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Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 7
🕑 Added 2020-06-09 05:19:38 +0000 UTCAs I was lying there next to Gloria my mind was racing. I was tired but I was having difficulty falling asleep in a roomful of teenage girls. Just as I was drifting off to sleep I thought I heard Gloria whisper something.
"I'm really glad you're my friend Danielle and I was so happy that you agreed to come to my party."
"I'm glad I came to." I whispered back. "And I'm glad we're friends. You're fun to hang around with."
"You know I found it really exciting when you were talking about what you and that guy, Jason did. I never really did too many things like that with a boy. I mean I kissed a boy a little but we never really made out and stuff. It was just a kiss, if you know what I mean. I'm embarrassed to even say this but I'm not sure how to make out. Would you show me how to do that?"
Oh my God! Gloria was now asking me to show her how to make out with a guy. What did she mean by that? Does she want me to kiss her?
"Show you?" I whispered back to her in a quizzical tone.
"Yeah. You know. Show me how you kissed Jason. Was it like this?"
With that she quietly moved over closer to me and put her lips on mine. I almost died at the softness of her lips as they gently brushed against mine. I was petrified as she moved in to kiss me again.
"Come on, Danielle. I know you can kiss better than that. I mean you're experienced. Please show me."
"Gloria, what are you doing?"
"Shhhhhh. You'll wake the other girls. I just want you to show me how you kiss. It's no big deal. So, come on and kiss me."
As she moved her lips closer to mine I could no longer resist her. I just opened my mouth and kissed her like Jason kissed me. Like before it was so nice. Her lips were soft but not mushy. I could still taste a little bit of her lip-gloss, which I found exciting. I eagerly moved my tongue towards her open mouth and French kissed her passionately. She moved closer and pressed her body against mine. I could feel our breasts touching as we held each other tightly. I could also feel a slight pulsating movement in my panties as my excitement grew.
"Wow. I guess you really do know how to kiss. Is it any different kissing a boy like this than kissing me." Gloria whispered.
"Sure it's different. Boys' lips are not as soft and you have to watch where they put their hands all the time. You know. They're always trying to feel you up and stuff."
"That's why they're boys."
And that was how I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up Gloria was still there beside me. I remembered a little of what happened last night but I wasn't really sure if it did happen or if I just dreamed it.
I got up, grabbed my overnight bag and ran into the bathroom. After I peed I took a quick shower, threw on the skirt outfit mom and I bought and fixed my hair a little. As I was doing my hair, the bathroom door opened and Anna came running in. She rushed by me and pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet.
"Oh my God, did I have to pee. I couldn't wait for you any longer. I thought you died in here or something." As she was talking I could hear the sound of her urine stream and I knew she wasn't kidding.
"I can hear that." I laughingly replied.
Anna stood up and cleaned herself with the toilet tissue as I stood there in stunned disbelief trying to act like this was an every day kind of occurrence. As I absently stared at her bush I could see why mom made me shave my area. Anna's hair was very sparse and hardly noticeable. Even though no one would see mine I felt good that it at least looked similar to hers. Well at least the hair part looked similar. There were a few other things that didn't look quite the same.
I turned away and tried to finish my hair as Anna pulled her panties back up and pulled down her nightshirt. This was the closest I ever was to a somewhat naked girl. I knew now that I could never reveal my true self to Anna, Gloria or any of the girls since I have now shared some very private moments with them. I could imagine the screaming and yelling if they ever found out I was a boy. No matter how I felt about dressing as a girl, I realized I had no real choice now not only to continue my charade but also to do it better and more convincingly. Getting exposed as a boy would be too horrible for me.
As we were finishing up in the bathroom, Gloria announced that her mom was going to take us all to the mall for a late breakfast and then we could all do some shopping. Since I was already dressed I just had to do my makeup. Traci had a large mirror in her bag so I was able to sit on the floor and apply my makeup right there as the girls all scurried around to get ready.
It was another one of those strange feelings as I sat there on the floor applying some eye makeup. Although I tried to keep my focus on the task at hand, I found myself frequently looking up from the mirror to watch one of the girls getting dressed. I couldn't believe my good fortune. Here I was in a roomful of young teenage girls all running around in various stages of undress. But my good fortune was also my misfortune. Sure I was able to sit here and see Traci, Anna or Mary Beth topless in their panties but I could never reveal myself to them. They could never know I was not 100% girl so it was almost useless that I could see them like this. It was like you can see, but you can never touch any of them or date them. The only people I would be dating would be boys and that wasn't a thought that made me very happy.
Finally about an hour later we all had our clothes on, our hair styled and our faces made up. We sure looked like five young hotties, or at least we thought we did. Gloria's mom gave her one of her charge cards to pay for our breakfast at the Pancake House.
After we all ate we split up and went to a few different stores in the mall. Most of the girls wanted to go to the music store but Gloria and I decided to go look at some clothes and jewelry. We looked at some cute skirts and tops in one of the trendy stores and then we went into Claire's to look at some jewelry and necklaces. Gloria found a cute pair of earrings that she held up for me to see.
"Danielle, look at these earrings. They say Best Friends on one side and we can get our names on the other side. And they have both of our names in stock. Come on; let's get them... Please."
Without thinking too much I agreed. As we were getting ready to pay, Gloria realized my ears were not pierced.
