The Village 4A

By TCP

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Copyright 2016 by TCP, all rights reserved

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The Village -
By TCP
© 2016 TCP

All of TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

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The fourth chapter of Phillip's story as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna... Phillip's world gets turned upside down again with a history lesson and the introduction of other members of the Girls' Club...

Or, Princess Leia continues her iron rule over the Boys' Rebel Alliance as they learn more about the female dominated galaxy that now surrounds them. Tales of the olden times, reawakened in the present. Our young hero has failed in his latest attempt to free his idols, Luke, Han and Chewbacca, and the powerful tractor beam holding the Millennium Falcon seems insurmountable. Yesterday, was his darkest day as a boy. Would he have the spirit, or the 'balls' to go back and face his superiors?

Main Characters -
Phillip White - eleven years old...
Patricia White, nee Powell - 33 years old, divorced mother of Phillip and a veterinary practitioner.

Emma Smart - eleven years old...
Nikki Grayson, nee Smart - 34 years old, divorced mother of Emma, and owner/senior partner of Langton Magna veterinary practice. 'Smarts...'

Alison and Elizabeth Knight - ten years old, and twin sisters.

Caroline Forbes-Marsh - thirteen years old. The leader of the pack...
Suzanne Forbes-Marsh - eleven years old.

Natasha Billington - twelve years old.
Anita Billington - ten years old.

Miss Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.

Chapter 4A - History Class...

'Mummy won't help you...' The words chilled me as I woke up from a strange dream... What did Emma mean when she said that the day before? Did I even really hear it? My penis was hard as a rock and it felt all tingly and strange, almost as though I had experienced a climax in my sleep, but not quite as intense. I realised that my breath was racing and my hand was gripping the shaft of my cock under the duvet... inside my pyjama bottoms. I had been touching myself while I was dreaming...

As you could probably expect, my dreams were focussed on my experiences in the Girls' Club hut... the whole range of events that had happened to me in the space of barely a week. Things that totally changed my perception on the world around me, and made me question the very essence of what I was - a young male. Despite everything, I still liked being a boy... I still liked having a penis... but I was also ashamed of it too... It seemed to be controlled better by girls; better than how I could, even though it was attached to my body and they were my feelings.

Actually having a climax would always remind me of what happened to me in the Girls' Club hut... the humiliations and the degrading experiences. That's never changed even to this day. In my mind, I still call out 'boys are weaker than girls,' and even say it when I'm climaxing alone with my wife or when I'm 'performing' in front of her friends.

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It was Thursday now, I didn't want to leave the confines of my bedroom... I was stiff as a board... sexually aroused, and yet I felt so humiliated and weak... It was a paradox too difficult to explain or handle by a young impressionable boy like me.

It was raining outside... thundering too... Certainly not a day I could face in the woods... or handle in the Club hut. I didn't want to go back there. It was too shameful, and humiliating to comprehend. Seven girls had seen me naked... and made me do stuff, or do stuff to me... and made me say shameful things and sing a dumb, embarrassing song... There was no way I was going back there.

Mum had left for work by the time I had awoken and I listened to the radio as I tried to stomach breakfast in my PJs. The kitchen radio was tuned to 'Radio Weltby...'

"Here's a song from way back, requested by one of our young listeners who is practicing for a concert this autumn..." the disc jockey announced brightly, almost smugly, like they do. "Well, Emma Smart, good luck with your concert, this one is for you and your friend Phillipa..."

And you guessed it, the song was 'Chatanooga Choo Choo...'

'Oh god...' I thought, sitting there in the kitchen chair at the table. Hearing the song, normally such an uplifting and joyful tune, I gasped and tensed up and began to weep. As tears streaked down my cheeks, I cupped my hands at my crotch protectively, pretending to hide myself, as I recalled all the humiliating things I had said, done and had done to me the day before... I felt awful and so embarrassed. I felt abused... sexually abused... which of course I had been. So why then, did I become aroused? Why did my privates tingle and stiffen? What did it all mean if I hadn't actually, somehow secretly 'enjoyed' it all?

I guess, in truth, I had done it 'all' willingly hadn't I? That's maybe more the reason I was crying there at the kitchen table. Deep within me, I had somehow 'wanted' the girls to do it all to me... didn't I? I felt so ashamed at what I was becoming... I kind of hated the way I felt, but something inside me made me think about wanting to go back... I wanted to be their nudie boy again... to be the centre of their attention again and especially to be made to feel good again... I was a boy after all, immediately hooked on the sensation of orgasm, and pretty much prepared to feel it in my privates again and again, no matter the cost. No matter how many girls saw me naked... no matter how may girls touched me.

But right then, as the song was playing, I didn't seem to want it quite as much as maybe I had the previous day... You see, I still had that feeling as though I didn't want to ever have an orgasm ever again... because of how humiliating my most recent ones were... and because there had been so many. My orgasm 'hangover' was still there... I knew however that it was slowly waning... After all, this was another day. But there was no way I was going to the hut today. I wanted the safety of my own company... a chance to put things in perspective in my mind, without the crooked logic and 'superior knowledge' of the girls.

And so my head won over my heart that morning and I insisted that I wouldn't leave the house in case I came across any of the girls. I wasn't ready to see them again, or suffer their teasing just yet. Instead, after getting changed out of my PJs and into just a pair of underpants, I played with my Star Wars toys in my bedroom, trying hopelessly to put everything 'bad' out of my mind. But it was too difficult for me - there were just too many conflicting thoughts wrestling for attention and trying to dominate my mind.

I soon found that what had been learned and experienced, could not be unlearned or forgotten lightly. Instead, I was using my Star Wars action figures to role play my feelings again... acting out my insecurities and creating little scenarios and adventures... Sexual adventures to put things into perspective... Yes, I got excited... I had a boner quite quickly actually as Princess Leia continued to rule over the Boys' Rebel Alliance with a firm hand and demonstration of unquestionable female dominance. Rain was hammering at my bedroom window as the storm continued outside.

Princess Leia had seemingly changed beyond all recognition from how she was in the films. There in the safety of my bedroom, 'she' made all the male action figures (many of them now with names of my friends at school) line up and recite the boys' code...

"Come on boys," I said mimicking the voice of Leia. "You have to say it all together at the same time... the girls can say their code without any problems... so why don't you try to be as good as the girls... Do it!"

And with that, I cleared my throat and picked up the Rebel Commander action figure (my best friend Oliver from school), dressed in his Battle of Hoth outfit. Representing all the male action figures chanting in unison, he (okay yes, I) recited the boys' code.

"Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys... are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..."

Lightning flashed outside and thunder was rumbling all around the countryside surrounding the village, but Leia was pleased with the recital this time and offered her praise. She reached her hand out to touch the Rebel Commander between the legs and made him blush. The blush was actually mine and made my penis tingle. Moving along a small row of Stormtroopers, Leia was inspecting them... like I was now accustomed to being inspected in the Girls' Club hut. One of the Stormtroopers failed his inspection and was spanked for it. 'Leia' even used a small ruler to spank the trooper, on his backside... and his front... just like Elizabeth (or Daffy) would have done.

I had made myself quite excited by that stage, which kind of embarrassed me too at the same time. I could feel the warm glow in my cheeks at what I was doing. The bulge in my underpants was nagging at me, and I quickly pulled down my underpants to my knees, leaving me feeling like a naughty little boy in my bedroom.

Still holding the little ruler in my hand, I tried to spank myself... I tried to hit my buttocks first to see what it was like. I quickly found that with such a small ruler, it was almost impossible to give myself a meaningful spank to either of my buttocks. So I used my hands to 'flick' the ruler at my buttocks from behind me... I was very clumsy at first, it took me a few attempts to get the range of the 'flick' just right. But I was finally able to make contact and give a 'smack' sound and a curious stinging sensation.

"You're such a naughty boy Phillip...<smack>" I teased myself. "Getting all nudie <smack> in front of girls... <smack> and letting them boss you around... <smack... smack>" I changed buttocks... "You like being nudie for them... <smack> and saying that girls are better <smack> don't you?" I grunted. "Don't you? <smack> Yes... <smack>... I like it... <smack> I knew you did... and you like it when they touch you too <smack>... Owwww!"

I had to stop. I was actually starting to hurt myself with my clumsy self spanking with the ruler. It stung enough to scare me off from trying to spank anywhere on my front! My curiosity was piqued, but not enough to want to hit my own penis or testicles. I knew I wouldn't like it. The spank that Elizabeth had given me the day before was still too fresh in my mind in any case.

Feeling the tingly nature of my hairless little erection poking out from the crotch of my body, I had another kind of curiosity. I pulled my underpants right off this time, leaving me fully naked in my bedroom and feeling quite daring. I went over to my wardrobe and opened it so I could look at myself in the full length mirror... I blushed at the sight of my modest, pre-pubescent erection looking back at me and imagined how it must have looked and felt to all seven girls that had seen me, just like that. Seven members of the opposite sex... girls... They had no 'dumb looking little penis' between their legs... They mysteriously had something 'better' between their legs that I knew almost nothing about...

'It's better to have a vulva,' I heard myself admit to the girls. 'Than what a boy has... A boy's penis is as worthless as a worm...' I bit my lip in embarrassment and tried to bury those feelings as I turned round slightly to see if I could see my buttocks in the mirror... I gasped a little with surprise and excitement at the evidently darker pink coloured marks I had given myself with the ruler. I could just make out where I had spanked myself. The muscle in the base of my cock flexed on it's own as I thought about being spanked by a girl. It was exciting, yet so fraught with stinging pain and humiliation... especially if I were naked and in front of an audience of other girls.

And then my curiosity piqued once more... Turning to face the mirror again fully at the front, I remembered what Caroline had said about Mother Nature... I mimicked her out loud,

"Mother nature gives EVERY boy a little scar to remind them that they were once girls..." I gripped my penis with my hand and squeezed a couple of times as I said it. "All babies start out as girls... but the imperfect ones... the rejects, are turned into boys..." As much as I hated the thought that boys were nothing more than an imperfect version of the female form, I gasped at how exciting it somehow seemed to make me feel. Another feeling of weakness. I sat down in front of the mirror, my legs wide apart so I could look closely at my genitals. My immature, young male genitals...

I looked and looked for the little scar but I couldn't really see anything... I blushed and gasped as my hands roamed over my tingly little scrotum, pushing and pulling the loose skin from side to side, examining myself. I moved my penis around from side to side too, but I couldn't see anything... or maybe it was actually that I didn't really know what I was looking for.

"I don't want to be a girl..." I whimpered in frustration as I lost patience with my self-examination. "I'm Phillip... not Phillipa!" I gripped my penis again and felt the muscle at the base of it flex once more on it's own. "Nnnnngghghh... THIS means I'm a boy! And here as well..." I grunted, clamping my free hand around my scrotum and allowing my fingertips to stroke over the little furrows of the sensitive skin. "This is what makes me a BOY! There's no way I'm a GIRL! I've NEVER been a GIRL! No w..."

BRRRRRRNNNNNNGGGGGG...

'Shit!' I panicked at the sound of the telephone downstairs, interrupting my defiant and intimate self exploration. I looked at the clock on the wall and I was shocked to see that it was early afternoon... lunch time.

BRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGG... I was surprised at how long I had been playing games with my action figures and of course my other secret games in my bedroom. With my underpants still off, I ran out of my room and downstairs to the telephone in the hall, fully naked... I felt really naughty and enthralled by the sensations of being fully naked outside of my bedroom in my own home.

When I answered the phone, I heard my mum's voice at the other end. She had obviously guessed from the evening before that I would still be at home. Apart from the weather, I had told her I was not feeling very well and so she was calling to see if I were any better.

I pretended that I still had a queasy tummy, and lied to my mum when she asked me how I was. I said I would stay home for the remainder of the day.

"Oh that's a shame sweetheart... Emma's been into the surgery just now and asked about you?" mum said.

"Em...Emma?" I gasped, bending my knees and squeezing them together subconsciously to try and cover my nudity even though I was the only one there in the hall. "W-w-what did she say?"

"Well, she seemed to think that you were going to be meeting up again today and she was really sweet to come and see us in the surgery and ask if you were feeling unwell when you didn't turn up... Isn't she just such a lovely and thoughtful girl Phillip?"

"W-what did you tell her?" I asked nervously. I was a little worried that Emma was going to knock on the door at any moment, with me still nude.

"Well I said that you were feeling unwell last night and probably still felt a little under the weather... and of course, with it being so stormy right now, I told her that you were probably resting. She was really quite concerned for you..."

I was kind of thrilled and scared at the same time. I mean, I hadn't shown up for Club that day, and wasn't sure if that was going to get me into trouble. But I reasoned that surely if I wasn't well, I couldn't get in trouble with the girls for that. And I was secretly flattered that Emma had been concerned enough to ask about me when I hadn't shown up at the hut.

The call ended with mum explaining that she would be home around the usual time unless I needed her to come home early. I wasn't really ill, but I agreed that I would call the veterinary surgery if I needed anything. Hanging up the phone, I padded back upstairs to my room, my heart a bit of a flutter and thinking about Emma.

So there I was, still fully naked, in my own room... I retrieved the little note paper from the pocket of my denim shorts that I had worn the previous day. I knew I had to be careful what I did with these little scraps of paper I was being given. I didn't want my mum to find them and start asking awkward questions. The note I picked up this time was 'my song...'

I read the words to the song over and over, blushing scarlet at the imagery and the phrases... and the memories of performing it all naked in front of all seven fully clothed and cheering, giggling girls. All I wanted to do was play with my Star Wars stuff... and play with it my way... like a boy should. But my collection was incomplete... My favourite things were still held captive in the Girls' Club hut... my prized possessions, controlled by girls. Even my cock... my very boyness.

"Read it out loud, fly boy..." I said in the voice of Princess Leia, imagining her smirking at me and daring me to debase myself again to an audience of one... myself and my action figures of course. "Sing it... show the girls how obedient you are... now you're part of the Girls' Empire..."

And so, I sang the song... right there in my bedroom... fully naked and blushing scarlet...

Pardon me, miss...
But I'm a horny little boy toy...
Slave of the girls,
Please let me give you a twirl...

Can you afford,
To miss the naked little slave boy?
I've got no hair...
Around my privates down there...

I, like, it, when the girls of Langton Magna make me strip bare,
And then make me jump around, without a care....
Nothing looks more silly,
Than my little willy...
Waggling and jiggling there, in front of me...

When boys hear a girl command them, they will obey,
So I'll do absolutely any thing that they say...
Nudie naughty slave boy,
Forever the girls' play toy,
Yeah, girls are better than any boy...

There's gonna be,
A lovely party in the Girls' Club,
Knickers and tights,
My new world of delights...
I'm gonna blush,
Until the girls decide to let me go...
Playing with my willy, 'til they let me go home...
Girls playing with my willy, 'til they let me go home...

And like my second performance in the hut the day before, I even practiced a couple of the actions that I had begun to develop into my 'show.' I knew they would tease me... and laugh at me... But I figured that was just how girls were... And so, I found it curiously exciting again as I looked forward, kind of, to giving them my next performance. I was relaxing again and letting my hidden fantasy feelings come to the fore. My girl dominated, orgasm hangover was almost over.

After another run through of my song, I was pretty confident that I had the words committed to memory. For safe keeping I folded the note back up and put it in the pencil case on top of my desk. I put my copy of the boys' code in there too. If I was playing with fire, I wanted to make sure the blaze could only start in one place.

Once more, I began to use Princess Leia to dominate and humiliate more male action figures belonging to the imagined Boys' Rebel Alliance, and she 'spoke' to me again...

"Phillipa... it's time for you to put on your panties..." I said in her voice. I shook my head in silent protest. "Do it... or you'll get a spanking... don't be shy..." So I reluctantly reached under my bed and pulled out the light blue panties I had stuffed under there the previous evening. I opened them out and looked at them... a curious naughty thrill passing through my body... "If you want all the girls to stop lookin' at your willy... then put the panties on like a good girl..." I teased myself with Leia's voice.

Clumsily and just like a boy, I put my feet into the leg holes of the panties, crouching down. My genitals were tingling, my penis stiff as a board. My cheeks were crimson as I began to stand up, pulling the panties up my legs with me... over my knees and finally snugly into place at my hips... My modest erection poked out of the top of the panties and I adjusted myself by cramming the hairless obstruction down into the panties as best I could...

I moved to stand and pose in the mirror of the wardrobe, embarrassed and yet turned on too. I became quite bashful at how I looked wearing girls' panties... and a little ashamed at how it made me feel all tingly and naughty. I mimicked how I imagined a girl would pose in just her panties, legs and knees together, leaning forward slightly to blow a kiss, and even did a twirl for my own amusement, and of course that of Princess Leia too.

'Just like a girl...' I thought to myself and then giggled.

"Just like a girl..." I finally said out loud, changing my voice to sound like a real girl... exactly how Caroline The Hutt sounded... I was horrified at how convincing my voice was and the girlish posing I performed in the mirror. Self conscious and embarrassed, I stripped them off quickly again and tossed them back under my bed... Boyish denial had struck me. I really was playing with fire...

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It was about six o'clock in the evening and the stormy weather had finally passed. Mum and I had a quiet dinner and dessert before I excused myself and went for my bath. No sooner was I up to my neck in a very bubbly bath (I had a bad habit of putting too much bubble bath in the water) when I was vaguely aware of voices downstairs... My mum and another voice I couldn't make out. I thought nothing of it and closed my eyes to relax and consider my thoughts.

