to find a place to hide ... but ... where?

“I am so screwed!” he whispered quietly.

“Okay girls, I get it,” the woman’s voice sounded weirdly playful, almost like his own mother. “It’s ‘Hide from Mommy Time.’ Very funny. Okay, all right, ready or not, here I come!”

The naked teenager was in a panic! He scanned the hallway, desperate for an escape route. The bathroom was too far away, and too close to the kitchen and the door to the garage. The same for the family room as well. He could try and hide in the front living room or the study, but there wasn’t any really good place to conceal himself. There was, of course, the staircase leading to the second floor Of course, that was it! There were plenty of places to hide upstairs!

“I’m coming to get youuuuuu,” Mrs. Martin called out. “You better not let me catch youuuuuu ....”

Jeffrey was so scared, he almost screamed out in fear. The clip-clop of high heels was so close, so loud, it sounded as if she was about to turn the corner.

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh ohgoshohgoshohgoshohgosh ....

I wonder if I can get upstairs without her hearing me, he thought to himself. He hugged his pale, naked body and shivered. I’ve got to ... it’s my only hope!

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” A ladylike laugh was then followed by, “I’m going to get youuuuu, my little darlings!”

On tiptoe the flustered youth made his way down the hall, toward the staircase. Just around the corner was the family room and the sound of feminine footsteps. If he could just make it before Mrs. Martin cleared the kitchen and entered into view, he would be home free. Maybe. If he was lucky.

He put his foot on the first step ... and a loud creaking sound announced his intent.

“Jeffrey? Is that you? Are you upstairs? Girls? Helloooooo? Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

The poor boy was about to pee himself, he was so scared. But he had to do something. Trembling from head to toe with fear, he took a chance, padding barefoot and bare-bottomed up the hardwood staircase as quick as he could. As he reached the top step he turned and caught a glimpse of the lady of the house herself. Well, he thought it was Mrs. Martin, but he couldn’t be sure without his glasses. He paused and squinted, just for an instant. It sure looked like her. Whoever – or whatever – it was, it scared him enough to make a dive for safety. Lying on the cold floor, he prayed he hadn’t been seen.

“I’m coming to find youuuuu! And when I do, I’m going to get youuuuu!”

After catching his breath, Jeffrey crawled along on his hands and knees to a safe distance, then got to his feet. He felt absolutely ridiculous, sneaking about in his birthday suit, but there wasn’t time enough to be embarrassed.

If I can’t find a place to hide, I am dead meat, he thought to himself. My mom is so going to kill me if she finds out about all of this!

He tiptoed to the first door he found, giggling nervously as he gripped the door knob. In just a second his immediate worries would be over. Or so he thought. To his dismay, the door was locked! He moved along and discovered that all of the doors were locked. He jiggled and pulled on the doorknob for the twins’ bedroom, Anita’s room, even the upstairs bathroom, but they were all secured and impenetrable. He couldn’t believe it! He’d been outwitted once again!

“Those stupid brats ... they were obviously behind this!” Jeffrey whispered louder than he probably should have. “It’s not fair! It’s not fucking fair!”

“Better watch your mouth, Jeffrey-Poo,” a little girl voice called out from behind one of the doors. “If Mommy hears you talking like that, you’ll be in even more trouble than you are already!”

“Anita!” Jeffrey spoke in as loud a voice as he dared. “Is ... is that you? Where ... where are you? Open your d-d-door and let ... let m-m-me in!”

“Nuh-uh! You ain’t getting’ in here with me, Jeffrey-Poo! You’re naked! My mommy wouldn’t like me being with some silly old naked boy!”

The nude lad clenched his jaw as he heard rampant giggling from behind the other doors. He ran down the hall on tiptoe, twisting and pulling on the doorknobs, desperate to get in!

“If Mommy sees you running around with your bare bottom hanging out, you’re gonna have some ‘splaining to do!” Anita brightly sang.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have some ‘splainin’ to do, Jeffrey-Pooooooo!” another voice called out from down the hall.

Jeffrey looked up just in time to see Rita – or was it Tina? – peering out from one of the rooms. Just opposite her across the hall Tina – or was it Rita? – stuck her head out a door. Anita, of course, did the same; and, of course, she was wearing his oversized horn-rimmed glasses.

“Anita ... Rita ... Tina ... p-p-please, help me find a hiding place,” Jeffrey begged. “I’m gonna ... gonna g-get in so much t-t-trouble!”

“Gonna get in trouble?” sneered Rita – or was it Tina? “You’re already in big trouble, little mister!”

“Yeah, you’re already in big trouble little mister!” the other twin repeated.

“That’s not our problem, Jeffrey-Poo,” Anita said with a happy freckle-faced grin. “You’re the one who’s gonna be in trooooouuuu-buuuuullllll! And we can’t wait to see what happens when Mommy catches you!”

The frustrated boy clenched his fists and tried to ignore the tears burning his eyes. “Dang it, Anita! You gotta help me! It’s your fault I’m in this mess!”

“Yoo-hoo! Jeffrey! Girls! I hear voices!” sang Mrs Martin. “I’m coming to geeeet youuuuuu!”

