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GAMES THAT SISSIES PLAY! By Sylvia Who? Cousin Ann's eleventh birthday party was one occasion I was never likely to forget, although it was many years ago. A written invitation had arrived a couple of days beforehand and since it was a midweek party and Mum was working late, so she suggested I take the opportunity to go along after school even if only for the tea. "What with all those sissy girls!" I countered with apparent disgust, but finally tempted by the promise of jellies, sweets and cakes normally reserved for such an occasion in the days of food rationing following the second world war. I assumed that my invite to my cousin's party was reciprocated by her invitation to my rowdy all-boy affair nine weeks earlier, when she came into the games room wearing a brand new yellow satin party frock, as she declared - "Do you like my pretty dress?" - a plea which was totally ignored by the boys wrestling on the floor in the middle of the room. But from my vantage point as I lay face up at the bottom of the pile I could see it was a lovely dress and I had a clear view up between her legs, past her pouffy net petticoats to her lacy panties which I found a delightful sight as I tried to grab her by the ankle and pull her down into the melee but she squealed in horror, stamped her tiny foot on my outstretched hand and beat a hasty retreat from the room. So that fateful day arrived and I found myself noisily trundling my way towards Aunt's house, which was a mile from my school, one foot on the kerb, and the other in the gutter as I kicked an empty tin-can relentlessly towards my goal, still debating, finger in mouth whether to about turn and go home instead, - after all my baby brother was being cared for until later in the evening so I would have the house to myself, so I could always throw a bucket of water out of our upstairs window and disrupt the neighbourhood girls playing their silly games in Mrs. Brown's back yard or I could always terrorise Mr.Jones's chickens or irritate Mr. Johnson's vicious pit bull terrier even further! But I continued on my shiftless way, eventually arriving outside my cousin's house, and giving the tin-can one final swipe with my foot and watching it clatter across the road in front of a passing car before running up the garden path and ringing at the door-bell. "Oh! It's you making all that racket out in the road! - Decided to come then! - Trust you to be first!" Hands on hips, my Aunt eyed me up and down, noting the care and attention I had taken over my appearance, battered cap at its rakish angle scarcely covering overlong hair, brown blazer with the torn badge pocket half hanging off, a shrivelled piece of material wrapped round my neck clumsily masquerading as a tie, my shirt hanging from the front of my trousers below which hung the hems of a ragged edge pair of whitish grey underpants, muddied grey knee- socks, one still held neatly in place with an elastic band, while the other? Well it was keeping my lace-up shoes company, even though the shoe laces were trailing untied on the ground. I was a boyhood vision of sartorial elegance which my Aunt failed to appreciate, since she was elegantly dressed in a red two piece straight skirt and jacket contrasting with a white lacy blouse, while on her feet were shiny black shoes with high heels, while the faultless makeup she was wearing was spoilt by her scowl of disapproval as she sneered. "Fortunately for you, your uncle is working late and I know he already has a bone to pick with you over the damage you caused in our brand new bathroom suite when you came round for your weekly bath the other day, and apparently since you will be the only boy here this evening don't disgrace us in front of your cousin's girlfriends, or he will hear about that as well, so come in, wipe your filthy shoes on the mat and make yourself scarce in the lounge while I help your cousin finish dressing." Lamely I followed my Aunt into the house, my senses assailed by the delicate smell of her perfume wafting in the air as I wandered awkwardly into the living-room, flopped down in an armchair by the fireplace and listened to the sound of Aunt's glass nylon stockings rubbing sensuously together as she trotted off upstairs to Ann's bedroom. I reflected that my Aunt had never been very keen on boys - in fact her favourite recitation instilled into her daughter was 'What little boys and little girls made of?' and delivered by cousin Ann as vehamently as possible whenever I was present, although to me she was never the 'sugar and spice' type and her poem seemed to be something of a brain- washing ritual, perhaps with the intention of co-ercing me into more reasonable behaviour than I normally displayed on such occasions. But I laughed inwardly, anticipating the tricks I could get up to as the evening progressed, especially with Uncle Alex not being present to keep me in check, although he seemed rather a wimp, always wearing a ladies frilly apron round the house when I was ever there. Ethel was the powerhouse, so her family was able to enjoy a lifestyle way beyond my mother's means but Aunt was quite generous in some ways. She was the behavioural theraphist and deputy school governor at Ann's school, and held in awe by those she came into contact with, all except me of course, Ha! Ha!!. I was a two months older than my cousin, who, being an only child was spoiled rotten by her mother and cossetted and pampered with an excess of care and attention, but she was an outstanding swimmer and athlete for her age, and displayed a keen competitive spirit, and she was even taller than me which I had to admit resenting. Aunt preferred to wrap her little darling in cotton wool, so invested much time and money in buying her the prettiest clothes that rationing, money or the black market would permit in order to try to curb her athleticism, although Ann did enjoy dressing as a girl and not as a tom-boy. My reverie was disturbed as my cousin clip-clopped into the room closely followed by her mother. Ann was wearing a yellow satin frock, with a ruched bodice panel decorated with white anglais lace, the waist nipped-in with a velvet sash, tied in a large bow at the back, whilst her shapely arms were flattered by short puffed sleeves, and a peter pan collar, also edged with lace, whilst white ankle socks and yellow satin shoes decorated with satin bows completed her ensemble. She took the hems of her dress between her fingers , and gave me a mock curtsey - " How do I look Brian?" she asked sweetly and they both scowled as I replied, "You look stupid in that sissy dress". I smirked as nose in the air she flounced out of the room to answer the doorbell as the first of her girl friends began to arrive but my aunt gave me a withering look as she spat - "You are just jealous of her because you can't wear such pretty things - look at yourself, you are nothing more than a filthy disgusting gutter-snipe who needs to be taught a lesson in how to behave, and perhaps the Sisterhood might give you one sooner than you think!" I ignored her jibes as I recalled my cousin Graham, who was a year younger than me, who I hadn't seen for some time, and like Ann, was also an only child and a bit of a sap, having once recounted to me how he had been forcefully encouraged to participate in Ann's dress-up games, and was regularly being dressed as his cousin's younger "sister" whenever he visited her house, so for Aunt to even suggest I should once more be persuaded to dress up as a pansy girl made my flesh crawl. My reputation as an 'enfant terrible' at home and school, even though I was only in a junior class had been well earned, with a school report to match, much to the despair of mum, who had expected me to sail through my 'eleven plus' and now be attending a 'posh' school like my cousin. So with frequent trips to 'woolies' and other shops to nick things to impress my friends, playing 'knock down ginger', kicking the cat, hiding