Revenge is Sweet

by Jennifer

 

CHAPTER 1

 

14 year old Mike Chapman was in a black mood, which was hardly surprising. He'd done badly in his end of year exams, and because he'd fallen so far behind with his studies his parents had decided to send him back to his boarding school for a month of extra tuition during the summer holidays to catch up. Cranleigh Boy's Grammar School recommended remedial holiday courses for those that fell behind during the year, which meant that four weeks of unrelenting study lay ahead of him. He certainly wasn't looking forward to it, and as the train taking him from London to Cranleigh sped through the countryside, he looked out of the window with a bad tempered scowl on his face.

At the first station the train stopped at, a group of schoolgirls about his age got onto the train, and walking down the corridor, came to the compartment that up until then, Mike had had to himself. He looked up and groaned as they opened the door of the compartment and piled in, filling up all the other seats.

Oh no he thought, that's all I need, a bunch of silly chattering girls. He was half tempted to find another compartment but couldn't be bothered to move, so he continued staring out of the window and tried to disdainfully ignore them. He recognised a couple of them by their faces, which wasn't really surprising. Their school uniform of maroon candy striped summer dresses and blazers told him that they attended Cranleigh Girl's Grammar School, which lay only a few hundred yards from his own. From their conversation he soon realised that they were in the same boat as he was, and they too were being sent back to school for extra holiday tuition.

Although he tried to ignore them, Mike gradually found the girl's conversation irritating him more and more. Younger teenage boys often tend to regard girls as fairly silly, and their occasional bursts of shrill laughter and giggling started to get on his nerves. With the already dark mood he was in, it didn't take too long for him to develop a strong antipathy to them, and he started to feel an extreme urge to tell them to shut up.

After half an hour or so Mike needed to go to the toilet, and as he walked out of the compartment and into the corridor, two of the girls followed him with the same idea. He reached the toilet door just ahead of them, went in, and locked the door behind him. He sat down on the toilet, and due to a bout of slight constipation, he sat there rather longer than usual. He was barely finished when there was an impatient knock on the door.

'Hurry up in there will you?' said an impatient female voice, 'I'm dying to go!'

'We shouldn't have drunk all that lemonade Fiona' came another voice, 'I can't hang on much longer myself.'

Mike grinned to himself. Suddenly, here was a chance to have some fun at the girl's expense, so after refastening his trousers he deliberately stood there looking out of the small toilet window chuckling to himself as the girl's pleas grew more and more desperate.

On the other side of the door a small drama was unfolding. Fiona Sewell crossed her legs and began to writhe with discomfort as the pressure inside her bladder rose inexorably. Jennifer Campbell wasn't faring much better, and said through clenched teeth 'If he doesn't come out of there soon I'm going to break down the door.'

'If only' groaned Fiona, 'Honestly Jenny, I really don't think I can hang on much longer.'

'Just a minute' replied Jennifer, 'Let's try the next carriage.'

They went to the door leading to the adjoining carriage, and Jennifer tried the handle. 'Damn' she muttered, 'It's locked. Looks like we have no choice but to wait for that idiot to come out.'

Returning to the toilet door they knocked again and Fiona said 'For crying out loud mate, how much longer are you going to be? Hurry up!'

Inside, Mike chuckled quietly to himself as he waited for the inevitable to happen, and sure enough it did. Fiona could hang on no longer, and she gave a little wail as a warm wet stream ran down her leg and onto the floor, forming a small puddle.

'Oh no' she moaned, looking down, 'I've wet myself! I'm going to kill that bloke when he comes out.'

'You and me both!' retorted Jennifer.

Overhearing their conversation, Mike realised what had happened, and delighted with the result of his cruel prank, he immediately opened the toilet door and came out. Desperate not to suffer Fiona's misfortune, Jennifer lunged past him into the toilet and slammed the door behind her, while Mike looked down at the floor. 'Oh dear me' he said with mock concern, 'Looks like baby's wet herself! I reckon you should be back in nappies little girl.'

Fiona's impulse was to hit him, but she was too upset to compose herself, and just glared at him instead.

'You lousy so and so!' she hissed, 'You did that on purpose didn't you? You knew I was desperate and you deliberately kept me waiting. Now see what you've done!'

'Me?' said Mike, wide eyed and innocent, 'Me? Come off it, I didn't do anything. You're the one that's wet her knickers like a baby.'

