Roosevelt Humiliations

[Blondie]

Chapter 14 : Victoria’s Secret

The Mall

I was bright red and quite hot under the collar as Brenda got in the front seat while Becky slid over next to me. Both girls were giggling and chirping like little birds as I silently drove to the mall.

I had already been thoroughly humiliated, and I was certain there was more of that to come. My sense of dread was acute, as there was no telling what the two fiends had in store for me. I held out a small hope that I could stay in the car while they shopped, but those hopes were instantly dashed. I parked the car and waited for the girls to get out.

“Let’s go, Blondie,” ordered Becky as she nudged me in the side while she slid out. I looked around and as was usually the case, a fair number of people were bustling about. And I was about to go join them, wearing short shorts, frilly socks and girl’s tennis shoes.

God, please don’t run into anybody I know.

I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breath, and got out of the car. As we walked through the parking lot and into the mall, I tried to look straight ahead without making eye contact with anyone, but I could sense that I was catching interest from a shopper or two. I lagged a little behind Brenda and Becky, which caused them to each take one of my hands and cheerily parade me through the mall. That drew more attention, and I was beginning to hear some people giggling, much to the delight of my sister and her cohort. Two young teenage girls in particular were very amused at my condition, and I became aware of them following us, giggling all the while. I caught a glimpse of Brenda looking back at the girls, smiling and winking at them. Oh, how I wished I could just break free and go run and hide!


Lingerie

After being led around for a few minutes, they suddenly stopped. Becky stuffed our mother’s credit card in my pocket while Brenda addressed me. I couldn’t help but notice that the two teenage girls were close by, listening attentively. “Okay, Blondie, here’s the scoop. See this store right here?” Brenda pointed behind me, and I turned my head to discover with considerable uneasiness that the store in question was Victoria’s Secret. I nodded slightly with a wince. “Good, now here’s what you’re going to do. You’re to walk in and start browsing the merchandise. Maybe you can start in the panty section. When the salesgirl asks you if you need any help, tell her you’re interested in buying some lingerie. I’m sure she’ll be glad to help you. Got that so far?” I think I had a look on my face like I’d just been punched in the stomach. “Yes, I think you do,” grinned Brenda. “Now, if she asks you who it’s for, you’re to say it’s for you. Don’t try pulling any shit by saying it’s for a girl; we’ll be close by listening in. And you’re to give the salesgirl your full cooperation. Whatever she says, pretend it’s coming from us.”

At the time I didn’t know what she meant by that last statement, but I found out later that the salesgirl was Brenda’s friend and that Brenda and Becky had worked out a whole scheme with her prior to the trip to the mall. And what a devious scheme it was.

“Okay, Blondie, you’re on.” Brenda turned my shoulders and lightly pushed me toward Victoria’s Secret, coaxing me inside.

I shivered in trepidation. This was the first time I’d ever stepped foot in a lingerie store. It would have been embarrassing enough for me under normal circumstances, but in the situation I was in it was downright humiliating. I walked to the other side of the store, somehow hoping to hide as long as I could. But the store wasn’t crowded. Inside was just one other customer (along with Becky, Brenda, and the two teenagers, the latter who seemed quite enthralled with the proceedings), so it was only a matter of moments before the salesgirl was upon me.

“Hi, my name’s Julie, may I help you?” she offered. She was a slim, attractive young woman of about seventeen. She greeted me with a smile, which grew wider when she noticed my attire.

“Uh… uh…” My face flushed, and I looked straight down. “I-I’d like to buy some lingerie.” I spit the words out laboriously and blushed a deeper shade of pink.

“Well, you came to the right place!” answered Julie cheerily. “Are you interested in buying a nice piece for your girlfriend?”

I looked over at Brenda, who was staring at me from the bra section. She had a stern look of warning on her face. I took a deep breath and said, “W-well, it’s not f-for my girlfriend,” I responded, unable to continue. There was a long pause while I stared to the ground, my blush growing by the second.

“Well, who is it for then?”

“It’s.…itsforme.” The three words came out like they were bunched into one. The teenagers giggled from their spot directly behind me, and my face was now pulsating with embarrassment.

“Oh, I see,” Julie said. I glanced up at her to see if she felt at all awkward, but to my dismay I got quite the opposite impression—that she was taking pleasure in my discomfiture. She looked me up and down and smiled. “How cute.” She grinned at my blushing face. “Well, let’s see what we can do for you.” She walked a few feet over to the next aisle, where there was a rack of several pieces in different pastel colors. “I think you'd look lovely in one of these teddies," she declared. She fingered a few of the garments while talking to me. “Do you know what size you wear?”

I shook my head forlornly, now absolutely miserable. I just wanted to get it over with. “That one you have your hand on will be fine. I’ll take it,” I said as I started walking toward the counter.

She would have none of it. “Well, hang on, let’s have a look.” She took a fuchsia-colored teddy off the hanger and held it up against my chest. “Here, hold this up for me.” I held the teddy by the straps while she stepped back about three feet and observed the scene with a smile. The teenagers were looking on, giggling like the young schoolgirls they were. Becky and Brenda were close by, most assuredly reveling in the moment.

The salesgirl took her sweet time, extending my excruciating torment, as I stood there red-faced until I couldn’t take it anymore. I lowered the teddy and again started walking to the counter. “I’ll take it,” I said.

“No, I don’t think so,” Julie answered. “I think it might be a little too big for you. You have a nice, slender physique. A tighter fit would really show off your charms.”

I couldn’t believe the salesgirl wouldn’t just let me buy the damn thing and let me get the hell out of there. Plus, I was getting the uncomfortable impression that she was teasing me. I mean, my charms? Please. Then, unbelievably, my plight worsened.

“You really need to try one on to make sure it fits just right," she asserted. "Tell you what, why don’t you go into the dressing room and strip down while I find one just like this, only a little smaller. I’ll hand it over the top of the door.”

I froze, quite resistant to the turn of events. “Really, that won’t be ne…”

“Please, I insist,” she interrupted. “It’ll save you the trouble of having to come back and returning it. Now go get undressed and I’ll be right with you.”

Again I caught Brenda’s eye and remembered her warning. Now trembling, I made my way to the smallish dressing room. The top of the door reached to the middle of my forehead. I locked the door and stood on my tiptoes, warily looking out at the store. Becky, Brenda and the two teenage girls were staring at my red face, all of them grinning. The salesgirl had an impish grin on her face as she sifted through the rack of teddies. On top of that, another customer, a well-dressed, tall blond woman in her late thirties was also looking on from a spot in between two racks of panties. She was much more interested in my predicament than she was the merchandise.

I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. I slipped off my shirt, and, unable to find a seat or a hook in the stark room, I dropped it on the floor. I paused momentarily, and then continued with the unavoidable. I unsnapped the shorts, pushed them down to my ankles and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Unbelievably, I was standing in a lingerie dressing room wearing only my underpants, frilly socks, and girl’s tennis shoes.
I crossed my arms over my chest and waited. I shivered and looked down at the goose bumps on my arms.

At that point Julie must have seen my feet through the six-inch opening under the door. “You can take off your shoes and your pretty socks, too,” she said in a loud voice. “You’d look awfully silly wearing a teddy with shoes and socks, don’t you think?” I reached down and obligingly removed the shoes and socks. I could see Julie’s feet on the other side of the door. She wasn’t as tall as I am, so (fortunately for me!), she wouldn’t be able to peer in at me. “I’m sorry I don’t have any hooks in there for your clothes. We’re in the process of remodeling. If you want to hand them over to me, I’ll hang them up on one of the racks until you’re ready for them.”

“N-no, really, it’s just an old shirt and a pair of shorts.” The anxiety in my voice betrayed my desperation.

“Come on, sweetie, hand ‘em over. It’s part of our service here. You wouldn’t want me to get in trouble with my manager, now, would you?” Her open hand reached above the door, beckoning for my clothes. I picked up my shirt and put it in the hand. The hand disappeared with my shirt and came back up, empty. I groaned to myself, reached down for the shorts and put them in the hand. Again it disappeared, and to my chagrin came back up again, empty. I paused for a moment, then handed her one of my shoes. Wishful thinking. “No, silly boy, your underpants. You don’t want your panties sticking out of the bottom of your teddy, now, do you?” I heard the snickers coming from inside the store. The only thing worse than hearing the word “panties” was the fact that I was about to relinquish my underpants. I paused, and the hand opened and closed a few times, indicating the salesgirl’s impatience. "Come on, let me have them, now. Undies, please." Resigned to my sorry plight, I lowered my underpants, slipped out of them and placed them in the outstretched hand, which quickly vanished. “Thank you, kind sir. I’ll be back momentarily, and we can try on your teddy.” As she walked away, I heard the giggling from the girls in the store. I stood there naked, oh so naked, holding my crotch with both hands.

It seemed like she took forever. After a couple of minutes, the heads of Brenda and Becky, who are about my height, were peering at me over the top of the door. “Hi, Blondie,” teased Becky. “Are you enjoying your outing?” Both girls laughed as I bent down to a crouch, my hands covering my crotch. They walked away, quite amused. A couple of minutes later the teddy was held above the door.

“Here you go, sir. I think this will fit you rather nicely.” I took the teddy from the salesgirl’s hand. “I’m sorry we don’t have a mirror in there, but there’s a full-length one out here, so when you’re ready, you can come out and we can check you out in the mirror.”

I should have known that was coming, but somehow it caught me off guard. “N-no, really, that won’t be…you don’t need to do that,” I replied in a quivering voice.

“Oh, but I insist,” countered Julie cheerfully. I thought I heard her stifle a giggle.

I knew I had to comply, and the sooner I did, the sooner the ordeal would be over. I slipped into the teddy and pulled the straps over my shoulders. I shuddered and slowly opened the door. Six sets of eyes were fixed on me, all coupled with ear-to-ear grins.

“Oh, how darling,” chortled Julie. “Come, come, let’s go take a look in the mirror.” She draped her cool fingers around my elbow and led me through the store. Of course, the mirror was all the way on the other side of the room. I tried walking briskly, but the devilish salesgirl held me back, extending the scene. The feeling of the silky material rubbing against me as I walked reinforced my humiliation, as did the giggling coming from the other girls.

Finally we reached the mirror. I looked up and saw the wide grin on Julie’s face, and then looked at the boy standing next to her, wearing a teddy. His crimson face closely matched the fuchsia color of his garment. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody look more miserably embarrassed than the guy I saw in the mirror that day.

“Yes, I think this will be perfect,” Julie stated as she fiddled with the lace around the chest. “How does it feel?” she asked as he adjusted the lace around the hem.

I was in no mood to discuss the nuances of the teddy. “It’ll be fine,” I said abruptly. “I’ll take it.” I turned and hurried back to the dressing room. I closed the door and called out, “Okay, may I please have my clothes now?”

“Sure, I’ll make a trade with you. Hand me the teddy and I’ll go get your clothes for you.”

I didn’t trust the fiend any further than I could throw her, but I was in no position to negotiate. I stripped off the teddy and draped it over the door. It was quickly snatched away. I stood there, naked (again), waiting impatiently for a few minutes, but (big surprise) nothing was forthcoming. Then Julie’s voice emanated from just outside the door. “Excuse me, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you about our sale we are having right now on our line of undergarments. All bras and panties are thirty percent off. May I interest you in a new set?”

I closed my eyes tightly, desperate to have my clothes back and be done with the dreadful ordeal. I tried to remain calm and firm. “No, thank you. Please, just bring me my clothes.”

“Oh, but you simply must try on a sample from our new line. I think you'd look adorable. Do you know what size cup you wear?” Again the giggles emanated from outside the dressing room.

“No, please, I’m okay,” I pleaded desperately.

“Hang on, I’ll be right back."

[Blondie]

Chapter 15: A Mortifying Measurement

The Measurement

I shook my head, incredulous at the fix I was in. I waited in my naked state. I crouched down again, my hands in between my legs.

A few moments later there was a knock at the door. “Knock-knock,” Julie said aloud.

“Yes?” I answered the salesgirl anxiously. But instead of responding, to my horror I heard a key go into the lock. There was a popping sound, and before I could react, Julie opened the door and waltzed in. “Hey!” I screamed, in shock at the intrusion. “What’re you…I’m na....I'm not dressed!”

“Not a problem,” she said without batting an eyelash, as if it was standard procedure for her. In her hand was a measuring tape and a clipboard. On the clipboard was a sheet of paper with a drawing of the outline of a female human figure. “We really need to get you sized properly,” she said. “If you’ll please stand up straight, I can take your measurements. From head to toe.”

