A certain something Johnny forgot about causes an incident

“Okay then, now let’s get you undressed Johnny. ” States Grace as she claps her hands together, and turns to face Johnny.

She then starts to make her way from the door over to the bed where Johnny is sitting. Wasting no time she quickly strides on over to him with her already reaching to take of his jacket.

“Wait what why?” Johhny asks his eyes flicking around the hotel room like he’s looking for an escape route as he simultaneously pulls some of the covers from the bed over his body to protect himself from Grace’s outstretched hands.

With the fancy bed blankets thwarting her from stripping Johnny, Grace brings her hands back to her sides. Her resting them disapprovingly on her hips as she taps an irked foot on the carpeted hotel floor.

“Come now you can’t sleep in your clothes It’ll be uncomfortable.” Says Grace matter a factly, her frowning at Johnny as if he’s a fussy child.

“So you gonna make me sleep naked?” Johhny exclaims, an expression of concern now plastered on to his face as he pulls the covers even tighter over himself.

Grace nearly physically taken aback by such an outrageous statements flinches back just a few inches in her stance. She blinks rapidly a few times. Looking as if Johnny just stunned her with flash grenade or some other concussive ****. She looks him up, and down wondering what could’ve possible made the boy come to such ridiculous conclusion. Her shock however lingers for only a second or two, as almost in an effort to reaffirm her status as the ever level headed butler she quickly straightens her collar, and collects herself. Once calm, Johnny then watches as slowly a small amused smile slides across Grace’s face.

“A-ha you misunderstand I’m not suggesting something so...... scandalous.” Replies Grace with a playful twinkle in her eye as she pushes her glasses further into place on the bridge of her nose.

Strolling over to the hotel dresser that rests across from the foot of the bed she opens a drawer, and pulls out a lovely looking night gown. The piece is simple, yet also looks like it’s quite expensive to Johnny. It’s material appears to be a fine thin silk that’s no thicker then a quarter of an inch. The head space is square cut rather then v cut like some gowns, with the shoulder straps being those thin spaghetti kinds. The cloth is a dull pink with stylized flowers of a lighter shade of the same color pattern all over the piece. The dress of the gown is short, and simple circle skirt with about two inches of white frills on the end that contrast nicely with the patterned silk of the rest of the gown.

“When you first came with us to the hotel I took the liberty of purchasing some nightwear for you from a near by shop, I didn’t want to wake you yesterday with any attempt to put it on you then, but since your up and about now I believe you can take advantage of some sleeping garb no?” Grace explains as she shows the gown to Johnny with a very proud look on her face.

She seems awfully pleased with the night wear, her turning it round so that she can show it off to Johnny from all sides. Male fashion isn’t Graces speciality, her often having trouble finding clothes that a boy would approve of when she had to look after lady’s brother James. Oh how the young ward always seemed to find the outfits she picked out for him lacking. Of course he did try to be appreciative to Grace for her efforts, but it was clearly he didn’t think that Grace had much sense of style when it came to men’s wear. Her never once seeing James ever wear any of the clothe Grace would procure for him. With this pick though Grace thinks she’s finally got a grasp on the tastes of men. Her sure that Johnny finds the outfit as perfect for him as Grace thinks it is.

The word perfect isn’t exactly what Johnny would use when describing the grown. Him pressing his lips together to make a face as Grace continues to enthusiastically turn the gown back, and forth. The piece is very masculine it’s color and style exuding boyish charm. To much charm in Johnny’s mind, as this is nearly the completely opposite kind of dress then his normal tomgirlish outfits. It’s also kind of well....skimpy to put it lightly.

First of all the gown’s neck line is cut really rather low. With the bottom of the head hole trailing down long enough that if Johnny were to wear the thing it would show all of collar bone, and even a bit of his sternum. A truly lewd display! Why if he is to wear that gown he’ll be showing off at least two to three inches of chest cleavage! Secondly the skirt is just the worst! Its length doesn’t even look like it’ll reach even half way down Johnny’s tighs! It barley goes down pasts his hips! If he bends over even slightly he’d be more then giving any onlookers an eyeful, he’d be straight up flashing them!

Really the gown is the kind of attire a man would wear in completely privacy, or as an attempt to seduce a woman. Grace seems to be completely unaware of this though. Johnny not picking up any perverted from the butler as she looks at him with expectant eyes. He grinds his teeth while he stares at the gown it just the completely opposite of his style of modest, gruff tomgirl attire. Yet with Grace staring at him with that almost puppy dog face...

“T-thank you Grace it looks n-nice.” Johnny sighs him not having the heart to tell her what her really thought of the gown.

She’s going to to be the only one seeing him in it anyway so it doesn’t really matter. He just hopes she doesn’t take this a sign that she should get him some more boyish clothes to wear.

“Indeed, I think It’ll look great on you.” Grace exclaims, her reserved demeanor failing to conceal her palpable excitement to hear a man is approving of her sense of dress.

Grace then lays the gown out of the dresser all neat, and nice. She then takes out a pari of simple white panties, and bra from the same drawer she took the gown from.

“I also acquired some new undergarments for you so that I can wash your old ones.” Grace says.

Johnny just nods in response, his stomach getting butterflies as he realizes this means Grace will be seeing him fully naked again.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes shall we.” Grace says beginning to walk over to Johnny, with him making a bit of a face, and anxiously squirming around a little as she sits herself next to him on the bed.

“Now, now, there’s no need to pout it’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.” Grace says with a disarming smile that has a sliver of mirth behind it.

