I woke up with my heart pounding and sweat pouring off of me. I looked around in a panicked state until I realized I was in my bedroom. I heaved a sigh of relief and flopped back down on my bed. That had to have been some nightmare though I couldn't remember what it was. All I could remember was the certain feeling that I was about to die. It must have had something to do with Gale's death. We were friends basically since birth though Gale had been born Greg. Before school started Greg had been diagnosed with Gender Dysphoria. I remember my parents being shocked when Greg came over in girl clothes and insisted he be called Gale. I hadn't seen anything wrong with it and stayed friends with her. Not everyone was as kind though and a couple weeks ago she was killed by a rapist who thought she was a "true" girl. The police didn't go into detail but her parents had to have a closed casket funeral for her.
I sat back up and shook my head. I needed to get ready for school. It was the second day of school and I didn't want to be late. Today would be the day classes officially started with yesterday being a type of orientation. So I got out of bed and went over to the bathroom that me and my older sister shared between our rooms. When I heard the water running I slid the door open a crack so I could see Carol get out. I knew I shouldn't be doing it but I did have a reason. I was trying to get my dick hard which hadn't happened yet. Here I was at sixteen and I didn't know what it was like to have an erection. I kept that quiet since I was sure to be teased by it. Of course looking at my sister wasn't the only way I tried. I tried looking at porn of all sorts but there was just no reaction. At first I thought I might have been gay but gay porn didn't do anything either. It had become quite irritating as I listened to my friends talk about the girls they've done and each time all of them would get an erection just from listening to the stories. The only exception being me of course but I lied and told them that it gave me an erection which I suppose the others could be lying too. So here I was watching my sister getting out of the shower hoping that I could get hard.
Just as my sister got out of the shower I got a crazy idea and opened the door all the way. She let out a surprised yelp and quickly covered herself up with a towel yelling, "Close the door Sam!"
I was about to close the door when I heard my mom behind me say, "I had hoped you'd be better than that Sam." The tone in her voice was disappointed and angry. "Take your shower while I talk with your sister." With that she led my sister into her room through the other door.
It was with a little confusion that I took my boxers off and got in the shower. Why would my mom talk with my sister? Shouldn't she be talking to me? Of course I wasn't really complaining that she wasn't talking to me about it. If she did I might have to mention my problem which would be really embarrassing. How would I even explain it to her? What was worse was she might take me to see the doctor which would be even more embarrassing. As I showered I tried jacking off like I saw in the porn I watched. I imagined that I was having sex with some of the women in the porn videos and even tried imagining having sex with my sister. Nothing I did however worked and my dick remained limp. With a sigh I finished my shower and steeped out. I quickly dried off and with a towel wrapped around my waist I went back into my room.
I was surprised to see my mom and sister in my room. "What are you two doing in my room?" I asked looking from one to the other.
"I decided on your punishment and your sister is going to help you with it," my mom said in that tone of voice that said you had better do it or the punishment would be worse. "Now get ready and do as your sister tells you." With that she left my room closing the door.
As soon as my mom was gone I turned to my sister and asked, "So what's my punishment?"
My sister picked a couple things up off my bed and said, "You have to wear these for the rest of the week."
One of the articles of clothing looked like a black tank top but the straps were too thin and the other article was a pair of black panties with a little bow in front and the word ROCKER in glittery letters on the back. "I can't wear those," I said in shock. "Boys don't wear panties and I'm not sure what that is but I bet it's for girls."
My sister held the one article of clothing up and said, "This is called a camisole or more commonly a cami and you're right that it's mainly worn by girls. Now you will wear them or Mom will make sure everyone knows about your limp dick."
I was mortified that my mom knew about that. "H-h-how?" I asked trying to think.
"Mom heard you talking in your sleep about it a few times," my sister said with a caring look. "I take it that's why you were watching me?" When I nodded she asked, "No reaction at all?" After I shook my head she sighed and said, "You should go see Doctor Horn. She may be able to help."
"Maybe," I said looking down. If my mom knew about my problem then why hadn't she taken me to the doctor?
"For now though you need to take your punishment," my sister said with a little smirk. "Be glad I was able to talk Mom out of having you wear a blouse and skirt also. Now take off that towel and bend over."
"Why do I need to bend over?" I asked really confused.
"Just do it," my sister said growing a little impatient. I did as she said and then she came up behind me. Reaching around she pushed my balls up into my body saying, "You need to have a smooth front wearing these so your balls go up and," she grabbed my dick from behind pulling it between my legs and up my butt crack, "your dick goes between your legs and your ass cheeks. Now you can stand up but keep those ass cheeks clenched around your dick so it doesn't slip. This is what's called tucking. Gale told me about it one time when I asked her how she had a flat front. Then we can put the panties on."
I did as instructed expecting to feel pain in my dick but surprisingly there was no pain. It felt odd sure but it also felt comfortable for some reason. Once I put the panties on I said, "I think these are too small."
"They're not small," my sister said with a smile, "that's how they're made. They're designed to wear around the hips instead of the waist. And they fit you as good as they fit me."
"You mean these are your panties?" I asked shocked.
"Well of course they are," my sister said rolling her eyes. "Where else did you think we'd get them on such short notice? I doubt you would want to wear Mom's panties and her's wouldn't have fit you like mine do. Now put on the cami. It's just like putting on a shirt. Then you can get dressed."
I did as I was told and soon I was dressed for school. As we walked out of my room I asked, "What am I supposed to say when people find out I'm wearing my sister's panties and cami?"
"Well they won't know you're wearing panties unless yo take off your pants," my sister said with a smile. "They may notice the cami but they may convince themselves that you're wearing a tank top underneath."
"But what if I have to use the restroom?" I asked wondering how I would hide wearing them.
"Just go into a stall and sit down like you have to take a shit," my sister said with a shrug. "Keep your pants up a little bit to hide the panties and you should be fine."
"But people will see when I have to change for P.E." I said dreading that moment.
"Then you'll just have to tell them the truth," my sister said almost giggling. "You're being punished for spying on me while I was nude."
Well I had to hope that when the time came the guys will believe me about being punished. If not then there would be a lot of teasing. I really wasn't looking forward to the rest of the week.