A Midsummer's Daydream, Part 2
By David
daphnesecretgarden@yahoo.com

copyright 2002 by David, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit 
depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
of  a legal age in your locality to view such material or if
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Chapter Six   The Nightmare Returns

I spent the next few days keeping a low profile around the
house.  After all I'd been through, I just didn't have the
courage to face anyone, especially my cousins.  I mean, I was
extremely upset and worried about all the things that had
happened at the waterfall, and in my mind, there was a chance
that they might try to do it all again.  I'd decided that
there was no way I was going to let myself go through all that
pain and humiliation again, and if my cousins wanted to try
it, well, they could just go and jump in a lake.  The way I
looked at it, why should I make things any worse on myself by
playing their stupid little games?

Besides, I had more important things to worry about, such as
explaining why I was missing a complete set of clothes, a pair
of tennis shoes and a backpack.

Adding to my worries was the fact that I was sore all over. 
Remember all that pinching and slapping and spanking that had
gone on that awful day?  Well, part of me kept thinking
"Forget it, stupid, it was only a bad dream" ... but let me
tell you, it was for real, all right!  Sporting a gallery of
red marks and bruises, my body was paying for every bit of the
abuse I'd received at the hands of my tormentors.

I remember standing in front of the bathroom mirror the next
morning and seeing the faded welts on my bare bottom and the
bruised pinch marks on my hips, shoulders and chest.  I could
hardly bear to sit down in certain positions and   though I
wouldn't admit it for a hundred dollars   even my nipples were
sensitive from being tweaked and pinched.  And, yes, as
unpleasant as it may sound, my poor little penis was extremely
sensitive and aching from all that ... well, you know what
from; it was a painful   and yet memorable   reminder of the
shameful experience I'd undergone.  

And then there was the memory of Chris ... Even after a couple
of days of trying to forget what had happened, I couldn't deny
any of it.  Everywhere I looked I saw his freckled face, his
deep, sad eyes.  I could still smell his breath on mine   and
taste the taste of ripe, fresh strawberries ... and all those
kisses ....

Oooo-weee!  I was certainly an emotional mess, that was for
sure!

To keep from having to face my cousins and avoid explaining
myself to the adults, I spent the next few days hiding in my
grandmother's barn or just wandering through her garden. 
Except for sleeping in my room, I didn't dare stay around the
house.  I couldn't look my cousins in the eye, not after what
had happened that awful day   knowing what they'd made me do. 
It was too much for my young mind, not to mention my boyish
ego.  I'd always prided myself on being all-boy all the time,
but after being coerced into acting   well, literally like a
fairy!   I just couldn't stand the idea of having to face my
relatives and all the grief they were likely to give me.

And then there was the problem of my Aunt Margaret.  She'd
seen me in my birthday suit, too, which I was sure raised all
sorts of questions in her mind.  There was no doubt in my
twelve year old brain that she told my grandmother all about
seeing me come in that frightful night, my bare bottom hanging
out, looking like a scared rabbit scampering up the stairs. 
How was I going to explain that?  What on earth could I say to
my aunt, to my grandmother, to make things right?  The answer
eluded me   the truth was far too humiliating and no lie I
could conjure up would hold up under scrutiny.  It seemed that
there was nothing for me to say.  Nothing at all.

And so I spent the daylight hours hiding alone with my worries
and the nights locked in my room reliving in nightmares my
humiliation at the hidden waterfall.

I'm a pretty fairy,
oh, so sweet! 
See my pixie smile
and my bare feet?
Hiding in the forest
all night and day,
I play fairy games
so happy and gay.


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My troubles resurfaced on the third morning following the
incident at the waterfall.  For the past couple of days I'd
been getting up around dawn, grabbing a quick bite to eat, and
then getting out of the house before my cousins and my aunt
got up.  

On this particular morning I was sitting on the toilet,
relaxed and content, minding my own business, when the
bathroom door suddenly swung wide open.  To my shock and
dismay, Pam and Sheila walked in, strutting right over to me
as though they owned the place, smiling like a couple of cats
that had just entered a canary cage.  With my pajama bottom
down around my ankles and my top hanging far out of reach on a
hook on the wall, I was as naked and helpless as I was when I
was caught skinny dipping a few days before.  

"No-o-o-o-o ..." I whined pitifully.

"Hey, ugly boy!" Pam said with a grin. I blushed like crazy. 
Even at her worst, my sixteen year old cousin was scarily
beautiful.  "Whatcha doin?  Havin' a nice poop?"

"Do you smell something?" Sheila said, her nose wrinkled and
sniffing.  "It stinks in here!"

"Get out of here!" I cried desperately.  "You can't do this! 
Get out or I'll tell Nana on both of you!"

My indignation amused my cousins, causing them to laugh in a
way that scared me.  Well, you couldn't blame them; I mean,
there I was, sitting on the toilet, trying to keep my cool and
cover my nudity all at the same time, an impossible task, to
say the very least.  Pam rapped me sharply on top of the head
with her knuckles, the pain bringing a flood of tears to my
eyes.  

"Don't you tell us what we can do!  Nana isn't here to save
your little butt.  Mom took her into town for the day.  You
know what that means don't you?"  

I didn't dare say a word.  Whatever that meant, I figured I
wasn't going to like it.

"That means you belong to us!" Sheila taunted.  "All day long,
fairy boy!  All day long!"

A cold, cruel chill spread down my spine.  I didn't like the
sound of that at all.  "You just wait 'til Nana gets back," I
braved through swelling tears.  "If she finds out what you're
doing she'll get you!  You can't treat me like this!"

Both girls laughed and Pam reached down and pinched my nose
... hard!  I couldn't help sobbing in pain.

"We're in charge, so don't even worry 'bout that right now,"
she said with a giggle.  "Besides, she wouldn't care anyway if
she knew what kind of little fairy you really are!"

"Yeah, li'l fairy," Sheila chimed in.  "Go ahead and tell. 
See what we care!"

Things weren't looking good.  Not at all.  "I'm not fairy, I'm
a boy!"  I said as I did my best to cover myself.  I then just
sat there and pouted and wished my cousins would go away.  
That, unfortunately, wasn't about to happen.

Sheila proved herself just as mean as her sister, giving the
soft flesh on my bare arm a cruel pinch.  A tall seventeen
year old, she was considerably more powerful than I was at the
time and had no trouble at all putting me in a painful
wristlock  

"Well, we don't like boys.  Especially stinky little crybaby
boys.  We much prefer pretty little fairies!"  

Sheila then bent down and grabbed my pajama bottom and jerked
them off my feet, nearly pulling me off the toilet in the
process.  All that without losing her grip on my wrist.  

"O-o-o-o-h," her sister said, taking the garment and dangling
it just out of reach. "Now what are you going to do, li'l
fairy?!"

I couldn't help but squeal out in horror.  I kicked my legs
and grabbed at my pajamas, but there wasn't much I could do
without getting off the toilet and exposing my bare bottom. 
And so I sat there, completely at my cousins' mercy as they
did what they did best: make my life miserable.  

"Today you're all OURS," Sheila said as she pulled my robe and
pajama top from the hook on the door and rolled them up with
the bottoms she'd pulled off me.  "We've got a big day
planned, so you better get off the pot!"

"Yep, a BIG day," her sister said with a giggle.

"Please, give me back my 'jamas," I begged in vain.  "You're
not supposed to see me like this."

Pam gave me one of those patented I-know-something-you-don't-
know-smiles and I knew right then there was no chance in heck
that I'd ever see them again, but I had to at least try.  

"Oh, you won't be needing these anymore.  Not today at least. 
Fairies don't wear pajamas, dummy!  After all you went through
the other day, don't you know that by now?  They never wear
anything!"  

Dejected and miserable, I sat there like an idiot for what
seemed like forever, bearing the brunt of my cousins' cruel
sense of humor.   I started crying again, which seemed to
annoy my cousin Sheila.

"Oh, would you just stop it already?  I don't know why in the
world you keep doing that.  You ought to be used to being
'nekkid' by now."

Pam agreed.  "Yeah, you need to shut up and get off the potty
now.  We've got things to do, places to go and people to see. 
Hop to it, fairy boy, before I get Nana's belt."

I tell you, I was never so mortified as when I finally   and
very shyly   stood up and wiped myself in front of my cousins. 
Talk about shame!  It was like I was a little baby, having
someone standing over me, telling how to do something so very
basic, so intimate.  

Before we did anything else, the girls insisted that I take a
bath, which, of course, they supervised with excruciating
thoroughness.

From shampoo to rinse, they made sure I did everything just
right, as though I was a little baby washing himself for the
very first time.  My heart beat like crazy when at one point I
had to stand in the middle of the tub and soap up myself 

"Do I have to?" I asked shyly.  It was bad enough that I was
naked in front of my cousins.  Touching myself there while
they watched was humiliating.

"Yes, you do," ordered Sheila.  "You stink, and we don't like
little boys who stink."

"Wash your little weiner really good or we'll wash it for
you," Pam warned.

Needless to say, I got a huge erection - well, huge for me -
as I ran my soapy hands over myself like that, which was the
point of the exercise.  My cousins just loved that, of course. 
They made me wash my bottom just as thoroughly and, to my
horror, had me bend over so they could inspect my crack.  Talk
about embarrassing!

"Good job," Sheila said.  "All sparkling clean and shiny.  Now
that's a pretty bottom!"

"Almost as pretty as a girl's!" Pam added.  "Maybe even
prettier!"

I felt curious fingers tracing around my butthole.  For some
reason my erection twitched.

By the time I was out of the tub I was awash with conflicting
feelings and sensations.  The girls pinched and poked at my
freshly bathed body as thought I was a little doll, and my
ears rang from the constant barrage of teasing that continued
to assault me.  I was never so embarrassed, or mad, in my
life.  

Then again, the day was young, wasn't it?

Oddly enough, the experience wasn't without its pleasantries;
standing naked before my captors was just awful ... but then
again, part of me kind of enjoyed it as they dabbed at me with
a powder puff and a spritzer of perfume, leaving my pale form
soft and touchable and smelling like a bouquet of flowers. 
Even as they brushed my hair, I found myself torn between
embarrassment and joy, ruefully savoring the attention I was
getting; it was like I was in a dream, nothing was real except
the constant touching and whispering that kept my spirits
afloat.

"Such a pretty boy," Sheila kept saying, shaking her head as
she held my hands up high and smacked at my belly and under my
arms with the big fluffy powder puff.  "You're really too
pretty to be a boy.  It's too bad you're not a girl.  Think of
all the fun we could have."

Pam laughed as she ran her eyes up and down my naked body. 
"Oh, I don't know.  I think this is pretty fun, too."

Sheila blinked, glanced down for a second and laughed.  "I see
what you mean.  Yep, it sure looks like everybody's having
fun."

At first I didn't know what they were talking about.  Then I
looked down.  There it was, my erection, pale with a fine
layer of talcum, straining under my cousins' gaze.  After all
that time it was still bouncing around and showing off like a
playful pet of some sort.

"Oh, no ... not this!!!" I thought desperately

Sheila's smile was as bright as the sun.  "Well, little cousin
can't complain too much.  His fun meter is giving him away." 
She grabbed one of my hands and Pam grabbed the other,
preventing me from hiding my shame.  "Come on, fairy boy,
let's put you to work. We've got the perfect chore for you to
do ...."


Chapter Seven   The Garden of Shame

The world was like a dream to me as I was led downstairs and
to the front door.  A really, really bad dream.  I'd lost
complete control of the entire situation, as though I was in a
horrible nightmare or even hypnotized.  I watched in terror as
Sheila winked at me and then opened the front door.  

"They're not serious!" I thought.  "They're not really going
to ...."

Reality hit me along with a full dose of morning sunlight.  I
remember being panicked as I was shoved out on the porch and
down the front steps.

"No!  No-no-no-no-no -no-no," I screamed over and over.  "No-
no-no-no-no!  You can't do this to m-...."

SLAPP!!!

My head spun under the force of my cousin's hand.

"Don't tell us what we can't do," Sheila said in a sweetly
menacing voice.  "You forget who you are, pretty boy.  You're
our little fairy slave today and we can do anything we want
with you."

My cousin Pam grinned.  "Yep, just about anything we want."

"This isn't fair!  It's cold out!  I ... I might get sick or
something."

"Oh, I doubt that.  It's not that cold.  You won't get sick. 
You might get sunburn on your butt ...."

"Or a whppin' ...." Sheila giggled.  "But you won't get sick."

"You're mean!" I whined.  Like that was going to do a lot of
good.

OWW!  Pam pinched the skin on my bare belly so hard I thought
it was going to draw blood.  "What are you going to do, cry
about it?  Oh, look, Sis, you were right.  He's just a little
crybaby."

"I am not!" I sniffed.  

"Oh yes you are!  You're the biggest crybaby I've ever seen."

It was going to be a miserable day, I could tell already. 
From the instant my bare feet touched the sidewalk, and then
the dew-drenched grass, I thought about breaking free and
running away, but my knees were so weak I couldn't bring
myself to do it.  Call me a coward if you like, but that was
all my poor pre-pubescent brain could come up with at the
time.  

"This isn't happening," I kept telling myself over and over
again.  I blinked in the bright sunlight.  "This can't really
be happening ... not to me!!!  Not again!!!"

After a little more teasing the girls actually put me to work. 
My "perfect chore" consisted of watering my grandmother's
rather enormous flower garden, which covered both the front
and back yard.  It was probably only about a quarter of an
acre, but to me it looked like a hundred.

I wasn't allowed to do it the easy way, of course.  Instead of
letting me use the hose, my cousins insisted that I use the
old-fashioned hand pump that sat atop an ancient well all the
way at the rear of the back yard, along with a large, rusty
watering can.  

Looking at what lay before me, I couldn't believe my cousins
were serious.  Nana had flower beds everywhere, in the front
yard, along the sides and up and down the back.  Beginning
with the front yard, it was my job to fill up the can, which
held about a gallon or so, and carry it back and forth by hand
to do the watering.  Weighing more than ten pounds when it was
full, the bulky can with its huge spout was a clumsy thing to
lug about, and I have no doubt that I looked quite foolish as
I struggled to do as I was ordered.

"That ought to keep you busy for most of the day," my cousin
Pam said.  Her voice reminded me of my grandmother just before
punishing me for some wrongdoing.

After the first trip I set the heavy can down and started to
cry.  "Do I have to do this?  It's too hard.  And it's going
to take forever."

Pam gave me a not-so-gentle rap of the knuckles on the top of
my head and a stern warning.  

"Get to work, little fairy.  The sooner you get your chores
done, the better.  And I better not see any pouting, either.
The Fairy Rules are in effect, so I want to see nothing but
smiles, okay?  You got that?" 

"I get it, I get it," I said, rubbing the top of my aching
head.

The irony of the situation was that there was a little statue
in the middle of the front yard, surrounded by a bed of pink
flowers, a rendition of a slender cherub-like creature doing
pretty much the same thing I was doing.  Almost as tall as me
at the time, with butterfly wings sprouting from its back and
in its hand a miniature version of watering can I was fighting
with, the graceful figure balanced mysteriously on a stone
slab in a solemn, sad pose.  No wonder it was sad; from the
first time I saw it, it  looked to me more like a naked boy
than anything supernatural; in fact, that's how Nana always
referred to it, her "pretty boy."  

And, yes, in case you were wondering, it was anatomically
correct, okay? There wasn't much there, just enough that you
could tell it was most definitely a boy and not a girl.  Not
that I spent all that much time looking at it or anything, you
understand.

