A Midsummer's Daydream, Part 4A
By David
daphnesecretgarden@yahoo.com

copyright 2002 by David, all rights reserved

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explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Chapter Twenty-Two   Like Mother, Like Daughter

As soon as I finished my ice cream Nana announced it was time
for me to go to bed.  It was actually a couple of hours before
my regular bedtime, but I didn't argue. I was eager to get in
my own bed, under my own covers, and finally get a little
privacy for once.  It had been a long, tiring day, and so much
had happened, I needed some time to sort things out.  

"Who locked this door?" Nana fussed when we got to my room.  

Darn it, I'd forgotten all about that!  

My grandmother twisted the knob again and again.  Then she
turned toward me.  

"Don't tell me you did this!  I can't believe it!  It looks to
me like you'll do anything to keep from wearing any clothes."

"No, Nana, I promise!  I didn't do it!  I promise!"

I tried to explain that the girls locked me out of my room on
purpose, but my grandmother thought I was lying.  She accused
me of locking it myself, giving her another reason to take the
blame for my situation away from my cousins and place it on
me.

"Why in the world ... No, make that HOW in the world did you
do that?" she fussed.  "There is no key, you know.  Never has
been.  I'm real curious to know how this got locked in the
first place."

"I didn't ...."

"Hush!  Don't fib!  Tell the truth!"

"But, Nana, I promise, I didn't do it ...",

"Fine.  You realize tomorrow is Sunday, I hope."  My
grandmother  was genuinely frustrated.  "I can't get a
locksmith out here until Monday, maybe not even then.  It's
just as well you're being punished tomorrow.  We couldn't get
you anything to wear right now if we tried.  If the locksmith
doesn't come, well, sweetie, you might be stuck like that all
summer."

While I worried about going naked the rest of the summer, Nana
showed me where I was going to sleep.  To my dismay she put me
in her own bedroom, in the little antique day bed next to the
bay window.  This was hardly the ideal situation for me.  It
was a tiny bed, used by my aunt and my mom a long time ago,
back when they were little girls.  It looked so small, so
childish as I stood over it; I doubted that I'd even fit in
it.

That was only the beginning of my problems.  While I removed
my flowery bracelets and crown and placed them on the dresser
along with the fairy pendant, my grandmother stripped the
covers off the childsized bed, leaving me with nothing more
than a rubber sheet to lay on.  And when I say "nothing," I
mean, she wouldn't even give me a pillow!  It looked like I
was about to have a long, miserable night.  

"Please, Nana ... I can't sleep with nothing over me!  Can't I
have a sheet or something?"

"Stop complaining," my grandmother fussed.  She pointed to the
wet spot on her dress, the one I made when she whipped my bare
butt.  "You've already ruined two of my favorite dresses.   Do
you know how much a set of sheets costs?  No way am I going to
let you ruin my good linens!  It won't hurt you to do without
for once.  Then maybe you'll appreciate the good things you
have."

Sitting down on that silly little kid's bed, I felt so
exposed, so helpless, so asinine.  My naked tush on that
stupid cold rubber sheet was a horrible, awful feeling.  I
felt my stomach spin.  It was going to be a long, miserable
night.

"Oh, please, Nana, don't make me sleep like this.  Can't I
please have some pajamas, or least a cover?  I'll freeze to
death!" I pleaded.  "I might even get sick!"

"Don't be ridiculous!   It was hot all day today and it's
going to be plenty warm tonight.  Trust me, you're not going
to get sick.  You WILL get another spanking, though, if you
don't lay down and shush!"

I gingerly stretched out on the barren rubber sheet, shivering
more from shame than any perceived drop in temperature.  "But
it's cold," I whimpered.  "I might get pneumonia!"

"I'm not going to argue about it!  Lay down and go to sleep.  
I have to work on a special surprise for tomorrow and I don't
have time for any more foolishness.."

"But, Nana ...."

"That's enough!"  

Grabbing my hand, my grandmother pulled me to my feet, giving
me the same look Sheila gave me just before slapping the heck
out of me.  I winced in anticipation of being hit, but instead
I was shoved down the hall.

"Go downstairs, darling, and fetch me my hairbrush.  You
remember where I left it, I'm sure.  Hurry up.  NOW!!!"  

I remember wiping tears from my eyes and padding barefoot and
bare-bottomed along the hall and downstairs.  I felt like I
was five years old.  Getting Nana's hairbrush meant only one
thing:  I was getting my butt beat!

For the moment, however, I had more serious concerns.  At the
bottom of the stairway I heard a bunch of giggling voices in
the main living room, the very same room where I was supposed
to find Nana's hairbrush.  My stomach suddenly felt sour. 
Doggone it!  It was Sheila and Pam, chitchatting with their
mom!  

"Shoot!  When did they get home? I forgot all about them!" I
thought fretfully.  "This ain't good!"

I stood for the longest time at the door, trying to decide
whether I should go in.  I didn't want to keep my grandmother
waiting -- she was already mad enough at me -- but I really
dreaded facing my cousins again.  I looked down at my naked
body. There was no telling what would happen if the girls saw
me running around bare-bottomed in front of Nana and my Aunt
Margaret.  I sure didn't feel like putting up with any more
fairy jokes, that was for sure!

"Maybe I could go back upstairs," I thought silently.  "If I
don't do something soon Nana's gonna start yelling at me. 
Either way I'll be dead in a matter of minutes." I sighed. 
"How do I get myself in these predicaments?"

"Da-a-a-vid!  I'm wa-a-aiting," called an impatient voice from
upstairs.  "Don't make me come down there!  GET MOVING!!!"

"Coming, Nana," I replied without thinking.  I winced,
immediately regretting my stupidity.

The giggling in the living room stopped, and I heard a
familiar voice call out, "Is that you, li'l fairy?"

Doggone it!  That was Sheila, all right!  I could recognize
her sarcastic tone anywhere.  I was doomed!

Against my better judgment I slipped into the living room as
quietly as I could.  You know, it's difficult for a naked
twelve year old boy to make a subtle entrance when he has an
audience of appreciative females waiting for him.  Aunt
Margaret and Sheila and Pam were all sitting on the couch
looking right at me as I came through the door.  I froze, just
like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.  

"There he is, our favorite little fairy boy!" Sheila said
brightly.  "Howdy, little fairy boy!"

"Hey, little fairy!" sixteen year old Pam followed. "Whatcha
doin'?"

Genius that I was, I just stood there and shrugged my naked
shoulders.

"Still running around in your cute little fairy costume, I
see!" Sheila grinned with extreme satisfaction as I clasped my
hands over my privates.  "And in front of Nana and Auntie
Margaret, too!  I thought you didn't want them to see you like
this?  How come you changed your mind?"

"Aw, he was lying," Pam said.  "We should have known better,
as much as he loved playing that silly fairy game today.  He
had a ball!"

Sheila grinned.  "Yeah, you should have seen him, Mom!  He was
shameless, running around, butt-naked, in front of all us
girls.  It was pretty sad."

"It sounds to me like everybody was having an awful lot of
fun," my aunt said sweetly.  She looked directly at me and
frowned.  "David, sweetie, what did I tell you about touching
yourself in front of ladies? Stop it!"

I glanced down.  I wasn't playing with myself ... my hands
were just covering my privates, that's all, I promise! 
Feeling extremely foolish, I forced myself to put my hands by
my side.  Two sets of eyes locked in on my bald pudenda; Aunt
Margaret's eyes, to my shame, locked in on my own.  It was at
that moment that I realized where Sheila and Pam got all their
meanness.

"That's better," my aunt said with an evil smile.  "Now, what
are you doing here, sweetie?  I thought it was your bedtime?"

"I, um, I'm supposed to bring Nana her hairbrush," I said
softly.  

That drew a collective "Uh-oh!" from the threesome.  Even my
aunt made a pained face.

"Oh, my!  Sounds like somebody's in trouble again." I felt my
body tremble just to hear those words.  My aunt shrugged her
shoulders.  "Well, that brush is around somewhere, sweetie.  I
know Nana laid it down in here after she beat your butt with
it a while ago.  I just don't know where.  You'll just have to
look for it."

"Nana beat the little fairy's butt already?  Neat!" Pam
exclaimed.  "What for?"

I looked up at my Aunt Margaret.  She raised an eyebrow and
shrugged.  

"You'll have to ask the little fairy himself.  I'm not saying
another word."

Needless to say, I ignored -- or tried to ignore -- the flurry
of questions that came at me as I searched frantically for
Nana's hairbrush.   

"Did you tell everybody what a great time you had today,
David?" my cousin Pam teased as I looked about.  "Did you tell
about showing your bare butt off to Becky and Samantha, or how
you and Brandon played 'fairies' all day long?"

Aunt Margaret shot a questioning stare at me.  It was so
intense I felt at though I'd been slapped.

"Brandon?  Who's Brandon?"

Sheila clapped her hands in delight.  "You know, Brandon
Jackson, Teresa's li'l brother.  Teresa's that really fun
black girl from church.  Remember?"

"Brandon and David got along perfectly, Mom," Pam interjected. 
"You should have seen them ... they danced and sang for us all
day long, just like a couple of little fairies!  They were
hilarious!"

"And sweet," Sheila added.

"Yeah, hilarious AND sweet !"

Man, I really hated this!  The last thing in the world I
needed was for Sheila and Pam to tattle on me about Brandon. 
I could feel Aunt Margaret's eyes follow me around as I looked
for that stupid hairbrush.  You don't know how desperate I was
to get out of there!  It was awful!  The longer I wandered
around the parlor in my birthday suit, the more shots the
girls took at me -- and the more they talked about me and
Brandon!  Talk about misery!

"How can somebody so skinny have such a fat butt?" teased my
cousin Pam.

Sheila jumped in with, "The bigger butt make it easier to
spank him, of course!"

"Make him do the fairy song!" Pam enthused.  "That's the
funniest thing in the world!"

"Pam!  Sheila!  You shut up!"  I gave my cousins a dirty look,
but it was too late.  "Please ... don't ...."

Aunt Margaret winked.  "Oh, we've had some fun already. 
David's already sang and danced a little for us tonight.  

Pam looked like she was going to bust.  "He sang the fairy
song for you?"

"Oh, sure!  He sang it for your Nana and me.  And he even
showed us the little dance that goes with it. It was so
adorable.  He's a strange little boy, your cousin."

I felt my stomach drop as both girls nodded in unison.  "Oh, I
wouldn't say strange, instead.  In fact, I'd say 'queer' would
be a much better word for it," Sheila said.  

"You shut up, Sheila!" I fussed.  Both of my cousins snickered
like a couple of idiots.  Funny, how teenaged girls don't take
naked boys very seriously.  Imagine that.

"By the way, David, what is this about Brandon?" my aunt
asked.  The look in her eyes was piercing.  "Why is it that
the girls talk about him, but you never mentioned anything
about him, sweetie.  Who exactly is he?"

