Jennifer's Revenge

by Jennifer

 

CHAPTER 1

 

I suppose I only had myself to blame. I've always had a mischievous streak in me, especially when it came to teasing my 18 year old sister Jennifer, and could sometimes be the bane of her life as only a 14 year old younger brother can be. Somehow I just couldn't resist any chance to have some fun at her expense, and it was probably inevitable that one day I'd go too far.

That day came on the occasion she was performing in an afternoon performance of a variety show put on at a theatre in town by the local dramatic society of which she was a keen member. Her act was to do a rendition of Shirley Temple singing 'On the Good Ship Lollypop', and I have to admit she was very good. There she was up on stage in her little white dress with puffed sleeves, a peter pan collar, with a big bow tied at the back. She'd even had her hair styled in a mass of ringlets just for the occasion.

Unfortunately for her, I regarded this as a unique occasion to indulge myself in what I thought was a masterly way of having some fun.

Mum and I were of course going to see the show, but because the last bus home left the town centre at six in the evening, shortly before the end, it was agreed that we would leave just before the end once we'd seen Jennifer's act, and she would walk home afterwards if she couldn't cadge a lift from one of the other cast members.

We arrived in the town centre in plenty of time for the performance, so we had tea first. As we sat down in the cafe, Mum noticed that I was carrying a folded up plastic shopping bag, essential for the piece of mischief I had in mind. 'Harry' she said, 'Why did you bring a bag with you? We're not going shopping.'

'Oh I don't know really' I lied. 'I thought we might, that's all.' Before making our way to the theatre, Jennifer went off ahead of us to get ready, while Mum and I went for a short walk around town before taking our seats. The show was a great hit, but all I could think about was how cute my older sister looked in her pretty little dress with her hair in a mass of golden curls, and I grinned broadly as I visualised what was about to happen.

Shortly before the end of the show, I rose from my seat and made my way round the back to the actor's communal changing room which at that moment was deserted. As Jennifer's brother, I'd been to a few of the rehearsals, so I knew that the other members of the cast wouldn't be surprised if they saw me backstage. Little did they know my purpose for being there! I soon located Jennifer's clothes, and being careful not to be seen, I gathered them all up and carefully put them into my bag. Then I returned to my seat, grinning with satisfaction at what I thought was my best trick yet.

As planned, Mum and I left the theatre before the end of the performance, and were just in time to catch the last bus.

Once we reached home Mum made our dinner, and I awaited the return of my sister with a degree of smug satisfaction.

She arrived home three hours later just as it was getting dark, fuming with rage. As she came into the kitchen still dressed as Shirley Temple, her eyes blazed with anger as she said to me 'I suppose you had something to do with this you little so and so. Where the hell are my clothes?'

Somewhat taken aback, Mum said 'Whatever do you mean Jennifer? And don't tell me you walked all the way home dressed like that.'

'Of course I did' retorted my sister vehemently, 'I didn't have any choice thanks to this little ratbag! I've never been so embarrassed in my life!'

Mum turned to me and said 'Did you have anything to do with this Harry? I want the truth now.'

Since I'd now had my moment of fun as I imagined my sister walking through the streets dressed as a six year old little girl, I decided to come clean. With a grin I said 'Yes all right it was me. I took her clothes so she'd have to walk home dressed as Shirley Temple. Wish I could have seen her' I added with a giggle. 'It's all right' I added, as if to placate my sister, 'I put your clothes on your bed. No harm done.'

'No harm done!' exploded my sister, 'No harm done?' Do you realise how humiliating it was for me to walk through the streets for two hours dressed like this? I was seen by several people I knew, and it wasn't funny.' Suddenly her expression changed to a malevolent grin. 'All right then' she continued, 'You've had your fun, but I can assure you that you're going to pay for it in full. I'll make you wish you'd never thought of such a stupid trick.'

She seemed to calm down as she decided that she was going to get her revenge, and it left me with an uneasy feeling that it would probably be something singularly unpleasant. I was right on that score.

Jennifer went up to her room to change, and a short while later came downstairs again to have her dinner.

Nothing more was said about the incident, and I soon forgot all about it. I should have known better.

 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

One Wednesday morning a couple of months later during the first week of my school summer holidays, Jennifer and I were in the kitchen playing a game of cards with her friends Erica Johnson and Fiona Carter. Jennifer suggested that we make the game more interesting by having a forfeit devised by the other three to be paid by the first person to get knocked out of the game. For many years we'd used the idea as a means of spicing a game up, and it was a point of honour that we never refused to perform whatever forfeit was chosen by the other. As time had passed, we'd upped the ante, and the last few forfeits had been particularly ingenious (and often embarrassing for the victim!). But it was always performed with good grace.

