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The Unwilling Party Guest
by Jennifer
'You are invited to my party at 2pm on Saturday the 12th of May. Do come.
Love from Debbie.' So went 12 year old Debbie Turner's invitation to a dozen
of her friends. It was to be an all girl's affair since the last thing she
wanted were some idiot boys there to spoil the fun. It would be bad enough
having her twin brother Jimmy around, and she hoped that he would stay out
of the way.
You can hardly blame her. Recently he'd become a real pain, and had been
developing some very male chauvinistic tendencies in the form of an
increasing contempt for the female of the species in general. Things had
come to a head when he and a couple of his mischievous friends had ruined
her girl guide weekend camp by lacing the girl's sleeping bags with a
generous sprinkling of itching powder. Unwisely, the three culprits had
bragged about it at school, so needless to say, the girls knew who they were
and were itching for revenge. Literally.
Fortunately, Debbie had two powerful allies in the form of her older
sisters Jane, 17, and Angela aged 15. They too had been the butt of several
stupid pranks that Jimmy had indulged in recently, and were already
considering some kind of suitable retribution for their irritating young
male sibling to teach him a well deserved lesson. They were in luck when a
golden opportunity presented itself quite by chance because Jimmy had been
plotting again. Predictably, he was determined to have some mischievous fun
at Debbie's party, but this time he'd completely miscalculated. This time
the fun was going to be at his expense.
His plan was simple. Although his sisters had tried to persuade him to go
out for the afternoon to get him out of the way, he'd insisted on staying
home, so he was warned on pain of the direst consequences to stay in his
room and amuse himself there. With his computer and TV to play with, that
didn't seem to present much of a problem, since he spent most of his spare
time playing computer games anyway. But on this occasion he had some other
form of entertainment in mind.
The garden sprinkler system could be set with a timer located in the
garden shed, and Jimmy planned to set it to switch on at 3pm, when he knew
that the girls would be playing on the lawn, directly in the line of fire.
He grinned at the thought of them getting a good soaking, especially dressed
in their best finery. But fate decided to intervene and teach Jimmy a well
deserved lesson. On the morning of the party he went into the shed to alter
the timer setting, but didn't notice Jane watching him through the open door
of the shed as he adjusted it. Once he'd set the timer, he went indoors
again, but Jane's suspicions were aroused by his furtive behaviour.
Wondering what he'd been up to, she went into the shed to see what he'd been
doing to the timer. As soon as she saw the dial she realised what his little
game was, and with a wry grin, she adjusted it back to its normal setting.
She wandered out into the garden again, trying to think of some suitable
retribution for her irritating young brother. And that was when she had her
stroke of inspiration. With a chuckle, she went into the house to discuss
the situation with her two sisters and their mother, Mary Turner. They sat
round the kitchen table while Jane explained what Jimmy had planned, and
needless to say, Mary wasn't impressed with this latest example of her son's
errant behaviour. Sensing that this was the perfect opportunity to suggest
some form of retribution, Jane said 'Honestly Mum, if we don't do something
about his behaviour soon he's going to get completely out of control.'
'Yes dear I know' said her mother sadly, 'But what can we do about it.
Any ideas?'
This was Jane's moment. She broke into a grin and said 'Well as a matter
of fact I do have a plan on how to deal with young master Turner. It
would certainly make him think twice about misbehaving again, and at the
same time provide some wonderful entertainment for the girls at the party.'
Sensing that Jane had something imaginative in mind, Mary smiled and said
'Oh? And what might that be?'
'Well as we all know, Jimmy seems to have developed a really unpleasant
antipathy to all members of the female species recently. He's even become
rude and derisive to Angela and me, and I for one am not going to put up
with it any more. He's been particularly nasty to Debbie and the other girls
at school, and with this latest little plan of his, I think it's time to
take him down a peg or two. I think we should let him find out what it's
like to be on the receiving end of teasing and being laughed at.'
'Yes I agree' said her mother, 'But just how do you propose to deflate
his ego?'
