He had dried himself off and stood in front of long mirror of his room, almost naked aside from the towel wrapped around his hips “why do I do this… I… I just don’t get myself sometimes…” he sighed and reached to his right, into an open drawer with some shirts sifted to the side and pulled out the first article of clothing, a light green cotton training bra with a small leaf designed in the center, with a shallow breath he slipped it on carefully, reaching behind himself to hook it he smiled at how it contrasted slightly from his own skin “god I’m so weird….” he said and let the towel drop, reaching into the drawer again to pull out a matching pair of panties, stretching them out in front of the mirror she bend down, one foot in then the next she slid the cool cotton up his legs and let it sit snuggly over his hips and bits “so weird… but I make it look good” he said and smiled, wiggling in place to adjust the feeling, a feeling he found himself used to in the past year and a half.
With a skip in his step he walked towards his closet and opened it, careful to stay out of the window, he pulled out a white button up shirt and slipped it on over his shoulders, walking back to the dresser to get a few more things “**** I’m glad mom and dad work all day…” he said as he pulled out a pair of socks and plopped onto his bed, slipping the socks on he hopped back onto his feet, looking into the mirror he smiled, gave a pout and wink to the ‘girl’ staring back reaching to his cheat to adjust the bra before walking out the door, leaving it ajar just incase he needed to run back upstairs. Out the room he walked, putting a sway to his step and made sure the shades were drawn on the small two-story house, down the half flight of stairs he walked smiling with a blush from the way the cotton rubbed him as he walked to the TV room, digging his feet into the thick carpet he took the remote and flipped on the TV, dropping it on the recliner he walked into the adjacent kitchen. Whistling he opened the fridge and rummaged threw, bent over he giggled at the thought of anyone seeing him, but quickly covered his mouth “I have to stop doing that” he said with a sigh and shoot his head, medium rust colored locks went from being slicked back to being down and loose, giving more the impression of a girl who sat in the chair. “Listen all y’all it’s a sabotage…listen all y’all it’s a sabotage!” he sang out and pulled some left over pizza and the carton or orange juice. Back to the TV he went, setting the pizza and orange juice on a table by the recliner and plopped down, doing it just right so the seat went with him, curling his legs back in and grabbed an afghan to wrap his legs.
He flipped the channels, trying to find something to watch, murring slightly while he rubbed his legs together and against his bits. Enjoying the feeling he was slowly loosing interest in the TV and gained more in himself. “I should stop this…” he said to himself, having set the pizza to the side and too one last sip form the orange juice before reaching down under the covers and pressed against his growing flesh inside the panties. He tried to decide what to do, get off right there? Or try and beat off the feeling, when he had almost came to a decision the phone rang and snapped out of his state and shook his head. Glare at the phone hanging in the kitchen, well his opportunity to glare at the phone from the recliner “guess I should get that” he said and rolled out of the recliner careful not to land on his still hard flesh and started in a crawl then walk to the phone, lifting it up phone he rested it between his ear and shoulder, “Hello?” “Hey Felix, it’s Ginger, what up?” came the voice of his best friend, not girl friend, just best, “Oh hey Ginger Snap, nothin much here, how bout yourself?” he replied casually as if nothing suspicious was going on “what did I tell you about calling me that Felix my boy?” “That you’ll beat me with a sack of oranges?” he snickered “yeah that’s right… anyways, not much is up, just seeing if you want to hang out today, maybe tonight?” he thought for a moment and wrapped the exceedingly long phone cord around his hand “yeah, sure…” looking to clock, it said one, he still had an hour to enjoy his softer clothing till his parents got home “what about six? Sound good to you?” “Sure does, oh hey, did you hear what’s coming out for the Wii” she started and Felix looked to the clock “no…no I didn’t, what’s up with it?”
Felix finally hung up the phone, yawning and patted his belly with a smile, chuckling “haha…tacos…” he stretched, the phone call had distracted him from his bodies’ excitement, walking past the kitchen and the clock, he didn’t notice, it read an hour later, two ‘o clock, and having been on the phone for so long didn’t really occur to him, that was until he heard the front door opening “Felix! I’m home!” it was his mom, back for the evening from her classes, at least for a little while before she had to go back to school “where are you Felix, I want to talk to you” she said and closed the door behind her. Her heels clicked on the floor and his heart pounded, she was walking closer, he could hear her coming closer, running to the couch he took a blanket and wrapped it around his waist, holding it snug with one hand she’d come around the corner “Oh there you are, is everything alright? You look Flushed, and why is that blanket around your waist” um…ah well you see mom, you know in that one movie where the guy is all alone, and he dances around in his underwear and such?” “Yeah, I know that movie, what about it…oh, you were acting it out?” “Ye…yeah, I was acting it out. And you just kinda caught me, that’s all…and…um I’m going to put some pants on…” he said and started to walk away from her, heading towards the stairs, all the while she continued to watch him from the back.
