Andlat's Story Spot

Normally, packing would be boring. It was everything Alex hated about putting laundry away, but in reverse. As he pushed aside a pair of ballet panties to grab a fistful of underwear, however, Alex could not help but feel excited. Two weeks of camp! Two weeks of swimming, hiking, that rope course, and most importantly, two weeks where he could forget completely about ballet. It had been almost two whole years since he had dressed up as Meghan to try and frame her - the stupidest plan he had ever had - but still Mom made him do ballet twice a week. "Well, doesn't matter. Two weeks at Camp Wildfire, here I come." He closed his suitcase and grinned. He left Friday, which meant he only had to endure one more Thursday class. "Alex, are you done packing?" Mom asked, knocking on his bedroom door even as she walked in. "I think so." He was so excited, he had not even complained that Mom was making him pack a full twenty four hours before camp. "Let's

When Mitchell had said Mikey would only need to wear a diaper until Mom or Dad said something, he should have known there was a catch. It had been two weeks now, they were back home from the beach house, and Mikey was still in diapers around the clock. When Dad barely even batted an eye about Mikey being taken through the house in nothing but a diaper, that's when it really sunk in for him that this was just yet another aspect of his toddlerfication. Mikey did his best to make due, though it pained him to try and make the best of his situation. Remembering what Mitchell had called them that first night, he had cautiously referred to them as his puffy, crinkly tighty whities. Mitchell wasn't making him use them after all! He just tugged them down for Mikey to use the bathroom and then back up they came. But Mitchell had not gone for it. Mikey calling them tighty whities just once had led to a daylong game of Mitchell touching Mikey's diapered bottom and Mikey having to duti

“Hello there, Timmy!” Tim sighed and looked at the smiling stuffed bear on his bed. “It’s Tim now. I told you that.” “It always used to be Timmy?” The bear said with that note of confusion in his voice. “Well, I’m not a little kid anymore.” “You’ll always be a little boy to me, Timmy.” “Stop saying that.” “Why are you so grumpy, Timmy? Did you have a bad day?” “Yes! You saw what Mom bought me.” “Oh.” The bear said. “Well, I don’t mind that you need those at night.” “She only bought them because of you.” “What do you mean?” Tim growled at the bear’s feigned innocence. “You’re the one who made me start wetting the bed again!” “I did?” “Yes!” Tim snarled, marching over to the bear and sitting down on the bed so he could look the bear right in the eye. “And it’s thanks to you that she got me those instead of the Goodnites she wanted to.” “Well,” the bear said cheerfully. “You’re still a little boy and I don’t want you growing up too fast!” “I’m not a little boy anymore!” The bear chuckled.

  If Mikey was pushed to decide what the most annoying part of his new life was, it was how quickly everyone had accepted him as little more than a toddler. "You've got a lot of sand on your tootsies, monkey!" Mitchell said as they arrived at the beach house. "We were just on the beach." "Oh, sounds like someone's getting grumpy." Mitchell squatted down. Sure, that made Mikey taller than him, but not by much. It was still close enough that he felt like he was on the smaller boy's level. "Here, we don't want to track sand into the house." Mikey squirmed and tried to get Mitchell to stop, but in no time flat, he was stripped down to his underwear. "Is there sand in your Spideys?" Mitchell asked. "Well, monkey?" He playfully poked Mikey's belly button. "No, dada." "Well, just to be safe" he tugged them down, grinning as Mikey covered himself. "My little monkey's so protecti

"Seriously your brother is driving me crazy." "Welcome to my world." Molly said. "Little brothers are annoying." Her mom smiled. "You know I don't like you saying that. True though it may be." "Well, why'd you take his video games away?" "He's failing Geography." "Ah." "But I'm almost ready to give in, just to get him out of my hair. Yesterday, he spent an hour sitting on the couch, just sighing loudly about how bored he is." Molly nodded. "Yeah, he did that to me too until I basically had to throw him out of my room." An idea came to mind. "What if I could keep him occupied?" "Really?" "Yeah, but" she paused. "You gotta trust me that I'm doing the right thing." "That's ominous." She frowned. "But I'm desperate." "Perfect. Trust me. It won't hurt him one bit. I'll go wake him up and, well, you'