Whatever.  What was important was  I remembered that life-
sized statue being there ever since I was little, stealing
glances at it whenever I came to visit, fascinated by it for
some unknown reason.  I suppose that was because it had always
looked so alive to me, as though it might come to life and
actually speak.  I'd often felt sorry for the alabaster boy,
wings or no wings, frozen in his nakedness.  Before all this
craziness happened I'd occasionally imagined myself in his
position, but promptly dropped the matter as being too
unbelievable.  

Now, trapped in my birthday suit in bright daylight, feuding
with a heavy water can, I felt an obvious kinship with the
silent stone child.  Odd, how I couldn't help looking at him
and thinking of Christopher and that awful day at the
waterfall ....

Meanwhile, back in reality, my cousins sat on the front steps
and watched over me for a little while, nagging and teasing me
as I performed my tedious chores.  I couldn't do anything
right, of course, and they made sure I knew it.  Back and
forth across the front yard I went, banging my shins on the
heavy metal can and getting whacked on my bare bottom with a
switch for no good reason.  I was a pretty miserable fellow,
let me tell you.

After a while the girls played another mean trick on me. 
"Hey, come here, fairy boy!" Pam called out.  

She was concealing something behind her back and the look on
her face was evil.  

"I bet you'd like something to wear."

I tried to restrain my desperation, but that was impossible. 
"Please," I said a little too eagerly.  

"Here, close your eyes for a second."

For an instant I had high hopes that I might get to put on at
least a little something, but I quickly squelched them.  With
my luck it would be a pair of socks or something equally
useless.  No use getting too excited, I figured.  

Oh, gosh ... what if it's something girly??!!! I thought in a
panic.

"I said close your eyes."  I winced as Pam poked me in the
belly with a sharp fingernail.

Reluctantly and fearfully, I did as I was told, praying
silently for a miracle.  An odd tickle on my chest and around
my neck sent a thrill through my body.  A second later I
looked down to see a silver chain, fine as a spider web,
draped below my chin.  A delicate, flowerlike object about the
size of my thumb hung from it.  A close examination showed it
to be a pink porcelain figurine - a fairy, of course.  Looking
down at it, I realized this was something no real boy would
ever be seen wearing.  My stomach churned with despair.

While I lamented my gift, Sheila cracked up with laughter. 
"You should see the look on your face!  You look like you're
gonna cry, crybaby."

I started to say something, at least tell her to go to hell,
but she was right.  I was on the verge of breaking out in
tears and bawling like a baby.  And I would have, too, if I'd
opened up my big mouth.

"You better be careful with that necklace," Sheila warned. 
"You break it or lose it, and you'll get such a whipping!"

My cousins insisted on decorating my hair while they had their
hands on me.  Right there in the front yard of my
grandmother's house!  Good thing we were up a ways from the
main road!  I would have died if anybody else saw me looking
so stupid.

Anyway, instead of giving me a tiara of purple and white
flowers like the other day, this time the girls braided a ring
of tiny pink and white rose buds to go atop my head.  Sheila
finished it off with a mix of red and white roses stuck on
top, kinda like a crown.  Pam, meanwhile, fashioned a pair of
bracelets out of some of the same thin vines she's used to
make my headdress.  With my new pendant and my flowery
adornments, all I needed was a pair of wings and I'd look like
a real live fairy!

You can imagine the panic I felt when Pam produced her little
camera.

"Here, I wanna get a picture.  Stand next to the statue. 
Closer. Like even closer.  Put your arm around it like you're
the best of  friends.  That's it!  Now smile!"

Yeah, I know ... I felt like a complete and total idiot, but I
didn't care.  The more angry I became, the more fun the girls
had at my expense.  I thought about it while they were
decorating me and I came to a revelation.  My new job, I
decided, was to try and not show my misery.  Why let my
cousins know how unhappy they were making me?  Why not pretend
to enjoy myself?  In fact, I thought, I'll act like I'm having
a ton of fun, no matter what they do to me. That ought to
really piss them off!

"I wonder what I look like," I said with forced pleasantness. 
"Is this right?  Do I look okay? Do you wanna take some more?"

It took all I had, but I somehow managed to act like I was
enjoying myself.

A grinning Pam loaned me a small makeup mirror to see how I
looked.  I forced a wan smile as I touched the flowers
intertwined in my longish hair.  Yep, just like I figured.  A
total idiot.  In fact, I looked just like a girl.  To do that
was just about the worst thing you could do to me.  Now I wished
I'd gotten all of my hair cut off.

 "I do look kinda pretty, don't I?" I asked in a sing-song
voice.  Wow, this was actually kinda working.  No harm in trying
to go along with my cousins' little game.  Maybe they'd get
tired of it.  I prayed for a miracle.

"Pretty?  You look adorable!" Sheila gushed.

"Oh, so sweet!" Pam added.  "Just like a fairy princess!"

My face suddenly got hot.  I nodded.  "Thanks," I said with a
forced grin.

Sheila looked me dead in the eye.  "The important question is,
what do you think of how you look?"

I cleared my throat.  "I, um, I guess I look okay."

"Oh, really?  Just okay?  A minute ago you said you looked
pretty."

"I guess I do," I nodded.  "Look, you know, pretty, I mean."  

My cousin grinned.   "Come on, tell the truth, David.  You're
really getting into all this, aren't you?  Being our little
fairy boy and all?  You can tell us.  Don't lie."

I swallowed.  How far was I going to go with all this?  Did
Sheila know I was just going along to keep her off my back? 
Or did she think I actually liked looking like and acting like
a fruit?  Either way, she wasn't going to make this easy for
me.  

"Oh, I like it, okay.  It's, uh, nice.  Honest!"

Pam laughed.  "Oh, come on, fairy boy.  You can't fool us. 
Like it?  You love it, don't you?  You love running around in
your birthday suit and having a couple of pretty girls primp
and pamper you.  Tell me this isn't the best thing that's ever
happened to you!"

"Noooo," I whined.  "I mean, I don't know.  Maybe."

"Liar!" her sister interjected.  "Come on, David, 'fess up. 
After the way you acted the other day when Linda and Anita
dressed you up and then how you were kissing on your little
boyfriend?  You love acting like a little fairy!  Tell the
truth.  What difference does it make?  We know how you really
feel, so you might as well admit it."

In spite of standing around all morning stark naked, I felt
myself blushing from head to toe at the prospect of having to
say something so stupid, so ridiculous ... something so queer. 
I wasn't even sure if I could say it if I wanted to.

On the other hand, with my cousins sitting there staring at me
like that, well, it was difficult to deny.  They'd seen me do
some pretty crazy stuff that summer.  As far as they were
concerned they already knew the truth.  And so what if I said
I liked this stupid game , who would know?  It was just
between the three of us, so what would it hurt?

"Yeah, well, it ... it  is kinda fun," I stammered.  "I guess. 
Sorta."

Sheila gave me a pinch on the butt. "Which is more fun,
dressing up and playing fairy games, or kissing boys?"

I froze.  What a question!!!  Either way I was screwed.  I
coughed and thought for a second.  

"Dressing up and, you know, the fairy game thing, I guess."

The girls burst out laughing.  

"Oh, yeah, as if you didn't like kissing Christopher!  You big
fibber!  If you liked playing 'fairies,' you loved kissing on
your little boyfriend!  Don't lie to us!  We got the pictures
to prove it!"

I felt my face flush with shame.  Darn it!  Darn Pam and that
stupid camera!  Nodding slightly, I mumbled a quiet, "I guess
so" and wiped my eyes.  Was I crying?

My cousins grinned like crazy as I stood there and tearfully
confessed my guilty secrets.  Yes, I liked running around bare
bottomed.  Yes, I liked dressing up and acting like a fairy. 
And yes, I liked kissing and hugging on Christopher!  Geez ...
I'd have said anything at that point to get them to stop
badgering me!

At last, after I poured my heart out, Sheila pulled me close,
hugged me, and then gave me a light kiss on the lips.  

"Our little fairy!  Now see, was that so hard?  I figured you
were liking this more than you let on.  How else are you gonna
keep having fun?"

I felt myself spinning about and was pleasantly surprised to
find myself getting another hug and a kiss from Pam.  I also
got a pat on the bare butt, which was kinda nice, too.  It was
even nicer that she left her hand there as she held me in her
arms.

"This is so cool," Pam enthused.  "I knew you enjoyed playing
'fairies.'  It was obvious from the start.  Doesn't it feel
great to tell the truth?"

"I guess ...."

You don't know how hard it was for me to go along with all
that.  Without being too spastic, I mean.   I was still hoping
they would soon tire of their little joke, but it wasn't
looking good.  I was beginning to realize I should have kept
my mouth shut.   

My cousins grinned like a pair of Cheshire cats as they took
turns hugging on me and tickling me and patting me all over.  

"Well, I'm glad to hear you admit how much you're enjoying
yourself, little fairy," Sheila said.  Her eyes pierced deep
into mine.  "There's a lot more fairy fun yet to come."

I wanted to ask what she meant by that, but Sheila gave me a
playful SMACK!!! on the butt and shoved me toward the flower
garden.  "Just wait, you'll see.  Now get back to work!"

I kept my fake smile, but a cold chill ran down my spine as I
did as I was told.


Chapter Eight   Unwelcome Guests

By the time I finished watering the front garden the telephone
rang, so the girls disappeared, along with some of my grief. 
I was still naked, still adorned in my fairy trappings, but at
least I didn't have somebody around tormenting me.  

"Maybe they'll go away for good," I thought desperately to
myself.

As I started work in the back yard I  finally figured out that
if you didn't fill the watering can up all the way it was a
lot easier to carry.  Of course, you had to make more trips,
but I also was a lot closer to the well.  At least I wasn't
going to get blisters on my hands.  

This went on for, oh, I guess about an hour.  Long enough for
me to almost forget my nudity.  I watered all of the back yard
flowerbeds and then took a break, sitting on the concrete slab
next to the old well and drinking several handfuls of water. 
It had been a little chilly that morning, but the rising sun
warmed things up and I kind of, well, got comfortable running
around au naturel.  

"This isn't so bad," I thought to myself.  "If they just leave
me alone, I could stay like this the rest of the summer."  

I grinned at the thought, just for an instant ... and then I 
remembered how stupid I felt a little while before.  I mean, I
was a twelve year old boy, almost a teenager.  I should have
been out riding horses and fishing and playing baseball!  Not
running around bareass with flowers in my hair and acting like
some simpering sissy!

"I better be careful what I wish for.  Knowing those girls, if
they had their way I'd be running around like this all summer
long!"  I thought sadly.

Remembering my cousin's instructions, I got to work watering
the flower pots that lined the back porch and patio.  My
grandmother and aunt fancied themselves experts on herbs and
such things, so there were dozens of potted plants, small and
large and every size in between.  Filling the heavy water can
about halfway for each trip from the well, I figured it would
take forever before I got this chore done, too.

"Oh, well, it could be worse,"  I thought to myself.  "At
least there ain't nobody around to give me a hard time."

I got so caught up in my work that I didn't hear them until it
was too late.   First it was a car door slamming, then excited
voices, and finally the sound of somebody - make that lots of
somebodies! - coming around the side of the house.   I just
about jumped out of my skin when I realized what was going on,
and I looked around for a place to run and hide.  But it was
too late.  I was doomed.  Again.

It could have been worse, I suppose, but I don't know how.  
One minute I was alone, fairly content in my nakedness and
making an honest effort to get my chores done.  An instant
later I was face-to-face with a handful of bright-eyed,
jabbering, giggling girls!

"Where did they come from?  Oh, Jesus, not again!!!  Why
me???"

There were three of them in all, their ages ranging somewhere
between eleven and fourteen.  I knew all three, unfortunately,
mostly from the Sunday school my aunt made me attend when I
visited each summer.  

One girl, Becky, was the eleven year old sister of Linda, one
of the teenagers who'd kidnapped me at the waterfall.  I
looked around and sure enough, tall blond Linda was on the
back porch with my cousins, waving at me with an extremely
satisfied grin on her face.

"Hi, sweetie!" my old nemesis called down cheerfully.  "I
brought you some girly-girlfriends to keep you company.  Have
fun!"

Standing there stark naked and facing all those smiling faces,
I felt severely sick, all the way to the pit of my stomach.

"Oh, god ...."

Among the other girls Linda brought along to "keep me company"
were twelve year old Samantha, a pretty redhead I'd harbored a
crush on for the past couple of summers, and Teresa, a tall,
mean looking black fourteen year old I'd met at my cousins'
Sunday school. 

Dressed in a variety of shorts and jeans, tank tops and t-
shirts, my new admirers crowded around me, all wide-eyed and
shining smiles and laughter.  It was that dream again.  You
know, the waking up in school naked one?  Or the walking naked
through the department store one?  I mean, this was just as
bad ... nah, it was worse, much, MUCH worse than what happened
at the waterfall.  

I wish I could say it was fun - it sounds like fun, doesn't
it, a twelve year old boy running naked among a bunch of
girls? - but it wasn't.  It was, well, just plain terrifying! 
I mean, I was so humiliated, so scared I would have peed my
pants ... if I'd had any.

Aside from the obvious, I was in a really, really bad spot.  I
mean, this was much more than just a bunch of girls; these
were people who knew me, people I'd have to eventually face in
public places ... people who could - and would! - make me
miserable for the rest of my life. 

For instance, as long as I'd been coming to my grandmother's
farm Becky had always been pretty much a thorn in my side.  I
mean, she was nice and all, I guess, but she was also the
fattest girl in Sunday school, not to mention the ugliest -
glasses and braces, ugh! - and the goofiest.  All that, and
she was always making goo-goo eyes at me and trying to kiss
me, which I just couldn't stand!

Samantha, on the other hand, never gave me the time of day,
but that never stopped me from acting like an idiot around
her.  Hit hard with a bad case of puppy love, I thought
everything Samantha did was cute as heck.  The way she'd bat
her eyes, the spatter of freckles across her face, even the
way she laughed.  Now, well, hearing her laughing - at me! -
was the most shameful thing I could think of!  

Teresa Jackson's hold over me was as silly as it was stupid. 
Believe it or not, I was already scared of her long before any
of this craziness happened, partly because she was bigger than
me, partly because she was so scary, and partly because she
was black.  You have to understand that it was a different
world back in those days and at that age I was pretty much
scared of all black people, having been brought up in a
predominantly whitebread neighborhood.  Anyway, Teresa knew I
was terrified of her and she'd never hesitated to tease me
about it.  And now, in my current state of nudity, I was fair
game.

"Eek!!! Look quick, guys!" Becky  squealed at the top of her
lungs.  "Pammy's cousin David is all nakey!  Ew, gross!"

"What's wrong with this picture?" another girl announced with
a titter.  "Flowers in his hair, bare butt, jewelry ... Looks
like somebody's having too much fun if you ask me."   

"Isn't that queer," someone else said.

A smattering of giggles and whispers of disbelief filled the
air, punctuated by much squealing and laughing.    Becky had
every right to be mean, I guess; Sheila and Pam were always
saying I should ask her to be my girlfriend, just to be nice,
of course.   My reaction - being a typical twelve year old boy
- was instead to ignore or make fun of her, anything to get
her off my back.  I knew it hurt her feelings, but I didn't
care, as long as she kept away from me.  Now, thanks to my
darling cousins, it was payback time.

"Geez, David, what's wrong with you?" Becky said with a huge
grin.  "Running around all naked, with all those girly flowers
in your hair, that's just plain queer!" 

