I remembered a small boy I had seen in our doctor's office.  He knew he as going to get a shot and was trying to talk his mother out of it, but she wasn't listening.  The longer she ignored him the more frightened he became, until finally when the nurse came to get him he was hysterical. It took both the nurse and his mother to drag him off down the hall as he kicked and screamed.

At the time I had felt smug and condescending toward him, but now I could sympathize. I was sitting here in the car with a cold panicky feeling growing larger and larger, in the pit of my stomach.  I desperately wanted to be anywhere else, doing anything else, but sitting here in a skintight pair of tights and suspender trunks.  Just like the little boy, I was already silently screaming no, no, no please don't make me do this, over and over again.  I also knew I didn't have a choice and in a few short minutes I would be forced, very unpleasantly forced, to wear them out in public to please Sally and Erin.

Much to quickly the nightmare scenario become cold hard fact as Erin finally stopped at a large open-air shopping center.  It was a long strip mall with a department store like K-Mart, on one end. I think it was called Zayre. We were at the end of the center away from the department store and closest to the main road. Sally removed the tape and golf ball and then told me to get out of the car.  I refused; there was no way I wanted to go out dressed like this. I still had my hands taped together and as I begged and pleaded with them Sally opened my door they forced me out of the car. Standing openly in the large lot, I felt like I was being stared at by hundreds of eyes.  It was a crushing experience, and all I wanted to do was run and hide. I vividly remember saying "No, please no, Sally please don't make me do this. I'll do anything you want, anything, I promise. Just let me back in the car, please."

Sally looked at me for a second before she reached out and patted my tear covered cheeks, sarcastically saying. "I'm sure you would, you've always been such a good little brother to me, so thoughtful, considerate and kind. And while I appreciate very much your kind offer to do anything I want, it's really not necessary. You are already doing exactly what I want you to do, and you will get to continue to do it all day."  With that Sally removed the tape binding my hands behind my back and I was totally free of them, but unable to do anything to improve my situation.  

I stood there by the car as Sally explained what was happening shifting my weight from one side to the other desperately wanting to run and hide, but still hoping they would let me back into the car. As they explained what I had to do my feeling of desperation deepened. They were going to the department store and I had to do several things before I joined them.  First, I had to go across the street and get them a couple of drinks at the 7-11.  Second, since there was a card shop in the center, I had to buy each of them a nice card saying how sorry I was for the nasty things I had done to them. Then I was to find them in the department store.  To do all that I had to cross two busy streets, twice, then walk across a busy shopping center using the sidewalks in front of all the other stores, and then locate them inside the department store.

Then there was my costume, I don't think there is a way anyone could possibly understand the extent of how difficult and embarrassing it felt. I had not realized how bright the outfit would be. As glaring and vibrant as the name Neon Hot Pink sounds, it doesn't begin to describe how bright and vibrant the color is in direct sunlight. It made the red tights from my second day look dark and subdued. The brightness of the pink was highlighted and intensified by the sharp and vivid contrast between the Neon Hot Pink unitard and the black suspender trunks. That was further echoed by the stripes on the legwarmers. Even with my desperate tugging, my jacket barely came below my waist, leaving it painfully obvious I was wearing black suspender trunks. I was screaming inside but nothing came out, Oh my God, I couldn't believe what Sally and Erin were doing to me. I tried one last time to talk Sally into letting me back into the car.  I begged and pleaded with her not to do make me go out dressed like this.

She smiled at me saying, "I agree with you, it's certainly not something I would ever think a boy would want to wear under any circumstances and certainly not out in public. I've always thought it very daring and it's my outfit.  It made me nervous the few times I wore it, and I only wore it to the spa. I wouldn't have the nerve to wear it outside like you are going to do, in a crowded shopping center.  It's not an experience I want to have. I can only imagine what kind of hell it will be for you to wear them, and I can't think of anyone that better deserves to have the experience. However, Erin and I want you to tell us what it was like when you are done."  She and Erin both laughed at that, and it was a remark that would come back to haunt them later.  Then she went on, "Enough chit chat, you have lots of places you have to visit, so you better get moving. Don't take too much time, we may not wait for you very long in the store." Then they drove off leaving me standing there in the bright sun.  I ran after them for several yards continuing to plead and call out to them, but they ignored me.

