A Midsummer's Daydream, Part 4C
By David
daphnesecretgarden@yahoo.com

copyright 2002 by David, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Chapter Thirty-Two   The Fairy Maid's Ordeal

As we came down the stairs my heart rate quickened and my
hands shook with fear.  I could hear voices, feminine voices
to be sure, young and old, excitedly laughing and chitchatting
and carrying on.  My mind raced as I tried to imagine who was
in there, but at the same time I didn't ever want to find out,
not for love nor money!  No matter.  My fate was no longer in
my hands.  In a matter of seconds life would take on new
meaning.

"Get along, slowpoke." Nana prodded me as we got to the bottom
step.  "I swear, you're slower than molasses in the
wintertime!"

I was dying inside.  I glanced down through teary eyes at
myself and felt my face burning bright red.  There was that
stupid apron, my bare butt and legs ... and those girlie
shoes.  How did I ever get into this predicament?  I wasn't
supposed to look like this!!!  I mean, I didn't look anything
at all like a twelve year old boy.  I should have been wearing
a coat and tie to meet my grandmother's friends, not my
birthday suit and fairy wings!  Oh, gosh, how I did NOT want
anybody to see me this way!  How could my Nana do this to me?

"Remember, big smiles," my grandmother whispered as we
approached the living room door.  "Big smiles and happy
thoughts."

Nana pushed me into the room and my ears roared with the sound
of blood rushing through my head.

Oh, gosh!  You can't imagine how awful I felt.  I mean, come
on people!  Imagine being twelve years old, practically naked
and about to face a room filled with females!  I was so
scared, so mortified, I thought I was going to faint.  I tried
to delay the inevitable by staring straight ahead, forcing
myself to NOT look at our guests as I made as quiet and meek
an entrance as possible.  

"If I don't see you, you can't see me," I kept repeating to
myself as I stumbled blindly before my grandmother.  "If I
don't see you, you can't see me!"

Unfortunately, Nana figured what I was doing and she thwarted
me by grabbing me none too gently by both ears, turning my
head and forcing me to face my audience.  At last I could see
who it was, and to my surprise and bewilderment it wasn't as
bad as I'd anticipated.  

It was worse.  Much, MUCH worse.

Imagine my reaction when in addition to the gaggle of girls I
expected, I found myself facing a handful of very creepy
ladies, many of them done up in their Sunday best, all of them
staring right at me!  

"Oh, gosh," I thought to myself.  "Nana pulled a fast one on
me this time.  Why me???"  

At least now I knew where Sheila and Pam got their mean
streak!

For a moment I wished I could have gotten into a time machine. 
You know the feeling, I'm sure, where you want to go back in
time and change some decision or right some wrong.  My problem
was, I'd made so many mistakes in the past few days I didn't
know where to begin!  At the moment I wished I hadn't been
born.

I blinked in a moment of disbelief.   There must have been
nearly a dozen little girls staring at me, including Emma and
Janie and their gang, along with Whitney and Lindsey and a
couple I didn't recognize.  Most were about nine or ten years
old, maybe a little younger.  I felt so naked, standing there
amidst all those girls in their  shorts and summer play
dresses, some in frillier, fancier dresses with ribbons in
their hair and little purses in their hands and shiny shoes on
their feet.  A few were even holding dolls.  And like their
older counterparts, they were all staring right at me! 
Nauseous with fear, I wondered what my father would think if
he could see me right then and there.

There were also several older girls, you know, Samantha and
Becky, along with at least two other girls about my age.  The
looks on the new faces were a mixture of astonishment and
great curiosity.  I was especially concerned when I noticed
their eyes checking out my skimpy apron and bare butt.  I
couldn't have felt more ashamed if I tried!

"Look, he ain't got any clothes on!" a soft voice exclaimed.

"Omigosh!  You're right!  He doesn't!!!  He doesn't have any
clothes on!!!"
 
"Aw, he's crying.  Poor li'l thing."

"He ain't little!  He's big as my big brother!  He's the
biggest fairy I've ever seen!"

"I bet he's the biggest fairy in the world!"

A tidal wave of giggles swept over me as I wiped the tears
from my eyes.  This was unbearable!  Believe me, I really
wanted to run away and hide, but, unfortunately, there was no
place for me to go. 

After all I'd been through, you'd think I'd have been used to
that by then.  The reality of it was I was in shock.  
It was like I was trapped in a really, really bad dream.  I
felt drunk and everything was in slow motion and I couldn't
make it stop.  

"Oh, please, somebody just shoot me ...." I prayed silently.

Nana was saying something to our guests.  I don't know what. 
I was too busy trying to see who all was watching me.  While I
didn't know the names of all the older ladies in the room, I
recognized most of them from Nana and Aunt Margaret's circle
of friends.  Some were from either church or the flower club
while others were from Nana's gin rummy group.  A few were
parents or grandparents of kids I knew.  To my horror,
everyone knew me, some quite well, and everybody had something
to say about my appearance.

"Hello, curly top!" greeted Mrs. Johnston.

"Oh, look, it's Nana's other granddaughter!" said Mrs.
Haggard.

"What a little cutie!" cried Mrs. Miller.
 
"Look at that head of hair," someone else called out.  "Is
that a perm?  My goodness!"

You get the idea, I'm sure.

"Well, lookie here," Mrs. Collins called out.  "It's the man
of the hour.  Or maybe I should say the 'fairy' of the hour!"

Oh, gosh!  Not Mrs. Collins!  This was bad.  No, you don't
understand ... Mrs. Collins was Linda and Becky's mom!  If she
was one percent as bad as her daughters I was doomed!  

"Fairy sounds about right," someone else said. "Hello, David. 
You're looking very cute in your little apron.  And I just
love your wings!"

I blinked my eyes.  Oh, geez!!!  That other voice ... that was
Mrs. Blackstone!  Oh, my gosh!  I felt my stomach do a flip-
flop.  Y'see ... Mrs. Blackstone was the mother of Christopher
Blackstone ... yes, you heard me, she was CHRISTOPHER'S MOM!!! 


WHAT THE HECK WAS SHE DOING HERE??!!!

"When your Aunt Margaret told me about your little fairy game,
well, I certainly didn't expect this!"  Mrs. Blackstone said. 
She had a scary smile on her lips, the kind that showed lots
of teeth.  "Of course, Chris didn't mention you at all when he
came home bare naked the other day.  Is this what you boys do
when you think people aren't watching you?"

I cast a gloomy smile and shrugged my shoulders.  What else
could I do?

"That's what I thought."  The mother of my best friend sighed. 
"I think I need to have a long talk with my son.  He's
obviously not the child I thought he was.  I can only imagine
the trouble you two might get into if you were left alone
together for too long."

The smile on Mrs. Blackstone's face was just awful.  I was
doomed!  She was going to blab my ugly secret to her son and
tell him about me playing this stupid fairy maid game. 
Secret?  What secret?  I glanced around the room at all the
people.  After today I wouldn't have any more secrets!

That wasn't my only problem.  Being a typical teenaged boy
(well, almost a teen!) I wanted my friends to think good
thoughts about me.  I thought for an instant about Christopher
and what he'd think of me now.  Things were pretty bad when we
were together, but surely they weren't this bad for him.  I
doubted his folks were as mean to him as my family was to me,
making me wear wings and high heels and wait on people like a
prissy girly maid.  

I glanced over at Mrs. Blackstone as she chatted on and on
about the pictures of her naked son and me.  Oh, gosh ... she
was gonna take all this back to Christopher and he was gonna
know EVERYTHING!!!  How was I ever going to face him again? 
Oh, gosh ... I was beginning to feel really, really ill.

Before I could get my thoughts together and run away or beg
for mercy or something equally useless, Nana poked me in the
back with a sharp fingernail, prodding me toward the middle of
the room.  

"Wake up, li'l fairy.  My goodness, sweetie, don't just stand
there!  Can't you at least say hello to our friends?  After
all, they're here to see you, not me." 

A hard PINCH on my bare butt brought me from that worry to
another.

"Ow!  Nana!"

"Shush!  I thought we had a deal," my grandmother whispered. 
"Am I going to have to spank you right here in front of
everybody?"

"No-o-o-o ...."

"Then get on with it!"

"Um, hello," I mumbled.  I just stood there, tugging my little
bitty apron down against my legs in hopes of keeping anybody
from seeing my private area.  No matter that the rest of my
entire body was in plain view of the whole room, of course!

"Introduce yourself properly, sweetie," urged Nana.  "Like we
practiced a few minutes ago."

I cleared my throat.  I really didn't want to do this, but the
alternative terrified me; for a second I imagined Nana shaving
my head bald and a sick feeling shook up my stomach.  I
renewed my fairy smile and in my best sing-song fairy voice I
made the announcement my grandmother devised for me only a few
minutes before:
  
"Good afternoon, ladies and girls.  I ... I am F-Fairy ...
Fairy D-D-Daphne, your fairy maid today.  Fairy Daphne
welcomes ... welcomes you to her first fairy party."

Introducing myself as "Fairy Daphne" was one of the hardest
things I'd I ever had to do.  Originally I was supposed to say
"Fairy David," but I threw a little fit.  Instead of beating
my butt Nana came up with a different solution.  "Daphne" was
what the girls called me whenever they wanted to make me cry. 
Nana liked that name, and for some reason I thought it was a
good idea.  Rather than using my real name, I mean.

I shot a shy glance up at my grandmother.  I guess I was
hoping she'd put an end to my misery.  I was wrong.

"Don't stop now," Nana ordered.  "You know what to do next."

My eyes burned with shame.  I then did something I never
thought I'd ever do.  Grasping the sides of my apron, I
quickly lifted it up, dipped a bit at the knees and bowed my
head.

In other words, I performed a curtsy.

The final step to my ritual greeting was a song.  It was
pretty simple and most definitely lame, but Nana insisted.

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"David, honey, I don't care what you sing," she said before
dragging me downstairs.  "But it's got to make a good
impression.  How about that sweet little fairy song you sang
for us last night?  That's a cute song and you look adorable
singing it."

I imagined myself in front of all her friends and doing that
stupid dance while singing "I get all my fun from kissing
boys!"  I couldn't believe she actually thought I enjoyed
singing that stupid song!  And do it in front of a bunch of
people? I just couldn't do that!

"No, Nana, not the fairy song!  Please, don't make me sing
that!"

My grandmother made a frowny face.  "You may be right.  We'll
save that one for later.  That's special.  How about you make
something up, I don't care.  As long as it's cheerful ... and
it has the word 'fairy' in it."

"Fairy?"

Nana nodded.  "Oh, and put the word 'kiss' in it, too.  That
ought to make it more fun."

KISS???  It was my turn to make a frowny face.  Yuck!

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I was a nervous wreck as I stood in the middle of my
grandmother's living room, isolated before all those women and
girls.  I had good reason to be that way.  I was about to make
a complete fool of myself, if such a thing was possible!

