The Male Debutantes' Pageant

by Annabel Naismith

 

Chapter Fourteen

Saturday dawned. Alison was the first to wake. She was in a sleeping bag on one half of Sam's bed, while Sam continued to sleep under the quilt on the other half.

She looked at him. A week ago she would never have entertained the possibility of sharing a bed with Sam. She had thought of him as chubby and sullen, a boy who only liked the company of other boys. This week she looked at him through different eyes. He had started to relax in the role of Sally and was welcoming the attention that Alison and her friend Abigail had given him. He lived in a beautiful house with a really nice mum and his dad was an airline pilot. Alison's dad worked in a factory in Crawley and her home only had three small bedrooms. Sam's bedroom and walk-in closet was larger than all three bedrooms in her house. And Sam was a really talented musician. He could sing well and he was brilliant on the piano. It was a shame he was so shy.

He had definitely lost weight in the last week. He had quite nice features and lovely dark brown eyes. Eyes that would look really good with dark eye-shadow and eye-liner. He had lovely long eye-lashes as well. A girl could really do things with her eyes if she had eyes like Sam's. If Sam lost some more weight, he would be quite good-looking; he had a nice strong chin and symmetrical features.

Sam started to stir. He turned over, away from Alison. Then he turned back. He seemed to sense he was being watched. Sam opened one eye and saw Alison looking at him. She winked back at him and smiled.

"Hi, Sammy," she whispered. She put her arm round his shoulders and gave him a quick kiss. "Thanks for a lovely sleepover party. I really enjoyed last night."

"Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope mum let's me another one."

"I'm sure she will. Your house is much too nice not to have lots of parties."

"I don't want too many people though, because it'll get too messy. But having half a dozen friends who can sleep over is really good."

"When did you learn to play the piano so well?"

"I started lessons when I was six. I gave up taking lessons a couple of years ago because none of my friends were interested."

"Did you stop singing then as well?"

"Yeah, I was in a church choir, but my voice started to break, so I had to give up."

"But you're so talented. Why don't you do music at school?"

"Only girls or nerds seem to do music."

"Oh Sammy! That simply isn't true. I wish I had half your talent."

"Really?"

"Yes, of course. I'd really work at it and try and make a career in music."

"What teaching music? That doesn't pay very well."

"I was thinking of trying to make it in the music industry."

"You need to be really talented to that."

"But you are really talented. You just need to believe in yourself more. If you join the school choir, then I will. And I'm sure Mandy would too, especially if Amy and Abi joined. Will you do that, Sammy?"

"If you will, I will. I really do enjoy music."

Alison sat up to look around the room. Mandy and Amy lay on a double mattress in two individual sleeping bags. They were very close and Mandy had his arm over Amy; she had her back to him. Danni and Kirsty also had individual sleeping bags on a shared double mattress. They had undone the zips and had put the top of one sleeping bag over the other, so they could sleep really close to each other. That left Abigail on her own in a sleeping bag on a single mattress.

Sam stirred and sat up as well, close to Alison, so his arm was touching her arm.

"Today's Sally's big day, you know Sammy. How do you feel?" Alison continued to whisper, because she did not want to wake anyone.

"I'm really nervous, but I'm quite looking forward to it. I know Mandy and Danni have gone out dressed as girls already, but they're smaller than me and look much better. But the way you made me look yesterday convinced me that I can pass for a girl and I know you don't want me to look silly. Or get caught."

"You'll be fine Sammy."

Amy woke up. She realised that Mandy's arm was round her shoulder and turned round to kiss him. In doing so, she woke him up and they had a kiss and cuddle together.

"I wish I was in love like Mandy and Amy," sighed Sam.

"I think you will be sooner than you might think," whispered Alison enigmatically.

"What do you mean?"

"In the week that you've been Sally, you've become much more cheerful and out-going. You talk more to girls than you did. And when you've spoken to them, you're so much more fun than you used to be. And if you join the choir you'll meet lots more girls. Some of them will think you could be a pop-star. All girls want to fall in love with a pop-star."

"I'll never be a pop-star."

"Why not? You're very talented."

"I'm not skinny and good-looking."

