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Scissors Sisters - Chapter Two - By: Beverly Taff List of Characters. Me: Peter; Susan (Susie): My mother; Grandma: My granny; Aunty Pauline: My mother's twin sister; Charlotte: My younger sister (By one year); Persephone & Stephanie: My younger twin sisters (By 3 years); Emily & Judith: My twin cousins (2 days younger than me); Janice: Grandma's live in maid. Chapter Two That Saturday morning, Mummy and Auntie Pauline drove all of us down to the high street mall in the local town. Naturally we quickly separated and Judith led me straight to the large department store where Aunty Pauline had purchased the lacy panties for her and Emily's Christmas present. For a brief moment I stalled outside the shop but Judith forced me forward with the implied threat of exposure to Mummy and Aunty Pauline if I didn't complete the purchase. Nervously I followed her in and she led me to the children's underwear section. I frantically tried to hide myself as I searched feverishly through the racks but all to no avail. As I fingered the pile of paper money in my pocket, a lady spotted me and came over. "Can I help you?" For a painful moment my heart thumped furiously as I spotted Judith grinning away over in the corner. My silence became embarrassing. "What exactly are you looking for young man?" Picture the scene, an eight-year-old boy searching through the little girl's panties section. The lady stared down with a mixture of puzzlement and contempt. "Well young man. Are you sure you're in the right section? These are little girls clothes." "Yes," I whispered terrified of attracting further attention and truly grateful that my head wasn't sticking out above the racks of clothes for everybody so see. "Well, can you see anything you like?" she persisted "Uuhhm. Not yet. I'm buying them for my cousin. It's a present." "Oh, and what size is she?" asked the lady. "The same size as me," I replied not knowing I sounded exactly like every other first time naive transvestite who found himself in a ladies underwear section. The shop lady pursed her lips distastefully and I squirmed in terror under her glare. Finally I spotted Judith again peeping around the edge of the aisle. With a brainwave born of desperation I pointed to Judith and gasped. "There's my cousin Judith. They're for her identical sister!" The sales lady span around and just caught Judith trying to disappear again. I sagged with relief as she commanded Judith to approach. "I can see you young lady. Come here immediately!" Judith put on her most innocent expression and sauntered casually down the aisle as the woman herded us together. "Now Judith. Would you like to explain?" Judith, as a tomboy also had a boy's confidence and she boldly declared what was in essence the truth. "It's as my cousin Peter said. He's buying my sister Emily a pair of knickers to replace the pair that he ripped. It's his punishment for being rough." "Your sister?" queried the woman. "Yes, my twin sister Emily. She was too shy to come into the shop with a boy, but I'm not. Anyway, the knickers aren't in this part. This is the little children's section. I've found them in the young miss section over there." Judith pointed over to another section where several nine and ten-year- old girls were buying stuff with their mothers. The idea of having to select a pair of the most frilly, silky knickers with all those other eyes watching mortified me but the shop lady obviously realised that I was under some sort of punishment so she immediately joined in the fun. "Well thank you Judith. That explains everything, though I won't ask how young Peter here managed to tear his cousin's knickers. He must play a very rough game. Now come along, both of you. We'll sort this out right here and now." She said this quite loudly as we walked over to the junior miss section and several mother's heads turned at her words. Necks craned curiously as the invisible 'Peter' appeared in the cross aisle from behind the little girl's section and shuffled self consciously into the even more threatening 'young miss' section. My face had turned scarlet. Judith led us directly to the panties selection and pointed out an identical pair to the ones I had stolen from Emily. I stood paralysed with embarrassment as both Judith and the sales lady made it obvious that I had to select that particular pair as several mothers and daughters now gathered in the aisle to watch. My hands simply refused to reach out and take the pair from the rack until Judith spoke up for all to hear. "Come on Peter, we haven't got all day, besides, Emily might be coming in here soon, with Auntie Susie and mummy." This news galvanised me into action