It's a Tully Halloween 2

By David

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It’s a Tully Halloween!
By David

Samuel Oliver has big plans for Halloween. He’s built the perfect superhero costume ever and plans to show it off to all of his friends at the neighborhood costume party.

But Samuel's dreams of fun and excitement are threatened when his mother is called out of town on a business trip and he’s faced with spending the second best holiday of the year with his dreaded babysitter, Mrs. Irma Tully!

See what happens when the cast of Marlene and the Boy Next Door get together and hold the scariest, creepiest Halloween ever!

It’s a Tully Halloween!

By David

Part Two – Trick or Treat, And Heavy On The Tricks, Please!

“Samuel! Honey, wake up. We’re here.”

Samuel looked up just in time to see the car come to a stop. Dazed, he shook his head. He’d been in such deep thought about his babysitter he totally forgot where he was.

Oh great, he thought sadly. We’re here.

With a sigh of despair, the melancholy lad realized they were indeed parked in front of the dreaded cottage at the end of the lane. To the average onlooker it appeared to be something out of a story book, small and quaint, with a picket fence and garden decorations scattered about the tiny front yard.

But this time it was different.

Samuel blinked. Everything looked so ... festive? To his surprise, he saw Mrs. Tully’s house decked out in full Halloween style, the likes of which he’d never seen! Everywhere he turned there were all sorts of cute Halloween decorations and trinkets; several tombstones and skeletons lined the walkway, a large cutout of a black cat was silhouetted in the window and spider webs covered just about everything in sight. He was amazed to see a life-sized witch standing on the front porch holding her broom in an erratic, comical fashion. And, of course, an enormous pumpkin on the front steps smiled a toothy smile on its happy Halloween face.

Samuel Oliver thought about what he was seeing. Everything looked so fantastic. If he hadn’t known whose house it was he might have thought it the most wonderful home in the most wonderful neighborhood. Everywhere he looked there was fun and adventure and even more fun. For an instant he agreed with his mother. Maybe, just maybe … things would be all right this Halloween. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he predicted.

Suddenly, the witch on the front porch came to life. Pointing in his direction, she stepped down from her perch and headed directly for the car. The young boy’s heart raced as he recognized his babysitter, her obese figure moving swiftly beneath the layers of black satin and gauze that made up her witch’s costume. His stomach went sour to see that deceptively loving smile on her fat witchlike face, her enormous bosom wobbling about comically as she opened the gate and approached the car.

“Happy Halloween!” the delightful woman called out in a sugary sweet voice. “There’s my little baby doll. I am so glad you’re here. This is going to be so much fun with my little Samuel here to help out! Happy Halloween! Happy Halloween!”

“See?” Mrs. Oliver smiled encouragingly. “Nana Tully is all about Halloween. Look at how she’d all dressed up. Isn’t that a great costume? I bet she’s got some even better ideas for your costume. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is the best Halloween you ever had in your life!”

Samuel felt a dreadful shiver go up his spine. He watched the rotund witch as she came within arm’s reach. Hoping against hope, he prayed for a sign that things would indeed be different. And for a few fleeting seconds he believed it. The amazing Halloween decorations, the smell of sweets and the sounds of the season, all added credibility to what his mother said. Even Mrs. Tully’s costume, as silly and cartoonish as it was, with that tall pointy hat and that incredible, ponderous bosom swaying left and right … left and right … made him feel that everything was going to be different now ….

But then, just as she leaned in to kiss him on the forehead … there it was, that deceitful smile, accompanied by a mischievous, mean-spirited gleam in her eyes. He’d seen that look so often it haunted his dreams. It was a look that said “We’re going to have so much fun,” followed up with “Whether you like it or not!” It was a look that promised hugs and kisses and instead delivered hours of smothering attention and endless bare bottomed spankings.

It was a look that essentially said, “You’re all mine, my pretty one, to do with just as I please.”

The instant Samuel saw that plump, grandmotherly face up close, he knew that despite the festive decorations and delightful greeting, nothing had really changed. The anxious boy thought about all of the awful things he’d experienced at the hands of this vile creature and he lowered his head in despair. There would be no Iron Man costume this Halloween, nor would he see his friends. He was about to enter Old Lady Hell.

Unnerved by the prospects of his fate, he felt an urgent need to pee.

“This is gonna be bad,” he whispered. “I think this is gonna be the worst.”

***

Samuel waved to his mother as her car pulled away. He fought the urge to run after her and beg to be taken away. That would do no good. He lost sight of his mother as she turned the corner. Run now and he’d only get tired; and then he’d have to come back and face the music for his actions.

I don’t know if I can do this, he thought sadly. Not another week with Old Lady Tully. Maybe I could run away and join the circus, like in the movies ….

The nervous twelve year old then felt a warm, firm hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn around and face his babysitter. He reluctantly looked up to see Irma Tully smiling down at him. She made for a strange sight in her witch costume, but her expression was filled with that ever present mischievous delight. He braced himself. This was where his nightmare usually began coming true.

“Oh baby doll, I am sooooo glad to see you! We are going to have sooooo much fun tonight. Well, all week, actually, but especially tonight. You’ve never been to my house on Halloween, have you? No? Well, you are in for a grand treat! Just you wait and see what all I’ve got planned for you!”

To the youngster’s surprise and relief, his babysitter deviated from her usual routine of depravity; instead of immediately taking him inside and making him undress, she showed him around the house and yard, pointing out all of the marvelous decorations and treats she had on display. Samuel was amazed to see just how much effort she’d put into her front yard, putting dozens of little plastic spiders in the wispy webbing that covered the porch railing and trim, and covering the fake tombstones with some sort of store bought moss to give them that extra creepy look. There was even a set of hidden speakers and a tape of scary noises, something he never thought a woman of Mrs. Tully’s … type … would think of doing.

“You like that, hmmm?” the old woman said with a chuckle after playing a few seconds of the scary tape.

Upon hearing the groans and rattling chains and ghostly whispers, Samuel nodded his approval.

“That is actually pretty neat, Nana,” he admitted. “I do like it. Very much!”

“I thought you might. Most children do. Just you wait and see the crowd that shows up tonight. They love my decorations almost as much as they love the treats I hand out. Last year I had hundreds stop by, so many I lost track. But this year we’ll be ready for them, so I really need you to help me out!”

Entering the house, Samuel was pleasantly surprised to see a treasure trove of Halloween trinkets and knick knacks scattered throughout each room. Plastic skulls here, black cats there, it was all very quaint and old fashioned. There was even a table next to the front door with a large pumpkin shaped bowl, ready to serve eager costumed visitors, both young and old.

“I’m counting on you to help me pass out treats, all right? I made twice as many as last year, so I’m going to need a big strong helper. You don’t mind helping, do you baby doll?”

The confused boy shook his head. His weird babysitter was sounding almost like a normal grandmother.

“Hand out treats?” he asked with a genuine smile. “Um, no, Nana. I don’t mind at all. Will I get to go trick or treating, too?”

“Of course, baby doll. It wouldn’t be Halloween without going trick or treating!” Mrs. Tully ruffled his hair and gave him an affectionate kiss – and not a creepy one! – on top of his head.

Samuel blinked. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad after all, he thought.

The final stop was in the kitchen. Samuel felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck as he thought about all the hours he spent in that room, long, humiliating hours doing menial tasks and "women's work" under the scrutiny of his bullying babysitter. For a moment he imagined himself naked on his hands and knees, the cool morning air tickling his bare bottom as he scrubbed the tile floor until it shined like a mirror. His face burned hot with shame as he thought about how foolish he must have looked, naked on all fours like his grandmother’s little pet.

“Baby doll? Hello? Is anybody home?”

Samuel blinked as he woke from his momentary reverie. He was glad to not be naked, not to be surrounded by leering smiles and taunting laughter. Instead, he was stunned as he stood next to the dining table, staring at a dozen trays and platters of brightly colored cookies, cupcakes and other delightful confectionery snacks. There must have been enough to feed his entire school! For an instant he thought maybe the old woman had gone into the bakery business for herself.

“So, baby doll, what do you think? You haven’t said anything.” Mrs. Tully beamed with pride. “I knew you’d be impressed by my little treats. Like I said, I take my Halloweens extra seriously!”

“Wow, it all looks so good,” Samuel said. He was truly impressed. “And there’s so much of it. Geez, Nana, this is a lot of stuff to give out.”

“That’s why I’m so glad you’re here to help,” the old woman said with a wink. “I give out so many treats, I don’t get many tricks at my house. Naughty boys tend to shy away from mean old ladies like me. That, or they change their ways so they don't miss out on my world famous chocolate dipped cookies.”

Samuel nodded, still in amazement at how different his babysitter was acting. But then she dropped a bombshell.

“Oh goodness, we’ve been so busy chitchatting and carrying on, I forgot the time. Come along, baby doll. You and I need to get to it!”

The anxious lad waited for his captor to begin the ritual that took place every other time he arrived at her house. If history was any indication, she would take a seat and pull him close and begin undoing his trousers … and then his shirt … until he was bare naked before her leering stare. Then his week of hell would begin, starting with the inevitable “warning spanking” … and then his enema … and then whatever evil plans her plump old lady heart could conjure up….

But none of that happened. It was weird how everything seemed so … normal? Samuel stared wide-eyed and slack jawed as his grandmother handed him a tray of individually wrapped chocolate dipped cookie treats and directed him toward the front of the house.

“We need to get everything ready, chop chop, hurry up! We’ve got plenty of time but it will all be gone if we don’t get a move on. Get along, baby doll! I’ve got five more trays for you to carry, and then I need you to help me set up the dining room ….”

For the next hour or so the old woman and young boy worked together like, well, like a real grandmother and grandson. Treats were positioned on the table near the front door, decorations were rearranged and made better, and the two chatted away as if they really were grandmother and grandson.

“Here you go, baby doll, why don’t you take these cupcakes into the dining room?” Mrs. Tully handed him a large glass platter. “There are two more, plus we need to set up the punch bowl and glasses. You don’t mind, do you, dear?”

Samuel grinned a genuine grin. He was actually having fun. “No, Nana, I don’t mind at all.”