"You've lost a lot of weight this week. Keep that up for six weeks and who knows."

There was a pause while Sam considered what Alison had said. Then he changed the subject.

"I won't mind if you say no, and please don't think I'm being funny but, when this pageant thing is over, would you go out with me?

"But that's weeks away."

"Oh. OK. I hope I didn't upset you."

"No, silly Sammy. I'm not upset. And I didn't say no. I said that the pageant is weeks away."

"So you will go out with me?"

"I might, but I would like a bit more time to get to know you while we hang around together with the gang. Is that OK?" Alison looked deeply into Sam's eyes. Sam looked into her eyes, but could only maintain eye contact for a few seconds. Alison gently took hold of his chin and lifted up and towards her.

"You don't have to say, Sammy. I can see that it isn't OK. You really do want out go out with me, don't you?" Sam nodded.

"OK, Sammy. Can we compromise? I won't promise I'll fall in love with you, but I'll spend lots of time with you and be friends with you and we'll see what happens. Is that better?"

Sam nodded and looked into Alison's grey-green eyes. Alison looked back at Sam. They leaned towards each other and kissed again.

"Steady on Ali." Abigail had woken up. Alison blushed, then recovered and hurled a pillow at Abigail. It missed, but Abigail was on the warpath. She armed herself with a pillow in each hand and launched a frenzied assault on the double bed where Sam and Alison were. Sam and Alison adopted a foetal position, cowering in each other's arms. Sam instinctively put an arm over Alison to protect her from the attack. They looked in each other's eyes and smiled, as Abigail's assault continued. At that moment Alison knew. She knew they would go out together.

"Come on Ali, let's get him. I bet he's ticklish."

Abigail threw herself on top of Sam and Alison, tore away Sam's duvet and launched an attack on Sam's armpits.

"I'm not ticklish," said Sam through teeth clenched with determination not to laugh. Resistance proved to be futile. Sam was reduced to a giggling jelly in a matter of seconds. Abigail was relentless.

"Help me Ali."

Alison sat up and attacked the fleshy part of Sam's thighs, just above the knees. Sam squealed and giggled and kicked and squirmed. He was having difficulty breathing.

It was not too long before Kirsty and Danni woke up and Mandy and Amy gave up on their nice romantic cuddle. All four found pillows and started thwacking Alison and Abigail.

Alison and Abigail curled up on the bed under the onslaught. After a few seconds, Kirsty and Danni started tickling Alison and Abigail and soon all seven teenagers were on the bed in free for all of tickling and pillow fighting.

After about two minutes they were all exhausted and lay there on top of each other gasping for air.

At the bottom of the pile Alison and Sam smiled at each other again as they breathed heavily under the mass of bodies.

"That was fun," said Alison.

"She wants more," said Abigail, trying unsuccessfully to free herself and attack her friend again.

"I'm shattered," said Kirsty. "I need to lie down for a rest."

"It was fun though," said Amy. "I don't think I've ever had a better fight."

"I thought you were a lover, not a fighter," said Abigail.

"And I've never been more in love with my cuddly honey bear." Amy turned to Mandy and gave him a hug.

"I think I'm going to be sick," said Abigail.

"Oh shit! Not in the bed," said Sam.

Abigail feigned vomiting in Sam's direction. He put an arm up to shield himself.

"Don't be horrible Abi," said Alison.

"Oh, I see. I'm the gooseberry now you lot have all paired off."

"You're still my best girl friend," said Alison, "and all I said to Sammy is that I'll be friends with him and see what happens. We're not going out – yet. But we might, if he's really nice to me and buys me lots of nice expensive presents. I love jewellery and expensive clothes."

"And Sally's got such a nice walk-in closet," added Abigail. "It's completely wasted on a boy. I think we should live here and Sam can go and live with our folks. You know I'm your favourite girl friend too Ali."

"This bed is so comfortable, it's wasted with only one person."

"We could share it, Ali. I could make love to you all night and fall asleep in your arms. It would heaven."

"You're so romantic, Abi. You've got such a smooth tongue."

"A honey tongue gives a girl a lot more pleasure."

"Kirsty! Don't be horrid!"

"Sorry Amy."