or throwing my brothers toys out the window, and since I was the neighbourhood bully what would my gang think of me doing such a thing as wearing girlie things although thanks to an elderly maiden Aunt I do have a shady past which I would rather forget about! Meanwhile I remained screwed to my chair glowering moodily as Ann's friends continued to arrive in their party dresses, parachute satin, or satinised cotton, and in those austerity days, mostly variations of pale yellow, blue, pink or lime green, perhaps with coloured spots supported upon one or two starched anglais lace or net petticoats though some were lucky enough to have brightly coloured American style poodle skirts and blouses. Colourful satin ribbons were arranged in their hair, which were mostly styled as ponytails or pigtails by their mothers but sadly some girls had been shorn of their lovely tresses following nit inspections, so apart from their dresses would have been indistiguishable from some boys at school. Thus I was able to sit quietly enjoying the occasional glimpse of the pretty lacy things underneath the hems of their skirts. Most of the girls had brought along a friend, their favourite dolly or teddy to join in the fun. Much to Ann's disappointment, two of her young friends hadn't arrived, but eventually there were about two dozen squealing girls squeezed into the lounge hugging and kissing, giggling and chattering a welcome to each other as though they hadn't met for months but generally ignoring me. Ann was busying herself opening the pile of presents accumulating on the table-top amidst squeals of delight from her friends, while I chortled inwardly with glee as I recalled deliberately leaving Ann's present in my locker at school, since I felt she always got more than she deserved anyway, and certainly more than I ever got! "I'm not a sissy and I don't play sissy games!" That was my response when Aunt suggested a game of postman's knock before tea, but I was totally ignored as the girls took turns at going outside in pairs for a kiss and a cuddle before returning to the room for another round. Eventually I caved in and joined in the game so when my number came up and despite my verbal protests and amidst catcalls, Pauline, who went to St. Anne's girls school, the same as cousin Ann and for whom I must admit I had a passionate fondnest for her good looks , shyly took my hand in hers and led me into the hall where I stood staring at the ground shuffling uneasily from foot to foot, as I stammered "Umm. only sissies kiss girls, and although I like you a lot Pauline, l would rather not kiss you right now. She seemed a little peeved, "Okay then" she responded half-heartedly. "After all you are not yet in the Sisterhood so lets just pretend this time around!" and thats exactly what we did as we both touched cheeks and kissed the air. Afterwards we re-entered the room and as I called out the next number an "Oh no!" went up from Jenny, another of the girls as we went out hand-in-hand to repeat the charade. When l returned to the room for a second time l found my chair had now been occupied by three or four girls since there weren't enough chairs to go round and some had been sitting on the floor, so I squatted heavily in the lap of Janet, Ann's best friend but hardly a friend of mine and a source of frequent tit-for-tat squabbles who was sitting on the seat of the armchair as she squealed "You great Oaf!" and squeezed past in a loud rustling of satin and lace as she went to sit elsewhere, and although I then prepared to free myself from feminine frills by giving the others, who were perched on the arms of the chair, a series of hefty shoves, a glance at the expression on my Aunt's face made me wisely desist. Sit down tea in the other room was an endless round of female chatter interspersed with consuming large quantities of sandwiches. fairycakes, jellies, blancmange and the like washed down with orange and lemon squash. I didn't take much part in the conversation although one girl in particular plyed me with questions about myself and I grunted a reply in between mouthfuls of food. During tea l accidentally kicked one of the girls under the table. "You great clot, can't you be more careful" Came the prompt response followed by - "Horrible boy with your great clodhoppers!" from my Aunt and she went on, - " I remember what a lovely pageboy he made when he was two." Followed by "Oohs" and "Aahs" from 'the girls'. "Wait a minute, l have a photograph," - and she went over to the bureau and returned to the table with some of Aunt's wedding photographs, and there`sure enough, was a tiny version of me standing in front of the bride."Aah, he's wearing a kilt and little white socks!" said one of the girls "Doesn't he look cute with dark curly hair" continued another." Yes, if his mother had had a girl he would have been named Sylvia and she says its a pity he isn't more like a girl now, since as a boy he is just a heap of trouble for his mother and she is at her wits end what to do, but when I have my way with him the Sisterhood will soon sort him out!" Scowled Auntie as several of the girls quietly chorused their approval. "But Mummy perhaps if he was dressed up he would be different" said Ann, "After all, he could try on the kilt you bought me last week with your ration coupons?" "What a good idea" said Aunt, "Oh what fun-lets have dressing-up game" piped up a small girl as the others squealed with delight. "l'm not a sissy - I won't do anything of the sort" was my immediate response and my Aunt's glare from across the table made me cringe. "Oh dear, such a disappointment', sighed Ann, "after all, scots boys wear kilts". "But I'm not scottish and I won't wear a girls kilt", I replied defiantly. "Spoilsport!" responded Ann. "If you think that I won't join in any more games" I retorted defensively and returned to my armchair arms crossed defiantly. "Come on girls, lets clear the table and play some more games," and eager hands soon removed the debris of the meal to the kitchen and my fellow guests were ready for another game. "We can play spin the platter with forfiets if you like girls", suggested Aunt. "Arrange the chairs in a large circle and I will get a tin plate." Soon they were all seated and the plate was spun on its edge by one player who then called out a number drawn by lots from a bowl and corresponding to someone's name. That person had to retrieve the plate before stopped spinning and fell flat onto its face the ground, otherwise a forfiet was required of the offender. Meanwhile, I looked on, mentally noting in detail what each girl was wearing and studying their cavortings with great interest as girls skirts and petticoats flew hither and thither as each one in turn tried to catch the spinning plate. Eventually I pretended to become interested in this noisy game and quietly joined in the circle having quit my armchair by the fireplace. " My cousin Brian is joining us again girls, so we must give him a new number," said Ann as she winked at her mother, and I found myself counted into the game. "Now make sure you play properly and don't cheat!" was my Aunts only comment and I meekly agreed to comply with the rules of the game.The game continued with the usual gusto eventually my number was called and in a flash I retrieved the spinning plate. I then spun the plate at an awkward angle left it a moment and then deliberately called out Janet's number. As I stepped back, Janet rushed past me and my foot tapped her ankle as she passed making her scream as she sprawled across the floor on her face, the platter sent clattering away on impact with her body. For the first time that evening I laughed out loud as Janet slowly rolled over and assisted by Ann's mother who came scurrying across, rose painfully to her feet." Mrs. Stewart, he tripped me", she whined " Never mind Honey, wait until Ann's Daddy gets home." Aunt comforted her and then rounded on me with a slap across the face. "Cocky little brat, you deserve to