Damn,’ he thought, ‘it’s a good thing I can wear sweaters or a cover shirt. These things are poking out like breasts.’ One night he happened to feel himself up out of curiosity while he was in his nightgown.
PREVIEW
“Sit down, young man. We are going to have a little talk. You’ve been coming home with bad grades, staying out late on school nights and even later on the weekends, and giving me a lot of lip for over six months. You’re going to be a freshman next fall. How are these report cards going to look on your record? You’ve got 3 Cs, 2 Ds, and an incomplete and an F in the gym.”
“I hate the gym,” said Marty.
“Apparently,” said his mother. “Well, Marty, that crowd you run with is a bad influence on you, and you will stop seeing them, be home after school by 3:30 and go to your room and study until further notice. If you give me any lip at all over this, the punishments will only get worse.”
“Yeah, right! What are you going to do, spank me?”
“Well, Marty, that is an option I had not considered. Thanks for the idea.” (Oh great. She’s three inches taller than me and outweighs me by at least 50 pounds.)
“That just cost you another point. There are going to be some changes in you, young man.”
Marty’s Dad had been killed in a car crash two years ago, and he resented not having his father to back him up like he used to. His Dad was a wild kid, and he enjoyed seeing Marty take after him.
He drank and swore a lot and vegged out in front of the TV most all the time when he wasn’t at the pool hall. Marty had decided that he was going to emulate his father, dead or alive. His mother had other plans.
“Get your hair cut, Marty, tomorrow. That’s an order.” He didn’t like taking orders.
“No way, mom. All the cool guys wear it long, and I’m not going to turn up looking like a geek.” He didn’t get it cut either, and he went and had his ears pierced just to spite her and now sported those little studs they give you. ‘All right, Mr. long hair and earrings,’ she thought.
After dinner, Diane, his mom, told him she was going out to do a little shopping, and she’d be back in about an hour or so, and he had better be studying when she got back. She put on a little lipstick and her jacket and left. Marty saw this as a great chance to try out a new video game on his computer and went upstairs to his room.
She didn’t say a thing to him about his not studying. She put her new mortar and pestle up in the cabinet where Marty couldn’t reach (he was only 5'3" tall) and left the other stuff in the two bags. When she got home, she came in quietly and heard the video game and thought, all right, you are going to be a changed person by the time you are ready to become a sophomore if you keep ignoring me.
The following day he was his usual hard-to-rise self and barely had time for breakfast and was late again for homeroom. That was the third time this month, and his teacher, Mrs. Brand, was really steamed with him.
He got home at 5:00 O’clock after spending an hour in detention. Diane had hoped he would pay some attention and listen, but he didn’t. The changes had already begun, but he hadn’t noticed yet. He got out of his clothes and went into the bathroom, and took a shower. He had a gym that day and didn’t shower at school. He was afraid the other guys would make fun of him. His height was not the only area in which he was relatively small.
His mom worked 7 to 2 so she could be home when he got there ever since his Dad died. When he went back to his room to put on some clean clothes, he reached into the right-hand corner of his second drawer to get some clean underpants and felt nylon.
What he? “Mom, where are briefs?” he yelled.
“Right there where they always are, Marty.” All that was there were seven pairs of satiny spandex panties in various colors.
“Mom, you expect me to wear these?
“Marty, you don’t listen to a word I say. You played video games instead of studying like I asked you to last night, and you came home today at five instead of 3:30. That’s just the first of the changes if you don’t behave.” “Well, I’ll go without then.” “Suit yourself,” she said.
He began going without underwear but found, much to his dismay, that he was really getting sore and chaffed from his jeans. In a few days, he was wearing the panties. He’d never felt anything like that next to his skin and, after a few days of relief from the chaffing, decided he actually liked them. They were low cut, so he could still get at his little weeny to pee through his zipper.
Diane knew he never showered at school, so it wasn’t a problem. They didn’t slow him down much, though. He pretty much stayed the same, except he watched his mouth a little more around his mom. She could see the writing on the wall. She had decided on the method of his punishment, and he just seemed to want to be punished, kept egging her on. A couple days later, she told him that skipping breakfast was no longer an option for being late to school. He would drink his orange juice if nothing else. “Yeah. OK, Mom.”
After another weekend of late nights, he found another little surprise in his room. All his pajamas were gone when he came home late Saturday. They had been replaced by three nightgowns, one long with long sleeves (it was still cold, and Diane didn’t want him too uncomfortable) and two waltz lengths for warmer weather. He screamed at his mom that he would just sleep in his panties before he would wear a girl’s nightgown.
However, after only one night of shivering in bed, he changed his mind and started using the long-sleeved one.
“Mom, this isn’t fair.”
“Young man, I’m going to see civilized behavior from you, or I will see to it you don’t have a choice in the matter, is that clear? You will do a 180-degree turnabout or else!”
He kept his mouth shut, but he still wasn’t studying and was still running with his buddies. Being kind and loving hadn’t worked since Dan died. She would just have to be hard and dedicated. He managed to get in by 10:30 Sunday night, 30 minutes past his curfew. *All right*, she thought, here we go. Escalation time.