He couldn't resist a chuckle of amusement, and with a triumphant grin, he turned his back on Fiona and walked back to their railway compartment. He knew that she and Jennifer would probably seek retribution of the physical kind as soon as they returned, and with half a dozen of their friends to help them, he decided that discretion was the better part of valour. He'd had his fun, so he took down his case from the luggage rack and went to another compartment nearly full of boys from his own school, which made him feel much more secure. Sure enough, a few moments later Jennifer and Fiona returned to the compartment, and weren't really surprised to find that Mike had beaten a hasty retreat.

But as the saying goes, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and as soon as the two girls explained to the others what had happened, one of them said 'So what are you going to do about it? You're not going to just let him get away with it are you?'

'You bet I'm not!' exclaimed Fiona vehemently, 'As long as you lot can help me. I'll teach that son of a bitch to humiliate me like that. He even called me a baby and said I should still be in nappies! No of course he's not going to get away with it. I'm going to get my own back, but how? Anybody got any ideas?'

There was a thoughtful silence for a few minutes, until Jennifer suddenly grinned and said Yes, I've got an idea if you're all game to try it. Now let's get this right Fiona, he actually said you should still be in nappies? And called you a baby?'

'Yes he ruddy well did!' said Fiona with understandable feeling..

Jennifer gave a grunt of satisfaction and said 'Mmm, I thought so. Cheeky little bugger isn't he? All right then, in that case girls, I suggest we take him at his word. He called Fiona a baby and said that she should still be in nappies, so let that be his punishment. We'll put him into nappies, and for good measure, let's dress him as a baby girl as well. I'd love to see him in a baby frock.' A roar of laughter went up around the compartment as the girls visualised the delicious image of Mike dressed up as a baby girl and being teased mercilessly by them.

'Lovely idea Jennifer' said Fiona wistfully, 'But you can't be serious. I mean, it's a gorgeous idea and all that, but there are just a few problems. For instance, how could we actually bring the whole thing about? To start with, where on earth would we find a baby frock to fit him, and even if we could find one, how could we possibly get him into a cute little baby frock? Even if we had access to him (which we don't), he's not exactly going to volunteer is he? I don't see how it would be possible.'

The deflated expressions on the other girl's faces made their disappointment obvious, until suddenly Fiona's face lit up with a grin and she said 'Hang on a minute, I've just been thinking. Look, I'm not going to let this go. I wet my knickers thanks to that little sod, and I'm not going to let him get away with it.' She paused, and looked at her friends as if for approval. She certainly had it, because it was apparent on every face. Encouraged, she continued. 'Look at it this way' she said, 'We know he's going to be up the road at the boy's school for the next four weeks, so that gives us a month to get things ready. For goodness' sake, if we can't make up a few baby clothes to fit him in the next month there's something wrong with us. We've got the sewing room and the craft room at school, and that's everything we need to get everything together. Oh yes' she chuckled, 'This is going to be good. Now this is what we'll do, and this is how we'll get him all dressed up as a sweet little baby girl. Oh yes, this is going to be fun' she added with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

If Mike had been a fly on the wall he would have shivered with apprehension had he known what Fiona was planning for him by way of retribution. But a month was to pass before he would find out, much to his discomfort.

 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

It was a long four weeks for Mike. Four weeks of unrelenting concentration on his weaker academic aspects. Geometric proofs. Ugh. Conjugating verbs. Ugh. Chemistry formulas. Ugh. All the parts of the curriculum that required learning by rote, and Mike hated it at first. But he wasn't stupid, he was lazy, and after being taken in hand he actually began to take pride in the fact that he was mastering all the knowledge he'd need to make a really good go of the next term. He was doing quite well.

Meanwhile, a few hundred yards down the road at the girl's grammar school, Fiona, Jennifer and their classmates were doing much the same thing, except that those two girls were spending most of their spare time in the craft and sewing room preparing the items they'd need for young master Chapman's come uppance. Totally unsuspecting, he was going to be like a lamb to the slaughter. With the help of the other girls they gradually assembled all the items they would require to make Mike regret his moment of brief and unwise triumph.

It being holiday time, both schools were more lax than normal with regard to students going out for walks after school and at weekend afternoons, and as long as they went out in twos or threes this was regarded as acceptable. So it isn't surprising that one afternoon, Mike and his mate Richard were walking across Cranleigh Common when they met up with Fiona and three of her friends. She recognised him from a hundred yards away, and with her plan of retribution well in hand, she smiled to herself as he unsuspectingly drew nearer. The girls' and boys' paths intersected, and Fiona's tingled with anticipation as the five of them came together.

