Sitting on the pull out trundle bed, Blake sat with his back to the main bed where his girlfriend sat as he went over what had just happened in his mind. He was back in the satin nightie, his shaven legs exposed once more and now he was more convinced that his ass and the pantie on them would be exposed at the slightest bend after he had felt Liz slap his ass when he pulled the covers back on the smaller bed that was to be his. Very little conversation had happened when they left his house. Blake just couldn't believe his parents, his dad gets one little bad idea in his head and won't let go of it. A trait he knew he shared at times... like how he got the brilliant idea to be all alone with his girlfriend in the house she was watching and came over anyhow even though she told him he wasn't allowed. Then there was his mother... who he guessed was sick of him for only... mostly just thinking about himself and what he wanted. She found a punishment he would never be able to forget. The tiny bed he had all to himself was the closest thing you could get to being on the floor, without actually touching the floor and sitting there made him have to look up to just about everything, making it just another thing in the day that made him feel small.
Pulling his legs up to his chest Blake rubbed his legs, he wasn't ever a super warmed body individual, but without body hair he got soldier easier, or at least he thought he was. His gaze looked up and over to the dresser in the room, staring at what they had purchased at the store before coming back here. Two coloring books, one of abstract shapes and pictures, the other full of juvenile cartoon princesses, a white book with tiny black and red hearts across its surface, his new diary, a hundred and sixty colored pencil set and a box of pastel colored pens. Glancing behind him he saw Liz typing away on her phone. He had been really mad at her before, he didn't feel any of that now and wished he had just talked things out with her instead of blowing up. "Li... Miss Liz," he waited till he could see her light blue eyes look up from her phone's screen. "Are you still mad at me?"
"You almost screwed me and not in the fun happy way a boyfriend should," she said tapping the power button on her phone to turn off the screen as she reflected on the fact they really didn't have as much sex as some of her friends, or at least as much as they claimed.
"I'm really sorry I wasn't thinking... at least not about you... us. I was panicking and..." He had turned around to his side in order to look directly at the girl as she was talking, but his reply cut off when she held out her hand in a motion for him to stop.
"Look," Lizbeth paused, putting her phone on the nightstand next to the bed before climbing down to the lower bed to sit on the same level as Blake. "I could spend time telling you how mad that made me, how frustrated I was, worried, stressed. Or, I can tell you I played a big part in what happened. I think everything, I mean... from the moment you got in an uber up till now we both could have handled things better," she scooted on the bed so she could sit behind Blake, arms wrapped around his waist as she held him between her outstretched legs, giving him a big hug as she pressed her cheek into his. "If you are worried about us, don't be. I love my little king."
Enjoying the embrace Blake leaned back a little, letting Liz take some of his weight. The way she hugged him caused the satin material of the nightie to press and rub against his nipples now that he wasn't wearing a bra. Being freed from the chest hugging garment to go to bed had been a good moment for his day, but he hadn't been prepared to feel the nightie on his chest and sensitive nipples. He was pretty sure he heard or read somewhere that girls nipples were more sensitive than mens and if that was the gaze he wasn't sure why girls didn't always wear something like this, other than the visual that showed... he was positive is Liz was in front of him instead of behind she would see his own nipples hard from the fabric. "Does that mean you will take it easy on the little girl stuff with me?" he asked, his mind less on that question and closer to the gutter.
"Hmmm, No. You are stuck this way for a bit and I think I will take advantage of that. I think it is perfectly fair, considering. Don't you princess?"
Groaning, Blake let out a sigh. "Doesn't sound like I have a choice. Thanks Mom!" Leaning back more he was able to make enough room to give his girlfriend a kiss on the lips. "You could take advantage of me right now?" Blake wagged his eyebrows up and down.
Holding her boyfriend, who was flat as a board in the nightie now without the padding only made him look more like a juvenile girl. Seeing him like this had been a turn on, listening to him talk about being on a date with a boy had done the same and earlier today she had imagined him in bed wearing this same nightie, his face between her legs and using his tongue. Now though, Blake's appearance, the one change, the lack of padding in the chest made him look just too young and it wasn't something that appealed to her in that way. He was still super cute and she could have fun pinching his cheeks or tickling him, but sex... that wasn't on the table. "Sorry little one, your Mommy made it clear what was allowed and what wasn't."
