Brandon vs Sarah

Sarah wants to go to a party with her friends but she has been tasked to watch Brandon. The party is a girls only event. The only exception is the brother of party host that Sarah is attracted to. Sarah hopes to get time with him but only if she can get to the party. None of the girls want to stay behind and miss Sarah’s rendezvous with her prospective beau.

Even though Brandon has witnessed many of Sarah’s pranks before he is still caught in off guard.

Note: There is a prank that goes a little beyond intended there is no physical harm to Brandon. Also there is a little nudity.

Chapter 1: How It Started

There were just less than two years between me and my sister. Because of that we were both on nearly the same cycle of testing our boundaries and being content with our parameters. My sister was twelve and I was ten almost eleven and as life would have we were near the end of the pattern of rebellion. Jenney though had gotten very sick and I was helping my mom out by taking caring of her.

I took over for mom and brought drinks of water and ice chips for her thirst; I also kept a washrag wet and on her forehead. When Jen was sleeping fitfully, showing signs of a fever or high temp I would use the rag to swab her neck, arms, stomach, back or legs basically anything that was exposed to help keep or get her fever and temp down. It was during one of these episodes that she started screaming in delirium for me to get out of her room. I tried to calm her down but there was nothing in my arsenal to succeed in this endeavor. Mom came in and pushed me out of the room and went to take care of her.

Dejected I had gone downstairs and onto the back porch with my knees tucked up and encased in my arms, tears streaming down my cheeks and hiccup sobs racking my chest which is how my mother found me. She put her arms around me and held me close while she tried to comfort me. We sat there as long as she felt she could leave my sister unattended. Before leaving me she coaxed me onto a lounge chair where I fell asleep.

By morning my sister was listless. Mom had called her sister to come and get me. I soon learned my mother was taking my sister to see our general practitioner. About midmorning my Aunt arrived to collect me then drove me to her house about an hour away. By the time we arrived at my Aunt’s we learned that my sister was being admitted into the hospital for appendicitis. My Aunt immediately left to meet my mother at the hospital and left me in the care of her daughter.

Sarah had some friends over all girls between 13 and 15, Sarah was 14. Aunt Gene thought that the girls were old enough to act responsibly while she was away but I had my doubts. Sarah loved to pull practical jokes and with a readymade audience of friends and coconspirators the outcome was inevitable. Add to that that I was concerned for my sister and still reeling from her rage yesterday so I was not taking notice of what was going on around me.

I was dressed in blue jeans, boxers, t-shirt, sox and sneakers. With the girls upstairs in the Sarah’s room and nothing in the house to interest a boy of ten, I set out to walk the grounds. Uncle Brad was a gentleman farmer that is he owned a farm and had a few head of cattle some chickens and pigs around with most of the land planted with alfalfa, hay and corn but he paid others to work it. My Uncle made his money as a very successful stock broker. This meant that most of the time the farm was vacant. Today was no exception.

My walk took me through many of the structures and past the feed lot ending up at the retaining wall of the creek. The creek was generally a trickle but the original farmer had built walls lining the low area as the creek entered the property. Then set up a series of weirs that helped divert the water down irrigation channels. The dam backed up the water but there wasn’t a lot of flow during the non rainy season. There was a buildup of sediment in the pond a result run off and a failure to clean it out. The pond was mostly muck now with a thin layer of water on top.

As I rounded the corner of the utility shed I saw the girls leaning over a section of the wall trying to reach a purse they had dropped by the wall. Fortunately it didn’t land in the muck or water but right on the side of the wall about 3 feet down.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“We can’t reach my purse,” Sarah said. “Can you get it for me?”

I knew better. I just looked at her and she gave me this pout and added “Please.”