Michael sighed as he watched the waves, grumpily pushing his hair out of his face. Last summer, he would have loved being on vacation here by the ocean, but now? Now his entire life had turned upside down, it felt like. New undies. New hairstyle. So, so many new rules. He cried out as hands slipped under his bare arms and spun him around before pulling him into his brother's arms. "Mitchell!" He whined. Mitchell laughed, his voice much deeper than his older brother's. "I must've startled you, huh, Monkey?" Michael sighed and squirmed as Mitchell held him against his chest. "Cuz someone forgot his good boy greeting." "Hi, dada." He mumbled. "That's right. Why am I dada?" "You know why!" "Well, a coconut fell from a tree and bonked me on the head!" Mitchell said with a laugh. He sat down on a beach chair, setting Michael in his lap. "C'mon, Monkey Mikey. Tell me why I'm dada." "C

As much as he hated it, Alex soon settled into his new role as the family's little ballerina. For two hours every Tuesday and Thursday, he donned panties and what he still thought of as his sister's ballet clothes. Then he was taken to Madame Rousseau's and had to spend the time prancing and twirling as Alice, the name his mom had picked for him. He could not decide which was worse, having to pretend to be a girl or that no one had ever thought he was not a girl. It's only for the rest of the year, he kept reminding himself. Mom had only paid for twelve months, after all, and he did not know how many classes his sister had gone to. Probably not all that many, judging by how long he seemed to be going to classes. When it came time for his fifth recital, Alex finally put the dots together. If recitals were every three months, the math did not add up. He was well into his second year of ballet! He confronted his mom, but she was entirely unapologetic. "You've impr

"Alex, can we talk?" Alex looked up from his comic book. "What about, mom?" "Well," she sat down on his bed, right next to him. "I was looking through the footage from the smart speaker in the kitchen from a few days ago" Alex's heart leaped. Had his mom found out that he had taken his action figure back from the bowl on the highest shelf where she always hid things? "Uh-huh." He tried and failed to keep his voice level. "And I saw something weird." She showed him a photo of someone in a ballet outfit reaching for the bowl. He immediately knew that he was caught. "Isn't that Meghan?" He stammered. His mom frowned. "Obviously not." She looked at him. "Why did you do all... all this?" "Well" "You were trying to frame your little sister." Disappointment colored her voice. "What gave you the idea?" He shrugged. "I dunno. I just figured you'd yell at her

"This has to be torture!" Brayden muttered, hoping that his mom could not hear him since she was already out of the car. She rapped on the window and he unbuckled his seatbelt. "I'm glad your sister got a ride with Tina. She'd be so distraught to see the brother she loves being so grouchy about going to her show." Brayden only grunted. "It's a short recital and it'll mean the world to her." She sighed. “Pull your pants up.” Brayden begrudgingly tugged his pants back up. “No one needs to see your underwear. They’re here to see your sister’s dance class.” Brayden rolled his eyes. “Just give it a chance. I bet you’ll like it.” "I don't like ballet. I'm a dude!" "It's not ballet. It's tap." * * * Brayden slouched in his chair, glad that his mom did not seem to mind it. Why did she make him leave his phone in the car? This had to be the stupidest thing ever. “Ladies and gentlemen, our show is about to begin.”

"Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" "You sure are. Isn't it great?" "Great? Surprising is more like it. How on earth did you get Tristan to agree to that?" "Oh, it wasn't me. His sister did it all." "She did?" "Yeah. Turns out, Tristan stole fifty dollars from her piggy bank and this is how she decided he could start paying her back." "A bikini?" "Yep. She refused to let him wear his trunks, so she let him pick which of her swimsuits to wear." "Amazing." "He was shy at first. Cat had to pull him out of the car and that was when he was still wearing his shorts and t-shirt over his bikini.” She patted the small pile of clothes beside her. “But as you can see, he's starting to have fun." "You said this is how he can start paying her back?" "Yep. She's got a whole list of plans, most of which he doesn't even know. Neither do I, honestly. I told her s