The young boy was intrigued by the elaborate display of cupcakes that his babysitter had him set up in the dining room. There were countless designs, some with ghost faces, others with black cats, jack o’lanterns, ghouls, monsters and, of course, witches. Under Mrs. Tully’s direction he set them just so on the buffet and dining table, artfully arranged so as to create an enchanting scene that could have been from a movie. Then there were the glasses, punch bowl and accompanying accessories.

“Why are we putting all this in the dining room?” the puzzled youngster asked. “They’re not for the trick or treaters, are they?”

With a happy laugh the old woman shook her head. “Oh, goodness no! These are for a little party we’re having later tonight. I wouldn’t waste my cupcakes on those silly old trick or treaters. They wouldn’t appreciate such treasures. They’d just smash them up in their little treat bags and get them all gooey. That wouldn’t be any fun, would it?”

“No, Nana. It wouldn’t,” Samuel said with a nod.

Mrs. Tully winked. “All the more for us, hmm, baby doll?”

Samuel nodded again. It would indeed be a shame to waste such yummy treats on the other kids. They wouldn’t appreciate them at all. No, it was better to save the best for themselves.

“And maybe all the more for me,” he whispered wistfully.

It was at that point that Samuel’s stomach let out a rumble, one so loud that it could be heard throughout the house. The surprised lad froze in terror. Usually when his body made noises like that, well, bad things happened. His grandmother had a cure for such rude behavior, most often in the form of an enema.

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh, the worried boy thought to himself. His bottom tightened up as the image of that dreaded enema bag and that god awful nozzle flashed through his mind.

I don’t want that! Not now! Not tonight … oh gosh, please not tonight!

Please no please no pleasenopleasenopleasenopleasenooooooo ….

There it went again. Samuel almost had a heart attack as his belly let out another gurgle, followed by a third. Eyes clenched, he braced himself for the inevitable ….

“Excuse me?” The old woman laughed. “My goodness, baby doll, what in the world was that?”

“Sorry, Nana. I couldn’t help it.” The anxious child bit his lip and made an attempt to smile. “The cupcakes and cookies look so good, I guess I’m a little hungry.”

Mrs. Tully sighed. “Oh baby doll, I am so sorry. We’ve been so busy getting ready for Halloween. I bet you haven’t had supper, have you? Hmm? Hmmm? Well, we’ll have to fix that!”

The next thing he knew, Samuel was led into the kitchen, hand in hand with his grandmother. He felt like he was in a daze as he was directed to sit at the table where he was presented with a plate of cupcakes, four in all, brightly colored in the Halloween theme and absolutely delicious looking. He watched in amazement as the old woman opened up a bottle of soda pop and poured it into a tall glass with ice.

“Here you go, baby doll. I know it’s not a proper supper, but we won’t tell your mother.” Mrs. Tully gave him a sly look. “After all, it is Halloween, hmm?”

Samuel couldn’t believe his good fortune. This experience was unlike any other he had in the little cottage at the end of the lane. It was as if he had fallen into another world. Normally he would be standing at the table in his birthday suit and an aching bottom, eating unseasoned steamed spinach and broccoli and cauliflower; afterwards an evening of misery would inevitably follow.

But not tonight, apparently. Instead, here he was, surrounded by all sorts of fun Halloween decorations, stuffing his face with yummy sweet and creamy cupcakes. Compared to his previous visits, this was heavenly; pleasant conversation, all the treats he could eat … what more could he ask for?

What more, indeed!

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“Well, it’s getting close to that time,” Mrs. Tully suddenly announced. With a wink and a grin, the large woman stood and adjusted her witch’s hat and dress. “You better get your costume on, baby doll. Unless you plan on going out trick or treating dressed like you’re on your way to school.”

Samuel looked down at his half eaten cupcake and pouted. “Mom didn’t get my costume. She was in too much of hurry and forgot it.”

“You didn’t bring your costume? Well, that’s just terrible!” The old woman shook her head in sympathy and made a pouty face. “What was it? I bet it was very nice.”

“It was great!" replied the frustrated child. He was glad to have a sympathetic ear to share his pain. "It was Iron Man, you know, the super hero? I made it myself, using cardboard and glue and spray paint. I even had lights for it, with batteries and everything. It looks just like in the comic books and the cartoon!”

“That’s amazing!” Mrs. Tully’s eyes were wide with wonder. “I wish we had time to go get it, but children are starting to come out into the street.”

Samuel sighed. “That’s all right, Nana. I can just stay here and help give out treats. I don’t mind.”

The old woman put her hands on her hips. “Now, don’t fret, pumpkin. I’m sure we can come up with something here. I’ll tell you what, you finish up your cookies and I’ll go dig around upstairs. I’ve got some old costumes from when I used to babysit some other little children a few years ago. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. We’ll find something fun for you to wear. I promise!”

Samuel finished up his cupcake and drained the last of his soda pop. He felt a belch coming on and tried in vain to stifle it.

“URP!!!” He looked around to see if Mrs. Tully heard him. As you know, she normally didn’t respond well to such sounds.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” the youngster said when he realized he was alone. He looked over at the pile of treats with a smile. “I wonder if I can eat just one more cupcake ….”

Samuel was midway through his fifth cupcake when he heard his grandmother appeared at the door. She smiled to see him stuffing the remainder of the sugary pastry into his mouth. His face was smeared with pink and white frosting, giving him an almost infantile appearance.

“Okay, baby doll, let's wash your face and then go into the parlor.” Mrs. Tully giggled. “Hurry up, little piggy. I’ve got some things for you to look at and we’ve very little time to make a decision. The doorbell will be ringing in a few minutes and we still have to get you ready.”

Samuel wasn’t completely surprised by what his grandmother laid out for him to choose from. Disappointed, but not surprised. True to her word, she had several boxes containing Halloween costumes, some for boys, some for girls. But they were all old, store bought outfits, cheaply made and not even close to the cool Iron Man costume he had at home. To make things even worse, most were way too small for him, designed for grade schoolers, not for someone in junior high school.

“I don’t think these are going to fit, Nana.” He tried not to sound let down, but it was difficult. “That’s all right. I don’t have to dress up this year, I guess.”

“Oh, baby doll, they’re not that bad,” Mrs. Tully said sweetly. “I bet we can squeeze you in this one. It looks to be about your size.”

Samuel frowned as the old woman opened a box and held up a Flash superhero costume. The Flash was pretty cool, but this costume was not. The youngster cringed to see the cheap plastic mask and the flimsy material.

“Naw, that’s all right. I can just do without.”

“I won’t hear another word,” the old woman insisted. “Take off your clothes and let’s see how it looks, all right?”

Samuel felt a familiar ache in his stomach. Against his better judgment the nervous boy stripped down to his whitey-tighties and slipped into the slick red nylon suit. It sort of fit, but not really. He could move his legs all right, but the seams were worn and loose. Worse, his body was so plump the fastenings just barely closed. He looked in the mirror and let out a deep breath of despair when he saw his underwear peeking out the back.

“Now see, that’s not so bad,” Mrs. Tully said in her normal voice. “It’s nearly a perfect fit!”

“No it isn’t,” he said bitterly. “This sucks.”

“Don’t say ‘sucks,’ baby doll,” the old woman cooed. “That’s rude, and rude boys don’t get to go trick or treating.”

“Yes, Nana,” Samuel said with a nod. He gritted his teeth as he realized he’d let his guard down. As nice as she seemed at the moment, his babysitter was still capable of ruining his evening.

Mrs. Tully suddenly went into her “witch voice,” startling the youngster. “Don’t look so sad, my pretty! We’re going to find you a costume and you’re going to have fun … whether you like it or not! He he he he heeee!”

The surprised youngster pursed his lips and tried not to laugh out loud. It was so funny, almost fun, seeing the old woman acting so cheerful and playful. He did giggle a little bit, though, which only encouraged his babysitter’s erratic behavior.

“Come along, my pretty! Let’s see what other disguises and spells we can conjure up! Heeeee he he he he heeeee!!!!”

Together, babysitter and child went through the stack of costumes, sorting them according to size and likability. Thank goodness, most of the girl’s costumes were labeled too young (and small!) to fit him. Unfortunately, it was the same with most of the boy costumes as well. Samuel felt funny standing before his grandmother in his whitey tighties, but he didn’t say anything for fear of giving her any funny ideas.

It was getting close to six o’clock and the voices of children could be heard down the street. Still, they hadn’t found anything to Samuel’s liking. He was tugging in vain at the waistband of a worn out Batman costume; like the others, it almost fit him – soooo close, but not quite – and the cheap plastic mask was all cracked and ruined. By this time he was desperate.

“This isn’t fair!” he cried. “I’m going to miss out on Halloween and trick or treating and everything, all because my stupid mom forgot my stupid costume! I told her we should go get it before coming over here, but she wouldn’t do it! She’s so stupid sometimes. It’s just not fair!”

SMACK!!!

The stunned lad let out a yelp so loud he scared himself. A sharp, fire-like sensation burned his thigh through the crinkly nylon material, and he felt tears of pain burning his eyes.

“Samuel Oliver! We do NOT use that kind of language in this house! And we do NOT talk about our mothers that way? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!!???”

Samuel looked up to see Mrs. Tully glaring at him. Still dressed in all her witch’s glory, she struck a fierce pose as she reached down and grabbed him by the hair on the side of his head. Holding him captive with one hand, she used the other to undo the back of his costume and slide it down his body. He felt sick to his stomach as she then grabbed at the elastic waistband of his whitey-tighties and tugged downward. In a flash he was bare naked as the day he was born!

“Noooooo,” the panicked boy cried. “I’m sorry, Nana! I promise, I’m so sorry!”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, baby doll," his babysitter said with a chuckle. “I cannot believe what you just said about your mother. Such ugly talk from such a good little boy! And after all she does for you? Shame on you, baby doll … shame on you, indeed!”

