Sunday, 26 October 2014

Edward, Sean and the Naked at Home Program - Revision

I'm pleased to post the following story which was written by Steam Train. It is based on characters and events depicted in the stories "Anthony and the Play-Shorts" posted November 2012 and "Anthony gets the Blame" posted August 2014.

 Edward, Sean and the Naked at Home Program
Steam Train

The Reverend Parks was still puzzled about where he had found the missing flannel. He had not expected to find it under Anthony's bed. He had set out on his search with Mrs Gladys Havering's approval, convinced in his own mind that both Edward and Sean Havering needed to be taken down a peg or two and planning to have, initially at least, Edward humiliated like just like he had engineered for Anthony!

He had enjoyed seeing Anthony humiliated and punished. In fact the Reverend Parks had concluded that Anthony's humiliation the second time around was greater than the first time, thanks mainly to Sean's suggestion that Anthony be stripped totally naked before his mouth was washed out. The fact that 14 year old Anthony's genital development was only in the earliest stages of puberty and that he still totally lacked any body hair below his neck line had added to the Reverends appreciation of Anthony's humiliation and punishment and the total nakedness had sown the seeds in his mind about how he might bring to fruition one of his deepest desires!

To start to bring about the fruition of this desire, the Reverend organised to talk to Anthony's mother Hetty, the Tuesday straight after Anthony's second punishment and deliberately built up a conversation with her regarding Anthony's habitual desire to expose himself.

The Reverend had often heard Anthony's mother state to whoever would listen that she was a firm believer in the beneficial effects of bare legs, forever telling everyone how healthy it was to let as much sun and fresh air as possible get to her Anthony's body. It had therefore been a relatively easy thing for the Reverend to suggest that the best cure for Anthony's desire to expose himself was to take the concept of healthy exposure to as much fresh air and sun as possible one step further and require Anthony to be naked at all times when at home.

"No hair it is alright to be bare" the Reverend had told Anthony's mother, "besides boys are usually excessively modest and therefore should learn not to be overly modest around their own home". The Reverend had also assured Hetty that even though Anthony seemed to be less modest than a lot of boys his age, clearly having a desire to expose himself, she would soon find that if she adopted his recommendations which were of course based on his extensive dealings with teenage children, that very soon Anthony would be so used to being seen naked by family, friends and neighbours that he would quickly be cured of his desire to expose himself!

Hetty had initially taken the Reverend's naked proposal concerning Anthony with a good deal of shock and disbelief but as their in depth conversation continued she came to realise that the Reverend Parks was very experienced in dealing with teenage issues and if he, an ordained minister considered nudity for boys around the house morally acceptable then it might well be the right thing to do! She had always believed that the more exposure a boys body had to fresh air and sun the better, so the Reverends totally naked proposal began to make good sense after she had time to consider it.

Only last weekend Anthony had thought that anything would be better than his dreadful play-shorts even swim-trunks but after returning home from school Tuesday afternoon to the news that his mother and the Reverend Parks had decided that Anthony should go around his house and backyard naked at all times, Anthony's opinion of his his play-shorts took a dramatic turn for the better!

Despite the fact that his mother regularly saw him naked, Anthony was feeling totally humiliated and embarrassed as his mother methodically undressed him till he was stark naked and then sent him off to do his homework. He had pleaded with his mother that he was very happy to wear his play-shorts and would never complain about them again if she let him wear them around the house. He even volunteered to go shirtless so as to expose more air and sunlight to his skin. His mothers only reply was to state that totally naked his skin would soak up even more air and sunlight plus the Reverend Parks had affirmed that total nudity would also cure him of his desire to constantly expose himself!

Anthony felt very ill at ease doing his homework, sitting totally naked at the kitchen table. His mothers instruction that he was to remain naked in the house and back yard even when his mother had friends over or his relatives called to visit was terrible but the worst aspect was that he would have to remain naked even when his school friends visited, this was a horrific thought!

It was all so unfair! He could just imagine the giggles and comments his cousins Edward and Sean would make when they again saw him naked and found out that he had to stay that way at home at all times. Edward who would turn 14 in three months and Sean who would turn 12 next month had not been brought up anything like the way Anthony had and now with his mothers new naked at home policy the differences between Anthony and his cousins had become even more diverse.

Anthony despised both Edward and Sean. They had been allowed long trousers and fashionable clothes from an early age. They could do no wrong in the eyes of his aunty and his mother and they always made sure that they were well behaved when any grown-ups were about! Last Sunday had in fact been the first time that Anthony had ever seen Edward in particular but also Sean squirming with any uneasiness and looking like they might actually be in trouble. His short held hope that they were to be punished had soon been dashed and now as he sat in the kitchen totally naked, he was already dreading the next time they would visit, as he just knew it would be even more utterly humiliating than ever before!

In the past Anthony could never understand why, if it was so healthy for him to go bare-legged, why Edward and Sean were not also in short trousers? Now he was being made to go around his own home totally naked exposing to everyone who visited the fact that at fourteen years of age his genitals, though no longer little boyish were still perfectly hairless! Edward who would soon be fourteen years of age himself had tormented Anthony unmercifully since he had recently discovered Anthony's secret that he had yet to grow any pubes! Anthony knew for a fact that both Edward and Sean masturbated more than he did, which embarrassingly proved to Anthony that both his cousins were more developed than himself. Even his younger cousin Sean who would only turn twelve next month had given him hell about his lack of development. It was Sean In fact who had told him in a private exchange of information, that both Edward and he masturbated and that they even did it to each other! In return Anthony had confessed to Sean that even though he had no pubes, he too could shoot and also how many times he masturbated each week!

The Reverend Parks had been prepared to bide his time in taking Edward and then Sean down a peg or two but last Sunday's second punishment of Anthony and his subsequent very successful conversation with Anthony's mother Hetty about controlled nudity had left the Reverend with a strong desire to have both Edward and Sean as naked at home as their cousin Anthony! The Reverend had quickly realised that if both Hetty and Gladys enthusiastically adopted his naked at home program then he could very well have later ongoing success in persuading the parents of some of his very cute church choir boys to enrol their sons in the program.

The Reverend now regretted his statement to Anthony's mother "No hair it is alright to be bare" because Edward who would be his first target was nearly 14 years of age and undoubtedly had pubic hair. Still, he consoled himself that he could still engineer Edward being naked at least once to establish beyond doubt that Edward did have pubes and so decided very quickly in his own mind that even once naked would be so worth it!

The other thing that still played on the Reverends mind was Anthony's assertion last Sunday about the flannel, “I wouldn’t have left it lying around like that…”. The Reverend had felt Anthony's statement to be true! Anthony may be immature and submissive for his age but he certainly was not stupid or that naive that he would just have left it there and if it was true then how did the flannel get under Anthony's bed? The Reverend Parks equally felt that Edward was also not that stupid or naive that he would have masturbated into his own flannel and left it to be found under Anthony's bed. So in the Reverends mind that only left eleven year old Sean!

Could Sean have placed the flannel there, yes that was possible the Reverend decided, in fact it was the only logical explanation. The Reverend had long held the belief that Sean like Edward needed to be taken down a peg or two and it was, the Reverend decided, just the sort of thing Sean might do. He was, despite his mother Gladys starry eyed opinion of her younger son, mischievous and he could have deliberately set out to get Anthony and possibly even his brother Edward into trouble!

But where could the still eleven year old Sean have got the cum to saturate the flannel ..... unless .....

Due to two funerals and a wedding it was Friday before the Reverend Park could meet up with Mrs Havering and progress his plan for Edward and Sean.

Mrs Havering had of course spoken with her sister Hetty a number of times since Monday on the phone about Anthony's new naked at home regime. Unlike her sister she had never believed that exposing growing boys to lots of fresh air was of any use, but when the Reverend visited for tea and sandwiches she found it very difficult to explain her objections about the program he had put in place with her sisters approval for Anthony.

Reverend Parks could see that the seed he had planted at the previous afternoon tea session with Gladys Havering was bearing some fruit. Gently he coaxed Mrs Havering to open up and reveal just how well he had succeeded in cultivating within her, suspicions about Edward.

“Vicar, from what I have observed of Edward based on the things you told me last week to look out for, I do now believe he may we'll be very close to falling into moral degradation! His denial on Sunday that he doesn't ...... masturbate is undoubtedly true, I have after all brought him and Sean up with a very strong moral grounding. However having observed Edward for the signs you mentioned too look out for, I think that you are correct in your assessment that Edward though he is not yet ...... masturbating, it is more than likely, due to pressures from outside of our family, for Edward to fall into the grips of that sin very soon.

It saddens me to have come to this conclusion, but after my discussion with you and also with my sister Hetty, I agree with you vicar that if this is not nipped in the bud, Edward will become morally corrupt as well as corrupt his younger brother Sean!

The Reverend was very pleased with this response and was smart enough to bide his time with Sean who he was convinced was as bad if not worse than his brother and so did not raise his suspicions about Sean with his mother at that time, deciding instead to wait till the right moment presented itself!

Taking his initiative from Mrs Havering the Reverend replied, " You are correct Gladys, we must act and nip Edwards thoughts and actions in the bud before they can further corrupt him and his brother. You told me last week that I should do what ever I think is necessary, I firmly believe the only course of action is to implement a naked at home program, just like your sister Hetty has implemented for Anthony".

Only a few days ago Gladys would never have even considered a suggestion that her older boy be made to go around the house naked, but she had discussed Anthony's naked time in depth with her sister and also had to agree with her sister that the Reverend Parks was very experienced in dealing with teenage issues and the fact that he, an ordained minister considered nudity for boys around the house morally acceptable actually made her at least partially receptive to the idea.