'By humiliating him. Preferably this afternoon, while so many of the
girls he's treated with such derision are here. Let's see how he
likes it.'
'Hmm, that's not a bad idea actually. What sort of humiliation do you
have in mind?'
Jane grinned. 'Well' she said, 'After I discovered his nasty little plot
in the shed, I was wandering round the garden trying to think of how to
punish him, and at the same time I could imagine all of Debbie's friends
enjoying the party out on the lawn this afternoon. And then it came to me. A
delicious way of punishing him and cutting him down to size at the same
time.'
'Go on' said Debbie eagerly, impatient to find out how her brother was at
last going to be repaid for all the sleights and insults he'd thrown at her
in the past.
Jane looked at her younger sister, grinned, and said 'What will you and
your friends be wearing this afternoon?'
'Party dresses of course. What else would we be wearing?'
'Precisely. Party dresses. And very pretty you'll all look too. Well, how
would you like Jimmy to come to your party as well?'
'Jimmy! Oh yuck! Why would I want him to come? He'd
ruin it!'
'Well yes' grinned Jane, 'He probably would normally, but what if he came
dressed like everybody else?' The direction in which she was heading
suddenly became apparent to Debbie, who suddenly giggled and said 'You mean
wearing a dress? Like us?'
'That's right. Wearing a pretty little party frock. I've got something
absolutely delightful in mind that he could wear, and somehow, I don't think
he'd be any trouble at all because he'd be so utterly embarrassed.'
Debbie burst out laughing and said 'That's a fantastic idea! And it would
be a brilliant way of getting back at him for all the horrid things he's
done to me and my friends. Oh Jane, you're a genius!' She clapped her hands
together and her eyes sparkled with anticipation of at last seeing her
arrogant brother utterly humbled at last.
'But how are you going to get him into a party frock?' said Angela
thoughtfully, 'I mean I love the idea, but he's not going to just let
us dress him up as a girl is he?'
'No of course not' said Jane, 'But if our friends Fiona, Liz and Marilyn
come round to help, he can't really stop us getting him into a dress can he?
We'd be more than a physical match for him, so he wouldn't have any choice.
And I'm sure they'd love to help out because they're not too impressed with
Jimmy's behaviour either. I reckon they'd enjoy it.'
'Good point' grinned Angela, 'Well I must say you've thought of
everything haven't you? As usual, you always were the organised one. Did you
say you have something particular in mind for him to wear?'
'Oh yes' chuckled Jane wickedly, 'It'll be absolutely perfect. Do you
remember years ago when dear old Auntie Grace had that party frock
especially made to measure made for me as an 8th birthday present?'
'Of course' said Angela, 'You absolutely hated it, and I refused to wear
it either.'
'I don't remember' said Debbie, 'I was only a baby. What was wrong with
it?'
'Well' continued Jane, 'Being so old fashioned, Auntie Grace picked a
style of dress more suited to a six year old. You know the kind of thing. It
was a primrose yellow satin party frock with a peter pan collar, short
puffed sleeves, a long row of buttons up the back, and a sash belt that tied
in a bow behind the waist. And to top it off it had some smocking across the
front, so it was virtually a baby frock. But that wasn't the worst thing
about it. Dotty old Auntie Grace got the size completely wrong, and had it
made two sizes too big for me. That meant I couldn't wear it, which was a
great relief at the time.'
'I'll bet!' giggled Debbie, 'So what happened to it?'
'What do you think?' Said her mother with a smile as she recollected
Jane's reaction at the time. 'I didn't want to hurt your aunt by getting rid
of it after all the trouble and expense she'd gone to, so there was only one
thing for it. I kept it in the wardrobe until Jane grew into it.'
'By which time I was 10 years old' said Jane ruefully, 'And the last
thing I wanted to be seen in was what amounted to a baby frock as far as I
was concerned. But Mum still made me wear it whenever Auntie Grace came to
visit, or we went to visit her. I'll never forget the teasing I got from the
other girls at some of their parties when Mum made me wear it. I was so
relieved when I grew out of it and had an excuse not to wear it any more.'
