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Junior High Hazing
By sissy_babs
When I was a young boy of 11 or 12 I was in Junior High School. It was
that early in life that I first started to fantasize about cross-dressing
and forced feminization although I had no idea what either was. All I knew
was that I liked to wear some women's clothing and I felt that I should
have been born a girl. I later realized that I didn't want to be a woman.
I liked girls, not boys. I just wanted to occasionally wear girl's
clothes.
At that time there was a group of 'tough' girls in our school. They were
pulling boys into the girl's room and putting make-up on them. To most
boys this was a terrible fate. For me, I tried to be in the hallway near
their favorite bathroom as much as possible. I never did become one of
their victims but it did spin a fantasy about it. I'll try to recreate it
here even though it's been 30+ years since I really thought of it. I hope
it works out and you enjoy my earliest fantasy.
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It was just another lousy Friday in Junior High. I was looking forward to
going home but first I had to get a drink of water. My locker was in the
back hall away from most of the classrooms. This was also the hall that
the 'bad' kids hung out in. You know the ones who always got in trouble
and who at the tender young age of 12 or 13 were hanging out in the
bathrooms smoking. Just a quick drink and...
It happened so fast, the door to the girl's bathroom swung open and 3
girls grabbed me and shoved me into the bathroom. I fell onto the floor
and the girls quickly jumped on me. In a flash they had their make-up out
and started to spread it all over my face. I started to struggle and the
next thing I knew my head bounced back and hit the tile floor hard.
Everything started to get fuzzy and...
I started to come to and I realized that I was on a bus. I could hear
Jamie, Susan and Diane talking. They were the three girls who pushed me
into the bathroom. I couldn't tell who was who. I was still really groggy
and decided to just keep still.
"I don't believe that bus driver didn't even question us carrying him onto
the bus."
"He's such a loser and he's just happy when we don't bother him."
"What are we going to do now? I know that we couldn't leave this wimp
laying on the bathroom floor but what are we going to do now?"
"When he comes to we'll just send him home and have a good laugh."
I decided to give them all a good scare. What would they do if I had
amnesia? If I didn't know who or where I was? How could they just send me
on my way? I started to stir.
"Where am I?"
It was Jamie who answered first. "Hey guys, the wimp is back."
I looked her straight in the face. "Wimp? Who's that and who are you?"
"You know who I am," she snapped back.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't. I don't recognize any of you. As a matter of fact
I don't know who I am."
"OK Mark," it was Susan talking now, "knock it off and quit kidding
around."
It was hard to keep a straight face but I kept it going. "Who's Mark?"
With a bit of an edge, "You are an asshole," Jamie shot back.
"I can't be Mark. Mark's a boys name and the last thing I do remember is
being in the girls bathroom so I must be a girl."
"Guys!" Diane had a bit of panic in her voice.
The three girls huddled together behind me. They were whispering but I
could hear them.
"I think that knock on his head gave him amnesia," Diane said.
"Amnesia? What do you mean?" Susan asked.
"He doesn't know who he is. The trauma caused him to block everything out
of his mind," Diane continued, "We can't just let him get off the bus like
this. We have to help him until he can remember who he is."
"But we can't just take a boy home," Susan said.
"Well, he thinks he's a girl, we'll just pretend that he is and plan a
little slumber party," Diane said.
We got to Diane's house and she told me that this was where we going. I
got off of the bus with her and the other girls and walked to her house.
"My mom is still at work," Diane told the other girls, "so I'll take,
ummm, Mary here home and get her ready for the slumber party."
Now out of the three girls Diane was the nicest one. I couldn't understand
why she was a part of that group but I was glad that she was now and the
one taking me home. The other girls agreed to meet back there at 7:00 for
pizza. Diane took me upstairs and sat me down on her bed.
"How are you feeling Mary?"
"OK, I guess." For effect I rubbed the back of my head where I had a small
lump. "But I just feel so weird. It's hard not remembering who you are."
"Well, You're my cousin Mary who's visiting me for the weekend. You came
to school with me and you slipped in the bathroom and you hit your head."
"Oh, but I don't remember that but I'm glad that you're my cousin because
you're so pretty. I wish I could be just half as pretty as you." I was
laying it on thick.
"With a little make-up you would be quite pretty. Let's see what we can do
before the girls get here."