"I, um, well ...."

"Oh, Mom, you remember Teresa's little brother," Sheila
explained nonchalantly.  "You know Teresa, that cute colored
girl that attends Mrs. Johnston's Sunday school class? 
Brandon's her little brother."

"He's the same age as David," added Pam.  "Maybe just a few
months younger."

 Aunt Margaret nodded.  "Oh, THAT Teresa.  The little colored
girl.  She is cute, all right.  And Brandon is her little
brother, huh? So, exactly what was he doing here?"  

My aunt shot me a stern look.  I couldn't tell if she was
asking me or my cousins.  It didn't matter; before I could say
anything, Pam ratted me out again.

"Oh, Teresa brought him along to keep David company.  They
played together most of the afternoon.  They hugged and they
kissed and just had a great ol' time together, didn't you,
David?  You really liked Brandon, didn't you, little fairy?"

"Pam!" I screamed in horror.  "Shut up!"

Aunt Margaret shook her head.  "Now, girls, no fibbing.  I'm
sure David wouldn't go around hugging and kissing a little
colored boy ...."

Sheila jumped in with, "But, we're NOT fibbing, Mother,
honest!  You should have seen them.  They were so adorable,
holding hands and playing together, just like a couple of
little cupids.  Brandon and David, sitting in a tree ...."

"SHEILA, NO!!!" I screamed.

Pam, naturally, had to join in with, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!!"

And then both girls joined together in a giggling rendition
of:

"First comes love,
then comes marriage
then comes David
with a baby carriage!"

"They're lying," I insisted.  "They are lying to you!  I
promise!"

"Oh, I wish you girls would stop exaggerating!" fussed my
aunt.  "All that does is make poor little David cry.  Is that
what you want?"

"But, Mother!  We're not exaggerating!  We promise!"

"Hush!  Leave the poor boy alone!  Can't you two see how much
you're embarrassing him?"

"But that's the fun part," my cousin Sheila said with a smirk
on her face.  "We like embarrassing him!"

It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and calm down a
bit.  I only managed to do so because I thought the worst was
over.  Imagine my despair to discover it was not.

"So, tell me about this little colored boyfriend of yours." 
Aunt Margaret winked at me in a most alarming manner. 
"Brandon, right?  Is he as cute as you are?"

My face was so red, I was surprised it didn't burst into
flames.  "Um, I don't know.  Boys don't call each other
'cute'."  I tried to swallow, but it hurt really bad. 
"Besides, he's not my boyfriend.  Boys don't have boyfriends!"

Sheila clapped her hands and laughed. "Oh, sure they do!  You
said you loved him!  Remember?  You actually used those words! 
We all heard you!  'I love you, Brandon,' just like that!  So
that makes him your boyfriend!"  

"He is not!  I did not!" I cried hysterically.  "You shut up,
both of you!"

Pam chimed in, of course, with, "He said it, Mother, he did! 
He told Brandon he loved him!  We heard it, loud and clear! 
Becky and Linda and Teresa heard it, too!  You can ask them!"

"I may have to do that," my aunt said in a husky voice.

"David's got a boyfriend!" sang Sheila.  "David's got a
boyfriend!"

"I do not!" I screamed.  "Stop saying that!"

"But it's the truth and you know it!" Pam said.

"But I didn't want do it," I said with a tearful sob.  "You
made me!"

Sheila grinned.  "There he goes boo-hooing again, just like a
baby.  Go ahead and cry, crybaby!  Maybe we'll get Brandon or
your little fairy friend Chrissy to come over and kiss it and
make it all better!"

Aunt Margaret was so tickled to hear all this, she finally
broke down and laughed out loud.  "Now, Sheila, Pam, don't be
so mean.  It's not like they were doing anything wrong.  Boys
can kiss each other if they want"

Both girls giggled like crazy.  I can't tell you how hard it
was to stand there and take all that.  Especially with no
clothes on!

"I want to hear more about this Brandon boy," my aunt
insisted. "Like I said, you didn't mention him when we talked
before.  And I asked you specifically if anybody else was
here.  You'd best not lie to me, sweetie."  She thought for a
second and sighed.  "Brandon ...  Brandon Jackson?   Is that
the same little colored boy you said was picking on you at
church last summer?"

I nodded.  My mouth was dry as dirt.

"And now you're friends?"  My aunt cast a skeptical gaze over
my nude body.  "That's interesting.  So I guess you two made
up, huh?"

The girls laughed in chorus.  "Oh, they made up, all right!"
offered Pam.  "They kissed and made up good, and now they're
boyfriends!!!"

"Made OUT is more like it," Sheila chirped.

Aunt Margaret didn't take her eyes off me.  "So, you're
boyfriends, hmmm?  That's interesting."

Sheila couldn't keep her mouth shut, either.  "Oh, mother, you
should see them together!  They are so ADORABLE!!! Like I told
you before, they hug and kiss and hold hands, just like
they're in love with each other!  Don't you, li'l fairy?"

"You shut up!" I croaked.  "You're mean!  All of you!"

My defiance came across pretty lame, judging from the laughter
that filled the room.

"Oh, stop teasing the poor child.  No wonder he cries so
much."  My aunt looked at me and smiled.  "What's the matter,
David?  Didn't you want us to know you had a little Negro
boyfriend?  You're not ashamed of him, are you? Why wouldn't
you want me to know about him?  We have several Negro friends,
you know.  They're very nice people."

It was amazing how my aunt could say so much just by raising
up that one eyebrow.  She was playing dumb; she knew perfectly
well I had done something I wasn't proud of, and she was
enjoying my misery as much as the girls, maybe even more!

"He ... he's not my boyfriend."  That was all I could think of
to say.

"It sounds to me like he is.  And Christopher, too.  What is
it with you and all these boyfriends? It sounds to me like
you're keeping secrets from me again.  You don't keep secrets
from me, understand?  You're not in the position to keep
secrets from anybody, my little fairy!"

Blushing like crazy, I nodded.  What else could I do?

"You act one way and do something else.  I don't like that." 
Aunt Margaret shook her head.  "I guess we need to talk, so
first thing in the morning, you and me, okay?"  

There was that eyebrow again.

I nodded.  "Um, okay."

From upstairs we could hear my grandmother calling my name. 
Aunt Margaret smiled her movie star smile at me, tossed me
something, and then pointed at the door, all in one graceful
moment.

"Better get on upstairs.  And take that to Nana.  Sounds to me
like she might need it soon."

Nodding nervously, I looked down at the thing in my hands.  It
was my grandmother's hairbrush.

"Um, thanks," I said weakly.  I remember feeling sick to my
stomach.

Nana didn't seem very happy with me when I finally returned. 
I reluctantly handed her the hairbrush, fully expecting her to
paddle me with it like she'd done before.  She didn't
disappoint me; straight away she bent me over her knee and
several sound blows were applied to my bare bottom, just
enough to make me cry.  

"Next time maybe you'll hurry when I tell you to do
something," she said cheerfully.  

Then, as quickly as you might change  a television channel,
she turned her attention to my hair, of all things.  I felt
like such a sissy, standing there in my birthday suit with her
fussing over my long blond locks like I was a girl.  In some
ways it was even more awful than a spanking.

"You have such lovely hair, sweetie, just like your mother's. 
It's too bad you're a boy.  You look so much like one of the
girls with your hair all prettied up.  What a waste."  

After an infinity of brushing and finagling with my blond
locks, Nana set aside her brush and picked up a dark blue jar.

"Here, you were worried about getting sick, let's put this on
to make sure you don't.  Lay back so I can get it on right. 
Don't worry, that rubber sheet isn't that cold.  Stop being
such a baby!"

Trembling against the cool rubber pad on my tiny daybed, I
followed my grandmother's cue and reclined backward, feet
together, hands by my side.  Laying out completely nude before
my grandmother I felt exposed and vulnerable, like a baby
getting its diaper changed; not at all like the twelve year
old boy that came to spend the summer in the country. 

I watched anxiously as Nana dipped her fingers in the blue jar
and extracted a dollop of some greenish-yellow goo.  I
wrinkled my nose as a horrible, piercing medicine smell filled
the air, and I almost screamed in horror as she PLOPPED!!! the
goo right in the middle of my chest, of all places.

"Nana!  That's nasty!" I complained.  "It feels icky ... and
it smells awful!"  

My grandmother shushed me.  "It's your own fault.  I tried to
tell you it's not cold in here, but you insisted.  This is
mentholated petroleum jelly.  Just the thing to ward off colds
and pneumonia and the flu.   We'll just smear this on your
chest, give you some good tasting cough syrup and you'll be
set for the night.  This will keep you from getting sick, I
promise!"

I about died as Nana dug out another handful of that awful
stuff and smeared the entire glob all over my chest, my
shoulders and even my belly.  The smell was excruciating and
the sensation was maddening!  I couldn't help but squirm as
her fingers tickled my ribs, my nipples and my belly button as
she coated my entire upper torso with the horrible, greasy
goo.  All the way down to include my bald, naked genitals.

"Oh, gosh!!!" I exclaimed.  The sensation of my grandmother's
hand on my privates literally took my breath away.  I shivered
to feel my twelve year old balls tingling like they'd been hit
with electricity.

"Stop squirming so much, sweetie!  Goodness' sake, it's not
like we haven't done this before.  I changed your diaper all
the time when you were a baby."  

"I ... I can't help it," I whined softly.

Nana raised one eyebrow as she made sure my pubic area was
coated with that greasy, nasty jelly.  

"Of course, you'll have to sleep on your back all night.  I
don't want any of this stuff on my bed.  It's an antique, you
know.  Just lie still, close your eyes and go to sleep.  The
next thing you know it'll be morning and the start of a brand
new day!"

I shivered anxiously as her hand brushed the tip of my penis,
leaving behind a daub of petroleum jelly.   

"There's a little extra medicine for your unruly playmate," my
grandmother said with a sour grin.  "Don't want it to feel too
neglected."

The cooling effect of the mentholyptus caused my boyish organ
to tingle as though a high voltage current had been applied to
it.  Within seconds I had a raging erection that my
grandmother found particularly offensive.

"We're going to do something about that tomorrow," she said. 
"We need to get rid of that ugly thing once and for all!"

Before leaving the room Nana gave me several huge spoonfuls of
the most awful tasting cough syrup you could imagine.  It was
so tart, so nasty, I actually felt sick after swallowing it. 
Right then and there I swore I'd never complain again about
getting sick, which I now realize was the point of the
exercise.

"Pleasant dreams, sweetie," my grandmother said as she left me
laying miserable and helpless in bed.  "I've still got work to
do, so I'll see you in morning."