be sent home, treating your cousin's best friend like that!" My laughter turned to remorse while Janet, surrounded by her girl-friends howled at her discomfiture and while they calmed her down I growled a "sorry" before retreating to the lavatory. When l returned a couple of minutes later the game was about to resume, and having promised faithfully to comply with the rules, I sat down amidst a chorus of suppressed giggles from the girls. As the game progressed the usual forfiets were being paid - 'Bite an inch off a poker', ' Say the alphabet backwards', 'Sing standing on your head' (which was much appreciated by me since I had a ringside treat, since some girls couldn't tuck their dresses inside their knickers or panties because they were wearing so many colourful petticoats in lace, nylon and net that petticoats and panties were on display at the same time).The increased frequency with which my number was called kept me busier than most rushing about to retrieve the plate and avoid a forfiet before returning to my seat whilst the sniggering and giggling continued unabated. After a few minutes disaster struck. My number was called and the plate went spinning away towards a corner of the room, I dashed across only to slip on the polished linoleum and my fingers missed the plate by inches, as I tried, successfully as it turned out, to maintain my balance. A joyous howl went up and the girls went into a huddle to decide on a suitable forfiet. Whispering noisily together, my cousin and her friends seemed to take but a moment to decide, and Ann turned and gestured towards me announcing "HE is to wear my kilt!" Her audience clapped their hands with glee. So that was it! How stupid of me, I had been trapped, and I watched as Aunt marched off with due ceremony to fetch the dreaded garment, while the girls shrieked with mirth! "I'm going home!"I announced and resolutely made for the door, but Ann's friends had formed a scrum in the doorway and although I tried to push and shove my way through the gaggle of girls- I was defeated by sheer numbers. I retreated to my chair, arms and legs crossed, shoulders drooped in an attitude of defeat. But my eyes focussed on the bowl containing the numbers for the draw so I quickly glanced through the bowl and discovered that most of the numbers on the slips were mine! Ann gave me a contemptuous look and responded acidly. "Ever been had!" - Touche! and howls of girlish glee all round! When Aunt returned I took one look at the red and green striped material and said " I'm NOT wearing THAT!" Her eyes narrowed to slits as she held up in her other hand a girly party dress far more scary than a mere kilt. "Now look here young man, you lost and have to pay the forfiet as agreed by wearing either this lovely dress or the kilt, the choice is up to you so if you don't put on the kilt this minute you will certainly end up in the dress and I will tell your mum what you did in front of Ann, and you know what that will mean; now just think about it!" Since I was always playing tricks on my cousin I couldn't recall any incident of outstanding merit, so I crossed my arms resolutely and stuck to my guns, as with these few words from my Aunt the cajoling began - "lt wont hurt you, you know." -" But you will all laugh at me in a kilt."- "No we won't - we promise, DONT we girls." " Its unfair, you want to humiliate me in front of my friends."- "But none of your friends are here, are they girls?" - added another with a smirk. "And anyway WE all go to the posh girls' school while you only go to the common old council school, so who is there here to tell them what you are wearing?" "Enough of the arguing, you had been given a fair choice which you refused, so now you will take Ann's party dress with you and come with me to my bedroom." Aunt's steely voice interrupted my next sentence as she shoved the party dress into my hands, then grabbing me by the arm, propelled me across the room and out into the hall as the door slammed closed behind us and we made our way down the hall towards her bedroom. But I tried to rebel and as I turned to face her, Aunt lowered her face until her blazing eyes were on a level with mine. "Now you little bastard, are you going to do as you are told or shall I tell your Mum about you exposing yourself to my daughter?" Her question was enough to ensure my compliance as I recalled recent events which I would rather forget about. "PLEASE don't tell her that Auntie, it was Ann that started it! She showed me her's first!" Her face contorted with rage as she smacked me so hard in the face that my head struck the wall and as it rebounded she hit me again and my head went into a flat spin. "How DARE you suggest she would DO such a thing, you disgusting liar, get in there NOW!" I was given a mighty shove and bundled into her bedroom. "I will make sure you find out what it is really like to be a girl and you can start by taking those off right now!" She pointed at my short grey trousers with the edges of my white underpants showing beneath. "But my pants will fall down, the elastic has broken" I wailed. "Oh never mind that, hurry up, get them both off, and take that dreadful shirt and tie off." - she continued airily, "In fact take everything off and I will fetch some of Ann's things which are much more suitable for you to wear than just Ann's dress." And leaving me to undress she went off to my cousins room. I was still shaking and in no state to argue further so having first removed my shirt, tie and vest, I found my trousers were rather tight and in order to get them off it became necessary to remove my black lace-up shoes, after which I sat on the edge of the bed and took off my socks. Aunties pink satin nightie lay neatly folded on the counterpaine and since I had nothing on and feeling somewhat exposed, I took the garment and draped it across the lower half of my body. Auntie returned a moment later carrying several items of brightly coloured female clothing which she laid on the pouffe, and smiled as she motioned towards her nightie. "I'm pleased to see you like the feel of my nightie then? I think you will agree the material feels much nicer than the drab pyjamas you normally have to wear, and if you are a good girl I might make a gift of it to you." My face turned scarlet at such a suggestion as she continued briskly - "Well nephew, we will soon put you to rights, so you had better get these on." She held out a pair of girls panties, but not the expected dark blue regulation pair that Ann wore to school, these were yellow satin dance panties and entirely covered all over in yellow satin and lace elasticated frills. "Take them, now!" - she commanded. "Ple-e-ase Aunt, do I have to? - Can't I wear a pair of Ann's school ones?" - " You are supposed to be at a party, not a wake! - I will count to three!" - That threat was good enough for me so I took the elasticated knickers in my hand and while trying to keep the sheer satin nightie from slithering to the floor, leant forward on the edge of the bed and gingerly tried to tease one of my feet into the leghole of my panties, but without much success, All the while Auntie looked on, an amused look on her face. "Why don't you just stand up Brian, and let your nightie slide to the floor and then put them on, it will be much quicker and easier. Although my daughter may have enjoyed a private viewing, I am sure there isn't much down there for you to be modest over or for me to get excited about!" My face was now burning with shame and embarassment as her joke hit home but I did as she suggested, rose from the bed and stood starkers in front of my Aunt, and as she looked down, she softened a little. "Here little one, let me help you." She knelt down and held open Ann's knickers for me to step into although I was quite shocked when suddenly she took hold of my privates and somehow pushed them away out of sight before easing the knickers up around my waist and adjusting the elastic round the legs seeming well satisfied