A few moments later, I heard the bathroom door open and it made me sit up in the frothy, bubble ridden water. It was my mum... and trooping in behind her, was Emma. Emma Smart! Well, as you can imagine, I was blushing scarlet in an instant at the thought of a girl seeing me in the bath. I mean, okay, I was buried deep under a moonscape of frothy bubbles, but still, this was a girl... in MY bathroom!

"M-mum... Emma... woah! Stop... w-what are you doing?" I stammered in shock, subconsciously holding my hands over my privates under the water... you know, just in case the wicked north wind decided to blow all the bubbles away at that very moment.

"Oh Emma just popped round to say hello and see if you were feeling any better. She's bought you a bar of chocolate, which I've put in the fridge for you... Emma's been quite worried about you, haven't you dear?" my mum smiled warmly at the girl invader.

"Yes Miss Powell," she replied respectfully, then looked at me with a hidden, mischievous smile at the sight of me in the bath tub. It was also the first time I had heard my mum referred to by her maiden name since the divorce. That in itself made me feel a little sad and defensive.

"But mum! She's a girl!" I protested in disbelief that my mum would even entertain the notion of a girl being allowed upstairs in our home, let alone inside the bathroom while I was naked and in the bath. It was incredulous. It kind of felt like the end of the world starting all over again...

"And she's a very sensible girl Phillip..." my mum replied straight away.

"But mum... she might, see me..." I said more quietly, looking down into the bubbles, blushing and embarrassed at how stupid I sounded.

"Well, sooner or later, everyone goes to the zoo Phillip. I'm sure Emma doesn't mind, do you sweety?"

"Not one bit Miss Powell..." she smiled at me, looking into my eyes and then into the water as though she had x-ray vision and could see through the bubbles after all. She smirked playfully at me, enjoying my obvious and overt embarrassment. "I've seen lots of naked boys before, it's no big deal, really... In fact, when I visit my cousins, Emily who's twelve, and me, get to bath her brother Thomas all the time... He's ten and a half, and he doesn't mind... Honestly Phillipa, boys have nothing special to hide or be ashamed of between their legs, do they Miss Powell?" Emma smirked at me again and winked knowingly. She was lying and she knew it... AND worse still, she used my Girls' Club name in front of my mum... damn it... I hoped mum wouldn't notice and ask questions that were impossible and too humiliating for me to answer.

"That's very true Emma, and I have to say how impressed I am to see such an astute and mature attitude... Some girls who are quite a bit older than you still giggle and tease a boy if they see him naked... "

"But mum I'm eleven! I'm a boy!" I gasped, desperate to get them to leave the bathroom... "Emma's a girl and she's eleven too! It's private... I'm in the bath!"

"Oh stop blushing and fussing... it really is far too cute..." my mum chuckled, waving away my protest like my privacy was the most irrelevant thing at that moment. "That bath is full to the brim with bubbles so she can't see your 'little difference' anyway... Young boys like you shouldn't be so modest... It won't be that long until you get a steady girlfriend and then you'll only be too eager to show her what you've got wriggling down there..." With that she put her hand into the water and flicked a little up at my face, making me blush again and become not a little exasperated and cross!

"MUMMY stop! I mean... Mum... stop it!" I blustered, correcting myself, and feeling embarrassed for using the word 'mummy.' Such a childish name that I was too old to use now that I was eleven.

"Oh you're so delightful when you're being teased..." mum giggled, leaning down to kiss my forehead... As she pulled away, she sniffed at the air... "Good lord! That's MY bubble bath in there young man! You really do want to get clean don't you? And using ladies' bubble bath... Hmmmm... are you trying to turn into a girl?"

"Mum, stop it! Please!" I begged weakly, wishing I was fully clothed and back in the safety of my bedroom. Emma giggled at my discomfort as I blushed scarlet. I was feeling totally outnumbered, just like I did in the Girls' Club hut. Only this time, my mum was part of the unfolding scenario... the woman who should stop all this horror from happening. It was almost as though she were condoning it... encouraging it...

"Oh stop fussing young man! Emma just stopped by to see how you were... So I'll leave you two alone for a while..." And before I could protest, she was gone. The door clunked closed behind her. I was stuck in the bath now at the mercy of Emma. The towel I had put out to use and my clean PJs were on the rail on the opposite wall and the only way I could retrieve either was to climb out of the bath and expose myself to Emma... my darling dream girl... A GIRL... in the process.

There followed an awkward couple of moments where time seemed to slow down to a crawl... I looked sheepishly at Emma, and she looked victoriously at me, knowing that she had all the power over me at that moment. I blushed harder and struggled to look at her. It was too embarrassing to look into her giggling, amused eyes... and even more so to try and get on with my bath... Finally, Emma's girlish confidence shone through and resolved the matter for me...

"We missed you today, Phillip," Emma said sweetly. I was so happy that she used my actual name... and not that girl's name I had been given in the Club... "Are you really poorly, or is it something else?" I was silent in response, feeling my heart racing in my chest as I slowly looked up from the bubbly water and into my sweetheart's eyes. Somehow, she encouraged me to look at her and to speak.

"Y-you shouldn't be here..." I said quietly and with obvious embarrassment. "I'm... n-naked..."

"Well d'uh!!" she giggled playfully. "You're in the bath, so of course you're naked, dummy! It's nothing to be scared or embarrassed about... I mean, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before is it?"

"But..." I began, my words failing me for a moment. "This is different... you're here... in my house... in MY bathroom..."

"It's no different Phillip... you're part of our Club now... I know it can be a little difficult for boys around here..."

'A little?' I thought, wanting to shout it out loud and make my point heard.

"But you're still a member and you're important to us... And so we really did miss you today, honest..."

"'We' missed me? Or how about 'you' missed me?" I replied quickly without thinking.

"I missed you..." Emma confirmed with a friendly smile. My heart skipped a beat in it's excitement, that little exchange was pure Star Wars... my Han Solo talking to Emma's Princess Leia in the south passage of the Hoth rebel base in The Empire Strikes Back...' Emma missed me!

"Yesterday was horrible..." I revealed, swallowing solemnly and looking down into the bubbly water. "I mean... what you girls did to me... what you've been doing all week... What you made me do... and say... I... erm... I don't want to go back... I feel... I feel shit Emma..." Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes and I could see Emma recognised it. "Why wouldn't they stop? The massage device I mean... Why wouldn't they stop? You were holding me down too... helping them... and they... wouldn't stop... I was crying!"

"I can understand how difficult it might be for you Phillip... being a boy in a girls' club, especially a club like ours with our beliefs..." Emma replied softly but with intent. "I guess that part with the massager got a little out of hand with you yesterday. You'll never get the girls to apologise for that though... It's nothing that hasn't happened to boy members before... It's important that boys in the Club... and the Village understand fully the true status of girls compared with boys... That is, that girls are superior in every way, and boys just aren't..."

"But..." I said quietly, trying to interject, but feeling naturally subservient.

"And boys need to be shown just how superior girls really are... even if sometimes the boy can't handle it and he starts to cry. Boys have to learn Phillip... Some would call it being cruel to be kind... The Big Book Of Boy Secrets calls it 'character building.' We're girls, not savages Phillip... we'd never really, really hurt you..."

"But it did hurt! It hurt my w-willy!" I blustered, still fighting back the threat of tears.

"Okay... like I said, it did get a little out of hand... Despite Caroline's teasing, a boy has never lasted as long as you did without crying when the massager was touching your willy. And of course, there's no way that Caroline in particular would ever let a boy beat her... You just shocked her a little... surprised her... and she reacted..."

"But..." I tried to say something again but couldn't find the words. Despite my better judgement, I was somehow being 'talked round' into accepting what happened as perfectly justified and normal...

'It was my own fault...' I mused silently, biting my lip. 'Caroline wasn't expecting me to last so long... the girls thought I did better than expected... I made them angry... it's all your own fault Phillip...'

And then came the sweetener...

"I really did bring you a bar of chocolate... Dairy Milk... and I've brought your Millennium Falcon back too... it's downstairs in the lounge... and all your action figures that were inside too."

"Wh-what?" I asked curiously. "You're letting me have them back? I'm free?"

"Well, officially, you'll always be a member of our club now... but it's up to you whether or not you attend the meetings at the usual times appropriate for boy members... And the rules say that girls are in charge away from the Club house too, so just so we're clear... who rules Phillipa? Girls... or boys?"

"Oh Emma... please don't..." I blushed quietly. "This is my home..."

"Remember your manners Phillipa..." she teased me.

"Miss Emma... please don't... not here..." This was a different kind of female invasion into my life. The Club and the woods were one thing. This was my own home... my safety haven now invaded by a dominant girl... Even if she was a hoped for sweetheart, I wasn't quite ready to accept such feminism in my own home. "It's embarrassing and... I don't like being teased all the time... and how you make me feel bad to be boy... and <sniffle> when you hurt my... <blush>... hurt my willy..."

"Well, like I said... boys have to learn their place here and realise that being a boy isn't to be special and certainly doesn't mean that you're in charge... Sometimes its going to mean learning things that you don't want to hear, and you'll try hard to deny that they're true... And sometimes, to really learn the lessons, you have to feel it for real... and sometimes that is going to be painful..." Emma said with quiet confidence, reeling me in. "But hey, you get to have some fun too don't you? There are lots of times you get to feel... good hmmmm? You like it when we touch your willy and make it hard... and when you get to have an orgasm... you like that don't you?" she finished quickly.

"Yes, but..."

"Well there you are Phillipa... girls and boys can get along happily together, so long as boys know and accept their place as slaves to girls... Just like men are all slaves to women too... We'll always make sure you get to feel good in your willy... So who rules Phillipa... girls, or boys?"

"G-girls... Miss Emma," I whispered with shame...

"Good boy... now say the boys' code, just so we're clear that you're still a member of our Club..."

"Oh gosh... I... errm... I..." I blustered, blushing like crazy at this whole invasion of my privacy. It felt very uncomfortable... but I forced myself to do it. It was the only way things would move along wasn't it? By doing what a girl instructed... it was the only way forward...

"Girls are in charge, boys are not..." I whispered as quietly as I thought Emma would permit me. I didn't want my mum to hear me, or know just how far her little boy had fallen into the trap of girlish dominion. "Boys... are slaves... girls are not... Girls rule forever... and boys obey... Because girls are better, in every way..."

"Good boy!" Emma beamed proudly at me as I cowered in the bathtub, my modesty spared by the profusion of feminine scented soapy bubbles. To my surprise, she came over to the side of the bath and knelt down, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "You're so sweet... I really hope you come back to Club Phillip... I know you like me... we have a lot more in common than you think... Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Suddenly, her hand snaked into the water. I tensed and drew my knees together, holding my crotch tightly in my hands, scared that she was going to touch my boyish privates.

"Em... Emma... errmm... Miss Emma... what are you doing? Noo! Don't..." I gasped and stammered. "What about my mum? Nooo... you can't! Not here... please!"

"Awww, don't be shy..." she giggled, feeding her excitement with my obvious feelings of humiliation. "I've already seen and touched everything you've got down there... Let me help you finish your bath... it might be fun if you let me make you feel good... Hmmm?"

"Oh gosh... nooo!!! I don't want to get in trouble... what about my mum?"

"Shhhh... you silly boy... You won't get in trouble for letting me help you... but you might get in trouble if you refuse to co-operate... Girls are in charge remember?" She withdrew her hand from the water and took hold of the pink sponge on the side of the bath... "What's it going to be Phillip? A 'nice' bath... or a spanking from the girls?"

Oh god folks... what a choice to be given... A boy having to decide whether to let a girl he likes bath him, or take a spanking from all the girls in the Club house... It was a choice that Hobson would have been proud of.

'I wouldn't mind so much if Emma got naked and jumped into the bath with me... at least then I'd get to...' I thought.

"Well?" she smirked, sensing the mental battle going on inside my mind.

Slowly, I breathed out and allowed my body to relax, my knees parting, my legs stretching out and my eyes closing...

"Okay," I whispered and braced myself for the humiliation of being bathed by a girl. And so it began, Emma soaked the sponge in the soapy water and set about giving me my bath... Since Emma was a girl, I just knew that she was going to be very thorough with the task, and so it was.

As she soaped over my back and chest with the sponge, I discussed a few things with Emma, letting her know how I felt about certain aspects of how I was being treated by the girls at the Club and the insecurities I had about it all. I explained how it made me feel to strip naked in front of all the girls each time, or to say bad things about being a boy and having to admit that girls were best. I even explained how I played with my Star Wars stuff now, with Princess Leia in charge of all the boys.

Emma had an answer for everything... like it was so well practiced... and it became so obvious that I certainly wasn't the first boy to have been a member of the Club. But I always got the feeling that there was so much more that she, and the other girls were keeping secret. There was still more to all of this than I had currently experienced or been exposed to... I just knew it.

I was a little more relaxed about having a girl give me a bath, and my curiosity caught me again, this time about what Emma had said to my mum when they first came into the bathroom...

"Do you... really... you know... you and your cousin... bath that other boy?" I asked, not sure if I should be scared or embarrassed on behalf of the boy or if I should accept the secret arousal I was feeling at the thought of a boy being bathed by two girls like that. I guess I felt a little jealous that another boy was being 'treated' by Emma in particular... "Do you... you know... touch him?"

"Yes... it's good fun... for us girls anyway..." Emma smiled proudly. "And I guess for him too now he's gotten used to it..."

"But how did it start? I mean... surely it must have been... really horrible... for him... having to let two girls... you know..."

"Shhhh..." she soothed, gently rinsing over my back with the flannel. "Okay, I'll tell you..." And so, Emma explained what happened...

--
Emma, Emily And Tommy -
Over the previous Easter, Emma's mother was going to be kept busy working with farm animals giving birth in the area in which she covered in her veterinary duties and so Emma went to spend the holiday at her aunt's in Weltby. Her cousins were Emily, twelve, and Thomas (Tommy) who was ten. Emma had her eleventh birthday, earlier in December.

Emily and Tommy's father had left home some time previously as part of a marriage break up and being Easter, their mother was out running errands after the main bank holiday closedown. As a consequence, Emily and Emma had been left in charge of the boy. The three of them normally got on very well...

The three children had been playing dominoes and the girls kept winning. Tommy had become a little restless and 'bratty,' accusing the girls of cheating. Of course, the girls hadn't been cheating, but they were colluding to make sure that one of them or both of them always beat the boy! Although the girls fully explained that they weren't cheating to Tommy, he just couldn't accept defeat at the hands of girls.

And that was Tommy's Swiss cheese moment...

To punish him for being a sore loser, the two girls started a tickle game against him... He found it amusing at first until the tickling began to make him breathless and unable to stop himself from laughing... He asked them to stop... but they didn't... He quickly escalated his pleas, and begged them to stop... But the girls didn't...

"We're gonna keep tickling you until you apologise for calling Emma and me cheats!" Emily giggled as her fingers jabbed into the sides of Tommy's tummy. "And that we beat you fair and square!"

"And we'll still keep tickling you until you admit that girls are better than boys!" Emma added, tickling her fingers into the boy's armpits.

"No way! Arrgghhh-ha-haa-haaa! I'll never give in! Boys are better! Ahhh-haah-ha-haaa! Boys are better than GIRLS! Ahhh-haaah-ha-haaa!! And you cheated!" Tommy shouted between the enforced bouts of laughter. Of course, Tommy was soon overpowered by the tickling he was receiving from the two girls, unable to control his laughter, and increasingly struggling to fight off four fiendish hands of girlish, merciless tickles.

As the three of them scuffled and wrestled, Tommy slinked and squirmed off the sofa and onto the floor and tried defensively to curl into a ball to protect himself from the tickling fingers of his preteen female assailants. To his chagrin though, Emily was much stronger than Tommy and she was able to lay him out flat while he was distracted by his uncontrollable laughter. Inspired by wrestling matches she saw on television, she sat down on the boy's tummy, holding his wrists to the floor in a schoolgirl pin, while Emma tickled him mercilessly under the armpits. He giggled and squealed but wouldn't submit...

"Submit Tommy... admit that girls are better!" Emily snickered, looking down at her blushing, struggling younger brother. She was enjoying the excitement of overpowering a boy like that and seeing the turmoil on his face. It tingled in her special girl places... her nipples and in her cunny. Treating a boy like this was a new sensation for her, and she realised right away that she liked it...

"No way are girls <ahhh-ha-ha-ha!> better... you keep cheating... <haaa-ha-ha-haarrgh> or just get lucky every time!" Tommy still wouldn't apologise, or admit to girl supremacy... So Emma tickled down his sides and then began to get as excited as Emily. No stranger to humiliating and controlling boys, Emma decided to raise the stakes to ensure her next victory. She started dancing her fingers over his inner thighs and then tickling and groping over his privates... She was tickling and squeezing him gently while Emily held him down and teased him about how girls had beaten him over and over... and fairly!

"You got beat by girls Tommy!" Emily giggled. "And you can't stand it! You can't handle it can you?? Well guess what... GIRLS are taking over! GIRLS are in charge!" Although Emma was tickling his privates, his sister's words seemed to make him squeal in denial and wriggle around even more.

So Emily turned round on her brother's tummy and bounced up and down, still making it impossible for Tommy to get up. She was now tickling her younger brother between the legs too, and Emma moved to trap his ankles and stop him from kicking out... Emma was feeling resourceful and pealed off Tommy's socks... She held them up to his face and made the boy smell them... Although they were clean on that morning, Tommy acted as though it was the worst thing a girl could make him do. Somehow, he still believed this was just another game.

