Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2011 08:50:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Stephanie Silver Subject: I Was Abducted By Sex-Crazed Space Aliens in Burley, Idaho I Was Abducted By Sex-Crazed Space Aliens in Burley, Idaho by Stephanie Silver Chapter 2 I froze. I swear, of all the terrible fates that could have befell me that summer, I think I would much have preferred turning into a Catholic over the horrors of being prosecuted for trespassing. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating. I'm pretty sure I had an out-of-body experience. I think my very soul was so startled that it literally leapt out of my body, for I distinctly recall being at about the level of the clouds for a few seconds. And then, next thing I knew, I was back by the fence, retrieving a plastic ball. And still alive, thankfully. Apparently prosecution takes a while. Or maybe the prosecution machinery was just temporarily turned off. I turned slowly. "I was just getting my ball," I explained. To a girl with long, brown hair and a scowl. She was seated in a lounge chair and, to my total bewilderment, was wearing a bikini. I could tell because there was a top and a bottom and nothing but bare flesh in between. I caught my breath. I don't think anything in my life had ever prepared me for talking to a girl in a bikini. I had no idea what I was supposed to say. In her hair was a ribbon made from a set of red flowers, and it gave her a Hawaiian look, despite the fact that her skin was as white as mine. Although maybe the Hawaiian look was also due in part to her bikini, which was white with a green and pink Hawaiian print on it. She was about my age, maybe a year older. Two at the most. "You're not supposed to be over here," she told me. I knew that. I was scared, but not so scared that I didn't take that as an invitation to escape back over the fence in the direction from which I came. By the time I reached the ground on the other side, she had stood up and come over to stare at me from her side of the fence. The ground on her side of the fence was about a foot higher than the ground on my side, so she could easily look over the fence. "I could have you arrested, you know," she said, her voice challenging. I knew that too. "I was just getting my ball," I repeated. I wasn't a lawyer, obviously, but I was pretty sure that the ball-retrieval defense covered a wide assortment of crimes. ("Yes your honor, I did commit murder, robbery, high-treason, and even trespassing. But I was just getting my ball, so it's okay." Upon which the judge would bang his gavel and dismiss the charges.) It seemed to satisfy Anna Marie. That was her name, although I didn't know that just then. She looked like the type that would be hard to convince too. She just had that skeptical look. That look some girls seem to have of being more than willing to tattle on you. If only to see you get in trouble. Which, I could kind of tell, even though she seemed to have dropped the subject for the moment at least, that I was still in some kind of trouble for having trespassed, and she still had the power to turn me in, to subject me to prosecution, if she so desired, and that it was in my best interest to keep her happy. I wasn't on the verge of tears. Honest. But, I think Anna Marie may have thought I was. And I think it amused her. Or something. Or maybe I was still confused from the bikini. I was talking to a girl in a bikini! Or rather, a girl in a bikini was talking to me. In a way, I was still not quite fully returned from that out-of-body experience. It was sorta like I was standing next to myself, or something, watching myself struggle, not knowing what to do. "I saw your ball come over," she said. "Why'd it take you so long to come looking for it?" "I don't know," I answered. I didn't feel comfortable telling her about the grand slam and the adoring crowds and the media attention. That's how I knew I was still having that out-of-body experience, because the me that was my physical body was staring at the ground and kicking at it with a shoe, while the me that must have been my soul was standing off to one side and seeing the amused look on Anna Marie's face at my response. "Why don't you know? Weren't you there?" "I... was doing something. For a while," I explained. "What?" "Something," I repeated. And suddenly I was back in my body - all the way back - and feeling the heat of my blush in my cheeks. "What?" she demanded. "I was just playing," I said. "What were you playing?" "Just stuff," I said, trying desperately to avoid the subject. Anna Marie decided to have mercy on me. "Do you sleep in that tent?" she asked. >From this side of the hedge-trellis you could see the small tent I slept in. "Yes." "Are you visiting your grandparents or something?" "Yes." "What's your