and I snatched the panties off the rack ready to dash to the sales counter, however Judith refused to move and stood arms akimbo accusingly. "Well! Aren't you forgetting something?" "What?" I hissed as my cheeks and ears burned red with increasing embarrassment. "Aren't you going to buy Emily another pair to show you're sorry?" "Why should I do that? They got torn by accident." "Yes, but it was you that caused them to get torn. It's only fair that you should say sorry." The sales lady listened intently then nodded. "Judith is quite right Peter. You should say sorry especially to a lady. That's what young gentlemen do. A nice present would be an excellent way to say sorry." I stared around resentfully and saw all the mothers nodding their heads and I immediately capitulated. All those women couldn't be wrong. "What colour does she like?" I asked Judith. "Well, these are pink so perhaps a nice blue pair in the same design." So saying, Judith took a pale blue pair off the rack and held them out for me to study. As I stared mesmerised at them the sales lady joined in the fun of my humiliation and took another pair from a separate section at the end of the rack. "Perhaps these oyster-shell ones, they're on a reduced sale and the same price. Just look, they're much frillier and better quality. Just look at the beautiful lace trim and this is such a nice stretchy panel at the front." I shot a glance at Judith fearful that the sales lady might know more than she was letting on. Judith also seemed to sense that things were getting a bit deep and prepared to leave. After checking the prices to see we had enough money, she thrust both the other pairs into my hands and led me away to the sale counter. The sales lady followed, not to be denied any further fun from my humiliation. Worse was to follow. I had to stand in the queue at the sales counter until my turn came then I had to step forward while the counter assistant held up all three pairs of panties to check for flaws. I swear she took much longer than she had with the other ladies who had been in front of me. Next she removed the hangers then removed the little security tags and folded the panties neatly as she loudly declared what the goods were and handed me the bag. Her last word as I handed the exact money was. "They're very pretty. I hope she enjoys!" I couldn't get out of that shop quickly enough! Finally I was outside the shop and turned to Judith. "Did you see that counter lady?" I squeaked. "I'm sure she held them up for everybody to see." "Don't be silly cuz'," grinned Judith, "she was checking for flaws. She knew a boy like you wouldn't have checked them like we girls do, so she had to double check." "Mmmm. I suppose so, but you didn't have to make me buy three pairs! Emily's got plenty of knickers!" "Yes dear, but you haven't!" For a moment I stared stupidly at Judith then a huge grin split my face from ear to ear. "Why, I, - of course! They're for me!" "Well the blue and oyster shell ones are. The pink ones are for Emily, after all you do owe her them." I felt a thrill of excitement wash over me and peeped eagerly into the bag. The beautiful silvery oyster shell pair were just so lush! I reached into the bag and fingered the delightfully slippery, heavyweight, silky nylon and felt a tingle travel up my fingers. Judith grinned knowingly and sighed. "I should have bought the other pair like that. They were the last two in the sale. The trouble is I haven't got enough money." "Well go on then, buy them," I replied, "I've still got enough money. I haven't even spent my birthday money yet." "Are you sure? I'll pay you back, honestly." "Don't be daft, of course can buy them. Look here's the rest of my birthday money." "Oh I don't want all of it. You'll need some for coffee after." "Oh bugger coffee. This is much more fun!" "Why Peter. I do believe you're enjoying this," gasped an amused and happily surprised Judith. "I am if we're buying for you. It'll be nice to have matching panties." "We already have. Are you wearing your pink pair?" "Yes," I replied. "Well so am I," smiled Judith. "Yes, but these oyster shell ones are much nicer. Go on, go and get yourself the other pair," I encouraged. "Well will you come with me?" I decided the fun was worth the embarrassment and eagerly followed Judith back into the very same shop. "This time you buy," I declared flatly." "For panties like those, I'd buy every time. Oh Peter, this is such fun!" Judith squeezed my arm as we made our way boldly back into the young miss section. The same sales lady recognised us and moved straight towards us. "Well, well, back so soon young man?" "It's for Judith this time," I replied not realising how that sounded to other