"Usually boys are excessively modest and this I believe is part of the problem. It will greatly help nip growing thoughts and reduce excessive modesty by being naked around the house". As your sister states, the added exposure to fresh air will also help purge mind and body of the sinful thoughts and actions you are concerned about!"

"My sister Hetty has always been a firm believer in the beneficial effects of bare legs, always telling me how healthy it would be to let as much sun and fresh air as possible get to Edward and Sean's bodies. Your concept vicar of taking the healthy exposure to as much fresh air and sun as possible one step further and requiring Edward to be naked at all times when at home, certainly now seems to have some merit to me, but Hetty said you also stated that, "No hair it is alright to be bare" Edward will be fourteen in a few months and whilst I have not seen him naked in years, he behaves in a very nature manner and so I imagine he has got pubic hairs! Would this not mean that it would be morally wrong for him to go around this house naked"

Reverend Parks had regretted his "No hair it is alright to be bare" statement the moment it had left his lips, but he had expected this objection and so he had thought through his answer.

"It is perfectly acceptable Gladys for a teenage boy with body hair to be naked in front of his parents and close family, but you are correct, they should not be seen naked with body hair in front of friends, neighbours and the wider community especially those of the opposite sex. There is however an easy solution, all you need to do is ensure that Edwards body hair is totally removed by the regular use of a razor before his friends or neighbours see him naked around the house. You and I are both now certain that Edward needs to be less modest and have his skin exposed to plentiful air and sun as well as being seen around this house naked by family, friends and neighbours, so that his budding teenage desires and fascination with the functions of the teenage body are extinguished by making nudity in the appropriate setting, the home, an everyday non event!"

"Yes Vicar, of course, how simple!"

" No hair it is alright to be bare" the Reverend Parks again stated out aloud whilst secretly his mind rejoiced in his success!

"I would propose that we implement this program for Edward and Sean on Sunday after church." the Reverend suggested. "Please invite your sister and Anthony over as well, your house is like a second home to them so Anthony should be made to be naked as soon as he is inside in line with the program. I thought is that with Anthony being naked it will help you and I to settle your boys into being naked for the first time"

"Sunday yes ... but wait .... not for Sean, surly you just meant to say just Edward?"

"No Mrs Havering, I meant both! This is not a punishment this is a lifestyle change to ensure that the moral teachings you have imparted to both your sons stay untainted! Sean is nearly twelve and whilst I am sure you are correct that he is too young to be concerned with the issues that are challenging Edward and Anthony, he too will benefit greatly from exposure and by the time his teen years arrive, which is only a little over twelve months away, Sean will have no excessive modesty issues and so will be far less likely to fall into temptation!"

“But Sean is so pure! Surely he doesn't need to be … no .... no you are right vicar, prevention is better than a later much more difficult cure, this must be prevented from happening to my pure little Sean! Yes ... Yes I will agree to what you are proposing as I see clearly now that it is not a punishment but a means of maintaining the purity of both my boys! So .... Sunday after church it shall be! I will invite Hetty and Anthony over as well. We must act!"

The choir of the Reverend Parks church practised every Friday evening of school terms and after practice the all boy choir took a few minutes to have a juice and relax. Every one of the boys was between the ages of 10 and 14. The choir boys were selected by the choir director Mrs Sangster but with a lot of input from the Reverend Parks, so it was no surprise that they all had the look of young angels especially the fourteen year old Head Chorister Charles Cobb. The Reverend could often be heard commenting how their voices were a gift from God, what he didn't utter out aloud was his thought that their bodies were also a gift from God.

Several of the older boys stayed after practise with the Reverend Parks to put out the choir robes and place the programs at the doors of the church ready for Sunday.

Charles as the Head Chorister was always the last to leave and walk the ½ mile to his house with one of his parents. This night it was Charles's father Thomas who was waiting to escort his son home.

The Reverend Parks got along very well with Thomas Cobb who was also Chairman of the Parish Council. Mr Cobb was ex army and a firm believer in strong discipline for juveniles. The Reverend had long ago realised that any mention to Mr Cobb of misbehaviour or inattentive performance at choir sessions lead to Charles being punished firmly and swiftly.

The Reverend had first got his ideas about the naked at home program from the way Mr Cobb handled his son. Charles was always spanked naked, Mr Cobb expressing the firm view that humiliation was equally as important as pain in any punishment.

The excitement of his success with Anthony and the imminent upcoming stripping of Edward and Sean Havering had the Reverend very aroused. It was to be Charles on this Friday night who was suffer due to the Reverends current state.

A few words to Charles in front of his father about how the Reverend felt Charles had not payed full attention all of the time at choir practise but instead had drifted off into adolescent daydreaming and Mr Cobb, as the Reverend had expected, acted swiftly.

Mrs Sangster and the other boys and their parents had left so they were alone in the church sacristy. Mr Cobb ordered Charles to him and immediately pulled Charles's polo shirt over his head revealing his hairless armpits. Next he stripped off the boys joggers and socks then Charles’s tight Levis leaving only his black briefs hiding his teenage treasures. With a deliberately slow pull of those protective black briefs down Charles's hairless tanned legs, his very noticeable tan lines appeared, framing his previously most private set of mainly still boyish, fourteen year old, totally hairless organs. This young blond teen Adonis with his unbroken treble voice had a long but still boyishly slender penis with not yet hanging testicles inside his plump hairless scrotum.

Once naked, Mr Cobb positioned one of the sacristy chairs and pulled Charles over his knee before administering six very hard hand smacks to the boys ideally positioned lily white bottom!

Whilst Charles was stood totally naked in one of the corners of the sacristy with his lily white bottom facing the room, showing two very red patches from the very recent spanking, the Reverend broached the topic of his new naked at home policy and how his inspiration had been Mr Cobb.

Before Charles was allowed out of the corner and to dress, Mr Cobb and Reverend Parks had already made an appointment for the next week to plan an expansion of the Reverends naked at home program into the choir and the wider parish community! From his naughty corner Charles could already sense that he would in the future be spending a lot more time at home naked than he was currently!

Just like last Sunday, Edward and Sean whined to their mother “Aw, do we have to go?” The boys had got very used to having Sunday mornings free to play whilst their mother went to church with their aunty. It was only last Sunday that Mrs Havering had informed them that in the future they would be attending church every Sunday!

Mrs Havering gave a short blunt reply “Yes you do."

“That's not fair…” Edward added.

“That’s enough… Your cousin Anthony goes to church every Sunday and you two are joining him from now on as well…”

“But…" Sean tried to protest

"You are all going to church and that’s settled,” interjected an annoyed Mrs Havering who was not at all used to being questioned by her children about her decisions. "After church like last week the Reverend Parks will be paying us a visit and I have also invited Aunt Hetty and Anthony to visit as well.

Momentarily both Edward and Sean wondered why the vicar was calling again but their thoughts soon centred upon whether their cousin Anthony would have to get totally naked at their house. They had heard about the vicars naked at home program that Anthony had been put on, but during this first week they had not had the opportunity to visit and see Anthony naked!

It was Sean who asked what both boys wanted to know, "Will Anthony have to get naked once he is in our house?

"Yes he will, our house is like a second home to him just like Aunt Hetty's is to you. I have already discussed this with your aunt over the phone!"

Both Edward and Sean had to turn away so their mother did not notice the open delight at this prospect on their faces.

Like last Sunday, Edward and Sean presented themselves dressed in their best casual clothes for their mum’s inspection.

Gladys Havering looked them both up and down. Both boys were wearing the same light-coloured chinos they’d worn the previous Sunday to church along with their best open-neck shirts and clean shoes. They both looked so mature all dressed up, but unknown to the boys Gladys was trying to ignore a strange feeling of excitement that was building up deep inside her as she imagined her two sons removing those very same clothes and joining Anthony in the vicars naked at home program.

Looking to distract her strange thoughts whilst beginning to get her two sons thinking about a life style change in clothing for them she commented, "Anthony wears short trousers all year round, maybe instead of chinos, I should buy you both some nice short trousers to wear to church so that your skin is more exposed to fresh air and light. Your Aunt Hetty swears by the beneficial effects of exposure of a boys skin to air and sun!

“Short trousers are for sport and the beach” said Sean

“I am no longer so sure about that, Sean,” Mrs Havering replied.

"Mom I am too old to wear shorts, I'm nearly fourteen, I'd die of humiliation and embarrassment if I was ever seen by my friends wearing shorts to church!" Edward asserted.

Gladys Havering smiled ever so briefly and thought to herself that the humiliation and embarrassment of wearing shorts may soon be a minor concern to her son once he has to let those same friends he is worried about, see him totally naked at home.

"Well Anthony is already fourteen and he still wears shorts without a word of complaint, so if I do decide to buy you some short trousers, I will expect you to be compliant like your cousin" stated Mrs Havering.

Neither Edward or Sean like the sound of the way their mum was talking. Both boys hated the very idea of wearing short trousers anywhere except for sport and at the beach!

Mrs Havering and her sons were delayed as they left for church by Mrs Webb their next door neighbour who asked if Gladys could mind her daughter Tiffany after they returned from church.

Mrs Webb had been offered, at late notice, a spare ticket to attend a symphonic concert at the performing arts centre.

Tiffany Webb did did not look happy about the prospect of spending another afternoon with Edward and Sean, both of whom she disliked. The feeling from the boys about her was equally mutual!

The boys were confused as to their mothers reluctance to mind twelve year old Tiffany, as it was something that had happened many time before over the years. They knew they were staying at home because the Reverend Parks was calling again after church so why the sudden reluctance?