Chapter Twenty-Three   Sweet Dreams

Laying naked in that tiny child's bed in my grandmother's
bedroom, well, it was pretty demeaning to my twelve year old
frame of mind.   I usually slept in either pajamas or at least
a pair of jockey shorts, and always with a cover of some sort. 
But now I was literally laying out in the open, exposed to
anybody who walked in, like a naked doll displayed atop some
sort of weird rubber birthday cake.  

In addition to leaving the bedroom door open, Nana left a lamp
on next to my bed, preventing me from at the very least hiding
in the dark.  I couldn't even turn over on my belly and hide
my penis because of that slimy wet, foul smelling gunk on my
chest and belly.  Instead, I had to lay there, wide awake and
bored to tears, watching my boyish member slowly rise and
harden in place.  

"Darn it," I thought with a sob, "the worse off I am, the
harder my dick gets!  Why me?"

Concentrating with all my might, I tried desperately to get my
penis to go back down, but I didn't dare touch it for fear of
getting caught.  Nana would be absolutely furious!  All I
could do was watch it standing tall and proud in the dim glow
of the lamp beside my bed.

ARGHH!!!!!

That stupid hardon!  I was so miserable, stuck on my back,
unable to control the very thing that kept getting me in
trouble.  Talk about agony!  I tried to think about other
stuff, baseball, comic books, setting off fireworks, anything! 
I still couldn't keep the images of Christopher and Brandon
out of my head, nor the thoughts of all the kisses and
touching I'd experienced in the past few days.  Instead of
calming myself down, I ended up squirming around and making
myself even more aroused than when I began!

I tried to fall asleep, but I was so miserable I couldn't even
yawn.  And as the evening dragged on I started to really feel
sorry for myself, the sound of chit-chat and laughter from
downstairs driving me to tears.  

Every now and then I thought I heard somebody go past the open
door to the bedroom, but from where I was laying my vision was
blocked and I couldn't see for sure.  What's worse, I could
have sworn I heard whispering and giggling.  Paranoid and
scared, I just knew my cousins were spying on me, planning to
do some horrible thing to me ... again!  I had no doubt they
were betraying me to my grandmother and my aunt, telling them
all sorts of ugly stuff about me and -- GULP! -- Brandon, and
heck, probably even about Christopher, too!  Every time I
heard someone downstairs laughing, I would break out in tears
and sob like a little baby.  

At one point Aunt Margaret stuck her head in the door to check
on me.  I must have been a pitiful sight, laying out on that
stupid little bed, naked and vulnerable and quietly crying in
the glow of the nightlight.  

"What's wrong, little fairy?  Why are you so sad?"  

My aunt sat on the edge of the bed and made herself
comfortable.  I explained that I was miserable and wanted to
get up and go to my own  room.  Without missing a lick she
told me to stop complaining and stay in the bed and  go to
sleep.

"You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow, little fairy."

"Please stop calling me that!" I sobbed.  "I am not a fairy!"

"Shush!  Don't get so worked up over a silly word.  Relax and
go to sleep, all right?  Remember, you have all those chores
to do for Nana tomorrow.  Get some sleep, sweetie.  Trust me,
you're going to need all the rest you can get."

"But I can't sleep," I complained.  "Everybody else is up.  I
can hear them downstairs laughing at me.  They're making fun
of me, aren't they?"

"Who's making fun of you, sweetie?  What are they saying about
you?"

I sobbed a little more.  "The girls ... Sheila and Pam. 
They've been saying stuff about me.  Bad stuff."

My aunt put her hand on my thigh and rubbed it.  "Bad stuff? 
Like what?  What kind of bad stuff is there to tell?  Is there
something you should have told me, honey?  Is it about
Brandon?  Or Christopher, maybe?  All that stuff about you
kissing them, is that really true?  Maybe just a little?"

"No-o-o-o," I cried.  

Of course there was stuff I could have told her, but I was too
ashamed.  No way was I going to confess to the things my
cousins made me do!  Absolutely not!  All I wanted was to be
left along.  Believe me, I was one unhappy camper, let me tell
you!  

"I didn't do anything wrong," I said with a whisper.

"Then you have nothing to worry about, do you, sweetie?"  

I almost died at what happened next.  Aunt Margaret slid her
hand up my leg until she touched me just beneath my testicles. 


"I see Nana gave you the petroleum jelly treatment.  No
matter."

I held my breath as her hand first cupped my tingling balls
and gently squeezed.  I was totally terrified, but the warmth
of her hand on my balls felt, oh, so good!

"Little boys are so cute when you're like this.  No ugly hair
or wrinkles ... so pretty and smooth.  Just like when you were
a little baby."

"Aunt Margaret ...." I whispered.  

A powerful involuntary shiver swept over me.  I stretched my
entire body and squirmed as her hand encircled the base of my
penis and held me tight.  She then slid her fingers up and
down my slippery erection a couple of times.  I know it sounds
awful, but I'm pretty sure I made a cooing sound, kinda like
you hear from a dove.  

"Oh, gosh, she's jacking me off!  What if I squirt on her
hand?" I worried.  "Please don't let that happen!  I'll get
another spanking for sure!"

My aunt then dipped the forefinger of her free hand in the
pool of petroleum jelly that had formed in my belly button.  I
remember waiting in horror as that curious,
 slimy digit slithered down between my legs and up under my
butt.  I squirmed helplessly as it wormed its way up against
my bottom, probing my butthole as her other hand caressed my
erection.  

"Feels pretty good, doesn't it?"  Her voice sounded husky and
warm in the dim light.  "You used to love this when you were a
baby.  Do you remember me playing with your bottom when you
were little?" 

I shook my head.  

"Well, trust me, you used to smile and squirm and carry on,
just like you're doing right now."

I stretched and purred with shameless pleasure as her finger
slid inside my anus and wriggled around for the longest time.  

Aunt Margaret winked.  "See, I knew you still liked this.  I
could tell a little while ago when I helped you douche.  Some
boys really love getting touched like this, and there's
nothing at all wrong with that.  Have you done anything like
this before?  Maybe with Christopher or Brandon?"

"No, ma'am," I gasped breathlessly.  "I promise!"

"Oh, that's too bad," she said with a smirk.  "Imagine I'm
your boyfriend, Christopher, and we're hiding from those mean
ol' girls, playing naughty little games with each other in the
dark."

"Aunt Margaret, don't ...."

"Shhhh ... not so loud.  You don't want to frighten off your
naked little fairy friend."

Just hearing my aunt suggest such things was enough to sent a
shiver through my young body.  Combine the mental image of
Christopher with the sensation of a curious finger exploring
my bottom and ... well, for a few minutes I imagined I was
being caressed and probed by my fellow fairy.  Right up to a
warm, moist kiss on the lips.

"Such a pretty, pretty boy."

I opened my eyes to see Aunt Margaret's face less than an inch
from my own.

"See?  You and Christopher could have a lot of fun playing
like this."  She looked just like her daughter Sheila when she
teased me like this.  "Like I said, lots of boys your age do,
you know."

As much as I was uncomfortable with my aunt touching me,  I
was pretty disappointed when she stopped and stood up.  I was
so close to orgasm it actually hurt.  

"Hmm ... Looks like your little soldier is wide awake," Aunt
Margaret said pleasantly.  I gasped as she flicked the tender
tip with a sharp fingernail.  "You know what that means, don't
you?"  I shook my head.  "You're going to have pleasant
dreams.   Don't let your grandmother catch you playing with
him.  Now go to sleep!"

I couldn't believe my Aunt Margaret did that to me!  To tease
me like that, get me all excited and upset, and then just
leave me there!  That was so cruel ... in retrospect I wished
instead that she'd taken Nana's hairbrush and beat my bare
butt.

Oh, the agony of it all!

It took me forever to get to sleep, and when I did I had the
most godawful dream.  My Aunt Margaret was wrong.  It wasn't
at all pleasant.  It was, well, scary.  And annoying! Remember
those goofy nightmares I'm always talking about? You know,
showing up in school naked, going to the grocery store,
church, stuff like that?  Well, I had a whole series of them. 
Right there, as I slept in the same bed my mother slept in
when she was a little girl. 

In my dream I remember waking up completely naked  in school,
seated at my desk, holding my notebook in my lap in a vain
attempt to hide my nudity.  For some reason my teacher called
me up to the front of the room.  Without my notebook, of
course.  The next thing I knew I was standing on a chair in
front of the whole class reciting the multiplication table. 
Without even looking I could feel my erection sticking out as
hard as it could; all of the girls, of course, pointed and
whispered with the scariest enthusiasm.  

Funny thing, though ... as ashamed as I was, as scared as I
was, I didn't run away.  I couldn't run away.  Not even when I
was confronted by a bully.  Eric Lile was his name, and he was
popular, handsome and mean as heck to wimpy little bookworms
like me.

"Look at the little fairy," Eric teased.  "Fairy boy!  Fairy
boy!  Fairy boy!"

Squirming and shaking, I prayed for him to shut up!  As in
real life, everybody followed Eric's cue and hooted and
hollered at me, especially the girls.  

"What's the matter, Fairy Boy?" SLAPP!!!  My head spun as I
felt the blow against my cheek.  "Why you crying, Faggot Boy?"

The Eric-in-My-Dream then did something the Real Eric once did
to me.  He spit on me.  I could feel the warm glob of mucous
on my face, sliding down my neck.  I hated when he did that,
even in my dreams.

Crying and stammering, I was terrified my tormentor would
somehow make things even worse for me, exactly how I wasn't
sure.  To be safe I hurried through my recitation and when I
finished my teacher had me take a bow.

When I straightened up the dream sequence had changed.  I was
standing outside, in front of my grandmother's church, in
fact, where I was waiting patiently as Nana and my aunt ...
and my mom -- Omigod!  Not my mom, too! -- were having their
usual chitchat session with their usual friends.  I was, of
course, not wearing a single stitch of clothing.  To make
things even worse, as I looked around I realized I was holding
hands with a naked Christopher on one side and an equally nude
Brandon on the other.   I was chagrined to be seen like that,
but unlike the classroom sequence hardly anybody seemed to
notice.  If they did, our nudity was seen as normal.  

"See my pretty fairies, Clara?" Nana said to one of the
ladies.  "Aren't they just lovely?"

"Lovely, indeed," purred Mrs. Johnston.  The touch of her hand
on my naked shoulder was so real I felt my entire body shiver. 
"I wish I had a pretty fairy.  Won't you come stay with me,
little fairy?"
.
"Oh, look, darlings," my mother said sweetly after making me
shake hands with the preacher.  "Your little girlfriends are
here."

To my horror we were suddenly surrounded by every girl I'd
ever known or dreamt of, short, tall, thin, fat, plain and
beautiful, they were all there and they were all looking right
at me!  This included my cousins, several girls from school,
and even a couple of television and movie stars I had a crush
on.  Like my mother and  family, every female there was
dressed in their Sunday best, and there I was stark raving
naked, holding hands with two other naked boys!  It was so
real to me; I looked each smiling admirer in the eye and I
could feel myself turning red all over.

