Really sorry about skipping Flashback Friday last week. It was a rush getting Miss-Labelled finished and I ran out of time. Here is a Flashback for "After the Sleepover"
Over the years that followed, James and Warren's bus ride back into town after their failed spying on Jane's sleepover at her Dad's fishing cabin became the stuff of legends. It hadn't mattered that it was first thing on a Saturday morning, the number 10 had been full of people on their way to the town market and these days even grandmothers have smart phones. Pictures of the pair all trussed up in their prissy dresses soon found their way onto social media and rumours of how they ended up like that started to spread. There had been 12 girls at Jane's sleepover. All had seen the boys naked. All had seen the boys stuffed into panties so tight that their eyes watered and smeared their freshly applied mascara. All had seen them kiss each other before they were finally released into the wild.
Needless to say, James and Warren kept a low profile for a while. You would too if your hockey buddies started calling you 'Princess' during practice and girls would come up to you after class asking you to autograph a picture of yourself in a frilly dress with poofy sleeves. Still, time passed and people moved on. Slowly, the boys were allowed to forget their ordeal and returned to their old mischievous ways – at least until a hot afternoon in July over three years later.
“You all know who these guys are, right?” The girl sitting behind the driver glanced from the screen of her cell phone to James and then to Warren and then to her teammates seated in pairs on the remaining benches – her eyes wide with wonder. The boys didn't recognise any of the girls even a little. They had flagged down the minibus for a ride from a nearby town when they recognised the crest of their old high-school on its rear door to find it transporting a dance troop back home after a competition. However, the driver of the van, a young female dance coach from the local college had pulled to the side of the road when the boys began to toss a tennis ball to each other within the bus. “It's definitely them!” The girl grinned excitedly turning her phone around to her teammates. “It's the princesses!”
James and Warren weren't naked in front of twelve girls this time – it was only nine, plus a woman a couple of years older than them. The dance team didn't bother with truth or dare to feminise them like Jane and her friends had either. They just grabbed them and started pulling away their clothes, overwhelming them five to one. They had no problem getting the boys into the lacy competition outfits either, holding them down while their teammates pulled the fabric up and over their bodies. They were treating it like a kind of ceremony, repeating everything they had heard from the rumours – applying makeup, forcing them into the spankies designed to go under the dresses...making them kiss.
“Alright, off you get!” The coach pushed a button and bus's door creaked open. By now they were wearing matching costume wigs and towering high-heels that had been part of the competition outfits. The boys painted eyes shot wide in fear – they were still at least two miles from town. “Don't worry,” the driver smirked. “We aren't leaving you here. We do need those dresses back – as great as they look on you. We just want to watch you walk for a bit.” And so, James and Warren were left to totter along the country road in their heels while nine high-school girls leaned out of the windows of the slowly moving bus filming every moment with their cellphones. A car passed going the other way, honking loudly, and the boys each knew their notoriety was about to come back in a big way.
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