Ten minutes later I was nervously excited as I stood on Mary Margaret's front porch wearing blue tights, my "I LOST" tee shirt and black shorts. Her mother answered the door and let me in. Even standing there in her front room wearing them she was not completely convinced that I had been wearing them out in public for the last two days. Then she came back into the room with her camera and insisted that Mary Margaret and I stand by the Christmas tree while she took pictures of us together. We started watching some TV together and it wasn't but a few minutes later that Mary Margaret's mother came into the front room and announced. "Well if we are going to the movies we have to leave right now." Movies what movies, I had forgotten the movies, that's when I realized I had been set up. My first clue should have been seeing that Mary Margaret changed into a black skirt and blue tights, the second was Mary Margaret not being surprised about the time.

I wanted to go home and change, but Mary Margaret wouldn't hear of it. "We don't have time, we'll be late for the movie and I don't want to be late." I was already starting to waver as she went on with. "You've already done it lots of times and one more time couldn't possibly hurt," she said.  

"Mary Margaret if he want's to go change, let him go change, I knew you were pulling my leg Mary Margaret, you can't fool me. We have plenty of time for him to change out of those silly tights you talked him into wearing. Her mother she said it so pleasantly smiled and gave me the impression that she was pleased with my decision. Mary Margaret turned on the charm again but I knew she wasn't pleased with what her Mother had said.

Outside she gave me one of those looks that said, "Now look at what you have done to me."  What she said was. "You had to say you wanted to change, making it look like you don't have to wear them.  So now my mother believes that am making you go to the show in your tights."   I stood by the car door trying to explain that I really didn't want to go to the show in them, but she wouldn't listen. I was really in a quandary; part of me desperately wanted to get the tights off. I didn't want to go out dressed in tights again as long as I lived. Another part was confused about how it was now my fault and why I had to wear tights to correct it. Strangest of all another part wanted to keep them on to please Mary Margaret.  Mary Margaret took advantage of that.  She got into the car saying, "Go do what you want, but when Mom comes out while you are back home changing, I'll tell her you decided not to go."  

I didn't realize it at the time but I was being trapped, bamboozled, and slowly and inexplicably wrapped around the finger of a red headed pixy with flashing green eyes. Part of me objected violently to what was happening but another part was enjoying it, and somehow Mary Margaret knew that. It was my own personal version of The Agony and Ecstasy. When I said I wanted to go with her to the show she happily opened the door for me, and I offered only the feeblest of continuing verbal arguments as I got into the car next to her still wearing the tights I no longer had to wear.

The longer we sat in the car the more I realized I would have had enough time to change. Just as I was about to say something Mary Margaret leaned over, said "Thank you for coming," and kissed me.  It wasn't just a friendly little quick kiss, but she held it for several seconds. That threw me into a complete set of new emotions that swirled around in my head. The strangest one being the sense of enjoyment from wearing tights to please Mary Margaret.  Something had definitely changed between us as shown by the pleased satisfied with herself look on the face of Mary Margaret and my uncertainty about what it meant.

On the way to the theatre her mother asked, "Ok now, I want to know the truth about these tights you are wearing.  Why are you wearing them? Mary Margaret has tried to tell me some silly story about you have to it as a punishment.  To me, it sounds like one of Mary Margaret very complex jokes she plays on people.  

All the way to the show I then explained in detail exactly what had happened that had gotten me into the difficulty in the first place, leaving out only my mothers offer, and Mary Margaret's ideas.  She finally seemed convinced, but I could tell she was having a hard time believing it.

At the show Mary Margaret's mother bought the tickets while Mary Margaret and I waited off to the side by the entrance.  I was trying to use Mary Margaret as a shield to keep people from seeing my tights and it appeared to be working, until we went inside.  Mary Margaret went off to get seats in the theatre while I waited in line with her mother at the refreshment stand.  During this trip to Kansas City lines were quickly becoming my worst nightmare. When we were able to complete our purchases at the concession stand without any untoward reactions I started feeling better about the afternoon.  The lone wolf whistle I received didn't even dampen my increasing confidence.  

