The Village 6A

By TCP

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Copyright 2017 by TCP, all rights reserved

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The Village -
By TCP
© 2017 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.
 
As with all TCP stories, for your maximum viewing pleasure, the optimal display of text is 'Times New Roman, size 12 and magnified to 150%.'
 
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The sixth chapter of Phillip's story as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna begins... Phillip and Stephen are about to experience a day like no other... a day they will never forget at the girls' perverted picnic...  
 
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 6 - A Perverted Picnic...
 
Saturday...
The world around me had shifted beyond my comprehension in just a few long (very long) days in my new home. The cottage I had moved to with my mother in Langton Magna, that lovely, curious sounding name of a curious village... on the surface appeared to be quite unassuming. Unassuming until you scratched beneath the surface... A village where females were the unquestionable rulers... practitioners and teachers of female superiority and dominance. Girl, woman, it made no difference. Girls ruled, and boys obeyed.
 
I knew from my boyhood research that 18th August 1940 was 'the hardest day' in the Battle of Britain, the Spitfires and Hurricanes trying so hard to stave off the waves of attacks by the German Luftwaffe. As I lay in bed, dreaming, I had no idea that I was about to endure my very own 'hardest day...' My situation was not the Battle Of Britain of course... Instead, my situation was another childish instalment of the battle of the sexes... myself and Stephen against the girls.
 
Instead of an aerial battle of the sexes involving blue planes against pink ones, my dream was purely a ground offensive... a forest... Langton Magna forest... Two of us in the Boys' Rebel Alliance, trying to work together to outwit and outperform the Girls' Evil Empire. Impossible odds... and an impossible task. Stephen and I, in just our pink, girlish underpants being chased through the forest by the girls... giggling, taunting Stormtrooper girls.
 
<thud... thud... thud...> I could hear their booted footfall from behind us... chasing us down in what seemed like slow motion, with their playfully intimidating girlish giggling.
 
'There are too many of them Phillip... what are we going to do?' Stephen called out to me as we ran in equal slow motion through the woods, leaping over fallen logs and clearing a path through the ferns with our flailing arms.
 
'Keep running!!' I replied, tiredness and fatigue in my voice. It felt like we had been running forever, and I felt short of breath. 'We have to make the rendezvous with the droids and call re-enforcements or we're done for... We can't afford to get captured... not again... Every single boy in the Galaxy is counting on us... We have to prove that we're not the weaker sex...'
 
'Oh god... the girls are insane!' Stephen panicked, holding his hand up to his mouth and began to speak as though he were talking into a Star Wars com-link. Of course, being just a dream, he wasn't actually holding a real com-link. 'R2... R2... come in...' he said, talking into the black, balled up sock in his hand.
 
'Beeep-blip-beeeep...' I heard the instant and urgent response from our trusty droid sounding out from the imaginary com-link.
 
'Help us R2-D2, you're our only hope... Send help... Phillip and I are in trouble... Send a transport to the evacuation point right away... We need more boys... The girls are coming for us... they're going to get us! Please R2!!' Stephen pleaded. 'You're our only hope...'
 
'Beeep-bop-bop...' the droid replied, presumably with a 'yes sir' response. I hoped that was what it was anyway. And we continued to run... feeling as though we were running through a muddy swamp... our feet slowing down, sinking into the treacly mud.
 
<thud-thud-thud> I could hear from behind us still, the girl shaped Stormtroopers still chasing us down.
 
Suddenly...
 
'FREEZE!' a Stormtrooper, with pink armour, stood in front of Stephen and I, her appearance bringing us to a shocked standstill. The 'mud' was seemingly swallowing our feet and holding us still by the ankles. This Stormtrooper was a little bigger and more rotund than the others I had so far seen in this dream. She was holding what looked like a pink water pistol and it was aiming right at Stephen's crotch.
 
'Hold it right there, boys...' the other, slimmer, slightly smaller looking Stormtrooper next to her added with a tone of mocking superiority. She also touted a pink water pistol, and that one was aiming at me... right at my pantied privates.
 
And in no time at all, the other Stormtroopers who had been chasing both of us boys had finally caught up with us and we were properly surrounded, quiet girlish giggling continuing under their distinctive helmets, pink water pistols aimed directly at us.
 
'I have a bad feeling about this,' I uttered, cupping my hands over the front of my panties.
 
'H-how did you get in front of us s-so quickly?' Stephen said, his voice crackling with fear.
 
'Because we're girls...' the big Stormtrooper giggled, taking time to remove her helmet. Although I had kind of already guessed who it was, I let out a brief, dramatic gasp as Caroline revealed herself to us. The leader of the Girls' Evil Empire in Langton Magna. Caroline The Hutt...
 
'And girls can do anything, better than boys can...' the other, shorter, younger Stormtrooper added, taking off her helmet and revealing herself to be Suzanne. On cue, all the other Stormtrooper girls removed their helmets too, the full 'cast of characters' from the Langton Magna Girls Club surrounding both Stephen and I. Now he covered the front of his panties too.
 
Emma moved from our side to go and stand next to Caroline...
 
'Emma... please, let us go!' I begged weakly, feeling so vulnerable standing there in front of all of those Stormtrooper girls in just my pink panties.
 
'Shhhh... you don't have to fight it Phillipa...' Emma whispered, her face a picture of preteen beauty, willing me to do the right thing... which to her was for us boys to give in and surrender our masculinity and willingly, freely serve girls as our natural superiors.
 
'There's no more escaping for you today,' Caroline insisted, addressing us both. 'You've been very naughty little boys indeed...'
 
'Naughty, bed-wetting wankers!' Suzanne added sharply. <giggle> The other girls found young Suzanne's comments of much amusement.
 
'Indeed Suzanne,' her older sister continued. 'When we get you back to our base, you'll both be severely punished with the slipper for your misbehaviour and your little uprising today... Suzanne, list their crimes please...'
 
'Well... first of course was their refusal to negotiate the total surrender of the Boys' Rebel Alliance, even after learning so much from the Big Book Of Boy Secrets...' Suzanne began testily, adopting the role of the Court Prosecutor. 'Then, when we were discussing GIRL business, Phillipa and Stephanie stole two pairs of pink panties and tried to disguise themselves as girls to confuse the guards when making their escape. They very nearly got away with it because of their nail varnish <giggle>...'
 
At that, both Stephanie and I looked at our fingernails and recalled the horror of having such girlish nail-paint applied to our digits. Quickly, our hands moved back to the front of our panties as we listened to our ongoing list of sins...
 
'And of course, the biggest crime of all, trying to escape from the supreme custody of the Girls' Empire... So adding all of that together, Phillipa and Stephanie should have their panties taken down, and make themselves all stiff and hard right here and now in front of us... Then back at base, they'll be slippered for their terrible crimes against the Girls' Empire... Finally, to ensure the total surrender of the Boys' Rebel Alliance, the boys should be subjected to repeated 'milking' for our enjoyment...'
 
'Wh-what?' I stammered in dramatised shock... I was acting now, 'safe' inside my dream. 'You can't... we won't surrender! You're just being horrible and mean... Boys are better than girls... you'll see...'
 
'Don't fight it Phillipa...' Emma insisted quietly, my voice of reason. 'You can't win...'
 
'Oh you fight as much as you like,' Caroline sneered and confidently smirked at our feistiness in the face of certain defeat. 'It's fun to break boys like you down and get them to face the truth and admit it in front of all the girls...'
 
Then, even more suddenly... a ghostly figure appeared in the dream, just to the side of Caroline and Suzanne... a hooded figure, like a projection. Evil looking... twisted... but important.
 
'Miss Caroline,' the ghostly, shrouded apparition spoke gravely... a familiar voice... holding a slipper... the one from Sunday School. Miss Bingley, it was her voice. I couldn't really see her face as it was shrouded by the hood of her cloak, like Emperor Palpatine, only female... What I could see were the extremities of her features, wrinkled and furrowed, twisted by the insidious nastiness of the Dark Side of the Force. 'How is your mission to capture the escaped boy rebels progressing?'
 
'Ahem... very well... Madam Emperor...' Caroline spoke contritely, with a hint of respectful submissiveness. 'We gave chase and used our superior tactics to capture them... We're about to take them back to our base for... interrogation and punishment...' As she said the last three words, she turned to look at both Stephen and I with a grin of victory.
 
'Gooooood.... gooood... everything is proceeding as I had foreseen...' the Emperor hissed as she rubbed her hands together. 'As you know, their penises will be their undoing... Control their little boy worms, and you'll easily conquer the entire Boys' Rebel Alliance... See to it personally... and females will rule the Galaxy...'
 
'Yes Madam Emperor...' Caroline replied. The Force apparition of the Emperor evaporated in a wispy, steamy mist. I gulped... Stephen gulped... 'So you see boys... girls are in charge... you're outnumbered AND outclassed... You really don't need to fight us... it would be so much easier for you if you just agreed to obey like all boys should... But it'll be soooo much fun for us girls to feel you weaken as we wank you, and wank you, and WANK you, over and over until your willies fall off, or you agree the total surrender of the Boy's Rebel Alliance... Whichever happens sooner.' Caroline beamed with glee at the horror stricken faces worn by Stephen and I as our fate was discussed.
 
'We're quite prepared to use the torture weapon on you too...' Suzanne added mirthfully, her face as gleeful and triumphant as her older sister's.
 
'T-torture weapon?' Stephen and I gasped in unison.
 
'Oh yes...' she giggled wickedly. 'Bzzzzzz... bzzzzzz... bzzzzz... you remember the special toy, don't you? Vibrating away right against the tip of your willies! Orgasm after orgasm, like a girl... until you admit the unconditional supremacy of girls and confirm that the Boy's Rebel Alliance will join the Girls' Empire as our slaves... our nudie boy slaves!' Giggling from the other girls surrounded us... even Emma, my love, smirked.
 
In my dream, my penis was stiffening within my panties as the details of our fate and our treatment were revealed by the girls. Caroline spoke again...
 
'Okay, Natasha... Emma... prepare the boys for transport back to our base...' On command, Natasha Billington stepped forward and in front of Stephen, while Emma stood in front of me... 'Be sure to... weaken them first...'
 
'What if they've called for reinforcements?' Suzanne asked cautiously.
 
'By the time any rebel reinforcements arrive, their two boy leaders here will already have been conquered into submission by the Girls' Empire. It won't be difficult to overcome all the other boys and make them all our nudie slaves... There'll be no-one to stop us, this time... Come on girls... do it.'
 
'Hands on your head, Fly-Boy,' Emma said softly to me. I heard the other girl speak to Stephen next to me with the same instruction, but without the pet name. Reluctantly, and with a knowing resignation, we both removed the hands covering the front of our pink panties and rested them heavily on top of our heads... We were surrendering to the girls, hoping that R2-D2 would be able to save us... Phase one of our punishment was about to begin...
 
I saw Emma look at the little bulge forming at the front of my panties as my penis continued to stiffen in anticipation of what was about to happen... She pursed her lips and tried hard to avoid smiling with such obvious glee at my condition. Without speaking, Emma seemed to use the Force to speak to me... 'We don't want to hurt you Phillipa... You don't have to fight us... just join us... obey us... let us help you feel good... The Force will be with you...'
 
'Girls... strip them...' Caroline instructed her protégés with sincerity and without emotion. Before either Stephen or I could recoil or protest, Emma and Natasha knelt down in front of us and put their fingers into the sides of the waistbands of our pink panties... ready to pull them down... Two boys in pink panties, about to be bared in front of all the girls. I took a deep breath and clenched my buttocks, closing my eyes...
 
'Make sure you keep your eyes open Phillipa...' Caroline instructed... 'You too Stephanie... Always watch what the GIRL does to you...' Scared at what I would see and feel, even more scared of the consequences of keeping my eyes closed, I obeyed...
 
'Off <clap>... Off <clap>... Off <clap>...' Suzanne began to chant, immediately joined by the other girls surrounding us. 'Off <clap>... Off <clap>... Off <clap>...'
 
And then I felt the tell-tale tug downward beginning... It didn't take long... as the girlish chanting around us continued, the panties were pulled further and further down... Two hairless little erections sprung free, right before the eager eyes of the girl Stormtroopers. One circumcised, the other still as nature intended... but both saluting the respective girls that were baring us... rendering us naked. Their nudie slave boys again...
 
'We can see your willies... we can see your willies...' Suzanne chuckled, changing the chant to a more sing-song rhyme, equally enjoyed by the other watching girls from the Club...
 
'Nnnnngghghh...' I grunted, feeling the blush of scarlet in my cheeks as my stiff yet modest boyhood bobbed freely in the forest air for all the girls to see. The panties were quickly drawn down my thighs, and legs, to the quagmire encasing my ankles. Somehow, the girls didn't seem to sink into the mud like Stephen and I did in the dream.
 
'Pleeeasse!' Stephen sobbed. 'Stop looking... don't look at my thing... please!'
 
'Emma, stop... please!' I whined with humiliation. 'Don't look at my willy... please... it's not fair...' But as she let go of the panties that were now down around my ankles, she looked up into my eyes with a smile of satisfaction, her beautiful eyes sparkling with victory before her attention returned to my newly denuded boy parts... My erection bobbed in front of her as my muscle flinched.
 
'It's just your little penis Phillipa... it's nothing special...' Emma replied softly, as though she were addressing a much younger boy. She was enjoying my inner turmoil... Seeing the feelings of shame on my face on account of my full nudity... my bare naked boy parts humiliating me in front of her the most... And yet those immature boy genitals so stiffly erect in front of her... confirming my excitement... 'I'm a girl... I'm allowed to look...' she smiled sweetly again into my eyes, then gazed back to my penis. It was embarrassing to watch her looking at me, down there... To recognise and understand the look of superiority and enjoyment on her face... This was natural for her... 'All girls are allowed...'
 
'By looking at your willy Stephanie,' Natasha joined in... 'Especially yours! It reminds every girl just how lucky they are, that they weren't born as boys...'
 
It was a humiliating dream in the extreme... There were so many things I wanted to say and do in my dream to try and make things fairer... to make things right. But I couldn't... I wasn't in control of my dream, any more than I was in control of my life right then. My fingers that were interlaced on top of my head tightened as I rode out the sensations of having my panties pulled down and then verbally teased by the girl Stormtroopers of the Evil Girls' Empire, Langton Magna branch. I had to endure it while they stared, pointed and giggled at us two naked boys... stared at our penises... giggling at our stiff little weaknesses.
 
'Okay girls,' Caroline began to announce with confident authority. 'Weaken them, and restrain them ready for transport back to base...' With that, I saw both Emma and Natasha remove something from their utility belts... two pink shoelaces tied end to end together, a 'double-length' lace belonging to each girl...
 
'Wh-what are they?' I asked nervously, my blushes never ending.
 
'These are your leashes... to stop you escaping again...' Emma smiled at me as she spoke softly. As if I were in a position to run with the treacly mud around my ankles. She saw my confusion and continued... 'It fits snugly around your willy and ball bag, like a dog lead... One hard tug, and boom... you might turn into a real girl! So you had better obey...'
 
'But... that's... cruel...'
 
'Maybe... but I have to weaken you first... so hold still...' Emma interrupted me with a wave of her hand. Satisfied that I was paying attention, she put her hand around the shaft of my erection... It felt so real in my dream... It tingled magically at her touch, like I was feeling the Force flowing from within her and into me... Warm, firm, yet caring for what she was doing.
 
Alongside me, Natasha spat into the palm of her hand before wrapping it around Stephen's penis... Both he and I gulped again... The girls were going to 'weaken' us... apparently by jerking us off. We were going to be 'dry-milked...' right there in the middle of the forest while the other girls watched...
 
'Noooooo! Ngghhhhhhh...' I whimpered as much as the other boy as the girls began to masturbate us quickly... 'Stop... pleeeease Emma... not like this... Mmmmm... oh gosh, no...'
 
'STOP IT!' I heard Stephen protest sharply, unable to move away from his captor any more than I could. 'Leave it alone... Noooooo! Don't touch me... stop it... Nnnngghgh! Please! Okay, okay, just stop it... I submit... I'll obey girls... forever... we all will...'
 
'Miss Emma, Miss Caroline,' I gasped weakly feeling the advance of an orgasm just a few seconds away. 'We surrender... the Boys' Rebel Alliance will surrender... all of us <gasp> We'll obey you... forever... <gasp> Mmmmmm... gosh... it tingles... Please stop... not here... Girls... rule... the Galaxy... I admit it... please <gasp>... Girls rule the Galaxy... because... Ohhh god... <gasp> girls are better than boys...'
 
'Mmmm, good boy...' Emma soothed me as my hips began to shake, my climax starting to surge. 'Girls will always be better than boys... good boy...' <giggle>
 
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"Nnnnnnnoooooo!" I murmured in my sleep as my dream was coming an end... "Girls are better than boys... I admit it... I'm a good boy... Miss Emma... <gasp>." I was climaxing in my sleep... dry-cumming... shaming myself and my gender in my dreams... Obeying a girl by holding still as she wanked me off in front of her friends... "Girls will always be better than boys... Mmmmmm.... Ohhhhh.... Mmmmmm..."
 
The precious little tingly spasms of my dry-orgasm continued, focussing on the glans of my cock... My dream faded... replaced by darkness from the eyelids covering my pupils. I was awakening...
 
"BOYS ARE WEAKER THAN GIRLS!" I suddenly called out loud as my eyes flicked open into the morning light filtering between the curtains of my bedroom. I was panting, breathing heavily and feeling the receding sensations of preteen orgasm between my legs... my hand pressed firmly into my crotch... right against my sensitive little penis. It was terrifying, but felt so dreamily wonderful at the same time.
 
"Oh gosh... boys are weaker than girls," I repeated with an embarrassed whisper, finally letting my hand free from my crotch. "Thank god... it was just a dream... just a stupid dream!"
 
Laying back on my bed, under the bedclothes, I slowly began to gather my senses. I was relieved that it was just a dream and that the I hadn't really taken part in a new episode of the Star Wars saga. I was pleasantly surprised by the feelings I had experienced between my legs as I was waking up. I knew from the girls' teachings that if I had been developed enough to shoot sperm, I would have had a very messy pair of pyjamas to try and explain. I was kind of thankful that I was still 'just a little boy' in that department. I wondered briefly how other, older and more developed boys coped with that kind of bodily crisis. 'Bed wetting wankers...' I thought, imagining the giggling face of Suzanne taunting me about the key weakness of pubescent boys.
 
As my mind cleared and my body relaxed, I began to worry about what I had called out not only just then when waking up, but with the climax I experienced before I went to bed... when I just knew that my mother had been listening at the door...
 
'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?' I remembered saying, even pretending to speak like Suzanne. And then that made me think of the bath that Suzanne had given me... another exciting, but no less humiliating ordeal.
 
'Lights out now Phillipa,' I heard my mother say in my mind. I remembered that she was listening to me at my door... hearing me say all sorts of humiliating things to myself because I was now believing it all to be true. I remembered her giggling from behind the door... the creak of the floorboard confirming her presence there... What had I done? How would I explain that to her? Talking like a superior girl, mimicking a girl's voice while humiliating myself. And that from a boy who was insistent that he didn't want to be a girl or wear girlish things.
 
"Fuck..." I whispered... and then giggled at the whole irony of it. How it must have looked. It couldn't really get any more humiliating for me than it already was. All I could do was shrug and giggle over it. 'You obey girls now... so what the heck?'
 
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After getting out of bed, I checked the clock and it was still quite early, around half past seven. My mother was obviously having a lie in, because I couldn't hear her rummaging around in the distance like I sometimes could. And it was too early for her to have gone out on a Saturday. So I went downstairs to the kitchen to fix myself some cereal. When I went for the milk and some orange juice to drink, I saw a note attached to the fridge with a magnet...
 
'Phillipa...
Mummy is having a lie in this morning...
Be a dear and bring me a glass of orange juice, and
a bowl of corn flakes with just a single spoon of sugar,
and surrounded by a moat of milk...
 
Thank-you sweetheart...
Mummy xxx'
 
I blushed scarlet at the note... the use of my 'girl name' and her use of the word 'mummy.' It was embarrassing of course and I guess the first time my mother had asked me to do anything like household chores apart from on Mothers Day or her birthday. I didn't know if this was a test of obedience, a show of force or whatever. But I knew I was a good boy... so I prepared her breakfast as ordered on the note, put it all on a tray and made my way upstairs.
 
I knocked on the door timidly and received no answer... I knocked again more robustly and heard her say,
 
"Come in..."
 
I acted on the invitation to go in and cautiously entered my mother's bedroom with the tray. It smelled of feminine freshness... flowery and clean like the bubble bath or the talcum powder. I made my way over to the bed...
 
"Mmmmmm, good morning Phillipa..." my mother yawned and stretched out on the bed under the bed covers. "What time is it?"
 
"It's errm... about ten to eight now mummy..." I replied a little bashful.
 
"Good grief... did you wet the bed?"
 
"No mummy... I... errrm..."
 
"Then why so early? What's got you up and about so early on a Saturday, hmmm? Are you sure you didn't have a little accident in your bed? Hmmm?"
 
"NO mummy," I gasped with embarrassment, my face instantly burning crimson... "I didn't wet the bed! I'm a big boy now..."
 
"Ohhhh... a big boy hmmm? In that case, did you have a sticky little... boy's only accident instead? Hmmmm? Is that it? Is my big little boy starting to turn into a young man now?" my mother continued to tease me, visibly delighted to see how embarrassed I was to talk about this kind of stuff with her.
 
"No mummy, shush, please! It's not like that... honest... I didn't wet the bed, I promise... And not like that either!" I stammered defensively as I approached the bed more closely now, right next to her, holding the tray out front with both hands... "I br-brought you your breakfast like you asked..."
 
"So there's no sticky little mess in your pyjamas then this morning, no?" she continued to tease me. I was about to offer a further noisy protest to stop her teasing me when she suddenly reached out from the bed and grabbed at the material of my pyjama bottoms at my thighs and pulled them downward...
 
WHOOSH... down they went, right to my knees, leaving me bare naked from the waist down to my knees in front of my mother as she stared at me... All the while, I held the tray shakily out in front of me, powerless to cover my modesty.
 
"Mummy, no! What are you doing?" I whimpered shyly. "Don't... don't look at my w-w-wi... My th-thing..."
 
"Ohhhh, don't be so modest... I'm your mother... you've nothing down there I haven't seen before or that you need to be ashamed of..." she giggled at my obvious ongoing shyness. "As the girls have no doubt already confirmed to you, penises are nothing special... What I'm actually looking at is the crotch area of your pyjama bottoms..." With that, she leaned over the side of the bed further and looked down into the insides of my pyjama bottoms.
 
"Mummy... please... I told you... I'm dry... honest..." I blushed further.
 
"Hmmmm... so it seems... But I wanted to make sure... I mean, it's a very important moment for a boy when he starts to make semen in his little testicles... It gets very messy for boys let me tell you... all sorts of tell-tale little silvery stains start appearing in a boys' underpants... boxer shorts... on the bed sheets and inside pyjamas too... And after all the noise you were making last night and again this morning, I was just wondering if..."
 
"If... what?" I asked timidly, wishing she would get on with things quickly and allow me to pull my pyjama bottoms up.
 
"If you'd finally, started... that's all..." my mother replied with a grin. In the uneasy silence that followed, I shifted from foot to foot as I still held the tray out in front of me, wondering when she was going to take it from me... To my further shame, the pyjama bottoms slipped from my knees and down to my ankles. That made her giggle.
 
"Mummy... stop it!" I said, insistently holding the tray further out in front, hinting to her that she should take the tray. "It's private... secret... I'm never telling anyone about it when it starts... y-you know... leaking that... stuff..." My voice trailed off with timid humiliation.
 
"Oh look at you... you look so precious there... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to embarrass you like that sweetheart... My handsome little boy, so embarrassed to talk about his little willy... But listen... if it's really that private to you... then you should try to make less noise when you do it... okay? I know it's perfectly natural for boys to play with their willy to help themselves feel good. And I know that boys think of things when they do it... and say things too... to help them feel even better when they climax... But you should think carefully about how loud you say the things you do when you feel good down there... Especially if you don't want mummy to know... Okay poppet?"
 
I nodded bashfully, fully understanding what my mother meant... She didn't need to know when I was masturbating or calling out my catchphrases or acting out other 'girls rule' scenarios with my toys.
 
"Good boy... That kind of stuff is between you and the girls... unless you really want mummy teasing you about it..." With that, she finally took the tray. "Go on... pull them up..." I quickly bent down to pull up my pyjama bottoms, feeling relieved. As I was wriggling them back up my thighs and into place to cover my genitals, my mother finally said, "And when you do start to shoot... the girls will love you even more... You'll see... It won't just be your secret for long... <giggle>"
 
As quick as I could, I left the bedroom, hearing my mother's playful giggling behind me as I scurried out like a timid little humiliated mouse.
 
After my breakfast, I went back upstairs, did all of my boy-business and took a quick, but thorough bath, preparing myself for the activities of the day, whatever they may be. There was no way I way I was going to fail inspection... not this time. Not ever again! I checked, examined, cleaned and checked over again, all the places that the girls would need to inspect as part of the Club meeting. I even squatted down in the bath and used the make up mirror to check and probe my bottom... I was sparkling clean again, ready for action.
 
'There...' I mused in my mind as I rinsed my hands... 'I'm as clean as a girl...' It felt good to be clean. I kind of felt proud to be clean... able to follow the example set by the girls. 'Girls are better than boys...'
 
Once I was dry, I put my pyjamas into the laundry basket and then cupped my hands over my privates to scurry back to my bedroom. I felt so foolish and nervous I guess at the prospect of the day's events. In my haste, I hadn't taken any clothes with me to get dressed.
 
Once inside my bedroom, I closed the door snugly in it's frame and tip-toed around, anxious to minimise the noise of my activities that might or might not arouse the suspicion of my breakfasting mother next door. First off, I picked up the girl panties that my mother had left out for me the night before when she had wished me 'good night.' The simple, white panties with the pink stitching around the waistband, and around the leg holes with a dark pink bow at the front above the crotch.
 
'Oh god...' I thought, deep inside hoping for some divine intervention. Sadly for me, there wasn't any, and instead, I nervously coped with the divine feeling of the material between my fingers as I examined them... daring myself to put them on. I couldn't go to Club without wearing panties... lest I face the consequences of disobedience. 'Why do girls' panties feel so different?'
 
I opened the soft, cotton panties out in my hands and began to step into them, feeling my face flush a little at the thought of me being a boy, once more stepping into my 'girl time' disguise... stepping into MY panties. With what must have looked to an outsider as a very effeminate shimmy, I pulled the panties up over my kneecaps, up my thighs and snugly into place over my buttocks to the rear. Reaching round to the front, I encouraged the panty material as high as it would go over my penis and testicles. The waistband however would not reach any higher on my front than about half way down my hairless pubis. It left me feeling kind of half-exposed as I saw the bulge made at the front by the offending little boy appendages.
 
Curious, I walked over to my wardrobe and opened the door so I could see myself in the mirror again... I stood there, a rather less than convincing boy as I observed my reflection and pouted a little, swaying my hips from one side to the other. I swallowed and felt my face flush even harder. I would have made a very convincing ten year old girl, except for the boyish bulge in my panties.
 
'Phillipa... is a girl...' I thought and then blinked myself to realisation of the spell I had briefly succumbed to. As quick as I had started to look at myself in the mirror, I shyly turned away and continued to gather the things I needed for the day.
 
Knowing that I had a meeting first with Stephen in the woods before Club time, I didn't want to wear my dress and risk getting it dirty. Apart from making me feel silly if I was playing with another boy in the woods like we had agreed dressed like that, I wanted to hold off wearing it for as long as I needed to. So I resolved to wear boy clothes first, and then change just before we went to the Club hut.
 
At the side of my bed, I retrieved the small Han Solo backpack of mine, opened it up and started putting things in there. It had the feeling as though I was packing my bag ready for a big adventure... Little did I know just what that day's adventure would entail.
 
I removed the light blue dress, complete with decorative daisy flower patterning, from the hanger in my wardrobe and carefully folded it before placing it inside the bottom of the backpack. I didn't want to damage the dress after the promise I had made to my mother the previous night to look after my 'girl things' going forward.
 
I made an executive decision not to take the magazine I had been given, or the scrapbook... I knew that deep inside, I wanted to look through the pictures of the magazine again even though I couldn't understand the words. I understood clearly what the pictures showed... the dominant superiority of clothed girls, and the submissive humiliation of naked boys.
 
And of course, I wanted to read the detail in the scrapbook so that I could fully understand what happened to Jonathan, or 'Joan' in the scrapbook. I now had the empathy, the understanding of what happened to boys in the magazines and the scrapbooks that the girls gave me. A sexual thrill of understanding... secretly wishing it was me every time... I didn't know why... but the subject seemed to arouse me now... making me want to join in. Somewhere in the deeper parts of my mind, I felt as though I wanted the girls to win... to control everything... making it easier for me to accept it. In that sense, my sexual arousal would result in good feelings... the best feelings that a girl can give to a boy. I only had to do what they said.
 
In my panties, I stood up and opened the curtains of my bedroom, and was happy to see that the sun was shining. It was going to be a lovely day. At least the weather was going to be lovely. My check on the weather wasn't without purpose. Of course, I had to make the right choice of boy clothes to stop me from getting too hot and sweaty, and possibly too dirty to fail inspection. Opening my drawers, I pulled out a dark blue pair of socks with an R2-D2 motif on them, quickly putting them on my feet. It was 'boy time.'
 
Next, I retrieved a practical pair of button-up chino shorts complete with a faux-suede belt around the waist-rings. I pulled them on over the top of my panties and fastened the buttons eagerly from top to bottom, then fastened the belt through the buckle. Finally, I pulled out a light blue sports t-shirt, quite plain looking... but blue to represent the boys... Checking myself in the mirror of my wardrobe again, despite my panties, I had confidence in my outfit... I looked like a boy at least. And I knew I felt like a boy. I was happy with what I saw looking back at me.
 
'Phillip... is a boy...' I confirmed in my mind and smiled at myself. 'I'm a BOY!'
 
Looking forward to some sensible, quality time with another boy, I checked my watch and saw that it was after nine o'clock. I didn't want to be late for Stephen. I looked around and considered which Star Wars things I should take, being sure to consider something interesting, but not anything that was a favourite in case it got confiscated later in the day.
 