Emma began to tickle the bottom of his left foot with her fingernails... raking them back and forth over the sole of his foot... His toes curled instantly to try and get them away.

"Stop it, stop it!" Tommy protested vehemently between his enforced fits of giggles and laughter. "You'll get spanked for this! I'll tell mummy you both touched my gooly..." He clearly thought he now had some leverage and power over the girls. How wrong he was.

"No you won't..." Emily teased back with confidence... squeezing the stiffened little bulge between his legs with amusement and continuing to bounce up and down on his tummy... "No, instead, you're going to admit that girls are better than boys and then we'll let you go..."

"No way! Ahhhh-ha-hahaa!" Tommy fussed, forcibly giggling as his sister let go of his privates and grabbed hold of his other foot. Now both girls were tickling the soles of his feet. Amazingly brave, or stupid, Tommy maintained his boyishly proud resistance.

Soon though, the tickling of his feet became so comprehensive and unbearable... coupled with the feeling of his sister's bottom bouncing up and down on his tummy that he suddenly felt the urge to pee...

"Stop it, stop it please!" he begged and panicked... He was no longer laughing, he was whining, squirming and grimacing. He began to cry. "I'm gonna... Nooooooo!!! Please... okay.... girls are better than boys! Nooooo... STOP! I admit it, I admit it! Please stop... I admit it... girls are better than boys!" The girls instantly stopped tickling, and began giggling about their total victory... Little did they realise just how big their victory was going to be...

It was too late for young Tommy... he was wetting his pants... The wet patch quickly spread uncontrollably across the front of his chino shorts... Both girls saw it and giggled openly at Tommy about being a dirty little baby boy while he helplessly continued to pee... He couldn't stop it... the weight of his sister pressing down on his tummy with her bottom somehow seemed to stop the bladder muscles from working properly to prevent the flow...

"I hate you," Tommy sobbed at his sister... his shorts and underpants now totally sodden as the last of his pee trickled out...

--
"God Emma! He peed all over the carpet?" I gasped and asked with curious horror and boyish empathy.

"No..." Emma giggled ruefully. "Fortunately, we were all in the lounge which has a bare wooden floor... that's where Tommy was laying down with his sister sitting on his tummy. Lucky there was no carpet I guess. That would have ended the game real quick wouldn't it?"

And she continued with the story...

--
"You may well hate me Tommy... but I got what I wanted from you..." Emily teased, climbing off her younger brother's tummy and kneeled down next to him, making sure he could see her... "I got you to admit that girls are better! <he-he-he> And now, what's stopping ME from telling mum and all your friends that you... a ten year old boy... got tickled by two girls and pissed your pants!? Hmmmm? What about that?"

Tommy was shocked into a tearful silence. He knew how shameful it sounded... and how shameful it was for him as a boy, even a younger boy. He was ten (and a half...) and shouldn't be wetting his pants even if he was being tickled. He'd never live it down.

"Please don't tell..." Tommy begged, still crying openly as his sister looked down at him, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"We won't tell, if you promise to do what we say..." Emily said conspiratorially...

"I will, I will... I'll do anything..." he sniffled quickly, immediately surrendering all of his Swiss cheese to the girls, and thus so easily sealing his fate...

It was only much later that night, when the girls were whispering before going to sleep that Emily confessed to Emma that she had felt 'really good' about what they had done to Tommy and it had caused her to tingle crazily in her secret girl places... Further, she wanted to do more stuff to Tommy as it seemed like such good fun to do these kind of things to a boy - the so called 'dominant and better sex.' It was then that Emma confessed her own feelings too and revealed what happened in Langton Magna with the Girls' Club... and how the girls knew they were superior to boys and how they treated any boy members... She also revealed what the girls in the Club did to boys they snared at school or while on holiday...

Emily also confessed to Emma later that there was no way she would have risked getting herself into trouble by telling her mum about the tickling game that went too far and ended up in Tommy being groped and then wetting himself. That could have landed both girls in a lot of trouble... but Tommy didn't need to know that, and he was too dumb to figure that out on his own anyway. But back to Tommy's Swiss cheese meltdown...

"Okay then... Emma and I are going to give you a bath... and you better behave, or I'll tell..." There was obviously some protest from Tommy about them both being girls but he finally relented for fear of what his mum and friends might say...

The girls escorted Tommy into the bathroom and started filling the bath. They made Tommy stand still with his arms in the air as they pealed off his t-shirt...

"Put your hands on your head Tommy," Emma said, turning to nod at the other girl and taking the lead. The boy complied. "There's a good boy..." Then Emma unfastened his wet shorts and pulled them down leaving him in just his soggy underpants. "Don't be shy now Tommy... we're big girls aren't we?"

"But you'll see m-my th-thingy..." Tommy blushed, totally crestfallen and with such watery looking eyes that told the girls he was about to cry again at the mere thought of them getting to see his private parts.

"Yes we will!" Emma smirked, making sure that the boy knew she was smirking, and enjoying it, emphasising her power and superiority without using words. "But Tommy... it's only your willy... and it's really nothing special... not like our 'girl things...'"

"And anyway, it's only two girls that will see..." Emily added brightly. "Be a good boy, and nobody else needs to know... it will be our little secret won't it?"

With the bath now deep enough, Emily turned off the taps and checked the temperature... She nodded at Emma, confirming that it was time.

"Hold still, you can't go in the bath in these dirty pissy boy panties..." Emma smiled cheekily, deliberately trying to humiliate the boy. She grabbed hold of his underpants at the waistband, and before he could protest, in one quick motion, she pulled them right down to his ankles... His hairless little penis and ball sac were now exposed for the two girls to view and barely stifle their excited giggles. Tommy was in shock and made no attempt to cover himself...

Emma and Emily thought it was a glorious sight, and managed to get a long, lingering look at his bare naked private parts before he suddenly found his modesty and his hands flew to cover his groin...

"Step out of your dirty panties," Emma instructed, and Tommy quickly complied. Emily picked up the dirty clothing and put them in the linen hamper.

"Hey, he's covering up!" Emily said with disappointment.

"Get your hands back up on your head Tommy!" Emma instructed firmly. "We've already seen your little boy worm... You have nothing to keep hidden from us now..."

"B-but you'll..." Tommy began tearfully...

"Do it! Hands on your head, right now! Show us your willy... or we'll tell!" Emily joined in, firmly instructing her younger brother and adding more than a playful threat of further shameful recriminations if he didn't obey...

"Ohhh-kay..." Tommy sniffled and looked down at the floor, and then slowly complied. He was obviously ashamed to have two girls now looking at his private parts as his hands interlinked on top of his head. The powerful crimson flush of dark pink burned his cheeks. He wanted to cry as he felt the two girls' looking directly between his legs, right at his very boyishness... in all it's hairless immaturity. Apart from wetting his pants not five minutes earlier, this was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him.

Tommy looked so cute and all sorry and defeated, standing there, bare naked in front of the two girls dominating him... He looked down at the floor with his hands on his head and his legs together... almost like a soldier standing to attention... His penis was so delicate and weak looking... still fully hairless, boyish and smooth. The tip was covered with a tight looking foreskin... Underneath was Tommy's scrotum, it had the look of a baby boy's... It was a feeble looking, pink and wrinkly little pouch with no real sign of any little treasures inside... a long way yet from starting his puberty.

"Jump in the bath then nudie boy..." Emma teased with a girlish giggle, momentarily rubbing a hand between her legs to savour her secret, cherished sexual feelings.

--
At this point, as Emma recounted her story about bathing Tommy to me while I was in the bath myself, she started to wash me in the same way she was describing their actions with Tommy... Over my back again with the soapy sponge... over my shoulders... my chest... my nipples... my navel, including soaping and fingering around in there... And then it was time for what Emma had been looking forward to most...

"Stand up Phillipa... don't be shy... it's time to wash your middle..."

Slowly, I stood up in the bath, the bubbles still just about covering my privates from Emma's view, though the very tip of my penis was exposed to her, poking out like a little pink flag betraying the stiffness of the 'twig' hidden by the bubbles. The aroma of the feminine bath bubbles filled the air and reminded me of the shameful yet erotic atmosphere of the scenario I was part of right then. I was an eleven year old boy, submitting to the act of being bathed by a girl my own age... all while she told me a story way beyond my wildest dreams... The story of another young hero, surrendering to the dominance of his girlish superiors. Like it was the most natural thing in the whole world.

"Oooh Phillipa," Emma giggled as she wiped away the bubbles covering my penis... "You're all stiff right here." At that, she applied the sponge to my penis and gripped both the sponge and my cock at the same time, making me gasp and blush. It felt so naughty, but oh so tingly too. "Are you enjoying my story?"

"Y-yes..." I panted as she began to clean my penis and scrotum. She gripped a little too hard briefly... "Ow... my willy is still a little sore, Miss Emma." So she put the sponge down and began to use a flannel instead to wash over me. It felt a little softer than the sponge and of course the direct touch of her fingers.

Emma continued her tale while she cleaned my stiff little boy-tail...

--
As Emma cleaned her younger boy cousin's penis, it obviously involved touching him as she applied the soap and rinsed it off, repeating the process thoroughly several times. It would come as no surprise that the poor boy quickly succumbed to a powerful little erection, his penis almost instantly stiffening as the girl stroked her soapy hand back and forth over the fleshy little shaft. Although he didn't know what the girl was doing, Emma was actually wanking Tommy off. She was diddling him...

Tommy gasped and panted as Emma masturbated him with her soapy hands, and he had a dreamy, dazed look of contentment on his face finally. Pleasure was building within him and he was making gentle hip movements to match Emma's stroking hand. Emily watched with curious amazement at how easily Emma was controlling her brother's behaviour, just by 'cleaning' his penis like that.

After a short while, Emma was satisfied that Tommy was now a powerless little worm, firmly caught and wriggling on her fishing hook... so she stopped wanking him and just rinsed off the soap with the sponge. Tommy's face instantly changed as the pleasure he was experiencing waned away with the water... He suddenly remembered his situation...

"W-why did you stop?" he blushed, ashamed that he secretly liked what Emma had been doing with his willy, and even more shamefully, actually wanted her to carry on...

"I stopped because I'm in charge!" Emma smirked at the boy's obvious immediate enslavement to his newly discovered feelings of sexual arousal. "You're not ready to feel good in that thing yet... It's time to get you spotlessly clean first... just like a girl... Then we'll have some more fun with your little... 'gooly...'" Hearing Emma use Tommy's own word for his boy-thing made Emily laugh. "Hold still..." Emma cautioned, looking right into Tommy's eyes, and then turned to look at Emily... "Watch what I do closely Emily... this is how girls need to look after little boys..."

Emma rubbed the soap between her fingers and took hold of the shaft of his little hairless erection. She quickly circled her fingertip into the funnel at the tip of his tight foreskin. She knew from the Big Book Of Boy Secrets that tight foreskins could be worked with quite easily, and just needed 'working out' a little. As her fingertip circled the very tip of his cock, Tommy squirmed and tried to wriggle away, the muscles in his buttocks clenched tight and he pressed his knees together...

"Mmmmm... no! Don't! DON'T DO THAT! Stop it!! Aggghhhh..." he panted and whimpered with discomfort. "Not there! Noooo!" All of a sudden, the most humiliating moment of his life had just been usurped, and now it was also the most terrifying moment of his life. He really didn't like the feeling of Emma's finger circling around the tip of his penis... he was afraid that she was trying to worm her finger right into his little pee-slit.

"Hold still and let me do it!" Emma cautioned him more sternly. "You have to get as clean as a girl, now that you've shamefully peed your pants like a little boy..." With the lubrication made from the soap coating her fingers, she suddenly found that her finger was just about able to work up under the top side hood of his foreskin, and with a little push, her finger was finally inside, rubbing over the top of his covered glans...

"Nnnnngghghh! Nooooooo! Please don't! I don't like it! Take it out!" Tommy begged, breaking down into tearful distress, humiliating him even more as he lilted from foot to foot. "Stop it... please! STOP IT!" A girl was firmly in control of him now, and he couldn't stop her. Tommy was now like a powerless puppet.

Giggling at Tommy's ongoing and obvious distress, Emma took pride in what she was doing, sharing knowing glances with her girl cousin as she fingered around inside the helpless boy's foreskin... getting him 'clean...' Her girlish fingertip rubbed over the top side of his tingling glans, then down and around each side, stroking along the stretched tight frenulum that neatly attached the loosening sheath of foreskin to the stiffened shaft of his penis.

"Noooo... Pllleeaasee! Stop it! STOP it!" Tommy bawled, helpless to stop the girl doing what she wanted with his prized genitals. Uncomfortable and new sensations coursed through his loins as his girl cousin dominated him in this way.

"Remind us Tommy," Emma smirked gleefully. "Who are better? Girls... or boys?"

"Please stop! <sniff> Awwww... Noooo! <sniff> Girls are... Nnggghh... girls are better, <sniff>" he cried.

"And don't you ever forget it," Emma affirmed, running the tip of her finger over the top of his now soap-slippery glans one last time, before withdrawing from his foreskin.

"Ohhhh... Nngggghhh... <sniff> Ahhhhh..." Tommy gasped with relief, taking a deep breath. His relief was short-lived however, the two girls were not nearly done with him yet. Both girls stared directly at his 'impressive' yet still immature erection sprouting 'proudly' from his crotch. It was saluting both of the girls... offering the most respect it could muster for it's new conqueresses.

"Don't be such a little baby..." Emma said with confident disdain, never once letting her eyes wander away from the most boyish, private and interesting part of her subject's body. "It really wasn't so bad was it? Hmmmm? Your little willy is all stiff and poking right out to say hello to Emily and me... That means you liked it... didn't you?"

"Noooo! <sniff> It's horrible... let me go... please!" he blushed with unconvincing denial and continued to whimper, his crying now having started to diminish slightly.

"Ha-ha! Of course you liked it... We know all about boys... don't we Emily?"

"Yep... we sure do!" Emily giggled along, when in truth, this was as much a revelation for her as it was a new ordeal for her younger brother.

"And a stiff willy like yours... means only one thing for a boy... ANY boy in fact..." Emma smirked knowingly, picking up the soap and lathering her hands once more... "It means a boy is excited... and he likes it a lot! So no more lies Tommy..." With that, she reached out again to grasp his freely standing erection in her hands and in one steady motion, tugged his foreskin right back... fully into place behind the glans...

"Aggghhhh!! Nooo! <sniff> Don't!" Tommy whimpered again, once more shocked at what a girl was doing to his prized penis. "Mmmmm! Stop it!" Having stretched it fully back, Emma demonstrated her expertise in boy-handling and promptly ushered the foreskin back into it's normal position, covering the soapy-slippery tip of his cock... before then pulling forward on the foreskin... stretching it the other way... "Mmmmmm, noooooo!!! <sniff> Please!!! I'm sorry I wet my pants... stop it!! <sniff> I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Sssshhhh Tommy... we know you're sorry... just let her do it!" Emily chastised her younger brother, eager to learn from her very knowledgeable younger cousin.

"But I DON'T like it!" Tommy insisted, his protests weakening to become gasps of disbelief as his girl cousin repeatedly pulled back his foreskin with her slippery fingers, first stretching it one way, then tugging forward and stretching it the other way. Gradually, it was working looser, and looser... which of course was Emma's plan.

Emma paused a moment to apply more soap to her palms, noting that Tommy had stopped crying and was much more willing now to let her continue. He was as stiff as a board and softly grunting when she tugged his foreskin right back one final time, satisfied that she had loosened him up satisfactorily. With a playful, satisfied giggle, she soaped all over the little pre-pubescent purple-pink glans in front of her...

"Good boy Tommy..." Emma said softly, allowing her pleased gaze to look up along his fully naked body and into his regretful and embarrassed eyes as he stood there naked in the bath in front her. Her new puppet-boy. He could do nothing but let her touch him. His body 'welcomed' the attention, that much was obvious... but there was so much horror and conflict in his mind... It shouldn't be allowed... it wasn't allowed... it was very, very naughty... but it was feeling so good... right there in his private parts... His prized penis... "It's only your penis... It's really nothing special... Tell him Emily..." Emma returned her gaze to the boy's soap slickened genitals.

"<giggle> It's just your penis Tommy... Your little boy penis... It's nothing special..."

Tommy blushed at the girls' words, feeling his whole world of masculinity crashing down around him, and feeling very vulnerable and exposed when Emma's hands left his cock alone again. Taking little more than a handful of words and some groping from Emma, the boy had surrendered to his domination by the two girls... and lost any pride that he had in being a possessor of a penis between his legs. It wasn't anything special... It wasn't a special part of his body after all... it was just something that girls could humiliate him with... Being a boy really wasn't to be special after all... It could be very embarrassing to be a boy.

As Tommy stood up naked in the bath in front of the two girls with his skinned back erection in full salute, the deeper, most horrifying thought coursing through his mind was that if girls really were in charge of things, then perhaps, to be a girl was better... But he knew that he could never be a girl. If girls really were better than boys, he could never win ever again. Nobody wants to be an endless loser... What a trauma for a ten year old to carry.

"Nearly done with your willy..." Emma said, reaching forward and placed her finger right on the tip of his glans, nestling at his pee-hole. Tommy gasped once more, taking a deep breath and bracing himself. Then Emma drew the foreskin back into place and used her soapy finger to squirm up inside and rub over the top of his little concealed again private helmet.