Somebody touched my shoulder.  I turned around and felt sick.

"Want to go with us to get ice cream?" Becky asked nicely. 
For some reason she looked much older -- and a lot prettier --
than I remembered.  "I'll let you carry my purse."

I tried to cover myself but couldn't.  My hands were
inseparably clasped to my side by Christopher and Brandon,
leaving me open to girlish scrutiny.  

"I can't go," I said shyly.  "I have to stay here with Nana
and my mom."  

"Aw, that's too bad." Becky leaned in close and whispered in
my ear.  It was then that I noticed she wasn't wearing those
stupid glasses.  "We could have had all sorts of fun.  Want to
try on my lipstick?"

She then licked her red lips and flashed me a beautiful smile,
revealing a bright set of teeth no longer bound by those ugly
braces.  I couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked.

"Well?" she asked, holding a tube of lipstick up to my mouth. 
"It'll be fun!"

I remember feeling my penis twitch, but before I could answer
I blinked. I opened my eyes and saw my mom smiling at me.  

"Maybe you'd rather spend time with your little boyfriends,"
Mom teased.  "Oh, don't look so surprised, David.  I know
everything you do.  You can't keep secrets from me!  Go ahead
and play with your little boyfriends.  Don't mind me."

Before I could protest or deny anything, Christopher's
familiar freckled face was close to mine, and I could smell
the fragrance of strawberries.  I remember him moving in so
close that we bumped noses.  And then, in front of my mother
and my grandmother and my aunt and just about every girl I
ever knew, we kissed.  Two naked boys with two pairs of boy-
lips pressing together, ever so lightly.  It felt so real to
me, I swear, it was like it really happened!  

Muffled whispers emanated from our audience, and when we
pulled apart we were greeted with a gallery of gleeful,
approving faces.  I started to kiss him again, but instead,
the coffee-colored face of Brandon Jackson was mere
millimeters from mine, his green eyes glowing with passion.

"So sweet," a voice whispered in my ear.  I think it was
Becky, but it might have been my mom again.  Warm and
familiar, it tickled my ear with every word.  "And so pretty. 
Such a sweet boy, such a pretty boy."

I remember turning to see who was talking to me.  I was half
right.  It was my mom, standing inches away, smiling right at
me. 

"I see you've been busy this summer," my mom said.  "Go on. 
Don't let us interrupt.  Kiss him again, sweetie, like a good
little fairy."

Under my mother's watchful eye I once again found myself
bumping noses with Brandon.  I distinctly remember detecting
the flavor of licorice and Dr. Pepper as a wave of pleasure
caused me to shudder.  For some reason I felt the overwhelming
need to pee.

"Hello, pretty boy," the voice in my ear breathed heavily, "Do
you want some ice cream?"

I remember moaning with pleasure as a warm hand touched my
shoulder and rocked me back and forth.

"Hello ...?  Are you having a nice dream, honey?"

                        *     *     *

I opened my eyes.  For real this time.  I immediately wished I
hadn't.  I blinked.  Standing over me were Nana and my Aunt
Margaret.  They both had the biggest grins on their faces.  I
blinked and rubbed my eyes.

"Good morning, sleepy head!  Time to get up!"

I looked around the room.  Oh, gosh!  I wasn't in my room, not
in my bed ... I glanced at the rubber sheet I was laying on. 
Oh, geez ...!

I suddenly felt extremely ill.  I was wide awake and there
wasn't a darned thing I could do about it!


Chapter Twenty-Four   What a Way to Start the Day!

I knew it was useless, but I immediately closed my eyes and
feigned sleep.  I was hoping this was just part of that stupid
dream and tried to think about something more pleasant. 
School, baseball, being home with my mom.  It didn't do any
good.  In the background my Aunt Margaret's voice had a stern
sound to it.  

"David!  C'mon, wake up!  Let's go, sleepyhead.  We know
you're awake.  You can't fool us."

Down below I felt my penis twitch, again.  I tried to restrain
the feeling, but that only triggered the most pleasant, yet
shameful spasm.  My imagination flared up and I saw the dream-
image of Brandon's sleepy-eyed, freckled face just inches away
from mine. 

Not now, I thought desperately.  Suddenly I felt a squirt,
then the shock of something hot and wet against my bare skin. 
I looked down to see a huge glob of semen in my belly button. 
In a panic, I bolted upright in the bed ... and watched
helplessly as the glob slid down between my legs.  Within
seconds I could feel a warm trickle under my thighs and around
my bare buns.

"Eeeeeee!" I squealed.  "I made a mess!"

Chagrined, I looked up just in time to see my aunt and
grandmother standing over me, looking right at my white-
stained belly.  A cold shiver swept over my bare shoulders and
arms, giving me goosebumps in the cool morning air.

"Don't look, please!" I fussed.  My whining evoked a wave of
laughter and smiles.  I tried to cover myself with my hands,
getting them all sticky with semen in the process.  I don't
know why I even bothered.

"Why shouldn't we look?" my aunt said.  "All we're doing is
standing here  asking if you were having a nice dream."

"It looks to me like he's having a dirty dream," quipped Nana. 
"Here's a tissue, nasty boy.  Please clean yourself up before
I decide to get my hairbrush."

I blinked my eyes and made a gulping sound, just like in a
cartoon.  I then stretched, sat up, and did as I was told.  My
grandmother watched me like a hawk as I carefully gathered up
all that sticky stuff up and folded it into the tissue.  Nana
was right; it was pretty nasty stuff, to say the least.

"That's enough of that.  You can wipe down that rubber mat
with disinfectant after your other chores are done.  Now you
know why you don't get any bed sheets.  Okay, get on your
feet, sleepy head, and join us downstairs, if you don't mind."

"Can I ... um, may I get dressed first?"

Nana pulled me to my feet and gave me a light swat on the
butt.

"Very funny, honey.  What did I tell you last night?"  I
winced as she smacked my bare bottom again, much harder this
time.  "You know our deal.  Today you're my little helper,
remember?  You ran around bare butt naked all day yesterday
for the girls, you can do it again all day today for your Aunt
Margaret and me."

I blinked.  Oh, geez, I suddenly realized what she was saying.

"Nana, no!  You're not really going to make me do that, are
you?  I gotta have my clothes!  Please!!!"

"And to think, you were so sweet last night," my grandmother
muttered.  I watched tearfully as she sat on the edge of the
bed and grabbed her hairbrush from the nightstand.  "Bend
over!  Right now!"

"Nana, no!"

A forceful hand grabbed me by the hair of my head and I felt
myself being bent over at the waist.  

"Bend over further.  Grab the back of your knees and hold on
tight!  That's it.  Now stand still ...."

How could this be happening to me?  I mean, I was barely awake
and already I was bent over with my bare butt stuck up in the
air.  Next thing I knew, a series of fiery, agonizing blows
struck my bare bottom, shocking me into a new and dreadful
day.  I certainly woke up then!  I didn't even bother trying
to conceal my squealing and sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Nana!  I'll be good, I promise!"

"Oh, hush up!  I'm just now getting warmed up!"

I tried bracing myself for the onslaught of SLAPS!!! that
followed, but all I could do was cry like a baby.  After a
while Nana stopped and offered the brush to my aunt.

"Do you want to give him a few, Margaret, sweetie?  It's good
exercise."

I looked over my shoulder.  I prayed my aunt wouldn't take up
Nana's offer to beat my butt.   I knew from experience just
how hard she could hit.   It wouldn't have taken much to
reduce me to a crying, sobbing mass of misery.

"Oh, no, go ahead.  I'm sure I'll have plenty of opportunities
later."  Aunt Margaret tossed me a smile and sighed.  "You
really know how to start off the day, darlin'."

"I didn't do anything," I sobbed.

"Oh, you didn't do anything?  In that case I suppose I ought
to give you a few more, just for being lazy," laughed my
grandmother.

Nana laid into me again with a dozen more smacks, giving me
plenty of time to appreciate each one.  I cried like a baby,
naturally.  When she was done, she grabbed my chin, lifted my
trembling, tear-stained face up toward hers, and spoke very
softly.

"Do not make me do this again, David.  If you do, I'll see to
it that you don't get to wear a single stitch the rest of the
week.  Make me really mad and it will be the remainder of the
summer.  And every morning I'll paddle you so hard you won't
be able to sit down until supper.  Do you understand?"

"But, Nana ...."

My grandmother sighed.  "There goes tomorrow.  Remind me,
Margaret, first thing in the morning, a paddling and then his
birthday suit, all day long!"

I was horrified.  "Nana!  No!"

"Make that two more days with no pants," my grandmother noted
sourly.  "Now, my darling, do you want to try for the whole
week?  Try me, I dare you!"

Biting my lip, I shook my head and cleared my throat.  "No,
ma'am," I croaked.

"Are you going to give me anymore trouble?"

I shook my head again.

"And you're going to do as Nana says?  Good.  Now, give me a
pretty smile.  Come on, I don't want to look at some ol' pouty
face all day long.  You look so cute in your birthday suit,
don't ruin it with an ugly face."

Mustering all my strength, I set aside my grief and shame long
enough to come up with a faint smile.

"Not good enough.  Do you want another paddling?  Come on,
make it bigger.  Show me those pretty white teeth."  

I swallowed, took a deep breath, and did as I was told.  I
felt so stupid, like I was betraying myself, smiling like
that; it made my grandmother happy, however, and most
important, it got her off my back.

"That's my boy!  You look so pretty now.  Doesn't he look
pretty, Margaret?"

Aunt Margaret raised an eyebrow.  "Very pretty, yes, indeed. 
You make a very pretty fairy, David, sweetie."

"Well," my grandmother said cheerfully, "now that we've
settled this, let's get going.  I'm going to collect up all
the laundry while you clean the kitchen."

"Yes, ma'am," I said nervously.

"You're not smiling, sweetie.  What did I say ... There,
that's better.  Well, hop to it!   You've a lot of work to do
this morning, so don't linger."

I glanced toward the window.  It was so early in the morning
that it was still dark outside.  That, plus I thought I heard
raining.  I wondered if Nana was still going to have company
if it rained.  I sure hoped not.

"Um, Nana ... can I go to the bathroom first?" I asked.  I
gingerly ran my fingers down my chest and belly.  "Please?  I
really have to go.  And this ... medicine stuff, is still
sticky on me ... and it smells awful."

The fact was, I really had to pee.  In fact, I had to go so
bad I was already getting another erection, which I was glad
my grandmother chose to ignore ... so far.  My poor confused
penis was so hard it didn't even go away when I got my butt
paddled.  I also had to poop, but let's not even go there,
okay?

Nana gave me a careful look from head to toe.  "Good idea.  Go
wash up, brush your teeth ... and do something about THAT."  I
blushed as she nodded toward my erection.  "I do not want to
see that ugly thing sticking out all day today, so you'd best
figure out what to do about it."

