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It only took a few minutes for James to set up the camera, just under the
lip of the second-to-top stair leading into the basement. He had gotten it
for Christmas from his grandmother (bless her heart) as part of a "be a spy"
toy kit, and while at 15 he was a bit old to be getting toys as gifts, at
least toys like that, the small camera stood apart from the other cheap
plastic doodads included in the gift. It was small enough to stay mostly
concealed and while the resolution was fairly poor, it was good enough to
try and steal a glance of Courtney, his sister Margaret's best friend and
his own giant crush ever since sixth grade.
Courtney was one of 5 girls coming to the house tonight for Margaret's
birthday, and seeing an opportunity, James was allowed to invite three of
his own friends over as long as they stayed out of the basement where the
party would be happening. Of course he asked his parents to have company
claiming that he'd be bored with his parents gone from the house and
Margaret with all of her friends downstairs, but the real truth was that he
wasn't the only one interested in giving that little camera a spin. With six
17 and 18 year olds doing whatever it is girls do at a slumber party, the
guys were more than eager to see whatever partial nudity they could, and
listen in on the secret conversations sure to follow.
Margaret wasn't the hottest girl in school, but she was pretty, for sure.
She had long brown hair and a thin but athletic build, crafted by years of
running. Her freckles were her best feature, clear to see especially in
summer, under her eyes and over her nose. She had a sense of style that
often showed off her long slender legs, and despite her modest chest she
certainly got some attention from guys. Never the ones she really wanted,
but usually they were the ones chasing Courtney instead. Margaret was
pretty, but she had the unique title of having the prettiest friends in
town. Courtney, Maddie, Becca, Rachel, and Emily were stunners each in their
own right. The gathering of that group in James' house warranted attention,
and James, Dylan, Cam, and Bobby were just the ones ready to give it.
None of them were known for being trouble makers, but they sure weren't
saints either. They all spent much of their lives flying under the radar,
seldom receiving much attention from anyone - teachers, parents... girls
too. In one sense, they were an epitome of unspectacular - not bad enough to
get in much trouble, not good enough to get much reward, and never really in
focus. And though a bit more glances from girls might've been nice, they
didn't mind it that way things were. They shot for the 50th percentile in
everything they did, even as kids calling each other "the middlemen." Most
valuably, flying low meant they almost never got in serious trouble, even
when they really deserved it. Each was a pro at deflecting blame when things
went south, usually onto the kids better known for causing trouble. This
habit didn't make them many friends besides each other, but for the four of
them, that was enough.
James' friends arrived early, around 5:00, before James and Margaret's
parents had even left. Her friends were scheduled to come around 7, giving
Margaret time to set up. James and the boys retreated upstairs into James'
room, quickly testing the camera before things got spicy.
James opened the app on his phone connected to the camera downstairs, and
after a few seconds of loading, he was looking into the large area that was
his basement. In view was a large open area in the center, facing a TV along
the back wall. Two doors defined the downstairs bathroom and guest room
which were added as a part of their last refinishing job. Margaret was in
the process of setting up, and James and the boys watched closely as she
brought out a large folding privacy screen - to be used for changing
clothes.
"Perfect," James said aloud, and he watched as Bobby, Dylan, and Cam huddle
around the small screen. Margaret had a vanity table set up in the middle of
the room, ready for action, as well as 3 air mattresses, sleeping bags,
snacks, pillows, and other slumber party essentials. This was going to be
good.
James' parents shouted their goodbyes as they left for the night, with a
stern but casual "be good" yelled to both of the siblings.
"OK," they replied simultaneously from opposite corners of the house.
One by one over the next two hours, Margaret's friends arrived. Becca and
Rachel came together first. Becca had brilliant straight red hair down past
her shoulders, and perfect pale skin. Her green eyes cut through Dylan's
heart, and the other boys could almost hear it beating out of his chest as
she walked in.
"You didn't tell me Becca was coming!" he said to James with a grin he tried
to stifle.
"Oh didn't I? Well, I guess this is your lucky day!" James replied.
"Ooh Dylan's got a little crush does he?" Cam mocked.
"Oh yeah because you're gonna be so under control when Maddie shows up,
aren't you Cam," quipped Bobby.
