The Village 5
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.
--
The fifth chapter of Phillip's
story as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna...
Phillip confronts his mother, and another visitor arrives to give him
his
bath.
Main
Characters -
Phillip
White - eleven years old... Known as 'Phillipa' during Club
time.
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...'
Josie
Roberts - thirteen years old, and Stephen's sister.
Stephen
Roberts - eleven years old,
Josie's brother. Known as 'Stephanie' during Club time.
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. Camera operator extraordinaire.
Natasha
Billington - twelve years old.
Anita
Billington - ten years old.
Miss
Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.
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Chapter
5 - The
Home Truths...
Steven
and I went
our separate ways at the edge of the woods next to the veterinary
practice and
we headed home after a very eventful day at the Langton Magna Girls'
Club.
Events that had seen mixed emotions, mixed feelings and very mixed up
experiences for both of us. Through it all, the green shoots of hope
and an
emerging bond of friendship made me in particular feel quite buoyant as
I
jogged down the lane back to my home. The white plastic bag with the
magazine I
had been given and the scrapbook inside rustling as I jogged.
The
feeling of
emotional buoyancy and renewed boyishness was short lived however. Once
left to
my own devices again, there was the stark reminder of the outfit I was
wearing... The pink halter top... the pink cotton shorts... girls'
clothes...
Emma's clothes. I was a boy, but I was dressed like a girl... and I was
going
home whilst looking like that. It crossed my mind whether to jump into
the
bushes and strip down to my underwear and take the risk of running back
home
without being seen.
'Oh
man... I've
got girls' panties on too, you dummy!' I thought with worry. 'What if I
get
seen?' With that, I started to run faster down the lane hoping not to
meet
anyone who might ask questions I would struggle to answer with any
comfort.
My mind
was
starting to focus on what I would say to my mother... What I would
scream, and
shout and be all angry about. There were so many questions in my mind
that it
all became a bit of a panic and a blur of questions like 'why didn't
you say
something? Why didn't you warn me? Why did you let this happen? Why
isn't my
dad here anymore?'
Slightly
out of
breath, I reached the door to the cottage. I took a few moments to
prepare
myself before going inside. I was kind of scared to enter my own home
while looking
like a girl. I could smell that dinner was cooking, which meant that my
mother
was already home from work. I swallowed hard and put my hand on the
door handle...
then I let go... grabbed it... let go again... I was so nervous.
By now,
I was
aware that although my limbs were still a little achy, my penis was now
finally
limp and relaxed. Although I didn't know what had caused all of that,
the after
effects of the drink had worn off sufficiently that I now felt at least
'normal' or at rest between my legs. The natural pause afforded by my
sudden
lack of bravery to enter my own home allowed me to readjust myself so
that my
penis was inside the confines of the panties and not left emerging from
the top
of the waist band.
'Come
on... use
the Force!' I told my inner self. 'They're just clothes... The girls
even told
you that mum will expect to see you come home one day dressed like
this... come
on, do it!' I closed my eyes, counted to five and then grabbed the door
handle
again... Finally, I pulled downward and pushed the door inward a
little. It
yielded, and just like that, I was gingerly walking inside. My tummy
was
fluttering inside with absolute peril and turmoil. I really wasn't sure
that I
had the belly for facing my mother... not dressed like this. 'Maybe I
can sneak
to my room, get changed... then face mum...' I thought.
Inside
the
kitchen, sure enough, dinner was cooking... There were some potatoes
boiling in
a saucepan, another pan with some peas and sliced carrots simmering,
and in the
oven, two pieces of gammon steak. On the side next to the cooker, a
small tin
of pineapple rings sat ready to open. To my temporary relief, I was the
only
one in the kitchen...
"Mum?"
I
called out softly, closing the door carefully with a 'clunk' behind me.
I had
said it so silently that unless she was stood right next to me, there
was no
way she would have heard me. It was the call of a shy, nervous and
scared boy.
Me, shy? I never was previously. Now I wasn't so sure I wanted my
mother to see
me... not until I got changed anyway. It felt so 'shameful' to be
dressed like
a girl. An affront to my gender.
I
started to
tip-toe through the kitchen, making my way to the hall...
<creeeeaaakk>
'Damn it,' I cursed inside, hearing the creak of a wooden floorboard as
I
reached the open doorway to the lounge. I timidly craned my neck inside
the
doorway to the lounge to see if my mother was in there... but there was
no sign
of her in there. I swallowed again, wondering where my mother could be.
I then hoped
she was in the bathroom, and so I stooped down to unfasten the laces of
my
trainers. I kicked them quietly off my feet and then placed them in the
shoe
rack.
My
attention
turned to the stairs... All I had to do was get up the stairs, into my
room and
out of these girls' clothes and I would be 'saved.' My heart was now
thumping
in my chest as some sort of salvation became clearer, like the small
glint of
light at the end of a very long tunnel. At the bottom of the stairs, I
looked
up... seeing my destination so close, yet so far. I gulped, gripped the
banister, took a deep breath and put my foot on the bottom step, ready
to
climb.
"Excuse
me
young lady... where do you think you're going?" I heard my mum say from
behind me... back towards the kitchen. But how?
'Young
lady?' I
thought with horror. 'I'm a boy! I'm Phillip... your son...' I dared
not look
round.
"I
asked you
a question... turn around and look at me girl. What are you doing in my
home?" she called out again, more insistent and stern. I had no choice
but
to turn around did I?
Looking
down at
the floor, I slowly began to turn around and face my mother, my face
turning
crimson. I felt sick... I felt weak... I felt so curiously different. I
just
wanted things to be normal... I just wanted to feel and look like a
boy.
"Mum...
I..." I spoke softly, unable to raise my head through shame and
nervousness. I could feel the heat spreading through my cheeks... tears
forming
at the corners of my eyes. I was a boy, dressed like a girl, confused
as hell
and feeling so alone in a topsy-turvy world that the girls had dragged
me into.
"Oh
it's you
Phillip..." my mother gasped with fake surprise and with some amusement
in
her voice. She chuckled a little too. "I was down the back yard picking
some strawberries for dessert and I heard the door close... I thought
you were
a thief! But it's you... it's actually
you!! Oh Phillipa, how
sweet you look!"
"Mum!
Stop
it!" I retorted, finding my voice again as I scowled at her. "I'm NOT
a girl... I can explain... I... I don't like-"
"Oh but
you
look so cute in those..." she smiled, pointing at my clothes as she interrupted my protest. "The
daughter I
never had <giggle>. Oh you're so adorable! So what
happened? Were you
playing with the girls again? Did you lose another dare game? Hmmm?"
"No
mum..." I bristled. "Look stop it... I don't have a choice... okay? I... errrm... <blush>
I've
done nothing wrong... It's you lot...
You know what happens... You know about the Club... you were in it...
you
and... dad... How could you? How could you let them do this to me?" I
began to sniffle as the tears threatened to break free and leave me
crying like
a sissy in front of my own mother. "Why? Why is it happening?"
"Don't
be
upset Phillipa... not when it's your girl time..." she said to me,
trying
to calm me down.
"But I
don't
want GIRL TIME!" I replied more
angrily than even before, banging my hand down on the banister. "I'm a BOY! I hate it... it's not fair!
Why didn't you tell me about dad? Why didn't you warn me about what
happens
here? The club... and... and..."
<sniffle>
"First
things
first Phillip..." she replied calmly, dismissing my stroppy behaviour
with
a wave of her hand. "I'm busy with making dinner right now, so I can't
answer your questions. And secondly, I won't have such angry behaviour
in the
house... You need to calm down and get yourself ready for dinner...
then maybe
I'll answer your questions when you're a little less... hormonal..."
"But..."
I began to protest again... However, I was cut short by the raising of
an
eyebrow that warned me not to push too hard with my mother. "Please...
mummy... it's just too weird... I don't understand... I don't want to
be a
girl..."
"After
dinner's
ready Phillipa..." my mother insisted.
"Can I
get
changed? Please?" I sniffled hopefully.
"Yes,
you may
change for dinner... but you have to calm down, or there will be
consequences.
This angry behaviour is not acceptable and I won't allow it to start
now. Boy,
girl, whatever... You can stay in your room or go in the lounge and
watch TV,
either way, don't you dare be sulky when dinner is ready... okay
pumpkin?"
Her voice both serious and flippantly jocular at the same time. Looking
back,
she was giving me a chance. Fortunately, I took it.
"Okay
mum..." I replied quietly, still in need of answers to lots of
questions. The
biggest question was, could I handle the answers as an eleven year old
boy?
Could I handle any of this? What was happening seemed to be so natural
for the
girls... but so alien for a boy... so contradictory to what I had so
far
learned in life as an immature male...
With my
plastic
bag rustling at my side, I scurried up the stairs before the tears
could start
to fall and I went to my bedroom, desperate to get out of my girls'
clothes and
into something of my own... something definitely boyish. Once inside
the
sanctuary of my bedroom, I quickly stripped off my halter top and
cotton
shorts... but not before studying how I looked in the mirror. It was
too
scary... I really did look like a girl... So I turned away from the
mirror and
stripped off my clothes. Panties too, leaving the clothes in an untidy
heap on
the floor.
Naked,
having some
sort of 're-birth' as a boy... back to the 'real' me... I emptied the
plastic
bag of the magazine and scrapbook I had been given to borrow and
quickly hid
them in my backpack... Then, I drew back the bed covers and retrieved
my
pyjamas. They were the same Return Of The Jedi pyjamas I had worn the
previous
night. They were representative of something familiar, something
boyish... and something
that I liked. As quickly as I had stripped out of the girls' clothes, I
put my
pyjamas on.
With my
boyish
self seemingly restored to 'normal' again, I quietly took a deep breath
and
returned downstairs... to the lounge, ready to watch some television
before
facing dinner with my mother. A dinner that I hoped would answer my
questions,
and exercise my fears, insecurities and concerns about the world I was
now engaged
with.
Sadly,
I wasn't
going to find anything to console me on the television...
It was
'prime
time' childrens television on the main channels. Believe it or not,
there were
only four television channels in the UK in
1986... So I began to watch a
program called 'Holly's Summer Adventures...' As I joined the program
late, I
wasn't fully up on what the actual plot of this episode was about...
but it
didn't take me long to get a handle on things.
There
was a group
of boys teasing some girls at their local youth club about 'football'
(or
soccer as it is called in the US).
I guess the characters were all between ten and thirteen years old. The
lead
boy was being particularly snotty and making statements effectively
saying that
'girls can't play football.' Another boy claimed that girls were the
weaker sex.
As a result, the lead girl (Holly) challenged him to a game of football
the
next day...
"Girls,
against boys..." she smiled confidently...
"Wh-what?"
the boy replied sheepishly and with caution in his voice.
"You
heard
me... let's play football against each other... us, against you...
We'll see
who's better at football, AND which
is the weaker sex!"
"Errrm...
okay then, you're on!" the boy replied more eagerly, obviously trying
to
unsettle the girl, but it didn't work. She just smiled sweetly, turned
on her
heals and walked away with the other girls.
So the
action
progressed to the next day, the small team of girls were wearing pink
(obviously), and the boys were wearing blue. It was a 5-aside game
taking place
in the school gym. The rest of the youth club members were sitting on
the
sidelines. The girls obviously cheering for the girls, and the boys
cheering
for the boys.
"It's
not
fair, Mrs Jackson is the referee..." the lead boy whined pathetically.
"She's a woman... she'll favour the girls."
"And a
man
wouldn't favour you boys?" Holly retorted, shaking her head and smiling
wistfully, her hands resting at her hips in a no-nonsense kind of way
that
projected girlish confidence. "Somebody has to be the referee... so
you'll
just have to lump it. Anyway, you're only getting your excuses in early
since you're
scared that we'll beat you!" It was her turn to tease the boys now. The
other girls in the team nodded their heads and agreed with their
'captain.'
"Shut
up! Of
course we're not scared... Are we boys?" he replied. And naturally, the
boys' team all agreed heartily, sneering back at the girls. "We're
going
to win... hands down!"
So, the
match
began... another battle of the sexes underway. Childrens television was
rife
with it... and it still is today. Nothing like playing one sex off
against the
other with such trifling triviality. But as an eleven year old boy as I
was
then, it mattered to me a lot. Everything I had experienced that week
so far,
all boiled down to the need to see the boys win... Just once... to see
my
gender be successful at something.
But in
childrens
television, and in films too, females always win or get the upper hand.
As I
watched the
program, something deep inside me kind of knew what was going to
happen... but
I remained hopeful. The boys had to win... they had to show the girls
that boys
were better at football. I became engrossed in it... eager to see my
gender do
something good.
So you
can imagine
how happy I was when the boys' team took the lead. I punched the air
when the
ball crossed the line and score a goal. I breathed a sigh of relief.
What I
didn't like so much was that the boys' team spent a long time
celebrating the
goal. It was the kind of over the top goading of the opposition (the
girls)
that always seemed to provoke 'the weaker sex' into super-human feats.
The
camera showed
Holly and the other girls on the receiving end of the teasing from the
boys,
including numerous jeers and cat-calls from the boys on the sidelines
too. That
was one part of supporting my gender that I didn't like to see in
television
programs. Why couldn't we all just get along together? Why was
everything a
competition all the time?
Having
taken the
lead in the match, the boys had become overconfident... something I had
learned
about only too well during the course of the week at the Langton Magna
Girls'
Club. The boys were being dismissive and cocky, just passing the ball
between
themselves at the back and giggling at the girls who were trying to
tackle
them.
"Nice
try
cutie-pie," one boy taunted. "Why don't you go and play tea-parties
with your dolls?"
"Yeah..."
another boy chimed in, "or cross stitch a GIRLY cushion for your
teddy bear!"
Then
suddenly, one
of the boys made a mistake and the resultant stray pass was intercepted
by a
girl instead. She ran quickly towards the goal and took a shot with
surprising
power, complete with resonating sound effect... In amazingly cruel slow
motion,
the ball hit the boy goalkeeper right in the crotch and rebounded back
to the
girl. As the boy fell to the floor and curled into a ball to protect
his
privates, the girl kicked the ball again, right into the net to score a
goal...
The
girls team
went wild, giving the boys a taste of their own taunting medicine. The
camera
went to great lengths to show the boys trying to protest that the goal
scored
by the girls wasn't fair.
"Mrs
Jackson... it's not fair," the boys' captain whined. "She kicked the
ball right at his goolies... the goal should be disallowed."
"Nonsense
Peter..." Mrs Jackson the referee insisted, looking over the top of her
glasses. "Julie was entitled to kick the ball, and that's all she
did...
The goal stands because the goalkeeper wasn't fouled..." The girls were
giggling
at the boy who suffered the hurt privates, and of course for scoring a
goal
against the boys. Meanwhile, the boys continued to be incensed. And
that just
added to the predictable downfall of the male sex in this program I was
watching...
Soon,
some whimsical
music began to accompany the scene being portrayed on the television. I
recognised it as 'Yakety Sax,' which was normally used to accompany the
Benny
Hill show I was sometimes allowed to watch when I was younger. During
the
musical scene, the girls were shown to be working better together as a
team,
while the boys started to lose their cool even more, pointing and
protesting at
each other and blaming one another. Naturally, the girls were showing
some good
skills too, one particular twisty run and move between two girls left
several bemused
boys flat on their backside.
<CRUNCH> The music stopped suddenly
and a girl went crashing to the floor on the edge of the boys' area
after a
boisterous tackle from a disgruntled boy. The referee blew the whistle
to award
a free kick to the girls.
"What
did you
do that for?" the goalkeeper asked his friend. "She was going away
from goal..."
"She
deserved
it..." he replied. "Somebody has to show the girls who's boss!"
"But
what if
they score again? You idiot!" the goalkeeper gesticulated his
displeasure
at the prospect of the girls getting a free kick so close to goal with
just
seconds of the game remaining.
"Who
are you
calling an idiot? You let them score earlier... you wally!" the other
boy
argued, embroiling both of them into a slanging match while the rest of
the
world continued without them.
As the
two boys argued
between themselves, other members of the boys' team joined in,
including the
captain. With the boys more preoccupied with arguing amongst
themselves, the
female referee blew her whistle to allow the girl to take the free
kick... You
guessed it, the boys didn't notice and the girl kicked the ball
straight into
the empty net to score a goal... the winning goal...
The
cheering of
the girls' team and those on the sidelines brought the arguing boys
back to
focus on what was happening around them. Once more, the boys protested
to the
referee that they weren't ready... But the conniving referee just
smirked at
them and reminded them,
"Come
on boys...
good players always play to the sound of the whistle... The girls
scored a fair goal..."
As soon
as the
boys kicked off again at the restart, the referee ended the match and
the girls
had won. They had beaten the boys. My heart sank... I was so
disappointed. My
gender was hopeless. I experienced the failures and weakness of being a
boy, in
real life at the Girls' Club, and on television too.
'Girls
are better
than boys...' was all I could hear in my mind. 'Girls rule forever, and
there's
nothing boys can do about it...'
"Hoooray!"
The girls were cheering and hugging each other. On the other hand, the
boys'
team were looking very embarrassed and dejected in defeat. I actually
blushed
at the television, and I felt my penis lurch and flinch beyond my
control as I
watched the events unfold numbly.
"Girls are the champions, girls are the
champions!" the girls on the sidelines in the crowd began to
chant and
sing at the now silent boys, both players and supporters. It all seemed
so
familiar to me... The feeling of defeat to girls... the feelings of
male
inferiority. The horrific realisation that what the girls had taught me
in the
Club hut was all true. Girls really were better than boys... to have a
vagina,
was better. It was better to be a girl.
As my
disappointment and anger began to grow, I continued to watch the
program on the
television. The girls' captain, Holly, walked over to speak to the
boys'
captain, the gym falling dramatically silent before she spoke...
"So
Peter...
Girls can't play football huh?" she smirked. "Or maybe it's boys
who can't play football <giggle>!" With that, the other
girls in the
team, and those supporting from the sidelines also chuckled.
"Shut
up...
you cheated!" he grumbled with embarrassment and sour grapes.
"I
wonder
what else you boys believe that girls can't do... Name it, and we'll
show you
that we can do it after all... and
do it better!" Standing there
with her feet planted slightly apart and with her arms folded across
her chest,
she said, "So, now you're going to admit that girls are better at
football,
aren't you?"
"And
that
boys are the weaker sex!" another girl from the team added quickly.
Well
that was
it... I changed channel. I just couldn't handle the symbolism of boys
getting
beaten like that... It was too close to home for me right then, even
though it
was pretty standard plot writing for children's television. I should
have known
better... I should have allowed the girls their moment of smugness and
let it
just wash off my back like a duck with water. But it had been happening
to
me... It was all around me... in the Village Club... on the
television... at
home as well. So yes, I changed channel.
I knew
that there
was normally a light hearted quiz show on around this time on a
different
channel. But when I changed channel, I found that the program was on a
commercial
break and there were some adverts on.
As if
by magic,
the advert I saw first was for a brand of washing up liquid called
'Lily...' I
hadn't seen this advert before. The scene opened with Cub Scouts (boys)
sat
down one side of a length of tables, versus Brownies (girls) sat on the
other
side of the tables. Both sexes were washing up various bits of
crockery,
cutlery and saucepans at some sort of summer camp. The tables were laid
out in
a long, neat row, with ten cub scouts one side, and ten brownies on the
other.