with the result. "Doesn't that feel much better now you have a nice flat area below your tummy with your boy thingies tucked out of sight inside your abdomen?" Actually I felt quite sick and uncomfortable, my head spinning with disbelief at what she had just done, since even my mother wouldn't have done such a thing, not that I knew it was possible, but I only nodded my head not wishing to disagree and land myself in more hot water. "Now sit on the bed, pet, and I will put the shoes and socks on you." I obeyed without question as she produced a pair of white lace trimmed ankle socks " Now hold out your tootsies", and I allowed her to roll one of the socks onto each foot, which were then followed by girls white satin shoes with a single bar which she secured at the sides with teeny-weeny buttons. She told me to stand up and turn around and hold out my arms. The next moment she came up behind me - and - horror of horrors- I looked down to find she was draping a girl's bra over my chest. "But Auntie?" - "Shush, shush, it is only a lightly padded training bra to give you some shape. Girls of your age begin to try out such things so that you get used to wearing them all the time when you develope breasts." -"But Aunt, I won't get breasts - and I'm not a girl!" She gave a tinkling laugh as she secured the hooks at the back before spinning me round to view the results and study the shocked look on my face as her reply stunned me into silence . "Perhaps one day you might my dear, one day. - Hmm. - and it fits you perfectly!" Having helped me into her full length satin dressing gown she then had me sit down at her dressing table as she took her brush and comb and arranged my long, recently washed but unkempt hair in soft curls, tied both sides behind my ears with white satin hair ribbons, then produced her make-up case and began applying a touch of lipstick to my lips, needlessly added some rouge to my already scarlet cheeks and with a large powder-puff applied a dusting of face powder to my face, put some mascara on my eye lashes, finishing off with a dab of perfume behind each ear and on my neck and shoulders before holding me at arms length to admire her handiwork before getting me to resume my seat as she filed my chewed-up claws and applied a layer of pink nail varnish to each of my nails telling me to sit still for five minutes to allow the varnish to dry. "Umm, is all this really necessary Aunt?" Her face lit up with a wicked grin. - "If I don't do your nails, hair and makeup, Ann's friends in the other room certainly will, and goodness knows what you will look like after they had finished with you! - and it didn't hurt a bit, did it darling, apart from your foolish pride? So look in the mirror and see what I mean." With one glance at my stunning reflection in the glass I was convinced, so I shrugged my shapely shoulders, my body language betraying I agreed she was right. The ring at the doorbell prompted Auntie Ethel to command - "Now just stay where you are pet while I get that." She closed the door behind her and a few moments later I was bitterly dismayed as I recognised familiar, if muffled voices, as the new arrivals made their way to the lounge, where some noisy introductions were made. Suddenly the bedroom door creaked open. "There is someone in here who I would like you to meet". In trotted Aunt and her sister Eileen who looked quite surprised at my sissy appearance as she whistled in disbelief. "My-oh-my Ethel, you got him to do it then? - Did he put up much of a fight? - I must say despite the concerned look on his face he is quite pretty and I know his mother will be impressed when she sees him later today." By now my face was scarlet as I sat on the stool in my strange attire uncomfortably contemplating the fact that my cousin Graham was present in the lounge and judging by the laughter, now being informed by the girls of my current predicament and that he was likely to appear through the door at any second, as Eileen eventually addressed me by name. "Hello Brian, or do I call you Sylvia?" My two aunts sniggered at my discomfort as Eileen continued. "I am sorry we are late dear, but the bus broke down, so I suggested to Graham and his young friend that we walk the rest of the way, but it is your lucky day young lady, since they are here now and I am sure you will enjoy the company of other boys amongst all those girls?" The smirk on her face said it all as I realised that little Graham was about to reek revenge big time, and there was nothing I could do about it, scantily dressed as I was in girls underwear, with the other two wearing the only trousers at the party! "While you continue dressing our new dolly Ethel, I will go and keep the kids amused in the other room, so don't be too long." So saying, Eileen left me once again to the tender mercies of Ann's mother as with a flourish she produced a beautiful yellow and white net petticoat which I really swooned over and told me to stand as she removed my gown and held the petticoat round my waist. "B-but I can't wear that." I bleated in mock desperation, but at that moment the door opened and Ann skipped into the bedroom, took one look at me and called out. "It's okay girls, she's decent, you can come in now!" Two embarrassed faces peeped cautiously round the door and as soon as they saw the way I was dressed, rustled into the centre of the room, where hand in hand they shuffled awkwardly, looking just like any of the other twenty or so girls at the party in their lovely party dresses, layered petticoats peeping provocatively beneath their skirts, both their faces framed by suitable feminine hairstyles which matched perfectly with their features. I was stunned, knowing these were no ordinary girls, but sissy cousin Graham, together with his best friend Tom, who, in view of his skill as a judo expert at junior level I couldn't believe would allow himself to be co-erced into being thus dressed was beyond my comprehension. How the devil they had the nerve to travel with my Aunt the five miles or so on a bus, dressed as they were in extravagant party dresses, with bright colourful cardigans draped round their shoulders and then find they had to walk most of the way, I assumed must have been a daunting experience for the two of them, but evidently they hadn't been unfazed in the slightest! After a moment of confusion cousin Graham and his friend were the first to recover their composure as they focussed their attention directly on poor old me, as I stood there shocked at the way they were dressed, but pleased because they couldn't tease me, but at that moment feeling totally indecent dressed in girls satin shoes and socks, frilly knickers and bra. while gripping a gorgeous layered yellow petticoat in my hands. But it was my bra that came in for the most attention from Graham. "Auntie, why is it that I'm not wearing one of those things, but Brian and Charlotte are?" "That my dear is because they are a bit older than you are and all girls of their age like to wear them for special occasions, it shows they are beginning to grow up. My cousin was not happy with the explanation but niether was I because I really didn't want to be playing this stupid game even if they were, and I made my feelings plain, but Ann just smiled with satisfaction at my discomfort as she came up behind me and put her hands on my bare shoulders. "Now girls, I think you should be introduced by each others girlie names starting with my new niece Sylvia." - "Umm. - err- Hello Sylvia, my name is Abigail." Graham proffered his dainty lace gloved hand and leant forward and gently kissed me on the cheek, and although I was thinking - 'God! I can't believe I am doing this to Graham of all people,' - I returned his sloppy kiss and felt like biting my tongue off as I then gave my cousin an off-the-cuff reply. "Err, - Pleased to meet you Abigail, umm - you look lovely in that dress." While our onlookers sighed with delight at my heartfelt response Graham's puce face didn't exactly light up with enthusiasm at my comments about him in his flowery pink dress. "Umm - yes - thanks, Mum bought it for me at the weekend." I turned to face Tom, who pecked me much too enthusiastically for my liking on both cheeks. "Hi! I'm Charlotte, Abigail's sissy friend, and this is my dolly Petunia, isn't my dress so-o sweet? - Abigail and I went out shopping with our Mummies last Saturday, we both had our hair done, and Mummy bought me a little girl's make-up bag, then she let me pick out my own dress as well as my lovely underthings, look!"