There really wasn't a ton of substance to these crushes, if only because
those girls all attracted quite a few boys, and obviously leaned towards the
ones their own age. They were nothing more than dream girls - for Dylan,
it's because Becca was his orientation leader at the start of high school.
Cam mostly just liked Maddie because she was Asian and the other boys knew
that, and frankly it still wasn't much shallower than the others', except
for Bobby.
Bobby was IN LOVE with Margaret, and I mean head over heels infatuated since
the third grade. James was well aware (and partially disgusted), but Bobby
never made a move, not that he even could if he tried. It was always just
something they didn't discuss. The other boys had other girls in their
sights knowing that their senior-year dream girls were out of their
sophomore-year leagues. But Bobby was smitten, and had only one apple of his
eye.
Maddie, then Emily, and then finally Courtney arrived not too much later.
Each was greeted with hugs and jumps and screeches by the other girls as
they entered; the boys would have been annoyed at the sounds if it wasn't
for their little plan, which kept them all quiet and perfectly behaved. They
stayed reclused upstairs with a bowl of Cheetos, a not-in-use video game
console, and the star of the show - a phone displaying footage of what went
on below.
The girls took turn at the vanity, doing each other's nails and makeup and
trying on the clothes brought as gifts for Margaret - changing only behind
the curtain and in the spare bedroom, so no glances for the boys. They
danced to the crappy pop music that always bled out of Margaret's room and
finally sat down on the air mattresses to chat and catch their breath. Becca
went upstairs to get some more snacks.
A few minutes later, Margaret watched as Becca returned downward, and for a
brief second, appeared to look right into the camera. James was the only one
watching when it happened - she couldn't have seen it, could she? Margaret
turned back to her friends and started whispering quietly.
"They must be telling secrets now!" said James to his friends, now bored by
the lack of action on screen. "I can't really hear any of it though," he
followed up, and whatever interest the others had quickly disappeared again.
The video games were on, the Cheetos were consumed, and it was nothing more
than a normal gathering like they'd have any other day, except stuck in
James' room instead of the much more spacious basement. James put the phone
down.
Suddenly, three large raps fell on the door to James' room. Confused and
without thinking, James went to the door and opened, to be faced by four
angry looking teenage girls opposite him.
"GET YOUR ASSES THE FUCK DOWNSTAIRS, ALL OF YOU!" yelled Margaret. The boys
hesitated, unsure of exactly what was happening.
"uh...why?" asked James, either playing dumb or genuinely unsure of why they
would want him and his kid friends to join them.
"HERE'S WHY" she commanded. She held up a small metal device with a tiny
lens at the end, which James recognized immediately as his camera.
James knew he was in deep shit, but tried to play it off anyway.
"So you stole my camera, anything else?" he rebutted.
"Funny," replied Margaret. "Here's the deal guys, you're gonna come
downstairs with us willingly or we're gonna drag you down there. Don't think
we won't. And it will be worse for you if we have to."
Frankly, the idea of being forcibly dragged by the women they'd dreamed
about for years was appealing if anything to the boys, although they didn't
quite know what "worse" meant for them. Cam stood up first.
"Uh, ok we'll go," he said, speaking on behalf of the group ignoring whether
the others had made up their minds or not. "Someone want to tell me what's
going on though?" he followed up.
"Don't play dumb Cam," answered Maddie. Cam's heart skipped a half beat when
she spoke - he could barely function with her around, and now she was
talking to him! She was angry, sure, but hey, she was talking to him!
The ten of them slowly made their way down to the main floor and the
basement. Two girls traveled in the back of the pack to make sure none of
the boys tried to escape, but none seemed too desperate to get away yet.
As they entered the basement, Becca waited by the door to make sure no one
tried to make a run for it too early. The boys stood in a line, facing the
three other girls clustered by the vanity, facing back at them.
"So boys..." Margaret began, "it seems you four have been spying on us, and
by the looks of it, were probably hoping to see us naked, huh?"
They all felt their hearts start racing as they knew they were caught. They
also secretly hoped that by the way Margaret started, they might just get
what they were looking for in person!
"Well boys," she continued, "the girls and I don't much appreciate
voyeurism. In fact, it sure looks like you were trying to non-consensually
collect some photos that might be considered pornographic, and half of us
are under 18. You're all smart enough to know that's a serious crime, and
you're fucked."