The old woman took a seat on the sofa, dragging the helpless child with her. Samuel felt himself being pulled across her ample lap. He tried to resist, refusing at first to bend over, but her grip on his arm was strong and his resolve was weak. The next thing he knew he was face down, staring at the floor, his bare butt facing the ceiling. The black satin and gauze material of the witch costume felt weird against his bare skin. Even weirder was the touch of her hand as she rubbed her palm over his plump, fleshy bottom and gave it a little smack. Muscle memory kicked in and the terrified lad started sobbing like a little baby.

“I’m sorry, Nana! I really am! I didn’t mean it! I promise, I didn’t mean it!” he cried. “Please, don’t spank me! Please, no spanking!”

“Oh hush! I haven’t done anything yet, baby doll,” Mrs. Tully said. Her voice was weirdly warm and cheerful; it was as though it was her birthday and she’d been given a present to open.

“You know what’s wrong, don't you?” the old woman cooed. “We didn’t get our warning spanking, did we? Um-hmm. Well, that’s my fault, baby doll. I was so excited about Halloween and I was so happy when I heard you were going to spend it with me, I forgot all about our warning spanking. But don’t you worry, babydoll. Nana won’t let that ever happen again, nuh uh-uh ….”

SLAP!!! A hard smack on Samuel’s fleshy bottom felt as though someone had set him on fire. The poor lad tried to lie still and show a stoic face, but the next WHAP!!! took his breath away. By the third hit he was sobbing heavily and by the time the count came to seven he was squirming and writhing and bawling away like a much younger child.

THWACK!!!

“Ow-wow-wow-wow! Please Nana … *gasp* … please … stop ….”

SMACK!!!

“NANA!!! *GASP!* NO!!! PLEASE!!! *GASP!* STOP!!! PLEASE GOD STOP!!!”

WHACK!!! SLAP!!! WHAP!!!

“AAAARRRRRGHHHH!!!! *GASP!* NANAAAAAA!!! *GASP!* PLEEEEEEEEASSSSSE!!!”

As spankings go, it wasn’t the worst he ever had. If he’d counted he might have been pleased to know it was only a dozen or so whacks, not nearly as many as he typically received. Plus, his babysitter used her bare hand and not the dreaded hairbrush, which was the bane of his existence. Yes, it could have been worse, he supposed. However, in the wake of such promising beginning to his evening, it felt as bad as any other he’d gotten in the past.

This isn't right, Samuel thought to himself. This isn't right at all! I'm twelve years old. I'm not some stupid little kid! I'm in junior high school. I shouldn't have to go through any of this kind of stuff!

Afterward, Mrs. Tully wasted no time in getting back to the task at hand. She stood the naked and beaten boy in the middle of the parlor and resumed rummaging through her collection of children’s costumes for something suitable for him to wear. After eliminating all of the outfits that were too small or too worn out, there wasn’t much left. It was down to just a few, and it was up to Samuel to decide.

The tearful lad cringed to see his babysitter open up one of three remaining boxes and pull out a pink ballerina princess outfit, complete with fairy wings.

“Mmmm, I really like this one,” cooed Mrs. Tully. “You would look so adorable in this, don’t you think? See, a pretty pink dress to match your pretty pink bottom? Isn’t that funny?”

“Please, Nana, don’t make me wear that,” begged the naked lad. “I don’t want to dress like a girl. Please, I don’t wanna. Not a girl's dress! Anything but a girl’s dress!”

“Oh, nobody will give a care if you wear something pretty, trust me,” the old woman said with a laugh. “It’s Halloween. Boys and girls dress up in all sorts of cute and fun things. Nobody pays attention to who does what. Last year Marlene wore her father’s old army uniform and nobody said a thing. And believe me, this will be a lot more fun than some old army clothes.”

Samuel was in disbelief as his babysitter guided his arms into the slippery material and pulled the girlish costume over his head. He felt sick to his stomach as she tugged and pulled him this way and that, adjusting the fit until it was “just right.”

The crossdressed child stared at his reflection in the mirror with utter horror. He looked absolutely ridiculous, of course. This was his ultimate nightmare, being dressed as a girl by his hated babysitter! Unlike the other costumes, the leotard and tutu fit him perfectly and the material was brand new. He was appalled to see how the flimsy wings gave him a most definite fairy-like appearance. With a little work on his curly hair and some make up he might have passed for a real live girl. Maybe.

But no … this would never do! His pride would not allow it. He had to put an end to this horror – and fast!

“Pleeeeeeeassssssse ... Nana … Don’t make me go out like this! I’ll just die!”

“Oh, pish posh! Don’t be so melodramatic. You won’t die. Clothes can’t kill you.”

“I know, Nana,” he said politely. “But my friends might.”

Samuel made an ugly face. He felt extremely ill at ease, being bare bottomed beneath the girlish costume. He hoped his reluctance to cooperate didn’t lead to another spanking. He didn’t think he could endure another quite so soon.

The old woman laughed. “Oh nonsense! I’ll make up your face, put a little rouge on those cute cheeks and brighten your eyes with some eyeliner ... your friends will never know who you are. Just think how much fun it’ll be if you fool them. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

The crossdressed lad shook his head in desperation. That old witch was crazy! He knew from experience that she’d do everything she threatened without hesitation. She’d always treated him like a sissy and this was the ultimate humiliation. He had to stop this right now!

“No! It won’t be fun! Please, Nana, anything but a girl’s dress! I’ll wear anything!”

“Are you sure?” The costumed woman winked. “We’d make a perfect pair, an ugly old witch and a pretty fairy princess, handing out candy to all the little boys and girls. The wicked witch and her pretty sissy fairy assistant. Wouldn’t that be so much fuuuuuuuuunnn?”

The horrified boy clasped his hands together in desperation. “No! It wouldn’t be fun … not for me! Please, Nana, don’t make me wear this! Please please pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease OH PLEEEEEEEEEASSSSSSE?”

Mrs. Tully sighed a dramatic sigh of disappointment. She made a comical character in her witch costume.

“Well, all right. If you say so. I do have a couple of other options.” She presented two packages to the crossdressed child. “Some of the pieces are missing, but you can still wear whichever you like.”

Samuel looked with puzzlement at the two boxes. One said “Tarzan the Ape Man, Lord of the Jungle” and had a photo showing a young boy in a suede leather vest, matching shorts and moccasins. Hanging from his waist was an authentic bowie knife in a leather sheath. The other said “Mars, God of War.” It depicted a youngster wearing plastic armor and a winged helmet. A sword hung from his waist and his hands held a bow and arrow.

Samuel was intrigued by the possibilities of both costumes. He thought for a moment and pointed to the Tarzan box. The Mars costume with its bow and arrow were pretty neat, but that might get in the way of carrying his bag of treats.

“How about the Tarzan one, Nana?” he asked, his plump face full of hope. “It looks pretty neat.”

The old woman smiled. “I hoped you’d choose that, baby doll. I know how you love your rugged super heroes. Back in my day Tarzan was considered very masculine. Good choice.”

“I’ve seen the cartoon,” the youngster said politely.

Samuel quickly got out of the hated ballet costume and handed it to an amused Mrs. Tully. He was almost happy to be naked – just for a moment, at least – but suddenly there was chorus of “trick or treat!” from outside. The voices were getting closer and closer. Samuel looked down at his chubby, exposed body, then up at his babysitter.

“Uh-oh, we’ve got company coming.” The plump woman’s face beamed with delight. “Isn’t this exciting?”

“You’re … you’re not going to make me answer the door without any clothes, are you, Nana?” he asked, his voice weak with terror.

The old woman laughed to hear such talk! You’d have thought she’d just heard the funniest joke in the world. Only it wasn’t all that funny to poor Samuel.

“Oh, for goodness sake, why would you say such a thing? After all the trouble I’ve gone through to find you a costume? Make you answer the door naked? Perish the thought, child. Perish the thought!”

A moment later the bewildered boy stood before the mirror, feeling somewhat confused and more than a little disappointed. That stupid Tarzan outfit was nothing at all like what was depicted on the box. Instead of the suede leather vest and shorts, the whole of it consisted of little more than two small squares of coarse fabric tied together with string about as thick as a shoelace; one square covered his privates in the front and the other covered his bare bottom in the back. There was nothing else to it. No vest, no shorts, no knife, and no moccasins.

Nothing. At. All.

The scantily clad lad’s heart raced with panic. He'd been tricked again. Of course. He should have known better, but he had a moment of weakness.

This was not good. Not good at all.

Samuel Oliver stared in shock at his reflection. Of all the ridiculous things his grandmother made him wear since his first visit, that stupid loincloth was about the most embarrassing thing ever! The front piece was barely wide enough to cover his pubic area, reaching, leaving his bare hips to be viewed by anyone who bothered looking. The backside just covered his crack and barely reached to the bottom of his cheeks.

Holy crap, he thought in a panic. This is worse than if I was wearing my whitey-tighties! She’s not really going to make me go in front of people like this, is she?

Turning sideways, both left and right, Samuel blanched to see his bare hips and the rounded curve of his plump buttocks peeking from under the skimpy material; all he could see was that stupid string that held everything together! Yep, if anyone saw him sideways they’d think he wasn’t wearing anything.

Holy CRAP!!!

Viewing from behind was just plain embarrassing; it would take little more than a modest breeze or a curious hand to flip up the cloth and expose his pale pink bottom! Even worse, what if the string broke? Or if someone pulled the knots loose? That would be bad. Very bad.

“Nana, I can’t wear this,” he pleaded, stamping his bare feet on the hardwood floor. That was a mistake as it caused the thin material to flip and expose his penis and balls as well as his bare bottom. “I’m naked under this stupid thing! People are gonna laugh at me!”

“Oh, nonsense! You look just like Tarzan!” Mrs. Tully purred, clapping her hands together like a little child. She was obviously pleased with what she saw. “Don’t you just love it?”

The frustrated youngster frowned. “What about I wear this over my pants? Or at least my underwear? I can’t go out looking like … like I'm naked, Nana! I can't go trick or treating with no pants on!”

“What? I thought you wanted to be a macho, rough and tough super hero?” The costumed babysitter shook her head in mock confusion. “My goodness, you’d never see the mighty Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle wearing pants under his uniform. Good Lord, that would be ridiculous!”