The 7-11 just across the street was first. Yea right, half a block down and across a major thoroughfare and intersection.  It was six lanes of heavy traffic with a traffic light on a four lane cross street, and I had to cross both streets.  I pushed the crossing button but it took forever for the light to finally change.  It didn't help my case of jitters any to have a car load of boys pull up along side of me and call out obscene comments, hand gestures, and suggestions as I stood there waiting for the light to change. While I was waiting I spotted Erin's car parked at the edge of the street where the two of them could watch my humiliating journey to the store.  Then the light changed I had to walk in front of six lanes of stopped cars, full of people staring at me.  While I was happy to finally get across the street, I finally noticed the noise I was making. The shoes Sally and Erin had buckled on my feet were black patent leather tap shoes with large heavy-duty taps, and I was making a loud clickity-tap, clickity-tap with each step.  If anyone didn't notice my outfit the loud noise from my walking was certain to make them look.

It seemed like another forever wait at the second light while millions and millions more cars with staring people drove past me. Each time one honked or yelled at me, I became increasingly embarrassed. I desperately wished the light would hurry and change. I kept tugging on the bottom of my jacket to try to pull it down further to cover my bright pink unitard.  When the light changed I discovered that running only made the shoes louder and worse, they went clickity-clack-tap, clickity-clack-tap, clickity-clack-tap. I was sure I could be heard all the way across the street where Sally and Erin were watching from Erin's car. As far as grabbing attention, the only thing I lacked was a set of bright flashing lights and a siren.

At the 7-11, something finally started going my way.  There wasn't but one car pulled up in front and the inside of the store looked almost deserted. That was certainly a relief after the earlier trips through 7-11s. Dressed as I was, it wasn't easy.  I took several deep breaths, gritted my teeth and opened the door.  I am sure that a number of people saw me but I didn't hear anyone commenting on my tights.

It was as I was filling one of the drinks that I realized I needed to use the bathroom, and I was wearing a unitard.  It was worse then I had figured that it could be. The black suspender trunks were easy, but it took forever to get the unitard off. I twisted and squirmed about in the bathroom trying desperately to get a grip on the zipper pull so I could pull the zipper down. For several panicky minutes I thought I would have to go ask someone in the store to help me. Either that or end up peeing in the unitard.  It was two very unpopular choices on my part. I could just see myself going up to some lady in a line.  "Excuse me madam, you don't know me but would you really mind helping me pull down the zipper on my unitard." Or worse I would have to ask some big burly looking guy with a wad of chewing tobacco in his mouth.

That visual nightmare intensified my efforts and I was finally able to find and grasp the slippery zipper pull. With a huge sigh of relief I managed to pull the zipper all the way down in the back. I did it, but it felt like I was breaking my arm while I dislocated my shoulder. The heavy nylon was now sticky with sweat and gripped my skin so tightly that even unzipped I thought I wouldn't be able to get the unitard off. Now I was feeling panicky and scared that if I got it off I wouldn't be able to get it back on. What was supposed to be a quick pee took became a twenty-minute struggle and a mental nightmare that left me exhausted. Then the entire procedure had to be repeated in reverse as I got dressed. I was feeling somewhat proud about my accomplishment in defeating the evil unitard zipper when I stepped back into the store.  While I had been in the bathroom dancing with my unitard, a mob had descended on the store. From somewhere nearby a large convention crowd had all decided to visit the 7-11 at the same time.

There must be something in the 7-11-policy manual about how slow the lines are supposed to be.  Or it could have just been my run of luck with long lines. Actually by my wristwatch the line moved quickly it just seemed like it took forever. My how time flies when you are having fun. The trip back was much easier but I was still very self-conscious standing at the traffic lights. I knew I was conspicuous and easily seen by hundreds of people, as I did my Broadway tap dance number back across two streets.  My face as brightly red as my unitard was pink, from the appreciative horn honking and loud comments yelled at me as they drove past. It was a relief to get into the seclusion of the open parking lot.

Erin drove over as I headed for the card shop.  She and Sally were thirsty, and wanted their drink now.  "Card shop next, better make them good, we've been thinking about a few more places to go with you in such a pretty outfit," Sally said.  The only place I wanted to go was home, and hide under the covers until Christmas was over and I could go back to the safety of school.

Walking on the sidewalk in front of the stores wasn't easy either. Everyone could easily see what I was wearing, and with Christmas approaching there were many people to see it.  I was in constant humiliation and embarrassment as I passed person after person who smiled, giggled or laughed at me. If seeing myself in the window reflections wasn't bag enough I saw numerous people stop, turn point and stare at me after I had passed them. I was dying inside.  I really can't blame them, a girl openly wearing shiny pink and black in public was very unusual, on a boy it was unheard of. I just wanted to get off the sidewalk.

