Andy and Thomas 18

We were tied up and gagged on the couch and left in the care of Fran. We were laid down on our sides. At one point Fran sat down on the couch and rested her bare feet right by my face.
I tried to scream "get your feet outta my face!" but with a mouthful of nylons and layers of tape it just came out as muffled grunts and gag noises.
"Sorry Andy. I hope my feet don't smell too bad. It is the summer though and its very hot out. If they smell and you want me to move them all you have to do is ask. Oh I'm sorry I'm always forgetting but you can't really ask for anything with those gags can you? It must be frustrating."

It was frustrating. The tight gags robbed us of our speech. We couldn't speak up or call for help. As much as I hated the gags I hated our clothes more. We were two 13 year old boys being forced to dress like sissies every day. I was wearing a sundress and pantyhose for crying out loud. Our nails were painted every week.

Fran kept her feet in my face for an hour, wiggling her toes to taunt me. She even stuck her toes under my nostrils. With my gag I had no choice but to breathe through my nose and inhale her sweaty, smelly feet. She switched and sat on the other side of the couch so that Thomas could get a whiff of her smelly feet too.

Mrs. G asked how were doing when she got home. "Mmmph" we groaned.
"Well just sit tight and watch TV for now. I'll let you take your gags off when dinner is ready."

We spent another few hours tied up and gagged before we were untied for dinner. I was so relieved to take that gag off. Of course it didn't last. After dinner we got to shower and use the bathroom. Then Mark helped Rob tape our hands up in the basement and gag us with their moms worn nylons and duct tape.

Our gags didn't come off until the morning for breakfast. Mrs. G had a little surprise for us. "I'm going to start giving you boys a little more freedom around the house so you don't have to stay tied up and gagged downstairs all day. You're still going to be tied up downstairs at night. And you will be gagged even if you're not tied up. But you won't have to spend all day downstairs. And I figured since you're already wearing girls clothes we should get you shoes to fit the part. So today we're going shoe shopping."

Fran was there to help her doll us all up. We changed separately in the bathroom into new trainer bras and panties, orange sundresses, and tan pantyhose. Fran did our makeup and put lipstick on us. Then she fitted blonde wigs on us and brought over flat shoes in our sizes.

Mrs. G drove us to her friends shop all dressed up. It was closed but Mrs. G's friend opened it up early just for us to shop privately.
"What adorable little girls they make" her friend said.
"I love their little dresses and pantyhose. So what do you need?"
"Shoes. I want them to have a flat pair of shoes each. I also think some flip flops for the summer are a good idea. And I think they should also get used to wearing heels. Maybe some wedges too."

They picked out pink flip flops in our sizes. Then they had us try on two pair of black flat shoes. Then we each tried on heels until Mrs. G found ones that she liked for us. She picked pink heels for Thomas and these hideous orange heels for me. She got us wedges too. She made us try them all on. The heels and wedges were not easy at all to walk around with.

We weren't happy about it but Mrs. G kept her promise and give us more freedom around the house. But freedom came at a price. We still had to be gagged and we had to wear the shoes around the house.

We spent a few weeks like that. We'd do chores around the house in our heels or flats or wedges. Fran would take us on walks and they'd let us wear the pink flip flops. She let us going swimming as long as were wore the pink bikinis. We got to watch TV. We were gagged of course but at least we weren't tied up.

Rob and Mark would tie, tape, and gag us in the basement every night. We would always protest the gagging.
"You don't have to gag us!" we cried. "The basement is sound proof! Nobody can hear us! There's no reason for you to gag us!"
You could imagine how much good that did us. Every night we were gagged with six stockings each and our mouths were wrapped in duct tape.

Towards the end of summer Mrs. G went to go visit her sister which left us at the mercy of Mark, Fran, and Rob.
The first day Fran was in charge of us. She got us all dressed up, did our wigs and makeup, and took us for a long walk through the neighborhood. Rosie and Katie were hanging outside of Rosie's house when we passed and they recognized us intantly in our dresses and hose and blond wigs. We were wearing the black flat shoes instead of the flip flops.

They asked if they could stop by and paint our nails. We protested of course but Fran told them it was fine.
She took us home and told us to "open wide" so she could stuff Mrs. G's worn nylons in our mouths and gag us with tape. We sat quietly in the living room watching TV until Rosie and Katie showed up.

They used nail polish remover to clean our faded nail polish and then they painted our fingers and toes pink. We ate later on and spend the rest of the night bound and gagged in the basement.

The next day we ate breakfast, changed into new bras and panties, pink sundresses, and pink pantyhose for both of us. We were reverse hogtied and gagged by Rob in the living room. He briefly tickled our feet. He said it was a little preview of what was coming later.

We sat bound and gagged and watched TV in silence. The doorbell rang and Rob answered it. It was our friend Derek who was wondering where we were. "They're a little tied up right now" Rob said. "But I'll tell them you stopped by."