There was a moment of silence as Samuel tried to think of something to say. It’s difficult to argue about much of anything when your bare butt is showing.

“You can always go back to being a pretty fairy princess,” his babysitter said with a mischievous wink. "Think about how fun that will be, the wicked old witch and her prisoner, the precious fairy princess, handing out candy to all those boys and girls! Why, the whole town will be talking about us, we’ll be so popular!"

Samuel was horrified at the thought of parading about in a girl’s dress and make up in front of anybody, much less an audience of other children. What if word got back to his friends at school? What if Jimmy and Steven heard about it? Oh gosh! What if they saw him, all prissy and prancing about in that stupid tutu and fairy wings? They teased him enough about being a mama’s boy. If they saw him dressed like a girl, they’d know for sure what kind of sissy he really was. They’d never let him live it down! He’s have to move away, maybe as far as Australia, and start his life all over again.

The frustrated child sighed. He looked at the box and then down at himself. Maybe he should reconsider his situation. With just a flimsy piece of cloth over his privates and his bare bottom, he wasn’t completely naked. Just mostly naked, as if that made any sense. But that was all right. If it was good enough for Tarzan, it was good enough for him!

At least it’s better than wearing a stupid girl's dress, he thought to himself.

“Okay, Nana, this is all right, I guess. But … what about the rest of Tarzan’s stuff?” Samuel treaded carefully with his questions. He didn’t want to upset his grandmother, but he had to know the answer. “Where’s that jacket thing? And what about the bowie knife?”

“Nuh-uuuuh! I’m not giving you a dangerous weapon to play with!” The old woman looked quite at ease in her witch’s disguise as she lectured the nearly naked boy. “Trust me, baby doll, you’ll have just as much fun without that nasty thing!”

“You mean, there’s not even shoes?” The frustrated lad did his best to be polite as he spoke. “Nana, don’t get mad, but isn’t there anything else?”

Mrs. Tully thought for a moment. “Well, come to think of it, there is something else that could go with that. Hold on a minute, let me look and see where it is ….”

The old woman dug around in the boxes for a moment, then went upstairs. She came back with a great big smile and something behind her back. Samuel held his breath; but then he let loose a sigh of disappointment as he was given a small stuffed monkey. This was supposed to complete his “Tarzan” outfit? He sighed again. It didn’t look at all like a chimpanzee; it looked like something a little kid might own, with a cute little pink face with black beads for eyes and red heart-shape mouth. Its long arms were stitched together to make a loop. The curly headed child looked at it for a moment, then looked up at his babysitter.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked suspiciously. “Tarzan didn’t carry a stuffed animal.”

“Oh, you silly thing! That’s Tarzan’s little friend, Cheetah,” the smiling woman explained. “He went with Tarzan on all of his adventures. Kind of like you will tonight when you go trick or treating.”

Samuel rolled his eyes. “But Nana … that’s no help! I’m still naked under this stupid thing!”

“Not another word! If you keep complaining, I’ll make you go as the Invisible Man. You know what he wore, don’t you?” The mischievous babysitter grinned as the baffled boy shook his head. “Nothing! The Invisible Man’s clothes weren’t invisible, silly! He had to go around naked because people would see his clothes and know where he was.”

The old woman put her finger to the side of her head as if in a moment of divine inspiration. “Oh, I like that idea! I like it a lot! What about it, baby doll? Don’t you think it would be fun to go trick or treating as the Invisible Man? Hmm? Hmmm? I wonder if people would notice if you went collecting candy with no clothes on?”

Samuel stared at the bully of a babysitter as if she’d lost her mind. The terrified boy shook his head again, this time with the greatest vigor. He knew better than to argue with his guardian, but he had to be careful; one misstep and total disaster was certain. Writing off trick or treating and going to the big party at the park, he reasoned that if he just did as he was told, gave out some candy and hid in the house, he might get through the night without completely embarrassing himself. Or ruining his life.

“No, please … don’t make me go outside naked, Nana. I … I, um, like this costume just fine. Tarzan is great, I promise!”

“I thought you might see it my way. I’m not being mean, baby doll. I’m just trying to help.” Mrs. Tully gave him a sly smile. “It’s not too late for you to put on that cute little dress if you change your mind.”

“Nooooo … I’d rather … just go like this … I guess.”

Our young hero was not at all happy. It was clear his grandmother wanted him to wear the princess dress and fairy wings; and since he wasn’t cooperating she was calling his bluff. And he knew from bitter experience she would do exactly as she said. It wouldn’t bother her if he answered the door in a tutu or his birthday suit. The woman had no fear of anything. There wasn’t anything he could do be grin and bear his misfortune. With any luck the only people who’d see him would be a bunch of little kids from a school he didn’t go to. He could live with that. Maybe.

Samuel’s eyes suddenly went wide with fright as the shout of “trick or treat!” came from the front porch. He knew that just a few feet away was a crowd of children who would be shocked if not amused to see his state of dress. Or undress, to be more accurate.

Mrs. Tully gave her grandson a mocking, knowing smile.

“Uh-oh, better hurry up, sweetheart. Your public awaits!”

***

When the doorbell finally rang Samuel was left to answer it all by himself. For some reason Mrs. Tully was on the phone, which was really frustrating. Surely she didn’t expect him to greet all those people for the first time on his own! Not dressed in that stupid loincloth! But apparently that’s exactly what she did expect; by the third ring she snapped her fingers and gave him a look that said he had no other choice. He picked up a tray of gift-wrapped chocolate dipped cookie treats, took a deep breath and opened the door. He then braced himself for whatever came next.

“Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Give us something good to eat!”

Samuel was shocked by what he saw! It was a group of mostly little children and their parents, nearly a dozen in all. The adults were standing in the yard admiring Mrs. Tully’s extravagant decorations while the children were on the porch staring at him with eager anticipation. The smallest children – a mix of preschoolers and first graders it seemed – were dressed in a variety of homemade costumes. Their reaction to Samuel’s appearance ranged from wild giggling to complete indifference.

“Trick or treat! Trick or treat!” some of them repeated. “Give us something good to eat!”

“Hey, he ain’t got any clothes on!” one little boy shouted. “What kind of costume is that?”

“Who cares! I want my treats!” fussed another.

“Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Give us something good to eat!” the other children sang in chorus. “Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Give us something good to eat!”

Samuel Oliver gritted his teeth and pretended not to hear any of it. Instead he focused on handing out the precious treats, one to each child, and acting as if this was something he did every day of the week. It wasn’t easy, but it was the only thing he could think of to do.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Everybody gets one. Here you go, one for you and one for you … and one for you ….”

He felt so foolish, standing in the middle of the door, the porch light shining down from above like a spotlight; with barely a stitch to cover his plump body, he was the center of attention of more children than he could count, handing out treats and enduring all sorts of amused smiles and snicker and giggles. This was his nightmare come true … and the evening had just begun!

The last child of that first group was older than the others, looking to be about Samuel’s age, in fact. He was dressed as a hobo, complete with fake beard, patchwork pants and a stick with a bandana wrapped in a bundle.

“So, who are you supposed to be?” the hobo said with a soft, musical laugh.

Samuel froze. The hobo’s voice didn’t sound right; neither did his eyes and lips. It took the nearly naked boy a moment to realize he was actually looking at a girl. A girl old enough to be in his junior high school class!

Holy crap!

The frightened lad cleared his throat and licked his lips before he spoke. “I’m … er, Tarzan. You know, from the movies?”

The girl-hobo looked him up and down, her eyes locking in on his loincloth.

“Tarzan, huh? You don’t look much like him.” She giggled excitedly. “You’re not wearing anything under that, are you? I can see the sides of your butt, you know.”

Samuel blushed and nodded. His hands trembled as he handed her a treat; in turn, she grabbed onto his wrist, gripping it so tight he couldn’t pull away. It was like he was in a dream and couldn’t wake up, he was so frightened.

The girl smiled at him, not in mean way, but as if she was more curious than anything else. “Sooooo … you’re almost naked, huh?” He nodded again and she giggled again. “Isn’t it embarrassing?”

Samuel felt his face glow with shame. “Yes.”

“I thought so. That is sooooo cool!” His new admirer laughed. “I’d just die if I had to wear something like that for Hallween!”

It was at that point that a few of the mothers stepped onto the porch and mercifully interrupted. The girl released Samuel's wrist and stepped back so the women could come closer.

“Ooooo, I just love your little costume!” one of the asked. “Are you Tarzan?”

He nodded and the women all smiled and chattered about how good he looked in his skimpy outfit.

“Well, you’re very cute,” a second woman said with a mischievous wink. She reached out and touched him on the shoulder. “Turn around for us so we can see everything.”

Samuel did as he was told. He blushed from head to toe as he realized he was giving them all a free show. He wanted to adjust that stupid string around his waist and make sure his bare bottom wasn’t completely exposed, but he had that stupid tray in his hands.

The adults all laughed very lady-like laughs, and comments of approval caused the youngster to glow with embarrassment.

“See, I told you he didn’t have anything else on!” one of them whispered loudly. “How adorable is that?”

“Look at that sweet little tushie,” cooed a second voice. “Don’t you love it?”

“It’s not often you see a boy that’s this pretty,” yet another said excitedly. “I wish I could take him home with me!”

“Would you like to come home with us?” the first lady said, a flirtatious wink punctuating her words. “Oh look! He’s blushing! Now I know I’m in love with this child!”

Samuel stood awkwardly before the group of women and listened patiently as they discussed his appearance. It wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to him, but it was still awkward if not downright demeaning!

“Love his hair!” “That sweet face …!” “… and those lips!”

After a few minutes of harmless teasing the women decided it was time to leave.

“What do you say, children?” asked one of the mothers. “Be nice to Mr. Tarzan.”

“Thank you,” the kids all sang in chorus, including the girl-hobo.

One of the prettiest ladies reached down and ruffled Samuel’s hair. “Be sure to tell Mrs. Tully we said thank you for the treats, Tarzan!”

Samuel nodded. “I will,” he croaked nervously.

The girl-hobo lingered behind as the crowd of children and adults headed down the sidewalk. Samuel stood silent as she looked him over again, her eyes alight with pleasure.