"How do you know I haven't got a honey tongue as well? Mandy had beginner's luck. I might do too."

Alison lifted the hem of her nightdress an inch or two and Abigail buried her head in Alison's groin. Her shoulder length brunette hair spilled out over Alison's lap and Alison started breathing heavily and calling out!

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh yes! Oh that's it! Oh shit! Yes!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes, come in mum," called Sam.

"Sammy, I was enjoying that," whispered Alison.

Abigail lifted her head up, so she was in a sitting position by the time Janet had opened the door.

"Goodness, I hope that bed can take all that weight. Did you all sleep OK?"

"Yes thank you Janet."

"Yes mum."

Janet appraised the situation. She was really happy to see Sam surrounded by friends, especially such a nice mix of boys and girls.

"Good. If you need the bathroom, two of you can use the one along the landing, two of you can use the one in my room and I think it would be best if Danni, Mandy and Sally went downstairs."

"You've got three bathrooms?" Alison was impressed. Her house only had one bathroom and she was constantly being interrupted by either her mother or ten year old little brother when she tried to relax in the bath.

After Mandy and Danni had their showers, Janet had a surprise for them.

"Come in the living room for a minute. I have an idea which will save you some embarrassment from those strap lines you got on your shoulders yesterday."

"What is it?" asked Mandy.

"You can glue your breast forms to your chests. That way you can wear a halter top and that will disguise the lines when you go out in the sun again. You're both going to be girls all this week aren't you?"

Danny and Mandy nodded.

"I need you to lie down on the sofa."

Danni went first. She opened her robe and unhooked her bra, handing the breast forms to Janet. Janet applied the glue and pressed the breast forms firmly in place, carefully pressing down the edges to ensure there was no visible join. Finally she added a little foundation make-up to ensure a perfect colour match. She repeated the procedure for Mandy. Meanwhile Danni jiggled up and down to see and feel the affect. Mandy repeated the test after Janet had finished with her. She looked across at Danni.

"Hey Danni, these feel OK. And they're much more realistic like this, aren't they?"

"Yeah. Let's surprise the girls."

"How?"

"Let's leave the bras off and flash our tits at them."

"I'm not that sort of girl! - OK then, I can't wait to see their faces."

Mandy and Danni carefully fastened their robes, wearing nothing but panties underneath. They waited until Sam had finished in the shower.

Janet laced Sam tightly into his corset. She was very pleased to note that Sam's waist was now down to just twenty nine and a half inches, a reduction of six and a half inches on the previous week. The weight Sam had lost was only from his waist; his hips and chest were still well fleshed and he filled the cups of the corset well. The way the corset lifted the flesh on Sam's chest gave the impression of a realistic cleavage without the need for any padding.

Sam came into the living room wearing a silk robe, the corset, and panties.

"Hi Sally," said Mandy. "Let's go and do our make-up."

"I can't do make-up," said Sally. "Don't you remember the mess I made last night?"

"Yeah, you were a sight," agreed Danni.

"We were all crap," said Mandy. "It is impossible without a mirror. We'll help and show you what you need to do. Or Ali will help. She's being very nice to you today."

"Yeah, I really like Ali."

"Do you think she will go out with you?"

"I really hope so. She's so nice. And she looks really nice too."

"You don't think it's anything to do with you having a huge house with three bathrooms?"

"Don't bitch Danni. Sally's a different person to the Sam who was here last week. I know what it's like. I'm totally different now I'm Mandy and Amy and me couldn't be happier. I really hope you and Ali do go out. She's a real laugh, but not as scary as Abi."

"Thanks Mandy."

They made their way upstairs to Sam's room. Alison and Kirsty were drying their hair.

"Hello girls," said Kirsty cheerfully.

"Hi Kirsty," said Sally in the style of Mickey Mouse.

"Can you do my hair in a minute?" asked Danni.

"Ask nicely and I might," said Kirsty. "And you'd better be a bit nicer about it than you were yesterday, or I will make you look like a demented parrot."

"Pretty please with sugar on it, will do my hair mummy, please."

"OK, but no rude comments."

"No mummy, thank you mummy."

Mandy was starting her make-up when Amy and Abigail came into bedroom. Danni nudged Mandy.

