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Chapter 18: Shrinkage
Sat Feb 9, 2008 10:43am
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Naked on the Barstool

When the laughter had settled down somewhat, Brenda went into the kitchen and returned carrying a high barstool. She set it down right behind me. “Have a seat, Smoothie. Rest your weary legs. We girls know how tiring it is to walk around in our heels.” I climbed onto the barstool, put my knees together, and leaned over, folding my arms on top of my thighs. Brenda would have none of it. She stood behind me and pulled me back by the shoulders, so I was leaning against the back of the barstool.

“I want you to be comfortable, Blondie. Just kick back, relax, and enjoy yourself.” Right, like that was even remotely possible. She took hold of my wrists and rested them on the arms of the chair. “That’s it. Just rest your arms here.” Brenda then pulled my knees apart, took hold of my ankles and placed them on the leg rests on opposite sides of the chair, leaving me exposed to the max. “We’re all friends here, sweetheart, what’ve you got to hide?” She looked down at my naked crotch. “Very little, from the looks of things.” She sat back down on the couch to the accompaniment of animated laughter.

After the laughter subsided, Becky broke the silence. “You’re awfully quiet, Blondie,” she said. “Say something. We never talk any more.” Everyone seemed to sit up a little in their seats, in anticipation of my verbal involvement, which up until now had been virtually nonexistent. I was in no mood to talk; it would only add to my humiliation. Of course, the sadists sitting across from me were keenly aware of this. “We’d really like to hear about your time alone with Felicity a little earlier,” prompted Becky. “You were gone for almost an hour; let’s hear all about it.” The LAST thing I wanted to talk about was my one-on-one humiliation at the hands of Felicity. Of course, Becky knew as much. I remained reticent. “Blondie, I don’t think you’re in any position to be obstinate right now. As you well know, Mitch will drop your naked ass downtown at the snap of my fingers—I don’t think you’d be interested in public nudity, especially now that you’ve got a bald little clitty.” While I sat there blushing crimson, Becky waited for the inevitable laughter, and she wasn’t disappointed. “Not only that, we have several pictures of you mincing about in pink high heels, and a wonderful video that we’re all going to sit around and watch over popcorn tomorrow night. I do think that it’s in your best interests that these visuals not accidentally get loose around Roosevelt High. Need I say more?” I shook my head disconsolately. “I didn’t hear you, little girl.” I winced at the “little girl” reference.

“No, I understand,” I finally relented.

“Good.” Becky leaned back in her seat and took a sip of beer. “Let’s see, when I opened the door to tell you that Mitch was here, you were in quite the compromising position. Why don’t you tell us about that, Blondie.”

It was apparent that I would be forced to partake in revisiting my earlier debasement. Marcia now had the video camera focused on me. “Felicity made me take off the clothes I was wearing,” was all I said.

“I’m warning you one last time, Blondie,” admonished Becky. “We want details. ALL the details.”

I took a deep breath. “When you came in I was standing on the stool. When I got on it I was only wearing the panties. Before that she took off my shoes and socks, the dress and the petticoat.” I stopped momentarily, fidgeting nervously. Everyone was smiling at me, enjoying my discomfort, and the story.

“Go on,” prodded Becky.

“Then she started pulling down the pan…”

“Hold it, Blondie,” interrupted Felicity. “Tell them about the song. And why you had to sing it.”

I paused momentarily to gather myself. “Since I would soon be in my birthday suit I had to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her while she pulled down the panties.” Everyone giggled and looked over at the beaming Felicity. They seemed appreciative of her creativity, and Felicity had a proud look on her face. “That’s when you came in,” I continued.

“Excellent,” said Becky. “See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Actually, it was excruciating. “Now I want to hear about how you lost your little pubies. And look at us while you tell us.”

Of course, I knew that was coming. I took another deep breath and looked up at eight expectant, smirking faces. “First she used scissors…please, don’t make me tell this.”

“Oh, pray tell, Smoothie, pray tell! You’re turning into quite the story teller.”

“F-first she used scissors. And I had to sing. When most of it was cut off we went into the bathroom…”

“Wait, wait, wait!” interrupted Becky. “Back up. You had to sing? Was it ‘Happy Birthday’ again?”

“No, she made up another song. Please…”

“Oh, do sing it for us, Blondie.” Becky held out both hands and asked her guests, “Would you like to hear the song Blondie sang while the little hairs on his little pee pee were coming off?” Of course, a unanimous chorus of affirmatives ensued. “Sing it for us, sweetheart.”

I had a very hard time with that one, but I managed to spit it out. Once again I sung the dreadful song, to the tune of “Old MacDonald.” “Pretty Blondie had no hair. Ee-eye-ee-eye-oh.” They were laughing quite heartily now. “With a snip-snip here, and a snip-snip there. Here a snip. There a snip. Everywhere a snip-snip. Pretty Blondie had no hair. Ee-eye-ee-eye-oh.” Everyone on the couch was clapping and laughing at that point. Mitch was stomping his feet up and down, seemingly near delirium.

