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Summer Horror We had been a family of four, Mum, Dad, my older sister and me, then Dad left after quarrels and my older sister went off to live with her friend. So, now there were only two of us, I was twelve with Mum now a single parent struggling to keep us going and keep the house too. It was no problem for me, in fact it created stupid opportunities. Mum worked full time and I went to school as normal, but after school I'd be alone at home for perhaps a couple of hours until she came home. I won't stray off the story, suffice to say, my older sister was a jealous bully and forced me to wear girl's clothes. With her leaving she had left me struggling to stop it, but now with the house my own every afternoon, I often found myself unable to stop that horrible uncontrollable desire that she'd groomed in me. But that is just the background to the terrible summer that changed everything. School had broken up on the Friday and I was looking forward to seven weeks of freedom to do whatever I wanted, then Mum started talking over breakfast on the Saturday morning. "Now Billy, I've been meaning to sit you down to discuss the arrangements for your school holidays." She started. "It's no problem Mum I'll be ok here on my own. " I went to interrupt. Much to my frustration she waved me down. "No Billy, you are too young to be here on your own. I've been talking to my friend Barbara and she's got a similar problem." "But Mum, her daughter is only eight." I began. "That's as may be Billy, but she has an old head on her." I began to reply, but she interrupted, this time angrily. "Be quiet William, hear me out." I knew better than to try to continue, she only called me William when she was annoyed and it would only make her angry if I continued, so I held my tongue and quietly listened to her. "Barbara and I have decided to pool our resources, as you know she's a single parent too." I knew only too well, I also knew that Mum's friendship with her had led to Dad leaving us. "We've decided that we will give you a trial keeping an eye on Barbara's daughter Kate at her house whilst we are in work." I stared at her in horror. "Oh my god no Mum, no way, I can't, I won't, I hate her, she's such a spoilt bitch and I, I'm not a babysitter, no way I won't do it." She waited for me to stop my babbling, then she started again. "If you've quite finished William." Her voice was icy, caustic, the anger showing in her face. "Ys Mum." I mumbled. "Apologise to me for your childish outburst." She looked grim. I avoided her angry stare. "I'm sorry Mum." I mumbled again. "With your selfish attitude you don't seem to understand that your school holidays are difficult for us to manage. What Barbara proposes is that we give you a trial keeping Kate company, we will leave you both a lunchbox just as you get to go to school and if there is any problem you are both old enough to be able to ring us. If that works out and you succeed to get on with each other without any issues, then we decided we might give you pocket money as pay." "But, but she's a, a eight year old girl Mum and, and I, I don't like......." I tried again, a feeling of abject horror growing inside me. "I'll hear nothing more about it William, we have decided, so you'd better behave or there will be trouble. We have already discussed our alternatives and what we'll do if we have any problems with you. We have already approached someone who is willing to keep an eye out if there are any problems and she will become a sitter if necessary, to take over and look after both of you! She has agreed to step in at a moments notice!" "A sitter! A sitter! You mean a, a baby sitter!" "Well, if that's how you see it yes William, so you'd better behave and do your best hadn't you? After all we don't want to find money to pay for her, even though when we explained everything she said she'd do it for nothing as a favour to us." "Oh god Mum." I couldn't see any way out of it, so rather than the humiliation of having a 'sitter' I relinquished. "I, I suppose I'll try mum." Then I thought a second. "Anyway, what is she like, who is she Mum?" I harboured a faint hope that maybe perhaps she was someone who might just let me do whatever I wanted. "Actually, you do know her Billy, she's your old junior school headmistress, retired now of course, Miss Hargreaves." I froze in horror as I heard the name, I could almost detect a smirk on her face as she said it. She knew how much I feared and hated her. To explain, as I mentioned previously, my sister used to dress me up in girl's clothes when she had me alone at home, whence she would persistently humiliate me. In her continual search for ways to increase my humiliation and fear of embarrassment she started to make me wear girl's underwear to school