With the sound of high heels clip-clopping up the staircase, Jeffrey started to make another dash down the hall, and hopefully to safety, but before he could move all three girls disappeared and slammed shut their respective doors. A cacophony of wild, gloating laughter filled the entire second floor. His heart dropped as he realized he was once again a victim of the Martin girls’ cruel sense of humor.

“Somebody’s got some ‘splaining to dooooooo,” a jeering voice sang brightly. “And he’s gonna be in so much troooouuuuu-buuuuuullllll!!!”

Rippling girlish giggles accentuated the mocking words, causing the nude boy’s blood to boil. Oh, how he’d love to give those dumb girls a taste of their own medicine. How would they like it if they were stuck out in the open with no clothes on?! The very thought would have been worth contemplation and a laugh or two if it wasn’t for Mrs. Martin’s impending arrival.

“Hellooooooo? Anitaaaaa ... Ritaaaa ... Tinaaaa ... Jeffreeeeyyyy ...,” Mrs. Miller called out for the umpteenth time. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

Jeffrey felt a cold chill go down his spine. His mother’s friend was coming up the steps and was just seconds from catching him. He had to do something and he had to do it now!

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh ....

The nude youth tiptoed to the end of the hallway, feeling like a mouse trapped in a maze. Thank goodness there was one door left open. It led to the master bedroom. Mrs. Martin’s bedroom. He hesitated, just for a second. He felt really weird about going in his mother’s friend’s bedroom, even under such dire circumstances. But then again, he felt even more weird being hunted down in his birthday suit in a strange house. The sound of footsteps approaching the top of the stairs prompted him to take the risk.

Clip-clop ... clip-clop ... clip-clop ....

Jeffrey passed into Mrs. Martin’s bedroom just as his employer appeared at the top of the stairs. He fumbled for a few seconds at the lock, but backed off as the sound of her footsteps grew louder. He looked around the room for someplace to hide and he saw a door. Swinging it open, he saw that it was yet another bathroom ... Mrs. Martin’s bathroom.

“Geez, how many bathrooms does this place have?” he fussed with some irritation.

“I heard that,” a musical voice called out. “There better not be anybody in MY room. You know the rules, girls. Mommy’s bedroom is her sanctuary. Anybody I find in there is in for a rude awakening!”

The panicked lad looked down and saw a shadow at the bottom of the bedroom door. He quickly turned and slipped into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, gritting his teeth as the latch clicked shut.

“Hellooooo? Is anybody here? Jeffreeeeeeeyyyyy??? Anitaaaaaaaa??? Ritaaaaaa? Tinaaaaaa? Helloooooooo?!”

Jeffrey spun around and scanned the room, looking for someplace, anyplace, to hide. Nothing. It was a bathroom, after all, and a very large one at that; it was almost as big as his mother’s bedroom. Despite its size, however, there was nowhere to hide. Sink, toilet, bathtub and walk-in shower; no closet, no magic box, no secret panel and definitely no specially built hatch to an escape pod. There was, oddly enough, a full-length triple panel dressing mirror, the kind he’d seen in the movies and at department stores. He winced as he caught sight of his naked body in the large glass panes, captured in three different points of view.

Gah, I look so stupid, he silently fumed. My dumb butt is so big and my legs are soft and my arms are so skinny. Any my stupid long hair doesn’t help! No wonder those crazy girls were able to take me down.

Squinting for an instant, he stared at his penis and the smooth, hairless skin between his legs. He shook his head in disbelief.

Geezus! No wonder those mean ol’ girls laugh at me ... I really do look like a big dumb baby!

Why is this happening to me?!

Disgusted by the sight of his nude form, Jeffrey resumed his search for a way out of this mess. He thought about hiding behind the huge mirror but that wouldn’t work. He stared at the shower for couple of seconds and, hearing the approaching footsteps, he pulled open the frosted glass door and slipped in at the last moment.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god ....

I am so screwed!

There was a knock at the door, then Mrs. Martin’s sing-song voice cheerily called out.

“Yoo-hoo! Is anybody in there? Jeffrey? Is that you? Honey, are you hiding in my bathroom?”

Jeffrey heard the doorknob jiggle, then the door opened. An idea suddenly occurred to him and he turned on the water. The chilling blast of icy cold water was a shock when it hit his bare skin and he couldn’t help cry out in surprise.

“EEEEEEP! YEOOOOOOW!!!”

“Hello? Jeffrey? Is that you?”

The terrified boy covered his mouth with his hands. Shivering under the freezing shower, he fiddled with the weird lever in order to raise the temperature; he’d never seen anything like it before and he overshot the mark, of course; instead of freezing cold water, his vulnerable skin was now assaulted by a blast of steaming hot water. He fought the urge to cry out even louder; hiding from Mrs. Martin was, in his mind, a matter of life and death.

His effort to keep quiet, however, was in vain.

“OW! OW! OW! OOOOWWW!!!”

“Hellooooo? Who is that? Is someone taking a shower? Really? At this time of day?

“OW! OW! OW!” the panic-stricken lad cried out. “It’s hot! It’s hot! It’s hot!”