On this occasion, the cards just didn't go right for me, and I'll always suspect that the deck had been stacked. A sense of doom came over me as I steadily went down and was finally knocked out of the game. With a grin of triumph Jennifer grinned and said to me 'Well mate, looks like you're the one that's going to pay the forfeit. And we've thought up a real beauty this time.' Now I was convinced that I'd been set up, but I couldn't prove it, so I decided to accept my fate with equanimity.

The girls finished the game, and as Jennifer put the cards back in their box, she looked at me, grinned, and said 'Right then, so it's time for your forfeit. And don't forget dear brother, you must agree to do it no matter what it is. Agreed?'

'Yes of course' I replied impatiently, 'That's the way it's always been, and I'm certainly never going to be the first one to back out of it. So what is it this time?'

'Well' she smiled, 'I've just realised that when I left Farnworth Girl's Grammar School last year, I forgot to bring the manuscript of that novel I was writing with me. It's still there in my locker in the sports pavilion. So I want you to go back there and retrieve it for me.'

'Is that all?' I said scathingly, 'Easy. Gee, that won't be difficult.'

'Not so fast' she grinned wickedly, 'I haven't finished yet.'

'Oh? So what else is there?'

'Well, they don't start their summer holidays until this Friday, so the place will be swarming with girls. Since you'll be on the school grounds, you'll need an appropriate disguise. If the girls caught a boy on his own in the school grounds at Farnworth, he'd be assured of a fate worse than death' she added with a giggle.

'What do you mean by an appropriate disguise?' I said, puzzled.

'Simple. Appropriate means that you'll be dressed by wearing my old school uniform. I reckon it will fit you nicely' she grinned. 'And you can wear that wig I borrowed from my theatre group. It's a pageboy style which is just about the same as many girls at school wear their hair, so it'll be perfect for the job.' It was almost as if I'd already agreed to her forfeit, and as if by way of overcoming any other doubts I might have she added 'You won't be noticed if you're quick. Fiona's going to drive us there in her car and we'll park next to a side gate of the school. Then all you have to do is go in, run across to the sports pavilion, retrieve my manuscript, and get back to the car. Odds are that no-one will see you, and even if they do, they'll assume that you're one of the girls anyway. By which time you'll be back in the car.'

It all sounded so simple, and ever one for a bit of fun, I must say that the idea did have a certain amount of appeal for me. But dressed a schoolgirl? Um, I wasn't completely sure about that. There's something about being dressed as a girl that any full-blooded boy finds singularly distasteful, a sort of surrendering of their pride and manhood, but as a point of honour I wasn't going to back out.

'Well, all right then' I said grudgingly, 'I suppose it's all right as long as you take me there and back in the car. If any of my mates ever saw me dressed like that I'd never live it down!'

'Oh don't worry about that Harry' retorted Jennifer confidingly, 'By the time I've finished with dressing you, even your mate Michael won't recognise you. I promise you that when you step out of that car outside the school, no-one will even think that you're anything but a Farnworth girl. Promise' she added with a wicked grin. I should have known then that something was up, but being me, I didn't spot it. Silly me.

'Oh for goodness sake Harry' added Erica with some exasperation, 'Come on, haven't you got any guts at all? I thought you were brave or something.'

Fiona was more persuasive. 'Oh come on Harry' she added with a good-natured smile, 'It's only a little bit of fun. Go on, do it just to please me.'

That did it. Although Fiona was older than me, I really fancied her, but she knew it and I was putty in her hands. 'Come on Harry' she added, 'It's only for a short while, and I'd love to see Jennifer turn you into a Farnworth girl just like we all used to be. I bet you'll look really good.'

It sounded like a challenge that I couldn't possibly refuse, and I was finally convinced. I made my decision, and turning to Jennifer I said 'All right then, I'll do it. I'm not scared.'

'You never were' she smiled, almost with admiration. Then she grinned and said 'All right then dear brother, let's go up to my bedroom. I've still got my school uniform in the wardrobe.' Turning to Fiona and Erica, she said 'Help yourselves to a drink from the fridge and wait here. We won't be too long.'

I followed Jennifer up to her room, and opening the wardrobe, she took out all the various items of her old school uniform and laid them out on the bed.

'Right Harry' she said, 'Time to get undressed.'

We'd seen each other naked on numerous occasions in the past, so it was no embarrassment to me to strip of my clothes until I stood there completely nude. Jennifer looked at me, grinned, and picking up a pair of baggy green regulation school knickers, she grimaced and said 'I hated wearing these for five days a week. Well now you can try wearing them,' she added with a grin. She held them open close to the ground and said 'In you get.' I stepped into them, and she pulled them up my legs and around my waist. The unfamiliar tightness of ten elastic around the waist and legs openings felt strangely restrictive.