beneath my boy clothes. My reluctant and frightened acceptance of that is another story, suffice to say here, that I was more or less forced to. The real horror occurred one Thursday afternoon, Thursday afternoons were games, sports that is. Now I didn't particularly like games afternoons and had previously used every excuse possible to get out of it. This day I had every reason not to do games, my sister had made me wear a pair of pink shiny satin pants and a white vest with fairies all over it and with the embossed wording, 'little princess'. There was no way I was going into the changing room with the other boys, wearing them! My excuses fell on deaf ears and I was sent to the headmistress, 'Miss Hargreaves'. Miss Hargreaves gave the impression of being a schoolmarm of the old style, she was tall and thin, wiry, I suppose you'd call her. Her face was pointed and severe, we used to call her the wicked witch and she was assertive to the point of being aggressive. She ruled with a rod of iron and had no compunction whatsoever about giving out punishments. Everyone in the school feared her, even the other teachers. Her office was a large room at the far end of the school and she sat behind her huge desk, her back to the one window, high up on the wall. I stood there, terrified, already massively embarrassed, having to explain why I was there and trying to give my excuses about not being able to do games. It was like talking to the wall, whatever I said I was wrong, not to be believed and I was going to be punished for lying. Her words are etched in my brain. Hard and aggressive. "Take your shorts down and bend over the stool boy." That was nothing new, it was how she always caned me, but today of course it was very different. The caning stool was a heavy, wooden, purpose made thing that stood to one side of the room, the idea being you bent over it facing the wall. On the wall there was a big picture of her in the most haughty and aggressive stance and thence, while you looked at it, she would administer the caning. You would have to count the strokes and then afterwards apologise to her and promise not to be bad again. After which she would make you sit at a solitary school desk which was on the other side of the room and she would give you lines of her choosing, to write out, which you did until the end of the lesson that you were missing. This could be as much as forty minutes if you were sent there at the start of a normal lesson, with games however, the games lesson was ninety minutes long! "Take your shorts down and bend over the stool boy." I pleaded, I really pleaded, it wasn't so much having my bum caned, though it hurt, it was the embarrassment of her seeing what I was wearing. I lost the battle, of course I did and before I knew it, I was bent over the stool with my shorts around my ankles and time stood still. I lay there, over the stool quivering in horrible humiliation. I think it must have stopped her in her tracks because she was silent for seconds, then ...... I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for it. "Well, well, well, what have we here then?" I felt her hand touch my bottom, slipping over the shiny fabric that clung to me. "Did your mother send you to school wearing these?" I didn't answer for a second, not until she shouted.... "No Miss." I mumbled in response. I won't go through the whole dialogue of that torrid afternoon, it's for another story. The upshot of it was, that she also made me show her the vest that I was wearing and declared loudly that she had a little sissy in her school. I had the cane and was made to sit, only in my underwear, at the little desk and write the humiliating lines that she gave me. 'I must behave and be a good little sissy for Miss' as one line and 'I must learn to be a good little girl in school' as the other. One on every other line until she told me to stop over an hour later. If you thought, as I did, that this would be the end of it then we were both mistaken. For horrible, evil Miss Hargreaves had other plans and from then on, each week until I finally, after the end of the summer term that year, left the school, I would have to go to her study, every Thursday afternoon. She would make me strip to my underwear, which she expected to be girl's, get spanked, yes spanked instead of caned and have to sit there in my underwear and do the lines she thought up for me. She kept a text book specially for me to write in, it was locked away in her desk drawer. Heaven help me if I was wearing boy's underwear on Thursday afternoons, she would get extremely annoyed, but I had no escape as she took to keeping increasingly humiliating girl's underwear in her cupboard which she would then make me change into. It didn't take me long to accept the lesser of two evils and just wear the things my