--
Emma explained to me how she continued to finger Tommy inside his foreskin, demonstrating it on me as I stood up in front of her in my own bath... I blushed as I allowed myself to be controlled and 'inspected' in the same way I was accustomed to experiencing in the Club hut. Only this time, just like she was telling me about Tommy, she used soap and bubble-bath foam.

If I had been in any doubt before about Emma's expertise in handling boys in this way, she demonstrated an un-nerving level of dexterity in doing what she did.

"Mmmmm... Ohhh..." I gasped as Emma removed her finger from inside my foreskin and retracted it fully again... this time making sure to tug and stretch hard against the little banjo string of my frenulum, once more to expose the soapy looking tip... She began to rub a finger over my taut little frenulum.

--
"This Tommy, is called your frenulum..." Emma smirked at Tommy's gasp of shock as he looked down to watch the girl take such confident command of his cock. She knew all about penises... all about boys... and it scared him. There was so much stuff to know about his own body... and yet even though he was a boy, he didn't know anything about his own private parts. But she knew everything.

Emma rubbed a fingertip up and down along the little sensitive slice of flesh that attached his foreskin to the shaft of his penis... making his tummy muscles clench, along with his buttocks.

"Ohhhh god! Noooo! Stop it <gasp> It tickles!" he whimpered as Emma continued to rub up and down along the little bobbled morsel underneath his glans.

"I've heard older boys at school call it their 'banjo string...' <giggle> Should I make it go twang?"

"Nooooooo! DON'T please!" Tommy begged, once more trying to wriggle free from Emma's hand. His fear amused her as much as his obvious arousal. Boys were all such big babies, and so easy to control.

Emma knew that his foreskin would never be as tight as it was again now that she had stretched it, just like it said in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets... Soaping up her hand again, she grasped Tommy's little erection like a table tennis bat and squeezed him tight...

"Ow... please don't... not so hard!" he wailed.

"I'm going to do something nice to you now Tommy..." Emma smiled victoriously at the boy's reaction to her handling. She knew he was learning. "But first... I want you to remind your sister and I who's better... girls... or boys? Hmmm?" For effect, she alternated how tightly she squeezed him, imitating a ticking clock...

"Nnnnngghghh... stop it! I've already <gasp> told you... Don't keep making me say it, please!"

"WHO'S better little pissy boy? Admit it again... do it..."

"I don't want to... Nnngghhh, noooo!! I don't want to play any more..." he whined in protest.

"We're not playing Tommy... now admit it and I'll make you feel good..." Emma said, her tone lightening a little at the promise making him feel good. Despite that, she squeezed tighter than before and the boy wailed in discomfort. The 'carrot' of a chance to somehow 'feel good' brought about Tommy's attitude adjustment.

"Okay, okay... I'll admit it... I'll do it... Aggghhhh... just stop squeezing so hard..." With that, Emma relaxed her grip, relishing her power. "Girls are better than boys..." he conceded quickly as soon as he was able.

"Good boy..." Emma beamed into his forlorn eyes. She could see how much he hated to admit that girls were better... just like all boys hated to learn and admit the truth. But she never grew tired of making boys say it... and teaching them why it was so very true. It made her own girl genitals tingle... right inside, up between the tingly folds of her vulva and that precious little hard spot at the very top... And her nipples... Oh how her nipples stiffened and tingled when she was dominating boys.

"Now, I want you to watch my hand as it touches your willy..." she continued, focussing her attention on his powerless privates. "I'm going to do something to you that will make sure you remember that what you have just admitted to Emily and me is all true... That is, that girls... are way better... than boys..." With that, she started wanking him back and forth with her very soapy hand... and whispered huskily just loud enough that he could hear... "Ohhhh... Yes Tommy... girls are better than boys... in every way you can imagine..."

Gently at first, she masturbated him as he stood there unable to resist the newly discovered pleasurable feelings that were building within him again...

--
I imagined being invisible in that bathroom as I watched Tommy's debasement at the hands of Emma, and right there in front of his sister too... One girl in full control of him... the other one learning the ropes! I empathised with him about his apparent powerlessness to stop two girls from looking at his private parts... but also controlling him and doing all of that stuff to him. And of course, the betrayal going on inside his mind about how unsure he would be about wanting her to stop... even though it was so humiliating.

--
"Mmmmm... ooohhhh... god!" Tommy sighed, starting to move his hips gently in time with Emma's hand around his cock. Just like he had done earlier... The girls knew he was sexually excited... and that meant he was enjoying it. He was actually freely participating now... He was chasing a feeling, a sensation that he didn't even know he could feel. His body somehow demanded something it didn't even know yet existed. He was a boy and he couldn't help it... thrusting his boy-cock into Emma's hands while she diddled him... It was just nature in action... the young male unable to help or resist himself... wanting to feel that special feeling... No matter the cost, a male wanted to feel orgasm... And that's why the girls found it so easy to control boys. Boys... and later men, proved to be nothing more than docile slaves... over and over... just like the book said.

"Deep down, you know you're enjoying what's happening to you..." Emma teased him quietly, reeling him in to her will. "Us girls just know it... You're enjoying all this... aren't you, nudie boy?"

"Ohhh... gosh... Mmmmm... yes... ohhh mmmm... it feels all gooey and... tickly in my..."

"In your little boy willy? Hmmm? Yes... I can tell... You're really quite naughty and stiff..." Emma giggled. This had been one of her easiest victories over boys so far. "This will be our little secret now, won't it Tommy?"

"Y-yes... Mmmmm...." he sighed, his body on auto-pilot while being masturbated by the girl who had conquered him.

"Because I would hate to think that we would have to tell everyone about your little pissy accident hmmmm?"

"I won't tell... Mmmmm... ohhhh... I promise..." Tommy gasped insistently.

"Good boy..." Emma said, winking at Emily, the victory almost totally assured. "Now, I'm going to speed up a little... don't be afraid... Boys are always a little scared the first time a girl plays with his penis and shows him what to do with it... I promise you though, it'll feel really good... just our little secret... Okay?" With that, she gripped his penis a little more firmly in her grasp, and quickened the pace slightly to encourage him.

"Ohhhhhh y-yes... <gasp> Mmmm... I won't tell... honest..." Tommy replied breathlessly, feeling Emma's hand masturbate him more thoroughly now... his cock now enslaved by a girl.

"But you have to make a promise Tommy..." Emma said with intent, almost letting go of his penis to ensure his attention was focussed on her and what she was about to say. She was going to make him obey... "When it feels really good... like the most tickly and dreamy thing you've ever felt before in your body... right here in your little willy... I want you to focus real hard, and remember that girls are better... and that it was me... a girl... who made you feel good for the first time... okay?"

"Mmmmm... <gasp> ohhhhhh... I don't... w-want... ohhhhh god... st-stop... please..." he mumbled between bouts of breath, never once trying to pull himself away from Emma's hand. And so, the girl began to quicken the pace of her masturbation further still, making sure to rub the soapiness in her clenched palm all over the reddened, fully aroused glans of his immature penis.

"You have to promise Tommy... or I really will stop..." Emma grinned at the obvious turmoil in his mind.

"Mmmm... ohhhh-kay... I pr-promise... Ohhh..." Tommy gasped, his hips gyrating under the control of his older conqueress. "Oh god... Mmmmm... ohhhhh.... ohhhhh..."

Suddenly, Tommy's climax hit him like a train... There was more powerful excitement and sensation in his boyish privates than he had ever known. It was the start of his very first orgasm.

"Oh god... ohhh, oh... ohhh..." he whimpered, losing control of his hips... losing control of his body... and in fact, not that it was in his control anyway, but also losing control of the surprising new sensations racing through his loins...

Tommy nearly lost his balance as Emma finally let go of his penis and he experienced the tailing off of his very first, dreamy and tantalising dry-cum. He stood there in shock, his breathing quick and ragged, his cheeks flush with humiliation and excitement and his little cock starting to wilt between his legs...

"Now we could tell you liked that Tommy... didn't you?" Emma teased between girlish giggles at the state that the confused and controlled younger boy was in.

"W-wow... y-yes... I never... I never felt anything like that before..." he panted, barely able to stop himself from falling over as his body adjusted to post orgasmic bliss.

"Good, and now you'll always remember your first time..." Emma said, reminding him, unable to take her eyes off his cute little willy... the foreskin slipping back into place over the glans all on it's own without being touched by either girl or boy. It looked so vulnerable and weak as it reached total flaccidity, lilting out from his hairless crotch...

--
As I recovered from my enforced orgasm gifted to me by Emma whilst I stood up in front of her in the bath, she told me that at that moment with Tommy, she wondered why boys thought their penis was so special when they looked so puny and helpless most of the time, especially when they were in the process of shrinking back to their flaccid state. Indeed, at just eleven years of age, Emma told me that she pitied boys for having something so dumb looking and distracting between their legs... I could only nod as I still didn't really know what a girl looked like between her legs other than there was obviously some sort of hole somewhere... And then there was this 'vulva' thing that was supposed to be a work of art... that secret place on a girl that was still a mystery to me. But that I had already admitted to girls was better to have than what I had between my legs...

I was a boy you see... nothing more than a slave.

--
"Turn around and bend over Tommy... it's time to wash your bum too..." Emma said brightly, still looking to prolong the boy's humiliation.

"Wh-what? No way!" Tommy protested firmly. "You can't touch me there... it's dirty... and... well... what if mum comes home?"

"Mum and Auntie won't be home for ages yet... do as Emma says..." Emily said, cutting off her brother's protest and offering unrelenting 'all girls together' support to her cousin.

"Yeah come on Tommy... you can't have a bath and just wash your front, can you? And besides... if you let us finish washing you, we'll make you feel good again... won't we Emily?"

"For sure..." Tommy's sister smiled, eager to get to grips with a boy's penis and make him pull such funny faces and make such funny noises again.

"And you did say that you'd do anything for us not to tell..." Emma pressed on, sealing the deal. "I bet with how good it felt when I played with your willy that you'll let us do that to you again... any time we want now won't you?"

"I... errrm... I guess," Tommy stalled quietly, blushing scarlet at the likely prospect of having to endure all of this again in the future... maybe lots of times... As embarrassing as it was though, if he got to feel good like he had done just now, he might begin to accept it all... maybe. "Ohhhhhh okay then..." And with that, the boy turned round and bent over, giving the girls a good look at his bum.

"Good boy... we'll be real quick so we can get back to making you feel good again, I promise..." Emma said. "But I need you to grab your bum cheeks and pull them apart for me so we can get the wash cloth in there real good..."

"Oh god... really?" Tommy gasped. "This is so embarrassing..." That said, he obeyed and used his hands to pull his bum cheeks apart, revealing the tiny little rosebud of his anus to the girls' eyes. And just beneath, the little bulbous sac of his immature scrotum... just begging to be tickled in the process.

"Good boy... now hold still..." Emma said, soaping up the washcloth and then swiping it backwards and forwards along the opened crease of his bottom... from scrotum to tail bone...

"Ohhhh... Mmmmm... god!" Tommy gasped, making the two girls giggle curiously. Emma rubbed more firmly into the crease of his bottom, feeling for the little starfish of his anus and circling the cloth around it, washing him thoroughly.

"Okay, nearly done, keep still... and keep those cute little bum cheeks of yours open just like that..." Emma instructed sincerely as she removed the wash cloth and instead ran the bar of soap along the crease of his bottom, making sure he was nice and soapy and slippery...

"Okay..." Tommy gasped, his breath still ragged as the girls continued to sexually abuse him. "Mmmmggh..."

Taking time to cover her index finger with soap suds, Emma reached forward and began to circle her finger around the dark pink hole of his anus... Nice wide circles at first, before working closer and closer to his centre... Before he had time to compute what was about to happen, she pushed her fingertip into his bottom... just a little...

"Agggghhh! Wh-what are you doing?" Tommy gasped again at the sensation of the slight intrusion. She wriggled her fingertip around just inside his bottom for a moment before pulling it out and looking closely at it. She sniffed at it to check it was clean and was satisfied that Tommy was indeed clean...

"Okay, we're done..." Emma chorused happily like this was the most natural thing in the world... "All clean like a good boy should be... Stand up and turn around... hands back on your head..."

Tommy stood up and turned round to face the girls once more, momentarily forgetting his fully naked predicament and freely put his hands on top of his head as instructed... After a second or two, he could see both Emma and Emily giggling at him as he stood there... The girls had successfully tested his obedience, and they were looking right at his bare naked penis again... He hated it...

"Oh my god Tommy! Look at you!" Emily teased him, then pointed at his willy, just in case he was in any doubt as to what she was looking at and found amusing.

"STOP it!" Tommy shouted in protest. "Stop looking at it! STOP it!! Please... stop laughing at it..."

"But it's so funny Tommy... look!" Emily continued to tease him, giggling along with a victorious looking Emma. "You're all stiff again! It's pointing right out like a little flagpole! Look Tommy! You know what that means, don't you?"

Tommy was mortified... he was indeed 'suffering' another very stiff erection... He was sexually excited, just from having a girl wash his bottom with a flannel... and then feeling her finger touching his bottom... up inside a little bit too...

"Don't look! Stop it! Pllleeeaassee! <sniff> I can't help it!" he blushed and looked as though he was about to start crying again. He shifted from foot to foot and tried to turn his crotch away from the girls' view. But there was no escape and he felt foolish. "Please stop being mean to me... Can I go now?"

"No Tommy..." Emma said with a mocking, hurtful look on her face... "It's Emily's turn now..." And to his horror, Tommy's ordeal started all over again...

--
"Oh god Emma... that's awful..." I said, genuine shock on my face, standing there in front of her in the same pose that she had made Tommy adopt. I was still acting as the 'mirror' or 'live action picture' for what Emma was telling me in her story. How Tommy had been treated, was now happening to me too, all controlled by Emma. "That's quite mean you know... even for you..."

"Yeah, I guess... but we made him feel good too... Like the girls in the Club can make you feel good... So long as you accept that girls are superior, and in charge... we can all have a lot of fun... But of course, us girls get to have more fun than the boys... 'cos it's our club... and girls just wanna have fun..."

I was kind of excited and crestfallen at the same time. I somehow knew that I wanted to be part of the club, even if I didn't want to fully embrace it's ideologies or beliefs... not just yet anyway. I didn't really want to be a loner... my adventurous and 'show man' past told me that much. But to fully accept all the weaknesses of my gender... at the age of eleven? To just accept that I was part of some weaker, inferior sex? It wasn't easy. Emma saw my turmoil and pitied me... I assumed it was pity anyway...

The next thing I knew, Emma leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips... It was a gentle, caring kiss... It lasted no more than a second, but inside my mind, it was a token of very welcome affection... Despite it all, I knew in my heart that I liked Emma a lot... It was a very powerful crush looking back. She was pretty... and she knew how to make me feel good through all the stuff I had endured. I was falling in love with her... my first love. She was a pretty flower to me... and I was a honey bee in search of some sort of nectar. Or something like that. It was difficult to describe at the age of eleven. This was a whole new world to me then.

"Don't be sad..." Emma said, locking eyes with me. "I know we say a lot of cruel things sometimes... And of course we really do think that girls and women rule the galaxy, but we do like you... You're cute and... well..."

"Oh yeah... talking about the 'galaxy...'" I said quickly. Looking back, I can see that she was about to say something quite flattering to me... maybe even ask me to be her boyfriend. But she said the word 'galaxy...' and there and then, despite being naked and under her control while I was in the bath, my mind instantly switched to Star Wars... "Y-you sometimes say words from Star Wars perfectly... D-do you like Star Wars... Miss Emma?"

"Okay, yes I do... it's my dirty little secret..." she smiled coyly. It was almost as though I had her on the back-foot, but I knew deep down that she held all the cards and was probably letting me gain a bit of ground on her because of how I hoped she felt about me too.

"Wow, really?" I brightened visibly. There was so much I wanted to talk to her about... way more than anything that simply happened at the Club house.

"Yes of course... don't sound so surprised. Girls like Star Wars too you know? I have a few ships and action figures too..."

"Wh-which ones?" I asked eagerly. "What have you got?"

"I'll tell you another time..."

"Please Miss Emma... tell me... errrm," I blustered, my mind racing ahead of me... "Will you play with me?" Like I said, my mind was racing ahead of me and I blurted that out without thinking it through or how it sounded. Emma smirked knowingly at my remark and I almost giggled too on reflection. "I mean, play Star Wars... with me?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" she teased, holding my gaze.

"Of course not," I blushed defensively, shuffling from foot to foot in the bath tub as I stood before her. My brief show of confidence melted as I stumbled across new territory again. "I don't think I'm the kind of boy you would think as 'good enough' to be your boyfriend... I mean, I'm weak and... I let all of you boss me around... and do embarrassing stuff to me..."

"And why would that mean you couldn't be my... boyfriend?" she said quite seriously, challenging me openly, before breaking out into a pleasing, warm smile. She was teasing me, and encouraging me at the same time.

"So... you'll play? We can play? Together?"

"Okay... but not in the woods... I don't want the other girls to know that just yet... You'll have to come over to mine... And of course, I'll be in charge remember... and that means that Club rules will apply..."

"Ohhhh, Miss Emma, really?" I agonised with a doubtful tone. Surely I had suffered enough? Surely I had acted as the dumb slave boy often enough already to earn a break? "Can't we just play normally, like two... friends? Or... maybe..." I was about to say boyfriend and girlfriend, before it was my turn to be interrupted before I said it.