"Yes, Nana," I said with my best fairy smile.

I watched my grandmother exit the room, leaving me alone with
my smiling Aunt Margaret.  Without a word her dark, piercing
eyes scoured my naked body, traveling up and down several
times before locking on my own eyes.  With a mocking shake of
her head my aunt held out her hand.

"Come along, you dirty boy."

I sighed.  It was going to be one long, miserable day!


Chapter Twenty-Five   Cleanliness is Next to "Fairy-ness"!

True to form, Aunt Margaret volunteered to help me get ready
while Nana went downstairs.  I felt ill as my aunt led me by
the hand like little child all the way down to the master
bathroom.  I was hoping for a little privacy, but that would
have been way too good to be true.

"Hurry up and do your business, sweetie.  We don't have all
morning."

"But, Aunt Mar-"

"Want me to get Nana's hairbrush?"

"No, ma'am."

"Then do what I say!"

"Where are the girls?" I asked as I shyly climbed onto the
toilet.  The last thing I wanted was another member of the
family scrutinizing my every move.  I was thrilled to hear
Sheila and Pam were both still in bed asleep.

"Oh, the sun hasn't even come up, sweetie, so they won't be
out of bed for at least a couple of hours," my aunt said. 
"You're up because you have a ton of chores to do. Remember,
you agreed to help Nana around the house.  The girls will be
going to church with me later in the morning while you get
your work done."

"Oh." I noticed for the first time that Aunt Margaret was
wearing her slip, bra and girdle.  While that made sense, it
did not make me anymore comfortable; in my puny little mind
her exotic lingerie made her look even more intimidating
compared to me in my adolescent birthday suit.

I sat quietly -- and fearfully! -- as Aunt Margaret dug
through the bathroom cabinet.  The last time this happened I
ended up getting my butt poked and washed with a douche
nozzle.  As I watched her pull out an enormous red rubber bag
and a long white hose, I realized something equally terrifying
was about to happen.

"Oh, gosh!  That can't be for me, can it?" I was horrified
when I saw the size of everything.  "There's no way!"

I watched in awe as my aunt filled the giant rubber bag with
hot soapy water and hung it on the shower curtain rod, which
sagged under the weight.  It must have held five quarts if it
held one!  Attached was a long, thick hose sporting a nozzle
similar to the one on the douche bulb from the day before.  I
felt my insides tighten up; was it my imagination, or was this
nozzle an awful lot larger than I remembered?

"So," Aunt Margaret said with a big smile, "You know what this
is for, right?  It's just like what we did last night, only
better."

I gulped.  BETTER???

Seeing the stunned look on my face, she laughed.  "We only
cleaned your stinky little bottom last night.  Now we're going
to clean your bottom, your bowels, your belly, everything. 
You're going to be running around in your birthday suit all
day today and I don't want any accidents.  That's why we're
going through all this, okay?"

I licked my lips.  For some reason my mouth was dry as could
be.

"I'll be careful, Aunt Margaret.  I promise I won't make any
more messes.  You don't have to use that."

"After what happened last night?  Oh, yes I do!  By the time
I'm done you'll be completely empty and sparkling clean,
inside and out, and you won't have a worry in the world!"  She
waved the nozzle so close to my face I got cross-eyed.  "It'll
be a little scary at first, but you'll get used to it. 
Eventually you'll learn to love it, I guarantee it.  Really,
it'll be lots of fun.  Here, I want to see something."

I watched with somber curiosity as my aunt spread my legs
apart and held the slick, ivory colored nozzle alongside my
erect twelve year old penis.  I was amazed to see the
similarity in size and shape.  The nozzle was noticeably
larger than my own adolescent member, however.  Quite a bit
longer, in fact.  For a moment I was kind of jealous.  Then my
fear returned.

"Well, lookie here ... it's about the size of a boy's dick,
isn't it?" my aunt said cheerfully.  "Maybe a little bigger. 
How about that!"

Even in my prepubescent naivet‚, I got what she was saying, or
so I thought.  That nozzle was most likely going up my butt.
... was ... she was talking about a boy's dick going up my
butt?  Guys really didn't do that, did they?  What else could
she mean by all that? 

"About the size of a boy's dick ...." My bottom ached as I
repeated those words in my head, and I stared for a long time
at the thing that would soon be inside me.  Why was my bottom
tingling like that?  Maybe Becky and Samantha were right. 
Maybe I really was a faggot.

"Oh, honey, don't look so scared.  Women and girls do this all
the time.  You'll get used to it, I promise."

It was the look in my aunt's eyes that scared me the most.  As
far as she was concerned there was absolutely nothing at all
wrong with what we were about to do, and I knew that no power
on earth could save me from what she promised.

My beautiful Aunt Margaret suddenly shoved me off the toilet,
flipped down the seat and sat.  She then beckoned me to kneel
down on the fuzzy bathmat before her.

"No-o-o," I pleaded hoarsely.  I stared at the phallic nozzle
in her hand.  "Do I have to?  It ... is it going to hurt?"

"A little, maybe," she said.  "But not nearly as much as
another paddling.  And stop that crying!  You'll do as I say,
and you'll enjoy it!  Now get down there!!!"

Shaking with fear, I knelt down and bent over, my bare bottom
high up in the air, my chin resting on my hands.  With my
naked body so contorted and curved, I felt like a cat
stretching after a long lap.  Odd, how this arrangement
positioned me facing the floor length dressing mirror so my
aunt and I could maintain eye contact throughout the
procedure.  I couldn't help but watch as she dipped the thick
tip of that gargantuan nozzle in a jar of petroleum jelly.

"Pretty scary looking, isn't it?" she said sweetly.  I nodded. 
"Don't worry.  Before long the two of you will be the best of
friends.  Now, give me a big smile.  That's a good fairy!"

The next thing I knew something cold and wet was pressing in
between my buttcheeks.  I clenched my muscles tight to keep it
out, but that didn't matter.  Rocking back and forth, pressing
in a bit further each time, the hard slippery nozzle
eventually slid into my anus and deep inside my rectum. 
Funny, it didn't hurt as much as l thought it might, but it
sure took my breath away -- oh, wow, did it ever! 

"Oh, gosh!" I said with a gasp.  "Oh-my-GOSH!!!"

"Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"  I looked up to see my
aunt's face smiling at me through the mirror.  "Are you sure
you haven't done something like this before?  It sure seemed
to go awful easy for you."

Before I could protest she did something with that nozzle, a
little turn or a twist, that sent a not-so-unpleasant-thrill
through my entire body.

"Oh, wow," I thought silently as I forced a wan grin on my
face, "that was kinda ... NICE!"

My aunt continued to work the nozzle around a bit more,
causing me to squirm and jerk about like a puppet on a string.
After a few minutes of this she flicked the little release
valve and -- WHOOSH!!! -- my belly filled with soap and water
before I had the chance to complain about it.  The sensation
was terrifying; my bottom tingled like crazy and my belly
swelled and got heavy and I cried some.  But my aunt refused
to let up, insisting that she had to get rid of all the
"boyish nastiness" inside me.

"You need stay like this for more than just a few minutes,
sweetie," she explained.  I squirmed as she gently slid the
nozzle in and out of my bottom a few more times.  "There,
doesn't that feel good?  Give me another lovely smile.  Come
on ... that's my pretty boy!  Such a pretty smile.  You really
like this, don't you?"

At long last, my aunt finally pulled the nozzle out and told
me to get up.  I  remember standing in front of the bathroom
mirror, looking at the smiling face reflected before me and
feeling confused.  Funny thing about smiling -- even if you're
miserable, the very act of smiling forces you to kinda "feel"
happy, if you know what I mean.  Clenching my butt muscles, I
took a deep breath and sighed, put on my "happy face" and
wondered what was going to happen next. 

In addition to my fake smile, I was fascinated in particular
by my profile.  My poor belly was swollen up, round and full,
like I'd swallowed a small basketball.  I also remember
feeling a weird, alarming pressure in my bottom, like I was
going to have to go to the bathroom any minute.  I was running
my hand over my plump abdomen when suddenly, something really,
really odd occurred to me.

"Auntie Margaret?  My ... my belly ...?"

My aunt smiled at me.  "Yes, sweetie?"

"My belly ... it's so big and it feels funny.  Is ... is this
like being pregnant?" I asked.  Stupid question, I know, but I
sure looked that way in the mirror.  Pregnant, I mean.

She stared at me for a second, blinked, and said, "What?"

I repeated the question.  The second time my question sparked
a great big smile and a gentle laugh.

"Well, not exactly, sweetie." She thought for a second. 
"That's a strange question for a boy your age.  Why are you
asking such a silly thing?"

"Um ... Becky, you know, Linda's little sister?  Well,
yesterday she said ... she said my belly looked fat.  Like I
was pregnant."

"Pregnant?"  My aunt's eyes lit up with interest.  She reached
down and pat my stomach.  "Oh, I see ... Well, maybe.  A
little.  You do have a round little belly, that's for sure. 
It's just that with somebody who's pregnant, there's a baby in
their belly.  You don't think you have a baby in your belly,
do you?"

"Aunt Margaret, no!  I ... I didn't mean I was pregnant.  I
... just wondered if this was what it's like, that's all."

Of course I didn't think I had a baby in my belly!  I was just
thinking about it because of what Becky and Samantha said
yesterday.  I was pretty sure boys couldn't get pregnant, but
after getting a look at myself with a swollen belly, I thought
I had a pretty good idea what a pregnant boy might look like.  

My aunt seemed to enjoy how upset I was about my appearance. 
"A pregnant boy ... I kind of like that idea.  Why should
girls have all the fun, right?"

"It's not funny!" I fumed.

"Well, I think it is.  I think it's hilarious.  You certainly
do look pregnant, now that you mention it.  You like this,
don't you, David?  Having your bottom played with, and then
getting a fat little belly?" My aunt pulled my chin up and
looked me in the eye.  "You DO know how girls get pregnant,
right?  By having sex with boys ... um, you didn't let some
little boy poke you with his penis, did you?"

"No, Aunt Margaret!  Ew!"

I felt my face turn red as I thought about Christopher fat,
silky penis in between my hands and Brandon's little brown
dick bumping me on the nose.  I didn't dare look my aunt in
the eye.  Everything was so confusing right now, I didn't know
what to think.  I gazed down at my plump belly as I sat back
down on the toilet.  Fascinating.

I hated sitting on the toilet and emptying myself out like
that in front of my aunt, but I couldn't help it.  She
wouldn't leave and there was no way I could keep from going. 
I felt so ashamed, so dirty, as all that "stuff" kept coming
out of me.  It didn't seem to bother my aunt, though.  

"Feel better, sweetie?  Good, 'cause we need to do it all over
again."  