Mary Margaret and I managed to get seats away from her mother while watching the movie and part way through the show I had to answer a call of nature.  As I stepped in front of her I felt her quickly run the tips of her fingers up then down the inside of my thighs.  I was so surprised that I almost jumped over the chair in front of me.

On the way home we stopped for Pizza at a Pizza Hut on the way.  Luckily the inside was fairly dark and I don't think anyone really noticed what I was wearing even thought I went up to the salad bar with Mary Margaret a couple of times.

However what I did later that evening totally changed the climate of the trip for me. Sunday afternoon while I was still furious about what Sally had done to me at the dancewear store and I had figured out a payback for her.  Sally and Erin had gone out to the movies with two of Erin's friends. The side window in the attic is directly over the side door into the house.  It leads into the staircase going up to the first floor and down to the basement.  That makes for a two and a half story drop from the attic window.  With Robert's help I had located a large bucket and had filled it with water. It was now positioned in the attic next to the window.  The plan was to catch Sally as she was coming in the side door and dump the water on her while she was unlocking the door.  Great plan, perfect payback, if it had gone right.  While I was going to the movies with Mary Margaret, Robert or possibly Robert and Danny, I never learned who, had gone up to the attic and "Improved" on the bucket of water.  

I waited patently for the girls to come home so I could put my revenge plan into operation.  About one in the morning I heard the car pull into the driveway I sneaked up the attic stairs and crept over to the attic window silently opening it.  To keep from exposing my location I did it completely in the dark so I was unable to clearly see the bucket.  Everything else was perfect, absolutely perfect.  All four of them came up to the door while saying good night. While Sally unlocked the door Erin was giving her date a nice long kiss good night. That was when I dumped the bucket of water out the window.  It was a perfect shot, my timing was right, and the aim was dead on. It caught Sally, Erin and Erin's date directly on the head and across their shoulders.  Sally's date was to the side and only caught the splatter from the top of Sally's head, but it was enough. What I didn't know and hadn't been able to see before I dumped it was that the bucket also contained the recent contents of Mr. Kitty's litter box.  Mr. Kitty's very full litter box. I saw immediately that there was more then water in the bucket as soon as I dumped it, but by then it was much to late. As soon as I looked at the loose grains of soaked kitty litter on the inside of the bucket I knew I was dead. It didn't matter how desperately I wanted that water back in the bucket it was gone, gone, gone.

Honestly, it was one of those situations where everything happens in slow motion. I couldn't move. All I could do was watch as the water slowly fell, spreading out as it traveled the twenty-five feet to the ground, and washed over the group below.  It struck their heads and cascading with a sickening sloshing sound as the wet litter and other goodies washed over them, lodging in their clothes and hair.  Stupidly, I still had my head stuck out the window when Sally's date looked up and spotted me.

It took less then thirty seconds for the entire house to go from quiet and sleepy to a situation that closely resembled a stepped on anthill. They Sally and Erin made so much racket outside that they awakened the Skinners next door and they came outside to see what was happening. Mom and Aunt Jane were up, and they were both furious.  Sally and Erin were ballistic and continued screaming at the top of their lungs. Mother was yelling at the two boys who wanted to get a hold of me, possibly to murder me. Danny was up, and trying to discover what was happening. The only one who wasn't there was Robert.  Later he said he slept through it. I didn't believe it, Playing Possum, was closer to the truth.

Sally and Erin had their dates had to strip off their fouled clothes in the outside garage then come in and take showers.  The boy's clothes had to be hosed off then washed, and their parents had to be called to let them know what had happened and that they would be late.

I tried my best to get out of the situation, so of course I wasn't believed when I tried to tell mom I hadn't put the litter box into the bucket. I was sent to my room and told to not cause any more trouble and go to bed. "We will discuss this further in the morning, when everyone is calmed down." That I translated to mean I had to get ready for my crucifixion, which had been scheduled for in the morning.  I couldn't sleep at all, and morning took forever in coming.