shoppers. The sales lady ignored my faux pas and turned immediately to Judith. "Very well miss. What's it to be?" "Those pretty oyster shell panties that Peter bought. I'd like the last pair." "Oh. Let's see then." She moved to the sales section and smiled as she motioned Judith over. I followed naturally. Carefully, she checked through the racks and produced the last remaining pair. "Well, you're very lucky young lady, this is the last pair. You know quality when you see it. Oh! Look! Here are the last two matching trainer bras. D'you think you and your sister would like them as well. I can do you a very good price just to get rid of the stock." Judith's eyes widened appreciatively as the sales lady held up the beautiful matching lacy trainer bras. These were just so much prettier than the plain white cotton ones that Aunty Pauline had bought only the week before. She turned hopefully to me but the eager light in my eyes had already betrayed me to the sales lady. She knew she had a sale and she had seen the roll of notes when I had bought my purchase. "Would you like to buy these for your - cousins?" I felt uncomfortable at the way she paused in saying 'cousins'. This lady obviously suspected something. Nevertheless, I really wondered what it was like to wear a bra so I nodded and smiled. I was getting bolder by the minute. The sales lady smiled contentedly, happy at having made a good sale and directed Judith to the fitting rooms. As we waited outside for a cubicle I sighed to Judith and whispered. "I wish I could try mine on as well." Judith giggled and punched me playfully but said nothing. Later she emerged smiling. "The bra's beautiful and really comfortable. It's lovely and silky, just you wait and see." I could hardly wait and resolved to try mine on as soon as I could find a men's toilet. Judith took 'her' purchase to the counter and this time I felt really bold. I accompanied her in the queue and even paid for the goods as the same counter assistant recognised me and smiled. This time however she had no cause to make any salacious innuendos for Judith provided me with a perfect cover. Once they were paid for, Judith and I made for the toilets and divided up our purchases. Several minutes later, after double-checking that my new bra didn't show, I waited for her outside again. She appeared from inside the shop again, which surprised me a bit. "Where've you been?" I asked. "Oh, I had to check something else," she grinned as she gently fingered my bra under my sports shirt, "So what does it feel like?" she squeaked, trying to hide her excitement. "Mmmm. It's just so yummy. It feels really nice against my nipples, so smooth and silky. "Mmmm. Mine too. This is just so cool. Did you change your panties?" "Yes," I replied as I handed my old pink ones for her to put in her bag, "and the stretchy front panel thing that the lady spoke of. It's just so nice and it holds my stiffy just right." "What! You've got a stiffy again?" gasped Judith. I nodded being at once both proud and embarrassed. I knew Judith was fascinated by my pee-pee when it grew stiff. "You're funny you are. Fancy having a stiffy just because you're wearing new panties." "Well, whatever I am, it sure feels nice with this stretchy panel at the front." "Yes, they're called support panties. The stretchy panel is supposed to support your tummy, but why a junior miss should need support, I don't know, unless she's fat." "Well, they support me. It feels just so neat." "Come on then. Let's go to MacDonald's. I'm hungry." "I've only enough left for milk shakes and big Macs. No chips or stuff." "I've got enough for food," added Judith, "come on." Happily, we strolled past the shops admiring the clothes and shoes as Judith savoured her new found delights of having a 'boy-friend' who shared her interests in shopping and clothes. Several times she just reached out and hugged me ecstatically as she couldn't believe her luck, 'a boy who liked clothes and shopping'. "I just so love you," she declared as time after time she hugged me, "you're just so cool and such fun to have around." In Mac Donald's we met Emily and Charlotte and joined them for a meal. "What have you bought," Judith asked Emily and Charlotte. "Some clothes for our dolly's and some stuff for Charlotte's doll's house." Judith and I smiled as we exchanged knowing glances. 