This was all I had time to come up with, sung to the tune of
"Happy Birthday":

A lovely fairy day to you,
A lovely fairy day to you,
A lovely fairy day everybody,
A lovely fairy day to you!

Fairy kisses to you,
Fairy kisses to you,
Fairy kisses to everybody
Fairy kisses to you!

Pretty bad, huh?  Well, I'm sorry!  Can you imagine being a
twelve year old boy and having to sing such nonsense?  In your
birthday suit???  

Believe me, I was having a bad day!  

I can't remember whether I smiled like I was supposed to.  "As
long as it's cheerful," right?  I remember Nana telling me
afterward that I looked as though I swallowed a sour pickle! 

To say that my actions caused a commotion is an
understatement.   After an eerie silence there was a burst of
laughing and jeering and finger pointing like you would not
believe!  From the way they acted, I figured most of the
females in that room had never seen a fairy maid in action
before.  I know I hadn't!  Well, anyway, thanks to my
grandmother, now they had.

"Ladies, girls, please," Mrs. Johnston put a finger to her
lips, shushing the crowd of giggling women and girl.  "Now
it's our turn, just like we rehearsed.  One, two, three ...."

"... Good afternoon, little fairy!" everyone said in practiced
unison.  

I could have laid down and died right there on the spot!

"Oh, that was just wonderful!" Nana gloated.  "Wasn't that
sweet?  Let's go meet everybody and after that you may serve
snacks."

I felt her hand pushing against my back, right on that tickle
spot above the crack between my bare buttocks.    Frozen with
fear, I resisted at first, my mind racing furiously to find a
way out of this horrible situation.

"Buzz-buzz-buzz," my grandmother whispered in my ear. 
"Remember our deal ... if you don't want a haircut and a butt
whippin', you better straighten up and fly right ... Fairy
Daphne."

I started to say something, but wisdom took hold.  Instead, I
licked my dry lips, forced myself to smile a pleasant smile
... and then stepped forward into the lioness' den.

I couldn't help but blush like crazy as Nana led me around the
room and introduced me to every single one of our guests. 
Like I said before, I already knew them and they all most
definitely knew me.  Some couldn't take their eyes off my
nearly nude body, some covered their faces and peeked at my
nakedness through their fingers.  Everyone was delighted.  The
fact that they were grinning like idiots didn't exactly help
matters.

"Well, hello, David!" one woman said cheerily.  "Oh, I'm sorry
... you prefer Fairy Daphne, don't you?"

Oh, my gosh, it was Agnes Miller, one of my grandmother's
closest friends!  Mrs. Miller was one of those blue-haired
types who hadn't a bit of use for young children, especially
boys.  Almost every time I was around her she either pretended
I didn't exist, or else she treated me like something she
scraped off the bottom of her shoe.  On this occasion,
however, she appeared tickled pink to see me.  It didn't take
a genius to figure why.

Mrs. Miller patted me affectionately on the cheek and said,
"So now you're a fairy maid?  How sweet.  I really like your
little costume.  And your new job.  You'll have to come over
to my house sometime.  I've got plenty of work for you."  I
shivered as her hand lingered down the side of my apron,
lightly caressing my bare hip.  "We could have a good old
time."

To be honest about it, nothing really bad happened to me as I
made my rounds, other than being gawked at by a bunch of girls
and old ladies. There was some chit-chat this and that, you
know, the usual female stuff.  I tried to keep quiet and
hopefully attract little if any attention to myself.  It was
bad enough that I was under constant surveillance by a bunch
of stupid girls and my grandmother's old lady friends.  And I
certainly did not want to spark any further problems.

"Look here, sweetie.  You've got a stain on your little
apron."

I about had a heart attack!  Nice old Mrs. Miller was tugging
at my apron with one hand and spitting on a cloth napkin held
in her other.  Before I could say a word, she dabbed at the
dried semen stain in the middle of my apron.  Rather than
erase the ugly thing, her efforts only made it worse.  

"My goodness, it sure is stubborn," the old lady fussed.

I looked at Nana, then my Aunt Margaret.  They apparently
expected me to say something, but I was helpless with fear.

"Agnes, don't worry about that.  I'll get it out later,"
offered Nana.

"Nonsense.  I enjoy helping out my favorite fairy boy."  Mrs.
Miller dabbed at the napkin with her tongue and resumed
scrubbing the nasty, ever-growing stain.  "I think I got most
of it."

I gasped as Mrs. Miller's hand brushed my erection, the
sensation feeling like an electric shock being applied to my
tender member.  I tried to back away, but my captor pulled the
hem of my apron so hard I was afraid it would rip.  

"Oh, don't be so shy, honey," the smiling woman teased as she
reeled me back within range of her grasp. "I changed your
diapers only a few years ago.  I've probably handled your
little wiener more times than you have."

"Oh, I doubt that," chirped Linda.  Sheila and Pam and some of
the older girls all laughed.

I was appalled, but my grandmother and my aunt both looked
amused.  Neither said a word.  I, on the other hand, was stuck
with a huge, ugly stain that would haunt me the rest of the
day.

As I made my rounds I noticed Christopher's mom sitting alone
on the sofa.  She wasn't smiling or laughing at me, thank
goodness.  In fact, she wasn't looking at me at all.  She was
flipping through some sort of book instead.  

Wait a minute ... a book?  What kinda book is that?  Holy cow
...!  I sure hoped that wasn't what I thought it was ....

It took me a second, but I finally did recognize Aunt
Margaret's photo album.  You know, the one with those pictures
of me and Christopher down at the waterfall?  In our birthday
suits?  Oh, yeah, THOSE pictures ... Mrs. Blackstone was
studying them like she was getting ready for an arithmetic
test.  

Oh, geez!!!  She looked right at me!  Was that a smile or a
frown?  Oh, man, either way it wasn't good.  Not any good at
all!!!

I must have sighed or moaned or something because Nana
suddenly turned toward me and asked, "Are we boring you, my
little fairy?  Perhaps you need something to do.  How about
going to the kitchen and fetching that tray of fruit from the
counter top?  I'm sure everybody would all love some."

Great.  As if I didn't have enough to worry about, now I had
to serve snacks to the "ladies" in my fairy costume!!

I thought about how stupid I looked, not to mention how I
felt.  Did Nana really want me running around naked in front
of her friends like this? Maybe I just wasn't being forceful
enough.

"You think maybe I ought to put on some clothes now?" I said
wistfully.

"I think maybe you ought to mind your own business and just do
as you're told for once," Nana snapped.  "I think maybe I
ought to whip your butt in front of all these people.  I think
maybe you better get to work before you make me mad."

I hung my head in shame.  "I'm sorry, Nana."

"One more outburst like that and I'll get out my clippers," my
grandmother snapped again.

"No, Nana ... Please!"

"Then get going!  And while you're at it, get everybody a cup
of tea, too, fairy boy.  Hurry up, don't dawdle."

It took me a few minutes, but I did as I was told.  Balancing
teacups and crystal bowls and silverware on a tray and manage
my own self in high heels, geez, that was hard work!  My fears
of girls laughing at my naked bottom were quickly replaced by
fears of breaking my grandmother's dishes.  I knew I was the
center of attraction, but I didn't have time for any nonsense.

I actually had real work to do!

"Thank you, sweetheart," my grandmother said, taking a cup of
tea from the tray.  The look on her face was so cheerful, so
happy, it was scary.  "Good job!  You're such a good little
fairy maid.  I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you, Nana," I said in my best happy-fairy voice.  I
doubt I was very successful.

"David is a lot better mannered than the last time I saw him,
Nana," Anita commented as I minced back and forth across the
living room tending to our guests.  "The other day Sheila had
to lay into him with a switch, he was so bad."

"I wasn't bad!" I said bitterly.  "You were the ones who were
bad!  You and that ugly ol' Linda!  You were both mean to me!" 

Anita smiled sweetly at me and batted her eyelashes.  "Don't
even try getting smart with me, li'l fairy.  I'm not the one
who was caught skinnydipping with his little boyfriend,
remember?"

"David's got a boyfriend!" sang a couple of the girls through
mouthfuls of strawberries. "David's got a boyfriend!"

The rest of the girls quickly jumped in:
"David's got a boyfriend!"
"David's got a boyfriend!"
"David's got a boyfriend!"

"Nana!  Make them stop!" I whined.    "Please make them stop!" 

"Why should I?  It's true isn't it?"

"Nana!  Please!"

"David's got a boyfriend!"
"David's got a boyfriend!"
"David's got a boyfriend!"

Biting my lip, I resumed my chores, praying silently for this
nightmare to come to a swift end.  When I got to Samantha I
got an earful.  My former dream girl was almost hateful with
me for putting up with all that teasing.  

"Geez, David, your grandma sure did a job on you.  Your hair
makes you look like you're six years old.  And what's with all
this 'fairy maid' stuff?  Girls' high heels?  Wings???  And
this stupid little apron?  Do you really like wearing all this
stuff?"

I shifted the silver tray in my hands and glanced at Nana, who
gave me a warning look and a nod.  I thought about what she
told me to say and I felt sick.  Nevertheless, I licked my
lips, tugged at the hem of my apron and forced myself to
smile.

"Well, it's not so bad, I guess.  It's," I took a deep breath,
"actually kinda fun."

Samantha's eyes went wide with surprise.  "Fun! You think this
is fun?"

"Oh, sure," I said, not quite convincing myself.  "I like
being   helpful.  I guess."  I took another deep breath. 
"It's fun, isn't it, Nana?"

My grandmother shrugged her shoulders.  "If you say so,
sweetie.  l can remember when you used to think playing 'army'
was fun.  If playing 'fairies' is fun for you, then by means
playing 'fairies' is what you should do."

My stomach felt queasy.  Nana's answer made it sound like all
this was my idea.  Samantha, of course, was quick to pick up
on that.

"I knew it!  You put up the most awful fuss, but you really
love it, don't you, you liar!  My gosh, David, you are such a
little faggot!  I bet you can't wait for some boy to see you
like this so you can hug him and kiss him and love him all
over!  I just hope I'm there to see it!"

"Me, too!  Me, too!" exclaimed another familiar voice.  I
sighed.  Yep, it was Becky.  My day couldn't get any better
than this.

"Oh, David ... er, I mean, Daphne!  I just love your 'fairy
maid' costume!  You look so sweet!  Wow, I never thought about
boys wearing high heels!  How neat is that?!!!"

Becky's mother happened to be sitting nearby, of course.  Mrs.
Collins was amused to see me in my punishment clothes, too,
but her real enjoyment came from seeing her daughter bossing
me around.

Eleven year old Becky pointed at me and clapped her hands. 
"Mama, did you see how pretty David is?  Isn't he adorable?"

"He certainly is, sweetie!" Mrs. Collins nodded. "But I
thought HER name was Fairy Daphne."

"You're right."  Becky said brightly.  "But that's a girl's
name.  I like saying 'David' 'cause I like pretty boys."

