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Jennifer's Revenge
by Jennifer
CHAPTER 1
I suppose I only had myself to blame. I've always had a mischievous
streak in me, especially when it came to teasing my 18 year old sister
Jennifer, and could sometimes be the bane of her life as only a 14 year old
younger brother can be. Somehow I just couldn't resist any chance to have
some fun at her expense, and it was probably inevitable that one day I'd go
too far.
That day came on the occasion she was performing in an afternoon
performance of a variety show put on at a theatre in town by the local
dramatic society of which she was a keen member. Her act was to do a
rendition of Shirley Temple singing 'On the Good Ship Lollypop', and I have
to admit she was very good. There she was up on stage in her little white
dress with puffed sleeves, a peter pan collar, with a big bow tied at the
back. She'd even had her hair styled in a mass of ringlets just for the
occasion.
Unfortunately for her, I regarded this as a unique occasion to indulge
myself in what I thought was a masterly way of having some fun.
Mum and I were of course going to see the show, but because the last bus
home left the town centre at six in the evening, shortly before the end, it
was agreed that we would leave just before the end once we'd seen Jennifer's
act, and she would walk home afterwards if she couldn't cadge a lift from
one of the other cast members.
We arrived in the town centre in plenty of time for the performance, so
we had tea first. As we sat down in the cafe, Mum noticed that I was
carrying a folded up plastic shopping bag, essential for the piece of
mischief I had in mind. 'Harry' she said, 'Why did you bring a bag with you?
We're not going shopping.'
'Oh I don't know really' I lied. 'I thought we might, that's all.' Before
making our way to the theatre, Jennifer went off ahead of us to get ready,
while Mum and I went for a short walk around town before taking our seats.
The show was a great hit, but all I could think about was how cute my older
sister looked in her pretty little dress with her hair in a mass of golden
curls, and I grinned broadly as I visualised what was about to happen.
Shortly before the end of the show, I rose from my seat and made my way
round the back to the actor's communal changing room which at that moment
was deserted. As Jennifer's brother, I'd been to a few of the rehearsals, so
I knew that the other members of the cast wouldn't be surprised if they saw
me backstage. Little did they know my purpose for being there! I soon
located Jennifer's clothes, and being careful not to be seen, I gathered
them all up and carefully put them into my bag. Then I returned to my seat,
grinning with satisfaction at what I thought was my best trick yet.
As planned, Mum and I left the theatre before the end of the performance,
and were just in time to catch the last bus.
Once we reached home Mum made our dinner, and I awaited the return of my
sister with a degree of smug satisfaction.
She arrived home three hours later just as it was getting dark, fuming
with rage. As she came into the kitchen still dressed as Shirley Temple, her
eyes blazed with anger as she said to me 'I suppose you had something to do
with this you little so and so. Where the hell are my clothes?'
Somewhat taken aback, Mum said 'Whatever do you mean Jennifer? And don't
tell me you walked all the way home dressed like that.'
'Of course I did' retorted my sister vehemently, 'I didn't have any
choice thanks to this little ratbag! I've never been so embarrassed
in my life!'
Mum turned to me and said 'Did you have anything to do with this Harry? I
want the truth now.'
Since I'd now had my moment of fun as I imagined my sister walking
through the streets dressed as a six year old little girl, I decided to come
clean. With a grin I said 'Yes all right it was me. I took her clothes so
she'd have to walk home dressed as Shirley Temple. Wish I could have seen
her' I added with a giggle. 'It's all right' I added, as if to placate my
sister, 'I put your clothes on your bed. No harm done.'
'No harm done!' exploded my sister, 'No harm done?' Do you realise
how humiliating it was for me to walk through the streets for two hours
dressed like this? I was seen by several people I knew, and it wasn't
funny.' Suddenly her expression changed to a malevolent grin. 'All right
then' she continued, 'You've had your fun, but I can assure you that you're
going to pay for it in full. I'll make you wish you'd never thought of such
a stupid trick.'
She seemed to calm down as she decided that she was going to get her
revenge, and it left me with an uneasy feeling that it would probably be
something singularly unpleasant. I was right on that score.
Jennifer went up to her room to change, and a short while later came
downstairs again to have her dinner.
Nothing more was said about the incident, and I soon forgot all about it.
I should have known better.
CHAPTER 2
One Wednesday morning a couple of months later during the first week of
my school summer holidays, Jennifer and I were in the kitchen playing a game
of cards with her friends Erica Johnson and Fiona Carter. Jennifer suggested
that we make the game more interesting by having a forfeit devised by the
other three to be paid by the first person to get knocked out of the game.
For many years we'd used the idea as a means of spicing a game up, and it
was a point of honour that we never refused to perform whatever forfeit was
chosen by the other. As time had passed, we'd upped the ante, and the last
few forfeits had been particularly ingenious (and often embarrassing for the
victim!). But it was always performed with good grace.