Johnny sighs again, him knowing that Grace is right on that front as she’s already saw everything he had in the bath. Reluctantly he complies, him taking the initiative as he starts to take off his jean jacket with his good arm. Grace quickly assists Johnny in this endeavor, her not want Johnny to end up accidentally irritating his injury. Together the two of them work to remove Johnny’s jean jacket with minimal discomfort. After that it’s his crop top, then his skirt, then finally his underwear, and bra. While the whole process having Johnny blushing the gentle way in which Grace slowly to away his layers of modesty sending his heart beating racing. It’s not like before when she took of his clothes, back then he was so on edge he was just trying to hold it together.

Now though with a calm mind he can’t help but focus on every touch, every brush Grace makes against his body. His flesh seems to tingle every time her gloved hands make contact with his skin. Soon he finds himself sitting completely naked say for the band aids covering his wounds, on the bed, his left hand covering his nipples from the cool air while his right obscures his penis from view. Grace’s eyes involuntarily wander over the boys naked form, her drinking in every couture, and mound before snapping back to attention. Quickly putting some distance between her, and him as to not be tempted to keep leering at the boy’s bits she grabs his discarded clothes, and brings them over to the dresser.

With swiftness, and efficiency she has Johnny’s undergarments, crop top, and skirt neatly folded next to each other on the dresser in seconds. However as Grace goes to fold the Jean jacket Johnny was wearing she feels something in one of the pockets. Pulling out the item to look at it she then suddenly stops in her tracks. Johnny looks at Grace, wondering why she’s just standing there when he notices an ominous chill go through the air. Slowly Grace turns around to face Johnny, her eyes narrowing at him with a less then friendly look.

“Johnny what is this?” Grace asks as she holds up the item in her hand.

Johnny’s face goes completely pale as he looks at the roll of money held between Grace’s fingers. In her hand Stella has the wad of cash Ashlyn had given Johnny for those lewd pictures she took of him.

“I searched your belongs before when you were at the hospital, and I know you didn’t have this so tell me where did you get it?” Grace speaks in a tone that is dead serious, her features hardening into a very stern expression.

“I-I-I.” Johnny struggles to speak as he becomes frozen like a deer In headlights.

His mind starts to race, a million different things going through his head, yet not one fully developed enough for him to even begin coming up with a response. The thought of Grace or Stella finding out about the money stupidly didn’t cross his mind at when he took it from Ashlyn. Johnny didn’t take the time to think of what to say if they did find it, or even about how they might react. With his mind twirling round in desperation, he turns his head left to right like he’s going to some how see a way out of this suddenly very awkwardly situation. Of course there is no get out jail free card here, only the iron cage of his own consequences.

“Johnny you need to tell me where this came from.” Grace takes a step forward her words still filled with a sense of severity.

The ebony woman some how feels almost a hundred feet tall now. Johnny swearing that he can feel himself shrinking down to the size of a mouse as he tucks his neck in and raises his shoulders in a pose displaying the deep discomfort he feels under Grace’s gaze right now. Those eyes of her’s, unyielding from behind those glasses make Johnny feel like they are twisting his very soul. They come at him with all accusatory, and suspicious of a needle. A needle that pierces into his very heart.

Johnny’s nakedness comes to the forefront of his mind, him feel even more exposed on multiple levels now. His uncovered flesh paralleling his uncovered secret, a intertwining of both physical and, meta physical state that syncs up into a sense heightened discomfort, of disgrace. Johnny tightens himself up into a ball even more like some how if he covered more of his body it could recover more of his secret, and Grace would just some how forget.

“I...I...” Johnny can feel his heart start to race, him beginning to hyperventilate as a feeling panic starts to grow with in him.

Grace gets even closer, her still having that stolid expression as she does.

“You need to tell me where you got this, did some one give it to you, did you steal it di-.”

“No!” Johnny exclaims him nearly yelling.

“I mean no I-I didn’t steal it.” Johnny says again, this time not as loud but still with just as much conviction.

Grace’s face seems to a bit soften after hearing this, her expression appearing not as adversarial, but still she eyes Johnny with a skeptical gaze.

“Alright then how did you get it?” Grace asks in tone that has certain air of soft authority.

Her words hold both an unwavering sense of determination to find out the truth, yet also a undertone of tenderness. It’s that same firm, but sympathetic way of speaking that a teacher would use when talking to a trouble student.

“Ashly she-she gave it to me, when I was left alone with her at the party she-she offered it to me, said she could tell I was...” Johnny trails off as he looks down at his knees as he can’t finish his sentence.

He can’t bring himself to talk about the photos. Yet to act as if Ashlyn had taken pity on him almost was just as much of humiliating concept. Saying it out loud to just made Johnny feel so much worse. It’s like an acknowledgment of that he’s a nobody. That if it not for hand outs he’d already be dead. Just some worthless street trash left to rot on the ground like the garbage he is! Rotting...rotting till the files, and maggots come to devour his decaying flesh. Maggots, and flies, maggots ! Maggots, maggots! He can see them! They are huge, crawling all over him he can see them!

Squishy, pulsating, disgusting, they’re all over! There’s hundreds of them, climbing over his body, He pinned the weight forcing him to the ground as the larvae completely bury him! It’s all going dark, the light fading out as they squirm over him. He’s being enveloped in hundreds of them, he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe! They’re all over him! It hurts something’s piercing his skin, he’s bleeding! They’re biting, biting into his flesh! The maggots their eating him, he’s being eaten alive!!! Is so dark every thing has gotten so dark, he can’t see through them they’re smothering him, he can’t breathe he can’t breathe!!! Opening his mouth he tries to scream! Some one help him!!! Then everything goes black...