Mrs. Collins giggled.  It sounded 
just like Becky giggling.  "Well, he certainly is a pretty
boy, all right," she said with a smile."

"He sure is!" Becky enthused.  "Pretty, pretty David.  My, oh,
my, aren't you a sight!"   

I almost had a heart attack as she flipped up the hem of my
apron, exposing my stiff penis for just an instant.  I
couldn't do a thing about it, not with my hands busy holding a
tray stacked with dishes.  I remember hearing several of the
younger girls squeal with delight. 

"Rebecca Collins!!!" Becky's mom exclaimed.  I was somewhat
surprised to see this adult laughing while she fussed at her
daughter.  "I can't believe you did that!  Leave the poor boy
alone!"

"But, Mama, I'm just having a little fun!"  Becky leaned over
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  "See his thingie sticking
out?  That means he likes being a fairy.  Don't you, David?"

Before I could say anything Linda had to open up her big mouth
again, of course.

"Oh, leave her alone, Mother!  She's not hurting anything or
anybody.  Like the girl said, she's just having a little fun."

"But ... look at the poor boy," Mrs. Collins said with a semi-
sad voice.  "He looks miserable."

"Miserable?!!!"  Linda's eyes went wide and she made fists of
frustration with both hands.  "I'll show you miserable! 
Becky, honey, do you remember the church picnic last year?"

Becky's chubby face lit up and her braces sparkled through her
eager smile.  "I sure do!  That's when I first met my pretty
David!"

 Linda wasn't smiling, however.  "I know, honey.  And do you
remember the first thing he ever said to you?"

Becky's expression changed.  It got darker all of a sudden. 
The smile was gone and for a second she looked like she wanted
to cry.

"Do you?" Linda urged.  "He called you something, remember?  A
bad name."

Becky nodded.

"What did he call you?"

Becky shook her head.

"I don't wanna say.  It was mean!"

Linda turned to me.  "It sure was mean.  Okay, David, I know
you remember what it was.  I heard you call her that very same
name at Sunday school last week.  Would you care to repeat it
for my mother to hear?  While you're at it, tough guy, say it
loud enough for everybody to hear."

I thought I was going to choke, my throat was so constricted.

"I ... I-I'd rather not," I stammered.

"Do it!" Linda's voice was an order this time.  She stepped in
close and whispered.  "Do it or else I'll get Pam to show
pictures of you playing kissy-face with your fairy
boyfriends!"

For a second I panicked!  I'd forgotten about those stupid
pictures of me with Christopher and Brandon.  I could only
imagine how my grandmother  and my aunt would react to seeing
a photograph of me mouth-to-mouth with another boy.  My eyes
watered as I looked around the room.  Every face was turned
toward me, every eye locked on me.  Even Nana.  She raised an
eyebrow and nodded.  I had no choice.

"I ... um, I called her ..." I coughed and cleared my throat. 
"I called her ... 'Fatty Fatso' ...."

Linda flicked me on the ear hard enough to make me cry "ow!"

"What's that?  Speak up, David.  Not everybody heard you ...
David!"

It was all true.  Remember how in my earlier descriptions of
Becky I said she was fat ... well, fat and ugly?  And, uh, how
I'd teased her and stuff?  Hey, I didn't do anything any other
boy my age didn't do.  I mean, the way I saw it, if you were
chubby and wore glasses and had braces, you had it coming to
you.  Right?

Well, rest assured, it all came back to haunt me that awful
afternoon.  All of it.  With dividends.  Linda grilled me
until I confessed to how I'd teased and tormented and bullied
her little sister from the first summer I met them up until
... well, until I got caught with my pants down at the
waterfall.  

The reaction to my confession didn't help my personal
situation at all.  Whereas only a few moments earlier I was
surrounded by smiling, laughing faces, I attracted only scowls
and frowns.  I didn't dare make eye contact with anybody. 
Just about every person in the room was giving me the look of
death.  

Even Nana, my own grandmother, was visibly upset and I won't
even bother to describe the look of disgust on Mrs. Collins'
face.  Above all else, Becky looked like she was ready to cry. 
The perky, grinning mouth trembled and her pale blue eyes
watered ... I have to admit, despite everything that was
happening to me, I felt like dirt for making her feel so bad.  

The only person in the room who smiled was Becky's older
sister, Linda.  I felt so small as my interrogator continued
her accusations, poking me in the chest with each remark and
looking as though she having the time of her life.

"You liked making my little sister cry, didn't you, fairy
boy?"

My tormentor feinted a slap to my face, scaring the crap out
of me and making me cry without even touching me.  My arms
were so tired from holding the tray of dishes.  I couldn't put
it down, I couldn't protect myself, I couldn't run away ... 
It was worse than  if they'd been bound behind my back.

"But I didn't mean it!  I promise!" I whispered.

Linda sniffed.  "You didn't mean it? How many names didn't you
mean to call my little sister?  Speak up, Fairy Daphne!"

I remember looking down at my feet.  The big white bow on the
toe of my borrowed shoes looked so alien to me.  

"Speak up!  Share some of the other names you called my little
sister!"

I squirmed as I tried to think.  "Um, well ... there was, um,
Fatty Fatso, Big Butt Becky ... Stinky Becky ... Metal Mouth
... Four Eyes ... Blind-as-a-Bat Becky ...."

And the list would have gone on if Linda had not stopped me. 
"Becky, how did you like it when David called you those bad
names."

"I didn't.  He was being mean and he made me cry."  Becky
pouted pitifully, drawing sympathy from the rest of our
guests.  "I didn't like him very much back then.  He was mean
to me all the time!"

Well, you get the picture.  I wasn't a bad kid.  Just a
typical one.  Or so I thought.  Apparently I was mistaken.  By
the time Linda got through cross-examining me, you'd have
thought I'd shot Lincoln or molested the family cat.  An image
of comic sympathy only a few minutes before, I was now looked
on as deserving everything that I got ... and more!

Mrs. Collins stared at me so hard I thought I'd catch on fire
from the anger.  When she spoke her voice was cold, scratchy
and trembling.

"I cannot believe this!  I knew there was some teasing going
on, but I didn't realize it was that bad.  You don't get any
slack from me, young man.  I hope you enjoy getting teased as
much as you enjoyed teasing my poor Becky."

I nodded.  "I'm sorry ... M-Mrs. C-C-Collins ...."

Nana took this chance to jump in the fray.  "You better be
sorry!  You owe Mrs. Collins and especially poor little Becky
a lot more than a simple 'I'm sorry!'  You and I are going to
have a serious talk when all this is over, young man!"

Becky's mom was still pretty fired up, but Linda was able to
quiet her down.  

"I don't think you have much to worry about, Mother." Linda
grinned.   "And that's my point.  Sis, tell everybody how
scared you are of  big bad David now."

Becky's plump face burst into a bright smile.  "Oh, I ain't
scared of him any at all.  Not since he turned into a fairy. 
He's lots of fun now!  I just love fairies!"

The room rippled with approving laughter and giggles.  I felt
overcome by a queer mixture of relief and dread.

"Tell me what you told me last night."

Becky looked from her mom to me.  "I love him.  I love him,
and when I'm old enough I'm gonna marry him!"

That sparked another wave of chuckles around the room,
especially among the adult women.  Mrs. Collins and Nana both
looked especially amused.

Linda, unfortunately, wasn't done with me.

"And tell everybody what happens if David does something you
don't like?"

Becky giggled.  "I spank him on his bare butt, that's what!"

Again, the room filled with laughter.  Linda gave me a smile
that chilled me to the bone.  "Show us," she said to her
sister.

I felt dizzy all of a sudden.  Like I was in the middle of a
light drunk.  I watched in slow motion as somebody handed
Becky a ping-pong paddle -- where the heck did that come from?
-- and I remember being told to set down my tray.  I then had
to bend over and put my hands on my knees.  Right there in
front of everybody in that darned room!!!

Oh, gosh   why me  .?

Becky walked up, gave me a kiss on the nose and then
cheerfully stepped around behind me.  The next thing I knew
she laid into me with that darned paddle.  Right there in
front of all those people!  I begged and cried like a little
baby.  I was so far gone all I wanted to do was get through
the next few minutes without humiliating myself too much. 
Needless to say, I failed miserably.

WHACK!!!  WHAPPP!!!!  SLAPP!!!!! SMACK!!!!!

"See, Mommy!  I'm spanking a boy!" Becky bragged proudly.

I strained through my tears to see Mrs. Collins grinning.  "I
see, honey.  And you're doing a good job, too!"

SMACK!!! SLAPP!!!!  WHAPPP!!!!!!  WHACK!!!!!! 

"Ow, Becky," I hollered.  "That hurts!!!  It hurts really --
OW!! -- bad!"

"Good," she replied.  "It's supposed to hurt."

As hard as I tried, I couldn't stop crying.  "Please, stop ...
you're hurting me ... I'm sorry ...."

WHACK!!!  WHAPPP!!!!  SLAPP!!!!! SMACK!!!!!

Becky giggled.  "Not as sorry as you're gonna be.  Just wait
'til we're married.  I'll get to do this every day!"

"Sounds like she's been paying attention," quipped my Aunt
Margaret.

Becky didn't spank me too long.  Just enough to reduce me to
tears and get me to whimper a little bit.  She didn't hold
back any at all, either, putting all of her strength into each
blow.  Afterward I would see pink and red blotches on my
buttcheeks.  

Well, as embarrassing -- er, go ahead and make that
"humiliating" -- as that was, letting Becky beat my butt
probably did more to lighten the atmosphere in the room than
anything I could have done or said.  Nobody forgot what a
meanie I'd been, but they sure had a good laugh seeing my butt
turn red.  

Seeing her youngest daughter happy and unintimidated did a lot
to defuse Mrs. Collins' anger.  Nana even smiled at me, though
I suspected she would have more to say on the matter behind
closed doors.  

"Well, if you two do get married," Nana mused, "there won't be
any doubt about who'll wear the pants in your family."

Mrs. Collins laughed so hard she spilled her coffee.

After it was all over I was given a tissue and told to blow my
nose.

"When you're done be sure and wash your hands," my grandmother
told me.  "You still have guests to serve, you know."

Sniffing back my runny nose, I nodded.  "Yes, Nana."


Chapter Thirty-Three   An Unexpected Pleasure!

I was in the middle of serving strawberries to the older
ladies when the doorbell rang.

Nana called me over, a huge smile decorating her face. 

"Oh, good, it sounds like the rest of our guests are finally
arriving."  She winked at me and nodded toward the door.  "I
was afraid everybody was going to be late.  David, honey, go
let them in while I run to the kitchen."

"What ... What about this?" I held out the silver tray holding
several crystal bowls of strawberries and whipped cream.

The doorbell rang again.

"Hurry, sweetheart!  Don't keep them waiting!"

I looked around the room.  There were more than a dozen
people, most of who were watching me as they chatted and
sipped their tea. 

"Nana ... who ... who else are you expecting?"