“Jeffrey? Jeffrey Walton?” There was a momentary pause. “Jeffrey Walton! What in the world are you doing in my shower?! You better have a good reason, young man!”

As he hugged the glass, the scalding water blasting just inches from his bare bottom, Jeffrey realized his pursuer could most likely see him through the translucent panel.

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh ... this is not good, the besieged lad thought in desperation. She knows it’s me! This is not good ... not good at all!

There were several seconds of silence – well, except for the rushing sound of the shower – then Mrs. Martin called out once again. Her voice sounded ... amused?

“Jeffrey? Why don’t you answer me, honey? You know I can see you, don’t you?”

The trapped lad sighed. He couldn’t say anything, he was so scared. Actually, the problem was he didn’t know what to say ... or do. He turned around and put his hands up against the partition, cupping them to form a pair of binoculars, and peered through the frosted glass. He saw the figure of a woman standing on the other side, presumably Mrs. Martin; between the translucent panel and his near-sightedness, it was impossible to make out her face.

All of a sudden the figure moved closer to the shower and there was the tapping of fingernails on the glass door.

“Jeffrey? Honey, it’s me, Mrs. Martin. What are you doing in my shower, sweetie? Is anything wrong?”

The frightened boy stepped back, taking the blast of hot water on full force.

“OOOOW!” he exclaimed. “Dang it! It’s still hot!”

Once again he escaped the burning water by pressing his naked body against the warm, wet glass. He prayed for an act of god to save him somehow.

A womanly giggle could be heard over the top of the partition. “Hellooooo? Jeffrey, are you all right, honey?”

Jeffrey rolled his eyes. He’d been caught, fair and square. Well, in his mind, unfair and whatever. All he knew was that he wished he had never taken on this stupid babysitting job.

“Jeffrey, sweetie, I can see you, you know. There’s no sense in thinking I can’t.”

The besieged boy frowned. Great, she could see him. Of course she could. Was he really that dumb? She could probably see everything, the way his luck had been going lately.

“Jeffrey, please answer me. You’re not in trouble, sweetie. I just want to know why you are in the shower. Are you feeling okay? Did you burn yourself?”

There was that clicking-clacking of fingernails against glass once again. Jeffrey sighed and slumped his shoulders. He was going to have to do something.

This isn’t going to end well, he thought sadly. She knows I’m in here. She obviously sees me through the stupid door. He looked down at his nakedness and shook his head. Great, first her stupid daughters see me naked, now she sees me. This is just perfect!

I ... I may as well get this over with.

The nude lad took a deep breath and he slid back the shower door just enough to stick his head out. A blast of steam enveloped him as it escaped into the rest of the room. He wiped his eyes and squinted as he faced his destiny.

There she was, Mrs. Judith Martin, his mother’s friend and his employer. Even without his glasses he could tell she looked amazing in her business suit, slacks and blazer; her bounteous bosom pressed outward against a crisp white blouse, looking like a pair of torpedoes floating in mid-air. Her hair was perfectly coiffed and her face glowed with movie star makeup. She could have been on the cover of a magazine, she was so beautiful.

There was that musical titter again, made even more intimidating by the pretty woman’s playful expression. “Jeffrey? Honey, why are you in the shower? Is everything all right?”

The blushing boy gave her a sheepish grin. He didn’t know what to say, but he found himself talking anyway.

“Um, sure. Hi, Mrs. M-Martin. I, um ... I was just getting cleaned up. I got dirty at school today and ... and ... well ....”

Mrs. Martin smirked, her red lips taking on a gleeful curl. “Well, okaaaaay ... I guess. That water looks pretty hot. Are you having trouble with the temperature?”

Jeffrey ruefully nodded. “A ... a little.”

“Oh, that silly valve is a little complicated. Just push it down if you want to turn it down. Pushing up makes it hot. Do you need me to do it for you?”

“Yes ma’am. Um, I ... I m-mean, n-no m-ma’am ....”

There was another moment of silence. Jeffrey wiped his hair from his eyes. As he did, he looked down and realized he’d gotten careless; the door had come open way too far, completely exposing his nude form to the lingering gaze of his mother’s friend.

“You’re not very shy, are you, honey?” Mrs. Martin’s eyes took on a gleeful twinkle. “You must like the ladies looking at your little winkie, hmmm?”

The horrified teenager stepped back into the shower, just enough to conceal his privates but not so much as to scald his bare bottom.

“Um, sorry,” he mumbled.

The attractive woman laughed once again. “Oh, that’s all right. I don’t get to see too many naked boys anymore. That’s too bad. I don’t really mind. You’re very cute. Quite adorable, if you ask me!”

Jeffrey bowed his head, not wanting to look his employer in the eye again. “Um, thanks ... I guess.”

There was another moment of silence, then Mrs. Martin gently spoke. “Honey, where are your clothes? I don’t see them anywhere. You weren’t running around my house in your birthday suit, were you? If I’d known that I would have come home sooner.”

This time the pretty woman laughed rather than giggled at her little joke. Jeffrey was completely surprised at how her laugh was completely at odds with her elegant appearance; rather than being dainty and musical, it was loud and raucous, more suited to a cartoon character than a lovely movie star.

“BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAWWW! *snort!* BWAHAHAHAAAAAWWW! *snort!*”

She sounds like a donkey when she laughs, the stunned lad thought with shocked look on his face. Where the heck did THAT come from?”

“BWAAAHAHAHAHAW! *snort!* HAW HAW HAW HAAAAAWWW! *snoooorrrrt!*”

After composing herself, Mrs. Martin gave the flustered lad a querulous stare.

“You didn’t answer my question, pretty boy. You weren’t really running around my house naked, were you? That would have been rather funny, don’t you think?”

The flustered lad did his best to ignore the question. He knew if he tried to lie his way out of his plight, he’d mess it up. Instead, he clung to the shower door and pretended to look around the bathroom. He then looked back at his employer and then he shrugged. The truth of the matter was he had no idea where his things were. His expression must have revealed that fact to his employer. She rolled her eyes and laughed.

“I was just teasing, honey. I just KNOW you wouldn’t do anything as bad as that. I can’t imagine Marie Walton’s little man being that naughty.”

“BWAAHAHAHAHAAAAAWW! *snort!* HAW HAW HAW HAAAAW! *snort!*”

Listening to his employer, Jeffrey was reminded of how her daughters sounded when they mocked and laughed at him.

She sounds just like those stupid girls, the blushing lad thought to himself. She’s probably worse than all three of them put together!

Mrs. Martin stared at the naked lad for a moment, making him feel extremely self-conscious. The only sound in the room was that of the rushing shower behind him.

“Let me guess, the girls snuck in here and took them while you were cleaning up, huh? That sounds like something they’d do. You have to be careful around here, honey. Those little scamps will steal the shirt off your back if you’re not careful.”

Jeffrey gritted his teeth and nodded. They’ll do a lot worse than steal your shirt, he thought to himself. That was for danged sure!

“Yes ma’am ... I guess so ....”

The pretty woman gave him a wink and giggled. She then turned around and called out, “Anita! Rita Ann! Tina May! Get your little butts in here ... NOW!!!”

There was a rumbling through the house and within seconds the three Martin girls were standing at the bathroom door. Jeffrey noted with more than a little aggravation that they were all grinning like the proverbial cat that ate the mouse.

“Hi Mommy!” the girls sang sweetly. The naked youth gritted his teeth as they all looked right at him with great big smirks on their freckled faces. “Helloooo Jeffrey-Poooooo!”

“Jeffrey-Poo?” Mrs. Martin smiled. “What’s that all about?”

“That’s Jeffrey’s babysitter name, Mommy!” Anita giggled.

The grinning girl looked quite feisty in her short shorts and tight t-shirt. Jeffrey couldn’t help but notice her small breasts pressing proudly against the thin fabric of her skimpy top; on any other day he would have thought that more than a little interesting, but not on this day. To make matters even more frustrating, she still wore his oversized horn-rimmed glasses. She looked through them right at him with a smarmy stare.

“Jeffrey-Poo loves being called Jeffrey-Poo,” Anita sang sassily. “Isn’t that right, Jeffrey-Poo?”

All three of the Martin females, adult and child alike, burst out laughing; Mrs. Martin’s donkey-like braying was the loudest of all. The girls all looked at each other and giggled like little monkeys as their mother’s laughing dominated the room.

“BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAWW! *snort!* HAW HAW HAW HAAWWW! *snoooorrrrt!*”

“Uh-oh! Mommy’s snorting,” Anita cried happily. “That means she’s really happy!”

“BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAWW! *snort!*” The pretty woman laughed louder than anyone Jeffrey had ever heard in his young life. “HAW HAW HAW! *snort-snort!* HAW HAW HAW HAAAAAWWW! *snoooorrrrt!*”

“Oh she’s really happy!” squeaked Rita-Tina. “She must really be having a good time!”

Poor Jeffrey! He didn’t know what to think! He felt like he was trapped in a madhouse, where everyone was just did whatever they wanted and laughed and laughed and laughed; everyone but him, of course. Anita looked right at the baffled boy, her eyes alight with pure mischief, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

Ooooh, I hate her, the frustrated lad thought silently. If I ever get out of here ....

“All right, all right, everyone calm down.” Mrs. Martin composed herself, then looked from her daughters to the naked boy in the shower and back to her daughters again. “You’re all acting very suspiciously. What have you little imps been up to? Has somebody been a bad little girl, hmm? I wonder which one of you is it? Or maybe all of you, hmmm?”

“We don’t know what you’re talking about, Mommy,” Rita – or was it Tina? – said in an exaggerated little girl voice. “We were busy doing our homework when you came home.”

The smiling woman shook her head and sighed. “Oh, I’m sure you were. You know what I think? I think you’ve all been into some mischief. You haven’t been giving Jeffrey a hard time, have you? You haven’t been BAD, have you?”

“No Mommy,” the three girls said in perfect harmony. They all gave Jeffrey the most wicked, devilish grins; but when they looked up at their mother the expressions on their faces were practically angelic.

“We’ve been good little girls!”

