Part III: Kyle's Wild Ride
Lisa let out a chipper giggle at the sound of Kyle violently shaking the baby rattles taped into his hands, and in a cooing, condescending voice she teased, "Is baby having fun with her rattles?"
"Phhpphhfffnngg mmmffrrr fnnnfrrr! Nnnnn mmmm! Nmmmm!" Kyle furrowed his brow, pulled his eyes shut, and shook his head back and forth.
Lisa maintained a brisk, steady pace behind her daughters, sharing mischievous smirks with them whenever they'd turn to look back at their brother fussing and fuming. After seeing how her son had abused his power and authority, she was happy to see them so full of pride and confidence as they lead the way. Instead of taking the most direct route, they choose a winding path that took them up and down every other street. For the first few minutes it was only the sound of baby rattles, squicking shoes, a crinkly diaper, and gagged pouting; but, on such a beautiful day it was only a matter of time before they were greeted by others out to enjoy the weather.
The first to approach was a pair of girls from Kyle's high school, out for a walk of their own in their tiny gym shorts and crop tops. As soon as they were visible Lisa could feel the tempo of her son's writhing intensify, so she leaned over the stroller to smile down at him and cooed, "Who's that, huh? Are those your friends, baby?"
"Nmmm! Nnn mmm! Nnnn mmm!" Kyle didn't know what to do with himself in the midst of his panic, shaking his rattles and wiggling around faster and faster.
"What's that, baby Kylie? You want to show off your cute little tights to your friends?" Lisa reached down and fixed the pig tails of his wig.
"Mmmmph, mmmph, mmmph, mmmph, mmph, mmmph, mmmph, mmmph!" Kyle's thighs tensed with efforts to close his legs and hide his diaper.
"Awww, do the pretty girls make you shy?" Lisa pinched his cheek.
"Lnnnngg gnnng! Mmmph! Lmmm mmm gmmm!"
The blonde and brunette teen girls from his class stopped in their tracks as soon as they were close enough to recognize that it was no baby in the stroller, but the cute boy from their class. Their hands shot over their mouths as they gasped and pointed, whispering squeaky exclamations into each other's ears as they gushed over what they were seeing. Tracy and Daisy flanked Kyle, posing triumphantly with their hands on their hips when they were finally face to face.
"Hi girls!" Lisa happily greeted them, "How are you?"
"Mmmmphh mmmphhh mmm!"
"Oh my god!" Squeaked one of the girls.
"KYLE?!" Squeaked another.
"This is baby Kylie, actually," Tracy smirked down at her mortified brother and raised her eyebrow at him, "Aren't you going to say 'hi', Kylie?"
Kyle sputtered a stream of bitter, humiliated noises while bashfully squirming. Too embarrassed to look them in the eyes, he watched his classmates' hips shift back and forth while impatiently waiting for the moment to end. Lisa and his sisters on the other hand, were content to let the moment drag on. Daisy proudly pointed out every aspect of his wardrobe, from his shiny shoes noisily rubbing against the stroller, to the pink tights that clung to his splayed open legs, lingering on the diaper poking out from his dress, joking about how he loved sucking on his pacifier, tugging on the bonnet that was cutely tied to his head, and finally fussing with his wig. Throughout it all Lisa held the wobbling stroller firm, preventing Kyle from tipping himself over with all of his irate bucking.
"This is such a good look for you, Kylie." Gushed one girl.
"It's about time somebody shut him up." Teased the other.
When he wouldn't look them in the eyes, his classmates started bouncing their hips back and forth, doing catty little victory dances meant to make him squirm more than he already was. The rattles started shaking in his hands again, and they all burst into laughter.
"Mmmmphh! Mmmm mmmm mmmmphh! Mmmphh nmmphh fnnnmm! Lmmmphh gmm! Lmmpph mmm gmmm!"
"This is the funniest thing I've ever seen!" The brunette girl bent over at the waist, stooping low until her face was in his field of vision, "Does baby want her bottle?"
Tracy showed them the videos of Kyle making their lives miserable during his reign as babysitter, spending another twenty minutes showing them all of the videos and pictures taken throughout his transformation. By the time she was done any attraction they may have felt for him had evaporated, and they'd forever remember him as the boy who got bound and babied by his little sisters. Excited to share their pictures and videos of the big, strong jock utterly conquered and sissified, the high school seniors both bent over and pinched Kyle on the cheek and bid him goodbye before continuing their walk, leaving him to his public humiliation.
