>Mom and Aunt Jane had another stop to make but they didn't want to bring all the others along.  When we reached the Country Club Plaza they put Sally, and Erin in charge and let, Mary Margaret, Robert and Danny out.  Telling them we would be back in about an hour to an hour and a half and so meet us by the parking lot fountain in two hours.  I started to get out but Mom and Aunt Jane said that I had to come along.>They wouldn't tell me where they were going, and after we parked in front of a lingerie shop, the painful memories of the ballet shop flashed into my mind. My worries increased when they went inside. They maximized when the lady behind the counter knew Mother and Aunt Jane. They greeted each other like old friends.  >I was justified in worrying, as mother promptly said. "We have a young man here who needs corrective instruction because of is horrible behavior towards his sisters.  That is why one reason why he is already publicly dressed in tights and leotards. The other reason is because he has been wearing his sisters tights and leotards, and getting them all stained and filthy. Then last night he dumped a pail of water soaked kitty litter on his sister, cousin and their dates. He has become completely unmanageable and Jane suggested that the addition of wearing some additional girls stretchy nylon panties would be beneficial towards improving his deportment.">"Good for you, there is nothing quite like the constant snug feel of skin tight nylon to remind a young man of proper behavior.  Are you are trying something similar to what your mother did to your brother James, when he give you that black eye?" She asked.>That caught my attention, what had grandmother done to Uncle James here in a lingerie shop. I was feeling very scared with what I was hearing.  Mom had not said a thing said about panties earlier this morning when she put me back into tights.  Now it appeared that Aunt Jane was making suggestions, suggestions that I didn't like. It didn't help when my mother said. "Yes, just exactly like that, I'm surprised you remember. That seems like it was so long ago.">"Oh how could I ever forget that, I was here helping my mother just like Emily is now.  James threw quite a fit in the store that day. I really couldn't blame him.  It came as quite a shock to discover that he was going to wear girls clothing all summer. I remember it took your mother, mine and one assistant to finally get him under control."> >They went on for several more minutes while I stood there looking for a rock to crawl under. Apparently sometime when Mom and Aunt Jane had been little girls their older brother had gotten into a fight with them and Mom ended up with a black eye when he had hit her.  For Grandmother that had been the last straw.  She had brought him down here to this very same store and had outfitted Uncle James in girls clothing.  School had been out and she had made him wear them all summer long. Now they were planning to do something similar to me. I was scared, no not scared. I was terrified, knee knocking ready to fall on the floor and die, terrified. This couldn't possibly be happening to me.  It had to be a dream, a very bad dream. > It didn't help any that there was a young girl about Sally's age behind the counter smiling at me as she heard the three of them make suggestions on what to do to me. I was totally ignored as I stood there waiting for something to happen. I wanted to run and hide, but there was no place to run to. Running would only take me out onto a busy public street in downtown Kansas City. I didn't want that. I didn't want what was happening either but it was the lesser of the two. >What size does he wear, and is there any particular style and color you are looking for?"  She smiled at me as she said that, taking enjoyment from my situation. >Mother had my clothing sizes and she and Aunt Jane quickly told the saleslady what they wanted.>"Oh some blue of course, he is a boy.  He will also need basic white, some black and maybe another pretty color or two and pink for special occasions when he might need an especially strong reminder about proper behavior. >The saleslady took us over to several racks across the store where she made the necessary selections. It was embarrassing enough that they were buying panties for me to wear, I hoped that I wouldn't have to try any on but I didn't have that luck.  >The saleslady handed me several pair of powder blue panties with a lacy edge.  They had a soft slick feel, but I was so embarrassed I didn't know what I was doing. I stood there stupidly looking at them and did not know what to do, until the saleslady said. "I have and idea.  We have a nice large mirror over there and you both will be able to get a better idea how perfectly delightful these look on him.>Tears were starting to roll down my cheeks and Mother noticed my distress. "Are you feeling alright darling?"  It was so embarrassing when mother and Aunt Jane smiled at each other in understanding. >"I.