As he turned to walked up the stairs she blinked, finally having noticed everything, the subtle outline of the bra, and through the afghan she saw the green of the panties “Felix, what are you wearing underneath that blanket?” she followed him slowly and he froze, turning to look at her “I don’t know what you’re talking about, he said and turned around, holding the afghan a little closer and bent forward to hide the cups of the bra from showing through the shirt. “Listen Felix, I know what your hiding, so just admit it” she said and concerned, yet confidant and smug face “I…I…aww man...” he gulped, knowing he was beat at this point “o…ok mom…I admit…I like to…” he sighed, his face only growing redder by the moment, gripping tightly onto the afghan around his waist “You like to what?” she asked and tapped her foot on the floor “I…like to dress up when you and dad are away. I like to dress up in girl’s clothing…there. Now, how did you…how long did you know!” he said with a gulp “I just found out, and I actually didn’t know, but it was easier to make you admit that” she said with crossed arms of triumph.
“What?! You tricked me to get your answer!” she nodded as he flared, letting go of the afghan it loosened as he shook a little bit with frustration “I can’t believe you tricked me, with such an underhanded maneuver. You know does that? A jerk that’s who” he said with frustration and embarrassment very obvious “I don’t think you’re in the position to yell at me young man. I think you have some explaining to do to me. Unless you’d like me to get your father in on this” “d…dad?” he shivered from the thought, and gulped, looking down “I really don’t know where to start mom, it’s just part of me, of who I am” he said, she looked empathetic at him, concerned as most mothers would, motioning for him to step forward he did so, but stepped on the afghan, pulling down quickly. He looked to her, then down, she looked at him then down, her concerned face went to a smirk and light snort of a chuckle “Felix…” she started, putting a hand to her mouth “m…mom don’t even say a...w” she would cut him off right there with her laugh “Oh my god Felix, those are adorable on you, where’d you get those!” she asked and stepped closer, walking around to get a better look of the snug cotton that he wore “I got them at the Westgate Mall mom” “Westgate? Why there, I mean, is it when I dropped you off?” she asked and looked him over “yes, Westgate, half an hour away Westgate. Why there? It’s far enough where people wouldn’t recognize me, and I’d have more of a chance to get away with looking like a girl…” “Wait, you can look like a girl?” “Yeah, I can, here” he said and reached up, scratching his hair quickly to displace his hair and make it seem thicker and even cover most of his cheek, to give a thinner face look “see… that’s how I do it.” “And they didn’t question you?” “Nope” he said with a confidant smile, not to sure what to be confidant about, but it felt right “I just lied a little” “Lied? My son lying! I am shocked and appalled!” that caused a pause between the two before a burst of laughter erupted from them both “What did you tell them if I may ask?” “Well, I really didn’t want to tell them anything, but when one of the ladies asked for my help I just said ‘I wanted to shop for a training bra on my own, to surprise my mom’ and blah blah blah…some time later, it worked. I bought these, hung around Westgate for a while, got a smoothie…then had you pick me up” he said, leading into one thing then the next “ok, I was just asking about the bra and panties, not your day” “Could you please not call them that mom, it makes it awkward…”
She stopped circling him, standing behind and reached down with her right hand, pinching the fabric and rubbed it between her thumb and pointer finger causing him to jump and shiver some, looking back to her. “Wait, you think that is awkward? Me, calling your bra and panties, bra and panties? Not that you’re standing right here in front of me…” he nodded, though thought of it “anyways…could you stop that” he said to her of course rubbing the fabric “oh right, sorry, but I can’t believe you’d pick out such a nice fabric, one that goes with your eyes so well, and is very soft” he just couldn’t reply to that and glared menacingly “well, I want you to do this Felix, run upstairs and change. Do you have any plans?” “Uh yeah, I was going to go meet Ginger at the mall…if that’s alright” he said and tugged on his collar “yeah sure, you should go while I talk to your father about all this” she said as he left her grasp and hurried up the stairs, wondering what was going to happen next, wondering how all this would play out, especially with his dad, and further wondering, what would he get for dinner, Chinese seemed tasty, but so did tacos.
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