"Around here, this is normal... girls rule, and boys obey... Now do you want to play Star Wars with me, or not?"

"Y-yes, I do... but..." I replied meekly.

"Then we'll arrange a play date at mine soon then..." Emma said quickly, keeping me firmly on the back-foot instead. "Now, sit back down and start to rinse yourself off..."

As I rinsed myself off with the flannel, we continued to talk about the Club, what goes on there and how my experiences there had made me feel. Emma was able to explain it as though it was all so natural and that there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. In fact, I was given the understanding that I was lucky that the girls seemed to like me so much and that I was also lucky that I was the only boy in the village having all of those girls to myself. Somehow, I didn't quite believe it!

"I'm ready to get out now..." I said, seeking permission to get out of my own bathtub from a girl who lived down the road.

"Oh okay, that reminds me..." Emma giggled. "That first time Emily and I bathed Tommy, once Emily had done everything that I had done, and made him dry-cum, we let him get out of the bath..."

"There's more to your story?" I asked bewildered. "Jeez... I thought he had suffered enough already..." Again, as Emma explained it, she did to me, just what Emma and Emily had done to Tommy...

--
Tommy sheepishly climbed out of the bathtub and into Emma's arms... she was holding a large bath towel ready to cloak him with... Finally, to his relief, his boyish private parts were covered... at least for a while.

"Let's get you nice and dry," Emma said with some sort of maternal enthusiasm... She quickly started to rub the towel over his body... freely rubbing and drying his back first and then his chest... All the while, the girl hummed away to herself as though disinterested in what she was doing, or her subject's naked body.

Tommy's blushes returned when Emma began to rub the towel up and down his legs and knees... very close to his once more tingling crotch... And to his further dismay and embarrassment, she forcibly turned him around like he was a lightweight figurine, bent him over slightly and used the towel to dry firmly along the crease of his bottom too. As she was towelling him down, she teased him again about his little accident...

"Hold still, time for Miss Emma to get your leaky little winky all dry... You're not going to do another little willy wee-wee are you Tommy? Hmmmm?"

With that, Tommy blushed scarlet and held on for dear life, gasping with shock and humiliation as Emma took great delight in turning him back round to face her, before parting his legs for him... Thoroughly, Emma began to rub the towel right there between his legs... She rubbed him all over his scrotum and especially around his penis... sometimes gripping, groping and pulling on his appendage... She was so thorough in fact, that she could feel his genitals begin to harden again under the towel as she squirreled her hand round and round all over his crotch. She giggled, squeezing him and marvelled at how easily she could manipulate a boy into sexual arousal. Every time...

Once satisfied that he was dry, Emma fully exposed him again by removing the towel from his body and lay it down on the floor in the middle of the bathroom. Tommy found the re-exposure to the fresh air in the room quite chilly, enhancing his renewed feelings of nakedness in full view of the two girls.

"Lie down on the towel Tommy... there's a good boy," Emma instructed, smirking with amusement at the confused look on the boy's face.

"But... c-can't I get dressed now?" Tommy asked meekly.

"Just lie down on the towel like she said," Emily chided her brother before he could get a defiant foothold in the proceedings. "Or your friends will get to know all about what you did!!"

Wanting desperately to keep this all secret, Tommy quickly scooted over and lay down obediently on the towel, still unsure what was going to happen. In quick order, Emma knelt down at the side of the towel, seemingly being used as a makeshift 'changing mat' and she gleefully showed the boy what she had in her hand. It was an old, dusty, well used canister of his sister's talcum powder... But not just any run of the mill talcum powder, this was 'Barbie Sweet Scented' talcum powder... covered in multi-coloured images of beautiful Barbie princesses.

"Wh-what's that for?" Tommy said, a mild panic passing through him. "That's Emily's old stuff..."

"And now it's yours..." Emma giggled, sprinkling some of the strawberry scented talcum powder onto Tommy's whitening tummy...

--
As I lay there prone on the bath mat, Emma sprinkled some of my mother's talcum powder onto my own tummy, simulating in graphic detail on me just what Emma and Emily had done with Tommy...

--
"Wouldn't it be so much fun Emily, if we could turn your little brother into a real girl..." Emma giggled.

"Oh that would be soooo cool... I always wanted a little sister to play with... not some dirty little pissy pants brother!" Emily added gleefully at the mischievous thought. And so, both girls began to eagerly rub the talcum powder into Tommy's tummy and around his navel...

"No way! I'm not turning into a girl... You can't... I won't let you..." Tommy protested, wriggling a little and feeling powerless to prevent himself from giggling too as the girlish tickling fingers rubbed the talcum powder into his softening skin. His pink tummy was turning a pale, dusty white.

"Shhhh... relax... we're only teasing you," Emma said with amusement. "But you'd make a very pretty girl though if you want us to fix your hair, and put some make up on you..." The thought terrified Tommy... all sorts of girlish horrors flashed through his mind... "But all the girls that we'd show you off to would really know that you're actually just a boy... with a cute little willy for us to play with instead... hmmm?"

"Noooo, I don't want to... Don't do th-that, I want to be a boy... I want my pyjamas... please! Stop it! Let me go!" he blushed, still occasionally chuckling as the girls massaged the powder into his skin.

"Lift up your legs and hold them apart for me..." Emma instructed... "Or we'll turn you into a pretty girl..." Immediately, Tommy obeyed, instantly recognising how humiliating and vulnerable his next pose felt and must have looked. "Right back... that's it... so we can see your bum... Good boy!"

And so, Emma applied more of the girlish talcum powder to Tommy's body, this time focussing on the crease of his bottom, gently but purposefully rubbing it in along the gap between his bum cheeks, and around his sensitive and pinkened little anus...

"Nnnnngghghh, ohhhh god... please, not there!" Tommy whined quietly, wrestling with his emotions. He desperately wanted to run away, but the thought of his friends finding out what he did and what he let the girls do to him was too powerful a deterrent. Even worse, the thought of being turned into a girl for them to see... The only balance being that the girlish fingers rubbing him right there, around his bottom made him feel surprisingly tingly and... 'nice.'

And then, with his legs still in the air and with his bottom very much on display, Emma sprinkled some more of the girlish talcum powder onto the furrowed skin of his immature little scrotum... Like he was a baby... He could smell the powder now, as the girls began to tickle over his ball sac and his perineum, taking care not to be too hard on the delicate little testes hiding inside as they rubbed it into his soft skin...

The scent reminded him clearly of being much younger... when his sister used to smell just like the talcum powder did... and she would kiss him goodnight. It reminded him of girls... and girlish things... and of an almost forgotten time when he still ran around the house buck-naked, shrieking and giggling in front of whoever was present... That made him blush... hidden memories about being naked... and not afraid of it... even in front of girls...

And now he smelled like a girl too... He blushed even harder with that thought... He wanted to be a boy... he WAS a boy... His penis and testicles told him as much. His precious little penis... His dangly weakness that the girls had confirmed to him wasn't really so special after all... But it was one of the few things that marked him out as a boy...

"Okay Tommy... legs down, but keep them nice and wide for us..." Emma instructed confidently. "Just your little wee-willy-winky to powder and then we're done..." Tommy's face burned with shame at the babyish name she called his prized possession, which 'wasn't very special' any more... and the thought that this girlish scented talcum powder was now going to be rubbed right into the one place that really did make him a boy... defined him as a male... In the confusing cocktail of emotions flitting through his mind, he was scared that the female talcum powder would somehow magically turn him into a girl... replacing his boy-penis with a... a girl-thing...

"Noooo... I don't want to be a girl..." Tommy whined quietly, but obeyed the command, resigned to his fate and adopted the required position. He felt so exposed and foolish as Emma sprinkled the 'Barbie Sweet Scented' powder all over his bare naked and hairless crotch... and then all over the shaft of his little penis.

Emma and Emily took turns to rub the powder into the skin of his pubis and then along the shaft of his penis... marvelling at how it turned from serene shades of pink, to milky, dusty white... And of course thrilled at how it began to stiffen right before their very eyes... and right in their hands... Alternating, the two girls took their time to thoroughly powder his penis and rub the substance into the skin of his shaft... Once, twice, three times...

"Mmmmmggghhh... Nooooo... <gasp>" Tommy protested weakly, his crotch on auto-pilot, pushing his groin up into the air, to meet the girls' tickling and massaging fingers. "It's tingling... Don't... Ohhhhhh... stop... please..." And before long, his modesty was fully erect again and blushing...

"Put your thumb in your mouth and suckle, Tommy... like a good little baby..." Emma said, expanding their role play to push the boy's limits and understand exactly how far he would fall, just to feel good. "Us girls know just how to deal with your stiff little dinky-winky... And we'll make baby feel all better hmmmm?"

Tommy was being sexually abused of course... but he was so sexually aroused... and unable to resist himself from chasing those nice feelings in his genitals again... The 'gift' that the girls could bring him... So against his better judgement, and the desire to run away and hide, he obeyed... Tommy lay back on the towel in apparent contentment, sucking his thumb... and the girls began to diddle him once more...

First Emma... and then Emily... The gift of a dreamy, dry climax was Tommy's reward for being a good, obedient nudie boy... Another boy trapped in the cycle of young female domination... enslaved by his sexual needs... the biggest need being to orgasm... He would do anything the girls asked, just to feel it.

After his latest climax, the girls allowed Tommy the chance to rest, amused that he continued to suck his thumb and show no real desire to want to get up off the towel. They took great pleasure in watching his penis recede back to it's flaccid state and then took the opportunity to tie the towel around him like a big diaper...

Emma and Emily made Tommy waddle around the house dressed like that for another hour or so before Emily's mum and Emma's mum were due back...

"So... having girls in charge and obeying them can be fun for boys... can't it Tommy?" Emily said after a short tactical discussion with her cousin Emma.

"But it's embarrassing..." he protested, recalling his various humiliations at the hands of the girls.

"But when we make you feel good, you like it don't you?" Emma asked, almost putting words in Tommy's mouth.

"I guess so, yes..." he replied quietly, ashamed at the conflicting emotions in his mind. He hated the humiliation he felt... but knew he was hooked on the feeling of sexual climax.

"Good, because from now on, when either me or Emma want to play with you... you're gonna let us... got it?" Emily smirked, letting her brother know right there and then that he was now trapped... his ordeal was very far away from being over.

"But that's not fair!" he said with incredulity. However, his protest was met with an icy, withering stare that crumpled his resolve. "Ohhhhh okay..." he relented. Oh yes... yet another boy trapped in the cycle of young female domination.

Finally, the two girls let Tommy run off to his bedroom to put his pyjamas on. While he was gone, Emma got Emily to confess about how sexually arousing it was to dominate a boy in the ways in which they had. And then Emily was told a little bit about the Langton Magna Girls' Club, and that she would have to pay a visit one day and to bring Tommy along...

When Tommy came back into the lounge with his Spiderman pyjamas on, Emily called him over to stand in front of her...

"Tommy... now that we've established that girls rule... there's something I expect you to do from now on..." Emily smiled wickedly.

"Like w-what?" her younger brother asked nervously, biting his lip with anxiety.

"I'll show you... Hold still..." With that, Emily pulled the front of his pyjama bottoms out and then down, tucking the elasticated waistband under and behind his scrotum... The effect kept his bottom covered, but rudely displayed his milky pink, powdered, little boy genitals to the gaze of the two girls... Tommy gasped in disbelief... He was about try and cover himself up, when Emily continued...

"Whenever mum's out and I'm here with you... even if I have friends over... I want to see you displayed like this for me, Emma or any other girls I feel like... I've seen it close up now... in detail... and I've played with it too... so you have no need to hide your little boy-worm from me... got that?"

"But Emily..." Tommy began, his face crestfallen and crimson in defeat and humiliation. He was going to cry surely...

"But nothing... girls rule... end of debate... and that's my first rule for you... okay 'pissy boy?'"

"Okay..." Tommy replied in a hushed whisper and looking down at the floor... He was so ashamed of the new nickname that his sister gave him, and fearfully resigned to his ongoing fate...

"Good boy... now go sit over there and watch TV... Don't touch your willy, and don't try and cover it up... You can cover it up again when mum and auntie get back... and not before..." As Emily took to her role as a newly fledged young female dominant like a duck to water, Tommy started watching a holiday program on TV, barely able to concentrate on it. There was too much baggage flying around in his mind...

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Meanwhile, in my own bathroom, I was still laying on the bath towel like Tommy had been in the story and Emma was massaging the talcum powder into my penis and crotch... diddling me and tickling me alternately as to her whim. I was erect, and tingly with arousal... I wanted another dry cum too... But I was also curious...

"Miss Emma... <sigh> Mmmm... could you stop a moment please? Can you show me that... errm... you know... mother nature's scar on my privates?" I asked, sitting up on my elbows, still unable to put what Caroline had said when she was giving me my 'treat' the previous day out of my mind. Emma stopped masturbating me but didn't let go of my penis... she just looked up into my eyes and had that familiar amused look on her face...

"You mean..." she began, about to giggle.

"Yeah... you know, the one she said was down there... on my... <blush> ball bag... I've tried to look in the mirror and see, but I'm not sure what I'm looking for... Are boys really just girls that didn't grow properly?"

"Awww Phillip, you're so cute..." she smiled. "You ACTUALLY tried to look for it? That's so funny <giggle>..." Her teasing made me blush and feel a little foolish. I mean, what was a boy supposed to do when a girl had told him that in actual fact, he had started out life in his mummy's tummy as a girl... and that a little scar was left behind to always remind him of it... You'd go and check too right? Of course you would.

"Okay, let me show you quickly..." She looked around the room for a few moments looking for a mirror with which to show me what I was looking for. She finally let go of my penis and went over to the stand at the side of the sink and retrieved my mother's make-up mirror, which had a long, bendy but sturdy 'goose neck' and base. "Squat down above this mirror and look down where I show you..."

I blushed as I climbed up off the towel and positioned myself above the mirror that she had tilted upwards. Apart from the shame of having a girl my own age about to show me something about my own body that I should not only know about myself already, it was also something so... potentially damaging to my own masculine beliefs and what being male actually stood for in the real world... This was much bigger than simple childish instances of 'girls against boys...' My whole gender was on trial here... and I was nervous that somehow being a boy... a male, really was to be imperfect. A reject... and something just 'not as good.'

Of course, squatting down above the mirror also made me think of other humiliating things too... I imagined fleetingly that this might be how a girl went to the toilet... With all the mysteries of the female anatomy still to be revealed to me, I knew enough that girls had to sit down on the toilet to go for a wee... And I kind of also knew automatically that if there was no toilet around, a girl couldn't just wet her pants, so I figured that if she was in the woods and needed to pee, she would have to squat down. I had a mischievous thought too about maybe trying to find a way to spy on a girl doing that, but there were more pressing needs just then to focus my attention.

As I squatted down above the mirror, Emma began her brief lesson, holding my penis out of the way first - her warm hand felt lovely as she lovingly and gently gripped me.

"It's all true Phillip... probably not what you want to hear," Emma said softly, moving her other hand to cup my testicles just as softly as she held my penis. "But I'll be honest with you since you're so interested, and tell you a few things that Caroline didn't mention... But you never heard it from me... understand?" To emphasise her trying to seal a deal with me, Emma squeezed my penis playfully a couple of times.

"Uh-huh..." I replied, trying to concentrate on what I could on the mirror and also maintain my balance. "I mean, yes, Miss Emma... of course."

"Okay, good... the scar that Caroline mentioned is actually called a 'perineal raphe...' which is a funny name for it I think... Some boys that I've seen have it explained to them go on to call it their 'seam' or 'ridge...' On some boys it's barely noticeable and I think you're one of them... On others, it's really quite noticeable. There's a whole chapter on that in the Big Book Of Boy Secrets... If a girl ever says to you, 'you've seen one, you've seem them all,' then she's just trying to say something to be mean to you. All boys look different down there... but all of you have a little scar..."

"Keep looking while I show it to you..." Emma said, fondling my scrotum and spreading her fingers over it while she looked for the scar... "During the early stages of a baby's development in their mummy's tummy, boys and girls look virtually the same between the legs... The privates of both boys and girls look... well, just like what girls have... When the growing baby is around seven weeks old however, the private parts develop into either a little boy penis... or continue as a girl's vagina, clitoris and vulva..."

"What happens to form a boy's penis and balls is... that the flesh that would normally form the lips of a girl's... vulva and stuff... well, it kind of sticks together and joins up... And the perineal raphe scar is what is left behind when all of a boy's sticky out things are made... If that didn't happen, you would have continued to develop as a girl... just like you were originally..."

"I can't see it though..." I gasped as Emma continued to fondle my testicles and grip my penis warmly.

"I'll point it out to you in a minute... just listen," Emma giggled at my impatience and obvious ongoing arousal within me that she was causing. "What Caroline didn't tell you was, there are other ridges or seams like that on our body, even on girls... There's one inside the roof of all of our mouths... and also one you can see on the top of our tongues... Here, look at mine..." she said, demurely poking her tongue out at me so that I could see what she was talking about. I'd never even thought about it before - but right before my eyes, I could see the little seam running along the middle of her tongue... It started to make sense.

"Now look here where I'm pointing," Emma said confidently, pointing to a thin, pinkish red line separating each side of my scrotum... "And follow my finger..."