'Now then' she said with a smile, 'Let's give you a nice teenage figure shall we?' she took a plain white teen first bra, and putting my arms through the straps, she stepped behind me and fastened the catch. Then she took two small socks and inserted them into the cups of the bra. She stepped back, smiled, and said 'There we are, a nice trim little bust but not too big. Now for your summer dress.'

She took the dress off its hanger, held it up and said with a grin 'Here you are little girl, your regulation Farnworth school dress. Isn't it lovely?' She was being sarcastic of course, because I knew she'd detested wearing it during her last years at school because she said it made her look like a ten year old. I could understand how she would have felt. It was a green and white check dress with a broad white collar and cuffs and short sleeves. A row of white buttons ran up the front to the neck, and round the waist was a belt with a white plastic buckle supported by two keepers on either side of the waist. But for its large size it could easily have passed for a primary school dress.

Now it was my turn to wear it, and I gave a sigh of resignation as I looked at it. 'I'm not going to enjoy this' I said with feeling, and my sister chuckled as she said 'Of course not. That's the whole idea of a forfeit. Now let's get you into it.'

She held the dress up and said 'Head and arms in,' and I obediently put my head into it and my arms into the sleeves. Jennifer quickly pulled the dress down around me, and fastened the buttons up to the neck. Then she threaded the belt through the buckle, pulled it tight, and fastened a button at the end of the belt which prevented it from loosening. She pulled the hem of the dress down and made sure it hung neatly before she looked at me, smiled, and said 'Perfect fit. Could have been made for you. Now for your feet. Sit down.'

I sat down on a chair while she took a pair of white cotton ankle socks, drew them onto my feet, and turned the tops down neatly. Then came her school shoes, and again, I knew that their juvenile style had also been a source of annoyance to her. They were black T bar sandals with straps that buckled at the side in much the same style as the sandals worn by little girls everywhere. She slipped one onto my right foot and fastened it on before putting the other sandal on my left foot. They fitted me comfortably, and it was quickly becoming apparent to me that I was almost exactly the size Jennifer had been in her last year at school.

'So far so good' she said, looking at me with satisfaction, 'But now for your wig. That'll really make a difference to your appearance.' She took a wig on its stand out of her wardrobe, and placing it on the dressing table she said 'Come and sit down here in front of the mirror.' I got up and went over to the dressing table, sat down, and waited to see what sort of transformation the wig would achieve.

Jennifer brushed the wig out, and said 'Now keep your head nice and level.' I did as I was told, and she carefully lowered the wig onto my head and pulled it down into position. She brushed the centre parting neatly and arranged the wig so that it hung down around my face properly. Finally she combed the fringe neatly, and it was done.

'Perfect' said Jennifer, 'That just leaves your school hat. It's compulsory for the girls to wear them outside the school, and we used to hate wearing them. As soon as we were well away from the school we used to take them off and stuff them in our school bags. But for the moment you'll have to wear yours.' She picked up her cream coloured panama school hat decorated with a dark green hatband with the school crest on the front and placed it carefully on my head. Then she stood back to admire her handiwork, smiled at me in the mirror, and said 'There you are. What do you think? Convincing enough for you?'

I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped at the transformation. Combined with the school uniform I was wearing, the wig gave me every appearance of being a schoolgirl, and I had to admit I was impressed at the transformation.

'That's amazing!' I said, 'I wouldn't have believed it. Hell, I really do look like a girl now. It's that wig that does it. Especially with the hat.'

'Told you it would be all right' grinned Jennifer. 'You look perfect.' Now let's go downstairs and see what the others think.' I stood up, and taking me by the hand, Jennifer led the way downstairs.

As soon as we walked into the kitchen, Erica said 'Oh that's brilliant! Gee Harry, I've got to admit that disguise would fool anyone. You really do look like a Farnworth girl.'

'He sure does' said Erica, 'That's really amazing. You'll have no problem looking like that Harry.'

Their enthusiastic praise gave me added courage for the task ahead, and I said 'Well let's get on with it then. Come on, I want to get this over with as soon as possible, even if I do make a convincing Farnworth girl like you say. I feel a right Charlie dressed in this lot!'

'Well it is supposed to be a forfeit isn't it?' grinned Fiona, 'All right then, let's go.'

We went to the front door, and for a moment I hesitated to step outside and expose myself to the world. 'Just a minute' I said, 'What if any of my mates see me? I'll never live it down!'

