Panty Town

That sort of sealed Jamie's fate. And changed the Sanders' lives for good.
And for the better. Mom was sure from that moment on that Jamie was a
sissy. She didn't fault him for it. She didn't think there was anything
wrong with it. But accommodations would have to be made.

Jamie still wasn't sure he was a sissy. He liked wearing nighties. His
penis told him that. And the penis knows its mind. But that didn't make him
a sissy. Sissies liked boys and kissed them. Some sissies even <gasp>
sucked boys' big, hard thingees until their creamy loads leaped out. Jamie
could never do that. There were lots of other things sissies did to
pleasure their men, but Jamie didn't even want to think about those.

Maybe he was thought to be a sissy because of the contrast with his brother
Alec. Jamie was short, slim and girlish looking. So what? That didn't make
him a sissy. Alec was tall, muscular and very handsome. He was also a star
at every sport he played. But that didn't make Alec any more of a man.

Jamie couldn't even hold a baseball bat the right way. How could the
brothers be so different? One neighborhood rumor pointed to a very short,
unathletic, slim pizza deliveryman who served the Sanders' route some 15
years before. But how will we ever know?

They were different, but there was a strong, loving bond between the
brothers. Alec defended his brother from insults and attacks. And he
fretted about Jamie's inability to fit into a culture Alec and his ilk have
always dominated.

Jamie's brother Alec was a rarity. A teenage guy who was admired by guys
and adored by girls, but managed to keep his perspective. He wasn't
stuck-up. He didn't bully the less fortunate. He was kind and decent to
everyone. Alec's Dad had told him once that there are a lot of people for
whom high school was the high point of their lives. They ruled in high
school because they were the best looking or most athletic. But they
couldn't make a living from either. And people older than 21 or so often
value other qualities.