"Isn't
it
wonderful to see the boys doing their fair share of the washing up
girls?"
the rather smug, female narrator said, looking adoringly into the eye
of the
girl at the end of the row in some sort of 'all girls together' kind of
innuendo. The girl nodded eagerly in reply. Butter wouldn't melt in her
mouth.
The
scene changed
to show a boy shaking an empty washing up liquid bottle and shrugging
his
shoulders, looking lost with what to do next. There was a veritable
mountain of
pots, dishes and pans still behind him for the boys to clean, but the
girls
were very nearly finished.
"Oh
dear...
the boys have run out of liquid already and they've still got ALL these pots to do... Those poor
boys!" the narrator said with a mocking tone of dismay.
The
shot briefly
changed to show some of the girls giggling at the boyish predicament...
their
underachievement, and their hopelessness.'
"For
just a
few pennies more, 'Lily' gives you a shinier finish and more
importantly, a
longer lasting bottle, up to 33% more dishes cleaned per bottle than
other
brands... Ready girls?"
"Yaaaaay!"
the Brownies gleefully cheered upon the successful completion of their
chore,
before proudly standing to attention next to their long line of
sparkling clean
pots, pans and dishes. Meanwhile, the boys on the opposite side of the
table were
still hard at work cleaning their pots in the now tired looking, dirty
water...
"No, no
boys!" the narrator teases. "That water's dirty... now you'll have to
do those all
over again..." The boys sighed with obvious frustration
and resignation. The scene switched to show a chirpy, bright, superior
looking
young Brownie with neat blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, skipping over
to the
embarrassed looking Cub Scout at the end of his row. She handed a half
full bottle
of 'Lily' to him and giggled smugly...
"You're
on
your own now boys! But this will help you boys do the job as good as
girls can!
Come on girls,
let's go and play!"
"Yaaaaay!"
the other Brownies cheered and started to run off towards the distant
play area.
"For a
longer
lasting bottle that outshines and beats the grime," the narrator began
to
summarise, "smart girls use 'Lily!' And with that, she winked into the
camera. The only thing missing was the flash of white, glinting from
her teeth.
"Damn
it!" I called out with angst, anger and some deep seated embarrassment.
I
was seemingly unable to get away from female superiority, or
emasculation on
any level... I was feeling quite distraught. It seemed to be there
around every
corner... 'Girls are better than boys... Boys are stupid... Boys are
slaves... We're
imperfect... But girls are perfect. Girls rule, forever! You can't beat
them...
you can't stop it... penises make us inferior... we're the weaker sex
now...'
I was
about to
hurl the remote control at the television before I heard my mother call
me for
dinner. Immediately, I realised then that I had my hand between my legs
and I
was gripping the tingling semi-hard penis inside my pyjamas... I was
aroused at
what I had seen, and what I had thought... Seeing boys get humiliated
by girls
'felt good.' Being a boy myself, under the command of girls and being
humiliated
by them, 'felt good...' Darn it! I really was starting to change... and
it was
the girls who had changed me, forever.
And
back to
reality, I let go of my penis and hoped that I would get answers from
my mother,
and knew that being angry was not going to help me understand,
especially over
dinner. So I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for five seconds and
then went
to the kitchen... I washed my hands in the sink and then sat opposite
my mother
at the dinner table.
It was
an
uncomfortable moment of silence as my mother dished up my dinner. She
had seen
me in my girls' clothes... and I knew that she knew that I knew that
she knew
(!!) all about the Club, and what happened there to boys like me. All
controlled by girls like my mother used to be. But now it was happening
to
me... like it had happened to my dad. I couldn't look at her as she sat
down. I
wanted to know so badly, the answers to all of my questions... But I
didn't
really know where to start, or whether I could handle the actual truth
of the
answers.
I
focussed on the
steam rising from the boiled vegetables and gammon steak on my plate
and bit my
lip nervously. I wasn't sure I was that hungry. As my mother began to
eat her
food, I picked up my fork and moved some peas around on the plate for a
moment.
"Mummy?"
I began quietly, my voice soft and timid.
"Yes
poppet?" she replied.
"Do...
do you
love me?" I asked, bravely looking up towards her. My mind had raced to
a
conclusion that if I didn't have the love of my mother, I'd have to run
away...
to my father. I needed some maternal reassurance to help give me
confidence to
ask further questions and understand everything that had been happening
around
me.
"Of
course I
love you dear... you're my son," she beamed warmly. "No matter what
happens or what you do in life, you'll always be my little boy..."
"Are
you...
errrm..." I paused shyly, spearing a carrot and three peas with my
fork.
"Are you, proud of me?" I
ate the vegetables, waiting for an answer.
"Proud?
But
of course I'm proud of you sweetheart... what ever has made you ask
that?"
"I
mean...
are you proud of me? Even though I'm a boy?" I asked, struggling as an
eleven year old might to find the right words and the right order in
which to
say them. "Or would you have preferred it if I were a girl?"
"Of
course
I'm proud of you Phillip... you'll always be my handsome little boy..."
"So why
did
you refer to me as the 'daughter you never had' when you spoke to me on
the
stairs? When you saw me in those... THINGS..."
I began to cut through some of the gammon, still unable to fully look
at my
mother. This was difficult for me, and I could only describe the
clothes I had
returned home in as 'things.'
"Oh
poppet...
that's just a figure of speech... It doesn't mean I don't love you or
think any
less of you because you're a boy! Honestly Phillip, sometimes you are
quite
adorable. Is that what all of this is about? Is that why you came home
dressed
in... pink things? Were you trying to see if that somehow I would love
you more
than I do already? Or is there more to all this? Are you trying to tell
me that...
deep down, you want to be a girl instead?"
"No
way!" I replied quickly with firm insistence. "You don't
understand... You know why I was wearing those clothes... You know
about the
Club and what goes on there... what happens to boys there..."
"Ohhh
yes...
the Club..." she smiled warmly with a look of fond recollection.
"Are
you and
the girls trying to turn me into a girl?"
"Awww,
of
course not Phillip..." she replied, but leaving me with some doubt.
"Not unless you want to be girl... you know, in secret... deep
inside..."
"No!
I'm a
boy!" I insisted again... "It's what I want to be..."
"Even
after everything
that you've discovered and what you've learned from the girls so far?"
my
mother asked with playful curiosity. She was toying with me, I just
knew it.
"Yes..."
I replied, struggling with my food.
"Well
then that's
good Phillip... So you're now following the rules of the Club then?
Like a good
boy should..."
"Yes
mummy..." I replied softly, cursing my childishness. "But sometimes
it's so... horrible and not very nice... for a boy I mean. But
sometimes it
feels sort of... okay..."
"That's
just
what life is all about Phillip," she began to explain. "Life is full
of ups and downs... it's not always fun to be a man, or a woman or a
girl... or
even a boy... Sometimes you just have to find a way to fit in..."
"But
the
Club... why didn't you warn me? Why did we even move here? You knew
about the
Club here... you were part of it... and dad..."
"I
can't
really tell you any more about the Club and why it's there that you
don't
already know. It is what it is... the Langton Magna Girls' Club... It's
a Club
for girls to express themselves as girls and..."
"But why do they let boys join if it's just
for girls?" I asked, my temper starting to rise again in all of the
confusing haze of curiosity... each question spawning a handful more
that I
wanted answering. "Why are they allowed to have all that stuff... you
know, when they get to see all those books and.... magazines... And why
are
they allowed to do what they do to me... and other boys?"
"Well,
the
Club would continue whether there are boys around here or not... It's
not for
me interfere with who gets invited to join either as a full member or
as a
junior member. You're kind of lucky that the girls wanted you to join
as a
junior member. There are plenty of boys who have lived here in the past
who
were never invited. And anyway, I never forced you to go there and I
never
would have... You had a choice that first day not to ever go back...
didn't
you?"
"But
they
took my Millennium Falcon... that's my favourite... I had to go
back..." I
reasoned as best I could. "And... they..."
"You
liked
the feeling that they gave you didn't you? You liked it when the girls
showed
you that what you've got between your legs isn't just for weeing
with... That's
why you went back for more, isn't it? Hmmm?" She had me there. I did
like
it... though I would never admit that it was the main reason I went
back. In my
mind at least, I only went back to
rescue my Star Wars toys. She could see me agonising with the truth in
my
thoughts, and she pressed it home... "Well? You did like it didn't you?
That's why you went back..."
"Y-yes
mummy..." I blushed. All of a sudden I was on the back foot again and
feeling embarrassed to be talking about 'that'
with my mother.
"Good,
sooner
or later every boy does it... and girls too... Don't be ashamed about
it...
feeling good down there is one of the most natural feelings gifted to
us by
nature..."
"But
they're
using it to control me and make me do stuff... It's like... girls now
know how
to... control me... and to make
boys
their slaves..."
"Oh
Phillip,
it's just part of life that you're only just beginning to understand. I
don't
have to remind you what the Club is all about... you've been learning
about it
and experiencing it all week. Whether there are boys there or not, the
girls
are going to talk and learn from all the books and magazines there that
have
been gathered over time. Especially the big book... It's how girls
learn the
truth about life... about why females are naturally the superior sex...
and the
Club is sharing that knowledge with you too..."
"But
it's naughty mummy..." Maybe I was
too
young to understand... My boyish immaturity was still at odds with the
new
beliefs starting to permeate my psyche. I really hoped against hope
that this
was all just a silly game... that females weren't superior at all, and
that the
girls just wanted Stephanie and me to think that so they could make fun
of us...
"Some
of it
is, yes... okay, a lot of it... but you'll be a better person as a
result of
it, I can promise you that. If you continue to be a good boy and learn
from the
girls, you will have no problems. It will build a lot of reasoned and
balanced
character into you. All you have to do is accept that the girls are in
charge... and later, when you meet a good, decent and strong young
woman,
you'll respect her and obey her all the more willingly and have a long,
happy
life..."
"But...
doesn't the Club stop?" I asked nervously.
"How do
you
mean?"
"Do I
have to
go there... forever? Do I have to obey girls for the rest of my life...
I
d-don't th-think I can-"
"Oh
no...
sooner or later you'll grow up, just like the girls will. The girls
will go off
and do their own thing, putting into practice everything they have
learned... And
so will you... There are other groups and clubs for the girls to join
when
they're old enough..."
"Like...
that
one?" I asked.
"Pretty
much... only more advanced..." my mother confirmed. "Since moving
back here, I've re-joined the Langton Magna and Parva Combined Women's
Institute. There are some men who are junior members there too... but
they are
governed by our rules... the same as boys would at Langton Magna Girls'
Club
and others like it across the country..."
"So
it's true
then? There are more clubs like
this
one here?" My heart sank again... all those other boys suffering like I
was. My mother nodded. "So what happened with you and dad? I read some
of
what you did in that scrapbook... and-"
"That
was a
long time ago remember and we were just kids," my mother replied
gingerly,
no doubt wondering just how much I had read into the scrapbook. "He was
reluctant at first, like you seem to be, but he grew to enjoy a lot of
the activities
that the Club did... And yes, he liked that feeling too, especially
when I
gave it to him... I was his favourite from the start and it didn't take
long
before we were boyfriend and girlfriend... all on my terms of course
<giggle>."
"But
you were
cruel to him... all of you were..."
"Well
sometimes in life, you have to be cruel to be kind... and your father
did
become a better person as a result of being a junior member of the
Club. Like
so many boys, learning that girls are better and submitting to their
authority
stopped him being tempted to become a bully, or a thug in the village.
Sure, he
found it tricky at first... like you seem to be feeling now, but you'll
grow to
embrace all of it, and how good it feels soon enough. Obedient boys are
always
rewarded... the more you do to please the girls, the more fun you will
have."
"So...
y-you
and daddy grew to be happy together... with you in charge of
everything? With
him as your... slave?" I
sniffled a little, wondering where all of this went wrong between them.
I could
have used the guiding hand of a role model father at that point.
"Yes...
your
father was a very obedient partner and we shared a lot of happiness
together.
In fact, you will probably read other scrapbooks from our time at the
Club where
your father was an active recruiter of other boys to the Club... those
that us
girls targeted and wanted to have as junior members. And not all of
them from
Langton Magna either. Your father was very good at casting the net far
and wide
across the other villages and into Weltby. We had over ten boys at one
stage."
"T-ten
boys? <blush>
Didn't he feel ashamed to betray the other boys like that? Wasn't he
proud to
be a boy? Why did he obey you?" I asked, forking a piece of gammon and
pineapple into my mouth.
"It
became
quite easy for him once he faced up to the realities of female
superiority and
the joys it can bring both girls and boys. Like I said, the more a boy
pleases
a girl, the better his reward. And so the more he did for us, the
better we made
things for him."
As I
listened to
my mother, it started to become clear that by obeying females,
specifically
girls, a boy would be treated with more acceptance, respect and reward.
My
father it seemed was very loyal to the girls of the Club during his
time. A
true believer that females are the superior sex from birth to death...
that
females are actually the ones who dominate humanity and secretly rule
over all
of the males, whether they know it or not.
My
father accepted
the biological weaknesses of being male... realising it was his fateful
destiny
to submit to a female. It was natural for boys and men to obey their
female
peers after all... and the life cycle seemed to be all the better for
it. It
was humbling and humiliating to hear my mother talking about all of
this. But
at least I was getting some answers... or at least my mother's answers.
I was
sure my mother was holding some things back.
"But
what
happened? Why is he not here any more?" I asked.
"Well,
sometimes things don't always work out Phillip..." she said with a sigh
of
resignation. "Please don't ever think that any of this was your fault,
because it really isn't... but your father and I started to disagree on
a lot
of things after you were born..."
And as
I listened,
my mother described in some detail many of the quarrels and arguments
between
them that I had never been aware of, arguments I had been shielded
from.
Despite my father's beliefs that the girls had instilled in him as a
Club
member, he disagreed with how my mother wanted me to be raised. My
mother
wanted me to be raised in an openly female dominated household, like
things
were before I was born.
For
example, my
mother wanted to discipline my father in front of me so that I would
grow
accustomed to the notion of female authority reaching much further than
parental correction. She wanted me to learn, as soon as I was able,
that not
only was a mother in charge of her child, but also as a wife, she was
in charge
of her husband too. Women ruled everything...
My
mother wanted
to have more children, hoping for at least one daughter that she could
mentor
in the principles of feminism and a female dominated home.
So the
arguments
started, away from my eyes and ears as I grew into being a toddler and
a young
boy. My father rebelled, preferring the male subservience to be
restricted to
bedroom activities. They were irreconcilable differences, and so my
mother and
father went separate ways.
"In the
end
Phillip," my mother lamented, "your father wasn't able to handle
everything as well as he thought he would have done. It scared him..."
"Mummy," I sniffled quietly, a tear
leaking from my left eye onto my cheek. "I miss him..."
"Awwww,
honey, I know. You'll be able to go and visit him soon. You know, one
of the
reasons we moved back here is that I just know you will make some good
friends
here... and you already get on very well with Emma, don't you?"
"Errrm,
yeah... I guess," I replied unconvincingly. My mother knew I was
smitten
with that girl, Emma knew it too... and the other girls it seems.
"Well,
there
you are then... life really isn't that
bad is it?"
"Errrm...
mummy, over the last couple of days I've started to have these...
errrm,
visions... Like things that I'm just starting to remember..."
"Oh?
What do
you mean?" my mother asked curiously.
"Things
like... <blush> being really small and... about four or
five years old...
You were there, but someone else was bathing me and drying me off...
Another
woman... Lots of times it happened, different women... and there were
always
girls there... older than me, and all watching me get bathed... And
after I was
dry, I'd stand there naked in front of them... and you or the other
woman there
would put lotion on my skin... like baby lotion...
<sniffle> I'd be
standing there with my legs wide apart... feeling tingly... on my
privates as
the lotion was rubbed into my skin... Somehow it would make me
giggle... and
feel... different. And I've started
to remember lots of different women who did that to me too... I'd have
to call
them 'aunty' even though they weren't even my aunt... sometimes three
or four
girls at a time were watching... looking at my... thing...
Mummy <sniffle>... the girls... they... They were
playing with my willy... and you let them..."
"Oh
Phillip
that was a long time ago... I'm surprised you even remember that," my
mother began. "That was a time when-"
"No
listen...
there's more... I remember girls looking at my privates... touching
them...
rubbing lotion into them... and it tingled and felt different when they
did it.
You let them watch and join in as I was being 'cared for...' That's
what you
called it... You
and the other women
called it 'caring for me...' as you got me ready for bed... The girls
were
giggling at my privates mummy... You and the other women let them
watch... and
learn... and I was too young to know better... so I just laughed along
with
them, and let them do it. And you or one of the other women there would
say,
'and that girls, is how to look after little boys and their little
differences... that's how you keep boys nice and clean and happy...'
Sometimes
I would have plastic pants pulled up and be allowed to play with the
girls...
but most of the time I was left naked while they played games with
me..."
"Phillip...
please... it's not what you're thinking," my mum said defensively.
"I'd never let anyone hurt you..."
"And
then, another
time, I was all naked at a girl's house and she was having a party...
and...
errrm... <blush, sniffle> I remember being all naked in
front of those
girls... they were older than me... and they tickled me and... they
played with
my... you know... they played with my willy... Why mummy? Did anything
bad
happen to me? Why am I only remembering all this now? It's creepy..."
"Okay
listen
to me Phillip," my mother said with maternal concern and authority at
the
same time. "It really isn't quite what you think but I'll tell you...
This
is another reason why your father and I had differences of opinion
about how
you were to be raised..."
My
mother
explained to me that she regularly organised and helped with 'mother
and daughter
meetings' that were opportunities to facilitate an environment that empowered girls. There were
sessions that I
was not present at where the women would teach the girls all about the
facts of
life, the superiorities of the female gender and help them understand
that
given the right circumstances, that males were actually born to be
slaves to
females. It was kind of like what happened in the Girls' Club, but in a
more adult
led structure and formalised way. There was access to a summarised, but
no less
detailed 'book of secrets.'
Sessions
that I
was taken to focussed on building the self esteem of the girls and
giving them
the confidence of being around a naked boy... It was designed to give
them an
opportunity to observe the difference in how the opposite gender
'looked' and how
to look after a boy's hygiene... how to look after the sensitive parts
on his
body and how to keep him under control by making him feel good.
Effectively, I
was there as a 'demonstration model' for the girls. My mother was
insistent
that I always seemed to enjoy what was going on, and laughed and
giggled along
with the girls who were learning about me and how my body reacted.
Of
course, I was
too young to know any different, it all feeling like a game at the
time.
Looking back, if I did know any better, it would have felt very
humiliating.
Every bit as shameful (and exciting I guess) as being in the Girls'
Club.
My
mother also
explained that these 'mother and daughter groups' also included
sessions
provided for Brownie troops and Girl Guides, though it has taken me a
lot longer
to remember anything about those. As the girls' confidence grew, so
other
sessions would take place, again at which I was not present. Instead,
week by
week, gradually older boys would be introduced for the girls to get to
grips
with and practice their newly forming 'skills.' By the end of the
twelfth
meeting in any cycle of girls, they would be 'practicing' on boys who
were two
years older than them... Finally, each girl would be given at least one
session
with a boy mature enough to ejaculate.