Mrs. Martin laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you have. Good little girls, indeed. Okay ladies, I want you to do me favor. I want you to go get Jeffrey-Poo’s clothes and bring them here. No arguments, no excuses. I know what you did, so no quibbling. Do as I say and do it NOW! Chop chop! And do not keep us waiting!”

There was a burst of laughter, then the sound of rumbling again. The girls were gone, just like that. Jeffrey looked from the empty space at the door to his employer. He suddenly felt the urge to pee.

Mrs. Martin sighed. “I am so sorry, Jeffrey. Maybe next time you ought to lock the door when you want some privacy.”

The naked lad nodded. “Yes ma’am,” he replied. But inside he was thinking, A lot of good that does me. Those little freaks can get through anything!

There was that long silence again, the rushing water little more than background noise. After a couple of minutes the smiling woman raised an eyebrow; her lips parted just enough to let her teeth show through in a wolfish leer.

“You’re a very cute boy, you know that, Jeffrey? Such a sweet face and that pretty hair ... it’s so long and blond, I just love it! And those big blue eyes are to die for!”

Jeffrey nodded and smiled a bashful smile. He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he kept his mouth shut.

Mrs. Martin’s eyes drifted a bit, staring through the frosted glass partition. She seemed to be thinking about something.

“You’ve got quite a cute little figure, too,” she said with a mischievous wink. “No wonder the girls have taken such a liking to you.”

A flush of blood reddened the naked boy’s cheeks. He kept as much of his body as possible behind the shower door, but little good that did him. Peering around the partition, he realized his employer could still see just about everything through the frosted glass. And that meant the girls could see everything, too. He may as well have been standing in the middle of the room completely naked before all of them.

Great ... just great ... first the girls, now the mom. This house is filled with crazy women!

I gotta get out of here!!!

“Are you about done with your shower, honey?” Mrs. Martin asked. “Now’s the time to get out before the girls get back.”

Jeffrey nodded. “Um, yeah ... I ... I g-g-guess so.”

“Then shut off the water, sweetheart, and come on out. There’s a towel hanging there that you can use to dry off.”

It took the dazed boy a moment to realize what she was saying. He really did not want to leave the safety of the shower, but Mrs. Martin was quite persuasive and under her spell he did as he was told. The next thing he knew he was standing in the middle of the bathroom before his mother’s gorgeous friend, completely exposed to her gaze. It was like some sort of dream, being naked in front of such a beautiful woman.

“Mmmm ... you really are a cute boy. Very, very cute ....”

Jeffrey looked straight ahead, too frightened to face his employer. That’s when he realized he was standing directly opposite the enormous dressing mirror with its three panels, which was the last place in the world he needed – or wanted – to be.

“Great,” he muttered as he saw the blurred multiple reflections of his naked self before him. “This is just GREAT!”

It wasn’t just the sight of his nude form that caused our young hero consternation. Oh no, as much as he hated seeing himself at that moment in time, that really wasn’t the problem at all. What triggered his rising pulse rate and a sudden rush of blood to his cheeks was the appearance of Mrs. Martin poised over him. To look in that mirror and see his silly, pudgy baby fat body, so foolish and useless, and then to just lift his eyes the slightest bit and see such a lovely, beautiful adult woman standing behind him, well, that was a most unnerving predicament.

Wow, she is so pretty ... and I look so dumb, Jeffrey thought to himself. I look like a little grade school kid with no clothes on ... and she looks like a movie star, all dressed up and with her makeup and hair and stuff. She probably thinks I’m the dumbest thirteen year old she’s even seen in her life!

Several seconds passed – actually, it was more than a full minute, which is an eternity if you think about it when you’re the only naked person in the room – before a feminine voice broke the silence and brought the naked lad back to reality.

“Oh, so you like looking at yourself, do you? Why am I not surprised,” Mrs. Martin gleefully teased. “Shame on you, Jeffrey Walton, gawking at yourself like that! You are almost as vain as my girls!”

The unclothed boy shivered as he realized the woman in the mirror – the very same woman who stood over that ridiculous child in the mirror – was directly behind him, carefully studying his nakedness. The smile on her face at first appeared motherly, but the longer she held it, the more mischievous ... devilish, even ... it seemed. Jeffrey quickly thought of the Martin girls and he decided that the apple – or apples? – did not fall far from the tree.

I think she enjoys seeing me like this more that those stupid girls, he fumed quietly. That’s really creepy!

Jeffrey jumped as Mrs. Martin suddenly laid her hand on his bare shoulder. A shiver went down his spine as she tickled the side of his neck with her finger.

“Don’t mind me, sweetie. We can stand here all day and admire ourselves if that’s what you want. I don’t have anything else to do, so it doesn’t matter to me.”

Jeffrey didn’t know what to say, so he pressed his lips together and just kept quiet. The poor lad was so confused; he was both frightened and excited to be looked at by such a pretty lady, he didn’t know if he was supposed to run and hide or just stand there and let her look.

And that’s when he felt a familiar tingling between his legs.

Uh-oh! Not that! Please ... not now ....

