Scene 12

Scene 12

It was the thirty first of October and to Aaron that meant today was going to be the last day of being grounded and tortured, it surely would take many years of therapy to get him through all the trauma, but he told himself time and time again that he was a man, no matter what anyone said or how he looked, that he was a man and he could get through this. Getting up that morning, after taking care of the morning necessities, like his morning skin care routine and brushing his teeth, he moved on to the part of his day he hated, or at least the first thing he had to do that he hated. In order to go to the bathroom he would have to remove the sticky tape like thing that was his tuck kit. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as it was at the start, but the idea that he was getting used to pushing his balls back up inside his body and having his dick held back wasn’t one he really wanted to dwell on.

Getting himself re-tucked with a new hit he slid on a pair of baby blue lace panties, the light material still felt good going up his legs, but it was an aspect of his everyday life at this point and no longer left him getting hard. Or at least it didn’t if he held his mind firmly on other things, something he was getting good at considering the other option was feeling a bit of pain as his dick tried to grow hard tucked away. Then he put on his bra, making sure the torturous device was put on correctly to make him appear to have womanly assets and today’s bra matched his panties in color, they were not an exact match but close enough for Aaron to let out a sigh when he realized what he had done.

The visage he saw in the mirror wasn’t one that helped his male ego, in fact it was a direct **** on it. The sexy panties that he would rather be touching himself with than wearing or better yet see another girl in were on his body with a flat crotch. His legs not only looked smooth without any hair on them, something he did not enjoy maintaining, but they also felt smooth after using the lotions his sister got for him with his own money. If he closed his eyes and ran his fingers over his thighs he could imagine he was feeling up a girl, not that he would ever admit to anyone he had done. Now though that wasn’t the only thing making his legs seem out of place, the addition of a light pink nail polish on his toes added much more to the effect. It felt like almost everything he saw was wrong, the clear coat of polish on his fingernails, the bust that he saw, fake or not, it didn’t belong.

In a few minutes he would be putting on some of his new clothes that had been purchased when he and his stepmother went shopping and Aaron would have to put on the makeup on his face like he had been taught. Lessons that were repeated with Dot present so she could learn too, the girl was too young for makeup, but she sure had a blast. Still looking at himself in the mirror he touched his face, wishing he would have felt stubble, anything to feel like a man. Instead his cheeks were smooth and he needed to put on his face for the day. “Primer, foundation, concealer, blush and highlighter.” He puffed his cheeks out before letting out a long breath. “Eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and then my lips…” He repeated the order things had to go on. The idea of it being called light makeup when it was anything but felt odd. Touching a bottle of concealer he thought back to that trip at the mall, going to clothing stores, shoe stores, an entire store dedicated to makeup sent a chill down Aaron’s spine.

That day Eve hadn’t actually made him wear a dress, but she had put him in some of her old clothes. Unlike him, she had kept growing, leaving him in a pair of gray and teal yoga pants and a tank top that had way too many straps. Wearing the feminine clothes was one thing, but the knowledge that these had been put aside when Eve was in eighth grade for Dot when she got older was just an extra level of embarrassment. Dalila for her part seemed to practically vibrate with excitement at the idea of helping him buy clothing, though he wasn’t sure how much of that reaction was to the idea of treating him like a dress up doll or the fact he had to admit the “truth” that he loved the way she dressed and how he wanted to be like her since he first met her. The addition of calling her mom did have the effect of getting a nice guy from the amazon, her large tits pressing into him in a pleasant way.

The entire time his stepmom didn’t stop talking, wanting to know when he knew he was a girl and telling her that he didn’t feel that way only made things worse, her doubling her efforts to try and get to know him. Asking if he ever thought about trying out to be a cheerleader like she was back in her day. Picturing the woman who was just over six foot in her boots in a cheer uniform, bouncing around was a nice idea and found himself agreeing with her as he imagined being one of those male cheerleaders getting to hold and flirt with the girls they were with. Aaron wasn’t sure how many things they had discussed, him saying more than a few things to placate her and stick to the story. The shopping trip itself had been bad, leaving him with more feminine clothes than boy clothes, a shoe rack on the back of his closet door full of shoes from different colored flats to heels… so many heels, thanks to Eve letting her in on how much he supposedly loved them. All that he could toss with this was over, but the red garment and silver earrings in his ears, it would take time for that to heal.

All of that had been days ago, and now when he got home from school it was full girl mode all the time, like an eternal **** where he was **** to act like a girl and everyone around him told him how proud they were of him, how it took a lot of courage for him to do this. He wasn’t courageous, he was a coward, a coward that had been counting the days down to today, his last day of it all.

Aaron had options, he had so many options on what to wear, Dalila hadn’t really listened to him when he said he was just trying to figure himself out and didn’t think he really wanted to be a girl. Tomorrow he would go back to his own clothing, but choosing something not girly enough would have him sent back into his room in order to change. It was a lot better of an option than him having to use his dildo on himself, but still he wasn’t sure giving the impression he wanted to change outfits multiple times a day to his parents was a great idea. So today he rolled up a pair of what the packaging said was forty denier sheer tights that sent a pleasant shiver through his body. “Focus Aaron, focus.” he told himself as he wiggled his does in the pleasantly tight garment.