Some of
the
meetings included self defence, where the girls would learn how to
disarm and
defeat a boy if they ever needed to fight off a rebellious boy or a
potential
attacker. The girls practiced judo moves, wrestling techniques and were
even
coached in how to handle a boy's private parts during combat to render
him
powerless to resist submission.
"Make a boy hard, make him tingle, and he'll
submit... A girl can win, every time."
As my
mother
revealed all of this, as embarrassing and humiliating as the thought of
it all
was, I couldn't deny the little erection I had sprouted under the
table. I was
sexually excited by it all. With my dinner finished, I realised that
one of my
hands was resting on top of my pyjama bottoms, in contact with my
concealed
erection.
"I'd
never
let anyone hurt you sweetheart, I promise you that," my mother
concluded with
convincing sincerity. She believed it... and I had no choice but to
believe
her, despite everything. I brushed a tear away from my cheek, and
another one
from the corner of my eye that was threatening to leak out. "I love you
too much Phillipa... You should be proud of the role you played in
helping all
of those young ladies learn to look after boys and help develop their
self
confidence in how to... 'appreciate' and understand boys. I'm sure
they're very
grateful to you."
"But...
they
all saw me, and-" I began softly, almost girlishly before I was
interrupted.
"Well
it
doesn't matter now Phillipa... what's more important is that you're
getting
along well with the girls here and learning how much fun it can be when
you all
play together..."
"Did
daddy
know what was happening to me at those meetings?"
"Yes he
did," my mother replied, clearing away the dinner plates and returning
with a bowl of strawberries for each of us. She poured some cream into
my bowl
and her own and we began our dessert. "It was another thing we
disagreed
on. He felt you were too young but didn't recognise that you were still
at the
stage where modesty didn't matter... You were only too keen to run
around naked
at home, in the garden, at the beach or in the paddling pool at the
park and
the girls loved how sweet and playful you were... it all looked and
felt so
natural."
"But
your
father was insistent that it stopped, and for the sake of the marriage,
I did,
even though I was sure it was better for you in the long term to be
naked as
much as possible with members of the opposite sex. That way, everything
would
feel so much more natural for you... You see, we all know that it's
always
scary for boys to acknowledge or understand the natural superiority of
girls
and accept the authority of girls over them if it's left to begin much
later
than eight or nine years old. By then, boys become ridden with modesty
and
shyness about their bodies, particularly in front of girls... And boys
start to
believe the well trodden lies and myths that males are the dominant
ones in the
world. But that's not nature's plan is it?"
"I
guess
not..." I replied quietly. Despite all of these answers I was getting,
apart from my sexual excitement at the thoughts it was all conjuring in
my
mind, I wasn't sure that they were the answers I really wanted, or
needed. My
world was still upside down... and I couldn't stop it.
"So you
see,
I did try to make things work with your father, but his beliefs kind of
drifted
away from what we had grown up to learn together... He knew that it
would be
hurtful to you if we argued over everything. Neither of us wanted
that... so
with no reasonable compromise available to us, your father moved on and
we got
divorced. But I stopped participating in the 'mother and daughter'
sessions, at
least your participation anyway. So I did the next best thing I could
think of
and I moved us back to Langton Magna... I figured that it was best for
you to
make your own way... to find the Club and see what happened from
there... I
learned a lesson too, no matter what my beliefs are, it's not right for
me to
force anything on you... You don't have to go back if you don't want
to..."
"But
they
have pictures..." I said, taking my mother's word as gospel and that I
might really have a choice whether to go back after all. I didn't get
chance to
finish putting over my concerns... the moment was lost... "They have
nudie
pictures of me and-"
<knock-knock>
I was suddenly interrupted by the brass knocker striking against the
heavy,
elderly wooden front door...
"Another
time
Phillip..." my mother said raising her hand to silence me. "Go and
answer the door..."
With
only half of
my strawberries and cream finished, I got up from the dining table in
the
kitchen, relieved that my penis had regained flaccid status. I went
through the
hall to the front door and opened it...
Standing
there in
the early evening in just my Star Wars themed pyjamas, my jaw dropped
in
disbelief and impending misery, for waiting at the door, was Suzanne
Forbes-Marsh. That elfin, eleven year old boy-hating minx... the
poisonous
younger sister of the girl who led the Langton Magna Girls' Club.
"Shit," I gasped quietly, biting my
lip to look over my shoulder. I was hoping that this was going to be a
flying
visit only.
"Hello
Phillipa," Suzanne said brightly, her lips curled in a playful smirk.
"Surprise!"
"Errrm,
hi...
Miss Suzanne..." I blushed. "W-what are you doing here? We're having
dinner and..."
"Who is
it
Phillip?" I heard my mother call from the kitchen behind me.
"It's
errrrm... it's Suzanne..." I called out in reply to my mother. My heart
was beating fast to counter the blushes and discomfort I felt. As if it
wasn't
obvious to me why Suzanne was there. The girl let out a fake cough to
remind me
of my manners... "M-Miss Suzanne..."
"Well
don't
keep her waiting sweety," my mother replied. "There's a nice bowl of
strawberries and cream waiting for her... chop, chop!" I looked at
Suzanne
and saw her knowing grin, her eyebrows raised, waiting for the
inevitable
invitation into the cottage.
"C-come
in...
Miss Suzanne," I offered weakly, opening the door wider to let the
eager
girl inside. I followed her with symbolic submissiveness, back through
the hallway
and into the kitchen. I saw that my mother had already put down a fresh
bowl of
strawberries onto the dining table. The girl had been expected... I
returned to
my seat, and sat diagonally opposite to her, watching as she placed her
bag
down at the side.
I
didn't finish
the remainder of my bowl of strawberries, having quickly lost my
remaining
appetite. But I watched Suzanne eat hers, with careful, demure
precision. For a
mouthy, runaway feminist, she was acting quite the lady.
"Have
you had
a good day today Suzanne?" my mother asked.
"Oh yes
Miss
Powell," the girl replied sweetly, using my mother's maiden name like
Emma
had done the previous evening... "We had a wonderful time at the Club
today... didn't we Phillipa?"
"My
name, is
Phillip," I scowled testily. "Miss Suzanne..."
"Well,
it was
Phillipa who left the club today... all dressed in pink!" she smirked,
licking her bottom lip as she looked back at me, daring me to 'bite.'
"Pink suits him, don't you think Miss Powell?"
"Well
he did
look a sight when he came home..." my mother explained. "At first,
<giggle>
I thought we had a burglar!"
Outnumbered,
once
more I was being thrust into a world of male submissiveness, right
there in my
own home.
"And he
met
Stephanie today too, and they got on like a house on fire!" Suzanne
giggled. "Like two little peas in a pod!"
"You
see
Phillipa?" my mother began to joke, "You're not the only boy in the
village after all... and I know he just loves Star Wars like you...
You'll be
sure to invite him round to play soon, won't you?"
"But
mummy...
I-"
"Oh I'm
sure they'll
be playing together quite a bit
from
now on!" Suzanne quickly quipped. "Unless they're good boys... We had
to spank Phillipa today Miss Powell..."
"Miss
Suzanne
shush... not here... Not in front of my mum!" I begged, hitting the
table
top with the palm of my hand with a firm 'thud.'
Of
course, after
being chided by my mother for 'making a scene' in front of our guest,
blabber
mouth Suzanne had to tell my mother all about what I had done to earn
my
slippering at the hut earlier in the day. All I could do was sit there
and
blush scarlet as the intimate details of my trespass, my failed penis
inspection and my crime of the century - sitting in the leader's chair
was
explained.
"Well
it
sounds like you learned your lesson well Phillipa, hmmm?" my mother
asked,
putting me on the spot again.
"Yes,
mummy..." I mumbled with contrition and humiliation.
"Well
that's
good... because I believe that young Suzanne here is going to give you
your
bath tonight..." my mother explained.
"Wh-what?"
I gasped in shock. "No way... not her... not here! Please... No mummy!"
"Oh but
yes
Phillipa... Suzanne here has given up her free time this evening to
come and
help you out, when she could be out playing with her friends. And it
seems that
she needs to be a little more... thorough,
with you to help make sure you avoid a spanking tomorrow, hmmm?"
"But
mummy...
she hates me... I don't want her to see..." I whined. "She hates
boys..." I replied, looking mournfully at the girl who I just knew
would
get the job of giving my bath that evening, no matter what my protests
were.
"Oh
honey,
I'm sure that's not true... is it Suzanne?"
"Of
course
not Miss Powell..." Suzanne said, not really convincing me. "Some
boys I like... I've dealt with lots of
them... and some are more of a challenge than others. So long as the
boy is
good and obedient, and knows his place, then me and him will get along
without
any real problems... I think what some boys fail to understand when
they meet
me is that I believe strongly in what I have learned from the Club and,
if I'm
being honest, stuff I kind of knew before I even joined... That is,
that girls
mature faster, girls are smarter... and in pretty much every sense,
girls
rule... and boys should obey us without question... Some boys are, intimidated by that... I can't imagine
why... after all, it's only what nature intended..."
"There
you go
Phillipa, see?" my mother said, addressing me directly. "You don't
have to be scared of Suzanne... It's really nice of her to want to do
this and
help you learn to take proper care of yourself, isn't it? Hmmm?"
"Y-yes
mummy..." I squeaked. There really wasn't any way out of this.
"Good
boy...
then I'll go back to watering my plants for a while so Suzanne can take
care of
you..." With that, my mother went outside into the back yard of the
cottage. I gulped... all alone with Suzanne, the boy hater...
"I
think you
have the wrong impression of me, Phillipa..." Suzanne began when we
were
alone. I didn't answer and simply shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want
any
trouble. "Maybe we got off to a bad start... I don't know what you
really
think about me, deep down... but I can assure you that I'm not a
monster... I'm
a girl, not a savage. So are you
going to be a good boy for me?"
I
nodded my head
timidly.
"Will
you
obey me? Yes or no, Phillipa?" she cautioned with more insistence.
"Yes
Miss
Suzanne," I blushed, my voice a whisper.
"Why?" she quickly added, her fist
briefly banging the top of the table, catching me off guard and making
me gasp.
"Huh?"
"Why
will you
obey me?"
"B-because,
you're... a... you're a girl..." I concluded, feeling myself weaken
with
the never-ending turmoil and scarlet coloured shame I was experiencing.
My
heart raced as I caved in and submitted to her... admitting that I was
doing so
just because she was a girl. "And girls rule..."
"Very
well
then, let's go..." With that Suzanne got up from her chair, collected
her
small brown leather bag and took hold of my hand. Feeling quite small
and
embarrassed, I allowed the girl to lead me through the hallway, to the
stairs
and up to the bathroom. I was submitting again. Just letting it happen
as she
guided me through my own home, like I was a helpless little boy under
her
command.
As
instructed, I
stood beside the bathtub whilst Suzanne began to fill it with water.
With due
care and attention, she made sure that the water was neither too hot,
or too
cold, and deposited a large amount of bubble bath foam into the
water... It
smelled of summer flowers... very girlish.
'She's
going to
make me get as clean as a girl...' I thought as the bath foam aroma
filled my nostrils.
'I like feeling as clean as a girl...'
Soon
enough,
Suzanne turned off the taps and turned to look at me.
"You
can't go
in like that! Silly!" she smirked with irony pointing at my pyjamas.
"So we're nice and clear, tell me again who's in charge Phillipa...
girls,
or boys?"
"Girls..." I squeaked.
"Then
be a
good girl for me... and ask me to get you ready for your bath..."
Suzanne
was smiling at me, no doubt enjoying the inner turmoil of mine that I
was
experiencing and that she imagined I was feeling. I winced a little as
she
called me a 'girl.' It all added to the emotional mayhem running
through my
mind. "Ask me to turn you into a nudie boy, ready for me to bathe
you..."
'Am I a
girl, or
am I a boy?' I thought with confusion... as I slowly lifted my arms
straight
above my head... I knew what was coming next. I was resigned to it. 'Am
I
Phillip or Phillipa? She's a girl and she's gonna take off my pyjamas
now and
see my bare naked willy again... It's not fair... she's gonna look at
me...
down there... she'll see that I'm a boy... Because I
AM a boy... I'm a BOY!'
"Oh
gosh," I gasped, my face turning crimson with shame and nerves.
"Please Miss S-Suzanne... will you get me r-r-ready for my bath?
Please...
t-turn me into y-y-your nudie boy... so you can give me my bath..."
"Of
course
Phillipa... Keep your arms up then, and hold still..." Suzanne said
softly
but with command in her voice. She moved closer to me and reached out
her hands.
I felt her grab hold of my pyjama top by the hem at my waist and begin
to
lift... My body tensed in anticipation as I felt the air in the
bathroom
surround my newly exposed tummy and navel. My penis lurched and flexed
inside
my loose fitting pyjama bottoms... it was tingling and starting to
stiffen a
little. I heard her girlish giggle at my discomfort as she continued to
lift my
pyjama top clear of my immature nipples.
"Lean
forward
a little, I can't reach that high..." Suzanne instructed me, with
instant
obedience on my part. I leaned forward, my feet planting a little
further
apart. I was being careful not to lose my balance as I felt her tug a
little
harder at my pyjama top as it collected around my neck and covered my
face.
Soon I
was free of
it and found myself almost covering my bare chest with my arms, as
though I
were a pubescent girl covering her 'bee sting nipples' from the view of
a
staring boy... It was a kind of role-reversal... Something no doubt
feminine in
my mind didn't want her to see my 'boy boobs...' I was really a boy,
and there
were more pressing things
about to be revealed to a girl that I should be
embarrassed about. And that was a paradox in itself, Suzanne was no
stranger to
seeing me naked and in situations a lot more humiliating. I knew it
would still
feel embarrassing for me to get 'seen' down there by her... just
because she
was a girl.
I
watched in slow
motion agony as Suzanne carefully folded my pyjama top on the linen
basket,
then returned her attention to me more earnestly.
"Please
d-don't..." I begged in a hushed whisper, more in hope than anything as
she knelt down in front of me, hooking her fingertips into the
waistband of my
synthetic material pyjama bottoms. I felt my buttocks clench, my tummy
flinch
as I sucked in my breath, waiting for the inevitable...
"Let's
get
these down, and we can get started," Suzanne said demurely, with
previously unseen maternal disinterest. And so, with girlish
efficiency, my
eleven year old nemesis tugged my pyjama bottoms downward, quickly
seeking to expose
my immature boyishness to her eyes once more. My heart thumped hard in
my
chest, my cheeks burned scarlet and despite being slightly more firm
than flaccid,
the muscle at the base of my cock flexed all on it's own... I tensed
all over,
trying to stop the inevitable from happening... trying somehow to use
the Force
to stop the girl from rendering me naked... or somehow stopping her
from
looking... But I couldn't...
I was
powerless...
feeling like a member of the weaker sex because I was a boy, and she
was a
girl.
As soon
as my 'interesting
parts' came into view, that maternal disinterest of Suzanne's
evaporated
quickly. I looked down at her, watching her eleven year old eyes take
in the
view of preteen masculinity bared before her as she worked my pyjama
bottoms down
my thighs and legs to pool at my ankles. She smirked at my genitals.
Without
words, her expression informed me that she found my nudity amusing...
that she
was glad to be a girl, without one of 'those'
between her legs...
Suzanne's
smirk of
superiority changed to a grin of satisfied victory, biting her lip
gently and
looking up at me...
"Naughty
little boys go pee-pee in the bath,
don't they? Do you need the loo, before we start Phillipa?" Suzanne
asked,
her grin never wavering.
"N-no...
Miss
Suzanne..." I replied, feeling my cheeks continue to burn with shame.
Even
if I needed to go, I couldn't have done it with her there, no doubt
supervising
and watching it all.
"Step
out of
these then Phillipa... let's get you as clean as a girl... In you
get..."
"Yes
Miss
Suzanne." And as quickly as I could, I stepped out of the pyjama
bottoms
at my ankles, and climbed into the bath, finding some sanctuary in the
albeit
feminine bubbles of the bath foam accompanying the pleasingly warm
water. For
now at least, my boyish privates were out of her view again.
There
was a short
period of silence... me watching her, and her looking back at me. I
wondered if
something was wrong...
"Well?
What
are you waiting for Phillipa?" Suzanne asked as I sat there on my
bottom
in the bath tub.
"Errrm...
Miss Suzanne... aren't you here to... to give me my... my b-bath?" I
replied softly.
"Yes I
am...
but that doesn't mean you can't start all on your own... Come on, show
me how a
boy
like you cleans himself... I'm really just here to make sure you
continue to learn
to do a thorough job... A girl shouldn't have to do it ALL
for you... Honestly, you boys are sooooo lazy... It's no wonder
you all stink at first..."
With
another burst
of crimson humiliation, I tentatively picked up the sponge, aware of
the girl
watching me... She was going to judge how well I bathed myself. She was
just
there to correct me... to show me the proper way, after I failed. It
was
assumed that because I was a boy, I was going to fail... or at least,
not match
the 'standards expected by girls.'
As I
began to use
the sponge on my upper body, I watched Suzanne out of the corner of my
eye who
had focussed her attention on her bag. She was facing away from me as
she
crouched down in front of it, so I turned my head a little more to
stare at her
as I washed myself across my chest and under my armpits. My eyes
focussed on
her white and blue stripy cotton shorts... and her bottom.
'I wish
I could
see her naked for a change... and see how she liked it...' I thought
quickly,
soaping over my nipples. 'I'd love to see her bum... and those...
secret parts
that make her a girl... and so special... Hmmm... I wish I could see
all the
girls naked, like they've seen me... I wish I could touch them... where
they
touched me...'
Lost in
thought,
and licking my lips with thoughts of some sort of divine entitlement to
revenge, I was slow to react when Suzanne turned round having finished
with her
bag. She could see where I was staring before I had chance to look
away... She
knew I had been staring at her bottom...
"<giggle>
I saw you staring Phillipa..." she teased, walking over towards me in
the
bath. "Naughty little boy... you know it's rude to stare..."
"Sorry
Miss
Suzanne... I didn't mean to... I-"
"I
thought
Emma was your favourite anyhow?"
"She
is... I
mean... Miss Emma IS my
favourite..." I blustered, rinsing the soap from my arm pits and over
my
chest, working the sponge lower down now over my tummy.
"On top
of
what we caught you doing all alone in the Club hut this morning, it
would be an
awful shame if I had to tell the other girls... especially Emma... that
you're
a naughty little 'starer,' wouldn't
it?"
"Oh
please
don't tell, please!" I begged earnestly. "It's Emma I like...
honest..."
"Oh?
Don't
you like me?" she teased again,
looking to tie me in metaphorical knots.
"No!
Well...
not like that..." I stumbled. "Please... you know what I mean... I...
I-"
"What's
it
worth to you for me not to tell?" Suzanne asked with a grin of
conspiratorial mischief. "Boys who stare, get spanked on the bare...
You
know that don't you? And Emma will be so
disappointed in you..."
"Nooo!
