Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 14

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After Jason and my aunt left to return home I was glad to have some

time to myself to reflect on the weekend. The more I thought of it the

more I realized Jason was right and that I was afraid to face the

truth. The more I found myself immersed in a teenage girl's life the

more interesting and exciting it was becoming. I realized that I rarely

thought of sports anymore and had little interest in playing video

games. I would much rather listen to music, talk to some of my

girlfriends on the phone or read some of my gossip magazines. So what

did all this mean? I wasn't sure. I mean it would be hard for me to

think about doing boy things since I was so completely wrapped up in my

new life. I spent almost all of my time with girls now and had very

little interaction with boys other than running into some guys at the

mall. Oh, and yes I did have some interaction with Jason as well.

Mom was still all excited about my going to the dance and she talked

about it quite a bit. She was really happy that I went and that I even

enjoyed myself more than either of us expected. I know in her eyes she

was realizing that I was fast becoming the daughter she always wanted.

I wanted to tell her about Jason and me but I wasn't sure how to bring

it up or how she would react. And I didn't want to get Jason in trouble

either. Plus somewhere deep inside me I knew that a part of me somehow

enjoyed knowing that a boy found me pretty and sexy. I was very

confused by my feelings. Mom's questions actually stirred up a lot of

these feelings since she wanted to know how I felt at the dance that

night. Did I enjoy dancing with a boy? Did I enjoy the attention? What

would I do if some other boy asked me out? Would I be afraid to go out

on a date?

Some of her questions were hard to answer, some weren't but they all

got me really thinking... I knew that I enjoyed the entire dance. I

enjoyed all the preparation, the clothes shopping, the trip to the

salon and getting dressed that night for the dance. I enjoyed wearing

my pretty dress and high heels. I know I enjoyed the attention from my

girlfriends and I liked the way Jason made me feel that night. He made

me feel special and pretty. I told mom I wasn't sure what I would do if

a boy asked me out. It would be kind of strange going out on a real

date so I wasn't that sure. I guess I would just have to wait and see.

But I knew it was something I would have to face soon since a lot of my

girlfriends were dating more and more boys. And I had to admit that my

dates and experiences with Jason were preparing me for any future

encounters that I would face. I could tell Mom really relished the

thought of me going on a real date with someone new.

"Well I'm sure you will do fine on any future dates, Danielle. You're a

very pretty young lady, plus you're fun and smart. Believe me, a lot of

boys will be asking you out very soon. But don't worry. I'll help you

prepare for that when it happens. I was pretty popular with the boys

when I was a teenager."

Laughing at my mom's comments, I struck a sexy pose. "Yes, I'm the

total package, too. Just like you were, right, mom?"

The only fly in the ointment was my brother's constant teasing and

pestering ways. I think she was afraid that if he were allowed to

continue unfettered, it would make me less happy and content in my

feminine role.

A few days before we were to leave for vacation, Mom told me her plan

for my brother.

"Danielle, you've been really great in putting up with your brother's

constant aggravation. But I've decided he needs to be taught a lesson

and I have the perfect lesson plan. I've decided that the only way I

will sign the release form for him to play in the junior football

league is if he agrees to be a girl on vacation. I figure a week of

being dressed, as a girl will be a lesson that he will not soon forget.

And we'll be away from him so there is little chance of discovery. I

know he will not be nearly as proficient as you so even if someone

knows there won't be any harm done since we'll be a thousand miles from

home."

"Mom, do you really think you can do that to him?" I said with sadness

in my voice. Even though Mikey has been a pain in the butt I felt sorry

for what was about to happen to him.

"I don't know but either way it will teach him a lesson. If he agrees,

he'll get to see what you have to do every day and he'll appreciate all

the effort a lot more. If not, he'll have to give up his precious

football league and you know how crazy he is about sports. It will be a

tough choice but that's too bad. He brought it on himself with all his

smart-alecky antics. And don't you go taking his side and feeling sorry

for him either. I know what a softie you are. It's for his own good and

if he plays his cards right it will only be for a week or so."

"Well he sure has been a pest when it comes to me. I know he deserves

to be taught a lesson but wow, dressing as a girl on vacation seems

pretty harsh."

"Yes it is but its for his own good and he did it to himself so just go

along with me on this even if you feel sorry for him. A week in dresses

won't kill your brother one little bit. Look at all the good it did

you, sweetie. You're the perfect daughter now. I don't have such lofty

expectations for your brother since he's incorrigible but this will

teach him a needed lesson. Besides having one daughter like you is

perfect."