I finally found and entered the Hallmark card shop.  While I stood by the front door catching my breath a smiling sales clerk came up offering to help.  When I told her what I wanted she paused for a minute and said. "You just have to tell us why you are dressed like this, did you lose a bet or something?" I told her how my sister and cousin were getting punishing me for pouring a bucket of water on them and their dates when they came home after curfew. She and another lady at the cash register both thought it was funny.  But she led me over to where the cards were located and helped me pick them out.  It didn't help that the cashier couldn't keep from giggling and the harder she tried to stifle her giggling the worse it became. I thought a couple of times she was going to end up swallowing the hand she kept pressing across her mouth. I took as long as I could making my decision, savoring my time in the relative calm of the store before I returned to the brightly lit sidewalk. Self-consciously I paid Giggles for my cards and got ready to leave. The shopkeeper and cashier, were both again watching intently as I stood by the front door trying to get up the nerve to leave the store.  I didn't want to walk down to the department store dressed in pink spandex unitards, but I didn't have much choice.  I stood by the front door for a few minutes that seemed like hours watching people and cars go by as I tried to getup the nerve to leave.  Finally I took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, my unitard and suspender trunks again visible to everyone as I continued walking as quickly as possible to the store.

I had my head down trying to avoid looking at people, and I didn't see Steve until he stepped in front of me. Panic set in, like none I had ever experienced before. Sally had done this to me. She had told me I would be seeing Steve and Bill today but I had forgotten it.  I didn't have any idea what he was going to do and I didn't want to find out. I turned to run back down the sidewalk and ran into Bill who had come up behind me.

"Well look here, Steve. It's Mr. Pinky the litter box boy." Bill said as he took a grip on my right arm.  "Erin told us we might be able to meet you here today. We've been so looking forward to having some quality time together."  Each grabbed a hand and walked me down to the store where Sally and Erin were shopping.

An eternity later we reached the store, but whatever hope I had of it being a refuge was quickly killed. The store was packed, and worse Sally or Erin weren't waiting for us. Steve and Bill started walking me up and down the aisles looking for the girls. We were searching the aisles for them when a girl came into the aisle I was in.  She stared at me, open mouthed, for a second before she suddenly rushed off. As we continued down the aisle but I heard her talking to a friend.  

"You've got to come see this, there is a guy wearing pink and black tights and legwarmers in the next aisle." Her friend didn't believe her and they both came back over. They followed after us, laughing and giggling, as we continued to look for Sally and Erin. I wanted to run down the aisles as quickly as I could, to get rid of them, but Bill and Steve wouldn't let me. They made me walk slowly along with my shoes continuing to go clickty-tap, as they followed behind us. The two of them followed me around the store until they met another friend.  I now had three teenage girls, about my age, following me. All the times' back at school I would have killed to have three good looking girls interested in me, but now I just wanted them to go away.  I had overheard their whispered conversations several times. They wanted to know why I was dressed in tights, and none had the nerve to come up and ask me. They were having a hilarious time at my expense making suggestions to each other about why I was dressed in pink and black. Some were very embarrassing. Their lack of nerve suited me just fine, I didn't want to have to explain the reason to them.

It wasn't until we found Sally and Erin that they got up the nerve and asked "Excuse me, but my friends and I are dying to know why you are dressed like that.  Is it for costumes party or have you lost a bet or something?  That's when Sally and Erin told them I was being punished by wearing a hot pink and black unitard outfit, and why.  They thought it was priceless, one even gave Sally and Erin several suggestions about where it would really be funny to take me.

Then Bill and Steve came up with a couple of things they had found.  Steve had found a clearance table with a couple of Halloween costumes.  The one he liked was a Cat costume.  It had a black headband with pointed cat ears, black gloves and a long black tail. He thought it would go perfectly with my outfit. Bill thought it needed something so he found a black nylon collar and leash to go with it.

I didn't have any choice in what happened next.  Bill and Steve dragged me over to the fitting room.  There was no attendant and I was quickly hustled into an empty room.  Steve got me in a headlock and bent me over while Steve ran his hand down my back and under my black suspender trunks.  "Got to pin the tail on the Kitty. You know, it would be much more fun if we could shove this tail up your ass and let you walk around with it like that all day."  Suddenly I didn't like where the conversation was taking us and I tried to get loose from them, but Steve held me tightly as I squirmed and struggled to get away from them. Bill quickly finished attaching the tail, leash, headband; gloves then buckled on the collar.  Then they dragged out of the fitting room by my new leash and collar, to where Sally and Erin could see me.  "Heel kitty," Steve said as they led me out, and I wanted to die. The three curious girls had followed along and they were standing there with Sally and Erin.