'Oh don't worry so much' said Jennifer, taking my arm and propelling me out through the door, 'They'd never recognise you in that lot. And besides, you've only got to walk to the car, so the quicker we move the sooner you'll be hidden inside.'

I could see the wisdom in that, so I almost ran down the path and out to where Fiona's car was parked. As soon as Fiona unlocked the door, I quickly dived onto the back seat and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. The girls got in, and looking over her shoulder, Fiona grinned and said 'All ready to go to school little girl?' I blushed crimson as she gave a chuckle and the car pulled away from the kerb.

It was only about a ten minute drive to Farnworth Girl's Grammar School, and when we arrived, Fiona drove the car down a road that ran down the side of the school grounds. The school was surrounded by a high red brick wall, and eventually we came to a small wrought iron gate through which I could see a playing field with the school buildings on the far side. This was obviously where I was to make my way into the school grounds.

Fiona stopped the car, and Jennifer got out of the car, pulling me out after her. She took me over to the gate, and pointed out a wooden sports pavilion about a hundred yards away. 'There you are' she said, 'That's your target. The girls are in class at the moment so there's no-one around. My old locker's number twenty, so all you have to do is get in there and take my manuscript, and get back to the car. Reckon it won't take more than two minutes.'

Emboldened by her confidence I said 'Right,' and with my heart pounding, I opened the gate and went through into the school grounds. I looked around and was relieved to see that there was no-one in sight, even though I had confidence in my disguise. I began to walk quickly over to the pavilion, and was relieved to reached the door and go inside.

It was a typical sports pavilion, with various items of equipment, a shower room, and at one end, a row of lockers. I went across to them, found number twenty, and opened the door.

Much to my surprise the locker was completely empty, and I checked the number on the door again to make sure it was the correct locker. It was number twenty all right, and while I stood there, wondering what to do, I jumped with shock as a strident girl's voice behind me said 'And just what do you think you're doing?'

I spun around, and there in the open doorway was a group of about half a dozen girls who shrieked with laughter when they saw me. Even worse, I immediately recognised the voice as that of Sally Carter, Fiona's younger sister, who I'd met on a couple of occasions when Jennifer and I had visited her house.

Sure enough, there was Sally with an enormous grin on her face as she chuckled and said 'Well I must say you do look sweet Harry. Why didn't you say you wanted to be a Farnworth girl? You could have come here instead of the boy's high school. I'm sure they could have arranged something.'

The girls burst out laughing and came into the pavilion, and a moment later I was surrounded. Several of the girls were particularly broad shouldered, and I suspected that they were members of the school rowing team, which meant that they would be strong enough to overpower me with ease if they chose to. I nervously awaited their next move.

'Now then' said Sally, 'The question is, what are we going to do with you Harry? Well don't worry, we've already got something absolutely delightful planed for you.' A horrible sinking feeling came over me as I said 'Planned? You mean all this was planned?'

'Of course' she laughed, 'Courtesy of your sister Jennifer. Remember how you humiliated her a couple of months ago when you made her walk home in public dressed as Shirley Temple?'

Now I was beginning to understand what this nightmare was all about. 'Yes' I admitted, 'I thought it was a bit of fun too good to miss.'

'Well she didn't quite see it that way, and ever since then she's been planning this little revenge. With the help of my sister and me of course.'

'You mean you're in on this as well?'

'Of course. I'm the one that organised things here at school. And boy, did you fall for it!'

'Fall for what?' I replied desperately, 'What are you going to do with me?'

'Ah' she giggled with a mischievous glint in her eye, 'Wouldn't you like to know. Well to start with, you're going to remain here until we finish classes at three thirty this afternoon.'

'Oh really?' I said defiantly, 'If you think I'm going to just stay here until you come back and carry out whatever my sister's got in mind, you've got another think coming!'

'I wouldn't be too sure about that if I were you' she grinned, and took a pair of handcuffs out of her blazer pocket that she dangled playfully in front of me. 'Recognise these?' she grinned, 'You should. Jennifer borrowed them from your bedroom and suggested that they might be useful in keeping you under control. And she was right.' Turning to the others she said 'All right girls, put him up against that post and put his hands behind it.'

Before I could make a move, two of the biggest girls grabbed my arms, and subduing me with two painful arm locks, they quickly stood me up against a pole supporting the roof and forced my hands together behind the post. Sally stepped behind me, and a moment later I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs close around my wrists with an ominous click. Once I was secured she moved back in front of me and smiled as she said 'There we are, that'll keep you under control all right. And I don't think we'll need the wig any more.'