It wasn’t his first time wearing the a similar feminine article of clothing, that time he did have to free his imprisoned member, it was just both erotic and exotic. Aaron had tried telling himself that it was probably a normal reaction, he liked looking at girls in nylons and only really loved looking at them in stockings but it was of little comfort when he was the one wearing them. Next he pulled up a pair of dark blue jean cuffed shorts that were shorter than a his own gym shorts. Heck if he had his boxers still they would stick out. Instead that was what he thought the tights were for and was a bit proud of himself for coming up with the idea so that he didn’t feel so exposed. Then it was time for a shirt, a top or blouse he had been told to call them. The one he wore with this outfit was a long sleeved purple shirt that clung to both his fake tits and his sides, it cut in a way to hug a girl… and him.

Finally slipped his nylon covered feet into a pair of simple brown three inch pointed toe block heels he was ready for the day or at least looked ready. Putting his hand on the door knob and counting to three Aaron took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to pretend he couldn’t feel the straps of the bra as he did so. Slowly opening his door he was surprised to see his little sister standing there with her hand raised like she was about to knock. “Morning Dot, afraid I can’t play any games with you today, or at least not right now.”

The smaller girl, all four foot seven of her, looked up to her brother, who was now supposed to be her sister with a smile as she shook her head. “You look pretty today!”

“Umm, thanks.” Being told you are pretty by a seven year old when you are crossdressed was not the kind of motivation Aaron needed or wanted.

“I was going to ask if I could watch you put on your makeup.” The girl frowned seeing her sibling had already put on their makeup for the day. She had been fascinated with how they went from boy to girl, it wasn’t anything drastic, but she also had never realized how much both her older siblings looked alike, not that they could ever pass as one another.

“Sorry, another time.” He said knowing there wouldn’t be another time, this was the last time. Giving the little blonde girl a pat on her head he headed to the kitchen to do his best to enjoy his meager breakfast. Much like all of his life right now he was not enjoying what he was told he was allowed to eat for breakfast and lunch. Changing your diet for a month wasn’t going to do a lot, or so he thought, but he felt like it was sapping away what muscle he had. It was all in his mind, the only real person he could overpower in the house was Dot and being stronger than a seven year old girl wasn’t an achievement.

It was when Aaron was mentally griping about only being stronger than a literal child as he cut a grapefruit in half that he saw his older sister. It was like she snuck up on him or that they were the only ones around, his dad was out playing golf, but their stepmom was fluttering about from room to room trying to clean things up, as she declared the house was a mess. It looked clean to him, but he wasn’t a bored housewife, so what did he know.

For her part Eve walked into the kitchen barefoot, wearing plaid pajama pants and a spaghetti strap white top. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Aaron standing in the kitchen looking so incredibly cute. “Good morning little sis, looking cute as fuck today.” In one month she had taken her bratty brother from boy to a teen boy's wet dream and just wished she had it in her to invite over his friends just to see him try to beat them off with a stick… or have to beat them off. She couldn't help but laugh at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” Aaron asked, in a voice that was softer and more breathy like he had bee practicing while looking at his older sister at the same time his younger one was shaking her head at what Eve had said.

“You said a bad word!” Dorothy knew she got in trouble anytime she said one of the adult words, it didn’t seem fair that others got to say them and she didn’t, but since everyone was supposed to not say them at least around her, pointing them out gave her a little semblance of control. “If, if you give me a scoop of ice cream I won't tell.”

Glancing at her brother first Evelyn saw him give a small shake of his head to say that not only was he not evolved but to not give her the frozen treat. “Tell you what, you can tell Mom I said a bad word, because I’m not giving in to your demands, but what I will do is take you to some houses tonight that I know give out full size candy bars.”

Dorothy turned her head slightly, giving her sister the side eye while she considered the bargain. Figuring at most Eve would get told to watch her language so going to the best place for candy when trick or treating sounded like a good deal. “Okay, but I want a Twix.”

Aaron had his focus back on his half piece of fruit, cutting between the membrane with a small knife. He didn’t even feel the need to waste the effort to roll his eyes. Dot could be the sweetest girl around, but she had moments like this where she just seemed down right bratty with her demands for not just a full candy bar, but a specific one. He hoped there was more of the sweet girl tonight than the demanding one. “So, is anyone going to share what everyone's costumes are?” He more meant what he was going to have to dress up as and was really hoping it wasn’t what he imagined before with being Bowsette in those seven inch heels all night.

Sitting down at the cutting board table where her brother was working to prepare his first meal of the day, Evelyn gave him a big smile. “Well, I was talking with Dotty and she said she wanted to be a character from a game you have been playing with her.” It felt cute that her sister wanted to dress up as someone from something her and Aaron had been doing together, but the results were just perfect for what she needed.

“I’m going to be a doggy!! She proclaimed before starting to run off. “Let me show you!”

The older siblings stared at one another for a moment, with Aaron speaking up first. “A dog? So who am I going to be?”

Reaching over the small table Eve pinched the tight purple top her brother was wearing. “Well I will give you a hint, orange will be more of your color than purple.”

As it dawned on Aaron at the mention of the color purple and how it connected to the dog. Swallowing hard as he thought about who he was going to dress up as for trick or treating. Turning his head slightly he saw his little sister come running into the room with what looked like a pair of zip up pajamas with a hood that resembled the talking dog from the game.