Then while Bill held me still Sally and Erin drew whiskers on my face with a black mascara pencil.  Then they put a red circle of makeup on each cheek, before making me look at myself in the large mirror.  I looked like some kind of horrible example of a Halloween costume gone terribly wrong.  With the color combination and the look added by the black gloves, tail, collar and leash it had openly sexual overtones.  On a girl it would have looked intensely sensual, on a boy it looked intensely but weirdly sensual.

After paying for our purchases they escorted me back out to the car. Safely out of view, I was just starting to relax a bit when Erin said. "I know, let's go to the mall, he can help go shopping mall." I felt sick as I listened to their suggestions. Steve wanted to lead me slowly throughout the mall with my collar and leash.  Covering first one floor then the other on both sides till I had walked in front of each store in the mall at least once. Erin and Sally wanted to do some shopping.  Then Steve suggested we stop in the middle and have lunch in the crowded food court. I could be their maid and go fetch them their food orders.  That way they could combine all the suggestions into one plan.

I wanted nothing to do with it, when I got out of the car I lowered my head and butted Steve in the stomach so that he fell back on his ass releasing the leash.  I saw the mall security car driving slowly around about five or six rows away. I started running toward him, yelling and screaming trying to get his attention.  I made it about three rows when Bill grabbed me from behind pulling me up short by my leash.  Steve was only a short distance behind him, and the two of them frog-marched me back to where Sally and Erin were standing.  On the way back they described to me what would happen if I tried to get away again.

"We'll take you downtown and kick you out of the car and padlock your leash to a street sign on a busy corner.  Then you can figure out how to get your cute little pink and black ass home without some pervert picking you up for a really interesting and educational experience." Suddenly walking with Sally and Erin through the mall sounded much better then it had just a couple of minutes before. I didn't even struggle as Bill and Steve escorted me to the mall entrance.

They finally decided to combine the suggestion of walking and shopping until it was lunchtime. However with the girls along every time we went past a clothing store they insisted on stopping and doing a little shopping. At their slow rate of travel including shopping breaks it took until almost 2 and a half hours for us to cover half of the mall.

The picked a table in the crowded center of the food court and gave me money and their food order.  For the first time in several hours I was no longer tethered on the end of a leash.  Despite my earlier problems with the zipper I had a pressing need to use the bathrooms.  It was in the hallway by the bathroom that I found my deliverer, Mr. Bell.

There in front of me were some of his wonderful telephones.  I still had some change left from the card shop, I just didn't know if mom would be home yet, but I had to try. My prayers were answered. It only rang for a couple of times before it was answered by a very worried Mother. They had gotten home to drop off some things when Mary Margaret came over.  She had been trying to find me all morning, and I had not answered the doorbell.  She thought I was with Mom and Aunt Jane.

There was total quiet on the other end of the line as I told her what Sally, Erin, Bill and Steve were making me wear and do. She told me to wait for them at the opposite end of the mall from where Sally and Erin were going to pick me up.  I quickly disappeared into the service hallways and made an easy escape from my tormenters.

I tried to be inconspicuous as possible as I waited by the package pickup entrance to Sears. Well as inconspicuous as I could be while wearing bright pink and black. Thirty minutes later the van pulled up, Danny, and Mary Margaret jumped out.  

Danny and Mary Margaret ran over to where I was standing. Danny greeted me in her own way, a long and loud wolf whistle. Mary Margaret didn't say anything, but her eyes never left me once as we walked back to the van. I was quickly in the safety and security of the back seat of Aunt Jane's van. It helped relieve some of the tension I was feeling from my last two and a half hours in the mall.

It took some time for me to tell what had happened, I wanted to explain it in a way that was as advantageous tome as possible and that wasn't hard. When I was done, Mother was embarrassed, regretful, furious and apologetic.  Aunt Jane was horrified and furious about what Sally and Erin had done. I knew the two girls had really stepped in it, especially when Mom and Aunt Jane decided to not try to find Sally and Erin.  Mom wanted them to worry about what had happened to me when they weren't able to find me in the mall. She and Aunt Jane decided that was a good idea to let them think about their actions a bit before they came home, and let them come on home when they were ready.  

I loved every minute of it as I imagined what it was going to be like as the four of them frantically searched for me in the mall when I didn't return with their money or food.   They wouldn't want to call home and check, but would go quickly frantic, as they were unable to locate me anywhere in the mall.  It was truly a fiendish complication to throw into the situation. I loved it.