'Well well' grinned Mike, 'If it isn't the baby girl I met on the train. Wet your knickers lately, or have you got your nappy and baby pants on now?'

If he expected her to be embarrassed he was to be disappointed. Fiona simply smiled sweetly and said 'No I haven't. We don't have rude boys who lock us out of the toilet at our school. When did you last wet yourself?

'Me? When I last wore nappies of course. But unlike you, I was only about two years old. Somehow I don't think it will ever happen to me again.'

'I wouldn't be too sure about that if I were you' chuckled Fiona with a wicked glint in her eye, 'Life is full of surprises you know. Oh well, see you around.' And with that, she and her friends continued with their walk. As soon as they were out of earshot of the boys she turned to her friends, grinned, and said 'Boy, is he in for a surprise! We've just about got everything ready by now. I can't wait to see his face when we go home next Saturday.'

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 3

 

After breakfast the following Saturday morning, the boys and girls packed their cases and prepared to catch the bus to Cranleigh station. It was essential to the girl's plan that they should be there to catch the only morning train to London at the same time as Mike, so to make sure, they caught an earlier bus. They were the first to reach the station, and while they waited for the others to arrive, they went over their plan once more to be sure that everyone knew what they must do. Everything hinged on each of them standing in just the right position on the platform, and surrounding Mike so as to isolate him.

When the next bus arrived at the station, they saw Mike come onto the station platform and position himself down at one end, close to the edge of the platform. Fiona smiled with anticipation as she realised that he was unwittingly falling perfectly into her devious plan. He wasn't particularly close to any of the other boys, but even if he'd been in conversation with anyone else, the girls planned to decoy them away from him so as to isolate him.

Without Mike realising it, the girls gradually surrounded him, and when the train arrived, everyone surged forward and climbed in. Mike opened one of the doors and leaped in first, putting his case up on the luggage rack and grabbing a window seat. Fiona, Jennifer and their friends quickly followed him, and he was soon in the same situation as he'd been in on the way there a month before. I other words, he was alone in the compartment surrounded by a dozen girls. Fiona suddenly noticed that the train didn't have a corridor, and could hardly believe her luck, as this meant that they would be able to go to work on Mike undisturbed. The last girl in slammed the door shut behind her, and the train set off. It was time for action.

Mike had been looking out of the window for a few minutes when he suddenly had the feeling that he was being watched. He heard giggling, and turning round to face into the carriage he found himself being stared at by a dozen grinning female faces. He recognised them at once, and suddenly an uneasy feeling came over him.

'Well well' smiled Fiona wickedly, 'If it isn't the nasty little boy who made me wet my knickers. What a coincidence.' Mike said nothing, and Fiona went on. 'Now what was it you said before? That I was a baby and ought to be in nappies? And the other day you said you hadn't worn them since you were two years old, and you wouldn't be wearing them again. I told you not to be so sure, because now it's time for you to pay for what you did to me, and we've come up with the perfect punishment to fit the crime.' Suddenly she stood up and yelled 'Grab him girls!'

'Nooooooo!' yelled Mike, as eight girls pounced on him and held him down lying face up along one of the seats that ran across the width of the compartment. Meanwhile, Fiona took down a large carrier bag from the luggage rack. 'OK' she grinned, 'Off with his clothes.'

Held down by so many strong hands, Mike didn't stand a chance, and as the girls unfastened his clothes and stripped them off him one by one, Fiona took the contents out of her bag and laid them out on the seat opposite. She picked up a large terry towelling nappy and folded it into the familiar kite shape. Then grinning broadly she said 'Right then, botty up.' The girls lifted the squirming and struggling Mike up off the seat slightly, and Fiona slid the nappy under his bottom. Then the girls lowered him down onto it, and she brought the points of the nappy up between his legs and around his hips before pinning them together at the front with four large pink nappy pins. Then she picked up a large pair of translucent plastic baby pants, and while the girls held onto Mike tightly, she slid them on over his ankles and pulled them up his legs until they covered the nappy. She tucked the elasticated waist and leg openings in under the edges of the nappy, grinned, and said 'There we are. Nice and waterproof, just like a real baby. Now for her baby frock.'

