It was early in the afternoon when Mr. Kent pulled into a driveway. The McDonald home was a large, two-story colonial-type house with a manicured lawn and flower garden; a tasteful fountain sat in the middle of the drive. As the trio began to exit the red sedan, Monica opened the house's front door, shrieked loudly, and ran to embrace her mother. The young coed hugged her father, and she squeezed a surprised Allen tightly.

"I am so happy you guys are here," she proclaimed, and punched her younger brother in the arm.

"Oh, honey, we are so excited about this weekend!" Alice Kent beamed at her daughter.

"You found us!" Tom McDonald waved and walked up to the group.

"Yes. Your directions were spot on, and we made great time," Mr. Kent explained as he shook the young man's hand.

Tom McDonald was tall, six feet, two inches, and well-built; he had a tennis pro's physique. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a slim waist; his blonde hair fell to his shoulders, and his blue eyes twinkled. "He could have been a TV or movie star," Gary thought, and looked away before someone caught him staring at Tom.

His father asked Gary to gather the luggage and bring it inside. The small teenager struggled with the hard vinyl cases, each one weighing at least half of what he did. Tom noticed him as he grappled with the suitcases, taking one in each hand to carry them up the steps and into his home easily. Gary retrieved his gym bag along with the two garment bags from the van and followed the group into the house.

Gary had met them before; they had come to Fort Wayne in June after Monica's announcement. His sister introduced Tom and them to the Kent family. Mr. and Mrs. McDonald were older than his parents; they had three children, two girls, Cynthia and Barbara, and Tom, who was the youngest. Evelyn McDonald was tall, with shoulder-length brown hair, slim, and wore wire-rim aviator glasses. Craig McDonald, on the other hand, was an older version of Tom: tall, muscular, with close-cut blonde hair. He was an executive for a large financial firm, and Mrs. McDonald worked as a paralegal.

It was decided that since their girls no longer lived at home, the Kent family would stay at the McDonald's house. Each of them was assigned a bedroom: his father and mother would have the guest room, Monica would stay in Cynthia's room, and Gary would stay in Barbara's room. Tom carried Monica's parents' luggage up to their room, while Cary followed him.

"Your room is down there," Tom said, and pointed to a room at the end of the hallway. "The bath is on this end, and there is one downstairs off the front room."

"Sure."

"I guess we are going out tonight. My dad wants to impress your dad by taking him to his favorite restaurant," Tom smiled.

Gary nodded and trotted to the room indicated by his host to discover it was certainly a girl's room. He dropped his gym bag on the pink bedspread and scanned the bedroom. The room was decorated with pastel pink walls and held white French provincial furniture trimmed with gold. The bed was lined with matching stuffed animals, and at its foot stood a small, white chest. A petite, roll-top desk sat along the wall, Nancy Drew books flanked by ceramic cats perched on its top. He pulled open a gold-trimmed dresser drawer. He found that the other drawers, as well as this one, were empty. A set of white louvre doors to the left of the bed contained a closet with several large boxes. Gary flipped open the lid of the box to discover girls' clothing.

Impulsively, he flipped through the girl's clothing. A cotton nightie and panty set caught his eye, along with a one-piece electric blue bathing suit. Gary looked over his shoulder when he heard footsteps. He pushed the clothing back into the box and closed the doors, then dashed to open his gym bag. His sister entered the room and sat on the bed beside his bag.

"How was the trip?" Monica asked.

"It was ok. I played on my phone most of the way," the teen explained and pushed his shoulder-length dark hair behind his ears.

"I'm sorry for missing your birthday," Monica apologized.

"That's ok," Gary replied.

"How does it feel to be eighteen and grown up?"

"No different from before."

"Hey, I'm really glad you're here, little brother," Monica said, messing up his hair.

"Yeah, me too," Gary nodded. "Tom seems like a great guy. "

"He is. And he likes you."

After an awkward silence, Gary glanced at his sister. "You still mad?"

Monica looked down at the bedspread and began to trace the stitching with her finger, then said, "No. I guess... I was upset... when I found out you were wearing MY things, and I know how guys are and what they do. But then I thought, I left those clothes because I didn't want them. Why couldn't you wear them?"

"You have great clothes. I mean, they are sick," Gary said.

Monica laughed, pulled her knees under her chin, and looked at him. "Anything else you wanna tell me?"

"Ah... I... ah... no," Gary tripped over his words, and he glanced up to see his sister expecting a revelation.

"You know, Mom and Dad can be pretty cool."

"Yeah... I don't know," Gary admitted.

"They might surprise you."

"You haven't said anything, have you?" Gary asked.

"No. Not a word. You know, the McDonalds are way progressive. I don't think anyone in their family would even care."

The teen glanced up at his older sister and forced a smile. Monica leaned forward and hugged him. She swung her feet around and jumped off the bed.

"Later, Squirt!"

