Twirling James

-








"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'll see." She went upstairs.

When neither James nor Molly came back downstairs immediately, their mom busied herself with things around the house. It was a few hours before she happened to pass by a window and see a girl twirling outside, her floral dress flying up enough to reveal her pink shorts. At least the girl's mother had taught her to dress modestly if she's going to be twirling, she thought until the girl came to a stop. Even in the dress and with long hair, she immediately recognized her son.

"James?" She said, nearly dropping her glass of water in shock.

"Oh, sorry. Forgot to tell you." Molly said. "James and I had a long talk about things he can do instead of his video games."

"And how did that happen?" She gestured at James now twirling again in his dress.

"Well, he insisted that all my ideas are girl things, so with the help of grandma's old spellbook, I gave him a new point of view. And that box from the back of my closet with all my old dresses. I wouldn't be surprised if he works his way through all of them before you give him back his games."

"Wha?" was all her mother could say as James twirled and twirled. Molly laughed.

"The spell wears off in a week and he'll go back to normal. The hair was just so that no one thought he's a boy in a dress. You know, just in case." She smiled, quite pleased with herself. "I told you to trust me."

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Dirty Little Boy

-
“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.” Emmett 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. “M...
Read more

Nate and the Birthday Cake

-
Image
“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, ...
Read more

Allergic to Clothes

-
A story originally posted on my underwear-focused Twitter account Nick rolled his eyes as he got home from school to see his brother Evan once again sprawled on the couch in nothing but his tighty whities.  "Seriously?"  "What? I like being comfortable!" That much was true. Nick had witnessed Evan strip down to nothing but his juvenile underwear right there in front of the front door without even a second's hesitation.  "I meant the tighty whities."  "Like I said, comfortable." Evan grinned cheekily. Nick rolled his eyes and went to his room. Sometimes it felt like Evan was allergic to clothes, but it was the tighty whities that really bothered Nick. Didn't Evan know only losers wore tighty whities? It was embarrassing being that guy with a brother who seemed proud to wear them! "God, even at breakfast?" He muttered the next morning. Enough was enough! "Put some clothes on!"  "They're just underwear, dude....
Read more

Easy Bake Sissy

-
Image
Colten had never really expected to enjoy Home Ec. After all, it was girl stuff, wasn't it? Homemaking, sewing, baking, all that girly stuff. It did not help that he was the only guy in the class. What were the odds of that? It just proved that it was girl stuff. His thoughts on it quickly changed as he realized he had a gift for baking. The teacher, as amazed as he was, constantly sang his praises. If he had been gracious in victory, it would have been fine, but each and every praise only puffed him up more. When the teacher announced that they would be holding a friendly competition to close out the baking unit, some of the other students decided that Colten had to be take down a peg. Or three. Colten got to class early to prepare his dough. He was going to make pecan hand pies and wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for them. As three of the other students walked in, he barely even looked up. Was it almost time for class already? "Hey, Colten." "Hey....
Read more