"It's time for our surprise, Mandy."

"OK." Mandy stood up next to Danni. "Right girls. Prepare to be amazed."

Danny and Mandy whipped open their robes to reveal their unsupported breasts, which they jiggled realistically.

The others gaped in amazement, then squealed delightedly and approached for a close examination.

"Wow, that's fantastic."

"How did you do that?"

"You'll be able to wear lots of different clothes," observed Amy.

"Or go topless," said Kirsty. "They're really good."

"Janet glued them on," explained Mandy. "She said it's special glue that will stay on for weeks."

"But what about school?" asked Sally.

Kirsty gave Danni's breast an experimental poke.

"Oi! I don't poke your boobs like that."

"Mine are real."

"That's not very nice," said Mandy, "she's very sensitive about her falsies."

Danni found a pillow and hit Mandy with it.

"You're very sensitive about yours too!"

Mandy found another pillow and started hitting Danni.

"Now then girls, calm down," said Abigail. "One of you will break a nail. Sally's got a point. What about school?"

"Janet said she's got some solvent or something that gets them off," answered Mandy.

"I hope it works," said Amy, with a giggle. "Or we'll have to find a way of tucking your willy out of the way, so you can wear a bikini."

"Yeah but she'd need to be waxed," said Abigail with an evil grin.

"Waxed?" asked Mandy.

"Yeah waxed," said Abigail. "You put wax strips on the hair on your bikini line and rip it out."

"That must be agony."

"It is, but it's worth it for the smoothness."

Eventually they were all ready to out. The plan was to go shopping in Crawley until lunchtime then go to the leisure park, where there was a cinema and a bowling alley.

Only the new girls wore skirts, Sally's was knee length and denim, Danni's was a red and mid-thigh and Mandy wore a lightweight white cotton skirt with small blue flowers. She also wore a slip because her skirt was see-through.

While they were waiting at the bus-stop, Abigail told Sally about the difficulties Mandy had encountered getting onto the bus the previous week.

"When Mandy got on the bus last week, she was wearing high heels and a little skirt. She lifted her leg so high that she flashed her panties at her bus driver. He kept staring at her in his mirror. Make sure you don't do that, Sally."

"How can I avoid doing that?"

"It'll be alright, Sally," said Alison. "You're wearing a longer skirt and lower shoes, so you'll be OK. The easiest way to avoid showing your panties is to go slightly sideways, so all the driver will see is the outside of your leg and not up your skirt."

The bus journey was uneventful and they soon reached Crawley. Sally and Danni both grew in confidence as it was quite obvious that everyone thought they were ordinary teenage girls spending a normal Saturday shopping in the mall. The girls toured the clothes shops and Sally and Danni both nervously tried on clothes in the changing rooms. Again their confidence grew as they were not discovered.

Amy found a pencil skirt and pointed it out to Mandy.

"Mandy, you really must try this on. I think you'll look really sexy in it."

Mandy looked at the skirt doubtfully as she held to her waist.

"It's very long. I normally wear shorter skirts than that."

"Try it, Mandy. Pencil skirts make you feel so girly and your shoes will go really well with it." Mandy was wearing black court shoes with a two and a half inch heel.

"OK. Have you got anything to try as well?"

Amy selected a couple of tops and joined Mandy in the queue for the changing room. When Mandy got the skirt on, she had great difficulty doing up the button because the waist was so tight.

"I think I need a bigger size, Amy," she said as Amy helped with the button.

"Oh no, it fits so well on your hips. Try walking."

Mandy tried to take a few steps and realised quickly that she could take steps of barely twelve inches. She found that swivelling her hips helped her to lengthen her step and the feeling was so deliciously girly and sexy. Her feelings became apparent and Amy gave the tell-tale bulge a friendly pat. The bulge subsided and Mandy's eyes watered. Mandy took a moment or two to recover her composure.

"Amy, I simply must have this skirt. I have just got to have it."

"I knew you'd like it. You look so sexy walking in it."

"It feels sexy. I feel like the sexiest girl in the world. I just wish the waist wasn't so tight."

"You'll have to get a waist-cincher corset."

"Where can I get one of those?"