On this occasion, the cards just didn't go right for me, and I'll always
suspect that the deck had been stacked. A sense of doom came over me as I
steadily went down and was finally knocked out of the game. With a grin of
triumph Jennifer grinned and said to me 'Well mate, looks like you're the
one that's going to pay the forfeit. And we've thought up a real beauty this
time.' Now I was convinced that I'd been set up, but I couldn't prove it, so
I decided to accept my fate with equanimity.
The girls finished the game, and as Jennifer put the cards back in their
box, she looked at me, grinned, and said 'Right then, so it's time for your
forfeit. And don't forget dear brother, you must agree to do it no matter
what it is. Agreed?'
'Yes of course' I replied impatiently, 'That's the way it's always been,
and I'm certainly never going to be the first one to back out of it.
So what is it this time?'
'Well' she smiled, 'I've just realised that when I left Farnworth Girl's
Grammar School last year, I forgot to bring the manuscript of that novel I
was writing with me. It's still there in my locker in the sports pavilion.
So I want you to go back there and retrieve it for me.'
'Is that all?' I said scathingly, 'Easy. Gee, that won't be
difficult.'
'Not so fast' she grinned wickedly, 'I haven't finished yet.'
'Oh? So what else is there?'
'Well, they don't start their summer holidays until this Friday, so the
place will be swarming with girls. Since you'll be on the school grounds,
you'll need an appropriate disguise. If the girls caught a boy on his own in
the school grounds at Farnworth, he'd be assured of a fate worse than death'
she added with a giggle.
'What do you mean by an appropriate disguise?' I said, puzzled.
'Simple. Appropriate means that you'll be dressed by wearing my old
school uniform. I reckon it will fit you nicely' she grinned. 'And you can
wear that wig I borrowed from my theatre group. It's a pageboy style which
is just about the same as many girls at school wear their hair, so it'll be
perfect for the job.' It was almost as if I'd already agreed to her forfeit,
and as if by way of overcoming any other doubts I might have she added 'You
won't be noticed if you're quick. Fiona's going to drive us there in her car
and we'll park next to a side gate of the school. Then all you have to do is
go in, run across to the sports pavilion, retrieve my manuscript, and get
back to the car. Odds are that no-one will see you, and even if they do,
they'll assume that you're one of the girls anyway. By which time you'll be
back in the car.'
It all sounded so simple, and ever one for a bit of fun, I must say that
the idea did have a certain amount of appeal for me. But dressed a
schoolgirl? Um, I wasn't completely sure about that. There's
something about being dressed as a girl that any full-blooded boy finds
singularly distasteful, a sort of surrendering of their pride and manhood,
but as a point of honour I wasn't going to back out.
'Well, all right then' I said grudgingly, 'I suppose it's all right as
long as you take me there and back in the car. If any of my mates ever saw
me dressed like that I'd never live it down!'
'Oh don't worry about that Harry' retorted Jennifer confidingly,
'By the time I've finished with dressing you, even your mate Michael won't
recognise you. I promise you that when you step out of that car
outside the school, no-one will even think that you're anything but a
Farnworth girl. Promise' she added with a wicked grin. I should have known
then that something was up, but being me, I didn't spot it. Silly me.
'Oh for goodness sake Harry' added Erica with some exasperation, 'Come
on, haven't you got any guts at all? I thought you were brave or something.'
Fiona was more persuasive. 'Oh come on Harry' she added with a
good-natured smile, 'It's only a little bit of fun. Go on, do it just to
please me.'
That did it. Although Fiona was older than me, I really fancied her, but
she knew it and I was putty in her hands. 'Come on Harry' she added, 'It's
only for a short while, and I'd love to see Jennifer turn you into a
Farnworth girl just like we all used to be. I bet you'll look really good.'
It sounded like a challenge that I couldn't possibly refuse, and I was
finally convinced. I made my decision, and turning to Jennifer I said 'All
right then, I'll do it. I'm not scared.'
'You never were' she smiled, almost with admiration. Then she grinned and
said 'All right then dear brother, let's go up to my bedroom. I've still got
my school uniform in the wardrobe.' Turning to Fiona and Erica, she said
'Help yourselves to a drink from the fridge and wait here. We won't be too
long.'
I followed Jennifer up to her room, and opening the wardrobe, she took
out all the various items of her old school uniform and laid them out on the
bed.
'Right Harry' she said, 'Time to get undressed.'
We'd seen each other naked on numerous occasions in the past, so it was
no embarrassment to me to strip of my clothes until I stood there completely
nude. Jennifer looked at me, grinned, and picking up a pair of baggy green
regulation school knickers, she grimaced and said 'I hated wearing
these for five days a week. Well now you can try wearing them,' she
added with a grin. She held them open close to the ground and said 'In you
get.' I stepped into them, and she pulled them up my legs and around my
waist. The unfamiliar tightness of ten elastic around the waist and legs
openings felt strangely restrictive.