"Don't waste time with stupid questions.  Go let them in,
David, while I go make coffee.  Don't just stand there, hop to
it!"

I watched in horror as my grandmother headed for the kitchen. 
I then looked to Mrs. Johnston, who was tending to her twin
daughters.  

"Go answer the door, li'l fairy," the smiling woman chided. 
"We're not going anywhere."

"We ain't going nowhere!" exclaimed Lindsey -- or was it
Whitney?  "We like watching you too much!"

Feeling sick to my stomach, I carefully clip-clopped toward
the front door in my borrowed high heels, terrified at what
lay before me.  I was almost to the front door when I stopped
at the full-length antique mirror where Nana and Aunt always
checked themselves before going out.  There I saw a red-faced
boy, barely dressed in lace and gauze and exposed for the
entire world to see and touch.  From my disheveled mop of
curls to my tear-filled eyes to my plump pink bottom and that
skimpy, stupid apron, I was a sad, pitiful mess!  

I remember hearing the doorbell ring again and the sound of
cheerful feminine voices chirping away on the other side of
the door.  I also remember thinking how this was far worse
than any dream -- or nightmare -- I'd ever had.

"David!"  I looked over my shoulder to see Nana standing at
the far end of the hall.  "Don't be rude!  Answer that door! 
NOW!!  You've work to do!"

"Not like this, Nana!" I whined.

The glare from her face almost knocked me off my feet.

"Do you remember our conversation earlier this afternoon?  Do
I need to get my clippers?"

I sighed.  "No, ma'am."

Three times I answered the door, and three times I had to say
that silly introduction, word for word, all smiles and with a
happy tone of voice.  Nana insisted.  

The first was for Aunt Margaret and Sheila and Pam.  It turned
out they were running late 'cause they had to go by the store
for some ice cream.  I was grateful to see they hadn't brought
anybody back with them.

"Good afternoon.  I ... I am Fairy Daphne, your fairy maid
today.  Fairy Daphne  welcomes you to her first fairy party."

"Good afternoon, Fairy Daphne."  The grin on my Aunt
Margaret's face cut me like a knife.  "You're looking awful
pretty."

Funny ... after all I'd been through I felt pretty awful!

"Don't forget your little song, honey," my grandmother
prompted me.

"But, Nana ...."

"Do it!"

I felt sick as I cleared my throat and licked my dry lips.

"A lovely fairy day to you,
A lovely fairy day to you,
A lovely fairy day everybody,
A lovely fairy day to you!"

"Holy cow," murmured Sheila.

"Shush!" Nana fussed.  "He's not done!"

"Fairy kisses to you,
Fairy kisses to you,
Fairy kisses to everybody
Fairy kisses to you!"

There was a moment of silence during which I wished myself
invisible.

"Oh ...!  My ...!  God!!!" Sheila exclaimed.  "This is to-o-o-
o-o perfect!  Mother, I can't believe you guys did this!  The
little brat actually looks pretty!  This is just too per-r-r-
rfect!"

"Don't blame me," said her mother.  "I was at church with you
two.  This is entirely your grandmother's doing."

Pam grinned like a little kid.  "Nana did this?  I can't
believe it!  What about it, Fairy Daphne?  I bet that kissy
song was YOUR idea, you little faggot!"

"And those girlie curls, too!" added Sheila.

"They were not!" I said sourly.  "Nana did that.  She made me
... I just ... I just do what I'm told!"

"Now, that's not entirely true.  I can take credit for his
hairdo, but Fairy Daphne made up the song, all by himself,"
Nana said proudly.  "Didn't take him but a minute."

The girls giggled to hear that.  Talk about something to brag
about!

"Fairy Daphne.  How cute."  My cousin Sheila giggled.  "I
thought you hated being called 'Daphne'?"

I swallowed as I glanced at my grandmother.  "No ... I don't
mind.  I ... I kinda like it."

Nana's face beamed with approval.

"At least you know your name, Fairy Daphne!" Pam said
brightly.  "Listen, Fairy Daphne, a couple of my girlfriends
from school will be here in a little bit.  Be on your best
behavior, or else!  I can't wait to see their reaction when
you sing that fruity song.  Fairy Daphne ... oh, boy!  This is
great!!!" 

"Not for me, it isn't," I whispered.

The second time I answered the door, sure enough, it was for
Sheila and Pam's friends.  There I stood, bare-bottomed and
red-faced before a handful of older teenaged girls, all of
whom were thrilled to see me in my goofy fairy maid costume.  

"Good afternoon.  I ... I am Fairy D-D-Daphne, your fairy maid
... maid t-t-today," I said nervously.  "Fairy Daphne welcomes
you to her first ... her first fairy party."

"Oh, my, aren't you the sweet one," one of the older girls
teased as I directed them toward the living room.  "Is that
all you're wearing?  An apron?  How old are you, honey?"

I licked my lips.  Why were they so dry?  Was I getting sick?

"Um, I'm twelve," I croaked.

"Twelve?" A second girl shook her head.  "She doesn't look a
day over ten.  And how come her bare bottom is showing?  Is
she wearing anything under that apron?"

"He," corrected the first girl.  

"Huh?"

The first girl -- Tina, as I later heard her called -- tugged
on one of the tube curls framing my blushing face.  

"This little fairy is a boy, not a girl.  It's David. 
Remember?  Sheila and Pam's bratty little cousin?"

The second girl -- Barbie or Bobbi, I never found out exactly
which -- put her hand to her mouth and laughed.  

"Their cousin? David ...?  DAVID???  Oh, my gosh, it is him! 
I would have never guess, what with all those curls ...."  She
stepped around my side, looked me up and down and giggled like
a schoolgirl.  "Oh, look, Tina!  I bet he's naked under his
little apron!  What's up with that?"

"Oh, it's some sort of hazing thing," a third girl said, her
eyes locked on mine.  "You know, like an initiation?"

"Initiation into what?  The little sissy fairy club?"  Tina
threw me a wink and blew a quick kiss.  "Such a cute little
fairy.  I bet you'd get along just great with my faggot little
brother!  I'd love to see him wearing wings and frilly shoes
and waiting on a bunch of girls!"

"Don't forget your song," my cousin Sheila interrupted.  She
pushed me toward the girls and giggled.  "You guys are going
to love this!  Sing, fairy boy!"

I felt my face burn bright red as all eyes turned in my
direction.

"Do I have to ...?"

"Sing the silly song, Fairy Daphne!" yelled little Janie.  She
and the other girls had gathered in the hall to see what was
going on.  "We wanna hear the silly song!"

"Sounds like that little lady knows exactly what she wants,"
quipped Samantha.

The other girls quickly joined in, loud and almost mean-
sounding.  I looked to my grandmother.

"Do you want to go like this the rest of the summer?" Nana
asked.

I shook my head. 

"Then do as you're told."

Tears welling up in my eyes, I nodded and cleared my throat.

"A lovely fairy day to you,
A lovely fairy day to you ...."

Needless to say Tina and her buddies were stunned by
everything they saw and heard.  For the next little while I
was the center of attention for the new girls.  I was poked
and twirled and teased like I was a life-sized doll they were
playing with.  Curious hands and rude fingers touched me all
over, even beneath my lace apron!  Throughout all this I
somehow managed to stay in character and not break out in
tears.  I remembered Nana's instructions all too well and I
struggled to act "happy and cheery like a good little fairy." 
In retrospect things might have turned out differently --
maybe even better? -- if I'd acted a bit less enthusiastic.

"I can't believe how much fun this is!" Barbie or Bobbi or
whatever her name said.  "You really enjoy this, too, don't
you, fairy boy?"

Glancing at my grandmother, I forced a grin and nodded.  "Yes,
ma'am," I whispered hoarsely.

I felt like such an idiot!  Calling a teenaged girl "ma'am." 
What a wimp I was!

Then again, what choice did I have?

Tina's contribution to my humiliation was, um, well, pretty
dramatic.  Impressed with how pretty I looked and how I'd
fooled her friends at the front door, she decided to jump in
and join in the fun.

"Come here, doll," she said.  I was shocked and confused to
see her coming at me with a tube of lipstick in her hand. 
"Let Auntie Tina see if she can make you even prettier ...."

Well, as you can imagine, the other girls wanted a piece of
the action, too, and by the time they were done with me, well,
I can definitely say l looked nothing at all like the tow-
headed city boy that arrived only a few days ago!  After being
"ooh-ed" and "ahh-ed" over by my family and our guests, I was
led before the hall dressing mirror.  I couldn't believe it! 
I mean, I didn't even recognize myself!  Bright red lips, blue
eyelids, a light sprinkling of sparkly stuff  over my face and
my shoulders and in my hair ... what the heck ...?  Barbie or
Bobbi or whatever her name even painted my fingernails with
shiny pink polish!

"I have to admit," my Aunt Margaret proudly proclaimed, "this
is the prettiest fairy I've ever seen!  It's probably the
prettiest fairy that's ever been in this house."

"I'm pretty sure you're right," Nana said.  "We caught a few
fairies when I was a little girl, but none of them were as
pretty as this one."

I remember my mouth feeling gummy from the lipstick and my
fingertips cool from the drying nail polish as I marveled at
the fairy-like creature before me.  I knew then and there my
world was never going to be the same again.

The third time I answered the door, well, let's put it this
way   I wished I hadn't done it.  What happened next was
inevitable.  I'd been warned.  More than once, as I remember. 
I should have known.  I mean, it only made sense, since
everything else rotten was happening to me.

I'd thought I'd heard male voices as I approached the door,
but as I stood there waiting, wondering, I didn't hear
anything else.  A shiver of fear went through me, but I shoved
it aside.  The last thing I needed was for a bunch of guys to
see me looking like a drag queen !  Especially a bunch of guys
who might know me!  

I listened carefully.  Nope, no voices.  There was nothing but
the doorbell ringing   again and again and again.  And Nana
yelling at me to answer it.

"Am I going to have to bust somebody's butt?" she said in a
huff.

"Let me!  Let me do it, Nana!" yelled Julie.  "I'm real good
at it!"

"Maybe it's kidnappers come to take me away," I thought
hopefully.

I knew something was wrong as I looked over my shoulder, just
before touching the doorknob.  Sheila and Pam and Linda and a
bunch of the other girls were standing in the hall watching
me.  It was as if they all knew something special was going to
happen next.  I'm sure I made an impressive sight with my pale
butt and pink silk wings and painted face.

Sighing in resignation, I grabbed the doorknob and twisted.  I
was so tired and helpless, I didn't even bother looking up as
I began my recitation.  Maybe I should have been paying more
attention.

"Good afternoon," I said automatically.  "I am Fairy Daphne,
your fairy maid today.  Fairy Daphne  welcomes you to her ...
first ... fairy ... party ...?"

When I saw who it was   well, I just stood there.  Terrified,
ashamed, excited and numb, all at the same time.  There was no
place for me to go, so I just stood there and panicked.