“Oh! Please, I don’t need…at least let me get dressed first.”

“Oh, no need for that, sweetie. Nothing I’ve never seen before, so there’s no need to be bashful. Besides, it’s much easier to get exact measurements this way. While you're naked. Now stand up straight, like a good boy.”

I slowly straightened up, while covering my modesty tightly with both hands. I looked straight ahead, mortified to the max. She had left the door slightly ajar, and, as one would expect, the very interested Becky, Brenda and the young teens had pushed the door open to take in the scene. Of course, Julie did nothing to discourage them.

While unsuccessfully trying to suppress her smirk, the salesgirl bent down behind me with her tape. She gently lifted my right heel. “If you’ll hold down this end with your heel, I’ll go ahead and get your height.” She stood and extended the tape to the top of my head. “Stand up nice and tall, now….excellent. Looks like you’re five feet, nine and one-half inches tall…oh, shoot, I meant to bring my scale. Will you excuse me for a moment?” she said as she walked away.

“It’s okay!” I called back anxiously. “Why do you need my…I weigh one thirty-fi...”

“I’ll be right back!” she shouted from outside the door. “It’s best to weigh you while you’re naked!” she hollered, much louder than I thought necessary.

The giggling girls continued to hang about the doorway while I waited impatiently for the salesgirl. I turned my back to the girls and bent to a crouch. It was a full five minutes before Julie returned. “Sorry about that,” she said upon entering. “I had to take care of another customer. It’s starting to get busy, but fortunately my co-worker is back from her lunch break, so I can devote full time to you.” She laid the scale on the floor. “Step up here, please.” When I did, she announced what I already knew. “One thirty-five. Five nine and a half and one thirty-five.” She picked up the clipboard from the floor and started to write. She looked up at the girls. “Excuse me, but could I trouble one of you girls to write down this information for me as I call it out?”

Becky jumped at the opportunity. “No problem,” she beamed as she stepped into the room and took the clipboard. She stood off to one side, grinning, as I stood there pathetically, still covering my privates.

“Thank you so much,” said Julie. “You’re a godsend. I’ll be happy when they get some furniture back in here.” She stood up and faced me. “Okay, let’s get your neck size, sweetie. Head up.” She pushed my chin up and wrapped the tape around my neck. “Once we get all your measurements, you can go to our website and do your lingerie shopping online. Fourteen inches, exactly,” she said while pulling the tape away. "Okay, I’ll need you to hold your arms straight out to your sides, sweetheart, so we can get your chest size.”

Unnerved, my body jolted, and my eyes widened. “Oh.…please, it’s.…let me put something on, I…”

“Don’t be silly. I told you—your measurements are much more accurate when you’re nice and naked. Now be a good boy and make this easy for me. Come on, arms up. Chop, chop!” I looked at Brenda and knew what I had to do. Resigned to my fate, I slowly pulled my hands away from my crotch.
“That’s it,” prodded Julie as she stood at the ready with her tape. “See how easy that was? Now let’s get these arms up," she said as she took hold of each of my forearms and lifted them up. "Straight out to the sides, like you’re ready to fly away.…that’s it, now hold that pose....perfect!”

She walked around me to take my chest measurements from behind, most assuredly to give the girls an unobstructed view of my exposed genitals. Becky and Brenda had seen me naked before, but they were grinning brightly, as their enjoyment of my humiliation seemed to have no limits. The young teenyboppers were grabbing onto each other and giggling uncontrollably while staring at my small genitals. It was all I could do to keep from running off.

“Thirty-two inches,” pronounced Julie. She came back around to look at my chest. “Definitely a double A cup.” Throughout the snickering, Becky dutifully recorded the information. Julie wasn’t nearly done. “Okay,” she continued. “Let’s get your waist size. Now, I’ll need you to hold your arms up high in the air. It’s best to get the waist measurement while you’re all stretched out, in case you ever want to wear a corset.” I grudgingly raised my arms slightly. “All the way up, please,” Julie directed. “Way up there, reach for the sky….that’s it….I must compliment you on your hygiene….your underarms are nice and smooth.” The giggling turned up a notch. It was true, though I had sprouted some pubic hair, my armpits were still hairless. “Now interlock your fingers and face your palms to the sky……no, turn them up, so your body will be nice and taut….there you go, perfect….you’re all stretched out now.” She walked behind me to take the measurement, affording the other girls what for them was I’m sure a very entertaining view. “Twenty-eight inches.” After a pause, she said, “With a corset I think you’ll have a lovely hourglass figure.”

She released the tape, and I dropped my arms, covering myself again. Julie came back around and faced me. “Okay, we’re almost done. I just need to measure your hips so your panties will be properly sized.” I groaned softly to myself as she kneeled to one knee. She looked up at me. “You’ll need to hold your arms up and out of the way, please.” I obliged, crossing my arms across my chest. “Thank you,” she said. “Let’s get your panty size now.” She wrapped the tape around my hips. Her eyes were no more than two inches from my penis as she purposefully scrutinized her objective (at that moment, I don’t think it was the tape). She couldn’t suppress another smirk, only now it was more pronounced. “Definitely an extra small,” was her stinging remark. While everyone laughed, she stood up, looked at my blushing face and grinned widely. “There, that wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

Julie took the clipboard from Becky and thanked her for her help. As everyone filed out of the dressing room, Julie called back, “I’ll be right back with your bra and panties.”

I slammed the door shut behind them. After locking it I leaned back against it, putting my face in my palms. “Oh….my.…fucking....God,” I muttered softly.”


Bra and Panties

My reprieve would be short-lived. Within a couple of minutes, the salesgirl held over the door a pair of lavender-colored panties. “Would you try these on for me, please?” Shuddering, I took the panties and gingerly slipped them on. They fit snugly, and I winced as I lowered my eyes to my midsection. “Well?” Julie was being quite attentive.

“They’re fine,” I answered meekly.

Next, the matching bra was draped over the door. I tried to ignore it. Fat chance. “Don’t forget your bra,” came the cheery voice from the other side of the door. I slid the shameful garment from the door. I stared at it, trying to figure out how to orient it. Julie sensed my confusion.

“Slip your arms through the opening,” said the helpful salesgirl, "then clasp it in the back. Would you like some help?"

"No!" I replied instantaneously. "I mean, um, I can do it." With considerable effort, I managed to put on the bra. I felt ridiculous, and more than a little humiliated.

“How are we doing in there?” inquired Julie.

“Fine. They fit fine, really. I’ll take them.…if that’s what you want.”

There was a momentary silence, giving me hope. “Just to be sure, I think we should have a look in the mirror.”

Of COURSE she does.

I closed my eyes for a moment to gather myself. I took a very deep breath and opened the door.

“Oh, you look adorable,” gushed Julie. "Do you feel as sexy as you look?"

Without answering, I walked as fast as I could to the mirror on the other side of the room. Once again, there were a lot of grinning faces. Only now, there was another sales lady, and a couple of other women browsing in the store. It wasn’t long before I attracted their attention.

Julie was at my side, and the other four girls surrounded me, looking on with great amusement. The blonde customer from before observed from a distance. She looked quite amused.

We arrived at the mirror. “Oh yes, this is you,” commented the salesgirl, as she adjusted the lace of the bra. “Lavender is such a lovely color on you, don’t you think so?”

I noticed that the two new customers had moved closer to take in the proceedings. I had to get under cover. “Yes.…I mean no.…I mean.…I’ll take them, please!” I turned and quickly bolted to the dressing room, to the accompaniment of considerable laughter. But when I got there, to my dismay it was occupied. In a mini-panic, I looked around for another dressing room, but there was none to be found. I knocked on the door. “Excuse me, but can I get in there?” I asked anxiously.

“I beg your pardon, young man, but I’m busy in here.”

The occupant paused and peeked at me over the door, looking me up and down. It was the tall blonde lady. Grinning widely, she said, “She’s right, you know. It is a lovely color on you.”

My nightmare continued. I stood near the door with my arms folded across my chest while the girls formed a semi-circle around me, enjoying the spectacle.


Naked Again

After a few very uncomfortable minutes, the woman finally evacuated the dressing room. I darted in there and closed the door. I moaned when I remembered that I still didn’t have my clothes. I looked around the store, but they were nowhere to be seen. “May I please have my clothes now?” I called out.

“Sure,” Julie answered. “I’ll get them for you. First, though, hand me your new bra and panties, and I’ll wrap them up for you.” Knowing it would be pointless to argue, I removed the underwear and draped them over the door. They were quickly snatched away, and again I stood naked and waiting. And waiting.…and waiting.… “Excuse me,” I shouted, now with impertinence. “But I’m still waiting for my clothes.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy with another customer now. Your clothes are hanging on the rack with the babydolls. You’ll have to get them yourself.”

I should have known it would come to that. I poked my head outside the door and surveyed the room. I wasn’t even sure what a babydoll looked like, so I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

My clothes weren’t visible from the door. I would be forced to run out there naked. I reached down and grabbed one of the tennis shoes. I held it over my genitals, which fitted perfectly inside the opening of the shoe.

I ran into the store, at which point I was greeted with laughter from all sides. Out of the corner of my eye I saw four or five very interested spectators peering into the window from outside the store. One of them was pointing at me with a wide grin on her face.

I ran from rack to rack, looking frantically for my clothes. No luck. I saw the blonde lady headed toward the dressing room again. I made a run for it, and just beat her in there. I slammed and locked the door. Breathlessly, I screamed out. “Please, can somebody please bring me my fucking clothes?”


The Teddy

It was silent for a few moments. Then, the fuchsia-colored teddy suddenly was draped over the door. I heard Becky’s voice from just outside. “That’s no way for a young lady to talk. Now put on your new teddy and let’s go home.”

“Oh, shit,” I muttered to myself. I pulled the teddy off the door and leaned against the wall, feeling hopeless. “Oh, shit,” I said again.

There was a knock at the door. “Open the door!” demanded Becky.

I quickly slipped the teddy on for the second time. I turned the knob and Becky pushed her way through. She opened up a shopping bag and spread it out, teasing me with the sight of my shorts, tee shirt and underpants. “If you would have asked me nicely, I would have given these to you.” She reached down and picked up the tennis shoes and frilly socks and deposited them in the bag. She grabbed my elbow. “Let’s go,” she said.

“Oh, God, please, Beck! I can’t, not in the mall!” Becky simply smiled and tugged at my elbow. I pulled loose and tentatively ventured out of the dressing room. Once again, I was the center of attention. I briskly walked toward the exit.

“Yoo-hoo!” shouted Julie. “Don’t forget to pay for your lingerie, sir!” she shouted.

I looked pleadingly at Brenda, who smiled and nodded. I scurried over to the counter and Becky fished out the credit card from the pocket of my shorts inside her bag. Julie took an unusually long time to complete the transaction while I stood there, basking in my degradation. Finally, Becky signed for it, and the smiling Julie handed me the pink bag containing my new bra and panty set. The bag had a huge “VS” emblazoned on both sides.

“Thank you so much,” said Julie. “You're my new favorite customer. Please come back soon. I’ll be happy to help you any time.” She had really played her part to the hilt in the devious scheme. I turned away to leave and Becky elbowed me sharply in the ribs.

“Thank you for your help,” I submissively replied.

“Oh, trust me, the pleasure was all mine,” replied the smiling Julie.

Needless to say, the excursion through the mall was nothing less than excruciating. As before, Becky and Brenda each took one of my hands, while the young girls followed closely behind. I anxiously tried walking as quickly as possible, but my sister and Brenda held me back. I even had to wait while they ordered an ice cream. By then, I had attracted quite a bit of attention from the very entertained shoppers. Along the way I heard more than one wolf whistle, an “Oh, how darling!” and a “Look at the pretty boy in the lingerie!” I can’t tell you how many shades of red I turned throughout that walk.

When we exited the mall the two young teenage girls stopped at the door and watched us cross the street into the parking lot. As we got in the car the sound of their giggling voices still rang in my ears.

[Blondie]

Chapter 16: Tormented by Becky and Brenda

Under Brenda and Becky’s Thumb

Well, again I must apologize for taking so long in between the accounts of my humiliating travails at the hands of Brenda, Becky and the others from Roosevelt High. You see, I’ve been trying to put it out of my mind, but of course, considering the magnitude of my shame, that’s impossible to do. So I may as well finish what I have started, for posterity’s sake, and for the sake of anybody still interested in reading this.

