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Chapter 15: Felicity
Sat Feb 9, 2008 9:42pm
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Alone With a Little Devil

While I was being put through my paces in the awful party dress, I noticed with a bit of trepidation that Julie was reaching for the dreaded bag again. “Come with me, Blondie,” she instructed as she headed for the hallway leading to Becky’s bedroom. “Care to join us again, Felicity?” I winced; my humiliation was bad enough, but somehow this precocious thirteen-year-old’s involvement added an extra edge to it.

“Yes, I’d love to,” the little imp responded. “But Julie, can I ask you for a favor?”

“What’s that?” wondered Julie, with a look of curiosity on her face.

“Um… if you could offer me this boon for my birthday…I’d really like to take Blondie back there by myself.” I stiffened noticeably, which wasn’t lost on the girls.

“That way Blondie and I can get more acquainted with each other,” she teased while staring me down with a sly grin.

“Why, you little devil, you,” laughed Julie. “Well, sure, you can have your little birthday ‘boon,’ as you called it. I don’t know where you come up with these words. I think Blondie would LOVE to have you all to himself. Wouldn’t you, Blondie?” I just stood there with a wretched look on my face. Everyone giggled.

“Oh yes, Blondie is just delighted. Now toddle along, you two. And take your time, enjoy yourselves.” More giggles. “And Blondie, I’m warning you, we’d better not hear anything about you being uncooperative. It’s Felicity’s birthday, and you’re to do anything she tells you to.”

“Come with me, Blondie,” said Felicity eagerly as she took me by the hand. She took the bag from Julie with her free hand and led me down the hallway.

The next hour would prove to be nearly unbearable.


Felicity wasted no time once we entered the bedroom. She laid the bag on the bed and patted an area next to the bag, motioning for me to sit. “Okay, sweetheart, let’s get you undressed. Have a seat up here.” With extreme apprehension at what lay in store for me, I sat on the bed. My feet dangled above the floor, which facilitated the removal of my shoes. The devilish Felicity knelt on the floor and began the process by unbuckling the shoes. She spoke to me while she went about her task. “Isn’t this great, Blondie, just the two of us? It’ll really give us a chance to get to know each other, don’t you think?” I remained silent. The last thing I felt like doing during this god awful experience was engaging in conversation with this fiend. But she had other ideas. She stood up and pointed her index finger in my face. “Now listen, Blondie, when I speak to you I expect the courtesy of a response. In case you haven’t noticed, there are two of us in this room, and I don’t plan on carrying on a monologue.” Oh, this was really going to be hell, I remember thinking. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand,” I said sullenly without looking at her. She knelt back down and went to work on the shoes and socks. She picked up right where she left off.

“So tell me a little bit about yourself.” Both shoes were off now, and she deliberately began rolling one of the anklets down my foot.

“Uh…uh…what do you want to know?” I couldn’t believe I had to carry on the dialogue while being methodically stripped by a girl three years my junior.

“Oh, you know, what are your likes? Your dislikes? Pretty soon I’m going to be quite familiar with what you’ve got on the outside; I’d like to get to know you on the inside.” She giggled to herself. One sock was removed and she started on the other one. I was miserable. I pushed myself to do her bidding.

“Um, I like sports. I like to play basket…please, I can’t do this.” She persisted.

“What kind of music do you like?” I was barefoot now, and she took my hand to pull me up. “Stand up, let’s get your dress off.” I stood up, and felt her hand working the zipper down from the back of my neck. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“I like…rock and roll.”

“Oh, me, too! See, we have something in common. Do you like to dance?” The zipper was all the way down now. “Hold your arms up.” I raised my arms above my head and she slowly started pulling the dress up. “Keep talking to me, Blondie. Do you like to dance?”

“No, not really,” I replied despondently. I'm definitely not much of a dancer, and I had a bad feeling where she was going with this.

“That’s too bad. I’d love to see you dance for us in one of Julie’s outfits. Or maybe even naked!” She watched my reaction intently. I cringe and blush deeply, bringing a grin to her face. “It’s my birthday, do you think you can dance for me tonight?” The prospect absolutely horrified me, but I had to be cooperative.

“W-We’ll see,” I said, shuddering at the prospect.