'Gee I don't blame you' said Debbie, 'That must have been awful! Thank
goodness Auntie Grace never bought me a dress!'
'Which brings me to the point' said Jane. 'I've still got that party
frock hanging at the back of my wardrobe, and because Jimmy's so small for
his age I'm pretty sure that it would fit him without any problem at all.'
'Oh yes!' exclaimed Debbie as she burst into peals of mirth, 'That sounds
perfect for him! Can I have a look at it?'
'Of course you can' smiled Jane, 'I'll show you in a minute. I'm sure
you'll approve when you see it.'
Their mother had been following the conversation with a smile of
amusement on her face, and with a chuckle she said 'Well I must say it's an
ingenious punishment isn't it? My goodness, he'll be absolutely squirming
with embarrassment, and the girls will certainly enjoy getting their own
back on him. I know he's been giving several of them a hard time at school
recently, because their mothers have been complaining to me. He's become
quite the little bully. Small people are often aggressive and try to control
others to make up for their small stature. It's sometimes called a Napoleon
complex, and Jimmy's certainly small enough to fit that description.'
There was a pause, and then she said decisively 'All right Jane, go ahead,
but only on condition that you don't hurt him physically, I'm not having
that.'
'Don't worry Mum' replied Jane with a wicked grin, 'I promise we won't
hurt him physically. We'll just dent his ego.'
'Well that won't do him any harm' smiled her mother, 'And I must
say, I can't wait to see what he looks like wearing that dress!'
'Neither can I!' exclaimed Debbie with an expression of positive relish
on her face. If anyone was going to enjoy her brother's moment of
retribution, she was.
'All right then' said Jane, taking command of the situation, 'Let's go up
to my room and I'll show you the party frock. It really is sweet.'
Delighted that they had their mother's approval, the three sisters went
up to her room and started to assemble an outfit for Jimmy to wear that
would be guaranteed to humiliate him beyond anything he could imagine. And
they were experts. He certainly wasn't going to forget this party!
By now, Jane had learned to read her younger brother's mind like a book,
and she predicted that at 3pm he'd probably be looking out of his window
waiting to see the water sprinkler turn on. She was sure that when it didn't
turn on, he wouldn't be able to resist creeping into the garden shed to see
what had gone wrong. And that was when she planned to spring her trap.
Jane and Angela helped their mother prepare the refreshments for the
party, while Debbie busied herself getting herself ready. Her mother
buttoned her into her favourite party dress and tied back her hair with a
white satin ribbon tied in a bow with two tails hanging down the back of her
shoulder length hair. As she adjusted her hair ribbon, Mary said 'You look
so sweet in that outfit Debbie, so fresh and pretty.' The watching Jane
chuckled and said 'Well she won't look nearly as young as Jimmy by the time
we've got him dressed. That little party frock will make him look
about six years old I reckon. A six year old little girl that is!'
The three of them laughed as they tried to anticipate Jimmy's reaction at
being forced into wearing it.
It was a beautiful afternoon when Debbie's guests began to arrive wearing
their best party dresses, their hair held neatly in place with ribbons, and
looking the very epitome of sweet little girls. Their mothers sat in the
garden beaming with pleasure as the girls rapidly began to enjoy themselves
in girl talk and party games.
As 3pm approached, Jane stood in the garden with Angela and their
schoolfriends Fiona, Liz, and Marilyn, all three of them powerfully built
members of the school rowing team, watching Jimmy's bedroom window. Sure
enough, they suddenly noticed him peeping out from behind the curtain
waiting for the fun to start. The time came and went, and suddenly he
disappeared from sight. It was time to move. The five girls moved closer to
the garden shed, waiting for Jimmy to make an appearance. And right on cue,
they saw him creep out of the kitchen door at the side of the house and dart
into the shed.
'Right girls' said Jane, 'Let's go.'
They ran across to the shed and went inside to find a very startled Jimmy
with his hand on the water timer.