'Now then' she said with a smile, 'Let's give you a nice teenage figure
shall we?' she took a plain white teen first bra, and putting my arms
through the straps, she stepped behind me and fastened the catch. Then she
took two small socks and inserted them into the cups of the bra. She stepped
back, smiled, and said 'There we are, a nice trim little bust but not too
big. Now for your summer dress.'
She took the dress off its hanger, held it up and said with a grin 'Here
you are little girl, your regulation Farnworth school dress. Isn't it
lovely?' She was being sarcastic of course, because I knew she'd detested
wearing it during her last years at school because she said it made her look
like a ten year old. I could understand how she would have felt. It was a
green and white check dress with a broad white collar and cuffs and short
sleeves. A row of white buttons ran up the front to the neck, and round the
waist was a belt with a white plastic buckle supported by two keepers on
either side of the waist. But for its large size it could easily have passed
for a primary school dress.
Now it was my turn to wear it, and I gave a sigh of resignation as I
looked at it. 'I'm not going to enjoy this' I said with feeling, and my
sister chuckled as she said 'Of course not. That's the whole idea of a
forfeit. Now let's get you into it.'
She held the dress up and said 'Head and arms in,' and I obediently put
my head into it and my arms into the sleeves. Jennifer quickly pulled the
dress down around me, and fastened the buttons up to the neck. Then she
threaded the belt through the buckle, pulled it tight, and fastened a button
at the end of the belt which prevented it from loosening. She pulled the hem
of the dress down and made sure it hung neatly before she looked at me,
smiled, and said 'Perfect fit. Could have been made for you. Now for your
feet. Sit down.'
I sat down on a chair while she took a pair of white cotton ankle socks,
drew them onto my feet, and turned the tops down neatly. Then came her
school shoes, and again, I knew that their juvenile style had also been a
source of annoyance to her. They were black T bar sandals with straps that
buckled at the side in much the same style as the sandals worn by little
girls everywhere. She slipped one onto my right foot and fastened it on
before putting the other sandal on my left foot. They fitted me comfortably,
and it was quickly becoming apparent to me that I was almost exactly the
size Jennifer had been in her last year at school.
'So far so good' she said, looking at me with satisfaction, 'But now for
your wig. That'll really make a difference to your appearance.' She
took a wig on its stand out of her wardrobe, and placing it on the dressing
table she said 'Come and sit down here in front of the mirror.' I got up and
went over to the dressing table, sat down, and waited to see what sort of
transformation the wig would achieve.
Jennifer brushed the wig out, and said 'Now keep your head nice and
level.' I did as I was told, and she carefully lowered the wig onto my head
and pulled it down into position. She brushed the centre parting neatly and
arranged the wig so that it hung down around my face properly. Finally she
combed the fringe neatly, and it was done.
'Perfect' said Jennifer, 'That just leaves your school hat. It's
compulsory for the girls to wear them outside the school, and we used to
hate wearing them. As soon as we were well away from the school we used to
take them off and stuff them in our school bags. But for the moment you'll
have to wear yours.' She picked up her cream coloured panama school hat
decorated with a dark green hatband with the school crest on the front and
placed it carefully on my head. Then she stood back to admire her handiwork,
smiled at me in the mirror, and said 'There you are. What do you think?
Convincing enough for you?'
I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped at the transformation.
Combined with the school uniform I was wearing, the wig gave me every
appearance of being a schoolgirl, and I had to admit I was impressed at the
transformation.
'That's amazing!' I said, 'I wouldn't have believed it. Hell, I really
do look like a girl now. It's that wig that does it. Especially with the
hat.'
'Told you it would be all right' grinned Jennifer. 'You look perfect.'
Now let's go downstairs and see what the others think.' I stood up, and
taking me by the hand, Jennifer led the way downstairs.
As soon as we walked into the kitchen, Erica said 'Oh that's brilliant!
Gee Harry, I've got to admit that disguise would fool anyone. You really do
look like a Farnworth girl.'
'He sure does' said Erica, 'That's really amazing. You'll have no problem
looking like that Harry.'
Their enthusiastic praise gave me added courage for the task ahead, and I
said 'Well let's get on with it then. Come on, I want to get this over with
as soon as possible, even if I do make a convincing Farnworth girl
like you say. I feel a right Charlie dressed in this lot!'
'Well it is supposed to be a forfeit isn't it?' grinned Fiona,
'All right then, let's go.'
We went to the front door, and for a moment I hesitated to step outside
and expose myself to the world. 'Just a minute' I said, 'What if any of my
mates see me? I'll never live it down!'
