Ballerina

"But Mooom..."

"No buts, Daniel!" his mother scolded him. "If you didn't want to do it, you shouldn't have made that ridiculous bet in the first place!"

Seeing he wasn't going to get anywhere, the defeated twelve year old returned to his room to mope for a little bit, eyeing the outfit that was laid on his bed. Defeated, he whimpered as he slowly took his clothes off before picking up the first item.

A simple pair of cotton panties. An embarrassed squeak escaped his throat as he slipped his feet through the holes before slowly pulling them up. They were so much tighter than his usual briefs, and soft too... he sighed and picked up the next item, a matching pink undershirt that he pulled on like an ordinary t-shirt. He turned back to the bed and picked up the next item, as he was starting to get into the territory he dreaded: tights.

He stared at the thin pink leggings he held before his eyes, trying to work out how best to get them on. Shrugging his shoulders, he sat on the bed and began to work his feet into them, pulling them up his legs like trousers or pants. The opaque material clung to his legs like a second skin, making him cringe with humiliation as he managed to get his toes into the ends of the legs and the top of the tights around his waist.

He stood up and walked over to the prepared clothing once more, trembling a little as he felt the carpet through the girlish legwear as his thighs rubbed together. He picked up the penultimate article of clothing, deciding that by this point he might as well get it over with. He lowered the leotard down and stepped into it, slipping his legs through the holes like he did with the panties before pulling it up. The frilly tutu extended out from his waist, crinkling with every movement as the humiliated bow slipped his arms through the sleeves. Sighing, he grabbed the shoes and hurried downstairs, his stockinged soles padding on the carpet.

"M-Mom?"

"Hm?" his mother turned, and gasped at the sight of him before grinning. "Well, doesn't our little princess look adorable?" she asked, making the boy blush deeper. He turned to glare at the reason he was in this situation; his little sister, garbed in a similar outfit to his own. The seven year old was giggling at her brother's plight, as he wordlessly sat on the couch. Rolling her eyes, his mother took the satin slippers from him and slid them onto his feet, before coiling the attached ribbons up his legs.

"There we go..." the mother chuckled, looking at her two children in matching outfits. "All dressed and ready for ballet class." She laughed to herself as she picked up her car keys and walked out to get their transport ready. Daniel just folded his arms and pouted childishly as his sister approached.

"Hey, Daniel?"

"What?" he asked sharply, only for his sister to pounce on him. He barely had time to cry out before she pulled off, a satin bow in the same colour as his tutu now tied into his hair.

"Perfect!" she teased as their mother tooted from outside, summoning them. His sister hurried out while the boy ballerina followed, still blushing and pouting. This was going to be a long week...