“Vance, please just go.” Tracy pleaded.

“Vance just seen her.” Peter replied, helping Tracy to her feet. “He's going to call his punk friends.”

Please note, there is a few harsh words in here so I left the rating at PG15. It also has Petticoat Punishment

November 13th 1982
Northern California

It was another Reno trip for Conner, so Tracy had come out once more. But this time she had a friend. Modine had allowed Peter to hang out with Tracy. After Halloween, she knew Peter was on her grandchild’s side. So she had allowed Peter to come over and hang out as Tracy did her chores. She did feel a bit bad because Vance was will forced to work alone, as much as Tracy needed a friend, it still wasn't fair that she got a friend for the day and Vance didn't.

But then Modine wasn't a fan of the two boys that Vance hung out with. One had been held back for a year in school for fighting. She had even heard from people that he had already had several run-ins with the law. The other boy, Frankie, wasn't much better. From the rumors she heard they both had bad tempers, and just plain bad apples, but then those were just rumors. They were also a grade above Vance and older too. Either way, she didn't want them on her property when Conner was gone.

The morning had gone it's usual way, Troy waking up and becoming Tracy so she could make breakfast. Peter had showed up in time for food. After that they made quick work of the remaining house work, Peter pitching in even though he didn't have to. At lunch, the three of them retreated to the back porch. For the middle of November, it was warmer then normal, with a slight breeze in the trees. So she wanted one last lunch with her granddaughter on her porch, before they had to stop for the winter.

Because her work was mostly done for the weekend, Tracy decided to sit on the back porch when Peter helped Modine take the dishes into the house. She was all alone in her thoughts of the day that she didn't pay attention to the sound of the gate being opened.

“Hey Grandma, I'm finished with.....What the hell?” Vance's voice pulled Tracy from her little dream world. She looked up from the table to see her brother at the side of the backyard, staring at her. He knew who she was. Eleven years of knowing him did that.

Tracy looked up with a star and froze when she saw him. “Vance?”

“Look at the little fag!” Vance taunted from the yard, a wicked grin spread onto his lips. “Now I know why you get it so easy, sissy fag.” His insults weren't good, but they still hurt.

“Vance, please just go.” Tracy pleaded.

“That's a great idea!” His wicked grin got bigger. “I'll go.....and call Bruce and Frankie. They'd love to hear this!”

“Please don't.” She got up and began to make her way down the steps, tears began to race down her cheeks. “Don't tell anyone.”

“Too late for that, Fag. It's all your fault anyway.” Vance turned and ran out of the yard as Tracy made it to the bottom step. She fell to her knees and began crying hard.

When he heard Vance's voice Peter had already been moving to the door, But the older boy was gone by time he got outside. Modine stepped out and looked around, concern on her face. “Tracy, what happened.”

“Vance just seen her.” Peter replied, helping Tracy to her feet. “He's going to call his punk friends.”

“Damn.” Modine rarely cursed, but this was a good time for one. “So he's knows.” She said, not to anyone, but aloud. She thought about it for a moment, then she turned to the door. “Tracy, get changed. I know you don't want to be Troy, but we need to deflect this now. Peter, I need some help and fast. Troy, when you're changed, come over to your place.”

Peter helped Tracy to the door, then he followed the older woman. “So what are we going to do?” He asked as she led him into her bedroom.

“Oh, something I planned on a while ago.” She replied with a smile.

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Maggie was just pulling her car to a stop in front of their house as Modine and Peter came walking over. Peter held a garment bag over his shoulder and a show box in one arm. The only thing Modine had was a very angry look on her face and a bag on her shoulder. Maggie raised an eyebrow as they got closer. “What's going on?” She asked.

“Vance just found Tracy and he came over to call his friends.” Modine said.

“Damn.” Maggie replied. “I'll blister his hide if he does.”

“I think he already is.” Modine said as they walked to the front door. “But grandma has a plan.”

“Sorry. I didn't think it would be a problem to take off, but I needed some stuff from the store for dinner.” Maggie stated.

“Maggie, you shouldn't have to apologize. It's Vance he needs to apologize to his sister for getting her to cry.” They opened the door and found Vance on the phone

“Yeah, in a fucking dress! Isn't that awesome! Told you he was a little queer!” Vance laughed into the phone as he talked to Bruce. He stood over the phone,. His back to the door. “Yeah, hurry over, Frankie's on his way. Teach the little queer to wear a dress.”

Maggie’s temper flared, but Modine stopped her from moving. She held up a finger over her lips to keep Troy's mother quiet and they waited.

“Yeah, See you in a few.” Vance hung up the phone and he turned around, his jaw dropping as he saw his mother, grandmother and Peter, and none of them were happy. “Um....Hi.”

“Don't you fucking hi me.” Maggie stepped closer to him. “You just had to tell your punk friends about Troy, didn't you?” Her fists balled up and she looked ready to swing.

“It's not my fault the little fag wears a dress!” Vance shouted back. Maggie opened her hand up and slapped him across the face. He staggered back as Modine walked forward.

“Maggie. Don't hit him.” The older woman replied. Maggie glared at her and she pointed to Vance. “I need him blemish free, so this looks like his idea.”

Maggie was now confused and angry. “What is his idea.”

Vance looked up at his grandmother a bit worried. Modine just smiled wider. “Peter, can you step outside please. Vance needs some privacy while he changes. And make sure Troy doesn't come in either. Be ready if those punks start something though.” She turned and took the garment bag from Peter as he put the shoe box on a coffee table, then left.