Mike looked on in horror as she picked up a large baby frock and held it up for him to see. 'Here you are little girl' grinned Fiona, 'I made this gorgeous little baby frock in just your size especially for you. Pretty isn't it?' It certainly was. The dress was made of white satin, and had a peter pan collar, short puffed sleeves, and pink and blue smocking across the front of the bodice. A row of buttons ran down the back, and the dress was fitted with a broad pink sash belt to be tied in a bow at the back. It was pretty all right, and would have looked delightful on any baby girl. But it wasn't intended for a little girl, it was to be worn by Mike, and he recoiled with horror at the prospect of being forced to wear it.

'OK girls' said Fiona, 'Sit him up and let's get him into it.' Strong hands forced Mike into a sitting position, and his hands and head were thrust into the baby frock. Fiona quickly pulled the dress down around him, and said 'Now lay him down on his tummy while I do it up.' The girls stretched Mike out face down, and Fiona fastened the row of buttons up the back and secured a hook and eye at the top. Then she tied the sash belt in a non-slip double bow at the back of his waist.

'There we are' smiled Fiona, 'Now sit him up again while I put his shoes and socks on.' Mike was brought up into a sitting position, and Fiona took a pair of white cotton ankle socks and pulled them onto his feet before turning them down neatly. Then she picked up a white leather shoe, slid it onto his foot, and fastened it securely. She followed suit with the other shoe, and Mike groaned to himself as he looked at his feet. The shoes couldn't have been more suitable. They were T bar mary jane style strap shoes, and the white leather was decorated with pink flowers. They were perfect for a sweet little baby girl, and Mike blushed crimson with humiliation.

But Fiona was nowhere near finished yet. 'Right' she said, 'Now to make sure he can't unfasten anything. Give me a hand will you please Jennifer?' She picked up a soft leather fingerless mitten and held it up while Jennifer removed the cap from a tube, and holding it over the mitten's opening, squeezed a generous amount of a clear viscous liquid into it.

'Hold out his hand' said Fiona. The girls thrust out Mike's right hand, and Fiona slid the close fitting mitten onto his hand and then tightened a ribbon sewn into the wrist. She wound it around his wrist several times, and then tied it in a knot. Then she repeated the process with his other hand so that by then, his enclosed hands were securely imprisoned in the close fitting mittens. Mike felt some kind of sticky wetness coating his hands for a moment, but couldn't think why.

'And now let's make them look pretty' grinned Fiona. She picked up two pink satin mittens, and slipping them on over the leather mittens, she tied them on in the same way. 'Oh yes, they do look sweet don't they?' chuckled Fiona, and reaching into her carrier bag, took out a bundle of white leather straps. For a moment Mike was puzzled as to what they might be, but as she began to arrange them he realised what they were, and his heart began to sink. His worst fears were realised as she held them up for him to see and said 'Aren't they cute? Jennifer made these in just your size, so they should fit you nicely.'

Mike gulped as he looked at the leather straps with a sort of horrified fascination as he realised that they were a set of traditional style white leather baby reins. Across the front chest plate were three little bells that jingled every time Fiona shook them, and the chest plate was decorated with a picture of a teddy bear and a child's play brick with the letters ABC on it.

Jennifer couldn't suppress a giggle as Fiona arranged the straps of the baby reins and said, 'Right girls, let's get him into them.' Willing hands thrust Mike's arms in through the straps, and threading the straps through the buckles, Fiona fastened and adjusted them until the baby reins held Mike securely in their unyielding grip. She put her hand into her pocket and took out three small padlocks, slipped one into each of the lockable buckles, and clicked them shut with an air of finality. Mike suddenly realised that she'd now locked him into the baby reins, and without the key to the padlocks there was no way in which he could possibly take them off, and consequently, his cute little baby frock under it either.

'Nearly there' grinned Fiona, 'Now let's get his hands out of mischief.'

Two short wrist straps were sewn onto the side of the chest strap just below Mike's armpits, and despite his best efforts at resistance, the girls forced his hands up by his sides while Fiona fastened the straps securely around his wrists. Then she took two more padlocks and locked the buckles shut. Mike's hands were now totally useless, and he realised that there was to be no escape from his humiliating outfit.

'That's it' grinned Fiona, 'Now let him go for a minute.' Mike stood up and gyrated wildly for a few seconds, heaving and squirming in the baby reins as he desperately tried to wriggle out of them, but he achieved nothing, and soon, panting from his exertions, he sat down in miserable defeat before the girls took a firm grip of his arms and held him down again.