"What about your mom?"
"Friday nights she works late and she won't be home until after 9
o'clock," Diane answered.
Now pushing it a bit more, "Are my clothes in the other room?"
I have to hand it to Diane; she was quick on her feet. "Your suitcase was
lost on the plane but you can share my clothes."
She had me take a scented bubble bath and she handed me a pretty bra and
panty set along with a nice fluffy towel. I took the bath and toweled off
then I slid the soft silky pink panties up my legs. I had some trouble
fastening the bra but I managed to get it done. I was a bit embarrassed
but I stepped back into Diane's room. Looking down at my boy chest I said,
"I guess I haven't developed as much as you have."
"No problem. Before I really developed I used some nylons rolled up to
help." And she went into her dresser drawer, removed 2 pairs of pantyhose,
rolled them up and put them into the cups of the bra. "Now we need to get
you something to wear."
Diane got out a bunch of clothes holding them up to me to see how they
looked. There was a party dress but she thought that it was a bit too
frilly for tonight. A light pink summer dress was next but it still wasn't
right. Finally a plaid catholic uniform skirt from Diane's old school. It
seems that she hated it so much that she looked for the baddest girls in
the new school and work on being their friend. She still liked the look of
the uniform because it was 'good' and could look so sexy. I put on the
skirt and she found me a white button down blouse. I had some problems
with it since I was used to the buttons being on the other side.
After I was dressed Diane led me over to her vanity. She sat me down and
stated to put on my make-up. She told me what she was doing every step of
the way and I had to concentrate very hard on what she was saying and
doing to try to keep my penis from tenting up in my skirt. As she was
working on my face she explained that her mother used to enter her in a
lot of pageants but Diane get tired of it and she stopped but she learned
a lot about doing make-up there.
Diane started to brush and style my hair. Since it was the 70's I had long
hair like most of the guys. This made it easy to style and as I looked
into the mirror I could see that Diane was right when she said she had
learned a lot about make-up. Looking back at me was a fairly good-looking
girl. As she brushed and styled my hair Diane just kept chatting away
telling me all about her life and secrets like I was her cousin.
I glanced over at Diane's night table to the 'digital' clock. The minute
'flap' dropped showing the current time as 4:47. My mom would be home soon
and she would wonder where I was. I was also feeling guilty about Diane
worrying about me and now treating me like family. I just had to let her
know.
"Diane."
"Yes Mary?" she was just finishing putting a nice soft style to my hair.
"Diane... well... I'm fine."
"I know you are. Actually after what I've done you're better than fine.
You're a fox."
I looked in the mirror and she was right. I was looking foxy. I thought
about just keeping quite but I couldn't. "No Diane, I mean you did a
wonderful job and I do look great ...for a boy. I don't have amnesia."
Diane just paused. She looked at me and I could see anger starting to
flush her face a bit red. "What do you mean you don't have amnesia? When
did you recover?"
I knew that I was just going to make her mad but I just had to come clean.
"I never had amnesia. I came to on the bus and heard you all talking and I
just wanted to give you a good scare."
Before I knew it my face was turned the other way and my cheek was on
fire. Diane's slap almost knocked me right off of the stool. "You prick!
How dare you do this to me and my friends." A backhand across the other
cheek turns me in the other direction. "You had me scared that we nearly
killed you and then what would we do if you never recovered and now you
tell me it was all a joke." She went to slap me again but I jumped up and
backed away.
"Listen, just give me back my clothes and I'll be running home."
Diane stood there a minute glaring at me. She turned to the dresser and
pulled out a couple pairs of her tights. She flew across the room and
knocked me down onto the bed. I was surprised at how strong she was and as
I tried to get free it just made things harder. Before I knew it she had
my arms trussed behind my back and my legs tied together and tied to my
wrists. I was hog-tied. "What are you doing?"
Diane picked up one of my dirty socks off of the floor and stuffed it into
my mouth before I knew it. She then secured it with one of her stockings.
"Shut up Bitch! You're in no position to ask any questions. I'm calling
Jamie and Susan and then we'll decide what to do with you."
She got off of the bed and I heard the door close and lock. I struggled
and tried to get free but Diane knew how to tie a knot. I could hear her
downstairs and her voice was very raised. I couldn't hear what she was
saying but I could tell that she wasn't happy. I looked at the clock and
saw that it was know 5:10.