"Danielle, these are pierced earrings. Come on, they do piercing right here. You might as well just do it now and then you can wear them today. Come on. It's even free with a purchase."
Not knowing how to say no, I agreed and in a few minutes I was the proud owner of two holes in my ears and a pair of new earrings filling the void. I was surprised that it didn't really even hurt but I wasn't all that sure of getting it done.
"Those look so cool, Danielle. How do mine look?"
"Sure. And now we're really best friends."
We met up with the other girls at one of the clothing stores and then we just hung out for a few hours checking out all the cute boys, of course. I thought boys were bad in checking out the girls but I found out that girls are much worse. Some of their comments about bananas even made me blush but I guess I only had myself to blame for that.
Gloria's mom came back a little later and drove us back home. Shortly after we returned my mom called to say she was on her way to pick me up. I was surprised when I heard the doorbell ring and Gloria's mom called to tell me my mom was here. When Gloria and I got to the door, Gloria's mom was telling my mom what a sweet girl I was.
"Danielle is a pleasure. She's such a really sweet girl and I know Gloria and her get along so well." Turning to me, she continued. "Danielle, you're welcome here any time." She then gave me a big hug.
"Thanks, Mrs. Bracco. I had a really nice time. Bye, Gloria. I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow."
"Sure. And thanks for my present. You're the best."
I was surprised to see my dumb brother sitting in the car when mom and I walked out of the house together. And he had that stupid grin on his face.
As soon as I got situated in the back seat of the car, he turned to look at me.
"Where did you get those dumb earrings?"
Mom turned too. "Honey, those are so cute. Oh my God, you got your ears pierced, too."
"You pierced your ears? You really are turning more and more like a girl every day. You'll probably be wearing a bikini this summer."
Ignoring him, I looked at mom. "Gloria wanted to buy these best friend earrings for us to wear. At first I didn't realize they were for pierced ears and when I did, it was too late to back out. So now my ears are pierced."
"Well, honey, they look very nice and I'm sure you'll enjoy having your ears pierced. You'll be able to buy lots of cute earrings now. So, tell me all about your first sleepover party. Did you have fun?"
"Actually it was fun. We talked a lot, listened to music and danced a little bit, ate all kinds of junk and watched some movies on cable. Oh, and we all polished our nails. Gloria even gave us each our own bottle of polish to keep."
"And did you and all your little girlfriends put on your cute little night gowns?" Mikey asked.
"No stupid. We slept nude. Of course we put on our pajamas."
"I bet all the girls just loved yours the best. I can't believe you were able to stay there all night with a bunch of girls and doing all that stupid girly stuff. Now you're polishing your nails and getting your ears pierced. You're turning into the biggest girly girl I know."
"Oh shut up. You're such an idiot and a royal pain in the ass."
"Danielle, is that any way for a young lady to speak? I don't ever want to hear that type of language out of your mouth again. It's very unbecoming of a young lady to ever use that word. I know your brother was teasing you but that is still no excuse for you to act so un-lady like. Now, be a good girl and apologize to your brother right now."
"Mom, he started it. Why should I have to apologize."
"I don't care who started it. He was only teasing you anyway. I will not have my daughter using that kind of language for any reason. Proper young ladies don't talk like that, do they? Now tell your brother you're sorry for such unfeminine language and that you promise to be a good girl from now on."
"Yeah, tell me you're sorry for being so un-lady like." Mikey chimed in.
I wanted to belt him right in the face, sitting there with that ever-present stupid grin on his face but I knew this was one of those defining moments. Here he was sitting in the front where I really belonged. And me, I was sitting demurely in the back seat with my knees pressed together and my hands neatly folded on my lap. My eyes caught sight of my cleanly shaven thighs and my polished nails. Meanwhile my brother was in his jeans with dirt under his fingernails and I was the one being forced to apologize. I looked up and could see my brother staring at me, waiting for me to utter those horrible words of sorrow and remorse. How I wished he were the one wearing panties and bras but I knew that was not to be. Being a girl was my cross and I knew it. And gradually, very gradually I was beginning to accept it. It all kind of hit me in that instant. And I knew saying that apology would seal my fate further. Up until that time I always felt like the big brother, the alpha male. But now sitting there with my clean-shaven legs wearing a mini skirt and cute top, I was in no way an alpha male. In fact I wasn't even a male. I lifted my eyes slightly to glance at my brother. Looking at him I fully realized he had assumed my rightful position. Even though I was technically older he was the big brother now and I was his little sister. I knew it. And what's worse, he knew it, too. I never felt more like a girl than I did right at this instance.
I could sense that mom was getting impatient with me so I grudgingly managed to squeak out an apology to my stupid brother.
"Mikey, I'm sorry that you got under my skin and made me call you that name."
"Go on, Danielle." Mom reminded me that I still had to utter those embarrassing words.
I could see mom looking at me in the rear view mirror as I looked up and said what she wanted to hear. Uttering those words would be the most feminine statement I have made. It was more feminine than attending ballet school and performing in that dance recital. It would be more feminine than attending my last birthday dinner in my pretty dress and high heels. And yes it would make me feel even more girly than when I enrolled in Mount Saint Mary's.
But despite all the issues running through my mind I managed to say it. "And yes, I promise to be a good girl from now on."
I could see mom smiling happily as I lowered my eyes to my lap just like any good girl would.
