Andlat's Story Spot

"Aiden!" Mom said the moment Aiden came down for breakfast. "I told you to throw those away!" "What? They still fit." Aiden looked down at his favorite pair of Power Rangers pajamas. Sure, they were a little snug. The pants only went down to his shins and the shirt was practically sleeveless, but he liked them! "They're like a second skin." Mom said in disbelief. "Is this just to keep them away from Jaden?" Jaden, sitting at the table, snorted. He loved nothing more than seeing his brother in trouble. Aiden stuck his tongue out at Jaden. "No, I just like 'em." He said, feeling a bit defensive. "Well, I'm throwing them away the next time they're in the laundry." Mom frowned, realizing what that probably meant to a twelve year old boy. She would raid his room on Monday and get rid of them. "You're growing up and we really don't need to see everything." Dad remarked. His phone suddenly...

Aiden groaned as he slowly woke up. What had woke him up so freaking early, he wondered as his head pounded. He heard one of his brothers screaming downstairs and groaned again. They were always so loud first thing in the morning! It did not help that he had one hell of a hangover. If he were smart, it might have kept him from going out partying, but he still did it each and every Friday. Kicking off the covers, Aiden could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. He stood up a bit shaky, and scratched his butt, his fingers stopping as he realized that the cloth under them did not feel right. He looked down and gasped. This had to be a dream, right? His boxers were gone and right there, covering his bulge, was unmistakably a pair of white briefs. "What the fuck?" He groaned, grabbing his forehead as it felt like it was about to split. Where had these come from? This could not be a dream; it was too weird. But seriously, he had switched out of tighty whities in what? Th...

"Holy smokes! Is that your brother?" They had been friends for so long, she knew Madison's brother even through the makeup and photo editing, not to mention the fact he was dressed from head to toe like a ballerina ready for her recital. "Yep! I told Mom I was done modeling, but she took another assignment anyway. So, I snuck out and spent the night at Lessie's. I'm grounded for a month, but Mom had a deadline." She gestured triumphantly toward the photo. "Which means Cayden had to fill in." "How'd she ever get him to agree?" "Fifty bucks and a promise she'd do enough editing, no one would know it was him. Course, you recognized him immediately, didn't you?" She chuckled. "I got back early enough that he was still wearing it. You should've heard his shriek. And Mom was so mad, she completely forgot about helping him get it off, so he had to stand there and pout while she lectured me for twenty minutes....

Jake surveyed the opened gifts around him. A couple new video games, an awesome new pair of sneakers, even the requisite new underwear that came at every birthday or holiday could hardly dampen his mood. It was the best sixteenth birthday he could have imagined, although getting the keys to a new car would have been the cherry on top. All the same, he felt pretty satisfied. “Oh, there's one you missed.” His mom said, holding up a wrapped package. “Are you sure that's for me?” Jake asked, eyeing the yellow wrapping paper festooned with teddy bears. “It's from Great Aunt Gertie. It's amazing she even remembered to send you something. She's almost ninety, you know.” Jake nodded and sighed, unwrapping the present. “What is it? Hold it up!” “Um, Spider-Man pajamas?” He held them up, perplexed. His mom smiled. “Well, that’s nice of her at least.” “They’re not even my size.” “You don’t know until you try them on.” “Mom, they’re like toddler sized.” Despite his pro...

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘walk a mile in my shoes’?” Michelle glared at the boy sitting in the chair in front of her. Zach was easily the biggest bully in the whole town and they had finally had enough. She had rounded up her two best friends to confront him. Sure enough, the moment he had been cornered by three angry girls, each taller and stronger than him, he had started blubbering and apologizing. Little did he know, they had something much more diabolical planned. Dragging him to a remote girl’s bathroom away from the crowds at the charity carnival on the schools’ sports fields was only the beginning. “Well, since you like mocking little girls, we decided that you deserve to know what it’s like to be one.” “What the hell are you going to do to me?” She smiled to hear fear in the boy’s voice. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re just going to embarrass you. Cut his shirt and shorts off, girls.” They did so with obvious relish, leaving him in just a pair of ugly grey boxer briefs. “Yo...

Buck walked toward the locker room for gym class, smirking as more than a few students gave him a wide berth. He ruled this school, at least in his own mind. His powerful muscles meant that he could, and often did, take anyone who challenged him. “Out of my way, fat ass.” He shoved a chubby freshman out of his way, just because he could. “Gonna cry?” The freshman just ran away and he cackled cruelly as he pushed open the door to the guys locker room. Everyone else was already out of the locker room. After all, class had already begun. Buck did not see himself as late. He made his own schedule. He ruled this school and even the teachers did not dare challenge his authority. He stripped down to his boxer briefs at his gym locker, still chuckling to himself as he flexed his muscles in the small mirror he kept in there. Life was good. “Hey, butterball!” He heard a voice he did not recognize call out. He turned to see who they were talking to, only to see a muscular guy in a letterman’s...