"Can I go again?" Ethan asked eagerly as he ran up to his dad. "You've ridden Devastator three times already, bud." He said. "Remember what you promised Emma?" Ethan groaned. "But dad!" "One ride, then we'll get lunch." "But" "No buts. You're her big brother and you need to act like it." Ethan sighed. "What ride do you want to go on, Emma?" "Merry-Go-Round!" She said at once, pointing at it. Ethan groaned, but bit back his comment about how it was a baby ride. His dad cleared his throat. "Fine." Emma grabbed his hand and all but dragged him along. How was she so strong for a little girl? He never understood it. "You'll have fun." Dad repeated, smiling at Ethan. "And quit groaning. Emma might not notice, but I certainly do." The two got in line for the Merry-Go-Round and Ethan sighed, still able to hear the shouts of joy coming from the roller coasters

Jake ached in that good way that meant that his trip to the gym had been a success. He could not wait to get home and just veg out in front of the TV. He had earned it, he knew. Maybe he would even have some of that ice cream he had hidden in the back of the freezer. Surely he had earned that, right? He passed by a brightly colored playground and smiled as he heard the sounds of children running, playing, yelling, and just generally enjoying their lives. He missed the innocence of childhood. Sure, it had not all been sunshine and roses. Rules, bullies, and a hundred other little things still affected the lives of children. He could not say why, but he slowed down a bit to a stroll as he passed by the gate leading into the playground. “Miss it?" He turned to find a woman standing next to him. Jake could not say why, but he sensed something almost magical about her. He immediately dismissed it, but she smiled at him. “What if I could make you a kid again, just for an hour?&

“Seriously, mom, why should he get any special treatment?” Allison asked, trying her best to sound reasonable. “I’m the only boy.” Carter interjected. “There are different rules for me.” “But why?” Allison demanded. “You’ll understand when you’re older.” Carter smirked. “You’re only a year older.” Allison growled. “And a few inches shorter.” She added under her breath. “Both of you, stop.” Mom said. “Now Carter, Allison makes a good point. All of your sisters do.” Carter stared at her. “It doesn’t make sense for you to be sleeping in just your underwear, especially now that you’re growing up. It was fine when you were little, but now” She hoped that she would win Carter over at least a bit by appealing to his desire to be mature. “What will I wear? I don’t have any pajamas.” “Britt and I have that covered.” Carter gulped as he saw Allison’s grin. He followed his mom and Allison to his oldest sister Brittany’s room. “You cannot be serious!” Carter exclaimed, staring down at the

“You need me to spot you again?” Chuck said in disbelief. To his surprise, Tim nodded without even a hint of shame. “C’mon, man. It’s just this once.” Like always, he put on a whining tone that rubbed Chuck the wrong way. “That’s what you told me last time.” Jake said, rolling his eyes. “It’s not that bad!” Tim protested defensively. “Is so. You’re always borrowing money from us or taking our drinks or any of a number of things.” Chuck said. “And we’re always having to remind you of things.” Jake added. “Are not!” “When I got you that job at Office Supplies Inc, I had to put your schedule in my phone.” Chuck said. “And you were still almost late.” Tim became suddenly very aware that his two best friends in the whole world were sitting on each side of him. He did not know why, but he felt like a fish between two sharks. It had to be just because they were both much taller and bigger than him. That was all. The feeling would pass. “Guys!” Tim whined. “Y

"An enchanted sword? In our forest?" Tristan and Percival exchanged an excited look. "That's what the messenger said." Sir Bors smiled at his sons. "So, I thought, why not have a little competition? Let's see which of my sons can return it to me first." Percival looked over at his brother Tristan, who smiled confidently. Even with Percy, as he liked to call him, being two years older, he stood a head taller than him and far stronger. He usually won these things and today would be no exception. "For the sake of fairness, however, let us start with a test of your knowledge." "Ugh. You want Percy to win." "Percival." Percival muttered. "Now, Tristan. It is important that you two have an understanding of our kingdom's history" "So we can be well-rounded knights, I know, father." Tristan rolled his eyes. Percival beside him grinned. Tristan was right. He always did better than his little brother on t

“Get your ass back here, dweeb!” The bully bellowed, chasing after the scrawny little freshman who had had the gaul to refuse to do his homework. Why were the scrawny kids always so fast, he wondered as he huffed and puffed down the street. His would-be victim was nearly half a block ahead, but he had never been one to give up when a pummeling was due. He hated when they ran, but the sheer thrill of chasing them like some sort of apex predator could not be beat. The bully saw his target disappear into one of the shops and grinned. He would just have to wait outside to nab him. He slowed to a jog, figuring he had all the time in the world. There was no escape for that dweeb now. What kind of sissy ran away instead of fighting like a man? The bully reached the store that his prey had gone into and laughed. It was not a store at all, it was a freaking dance studio! He peered through the windows, but could not see the scrawny little freshman at all, just a bunch of girls prancing