Here’s a refresher, for those of us with short memories: My junior year is finished, but I still have a few incidences to relate that occurred during my junior year and in the summer. When we last communicated, Brenda and my sister Becky had thoroughly humiliated me at the mall, where I was put through my paces at Victoria’s Secret. I even had to buy a teddy and my own bra and panties set. I am completely at their mercy. The one time I tried to defy them I found myself stripped naked at a public beach, then later forced to don one of my sister’s swimsuits to add to my degradation. I have been threatened with more severe punishment and more public nudity should I cross them again. After the beach experience, I fully believe them, and I certainly have no desire to experience anything like that again.

Much to my detriment, Brenda and Becky have become quite good friends. In fact, they have formed quite the bond, and when the two of them put their scheming, devilish heads together it doesn’t bode well for me at all. Whenever I would be home and Brenda would come over, a certain amount of fear would sweep over me. It was tough enough just dealing with Becky, but like I say, when the two of them got together, it was usually bad news for me.

It was a few weeks after the mall misadventure that things took another distressing turn. It was a Sunday evening, and I wasn’t in a very good mood. I hadn’t had much sleep the night before, I had lost a bet on the football game, and Brenda was at the house visiting. That combination was enough to make me very irritable. I was lying on my bed reading the sports section when Becky and Brenda barged into my room without knocking. Their purpose was to ease their boredom by teasing me. I was in no mood for their shenanigans.

“Hi, Blondie,” sung Becky as the two of them stood over me with smiles on their faces. “Whatcha doin’?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I answered. “And could you please knock next time? This is my room, you know.”

“Ooh, it must be that time of the month for Blondie,” teased Becky.

“Maybe Blondie’s afraid we’ll surprise him while he’s massaging his little weenie,” Brenda chimed in. They both laughed. “Or maybe he was just about to try on his pretty new outfits from Victoria’s Secret.” Again the girls laughed as I was blushing and becoming exasperated with them.

“Hmm, what a great idea, Brenda,” Becky considered. “Blondie, we’re kind of bored right now. How would you like to model your lovely new lingerie for Brenda and me?”

My guard was down, and I spoke without thinking. “Eat shit, Becky, and get the fuck out of my room!” I shouted. I could tell from the looks on their faces that I had made a critical mistake.

“Okay, that’s it, Blondie,” reprimanded Becky. “I’ve had quite enough of your attitude lately. And to act like that in front of my guest….you’re going to pay for this. Come on, Brenda, we need to talk.” They retreated, and when they got to the door Becky turned around and pointed her finger at me. “Don’t you leave this room until we get back, do you hear me?” Becky was quite stern. I didn't answer, so she repeated herself a little louder. “DO YOU HEAR ME?” I nodded my head submissively. Becky stormed out, while Brenda stood at the door, looked at me, and puckered her lips while giving me a fake kiss. She grinned broadly and closed the door behind her, leaving me alone to ponder my fate.

As I lay on my bed my mind was racing, and I was dreading what diabolical conspiracy they were devising. At least fifteen minutes had gone by before the grinning girls reentered my room, again without knocking. To my dismay, Becky was holding the bag that I recognized from Victoria’s Secret. She noticed me gazing at the bag with a look of apprehension. “Does this look familiar, sweetie? How about this?” She reached into the bag and pulled out the lavender-colored bra and panty set. “Remember how cute you looked in these?”

“Please, Becky, I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me earlier. I’m just….really tired. Honestly, I didn’t mean it.”

My pleas fell on deaf ears. “Well maybe next time you’ll think twice before giving me any of your dirty lip. In the meantime, you need to learn a lesson. You’re going to put on your new bra and panties, then come out to the living room, wearing nothing else. Brenda and I are hungry, so maybe you can serve us dessert while you swish around in your pretty new outfit.

"Then, if you’re really nice we’ll put on some music and let you entertain us by dancing on the coffee table for us in your sexy underwear. Now strip off those boy clothes and make yourself pretty for us. We’ll be waiting for you in the living room. You’ve got five minutes.” Becky dropped the offending garments on my bed and started to walk away, but stopped to watch Brenda as she approached me.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” teased Brenda as she reached down and pinched my blushing cheek. “You’ll look stunning in your pretty bra and panties. And I have a feeling you’re going to be quite the dancer.” With that the terrible twosome walked out and shut the door behind them. Their giggling resonated through my door as I stared at the girls’ underwear on my bed.

I slowly, deliberately started stripping off my clothes. I couldn’t believe I would have to wear the bra and panties again. I tried to comfort myself with the fact that at least I wasn’t in a public place. But Brenda and Becky were enjoying my disgrace way too much, and the thought of serving them and then (oh, God) having to dance on the coffee table for their entertainment while wearing a pair of panties and a bra...that was a dreadful notion.

But I had no recourse; to disobey them would mean much worse repercussions down the road. Shuddering, I slipped the panties over my naked body. I pulled the bra on and managed to clasp it in the back. Then, while looking in the mirror, I pulled the straps over my shoulders and took in the very discomforting reflection. I actually turned around to see how I looked from the rear, and then chastised myself for doing so. I remember thinking that from the rear, I could probably pass as a girl (which would only give the girls more ammunition to tease me with), what with my slim, slight features. Fortunately, I had grown some hair on my legs. It was blond, and not that noticeable, but at least it was something.

I sat on the bed with my head in my hands, desperately wishing this whole thing had never happened to me. My moment for self-pity would be short-lived, though, as I heard Becky’s voice hollering from the living room. “Blondie, we’re waiting,” said Becky, singing the word “waiting." “Come on out and shake those hips for us.” Loud giggling from the two girls ensued.

My sweaty hand was on the doorknob when I heard what at the time was music to my ears. The front door opened, and I could hear the voices of my mom and dad. They had come home from a movie much earlier than expected. Of course, Becky wouldn’t want our parents to know of the depravity she was inflicting on me. I’ve even considered telling them about it but squelched that idea when I realized that once Mitch found out, then I’d be dog meat.

In any case, for the moment I thankfully had a reprieve, and I turned around to get dressed. Just as I did, Brenda walked in. My back was to her as I scrambled for my clothes. “Oh, Blondie, how cute,” taunted Brenda as she squeezed my pantied ass before I managed to pull up my jeans.

I didn’t bother stripping off the underwear. I simply put on my jeans and tee shirt right over them so Brenda wouldn’t see me naked. I turned around and Brenda smiled at my blushing face. “Thanks for the sneak preview, Blondie. We’ll have to pick this up where we left off sometime.” She exited the room with a giggle as I felt a pang of anxiety over the prospect of a repeat performance, but breathed a sigh of relief over escaping certain humiliation that night.


More Roosevelt Humiliations

My respite didn’t last very long. At school the next day I had just finished eating lunch and was kicking back, taking in a few rays while leaning against the Roosevelt statue. I should have known better than to go near that damn thing—it seems like every time I did, something awful happened.

Sure enough, my daydream was interrupted by the ominous voice of Brenda. “Blondie, how nice to see you,” she greeted me cheerily.

I wasn’t fooled by the cheerful voice. I opened my eyes and saw the smiling faces of Brenda, Becky, Marcia and Cheryl. Brenda and Becky stood on either side of me while Marcia and Cheryl stood facing me, looking on with interest.

“I hear you look positively adorable in lingerie, Blondie,” teased Marcia. “It would be a treat if you could put on a fashion show for us sometime.” They all giggled.

“Oh yes,” said Becky as she took the cue. “He makes a lovely little teenybopper.” As the giggling persisted I became increasingly uncomfortable. That condition was about to be exacerbated as Becky inched a little closer to me while reaching into her purse and pulling out a tube of lipstick. A sudden fear swept over me as I eyed the lipstick tube like it was a rattlesnake ready to attack. “Can you believe he told me to ‘eat shit’ last night? I mean is that any way for a proper young girl to talk?” She continued her monologue while she leaned over and brought the lipstick to my lips. I retracted my head, at which point Brenda reached over and pinched my left nipple as hard as she could, causing my eyes to well up from the sharp pain. “Hold still, darling,” continued Becky. “Maybe if you look more like a girl you won’t talk to your fellow females so rudely.” She applied the lipstick, much to the merriment of my tormentors.

What is it about these girls that they got off on feminizing me?

“That’s a good girl, Blondie,” continued Becky. “Now hold still while I put on a little blush.” She looked at me closely. “On second thought, your cheeks are blushing on their own, you don’t need this. Yes, you look marvelous. Here, have a look.” Becky opened the compact from her blush and held a little mirror in front of my face. I was chagrined to see a youngish-looking boy with bright pink lipstick and very red cheeks. I looked around and felt fortunate that no one else had witnessed my latest debasement. But Becky, as though reading my mind, took care of that in short order. She pointed to two coeds standing and talking to each other about twenty feet away.

“Do me a favor, Blondie, and go over and ask if any of them have any eye shadow you can borrow. If you come through with some eye shadow, I’ll leave you alone and let you wipe off the lipstick. If you don’t? Let’s see, if you don’t.…then you have to wear your new bra and panty set to school tomorrow instead of your underpants.”

I tried to find a way out of the predicament. “Please, Beck, I’m really sorry for yesterday. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Becky would have none of it. “Go, girl, before I put you over my knee and give you a spanking. And rest assured, I’ll pull down your panties and give you a bare-assed slapping that you’ll never forget.”

The girls laughed louder. I needed no more prodding. I reluctantly made my way over to the two girls. I decided to take the direct approach. “Excuse me,” I said, as I got close. “Do either of you have any eye shadow?” I folded my lips inside my mouth in an effort to hide the lipstick. For a moment I was successful.

“Why do you want eye shadow?” asked one of them, a petite brunette. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

“It’s for my sister over there.” I pointed to Becky and folded my lips again.

This latest exchange served two purposes, both to my detriment. One, while I spoke, my newly painted lips were exposed to the two girls. Two, when I pointed out Becky, the two girls turned and saw my four tormentors laughing heartily while observing the three of us. The two coeds sized up the situation, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was the victim of a Roosevelt High hazing. The faces of both girls lit up. They pounced on the opportunity to join in the festivities. “Come on now, ‘fess up, the eye shadow is for you, isn’t it?” asked the brunette. Both girls were giggling.

“N-no, really,” I stammered, “It’s for my sister. Please, can I just get some?”

I was blushing crimson, looking down at the ground. The brunette was enjoying herself. It seems that almost everyone at Roosevelt has a mean streak. “How cute,” she continued, “He’s like a little schoolgirl, wearing lipstick and blushing like that. I’ll tell you what, you can have some eye shadow if you let me put it on you.”

I figured that to agree would be the only way out of this nightmare. “Okay,” I said resignedly.

She eagerly reached into her purse and produced some light blue eye shadow. When she reached up with the applicator, I instinctively closed my eyes. While she applied it, I could hear my sister and her friends in the distance laughing hysterically. I heard the friend of the brunette squeal, “Oh shit, I can’t believe this!”

Indeed, neither could I.

When she was done, the brunette stepped back to admire her effort. “Oh yes, little schoolgirl, you look lovely.” Again, giggles abound. I had quite enough and turned to walk back over to my other tormentors. “Thanks for coming by, cupcake.” I walked from two giggling girls to four wildly laughing ones. As I approached them, the bell sounded, signaling the next class.

“You can go clean up, Blondie,” said Becky through tears of laughter as she handed me a Kleenex. “But I still owe you for what you said to me last night.”

I quickly wiped off the lipstick, spitting out the awful taste. I ran straight to the bathroom, which fortunately was empty. I wiped off the eye shadow. I shivered, angst-ridden at the possibility that Becky still had a reprimand in mind.

Sure enough, it came just a few short days later—in spades.

[Blondie]

Chapter 17: The Bubble Bath

Denuded

It was a mid-Saturday afternoon. I came home after playing two hours of basketball. My parents were out of town for the weekend, and Becky was away on an overnighter somewhere with Brenda. I had the place to myself, and I was looking forward to it.

I pulled off my clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Just as I was about to turn the shower on I spotted my sister’s bubble bath leaning against the corner of the tub. I was a little sore from basketball, and I figured a good soaking would do me good, so I ran the water and poured in some bubble bath liquid. I don’t know what got into me—I hadn’t taken a bubble bath since I was a little kid. But as I lowered into the tub, I must say it was very soothing. So soothing that I started nodding off.

I don’t know how long I was out, but I do know that I was awakened by a tickling sensation on my balls. I opened my eyes and encountered the grinning faces of Becky and Brenda! I instinctively reached down and pulled Brenda’s hand away. The two girls were laughing uproariously as I flailed about for a while, at a loss for what to do. Finally, I realized that I best not disturb the bubbles; they were the only protection I had for my modesty.