Please... please don't tell... I didn't mean to stare... I couldn't help it Miss
Suzanne... I'm
sorry... I'll... errrrm..." I stammered, pausing to think... I couldn't
think of anything that I could do to make it up to her. After all, I'd
only
looked at her bottom and it wasn't even naked... But there I was, being
tied up
in needless knots, being teased by a girl in command of me. I was
thinking
about Emma too, I didn't want her to think bad of me. You see how
suckered in I
was? "I'll let you... you know... p-play with me... here... tonight...
or
tomorrow, in front of the girls... if that's what you want... just
don't tell
on me... please!"
"Play with you?" Suzanne replied,
toying with me and playing dumb, even though I couldn't see it.
"Yes
Miss
Suzanne... you know... play with my willy... I'll let you do it to
me..."
I blushed, barely believing what I was submitting to... making promises
I
wasn't sure I wanted to keep.
"Ohhhhhhh...
you mean that you'll let me 'wank'
you... if I agree to keep your dirty little secret safe from the
others,
huh?"
"Y-yes,
Miss
Suzanne," I crumpled. When she put it like that, it sounded so...
naughty... so dirty. As though it wasn't a game any more. Being 'played
with'
still sounded quite like fun to me... But being 'wanked' was all the
more
serious, or less pleasant. Difficult to explain...
"Oh
gosh
Phillipa <giggle> you're so priceless!" she laughed,
making the
material of the loose fitting white t-shirt, complete with the swirling
Union
Jack flag motif jiggle.
"Here I
am, a
girl, making sure that you, a boy, take your bath properly... Don't you
see? I
get to touch and... 'play
with you' tonight as much as I want... for as long
as I want...
so noooo deal..."
"But...
that's not f-fair..." I whined with horror. What else could I do?
"Not
fair for
you maybe... but I'm a girl and I'm in charge... and I want you to do
something
much more fun and satisfying for me..."
"L-like
wh-what Miss Suzanne?" I squeaked in fear. What could be worse for a
boy
than submitting to let a girl masturbate him when he didn't want her to
do it
to him?
"All
you have
to do is be a really good boy and obey me... like you do ALL of the
girls in
Club... It's that simple... Do as I tell you... no matter what... got
it?"
she demanded. So what choice did I have?
"Okay...
I
will obey..." I replied, looking down into the foam bubbles in the bath
between my legs and continued washing myself.
"Good
boy...
now look here!" she said brightly, holding up some articles of
clothing. I
watched as she held up and stretched out my Return Of The Jedi
underpants...
Then she did the same with a second pair of underpants belonging to
me... the
plain black ones I had worn the day they first gave me panties to wear
to go
home in. Both pairs were now washed and clean...
"These
are
nice and clean again now," Suzanne beamed, withering me as I continued
to
wash myself. "You know Phillipa, us girls found your underpants quite
revealing..."
"What
do you
mean?" I replied with nervous caution.
"Well,
before
they were washed, we spent quite a bit of time... analysing them...
looking for
tell-tale little stains... and sniffing them... All in the name of
science of
course..."
"Oh my
god!
NOOO!" I blurted with obvious shame and horror. "That's private...
you can't! Please say you're just teasing me..." As she smirked at my
horror, my blush was as obvious as the shame I felt knowing that she
was
telling me the truth and that the girls had actually sniffed my
underpants...
checking out my scent...
"Don't
worry...
although they were two days old, all the girls were quite impressed...
You're
not so bad... for a boy. We've dealt with far worse..." I just stared
with
abject horror and disbelief on my face that girls would even think
about doing
that with a boy's underthings... as some sort of 'Club ceremony' too...
"You didn't think it was only boys who sniffed underwear did you?" I
watched her curiously as she folded both sets of underwear and hung
them off
the edge of the sink.
After
that,
Suzanne progressed things more quickly and began my bath more intensely
becoming more involved in what was being cleaned, and how. She took
hold of the
sponge and shook it in the warm, foamy water.
As she
soaped over
my back and chest with the sponge, I surprised myself that I was able
to relax
a little... It was the second time now a girl had come to give me a
bath... and
of course, being submerged in the warm, foamy-frothy bath water, I was
kind of
hidden from her view. Furthermore, for a 'boy hater,' she seemed so
gentle with
her touches too. I was starting to feel as though I were in good,
experienced
hands. There wasn't much small talk or chatter at all, in contrast with
the
previous evening when I had been bathed by Emma.
Repeatedly,
I felt
the warm, yielding sponge deposit warm, soapy water across my back
again...
then swashing up over my shoulders... down around my neck to my
chest... The
sponge focussed on each sensitive little nipple, then sought downward
with
fresh water to my navel... Suzanne paid some attention there as you
would have
expected by now... She took time to rub around my navel with two or
three soapy
fingers, making me suck air into my lungs with a gasp... Finally, I
felt her push
one of her fingertips into my navel and wriggle it around inside,
soaping me
and cleaning me there.
After
rinsing the
water with a fresh dowse from the sponge, Suzanne finally spoke
again...
"Stand
up
Phillipa... arms at your sides for me... let's do your middle now...
come on!"
With
full
understanding of what standing up was going to reveal to Suzanne once
more, I
gingerly complied, standing up with my feet slightly apart, facing her.
Fortunately for me, the bubbles of the foamy water clung delicately to
my
private parts, obscuring her view of them for a while longer at least.
I guess
it was a reminder of how small down there I must still have been as an
eleven
year old boy standing up in front of her.
I bit
my lip with
embarrassment as I looked down and saw the very tip of my shrivelled
little
hairless penis trying to poke out from my body and through the soap
bubbles. I
could see that Suzanne had seen it too... there was that tell-tale smirk on
her face again. It was one of those moments that made me hate being a
boy... an
object of a girl's fun once she had seen a boy naked like this... The
small,
inoffensive, vulnerable badge of weakness between my legs making a girl
feel
glad she was different down there from me. Making her feel glad, and
superior
to me because she was a girl.
My only
saving
grace was that I wasn't yet erect... or was that something that
actually had
the power to shame me more... To this day, I couldn't confirm either
way. On
reflection, I guess with an erection, a boy is seen 'at his best' by a
girl.
With
the disrupted
water in the bath from me standing up swashing around my legs, the
aroma of the
feminine flowery bath bubbles filled the air and served as another
reminder of
the embarrassing and naughty atmosphere of the situation I found myself
in. And
I began to find myself getting 'interested' down there... Some
tingling...
muscular movements between my legs, all beyond my control. Once again,
it was
me, an eleven year old boy, surrendering to the acceptance of being
bathed by a
girl my own age... all on the basis of her helping me become as 'clean
as a
girl.' It was as though this was totally natural, for a girl to take
the lead
and bathe a boy so she could continue to show him what he needed to do
to
become almost as good as her.
"Mmmm
Phillipa," Suzanne chuckled as she swiped away the bubbles covering my
penis with the sponge... "Looks like your willy is finally saying
'hello'
to me down there... It's starting to get stiff... You like me after
all..."
With that, she wrapped the sponge around my stiffening penis and
gripped both
the sponge and my cock at the same time, pulling on me a little... It
made me
gasp, blush and give her my full attention to stop me from losing
balance when
she gently tugged at me there. It made me feel like she had complete
control of
me... control of my person... which of course she did, because I was a
boy. And
a penis is a boy's weakness... "This isn't as bad as you thought it was
going to be... is it?"
"N-no,
Miss
Suzanne..." I panted as she began to rub the sponge over my penis and
then
my scrotum too. Soon, the girl switched from using the sponge on me, to
the
softer flannel... it's report against my skin a lot less abrasive and
generating far less friction. Satisfied that my ball sac had been
cleaned at
the front and underneath, she wrapped the flannel around my now
semi-hard penis
and began to wank me... Oh so very gently... just enough to build and
maintain
my arousal and demonstrate her control over me. She was toying with her
puppet.
Letting
out my
breath with an almost delirious sigh, I followed up with gasps of
arousal as my
penis stiffened further in the sheath of the flannel that Suzanne was
using to
clean me and masturbate me at the same time. As she let the flannel go,
I felt
the cooler air surround my erection as Suzanne grabbed the soap and
applied it
directly to the shaft of my virtually erect penis. Her hands were being
so
gentle... and they felt so warm against the skin of my penis.
"Tell
me the
words you know for the opposite of the thing that I'm touching..."
Suzanne whispered as she worked more of the soap into the skin of my
stiffened
penis. Forward and back...
"Arrgghhh...
mmmm... huh?" I replied with a gasp, wrestling with the tingly
sensations
that this girl was giving me in my most private place.
"You
know,
dummy..." she giggled. "Tell me what names you know, for a girl's
thing... what she has between her legs instead of this... wriggly
little weakling
worm
that boys have... hmmm?"
Using
her slippery
hand, she encircled my shaft and pulled downward and off my penis...
then
re-applied her palm around my shaft and did it again... several times.
The
slipperiness of her soapy palm teasing me. I gasped again and moved my
hips
forward, some sort of subliminal response somehow trying to encourage
her... It
was a boyish response... the predicable desire for a release... a
climax.
"Ohhhh...
mmmmm-Miss Suzanne..." I panted quietly under her spell, my hips and
legs
weakening. "Girls have a f-fan... a fanny..."
"Good
boy..."
she replied... <wank....... wank..... wank....> "What
else?"
"A
puh....
ohhhh gosh... a pussy... Miss Suzanne... girls have a pussy too... They
have
a... slit... a vulva..."
"Mmmmm,
that's right..." <wank..... wank...... wank.....> "And
what
else can it be called?"
"Oh
please.... no... don't make me say it... they're naughty names... it's
not... Mmmmmm...
not nice..." I squeaked.
<wank.....
squeeze.... wank.... SQUEEZE.... wank.... wank....>
"Come
on
Phillipa... don't be shy..." Suzanne giggled, her voice a little
breathless too. She was enjoying this. "I won't be shocked... and I
won't
tell on you... I promise... I just wanna hear you say them, while I
diddle your
little maggot..."
"Please
don't!" I begged quietly, blushing with humiliation at the description
of
my weakling boy genitals as nothing more than a 'maggot.'
<SQUEEZE.... squeeze... SQUEEZE!>
Well
that got my
attention, as Suzanne's hand squeezed my cock firmly, encouraging me
quickly to
obey her for fear of worse to follow if I didn't.
"You
said
you'd obey me... for me not to tell Emma and the other girls about you
being a
naughty, pervy little starer... So say the words you know... all of them..."
"Okay...
okay... I will... I'm sorry Miss Suzanne... honest..." I whimpered...
<wank.....
wank..... wank...>
"Girls
things
are also called a... twat!" I
finally whispered, hating myself for saying it, knowing that even worse
was
about to spill from my liberated potty mouth. "And other boys call it a
cu-cu-cunny... I mean a cunt... a
girl's
cunt!" My voice trailed off into
a hushed, timid whisper as my blush deepened. I heard Suzanne gasp with
surprise and then chuckle knowingly at the words I had said as she
continued to
rub my penis back and forth in her hand...
I felt
kind of
dreamy, dazed and confused as I felt Suzanne's hand grip a little
tighter, a
little more slippery around my cock... moving up and down, back and
forth...
Slowly, deliberately wanking me. Controlling me easily like I was just
an
extension of her own being.
<wank...
wank... wank...>
"Good
boy... you
know lots of words... but you forgot the most important one, didn't
you?"
"I
d-don't
know... Miss Suzanne..." I gasped, unsure even what words I had already
said, such was the focus on the joining between the girl's hand, and my
penis.
"You
forgot
the most important word for describing what a girl has Phillipa..." she
teased, masturbating me... slowly and firmly... <wank.....
wank.....
wank....> "A girl calls it her vagina Phillipa... Va...Gy...Na...
Vagina... <giggle> You
say it..."
"Ohhhh
gosh... Mmmmm... Vir-gina... no... Virginia...
I mean vagina..."
"Again..."
<wank.... wank.... wank> "Say it again Phillipa!" she
bristled
with an insistent whisper.
"A girl
has a
va-gi-na... Miss Suzanne... your girl thing is a vagina..."
"That's
right
Phillipa... and what's better? A vagina, or a weak little boy's worm
like
yours? Hmmmm?"
<wank....
wank.... wank>
"A
vagina
Miss Suzanne... Mmmmmm ogggghhhh god! Vaginas are better than boys... I
mean
better than boys' things..." I was becoming quite confused as I
succumbed
to Suzanne's sexual and verbal teasing and bullying. "Penises... I
mean...
vaginas are better than penises..."
"Ohhh,
good
boy... It's true...
vaginas are soooo
much better... it's much better being a girl... if only you knew..."
she
giggled with quiet satisfaction at my behaviour, both verbal and
sexual.
"When you stared at me... you were secretly wishing that you could see
my
vagina... weren't you?"
"No...
I...
errrm... oh gosh... no!" I lied pathetically as I felt her hand grip
just
a little more tightly around my shaft as she continued to diddle me.
"Don't
lie
Phillipa! You don't have to lie... At Sunday School, you changed the
words of a
song to confess that you wanted to see the vaginas of all
the girls... And of course, you're a boy... like all the
others, you want to see a girl's vagina... It's natural for you to want
to
look... you boys can't help it... You'd do anything for me if I let you
see my
va-gi-na... wouldn't you?"
"Y-yes..."
I gasped quietly. <wank.... wank.... wank... squeeze...>
"Miss Suzanne... Mmmmmgghhhh...."
"Well
it's
not going to happen..." she replied cruelly. <wank.... wank....
wank....> "And not only did I catch you staring at my bum, you
have
freely admitted that you would do anything for me if I showed you my
vagina...
So, you'll make good on that promise to do whatever I tell you, when I
tell you
just to stop me telling Emma what you've done... hmmmm?"
"Yes,
Miss
Suzanne, oh gosh, please don't tell her..." I whined, feeling totally
humiliated to be so contrite while my tormentress was masturbating me.
It was
very humbling, almost more so than being spanked by her.
"Good
boy... And
you've been doing really well to hold so still for me while I've been
starting
to get you nice and clean down there..." she praised me, satisfied that
we
had reached a clear understanding.
<wank....
wank.... wank>
"You
really
are enjoying this as much as me Phillipa... I can tell... I can see it
in your
face, and I can feel it down here in your willy too... You're as stiff
as a
board now!! You like having this little bitty thing cleaned by a girl,
don't
you? You like it a lot, don't you?"
<wank...
wank... wank... squeeze...>
"Mmmmm...
Yes
Miss Suzanne," I whimpered quietly, secretly hoping that she wouldn't
stop, but hoping that it would end real soon. My mind a paradox of
whirling
emotions and thoughts.
"You
like it
when girls are in charge of you like this... and talking to you about
vaginas... don't you Phillipa?"
<wank...
wank...
squeeze... wank... wank...>
"Ohhhh...
god...
yesssss <gasp> Miss Suzanne..." I panted. "Girls in
charge...
Mmmmm... girls rule... Mmmmm... because girls have v-vaginas..."
My
pleasure was
starting to build nicely... I guess I should have known that it
wouldn't
last...
As
wonderful as
things felt in my penis, Suzanne mischievously let go of my penis and
retrieved
the flannel from the water. Leaving my hips thrust forward rudely, my
humiliating erection was as firm as ever, poking out from my hairless
crotch.
Suzanne squeezed the flannel and rinsed off the soapy bubbles from my
penis and
scrotum. She had left me hanging... left my cock literally saluting her
as much
as my modest preteen erection could anyway. She smirked at it again...
her
judgemental smirk of supremacy at being a girl... being in charge of a
penis
attached to her boy-shaped puppet... me.
Silently,
I panted
and wheezed with sexual arousal as I waited and hoped that the lull in
my
'cleaning' was only temporary.
"Now
you hold
still..." Suzanne said with firm insistence, looking up, right into my
eyes. "I'm gonna skin the rabbit now... it's time to get you nice and
clean under there too..."
"Oh
gosh...
pl-please don't hurt me..." I flinched, my body tensing in anticipation
of
the most delicate of operations that the girls seemed to perform on us
boys. I
moved my hands to try and cover my cock, a vain attempt to protect it.
"Oh
don't be
a sissy..." Suzanne giggled at my sudden panic. "Come on... it's
nothing you've not experienced before... and stop covering... get
yourself in
'welcome' position... hands out of the way... Up on your head this
time! I like
it better that way." With that command, I took a deep breath and obeyed
Suzanne, leaving me stood there in the bath, bubbly water up to my
knees, my
penis sticking right out in front of me and my hands resting on top of
my
head... Right in front of a fully clothed eleven year old girl who was
giving
me my bath.
Suzanne
picked up
the soap from the bath once more and rubbed it between her palms,
coating all
of her fingers. Once satisfied, she let the soap plop back into the
bath and
quickly took hold of the shaft of my hairless erection once more.
Looking down
to my crotch, I watched nervously as the girl circled her fingertip
into the funnel
at the tip of my taut, tingly foreskin...
"Ohhhhh
gosh!
Nnnnnggggghhhhh," I whimpered, squirming on the spot... The muscles in
my
buttocks clenched tight and I pressed my knees together... "Mmmmm...
no!
Please Miss Suzanne... I can do it myself... honest... I can get myself
as
clean as a girl there... Please don't! Nnnngghgh...." I was panting and
gasping, feeling the invasive finger threaten the tip of my penis as it
rubbed
over the very end of my glans that was trying to emerge from within my
foreskin...
Her fingertip rubbed over the sensitive and tiny entrance of my
pee-hole...
"No
Phillipa... you need to be shown how... by a girl," Suzanne insisted,
not
wavering from her task as her finger continued it's gyration around the
front
of my penis. "Practice makes perfect... go on, say it..."
"P-practice
makes... perfect, Miss Suzanne... Mmmmm.... oooooh gosh!" I squirmed
under
her control.
"That's
right
Phillipa..." she soothed with a playful whisper. "You really should
relax and just let me do it... I know all there is to know about
bathing boys.
What you've got really isn't that complicated and it's certainly
nothing
special... It's really quite easy to keep clean once you know how...
I'm just
surprised that so many boys have such difficulty with it... After all,
it's
attached to you! <giggle>"
Finally,
Suzanne
squirreled a fingertip underneath my foreskin and began exploring me
inside...
rubbing with girlish gentleness over the top side of my glans... Just
like when
I was inspected...
"Nnnnngghghh!
Ohhhhhh gosh... Mmmmmm.... Noooooo!" I sighed with resignation as I
felt
her slip underneath the skin, fingering me so shamefully... all in the
name of
girlish cleanliness. With the lubrication made from the soap coating
her
fingers, she suddenly found that her finger easily worked its way up
further underneath
the hood of my foreskin, and with a little push, her finger was
suddenly
inside, rubbing over the top of my covered glans... "Ohhhhh nooo! Ohhhh
mummy... help me... Please don't! I don't like it! It's naughty..."
Undeterred
by my
timid protests, Suzanne's girlish fingertip rubbed from side to side
over the
top side of my tingling glans, then down and around each side. It
stroked
firmly along the stretched tight frenulum that neatly attached the
loosened
sheath of foreskin to the stiffened shaft of my penis.
"Noooo...
Plleaasee!