name?" "Chris." "That's a girl's name," she said. "Did your parents want you to be a girl?" "It can be a boy's name," I insisted. She didn't look convinced. "Am I the first girl you've ever talked to?" she asked. Well, she wasn't obviously. "No, I've talked to girls before," I said. But I knew what she meant. "Have you ever talked to a girl in a bikini before?" she asked. "No." Well, that was true. "Do I make you nervous?" There was a hint of a laugh in her voice. If I said no, she'd know I was lying. If I said yes, I'd be admitting I was socially awkward. "A little," I said, settling on a compromise response. "I'm Anna Marie," she said. She told me her last name too, but it was a series of consonants and punctuation marks, unpronounceable by the human tongue. So that was like my second tip-off that she was a space alien. The first was the UFO, you recall. And maybe another tipoff was that she was still there talking to me. In a bikini. I had next to no social skills, and even less when it came to attractive females, so that she was talking to me at all implied there was something definitely different about her. "I'm staying here with my grandparents while my parents are on vacation in --." And here she inserted another name that consisted of nothing but consonants and punctuation symbols, and which I figured must be the name of some far-away galaxy. "They'll be gone all summer." I nodded, as if meeting a humanoid space alien was something I did every day. There was a lengthy pause in the conversation at that point, which prompted me to try to escape impending prosecution by saying, "I think I need to go eat now." And then I turned as if I was going to leave. I'm not sure what time it was, but I know it was long past lunchtime and nowhere near dinner time yet. Anna Marie knew that too, and - with her alien intelligence - immediately knew I was lying. "I'm going to tell my grandparents you were over here," she warned. I paused, and then she added, "They can have you arrested." I could just imagine myself in jail, with other hardened criminals, wearing a black and white striped jumpsuit. "What are you in for?" someone would ask. To which I'd reply, "Trespassing." And then we'd all nod thoughtfully as we each considered the various crimes we'd committed. I don't think it was another out-of-body experience, but the vision was extremely vivid. Okay, at that point I was on the verge of tears. Or maybe I was past that point. Who knows? I don't remember wiping tears away, but I don't remember how I got from behind the hedge trellis to inside the house, either. So maybe I was. I don't remember much of anything, to be honest. Although now I wonder if that wasn't because Anna Marie the space alien had me under some kind of alien mind control thing that made me forget things. Anyway, seeing how scared I was, she took pity on my poor human soul and made me a special offer - one I couldn't refuse. "Okay, I'll tell you what," she said. "Meet me back here later tonight, and I won't tell anyone." "What time?" I asked, gratefully grasping at the chance for redemption. "After dark," she said. "After your parents go to bed." "They usually stay up and watch the news," I warned, letting her know just how late it could be - like ten-thirty or so. "That's fine. Just watch their window from your tent and as soon as they turn out all the lights, wait fifteen minutes and then meet me right back here." "Okay." "Do you sleep in pajamas?" she asked. "No." I could tell she was sure I was lying, but the truth was I'd stopped wearing pajamas just that very second. "What do you sleep in?" she asked, her voice challenging again. Okay, well, I'd been pajama-free for only a few seconds, so I hadn't had time yet to consider alternatives. "My..." I was about to say that I slept in my underwear, but I suddenly remembered I was talking to a girl in a bikini, and I wasn't sure if it was polite to say words like that in those situations. "I just sleep in my clothes," I eventually said. Anna Marie smirked, and I vowed to come up with a better answer as soon as possible. "Okay, be back here by ten-forty-five. Eleven at the latest. Or I'll tell my grandparents you were over here and they'll have the police come and arrest you," she warned. "Right out of your tent," she added with a gloating smile. I could just imagine the scandal if that happened. I imagined dozens of newspaper reporters covering the story, capturing my humiliation on film as armed officers of the law surrounded me and escorted me away in handcuffs to their waiting patrol car. My folks would be watching sadly from the front window, the sirens and flashing lights having woken them from their slumbers. Grandma would be shaking her head and saying, "A trespasser! Why didn't he just turn into a Catholic instead?" Like I said, I don't remember