What happened with Mother, Sally and Erin lasted about two minutes.  Just because it was quick didn't mean it wasn't deadly.  "I want you to know that you have gotten yourself into this situation because of the nasty little things you do to your sisters and now cousin. We all had a long talk last night, I have decided what is going to happen to you, and I know you won't like it.

First your behavior toward your sisters is horrible I want to see a complete change in it.  To see to that I am putting Sally in complete charge of you. She, Danny and Erin will report to me daily on your behavior and demerits will be assigned for any misbehavior by, words, actions, and deeds. Let me rephrase that for you, If you are anything but a perfect gentleman, in every way, toward any of the girls at any time, you will be punished for it. The number of demerits you get will determine the length and severity of your punishment. Do you understand me?"

When I nodded my head yes she went on. "Now for your punishment.  I am afraid you have already picked it out for yourself.  I wasn't happy about your interest in wearing tights, but I did notice a significant improvement in your behavior when you wore them. Especially when you had to wear them openly out in public. I am going to use that to help you bring your behavior under better control."

I had a sick feeling in my stomach as I head that.  That and the great big smile on Sally's face as mother continued.  "You will again wear your tights and leotards all the time. Since Sally is in charge, she will tell you, which ones, where, and how to wear them. Additionally you will wear them until she and I are satisfied that your behavior has improved enough for you to start wearing pants again.

"You mean during Christmas vacation, don't you, right?" I nervously asked, hoping I had heard wrong. The look that Sally gave me, was already an answer, but I had to hear it from mother.

"No dear, you will be wearing your tights until Sally and I are satisfied that your behavior has improved enough for you to start wearing pants again.  If that means you have to wear them back at home or to school you will just have to wear them. But that depends on you behavior before we get home."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I just couldn't believe it was happening to me. It was completely unreal. I sat there dumb struck as I realized what that meant I would be wearing. In shock I stumbled out of the room bumping into Danny who was trying to listen at the door.  Still not fully realizing the seriousness of the situation I roughly shoved her out of the way causing her to fall.

Sally voice followed me into the front room, "Two demerits, for impolite behavior, shoving Danny."  I whirled around to say something really caustic, only to see the looks on Mom and Sally's face that quickly told me how serious. The remark stayed safely locked on my tongue as I changed my mind and ran back upstairs to the quiet of my room to get ready for today.  I didn't want to, but now it looked like I had even less of a choice. Robert had finished in the bathroom so I was able to hide there while I cried about the situation I had gotten myself into. When I got back out, I found the bed made and my dark gold sports jacket lying on the bed, along with my black unitard, burgundy knitted vest and black socks and dress shoes. A quick look verified that the bag of long pants mom had been given me the day was gone, as were all the shorts that had been packed in my suitcase. When I was dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. I was lucky that today I was wearing my sports jacket, It would be very hard to wear only the unitard and the vest. Even with the jacket, it took me a long time before I was able to go downstairs. Just like the first day Mary Margaret was sitting on the front room couch. She was also wearing black tights, black dress and a gold sweater.

"I heard you just signed a long term lease and were back in tights again, something about getting into a lot of trouble last night. Woke up most of the neighborhood with a bucket of water and cat litter, used cat litter." I sat down beside her; my mind still locked in a tangled mess of contradicting emotions.  I slowly told her what had happened and what I had to do as my punishment.  However it appeared that Danny had already told my story to her earlier.

As she set there quietly lending sympathy and support she picked a couple pieces of lint off my wool jacket. Mary Margaret was a touchy-feely kind of person.  Always patting me on the back, holding my arm when she talked about something real important, picking at lint and strings on my clothes and always smoothing out wrinkles. She hated wrinkles.  As she said "You certainly look nice today, that combination looks so good on you," she rubbed her hands up the outside of my legs smoothing out some wrinkles on the legs of my unitards. I suddenly remembered the number of times I had caught her staring at me when she thought I wasn't looking and also the large number of times her hands had "accidentally" brushed against my legs, in the car and elsewhere. I found myself getting excited about wearing my tights and being with her again today.