Stop it! STOP it!" I whimpered, helpless to stop the girl doing what
she
wanted with my shamefully aroused genitals. My penis betrayed my
thoughts... or
did it? Uncomfortable, yet tingly sensations coursed through my
privates as Miss
Suzanne dominated me so easily through my cock.
"Shhhhh...
Always remember Phillipa... girls are better than boys..." Suzanne
teased
me as she fingered over the top of my glans under the flesh of my
foreskin...
"We always have been... and we always will be... won't we?"
"Ohh
god! Please
stop! <sniff> Awwww..." I gasped, struggling to keep my
legs still
with the sensations she was causing between my legs... The horror...
the
fear... the tingling arousal being maintained. "Ohhh god... okay...
okay... Girls are... Nnggghh... girls are better,
<sniff>" I
sniffled. "I admit it... Mmmmmm.... ohhhhh... I admit it! Girls rule
and
always will!"
"And
boys
will always obey girls... won't they?" she whispered with menace.
"Because boys have a penis between their legs that's controlled by
girls
like this... Having a penis... makes boys the weaker sex... doesn't
it?"
"Ohhhh
god...
Miss Suzanne... please stop! Mmmmm... ohhhh yeah... I admit it...
boys...
always will obey girls... Penises... ohhhhh gosh... Mmmmm... penises
make boys...
Oh mummy... we're the weaker... s-sex... Boys are inferior... in every
way..."
I panted in response.
Satisfied
with my
admissions, Suzanne ran the tip of her invasive finger over the top of
my now
soap-slippery glans one last time, before withdrawing from my foreskin.
The
relief from fear when she withdrew like that was like feeling the whole
ordeal
was over, which of course it wasn't. I was still stiff and tingly...
still in
need of an orgasm and still standing naked in the bath in front of the
girl
controlling me.
Continuing
with
her sexual abuse of me, Suzanne reached out again to grasp my freely
standing
erection between her hands and in one steady motion, tugged my foreskin
right
back... nestling fully into place in the coronal ridge behind the
purple-grey
coloured glans...
"Aggghhhh!!
Nooo! <sniff> Don't! Not so hard..." I winced, closing my
eyes in
shame at what the girl was doing to me. Remembering one of the golden
rules to
always look at the girl or at what she was doing to me, I bit my lip
and opened
my eyes again, looking at her face as she looked at my privates. Her
expression
was part concentration, and part joyful engagement in what she was
seeing, and
what she was doing.
"Come
on...
be like a big brave girl for me... not a sissy boy!" she teased. "You
know this has to happen to get you all nice and clean..." And like so
many
of the girls who had so far had to deal with me during the week so far,
Suzanne
demonstrated her undeniable expertise in boy-handling and just as
quick, drew
the foreskin forward again and back into it's normal position, covering
the
soapy-slippery tip of my penis.
She
repeated the
process three or four times, working the foreskin more loosely each
time, and
getting me ready for the next phase of my cleansing...
"Mmmmmm,
ohhhhhhh
gosh... Please... I really can do that myself... Emma showed me..."
"Shhhhh!
No
nonsense, or I might have to spank you... Come on Phillipa... it's
really no
big deal... You're just making this needlessly hard on yourself..."
As much
as I was
humiliated, and ashamed of what I was 'allowing' myself to undergo at
the hands
o the girls, I steeled myself inside to get through it. I mean, Suzanne
wasn't
really hurting me... It was embarrassing... it was uncomfortable... but
I was
as stiff as a board... I was tingling all over my crotch with sexual
desire. I
wanted her to make me climax. I couldn't deny that... So I pressed
onward and
held on for the ride ahead, however bumpy.
I
watched as
Suzanne left my foreskin fully retracted, gathered up the soap and
rubbed it
between her palms. With a dainty 'plop,' the soap returned to the
bubbly water
and I watched her right hand encircle the shaft of my erection. With a
playful,
satisfied giggle, she soaped all over the little pre-pubescent
purple-pink
glans in front of her, swapping hands several times to do a thorough
job
'polishing me.'
"Good
boy Phillipa..."
Suzanne said softly, allowing her satisfied smirk wander upward along
my naked
body and into my timid, embarrassed eyes. I could do nothing but let
her touch me
like that and continue her bathing of me. As you can expect, my sexual
root
'welcomed' the renewed attention, that much was obvious to both her and
me... God
it felt so naughty and debasing...
Then
she was at my
taut, tingly little frenulum... the sensitive little spot that attached
my
foreskin to my actual penis... She carefully rubbed over it with her
soapy
fingers, circling it... 'caring for it...' The same fingers sought and
caressed
into the ridges of my glans, rubbing along them, around the bulb...
soaping and
cleaning... making me tingle but giving me no relief from the budding
sexual
cravings within my loins and my mind.
'Girls
are better
than boys...' I mused treacherously in my mind, my eyes switching
between my
penis and observing the girl's variable expressions on her 'pretty'
face. 'Girls
will always be better than boys... it's natural... there's nothing boys
can do
about it... It's just nature... Girls are better at washing up
dishes... girls
are better than boys at football... at cleaning willies... My willy
belongs to
girls... my little weakling willy... Oh gosh... help me... somebody...
I wish I
was a girl... I don't want to lose... boys are always going to lose to
girls...
but it feels good... Noooo, it's good
to be a boy... girls make you feel good to be a boy... like this... I
don't
care that girls are better... I just want to feel good... Mmmmm...'
"Nearly
finished with your cute little willy Phillipa... good boy!" Suzanne
said,
reaching forward to place the pink shiny clean pad of her finger right
on the
tip of my now fiery looking glans. Her finger nestled right at my
pee-hole. I
gasped, worrying what she was going to do, and took a deep breath as
well as
clenching my buttocks hard. But I had nothing to fear, Suzanne merely
took the
time to gently roll my loosened foreskin back into place over my glans,
enclosing around the pad of her finger... She gently wriggled it around
inside
the funnel that my foreskin made, then withdrew her hand completely
from my
still stiffly saluting penis.
It was
a brief
lesson... Trust the girl in command... obey the girl in command... and
it would
all be okay for the boy... A reminder that they were girls... not
savages...
and good boys were treated well and often rewarded. I hoped that I
would be
rewarded.
"Ohhhhh..."
I let out my breath with renewed relief.
"Good
boy
Phillipa..." Suzanne praised me, herself seeming a little breathless,
no
doubt from her own tingles of excitement. "If you look after it,
there's
no way your foreskin and penis will fail inspection tomorrow... I
guarantee
it... You're as clean as a girl there right now... But no doubt you'll
go pee-pee a couple of times before
bed and
again in the morning... Because you're still immature
<smirk> and can't
shoot like a big boy, it's only stale pee that makes you smell under
there. So
you really should follow your own example and take another bath in the
morning... Just to be sure... understood?"
"Ohhh...
gosh..."
<pant> "Yes Miss Suzanne... I will... I promise!" 'I'm a
good
boy... I obey girls... I'll be clean soon... just like her... just like
a
girl...'
"Okay...
turn
around and bend over Phillipa... I'm going to wash your bum now for
you..."
Suzanne instructed with efficient naturalism. The madness was not going
to end
just yet. My humiliation barely half way...
"Wh-what?
Do
you have to?! I can do it... I can..." I protested, firmly at first,
but
with resignation to the inevitable. The protest soon tailed off. I just
knew it
was going to feel nasty...
"Don't
be
such a big silly-billy... I'll be gentle... You really have the wrong
idea
about me... I mean... I didn't even bring my camera with me tonight..."
"But..."
I sheepishly tried again.
"No
buts...
Let me do it without any fuss and not only will there be no need for a
spanking... but maybe I'll treat you... and make you feel good. I know
how much
you like that... I can see in your willy and on your face how much you
really
want to..."
"Okay..."
I replied with a timid whisper. As embarrassing as it was going to be,
the
carrot of maybe being made to feel an orgasm after was a very good
incentive
for a boy like me. I had been offered a reward for good behaviour if it
continued.
"Good
boy...
go on then, turn around," she encouraged, smiling at me. With her
command
issued again, I slowly turned round, presenting my clenched buttocks to
her
gaze and then bent over, resting my hands on the bath where it met the
wall. In
that pose, I gave Suzanne a good, close up view of my bottom.
"Phillipa,
I
need you to grab your bum cheeks and pull them apart for me so I can
get the
wash cloth in there real good... I can't do it if you clench them
together like
that... Not without getting nasty with you, and I really don't want
that hassle
with you tonight..."
"Oh
god... okay...
Miss Suzanne," I replied, feeling the embarrassment of pulling my
buttocks
apart to expose my anus to the girl before I had even started. 'This is
so
embarrassing...'
I
adjusted my
position, being careful not to lose my balance and fall over in the
bath. With
my feet planted a little further apart, I reached round and held my
buttocks in
my hand, before tentatively easing them apart... I felt dirty... I felt
small
and fully ashamed. I could only imagine what I must have looked like to
Suzanne... My little anus, all wrinkled and pink looking, staring
Suzanne right
in face... and just beneath, my delicate, vulnerable scrotum free for
her to
view and inspect... and maybe tickle.
"Hmmmm,
that's better... now hold real still or you'll fall over..." Suzanne
cautioned me with quiet confidence of an experienced bath-hand. I could
hear
her soapong up the flannel once more, swirling the bubbly water around
inside
the tub. The smell of summer, feminine flowers filling my nostrils.
Finally,
Suzanne
made contact with my bottom, her hand encased in the soapy, warm
flannel. I
felt it first at the bottom of my back... running down into the fine
crease
that marked the start of my bottom... Long, sweeping movements with the
cloth
from tail bone down to scrotum... then back again... She did that
several
times, each instance with a slightly more firm pressure, being sure to
swipe me
clean, and cleaner still.
I
gasped and
panted at the sensation of the wash cloth as it passed between the
cheeks of my
buttocks, rubbing back and forth slowly along the hairless crease of my
bum
crack... tantalisingly swashing and grazing over the hole of my anus as
it
traced up and down.
"Ohhhh...
Mmmmm... gosh!" I exclaimed, feeling the muscle at the base of my penis
flexing, reminding me of my tingling tumescence. Just as Emma had done
the
previous night, Suzanne rubbed more firmly into the crease of my bottom
with
each pass, thoroughly feeling for my timid starfish... Once she found
it, she circled
the cloth around it, washing around it in tightening circles.
"You're
being
such a good boy Phillipa," Suzanne giggled as she saw me struggling not
to
squirm and call out with loud gasps of what was obvious sexual
excitement.
"Being so brave like a girl... I'm nearly done, but keep nice and still
for me... Mmmmm... that's it... good boy..." <rub... rub...
rub...>
"That's where it gets all dirty and nasty for boys..."
"Ohhhhh,
gosh!" I panted as I felt her fingertip, encased in the wash cloth
almost
penetrate the sphincter of my anus... The muscle tightened in there
beyond my
control, from fear and shame no doubt.
"Lazy
little
boys get dirty, smelly stains in their panties if they're not thorough
when
cleaning back here... especially after toilet time... We don't want you
to make
a mess in you panties do we Phillipa?" <rub... rub...
rub...>
"Noooo
Miss
Suzanne..." I replied quickly, unable to stop my bottom clenching as
the
finger inside the washcloth circled around the rim of my anus,
threatening to
push inside the hole. "Pleeeaaase! I want to be as clean as a girl!"
"Good
boy..." Suzanne giggled at my desperation, aware that it was part
sexual
arousal, part shame, and part desire to be a good, clean obedient boy.
"You see why it's so important for girls to make time to show boys how
to
do things... properly... and perfectly... don't you?"
"Yessss...
Miss Suzanne... Mmmmmnngghh..." I quivered pathetically, dreading the
inevitable invasion of her finger into my actual bottom... beyond the
muscle...
but wishing that she would hurry up and get it over with.
"Good
girl...
keep those chubby little bum cheeks wide apart for me... Mmmmm... just
like
that..." the giggling girl instructed as she removed the wash cloth and
then
retrieved the soap from the warm water around my legs and feet... It
was time
for her to slide the bar of soap right along the splayed crease of my
bum,
making sure I was nice and soapy and slippery...
I knew
what was
coming next... it was part of the routine that had started the previous
evening
with my first love, Emma. Now it was Suzanne's turn... She took what
seemed
like an eternity to coat her index finger with soap suds... Then having
left
the wash cloth behind, it was her finger this time that reached
forward... and
began to circle around the quivering hole of my anus... Using her
girlish
experience and powers of consistency, Suzanne's finger made gentle, but
firm wide
circles around the rim at first... before working closer and closer to
the centre...
her prize...
"Nnnnnggggghhhhh!"
I grimaced and tensed as I felt her fingertip slip almost effortlessly
through
the barrier of my sphincter... her fingertip inside my anus.
"Good
boy...
hold nice and still... I want to be gentle with you..." Suzanne soothed
with a soft, girlish whisper. "I'm really not a boy hater... not all
boys
anyway... Some I like... and I'm always gentle with boys I like if they
behave
and obey..."
"Mmmmm...
ohhhhh... please be gentle Miss Suzanne..." I gasped softly in response
to
the sensation of her fingertip arriving inside me... I squirmed my
bottom,
almost encouraging her to push her finger further... "I'll always obey
girls... I promise... girls rule forever..."
After a
brief
pause, Suzanne wriggled her fingertip around just inside my bottom for
a moment
before pushing a little harder and nestling her finger further
inside... I was
sure I could feel at least two knuckles inside. I gasped again, feeling
her
soapy finger moving around inside me... exploring me like I was being
inspected
in the Club hut.
"Good
boy...
you like being fingered like a girl don't you Phillipa? Hmmm?"
"Uh-huh...
Mmmggghh..." I responded instinctively as I felt the finger begin to
move
in and out of my bottom, like the pistons of a steam locomotive just
starting
to leave the station. I was squirming on her finger, welcoming it, and
trying
to free myself of it at the same time such was my bodily confusion.
"Oh
yes..." <giggle> "All boys come to like this in the
end..." In and out her finger penetrated me... the slipperiness of her
finger reducing the friction and restriction of the muscles in my
bottom that
would normally try to stop it from happening. The soapiness of her
finger both
easing her entry, and helping to clean me inside. And my penis remained
rock
hard throughout the anal invasion. My body was telling me how much I
liked
being fingered like a girl... by a girl... in my bottom. And the girl
would see
it when I turned back round... She would know... She already did...
Soon,
the
fingering was done, and Suzanne removed her finger from my anus. Behind
my
back, I assume that she checked it with the usual thoroughness like
only the
girls could. A visual and nasal 'review.' Rinsing off her hand and
retaking the
wash cloth, she rinsed my bottom thoroughly, again taking time to
'care' for me
from tail bone to scrotum...
<flick>
"Ow!" I
yelped as I felt her flick a finger at my scrotum, catching one of my
little
delicate testicles.
"Ha-ha!"
she giggled... "Okay, that's the bath done with..." She sounded so
different, more maternal and caring again. It was like being with a
different
girl... a lot more likeable that any of my experiences with her so far
that
week. That said, will make it clear that I was still Emma's... "All
clean
like a little boy should be... Stand up straight, turn around... and
put your hands
back on your head..."
With
relief that
the ordeal may be coming to an end, I obediently stood up and turned
round to
face Suzanne once more, fully aware of the raging erection betraying
how I was
feeling... It served to remind me how much I must have been enjoying
all of the
attention I was getting, and how naked I was in front of such a young
girl... a
girl my own age. Those kinds of embarrassing sensations are never
forgotten. Sure,
they can be managed a little... it's never easy is it? But a boy never
forgets,
even when he is fully grown.
With my
hands on
top of my head, I took a moment to look at Suzanne and saw her silently
smirking at my hairless erection. It was a knowing look... I wasn't the
first
boy she had dealt with, I wasn't the last... but I could gather that
she knew
the power she had over a boy like me... Once again, as a girl, she had
successfully enforced my obedience, through the bath I had been given
and now
standing in such a way as to confirm my submissiveness to her. That and
the
tell-tale erection sprouting from between my legs, saluting her...
acknowledging her total superiority and command over me. The erection
that
proved that I had 'enjoyed' it... and that I was aroused by it...
sexually. As
a boy of eleven, I hated her knowing about that bit...
"Wow
Phillipa! Look at you!" she teased me, pointing at my penis with
dramatic
effect.
"Please
d-don't look at it like that Miss Suzanne," I blushed quietly, tempted
to
turn my body away. "It's embarrassing... please let me cover up
now..."
"Oh
come on
silly... It's nothing I haven't seen before is it? And you look so cute
and
funny stood there like that!"
she replied
dismissively.
"But I
can't
help it..." I whined weakly, feeling powerless and bodily out of
control... down there between my legs at least.
"And
that's
why girls are naturally superior to boys... and why girls will always
be better
than boys..." Suzanne began with an air of scientific revelation. No
doubt
quoting from the Big Book Of Boy Secrets. "You really don't have to
fight
it you know?"
"Fight
w-what?" I replied timidly.
"The
fact
that females are naturally superior to males... and that males should
follow
the lead and command of the females in their lives... Look... you can't
help
what happens to your penis, when it gets all stiff and horny like
that... You're
just being male... You're just a boy... It's what you are... you can't
control
it... But girls can... I did that
to you... didn't I? I made you
get all stiff... didn't I?"
"Y-yes...
Miss Suzanne..." I gulped, re-learning my lesson in my full, naked and
sexually aroused 'glory...'
"There
you
go... you couldn't control it... you couldn't help yourself... because
I'm a girl...
I came along, gave you a nice bath and bingo... I made your willy get
hard... I
made it happen... Remember, when a girl has control of your penis...
she has
control of you... There's no getting away from it... You don't have to
fight
it, because you can't help it any more than you can stop it. It's
nature's way
of telling you that it's okay to be a boy... and it's okay to accept
that girls
rule, and boys should obey... If nothing else it feels kind of nice for
you as
a boy when girls have control of your penis... doesn't it?"
"I...
errrm... I guess so Miss Suzanne..." I replied, more in hope that I was
going to be rewarded with a climax than reading too much into the
detail of
what she was saying.
"Good...
because I did kind of promise you a reward for being a good boy for
me... Now
get out of the bath and let me dry you off..."
I
waited for
Suzanne to grab hold of the large bath towel hanging on the rail before
returning to stand in front of me with open arms, holding it aloft... I
gingerly climbed out of the bathtub and into the soft, warm fabric of
the
towel... I held still, feet planted apart as Suzanne towelled me
down... Like
Emma before her the previous evening, Suzanne hummed away as she dried
me
off... For the first time, I recognised the tune she was humming... it
was
'anything you can do, I can do better...' I blushed... even through
humming, a
girl was teasing me about the battle of the sexes. And as you would
expect, she
spent a long time making sure my bottom and my genitals were thoroughly
dry.
Once
satisfied
that I was dry enough, Suzanne fully removed the towel from me, leaving
me to
feel the cool air circulate all over my body as she reached in and let
the
water begin to drain from the tub. As the water drained noisily down
the plug hole,
the girl laid the bath towel right out neatly onto the floor next to
me. This
was quickly establishing itself as a nightly bathing routine supervised
by the
girls on rotation.
"You
know
what to do after last night Phillipa... Lay yourself down on your back
for
me..." Suzanne instructed.