Then it occurred to Edward that the probable reason for his mothers reluctance was the fact that his cousin Anthony would also be present and he would be naked in keeping with his new naked at home program. He realised that his mother did not want Tiffany seeing Anthony naked, but Edward sure did. This would be far better than any tormenting or humiliation he could devise for his cousin.

"Mom, Tiffany is almost like family, she is always welcome to stay" Edward stated deliberately trying to back his mom into a corner.

Edwards statement brought a look of disbelief from both Sean and Tiffany and forced Gladys Havering into explaining with a great deal of unease to Mrs Webb all about the Reverend Parks naked at home program. Finally at the end of the explanation she broached the subject of her nephew Anthony and the reasons why he had been put on the program and that Anthony would be naked at their house that afternoon!

Before the shocked Mrs Webb could respond, the now very eager to stay Tiffany Webb stated,"This will so help me with my school assignments in sex education. I struggle in making sense of the drawings in the text book, but the Reverend Parks program sounds like a wonderful opportunity for me to better visualise and understand what the teachers are on about!"

Neither Mrs Webb or Mrs Havering were in the least bit convinced that it was in Tiffany's better interest that she see Anthony naked and it was a long hard battle of words before Tiffany with some critical support from Edward who to Sean's surprise actively supported Tiffany's suggestion that at twelve years of age, girls were more mature than boys and needed to be familiar and at ease around naked boys. Tiffany explaining that she hoped to be offering her services as a babysitter in the local community once she turned thirteen and would need to know all about boys.

Mrs Webb was forced to agreed that Tiffany had already spoken with her a number of times about babysitting and dealing with boys, so somewhat reluctantly she came to the conclusion that her daughter was growing up fast and that it would be beneficial for Tiffany to be there!

With Tiffany's attendance now decided, Gladys took Mrs Webb aside and had a private conversation out of earshot of the boys and Tiffany where she explained that she would also be implementing the Reverends naked at home program with her two boys after church. Tiffany would in fact be seeing three boys naked not one!

Mrs Webb was by now coming to grips with the concept of the naked at home program and actually felt that having three boys naked would in fact make for a more beneficial learning experience for her daughter, given that the three boys were of different ages and undoubtedly different stages of development. Mrs Webb promised Gladys that she would instruct Tiffany when she told her about Edward and Sean also being put on the naked at home program, not to let on or torment the two boys that they were going to be stripped naked when they got home.

Neither of the boys liked the way their mother and Mrs Webb kept looking over at them and smiling but the boys were happy that the drawn out conversation looked like it would result in them running late for church!

Tiffany was still very surprised that Edward had supported her claims that it would be beneficial to her to see Anthony naked. Edward had for years tormented her at every opportunity he got, always insisting that boys were superior to girls. Now he had actually agreed that girls at her age were far more mature than boys of a similar age.

"So Edward, I was so pleased to hear directly from you that you now accept that at twelve years of age I am much more mature than boys around my age and so it is acceptable for me to see boys as old as fourteen year old Anthony naked. Sooooo .... Sean is still eleven and your only thirteen so I guess that means I am mature enough to see both of you naked too" Tiffany tormented, not yet knowing that after church she was in fact actually going to be allowed to see both Edward and Sean naked!

"Fuck off Tiffany" Edward replied quietly so that he was not heard by the adults, "I only said that to make sure cousin Anthony's visit will be more embarrassing for him. You know what? He's still totally hairless down below where it really matters to a teenager. I might be a bit younger than him but I am much more mature, but perhaps mom might allow you to see Sean naked"

"Fuck off the both of you" Sean replied just as his mom ordered them to hurry along to church, abruptly ending the conversation with Tiffany.

Despite the fact that Edwards support of Tiffany had resulted in him giving her ammunition to torment them both about her being mature enough to see them naked, both Edward and Sean agreed on the way to church that the fact that Tiffany was coming over straight after church would be a huge source of embarrassment and humiliation for Anthony, The boys therefore agreed not to torment their cousin about his new naked at home program till they got home, especially as they were not sure if Anthony knew he would have to undress when he got there. Better to enjoy his added embarrassment and humiliation when he had to get naked at their house with Tiffany watching!

Arriving late at church, Sean and Edward could almost feel the Reverend Parks glare upon them and then during the service he more than once looked directly in their direction. The Reverend was pleased to note the worried looks on both boys faces.

Still feeling uneasy about the Reverends glares, Sean asked his mom as soon as they were out of the church, “What’s Reverend Parks coming over to us again for?”

Anthony's ears nervously picked up on Sean's question!

“He’s been very helpful to your Aunt Hetty and myself since last Sunday, so I thought it only polite to ask him to visit us again this Sunday.”

Anthony, Edward and Sean's anxiety level only increased when the Reverend Parks came over to talk to their mothers. He was accompanied by the Parish Council Chairman Mr Cobb and his son Charles.

Anthony blushed furiously as he was introduced to Mr Cobb as the first boy placed into the new naked at home program. Mr Cobb then introduced his son Charles as the second boy placed under the naked at home program, causing the blond Adonis to blush as profusely as Anthony.

Soon Edward and Sean were blushing too as their mother introduced them and Mr Cobb asked the boys if they would like to join the program.

"We're good boys!" Sean was quick to respond with Edward nodding his head in agreement.

"My Charles is a good boy but I have put him in the program" Mr Cobb responded.

The two Havering boys did not like where this conversation was going and were very thankful when the Reverend raised the fact with both ladies that Mr Cobb was the inspiration for the program, and diverted the conversation away form them participating.

By the time Mrs Havering and her sister turned to walk home, Mr Cobb and Charles were also invited join with the vicar and partake in tea at the Havering house. As Hetty and Gladys walked along in private conversation, the three boys were left to consider the latest developments.

As they walked, Edward and Sean whispered conspiratorially amongst themselves about what had just happened, wondering if Charles would be required to be naked like Anthony?

Anthony however found Edward and Sean's lack of teasing on the walk to his aunts house very unusual. He knew they knew all about his new naked at home program, yet not a word was spoken about it to him, least of all in torment.

Left to his own thoughts, Anthony decided that maybe the vicar’s new naked at home program was causing his cousins some serious concern just like it was doing to himself. Mr Cobb had actually asked his cousins if they would like to join in the program. After last week’s initial high optimism that maybe his cousins might actually be in trouble for a change, which had soon fallen into an abyss, Anthony didn’t want think of anything so happy this week about Edward and Sean just in case it again turned into as a bad an experience as last week.

Still he had observed during the church service how the Reverend Parks was paying a lot more attention to his cousins than anyone else. Dare he hope that the Reverend Parks had put two and two together after last weekend and maybe this was what were worried about. But as excited as that momentarily made Anthony feel, he quickly squashed those feelings, It was always him who ended up in trouble not his goody goody cousins and the vicars glares were probably just due to his cousins arriving late and Mr Cobb was probably just tormenting! There was no way Anthony was going to allow himself the happy expectations of last week!

As their walk home neared its conclusion Mr Cobb drove up and parked outside the Havering house, bringing the Reverend Parks with him.

Mrs Havering dispatched Edward to fetch Tiffany Webb and escorted her guests into the house.

Edward was quite perplexed by his reception from Mrs Webb and Tiffany. Mrs Webb was ready and waiting to go to the concert, so she quickly locked up and sent Tiffany off with him, but whilst doing this Edward noticed that every time she looked at him, she had a strange smile on her face which repeatedly bought giggles for some equally strange reason from Tiffany. With a wicked smile Mrs Webb wished her daughter a pleasant afternoon and was off down the street!

As they walked next door to his house Tiffany was charged to exploding point with a sexual curiosity and again took the opportunity to torment Edward about his earlier comments, being very careful not to let out any secret information. Her mother had in fact threatened to add her to the naked in house program if she divulged ahead of time even the slightest hint of what was in store that afternoon for Edward and Sean.

"Time for some naked boy .... hey Eddy. Clothed female naked male, that's the way it should be at our age, you're quite right"

"Don't call me Eddy and it's only right for a twerp like my immature cousin, not for mature boys like me or for that matter boys our age in general!" Edward tersely replied.

Edward suddenly was not happy that Charles Cobb was at their house. When Tiffany found out a second boy of similar age to Anthony was already in the program she would, he knew, be even more unbearable with her girls are superior routine!

When they entered the house most of the lounge chairs were all occupied by the adults whilst Anthony and Charles were standing next to their parents and Sean was assisting his mother to bring in the sandwiches and tea. It irked Edward no end that Tiffany was invited by his mother to take a seat next to the Reverend whilst he had to stand like Anthony and Charles.

Sean kept making eye and head signals as he moved around the room to Edward about Anthony, obviously alluding to the fact that he was still dressed, but Edward unlike his brother was no longer so keen about the idea of Anthony being naked. He still remembered the disturbing conversation with Mr Cobb after church and did not want to encourage Mr Cobb to again have similar thoughts!

Once tea was served to the adults, the boys were told to go out to the television room where there was juice and biscuits on a tray whilst the adults had a chat! To Edwards further disgust, his mother then politely asked Tiffany if she would like to join the boys or take tea with the adults.

To Edwards surprise, she choose to go with the boys!

As the boys were filing out Anthony's mother called her son back.

Edward, Sean and Tiffany also stopped, guessing what was coming, which made Charles who was oblivious to what was going on halt as well!

"Anthony before you go into the television room to drink and eat, take off all your clothes and leave them beside the lounge, Aunt Gladys' house is like a second home to us, so the naked at home rules apply to you equally as much here as at home, beside you cant spill food or drink on your good clothes if you are not wearing them" said Anthony's mother.