"Rachel wanted to go to the police, Becca too. But James, you see, as your
dear sister I talked them out of it. But in return for my kindness, you guys
are ours for the night, you hear me?" She paused.
"So here is the deal. If any of you try to leave this basement, we go to the
police. We're giving you a chance to get away without that, but if any of
you squander that chance, well we will just have no choice. We're all pretty
fucking pissed you tried this shit, and it would be a real shame if all of
your parents had to be notified that their boys are little perverted spies.
Even if you don't get in legal trouble, you can tell me how well that would
go over when mommy and daddy hear about their creepy little kid."
"So boys, for the next few hours you're our dolls, our mannequins, our
little girls. We're gonna do your makeup and clothes and hair and you'll be
perfect little princesses. But first things first."
Emily chimed in next. "If anyone, however, is willing to sacrifice
themselves to receive the punishment, then we'll spare the others and the
other three of you can go on with your evenings. Any volunteers?"
Cam, Dylan, James, and Bobby all looked at each other as they waited for
someone to make the move. Each one of them knew they wouldn't volunteer
themselves - after all, the only thing worse than this would be to have to
go through it alone. That, of course, and being exposed to the police or
their parents. Escape didn't cross their minds; Margaret was a serious girl,
and James and his friends knew to take her threats seriously. With six girls
bigger than they were, and one at the door, it would be a shock if they
managed to get out anyway.
"Cam volunteers!" chimed in Dylan, hand over his mouth in an obvious attempt
to pretend he didn't say it.
"Oh does he?" answered Courtney.
"Like fuck I do!" the real Cam snobbily replied. "James, it's your fault,
you go."
James hesitated. The peer pressure didn't matter, as far as he cared he was
out for himself from here on out, and there was no way in hell he would
volunteer to be dressed as a girl by his sister, of all people. To make it
worse, Courtney would see him like that!
Margaret spoke up again. "Ok, seems like there are no takers? Fine, we'll
even give you another chance." The girls had thought it out, they knew they
would get all of them but it was more fun to watch them squirm first.
"If no one wants to volunteer, we'll let you choose who has to go. You can
blame whoever you want, just write it down on these pieces of paper." She
handed them each a post-it note and a pen.
"Whoever receives the most votes, we'll take." The boys quickly made their
decisions and folded up their post-its. The experts in deflecting blame knew
how these kinds of situations worked, and went with their normal plan.
Margaret, with the group of girls behind her, unfolded and read each aloud.
"One vote: Cam. One vote: Dylan. One vote: James. One vote: Bobby." Each of
the boys had chosen the one to their right, in a cycle. They got out of
plenty before by that strategy, and hoped to once again.
"Well well well, looks like no one has the clear blame. I guess we're just
gonna have to let them go girls!" Margaret said with a small chuckle.
"But wait!" Emily chimed in. "It looks like we have a four way tie for most
votes! They all win!"
The four boy's hearts sank, simultaneously and hard enough that you could
almost hear it.
"Cam!" one of the girls started. "You're first, get over here." Cam could
see that it was Maddie who spoke, and his brain went into a frenzy of
emotions he couldn't control. Fear, embarrassment, heartthrob and some
delight all at once consumed him as he felt himself walk into their grasp,
as they gently coaxed him into the chair at the vanity in the middle of the
room.
The other three boys were silent, almost paralyzed in anticipation and
anxiety knowing that their only way out of having the cops called or their
parents told of their little spywork was to obey. Cam was descended upon by
two or three girls at a time, the mirror covered so he couldn't see himself,
although the other boys could see short glances. He felt brushes and creams
and powders being dragged across his face. They told him to keep his hands
on the desk and he obeyed, watching as they applied a baby blue on each of
his nails except the ring finger, which they painted a glittery silver. His
shoes and socks were removed and his feet were attacked in the same way. He
felt the girls pulling his straight blond hair in all directions, and he
felt his normally 'long-for-boy-but-short-for-girl' haircut grow to tickle
his shoulders and lower back, as if they had put more hair on his head
somehow. Sometimes they would tell him to close his eyes, and he obeyed
knowing it was better than not at that point. After it was all said and
done, Maddie came up to him last. She looked deep into his blue eyes, and
slowly twisted upward a tube of red lipstick in her right hand.