'Well well' grinned Jane, 'Caught you red handed. Thought you'd ruin
Debbie's party did you Jimmy? I know you far too well these days. I saw you
setting that timer, and it didn't take me a minute to put two and two
together. Own up, you planned to give the girls a real soaking didn't you?'
Jimmy knew the game was up, and under the baleful frown of his older
sister he knew there was no point in denying it. He shrugged his shoulders
and said 'If you say so.'
'Oh but I do say so. The question is, what are we going to do with
you by way of a punishment. You know you deserve it don't you? Come on,
admit it.'
Again, a shrug of the shoulders as he wondered what form of retribution
Jane had in mind.
'I'll take that as a yes' she grinned. 'Well, Angela and I have decided
to let the punishment fit the crime as the saying goes.'
'What do you mean?' said Jimmy nervously.
'Well, you were told to stay out of the way and in your room weren't
you?'
'Yes?'
'But you didn't did you? Just now you came downstairs and out into the
garden.'
'Yes but....'
'Well since you've come out into the garden, you must want to come
to Debbie's party mustn't you?' she grinned. 'Well you're in luck, because
we're going to grant you your wish by letting you come to the party. In fact
we insist on it. But there's just one small thing. Since you're now coming
to the party, you've got to be dressed properly for it, and since all the
girls are wearing their prettiest party frocks, you're going to wear one
too. With all the trimmings. We're going to turn you into the prettiest
little girl here, and you're going to stay like that until you go to bed
tonight. I've already told Mum what you planned to do, and she's given her
full approval, so don't expect her to get you out of it.'
Jimmy gulped. The prospect of being dressed up in a little girl's party
frock would be enough to fill any full-blooded boy with horror, and he was
no exception. He decided to try and bluff his way out of it by shouting 'If
you think I'm going to put on a dress you can think again! There's no
way I'm going to do it and that's that.'
'No?' smiled Jane, 'I think you'll find you have no choice. We're more
than a match for you, and if you don't co-operate we'll just have to make
you won't we? Which would probably be more fun anyway.' Feeling like a
cornered rabbit, Jimmy stood there for a moment and then, breaking into a
panic, he lunged for the door, desperate to escape.
But Jane and Angela were more than ready for him, and quickly grabbed him
tightly by the arms. 'All right then' grinned Jane, 'Looks like we'll have
to do it the hard way. Let's take him up to my room, I've got everything
ready for him.'
'Nooooo!' yelled the hapless Jimmy, as his two older sisters
dragged their squirming little brother out of the shed, across the lawn, and
into the house. Realising what was happening, Mary gave them an amused wave
of approval, and then turned to Debbie and her friends to explain what was
happening.
Jimmy was no match against five strapping teenage girls of course, and
soon found himself in Jane's bedroom, where he was held down face up on the
bed by Angela and her three friends. With one girl holding each of his arms
and legs, that left Jane free to do whatever she liked with him, and he knew
it.
'Right then' said Jane with a grin, 'Time to change our nasty little
brother into a sweet little girl. Let's start by removing his clothes shall
we?'
Jimmy didn't stand a chance as she pulled off his shoes and socks, and
then unfastened his shirt and trousers before removing them. That done, she
pulled off his vest and underpants so that he was left lying there
completely naked. Jimmy wasn't particularly embarrassed at being nude. He
was far more worried as he watched Jane open the wardrobe door and take out
a particularly cute looking little girl's party frock. Just as Jane had
explained to Debbie earlier, it was a primrose yellow satin dress with a
peter pan collar, short puffed sleeves, and a long row of pearl buttons down
the back. The dress had a sash belt to be tied in a bow at the back, and
smocking across the front which emphasised its childishness.
Jane held it up and said 'Here we are little girl, your party frock.
Isn't it sweet? I grew out of it years ago, and I was really glad to because
it looks so babyish. I hated wearing it, but now it's going to get some use
again.' Jimmy looked at it in horror, and groaned as she hung it on the
wardrobe door ready for use.