Just like last Sunday, Anthony couldn’t believe his ears, so much so that his mouth was hanging open in astonishment. It just wasn't fair, it was always him who suffered not the other boys. After last weekend however, Anthony knew it futile to resist his mothers order. If he even hesitated to obey he knew his mother would deliver some very sharp smacks to his bottom.

So, with all eyes on him, Anthony began to undress. No fourteen year old boy would willingly strip naked in front of his mum, his aunt and his cousins, to say nothing of the Reverend Parks, Mr Cobb and his son, let alone in front of a girl two years younger than him who from the smile on her face was not at all displeased to see him so publicly stripped.

As Anthony slowly undressed he kept mumbling to himself that it was not fair and he didn't see why he was being punished!

The Reverend Parks was the person who responded, "You are not being punished Anthony, you have done nothing wrong so far today! No this is just part my naked at home program which is all about a lifestyle change for juveniles so as to keep their behaviour and morals on a righteous path."

Anthony still thought it was very unfair and a punishment but wisely had learnt from last weekend and kept his thoughts to himself.

Like last Sunday, Sean again thoughtfully offered to help fold up Anthony's clothes, so as Anthony undressed he handed his clothes begrudgingly to him. However, when Anthony was again left wearing nothing more than his school uniform white boy’s underpants, he pleaded to be allowed to keep them on as there was a girl present.

Again it was the Reverend parks who reminded Anthony that nudity at home included not just family but any friends or visitors who the parents considered acceptable.

Like last week there was only one way it would end of course. This time Anthony had the common sense to not object and cause a scene, instead he reached down and removed his underpants and handed them to Sean. Anthony didn't even attempt to cover up, but instead turned to his mom and asked her permission, which was granted, to go have his drink and biscuit, ignoring the giggles of Tiffany Webb who could not fully control her emotions when he turned towards her on his way out, allowing her to see in the flesh the front most private of parts of a naked boy for the first time in her life.

Anthony felt very strange standing around the coffee table in the television room having his drink and eating his biscuit whilst totally naked. He was not in trouble but he was the only one there naked! Despite the strangeness of his situation, he was actually feeling very proud about the way he was showing little outward signs of being overly embarrassed. He even began to wonder if the Reverends naked at home program might actually be having some effect on him.

Tiffany on the other hand was experiencing all sorts emotions. She was hardly eating or drinking, her eyes glued on Anthony's genitals whilst Charles looked embarrassed to be there and didn't know where to look whilst Edward and Sean were all smiles enjoying their cousin being naked in front of their neighbour Tiffany.

It was Sean who decided that a bit more tormenting and humiliation was needed. "Well cousin if only you had not confessed to masturbating so much last Sunday maybe you would not be in the program?"

Tiffany again broke out in a giggle, Charles blushed at the very mention of the word masturbate and Edward just smiled at his brothers taunt.

"Piss off Sean, I know for a fact that both you and Edward masturbate as well and that you even do it to each other! ""

Edward swallowed the wrong way and then spluttered and coughed at Anthony's comment!

Tiffany again giggled and Charles looked like he wished the ground would open up and swallow him.

When he regained his composure Edward confronted Anthony, "Sean and I certainly do not masturbate each other. Where did you get that ridiculous idea from?"

"Sean told me a few weeks ago" Anthony smugly replied.

To Edward and Anthony's surprise, Sean just laughed off Anthony's accusation. Telling Anthony he was so naive and immature if he really believed that he and Edward would actually do such things.

'I was just goading you into admitting how often you masturbated."

Sean then openly laughed whilst telling all those present "Anthony confessed to masturbating at least once a day, sometimes twice."

Poor Anthony from moments ago feeling very smug that he knew secrets about Edward and Sean, was now made to feel humiliated and stupid for believing Sean's boasts and being goaded into confessing all of his own secret masturbating habits.

Anthony needed to change the topic and quick and the first thing that came to him was to compliment Charles on his singing at church.

Charles too wished to change the topic away from masturbation. He was the head chorister and he felt his position of authority required him to avoid such conversations.

So a very strange scene developed with the totally naked Anthony chatting casually with Charles Cobb about his singing and involvement in the church choir. Even Tiffany moved over and listened in with interest, though Anthony suspected that part of her reason was just to get closer to his naked body.

Anthony had never had any conversations with Charles despite the fact that Anthony had seen Charles at church on Sunday's for many years singing in the choir. Charles went to a public school and their social paths never crossed except on Sunday's at church. Anthony had long envied his voice and even more envied how the girls seemed attracted to him after church There was no doubt that the blond headed Charles cut a striking figure.

Edward and Sean found themselves out of the conversation and soon decided to stir the pot some more. It was Edward who made the move!

"Charles why are you in the naked at home program? Your father said you were a good boy and as well you are head chorister, I don't understand?

This certainly stopped the previous conversation.

Charles blushed profusely at Edwards question.

"You mean Charles has go naked at home too like Anthony" Tiffany asked and looked straight at the still blushing boy.

"Ummm yes ..... father has just put me on the program. Not because I am naughty or anything like that, father says its a lifestyle thing designed to help me better cope with being a teenager."

"Yeah well I'm coping perfectly ok with being a teenager without needing to be naked around this house" Edward asserted.

"An interesting point Edward" the Reverend Parks interjected catching the four juveniles by surprise, no one had seen him enter the television room. "Charles would you mind coming into the lounge, your father needs to talk with you"

Once they had left for the lounge, Tiffany thinking Sean was too young to masturbate, turned to Edward and asked, "So how often do you masturbate Eddy."

"I told you, don't call me Eddy, it makes me sound like a little boy, I will be fourteen in three months"

"Oh alright EDWARD, ....... so how often do you masturbate?"

Edward was going to say that he didn't masturbate, but decided that would make him sound too much like a 'goody goody'. Plus it was too close to the actual truth! The fact was that apart from the boys in his PE class at school no one knew that Edward was a late developer. In the privacy of the PE change room his class teased him mercilessly as 'Can’t-Cum-Eddy' , the real reason he hated the name Eddy. His school mates had guessed, based on the size of his genitals that he was incapable of producing any ejaculate but no one else in the world knew that secret and school boy honour had meant that his secret had stayed in the PE change room!

"None of your business Tiffany unless you tell first how often you do it?"

Edward could tell by the way Tiffany blushed, that he had cleverly got himself out of answering Tiffany's question.

Anthony, Edward, Sean and Tiffany never learnt what exact conversation took place in the lounge room, but about 5 minutes later 14 year old Charles rejoined them in the television room, totally naked!

The four juveniles were speechless and just stared at the naked Charles Cobb taking in the very handsome boys hairless genitals with his slender shrunken penis resting on his plump but not yet hanging scrotum, all of which was framed within a lily white area of skin which contrasted with the very noticeable tan lines of his tanned legs and chest.

Anthony could not hide his growing erection and Edward and Sean were ever so glad they were fully dressed as was Tiffany who suddenly felt very moist between her legs!

Aware everyone was staring at his naked body Charles spoke in a very nervous voice as he motioned them with a sweep of his hand in the direction of the lounge room, "The adults would like all four of you to join me in the lounge room please".

Edward was again pissed off when Tiffany was offered a seat on the lounge next to the vicar, leaving the four boys standing in a line facing the Reverend Parks, Mr Cobb and Tiffany. Anthony's mother was off to the boys left and Mrs Havering off to their right.

All four of the boys looked very nervous not knowing what was expected of them next. Anthony was that used to finding himself in trouble that even Charles's stripping had not brightened his outlook. Last week he had allowed himself the hope and brief thrill that his cousins might be getting into trouble. Today he was not going to allow even the faintest hope that Charles, Edward or Sean might just be the centre of attention, not he!

Uncomfortable about waiting in a line with two naked boys, Edward made a move to go stand next to his mother

“You’ll stay right where you are Edward! You too Sean… I want you both to stand with Anthony and Charles" the Reverend Parks ordered.

Edward and Sean were both shocked to be so sharply ordered about by the Reverend.

Anthony who had rarely seen his cousins dealt with in such a manner felt just the slightest tinge of a thrill pass through his body.

"Anthony has a boner, I don"t want to stand next to him. He should be punished" Sean complained still feeling indignant at being ordered to stand with the two naked boys.

"And why should he be punished Sean?" the Reverend asked.

"Because ..... because its wrong to have an erection in public."

"But were not in public Sean, we are in your home, and both Anthony and Charles are naked because they are allowed and in fact encouraged, to be naked in houses that have adopted my naked at home program. The program is all about encouraging a lifestyle that is designed to help teenagers better cope with their adolescent years. One of the reoccurring problems for teenage boys is unwanted erections. After he has been in the program for a while, I am confident Anthony will be better able to control his erections. So you see Sean, the fact that Anthony has an erection in the current home situation is not something to be punished, it is just a part of what may happen to him, Charles and any other boys in the program as they become used to being naked and get over their teenage modesty issues.

Anthony didn’t think he’d felt quite so happy about being naked and having a boner as he did at that moment hearing that he was not in trouble. His sense of excitement and tingling of expectation only increased when the Reverend then addresses Edward.

"Edward I heard you make an interesting observation before when I went to fetch Charles out of the television room, something like you were coping perfectly ok with being a teenager without needing to be naked around this house?"

"Yes .... Reverend Parks" Edward cautiously replied not knowing where this new conversation was going.

"Well your mother and I do not agree"

Edward shocked at the response did not know what to say, so all that escaped his lips was .... "Ohhhh ......"

"From this moment onwards, you and your brother are joining Anthony and Charles in the naked at home program. Step towards me Edward so I can undress you whilst Sean, you go to your mother!"

