Julie led me through the hallway and into Becky’s bedroom with her right arm around my bare shoulders. In her other hand she carried a large Victoria’s Secret tote bag. Felicity, her spunky little sister, followed closely behind. Julie let go of me in the middle of the room and continued on, laying the bag down on the bed. I stood in the middle of the room, still feeling quite shamed in the panties and long nightgown. Felicity stood facing me with a grin on her face, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
“Is this where we get to make Blondie get naked?” asked Felicity, without taking her eyes from my face. Her grin widened slightly when she saw the blush and look of dismay on my face.
“You really are something, aren’t you, Felicity?” Julie responded with a giggle. “You turn thirteen, have your first beer, and now you want to see your first naked boy.” She paused for effect. “Hang in there, birthday girl, you’ll get your chance.”
Julie started going through her bag. “Let’s see now, what have we got in here for our little girlfriend?” I turned my head slowly towards the bed, dreading what I was about to see. My dread was not unfounded. “Ah, here we go, he’ll look just divine in this,” as she pulled out a little girl’s party dress and held it up for us to see. It was baby blue, with a short, wide skirt and short, puffy sleeves. I was aghast as my eyes widened and my mouth opened in horror.
“Oh please,” I pleaded. My body language spoke volumes as I folded my arms across my chest and slumped my shoulders. “I can’t wear that out there. Please…”
“Nonsense, sweetie,” Julie answered cheerfully. “Think about it, you’re at a girl’s party, you’re the center of attention…it’s only fitting that you should wear a festive little girl’s party dress.” She hung the dress on a hanger on the back bedpost and started sifting through her bag again. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the dress, as I was almost awestruck at its significance. The next words from Julie’s mouth diverted my attention. “Felicity, would you like to help Blondie out of his nighty so we can get him dressed?” Julie watched our reactions closely. One was of utter anguish and the other of extreme delight.
“You betcha!” squealed Felicity. She wasted no time. With both hands she reached for the spaghetti straps of the nightgown and pulled them off my shoulders. I retracted, with my arms firmly across my chest.
“Don’t make me come over there, Blondie,” scolded Julie. “If you know what’s good for you…”
“I can handle this, Julie,” interrupted Felicity. She looked up at me sternly with an index finger wagging in my face. “Okay, Blondie. Either you lower your arms and cooperate with me right this instant or I’ll call the girls in here and the seven of us will take off your nightgown, pull down your panties and take turns putting you over our knees and giving you a spanking that you’ll never forget. Then you’ll model your pretty new party dress for us anyway. So it’s your choice: You can be nice and make this easy or can you be obstinate and earn yourself a naked spanking. Either way,” she said as she pointed at the dress, “You’re going to be wearing that dress when it’s all said and done. Now which way would you like it?” The precocious little thing was a monster. I glanced quickly over at Julie, who was beaming at her younger sister’s performance. I bowed my head and lowered my arms in subjection. “That’s more like it.” She pulled the straps down my arms and off my fingers. She let go and quickly stepped back, surveying the natural descent of the nightgown as it collected at my ankles. The tips of the fingers of both of her hands sprang to her lips. She was shocked and delighted at the sight of me standing there, smooth legs and all, clad only in a pair of pink panties. She yelped with amusement, as I stood there shamefaced, involuntarily slumping my shoulders and placing both hands over the front of the panties.
“Well, well, what have we here?” asked Julie rhetorically as she approached me with a demonic grin on her face. Up until then she had been just a very interested spectator. That was about to change. She knelt down and lifted my feet one at a time to separate me from the nightgown. “My, my, look how pretty your legs are, Princess,” she observed as she tossed the nightgown to the side. She ran her fingers up and down my left calf. “Felicity, come feel how smooth Blondie’s legs are.” Of course, the little fiend didn’t need any further prodding.
“Ooh, you’re right, Julie,” she cooed as she stroked my other leg. “They’re so smooth and pretty, like silk.”
I wanted to die on the spot; the level of my torment was extreme. Julie stood up and ran her hands across my backside. “And such pretty, silky panties. Do you like your panties, Blondie?” I didn’t answer. “Go like this, Blondie, I want to see something.” She interlocked her fingers behind her head, with her elbows pointing straight out to the sides. I hesitated, but I knew there was no use resisting. I complied. Julie giggled. “Just as I thought,” she said. “Not a hair anywhere,” as she looked at my armpits. “Stand up straight, and don’t you dare move your hands, I want to see one more thing.” To my chagrin, she pulled the elastic out from the front of the panties and peered in. I detected a smirk and a slight chuckle. As the elastic snapped back, she said, “Well, at least you’ve got SOME hair.” She walked back towards the bed, laughing aloud.
“I wanna see, I wanna see!” I drew back my hips as Felicity reached for the elastic. The notion of the thirteen year old looking at my private parts against my will was just too much. “BlonDIE?” she warned with an admonishing look. I stood straight and submitted to the mischievous sprite. I closed my eyes tightly in anguish as I felt the elastic being pulled out. Her hair tickled my stomach. I kept my eyes closed, but the vision of her staring down the panties was fixed in my head. After an agonizingly long time, the elastic snapped back.
“Well, little sister, what did you think?” asked Julie.
“It looks just like Joey’s, except Joey has no hair.”
