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Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 8
🕑 Added 2020-06-10 05:40:00 +0000 UTCIt seemed things spiraled out of control even faster after that fateful day. Mom reminded me every chance she got of my promise to her to be a good girl. And of course my brother reminded me every day without fail. Not that I needed that many reminders anyway. The more I dressed and interacted as a girl the more like a girl I became. And I really believed that being surrounded by girls all day was having a significant impact on my demeanor, my actions and reactions, my vocabulary and my mind. My femininity was becoming more and more pronounced since I was seeing a lot more of Gloria and the other girls after school and even on some weekends.
Mom seemed a bit more stressed out than usual in the weeks following the slumber party. She explained that finances were getting tight since my father was way behind again on child support payment. This was forcing her to take a part time job to make ends meet. She would be working three to four nights a week and most Saturdays.
"And I expect you two to help out a lot more around the house. I'm going to need a lot more support than you both have been providing. So, you'll have to decide who does what but I need help with the cooking, cleaning, washing clothes, ironing and whatever else needs to be done."
Immediately Mikey started whining. "But mom, I mow the grass every week for you."
"That takes all of about 15 minutes. And you need to clean out your room too, young man. It should be declared a disaster area. And it better be done this week or you can forget about having your friends over Saturday to watch the game like you planned. Is that clear?"
'Mom, this sucks."
"Mikey, watch your mouth, young man. Now you heard me. If that room isn't cleaned up, forget about your weekend. So tomorrow you two can start helping out around here. I'll leave you some food and cooking instructions for your dinner. You can decide who cooks and who cleans up afterwards. And there's a ton of laundry in the basement and some ironing. The ironing is mainly your clothes, Danielle. Mister wrinkle here doesn't seem to need an iron."
The next day after school Mikey and I both arrived back home around the same time. Remembering Mom's request, I asked my brother what chores he preferred to do.
"None of them. Those are all girls' chores. Boys don't do washing, cooking and ironing. And since you're the only girl in the family you should do them all. I'm going to watch television."
"You can't do that. I'm going to tell Mommy that you wouldn't help and you're going to be in big trouble."
"Listen sis, you're not going to tell mommy anything. You're going to do all the chores like a good little girl. And what's more you're going to tell mom that I helped you a lot. And if you don't do that, I'll just have to tell all your little girlfriends about your secret. I'm sure they would all be very interested to find out the truth about Danielle. So, you better just get used to the fact that you'll be doing all the chores for both of us. And you can start by cleaning my room. I told all my friends that they could come over on Saturday and watch the big football game. In fact since mom won't be here, you'll have to help with the food and stuff too."
"Are you nuts? I'm not doing any of that."
"Okay. It's your death wish. I'm sure the girls will be really upset to find out that their girlfriend is really a boy, especially after you saw some of them practically naked. But that's up to you."
"I can't believe you're going to blackmail me. You're such a rat."
"I guess I am. But if I were you, I'd start cleaning my room. Mom's right. It is a big mess."
In a way I wasn't too surprised that Mikey was doing this to me. He knew he had a big advantage over me and that I couldn't really fight him back. Resigned to my fate, I simply turned and walked away. After I changed out of my Mount Saint Mary's uniform, I knew I had to start cleaning out his room before I started dinner for us. As I opened the door to his room I was shocked at the mess. He had clothing all over the floor, dirty dishes and empty soda bottles were strewn about the room and stuff was everywhere.
"Mikey, are all these clothes dirty?" I called to him.
"I guess? But what's the difference? You can just wash them all to be sure, can't you?"
Sure. It was no big deal for him. I'd be washing clothes for days. I got the laundry basket and filled it up three times with all the clothing. There were lots of sweatshirts and pants, dirty, smelly socks, dirty, gross underwear, towels and some jeans and tee shirts. Plus I still had a few loads of my clothing that needed to be washed as well. By the time I had all the laundry picked up and sorted, I only had time to remove some of the dirty dishes and empty bottles and cans before I had to start dinner.
As I walked into the kitchen, I couldn't help but see my stupid brother sitting on the couch watching television.
"Aren't you going to help me with dinner? You heard what mom said yesterday>"
"And you heard what I said. Cooking and cleaning are for girls. None of my friends do any of that stuff. Their cute little sisters do it just like you're going to do it for me. So be a good sister and go make us dinner. I'm sure you're going to look cute in your apron too."
Storming out of the room, I could barely contain my anger. "Oh, you make me sick with your attitude. You're just a spoiled brat."
"Yeah. So what! I may be a brat but you're the one doing the cooking and cleaning."
So it was left to me to prepare the dinner mom had arranged. Fortunately it wasn't too complicated; just some hamburgers, potatoes and a canned vegetable. Even I could prepare that. Once dinner was prepared I called my stupid brother to eat. I was half expecting him to tell me to bring it in but he surprised me and joined me to eat. Naturally as soon as he filled his face he just left me to do the dishes and clean up the dinner mess.
Things were pretty much a repeat of that day for the rest of the week. I worked and he didn't. It took me a few days to get his disgusting room cleaned and another day to do our laundry. As I washed all of the dirty laundry and put the clothing away, I couldn't help but notice the difference in our apparel. His clothing was heavy, coarse and pretty much colorless. Mine was soft, dainty with pastels and lace and just so much cuter. It was almost hard for me to conceive that I used to wear the same things every day. How boring that seemed to me now. Even though I had to wear my school uniforms during the day, I knew I could always change into something different as soon as I got home. And I usually did that as soon as I could each day. He could make all the fun of me he wanted but I knew my clothing was much cooler than his drab wardrobe. And I also have grown to appreciate the soft and silkiness of my panties and camisoles. I mean cotton is okay but nothing could compare to the feeling of silk next to your skin.
