Mikey found his hands moving toward the white skirt and stepping into it, pulling it up over his shorts, then taking the red blouse and sticking his head inside. He momentarily couldn't find the neck hole, it being so big on him, but he got it on. The clothes were gigantic, feeling like a tent covering his entire body...he wasn't sure how she'd forced him to do it, but it felt like his hands had a mind of their own.
"You look pretty," Stacy giggled.
Mikey wasn't a kid anymore..he was almost 11...and he was much older than Stacy, and wasn't going to let a little girl play with him. He tried to take the skirt off, but discovered that his shorts weren't under it anymore. Not even his briefs were there. It was some sort of girl underwear. He stared down Stacy with the sort of naive confidence only a young boy could muster. "Stop this or else you're in big trouble."
Stacy looked at him thoughtfully. "Stop what? We were just playing..." she said.
He looked down at her, feeling something under the blouse around his chest, looped around the back, he reached to feel what it was...and confirmed his t-shirt was gone. "You know what you did...don't play dumb," he said.
"I'm sorry," Linda said, in that childish voice she was using.
He turned to her. "For what?"
"Dunno...but...didn't mean to make you mad..."
Mikey frowned. Did she seem...shorter somehow? Or was it just how she was acting?