"Holy crap!" I yelled out loud.  "Holy crappity-crap!!!"

I don't know how many boys there were at the door.  At least
four or five, maybe more.  I think my memory is hazy because
it was such a shock.  I mean, to see a bunch of guys while I
was trapped in my sissy fairy maid garb ... it was
unthinkable!  It just shouldn't have happened.  Yeah, right. 
Just like that first day when Christopher and I were caught
skinny dipping, that shouldn't have happened, either, right?  

Funny, how quickly the unthinkable can happen.

Anyway ... back to the guys.  Well, there I stood, practically
naked, my hair in curls, my feet in heels, a tray of
strawberry treats in my hands.  Before me were a bunch of
gawking, leering boys, from about my age on up to at least
sixteen years of age.  One may have been seventeen, I can't
remember for sure.  It doesn't matter.  What does matter is
that I never thought of myself the same afterward.

"Guys, look, it's a little fairy."  One of the older boys
pointed and laughed.  "And she ain't got no clothes on!"

"She's got something on," another boy scoffed.  "See, it's an
apron of some sort.  Big deal!"

"Yeah, but you can still see her naked butt!" one of the
younger guys said with wide eyes.  "Cool!"

"You sure about that?  Holy cow!  You really can see her
butt!!!"

Yes, of course they thought I was a girl.  I mean, curls,
lipstick, silky fairy wings and high heels   how could they
think otherwise?  And that's what made the whole situation
hilarious.  In retrospect, of course.  

"Hey, Sheila, did we interrupt a fashion show or something? 
How come your little fairy maid ain't got no clothes on?"

"She's kinda cute!" somebody said enthusiastically.

"Any other girls running 'round bare bottomed?"

My face was as red as a fire truck as I realized every male
eye in the room was locked on my nakedness.  A cool breeze
wafted through the open front door.  With my hands busy
holding the serving tray, I prayed that my apron would stay in
place.  Despite my tingling erection.

"Why is that thing sticking out?" I lamented.  "Why is it
always trying to embarrass me???" 

"You idiots!" Linda hollered.  "That's not a girl!  It's a
boy!"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, you dummies!  That's a boy, not a girl!" my cousin
Sheila yelled.  "That's my cousin David!"

"David?  A ... boy?"

"Fooled you!  Fooled you!" the girls behind me shouted. "You
guys thought David was a girl!  Fooled you! Fooled you!"

I could even hear Samantha call out, "What a bunch of idiots!"

"Speaking of idiots," Pam poked me in the buttcheek with
something sharp.  "Don't forget your fairy kissy song, fairy
BOY!!!"

"But ... I ... they ...." I looked at my cousins, then at my
grandmother.

"Do it," Nana said.  Her smile was pleasant enough, but the
growl her voice was enough to send goose bumps all over my
body.

"Please, no, Nana-a-a-a ...."

"WHAT DID I SAY!!!!"

And so, for the fourth time that afternoon I sang that stupid,
pointless song to the melody of "Happy Birthday."  And this
time I sang it to a bunch of dumbfounded, grinning  boys. 
Geez, did I ever feel dumb!

 "... kisses to you,
Fairy kisses to you
Fairy kisses to everybody
Fairy kisses to you!"

When I finally finished ... well, it probably only took a
second, but it seemed like a lifetime as the lights finally
came on.  One by one, the facial expressions before me changed
from amused to confused, from curious to disgusted.  I didn't
like being the focus of some much attention, especially from a
bunch of unpredictable teenaged boys!    

"That little   fairy   is a   guy???" someone said softly.

"I thought he was a   girl  ." Someone else said.  "No way!!!"

"Did you hear that song he sang ...?  That was si-i-i-ck!!!"

I couldn't believe it   the guys were embarrassed, almost as
much as I was!  I can't recall which was the scariest:  the
looks on their faces when they thought I was a girl or their
reaction to finding out I was really a boy.  Either way it was
pretty awkward.  Smiles turned to frowns and for an instant I
was so scared, I started to run for it.  I thought I was going
to get slapped, beat up, or worse.  Unfortunately, Pam stepped
in behind me and blocked my escape.  I was going to have to
face my peers, like it or not!

"See, I told you they'd find you interesting, little cousin,"
she said brightly.  I shivered as her lips brushed my ear in a
whisper.  "Maybe one of them will kiss you.  Pick one and ask
him."

I looked at Pam.  "No way!" I cried.  I could only hope nobody
else heard her despicable suggestion.

Jason, the oldest boy in the group, was the first to see
through my prissy charade.  I'd seen him bossing the other
guys around at Sunday school and some of the other church
activities, so he was the one I feared most.  At first I
thought he was mad, but he was smarter than that.  His grimace
turned into a smile and he treated the whole situation like it
was a big joke.

"Oh, man, oh, man!  What did you do to deserve this, little
buddy?"  He nudged a couple of the other guys and pointed. 
"Look out, fellas!  These girls get their hands on you,
they'll turn you into some kinda little sissy-fairy!  Poor
li'l guy ...."

Another boy, Mikey McCarty, pointed and laughed.  Mikey
McCarty?  Oh, gosh, his sister, Karen, was somewhere behind
me, laughing her butt off at my expense.

"I know him!," my former buddy exclaimed.  "He's a guy all
right.  Or used to be.  He's that David kid from Sunday
school!  Hooo, boy, Dave   I sure wouldn't want to be you
right now!  You look like the biggest faggot in the world!"

"Looks like?" another boy laughed.  "Come on, he's gotta BE
the biggest fag in the world!  Running around dressed like a
fairy, servin' punch'n cookies to the girls like some sort of
prissy maid?  Geez!  He's even got on high heels!  What a
little queer!"

A fourth boy joined in the taunting.  "Looking good, Fairy
David!  You serving tea and crumpets with your strawberries?"

I looked at the tray in my hands and I felt a fresh infusion
of blood redden my face.  I couldn't imagine how foolish I
looked in the eyes of the boys before me.  A twelve year old
boy ... a BOY   dressed like a fairy???  I figured I was
pretty much the most ridiculous thing they'd ever seen in
their lives.  And rightfully so.  A fairy maid   yeah, right! 
Even I thought I was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever seen,
truth be told.  

The entire encounter with Jason and the guys probably lasted
less than fifteen minutes, but it felt like it went on for
hours.  They didn't dare come inside, but they wouldn't leave,
either.  I was an easy target for their teasing and they were
not about to pass up on an opportunity like that.  Not knowing
what to do and blocked by my cousin from escaping, I just
stood there and took it all in.

"I can't believe he's running around with his bare butt
showing!  Sheesh!  What a faggot!"

"You sure he's not a girl?  Anybody look under that apron?"

"Not me, man!  I ain't going near the little fairy.  He
probably has fairy cooties!"

"Fairy cooties!" scoffed Samantha from somewhere behind me. 
"Now that I believe!"

"Come on, boys," cooed Sheila.  "Join in the fun!  We've got
ice cream!  There's plenty for everyone!"

Try as they might, the girls couldn't convince the boys to
come into the house and join the party.  I have no doubt that
the simpering little fairy boy trapped between them was the
main reason. Though at one point I did see Nana and Aunt
Margaret and a few of the older ladies peeking around the
corner.  The guys calmed down a bit when they saw the adults,
putting a merciful end to the teasing.

"Um, well, we better get going," Jason said, his face beaming
with amusement.  "Let's leave Fairy David to his fairy girly
party."

"It's Fairy DAPHNE, not Fairy DAVID!" Pam declared in her best
school teacher voice.  "Gosh!  Don't you guys know anything?"

"Fairy Daphne!" Mikey laughed.  "What a little queer!  I'd
never let anybody call me fairy ANYTHING!!!"

"Oh, yeah?  Don't knock it 'til you try it, brother dear!"
someone behind me dared.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Mikey's little sister
standing just behind me with a mischievous smile on her face. 
Karen held up the second set of fairy wings sewn up by my
grandmother the night before.

"I bet Mikey would make a cute little fairy maid," the
grinning girl said with a flirty voice.  She waved the wings
around like a flag.  "What do you guys think?  Want to grab
him and turn him into a fairy maid?"

"You shut up!" Mikey shouted.  I was surprised to see so much
fear in his eyes.

"What's the matter, Mikey?" taunted Samantha.  "You 'fraid of
your li'l sister?"

A wave of girlish giggles rippled behind me.  The skinny,
curly-headed Mikey suddenly looked nervous.  He had his share
of fun teasing me and now his eyes got really big as he
realized what his little sister suggested.  

"Uh-uh!  Not me ...."

"Mikey could be great as David's little fairy helper," giggled
Karen.  "They would make such a cu-u-ute couple together!"

Samantha yelled, "C'mon, Mikey, drop your drawers and put on
some wings!"

The twelve year old boy blushed and backed toward the door. 
"I said NOT ME!!!  I ain't gonna be no stupid sissy fairy
maid!  I'm gettin' out of here!"

With that, Mikey was gone so fast he almost knocked the other
boys down.  Karen looked proud of herself while everybody
else, Nana, the girls, even Jason and his friends, everybody
busted out laughing.  

The whole situation was so funny, so absurd, I almost laughed
myself.  In fact, I actually found myself wishing they'd
caught Mikey and made him be a fairy.  

"That'd teach him to laugh at me!" I thought to myself.  "I'd
like to see HIS bare butt decorated with fairy wings and
running around waiting on these stupid girls."

My heart pounded extra hard at the thought of another naked
boy joining our little game.  Wow   for some reason this was
all suddenly very exciting to me.

The girls were undaunted in their hunt for a fairy candidate. 
Sheila grabbed the fairy wings from Karen and held them out
like a piece of bait.  She then made a cute little cooing
noise.  

"Well, we know who the scaredy cats are now.  At least David
didn't run away and hide like a little sissy.  Anybody else
brave enough to play fairies besides my sweet little cousin? 
Hey, Phillip, what about you, honey pie?  You want to play
fairies?"

I blinked.  Phillip was the next youngest boy in the group. 
About my height but a lot more chubby.  With his plump,
girlish face and big butt he would have been an interesting
sight wearing little more than my grandmother's fairy wings.  

My face turned red as I suddenly realized ... I was trying to
picture another boy naked!  

Yuck! 

And worse, I was actually enjoying it!  

EWW!!!  

I tried to fight it, but the images in my head kept getting
worse.  For an instant I even imagined what it would be like
if the girls caught either Phillip or Mikey and made one of
them kiss me on the mouth.  As that image fluttered through my
thoughts I couldn't help but wonder which was the best kisser.

"Samantha is right," I moaned silently as my tingling penis
squirmed underneath my tiny fairy apron. "I've turned into a
total faggot!"

While I tried to clear my mind of dirty thoughts, the girls
continued to tease the blushing Phillip relentlessly.

"Come on, Phil-LIS!" one of the girls taunted.  "Play fairies
with us, Phil-LIS!!!"