She reached up and removed my wig and school hat, and with a broad grin said 'That's better. Jennifer only suggested the wig to begin with to fool you into risking it, but the wig makes you look a bit too much like a girl, which is the last thing she wants. Now with your shortish hair everybody can tell at a glance that you're a boy, which is important for Jennifer's plan.'

'What plan?' I replied, my heart sinking fast.

'Ah' she grinned knowingly, 'Well first of all you're going to stay here until 3.30 when we finish school. And by the way, you can try calling for help if you like because we're well away from the school buildings here, so no one can possibly hear you. Then after school we're taking you into town with the other girls on the bus. You can think about that while we're in class for the next two hours, and while you're standing there you can look at the sweet little schoolgirl in the mirror can't you?' I looked at the mirror and realised that I would be continually reminded of my humiliating appearance every time I looked at it.

With giggles and little waves of goodbye, the girls filed out of the pavilion, and Sally shut the door behind her, leaving me alone and helpless.

As soon as the sound of their voices faded away I jerked forward with frustration against the handcuffs, looked at myself in the mirror, and groaned at my humiliating reflection. For some reason I couldn't help frequently looking at myself with a sort of horrified fascination.

I stopped struggling as I realised that I wasn't going anywhere until Sally and the girls chose to release me. And even when they did, the prospect of what I would go through then was something I preferred not to think about.

The hours passed and I fell into a sort of doze until I was jerked back into full awareness as I heard the school bell ring signalling the end of the afternoon classes. My heart began to thump as I realised that the next stage of my humiliation was about to begin.

After a few moments the door opened and in came Sally, Fiona, and the other girls, about eight in all, and more than enough to keep me under control. I noticed that they were all wearing their school hats in preparation to going home through the streets.

'Still here like a good little girl?' grinned Sally, 'Well that must mean that you want to come into town with us on the bus doesn't it?' I didn't reply, but my heart sank as I realised that she really was going to carry out her threat to take me out in full public view in the middle of town. I gulped nervously.

'Just a minute' giggled one of the girls, taking a small digital camera out of her blazer pocket, 'I must have a record of this.'

'Good idea Fiona' laughed Sally, 'Take plenty of photos as we go along. I'm sure Jennifer will find a use for them.'

I'll bet she will I thought miserably, as Fiona began recording my moment of humiliation.

While I stood there helplessly, she took several photos of me. When she'd finished she grinned and as she put her camera back in her pocket said 'I reckon those could come in useful later for us as well as Jennifer. We could email them to some of his mates at school for instance. I'm sure his school magazine would just love to get hold of them.' I hated to think what she could do with them, and fervently hoped that none of my friends would ever get to see them.

'Well it's nearly time to take our little schoolgirl on her trip into the city' smiled Sally, except there's something else that Jennifer suggested.'

'What's that?' said Fiona.

'Hair ribbons of course' grinned Sally, 'She said he would look nicer if he was wearing hair ribbons like a proper little schoolgirl, so I brought these.' She reached into her blazer pocket and took out two lengths of white satin hair ribbon, together with a couple of hair elastics and two white plastic hair slides in the form of small bows. Oh no I thought to myself with increasing despair.

'What a lovely idea' chuckled Fiona, 'That should top it off nicely. Two pretty bows of hair ribbon. Perfect!'

'All right then girls' said Sally, unlocking my handcuffs and removing them, 'Just sit him down on that chair with his hands over the back, and someone keep his head still while I tie these ribbons.' The girls dragged me over to a chair, and a moment later I was sitting down on it unable to move an inch.

One of the girls stood behind me, put her arm around under my chin, and held my head in a vice-like grip before Sally started arranging my hair like that of a little girl. She began by combing my hair with a parting down the middle, and arranged it into two bunches held in position with a couple of elastic bands. Although my hair was reasonably short, it was still long enough to have hair ribbons tied in it. I squirmed and groaned with humiliation as Sally took one of the ribbons and carefully tied it tightly round the base of one of the bunches in a neat bow. Repeating the process with the other ribbon, she made sure the two bows were identical in size. Then she took the two white plastic hair slides, and sliding them into position next to the ribbons, she clicked them shut. 'There we are' she smiled, as she combed the front of my hair forward in a little fringe, 'That's how I used to have my hair done when I was a little girl. Well near enough, anyway. Now that just leaves one final touch.'

I wondered what other trick she had up her sleeve as she reached into her pocket and took a small tube out of her pocket. She showed it to Sally, who looked puzzled and said 'What on earth's that for?'

Sally began whispered in her ear, and Fiona broke into a wicked chuckle. 'Oh Sally' she giggled, 'That's positively diabolical. But it's a great idea.'