'Oh don't worry so much' said Jennifer, taking my arm and propelling me
out through the door, 'They'd never recognise you in that lot. And besides,
you've only got to walk to the car, so the quicker we move the sooner you'll
be hidden inside.'
I could see the wisdom in that, so I almost ran down the path and out to
where Fiona's car was parked. As soon as Fiona unlocked the door, I quickly
dived onto the back seat and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. The
girls got in, and looking over her shoulder, Fiona grinned and said 'All
ready to go to school little girl?' I blushed crimson as she gave a chuckle
and the car pulled away from the kerb.
It was only about a ten minute drive to Farnworth Girl's Grammar School,
and when we arrived, Fiona drove the car down a road that ran down the side
of the school grounds. The school was surrounded by a high red brick wall,
and eventually we came to a small wrought iron gate through which I could
see a playing field with the school buildings on the far side. This was
obviously where I was to make my way into the school grounds.
Fiona stopped the car, and Jennifer got out of the car, pulling me out
after her. She took me over to the gate, and pointed out a wooden sports
pavilion about a hundred yards away. 'There you are' she said, 'That's your
target. The girls are in class at the moment so there's no-one around. My
old locker's number twenty, so all you have to do is get in there and take
my manuscript, and get back to the car. Reckon it won't take more than two
minutes.'
Emboldened by her confidence I said 'Right,' and with my heart pounding,
I opened the gate and went through into the school grounds. I looked around
and was relieved to see that there was no-one in sight, even though I had
confidence in my disguise. I began to walk quickly over to the pavilion, and
was relieved to reached the door and go inside.
It was a typical sports pavilion, with various items of equipment, a
shower room, and at one end, a row of lockers. I went across to them, found
number twenty, and opened the door.
Much to my surprise the locker was completely empty, and I checked the
number on the door again to make sure it was the correct locker. It was
number twenty all right, and while I stood there, wondering what to do, I
jumped with shock as a strident girl's voice behind me said 'And just what
do you think you're doing?'
I spun around, and there in the open doorway was a group of about half a
dozen girls who shrieked with laughter when they saw me. Even worse, I
immediately recognised the voice as that of Sally Carter, Fiona's younger
sister, who I'd met on a couple of occasions when Jennifer and I had visited
her house.
Sure enough, there was Sally with an enormous grin on her face as she
chuckled and said 'Well I must say you do look sweet Harry. Why
didn't you say you wanted to be a Farnworth girl? You could have come
here instead of the boy's high school. I'm sure they could have arranged
something.'
The girls burst out laughing and came into the pavilion, and a moment
later I was surrounded. Several of the girls were particularly broad
shouldered, and I suspected that they were members of the school rowing
team, which meant that they would be strong enough to overpower me with ease
if they chose to. I nervously awaited their next move.
'Now then' said Sally, 'The question is, what are we going to do with
you Harry? Well don't worry, we've already got something absolutely
delightful planed for you.' A horrible sinking feeling came over me as I
said 'Planned? You mean all this was planned?'
'Of course' she laughed, 'Courtesy of your sister Jennifer. Remember how
you humiliated her a couple of months ago when you made her walk home in
public dressed as Shirley Temple?'
Now I was beginning to understand what this nightmare was all about.
'Yes' I admitted, 'I thought it was a bit of fun too good to miss.'
'Well she didn't quite see it that way, and ever since then she's been
planning this little revenge. With the help of my sister and me of course.'
'You mean you're in on this as well?'
'Of course. I'm the one that organised things here at school. And boy,
did you fall for it!'
'Fall for what?' I replied desperately, 'What are you going to do
with me?'
'Ah' she giggled with a mischievous glint in her eye, 'Wouldn't you like
to know. Well to start with, you're going to remain here until we finish
classes at three thirty this afternoon.'
'Oh really?' I said defiantly, 'If you think I'm going to just stay here
until you come back and carry out whatever my sister's got in mind, you've
got another think coming!'
'I wouldn't be too sure about that if I were you' she grinned, and took a
pair of handcuffs out of her blazer pocket that she dangled playfully in
front of me. 'Recognise these?' she grinned, 'You should. Jennifer borrowed
them from your bedroom and suggested that they might be useful in keeping
you under control. And she was right.' Turning to the others she said 'All
right girls, put him up against that post and put his hands behind it.'
Before I could make a move, two of the biggest girls grabbed my arms, and
subduing me with two painful arm locks, they quickly stood me up against a
pole supporting the roof and forced my hands together behind the post. Sally
stepped behind me, and a moment later I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs
close around my wrists with an ominous click. Once I was secured she moved
back in front of me and smiled as she said 'There we are, that'll keep you
under control all right. And I don't think we'll need the wig any more.'