As I said okay, I couldn't help but think how the tables would totally

turn on my bratty brother. Part of me really felt sorry for him since I

could still vividly remember those embarrassing first days of dressing

completely as a girl. I shuttered as I recalled the mortification of

wearing my first pair of panties and having my nails polished a pretty

pink. Boy, was Mikey ever in for it! And even worse he'd have to parade

around like that all week in front of Jason. I wondered if my aunt

would make Jason dress as a girl too but somehow I didn't think he

would allow his mother to do that to him.

I was in my room later that day when Mikey got home. I could hear a lot

of yelling and screaming from downstairs as Mom confronted Mikey about

his punishment.

"You do what you want, young man. But either you dress as a girl for

vacation or you can kiss football season goodbye. I mean business so

don't try my patience. So its either you dress as a girl for the week

and I sign the papers or you dress as a boy and miss football season.

The choice is yours. That's it. No more discussion."

I could hear Mikey charging up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door as

he was still ranting and raving. I knew he was really mad but I knew

like always mom had the upper hand. Mikey had been talking about

football season for months so I know it was the most important thing

for him. I wondered what he would do?

The next few days around the house were pretty tense. Mikey hardly

talked to me at all. I could tell he blamed me for all of his problems.

If I wasn't running around as a girl he would not have teased me. Mom,

however, wouldn't budge despite all his begging and pleading. The

choice was simple and it was his to make...football or dresses.

Since we'd be leaving in a few days mom gave him a deadline of

Wednesday. That way she's have a few days to gather all the things he

would need for vacation if he agreed to his punishment. I had already

started packing my things, including a bikini that mom and I bought

that week. It was strange shopping for a girl's bathing suit. Guys just

pick out a pair of trunks and that's it. As a girl I had to worry about

style, fabric, color, one piece or two, support and coverage issues.

The one we finally settled on was a really cute bikini, pink and light

blue floral print, cut on the full side so it covered my butt nicely

but still showed off enough of my feminine body that I would feel sexy

and confident. The top hooked over my neck for a bit of added security.

My breasts, even though they grew some, were still on the smallish side

so I didn't really need a lot of support. And like most young girls'

breasts, they were cute and perky. As I stood in the dressing room and

looked at myself in the mirror I felt confident that I did indeed look

rather pretty in my bikini. I showed mom and she agreed that it fit me

perfectly.

"Dani, that simply looks divine on you, sweetie. I like the cut, the

style and the color is just perfect for the summer. You look sweet. I'm

sure the boys will like seeing you in that suit too."

"Mom!" I sighed not wanting to face that issue. But I knew at least one

boy for sure would want to see me in my new bikini so mom wasn't too

far off the mark.

The next day, as I was packing I found myself wondering if Jason would

like some of the things I was planning to wear. I found it interesting

that I would even be concerned about Jason's reaction to some of my

planned outfits. But for some reason it was important to me that he

liked the way I looked and dressed.

Mom came into my room that night and told me my brother still was

arguing with her about vacation. "Well your brother is still refusing

to dress as a girl so it looks like he won't be playing football in the

fall."

"Wow. Mikey loves football. He must really be upset if he's willing to

give that up. Maybe I should talk to him? What do you think, mom?"

"Well I guess it won't hurt but he seems pretty adamant and I am too. I

mean business."

So I mustered up the courage and knocked on his door. "Mikey, it's me,

Danielle. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, it's open."

"Hey, I heard you're really going to give up football season rather

than give in to mom. Is that for real?"

"Yeah, it is. I'm not dressing as a girl. No way! One girl in the

family is enough for me."

"I understand that but I know how much you like football and I would

hate to see you miss the whole season for a few days of dressing like a

girl."

"Its not just a few days. It's an entire week and I'm not wearing

stupid dresses for a week no matter what."

"Mom never said you had to wear dresses. She said you had to dress like

a girl and I won't be wearing dresses all week. I'm bringing some

shorts, Capri pants and a few skirts and maybe one or two dresses. I

can try to pick out some things for you that are plain and not all that

girly. I know mom wanted me to look through some of my things from last

year for you to wear. I can just pick out some things that aren't so

bad if you want. And maybe I can talk mom into not making you dress

that way for the entire time. I bet if I asked her nicely, she would

agree to let you wear your boys' clothes on the drive down and back.

Would that help?"