Fiona removed the cap from the tube, and said 'Now keep his head really still will you?' Once again an arm went round my neck to keep my head still while Fiona stood over me and I felt something touching first my hair ribbons and then the hair slides. That done she said 'That should do it. Just keep hold of him for a few minutes and then you can let him go.'

Wondering what on earth she was up to, I sat there without struggling until she said 'OK, you can let him go now, but be ready to grab him if he tries anything.' The girls released their hold on me and I cautiously stood up.

Sally looked at me, grinned broadly, and said 'I'll bet you were wondering what I was doing then. Well I'll tell you. I've just squirted a generous amount of superglue on the knots of the bows of your hair ribbons and hair slides.

That glue has now set, so there's no way you can take your hair ribbons or hair slides out, and the only way you're ever going to get them off is either with superglue solvent or cutting off those two bunches of hair to remove your ribbons and hair slides.'

My reaction was predictable. 'Noooo!' I yelled, and putting my hands on top of my head I gripped each bow with one of my hands and tugged at them as hard as I could. The result was predictable. 'Ouch!' I yelled, as the pain of my pulled hair shot across my head, and the girls fell about with laughter. I tried unclipping the hair slides, but they too remained closed and firmly attached to my hair.

After a moment I groaned with despair and gave up. I glared helplessly at Sally, who simply smiled broadly and said 'Now you really are stuck as a little schoolgirl. Literally' she added with a chuckle.' This brought another round of giggling from the girls while Sally looked at her watch and said 'All right, time to take our little girl into town. Where's her school hat?'

'Here' grinned Fiona, and produced my cream coloured straw girl's school panama hat. She handed it to Sally, who grinned at me and said 'Now then Lucy, It's compulsory for us to wear their school hats, so you're going to be no exception. At least until we're out of sight of the teachers. Now stand still please while I put it on. Unless you want me to do it the hard way?'

Knowing by now how easily the two biggest girls could control me, I placidly submitted to her suggestion, and I stood there blushing to the roots while she lowered the hat carefully onto my head, pulled it down firmly, and straightened it so that the wide brim was perfectly level. She stepped back to look at me, smiled, and said 'Oh yes, very nice. Now he really looks like one of us. All right, time to go.'

The moment of truth had come, and two of the tallest girls took me by each arm and marched me out through the door and into the open.

There were Farnworth girls everywhere streaming out of the school on their way home, and I was soon being hurried down the driveway along with them. As soon as they saw me they immediately realised I was a boy, and began laughing with glee. Now the teasing began.

'Look at the little junior girl! Isn't she cute?'

'Is your mummy going to meet you? I hope so because junior girls shouldn't be out on their own, especially the little ones.'

We went out through the main gate and into the street, and I noticed that several girls were being picked up by their parents, and when one of the waiting mothers saw me she burst out laughing and said 'What's that boy doing dressed up like that? I mean, he looks delightful, but why? Is it some kind of stunt?'

Sally quickly explained that it was Jennifer's revenge for the Shirley Temple incident, and at that the woman burst out laughing and said 'Oh that's brilliant. What a superbly appropriate punishment, and well deserved. He must be absolutely squirming dressed like that.'

'He is' chuckled Sally.

At that moment the woman's daughter came out of the school gate and came over to her mother with one of her friends. She looked at me, frowned for a moment, and then put her hand to her mouth as she pointed at me, and burst into squeals of laughter. 'It's a boy!' she shrieked, 'It's a boy, and he looks just like us!' This brought many glances in my direction, and peals of laughter rang through the crowd while I stood there blushing crimson with humiliation.

Sally and Fiona stood back and grinned at my embarrassment before Sally said 'Come on then, time to catch the bus.' With ripples of mirth still following me she led the way to a nearby bus stop where a couple of dozen Farnworth girls stood waiting. As soon as we joined them they began to giggle at me, and one said 'Whose the little new girl Sally?'

She explained the situation, and when she told them I was being taken into town the girl burst out laughing and said

'Dressed like that?' laughed the girl, 'What a fabulous way of dealing with him. Can I come too?'

'Of course you can Carole' replied Sally, 'The more the merrier.'

Just then the bus into town arrived, and I was bustled aboard by two of my well-built captors. I was sat down between Sally and Fiona, surrounded by numerous other girls, and unable to get away from them was forced to endure their endless taunts.

'I've got to hand it to you Sally' grinned one, 'This revenge of his sister is a stroke of genius. I mean look at him!' she laughed, 'I can't imagine anything more humiliating for any boy to wear.'

'Especially in public' sniggered another girl.

'And I just love his school hat' giggled another, 'It makes him look so sweet.'