"Yes
Miss
Suzanne..." I replied more eagerly than at any time during my bath
experience with her. Quickly, I began to arrange myself on the bath
towel. There
was no cushion to place my bottom on, so I was flat to the floor on my
back... I
then moved to bend my knees so that I could plant both soles of my feet
together. Finally, to complete my picture of compliance, I positioned
my hands
so that they rested on top of my head.
"Good
boy... but
I didn't ask you to get into 'playtime' position... We're not ready for
'that'
just yet," she smiled. "But do you see how well you and me can get
along now that we know each other a little better? Hmmm? Now you've
learned how
to obey the girls at the Club?"
"Yes,
Miss
Suzanne... th-thank you..." I replied, submitting to let her move my
legs,
feet, arms and hands to where she wanted them. I ended up literally
just on my
back, facing up... One to one, she seemed a completely different girl
to that
snooty, interruptive creature I had met at the Club. I wondered if she
would still
be nice to me again at tomorrow's meeting... or if she would 'revert to
type'
in front of her friends...
I paid
little
attention to her as I waited in position, while she rooted around in
her little
brown bag at the side of me. Then, curiously, she held a small maroon
coloured
bottle with a tall black screw on lid in front of me. I didn't fully
register
what it was at first... my mind had raced ahead to the thought of an
'orgasm
treat' or something. But my ordeal was about to continue...
"Now
that
you're as clean as a girl... I think it's time you had your nails
painted, like
a girl too..." Suzanne smirked playfully at me as though she were
addressing a toy doll. She held the bottle closer to my eyes to satisfy
my
curiosity and confusion. Sure enough, it was nail varnish...
"Wh-what?"
I stammered in disbelief. "No way! You can't... I'm a boy... I'm a boy... I don't want to be a girl... You
can't pain my nails... Please!"
"Oh
Phillipa,
don't be such a spoilsport... I see perfectly well that you're a BOY... Duh! It's just for
pretend..."
"Please
don't... you'll all laugh at me... I'm not a girl..." It was another
affront to my boyishness... to my male pride. And it was an indication
to
Suzanne that my journey towards the 'Dark Side' of the Force, to accept
the
superiority of females still had some way to go... To be 'just like a
girl' was
somehow shameful for me a boy, even though girls were smarter...
stronger...
and every which way naturally better than boys... Even though girls
were
perfect, it was still degrading for me as a boy to try and be like a
girl.
"Phillipa...
listen... earlier on, when I caught you staring at my bum, you promised
me that
you'd obey me... didn't you?" Suzanne said... there, she had me.
"Y-yes...
b-but..."
"There
are no
buts... come on... it'll be fun, I promise... Be a good boy and there
may be a
treat for you... hmmm?"
"But
I'm a
boy... boys don't wear nail varnish... What will Emma say? What will my
mum
say? Please don't..." my quiet protests began to melt away, replaced by
a
kind of reluctant resignation. I was liking the thought of getting a
'treat,'
if not the thought of what was required to get it... I was stalling for
time,
delaying the inevitable like when the girls commanded me to strip naked
for
them each day at the Club.
"Come
on... I
thought you were a big, brave... boy..." she teased, pressing various
emotional buttons to get me to comply. "It's the school holidays...
nobody
else but the Club are going to see... Stephanie wears nail varnish
sometimes...
and so should you..."
"Stephanie?"
I asked with curiosity. "I mean, Stephen? You make him wear nail
varnish
too?"
"Uh-huh...
and I know that Emma will find it cute on you if you try it..." she
said,
the word 'Emma' making me focus, just as Suzanne hoped it would.
"She'll
find that cute... as opposed to hearing about you staring at my bottom
and
imagining my bare naked... vagina..."
I
gulped... I
really didn't want Suzanne to tell Emma anything... I just wanted it to
be Emma
and me... together... My obedience was bought, yet again... in exchange
for her
silence.
"Okay...
I'll
let you do it..." I replied quietly, my cheeks crimson with doomed
embarrassment.
"Good
boy! I
knew you'd see it my way..." she replied like a perfect little
classroom
know-it-all... "So what shall we do first... hmmmmmm... fingers... or
toes? Fingers or toes... fingers or toes..."
"Fingers!"
I replied gruffly, trying to maintain an air of masculinity... as if
Suzanne
was not able to see my masculinity, still pointing upward... still
stiff... and
still tingly.
"Okey-dokey..."
she giggled, twisting off the black lid from the bottle. As the lid
came off, I
saw for the first time that the lid of a nail varnish bottle included
the
little girly paint brush with which to apply the varnish... Kneeling
beside me,
she took hold of my left hand and began to apply the brush to my thumb
nail...
I
breathed in hard
through gritted teeth, as though the application of the girlish, maroon
coloured nail varnish was going to begin some sort of real life
physical
transformation into a girl. Penis
becoming a vagina and everything. But it didn't... I
didn't really feel
anything as the nails of my left hand were painted by the girl. I
didn't really
feel any different at all...
But
there was the
pungent smell of the nail varnish itself... It filtered through my
nostrils
with vigour. A sweet, intoxicating smell... making me feel a little
light
headed when too much went up my nose at once. So I looked away to seek
fresher
air as she continued to paint me.
"That's
one..." Suzanne called out, letting my left hand go... "Keep it face
up, while the varnish dries... You have good nails, for a boy... You'd
have
been a very pretty girl you know? If nature hadn't seen something in
you it
didn't like... and turned you into a boy instead..." With her verbal
teasing, the muscle at the base of my penis flinched, making my
erection bob a
little. I'm not sure if she noticed. "Gimme your right hand next..."
And so,
my right hand
fingers and thumb received the nail varnish too... then the toes of my
left
foot... and finally, the toes of my right foot. All of my fingers,
thumbs and
toes had their nails painted maroon...
"All
done..." Suzanne said brightly... "Just like a girl..."
I
blushed scarlet
as I held my hands up in front of my face as I lay there. The maroon
coloured
nails right in front of me, the second step (after bathing) towards
being 'just
like a girl...'
"H-how
long
do I have to keep this stuff on?" I asked nervously.
"Well...
let's just say that nail varnish isn't allowed in school... soooooo..."
"Noooo!
I
can't go like this all summer... please!" I panicked.
"Maybe
not
all summer... but consider it as part of your Club uniform now until we
say...
After all, maroon isn't the only colour... there's so many we can
try..."
"Oh
god! This
is crazy!" I said with indignation.
"Oh but
so
much fun... you'll see... If you're a good boy, that coat should last
until
next week... Now... it's getting late... so enough silliness... get
yourself in
'playtime' position and I'll get the talcum powder... soon be time for
a
'treat.'"
So, I
readjusted
my position as I had before the nail varnish was applied. I lay there
prone on
the bath mat, like a baby boy waiting to have his nappy put on by a
caring,
curious older girl about to 'care for' the 'little differences' of my
sex
compared with her own. For a few brief moments, Suzanne left my side
and
returned with the familiar looking tube of powder that was normally
used by my
mother.
Kneeling
down at
my side again, the girl began to lightly pepper my tummy with the
talcum
powder... The feminine, flowery scent filled my nostrils with maternal
nostalgia of longed for warm cuddles. Feelings of letting go of
angst... the scent
hypnotically seducing me to accept the truths spoken at the Club... and
the acceptance
of female dominance. Almost another feminisation of my masculinity. A
boy,
being coated in feminine powder... being cleaned... and made to smell
like a
girl... nails painted like a girl... The aroma of flowers... fairies...
and princesses...
an aroma that reminded me of male weakness. Thoughts like that raced
through my
youthful mind, vying for attention. Like my penis was.
Amazingly
light as
the sensation was, I could just feel the sprinkles of talcum powder as
they
landed on my tummy, and then followed the gentle, soothing girlish
fingers as
Suzanne began to rub the 'feminising' powder into my smooth skin. It
felt
wonderful as her fingers spread out and rubbed the powder all over my
tummy,
around and into my navel and down further towards the very top of my
crotch...
agonising and teasing... almost tickling me.
I
giggled,
relaxing with acceptance as Suzanne 'cared for me' diligently working
the
powder over and over into my skin. Maybe I was enjoying this... some of
it.
Lots of it I hated, both at the time and looking back with a curious
fondness
for my life back then. But I see that I was learning... about life...
about the
two sexes and growing to live for moments of pleasure like I was
experiencing
at the hands of Suzanne. Emma, Suzanne... all of the girls were
teaching me so
much, including about my own body.
"You
see
Phillipa? It can be a lot of fun when you're a good boy and do what
girls tell
you... can't it?" she whispered, enjoying my giggles as she rubbed
powder
into my chest... all over my nipples, then long stroking movements down
to the
area below my navel again... It was sensual. It was exciting, sexually,
even
without her touching my penis. "It feels good to obey a girl... doesn't
it? Hmmm?"
"Uh-huh..."
I panted dreamily, succumbing to her gentility. "Miss..."
"Lift
up your
legs Phillipa... and hold them apart for me a little..." Suzanne
giggled
quietly at the enchanting impact she was having on me. "Your little boy
parts need attention of course... but not just yet..."
"Mmmmmm...
ohhhhh..." I breathed deeply, losing myself in the moment, trying to
picture Emma doing it to me instead. I was fantasising... I still had
enough
about me to lift my legs and grip them with my hands under my knees...
I
instantly recalled just how humiliating the pose was, how degrading it
was with
a girl overseeing everything like that. But I was so sexually
stimulated by it.
Deep down, I wanted it to continue... I was chasing the 'happy ending'
that I
hoped would entreat me.
"Right
back... come on... that's it... good boy... Show me your bum again...
Good
boy!" Suzanne chuckled as she watched me struggle to adopt and then
maintain
the position. Of course, positioned like that, I couldn't see what was
happening now, but I sensed the girl sprinkling the powder onto my
buttocks,
and between the cheeks of my bottom... right over my newly sparkling
clean
little pink starfish.
And
then she began
to rub the delicate soft powder into my equally soft pre-pubescent
skin. Her
fingers traced daintily over my buttocks in wide circles, then rubbed
more
invasively into the crease between them... Her fingers tickled and
rubbed over
my perineum and then right over my anus... several times... Oh gosh
that made
me gasp with renewed excitement. It shouldn't have... but it did. It
felt so
naughty. I so wished it was Emma doing it. I would have rowed a canoe
over Niagara
Falls at that
moment to swap Suzanne for Emma...
"Nnnnngghghh,
ohhhh god... Emma... Mmmmmm... oh Suzanne... not there! It tickles..."
I panted in confusion as the girl's fingers rubbed repeatedly over my
ticklish
little anal opening. My penis flinched with arousal, my emotions a
blitzkrieg
of randomly directed thoughts... sexual feelings... submissive
feelings... nice
feelings. Feeling as clean as a girl. Painted like a girl... smelling
like a
girl.
"Legs
down a
little..." Suzanne said quietly, undeterred in her task, but well aware
of
the affect she was having on me. This was another demonstration of her
power as
a girl... the mysterious 'Dark Side of the Force.'
Moving
my legs a
little, gave her access to the next target in her list. With my legs
still in
the air and with my bum still very much on display, Suzanne sprinkled
some more
of my mother's flowery talcum powder onto the wrinkly-crinkled skin of
my immature little
ball sac... Again, just like I
was a baby boy...
Suzanne
was
'loving' in her attention to me, careful in her actions so as not to
render
pain to my testicles inside as the powder was spread and rubbed into my
sensitive and delicate skin. I imagined the white powder turning my
skin from 'naked
boy pink,' to a dusty, milky creamy white. The attention made the skin
of my
scrotum react and tingle, again almost making me feel ticklish and
making me
giggle... I felt relaxed, playful like a baby... maybe even content...
"Okay
Phillipa...
back down into playtime position now... You've been a very good boy, so now it's
time for your little winky to get a treat... Would you like that?"
"Yes
Miss
Suzanne..." I replied quickly, re-establishing my 'playtime' position
as
swiftly as I could. The aroma of the talcum powder lingered in the air
as I
moved.
"Then
ask me
nicely... to play with your little winky... until you feel a nice
little boy
cum..." she teased me, enjoying the blushes still coursing through my
cheeks.
"Please...
Miss Suzanne," I began, a submissive, almost babyish tone to my voice.
"I've been a good boy... Please play with my little boy winky until it
feels
good... Make me have an orgasm... Please diddle me down there... You're
a girl,
and girls can do it better than
boys
can!"
Suzanne
looked so
pleased with what I said as she looked at me. It was embarrassing, but
it was
an 'occupational hazard' for a boy to get what he wanted when dealing
with
girls like this who were so sure footed in getting what they wanted.
She had a
mission to dominate and humiliate me... to convert my beliefs to those
of her
own and her friends. I had a mission to accept the domination, accept
the
beliefs and allow myself to feel good to compensate me while it
happened.
I felt
so exposed
again and sexually aroused as Suzanne sprinkled some of the feminine
talcum
powder all over my bare naked crotch that had not yet received the
powder. The
smooth hairlessness of my crotch, was soon dotted with powdery
sprinkles. The
shaft of my penis too... stiffly erect as much as it could be, craving
attention as it tingled.
Soon,
Suzanne
began to rub the powder into the skin of my bald pubis in tickling wide
circles... and then along the shaft of my penis... I saw my penis begin
to
change colour... The boyish pink hues of my previous nudity, were
changing
shade... lightening, until my skin became a milky, pinkish powdered
white...
Only the very tip of the funnel made by my foreskin seemed to stay
natural
pink... almost a more 'angry' or 'desperate' red, such was the
prolonged sexual
arousal I was being subjected to.
To rub
the powder
into the shaft of my upright erection, Suzanne had to enclose her
fingers gently
around my shaft and the base, then pull gently upwards, working the
powder into
my skin... It throbbed longingly in her hand, desperate for a
release... to
feel an immature, dry-climax.
Each
time she
reached the top of my shaft and let go, my hips lifted off the bath
towel, into
the air, pushing upward to try and meet her hand again... encouraging
her. The
sign of a submissive boy dancing to the tune purveyed by the girl in
charge of
him.
"Miss
Suzanne... Mmmmmm... please... it's tingling... please play with my
winky..." I panted, making the girl attending to me giggle, recognising
her inevitable victory over me.
"Say
the
boys' code then... and I'll make you feel good Phillipa..." Suzanne
challenged me. Just one more self debasement, and I'd get my reward...
"I'll make you feel really good inside your little weakling willy..."
You can
imagine
how badly I wanted this... despite the ordeal of being naked... being
bathed...
being 'made' to say things I may or may not have agreed with. But the
tingling
I felt... the need to feel good I felt... it was like I had a purpose.
It was
however, just another piece in the jigsaw of domination that the girls
oversaw
each time they had a boy to play with.
The
girls relished
the chance to watch a boy feel good, to experience a climax that was
brought
about by 'them,' or enforced by them even if he didn't want to. They
had the
power to make a boy want to climax... to crave it... and do almost
anything to
get that feeling between his legs... And of course, the girls had all
the necessary
powers to make him climax. Whether they made the boy masturbate
himself, or use
a variety of techniques to masturbate a boy themselves... THEY had the
power.
Boys are puppets to girls... docile, malleable and weak given the right
conditions. And with the Big Book Of Boy Secrets, the Langton Magna
girls had
all the pieces of the jigsaw... all the right conditions, and the
talent, to
tame ANY boy they chose.
I
confess... I
wanted it so bad... so I said it...
"Miss
Suzanne... errrm... 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..."
"Ohhhh
good
boy!" Suzanne beamed. "You're getting really good at saying that
Phillipa... You know, the more you say it, and the more you think about
it...
the more you'll start to see how true it all is... You don't have to
fight
it... not now you know that if you're a good boy, girls can make you
feel good
like this... hmmmm?"
And
with that,
Suzanne took the stiff little hairless erection of mine inside the warm
fingers
of her right hand... and carefully, firmly drew down my foreskin...
<tug...
tug...
pop> It popped into place snugly behind the ridge of my
corona... and I gasped
in readiness for the treat I was about to receive, my mouth hanging
open in
wonder. She had my full attention... expertly handling me by the cock,
and it
felt good... She could have used me to wipe the floor like a mop and it
would
have felt good if she were holding me by the cock as she did it...
"Your
mummy
will be coming to check on us soon," Suzanne began, reorganising her
fingers so that she gripped my penis just below the newly exposed fiery
red
looking glans... "So I'm going to do this nice and quick for you
Phillipa... nice and firm... No messing about... I'm going to show you
how
quickly a girl can make a boy feel all weak and silly between his legs
when she
wants to... Okay?"
"Yes,
M-Miss
Suzanne..." I replied, softly nodding my head, fully under her spell.
"M-make me f-feel... w-weak..." As I spoke, she nodded her
understanding of my own understanding, and planted her free hand down
flat to
my hairless pubis. She pushed her palm down firmly onto my skin, her
fingers
reaching over the front of my scrotum, gripping me there, while my
upright
penis shaft was 'trapped' around the base by the web of skin between
her thumb
and forefinger... For those of you that want to know, that part of our
body is
called the 'purlicue...' Yes, I looked it up.
Oh boy,
she had me
held firm... no getting away... The only thing that was going to happen
now was
my sexual surrender to her hand, and what she could do to me because I
was a
boy. A puppet under her control... What my body was about to feel was
all down
to her... she could go as quick as she wanted, she could go as slow as
she
wanted. She was in charge, and I knew it. Suzanne was going to do this
to me
because SHE wanted to... she wanted to see the effects of that power
she had
over me. The power that all girls, given the right circumstances, have
over any boy.
And so
she began,
true to her word... a firm, deliberate masturbation of my penis... a
functional
demonstration of girl power... not a sexual act driven by love or
affection.
Arousal and occasion, definitely on behalf of both of us. But not love.
<wank-wank-wank-wank>
The immediate friction of her thumb and forefinger rubbing up and down
quickly
over my frenulum and loose skin of my retracted foreskin was driving
some
amazing sensations in my penis... It was overtaking my mind more
quickly than I
could picture everything. Suzanne really was quick...
<wank-wank-wank-wank>
with the staccato report of a machine gun firing.
"Ohhhh...
gosh... Mmmmmm..." I murmured, in total surrender to her control over
my
penis... control of my whole person. I was hers at that moment... her
toy to
play with... I was being rewarded for being a good boy... and she was
being
rewarded with the chance to make a submissive boy climax because of
what SHE
was doing to him... doing to me. Playing me like an instrument because
she
wanted to... Wanking me... hard.
"Mmmmmnngghh..."
I grunted as my foreskin yielded with the friction, back into place to
cover my
glans again, making her strokes even easier as she continued to diddle
me.
<wank-wank-wank-wank>
It
could have been
little more than ten seconds since she started masturbating me. But it
began...
the climax was unfolding... In 'playtime' position as I was, the soles
of my
feet pressed tighter together, I clenched my teeth and sucked a deep
breath
inside with a 'whoosh.'
"Easy-peasy..."
Suzanne giggled, recognising the signs of a newly starting
boy-climax...
<wank-wank-wank> "A girl is doing it to you again
Phillipa..."
<wank-wank-wank-squeeze> "I'm making it happen
Phillipa... I'm
making you give in... And I'm making it feel nice for you to give in...