The first stop was the Rockhill Museum.  Sally had to visit it for extra credit in one of her classes in high school.  Mother and Aunt Jane divvied up the watching duties.  This time Sally and Erin got the Robert watch while Mary Margaret and I got Danny.  Mary Margaret knew where there were some really neat exhibits were located so we took the stairs to the upper floors first thing to get safely out of view from Mom and Aunt Jane.  

It didn't free us from Danny.  Danny 'Lets Make a Deal' quickly let it be know what she required for a satisfactory report about my behavior. Danny in serious negotiations is truly frightening.  She was in the driver's seat and she knew it. She is also an incurable romantic.

"First is an apology.  I want an apology for all the times you have been mean to me.  Not just a quick mumbled I'm Sorry either.  I want a good apology, one where I sit in a great big chair and you get down on your knees in front. I want you to put your forehead on the ground and beg my forgiveness for every nasty thing you have ever done to me."

Mary Margaret loved it. "Oh Danny, that's precious, I like your style. Are you sure you don't want him to crawl up on his stomach too?

"Yes that would be nice, but he would get runs in his tights and get them all dirty." Danny replied."

"Second is my birthday party.  I want to have a fairytale birthday party, where the guests can come as princesses, to a grand ball. I want you to dress up in the jester outfit Cindy wore to her dance recital a couple of years ago and perform as the jester for my party. You know the one; it has a shiny purple and white top that you wear over purple tights with white and purple slippers with bells on the toes. You'll look great in that costume don't you think so, Mary Margaret."

Not helping me at all Mary Margaret, who was having a hard time keeping from laughing nodded her head yes and said.  "Oh this is getting better and better. Anything else? Wait, wait, I know.  He has to be Prince Charming."

"He's not even civil I don't think he will ever get to be charming." Danny's insults were improving, and I wanted Mary Margaret to shut her mouth.

"But now that you mention it, there is one more little tiny thing, I don't want to forget Halloween, I want you to go as my favorite cartoon super hero, Superman.  A real costume, no store bought costume that looks like junk.  I want you in blue tights, leotard, and a big red cape or its no deal. Oh yes, most important, we go wherever I want to go. No shuttling me off into one of those cheap side streets so your friends won't see you. I want to go where they give out the good candy.

After she had extracted her quart of blood Danny left Mary Margaret alone while we wandered through the exhibition rooms of the museum.  It turned out to be the most peaceful part of the day.  There were not a large number of people and it seemed like we had it to ourselves.  That held true even when Danny fond a large bench at the end of a corridor and use that as the location for my apology.  I played it up as big as I could and she and Mary Margaret ate it up. It was still embarrassing getting down on my knees in front of my little sister and begging her forgiveness. I even had to kiss her hand. Mary Margaret suggested that Danny have me kiss her foot but she settled for her hand.  I just hoped that Sally would be as easy.

In Crown center I again had to take Danny around as she explored a number of stores.  The most embarrassing scene came in a toy store.  I was watching Danny while leaning up against the counter feeling very self-conscious and exposed. When someone behind me let out a loud whistle and said, "Nice outfit, I really like those tights you're wearing."

I glanced back and saw a boy, about Robert's age, an older girl about seventeen whom was telling the boy to be quiet.  "Jeffry you Dork Brain, you're so rude."   They disappeared in the store only to come back by me on the way out.  Now an older lady who was probably the mother joined them.  He had to make one more remark as he sarcastically said. "Oooooh my, I really like those tights, you look soooo good in them."  

His mother, obviously irritated with him, very sweetly said. "That's very surprising Jeffrey dear. I didn't know you liked tights, but if you want, I'll be glad to get you some."  Jeffrey's mouth fell open in shock.  That was certainly not the reaction he had been expecting. He stood there for several seconds before he frantically said that he had been kidding and he really didn't want to wear a pair of tights like some pansy ass fag.

I don't know Jeffry, you are right, that young man does look very good in his tights, are you sure you don't want to try a pair.  Then his sister, reminding me of Sally, said "Yea Mom, maybe then he won't be so rude in public anymore."  

I didn't hear the rest of the conversation as I was getting away from them as quickly as possible looking for Danny and Mary Margaret.

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