- He, or rather she, lifted her lilac dress to show me her lilac petticoats and even her lilac rumba panties, as I stammered, still in a state of confusion - "Umm. - Yes Charlotte you make a very pretty, - umm. - girl." "I do like lovely things don't you? - Perhaps your Mummy can bring you over to play with my sister Abigail and me at my house next week for my birthday and meet some of our other girl friends from school? It would be lovely if you could come." Charlotte was an excitable, likeable talkative young girl and I couldn't imagine there was a boy called Tom inside there somewhere, she was so animated as she rolled her eyes and fidgetted playfully with her dress, with a sweet innocent smile on her face hiding the naughty side of her alter-ego's character, but I declined to respond to her suggestion. At this point Auntie Ethel clapped her hands together for attention - "Now children, now we have got that over with shall we continue preparing our new princess for her first outing?" Three of the four curly-tops nodded vigorously in agreement. "In that case Sylvia darling, now that you are more or less decent, lets go in the lounge and finish dressing you, I am sure Ann's friends will love to watch." This suggestion made me plonk down again on the bed. "Come on young ladies, don't stand on ceremony, lets go!" On Aunt's command Ann and my two new girly friends took control as I was surrounded and despite my objections forcefully escorted into the lounge where the novel sight of my frilly panties and bra. was received with gasps and giggles from the girls. "After some friendly persuasion, Brian, - or I should say Sylvia, has agreed to complete the forfiet out here in the lounge, so if you are ready Sylvia shall we commence?" My sheepish shake of my head was ignored as Auntie Eileen took the dreaded petticoat from Ethel and held it out in front of me. "Hold your arms over your head pet." Despite being increasingly aware of my attentive audience my mood changed to one of joyous excitement as I looked up at the descending petticoat and raised my arms, aiming my hands like a diver, towards the light at the end of the nylon and net tunnel as my layered petticoat was lowered gently over my head and shoulders to flutter in a gentle swish to rest upon my waistline to a murmur of approval as Ann tightened the drawstrings. "Aunt Polly will be pleased!" was the throw- away comment by Eileen, but I stiffened at the mention of that dreaded name, and a glance in the direction of Graham and Ann showed I wasn't the only person who had been terrified by the malevolent influence our great aunt had over the family in the past, but fortunately she wasn't here now and I soon recovered my composure. All that now remained was the dress, so as Aunt Ethel handed it to Ann I was overcome at first sight with feverish anticipation that such a delightful creation and the very dress I found so scrumptious some weeks ago would soon be swishing around my body as I stepped towards my cousin to speed things up a bit. "Steady on girl! Somebody here is definitely pressing the right buttons!" Smirked Ann and she held the garment open as I stepped gingerly into the yellow satin dress and without a murmur I assisted her in pushing the hems of my petticoats down inside the dress while she continued pulling the skirt up to round my waist, arranged the ruched bodice over my training bra, and then helped me pass my arms through the puffy sleeves before turning me round and securing the waist to neckline buttons and tying a lemon satin ribbon in a big bow at the back, while the other girls brushed and patted the skirts of the dress down over my petticoats as Ann whispered in my ear. "There Sylvia, you won't get out of that in a hurry, so you will have to remain, dressed as you are now - 'Sugar and spice and all things nice' until we decide to release you. You will have so-o much more fun playing the games that sissies play than I had at your stupid birthday party! - Don't you agree?" In that heavenly moment with my senses sharpened by the aroma of my perfume permeating the air and the tips of my fingers nervously toying with the nylon lace and satin materials in which I was enveloped, even though totally alien to me less than half an hour ago, I couldn't agree more and I was well and truly hooked as I gulped out loud for all to hear, "Umm! yes Ann, I think I will!" The girls crowded round and I found myself in the centre of a delightful melee of girls being kissed, cuddled and congratulated upon completion of the forfiet but Ann's next request came as quite a bombshell. "Mummy, remember you said yesterday that we could walk to the park if we got Brian to do his forfiet, so as to play some outdoor games and ride on the swings if the weather was nice enough, so please can we go now, I am sure he will love to come along?" Ann's suggestion was greeted with some enthusiastic squeals from the girls as Auntie Ethel replied. "Oh yes, so I did, and it is such a warm evening, perhaps Eileen can take you while I stay and do the washing up, but make sure you all go to the toilet first and take your cardigans with you in case it gets chilly outside." A show of hands mean't that I was out-voted by everybody else and my kind offer to stay in the house and help with the chores was treated with derision as I found myself bundled towards the front door. In the hallway Ethel fussed over me again as she slipped my arms into a stunning white fur bolero. "Here Sylvia hold still pet while I put these on." My hands were then tightly encased in a pair of white gloves covered in lace. "Take Ann's white leather dolly bag in case you would like some ice cream, there is a lace handkerchief, some lipstick and powder in there as well as some money." Ethel handed me this tiny little bag secured with drawstrings which I placed over my wrist. "But I have never been out dressed like a girl before, I am not a girl, I don't walk like one, I don't talk like one, and I don't look like one, please Auntie can I stay here with you?" My pleas fell on deaf ears. "Sorry darling, you might be right on four counts, but definitely not the last, look in the hall mirror and see what I mean." When I saw my full-length reflection in the mirror I was rooted to the spot, trembling at the knees. It was a fascinating feeling seeing myself dressed from top to toe as a girl once again in such a gorgeous outfit, what with my knees peeping provocatively below my petticoats, wearing white lacy gloves with a dolly bag dangling from my wrist, white ankle socks, dainty girls shoes on my feet and a yellow satin party dress with a lemon satin sash tied round my waist, and white satin ribbons peeping from the back of my shining brown hair, framing my attractive face so tastefully made up by Aunt, while the intoxicating odour of my perfume made me swoon with delight. Auntie smiled at my stunned reaction, - "I told you so! - With lots of practice watching what the other girls do, you will soon learn how to blend with the others, the same as Graham and Tom do, so off you go!" I was pushed onto the doorstep by the scrum from behind, and into the bright glare of the early evening sunshine where Ethel thought some group photos were in order, so as soon as we were all grouped in the doorway, despite my objections her Brownie camera was soon busily snapping away. "Sylvia, stop behaving like a sissy boy, otherwise we might send one of the prints to some of