Thinking practically, I retrieved my replica (toy) X-Wing fighter from underneath my bed and prepared it for it's next important diplomatic mission... As was my usual ritual with this toy, I loaded the specially compatible R2-D2 action figure into the droid compartment behind the cockpit and locked it down into place. Then, I readied a generic X-Wing fighter pilot figure complete with orange jumpsuit outfit. One of the few remaining members of the 'Free Boys' Rebel Alliance' in the ongoing saga I had been imagining in my mind.
 
"Beep-Brrrrrrrp-bip-toot..." I sounded out quietly, pretending to be R2 as the rebel pilot was lowered into the cockpit.
 
"Yes R2... this is our next mission..." I began with a simple, solider-like voice, responding to the droid as the rebel pilot in a hushed whisper. I was aware that this was a confusing and curious crossover between 'boy time' and 'girl time.' "No... the war isn't over just yet... There aren't many of us 'free boys' left in the Galaxy, so it's getting a little more urgent now..."
 
"Beep... bop-toot-brrrp..."
 
"Uh-huh... that's right... There's another colony of Rebels just like us... all boys in the same situation as us R2... on the other side of the forest moon of Endor... That's where we're heading today, to meet up with 'em and see if we can gain a little ground on the Evil Girls' Empire..."
 
"Tikka-tikka-tikka..." R2 sounded quickly in response, kind of like the droid's equivalent of an ironic and almost disbelieving laugh that us boys could ever compete with the domination of the girls.
 
"Steady R2... focus on the mission and get us there to the rendezvous point. You have the co-ordinates in your navi-computer. Sheesh... anyone would think you enjoyed the girls being in charge... and what they are doing to us..."
 
"Beeeeeep-whhrrrrrrrr-toot..."
 
"That's okay R2... I know you're on our side really... We can always count on you... As always, the boys of the Rebel Alliance are depending on us R2... Okay we've got clearance to go... get ready for take off... The Force will be with us... I hope..."
 
With that, and to the accompaniment of my dramatic special effects, the X-Wing took off at 0913 hours British Summer Time for a Galaxy far, far away... and a destiny still as confused and bewildering as I had ever known. Before leaving the 'sanctuary rebel base' of my bedroom, I opened the pencil case on top of my desk and retrieved the little card with the 'Boys' Code' and the lyrics of my song... just in case.
 
With back-pack on, and having raided the sweet drawer in the kitchen for a packet of Polo mint sweets for safe keeping in my pocket, I put my white training shoes on and called upstairs to my mother...
 
"I'm off now mum... see you later..." And without waiting for a reply, I was off out of the door on my next adventure. Pleased that I would spend the first part at least in the company of another, sensible thinking, Star Wars loving boy.
 
Into the warm, morning sunlight of the lane outside our cottage, the X-Wing fighter and I entered hyperspace, heading for Endor, a forest moon inhabited by Ewoks and other creatures that I cared to imagine... It also possessed a stronghold garrison belonging to the Girl's Empire. We would have to be cautious.
 
I ran down the lane 'at light speed' with excitement, with a mindful and joyous stride in my steps... I had found a friend... and ally. I didn't even suffer the usual feeling of unease as I passed by Emma's house... in fact this time, I hoped that she was watching. She was my love... or hoped for love. I did glance sideways at the windows of her cottage, and that of the veterinary practice, but there didn't seem to be anyone there looking back.
 
And so, I entered the woods, with a boyish whoosh of imagined hyperspace. About thirty metres into the woods, I found the spot that I had said goodbye to Stephen at the day before, the place we agreed to meet. I cut the sub-light engines and my X-Wing fighter slowed down into the gentle orbit of the forest moon. Circling several times before landing perfectly between two ferns.
 
"We're here R2... keep your sensors active in case we get the wrong kind of company..." I said cautiously, looking around and feeling a little self-conscious. I was at that awkward age where I wanted to play games with my toys, but also aware that at some point real soon, I was going to turn into a young man. Then of course, playing with my toys would probably have to stop. Probably.
 
"Beeeeep-brrrrrp-pop..." R2 replied.
 
"That's right... GIRLS..." I chuckled. "We don't want to be caught with our pants down this time..." I added, referring loosely to the dream I had woken up from about two hours earlier. "Or our panties!" I finished with an embarrassed whisper.
 
I checked my watch, and saw that it was just before nine thirty... I wasn't late, and neither was Stephen. As I listened intently to my surroundings, there was the distant rumble of a car passing along the lane, and the peaceful sound of bird song echoing through the woods. It was peaceful... 'How could bad things possibly happen here?' I thought wistfully, checking my watch again, urging it to go quicker, or urging Stephen to appear too.
 
Soon enough, I heard the faint 'whooshing' sound of a boy pretending to be a spaceship passing through hyperspace at the speed of light and beyond. The ruffling of leaves being parted as a boy made progress through the woods, closer and closer to me. I smiled warmly in expectation of seeing my friend again, being able to talk to another boy... without the interference of girls and all of the troubles they normally brought us. This was 'boy time.'
 
I stood up and watched as Stephen approached... He smiled back at me when he saw me, and I gave him a thumbs up. As if that was some sort of 'boy code' of our own that it was safe, he continued to make his own sound effect noises as his ship came in to land next to mine... it was a Rebel Transport ship... I recognised it because I had one back home too, it doubled as a storage box for other toys and action figures inside on account of it's shape.
 
Stephen's ship orbited in tighter and tighter circles as it descended through the atmosphere of the moon. I flapped the leaves of the ferns on each side of the landing strip to simulate the significant downwash as the craft landed... and bingo... his was down safely next to mine.
 
As I watched him reposition himself and open the various hatches and covers on the Rebel Transport, I noticed that he too had a back-pack, and that he too was not dressed like a girl. He was wearing denim shorts, black sneakers and a black t-shirt. No socks. I assumed that his girl outfit was in the back-pack like me. Although his nails were painted similarly to mine, his hair looked a lot more boyish than I had previously considered... maybe it was because of the cap he wore then. And there was no lipstick or blush on his cheeks. He was a 'proper boy' today.
 
"Hi..." I said cautiously, hoping that the friendship I wanted with him was still very much what he wanted too.
 
"Hi Phillip..." he replied brightly. "Nice X-Wing... complete with battle scarring... I see R2, but who's the pilot?"
 
"Thanks Stephen," I replied first and foremost. I figured that it was a confidence builder between us to call each other by our real boy's names. It made me good to hear the word 'Phillip' to describe me... so he must have felt good too when I called him 'Stephen.' "Just one of my Rebel pilots really... I guess I'll call him Fanta... Captain Fanta..."
 
"Fanta?" he giggled.
 
"Uh-huh... he's wearing orange... just like the fizzy drink..." I giggled with him.
 
"Oh right... now I get it!" he smirked, reaching out with his hand pushing gently on my shoulder like we were old friends kidding each other.
 
"I have a Rebel Transport too... you're brave bringing something so big... What if the girls take it?" I asked, removing my back-pack and using it to help form a pretend base next to the landed space ships.
 
"Nahhh... they wouldn't take my toys now... I've been here too long with them. It's been ages since they've taken anything off me... I try too hard to be a good boy... if you know what I mean..." he replied, taking his own back-pack off and adding to mine, extending the limits and the overall size of our pretend base.
 
"Uh-huh," I nodded in agreement with him.
 
"And I don't intend to be naughty or piss them off any more than I have to. Taking my stuff off me is the least of my concerns..." he added, referring no doubt to his circumcision.
 
"Oh shit... yeah... good point... Like I said yesterday, I'm sorry that happened to you..."
 
"No point dwelling on it... It won't happen again... not to me anyway," he said earnestly, looking me in the eye and biting his lip.
 
"Hell no... me either... We'll get through this together now won't we? Right? Best friends forever?" I encouraged, with determination and pride in my voice. Amazing what the company of another boy can do for your self esteem. I held out my hand to his... ready to shake on it.
 
"Best friends forever..." he replied warmly, shaking my hand. "Us against the girls... Boys rule!" Then, whispering to me from behind his hand he added, "In secret..."
 
"Ha-ha," I chuckled with irony and quietly in case anyone was listening. "Boys rule! In secret..." I whispered to confirm our mutual understanding. There was still pride in our gender after all... even if we were being somewhat suppressed and manipulated. Where there was pride, there was hope. Rebellions are built on hope.
 
It was a moment where I felt that Stephen and I bonded with a level of empathy for the suffering and humiliation we both felt and endured, living in Langton Magna as boys, and as junior members of the Girls' Club. We were in it together, whatever 'it' really was. Although girls were in charge of everything, including us, that didn't mean that we couldn't find our own stronghold in the battle of the sexes going on around us. This was 'boy time' and when that was happening, 'boys ruled.' And it felt good.
 
We spent a long time playing Star Wars that morning, finding confidence in each other, comfortable enough in our own company to let our hair down a little bit. Neither of us felt remotely embarrassed to make noises or sounds during our play that outsiders (especially girls) might consider to be childish or immature. After all, we were both eleven years old, we were just boys... young boys, having fun and playing games how we wanted to play. It was one of the best mornings of play I had ever experienced. Star Wars really was the best as far I was concerned, and Stephen was a good foil me, and me for him.
 
So comfortable with each other in fact, that at times, we were kneeling or crouching side by side, in bodily contact with each other at times, not kissing or hugging or anything, just comfortably close, like best friends. There were times where Stephen would pretend to be a female and hold up one of the girl action figures, and my male character action figure would kiss his as though they were lovers, adding to the story as we went along. Boys' Rebel Alliance, against the Girls' Empire. Sometimes love... sometimes war.
 
As we played out various battle scenes and confrontations with our Star Wars toys, sometimes the girl characters won... but mostly, the boys won. They were important victories for the male sex, and our masculine self esteem, in a make-believe world where boys were struggling to find any victory at all in a female dominated Galaxy mirroring our very own Langton Magna.
 
There were times where Stephen would perform space battles with my X-Wing fighter against imaginary Tie-Fighters of the Girls' Empire... He would make space ship sounds and laser fire noises, while I hummed musical pieces to accompany the battles. The boys for once being victorious more often than not. The power of collaboration and team work not being lost on either of us in it's symbolism. This was a different kind of 'feeling good.' This was freedom from oppression... freedom of expression. It was good to be a boy again.
 
After a while, we both took a break from our intense action play. It was after a particularly long space battle against the pretend girls, involving a particularly long piece of Star Wars music I hummed in expert entirety. Sitting there cross legged on the ground opposite each other, we both took a deep breath and sighed... content, our cheeks aglow with exertion and exercise. For once, instead of embarrassment.
 
During the pause in action, I took some time to ask Stephen more about his experiences at the Club... what kinds of things the girls had done to him and 'taught him' from the Big Book Of Boy Secrets. I was keen to understand how he dealt with everything that the girls seemed to enjoy putting us boys through. I hoped that together we could find strength and unity. I kind of knew that deep down, the odds were against us - there were just too many girls for us to ever achieve a meaningful victory or a game ending conclusion to the battle of the sexes where the boys were on top. At this time in my life, I would even have happily settled for a 'draw.'
 
So I listened... and in reality, most of what Stephen told me about his adventures as a Junior member of the Girls' Club were things that I had already learned and experienced in this first week. It did seem at times as though he were holding some things back from me... things he didn't want to say, as though it were either too shameful... too painful or maybe even an act of betrayal of the Club hierarchy. I tried to get him to open up a little more, but I could see that there was distress in his eyes... almost as though he were going to cry again. So I backed away a little from my line of questioning. So I said the next thing that came into my head...
 
"So... how long did it take you to know the words to the boys' code," I asked quietly.
 
"Huh?"
 
"You know... the girls gave me a card with the words on it... but I've practiced every day since they made me go through it first... I know the words already... Did it take you long?"
 
"Not really... just a couple of days," Stephen replied on reflection, as though recalling his first few days as a boy member of the Club the previous summer. "The girls have many ways of making a boy remember stuff don't they? Like touching our privates, teasing us and making fun of us as they play with... our p-penises... They can spank us to make us remember... and they make us say things... over and over, until you either accept it, or start to believe it..."
 
"Yeah... I know all about that!" I empathised with my friend. "I can't get the words 'girls rule,' or 'girls are better than boys' out of my head! Here, look... I must be so daft... I even keep the card in my pocket... just in case..." I added, fishing the little card out from my pocket and showing it to him.
 
"You're SUCH a good girl!" Stephen giggled playfully, now more relaxed as he mimicked Suzanne's voice, making me chuckle. "Come on, you bed wetting wanker! Say the words with me..."
 
And so together, we practiced the boys' code for the Langton Magna Girls' Club.
 
"Girls are in charge, boys are not..." we began quietly... "Boys are slaves... girls are not... Girls rule forever... and boys obey... Because girls are better, in every way..."
 
At the end, we both blushed and I bit my lip shyly at the humiliating words that the girls made us say when their Club meetings were starting. We giggled again at each other, feeling so silly at what we were saying and doing, but comfortable in each other's company. And we said it again, more loudly this time...
 
"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..."
 
"You know Stephen..." I began thoughtfully and with a hint of mischief. "What if we secretly changed the words to the Boys' code... I mean... just when it's us two... I'm quite good at changing the words to songs..."
 
"And it earned you a spanking!" Stephen laughed at my irony. I blushed... I didn't even know another boy was there at the time I got spanked for my wicked rendition of Chattanooga Choo Choo, because he was wearing a dress and was made up like a real girl.
 
"Okay, true..." I blushed a little once more. "But it's okay, it's just two here... This could be our secret backlash against the girls... This is our secret rebellion... for real... So how's about this for the boys' code instead..."
 
"You're crazy..." he giggled as I stood up theatrically and faced him, clearing my throat like a confident young thespian adorning the theatres of London's West End.
 
"Ahem..." I said, making sure I had Stephen's full attention. I planted my hands on my hips for dramatic effect, and planted my feet apart as I stood, ready to begin. And this is what I said...
 
"Girls are demented, boys are not...
Boys are the best, girls are not...
Boys rule the village, to the girls' dismay...
Because boys are better, in every way..."
 
Stephen looked shocked at the rebellious words I had just uttered, maybe it was the content of the rhyme, or that I was even able to come up with a rhyme like that on the spot while we were chatting.
 
"You really are crazy Phillip..." he chuckled, shaking his head. "I mean... the girls will never let you get away with saying crazy shit like that... Not here anyway... this is their territory!"
 
"But the girls aren't here Stephen..." I began, trying to reason with him, trying to help grow our alliance against the girls. I was hoping that together we would be able to see that all wasn't quite lost... Not just yet. The Boys' Rebel Alliance could still win, somehow. But I could see that Stephen was not convinced. "Look, all we have to do is..."
 
"It's no use Phillip... I've already tried..." Stephen interrupted me and sighed with resignation. "Girls are better than boys... they just are... It gets easier once you accept it... and just let them win. It's natural and we can't change it... even if we wanted to. Even if we had more boys to even things out, the girls would still be in charge, they'd still beat us. The girls would just have one boy each... or maybe even two... It's in the book... Girls have always been better than boys... and they always will be. We're the weaker sex now Phillip... Especially around here... The only thing you can do is join them, and let them have their fun with you... That, or just, run away..."
 
"Hey, come on Stephen... That's just what the girls have made you believe... I'm sure some of it is true... maybe just a little bit..." I frowned, not wanting to admit any kind of defeat to a girl ever again such was my confidence in my defiance at that moment. "But we're not beaten yet... are we? There has to be a way we can get our own back on the girls somehow... Even just one time... there has to be a way for boys to win sometimes too... I mean, boys still play football better... we play cricket better... and... and girls can't throw... girls can't catch and they're hopeless at reading maps. They don't know how cars work and I don't think they can fly aeroplanes as good. We're the Boys' Rebel Alliance, and one day, we're going to win Stephen... We're going to win, aren't we?" I was desperate for him to agree with me. Now there were two of us, I still wanted to try...
 
"I guess so!" Stephen smiled weakly, standing up to face me, looking down at the toys at our side and no doubt wanting to continue our play adventures. But he looked beaten... defeated... emasculated. Instead of Star Wars, I kind of likened this discussion to the two robots 'VINCENT' and 'OLD BOB' from the film 'The Black Hole...' I was VINCENT, the new guy to the scene, and Stephen was 'BOB' - the battered, abused and emotionally beaten iteration of the same kind of robot. The girls of course were the black armoured robotic crew of the USS Cygnus, and Caroline The Hutt was Maximilian... the evil robot leader with devastating torturing potential.
 
I moved forward and hugged Stephen close to me... He didn't refuse the gesture and in that moment, we allowed ourselves to cement our friendship and explore some sort of 'commitment to the cause.'
 
"No matter what... I'll always be your friend," I whispered as I hugged him tighter, my hands at the base of his back.
 
"Me too," he responded more brightly.
 
"And anyway... it was you who said 'Boys Rule, in secret...' wasn't it?" I teased him as the embrace ended and we stood facing each other.
 
"Wh-when it's just us... yes," he confirmed and nodded his head.
 
"Well, come on then," I smiled, encouraging his defiance to match mine. "It's just us... say it with me..." And with that, I led Stephen through the words of our 'alternative boys' code...' Once, twice... three times... a little more loudly and more vociferous each time... growing in confidence and forgetting where we were...
 
"Girls are demented, boys are not...
Boys are the best, girls are not...
Boys rule the village, to the girls' dismay...
Because boys are better, in every way..."
 
"We're gonna win!" Stephen finally announced, letting his fears go. "Boys rule! In secret!" With that, it was his turn to lunge forward and hug me. "I'm so glad you're here... I'm not alone any more... I'm glad you're my friend..."
 
"Whoa, steady!" I giggled at the enthusiasm that Stephen was displaying as we hugged as tightly as best friends in the whole world ever. He nearly knocked me off my feet. "I'm glad you're my friend too... We're better together... and we're better than girls, forever!"
 
<click... click> I heard suddenly to my right... then followed by the hurried rustling of ferns... Before we could react, two girls stepped out into the open from where they had been obviously hiding. It was Suzanne and Lizzy (Elizabeth The Mean... or Daffy, as I had come to nickname her). As quickly as we could, both Stephen and I broke off our hug and shuffled on our feet, turning instinctively to face the two girls. Our nemeses. As boys, we both knew right away that we were in trouble.
 
"Well, well, well..." Suzanne smirked with judgemental superiority at what she and Elizabeth had discovered in the woods. "What do we have here, hmmm?"
 
"Errrm... Miss Suzanne..." I stammered weakly, "it's not what it looks like, honest..." I could imagine very well what it must have looked like.
 
"Be quiet, maggot boy!" she sneered, showing me the camera around her neck. "The camera never lies... and Lizzy and I know just what we saw... don't we?"
 
"Uh-huh... that'th right," Lizzy began with her tell-tale lisp. "Two little fruit boy'th... hugging and about to ki'th..."
 
"We weren't going to kiss!" Stephen insisted quickly, sneering back at the younger girl. "Miss Elizabeth, I mean... we weren't... honest!"
 
"The camera never lies Stephanie..." Suzanne reminded him. "Two little boys, hugging close and tight, like love-struck little lovers... Secret little fruits, that's what you are... It's a good job we came along and found you... After all, you might have ended up with your hands down each other's pants next, and fondling each other's worthless little willy <giggle>. Is that what you were gonna do Phillipa?"
 
"No way! It's not like that, honest... We're not gay!"
 
"<giggle> Are you sure you weren't going to suck each other off Stephanie? Hmmm?"
 
"NO! Miss Suzanne, stop it, please!" my friend replied vehemently. "We're NOT gay! We're just friends... we were just playing..."
 
"If you say so..." she grinned, just like girls do when they either don't believe you, or are trying to unsettle you by pretending not to believe you... "You know you're late for Club don't you boys?"
 
"Huh?" I said, looking at Stephen. Had we been distracted so long that we were late?
 
"Yep... you're both late for Club, and it's a shame because we have a nice treat planned for you today..." Suzanne confirmed.
 
"Wh-what kind of treat?" I asked cautiously.
 
"Well, to find out, you'll have to come to Club right now, won't you?" she replied with cryptic mysticism.
 
"Jutht wait until Emma and Natasha hear about you two!" Lizzie lisped. "Phillipa and Stephanie, sitting in a tree... K. I. S. S. I. N. G!"
 
"No way, Miss Elizabeth, you can't!" I objected. "That's not what happened..."
 
"I didn't th'ay that'th what happened... That might be what du'th happen though!" she giggled.
 
"Come on, let's go meet the others," Suzanne instructed. "You can be sure that we'll tell the other girls all about this little rendezvous of yours... and your stupid little rhyme you've made... You'll get a spanking for sure!"
 
"But Suzanne... please... I mean, Miss Suzanne... we were only playing," I whined, trying to appease her and stabilise the turmoil surrounding Stephen and I at that moment. "Please don't tell..."
 
"You keep stalling and it'll just get worse for you too... Now come on... get your shit together and follow me."
 
"But... Miss Suzanne, wait a moment... we can't go to Club dressed like this," Stephen began with the horrific realisation of the situation. "We're still dressed like... b-boys..."
 
"Our girl clothes are in the bag... can we get changed first? We'll be real quick about it..." I offered.
 
"No way... You've had all morning to be ready for Club... And now you're late... you're not dressed properly and you're not obeying any of the rules for boys. Follow me, or I'll make it worse for you," she insisted.
 
"Wh-what about our things then?"
 
"What things?" she replied, starting to lose patience. "Oh, you mean your space ships and space dolls... Bring everything with you. I'm a girl, not a savage and I wouldn't want to see you cry because you lost your toys in the woods..." With that, she watched as Stephen and I packed up our Star Wars stuff, picked up our back packs and began to walk towards Suzanne and Lizzy. Suzanne turned on her heals and led the party deeper and deeper into the woods.
 
It felt like we had been walking for ages, maybe a good five minutes and we seemed to be no closer to where the Club hut was. If I were left alone right then, I would have been quite lost. Milky sunlight was filtering through the canopy of the trees and bushes to the floor and the birdsong seemed louder and more sustained as we made our passage. Finally, we joined what seemed to be a well trodden path...
 
"Where are we going? Where is the hut?" I asked with curiosity, having no alternative but to trust Suzanne and Elizabeth not to get us lost, or killed by a monster or something.
 
"You'll see... it's not far," Suzanne replied. "It's far too nice a day to be stuck in the hut... You'll like it... I promise."
 
After maybe another three hundred steps, we finally arrived in what can only be described as a 'sun trap.' A beautiful wide open clearing that allowed full sunshine to spread down and across a large, clear water pond... Swifts swooping low over the water, preying on insects dancing above the surface of the water.
 
On the far side of the pond, three swans slipped with majesty into the water, making ripples spread right across the previously glass smooth surface. A willow tree dipped its weeping branches and foliage into the water to the left side of the pond, grabbing my attention too. It was beautiful... serene. My attention re-focussed on the three swans sauntering, gliding across the pond so effortlessly. No care in the world for them...
 
'Lucky swans...' I mused, comparing their existence with that of Stephen's and my own. Behind a large cluster of hawthorn bushes (blackberry bushes), we eventually found the other girls... all of them... the whole Club, seated on their cushions, Indian style, in a semi-circle around the garden chair throne. Caroline in her place on the throne of course and facing the other girls.
 
Outside the semi-circle of seated girls and cushion spaces (for Suzanne, Elizabeth, Stephen and I), two blankets lay spread on the floor... covered with plates of tasty looking picnic food.
 
As we approached, the girlish chatter stopped immediately and I felt all eyes, particularly those of Caroline on me as Suzanne led us to stand in front of the leader... Caroline The Hutt... She was wearing her hair up today, her round face brightly lit by the sunshine, her eyes alluring and alive as they stared back at me. I couldn't stare too long into her eyes, such were my feelings of inadequacy and submission in her presence, and so I looked down at the floor. I noticed her blue and white horizontal striped t-shirt... her still growing, yet obviously ample, thirteen year old boobs bulging from her chest. Lower down, she wore a denim skirt... her legs positioned such that I could see plenty of her upper legs... her thighs... and... oh my gosh, light pink panties just visible between her thighs. Lower still, simple white ankle socks and blue deck shoes...
 
I looked back upward and saw the disbelief and disappointment in Caroline's eyes. It was all I could do but wait to be spoken to. I was in familiar, but different territory. The circumstances were the constant however... girls were in charge here. I knew my place.
 
"You're late Phillipa... and you Stephanie..." Caroline began with a serious yet calm tone. "Do you know, we've been waiting to start this picnic treat that we've laid on for you for over half an hour? Where have you been? And why are you both dressed like that? And WHAT is all that crap you've brought with you?"
 
"Ermm... Miss Caroline, I errr... well it's like this you see..." I began to offer, withered already into a bumbling buffoon. "Stephen and I... I mean, Stephanie and I... well we were playing a game..."
 
"A game?" Caroline asked, her eyes narrowing slightly, wordlessly seeking more detail from me... from us.
 
"Y-yes... with these..." I replied, holding out my X-Wing Fighter and pointing to Stephen's Rebel Transport ship. "We were playing Star Wars..."
 
"You were playing with your dolls then?"
 
"Not dolls Miss Caroline," I tentatively corrected her. "Action figures..."
 
"Come on Phillipa!" Caroline barked with more irritation. "We went through this the other day... they are dolls... for boys... end of story... Admit to us that you were playing with dolls..."
 
"Okay... okay... we were... p-playing with our dolls Miss Caroline..." I admitted sheepishly.
 
"Good girl... that's better," the older girl praised insincerely. "Now, both of you, put your little toys down, and stand in 'welcome position,' just like you would if you were naked..."
 
With instant obedience, both Stephen and I put our Star Wars toys down on the floor and stood to attention in what would normally be called 'welcome position' if we were naked. That is, upright, feet slightly apart and with our hands down at our sides. In the armed forces, it might be called 'standing at ease.' I was far from at ease, and neither was Stephen. We were in the shit right there and then.
 
"Okay... so tell us more..." Caroline instructed again. "What have been doing all morning to make you late for Club?"
 
"Well Miss Caroline..." I began again... "I th-think we got a little... distracted with our game and forgot the time... We were playing Star Wars and..."
 
"Listen... I'll tell you what was happening," Suzanne suddenly piped up, interrupting me. I looked to my left and observed what she was wearing. She wore a pink, short sleeve t-shirt, with her bee-sting nipples poking as hard as they could at the front. She had dark blue, soft looking cotton shorts down to mid-thigh, pink ankle socks, with blue and white training shoes.
 
"But Miss Suzanne!" I protested, desperate to keep everything that Stephen and I had said and done away from the Club that morning a secret.
 
"Shut up... a girl is talking now!" Suzanne interrupted me again. "I'm talking... Yes Caroline, I'll tell you what was happening... It's true, they were playing Star Wars for ages... making all the usual sissy noises and humming the dumb music and everything... some of the stories they were coming out with were hilarious! Mostly stupid of course, being boys!"
 
"Go on..." Caroline smiled with irony, having heard this familiar tale about me before... and now including Stephen too. "Let me guess... Were the dolls kissing too?"
 
"Uh-huh... Then they stopped and began talking about the Club..." Suzanne confirmed, the little sneak. It was with horror, you know, that kind of sinking feeling of 'total doom' relating to something that you can't change, as she spoke. It became clear to both of us boys just how long both she and Lizzie had been watching us. The girls saw everything... and heard everything... Everything that was important for us boys to want to keep secret from the girls.
 
"It's really quite interesting to hear boys talking about the Club... and hear what they really think. These two were talking about how in secret, they still believe that it's the boys who are in charge of everything..." Suzanne continued to my chagrin, playing to the gathering of girls listening to her every word, like a Court testimony. "When it's just them two together... boys rule... apparently. I mean, as if!" Suzanne made a dramatic change of tone to her voice when she said the words 'boys rule.' Almost like she was pretending to be a boy, even gesticulating with her hands like I sometimes did when I was trying to make a point of my own, or protest about something. It was like she was maximising her mockery of what being a boy was supposed to be about. Mocking me in particular.
 
And it worked. The other girls seemed to giggle at Stephen and I as Suzanne alerted them to our secret play... and our secret 'boys only' thoughts and beliefs. It was disheartening, because all of this was supposed to be just between us boys... Which of course now, it wasn't... everyone knew about it. One more thing for us to be teased about.
 
"Then they started hugging each other..." Suzanne revealed gleefully, like it was the worst possible thing that could ever have been seen. "I got pictures of them doing that... And even worse, the boys have also changed the words for the Boys' code... Even Lizzie heard it... They sang their little rhyme together like a pair of canaries... a rhyme about boys being in charge... about boys being better than girls... Proper little blaspheming bull-shitters, the both of them... Typical, worthless... vermin... BOYS! None of them can be trusted... I've said it all along."
 
I was gob-smacked... I gulped as I wondered where the 'nice Suzanne' from the night before had disappeared to. The girl who had bathed me... who had taken care of me and my cleanliness and then played with my penis... all of it. The girl who had smiled at me and said 'See, I'm not so bad after all, am I?' to me - where had she gone? I felt an uneasiness in my stomach as our collective sins were described in detail by her, and in front of the whole Club meeting, still yet to officially start.
 
"Hmmmm..." Caroline mused out loud, looking both Stephen and I up and down pensively.
 
"It was th'ooooo funny! They were hugging like two little fruit'th!" Lizzie giggled, lisping quite annoyingly. "Arm'th around each other, juth't like lover'th in the film'th..." That made the other girls giggle again. Emma was out of my sight so I wasn't sure if she found this revelation funny or if she would be upset by it. Of course, she had no reason to be upset, Stephen and I hadn't really done anything wrong... had we?
 
"Mmmm... Any longer and they'd have been kissing each other again!" Suzanne added, smirking at both of us contrite looking boys. "Or sucking each other's wormy little willy!" Then together, Suzanne and Lizzie teased with the well trodden chant at our expense...
 
"Phillipa and Stephanie sitting in a tree... K. I. S. S. I. N. G!" they chanted together, pausing to noisily make smooching sounds as they kissed the back of their hands for dramatic effect. Then, the girls showed remarkable skills of 'boy humiliation' by adding further verses as follows... "Cute little boys, panties so frilly, hands resting on, one another's willy! First they kiss, then they suck... two little boys who want to fuck..."
 
"Please stop it!" Stephen called out, finally losing patience and appearing to be borderline tearful along with his blushes of shame. I thought he was going to lunge forward and knock Suzanne to the floor. Fortunately, he abstained and simply clenched his fists. "Don't tease us like that Miss Suzanne... We're not gay, honest!" But the chant continued...
 
"Phillipa and Stephanie sucking on their thumbs... these boys like to have a finger up their bums! The boys found love... and got married, now the boys need a baby carriage!"
 