sister made me wear. I never knew if Miss Hargreaves told my Mum about it, nothing was said at home and yet I had this awful feeling that Mum knew and now she was threatening me with Miss Hargreaves and there was that nasty smirk on her face. Monday morning came all too soon after a moody weekend. As directed I wore my shorts and tee shirt, my trainers and sports socks, then she loaded me into the car and we were off. The journey was only short, Barbara's house was a large semi, only across town, but Mum lectured me every minute of the way. "Stop being so moody Billy or you know the consequences. I expect you to behave and not let me down, if I hear of one thing where you've been nasty to Kate, then you'll be for it and remember, you're not too old to go across my knee!" And so it went on and on and in reality it only made me feel more and more moody. We arrived at Barbara's house all too soon, it surprised me that Mum had the key, she opened the door and ushered me through into the spacious kitchen. "Barbara?" Mum had a smile on her face as she called. Barbara arrived from upstairs. "Gosh Amanda, I'm so behind time, I've been getting everything ready, so hopefully we've got it all sorted." She looked at me then. "Hello Billy, I've left your Mummy and my phone numbers on the pad by the phone and Miss Hargreaves number is on the bottom." She paused a second. "Your Mummy told you about Miss Hargreaves Billy?" I wished she would stop calling Mum, Mummy like that, I'm not a bloody baby after all, but I just nodded, sulkily. "Kate has the numbers already programmed into her iphone, so she only has to press a button and she knows exactly how to send us texts if there is any problem." She smiled winningly. "That isn't necessary Mrs Hughes, I can use the phone here." I couldn't help sounding a bit grumpy, Mum wouldn't let me have a mobile and it wrankled to think that this eight year old had one, Mum gave me a steely look as she heard my voice. "Its not Mrs Hughes now Billy, its Mz Thomas, I've returned to my maiden name." I had no idea what she meant, except that it confused me. "Anyway, the reason I've told you that is, if something happened to you, then Kate is also able to contact someone in an emergency." It made sense I suppose, I could see her point. I nodded, still feeling grumpy. "Apologise to Mz Thomas Billy and tell her you understand, properly." Mum sounded cross. I stiffened, blushing. "Yes Mum." I cast my head down then turned to Mz Thomas. "I'm sorry Mz Thomas. I do understand, thank you." I'm not sure why I thanked her but I suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed by the two of them. "Good boy." She patted me on the head, like she would a child. "I've made up your lunchboxes and your drinks, they are on the fridge, Kate knows where they are and she will show you which one is yours." She looked at her watch. "Good grief Amanda, look at the time. Kate, Kate? We're going now!" There was a pounding of feet on the stairs, the kitchen door flew open and there she was, the spoilt bitch in a tee shirt and skirt with bare feet. "Hi, Billy." She almost shouted. "Hi Amanda." My mother smiled at her, "Hello Katy." Then she gave her a kiss and a cuddle. How's my clever girl today?" Kate smiled broadly at her. "I'm good Amanda." Mz Thomas, Barbara, interrupted her. "We've got to go now Kate, I've told Billy about the phone and I told him you'd show him where your lunches are." Then she looked at us both. "Now make sure you behave and play nicely children, remember we are only on the end of the phone and Miss Hargreaves is only next door if there's an emergency. Ok?" "Yes Mum." Kate sounded too happy for my liking. "Billy?" "Yes Mz Thomas." I mumbled, in contrast to Kate my voice sounded soft and quiet, I don't know why, it just came out like that. I was in a situation I didn't want and I didn't like. They left and Kate was all smiles. "What shall we do Billy?" I felt like ignoring her, but knew I had to say something. "You go and play in your bedroom, I'm going to play on my Switch in the lounge." Turning my back on her, I opened my rucksack and took out my Nintendo and headed into the lounge, where I plonked myself down on the sofa to play 'Animal Crossing' my favourite game. I suppose I played for about an hour when she turned up again and I was suddenly aware that she was standing in the doorway behind me. "Will you come and play with me Billy?" I glanced over at her, "Can't you see I'm playing on my Switch Kate, I don't particularly want to play with you." I went back to my game, five minutes later the phone rang. It unnerved me, what should I do? Should I answer it? I looked to see if Kate was around to answer it, after all it was her house. The phone rang on insistently and finally I picked it up. "Yes?" my voice was soft and a little