your friends." Ann's threat had the desired result, as I calmed down and we soon found ourselves being carted off in the general direction of Queen's park with Abigail, Charlotte and me under the watchful eye of Auntie Eileen as she had us all trotting off down the street, crocodile fashion, two-by-two and hand-in-hand, and we must have looked a colourful sight judging by the astonished stares from passers-by to whom some of the girls happily waved, but the only remarks I overheard were complimentary, mostly saying how pretty and well-behaved we were for children of our age. Despite my strong objections Abigail and I led the way on the walk to the park, and what with the clip-clop of our leather shoes on the pavement, the swish-swish of net petticoats tickling my legs, the tightness of the satin sash around my waist and the sight of my two tiny protrubrances beneath the ruched bust of my dress, the lightest touch of makeup on my face and the delightful smell of my perfume, I was most concerned at being found out and ridiculed in public, since my movements were ungainly and not dainty, like the others. So to take my mind off such a possibility I decided to quiz Abigail on how she came to be dressed as a little girl, even though she didn't like it, after all, Ann always gave the impression Graham enjoyed wearing girls' clothes. She squeezed my hand. - "Umm. well yes, I do love to be dressed like this, but I hate other boys knowing about it, (except dear Charlotte and my other girly friends of course). I despised Aunt Polly and our cousin Ann for forcing me to wear them when I first stayed at her house in Maidenhead. But I can now only thank them for what they have done for me, because Mummy and Daddy say they like having a boy and a girl around the house, and I am so much happier when dressed as a girl. But Ann was rather mean, having told you and most of my friends at my last birthday party my secret, and showed them photos of me all dressed up, so I had to suffer verbal bullying and worse, but since Christmas I have been a weekly boarder at a special girls' school where I don't have to worry any more and I can dress as a girl all the time and do all the lovely things girls get to do." She squeezed my hand, "But at least now you are the same as Charlotte and I, and we can enjoy the fun of dressing up together since I am sure you will get to like it as much as we do." "What! - you must be joking - as soon as I get out of this this gear, I will never be forced to dress up as a girl or play sissy games with you and your pansy friend again, you and Tom are welcome to it but you can count me out!" I sniggered and snorted loudly with contempt at this final suggestion from my young cousin, but he just stuck his nose in the air, slowed his pace to join his friend skipping along behind as Charlotte loudly declared - "Well Sylvie, despite what you say, it seems that now you are dressed in such lovely clothes and trotting along and behaving just like the rest of us, we are sure you will soon enjoy being called a little sissy just like we are. Many of us here have had to endure all the kicking and squealing, slapping, crying and sulking when we were first robbed of our boys clothes and forced permanently into petticoats the same as you. But you too will soon forget the distress you may have suffered and embrace the opportunity to develope feminine skills so as to become a more considerate and likeable person and thus revel in enjoying your lifestyle in the same way as we have done, don't you agree girls?" At this point Graham's mother cut in. "Shush girls, we don't want to give away your little secrets do we now?" I noticed several of the other girls had giggled more self-consciously than the rest, and even voiced their strong approval of Charlotte's pointed comments as they struck home, since subconsciously I was definitely trying to trot along more sedately than I did earlier in the day in order to blend in with my companions, many more of whom were not what they seemed than I had first thought. Having been left on my own, I pondered over Graham's original source of a hatred of feminine garments having been the same as mine as I recalled Ann and I staying with Great Aunt Polly, and finding her house was a treasure-trove of victorian high fashion. It was bequeathed to her by her relatives and now formed a valuable collection of furniture, fine art, and even clothes of the same period with Polly always dressed as a victorian lady in perfect character for the role and insisting that all of her house guests should, if possible get involved. She even re-enacted the household duties and culinary skills dating to the late victorian era, and her maid, housekeeper, cook and scullery-maid had to do the same. Gas lamps and coal fires in the winter were the only form of lighting and heating in the house and there were no modern appliances such as telephones, televisions or radios, just an ancient polyphone and an upright piano in the corner of the parlour. Mummy was working long hours and couldn't take me so the first time I went to meet Aunt Polly was with Aunty Ethel, and I think I was aged about 18 months when I to be the pageboy at a distant cousin's wedding in Maidenhead. I understood that I had to be physically forced by Polly to wear the dreaded kilt which caused so much interest during Ann's tea party, and in the photograph the shamefull look on my tiny face showed what I felt at the time about wearing it! I seem to remember that Ann and I were six or seven when Auntie Ethel took us to Maidenhead for what was my last time, and since we were staying over for three or four days, on this occasion Polly informed Ethel that we must all be dressed in a manner in keeping with our out- dated surroundings. Both my aunts were dressed in full length crinoline dresses supported upon cages, so even though Polly's crowded parlour was quite large, though darkly forebidding and sombre, there wasn't a lot of room in which to work their dastardly deeds as the two ladies set about their task, helped by the ladies maid who was doing the fetching and carrying of childrens' clothing from one of the bedrooms upstairs. Of course I was destined for the tender loving care of Polly, looking rather like an old crow dressed as she was all in black velvet and lace with a large pimple at the end of her prominent nose. So despite my screaming and struggling she sat me firmly on her lap in a large armchair and by administering frequent slaps to my face, legs and arms, and being advised to be 'a good little boy' she had soon stripped all my clothes off while across the room Ann suffered the same fate, while I then witnessed my cousin's desperate struggles with her mother as she was slapped repeatedly across her bare legs to encourage her raise her arms so as to be fitted with her silk bodice, to be quickly followed by a tight fitting cambric corset. Thanks to my desperate struggles, Aunt Polly seemed quite glad of a rest so I continued to watch Ann kick, squeal and squirm as she was slapped into dressing in ankle length powder blue satin pantaloons, topped off with a knee-length pink striped cotton petticoat, and a child's lilac crinoline dress with an attractive cut-away neckline and enormous puffed sleeves ending just above the elbow while on her feet were placed dainty satin slipperettes and her hands encased in the obligatory tiny white lace gloves. At last she was freed from her mother's clutches going over to lay tearfully sobbing on the chaise longue allowing the ladies to concentrate their full attention upon poor me. With the assistance of Ethel, my kicking and squealing was of little use in the face of such formidable opposition and I was soon clad in the same constricting and alien attire as my cousin, my long hair painstakingly arranged in ringlets and pink satin bows, which matched my horrible pink velvet dress below which peeped layer after layer of my white anglais lace pantaloons, which reached down nearly to my ankles