The horrified lad glanced down to see his penis sticking straight out; short and stubby and with a pink shiny tip, it was exactly NOT the kind of thing he wanted anyone else to see. He glanced up to see his penis doing the same thing in the triple-paned mirror, which of course meant seeing it from three different angles.

Oh ... god ... it looks so ... stupid ....

He then looked up to see the reflection of Mrs. Martin staring directly at his stiff appendage; he was not at all surprised to see the curious grin curling her bright red lips.

“You aren’t very shy, are you, sweetie?” she said with a chuckle. “Oh, you pretend to be bashful, but come on, you must be having a really good time if you’re having that kind of reaction.”

“S-s-s-sorry,” the mortified youngster squeaked. “I ... it ... just does ... that. I ... can’t ... help it.”

“Oh sure, that’s what all the boys say.”

The lovely lady laughed again, but this time her crude, loud voice was completely at odds with her ladylike appearance.

“BWAAAHAHAAAAAW! *snort!* HAW HAW HAW! *snort-snort!* HAW HAW HAW HAAAAAW!”

The sight of the woman in the mirror laughing at him – well, the three reflections of the same woman, to be more accurate – was horrifying! It felt like he was on display before several adult females. Like anyone else, Jeffrey really hated being laughed at. But this was just the absolute worst! To be completely exposed, no clothes, no anything, and be the object of this adult woman’s ridicule, to be stared at and teased and laughed at ... it was all enough to make him queasy, dizzy even. His face burned with shame and his knees almost buckled beneath him.

“Please ... don’t ... laugh ... don’t laugh at me ... please ....”

“I’m so sorry,” the happy woman said with complete insincerity. “I don’t meant to laugh at you ... Jeffrey-Poo!”

“BWAAAHAHAAAAAW! *snort-snort!* HAW HAW HAWWWW!”

Jeffrey felt sick. His words had no effect on the lovely lady as she brayed like a barnyard animal. If anything, his plea only fueled her mocking enthusiasm, causing her to laugh even louder and more cruel than before.

“BWAAAHAHAAAAAW! *snort!* BWAAAHAHAAAAAW! *snort!* HAW HAW HAW! *snort-snort!* HAW HAW HAW! *snoooorrrrrrt!* ”

The disdainful laughter went on for what seemed like forever. Jeffrey had never heard anyone laugh in such a grotesque manner; well, no woman, that is. She sounded like a drunken sailor – or at least what he imagined a drunken sailor to sound like. The rude, crude laughter went on for so long and so loud, the poor boy fell into tears and he bit his lip to keep from sobbing aloud in despair.

“Please, Mrs. Martin ... it’s not ... n-n-not th-that f-f-funny ....”

“BWAAAHAHAAAAAW! *snort-snort!* BWAAAHAHAAAAAW! *snort-snort!* HAHAHAHAAAAAAW! *snoooorrrrrrt!* ”

After finally calming down a bit and catching her breath, Mrs. Martin studied the tearful lad for a moment. She straightened her herself up a bit, and smile down at him. She then used her fingers to brush his long, wet hair back from his face and raised a single eyebrow.

“What’s the matter, lover boy ... you’re not crying are you? What’s up with that? I thought we were just having a bit of fun.”

Jeffrey wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “It ... it was fun for you ... but not ... not for me.”

The lovely woman sighed. “Oh, I get it. Did my laughing stress you out? I guess you bit off a little more than you can chew, hmmm? Well, that’s all right. I’m sorry if I caused you any embarrassment.”

The naked boy wiped his eyes again and tried to smile.

“Poor little thing ... it’s so sensitive. Okay lover boy, get your towel and dry yourself off and cover yourself. We don’t want to humiliate you any more than we already have.”

Jeffrey nodded. “Yes ma’am ... thank you, ma’am.”

Mrs. Martin smiled. “You’re welcome.” She glanced at her watch and shook her head. “You’d best hurry up ... your clothes ought to be here any minute ... I hope.”

Grateful for the chance to cover his shame, Jeffrey turned away from the hated mirror and pulled a towel from the rack. He shivered as he realized he now had another problem; instead of a bath towel he’d grabbed a small hand towel. It was barely large enough to cover his front with hardly any left over to hide his behind. He pulled out another, but it wasn’t any better than the first. He looked around for something bigger, but those were the only ones available.

“Come on, pretty boy, don’t dilly dally. The girls will be back in a minute. You don’t want them seeing you in your birthday suit, do you? Or your little stiffy.”

The trembling lad glanced up at his employer and gave her a sheepish smile. She didn’t say anything else; instead, she merely smiled and watched with great interest as he went through the motions of drying himself off with the skimpy cloth. It felt weird rubbing and patting his exposed skin in front of this adult woman – and a very attractive adult woman, at that. Jeffrey tried to not think about her pretty face and gorgeous, voluptuous figure, but it was difficult as she was standing right there in front of him. As if in response to his thoughts, his erect penis tingled and ached and grew even stiffer, adding to his embarrassment.

“Be sure to dry yourself all over ... especially down there,” Mrs. Martin said in a husky voice. Jeffrey didn’t know it, but she was watching his reflection in the dressing mirror with a dreamy, wistful smile. “We wouldn’t want your little stiffy getting a rash, would we?”