Then Mary Margaret ambushed me. I was starting to go upstairs to change when she called out to me. Just as I turned the strobe light on her camera went off.  I made a grab for her and tripped on the stairs falling on my face at the foot of the stairs. Another flash went off, then another as I struggled up glaring at her.  She was smiling at me from behind the camera, "Say Cheese," she said.  Flash, Flash, Flash.  Small and quick she easily beat me out the front door, and I was halfway down the front steps before I realized I was still in my pink and black cat costume.  

She goaded me with, "Oh yes, bright sunlight is so much better for pictures, don't you think so?"  She stopped to take another picture only to take off again, squealing loudly when I grabbed her in the ribs. I almost had her. I chased her all the way to her house, threatening her.

"That does it Miss Smarty Pants, his outfit stretches, and now I really think I want to see how you will look wearing it.  I think you will look very cute as a little pink and black pussy cat, especially as I lead you all around the neighborhood on a collar and leash."   By this time she had made it to her house and disappeared inside, but not before sticking out her tongue at me and saying.  "I don't think so, you may be wearing them again however. So you had better treat me nicely, I'm the one with the photos. Besides, I don't look good in those colors; they'll clash with my hair and eyes. But you look so good in them.  Hey look, isn't that a car coming down the street." It was and I barely made it back up on the porch before they passed by.  Now I wanted to strangle Mary Margaret or do something even better. Get my hands on her while she was wearing something skintight and shiny.

Sally and Erin finally came in about eight hours later.   Their relief at seeing me was short lived; mother and Aunt Jane got a hold of them.  I don't know what was said, Mom and Aunt Jane took them into the front family room and shut the door.  There was a lot of yelling and shouting I heard Sally lose her temper and loudly cut loose at mom and aunt Sally saying some things she really shouldn't have said. Then there was a whole bunch of whiney sounding pleading; tears and crying before Sally and Erin came out. They were very unhappy as Erin ran up to her room in tears, with Sally following close behind.

The reason for the tears happened the next day. Danny woke Robert and I up the next morning telling me that Mom and Aunt Jane wanted me downstairs. In the kitchen Mom had me sit down as she and Aunt Jane explained that Sally and Erin were going to be punished for their behavior yesterday and filthy language they had used earlier.

Both girls nervously walked into the center of the kitchen wearing bathrobes.  At a nod from Aunt Jane they both removed their terrycloth robes revealing they were dressed as I was yesterday.  Sally in fact had out the same outfit I was wearing and Erin had on one slightly different, she was wearing a separate turtleneck leotard and tights in hot pink. Her black leotard had a scoop neck rather then a tank top like Sally's, and her leg warmers were solid black rather then striped.

At Aunt Sally's signal both girls nervously down on the kitchen chairs while Aunt Jane pinned white towels around their necks.  "Hands together behind the chair backs girls," she said as she brought over a glass of water from the sink.  "Just a sip, you don't want to much."

Erin, who had done this before had a sick look on her face as Sally took the first sip.  "Please mom, can't we take care of this another way, it isn't really necessary to do it this way, please don't make us do this."  Her mother ignored her as she brought over the glass for her sip.  

I couldn't keep my eyes off them now as they both stood there looking worried and scared.  Sally was holding up better then Erin who looked like she was about to cry.  Then Aunt Jane brought over the bar of soap.  Using a kitchen knife she cut off two quarter sized cubes.  Then she made first Sally then Erin open their mouths and accept their cubes of soap, before she set the kitchen timer for ten minutes.

"Start chewing, and do a good job. Chew those cubes all up, nice and small and swish them around in the water.  I want you to show me lots of suds when the timer goes off.  I know you don't want to have to do it over."

Both girls looked sickish by now.  The soap was starting to work on them. Sally had her eyes squeezed closed and was slowly, oh so slowly chewing on her ball of soap. Erin was keeping her eyes open but tears were flowing copiously down her cheeks as she chewed and swished the mixture around in her mouth. Oh I could feel for them, I knew exactly what it was feeling like, and I so savored my getting to watch them experiencing it.

By the end of two minutes both of them were slowly squirming about on the chairs.  I could tell they wanted to be somewhere else.  Sally's eyes were open now and I have her a friendly little wave with my hand.  She let out a nasty little growl and started to get up before Aunt Jane stopped her with a sharp word.

"Sally, behave yourself and sit still.  You don't want to do this over.  Second time takes twenty minutes to finish."  Sally's eyes were flashing now, her anger totally directed at me. Even while she was being punished, she was letting me know that she didn't consider it over.

Copyright 2001 by Seeker