'Now then' she continued, opening a drawer and taking out a pair of
yellow satin knickers, 'Let's put our little girl's undies on first shall
we? Just hold onto him while I slip them on.'
The girls kept a tight hold on Jimmy and lifted his bottom up off the bed
slightly while she slipped the knickers on over his ankles and drew them up
his legs to his waist.
'There we are little girl' she grinned, 'Aren't they pretty?' while Jimmy
looked down at them with utter distaste. 'And now for your party frock' she
added with a wicked smile. She went across to the wardrobe, and removing the
frock from its hanger, she unfastened the buttons down the back and said
'Right, turn him over onto his front while I get him into it.' The girls
rolled Jimmy over while she went to the top of the bed, next to his head.
Despite his struggles, she girls forced his head and arms into the dress,
and Jane pulled it down around him. Then while the girls held him down
securely, she fastened the buttons up the back and tied the sash belt in a
neat non-slip bow behind his back.
'Good' said Jane, 'Now for his feet. Sit him up on the bed.' The girls
turned Jimmy over so that he was facing upwards, sat him upright on the bed,
and spreadeagled his legs. Jane picked up a pair of white cotton ankle
socks, pulled them onto his feet, and turned the tops down neatly. Then
reaching under the bed, she picked up a pair of shoes and placed them
between Jimmy's outstretched legs. Looking inside one, she said 'You take
size three, so these should fit you perfectly. And they're going to look so
cute on you!'
Unfortunately for Jimmy she was right, they couldn't have been cuter. A
pair of white leather mary jane strap shoes decorated with pink flowers that
fastened with a buckle at the side of the foot. The perfect shoe for a
little girl. If he'd been a little girl that is. Jimmy groaned with
humiliation as she buckled them on tightly, making sure that it would be
impossible for him to kick them off. These shoes were designed to remain
firmly on fidgety little girl's feet.
Jane looked at Jimmy's feet and broke into a broad grin. 'Oh yes, they
look very nice' she giggled, 'Now let me see, what else is there?' She
looked him up and down for a moment and then said 'Oh yes, of course, little
girls love wearing pretty ribbons in their hair don't they? So...'
She opened a drawer and took out some yellow satin hair ribbon and a pair of
scissors, and carefully cut two equal lengths.
'His hair's a little bit short for ribbons' she grinned, 'But not too
short I think. Just take him over to the dressing table and sit him up
straight in front of the mirror will you?'
The girls swiftly dragged Jimmy off the bed and dragged him across to a
chair facing the dressing table. They quickly sat him down in an upright
position with his arms held down over the back of the chair, so that he had
no choice but to look at himself in the mirror.
'Right. Hold his head still' said Jane, and one of the girls stood behind
him, put her arm around under his chin, and held his head in a vice-like
grip. Jane combed his hair with a parting down the middle and arranged it
into two bunches secured with a couple of elastic bands. Jimmy squirmed and
groaned with humiliation as Jane 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 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 Jimmy's hair forward in a fringe, 'That's
how I used to have my hair done when I was a little girl. Well near enough,
anyway. All right, stand him up and let's have a look at him.'
They stood Jimmy up in front of the full-length wardrobe mirror, and a
chorus of giggles rang in his ears. And no wonder, he was dressed almost
identically to the youngest of the girls downstairs in the garden. He now
gave a good impression of a typical little girl aged about eight.
'There we are' chuckled Jane, 'One little girl all ready to go to
Debbie's party.' Jimmy shuddered at the prospect as the girls stood him up
and shrieked with laughter at his appearance.
'Isn't she a sweetie?' laughed one.
'An absolute little poppet' grinned another.
Angela couldn't stop giggling and said 'Oh Jimmy, you'd have made the
cutest little sister, you really would!'
'So what happens now?' asked one girl.
'Now?' grinned Jane, 'Well in a minute we'll take our little girl
downstairs to join the other girls, but first I've got one more little
surprise. After all, we don't want him making a run for it, so I've got just
the thing to keep him under control.' She opened a drawer and took out a
bundle of white leather straps. For a moment Jimmy was puzzled as to what
they might be, but as she began to arrange them he realised what they were,
and he gulped with nervous anticipation. Oh no he thought, they
can't be, surely not. But they were.