My heart dropped as Aunt Margaret waved the douche nozzle in
front of my face.  I remember her humming cheerfully as she
refilled that huge rubber bag.  It was with a sense of
complete surrender that I dropped to my hands and knees and
pointed my bare butt up in the air.  I was so worn out, I
didn't even cry once as my aunt repeated the whole process
over and over again until I was, in her words "sparkling
clean, inside and out!"  

To be honest, getting douched actually got easier each we did
it, and I felt a lot better when I realized I wasn't dirty any
longer.  Still, the entire time I sat on the toilet I hid my
face in my hands and prayed for mercy.  I was so tired, I was
ready to go back to bed for a nap.  That didn't happen, of
course.  The day was young and I was ordered to fill the sink
with hot soapy water and give myself a quick sponge bath.  

"Do a good job, or I'll do it myself," I was warned.

Standing naked before the vanity, I did as I was told, washing
everything from my face on down to my feet using a thick,
heavy washcloth and plenty of soap and water.  The morning air
was cool and I would have preferred a shower or maybe a real
bath, but I was told we'd wasted too much time douching. 
Ironically, the last thing I washed was my privates and my
butt, which I was confident were clean as a whistle.

"Such a pretty little boy," my aunt said, giving me the once
over with her ever piercing eyes.  Standing naked before her,
I felt transparent, exposed.  "So nice and neat, in your
pretty birthday suit.  You forgot one important thing,
though."

I knew without looking what she was talking about.  It was my
erection.  Yes, I knew what Nana said about "getting rid of
it," but I just didn't know what to do about it.  Not that
early in the morning, I mean.

"David, sweetie, you just cannot go downstairs looking like
that.  You heard what your grandmother said.  And I must say,
I have to agree.  You are so pretty, so adorable, you'd make
the perfect little fairy ... except for that silly little
thing sticking out front.  Now, are you going to do something
about it, or do I need to do it for you?"

I swallowed.  "What ... do I ... am I supposed to do?"

Aunt Margaret smiled and shook her head.  "You need" -- she
reached down and gave the tip of my penis a hard TUG!!! -- "to
GET RID of it!"

I started crying again.  "That's why I need my pants!" I
fussed.  "So people won't see me down there!"

"No, silly boy, you got it backwards.  That's the reason we
took your pants away in the first place; so you can't hide
those ugly little erections any longer!  I'm warning you,
sweetie, you show up looking like that and Nana will tan your
hide.  The way you're acting, I'm tempted to do it myself!"

Well, to make a long story short, I ended up jerking off in
front of my aunt again.  I didn't know what else to do.  I
tried my best to "think" my erection away, but the more I
thought, the harder it got.   And I was afraid if I didn't do
it, it might be gotten done for me, and I sure as heck didn't
want that!  Pressed to do something, I found myself sitting on
the fuzzy toilet seat cover with my shiny pink penis in my
hands.  

"Do it," she ordered.  "Do it, or I'll get the hairbrush and
paddle your little behind until you can't sit down!"

Imagine being twelve years old, totally naked and having to
masturbate while someone in your family, your mother or a
sister or an aunt, perhaps, parades around  in her bra, slip
and girdle.  Imagine her standing at the vanity putting on
makeup and fixing her hair, looking at you through the mirror
and laughing as you shyly massage your erect penis.  Now
imagine her saying all sorts of embarrassing stuff like:

"Oh, David, don't be such a big baby!  You act like you're
afraid to touch it.  Don't be that way, sweetie.  Most boys
your age are experts.  I'm sure Christopher or Brandon could
teach you all about it."

"No, Aunt Margaret!!!  Yuck!"

"Or maybe they already have."  My aunt shot me a very
dramatic, suspicious look.  "What about it, little fairy?  The
girls said you did some naughty things with your little fairy
friends.  I thought they were just teasing, but now I'm not so
sure."

"No-o-o ... Aunt Margaret, please, don't ....." I moaned
shamefully.  Why couldn't she just shut up!?

"Is this what you and Christopher were doing when the girls
caught you skinnydipping last week?  Were you jerking each
other off?  Why else would two boys get naked with each
other?"

I covered my face with my hands, I was so ashamed.  "That's
... that's not ... what happened ...."

"Don't you dare stop!  Did I say you could stop?  Get back to
work!"

Lowering my hands, I gasped for air as I continued to
masturbate.  

"Now, while you're doing that," Aunt Margaret insisted, "tell
me what happened between you and Christopher."

"They ... the girls made us ...." I whined.

My aunt made a frowny face.  "I find that difficult to
believe.  Why would they do such a thing?  I think you're the
one who's been lying.  Maybe I ought to believe the girls. 
Maybe you really were playing around with that little Negro
boy yesterday.  I bet he's really good at jerking off.  Did he
teach you how to jack off?  Tell the truth, now.  You haven't
been keeping secrets from me?  You know my rule about secrets
and lying."

"No!" I sobbed.  "I'm telling the truth.  You're being mean to
me!"

"Don't be silly!  You're the one who started all this, running
around with your bare butt showing and playing naughty, dirty
games with your nasty little boyfriends.  We're going to find
out the truth, so you might as well 'fess up!  Do I need to
wake up the girls?"

The look on her face, combined with those awful things she
said, it was all too much.  I felt faint and lost control over
my body and squirted handfuls of white, pearly goo on my hands
and my legs and the tile floor.    

"Don't stop jerking off," admonished my aunt.  "Did I say for
you to stop?  Keep going until you do it again.  I know all
about little boys.  Give you five minutes and you'll be
sticking out again.  If Nana sees you like that you'll be
hurting for a long time."

Tears streaming down my face, I nodded and did as I was told.

"Oh, stop crying and smile, sweetie.  This is supposed to be
fun, right?  Just pretend you're having fun with your little
boyfriends.  Come on, smile for me or I'll get Nana's
hairbrush.  Do you want to go naked the rest of the summer? 
There, now that's a nice smile.  Such a pretty, pretty boy!"  

My Aunt Margaret was merciful once I climaxed the second time. 
Thank goodness.  The sun hadn't even come up and I was already
worn to a frazzle.  

"That ought to keep things calm for a while," said my aunt. 
"Now, here, get a cloth and wipe up the little mess you made."

Man, did I ever feel sorry for myself!  Okay, maybe I could
have done something about it.  Maybe I could have begged for
mercy, run away, fought back, something.  But I didn't.  And I
couldn't.  Begging didn't do any good and I sure as heck
didn't have any place to go.  Besides, all my clothes --
everything I owned, in fact! -- was locked in my room; what
was I supposed to do, run away bare naked and hitchhike all
the way home in my birthday suit?

"This isn't right," I whined as I scrubbed the bathroom floor. 
"It's not right and it's not fair!  I bet none of the other
guys have to do stuff like this!"

"Maybe they ought," Aunt Margaret chided.  "I can arrange for
that to happen if you like.  How about I go call Chris' mom
and tell her what's been going on?  I bet she'd let me have a
whack at him!  As a matter of fact, I bet she'd let him come
over here right now and help you clean up this little mess you
made!  How would you like that?"

For an instant I imagined Christopher helping me.  I tried
blocking him out of my mind, but I could easily see him naked
and kneeling next to me, helping me clean up my mess.  Or
would I be cleaning up HIS mess?  I felt bad thinking of him
that way, but under the circumstances it only made sense.  

When I was done I stood before my aunt one more time for
inspection.  This time I got caught because of my dirty ears. 
Aunt Margaret was brutal with the cotton swabs and I swore I'd
never let that happen again.  

"This is the last of our dirty boy," my aunt said as she
scraped grime from inside my ear.  "No more nasty, filthy boy
here.  Instead I've got me a very pretty pretend fairy.  Now,
little fairy, if you'll just help clean up your utensils here,
we'll be done."

I can't tell you the feeling I experienced when Aunt Margaret
gave me her douche bag to wash.  My douche bag.  Whatever.  At
first I just froze, standing there with that huge rubber bag
in one hand and that nasty nozzle in the other.  Knowing what
this stuff was used for put a shiver down my spine.  

"Use plenty of soap and water," I was ordered.  "You want your
new little friend all nice and clean for next time, right?"

"I guess," I said somberly. 

Once everything was scrubbed clean, dried and put away I was
drug back to my grandmother's bedroom.  The dreaded hairbrush
was produced and run through my longish locks.  The end result
was kinda goofy, with some teasing and fluffing and a crop of
bangs being produced where there shouldn't be any.  After
prancing around with flowers in my tresses looking all girlie
the day before, I was pretty happy that was all my aunt did
with me. 

"After you're done with your chores we'll do your hair up
right," I was told.   "We want to look nice for our visitors,
don't we?  Won't that be fun?  Oh, wait a minute, we can't
forget this, can we?"

I stood silently as the little fairy pendant was produced and
draped around my neck.  Oh, that looks just great, I thought
sullenly.  Just great.

"Um, do I really have to wear that ...?"

My aunt winked at me.  "Of course!  Nana likes you wearing her
old necklace.  And no wonder!  Look at how cute you look! 
Maybe later we can fix you up with some more jewelry.  When we
do your hair, perhaps.  Oh, don't be such a pouty face, David. 
You'll be the prettiest fairy around.  I promise."

You can imagine my enthusiasm, I'm sure.


Chapter Twenty-Six   A Fairy's Work is Never Done

As soon as I entered the kitchen I was examined and inspected
by my grandmother, who was elated with what my aunt had done
with me.  

"My pretty little fairy," Nana said sweetly.  "Oh, David, just
look at you!  All fresh and clean and ready for a day of fun! 
And your pretty hair looks so sweet!"

"Yes, ma'am," I whispered.

Aunt Margaret laughed.  "Oh, he's clean as a whistle, all
right.  Inside and out!"

I winced as my aunt smile a smile that reminded me all too
much of my cruel cousins.  Imagine my expression when my
grandmother smiled back in exactly the same way.  

"I can see that.  And no ugly weenie sticking out and ruining
our pretty fairy's looks, either.  Now isn't he a cutie,
Margaret?"

"The cutest I've ever seen, Nana," agreed my aunt.  I noticed
her give my grandmother a little nudge.  "Mother, dear, aren't
you forgetting something?"

"Forgetting something ...."

"Don't you have something for your grandson to wear?"

"Oh, my, yes!" my grandmother suddenly said.  I felt my
stomach churn as she gave me the weirdest smile.  "I'll be
right back, sweetie. I've got something special in the sewing
room for you.   I cannot believe I forgot all about that"

Nana left in a hurry, abandoning me to the smirking gaze of
her daughter.  Aunt Margaret calmly sipped her coffee while I
stood before her and squirmed like ... well, I squirmed like
any other twelve year old boy would when trapped stark naked
by an unpredictable woman.

"You're going to love this," she said.  "Well, no.  Actually,
knowing you, you'll hate it.  At first.  But you'll eventually
learn to love it.  It's so ... well, it's so YOU!"

"I doubt it," I sniffed.  My aunt just laughed.