“My mom’s right. You really are cute!” she said with a happy laugh. “Especially your butt!”

Samuel cleared his throat. “I, um … can’t help it,” he said hoarsely.

The girl giggled. “Well, I’m sorry she didn’t take you home with us. We could have had some fun!”

And with that she ran off the porch and the first group of trick or treaters was served and gone.

Whew!

The next few visitors weren’t so bad. It was early, so there were mostly toddlers and kindergarteners and elementary school kids, along with their parents. Some reacted to Samuel’s skimpy costume while others ignored it. Those who noticed it responded differently, some laughing, some staring and others confused. When asked, he patiently explained that he was “Tarzan the Ape Man, Lord of the Jungle.” That brought a lot of smiles and laughter, more than he would have predicted.

“Who?” some of the littler kids responded. “Tarzan didn’t have curly hair! You don’t look like him! No way!”

“Oh, that’s pretty neat, I guess,” said others before digging into their chocolate Halloween treats.

To Samuel’s chagrin, several parents loved his costume, saying things like “Haha, I remember that! Nice costume!” and “Wow, that’s pretty authentic!” and “I could never wear that when I was a kid!”

A few mothers expressed concern with comments such as “Aw, how cute. But isn’t that thing kind of skimpy?” and “Aren’t you cold, sweetie?”

Not wanting to explain himself any more than he had to, the blushing boy would simply force a grin and say, “Oh, I’m fine. Happy Halloween!”

I mean, what else could he say?

Oddly enough, the larger the crowd, the safer Samuel felt, which was the opposite of what he expected. Not that he was enjoying the attention, heck no! He just felt like he was less noticeable when the kids in the back couldn’t see what he was wearing until they got their treats, and then they were off to the next house. Of course, there was also the excitement of getting one of Mrs. Tully’s chocolate dipped cookie treats, which were apparently something of a neighborhood legend.

Indeed, it amazed Samuel how much foot traffic there was in front of his babysitter’s house, more than the bewildered boy had ever seen before. Over time the crowd grew and grew, way beyond his expectations, the line going all the way out to the street. Word had apparently spread and everyone from the neighborhood wanted their annual chocolate fix from the mysterious woman who lived at the end of the lane.

At one point the besieged boy had more than two or three dozen children clawing at him, putting his duties – and his dignity! – in peril. His loincloth loosened on him several times, forcing him to re-tie the little strings or risk going without anything at all to wear. It was an awkward predicament, to say the least!

Samuel was nearly at his limit when his grandmother finally showed up to help. He later wondered if she had left him on his own on purpose. What he didn’t know was the old witch had been watching him all along, enjoying his frustration and embarrassment with childish cruelty and a rapture he would never quite understand.

“Poor little thing! Are you having a rough time of it?” Mrs. Tully purred as she gave the rattled boy a little hug and a kiss in front of his audience. “Here, baby doll, I’ll take care of the trays and hand the treats to you. Then you can give them to your little friends.”

“They’re not my friends,” Samuel grumbled. His unhappiness was ignored and he readied himself for the next wave of trick or treaters. “Can’t I just stay inside and hand stuff to you, Nana? I feel funny standing at the door like this.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “People can see my butt!”

“Oh nonsense! Nobody cares about your fat little bottom. You’re doing fine. Look at all the smiles you get when everyone sees you. You’re making people happy, which is what Halloween is all about! Now, take these treats, smile and let’s have us some fun!”

The pair made quite a comical contrast, the ever effervescent Mrs. Tully in her humongous witch costume, and the diminutive Samuel in his flimsy little loincloth and pink, plump body, working as a team to hand out chocolate dipped cookies to the onslaught of eager trick or treaters. Their appearance was as unique as the amazing homemade treats they handed out and everyone who saw them agreed that the two were a very odd couple, indeed!

Samuel’s nearly nude state never left his mind. Occasionally he’d allow his fingertips to touch the bare skin along his hips, a reality check that, yes, he really was almost naked in front of all these strange people; the realization was both terrifying and thrilling, and he was having trouble figuring out how he was supposed to feel about it.

After a while the self-conscious child came up with a brilliant idea! During a pause in the action he went and got that silly stuffed monkey and put its arms around his neck and let it hang on his chest. As much as he didn’t like the dumb thing when he first saw it, at least now it hid part of his body from view. He hoped that might distract people from his nearly naked state. Plus, having “Cheetah” close by also made his Tarzan costume a little bit believable. Despite his efforts at camouflage, however, he still continued to get the occasional ugly comment, mostly from older kids.

"Ape man? More like 'monkey boy' if you ask me!"

“Look at that stupid costume! You can see his bare butt!”

“Ew, are those titties? Boy boobs! Boy boobs! How gross!”

All of that teasing really hurt Samuel, which was understandable. But he did his best to hold his head up and ignore the naysayers. More than once Mrs. Tully suggested that if he wasn’t comfortable there was still time to put on the fairy princess costume.

“Oh no, Nana, I’m fine,” he assured her. “This is fun! I promise … I’m having a great time!”

The one thing that gave Samuel comfort was he didn’t recognize anybody and nobody seemed to recognize him. Not yet, at least. He was also surprised when some of the other kids and their parents took up for him when the teasing got out of hand.

“Don’t let those boys upset you, sweetheart,” said the mother of one young girl in a golden princess costume. “They’re just a bunch of hooligans. I think your costume is wonderful!”

“Yeah, I do too,” added the tiny princess. “Forget what those mean ol’ boys say. I think … I think … you’re … adorable!” she squealed with a silly giggle.

Everyone, even Mrs. Tully, burst out laughing on that one. Everyone except for the blushing Samuel, of course.

“You better watch out, baby doll,” teased the old woman. “You’re getting quite the fan club.”

Time flew by and daylight eventually faded. It was nearly dark when Marlene Miller, the little girl from next door, showed up. As much as he dreaded seeing her, Samuel couldn’t take his eyes off her costume; she was adorned in an elaborate “Wonder Woman” costume, complete with crown, cape and boots. Compared to his skimpy “monkey boy” outfit, she looked quite intimidating and almost pretty.

Wow, he thought to himself. I think Marlene grew real boobs! When did that happen?

“Hey, Sambo, what in the world are you wearing?”

Marlene beamed with delightful surprise when she saw Samuel in his scanty loincloth. Her eyes locked in on his pubic area in the front and when he turned to the side they followed up the back of his legs to the crease just below his bare bum. Her face turned red as she realized the nature of her arch enemy’s costume. She’d seen him naked on several occasions the previous summer, courtesy of her friend, the mischievous but kindly Mrs. Irma Tully. She just hadn’t expected to see quite so much of him on Halloween night!

The twelve year old girl cleared her throat and licked her lips. “Or maybe I ought to say, what in the world aren’t you wearing?”

Needless to say, our young hero did not feel like talking. He hated when Marlene called him names like “Sambo” and “Samantha” and “sissy.” He wished she’d either call him by his real name or just not say anything at all.

Not saying anything would be even more perfect, he thought to himself.

“Go away, Marlene! Nobody wants you around here! I’ve got … you know, stuff to do.”

The freckle-faced girl put her hands on her hips in a show of force; Samuel Oliver was the one person on this earth who did not intimate her. She wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and she was quick to make that clear!

“Sorry to burst your bubble, pretty boy, but I was invited. Your grandmother called a little while ago and asked me to come over, so deal with it!”

Samuel sighed. Of course Mrs. Tully invited her to visit. Why wouldn’t she? That crazy old woman was always looking for ways to make his life miserable. Calling that stupid ol’ Marlene Miller over for a visit only made sense if the goal was to completely ruin his Halloween.

Daggone it!!!

Compared to Samuel, Marlene really was having a wonderful time. The costumed girl’s eyes lit up when she realized how angry she’d made the blushing boy with just a few simple words. This was the kind of thing she thrived on. Where at one time she had been shy, almost painfully so when it came to dealing with boys, her interactions with Samuel had given her a confidence that could only be described as formidable.

“What’s the matter, baby doll? Is the wittle sissy having a bad night? Is hims not having any fun?”

Samuel frowned. “I was until you got here. I was doing just fine. Go away, Marlene! Go away and leave me alone!”

“Aw, don’t be such a wimpy whiner. I’m here to take you trick or treating. Come on, we’re going to have some fun!”

Samuel blinked. “You … you’re … what?”

“You heard me,” Marlene said. “Your Nana told us that you don’t know the neighborhood very well and she’s afraid you might get lost. So I’m here to take you around and introduce you to everybody!”

“Introduce me … to everybody …?” The baffled lad shook his head. “Forget it! I’m not going anywhere with YOU!”

“Aw, is the wittle sissy afwaid hims might get losted? Is hims afwaid of the boogie man?” The gleeful girl giggled. “Don’t be scared, ‘Samantha.’ I’ll take good care of you. I promise!”

Samuel was bursting with anger. He so wanted to knock that stupid girl down and run inside his babysitter’s house and hide. But that obviously wasn’t going to happen. With his luck Mrs. Tully would probably beat his bare bottom and make him go anyway. He steadied himself, took a deep breath and concentrated on not getting all teary eyed.

“I’m not afraid of getting lost!” he grumbled. “I’m just not going trick or treating with you! Not with you or anybody! Just go away and leave me alone!”

Well, his timing couldn’t have been worse. It was right then that Old Lady Tully showed up in all of her witchy glory, carrying a fresh tray of chocolate treats for her adoring fans.

“Who’s not going trick or treating?” she cooed. Her voice oozed with mock sincerity. It was obvious she’d been eavesdropping; now she was playing along and making fun of Samuel’s unfortunate situation.

“What’s the matter, baby doll? Why don’t you want to go trick or treating?” She sang the words like she was talking to a kindergartener. “You’re not being shy, are you? Poor thing! I’m sure Marlene will be happy to guide you around the neighborhood. You’ll do that for our little baby doll, won’t you, dear?”

“You got that right!” The leering girl’s zealous grin spelled trouble for the besieged lad. “He’ll have a great time! I’m going to make sure he visits every house in the neighborhood and I’m going to make sure everybody knows who he is!”