By the end of the week I had all of our chores done. Mom told us both that she was very proud of our efforts. She especially praised Mikey for cleaning up his room so nicely.
"I know Danielle had to help you a little since I'm sure you never would have done it so well by yourself but it's even nicer that you two worked so well together. That really makes me happy. And Mikey, since you were so good, you can have your friends over tomorrow like you planned."
"Oh that's great mom. Can you make us some of those homemade pizzas and some of your meatballs and stuff."
"Oh honey, you know I have to work tomorrow so you're on your own. Danielle knows the recipe for both the pizza and the meatballs. Maybe she'll help you out tomorrow since you two have been getting along so well these days. What do you think, Danielle? Do you think you could help your brother tomorrow?"
Help him? I thought. I've practically been his slave all week and now mom wants me to cook for him and his dumb friends.
"I don't know mom? I mean I only made pizza once and I only made the meatballs a few times too. And they're a lot of work."
Mikey couldn't resist getting into the act. "Oh please, Danielle. Will you help me out this one time? All the guys are coming over tomorrow and I kind of promised them some food. Please."
I had the little weasel right where I wanted him now. Now I could be the mean one and let him suffer but somehow when I looked over at his stupid face I knew I couldn't refuse. I was surprised at my reaction but somehow I was powerless to refuse.
"I guess I can help out. I know I really shouldn't be nice to you but I don't want to ruin your day. I'll cook and help you serve everything."
"Oh honey, that's so sweet of you to help out your brother. You really are a very special girl. We can go shopping tonight to pick up all the stuff you'll need for tomorrow. I'll write down the recipes for you tonight too."
I was pretty busy the next morning. The pizza was pretty easy to prepare but the meatballs required a lot more time plus mom suggested I make homemade tomato sauce for both the pizza and the meatballs. However, I pretty much had everything done by noon giving me a few hours to rest and get changed out of my grimy clothes. After taking a shower, I combed my hair and pulled it back and tried to figure out what to wear to serve six young teenage boys. Oh my God, I thought. I can't believe I'm going to be in the house with six boys all very similar to my brother. And they were all at that age when they first started noticing girls.
As I looked through my closet I smiled and started giggling. Maybe I should wear one of my short mini skirts to give them a little more to look at than their silly game on television. I could wear my black mini, with my fishnet stockings and my black boots. I had lots of tops that would look cute with it. As I was still debating, Gloria called and I told her about my brother and what I was planning.
"That sounds like fun. Why don't you wear that and I'll get dressed up too and come over. We can give the little squirts a treat. What do you think?"
"I think we're both crazy but let's do it. How often do we get the opportunity to drive a bunch of young boys wild? Can you get here soon?"
"Sure. I'll just grab my clothes and have my mom drop me off. I can get dressed over your house. I'll be there in about 45 minutes."
I figured I better get ready before Gloria arrived just to be safe. I hooked my bra into place, stepped into my panties and slipped on my black fishnet stockings. I just put on my robe and sat down at my vanity to do my makeup and hair. Just about the time I was finished Gloria arrived with her bag. Locked away in my room, she told me to open my robe so she could see my sexy fishnets.
"Cool. You'll look hot." She said as she began undressing.
"I brought a hot pink mini skirt with a pink and black top. It's really cute too. Wait til you see it. I wasn't sure what color pantyhose to wear so I brought over two pairs."
Standing there watching her strip brought back many memories from her sleepover and our sewing class. I could feel a slight tingling in my panties as we were both standing there in our lingerie. I decided I better slip on my skirt and top right away to avoid any potential problems, which is exactly what I did.
Danielle, do you like this outfit better with the black or the nude shade? What do you think?"
Turning to look I could see she had one shade on each leg. "Actually they both look good. But why don't you just wear the nude since I'm already wearing black. We can give the boys a choice of legs to stare at. This is going to be so much fun. My brother is going to flip."
By two o'clock we felt like we were two hot chicks. We were both admiring how sexy we thought we looked. And to be sure, we were both showing an awful lot of leg.
"Do you think our skirts are too short?" I asked somewhat nervously.
"Nah. We look hot. Let's just have fun tormenting the little creeps for the afternoon."
When we walked downstairs, I found Mikey in the family room.
"Mikey, Gloria came over to help me with the food and serving you guys. I hope that's okay."
"Oh sure." He said without looking up at first.
"Hi Mikey."
"Oh hi, Gloria." He said as he looked up at both of us. "Wow. You girls look really dressed up."
"Glad you noticed. We thought your friends would enjoy it more this way. It's okay, isn't it?"
"Sure. It's kind of cool, actually. I'm sure the guys won't mind."
And they sure didn't mind. Gloria and I had a ball that afternoon finishing the cooking, baking the pizza and serving the boys their food and soda. Mikey also didn't mind. I'm sure his standing with his friends went way up. And I was even surer that a few other things were way up that afternoon as well based on some of the looks Gloria and I got. I was pretty sure that his silly little friends thought we were two cute girls.
After Gloria and all his friends left, Mikey surprised the heck out of me.
"Danielle, thanks for helping me out today with the guys. I know I've been a pain to you but that was really nice of you. You know, you're actually a pretty good sister after all. My friends all thought you were really nice making all that food and stuff. A few of the guys even told me you were really, really hot. They thought Gloria was cute but they thought you were the hot one. It sounded funny to hear them say that but I guess you do look hot in that get up."
"Wow. They really thought I was hot? That's pretty funny, you know, considering"
I didn't have to add anything else. We both knew what I meant.
"But you know, as funny as it sounds, I think it's kind of cool that your friends thought I was hot. Thanks for telling me that. And, Mikey, I guess you're not such a bad brother either."
