The Spellbinding Newcomer - School ENM

[NickTwisp]

Yes, erections occur at age 10 and certainly dry orgasms.

Pubic hair at age 10 would be a medical condition called "Precocious Puberty." It happens but is not that common and sometimes is treated with testosterone blockers. Ejaculatory capability at age 10, extremely rare.

[Theoneandonly10]

The Revelation

Branka's words hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity, as Harper stood magnificently still a mere 3-feet away from his four shell-shocked classmates. Branka slowly turned again to look at each of the girls - Jiya's face was now slowly registering a dawning disappointment, whereas Siarne had started glowing such a shade of red that it almost matched her hair. Kylie had started to display the faintest sign of joy as the initial shock receded, her lips curling at the ends in what was the early stages of a beaming, vindicated smile. Branka found Kylie's budding glee contagious and with uncharacteristic spontaneity allowed herself to indulge in a shared grin as she turned her gaze from Kylie and re-focused it back on the subject of their giddiness. It had been revealed.


Harper had an incredibly small boyhood.


The contrast couldn't have been more spectacular. Here stood a boy with an athlete's body, sculpted shoulders, rippling torso, powerful legs, a tan indicative of an active life spent outdoors, and perched just above his defined quadriceps and below his chiselled Adonis' belt appeared something more befitting a new-born baby. Without any pubic hairs to speak of Harper's pale boyhood barely protruded from his crotch, the tiny almost-invisible head roughly the same size as his shaft resting shamefully atop his also undeveloped testicles. This was beyond anything the girls expected and as the seconds continued to pass, they started letting their inner thoughts manifest more overtly.


"Yes, I knew it! Yesssss!" Kylie whispered in restrained glee, lifting both her arms and pumping her fists in the air in mock celebration. She giddily looked over at the other girls and surrendered to her joy, a broad, victorious smile etching its way deeply into her face. She bounced up and down in her chair barely constraining her bliss, satisfied not only that she'd been correct in her prediction but now had the secret leverage she so desperately wanted over her rival. Kylie leaned over and wrapped her arms around Branka, giving her a soulful hug.


"This is amazing! Look at it, it's like a peanut!" she dizzily exclaimed to the other three girls as she leaned back in her seat.


"That...that's not...is that normal?" Siarne managed to stammer in shock to nobody in particular, her eyes not deviating from Harper's crotch. It must have taken a hearty effort for the shy, young girl to muster the courage to vocalise her thoughts. Her body language betrayed her inner turmoil as she gently trembled and nervously fidgeted with the lapel of her shirt. She managed to drag her gaze away from Harper and darted her eyes between the other three girls, hoping to quickly invite a response to break the awkward silence. Jiya slowly turned to her.


"Duh! What do you think?! You can hardly see it!" she exclaimed venomously. Far from Kylie's exuberance or Siarne's bashfulness Jiya's reaction was one of bitter disappointment. The young girl now had her arms folded belligerently in front of her as she spat her answer out at Siarne, returning her gaze to Harper with a pout just as soon as she'd responded. It was obvious that Jiya was not only irritated from having her prediction proved blindingly wrong but deeply let down. She'd had a crush on Harper for years, and this was the reward she received. The entire spectacle was tainted with an unfairness she felt was grossly insulting.


"I was only asking..." Siarne replied quietly, sufficiently chastised. Just when she thought she couldn't blush more, a new shade of red crept over her face. Branka noticed this.


"It ok, Siarne. It not normal. It smallest I ever seen" Branka confidently explained, softly placing her hand on Siarne's shoulder to comfort her.


"Whoa, really?! We've gotta measure it!" Kylie added in unbridled glee as she frantically rifled through her pencil case and pulled out her wooden ruler. Branka looked over at her in consternation.


"No touching! It wake him up!" she sternly instructed, reaching over and firmly grabbing hold of Kylie's arm. Kylie quickly wrenched it away.


"Don't worry, I'll just hold it next to it!" she shot back, standing up and moving towards Harper.


"Seriously, don't touch! He wake up!" Branka hissed back in desperation, knowing deep down that she couldn't stop Kylie.


"Come on, be careful! If he wakes up we're all dead!" Siarne pleaded in desperation, her fidgeting becoming far more pronounced.


"She knows what she's doing..." Jiya added through a sour pout. At this point Kylie had plonked herself right next to Harper's left leg, sitting on the floor at eye level with his boyhood.