The coed raced out of the room and down the hall. He heard his sister and mother squeal, and he guessed they were discussing the upcoming wedding again. He placed his clothes in the empty drawers and hung his suit in the closet, over the box.

Later, Mr. McDonald invited Gary to take a swim in their pool while his parents and the McDonalds chatted on the patio. After Gary made his final dive off the board, he stepped out of the water and began to dry off. He then noticed that the adults were staring at him.

His mom shouted, "Gary... Gary?" Mrs. Kent shook her head and asked, "Honey, would you mind staying here and settling for a pizza?"

"Ah...sure thing, Mom."

"They live in their own, private little world, don't they?" Evelyn McDonald said, scrutinizing the teen over her glasses while taking a sip of her cocktail.

The group chuckled and returned to their plans. Gary threw his towel around his neck and walked towards the house. He noticed a pineapple hanging upside down on the wall next to the sliding glass door. He reached out to fix the decoration, and his hand was stopped by Mrs. McDonald, who had walked up behind him.

"Dear, it's supposed to be that way. It's a family joke," she explained.

Gary looked up at the woman and nodded, then opened the sliding glass door. Mrs. McDonald entered the house and went toward the kitchen. Gary walked down the hall and up the stairs to his room. He slipped off his wet trunks and laid them on the towel on the back of the chair. He looked out the window to see Mrs. McDonald return to sit with the adults by the pool.

Gary opened the box with the clothes he had found earlier. The white cotton panties and the matching nightie were printed with tiny yellow flowers. He slipped the soft panties up his smooth, tanned legs and to his waist. He pushed his arms into the nightie, then drew it over his head, and tugged it down. It fit him perfectly. He twirled about, and the nightie's hem flew up. He moved to the vanity and brushed out his long, dark hair. Gary found a girl in the mirror, looking back.

"Gina" smiled and turned side to side, and admired herself. She pivoted to show she had a nice, rounded ass. Gina practiced kissing the air. She smiled, then teased by raising her nightie to reveal her panties. She slipped one hand down the waistband and touched herself.

Gina continued to rub her dick for several minutes. Her tiny dick had gotten hard, and she was able to grip it. Small amounts of pre-cum leaked out into his fingers. Gina closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations when there was a quick knock on the bedroom door, and it opened.

"Oh!" Mrs. McDonald had a hand on the doorknob.

Gary was caught!

"I'm so sorry, dear. I wanted to tell you to put your trunks over the shower door in the bathroom," she pointed at his wet trunks on the back of the chair. "Let me take them for you."

She reached out and took the wet trunks and towel. She began to close the door when Gary grabbed the interior knob and stopped the door.

"Mrs. McDonald, please... don't...tell... my parents," Gary pleaded.

"Oh my, dear, I'm afraid I'll have to," she said firmly. She saw the open box in the closet and commented, "You shouldn't wear other people's clothes without permission."

"I'm sorry! Please don't say anything."

Mrs. McDonald glanced down the hallway, stepped into the bedroom, and closed the door. She turned the lock and faced the teen. Gary noticed an immediate difference in the older woman; she seemed stronger, harsher, and authoritative.

"Please..." Gary began.

"Stop whining!" She snapped and put her hands on her hips. "Look at you. I thought you were a nice young man. You are nothing but a bad little girl!"

Gary dropped his head in shame. He bit his lip and looked down at his feet. He did not know what to say.

"Look at me!" Mrs. McDonald commanded.

Gary raised his brown eyes to look at the older woman. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. Evelyn McDonald appeared to be angry.

"Have you worn girls' clothes before?"

Gary did not respond but looked down at the floor.

"Tell me the truth. Do you do this at home?"

He remained silent.

Mrs. McDonald pulled up the teen's chin to look him in the eye. She then slapped his face. The slap stung, but Gary was shocked more than hurt.

"Answer me," she commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said shakily.

"Do your parents know?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Does your sister know?"

"She found out before you came to our house."

Gary felt ashamed. Tears welled up in Gary's eyes. Mrs. McDonald's eyes remained stern.

"You must always say Ma'am," she demanded.

"Uh... Yes, Ma'am!" Gary whimpered.

"I will not say anything for now, dear. We will talk later. Dry those tears. Put on your clothes, then come downstairs," she said flatly.

Mrs. McDonald unlocked the door and exited the room. Quickly, Gary pulled off the nightie and panties, then stuffed them back into the box. He pulled underwear, a large hoodie, and cargo shorts from his bag and dressed. He came out of the room, down the steps, and out the patio doors. The adults turned from their conversation as one to look at him.

"I forgot my phone," he indicated the device on a side table.

He glanced at the adults, and all but one turned back to their conversation. Mrs. McDonald's gaze over the top of her glasses lingered. She motioned with one finger for him to sit in the lounge chair directly in her line of sight. Submissively, he walked to the chair and sat down.