"SHUT UP! It's not like that, honest Miss Caroline... Please!" I added, blushing scarlet at the surrounding giggles of the other girls in the Club, clearly enjoying the humiliating teasing we were being subjected to. Now it was my turn to restrain myself from acting less than a young gentleman. The girls were proving once again that they could change or add words to song lyrics or rhymes as well as, if not even better than I could. "It's Emma I like... I mean... We like girls... both of us... Don't we Stephen?"
 
"Yes... it's girls we like... I belong to Natasha... I like... k-kissing girls and... and..." Stephen ran out of words. He didn't really like girls messing with him against his will any more than I did, but if it were a choice between a girl or a boy doing stuff to him, then it would definitely be a girl he would want to do stuff with. "We're not gay... and that's that!" he finally concluded.
 
"So what is this... rhyme you've come up with then?" Caroline asked, totally bemused by the ongoing situation. "Is it true?" There was a notable pause as neither of us boys wanted to admit that we had made a rhyme as we knew full well what the consequences might be. We'd be spanked for sure, right there in front of all the other girls. The silence was deafening but for the birdsong, and the flapping of wings made by the three swans across the pond. "Well? Is it true? Don't make me ask you again or you'll be sorry... I know how to get boys to talk remember..."
 
"It's true... it's true," I whimpered, shifting from foot to foot. "We're sorry... I'm sorry... it's my rhyme... I made him say it..." I was trying hard to minimise the overall ordeal at that moment, trying to make sure that as it was my rhyme, and my words, then Stephen would be spared.
 
"Then spit it out, you worthless little bed wetting wanker!" Suzanne barked with indignance, matching the authority in her older sister's voice. For once, Caroline didn't correct or attempt to calm her younger sister down. There was a serious allegation of 'boyish blasphemy' to deal with, wasn't there? "Tell all the girls here your nasty little rhyme... Tell the girls what you REALLY think... and what you still believe... in secret..."
 
"Okay... I'm sorry... really I am... it's just some silly rhyme... I didn't mean it..." I offered, trying to delay the inevitable. I don't know why I tried to delay anything... I knew enough about these girls to know that whatever happened, the truth would come out. Even if they had to beat it or tickle it or wank it out of me... This is what happened when girls ruled over boys... Deep down, boys are cowards... scared of girls that show even the slightest hint of confidence... So boys like me caved in and confessed... I mean, after all, Suzanne and Lizzy had witnessed it... all of it. I had no choice but to perform the rhyme, right there in front of the girls. No matter what the cost was... The girls were going to know the truth.
 
"Enough stalling... say your rhyme," Caroline ordered sternly. "And we'll decide whether it's silly or not... and how sorry you should be..." With that said, she sat back into her garden chair 'throne' and folded her arms across her lower chest. "Ready girls?"
 
The gathering of girls whispered amongst themselves for a few moments and then fell eerily silent, looking at me, and waiting for my performance... waiting to hear my evidence. Above all else, they were ready to judge my alleged heresy.
 
"Girls are demented, boys are not.." I began quietly and quickly, trying to get it over with swiftly so that the girls had no time to digest it all... Predictably, I was interrupted by Caroline right away.
 
"Louder... come on, we want to hear it... don't mumble... Are you a boy or a mouse?"
 
"I'm a b-boy... Miss Caroline..."
 
"Very well then... Remember the lesson we gave you on speaking with confidence... Now come on! If it's something you really believe in, then say it with confidence... like a girl... Timid boys get boring very quickly..."
 
"Oh gosh... I'm sorry... it's just a dumb rhyme... Miss Caroline," I offered again with an apologetic tone. "Th-this is the rhyme..."
 
And so, I reeled it off... louder than a whisper, but with scant confidence. I wasn't even sure I really did believe the words. Not any more... not during Club time at least. The girls proved time after time that the rhyme I made up just simply wasn't true... It was the total opposite. Sure, right then, I wished I could change the words to something more girl-friendly... but my imagination failed me at that moment. And 'The Force' willed me to speak the truth...
 
"Girls are demented, boys are not..
Boys are the best, girls are not...
Boys rule the village, to the girls' dismay...
Because boys are better, in every way..."
 
It was like the world had stood still when I finished. The silence around the gathered girls surrounding Stephen and I was almost deafening. It seemed like ages before there was any reaction to my words at all. I blushed and bit my lip, even circling the toe of my training shoe slightly on the floor. Waiting for a response... whatever it was going to be.
 
Instead of being angry, the girls of Langton Magna Girls Club broke out into fits of laughter...
 
"Haaa-haaaa-ha-ha!" the girls chirruped and smirked and giggled at me. I couldn't decide if that actually felt worse than if the girls had displayed outrage at the rhyme I had made up. Either way, I felt embarrassed... the girls had heard my rhyme and it was plain to them that I still held some beliefs that boys were the better sex. Of course, they laughed because the whole notion of that was just preposterous. It was considered to be a joke that 'boys ruled.' It was nothing more than a parody of reality that 'boys were better in every way.' The rhyme was baseless, and factually inaccurate - the girls knew it... and that's why they laughed.
 
"Is... is that it?" Caroline smirked at me as the laughter and giggling began to subside. "Is that the best a boy can do? Wow... I'm disappointed Phillipa, even for a boy, I thought you were smarter than that. It seems girls, that our junior members here still have a lot to learn and understand about how things work around here... There are still some... 'worms' that need to be turned... Hmmm?"
 
"That's right... How pathetic and predictable boys really are when faced with the truth!" Suzanne said with smug disdain. "I've known all along that boys can't handle it... they never fully understand or truly believe that females are superior. And now here's proof that Sissy Stephen and Pissy Phillipa believe that BOYS are better... I wonder what other secrets these boys have that could damage our Club... Boys are always plotting and scheming... and wanking! It's all they do."
 
"Okay Suzanne... Sshhhh... you've made your point... Let's hear what the boys have to say in their defence shall we?" Caroline said, halting her vociferous younger sister with the raising of her right hand. Then her attention turned to us... "So, little boys... is that what you really still believe? Is that what you hope is true? Hmmm?"
 
Stephen and I stood sheepishly silent and still, feeling the older girl's eyes burning into us.
 
"Did you think it was funny to change the words of the Boys' Code? As funny as we all thought it was?" she pressed.
 
"N-no Miss Caroline... I'm sorry... it was a stupid rhyme," I offered weakly. "Girls rule... honest..."
 
"I'm not sure I believe you Phillipa... not yet anyway. After everything that's happened, you still deny the truth and sought to twist the cherished and traditional words of the very Club that you freely agreed and submitted to join as half members? Both of you!" That made both Stephen and I jump. "I'm sure you'll agree that as funny as we found your little treacherous interlude, that we should punish you for that act of heresy..."
 
"But I said sorry, Miss Caroline..." I sniffled. "I know it was stupid of me... boys are stupid... it was just a dumb rhyme..."
 
"QUIET!" she shouted me down quickly, stamping her foot on the ground. It made me look up into her eyes, seeking forgiveness. "If you boys don't like it here with us... and if you can't accept how things really are... then walk away... fuck off. Never come back... But if you leave, you know what the consequences are don't you?" With that, her younger sister Suzanne made a 'click-click' noise to simulate the shutter of her camera. Right then, it was clear to Stephen and I that the pictures would soon be everywhere and everyone we knew at school and no doubt beyond, would see everything about the humiliations that us boys had endured so far. And we had endured it willingly... hadn't we?
 
The Girls' Club, had us by the balls... and they knew it. If they wanted to tease us, they could... If they wanted to make us say 'girls are better than boys,' they could... If they wanted us naked in front of them, then we'd obey... If they wanted to spank us, then they could. And if they wanted to wank us off... well, they could. That's how it was - or the 'whole world' would know.
 
Looking back, it's unlikely that the girls would actually have shared the pictures with anyone outside of the Village. I mean, even in 1986, pictures of naked boys being sexually abused was illegal. The Club and it's indirect supervisors or supporters had too much to lose. But us boys didn't know that at the time. All we saw was the power of young female rule and how intimidating it was and how 'thrilling' it seemed to be, especially when they made us feel good between our legs. Those wonderful moments of sexual release.
 
"To think that we had gone to all this trouble to organise a nice picnic treat for you two..." Caroline added, escalating the feelings of guilt we felt. At least I felt guilt anyway. "So what will it be, hmmmm?"
 
"I'm sorry Miss Caroline, really I am," I enthused, trying to convince her as my judge and jailer. "Please believe me, I'm sorry... I didn't know you had a picnic planned and we're both sorry about the rhyme aren't we Stephen?"
 
"His name is Stephanie!" Suzanne reminded me.
 
"S-sorry Miss Suzanne..." I quickly responded. "Stephanie and I are sorry about the rhyme... Please understand it was me who changed the words... it was all my fault... Don't take it out on Stephanie..."
 
"Stop digging Phillipa... for Pete's sake," Caroline asserted, taking her chance to wave her hand of dismissal at me this time, instantly silencing me once more. "Stephanie is just as guilty as you are... Two girl witnesses have confirmed that you both said the rhyme... it matters not who created it... you both said it..."
 
"Well Miss Caroline," Stephen piped up finally... "I'm... errm... I'm really sorry too... I know it was wrong to say it... All I can say is that although we said it... we didn't... you know... we didn't really mean it... did we Phillipa?"
 
"No, of course not... we didn't mean it," I replied, secretly crossing the fingers of my right hand. "We're sooo sorry... honest. Girls are superior, really..."
 
"Hmmmm..." Caroline mused, really making us wait for forgiveness this time. "In every way?"
 
"Yes Miss Caroline... girls are s-superior in... every way... honest!" I added cautiously, hoping to score the requisite 'good boy points' and positively impact on the potential of our troubling ordeal. But as was traditional with the girls by now, forgiveness came at a price...
 
"Very well then..." Caroline relented slightly. "Your apologies are accepted..." With that, both of us boys sighed with relief for a moment before she continued. "But of course, there will need to be a serious punishment for all of your sins today..." and she started to count them off on her fingers... "The nasty little rhyme... and of course for being late for the special picnic we have organised for you... and also for arriving at Club without dressing appropriately... Do you agree to be punished and remain here with us as good, obedient junior members? Or are you going to walk away from the Club, banished forever in disgrace and risk having our comprehensive photographic portfolios of you made available for anyone who cares to look... Hmmmm? What will it be boys? Stay for the picnic? Or go?"
 
I looked around the gathering of girls, finally finding a moment to focus on my 'crush,' Emma... She looked so pretty that day. I looked into her greyish-blue eyes, entranced by her long eye lashes, the dainty, tiny little mole at the top of her left cheek, and her cute looking nose... Her sweet lips parted slightly, longing to be kissed. Her chestnut coloured hair was down to her shoulders, and done up in pony tails either side. Just how I imagined her best. As appeared to be her trademark, her pony tails were held in place with a pair of black and red 'Mickey Mouse' hair bands.
 
She wore an outfit I recalled from earlier in the week... a pair of red cotton shorts, with a black t-shirt upon which had a wiry looking spider's web motif spread across the front and left side... She had white ankle socks with frilly trim, and black trainers. I saw her nod her head slightly, encouraging me... I guess she wanted me to stay in the Club... Deep down I knew that I wanted to stay too... I had too much to lose by leaving.
 
"Errrm... I'll stay Miss Caroline," I mumbled contritely. "I'll take my punishment for being an idiot today..."
 
"Good girl Phillipa..." Caroline said, turning her attention to the other boy. "What about you Stephanie? Are you going to be a... big girl, and take your punishment too?"
 
"I'll... errrm... I'll stay too," he replied nervously. "I'll be a big, brave girl Miss Caroline..."
 
"That's good to know..." she smiled with an air of calmness. "We have so much fun planned today... I just know that we're all going to remember today for a long time. We will be able to make a scrapbook all about today on its own!!" I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that... these kind of promises normally resulted in an escalation of my ordeal. "And we've wasted enough time today with your immature boy-piffle. It's time to start the meeting... move next to your cushions and we'll begin."
 
Stephen and I obediently moved to the cushions that Caroline indicated to us that would be ours for this alternative Club meeting venue. It was the biggest gathering I had so far seen of the Club meeting... All the girls I had so far met were present. My stomach churned at what I knew was going to happen... the prospect of the humiliation instantly arousing the rowdy behaviour of the imaginary butterflies swarming around inside my tummy. For the first time since I left home that day, I felt a faint tingle in my privates... Things were about to start.
 
"Okay girls... and boys... it's time to start the meeting," Caroline began again, sitting down on the seat of her garden chair 'throne' and looking over at me. "We all know each other now so there's no need for any introductions today. Girls... let us pray..." Caroline said serenely. I closed my eyes as I had become accustomed to, ready to hear the 'girls' prayer...' I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken as the familiar, and the inevitable doom approached me. I heard the girls shuffle and stand to attention facing their leader. Finally, the girls started the show...
 
"This is our girls club, 'til the end of our days...
We are superior, boys are our slaves...
Girls rule forever... and boys must obey...
Because boys are inferior, in every way..."
 
After a pause, Caroline said,
 
"Girls rule forever..." The other girls then repeated... "Girls rule forever..."
 
I swallowed to find my mouth dry with anticipation. The precise unity in which the girls chanted their code impressed me as much as it had the first day. The sense of their affirmed supremacy over me because I was just a dumb boy... The veritable ease of their domination of boys like Stephen and I... The quality of their organisation and presentation... the intimidation and reduction of the male sex that it represented... Their attention to detail... their rules... their standards... It was all to be admired and respected. And then the orgasms they gave us when they wanted. It was the best club ever to be in, for a girl... and sometimes for a boy too.
 
My weakness reminded me it was there, the muscle at the base of my cock permitting a tingle or two more.
 
'Girls rule, forever!' I thought fleetingly, subconsciously repeating the 'amen' of the girls' code almost in time with the girls themselves. 'Girls rule the village... to the boys' dismay... boys are inferior in every way... Phillipa and Stephanie, sucking on their thumbs... wait... Shhhh... stop it! Stop that now!'
 
"Now then, as we can all see girls, we have both of our boy members with us again today. So, as inappropriately dressed as they are, it's time now to listen as they admit their honest beliefs about boys and their position as the committed slaves of all girls..." Caroline smiled cruelly in our direction as she encouraged the other girls to be silent, attentive and permit us to take our turn at 'performing' the humiliating boys' code.
 
As the girls around us hushed down once more, I felt the familiar foreboding sense of embarrassment at what we were about to say... and admit to all the girls present. The debasing, humiliating chant that us boys had to perform in the Club always felt like betraying all of the other boys around the world. All of the boys in the whole Galaxy. The boys' code was designed to verbally 'destroy' what it traditionally meant to be male, and it succeeded every time with me.
 
"Sit boys..." Caroline said as the moment neared further. With silent efficiency, both Stephen and I adopted our 'sit' position, kneeling down on the cushion with our legs crossed over behind, locking our ankles together. To complete the picture of compliance, our hands moved to rest on top of our respective heads. "Begin..."
 
From where I knelt down on my cushion, I could see each and every girl looking towards where 'Stephanie' and I 'sat' in position, ready to obey... ready to begin. As ever, some looked calmly, unphased by any of the events... some were attentive, some were smirking proudly and a couple even resting a hand between their legs... They were sneakily riding their own tingles of excitement... of course they were... It must feel good for a girl get to dominate boys in the way these did. I mean, girls couldn't fail but become as sexually aroused as we were under these circumstances... And so the stage was set for us to surrender to another adventure in total girl domination... Another journey beginning for the whole Club to confirm that boys were the second sex... the weaker sex. Mother Nature's rejects.
 
Like the previous day, both Stephanie and I were trying to look out of the corners of our eyes to work out which one of us was actually going to lead and start the chant first. I felt foolish because we had ample time that morning to discuss it and maybe practice it, instead of trying to make up new words that the girls frowned upon. So I took the initiative and locked eyes with my friend... I mouthed, 'one, two, three...' and we began our show.
 
"Girls are in charge, boys are not..." we managed to begin, just about in unison. It was a much better start than our attempt the previous day and I was pleased with the progress being demonstrated by our cohesiveness. I mean, we weren't interrupted, and that was a big step forward for boys like us... it meant we were pleasing the girls.
 
"Boys... are slaves... girls are not...
Girls rule forever... and boys obey...
Because girls are better, in every way..."
 
"Girls rule forever!" Caroline said as soon as we completed our rhyme. All of the other girls present repeated in perfectly timed unison...
 
"Girls rule forever!"
 
"Well done girls," Caroline praised us with some level of sincerity and with that blessing I opened my eyes to look at her. "So much better than when you tried to perform for us yesterday. It's good to see that you have found a way to make your presentation more... unified and believable. Still a long way from being as good as us girls though... But I think we are all impressed with your improvement, so there will be a reward for your presentation at some point today."
 
"Th-thank you Miss Caroline," I nodded submissively with my understanding of what a 'treat' might look and feel like. I was happy to be praised and happy to receive treats. This was when being in 'the best Club in the world' actually felt good for a boy. This was when it was okay... and palatable to be a 'slave to girls.' I was in it for the treats, that was why I kept coming back wasn't it? Well, that, and Emma of course. The girls controlled our cocks... gave us treats... down there... and we kept coming back. Oh, and the threat of those photographs and written journals being made public. I could never forget the power of that threat at all.
 
"And now the Langton Magna Girls' Club is in session..." Caroline announced brightly. "Now then, before picnic time... we need to rediscover our nudie little slave boys, don't we?" With that, several of the girls elicited a quiet giggle between themselves. The ceremony was well underway. "So the first of our picnic games today is called 'Quick Strip...' Natasha, please enlighten the boys on the rules of this game..."
 
"Thank you Caroline," Natasha said, moving into position in front of us and ready to explain the game. Of all of the girls there today, I guess Natasha looked the most traditionally girlish in her attire, a simple light green and yellow summer dress with a dark green woven fabric belt around her waist. On her feet she wore plain looking brown sandals.  
 
"What's going to happen is this..." Natasha continued. "Starting from your 'sit' position, you two boys are going to race against each other... by removing your clothes until you're left only in your underpants... And I hope you both remembered to wear panties today!" The other girls giggled knowingly.
 
"I am..." I responded a little churlishly, not enjoying the girlish giggling at my expense. "I'm wearing my panties... Miss Natasha..."
 
"Me too Miss Natasha..." Stephen added for completeness.
 
"That's good, and we'll soon see... won't we girls? Okay, the winner of the race will be the first boy stand up straight in 'welcome' position, and shout, 'I love my panties!' The winner will receive a treat and have the opportunity to go first in the next part of the game... The loser will pay a forfeit... Is that understood?"
 
"Y-yes Miss Natasha..." we both responded together, then looked at each other curiously. We were going to be in competition with each other... and both of us wanted the 'treat...' Forfeits were always grim. For us as boys anyway.
 
"Good... so, you will remove your clothes in the following order... starting with shoes, then socks, t-shirt and finally shorts... And be tidy... just like a girl. Make sure you fold them neatly in a tidy pile... shoes on the bottom," Natasha reminded us. "Okay?"
 
"But... Miss Natasha... Stephen isn't wearing socks... it's not fair..." I interjected after observing the disadvantage I would have if I hadn't said anything.
 
"Hmmmm... that's true," Natasha conceded reluctantly. Maybe she was deliberately engineering the situation so that 'her boy' would be victorious in this game. "Very well... Phillipa... you may keep your socks on for this part of the game... so shoes, t-shirt, and shorts... then into 'welcome position' and say 'I love my panties...' Understood?" At that, we both nodded our understanding and braced ourselves for the game to start. "On my command then... three... two... one... GO!"
 
Just like that, the game began amidst much commotion from the spectating girls... and hasty confused panic from us two boys.
 
"Come on Phillipa!" I heard Emma call out in encouragement for me... I also heard similar encouragement for Stephen from Natasha and Alison. I managed to clamber off the cushion quite quickly and onto my feet, ready to begin my striptease as part of the game. Once stood up, I noticed that in trying to get up from his cushion, Stephen had lost balance, rolling off and onto his back. His legs flailed momentarily in the air as he struggled to get back upright. Instead of the disadvantage I had worried about first off, that tumble of his gave me a head start... Oh how I wanted that treat!
 
Not wanting to lose my advantage over Stephen, I stooped low and began to untie the laces of my trainers... first left, then right...
 
"Strip... strip... strip!" I heard the familiar chant started by the ever excitable Suzanne. The other girls soon joined in and the clapping also commenced in rhythm.
 
"Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap> the girls continued and giggled as they watched us two boys in direct competition with each other... willingly, obediently removing our clothes for their sporting entertainment...
 
"Oh shit!" I gasped as I found the lace of my right trainer had become knotted. I fumbled with it desperately as I sensed my initial advantage wither away. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, shucking his trainers off.
 
"Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap>... the chant continued.
 
"Come on boys... get 'em off already!" I heard one of the girls call out above the din. It was then that I realised that Stephen was not untying his laces, he was just kicking his trainers off.
 
"Hey! That's not fair!" I protested as I continued to fumble with the lace of my right training shoe. As he managed to kick off his second trainer and line them up, I finally managed to get the knot of my right shoelace undone and I was able to kick my trainers off and arrange them neatly next to my cushion. Stephen was slightly ahead, already standing again and about to grab the bottom of his black t-shirt.
 
"Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap>
 
I realised I had to focus on my own performance and with encouragement from Emma lifting my spirits over the noise, I stood back upright knowing that the tricky part of my competitive striptease was completed, if not the embarrassing part.
 
"Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap>
 
I grabbed the bottom hem of my t-shirt and lifted it quickly, trying to get it up over my head in one go, but in my haste, my arms got tangled a little in the arm-holes such that I nearly fell over. I managed to stop myself from stumbling more than a couple of steps. The striptease was becoming more and more real as I felt the warm, late morning air in the Summer sunshine embrace my tummy... my back... my immature nipples.
 
Finally, the t-shirt was off and I just had my chino shorts to go...
 
"Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap> "Strip!" <clap> chanted the girls.
 
<click-click-click> Suzanne's camera sounded recording the event for posterity.
 
I could see that Stephen was also already bare chested too as I bent down to fold my t-shirt as neatly as I could before laying it down on top of my trainers. It felt surreal standing on the rough ground of the clearing by the pond in my socks... Happy that I was doing the best I could, I stood up once more and grasped at the buckle of my belt... feeling the embarrassment starting as I unfastened it. The hauntingly familiar feeling as the waist of the chino shorts slackened... I was soon to be seen in my girl-panties... <blush>
 
"Keep going Phillipa! You can do it!" Emma called out to me as the other girls continued their teasing chant. "Keep going! Use The Force!" Well that did it... in my mind, music from my favourite films filled my mind and gave me courage to get the deed done... I tugged a little at the waist of my chino shorts and let them fall to the floor. But no sooner had the shorts reached my ankles, I heard Stephen call out next to me...
 
"I love my panties!" he called out enthusiastically... more from the victory than any true desire or love for his panties... obviously. I looked to my side and saw him stood there, arms at his sides, in just a simple, yet overtly girlish pair of light pink panties. The little bulge made by the pre-pubescent circumcised penis inside, stretched the cotton taut, exposing most of his hairless pubis to the watchful audience. My friend had won the game... and I had lost, meaning that I would have to pay the forfeit...
 
"Damn it!" I cursed with a frustrated whisper under my breath, looking down at the floor. How had I lost all that ground against him when he had started by falling on his arse? That dumb-ass lace on my right trainer...
 
"Keep going Phillipa..." Emma encouraged me again, drawing my attention.
 
"Huh? I lost..." I replied with an understanding shrug of my shoulders. The disappointment was clear in my bodily demeanour and my voice.
 
"But you have to finish..." she smiled. "Always finish the task... and do it, like a girl..."
 
I didn't understand what she really meant by that... but sure enough, as I felt all eyes on me stood there in my simple white panties, I stepped out of my chino shorts, and knelt down to fold them neatly before adding them to the pile of clothes.
 
"You might as well take off your socks now too..." Caroline added calmly as I was about to stand up... So, one by one, I removed my socks and obediently ensured that they were added to the tidy pile of boy clothes next to me. Even in defeat, I did as I was asked, and completed the task with girlish thoroughness. Finally, I stood back upright, planted my feet apart on the ground, arms down at my sides...
 
"I love my panties..." I said quietly, blushing at the humiliating words I had spoken. I was still amazed at how naughty and embarrassed I felt when saying just a handful of words. Humiliated by words... how could it be? I looked down, noticing my own modest bulge concealed by the cotton fabric of my panties, my bald pubis virtually exposed as the front of the waistband sagged to contain my immature weakling masculinity. Conversely, my secret and 'pretend' femininity was now being demonstrated by the little pink bow sewn into the waistband above the crotch.
 
Looking back up, I sought solace in Emma's eyes, hoping that she wasn't too disappointed that I had lost. Little things like that already played on my developing mind. Could Emma love a loser? As though losing one tiny game actually made me a loser... But that's how my boyish mind worked. In reality, it was just a small game... for girls' enjoyment... But it meant a lot to me. Fortunately, Emma seemed to be pleased with me and as I found her gaze, she smiled at me and gave a 'thumbs up.'
 
"Well done... we have a clear winner here don't we girls?" Caroline beamed, stepping forward to inspect the two piles of boyish clothing on the floor. "And soon, we'll have our two nudie slave boys back with us to play with!"
 
<giggle> the audience of girls chuckled knowingly.
 
"So Natasha... announce the result and explain what the next part of the game is..."
 
"Yes Caroline," Natasha replied, seemingly a little nervous.
 
"And be sure to deal with her, right now..." Caroline added with a quiet, unnerving sternness. I sensed trouble and no sooner had Caroline finished, Natasha came and stood in front of me, looking kind of disappointed and unsure of herself. Was I in trouble?
 
"W-well done Phillipa... you won the game..." she said softly, placing her hand under my chin and making sure that I was looking into her eyes as she spoke. "Good girl..."
 
"Huh?" I replied with confusion, my eyes widening with surprise.
 
"What? But..." I heard Stephen protest to the side of me. "Miss Natasha... I won... I was first... Everyone saw it was me... I was first!"   
 
<click... click> the camera sounded around Suzanne's neck as Natasha switched her attention to 'her boy.' Her disappointment in him was clear, like he was her responsibility the same as I was Emma's. She moved right in front of him, reached out with her hand and placed her palm right over the little bulge of his crotch, fingers closing around his pantied penis.
 
"Ugggghhhhh..." Stephen gasped at the sensation he no doubt felt as the girl touched him intimately and gently squeezed his vulnerable sex organs. The squeeze tightened... "Arrrgghhh... Noooo! Stop it... Nnnnghghh... Miss Natasha, please!"
 
"You were first..." Natasha said to him with an air of dismissive superiority.
 
<squeeze>
 
"Arrrrghhhhh... No!!" he winced. "Don't!" The squeeze relaxed a little until she were just pressing firmly enough into his privates through the panties to keep him attentive and on the spot, unable to squirm away from her.
 
"You were first... but only because you rushed... like a boy... You were careless... like a boy... You were untidy... like a boy... And you cheated, like a boy!"
 
"No! I didn't cheat... Miss Natasha... how did I cheat? I..." Stephen whimpered feeling his handler's squeeze tighten again. <SQUEEZE> "Oowwwwwwwww! Noo! Not my willy! Please stop! You're hurting my willy..." <SQueeze> it relented... "Mmmmm... ohhhhh-goshhhh..." he gasped, breathing out with relief.
 
"You cheated because... like a boy... you were lazy and didn't untie your laces... Phillipa here, took extra care, like a girl... to ensure that his shoes were removed properly and placed neatly next to his cushion. You rushed, like a boy, and failed, like a boy, because your pile of clothes is a mess compared with Phillipa's. Cheats never prosper, do they Stephanie?"
 
"N-n-no Miss Natasha..." Stephen whispered his reply quietly, intimidated by the slightly older girl and weakened by her hand over his privates ready to squeeze him again if necessary.
 
"Then say it, stupid..." she pressed on with his lecture, rubbing her palm all over the front of his crotch as she spoke to him. "Like we taught you the last time... when we caught you putting your Queen back on the board while playing 'strip chess' with my cousin Molly at Easter... Hmmm?"
 
'Wait... what?' I mused with curiosity. 'Strip chess? Stephen never mentioned that... or a cousin Molly... There's more he's not telling me... I knew it.'
 
"Ch-cheats... n-never prosper... Mmmm-Miss Natasha... Mmmmmm," he sighed, stammering as his handler continued her intimate groping of his cock through the fabric of his girlishly pink panties. "Bad l-little b-boys cheat... b-because... they're... s-scared of losing..."
 
"Losing to?" Natasha asked, encouraging my friend to finish where his words had begun to fade.
 
"Please... don't... Mmmmm..." he whimpered, starting to get emotional as memories of past events no doubt flickered through his mind. "Oh god... okay... Bad little b-boys cheat, because... Mmmmmm... Boys are scared of l-losing to... losing to a girl!"
 
With that, her hand left the front of his panties and she stood back in front of him with her hands on her hips. Her confidence was certainly not in question here... Stephen's was though.
 
"That's right Stephanie..." Natasha addressed him curtly. "Boys are scared of losing to girls... based on their false belief that girls are somehow the weaker sex... and to be defeated by a girl is somehow shameful for them. But why is it so shameful for boys when winning is something so natural for us girls?"
 
"The Big Book Of Boy Secrets reminds us all... It's because boys have a penis and an entrenched arrogance leads them to believe that their penis is special to them..." she continued. "As though having a penis makes a boy unbeatable... So it follows that a boy feels shame when he is bested by a member of the opposite sex, because he has been conditioned to believe that having a vagina is to be weak... When a boy gets beaten by a girl, it feels like his penis is being beaten... or weakened by her vagina too. His masculinity is challenged... the imagined sensation of being... emasculated... like having your privates cut off..."
 
"For a boy, defeat by a girl, at anything, is also like all of the girls in the world suddenly beating all of the boys in the world at the same time. And boys can't handle it... they can't handle any of it. And that's why boys cheat... to make sure they don't feel like their penis... their masculinity is under threat."
 
"You cheated Stephanie, because you were scared to lose... You already know that you can't beat a girl at anything... So you cheated to try and beat the next best thing... another boy. And now you're scared that, even after all this time... you can't even beat a boy who is proving to be better at being a girl than you... Listen... somebody has to finish last... there's no shame in being the weaker sex... or even discovering that you're the weakest, or slowest or stupidest boy in the Club. All we ever ask is that you do your best, follow the rules and play fairly..."
 