…I…. I… couldn't speak, my throat was locked tight and my voice was gone.  I swallowed quickly trying to wet my throat so I could finally croak, "Mother, Please take me home, I promise I'll be good. I'll never, ever, treat my sisters bad again, I promise. I'll do anything you want, just don't make me do this!">"I'm sure you will darling, but after last night, your Aunt Jane and I both feel  that you need to experience this.  You need to experience what will happen to you when you misbehave. If you don't, I will have to punish you much harder next time and I don't want a next time.  That's also why you are going to be wearing your panties, tights and leotards until your actions show us you have changed your behavior.>Then the three of them took me to a large fitting room where I had to try on the panties over my unitard while Mom, Aunt Jane, and the sales lady looked on. They discussed styles materials and colors for some time as I, still in tears, tried on pair after pair. I didn't want to do it, but I just knew what would happen to me if I refused.  It would only make mother and Aunt Jane mad and I didn't want to make them madder then they already were.  >When they were satisfied with the fit mother picked out a nine pair of spandex nylon panties for me to wear.  I now had four pair of white, two pair of light blue, two pair of black, and one pair of bright pink.  Then the young girl came over with a package and showed it to my mother and Aunt Jane. I don't know what it was they wouldn't let me see, but they both thought it was cute and precious but they set them aside from my other panties.>Aunt Jane called me up to the counter and in front of  Emily and her mother, handed me a pair of white panties to put on under the unitard.  I didn't want to do it; I wanted to die, right there. Emily's face was one big smile now as she gleefully watched what was happening to me.  "Are you going to need help?" Mother asked me. The tone of her voice left no room for arguments.   I knew where that question was going so I grabbed the panties and this time remembered to have mom help me with the zipper on the unitard before I and headed for the dressing room. >I can't remember a thing about getting undressed and putting on the new panties.  I must have been in shock.  All I can remember is how cool and slick the felt, then being back in front of the counter as mom pulled the zipper back up snugly fitting the unitard back in place.  When I had my sweater and jacket on mother gave me the money saying, "Here darling you need to pay for your new panties.">I frantically pulled mother aside and asked her why she making me buy so many panties.  I told her I was going to behave since I didn't want to wear tights publicly when I got home.  I was sure I didn't need that many panties to wear during the trip and I wouldn't need them when I got back home and was wearing pants again.>"Darling I'm sorry, but you are confused about what is going to happen.  I thought you understood when I explained this morning. You're going to be wearing your tights and all your new panties for a long, long time. After all, you are the one that insisted you wanted to wear them, in the first place.>From now until we leave, you are going to be wearing your tights all the time. If you behave as a perfect gentleman for the rest of the trip, when you get home I will let you start wearing shorts again. If you continue to improve after we get home, I will let wear long pants again when you go back to school.  That does not mean you will stop wearing your tights and new panties, but just that you will get to wear them under your pants when you go out.  You will continue to wear them as underwear until I am certain that you will continue to behave. Your snug fitting tights and panties will be a constant reminder of what will happen if you misbehave.  It also allows to take away your pants anytime you misbehave. Be assured  I will take away your pants on the spot.  The first time it happens, I will take them away for one day, second time two days, third time three days and each new time will get longer and longer.">I had misunderstood.  This was horrible, what was going to happen at school?  I had gym class every other day at school.  How could I possibly wear tights to gym class. It was the worst thing that could possibly happen. "Mom I can't wear these to school, I have gym class," I wailed. "I'll be the laughing stock of my class.">Mom thought about that for a second before she said. "Well, if by the time school starts, you are behaving better we will let you wear regular underwear to school on gym days, but if you don't behave you will wear them to gym. That will give you another good reason to behave better, won't it.  But if I do that, you will have to change into your tights and panties as soon as you get home. Is that a deal.">I was boxed in and there was no way I could run. I had to agree to her terms, I didn't have a choice. It would be too horrible if I didn't.  