Anthony could not believe what he had just heard and as the tingling inside of him reached a crescendo he let out an audible gasp which was ignored by everyone thanks to Tiffany who brought attention upon herself by giggling out very loudly. Her giggle was not ignored, with the Reverend threatening to speak to her mother about entering her in the program, if she could not act more maturely!

Upon the Reverends threat to Tiffany, Charles' slender penis gave a noticeable jolt and quickly rose to its full four inch erection to join Anthony's much longer five and a half inch erection!

"What … what Sean and I … naked ..... nooooo" Edward moaned

Anthony was having a hard time suppressing a smile. If his cousins were made to undergo even half the humiliation he had had to endure under the watchful eye of the vicar the last few weeks, Anthony would be quite satisfied!

Gladys Havering had reached for Sean and was already undressing him despite his ferment protests.

Edward was faring no better.

Despite Edwards polite but frantic protests, the Reverend Parks soon had him stepping out of his shoes and socks then unbuttoning his dress shirt and removing it in such a way that he could inspect Edwards arm pits. There was no sign of any hairs there yet, but he had his shaving kit ready in his bag next to the lounge for Edwards pubes.

Tiffany did not know which way to look with both her neighbours being stripped at the same time. She had a much better view of Edward as she was seated next to the vicar so she concentrated her attention there. She too noticed Edwards lack of pit hairs. Being still quite naive about such things she was wondering when boys got their body hair. Neither Anthony or Charles had any and they were fourteen. She was only twelve and she was already shaving her arm pits and she knew she would soon have to start trimming her pubic hairs as they were becoming quite bushy and untidy! All Edwards bluster about boys being more mature did not seem to add up. Still Edward was nearly fourteen and she would soon see what he had to offer!

Her attention was momentarily diverted to Sean as his mother gave a surprised gasp as she removed his shirt to discover that he already had a few short scattered hairs in both his arm pits.

Just as Gladys put down her son's shirt the telephone rang. Hetty looked at the caller ID and said: "It's your boss, Gladys. You better answer it."

As she got up she had a wonderful idea that would enhance the program for her son. "Tiffany, will you please take over for me."

It was not clear who was the most shocked Sean who was totally horrified at the idea or Tiffany who was absolutely delighted. Needless to say, Tiffany immediately took the seat just vacated in front of her young blushing neighbour anxious for Sean's stripping to continue.

When Tiffany looked back at the vicar he had undone Edwards belt and zipper and was sliding his chinos down his hairless legs exposing his grey designer label boxer shorts. Tiffany did the same to Sean who was revealed to be wearing blue designer label boxer briefs as his chinos slid down his also hairless legs.

"Oh please vicar, don't remove my boxers" Edward pleaded in a very panicked voice.

"Oh stop your begging Edward. Your mother has decided you are in the program so accept it like a man, Charles didn't have a single complaint when his father stripped him" said the Reverend Parks.

This is turning out to be such an awesome day Tiffany thought to herself as the vicar hooked his fingers inside the elastic waistband of Edwards boxers briefs and with deliberate slowness began to peel them down, causing Edward to groan out aloud with humiliation and embarrassment!

The first thing that both the vicar and Tiffany noticed was that Edward unlike Charles had no tan lines, his skin was all a pale white. Pausing for a moment the Reverend Parks could not see, even at his close range the slightest hint of any pubescent peach fuzz let alone the top of Edwards expected bush of pubic hairs.

As the Reverend resumed peeling Edwards boxers down, his very boyish semi- erect uncircumcised penis flopped up onto his totally hairless belly.

"Would you look at that, Eddy looks like a little boy" Tiffany eagerly exclaimed while staring wide-eyed at the now totally naked Edward Havering!

Poor Edward, totally and utterly humiliated and embarrassed, could only stand there helplessly, his hairless little boy genitals now exposed for all to see.

The Reverend Parks looked perturbed at Edwards lack of development and looked over to Sean as if to confirm his thoughts.

Tiffany needed no added encouragement, so she placed her thumbs in Sean's waistband, causing Sean to moan out loud in utter misery and humiliation. Excited far beyond anything she had previously experienced, Tiffany slowly lowered Sean's boxer briefs, exposing genital development that far surpassed his older brother.

There was also a gasp from Sean's aunty when she saw his totally naked groin. He had a small but thick bush of curly dark pubic hair. His penis was uncircumcised and his foreskin stretched over the head of his penis, creating a bulge where it covered the head, then tapered to a fleshy point that hung off the tip. His penis was quite thick for his age and beneath it his scrotum hung down low containing two good-sized testicles.

Tiffany was equally shocked. Edward who would be fourteen in a few months was to all extent and purposes still a hairless little boy, with by far the smallest set of genitals on any of the boys there. Sean on the other hand was younger than her but he was on the whole so much more developed than the other boys. Anthony's genitals were the only set amongst the boys in the room larger than Sean's, which left her even more confused!

Gladys Havering exclaimed in shock when she returned to the lounge room after completing the phone call and observing for the first time the very marked differences between her two sons, "Who would have thought that Sean would have been more developed than his older brother"

The Reverend had bought his shaving gear to use on Edward, but it was Sean who became the recipient of the Reverends shaving kit.

The Reverend sensing that Sean was particularly humiliated and embarrassed by being stripped naked by Tiffany decided to continue Sean's discomfort by asking Tiffany to trim his pubes with the scissors he had brought with him. She immediately knew what to do, having recently decided that she would soon need to trim her own pubic bush. Her mother had already spoken to her about the need for females to maintain a high level of personal grooming.

"Please be very still Sean, so I don't cut you." Tiffany instructed as for the first time in her life she took hold of a penis, feeling it's fascinating silky smooth texture and moved it around out of the way on the petrified boy as she quickly reduced his growth of 'manfur' to insignificant stubble.

"No hair it's alright to be bare" the Reverend again recited as he dispatched Edward to fill a bowl with warm water and when he returned, proceeded to have Tiffany shave off the stubble that remained of Sean's once proud thick little growth of pubic hair!

The Reverend handed Tiffany a spray can of shaving cream and she applied some to the stubble on Sean's pubis. The Reverend gave her the razor from his kit and then held the bowl of warm water that Edward had fetched. Tiffany was very glad that she had experience shaving her arm pits and legs as she proceeded to remove the last traces of Sean's bush with a couple of dozen razor strokes.

The act did not take more than a few short minutes to totally lay waste to Sean's pride. Earlier it had been Edward moaning out load with humiliation but now it was Sean who was equally as devastated by the loss of his prized sign of masculine maturity.

Once the shaving was finished the Reverend Parks again recited his catch phrase "No hair its alright to be bare"!

The naked at home program was not a punishment and so the four boys were allowed to return naked to the television room to play. Tiffany of course again accompanied them, taking in and enjoying all the naked eye candy that was now flopping about in front of her in all sorts of shapes and sizes, but all hairless!

Some hours later Mrs Webb on her return from the concert, found Tiffany in deep conversation with Anthony and Charles, both of whom she noted looked very relaxed despite being naked in front of her clothed daughter whilst the equally naked Edward and Sean were sulking off by themselves, looking anything but happy about their new naked status.

Mrs Webb couldn't help smiling when she noticed how poorly developed and immature looking her obnoxious neighbour Edward was revealed to be! She just knew without even needing to ask her daughter that Tiffany would have enjoyed Edwards stripping the most. She knew there was no love lost between the two of them!

Mrs Webb was not a member of the Reverend Parks church but was very pleased to be invited into the adults ongoing in depth discussion in the lounge room about the naked at home program.

Over new cups of tea, the Reverend Parks was keen to hear Mrs Webb's opinion about girls and the naked at home program, for as he pointed out, from his vast experience, girls from ages ten to fifteen were often more trouble to their parents than boys!

Tiffany out in the television room was still greatly enjoying being dressed whilst the four boys were naked around her, unawares that the conversation in the lounge room had just moved on to to a discussion that would have a great bearing on whether she would remain dressed for much longer or whether she too would be entering fully into the naked at home program!

Mrs Webb had major misgivings that her daughter would gain any benefit from being placed in the naked at home program. Hetty and Gladys tended to agree with her but she did concede that Mr Cobb's point that girls being in the program would remove the mystery of girls for boys just like it had done today for Tiffany about boys. If the mystery was removed the Reverend had said, then the chances of boys and girls experimenting with sex would be greatly reduced!

Mrs Webb knew her Tiffany would never do any experimenting like that, and Hetty and Gladys were equally convinced their sons would never as well, but all three woman were sounding less adamant in their opposition to girls joining the program when the lateness of the afternoon resulted in the Reverend and the adults deciding to continue their discussion on the program over dinner that evening!

Before Mrs Webb and Tiffany left Mrs Havering, on the advice of Mr Cobb, decided to engage Tiffany to babysit her sons along with Anthony and Charles. Edward and Sean were once again horrified at the instructions their mother gave specifying bedtimes and that they were to be given baths. They both protested but were warned that life had changed for them and any disobedience would immediately earn them a spanking.

So that concept would be tangible upon her two sons who had never ever been spanked, Gladys made Edward and Sean get over their new babysitter's lap for a few light spanks. The excited Tiffany took that opportunity to also remind Edward of his statements earlier that day about how she was qualified to look after immature, naked, little boys like him even though she was only twelve.

Anthony instantly had an erection and almost creamed himself in front of everyone, so excited was he to see the tables turned and his cousins finally spanked! His mother noticed his reaction but a hand signal to her from the Reverend saved him from joining the punishment. The Reverend did not want anything to distract from Edward and Sean's humiliation!

Anthony and Charles though not happy about being put under the control that night of a twelve year old girl, had both taken a liking to Tiffany and were mature enough to accept their fate graciously.

