Larry's Entrance to Boihood

Even though Jon had posed a question to the group, they were silent. He'd known they would be. He felt his confidence restored, shaking his head at his previous foolishness, he now knew this just had to be anyone but Lauren Adkins. The sound of flip flops entering the room caused four boys to rush into Lauren's previous stall, one covering her mouth, the other two not letting go of her hands. Jon was the only other one.

"You boys just loitering, or enjoying the beach?" A gruff voice said.

"No sir." One said with a serious tone.

"Just kidding boys. Y'all have a good day." The flip flops left the room. The boys were having a great day! Lauren was not. Her screaming had been muffled to below the noise of the wind.

"Dude. Holy shit. Tighty fucking whities." One dude said as he pulled the tight waistband, snapping back into place on Lauren, who was no longer muzzled. "Bro, he's fat as fuck too, like holy shit."

"Dude you're right."

"Damn bro even the undies don't fit him."

All the boys piled onto bullying the horrified Lauren, who had to listen to them commenting on her terrible mullet, her horrid underwear, and general lack of any features. But they weren't bullying her for being her. No, they were bullying her for being a boy who tried to act like a girl, mentioning his stubby legs and squeaky whining voice. Nothing prepared Lauren for when Jon spoke up.

"Come on guys, the lil guy looks scared outta his mind. Let's get him some ice cream to calm his nerves." Jon said, nodding to the boys. The gaggle of six boys, Lauren in the middle, left the room, arms interlocked. Vanessa stood near the exit, surprised, but not horrified, at seeing Lauren in the grouping. Her face was a mixture of shock and fright.

"Oh Larry, where are you going with your friends?" Vanessa asked as the group stopped. Lauren's voice was listened to by no one.

"He wanted some ice cream. We'll hang out with him Vanessa, no worries." Jon said with a smile. "Can I get your number just so Larry knows he's in safe hands."

Vanessa sent 'Larry' off with a wick, a grin, and a cackle once she was alone.

***

The boys were nothing if not truthful, as Lauren found herself holding ice cream cones; meanwhile, passerby's took notice to the fact that there was a boy, looking underage, in his underclothing. A police officer approached them as one of the boys shoved a milkshake straw into Lauren's mouth, silencing her.

"Hey guys, I know you're just having fun, but he can't just be walking around in his britches. Are his parents around at all?" A chubby, bored looking beach cop asked.

Lauren was horrified. People passed by, some accepting she was a he, and that 'he' was just some fucking weird kid in tighty whities. Shame didn't begin to describe it.

Jon the bully knew when to play nice and when to play mean, and now was a time for the former.

"Apologies officer. He's well, uh, our parents **** us to bring him." Jon said with a shrug. "He wanted ice cream so damn bad and well, he lost his swim trunks."

The officer laughed. "Oh, it's alright Jonnie, I can tell he's a bit more focused on the cones then nudity laws. Now, I'll get out your boys hair if you just grab him some beach clothes."

"Of course Officer." Jon said with a brief turn of the head, a smile towards 'Larry', and then waltzing towards one of the boardwalk stalls.

Lauren couldn't process the past, well, day, but the last hour or so had been a tail spin. Going from being in the water, hidden and safe, to exposed, then back to covered up, and now in the crowded boardwalk, hopefully getting more clothes to cover up. Maybe this trip was worth the price of her dignity. She'd get some beach clothes, get out of the tighty whities, and escape these ruffians. Her mind raced as she sucked on the straw, someone tugging on the back of her mullet to **** her. Jon lead the group of eight to a stall, and grabbed an item off the shelf for Lauren.

"I think Larry would look just great in this." He said with a smile.