Monday 16 January 2023

After the Sleepover

 If I were to do a few Flashback Fridays, which captions would you like them for? Can be recent ones or ancient...




“We're never gonna talk about this ever again, right?” James didn't even dare look at his friend as they sauntered away from the girls' summer cabin. The morning sun was just rising above the trees and casting unwanted daylight on the two feminised boys. Finally, in anticipation of a response, he looked over at Warren and instantly regretted it – his friend's poofy sleeved dress, knee length socks and pigtailed hair an exact replica of his own. “I mean, I won't mention it if you don't.”


“Whatever...” Warren grunted as they trudged away the house where their nightmares had become reality. Sleep deprived and humiliated, he had no interest in conversing with his partner in crime. Every word was like reliving the whole wretched experience. He just wanted to get home and get this crap off of him.


One thing they both agreed on was that it was a mistake to crash the girls' sleepover at Jane's dad's fishing cabin. Their curiosity had got the better of them as they imagined the sordid things a few teenaged girls might get up to alone in the dark and went along to do some spying. The problem was that it was not a 'few' girls at all. In fact, there were twelve and once the boys were discovered peeking in through the window, they were quickly overpowered and given a close up demonstration of what sordid things girls can get up to.


Being naked with a hot girl is exciting, but as the boys found out, being naked around twelve is terrifying – especially when said nudity is not mutual. After forcefully stripping James and Warren, the girls raided an old dressing up box from when Jane and her sister used to spend summers in the cabin with their parents and stuffed the boys into matching princess outfits. It would only get worse, as they boys lived out one of the longest nights of their young lives.


First up was Truth or Dare and it was always James and Warren's turn. The dares consisted of allowing the girls to put makeup on them and paint their nails and once they were sufficiently prissy they moved onto making the boys hold hands and even kiss. For Truth, they were made to adopt a character and answer humiliating questions in feminine voices and if they refused one of the girls would hike up their dress and pinch their balls, which were being squeezed by pairs of super-tight panties. Finally, as it approached five in the morning, the last of the girls went to bed and James and Warren were able to slip out into the dawn.


“So, we're agreed?” James persisted, eager to forget that just hours ago he had kissed his best friend on the lips. “Say, do you have money for the bus?”


“The bus?” Warren's glossed bottom lip dropped open as he imagined being on a crowded bus dressed as they were.


“Yeah, did you forget?” James said. “We're like ten miles from home. Either we get the bus or we walk all the way through town like this.” Both boys fell silent as they realised that even if they never spoke about this again, there would be plenty of other people to do it for them.



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