“Tell them about the snips, Blondie.” The voice was Felicity’s. I think she was quite proud of herself and of her creativity in that particular part of my debasing experience at her hands.

“W-Whenever I sang the word ‘snip’ she snipped off some of my hair down there with the scissors.” This information elicited quite the raucous reaction from the entertained group on the couch. When things settled down, Becky offered her praise.

“Ingenious, Felicity. Positively ingenious.”

“Thank you,” responded Felicity, now quite full of herself.

“I have a question,” interjected Brenda.


The “Before” Measurement

All eyes turned towards Brenda as it quieted down. She paused momentarily while everyone waited expectantly. “Is it true that if a guy spends time in the pool that his penis shrivels up?” Naturally, all eyes immediately focused on my smaller-than-average penis. My self-consciousness, already at a very high level, somehow became more exaggerated. I tried closing my knees, but the positioning of my legs on the chair restricted their movement. “Well, Blondie?” continued the unrelenting Brenda. “Is it true?” The gazes rose to my blushing face.

“I-I don’t know,” was my response, while staring at several pairs of feet on the floor in front of the couch. “I don’t think so,” I stated, hoping to nip this conversation before it advanced any further. But my hope was soon averted.

“It’s true,” stated Mitch matter-of-factly from the end of the sofa.

Felicity was ready with her next jab. “Well,” she said with a tone of mocked disbelief as she pointed at my penis. “It can’t get any smaller than THAT, can it?” Once again, the redoubtable Felicity had elicited laughter from the entertained group.

“There’s one way to find out,” stated Becky when the laughter started dying down. She stood up, and I looked at her, horrified, quite aware of what she had in mind. She took both of my hands in hers and pulled me from the chair. “Come, sweetie pie, let’s take you for a dip.”

The rest of the group sprung from their seats, enthusiastic about the new devilish plan. Becky reached down and pulled the high heels from my feet, tossing them aside. She took me by the hand and led me towards the hallway. “Let’s go in the bathroom and clean off your face. We wouldn’t want your makeup to dirty up the pool.”

“Please, Becky, the pool’s not even heated,” I pleaded.

“Precisely, my dear,” responded my unmerciful sister with an unmistakable twinkle in her eyes. She pulled me into the bathroom and quickly went to work on removing the makeup from my face. She yelled out to her cohorts. “You all might want to put on a sweater or something,” advised Becky. “There’s a bit of a chill in the air tonight.”

“Good idea, Beck,” answered Joanna while she and the rest scampered for their wraps. “It really is getting nippy out there, and there’s a breeze to go along with it.”

The absurdity of my situation wasn’t lost on me—while everyone was bundling up, I was about to go out there without a stitch on, and then jump into a cold swimming pool to boot.

Becky finished her task in short order and led me into the hallway. “Wait here, sweetie, while I go get my sweater.” I stood in the hallway, momentarily alone, and shivered in anticipation. I was snapped out of it by what sounded like a loud pop, similar to the crackling of a fire. A split second later I felt a stinging sensation, and it registered that I had been slapped on my ass. A giggling Julie put her arm around my bare waist.

“Let’s go, cute cheeks,” she teased, while patting me gently on my ass. She looked down at my crotch. “It’s time to see if your little weenie can get any weenier.” While giggling at her derisive remark, she led me to the large pantry, where a festive, eager group stood near the back door. They were properly attired for the chilly night air. I most certainly was not. Someone opened the back door when Becky interrupted.

“Hold it!” she barked. She held above her head a roll of measuring tape. A few inches of the tape dangled from the roll. “We need to get a ‘before’ and ‘after’ measurement,” she said with a wicked smirk. Everyone leered at me. My shoulders slumped. “Who would like to measure Blondie’s weenie?” asked Becky. Several of the girls excitedly expressed interest. “Well,” laughed Becky, “You can’t ALL do it. Let’s let the Birthday Girl do the honors.”

The delighted Felicity sprung forward. “Oh, goodie!” she yelled while snatching the tape from the grinning Becky. I watched dejectedly as Felicity approached me. She looked up at me and smiled. “Isn’t this fun, Blondie?” she teased. I remained silent, unbelieving of what was happening. Felicity looked down at her target. “Becky,” she requested, “Would you mind holding his little thingy straight out while I measure it?”

“Sure,” laughed Becky. She placed her index and middle fingers underneath my penis and held it up. The humiliation of my sister handling my penis under the extremely embarrassing circumstances was excruciating. Felicity stretched the tape across the length of my penis. To obtain a reading, she lowered her head very close to her objective and squinted at the numbers. I felt her hair brush against my bare stomach.

“It looks like two and one-eighth inches,” she announced gleefully. This declaration elicited giggles and guffaws from the entertained group.

“If this pool thing really is true, then we’ll need a magnifying glass to see how long—ČI mean how tiny it is,” said Cheryl.

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    • Chapter 18: Shrinkage — Blondie., Sat Feb 9 10:43am
      • Chapter 18: ShrinkageBlondie., Sat Feb 9 10:44am
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