Dammit!  I'd forgotten about those stupid flowers.  I turned
away only to see Samantha looking up and down my body and
giggling like crazy.  She locked her big blue eyes in on mine;
they were so bright with laughter I found it difficult to
return her gaze.  My stomach ached and my head hurt, but there
wasn't much I could do except stand there and bite my lip. 
Talk about being shamed!  

"He's got little rose bud bracelets, too!" She sniffed the
air.  "What's that?  You even smell like a girl!  What is that
perfume, 'White Shoulders'?  Geez, I would have never thought
you would be such a little priss.  You do sissy stuff like
this often, or just on special occasions?"

I couldn't help but grit my teeth, partly out of grief, partly
out of frustration.  Before I could think of anything to say,
chubby Becky, of all people, jumped to my defense.

"Don't be so mean, Sammy!  I think David is pretty like this. 
Just like one of my dolls.  I like him this way."

I couldn't help but cringe as a pudgy arm slipped around my
naked waist and gave me a big hug; my eyes almost popped out
of my head as I felt a curious hand fondle my bare butt! 
Samantha looked at Becky and then back at me.  She then broke
out laughing and I couldn't help rolling my eyes.  This was
the absolutely worst day of my entire life!

"Leave me alone," I fumed.  "This isn't funny!"

I tried to get away, but Teresa grabbed my wrist and held me
tight.

"I just want to know what's that you're hiding, pretty boy?"
she said with a cruel laugh.  "You're not playing with your
little self, are you?"

To my horror the muscular black girl pulled my hands away so
everybody could see my privates, which they did, judging from
all the laughter.  I was amazed to see how her dark, almost
coal black skin contrasted with my own pale complexion.  She
was as strong as any boy and I felt completely powerless in
her grasp.

"You're almost as bad as my little brother, playing with your
weiner like that," she spat.  "Boys!"

"Look at his weiner, everybody!" giggled Becky.   "Cute!!"

"Eew, gross," moaned Samantha.  "It's bald!  Like a little
baby's!"

"Be nice!  I think it's cute," fumed Becky.  "Especially
because it's bald."

I almost screamed as Teresa reached down and gave my
frightened penis a flick with her finger.  "Pretty sad, huh? 
Don't worry, it's too little to do much of anything."

She then grabbed hold of the tip and gave me a little squeeze. 
I couldn't believe a girl actually touched me like that.  I
tried to get away again, but Teresa held on. 

"What's the matter, honey?  'Fraid I might pull it off?"  

She tugged on me pretty hard, and I bumped into Samantha
trying to get away.  Samantha then pushed me into Becky, and
for a minute there I thought I was going to end up in a fight. 


"Please, don't touch me," I cried.  "Leave me alone!"

My voice was choked as somebody grabbed my arm and held tight. 
I struggled to get away, but I couldn't.  There wasn't much
else I could do except hope for the best.

"Do you want a whippin'?" a familiar voice whispered in my
ear. "Be nice, or else!"

Talk about a shock!  I glanced over to see my cousin Sheila
standing right behind me, holding my arm firm and strong.  A
hard pinch on my bare bottom caused me to gasp in pain.  She
smiled at me in an especially frightening manner.  

"Be extra nice, especially to Becky, okay?  Remember what
happened down at the creek?"

This last remark was punctuated with a jab in the ribs with a
sharp fingernail.  Wincing in pain, I nodded.

"Remember the fairy rules?  No tears or complaining.  I want
you to keep a happy face and have lots of happy fun.  Okay,
fairy boy?"

Before I could say anything else Sheila disarmed me of my
watering can, leaving me completely exposed before the three
younger girls.  Assaulted by questions and teasing from all
sides, the only thing that kept me from running away was the
stern look on my cousin's face.  Instead, I forced a fake
smile on my face ... and wished I was dead.

Trapped in the middle of my little girlfriends, I glanced
around to see the older girls sipping lemonade and watching
the entire debacle as though it was some sort of theatrical
play we were putting on for them.  My cousins raised their
glasses and nodded in my direction.  At least someone was
having some fun.  I later found out that Sheila and Pam had
called Linda to brag about what all they were doing to me, and
it was her idea for the younger girls to pay me a visit.  

"I was hanging out with my little sister and her buddies when
you all called," the older teen said with a cheery smile. 
"Hope you don't mind me bringing them along."

One of my cousins, Sheila, I think, responded with mocking
enthusiasm.  "Oh, no, that's great.  Mom and Nana went
shopping in town.  The girls can help keep our little twinkle
toes here company all day long."

"Twinkle toes!" Samantha squealed.  "What a great name for
such a fruity boy!"  She jabbed me in the ribs, right in a
ticklish place and giggled.  "Hey, Twinkle Toes!  You know, I
always thought you were a twinkle toes, Twinkle Toes!"

That really hurt.  Especially coming from Samantha.  All
summer long I was crazy about her, drenched in the kind of
clumsy, obsessive romantic feelings that only a twelve year
old boy come up with.  In the midst of all those giggling,
teasing girls, my unrequited puppy love caused more hurt
feelings, if such a thing was possible.  

"Twinkle Toes!  Twinkle Toes!" the girls shouted with glee. 
"David is a Twinkle Toes!"

"Twinkle Toes!" shouted Pam from her perch above us.  "Sammy's
right.  That's the perfect name for a little fairy!"

"Fairy?" Becky echoed.  I closed my eyes and prayed for about
the hundredth time that day.

Sheila nodded.  "Oh, yeah.  Old Twinkle Toes here is a real
live fairy.  Just like in the story books."

Becky turned to me and grinned that stupid lovestruck grin of
hers.  "Neat.  I didn't know you liked playing fairies.  I
just love anything to do with fairies!"

Teresa laughed.  "Honey, don't be so gullible.  I don't think
she's talking about that kind of fairy."

Samantha was the next one to chirp in.  "Really!  I never
thought David was like that."   She turned to me and grinned. 
"Not after seeing how you acted at Sunday school, I mean. 
After all the times you used to flirt with me, tried to sit
next to me, and you're ... a fag?"

Becky raised her hand, just like we were in school or
something.  "I thought he was a fairy, not a fag.  What ...
what's a fag?"

Samantha made the awfullest face.  "You never heard of
faggots?  Queers?  Fairies?"

Becky blinked.  "You mean ... kissing and making out with
other boys?  That's weird.  Now see, I always wondered why he
never let me kiss him."   She turned and looked at me with a
whole new set of eyes.  "I never thought about boys kissing
each other.   I'd kinda like to see that."

Samantha made a gagging sound.  "Oh, yuck!  Boys kissing ...
each other ... that's  sick!"

"Oh, I don't know," Teresa said.  The look in her eyes chilled
me to the bone.  "I'd like to see it, too."

Everybody laughed, especially when  Linda made a limp-wristed
gesture and said, "Oh, darlings, you haven't seen anything
yet.  You should have been with us the other day when little
Twinkle Toes here was slobbering all over old what's-his-name
...."

"Linda, no, please!" I yelled.  I couldn't believe what I was
hearing!  She was about to tell on me and Chris!  I couldn't
have that!  No way in heck!  "Please, don't say anything ...."

"Don't say anything about what?" Samantha demanded.  "Is there
something we should know?"

"Tell us more!," Becky shouted.  "Please, oh, please tell us
more!"

"Tell us!  Tell us!" the younger girls sang in unison, loud
and clear.

Linda looked right at me and stuck her tongue out.  "The
majority rules, fairy boy.  Sorry 'bout your luck."  

I felt ill as she turned to her audience and went on.  

"Like I said, we were out hikin' in the woods when we saw
sweet little David here was locking lips ... well, with
another little fairy we all know and love."

"Ewww!" the younger girls cried in unison.

"LINDA!!!  Hush, please!" I begged.  "Please, Sheila ... Pam
... Make her stop ...."

My cousins weren't much help.  Sheila jumped right in,
delighted to embarrass me in front of the girls.

 "What?  You don't want us to say anything about you and your
little pixie friend?  Like how we caught the two of you
skinnydipping and playing kissy face?  Or how you held hands
and hugged and kissed on each other all day long?"

A second collective "Ewww!" from the younger girls was
followed by a round of laughter.

"Skinnydipping ..." Teresa teased.

"... and hugging and kissing ..." Samantha fumed.

"... with another boy!" Becky giggled.  "Wish I'd been there
to see that!

"We got pictures to prove it!" Sheila shouted.

I felt sick again.  "Sheila, please ... don't ...."  I turned
to Pam.  "Can't you make her stop?"

"I don't know what your problem is.  You didn't mind showing
off for the camera the other day.  Why should you complain
now?"

"Yeah," chimed in Sheila.  " What's the matter, don't you want
your girly friends to know what kind of little fairy you
really are?"

"You guys are serious, aren't you?" Samantha asked quietly. 
"I ... I thought you were teasing.  But," she looked me up and
down and made an ugly face, "David ... he ... didn't really
... kiss ... a boy ... did he?"

The shame was so thick I thought I was going to smother.

Another chorus of "ewww!" rose from the gang of girls facing
me and the looks I got ranged from utter disgust to gleeful
fascination.  At one end of the spectrum Samantha looked as
though she smelled something bad; at the other Becky was so
thrilled she was jumping up and down, grinning from ear to
ear.  In the middle was Teresa, quietly giving me a smarty
pants look and a mischievous wink.

And there I just stood, like a fool, wishing for an end to my
misery once and for all.

The interrogations continued as I tried unsuccessfully to
break away and finish my chores.  Still naked and surrounded
by my inquisitors, I had little choice but endure their barbs
and quips.  Thank goodness, my cousins hadn't gotten their
film developed yet.  I at least had that to be thankful for.

That still didn't solve my current problem.  Aglow with
mischief, my cousins shot me a volley of evil smiles and
watched as I tried to explain my way out of the mess they'd
put me in.  I was determined to keep from crying, which would
only make things worse.  Better if I'd just played along and
pretended the whole thing was just some sort of stupid joke.  

"So you're saying it was just a game?" Samantha asked.  "You
and some other ... boy ... are completely innocent, and you're
not queer?  I don't believe you!"

"I want to know who the other boy is!" fussed Becky.  "I wanna
see those photos!  Why were you kissing on him, anyway? 
What's he got that I haven't got?"

I licked my lips.  My mouth was as dry as cotton.  Ignoring
Becky's question, I made another lame attempt to explain
myself.  

"It's all just some big story.  I mean, we were just playing
around, that's all.  It was really hot and we went swimming. 
After that, your sister and my cousins made us go through this
ceremony, see, and ...."

Samantha's face was dark and skeptical.  "A ceremony.  I see. 
And kissing a boy in the nude is part of this ... ceremony?"

I blinked.  "Well, kind of .... But not really...."

I felt a shock of excruciating pain where someone pinched the
soft flesh under my arm.  I looked around to see my cousin Pam
shaking her head in disapproval.

"Don't lie," she warned.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry ... That hurt!"

Samantha shot me another dark look.  "So you did it? You admit
you kissed a boy?  While you were naked?"

I shrugged, then nodded.  "It's not like you think ...."

"You either did or you didn't.  Which is it?"

I looked up at Pam, and then Sheila and Linda.  I got nothing
but grins and giggles.  I turned to the younger girls and
kinda shrugged.

"I guess so," I whispered weakly.  

Becky looked at me like I was from Mars.  "So you did it?  You
actually did kiss another boy?"

"Say it!" ordered Pam.  "Say it out loud."

I nodded for about the millionth time.  "Yes, I kissed another
boy," I sighed.

Hearing myself say that made me feel even more naked than I
already was. "Just a little," I quickly added.

I shot a glance at my cousins, both of whom were nodding and
smiling broadly.  Pam even made an "okay" sign with her
fingers.  Like I would be pleased.

"Just a little?" Samantha spat with disgust.  "You kissed a
boy a little, so that's all right?  I don't think so.  You
kissed a boy, so that really does make you a fairy.  Wings or
no wings, that's what we call boys who kiss each other."  

The former love of my life gave me one final look and shook
her head.  

"Hope you two are very happy together, fairy boy!"

"But, Sammy ...." I weakly whined. "I didn't mean to ...."

Okay, okay.  As you can see, I wasn't  handling it very well. 
I mean, I gave it my best shot.  What was I supposed to do? 
Run away?  To where, exactly?"

"Tell them who it was," Sheila ordered.  "Tell your little
girlfriends here who your boyfriend is!"

"Sheila, no!  Please ...."

Samantha snorted.  "I bet it was that Chris kid, the little
fruit that lives down the road here.   He looks like a nice
girly-boy.  Just like our little fairy here.  Maybe that's why
they're always hanging out together, 'cause they're a couple
of girly-boys."

I didn't dare say a word for fear of giving away the truth.  

"Girly-boys?" Becky asked innocently.  "Do both of them play
the girl?  I thought it would be just one."

"I think that's pretty obvious," Teresa said.   She shot me a
mean look.  "David was the girl.  Look at all them flowers in
his hair and that pretty face."

"Don't forget 'kissable lips'!" added my cousin Sheila.  "Boys
love lips like our little fairy's got."

Teresa nodded. "Maybe we can get our pretty fairy here a date
with my little brother.  That oughta be fun!" 

I blinked.  The big black girl didn't even crack a smile as
she stared at me.  I couldn't tell if she was serious or not

My cousin Sheila giggled.  "Now see what happens?  You kiss
the first good looking boy that comes along, and now everybody
thinks you're a slut."

"It wasn't like that!" I fussed.  "It ... it was ... it was an
accident!"

Pam poked me in the butt with a sharp fingernail.  "Oh, sure. 
Like that's the truth?  A little while ago you told Sheila and
me how much fun you were having playing 'fairies' and kissing
boys.  Now you tell us that's a lie?"

"He did actually say that, did he?"

Pam nodded.  "He sure did.  Tell us, fairy boy, how do you
'accidentally' kiss somebody?  Much less 'accidentally' lose
your clothes?  All in the same day?"

This, of course, opened the floodgates to a whole new wave of
taunting and teasing.  I started crying like a baby, which
just brought on more jeers.

"Crybaby!"

"Sissy-boy!"

"Fairy!"

"Girly-boy!"

"Faggot!"

I finally broke away and resumed my chores, anything to get
away from all that teasing.  Things were about as bad as they
could be, I figured.  Best to stay away, as far away as
possible.

The girls must have gotten tired of teasing me 'cause they
left me alone for a little while, thank goodness.  I spent the
rest of the morning watering the garden while they all
gathered around the concrete picnic table and chattered on
about fairies, real and imagined.  All that whispering and
giggling was so distressing.  I tried to ignore them, but
every now and then I would feel the urge to glance in their
direction; inevitably I'd see all of them watching me like a
litter of kittens eyes a baby bird. 

While I worked I caught snippets of conversation, especially
when Linda or Sheila were talking.  At one point I thought
somebody mentioned Christopher's name again, but I couldn't be
sure.  Most of what they said was either hidden in whispers or
marred with laughter.

"And that's how we caught our little fairy here," Linda
explained nonchalantly as I passed by with my water bucket. 
"They were frolicking in the water, having a wonderful time,
when we showed up and trapped them."

Teresa shook her ugly head and smiled the meanest smile. 
"Frolicking?  No shit?"

"Frolicking," Sheila nodded.  "Just like you imagine."

"I have a pretty vivid imagination," the black girl said,
casting me an evil grin.  "I can imagine quite a lot of
things."

"Me, too," Samantha said with a shiver.

"I wonder if they did anything besides kiss," Becky innocently
remarked.  Everybody busted out with laughter and six pairs of
eyes looked right at me.

I had that sick feeling in my stomach again.  Life as I knew
it was over.