"A specialist lingerie shop, probably. I'd love to lace you in one, really tightly."

"Won't that hurt?"

"Ask Sally. I've never worn a corset. I'd love to; I think they give a girl such sexy curves. But I wouldn't lace you in so tight that it hurts, just enough to make your skirt hang nicely. And you'll have to tuck your willy back. It's too sexy for you,"

"How can you do that?"

Amy though for a moment. "If we tie a ribbon round it, pull it back between your legs then we could tie the ribbon to the laces of the corset."

"OK. Let's do that. I just love this skirt. I can hardly bear to take it off."

"You'll have to, so you can pay for it."

Mandy reluctantly took the skirt off and they left the changing room to join the others.

"Mandy's bought this fantastic pencil skirt, but she needs a corset," said Amy. "Do any of you girls know where we can get one?"

"I do," said Danni. The girls looked at her with surprise.

"Jess made me get one last week. I don't want to go back there though."

"You'll be fine Danni," said Kirsty reassuringly. "You look just like a girl this week."

"Yeah," agreed Abigail. "You don't look anything like you did when we found you last week."

Danni led the way to the lingerie shop. Mandy chose a waist cinching corset. Amy could not resist trying on a full-length Edwardian style corset. The assistant took some measurements and helped her with the lacing.

"Can this help to reduce my waist?" asked Amy.

"Of course. Your waist is twenty three inches now. We can supply a corset that will take you down to twenty inches without a problem. You could take it further, down to eighteen or even sixteen inches, but I would not recommend that to start with."

"Sixteen. Wow!" said Amy. "That's tiny."

Like Mandy a few minutes earlier, Amy knew she simply had to have the corset. Amy and Mandy both bought their corsets. Both corsets had four detachable suspenders and both girls bought several pairs of stockings.

After completing their shopping, they made their way from the Mall, along the High Street to the new leisure complex, about half a mile away.

"What shall we do?" asked Kirsty. "Bowling or a film?"

"I vote for bowling," said Abigail.

"Me too," said Danni.

"I don't think I can," said Mandy. "Not with nail extensions."

"Oh, for goodness sake. Girls!" said Kirsty.

"It's not her fault," said Amy. "She's only trying hard to be really nice and girly. It would be awful if she broke a nail. We can go bowling next time we come, when the boys aren't wearing nail extensions."

A couple passing by heard Amy's comments about boys wearing nail extensions. They looked at the girls, but they did not realise that any of the girls were really boys.

"Amy," whispered Mandy, "you said boys wearing nail extensions."

"Did I?"

"Yes. We could have been found out."

"But you weren't."

"Yes, but be careful. Please."

"Sorry, it just slipped out."

They decided to go for hamburgers and then go watch a film afterwards.

The only potentially embarrassing incident occurred when Sally decided she needed the bathroom. Girls being girls, Abigail and Alison went as well.

When Sally entered the cubicle, Abigail and Alison stood chatting by the sinks. They heard a familiar bang, which was somehow oddly out of place. Shortly afterwards they heard the sound of running water. Then there was a baritone humming, which was abruptly replaced by alto humming. The sound of running water ceased, continued briefly and finally stopped.

Sally emerged. Alison and Abigail looked into the cubicle recently vacated by Sally.

"Girls normally leave the seat down," said Alison.

Sally reddened and went and put the seat down with another bang.

"Sally, it's a good thing there was only me and Abi here. You'd have been found out for certain."

Sally looked embarrassed. "Why? What did I do wrong?"

"Everything," said Abigail uncompromisingly. "We heard you lift the seat; you let it fall against the back with a bang. Ali's little brother always does that. Then you sang. OK you remembered the voice, but it was too late by then."

"No girl ever sings in the loo. We just never do it, do we Abi?"

"No. And the noise you made when you did your wee was all wrong. If you're sitting down, the stream doesn't land in the water."

"That's right. And then you left the seat up. Men always do that. Girls never do. I hoped you wiped yourself with a tissue?"

Sally looked embarrassed again.

"Oh dear," said Alison, shaking her head. "Never mind. It's too late now. Wash your hands and we'll check your make-up. You were just so lucky no-one else came in here."