"I'm sorry Miss Natasha... I'll try to do better... I'll try to be a better girl..." he whimpered submissively, the words of his 'handler' resonating in his mind. They resonated in mine too...
 
Having a penis was definitely not something to be cherished too highly at the expense of everything else... even though I was still kind of glad I had one. I thought mine was special, because I could have fun 'playing' with it. Girls playing with it felt even better... But I had learned already that it wasn't the 'be all and end all' of everything. It was nothing more than a design flaw... a major weakness... It was a small part of me that the girls could use to control me and my behaviour in a disproportionately large way. They could enslave me... enslave ANY boy, just by seizing control of our penises. By controlling my penis, they permitted me to feel good when they wanted... and could bring me painful punishment when they wanted.
 
After Natasha's lecture to Stephanie, I was left in no doubt that if anyone should feel shame when beaten by the opposite sex, it should be a girl. Vaginas and boobs are better than penises and balls... you'll do well to remember that.
 
"I'm sure you will Stephanie..." Natasha replied in a more calming demeanour, somehow more relaxed now that the lecture was out of the way. "Now turn round and touch your toes..." I watched with surprise and mild shock as immediately, Stephen turned on the spot, bent forward and with his arms straight down, he was almost touching his toes. Without warning, Natasha stepped forward a pace, and with girlish accuracy, she drew her right hand back fully and swiped hard across the pantied buttocks of my troubled friend...
 
<SMACK!>
 
The report of the spank echoed across the open water of the pond like a pistol shot, and reverberated back from the foliage on the other side... A startled song thrush nearby quickly escaped it's perch on a high branch, seeking refuge on the other side of the water.
 
"Owwwww!" Stephen yelped in agony, as the hand struck his bottom, the force of it making him step forward or risk being knocked right over. "Owwwww!"
 
"Apology accepted Stephanie... now turn round and face me..." she instructed the boy and I watched as Stephen gingerly stood up and faced his 'handler...' I couldn't imagine a time when Emma would be so hard on me like that. It served as a reminder to actually be a good boy... or a 'good girl' and save myself from agony like I had just witnessed. "I hope I don't have to give you this lesson again, today or in the future... No more cheating... Do what is necessary, when asked... and do it well, like a girl... Or face being punished... like a boy... Is that clear?"
 
"Yes Miss Natasha... thank you..." he replied mournfully, his eyes heavy with regret like those of a wounded puppy.
 
"Good boy..." she said, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. "I'm still proud of you..." The cheating part now forgiven, though not forgotten.
 
"Then we can continue..." Caroline stated, eager to bring the Club meeting back to the focus of the day, being the picnic, and the next part of the game.
 
"Yes indeed," Natasha agreed, moving position again so that she was right in front of me. "Phillipa, as the winner of the game so far, you are in a very privileged position..." As she spoke to me, my eyes widened slightly in curiosity at the prospect of being in an advantageous position. Of course, being a boy in a girls' club, the definition of what privilege meant, and what advantageous meant was open to debate. But with what followed, I could understand their logic. "You get to choose whether to become a nudie boy first, or second..."
 
"Oh..." was all I could muster, looking down at the floor, feeling myself blush. It was time to get naked in front of the girls, finally.
 
"Uh-huh, it's time for our nudie slave boys to return..." she giggled. "So... you get to choose whether your panties come down first... or second... what'll it be Phillipa?"
 
The choice of Hobson... it's all boys ever got in the Langton Magna Girls' Club. Either way, the girls... all of the Club were going to see my penis again... all of my privates. It was just a matter of ceremonial order in which the girls were going to receive their next visual sensation, and witness the next submission of the male sex to them as our young superiors and conqueresses.
 
"Ssss-second, Miss Natasha," I finally answered, feeling a little ashamed that I wasn't brave enough to be the first boy to be bared that day. I mean, it didn't really matter, both of us boys were soon to be naked, so why did I want to be second? I was quite slow on the uptake of these events in actuality. As happy as the girls were that both of us boys became friends (it made things a little simpler for them in a way), the games we would play during Club time were designed to challenge that friendship... a mantra that followed the ethos - 'divide and conquer...'
 
"Very well," Natasha smiled... was that a good sign? "As the victor in the first part of 'Quick Strip,' Phillipa has decided to go second," she announced to the whole group, then looked back at me. "Sooo, Phillipa has chosen to bare his friend in front of the girls instead of himself... He's chosen the act of betrayal... so very typical of their sex, especially amongst the weakest and most cowardly... Like Judas to Jesus... and now Phillipa to Stephanie... Don't be shy Phillipa, you won the game... enjoy your victory and pull Stephanie's panties down in front of the whole Club... Expose your boy friend's little penis in front of the girls... instead of your own... Make him naked for us... now!"
 
'Oh my god!' I thought to myself in surprised horror, distracted slightly by the hushed whispering between the girls and their muffled chuckles. 'I'm the bad guy? I'm the bad guy? Whatever will Stephen think of me?' It was literally, divide and conquer.
 
"B-b-but... I didn't know..." I gasped, looking with fear and shock at Stephen. He just looked straight ahead, the only real emotion he showed was that he had sucked his lower lip under the top one and his top teeth. I really thought he was going to hate me for this apparent show of 'cowardice' and treachery.
 
"You made your decision Phillipa, and it's easy for us girls to understand it... But it's willy time... and we've waited far too long to see a real boy cock already today... So this is what you're going to do... You're going to stand in front of your little boy friend... hug him if you have to..." <giggling> from the other girls... Alison and Elizabeth clapping their hands together in girlish glee. "Then look into his eyes and tell him, 'I'm too shy to pull my panties down in front of all the girls today... so I'm going to pull yours down first instead, and let them stare at your worthless little weakling worm of a cock...' Got that?"
 
"Yes... Miss Natasha..." I mumbled, my voice barely an audible whisper. I felt awful... I mean, I was going to be responsible for a fellow boy getting naked. Even though it was inevitable that both of us boys were to be rendered nude by the girls anyway, somehow, the girls had made it a unique kind of shaming event... and I was the bad guy. Shame for Stephen because he was the first boy about to have his panties pulled down in front of all the ogling, girls... And shame for me, because I was a fellow boy... a friend... about to remove his last shred of modesty, right there, in front of the young feisty feminists of Langton Magna Girls Club... ALL of them, impatient to see a boy's penis again.
 
Taking no pleasure in this at all, and with a heavy, beating heart, I obediently moved to stand in front of my friend Stephen, who not long before had shared wonderful Star Wars battles in the woods and a great deal of fun. Now, about to be 'betrayed' by me and my apparent cowardice. Finally, I found his eye contact... he looked a little distressed and I can understand why. There was water in his eyes, threatening to embarrass him further... so I silently mouthed 'sorry' at him. There was no response except for the gentle biting of his lower lip. The kind of thing I would have done...
 
"Stephen..." I said, my voice crackling... "Stephanie... I'm too... shy to p-pull my panties down in front of all the g-girls today... So... errrrm... so I'm going to pull yours down first instead... And... l-let them stare at your, w-worthless... little weakling worm of a cock..." I blushed scarlet, Stephen was being so brave about this... Before I knelt down ready to perform my task, I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "May The Force be with you..."
 
I went to kneel down in front of him but one of the girls piped up behind me.
 
"No Phillipa... do it from behind..." It was Alison. "We won't be able to see his willy pop out if you're kneeling there... I'm the kind of girl who likes to see everything when a boy's being stripped!"
 
"Me too!" Elizabeth grinned in support of her twin.
 
With understanding obedience, I moved position further such that I was now positioned on my knees behind Stephen's smooth legs, my head a sensible distance from his pink panty-clad bottom. It was time... I reached up with my hands, wriggling my fingertips gingerly into the waistband of his panties at each hip... I pondered whether it would be best for him to go quickly, or slowly... The girls made the decision for me...
 
"Off... off... off... off!" Suzanne led the chant, encouraging the other girls to join in as the first boy was about to be bared fully naked for their enjoyment. I didn't want my friend to feel duress any longer than was necessary to complete the deed... and the chanting from the girls was always going to enhance the feelings of dread and humiliation that he would feel as a boy as his panties came down. So I tried to get it over as quickly as possible and cut the girls off before they could made it any worse for him.
 
<tug... tug... tug...> I pulled downwards with my fingers, finding that the rear of the panties yielded first... his smooth buttocks coming into my view right away... His right buttock showed a slightly darker hue of pink than the 'sun-shy' shade of the left... the tell tale mark of a boy who had just had a single spank from his 'boy handler' Natasha.
 
"Off... off... off... off!" the boisterous, gleeful chant continued. I felt remorse at what I was doing to my friend as I felt the material of the panties finally begin to yield downward at the front too with a kind of 'boing' I could feel through the material itself. I knew then that my friend's little circumcised penis was on show for the girls again. The chanting disrupted slightly by the differential, intermittent giggling from the watching girls.
 
I felt ashamed for causing Stephen's shame... In one single act, both of us feeling that shame for different reasons. Only girls could come up with something so cunning and devious that shamed two members of our sex so thoroughly.
 
<TUG> I pressed on, feeling the panties now fully free of his hips, and proceeding quickly down his knees and legs and before long, resting around his ankles, whereupon I let go... One boy fully nude... one to go... Hearing no further instruction, I stood up and returned to my place next to Stephen, not having the courage to look at him... or the gall.
 
"Well... cute as ever..." Caroline beamed from the comfort of her garden chair 'throne,' leaning forward and taking time to view my friend's boyish genitals, like the other girls were doing. Girls it seemed, never tired or got bored of seeing naked boys and their private parts... even though they had seen Stephen's countless times in the past. I did wonder, and still do to this day whether in actual fact girls really do find penises to be special... and that in actual fact, there is a deep seated 'penis envy' that is best served by dominating a boy because he has a penis... and then taking control of his penis for themselves... to have and to hold. After all, one of the first lessons a boy seemed to learn from the girls when he became a 'half member' of the Club was that their penis belonged to girls...
 
"Why don't you thank Phillipa for turning you into a nudie slave boy today Stephanie?" the older girl teased. When his silence continued for more than a few seconds, she turned that 'tease' into an order... "Go on then... thank Phillipa nicely for pulling your panties down and say how happy you are to be our nudie little slave boy again..."
 
Suzanne giggled at her older sister's conniving menace, ever happy to see a boy humbled as part of Club activities. I kind of got the feeling that Suzanne was very much a prettier version of her older sister and couldn't wait to become the leader of the Girls' Club one day. She had the natural wickedness and confidence for it, of that I had no doubt.
 
"Ph-Phillipa," Stephen began quietly... his voice wavering with the distress of probable tears. "Th-thank you for pulling my... panties down... and... turn... <sniffle> turning me into a nudie slave boy... again..." I dared not look at his genitals and instead looked into his eyes, trying to be a friend to him despite what had just happened. I wanted to support him. I just hoped that this situation could withstand our fledgling friendship. It was my turn to bite my lip as he spoke, almost mouthing the words silently to him to help him through this torment. "I'm so happy..." he continued, closing his eyes in denial for a few moments, and finding the courage to continue... "to be a nudie slave boy again... Now the girls can all see the worthless little willy between my legs again... My willy really belongs to them..."
 
"Good girl Stephanie," Caroline said with proud approval of the boy's submission. "You may step out of your panties, fold them neatly, like a girl... and add them to your pile..." Like he was under a spotlight, the whole Club, me included watched as the sorry, submissive boy obeyed Caroline. He was doubly sure to demonstrate better care for his discarded panties, folding them twice over and placing them on top of the pile of boy clothes now fully surrendered for the rest of the Club meeting... Finally, and without prompting, Stephen stood upright next to his cushion, hands down at his sides in 'welcome position...'
 
"Natasha," Caroline began again, addressing her twelve year old protégé. "We still have a boy wearing panties... anybody would think that the we're going soft, letting a junior member's little weaknesses stay covered up for so long... Tell us what happens next in this game... We can't have a picnic until we've got ALL of our slave boys naked now, can we?"
 
"That's right," Natasha smiled knowingly at her leader. "Finally, despite the choice you made as the winner of 'Quick Strip,' it's also willy time for you too... All boys have to be naked at the Girls' Club, you already know that... so it's time for us girls to have another little treat... hmmmm?"
 
I gulped, knowing full well that my destiny was clear... I was about to have my panties removed, one way or another... And I would become a nudie slave boy for the girls again myself. My 'victory' was short lived... and it hadn't felt like a victory either. I guess that was the girls' intent... Boys never really win. Not in their world... We were the second sex to them... and anything good, always came with a price...
 
"Yeah... I want to see his yummy little dickie!" Josie remarked impatiently, off to my side. Her persistent use of the word 'yummy' to describe anything was a habitual trait of hers.
 
"Me too..." Lizzie the Lisp added enthusiastically. "All boy'th are our nudie th'laves... <giggle> every th'ingle one... I lurrrrrve looking at naked boy'th and their th'tupid little willie'th..." she giggled, pointing at Stephen's privates. "It mak'th me tingle in'th'ide... I'm th'o glad I'm a girl!"
 
Well, Lizzie was certainly in form... I kind of hoped that she had forgotten to bring her little menacing ruler with her. I hoped that neither Stephen or I would incur any sort of spanking, much less one on the actual penis inflicted by her militant, pink little 'terror weapon.'
 
"Well girls, you're in for another treat right now," Natasha smiled, being sure to look at me as the plan was revealed. "Since you were such a cowardly-custard Phillipa, deciding to pull the panties down of a fellow boy and made him all naked in front of us, it's only fair that he gets to do the same to you, isn't it?"
 
"Huh?" I responded weakly, at the impending removal of my knickers. I very nearly moved my hands to cover the pantied crotch in front of me, but I managed to stop myself.
 
"Uh-huh... you betrayed your little boy friend..."
 
"HE'S NOT my boyfriend!" I snapped, starting to lose patience, and losing my place. "Miss Natasha... I..."
 
"Shut up! I'm talking!" Natasha corrected me curtly. "You betrayed your fellow boy... deciding to expose his penis to the full view of all the girls in the Club, instead of yours. You did it to him, knowing full well that girls were going to look... and stare... and giggle... right between his legs... right at his willy... didn't you?"
 
"But..."
 
"Didn't you?" she insisted, folding her arms across her chest.
 
"Y-yes, Miss Natasha, I'm sorry..."
 
"It's not me you need to apologise to..." she smiled, happy to have me on the back foot so easily again. "I'm not the one who stripped their friend naked in front of the opposite sex... Tell Stephanie how sorry you are and how she can get even with you..."
 
I looked back towards Stephen, this time unable to stop myself looking at his privates... resting limply between his legs, over the top of his wrinkly little scrotum was his flaccid, circumcised penis... the tip, his glans, a darker shade of greyish-pink than the milky coloured shaft. The stark naked and real reminder of his historical rebellion against the girls... his reluctance to obey them... costing him a part of his very masculinity. Being flaccid, emphasised to me (and of course to the girls) the vulnerably weak and almost pointless, certainly harmless nature of a young boy's private parts. Mother Nature's little joke that she played on every single boy... A worthless little wriggly worm of a penis... a little helpless bag of boy-marbles underneath it... And all protruding from the front of a boy's hairless crotch... everything always on display... exposed for the cruel joke it was.
 
Not perfectly hidden by design... like a girl.
 
"Stephanie... I'm s-sorry I pulled your panties down..." I began earnestly, switching my attention to my friend's watery looking eyes. "I didn't realise what going second meant and I hope you can forgive me..." I paused a couple of seconds, and was rewarded with the slightest nod of his head. It was a moment of relief that was far too brief, but so welcome. We were still a team... for now. "So now it's my turn to become a nudie slave boy for the girls again... It's only fair that you get to do it to me too... P-please p-pull my p-p-panties down and show the girls my willy..." I gulped and blushed scarlet at the humiliating apology and request I had made to my friend, and fellow boy. At that moment, it barely felt as though things could get any worse...
 
Oh shit folks... I was only eleven then, remember... And this is already page 45 of this chapter. There was still the whole picnic to come, so of course it could get worse.
 
And so Stephen was instructed by Natasha to complete the deed. I watched as he moved to stand in front of me, naked as the day he was born. A state of total undress that I would soon match. His flaccid little penis moving from side to side a little as he walked.
 
'The girls...' I thought with resignation... 'They're going to see my willy now too... Both of us boys will be naked... for the girls... They're enjoying this... us... Girls are in charge... boys are not...'
 
"Phillipa..." he said, dragging me away from my thoughts and focussing my attention on his face... I looked into his eyes with some sort of regret and resignation. "You pulled my panties down in front of all the g-girls. You pulled them d-down and let them look at me... d-down th-there..." He paused briefly to swallow uncomfortably. It was clear to me that he wasn't taking any pleasure in this act of vengeance either. "So now... I'm going to pull yours down too. Then you'll be as naked as me... and the girls... will see what you really are... another nudie little slave boy..."
 
I blushed as scarlet as Stephen was at that point, the words he spoke were quite cutting, even though I kind of knew that he was going through the motions as the girls would expect him to. This was emotional domination that the girls were inflicting on us. Boy against boy... for their enjoyment and sense of power over us.
 
"And the girls will all stare at you... right at your... ugly, maggoty, w-weakling cock!" Stephen added, which really brought the words home to me and the emotional severity of what was about to happen. I mean, the girls had seen me naked too, several times... But they always seemed to invent new ways to make it feel as bad... or worse... than the previous time, and the time before that. "And they will stare harder and for longer at you... they'll giggle more at you Phillipa... because you're the new boy... Once you're naked as well, it's you they'll point and giggle at... instead of me."
 
I clenched my fists in defiance as Stephen finished his preamble to the final stripping. It almost sounded as though he was looking forward to pulling my panties down so that the girls would look at me instead. I was in two minds whether or not to push him away, gather my clothes and make a run for it. But I reasoned that I couldn't leave my friend to face the music alone... And of course the presence of Suzanne's camera around her neck told me that there was no real escape from this. In any case, I rationalised things in my mind that this was just the girls' way of playing games with us to maintain their activities. They weren't going to see anything new when I became naked... It wouldn't stop them enjoying it any less though.
 
Before I could think any further, Stephen placed his hand on my shoulder and leaned in to my left ear...
 
"May The Force be with you too..." he whispered. And with that, he disappeared behind me, ready to complete his task. It was my turn to be brave, heartened by Stephen's final words to me before my panties were pulled down and my well known 'boy secrets' bared once again... this time for the whole Club.
 
"Off... off... off... off!" Suzanne predictably commence the familiar chant, quickly followed by the other girls, punctuating each 'off' with a clap of their hands. I braced myself for the inevitable and saw the glee and enjoyment in the eyes of my conqueresses, all seated Indian style on their cushions except for Caroline of course, and Natasha standing off to my side. The glee was particularly prevalent in the younger girls present. The victorious members of the Langton Magna Girls Club, watching a naked boy, about to bare another boy totally naked, all for their visual entertainment... and all because girls ruled, and boys obeyed.
 
"Oohhhgghh..." I gasped as I felt Stephen's fingers enter the waistband of my panties at either hip. 'Oh gosh... oh gosh... oh gosh...' I blustered in my mind. 'This is it... it's willy time... nudie slave boy... nudie slave boy... maggoty willy... the girls are gonna see... they're gonna laugh again... they have vaginas... they're gonna win... they're superior...'
 
"Off... off... off... off!" the girls continued as I felt the first tentative tug at my hips... Stephen had begun in earnest.
 
<tug... tug...> I felt the material covering my buttocks relent first... then a little around my hips at the sides... <tug... tug... tug...> Stephen seemed to be more gentle than I had been. Not that I thought he was being slow or anything, he probably wasn't. Everything seemed to happen very, very slowly... As I felt the panties around my waist begin to yield, I clenched my buttocks, the muscle at the base of my cock flinched and time slowed right down like the video of a crash test dummy in a car...
 
'It doesn't matter if girls see your penis Phillipa,' I consoled myself. 'Every boy has one... it's nothing special... Even if they see... even if they laugh... it's just skin...'
 
"Off... off... off... off!" the girls cheered and clapped as I felt the material that was already struggling to cover my fully hairless pubis sag further... rubbing and pulling down on my concealed cock... The very root of my sex was beginning to emerge and say 'hello' to it's girlish audience...
 
"Here it comes..." I heard one of the younger girls call out before rejoining the well trodden chant. My eyes turned to stars as I felt the embarrassment factor heighten... my penis about to be revealed again... I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, bravely letting it just happen. I could see Suzanne capturing the moment for posterity too...
 
<tug... tug...>   <click-click-click>
 
"Off... off... off... off!" My bare buttocks felt the sunlight of the late morning, and now, with a soft 'boing' I felt the material at the front of my panties hold back against my penis no longer... flitting down quickly under my scrotum having liberated my immature preteen penis to the warm air too.
 
I felt the sensation of eight girls, staring right at my boy privates... the most at any one time I had experienced so far. It was humiliating to feel myself on show for that many girls at once. As humiliating as it had felt the very first time I had been made to strip naked by the girls of the Club. And there I was... another nudie slave boy, reborn for what felt like the whole world's staring population of preteen girls.
 
"Oh gosh..." I whimpered quietly... feeling quite naked outdoors... realising that although we appeared to be in the safety of the woods, anybody could walk along at any point... This was so different to being in the Club hut. 'I'm gonna be a Jedi like my father...' I mused in the voice of Luke Skywalker, as I felt my panties fall finally to my ankles. I heard the girls' chanted words fade out into hushed whispering... some pointing and some giggling as I stood there in front of them, now fully naked again. 'I have to complete my training and become a Jedi... I'm not afraid... The Force will be with you... always...'
 
And like I had, Stephen quickly returned to stand by his cushion, his 'vengeance' upon me served. And after feeling ashamed for causing Stephen's shame, I now felt my own worsening state of nudity and embarrassment once more. Somehow, it felt like everything was five times worse and of course, all my fault. I wasn't afraid... they were girls, not savages... I just felt humiliated... embarrassed... because I was a boy, and they weren't.
 
"Well look at that..." Caroline beamed, relaxing back into her chair, though quite obviously looking at my boy parts. "Two little nudie slave boys... ready for us to play lots of fun games with today... They look so cute, all nudie for us like that... They look quite natural and at home I'd say... Two little sons of 'Adam,' stripped each other of their fig leaves for the sporting entertainment of their superiors... And now fully naked in front of eight daughters of 'Eve...' Ready to play... and ready to obey... Isn't this just perfect for our woodland picnic?"
 
Leaning forward in her garden chair 'throne,' Caroline began to speak with more passion than amusement...
 
"It's our very own Eden... as foretold in the gospel according to Frey'ja... 'Girls rein victorious as queens of the Langton garden of Eden... Girls... without equal and without restraint... Girls, casting off the trammels of the pitiful and poisonous patriarchy... Taming the helplessly wicked serpents of boys... Teaching them the fruitful benefits of ceding to a female's will... whether submission be through choice or by means of correction... And for ALL boys to know a girl's supremacy to be of birthright and the natural order... Blessed then, is the female... the true and deserved rulers of this realm..."
 
Suzanne piped up in her usual style to tease us right away too... Her own parable, more poetic in nature and no less embarrassing to listen to...
 
"Two nudie slave boys, standing side by side...
Blushing gaily on display, nowhere for them to hide...
Two tiny willies, naked as can be,
Wriggling and jiggling, for all the girls to see!
Two nudie slave boys, ready to obey...
Stripped of all their clothing, for the rest of the day!
Two tiny willies, ready for attention,
Examples of the weaker sex... I always like to mention...
Two nudie slave boys, both of them look glum,
They'll do anything we say... so we won't spank their bum!
Eight of us girls here today, and full of all the joys,
That us girls are superior, and better than the BOYS!"
                                                                                       
I blushed a little harder still at her teasing rhyme about us boys. I felt the heat spread through my cheeks as I stood there naked, my panties around my ankles, my helpless boy genitals still fully on view for the Club members to see. It was clear that Suzanne had a real talent for making up rhymes and ditties that could instantly shame a boy further than he was already suffering. Damn her!
 
"Phillipa, well done... you were just as brave as Stephanie was after all..." Caroline continued, giggling at the clearly unplanned poem her younger sister contrived, and for now forgetting about the mysterious writings of 'Goddess Frey'ja...' Whoever that was. "Now, you know what to do... add your panties to your pile... like a good girl..." Happy to stoop low and hide myself from as many prying eyes as I could, I stepped out of my panties, crouched down and began to fold them neatly... once over... twice over... and finally laid them gently on top of my pile. I resumed my 'welcome position' and awaited whatever came next.
 
"Natasha... the game is complete now I believe," Caroline The Hutt addressed the pretty girl in the summer dress. "But you mentioned a treat for the winner... and forfeit for the loser... So... what's the final score on the floor?"
 
"As we know," Natasha began like the best 'prize announcers' on a TV game show, "Phillipa was the winner and will receive a treat... while Stephanie was the loser, by technicality, and will have to pay the forfeit..."
 
"But I already got spanked?" Stephen interjected, a little put out that he was being handed another forfeit.
 
"Stephanie... I'm talking..." she admonished him. "That spank was for you cheating... not because you lost the game... And remember your manners, especially at Club time..."
 
"Sorry, Miss Natasha," he relented more softly.
 
"Okay, so... for all of the games today I have come up with a unique numbering system to make sure that any girl involved in any of the games is selected totally at random... Now a smart boy will soon work out which number applies to which girl... But being a girl, I'm always one step ahead of you <smirk> and the randomness comes from the mathematical problem I throw at you when we're selecting a girl... This way, every girl gets an equal chance to play with a nudie slave boy... and I know that if it wasn't random, Phillipa would choose Emma all the time, and Stephanie would choose me... With me so far?"
 
"Yes Miss Natasha..." we both agreed with surprising synchronicity.
 
"Good... okay, winner first... so Phillipa, you get to ask a girl for a kiss... just like you've been taught to ask a girl for a kiss earlier in the week okay? So let's select a girl for you... I'll use simple maths because you're a boy and wouldn't want to embarrass you too much <smirk>... Think of a number between thirty and forty..."
 
I thought of a number...
 
"Go on... tell us what it is dummy!" Natasha instructed, mocking me. Well I mean she didn't say to speak the number out loud in the instructions did she? Flaming girl! I thought they were mind readers, anyway.
 
"Thirty two..." I replied.
 
"Okay, times by ten..."
 
"Three hundred and twenty," I replied after a couple of seconds trying to picture the problem in my mind... I could see how this could get complicated.
 
"Now minus two hundred..."
 
"One-twenty..."
 
"Divided by twelve... and minus six... what's the answer?" she encouraged me quickly as though I were being slow.
 
"Four?" I replied nervously. I wasn't actually all that good at maths. "The answer is four..."
 
"Good girl..." Natasha smiled a little patronisingly. "Four is correct... that means, you have to ask young Anita for a kiss... just like a nudie slave boy should..."
 
"Oh gosh... okay... Miss Natasha..." I replied, then remembered the packet of Polo mint sweets I had bought following my adventure the previous day. Ever wanting to be a good boy to stay out of trouble, having fresh breath at times like these could earn extra merits. Natasha could see my thoughtful demeanour result in an unplanned pause in the proceedings...
 
"Well? What are you waiting for?" she asked.
 
"Errrm... Miss Natasha... I've bought some mints... but they're in my pocket... you know... in my shorts... could I get one please?"
 
"And why do you want a mint Phillipa? Didn't you brush your teeth this morning?" Caroline interjected with a hint of anticipated disgust at what my answer might have been.
 
"Oh I did Miss Caroline... But like I learned yesterday, with Josie and Stephen... I mean Stephanie... all good boys should use mints to freshen their breath first... That way, a girl will enjoy a kiss even more..." I offered as best as I could remember from the previous day's activities. It was one of the biggest things I learned from Stephanie.
 
"Good girl..." Caroline approved. "Yes, it's very important that the girl has the best experience she can when asked to kiss her subordinate... You did well to learn that lesson... a mint is a good idea for a slave, just in case he's a dirty, stinky little boy..."
 
"S-sub-ordinate?" I asked curiously. "Miss Caroline..."
 
"Subordinate means a girl's aide or slave... her minion... her lackey... One who is inferior to her in every way... Junior to her and of lower birth or rank... All ways to describe a boy when compared with a girl wouldn't you say?"
 
"I guess so... Miss Caroline," I blushed. So many words that could humble a boy like me, in a confusing rain of grammar. I got the message though... Being described as 'subordinate' to a girl, even a younger one like Anita, proved a constant reminder to both of us boys what the meaning and intent of our respective 'Club Codes' meant and represented. Female superiority resulting in inevitable male inferiority. Girls dominating boys. Vaginas out-ranking our penises. Feminism winning the battle of the sexes hands down.
 
"Very well then, find your mint and be quick about it..." she instructed and I set to my task, careful not to make a mess of the neat pile of clothes. I still had pride you see... "Natasha, let's get Stephanie's forfeit out of the way now whilst this one freshens his breath for Anita..."
 
"Okay Stephanie... here goes... you're going to select a girl now and that lucky girl will have her foot worshipped by your fingers, lips and tongue... like we've practiced many times before..."
 
"Oh god... no!" Stephen sighed under his breath.
 
"So, think of a number between twenty and forty..."
 
"Thirty seven..." he replied with casual indifference. And so his sum went on... and on... and on until he reached the answer just as I popped my mint into my mouth. "The answer is two..."
 
"Yay, well done Stephanie... and girl number two today is Suzanne... I'm sure she'll enjoy your forfeit..."
 
"Definitely!" Suzanne beamed, removing her camera from around her neck, settling down next to her cushion and beckoning Stephen over towards her. "Come 'ere little nudie boy!"
 
As Stephen went across the 'arena' and towards the grinning girl he was about to give a foot service for, he suddenly called out in pain and hopped on his right foot... holding his left foot in his hands.
 
"Ha-ha! Look at his willy bouncing up and down!" Suzanne sniggered, showing no real compassion for my friend who appeared to be in some pain. He had trodden on a small stone which had quite a sharp edge. The perils of being naked and barefoot in the woods. Although it wasn't bleeding it was a hazard not lost on the girls... After all, they were girls... not savages. There was a quick pause whilst us boys were allowed to put our trainers on... an act that kind of enhanced our feelings of nudity... bare naked everywhere except our feet.
 
So with trainers on, and my mint nearly gone... I watched Stephen kneel down on his cushion, adopting the 'sit position...' kneeling up in front of Suzanne, his hands on top of his head, exposing himself submissively for her to see close up. And my gosh how she stared right there... at his still flaccid cock.
 