“Um ... no ... no ma’am.” The frustrated teen sighed. He could not have cared less about a rash. All he wanted was to be left alone and get dressed and out of this stupid house!

“You can use some of my lotion if you like.” The smiling woman opened the cabinet over the sink and picked up a pink bottle. She squirted a bit of white ointment on her fingertip and dabbed it on his nose, causing him to go cross-eyed as he tracked her movements. She then took his wrist, twisted it about and squirted a copious amount of the lotion into the palm of his hand.

“Here you go. This will help protect your little man from getting a nasty rash.” She gave him a mischievous wink. “It’ll also make him feel extra nice, too.”

The next thing Jeffrey knew, Mrs. Martin pressed his hand against his belly, guiding it around and around, rubbing the cool, slippery lotion into his bare skin. He felt his face get hot as she pushed his hand lower and lower, until it was touching the base of his penis.

“Go ahead, pretty boy ... don’t mind me ....”

The blushing boy’s face got extra hot as his hand slid over his erect penis. The feeling was amazing ... but ... something was ... terribly, terribly wrong. Did Mrs. Martin ... his mother’s friend ... did she ... do that on purpose? Did she push his hand down ... there ... actually expect him ... to ... to ... jack off?! While she was standing there watching him?

“Mmm ... it feels nice, doesn’t it?” a warm, husky voice cooed. “I thought you’d like that.”

A bout of dizziness came over the dazed lad as he rubbed the lotion over his tingling erection and he felt giddy, almost delirious, in fact. A weird sensation came over him ... it was so ... scary ... yet so exciting ... knowing his mother’s friend was watching him. She was so close, he could practically feel the warmth of her voluptuous body. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, and rubbed his penis as a gentle whisper tickled his ears ....

“Silly little boys ... and their silly little toys,” sang an amused, womanly voice. “Silly, nasty little boys ....”

All of a sudden Jeffrey opened his eyes. He was again facing the mirror and he was horrified as he realized he was practically jacking off in front of his mother’s friend. His eyes flicked upward and he saw Mrs. Martin watching him with an evil, know-it-all smirk. He quickly pulled his hand away from his genitals as if he’d been burned.

“I ... I’m so ... so sorry ... I ... I d-d-didn’t mean ... to ... to d-d-do ... th-that ....”

The embarrassed youngster could not believe what had just happened. He’d let his guard down and done probably the worst thing he could have done; he’d almost jacked off in front of his mother’s friend!

Oh god, I must be a pervert, he thought with more than a little self-loathing. Why else would I do something like that? I ... I didn’t mean to. I ... I mean ... she’s the one who put that lotion in my hand. Like she wanted me to do it.

This is just crazy! I really gotta get out of here!

The mortified youth shivered all over, then abruptly linked his arms across his chest. It was the best and only thing he could think to do, considering the what he had just done.

“I’m ... I’m s-s-sorry ... M-Mrs. M-Martin ... I-I-I- ... d-didn’t mean to d-do that ....”

Mrs. Martin laughed an obnoxious laugh, one obviously meant to shame the contrite boy.

“BWAAAAHAHAHAAAWWW! *snort!* HAW HAW HAW HAAAAWWWW!”

Jeffrey didn’t know what to do, so he did what he did best, which was nothing. His employer once again composed herself and gave him a flirtatious smile.

“Big boys, little boys,” she happily sang. “They all love to play with their little toys.”

There was that laugh again, so ugly, so unlike the lovey woman from which it came. The horrified boy could not believe his ears, it was so grotesque!

“BWAAAAHAHAHAAAWWW! *snort-snort!* Nasty, dirty little boys ... and their messy little toys! HAW HAW HAW!”

Catching her breath once again, Mrs. Martin bent over Jeffrey’s shoulder in order to better see herself in the dressing mirror and she straightened herself up a bit. She then turned to her cabinet and selected a can with pink flowers printed all over it. A big puffy ball covered in a pink powder was pulled from the can and waved under the bewildered boy’s nose.

“Maybe this would be more fun for you, sweetie. Try some of my powder. It’s a little like baby powder, but it smells a lot prettier ... and it makes you feel so nice all over.”

To Jeffrey’s dismay the smiling woman tapped his bare skin playfully with the powder puff, once on each shoulder, once under his chin and once on his plump belly. The sensation of the soft puff and the exotic fragrance of the pink powder were both heavenly and alarming. The youngster reacted by giggling nervously, which immediately made him feel even more foolish.

Why did I laugh, he thought ruefully. Now she’s really gonna think I’m a pervert!

“Hmm, I can see you like being pampered,” the pretty woman said with more than a bit of sarcasm. “Maybe you’ve been into your mother’s powders and lotions, hmm?”

Jeffrey noticed Mrs. Martin’s eyes had once again strayed downward. He followed her gaze and, sure enough, his penis had grown even longer and stiffer than before; it was practically standing straight up, it was so hard! The horrified boy gritted his teeth as his employer dabbed a bit of powder on the shiny pink tip and began laughing.

“BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAW ... *snort!* ... HAHAHAHAHAAAWWWW ... It’s so ... so ... *snort!* sooo cute! *snort!* It’s ADORABLE!!! HAW HAW HAW HAAAAAAWWWW!”

Oh, how Jeffrey hated that sound! It was bad enough that he did something so stupid, so crude and lewd. But to be laughed at – again! – especially in this horrible, disastrous predicament ... it was sooooo humiliating, he almost couldn’t stand it.

“Please, Mrs. Mar- ... Mrs. Martin ... I ... I’m ....” He choked on the words, fearful of doing anything that would bring his ultimate demise. “I’m ... so-sorry. Please ... don’t laugh at me. And please ... don’t tell my mom ... please?”

“Aw, there’s nothing to be ashamed off, sweetie.” The delightful woman dabbed at his erection once again with the powder puff and giggled. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been exposed to an excited penis. Although I must admit yours is a lot cuter than the others I’ve seen. I’m sorry to have teased you so.”

“It’s not funny,” the blushing boy tried to sound angry, but even he had to admit his fury sounded more like whining. “It’s just ... this is really ... really embarrassing!”

There was that raised, knowing eyebrow again. “Aw, are you getting all shy on me again? Okay, I’ll put away my stinky old powders and lotions and you just do whatever you need to do. Don’t mind me. I’ll just wait here for the girls.”

The girls!? Jeffrey’s eyes went wide as he realized he’d totally forgotten ... he was about to be besieged by those stupid brats at any moment! He quickly looked about to make sure they were nowhere in sight ... which they weren’t. He then looked down at his stupid erection and gritted his teeth.

I gotta hide this thing, he thought desperately. I’ve done this before ... maybe it’ll work again ....

The panicked lad then took matters in his own hands – so to speak – and he pushed his shameful erection down between his thighs, which he then pressed together as hard as he could, so to speak.

Please don’t pop up, he thought ruefully. It’s gotta stay down ... it’s just gotta!

“BWAAAHAHAHAAAAW ... *snort-snort!* ... HAW HAW HAW HAAAAAAWWWW!”

Jeffrey looked up to see Mrs. Martin laughing at him yet again, her face alight with genuine delight.

“BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAW! You just turned yourself into girl!” she exclaimed with a broad, vicious smile. “How funny! You turned yourself from a boy to a girl! HAW HAW HAW *snort-snort!* HAW HAW HAW!”

Jeffrey felt the gleeful woman’s hands on his shoulders; he didn’t resist as she turned him to face his reflection in the dressing mirror.

“See? Hiding your weenie like that makes you look just like a girl. Which makes perfect sense because I always thought you were too pretty to be a boy. With that pretty face and gorgeous hair and such a cute figure, you’re so adorable, I can’t stand it! Maybe if the girls can’t find your clothes we can just put you in a dress. What do you think? That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

“HAW HAW HAW HAAAAAAWWWW!”

Jeffrey was stunned by the laughing woman’s suggestion, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stared at his reflection in the three-paneled mirror. That’s when he realized why she said what she said. Down between his legs was a smooth and shiny sexless space where his boyish appendage had once proudly protruded; now it looked as though it had been completely removed!

Holy crap! She’s right, he thought ruefully. I do look just like a girl! Oh my god ... is that all it takes ... for me to ... look ... like that?

“You really would make a very pretty girl,” the Mrs. Martin sweetly sang. “Just think, without your little winkie, you could be your mother’s daughter. I bet she’d love that! And I know my girls would love it! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

The red-faced lad looked up “No! It would not be fun! I’m not a girl, I’m a boy!”

Mrs. Martin made the funniest face, as if she had no idea what he was saying. “But, if you don’t want to be a girl, why did you hide your wittle winkie, honey?”

Jeffrey seethed with frustration. Why was she asking him all of these questions? Why was she making everything so difficult for him? Why didn’t she just leave him alone?!

“Seriously, Jeffrey, you’re not making any sense, sweetheart. You looked just fine before you hid your winkie. Why did you do that if you didn’t want to look like a girl?”

The flustered lad sighed. “I ... I hid it because ... I ... I j-j-just d-d-don’t want those dumb old girls s-s-seeing ... looking at m-m-my ... my wiener again.”

“Oh, well, I guess I can see that,” the smiling woman cooed. “Well, I mean I could see it until you made it disappear.”

There was that obnoxious laugh again. “HAW HAW HAW HAAAAWWW!” Apparently Mrs. Martin thought she was being funny, but Jeffrey most certainly did not!

Exasperated by his employer’s teasing, the angry teenager once again turned away from the mirror and he wrapped the wet towel around his waist. Or at least he tried to; it was barely large enough to conceal his privates – well, where they would have been if they hadn’t been so well hidden.

Dang it, that stupid towel isn’t even big enough to cover my bare bottom, the angry boy thought to himself. Why am I not surprised?!

Mrs. Martin smiled to see Jeffrey tug clumsily at his improvised garment; judging from her expression, she took more than a little pleasure in his plight.

“I wonder where those silly girls went off to?” She glanced at her watch and winked at the nearly naked youth. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll keep you company until they get back with your clothes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jeffrey whispered.

To be continued ....

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