Lucas plays his old DS instead of sleeping.

Knowing my nerves were too frazzled to relax, I caved in to the pressure, and grabbed the Maria & Luigiana game off my nightstand. My face was lit up by the console’s two screens, running makeup and all, as I heard the heroine shout, “Let's-a-go!” in her chipper, Italian accent. Even with all the dread of my evening, seeing these silly plumbers put a little smile on my face.

I booted up my save file from yesterday, and chuckled as Bowsette went on a ridiculous, self-aggrandizing tirade to her minions about **** Prince Peach. People like my mom said that video games were just wastes of time, and only for girls, but going back at least a decade without real friends, I found peace through games like The Saga of Link.

And, although I would literally never admit this out loud, I… kind of viewed Super Maria as a mother figure. She was so much nicer than my own mom, and was always there for me when I felt small…

Wait, please forget that I ever said that! The important thing was that Bowsette had the funniest dialogue I’d seen all week, and the Maria Sisters had to save the Queendom from her villainous antics. I solved a little puzzle by having the plumber girls hammer the right sequence of blocks, beat a boss as the Koopa Queen, and felt my worries melt away as the chiptune music played.

It seemed like I totally lost track of time when the soft, pink light of dawn crept through my window, and it hit me like a falling brick when I remembered that I had school today.

“Oh crap oh crap oh crap!” Came my words as I jumped out of bed, my head foggy from the lack of sleep. “I need to get ready!”

It might’ve been the dumbest idea I ever had, but a thought entered my head when I reached my dresser… mommy couldn’t punish me for dressing like a skank if she didn’t see me dressed up all slutty. If I just ripped up some of my older clothing and rushed out of the house before she got up today, then mom could hardly stop me.

Through my brain fog, I put on a baggy old t-shirt and skirt combo I got a few years back. When I wore them now, what were once modest pieces of clothing hugged my body much tighter, and the ensemble came together to give me the sensual silhouette of a slender young man. A touch of makeup, coupled with the hint of a bulge under my skirt, and I felt good about my reflection for the first time in a long time. I almost left my room without putting any underwear on, but slipped into a fresh pair of panties just before sneaking downstairs.

Glad that I wouldn’t have to deal with a stressful day and my dick getting fresh air, I slipped detective Garland’s number into my schoolbag, and crept into the kitchen. Hopefully, momma wouldn’t catch me dressed like a normal, ‘slutty’ boy. None of my curves were hidden by these tight garments, and I’d been lectured or smacked around by her over a lot less.

Okay, I was actually pretty scared of getting caught right now, with this tight skirt hugging my ass. But…