Mikey finished his business in the bathroom and laid down in his too-small bed, letting his feet hang off the end. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the doorbell ring several times in a second; that was the way his friends always rang it! Suddenly he also knew he was alone in the house. How he knew, he didn't know, but he got up with a loud groan to get the door. As he walked across the room, the shoes caught his eye. Those would look nice with this outfit... He thought, eying a pair of low-heeled white pumps. Before Mikey realized what he was doing, he'd slipped them on his feet and continued to head out to the front door.
When he opened the door, he was met with four disbelieving stares. "Mikey?!" Benny, his best friend since kindergarten, exclaimed. "So it's true?"
"Obviously," He replied, putting more venom into it than he normally would. Looking down at his friends was a strange sort of thrill; he didn't mind this part of being grown-up. "Well, come on in. I'm home alone."
"Really?! That's so cool! Why did your family let you stay home alone?" Benny grinned, walking in followed by three silent boys.
Mikey sighed. "Because, I'm grown up right now," He said slowly, as if speaking to children. He was speaking to children. "I could get us all sorts of cool stuff."
Another boy, Andrew, piped up, "Yeah, you're a grown-up lady now." He snickered, and Mikey smacked him on the arm, making him yelp in pain and making the other boys notice his red nails. He just ignored their jabs, turning the TV on and sitting down on the couch, naturally sitting with his legs together.
"Ooh, nice shoes!" Another of the boys said, and they all burst into a fresh round of laughter. Mikey blushed as he tried to ignore them; they were only thirteen-year-old boys, after all. Wait... thirteen? Have we always been thirteen? Mikey wondered, and shrugged. Of course. There's no way that could've changed. Once their laughter died down, they all became deadly serious, making Mikey look at them curiously. Eventually, Benny stepped forward.
"Can we see your tits?" He asked earnestly, and outrage filled Mikey as he covered his cleavage up with an arm, glaring at them. But... what did it really matter? They weren't his, and he blushed with shame as he uncovered them and stood up. Why not? Benny repeated, "Can we? We'll never see Miss Warren's any other way!" The other boys echoed the sentiment, and Mikey sighed.
His little audience held in their breaths as he took hold of the hem of his blouse and pulled it up over his head, unhooking the bra next with some difficulty. A deep blush filled his face as he stood topless in front of four adolescent boys, who he knew wanted nothing more now than to grab and poke and prod and fondle him. "Yeah..." He mumbled. "You can go ahead and touch 'em." Mikey just stood there, enduring the rough handling of his breasts by four horny thirteen-year-old boys. Eventually, they got bored, and the apparent spokesman decided to push further.
"C-can we see you naked?" Benny asked. "Come on, Mikey! You're really hot," He added, as if that would make Mikey any more likely to strip for them. Mikey smiled despite himself, warmth filling him at the compliment; an uncomfortable warmth, centered partially between his legs, a light fog over his mind. He pulled the skirt down over his legs, and the panties followed, leaving him standing in his living room naked except for his heels. A naked woman from the neck down, showing "herself" off to four thirteen-year-old boys.
