Andy and Thomas 31

 The next week Rosie and Katie came over to paint our nails for us. We couldn't protest because we were gagged. So we just went along with whatever they said. We took our hosiery off. My hose was coffee colored and Thomas had beige pantyhose on. 

They used nail polish remover to clear our fingers and toes. Then they used their own nail polish to  paint them pink. They put two coats on and talked to each other the whole time like we weren't even there. It's not like we could say anything so we had to listen to their girl talk until they were done painting our nails. 

When it dried they gave us new sundresses that were pink to go put on. They picked out a flesh colored pair of pantyhose for me and a pink pair for Thomas. I hated this so much. We looked ridiculous. We were nothing more than a couple of pantyhose wearing sissies. 

And it was so humiliating having Katie and Rosie see us like this. Imagine being 15 years old and having to spend the whole summer dressed like agirl. And then imagine having two girls your own age see you all dressed up. It wasn't like they were strangers. They went to the same school and lived in the same neighborhood. And here they were painting our nails for us and picking out dresses and bras and pantyhose for us to wear. 

"Hey so you guys know Ashley and Paige. They go to our school. We kind of let it slip to them about you guys being dressed up as girls. Sorry but they promised they wouldn't say anything...as long as they could come over and see you guys."

"MMMMPH! MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH! MMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!" We were practically screaming into our gags. 

"I asked Mrs. G and she said they could come over next week" Rosie said. 

We mmmphed and grunted even more at that. 

Fran came over one day that week to take us for a walk. She was picking out our outfits and getting the wigs together and we dropped to our hands and knees and kissed her sweaty bare feet. Her feet reeked but we kissed them top to bottom like there was no tomorrow.

"Please Fran! You have to get us out of this! You have to talk some sense into Mrs. G. Tell her it's silly for us to be dressing up as girls. Tell her we've learned whatever lesson she wanted us to learn. Tell her anything. Please Fran! Please! You've got to help us Fran!"

"Yeah right. I'm sorry but I enjoy this way too much to tell Mrs. G otherwise. I mean you should see how cute you two look in your dresses and pantyhose. Why would I ever want to talk Mrs. G out of this?"

We gave up begging and let her pick out our clothes. Bras (that we stuffed with padding), panties, and floral patterned sundresses. Thomas put suntan pantyhose and I put black pantyhose on. Then she did our makeup and fixed the blonde wigs on us. Thomas put on his pink heels and I put my orange heels on.

Fran took us for a walk around the neighborhood. We were getting surprisingly comfortable walking in heels which made us very uncomfortable. We passed Rosie's house but she wasn't home, but it reminded us about Paige and Ashley coming over next week which we dreaded. 

She walked us to the park and back without anybody recognizing we weren't girls. It felt so good to get those heels off when we got back. 

We spent the rest of week wearing various dresses and hosiery, being tied up and gagged by Mark and Rob, or cleaning the house when we weren't tied up.

We hardly saw Mark since he was always out with Fran. But whenever she was around he was usually around to. And he had no problem helping Rob tie or tape us up and stuff our mouths with stockings or worn socks.

One night when Rob was out Mark tied us up by himself. We tried begging with him like we did with Fran but he refused to help us either. "I mean I guess I'm partially to blame for this because Rob and I did start tying you up for fun. But the girls clothes was Fran's idea and mom seemed to like it. But your 15 years old. You can stand up for yourselves you know. What's the worst that could happen if you just say no."

So the next morning we tried it. We refused to put on new dresses and pantyhose and told Mrs. G we've had enough. Mrs. G was surprised but she was also prepared. She told us ok but she said then Rosie and Katie would tell everyone at school about us. Mrs. G said they would do it if she told them too. And Rob and Mark and Fran would tell all their friends. We would be totally humiliated.

And that threat put a stop to our brilliant plans. We didn't want all of our friends finding out and we could tell she wasn't joking. We sighed and went to change our dresses and pantyhose.

One day when we were gagged and cleaning up around the house Mrs. G gave us frilly pink aprons to put on over our dresses. I could tell she was trying to punish us and humiliate us for making a stand but we just grunted into our gags and put them on. We cleaned the house with those pink aprons on all day. 

Then the day we were dreading finally came. We were wearing our floral sundresses and pantyhose. My hose was white and Thomas was wearing brown hose. Of course Mrs. G saw to it that we were gagged that day. We begged and pleaded with her not to let Paige and Ashley see us like this. But that only led to Rob gagging us. Mrs. G told him to "shut us up" and he did with a ball of nylons and duct tape. 

Rob used rope to reverse hogtie us downstairs and left us to wait for our guests. Rosie and Katie showed up around noon with Paige and Ashley. 

"Ha ha ha oh wow you weren't kidding!" Ashley said. "Look at them. Look at their adorable little dresses and pantyhose. And are those...are they wearing bras under their dresses?" 

"Uh huh Thomas's mom makes them stuff them with pads" Katie said. 

"Ha hah ha I can't!"

"They look so silly but at the same time they do look kind of cute dressed as girls" Paige said.

"You should see when Mark's girlfriend Fran dresses them up with makeup and wigs" Rosie said. "It's hilarious. But they do make convincing girls. I almost didn't recognize them when they walked past my house one time." 

"They look absolutely ridiculous" Ashley said laughing. "Hey Andy I think you have a run in your pantyhose!" 

I grunted into my gag but she was right. Most of our hose had runs in them. Rosie and Katie untied us and rounded up our clothes so they could go through them. Our gags stayed on. 