"What!? Come on..." His voice trailed off as he thought about what his mother had said. Blake also knew his girlfriend wasn't a goody goody, at least not all the time. So he figured what his Mom said was just an excuse, she was still at least a little mad at him. "Okay... but do I have to actually write in that diary?"
Giving the femininely dressed young man another hug from behind Lizbeth looked out to what she had bought at the store. She had considered getting Blake a barbie sleeping bag, it was not something appropriate for a sixteen year old girl, but she thought it would be funny to see him sleeping in it. There wasn't a real need for a sleeping bag so she skipped it, but made sure to pick up some of the coloring books Mrs. Downings told her to buy. Blake had said he wasn't a child, but she had ignored him, not only was she told to buy them for him, but she had a few at home herself that she would use her own colored pencils on when she was working to help distract her from the tedium. "I'm not going to make you, but I'm also the one that isn't going to potentially get themselves in hot water for not doing what they were told."
Not liking that Liz had a point, Blake was silent on the matter before starting to bring up a topic where he had already been told no. He felt he just had to try, with how the clothes he was currently wearing were making him feel. When he at first put on a pair of panties he was able to accept how soft and comfortable they were, or at least how he remembered it, not that he would admit it... he hoped he hadn't admitted it. Now that he wasn't being paraded around like a piece of meat for David to ogle and how the material felt rubbing on his skin and nipples, just a few hints of it as it touched his thighs as he moved, he could admit the nightie felt great. "About what you said earlier, what happened in the bathroom was... what did you call it? A sample or taste of what was to come?"
"No," Lizbeth said flatly as she disengaged from her boyfriend and got back up onto the main bed. "In fact I think it is time for both of us girls to get our beauty rest. Be a good girl Blake and get the lights would you?"
Disappointed, Blake did as he was instructed before climbing back into his own smaller bed, trying to get comfortable under the covers. Feeling a bit blue balled, even with getting off earlier in the day he didn't think he would be able to fall asleep, but the second he stopped moving, slumber took him.
Waking up in the morning Lizbeth stretched, twisting her back as she held her arms up high over there head, flexing her thin arms. "Mmmmm!" she made the sound as sun beams from the partially closed blinds ran across her body as she sat up. Looking down she saw Blake laying on his side, arms wrapped around one of the pillows,holding it to his chest. The moment felt precious enough that she snapped a picture without phone before carefully getting out of bed to try and let Blake sleep. Grabbing some clothes for the day she slipped out of the bedroom, taking one last glance at her adorable little man as he drooled on the pillow.
After a quick shower and getting changed for the day into a calf length blue floral print summer dress and some tan wedges she was ready to take on the day. She had enjoyed the day before wearing heels around Blake for pretty much the first time and it made her feel more confident and wanted to see if the trend would continue. Done getting dressed, but still needing to put on her face she cracked the bedroom door to her temporary room, finding Blake still asleep in the exact same position. Deciding it best not to disturb him just yet and ended downstairs instead.
Coming into the kitchen Lizbeth saw Heather Maruo sitting with a half gone mug of coffee and some playing cards laid out in front of her at the kitchen table. "Good morning!" she said happily, taking note of the woman's cute outfit. It was an orange well fitting armless dress with wide lapels, a fabric tied orange belt and an accordion type skirt that almost made it to her knees, and it paired with strappy brown leather heeled sandals. Lizbeth had liked her own outfit for the day, but here Heather was up before her already fully prepared for the day, her hair and makeup done and in a dress that just called for people to look at her. It made Lizbeth feel, not ugly in comparison, but plain. "I love your dress."
Placing one card down on the table in no specific spot, Heather looked away from her game of solitaire. "Good morning yourself, I hope you slept well," she gave the younger pretty girl a glance over, thoughts of wishing she was young again and in her early twenties briefly danced through her mind. "Well look at you! If I remember correctly Lizbeth Haley used to be more than a bit of a tomboy and now both yesterday and today I find you in dresses looking every inch the beautiful girl I knew you were."