"Miss Suzanne... errm..." he began, his voice crackly and weak. "Because I'm a boy... that means I am your slave... your... su-subordinate... Like any boy should... errm... I mean, like any boy around the world... I will obey you because you're not cursed with a penis between your legs like I am... You're a girl, and I admit that girls are better than boys in every way... <blush> Miss Suzanne, as is my forfeit, please tell me what you wish me to do in order to worship your foot..."
 
"Ohhh, good girl Stephanie," Suzanne smiled with satisfaction at my submissive friend's offering of words. "Your attitude is sooooo much better this year... everything changed when 'that' happened to you..." she teased, pointing at the circumcised tip of his penis. "So, you may begin by removing the trainer from my right foot..."
 
As Stephen set about obediently following the excitable girl's commands, I noticed her lean back a little on her cushion as she relaxed, pushing her chest out front and making her stiffened little nipples bulge out against the stretched fabric of her pink t-shirt, tautened by the physics of her pose...
 
With her training shoe off, Suzanne gave my friend his next command...
 
"Now remove my sock... slowly..." That he did, using the fingers of both hands to pull a little at the toe end of the ankle sock to loosen the garment, then gripping the ankle band each side of her leg. She giggled as the material was drawn down her ankle and off her foot, leaving the boy to neatly place the sock in the foot hole of her shoe...
 
"Good boy..." she cooed, with some sort of sign of excitement. "Now I want you to take my foot in your hands... gently, like a girl... and I want you to smell me... smell my girl scent on my foot Stephanie..."
 
"Yes Miss Suzanne," he gasped, demonstrating his Club experience and quickly taking hold of his young mistress' foot... He moved it to a position close to his nose, and inhaled, breathing in deeply while she let out an almost breathless giggle of satisfaction at the ease of her control over him.
 
"Mmmmm... good boy..." she praised him and teased him in equal measure. "I can see your little willy while you smell my foot... I see that you like it... just a little... I saw it wiggle! Ohhh yeah... that's good, massage under there..." His fingers were spreading out and rubbing her gently on the under-sole of her foot; she was very pleased with him. And I was happy for him... because if Suzanne was happy, then Stephen wasn't at as much risk. "You're a naughty little slave boy, aren't you?"
 
"Yes... Miss Suzanne..." he replied, still working his fingers over her foot and breathing her scent deeply.
 
"You'd like to suck on my big toe wouldn't you?"
 
"Mmmmm... Miss Suzanne... nooooo... that's... naughty..." he wavered, as close as he dare get to protesting at that point.
 
"I know... and you're such a naughty, nudie little boy... Go on... suck it... just a little... and pretend you're suckling on your little boyfriend's willy..."
 
"Ohhh Miss Suzanne, I... errrm..." he began, not wanting to picture sucking on a real penis. But he was cut short... "Mmmfggghhh... Nggghhhh..." he sounded as she wormed her big toe into his mouth, giggling at his reaction.
 
"Tastes nice and fresh hmmmm? Good boy," she teased as he tightened his mouth around her toe and bravely sucked on it. As he sucked, I couldn't help but imagine that I was sucking too as the mint swirled around inside my mouth. "As clean as a girl... Mmmmmm... suckle it like you were going to do with Phillipa's willy in the woods earlier... when Lizzie and I caught you hugging like two little fruits!"
 
"Mmmffgggghhhh..." he sounded in protest as he stuck to his task. I can't say I really envied him that job. I know the girls were always clean... but still, it was very debasing. Sucking my mint was much more pleasurable than sucking a girl's toe, clean or otherwise. It was the principle of it... feet are traditionally nasty aren't they?
 
"Phillip and Stephen... kneeling in the tree..." Suzanne teased further, using our boy names to emphasise the meaning of her latest rhyme. "S. U. C. K. I. N. G! First it's Phillip, to get a little sucking... Then bending over, Stephen's ready for a fu-"
 
"Mmmmffgghh... stop it!" Stephen protested immediately, pulling her foot away from his mouth and making her giggle at him as he licked his lips clean. "It's not like that Miss Suzanne, honest! I'm not gay... and neither is HE!"
 
"Okay that's enough you two," Caroline said, bringing order to the proceedings before there was a real risk of escalation. "Put her sock and trainer back on, then return to your cushion... Have you finished your mint now Phillipa?"
 
"Y-yes, Miss Caroline," I responded, feeling the need to open my mouth and push my tongue out so that she could see.
 
"Mmmmm, okay... well, you know what to do to claim your treat... Go on and ask Anita for a kiss... like we've taught you..."
 
As I walked over to the younger girl, I saw her stand up from her cushion and caught her staring right at my privates and smirk as my young cock obviously lilted from one side of my scrotum to the other... And then her eyes met mine as I approached, then stood awkwardly in front of her. It was awkward because she was fully clothed, and I was naked. She had all the power. The expression on her face... Despite her smirk of superiority, I actually felt a certain level of confidence that I could get through these next few moments relatively unscathed... After all, I had minty fresh breath and I had kissed Anita before.
 
I noticed her hazel coloured eyes were bright and expectant as she continued to stare into mine. Her chestnut brown hair matched her eyes, and it was regaled in attractive pig-tails once more, quite girlish, down to her shoulders. She was kind of pretty to me in several ways, her pixie-like features marked her out as a mischievous, cheeky girl. Definitely not a savage, but a young dominant nonetheless, and confident in her abilities.
 
She was wearing her tight fitting cycling shorts down to her knees, coloured dark green this time with yellow zig-zag flashy lines down the sides, to emphasise speed I suppose. Her fluorescent lighter green and blue t-shirt was quite loud on the eye, very striking. The pattern was like all sorts of mixed up swirls and shades of those colours. Her cute little navel was exposed as the t-shirt was tied up into a kind of bunch, or loose bow at the front. She wasn't wearing socks, but she wore black coloured school pumps with a rubberised pale orange sole.
 
"Miss Anita..." I began politely, taking a deep breath. "I'm a boy..."
 
"No kidding!" she interrupted with a whimsical giggle, smirking down at my little badge of masculinity. Never underestimate the power of a girl's giggle at you, when she's looking at your private parts to emasculate you and spirit away any confidence you might have felt. Blushing and feeling quite foolish to be stood there naked in front of a younger girl, I waited patiently for her to finish her laughter, and her smirk and for her to regain my eye contact. To stop herself from giggling further, she pushed her lips together firmly, then raised her eyebrows at me, to encourage me to finish...
 
"Miss Anita... errrm... because I'm a boy... I have a penis between my legs..." I continued, secretly crossing the fingers of my hands again... my own secret and naughty rebellion ongoing. "Just like every other boy, it makes me weak. It's as worthless as a worm and it's nothing special... not like a vagina. I admit that girls are better than boys at everything... <blush> including the control of my penis. I'm your nudie slave boy Miss Anita... When we kiss, please fondle my little nudie boy cock as much as you want..."
 
"Of course Phillipa," Anita smiled with excitement. "I just lurrrrrve kissing nudie slave boys..." With that, she leaned forward and our lips touched slightly... once... twice, feeling each other out. Almost right away, I felt her left hand on the back of my head, guiding me into position... and the kiss began in earnest... her lips opening slightly against mine and driving me forward to kiss back at her...
 
No sooner had Anita taken control of the kiss, making sure it was a proper, 'lovers' French kiss, then she moved her right hand down between us and wrapped her warm, girlish hand around my tingling little penis.
 
"Ohhhhhhhh..." I panted slightly as she gripped me firmly in her fingers and kissed my mouth. I felt myself stiffening down there quite quickly. I was naked for her... she was kissing me enthusiastically and she was also touching my privates. Who wouldn't become erect with sexual arousal?
 
Satisfied that my penis was become erect because of her kiss and fondling of my cock, I felt her fingers spread out and move lower down, fingertips exploring the velvety skin of the immature scrotum underneath. I panted again as she delicately squeezed the sac within her palm, before returning to grip my now rigid little erection.
 
Okay, it wasn't Emma... but I was enjoying this treat... It felt good to kiss a girl and be fondled by her. It felt good to be submitting to her kiss... exerting her natural dominance over me. For those moments, it was just me and her...
 
Pressing tighter on the back of my head, and squeezing a little more firmly around my penis, Anita was able to keep me in place, driving me... Her tongue gently entered my mouth and our saliva began to mix and exchange. I couldn't taste anything but the recently consumed mint in my mouth. It felt quite intense, despite my desire to be kissing Emma instead.
 
Subconsciously, I knew better than to try and beat her at 'tongue tennis.' I had found with experience, that it didn't feel bad to lose that game to a girl anyway... Instead, I touched my tongue to hers inside my mouth to let her know it was there... before instantly surrendering to hers. It was quite arousing to feel her use the power of her tongue to keep mine suppressed in my own mouth...
 
There was that sensation again of being dominated by a girl's hands (one around my cock and the other holding my head in place), by her lips (kissing with such enthusiasm) and by her tongue (imprisoning mine beneath hers). All three points of contact representing her dominance over me... captivated by her and what she was doing until SHE wanted it to end and decide to let me go... Sure enough, it was so sexually arousing. My little preteen penis told me, told her, and everyone watching how excited I was.
 
She was excited too of course. I could feel her breath becoming deeper as the kiss continued... alternating her breaths with wriggles of her tongue against mine, gentle but telling squeezes of my penis in her hand. Of course she enjoyed it, she was a girl dominating a boy.
 
"Okay you two... time's up!" I heard Caroline announce from behind me, and feeling Anita bring the kiss to a slippery conclusion. She let go of my head and my penis, then her mouth finally left mine. I stood back a pace and licked my lips... I knew she was staring at my penis... how stiff and aroused it had become because of her... I recognised the smile she made... She had the power to make that happen to any boy. And how silly boys look between the legs.
 
"Thank you for my treat Miss Anita," I said politely before turning to face the rest of the Club, ready to return to my place in the group. As soon as I turned round, I could see all the girls looking at the obvious change in the behaviour of my body... staring right at the little erection that Anita had given me during the kiss. I saw them looking... staring... trying not to giggle too loudly at the shamefully excited nudie boy. Any girl had the power to do that, to any boy...
 
I swallowed hard and tried to be brave as I walked tentatively across the 'arena' and back to my spot, the humiliation increasing further with a waggling little erection sprouting from my legs giving the girls further visual sensations to remember the day by. I had noticed that Stephen was kneeling on his cushion in the by now very familiar 'sit position,' so when I got to my cushion, I did the same... 'sitting...' kneeling up on my cushion, hands behind my head and with ankles crossed over one another behind me.
 
"Good girl Phillipa," Caroline smirked. "You returned to your spot without fuss or any prompting from a girl... You really are learning fast, for a boy... I'm glad you liked your treat Phillipa... We can tell you liked it because Anita's given you a stiff little boner! Like puppies who wag their tails are having a good time... the same is true of nudie slave boys... A stiff little willy, means that you're having fun... Be a good girl for us, and things will just get better and better, I promise..."
 
'I have a bad feeling about this...' I thought with irony. Nothing ever was as simple as 'being a good girl...' And the thought of things getting 'better and better' also filled me with curious horror at what the girls might have planned for Stephen and I.
 
"You'd like to earn more treats... wouldn't you? Hmmm?"
 
"Yes Miss Caroline..." I replied, thinking that as big a hole as I was digging for myself by saying that, I would find a way to obey the girls if it meant the chance of them making me feel really good!
 
"Good... because we like to give obedient little boys lots of treats when we play games... Now then... Josie... your turn..." Caroline announced, gesturing to her actual deputy with a wave of her hand...
 
"Thank you Caroline," Josie smiled courteously at the leader then began to address the group as a whole... "It's such a lovely day and we can't have a yummy Langton Magna picnic without a magic show... I'm famous for my neat little magic tricks to entertain the whole Girls' Club that we know and love... aren't I girls?"
 
With that, the other girls clapped and cheered as though 'Josie's Magic Show' was something the girls had come to know and love. In truth, it was... she was a girl who seemed to do 'real magic' and she took pride in performing tricks for everyone, including us boys. As she continued her introduction to the show, I took a moment or two to watch her carefully. Stephen's older sister... she was quite charming without troubling my affection for Emma. A rounder face than her brother, hazel coloured eyes and with shoulder length mousy brown hair.
 
Josie was dressed in a familiar looking pair of coffee coloured chino shorts, cut low enough to reach her knees, with a snug fitting light blue and yellow patterned halter top that really did fit her burgeoning chest snugly! Like I had noticed the day before, her crucifix pendent hung loose around her neck as she continued her introduction. On her feet, she was bare foot again inside her pair of coffee brown training shoes that matched her shorts.
 
In the moments that I heard Josie speaking, my little erection faded to render me 'normally flaccid' again and an activity was unfolding in front of Stephen and I that did not appear to be feminist in nature, or boy-shaming other than for the fact that we were naked and kneeling on our cushions in a very submissive pose. Occasionally, she would bring props out from her bag to demonstrate quick hand conjuring, even pulling a seemingly never ending stream of coloured ribbons from the leg of her shorts.
 
As the girls cheered and clapped each little trick that Josie performed, I felt a little more relaxed about things. You'd be right to think me foolish for relaxing though. I mean, I was even giggling along with the girls, as was Stephen as the show continued... cheering each trick that she performed. It was fun... innocent fun apart from us two naked boys, always there... always on show... a visual treat for the eight girls present.
 
Josie made a ten-pence (silver) coin appear from behind the ears of her friends... even I knew how to do that... but it was a charming presentation nonetheless. A different coloured coin, a two-pence (copper) was produced from behind Stephen's ear, and then my own... It was a subtle reference to the difference between the sexes. The girls being worth more than us boys.
 
And then the show started towards it's finale...
 
"So now girls... we reach the spectacular finale of today's magic show... a trick so spectacularly magical that it will leave you speechless, confused and in absolute awe of my magical powers..." Josie announced with dramatic aplomb, twirling on the spot and enjoying her role as entertainer... "Yes girls... it is a wonderful trick that has enchanted the little boys I have looked after and given baths to over the last year or two... including my very own... well... Stephanie here..."
 
"Noooo! Stephanie... don't! Not here!" Stephen objected with some level of disturbance, obviously knowing what this final trick involved. "Not in front of..."
 
"But yes Stephanie..." Josie insisted, giggling at her younger brother's concerns. "Come on... stand up and I'll explain the trick... Move back girls... we'll need the tree stumps for this one..." she said, clearing the girls nearest the pond away from their positions to reveal two quite large tree stumps... The stumps were pretty flat, making me sure that the trees had been deliberately felled at some point, presumably for firewood.
 
I watched as Josie led her naked younger brother by the hand over to the tree stump on the left and motioned for him to stand up on it.
 
"That's it Stephanie... up you go... now face the girls," she said with calm authority as though instructing a small child. "There you go... all the girls can see you... good... now you Phillipa... come over here and stand on this one..." Unsure of what was coming next, I complied... the show had been fun so far and I had no alternative but to trust the girl despite what she had described as being a trick that she had performed on lots of other boys. "Good girl Phillipa... there you go... face the girls too..."
 
With that, I stood on the other tree stump, facing the girls of Langton Magna Girls Club, my equally naked and abashed friend next to me on the other stump... Hands down at our sides, private parts on show, flaccid and worthless.
 
"Now then girls... here we have two members of the weaker sex..." Josie continued with girlish pride. "Who can tell me why they are the weaker sex? What's their biggest weakness?"
 
Quickly, several hands shot up into the air, all three of the younger girls eager to answer with a crescendo of 'Me... me... me...' being squealed, each of them desperate to be picked to answer the question. It reminded me of school... the intelligent girls eagerly raising their hands first, urging the teacher to pick them... And of course, getting the answer correct and beaming with pride. The opposite was true of boys... We seemed to hope that the teacher wouldn't ask us for the answer... But when they did, it was always wrong, and then a girl would be asked and she would answer correctly.
 
"Yes Alison... you were first..." Josie said, pointing to the young twin.
 
"It's their penis Josie..." Alison smirked, taking her turn to point at us. "The Big Book Of Boy Secrets tells us everything we need to know about boys' penises... It's the biggest design weakness of a boy... It's Mother Nature's curse... they cannot control it properly and is vulnerable to pain. It's nothing more than a failed vagina and clitoris... It's their penis that makes them the weaker sex..."
 
"Very good Alison!" Josie chuckled. "Thorough as always with your answer. The book has served us all well and you are quite correct... it's theses little penises like these that make boys the weaker sex... So, my final trick is to do Stephanie and Phillipa a huge favour, and rid them of their biggest weakness... Yes girls, right before your very eyes, I will make their willies disappear... and turn them into cute, yummy little girls instead..."
 
At that, the girlish audience giggled and cheered in anticipation of what was to follow... In truth, they had seen this before... many times... But I hadn't seen it, or experienced it. How on earth could a girl make a boy's penis disappear? You can imagine my horror...
 
"Nooooo! Please don't Miss Josie," Stephen begged is sister weakly, blushing scarlet... "I don't want to be a girl!"
 
"Me either!" I joined in the protest. "Miss Josie please! Don't take my willy away! I don't want to be a girl... I'm a boy... a real boy... I can't be a girl!!" The effect on me was as planned of course... and Josie added to the torment...
 
"Lizzie... fetch the scissors... Phillipa might need a little more work..."
 
"Noooooo! Please Josie... I beg you... don't!" I whimpered, feeling helpless as I stood on top of the tree stump... I finally flinched and cupped my penis and testicles in my hand through fear. My penis was still special to me...
 
"Cut them off... cut them off!" Suzanne began a fresh round of girlish chanting, joined in by all of the girls except Josie, Natasha and Emma. It was a horrible thing to tease boys about... And at that moment, I didn't know that they were teasing... I thought that was the last day I would be a real boy... I was only eleven you see...
 
"Please Miss Josie... I'll do anything..." I stammered quickly as the girls chanted... "Please don't cut my willy off... I know it's better to be a girl... but I want to be a boy... I don't care if we're weaker... I'll say it as much as you want Miss Josie... really I will... girls are superior... you're better... really... at everything... I'll obey... please don't cut it off... PLEASE!!" And just when I was about to burst into tears... salvation...
 
"Oh Phillipa, you poor thing!" Josie laughed, bringing the chant to a standstill with the wave of her hand. "You're sooooo yummy when you squirm like that... I'm a girl, not a savage... we're teasing you... We like having you as our nudie slave boys... Although they make you the weaker sex... your penises are far too much fun for us to just... cut off. Far too barbaric. Oh no... my trick doesn't involve cutting off your yummy little penises... does it Stephanie?"
 
"No Miss Josie," my friend to my left replied softly to his sister. Despite the perceived threat of castration having passed, he was still clearly not looking forward to whatever was about to happen. Something not so bad as castration... but something still not good... I couldn't imagine what magic the girl spoke of.
 
"Now, without further ado girls... when I say the magic words, Stephen Roberts will turn from nudie slave boy, into a cute, yummy little girl called Stephanie... right before your very eyes..." The girls in the audience joined in the charade with a hollered chorus of 'oooohs' and 'wooooows.'
 
As I watched with curiosity and concern for the welfare of my boyishness, I listened as Josie began her spell to turn Stephen into a girl...
 
"Hocus pocus... boys look silly..." she began, waving her hand mysteriously in front of the other boy's naked, hairless crotch... "So take away young Stephen's willy..." My friend dared not to disobey his sister in front of her friends at the Club. And I watched him part his legs and thighs slightly and use his hand to grip the tip of his penis... It was flaccid, circumcised and hairless... He tugged it backwards between his legs, pushing his scrotum back with it... When he closed his thighs... his penis was gone... just a tiny, kinked and off centre slit up his otherwise smooth crotch. "Stephen has now become a little girl... Stephanie darling, give us all a twirl! It now feels so much better for you... a girl without a willy, hindering you!"
 
'Oh my god!' I thought... 'His willy... it's gone!' I couldn't quite believe it... Stephen blushed as he performed the twirl, showing off his imaginary female private parts instead of his penis and balls.
 
"There girls..." Josie clapped with glee. "That's how I turn all my little slave boys into cute little girls... Most of them enjoy it... and those that don't... well they have to do it anyway..."
 
"That'th the be'tht trick I ever th'aw!" Lizzie giggled from the back. "Do Phillipa next... turn him into a girlie-boy a'th well!"
 
"Are you ready to become a cute little girl too Phillipa?" Josie asked rhetorically. I couldn't speak... I was embarrassed at what I would look like compared with being naked and on show as a 'standard' nudie boy as I already was. I nodded reluctantly. "Good... okay girls... let's try it with Phillip... watch closely girls... Phillip White will turn from a nudie slave boy, into a cute, yummy little girl called Phillipa... right before your very eyes..."
 
Again, the girls that were watching made their dramatic and impressed noises like a real magic show audience would do on TV. And Josie began her spell, while moving her hands mysteriously like a magician in front of my vulnerable boy crotch...
 
"Hocus pocus... boys look silly... So take away young Phillip's willy..." As she moved her hands, I reluctantly, and slowly did my part in the show... parting my thighs a little, adjusting my footing on the tree stump I stood on. Like Stephen had done, I gripped the covered glans of my penis and pulled downwards and backwards... tugging and tucking my privates back between my legs... As expected, it satisfied the visual illusion of making my penis disappear in front of the girls... It was a good job I was flaccid... I could only imagine the pain of trying to do that with a boner!
 
Finally, I closed my thighs, readjusting my footing once more to make sure my willy didn't pop back out from between my legs. And there, I looked down and saw a matching smooth crotch... no hair... no penis... just a tiny, off centre groove... like a pencil line from my pubis and down between my legs.
 
'Is that what a girl looks like then?' I thought briefly.
 
"Phillip has now become a little girl... Phillipa darling, give us all a twirl! It now feels so much better for you... a girl without a willy, hindering you!"
 
With reluctance and shame, I obeyed Josie... twirling meekly on my feet, showing off my 'different' private parts for the entertainment of the audience. There was giggling and clapping... Giggling at me... clapping for Josie.
 
<click... click... click> I heard from Suzanne's camera... two nudie boys pretending to be nudie 'girls' instead, all captured for the benefit of future generations of Girls' Club members... An entry the girls' scrapbook for me... 'that wonderful summer picnic of 1986.'
 
Stephen and I were encouraged to pose in different ways while the girls cheered and commented on how pretty we looked. Stood there on our respective tree stumps, our penises tucked back between our legs to look like naked girls instead. The girls put us into poses that professional models would adopt, obviously keeping our legs closed, making us look more modest, and more shyly demure than we were expected to be as junior 'half' members of their Club.
 
"They do make wonderfully cute girls Josie, I'm very impressed with your magic on these two!" Caroline confirmed as she watched her younger sister use the camera to capture close ups of our temporarily 'girlie' privates as well as more distant shots of both of us posing like super-models.
 
I must admit that it did feel quite kinky and exciting in a way I cannot fully describe... I mean, I was a boy, and still kind of proud of it despite everything... and I really did like having a penis. But Josie's trick made me feel quite different in a way I wasn't expecting, despite the embarrassment. The embarrassment was mostly because of the sheer number of girls watching me do it. And I imagined that however kinky it felt, it must have looked very... very foolish and dumb. But we did it anyway... we obeyed.
 
We obeyed because we were boys... and it pleased the girls.
 
"You see boys," Suzanne commented as she looked up from behind the lens of the camera. "Every, single, boy... is just an imperfect girl... You might look... similar, to a girl like with your thingy tucked back between your legs like that... But you'll never be as good as a real girl... Remember, nature turned you into boys because you weren't good enough to be girls!" And I guess she was correct. Despite the cruel judgement she held dear in her words, we were right then, nothing more than a parody of the immature female form... Close, but no cigar. I would later discover that 'real girls' look much more tidy down there than our crude and slightly skewed 'impersonation.'
 
"How does it feel to have a little girl vulva now instead of a dumb little boy dick? It looks neater down there, that's clear to see... But does it feel better than what you had before?" Alison teased, stepping forward to take a closer look.
 
"Huh?" I answered, looking down at my crotch to understand her question. "How do you mean Miss Alison?"
 
"Touch it... how does it feel?"
 
I opened my mouth in shock at her instruction, but I was curious to know too... I tentatively reached round with my hand and stroked my hairless pubis with my fingers... feeling the smoothness of my crotch... I gasped as I discovered the little bumpy folds of skin where my penis should be, replaced by creases and grooves instead. I let a finger trace the awkward looking, angled slit and wondered in my mind if that was what a girl's private parts looked and felt like... Like I said, it made me feel kinky and naughty, the muscle at the base of my penis trying to flinch as the start of another erection threatened me...
 
"Well? How does it feel?" Alison asked...
 
"D-different..." I whispered, scared but almost excited at the same time. "But... I'm a... I'm a boy..." I briefly continued to run my fingers over my temporarily girlish smooth looking crotch and felt the discomfort of an erection trying to form in my pushed back and hidden penis.
 
"Well, I think it looks real cute on both of you..." Alison smiled happily at me, before returning her gaze to my crotch, and Stephen's in turn. "I'm sure Lizzie and I would love to have you as our sisters! The girls at the play barn would REALLY love you..."
 
"You know, now that I've seen them both together like that... I think we have a new position for them to adopt," Caroline said mischievously... "Okay boys... stand still there like that... and put your hands on your hips... like a girl..." Slowly and with both of us blushing scarlet at the ongoing attention under the spotlight, we obeyed... adopting this new pose in front of the girls. "There... that's right... now pout a little... go on, I know you want to... it matches your cheeks... <clap> Excellent! 'Girl Time' position... yes... Remember that pose... that will be your 'Girl Time' position..."
 
The other girls present all agreed heartily and it was cemented in stone that the boys of the Langton Magna Girls Club had a brand new position that they could be commanded to perform. You know, I dare you to try it... in the mirror... but it's recommended that you don't try it with an erection. It is painful.
 
"Well, that concludes the magic show..." Josie smiled, positioning her hands like a stage performer encouraging a round of applause. Of course, with the quality of her entertaining show, she received lots of support from the girls.
 
"Okay... I think we have the boys in the right place ready for their inspection today..." Caroline announced once the applause for Josie's show had finished. "'Girl Time' is over for now... So both of you... let your little willies show themselves again to prove to us that you're really still just a couple of nudie slave boys. Unless Josie has really turned you both into girls!"
 
I watched as Stephen relaxed from his position, and allowed his penis to move freely back into it's normal place... I knew I had a painful feeling erection forming between my tightly clenched knees, but I was surprised that Stephen's penis wasn't fully soft either when it sprang forward a little. When it appeared, it made the observant girls chuckle at the display.
 
Emma then encouraged me to relax my position too, and it was with some relief that my semi-hard penis sprung forward as well. I even sighed with relief as it flopped forward. It took me a few moments to readjust my genitals and get accustomed to having my penis where it should be again. I shook my hips from side to side a little as I did so. I later came to learn that such an action had been christened by the girls as 'The Phillipa Shimmy...'
 
The visual confirmation that neither of us two boys were fully flaccid was undeniable evidence (to quote the Big Book Of Boy Secrets), informing the girls that playing 'Josie's Trick' with our penises was somewhat enjoyed by us boys too... It was shameful to admit it though.
 
As part of Club activities on many other occasions into my future, it was revealed to me (and other boys who came and went over time) that there were several chapters that centred on 'vaginal envy in boys.' Such details included how sexually excited boys could become when pretending to be a girl... pretending that they had a vagina instead of a penis...
 
There was statistical analysis of numerous boys from around the world sampled by questionnaire, psychological study results and written testimonies from sister Girls' Clubs via cross-correspondence. It showed that it was far from uncommon... Indeed many boys secretly wished for a vagina instead so that they could feel an identity with and a belonging to the superior sex... the winning sex. Mother nature had cruelly taken away that opportunity from them in the womb... leaving them instead with vulnerable testicles and of course a sensitive and oversized clitoris. Every weakness a girl, or any other female could exploit to trap and enslave the male sex.
 
The chapters also explored why young boys often try to put things up their bottom as part of their early sexual play before discovering the sensations possible in their penis. One contributor to that chapter in the Book reasoned that because all humans begin as females, some deep seated preconditioned thought processes leads boys to initially try to find their 'vagina' before accepting their difference and settling for the next best thing. Their ridiculously oversized 'boy clitoris.'
 
"Before we have lunch, we really need to complete your inspection and assess whether you are actually presenting yourselves properly clean and correct for all club activities today..." Getting up from her garden chair 'throne,' Caroline made her way across the makeshift 'arena,' taking time to collect our two cushions. Handing them to us, she said, "Place your cushions on top of your... podiums... <giggle> Then 'sit' facing each other..."
 
As Stephen and I put our respective cushions down and moved to the required position, there was the familiar sound of quiet girlish whispering and giggling... This was new, even for the younger girls in the Club... two boys... being inspected whilst kneeling on top of makeshift 'podiums' upon which boys could be displayed more prominently. I could feel their eyes watching me and Stephanie as we positioned ourselves compliantly and pensively considered what we knew was going to happen.
 
Like the previous day, as I knelt there on my cushion, my bald little softening penis faced that of my friend... his circumcised penis facing mine in almost mirrored opposition considering our, slight differences. Looking up at his face, I guess he could see how nervous I was, as much as him. Neither of us wanted to fail. He gave me a slight, ironic smile and spoke as though we were still playing our game in the woods...
 
"We'll be okay, you know?" he whispered quietly.
 
"We're gonna die here, you know?" I replied, trying to be funny and in the voice of Han Solo. It reminded me of that scene in Return Of The Jedi where Han and Luke are on the small Skiff ship, meandering across the desert, prisoners of Jabba The Hutt and about to be cast into the Sarlacc Pit. Tentacles and everything. The Star Wars reference was not lost on my friend... I thought he was going to giggle.
 
"Die of embarrassment you mean, laser brain..." he said quietly and taking a deep breath of resignation.
 
"Nice..." I replied with brief amused respite. It was a calm before the storm, as always. He seemed a little more relaxed about this compared with the inspection the previous day. I could kind of understand it, I mean yesterday I wasn't a real friend for him until we had talked in the woods after and arranged this morning's play date. Now we were allies, the impact of what the girls did and how they chose to do it could be managed, even if just a tiny bit better. We could get through it. Couldn't we?
 
'The Boys' Rebel Alliance... standing by...' I thought, rationalising my experiences with thoughts of Star Wars adventures and some of my more recent dreams. 'We're the last hope... even if the girls win... when they win...'
 