It was a set of traditional style white leather baby reins. Across the
front chest plate were three little bells that jingled as Jane adjusted the
straps, and the chest plate was decorated with a picture of a teddy bear and
three play bricks with the letters ABC on it.
Angela giggled with gleeful anticipation at this added humiliation as
Jane said 'All right girls, hold him while I put them on him. He certainly
won't be able to run away wearing these!' She advanced towards Jimmy
holding up the reins, and despite his struggles, the girls thrust his arms
into the straps. Jane quickly moved behind him, and threading the straps
through the buckles, she tightened them so that the baby reins held him
securely in their unyielding grip.
'How on earth did you get baby reins big enough to fit him?' laughed one
of the girls.
'Oh that was easy' grinned Jane, 'They're left over from when our Aunty
Nan brought our little cousin Terence to stay a couple of years ago.
Remember how big he was for his age Angie?
'Big?' retorted Angela, he was enormous! More like a six
year old than three and a half, and she had them made especially big enough
to fit him by a friend of hers who did leatherwork. And he was so
disobedient. Used to have terrible tantrums out in public until Aunty
Nan used the reins to keep him under control. He was so humiliated wearing
them that it soon curbed his temper, and soon she only had to threaten to
put them on him to make him behave.'
'And' grinned Jane, holding up the reins and shaking them so that the
small bells on the front tinkled, 'I've now made them escape-proof. He'd
obviously try and take them off as soon as he got the chance, so I've
replaced the buckles with lockable ones, so there's no way he'll be able to
get them off. Watch this.' She took three small padlocks out of a drawer,
and slipping each padlock into one of the lockable buckles, she clicked them
shut with an air of finality. Jimmy suddenly realised that she'd locked him
securely into the baby reins, and without the key to the padlocks there was
no way in which he could possibly take them off, and consequently, the
little girl's party frock he was wearing underneath either. He was now
imprisoned in them and under the complete control of whoever held the reins,
as he was about to discover.
Instinctively trying to remove the humiliating baby reins, he tried to
reach the buckles behind him to unfasten them, and knowing how pointless
that would prove to be, Jane deliberately let him try while she kept a tight
hold on the leading rein. To a chorus of amused giggles from the girls,
Jimmy gyrated wildly for a few seconds, and occasionally managed to reach
one of the buckles with his fingers. But with each buckle securely locked,
he soon came to realise the futility of that idea, and came to a halt
like a tamed wild pony. He was stuck and he knew it.
'Had enough?' grinned Jane. Jimmy refused to answer, and looked at the
ground in frustrated humiliation. There he was, dressed as a sweet little
girl with ribbons in his hair, and locked into a set of baby reins like a
two year old. How much worse could it get? He would find that out in due
course.
'There we are' grinned Jane, 'That'll keep our little girl under control.
Now let's take her downstairs to meet the other little girls.' She tightened
her grip of the reins and gave them a sharp jerk to remind Jimmy that she
had him completely under her control like any naughty toddler. He nearly
lost his balance as she pulled on the them, and he blushed crimson at the
thought of being virtually as helpless as a toddler.
With Jane behind him holding his reins, Jimmy was led downstairs and out
through some french windows into the garden. There was quite a reception
awaiting him.
By now, Mary had informed the girls of the soaking that Jimmy had planned
for them, so their reaction was predictable. If there's one thing that
little girls are expert in, it's teasing little boys. Especially when
they're dressed in a sweet little party frock with ribbons in their hair.
And wearing baby reins? The stage was set for a lesson in humiliation that
would be any boy's nightmare. As soon as Jimmy appeared, shrieks of high
pitched laughter rent the air as the girls fell about laughing until tears
of mirth ran down their faces. Then the teasing catcalls began.
'What a sweet little girl! Isn't she gorgeous?'
'And look at her pretty ribbons. They match her dress perfectly.'