Mrs. Tully clapped her hands. “Then it’s settled. You two go have a grand time. I’ll take care of things here, no problem!”

Samuel looked down at his plump, nearly naked body. There was no way he wanted perfectly good strangers to see his chubby belly, much less his girlish nipples and bare bottom. There had to be some way of getting out of this mess, but he had to choose his words wisely.

“Um, I think I’ll just stay here and help you, Nana,” the contrite child said politely. “You might get another big crowd and, well, I don’t really wanna go trick or treating after all. Thank you for the offer anyway.”

“Oh nonsense!” the mischievous matron chirped. “What little boy doesn’t want to go trick or treating? That’s ridiculous! Go and have your fun. I’ll be fine. It’s not like I haven’t done this before by myself. Go on, baby doll. Go with Marlene and enjoy yourself!”

Marlene Miller grabbed his hand and pulled. “You heard her, Sambo! Let’s go have some fun! Just you and me … and a few hundred of my friends!”

Samuel’s eyes went wide with fright as he realized the cruel babysitter was about to send him out among the other children wearing little to nothing to hide his nudity. He had to force himself to keep his voice calm and low as he was afraid of making a scene in front of Marlene and the other children asking for their Halloween treats.

“Please, Nana, I really don’t wanna go,” he said in a croaking whisper. “Not like this. Please don’t make me.”

“Nonsense,” Mrs. Tully cooed. “Why wouldn’t you want to go trick or treating? There’s nothing at all to be afraid of, is there, Marlene?”

The freckle-faced girl grinned. “Nope. His costume is perfect. All he needs is a bag for his candy and he’ll be all set.”

Mrs. Tully nodded. “See? Even Marlene agrees and she is the smartest young lady I know. Don’t be silly, baby doll. You’re going trick or treating whether you like it or not!”

Push came to shove and in mere seconds Samuel Oliver was drug off the porch – barefooted, bare chested and practically bare-bottomed – and moving into the fading light … and toward an unwanted adventure.

Before leaving on his trick or treating expedition Samuel's stuffed monkey was exchanged for a paper shopping bag decorated with an orange pumpkin and large letters spelling out the word “BOO!” Funny thing – although he had first abhorred the silly toy ape, Samuel now felt extremely vulnerable without his fluffy, furry friend covering at least a portion of his otherwise naked body. As he headed down the sidewalk the poor boy crossed his arms over his breasts, chin down, in vain attempt to hide his appearance from the other children.

“You know you look really stupid like that,” Marlene said as they walked along. She reached out to his bare hip and grabbed the little string that held his loincloth together. “You candy bag is bigger than your silly costume. You know all I have to do is pull on this and you’ll be bare butt naked.”

“I know, I know!” Samuel tried to move out of Marlene’s reach but he couldn’t go far without the risk of his costume coming undone. He rolled his eyes and bit his lip at the thought of being rendered naked in public. “Please don’t, all right? This is embarrassing enough as it is. Can we just go get some candy and get back to the house? I don’t wanna be out here any longer than I have to.”

“Well, too bad, so sad, sissy boy!” Marlene was obviously enjoying herself. “You may not like it, but this is still Halloween. I want to hit as many houses as possible, so we’re going all the way down the street and back up the other side. And besides, I promised Mrs. Tully I’d introduce you to everybody in the neighborhood, remember? I’m going to make sure everybody gets to see here little baby doll!”

The nervous boy looked around. Both sides of the street were lined with kids and parents of all ages and types for as far as the eye could see.

“But Marlene … that means all those people are gonna see me … like this. I don’t want people looking at my naked butt!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re in your bare skin, sissy boy,” the giggling girl teased. “You can always go back to your Nana and let her pamper your fat little bottom. Did I hear her say something about a fairy princess costume she got for you to wear?”

Under the glow of the street light she could see Samuel’s face turn bright red.

“That’s none of your business!” the angry boy growled. “I told her I wasn’t going to wear that stupid dress and the same goes for you!”

Marlene grinned. This was something she was going to have to remember for later.

“Okay, sissy boy, don’t start crying on me just yet. Come on, you’re already out here and the sky hasn’t fallen. Not yet, anyway. Let’s go get some candy!”

Samuel walked alongside Marlene like a sad puppy, his bare feet padding gingerly on the rough pavement. It was both scary and exciting to be outside his grandmother’s house in little more than his bare skin. While the temperature was warm for the season, a shiver swept over his plump body; he looked down to see goosebumps on his skin and his nipples were sticking out like little pink pebbles.

This is not a good idea, he thought to himself. I just hope nothing really bad happens!

The first house was quick and painless, as it turned out. Okay, it was actually kind of nice, at least from Samuel’s point of view. He was scared to death as they approached the porch, but the lady who greeted them was very sweet and she complimented both youngsters on their costumes.

“Trick or treat!” the pair said in unison. Samuel’s voice was weak, but Marlene made up for it with her typical over the top enthusiasm.

“Oh, how fun!” the pretty lady said as she dumped into each of the children’s bag a handful of what looked like homemade chocolate somethings wrapped in wax paper. Samuel had to smile when he saw the yummy treats that he received. “Wonder Woman and her friend! And a cute little curly headed friend at that! I love it!”

“Hello, Mrs. Carter,” Marlene sang. “Thanks for the candy. It looks great!”

“Dark chocolate fudge, made it this morning,” the woman said proudly. “I know how you like your chocolate, Marlene!”

The lady called Mrs. Carter looked at Samuel, her bright eyes going up and down his body with mirthful curiosity. “So, who’s this handsome young man? Is this your boyfriend? He’s awful cute in his little costume. Brave, too!”

The kinky haired Marlene laughed. “Ew, no! We’re just … friends. This is Samuel Oliver. He stays with Mrs. Tully sometimes. She’s his … babysitter. I’m just showing him around the neighborhood.”

“Mmmm … Mrs. Tully is such a sweetheart. I didn’t know she still did babysitting.” Mrs. Carter winked. “I wouldn’t mind babysitting such a cute looking boy, myself. What are you supposed to be, dear? An Indian? Or maybe a native of some sort.”

“Um, I’m … uh, Tarzan. You know … the ape … man ….”

Mrs. Carter smiled so sweetly the young boy felt his whole body grow warm.

“Well, that makes sense now that you explained it! I’ve never seen a cuter Tarzan in my life. Good for you, sweetheart!”

Samuel squirmed under the delighted gaze of the pretty woman. Marlene noted his discomfort and made things worse with a teasing comment.

“Well, he may look cute on the outside, Mrs. Carter, but he’s a real brat when you get to know him. Mrs. Tully has used the paddle on him more than once. Just ask her!”

The nearly naked lad almost had a heart attack! He couldn’t believe that stupid Marlene actually said all of that, and in front of a total stranger, yet! He got so mad, he was about to say something really ugly, but the ever happy Mrs. Carter intervened just in time.

“Oh, Marlene, you’re awful! I don’t believe any of that for a minute. I bet Samuel is a perfect little angel. Aren’t you an angel, honey? Hmm? Hmmm?”

Again, the blushing boy just stood there. He did manage to mumble a faint, “I dunno. Sometimes, I guess. I mean, I try.”

“Well, I’m sure you’re as good as you are cute,” Mrs. Carter said with a wink. “I always had a soft spot in my heart for pretty blond curls. How old are you, darling? Nine? Ten?”

Samuel dug his bare toe into the wood floor of the porch. “I’m … twelve,” he muttered.

The pretty lady laughed. “Well, you sure had me fooled. Good for you, Samuel! You’re almost a teenager! Here, have an extra piece of fudge!”

Samuel felt the heavy impact of the candy as it hit the bottom of his bag. Marlene laughed at his awkwardness. “You shouldn’t have given him that, Mrs. Carter! He’s fat enough as it is!”

“Marlene Miller! Don’t be rude!” The pretty lady laughed and gave the blushing boy another flirtatious wink. “Samuel’s not fat. He’s just pleasingly plump! Isn’t that right, pretty boy?”

A group of children was making their way to the house, which gave Samuel an excuse to leave.

“Um, we better go now,” he squeaked shyly. “Th- … th-thanks, Mrs. C-Carter. I appreciate the … the candy.”

“Have fun, you two!” the happy lady called out. “And come back and see me, Samuel! You little cutie!”

“Oh, he will!” Marlene shouted back. She turned to Samuel and sneered. “Well, look at you, pretty boy! It looks like you have an admirer. Imagine that!”

The shivering boy frowned. “That was awful! She kept looking at me like … like ….”

“Like you were naked?” The costumed girl giggled. “Of course she did, you dork! That’s because you practically ARE naked! The only reason you’re getting away with this is because you’re so stinkin’ adorable.”

Samuel blinked. “Stinkin’ adorable? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Marlene grinned. “Just what I said, sissy boy. She thought you were a nine year old, you dummy! If you were one of those stupid macho punks, acting all snotty and bullying people, you’d be shot down in a second and probably get the police called on you. But you’re so cute and cuddly, with your girly curly blond hair and your teddy bear body, you look harmless and sweet. Everybody, especially moms and old ladies, just want to hug you and baby you. They all think you’re a little kid.”

The baffled lad shook his head. “I think you’re crazy! That doesn’t make any sense. None at all. I’m not a little kid. I’m ….”

“You’re a little sissy, that’s what you are,” Marlene interrupted. “Don’t even argue with me or you’ll be sorry. Just be happy that all these old ladies want to do is hug you. It could be a lot worse.”

Samuel frowned. “Worse? How do you mean?”

Marlene shrugged. “Well, think about it. What do you think Mrs. Haggard would do if she saw you like this?”

The nearly naked lad felt a chill go over his body. He hadn’t thought about Mrs. Haggard the whole evening. He wished he could just forget her, period!

“Um, I dunno. Nothing good, I guess.”

“Nothing good? Is that all you can come up with?” The costumed girl laughed. “I’ll tell you exactly what she’d do. She’d give you a whippin’ like you’d never believe! She’d have you out of that silly costume and flip you over her lap in a second. So you better be careful, because there are plenty of people out there just like Mrs. Haggard, believe you me!”