I could just imagine the reaction from the other boys if I wore pink tights and panties to gym class.>Then mom gave me the money and sent me up to the counter, you need to pay for your own purchases dear, she said.  Emily was at the cash register, and she was all smiles.  I wanted to pay and leave, but Emily was enjoying herself.  Very politely she played twenty questions, just to see how far she could go in embarrassing me. She knew what was happening but she pretended like I was just another girl buying nylon panties.>I looked over at Mom and Aunt Jane, I wanted to go, but they were talking to the storeowner leaving me to face Emily's embarrassing questions.  That's when I realized the kind of questions I would receive from Mary Margaret and Danny when we got back to The Plaza.>Mom and Aunt Jane chatted all the way back to the parking lot at the Plaza and their conversation was about Uncle Jimmy. "Jane, what ever happened to those outfits mom had made for Jimmy?" Mom asked.>"I don't know, Mom saved a lot of his things, they may be packed in mothballs, in one of the attic trunks.  Are you thinking what I'm thinking?">"Yes, I think I may want to take a quick look through some of those trunks." Mom said.>I hoped they weren't thinking what I was thinking, but I knew they were. When we got back to the Plaza the other girls wanted to know where we had gone but I didn't tell them a thing about what had happened or what mother was now forcing me to wear under my tights.  They found out soon enough anyway.>For the remainder of the evening I tried my best to be polite and courteous to Mary Margaret, my sisters and cousins.  It was hard work.  Danny even commented to Mother about how nice I was acting.  She said I probably was sick or something.  I knew it was the 'Or something.'  I worked at it diligently that I almost forgot how I was dressed and started to enjoy myself that evening.  >We stayed there late so we could see and enjoy all of the Christmas lights on the building and street decorations.  By the time we got home, Danny, Robert had fallen asleep, and I was dozing off.  By the time I helped get Robert into bed I fell down beside him still wearing the black unitard and new panties.>When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the house.  There was a note on the kitchen table telling how the others had gone off shopping, but they decided I needed the extra rest so they had left me alone.  >I quickly got out of the detested unitard and panties so I could take a quick shower.  I discovered that while they had left me home alone mom had removed all the rest of my regular underwear from the suitcase leaving me only my new panties to wear. >Problems developed when I got out of the bathroom and discovered Erin and Sally waiting for me. >"I just wanted you to know how much I enjoyed mom putting me in charge of supervising your punishment. I just want you to know right now, I don't think there is a chance in the world that you will have improved enough so that won't be wearing tights when you go back to school.  You need to be thinking about what you are going to tell all your friends when you walk in the front door of school in black short shorts and pink tights the first of next year.  I know I am going to love watching it.  I plan on letting you out right there at that long walk from the corner.  That way you will get to go past all the kids getting off the busses and where all the parents drop off their kids.  It should really be interesting seeing what kind of reactions you get.  >Now as for what is going to happen today. It was so thoughtful for Mom and Aunt Jane to leave you here all alone, while they do some shopping. It's like an early Christmas present for us. Erin and I have decided we want you come along shopping with us today. It's going to be so exciting for you; we invited Bill and Steve. You remember Bill and Steve from Sunday night.  They are really looking forward to meeting you. They want to personally tell you what they thought about your little trick. Today is your payback day for the wet bucket of kitty litter water and all the other dirty and sneaky little things you have done."> >"I have been waiting for so long to catch you alone like this. I've planned lots of neat and interesting things for us to do together. Since you have this thing about wearing my tights and leotards I saved out a special outfit just for you.  I don't think you have seen it yet, but I brought it along just in case you found the chance to wear it for me. You should really like it, it's like all the my other dance clothes you have been wearing, it's got bright colors, it fits skin tight, and best of all it's nice and shiny."  >She pulled a long bright pink garment out of the bag and proudly held it up for me.  