She reached up and removed my wig and school hat, and with a broad grin
said 'That's better. Jennifer only suggested the wig to begin with to fool
you into risking it, but the wig makes you look a bit too much like a
girl, which is the last thing she wants. Now with your shortish hair
everybody can tell at a glance that you're a boy, which is important for
Jennifer's plan.'
'What plan?' I replied, my heart sinking fast.
'Ah' she grinned knowingly, 'Well first of all you're going to stay here
until 3.30 when we finish school. And by the way, you can try calling for
help if you like because we're well away from the school buildings here, so
no one can possibly hear you. Then after school we're taking you into town
with the other girls on the bus. You can think about that while we're in
class for the next two hours, and while you're standing there you can look
at the sweet little schoolgirl in the mirror can't you?' I looked at the
mirror and realised that I would be continually reminded of my humiliating
appearance every time I looked at it.
With giggles and little waves of goodbye, the girls filed out of the
pavilion, and Sally shut the door behind her, leaving me alone and helpless.
As soon as the sound of their voices faded away I jerked forward with
frustration against the handcuffs, looked at myself in the mirror, and
groaned at my humiliating reflection. For some reason I couldn't help
frequently looking at myself with a sort of horrified fascination.
I stopped struggling as I realised that I wasn't going anywhere until
Sally and the girls chose to release me. And even when they did, the
prospect of what I would go through then was something I preferred not to
think about.
The hours passed and I fell into a sort of doze until I was jerked back
into full awareness as I heard the school bell ring signalling the end of
the afternoon classes. My heart began to thump as I realised that the next
stage of my humiliation was about to begin.
After a few moments the door opened and in came Sally, Fiona, and the
other girls, about eight in all, and more than enough to keep me under
control. I noticed that they were all wearing their school hats in
preparation to going home through the streets.
'Still here like a good little girl?' grinned Sally, 'Well that must mean
that you want to come into town with us on the bus doesn't it?' I
didn't reply, but my heart sank as I realised that she really was going to
carry out her threat to take me out in full public view in the middle of
town. I gulped nervously.
'Just a minute' giggled one of the girls, taking a small digital camera
out of her blazer pocket, 'I must have a record of this.'
'Good idea Fiona' laughed Sally, 'Take plenty of photos as we go along.
I'm sure Jennifer will find a use for them.'
I'll bet she will I thought miserably, as Fiona began recording my
moment of humiliation.
While I stood there helplessly, she took several photos of me. When she'd
finished she grinned and as she put her camera back in her pocket said 'I
reckon those could come in useful later for us as well as Jennifer. We could
email them to some of his mates at school for instance. I'm sure his school
magazine would just love to get hold of them.' I hated to think what she
could do with them, and fervently hoped that none of my friends would ever
get to see them.
'Well it's nearly time to take our little schoolgirl on her trip into the
city' smiled Sally, except there's something else that Jennifer suggested.'
'What's that?' said Fiona.
'Hair ribbons of course' grinned Sally, 'She said he would look nicer if
he was wearing hair ribbons like a proper little schoolgirl, so I brought
these.' She reached into her blazer pocket and took out two lengths of white
satin hair ribbon, together with a couple of hair elastics and two white
plastic hair slides in the form of small bows. Oh no I thought to
myself with increasing despair.
'What a lovely idea' chuckled Fiona, 'That should top it off nicely. Two
pretty bows of hair ribbon. Perfect!'
'All right then girls' said Sally, unlocking my handcuffs and removing
them, 'Just sit him down on that chair with his hands over the back, and
someone keep his head still while I tie these ribbons.' The girls dragged me
over to a chair, and a moment later I was sitting down on it unable to move
an inch.
One of the girls stood behind me, put her arm around under my chin, and
held my head in a vice-like grip before Sally started arranging my hair like
that of a little girl. She began by combing my hair with a parting down the
middle, and arranged it into two bunches held in position with a couple of
elastic bands. Although my hair was reasonably short, it was still long
enough to have hair ribbons tied in it. I squirmed and groaned with
humiliation as Sally took one of the ribbons and carefully tied it tightly
round the base of one of the bunches in a neat bow. Repeating the process
with the other ribbon, she made sure the two bows were identical in size.
Then she took the two white plastic hair slides, and sliding them into
position next to the ribbons, she clicked them shut. 'There we are' she
smiled, as she combed the front of my hair forward in a little fringe,
'That's how I used to have my hair done when I was a little girl. Well near
enough, anyway. Now that just leaves one final touch.'
I wondered what other trick she had up her sleeve as she reached into her
pocket and took a small tube out of her pocket. She showed it to Sally, who
looked puzzled and said 'What on earth's that for?'
Sally began whispered in her ear, and Fiona broke into a wicked chuckle.
'Oh Sally' she giggled, 'That's positively diabolical. But it's a
great idea.'