Touching her own cheek Lizbeth felt a light blush come to her cheeks and gave a small shrug, unable to contain the smile at the compliment when she had just been so hard on herself. "Aww, thank you!"
"Sit down and I will get you a cup of coffee. Don't mind my little game, I was just passing the time. David took the lawnmower out this morning and is going around mowing or at least trying to mow a few yards to make some money. He says he has a plan," she gave the younger woman a smile as she put a mug of coffee in front of her with a few sugar packets and tiny containers of creamer. "Last night when you came back with Blake the two of you went right up to your room. I thought something might have been wrong. Everything okay?"
"Ahhh... everything is fine," Lizbeth felt awake after the hot shower and her mind should be fully in gear, caffeine in her system or not and she had come up with the perfect excuse the night before. That the girl hosting got sick so everyone had to go, but that didn't explain why Blake hid away in the bedroom and why she was in there with her charge. "Blake wasn't feeling up to being social last night as it turns out."
"Oh?" heather said starting to clean up the game she was playing that she already knew she had lost.
"Yeah, Blake... well I will just come out and say it. She got her period and it was a heavy flow," she said, knowing Blake was not going to be happy to hear about.
"Poor dear."
"Yeah, so.. I got her some midol and I spent time with her. Like her friends, she wasn't feeling in the mood to spend time around a boy she likes," Lizbeth was about to say more, how they watched youtube videos and colored in some books she got to sure up her story when her phone started to buzz for an alarm she had set. "Shoot!" her phone alarm was going off, one she had set to make sure she was up so that she could get ready to go out with her own girlfriends for a day, it was one of their birthdays and they all were making a day of it. With everything happening, she had completely forgotten.
"Is everything okay?" Heather asked, feeling concerned after seeing the expression on Liz's face.
"Hmmm, sort of. I forgot I made some plans with some friends to celebrate a birthday. This was before I had Blake here with me. It's fine, Blake can come with me, I just had completely forgotten," she knew Blake wouldn't enjoy their activities with the tradition they had, of going to buy a used prom dress or putting on their old one. They would go out for brunch, then all dressed up would hit second hand stores, go antiquing, take photos on comfy or odd furniture and novelties.
"Is that all? Honey, you go have fun with your friends. Blake can stay here with me, we can do much more lowkey things she will enjoy instead of hanging out with a bunch of people that might make her feel uncomfortable considering how she is feeling right now."
Opening her mouth before snapping it shut Lizbeth considered the offer. It would also be something Blake didn't want to do, but right now he wasn't spoiled for choice. His mother said he had to keep up being the sweet sixteen year old girl and if her and her friend's wanted to get their drink on that would be a problem. "Are you sure?"
Clapping her hands together once Heather got a big smile on her face. "Absolutely, you leave the little dear here with me and she will be in good hands."
"Mrs. Mauro... Heather, you are the best!" Lizbeth bounced out of her seat and gave the woman a hug before picking up her mug and taking a large gulp of the coffee and regretting it right away, the beverage still too hot for such things. "I'm going... I'm just... going up stairs to finish getting ready," Putting the mug back down Lizbeth darted up the stairs, almost running into a very sleepy looking flat chested girl.
"Mmmm, morning," he mumbled, smacking his lips happily seeing the pretty blonde all dressed up. He had woken up and found her gone, so he went to the bathroom, still half asleep and was coming to look for her, his conscious mind not thinking about how he was dressed.
"Hey! I'm, I'm just going to finish getting ready. Why don't you get yourself something to eat, I have a few things to talk to you about when I get done," Lizbeth said as she walked backwards down the hall in a hurry to finish getting ready. She still had to go home, get her old prom dress before meeting up with her friends.
Nodding slowly Blake blinked a few times, sleep still not fully letting go of his mind. He had woken up part way through a rem cycle and had been dreaming about driving around on a dirty bike, zooming past others, doing a flip off a ramp. It was a fun dream, odd considering he had never actually ridden a dirtbike before except in arcade games. Waking up mid dream left him feeling groggy. So unthinkingly he acknowledged what Liz said with a nod, he gave her a half wave of his hand as he made his way downstairs.