It's just like my other two unitards. Long sleeves, back zipper, but this one is shiny nylon. It's heavier with lots of spandex so it will really stretch tight. I really like the color, I think its called Neon Hot Pink and the shine makes it look even brighter. Just wait until you get it out in the sunshine, the sunlight will make it so bright it looks like you are lit up like a Neon sign, and you are definitely going to wear it out in the bright sunshine today. So if you're ready, lets be a good boy and put on this pretty unitard.">There was no way I was going to peacefully let the two of them dress me in that outfit. "I'm not going to put that on or go anywhere with you bitch," I said, as I jumped out of the bed. In trying to get past Sally I got to close to Erin who stuck out her foot causing me to stumble and fall on the floor. >Erin and Sally were on top of me in an instant with Sally demanding an apology for calling her a bitch. "You better apologize or you are going to really be sorry.  I don't like being called that," she said.>"Fuck you, bitch I don't care what you don't like.  You're a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.  How's that?  I've called you a bitch twelve time over, and there is nothing you two little bbbbiflte smiiiiiiifths, mufffing.......">Oops, I was wrong, there was something they could do, they gagged me.  While I was struggling, Erin had stuffed a golf ball in my mouth and Sally got a roll of surgical tape from the bathroom closet.  Then they taped my mouth shut over the golf ball.  I stared at them in rising panic as I realized what the two of them had done to me.  >As she came over to my bed I tried to escape off the far side.  I almost made it, but was grabbed and thrown back into the bed by Erin who had somehow gotten behind me. Erin jumped on top of me and quickly got a grip on my arm twisting it behind my back.  I was in serious trouble as Sally taped my hands together while Erin kept them pinned behind my back. Unable to fight them now, Erin and Sally quickly removed my pants and underwear as I struggled against them on the bed.>"There we go, now he's all ready to put on those shiny new panties mother and Aunt Jane bought for him yesterday, Sally said.">I watched as Erin held up a white pair of my new panties. I felt like a small animal caught by a hungry cat as she came closer to me holding the detested garments.  I wished now I had not mouthed off at them and gotten my mouth stuffed with a golf ball.  I shook my head wildly as Erin came over next to me with the white panties. >"Wait Erin, I don't think he wants to wear those panties.">Oh jeez that was right, I nodded my head yes.  But I didn't think they were going to stop just because I was asking them. >Then Erin said. "You're right, but it's not the panties, it's the color. He's got such a keen fashion sense.  He can tell that white won't coordinate well with the pink unitard.  He want's the pink pair, silly.">"Oh Sally, you are so right. What ever could I have been thinking of.  We almost made him commit a terrible fashion faux pas. He would never be able to forgive us if we make him go out wearing white panties under a pink unitard. Especially when there is such a nice pretty pink pair that will go oh so well with the unitard.">They were cruelly teasing me as I continued to shake my head no.>"No Erin, wait. I don't think he wants to wear those either. It's something else. You know I think our sly little fashion devil wants to try something truly daring. I think he wants to wear the black panties under his unitard.  It's such a subtle sense of flair that I never thought I would see in him," Sally said.>"Oh you are so right on that, Sally. I was in such a hurry to see how he looks in the nice new panties that I just couldn't follow what he was wanting.  Well hand me those black panties and let's get him started, times a wasting and we have lots of places to go and oh so many interesting things to do.">The both started laughing at their catty humor as Sally handed Erin the black panties. Erin, black panties in hand, came over next to the bed and asked. " Which do you want, painful or easy? Either way you are going to put these on."  I tried my best, kicking and struggling but with my hands tied, Sally easily held me still enough, that Erin was able to dress me in the shiny black panties. >Then while Erin gathered up one leg of the unitard in preparation for putting them on my legs. Tied, there was no way I could stop them.  I tried though, I really made them work at it. I dug my feet into the covers and shoved Sally off the side of the bed and onto the floor. I had a moment of freedom before they grabbed me again. The problem is that it's very difficult to turn a doorknob when your hands are tied. >Back on the bed again, the outcome was forgone and I found myself dressed in the shiny hot pink unitard. I couldn't believe the next garment Sally held up, it was a black pair of briefs with shoulder straps that crisscrossed in the back. >Realizing how that was going to look I struggled with them again as they worked my feet into the leg holes and pulled it up to my waist forcing me to wear it on top of the shiny pink unitard. God where was Mary Margaret.  Of all days where was she when I needed her the most, she wasn't around.  