As much as he hated to admit it, Samuel had to admit Marlene was right. That old woman probably would give him a whipping to within an inch of his life. She was no doubt the meanest person he’d ever met!

"Um, she doesn't live anywhere around here, does she?"

Marlene grinned. "Maybe. Why? Are you 'skeered?'"

The nearly naked boy nodded his head vigorously. "Heck yeah!"

His companion laughed. "Well, you better be good or I might take you to her"

As the pair headed down the street Samuel looked at the row of houses they had yet to visit.

I sure hope there’s no Mrs. Haggard in any of them, he said silently to himself.

The two children continued their tour of the neighborhood, going from house to house and collecting a handsome amount of candy and treats. Most of the stops went pretty much the same as the first. Marlene seemed to know everyone and everyone knew and loved her. They were also very nice to Samuel, though some looked at his costume – or lack of it – more closely than others. Just as Marlene predicted, the women all approved, some smiling, some giggling and a few teasing in their comments.

“Mmmm … who’s the pretty boy, Marlene? It looks like you found a really cute one!”

“My goodness, you’re a brave young man! I better give you extra just for having the courage to run around like that.”

“Eeeee! Look at those big blue eyes and that sweet little bare bottom! I’ve never seen anything so adorable!”

Adding to the awkwardness of his predicament, Samuel was hugged and patted on the bottom by more than one lady who found his appearance irresistible. The blushing boy relented, partly because Marlene pushed him into their arms, but also for fear of making a scene. Who knew how many if not all of them were friends with his hated babysitter? He was afraid if word got back that he was impolite or rude, he might be punished. And punishment at the hands of Old Lady Tully was the last thing he wanted in the whole wide world!

There weren’t many men who answered the door, thank goodness, but the few they encountered spoke politely to Marlene and looked at Samuel with everything from surprise to amusement.

“Son, you’re gonna catch yourself a cold if you’re not careful,” said one older gentleman. “If not worse.”

Another laughed and said, “Young fella, did she talk you into wearing that thing? Boy, you’re whipped already. The things we do for our women, huh? Haw haw haw!”

Good and bad, Samuel endured the barrage of attention with a quiet grace. Still, there were a few moments he could have done without. There was one creepy old man, for example, who looked like he sprang from a mystery cartoon on television; he stared at Samuel the entire time they were on his porch, his eyes flicking from the nervous boy's face to all the different areas of his body. When he gave Samuel his candy – which turned out to be licorice, yuck! – the old man held his arm and reached out and gave him a lingering pat on the shoulder; the terrified child’s eyes went wide as the rough hewn hand traveled down his naked side and ended with touching his bare bottom. Samuel was livid afterward, but Marlene thought it was hilarious.

“Wow, Mr. Adams really likes you,” the giggling girl chirped gleefully. “I bet he’d give you all the candy he had if you went into his house. Are you sure you don’t want to go back for more? I don’t mind. I’ll just go home and let Mrs. Tully know where you are.”

“That wasn’t funny! It was awful!” Samuel complained. He gave a shiver as he thought about what happened. “He’s as bad as that creepy old Mr. McGillicuddy!”

Marlene laughed. “Aw, he wasn’t that bad. Mr. McGillicuddy is a lot creepier.”

Samuel had to concede that his friend was right, but it didn't make him feel any better. “Stop laughing! He didn’t touch you, he touched me! I mean, he actually put his hand under the back of my costume and pinched my butt! We ought to report him … or something.”

“Who are you going to report him to? The police?” The amused girl giggled. “You better be careful, pretty boy. They might want to know why you’re out running around in such a skimpy, sexy little costume.”

Samuel sighed. Marlene had just hit on a sore subject. One of his biggest fears was running afoul of the police. His mother had threatened more than once to report him to the authorities for his misbehavior, especially that time he ran away from Mrs. Tully. That’s what started this whole naked stuff in the first place. He looked down at his exposed body and sighed again. He did not want to go to jail dressed like this!

As the evening went on things seemed to be not so bad. The children’s bags quickly filled up with candy and Samuel was almost having a good time. After a while he started paying more and more attention to Marlene and her costume. He had to admit that she looked really awesome as Wonder Woman; her outfit was authentic down to the gold bracelets and lasso on her hip. The attention to detail was so good, he wondered if she made it herself.

Geez, I wish I had my Iron Man costume instead of going around almost naked, he thought to himself. We would have looked really good together.

It wasn’t just the authenticity of his friend’s costume that captured Samuel’s imagination. He couldn’t help glancing at her blossoming bosom and admiring how the bodice of her outfit made it look even bigger that it probably was. He’d never noticed that about her before and while he’d never admit it to her face, he found his arch enemy quite attractive. Attractive enough to cause him a bit of tingling beneath his skimpy loincloth.

This is so weird, he thought to himself. I hate her so much … but she really looks amazing!

This the most messed up Halloween yet!

Much to the surprise of both children, they didn’t get as much attention from the other trick or treaters as they thought. Part of that was due to the excitement of the night and how most of the children were focused on how much candy they could get. And part of it was how Samuel managed to hold his trick or treat bag up to conceal his nakedness. Despite his best efforts, though, his revealing costume was stilled called out on a few occasions.

“Omigosh, look at that kid! He’s almost naked! Hey, naked boy! What are you doing so far from home?”

“Hey Marlene! Who’s the cute boy? He sure has a purty butt!”

“Look at that! Wonder Woman and a male stripper! Now I’ve seen everything!”

The worst that happened – well, up to this point, anyhow – was all Marlene’s fault. At least that’s what Samuel claimed later. The pair ran into a threesome of girls about their own age, each dressed in store bought Barbie costumes. They all turned out to be Marlene’s friends. Well, her classmates, anyway. Her bookworm ways usually kept her from getting close to other girls, but things had been getting better since the beginning of school. And she really seemed to be a hit on this particular occasion.

“Wow, Marlene, you’re really rocking that Wonder Woman costume!” chirped the girl dressed in the Barbie cheerleader costume. “Your hair looks great and – oh my gosh! – you’ve even got makeup on!”

“Thanks,” replied Marlene. She grinned as the other girls tried not to look too obvious as they focused their attention toward Samuel.

“Soooo … who’s the cute boy, Marlene? He doesn’t look … familiar ….”

“Oh, this is Samuel Oliver.” Marlene glanced at Samuel and grinned. “He lives over in Crestwood and goes to Lincoln Junior High. Say hi to my friends, Sambo!”

Samuel couldn’t believe his ears! It was bad enough he was facing these three strange girls in his skimpy Tarzan costume, but did Marlene have to tell them who he was and where he went to school? What if they knew somebody who knew him? How was he going to explain …?

“You say you go to Lincoln?” asked the girl in the Barbie nurse costume. “Do you know Kendra Jackson? I went to elementary school with her. She is sooooo nice!”

“I have friends who live on Crestwood,” sang the third girl. She was wearing a Barbie disco outfit, complete with pink wig and all sorts of sparkling accessories. “Their name is Jefferson. Lisa is our age. She’s a really good friend of mine ….”

Samuel felt sick. This was all coming too close to home for him. A flurry of familiar names hit him all at once and while he could play dumb at the moment he feared this was all going to catch up with him eventually. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Marlene had to open up her big mouth and take things one step further ….

“You know Mrs. Tully, right?” the freckle-faced girl asked her giggling girlfriends. “The nice lady who lives in that cute little house next to mine? Well, Samuel stays with her on weekends sometimes. And get this – she’s his babysitter! He’s the same age as us and he has to have a baaaaay-beeeeeee-sitter! Isn’t that hilarious?”

The three Barbies leered at the panicked boy, their eyes bright with curiosity and their teeth bared like a pack of hungry cats. Samuel shot Marlene the most pitiful look he could conjure in hope that she wouldn’t say anything else to make his predicament more awkward.

Shut up, Marlene! he thought to himself over and over again. Shut up! Shut up! Shut the heck up!!!

It didn’t work, of course. Oh no, the vindictive Marlene had to keep on talking. Why wouldn’t she? She loved making him squirm and the poor lad was at such a great disadvantage; she had everything to gain while he had everything to lose.

“And no, before you ask, we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend or anything like that,” she explained. “Ew, no way! We’re, um … we’re just … friends. Like I said, Mrs. Tully babysits him on weekends and sometimes she asks me to help. Like tonight, for example! I’m babysitting him tonight while she hands out candy.”

Cheerleader Barbie looked at Samuel with a gleam of malice in her eyes. “So you’re … his babysitter, too? Are you kidding me?”

Marlene shot Samuel a mean-spirited grin and stuck out her tongue for good measure.

“Nope, I’m not kidding. It’s the truth! Sambo can’t go trick or treating by himself ‘cause he might get lost, so I’m taking him around the neighborhood and introducing him to everybody. Just ask Mrs. Tully if you don’t believe me!”

Samuel looked at Marlene like she was insane! Why would she do that? Why would she even talk about babysitters at all? Didn’t she know that kind of talk would make him look stupid in front of these girls? Why would she do that? Was she crazy???

The three Barbies surrounded him like predators stalking their prey. The trembling boy felt so self-conscious, he was afraid he would pee himself. Which, of course, would only make things worse.

“Oh, so let’s get this straight, Samuel Oliver.” Cheerleader Barbie put her hands on her hips and lectured him in a mocking tone. “You’re twelve years old – the same as us – and you’re running around our neighborhood in that stupid little bikini of a costume? AND … you have to have a BABYSITTER? And our friend Marlene is BABYSITTING you right now?”

Samuel shook his head, then shrugged. “Noooo … that’s not … exactly the way … it is ….”

“Well, I think this is the way it is.” The pretty girl giggled. “And I think this is very … interesting.”

“I think it’s very interesting, too,” Nurse Barbie cooed. She reached out to the blushing boy and caressed his bare arm, sending a shiver over his nearly naked body. “I want to know why you need a babysitter. Aren’t you a little old for a babysitter … Samuel Oliver?”

“I wonder if Lisa knows about this,” Disco Barbie suggested. “When I get home I’m going to call her up and ask her!”

