A Trick Before Treats: Housework

As if it was not bad enough he still had flashbacks to trick or treating as Little Bo Peep, Alex now had just as many to the three hour ballet recital Laurie had made him put on before finally releasing him from the tutu. For the next few months, Alex did whatever he could to avoid crossing paths with his older sister any more than he had to. Try as he might though, she was still his older sister, which meant that when their parents were not home, she was in charge.

Alex sat in his room, playing Martian Mayhem Melee as he often did on Saturdays. He knew his parents had told him to do something, but whatever it had been was at the back of his mind as he conquered another objective point.

“Two more for the win.” He muttered to himself. His door creaked open and he shot a glance over to see Laurie in the doorway. “What?”

“Mom wanted me to remind you to clean your room.”

“I will.”

“It’s a pigsty in here!”

“It’s not that bad.” Alex said dismissively. “I’ll do it in a little while.” Laurie smiled.

“I think I know a way to motivate you.” She ominously left the room. Alex paused the game. Was she going to make him clean as Bo Peep? As a ballerina? Maybe she would just threaten to do it? He had to do something.

Diving from his computer, Alex grabbed the nearest small hill of dirty clothes and threw them into his hamper. He yelped as he saw a pair of sky blue and white briefs fall out, hurrying over and picking them up. He was standing there, underwear in his hand, when Laurie returned, thankfully empty handed.

“Glad you’re taking things so seriously.” She said with a knowing smile. “Here, I got you something to keep your hair out of your face.” Alex knew a trick when he heard one, but it was too late. Laurie easily overpowered him and stuck the hairband on his head, a large black bow right on top.

No stranger to the experience now, Alex could not say he was surprised when his clothes transformed, this time into a black and white maid outfit, complete with plain black shoes on his feet. He felt a strange sense of relief that it was relatively modest, the skirt falling to his knees. He sighed as he felt his hair grow longer and curl.

“A maid?” He said, rolling his eyes.

“Why Miss Frou-Frou, when did you get here?” To Alex’s surprise, he felt himself drop into a dainty curtsey. “Look at this mess. Why don’t you go ahead and clean up Alex’s room please?”

“Change me back.”

“Miss Frou-Frou!” Laurie said. Alex curtsied again. “Make the bed.” Alex felt like a passenger in his own body as he pranced over and made his bed, fluffing the pillows and expertly tucking in the sheets and comforter. “Now clean up the dirty laundry.” Alex found himself once again curtseying before prancing around the room. Try as he might, he could not force himself to walk normally. Every time he came across something to pick up, he bent at the knees and grabbed it. “Do you wear undies like those, Miss Frou-Frou?” Laurie asked as he held a camouflage. Alex prepared a sarcastic remark, but his mouth moved of its own accord.

“Oh, no, madame. I wear panties like a good maid.”

“May I see?” Alex watched as his hands lifted his skirt, revealing a pair of black panties with a bizarre amount of white lace all over them.

“Very pretty. Do you like your pretty panties?”

“Oh, yes, madame!” Alex heard himself say. Laurie smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiled. “Miss Frou-Frou, I’m going to go downstairs. You are hereby ordered to clean this room from top to bottom and do all of Alex’s dirty laundry. He has a lot of it, so once this room is clean, I want you to dust and vacuum in the living room, understand?” Alex sighed as he once again curtsied. Laurie grinned as she watched her brother grab his hamper. “You know, the last two outfits were fun, but this one’s actually useful.” Alex remained silent, but that was not good enough for Laurie. “Miss Frou-Frou, would you like that? Do you want to be my full time maid?” Alex felt himself bounce up and down excitedly.

“Oh, yes, madame! I would love to be your maid!” Laurie smiled.

“Well, the better you clean, the more likely I am to keep you around.” She said. “Of course, I think you’ll find you can’t resist from doing your very best. Have fun, little brother!”