"Phillipa... How do you think you will get on with the inspection today? Are you... confident today?" Caroline The Hutt asked me as us two naked boys kneeled facing each other on her imaginary Skiff ship skimming across a sandy landscape of Tatooine, transporting us to a fate elsewhere... "Are you going to be as clean as a girl, or dirty as a boy?"
 
"I will pass the inspection today... Miss Caroline," I replied with some confidence. I had been thoroughly bathed by Suzanne the evening before, and I had bathed myself again that morning. "As clean as a girl..."
 
"Good girl Phillipa... I shall look forward to hearing your results to back up your show of confidence... And what about you Stephanie? Are you confident too? Or is there anything you want to declare before we start? Maybe you're a dirty little sloppy pants again today... Or maybe it'll be nice green ticks all the way on your chart today too?"
 
"I'm not a sloppy pants... Miss Caroline... I'll pass the inspection," Stephen replied earnestly. "I'm a clean girl..."
 
"Good girl... then this should be nice and quick..." Caroline remarked. "It's good to see both of you feeling so confident... As you know, I like confident boys... they're more of a challenge for us as girls to deal with... Confident boys get punished more harshly though... because as I said yesterday, overconfidence is another weakness of boys... Overconfidence, is the equivalent of telling lies in this Club... If you say something you think we want to hear, just to please us, when actually you are proven incorrect, or we discover that you don't really believe it... Well, that results in punishment. But like you say, I am sure that you'll both be as clean as a girl today..."
 
"Okay then... who presents these boys for their inspection today?" Caroline asked her troop to encourage the lucky 'inspectors' to step forward ready for the ceremonial picnic party inspection. It's not as though she didn't know, it was just the ceremonial aspect of it all.. the careful planning. The girls discussed and planned everything together at Club, once they had dismissed us boys for the day. And now there were two boys to inspect together, the inspector was always the girl, or girls (sometimes there was more than one) who had bathed the boy last, normally the previous night.
 
Inspection was never my favourite time of Club activities. Despite the brief exchange of 'gallows humour' with Stephen, it was a process that made me feel dirty, even when I was clean... made me feel very submissive, and very naughty to let girls inspect me like that... Of course, there was the overriding sense of humiliation just for being a boy too. Boys needed inspecting because they couldn't be trusted to keep themselves clean on their own. Boys needed a girl to supervise their bath, to make sure the job was done properly, to the exacting standards that befitted the mantra... as clean as a girl.
 
"I present Phillipa..." Suzanne said, stepping forward and handing her camera to her older sister. "I gave him his bath last night... and he was properly clean when I left him. He better not lot me down today," she remarked, sidling up to me and running one of her fingertips mischievously down the length of my back from top to bottom. It tickled and I 'shimmied' as I knelt there on my cushion, trying to escape that sensation.
 
"And I present Stephanie..." Alison announced moving quickly next to Stephen and eager to start. "I bathed him last night... and when I left his house, he was properly clean too."
 
"Excellent..." Caroline beamed, ever the proud ringleader of the troop. "But as you know by now, girls cannot check their own homework. That would be dishonest... Hmmmm... today, I want the Club to see if these boys have the... balls... to match their confidence in their cleanliness. I have decided that the boys will inspect each other today... just like we've shown them..."
 
"Wh-what?" I gasped with surprise and horror... like when Princess Leia was betrayed by Grand Moff Tarkin before the Death Star destroyed her home planet. This couldn't be... That would mean touching my friend again... and... oh my god, I couldn't do that.
 
"No fucking way!" Stephen added with panic and disdain, feeling the same way I did, only a little more expressive on account of his greater experience. "You can't make us... Noooo! Not to each other..."
 
"We're not gay Miss Caroline... please don't..." I added meekly.
 
"Yeah sis..." Miss Suzanne added, almost disappointed that she wouldn't get to inspect Stephen herself. The opportunity to watch two boys going at it not having hit home in her corrupted and deviant mind as it had with some of the other girls who immediately approved of the novel spectacle suggested by the leader. "Boys are bed wetting wankers who just can't be trusted. They'll cheat and give each other green ticks when for all we know, they could be dirty little boys all along... and we'd never know!"
 
"Relax Suzanne... I have a plan..." Caroline smiled at her younger sister's impatience and mistrust. "I'm a girl... I always have a plan... and like a good leader, I'm always prepared. And I'll warn you two boys from calling out like that again today... The decision is final, you two boys will inspect each other... AND you will be supervised by the girl that would otherwise have inspected you. That means, Suzanne will supervise Phillipa's as she bathed him, and Alison will supervise Stephanie in return. To help keep the inspection valid, the supervising girl will perform a sniff test each time after the boy declares his result... Suzanne will approve Phillipa's decision, and Alison will approve Stephanie's... If the girl disagrees with her boy's decision... he will be deemed to have lied and will be punished as per normal inspection rulings... Is that clear?"
 
I really wanted to refuse, and I could see that Stephen did too. But what choice did we have against all these girls and the information about us... and the photographic details too? Surely this had gone too far now.
 
'We're doomed...' I heard C-3PO in my mind. 'There'll be no escape for the bed wetting wankers this time...' And so I snapped...
 
"No way! I'm not doing it... I don't want to do it... it's dirty... it's g-gay... it's perverted... I want Alison to inspect me... or Emma... I don't want him to touch me... not there... not like that!" I gabbled.
 
"Ha-ha..." Caroline chuckled at my answer and the content of my defiance. "Listen to him girls... Phillipa, the first boy... ever... to declare that he wants to be inspected by a girl..." And of course, the younger girls giggled along in unwavering support of their leader. "Are you going to do it Stephanie? Or are you chicken too?"
 
"Pok-pok-pok..." Suzanne teased my friend, making the universally recognised impersonation of a chicken, complete with arm movements... In support of me, Stephen shook his head no... He wasn't going to do it either... Two boys of the Rebel Alliance against the evil Girls' Empire... We had rebelled. Girl on boy inspections were deemed to be acceptable. Boy on boy... neither of us could stomach that. Not without some form of 'military persuasion...'
 
"Very well... we'll see about that," Caroline sneered at our apparent unified affront to her leadership and the Girls Club as a whole. "Josie... you have a way of persuading even the trickiest of boys to see things our way... See if you can change their mind..."
 
"Ohhhhhhh gosh..." I heard Stephen gasp, recoiling in horror as he kneeled on his cushion. I watched Josie approach her younger brother and stand in front of him, blocking my view.
 
"Stephanie... my darling little brother," Josie began calmly... "You know what I can do with this, if you don't obey... don't you?" I couldn't see what she had in her hand, if she had anything at all, all I could see from behind her was that she was showing him something.
 
"Uhhhh-huhhh..." Stephen replied shakily, his face grimacing at the prospect of whatever it was that she had, and what she could do with whatever it was.
 
"So... are you going to be a good girl... and inspect Phillipa? Or am I going to have to..."
 
"I'll do it... I'll do it..." Stephen relented quickly, nodding his head at his older sister and closing his eyes in disbelief. Well, I was curious first and foremost, and of course shocked and distressed that whatever it was, my friend... my fellow rebel... had given in so easily. I would soon find out...
 
Josie turned round in between us and now faced me. I couldn't see anything in her hands at all. It was all a mystery to me as to how and why Stephen quickly agreed to change his mind.
 
"Phillipa... I told you yesterday that I had a neat way to change a boy's mind..." she addressed me calmly... "I can make any boy obey me... and obey any other girl... with this..." She held out her right hand... All I could see was her hand... "Look closely... at my index finger..." I looked and couldn't see anything that could possibly cause a boy to be terrified. She even wriggled it at me and I still didn't realise.
 
"I'm not doing it..." I whispered, looking up into her eyes, more determined than ever. "Alison today... can do it... or Emma... But not him." I tightened the grip of the interlocked fingers behind my head as I made my insistent decision.
 
"Very well... but you'll soon see how easy it is for a girl to make a boy change his mind... I guess you could call this... reeeeeaaaaal magic!" she smiled, crouching down in front of me... "And now, girls... watch how easily I change this boy's mind... and make him obey..."
 
"Hocus pocus, pretty painted nail..." she began to conjure, like a young, pretty witch. "Make this boy obey the girls, without fail... Let him squeal so loud and funny... and feel quite queasy in his little tummy..." She waited to see my reaction... By means of a momentary stand off, I naively waited to see if there was real magic... but there was none of course, and I felt no different... And then, being a boy, my overconfidence grabbed me...
 
"You're bluffing... you can't do real magic..." I replied. "Not with that!" Well that was where I was wrong... Before I could do anything or say anything more, Josie reached down to my crotch with her left hand... She wrapped her fingers fully around my scrotum and the root of my young cock, tugging forward from behind and nearly making me lose balance.
 
"Arrrggghhhhh..." I winced with mild discomfort at the immediate girl-handling I was subject to, and steadying myself as best I could. I watched Josie reach down with her right hand this time... With girlish efficiency, she gripped the shaft of my flaccid penis, right under the glans... "Mmmmggghhh..." I gasped with the expertise of her handling and how quick this was all happening...
 
With the deftness of a very experienced girl, she pulled downward on the skin covering my glans, retracting my foreskin quickly... an act that made me grunt slightly. But I still was not for beating. I thought she was going to 'play' with me until I cracked. But with my foreskin retracted behind the corona of the glans, I watched in horror as she tilted my little hairless penis upwards towards her... The index finger of her right hand returned and approached my cock... her pointy finger... the pretty painted nail...
 
"Ohhhh no! Stop!" I called out with insistence. I suddenly realised what she was going to do. But she didn't stop... I was a boy that still had some resolve against the girls... some wilfulness, no matter how little. In front of all of the girls there, I was a boy that needed to learn his lesson. My buttocks clenched hard, and the muscles in my groin tightened fast as Josie positioned her fingernail right over the slit at the end of my penis. The nail... smooth and painted pink... pink for girls... This was a girl's terror weapon... a final solution to be used on boys to make them obey... forever and ever.
 
She only had to do it gently... rub her fingernail back and forth a little over my pee slit... pushing her nail just the slightest fraction... maybe only a millimetre or so inside the sensitive little opening... and I knew... I knew then why a boy's penis really was his biggest weakness. I knew then that I would always end up obeying girls... if they were this insistent. I couldn't fight that... not that sensation... the feeling of sickening weakness.
 
'I wish I was a girl...' I fleetingly mused. 'I'd be stronger... smarter... superior... Nnnnnggggghhhhh... and without this puny little weakness between my legs...'
 
She giggled as she saw the expression on my face as her fingernail began to change my mind... The expression of a boy who was learning that his sex really was the weaker... it wasn't just words. His penis, revealed to be so vulnerable, puny and pathetic. The expression of a boy being beaten by nothing more than a girl's fingernail...
 
It could barely have lasted five seconds... But it felt awful... and I did feel queasy in my stomach, just as Josie had predicted. And as her nail teased along and slightly inside the slit of my penis, I did squeal... I squealed like a little girl on a fairground ride at first... Then like a pig... I squealed like a little boy piggy. On the verge of tears, I was terrified by the sensation... I couldn't imagine anything worse than her trying to put her whole finger up inside my pee hole. I was terrified that the nail was going to cut me. My buttocks clenched harder, my stomach sucked itself inward as I gasped for breath between my squealing.
 
"Who rules Phillipa? Girls? Or Boys?" Josie asked, finally relenting on my penis and confident that she had made her point with me.
 
"Girls! Miss Josie," I replied with sincere conviction, gasping with relief when she drew my foreskin forward again and let my penis and testicles go free.
 
"Good boy... Now have you changed your mind? Are you going to be a good boy and do as you're told?"
 
"Y-yes... I will... I'll do it!" I whimpered... "Please... d-d-don't d-do that to me again... Please...." I fully understood why Stephen folded so easily with merely the mention of Josie's other trick.
 
"That's better," Josie smiled calmly, happy with her demonstration, standing up and walking away. "You see Phillipa, all girls can do that. But because we're girls, and not savages, we know it's cruel... And you should be grateful that we don't do that every time we ask you to do something... Langton Magna Girls' Club is really quite forgiving in comparison with some of the others we correspond with across the country. Smart little boys learn quickly that girls are in charge and should follow any instruction given by a girl without question or fuss. Some boys learn that a lot quicker than others... Now do you see?"
 
"Yes... yes I do Miss Josie... I'm sorry..." And I really was sorry... and relieved.
 
"Good... I'm glad that's all settled," Caroline said briskly. "And I'm glad that both you have agreed to change your mind... It's taking far too long get you boys organised today and we still have the picnic to eat. So come on... get to it... Stephanie, you inspect Phillipa's navel first," she instructed, moving back to her 'throne' ready to watch the next show as it unfolded.
 
"Finally!! This is going to be soooo cool..." Alison giggled. "Two boys! Inspecting each other!!"
 
"Come on then Stephanie," Suzanne instructed. "You can't inspect him from there... on your feet." With that, I braced myself for the gradually escalating invasion of my privacy (ha, that coming from an already naked boy) and my body... all conducted by a fellow boy. It was a sickening prospect...
 
So I held still while Stephen positioned himself in front of me and began to inspect my navel. As was customary, there was an initial sniff test... my friend crouched down slightly and leaned forward pressing his nose up against my stomach, right at my navel. My stomach muscles tensed as I felt his warm breath on me... and the ticklish hairs of his head. I watched him breath in... It felt awkward and humiliating, having another boy do that to me... smelling me. All supervised by a grinning Suzanne.
 
Almost as quickly as it started, Stephen moved his head away and stood up. So far so good... Then my friend reached out with his finger and pushed it gently into my navel, not once finding the courage to look me in the eye. His coping strategy was to 'zone out,' muddle through as best he could, tuning out the fineries of friendship and the humiliating behaviour we were having to display.
 
"Mmmmmnngghh..." I grunted as his finger pressed into my navel a little further and a little harder. He wanted it to be over as quickly as I did and so his finger was only inside for about two or three seconds before he withdrew it. Immediately, and with a face of disgust, he positioned his finger under his nose and sniffed it.
 
"Well?" Suzanne asked with impatience.
 
"It's clean Miss Suzanne..." he replied.
 
"Here, let me..." Alison said, grabbing hold of his hand and sniffing at the finger tip that had just been inside my navel. This was kind of doubly humiliating... almost as though both of them were inspecting me, which in a way they were. A boy... and a girl to make sure he did it as good as she could.
 
"Is Stephanie telling the truth?" Suzanne asked curiously, caught up in the girlish excitement of what was happening. "Or is Phillipa a nasty little stinker?"
 
"No, he was telling the truth... Phillipa gets a green tick for a clean tummy button," Alison confirmed with a satisfied smile.
 
As directed by the girls, Stephen returned to 'sit' on his cushion and await my turn to inspect his navel... Tentatively, I rose from my position and stood in front of my friend, ready to inspect his first part. Stooping slightly, I moved my head to a position next to his stomach, my nose near the indentation that formed his navel. My ear touched the skin of his tummy and I found it warm... and feeling his muscles tensing as he breathed in and out. It was his turn to gasp, no doubt feeling the tickling of my hair as my head rested against him.
 
I breathed in through my nose, hoping beyond hope that Stephen would have a clean tummy button. All I could smell was skin and the fresh air of the clearing by the large pond. Nothing nasty at all, and I kind of felt relieved slightly. Happy with that initial test, I let my head leave his flexing stomach and readied myself for the next phase.
 
With nervous trepidation, and empathy for my friend, I reached my forefinger outward and placed it into the entrance of his navel. It felt so surreal to be doing this to another boy. But I was 'zoned out,' trying to make the best of a bad business. Doing the least I could to convince the girls that the inspection was full and valid. I had to put faith in my friend that he kept himself as clean as I did as a result of our experiences under the control of the girls.
 
I circled his navel a couple of times and I sensed Stephen breath in more deeply, a little shocked at the impending invasion of his bare naked tummy button. I pushed inward a little, just as he had done to me a few moments before. I swallowed hard as my finger squirmed around as gently as I could do it, just enough to convince the girls. After two or three agonising seconds for him, and for me, I withdrew my finger and began to feel anxiety and fear.
 
I was fearful that I might just smell something I definitely didn't want to... the sweaty cheesiness of a dirty boy's tummy button. And I felt anxious for Stephen... as a fellow boy, I didn't want him to feel any more shame than I had felt, and certainly hoped for his sake that he was clean and would avoid punishment.
 
I raised my fingertip to my nose and sniffed again... the world around me slowing down to a crawl, feeling like I was under an intense spotlight of the most pressured performance an actor could withstand...
 
<sniff>
 
With relief, I discovered that Stephen's navel was clean and announced my verdict.
 
"It's clean... Stephanie has a clean tummy button..."
 
"Let me check..." Suzanne announced cautiously, with obvious deep-seated mistrust that a boy could tell the truth. She firmly took hold of my hand moved my fingers to her nose, breathing in a lot deeper than I had... It was a moment of truth for both of us boys.
 
"Well?" Alison asked when a verdict from the supervising girl... the whip hand... the 'final say' in all this was slow to materialise. It was like Suzanne wanted us to fail. And why shouldn't she? She was a girl with two boys to humiliate. "Is Phillipa telling the truth? Is Stephanie clean?"
 
"Uh-huh..." Suzanne confirmed quietly, nodding her head. "He's clean in there... a green tick for Stephanie..."
 
Both of us boys breathed a sigh of relief at the news. Both of us had passed the first part of our inspection. To be honest, I knew I would pass inspection and during the rest of my 'career' at The Club, I never failed another element. I was a quick learner there.
 
"Excellent..." Caroline said, passing comment on what for her was the 'horny little show' taking place in front of her. "Now, back on your cushion and 'sit' Phillipa... Time for the next part of your inspection... Stephanie's going to find out if you have a stinky little foreskin today that might need to be cut off!"
 
'Oh god, nooooo!' I thought with horror, whimpering with the discomfort of a doomed victim of emotional and physical torture. 'He's going to... oh god... oh god... He's going to have to... touch... my willy...' But I returned to my cushion on top of the tree stump and adopted the requisite 'sit' position.
 
"Come on Stephanie," Alison encouraged the other boy. "Up you get... you know what to do... you know how to inspect a boy's foreskin... Just like we all inspected yours before Miss Smart cut it away <giggle>!"
 
"Snip-snip!" Suzanne teased my friend.
 
"Th'nip, th'nip!" Lizzy (Daffy) joined in without mercy. "No more naughty th'tinky boy!"
 
Stephen was blushing as scarlet as I was as he slowly climbed down from his cushion and moved to stand in front of me, ready to escalate our mutual humiliation for the enjoyment and viewing pleasure of the girls. A boy, touching another boy... very, very intimately. Caroline called for order, politely requesting her younger sister and Elizabeth to cease their cruel verbal teasing.
 
"Now, now girls... come on," she said with quiet insistence. "Let these two love birds concentrate on what's happening... After all, this is a very tender moment to savour for both of them... They'll never forget the first time that they inspected another boy's penis! And in such beautiful surroundings too..." The other girls broke out into quiet giggles at their leader's words before it became a silent hush of anticipation...
 
"I'm s-sorry..." Stephen whispered to me, looking like he might cry at any moment. "May the Force be with you..."
 
I gulped and breathed in, my body tensing and ready for the inevitable as the other boy knelt down in front of me, ready to touch my penis... ready to inspect me...
 
"It's just skin..." I whispered in reply, mostly to coach myself into acceptance... "It's... it's nothing special..."
 
I gripped tighter with my interlinked fingers on top of my head, wanting to close my eyes and blank everything out as Stephen reached out towards my crotch with both of his hands... My knees planted firmly on the cushion wavered and I thought briefly that I was going to somehow fall off my makeshift podium. One of his hands took a gentle hold of the shaft of my penis... fortunately for me, still very limp.
 
"Ohhhhh god..." I breathed out at the sensation. I looked down and watched as he crooked the forefinger of his left hand and reached forward with it... placing the pad of his fingertip at the funnelled entrance of my foreskin. On auto-pilot, my hips tried to move my crotch further away from him, trying to make me resist his touch and spare me the shame.
 
"Hold still Phillipa..." Suzanne cautioned me, patting my buttocks suggestively and steering my position to one of refined obedience. "There's a good girl... It's only Stephanie touching your willy... Just like a girl..."
 
Her words shamed me as she coached me through my part of this deed. It did little to distract me from knowing I was being touched by my friend... the other nudie boy. I felt such a naughty, stomach churning sense of perversion as I remained there in 'sit' position, letting a fellow boy inspect my penis so intimately.
 
"Ohhhhhh... Nnnnnngghhhhh... god..." I breathed again as I felt Stephen begin to poke his fingertip inside the funnel of my ticklish foreskin. I gulped and swallowed as I felt the pad of his fingertip rub over the top side of my glans, working up under my foreskin as I was being inspected. I could sense the inexperience and nervousness in his exploration and touch of my privates. He wasn't assured and confident in what he was doing to me... He wasn't as 'good' as a girl. He was trembling in fact.
 
"Nnnnngghghh... nooo! Please... St-Stephen... noooo..." I whimpered as the other boy fingered me under my foreskin... rubbing more thoroughly over top side of my ticklish, tingly glans... This was as strange as this process had ever felt, being undertaken by a member of my own sex. And it did tingle... much to my growing shame and disbelief, my penis tingled... and began to stiffen in Stephen's hands.
 
"Stephen... Mmmmmm... please stop..." I sighed as his finger rubbed over and along the groove of my corona, deep under my 'hood.' "You... you have to... stop..." With my buttocks clenched and my cheeks aflame with deepening angst and humiliation, I thought my legs were going to buckle underneath me as I tried to ride the sensations of discomfort, invasion and arousal at the tip of my cock... "Stop... please... Miss St-Stephanie, stop it!" As my penis stiffened further, I was desperate to convince myself that I was being 'fingered in there' by a girl and not a boy. I couldn't face becoming erect as a result of what a fellow boy was doing to me... so I called him by his 'girl' name.
 
Of course, Stephen had to make sure he convinced the girls with what he was doing too, hence why he didn't stop straight away. He had a charade to perform, just like me. If the girls weren't happy or satisfied, we would have to start all over.
 
"You're such a baby sometimes," Suzanne giggled at me, my hips still surreptitiously squirming and seeking to avoid prolonged contact between my genitals and the other boy's fingers.
 
<click... click... click...> I heard from the camera being touted by Caroline... capturing what on the face of it was a homosexual act... a serious one too. Nudie boy, a hand around the stiffening cock of another nudie boy... and with a finger probing up inside the foreskin of his companion. All in front a gallery of watching, giggling clothed girls.
 
"Please stop... Miss Stephanie," I whimpered a little more loudly, worried about my self respect as a consequence of the easily now apparent erection forming between my legs. Much longer and I was going to start crying... It was turmoil... I didn't want to cry in front of the girls... I didn't want to cry in front of Stephen, and I certainly didn't want to 'tingle' as a result of what he was being made to do to me... And Christ... I didn't want to even contemplate the risk that I might climax... But it was tingling dangerously, and I was scared it was going to happen. As inexperienced or clumsy as Stephen was with me... There was a danger if it didn't stop soon.
 
"Ohhh... god!" I gasped with unbridled relief as I watched Stephen's finger withdraw finally from my foreskin... I could feel the heartbeat of my chest trying to settle as I awaited the verdict with as much anticipation of the girls supervising us both.
 
I held my breath... With understandable reluctance, Stephen moved his forefinger to his nose and slowly sniffed at it... <sniff> This was crazy... a boy... my friend... was smelling me... smelling what the inside of my foreskin smelled like. In front of all the girls present, he was smelling the finger that had been squirming around under the foreskin of my immature penis... I felt kind of giddy, weak and sick at the thought as the girls watched and giggled at the wickedness of it...
 
Once more, time seemed to slow down for me to fully 'appreciate' my humiliation. And his. But my cock betrayed me... the muscle at the base of my 'boyness' flinched beyond my control, my newly formed erection bobbing a couple of times to show everyone that I had 'enjoyed' the act...
 
"Phillipa is clean..." Stephen said softly, closing his eyes for a moment before steeling himself to look at Alison, his supervisor. "Phillipa's p-penis... is as clean as a girl... Miss Alison."
 
"Then you won't mind me checking, will you?" Alison replied sternly, taking hold of the other boy's hand and moving the fingers to her nose... inhaling... slowly... thoroughly...
 
"Go on then Alison... tell us!" Suzanne smirked. "Is he as clean as a girl, or is Stephanie telling porkie-pies?"
 
"He'll do..." Alison confirmed. "Phillipa gets a green tick for his penis and foreskin inspection..."
 
"Now lick it..." Suzanne instructed the other boy. I was kind of hoping that the girls would overlook that aspect of our inspection, but they weren't about to let this 'harmless' part of our ordeal pass without maximising the visual sensation for them and flexing their control over us as nudie slave boys.
 
"P-please... please don't make me..." Stephen piped up in timid defence, his voice seeking reprieve.
 
"Nope... you're gonna do it... you know the inspection rules... It's one of the main incentives for boys to stay clean... Now lick it!" Suzanne reaffirmed. I felt awful for him, and of course awful for myself, knowing that I was likely... no... I was definitely going to have to do similar very shortly. "It's the only way to be sure..."
 
I winced as hard as Stephen did as he closed his eyes and moved his finger to his mouth, wavering and trembling before poking his tongue out and taking a couple of timid licks with his extended tongue... It was humiliating for me knowing that another boy could taste what the inside of my foreskin was like at that moment. Clean of course... but the impact and symbology of it not wasted on any of us. My tummy was doing somersaults with giddiness and nervous butterflies fluttered away at my insides. My penis bobbed beyond my control... It was awful being there.
 
"Suck it... take it in your mouth... there's a good girl..." Suzanne ordered, amusement and confidence in her delivery in equal measure. With obvious reluctance, Stephen slipped the finger inside his mouth... fully... and began to suck it. "Good girl... suck it like it's Phillipa's little willy... Pretend you're giving your boyfriend a nice long suckle... Mmmm... yeah... suckling right on his wormy little dick... just like the horny little fruit you are..."
 
"Mmmggghhh... Nggghh!" he sounded around the finger in his mouth, protesting at the teasing words of his young mistress. His eyes closed again as he sucked his finger clean under the direction of Suzanne. I watched as his face grimaced in the knowledge at what he had in his mouth... A finger that had been probing my privates... right up inside under the foreskin. He could taste me... he knew it... I knew it... the girls knew it.
 
"Okay, that's enough fun for you..." Suzanne smirked again, instructing the other boy to cease the sucking on his finger. "For now..." With that, Stephen immediately took his finger out and went to dry it on his clothes. But being naked, there was no t-shirt or shorts to wipe it on. So he tried to shake it dry. "So, is Phillipa really as clean as a girl?"
 
"Y-yes, Miss Suzanne," he replied anxiously, still shaking his finger.
 
"Mmmm, good girl Phillipa..." Suzanne smiled at me. "You're doing well so far... and we can all see how much you enjoyed that... look at Phillipa's stiffy girls!! <giggle> Ask the girls to look at your little stiffy and admit to them how much you enjoyed having your willy inspected by a BOY!"
 
"Please Miss Suzanne... I couldn't help it..." I began, but got 'that stern look' from Suzanne that I had better obey her. "O-okay... Girls... please look at my willy... see how st-stiff it is... I w-wish it was a girl who touched me... honest... I prefer girls doing it... but I couldn't help it... My willy is my weakness and... m-my willy got all stiff because of St-Stephanie inspecting me... I can't control it... because I'm a boy... I errrm... <blush> enjoyed it... because I imagined it to be a girl doing it... honest...
L-like everything... girls do it... I mean... touch my penis... girls do it better than boys..."
 
Giggling and satisfied with the overall reaction to my humbling, Suzanne motioned for Stephen to return to his 'perch' and adopt the required 'sit' position before switching her attention back to me... "Come on then, your turn... You do remember how a circumcised boy has his penis inspected in the Club, don't you? You know how Stephanie's inspection is different from yours now don't you?"
 
"I'm errrm... I'm n-not sure Miss Suzanne," I replied shyly, my cheeks colouring with shame again at the prospect of doing anything to another boy's penis. It was true though. I knew I had virtually seen it happen or heard it described at least the day before... But for the life of me, with everything going on and it being so confusing, I couldn't really remember. And given how things were going, I couldn't see that either of us boys had any wiggle room for getting things wrong without consequence... spanking... fingernails rubbing over our pee-slits... maybe worse.
 
"Very well," Suzanne smiled, pride in her voice that she would get to talk even more about boys and their private parts. "In order for a girl... or a boy... to inspect a circumcised boy's penis to the expected standards of Langton Magna Girls' Club... the inspecting girl... or boy <giggle> has to do a basic sniff test first. You will hold the stub of Stephanie's penis in your hand. Then move your head so that your nose is no more than two centimetres from the his bare naked glans... With me so far dummy?"
 
"Y-yes, Miss Suzanne," I replied cautiously. I wasn't sure I could do any of this.
 
"Good, the sniff test enables you to smell for any signs of infection around Stephanie's tiny pee hole, or in the little groove at the back of the ridge of his glans. That's mostly where circumcised boys can attract dirt and grime. Also, particular attention needs to be paid to the underside of a boy's glans... He can still get smelly and infected under there too. So you'll need to rub your fingertip back and forth along the little bumpy bits of gristle left over after the removal of the little banjo string frenulum during his circumcision... Then run your finger all around the groove at the back of his glans like he was able to do to you... And remember, that's where even the laziest of circumcised boys can remain dirty and smelly area. So, chop-chop... Time for you to see how clean your boy friend is around his penis!"
 
I didn't rise to her baiting of me, describing Stephen as my 'boyfriend.' It wouldn't do any good for either of us, would it? So with him in place on his 'podium' in the required position, I climbed down nervously from my own tree stump perch and readied myself in front of the powerless looking penis of my friend... Naked, circumcised, flaccid and hairlessly immature. As smooth as me.
 
"I'm sorry Stephen..." I whispered to my friend. "I don't have a choice... please don't hate me... Use the Force..." His eyes flickered briefly into mine before looking away, obviously embarrassed by what was about to happen between us. With his eyes closed, he nodded quickly a couple of times.
 
"D-do it..." he replied with virtual silence, kind of like he simply mouthed it. He bit his lip, and I bit mine as I looked down at his penis... just waiting there for me to begin my task in front of the girls.
 
'Oh shit... oh shit,' I thought. 'I can't believe I'm going to do this... This is the worst ever...' I mean... I couldn't even pretend that Stephanie was a girl this time... it was clearly a penis, and Stephen was definitely a boy. I couldn't imagine my way out of this one.
 