I prayed desperately to hear the doorbell ring, but it didn't.  Then with both the trunk and unitard pulled up to my waist they rolled me over on the bed and taped my feet together. With my feet secure they untied my wrists. Then with one arm pinned they worked the other into the sleeve of the unitard. Pulling the straps over my shoulders finished my black trunks. Now with both my arms fitted into the sleeves of the unitard, they pulled up the back zipper on the unitard.  The shiny nylon had a rubbery slick feel to it that was different from any I had worn before. I knew that if the circumstances had been different I would love wearing the unitard just for the way it felt. Now it just felt like I was trapped inside of a skintight suit of rubbery feeling nylon. Trapped for some purpose I wasn't going to like.  Done Sally and Erin re-taped my wrists together.>The next item from the bag was not as bad as the trunks, but make no mistake about it, I couldn't be called good.  "Kind of chilly outside today, and we don't want you to get cold," Erin said as she pulled out knitted legwarmers in matching pink and black stripes. No Way, was what I wanted to say but all that came out was, "Noopf Ahhay," as I struggled with them. I was kicking out frantically with my legs trying to keep them from putting them on me, but I was soon the unwilling wearer of a heavy pair of pink and black striped legwarmers.  They were right, they were warm.>Sally was finishing up the dressing as she tightly buckled on a pair of black tap shoes on my feet. Then she held me face down on the bed as Erin left the room for a few moments. I heard her rummaging in the bathroom before she came back. She knelt down next to me on the bed and removed the tape and golf ball from my mouth. She quickly clamped her left hand over my face squeezing closed my nose while pried open my mouth with her right hand and scraped off a soft glob of something slimy from her finger.  Just as she put another piece of surgical tape across my lips I recognized what she had given me.  Soap, I had a big sticky ball of hand soap in my mouth. >With my mouth closed, I couldn't spit it out.  As the soap started to irritate the walls of my mouth I stared salivating and that only made it suds up.  "Don't swallow it, Erin said, "that will make you sick."  Of course I didn't want to swallow it, that was the last thing I wanted to do.  However the more I struggled with the soap the worse it sudsed up.  She tied a big fluffy towel around my neck. "In case you have an accident, we don't want you to get your outfit all wet." she said.>"Mom did this to Robert once for cussing." Erin said. "Mom said it's very effective on naughty little boys.  Let them play with their little soap ball for ten minutes and they will quickly learn not to use nasty words.">God it was horrible, there was nothing I could do to get rid of the soap.  My mouth filled up with soapsuds and the soap irritated and burned the inside of my mouth. It tasted terrible, and everything I tried only made it feel and taste worse.  I was more then ready when she asked me if I was ready to apologize.  I quickly nodded my head up and down silently, saying yes, yes, yes.>They tied a towel around my neck, "We don't want you to get soap all over my pretty unitards," Erin said before she took the tape off my mouth. Then they made me hold the soap and suds in my mouth while I apologized.  Every time I tried to speak some of the suds spilled out onto the towel but I finally told them I was sorry for calling them both bitches.  That's when they finally let me spit the mess of soap out of my mouth.  Then Erin gave me some water to rinse out my mouth before grabbing the golf ball again.>The telephone rang and when Erin ran to answer it I tried to get away from them. But with my hands still tied they quickly caught me and reinserted the golf ball in my mouth. I tried talking to her but all I could do was mumble. A struggle endued that ended with them leading me out the back door to Erin's car.  I can still remember frantically struggling with Sally as Erin opened the door and they dragged me out to the car.  Of all the places I wanted to go, out was not one of them.  However out is where I went.  I even tried to run away from them.  I figured if I could get over to Mary Margaret's house but they caught me before I could get more then a few feet up the driveway.>The closest comparison I can make to help you understand my stepsister Sally and what it was like living with her, is how much she reminds me of Ms. Parker on the TV show "The Pretender." At seventeen Sally, who is very intelligent, had fully developed all of Ms. Parker's worst attributes, arrogance, sarcasm, bad temper, and a full blown feeling of her own self importance.  Sally demanded that the world rotate about her, for her.  My cousin Erin was a follower not a leader and was someone who would go along with whatever Sally decided.>Copyright by Seeker 2001

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