"God, it's even tinier up close..." she muttered to herself as she carefully raised the ruler next to his boyhood. The other girls looked on in suspense, silently curious as to Harper's actual length but petrified Kylie would accidentally wake him from his trance. They need not have worried, as Kylie had the composure of a girl supremely confident in her skills and ability. Hovering the ruler millimetres away from his body Kylie began her visual inspection, moving her eyes back and forth before placing the ruler on the other side and conducting the same analysis. This went on for what seemed like an age.


"Well...what is it?" Jiya finally whispered in morbid curiosity. Satisfied with her measurements Kylie stood up and maniacally smiled at the three girls before making her way back to her seat.


"It's not even a centimetre!" she cackled in hushed tones, pointing to a length of roughly 9 millimetres. It was at this point that Branka began to understand the profundity of Harper's condition. This wasn't merely something to be mildly embarrassed or ashamed about - it was an ego-destroying, psyche-collapsing medical condition of incredible sensitivity. Her expression softened as she dealt with the dawning realisation that Harper was on the verge of having his world destroyed. Jiya leaned over to see exactly where Kylie was pointing on the ruler.


"Ergh, lame!" Jiya sighed in resentment as she slumped back in her seat, arms still folded, scowling at the boy in front of her.


"I'm marking this, so we never forget!" Kylie announced through overjoyed giggles as she pulled a red marker out of her case and drew an obvious line across the 9-millimetre mark on her ruler. Holding it aloft in both hands she pretended she was in receipt of some kind of trophy, waving it back and forth in exaggerated triumph. Suddenly, the girls froze. Outside the room they heard the familiar 'click' of Ms. Dunlop's cane. The librarian was slowly on the move.


"She...she's coming! What do we do?!" Siarne erupted in panic, barely managing to keep her voice down.


"Ok, everyone quiet. I solve problem" Branka fired back as she firmly gripped her pendant. She locked her gaze on Harper.


"Harper. Listen carefully. It getting very cold now. You must get dressed. Now!" she ordered sternly, swaying the pendant back-and-forth.


Harper just nodded blankly, and with lightning speed bent over and pulled his underwear on, followed by his shorts. He then threw his shirt on and buttoned it up, slipping into his socks and shoes in no time. He stood there, fully dressed again, awaiting his next instruction.


"Now, go sit in corner. Pick book up. When you hear door open you will wake. You remember nothing. Nothing at all. It like you had little sleep. Do you understand?" Branka firmly instructed, clear and concise with no ambiguity. Harper simply nodded and walked over to the corner, sat himself down and picked up his Goosebumps book.


"She's almost here!" Siarne announced as the 'click' of the cane got closer and closer.


"Everyone. Pretend we do work. Now!' Branka brusquely ordered as the other three girls opened their books and pretended to start work.


The 'click' of the cane sounded one last time before the door swung open and Ms. Dunlop entered the room. In the corner Harper snapped out of his trance and, with a slight shake of his head, looked up to see what was happening.


"Alright, children, how are we all going?" she asked, standing in the doorway awaiting a response.


"Good, Ms. Dunlop. We don't have much more to go" Jiya answered with mock sincerity, her pout withdrawn for the time being.


"And what about you, Harper? Goosebumps doesn't look like homework!" Ms. Dunlop sarcastically asked the young boy. Harper simply blinked his eyes a few times as if to wake himself up, before sitting upright slowly and attempting to answer her.


"Um...yeah...sorry, Miss. I must have dozed off..." he slowly responded in mild confusion.


"You did, dude. It was only a tiny nap, though" Kylie replied, feigning innocence but with a large, cheesy grin plastered across her face. Harper didn't register the subtle jibe as Jiya audibly scoffed and rolled her eyes.


"Well, get some work done. I'm off for the afternoon, kids. Make sure you close the doors behind you" Ms. Dunlop instructed as she turned around, shuffled out of the room and closed the door behind her.


"Geez, that book must be pretty boring if you fell asleep reading it" Kylie slyly offered, turning around to look at Harper directly.


"Nah, just tired from all the winning" he smugly replied referencing his sporting achievements, stretching his arms high and then folding them behind his head. Kylie turned to the other girls and scrunched her nose up in frustration, gritting her teeth. Jiya shook her head dismissively, seemingly now joining Kylie in feeling that Harper's unending arrogance was a severe irritant.


"Anyway, this is boring. Let's go to the beach" Harper announced nonchalantly as he stood up and started getting his things together.


"No. I don't feel like it now" Branka replied coldly, curiously averting her eyes as she responded.


"Yeah...I don't either..." Siarne quietly added, looking down.


"Oh, come on, guys! It's so nice out there" Kylie prodded, desperate to keep playing the game they'd all created.


"Nah, can't be bothered. I'm staying here" Jiya coolly responded.