'Oh yes, you look very sweet' giggled Fiona with a grin, 'Now let me see, what else is there? Oh yes, baby girls always have ribbons in their hair don't they? It makes them look so sweet, so let's do the same for you.' She reached into her bag again, took out some pink satin hair ribbon and a pair of scissors, and carefully cut two equal lengths.

'Hold his head still' she said, and one particularly strong girl sat behind Mike and crooked her arm around his neck in a strong grip to hold his head still. Fiona carefully combed Mike's hair with a parting down the middle, and then arranged it into two bunches with a couple of elastic bands. Then taking one of the ribbons, she carefully tied it tightly round the base of one of the bunches, and arranged it in a neat non-slip bow. Repeating the process with the other ribbon, she made sure they were identical in size. Then she took two white plastic hair slides, and sliding them into position next to the ribbons, clicked them shut. 'There we are' she smiled, as she combed the front of his hair forward in a little fringe, 'That looks lovely. What a pretty little girl he makes. I think we're nearly done.'

'Except for this' chuckled Jennifer, and reaching into the bag, she took out a large broad brimmed white satin bonnet from which hung two long wide ribbons for tying it on. To a chorus of giggles from the other girls she held it up for Mike to see. He jerked in the girl's strong grip in miserable anticipation at the prospect of wearing something so humiliating, but knew that he could do nothing to stop them putting it on. But Fiona and Jennifer had thought up a way to make his situation even more frustrating, if such a thing were possible.

Jennifer handed the bonnet to Fiona, who looked at her, giggled, and said 'The bonnet as well as the mittens do you think?'

'Definitely' chuckled Jennifer. She removed the cap from the tube of clear viscous liquid that she'd squeezed into the mittens, and while Fiona held the bonnet carefully, Jennifer ran the tube around the inner edge of the bonnet, squeezing out the liquid as she went. That done, she put the cap back on the tube while Fiona held the bonnet up over Mike's head. She brought it down carefully around his head, and pressed it on firmly around his face. Then she tied the two ribbons in a non-slip bow under his chin. For a moment, Mike felt a momentary wetness around his chin, cheeks and forehead where the bonnet pressed against his skin, but it soon passed. Jennifer bent down and squeezed a generous amount of liquid into the bow under his chin, and then stepped back with a satisfied grin on her face. 'And I'll do the bow of the baby frock as well' she added as an afterthought. She reached down behind Mike's waist and squeezed a generous amount from the tube into and on the knot of the bow of the baby frock.

The girls burst out laughing at the big baby girl that now sat haplessly in front of them, and Fiona looked at her watch. 'Perfect timing' she said, 'Another twenty minutes to go, so I think it's time to shut baby up. After all, babies can't talk can they?' She reached into her bag and took out what appeared to be a baby's dummy. But this was no ordinary dummy, it was several times bigger than normal. With a grin, she looked at Jennifer and nodded. She held it steady while Jennifer squeezed more of the clear liquid all over the inner surface of the large oval mouth cover.

Realising that the dummy was intended for him, Mike immediately clamped his mouth shut.

'Oh dear' said Fiona with mock concern, 'Doesn't baby want her dummy? That's silly, babies just love their dummies, don't they? Get his mouth open girls.'

One girl held Mike's nose shut while two more forced his mouth open, and as he did so, Fiona quickly pushed the large silicon rubber bulb of the dummy into his mouth. As soon as it was in place, the girls held his jaws closed again while Fiona pressed the dummy plate firmly against his lips and around his mouth. While she held it there she chuckled, and looking at Mike said 'It's a big dummy isn't it? We ordered it by mail order especially. This'll keep you quiet, and you'll look so cute with this in your mouth as well.'

After a couple of minutes she said 'That should be long enough. All right girls, let him go now.' She took her hand away from Mike's mouth and the girls released him.

Free at last, Mike leaped up, and started to squirm and wriggle in his restraints. He bent down against the edge of the seat and tried to push the humiliating bonnet back off his head. It wouldn't move, and he then tried to spit out the dummy. He soon found that it wouldn't budge either, and with the bulb filling his mouth and holding down his tongue he tried to yell out in protest. But the only sound he could make was a muffled babyish 'Mmmmmp! Mmmmmmf! Nmmmmmmn!'