'I love the party frock. Where did you get it? From a baby shop?'
'She must have done. After all, she is wearing baby reins isn't
she?'
'And look at those cute little shoes. She must be about three years old.'
'Did mummy bring you in your pushchair or your pram little girl?'
All the while Jimmy had to just stand there, scarlet with humiliation, as
the girls teased and taunted him with relish. From time to time Jane tugged
on his reins to emphasise his new status as a cute little girl.
Debbie was the most delighted of all. She kept looking at her brother,
grinning, and then bursting into peals of laughter. Then she suddenly said
'Wait a minute, we can't call him Jimmy dressed like that can we? I
think we should give my little sister a new name for the day.'
'What a good idea' grinned Angela, 'Any ideas anyone?'
There was a moment's pause before one of the girls said 'I know. I've got
the cutest baby sister called Lucy. That's a good name for a sweet little
girl isn't it?'
'Lucy' chuckled Jane, 'Oh yes, I like that. All right girls, how
about we call our little girl Lucy for the rest of the day?'
A loud chorus of giggles showed the girl's approval of that idea, and the
motion was obviously carried unanimously. Jimmy stood there and groaned with
humiliation, wishing that the ground would just swallow him up. He was
certainly paying for his past misdeeds with a vengeance.
His first humiliating introduction to the girls completed, they settled
down to play some games in the garden while Jane sat down on a garden seat,
and pulling Jimmy down by his baby reins, she made him sit cross-legged on a
rug at her feet where he could be clearly viewed by everyone. The girls kept
darting across and teasing Jimmy, relishing this chance of at last getting
their own back for all the insults and injuries he'd inflicted on them in
the past.
Debbie suddenly went into the house, and Jimmy gave a groan of despair
when she returned with her digital camera in her hand.
'Oh no! Please! No pictures!' he cried in despair, but his sister
was in no mood for mercy. This was too good an opportunity to miss.
'Why not?' she giggled, 'I want these for my photo files. Just wait until
I email them to all your mates. And especially Jennifer. Reckon she'll just
love seeing them! Now hold still.'
His girlfriend Jennifer. He'd forgotten about her, and Jimmy gave
a little whine of helpless protest at the teasing that he would inevitably
suffer at her hands. She had a wicked sense of humour, and would no doubt
exploit it to the full.
Jimmy tried to get up, but Jane grinned and held him down firmly in place
with the reins, and Jimmy blushed scarlet with humiliation as his younger
sister set about recording the moment for posterity. He shuddered to think
what she might do with them.
Debbie took a large number of photos of him from every angle, and finally
satisfied, she grinned at Jimmy and said 'There, that lot should assure your
co-operation from now on. I'm sure you wouldn't like to see them in your
school magazine for instance.' She chuckled wickedly, and they both knew
what she meant. With what she could do with those photographs, he would be
putty in her hands from now on. With a satisfied grin, Debbie went across to
her friends and showed them the photos on the camera's screen. Jimmy winced
as he saw the girls giggling at the images of him appearing as a simpering
little girl.
This little incident over, the girls continued playing in the garden
until Jimmy's mother appeared at the French windows and said 'Tea everybody.
Time to come in now.'
'Oh good' said Jane with a wide grin as she stood up, 'This should be
entertaining. Up you come Lucy.' She jerked Jimmy to his feet, and led him
into the house, where Debbie's birthday spread was laid out in the dining
room just inside the french windows. They'd already taken their places at
the table, when Jimmy was led into the room and sat down at the end of the
table opposite Debbie where he could be clearly seen by everybody.
Children have all the cunning of a pack of hyenas when they detect that
their victim is helpless, and the girls shrieked with laughter at the sight
of Jimmy blushing crimson with humiliation. No wonder they laughed. Many of
them had suffered various degrees of bullying at his hands, and they were
now determined to have their revenge in full measure.