“Well, well, brother dearest, is this sweet revenge, or what?” mused Becky. Of course, she was referring to the time many years before that a friend and I intentionally walked in on her while she was taking a bath. She’s never forgiven me for it and was surely in her element over the classic case of poetic justice. “How cute, a bubble bath. Let’s see, you bought a bra and panty set, you’ve been wearing lipstick and eye shadow, and now you’re soaking in a bubble bath like a little sissy. It seems to me you want to be a little girl. Well, just sit back and relax. Auntie Brenda and I are about to make your day.” The smiling Becky reached across the tub and grabbed a lady’s pink disposable razor. “Brenda, there’s another one of these in the medicine cabinet. I’ll start on his legs, maybe you can shave his underarms, if he has any hair under there.” Becky giggled, and Brenda, grinning mischievously, wasted no time producing another razor. “Hold up your leg,” demanded Becky.

I was horrified. I was a late developer, something that had grated on me, and when I finally started growing bodily hair I was quite grateful. Now, with its removal imminent, especially at the hands of the devilish Becky and Brenda, I was quite shaken. “Oh God, please Becky, don’t do this! Please, I’ll do anything, don’t do it!” I had bolted upright and was screaming. I felt a tear run down my cheek.

“I think we’ve struck a nerve, Beck,” observed Brenda, all too gleefully. “Don’t worry, Blondie, we’ll be gentle. Just lay back and let your sister and I make you niiice and smooth, like the little girly-girl you are.” She tried to ease me back with her hand pushing on my chest, but I resisted. “That does it, I’m getting the scissors,” interrupted Becky. Let’s cut off all his pubic hair, then we’ll take some pictures.”

“Okay, okay!” I relented, lowering back down. My situation was dreadful enough, but I didn’t want to lose my precious pubes.

Becky took hold of my foot and lifted my right leg up in the air. I couldn’t believe what was happening. “Now hold still, sweetie,” she commanded. “We don’t want any nicks on your pretty legs." She squirted some shaving foam on her hand and spread it across my leg. She started at my ankle and made a few sweeping motions with the razor, all the way to my knee. “It was a good idea to take a bath, Blondie," Becky teased. "The hot water has really softened up the hairs. Look how easily it’s coming off.”

I closed my eyes, wincing, as I couldn’t bear to watch. Then it was Brenda’s turn. “Hold up your arm, sweetie,” requested Brenda pleasantly as she took my right wrist and held it up. “Oh yes, there are a few hairs sprouting up under here. We’ll have to take care of this. A proper girl should have nice, smooth underarms. Hold your arms waaay up high, dear, so we can get rid of these unsightly things.” Miserably, I complied, much to my dismay. I had finally started growing armpit hair just a few weeks before, and now it would be gone. While Becky continued working her way up my leg, Brenda made short order of the small amount of hair on my right armpit. “Okay, now the other arm, pumpkin. Turn and face me a little bit. That’s a good girl, Blondie.” Hearing Brenda sweet-talking me and calling me a girl only added to my extreme mortification, and she knew it. She finished off my other armpit and ran her hand in a circular motion around my chest. “Oh yes, nice and smooth; we don’t need to spend any time here.” Brenda looked at my red, disconsolate face and ran her palm across my cheek. “Don’t be sad, sweetheart. When we’re done with you you’ll have all the boys in school knocking down your door trying to get inside your pretty panties.”

Becky, who was intent on her job of denuding my leg, broke her silence by breaking into convulsive laughter. “Oh, Brenda, you’re too much!” laughed Becky as she lowered her head onto Brenda’s chest until she exhausted her laughter.

“You’re quite the card yourself,” answered Brenda, joining in her frivolity.

Great, the mutual admiration society between a pair of dominant females.

I lowered my leg back into the bubbly water. “Hey, I’m not done yet!” said Becky as she turned back to her task. "Hold your leg way up high. I need to finish off your thigh.” I obeyed, and I couldn’t help but take a quick glimpse at my almost-hairless leg. I winced, which wasn’t lost on Brenda. She ran the tips of her fingers up and down my smooth calf.

“Pretty, pretty,” taunted Brenda, while emphasizing the ‘t’ sound.

I closed my eyes tightly, hoping to wake up from a nightmare. But Becky quickly brought me back to reality by lightly patting the bottom of my thigh. “All done, sweetheart, let’s have the other leg.” I resignedly lifted my left leg. Becky pulled it toward her and lathered it up. Almost seventeen long years to finally grow, I remember thinking, and it was all disappearing at the whims of this fiendish twosome.

As Becky started shaving my lower leg, she addressed me again, with a sparkle in her eye. “I notice you’ve got some hair on your arms. You need to look pretty when you model your lingerie for us. That means no unsightly hair on the arms. I think you could use the practice, so you’ll be able to do this on your own next time. Brenda, why don’t you give Blondie the other razor and let him take care of his arms himself?”

“What a wonderful idea, Becky.” They were feeding off each other now. “But I think Blondie should ask for permission. Blondie, if you ask us very nicely then we’ll let you shave your own arms. If you don’t ask nicely, I’ll take care of it and maybe I’ll snip a few pubic hairs while I’m at it.”

I had reached a new low. Not only was I being rendered hairless, but I also had to beg to do the dirty deed myself. I had to comply, and the sooner I did the sooner I would get all this over with. It took some resolve, but I pleaded in the nicest voice I could muster up under the circumstances. “Brenda and Becky, could I please.…please, may I shave my arms?” I couldn’t believe the words I had just spoken. Both girls laughed heartily at my latest debasement.

“Well, sure, darling,” Becky laughed as she handed me the razor and shaving cream. “You shave to your little heart’s content. Make your arms nice and smooth.” As the girls again giggled, I spread the foam up and down my left arm and began running the sharp razor up my arm.

“That’s it, doll face,” directed Brenda, “All the way up to the shoulder in case you have a stray hair or two up there. That’s a good girl, completely hairless,” she purred as I somehow turned a deeper shade of red. Brenda guided me to my right arm. It was almost a surreal experience as I shaved my arms under the watchful gaze and direction of Brenda while my sister was busy relieving me of all my leg hair.

Becky and I finished at about the same time. Brenda took back the razor. I looked at my left arm and couldn’t take my eyes off it. I guess that day in and day out my arms were always in my view, and the sight of them being completely hairless after at least a couple of years of seeing hair there….well, it really set in right there what they had done to me. I was mesmerized for a while but was quickly pulled out of it by Brenda, who noticed my fascination. “That’s right, sweetheart, just like a little girlie’s arm. I’m dying to see how your pretty legs look.”

She reached into the tub and pulled out the plug. The water slowly drained, and the “blub, blub” sound was quite ominous. I moved my heel to the drain and plugged up the hole. “Now, now, Blondie,” warned Becky. “Don’t make me go get the scissors.”

I moved my foot away, and the water again started draining. “Please, you guys,” I appealed. I was near tears. “You’ve done enough, please go away and leave me alone.”

“Why, we’ve got to see the fruits of all our hard labor, don’t you think?” countered Becky.

I lay in the tub, staring at the ceiling, as the water made its inevitable disappearance down the drain. When all the water was gone, my body was covered with a layer of bubbles.

“Stand up, cutie pie,” ordered Becky. "Let’s spray you off so we can see how smooth you are.”

I stood up in the tub, my back to the girls and my hands over my crotch. Becky had the hand-held showerhead in her grasp, and I felt the stream run from the top of my head and all the way down to my feet. The girls were oohing and ahhing at the sight.

“Ooh, Becky, great job on the legs! They’re adorable!” said Brenda as I felt her hand running up and down the back of my left leg. Then, to my distress, I felt her hand running in a circular motion across my butt. “And his little buns are as smooth as a baby’s.” Both girls were giggling as I stood there, mortified to the max.

“I know,” giggled Becky, “And I didn’t even have to shave there.” Now there was outright laughter. “Okay, the moment of truth, cute cheeks,” she giggled. “God, this is fun! Turn around, Blondie. Come on, snap to!” I didn’t delay the inevitable any longer. I turned around, my hands still covering myself. “Arms up high, girlie-boy.” I hesitated. “Come on, up, up, up!” demanded the relentless Becky. I raised my arms high in the air. I was still covered by bubbles, but not for long. “Would you like to do the honors, my dear?” Becky asked Brenda as she handed over the showerhead to her.

“My pleasure,” the beaming Brenda retorted. The spray started at my forehead, down my face, my now hairless underarms (which drew giggles when they became exposed), and all the way down. Becky clapped her hands together in her excitement. “Oh, this is too precious!” she exclaimed.

“Doesn’t she have the cutest little clitty?” mocked Brenda. Both girls busted out with laughter at the gibe. I couldn’t imagine feeling more humiliated than I was at that moment.

“Okay, come on out, cutie pie,” commanded Becky. “Let’s dry you off.”

I stepped out of the tub. It seemed like I’d been in there for days. Brenda was waiting for me with a fluffy towel, which she used to pat me dry. It was like I was their plaything, like a little doll, and they could do anything they wanted with me.


Their Plans for Me Revealed

Becky spoke to me while Brenda dried me, and it was a zinger. “Guess what, Blondie? We’re having a little slumber party tonight, and I think we might let you provide a little entertainment for us. Won’t that be fun? Joanna will be here, and Marcia, and Cheryl, and maybe a couple of others. You’d better be careful; I know Joanna and Marcia don’t like pubic hair on their young boys.

"And if you’re really nice, maybe we can talk Mitch into coming over. I know Mitch would love to see your smooth new look, don’t you think so?”

My mouth dropped at the bombshell. I didn’t want to even think of what type of entertainment my evil sister was referring to. And the reference to the pubic hair was most disturbing; keeping my pubic hair was the only positive I could take from the god-awful experience in the bathtub.

Brenda hung up the towel and Becky produced a container of body lotion. She dispensed some in her hand and spread it on my chest and stomach, talking to me as she did. “This will make your skin nice and soft. And you’ll smell nice, too.” Already the very feminine scent had taken over. “Hold out your hands, sweet pea.” I complied, and Becky squeezed a sizeable amount onto my palms. “Now rub this into your pretty arms and legs.” I did so, and the smoothness I felt by touching myself served as a stark reminder of my new condition.

When I was done, Brenda leaned over and smelled my chest. “Oh, Blondie, I’m telling you, you’re going to just drive Mitch wild!”

Both girls laughed heartily and led me out of the bathroom. The first thing I saw was a full-length mirror. I stopped suddenly, taken aback by my smooth, naked body. Brenda pounced on the moment, inching me closer to the mirror and lifting both of my hands and crossing them above my head, so my elbows were sticking up and out. I felt Brenda’s hands wrap around me and come to rest on my mid-section, and she placed her grinning face against my somber one, so we were cheek to cheek. “See how lovely you look, sweetie?” I couldn’t bear to look any longer, and I dropped my arms to my sides.

Becky took my right hand and started leading me toward her bedroom. “Just wait until you see what we have for you to wear tonight, girlfriend.”

It appeared that a most dreadful day was somehow about to worsen.

[Blondie]

Chapter 18: Spanked and Pantied

Disciplined

I shivered in my nudity as my sister Becky led me by the hand down the hall toward her bedroom. Brenda playfully squeezed my butt as she walked behind us. I reached back with my free hand and brushed her offensive grip away. I heard her giggle with pleasure.

The two devilish girls were in their glory, while I, in great contrast, was in the depths of misery. I had just had all my body hair (save for my pubic hair, thank goodness!) shaved off at the hands of the two witches. A scented lotion had been rubbed all over my body, as they seemed intent on humiliation through feminization. On top of that, I had been told of the impending slumber party that they were having with a few of their girlfriends, and that I would be supplying the entertainment. I cringed as I didn’t even want to try to imagine what type of “entertainment” I was expected to provide.

I was led into Becky's bedroom, where Becky let go of my hand and left me standing in the middle of the room. Instinctively, I covered my crotch with my hands. Becky opened one of her dresser drawers and began rummaging through the contents. To my horror, she was sifting through several pairs of her panties. “Let’s see, Blondie,” she said. “Since you’re so intent on covering up your little bits, maybe we can find you something.…oh, here we go, I think you’ll look quite stunning in these,” she teased as I watched her pull out a bright pink pair of her panties. She held them up, stretching them out with both hands. “What do you think, Blondie, is this your color, or what?” Both she and Brenda broke out in laughter as I stood there with a distressed, somewhat frightened look on my blushing face. My hands tightened a little bit on my privates, and I bent over slightly from the waist. The girls were enjoying my body language.

“Please,” I implored. “Don’t do this to me.” Of course, my appeal fell on deaf ears. Becky approached me, kneeled on one knee and held the opening of the panties at my left foot. “Step into these, sweetie. It’s time to get you ready for your guests.”