“What do you mean?” Vance asked, looking at what Peter had brought in. “Change into what?”

“Oh.” Modine began to open the bag. Vance's eyes got wide with fear as she just smiled from his reaction. “Just this.”

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Troy was by the apple tree that grew next to his parent's house. Peter was reaching up and picking a couple apples as Bruce and Frankie pulled up on their bikes. Peter handed Troy an apple and gave him a comforting smile and nod of the head. It was a look that said it all. "I got your back. I'll march through hell to protect you and here, enjoy this apple and the show." Troy smiled back. They had been informed of part of the plan, but they still weren't sure what his grandmother was doing to Vance, but from the swearing, it was going to be good.

Bruce hopped off his bike, letting it fall onto it's side. He walked over to the two friends and began laughing. “Aw, didn't like your dress, fagot?”

Frankie came up laughing. “Is this your boyfriend?”

“Oh shut up.” Peter said, puffing out his chest to Bruce.

“Make me retard.” Bruce said as he shoved Peter backwards.

As Peter began to move forward, Maggie’s voice stopped him. “Peter! You will not fight, you understand me!” The boy nodded and stepped back. She pointed a finger at Bruce. “You can stop that shit or you can leave my house now.” Bruce just glared at her. He took a step or two away from Peter as two more people stepped out of the house.

Troy's jaw dropped as he saw his brother. Vance was dressed in a frilly pink dress that had a large bow just over his ass. His hair was pulled into pig tails and there was makeup on his face. At first Modine had held his ear, but then she gave him a shove to make him get fully out of the door. “Hey, Maggie, your 'Daughter' is ready now. Doesn't Veronica just look darling?” She looked over to Bruce and Frankie and feigned a shocked expression. She looked at her grandson. “OH. Oh no, I...I didn't know there was anyone else here. I'm so sorry Veronica.”

His cheeks went slightly red, but they got darker as Bruce and Frankie began laughing at him. “Cute dress 'Veronica.'” Bruce said as he laughed.

“I DIDN'T PUT THIS ON!” Vance roared.

“Could have fooled me.” Frankie said with a laugh.

Vance stormed back into the house and Maggie just shook her head. She looked at Bruce and Frankie and shrugged. “I'm sorry you came over, but you may want to head home, I think my daughter needs some alone time with her mommy.” She turned to face Peter and Troy. “Troy, can you get the food out of my car please?”

“Sure mom.” He said with a smile.

“So you both wear dresses?” Bruce asked as he got onto his bike.

“Um, I'm wearing pants and a boys shirt.” Troy replied, gesturing to his clothes.

“You took it off.” Frankie said. “Vance said you were wearing a dress."

“He also said you broke the window last month. Hell, he lies so much, Mom can never believe him.” Troy replied.

Frankie looked at Bruce and they didn't say a word. They knew of Vance's problems in the truth department. Without another word they just got on their bikes and took off.

“Man, that was nice.” Peter said as they opened the back doors of the car and started pulling out grocery bags.

As his hands were full, Troy went to the door and managed to work the knob, then he stepped in. Vance was sitting in a chair, glaring at him. Modine slapped his cheek and Vance looked back to her.

“This isn't his fault. You pushed it by calling your friends.” The older woman said.

“They'll know I didn't do this.” He said smugly.

“Really? With all the times you lie to us?” Maggie said.

He grumbled for a moment, then looked at his mother. “Can I get out of this now?”

“No.” Modine replied. “Welcome to your new punishment.” The woman's lips pulled back into a feral smile.

“What? You can't do this.” Vance began to stand up, but his mother pushed him back into his chair.

“Yes. Yes she can. I support her and I will make sure your father agrees to it too.” Maggie said.

“For the next three weeks when your home, you will be in a dress. Except Thanksgiving. Don't need to explain Petticoat Punishment to the rest of the family.” Modine replied as she sat down on the couch. “You will wear a dress or skirt while you do your chores too. You destroy them and it's another week. You tell your father about Troy and it's a year. You tell the school....well, that wont happen, will it.”

“Oh, why not.” Vance tried to sound tough as he shot her a defiant look.

“Stand up and I'll show you why.” The older woman began to open the bag she had carried over. Vance stood up and she pulled out a camera. Before he could react, she snapped his picture. “You won't talk because I'll give Troy a copy of this. Then you have no proof and he will. So no one will believe you.”

“You can't do that!” He shrieked.

“But you could?!?” Maggie snapped at him. “You don't want people to see you, but you wanted your punk friends to come over and beat up your brother?!? Face it, that's what would have happened!”

Modine snapped another picture and Vance turned away from her. “That was different.” He replied quietly.

Maggie grabbed his shoulder and spun him around as his grandmother snapped one more picture. His mother pointed a finger at his face. “You tell anyone at school and you'll be going to school, daily, in this dress. I can make it happen, so don't push me.” He paled at the threat. She had known his principal for years. He knew that Mr Harper was into different forms of punishment.

“So now that we understand each other, I'm going back to my place. Vance I expect you to finish your chores too. But you can wear a skirt for that. I just happen to have some in your size.” Modine said. “Troy, when you're finished you can come back. We still got some cleaning left to do.”

“Okay Grandma.” He replied as he went back out for more groceries. “I'll be there in a few minutes.” As she passed him though, his voice dropped to a whisper and he gave her hand a light squeeze. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my granddaughter.” She replied.

Ah I love it when the bullies get what's coming to them. This is not the end of Vance the jerk, but soon.