Mother Knows Best

"Thank you, Alice," Jake's Mother said with a sigh, "at least someone in this house is on top of things!"

Jake couldn't believe his ears. "You can't be serious! I am not wearing a blouse to school."

"Jake! I did not raise some kind of bigot. They're just clothes. You are not going to be late over clothes! Now put it on, and thank your sister." Jake's mother stared bullets at him.

Jake's heart was pounding. Sure, he thought he wanted it...but this was too much, too soon. What if someone noticed? Jake shuddered as he felt something stiffen in his pants.

"Fine! I'll wear it," Jake said, turning reluctantly to head back upstairs to grab a blouse from the laundry basket.

His mother stopped him. "Not so fast. I said put it on, and thank your sister."

Jake couldn't believe it. Not only was he being **** to wear his sister's clothing, he had to thank her for it?

"Thank you, Alice." Jake spat out swallowing his pride.

"Your welcome Jakey," Alice said, clearly suppressing a small. She was more than enthused that her joke had been taken seriously by their mother. "Just don't come to me when you can't find your boxers!"

And with that, both his mother and sister burst out laughing. Jake winched, his stiffened dick straining against the fabric of his boxers.

Jake hurried to his sister's room, and grabbed a blouse out of her top draw. Sliding it over, he couldn't help but be jealous over the softness of the fabric.

When he undid his belt and pants to tuck it into his pants, he couldn't help but notice a small damp patch had formed from his pre-cum on his boxers.

He then identified the subtle differences between his usual school shirt to that of the blouse he found himself wearing. Underneath his jumper it was hard to notice many changes. Whenever his tie moved out of place he could see that the buttons were fastened from the wrong side and the collar was slightly more angled than usual. He tried to calm himself by deducing that it was due to the fact that he knew of the difference that he was noticing that it was a blouse rather than a shirt.

Sighing, he grabbed his bag and headed off for the bus.