That evening Tiffany returned to the the Havering household to begin her first babysitting session.

She had all four boys there again whilst their parents were out to dinner with the vicar and all four were naked. When it came time for bathing, Tiffany chose to bathe Edward first as he had always been the neighbour who tormented her the most. As she washed him, enjoying the feeling of his silky smooth skin for the first time, she was especially thorough with his little boy parts as she again reminded him how he had said she was sufficiently mature to be in charge. Sean got treated similarly plus some additional shaving. She did his pits and redid his pubis to assure that it was baby smooth as the Reverend Park said it should be. Anthony and Charles both got boners when Tiffany began to gently wash their bodies.

Mrs. Havering noticed the immediate improvement in her boys' behaviour towards her after that day and night and decided it was certainly due in no small measure to Tiffany's involvement. She told Mrs. Webb the next day that Tiffany had been most helpful and showed great maturity and she hoped Tiffany would be able to sit her sons regularly.

The Reverend Parks was also astonished at how effective Tiffany was in modifying the behaviour of Edward and Sean and how she had immediately brought out a new level of maturity in Anthony and Charles. The Reverend knew from the experience of watching Tiffany that the involvement of younger girls in overseeing boys had to be incorporated into his program but he still wanted to get girls not just involved but naked and fully participating in his new program as well!

At the dinner discussion it was finally agreed that some girls would benefit from the naked at home program and so on the suggestion of Mr Cobb, it was decided that the sisters of some of the parish choir boys who were very bitchy and troublesome teen and pre teens, would be the first girls to have their behaviour and attitude adjusted by also being placed in the naked at home program!

The Reverend Parks was also totally convinced that with patience he would eventually persuade the reluctant Mrs Webb that Tiffany should also be one of the girls fully admitted into the program!

The End

Thursday, 16 October 2014

The Sleepover: Part 1

“It’s such a lovely morning, I think we’ll put you in your lederhosen today, Oliver,” Vera Evans announced as she drew the curtains of her son’s bedroom wide open. She threw open the window and took a deep breath of fresh air. It had been a cold night and from Oliver’s bedroom, Mrs Evans could clearly see frost on the lawn still sparkling in the morning sun.

“I want you looking nice and smart, Oliver… and on your best behaviour. You’re a big boy now and you’ve a big day ahead of you...” she added as she leant over her seventeen year old son, before turning to sit on the bed beside him.

“Yes, mummy…” Oliver said, “But, mummy… do I have to wear my lederhosen?”

“Of course… why ever not? It’s the perfect day to put you in lederhosen… Lovely crisp, frosty morning… It’ll give your legs a nice rosy glow after being in your stuffy school longs all week.” No mention was made that Oliver was always put straight into short trousers each day on his return home from school, so could hardly be said to have been in his longs ‘all week’. “We want you to look nice and smart before I take you over to Mrs Wilding’s. Remember it’s your sleepover with Stephen tonight…”

“Yes mummy… But mummy, I haven’t worn my lederhosen in ages… suppose it doesn’t fit?”

“Don’t be silly Oliver… Of course your lederhosen will fit, or perhaps you’d like to wear your Red Indian costume instead? Mrs Wilding asked me to be sure and pack that with your things… so you could wear that instead if you don’t want to wear your lederhosen...”

“What… wear the Red Indian costume?!”

“Yes, Stephen’s mummy said she’d love to see you wearing one of your play costumes so I said I’d bring your Red Indian costume with your things… but if you want to put it on before we go and wear it on the way over...”

Oliver was horrified. The thought of having to squeeze into his lederhosen, which had been an embarrassingly tight fit when he’d last been made to wear it a little over a year ago, was bad enough… but the Red Indian costume!!

“Oh, please mummy... please… I’ll wear my lederhosen, but… please… please don’t put my Red Indian costume in with my things,” Oliver said as he pushed himself up from his bedclothes in a bit of a panic.

“Don’t be silly, darling,” mum said as she smoothed his hair, “Don’t be silly… it’s a lovely costume… Mrs Wilding asked to see it especially and if you’re a good boy and behave yourself, she might help you put it on so that you can play in it with Stephen…”

Put that way, it sounded as if it would be a real treat for Oliver to be allowed to play in his Red Indian costume… until, that is, you saw what Oliver’s costume consisted of, or rather didn’t consist of… even the word ‘flimsy’ would hardly do justice to the skimpy little costume... and you might appreciate that from Oliver’s point of view the word ‘treat’ would not be the first word to spring to mind.

“Hmm…” Oliver’s mum said, stroking her son’s hair and holding a few strands up for inspection as she ignored his protests that at seventeen, he was too old to dress up in his Red Indian costume and play cowboys and indians with Stephen, “Yes, I think someone needs to visit the barber’s chair before we take you to Mrs Wilding’s…”

“But mummy… I had a haircut last…” Oliver protested, but stopped short when he saw the stern look his mother gave him.

“You want to look nice and smart for me, don’t you Oliver? You don’t want to look horrible and scruffy, do you? I hope you’re not going to let me down, are you Oliver?”

“No, mummy,” a chastened Oliver replied.

“I should hope not… Now, where are you going before I take you to stay with Stephen?”

“The barber’s shop, mummy.”

“And what are you going to do there, Oliver?”

“Get my hair cut…”

“Good boy… and are you going to be nice and smart for mummy?”

Oliver nodded: “Yes, mummy.”

“And are you going to be a good boy and not make a fuss when the barber tidies you up and cuts your hair nice and short?”

These words send a shiver down Oliver’s spine. It meant that he was to be given an extra-special short haircut… even shorter than his usual childish short-back-and-sides.

“No, mummy,” as the words left Oliver’s lips, he prayed his visit to the barber’s shop wouldn’t be as bad as it had been on previous very memorable occasions, “I promise… I’ll be good.”

“Then afterwards we can call in and buy you some nice DryNites pyjama pants to take with you…”

“Oh, please mummy… do I have to… I haven’t… you know… in ages,” Oliver pouted.

“I know darling, but it’s just to be on the safe side. I know you’re my big brave boy and big brave boys don’t do silly things like wet the bed, but mummies worry about their boys, Oliver… Mummy doesn’t want to spend her evening worrying whether Oliver has been a good boy and kept his bed nice and dry... that’s not much to ask, now it is, Oliver?”

“No mummy…” Oliver said, but still with an obvious pout.

“Let’s see,” Vera Evans said with a theatrical gesture, “I know... as a special treat you can choose which design of pyjama pants to wear… I bet when Stephen sees them, he’ll be really jealous…”

Oliver thought this highly unlikely, but managed to smile in gratitude.

“Come on… it’s time you were up and out of bed young man! Look at the time!”


So it was that after breakfast Oliver was squeezed into his lederhosen. Pamela was called into his bedroom to help.

“He’ll never get into these,” she squealed as she held them up, “Mum… they’re tiny. When did he last wear them?”

Oliver looked at the thin little leather garment. Pamela was right, they looked no bigger than a child’s size. Mum had managed to put him into them a little while back, but like all teenage boys, Oliver kept having growth spurts and he was sure he’d grown a lot since he’d last worn them. But that didn’t deter Vera Evans in the least.

“Of course they’ll fit,” she said, “The leather’s tough… it should be, they were very expensive and it was very kind of your Auntie Sarah to buy them for you. You used to wear them all the time…”

“But mum… that’s when Oliver was about twelve,” Pamela said.

“Well, that’s as maybe… Come on help me get Oliver dressed. He wants his nice Alpine shirt and those lovely little ankle socks with the red stag pattern on the sides…”

With and lot of heaving and struggling, Oliver was shoe-horned into his lederhosen. Mum held the tiny shorts together while Pamela pulled up the front flap and with difficulty managed to button up Oliver’s leather shorts. With the straps and front panel tightly done up, Oliver could almost hear the little leather shorts squeak in protest and his first few steps were taken with extreme caution. But of course mum was right, Oliver’s lederhosen were exceptionally tough and hard-wearing, even though they were dreadfully uncomfortable for him to wear.

It hardly needs to be said that Oliver’s legs were left quite bare; bare all the way from his cute little stag motif ankle socks right up to his upper thighs… and beyond, since the leather straps of the lederhosen were so tight the little shorts were pulled right up high; high enough to expose a good deal of Oliver’s bottom!

It was nothing less than torment for Oliver as he realised he would would have to spend his day dressed in what he considered to be one of his most humiliating outfits (not counting his Red Indian costume, of course!). He blamed his Auntie Sarah for buying the lederhosen for him in the first place, but Oliver couldn’t help thinking that mum really should have given his costume to some other deserving boy, since he had completely outgrown it long ago. Oliver could hardly sit down without the leather shorts riding up even higher. When he sat on one of the kitchen stools the lederhosen cut into him and he could feel the cold seat on his bare bottom, meaning there was nothing at all between the top of the stool and his bottom!

“Pamela, would you mind taking Oliver to the barber’s for a haircut?” mum asked his younger sister, “I was going to take him myself, but with all the packing to do for our trip as well as for Oliver’s sleepover…”

“Of course not, mum,” Pamela replied.

Oliver was not allowed to go to the barber’s on his own since the day, two years earlier when Oliver was fifteen, when he tried to persuade the barber he was old enough to have his hair styled in a way that made the barber suspicious. So suspicious that he made a phone call to Oliver’s mum who needless to say was furious with her son and since that day he was always accompanied to the barber’s shop for his haircut, even though he was seventeen years old.

“Oliver is to have a nice neat trim,” mum added, “I want him to look smart when he goes to stay with Mrs Wilding… You want to look nice and smart, don’t you, Oliver?”

