"I want you to take your sisters dress and panties to
the dry cleaner. No Bike. You can walk to the mall. I need
time to think about what to do about you. And by the way,
you can use your allowance to pay for the cleaning."
"Aw mom do I have to?" Shawn whined, "what if one of the
guys sees me?"
"You should have thought about that before you decided
to sneak into your sisters things and dress up like a panty
waist sissy" she spat.
Shawn started to beat it out of there before she
could begin another verbal onslaught. He bunched the dress
and panties up into a ball and ran out.
"Oh no you don't missy," she yelled, "I
want
that dress hanging nicely on the hanger. None of this
bunched up nonsense."
Shawn was morose as he trudged up the street towards
the mall, holding the dress high so the hem wouldn't drag.
He was feeling stark terror that one of his friends would
ride up and wonder what he was doing. Was all the makeup
off?
Luckily no one he knew was around and when he was out
of his mothers sight he again gathered up the clothing so
as to hide what he was doing.
The dress isn't a problem, I can just say I'm doing
an errand for my mother. But what about the panties. That's
a strange thing for a boy to bring to the cleaners.
After a few minutes he had an idea.
When he got to the cleaners he put the dress on the
counter in a heap.
"Yes young man?" said the clerk.
"My mom needs this dress drycleaned. She needs it rushed."
"Fine just sign this form." The clerk picked up the dress
and the panties fell onto the counter top. Shawn could
swear he saw the stain he had caused on the panties as
plain as day."and what about these?" said the clerk.
"Oh that must have been with the dress by mistake. Go
ahead and clean it too," said Shawn.
The clerk nodded and Shawn hightailed it out of there
before she could comment on the stain. He breathed a sigh
of relief that at least that was over. "It'll be ready in
an hour" she heard the woman yell after him.
Oh great then I get to face you after you've already
felt the wet spot and know that I'm a sissy little
priss.
If the clerk thought anything like that she kept
it to herself, thankfully. Shawn had spent the hour
wandering the mall and worrying about how his mom was going
to punish him. This wasn't going to blow over soon, he
thought. Would he be grounded or yanked off the team?
Surely his mom was going to make sure that he was sorry for
what he did. Why did I have to put those clothes on? Why
did it have to rain? Why me?
Shawn was nonchalant as he carried the dress home
safely wrapped in plastic. As he neared his house, however,
his anxiety grew at the prospect of again facing his
mother. When he arrived home she was bustling around the
house doing some odd thing. She stopped when she saw him.
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