Julie laughed boisterously and walked over to me, addressing me while looking me in the eyes. “In case you’re wondering, Blondie, Joey’s our little brother. He’s ten.” Both girls laughed heartily, as I blushed crimson.
“I assume it’s supposed to get bigger as boys get older. Right, Blondie?” Felicity directed the question at me but I didn’t answer. She knew she struck a nerve, and she milked it for all it was worth. “How old ARE you, Blondie?” she persisted. She stared at me, waiting for an answer. I answered, hoping to speed the interaction to a conclusion.
“Sixteen,” I said softly while averting my eyes from her.
“Well, except for the hair, you look like you’re ten, judging from what’s inside your panties.” Both girls giggled as I turned yet another shade of red.
“Okay,” proclaimed Julie, “It’s time to get you dressed.” She again started sorting through her bag of tricks. “Ah, here we are,” she said with a look of satisfaction. She pulled out a medium-sized, bluish nylon bag, tied with a string at the top. I looked on with angst as she started untying the string. She continued teasing me as she reached into the bag. “Do you know what it means to be ‘petticoated,’ Blondie?” I didn’t answer. She started pulling out the contents, and I could see it was white and lacy. “Well, it’s an old expression meaning to force a boy into female clothing, usually against his will. In this case, you’re about to be petticoated in the literal sense.” Much to my chagrin, the grinning Julie pulled the garment free from the nylon bag, and a very frilly petticoat came into view, its skirt having expanded considerably after being removed from its confinement. She held it up, and upon noticing my look of consternation, she waltzed over to me, cupped my chin in her hand and said,
“Don’t worry, Princess, you’ll look gorgeous in your new finery. Little girls can’t expect to wear their party dress without their petticoat.” She handed the distasteful garment to Felicity. “Here, dear, do you want to do the honors while I find some proper footwear?”
Of course, Felicity was in her glory. She lifted the petticoat above my head and pulled it down my torso, adjusting the shoulder straps. She stepped back and looked me up and down. “Oh, how darling. You must come see, Blondie.” She took me by the hand and led me to the full-length mirror. In the mirror I saw a very red-faced sixteen year old boy adorned in a frilly, fluffy, short white petticoat that stuck out about my whole arm’s length to the sides. I looked at myself in disbelief. Julie appeared at my other side.
“Oh, you’re right, he looks adorable,” she agreed. “What do you think, Blondie, are you getting in touch with your feminine side?” I shook my head from side to side and again both girls giggled. “Come, my petticoated one,” said Julie as she led me by the hand towards the bed. “Let’s get your shoes and socks on.” The petticoat made a swishing sound as I walked, adding to my mortification. She steered me to the bed and patted the mattress, motioning for me to sit down. When I did, the front of the petticoat raised up high, which elicited another squeal of delight from Felicity. She ducked her head to peek under the petticoat. I caught myself self-consciously putting my knees together and patting down the front of the petticoat, realizing to my disgust that that’s just what a girl would have done.
“What’s the matter, Blondie, don’t you want me to see your panties?” teased Felicity.
“Let’s finish getting you dressed,” laughed Julie as she sat down next to me. She took my left foot and placed it on her thigh. My humiliation continued as I was being treated like a little girl, unable to dress herself. She pulled a white, lacy anklet over my foot. It was quite similar to the kind that Becky and Brenda made me wear to the mall on that fateful day I met Julie. “You should feel right at home in these, sweetheart. Here, Felicity,” she said as she handed the other sock to her sister. “Do me a favor and put this on our little friend here while I put on her shoes.” I grimaced at hearing Julie refer to me as a “her.” While Felicity worked the other anklet on my right foot, Julie produced a shiny, black, patent leather pull-on shoe with a buckle. She must have noticed the look of despair on my face. “What’s the matter, Princess, don’t you like your Mary Janes? They’re brand new. Becky told me your size, and it looks like a perfect fit.” She handed the other shoe to Felicity, who eagerly applied it on my other foot and fastened the buckle. Felicity then grabbed my right hand and pulled me off the bed.
“Let’s go see, Blondie,” she said merrily as she again led me to the full-length mirror. Again, a distraught, red-faced boy in a petticoat stared back at me, only this time he was wearing frilly anklets and little girl shoes. “Stay right here while I go get your dress,” ordered Felicity.
The Little Girls’ Party Dress
I stood transfixed at the dreadful sight. Before I could really take it all in, the exuberant Felicity was pulling the blue party dress over my head. I watched in incredulity as the hem of the dress dropped down, coming to a halt about in inch above the petticoat. I felt the zipper in the back being pulled up. Julie appeared on my left. Now a girl was at either side of me, each grinning from ear to ear at the reflection in the mirror. Julie proceeded to place a large, matching baby-blue bow to my head, pinning it to my hair. She adjusted it so that it stuck out about two inches on either side of my head. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
“Oh, Princess!” Julie cried out. “You look absolutely angelic.” Both girls began fiddling with the dress, adjusting the sleeves and the hem of the dress to their liking. I was utterly miserable as I stood there and took in this latest humiliation. But it wasn’t over. “Oh, I almost forgot!” exclaimed Julie as she walked toward her bag. “Felicity, do me a favor and take off Blondie’s panties, would you? I’ve got something much more appropriate for a little girl.”
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