Cam's heart didn't know what to do with itself as she spoke to him. "You
look so pretty darling!" she said as she brought the stick up to his lips,
carefully drawing it across and leaving a bright red stain far too mature
for a girl his age, but deviantly sexy nonetheless.
"Now let's get you dressed!" Rachel said as she frisked him away to the
guest room. She handed him a pile of clothes, much of which Cam didn't
recognize, although all of the boys saw on top the pastel blue panties he'd
be wearing shortly.
"Don't take too long," she warned before closing the door behind him.
"Come on Dylan!" Margaret coaxed.
"Fuck you," he whispered as they grabbed his wrists and brought him over to
the vanity. The smells of Cam's treatment still lingered and he imagined his
wouldn't be any better.
"You're gonna regret that profanity young lady!" Margaret answered. I had in
mind a natural look for him, but you know what? I think we can go all out.
She put away the light pink lip gloss she was already holding and replaced
it with a hot pink, glittery liquid lipstick. "Let's start with this, just
to calm you down a bit." Despite his attempts to squirm away, his makeup was
applied just as well, and to cap it off, a straight black wig was secured to
his scalp before he too was given a pile of clothes and told to change
behind the curtain.
"Uhh...I don't know how to do this," came a voice from the guest bedroom.
"Maddie please go help him," said Margaret. She obeyed and entered the room
to find Cam holding a lacy black bra and unsure how to get it on. She took
the bra, and guided his thin arms through the proper straps before securing
it in the back.
"Uhh.. thanks," he stammered, unsure of how he got himself into this
situation in the first place. His dream girl alone with him in a
bedroom...slipping him into a bra of all things!
One by one each boy was called up to his punishment, each awaiting their
fate more nervously as the other boys slipped away. They only got sparing
glances of each one after they finished at the vanity, but from the quick
images they got, none looked forward to their own turn. Still, escaping at
this point was out of the picture. Maybe if they had escaped after one boy
there was deniability, but as soon as Dylan had gone, everyone was
committed. After all, the boys who had their makeup done would never allow
one of the others to escape scot-free.
Bobby, and finally James were called, and each did their time at the vanity
before receiving their package of clothes and retreating to a private area
to change. Margaret seemed to savor in the experience as she applied James'
makeup and curled his long, previously straight light brown hair. James
didn't look too closely at himself for fear of what his reflection would
hold, but by the sheer feeling alone it seemed like the girls spent way more
time on him than they had with his friends before. It felt like ages before
his time at the vanity was over and at that point he hadn't even faced the
worst part yet!
The boys fumbled with their new pretty clothes, not always knowing quite
what to put on and how, though in time they managed to figure it all out.
After 20 minutes the girls figured they must be finished, and called them
out of their rooms, to meet the crowd and each other!
Cam came first. He wore a sky blue, strapless taffeta mini dress that he
remembered from Maddie's homecoming dance a few years earlier, with a silver
sash tied around his waist with a bow in the back. His nearly hairless legs
met the floor at 3 inch silver sandal heels, showing off his new pedicure,
matching his fingernails above, which he folded sheepishly at center. His
natural blonde hair matched seamlessly to his new extensions, which the
girls had so elegantly braided like a crown behind his long, slightly wavy
hair falling down past his shoulders. But Cam's makeup stole the show! His
bright blue eyes were lined with a serious cat eye wing and his dark lashes
barely concealed a glittery silver eye shadow above, which glimmered through
each time Cam blinked. His foundation was matte and perfect, and drew sharp
contrast to his berry red lipstick, which he nervously pouted as the girls
laughed, stunned. Below the outfit, he knew and the girls knew, were darling
baby blue panties (to match the dress!) and a black bra that really wasn't
necessary with the outfit, but something about the thin straps sticking out
of the top of the dress over his shoulders just made Cam squirm even more,
and the girls loved that. As he turned his face, a shiny highlight by his
cheekbones radiated femininity. Cam was suddenly one of the cutest girls in
the room!