'Gosh!' I wondered, 'Just how far apart could identical twin sisters be? Here were Judith and I buying lingerie whilst her twin sister Emily was still buying dolls stuff.' Judith and I exchanged knowing glances and ate your big Macs in silence. Later, Mummy, Aunty Pauline and my youngest twin sisters Persephone and Stephanie arrived and grinned through the window as they parked the car. Aunty Pauline stopped by as Mummy took the twins to the toilet. "Hello, you four, we thought you'd be here. Have you all eaten?" We nodded hopefully. Aunty Pauline usually treated us to a little extra and this time was no exception. "Well you can all have an extra milkshake while we eat, OK?" Emily joined her mother at the counter to collect the order and we soon devoured the extra treats as Mummy, Pauline and the twins finished their big Macs. Mummy then announced that they were having Pyjama party that night as she had met several mothers in town and they had organised it. "I've phoned granny and she's opening up the big front bedroom for all the girls to sleep over. Are you all up for it?" "Yes please!" we all chorused. "Good, then you'll all have to help get the room ready. It needs airing because we rarely use it. Peter, you'll have to gather the firewood and light a fire in the big grate. " I nodded and failed to notice the secretive grimace between Emily and Charlotte. When we got home, I immediately got to work about my allotted task and soon had a fire roaring in the huge fireplace. Mummy came to inspect it with the rest of the girls and announced. "Now Peter, you'll have to take care of the fire. Make sure it's looked after and see than nobody does anything stupid near the fire." I nodded and turned to tidy up the fireplace when I heard Charlotte and Emily started complaining to my mother. "You can't allow Peter to stay here tonight. It's a girl's pyjama party. Boys aren't allowed." I stopped what I was doing and stood expectantly waiting for Mummy's decision. There was no way I was going to continue working with the fire if I wasn't allowed to sleep over. She looked at me thoughtfully and pursed her lips then turned to Judith. "Will you look after the fire Judith? We'll be nearby in the other bedrooms." "Aaahh, that's not fair," protested Judith, "Why should I have to do all the work? I've helped prepare all the food and cleaned the windows." Mummy and Aunty Pauline were becoming a bit impatient with Charlotte and Emily's intransigence. Aunty Pauline became insistent. "If Peter can't attend to the fire, it won't be safe. And the party can't go ahead." A howl of protest when up from everybody. All the preparations had been made and some of the girls were already on their way. Everybody started arguing at once and I just stood waiting. I would have loved to go to the sleepover but not if I wasn't welcome. For a brief moment there was a pause in the noise and Judith's voice found its place. "Why don't we make Peter an honorary girl?" After a brief silence Aunty Pauline asked. "What d'you mean?" "Well, we declare him an honorary girl. See if he'll wear a girl's frock or something and then he can wear a nightie tonight. That way he'll be like the rest of us girls." Mummy looked at me and frowned as Charlotte and Emily chorused, 'Yes! Yes! Let him be a girl!' "What do you think, Peter?" Secretly, I was delighted with Judith's suggestion (and she knew it!) but I made a pretence of refusal. "Aaww, do I have to? What will the other girls say? They'll laugh at me." "We'll check with them as they arrive," replied Mummy, "If they agree, Aunty Pauline and I will help you dress up. Then everybody will be satisfied. Do all you girls agree?" Judith, Charlotte, Emily, Persephone and Stephanie all chorused 'yes' and the first hurdle was cleared. It remained for the other girls to agree. As each girl arrived, Mummy and Aunty Pauline explained the situation and to a woman every girl thought it was a brilliant idea. Judith kept me posted as I waited in my bedroom and she kept appearing with briefings on progress. "They're all up for it. They want to see what you look like as a girl." "D'you think they'll laugh at me," I begged. "Not likely. I'll be there and they better hadn't." "What if they tell the boys at school?" "Girls don't usually tell boys what goes on at pyjama parties. It's girls stuff." "But somebody's bound to tell." "So what, it's only a party. Don't be such a sissy. None of the boys will know what you looked like." This reassured me. Stories and tales I could handle but boy's seeing me would be much harder to take. I was glad for Judith's support. Finally, Mummy and Aunty Pauline arrived with some of Judith's clothes for me to wear. "Are you really up for this darling?" asked Mummy. I nodded nervously as Judith made a pretence of bringing in her panties and bra whilst they were actually mine. Aunty Pauline stared at the beautifully cut high quality oyster shell panties and bra set then stared curiously at Judith. "When did you get these?" she asked. "I bought them with birthday money," declared Judith. I noticed Judith did