“Alright, boys, hustle out to the outfield and I’ll hit some pop flys out to you.” Coach McAllister instructed, nodding approvingly as the team quickly complied. “You too, Jeremy.” “Just finding my mitt, coach.” Jeremy said, grabbing it and running out to join his teammates. As he reached the grass of the outfield, he slipped a bit before regaining his balance. He looked down to see that his cleats were gone. He had on a pair of pink ballet slippers, the sort his sister Olivia wore to her ballet class. “What the?” “Heads up, Jeremy!” The coach called. “First one’s coming to you, bud!” The thought of his weird shoe change out of his mind, Jeremy looked up and focused on the ball coming to him. He hustled backward, keeping his eye on the ball. He raised his mitt and the ball bounced out. “Got it!” He yelled, giving chase. He heard a few snickers as he ran after the ball, but ignored them. He picked up the ball and threw it back toward his coach, only then noticing that his s

"Andrew, you promised!" He stared up at his mom, unwilling to back down. "I promised to take her trick or treating, not... not this!" "Well, I'm sorry she misunderstood, but a promise is a promise." "Mom!" "Andrew!" She replied back in exactly the same tone. "Look, she picked out the costume for you herself." "But... a pony?" "She says you told her Rainbow Dash is your favorite." "Only because she kept asking and, well, Rainbow Dash is the most... boyish." His mom smirked. "Well, what's the problem then, Andrew? Lexi's got a bunch of pink. Do you want that?" "No, but" "Look, it's only for a few hours. I shouldn't have to beg you to do something nice for your sister." "But there's a skirt! And a wig! And wings! And what's with those shoes?" "Keep complaining and you're wearing it to school beforehand." Andrew sighed.

Kinsey loved the forest. There was something so peaceful about getting away from home, her parents, even her friends, and just reconnecting with nature. The birds in the trees and the wind through the leaves was better than any music. She took a deep breath and sighed contently. She grinned as she came up to what she had come out here for; something one would not expect to see on this wooded path: a pink ballerina. If it were not for the steady rise and fall of the ballerina's bodice, one might have thought her a hyper-realistic statue with how still she stood, one foot slightly extended, her arms held out elegantly over her tutu. Kinsey hummed cheerfully as she made sure the ballerina's tiara was on just right before snapping her fingers. "Kinsey!" The ballerina demanded. "You... you..." "Settle down, Kyle. You're not making any sense." "You left me out here!" The boy protested. "Aren't people wondering where I am?" &q

Bobby listened to his sisters chatter as he stood in his room, surveying his outfit for Rainbow Day. He could not put his finger on why, but every year, he felt the drive to go all out for this particular day. Last year, he had worn pajamas that were colorful stripes from head to toe, but this year, he was going a little more, what was that word mom had used, eclectic. He had a blue sock, a green sock, red shorts, an orange t-shirt, and the piece de resistance, a tie dye cape. When he had modeled it the night before, everyone had agreed it was eye-catching to say the least. Nothing could be done about his boring underwear (dad had jokingly suggested tie dying it), but he shrugged it off and got dressed. Almost as soon as his fingers touched his underwear to pull them on, the door flew open. The latch was broken again, so he had tried to prop it closed with a few books, but clearly, that did not work. His sisters flooded in. "Perfect, he's not even dressed yet." Bobby was

"Dylan, come get your laundry!" "Oh, it's okay, mom." Tyler said with a grin. "I can run it up to him." "You sure? I thought you two were fighting." "We are, but he's still my brother, right? I can do nice things for him sometimes." She smiled. "That's very mature of you. Honestly, sometimes I think you're the big brother." He grinned and took the laundry basket toward the stairs. He could not even believe his mom had said that. It was like she had read his mind. Pausing at the top of the stairs, out of sight of his mom, he fished into Dylan's clothes until he found a pair of his boxer briefs. He grinned and began to focus. He shook the underwear in the air, willing it to change. He grinned as the black cotton began to lighten with each shake. As he kept shaking, the legs grew shorter and shorter, changing into a pair of briefs, far more colorful than what he had started with. In no time at all, the formerl