Chapter Nine    Bottoms Up!

It was near lunchtime when I finished up with my chores, just
in time to help serve snacks to everybody.  Sheila and Pam
called me into the house and led me into the kitchen where
they handed me all sorts of stuff to take outside.   It was
dej  vu all over again as I paraded about in my naked fairy
costume, fetching plates of cookies and chips and cups of ice
and soft drinks.  Then I had to set everything up on the
picnic table, just like I was their maid or something. 

The younger girls loved having a naked boy waiting on them
even more than the older girls, and they wore me out with
orders.  Becky insisted on supervising me closely, using a
switch that her sister gave her to lead me around like her
little pet.  The way she kept poking and whacking at me with
the darned thing, it was as though she was afraid I might try
and run off.  Except for the fact that I was still "butt
naked" and I had no place to go, I might have done exactly
that.  I just bit my lip and held my head up and tried not to
cry.   

Once everybody got situated and was eating their lunch, I was
invited to sit down and join them.  I was a little reluctant
at first, but I hadn't eaten since the night before and I was
thirsty as heck.  

There we sat, the younger girls and myself crowding together
on one bench, facing Linda and my cousins on the other.  It
seemed that I was pretty popular, what with being squeezed in
with Teresa on one side and Becky and Samantha on the other.  
It felt funny sitting there with my bare bottom pressing down
on the cold concrete seat, my hips rubbing against denim and
rayon on either side.  

For a little while people seemed to ignore me being naked. 
There was a lot of conversation going on in every which
direction.  Becky kept pushing up against me, giggling, and
trying to get me to talk.  Linda and my cousins encouraged
this, so I was as pleasant as possible in hopes of avoiding
their wrath.  At the same time, however, I wasn't too
interested in saying anything to draw undue attention to
myself.  I just pretty much sat there and munched chips and
laughed every time Becky said something she thought was funny
or cute.  The older girls looked on approvingly.

"Having a good time, are we?" Sheila asked me at one point.  I
nodded silently, praying that was the right answer.   She
raised an eyebrow and smiled an evil smile.   "Good girl," was
all she said in return.  

I started to protect being called a girl, but thought it
better not to.  I had enough to worry about without getting
into a fight over something so trivial.

Toward the end of lunch things started getting out of control. 
Every now and then someone would reach under the table or
around behind me and give me a playful pinch on the butt or a
poke in the ribs.  Teresa started it by tickling me under my
arms and forcing laughs when I was more in the mood for tears.

"See, he acts like he's not having fun, but listen to this."
The dark-skinned Amazon did it again, pinching the soft flesh
just above my waist in the process. I'm shamed to admit I
squealed and giggled like a little girl as I tried to get
away.

"Please, Teresa," I begged, "Stop it!"

Becky thought that was great.  "My turn," she said, slipping
her hand over and pinching me just below my nipple.

"OW!!!"

I tried ignoring all this, but it was extremely difficult,
especially since I was starting to get another erection.  Up
until then I was so scared that wasn't a problem.   Now I was
in the midst of feminine smells and sounds and touch, and
being on the edge of adolescence I guess my penis just decided
to come out of hiding and pop up like a happy puppy.  Samantha
was the first to notice and she made sure everybody at the
table knew all about it.

"Oh, gross!  His tallywacker is standing up.  That's nasty! 
Make it go away!  Make it go away!"

Becky started laughing again.  "His 'tallywacker' ... That's
funny!"

The whole table erupted with laughter and chatter, with me
right in the middle of it.

"How sweet," Teresa said with typical coolness.  "I knew
Twinkle Toes here was having himself a nice time.  You can
always count on his little friend to give him away.  Hi,
little fella!  Look, he's smiling at me!"

Becky almost spit out her coke, she was laughing so hard.  I
tried to cover myself up, but Sheila reached across the table
and whacked me upside the head with a flyswatter.

"What did we tell you before?  No touching yourself!  Nasty
boy! What's wrong with you?"

"Ow, sorry!  Geez!"  I rubbed my ear and fought the tears. 
Funny, instead of going away, my erection only grew harder. 
That wasn't good.

To make matters worse Pam jumped in and insisted that I stand
up so everybody could see my erection. I dreaded it terribly,
but after a few stern threats, I reluctantly rose up from the
table and stood before the group with my hands behind my back,
just like I'd been trained.  I couldn't help but glance down;
sure enough, the little traitor was standing at full
attention, waving cheerily at his admirers.  A round of
mocking applause and laughter was my reward for such a proud
display.

"How can they live with those things sticking up like that?"
someone asked.  "Don't they just get in the way?"

"Sure they do," Linda said.  "Every time they see a pretty
girl."

"Or boy," Pam added, her voice as evil as her smile.  

A round of "E-e-ews" sounded from the group.  

"That's gross!" somebody said.

My cousin giggled.  "Hey, don't blame me.  Fairies love
everybody.  It's what they do best.  Ain't that right, Twinkle
Toes?"

I just stood there and stewed in my anger.  I couldn't believe
she said that.  Not in front of everybody, not like this!

Samantha had to have her say, too, of course.  "Even when it's
stiff it's small.  What's the deal with that?  I mean, why
even bother?"  

"Oh, that's mean," laughed Becky.  "I think it's kinda cute in
a ugly sort of way.  Can I touch it?"

Sheila had been waiting for someone to say that all day. 
"Sure, why not.  Just be careful it doesn't spit on you. 
Anybody else want to touch it?"

To my horror, everyone wanted a turn at me, not just Becky. 
What happened next was one of the most awful things that could
ever happen to a twelve year old boy.  At the threat of a
whipping I had to go to each girl and, with my hands behind my
head, I had to remain perfectly still as I was poked at,
pulled on, prodded and petted until I was crying like a baby.  

Each girl did something different:  Becky thoughtfully cupped
her hand under my sack for the longest time, and then stroked
and rubbed the mushroom-shaped tip until it turned red and
hard.  

"Boys feel so funny down there," she said in a sweet voice. 
"There's so much to play with."

Linda giggled.  "Well, that certainly explains why boys are
always playing with themselves!"

Not daring to look down at what she was doing to me, I
remember watching Becky's face the entire time and praying for
her to stop.  Under other circumstances I would have laughed
to see how hard she was concentrating with the tip of her
tongue sticking out the side of her mouth and the comically
intense look in her eyes.  The only problem was that these
were not other circumstances.  I was naked and in pain and
embarrassed as heck!

Unlike Becky, Samantha returned my gaze when it was her turn. 
She grinned like a cruel cat playing with a canary as she let
her fingers wander all over my smooth skin, plucking and
pinching at my bare belly and bare butt like she was trying to
cause me as much pain as possible.  Instead of gently cupping
my testicles in her hand like Becky did, for instance, she
squeezed each ball between her fingertips like a grape.  I
tried not to cry, but that was useless.  She actually seemed
to enjoy seeing me in tears.

At last she turned her attention to my poor penis, scratching
and clawing at it with her fingernails.  At one point she had
a hold on the tip and was pulling on my erection like a dog
tugging on a piece of rawhide.  I tried to get away but Sheila
stopped me with a SLAPPP!!! across the face. 

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Please, Sheila, it hurts!  Please make her stop! 
She's going to pull it off!"

My cousin grabbed me by the hair atop my head and shook me
like I was a puppet on a string.

"She's not going to pull it off, trust me.  Stop being such a
crybaby, Crybaby!  You think that hurts?"  SLAPPP!!!  "Which
do you like best, Sammy playing with your tallywhacker or my
little love pats?"  Before I had time to think she hit me
again.  For a couple of seconds I saw nothing but stars. 
"Well?  Which is it?  Speak up, quick!"

"S-s-sammy," I sobbed.  "I ... I like ...  Sammy ... playing
with ... me.  Please, Sheila, no more hitting.  Please?"

Biting my tongue,  I stood as still as I could while Samantha
resumed her cruel examination of my private parts.

Teresa was a bit more gentle, but no less invasive.  First she
ran her fingers all over my body, paying particular attention
to sensitive or ticklish places like my nipples or my belly
button or my buttcrack.  I felt just awful as she flicked her
fingernails against my nipples and made them hard as marbles. 
And I'm sure you can understand my concern when she poked and
prodded between my buttcheeks; it was almost like she was
trying to sneak a peek at my hole, triggering sensations that
were really confusing!

After examining my body pretty thoroughly, Teresa then turned
her attention to my erect penis.  At first she tugged and
pulled on it like everybody else had done.  Then, to my
horror, she spread the slit at the end and inserted her long,
thick fingernail.  It was like she was dissecting a small
animal.  Talk about being in a panic!!!  I struggled to retain
my composure and at one point tried to pull away, but Sheila
had such a grip on me that I couldn't budge an inch.

"Stand still, fairy boy!  You want another slap across the
face?" she threatened.

"But she hurt me," I complained.  "Sticking her finger in me
like that!"

SMACK!!!  This time I got it across the nose, causing it to
bleed.

"How's it feel now, tough guy?  Does that hurt any less? "

All I could do was lick the blood off my upper lip and cry.

Not knowing what to do, I just stood there and let Teresa do
whatever she wanted to me.  I remember looking down through my
tears and seeing her fingertip firmly dug into my pee-hole.  A
strange, uncontrollable itch inside my penis caused me to
squirm like crazy, but there was nothing I could do to stop
it.  

The look on Teresa's face as I wiggled around was one of
complete power and confidence, her brown eyes daring me to
defy her.  She had me in her power and she wasn't about to let
me go.  For an instant I wondered how far she would go to
humiliate and hurt me.  

It was at that point that I felt a huge shiver seize my body,
and to my shame some clear gooey stuff poured out of my poor
aching penis.

"Oh, look!" the black girl laughed.  "I must have hit the
right button.  He's leaking all over the place."  

"I'm sorry," I whimpered.  I clenched my muscles and tried to
hold back, but all that did was cause more stuff to squirt
out.  "I can't help it."

I really was sorry.  Besides feeling like an idiot, I just
knew I was going to get beaten for making a mess.  I braced
myself for the worst.

It was Linda who came to my rescue.  Sort of.  She took
Teresa's hand, which was filled with all that clear, sticky
stuff, and smeared it all over my face and shoulders.  I tried
pressing my lips together to keep from getting in my mouth,
but I was too slow.  No matter, it wasn't exactly the first
time I'd tasted that kind of thing.  A chorus of "ewws" was
followed by giggles.

"I don't know why you're being such a crybaby about all this,
fairy boy, seeing how you're sticking out and dripping all
over everything.  I know what boys like.  You're just having
too much fun."

"It's not fun, it hurts!" I quietly whimpered.  "You're all
mean!  I want my mom!  I  want to go home!"  

Oops, that was a mistake.  Linda jumped on that one in a
heartbeat.  "Listen to the little crybaby, everybody!  'I want
to go home!  I want my mommy!'  What a little sissy!"

"Cry, little sissy," a couple of the girls said cruelly.  "Cry
for your mama."

After some more jeers and tears my cousin Pam stepped in and
took charge.  "Okay, pretty boy, now that you've shown off for
your little girlfriends," she told me, "get  that ... thing
under control, or else."  She rubbed her hands together
briskly and smiled.  

In all the confusion I'd forgotten all about my erection.  I
looked down.  There it was, still up and at it, pointing at
the sky, bobbing around as happy as could be.  After all I'd
been through, you'd have thought it would have been scared
away.

"She didn't say tomorrow!"  I looked down.  Sheila was now
rubbing her hands together.  "Come on, get to it now, jack off
boy!"

A titter of laughter rose up to meet me.  I felt my face flush
again.  I thought about what my cousin said and I closed my
eyes.  I've died and gone to hell!!!  

"We're waiting," an impatient voice intoned. "Either you do it
or ... one of us will!"  In my mind's eye I could see a pair
of cruel feminine hands tugging on my penis.

"Please, don't make me," I begged.  "I ... I really don't
wanna!"

"Do I have to use my switch?"  That was Sheila this time, for
sure.  I opened my eyes to see her starting toward me.  The
look on her face was terrible!

"Please ...." I whined.  "I just want to be left alone ...."

What happened next was too horrible to even think about.  I
was just about to take matters in hand when my cousin reached
up, grabbed me by the ear and drug me off balance.  I ended up
falling flat on my face and scuffing up my knees and elbows. 
I thought somebody would at least help me to my feet, but
Sheila tore into me with her switch while I was still trapped
on my hands and knees, not even giving me enough time to even
catch my breath.

I still remember how the backs of my legs and my bare bottom
burned like fire as she wailed away at them with her switch. 
It was far worse than I remembered.  By the time she was
through I was a quivering mass of regret.  My face was wet
with tears and snot and I was crying so hard I was coughing. 
It was so bad I swore I'd never let it happen again.

"Look, Sheila scared it away!" one of the younger girls said
after I finally got back on my feet.  "Yay, Sheila!"

I wiped away my tears and looked down.  Sure enough, my
erection went away.  Instead of sticking out proudly, my poor
boyhood withered down to a tiny vestige of its former self. 
The tip was just about all that could be seen at the smooth
pink juncture between my thighs.

"Oh, don't worry, it'll be back."  Sheila swiped her switch
across the back of my legs one more time.  

"I hate you!  I hate you all!" I spat at my tormentors.  I
wiped my tears as best I could and tried to act at least a
little dignified - a pretty good trick considering my current
state of nudity.  "You're all mean bitches!  I hate all of
you!"

I had every reason in the world to be mad, but shooting my
mouth off like that, well, it was not exactly the smartest
thing I ever did.

Sheila, of course, took up the challenge.  "Mean bitches, huh? 
Is that what you think we are?  Well, I think someone needs
another spanking.  What do you guys think?"

"Spank him!" everyone shouted happily.  Even Becky joined in. 
"Spank him!  Spank him!"

"Pam, please," I looked to my other cousin and begged for
mercy.  "Don't let her hit me any more!  Please, oh, please!"

Pam shrugged her shoulders.  "I can't stop her.  You oughta
know that. She's a mean bitch, remember?"

The grin on my cousin's face triggered a wave of goosebumps
all over my naked body.

"Spank him hard, Sheila," Pam shouted as she shoved me back
toward her sister.  "Make him sorry he's such a little brat!"

What happened next was pretty much a blur.  Sheila grabbed my
hand and yanked me over her lap and wailed away on my butt
with her bare hand.  WHACK!!!  WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!
WHACK!!!  I hadn't been spanked like that since I was little. 
I bit my lip for a minute or two, thinking I could hold out. 
Then the tears started flowing.

"Ow, please, no!  It hurts!   It hurts!   It hurts!"

"Look at him cry, just like a little baby," someone jeered.

Getting spanked on the bare butt hurt, but getting teased
about it was even worse.   Even as I laid across my cousin's
lap I knew I was never going to live this down.  I did feel
like a big ol' baby bent over with my bare butt in the air,
right there for all those girls to see.   And I was pretty
sure everybody thought I looked like one, too, considering all
the crying I was doing.  Despite the shame of it all, in some
ways I didn't want to ever get up, not if it meant having to
face an audience of girls.

I almost got my wish.  For the longest, most miserable  length
of time the world was upside down from my point of view. 
Sheila had a firm grip on me, twisting my arm behind my back
and applying plenty of pain to keep me from trying to get up.  


"No, please, Sheila!  No!" I cried desperately.

"Oh, stop being such a crybaby, you crybaby!" she fussed,
giving my butt a pinch so hard it set me off on fresh round of
sobbing, just like a little kid.  "The more you cry, the more
you're gonna get it."