much after that point. Most likely because Anna Marie had me under some form of space alien mind control. All I know is that at ten-thirty I was out in my tent, fully dressed, watching the clock and the light from my dad and Charlene's room. I think somewhere during that time I had dinner. At ten-forty, the light was still on. What was I going to do? At ten-forty-five I was ready to go inside and beg them to turn off the light, explaining that it was a matter of life and death. No, wait! I couldn't do that. If I did, they'd want to know what matter of life and death I was talking about, and then I'd have to explain how I was going to be prosecuted if I didn't meet a certain space alien out by the back fence by eleven o'clock, and then they'd want to know why I'd been trespassing, and all my horrible crimes would come to light anyway. No, my only hope was that they'd turn off the light on their own and... And then the light went off. I looked at my watch. It said ten-forty-nine. Close enough! I'd wait seven minutes - that was about half of the fifteen minutes Anna Marie said to wait - and still be there by eleven. As long as she wasn't an impatient space alien. She wasn't. Impatient, that is. I started to explain why I'd been so late, but she interrupted. "I know. I was watching them from here." She looked at me from her vantage point looking down. "Is that what you sleep in?" she asked. "Yes." "It doesn't look very comfortable," she challenged. "It's okay," I said. "Don't you at least take your pants off?" she asked. "And your shirt?" Okay, that's what I'd planned on originally. And since she said it first, and since she was no longer in a bikini, I figured it must be okay now. "Yeah." "Yeah what?" she asked. "Yes, I take my pants off." I felt a slight tingle in my groin area as I said that - it sounded kinda dirty and nasty. "What about your shirt?" she asked. "Yes." "Yes what?" Yes Ma'am? No, I was pretty sure she was asking if I took that off, too. Well, sure, why not? If mentally taking off my pants in front of a girl got me a tingle, then mentally stripping all the way to my underwear was sure to get me more than just a tingle. "Yes, I take my shirt off, too," I answered. "So you sleep in just your underwear?" she asked. Well now hadn't I just said that? "Yes." She nodded, and then took a moment to think. Or maybe to contact other space aliens. I don't know. Pretty soon she gave me an instruction that just about knocked me off my feet, "Okay, go take off your pants and shirt and come back in just what you sleep in. Hurry." Now I was starting to wonder if Grandma was right, that I would have been a lot better off just turning into a Catholic. "I... I can't do that," I protested. Protested in the sense that I made a statement to the contrary. Not protested like I actually considered doing anything other than exactly what she said. "I'll tell," she warned. And that was it. She had me by the figurative short hairs. I either did exactly what she said, or I would end up in jail. I went back to my tent and stripped down to my boxer shorts. I'd switched from cartoon briefs to boxer shorts just a few weeks before, as soon as I got out of elementary school. With junior high coming up in the fall - and a PE class that also involved a boy's locker room - my dad thought it would be a good idea for me to graduate to something more mature and manly in the underwear department. Only I hadn't exactly been planning on letting a girl see me in my underwear, so I happened to be wearing some salmon-colored, silky-material shorts that day. Pink. I'm not sure if I can explain how that happened. I know pink boxers didn't meet my Dad's standard of manliness at the time, but when we were out shopping for my new underwear that first time, they "spoke" to me. I guess rather than make an issue of it at the time, he decided to just let it go. At least I was wearing boxer shorts. Who knows? Maybe it was kismet. Kismet? When something's just inevitable. You know? Okay, so... pink boxers, a girl waiting for me to come back wearing just my underwear, and my dad and Charlene just a few feet away. Oh, and... yes, I had an erection. A little one. I mean, it was definitely somewhat arousing. Was I really going to go through with this? I had to ask myself that question as I paused at the door of my tent before exiting. Well, yeah! What choice did I have? I either let Anna Marie see me in my underwear or I'd end up in jail. Besides, in the dark, she probably wouldn't be able to tell what color they were. "Pink?" she asked. She was probably too surprised to laugh. Or maybe space aliens didn't find twelve-year-old boys in less-than-manly colors all that amusing. And no, she wasn't one of those space aliens who could see in the dark. She had a flashlight. And she was shining it on me. From head