I reached out with my hand so slowly and nervously, scared to death of making contact with his penis. Using just my thumb and forefinger, I finally grasped the shaft of his penis about midway between the base of his glans and the junction with his body... It felt limp and lifeless, but so warm in between my fingers... I heard him gasp a little as I made contact with him, and took hold...
 
I positioned myself a little closer than I was, bending down a little and moving my head to a couple of inches away from his penis... I lifted my fingers slightly, and thus lifting the tip of his cock outward and upward towards my nose...
 
<sniff> I breathed in as little as I dared to avoid female suspicion or correction. I couldn't believe I was actually smelling another boy's actual penis... breathing in the natural scent of his private parts. I tried to be so gentle with him... he was my friend... my fellow Rebel. I tried so hard to stop my nose from making contact with the glans of his cock as I breathed in. The faintest trace of stale pee filled my senses, as I sniffed around the very tip... Then mixed with a slightly stronger perfume of recent soap... The soapy aroma was weak too, but it was more prominent further along his cock than his glans.
 
As humiliating and shameful as it was to hold a boy's penis in my fingers and smell him there, I was so pleased that I didn't find him to be dirty. In a backhanded way, I started to realise that I could trust Stephen to be clean like me.
 
I paused, swallowed weakly and let go of his penis... It flopped quickly back down to rest over the front of his scrotum, with no sign of sexual arousal. Unlike me. I felt self conscious that perhaps I was secretly gay, even though I knew that I liked girls. My stiffened and tingling penis had told me I enjoyed being inspected by another boy... It still was... Of course, I couldn't help it... sex is sex.
 
"He's cl-clean Miss Suzanne..." I whispered with obvious relief. "Stephanie's p-penis doesn't smell..."
 
"Okay... now the next bit... inspect him properly, like we discussed..." Suzanne encouraged with playful superiority, no doubt getting satisfaction from making us boys do this to each other.
 
I reached out with my hand again and gripped Stephen's penis more firmly this time given the next phase of the inspection. With my free hand, I straightened my forefinger and made my cautious approach, trying to remember where to start, and how. I started by placing the pad of my finger on the top side of his glans and rubbed a few times over the top, in small circles.
 
"Ohhhh... Mmmgghhh..." Stephen winced and grunted at my touch. Maybe it was a little too sensitive there. I wanted to apologise, but I didn't want to prolong the ordeal for either of us, so I just moved on as quickly as I dare without arousing suspicion.
 
<rub... rub... rub...> my finger had found its way to the little groove of his corona, at the back of his glans... I rubbed along it from side to side a few times, feeling the smooth, and dry nature of the skin. The corona itself was a greyish, purple colour, a bit like mine when I had my foreskin retracted.
 
"Ohhhhhh..." he sighed and I saw his hips flinch a little, a bit like mine had earlier. I empathised with the discomfort and shame he was feeling too.
 
I traced my finger slowly from the groove behind his glans, round and down underneath... over the gristly bobbles that had been left behind as part of the operation to remove his foreskin... What was once his frenulum. I circled there a couple of times and heard him gasp a little louder.
 
It was then that I realised that Stephen's penis was starting to thicken and stiffen... He was starting to form an erection, just like I had... I blushed and I could see that he was blushing too, his eyes widening and closing trying to work out what to do for the best. This was going to look bad for both of us.
 
<click... click... click> went the camera as Caroline snapped pictures with the SLR, of me inspecting Stephen's penis.
 
As the penis in my hand stiffened further, my fingertip found the spot just underneath the tip of his glans... I knew from my own experience of girls touching me that this spot was probably the most sensitive, even for him as a circumcised boy. I tried to be as soft and non-invasive as I could. I must have been as clumsy and inexperienced as Stephen was in 'doing' me.
 
<rub... rub... rub...> my fingertip probed over the bumpy skin. I was surprised at how warm his penis was and the pace at which the erection was now becoming total. To maintain control of what I was doing, I had to change position and in so doing, it was now my full hand around the shaft of his erection while the tip of my forefinger continued to rub over the bumpy furrowed ridges on the underside of Stephen's penis...
 
"Nooooo... Phillipa... please stop!" he gasped quietly. I knew how he felt. "No more... you can't... pleeeasssee!! D-don't make it t-tingle..."
 
With that, I suddenly let go, hopeful that the girls would be satisfied that I had been thorough enough in my inspection of a fellow boy's penis. After I let go, the erection was so firm sticking out from the boy's hairless crotch it stayed there in position... occasionally bobbing and betraying the state of sexual arousal he was now in... All because of me... I was so sorry for him. It now looked like he was gay too...
 
'Little fruits...' I could hear various girls teasing us both in our minds.
 
"Wow, Phillipa!" Suzanne teased. "Looks like you have a real talent for inspecting boys <giggle>... Look at that boner you've given your little boyfriend!!" At that, the other girls couldn't stop themselves from giggling too. "So come on... sniff it... and tell us if Stephanie is clean..."
 
With a heavy heart beating away eight to the dozen in my chest and feeling very queasy, I slowly lifted my forefinger to my nose and breathed in again. I was kind of sure that it wouldn't smell bad after the initial test a few long moments before, but it still didn't make the task any more appealing knowing where my finger had just been touching and rubbing.
 
<sniff> I breathed in... Fortunately it was clean... just the hint of soap and clean skin.
 
"He's clean Miss Suzanne..." I offered quickly. "I mean, Stephanie's penis is clean... it doesn't smell..."
 
"Let me double check..." she said, taking hold of my hand again like she had after the navel inspection. She sniffed it and quickly confirmed it was in order and to her satisfaction. "Now lick it..."
 
This was the moment I had been dreading the most up to now during the inspection. Actually licking a finger that had been around another boy's penis? His private parts? But I dared not disobey Suzanne. So after she had let my hand go, I raised my finger to my mouth and let my tongue flicker tentatively from between my pursed lips and made contact. I tasted the delicate and private flavours on it... sensing the clean, soapy taste and barely anything to do with stale pee. As horrific as it was, I was kind of glad.
 
It was still a terrifying thought, what I could taste on my own finger... knowing where it had been... The private taste of another boy. I was on auto-pilot though, obeying as best I could to stay on my mission.
 
"Suck it too..." Alison said joining in with the game once more. "Suck it like it's a little nudie boy's willy! Taste your little boyfriend's cock... suckle him and show him how in love you are with him!" she teased, making the other girls giggle too as our debasement continued.
 
"Ngghmmm..." I protested at her words as I obediently pushed my finger inside my mouth and began to suck... "Nnnnnnggghhhhhh..." I winced as the thought of what I was doing recoiled and rebounded through my preteen mind. The taste wasn't any stronger, but it was the principle of it all as I sucked on my finger diligently until the girls were satisfied.
 
'Phillipa and Stephanie, sitting in a tree...' I heard the girls' rhyme in my mind...
'S, U, C, K, I, N, G!'
 
Finally, and with what I considered to be 'terminal' shame, I let the finger go from inside my mouth and I looked at Alison, ready to give my final verdict.
 
"Go on weakling boy... tell us, you little fruit..." she smiled.
 
"Miss Alison... Miss Suzanne," I began. "Stephanie's penis is clean... as clean as a g-girl..."
 
"Excellent then... that's green ticks for both Stephanie and Phillipa so far," Suzanne announced. "This is going very well so far. But Stephanie, you're equally as happy and excited at having had your willy inspected by another boy aren't you? Tell the girls how happy you are..."
 
"But Miss Suzanne, I can't help it... It just happens... boys c-can't stop it!! Please, you know all this..." he whimpered, hoping to get a free pass from a verbal admission in front of the girls. "It's in the Book Of Boy Secrets... y-you're the ones who showed me!"
 
"Ask the girls to look at your willy, and tell them how happy you are..." she insisted. "Come on, we can all see it... and you can't deny it... you might as well admit it, or..." With that, she pointed directly between his legs. At the very stiff, very tingly looking erection sprouting from his crotch.
 
"Girls... all of you from Langton Magna G-Girls Club," he finally relented and began his admission. It proved to be an announcement that demonstrated his greater experience of Club time than I had... "I w-want you to look at my willy... please... look at it between my legs... I want you to look and see that I'm a boy... a nudie boy... belonging to the weaker sex..."
 
"It's my curse... my weakness and it's worthless... I'm not smart or strong like a girl and I c-can't control my penis. N-not like a girl can. My penis... really b-belongs to girls... It's gone all hard and... t-tingly because of Phillipa... and what he did. I... oh gosh... I enjoyed it... b-because I pretended he was a g-girl... I get so happy when girls play with me... because girls rule... forever..."
 
"Mmmmm, and that we certainly will," Caroline chuckled, leaving the Club members (the full ones) giggling amongst themselves as Stephen was ushered back onto his cushion by Alison. Once more, two fully naked boys were kneeling on their cushion in their required 'sit' position, facing each other. Boner opposite boner, ceremonially placed on their podiums for the clothed girls to gawk at and feel superior over.
 
"And now, as sure as night follows day my little nudie slave boys... it's time for the final part of your inspection today..." the older girl crowed with conspiratorial mischief in her voice. "Naughty little boy bottoms to be inspected!"
 
As the girls giggled at the prospect of the final phase of the traditional inspection being conducted by both of us boys on each other, Stephen and I both protested as respectfully as we dare... insistently begging that the girls would not make us do that to each other. The thought of it was positively mind bending, the ordeal becoming too much to handle. Both of us were beginning to tear up a little.
 
As straight boys, even though we were committed to obeying girls, there were some things that we would protest over until our dying breath. No matter what the consequence... we would never voluntarily obey certain commands... And this was a very big line in the sand.
 
"Please don't make us do that Miss Caroline..." I pleaded with escalating sincerity. "Not our bottoms... not each other... please!! We're both clean today, I just know it... please don't make us do that..."
 
"I feel sick," Stephen added, mirroring my ongoing protest. "I want to go home..."
 
"Hmmmm..." Caroline mused our ongoing protests and the insistence in which we made them, no doubt sensing a boyish mutiny leaving the girls with nobody to play with for the rest of the day. That would really have spoiled the special picnic for them. So she did the best thing she could to remain in overall control of the situation... like a girl. "Well today is our special picnic and we even want you boys to enjoy it too... we're girls, not savages. So you can relax, we won't make you inspect each other's bottom..."
 
"Ohhhh... thank you Miss Caroline," I gasped with obvious relief.
 
"But that doesn't mean the inspection is over... Oh no," Caroline added, about to add the caveat to her concession as she always did. There was always a price to pay for her generosity. "And this is a final offer... you can inspect each other's bottom, or you can submit and let a girl inspect your bottom like normal... However... if you choose to have a girl do the job for you, then you will have to pay a forfeit after the inspection is complete... So nudie boys... what will it be? Boy on boy inspecting each other's bum? Or pay a forfeit AND let a girl inspect you instead?"
 
Life was never simple for boys at Langton Magna Girls' Club was it?
 
"A forfeit?" I asked nervously... my track record with undergoing forfeits in the Club was not brilliant. It was never brilliant. "B-but that could be anything..." I winced, looking at Stephen for support. Maybe he knew what the kind of forfeit would be. He didn't want to put his finger up my bottom any more than I wanted to do that to him too, so the prospect of an 'unknown forfeit' seemed more appealing than something we knew we could not stomach anyway...  
 
"Indeed, it could be anything Phillipa... But you're getting to know us better now, just like we're getting to know you. And as I've said, we're girls, not savages..." Caroline smirked. At that, I relaxed a little, but only a little. I mean, what could be worse for a boy that liked girls, than to be a boy who was now expected to consider putting his finger up another boy's bottom? And then forced to let another boy put his finger up my own bottom too? Well, you'll see.
 
"So, are you boys going to inspect each other back there, or are you going to let a girl do it for you, and then also pay the forfeit? Hmmm?" Caroline asked, looking at me and pressing me for an answer. I looked nervously again over at my friend and saw him looking at me with abject panic on his face. He didn't know what to do for the best either... But given that he was in his second year as a junior member of this club, I trusted his judgement more than I would ever trust a girl here. So I made the choice when Stephen stealthily mouthed this to me...
 
'Forfeit... please... forfeit!'
 
I closed my eyes, searching for the wisdom of past Jedi... hoping that the Light side of The Force would guide me to making a good decision... a palatable decision. I breathed deeply before blurting out,
 
"Forfeit... Please Miss Caroline, we choose a forfeit... We want girls to inspect us."
 
Caroline giggled at the concession I had made on behalf of Stephen and I, and of course giving the girls all the ammunition they would need to tease us now that I had admitted that we both 'wanted girls to inspect our bottoms.' Well, you know what I meant, don't you? Given the choice, I'd rather a girl did it instead of another boy. It didn't mean that I really, really, really wanted a girl to finger my bum hole. Not in my wildest dreams... No, I'd much rather a girl made me feel good in my willy... But that wasn't on the agenda at that point.
 
"Very well Phillipa, your decision is noted..." Caroline said, accepting the decision us boys had made. "Emma, fetch the lotion... Suzanne, you will inspect Stephanie, while Alison inspects Phillipa..."
 
As the object of my first love retrieved the lotion to be used as the inspecting lubricant, Suzanne and Alison readied themselves for their role in the inspection that was about to happen... They took time to position us appropriately for our bottom inspection to take place, that of kneeling down on all fours, boy facing boy... It was quite precarious kneeling there on the cushion, itself positioned on top of the tree stump podia. It wouldn't take much for either of us to fall off our respective perches.
 
"Down you go boys... just like good, obedient little puppy-boys going to the vets again for your next exam!" Suzanne teased as we complied with the respective commands of our 'handlers.' "Good boy Stephanie," she added with a playful pat to his buttocks, Alison following suit and mirroring the words and behaviour of her friend.
 
"I've got a bad feeling about this," I said quietly impersonating the voice of Luke Skywalker and looking into the eyes of my friend.
 
"Me too..." Stephen replied with a whisper... "Ackbar was right..."
 
"Huh? Ackbar?"
 
"You know! Come on Phillip..." he scoffed at my failure to instantly recognise the reference. He then changed his voice to impersonate that of the gruff sounding Mon Calamari leader from Return Of The Jedi... "It's a trap!"
 
Blinking away the previous threat of tears, I chuckled quietly at my friend's use of gallows humour to help manage our situation. That was the true spirit of the Boys' Rebel Alliance. And for the moment, it felt like we had dodged a bullet. At the back of my mind though, and the back of Stephen's too I would imagine, was the fear of the bigger bullet, or even a young feminist missile to follow.
 
Right then, it was time to complete the most humiliating aspect of our inspection and Alison sidled closer to me, teasingly snaking her finger up and down my back, making me shimmy a little as I knelt there on all fours. Almost like she was petting me like a dog, or trying to tame me... not that I needed taming... That happened long, long ago, in a Club hut not too far away.
 
Emma brought over two small bottles of the lotion, one each to be used by Alison and Suzanne against myself and Stephen.
 
"Are you still confident Phillipa?" Alison asked me, popping open the cap of the clear plastic bottle containing the lotion.
 
"Y-yes, Miss Alison..." I replied, swallowing to find my mouth dry with anticipation.
 
"Good... nobody likes a stinky boy... especially not back there..." she said softly. "We don't want any... punishment... for stinky little puppy-boys, do we Phillipa?"
 
"No Miss Alison... I'm clean... I know it..." Feeling the need to try and convince her that I was clean before true test, kind of served to escalate my sense of shame and bring forward the reality of what was about to happen. Having a girl's finger inside my bottom... like I soon would have, transcending to be the pinnacle of my embarrassing submission as a boy member of the Girls' Club. "I promise..."
 
As ever, the youthful muscles inside my tummy clenched along with my buttocks, and I could feel the adrenalin coursing through my body, my heart beating with the tempo of a theatrically dramatic Strauss polka about thunder and lightning. Of course, I knew full well that I was still very clean back there... but it was the familiarity and the routine of the act that brought about my feelings of shame. I was submitting to a girl and this was how I was showing it... proving my subservience to her gender as a lowly representative of my own. I was proving their excellence and superiority as females, by behaving as they directed, and increasingly just letting it happen. She was a girl, and I was a boy... and she could do as she pleased, while I had to 'grin' and bear it...
 
"Then let's get started little puppy-boy," Alison teased, splashing some of the lotion onto her hand with a squelchy-splatter... the sound of the lubricant schlicking (yes, I made that word up) between her hands... "Don't worry, the vet's not going to take your little puppy-boy goolies away today either..."
 
 <giggle> Alison and Suzanne chuckled between each other, relishing the role of playing vets with puppy-boys to attend to for a while.
 
I blushed at their teasing words, reminding me of the shameful role play that Stephen and I had been forced to perform the day before. Those conkers... Our heads were barely a metre from each other as the girls moved to their position behind us... I sensed Alison's eyes staring between my legs from behind, like I could see Suzanne staring from behind my friend... The girls observing our helplessly hanging ball sacs, temporarily hiding our little erect penises... And a little higher up, able to see the timid little starfish shapes of our butt holes that they were about to explore too.
 
Finally, I caught the smell of the lubricating lotion coating Alison's hands, and those of Suzanne as she prepared to inspect my friend too... It reminded me quickly of all the previous times that the girls had inspected me this way... all the different girls who had so far had a 'turn' with me... And then deeper in my mind... another distant, barely remembered memory... days long since forgotten as the pleasant, sweet aroma filled my nostrils... comforting me... relaxing me...
 
--
It was winter, but I wasn't cold... I was at home, my own home and my mother was there... pottering around. The fire was lit and it was nice and cosy in the lounge. Curtains closed... evening time. It must have been near my sixth birthday... and that meant it was nearly Christmas too... I could see myself... bare foot and bare naked except for my underpants... Superman underpants, red and blue with the tell-tale 'S' logo all over.
 
Hanging by the fire was a picture I had painted of an elephant. That had been my entertainment after dinner. Painting pictures and my latest one was an elephant. It wasn't detailed, but anyone looking at it could tell it was an elephant.
 
But now I was watching TV... standing in front of it. The program was a music show called Top Of The Pops... The song 'Super Trouper' was on TV... Abba were singing... I was dancing on my own, mirroring the moves of the pretty blonde singer on TV. I liked her. I remembered liking her, and a singer called Blondie too...
 
Soon, there was commotion in the lounge. And a woman was talking to my mother... something about a Brownie and Girl Guide meeting being cancelled due to bad weather outside. I didn't really pay much attention to what was going on behind me as I continued to dance away like the pretty blonde woman on TV until the song finished.
 
When it did, I heard soft girlish giggling behind me... I turned round and smiled at the sound of their laughter. It was two girls... both of them looked the same... blonde, light blue eyes, hair in pigtails... Faces like angels, and both as pretty as the woman I had just seen on TV. They were twins from three houses down.... Tammy and Donna. Both of them wore their Brownie uniforms... and were nine or ten years old.
 
"Hi Phillip... nice dancing," one of the twins said, I couldn't tell you which. I smiled back at them and said hello, happy to see them. "And look at you... little Superman!"
 
"Come here Superman..." the other twin smiled and beckoned me with her finger. "Let's see what'ya got..." Captivated by her smile and being called 'Superman' I bounded over to stand in front of her, wondering if she had a treat for me...
 
The girl reached out to the front of my underpants, hooked her fingertips into the waistband at the front, pulled it outwards from my body and looked inside... She giggled and smirked as she looked inside my underpants, right at my boy-thing. Because it looked like she was having fun, I giggled too. She let go of my underpants with a 'thwack' as the material left her fingers and snapped back into place, making me gasp. It didn't hurt, so I giggled again, looking away from her.
 
"Hey Tammy... what are you doing?" Donna asked with an uncertain giggle.
 
"Well, I just wanted to see..." the mischievous twin explained quietly. "It's Superman... You remember when we went to see Superman at the cinema and when he was a boy... all naked after landing on Earth... We saw his willy, and I just wanted to see if Phillip was the same... which he is!"
 
"Oh yeah!" Donna giggled. "All the cub scouts on the trip were embarrassed weren't they when it showed Superman's willy!! That was my favourite bit!!"
 
"Yeah me too... it was fun teasing all the boys about that..." Tammy agreed. "But anyway, you can look too... at this one, I mean... He's a boy, and we're girls... we're allowed, remember?"
 
"Hey Phillip, are you like Superman too? Big and strong?" Donna asked, taking her turn.
 
"Yep... Superman!" I replied gleefully, making a whooshing noise and pretending to fly around the room until returning to my place in front of the girls.
 
"Do you want to be like the real Superman in the film when he first comes to Earth? Like a Super Boy?"
 
"Uh-huh..." I nodded believing that I might receive some sort of special power that might make me really fly.
 
"Then hold still... you don't need those to be Super Boy!" Donna smiled, taking her turn to reach out and grab the waistband of my underpants... tugging them quickly downward and exposing my little boyishness to them both. The girls giggled at me, and I giggled with them as they helped me step out from the underpants at my ankles.
 
"There you go... Super Boy... all nudie and ready to play!" Donna beamed. I wasn't bashful at all as my little penis stared right back at the two girls in their Brownie uniforms. "Why don't you fly for us and show us how tall and strong you can be?"
 
With that, I whooshed around the room as fast as I could, pretending to be Superman, or Super Boy... my little naked private parts flapping and flopping around from side to side as the girls watched me. When I finally got back to stand in front of them, I stretched my arms high into the air and parted my legs, imagining that I was lifting something very heavy to show off my imaginary strength and my masculine powers.
 
"Oh you look sooooo... Super!" Donna smiled at me, not taking her eyes off my privates. She reached out and ruffled her fingers through my hair.
 
"Oh hey look..." Tammy said, seemingly changing the subject. "Phillip's painted a picture... how cute. Looks like an elephant..."
 
"Have you been painting nice pictures today Phillip?" Donna asked me and I nodded.
The paints and brushes were still on the lounge table. "Do you like elephants?"
 
"Yep... they're my favourite animal," I replied, relaxing my pose, not in the least bit interested in covering my boy parts. I didn't really know any different and it didn't feel naughty to be naked in front of the two girls. I was having fun as much as they were.
 
"Come here then... I have an idea..." Donna said exchanging a smirk with her sister. "Let's paint an elephant on you..." She took hold of a paintbrush and handed one to her sister. "It'll be fun... but hold still, this might tickle a little..."
 
With that, the two girls began to dab their brushes into the grey coloured paint and applied them to my crotch... Donna was right, it did tickle as the brushes traced over my pubis... I giggled... harder than even the girls were as they painted me... I looked down and saw two wide and round shapes being painted onto my lower tummy and hairless little pubis...
 
"These are the ears of the elephant Phillip... nice and big so you can hear better..." Tammy teased as the brushes tickled over my sensitive skin. The feeling of the cool paint immediately beginning to dry on my skin was prevalent.
 
<giggle>
 
I could barely contain myself, my hips giving a ticklish shimmy as the girls applied more paint to my body...
 
"This is way better than reading a book about boys at Brownies, don't you think?" Tammy said to her twin.
 
"Oh yeah... Phillip is the real thing..." Donna agreed, enjoying her task. "We're so lucky living here..."
 
The girls dipped the brushes into the grey paint again and began to focus their attention on my little ball bag and penis...
 
"Now this is your little trunk Phillipa... just like a real little boy elephant!" Tammy giggled as she applied the brush to the stalk of my immature little penis.
 
"Ha-hah-ha!" I called out, giggling at the ticklish nature of the brush bristles as the paint was applied to my skin, up and down along my little shaft... and the tingly funneled foreskin at the end... Donna was doing an equally thorough job of painting my scrotum too... my private parts turning quickly grey.
 
As I giggled and struggled to stand still for the two grinning and eager girls, my little boy part began to stiffen, tickled into tingly salute of my mistresses by the paintbrushes swashing grey paint all over my ball sac and penis. It felt wonderful as the girls had fun with me. Their laughter made me feel even better. They were happy, and so was I.
 
"There... a neat little trunk for the little elephant boy... all the better for spraying water with!" Donna teased.
 
"Yeah... just like Brown Owl says... a stiff one means a happy boy that's having fun too..." Tammy agreed. "Now... hold still Phillipa, we're nearly done... just the little details."
 
With that, the two girls chose different colours... a little pink over the grey circles to define the insides of the ears... a little white to draw a 'tusk' down each side of my scrotum... more white to make the whites of the elephant's eyes in the middle of my hairless pubis... and finally a little black, to make the pupils of the eyes and neat little eyebrows...
 
"There... an elephant boy! Do you like it Phillip?" Tammy asked.
 
Well of course I liked it... my little trunk was all stiff and tingly and everyone seemed to be having fun.
 
"Mom... come look at this... Mrs White... come see!" Donna shouted towards the kitchen where the women were talking.
 
"Yeah come look... Phillip's turned into an elephant!" Tammy giggled.
 
"Quick Phillip," Donna whispered and gesturing with her hands, "put your hands behind your head so they can see..." Caught up in the fun, I obeyed the girl, placing my hands behind my head... like a good boy.
 
As the two women entered the lounge they gasped with amusement and surprise. The twins' mother, and my own stood with hands over their mouths as they surveyed me... the naked little elephant boy with the stiff little trunk between his legs. A fresh burst of giggles erupted between all four females looking at me. Of course, I giggled too... I didn't know any better.
 
The girls were praised for being so inventive and for being a good source of play for me..."
 
--
As quick as it began, the flashback faded into a clouded fog, focussing my attention to where I was and what was happening to me and Stephen. Even after speaking to my mother, I didn't fully know what these flashbacks really represented... was it my imagination or was everything I seemed to be remembering actually true after all? And why had I forgotten these events anyway?
 
Like with all of the flashbacks, I felt embarrassed at the thoughts that I seemed to submit to and permit into my mind. 'Ohhhh god...' I thought, blushing scarlet at what it represented. Two other girls, pretty girls, pulling my pants down and seeing me naked... Painting my willy to make me their little elephant boy...
 
'Oh god forgive me... I let them see me... I didn't stop them... I let them pull down my pants... and look at me... And I let them paint my privates... They were girls... and they were allowed... the girls said so...'
 
"Here we go then nudie boy," Alison announced from behind me, trying to soothe me. "Be a good little puppy-boy and relax... it'll ALL be over soon... Every little puppy-boy has to be examined like this, so be brave... like a girl... Okay?"
 
"Yes, Miss Alison," I grunted with nervous expectation, with the similar announcements being made opposite me, ready for Stephen to be inspected by Suzanne too. "I'll be brave... just like a girl..." I tensed my body and breathed in sharply to prepare myself, sensing my friend do the same. The big dipper of humiliation was about to start once more.
 
Without further delay, Alison squirmed her finger between the slightly spread buttocks of my bottom, a sensation that instantly made me draw even harder breath and keep it in. She had found my perineum... the sensitive and vulnerable spot between my scrotal sac and my puckered anus. Taming me, and trying to steady me to her will, she gently rubbed back and forth a little for an arousing moment or two...
 
"Gosshhhhhh... Mmmmm...!" I whimpered quietly as I submitted to the sensation, my hips and thighs lurching forward. It was by now a familiar feeling... the physical contact that announced that a girl was taking control of me by touching my bottom. My erection never waned... instead flexing a little more several times as she rubbed that secret little place.
 
She rubbed higher and higher into the crease of my bottom, gradually seeking out the wrinkled hole of my anus... Like the other girls had done, she took time to run her fingertip around the edge in neat little circles... teasing me... lubricating me sufficiently to enable her to continue without causing undue distress.
 
"Mmmmggghhh..." I breathed as her fingertip continued to circle my nervous little hole, feeling the slippery coating of her finger transfer to my own skin, making me feel wet and squishy back there... making me feel dirty. It tickled too and the emotional cocktail of naughtiness, dirtiness and sexual arousal mixed in together hazed my mind.
 
"That's it Phillipa... hold nice and still like a good little puppy-boy..." Alison soothed again as her finger tightened the circles around my anus and threatened to push inside me. "Poor little Phillipa... at the vets... too scared to do this for another puppy-boy, aren't you?"
 
"Yes, Miss Alison," I gasped at the sensation of her slippery-slick fingertip against my anus. My muscles tensed, resisting the threat of the girlish invader for now.
 
"Little boys were too scared to do it to each other... and want a girl to do it to them instead... that's right isn't it Phillipa?"
 
"Ohhhh... Miss Alison... yes... it's true... I'm scared..."
 
"Then yelp like a puppy for me... and ask me to finger you... like a girl..."
 
"Y-yelp... yelp..." I sounded, feeling quite pathetic and embarrassed to make such noises, especially in the position I was in. "Ohhh Miss Alison... do it... please... YELP! F-finger me... like a girl..."
 
<giggle> Her giggling served to intensify my blushes as her finger continued to circle around my anus...
 
"You too Stephanie... yelp like a doggy-boy and ask me to do you too..." Suzanne added brightly, sensing the joy of a new escalation in the humiliating game of inspection. "Unless you want a smacked arse!" <giggle>
 
"M-Miss Suzanne... I was, scared too... Mmmmggghhh... ouch... because I'm just a boy... I mean... we're just boys... And we're the weaker sex... who need, girls to do things properly... ouch... s-sorry... ouch-ya... god... YELP... yelp... I'm your naughty nudie puppy-boy... P-please... Nnngghhhh... finger me like... a... girl..." <blush>
 
As he made his more experienced delivery to his handler's demands, I could see the excruciating embarrassment etched across his face as Suzanne was no doubt tracing her finger in small circles around his anus too... ready to pounce. I could only begin to imagine what was making him say 'ouch' as she prepared him for invasion.
 
"Relax then boys... or this will hurt you more than it could possibly hurt us," Alison giggled. "Come on..."
 
With reluctance, I held my breath tight and pushed back outward with the muscle of my sphincter, in an attempt to make my body relax. It worked... and my resistance to the finger faltered. Alison felt it, and on her own boy, Suzanne must have felt it too. There was a dizzying sensation at the entrance to my bottom as Alison's finger finally penetrated inside me... quite a way for a first venture.
 
"Mmmgghhh!!" I grunted and finally allowed myself to breath again as her finger squirreled up and around inside my anus. It wasn't painful... it was the discomfort and the feeling of humiliation of a girl doing to me. It never changed. Stephen opposite me grunted too, his eyes remaining firmly shut as he rode his own emotional rollercoaster.
 
The finger withdrew from my bottom completely, making me gasp yet again... I wondered if it were over so quickly... the hope quickly dashed when I heard the girl squeeze a little more of the lotion onto her fingers before resuming her position behind me.
 