nervous. "William?" It was Mum I let out a sigh of relief. "Oh hi Mum." "Why have you upset Katy? I leave you alone for not much more than hour and You're causing trouble already." Mum sounded angry, I was shocked. "I, I haven't upset her Mum, she, she's playing upstairs." "No William, I know how you spoke to her and what you said, Katy is a clever girl, she recorded you and sent it to me on WatsApp, so I know exactly what happened." I could feel the blood drain from my face and I suddenly felt quite tearful. "I, I'm sorry Mum..." I began, pleading. "Its not me that you have to say sorry to, now go up to Katy's room and apologise to her and tell her you'll play with her, whatever game that she wants to play. Bring this phone with you so that I can hear you." My feet were like lead as I carried the cordless phone up to Kate's bedroom. The door was closed and for some crazy reason, based on my upbringing I suppose, I knocked on it. There was silence for a moment, then "Come in." It was a big bedroom, her playroom as well as a bedroom. She was standing beside her bed looking arrogant. I wanted to spit in her eye and tell her she was a spoilt bitch. "I, I'm sorry Kate, I, I didn't mean to upset you, I will play with you if you want, whatever game you'd like to play, if you want." I wish I didn't sound so meek. "I've said it Mum, I, I'm sorry." I mumbled into the phone. "Hand the phone over to Katy, William." "Ys Mum." I passed the phone across to Katy who was smirking at me. "Hi Amanda, yes I'm sorry to disturb you." She paused listening. "Yes, thanks, yes he did, yes he said he would, ok." She passed the phone back to me smiling. "Ys Mum." "I hope that this is the last of this nonsense Billy, now do as your told and if Katy wants to play then you play with her, no argument, do you understand?" There was still anger in her voice. "Yes Mum, I'm sorry Mum, I promise I, I won't do it again Mum." The phone cleared down at the far end and I stood there red faced. "Why did you tell her?" I asked, my voice small. "Because you wouldn't play with me and I was bored, so are you going to play with me now?" I let out a little sigh, "Yes Kate." I hated myself as I said it in such a meek voice. "Yeay, Let's play tea party." She was her hatefully exuberant self again. Near the window there was a low round table, a bit like a coffee table with short legs, there was a frilly table cloth on it and beside it there was a big plastic box containing a doll's tea set. She sat down cross legged opposite me, I caught a glimpse of her knickers and hastily looked way as I copied her, hoping she hadn't noticed. She carefully shared out all the pieces and instructed me, step by step on how I should set my things out. She was obviously enjoying telling me what to do and I just swallowed my pride and did as she told me, anything to avoid further confrontation. We ended up with two places on either side of the table with various pots, jugs and a cake stand, in the middle. I was about to say, Ok, I've done that, now what, when she got up. "Now we need to get our dolls ready, Billy." She went straight to a large full height cupboard with pink and cream doors and she opened them wide. Inside it was fully shelved and I was surprised by how neat it looked. The area beneath the lowest shelf was the largest area and there stood a number of dolls. Now the last thing I wanted to do was play tea party with Kate and a dolls tea party was even worse, but I knew I had to keep quiet and go along with it, at least for now. As for the dolls, well I had assumed that they would be Barbie or Cindy dolls, thin stick like things about eight or nine inches tall which would be quite unrealistic, but no. There were two things about the dolls that she picked up from the bottom of the cupboard, firstly they were the biggest dolls I'd ever seen (Not that I am an expert or anything) and secondly, they were completely naked! She carefully placed the two largest ones her side of the table and I am sure that they were at least two foot eight tall when they were stood up, then she handed me two more. These were slightly smaller, surely eight inches or so smaller than the first two, but otherwise very similar. I half looked over one of the ones that I held, blushing as I did so and trying to not let her see me looking, they were extremely realistic. They were obviously from the same manufacturer and made to be realistic, I supposed as a sort of learning through play thing. She turned back to the cupboard, pulling out a clear plastic box from the first shelf so I glanced over the doll I was holding as her back was turned. It was fairly flat chested, though there were bumps and definite nipples. I looked down quickly between its legs, it seemed far too realistic! Not that I'd seen a real woman down there, except, well, I had