Imagine my horror as I then heard my cousin invite everyone to
take a whack at my bare bottom.  A lot of giggling and
laughing ensued and in a matter of seconds I was being passed
around, from girl to girl, like an ice cream cone they were
sharing.  I tried to resist, I really did, but it didn't do
much good.  I was so scared, so ashamed, each time I bent over
someone's knee.  It was humiliating beyond belief.

The older girls all jumped into this with fiery enthusiasm, of
course, jerking me over their laps like a rag doll and sending
a flurry of smacks and whaps on my poor bottom until I was
sobbing in agony.

The younger girls were more timid for the most part.  Becky's
and Samantha's spankings were more like a series love pats
than a beating, thank goodness.  It was as if they were
actually afraid to hurt me.  Teresa had no such fear, however. 
She lit into me the instant I bent over her thick, brown legs

 "C'mon, you guys.  You can't hurt him, it's just his butt! 
Smack it hard!  See it jiggle?  What's the worst thing he's
going to do, cry?  Trust me, if you had a little brother like
mine you'd do this in a second."

A burst of girlish giggles was followed by a second wave of
slaps on my bare skin like you wouldn't believe!  WHAP!  SLAP! 
SMACK!  Over and over again, countless hands spanked my tender
butt, mercilessly, relentlessly.  The pain was so bad I had to
grit my teeth to keep from screaming.  

After a few minutes things calmed down a bit.  The spanking
stopped completely, as a matter of fact.  I waited for Teresa
to let me up, but she kept me bent over her lap like I was her
puppy dog or something.

"Hold on, little fella, you're not going anywhere," she said
when I begged to get up.  "So quit your whinin'!  Geez, what a
crybaby!"

I couldn't tell you how long I stayed upside-down like that. 
Long enough to get sick at my stomach, I guess.    I do
remember a touch of nausea mixed with the occasional caress of
a gentle palm or a curious fingertip across my bare bottom,
calming my fears and exciting my passion.  I also remember -
to my horror! - someone spreading my cheeks, followed by a
ripple of laughter as the cool air hit the one place on my
body that scared me the most.

"Here, I bet you've never seen one of these before."

 "Eww, gross," said a familiar voice.  "It's his hole!   His
butthole!  Yuck!"

"Look how pink it is," teased someone else. 

I struggled to clench my buttcheeks together.  I got a really
awful SLAP! and then a cruel, awful pinch for my trouble.  

"Open up," Teresa ordered.  "Do it, unless you want another
pinch."

I took a deep breath and did as I was told.  Almost
immediately I felt something touch me ... there.

"No-o-o-o-o ...," I whimpered.

"Oh, that's nasty!" one of the younger girls - Samantha, I
think - said with disgust.  "Don't touch him there.  That's
not right!"

Leave in to Pam to encourage my degradation.  "Don't worry,
he's had a bath so it should be fairly clean," she said.

Teresa didn't care one way or the other.  "It's not any
different than changing a baby's diaper.  Trust me, I've done
that hundreds of time.  The only difference is this is more
fun."

"Please, stop!  Please, oh, please!" I gasped.  "I'll do
anything you want, just don't touch me there!"
  
My begging, of course, brought a fresh burst of jeers and
laughter from my audience.  I got a hard poke right in the
bullseye for my trouble.

Teresa snorted as she fingered me. "He's just putting on a
show. Don't let those tears fool you.  He really likes having
girly hands all over his bare bottom.  What boy doesn't? 
C'mere and I'll show you how I can tell."

As soon as I was pushed off her lap I knew I was in for it.  
I couldn't believe it!  Despite - or, in retrospect, perhaps
as a result of - the spankings and all that shameful touching, 
I had another erection! This prompted even more giggling and
confusion, of course.  The girls all said it proved I liked
having someone play with my butt; I tried denying it, but it
was kind of hard to do with my penis sticking out for
everybody to see like that.  To make matters worse, all that
time upside down made me dizzy, and with my insides burning
like crazy, I was vulnerable as heck.  

My cousin Pam took advantage of the situation to humiliate me
even further.

"Okay, fairy boy.  You wanted to jack off in front of
everybody.  Let's see you finish what you started."

My eyes burned from crying so much.  "P-p-please, P-P-Pam
...,"

I got another SLAPPP! across the face for my trouble.  Feeling
pitiful, I glanced at my expectant audience.  

"Please don't make me do it!  Please?"  I turned to Sheila. 
"Do I really have to?  Don't let her make me, please!"

My other cousin made an ugly face.  "Would you rather I go get
your little boyfriend to jack you off instead?" she said
sternly.  "Now do as you're told.  I want to finish up this
roll of film." 

My knees went weak as I realized what she was saying.  For a
chilling instant I tried to imagine me kissing Christopher -
and jacking off! - with all those girls watching us.  The very
thought was heart-stopping!   I figured it was futile, but
there was nothing I wouldn't do to stop that from happening! 

I felt drunk as I did as I was told.  As I stepped back up on
the concrete column I remember sniffing my runny, bloody nose. 
I then very, very reluctantly wrapped my hands around my stiff
penis and started, well, you know ....

"He's doing it," somebody said.  I think it was Becky.  "He's
actually doing it."

It didn't take long.  It seemed like forever, but it probably
only took a few minutes.  Or seconds.  I was too upset to
remember.  I managed to keep my eyes shut throughout the
entire debacle, but all around me I could hear whispers and
giggling as I masturbated.   I just knew everybody watching
would think I was either queer or perverted.  Or both.  

"I can't believe I'm seeing this!" Becky said in wonder. 
"He's really doing it!"

"Ew, what a perv," somebody else fussed.  That had to be
Samantha.  "This is the stupidest thing I've ever seen!"  

When "it" happened I kept my eyes shut, I was so shamed.   All
that touching in my bottom, oddly enough, made in extremely
easy to reach orgasm.  It felt so good it almost hurt, and I
actually remember making a little "oh" sound as I spurted.  

"Look, he's smiling!" a girl's voice whispered.  "I told he
liked it!"

I was exhausted!  And no wonder, considering everything that
had happened to me.  The only thing that could have been worse
was if I'd peed in front of everybody.  My hands were all
sticky and I felt weak and dirty.  I didn't feel like dealing
with any of it.  I was afraid to look at anybody, much less a
bunch of stupid girls!  All I wanted was to be left alone. 

Unfortunately, there came a time when I finally had to open my
eyes. When I did I could see that in addition to sticky hands,
there were also several globs of white pearly stuff on my legs
and feet.  Oh, god, I wanted to die!  I'd ejaculated all over
myself, right there in front of my little audience.  The heat
emanating from my neck and face was unbearable, as were the
looks on the faces before me.  The older girls were
predictably amused while the younger ones were torn between
fascination and disgust.  

"Have fun, sweetie?" Pam asked nonchalantly.  When I shook my
head she shook hers.  "Liar," she said with a pat on her
trusty camera.  "You loved it and I can prove it!"

"What a mess!" Teresa said.  "I knew guys liked jacking off,
but Jesus!  I didn't think he'd ever stop spurting that white
stuff."

"No kiddin'," someone else said.  I blinked.  It was Samantha,
a huge look of disgust plastered across her face.  "My god,
what a fag!  Maybe we ought to start calling him 'Jack Off'
instead of 'Twinkle Toes'."

Pam shot me a mean look.  "That can be arranged."

"Well," Becky giggled, "I thought it was neat.  Can he do it
again?  I could watch that all day long." 

Becky's expression made me feel so helpless.  I could feel my
face and neck burning bright red.  I couldn't believe I'd done
such an awful thing, right in front of all those girls.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I kept saying over and over.  "I'm
really ... really sorry."

It took a few minutes for everyone to get over their laughter. 
But they  finally did and then it was time for the next step
in my humiliation.


Chapter Ten   Taking Matters in Hand

It took me a while to drag the old washtub from the barn up to
the house.  It was a hard, dirty job made even more difficult
by the fact that I didn't have a stitch of clothes on, not to
mention no shoes or work gloves.  After stubbing my toe,
banging my shin and getting a splinter in my hand, I still had
to drag that galvanized steel monster more than a hundred
yards in the hot sun. 

After a few tears and a lot more teasing I was sent to the
house to get ready for my bath.  Sheila and Teresa followed
along to make sure I did my duty and came back without any
unauthorized stops.  I was hoping to go upstairs for at least
a little while and maybe even slip away and escape for good,
but I didn't get further than the kitchen.

The girls sat at the kitchen table and sipped on soft drinks -
that I had to fix! - while I filled a plastic pail with hot
sudsy water.  Then it was back outside to dump the water into
the metal washtub.  This was a tedious task, repeated I don't
know how many times until the tub was full.

Despite my protests I soon found myself walking up to the
washtub, stepping first one foot, then another into the hot
soapy water.   I felt pretty much like a complete fool as my
audience watched me slowly ease my naked body into the suds. 
From my seated position in the tub I had to look practically
straight up, much like a small child, as everyone crowded
around to gawk and tease.   It's difficult how strange it was
to be taking a bath outside like that, and in front of a bunch
of girls, yet!  

The first thing that happened was Sheila bopped me on top of
the head with her knuckles.  I guess I shouldn't have been
surprised.  

"Take off your bracelets, faggot, before you ruin them!  Pam
worked hard on those, and there you are, about to put them in
the water!  And your necklace, too!  What's the matter with
you?  Don't you know anything?"

I sniffed back a tear as I slid the little rosebud manacles
over my hands.  "I'm sorry.  Geez, you didn't have to hit me
so hard."

My cousin grinned at me and shrugged.  "I know, but you look
so cute when you cry."

There wasn't much I could say to that.

"Lookit the wittle baby," Linda taunted.  She nudged her
sister, who leered at me with delight.  "It must be time for
his wittle baff."

As I said, I looked and felt like a total fool, but the good
part about all this was nobody could look at my bare butt (and
my privates!).  Well, for a little while, at least.

The teasing and nitpicking went on as I was told to wash
myself everywhere with everybody and her sister looking on.  I
fumbled around under the suds, giving my body a quick going
over, scrubbing tears from my face and little globs of semen
off my skin. 

But that wasn't good enough.

"Here, fairy boy, get up on all fours," directed my cousin
Sheila.  "I want to check something.  That's it, just like a
puppy dog."

In retrospective I guess it wasn't too awful bad.  I mean, I
guess it could have been worse.  Maybe.  Up on my hands and
knees, my bare butt sticking out of the water like that, it
really didn't hurt anything.  I mean, it wasn't like I was
getting beat on or anything, right?

Wrong!

After giving my body a quick inspection my cousin SLAPPED!!!
my bare butt so hard I had to grit my teeth to keep from
crying out.

"Anybody want to help wash the puppy?" she asked.  "Hold
still, puppy.  You're not going anywhere 'til you're sparkling
clean!"

I gasped out loud as hands assaulted me from all sides,
tickling my back, under my arms, my feet, and my bare bottom.  
I had to struggle to keep from falling face first into the
sudsy water.  More than a few hands roamed between my legs and
cupped my aching balls.  I guess I shouldn't have been
surprised.  The thing I really hated was how many felt up the
crack of my butt, and I found myself suddenly gasping in
surprise as more than once a soapy finger wormed its way past
my clenched anal muscles and deep inside me. 

"Wow, he feels more like a girl than a boy," someone said.  I
couldn't tell if it was Sheila or Linda.  "You better watch
your butt, little fairy.  Guys just love pretty little bottoms
like yours." 

"No kidding," another voice laughed.

"Now up on your knees, dummy," fussed my cousin Pam.   "So we
can make sure we've done a good job."

A sharp rap on the top of the head and I did as I was told. 
After all I'd been through I couldn't help worrying about how
stupid I looked wearing little more than some suds and a
glossy layer of soapy water.  

"Look!" squealed Becky.  "He's sticking out again!  It's
almost pointing straight up!  That's funny!"

Samantha shot me a cruel scowl.  "Geez, David, you are such a
pervert!  Can't you control yourself? Geez!"

"It's like Teresa said," Sheila laughed.  "It's 'cause we
played with his bottom.  Our little faggot likes that kinda
stuff.  That's what makes a fairy a fairy."

Pam flicked at my bare bottom with her switch.  "Is that true,
Twinkle Toes?  Do you like it when somebody plays with your
butt?  Are you really a little queer after all?"

"No-o-o-o ...."

Pam grabbed my wrists and jerked my arms high up over my head. 
"You can't prove it by me, fairy boy.  You're way too pretty
to be anything else but a little queer." 

That set off another wave of giggles among my audience.  I
struggled against my cousin's grip a little bit, but the only
thing I accomplished was to make my erect penis wag around
like a puppy dog tail, adding to the entertainment value of my
pitiful plight.  I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could,
but I just couldn't block out the sound of all that laughing
and teasing.  

To my horror Becky and Linda both insisted I jerk off again. 
I begged to be let go, but a vote was quickly taken and,
needless to say, I lost.  Big time.  I started to step out of
the tub and make a mad dash for the house; Sheila put a stop
to that by grabbing me by the ear and whispering a simple
threat into it.

"Do it.  Do it now!  If you don't, I'm getting your little
boyfriend to help you!"

It took me a minute to get started, and once I did I couldn't
stop.  I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was all alone. 
Which was nearly impossible, considering the company I kept

"Don't just stand there, doofus!  Put some elbow grease to
it!"

While I continued masturbating the girls continued on with
their chit-chat.  Some things I didn't even want to hear.

"Too bad I didn't bring my little brother along," Teresa said
at one point.  "I'd love to see that little punk running
around bareass like this.  That would be so cool!"  

Sheila laughed.  "We can still do that!  How old is he? Do you
think he'd make a good little fairy?"

I was horrified to hear Samantha join in the conversation. 
"Oh, he'd be a great fairy.  He's twelve, about the same size
as David.  And he's just as cute.  A pain in the butt, but a
real pretty boy.  He woulda had a great ol' time with our
little fairy right here."

"Let's do it!" Pam enthused.  "We can  make them take baths
and play 'kissy-face' and all sorts of stuff!  It'll be the
funniest thing you'll ever see!" 

"Now that I'd like to see!" Linda enthused.  "The sooner the
better.  How about you, Sis?"

Pausing to catch my breath, I cast a quick glance at Becky.
That was a mistake.  She was looking directly at me, her
expression one of unbridled enthusiasm.  There was no
sympathy, no pity, no mercy.  She wanted to see me doing some
horrible thing, no matter how disgusting or shameful.  I
suddenly felt sick to my stomach.  

To my despair, my cousin Sheila gave me that look, too!

"How does that sound to you, Twinkle Toes?  You'd like kissing
on Teresa's little brother, wouldn't you, honey?  Maybe
jackin' him off, too?  Wouldn't that be fun?"

Too ashamed to argue, I thought about having to kiss some
strange black boy and winced.  Suddenly, I found myself
shuddering in an overwhelming orgasm.  Right on cue, the girls
all laughed like a bunch of wicked witches as I spurted white
stuff as thick as cream.

Sheila made me step out of the tub as soon as I was done
cleaning up.  I still felt slick all over from all the soap
suds, and a sudden breeze sent a chill over my naked body.  I
felt like a little kid, standing defenseless in front of
everyone like that.  Sheila slid my rosebud bracelets back
over my wrists and hooked my fairy pendant around my neck. 
She then gave me a quick inspection.  

"Well, that's better, fairy boy.  At least you don't stink so
much.  Plus you got all those crybaby tear stains off your
face.  You just need a little work on your hair and maybe a
little smell good."  