Nurse Barbie nodded. “Let’s ask Kendra if she knows anything about our cute little friend, too. I’ll bet she’ll think this is all very … interesting ….”

Poor Samuel! The teasing and questioning went on for what seemed like forever! Between the girls asking so many intrusive questions and trying to position themselves so they could see more of his naked body, our young hero was a nervous wreck! This was like one of those dreams where you wake up naked in your classroom or on stage at a school presentation. Only this was real, with real live girls who were pretty and who knew people he knew and where he lived and ….

Argh!!!!

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Marlene took over the conversation. The freckle-faced Wonder Woman moved in and shouted, “Hey, you guys want to see something really fun? And I mean really, really fuuuuuuuunnnnn???”

The three Barbies nodded, their painted lips wet, their eyes alight with mischief. Marlene looked around as if to see if anybody was nearby. Samuel followed suit, as did the three Barbies. The street was strangely empty, for the moment at least. Whatever it was Marlene had planned was a mystery to him.

This doesn’t feel right, he thought to himself. Maybe we should just move on and ….

All of a sudden Samuel felt the string around his waist loosen and the little squares of cloth fell away from his body! In less than a second the mischievous Marlene had tugged at the knot and yanked away the sole bit of clothing he had to his name. Our unfortunate hero was now rendered completely naked from head to toe, right there on a public sidewalk, in the middle of bunch of enthusiastic and overjoyed junior high school girls!

Cheerleader Barbie jumped up and down and giggled maniacally. “YAY! HE’S NAKED!!! HE’S NAKED!!! YAAAAY FOR MARLENE!!! HE’S REALLY REALLY NAKED!!!”

“Eeeeeee!” squealed Nurse Barbie. “Marlene Miller! I can NOT believe you did that! That boy is completely naked! He’s really naked! And right here in front of us! Eeeeeeee!!!”

“OMIGOD!!!” sang Disco Barbie. “We got a naked boy for Halloween! WE GOT A NAKED BOY FOR HALLOWEEN! THIS IS BEST TRICK OR TREAT EVER!!!”

Samuel was mortified, of course! He was humiliated, shocked, frightened and mad, all at the same time. The unfortunate lad was so overwhelmed with emotion, he didn’t know what to do. It took him a second to register just exactly what had happened, but the only thing he could come up with was to drop his bag of candy on the sidewalk and try to cover his privates with one hand and his bare bottom with the other.

“Give that back, Marlene,” he croaked. The bewildered boy spun this way and that in a vain effort to keep the four girls from looking at his exposed body. “Please, don’t … give that back! Pleeeeeeeasssse?”

“You heard him, Marlene,” teased Disco Barbie. “Our little pretty boyfriend here said ‘don’t give that back,’ so whatever you do, don’t give that back! Give it to me instead! I’ll make sure he doesn’t get it back!”

The next few minutes were sheer chaos! Marlene pranced proudly around Samuel, holding the tiny loincloth above her head like a flag of victory. Her face beamed with happiness as the other girls joined in the impromptu parade and cheered her on, their melodic voices gushing with surprise, envy and delight.

“Naked naked naked! Sambo’s bare butt naked! Naked naked naked! Sambo’s bare butt naked!”

“I can see his bare butt!” cheered Cheerleader Barbie.

“I can see his weenie!” sang Disco Barbie.

“I can see his balls!” squealed Nurse Barbie.

“And I can see it all!” shouted a very happy and excited Marlene.

“Marleeeeeeene ….” whined the red-faced Samuel. “Pleeeeeeasssse … give me back my costume … thing … whatever it is. I don’t have anything else to wear! Marleeeeeene! PUUUH-LEEEEEEEAASSSSSE!!! Give it baaaaaaaaack ….”

“Don’t do it, Marlene!” shouted Cheerleader Barbie. “Let’s leave him like that the rest of the night! We’ll have lots more fun trick or treating with naked boy here than that stupid ol’ Tarzan!”

“Yeah, let’s take him trick or treating like this!” echoed Disco Barbie. “I like that idea a lot!”

Marlene was thrilled with her friends’ reaction. She’d never felt like one of the other girls until now. She knew she was being mean and cruel and ugly to her helpless friend, but that wasn’t important right now. Now was the time to bond with her new best friends. She would make it up to Samuel later.

“I like that idea, too!” she yelled. “Here, somebody else take this nasty old thing for a change!”

Samuel watched with disbelief as Marlene tossed the flimsy costume to the other girls, which sparked a tedious game of “keep away” from the desperate boy. He tried his best to retrieve the loincloth from his tormentors, but he never even came close; between trying to protect his modesty and the draining effect of fear on his spirit, his struggle amounted to little more than a token stumbling back and forth between the four girls and begging for mercy.

“Come on, you guys,” the red-faced lad squeaked as he went from girl to girl. “Please, don’t leave me like this ….”

Samuel reached out in vain hope of grabbing the string of cloth, which in turn left his bare bottom exposed. That didn’t do him much good as it invited a series of smacks and pinches from the delighted girls; he squealed and cried for them to stop, but that only brought on more slaps and pokes from his tormentors. In the end, he was so overcome by the attack of the Barbies, he couldn’t work up the energy or determination to fight back.

“This isn’t funny, you guys,” he cried as the Barbies tickled and pinched him all over. He waved his hands about in desperation, but the assault continued unimpeded. “Ow! Please, stop it! OWWW!!! I SAID STOP IT!!!”

There was a momentary pause, giving the shaken boy just enough time to catch his breath and must the littlest bit of courage.

“You guys better stop it! You know you all could get in a lot trouble for this! I’ll … I’ll tell on you if you don’t leave me alone and give me back my costume!”

“Who you gonna tell, naked boy?” Cheerleader Barbie taunted. She reached out and grabbed the poor boy by the nipple and gave it a hard twist. “Your mama? She’ll probably tan your cute little butt when she finds out you were running around the neighborhood in your bare skin! I know I would!”

“Owwww! That hurt!” cried Samuel Oliver. “Please, don’t do that again! Leave me alone!”

“That’s what you get for threatening us!” shouted Nurse Barbie. “Just you wait ‘til WE tell on YOU! My dad would whup you good if he knew you were out harassing us poor little girls with your stupid little dingaling!”

Samuel felt hands grab his wrists and pull his arms out wide, leaving his pubic area exposed. He tried pressing his thighs together and hiding his penis and balls, but it did no good with the constant pulling and tugging this way and that. He finally gave up and just let them have their way with him.

“Dingaling! Dingaling!” the girls all sang together. “We see Samuel’s teeny tiny dingaling! Dingaling! Dingaling! We see Samuel’s teeny tiny dingaling!”

“Hey, watch this, sissy boy!” shouted Marlene.

The helpless boy watched with horror as the happy girl tossed his Tarzan costume up in a tree; it went so high there was no way he’d ever get it down. The three Barbies all cheered as if Marlene had done some great deed, their giggles and laughter tribute to their newly found respect for the freckle faced pre-teen.

“That was so awesome!” Cheerleader Barbie cried. “Marlene, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life! You are my hero!”

Samuel Oliver didn’t think Marlene was a hero, of course. The naked lad pulled free of his captors and ran over to where his skimpy costume hung far beyond his reach. He jumped up several times in a vain attempt to retrieve it, sobbing desperately as he did so.

“Somebody help me get it down!” he whined. “Please, help me! I can’t go around with no clothes on! Please, help me … please ….”

“Oooo, lookit the crybaby!” Disco Barbie taunted. “Whatcha gonna do, crybaby? You going to cry because somebody was mean to you? Boo-hoo boo-hoo boo-hooooooo!”

“Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!” the other girls sang in a cruel chorus. “Samuel Oliver is a crybaby! A big fat naked crybaby! Samuel Oliver is a crybaby! A big fat naked crybaby!”

Samuel bit his lip as he stood in the center of the mocking girls. It was horrible, being rendered naked in front of a group of strange children and having them make such awful fun of him! They were so mean-spirited and spiteful, he couldn’t believe it! What did he ever do to them to deserve all this? Why would they be that way?

But what really hurt was seeing Marlene in their midst, stirring them up and egging them on in their malicious ways. Oh, sure, she’d been a bully from the first day they’d met, but that had always been one on one and in private. And sometimes she’d actually been almost nice to him, even when she was being a bully. But this was something beyond his understanding, for her to take him out in public and strip his bare naked in front of her friends and show him off like a poodle at a dog show. He’d get it eventually, but on that warm Halloween night, he didn’t understand it at all. Not one little bit.

I wish this night was over, he thought as he watched the four girls dance about so happily, so gay and cruel. I wish Halloween never existed! I wish … I wish … I wish ….

Samuel soon got his wish, though not in exactly the way he wanted. The teasing and taunting came to a sudden end when a large group of trick or treaters came into view down the block and slowly closed in on the tearful boy and his cruel captors. As the children approached someone yelled out, “Hey, is that kid naked? What the heck is going on there?”

With that the three Barbies ran down the street into the shadows. Likewise, Marlene grabbed Samuel’s hand and led him off in the opposite direction.

“See you later, Samuel Oliver!” yelled Cheerleader Barbie. “Have fun getting home!”

“Yeah, we’ll see your naked butt later, pretty boy!” the other Barbies shouted happily.

Samuel was weak with fear upon seeing the approaching crowd of curious trick or treaters. He probably would have just stood there until they were upon him, but Marlene redoubled her efforts to drag him out of sight.

“Come on, sissy boy!” she hissed with excitement. “Run! If you don’t, I’ll leave you behind and let them turn you over to the police! Then you’ll really be in trouble!”

Hearing this, our young hero ran like his life depended on it! Bare bottomed and barefoot, he ran and he ran as fast as he could, not daring to look back. He ran so fast and so far, they had gone three blocks before he realized he’d not only left his Tarzan costume – such as it was – stuck in a tree, but he’d lost his bag of candy as well. Which was a shame, as it was probably the greatest haul of treats he could ever remember getting!

Holy crap! This is the worst Halloween ever, the defeated lad lamented as he fought to catch his breath. My costume is gone … my candy is gone … all gone … forever ….

This is definitely the worst Halloween – and the worst day – of his life!

To be continued ….

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