Within a couple of minutes Nana returned with something pink
and white and sparkling stretched between her hands.  The look
on her face was a mixture of pride and mischief.  I'd seen it
before on the faces of her granddaughters.  

"Well, what do you think, David, sweetie?  Isn't this about
right?"

My jaw dropped and, well, I almost peed myself when I realized
what I was looking at.

It ... it's ... wings!" I gasped, partly out of fear and
partly out of surprise.  "It's ... fairy wings!" 

 Indeed, the object my grandmother presented to me was a life-
sized pair of gossamer thin wings.  Well, two pairs of wings,
actually, one pink and one white.  They were obviously taken
from some sort of children's costume.   I literally could not
believe my eyes.

"Of course they're fairy wings, silly boy!  What other kind of
wings did you expect?"

"I didn't expect ANY wings," I said.  I had to struggle to
control my voice.

"I'm impressed he recognized them so quickly," Aunt Margaret
said with more than a note of sarcasm.  "He doesn't seem too
happy with your present, Nana."

I felt weak all over as I tried to imagine what this bizarre
thing had to do with me.  "These ... these aren't for me ...
are they?"

My aunt rolled her eyes at me.  "Well, what do YOU think?"

My mouth went dry.  "You ... you all don't really ... I don't
have to wear that ... those, do I?"

My grandmother looked annoyed.  Setting the white wings down
on the table, she held the pink ones up against my bare skin
as if comparing their color or something.  

"Of course you do!   I worked all night on these."

"Long after you went to bed," my aunt interjected.

Nana nodded.  "That's right.  While you were sleeping!  So
don't be ungrateful!  After all the work I put into these,
you're going to wear them, all right, and you're going to love
it!"

I tried to swallow but had little success.  "Couldn't I just
have a pair of pants instead?"

Nana ignored my remark.  I glanced at Aunt Margaret, who said
nothing else.  Her smile, of course, spoke volumes.

"I really like the pink, Nana.  David looks good in pink."

My grandmother nodded thoughtfully.  "He certainly does.  It's
too be he's a boy.  Think of all the pretty pink clothes he
could wear if he were a girl.  Then again, we have enough
girls around here.  Oh, well, I guess we'll have to settle for
a pair of wings."

"So, what do you think of your pretty new wings, David?"  My
aunt gave me a stern look.  "Say something nice."

I must admit, those silly wings were, well, quite beautiful,
to be honest about it.  I mean, as ignorant about sewing as I
was, even I was impressed with how much work went into them. 
They were made of some sort of silky gauze-like material sewn
on a stout wire frame.  Dozens of rhinestones and sequins were
sewn into the material, as were several pleats, which created
a shimmering effect that even a despondent twelve year old boy
could appreciate.

"You, um, actually made these?"  I touched one of the wings,
just for an instant.  For some reason my mouth was extra dry. 
"You, uh, shouldn't have, Nana ... I guess ...."

"Oh, it was no problem, sweetie.  The first set were the
hardest," Nana explained as though I gave a care.  "I just
used a pattern from a cute little fairy costume we put
together one Halloween for the girls.  I had some material
left over from an angel costume project.  From there on it was
pretty easy."

My eyes darted to the second pair laying on the kitchen table.

"Um, why two sets, Nana?"  

"For your playmates, of course!" My grandmother's eyes lit up
as she proudly held both sets up for me to see.  "I mean,
really, sweetheart, if you're going to play fairies with your
little friends you don't want to be the only one with wings,
do you?  That would be selfish."

I was too embarrassed to say anything.  Instead, I did what I
do best ... I kept my mouth shut.

"I started on a third set but ran out of time.  It won't take
much to finish," she said with a grin.  "If the occasion
arises."

I watched in silence as she put down the white set and
motioned for me to come closer.

"Let's see what this looks like on you," Nana said, holding
out the pink wings.  "Come on ... it'll be fun."

"I guess," I whispered softly, "I guess I'm going to wear
these?  This afternoon?  At ... at your party?"

Nana nodded.  "That's right, sweetie.  I need a little fairy
maid to help entertain my guests, and you're it.  I thought
you might go ahead and put them on for awhile and get used to
them."

"But, Nana, I can't wear this!  It's ... so ... so ...."  I
couldn't think of the word to describe how I felt about that
awful piece of clothing.  If you could call it clothing. 
"It's so sissy looking!"

"Oh, of course it's sissy looking.  And that's why YOU can
wear it," my grandmother said with a smile.  "After all this
talk about fairies and acting like a sissy, I decided 'Why
not?'  If you're going to be my little fairy maid, you ought
to dress the part.  You still have to go bare butt for the
rest of the week, but we can make an exception for today. 
I'll just add another day to your sentence, all right?  All
right!"

I nodded.  I then took a deep breath.  "And if I don't want
to?"

My grandmother smiled.  "You'll want to do it anyway.  Your
butt will burn like fire and you'll go without any clothes the
remainder of the summer if you put up any argument.  But
you'll do it anyway.  You know me, sweetie, we can either do
this the easy way or the hard way.  It's completely up to
you."

I nodded.  It was just for one day.  I could do that.  Or so I
thought.

"Okay," I said softly.  "I'll do it, Nana.  And I'll be good."

"I know you will, sweetie. You'll be just fine."

Putting on my new wings was a simple matter of slipping my
arms through a pair of pale pink ribbon loops and then
standing still as Nana pulled them tight.  A third loop of
ribbon was wrapped around my nude waist and likewise pulled
snug.  The knots were in the back, of course.  Short of
getting a pair of scissors I couldn't have taken the darned
thing off if I tried.  I felt like a damned fool, but the end
result pleased my family.  It was as though I'd finally done
something right.

"You look very nice, sweetie," my Aunt Margaret said.  I
shivered as she slid her hand under the little fairy pendant I
wore.  "You look just like your little friend here," she said
softly.  

"Walk around in a circle," Nana ordered.  "I want to see if
your new wings will stay on."

Sighing loudly, I did as I was told.  I felt like a total
idiot, parading before two adult women wearing nothing more
than a pair of fairy wings.  I expected a burst of laughter,
but instead I was greeted with appreciative silence.  

"Do it again," my grandmother said when I was done.  The look
on her face was one of gratification.

I started to protest, but decided to keep my mouth shut.  Nana
and Aunt Margaret seemed curiously happy about something.  As
I made no less than a dozen circles in the middle of the room
I realized what they were looking at.  While my new wings were
barely as wide as my shoulders, they had the most annoying
habit of actually "fluttering" as I walked about.  Once I
realized what was happening, it drove me crazy, all that
flapping back and forth.  Talk about irritating!

"Oh, this is just GREAT!" I thought to myself.  "Just like a
stupid giant butterfly!"

"I think we've found your look, David, sweetie," my Aunt
Margaret said.  There was no sarcasm in her voice this time. 
And the expression on her face appeared just as serious.  

"We should have done this a long time ago," Nana replied. 
"Think of how much fun we could have had when he was little."

My aunt nodded.  "We've got all summer.  We'll make up for
it," she said in a tone of voice that sent shivers down my
spine.  "I can't wait to see him with one of his little fairy
friends, the both of them with their bare bottoms and their
little fairy wings, running around the yard playing their
little fairy games."

"How long do I have to wear this?" I asked.  I gave a sad sigh
as I pretty well knew the answer to that.

"Until I say otherwise," my grandmother snapped.  "Stop
whining so much!  I swear, you act like you're just miserable! 
If you don't straighten up soon I may have to do something
drastic!"

DRASTIC???  What could be more drastic than keeping your
twelve year old grandson in his birthday suit twenty-four
hours a day and beating his bare butt every time you turn
around?  What could be more drastic than dressing him up as
some sort of naked fairy and threatening to show him of to a
bunch of old ladies?  What in the world could be more drastic
than any of that???

That's what I thought to myself, of course.  I didn't dare say
a word out loud.  I didn't want to find out the answer.

I felt like a little kid as Nana tugged and pulled at my new
wings until they suited her.  I bit my lip as nimble fingers
touched my bare skin here and there, causing me to blush like
there was no tomorrow.

"There, that's much better."  Nana cupped the little fairy
pendant in her hand, stared at it and then at me ... and then
she sighed.  "Now, put a big smile and come with me, my little
fairy.  You've got chores to do!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Those first few hours in my new wings were as humiliating for
me as they were hilarious for my grandmother and my aunt.  I
won't say I ever got used to wearing those stupid wings,
'cause I didn't.  If anything they enhanced the shame and
embarrassment of every single thing I did that morning.

I was highly discouraged to find I'd been drafted into helping
prepare breakfast.  It was light, cereal, juice and fruit,
perfect for a hot summer morning, but it meant more work for
me.  Dressed in my freshly bathed birthday suit and those
silly silken wings, I set the table, cut the fruit and even
poured the coffee for my captors.   I was so ashamed, but
there was nothing I could do.  I mean, I was just a little
kid, remember?

"Stupid fairy maid!  I sure feel like somebody's stupid maid,"
I thought sadly to myself.  I bristled as the edge of one of
my wings ticked the top of my bare butt.  "A stupid, prissy
little faggot maid!"

After all my belly had already endured that morning (my
morning douche, remember??) I wasn't very hungry, but I sat
down while the adults ate and sipped at a glass of juice.  At
least when I was at the table nobody could see my bare butt. 
Afterward I cleared everything away and did the dishes, all
while still in the nude.  

"Sweetie-pie," my Aunt Margaret said in a voice that would
melted butter, "you look so adorable, doing your chores in
your little fairy maid costume.  Aren't you glad we came up
with this?  Isn't it fun?"

I watched helplessly as she took a final sip of her coffee and
then handed it to me to wash.  I wanted to scream bloody
murder, but instead I forced a sour grin and nodded my head.  

"Yes, ma'am," I said weakly.  "It's loads of fun."

My aunt looked at me with bright laughing eyes.  "I wondered
what you'd say," she said with a girlish giggle.  "Good
answer, little fairy."

When I was done with my dishes Nana called me into the laundry
room.  There I found a humongous pile of clothes on the floor.

"Here you go, sweetie.  These all need to be sorted, washed,
dried, ironed and put away."

I was stunned!  I mean, I never dreamed there was so much
laundry.  The darned pile was knee-high, it was so big.  And
here I was, tired enough to take a nap, and I was expected to
take care of all this???

"Nana ...  you mean I gotta wash ... all ... all those?  By
myself?"

Nana swatted me on the butt.  "Yes, all of those!  And, yes,
by yourself.  What did you expect, silly boy?  I told you
yesterday there was a lot of laundry to do.  That's what you
get for making a mess on my dress!"

I felt my face burn bright red.  "I ... I'm sorry about that,
Nana."

"I'm sure you are," my grandmother said with a grin.  "There
better not be a repeat of that today.  Not unless you want
your little butt warmed."