I winced a she produced a tiny perfume bottle and sprinkled me
all over with it.  I felt myself blush as the feminine
fragrance hit my nose. 
 
They weren't done with me, yet. Sheila and Pam complained that
my hair and flowers were a mess, so Becky volunteered to fix
it up while the other girls sat together on the back porch and
chatted.  

"I never did a boy's hair before," Becky said happily. 
Sitting next to me at the picnic table, she was clearly having
the time of her life primping and pampering me like her own
personal Barbie doll.  "Funny, how it's just as pretty as a
girl's."

"Don't say that!" I muttered under my breath.  "I'm not a
damned girl!"

"I know that, dummy," Becky said with a grin.  She hit me with
her hairbrush, whacking me right on the tip of my penis.  I
tried covering myself, but got my knuckles rapped for my
trouble.  

"Ow, that hurt!" I complained.  "You hurt me down there!"

"Oh, stop it.  That couldn't have hurt. I'm just playing." 
She gave me another poke, this time in the ribs.  "You might
act tough sometimes, but it's funny, how you're still just as
pretty as a girl.  All you need is a little lipstick and a
nice dress, then you'd be all set!"

The bright look in her eyes hurt almost as much as being hit
by that stupid brush.  That single remark sparked an awful 
image in my mind, 
and for some reason my penis twitched.  When I looked down I
was stunned to see it sticking up, all proud and pink, belying
all the pain and humiliation that I'd endured that day.  I
closed my eyes and tried my best not to think about what Becky
had said, but the harder I tried the harder my erection got.

After working on my hair a bit longer, Becky pulled out a
little mirror and showed me her handiwork. 

I couldn't believe it!  I looked like such a sissy!

Somehow, with her hairbrush, a couple of bobby pins and a few
more flowers, she'd turned my boyish mop into something, well,
something not quite boyish.  She'd redone everything, making
me look even goofier - make that sissier, if there is such a
word - than when my cousins had earlier in the morning.  My
blond locks were now all poofy curly and fluffed up, with
little braided loops decorated with tiny rose buds and huge
blossoms.  

Becky was right; all I needed was a dress and a purse and I'd
be a perfect girl.  I didn't have to look down to know my
erection was standing up straight at attention.

"Wow, great job, Becky!" my cousin Sheila hollered from the
porch.  "That looks fantastic!  A perfect little fairy hairdo
for a perfect little fairy!"

"I'm getting a picture!" Pam shouted as she ran down the back
steps.

"I want one, too!" the chubby girl said with a sweet smile. 
"David says he doesn't like it, but I think he's fibbing to
me.  See?"  

She pointed at my erect penis with her finger, just brushing
along the top and the very tip.  I gritted my teeth as a
powerful shiver took over my body.

"See?  It's like a lie detector!"

"Careful," Linda warned.  "That thing might go off.  Again."

"Yikes!  Didn't think of that," Becky giggled.  

Pam took some pictures of me with my new hairdo and then went
back up on the porch to chitchat some more.  It felt funny,
sitting there in the nude, next to a girl like that.  In a
way, it felt like a dream, like I was drunk.  Stripped naked
and scared of my own shadow, I wasn't anything like the rowdy
boy that used to do anything he wanted.  I felt shy and
vulnerable and helpless, and Becky knew it.  Knew it, heck,
she thrived on it!  I couldn't hide anything from her,  I
couldn't get away from her, and I pretty much had to do
everything she said.  After chasing me around all summer, she
had me right where she wanted me.   

"Do it again," she whispered.  "I wanna see you ... do that
... you know ... again."

I blinked.  "Do ... what?"

"You know.  That."  She made a jacking off gesture with her
hands and giggled.

It took me a second, but I got it.  And how!  I remember
sitting there and feeling completely numb all over.  If I'd
been hit by a baseball bat I couldn't have been more stunned. 
Sweet, innocent Becky, with her chubby cheeks, silver braces
and harlequin glasses, wasn't so innocent after all.

"Don't ... make me ...." I choked on my words.  "I can't.  It
hurts."

"Poor baby."  Becky's eyes lit up with cruel mischief.  "Do it
anyway.  If you don't I'll get you in trouble with your
cousins again."  She flicked her eyes toward the house. 
"Nobody's looking.  Go ahead."

It took me a minute, but I did it.  I slowly took hold of my
pink erection with trembling hands.  I felt just awful as I
began stroking it

"Don't close your eyes.  Look at me instead."

I opened my eyes.  To my surprise Becky had taken off her
glasses.  I felt my stomach flutter as I looked into her eyes. 
She had the same look from before, when she'd enjoyed the
little spanking I'd gotten earlier.  

"You look so cute when you do that."  She gave me a little
kiss on the nose.  "Isn't this more fun than kissing some old
boy?" 

I paused in what I was doing and shrugged my shoulders.  "I
guess so." 

"You guess?"  Becky made a funny face and thought for a
moment.  "Really?  Here, then.  You like kissing boys so much,
pretend I'm one.  See if that helps."  

Becky caught me off guard and planted a big sloppy kiss right
on the mouth.  I tried to back away, but short of falling off
the bench there was no place to go.

"It's okay ... I'm a boy, remember?" she whispered
breathlessly as she planted another kiss on me.

I tried not to focus on what she said, but still the memory of
Chris and all the things we'd been through flooded my mind. 
All the kissing and hugging and petting ... it was too much
for me.    I didn't even have to touch myself and I shot off
so hard I hurt myself.

"I ... I'm sorry," I said weakly.  I felt so strange, like I
was going to pass out.  I grabbed some napkins off the picnic
table.  "I ... didn't mean to."

Becky grinned as I wiped up my mess.  She really seemed to
enjoy my embarrassment.  

"Oh, David, I love the look on your face whenever you do that. 
It is so sweet.  I wonder if your cousins would let me keep
you for the summer?  You know, like a pet?  I'd let you do
that all the time.  Wouldn't that be fun?"

I was so miserable, I didn't care what happened.  

That was a big mistake.

It wasn't long before Becky and I were called up to the house. 
I felt like a zombie as she drug me across the lawn in my
birthday suit.  Tired, sore, humiliated beyond care, I
couldn't even muster the strength to complain about being led
around like somebody's puppy dog.

"Well, fairy boy," Linda said, an evil look on her face, "now
that you're done flirting with my little sister, you can spend
some time with the rest of us."

Pam called out, "Hey, Twinkle Toes, how about singing your
little fairy song?  You know the one.  Come on, just for fun?" 

Not believing my ears, I shook my head.   "Hu-what?"

My cousin grinned.  "You heard right.  Sing your little fairy
song for your little girlfriends.  And don't forget the little
dance while you're at it."

My whole being froze.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 
After all they'd put me through, they wanted me to sing?  Now
we were getting into some truly weird stuff. 

Sheila gave me that look.  "Come on, the girls haven't heard
it.  It's really cute.  Just once?"

"Yeah," Linda prodded.  "For the girls.  Do it, fairy boy!"

"Here," Pam led me to a stone pedestal nearby and smacked it
with her switch.  "Get up here and do it.  On stage, just like
the other day with your fairy boyfriend."  She  poked me in
the ribs.  "Now!"

"But I'm too tired ...."

"Not too tired for another butt-whippin', I bet."

I did as I was told.  Stepping up on the hard white rock, I
cleared my throat and looked down.  Balanced at least three
feet above ground, I felt like I was standing onstage in front
of a hostile audience. The older girls grinned like hungry
wolves while the younger ones were fighting to control their
laughter.

"This isn't happening to me! This can't be happening! "  I
prayed.

A WHACK!!! on my bare butt woke me from my reverie.  "I don't
hear any singing," a fierce voice intoned.

Fighting back tears of shame, I cleared my throat again and
began:

I'm a pretty fairy,
oh, so sweet  ....

WHACK!!!  

"Louder!" my cousin Pam ordered.

"Oh, I can see this is going to be good already," Teresa said
with a sinister laugh.

I paused.  I couldn't believe the looks everyone was giving
me.  Worse yet, I couldn't believe I was doing any of this.

"Do I have to?" I sniffed.

Sheila swatted at me with her switch.  "Do you want that
whippin'?"

I shook my head.  Someone said, "Say yes!"  

"Whip his butt good!" whispered somebody else.  There was a
wave of laughter as I licked my lips and began again:

I'm a pretty fairy,
oh, so sweet!
See my pixie smile
and my bare feet?
Hiding in the forest
all night and day,
I play fairy games
so happy and gay.

Remember, I had to do that stupid little dance, too, which was
just as humiliating as that stupid song.  By the time I was
done there wasn't a dry eye in the crowd.  Everyone was
hysterical!  Even the older girls were holding their sides,
laughing like crazy.  A couple of the younger ones were
literally on the ground, laughing like hyenas.  Pam stopped
laughing just long enough to order me to do it again ... and
again ... and again.

"This is so stupid," Samantha said at point.  Gasping for air,
she fought a rain of gleeful tears.  "And so funny!  I thought
I'd seen everything ... this takes the cake!"

"So funny!!!" agreed Becky.  The poor girl was red with joy,
and breathing hard where she'd been laughing so violently.

I just stood there in my birthday suit, silent and ashamed. 
Now, I knew, nothing would ever be the same for me.  Nothing.  

I couldn't believe it.  Just twelve years old and already my
life was over.

The next few minutes were kinda chaotic.  After I was done
humiliating myself everyone suddenly broke up to take a
bathroom break and I overheard talk about "getting ready to
go."  For a precious few minutes I allowed myself to think the
nightmare was over and I was finally going to be allowed to
escape all this insanity.

Of course, I was wrong.


Chapter Eleven   A Cruel Joke

The next thing I knew Sheila and Linda grabbed me and started
dragging me around to the front yard. 

"Come on, Twinkle Toes.  Have we got a surprise for you. 
Hurry up!"

Oh, another surprise.  Great ....

After all that had happened I hoped the older girls would get
bored with our little game and Linda would finally take the
younger girls home.  No such luck.  Instead, my cousin offered
to take us all out for ice cream.  You can imagine the terror
I felt when I realized they meant for me to come along, too. 
Just as I was.

It took a little doing, but I finally did get into the car
wearing nothing more than my fairy costume, which consisted of
my borrowed jewelry, the flowers in my hair and a horrified 
look on my face.  I was literally drug into the station wagon
while Teresa and Pam watched from the front porch.

"We'll meet you all back here in a little while.  Have fun,
Twinkle Toes," they shouted as we headed for the main road.

What followed was the two longest hours of my life.  I mean,
come on, a twelve year old boy, bare naked and crammed into a
Vista Cruiser with four gawking, giggling girls?  For some
guys it might have been a dream come true, but for me it was
absolute torture!  It was bad enough that my bare butt and
legs got scorched on the hot vinyl upholstery; having to
endure all those goofy stares and snide remarks made it pure
agony.

"Here, pretty boy, let's get cozy," Samantha said brightly. 
She pulled my arm over her shoulder and behind her back.  She
sniffed in my direction and smiled.  "Mmm, you smell nice.  Is
that perfume you're wearing, my pretty?"

"It's 'White Shoulders'," Sheila quickly said.  My cousin was
turned around in her seat where she could see everything that
was happening to me.  Just like she was watching a movie.

"It smell awful girly," Samantha observed.

"It should," my cousin agreed.  "That's why it's a fairy
favorite."  

Needless to say, I was pretty put out.  I'd often dreamed of
sitting in the backseat of a car with my arm around a pretty
girl like Samantha, but not like this!  Not naked and helpless
and putting on a show for my cousin and her screwy friends.  I
was about to tell Sheila to go to hell, but before I could say
anything Becky butted in.

"Hey, what about me!" she fussed.  She suddenly grabbed my
free arm and did exactly the same thing Samantha did, pulling
it over her shoulder and pressing her body up close to mine. 
By the time I realized what they'd done, it was too late.  I
was trapped!  From head to toe, there was no way on earth for
me to cover myself.  It wouldn't have been any worse if my
arms had been tied behind my back.

"Hey, let go!   That's not fair!"

"That's quite a spot you've got yourself in," laughed my
cousin.

"Let go, you're hurting me!  Let me go!"

I tried to pull loose, but all the girls  had to do was lean
back and I couldn't move an inch.  Samantha seemed to really
enjoy her new power.  "Oh, don't be a party pooper!  What's
the matter?  You're not getting shy on us, are you?" 

Unable to defend myself, I cried out as she reached out and
gave one of my nipples a light tweak.  She reached over to do
the same to the other, prompting me to laugh nervously out
loud before she even touched me.

"I think he likes this," the grinning girl said.

"Quick, see if he's ticklish, Becky!"  someone yelled.

I looked up to see a pair of mischievous eyes watching me
through the rearview mirror.  Even from the front seat, Linda
continued to orchestrate my humiliation.  Her little sister
took her cue, poking me in the ribs and belly button,
absolutely paralyzing me with helpless laughter.  

Samantha joined in, of course, instantly doubling my agony.  I
hollered for help and squirmed to get away, but that just made
matters worse.

"Stop!  Please, stop it!  Stop, stop, stop!"

"Go for it!" encouraged Sheila.  From her box seat in the
front of the car she had a great view and was loving it. 
"Fairy boy loves being tickled.  See how he's smiling?"

"No, I don't!" I laughed.  It was nearly impossible to speak
with the two girls tickling my bare belly  "I hate it!  Please
stop it!"

"What about this?"  My cousin reached down and grabbed my
foot, pulled it up over the seat back and began tickling the
sole, right in the instep where it was the most sensitive.

"Please, stop it," I laughed involuntarily.  "Please, please
stop it!"

This went on forever, me caught between the three girls,
helpless to do anything to cover my body as they teased and
tickled me at their leisure.  

"Please, I'll do anything, just stop it!  Please!!!!!!!"

"Keep it up," Sheila encouraged.  "He's getting weaker."

All three attacked me with new vigor, nearly driving me to
hysteria.  I hated what they were doing to me, but the worst
part was looking down and seeing my erect penis, so happy, so
vulnerable, bobbing around like an eager pet animal vying for
attention.  The girls noticed, too, and they became even more
bold in their efforts.  Occasionally a stray hand would brush
the tip, or else curious fingers would caress or pinch the
shaft, sending an involuntary shiver though my entire body. 
All the struggling in the world couldn't break me free to
protect myself.  I ended up laughing and crying until I was
nearly sick with exhaustion.  

"Watch out," laughed Linda. "I was going to say he might pee
in his pants if you're not careful ...."

"But he doesn't have any! " yelled Sheila.  

She looked me right in the eye, and then down at my erection.  

"You still better watch out, though ... that thing could still
go off!"

"If it does he gets a whipping!" Linda shot me a stern look. 
"You better not make a mess in this car!"

"It's not my fault!" I yelled, somewhere between a giggle and
a sob.

Before Linda took us to get ice cream she drove us all over
the place, including down through the middle of town, to a gas
station to get a fill-up, and even past a ballfield where a
game was going on.  The girls shouted and waved to everybody
they saw, and I was encouraged to do likewise.  In the face of
another round of tickle-torture, I did as I was told.  Looking
back, I was pretty safe in the car, scrunched down in my seat
and surrounded by the girls and all.  But at the time as far
as I was concerned everybody in the world could tell I was
bare-bottomed naked.  

Like I said, it was the worse day of my life.

At one point Linda pulled the station wagon into the parking
lot of the largest shopping center in the county.  My nerves
were shot.  Imagine my reaction, however, when I was told that
we were all getting out to run into the ice cream shop.  

"I can't go like this!" I cried desperately.  Everyone was
getting out of the car and the doors were wide open.  "People
will see me!"

