“Oh my goodness, you are sooo dramatic. No one is getting in trouble, and my parents would only be upset if you were a boy.” Sara said. The words were not lost on Jordan; they hurt just the same while they were probably unintentional.
“You know I’m a boy, right?”
“Yeah, but you are not like the others as you’re mine.” Changing to a cutesy voice, Sara said, “You are my whitto man. Yes, you are.” As she rustled Jordan’s hair a bit, he couldn’t help but feel demoralized.
“You shouldn’t have to worry. This is pretty much my bathroom.” Sara said, changing the subject. “As any company would use the downstairs bathroom, my parents have their own bathroom. So I’m really the only one who uses this one.”
“Great.” Jordan said, still not crazy about how this would work.” Sara reached over with her free hand and turned on the faucet. She stuck her finger under the tap and adjusted it to make it lukewarm, remembering how Jordan was with the Macaroni.
“That should be okay for you. You are going to love this soap. It smells like tropical fruits; I got it at Bath and body works. It smells so good. So, at least I know one person who isn’t going to smell like a stinky boy.” Sara said.
Jordan eyed the oversized everyday objects of her bathroom, trying not to think that he would smell like tropical fruit for the rest of his life. It was sickening to think that he would smell however she wanted from now on.
“So, umm, do you think we could get a more manlier scent at least?”
“No, I want you smelling good, but I will allow you some input if you are good. However, something like that is a privilege, so it must be earned, and it can be taken away.” Sara said, enjoying being on the other end of that statement for once.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jordan said, already knowing he was defeated. During these moments, Jordan could tell as much as Sara hated to admit she was an awful lot like her mother. “I call her mini-me.” Jordan thought, recalling a scene from an old movie he had watched the night before this all transpired.
“So we are just going to take these clothes off. So go ahead and strip unless you want me to do it for you.” Sara said as her eyes drifted down onto Jordan.
“Fine, do you have a stare, though?” Jordan said.
“I don’t have to, but I don’t see anyone who can stop me,” Sara grinned. “Besides, I’ve already seen it all anyway. I undressed you last night.” Jordan reluctantly pulled off his sweatshirt and jeans which immediately disappeared into her pocket.
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