It wasn't long after that I heard the doorbell. Susan and Jamie both
arrived at the same time and I could hear all three girls. I really
couldn't tell what they were saying but I could hear by their tone of
voice that it wasn't good for me. Jamie had a reputation for being a bit
violent and she had even been suspended a few times for fighting. Well,
not actually fighting. That would imply that the other person got in a few
hits. Jamie was tough and she had just beat a few kids up including some
pretty big boys is school. I figured I was next and in this position and
judging from the tone of her voice she'd probably kill me.
Struggle as I might I wasn't getting myself free. All I seemed to do was
to make the knots tighter. Things had toned down downstairs. All kinds of
things started to flash through my head. They were getting knives, maybe
rope and they were going to hand me, or maybe Diane's mom had a gun. I
hated the quiet more than the loud voices because that let my mind run
wild and I had a pretty vivid imagination.
It was only 5:30 when I heard the door being unlocked. I struggled to turn
my head and look over at the door. All three girls were there and they
didn't have anything in their hands. That was a relief, I was just going
to get the crap beat out of me. Susan and Diane came over to the bed and
dragged me off. They knelt me on the floor in front of Jamie and I knew
that I was in for it. I was so scared that right there on my knees in
front of all three of them my bladder let go. It wasn't bad enough that I
was dressed as a girl, hogtied with my own dirty sweat sock stuffed in my
mouth and that I was about to have three girl kick the crap out of me. I
was humiliating myself even further by peeing myself.
Diane backhanded me "You filthy bitch!" she shouted, "Those are MY clothes
that you're peeing in."
Jamie just started laughing. Surprisingly she stopped Diane from hitting
me again and she called her over. They started whispering something and
then Diane left the room laughing. She returned just a few seconds later
with an instant camera. FLASH. The flash bulb blinded me for a second just
before another one went off. The pictures slid out of the camera and Susan
handed them to Jamie. Jamie started to wave them like everyone did then to
'help them develop'. It really didn't do anything other than give you
something to do while waiting.
"Look at the pathetic sissy kneeling in her own pee," Jamie said looking
at the developed pictures. She showed the pictures to Diane who laughed.
Susan went to walk over and see but as soon as she started to let me go I
started to fall so Diane brought the pictures to her and then she showed
them to me. Most of Diane's wonderful make-up job was gone. I guess it
rubbed off on the bed and you could clearly tell that it was me in a skirt
and blouse kneeling in a puddle.
Jamie now walked over to me. "We were going to beat the shit out of you
and send you home but seeing what a pretty sissy you make and how wimpy
you are peeing yourself we decided that we would give you a choice." Diane
untied the gag as Jamie continued. "We can either beat the shit out of you
like we first planned... or... since Diane told me how much you liked
playing dress up you can be our own living Barbie doll tonight. We'll take
a lot of pictures and then the rest of the school year you will do
whatever we tell you to do. If you do we'll give you the pictures on the
last day of school. If not we'll pass the pictures around to EVERYONE."
"I don't trust you," I said with a tear rolling down my cheek. "You'll
show them to everyone anyway."
"Do you trust me?" Diane asked. It was the same Diane that was brushing my
hair and treating me like a friend. Not the one that was pissed off about
being lied to. I think she was feeling just a little sorry for me.
"I guess so," I stammered through my tears.
"OK then. Before you leave today I'll take the pictures and lock them up
with my stuff. OK?" Diane looked at me and at the other two girls. They
both nodded and so did I.
"Now remember, just because I have them locked up it doesn't mean that
you're off the hook. Slip up just once and the pictures are out for all to
see. Understand?"
"Yes and I'll do whatever you guys say," I answered being a bit naive to
what that could mean but at 12 years old it seemed reasonable.
"Fine," Diane answered untying me. "First of all get out of those clothes
and clean up this mess you made."
I struggled to my feet and started towards the bathroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jamie yelled at me stopping me in my
tracks.
"I'm going to the bathroom to change."
"I didn't hear Diane tell you to go and change. She told you to get out of
those clothes and that means here and now."