I started to lift my foot to do her bidding, but my humiliation got the better of me, and instead I made a bolt toward the door. I must have been delusional to think I could escape from my tormentors. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” cautioned Brenda. “One phone call to my cousin and you’ll find yourself naked in public before you know what hits you.”

I stopped in my tracks. No need to remind the reader about Mitch and his threat. Suffice it to say, it was enough to have me completely under their control. I turned and faced my tormentors. Brenda had taken a seat on the bed, and she motioned for me to come over with the crook of her index finger. “You get your little ass over her right now, little girly boy!” she commanded with an admonishing look one would expect from a mother intent on disciplining her young child. I timidly toddled over to Brenda, my hands over my crotch all the while. She authoritatively grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me over her knees. She expertly positioned me so that my ass cheeks were propped up, as if they were begging to be slapped. Sure enough, I felt the first of many stings as Brenda used her bare hand on my naked ass. To exacerbate my humiliation, Brenda scolded me while she went about the spanking. Methodically, each word coincided with an authoritative slap on my naked behind.

“How dare you disobey your sister like that! You should be ashamed of yourself!” It was really starting to sting at that point. “Now get your little ass up and put your pretty panties on like the girlie boy you are!”

Count ‘em, that’s thirty-two bare-hand spanks, and they came in rapid succession. My backside felt like it was on fire. Brenda, who obviously derived considerable enjoyment from her spontaneous discipline session, pushed me to the floor, where I landed in a heap. I gathered myself and rose to my feet, again modestly clutching my penis and balls. Tears had welled up in my eyes, and a couple of them streamed down my cheeks. My ass was throbbing now as the full effect of the spanking was sinking in. I winced in pain and in spite of myself I held my warm ass and jumped up and down a few times, much to the hilarity of Brenda and Becky.


Pantied

The laughing Becky was waiting a few steps away with the panties, and I knew what I had to do. I walked over to her and lifted my left foot, and Becky slipped the opening of the leg hole over my ankle. “That’s a good little girl, Blondie,” she taunted. I winced, both at my submission to being dressed in my sister’s panties, and at the use of the word “girl.” Brenda, who was now standing next to Becky, seemed to delight in my obvious torment. Becky signaled by tapping my right shin, and I dutifully lifted my right foot. Becky slipped the other opening of the panties over my leg and slowly, teasingly slipped them up my legs. She stopped at a point just above my knees, then let go and left them hanging there. She looked up, grinning at my bright red face. “You’re going to have to move your hands, sweetie, so we can pull your panties up.” Both girls were giggling. I dropped my hands to my sides. I was mortified. Even though I had been exposed to these girls in all my glory already, somehow it was even more humiliating with the panties dangling at my knees. Becky sensed my extreme discomfort and pounced on it. Instead of pulling the panties up, she stood up and put her arm around her fiendish friend. They both stood there grinning at me, their eyes darting from my profusely blushing face to my genitals, to the panties, and back up again. “Doesn’t she look adorable?” teased Brenda.

I started to move my hands to cover up again, as it was too excruciating to take. “Uh, uh uh,” admonished Becky, “No touching your little clitty.” The diabolical girls giggled freely as I slumped my shoulders over the latest disparagement.

“Clasp your hands behind your head,” ordered Brenda. “That way you won’t be tempted to play with that little thing.”

More giggles ensued as I complied by interlocking my fingers behind my head. This exposed my newly shaved underarms, adding to my embarrassment, which wasn’t lost on the wicked Brenda. She approached me and ran her fingers up my left side, then softly strummed my hairless armpit. "Your underarms are so smooth," cooed Brenda. "So charming." I flapped my elbow down, a move brought on both by the tickling sensation and the embarrassment. Again Brenda giggled, as she slowly walked around me, checking me out closely all the while, until she was behind me. “Hey Beck,” she squealed with delight. “Come check out Blondie’s buns; they’re almost as red as his face.”

The smiling Becky joined her companion. “Oh, yes,” she agreed. I felt a hand rubbing my right butt cheek back and forth. “And feel how warm they are.” At that point two sets of hands were caressing my backside, which indeed still felt quite warm from the spanking at Brenda’s hands. Then I felt a hand running up and down my left leg.

“And feel how smooth his pretty legs are,” chimed in Brenda. Two sets of hands stroked my legs. I winced yet again as I continued to endure the mockery from the relentless twosome. They were having the time of their lives, and all I could do was stand there helplessly, catering to their whims as their little plaything.

The sound of the doorbell momentarily interrupted their fun.


The Guests Arrive

“I’ll get it,” announced Brenda. From the bedroom doorway she turned back to me and said, “Looks like your company is starting to arrive, sweetheart. I think you’re going to make quite an impression tonight.” She giggled to herself as she made her way to the front door, leaving me alone with my malicious sister.

“Isn’t this fun, Blondie?” Becky asked as she looked intently at me. Without waiting for an answer that wasn’t forthcoming anyway, she bent down and started to pull up the panties that were still dangling at my knees. “Time to get you ready for your guests,” she continued with delight. She pulled the panties up my waist, snapping the elastic band against my lower stomach for effect. She stepped back and surveyed the results of her labor. “Oh, too precious,” she said to no one in particular. She reached down and fiddled with the lace at the leg openings. “Precious,” she repeated. She took my hand and led me toward the full-length mirror. “Come see, Blondie. You’ll just love it.” She stood me in front of the mirror as we both peered in at the reflection. Her bright smile was in huge contrast to my miserable expression. She adjusted the lace of the panties as I looked on in dejection at the sight in the mirror. With my youngish face, hairless body and flat chest, I could probably have passed for a prepubescent twelve-year-old girl if it wasn’t for my boyish haircut. Becky just stood me there for a while, as I was somewhat mesmerized by what was for me a dreadful sight. Brenda broke the spell when she poked her head in the room.

“Joanna and….oh, how adorable,” she said when she saw me wearing the panties. “Joanna and Marcia are here, should I bring them in here?” she asked.

“No,” answered Becky. “Just keep them company out in the living room. There’s beer and prosecco in the refrigerator, so help yourselves. We’re almost done here; we’ll be right out. Tell them we have a special guest and a big surprise for them.” Again they both giggled as Brenda exited the bedroom.

“Okay, my dear little brother—or should I say ‘sister?’ We’ve got to find you something else to wear. You certainly can’t go out there like that, you little slut.” Becky laughed at her own attempt at humor, as I stood transfixed at the mirror, extremely apprehensive about what was to come. The doorbell rang again. “Oh, that must be Cheryl and Julie,” announced Becky. “You remember Julie, Blondie. She was the salesgirl that was so helpful to you at Victoria’s Secret on our little excursion to the mall.”

How could I possibly forget?

I remained silent and was now downright grim. Becky continued to tease me. “I know she’ll love to see you in your pretty panties.” I closed my eyes in anguish. Now there would be six—count ‘em, six girls to harass me.


Dressed for a Slumber Party

Becky began sifting through another dresser drawer. She pulled out a long, sleeveless, pink, nylon nightgown. “Here we go, pumpkin, you’ll look just gorgeous in this,” she proclaimed as she held it up in front of me. Without hesitation she pulled it over my head, and we watched the reflection as the hem dropped to the tops of my ankles. She adjusted the spaghetti straps at the shoulders. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “A perfect fit. Just look at you! You look so pretty in pink!” I looked desolately at my reflection. My cheeks matched the color of the nightgown.

“Oh, God, Becky, please don’t make me go out there like this!” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I pleaded desperately. “I can’t do this; I promise I’ll do anything. I’ll clean your room for the rest of my life, anything! PLEASE don’t make me go out there!”

With her response it struck me right then that she might be the devil incarnate. “I can have you clean my room anytime I want regardless,” was her icy reply. “Now let’s go, sweetie, we’ve kept your guests waiting long enough.” She took hold of my left hand and started pulling me toward the bedroom door. Initially I resisted. “Do you want your bare ass spanked in front of all those girls? Do you? No, I don’t think so. Just be thankful that I was able to find such a pretty nightie for you. You’re the only one properly dressed for a slumber party. You should be grateful that Brenda and I have been so attentive. Now let’s go greet your guests, and I expect your full cooperation for the rest of the night. Do you understand?” I said nothing as I was led out into the hallway. Becky stopped and turned toward me. “I said, ‘Do you understand?’”

“Yes, I understand,” I meekly replied.

Becky smiled in satisfaction at my submission. “Good, now let’s go out there so everyone can meet my new girlfriend,” she said. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun!"

While Becky giggled I took a deep breath as we made the fateful walk through the hallway.

[Blondie]

Chapter 19: The Slumber Party Begins

A Reprimand from Becky

My anxiety level was peaking as Becky led me by the hand down the hallway. I felt the hem of the pink nightgown brush against my ankle with each step. The nylon material brushed against my freshly shaven legs, which was a sobering reminder of my new condition. I looked down at my hairless arms and shuddered at my emasculation.

The festive voices of the girls became more evident as we neared the clearing to the living room. I stopped in my tracks, extremely reluctant to continue. The spaghetti strap of the nightgown fell from my right shoulder, and I reached up and replaced it. Becky was not pleased with my impertinence.

“I’m starting to lose patience with you, Blondie,” reprimanded my sister. “Look at me.” I looked up at my sister. Her face was close to mine. She had a stern look on her face, but at the same time there was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth. It was evident that she was reveling in her power over me, and at my humiliation. She pointed a finger at me as she spoke. “This is your last warning, Blondie.” Her voice had risen, and the banter in the living room had stopped. It was obvious that they were listening intently. “I’ll put you over my knee and spank you in front of everybody if you disobey me. And rest assured, I’ll pull your nightgown up and pull down your panties when I do. Would you like me to do that?” I heard the gasps (most assuredly at the nightgown and panties reference), then the giggling as I shook my head dejectedly. “Alright, then, let’s go entertain our guests.”


Greeting the Guests

As I was escorted to the living room, there were shrieks of delight from the surprised audience. Becky led me to the middle of the room and let go of my hand, stepping away and leaving me standing alone to be ogled by the entertained crowd. My face glowed as I looked down at the floor, wishing it would open and swallow me whole. Several moments passed while I stood there and listened to the laughter. The girls seemed overcome with glee as I wallowed in my humiliation.

Becky and Brenda then approached me in tandem and guided me toward the excited girls, who were all seated on the large, L-shaped couch. Several beer cans were scattered on the coffee table, along with an open bottle of prosecco.

“Come, come, Blondie dear,” said Becky. “Let’s not be rude. Say hello to our guests.” I still hadn’t looked up, but I remember the uncomfortable feeling of sensing that there was an unfamiliar guest sitting on the far end of the couch. Becky started the introductions at the other end. “You remember Cheryl, don’t you, Blondie?”

Cheryl extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Blondie,” said the grinning Cheryl as I shook her hand. “That’s a lovely nightgown you’re wearing,” she teased. I remained silent, which elicited a reprimand from my sister.

“I told you not to be rude,” she scolded as she took my chin between her thumb and fingers and turned my face to hers. “Now thank Cheryl for the nice compliment she gave you.”

“Thank you, Cheryl,” I replied submissively. Cheryl smiled and a couple of the girls sniggered. Becky led me to the next girl, and it became apparent that part of my humiliation would be to formally greet each of the guests.

“Say hello to your good friend Marcia,” instructed Becky.

“Hi, Marcia,” I complied.

Marcia stood up and gave me a big, wet kiss on my right cheek. “Hello, Blondie,” she said. “I’m so glad you could join our slumber party tonight.” There was silence, so I felt compelled to respond, to avoid another reprimand.

“Thank you,” was all I could muster up. This only brought on more giggling from the amused guests. Somehow my face flushed brighter.

I felt Brenda tugging on my right elbow, leading me to the next guest. I looked at the grinning face of Joanna. Becky prodded me by pressing her elbow to my side. “Hi, Joanna,” I said. She just sat there grinning at me, saying nothing. Again I felt Becky’s elbow dig into my side. I didn’t know what was expected of me, but I knew I had to say something. “I’m glad you could make it,” I blurted out. There was laughter all around. Joanna continued to torment me by looking me up and down with the same grin on her face. I was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable, if that was possible. “How have you been?” I continued, now feeling ridiculous. At this point Joanna could hold back no longer, and broke out into convulsive laughter, which was shared by everyone else in the room at my expense. My face turned yet redder.

“Oh, Blondie,” laughed Joanna through her tears. “Are we going to have some fun with you tonight!” I cringed, knowing this was all too true.