They went and joined the others and then made their way to the multi-screen cinema.

The film they saw was a girly weepy film. Alison was really touched when Sally cried at the end. She hugged her arm and smiled reassuringly.

They caught the bus back to Nutstead in the early evening. Kirsty and Danni went back to Danni's house, Alison, Abigail and Sally went to their own homes and Mandy went back to spend the evening with Amy at her house.

Mandy laced Amy tightly in her new corset. It was white and she wore white stockings and a light summer dress with a tie waist over the corset.

"Mandy, I can hardly breathe, but I feel so sexy. I need my white sandals, with the three inch heel."

Mandy knelt and slipped the sandals on Amy's feet. Her feet and ankles were so feminine and sexy in the delicate stockings. She fastened the straps on the ankles and then Amy stood and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"Wow. I look really curvy. I've got such small hips, I always think I've got quite a boyish figure, but the corset makes my waist so small. It makes such a difference. Come on; let me lace you into yours. Then you can wear your nice new skirt and it will hang right."

Amy carefully slid the corset round Mandy's waist and started lacing it up. Mandy breathed in and tried to relax as Amy pulled the laces tight.

"I can't believe poor Sally has to go through this every day, Amy."

"I know. We have to suffer so much to be girls."

"Yeah, but it does make you feel so girly doesn't it, you know the suffering. All the eyebrow plucking and the time you spend doing your nails and hair and make-up. I remember how boring it was being a boy. You just jump in the shower, wash, jump out, quick towel dry and you're ready."

"You need to put some clothes on."

"Yeah. I remembered most of the time." Mandy grinned. "But when you're a girl, you have to shave your legs in the shower and wash and condition your hair. And when you finally get out of the shower, you have to dry and style your hair and do your make-up. And only then do you start to decide what to wear."

"Unless you're Danni."

"That's true. I don't know how she gets ready so quickly. She's amazing."

"There you go, Mandy. You look nice and slinky. How does it feel?"

"Tight, obviously, but I can breathe OK." Mandy tried to bend at the waist. "It makes you keep your back straight. How are you finding yours?"

"It's very restricting, but kind of comforting. A bit like you're in a protective shell. And I love the way it makes me look."

"It does make you look even sexier than ever."

"Thank you, Mandy. You say the sweetest things." Amy kissed Mandy.

"Now put your new stockings on, Mandy, before your new skirt."

Mandy opened the packet of seamed stockings and carefully rolled them up her smooth legs, then fastened the front suspenders. Amy stood behind her to ensure the seams stayed straight. Then Mandy fastened the back suspenders and put her slip back on. Next Mandy stepped into the black pencil skirt. She was delighted when the button was easy to do up. Finally, she stepped into the black court shoes she had worn when she went shopping.

"You need a silk blouse with that. You'll look like an office girl from the 1950s." Amy rummaged in her wardrobe and produced a red silk long-sleeved blouse. Mandy put the blouse on and looked at the effect.

"You need this as well." Amy handed Mandy a narrow black belt, which Mandy fastened just tightly enough to emphasise her narrow waist.

"Perfect," said Amy.

Mandy walked up and down, looking critically at the reflection.

"I do feel so sexy and girly. It's a wonderful feeling. I wonder what it would be like in really high heels."

Mandy was indeed feeling sexy. Amy noticed the tell-tale bulge.

"Mandy, your little man is getting carried away again. Slide your skirt up and I'll see if I can tie him out of the way."

Mandy slid the skirt up her legs. She loved the way her legs looked when the tight skirt was mini skirt length. Amy found a length of ribbon, pulled down Mandy's panties and carefully tied the ribbon round Mandy's penis, then she pulled the ribbon back between her legs and tied the ribbon to the bottom lace on the corset.

"How does that feel?"

"It's not very comfortable, but it's not too bad. It should make the little man behave though. I know, why don't you kiss me and we'll see if he can escape."

"Come here, lover." Amy grabbed Mandy and kissed her sensually. Her tongue explored Mandy's mouth and her hands fondled Mandy's buttocks and breasts. The little man stiffened but the ribbon became tighter and he could not escape.

"How was he?" Amy looked down to see if there was a noticeable bulge.