not actually lie by saying it was her birthday money. Thankfully she did not of course reveal that it was actually my birthday money either. Pauline fingered them and glanced at her daughter as though she did not know her. "These are a bit fancy for a boy. Haven't you got anything plainer? And do you think he should be wearing a trainer bra?" "If he's going to pretend to be a girl, he's not going to let the side down. He has to have the best, and these are my best." Pauline shrugged then held them up for my inspection. "Are you happy with these Peter? What if the girls try to debag you?" "Would they do that? I asked pretending nervousness but secretly hoping they might." "They might do it. Now if they try Peter, I want you to make some resistance but don't get too rough. These are only girls remember. Don't get too violent." "Anyway," added Judith, "I'll be on hand to help him if it gets too naughty." "Good girl darling," replied Aunty Pauline to Judith as she turned to me and handed me my favourite and indeed, only matching set. "Very well then Peter go and put these on. Into the bathroom with you." I made a show of being nervous about receiving the set then disappeared into the bathroom. I emerged in less than a minute wearing the beautifully scalloped lacy panties with the stretch front panel and the bra. Pauline looked critically then smiled. "Turn around darling." I turned and she refastened the bra with both hooks of the band. "There is that better?" I adjusted the straps and turned to smile and nod as she picked up one of Judith's lacy full-length slips. It was also oyster shell colour and obviously matched the bra and Panty set. My mummy commented. "Well, well, Judith, proper little miss fashion queen aren't we?" I remembered now why Judith had gone back into the shop whilst I was fussing in the loo. For now however, it was all I could do not to shudder with delight as the beautiful garment slithered down my body. As Pauline untwisted the bootlace straps I found my-self running my fingers down the delightfully smooth material. I stopped immediately when my mummy caught my eye and raised her eyebrows questioningly. "Are you enjoying this young man?" "Ahem. Uhhm, no," I lied a bit to quickly." My mother squinted curiously at me then shook her head slowly. It was too obvious that I seemed to like it. Next they placed a pretty skirt and a soft blouse that seemed awkward to fasten until Aunty Pauline explained. "It's a girl's blouse darling. It fastens up the other way." I struggled with the buttons then held the two large diamond shaped tails that hung from the collar. "What are these for?" I asked. "It's a big loose bow darling," smiled Aunty Pauline. "Come here, you'll never get the hang of this." She gently drew me towards her and deftly tied the tails into a loose floppy bow. I then recognised the blouse that Judith sometimes wore to school. I had always liked the big floppy bow. It was a truly girly accessory to the blouse. Next my mummy produced a pair of short white knee socks but Judith promptly scorned the idea. "Oh no, if she's going to be smart, she's going to wear tights. I've got some white ones. Just a minute." She returned quickly brandishing a pair of thick, ribbed, white tights and mummy held them up. "Which is it Peter, tights or knee socks?" I desperately wanted the tights but I was afraid to give my feelings away. Fortunately Judith saved the day. "It's got to be tights. He's going to wear tights! That's why I brought them." I made a show of submitting to Judith's demand and shrugged resignedly. "Tights it is then." She made me sit down and extend my toes as she rolled the tights up into 'rabbit holes'. Then she carefully slid the tights up my legs as she unfurled them carefully. Eventually, the tights fitted me snugly right up into my crotch and around my waist. They were a perfect fit, but then they would have been. Judith often wore the same pair to school. Finally I was fitted out with a pair of Judith's 'Mary-Jane's' and made to stand in the mirror. "It's a pity we can't do anything with his hair," observed Aunty Pauline. "Oh but we can," grinned my mummy as she reached into her bag. "Remember these?" Aunty Pauline's look turned into a delighted smile as she recognised the golden curly wigs. "Oh Gosh! I thought we'd thrown those out years ago!" Judith gaped at the two wigs and gasped. "Where did those come from?" "Oh, your aunty and I had them years ago. They've been carefully put away on the top shelf of my wardrobe for years. Come here Peter." I stepped forward nervously as Mummy adjusted the wig then carefully arranged it on my head. After some deft work with her hairbrush she turned me to look in the mirror. I was