Brenda turned me toward the other part of the couch and confronted with another familiar face. Being faced with Julie, the salesgirl from Victoria’s Secret was bad enough. But I glanced to her left, and sitting next to her was the girl I didn’t recognize. To my chagrin, she looked to be about eleven or twelve years old. My humiliation was going to be bad enough, but somehow this treatment before a much younger girl just exacerbated my anxiety. I didn’t have time to dwell on it, as Becky directed my attention to the salesgirl.

“I know you remember Julie,” said Becky. Of course, how could I forget? My infamous trip to the mall that day left an indelible impression on me.

“Good evening, Blondie, it’s so nice we could meet again,” greeted Julie as I accepted her outstretched hand. “I see you’ve developed quite a liking for girl's clothes. I don’t recognize the piece. Do you shop somewhere besides my store?”

I fumbled for an answer. “Uh, I think this is Becky’s,” I responded weakly.

“Oh, well don’t worry, I’ve brought a few new samples for you to try on.” She pointed to a large tote bag on the floor next to the couch. It had a “VS” emblem on it. “Maybe later you can model some of them for us.”

I didn’t answer, and again felt an elbow digging into my side, a little harder this time. “Yes, uh…thanks,” I eked out the response. The evening was getting worse and worse.

Julie turned to the girl on her left. “I’d like you to meet my sister Felicity. Felicity, Blondie.” The little girl stood up and reached out with her right hand.

“Nice to meet you,” I forced out as I shook her hand.

“No, it really is my pleasure, Blondie,” she grinned. “My sister has told me all about you, and I’ve just been dying to meet you.” I sensed a degree of precocity in the girl and had an uneasy feeling that it didn’t bode well for me.

“Today, Blondie,” offered Julie, “is Felicity’s thirteenth birthday. Brenda called me earlier and told me that you would be entertaining us tonight, and when I told Felicity she....well, let's just say that it's the most excited I've seen her in a long time. Doesn’t that make you feel special, Blondie?” Everyone giggled with delight and waited for my answer.

“Very special,” I responded sarcastically in a low tone. The girls again laughed, taking pleasure in my misery.

“Can you wish Felicity a happy birthday, Blondie?” interjected Becky.

“Happy birthday,” I managed to mumble.

“Why thank you, Blondie. And I know you are being sincere about that.”

I remember thinking that this girl really spelled trouble.


Staving Off Exposure

“Who needs a beer?” shouted Becky as she headed to the kitchen.

This effectively ended the formal greetings. I stood awkwardly in front of Julie and Felicity for a few moments until Joanna tugged at my hand. Marcia moved closer to Joanna, leaving just enough room for me to squeeze between them as Joanna pulled me down to the couch. There was no question as to who the center of attention would be. The teasing continued unabated.

“Ooh, Blondie, your arms are so nice and smooth,” cooed Marcia as she ran her hand up and down my right arm and bicep. “Joanna, feel Blondie’s arm, it’s so smooth and silky.”

Joanna, without missing a beat, stroked my left arm. “You’re right, Marcia, soft as velvet. Are you this smooth all over, princess?” She reached down to pull up the nightgown, but I managed to fend her off. “Oh, you’re such the bashful one, princess,” she giggled. “Maybe later we can see if you’re this smooth all over.” I cringed, both at the usage of “princess” and the thought of what may lay in store for me. Again she stroked my arm while planting a playful kiss on my cheek. “Whatcha sportin’ down below, princess?” Joanna was on a roll now and there was no stopping her. She put her hand on my waist and felt around for my underwear. “Let me guess, you’re wearing a pretty pair of panties, aren’t you, princess?” Indeed, she was fiddling with the elastic of the panties (notice how I can’t bear to call them my panties) through the nightgown. I squirmed in my seat, hoping to stave her off. Joanna’s grin became wider, and she raised her voice in exultation. “I think he’s wearing panties, girls! Are you, princess? Are you wearing panties? Come on, little sissy-boy, you can tell Auntie Joanna, are you wearing your pretty little panties under there?” Again she motioned to pull up the nightgown, and again I fought her off.

“Please, just leave me alone!” I implored. I was on the verge of tears but managed to hold them back. I certainly didn’t need to give them more ammunition to tease me with.

Brenda interceded, and it was to my detriment. “Why don’t you tell us all what you’re wearing under your nightgown, sweetheart.”

I knew better than to challenge Brenda. There were a few moments of silence, as I had considerable trouble vocalizing the word. “P-panties,” I finally said, very softly.

“I’m sorry, what was that? Speak up, dear, so we can all hear you,” ordered Brenda.

“Panties!” I screamed out, almost defiantly. Laughter was abounding. Joanna pounced on the moment.

“What color are your panties, princess?”

I fidgeted nervously. “Pink.”

“Do you like wearing your pretty pink panties, princess? Are you getting excited?” Joanna was relentless. She tried to reach for my penis, but I pulled her hand away. Everyone was laughing, rollicking at Joanna’s taunting. “Well, do you, princess? Do you get off on wearing your sissy panties?”

“Please, no…”

“Oh, you say no, but you mean yes, don’t you, princess? Say it. Say, ‘I love wearing my pretty pink panties, it makes my little clitty all excited.’ Say it, princess.” The giggling among her cohorts was building toward a crescendo.

“Oh, Joanna, you’re too much!” laughed Cheryl.

I knew there would be no letup until I relented. I took a deep breath and uttered the painful words. “I love wearing my pink panties.” That was all I could muster, and it didn’t satisfy my tormentor.

“They’re ‘pretty’ pink panties, princess," persisted Joanna. Say it, and tell us why you love wearing them.”

I really wanted to cry now. I closed my eyes tightly and said in a quivering voice, “I love wearing my pretty…my pretty pink panties…because it makes my c-clitty…my little clitty… all excited.”

The laughter was more boisterous than ever, and my cheeks were as warm as can be.


Led Away by Julie and Felicity

After the laughter subsided, Julie rose and picked up her bag. “Come with me, Blondie, and we can have you slip into something a little more comfortable.”

I looked up at Becky with a pleading look on my face, somehow hoping she would intervene. “What are you looking at me for, girlfriend? You heard Julie, she wants you to go with her. Now get your little ass up.”

As I got up from the couch I felt a pinch on my rear end. I brushed Joanna’s hand away, catching a glimpse of her devilish grin as I did.

“Felicity, would you like to join us?” asked Julie.

“Indubitably,” Felicity answered with a grin as she jumped from her seat (all too enthusiastically, from my perspective).

Julie laughed, saying, “I assume that means ‘yes.’ ”

Julie put her arm around my shoulder as she led me toward the bedroom, the eager Felicity close behind. “Isn’t she just too smart for her own good, Blondie?” asked Julie. I didn’t answer. I was hardly in the mood to engage in dialogue.

When we reached the hallway, Julie squeezed me closer to her and put her mouth to my left ear, tickling it as she spoke. “Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ll be gentle,” she said in a soft, throaty voice.

The salesgirl and her precocious little sister giggled heartily as they led me to Becky's bedroom, where further humiliation undoubtedly loomed.

[TeenFan]

One of the reasons for liking Blondie stories, coming from the perspective of a story writer, is the impeccable usage of vocabulary.
Each chapter presents several examples of words I realize I should be making use of.

In the book "1984" one of the tools the evil government uses to control the people is by decreasing the number of words in the lexicon.
Each edition of the "official" dictionary has fewer and fewer words in it.
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I like the addition of the "precocious" thirteen year old Felicity. I suspect her enthusiasm for participating in or causing embarrassment for
Blondie will be quite entertaining. She'll act all innocent but will prove to be most beguiling.

[Blondie]

One of the reasons for liking Blondie stories, coming from the perspective of a story writer, is the impeccable usage of vocabulary.
Each chapter presents several examples of words I realize I should be making use of.

In the book "1984" one of the tools the evil government uses to control the people is by decreasing the number of words in the lexicon.
Each edition of the "official" dictionary has fewer and fewer words in it.
_________________

I like the addition of the "precocious" thirteen year old Felicity. I suspect her enthusiasm for participating in or causing embarrassment for
Blondie will be quite entertaining. She'll act all innocent but will prove to be most beguiling.

Thanks, TeenFan. Coming from someone with an astute vocabulary such as yourself, that is appreciated.

I'm glad you enjoy the addition of Felicity. As you will see, she has some creative humiliations in store for Blondie. She has the perceptiveness and intelligence of someone well beyond her years, while also maintaining a childlike personality of someone younger than thirteen, so I was able to have fun with that combination. Felicity is probably my favorite character I've ever employed in any of my stories.

[Blondie]

Chapter 20: Petticoated

A Peek Inside the Panties

Julie led me through the hallway and into Becky’s bedroom with her right arm around my bare shoulders. In her other hand she carried a large Victoria’s Secret tote bag. Felicity, her spunky little sister, followed closely behind. Julie let go of me in the middle of the room and continued walking, laying the bag on the double bed. I remained where I was, still feeling quite shamed in the panties and long nightgown. Felicity stood facing me with a grin on her face, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“Is this where we get to make Blondie get naked?” asked Felicity, without taking her eyes from my face. Her grin widened considerably when she saw the blush and look of dismay on my face.

“You really are something, aren’t you, little sister?” Julie responded with a giggle. “You turn thirteen, have your first beer, and now you want to see your first naked boy.” She paused for effect. “Hang in there, birthday girl, you’ll get your chance.” Julie started going through her bag. “Let’s see now, what have we got in here for our little girlfriend?” I turned my head slowly towards the bed, dreading what I was about to see. My dread was not unfounded. “Ah, here we go. He’ll look just divine in this,” as she pulled out a little girl’s party dress and held it up for us to see. It was baby blue, with a short, wide skirt and short, puffy sleeves. I was aghast as my eyes widened and my mouth opened in horror.

“Oh please,” I pleaded. My body language spoke volumes as I folded my arms across my chest and slumped my shoulders. “I can’t wear that out there. Please…”

“Nonsense, sweetie,” Julie answered cheerfully. “Think about it, you’re at a girl’s party, you’re the center of attention, you look like a little girl…it’s only fitting that you should wear a festive little girl’s party dress.” She draped the dress on a hanger and hung it on the back bedpost, then started sifting through her bag again. I couldn’t take my eyes off the dress, as I was almost awestruck at its significance. The next words from Julie’s mouth diverted my attention. “Felicity, would you like to help Blondie out of his nighty so we can get him dressed?” Julie watched our reactions closely. One was of utter anguish and the other of extreme delight.

“You betcha!” squealed Felicity. She wasted no time. With both hands she reached for the spaghetti straps of the nightgown and pulled them off my shoulders. I retracted, with my arms firmly across my chest.

“Don’t make me come over there, Blondie,” scolded Julie. “If you know what’s good for you…”

“I can handle this, Julie,” interrupted Felicity. She looked up at me sternly with her index finger wagging in my face. “Okay, Blondie. Either you lower your arms and cooperate with me right this instant or I’ll call the girls in here and the seven of us will take off your nightgown, pull down your panties and take turns putting you over our knees and giving you a spanking that you’ll never forget. Then you’ll model your pretty new party dress for us anyway. So it’s your choice: You can play nice and make this easy or you can be obstinate and earn yourself a naked spanking. Either way,” she said as she pointed at the dress, “You’re going to be wearing that dress when it’s all said and done. Now which way would you like it?”

The precocious little thing was a monster. I glanced quickly over at Julie, who was beaming at her younger sister’s performance. I bowed my head and lowered my arms in subjection. “That’s more like it,” said Felicity, thoroughly satisfied with herself. She pulled the straps down my arms and off my fingers. She let go and quickly stepped back, appraising the natural descent of the nightgown as it collected at my ankles. The tips of the fingers of both of her hands sprang to her lips. She was shocked and delighted at the sight of me standing there, smooth legs and all, clad only in a pair of pink panties. She yelped with amusement, as I stood there shamefaced, slumping my shoulders and placing both hands over the front of the panties.

“Well, well, what have we here?” asked Julie rhetorically as she approached me with a demonic grin on her face.

Up until then she had been just a very interested spectator. That was about to change. She kneeled and lifted my feet one at a time to separate me from the nightgown. “My, my, look how pretty your legs are,” she observed as she tossed the nightgown to the side. She ran her fingers up and down my left calf. “Felicity, come feel how smooth Blondie’s legs are.”

Of course, the little fiend didn’t need any further prodding. “Ooh, you’re right, Julie,” she cooed as she stroked my other leg. “They’re so smooth and pretty, like silk.” I wanted to die on the spot; the level of my torment was extreme. Julie stood up and ran her hands across my backside.