"Whatever, I'm off. Catch you guys tomorrow" Harper dismissively replied as he bounded out the door and slammed it behind him. And with that the girls were left to discuss the way forward, now armed with knowledge that could potentially upend all their worlds.


The Realisation


As Harper’s footsteps disappeared down the hallway an awkward silence once again descended upon the group. Aside from Kylie, who was positively glowing with excitement and joy, the other girls had come to the realisation that Harper was crushingly unique, and not at all in a good way. Branka surveyed the room slowly as her mind worked in overdrive. After all, she was the one primarily responsible for manipulating the young boy to reveal himself. The questions peppered her consciousness relentlessly:


What should she do with this brand-new knowledge? Would the other girls tell on her? How badly would Harper react? Could Kylie keep it secret? Would she want to keep it secret?


“Oh, my God! He didn’t suspect a thing!” Kylie loudly announced, standing up and clasping her hands together with an audible ‘smack!’


“Yeah…he didn’t remember at all!” Siarne exclaimed in surprise, dropping her hands from her shirt lapel for the first time in minutes as she started to finally relax.


“Yeah, but we remember. Ergh, I can’t believe it” Jiya dejectedly replied as she started to angrily shove her pencils into her case, making a noticeable effort to jam them in violently.


“Don’t be jealous, Jiya. Just because I was right” Kylie cloyingly responded as she grabbed her ruler and waved it towards the girl, the bright, red line at the nub of it catching everyone’s eyes.


“Guys…we not able to tell anyone” Branka finally announced, slowly and with iron clarity. Kylie’s smile dissipated almost instantaneously. She was on the verge of finally having something to use against her rival, and Branka was telling her ‘no’. She stood in front of Branka’s desk as her anger swelled.


“What do you mean?! You were right as well, you knew he was tiny! Why can’t we tell?!” Kylie hissed in frustration, flailing her hands around in a frenzy.


“Kylie…it too small. It must be medical condition. I…I never…I mean…” Branka managed to stutter.


“You mean ‘what’?” Kylie impatiently queried.


Branka recomposed herself. She needed to choose her next words very carefully. She sat there for a few seconds staring Kylie down, formulating her reasoning on-the-fly. It was true – Branka had never encountered such a small boyhood before but, being a child of war, she was well aware of, and incredibly sensitive to, how weaknesses in people could be used to their disadvantage. She knew instinctively based on her mature understanding of the importance of masculinity to a young boy that being in possession of such an incredibly small appendage was a psychological weakness so profound that it’s exposure to the world could lead to complete mental disintegration. But how could she explain this to Kylie? She needed to frame it carefully.


“Kylie…it so small. Smaller than anything I seen. If school find out Harper will be nothing. He will be destroyed. And then, we will all get blame. Me, you, Jiya and Siarne. Expelled” she calmly outlined. Kylie’s face softened as she began to understand the magnitude of his condition.


“Oh…I…I didn’t think of it like that…” she softly responded.


“We…I can’t get expelled! I can’t! My parents…oh, my God!” Siarne stammered in near-panic.


“Yeah, my parents would go insane” Jiya added nervously, her disappointment giving way to apprehension and dread.


“But...I mean…is all this for nothing? Like, he’s still gonna be a show-off now?!” Kylie argued back.


“It ok. I foresee this. Harper not remember, but deep in mind he know that his secret is out. He will never prove, but deep down he know” Branka reassured Kylie. Branka, by this stage, was lying through her teeth but this was a better alternative than Harper suffering through the relentless psychological disintegration of his secret getting out. She actually felt incredibly sorry for the boy, now. She had suspected he wouldn’t measure up, but she never expected to witness a condition affecting not only an athletic, chiselled athlete like Harper, but possibly only 10 boys in the entire country. Kylie nodded slowly back.


“He will change. You watch” Branka confidently replied as she sat back in her chair, poised as ever, giving off her trademark air of certainty. Inside, she was perilously unsure of her assertion but, in that moment, it was better than the alternative.


“Well…alright. As long as he changes!” Kylie gently replied, not fully satisfied but open to understanding. Branka nodded back in affirmation as silence once again descended upon the classroom. It didn’t last long.


“Kylie…can…can you pass me the ruler?” Siarne bashfully asked, looking over at her as she once again broke out into a delirious grin.


“Catch!” she playfully replied as she chucked the ruler over to Siarne. She caught it with trembling hands and closely studied the mark Kylie had made. She simply couldn’t believe it – 9 millimetres! She held it close to her pinky finger to compare, a cheeky smile finally creeping its way across her face.