seen my Mum and I had sort of seen some pictures on the web. Once again I hoped she hadn't caught me looking as she turned back to me with the box. "Here you are Billy, these are their clothes." I looked at the box slightly stunned, it was full of clothing for the two dolls that she'd given me. "Here, take it silly." She might only be eight but she was very assertive, oh and I haven't said anything about our sizes, that's all too embarrassing. Though of course at twelve, I was taller than Katy, but I was very thin. Katy on the other hand was, well let's say she was well built for her age. I took the box from her and she fetched another one for herself before sitting down, once again cross legged and once again flashing her knickers. I felt awkward and uneasy. "Mine are called Donna and Doreen and yours are the children, that one is Lucy and that one is Jenny." She pointed at the two dolls I'd left beside me. "Come on let's get them dressed, they can't go to a tea party without any clothes on, can they?" She smiled mischievously. "First we need to put their knickers on, come on Billy, they're in the box." I tried to be blas? and nonchalantly rummage through the clothing to find the doll's underwear, but deep down I felt a nervous embarrassment growing inside me. and then I touched them! My fingers closed around them and my heartrate doubled. They were pink satin knickers with elastic around the waist and legs, they were an enormous reminder, a tease and they made me tremble. I tried very hard to just concentrate, not to think about it, but each subsequent item of clothing sent me into a downward spiral of memories and sensations. Time sort of stood still, it was like I was almost in another world. "Come on silly, you can play with Lucy after, but you've got to dress Jenny too, first." Her words brought me back into the room and blushing profusely I hurriedly dressed the other doll. I didn't dare look up at her, I was sure she would see what it had done to me, but then if I had, I would have seen that she was videoing me all the time I had been dressing the dolls with that damn phone of hers, that was something I found out later. Dressed, we sat the dolls on the floor in front of their tea places, my concentration was shot though, I was struggling to get my head back straight, but the dolls clothes were more than a distraction. "We haven't got their tea have we Billy? I'll go and get our lunch boxes and drinks and we can put them out on the plates." She was gone in a flash before I could hardly think or agree. With the room on my own I couldn't stop myself from picking up the Lucy doll again my hands trembling. I lifted up her little skirt and rubbed my fingers over her satin panties, my little penis stiffening under my shorts as I did so. Her return made me jump and I hastily put the doll back in its place, no time to readjust her skirt. She was grinning widely. "You love Lucy don't you Billy?" I couldn't speak, I just coughed and tried to change the subject. "Have you got the things Kate?" my attempt at being brusque sadly inadequate. She handed me a lemon coloured lunchbox with a picture of fairies dancing on the lid. "This one's yours Billy, isn't it pretty?" I ignored her words, but looked questioningly at her blue box with a picture from the Disney Cars film on the lid. She saw me looking, "This is mine Billy, Mum gave it to me to bring to school." She popped it open and I uneasily copied her. Inside were sandwiches, neatly cut into triangles and wrapped in cling film, mine were lettuce and tomato and there were 4 little triangles, with them was a packet of hula hoops, a satsuma and a box drink with some cartoon images on the sides. They reminded me of the things I had in my lunchbox when I was in the early classes at junior school. I felt a bit miffed about it and glanced over at her, questioningly, but to be honest she had similar contents to her lunchbox too. At her direction we unpacked things and placed them out on the plates for the doll's tea party. It was only through the distraction of this preparation that I managed to clear my head a little and could look further than the dolls sitting either side of me. I looked at her distastefully and then the two dolls her side of the table. I was taken aback a little, why hadn't I noticed it before? Her two dolls were wearing trousers and tee tops! She saw me looking, she couldn't help but see. "My dollies are the Mummies Billy. Look it's just like us, this is my Mum, this is Amanda, your Mummy and those are us." She pointed at the dolls beside me as she spoke. I did my best to give a sarcastic laugh, but it didn't come out right and I only ended up blushing brightly. She wriggled around crossing her legs as if to make herself comfortable, her knickers all too obvious again as she did so, it was