Fiona removed the cap from the tube, and said 'Now keep his head really
still will you?' Once again an arm went round my neck to keep my head still
while Fiona stood over me and I felt something touching first my hair
ribbons and then the hair slides. That done she said 'That should do it.
Just keep hold of him for a few minutes and then you can let him go.'
Wondering what on earth she was up to, I sat there without struggling
until she said 'OK, you can let him go now, but be ready to grab him if he
tries anything.' The girls released their hold on me and I cautiously stood
up.
Sally looked at me, grinned broadly, and said 'I'll bet you were
wondering what I was doing then. Well I'll tell you. I've just squirted a
generous amount of superglue on the knots of the bows of your hair ribbons
and hair slides.
That glue has now set, so there's no way you can take your hair ribbons
or hair slides out, and the only way you're ever going to get them off is
either with superglue solvent or cutting off those two bunches of hair to
remove your ribbons and hair slides.'
My reaction was predictable. 'Noooo!' I yelled, and putting my
hands on top of my head I gripped each bow with one of my hands and tugged
at them as hard as I could. The result was predictable. 'Ouch!' I
yelled, as the pain of my pulled hair shot across my head, and the girls
fell about with laughter. I tried unclipping the hair slides, but they too
remained closed and firmly attached to my hair.
After a moment I groaned with despair and gave up. I glared helplessly at
Sally, who simply smiled broadly and said 'Now you really are stuck
as a little schoolgirl. Literally' she added with a chuckle.' This brought
another round of giggling from the girls while Sally looked at her watch and
said 'All right, time to take our little girl into town. Where's her school
hat?'
'Here' grinned Fiona, and produced my cream coloured straw girl's school
panama hat. She handed it to Sally, who grinned at me and said 'Now then
Lucy, It's compulsory for us to wear their school hats, so you're going to
be no exception. At least until we're out of sight of the teachers. Now
stand still please while I put it on. Unless you want me to do it the hard
way?'
Knowing by now how easily the two biggest girls could control me, I
placidly submitted to her suggestion, and I stood there blushing to the
roots while she lowered the hat carefully onto my head, pulled it down
firmly, and straightened it so that the wide brim was perfectly level. She
stepped back to look at me, smiled, and said 'Oh yes, very nice. Now he
really looks like one of us. All right, time to go.'
The moment of truth had come, and two of the tallest girls took me by
each arm and marched me out through the door and into the open.
There were Farnworth girls everywhere streaming out of the school on
their way home, and I was soon being hurried down the driveway along with
them. As soon as they saw me they immediately realised I was a boy, and
began laughing with glee. Now the teasing began.
'Look at the little junior girl! Isn't she cute?'
'Is your mummy going to meet you? I hope so because junior girls
shouldn't be out on their own, especially the little ones.'
We went out through the main gate and into the street, and I noticed that
several girls were being picked up by their parents, and when one of the
waiting mothers saw me she burst out laughing and said 'What's that boy
doing dressed up like that? I mean, he looks delightful, but why? Is it some
kind of stunt?'
Sally quickly explained that it was Jennifer's revenge for the Shirley
Temple incident, and at that the woman burst out laughing and said 'Oh
that's brilliant. What a superbly appropriate punishment, and well deserved.
He must be absolutely squirming dressed like that.'
'He is' chuckled Sally.
At that moment the woman's daughter came out of the school gate and came
over to her mother with one of her friends. She looked at me, frowned for a
moment, and then put her hand to her mouth as she pointed at me, and burst
into squeals of laughter. 'It's a boy!' she shrieked, 'It's a boy,
and he looks just like us!' This brought many glances in my
direction, and peals of laughter rang through the crowd while I stood there
blushing crimson with humiliation.
Sally and Fiona stood back and grinned at my embarrassment before Sally
said 'Come on then, time to catch the bus.' With ripples of mirth still
following me she led the way to a nearby bus stop where a couple of dozen
Farnworth girls stood waiting. As soon as we joined them they began to
giggle at me, and one said 'Whose the little new girl Sally?'
She explained the situation, and when she told them I was being taken
into town the girl burst out laughing and said
'Dressed like that?' laughed the girl, 'What a fabulous way of
dealing with him. Can I come too?'
'Of course you can Carole' replied Sally, 'The more the merrier.'
Just then the bus into town arrived, and I was bustled aboard by two of
my well-built captors. I was sat down between Sally and Fiona, surrounded by
numerous other girls, and unable to get away from them was forced to endure
their endless taunts.
'I've got to hand it to you Sally' grinned one, 'This revenge of his
sister is a stroke of genius. I mean look at him!' she laughed, 'I can't
imagine anything more humiliating for any boy to wear.'
'Especially in public' sniggered another girl.
'And I just love his school hat' giggled another, 'It makes him
look so sweet.'