The girls decided they wanted to play dress up with us. There was a partition in the basement that we could go behind separately to change our clothes. So they gave us different outfits to wear and we did. We put on yellow sundresses and tan pantyhose. Then white dresses with white hosiery. 

Then they gave me a green dress and green tights to put on and Thomas a pink dress and pink tights. This went on for hours. At one point they had us wearing black dresses with black pantyhose and they had us put black fishnet tights over the hosiery. They were really having fun at our expense.

They had their fun and left but Ashely and Paige said they would be back to paint our nails.

We spent another two weeks bound and gagged and dressed like girls. Some days Mrs. G would let us go swimming or watch TV in the living room. When we watched TV we had to be bound and gagged on the couch.

There was a computer in there that Mrs. G would use sometimes and we would be sitting a few feet away reverse hogtied and gagged on the couch. We would plead with her but she usually ignored us or told us to get comfortable until dinner was ready.

Other days we would clean the house-make beds, vacuum, scrub the floors, do laundry, dust, and anything else she could think of. We had enough of it and decided to beg with her again one day.

We got on our hands and knees and placed kisses all over her sweaty, stinky nylon feet. "Please Mrs. G! Just let us go! I'm so sick of being bound and gagged all the time! And I'm sick of being dressed like a damn sissy!"

I resumed kissing her gross, smelly nylon feet while Thomas pleaded.

"Yeah mom! I can't spend another summer being dressed up like a girl! And I can't standing being tied up and gagged anymore!"

That night Rob and Fran tied and taped us up. They went to gag us with Mrs. G's nylons but we pleaded with them too in the hopes they would show us some mercy. 

"You don't need to gag us! The basement is sound proof! There's no reason to gag us! We'll be quiet I promise!"

"See this is why we have to gag you" Fran giggled. "Because you never know when to shut up."

"PLEASE DON'T GAG US! DON'T GAG US! DON'T GAG--"

My words were cut off with a mouthful of salty tasting worn nylon stockings. They wrapped duct tape around our mouths and heads to gag us and left us alone to struggle.

We survived the first month of summer but there was still two more months to go. We were watching TV one day with our hands taped together, ankles and knees tied, mouth stuffed with stockings, and gagged with tape. We had on bras stuffed with padding, panties, green sundresses, green pantyhose for me, and white pantyhose for Thomas. 

Fran came over and made herself at home. She came in and patted me on the head like a dog. "What's up you little pantyhose wearing sissy?" she asked laughing. 

I grunted into my tight gag.

"Are you excited for today?"

We had no idea what she was talking about but we didn't want to know what they had in store for us.

We found out very soon that Mrs. G decided it was time to update our wardrobes. We were older and bigger and most of our pantyhose had rips or runs in them. And she was bored of us wearing sundresses all the time and wanted to change things up. 

They untied and untaped us and Fran got us ready. We put on our floral sundresses and suntan pantyhose. She did our makeup and put the blond wigs on us. We put our heels on and got in the car. 

Mrs. G and Fran drove us to the mall. We were very nervous. Any other time Mrs. G took us shopping for clothes or shoes she took us to a private store owned by one of her friends when nobody else was in there. But now they were taking us to a crowded mall.

We walked around in our dresses and hosiery and heels always looking around to see if anyone recognized us or noticed we weren't girls. On the way to the store a little boy was sharp enough to spot us. I heard him ask his mom why those two boys were dressed like girls.

The mom gave us an odd look and then muttered something to her son before walking away. We were so humiliated. They took us a store where Mrs. G's friend Jen worked.

"Oh my God! They look so cute!" She was clearly trying not to laugh. We were so embarassed. "Look at their pantyhose! Look at their little heels!" 

When she was done having a laugh she asked Mrs. G what it would be.

"I'm going to need a bunch of new dresses. They have enough bras but maybe some new underwear. And they are going to need more pantyhose."

They picked everything out for us and even made us going into the rooms to try a few things on. Mrs. G paid for everything and her friend "complimented" us again on our clothes and we left humiliated.

But Thomas got lucky and never even got a chance to enjoy his new dresses. His father was taking a vacation and wanted to go away with Rob, Thomas, and Mark. That meant me being left alone with Mrs. G for days.

She had Thomas change back into his regular clothes and she used nail polish remover to clean his fingers and toes. I knew what was in store for me. She ordered Rob to take me downstairs and tie me up.

"Make sure you gag him too" Mrs. G said. "And gag him tight." 

"Nooooo!" I moaned. "You don't have to gag me! I'll be quiet I promise." 

"We can't risk that. Rob take him downstairs and gag him nice and tight."

Rob had something new in store for me. He took knee high socks and put my hands inside of them and pulled them up to my elbows. With the socks over my hands my fingers were completely useless. He then wrapped tape from my elbows to my fingers trapping my hands together.

Then my ankles and knees were tied together. The gag was all that was missing. 

"Mom told me to gag you nice and tight. So I don't think nylons are going to work."

Before I could start begging him not to gag me he crammed his first sock in my mouth.

Then he managed to stuff his other sweaty sock into my mouth. My cheeks were full and bulging. Then the ballgag.

I shook my head no but he was able to shove the ball into my mouth and secure it. Then five wraps of tape. Then an ace bandage was wrapped over that. Then more tape.

Their dad came home and packed a few things for their trip. I could barely make a sound but even if I could the basement was sound proof. I couldn't believe the situation. I was downstairs bound and gagged and upstairs their dad was clueless.