Standing back in the guest bedroom of the Mauro residence Blake sat down on the edge of the bed, his bare legs pressed together as he hunched forward with his face pressed into his palms. "I'm done, I'm done, I can't, I can't, I'm done... I can't," he chanted to himself. The fashion show he was putting on had come to an end. The nightie and bunny slippers were still on his body as he thought about his options. David had asked him if he wanted to watch a movie or play video games up in his room and his mother had offered to help him break in the white heels that he now owned when he was prancing around showing off the dresses he shouldn't now own. The straw that broke him was the offer to play video games with David. An offer that sounded innocent, but he had seen the teen adjust himself and that had drawn his eye to the teen's crotch where he saw the bulge. There was no sign of a stain or wet spot from what happened at the theater, but seeing David turned on by him in the nightie, one that hardly covered his panties was the breaking point.
"Hey," Lizbeth said sitting down next to Blake who seemed to be panicking for some unknown reason. She had talked him down earlier in the bathroom and nothing major had happened since then. She thought he would jump at the chance to beat up David in some video games or at least try. Putting one arm around her little king's shoulder and the other on his smooth exposed thigh, she gave him a light side hug. "It's okay, you just have to make it through tonight if everything goes right. You don't even have to go downstairs, I can tell them you aren't feeling well and need to rest. Does that sound okay?" she added gently, her boyfriend very much looking like a young teen girl that she needed to protect.
"Liz, this has to stop. I'm not a girl, not a teen and not your doll," he said, pulling his hands away from his face.
With a heavy sigh Lizbeth nodded, she knew off of that and didn't think she was one of those sociopaths that didn't have empathy and knew she got carried away in her own enjoyment. The fact he played along by telling her about the movie date with David as if he really was a teen girl had really turned her on, but she supposed that would have to do and she needed to accept this needed to be over. "I get it, I do. Let me make a few phone calls to see where you can stay and if you want I can go over to your parents place tonight to see about getting you a change of clothes. You can rest here, just one night so we can get through this together."
Things felt more than a little pent up inside of Blake. When he was in front of Heather or David or the any number of people when he was out, he felt so small. He was afraid at any moment someone was going to point out the truth and somehow it never happening felt nearly as bad. He was a man and was really not feeling like it at the second. Blake thought of his uncle Abraham who was tall, had broad shoulders and a body that had been forged from regular gym trips. 'Uncle Abe would never be thought of as a girl.' Blake thought to himself, wishing he had disciplined himself enough to go to the gym on the regular. Back when he was just a freshman in highschool he hadn't even made it to five foot four yet and had begged his parents to get him a gym membership so that he could bulk up. He had passed if off as wanting to be healthier and get in shape in order to try out for some sports, but he may have used the membership a handful of times before it had been forgotten. Blake knew he shouldn't blame himself for how he looked, but he couldn't help listening to that quiet voice in his mind that said it was his own fault. How he was currently dressed though, that he could at least put the blame where it was deserved, right at girlfriend Lizbeth Haley's feet. "No," Blake said firmly.
"No? What do you mean?" She was confused by the response.
Brushing the hand from his shoulder Blake stood up, turning to face the blue eyed girl. "I said no. As in we aren't going to do that, heck you should have been making phone calls instead of treating me like a doll to have a little dress up party. And why do you have to go and get more clothes from my house? I'm just going to put on my clothes, some cargo shorts and a t-shirt and I will just go home. I climb out the window if I have to, but I'm going home. No more babysitting nonsense, no more dresses. I'm just done, I don't even care if my parents ground me," he could see the look on Liz's face change from one of perplexion to upset and then to down right anger, but he didn't care anymore. He was an adult man and was standing here in a bra, pantie, satin nightgown and freaking bunny slippers. "No liz, I don't care what that woman and her child think, I'm just done."
Lizbeth felt furious, that he was willing to damage her reputation and talk so casually about it like it didn't matter. She had texted one of her friends about finding Blake a place to crash, but they were off enjoying their summer and not home. As mad as she was, she also had to confess to Blake why he didn't actually have any clothes here anymore. "No need for you to climb out the window, we are on the second floor," she could just see Blake falling down and having to be taken to the hospital, making everything just worse. "I can sneak you out and take you home, but..." She did her best to keep her voice even and not rip into him for not caring about how this would also affect her life. Falling off the roof was one way for things to get worse, her yelling at him, and the Mauro's coming up to see what was going on would be another. "I also may have messed up and hid your backpack."
"Where!?"
"In a trash bag and put it outside just in case..." She was still angry, but knew she had messed up and most of the rage inside her burned away as she had to admit to losing his clothes.