"Try not to mess your diaper, baby boy-er, girl!" Laughed the blonde while strutting away.
Lisa resumed pushing the stroller forward, but it wasn't more than another few minutes before they ran into more people. After his classmates it was a pair of power walking soccer moms, then a gang of boys riding their bikes, an elderly pair of women resting on a front porch, a group of college guys driving past, and on and on for another hour. Each and every time they stopped the conversations played identically, all of them filled with ego deflating laughter and long pauses where everyone would stop and watch Kyle writhe in one of his tantrums. They ran into larger groups of people the closer they came to the store, but it was at the storefront where Kyle would suffer his greatest indignation yet.
Having reached their destination, Lisa passed of control of the stroller to Tracy, "Alright girls, I'm going to pick some things out for your baby sister, keep her entertained for me, won't you?"
Lisa gave her girls a wink and watched them push their wiggling brother into the store to the amusem*nt of all the other shoppers. Cursed with the intimacy that comes with living in a smaller community, most if not all the people around were familiar with Kyle's infamous reputation as a trouble maker and tormentor of his sisters, and offered no sympathy when they watched the girls wheel him up and down the aisles. While Daisy and Tracy humiliated their big brother in front of the entire store, Lisa took her time in picking out what she needed. Diapers, bottles, formulate, baby food, and more were available, with cost being no concern. Idly chatting away with her sister on the phone, Lisa sweet talked Allison into bringing her SUV to the store to help haul away all the large items, unaware of the wild ride her son was being taken for at the front of the store.
Hoisted out of his stroller, Kyle awaited his mom's return from the saddle of a coin operated pony, thoroughly trussed up on top of the plastic horse that gently rocked back and forth. Tracy casually leaned against the coin box, plucking quarters from her purse one at a time and dropping them into the machine to ensure that it never stopped. Perpetually blushing, Kyle hatefully stared down his sister as she smirked up at him, paralyzed with disbelief that nobody was putting a stop to this.
"Woo! Ride, cowgirl, ride!" Daisy struggled to tease between bouts of ab crunching laughter.
The slow, gentle bobbing of the mechanical horse contrasted with Kyle's wild wriggling, and was the focus of attention for anybody waiting to have their groceries checked out, "Mmmphh mm gnnd. Mmmphh mm gnndd. Mmmphh mmm gnnnd."
With her elbow propped onto the coin box and her legs crossed, Tracy trained her phone on her brother, recording his pony ride and accompanying fit of fussy fidgeting, "Isn't this so much fun?"
"Mmmphh mmm gnndd, mmmphh mmm gnndd." Kyle's pacifier bobbed up and down as steadily as the fake horse he rode.
"Kyle?! Is that you?!" Jamie, another of Kyle's classmates, stepped away from her empty register and joined his sister's in watching him squirm in the saddle.
The cheery, chipper blonde in skin-tight khaki pants and a snug red polo shirt popped her hips to the side and let her jaw hang open as she listened to his sputtering and gurgling. Slipping her hand into her back pocket, she pulled out her pink phone and started recording as well, "Kyle, they turned you into a baby?!"
Kyle looked at his crush and shook the rattles in his hands, motioning for her to untie him, "Lnnng gmmphh! Mmmphh mmm tnnnff mmphh. Mmmphh gnnfff mmmphh. Hlllff!"
Tracy plunked another quarter into the machine, watching Jamie lift up Kyle's skirt to get a full view of his noisy diaper rustling against the plastic saddle, "Oh my-"
"Hmmmphh! Mmmmphh mmmphh mmpph!"
"You...got...owned!" Jamie laughed.
"Hell yeah he did," Tracy bragged, reaching out to high five Daisy.
"Lmmphh mmm gmm! Lmmphh mmm gmmm! Mmmphh! Mmmph! Mmmph!"
"Way to go girls!" Jamie high fived his sisters and took in his outfit, "I think I just found the perfect picture for our school's next yearbook!"
While Kyle shook his head and arched his back, his sisters once more regaled a growing crowd of people with the story of how they tricked and trussed their brother. At first he tried to shake his rattles to drown out the girls' voices, but when it just garnered more laughter he gave up and bitterly struggled in relative silence. During the exaggerated retelling of how he was wrestled into his outfit and conquered with rope, shoppers dumped their left over change into the coin box, happy to spend a few minutes of their afternoon to watch him awkwardly working his hips along with the rhythmic rocking of the horse...
To be continued...
