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Vacation made in Heaven ... and Hell part 2
"Come on Princess, we don't have all day. Didn't you hear? We're going
out in an hour?" Angela smiled as she saw Anthony's fists clench just
that bit harder as he struggled to control his temper. Only his mother's
last words echoing in his head stopped him from launching himself at his
tormentor. "Make sure I don't have any cause to intervene up there or you
will find yourself asking Angela if you can continue to borrow her
clothes when we get home!" From the look on her face she had meant it and
even if she hadn't he wasn't willing to take the chance.
Angela looked towards messy near shoulder-length mop on his head and
asked, "What on earth do you put on your hair? It's horrible."
"Mousse, gel and Brylcreem," came the mumbled reply.
"Gross! Why?"
"I was going for a kinda grunge, skaterboy look and my hair just flops if
I don't put all that shit on it."
"Fair enough. Did you shower this morning?" she asked.
"No," he grunted in reply.
"Thought not. Well there's no way you're wearing my clothes over that
dirty, smelly body of yours. You'll have to shower.," She dug into one of
the two smaller travel bags they'd brought up after the cases then passed
him some plastic bottles, one at a time. "Here. Shower gel, Shampoo - use
this then rinse, then same again - and conditioner. Comb it evenly
through your hair, leave it on for five minutes then rinse. Got that?" He
didn't reply. "Got that, Princess?" He nodded. "Good gir ... boy." His
face was burning as she laughed and turned away to get the second travel
bag. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.
Angela looked back to see that he was still standing there. "Hurry up,
off you go. Oh, I see. You're worried that when you're out the room I'm
going to pick out all the nice clothes to keep for myself? Don't fret.
I'm not like that. I'll make sure you get your fair share and don't get
left with all the boring old pants and shorts and plain T-shirts and
stuff. Well? What are you waiting for?"
When he'd trudged off to the bathroom she went into the second bag and
pulled out her video camera. Perfect! There was a wardrobe on the window
wall meaning plenty of light going in the right direction and out the way
enough not to be noticed. She screwed in the miniature tripod and
carefully positioned it on top of the wardrobe to take in the desired
spot in the room. Next it was the digital still camera which she sat on
the widow ledge. Great, both the remotes were working fine. Lastly she
plugged her iPod into the docking station, turning it up loud enough to
cover any sounds that the cameras might make.
After about fifteen minutes Anthony was back, wearing just a towel round
his waist and trying not to look at the clothes lying on the bed. "Sit
there," she said pointing to a chair she'd placed in the middle of the
room facing the window and, more importantly, the cameras.
She had taken most of the time he'd been out of the room deciding what to
make him wear and still wasn't sure. Should she throw him in at the deep
end with the frilliest, flounciest dress she'd brought or build things up
more gradually so that every day was worse for him than the previous one.
In the end she thought she'd see what he looked like when everything else
was done before deciding.
"Here," she said, holding out a pair of panties. He just stared as if he
didn't know what they were. "Anthony, take your panties." Still no
response. "I need that towel to dry your hair properly so you have the
choice of wearing your panties or sitting naked while I sort your hair."
His hand moved slowly forward to take them from her. "Cute, aren't they?
I love pink gingham. Do your normal panties have a bow at the front like
these or the pretty lace trim round the legs?"
She didn't expect him to reply and he didn't.
Finally they were on and she took the towel from him. "Aw, don't you look
just so sweet? You can sit down again." He seemed quite subdued now as
she noticed that tears were starting to form in his eyes.
She took a comb and started on his hair. Combing it into a centre parting
she was pleased to see that without all that junk in it his hair was
slightly longer than it had seemed, coming just past his shoulders. "Look
up and close your eyes, Anthony."
Angela held the leg waxing strip she'd taken from her mum's room the
night before up to his left eyebrow then carefully cut it in a loose arch
following the line of his brow. Using the first as a template she then
made a mirror image copy. Peeling off the backing, she made sure they
were placed in the right position, covering just over half of each brow.
She knew how much their removal would hurt, and how he'd react, so
decided to finish working on his hair before doing so. His hair was
combed forward at the front then snipped into a blunt fringe that sat
about an inch above his soon to be thinned eyebrows. "No hiding place for
those brows now, sonny Jim, she thought. Angela was amazed that Anthony
hadn't reacted. Had he really switched off so much that he didn't know he
was now sporting a hair-do that would look girly whatever way he tried to
wear it? Even when she used her hair drier he just sat there.
Wow. His now dry hair was gorgeous! Medium blond with sun-bleached
natural highlights, it was as soft and shiny as any hair she had ever
seen. Everything was working out so much better than she could have
imagined in even her wildest dreams.
Angela prepared herself. Anthony's placid state was likely to end any
second as she took hold of both wax strips. Rip! "WHAT THE FU ..." For an
instant he forgot about his 'situation' and reacted like he'd just been
attacked. His hands reached out to grab Angela but she was too quick for
him. She grabbed his wrists and pulled him forward over her right leg
sending him sprawling n the floor. In a flash she was on top of him,
pinning him to the floor. Her knee came up and caught him flush in the
groin, effectively ending his resistance there and then. He was
devastated! On top of all the other humiliations he'd endured in the past
half hour he'd now been beaten in fight by a nine year old girl. He burst
into tears. "Oh, Princess, please don't cry," she said with mock concern.
It occurred to her that this would be a good time to reinforce how things
were going to be from now on, namely that she was the boss.
She moved her hand slightly from his wrist to his fingers. Bending them
back slightly she said "Do you like your new panties, Princess?" When he
didn't reply she bent them back a bit further. It started to hurt. "Do
you like your new panties, Princess?" she said again.
"No."
She bent them further still.
"Yes," he yelped.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I like the panties."
"They're not just any panties, Anthony, they're YOUR panties. Any of the
other clothes will only be on loan but you get to keep all the panties,
so...?"
"Yes I-I like m-my panties."
"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she laughed. "Now tell me, are you
a boy or a girl?"
He started to struggle but she easily overpowered him. "Tell me!"
"I'm a boy," he cried out in a last act of defiance. "Aaaghhh." The pain
in his hand became unbearable. "I'm a girl, I'm a girl", he bawled, tears
streaming down his face.
"Yes you are a girl aren't you? So, tell me little girl, what's your
name?"
"Anthony," he managed to get out between sobs.
"Emily?" she deliberately mis-heard. "What a pretty name for a pretty
little girl. Now put it all together, Emily."
"What?"
"It's simple. Tell me that you are a pretty little girl called Emily,"
she said as if it was a perfectly natural request to make of a fourteen
year old boy.
Utterly defeated, he complied. "I- I'm a p-pretty little g-girl called E-
Emily," he sobbed.
She got up and stood over the quaking boy. "Yes you are, aren't you,
Emily? Now get off the floor. We're going out in twenty minutes and I've
still got to finish your hair and get you dressed."
He didn't get up, he hadn't even heard her. He just lay there sobbing
uncontrollably.
End of part 2
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