"Ohhhh Mmmm..." I gasped as Emma's fingertip brushed over the sensitive flesh that she was showing me... from the space between my anus to my scrotum, and further along the shaft of my erect penis... I could now make out that faint, pinkish red line... Once you know what you're looking for, it all seems so obvious and I kind of felt foolish for not noticing it all before.

'My god... so that's my scar?' I thought with excitement and horror at the same time... 'I really was a girl... Boys really are just rejected girls... We're not as good as them...' I blushed at my self admission. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't... Science and nature was looking right back at me, and it was telling me that to be male, was to be inferior, or some kind of afterthought.

"When it comes to a boy's willy and testicles," Emma continued, refocusing my attention on what she was showing me as I squatted above the mirror and looked down... My never-ending blushes and feelings of shame were unavoidable... "Your perineal raphe extends all along the underside of your willy... right there, see? And then down through the middle of your scrotum, right along there look..."

"Ohhhhh... Mmmmmm..." I gasped again... her fingertips were so gentle and ticklish as she showed me and discussed my most basic 'design weakness' with expertise.

"And your scar goes right along this bit... your actual 'perineum,' and right along to your bum hole back there... Like I said, yours isn't as obvious as most I've seen... Some boys are quite sensitive along their scar too... I think you are, by the way you are blushing and gasping!!! Don't be ashamed, it's quite cute..." Emma smiled. "The Big Book Of Boy Secrets mentions that a lot of boys like to stroke along their scar when they play with themselves as it makes them feel better... Maybe you should try it sometime now that you've started doing it for yourself."

"So I really was a girl?" I said, mournful and quiet, feeling quite ashamed and sad.

"In a way... look, it's okay Phillip, really... You're definitely a boy!! It's just what happens in nature... Nobody can change it, nobody can stop it... It's just nature. Caroline simply uses it to demonstrate one male weakness... okay, a pretty big one... And it's obviously had the effect she wanted on you..."

"I guess... but I still don't really know what a girl looks like... you know... down there..." I said, almost trying to steer the conversation (bravely) towards some sort of 'visual reward' for everything I had endured that week... I was hopeful...

"Hmmm... well you haven't earned it yet, Fly Boy..." she smirked as she put the mirror down and indicated for me to sit back down on the towel. "And I mean it Phillip... Don't be sad about it, nobody can change nature... and in any case, I still like you..." She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth again, just for the briefest of seconds... but enough to allow me to relax and feel... well, kind of feel wanted. Which of course is what I wanted. "Lay back down Phillip..."

As I lay back down on the towel, Emma sprinkled more talcum powder onto my crotch and began to rub it into my skin once more... rubbing over my hairless pubis this time, and then using both hands to massage the scented powder into the skin of my little pointy erection...

"Ohhhh god... that feels..." I panted softly as I just let her do it... relaxing into the positive and nice feeling she was giving me... I didn't want her to stop... ever! It felt so tingly and tickly and nice. I was her marionette wasn't I?

Once she had finished rubbing the powder into the soft skin of my erection, her action changed to one of deliberate masturbation... I was being rewarded for being a good boy... I had been a good boy because I wanted to be rewarded... It was becoming a routine... a needy little boy-puppy, being good at the command of his superior, dominant female mistress, just to receive a reward...

Emma quickly stroked my young hairless cock using two fingers and her thumb to grip me, jerking my fully yielding foreskin back and forth with accelerating pace... Her other hand gently fondled my scrotum and the delicate little marbles inside... She had total control of me... I recognised how much I liked it... I was pushing my naked crotch up into the air to try and make it all happen more quickly such was my sub-conscious behavioural need. I wanted to feel good after realising a terrible truth about my sex... I needed it... and I needed it even more because it was Emma doing it.

"Ohhhhh... Mmmmmm-Miss Emma... <gasp> it's happening... Oh gosh..." I panted, feeling my climax begin after what could have been no more than fifteen to twenty seconds... "Mmmmm... Ohhhhh!" My hips began to shake and my knees tensed, along with the muscles in my stomach. The familiar ticklish and tingly sexual electricity raced quickly out of the very tip of my glans, radiating powerfully back up along the shaft and through my balls. The first, glorious spasm enraptured me as Emma let go of my young sex... she knew just when to let go...

"Boys <gasp> are w-weaker than girls..." I whispered my required catchphrase breathlessly as sexual spasm after spasm raced all around my genitals... "Boys are weaker... <gasp> than girls..." I was powerless as my climax overtook me. A gift... or a curse... Glorious feelings elicited from deep within me once more by a wonderful, beautiful girl... I was in love.

"I know Fly-Boy... somehow I've always known..." she smiled, quoting from Return Of The Jedi... She then leaned in and kissed me on the lips... pressing hers into mine a lot longer this time... It was a moment of paradise... My heart pounded with youthful lust and excitement as my orgasm faded and I focussed on the kiss she was giving me. It maybe lasted five or eight seconds, and wasn't a deep or French kiss with tongues... It was just a lovely kiss... It was warm and kind of told me that everything was somehow going to be okay...

<clump, clump, clump> I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps climbing the stairs and I knew right away that my mother was approaching... no doubt to check on how my little chat with Emma was going on... Quickly, I broke off the kiss and stammered,

"Mmmm... m-m-my mother is coming... quick... I have to be dressed..."

"Ohhhh? I was just beginning to enjoy that..." Emma giggled, with an ironic and obviously fake whine... She helped me up to my feet and handed me my navy blue cotton Return Of The Jedi pyjama top which I seemed to pull over my head and into place in record time... "Nice PJs you scruffy looking nerf herder!!" she teased...

"Shhhh...! Not now.... Quick... I need the bottoms too or we'll be in trouble..." I whispered eagerly, desperate not to get caught with my pants down with a girl in the bathroom. I would get a spanking for sure. "Or hand me the towel again... please Emma... I need to cover my privates! She mustn't find out that you've seen me... fully naked... and stuff..." I was starting to panic, and tried to pull the front of my pyjama top down to see if that would work, such was my clumsy naivety. I even considered just jumping back into the bath, whether I was wearing my PJ top or not! But how would I have explained that?

"I'm sure it won't be a problem Phillipa..." Emma said, agonisingly taking her time to collect up the pyjama bottoms from the towel rail, even though the footsteps were getting louder and closer... "You're mum knows I'm in here with you... and she's very wise... In fact, it was her who suggested that I..."

"Please!! Let me cover up..." I begged quietly, interrupting her and now cupping my hands over my crotch... My mother was going to come in and discover us at any moment... She would see that I was now out of the bath, all dry, and had my pyjama bottoms off AND standing in front of a girl who had been able to see all of my private parts... How shameful that would be that my mother would see me and wonder what had happened... I worried that my mum (being female) would somehow know that I had allowed a girl to actually bathe me... to play with my willy too and make me climax... And all because I now obeyed girls... as their slave... and nudie boy... I couldn't handle that thought... She would be as ashamed of me as I was ashamed of myself... Perhaps even more so... Maybe my mum would think that I had been rude and exposed myself to Emma... That would be almost as bad... I just knew it would be my fault... And I would then be doubly punished... "PLEASE!!" I whimpered.

"Okay Phillipa... come here..." Emma smirked finally, holding my cotton pyjama bottoms out in front of her, motioning for me to join her and step into them... Hurriedly, I scampered stealthily on tip-toes across the bathroom, still cupping my privates in my hands and stood in front of Emma right in the middle of the bathroom... I didn't realise right away, but Emma had positioned us both so that I would be visible as soon as the door opened... I was totally at her mercy now... "Step into them..." she instructed...

As quickly as I could, I got both feet inside the leg-holes of the bottoms...

"Pull them up... QUICK... please Emma!" I begged again, panic stricken. It was kind of funny in a way... I mean, I was perfectly capable of dressing myself... even covering myself with a towel... But somehow, I just allowed myself to follow Emma's lead... She was in charge, just like when the other girls were in charge at the Club... I was trusting Emma to be in charge and I would accept whatever happened... Emma seemed so... relaxed and un-phased by the whole thing, and that confused me even more at the time...

'Shit! Does she want us to get caught?' I thought... 'Come on... pull them up!!'

Emma began to tug the pyjama bottoms up my legs and onto my knees as the door opened to my right... My body tensed at the fear of discovery... As if everything was happening in slow motion, I looked over to the door and saw my mother... I also saw where she was looking... I looked down at Emma and what she was doing, just in time to see her tugging my pyjama bottoms up over my bottom... I knew then that we had been caught... My mother was watching (like I was) as the girl finally pulled the pyjamas up over my front too... finally covering my penis and testicles and my generally immature modesty... I was blushing scarlet... biting my lip, I felt like a naughty little boy... waiting for the most horrendous telling off I could imagine...

"There... all done now Phillipa..." Emma smiled confidently, even patting the front of my pyjamas at the crotch... right on my modest, boyish little bulge... She was beaming with pride as though it had been a job well done...

"Good to see you two getting along..." my mum said, sounding and acting as though what she had discovered was nothing out of the ordinary at all... She had just witnessed her son, having his pyjama bottoms pulled up into place by a girl, to cover his boyish genitals after god knows what had happened... There was no telling off... no yelling... Instead, merely two females striking up conversation... "Was he a gentleman?"

"Yes Miss Powell..." Emma smiled graciously. "He behaved very well in the bath... He even let me towel him off and put some nice talcum powder on him... He's nice and clean ALL over again now..."

"Miss Emma, shush..." I blushed, using her Club title without even thinking. It was bad enough that it had just happened at all... but I certainly didn't want my mum to know what had just occurred between me and a girl... However, Emma and my mum just giggled at me... I was obviously embarrassed to have allowed myself to be bathed by a girl my own age... and dried off and powdered all over my privates like a baby too. I was quite shocked that my mother didn't seem to see anything wrong in all this.

"I'm glad to hear that Emma... good girl..." my mother replied, also beaming with pride. "I've got some nice hot chocolate in the kitchen cupboard and I was about to make some for Phillip... would you like to stay and have a mug with us?"

"Thank you Miss Powell, but I did tell my mum that I was only popping out for a short while and there's a program on TV at nine that I would like to watch... Maybe next time..."

"Of course young lady... You're welcome here any time... and I'm sure Phillip would enjoy having you round more often... especially if you look after him so well... Hmmmm? Would you like that Phillip?"

I blushed scarlet... I knew my mum had seen what she was able to see when she came into the room... Incredibly, to her it all seemed perfectly normal and acceptable... everything that Emma had said... My mum didn't care... she couldn't have planned it... could she?

"Mum... stop it!" I blushed again as I recalled what Emma and I had been doing and discussing... And now it seemed that there was likely to be a repeat performance... and who knows what else. I was shocked.

As we went downstairs, my mum disappeared into the kitchen to make the hot chocolate she spoke about, and it was left for me to escort Emma to the front door...

"What time is the Girls' Club meeting tomorrow?" I asked quietly, still cautious about what my mother either did or didn't know... and not least embarrassed at what she had definitely seen and what Emma had confirmed to her had happened.

"Eleven thirty for boy members... just like always," Emma confirmed without lowering her voice... It was as though she didn't care if my mother heard her.

"Yes, but what time are you girls meeting up first? I might play in the woods again tomorrow if that's okay... especially now you let me have the Falcon back," I smiled warmly with gratitude. "I found a great spot for a rebel base... It's near the hut, but I'll make sure I'm well away before you start... I'm not a spy..." I lied, biting my lip.

"Well, we agreed to meet at eleven tomorrow..." Emma said, unknowingly giving me the information I wanted... "It's good to know you'll come back and play with us again..." With that, she leaned in and kissed me again, making my tummy flutter and my head spin with preteen lust and feelings of naughtiness. There I was, being kissed by a girl on my own doorstep... in broad, post-storm, evening sunlight... I was about to get brave and lick over her lips with my tongue, but she broke off the kiss. Somehow she knew just when to stop... "We really do like you... all the girls I mean... And now you know how much I like you too..."

"Emma... Shhhh..." I replied bashfully, desperate for my mum not to hear... "I'll see you tomorrow then... Good night..." I finished, smiling broadly, a happy feeling in my heart for once.

'I've got a girlfriend! Somehow... through everything that's happening... I've actually got a girlfriend!' I thought, genuinely happy for a time... a few precious moments anyway. But my thoughts betrayed me... I had just discovered some information that might help me get ahead of the girls... just for once... 'The early bird, catches the worm... I'm gonna go and have a look round the hut before the girls get there...'

And so you can probably describe that thought process on the front step of my home as the next big Swiss cheese moment in my life.

After drinking my hot chocolate and watching a bit of television with my mother, I turned myself in to bed just after nine-thirty. I wanted to be up early for a new adventure... I was going to beat the girls, defend the honour of my own gender and free the Boys' Rebel Alliance one way or another... All I had to do was snoop around and gain some sort of ammunition to use against them... This was going to be my toughest adventure, needing all of my skills and resolve... But it was a mission so important for my self respect, and my self esteem as a boy...

Climbing into bed that night, my mum came into my room to wish me good night. That was the first time in ages that she had... I knew right away that something was up...

"I have some questions for you young man..." she began, kind of seriously, sitting down at the end of my bed and watching me tuck myself in defensively. "And I want some honest answers from you... okay?"

"Oh-o-okay mum... wh-what is it?" I replied quietly, second guessing that I was in some kind of trouble after all, despite my mother's reaction earlier upon entering the bathroom. Her face crinkled as though she were amused about something... but that just made me more nervous.

"Do you..." she began again, procrastinating with a teasing pause... "Do you ever find yourself wishing that you were a girl, instead of a boy?"

"Mum!" I gasped in shock, blushing hard.

"Come on Phillip... you can talk to me openly you know? If there's something you want to tell me... hmmm?" My mother was staring right into me in such a way that my heart started beating fast, my face turned crimson at the thought of what my mum was even thinking that I might have been thinking... Not that I was thinking it... I swallowed hard... "Don't you like being a boy?"

"Mummy, shush!" I hissed with embarrassment. "I m-mean MUM... Of course I like being a boy! It's what I am..."

"Awwww Phillip..." she cooed warmly... "You can call me mummy again if you prefer... you don't have to feel embarrassed with me honey..." She continued to stare right at me, and I had no alternative but to look at the wall next to my bed. "Eleven is such a difficult age for boys... Not yet a man... and not a little boy any more either. Hmmm? But things start to change for boys, don't they?"

"Shush mummy... I don't want to..." I countered quickly. My previous 'joy' with Emma, somehow buried in a landslide of maternal dominance now. I couldn't escape the sanctity of my bed, all I could do was listen.

"It's just natural Phillip... All boys go through their puberty... And it can make you think about things differently... Things like girls... You'll start to find them pretty won't you? Some boys want to have girlfriends... and some boys want to be like girls too... Have you been having thoughts about being a girl instead Phillip? Have you been thinking that it's better to be a girl? Are you ashamed to be a boy?"

"Mum please! Stop it..." I protested more vehemently, anxious to get her off my case before she found something out that I didn't want her to know. "How can you even think that? I'm a boy... and I'm happy... and..."

"Okay... okay..." she relented, waving her hand dismissively at me. "If that's what you say..." It was as though she didn't believe me... Her tone... was more accusatory. I should have left it there... but I couldn't... Not when she used 'that' tone that baited me to continue.

"Mum, honest... Okay, I like girls now... Well... I like Emma... But I don't want to be one... a girl I mean... What makes you think that?"

"Okay honey... I have to be truthful with you," she began, sounding like a TV Court drama lawyer about to set out her case... "Please explain to me why you used my bubble bath tonight... That was from a special range of cosmetics exclusively for women... You must have seen the label on it?"

"It was the nearest bottle I could reach mum..." I replied cautiously, wondering where this was leading. "And I'm nearly out of my own Star Wars bath foam... and there's only that other one that doesn't smell nice that I could reach. And I like the big bubbles... I didn't think I was doing anything wrong... I'm sorry..."

"Ha-ha... you don't have to be sorry sweety..." mum grinned. "I just want to get to the bottom of everything going on around you right now... So... tell me why Emma called you Phillipa earlier... Tell me all about it..."

And there, my mother got me... What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to act? Tell the truth? Or lie like a rat into much deeper trouble? I was a hopeless liar, especially about the things that really mattered. And crikey, this was something that mattered. This was my whole life right now.

"Errm... I..." I began pensively. She could see me looking to construct a version of the truth that just wasn't the truth.

"And then, explain these..." mum said sharply, reaching behind her to then hold up a plain light blue pair of girls' panties... My eyes popped out, the guilt etched itself over my face as much as the disbelief of getting caught. And of course the growing, spreading blush of shame. I thought I had been so careful... But obviously, not nearly careful enough.

"Wh-what are... errrm... where... where did you find those?" I stammered, cornered like a timid mouse hiding from a hungry cat.

"It doesn't matter where I found them... though I didn't have to look hard... they were right there hanging out from under your bed while you were in the bath tub... Hmmmm? Who do these panties belong to Phillip?"

"They errrm... they belong to... Emma... they're hers... Not mine!" Can you imagine how that sounded coming from an eleven year old boy? I felt perverted even as I said it.

"Phillip White!" she gasped in dramatically shocked fashion. "What has gotten into you? You stole a pair of girl's panties? And why would you do that?"

"Oh mummy please... I didn't steal them... I... errrm... Please mum... I don't want to talk about it..."

"Do you play with yourself when you look at them?" she asked suspiciously, reeling me in on her fishing line, like the dumbest, most vulnerable squirming trout on the hook. "Oh my gosh... were you... smelling them?"