'It does doesn't it?' smiled Sally, 'But if you think the hat looks
sweet, how about this?' Before I could stop her she quickly removed my hat,
and the girls burst out laughing. 'Oh that's brilliant!' giggled one,
'Hair ribbons! Doesn't he look sweet?'
'You mean she looks sweet' grinned Fiona.
During the next twenty minutes that the bus took to reach the town centre
the girls teased me unmercifully, aware that I'd been making comments about
them looking like little girls. I sat there blushing crimson with
humiliation, unable to escape their attention.
We reached the town centre, and as the girls all took off their hated
school hats, Sally put mine along with her own into her school bag so that
everyone would continue to see my hair ribbons. I was then hauled off the
bus and onto the pavement in a busy shopping precinct. I gulped at the
thought of what might come next.
'OK' said Sally, 'Let's show off our schoolgirl shall we?' They began to
walk with me at a leisurely pace through the pedestrian precinct in full
view of everyone, and it wasn't long before I was attracting a wide range of
giggles and teasing comments from nearly everyone who saw me. We walked at
an agonisingly slow pace, and the comments came thick and fast while I
continually blushed crimson with humiliation. Fiona kept taking out her
camera and taking more photos of me, and I shuddered to think what she might
do with them.
Suddenly I saw that we were approaching Carlo's coffee bar, and the girls
gently but firmly guided me inside.
As soon as we were inside the coffee bar I tried to stop, but the girls
pushed me further inside. Small wonder that I tried to stop. Sitting at one
of the tables just in front of us were my sister with Erica and Fiona.
Jennifer took one look at me and chuckled. 'Well well Harry, and how did you
like being paraded through the town dressed as a cute little schoolgirl
Harry? Embarrassing was it?'
'What do you think?' I retorted, 'I've never been so humiliated in
my life!'
'Oh good' she grinned, 'Because now you know how I felt when you forced
me to walk all the way home dressed as Shirley Temple. And walk home is
exactly what you're going to do. On your own, just like I had to. The last
bus has gone, so you'll have no choice.'
'But can't you give me a lift home?' I said desperately.
'Not likely!' she chuckled, 'Oh no dear brother, it's a nice long walk in
public dressed as a sweet little schoolgirl for you. That'll teach you to
try making a fool of me. Now sit down and have a milk shake or something.'
I sat down with my escort, and the waitress brought us our milkshakes.
She looked at me and giggled as she realised I was a boy, and I blushed
crimson.
Once we'd finished, we got up to leave and paid our bill. We went to the
door and found that it had started raining, and the girls took folding
umbrellas out of their bags. Jennifer and her friends had waterproof jackets
with them, and looking at me, my sister grinned as she said 'I anticipated
this rain, so I've got something suitable for you to wear.'
She reached into her bag, and drew out a raincoat that I instantly
recognised as the one she wore when she was a little girl. She'd been big
for her age, and I knew it would fit me. Oh no I thought, don't
say I'm going to have to wear her mac home.
Jennifer shook the raincoat out and Sally and her friends giggled when
they saw it. 'Oh yes' she grinned, 'Perfect for a little girl, isn't it?'
Unfortunately, it certainly was. It was a white translucent plastic mac
of the type worn by most little girls. It had a row of press stud fasteners
which ran up the front to the neck. The mac also had an attached hood square
cut across the top, fitted with tie tapes to fasten it on under the chin.
The mac also had a tie belt to go around the waist. The mac was instantly
recognisable as being intended to be worn by girls, and I was going to have
to wear it. Ugh.
'All right then my little schoolgirl sister' smiled Jennifer, holding the
raincoat up for me to put on, 'Arms in.' I had little choice, and with a
sigh of resignation I put my arms into the sleeves. She pulled the mac up
onto my shoulders, fastened the press fasteners up the front to my neck, and
then, passing the belt around my waist, she pulled it tight and tied it in
anon-slip bow at the front. 'Now then' she grinned, we don't want to get
those pretty hair ribbons wet do we? Up with your hood.' She pulled the hood
up over my head and tied the tapes in a bow under my chin before tugging the
hood well forward. I peered out from under the hood and blushed crimson as
the girls burst out laughing.
'Oh doesn't he look sweet?' giggled Sally, 'Now he really does
look like a little girl!'
'But not completely' grinned Jennifer, 'It's still obvious that he's a
boy, which is the main thing. But what's so delightful is that people can
still see that he's wearing a girl's school uniform and those cute hair
ribbons under that mac. I must say the superglue was a brilliant idea. Quite
Machiavellian in my opinion.' She was obviously proud of her fiendish way of
keeping the hair ribbons firmly in place.
'All right then' she added 'Now that my little sister's ready for the
rain, we may as well go for a little walk through the town. I want to see
how he handles all the teasing.' I was unwillingly propelled out into the
rain, and sure enough, the giggles and chuckles of passer-by gave Jennifer
ample opportunity to see how well her plan to humiliate me as she had been
was working.