"Yeah, c'mon, you big sissy!" yelled little Janie.  "We need
another fairy.  You can be our David's boyfriend and hug him
and kiss him and love him all over!"

That got everybody laughing.  Everybody but Phillip, of
course.  His reaction was priceless.  Backing toward the door,
his face was a funny mixture of terror, embarrassment and
panic.

"I don't wanna," he said softly.  He looked at me like I was
something from a horror film.  "I don't wanna!"

This time I had to laugh -- just a little bit -- as the chubby
boy took off running and screaming like a little girl.  Nana
saw me grinning and she winked at me as though we were co-
conspirators.

"Does this mean we're having fun together?" I wondered.

The number of guys left to choose from was dwindling fast. 
Jason shook his head.  "Come on, guys, let's get going.  We've
worn out our welcome here.  'Bye, Fairy Daphne." The tall
teenager shot me a sympathetic grin.  "Don't do anything I
wouldn't do!"

As he herded the remaining boys out the door and down the
front steps, I felt so small, so far away from Jason.  Why
couldn't I be a boy like that?  So big and strong and popular. 
I wanted to shed my sissy garb, run after them and escape from
the fairy hell my family created for me.  Instead I found
myself standing stone solid still.  

"Good luck, little fairy!" the boys called out as they ran
from the house.  "You're going to need it!"

I remember watching Jason and wondering, of all things, what
it would be like to kiss an older boy ....


Chapter Thirty-Four   Fairy Fun and Games!

It was only after everybody else was finished that I was
finally allowed a snack.  I was pretty hungry considering that
I hadn't eaten since the evening before.  Besides that, my
belly had been emptied earlier that morning when my aunt gave
me that awful enema.  Physically tired and mentally exhausted,
I sat on the edge of the sofa with my grandmother and greedily
devoured a whole bowl of strawberries and ice cream.

"Poor darling, you act as if you're starved," Nana declared. 
"You can have more if you like, but you have to slow down a
bit.  I do not want you getting a belly ache."

"Yes, Nana," I said quietly. 

Daintily rising from the couch, I clip-clopped into the
kitchen, filled my bowl and hurriedly returned.  On the way
out of the room I grabbed a cup of tea and took a sip.   I
remember staring at the lipstick stain I left on the rim and
blushing as I suddenly realized how it got there.

"Holy cow!" I whispered in disbelief.  "I gotta look dumb with
this stuff on my face.  How do girls put up with this crap?"

I'm sure I made a pleasant sight as I returned with the
crystal dessert bowl in one hand and my cup and saucer in the
other.

"Such a pretty boy," my grandmother cooed.  "Sit here next to
Nana so we can chat.  Eat your snack and tell me what's on
your mind."

I did as I was told.  I'd much rather been hiding in my room
in the corner in the dark, though.  

"Slowly," my grandmother ordered.  "Nibble, don't gobble."

"Yes, ma'am."

Darn it!  I couldn't even eat without being bossed around! 
Taking a baby-sized bite of ice cream, I pretended to chew,
savoring the sweet, cool sensation as it melted in my mouth. 
On the positive side, I figured, my treat would last a lot
longer this way.

"Well, this has certainly been a fun afternoon," Nana said
with absolute sincerity.  "Too bad we couldn't get those cute
boys to join us.  What do you think, David?  Wouldn't that
have been nice?"

I shrugged my shoulders.  "I guess so," I mumbled. 

Nana nudged me in the ribs.  "What's wrong, sweetheart? 
Aren't you having a good time?  Everybody else is having a
wonderful time."

I shrugged again.  "Well, good for them."

"Oh, my.  Somebody sounds cranky," my grandmother declared.  

Sitting on a lounge chair nearby, my Aunt Margaret laughed,
then beckoned for me to come closer. 

"Oh, David, stop being such a party pooper!  If I remember
correctly, Nana expects you to be happy smiles and giggles all
day today.  Am I right?  What's happened to my smiling fairy
boy?"

I sighed a pitiful sigh.  "I'm just tired, I guess."

"Maybe it's nap time," Nana said 

My aunt pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek.  I didn't
know it then, but she left a big, smeary lipstick mark, which
just made me look even more ridiculous.  

"That's not an excuse," she whispered in my ear.  Her voice
was warm and sugary, not at all mean.  "You promised Nana
you'd be nice this afternoon and instead you've been a pouty
face for the past hour.  If you don't want me to paddle your
little bottom right here and now, you'll give me a great big
smile.  Right now."

A hard SLAP!!!! on my bare butt punctuated her command.  I
grimaced in pain for a second, then forced myself to smile.  I
was pretty miserable, needless to say.

"From now until bedtime you better have that smile on your
face," Aunt Margaret warned.  "Nana expects you to enjoy
yourself, you know.  She cannot enjoy herself if you're not
enjoying yourself"

"Yes, ma'am," I said quietly.

My aunt pushed me away and grinned.  "So, how do you feel?"

I shrugged my shoulders.  "Okay, I guess."

SLAPPP!!!  My butt burned like it was on fire.

"Happy," my aunt corrected me.  "You're supposed to feel
happy.  Understand?  And where's your smile, little fairy?"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Margaret.  I forgot."  I forced myself to
smile.  "Is this better?"

"Now, let's try this again."  My beautiful aunt looked me dead
in the eye.  "Sooooo   how do you feel, Fairy Daphne?"

I swallowed and coughed.  "I'm happy, Aunt Margaret!" I said
with not-too-bad-enthusiasm.  "Really!  I'm a happy fairy!  I
promise!"

She nodded to my grandmother.  "Don't tell me.  Tell your
Nana."

I minced over to my grandmother -- stupid high heels! -- and
touched her on the hand.  "Nana, I'm happy now," I said with
as much cheer as I could muster.

"How happy are you?" my aunt prodded.

Great.  She wasn't going to make this easy for me at all.  

Not knowing what else to do. I clapped my hands and jumped up
and down, just like I was a little kid.  It probably looked
stupid, but nobody cared.

"I'm really happy, Auntie!  I'm happier than   than  ." I
looked around at the other women in the room, "I'm happier
than a ... than a real live fairy.

My grandmother looked from me to my aunt and back to me again. 
"Show us," she said.

Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows.

"Pardon?"  It's difficult for a confused fairy to keep on
smiling, but somehow I did it.

Nana adjusted my apron and then fiddled with those silly
little lace cuffs decorating my wrists.

"Show us how happy you are," she said.  Waving at the group of
elderly ladies gathering around us, she smiled.  "I know, how
about singing that cute little fairy song for us."

I felt a chill all over my naked body.  "The ... the fairy
song ...?"

"That's a wonderful idea!" my Aunt Margaret enthused.  "You
are so cute when you sing and dance for us.  That song is so
much fun!  And funny, too!"

"But ... but ...." I couldn't believe they were serious.  I
mean, they actually thought I WANTED to sing that stupid,
humiliating song in front of all those people???  What were
they thinking????

Well, to make a long story even longer, I sang it all right. 
Nana and Aunt Margaret insisted, and when they found out about
it, the rest of their creepy old ladyfriends insisted, too. 
Imagine my delight when Aunt Margaret called the girls into
the living room and told them that "Fairy Daphne" was going to
put on a show.

"Holy crap!" I whispered to myself as the younger children
started filing in.  "How am I gonna get outta this?

Well, the answer to that was, I didn't.  I ended up using
Nana's staircase in the foyer as a stage, which enhanced the
level of humiliation I endured.  I mean, it wasn't much
different than being onstage in the Christmas pageant, except
than I was practically naked in front of a bunch of grinning
females.  As I stood there in front of everyone, I felt numb
and scared, all at the same time.  Just like in my dreams.

I tried to delay as long as possible, but it didn't work. 
Word about what I was going to do spread -- thanks to Becky
and Samantha! -- Janie and Julie and Whitney and Lindsey all
started clapping their hands and yelling "We want the fairy
song! We want the fairy song!" prompting the other girls to
join in.  

"We want the fairy song! We want the fairy song!" yelled Linda
and Tina.  "We want the fairy song! We want the fairy song!" 

"Come on, sweetheart," cooed my grandmother.  "Don't keep your
fan club waiting."

"But, Nana  ."

My grandmother gave me that look.  "Buzz-buzz-buzz," she said
in a not-so-soft tone.

I could take a hint.  I looked around the room one more time,
took up my position, cleared my throat, smiled   and began to
sing:

I'm a pretty fairy,
oh, so sweet!
See my pixie smile
and my bare feet?
Hiding in the forest
all night and day,
I play fairy games
so happy and gay.

I'm a pretty fairy
Oh, so sad!
My bottom got spanked
'cause I been bad.
I try to be good
but that's no fun;
I still get a paddling
on my bare buns!

I'm a pretty fairy
Oh, so cute!
See my pretty flowers?
See my birthday suit?
Playing in the garden
I got no toys!
I get all my fun
from kissing boys!

Well, to say that my performance was a hit is a serious
understatement.  I remember looking across the room at Anita. 
Her face was beaming with pride as she shouted, "Good job,
little fairy!  I like the extra verse you added to my song."

Becky was quick to point out she had composed the extra verse,
which delighted everybody in the room, especially her mother. 
Everyone agreed, however, that I had done an outstanding job.

"A boy singing about kissing other boys," giggled Kathy Wade. 
"That's great!"

"I've never seen boys kiss each other," said little Janie
Mitchell. "I want to see that!"

"We have!" exclaimed Becky.  "It's lots of fun!"

"It's disgusting," countered Samantha.  "It's just plain
sick."

Emma looked at me like I was from Mars.  "I'd love to see boys
kissing each other!" she fumed.

"Me too!" yelled Karen.  "That's why I wish my stupid brother
was here!  We could make him kiss David and touch his bare
butt and all sorts of neat stuff!"

I was pretty numb from shame, but I remember a lot of clapping
and giggling and laughing going on.  Everyone wanted to hear
that stupid song again ... and again!  I know I sang it at
least twice, maybe three times.  I can't remember.  It's all a
blur.  And talk about a shock to the system!  I mean, c'mon,
what if you were twelve years old, paraded around bare naked
and told to sing a song about kissing boys?  The only way I
could get through it was forget I was a boy and pretend in my
mind that I was indeed "Fairy Daphne."

"You're good," little Julie said with a huge grin.  "You're
almost good enough to be on TV!"

"Better!" cried Janie.  "This is way better than TV!"

"Good job, little fairy!" Whitney -- or was it Lindsey? --
teased.  "You can't dance, though.  You ought to take ballet
lessons!"

Oh, yeah, the dancing ... letting everybody see me dance was
either a bad mistake or a plan of diabolical genius, depending
on your point of view.  The girls enjoyed my little show, for
sure, but I was shocked by how much the old ladies loved
seeing me prance and hop around on the improvised stage, too.
My smiling and acting happy only made things worse; everyone,
yes, even the girls, were convinced I did all this stuff on my
own, my little act was so authentic.  I was just grateful
neither Christopher nor Brandon were present.  Or Jason and
his little clan!  Now THAT would have been a disaster!

