Andlat's Story Spot

“I’m gonna piss real quick.” Carson called as his friends thundered through the lobby of the hotel, chattering amongst themselves. They were all spending the night in the hotel before their big hockey tournament tomorrow and they could not be more excited. The team had quickly earned a reputation as the terrors of the hotel among the other guests, but they did not care. They were boys and rambunctious ones at that. Carson did his business in the public bathroom across from the hotel restaurant and, not bothering to wash his hands, headed out into the lobby. If he hurried, he could catch his friends. Jason’s dad had let him bring his Switch and they were all going to play Super Smash Bros. He did not notice the cloth until it covered his mouth and by that point, he was already passing out. Carson slowly woke up to find himself in a comfortable chair surrounded by women in dresses. One of them smiled and came over to him. “Look who’s awake! You slept through your whole makeover!” Car...

“It’s so unfair dad’s making me do this.” Ethan complained for what had to be at least the tenth time. “I’m so sorry you had to put on pants for the first time this summer.” Cora said, rolling her eyes. “What are you complaining about? You’re not the one mom signed up for tumbling.” “What even is tumbling?” “Cartwheels and somersaults and stuff.” He snorted and she hit him with her gym bag. “Trust me, I’m not thrilled.” “Well, we’re here.” He pointed to the community center at the end of the block. “Didn’t daddy say you have to escort me all the way to class? To make sure I don’t skip it like I skipped tap?” He groaned. “Fine.” She smiled. It wasn’t like she hated her brother, but when he got in one of these sour moods, she could not help but torment him. “We’re inside.” He said. “And I still could escape. Mom and daddy paid a lot for these classes.” Ethan groaned. “Seriously? Fine.” He marched off with such frustration, she almost expected him to grab her hand and pull her alo...

Jason lounged on his bed, groaning as he heard his sister moving around. Charlotte was so excited for this stupid ballet! It wasn't even going to be fun. Dad had tried to convince him it was like going to the movies, but Jason was too shrewd for that. Movies had superheroes in them, not fairies and ballerinas and whatever else this dumb Nutcracker had. He lifted his legs into the air and brought them down onto his mattress. It made him feel a little better. Could he fake being sick? No, Mom had told him she would check his temperature rectally if he tried that. He shuddered at the thought. "Get out!" He yelled the second the doorknob turned. Charlotte never listened. She stood there in her red dress, a hair bow atop her head. "Ew! You're not wearing pants!" "Yeah, that's why I had the door closed." "But we need to go. Now." "We do not." He looked at the clock by his bed. Sure, it was later than he thought, but he still had ...

Mason stepped out of the shower, but only had enough time to grab a towel before he was dragged down the hall, skidding to a stop at his sister's closed door. On it was taped a note in his sister's precise handwriting: Knock three times once you have your tutu and tights on, my pretty Prancing Ballerina brother! He held back a loud groan, rolling his eyes. He turned away and began to walk toward his own room, but found himself walking in place, feet scraping through the hall carpet. He could just barely hear a snicker from the other side of Gwen's door, just like he could feel the slight tug of the strings. He sighed. Why fight the inevitable? What would Mom or Dad think if they came upstairs right now? He wondered as he dressed. He hated that he was slightly relieved Gwen had included a pair of his underwear in the tidy pile of ballet things. All the same, they vanished under all the pink he put on before he was finally ready to knock. He took a deep breath and felt his b...

True to her word – his word? – the new Max spent the entirety of Monday forcing the old Max into dress after dress, making him pout, prance, and blow kisses. She almost delighted more in showing him the lacey little panties he wore now instead of the boxer briefs she'd found in his underwear drawer. Of course, that wasn't the only thing she found in there. "Don't even think about trying to switch us back." Cassie said as Max fought down the fluffy petticoats of his tenth or twelfth dress. "Cuz if you do, I show Mom and Dad" she leaned down and whispered into his ear. "And I moved it so you can't find it." She smiled. "But they'll never know as long as you're a good girl." How could this get any worse, he thought as Mom dressed him in a nightgown before tucking him in at Cassie's bedtime. Tuesday began with Max and Cassie once again dressing Max in dress after dress, with him playing princess and tea party and any oth...

For the past few nights, Max had been practicing astral projection and he felt like he was getting pretty good at it. Just the night before, he had made it to the end of the block before feeling the draw to return back home and tonight, he resolved as he brushed his teeth, he would make it even farther. Lying down on his bed, he began to focus on his breathing, bringing it to a calm, slow rhythm. He slowly began to ease his consciousness out beyond the confines of himself and began to slowly move farther and farther away. As easy as could be, he slipped out through the front door and began to move down the street. It was not walking, per se, almost like a floating sensation. He saw the end of the street coming. This was it, he was going to make it farther today. At the back of his mind, he could feel a light tug, but every book he had read told him that that tug could be stretched out through practice. He passed the stop sign at the end of the street and kept going, the strain rapidly...