'What was that?' chuckled Fiona, 'Sorry little girl, we don't understand baby talk.' Shrieks of laughter went around the carriage, and Mike sat down again, totally at a loss what to do. The laughter gradually subsided into intermittent giggling as the girls enjoyed teasing their hapless victim.

Eventually, Fiona folded her arms, and looking triumphantly down at Mike said 'So there we are. This is your punishment for causing me to wet my knickers and saying I should be in nappies. Well mate, by your own words you're finding out for yourself what it's like, but now there's much worse to come. You see, that stuff that Jennifer put in your mittens, on the knot of the bow of your pretty little frock, around the edge of your bonnet, and inside your dummy is superglue! Yes, that's right, superglue. That means that without the right solvent there's no way that either you or anyone else can get your hands out of your mittens, take off your baby frock, get that sweet baby bonnet off your head, or best of all, take that dummy out of your mouth. And you're locked into those cute little baby reins. You're now stuck dressed as a cute little baby girl, and that's the way you're going to remain for quite a while.'

'Now' she continued with a grin, 'We'll be stopping at Stoughton in a few minutes, where we're going to put you off the train. The lovely thing is that there's only one morning and one afternoon train a day that stops there, so you're going to have a nice 4 hour wait on the platform dressed as a sweet little baby girl. And don't worry, you won't be able to hide yourself away, we'll see to that.'

Mike couldn't believe that they really would do it. Up until now he'd assumed that this was just a bit of harmless fun on the part of the girls to teach him a lesson, and had expected that they'd soon let him go so that he'd be able to get dressed again to continue his journey home. But as the saying goes, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and he was now learning the meaning of that with a vengeance. He tugged with frustration at his wrists strapped securely to the sides of his baby reins and tried to wiggle his fingers, but they were far too securely glued inside his tight fitting mittens to be of any use to him. He sat there in abject misery as they approached Stoughton station.

'OK girls, now we've got to be quick' said Fiona to the others, 'The train only stops here for a few minutes while they couple the other half of the train on, and they usually give people five minutes to use the station toilet as well, because these carriages don't have one.' She appeared to have planned everything to perfection.

As the train drew into the station, the girls took a firm hold of the helpless Mike, and as soon as it stopped they opened the carriage door, and pulled Mike out onto the platform. They dragged him across to a bench seat, where they sat him down. Fiona wound the leading strap of his baby reins around the back of the seat behind him, and then clipped the front ends securely onto the D rings of his reins. Then the girls stepped back. Mike tried to leap up, but was instantly jerked back by the strap that now attached him firmly to the seat in a sitting position.

'Bye bye little girl' laughed Fiona scornfully, 'Don't talk to any strangers will you? We'll put your clothes in your case and hand it in at the station when we get to London, so you'll know where they are when you eventually get there. Your problem will be how to get there won't it?'

Realising that they really did intend to leave him there like that, Mike squirmed and writhed frantically in his baby restraints and tried to yell out for help, but the only sound he could make was a quiet and muffled gurgle into his dummy. He desperately wanted to attract the attention of the few other passengers on the platform, but the girls had surrounded him to hide him from view until the very last moment.

They heard the two halves of the train being coupled together, and in a few moments, all the other passengers were back on the train. Then, with perfect timing, the girls dashed across the platform and piled back into their carriage. They leaned out of the window, jeering at the struggling Mike, and his heart sank as the porter blew his whistle, and the train began to move.

Fiona gave Mike a cheery wave and called out 'Bye bye little girl, thanks for the fun!' and she giggled with glee, waving at him until she was out of sight.

Suddenly the sleepy station was quiet again, leaving Mike still squirming and struggling in his humiliating restraints, securely attached to the seat. It was over half an hour before the porter came out onto the platform again and suddenly noticed the quaintly dressed little girl still sitting on the seat at the end of the platform. Curious, he decided to see if she was all right, and it was only as he drew nearer that he realised that the little girl was not only much older than she appeared to be by her dress, but that she wasn't a girl at all!

As it became clearer, he stopped when he reached Mike, looked down, and burst out laughing, while a crimson faced Mike stared back at him from under his bonnet.

'What on earth....?' chuckled the porter in amazement, 'And just who are you little girl?'

Mike was going to have a lot of explaining to do. When he could get the dummy out of his mouth that is.

 

THE END

  

  

  

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