“Oh, that will be a treat. I’ll bet you’re a good dancer.” She pulled the dress completely off, and left me standing there in the petticoat. She stepped in front of me and gazed at me, grinning widely. “How delightful.” I started blushing again; the emotion of embarrassment was taking over as each article of clothing was removed. Putting both hands on my shoulders, she eased the straps of the petticoat down my biceps, starting its leisurely descent. “Tell me about your experience with my sister in her store at the mall.”

“W-what do you want to know?” I was stalling; I really didn’t want to relive that humiliation, especially under these circumstances.

“Everything,” she answered fervently. “I’ve heard the story from Julie, but it would mean so much more coming from you.” The petticoat was now at my waist, leaving me bare-chested. Felicity kneeled down to continue with matters at hand. She looked up at me expectantly, urging me to comply. I looked down to see the garment being pulled further down, exposing the frilly panties. Felicity had an impassioned look on her face; she was having the time of her young life.

“Um…well…um…they made me…”

”Who made you?” she interrupted.

“B-Becky and Brenda…they made me go to Victoria’s Sec…please, you know the story.” The petticoat was now bundled at my feet, its expanse of lace rising halfway up my shins. I folded both hands over the crotch of the panties; I felt my modesty being severely threatened.

“Continue!” She was relentless.

“Th-they made me try on different stuff.” I had trouble continuing the charade. Felicity was lifting one of my legs up and out of the petticoat.

“Tell me more, sweetie. Tell me what they made you try on.”

“A t-teddy…then a bra and p-p…” I couldn’t say the word. At that moment, the petticoat was being pulled off of my other leg, leaving me standing there in…yes, a pair of panties. As Felicity stood up, she prodded me on.

“Go ahead, you tried on a bra and…?” She tossed the petticoat on the bed and stood back and grinned wickedly at me.

“Panties,” I said, very quietly.

“Yes, Julie told me you looked quite darling, just like you do now. She said your face was fire engine red. Does your face feel as hot now as it did then, Blondie?” She was the devil in disguise.

“Yes,” I answered as I looked at the floor, shame-faced.

“Go like this.” She made two fists and put both hands on her hips, elbows pointing to the sides. I grudgingly followed suit. With a lecherous grin, she slowly did a three-sixty around me, ogling my pantied state. Somehow I turned yet a deeper shade of red while enduring this excruciating torment. “Oh, Blondie, you look so delectable in your frilly little panties. But I’m afraid we’re going to have to take them off before I have you model your next outfit.” She reached for the waistband of the panties, studying me intently. She got the reaction she wished for; I involuntarily retracted my hips, eliciting a knowing smile from her lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart, I forgot how much you love your pretty panties. Well, there’s no hurry, you can contemplate your situation for a while. In the meantime, let’s find you something to wear.” She opened the bag, and sorted through it. “You know, this IS a slumber party, and you really should be dressed accordingly. Maybe a pair of pajamas is appropriate. We’ll call it a pajama party.” Felicity proceeded to pull out a very feminine pair of silky, peach-colored pajamas. She held them up for me to see. “Would you like to wear these, sweetie?” I didn’t show much reaction; though, all things considered, it wouldn’t have been so bad. At least they offered a lot of coverage.

“They’re okay,” I replied.

“Or how about this?” She pulled out a scanty pink, nylon babydoll and held it up to me. I observed uneasily that it would barely cover my modesty. Felicity sensed my apprehension; she was perceptive beyond her years. “Okay, I’ll give you the choice: the pj’s or the babydoll. You pick.”

I didn’t hesitate. “The pj’s.” I should have known better than to expect any compassion from the little monster.

“Oh, you silly boy,” she laughed as she returned the pajamas to the bag. “You’re quite the shy one, aren’t you? We don’t want to hide those pretty girlish legs from all your guests, now, do we?” She giggled to herself.


Taking Down the Panties

“Now, it’s time to relieve you of your panties. Hmm, how shall we accomplish this? Shall I take them down, or would you like to do it yourself?”

In retrospect, I should have just ripped the damn things off right on the spot, thus avoiding further anguish. But the idea of being naked against my will in front of this girl was more than I could handle at the time. I was hoping beyond hope to somehow avoid the humiliation. “Please…” I pleaded.