Dylan came out next, in a very different style but wholly embarrassing
nonetheless. He had on a pair of tiny girls' jean shorts, barely covering
his rear, and beneath them a pair of small-eyed fishnet tights, stretching
downward into black 4-inch heels. Up top, he was wearing a visible lavender
bra underneath a white crop-top, shamelessly emblazoned with "boy crazy" in
neon pink and silver lettering at the center of his chest, the whole thing
barely reaching his midriff. His nails were a hot pink and his black wig
fell straight down to between his shoulder blades. His eyes were even more
intense than Cam's, lined and shadowed in an aggressive smoky cat-eye. His
lips were the highlight, though, and as bright as the liquid lipstick's
color already was, his shame intensified as the glitter revealed itself,
reflecting back wherever he looked.
The two first boys looked at each other, both wanting to laugh at the other
but knowing they were in it just as bad. Margaret called Bobby, and Cam and
Dylan looked his way to find out what #3 received.
Bobby's makeup was the simplest, although the way his freckles came through
a thin layer of foundation made his newly doe-ified style even more
feminine. He wore a maroon halter crop top reaching down just to his belly
button, and showing off the delicate frame he never grew out of. His waist
narrowed like a girl's, extending back out like an hourglass at his hips to
the cutest white miniskirt, with red rose patterning. His long and hairless
legs lead down to cork colored wedge sandals, and his brown hair was tied
back into a high ponytail with a red ribbon, up in a bow and draping down to
his neck in the most feminine way possible, and somehow, despite his
relatively subtle makeup, Bobby oozed girl. Worst of all, his lightly
glossed lips and new hair made him look just like Margaret! The girl of his
dreams had turned him into...her! Relative to the others he had gotten off
not too bad, until Becca snuck up behind him with an air-mattress pump gun.
She plugged it in and turned it on beneath his skirt, and as it flew upwards
around him everyone got to the see the white panties with purple trim he
wore underneath. Small cartoon bears smiled across the pattern, and Bobby
was mortified. His two friends had seen him not only dressed as a girl (at
least he saw them back, too), but in his case they got to see his girl's
underwear!
James came out last, and as the orchestrator of the whole event no one
expected Margaret and the girls to take it easy. To say they didn't hold
back is an understatement.
The first thing one might have seen when the newly made over James reentered
the room is something between a young girl and an older teenager, or more
rather, an older girl trying her best to look like a young girl in the
sexiest way possible. James' light brown hair was curled and pulled back
into two long pigtails at the corners of his head, each held up with
multiple pink ribbons. They daintily fell behind his heavily made up face,
which radiated pink and glitter like it was paid to. His eyes were shadowed
by a glittery pink and his lips were a similar color to Dylan's, although a
bit lighter and clearly more overdone. It was impossible to say whether
James was actually red in the face, due to a thick layer of blush
permanently highlighting his embarrassment. Fake lashes made every bat of
his eyes a heavy and atrociously girly experience, as did the clip on
sparkly earrings they had secured to his earlobes. He wore what looked like
a little girl's party dress that had been modified to fit a grown woman -
the strapless top part went over James chest, not even covering his bright
pink bra, and around his upper arms in a peasant style, and connected
downward in thin straps at the sides to the skirt, which flared outward from
the built in petticoat. His legs were wrapped in thigh-high white stocking
with their own pink bows at the top, and while they couldn't see it, it was
everyone's correct expectation that his pink panties were just as garish.
Pink pumps concealed pink toenails, but white fingerless gloves on each of
his wrists revealed his fingernails to be just as pink and sparkly as the
rest of the get up. Honestly, while the other three boys looked feminine but
at least cute and put together, James looked awful. Everywhere he glared was
white or pink or glittery or some combination. He turned to the other boys,
unsure of what to do now.
As they stood in a line, the girls took their photos one by one, to the boys
growing frustration. At this point, what could they do? Leave? Not dressed
like that!
"Now boys...erm, girls," commented Margaret. "I suppose you don't much want
these pictures getting out to your friends, do you?"
The four newest ladies in the room shook their heads, scared to say any
words more.
"Well, we aren't cruel, and as long as you stay well behaved I don't see why
this has to leave any of us in the room, unless one of you boys wants to
tell. Sound good?"
The four nodded this time, In Cam's case through teary eyes and slightly
running mascara.
"Go ahead and get undressed. We'll give you makeup remover if you need it.
But one more thing...we'll delete these glamour shots when the time comes,
but before we do..." Becca chimed in.
"Your asses are ours for Halloween."
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