Well I jumped down to ledge around the pool and retrieved the purse then handed it up to Sarah. Now I had to climb out not hard really I even got help from the girls. Standing on the top of the retaining wall I bent over and started to dust off my jeans when Sharon gave me a push knocking me off balance. Now that push was only enough to get me headed in the direction of the pool and if that had been all that happened I might have landed on the ledge or worse one or both of my feet end up in the muck and mire. But no Sarah had reached down and caught my lower leg. She didn’t pull it but held it long enough for me to fall backward until I was past 45 degrees. The fall was scary; I landed with the back of my head first in the muck and mire. My back followed and I was laid out in the muck. The wind was knocked out of me and my first suck for air drew nothing but muddy water. I rolled on my side and a mixture of air and water coughed and sucked again but got nothing. I saw lightning across my retinas but no vision. My hearing was gone I was on all fours and gasping for air. Finally I could breathe.

I crawled over to the wall and set there with my back against it trying to recover from the fall and loss of breathe. I was also trying to control my anger. There were four older girls to one small skinny ten year old boy and no adult supervision in the area. Collecting myself I made my way to the utility shed where I knew there was hose. It was futile there was no way to clean off all the mud. Even though I had stripped off everything and hosed it off it still smelled of the muck of the pond. Nothing left to do but take everything to the laundry and hope that the soap would remove any lingering odors.

After stuffing everything into the washing machine I headed upstairs to take a shower. What a relief to feel the warm water rushing over me. Since I was in Sarah’s shower the only soap available were her feminine products. My hair smelled like flowers when I stepped out. Grabbing a towel I started back downstairs to throw my cloths into the dryer and ran straight into the girls.

Holding my tongue (I was still mad) I flattened myself against the wall so they could get by. Ariel took hold of my towel while Sharon grabbed my free arm by the wrist, while Sarah stood squarely in front of me.

“We want to go to a party but can’t leave you here. What we want to know is; are you going to cooperate or ….” She let the question hanging but basically the treat was I wouldn’t be happy starting with the removal of the towel.

I spent some time thinking over what to do. Nothing had changed there were no adults plus I was commando except for the towel. Sarah was getting impatient, “Well Brandon?

“What do you want Sarah? My clothes are in the wash and except for a towel I have nothing to wear. So go to your party and leave me here.”

“Nope you’re going too.”

“How?”

“By following our instructions.”

“What options do I have?”

“None.”

I remained silent.

Sarah moved down the hall toward her room. The others stood back blocking my path downstairs. I stood for a few moments looking each girl in the eye but saying nothing and then turned and followed Sarah into her room. She pointed to the vanity and said sit there. I did.

My hair had been long mom had let it get that way and would cut it level with my collar every month. She was late this month and the length was past my shoulders. Sharon started in right away putting curlers into my hair and spraying something on it. Kathy gave her a hand while Sarah and Ariel disappeared out the door. As soon as Sharon and Kathy were finished putting the curlers in my hair they started on my nails. Ariel returned and stared working a similar color on my toenails.

My father had taken me to different martial arts schools to show me how they controlled their centers. He took me to yoga and other meditating groups to instructing me on how the art of meditation can give me leverage over things that over whelm me. So that is where I went into my head. The girls chatted away ignoring my silence.

One by one they left the room until I was sitting there by myself. Sarah returned and stood in front of me.

“Get up and follow me.” She commanded.

I opened my eyes and just looked at her.

“Come on, get up and follow me.” She repeated.

“Did you put my clothes in the dryer?” I asked.

“No,” she said.

I resumed my meditation.

Sarah screamed at me to get up.

“If you want my cooperation then you’ll need to do something for me.”

She called the girls in and they tried to lift me out of the chair. I went limp, 100 lbs is not easy to move when it’s not stiff. They tried tickling, pushing, pulling and lifting with little affect. By now I was naked in front of the girls but hell they must have been planning this anyway.

Sharon suddenly stood up. “Wait! Stop! Stop!” She almost screamed. “Conference.”

I think Sharon became aware of my nakedness and was getting uncomfortable. Her face was a deep shade of red.