'It does doesn't it?' smiled Sally, 'But if you think the hat looks sweet, how about this?' Before I could stop her she quickly removed my hat, and the girls burst out laughing. 'Oh that's brilliant!' giggled one, 'Hair ribbons! Doesn't he look sweet?'

'You mean she looks sweet' grinned Fiona.

During the next twenty minutes that the bus took to reach the town centre the girls teased me unmercifully, aware that I'd been making comments about them looking like little girls. I sat there blushing crimson with humiliation, unable to escape their attention.

We reached the town centre, and as the girls all took off their hated school hats, Sally put mine along with her own into her school bag so that everyone would continue to see my hair ribbons. I was then hauled off the bus and onto the pavement in a busy shopping precinct. I gulped at the thought of what might come next.

'OK' said Sally, 'Let's show off our schoolgirl shall we?' They began to walk with me at a leisurely pace through the pedestrian precinct in full view of everyone, and it wasn't long before I was attracting a wide range of giggles and teasing comments from nearly everyone who saw me. We walked at an agonisingly slow pace, and the comments came thick and fast while I continually blushed crimson with humiliation. Fiona kept taking out her camera and taking more photos of me, and I shuddered to think what she might do with them.

Suddenly I saw that we were approaching Carlo's coffee bar, and the girls gently but firmly guided me inside.

As soon as we were inside the coffee bar I tried to stop, but the girls pushed me further inside. Small wonder that I tried to stop. Sitting at one of the tables just in front of us were my sister with Erica and Fiona. Jennifer took one look at me and chuckled. 'Well well Harry, and how did you like being paraded through the town dressed as a cute little schoolgirl Harry? Embarrassing was it?'

'What do you think?' I retorted, 'I've never been so humiliated in my life!'

'Oh good' she grinned, 'Because now you know how I felt when you forced me to walk all the way home dressed as Shirley Temple. And walk home is exactly what you're going to do. On your own, just like I had to. The last bus has gone, so you'll have no choice.'

'But can't you give me a lift home?' I said desperately.

'Not likely!' she chuckled, 'Oh no dear brother, it's a nice long walk in public dressed as a sweet little schoolgirl for you. That'll teach you to try making a fool of me. Now sit down and have a milk shake or something.'

I sat down with my escort, and the waitress brought us our milkshakes. She looked at me and giggled as she realised I was a boy, and I blushed crimson.

Once we'd finished, we got up to leave and paid our bill. We went to the door and found that it had started raining, and the girls took folding umbrellas out of their bags. Jennifer and her friends had waterproof jackets with them, and looking at me, my sister grinned as she said 'I anticipated this rain, so I've got something suitable for you to wear.'

She reached into her bag, and drew out a raincoat that I instantly recognised as the one she wore when she was a little girl. She'd been big for her age, and I knew it would fit me. Oh no I thought, don't say I'm going to have to wear her mac home.

Jennifer shook the raincoat out and Sally and her friends giggled when they saw it. 'Oh yes' she grinned, 'Perfect for a little girl, isn't it?'

Unfortunately, it certainly was. It was a white translucent plastic mac of the type worn by most little girls. It had a row of press stud fasteners which ran up the front to the neck. The mac also had an attached hood square cut across the top, fitted with tie tapes to fasten it on under the chin. The mac also had a tie belt to go around the waist. The mac was instantly recognisable as being intended to be worn by girls, and I was going to have to wear it. Ugh.

'All right then my little schoolgirl sister' smiled Jennifer, holding the raincoat up for me to put on, 'Arms in.' I had little choice, and with a sigh of resignation I put my arms into the sleeves. She pulled the mac up onto my shoulders, fastened the press fasteners up the front to my neck, and then, passing the belt around my waist, she pulled it tight and tied it in anon-slip bow at the front. 'Now then' she grinned, we don't want to get those pretty hair ribbons wet do we? Up with your hood.' She pulled the hood up over my head and tied the tapes in a bow under my chin before tugging the hood well forward. I peered out from under the hood and blushed crimson as the girls burst out laughing.

'Oh doesn't he look sweet?' giggled Sally, 'Now he really does look like a little girl!'

'But not completely' grinned Jennifer, 'It's still obvious that he's a boy, which is the main thing. But what's so delightful is that people can still see that he's wearing a girl's school uniform and those cute hair ribbons under that mac. I must say the superglue was a brilliant idea. Quite Machiavellian in my opinion.' She was obviously proud of her fiendish way of keeping the hair ribbons firmly in place.

'All right then' she added 'Now that my little sister's ready for the rain, we may as well go for a little walk through the town. I want to see how he handles all the teasing.' I was unwillingly propelled out into the rain, and sure enough, the giggles and chuckles of passer-by gave Jennifer ample opportunity to see how well her plan to humiliate me as she had been was working.