to toe. But mostly from thigh to navel. "Do you have a boner?" she asked. Well, that would explain the way the front of my boxers stuck out, wouldn't it? "Uh, yeah." I blushed. "Do you like me looking at you in your underwear?" Well, I'm not sure if that was exactly the reason or not. Maybe that had something to do with it. I wasn't sure. "Uh..." She turned off the light. "I thought I saw a light come on in your parents' room. Let's wait a minute and see if anyone comes out." I waited, shivering. And not because it was a cold night. I mean, it wasn't a cold night. I was just scared. I wanted to run and hide in my tent before anyone discovered me standing in the backyard in just my underwear. But I didn't dare move without Anna Marie's permission. So we waited. How long? It felt like an hour or more to me, so it was probably about two minutes. Two minutes just standing there, in front of a girl - a pretty girl, I guess I'd have to say - in my boxer shorts, with a boner. A boner that was slowly - no, quickly - diminishing in size. Anna Marie finally glanced back and then briefly shined the light on me, noticing that my boner had by now disappeared. "Are you cold?" "Kinda." I said, not wanting to admit I was more scared than cold. "Want me to give you something to put on?" she asked. "Okay." "Wait here," she said, and left. I'm not sure where she thought I might go in just my boxers, but I waited. For... Okay, it was probably just a few minutes, even though it seemed like half the night. When she came back, she handed me something that at first felt like a soft, cotton dish towel, only bigger. I unfolded it, and saw that it was a girl's nightgown. "Put it on," she said. "It's a nightgown," I said. "So?" "I'm not wearing a nightgown." "Why not? You have a girl's name and you're wearing pink underpants. What's the difference?" Well, I'm sure I could think of plenty of differences, but nothing exactly came to mind just then. I could imagine that judge, the one who had so considerately banged his gavel to dismiss the charges against me after my superior ball-retrieval defense story, suddenly pausing as this new evidence was presented, and returning to his seat to retry the case. Plus Anna Marie had the clinching reason: "I'll tell you were over here," she warned. I begrudgingly put on the nightgown. Semi-begrudgingly. Okay, even at age twelve, I was just a little turned on by the idea of wearing girl's clothes. Maybe a lot turned on. And being forced to do it, too. I mean, well, you know, I probably thought about it a few times, and probably thought about several other things along those same lines many more times, so I can't say I was exactly mortified at the idea of turning away from my approaching manhood by donning a girl's nightgown. But I still wasn't exactly ready to give in totally to those urges. I mean, I had to resist a little. Right? I couldn't let Anna Marie the space alien know it wasn't quite the horrible punishment she intended it to be. Or maybe she was just experimenting, having never observed a human boy so closely before. I don't know. And at first, there was some question just how one puts on a nightgown. I considered at first stepping into it from the top, like a skirt, using the neck hole, but quickly realized that was going to be too narrow. "Just pull it over your head," Anna Marie suggested helpfully after a moment or two of observing my follies. That worked. And quite well, I might add. And then there I was, wearing girl clothes for the very first time in my life. For the very first time? Maybe. I'm not sure. There might have been a couple times before that, in my sister's room when no one else was at home, wearing her things. But, those were such short-lived moments, I'm sure I quickly forgot about them. I know I never considered them my destiny, or anything like that. It was just for the wild thrill of doing something I knew I wasn't supposed to be doing. But this was different. I'm not going to say I put on a girl's nightgown and suddenly my whole world shifted and everything fell into place for me and I realized I was finally in the right clothes and resolved from that point on to live my life as a girl. No, not quite. I'm just saying it didn't feel as strange as I guess it could have. But I still blushed. Because Anna Marie was watching me. And I think I blushed more from the fact that being in her nightgown wasn't as embarrassing to me as I believed she expected it to be, than I did from the gender-inappropriateness of my outfit. Anna Marie shined her light on me, exposing me to any who happened to be watching. Which was only her, as far as I knew. But still, you never knew if someone might be walking down the street, and looking into backyards. Or if someone inside the house might suddenly feel the need to look into the backyard