<prod... prod...> and inside Alison's finger went, back up beyond my anus, inside my bottom with a squelching feeling like taking a dump in reverse. Her stiffly crooked finger began to move gently in and out, each time working a little further into my bottom. I grunted and breathed deeply as I rode her invasive digit as best I could without making it look as though I were enjoying it too much.
 
<in... out a little... in... out a little... in a bit more... out a little less...> It continued as her finger explored the inside of my bottom, inspecting me and giving her the power to assess my state of cleanliness.
 
"Ohhhhh... Jeez... Ohhhh... gosh..." I whimpered as her slippery finger penetrated me and made me submit to her. Each gyration and gentle thrust keeping me firmly under her control. This was a girl who gained enjoyment from doing this to a boy... Not in a malicious way... but exploring her dominance and power over a boy by fingering his bottom for her enjoyment... She was giggling at my reaction... her subject... and knew it was her that was making me act and respond like I was.
 
"Good girl Phillipa..." Alison praised me quietly. "You see? We can tell how much boys like this part of the inspection too... You're still sooooo stiff down there!! <giggle>" Immediately, I felt her free hand briefly leave my buttock and tug gently downward on my undeniable erection still betraying me underneath between my legs...
 
"Ohhhh... MmmmmMisssss... Alison!" I breathed deeply as I felt all my muscles contract at the dual sensation of having my penis tugged and my bottom fingered at the same time. I was enjoying it again... despite the shame... I could feel my arousal in my mind, in my bottom and in my privates.
 
"Now... fuck my finger..." she commanded with gleeful wickedness.
 
I obeyed her command and began to push back with my buttocks against her, listening curiously as Suzanne gave similar instructions to my friend opposite me...
 
"That's it Stephanie... pretend it's a little willy pushing in and out of your bum instead... Squirm all over it... like it's Phillipa's wormy little cock! What a horny little fruit you are... say it!!"
 
"Ohhh please Miss Suzanne..." he replied with a weakened whimper. <squeeze> "OWWWWWW!" he cried out suddenly as Suzanne gripped his testicles tightly between his legs.
 
"Say it, worm!" she grizzled.
 
"Owwwww... okay... okay... I'm a horny... little... fruit..." Stephen relented, his eyes barely able to look at mine such was his shame.
 
"Good girl... now tell Phillip that you love him..." Suzanne pressed on with her antics. "And look at him when you say it... so we know you mean it..."
 
"Ohhh gosh... I'm sss-sorry Phillip..." Stephen began, his voice faltering with the onset of fresh tears threatening him while Suzanne's finger controlled him. "I... l-love... you... Phillip..."
 
"Your turn Phillipa," Alison sniggered, continuing to work her finger up and down inside my bottom, occasionally wriggling the tip and first knuckle devilishly around inside, heightening the sensation. "Tell Stephen that you love him... and as you do, look at him and imagine my finger is his horny little boner instead!"
 
I closed my eyes for a few seconds to summon up the courage to obey the girl in charge of me, feeling her finger controlling and dominating me. I knew I had no choice...
 
'They're just words... they don't mean anything...' I thought, trying to convince myself... and imagining that my friend could read my thoughts like a Force whisper too... 'They don't mean anything when you say them to a boy... it's just words... It's Emma you love... you can do it... It's not his willy inside you... it's a girl's finger... Think of Emma... her finger...'
 
"Come on... say it Fruity!!" Alison encouraged with more insistence.
 
"Mmmmggghhh... oh gosh... oh gosh... Stephen... I... errrm... I love you too..." I gabbled with barely any coherence. As I said it, I looked at Stephanie and saw him looking back at me, lost in his own chaotic thoughts. His eyes looked as though he were struggling to focus as Suzanne banged his bottom with her finger. There was no hatred for me at least... After all, we had been forced to say it...
 
The 'mock declaration' of love between us two boys seemed to appease the girls who watched on from the audience, particularly the two 'boy handlers' conducting this part of the inspection. I just hoped that Emma knew I didn't mean it either. Surely she knew, but I prayed anyway that she wouldn't believe what I had been made to say. It was another monkey on my back for me to worry about in a week where a whole jungle full of monkeys seemed to take my back as their new home.
 
"Oooohh, good boys... we're nearly done..." Suzanne giggled.
 
"Phillipa and Stephanie, kneel under the tree... getting fingered by the girls, and happy as can be!" Anita giggled to our side, starting a fresh rhyme. "Stephen declared his love for Phillip and Phillip did the same. It's so much fun to watch the boys enjoy their fruity games!"
 
"Nnngghhh, ohhhhhh..." Stephen whimpered opposite me, horrified by the sensation in his bottom, what it signified, and then listening to Anita's cruel teasing rhyme. I knew exactly how he felt.
 
"Wow... you girls have them right under control!" Caroline beamed to our side too, snapping away with the camera, capturing fresh photos of the sordid capitulation that us boys were succumbing to. "I can see by the look on their faces how much they are enjoying this... listen to them panting and gasping... I should imagine that they will have stiff little cocks at the end too... Come on boys... say the Boys' code like you did yesterday... Give in and admit the truth..."
 
"Oh god!! Please!! Please stop..." I whimpered and grunted against Alison's invasive finger inside my bottom...
 
"Come on... both of you... say the code and we'll stop..." Suzanne added, backing her sister's command as one would have expected from her. "Go on... one... two... three..."
 
As boys we relented, wanting that sensation in our bottoms to be over as soon as possible... and we obeyed, starting immediately as soon as Suzanne's countdown prompt had finished...
 
"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..."
 
"Girls rule forever!" Caroline said as soon as we finished. Her voice brimming with the passion of young feminism. And as always, the other girls repeated the 'amen' with precise unification to the cause of female supremacy.
 
"All done," Suzanne and Alison then decreed with equally orchestrated union.
 
<squish... pop...> The finger left my bottom, allowing me to feel the brief sensation of 'openness' back there as my sphincter gratefully closed and enable me to fully clench my buttocks, trying to hide my shame.
 
"Ohhhh... god..." I gasped with the relief of the invading digit leaving my body. My friend opposite me displayed similar relief as the fingering finally ceased.
 
"Sit up boys... it's results time," Suzanne commanded, and both of us nudie boys gingerly changed our position to the required 'sit' and awaited our fate. The two girls, our 'handlers,' moved back round to stand in a position that they could address us directly and of course progress the final stages of the inspection...
 
Sure enough, both Stephen and I were still sporting the most prominent of erections that our respective penises could have done. I looked down between us and saw the boners... rampant and in salute from our hairless crotches. We were sexually aroused, and no mistake.
 
"Like I said girls..." Caroline noted with satisfaction. "The two nudie slave boys enjoyed that... a lot!! <giggle> It never fails on a boy... two days running... two little boners... all because of a girl's finger inside them... The Book Of Boy Secrets never lies!" At that, the other girls giggled too along with their leader, no doubt assessing the two stiff penises on display.
 
As embarrassing as it was, my heart still raced and I felt a sexual giddiness like I wanted to have a climax... One way or another I needed to reset the scoreboard and that was one of the keys to my submission... Stephen and I, two boys, nibbling at the bait on the fishing lines belonging to the girls.
 
"Okay let's see how clean or dirty you boys are today..." Caroline said, refocusing the meeting.
 
If ever there was a moment I should feel some confidence about my personal cleanliness, it should have been then. After the bath that Suzanne had given me the previous night, and of course the second bath I had taken that very next morning before the picnic, I was pristine. As pristine as I could be. I knew it. And I was pretty sure that Stephen would be too. But my confidence wilted for a different reason. It was Suzanne who moved to stand closer to me, while Alison stood next to Stephen.
 
I gulped with horror.
 
'They're girls... not savages... they're girls... not savages...' I ruminated in my mind, trying to block out the thoughts of terror passing through my mind. 'They wouldn't do that... they wouldn't do that... they're girls...'
 
"Look at my finger Phillipa... is it dirty?" Suzanne asked me... Oh gosh... they were going to do it... I nervously looked at Suzanne's finger, the one that had been up inside Stephen's bottom... I felt awful, trepidation, my kneeling knees trembling as I swallowed hard... In front of her, she held up her finger and moved it around, showing me the sordid digit that had so recently been pushing in and out of my friend's bottom, exploring him and checking him...
 
I continued to stare at it, time seemingly slowing down such that I could hear the slow, heavy heartbeat like the special effect in a film...
 
<bump-bump... bump-bump...>
 
I noticed of course, like always, that the invasive finger still looked slippery, and gooey as a result of the lotion used as a lubricant. As disgusting as the thoughts were that were fleeting through my mind... where the finger had been... and what it had been doing... I felt the mildest moment of relief and happiness when I saw it. It looked clean...
 
"It's clean... Miss Suzanne..." I said quietly, swallowing hard and finding my mouth dry once more. "Just... it's just lotion..."
 
"Then you believe Stephen to be clean then?"
 
"Y-yes... Miss Suzanne..." I blinked, tears threatening me as I knew what was coming next.
 
"Very well... but just to make sure... smell it..." she smiled wickedly, glancing back at the mortified boy opposite me. He was blushing scarlet with shame, just like I felt.
 
"Pl-please Miss Suzanne... I c-can't... He's a boy..." I gabbled, my voice sounding weak and pathetic. "Not his... bum... please!"
 
"Oh of course you can do it Phillipa... Of course you can... you're a nudie slave boy who obeys girls... That's all you have to do... it's not like we're asking you to try and beat a girl in a maths test at school or anything..." she remarked sincerely, before taking a firm grip of my boyish erection with her clean hand, and leaning close to my ear...
 
<squeeze, squeeze...>
 
"Mmmmm... ohhhh..." I gasped. "Noooo... please!"
 
"Last night," she whispered so that the others couldn't hear... "You promised to obey me... remember? Obey me, whatever... You made a promise when I caught you ogling my arse, so that I wouldn't tell Emma that you're a pervy little starer..." <squeeze... squeeze...> "So now you're going to smell my finger like a good, obedient little boy and you're going to announce to the whole Club whether Stephanie is as clean as a girl, or dirty as a boy... Okay?" <squeeze... squeeze...>
 
"Uh-huh... I mean y-yes Miss Suzanne... please don't tell..." I whispered in reply, my stomach churning with the impending terror. As Suzanne let my penis go, and offer her finger towards me again, the only way I could manage my thoughts and feelings was to remember the previous day's bout of 'puppy training.' Stephen and I had been commanded to sniff at each other's bottom like dogs... I somehow managed to do that... so I tried very hard to convince myself that I could do this too... Even so, I couldn't stomach the desire to smell a finger that had been right up inside another boy's bum... I had no desire to do that at all... but I had to obey... I was only eleven and didn't want Emma to know I had stared at Suzanne's bottom. That's how love worked at that age.
 
As lightly as I thought I could reasonably get away with, I sniffed at Suzanne's finger... Once, twice and maybe a third time. As shallow as I could. The thought of it was revolting.
 
'Thank god...' I mused with relief when all I could smell was more of the slippery lotion that had been used to help her get inside him. The sweet smelling lotion that seemed so familiar... and nice... and offered me a further look back at what I was rediscovering as vignettes from my past...
 
--
"Look mummy... I'm an elephant!" I giggled, waggling my hips from side to side and making a joyfully shrieking sound as my best effort to mimic a real elephant... "Look at my little trunk..." With that, I continued to make the elephant noise, this time running up to my mother, taking my little penis in my hand and shaking it from side to side as I shrieked. Then in front of the twins' mother... and finally, taking turns to shake my grey painted little stiffy in front of the two giggling and staring girls.
 
It seemed to be so much fun for them... so I felt happy too... Somehow, I remembered that it felt cheeky... maybe a little naughty to be doing that. The two girls, in their smart Brownie uniforms seemed to particularly enjoy the show of my little elephant trunk... The one they had given me... and because they laughed and smiled and stared at it... I liked them looking at it too...
 
"Awwww, Phillip, you look so cute..." my mother beamed, happy with my performance. "But it won't be long before bedtime and we don't want any paint to get all over your jim-jams... do we?"
 
"No mummy," I replied like the well mannered little boy I was.
 
"So, be a good boy and stand in front of the girls like you'd welcome a guest into the home and ask them politely to give you a bath and make you nice and clean again before bed..."
 
With that, I giggled and stood to attention in front of the two smirking girls and placed my hands obediently down at my sides. I could see them looking, never taking their eyes off my stiff little elephant boy trunk. Somehow, I liked that they were looking at me there, as I didn't know any different.
 
"Please Miss Tammy and Donna..." I smiled without a care in the world, not least my total nudity in front of them and the humiliating elephant caricature painted all over my privates. "Will you give me a bath and help me get all clean again?"
 
"Oh we'd love to Phillip," Tammy smiled wider still at the thought of getting to bath a boy. "We've never bathed a little elephant boy before... have we Donna?"
 
"No we haven't... it'll be good fun I'm sure," Donna added, her smile matching that of her twin. "Then we'll make you a little Super Boy again... big, strong... and nudie!!"
 
I giggled with them as they led me upstairs... and gave me my bath... Of course, they got me clean... and of course, they spent the longest time possible cleaning around my privates... checking and re-checking to make sure all of the paint was gone... It felt nice as they cleaned me, examined me and fondled me... They even checked to see if any paint had gone up my bottom. But I smiled with them... giggled with them... and remained erect for them.
 
"Who would have thought that giving a boy a bath could be soooo much fun!" Tammy said quietly to her sister.
 
"He's been stiff all the time since we finished painting him!" the other responded with a chuckle.
 
"Uh-huh, that means he's having lots and lots of fun and likes girls looking after him..." Tammy theorised from wherever she had learned 'boy theories' from previously. "You like having girls get you clean... don't ya Phillip?"
 
"Yeah..." I giggled dizzily as I felt her grip my penis through a soapy flannel and rubbing it back and forward along my little erection and over my ball sac.
 
"Don't forget to skin him back and wash what's hidden inside and underneath too..." the twins' mother said, entering the bathroom with my mother and seeing where her daughters were up to with my bath.
 
"How do you mean mom?" Tammy asked curiously, letting the flannel fall into the water and running her bare soapy hand up and down my little hairless stiffy.
 
"Let him go a moment... here, let me show you..." her mother said, kneeling down at the side of the bath. "Stand up Phillip... let the girls see how to skin the rabbit..." Without a thought, I stood up in the bath, obeying her command. And why not? She was a friend of my mother... and female. To be female was to be a carer... who looked after me... girl or woman. Females cared for me and looked after me... and females of course, told me what to do. "That's it... hands on your head... just like that... good boy!"
 
After applying some soap to her hands, she took hold of my little penis, making me gasp as I stood there naked and obedient in the bath. Her fingers rubbed the soap all over the tip of my penis, making it feel really tingly and nice and slippery as she touched me. I giggled...
 
"Watch girls... this is how to skin the rabbit... We have to carefully draw the boy's foreskin back like this..." she continued, gripping my shaft a little tighter with one hand, then using the delicate fingers of the other to grip the skin covering my glans, right below the bulbous little mushroom shaped glans.
 
"Mmmmm... Ngggghhhh..." I sighed with wonder as I felt the woman pull down on my foreskin, tugging it gently back fully in one movement, the soapiness of her fingers easing the process... It clicked into place with a 'pop' sensation as it nestled behind the coronal ridge of my purple-pink glans.
 
"There... he's retracted now and we can see ALL of his little trunk..." the woman cooed with pride, as her daughters looked on at my now very different looking little penis. "No more hiding away his little secret... Look how wonderfully pink and healthy he is under there..."
 
"Wow!" the girls giggled as their mother pointed out all the newly revealed little details of my tingling little trunk... "It sure looks different now... like a little slug!"
 
"Well, little boys are made of slugs and snails and puppy dog tails... and elephant trunks!" the woman giggled, sharing the girls' amusement. "And only when they're skinned back like this, can we see everything they try to hide and get them properly clean... like this..." With that, she ran her soapy fingers all my stiffened boy-shaft, rubbing the palm of her hand all over the top and bottom of my glans... rubbing like Aladdin at the magic lamp then kind of milking it... squeezing gently and pulling outward. It felt dreamy...
 
"Ohhhh... that tickles," I gasped, then giggled hard and tried to close my legs around her hand. My bodily reactions also made me try to move her hands away from me with my own as midriff wriggled, and I squirmed on the soles of my feet in the bath.
 
"Phillip, be a good boy and stand still, we're nearly done... Hands back on your head, there's a good boy..." my mother instructed me as I apologised to the woman and obediently did my best to stand still and let her clean me. I couldn't stop giggling though, and the girls continued to smile as they watched.
 
"Am I a <giggle> good elephant boy?" I asked, squeezing my interlocked fingers together on top of my head and trying hard not to close my legs around her hand again. My hips still swayed from side to side and my buttocks were clenched tight as I tried hard to ride the feelings in my sensitive body.
 
"Oh you're a very good elephant boy Phillip..." the woman praised me as she continued to display me and what she was doing to me for her daughters. Then she continued to address her girls... "It's important to get little boys clean all around here with the skin back like this... Boys get very smelly, very quickly under there if you're not thorough with them... I'm afraid Mother Nature didn't realise that boys would be so lazy when she designed them..." With that, the girls giggled further with their mother as they watched what she was doing to me with fascinated interest.
 
"Can we do this to Mark and Peter when they come to stay next time mummy?" Tammy asked with the excitement of answered curiosity and learned power.
 
"Duh!" Donna said dismissively to her sister. "They're eleven and thirteen... there's no way we'll be allowed to do this to older boys..."
 
"Of course you can," their mother said brightly, rinsing off my penis and lifting me out of the bath. She handed a towel each to the two girls and they set about drying me... "You're girls, and your cousins are just boys... They may be a little older, but they're not as mature or as smart as you are. And now you know how to look after boys through what you've learned at Brownies and here with Phillip, there's no reason for you not to start taking charge of the boys..."
 
"You can come back and bath Phillip any time... it's clear to look at him that he likes you," my mother added.
 
"I like them..." I smiled as the girls towelled me dry from top to toe and all the little parts in between. I didn't know any better.
 
"So we'll get to be in charge of the boys and teach them why girls are better?" Tammy grinned, towelling between my legs firmly... making me pant as my little penis tingled. "Do they know?"
 
"Not yet," their mother explained. "Given what your Auntie Stella has told me though, they need a few lessons in respect for the superior sex... And what better way than letting their younger cousins help me with their correction? They'll be here between Christmas and New Year... so there will be plenty of time to educate them better." The girls giggled as their mother spoke. "I bought you a present to give to them... a nice brand new thirty centimetre ruler each, both pink plastic and with their names etched in light blue on them... Such a useful tool... rulers aren't just for measuring little things as you know... Soon, the boys will understand that girls can rule, with the ruler!!"
 
After toweling me off between the legs, my mother had me lie down on my back on the bath mat and I looked like a baby waiting for his nappy... Of course, my stiff little penis still saluted them.
 
"Wow... his little willy is still hard... is that normal?" Tammy asked her mother.
 
"He's had that... er-erection for a very long time now," Donna added with surprise and looking at her mother. But it was actually my own mother who answered...
 
"Mmmm... we'll have to see to that before bed time... A boy with a woody like that is a little overexcited and he'll struggle to get to sleep. Here..." my mother said, handing a bottle of lotion to the two girls, "try this... Work it into his skin... It's to stop his pyjamas from chafing the skin around his bottom and little winky..."
 
The girls used the sweet smelling lotion on me... first turning me onto my front and rubbing it all over my buttocks... into the crease of my bottom, and including all over my little anus... It made me gasp and squirm around on the mat, my bottom raising high into the air as they lotioned me, much to their collective amusement. All the while, the two Brownies were being coached by the obviously more experienced women... their mother and my mother.
 
Then the twin girls turned me back over so I was face and 'penis up...' They took turns to rub the lotion all over my stiffened and tingly penis and scrotum... rubbing... massaging... gripping gently... pulling... tweaking and then, quite obviously wanking...
 
Their fingers were so delicate and soft, and warm as they masturbated me... With my foreskin still retracted, my glans throbbed. Suddenly I sighed and whimpered beyond control as my little hips finally shook and shimmied with the sweet reward of my docility and submission to the girls... A nice, powerful dry cum... I couldn't tell you which twin girl it was that finally set the climax off... I could barely remember anything more about what happened... but inside my mind... I could remember that something happened. And it felt nice... the sweet smell of the lotion... the sweet tingly feeling of dry orgasm... the sounds of young girls giggling at me.
 
My penis quickly wilted and the four females began to talk about other things, their mission complete.
 
I was allowed to play with the girls... still fully naked, for an hour or so afterwards, while the lotion dried off on my skin. Down in the lounge, I continued to be a nudie little Superboy for them... and Luke Skywalker and Han Solo, as the girls watched and made me run around, fetching things for them and rewarding me with kisses on the lips and little playful tugs on the little elephant boy's trunk. Tiring me out...
 
"He'll sleep well tonight Patty..." the twins' mother giggled, as Tammy finally pulled up my pyjama bottoms for me... The memory faded...
 
--
As I smelled the finger at my nose, I recognised the smell of the lotion and why it had triggered another memory within me. After bathing me, the twins had fondled me and wanked me as they applied the LOTION to me. That sweet aroma... They did it to me... while they were supposed to be caring for me too.
 
'I didn't know any better...' I mused... 'The girls... rule... then and now... They're allowed... they've always been allowed... because... because they're smarter... they're more mature... and they're superior to boys... We can't stop them...' I couldn't understand why I was only remembering all of these events now...
 
"Well Phillipa... is Stephanie as clean as a girl? Or as dirty and stinky as a boy?" Suzanne pressed me for an answer. "Come on, tell the girls..."
 
"Please Miss Suzanne..." I croaked, having to clear my throat, given the metaphorical frog trapped inside. "Ladies... errrm... His, bottom is cl-clean... Stephanie is as clean as a girl... I promise..."
 
"There... that wasn't so difficult after all was it Phillipa?" Suzanne smiled, happy that I had obeyed her. "And your little boner STILL betrays you!" The other girls giggled as attention switched to Alison, who was about to hold her finger up to Stephen's nose... the finger that had been up inside my bottom... It was time for my verdict next.
 
"Excellent Phillipa, well done," Caroline took time to praise me from her garden chair 'throne,' camera still touted in her hands. "You did well completing the final part of Stephanie's inspection, in the end... though you will pay the forfeit soon enough. Congratulations Stephanie, you have green ticks all the way today... long may that continue to spare your bottom the sting of an easily preventable spanking! But now, your reward to the task of completing Phillipa's inspection... Go on Alison... tell him..."
 
"Stephanie," Alison began, holding her hand up to Stephen's face, the slick and slippery looking finger just centimetres from his nose. He looked aghast and I could imagine he was feeling every bit as nauseous as I had been just a few moments earlier. "Do you believe this finger is clean? Or is it dirty?"
 
As I waited for Stephen to deliver his verdict, my pulse raced... I mean, I knew I was clean... but the anticipation of hearing it being confirmed was agony. Worry and shame at the same time...
 
"Yes... Miss Alison..." Stephen confirmed, his voice wavering with defeat as he looked at me. It looked like he was asking me for some sort of forgiveness. "It's clean... except from the lotion... that's why it's all slippery looking."
 
"So you believe Phillipa to be clean... inside his bottom today? You think he should pass the inspection? Hmmm?" she pressed on at the other boy. .
 
"Y-yes... Miss Alison..."
 
"Hmmm... okay then... Let's confirm it... Smell it too... just to make sure!!" she smirked, revelling in the power of dominating my friend in this way, making him perform such unspeakable acts of nastiness.
 
And so, I watched my new best friend smell the girl's finger as it was positioned closer still to his nose... He breathed in a couple of times, closing his tearful eyes and blinking several times as he breathed in the lotion... and hopefully nothing else... I hoped that there was no other scent. That would be so shameful for me.
 
"Well? Is Phillipa as clean as a girl too? Or as dirty as a stinky little boy?" Alison quickly pressed Stephen for an answer as she moved her hand away from him.
 
There was a dramatic pause... kind of like the calmness that descends in a horror film right before something terrible happens or a loud noise follows that scares the audience into jumping out of their skins.
 
"Ph-Phillipa..." Stephen began shakily, looking at me for a moment or two that made me think the worst. "Phillipa is as clean as a girl... Miss Alison... His b-bottom is clean... I promise..." Upon conclusion, he licked his lips slightly and seemed to relax... just like I relaxed. We were both clean... and had nothing more to worry about.
 
'Oh thank god... thank god...' I mused as I let out an audible sigh.
 
"Hmmmm... very well," Alison replied. "Caroline, both boys have passed inspection today with green ticks. I'll update the chart when we're finished today."
 
"Thank you Alison," Caroline smiled at her eager protégé. "And well done Stephen for completing the inspection as best you could as a boy. And of course congratulations Phillipa for being as clean as a girl with three nice big green ticks to go on your chart too... I hope you are both very proud that you match the standards expected of boy members of our Girls' Club once more..."
 
"Yes Miss Caroline," we replied together.
 
"So that leaves the small matter of your forfeit doesn't it?" Caroline reminded us with a playful smirk. "You baulked at the request to perform a simple task that ANY real girl willingly performs on junior members as part of Club rules... Because you're boys... that was the only reason you offered why you couldn't do what a girl can easily do. So you chose a forfeit... Two little scaredy cat boys... that's what you are really... isn't it? Just another example of why boys are the weaker sex... Say it..."
 
Several seconds of silence followed as Caroline waited for an answer. They were moments of reflection... moments that made me worry about what the forfeit was... Maybe the girls were going to get us boys to kiss each other again... That seemed to be what the girls liked teasing us about today, especially after getting caught hugging in the woods as part of our game earlier. Why was it that girls could easily put their finger up a boy's bottom to inspect him, and it was so hard for a boy to do it? I began to question myself, yet still felt we made the right choice.
 
"Say it! Come on... admit to the girls what scaredy cats you are..." Caroline insisted, enjoying the renewed focus in our shame.
 
"We're scaredy cats..." we both said solemnly, heads bowed and disjointed.
 
"No, look at me... and say it... all of it..."
 
I looked at Stephen and nodded for him, hoping that he would follow my lead... He nodded a little and bit his lip too.
 
"We're scaredy cats..." we managed to say together this time, heads turned to look at Caroline in her chair. "Because boys are the weaker sex..."
 
"That, you certainly are... weaker intellectually, weaker emotionally and even weaker physically. You begged us not to make you do the full inspection on each other... you begged like needy little dogs... You couldn't face doing what any girl can do. So we gave you a choice... We let you face a forfeit instead... and that's okay, I guess. As girls, we know all about a boy's weaknesses so the demonstration of your fear today came as no surprise... Far from it and we were prepared for it..." Caroline continued, getting up from her chair and beginning to walk across the clearing to where Stephen and I kneeled naked upon our cushions, on top of our tree stump podiums.
 
"The forfeit I have in mind is quite suitable. Given that you, as boys, begged the girls to do your... dirty work for you today, I am sure you will agree that it's only fair that the forfeit should be something that gives something back to the girls for their efforts. Let's call it, a visual treat..."
 
With that, Suzanne and Alison moved away from us, handed a packet of baby wipes by Lizzie in order for them to clean their hands. That left Caroline to approach us, with a gait of individual menace about her. Stephen and I followed her movements with our eyes, wondering with growing dread what was to follow. It couldn't be good... anything with such a dramatic build up from Caroline's mouth was never good. Not for a boy.
 
"Yes, you boys are going to give us girls a visual treat... Having made the decision to take a forfeit, Josie will be on hand to make sure you obey this command and remind you that taking the easy path... because you're boys isn't always the smarter option," Caroline informed us. "No boy can resist the persuasive powers of Josie's magical fingernail..."
 
I swallowed hard with dread at the mention of that infernal fingernail... I didn't want that anywhere near my pee-hole ever again... Not like that... I didn't want that sensation again and I didn't want to squeal like a piggy in front of the girls again either. But approach Josie did, serving as a cruel reminder of her magical power. A power that in reality every girl possessed, only that Josie took a lot more pleasure in getting to use it as a last resort.
 
Stephen and I both exchanged nervous glances at each other... A visual treat? For the girls? Both of us knew that with what we knew Josie could do to us, we were going to obey this time. Weaker sex or not... scaredy cats, or not.
 
"Shit or bust this time boys..." Caroline giggled at the growing discomfort and impending terror on our faces. "You're going to play a game of 'Catch The Shrimp...'"
 
"C-catch the shrimp?" Stephen asked nervously. Obviously, this was something he hadn't come across before. I wasn't sure if that was good, or bad for us. The muscle at the base of my crotch flexed a little on it's own accord and I realised that my erection had subsided and I was fully flaccid. I looked down to double check, and couldn't help but notice that Stephen's circumcised penis was the same... limp, and lazing down the front of his scrotum...
 
"Uh-huh," Caroline nodded, enjoying the drama as it unfolded at her direction. "It's a little game that we have created for our junior members to play when they've been naughty little boys... It's a game that lasts twenty seconds... that's all... Just twenty seconds... each..."
 
I was nervous of course, but curious too... a game that took only twenty seconds to play... each... A grand total of forty seconds and the game ends. That didn't sound too bad... But where would we catch a shrimp?
 
"Wh-where are the sh-shrimp?" I asked nervously, my naivety laid bare for all to see, just like my immature boy privates. "We're not at the seaside..."
 
"That's true Phillipa," Caroline smirked. "But not all shrimp live in the sea..."
 
"In the pond then? You want us to swim nude in the pond to catch shrimp?" I gabbled, trying to understand what the game was and suggesting something that didn't really sound all that bad... Jumping into the pond with Stephen and pretending to look for shrimp wasn't a terrible forfeit at all... not to me. At least, being in the water meant that the girls couldn't look at our private parts.
 
"No, no!" Caroline giggled at the cards I had laid on the imaginary gambling table. "Plenty of time for you boys to cool off later... And I doubt there are any shrimp in the pond either... No, the shrimp you are going to catch are right there, between your legs..."
 
"Huh?" both Stephan and I remarked in unison.
 
"You're boys aren't you?" she teased, pointing towards our respective badges of masculinity. "Well, every boy has a little shrimp between his legs," she smiled as she began to tell us more about the game we were about to play. "And you're going to catch each other's shrimp while we watch..."
 
"Wh-what?" "No way!" "You mean touch him on the willy again?" we protested alternately. I swallowed hard, and found my mouth dry... we were going to have to touch each other's privates once more... while the girls watched... Deep down, I kind of wished that I really was still the only boy in the village...
 
--
Phillip White and the Club will return in Chapter 6B of The Village -
To Catch A Shrimp, The Picnic And More Games...

 

 



 

   
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