Lost Luggage

What could be worse, Ricky thought, than spending two whole weeks at his cousin's? She was only about six months younger than him, but he still saw her as a little kid and worse, a little girl. She was always wearing dresses and giggling and doing girly things. He swore she had never kicked a soccer ball or even heard of wearing pants. He had begged with his parents to let him out of the annual trip, but they remained firm. What could be worse?

He quickly learned that. Despite his insistence he could just throw a couple shirts, socks, and pairs of underwear into his backpack, his mom insisted on packing him a full-fledged suitcase, which the airport promptly lost. He quite literally only had the things on his back.

"We'll make do." His aunt said. "You can wear some of Elizabeth's things."

"What?" He could not believe what he was hearing, but his dad's sister was just as stubborn as his dad was. Ricky sat there, numb, as Elizabeth picked out dresses for him while his aunt, she found an unopened pack of panties.

"It's all we have." She said. "This way you two don't have to share panties at least."

Elizabeth was over the moon. Somehow, she figured that since they were her clothes, that meant she got to decide what Ricky wore and her mom only smiled and told her to be nice. While she wore skirts and t-shirts, Ricky got a different princess dress to wear. He spent the first three days moping around the house in princess dresses while Elizabeth giggled and tried to teach him to curtsey.

Finally, on day four as he avoided looking at his reflection in the dress of the day, Ricky decided enough was enough. Grabbing his ball, he went outside. Dress or no dress, he needed to get away from Elizabeth.