After the trip to the mall, Josh was constantly dressed up in one of the skimpy dresses or sets of lingerie. Any shred of masculinity he tried to hold onto was hidden deep under lace and satin. Just now, he wore a pink corset with a floral pattern and matching panties.
He mopped the hallway floor. It had been raining lately, so the floors were covered in muddy shoe prints as if he didn't have enough things to do on his plate already.
His efforts to impress the girls and please them by doing extra chores in hopes of gaining favor had the opposite effect. Instead of them becoming nicer and more pleasant toward him, they became more demanding, expecting him to keep up his extra effort and acting as if he was slacking off. His workload only got larger as time went on. He was slowly but surely getting overwhelmed. He had already put off his studies for the time being, but soon he'd have to start putting off sleep if he were to have any chance to keep up with what was required of him.
It was just him and Vicky in the house right now. He could hear her talking on the phone upstairs. Hearing only one side of the conversation didn't make it easy, but he pieced together what she was talking about. She was talking to Tina, the girl they met at the mall, an ex-classmate of theirs. Josh didn't care for her uppity attitude and didn't want her invading their space. Unfortunately, they had agreed on a sleepover, and that's what he heard Vicky talking about with her. He wasn't sure when that would be, but he heard the words 'today' and 'tonight' a few too many times, making him worry.
The girls all hate her, that much was clear to him. So why were the girls nice to her? And why do they want to have her over? Whatever the reason, he was sure that it would get really awkward with her here. He'll probably have to spend the night hidden away in his room. At least he will have some time to study for once.
Wait a minute. Josh stopped his mopping, realizing what day it was. Sunday. The day he was supposed to be unlocked and allowed some relief. The girls haven't mentioned it lately, and he knew better than to bring it up himself, that would surely make them keep him locked up for longer, and that mustn't happen. He could already hardly think when he saw one of the girls with most of their bodies exposed, his imagination running wild. Their constant teasing that seemed to ramp up recently wasn't helping him either.
He forcefully slammed the mop back down on the dirty floor. If his unlocking got moved because of Tina coming over, he'd probably lose it.
Vicky cleared her throat somewhere behind him. Her phone call was long over. He swiftly fumbled and turned around to face her.
"Make sure you tidy up in the living room and upstairs with extra care," she told him with a smile as if he didn't do that every day anyway.
He nodded his head. "Yes, Miss." Vicky didn't move and just stood there leaning against the doorway. Josh returned to mopping the floor.
"You know," she spoke again. "Tina is coming over tonight, and we'll have a sleepover together with the rest of the girls."
Josh didn't react and just kept on mopping, dreading what she would tell him next.
"It'll be quite a party, so you'll have to prepare us some sandwiches and other snacks for later so that you don't have to run off into the kitchen all the time."
Josh paused. What did she mean by 'run off into the kitchen'? He looked up at her.
"What is it?" asked Vicky with a smirk, happy that she finally got him to react.
"Um, and what will I be doing tonight, Miss?"
"Serving us, as always, dummy."
His heart started beating faster. "So, Tina knows about me?"
"You mean, about you being my obedient little slave?" she asked and chuckled. "No. She doesn't. And I'm inclined to keep it that way, don't worry."
Josh relaxed a bit but waited for her to elaborate on what exactly he would be doing tonight.
"You'll be on your best behavior, of course. A nice gentleman to us, like at the mall, pampering and spoiling us all night long. Within limits, of course. We'll have to dress you up in some boring clothes again," Vicky paused as if thinking about something.
"And uh, Miss, what if Tina asks why am I doing all this for you?" he asked.
"Hmm, maybe we'll say you lost a bet or something, okay?"
"Whatever you think is best, Miss," he answered. As if he had any other choice.
Vicky smiled at him. "That's what I like to hear," she started to walk off but then popped back up from behind the corner. "And don't think I forgot what day it is today. Despite all your misgivings, I have noticed how much you try. So, as long as you behave tonight, I promise that you'll get that release that you crave so much," she giggled briefly. "Otherwise, good luck next week."
"Thank you, Miss, I'll behave, don't worry."
She nodded and went back upstairs. Josh waited for a moment, expecting her to pop up again, but she was gone. His heart slowly returned to a steady rhythm, and he resumed his chores.
Just as he was finishing the hallway floor, Becka, Gemma, and Dottie returned, carrying bags filled with all kinds of snacks and junk food, with diet sodas and fruit juices underneath.
"Hiya, slave," Gemma greeted him as they all walked past him into the kitchen.
"Vicky's upstairs?" asked Becka, returning shortly from the kitchen.
"Yes, Miss," he replied and looked back down at the floor, a fresh set of dirty prints undoing all his hard work. He sighed and returned to mopping the floor.
He heard a voice upstairs and then a quick patter of footsteps going back down the stairs. "Dweeb, come with me," said Becka and walked back up the stairs.
He nodded and quickly spurted out, "Yes, Miss," following her upstairs into his room. On his bed was a gray t-shirt and jeans.
"That's what you'll wear tonight, no collar. Quickly put them on and then come out, I'll be waiting in the car," said Becka and walked out before he could ask her where they were going.
He took off the corset and his collar and put on the regular boy clothes. Somehow he felt weirder wearing them than before.
Vicky's car was in the driveway. He got into the car on the passenger side and put on his seatbelt. Becka was messing with the radio. After scrolling past multiple alternative music stations, she finally settled on a more generic pop station.
"Okay, all set?" she asked, looking up at him briefly before starting the car without waiting for his reply.
"Um, where are we going, Miss?" he asked, unable to take the suspense any longer.
"We need to get some booze for tonight, the guy at the gas station wouldn't sell us any. Buzzkill. You were twenty-one already, so you can get us some."