shocked. Nobody would ever have recognised me as Peter! Judith gasped as well. "Gosh Aunty Susie, he's a girl! Can I try the other one? Aunty Pauline grinned and arranged the other wig on Judith and soon we looked like twins. "There," giggled Aunty Pauline. "I never realised it before. The family resemblance is frightening. If you were dressed the same, you could pass for identical twin sisters." Judith let out a squeal and dashed off to her and Emily's bedroom to return with Emily's matching outfit. She quickly changed into it and there was no telling us apart. Even my mother paled a bit at the uncanny similarity. After lightly making up our faces, there was just no way to tell us apart. If Emily had been similarly dressed we could have been identical triplets! Judith squealed with delight. "This'll knock 'em dead. Come on, lets go and cause a real stir. See if they can tell us apart." The idea brought a real tingle to me as we all four approached the large front bedroom to the party where granny and her maid Janice were holding the fort. Mummy and Aunty Pauline made me enter the large front bedroom first and I was stunned when Emily actually mistook me for her twin sister Judith. She turned and stared at me then frowned slightly. "Where did you get that wig Judith?" she asked as I noted a tiny element of jealousy creeping into Emily's voice. I spoke softly so as to disguise my voice as best I could to sound like Judith as I smiled. "It's one of mummy's old wigs." Emily stared at me uncertainly and was about to try and check the wig out when Aunty Pauline appeared. "Don't touch her wig darling, it's taken Aunty Susie and me a long time to fix it." Emily stopped what she intended doing then turned to her mother. "Where's Peter?" "She's coming now," replied Aunty Pauline as Mummy and Judith then entered the room. Emily's jaw sagged with disbelief as she saw what appeared to be Judith's twin enter the room. Now bearing in mind that it was Emily's job to be Judith's identical twin, the appearance of a second twin, or more correctly, third identical triplet, left Emily stunned. "Oh my God!" she squealed as she lurched forward to tug at 'Peter's' wig. Fortunately, mummy positioned herself in-between the two sisters and Emily was denied the opportunity to make a definite identity. Then Aunty Pauline grinned as she turned to Emily. "So darling, which one is your sister?" Emily's hands shot to her face as she gaped uncomprehendingly. "Oh! Oh gosh! I, - I don't know! It's her, - no! It's her! Crickey! I can't tell!" "Now are you happy for Peter to join the party?" demanded Mummy. Emily became a little flustered. The mere fact that she could not identify her own identical twin sister actually shocked her. For a moment she almost cried with confusion as though somehow her own identity had been compromised. "But, - but they're so alike. I never realised. So which one is Peter?" "Well, never mind for now. Let's just enjoy the sleepover," suggested Aunty Pauline. By now my own sisters and the other girls from school had recovered from the shock and they clamoured around excitedly as they tried to determine which of us was Judith and which Peter. They had little hope of solving the puzzle for if Emily could not decide then nobody could. Emily had lived, breathed and shared almost everything with her identical twin Judith since their birth. The other girls respected the rule that nobody was to touch our wigs and the party started in earnest. For me the experience was delightful. There was none of the bullying or domineering like boys did when they tried to establish a pecking order. The girls simply joined in the fun and the party started swimmingly. We chatted, (a lot) tried on makeup, talked about boyfriends; (I had to pretend at this juncture because I really liked girls, or more particularly Judith,). I discovered which boys the girl's liked best and I was surprised to discover that it wasn't always the boys who were good at sport, which seemed to be the all important criterion amongst the boys. Some of the younger girls didn't even like boys but Judith explained that girls weren't interested in boys until they were older. I kept my council because amongst the village boys, girls were a total 'no-no'. The boys played together in gangs and kept girls at a huge arm's length. If a boy liked girls he was deemed a 'sissy'. When I had a quiet moment alone with Judith I asked her. "Why are girls so keen on the boys? The boys just want to play sport." "It's the way girls are. You'll get to understand when you're older." "That Jacky Morgan has tried to find out which of us is which. Has she touched you, - you know, - down there?" I asked. "Yes, twice. Don't trust her she's