"MUMMY! Stop it... no of course not... It's not like that... They're... ermmm... They're not Emma's... Th-they're actually my panties... I didn't steal them." I was blushing harder now and felt as though I wanted to cry. I felt so ashamed. I had dug myself into an inescapable hole now...

"Oh my... so you're wearing them in secret? Is that it? Is my son turning into a panty-boy?" she teased... This was very confusing to me... She wasn't angry... it was kind of mocking anger. She was just making me squirm. "So Phillip... or should I call you Phillipa? How did you end up with these panties if you didn't steal them? Hmmm?"

Forget Swiss cheese a moment... Jesus Christ... this was like Pandora's Box was about to be opened... I couldn't deny everything, the evidence was right there in my mother's hand... But I couldn't tell her the whole truth and nothing but the truth... I wasn't man enough to accept everything myself yet, much less tell my mother all about it. I kind of knew I was being sexually abused by the girls... just an object of their fun and an easy victim to be bossed around and humiliated. But I couldn't deny that some of the things that happened were somehow enjoyable... It felt good sometimes... And there was Emma... I was falling in love with her. Deep down, I didn't want that to stop.

"I lost a dare game at the Club Hut yesterday and... and the girls dared me to wear them when I came home... It was a forfeit..." I offered meekly, hoping that I was papering over the cracks enough to end this conversation. The truth was too harrowing... How could I explain to my own mother that I was being bullied... humiliated and sexually abused by up to seven girls at a time? How could I explain it? How could I tell her that sometimes I enjoyed it? So I kept digging... "They're clean... they're a spare pair mum honest... I didn't take them off a girl... I promise... <sniffle> They just gave them to me and I had to wear them when I went back home as a stupid punishment..."

My mother just sat there and stared back at me... She knew I was holding something back... And to be fair, I didn't actually tell a lie there did I? It was a kind of forfeit for my role in what had happened the previous day. So I must have looked more convincing than I gave myself credit for.

"Should I ask Emma if you're telling me the truth? Or maybe, Caroline Forbes-Marsh?"

"NOOooooo mum! Honest... It's true..." I sniffled. A solitary, tickly tear escaped my left eye and sizzled as it snaked down my cheek.

"Hmmmm... I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time Phillip, but I can tell when you're holding stuff back from me. And if I find out that you actually stole a pair of panties from a girl, either from her drawer, her washing line or pulled them off her without permission, I'll make sure that you get a bare naked spanking right in front that very same girl until we both know you're sorry... is that clear?" The words were frightening enough even if the tone in which my mother spoke was not that of an angry woman...

"Oh god please mummy... I promise... I didn't steal them... it's just a silly dare game that the girls play and I messed up <sniffle> It'll be someone else tomorrow... I promise."

"Okay, good boy... I'll take these for safe keeping... and give them back to Emma... I'll corroborate your story and no harm will have been done..." she added to my ongoing chagrin.

"NO! Mum... I need to keep them..." I blustered like a fool.

"Oh? And why is that? What are you not telling me?"

"It's the other part of the dare... I have to attend the meeting tomorrow wearing them... and answer to the name of... 'Phillipa...'"

"Oh I see..." she smirked at me. She knew I was trapped... she just seemed to know everything. "So it's just for tomorrow then?"

"Y-yes mummy..." I lied, my head turning away to look at the posters on my wall. Like I said, I was not a very good liar.

"Do you want to wear girl's panties Phillip?" my mum asked. Why couldn't she just leave it?

"No! I don't... I promise!" I insisted, my fist pounding weakly on top of the bed.

Finally, my mum relented and we finished saying goodnight. I was then left to my ragged breathing and my thoughts about what had happened to me in the bath with Emma and about what I was going to do tomorrow. I wondered what I was going to find.

'I'm going to show those girls just what a boy can do...' I thought defiantly. 'I'll show them who's really boss...'

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Friday...

My eyes opened wide upon hearing the distant sound of a cockerel announcing that it was probably time to get up and start my adventure. As my eyes focussed on the boyish bedroom around me, I could see the welcoming shafts of milky morning sunlight filtering through the small gap in my curtains... the swirling specs of dust caught in their undulating vortex. Each spec representing a planet in my imagined fantasy galaxy.

Finally, a smile of impending rebellion passed over my face as I thought about sneaking into the Club Hut and snooping around.

I was up early enough to eat breakfast with my mother... and I sat there at the kitchen table wearing my Star Wars pyjamas as we talked about 'normal' things and sung along to some of the songs on Radio Weltby. Before she left for work, the conversation did turn a little... There was no way my mum was going to stop teasing me.

"It's so good to see you looking and feeling much better... Having Emma come over last night seemed to do you the world of good... You enjoyed spending time with her didn't you?"

"I guess," I replied sheepishly, suddenly picturing all the things that Emma and I had talked about, what she had shown me and what she had done to me in the bathroom. Right on cue, my cheeks set aflame with a warm, glowing scarlet hue. Subconsciously, my hand wandered under the table and found my crotch... My penis was rock hard.

"It's all I hear from her mother at the veterinary practice you know Phillip? About how much Emma talks about you all the time at home... And how much she thinks of you..."

"Mum, please!" I whined, biting my lip as my hand squirmed over my crotch, trying to get my erection to go down. By trying to do that, it just made things worse!

"Awww look at you blush!" my mum teased. "It must be love... So Phillip.. what's got you excited enough to be up so early?"

"I'm going into the woods early," I began as truthfully as I could. "Before I have to go and see the girls I mean... I'm errrm... well I've found a new spot in the woods which would make a good spaceport..."

"Oh yes... you're meeting the girls again hmmmm?" she giggled. "Well... you have a good day honey... And don't forget to wear your panties..."

"Mum shhhhh!" I gasped in embarrassment, my hand gripping my penis again subconsciously under the table. Giggling, she stood up from the table and made her way out of the back door and off to work, leaving me to my blushes and my boyish erection.

Once satisfied that she was gone, I put my breakfast dishes on the worktop next to the sink and then scooted off to the sanctity of my bedroom. The clock was already ticking. Inside my bedroom, I pulled on my light blue panties first, taking time to pull them up over my bottom, then carefully placed my 'interested' boyhood into the front. I must have looked so silly. Then I put my jeans on over the top of my panties. I figured that with all the rain the previous day, the woods would still be quite damp.

Finally, I pulled on a nice clean cotton t-shirt, a simple dark blue one with a famous sportswear manufacturer's name over my left nipple. Standing at my desk, I opened the pencil case and retrieved my little scraps of paper - one with the boys' code on it, and the other with the words to 'my song...' Given each a cursory glance, I stuffed them into my left pocket before bending down to complete my outfit with my white training shoes. As soon as the laces were tied, I scooted downstairs... No Star Wars toys today... For once, I had bigger fish to fry.

I checked the time on my watch and saw that it was just past nine o'clock... that gave me easily an hour and half, nearly two hours of exploration before the girls were due to meet. Scampering without looking as though I was trying to be too secretive, I made my way along the lane, beyond Emma's house and into the woods...

Once inside the woods, I picked up my pace and ran quickly to the site of the Girls' Club Hut... Even when the meeting was not in session, the sign that read 'Girls Only' was still clearly there, pegged neatly upright into the soil at the entrance. I knew I was an invader and being somehow naughty... I wasn't supposed to be there until eleven thirty... So my heart raced with malfeasant intent and the spirit of boyish adventure.

I very nearly hit the scuppers to my plan when I went to go through the entrance to the hut. There was a door there... It was thin, kind of though it was made up from a couple of sheets of plywood and not very sturdy as a result... I'd never noticed a door before - all of my previous visits had started with the girls already on the inside... the entrance always seemed open to me.

I pushed at it gently to see if it would open or at least move enough to let me inside. It didn't move...

'Shit...' I thought. 'I've wasted my time... I could have had a lie in!'

"Dumb girls," I sighed ironically. I knew I couldn't force the door open as it would look too suspicious and I didn't want any of the girls getting any idea at all that somebody, especially a boy, had trespassed in their hut without permission. "Wait a second," I breathed, noticing a small hole half way down the front of the door to the left hand side... "What if I..." With that, I crooked my finger into the little hole and pulled...

Yes dear readers... the door was a 'puller' and not a 'pusher...' My plan was back on! The door creaked a little, and the bottom edge grazed gruffly over the ground as I gently teased it open towards me. Right inside the entrance was a small brick that seemed to be used to wedge the door open for when the girls were 'in session...'

"Yes!" I said to myself gleefully as my excitement at what I was doing began to escalate... It was time for me to find out just what had been going on around here. As I walked through the entrance and into the actual 'Club' room of the hut, the familiar smells infiltrated my nostrils... The musty, damp wooden smell, and that very girlish potpourri. 'Yes!! I'm inside and I don't have to get naked!' I thought proudly as my plan began to unfold.

My first port of call on my little snooping adventure was to examine the wooden toy chests... These seemed to hold the most interesting bits and pieces that the girls had as equipment, or sources of information with which to terrorise young members of the male sex like me... Maybe there was some stuff I could use as evidence or leverage at least against them instead. I wanted to see the Big Book Of Boy Secrets... they had told me that there were pictures of naked girls in there... Immediately I gasped for breath - there was so much to do but not enough time. I knew then that this would have to be the first of regular incursions into the girls' territory. Yes, I was in this for the long game victory.

I scooted over to the wooden toy chest against the wall and placed my hands on the lid... I gripped the edge with my fingers and began to lift... But it wouldn't budge... I examined it more closely and felt stupid that I hadn't noticed the hasp and small padlock holding it closed... I remembered watching one or other of the girls fiddling with a lock and cursed my naivety.

"Damn it!" I exclaimed with frustration... 'I bet all the good stuff is in there!' Disappointed but not deterred, I moved over to the other toy chest and tried that... This time, the lid lifted and I looked inside...

I have to say that what I found inside that toy chest made me feel so ashamed... yet so excited at the same time... It boggled my mind at how much stuff was in there... It was a seemingly bottomless pit of material that would make you blush... Well, make a young boy like I was blush very hard indeed. It confirmed to me that there was no way that this was going to be my only 'out of hours' visit to this venue.

The first thing I found was one of many, many magazines in there. The cover read 'Toy Boys' in yellow and blue backed lettering... The cover also had a grainy black and white photograph of a young boy in a traditional Cub Scout uniform, reaching back behind him to cup his buttocks... It looked like he had just been spanked.

Gingerly, I opened the magazine and skipped the contents page... I blushed... my heart raced and I felt all giddy in my tummy as picture after picture of boy after boy confronted me. Most of them were around my age... some a little younger, some a little older too... In each set, the boy would start by being fully clothed in some outfit or uniform or other. Cowboy... policeman... fireman... doctor... boy scout... soccer player... school boy... businessman and even a ballerina...

As each set progressed, the boy would remove his clothing an item at a time... There would be a few a photographs, some in colour of the boy posing in his underwear... Sometimes the boy subject would pull his underpants to the side, or tug them down at the front to show off his privates inside... I gulped... and blushed scarlet... Even worse for me, each boy was then photographed with his underpants fully off... several pictures of each boy now fully naked, posing, bending down... holding themselves... Some boys had foreskins... others were circumcised... Each boy had a couple of genital close up shots to finish... One image flaccid, the next with his erection on show.

Being eleven years old and confronted by that kind of material was very confusing at the time. I mean, this was 1986 and I was instantly scared that I was about to become gay... Don't get me wrong, I'm not prejudice, really I'm not. But I knew I liked girls... In fact, I knew then that I loved Emma Smart. But I couldn't understand why my crotch was tingling, and I had an erection in my panties while I was looking at this first magazine...

I look back on it now and realise that this wasn't some bisexual or homosexual discovery or revelation... I was more turned on at the thought that the girls in the Club would look at pictures of all these boys... looking at them as they took off their clothes and then posed fully naked with everything on show. It was no wonder that they could control me so easily. I was becoming sexually excited at the knowledge that the girls would no doubt be giggling with each other as they looked at the pictures... getting to see all of those different penises... the shapes, the sizes... the colours... I could imagine them whispering in great detail to each other about each boy they were looking at... relishing the power that they had over all of those boys. The girls had seen them... but the boys hadn't seen anything in return... It reaffirmed their authority and supremacy.

I couldn't believe that boys would actually want to pose for pictures like that and wondered what kind of brave boy would actually 'agree to do it...' I put that magazine down and picked up another one... I didn't even look at the title, I just wanted to see what was inside... to understand everything that the girls had access too that enabled them to control and dominate me, or other boys.

This magazine was all together even more explicit in what it showed and what it represented... The first set featured a girl of about fourteen or fifteen dressed as a school teacher in her classroom. In front of her was a class of girls, maybe a year or so younger than me. She had a slipper in her hand. Next to her, stood a boy... the only boy in the class it seemed, and was about my age.

As the photo set advanced, the girl teacher was clearly giving the boy a lecture and the boy was blushing... Meanwhile the girls were looking knowingly at each other and smiling. The girl teacher handed him a stick of white chalk and made the boy write something on the blackboard...

'MÄDCHEN sind besser als jungen...' With the powers of hindsight, I now know that the magazine was German and what the boy was made to write... 'GIRLS are superior to boys...'

The next photos in the sequence showed the boy standing at the front of the class, facing his giggling girl classmates. Piece by piece, he removed his clothing, the girl teacher threatening him with the slipper in her hand. Soon enough, the boy was blushing scarlet when he was wearing just his underpants. But the story didn't stop there... I blushed hard on behalf of the boy in the pictures, pushing my hand against my aroused, stiffened genitals as the photo set in the magazine showed him take his underpants off and stand facing the girls with his hands on his head. He penis was flaccid, uncircumcised and fully on show, with an accompanying close up showing his modest little wrinkly ball sac underneath too.

The final images of that set showed the boy being spanked with the slipper by the girl teacher, and with the fully clothed schoolgirls smiling and obviously giggling at his treatment. Lastly, he stood teary eyed, cheeks crimson at the front of the classroom, his bottom showing evidence of his spanking, and his penis fully erect.

"Oh my god..." I gasped quietly, as I flicked through more of the magazine... There was a seemingly endless number of photosets in these magazines featuring boys being spanked by women... spanked by girls... boys stripping naked in front of fully clothed girls or being forcibly stripped naked by girls. "How can... how can this be?"

I picked up another magazine and opened it... more of the same... My heart was racing even more by now... I was drowning in a confused sea of emotions, feelings of humiliation on behalf of my gender and feelings of undeniable sexual arousal. I was tempted to pull my cock out and give myself some relief... But I didn't. I just squeezed my penis through my jeans every now and then to ride the feelings I felt.

Checking the cover, it read 'Vorherrschaft...' ('Supremacy' in German). In this magazine, there were more pictures of boys, more often than not naked or in some sort of situation where they were taking their clothes off. There was a lot more sexual posing or teasing in that one. Each set went on to feature one or more fully clothed girls, smiling and teasing the boys shown in the photosets. Again, there was a variety of different scenarios depicted in each one.

Sometimes, the naked boy would be shown in what I had experienced as 'display' or 'sit' position in front of a group of girls... The girls obviously in charge... obviously dominating. One photo set caught my eye... It was a Cub Scout, maybe a year younger than me... and captured by a small pack of girls wearing their Brownie uniform around a wooded camp fire.

True to form, the photoset showed the boy suffering the taunts from the girls as he stripped naked in front of them. The boy's circumcised penis was flaccid at first... but the set continued to show what the girls made him do... Several pictures of him performing handstands followed, all while the girls cheered and clapped and pointed you know where. Soon, the blushing boy's hairless penis was fully erect...

One picture showed a blonde haired girl spanking his bottom with her hand... then another girl, a grinning brunette was striking his bottom with a small 'switch' made from a thin branch from a bush. Finally, the blonde girl was pictured carefully arranging the boy into what I had experienced as 'playtime' position... and the set finished by showing her playing with the boy's penis while her Brownie colleagues looked on and laughed.

I closed my eyes in embarrassed shock at what I was seeing, squeezing my penis and barely able to resist the urge to masturbate such was my confusing level of arousal. I just knew I liked girls... but couldn't understand why I was so turned on.

There was a thicker, textbook kind of format book a little deeper inside the toy chest and I picked it up to examine the cover. It was plain black all over except for the publisher's name and book title, 'Modern Female's Guide To Controlling Her Male...' The sub-title proclaimed, 'Man or boy, learn how to enslave and control the males in your life...'

I gulped again at what I guessed I was about to discover... Inside this book, there were stories and 'true accounts' about men being slaves to women... Lots of references to 'sex slaves...' There were also just as many stories about boys also being enslaved by women, and crucially by girls too...

This book tended to contain less images and was more about the stories or accounts. What images were in there tended to be drawings, sketches and simple line art. They all featured naked boys or men, and always with fully clothed women or girls... Some of the images... kind of like cartoons, appeared to be quite elderly, as though they were drawn many years previously... right back to the 1800s possibly. There were 'cartoons' or detailed drawings that showed boys kissing their 'mistresses' feet... Sometimes a woman, sometimes a girl or girls. Sometimes the boy would be having to suck a girl's toe... Sometimes, it was his penis or balls being played with...

Progressing deeper into the book, there were images of spanking... various spanking devices and other 'torturing of the male' devices that I couldn't imagine the possible use for unless I saw it depicted in one of the drawings. Lots of male genitals being touched or tortured in some way... boy bottoms being spanked... caned... It was never ending... Though the drawn images were often grainy, there was enough detail on the faces and the private parts to see exactly what was happening... I recognised most of it... It had been happening to me. No wonder the girls of Langton Magna had such beliefs and experience.