I felt an awful shiver from deep inside my bottom; I thought
how Aunt Margaret had been poking up in there only a short
while before and how horrible that made me feel.  Well, at
least my butt was clean.  The last thing I needed was somebody
whacking on it with a hairbrush or a switch.

My grandmother wasn't done with me.  "You've got a lot of work
to do, so you better get busy.  I had the girls bring me all
of their stuff, too, so you'd have several loads.  Don't
worry, it's not that complicated.  I'll show you what to do."

"All of this laundry by myself?" I whined.  "That's not fair!"
 
"So what?  It's no big deal.  Just don't take all morning. 
Besides doing laundry like you promised, I want you to help
clean the house, remember?  There's dusting and vacuuming, and
somebody's got to help me fix snacks and set up the buffet."

I stared at her like she was crazy.  "Clean the ... house?  A
... a b-b-buffet?"

Nana nodded.  "Oh, and I need you to do some work in the
garden before the ladies show up, so you'd best get moving."

I forced myself to calm down before I said anything else.  It
wasn't easy, but I did it.

"Uh, Nana, since we're having company, when do I get to put on
some clothes?"

"No, no clothes, not for a couple of more days.  You're being
punished, remember?"

"But, that's not fair!  You can't make me go naked in front of
other people!"

Nana sighed.  "I most certainly can.  AND I most certainly
will.  Besides, you're not completely naked.  You're wearing
your new wings!"

I felt my stomach fall a thousand feet.

"B-b-but ..." I started sobbing, "that ... that doesn't count! 
It's not fair!"

"Who said anything about being fair?  You are the child and I
am the adult, so you do as I say.  Besides, your room is still
locked up.  We can't get you anything else to wear if we
wanted."

"You can't treat me this way!" I fussed.

"I beg to differ!  I can treat you any way I want, young man!"
my grandmother growled.  For some reason her voice frightened
me.  "I'd remember who's in charge here if I were you!"

I knew I was only making things worse by arguing, but I
couldn't help it.  I was mad and scared and I wanted somebody
to know it!

"It's not fair!" I cried in vain.  "You're being mean to me!"

Nana smiled at me.  It wasn't a very pleasant smile, more of a
grimace, in fact.  The kind that makes you regret getting up
in the morning.  

"So, little man, I'm being mean, am I?  Is that what you
think?  That I'm just a big ol' meanie?  Sweetie, I haven't
even begun to be mean yet, have I, Margaret?"

My aunt stepped into the laundry room, obviously concerned by
all the shouting.  "David, hush your mouth?  What's gotten
into you?"

I sniffed back my running nose.  "You all are being mean to
me.  All these chores, running around naked.  It's not
fair!!!"

"I don't know what he's talking about, Mother.  If anything,
you've been too nice to him.  I guess you just spoiled him."  

Nana nodded her head.  "You're right, Margaret.  That's what I
get for being nice.  My grandson has turned into a spoiled
brat.  Well, just for that, little mister, you bought yourself
the rest of the week with no clothes.  I'm not even going to
bother calling the locksmith until after next Monday.  That's,
let's see, today's Sunday, so that's eight more days. 
Perfect!"  My grandmother gave me a sly wink.  "You can just
wear your birthday suit instead."

"The rest of the week??? Nana, no!!!"

"And a paddlin' every morning, too, now that I think about it. 
Keep it up, why don't you?  Say one more thing and I'll have
no problems at all running your little bare bottom around the
house the rest of the summer, too!  Say just one more word and
you'll find out just how mean I can be."

"And you don't want that," warned my aunt.  I hated that
smarty pants grin she always wore.

Afraid to even say "Yes, ma'am" I just nodded my head and
stood there and cried.  

"Don't just stand there blubbering like a little baby!" Nana
snapped.  "Get to work on that laundry."

Helpless and discouraged, I knelt over the huge pile of
clothes and began sorting through everything, salty tears
burning my eyes and staining my cheeks.  I must have made
quite a sight, doing laundry in my birthday suit and my new
fairy wings.

"Good boy!" Nana said.  She pat me on the head on the way out
the door.  I refrained from biting her on the ankle.

Just as I thought, my latest chore took forever.  It was
extremely depressing to handle all those clothes and not have
a single thing to wear.  The problem was that none of my
clothes were in the pile, not single stitch!  Besides some
regular clothes belonging my cousins and my aunt and
grandmother, it was mostly feminine underthings, brassieres,
panties, slips and some stuff I couldn't even identify. 
Holding up a huge white panty girdle -- belonging to Nana,
judging from the enormous size of it -- I never felt more
confused in my life!

"Ew!" I thought with disgust.  "I wonder what would happen if
I put this ugly thing on?  Yuck!  Why am I even thinking about
doing such a thing?"

As much as I hated running around my family with my bare butt
showing, I couldn't have put that weird garment on if I
wanted.  Nana would have most probably beat my butt, maybe
worse.  Exactly how much worse I couldn't imagine, since I
faced the inevitability of going naked the remainder of the
week.  Well, naked with my stupid wings!

"And today's only Sunday," I worried silently.  "That means
five more days with no pants!  And a spanking every day, too! 
Holy cow!"

You can imagine the desperation I felt in such a situation. 
Faced with the prospect of waiting on a room full of old
ladies dressed like a stupid naked fairy, I'd have given a
million dollars for something to wear that day.  Holding up
one of my cousin's dresses, I thought for an instant what
Becky had said about putting me in girls' clothes:  "All you
need is a little lipstick and a nice dress, then you'd be all
set!"  

I wondered what Nana and Aunt Margaret might think of seeing
me in a dress.

"Probably not a good idea, either," I whispered sadly.  "Nana
might like me that way.  I know Aunt Margaret would.  Shoot,
they might make me wear girls' stuff the rest of the summer. 
That'd be even worse than running around in my birthday
suit!!"

As the morning progressed the sky got a little brighter
outside, but the rain refused to give up.  I was hoping to get
the laundry done before my cousins woke up and saw me doing my
new chores, but as usual, things just didn't work out my way. 
I was in the laundry room scrubbing away at a sink full of
panties when a familiar silhouette filled the doorway.  It was
Pam, clad in little more than her nylons and a slip. 

"Hey, naked boy!  Are you having fun?  "

"No!  I'm NOT having fun!  Go away and leave me alone!"

"Funny, a naked boy and a handful of panties?  Sure looks to
me like somebody's having fun."  

As I fiddled with the laundry I tried hiding my wings behind
me, but it was a vain effort.  Pam saw what I was doing and
busted out laughing.

"Oh my gosh!  Are those fairy wings???  I can't believe it!!! 
You've turned into a real live fairy!"  She got a really evil
smile on her face.  "Sheila, quick!  You gotta see this! 
David's still naked!  Not only that, he's playing with our
panties!  And best yet, he's sprouted wings!!!"

"I am NOT playing with anybody's panties!!!"  I fussed.  "I'm
doing laundry!"

"David's still naked?  And he's touching our panties?  Ew!!!" 
My older cousin showed up with a huge grin on her face.  "Hmmm
... hi, fairy boy.  Nice wings!"

"Go away!" I shouted.

"How do you like playing with our panties?  You little perve." 


Sheila tossed her blond hair over her shoulder and made a big
show of looking me up and down.  

"You know, after seeing him in action with his pretty fairy
wings and his pretty fairy necklace and all, playing with
panties kinda makes sense ... for a pretty FAIRY BOY!!!"

Pam turned and yelled toward the kitchen, "Nana!  Fairy
David's naked and he's playing with our panties!  Make him
stop!"

"David!" my grandmother called from the other room, "you're
supposed to wash them, not play with them!  Do you want
another whippin'?"

"See what you did?" I whispered.  I reached around and
scratched my bottom where my wings kept tickling me.  "You're
getting me in trouble with Nana!  She's gonna beat my butt
'cause of you!"

Pam grinned.  "So?  Who cares? I hope she beats your butt
every day.  In fact, I hope she makes you go naked every day,
too.  Then you can be our little fairy slave forever, and I'll
just laugh and laugh and laugh.  Yep, that would suit me just
fine!"

I started crying again.  "That's awful!  How can you be so
mean?"

"She's not mean, you stupid brat," said Sheila.  I made a
little "yelp!" as she reached down and flicked my penis with
her fingernail.  "She's acting.  I'm actually very nice, too. 
You should consider yourself lucky.  We don't let just anybody
play with our underwear.  Most boys would love the chance to
play with our panties."  She shot me a flirtatious glance. 
"See anything you like, li'l cousin?  If you ask nicely I'm
sure Nana will let you wear something pretty."

"Leave me alone!" I pulled away as she flicked my poor penis
again.  It wasn't just the pain that made me cry; I was
terrified of getting another erection and all the grief that
would bring me.

The truth was that my cousins, indeed, looked very attractive
in their slips and underthings, a fact I found most
intimidating.  They also had a wonderful time watching me
serve breakfast and making fun of me while I did my housework. 
And frankly, I can't say I blame them.  If there is a more
ridiculous sight than a naked twelve year old boy serving
breakfast to a pair of beautiful teenaged girls in their
lingerie, it's probably the same naked boy wandering around
the house with a feather duster in one hand and pushing a
vacuum cleaner with the other.  Needless to say, this wasn't
exactly the way I expected to spend my summer vacation.

"You make a great fairy maid, David," teased Pam.  She twirled
her dark hair thoughtfully and sighed.  "You've got the bare
butt and the wings, all you need now is a cute little apron!"

"And a pair of high heels!" added her sister.

I blushed hotly as the two girls giggled wildly.  "Aren't
things bad enough?" I thought to myself.  I tried to lose
myself in the huge pile of dirty dishes I was washing at the
time.  

Pam, of course, had to push the matter.  "Don't you think
that's a good idea, Mom?  Get a little apron and some high
heels for David's fairy maid costume?"

"An apron and high heels, hmmm?  That sounds rather
appropriate," Aunt Margaret agreed.  "And with his new wings,
he'd be the perfect fairy maid.!"

"Aunt Margaret!  That's stupid!!!" I cried. "I'm not wearing
some dumb ol' apron and I ain't wearing no girls' shoes
neither!"

"Oh, David, don't be such a fuddy-duddy.  You WILL wear
whatever I tell you to wear.  It's not like you have a choice,
sweetie pie."  My aunt stared at me for a second and then
turned to Pam.  "You know, an apron would kinda be cute.  I
think we can arrange that."

I watched in disbelief as my aunt suddenly left the room like
a woman on a mission.

"Aunt Margaret, no ...!"

"This is going to be great!" quipped Sheila.  "Naked Davy's
going to be our little fairy maid!"

I bit my tongue.  I wanted oh, so bad to tell my cousin to go
to hell, but I knew better than to start an argument that I
already knew I was going to lose.  Don't ask me how I knew it,
but I did.  

Boy, oh, boy ... it just wasn't my day!!!

(continued in part 4B)