“I get the distinct impression that you don’t want me to see you naked, Blondie.” Felicity glared at me with a menacing smile. I didn’t respond. “Why is that, Blondie?” Again, I didn’t answer. That didn’t slow her down; she was thriving now, thoroughly enjoying my uneasiness. “What’s the big deal? I’ve already looked down your panties and saw your little thingy, remember? I told you it looked just like my little brother Joey’s, except you have hair.” I was blushing crimson now, and she went in for the kill. “And the more you blush, the more fun I have. Why is that, Blondie?”

“Because you’re a ...ing sadist!” I screamed at her without thinking.

Her face remained passive, but I knew I’d made a big mistake. “You’ll be sorry you said that, Blondie. I’ll deal with your punishment before we go back out there, but for now I can tell you that if there are any more outbursts then I’ll have to inform the girls that you’re not cooperating. Would you like me to do that, Blondie?”

“No.”

Just then the doorbell rang. “Oh no,” I remember thinking, “Who could that be?” Felicity didn’t miss the look of dismay on my face.

“Oh boy, Blondie, it looks like you might have another visitor. We’d best get your panties off now and get you ready.” With that she pulled out a stool from under the dresser and set it in the middle of the room. “Step up here, sweetie, so I won’t have to bend down.”

At this point I knew I had no recourse. I climbed up on the stool, facing my antagonist. The top of her head was level with the hem of the panties. My feeling of vulnerability was extreme. My hands were covering the small bulge in the panties. Felicity grasped the hem on each side with her fingers, and held them there, teasing me. “It’s time, Blondie; it’s the moment we’ve been waiting for. Isn’t this fun?” I had no answer. “I’m doing all the talking now, Blondie, and I don’t appreciate it. Now ask me very nicely to take down your panties.”

I was now wallowing in my state of wretchedness. Somehow I managed to spit out the words. “Would you please take down my panties?”

“Why certainly, sweetheart,” she replied with pleasure in her voice. “Would you kindly put you hands behind your head and keep them there, please?

Defeated, I interlocked my fingers behind my head. My sense of dread was extreme. Felicity looked my up and down, grinning freely. She was ready to do the dirty deed. “Okay, here we go, are you ready? On three: One… two…”

Then she stopped, and stepped back. “I just had a wonderful idea, Blondie. It’s my birthday, right?” I nodded glumly. “Think about it: You’re just about to be in your birthday suit, right?” Again I nodded, dreading what might be coming out of her mouth next. “If you could sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me while your panties are coming down it would make the moment really special for me. Will you do that for me, Blondie?” I nodded resignedly. What else could I do? “Okay, whenever you’re ready…” She approached me and again had her fingers on the hem of the panties. She looked up at me in expectation. There was no sense in delaying the inevitable. I closed my eyes tightly and began to sing.

“Happy birthday to you.” I felt the panties begin their inexorable descent.

“A little slower, Blondie.” I could tell by the excitement in her voice that she was really getting caught up in the moment.

“Happy birthday to you.” The panties were now slipping past my penis. I heard Felicity giggle with delight. It was all I could do to keep my hands on my head. “Happy birthday, dear Felicity.” The panties were at my knees, beyond the point of no return. I opened my eyes to a squint and looked down at a girl who was nearly beside herself in ecstasy. “Happy birthday to you.” The panties were at my ankles. Felicity stepped back and clapped her hands in jubilation.

“Bravo, Blondie, bravo!”

Just then the door opened and Becky poked her head in. Her jaw dropped in astonishment at the unusual sight. “Oh my GOD! Blondie, what is Felicity doing to you?!” she exclaimed. Then, when the scene set in, her hands were at her mouth and she was overtaken by convulsive laughter. I could hold back no more, and I bent over from the waist, my elbows squeezing my sides and my hands clasped tightly over my crotch. I couldn’t imagine being more embarrassed than I was at that moment. My sister kept on laughing, unable to speak. Felicity had a triumphant grin on her face, quite proud of herself for creating such a spectacle. Finally, after her laughter subsided enough so that she could articulate, Becky said, “I just thought I’d let you know, Mitch is here. He canít WAIT to see you, Blondie. I'm sure Felicity will have you looking real pretty for him." She paused to take in the horrified look on my face. She smiled and addressed Felicity. ďTake your time, birthday girl; donít let us spoil your fun.Ē With that she closed the door. Her laughter echoed through the hallway. Undoubtedly she was quite anxious to relay to her cohorts what she had just witnessed.

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