I was going to argue again but Susan waved the pictures at me. There were
only two and I thought about trying to grab them and running but first of
all I was still in a skirt, blouse and wet underwear. Secondly, I might be
able to win with Susan but Diane already showed me that she was tougher
than I was and I knew that Jamie was the toughest, so I figured I better
just do as I was told. I unbuttoned the blouse and put it neatly on the
bed and then stepped out of the skirt and did the same.
"Oh," exclaimed Susan, "isn't the sissy so pretty in pink."
"Yes," replied Jamie. "Except for that wet spot in the front of his
panties."
"Get those off too," ordered Diane. "You need to take them into the
bathroom and wash tem out and you might as well take off that bra. I'll
find you another one that will match your new panties."
I struggled to remove the bra and then, with a bit of hesitation I removed
the panties. Now standing there completely naked the girls all started to
laugh.
"I've never seen a boys penis before," Susan giggled "Are they all that
small?"
"Oh no," Jamie said. "My last boyfriend was in high school and I used to
play with his penis and it was much, much bigger than his, even when it
was soft."
FLASH, Diane had the camera again. "Now go wash out my panties and bring
in something to clean my rug. The stuff is under the sink."
I walked out of the room bright red, listening to all of them laugh. I
washed out the wet panties and hung them over the shower rod to dry. I
then found some carpet cleaner under the sink along with a scrub brush and
some rags and returned to the room. The girls were all talking and
laughing obviously planning the rest of the evening. I knelt down and
started to apply the cleaner to the wet spot I left on the rug. SWACK,
FLASH.
My ass started to burn as Jamie brought the back of Diane's hairbrush
against it. Meanwhile Diane was taking another picture.
SWACK! The other cheek burned. "You've been a bad little boy and bad boys
get spanked. SWACK! Another one followed by three more. FLASH
"Man is his ass red." Diane said taking the picture from the camera. "But
he must like it. Look his little penis is all hard."
They were right but I just tried to ignore it. I finished cleaning the
spot and stood up. After returning the cleaning supplies to the bathroom I
returned to the bedroom to find the girls all sitting on the bed. It
seemed that although Jamie had first hand experience with a boy's penis
the other two didn't and they wanted to play with mine. I was told to just
stand there. And I did as they ran their hands up and down the shaft and
felt ma tiny balls covered with peach fuzz. Jamie told them that guys love
to have their girlfriend suck their penises but neither girl was willing
to put their mouth on where my pee comes out.
They let me call my mom and make up an excuse that I was with a friend
Tommy and I'd be home after dinner. They then had me put on a fresh pair
of panties and a bra and started to play dress up. I had on just about
everything that Diane had hanging in her closet. Fortunately the camera
ran out of film after another 2 or 3 pictures but they had more than
enough.
Diane also used me as a face model as she showed the other two girls make-
up tips that she'd learned from her pageant days. Suddenly the alarm clock
went off and Diane shut it off. "Well girls, it's time for our sissy here
to be going. My mom will be home soon and I don't think he wants her to
find him here. She just might call the cops."
They let me put on my school clothes but not my own underwear. I had to
keep on the bra and panties, take them home and hand wash them and return
them to Diane at school Monday along with the nylons being used to stuff
my bra. I ran home pulling out the nylons and trying to use them to rub
the make-up off of my face. When I got home I looked through the front
windows and not seeing anyone I ran straight into the downstairs bathroom.
My mom asked if I was all right and I answered yes but I just had to go
real bad. After washing my face real good and getting the make-up off I
popped my head into the den and told my family that I was going to bed.
I ran into my room, got undressed and hid the bra, panties and nylons. I
didn't know when I'd get to wash them but I'd find sometime over the
weekend. My mom came upstairs as I was masturbating under the covers.
Fortunately she knocked on the door before opening it and coming in to see
if I was all right. She was concerned that I ran in, went straight to the
bathroom and then right to bed. I told her that I was fine and she left. I
finished masturbating into some tissues and fell asleep thinking about
that evening.
True to my word I served all three girls for the entire school year. I
carried their books, occasionally bought their lunches, did their homework
and when they could get away with it at home, I'd do their chores. We
never did have another dress up session as much as I wanted to and true to
her word Diane gave me the pictures on the last day of school. The three
of them went to the high school the next year and I never did see them
again but I'll never forget them or the time that I was their sissy slave.
Jeannie
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