a bully and she's a nasty piece of work." I had no fears about any attacks from Jacky, I could more than hold my own physically with any of the girls but Judith's warning was duly noted. What I hadn't realised was that Jacky Morgan was a manipulative little cow and I was to learn that later as we prepared for bed. Bedtime arrived and amidst much giggling and arguing the girls argued about who was sharing with whom. It was now that Jacky Morgan showed off her true colours. She approached Judith and I then asked whom we were going to share with. "We'll share with each other then nobody will find out," I replied, thinking the question was resolved. "But that's not fair," protested Jacky Morgan as the other girls gathered around. All the girls should have the chance of sleeping with the one boy. Fair shares for all, I say." The girls all chorused 'yes' before Judith or I could answer. We had to be careful because if we answered for ourselves, one of us could give the game away. As we glanced at each other, Judith and I felt a ripple of concern between us. Judith tried to declare that it was wrong for any of the girls to sleep with a boy because it was a girl's pyjama party and everybody was technically a girl for the evening. Jacky Morgan was having none of it and it finally became clear that she wanted to sleep with the boy. The problem was that she couldn't discern which of us was which. "We should know which one is the boy so that the draw is fair." "We are not sleeping with anybody else I declared firmly. We two sleep together then nobody can say anything." "But if you two sleep together, that's no different from any of us sleeping with you," argued Jacky. "We have to know who the boy is so any girls who don't want to sleep with a boy, don't have to. I've got the straws ready." "There's going to be no straw poll," argued Judith. "We two sleep together and that's that." "Oh no it isn't! Who died and made you queen?" There was a murmur of assent from the rest of the girls for in truth, they all secretly wanted to know which one of us was the boy. Now with Jacky's manipulation it looked as though they might get their wish. Looking back now, I realise that several of the girls had no brothers and they were immensely curious to see what the 'difference' was between boys and girls. They wanted to see what a boy's 'thingy' looked like. Sensing that she had the majority of the girls on her side, Jacky Morgan pushed her suit. "I vote we have a straw poll and that you two tell us which one is the boy." "That wasn't the deal when we started," I protested. "You're trying to change the rules." "It's a vote." declared jacky Morgan "You can change the rules if everybody agrees." "No," I protested, "I don't think that's fair. If that's the way you want it, then I think the one of us should leave now." Jacky Morgan had the benefit of a girl's insight into the feelings of the rest of the girls. She must have realised before I did, that most of the girls wanted to see what a boy looked like, 'down there'. Her tactic was simply to allow the girls a good look at what the difference was. "Oh no, whichever one of you is the boy, we all know he wanted to come to the sleepover. If he wants to sleep over, all he has to do is join the straw poll and whoever gets the longest straw gets to sleep with either of you two but we all have to know which one is the boy to make sure that the girl gets to sleep with the real boy. Had all this happened some years later, I would probably have ripped my own knickers off there and then, at the prospect of sleeping with a girl. However at the tender age of eight, I was way too young to understand stuff like that. I debated whether to run or stay and glanced questioningly at Judith. Jacky Morgan cunningly interpreted my and Judith's hesitation as a wish to stay. "OK then if you're going to stay, we want to see which one is the boy." The other girls set up a cheer and before Judith or I could react they pounced upon us and pinned us both to the floor. In the struggle, our wigs came off and Judith pleaded that now they could see our hair they could see which of us was which. Unfortunately, the excitement had gripped the other girls and nothing short of a full 'de-bagging' would suffice. The lifted up our skirts and there was a collective gasp as they discovered our beautiful frilly oyster-shell lingerie. Emily let out a squeal of jealousy. "Hey! Why have you got pretty big girl's panties?" "Why have they both got big girl's panties?" added Jacky Morgan. "Yeah!" protested my sister Charlotte, "We don't have pretty panties like that!" So saying, Emily tugged furiously at my panties and I squealed out. "Hey! Don't pull them. You'll rip them!" "Well