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