Sheila and the girls made a big show of making me get out,
some pushing, some pulling.  Terrified, I slid down onto the
floorboard and scrunched into a ball, hugging my knees against
my chest in hopes of hiding my nudity.

"Leave me alone!  Go away!  Please!" I screamed.  

At some point I started punching and kicking at the girls,
which wasn't such a good idea.  I remember Sheila grabbing me
by the hair of my head and pulling me out of the car.  The
next thing I knew my butt was stinging something awful and I
was dancing and crying like a little girl.

"Don't you remember the fairy rules?  Fairies ... don't ...
hit!"  With every word the tall beauty slashed at my legs with
a switch she'd apparently brought along from the house. 
"Fairies ... play ... nice!!!"

Somehow I managed to break free and scramble back into the
car,  wounded and helpless.

"You sure you won't come with us, Twinkle Toes?" the girls
teased as they walked away.   "We might be a while."

It was all I could do to shake my head and pray for divine
intervention. 

I can't remember how long they were gone.  It seemed like an
hour or longer.  It might have only been a few minutes.  All I
knew was it was hot and I was miserable and in tears.  

Why is this happening to me?!!!

Between having my hair all poofy and in flowers and being
naked, I was desperate to keep out of sight.  Every time
someone walked by I'd slide down in the seat and hope they
couldn't see anything they shouldn't.  I can't tell you how
many little old ladies and their granddaughters I saw that
day; it was like there was a convention going on and I was the
main attraction.  I actually got a few smiles and a wave here
and there; I wondered later if people thought I was a girl
with my sissy hairdo.  I don't think anybody ever saw my bare
butt, thank goodness, but it sure felt like it!  

When the girls finally came back everybody had a huge ice
cream cone in their hand and a smile on their face.   I looked
desperately for mine, but Linda told me I was out of luck.

"Sorry, sweetie, but you didn't come with us, so we didn't get
you anything," she said, licking a double scoop of strawberry.

I turned to my cousin.  "Sheila ...." 

"Hey, don't drag me into this.  You had your chance, fairy
boy."  Sheila dug into her jeans pocket.  "Here, here's five
dollars.  You can keep the change if you go inside and get a
cone."

I was incredulous, not to mention furious.  And hurt.  "I
can't go in there without any clothes on!  You know that! 
It's not fair!"

My pretty cousin smacked her lips and said, "So what.  What do
I care?  You had your chance.   What are you going to do, cry
about it?"

I suddenly felt extremely vulnerable, and not just because I
was sitting between a bunch of girls in the back of the car.  

"You're just being mean!" I said with pout.  I tried not to
cry, but the tears just flowed.

Linda nodded as she pulled the car out of the parking lot. 
"You oughta know.  You're the expert on being mean," she said. 


I could see her shoot an ugly look right at me.  She then
glanced back toward her little sister.

So that was it!  Because I'd teased some girl a little, I was
being picked on  - no, make that tortured! - in return.  Well,
needless to say, I didn't like that at all!  

"It's not fair!" I sobbed.

Samantha made a big showing out of eating her ice cream cone. 
"Yeah, probably not.  But it's a ton of fun making you cry,
crybaby!!!"

Cheated and upset, I didn't want to talk to anybody, but what
I wanted didn't matter to a hill of beans.  Everybody heard
the argument, and they all had something to say.  It was
mostly teasing and goading designed to make me cry.  I was a
little wiser by then, though, and I did a pretty good job of
not letting them get to me.

"Here, you can have the rest of my ice cream," Becky finally
said.  

She held out her cone.  I looked at her and thought for a
minute that I was being set up.  But the smile on her face was
too sincere.  Maybe the meanness was over.  I sure hoped so. 
I took a deep breath and reached out.  

I was just about to take it when Samantha beat me to it,
knocking it out of Becky's  hand and laughing like an idiot. 
I about screamed when the cold ice cream landed upside down on
my chest and slid down my bare belly and right into my lap.

"You did that on purpose!" I yelled.

"Yeah, I know," the former love of my life said with a giggle. 
"Is it cold down there?  I hope ..  your little friend ...
likes chocolate."

I didn't need to say anything.  The mushy ice cream smeared
all over me, my chest and belly and my privates as well as my
legs.  I was literally a chocolate mess!  I remember looking
down and seeing my stupid penis sticking up with all that ice
cream surrounding it like some sort of weird sundae.  The car
filled with laughter while I cried like a baby.  

Well, everyone was laughing but Linda.  The next thing I knew
she pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped. 

 "Get out, quick!" she yelled.  "Hurry, you little faggot,
before you get ice cream all over the seats.  My dad will kill
me if I bring his car back all messed up and sticky."

Of course, I didn't want to get out, but with four sets of
hands pushing and pulling at me I didn't have much choice.  

"You heard the woman," Sheila taunted.  "Get out of her car!"

"Don't touch me!" I yelled.  "Leave me alone!  I hate you!  I
hate you all!"

A lot of good that did me.  Despite all my complaining and
fighting I ended up standing on the side of the road in the
buff.

"You're safe," Sheila called out.  "There ain't nothing on the
seat but Twinkle Toes' sweaty old butt-prints."  She looked me
up and down and grinned.  "Yuck!  You are so nasty!"

That made me mad.  "It's not my fault!  It was Becky ... and
her," I pointed toward Samantha, "They did this to me.  I
didn't do anything to any of them!"

Samantha gave me a punch in the arm. It was hard enough to
hurt.  "Yeah, nothing except be mean!"  She reached over and
gave Becky a hug.  "You're just mad now 'cause you're getting
a taste of your own medicine, Twinkle Toes."

My eyes welled up with tears.  "Stop calling me that!" I
screamed.  "I didn't do anything to her ... or you!!!  I ... I
... oh, you're just being a bitch!"

"I don't have to listen to this," Samantha said.  She got into
the car.  "Come on, Becky.  You don't have to listen to it,
either!"

Becky gave me a not-so-sympathetic smile and did as her friend
said.  The next thing I knew, everyone was getting back into
the car, leaving me standing like an idiot on the edge of the
pavement.  Linda and Sheila were cracking up as they loaded
up, both of them making kissy faces at me.

"Bye, nasty boy!" Sheila taunted.  "Have fun walking home all
by yourself."

At first I thought they were just kidding, but Linda put the
car into gear and started pulling away.  

"WAIT!!!" I screamed.  "You can't leave me here like this!"

"Sure I can."  Linda looked me up and down and shook her head. 
"You're not riding in my car, fairy boy.  You made a nasty
mess!  See you later."

"Bye, Twinkle Toes," the other girls called out.  

I watched in disbelief as the car pulled away.  Four sets of
eyes looked out the back and hands came out the windows on
either side and waved.  

"Bye-bye ....."

I stood there and cried for a long time before I got my act
together.  Or as together as I could get it, considering my
situation.  It was now officially a real life nightmare, being
stranded on the side of the road, naked as a jaybird, covered
in bruises and tears and chocolate ice cream, who knew how far
from home.

Why me????

Thank goodness, it turned that we were on the country road out
near my grandmother's house.  In retrospect it wasn't that
long a walk - couple of miles or so - but in my current
predicament it seemed like a lifetime.  

The hard part was walking on the hot pavement in my bare feet. 
Except for the portions shaded by the occasional tree, the
road was blistering and my poor feet were in such pain that I
cried with each step.  It didn't help that I was still sticky
from the neck down with Becky's ice cream.  All over my belly
and my hands, under my arms and even down between my legs ...
I couldn't even scratch my nose without spreading that stupid
chocolate mess.  I never was so miserable in my entire life!

The only thing worst was having to hide every five minutes. 
Whenever I'd hear a car I'd have to run from the side of the
road and hide either in the bushes or a ditch, praying that I
wouldn't be seen.   I'm pretty sure nobody saw me, but it was
enough to put the fear of god into me.  For some reason I was
convinced that if anybody saw a twelve year old boy wandering
around the countryside stark naked - and covered in chocolate
ice cream! - he'd either be put in jail or kidnapped.  I had
enough problems as it was; if there was anything I knew, it
was that I didn't need any help in being miserable.

During one of these little escapes I hid under a small rustic
bridge while a convoy of cars and trucks rolled by.   Thank
goodness there was a small fresh water creek beneath, and I
did manage to wash myself off and cool down a bit.  

After getting most of the ice cream off  in the stream I spent
the longest time just sitting in the shade under the bridge,
my bare butt on a flat rock, my aching feet soaking in the
cool water.  It was very peaceful, very quiet, and despite
being stripped naked and looking like a goof, I was actually
kinda happy.  I thought about my buddy Christopher a bit and I
got a little teary eyed when I realized I still had a long
walk home.

When I finally arrived at the house I was disappointed to see
Linda's car in the driveway along with the one my cousins
drove.  I'd prayed to God that nobody would be there so I
could maybe get a little peace and quiet, but it seemed that
my luck was running pretty consistent.  

I could hear voices coming from the back yard, a lot of
laughing and giggling and chitchatting, exactly the sort of
thing I'd expect from my cousins and their goofy friends.  I
started to sneak in the front door, but it was locked, darn
it!  A fresh wave of tears swept over me as I plopped down on
the front step and pondered my fate.  I'd hoped to slip
upstairs unnoticed, clean myself up and hide in the bathroom
until Nana and Aunt Margaret got home.  My only other choices
were to hide somewhere outside or simply go to the back yard
and face the music.  

While I fudged around and sat with my bare butt on the cold
concrete steps and tried to figure out what to do, my decision
was made for me.

"It's about time you got back!" 

I about jumped out of my skin as Pam appeared out of nowhere. 
She was standing at the opened front door, a cold drink in her
hand and a huge smile on her face 

Looking me up and down, my cousin clucked her tongue and shook
her head.  "You are a mess, Fairy Boy.  And a nasty one at
that.  Did you have a nice little walk?  Did you make any
friends along the way?"

Well, believe it or not, I actually lit into my cousin, if
only for a minute or two.  Tears running down my face, I
complained and I fussed and I cussed like there was no
tomorrow.  I told her how mean she was, and how mean everybody
else was, and how I was going to tell on them all.  I was so
distraught, so upset and so tired that I didn't care about the
consequences; I was going to get back at them all if it was
the last thing I ever did.
 
"I'll show you!" I threatened.  "I'm tell Nana and Aunt
Margaret and everybody what all you did to me.  I'll tell
everything, I don't care.  Yeah, I'll tell  it all!"

Instead of being upset with me, or slapping my face or giving
me a whipping or even fussing back, Pam grinned a great big
grin and grabbed me by the wrist.

"Yeah, sure, whatever."  She sniffed the air.  "Geez, you
still smell like chocolate.   I wonder if you need a bath ...
nah, not enough time.  Come on, little fairy, we're running
late.  We've had a surprise waiting for you all afternoon
long!  Let's hurry up before it's ruined."

I suddenly found myself pulled through the front door, past
the living room, the hallway and toward the kitchen out back. 
To my chagrin I was drug right by the main stairway which led
up to my lonely bedroom where my pants waited for me in vain.  

As we approached the back door through the kitchen my cousin
put her finger to her lips.

"Sh-h-h-h ... we're going out on the porch.  If you keep
quiet, you'll get to see something really neat."

Oh, boy, that didn't sound good.  Whenever one of my cousins
said something like that I almost always ended up miserable
and in tears.

"Like what?" I asked suspiciously.  I felt so helpless,
standing in my grandmother's kitchen in my birthday suit like
that.  "You're not going to do anything mean to me again, are
you?"

Pam looked at me for a moment and then blinked.  "No, it's not
mean, honey, it's a surprise.  You like surprises, don't you,
sweetie?  Especially nice ones, right?"

I shook my head.  "Not lately."

"Well, you're going to just love this one, I guarantee it." 
She winked at me sweetly and I could feel my insides flutter
with emotion.

Following my cousin's lead, I padded along behind her, naked
and obedient, like a helpless little child.  Carefully and
quietly, she led me by the hand to the edge of the porch. 
Below us on the patio the sound of girlish laughter floated
upward, triggering a shiver of fear through my body.  My
cousin pointed to the sight before us and grinned.

"See?  Pretty cute, huh?" 

I felt my stomach churn for an instant.  The younger girls,
Becky and Samantha and Teresa, were all standing around the
old metal washtub, laughing and giggling like a bunch of
fools.  Sheila and Linda were sitting at the picnic table
sipping soft drinks and watching from the sidelines. 
Something - or somebody! - was splashing around in the tub,
like it was taking a bath or something. 

"What ... what are they ... doing?" I asked carefully.  Yeah,
I know, the question came out of my mouth, but I wasn't sure I
wanted to know the answer to that it.  

My cousin squeezed my hand.  "Can't you see him?  Isn't he
cute?"

At first I thought Becky and the other girls were giving a dog
or a puppy a bath.  After a few minutes I heard the crying and
the cussing and the fussing, and then I saw it was a person. 
A boy, judging from the sound of the voice.  And a very
unhappy boy, at that.

"Is it Chris?" I wondered to myself.  If it was, I really felt
sorry for him.  I wanted to shout out a warning to him.  "He
knows what they'll do to him ... why doesn't he run away???"

The girls moved around some and I finally got a good look at
who they were teasing.  My stomach sunk so low I almost got
sick.  It was a boy that was sitting in the tub all right.  A
black boy, soaking wet and crying like a big baby.  Just like
I'd been only a few hours before.

"Oh, Jesus!  Oh, God, not him!  Not him!!"

Pam nudged me and giggled.  "It's Teresa's little brother,
Brandon.  You know him, don't you?"

I nodded my head.  Oh, I knew Brandon Jackson all right.  He
was about my age, a spoiled brat and a real pain in the butt. 
More than once over the past few summers he and I'd crossed
paths, and each time we'd almost come to blows.  

"Not him," I said to myself.  I suddenly felt very sick. 
"Anybody but him."

See, I never was much of a fighter and I hated kids like
Brandon, big mouthed and pushy like that.  The fact that he
was as big as me made things even more awkward because I was
afraid if I did confront him I'd get beat up.  Him being black
didn't help since I was afraid that all his black friends
would track me down and beat me up as well.  What made things
worse was how Brandon sensed my reluctance and always took
advantage of it to treat me like dirt.  

And now, well, I was terrified that he was going to see me
naked, with flowers in my hair, looking like a real fruitcake
in front of all those girls!  You can't imagine how scared I
was.  Next to riding bare bottomed through town, it would be
one of the worse things that ever happened to me!

I winced in pain as my cousin pinched my bare bottom hard
enough to leave a mark.

"I asked you a question, stupid!  Do you know him?"

"Yeah, I know him," I conceded with a sniff.  "He's a brat.  I
hate him!"

 Pam looked at me.  "Oh, really?  You don't care for Teresa's
little brother?  I think he's kinda cute."

"He's a pain.  I hope you all are as mean to him as you are to
me."

"Oh, we're not mean.  You just think we're mean.  We're nice
to you, and you're going to be nice to Brandon."  My cousin
smiled at me and winked.  "Really, really  nice."

I thought about what had happened to me during the ride to
town and the long walk home, and I shuddered to think what my
cousin considered "mean."  I also wondered about what she
meant about me being nice to that little punk brat.

"Did you all make Brandon ride over here in his birthday
suit?" I asked, half hopeful, half in fear.

"No, we didn't make him ride over here in his birthday suit! 
Why do you ask?  Would you think it funny if we did?"

I wasn't sure what the right answer was to that, so I kept my
mouth shut and just shrugged.