get them off then. Boy's don't deserve to have panties like those." "No," grinned Jacky Morgan, " No boy deserves to have panties as pretty as those. Only real girls should have panties like those." "I know," squealed Charlotte, "Let's have a ceremony and turn him into a real girl. Look, now you can see he's the boy even without taking his panties off. Look at that bulge." "That will have to go. It looks gross in such beautiful panties," crowed Jacky Morgan. "I'll go and get the shears," squealed Charlotte, and she dashed of to find a pair. The other girls kept crowding and jostling but Jacky Morgan maintained the frenzy of suspense and declared that they would not take my panties down until Charlotte came back. By now, Judith had been released because the girls were only curious about the boy thing they were all eager to see. Soon Charlotte returned with a pair of secataurs from the gardening shed and waved them madly over her head as she dashed forward. At first I played along with the joke. I was relieved that the girls weren't laughing or ridiculing my beautiful lingerie and I even lifted my butt as Jacky Morgan now dictated that my panties now be removed. Emily snatched the secataurs from Charlotte and grinned excitedly as she approached my naked belly. She paused for a moment as she opened the blades of the secataurs then placed my penis between them. Then she pretended to make a speech. "I hereby make my cousin Peter, an honorary girl." With these words, all the girls surged forward, jostling and arguing as they struggled to get a closer look. What ever Emily meant to do, I will never to this day know but the results of her actions were catastrophic. As she leaned down to make a pretence of snipping off my boy thingy, the other girls all surged forward and forced Emily forward and off her balance. I tried to bring my knees up and cross my legs to protect myself but it all happened too quickly. What ever was meant to happen was now immaterial. As Emily was shoved forwards she struggled to get a grip and in doing so her hands pressed down on my tummy as she tired to regain her balance. Suddenly I felt the most excruciating, searing hot pain in my pee-pee and then there was blood everywhere. I let out a single scream of agony and knew no more. My scream shocked the girls back to sanity but it was all too late, already a pool of blood was growing on the tabletop and the girls started to scream and panic. "What's happened?" shouted Judith as she tried to make herself heard above the screams and panic." "It's his thingy!" squealed a terrified Emily. "I slipped and the secataurs cut it off." Judith could not believe her ears or her eyes as she fought her way through the terrified crowd of girls but finally she reached the table. "What the hell have you done?" she snarled at Emily. "It wasn't me!" screeched Emily, "Jacky pushed me!" "I didn't. The others were pushing in." Bloody hell. He's bleeding. Go and get mummy!" This was the first sensible reaction and Charlotte dashed down to alert our parents whilst all the girls milled around and pressed forward to get a proper look.. In short order, Mummy and Aunty Pauline arrived and quickly tried to stop the bleeding. Throughout all this pandemonium, I was unconscious but eventually, as Mummy struggled to staunch the blood, I came to and immediately started screaming again with pain. I continued screaming until the ambulance arrived and the paramedics took control. After stemming the blood, one of the paramedics asked my mother where my missing penis was. In the pandemonium nobody had thought to recover the appendage from the pool of blood and when the paramedic finally found it, it had been trodden on at least a dozen times. He let out a curse as he gathered up the shredded remains and told my mother to get some ice cubes. When she returned she asked what for. "There's not much hope now, the penis has been trampled to a pulp, but we can only try. If it had been recovered straight away and placed in ice, the surgeon might have been able to do something." "Oh can he! Will he?" begged my distraught mother. The paramedic took a deep breath and offered little hope. "I don't hold out much hope now, just look at it, see how the internal tissue has been squeezed out like a broken sausage. The other children must have trampled all over it." My mother studied the tattered little piece of flesh then shook her head despondently as she turned to face me. The tears in her eyes told it all. For me however, it meant little for the sedatives and painkillers were now taking effect. I don't even remember the ambulance ride or the arrival at hospital. End of Chapter Two - To Be Continued Feedback graciously accepted !!