Jake Goes on an Apology Tour (Part 2)

Jake followed obediently, his mind racing as they walked toward the next neighbor’s home. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His entire body felt numb, except for the constant burn of shame that seemed to radiate from his very core. He noticed a group of kids playing in the yard as they approached the next house. They paused as they saw Jake, their eyes growing wide as they took in his outfit.
“Hey, look!” one of the boys shouted. “It’s a sissy girl!”
The others burst into laughter, pointing and jeering at Jake. He wanted to sink into the ground, but his mother’s hand was on his back, pushing him forward.
“Ignore them,” she said firmly. “We have more important things to do.”
They reached the next door, and Brenda knocked loudly. A woman answered, her eyebrows shooting up as she saw Jake.
“Brenda, is everything alright?” she asked, glancing nervously at Jake.
“We’re fine,” Brenda replied smoothly. “We just need to speak to your daughter for a moment.”
The woman nodded, stepping aside to allow them in. As they entered the living room, Jake saw the daughter, Sarah, sitting on the couch. She looked up, her eyes narrowing as she took in Jake’s appearance.
“What’s going on?” she demanded, her voice sharp.
Brenda stepped forward, gesturing for Jake to come closer. “Jake has something he needs to say to you.”
Jake swallowed hard, his throat tight. “I… I’m sorry, Sarah. I… I used my phone to look up your skirt.”
Sarah’s face twisted in disgust. “You what? That’s disgusting!”
Brenda stepped back, giving Jake no choice but to continue. “I know it was wrong. I promise I won’t do it again.”
Sarah crossed her arms, her eyes scanning Jake from head to toe. “Prove it. Show me what you’re wearing under that skirt.”
Jake’s heart skipped a beat. He hesitated, but when he looked at his mother, she gave him a nod. With trembling hands, he lifted the hem of his skirt, exposing the white panties beneath.
Sarah leaned forward, peering closely. “Well, I guess you are sorry. But if you ever try anything like that again, I’ll ask your Mom to make you wear those clothes to school!”
Jake lowered the skirt, his face burning with humiliation. “I won’t, Sarah. I promise.”
Brenda patted his shoulder again, pushing him toward the door. “Thank you, Sarah. We appreciate your understanding.”
As they left the house, Jake felt relief wash over him. Two down, three more to go. He didn’t want to think about it. His legs felt like jelly as they approached the next house. This time, a family friend, Mrs. Carter, answered the door. Her eyes widened as she saw Jake, but she kept her composure.
“Brenda, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice cautious.
“We need to speak to your daughter, Lynn,” Brenda explained. “It’s important.”
Mrs. Carter nodded, leading them to the living room where Lynn was watching TV. She looked up, her eyes widening as she saw Jake.
“Jake? What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
Brenda stepped forward, her voice firm. “Jake has something he needs to say to you.”
Jake’s stomach churned as he stepped forward. “Lynn, I’m sorry. I… I used my phone to look up your skirt.”
Lynn’s eyes narrowed, anger and disbelief flashing across her face. “You did what?”
Brenda stepped back, giving Jake no choice but to continue. “I know it was wrong. I promise I won’t do it again.”
Lynn crossed her arms, her eyes scanning Jake from head to toe. “Prove it. Show me what you’re wearing under that skirt.”
Jake’s heart raced. He hesitated, but when he looked at his mother, she gave him a nod. With trembling hands, he lifted the hem of his skirt, exposing the white panties beneath.
Lynn leaned forward, peering closely. “Well, I guess you are sorry. But if you ever try anything like that again, I’ll slap you silly.”
Jake lowered the skirt, his face burning with humiliation. “I won’t, Lynn. I promise.”
As they left the house, Jake felt relief wash over him. Three down, two more to go. He didn’t know if he could take it. His legs felt like jelly as they approached the next house.

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