as I sobbed and trembled at the cruel and unjust punishment I was being subjected to, with no explanation from either of my tormentors. Having finished Polly clapped her hands together and sternly announced - "Now little girls, go in the other room and play while we prepare you both a nice tea." I was about to make a choice reply but Ann grabbed my hand and tearfully howling at our misfortune we fled the parlour as fast as our little lace clad legs and quaint costumes would allow to find solace in the safety of the playroom. We were so upset we cuddled each other as we snivelled incessantly trying to recover our breath at being subjected to such outrageous treatment. Eventually we calmed down and Ann was soon engrossed in playing with the large dolls' house since there was a wonderful collection of girly toys in the playroom. As for me there was nothing to appeal to a soldier or cowboy, apart from a large wooden rocking horse, but it was very diffcult to mount such a steed while wearing a crinoline cage beneath my velvet dress and after a few times ending up in a heap on the floor I gave up in disgust and joined Ann in her innocent games, though there was a wonderful selection of boxed wooden games to keep us occupied in the evenings. The next three days were a nightmare, and in addition to being made to take afternoon tea with our two aunts and the frequent visitors to the house we were confined to the walled garden at the back of the house with strict instructions not to soil our lovely dresses. So with the exception of a morning trip into town, it was the only time we were excused being dressed in the humiliating dresses and pantaloons of Victorian children, although for me there was to be no respite, since I was attired in a girl's frilly dress and underwear, which included a pair of pink frilly rhumba panties, as I was forcefully dragged out through the front door kicking and screaming to face what for me was a fate worse than death. The only recollections I have of that trip was the remarks of passers- by at 'such obnoxious behaviour from such an adorable looking girl' as I laid on the pavement kicking and screaming outside the most fashionable store in Maidenhead where we were told we were going to have our pictures taken. Once inside the photographic studio, Ann ruined the first shot as she turned her back to the camera and deliberately bent over to show what she had for breakfast! It was the only time I managed to laugh during the whole trip, but not so fortunate for Ann, she was laid over her mother's lap, her panties pulled down and her botty given a sound thrashing despite the strong objections of the photographer! When we arrived at our destination Aunty set the boundaries for our activities. "Okay girls, I have to go to Ann's grandmother's house to collect some presents, it will take me about half an hour. Pauline as the oldest is in charge, so please stay on the grass, and no further from the playground equipment than the cafe over there. Try to keep your dresses clean, and please take care of Sylvia, since this is her first time out-of-doors." The crocodile broke up and a horde of squealing girls rushed past me and made for the playground, while I just stood transfixed, watching my Aunt disappearing into the distance. I felt rather like a fairy on a Christmas tree, vulnerable and exposed, totally at a loss as to what to do next, short of hiding myself in some bushes close by, but instead I stood watching the action, wishing and wanting to join in, but too scared to take the risk of being laughed at. But eventually I just plonked down on the grass alongside a tall poplar tree in my frillies, forgetting all that I had been told about decorum. Tom and Graham having deserted me were now busily enjoying themselves squealing and shouting along with the girls as their colourful dresses fluttered gaily in the wind and they skipped and dashed from the swings, perhaps over to the slide and on to the roundabout or ending up paired up for a game of piggy-back jousting. But eventually they all ended up on the grass where they copied the girls, tucking the hems of their skirts into either the leg-holes or the waistbands of their skirts and performed handstands and cartwheels in gay abandon. I was so engrossed in watching the girls at play that I didn't notice the boy on the bicycle until he was almost on top of me, so when I glanced up at Jake Stevens a boy in my class and a leading rebel like me although a bit of a loner my worst fears were realised. "I fink I know you from somewhere girl, what-is your name?" I swallowed hard knowing my future was on the line, - my brain was a blank but I managed to reply 'soto voce' which thankfully had just the right intonation. "Umm.-err.- I'm called Sylvia, whats your name?" He jumped off his bike and came over for a closer look, his trademark leer on his face, unaware that his main rival was within his grasp as he sprawled on the grass alongside me. "For a start I'll ask all the questions! - Well, smarty-pants, where doo you come from then? I fink you are a boarder at St. Annes, that posh goils' school." He studied me intently waiting for a further explanation as I conjured up a weak smile and replied on auto-pilot in the way I would normally do to a rival rubbing my hands lightly up and down my bare legs. "Thats for me to know and you to wonder, big boy!" I immediately knew I had said the wrong thing, as I had blurted out a name which was supposed to match his reputation but some of the girls said didn't match his claim! He gave an ugly grin. "Oo told you my nickname? - Faw a piece of skirt who doesn't live rand ere you are a knowing cow." He was back on his feet and stared down at me still not sure whether his gut feeling was correct, but then he gave it to me with both barrels. "I av a boy in my class at school called Brian Taylor, you look to me so much like imm, but ee wouldn't give me the ots like you doo, and ee only as shit for brains." Although I didn't know exactly what 'the ots' were, my cheeks flushed in fear and anger at his pointed remark so I struggled awkwardly to my feet and as I did so brushed the grass off my lovely dress, but Jake now had the initiative as he seized me by the arms and pushed me back against the trunk of the poplar and as I looked up into his eyes I knew I was in trouble. "Lets find out ow much of a girl you are shall we?" He was pushing his entire weight against me as I twisted and squirmed, desperate to get away, but he was so strong he simply re-adjusted his grip and was able to restrain me by lifting me slightly and placing his arm across my throat while his other hand did some exploring of its own. Jake was obviously a past master of this technique, since I could hardly breath let alone scream out as in desperation I kicked him on the shins, but to no avail and he was soon exploring in the multiple layers of net petticoats beneath my dress. He was breathing heavily and his eyes flashed with success as I felt his hand find the waistband and begin rummaging around inside my knickers, but he didn't seem to find what he was seeking as the look of puzzlement showed on his face. "Where is it then? Where's your ole?" In desperation he ripped my panties down round my thighs to find what he was seeking, but at this moment I felt the strange stirrings between my legs which I had only ever experienced once before. I didn't realise it at the time, but my panties must have been holding my thingies in check, nestled as they were up inside my abdomen, so when Jake disturbed the status quo he ended up with a handful of throbbing dick as I experienced what I had recently learned was an erection when for some reason I seemed to lose control of myself as my system went into overdrive and I shuddered and heaved in exctasy as poor Jake ended up with a handful of my pee - at least that was what I had assumed it to be! "AARRUH! You filthy little bastard, it IS you!" Jake had withdrawn his hand from my knickers as if stung and