I sighed, resigned to the fact that I was never going to be able to take all of this in during one illicit visit to the Club Hut... And besides, I was still looking for different stuff that might actually help let me get the upper hand in the battle I was part of. I looked up and saw the edge of the spanking slipper and wondered what else was up there on the shelf...

I tried to jump up naively to see what was on the shelf and also tried standing on tip-toe to reach the slipper. Maybe I could use it to move whatever else was on the shelf along and I could catch it when it fell off the end. Resourceful to a degree, but not quite clever enough was I? After a few missed attempts at reaching the slipper, I suddenly remembered that I saw a girl reach up to collect the slipper for a spanking I had earned earlier in the week... It was Anita... I remembered looking up as she climbed up on the toy chest to reach the slipper... I had been staring at her bottom!

'Of course!' I chided myself, wrestling the toy-chest over to a position underneath the shelf. I closed the lid and climbed up on it... The shelf was very dusty... but next to the spanking slipper, there was a long line of books... They looked old and dusty, and kind of like scrapbooks... I picked up the first one I could reach, climbing back down off the toy chest and sitting myself down in the garden chair that Caroline... Miss Caroline usually sat in.

What I read began to blow my mind out of the water...

--

This scrapbook belongs to Nicola Smart...
For Girls' Eyes Only...
The Summer Of 1964...

The front cover of the scrapbook was a neatly made affair, carefully wrapped in plain white paper, albeit now a little smutty as a result of the subsequent dusty dampness inside the hut over the intervening years of storage. Then it hit me...

"My god..." I gasped. "Nicola Smart... Nikki Smart!! Shit... that's Emma's mum..."

My heart raced as I came to realise what might be inside the book and with my young boyish hands shaking, I finally plucked up the courage to turn the page and look inside... There I found an 'introduction' telling the reader what the scrap book was about... all in the most neat, carefully crafted girlish handwriting one could imagine... You know the kind... a confident, feminine neatness far beyond handwriting achieved by any boy I ever knew or have known since.

And so, I began to read... my face awash with blushes and the feelings of confused excitement periodically squeezing my knees together to stem the tingling arousal I was feeling in my genitals.

'This book is private... for girls' eyes only because girls are the supreme rulers of Langton Magna and boys are nothing more than weak, pitiful slaves to us. Boys are immature and easy to train to obey girls and admit that girls are just simply... better...'

I gulped with embarrassment at what I was reading...

'If you're a boy reading this... you better stop now and find a comic to read instead as you won't like what you'll find inside this book... Apart from scaring you to death... if we find out that a boy has read this book, we'll make sure that he's sorry... Girls rule forever!!'

'This book is all about the summer that my friends in Langton Magna Girls' Club and I captured Anthony White spying on our girls only club house... He thought he was so clever just because he was a boy... But this book contains his journey to a more truthful understanding of what he is... This is a record of how we tamed him like a little puppy and made him join us... as one of the girls! The next two books record how we captured and humiliated his friends into joining us too!!'

"Jees-sus!" I whispered, not sure whether to grimace, cry or run out of the hut and back to my bedroom in disbelief and shame. 'Anthony White? Tony! My god... NOOO! That's my dad! Holy SHIT!'

In denial, I snapped the book closed and shut my eyes tight... I knew I shouldn't look... I knew it... But my curiosity snared me... so I gingerly opened the scrapbook again and began to read and study... Somehow, I just had to know.

One by one, I read written statements of various activities undertaken during that summer to snare and enslave the boy who became my dad as a member of the Girls' Club. There were six girls that had submitted detailed handwritten testimonies to various events... punishments... discoveries... justifications... demonstrations... It was so thorough...

I had no idea that my own dad might have suffered the same kind of treatment that I myself had experienced over the course of this first week in Langton Magna... It was almost as though this could have been my story... but I myself was only at the very start of my journey. There was an account of my dad's initial capture by the girls... the actual set up of it... Then there was his initial protest, denials and the enforced stripping at the hands of the girls before he could run away... It all happened right there in the very same hut... There was an account of his first inspection... his first spanking... and his very first utterance of the boys' code. It was all so familiar... so well practiced. The girls were an institution.... a revolution.

Occasionally, there were simple hand drawn doodles or cartoons that depicted a naked boy (no doubt my dad) performing or suffering some sort of humiliating act in front of a circle of fully clothed, grinning girl characters... The graphic nature of some of the more detailed drawings made me curl my toes and feel a renewed scarlet flush spread through my cheeks. There were all sorts of charts and measurements in the book... just like the charts and measurements that the girls had started all about my own genitals, cleanliness and punishments.

On one page, I recognised handwriting as being that penned by my father... Well, a more untidy, younger iteration of my dad's handwriting...

'My name is Anthony White and I am thirteen years old. During the Girls' Club meetings, I am called Toni, which is my girl name. I used to think that boys were best and that to be a boy was something special and to be proud of. But the girls have made me see things differently... and how it's actually girls and females who are the superior sex...'

'I really didn't want to believe it and I didn't like it at all when the girls first took my clothes off me and touched and laughed at my willy... I hated it when they spanked my bottom and started to make me obey them. It was embarrassing and it felt awful. But the girls started to show me why boys are not as good as girls.'

'I know now that girls are better than boys in every single way... They are much more clever than boys... they are much more resourceful and far stronger in many ways... Females are able to withstand much more pain than us pitiful, weakling males. Girls are neat and tidy, boys are scruffy and disorganised and think only of themselves...'

'Because boys are slaves to pleasing their own penis, girls are able to rule over us very easily. To have a penis is a major weakness in our natural design, and the girls have shown me how easy it is for them to control my penis... And once a girl controls a boy's penis, then they have total control over him... The same applies for men and women... Women are superior to men in every way too. I understand that females are the superior sex.'

'I don't like to get spanked by girls... especially in front of the other girls or boy members.. So I'm always a good, clean boy when I come to play at the Club... I always freely admit that girls are better than boys and I'm regularly rewarded by the girls for how my views about which sex is better have improved. It's better to have a vagina and a vulva, instead of a dumb, worthless penis like mine... I don't mind that it's embarrassing to be a boy any more, and embarrassing to have a worthless little penis so easily controlled by girls... The girls have shown me that it's all very natural for girls to lead and control boys... All boys are slaves to girls. All the boys around the world should be naked slaves of girls for them to do with as they please.'

'I like to wear my panties now when I attend Club... and I like to say the Langton Magna Girls' Club code for boys... which is this...'

'Girls are in charge, boys are not...
Boys... are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way...'

'I felt a little silly at first when the girls told me to say it... But now I don't mind saying it every time I come to Club meetings. I also have to sing a song too, a song that the girls wrote for me. I have to perform it on command when a girl instructs me to, either in Club time or whenever the girls choose. My performance requires me to strip naked when commanded, and also to perform my own dance moves. It is very embarrassing, but I do it because the girls are in charge and because I'm a boy. I like being a good boy and I don't want to be spanked again, especially on my penis. So, I like to obey girls. This is my song... to the tune of The Beatles record in the charts right now. It's really called 'Can't Buy Me Love...' But the girls have written the song to be called 'Girls Are The Best...'

'Girls are the best, yeah
Girls are the best...

Boys are slaves to girls my friend, and that's alright with me,
I pull my knickers down for girls, right down to my knees...
Cos girls just want to, see my willy... and see how much it moves.

I promise to obey all girls, what they tell me I will do,
I jump and jive across the floor, and then show my bum off too...
Cos girls just want to, see my willy... and see how much it moves.

Girls are the best, nature made it that way,
Girls are the best, yeah yeah yeah, yay!

I kick my panties off for you, watch me dance like a girl guide,
Now that I'm all naked here, there's nowhere I can hide...
Cos girls just want to, see my willy... and see how much it moves.
<at that point, either I spank my bottom, or one of the girls does it>
Owwww...

Girls are the best, nature made it that way,
Girls are the best, yeah yeah yeah, yay!

My willy is a worthless worm, a play toy for the girls,
My song is nearly over now, so I'll finish with a twirl...
Cos girls just want to, see my willy... and see how much it moves.

Girls are the best, nature made it that way,
Girls are the best, yeah yeah yeah, yay!'

'My favourite girl is Patty Powell... She's in the year below me at school but is now in total control of me. She's so much more mature than me and she comes round to my house to give me my bath each night. The second time she came to visit, she shaved off my pubic hair... Now, I am kept smooth like a little boy again until the girls decide I can grow it all back again...'

'If my mum thinks I've been naughty, Miss Patty is allowed to spank me too. Sometimes that happens when Katie and Susan, my two girl cousins are present... I like it when Miss Patty plays with my willy and makes me feel good, even when it's in front of all the other girls. I like being Miss Patty's nude slaveboy best.'

"Patty?" I called out loud, forgetting my surroundings for a moment. 'Patty Powell? Patricia Powell?' I couldn't believe it... that was my mum... My own mother, somehow in charge of my dad even though they were around my age... I was lost for words, not sure what to think. All of a sudden, things started to make some sort of sense.

I knew already that I was not the first boy to fall prey to the Langton Magna girls... What I did see now though was that it all seemed to go back at least as far as 1964. Was my dad the first? That could wait... I had just found out that my mother... my own flaming mother was also part of the Langton Magna Girls' Club in days gone by. She knew a whole lot more than I had ever considered. I felt kind of sick... nervous, confused, aroused sickness.

My mum must have known everything... I was just the latest one to find everything out.

'Oh god...' I thought suddenly. 'This is no accident... This isn't just simply bad luck for me... My mum moved us here so I could be next? My mum wants me to obey girls... She wants me to learn why females are superior... She wants Emma to control me... MUMMY, how could you?'

I guess I felt a bit like Luke Skywalker in Cloud City on Bespin... suddenly finding out that Darth Vader is his father in The Empire Strikes Back... It was that kind of turmoil going on in my mind... The nettle ridden hand of young dominant feminism held outstretched to me... imploring me to join them, whilst I clung to the tallest of exposed, wobbling towers of dwindling masculinity... The choice of falling to my uncertain future, or submitting to the stinging hand of female superiority leaving me full of angst... There was no Millennium Falcon to come to my rescue.

'There'll be no escape for Phillipa this time...' I heard C-3PO call out metallically in my mind. 'I'll be sent to the spice mines of Kessel or blasted into who knows what... We're doomed... The chances of escaping Langton Magna Girls' Club are two billion, seven hundred and fifty six thousand... to one...'

I should have felt like crying, but I didn't... I wanted to read on and complete the book. Here was something I could challenge my mother with and see if there was an opportunity to stop all this. I thought about going to the Police... but she was my mum. I couldn't call the Police on my mum... she hadn't actually done anything to me, had she? And who would believe me anyway? This was so entrenched, so... rural... the Police would probably turn a blind eye anyway.

So I continued to read...

--
'Wanking Toni The First Time - By Patricia Powell, Age Twelve...'

I gulped in astonishment as I saw the title of the first account written in the scrapbook by my very own mother from when she was nothing more than a pubescent girl. As you might expect from a narrative given by one of the girls, it was written so confidently, in such detail, it was very humbling (and not a little humiliating) for a boy to read. The girls knew everything... and it only made them enjoy their dominance all the more.

'Friday 19th June 1964... This evening, after tea, we held a special meeting to celebrate Toni's thirteenth birthday... This was the third meeting since Toni had been caught spying on us. The second one since his uncomfortable initiation... He looked so handsome standing there barefoot as the meeting began, still wearing his school uniform. There were four girls there this evening... Me, Nikki, Juliet and Helen. He listened intently as us girls started the meeting with our usual opening prayer... Then, for the first time, Toni recited the boys' code without the need for prompting from us, or reading the words off the piece of note paper... We were so proud of him.'

'Nikki, being the oldest out of us girls, told the boy to stand right in the middle of us four girls and start removing his clothes... Toni protested a little at first, until Nikki reminded him of all the evidence we now had on him to ensure that he would continue to obey us and further his learning... So Toni untied his red and black striped school tie, and held it out as an offering of his submission to Nikki... Nikki asked him who his favourite girl was in the Club... and Toni softly, quietly spoke my name...'

'I was so thrilled that I was already Toni's favourite... he really was handsome and I regularly have to diddle my tingly girl places when thinking about him... especially now that I've seen him naked so often!! Nikki told Toni to turn round and face me while he stripped off, so he turned round and handed me his tie... He was blushing scarlet and unable to look me in the eye as I took the tie from him. He was submitting to me this time!! He then bit his lip shyly as he slowly unbuttoned the seven buttons on his shirt... each released button exposing more of his firm chest to my glistening, attentive eyes. I love it when we get to make boys strip...'

'All four of us were giggling and trying to hum the famous old Stripper tune as he pulled his shirt off, fully exposing his upper body and his tummy... I could never grow tired of looking at his tummy button!! I couldn't take my eyes off it, even when he handed me his school shirt. Yummy! He unfastened the buckle of the belt around his waist, his hands shaking in trepidation at having to bare everything in front of us girls again! He popped open the button on his simple, slate grey school shorts and pulled down the zipper, still unable to look at me...'

'After stepping out of his shorts and handing them to me, I was finally able to look into Toni's eyes. They were teary and mournful... He looked beaten and resigned to what was about to happen, though still had a look of hope, and seeking redemption... I thought he was about to cry and beg to be let go. So I smiled at him and told him to be a big, brave boy. I reminded him that it was his birthday and that this was going to be his birthday treat and that there were only four girls present to see it... This was going to be special... I then gave him the command to take off his underpants and get into welcome position...'

'His voice trembled as he confirmed my command and addressed me as Miss Patty... After several shaky false starts, Toni finally hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his navy blue underpants and began to tug them down his thighs... He bent forward as he did so, trying to keep himself covered up for the longest possible time, just like the Big Book Of Boy Secrets says that all boys try to do...'

'Us girls couldn't help it, but we giggled and stared right at his droopy willy and balls as he finally straightened up. Seeing a boy strip naked and obey a girl like this always made my nipples stand on end and the little nubbin of my cunny tingle too. I love being a girl... Toni was a marvel to us... This was the first boy any of us girls had tamed and broken who had some pubic hair. It wasn't thick, like the book of secrets sometimes showed, but there was enough to tell us that Toni had started his puberty... Tonight, we were going to see if we could make him shoot! And if he could shoot, we wanted to see how far we could make it fly!!''

'Helen and Juliet moved the toy chest into the centre of the hut and I placed a cushion on the top of it for Toni to kneel up on. I instructed him to climb on top of the toy chest and kneel in the 'sit' position. He begged us not to hurt him a couple of times, which I thought was really sweet. Nikki thought it was just funny. Helen fetched out the measuring tape and laid it down on the floor ready to record how far Toni's boy juice would fly out. It was so exciting.'

'Toni was now in place, kneeling up on top of the toy chest with his hands behind his head, his ankles locked in place behind him and his boy parts right there on show for us. As we took turns to touch his willy and fondle his balls, I told Toni to keep saying 'girls are better than boys' over and over until we were done. To hear a boy admit the truth like that over and over felt wonderful to me, especially as I was playing with his most treasured masculine private parts! Parts that now belong to us girls!'

'It wasn't long before Toni's willy became all stiff and hard with his excitement... We could tell he liked what we were doing to him... He couldn't deny how excited his body was... Just like the Big Book Of Boy Secrets told us... Every boy was the same. And so... as Toni kept repeating the fact that girls are better than boys, I began to masturbate him... tugging the skin of his cock back to expose his cute little purple mushroom! When it popped out from under the foreskin, the other girls giggled... Us girls were now ready for a good show!'

'As I wanked him gently, I noticed how warm and soft his skin was... Indeed, the little pouting purple mushroom at the tip of his cock felt red hot as my fingertips teased and rubbed all over the top and underside... Still repeating his words of wisdom, Toni gasped and whimpered as I stroked his cock back and forth... My pace quickened and he submitted to me by beginning to thrust his crotch forward and back... It looked like he was trying to make love to my hands... which was like what the Big Book Of Boy Secrets said happens with boys, especially when they like what is happening to them. It's the boy's body telling him that he needs to have the good feeling in his willy soon.'

'I told Toni that he was a good boy for continuing to repeat that girls were better and I told him that this was his special birthday treat. I reminded him that he was a lucky boy to get to share it with four such pretty girls... I then warned him that I wasn't going to stop wanking him now until I had made his willy squirt his boy juice, and that when he had his climax, he was to say 'my willy belongs to girls...'

'I was wanking him off as quick as I could now and I could hear his breathing become ragged as he struggled to say his words... Helen encouraged him with a couple of spanks to his bum cheeks that made him whimper and refocus on the rules of his birthday treat! All of a sudden, Toni sighed and whimpered, and his hips started to shake violently... Nikki and I looked at each other and grinned... we knew what that meant... He was about to shoot his boy milk for us! So, the other girls moved back a little and we all stared with anticipation, right at his cock... I heard him say...'

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Suddenly, I noticed a shadow out of the corner of my eye... I had been so focussed on the various details held in the scrapbook, I hadn't heard anyone approaching the hut... But there I was... caught red handed, my hand pressed hard into my crotch... The hut was seemingly filling up with girls... angry girls discovering the boy-shaped trespasser... the traitor... All I could do was gulp, my mouth hanging open dryly in mortified disbelief.

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Phillip White will return in Part 4B of The Village - The History Lesson Continues.

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