'All right girls' smiled Mrs. Turner, pleased to see that her son was at
last receiving his well-deserved come-uppance, 'Time to tuck in.' And tuck
in they did. The table was laden with sandwiches, biscuits and cakes and a
never ending supply of soft drinks. This was followed by jelly and ice
cream, and finally, Debbie's birthday cake. It was feast set for a queen.
Not surprisingly, Jimmy didn't have much of an appetite as he endured a
continuing barrage of giggles and teasing. He was certainly paying for his
past treatment of the girls with a vengeance
Eventually, everyone had eaten their fill, and as they rose from the
table, Jane said 'Why don't you all go back out into the garden girls? We'll
bring Lucy out in a minute.' With a few residual giggles, the girls got up
from the table and went out through the french windows back into the garden.
At this point Jimmy assumed that his torment was over, and that he would
now be released. No such luck. Jane and Angela were determined to cure him
of ever teasing Debbie and her friends again, so Jane said 'Well now Lucy,
you've had your tea, so let's take you outside to join the other little
girls.'
Jimmy groaned as she pulled on his reins and led him out to a wide
swinging garden seat. She sat him down in the middle, and she and Angela sat
down on either side of him to keep him under control.
He sat there, enduring yet more teasing, until the afternoon sun moved
round and began to shine onto Jimmy's face. Angela looked at him, noticed
him squint, and suddenly grinned as she said 'Sun a bit strong for you Lucy?
What you need is something to keep it out of your eyes. I'll just go and get
it.' Jimmy wondered what she could mean by that as she rose from her seat
and went into the house.
A moment later she returned, and with a broad grin, held up a little
girl's pink and white gingham sun bonnet with a wide stiffened brim to frame
the face and two long tie tapes that fastened under the wearer's chin.
Oh no groaned Jimmy to himself as Angela said 'This is just what
we need to protect little Lucy from the sun.' Let's see how it looks on her
shall we?' She brought it down carefully onto a blushing Jimmy's head,
pulled it on firmly, and tied the ribbons under his chin in a neat bow. Then
she stood back, and the little girls shrieked with laughter.
'Oh that's delightful' laughed Jane, 'And it fits him perfectly.
He just looks so sweet with his face framed in his pretty little
bonnet like any other little girl.'
With his head now adorned in just about the most humiliating way
possible, Jimmy blushed crimson while the girls revelled in this final
salutary lesson for all the past hurts he'd inflicted on them. Debbie took
out her camera again and took great delight in taking some more photos of
him. His salutary lesson was complete.
The party games continued for another hour or so until the proceedings
finally came to an end and the young guests started leaving. Every one took
the chance of bidding the helpless Jimmy a teasing farewell as if they were
saying goodbye to a little girl, and he knew that by now his reputation as a
little tough guy was in tatters, and things would never be the same again.
When the last of the girls had left, Debbie and her sisters stood in
front of Jimmy. 'Well Jimmy' said Jane, 'Had enough? After today, I doubt if
you'll ever again feel like trying any more of your nasty tricks on the
girls. And if you try lording it over any of the little ones I suspect
they'll just laugh at you and remind you of today.'
'And with these gorgeous photos of you' giggled Debbie as she held
up her camera, 'I suggest you certainly don't try teasing me again.
I'll know just where to send them if you do.' She grinned at him
triumphantly, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he knew
she was right.
Jane removed Jimmy's bonnet and helped him to his feet before saying with
a more kindly tone of voice 'Come on then little brother, let's go upstairs
and I'll help you out of those things. Then you can have a bath, get
dressed, and I'm sure there's enough party food left over to fill you up. I
noticed you didn't eat much.'
'I'm not surprised!' Debbie giggled.
Jimmy suddenly realised that now that he'd paid his penance, his sisters
had forgiven him all his past misdeeds, and this was his chance to start
again with a clean slate. Horrendous though the day had been, he had to
admit that he'd deserved it, so he decided to accept it with good grace and
put any idea of revenge out of his mind. Which was a wise decision. From
that moment on he curbed his mischievous and bullying instincts, and life
became decidedly more pleasant for all concerned. Sometimes you have to be
cruel to be kind.
THE END
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