“Yes mummy,” Oliver said as he twisted and tried to make himself a little more comfortable on the kitchen stool, but without success.

“Then I want you to call in and buy some DryNites pyjama pants for Oliver to take with him to wear at Mrs Wilding’s,” Vera Evans continued, “You can let Oliver choose which design he wants to take with him.”

“Should I buy just the one pack of pyjama pants for Oliver to take, mum?” Pamela asked. Oliver was blushing furiously, but kept quiet.

“Well he’s only staying the one night, so he should only need to take a couple of pairs of pyjama pants with him… not the whole pack!” Vera said with a smile in her voice.

“Okay,” Pamela said, then added, “I was going to meet up with Rachel... she might want to come along and help me with Oliver… she’s going to be helping her aunt look after the boys later anyway…”

“Oh that is kind of her…”

This was news to Oliver and added another level of unease to his already anxious thoughts about the forthcoming sleepover.


After a while Oliver was taken by his younger sister to the barber’s shop for his extra special haircut for his sleepover with Stephen. As they walked along hand-in-hand, Oliver kept trying to pull at the tiny lederhosen in a futile attempt to cover a little bit more of his bare flesh. It was still cold outside and in the shade frost could still be seen. Oliver’s exposed legs felt cold and for once he couldn’t wait to get into the warmth of the barber’s shop. However, it seemed as if Pamela and Oliver couldn’t go five yards without meeting someone they knew. Everyone thought Oliver’s lederhosen looked lovely and wasn’t he a brave little boy to be wearing it on such a chilly day… as if Oliver had any say in the matter!

Despite Oliver tugging at his sister’s arm, Pamela never appeared to in any hurry to get to the barber’s and would carry on talking to whoever it was they had met. He pulled her arm once too often though, and in front of the neighbours she was talking to and a few strangers who were passing by, she turned to her older brother and snapped:

“Oliver Evans!” and down come her hand on his bare thigh - smack- smack- “Do that once more and it’ll be your bare bottom that gets smacked!”

Oliver twisted about, but held onto Pamela’s hand. Two red marks were left clearly visible on Oliver’s upper thigh.

“We’ll be going to the barber’s for your haircut in a minute… don’t forget we’ve to call in and get you some DryNites pyjama pants for you to take to Mrs Wilding’s.” All this was of course said in a clear voice, loud enough to be heard by passers by.

Just then Oliver felt his other hand being taken hold of and turned to see Rachel.

“Have we got to get you some pyjama pants?” she said.

“Yes,” Pamela replied, not giving Oliver a chance to answer Rachel, “Mum’s worried he might wet the bed at your aunt’s, so we’ve got to call in and stock up on pyjama pants for you, haven’t we Oliver?”

Oliver was so embarrassed he could hardly speak. The neighbours Pamela had stopped to talk to were still standing in front of them having witnessed Oliver’s leg-slapping and now finding out that his mum was worried about him wetting the bed.

“Are we still having little bedtime accidents, Oliver?” the neighbour, Mrs Turner asked, “I’m surprised a big boy like you still has to wear pyjama pants… how old are you now?”

Oliver was overcome with embarrassment. It was all so unfair… he hadn’t wet the bed in simply ages, but now, he thought, everyone will think I have to wear pyjama pants every night.

He hung his head, too ashamed to look at his neighbour: “Seventeen, Mrs Turner.”

“I think it’s time we got you to the barber’s, Oliver. Say ‘bye-bye’ to Mrs Turner,” Pamela said as she and Rachel each took one of Oliver’s hands and led him down the road. They soon arrived at the barber’s. The little bell tinkled as they all entered the shop.

The barber looked up: “Back so soon, Oliver?”

Once more Oliver was ignored by his younger sister who took charge: “Oliver is going to visit his friend and will be staying the night. Mum wants you to give him a trim to smarten him up…”

Oliver looked around. There were a couple of customers waiting, but what drew his attention were the two boys who when they saw Oliver in his ridiculously small lederhosen, started giggling and pointing towards him. The boys can’t have been much older than twelve, or at the most thirteen; both were wearing denim jeans.

Nobody seemed to mind when they started to taunt and tease Oliver as he stood while his sister told the barber about Oliver’s haircut. The boys, it appeared had already had their haircuts and Oliver looked jealously at their neat, but much longer hair; hair that almost grazed the collars of their shirts and fringes that nearly touched the boys’ eyebrows. How come these boys were allowed stylish haircuts? How come they got to wear jeans? It was all so unfair, Oliver thought. He was seventeen and in the 6th Form, though you’d never guess to look at him. But the thing that really got to Oliver was that no one appeared to notice how embarrassed he was to be dressed in outfits like the lederhosen he was wearing, or how he looked. Quite the opposite. He got tired of the times he was told how nice he looked; how he was such a smart boy. All this attention just made Oliver feel a hundred, no a thousand times worse. He could see that no one in the barber’s was in the least concerned about the way he was being teased by the two younger boys. He knew that if he did complain he’d be told to grow up and ignore the teasing. But who was he to complain to? To Pamela, his sister... his younger sister? The young boys would love that, wouldn’t they? Watching a big boy like Oliver whining to his little sister about the teasing he was getting from two boys four or five years his junior.

It turned out the younger boys were waiting in the barber’s while their mums finished a spot of shopping, so Oliver was guaranteed an attentive audience when it was his turn for the barber’s chair…

… only Oliver didn’t actually get to sit in the barber’s chair, rather it was decided he should be put on the child’s seat. The child’s seat was simply a short plank of well-worn, polished wood that was placed across the arms of the barber’s chair and enabled a small child to be raised to a height whereby he could have his hair cut without having to spend the barber’s valuable time adjusting the chair. Perversely though in Oliver’s case, the chair had to be lowered in order for the barber to deal with Oliver’s haircut.

The reason for this somewhat unusual arrangement was because the barber pointed out that Oliver’s lederhosen might cause a build-up of static electricity when his bottom was pressed onto the leather seat of the chair. This was, of course, a preposterous suggestion, but enabled the barber to properly show off Oliver’s very bare legs especially when he choose one of his shorter child-sized capes that hardly covered anything more than the top of Oliver’s chest. The barber took time to ensure Oliver was properly positioned and took a firm hold of his bare thigh:

“Now keep quite still, Oliver… and no wriggling. It looks like you’ve been a naughty boy already today, judging by the red marks on your legs. I don’t want to have to add to them,” the barber said sternly.

Oliver glanced towards the leather strop hanging next to the electric clippers. He didn’t need to be reminded to what other use that particular item of barber-shop equipment could be put, so he allowed himself to be positioned on the child’s seat in full view of the other customers and of course the two younger boys. These two boys hadn’t been able to take their eyes off Oliver and couldn’t believe their good fortune in being able to watch Oliver’s all too evident embarrassment; this would be something to tell all their friends about.

Oliver would have agreed to just about anything at this juncture. He felt very exposed sat up on the child’s seat and the barber seemed to be in no rush to get started on his haircut. His hand was resting on Oliver’s thighs as he told him to keep his knees wide apart as this would help keep Oliver stable on the child’s seat. All this did was to make Oliver’s lederhosen feel tighter than ever as pushing his legs apart made the tiny leather shorts bite even more into him.

Eventually the barber pressed his hand down onto Oliver’s head and turned to Pamela:

“Right then, it looks as though Oliver’s hair needs shortening all over with scissors and comb… then I would recommend a few passes with the thinning scissors, followed by a no nonsense clipping…. and… let’s see… yes… I would strongly recommend the fine grade clippers to the nape of his neck…. and sides, too of course… How does that sound?”

“That sounds to be just what mum wanted, Mr Banks,” Pamela agreed. Oliver was not consulted at any point.

“Right then… we’re agreed?”

Pamela turned to Rachel who nodded her approval, at which Pamela looked back towards the barber who waited with his hand still pressed on Oliver’s head and announced: “Yes, Mr Banks… agreed.”

The two young boys snickered as they watched Oliver getting his haircut. Each time they caught sight of the older boy sat on the child’s seat they would poke their tongues out at him. If Mr Banks, the barber, saw them he said nothing, but he wasn’t beyond telling Oliver to keep still and to stop fidgeting, accompanying his words with the occasional sharp slap on one or the other of Oliver's exposed thighs.

Oliver had a long experience of what Mr Banks was capable of with regard to his haircut, but on this occasion the barber had surpassed himself. When Oliver looked in the mirror he was appalled by what he saw, but he was quickly distracted as Mr Banks began the ‘brush-down’. The brief cape was pulled from him as the barber used a neck brush to quickly remove loose hair from around the collar of Oliver’s shirt. Mr Banks flicked his way down the front of the shirt, pulling at the shoulder straps and front panel of the lederhosen as he did so.

“I think we may have to loosen Oliver’s lederhosen… some of his hair has got into his shirt....” he announced.

“That… that’s alright… I’ll, I’ll brush it out later,” Oliver was mortified at the thought of what might happen if Mr Banks tried to undo his lederhosen.

“Nonsense… I wouldn’t hear of any boy leaving my shop without a proper brush-down. It wouldn’t do my reputation any good at all if boys were sent home all covered in hair-clippings.”

“Please, Mr Banks…” Oliver pleaded with the barber, “Please… it’s…”

It was Pamela’s turn to show everyone she was in charge: “Oliver! Let Mr Banks do his job. If mum finds out you’ve been naughty…” She didn’t need to say anymore and simply left the words hanging in the air. The boys snickered some more as they watched Oliver’s young sister tick him off. This was priceless, they both thought.

