Boy gets accused of spying on his neighbor. Somehow this results in him wearing her dress in his treehouse. Somehow THIS leads to Mom declaring he'll be wearing girl clothes at home.
Do I know/have any sissy story experts following me?
I'm trying to find one, but I've checked Sissykiss, Pettipond, Buffalo Betties, and Crystal's Story Site with no luck
Details below (this is all half remembered)
The little Mouse's back and ears hurt & she couldn't stop shaking. It was difficult to walk, there was something wrong with her foot. The night was scathe-fire, red as hell. Her home, an empty can of Foul Mudammas, was gone. What she saw, what she heard, were ragged swords, fragments so terrible, so wicked, they would not be pieced together in a thousand years. A violent, acrid tempest, untethered screams, shouting, desperate shouting like a sea in storm. One man howling, my beloved, my beloved, my moon, my beloved. There are piles of smouldered fragments. They would not be pieced together in a thousand years. Burnt melted bomb soldered tents, fragments, fragments, fragments of the loved, a rose-pink blanket, soot charring deep in soft knitted folds; coloured pencils, burnt to charcoal, a football sticker book, child-lorn, a sooted rabbit, child-lorn, child-lorn. Where do I go now, whispered the little Mouse, where do I go now. There is no safe home for me, there is no safe home for me, there is no safe home for me.
Tethered as he was, he knew they would be able to stare for as long as they wanted. He got down on his belly to try to be as unnoticeable as possible. Maybe it would rain. He would happily take a whole day of sitting inside, being brainwashed by those puppy singalongs over this!
Phoenix grumbled as he walked down the hall to his room. He never let anyone come over because Mom kept his puppy photos everywhere, all prissy and pink. He had finally put his foot down and been allowed to be his natural cream color, but Mom still insisted on bows.
He groaned as he heard the voices of a few of the neighbor dogs. They were younger than him and had feared him, but once word spread that he was now pink and puppified, they loved to walk past for no reason other than to try to catch a glimpse of him.