The girls withdrew and started whispering.

Sharon and Sarah returned while Ariel and Kathy stood in the doorway.

“Okay we want to go to the party but your clothes are still in the washing machine the cycle is over in maybe 15 minutes about the time we need to leave the dyer cycle will take an hour but we don’t want to wait that long,” Said Sharon.

“I have something you can wear that will help you fit in since this is technically an all girls party, no boys allowed,” Sarah added.

Look we admit we set you up but we are desperate to go to this party and we didn’t think you would agree to go with us dressed as a girl,” Sharon continued.

Finally Sarah asked, “If one of us puts your clothes in the dryer will you cooperate?”

I looked at her and after a bit I asked, “Can I trust you to carry out my request so that my clothes will be dry and ready for me to wear tonight when it’s time for me to go home?”

“Yes,” answered Sarah.

“No further pranks for my cooperation?”

“Yes,” replied Sharon.

“Okay I’ll go as long as my stuff is drying in the dryer when we leave.”

“Go to the guest room at the end of the hall.”

“I looked at them make it a request and I’ll go.”

“Please,” chimed all of the girls almost in unison.

I almost grinned but waited till their backs were turned. Then I walked to the guest room naked because they had removed my towel while trying to get me down the hall.

On the bed was an old satin party dress of Sarah’s that I had seen her wear last year and as I remember she was none too happy to wear it. Its color was sky blue, a pair of boy cut panties which were satin but darker than the dress. Next to that was a pair of satin rumba panties the same as the party dress. Lace could be seen on every boarder of the dress; hem, waist, collar and sleeves. Even the waist band and leg holes of the rumba panties had lace. I sighed.

“Get dressed,” said Sarah, I gave her a look, “…Please.”

Sarah brought out a pair of white knee highs and black (for me high heel) 3” sandals. At least the heal wasn’t spiked. One more item was displayed a lacy petticoat.

Once dressed Sharon put some blush on my cheeks, highlighted my eyebrows and added lip gloss. She then removed the curlers and brushed my hair. I could see ringlets cascading beside my face.

When she finished I was led in front of a mirror. I expect to see a garish clown but instead I saw a shy innocent girl attractive enough that even I would have tried to talk to her and I wasn’t interested in girls yet. Her hair cascaded in wonderful full ringlets; her blue eyes almost hypnotized me accented by the color of the dress. They were beautiful pools of light sucking me in. The nail polish on my fingers was a close match to the dress but why did they apply it to my toes? The makeup was light but highlighted my face and made glow. Sharon had added some glitter that … well just made my jaw go slack which started to mar the face in mirror. Her lips were so inviting I wanted to kiss her. I did notice that I could not only see my knees but several inches above them making wonder if anyone could see my crotch.

“Get a grip big boy,” said Sharon, “She’s just a reflection.”

“But she’s so beautiful,” I said.

“She is you Brandon but we can’t call you that can we?” Said Kathy.

“How about Brandy?” Added Ariel.

“That’s it,” said Sharon.

Sarah handed me a white purse. Ariel placed a silver necklace around my neck. Kathy put a barrette with blue and white ribbons in my hair while Sharon put its mate on the other side. The girls started down the stairs. I took one more look at the beautiful girl in the mirror and followed them.

“Let’s check the dryer,” I said. I really didn’t want to go home in a dress. To be honest every where the lace came in contact with my skin I itched. At times it was a real distraction from what was happening around me.

Sharon skipped off and started the dryer.

We exited the house and started down the road toward town. We traveled about a quarter mile down the road to a neighbors. Not far however my feet were starting to hurt. During the walk the girls were full of ideas to make my walk well more feminine. Eventually we settled on my mincing my steps and placing each step nearly in front of the other foot.

Sarah handed me a gift wrapped present to give to our host.

The woman who answered the door was the first adult I had seen since my Aunt left to comfort my mother.

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