Oliver sat still as Mr Banks loosened the buckles on the lederhosen and slipped the straps over Oliver’s shoulders. Without a word spoken Pamela stepped forward to help and started to unbutton Oliver’s Alpine shirt.

“It’s no good… the hair has got in everywhere…” Mr Banks said. “If we undo these buttons at the side of the shorts we might be able to pull the tails of the shirt free of the lederhosen…”

Oliver couldn’t believe Pamela would countenance such a measure, but to his astonishment (and a repeated threat of what would happen if mum found out) she agreed.

“Stand up on the chair,” Mr Banks ordered, “Stand up, it will be quite safe if you keep still…” Then he had an idea and turned to the two boys still sat watching the entertainment: “Lend a hand here boys… when Oliver stands up I want you both to grab hold of his legs so that he doesn’t fall…”

Anyone passing the shop must have wondered whether after all it was possible to travel faster than the speed of light, because in an instant two pairs of eager hands were holding Oliver’s legs. Two smiling boys’ faces were turned up, longing to watch what was going to happen next.

They didn’t have more than a few moments to wait, when to their delight Mr Banks succeeded in unbuttoning the side-buttons, the front panel flopped down and it was revealed that Oliver was not wearing any underpants!

There was an eager exchange between the boys:

“Cor!” they said as one. “Look at that!” “He hasn’t got any hairs!” “Cor!” they repeated.

But the expert eye of Mr Banks had spotted a tiny hair sprouting at the side of Oliver’s penis, just at the base. He knew it was Mrs Evan’s policy to keep Oliver ‘smooth and clean’ down there, so had no hesitation in turning to Pamela and asking her to please pass him the tweezers which were kept for the express purpose of removing boys’ unwanted pubic hair.

Oliver was most upset when he saw his younger sister pass the tweezers to Mr Banks and begged the barber not to pull the hair out.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Mr Banks chided Oliver, “You know it only stings for a second… then you’ll be as clean as a whistle…”

As he spoke these words Mr Banks took the rogue pube in the tweezers and gave it a gentle tug, just sufficient to raise the skin without pulling out the hair. Oliver bit his lower lip in anticipation. The boys gripped Oliver’s legs tightly and looked up with mouths open as Mr Banks tugged at the little hair.

Without prompting the boys started a countdown: “Three… Two… One!!!” and with one extra sharp tug, Mr Banks had the little hair out with his tweezers. He held the hair up for all to see, but as it was almost translucent it had to be looked at very closely to see it in the jaws of the tweezers.

Mr Banks handed the tweezers back to Pamela and recommenced Oliver’s ‘brush-down’. He flicked the brush on Oliver bare skin inside the open shirt which tickled the boy so much he started to wriggle.

“Keep still Oliver!” Pamela told her brother, “Keep still while Mr Banks tidies you up.”

The young boys held Oliver’s legs tightly as Mr Banks continued to tickle Oliver with the brush until he was brushing where a few moments ago he had pulled out the tiny pubic hair.

Mr Banks calmly brushed around the base of Oliver’s penis. Oliver was beside himself as he felt the soft, feathery brush, but managed to control himself to the extent that he let out a sigh of relief as Mr Banks' little brush passed on down to his legs. A few more flicks of the brush and Oliver was at last allowed to sit back down in the chair. For a moment he thought Mr Banks was going to spare him the pungent, greasy hair-cream that Oliver was sure he kept for him alone as he never saw anyone else having their hair smeared with the yucky white ungent-like, smelly stuff.

Oliver watched as Mr Banks put the neck-brush back the shelf and tidied up the various combs and clippers he’d been using. Then he reached up for the jar of hair-cream and Oliver stared ahead, looking at himself in the mirror as Mr Banks unscrewed the top of the jar.

“Can’t have you going home without some hair-cream to keep your hair nice and tidy…”

Oliver winced as a big dollop of the oily, medicated cream was deposited on his head. The smell turned Oliver’s stomach and he felt the cream trickle past his left ear as Mr Banks put the lid back on the jar and put it back on the shelf. The barber placed both hands on Oliver’s head and started to rub the cream vigorously into the scalp.

What little hair Oliver had left was plastered onto his head as Mr Banks finished off by using his comb to give it a neat side parting and a sweet little-boy ‘cow-lick’ fringe.

Finally Mr Banks picked up the hand-mirror so that Oliver could see the back and sides of his head.

“What do you think, Oliver? Is that smart enough?” he asked.

Oliver thought he looked like a laughing-stock, but knew better than to say so. He hesitated and had to be prompted by Pamela:

“Say ‘thank you for your nice haircut’ to Mr Banks, Oliver.”

Oliver looked at Mr Banks in the mirror:

“Thank you, Mr Banks… Err, thank you for my haircut…” he stuttered.

“Thank you for my nice haircut, Oliver…” Pamela corrected him.

Oliver glanced at his sister and then back at Mr Banks. He daren’t risk mum finding out he’s been ‘uncooperative’, so repeated the words: “Thank you for my nice haircut, Mr Banks…”

At last Oliver, Pamela and Rachel left the barber’s shop and Oliver remembered what was next on the morning’s itinerary.


The old-fashioned, family-run chemists shop was a couple of doors down from the barber’s. As Oliver walked along between his sister and her friend he felt very self-conscious wearing the tight leather shorts… his bare, long legs were also very cold. Fortunately for Oliver it wasn’t long before they were inside the shop. However, Oliver was not very pleased to see the other customers who were waiting for prescriptions to be filled. This could be even more embarrassing than Oliver thought.

Oliver hung back with Rachel as Pamela approached the counter.

“And how can I help you today?” the lady behind the counter asked.

“It’s for my brother, Oliver....” Pamela explained in her normal speaking voice, “He’s going to be staying away from home and mum’s worried that he might wet the bed there, so she’s asked me to buy some, some… oh dear me, what are they called, Oliver… pyjama something…”

Unfortunately for Oliver in the small shop his sister’s voice was clear enough to be heard by the other customers and heads were turned to look at the tall boy dressed in lederhosen with his freshly cut and very short hair.

“Um… pyjama pants, sis…” Oliver answered blushing nervously.

Pamela turned back to the lady behind the counter: “That’s it… pyjama pants. Mum likes Oliver to wear pyjama pants when he stays away from home…”

“I understand… boys are easily upset when they have a change of routine,” the lady said, “It’s as well to take precautions… there’s nothing worse than cleaning up after a bed-wetter. Now, how old is your brother?”

“He’s seventeen,” Pamela said perfectly calmly.

There were a few raised eyebrows among the other customers, but the lady behind the counter was quite unperturbed: “Let’s see now… boys’ DryNite pyjama pants…” she said as she looked along the shelves and drawers that covered the wall behind the counter. “How old did you say your brother was?”


“You see strictly speaking DryNite pyjama pants are for boys up to fifteen years old, but your brother is seventeen…” the lady explained, “I don’t suppose it will make that much difference as long as he isn’t allowed to have too many fizzy drinks before bedtime! Sugary drinks and too much excitement are best avoided when it comes to bedtime. Now, let’s see… I’ve got a pyjama pants sample for older boys… come over here and we’ll see if you measure up.”

Oliver felt Rachel’s hand on his shoulder as he was encouraged to step forwards towards the counter. The lady stepped out from behind the counter and held the pyjama pants sample to Oliver’s waist.

“Oh, there’s plenty of ‘give’ in the elastic,” the lady said, “They don’t look too small. I’m sure he’ll be quite comfortable wearing his pyjama pants… better to be safe than sorry. eh?” she added, addressing Oliver.

“Yes, miss…” he replied, trying not look, but aware that everyone in the shop was looking at him and the pyjama pants being held against his waist.

Oliver just wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He was so embarrassed. He could feel the pyjama pants rubbing against his thighs as the lady fussed around him. And now everyone in the shop must think he was still wetting his bed… everyone would think his mum made him wear pyjama pants to bed every night. It just wasn’t fair!

Pamela spoke: “Do you have pyjama pants in different patterns?”

“Oh yes…” the lady replied, “The boys’ pyjama pants have all sorts of different designs… Let me see, there are motorbikes, or guitars, there’s even one with a big dinosaur on the front… that’s very popular with the younger boys.”

“It’s just that mum said Oliver could choose the design as a special treat…”

“Well that is kind of her,” the lady said, once more behind the counter, “Which design is it to be then?” she asked smiling sweetly at a red-faced Oliver.

Oliver thought for a moment. Of all the designs he preferred the dinosaur, but if little boys chose that one he’d better choose something else. In the end it was the motorbike design he asked for and was duly given a pack of them to carry home.

“I do hope Oliver doesn’t have a little accident… but as long as he wears his pyjama pants to bed he’ll be safe and sound… and don’t forget, no fizzy pop before bedtime!” the lady said as Pamela, Rachel and Oliver left the shop.

“Wasn’t she a helpful lady?” Rachel said as they made they way back down the street.

“Yes… very helpful… wasn’t she, Oliver?” Pamela agreed.

Oliver didn’t say anything. He was lost in his own thoughts about how cold his bare legs were; how uncomfortable his tight-fitting lederhosen was; how he hated his new haircut; how embarrassed he’d been in the chemist’s shop buying his DryNites pyjama pants…

He felt a sudden sharp -smack- on the top of his left leg. This time it was Rachel who had slapped him.

“Oliver, your sister asked you a question,” Rachel reminded him, “And she’s waiting for an answer.”

“Sorry… um… yes…” Oliver mumbled.

“Yes… what?” Rachel persisted.

“Yes… the, er, lady in the shop… was, er, helpful…” Oliver said.

“That’s better…” Rachel said as the three of them walked on.

Oliver decided he was not looking forward to his sleepover with Stephen after all.