"So go, get, them," Blake said trying to make his voice sound deeper than it was like it would give him more authority.
"Can't... bag isn't there anymore."
"I can't believe you would do this to me, such a bi... you had no right," he said holding himself back from fully committing to the insult that started to come out as his anger took the lead in what he was saying instead of his brain.
"Blake, I would change things if I could, I would change so much! Here we are though, so if I'm not calling my friends and taking you home, then we need to get you changed so I can sneak you out the door. " she said the fire inside of her was flaring up, knowing exactly what Blake was about to call her. 'None of this would have even happened if he just didn't show up here when I told him not to!'
The pair, still angry with one another, prepared to leave, Blake having to change out of the purple nightie. He traded the magic bra for a simpler red one and while his mind was full of complaints he kept it to himself.'Another bra! Just one last girly outfit and I will be done with this... F this.' He thought before donning yet another dress, this one a denim jumper that made him feel once more like an adolescent, it was paired with the same girly rounded toe flats he had on earlier in the day. He had to wear this to get out of the house without raising alarm bells, and the family putting things together that it had been a twenty year old man here and not some snot nosed teen girl. The shoes were bad enough, but he swore as he put on the jumper that if Liz tried to get him to wear those white heels again he was going to lose it.
Wearing his fifth outfit for the day Blake went downstairs and rushed out the front door before anyone could say a thing. Behind him he could hear Liz telling someone that he was going to spend the night at a friend's house for a slumber party. He had spied on more than one slumber party, he had almost participated in a panty raid at college, but the idea of being one of the people to actually attend a slumber party felt revolting to him. Being a single male in a room full of girls when they did things like play truth or dare, or had a pillow fight would have been arousing another day, but today he couldn't help imagining himself with curlers in his hair as someone painted his toenails and they gossiped about boys.
The drive over to his house wasn't around the corner so the silence in Lizbeth's car seemed to drag on, making the trip seem even longer. Along the way the sun started to set, the sky turning dark before they had even pulled into the driveway. Finally getting to the destination Blake took a deep breath as he looked at the front porch of his house, the light on outside. "Okay, so what is the plan?"
Her hands still on the steering wheel of the idling car Lizbeth turned her head to look at Blake, giving him a puzzled look. "I had a plan," she said with a grimace. 'Not a fully thought out one, but still a plan!'
"Yeah, and what do we do to get inside without my parents seeing me dressed this way?" he said, waving his hand at his body once more.
"My plan didn't involve me bringing you home, that was your idea. So you get out of my car so I can head back and figure out a good reason why the girl I said I was babysitting while her parents were out of town isn't coming back. So that I don't lose this job and the trust I have built up over years, because someone doesn't know what the word no means."
"Fine," Blake said feeling exasperated as he shoved the door open and slammed in closed. Practically stamping his feet as he made his way up to the front door, he stopped just under the overhang of the porch, letting another sigh, this one feeling much more defeated. "I don't have a key."
Watching from her car Lizbeth watched her boyfriend move up to his house in what she would think of as a mock way to walk to show you were angry. Him slamming her car door didn't help her mood much and left her little sympathy when she saw his head hang down as he got close to the door. Still she was ready to roll down her window and remind him of the hidden key that he seemed to have forgotten in his despair, anger or whatever it was he was feeling that he was taking out on her. Before she could do it though the front door opened and she could see Blake's mother.
Hearing the front door swing open Blake looked up to see his mother standing there in loose purple pajama pants, a sky blue pajama top that was designed to look like white fluffy clouds were floating through the sky. He froze, too afraid to move, like not saying anything would save him. Disguised as he was, Blake still knew there was no amount of luck that was going to prevent his mother from recognizing her child. Looking up to her face he could see it in her dark brown eyes the second recognition hit her.
"Blake, is that you?" Lauren said, already sure she knew what she was seeing. It was just confusing to see her son who normally had wild hair and wore baggy clothes on her doorstep with shiny cleaning brushed hair and wearing girls clothes. She had come out to see who was in her driveway after she heard a car door slam and was not prepared for what she found.
"Yeah mom... it's me," he looked from his mom and then back over to Liz who was still sitting in her car. 'Why did she have to come out now?! I could have gotten the hidden key and ran up the stairs yelling that I'm home early and gotten to my room and locked the door.
"Why are you..." Lauren's voice trailed off as she followed her dress wearing son's gaze to see his girlfriend Liz parked in her driveway. "You better come inside." She then stepped out onto her porch, pointing one stern finger at the blonde girl in her car and then tilted her hand backwards to point at the house with her thumb. "You best come inside too, it looks like we have things to discuss."