Posted by Danny
People in this family just aren’t normal.
On Saturday I began the Great Clothes Migration, Part 2, the Stephanie Saga.
The two of us headed up to her room and began the process. I had her strip down to her underwear and bra so that the changing could go faster. When we start, I focus. No time for play or snacks or lunch or bathroom. On – off – quick decisions!
About 15 minutes into it, I heard noises coming from DJ’s room. I opened the door to find DJ, Jesse and Michelle brewing up some mischief. Apparently they had been in bed acting like they were taking a nap in the hopes that I’d come in and stir a ruckus. But I didn’t have time for their junk. I had work to do – Mount Kilimanjaro of clothing awaited.
Without pause, they looked at Stephanie who was about to undergo four hours of agony, and began to sing a popular song – but they changed the words from “Yellow and Black” to “Panties and Bra.” She grinned at first but both of us grew tired quickly. We shut her door and went on about our business.
About ten minutes later, we heard chanting outside. Looking out of her second floor window, we noticed something unusual – three people, on the roof, glaring in the window at us. It began with the same chant, followed by skipping by the window, dancing by the window and spinning by the window. The grand finale was a slight mooning courtesy of Uncle Jesse (for someone with a butt as big as his, even a slight moon is fairly obvious).
Now that Stephanie was fully distracted, I’d had enough. My glare showed my disapproval.
The show appeared to end.
About ten minutes later, DJ came in to see if she could help.
“Do I need your help? Yes. Are you capable of helping? From the looks of things, I’m doubtful.”
“I’ll help you but it’s hot up here. Can you turn the heat down?”
Stephanie chirped in, “I’m comfortable.”
DJ replied, “You’re in your bra and panties.”
“Well I’m the one trying on all the clothes!”
“Fine, I’ll put on my sports bra with shorts and help.”
The next thing I knew, DJ and Michelle were in the room in sports bras and shorts. I heard them holler downstairs, “Jesse, we’re having a shirtless clean out party upstairs. Come join us”
“Un.” I knew what that meant.
It took about ten seconds for him to show up. Shirt off, hairy chest and stomach grossing me out.
They left the room and found Jesse a sports bra to help make him a bit more presentable.
He claims he “helped” with the Great Clothes Migration this year. I think “helped” is a strong word.