"Yeah, I guess less time dressing would be better but I would still

have to wear girls shorts and Capri pants some of the time. I'm just

not sure it's worth it."

Well, that's up to you but a few days of wearing some different

clothing versus missing an entire season of your favorite sport is

worth thinking about. It would for me at least. I mean dressing as a

girl isn't the worst thing that could happen. Besides you'll be so far

from home no one will ever know anything."

"Well I guess if I had to wear shorts that may not be so bad. I mean

it's not like the getup you wore to the dance with your fancy dress and

high heels. There's no way in hell that I would ever wear pantyhose and

high heels. I don't care what I had to miss. I would never do that.

Never!"

"No problem. Disney World is a very casual place. I don't expect any

girl there will be wearing pantyhose or high heels. I'm certainly not

packing any for me either. So, do you want me to work on mom for you? I

can't promise she'll go along with this but she may."

"Yeah. If I can wear shorts and stuff and only for the time we're at

Disney World I guess I could do that. But why are you being so nice to

me when I've been so mean to you?"

"I don't know. I guess I feel sorry for you and you are my younger

brother so I do have to look out for you even if you are a pain at

times. Maybe all of this girl stuff is making me think more like one

too now. Wish me luck with mom."

Surprisingly mom didn't put up much of a fight. I guess she just wanted

to teach him a little lesson and not create a big issue. "Okay, I'll go

along with that. Your brother only has to dress like a girl while we're

in Disney World and you can pick out his things for him to wear but

he'll have to wear at least one skirt or a dress. He needs to

understand why girls need to be modest and careful and wearing a skirt

or dress will teach him that lesson wisely."

Mikey wasn't entirely happy about the skirt or dress but he did finally

agree to mom's demand. The next day I began to assemble some of the

clothes I'd outgrown for him to wear on vacation. True to my word I

picked out some shorts, a pair of Capri pants and one dress and one

skirt, along with some coordinating tops and socks. Mom also told me to

pack a few of my old bras and panties for him as well. I never

mentioned that he would have to wear girl's underwear but I figured he

knew that anyway. Why rub salt in the wound? Mom also had to buy him a

pair of girl's sandals and sneakers. The day before we left I brought

all the things he would have to pack into his room since I didn't have

room for them in my suitcase.

Naturally he wasn't too upset with the Capri pants and the shorts but

he cringed when he saw the skirt and dress that I chose. There was no

way that a dress or a skirt could ever be thought of as unisex. I could

see his face blush when he saw the pretty panties and bras.

"Mom never said I would have to wear girls underwear too."

"You have to. You can't wear your bulky boys things underneath these

outfits. Besides, mom told me to pack all this stuff for you. You can

go fight with her about it if you want but don't give me a hard time.

I'm doing everything I can to soften the blow for you."

I could tell he wasn't a happy camper but he didn't say another word to

me and I know he didn't confront mom either. I guess he was too

embarrassed to say anything. Poor baby. But to be nice and to make his

transition a bit easier, I switched a few pairs of panties to boy cut

styles I had.

"Boy, I hope football season is worth this. It wouldn't be so bad if it

was just us, but Aunt Alice and Jason will see me too." He lamented to

me as he took the lacy boy cut panties from my hand. "I really don't

want Jason to see me dressed like a girl. That is so damn

embarrassing."

"Yeah, but they've already seen me so that should make it easier for

you. And Jason's really been cool about it with me so I'm pretty sure

he will be okay with you too. Plus you wont have to dress like a girl

the entire trip like I do. And when we get back, you'll be able to be a

boy again right away. Not to mention that you don't have to go to an

all girls school like me. So you don't really have it so bad when you

compare it to me."

"Well, that's true. But it still won't be easy. I could never do all

the things you did. I'd run away from home if mom tried any of that

crap on me. But you'll help me get dressed and stuff when I have to

wear these things, won't you? I'd rather you help me than mom and Aunt

Alice. Otherwise I just won't do it."

"Sure, don't worry. I'll make sure you look nice and that no one will

suspect you're not a girl. We'll have fun. It will be nice to have

another girl on the trip. I know it will be hard but it may not be as

bad as you think."

"Yeah, right. It will practically kill me but giving up football would

be even worse. I know this is going to suck big time. The only good

news is that its only for a few days so hopefully I will make it okay.

I guess I can put up with anything for a few days, even wearing some

dumb girls clothing."

Well, I guess we will find out on the trip, I though with a smile.