"Don't be coy with me, little fairy.  I know what you're
thinking.  You'd like that, wouldn't you?"  My cousin shot me
a thoughtful look.  "Well, for your information, while the
girls took you for that fun ride downtown, Teresa and I ran
over to her house and invited Brandon over for a swim.  He was
pretty happy 'til he got here and saw our fancy swimming
pool."  

She nodded at the tub and grinned.  

"You'll be thrilled to know, no doubt, there was some yellin'
and that's when Teresa took away his bathing trunks and made
him run around bareass for a while.  I'm sure you would have
loved that," she said with a grin.  

"Anyway, we tried to get him to get to go 'swimming' in the
tub, but he wouldn't hear of it.  Then, when Linda and the
girls got back, it didn't take a couple of seconds to get him
in there.   He's so afraid of the younger girls seeing his
weiner we can't get him out.  Pretty funny, huh?"

I nodded.  I didn't know what to say, I was so confused.  Part
of me was fascinated by what I saw, part of me was absolutely
struck dumb with fear.  Between the girls all laughing and
yakking and having a ball, the young black boy was clearly
distraught, hysterical, even, at his predicament.  Between the
sobbing and the fussing I could make out his pleas for help
and his cries for his mother.

"Get away from me!  I'm telling, Teresa!  I'm tell on you big
time!  You all are in big trouble!  You just wait 'til I tell
Momma on you!  Then you'll get it!  Momma!!!"

I watched with horror as the huge Teresa reached down and
slapped her younger brother right across the face.  I winced;
having been on the receiving end of that kinda thing, I didn't
think it was funny at all.  Not even when it happened to
somebody I didn't like.  Sure enough, it shut him up, for a
few minutes at least, but that still didn't make it right.

"I don't think you'll be telling anybody anything," the black
girl said with confidence.  "Not after we get through with
you.  You won't be telling anybody a thing, li'l sister!"

"I ain't your sister and I ain't no girl!" the young boy
sobbed.  "Stop callin' me that!" 

I felt ill as Teresa lit into him again, grabbing him by his
bushy head of hair and pulling on it until he cried.  I
wondered if I looked anything like that when I cried.  Surely
not.

"I'll call you whatever I choose too, you little faggot.  If I
say you're a girl, then you're a girl!  Understand me, li'l
miss?"

Pam poked me in my bare belly with her damned fingernail. 
"Sounds like you two were just made for each other, li'l
fairy.  I can't wait to get the two of you together.  That's
going to be so much fun!"

It took me a second to figure out what my cousin was talking
about.  Watching Brandon suffering at the hands of his sister,
I had a sudden flashback to what I overheard what was said
earlier about getting the two of us together.  A chill went
down my spine as I played it back in my mind.

"We can  make them take baths and play 'kissy-face' and all
sorts of stuff!  It'll be the funniest thing you'll ever see!"

 I licked my lips.  I know this sounds stupid, but I felt a
shameful, though familiar tingling between my legs.  I
couldn't help it as I suddenly caught myself wondering what it
would be like to kiss a boy who happened to be black.  A boy
that, by the way, I hated.

This was turning out to be a very weird day!

My cousin giggled.  "Poor little faggot.  I bet you can hardly
wait.  The two of you are going to have a ton of fun!  I can
tell that right now!"

I looked at her dumbly.  What the heck was she talking about? 
Pam looked at me and giggled again.  She then pointed down
below my waist.  I about died when I saw my erection.  Yep,
there it was, sticking straight up like an eager pet, ready to
please, ready to be pleased.  

No wonder my cousin thought I was looking forward to making
friends with Teresa's little brother.  Well, who could blame
her?  With a hardon like that, she probably thought I was the
biggest queer in the world!

Of course, the question really should have been:  What the
heck was going through my mind???

I was awakened from my reverie when I felt myself being pushed
down the back porch steps and onto the cool grass.

"No, wait a second!  Pam, please, I can't go down there like
this ...."

"Shush, little fairy.  You don't know what you want."  

My cousin gripped my hand so tight tears came to my eyes.  

"Hey, everybody!  Look what the cat drug in!!!"

And so it began ....


Chapter Twelve   Misery Loves Company

After an embarrassing amount of cheering in celebration of my
return, it didn't take any time to get introduced to my new
little friend.  Not the way Sheila and Pam did it, that is. 
Pam led me right up to where Brandon was sitting and motioned
for me to wait a moment.

"Stand up, sugar.  I've got someone for you to meet."

Brandon gave me a sour look.  

"He ain't got any clothes on," the pouting boy said.  He eyed
my flowery crown and fairy necklace.  "He looks like some
kinda fruit.  Keep that queer away from me."

Teresa popped her little brother upside the head with the back
of her hand.  

"Who're you calling queer?  You don't got any clothes on,
either, dummy, so stand on up.  You don't got nothing to hide
either!"

The young black boy remained sitting there, staring at me like
I'd flown in from Mars.  From the look on his face, I just
knew he wasn't going to stand up on his own.  Not in front of
me, not in front of all those girls.  It was about to get
ugly.

"Ain't doin' it," he said somberly.  I watched as he drew his
knees up to his chin and hugged himself tightly.  "Ain't doin'
nothin'."

It didn't take but a couple of minutes to change his mind. 
Teresa said something about "Li'l faggot better do as he's
told" and grabbed him by the arm.  Sheila jumped in, grabbed
him by the other arm, and together the two girls pulled
Brandon to his feet, splashing water, flailing legs and all. 
There was some cryin' and some yellin' and probably some
slappin', but I tried not to pay any attention to any of that;
I'd heard enough over the past few days and all I wanted was
for everybody to get along.  

Besides, the conclusion was foregone.  While he didn't know
it, Brandon was doomed to doing whatever his sister and my
cousins wanted.  Just as I was doomed to the same.  I knew
from experience there was no use in fighting it.  And so,
instead of adding to the panic and terror of the moment, I
focused on who I was about to deal with and how I could make
life easier for us both.

Funny, the thoughts that went through my mind in those first
few seconds.  I remember thinking how, other than skin color,
Teresa's little brother didn't look all that much different
than either Chris or me.   About my size, he was a pretty
skinny little guy, all arms and legs, with a bit of baby fat
and not a hair on his body.  Also, his belly stuck out a bit,
not so much because he was fat so much as that his back was
more arched than either Chris or me.   Between that and a
chubby little butt (which was almost as big as mine!) his body
had almost as many curves as a girl.   Kinda like me,
according to my cousins.  Add the panicked look and the tears
on his face and he fit right in as another victim of "fairy
abuse."

"Lemme go!  Please, please, oh, please, lemme go!  I won't
tell, I promise!  Just let me go home and I won't say a
word!!!!  Please ...."

On the other hand, the differences between the two of us were
pretty obvious.  If Brandon looked taller than me, that was
because of his curly black hair all poofed out in an Afro
style; when we faced each other we actually stood eye to eye,
so he really wasn't much taller than me.  

Then there was the obvious matter of our skin.  Not quite as
dark as his sister's, Brandon's complexion made mine look as
pale as skimmed milk; from head to toe his deep brown skin
glistened with water droplets, which gave him a mysterious,
almost alien look.  Well, to my twelve year old eyes,  I
guess.   I actually envied his dark shape, thinking how it
made him seem natural and confident in his nudity.  Almost
like he was dressed.  Glancing down at my own pitiful
nakedness, I found myself feeling even more vulnerable, more
ridiculous than before.

"Okay, okay, Sis, I'll do it!  I'll do it!" Brandon sobbed. 
He sound so pathetic, I felt bad for him.  "Please, just don't
hit me anymore.  OWW!!!  Hey, I said I promised!  I'll be
good, all right?"

I stood quietly as a quivering Brandon took his place facing
me, standing so close I could smell candy on his breath.  Now
that things had calmed down a bit, I couldn't help looking my
new friend's body up and down.  Particularly down there.  Like
me, he was smooth and hairless, like a chocolate-dipped
version of my aunt's fairy statue out in front of the house. 
Or even a chocolate-dipped version of me! 

For some unknown reason I found myself staring at Brandon's
penis, which, despite being relaxed and hanging down, was as
long as mine was erect.  I knew I shouldn't have been looking
at it, but I couldn't help it.  I was oddly fascinated, pure
and simple.

"I wonder if it gets any bigger than that?" I remember
thinking to myself.

Pam broke my train of thought by taking my hand and putting it
in Brandon's.  Apparently it was time for us to make friends. 
I just stood there like an idiot while she fired a couple of
frames of us with her camera.

"What a pair of cutie pies," one of the older girls said. 
"They are just adorable together!"

"Oh, so sweet!  A pair of sweet little fairies," one of the
younger girls - Samantha, I think - replied with a demonic
giggle.

Becky nodded.  "I like seeing boys hold hands.  Especially
NAKED boys!  They're just so cute like that!"

I have to say it certainly felt weird standing there stark
naked in front of all those girls, with my bare butt exposed
and my stupid erection bouncing happily about, holding hands
with another boy ... who just happened to be naked.  For some
reason my penis was tingling like crazy, and for an instant I
felt kinda faint.

My cousin Pam winked at me.  "Well, I did my part, little
cousin.  Now get to it!"  She put the camera to her eye and
played with the focus.  "I've still got a few pictures left on
this roll."

"Get to ... what?" I stammered.

Sheila nudged me.  "You know.  Make friends with little Brandy
here.  You know what to do.  I understand you two don't get
along.  Well, that's going to stop today.  We want you to
become the best of friends.  And so you can start by kissing
and making up.  Now!"

"Kiss and make up ...?"

My cousin grinned.  "That's what I said, kiss and make up."

"Hey, I ain't kissing and making up with no guy!" Brandon
declared.  The black boy made an ugly face and pulled his hand
out of mine.  "And my name's Brandon, not Brandy!"

WHAPP!!!  Teresa smacked her little brother upside the head
again so hard I wanted to cry.

"Shut up, li'l sis.  We'll call you a lot worse before the day
is done.  Now, be nice and hold hands with your little
sweetie.  And do as you're told, understand?  Unless you want
another whippin', that is!"

Brandon took my hand, just as he was told.  I thought about
how ridiculous we must have looked, two naked boys standing in
my grandmother's flower garden, holding hands like a couple of
dumb sissies. 

Imagine my horror when I felt a disturbing twitch in the tip
of my penis!  Glancing down, I was shocked to see the little
traitor bobbing around like a pet begging for attention!  The
familiar tingling put me into a panic.  "Oh, God, I'm going to
spurt!"  I immediately closed my eyes and prayed, "Please,
don't let me embarrass myself ... please, oh, please, oh,
please ...." 

When I opened my eyes I saw Pam staring at my erection.  She
then looked up at me, swung her hair back and smiled.  

"You're really loving all this, aren't you, sweetie?"

I mumbled something dumb and just stood there, marveling at my
bad luck.  It was like she could read my stupid little mind! 
I shuddered to think about how much she enjoyed watching me
suffer.  

"Well, it's time.  Hop to it, li'l fairy!"  

My cousin reached out and shoved Brandon and me toward each
other until we bumped noses.  An alarming thrill shot through
my tingly erection.

"Pam said for you to get to it, Fairy Boy."  Sheila stared
directly at me.  "Don't just stand there.  Do your thing!"

I cleared my throat.  "Like what?"  I remember my voice was
raspy and hoarse.  "What thing?"

She smiled and made a kissy face.  "Remember the fairy rules?"

"Yeah," Pam said.  "Remember all the stuff you're supposed to
do when you're with another fairy?  Remember rule number five? 
Or do you need a refresher course?"

"Ain't no fairy!" Brandon fumed.  "Stop calling me that!"

Oh, I remembered the fairy rules, all right.  And, yes, I
remembered rule five.  Not that I wanted to.  I wasn't stupid. 
I knew they wanted me kiss Brandon, which would have been just
about the most sickening thing they could have asked me to do. 
And I knew it was inevitable that I did, that it would take a
miracle to keep me from doing it.  I just didn't want to make
it look too easy.

"C'mon, little fairies, pucker up!"

I felt that awful twitch again, and then a familiar shiver. 
If I wasn't real careful, like it or not, something down below
was about to go SPURT!!!

Brandon's voice suddenly got really whiny.  "I ain't no fairy,
and I don't like this fairy stuff.  And besides, I already got
friends.  Plenty of friends.  I don't wanna be friends with
him." He glanced down at my erect penis and gave me a sour
look.  "And I don't like him touching me, either.  He's
weird."

Linda laughed.  "I think the word you're looking for is queer,
honey.  Fairies are queer, not weird."

The black child shot me another ugly look.  "Whatever.  I
don't wanna be around him any which way."

I looked around.  I wondered if it would do any good to stage
a final protest.  Probably not.

"Come on, fairy boy!  Unless you want another whippin', let's
get on with it!"  Sheila encouraged.  

"Yeah!  Do it!  Do it now!" One of the younger girls chipped
in.  The crowd was getting impatient.

I knew what it was they wanted me to do.  I was just too
scared to initiate it.  I mean, think about what they were
making me do:  not only was I about to kiss a boy, but I was
about to kiss a naked black boy, in back of my grandmother's
house, for pity's sake, and in front of all those girls!

After a bit more goading - not to mention a couple of nasty
pinches on my bare butt - I did it.  Or tried to.  I turned
toward Brandon, gripped his hand tight and kinda leaned in
toward him.  Licking my lips, I guided my face in close to
his.  I must have hesitated a little too long 'cause he jerked
away and gave me a fearful, disgusted look. 

"What're you doin', you fag!  Get away from me, fairy boy! 
You wanna fight?  I'll fight you, if that's what you want."

"I don't wanna fight.  I just wanna ...."

I couldn't think of what to say.  I mean, heck, what could I
say?  The whole situation was absolutely ridiculous!

"I don't know you!" the black boy yelled.  He pulled his hand
free and pushed me away.  "And you don't know me!  All I know
is that you're some kinda queer or something.  Don't ever try
to touch me!  Don't even talk to me!"

WHAPP!!!  Right on cue, Teresa smacked her little brother
again, right across the back of his bushy head.

"I'd listen to your new little buddy if I were you," she
warned.  "Now, take his hand and stand still.  If you don't
want me to hit you again, that is."

"I'm listenin', I'm listenin'," Brandon whined, slipping his
hand in mine and limply holding on.  I was surprised to see a
fresh tear run down his cheek.

Teresa nodded.  "All we want you two to do is" - she stifled a
giggle - "kiss and make up.  Does that sound so bad?"

My cousin Pam jumped in at that point with, "Yeah, but you
gotta KISS and make up, not just make up.  You guys can't have
one without the other, all right?"

"Kiss and make up!" the younger girls screamed.  You'd have
thought they were hollering for the ice cream truck, the way
they were acting.

Brandon shot our audience a nasty look.  "No way in heck I'm
going to let some queer kiss me ... Ow!"

He rubbed his ear from where his sister gave it a pain-
inducing SMACK!!!

"You WILL do what we say!" Whap!!!  "You don't, and I'm
tellin' Momma about those fireworks you hid out in the shed!"

Right there in front of everybody, Teresa hit her little
brother so bad he started crying.  I actually felt sorry for
the poor kid.

"Ow!  Okay, okay!" he sobbed.  "I get it.  Just don't hit me
anymore."

My chocolate-covered twin shot his sister a hateful look. 
Then he looked me up and down suspiciously for a moment.  I
was surprised - and relieved! - when he reluctantly nodded at
me.  He wasn't going to fight it any longer.  I guess he
finally figured that I might be the only way to get us both
out of this stupid situation without getting whacked on the
head any more.

I just hoped he was right!

(to be continued ....)