“And such pretty, silky panties. Do you like your panties, Blondie?” I didn’t answer. “Go like this, Blondie, I want to see something.” She interlocked her fingers behind her head, with her elbows pointing straight out to the sides. I hesitated, but I knew there was no use resisting. I complied. Julie giggled. “Just as I thought. Not a hair anywhere,” she said as she looked at my armpits. “Stand up straight, and don’t you dare move your hands—I want to see one more thing.” To my chagrin, she pulled the elastic out from the front of the panties and peered in. I detected a smirk and a slight chuckle as she let the elastic snap back. “Well, at least you’ve got some hair.” She walked back toward the bed, laughing aloud.

“I wanna see, I wanna see!” exclaimed Felicity. I drew back my hips as Felicity reached for the elastic. The notion of the thirteen-year-old looking at my private parts against my will was just too much. “Blondie?” she warned with an admonishing look. I stood straight and submitted to the mischievous sprite. I closed my eyes tightly in anguish as I felt the elastic being pulled out. Her hair tickled my stomach. I kept my eyes closed, but the vision of her staring down the panties was fixed in my head. After an agonizingly long time, the elastic snapped back.

“Well, little sister, what did you think?” asked Julie.

“It looks just like Joey’s, except Joey has no hair.”

Julie laughed boisterously and walked over to me, addressing me while looking me in the eyes. “In case you’re wondering, Blondie, Joey’s our little brother. He’s ten.” Both girls laughed uproariously, while I blushed crimson.

“I assume it’s supposed to get bigger as boys get older. Right, Blondie?” Felicity directed the question at me, but I didn’t answer. She knew she had struck a nerve, and she milked it for all it was worth. “How old are you, Blondie?” she persisted. She stared at me, waiting for an answer. I answered, hoping to speed the interaction to a conclusion.

“Sixteen,” I said softly while averting my eyes from her.

“Well, except for the hair, you look like you’re ten, judging from what’s inside your panties.” Both girls laughed again as I turned yet another shade of red.


The Petticoat

“Okay,” proclaimed Julie, “It’s time to get you dressed.” She again started sorting through her bag of tricks. “Ah, here we are,” she said with a look of satisfaction. She pulled out a medium-sized, bluish nylon bag, tied with a string at the top. I looked on with angst as she started untying the string. She continued teasing me as she reached into the bag. “Do you know what it means to be ‘petticoated,’ Blondie?” I didn’t answer. She started pulling out the contents, and I could see it was white and lacy. “Well, it’s an old expression meaning to force a boy into female clothing, usually against his will. In this case, you’re about to be petticoated in the literal sense.” Much to my chagrin, the grinning Julie pulled the garment free from the nylon bag, and a very frilly petticoat came into view, its skirt having expanded considerably after being removed from its confinement. She held it up, and upon noticing my look of consternation, she waltzed over to me, cupped my chin in her hand and said, “Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll look gorgeous in your new finery. Little girls can’t expect to wear their party dress without their petticoat.” She handed the distasteful garment to Felicity. “Here, dear, do you want to do the honors while I find some proper footwear?”

Of course, Felicity was in her glory. She lifted the petticoat above my head and pulled it down my torso, adjusting the shoulder straps. She stepped back and looked me up and down. “Oh, how darling! You must come see, Blondie.” She took me by the hand and led me to the full-length mirror. In the mirror I saw a very red-faced sixteen-year-old boy adorned in a frilly, fluffy, short white petticoat that stuck out about my whole arm’s length to the sides. I looked at myself in disbelief. Julie appeared at my other side.

“Oh, you’re right, he looks adorable,” she agreed. “What do you think, Blondie, are you getting in touch with your feminine side?” I shook my head from side to side and again both girls giggled. “Come, my petticoated one,” said Julie as she led me by the hand towards the bed. “Let’s get your shoes and socks on.”

The petticoat made a swishing sound as I walked, adding to my mortification. She steered me to the bed and patted the mattress, motioning for me to sit. When I did, the front of the petticoat rose up high, which elicited another squeal of delight from Felicity. She ducked her head to peek under the petticoat. I caught myself self-consciously putting my knees together and patting down the front of the petticoat, realizing to my disgust that that’s just what a girl would have done. “What’s the matter, Blondie, don’t you want me to see your panties?” teased Felicity.

“Let’s finish getting you dressed,” laughed Julie as she sat down next to me.

She took my left foot and placed it on her thigh. My humiliation continued as I was being treated like a little girl, unable to dress herself. She pulled a white, lacy anklet over my foot. It was quite like the kind that Becky and Brenda made me wear to the mall on that fateful day I met Julie. “You should feel right at home in these, sweetheart. Here, Felicity,” she said as she handed the other sock to her sister. “Do me a favor and put this on our little friend here while I put on her shoes. I grimaced at hearing Julie refer to me as a “her.”

While Felicity worked the other anklet on my right foot, Julie produced a shiny, black, patent leather pull-on shoe with a buckle. She must have noticed the look of despair on my face. “What’s the matter, princess, don’t you like your Mary Janes? They’re brand new. Becky told me your size, and it looks like they're a perfect fit.” She handed the other shoe to Felicity, who eagerly applied it on my other foot and fastened the buckle. Felicity then grabbed my right hand and pulled me off the bed.

“Let’s go see, Blondie,” she said merrily as she again led me to the full-length mirror. Again, a distraught, red-faced boy in a petticoat stared back at me, only this time he was wearing frilly anklets and little girl shoes. “Stay right here while I go get your dress,” ordered Felicity.


The Little Girls’ Party Dress

I stood transfixed at the dreadful sight. Before I could really take it all in, the exuberant Felicity was pulling the blue party dress over my head. I watched in incredulity as the hem of the dress dropped down, coming to a halt about an inch above the petticoat. I felt the zipper in the back being pulled up. Julie appeared on my left. Now a girl was at either side of me, each grinning from ear to ear at the reflection in the mirror. Julie proceeded to place a large, matching baby-blue bow on my head, pinning it to my hair. She adjusted it so that it stuck out about two inches on either side of my head. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Oh, Blondie!” Julie cried out. “You look absolutely angelic!” Both girls began fiddling with the dress, adjusting the sleeves and the hem of the dress to their liking. I was utterly miserable as I stood there and took in the latest humiliation. But it wasn’t over. “Oh, I almost forgot!” exclaimed Julie as she walked to her bag. “Felicity, do me a favor and take off Blondie’s panties, would you? I’ve got something much more appropriate for a little girl.”


Ruffled Panties

Felicity was all too willing to oblige. I felt violated as she kneeled, reached up my dress (oh my God, I just called it my dress—I mean the dress) and in one swift motion pulled the panties down to my ankles. I involuntarily jumped slightly at the invasion.

After she lifted my foot to pull them off, she unabashedly lifted the front of the petticoat and peeked inside. She then looked up at me and grinned, and I blushed redder again.

Just then I saw the reflection of a new pair of panties being stretched out by Julie above my head. They were very frilly, with ruffles across the rear. “Let’s put your frou-frous on, little girl,” giggled Julie as she kneeled at my feet. I complied subserviently by lifting my feet (hey, what else could I do at this point?), and she pulled the little girlish panties up my legs. When she was done, she playfully gave my balls a little squeeze, causing me to jump and let out a high-pitched squeal. It was like a little girl’s squeal, much to the delight of my tormentors. Julie then turned me around, so my back was facing the mirror. “Turn your head and take a look, sweetie,” Julie directed. I did so, and to my dismay I noticed that a couple of layers of ruffles from the panties showed below the petticoat and dress. I tried pulling the dress down, but it sprang right back up when I let go. “The girls will love your pretty frou-frous, princess.” I winced, realizing that even more of the panties would show as I walked around, not to mention how many layers would be exposed if I bent over. I tried to repel it, but a tiny tear started rolling down my cheek. Julie feigned compassion. “I think she’s shy about showing off her pretty new get-up, Felicity. “Don’t cry, little girl,” she said as she wiped the tear away with her thumb. “They’re going to love your pretty dress. You’ll be a big hit, I promise.” I embarrassed myself even more, as the harder I fought the tears, the more they came.

“Please, don’t make me go out there like this,” I begged. My voice was quivering, my breaths were short, and the tears were streaming now. The sadistic Julie decided that this was a golden opportunity to take me out to the “vultures.”

“Now, now,” she said, as she took my left hand. “I think the best medicine for you is to go out to the party and play with your friends. Felicity, take her other hand.”

“Please, no!” I begged as they opened the door. The two of them clasped each of my hands and tried to lead me through the doorway. I just couldn’t go through with it, and I held back, resisting the tug on my hands.


A Spanking

“All right, that does it, I’ve had just about enough of you, young lady!” Julie yelled at me, as if she was really upset. In retrospect, I think she was looking for an excuse to spank me. She reached over to the dresser and grabbed a hairbrush. “Pull up her petticoat, Felicity.”

“No, please!” I begged. Felicity held up the back of the petticoat.

“Pull down her panties.”

“No! No!”

My pleas just added fuel to their fire as Felicity yanked the panties down to my knees and held the petticoat up my back. I knew that to resist any more would only make matters worse. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Six sharp blows in quick succession from the back of the hairbrush smacked against my ass, three on each cheek. It took a few short seconds for the pain to register, but when it did…man, I’m here to tell you that it throbbed furiously.

“Ow!-Ow!-Ow!-Ow!” I cried as I jumped up and down, cradling my butt cheeks with both hands. The two girls laughed hysterically. I can imagine what a comical sight I must have been, jumping up and down like that, with frilly panties dangling at my knees (actually, I think they fell to my ankles while I was bouncing up and down) and the petticoat and dress raising up and down with each jump.

When the pain finally subsided enough so that I could collect myself, I remember that all three of us had tears in our eyes. I reached down and pulled the panties back up. Julie wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. “Oh, God, Blondie, that was too funny. I’m sorry the girls missed that one. Now, are you ready to come join the party or do we have to discipline you further?” There was silence. “Answer me, Blondie.”

“I…I’m ready,” I replied subserviently.

“That’s a good girl. Now let’s make you more presentable; you’ve gone and made your pretty outfit untidy.” Julie proceeded to adjust the bow on my head, and fiddled with the petticoat, dress, and anklets. She used the hairbrush to straighten my hair, though it was fairly short. Tears were still on my cheeks, and she brushed one away with the front of her index finger. “There, there, sweetheart, everything will be okay,” she teased. “Just think, in just a minute all your friends will get to see how pretty you look. Let’s not keep them waiting any longer, sugar pie.”

Again the two girls took my hands. This time I didn’t resist, and I was led through the hallway in my wretchedness. When we entered the living room—well, I’m sure you can well imagine the uproar. The shrieks of surprise and delight were almost deafening.

“Oh my God!”

“Look at him!”

“He’s a sissy!”

“Oh, shit, this is too much!”

“Look at that pretty little girl’s dress!”

“And that petticoat!”

“And those smooth little girly legs!”

“How adorable!”

“Poor little girl, she’s been crying!”

I can’t really remember who said what, but the scornful comments went on for a while as I stood alone in the middle of the living room, so humiliated that I just stood transfixed, face throbbing with embarrassment, unable to move a muscle. After the noise subsided somewhat, the girls really started having their fun….

* * * * * *

I’ve really gone on much longer than I intended to, and it’s been painful enough, so I’m not going to go into detail of what went on for the next hour or so. Here is a chronicle, though, of what I was made to do while wearing the party dress (it should be noted that twice I was threatened with an over-the-knee, bare-assed spanking when I hesitated to comply):

—Curtsy for each of the girls, lifting each side of the dress and petticoat above my waist.

—Play “Paddy-Cake” with Marcia.

—Do the “Hokey Pokey.”

—Perform “I’m a Little Teapot.”

—Stand in the middle of the room holding up the petticoat while the giggling girls made mocking comments on the panties and my “pretty” legs.

I’m sure you get the picture. My humiliation was extreme. Unfortunately, the night was still young, and the sadistic seven, who were in their glory, had plenty more degradations in store for me. Next time around, when I gather up the courage to give another account, I’ll tell you how I was rendered naked by the precocious, demonic Felicity. I will tell you this much right now: I would take being petticoated over that experience in a heartbeat.

[Blondie]

Chapter 21: Felicity

Alone With a Little Devil

While I was being put through my paces in the awful party dress, I noticed with a bit of trepidation that Julie was reaching for the dreaded bag again. “Come with me, Blondie,” she instructed as she headed for the hallway leading to Becky’s bedroom. “Care to join us again, Felicity?” I winced; my humiliation was bad enough, but somehow this precocious thirteen-year-old’s involvement added an extra edge to it.