I thought, I wished, I hoped   that I'd get to take a break
once the tea and coffee were all served and everyone was
finishing up their snacks.  I was wrong again, at usual.  I
was hovering over Nana, trying to get her attention long
enough to ask permission to go hide somewhere when my Aunt
Margaret put me to work cleaning up.

"Be a good hostess, sweetheart, and take care of our guests. 
We don't want them going to any trouble.  There's food to put
away and dishes to wash and a whole kitchen to tidy up."

She was right, the place was a mess.  And even though I didn't
want to think about it, I had a pretty good idea who was going
to clean it all up all by his lonesome self.

"But, can't they pick up after themselves?" I complained. 
"Why do I have to do everything?"

"'Cause you're the fairy maid," teased my cousin Sheila.

"You shut up!" I stuck my tongue out at her, not realizing at
the time how ridiculous that probably looked.

I heard a grunt from my grandmother.  "You haven't gotten a
spanking in the last five minutes, have you?" she asked.

"No, Nana."  I sighed. 

She grinned at me.  "And?"

I nodded.  "I'll take care of the dishes."

Hey, I wasn't completely stupid.  Like I said, I could take a
hint!  

"And smile, dear. You've the ugliest frown on your face.  You
don't want Nana to give you something to frown about, do you? 
Don't make me tell you again."

Of course, I wasn't too happy about having to clean up
everybody else's mess while they got to play and goof off. 
Then again, I wasn't too happy about anything else that
happened that day.  And what a mess there was!  Dainty little
girls, my butt!!!  There were stained and half-filled teacups
everywhere, not to mention spilled bowls of strawberries and
whipped cream.  And stupid spoons all over the place!

Somebody even dumped a whole bowl of ice cream on the kitchen
floor, forcing me to get on my hands and knees to wipe up the
sticky sweet mess!  I felt pretty foolish on my knees with my
bare bottom showing like that.  I had quite an audience by the
time I was done, making me wonder if somebody had done that on
purpose.

"Uh-oh, Fairy Daphne," Samantha called out.  "Looks like
somebody spilled a whole cup of tea in the living room, too. 
Nana wants you to clean it up right away!"

"I'm not your slave, daggone it!" I fussed as I cleaned up the
puddle of tea.  I looked up from the floor and fumed.  "Stop
making messes!"  

Samantha poked me in the butt with the tip of her shoe and
smirked.  "I still can't believe you're doing all this.  After
all the fussing and crying you did yesterday, I figured that
was the last we'd ever hear of any little fairies around this
part of the county.  I guess I was wrong."

I stood up silent and afraid.  The reason I didn't say
anything was, well, there was nothing for me to say.

Nana, of course, always had tons to say.  "Oh, we've got
plenty of fairies around these parts," she said with only the
faintest hint of sarcasm.  "We had a few when Margaret was
little and I seem to remember catching a couple when I was a
girl, too.  While it seems my little estate is home to at
least one that I know of, there may be a couple more flitting
around here somewhere.  But I haven't seen them yet."

"There's more fairies?" Whitney -- or was it Lindsey? -- asked
with wide-opened eyes.  "Can we see?" asked the other.

The older females laughed out loud, louder than I would have
preferred.  I hung my head in shame while Nana explained that
she had one fairy so far, and one was more than enough as far
as she was concerned.

"If we get too many, well, it's hard to say what might
happen," my grandmother said with a smug voice.  "Fairies can
be very messy sometimes."

"Ain't that the truth," Linda said with a sneer.

I didn't say a word.

After a while the adults sent the girls outside to play.  Nana
kept me inside to finish cleaning house, of course.  You
didn't think she was going to lift a finger when she had a
fairy maid to do all the work, did you? 

The living room and dining room took FOREVER to clean up,
especially with the likes of Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Blackstone
hovering over me, nitpicking over how poorly I wiped off this
table or how I missed some crumbs under that chair.  Sheesh! 
The nagging was bothersome, but it was better than getting
teased by the girls!

The silver lining in this dark day was the time I spent
washing dishes.  Nana and Mrs. Miller and a couple of others
planted themselves at the kitchen table while I filled the
sink up with hot soapy water.  Pushing those silly lace
wristbands up above my elbows, I tackled the messy cups and
saucers while the adults chatted and gossiped as if I wasn't
even there.

Talk about mixed emotions!  This little scenario is a perfect
example of my love/hate feelings about this particular time of
my life.  I mean, you know how much I hated doing housework,
right?  Especially bare bottomed!  And my poor feet ... after
all that time those stupid high heels really hurt!

But overall ... to be honest, being with the adults really
wasn't so bad.  I guess I really enjoyed being by myself for a
change.  Hanging around the adult women wasn't nearly as
traumatic as being trapped with all those stupid girls.  Oh, I
got my share of teasing, I guess, and even a couple of swats
on my bare butt whenever someone would walk by on their way to
the coffee pot.  But hardly any of it was out of meanness. 
Not even when my Aunt Margaret found a couple of plates with
food stains.  She rewarded my sloppiness with a playful
spanking in front of her guests.

SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  

"Ow!  Aunt Margaret, please, I didn't mean to!  Ow!  I'll do
better!"

SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!

"Oh, stop it!  You big baby, that doesn't hurt and you know
it." 

"Does too!" I said.  I was so tickled, I had to force my lip
into a pout.  She wasn't lying.  Her swatting wouldn't have
killed a fly.  I wasn't about to confess that, of course! 
That was part of the fun!

My aunt met my challenge and raised it another notch.  "My
little love pats hurt, do they?  Then how about this?"

I couldn't help but giggle -- yes, I actually giggled! -- as
she tickled me all over, starting from my freshly spanked
bottom, then going up and down my body like I was a little kid
or something.  By the time she was done I was breathless, red-
faced and laughing like I was having the time of my life.

Nana was quick to point out to her friends how much I enjoyed
our little game.  

"Now see how much fun he's having?" she said in a girlish
voice.  "Remember that because next time you see him it'll be
'Poor me!  Everybody's always picking on little ol' me!'  You
just mark my words!"

"But, it's true," I said.  "Everybody IS always picking on
me!"

"See, there he goes again," replied Aunt Margaret.  "If that's
how you feel, then I guess we ought to make sure it's true."

Before I could escape she grabbed my arms and pulled them
behind my back and laid into me with the most ferocious
tickling I'd ever experienced.  I screamed and I laughed and I
giggled so hard my throat became hoarse.  To make matters
worse, my aunt passed me around so the other ladies could take
a shot at me, too.  I tell you, I never laughed so much in my
entire life!  Between all that tickling and the smacks on the
bare butt and getting old lady kisses on the face, I actually
forgot to be miserable.  I know it's hard to believe, but it's
true.

Mrs. Blackstone shook her head.  "And here I was feeling sorry
for you.  And now it turns out you're having all this fun? 
Now I'm beginning to see why Christopher likes you so much."

The smiling woman looked right at me as she said this.  I
nodded and smiled, but I didn't dare say a word.  

Actually, being a Fairy Maid wasn't such a bad deal ... in
retrospect.  At first, well, I hated it with a passion.  I
mean, let's face it, what boy wouldn't?  To be undressed,
dressed down and sent out to perform menial tasks for a bunch
of people you wouldn't normally give the time of day. 
Painful, humiliating and unbearable ... but so exquisitely
unforgettable.

Funny thing, though ... how in the midst of horrible
circumstances you can find little moments of joy.  That's what
happened to me that summer evening.  After things calmed down,
after I stopped putting up such a fight ... for just a little
while I wasn't teased or tormented or slapped around.  I was
actually treated nice.  Oh, sure, I was still a prisoner at
the hands of some conniving females, but I was their special
prize, a treasure of sorts.  And as such they treated me at
though I was the most important thing on earth.  All I had to
do was give up ... and give in. 

And now ... well, decades later I look back at that afternoon
with nostalgia, affection and longing.  To be the center of
attention of so many females is always flattering for any
male, I don't care what they say.  And to be exposed as I was
that day, not to mention controlled and even scrutinized,
well, the memory of that never fails to get my pulse going. 
Call it masochism if you like, call it fetishism ... whatever. 
To be stripped naked, objectified, teased and tantalized ...
those are powerful, unforgettable acts.  Add to all that the
sexual awakening of a twelve year old boy and you've the
makings of an epic adventure waiting to be relived!

Which is what this tale is all about, of course!

The day was almost over when Nana and Aunt Margaret finally
decided I could go outside and play.  The rain had long
stopped and the girls were scattered everywhere and I was worn
to a frazzle from all the chores and bullying I'd endured.  I
would have much rather gone to bed, but Nana insisted I burn
off any excess energy before turning in.

"C'mon, let me have your shoes and things," she instructed. 
"I don't want you ruining them. Besides, you're done playing
fairy maid for the day."

Oh, happy day!  I was finally going to get out of this stupid
costume!  You can't imagine how happy that made me feel!  I
watched in disbelief as my grandmother beckoned me to raise my
high heeled foot upon her knee.  She then slowly unbuckled and
removed my shoe, leaving my foot bare naked.  The same
procedure was repeated on my other foot.  I remember how
vulnerable my feet felt as I was then told to turn around so
she could untie my apron strings.  I shivered all over. 
Everything fell loose and I felt so, um, well, naked when she
pulled my apron over my head and pushed me away.  I mean, I
guess I was naked, now that I think about it.  Except for my
fairy wings, of course, but they didn't count 'cause they
didn't cover anything important.  

"Geez!  Why is everybody staring at me like that?" I wondered.

I glanced down.  Oh, man, I still had a stupid erection!  Now
I had THAT to worry about ....

"Dirty boy," quipped Nana.  "I told you to get your little
willie under control.  And don't you DARE ask for something to
cover it up!"

"Better take off his wings while you're at it, Mother," my
Aunt Margaret suggested.  "We need to save them for later."

Nana nodded.  "Good idea.  You'll need these next time you
play fairies with your little friends."

Next time???  I wanted to ask what she meant by that, but I
had other things to worry about. Without my wings I was
completely naked for the first time since I could remember.  I
do remember shivering like crazy, even though it must have
been eighty degrees in the middle of the summer.  I clasped my
hands around my arms, dug my toe in the floor and tried not to
look too foolish.

"Well, what are you waiting for, sweetheart?" My grandmother
nodded toward the door.  "Go on out and play for a little
while.  When you come back in we'll eat supper and then you
can go to bed."

"But, Nana," I whined, "they're gonna make fun of me when they
see me all naked!  I hate it when they do that!"

"You're not naked, David," Mrs. Collins said with a coy smile. 
Reaching over and pulling me close, she traced the tip of her
finger around my neck.  "You've got this cute little necklace
on."

Nana nodded.  "That's right, sweetheart.  You've got something
to wear, so quiet down.  You look just fine.  Very pretty, in
fact, except for that ugly thing between your legs."