“God…it’s only just longer than my fingernail…” she drawled through her intense concentration. Kylie cackled, rapidly nodding in agreement. Even Branka let out a soft titter.


“Here, look…” Siarne instructed Jiya as she leaned closer to give her a better view of the mark.


“I know, I saw! God, yuck!” she shot back in annoyance, screwing up her face in an overexaggerated display of disgust.


“Let me see…” Branka curiously asked. Siarne handed her the ruler for her to study.


“This incredible. I see many boys. This smaller than any. Even baby. It like piece of Lego” she clinically expressed as she held the ruler aloft, squinting to re-count the number of millimetres it actually was. Kylie was bristling, totally overstimulated and barely able to contain herself. Branka’s final comment was the excuse she needed to delve into its appearance once more.


“I know, right! It was just like a peanut, hanging there. Well…it wasn’t even hanging. It was just…like…I don’t know. Like…stuck there!” she spluttered through suppressed laughter, her description causing even Siarne to elicit a loud yelp of amusement. Branka also laughed, even though inside her heart was almost breaking for Harper. The girl, wise beyond her years, knew better than to swim against the tide of social opinion. She figured she should join in.


“Lot of people speak Russian in Balkans. They have another name for this” she enticingly offered the group.


“What is it? Tell!” Siarne chuckled, playfully grabbing on to Branka with both hands.


“Yeah, spill it!” Kylie demanded.


“Yeah, at least we’ll have another name for it” Jiya added, obviously not enjoying the spectacle but still smart enough, like Branka, to know it was best to join in.


“Pipiska!” Branka chortled with her heavy Bosnian accent. The girls all took turns in repeating it, mimicking Branka’s accent warmly. The four girls finally surrendered to the shared humour, and once Jiya started lightly giggling the rest of the girls succumbed to the absurd energy of the entire charade. For the next minute or so the laughter of the girls increased until they were coughing, crying messes barely able to make eye-contact with each other lest they fall into another eruption of unbridled cackling. At one point Kylie even ripped the tiny eraser off the end of one of her pencils and, jamming it into the buttonhole of her jeans near the crotch, stood in the centre of the room in a fake trance:


“Where’s my undies?” she mockingly asked in a robotic tone, extending her arms like a zombie and walking towards the other girls. This time it was Jiya’s turn to laugh the loudest, slapping her hands together and throwing her head back in glee! After another few minutes of uproarious laughter, the girls began to calm down and, once again, assess what their next move would be.


“Come on, guys. Let go home. It get late” Branka sighed, wiping away the tears of laughter that had flowed involuntarily during Kylie’s mockery.


“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll all have to keep an eye on Harper tomorrow. See if Branka’s right again” Kylie replied, giving Branka a hearty pat on the back in solidarity. Branka nodded back, outwardly calm but with that new sensation of insecurity welling up inside once again. Would Harper really change his behaviour? What would happen if he didn’t? Would Kylie have the discipline to keep her end of the bargain?


As the four kids left the room, they all exchanged fleeting glances with each other, silently aware of the incredible new situation they all found themselves in. Branka wrestled with her conscience and the dread of what would happen to Harper if his secret was spilled. Siarne, at first incredibly embarrassed and shy, had found enriching solidarity in her shared laughter with the group. Jiya was still bitterly disappointed that she’d lost her crush, and felt a pulsing, irrational anger towards Harper. Kylie was on cloud-nine, triumphant and vindicated. If only she could find a way to convince Branka to reveal Harper’s secret to the whole school…

[Jonjon2]

A great story - with a great twist with Harper having a micro penis, not just a little smaller than average. I'm sure the girls can find a way of exposing him again in order to get him to change his behaviour. It may be just in front of those girls again rather than the whole school but I suspect there would be some photos taken too as a way of threatening him if he doesn't change his behaviour.

[steam train]

I am enjoying the emotional and moral twists in this story. Its not so much about the exposure but the mental and moral reactions. Very well written, thank you.

[McWilly]

Great start to the story! Hopefully we'll get more soon. Kylie is so excited that I think she has a itty bitty secret too! However, the girls saw something so tiny that they're probably looking forward to touching and exploring his little nub!

[tim409]

Hopefully the girls will get to see someone with a normal size or a large size penis and low hanging balls soon..

[tim409]

Hopefully the girls will get to see someone with a normal size or a large size penis and low hanging balls soon..