"Fine, the ribbon worked well. I wonder if there is something we can get that works better, like special underpants. I can't very well go round all the time with a ribbon tied to my willy."

"We could try looking on the internet or something."

"Yeah." Mandy walked up and down the room, and then she walked on tip-toe.

"I definitely do need higher heels, Amy. If I had four or five inch heels, then that would really finish off the look and really make me feel sexy."

"You're right, but I haven't got any black high heels your size."

"That's OK, I do. I'll just pop home and get them. It'll only take a minute."

Mandy left the house and walked rapidly down the garden path. How she loved the way the skirt made her walk. And the stockings pulling gently on the suspenders with every step. And the ribbon tying her penis back. It was all so sexy.

She had gone just thirty yards along the lane to her house when a hand grabbed her roughly and covered her mouth, preventing her crying for help.

"Sissy Mandy, well, well," said Jess. "At last I've caught up with you. You've been avoiding me and my nice friends. We don't like that, do we?"

"No," agreed Lucy.

"Not one bit," added Gemma. "It makes us very cross."

"And there's another thing that makes me sad," said Jess. "Shall I tell you what that is?" Mandy said nothing. She knew she was at the mercy of Jess and her friends. "It's a boy who falls in love with a lesbian. And I think it's kind of sweet that you want to please her so much you turn yourself into a girl so she'll like you. But you need help. You need a little push to make you take that last little step, so you can be a truly happy couple. I suppose I'm just a bit romantic, really. Do you think we should help her take that step girls?"

"Definitely," said Lucy.

"It'll make them both so happy," added Gemma.

"Hold her, girls."

Gemma and Lucy tightened their grip on Mandy and Gemma kept her hand over Mandy's mouth to prevent her crying for help. Jess hit Mandy in the groin. It was only after she had hit her twice that Gemma saw the white of Mandy's slip and realised that Mandy's skirt had been cut cleanly.

Jess was using a knife.

"Fuck! Jess you'll kill her you fucking idiot." Gemma pushed Jess away.

"Lucy, call Amy and tell her what's happened." Gemma looked at the wounds to Mandy's groin. Blood was already soaking her slip and skirt and Mandy was lying on the pavement paralysed with shock and fear. She genuinely feared for her life.

Lucy was trying to find Amy's number.

"I don't think I've got her number."

"Well go and knock on the door then."

"What'll I say?"

"Tell Amy that Mandy has been stabbed by a fucking maniac and we've saved her life."

Lucy went off to Amy's house. Jess surveyed the scene of Gemma trying to administer first aid to her victim and felt pleased with herself. She calmly walked away with the feeling of quiet satisfaction, the feeling of having accomplished a task she had set herself.

Amy ran to the scene. She had her mobile phone in her hand and was calling for an ambulance. Gemma meanwhile had torn Mandy's slip to make a dressing for her wounds.

"Hello, there's been a stabbing. We need an ambulance." Amy gave the address for the ambulance to go to. The operator said that the police would be called as well and would be there in a few minutes.

"Mandy," said Amy through her tears, "I love you. Who did this to you?"

"Jess," whispered Mandy. "Call my mum."

"Of course." Amy quickly found the speed dial for Mandy's home and explained what had happened.

Lucy was hovering in the background desperately afraid that she would be in trouble but not wanting to walk home without her friend Gemma.

It was less than a minute before Mandy's parents, Jane and Deirdre, and sister Karen were on the scene.

The police arrived within five minutes and checked on Mandy's condition before they took statements from Lucy, Gemma and Amy. Gemma's first aid skills had stemmed the flow of blood and Mandy was not going to die from loss of blood before the ambulance arrived.

While the police were taking statements, the ambulance arrived and the paramedics put Mandy on a stretcher and took her to hospital in Haywards Heath.

Deirdre and Amy went with Mandy in the ambulance, while Jane and Karen went back to the house to get some things Mandy would need in hospital and then followed by car to the hospital.

The police arrested Lucy and Gemma as accessories to the crime of wounding with intent to endanger life. They found Jess walking home and arrested her as well.

They also found the blood stained knife wrapped in a tissue in her bag.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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