Andlat's Story Spot

A collection of three Christmas stories I wrote and posted on Bluesky this year. A White Christmas Jake had always loved Christmas, but it felt a little silly for his mom to continue to insist the stockings were from Santa when he was a college freshman and his brother was a sophomore in high school. All the same, he smiled appreciatively as she handed him his red knit stocking. “And one for our guest. Santa never misses a beat.” His mom said, handing a stocking to Jake’s roommate Randy. “Oh, wow! Thanks!” He said with a chuckle. “Dig in, boys.” Jake did not need to be told twice, his hand plunging into the stocking. Oh, great. She put boxers right on top, he thought. He pulled them out and his face turned red. Boxers, they were not. It was a pair of white briefs! He quickly stowed them out of Randy’s sight and dug in. Ugh, another one. And another. Another! Another? Jake’s face grew more and more red as he pulled a dozen pairs of white briefs out of his stocking. Was there anything e...

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...

Another summer, another stupid 'end of the school year' photoshoot. Where did moms even come up with this stuff? And the clothes! There had to be some bizarro boutique where you bought clothes that were practically torture devices for kids. Just look at that photo! That jacket, blazer, whatever has to be against the whatchamacallit. Genema Conviction? Whatever it's called. As we headed out to the place where we would be taking photos, I almost felt at least a little jealous of Jo's dress. Not like that, weirdo! I just mean it was normally what she wore for these dress-up occasions and compared to my shorts and, what was this thing even? A freaking blazer? I figured a dress was less dorky by far! The thought of me actually asking mom for a dress was so funny, I almost ran into Jo as she skidded to a halt. "Shoot, can you grab that?" She pointed to the toy she had just dropped. It looked like some kind of little figurine. A fox? A red panda? What even was i...

      Does any kid actually like dressing up? I sure don't! Itchy collars, pants that show every stain, it's all engineered to torment kids! The one saving grace was my sister. Lucy is two hundred percent a tomboy, but mom and dad insist that she wear a dress. "What a pretty bow!" I said, grinning at the enormous bow sitting on top of her freshly brushed hair. She glowered at me. "I could take you, even in this dress." I knew she was right, so I backed off. "Alright, kids. Head out back so we can take a nice picture before you go play with your cousins. And Brian, I don't want a single stain on those slacks." Then why'd you get me ones that are so light-colored? I wondered, biting my tongue. "One sec, mom." Lucy said. "Come on, Brian. I want to show you something." I wasn't suspicious. That was probably my mistake as I let her lead me back into the bedroom. "What is that?" I asked as I saw her pull some...