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Dirty Little Boy

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“Mom put us in charge, Em!” Jenny said. “She did not! I was sitting right there!” Emmett pointed to the couch where he clearly remembered his aunt Claire telling them all to behave while she went to drop off Jenny and Jessie’s little sister Emily at her sleepover before going off to her book club. “Did too.” Jessie said. “It’s obvious, we’re bigger than you!” “You are not.” Jabadoo tried to keep his cool. “I’m twelve, you two are nine.” “We’re taller though.” The twins moved in unison. It always unnerved Emmett when they did that. He tried not to show how much it bothered him that they towered over him as close as they were to him. “We’re two young women and you” Jenny said. “Are just a little itty, bitty boy.” She smiled as he squirmed and blushed. They both knew that there were few things that Emmett hated more than being reminded how little he really was. “An itty bitty boy in need of a bath.” Jessie said, matching her twin sister’s grin. “Stinky little boy.” Jenny agreed. “...
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Nate and the Birthday Cake

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“That's a pretty slick new soccer ball.” Nate grinned and answered without thinking. “Thanks!” Dad's eyebrows rose and he knew he was in trouble. “Did you forget that it's Lizzie's birthday tomorrow?” He felt a chill run down his spine. He had not forgotten, but he knew he was in trouble when both parents had the same tone. “No.” He said before adding half under his breath. “How could I when you've been talking about her party nonstop for a month?” “Don't start that.” Dad said. “Your party was just as fun.” “And you are not ruining your sister's party.” He sighed, almost sensing what was coming. “Did you get your sister anything?” “No.” He said sullenly as his parents exchanged a look. Why did they always ask questions they knew the answer to? “I think it's best if you go to bed.” Dad said. “And really think about what you did.” He sullenly complied, even faking being asleep when Dad came in to make sure he had listened. Just to prove a point, ...
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Wearing the Bride's Color

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A story originally posted on my underwear-focused Twitter account "Ow! What the fuck, man?" Brian glared over his shoulder at Chad, who still held a fistful of his white cotton briefs. "Just having some fun. But seriously, dude? Tighty whities? This is Mark's bachelor party, we're not eight."  "They're boxer briefs." Brian said defensively, hoping Chad wouldn't know it was a lie. At least it was just him and Chad right now in the hotel room.  "Sure they are." He smacked his upper arm playfully. "Fix your 'boxers' then." He lunged and yanked down Brian's jeans. "Holy shit, they really are tighty whities!" "Fuck off. My wife buys them for me. She thinks they're-" he quickly fixed his pants and underwear as the door opened and more of Mark's groomsmen shuffled in, followed by the groom-to-be himself. They all started chatting and joking to the point that he thought the incident was be...
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High School Never Ends

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A story originally posted on my underwear-focused Twitter account Jack sighed as he shuffled into the gym, never expecting to be back at Tyler Hgh School. Didn't most reunions take place somewhere other than the actual school? Worse, he was only here because Mom had volunteered him to help out at the reunion. I graduated ten years ago, why can Mom still volunteer me for shit? He saw a small group of men standing over by an unfolded card table. There was Brad, Erick, even Dan. Was the entire committee just his old bullies? He scoffed at the motto hanging over the bleachers: Tyler High Class of 2014, Renewing Memories. Memories like Brad forcing him to streak through the Homecoming dance in nothing but his tighty whities, Brad smacking his ass every step of the way? No thanks. "Hey, man." Erick said, offering his hand. "Been a long time." Jack took his hand and shook it, noticing the bullies -- former bullies -- eyeing him. Were they remembering too? "We got...
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Sproutlings

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“Here we are.” Mom said “Do you need help?” “No.” Andy said, but she was already almost out of the car. He quickly hit the buckle of his seatbelt, desperate to get out of his booster seat before Mom came and tried to help him. Mom opened his door and he vaulted out of the red and gray seat. “Someone's eager.” “It'll be fun.” He said, though he was not entirely sure just what free gym meant. “Want me to go in with you?” “No.” He said so firmly, she smiled. “Alright, bud. Be good and I'll come pick you up at 3:30.” She looked like she might give him a hug, but then thought better of it. Andy walked inside, wincing as he heard the squeals of little kids. It was not that he hated little kids, he just hoped he would not be stuck trying to make new friends while a bunch of kindergartners were running underfoot. “Sproutlings over here.” A friendly adult voice called out. He saw a woman standing by a door. There was a sign with a smiling beanstalk or something and the word Sproutl...
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The Cabin

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Dominic yawned as he woke up, relieved that he had managed to wake up on his own without Mom coming in. Especially since I kicked the blankets off, he thought as he rolled over and looked down at his diaper. He did not like how used to diapers he had become. He groaned as he saw the suitcase by the door. Had Mason been in here while he had been napping? He searched his memory. They had gotten to aunt Maggie and Uncle James's cabin. Dad had started directing them on what needed to be done. Mason and Dominic had made some joke under their breath. What had it been? It didn't matter. What did was that Mom overheard and decided he -- and not Mason -- needed some quiet time. So unfair that Mason got to explore around the cabin while he had had to take off his boxers and get his diaper on for a stinking nap. He sighed and reached down. Dry. Thank god. The rules were he needed to avoid wetting the bed for three days straight to get out of diapers. It used to be 'get out of Goodni...
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A Hodgson Girl: Last Week of School

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Emery was not even sure how he had ended up sitting in the wooden chair. Violet had claimed they had let him sleep in since there was less prep for today, but the sun had still been barely above the horizon by the time he was in a training bra and panties, stepping into a skirt as his sisters giggled and assured him he would in fact be spending the entire day at Hodgson. “And this time, there's no field trip. It's just a day at school.” “It's my summer vacation!” “Nope.” Violet said. “Hodgson goes until Friday and it's only Tuesday.” She attacked his hair. “Ow! Not so hard!” “Your hair's gotta be perfect. They'll do uniform checks.” “I can't go all day at a girls’ school.” “You made it through yesterday, didn't you?” “But-” “You're a Hodgson Girl.” Lucy said firmly. “And that's that.” - H - Sitting in the backseat, Emery's stomach tied itself in knots as, this time, they did not drive past Hodgson. They drove right through the gate...
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