Andlat's Story Spot

Bobby fumed as he sat on the floor of the living room, though it was hard to tell if he was more upset about his impending playdate or the fact that Rob had refused to let him get dressed before breakfast, so he was sitting on the floor in his nightie and diaper. Worse, it was the yellow girls’ nightgown Grace had brought over. “You didn't turn into a girl wearing it all night. A little while longer won't hurt.” Rob had said. He was quickly learning that, no matter how weird what he said sounded, Rob was almost always right. “Breakfast is ready.” Rob announced. “Good. I want this thing off.” Bobby said, hoping Rob would see reason. ”It looks cute on you. Four year olds can get away with things like this that big boys can't.” Bobby stayed silent. “Lots of little boys wear dresses and stuff for playtime.” “I don't” Bobby tried to think of a way to stop Rob from getting him some without sounding like he was forgetting his place. “I like wearing my nightie and diaper f...

James sighed as he stared at himself in the mirror. It had taken some time, but he had accepted that the fifth grader looking back at him was him. It was and it wasn't. He knew he was James. He could remember weightlifting yesterday, he could remember his first kiss with Stacy Evans, but that was Brook looking back at him, right down to the Minecraft pajama shirt and the thankfully dry Goodnites. "Just gotta shower. It'll clear my mind and" he sighed. "Then I'll figure out what to do about this." Brook's high pitched voice sounded foreign in his ears. It was unsettling for his audible voice to no longer match his inner monologue. He started the shower and stripped, groaning as each discarded article only further revealed how scrawny he was. He had lost five years, a good fourteen inches in height, his shoulders felt less than half as broad, and the less said about the rest of his body, the better. "Shit." James groaned as he looked up at h...

Maddox tried to hide his panic as he once again had to dodge a group of excited swimmers. Everyone seemed to be growing up so fast and he felt as though he was the only one who hadn't been told. Everything had seemed so normal at the start of summer but now that school was around the corner, suddenly his Sonic beach towel and his lime green clogs felt horribly childish. He had planned to spend most of the day at the community pool, but now that he had seen everyone else, he was too anxious to stay. “Oops, sorry” his heart could not seem to decide if it wanted to stop or pound out of his chest as he realized he had nearly run right into Allison Klein. Of course. Of course it had to be her. “I didn't- Oh, wait. You're” she paused and looked him right in the eyes, no small feat with how much she towered over him. “Maddox, right?” “Uh, yeah.” “Wow, I didn't recognize you out of your school uniform at first! I haven't seen you all summer! Course, I've been in cam...

Don't know if that title is as clever as I think it is... “Who needs pants when you have your poofy diapie?” Beau groaned, covering his ears and wishing he had earplugs. Recess was supposed to be the best part of the whole day, but he could not escape that stupid video. Videos, really. There was that one, the diaper dance, and he didn't even want to think about what other ones might be out there. Every single video spread across the playground like wildfire. “Who needs pants when you have your poofy diapie? Who needs pants when you have your-?” “Are you watching it over and over?” He glared at his best friend, sitting beside him in their special hideout under the jungle gym. The least he could do was look sheepish about it! “They loop.” Aiden said. “And people keep sending them to me.” “It doesn't even sound like me!” Beau protested. “Looks like you though.” Beau pushed Aiden's phone away before he could see the latest AI-generated slander against his maturity. “Do...

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...