Mmmm,
good boy... you can't help it... you're losing to a girl... and it feels
nice... hmmm?"
"Nnnngghgh
ohhhh god!" I gasped, my mouth opening wide in a silent 'scream,' as I
felt my hips start to jiggle on the bath towel... I couldn't stop it...
not
now... Suzanne was right... It was girl against boy... and I was being
beaten
to submission by her fingers... The inevitable was happening... a girl
was
forcing a climax through my body again... right through my hips... and
my
powerless little penis...
"Good
boy!" Suzanne praised me with victory in her voice, my peripheral
vision
foggy but clear enough to see her watching me... looking at my penis...
looking
at my face... looking back to my penis, grinning as she watched me
wriggling
and squirming... I was losing the battle as I climaxed for her... The
sinking
feeling of defeat to a girl inside my mind and tummy... at the same
time as the
dreamy feeling of my orgasm, right through my badge of masculine
weakness.
How
could something
so symbolically damaging and frightening for us boys, such as losing
the battle
of the sexes to girls, feel so good? It was a paradox. I didn't want to
lose...
I didn't want to be inferior... or a slave... But I did like feeling
good...
just like I did then... I didn't care for anything but that nice
feeling at
that moment.
"Ohhhhhh...
Mmmmmm... yeahhh..." I whimpered as the ticklish electrical charges of
sexual crisis seared through the tip of my cock... along the shaft and
through
the loins of my body. The tingly, eruptive spasms of sexual climax had
begun...
my buttocks lifting off the towel several times as I succumbed to her
power. Glorious
spasm after glorious spasm... I was drowning in a prolonged moment of
boyish bliss.
A 'Saturn Five' scale dry-cum.
<wank-wank...
spasm... wank-wank... spasm>
"Mmmmghhhh...
Ohhhhhh Miss Suzanne... stop... please... B-boys are.... Nnngghhhh...
boys are
w-weaker than girls!" I called out my climactic catchphrase as was
required of me... "Please stop! Boys are weaker than girls..." I
repeated, the sexual spasms continuing.
<squeeze...
wank... squeeze... wank...> Fortunately, Suzanne was now slowing
down... and
bringing the climax to a 'happy' conclusion. And I recognised that what
Suzanne
had said was true... I really did feel weak between my legs... Those
most
treasured and wonderful feelings of orgasm, were actually feelings of
weakness
and defeat... sexual defeat... From the tip of my penis, to the
immature little
testicles inside my scrotum... a girl had again made me feel weak...
Everything
about being a boy... and having a penis, made me weak.
"Oh
that was
a good one, I could tell," Suzanne teased me, removing her hands from
my
body, letting go of my penis and leaving it to find it's own way back
to 'normality.'
"And yes, boys are weaker by far... All because you have wriggly little
penises between your legs..." As she spoke and giggled, I could feel
the
erection dissipating quickly and as I looked along my body towards my
crotch, I
saw it lilt to the side... I felt it soften further still, until it
flopped
against the very top of my thigh... physically dominated to submission
by a
girl... And now, my penis was out for the count, while the girl... the
superior
female looked on victorious.
Right
then, I
didn't really care what she said, or what I felt... It was a moment of
relief... The scoreboard had reset. She could have told me that cats
were
actually dogs, and that mice were actually cats and it wouldn't have
made any
difference. She could have said that this was all a game and that in
actuality,
it was still us males who were the superior sex... and it would all
have passed
me by. Post orgasmic bliss... Sexual mind-fog.
As the
rest of my
body began to recover from the exertions of the dry-orgasm, I could
still feel
my heart pounding... my chest rising and falling quickly as I sought
fresh
breath to aid my recovery.
"You
feel
better now?" she asked me, as though she were a friend. My senses were
returning, like an early computer having been turned off, then on
again. I was
at the DOS prompt.
"Yes...
Thank
you Miss Suzanne..." I panted gently. 'For a shine that beats the
grime...
smart girls use Lily... Mmmmmm... Boys are the weakest... we're
weaker... than
girls... Vaginas... rule... penises... weaklings... Shush! Stop it!'
"You're
welcome Phillipa," she replied, before leaning down to kiss my
forehead. A
most unexpected and confusing gesture.
<clump,
clump,
clump> As if carefully choreographed and planned, I heard the
familiar sound
of footsteps climbing the stairs outside the bathroom, and I knew that
it would
be my mother coming to check up on us, just as Suzanne had foreseen...
"Miss
Suzanne... can I get dressed now? My mother is coming... she'll see...
my
thing... oh god, my nails! Don't let her see those... please!" I
whimpered, unsure whether to try and hide my penis, or try and cover
all of my
painted nails from her view when she entered the bathroom. I'd been
seen naked
(virtually) with a girl the previous evening of course, and I was her
son...
But I wasn't ready for my mother to see I had 'allowed' myself to have
my nails
painted like a girl. It was too soon after the girl's clothes incident
earlier.
"It's
only
your mummy... she won't care about your nails I bet... But I guess it's
time
for your jammies to go on now Phillipa..." Suzanne chuckled, not
rushing
in the slightest to help me get dressed. My pyjamas were on the other
side of
the bathroom, seemingly an ocean away from where I was, still lying on
the
floor. "I don't want her to think that I'm slow or lazy when I give her
little
boy a bath... Maybe I can tell her that you had to poop before your
bath..."
"No
way!
Don't you dare!" I blustered timidly. And without prompting, I jumped
up
from the floor and stood nervously in front of Suzanne, my hands
covering my
crotch with reawakened modesty.
"No you
don't
Phillipa!" Suzanne smirked devilishly. "No covering up... not now!
We're
far beyond that now aren't we? Come on... it's only your penis, we both
know it's
nothing special... hands down at your sides and we can get you
dressed..."
"Oh
god!" I sighed under my breath, feeling the time tick away before my
next
uncompromising discovery. I moved my feet apart and put my hands down
at my
sides instantly, this time obeying her so that she would get a damned
move on
and help me out!
<clump...
clump... clump> The footsteps were getting nearer.
Suzanne
retrieved
my Return Of The Jedi synthetic pyjamas from the top of the linen
basket and
stood in front of me, ushering me to put my arms in the air... Why
didn't girls
ever put the bottoms on first when dressing boys? I kind of knew deep
down that
it was a way to keep a boy's private parts on display for the longest
possible
time for them and anyone watching... Though girls I spoke to later in
life said
it was a habit they had got into when dressing themselves... Putting a
nightie,
or night shirt on tended to cover their nascent boobs and girl parts
all in one
go... It only became an issue if they decided not to wear panties too,
and were
sat down with their legs parted slightly...
Anyway,
I
digressed there. With my arms up, Suzanne began to feed my upper body
into the
smooth feeling material of the pyjama top... arms first, and then my
head...
With my head still submerged on it's journey through the head hole of
the
pyjama top, I heard the horrifying sound of the bathroom door
opening... my
lower half still bare naked and uncovered, and with no time for me to
even try
and hide my painted nails.
"Mmmmggghhh,
Suzanne, please hurry!" I whispered in panic, as I heard the footsteps
enter the room. "Cover me... please!"
"Hello
Miss
Powell... I'm just getting Phillipa dressed now, we're almost done..."
"So I
can
see..." I heard my mother reply demurely as my head finally popped
through
the head hole of the pyjama top and Suzanne smoothed it down my front
and back.
Once more, my mother had entered while a fully clothed girl was getting
me, her
semi-naked son into his bed clothes after receiving a bath.
I must
have looked
a sight to her... Her eleven year old son, standing in front of an
eleven year
old girl from up the road, trying to get him dressed as though it was
all the
most natural set of circumstances in the world. My knees trembled a
little as I
saw Suzanne hold my pyjama bottoms up in front of me - a stark reminder
of my
state of undress below the waist, with everything on show. I started
blushing
again... Why was this all taking place so slowly?
"Come
on,
step into these..." the girl whispered back to me, stooping low to
enable
me to put my feet into the pyjama bottoms. "Good boy..."
"I've
got
some nice hot chocolate on the go downstairs Suzanne, if you'd like to
join us
for a while after you're done?" my mother asked calmly, watching events
unfold in front of her.
"Oh
yes, that
would be lovely Miss Powell," Suzanne replied to my mother. Distracted
by
my mother's offer of hot chocolate, and to my ongoing embarrassment,
she left
the pyjama bottoms pooled agonisingly at my ankles as my mother
approached us. So
close to having my boy parts covered up, yet so far. My blush deepened,
my
heart rate increased and my feelings of vulnerable semi-nudity trickled
through
me... my little penis, all shrivelled, beaten and spent (for now)
resting limply
from the junction between my legs for my mother and Suzanne to observe.
'My
penis is my
weakness... please let me cover up...' I thought. Then I heard the
voices of
other girls in the Club, teasing me... chanting at me...
'Nudie
little
maggot boy...' - Suzanne...
'Wriggly
little worm...'
- Natasha...
'Naked boys have
to
keep their hands at their sides so us girls can see...' - Caroline The
Hutt...
'Boys
are dumb!' -
Alison...
'Pe-nuth-ith
are
even dumber!' - Elizabeth
the lisp... 'Daffy...'
'What a
yummy looking
little cock...' - Josie...
'Strip...
Strip...
Strip...' - Anita, Suzanne, Alison and Elizabeth all chanting
together... 'We
can see your willy... we can see your willy... girls are better than
boys...
girls are better than boys...'
'You're
my nudie
slave boy... the Force will be with you... always...' - Emma... 'Be
brave...
you don't have to fight it...'
"Mummy...
I... can I pull my pyjamas up?" I squeaked, not even sure if anything
came
out of my mouth. She either didn't hear me, ignored me or just
interrupted
me...
"Suzanne
dear... has Phillipa been a good boy this evening?" my mother asked,
not
caring that I still had my pyjama bottoms around my ankles, my penis
still on
display or that I had asked if I could pull my bottoms up into place.
"Oh yes
Miss
Powell..." Suzanne replied brightly. "No problems at all at bath time
at all... we got on really well, didn't we Phillipa?"
"Errrm...
yes... Miss Suzanne," I replied quietly, my cheeks still crimson with
shame.
"So
Suzanne
isn't a... ahem... a 'boy hater' then after all?" my mother teased.
"No
mummy...
I errrm... I guess not..."
"There
you
go, you see? First Emma... then Stephanie and now Suzanne too... You'll
soon
have lots of friends here won't you?"
"Mummy...
I..." barely resisting the urge to just reach down and pull up my
pyjama
bottoms. I worried about the consequence if I did such a thing... was I
allowed
to? I worried that if I did pull them up, either Suzanne or my mother
would
make me pull them down again. Back to square one... So I tried to ask
again...
"Can I..."
"Miss
Powell," Suzanne interrupted me to continue her report on me.
"Phillipa should sleep very well tonight after having such a busy day
with
the girls and Stephanie."
"It's
good to
know he is starting to make such good friends with you young ladies at
the
Club... I knew he would fit in just nicely here... didn't I tell you
Phillipa,
hmmm?"
"And
he'll
have a smile on his face when he goes to sleep..." Suzanne continued
unabated, with a mischievous giggle at her double-entendre. "He's had
plenty of treats today at the Club... And for being so good for me in
the bath,
I've given him one more to grow on after I powdered him ready for
bed..."
"Miss
Suzanne, shush, please!" I pleaded for her silence with exasperated
shock.
I didn't want my mother to know that I had just been... 'played
with...' by a
girl... by anybody in fact. This was secret... or at least I hoped it
was.
"Oh
don't be
such a silly little boy Phillipa," my mother smirked... using my girl
name
again, to my chagrin. "It's not like I haven't been a member of the
Club
myself before now is it, hmmmm? I know exactly how boys enjoy their
treats when
they behave... especially after bath time..."
"Mummy,
shush!" I continued to blush, moving my hands subconsciously to cover
my hairless,
boyish privates...
"Oh
look at
you, getting all embarrassed..." my mother teased. "You're still far
too modest Phillipa... come on... hands back at your sides... there's a
good
boy... You have nothing that we haven't already seen... and nothing
down there
to be ashamed of..."
'It's
only your
penis remember,' I heard Suzanne's voice as she stared at me. 'It's
nothing
special... nothing but a little-bitty-toy for a girl to play with...'
With
reluctance, I
obeyed my mother and moved my hands back to my sides... or tried to...
"Oh
wait a
minute... what's that on your nails?" my mother asked, reaching out to
take hold of my hands before they could reach my sides.
"Mummy,
no!!!" I whined, fighting the urge to squirm away and hide. "Don't
look... mummy... please!! Miss Suzanne did it to me... please... mummy!
I'm not
a girl... I'm a boy!! Honest... I'm not a girl... I'm not!"
"Shush
Phillipa!" My mother shook her head to silence my protests as she
examined
my hands... She could see the nail varnish very clearly... Her son, her
eleven
year old boy... nails painted... just like a girl. "They've come up
really
well Suzanne... he let you put this on him did he?"
"Uh-huh...
no
trouble at all," Suzanne smiled warmly at me and nodded her head as if
to
tell me that it would all be okay. "That's also why he got a treat Miss
Powell... He let me do his toes too..."
"His
toes as
well hmmmm?" my mother smiled, biting her lip suggestively at me as if
she
were learning the naughty secret that her son was turning into a girl
after
all... But as you know, it wasn't as simple as that... It was careful,
calculated blackmail... I was just too scared to say it...
"I have
to
say that you girls are working remarkably quickly... Looks like
Phillipa is
getting ready to embrace his feminine side after all... hmmmm? Do you
want more
girl time Phillipa?"
"Mummy
no!
I'm a boy! It's just pretend... it was just a game Suzanne was
playing...
wasn't it Suzanne? I don't want to be a girl... mummy stop it! Miss
Suzanne...
please, tell her..."
"If
that's
what you say Phillipa," Suzanne said, offering little in the way of
support. It was that 'tone' that informed whoever was listening that
they shouldn't
believe everything that came out of my mouth.
"Awwww,
look
at him blushing," my mother beamed. "You're a wonderful son
Phillip... but you can dress as a girl any time you like, if that's
what you
want deep down... lots of boys do it... in secret..."
"Mummy, I want to be..." I began,
but was cut off again...
"So
come
on... tell us one good thing that happened today... that was our rule
remember?"
Now I
had to think
of something good that happened in amongst all of the humiliating
antics I was
caught up in. Boys had to stick together in the midst of the Evil
Girls' Empire
garrison that seemed to encapsulate everything in Langton Magna, so the
'good
thing' was a pretty obvious choice.
"Errrm...
it
was good to know that I'm not the only boy in the village... It was
good to
meet Stephanie... I mean Stephen..." I offered quietly, barely able to
look my mother in the eye. The world had changed forever.
<cough>
I
heard from my other side... Suzanne cleared her throat. When I looked
at her, I
saw her raise her eyebrows at me with expectation. I wasn't sure what
she
meant, so I said the next thing that came into my mind...
"And my
bath... mummy..." I whispered shyly. "I enjoyed my bath..."
"Excellent...
two good things in one day... You see dear? Things are getting easier
for you
by the day... Be a good boy, stay out of trouble and you will have a
wonderful
time, I promise. And next time Suzanne comes to give you your bath,
there won't
be any silly protests at the dinner table, hmmm?"
"No
mummy..." I replied, "I promise." I bit my lip and sheepishly
looked down at the floor.
"Then
don't
you think you should apologise to her for saying that she was a 'boy
hater?'
Hmmm?"
I
swallowed hard,
my pride following what little saliva I had in my drying mouth.
Reluctantly, I
looked up at Suzanne ready to apologise. I saw she was still looking
between my
legs... right at my helpless, flaccid little boy-cock. My immature
little
weakness. After a few seconds, she finally looked into my eyes and
feigned half
a smile... I felt like I was under an intense spotlight, about to give
a
performance for a crowd... Her eyes were emotionless... waiting...
'I've
seen your
willy... I've seen your willy,' I heard her voice chanting in my
mind... 'I made
you feel weak too... You know that girls will always be better than
boys... don't you? You don't have to fight it... because you can't stop
it...
Control the penis... control the boy... that's all girls have to do...
It's
just nature's way... I'm so glad I was born a girl... My vagina is
better than your
dumb little penis... My girl
vagina! Vagina...
vagina... VAGINA!'
"I'm
sorry
for what I said earlier... Miss Suzanne," I said contritely, pushing my
thoughts to the back of my mind as best I could. "I realise that you
don't
hate boys like I thought you did... Thank you for giving me my bath...
I'm glad
you decided to think of me and give up your time to come and help me
become a
better boy..." I bit my lip as my apology turned into a series of
little
white lies. Then I played my ace card, hoping that it would work for me
in the
longer term as a resident in Langton Magna... "I'm looking forward to
the
Club meeting tomorrow... I hope we can be friends there..."
"Awww,
thank
you Phillipa," Suzanne beamed, her smile broadening at my apology...
Her
eyes did not convey any warmth of feeling or sincerity however. She was
a
difficult girl to read, except when she was smirking at my bare naked
boy
parts.
"Good
boy
Phillipa! What a lovely apology that was..." my mother praised me.
Quickly
she turned her attention to the girl... "Go on then Suzanne, get his
jim-jam bottoms pulled up. I think he's had enough excitement for
today."
"Hold
still
then Phillipa..." Suzanne said, kneeling down right in front of me, the
hair on her head just inches away from making contact with my cock.
"Good
boy..." Finally, with a meandering of material up my legs and thighs,
Suzanne pulled up my pyjama bottoms... carefully pulling the front of
the
bottoms forward so that it didn't catch on my flaccid little parts.
So, my
modesty was
finally covered... but my embarrassment wasn't quite over. As soon as
my
bottoms were fully up around my waist, Suzanne patted the front of my
PJs,
right on my crotch as though it was some sort of girlish ceremony
performed on
boys. My midriff, including my crotch tightened and flinched with the
touch and
I let out a little gasp of surprise too.
"There...
all
done... And look Miss Powell, you can see how I've painted Phillipa's
toenails
for him... don't they suit him?"
As you
can
imagine, my mother made a renewed fuss about my painted nails, almost
as though
she wanted me to feel awkward. I just wanted to go and find sanctuary
in my
bedroom, but I knew that I would be expected to sit and drink hot
chocolate in
the lounge with my mother and Suzanne next.
And
that's what
happened... all three of us went downstairs and into the lounge where
my mother
served hot chocolate. I sat in an armchair in my boyish pyjamas, while
Suzanne
and my mother sat to my left on the couch, discussing anything and
everything
but me, almost as though I didn't exist. It was the perfect example of
how
females, both girls and women use so many more words than boys and men
in their
conversation. So much more eloquent... sophisticated and engaging.
For my
part, I
sipped my hot chocolate, wishing that Suzanne would hurry up and finish
hers
and leave. Having her in the house was just a never ending reminder of
the Club
and all the various things that had started happening to me since we
had moved
to the village. I tried to watch the television, a program about money
I didn't
really understand, especially since the sound was turned down.
Suddenly...
"Well
thank
you for the hot chocolate Miss Powell," Suzanne said, getting up from
her
position on the sofa.