almost as if she was doing it on purpose. My little penis was still tingling stupidly, the situation getting too much for me. Even though I was doing my best to ignore everything and just concentrate on the tea things and my lunch. The game went on as you can imagine with her two mother dolls asking my two children dolls what they wanted and then telling them what to do and how to eat and say please and thank you. You know how it goes, she speaks pretending to be Donna and Doreen, but being the evil bitch she was, she decided to rename them, Barbara and Amanda, our mother's names of course, though luckily my two damn dolls stayed as Lucy and Jenny. My job was to reply, as either Lucy or Jenny. It was a bloody nightmare all fuelled by the fact that if I didn't play nicely with her and do as she said, then I would be in trouble with my mother, her mother and then there was that threat of Miss Hargreaves. To make matters worse she corrected me on my replies until I said them as she wanted me to. "Please can I have another sandwich Mummy?" and all spoken in my best little girl voice! Oh hell this was so humiliating. Weirdly the rest of the day went very quickly and the bang of the front door and the shout from my mother made me jump out of my skin. I leapt up and went to head downstairs, but that little minx was out of the door in a flash. When I arrived in the kitchen my mother was giving Katy a cuddle, whilst her mother stood behind her smiling. "Hi Amanda, hi Mum." She was maddeningly boisterous. Her mother looked at me, looking serious, "Has everything been alright Billy?" I tried to smile, it was a poor attempt. "Yes Mz Thomas." I just about remembered the name she called herself that morning and nodded my affirmative. "So have you two been playing nicely this afternoon?" Katy jumped in, beating me to the answer whilst I was nodding. "Yes Mum, we've had a lovely afternoon, we've been playing with our dolls, Billy really loves Lucy, don't you Billy?" I was gobsmacked and just stood there with my mouth opening and closing stupidly. My mother looked at me smiling broadly. "Oh that's lovely Billy and I'm so glad you've had a lovely afternoon." I sort of ignored the words and headed into the lounge to get my Switch and my rucksack. When I returned Mum and Barbara were in close conversation, holding each others hands, Katy was nowhere to be seen, thank goodness. "I've got my things Mum." I thought that I'd hasten her on a bit, then Katy appeared through the kitchen door, in her hand was the Lucy doll. "Mum I want to lend Lucy to Billy, he liked her so much, is that ok?" she looked at Barbara and my mother as she spoke and gave the appearance that she was speaking in earnest. I cringed at the words, no bloody way, I thought. "Of course darling." Her mother smiled widely at her. "Ohh Katy what a lovely girl you are, you are so kind and generous, what other child would offer to share their toys with their friends like that. Billy, thank Katy, what a kind gesture." She looked at me and Katy held the doll out to me, a horrible smirk on her face. "N, no, its ok Katy, thank you but I don't want to take your doll, it, its yours." "William!" It was a sharp word of warning from Mum, her face set. "I, I, ok, I, y, yes, th, thank you Katy, it's very kind of y, you." I took the doll from her outstretched hand, "Th, thank you." I did my best to smile gratefully at her as I took it, my fingers trembling as they closed around the doll. "Good boy, you don't have to hide things from us you know." It was Barbara speaking, she almost sounded like a school teacher and I had no idea what she meant by that. "Good, now thank Katy properly Billy, look at her, give her a kiss, thank her and tell her honestly how much you like the doll and how grateful you are for her letting you borrow it. Mum's voice was brusque. I could have died, yes, in a way I understood the principle, if I was a little girl playing with Katy it would be expected, but I'm a boy and I'm twelve. Nevertheless, I knew I would have to do what they were now fully watching to see if I would do. Holding the doll, I went closer to Katy and reluctantly looked into her smirking face. She was enjoying every minute of this, the bitch. "Thank you for loaning me your doll Katy, I really love her and I am so grateful to you for loaning her to me." I couldn't look at her as I finished, I was too embarrassed. "Now give her a kiss." Mum's voice was still sharp. I leaned forward and went to give Kate a peck on the cheek, but the little bitch quickly turned her head and kissed me on the lips. I pulled away blushing in embarrassment. "Good boy, Katy and I will see you tomorrow, off you go now with your Mummy and make sure you look after Lucy." I didn't like Barbara's smile as she spoke and I hated that she was treating me like a child.