from one of their high, small bedroom windows. Or, perhaps my dad would suddenly appear, having decided on a midnight walk, poking his head around the corner of the hedge trellis and ask me what I was doing. I think it would have been easier to explain trespassing. Or a sudden case of Catholicism. I doubt Anna Marie's flashlight was able to reveal the blush in my cheeks. But on the other hand, she probably had some kind of infrared vision that told her exactly how embarrassed I was. In any case, she didn't shine the light on my face; just on my torso and legs. "I dare you to walk around that way," she said. I think whatever space language translator she was using gave her a slightly different definition of the word dare than the one we're used to using, because it was more of a command than an actual dare. "You mean around the backyard?" I asked. "Yes. Go that way," she said, pointing to her left, "and come back over there." She finished by pointing to her right in the direction of my grandparents' house. So I did. "And take your time," she ordered just after I started to go. "I want you to be over there for five minutes." Without my watch I had no idea how long five minutes was, so I could only guess. I figured it was long enough for me to go pretty slow. It was definitely long enough for me to get a feel for the state I was in - walking around my grandpa's backyard in a girl's nightgown. It was long enough for me to wonder what things would be like if I really was a girl, and wearing a nightgown was completely normal. Long enough to wonder if I'd still have imaginary baseball games, or if I'd want to have other, more feminine pursuits instead. After what I guessed was a sufficiently long time - long enough for me to feel comfortable with the way I was dressed, at least in front of Anna Marie, my space alien tormentor - I made my way back behind the hedge. Anna Marie was waiting. "How was it?" she asked. "It was okay," I admitted. "Do you still have a boner?" she asked, shining her light on me. If I did, it was hidden beneath the skirt of my nightgown. "Pull your nightgown up so I can see," she ordered. I did. And, yes, I did have a slight erection. Anna Marie studied me for a moment or two, and then said, "You shouldn't be wearing boxer shorts with that. It looks stupid. Take them off." I protested that, too, but a minute or two later was handing her my boxer shorts in exchange for something else. As in, when she told me to take off my shorts and put something else on instead, I had no idea what something else was going to be. Okay, perhaps I had an inkling. If I had bothered to think further ahead than the next three and a half seconds. Yeah, I know you've all figured it out already - it was some girl panties. And I guess I was more nervous about being outside with no underwear on at all, than I was about what kind of underwear it was, so I put them on. W-h-i-i-p-p-p! Right up to my crotch. And then, as if I'd been wearing panties and nightgowns all my life, I carefully smoothed my skirt as I pulled it back down. Done. The panties -- my first panties -- were pink with white scalloped edging around the legs and waist. Pink-pink, not salmon-pink like my boxers. A little darker shade of pink than the nightgown, which was a very light shade of pastel pink and white squares in a checkerboard pattern. With a satin drawstring bow in front, and tiny ruffles for the skirt. But I wasn't done. Anna Marie wanted to see. Obediently I pulled the hem of my nightgown up, revealing my panties to her wandering flashlight. She looked for a while, and then said, "You need to tuck your penis back between your legs. Girls are flat in the front." Yeah, well, I'm not a girl, and girls also have boobs that stick out. But I didn't say that to her. No, I just turned around, pulled my panties down a ways, tucked my penis back between my legs, and then pulled my panties back up and into place. I kept my nightgown held up as I turned back for her final approval. "That's better," she said. "Now walk around that way one time. And when you come back, bring me your pants and t-shirt from your tent." I didn't take as long this time as I did the first time. I was pretty sure Anna Marie would have said if she wanted me to go slow. But I didn't hurry, either. Just once around at what I figured was a "feminine" pace. I was a little nervous as I collected my pants and t-shirt from the tent. I knew she was going to keep them, forcing me to spend the night dressed as a girl. But it was pointless to protest. When I got back she took my clothes, just like I thought, and then announced that we were through for the night. "You have to sleep like that all night," she warned, without reminding what the consequences would be if I didn't. "I'll give you your clothes back in the morning." And then she left.