“Yes, I’d love to,” the little imp responded. “But Julie, can I ask you for a favor?”

“What’s that?” wondered Julie, with a look of curiosity on her face.

“Um… if you could offer me this boon for my birthday…I’d really like to take Blondie back there by myself.” I stiffened noticeably, which wasn’t lost on the girls. “That way Blondie and I can get more acquainted with each other,” she teased while staring me down with a sly grin.

“Why, you little devil, you,” laughed Julie. “Well, sure, you can have your little birthday ‘boon,’ as you called it. I don’t know where you come up with these words. I think Blondie would love to have you all to himself. Wouldn’t you, Blondie?” I just stood there with a wretched look on my face. Everyone giggled. “Oh yes, Blondie is just delighted. Now toddle along, you two. And take your time, enjoy yourselves.” More giggles. “And Blondie, I’m warning you: We’d better not hear anything about you being uncooperative. It’s Felicity’s birthday, and you’re to do anything she tells you.”

“Come with me, Blondie,” said Felicity eagerly as she took me by the hand. She took the bag from Julie with her free hand and led me down the hallway.

The next hour would prove to be nearly unbearable.

* * * * * *

Felicity wasted no time once we entered the bedroom. She laid the bag on the bed and patted an area next to the bag, motioning for me to sit. “Okay, Blondie, let’s get you undressed. Have a seat up here.”

With extreme apprehension at what lay in store for me, I sat on the bed. My feet dangled above the floor, which facilitated the removal of my shoes. The devilish Felicity kneeled on the floor and began the process by unbuckling the shoes. She spoke to me while she went about her task. “Isn’t this great, Blondie, just the two of us? It’ll really give us a chance to get to know each other, don’t you think?” I remained silent. The last thing I felt like doing during this godawful experience was engaging in conversation with this fiend. But she had other ideas. She stood up and pointed her index finger at my face. “Now listen, Blondie, when I speak to you I expect the courtesy of a response. In case you haven’t noticed, there are two of us in this room, and I don’t plan on carrying on a monologue.”

Oh, this is really going to be hell.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand,” I said sullenly without looking at her.

She kneeled back down and went to work on the shoes and socks. She picked up right where she left off. “So, tell me a little bit about yourself.” Both shoes were off now, and she deliberately began rolling one of the anklets down my foot.

“Uh…uh…what do you want to know?” I couldn’t believe I had to carry on the dialogue while being methodically stripped by a girl three years my junior.

“Oh, you know, what are your likes? Your dislikes? Pretty soon I’m going to be quite familiar with what you’ve got on the outside; I’d like to get to know you on the inside.” She giggled to herself. One sock was removed, and she started working on the other one. I was miserable. I pushed myself to do her bidding.

“Um, I like sports. I like to play basket…please, I can’t do this.”

She persisted. “What kind of music do you like?” I was barefoot now, and she took my hand to pull me up. “Stand up, let’s get your dress off.” I stood up and felt her hand working the zipper down from the back of my neck. “Answer me, Blondie.”

“I like…rock and roll.”

“Oh, me, too! See, we have something in common. Do you like to dance?” The zipper was all the way down now. “Hold your arms up.” I raised my arms above my head, and she slowly started pulling the dress up. “Keep talking to me. Do you like to dance?”

“No, not really,” I replied despondently. I really didn't like where she was going with this.

“That’s too bad. I’d love to see you dance for us in one of Julie’s outfits. It’s my birthday—do you think you can dance for me tonight?” The prospect horrified me, but I had to be cooperative.

“We’ll see,” I said.

“Oh, that will be a treat," she said while clapping her hands together. "I’ll bet you’re a good dancer.” She paused and took in the wretched expression on my face, which only egged her on. "Maybe we can take all your clothes off and you can perform a naked dance for me," she said excitedly.

I couldn't think of anything more humiliating. "No, please....." I said, my voice trailing off.

"Oh, Blondie, I'm going to have so much fun with you," she said. "This is the best birthday present ever!" She pulled the dress completely off and left me standing there in the petticoat. She stepped in front of me and gazed at me, grinning widely. “How delightful.” I started blushing again; my embarrassment increased as each article of clothing was removed. Putting both hands on my shoulders, she eased the straps of the petticoat down my biceps, starting its leisurely descent. “Tell me about your experience with my sister in her store at the mall.”

“W-what do you want to know?” I was stalling. I really didn’t want to relive that humiliation, especially under those circumstances.

“Everything,” she answered fervently. “I’ve heard the story from Julie, but it would mean so much more coming from you.” The petticoat was now at my waist, leaving me bare-chested. Felicity kneeled to continue with matters at hand. She looked up at me expectantly, urging me to comply. I looked down to see the garment being pulled further down, exposing the frilly panties. Felicity had an impassioned look on her face; she was having the time of her young life.

“Um…well…um…they made me…”

”Who made you?” she interrupted.

“B-Becky and Brenda…they made me go to Victoria’s Sec…please, you know the story.” The petticoat was now bundled at my feet, its expanse of lace rising halfway up my shins. I folded both hands over the crotch of the panties; I felt my modesty being severely threatened.

“Continue!”

“Th-they made me try on different stuff.” I had trouble continuing the charade.

Felicity was lifting one of my legs up and out of the petticoat. “Tell me more, sweetie. Tell me what they made you try on.”

“A t-teddy…then a bra and p-p…” I couldn’t say the word. At that moment, the petticoat was being pulled off my other leg, leaving me standing there in…yes, a pair of panties.

As Felicity stood up, she prodded me on. “Go ahead, you tried on a bra and…?” She tossed the petticoat on the bed and stood back and grinned wickedly at me.

“Panties,” I said, very quietly.

“Yes! Julie told me you looked quite darling, just like you do now. She said your face was fire engine red. Does your face feel as hot now as it did then, Blondie?” She was the devil in disguise.

“Yes,” I answered as I looked at the floor, shamefaced.

“Go like this.” She made two fists and put both hands on her hips, elbows pointing to the sides. I grudgingly followed suit. With a lecherous grin, she slowly did a three-sixty around me, ogling my pantied state. Somehow I turned yet a deeper shade of red while enduring the excruciating torment. “Oh, Blondie, you look so delectable in your frilly little panties. But I’m afraid we’re going to have to take them off before I have you model your next outfit.” She reached for the waistband of the panties, studying me intently. She got the reaction she wished for as I involuntarily retracted my hips, eliciting a knowing smile from her lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I forgot how much you love your pretty panties. Well, there’s no hurry, you can contemplate your situation for a while. In the meantime, let’s find you something to wear.” She opened the bag and sorted through it. “You know, this is a slumber party, and you really should be dressed accordingly. Maybe a pair of pajamas is appropriate. We’ll call it a pajama party.” Felicity proceeded to pull out a very feminine pair of silky, peach-colored pajamas. She held them up for me to see. “Would you like to wear these, sweetie?” I didn’t show much reaction—though, all things considered, it wouldn’t have been so bad. At least they offered a lot of coverage.

“They’re okay,” I replied.

“Or how about this?” She pulled out a scanty, pink, nylon babydoll and held it up to me. I observed uneasily that it would barely cover my genitals. Felicity sensed my apprehension; she was perceptive beyond her years. “Okay, I’ll give you the choice: the pjs or the babydoll. You pick.”

I didn’t hesitate. “The pjs.”

I should have known better than to expect any compassion from the little monster. “Oh, you silly boy,” she laughed as she returned the pajamas to the bag. “You’re quite the shy one, aren’t you? We don’t want to hide those pretty girlish legs from all your guests, now, do we?” She giggled to herself.


Taking Down the Panties

“Now, it’s time to relieve you of your panties. Hmm, how shall we accomplish this? Shall I take them down, or would you like to do it yourself?”

In retrospect, I should have just ripped the damn things off right on the spot, thus avoiding further anguish. But the idea of being naked in front of this girl was more than I could handle at the time. I was hoping beyond hope to somehow avoid the humiliation. “Please…” I pleaded.

“I get the distinct impression that you don’t want me to see you naked, Blondie.” Felicity glared at me with a menacing smile. I didn’t respond. “Why is that, Blondie?” Again, I didn’t answer. That didn’t slow her down; she was thriving now, thoroughly enjoying my anguish. “What’s the big deal? I’ve already looked down your panties and saw your little thingy, remember? I told you it looked just like my little brother Joey’s, except you have hair.” I was blushing crimson now, and she went in for the kill. “And the more you blush, the more fun I have. Why is that, Blondie?”

“Because you’re a fucking bitch!” I screamed at her without thinking.

Her face remained impassive, but I knew I’d made a big mistake. “You’ll be sorry you said that, Blondie. I’ll deal with your punishment before we go back out there, but for now I can tell you that if there are any more outbursts then I’ll have to inform the girls that you’re not cooperating. Would you like me to do that, Blondie?”

“No.”

Just then the doorbell rang. Oh, no! Who could that be?

Felicity didn’t miss the look of dismay on my face. “Oh boy, Blondie, it looks like you might have another visitor. We’d best get these panties off now and get you ready.” With that she pulled out a stool from near the dresser and set it in the middle of the room. “Step up here, sweetie, so I won’t have to bend down.” At this point I knew I had no recourse. I climbed up on the stool, facing my antagonist. Her face was level with the my mid-section. My hands were covering the small bulge in the panties. My feeling of vulnerability was extreme.

Felicity grasped the hem on each side with her fingers, and held them there, teasing me. “It’s time, Blondie; it’s the moment we’ve been waiting for. Isn’t this fun?” I had no answer. “I’m doing all the talking now, Blondie, and I don’t appreciate it. Now ask me very nicely to take down your panties.”

I was wallowing in my state of wretchedness. Somehow I managed to spit out the words. “Would you please take down my panties?”

“Why certainly, sweetheart,” she replied with pleasure in her voice. “Would you kindly put your hands behind your head so I can do that for you?” Defeated, I interlocked my fingers behind my head. My sense of dread was extreme. Felicity looked me up and down, grinning freely. She was ready to do the dirty deed. “Okay, here we go, are you ready? On three: One… two…” Then she stopped and stepped back. “I just had a wonderful idea, Blondie. It’s my birthday, right?” I nodded glumly. “Think about it: You’re just about to be in your birthday suit, right?” Again I nodded, apprehensively preparing for whatever might be coming out of her mouth next. “If you could sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me while your panties are coming down it would make the moment really special for me. Will you do that for me, Blondie?” I nodded resignedly. What else could I do? “Okay, whenever you’re ready…” She approached me and again had her fingers on the hems of the panties. She looked up at me with anticipation. There was no sense in delaying the inevitable. I closed my eyes tightly and began to sing.

♬“Happy birthday to you.”♬ I felt the panties begin their inexorable descent.

“A little slower!” I could tell by the excitement in her voice that she was really getting caught up in the moment.

♬“Happy birthday to you.”♬ The panties were now slipping past my penis. I heard Felicity giggle with delight. It was all I could do to keep my hands on my head.

♬“Happy birthday, dear Felicity...”♬ The panties were at my knees, beyond the point of return. I opened my eyes to a squint and looked down at a girl who was nearly beside herself in youthful, jubilant ecstasy.

♬“Happy birthday to you.”♬ The panties were at my ankles. Felicity stepped back and fervently clapped her hands with glee.

“Bravo, Blondie! Bravo!”

Just then the door opened, and Becky poked her head in. Her jaw dropped in astonishment at the unusual sight. “Oh my GOD! Blondie, what is Felicity doing to you?!” she exclaimed. Then, when the scene kicked in for her, her hands were at her mouth, and she was overtaken by convulsive laughter. I could hold back no more, and I bent over from the waist, my elbows squeezing my sides and my hands clasped tightly over my crotch. I couldn’t imagine being more embarrassed than I was at that moment. My sister kept on laughing, unable to speak. Felicity had a triumphant grin on her face, quite proud of herself for creating such a spectacle.

Finally, after her laughter subsided enough so that she could articulate, Becky said, “I just thought I’d let you know, Mitch is here. He can’t wait to see you, Blondie.” She paused to take in the horrified look on my face. She smiled and addressed Felicity. “Take your time, birthday girl; don’t let us spoil your fun.” With that she closed the door. Her laughter echoed throughout the hallway. Undoubtedly she was quite anxious to relay to her cohorts the comical scene she had just witnessed.

But I had much bigger concerns. I was, for all intents and purposes naked, and at the mercy of a thirteen-year-old girl who was cunning beyond her years, and seemed hellbent on humiliating me by any means at her disposal.