After another hour or so, Jennifer decided that it was time for them to head for home, and we soon found ourselves next to Fiona's parked car. She got in and unlocked the doors, and the others got in, shutting the doors behind them and leaving me standing forlornly in the pouring rain. As a last plea for clemency I said 'Can't I come home in the car? You can't make me walk all the way home like this, you can't!'

'Why not?' said Jennifer through her partially open window with a broad grin, 'After all, that's exactly what you made me do isn't it? No dear brother, now it's your turn to be humiliated, so have a nice walk home won't you?' She gave me a little wave of farewell, and the girls burst out laughing as Fiona's car pulled away from the kerb, drove off, and was soon out of sight.

What could I do? There was no alternative, and with the rain beating down on the hood of my sister's mackintosh and running down onto my bare legs and feet, I set off on the long walk home through the teeming rain.

As I walked along I suddenly became acutely aware of several little girls dressed in plastic macs identical to what I was wearing, their pretty dresses and hair ribbons clearly visible through the translucent plastic. What made it worse was that as soon as they saw me they invariably shrieked with laughter as they realised that the schoolgirl walking past was actually a boy! I suppose I can hardly blame them.

I continued on my miserable and humiliating walk home, and my pace quickened as after a couple of hours I finally reached my house. I walked up to the front door, and gratefully rang the bell.

My mother opened the door, took one look at me, smiled, and said 'Well my goodness me, who's this little schoolgirl. Looks like I've gained a daughter' she laughed, and added 'All right Harry, you'd better come in. Go straight through to the kitchen.' I gratefully went inside and walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. Sitting there having a cup of tea were Jennifer, Fiona and Sally. They burst out laughing when they saw me, and Jennifer said 'Did you have a nice walk?'

'No I didn't' I retorted, 'It was awful! Everybody kept laughing at me, especially the little girls, they were the worst of all!'

'I'll bet they were' grinned Jennifer as she stood up and unfastened the hood of my mackintosh before pushing it back off my head. She untied the belt, unfastened the press fasteners down the front, and pulled the mac off me before giving it a shake. Then she hung it on the back of the door to dry.

'Well sit down Harry and tell me how you felt' said Mum, pouring me a cup of tea, 'I'm interested to see if Jennifer's way of letting the punishment fit the crime has been effective. I take it you found it an uncomfortable experience?'

'Was it ever!' I exclaimed, 'Humiliation? It's a horrible punishment. If any of my mates had seen me I'd have been history!'

'Well they might yet' grinned my sister, winking at Fiona. 'Why don't you tell him what we have in mind?' Fiona giggled, put her camera on the kitchen table, and said 'Well Harry, Jennifer's decided that it's time to put an end to all your silly tricks at her expense, so if you ever try anything to embarrass her again, these gorgeous photos of you as a sweet little schoolgirl will find their way to both your mates, and best of all, to the editor of your school magazine. I reckon they'd make a delightful centre spread! Let me show you.'

Making sure that I couldn't reach the camera and somehow grab hold of it, she turned it around so that I could see the screen. Then she set the camera to showing me a succession of photographs of me dressed as a Farnworth Girl's Grammar School girl. I blanched at the thought of what she might do with them, and realised that they had me over a barrel. When the picture show ended and she put her camera back in her pocket, I turned to Jennifer and said 'All right sis, you win. I call it blackmail, but OK, you win. Now can you get me out of this school uniform please?'

'Not yet young man' grinned Mum, 'I want to savour this moment, so you can spend the rest of the evening in Jennifer's school. I'll cut off those ribbons and undress you before you go to bed. Until then you can stay like that.'

And that was that. Fiona and Sally stayed for dinner and spent the evening with us, and as I sat on the sofa in the lounge watching television, Sally kept giving me a sidelong glance and giggling. She certainly got her full ration of amusement at my expense that day.

Eventually they left, and at long last I went up to my room, where Mum carefully cut away the humiliating hair ribbons and undressed me. I heaved a sigh of relief as I finally stepped out of the school knickers and gratefully put on my pyjamas. I cleaned my teeth and hopped into bed, and as I lay there, Mum said 'Well there you are Harry. Now you know what happens when you try putting one over on your sister. She's older and brighter than you are, and with those photos hanging over your head like the sword of Damocles I suggest you give up your tricks in future.'

And you know what? I did. Jennifer retained a set of the photos, and Sally even emailed me a set for my own records. I never showed them to any of my friends of course, but for years afterwards I sometimes used to look at them in private and smile. What a sister!

 

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