"You're
very
welcome Suzanne, really," my mother replied with a joyous smile. "Thank
you for taking Phillip under your wing like you have... he will learn a
lot of
valuable things from being a member of the Club with all of you..."
"Well,
a half member," Suzanne smirked,
taking time to look across at me, reminding me of my place.
"Of
course!" my mother grinned. "Okay Phillip, be a gentleman for our
guest and escort Suzanne to the door..."
"Yes
mummy," I replied rather boyishly, instantly humiliating myself as I
stood
up.
"And be
sure
to thank her again nicely for looking after you tonight... She's done a
wonderful job on you this evening..." my mother said.
"Yes...
mother... errrm... mum..."
Once
Suzanne and I
were at the door, I opened it and readied myself to say goodnight, and
the
other things that my mother expected me to say to our guest. Things
that would
become very much routine for me. Before I could say anything, Suzanne
leaned
forward towards me and kissed my forehead again. As you can imagine, I
blushed,
wondering what she was going to do... I never could tell with this
girl.
"Well,
good
night then Phillipa..." Suzanne said, smiling sweetly at me with some
sort
of acceptance of me. I was hopeful that it was a positive step.
"Goodnight
Miss Suzanne," I replied quietly. "Th-thank you for looking after
me..."
"See?
Even
though you're a boy, you're quite good fun to have around... And now
you know I'm
not quite so bad
after all am I?" she grinned with a playful hint of
mischief. I knew deep down that I couldn't trust her. Not after
everything that
she had said, but I didn't feel quite so much on a cliff edge with her
as
previously. Maybe we were meandering towards a mutual understanding of
what
each other represented.
"No
Miss
Suzanne..." I blushed, at a loss to know what more to say. Things could
have gone better, like in that there was no visit, and no bath. But I
also knew
that things could have been a whole lot worse. I could have put up a
fight,
tried to stop her getting to bath me in my own home... yes, I could
have tried.
But where would that have led? No doubt, to much worse things... much
more
humiliating things than had actually happened.
"Good...
But
like every other boy, you're still a pervy bed-wetting wanker though!"
she
giggled quietly. With that, she winked at me with a rueful smile,
turned on her
heels and marched off down the path to head home. "See you tomorrow...
don't be late!" Her mission was complete for the night. And I guess my
mission was too... to get that feeling between my legs.
Closing
the door,
the chiming of the clock in the hallway indicated that it wasn't going
to be
too long before it was my 'summer holiday bed time,' and trying to
avoid any
further humiliation that night by my mother, I told her that I was
going to go
to my room to read for a while before lights out.
"Had a
busy
day, haven't you Phillip?" she asked, rising from the sofa and walking
over to me, ruffling the hair on my head. "The girls have tired you out
hmmmm?"
"Yes
mummy..." I replied shyly, biting my lip. I knew what she meant.
As part
of my
routine, I returned to the bathroom first to brush my teeth. Upon
leaving the
bathroom, I saw my mother waiting at the entrance to my bedroom with a
knowing
look on her face.
"Mummy...
what are you doing there?" I asked.
"Come
on
Phillipa... don't be shy... I want to show you something..." she
replied
with excitement, beckoning me to her with the crook of her finger. With
nervous
curiosity, I went over to her, hoping that he hadn't discovered the
reading
materials I had brought home that would lead to a series of humiliating
questions no doubt...
She
opened the
door to my room and we went inside. When I saw my bed, I let out a gasp
of
shock... I didn't have the words to say anything at first. Lying on top
of the
bed covers, was a light blue summer dress... my size... with little
daisies patterned
all over it.
I
slowly walked
over to my bed, unable to take my eyes off the dress... my legs were
shaking...
my mouth dry... my heart thumping hard inside my chest. With curiosity,
I
reached down and stroked my fingers over the material... soft... like
Stephanie's. Like Stephen's...
"Isn't
it
pretty Phillipa?" my mother beamed. "I've had it a while... waiting
for the day when you would get to wear it..."
I
pulled my hand
away from the dress, reminding myself of the impracticalities of me
wearing a
dress. It just wasn't going to happen. Pink shorts maybe... a girl's
panties
maybe... a girl's halter top or t-shirt maybe... Just for a little
while... But
a dress? No fucking way!
"But
mum! I
can't!" I protested eagerly, stepping away from the bed. "I'm not a
girl... I don't want to feel like a girl... I... I... I'm a boy! I
don't want
to wear a dress... Jesus... I don't even want this shit
on my nails either... I didn't ask for it.. Why won't you believe
me? I want to be a boy 'cos that's what I am... I'm a BOY!"
"Okay
Phillipa... that's enough..." my mother replied testily. "Watch your
language... I didn't bring you up to swear and curse like that...
That's the
fast path to a smacked bottom... do you hear?"
"Yes
mummy..." I replied quietly, angry at myself for making my mother
angry.
That could lead anywhere now, couldn't it? "I'm sorry... I just..."
"It's
not
that I don't believe you honey," my mother began again, picking the
dress
up off the bed and walking over to my wardrobe mirror... "Look here...
come on..." I followed her and stood in front of the mirror as she held
the dress up in front of me... almost as though I was actually wearing
it.
"Ohhhhmygod,"
I gasped, wanting to run away and looking anywhere but in the mirror...
until
my curiosity grabbed my attention... Blushing scarlet, squirming on my
toes, I
looked into the mirror... at my reflection... the dress... my nails...
everything... "Mummy... I..."
"Oh it
suits
you perfectly Phillipa, don't you agree?"
I know
it
shouldn't have, but even I couldn't help but think I was actually
looking back
at a girl standing in front of me. Somehow, the nails... and just the
dress
being held up in front of me made the reflection look... girlish.
'Phillipa...'
I
heard myself say in my thoughts as I stared at my reflection.
'Phillipa, is a
girl... c-cute... No! Shush! You're
a boy! You don't have a vagina! You can't be a girl... never!'
"Mummy...
I..." I didn't know what to say... All I knew was that inside my pyjama
bottoms, my helpless little penis was starting to show some interest in
what
was happening and butterflies were staying up far too late and making
my
insides feel giddy. Girlish clothes... just a dress being held up in
front of
me had the power to emasculate me... to make me feel... girlish... or
at least
diminish my masculinity and what it was to be male... to be a boy.
"It
will be
perfect for you to start wearing to your Club meetings with the other
girls,
won't it? Hmmmm?"
'Oh
shit... she
really means it,' I thought and panicked. I shook my head no, and went
over to
where I had left my 'Club clothes' on the floor in a heap... panties,
halter
top and shorts.
"But
Emma
gave me these to wear," I said, starting to realise that those clothes
just weren't where I had left them. "My... oh gosh... mummy... my panties... Noooo! Mummy, where are the
clothes? The ones that the girls gave me to wear? I have to wear those! Not a dress... mummy!" By
this time, I was starting to get all hot and bothered and it's true to
say that
I was getting a little tearful at where this seemed to be heading. For
all I
knew, I was potentially staring at an appointment with Emma's mother at
the
vets, to be turned into a real girl... in every sense. Taking my
vulnerable
little testicles and my worthless, weakling willy away and replacing it
with
something... 'better...' A
vagina...
"Phillipa,
you left your panties, top and shorts in a heap on the floor... just
like the
boy that you are... So I did what any good mother would do and put them
in the
wash... You can't wear the same panties two days running anyway..."
"But
mummy...
please! I don't want to wear a dress... please don't make me..." I
said,
my voice trailing off into a garbled sob. "I just want to be a boy..."
<sniffle>
"I know
dear... but listen," my mother said with maternal concern, placing the
dress over the back of my desk chair and embracing me in a hug. "To
fully
understand how the world works, you have to look around and see as much
as you
can and experience as much of what it has to offer as you can... what
life has
to offer. In that way, the Club here gives you... a boy... an
opportunity to
learn about why females are superior and why females will one day,
soon, be the
dominant of the two sexes... A world where boys learn to follow the
natural
leadership and authority of girls... and where men too, do the same for
women.
The perfect world in balance..."
<sniffle>
"But in
order
to fully appreciate and understand that, you know... there are rules to
follow
at the Club as you've discovered. To be a boy in a girls' club like
that, well
you have to play by their rules and their standards... and learn to
embrace our
beliefs... To fully understand what it means to be a girl or a woman...
and to
help you understand why females should take the lead role and be
dominant, then
sometimes you need to learn what it's like to be one for a while. Where
better
to start understanding the powers of femininity, than by trying on a
few
clothes once in a while... I'm not trying to turn you into a girl
honey... I'm
just trying to help you on your journey to discovering who you really
are...
what you really, truly believe... and what kind of things you like...
in your
heart and in your mind..."
"You
won't
let them take my... things... <sniffle> You won't let
them cut off my
willy?"
"I'd
never
let anyone do that to you honey..." she soothed me, ruffling the hair
on
my head. "That's not what any of this is about, so don't you even start
worrying about that..."
"But
what about
Stephanie... I mean Stephen... they cut some of his away... the girls
got to
watch too..." <sniffle>
"Well
that's
different isn't it?" she replied earnestly. "Stephen tried to do the
exact opposite of everything that was expected of him and what the
girls, and
his mother told him about in terms of personal hygiene. That was quite
extreme,
but I'm told that he was quite an extreme boy. You're not like that...
You have
nothing to worry about so long as you do the right thing and keep
yourself
clean like any self respecting boy should. Seriously, you have nothing
to worry
about..."
"Promise?"
I blinked, a tear finally cresting my cheek and trickling downward.
"I
promise..."
she smiled in reply, rubbing away my tear with her thumb. "But you have
to
keep doing your bit too... understand?"
"Y-yes
mummy..." I sniffled with relief, feeling like a little bit of air had
been cleared between us. "I want to be a good boy... for you and for
the
girls."
"Well
that's
good Phillip... that's half the battle... the desire to do the right
thing and
be a good boy... The girls will show you how it's meant to be... and
you'll be
all the better for it... Good behaviour is always rewarded at the
Club... isn't
it?"
"Yes
mummy..."
"And
you like
being rewarded don't you? You like being treated... like Emma did last
night...
and Suzanne tonight? Hmmmm?"
"Yes
mummy..." I replied again, my voice a hushed whisper. I felt the muscle
at
the base of my penis flex.
"You'll
be a much
better boy... I promise... And later on, a much better man at the end
of it,
ready for when you marry your sweetheart and live to honour and obey
her...
Emma... Suzanne... who knows... even Stephanie..."
"No
way, he's
a boy too! And you know it... I can't marry him!" I gasped in shock,
recalling the kisses I shared with him earlier when I thought he was a
girl...
And the holding of his circumcised boy parts... pointing out the scar
that
identified him as a rejected girl... just like all of us boys were.
"Phillipa...
you can marry who you like... in your heart... You can be a boy... you
can be a
girl... whatever you want to be... you can love girls... you can love
boys...
you can even love both at the same time..."
"Well
I'm a
boy... and it's Emma I like..." I confessed, squeezing my mother tight.
"And
she's a girl!"
"And I
know
she likes you a lot too honey," my mother replied with a knowing
giggle,
holding me tight in return.
"So,
after
your other clothes are all clean and dry, you have the choice to attend
Club in
either... the shorts and halter top, or this dress," my mother
summarised
for me. "It's good to have different outfits... sooner or later the
clothes get dirty and unless you go naked, you'll want a different
outfit to
wear for your girl time, won't you? Listen, you'll have a nice range of
clothes
in no time... Just like a real girl..."
"J-just
pretend... right?" I responded, checking and double checking, my mind
still very confused about everything. "Just for Club?"
"Uh-huh..."
she confirmed, drawing back my bed covers and ushering me in. "If
that's
what you want... It's all so new to you right now Phillipa... But
you'll see
just how wonderful it is for a boy to be free, and part of the Club...
You'll
soon relax and enjoy your girl time... at the Club or anywhere else you
choose... even if it's just 'pretend'
as you call it now. I know you're a boy, of course I do... And you'll
always be
my cute and handsome little boy... But I've seen it so many times...
sometimes
boys want to be girls, even just for a little bit... It's good to try
being a
girl sometimes... You don't have to be scared Phillipa... I know you
like it,
really... or you wouldn't have let them give you the clothes to wear,
much less
wear them, and of course paint your nails."
"But
mummy..." I began to protest... Even after everything that had been
said,
my mother still made it seem as though I had a choice... even at the
Club... As
though I had some say in how boys were viewed, and how they were
treated by the
girls. But of course, I was interrupted before I could mount a defence.
She
leaned in to kiss me goodnight...
"Shhhh...
you
don't have to fight it Phillipa... Goodnight..." she whispered.
"G-goodnight
mummy..." I replied softly, watching her put my 'girl dress' away
inside
my wardrobe, folding and hanging it up on the rail inside.
"I'll
expect
you to look after your girl things a lot better from now on Phillipa...
or
maybe when the girls come to give you your bath, you'll need to be
spanked
too..."
"Nooo!
Please
mummy... I'll be good," I insisted quickly and blushed. "I'll look
after them..."
"Good
boy..."
Finally, my mother reached into my underwear drawer and pulled out a
pair of
clean panties for me to wear the next day... A pair of simple white
panties,
with pink hemmed stitching around the waistband and leg holes. "Lights
out
in half an hour... no more..." With a final smile, and another
'goodnight'
between us, she left my room and I was alone again with my thoughts,
fears and
reminiscences.
I snuck
out of bed
and reached into my backpack and pulled out the magazine and the
scrapbook I
was given... The magazine was called 'Vorherrschaft...' ('Supremacy' in
German). It was a different copy of a magazine with the same title I
had viewed
in the hut earlier that day...
As I
flicked
through the pages, I saw lots of similar themed scenes where boys
seemed to gradually
undress to be on display for one or more girls... or where the girls
were
pictured in ways that made it look like the boy was being forcibly
stripped by
them. Every picture set seemed to result in the boys being humiliated,
teased
and sometimes punished by girls who were always fully clothed.
There
were scenes
in run-down looking playgrounds, where boys (quite a bit younger than
me) would
be using the play equipment in the nude, with everything on show, all
seen
eventually in close up detail from the front and the rear. Bare naked
boys... surrounded
by clothed girls... smiling, pointing, smirking, giggling girls...
touching the
boys... making them pose.
Other
sets
included three naked boys (around my age I guess) having lost a card
game
against three clothed girls in the garage of a house. I assumed it was
strip
poker given the layout of the cards on the game table. The final
sequences
showed the three boys lined up alongside each other in a row...
kneeling down
on the floor in what I knew to be in 'sit' position... One of the
girls, maybe
twelve or thirteen years old pointed to each boy in turn while the
other girls
smirked... When a boy was selected by the girl, the pictures showed him
masturbating... Boys faces crimson with shame... Girls faces bright
with gleeful
victory, and superiority.
At that
point, I
pulled my pyjama bottoms down to my knees and began fondling my own
erection...
I couldn't help it... It was stiff as a board and demanding my
attention. I
felt sorry for the boys in the picture sequences depicted in the
magazine...
but I was aroused too... and I kind of started to feel a little
jealous...
almost wanting to be in the scenes with them...
There
were more
photosets where the girls were seen to be spanking naked boys, either
with a
hand, a table tennis paddle or a slipper. Sometimes there were multiple
girls
tackling the same boy, sexually touching him, laughing and pointing at
him
between the legs. It all seemed to come down to the fact that the boy,
or boys
had a penis, while the girls didn't. And the girls were superior
because of
that.
It was
all very
embarrassing, but sexually exciting too. I could feel how warm I was
around the
face as my blushes seared my cheeks. My heart beating fast, my penis
wavering
from erection to flaccidness and back to erection again as I fondled
myself a
while, then let it all die down again before starting to fondle once
more...
As much
as I liked
Emma, I was finding that most of the girls in the pictures were very
pretty...
some younger, some my age and some a couple of years older at a guess.
All
getting their chance to be see naked boys... to touch them and dominate
them. I
imagined obeying every single one of those girls... imagining what it
would
feel like to have them all see me naked... to make me do things... and
to play
with me like the girls in the Club all seemed to do... I wanted it... I
was
beginning to realise just how much I wanted it... so long as I got to
feel
good.
With
feelings of
guilt and shame, of being boy and (secretly) wanting the girls to do
things to
me, I pressed my knees together to try and hide it. Boyishly, I was
embarrassed
that even the girls in the magazine could see my penis... The power of
imagination and fantasy... I couldn't deny how excited I was by it all.
Conscious
of time
before 'lights out,' I then looked at the scrapbook quickly... It
related to a
boy called Jonathan and was titled 'Jonathan - 1983 Volume 2.' I
flicked
through the pages, aware that I would have to make time to read it
another
night. Most of it was written by Caroline, her first year in the
Club...
Jonathan was fourteen at the time of this Volume...
The
main thing I
noticed in the brief time I looked through the pages that night was
that he had
a bigger penis than me (well, he was three years older), and he was
also an
'ejaculator.' He could orgasm properly, or 'cum like a man' was the
description
used. I saw drawings and doodles and all the different charts for the
boy. He
was a bit like me, trying to be clean all the time.
His
girl name was
'Joan...' Quite old fashioned even then I thought, reading it in 1986.
Caroline
had written an entry about the first time she had been allowed to
masturbate
him... She knew already that he was going to 'shoot' for her, but this
was her
first time to make it happen to any boy. First, she detailed how 'Joan'
was put
into 'playtime' position and had what little pubic hair he had removed
in a
'shaving ceremony.'
Once he
was
'clean' of the shaving foam, Caroline wrote about how she masturbated
him...
and how thrilled she was that she had made a boy shoot stuff from his
penis.
She was eleven at the time. His cumming catchphrase was 'girls are
naturally
superior...'
During
the quick
leaf through the pages of that scrapbook for the first time, I had
continued to
subconsciously masturbate myself... diddling... stopping, then diddling
again... These days, it's called 'edging...' Making yourself stop
before a
climax happens. But as I read Jonathan's words, 'girls are naturally
superior,'
I suddenly climaxed, catching me by surprise. Yet another dry-cum on my
behalf... as I read Caroline's description of her subject's
ejaculation, all
caused by her. Making him feel week between the legs... seeing him
'lose to a
girl...'
"Ohhhh...
boys are weaker than girls..." I grunted with a series of gasps,
repeating
it a couple of times as I orgasmed, flopping my head back firmly onto
my pillow
as I rode the sensation. The feelings of sexual completion, now
becoming entrenched
in my mind as something I needed lots of, and reminded me of how weak I
was as
a boy compared with a girl. How females were the superior sex. And of
course,
that time, I had defeated myself hadn't I?
With
the fog of
post orgasmic bliss beginning to clear, I let out a deep breath and
pretended
to be Suzanne as I said,
"That's
right... Boys are much weaker... because YOU
have a penis... I'm so glad I'm a girl... It's better to be a girl...
You know
that girls will always be the superior sex... don't you?"
"Lights
out
now Phillipa," I heard from outside my bedroom door, a creak of the
floorboard letting me know that my mother was there... outside my
room...
having listened to my humiliating admissions... I heard her giggle
resonating
in my shattered mind as her footsteps receded down the stairs.
'Oh
god...
nooooo!' I called out in my mind... How could I have been so stupid?
Again...
--
Phillip White will
return in Part 6 of The Village - A Perverted Picnic.
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