After another hour or so, Jennifer decided that it was time for them to
head for home, and we soon found ourselves next to Fiona's parked car. She
got in and unlocked the doors, and the others got in, shutting the doors
behind them and leaving me standing forlornly in the pouring rain. As a last
plea for clemency I said 'Can't I come home in the car? You can't
make me walk all the way home like this, you can't!'
'Why not?' said Jennifer through her partially open window with a broad
grin, 'After all, that's exactly what you made me do isn't it? No dear
brother, now it's your turn to be humiliated, so have a nice walk home won't
you?' She gave me a little wave of farewell, and the girls burst out
laughing as Fiona's car pulled away from the kerb, drove off, and was soon
out of sight.
What could I do? There was no alternative, and with the rain beating down
on the hood of my sister's mackintosh and running down onto my bare legs and
feet, I set off on the long walk home through the teeming rain.
As I walked along I suddenly became acutely aware of several little girls
dressed in plastic macs identical to what I was wearing, their pretty
dresses and hair ribbons clearly visible through the translucent plastic.
What made it worse was that as soon as they saw me they invariably shrieked
with laughter as they realised that the schoolgirl walking past was actually
a boy! I suppose I can hardly blame them.
I continued on my miserable and humiliating walk home, and my pace
quickened as after a couple of hours I finally reached my house. I walked up
to the front door, and gratefully rang the bell.
My mother opened the door, took one look at me, smiled, and said 'Well my
goodness me, who's this little schoolgirl. Looks like I've gained a
daughter' she laughed, and added 'All right Harry, you'd better come in.
Go straight through to the kitchen.' I gratefully went inside and walked
down the hallway and into the kitchen. Sitting there having a cup of tea
were Jennifer, Fiona and Sally. They burst out laughing when they saw me,
and Jennifer said 'Did you have a nice walk?'
'No I didn't' I retorted, 'It was awful! Everybody kept
laughing at me, especially the little girls, they were the worst of all!'
'I'll bet they were' grinned Jennifer as she stood up and unfastened the
hood of my mackintosh before pushing it back off my head. She untied the
belt, unfastened the press fasteners down the front, and pulled the mac off
me before giving it a shake. Then she hung it on the back of the door to
dry.
'Well sit down Harry and tell me how you felt' said Mum, pouring me a cup
of tea, 'I'm interested to see if Jennifer's way of letting the punishment
fit the crime has been effective. I take it you found it an uncomfortable
experience?'
'Was it ever!' I exclaimed, 'Humiliation? It's a horrible
punishment. If any of my mates had seen me I'd have been history!'
'Well they might yet' grinned my sister, winking at Fiona. 'Why don't you
tell him what we have in mind?' Fiona giggled, put her camera on the kitchen
table, and said 'Well Harry, Jennifer's decided that it's time to put an end
to all your silly tricks at her expense, so if you ever try anything to
embarrass her again, these gorgeous photos of you as a sweet little
schoolgirl will find their way to both your mates, and best of all, to the
editor of your school magazine. I reckon they'd make a delightful
centre spread! Let me show you.'
Making sure that I couldn't reach the camera and somehow grab hold of it,
she turned it around so that I could see the screen. Then she set the camera
to showing me a succession of photographs of me dressed as a Farnworth
Girl's Grammar School girl. I blanched at the thought of what she might do
with them, and realised that they had me over a barrel. When the picture
show ended and she put her camera back in her pocket, I turned to Jennifer
and said 'All right sis, you win. I call it blackmail, but OK, you win. Now
can you get me out of this school uniform please?'
'Not yet young man' grinned Mum, 'I want to savour this moment, so you
can spend the rest of the evening in Jennifer's school. I'll cut off those
ribbons and undress you before you go to bed. Until then you can stay like
that.'
And that was that. Fiona and Sally stayed for dinner and spent the
evening with us, and as I sat on the sofa in the lounge watching television,
Sally kept giving me a sidelong glance and giggling. She certainly got her
full ration of amusement at my expense that day.
Eventually they left, and at long last I went up to my room, where Mum
carefully cut away the humiliating hair ribbons and undressed me. I heaved a
sigh of relief as I finally stepped out of the school knickers and
gratefully put on my pyjamas. I cleaned my teeth and hopped into bed, and as
I lay there, Mum said 'Well there you are Harry. Now you know what happens
when you try putting one over on your sister. She's older and brighter than
you are, and with those photos hanging over your head like the sword of
Damocles I suggest you give up your tricks in future.'
And you know what? I did. Jennifer retained a set of the photos, and
Sally even emailed me a set for my own records. I never showed them to any
of my friends of course, but for years afterwards I sometimes used to look
at them in private and smile. What a sister!
THE END
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