I shivered at the way she scowled at me.  I fought the urge to
cover my boyish erection with my hands.  "I'm sorry, Nana.  I
can't help it."

"I suppose.  Well, go on outside and have some fun.  If
anybody teases you, well, you're just going to have to get
used to it.  You're going to be like this for at least a
month."

"Yes, ma'am."

Something else bothered me.  I thought for a second and said,
"Am I done playing fairy maid, Nana?"

My grandmother looked at Aunt Margaret and a couple of the
other ladies.  She then looked and me and nodded.  "I suppose
so, David.  Why?  Did you want to wash some more dishes?"

"No, ma'am," I said with a blush.  "I just wanted to make
sure.  Can I go to the bathroom first?  I haven't been all
day.  I really gotta go!"

"Use the downstairs toilet," instructed my grandmother.  "And
leave the door open!  I better not find you doing anything
nasty in there by yourself, dirty boy!"

"Yes, ma'am!" 

Well, I'm certain you know where I'm going with all this. 
Sure, I hadn't been to the bathroom all afternoon, and I
really had to pee really bad.  But that wasn't why I wanted to
visit the bathroom.  I had other, much more important things
to attend!  

Before I tried to go pee I got a washcloth and some soap and
went to work on my sissy-looking face.  Eye shadow, lipstick,
some sort of stuff on my eyelashes, all of Tina's handiwork
had to come off before I let another person see me.  I also
got out one of Nana's hairbrushes and tried to knock some of
those stupid looking curls out of my hair while I was at it. 
I looked at my shiny pink-tipped fingers and flinched. 
Nothing I could do about that stupid nail polish.  For now, at
least. 

I felt so much better with all that girly makeup and stuff. 
It was bad enough looking like that dressed in that awful
apron and those goofy wings, but to run around butt naked with
my face still painted up and my hair looking all sissy would
have been even worse!  I could only imagine what the girls
would have thought if I'd let that one slide by.  I'd probably
get accused of enjoying that, too!

Peeing with a stiff peter wasn't the easiest thing in the
world, but I somehow managed it.  It actually helped calm my
erection down a little bit, so when I went back to face my
family I didn't present quite so offensive a profile.

Before leaving the bathroom I gave myself a quick glance in
the mirror.  Except for my hair looking a little curly and
that silly fairy necklace at the base of my throat, I almost
looked like the young boy who arrived only a few days earlier. 
I wished I was still him ....

"I see you didn't waste any time getting rid of your fairy
maid face," Nana said upon my return.

"Um, you said I was done ...."

"I did, indeed.  Still, you should have asked.  Hmmm ...
you're sure you didn't play with your wiener while you were
alone?"  Nana flicked at my limp organ with her fingertip and
gave me that skeptical look.  "It looks like it's a little
more calm than it was before."

"I didn't, Nana.  I promise."

At least my Aunt Margaret was sympathetic.  "Oh, the poor
thing is just tired, Nana.  It's been sticking out all day
long.  Don't be so mean.  It can't help itself."

To my horror, my grandmother cupped the tip of my penis in her
hand, poked at it with a fingernail and gave me that look
again.  I had to struggle to keep from squirming.

"Well, you better keep it under control, especially in front
of the girls.  I told the ladies you were housebroken.  Don't
make me out to be a liar."

"Yes, Nana." 

Playing outside naked with the girls, well, I won't say it was
exactly fun, but it wasn't the end of the world, either. 
Well, all right, it was kinda fun.  The adults came out and
sat on the back porch to watch, so that kept the older girls -
- especially Linda and Becky and Samantha! -- from making me
do anything nasty like play with myself or kiss a frog or
something.  

And thank goodness Mrs. Blackstone hadn't brought her son
along for the ride!  As I stood in the middle of all those
girls and endured the ritual teasing, I had a horrible vision
of Christopher standing right there next to me and somebody
forcing us to kiss each other.  Thank goodness, the worst
thing I had to put up with was a bunch of elementary school
girls pointing and laughing at my poor little penis.

"Naked Davy going to play with us!  Yay!!!" Emma and Kathy and
Karen and some of the other girls cheered.  "Yay for Naked
Davy!  Yay, Naked Davy!"

"What happened to Fairy Daphne?" Janie complained.  "I want
Fairy Daphne back!!!!"

Samantha poked at me with a sharp fingernail.  "Oh, he's still
a fairy, sweetie.  He just got his wings plucked."

"I liked him with wings, though," the eight year old said with
a pout.

"I like him better like this," Emma said, pointing at my
boyish privates and giggling like an idiot.

"Me, too!" echoed Kathy.  "But I like his big butt better than
that ugly wiener!"

Even though the grown ups were there watching over us, the
girls figured out that I was for all intents and purposes
still their slave, which put me in a really lousy position. 
Everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, wanted me to play some stupid
game with them.  That didn't leave me a moment's piece.  It
felt pretty weird, being a seventh grade boy and standing
stark naked with a bunch of girls on either side of me,
pulling me by the hand first one way and then another.

"Come jump rope with us, Naked Davy," cried Janie.

"No, let's play hide 'n' seek!" yelled Julie.  "That's more
fun!"

And, of course, Lindsey -- or was it Whitney? -- fussed 'cause
I wouldn't play "hopscotch."  Well, it wasn't that I wouldn't,
but more because I didn't know how.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Naked Davy," said Whitney -- or
was it Lindsey?  "We'll teach you!"

Probably the girls' favorite game for me to play was jump
rope.  What a dumb, boring game.  Unfortunately, I'm good at
it, so the girls kept me hopping forever.  

"Naughty little fairy
naked as can be!
Smack his little butt,
he's a cry-bay-bee!

Pull his pretty hair
or pinch his little cheeks!
It doesn't take much
to make him weep!

One!  (clap!)
Two! (clap!)
Three!  (clap!)
Four! (clap!)
Do it again (clap!)
He asked for more!  (clap!)

Naughty little fairy
naked as can be!
Smack his little butt,
he's a crybay-bee!"

If I jumped rope for five minutes I did it for an hour.  And,
no, I'm not completely stupid, you know.  I know why they made
me do it ... so they could watch my penis and balls bounce
around like crazy, that's why!  Still, for some reason it
didn't bother me as much as it would have a few days ago.  I
guess I was so tired it just didn't matter that much to me.  

Besides, I didn't have much choice.  Every time I tried to
stop Becky or Samantha would whack at my bare butt with a
switch and tell me to keep the girls entertained.  I kept
waiting for one of the adults to make them stop, but either
they weren't paying attention   or they were paying attention
and liked what they saw.  Either way, I was stuck playing a
stupid game with a bunch of stupid girls in my stupid birthday
suit.

The shadows were long and low when Nana finally called me
inside.  We'd been playing hide 'n' seek, but I wasn't having
much luck catching anybody.  I was mostly standing around the
back yard feeling sorry for myself.  It turned out that the
reason I couldn't find anybody was that the crowd was thinning
out and heading home.  Nobody bothered telling me what was
going on, that's all.  

While I felt kinda dumb about everybody taking off, the good
news was that there were fewer people for me to worry about
harassing me.  I remember standing with my grandmother on the
front porch, bidding goodnight to our guests as they all
headed for their cars, one family at a time.

"Don't forget, you owe me a day as the fairy maid," fussed
eight year old Janie as she got ready to leave.  "I won you
fair and square!  You owe me!"

"I hear you," I replied sullenly.  I couldn't believe she
actually expected me to go through with that stupid contest.

"Don't forget!  I won, fair and square!"

"Don't worry, sweetie."  My cousin Sheila gave me a pat on the
head.  "You'll get your fairy maid, all right.  We'll do it
one day this week, I promise!"

"See you later this week, fairy maid," Emma teased.  She
looked me up and down and then grinned like she knew something
awful about me.  "You can clean my room first!"

"No, he's cleaning mine first!" yelled Janie.  "He's my fairy
maid, not yours!"

I felt myself blush as they walked away.  "I sure hope I don't
have to go to their house," I whispered to myself.  Little did
I know that I would have to follow through with my obligation
  twice, in fact, before the summer would be over!  But, as
they say, that's a whole other story.

The remainder of the evening I spent with my grandmother as
she played cards with Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Blackstone and Mrs.
Collins.  My Aunt Margaret took off with Sheila and Pam and
Linda and Becky on some mysterious errand, leaving me at the
mercy of the older women.  I was so worn out, however, I
didn't care what happened to me.  I just wanted to go to bed.

"Today's been a pretty good day," my grandmother said as she
dealt the cards.  "Good friends, good food, shoot, I even got
my laundry done and my house cleaned ... twice in one day, as
a matter of fact!  You can't ask for any better than that, can
you?"

"And you still look fresh as a daisy," teased Mrs. Blackstone. 
"Whatever is your secret, my dear?"

Mrs. Smith gave me a little nudge and a grin.  "I think it's
called hiring a fairy maid to do all your work!"

"Ah, yes, my little fairy maid.  What in the world would I do
without my precious little fairy maid?" Nana reached over and
mussed up my still-curly hair.  "I wish we'd started this up a
few years ago.  It's been wonderful for me, and I know David
had a lot of fun, too.  Didn't you, sweetie?"

I nodded sleepily.  "Yeah, it was all right."

"Well, that's good," my grandmother replied.  "You have
twenty-nine more days left on your sentence.  You'll have lots
of fun over the next few weeks, I can pretty much guarantee
that."

"Twenty-nine ...?"

"Your month?  Remember, no pants, no clothes, all for a whole
month?  Longer if we hear any argument."

"Oh, yeah," I shrugged.  "I remember.  No problem."  

Needless to say, I didn't argue.  Holy  cow!  A month with no
clothes on   if every day went like today, I couldn't even
imagine what all would happen to me by the end of the summer. 
I'd either be brainwashed into being the biggest sissy fairy
in the world, or else go completely crazy.  Oh, well  .

The card game went on and on, but I was so tired I actually
fell asleep at the kitchen table.  At some point Nana helped
me upstairs and toward bed. 

"Good night, David," said Mrs. Collins.  "I'll tell Becky and
Linda I helped tuck you in.  They'll enjoy that."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied hoarsely.

"Nighty-night, little fairy," Mrs. Blackstone called as I
started climbing the steps.  "We'll see you tomorrow."

Fortunately, I had no idea what she was talking about.  If I
had, I probably would have run from the house, screaming like
a little girl.  All I cared about was going to bed.  I was
worn to a frazzle and happier than heck with the idea of being
left alone.  I didn't even raise a fuss over having to sleep
on a rubber sheet or not having any covers.  And I didn't care
if there was anybody out in the hall spying on me.  I laid
down, closed my eyes and tried forget everything that happened
to me that long, awful day.  

It didn't do any good, of course.  For a while images of
mischievous, grinning faces flashed through my mind,
accompanied by giggling voices and pointing fingers.  But that
was all right.  I was safe now.  I fell asleep in a matter of
seconds and life was good.

Until I woke up, that is.

(to be continued ....)