looked in horror at the sticky creamy-like liquid dripping from his fingers. Even though I was still in a state of shock, fear and exhilaration at what had happened to me, self preservation seemed paramount, and since his grip on my throat had relaxed slightly, using all my strength to push him away I just ran towards the swings, but my panties had other ideas. By now they had slipped below my knees and were heading for my ankles as in a flurry of frills I stumbled and fell full length upon the grass screaming in terror at the top of my voice. Jake was on me again in a moment and bent over me as he wiped the creamy liquid down the front of my dress and shouted gleefully. "Io'm gonna luv this!" He put a hand over my mouth to stifle my screams and prepared to give me a good pasting with his other fist. The first blow missed completely as Jake was charged to the ground by the arrival of the cavalry, led by Charlotte the judo expert who overpowered the bully in an armlock so as I rolled away Pauline helped me to my feet and comforted me while Jake was surrounded by a screaming horde of girls. "What ave you picked on me for, I ain't dun nuffin." From his prone position on the ground his plea of innocence was ignored as Ann asked the questions. "We saw you assaulting Sylvia my cousin." - "It's is fault ee's no girl, ee's a boy in my class" - "How do you know that?" asked Pauline, glancing down at my panties now sadly draped round my ankles. "EE called me by my nickname and ee looked like imm." "But surely that is none of your business, she looks like a pretty girl don't you agree?" "Umm. yes and I really fancied er - or imm, so I ad to find out for sure." His blustering was getting him into deeper trouble as he continued. "So I pulled up is skirt, stuck me 'and' down is knickers and come up wiff an 'andful' to play wiff". "A handful of what?" asked Ann as Jake suddenly looked all coy. "Umm - not the sort of fing a girl as, you know!" - "No I don't know, and what if there wasn't an 'andfull' to play with, what then?" Jake's face broadened into a stupid grin. "Well, I wood ave scored gud and proper and got on wiff it!" - "You mean you would have raped her?" Jake suddenly looked vulnerable as he mumbled. "Umm, no not exactly! - It was just a bit of fun - she wood ave enjoyed it!" "Well, I think our friend here has had his fun don't you girls? So it's about time we had ours!" While they were thus engaged my face felt as if it was on fire as Jake's niaive comments struck home while Pauline disreetly suggested with an amused look on her face that I re-arrange my clothing. But with my panties at half-mast there was nothing discreet about it as Pauline helped me shuffle out of sight behind the tree and having pulled them up I tried to tuck my thingy out of sight in my panties but with little success as it now seemed to have a mind of it's own and insisted on being centre stage although Pauline pretended not to notice. So I tried to hide up the guilty evidence by covering it up beneath my frills by restoring the rest of my clothing to some semblance of order. Pauline then asked me what had happened, so I told her that since Jake was in my class at school he was likely to cause me endless problems. I then related the rest of the story including Jakes exploratory delvings into my knickers and the strange sticky liquid he had wiped off his fingers over my lovely dress, which she found highly amusing especially when I asked if she knew what it was! "It is called semen, it comes from your thingy, it makes babies and it is perfectly normal for a growing teenager. It may have been aroused by the way you are dressed, it often happens to me without warning, especially when I am wearing my girls' underthings or a dress, and it is perfectly enjoyable but nothing to be ashamed of or frightened about." I realised her candid explanation of my problem had given away a dark secret of her own, and dashed any future hopes I may have had of a kiss and a cuddle in a dark corner of a bike shed with such a pretty girl. She then suggested that there might be a simple solution to the bind I was in, since Jake would definitely spill the beans to all my classmates at school in the morning. Perhaps we could 'borrow' Jake's bicycle so that Ann could ride off to seek some help while Jake remained in the custody of us girls. It seemed a good plan so having discussed it with the others, some minor changes were made before deciding to proceed. Firstly we threatened to inform the police if he didn't do as he was told, while the rest of the girls made sure Jake had been sufficiently subdued not to try to escape, having been warned that if he did so he was unlikely to see his bike again since it was likely to be dumped in a river. The threat didn't please Jake very much but ensured his compliance. "But it ain't my bike, it's mee brovs, and ee's at work, so ee don't know I tooken it, if ee don't git it back ee will skin me alive!" With this piece of news he was allowed to stand up, and taken into the nearby bushes by a gaggle of giggling girls where despite his protests he was relieved of his shirt, shoes, socks and trousers which were then whisked away and hidden elsewhere to ensure he didn't run off, before being advised 'to stay out of sight or else!' but since he was only in his underwear he was hardly likely to do that.Ann then rode away on Jake's brov's bike to grandma's house to inform Eileen of the situation, so I decided to trot over to the swings with the others, even though there were now a group of local boys hanging around to watch the free leg show provided by us girls in our colourful party dresses. But I suddenly had an urgent need to go to wee so with my hand in my crotch and keeping my legs crossed I asked Pauline if she had ever used the girls' toilet before and could she take me inside at which she barked. "Yes I have! ever since I was 10, and now I am 14 years old so ladies loos hold no mysteries for me, so come on then!" Impatiently she grabbed my free hand and despite my momentary struggle she hauled me into the gloom and dumped me in one of the cubicles, leaving me to get on with it while she retreated to another cubicle. After I had finished, Pauline was still waiting for me in the wash- room. "Umm. I'm sorry you aren't a real girl and that I found you out, since I like you a lot even though I didn't kiss you earlier, I was too shy, thats all." She smiled "Silly me! It was my fault I gave the game away, but I would love to have you, as a friend that is!" Placing the dolly she was carrying on the wash-bowl, she took me in her arms and we gave each other a comforting squeeze. Having washed our hands she took some tissues and wiped off the nasty mess left by Jake on my skirt before freshening up my lips and cheeks with a touch of makeup from her bag. Her dolly caught my eye so I enquired, - "What is your dolly's name?" "Her name is Belinda." Pauline looked down at dolly and smiled gently at my innocent faux-pas as I thought - 'What the devil am I saying such things for! Am I nuts or something? She's just a teenage boy with a girl's dolly for company.' - Meanwhile Pauline picked up Belinda and cuddled her in her arms. My mouth seemed to be running away with me as I responded warmly, "She is very pretty, - nearly as pretty as you are Pauline and she has such a lovely dress on!" 'Ooops there! - I did it again, what am I thinking of? She will be asking me to play with it next.' But my tongue and brain seemed to be out of sync. "I have never seen a dolly like her before, may I cuddle her for a minute?" She smiled, pleased at my interest in playing with her dolly. "Belinda was a present from my uncle in America, she is very special, - and yes, - you can hold her if you like, but jump up and sit on the edge of the wash-stand, it will be more comfortable." I suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed with my remarks and in order to regain the initiative when Pauline held out her dolly for me to take I let my