[TominAustin]

I love that he has a micropenis. I am the owner of one too, so I can see the humiliation

[littl1p]

I like this one! It’s always fun if the guy is cocky to compensate then gets found out. Once he finds out they know they should literally hold a peanut next to it to see if he measures up

[Theoneandonly10]

An Unchanging Nature


The morning sun, usually a cheerful harbinger of another carefree school day at Broadmeadow Primary, felt different. It filtered through the classroom windows, casting long, dusty shadows that seemed to mirror the lingering tension in the air. Branka, Kylie, Siarne, and Jiya huddled in their usual corner of the playground, their whispered conversation a stark contrast to the usual boisterous shouts of other children.


"He didn't remember a thing! He just left like nothing happened" Kylie announced, a mix of relief and lingering mischief in her voice. Siarne nodded, her ginger hair catching the light.


"I know! When Ms. Dunlop asked him about the book, he really looked like he'd just woken up from a nap. It was...crazy!" She still felt a tremor of unease when she thought about the previous day, but the shared experience had undeniably forged a new, stronger bond between them.


Jiya, however, remained sullen. "It's not crazy. It's annoying. He's still going to be the same show-off." Her crush on Harper had taken a severe blow, replaced by a bitter resentment. The image of his "pipiska" was now indelibly etched in her mind, mocking her former adoration. Branka, ever the calm and collected one, watched the school gate.


"We will see. I hope he change. Deep down, he know. Maybe it will make him think." Her voice held a note of forced optimism, a desperate hope that her hypnotism, despite its apparent success in memory erasure, had subtly nudged Harper towards humility.


Just then, a familiar figure bounded through the gate, a tennis ball already in hand. It was Harper, his athletic frame radiating confidence as he navigated the throng of students. He spotted them and waved, a wide, unburdened grin on his face.


"Hey, guys! What's up? Ready for another day of getting smashed in handball?" he called out, his voice carrying a familiar, arrogant lilt. There was no hesitation, no flicker of recognition, no sign whatsoever that he knew what had transpired the previous afternoon. The girls exchanged quick, nervous glances.


"Oh, hey, Harper. We’re just talking about the homework. You know, the stuff you were sleeping through yesterday?" Kylie replied, forcing a casual tone. She gave him a pointed look, but it sailed right over his head.


"Yeah, yeah, I'll get to it," he dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Have you guys seen Kayla? We're supposed to practice our serves before class." He didn't wait for an answer, already scanning the playground for the popular girl.


"Later!" he yelled over his shoulder, before sprinting off in the direction of the netball courts, presumably to find Kayla and her friends. A collective sigh of relief escaped the girls.


"See? He really doesn't remember. Maybe Branka's right, and he'll change now." Siarne whispered. Jiya still looked unconvinced, but even she felt a small flicker of hope. If he truly had no memory of the incident, perhaps the subconscious effect Branka spoke of would indeed lead to a transformation. They spent the rest of the morning cautiously optimistic, their eyes subtly tracking Harper's movements, hoping to catch the first sign of a new, humbler Harper.


The first few days were deceptively quiet. Harper continued to be Harper, but the girls, armed with their secret knowledge, interpreted his usual bravado through a new lens. His boasts about surfing prowess seemed less impressive, his confident strides across the playground less imposing. They waited, patiently, for the promised change.


But the change never came.


Over the course of the next few weeks, Harper's behaviour didn't just remain the same; it seemed to amplify. He started spending more and more time with Kayla and her clique, a group known for their superficiality and a tendency to mock anyone they deemed "uncool." Harper, with his athletic charm and easy popularity, fit right in. He became their unofficial leader, his arrogance fuelled by their admiration. Incidents began to pile up, each one chipping away at the girls' dwindling hope. One afternoon, during a particularly intense game of dodgeball, Harper, after single-handedly eliminating half the opposing team, stood in the centre of the court, chest puffed out, and declared, "Bow down, people! You are in the presence of a dodgeball God!" Kayla and her friends cheered, but the girls exchanged weary glances.


Another time, during art class, Harper was showing off a drawing of a monstrous wave he had supposedly surfed. "It was epic, guys," he announced loudly to anyone within earshot, "the biggest barrel I've ever ridden. Most people would have wiped out, but I'm just built different, you know?" He then winked at Kayla, who giggled appreciatively. Siarne, usually so quiet, rolled her eyes so hard they almost disappeared into her head. Even Jiya, despite her initial disappointment, found herself increasingly irritated by his constant need for validation. His boasts weren't limited to sports, either. He started making comments about his intelligence, his good looks, even his "natural talent" for everything. "It's just easy for me," he'd often say, shrugging dismissively when someone struggled with a math problem or a tricky spelling word. "Some people just get it, I guess."


Siarne, who prided herself on her quiet diligence and genuine effort, found his casual dismissals particularly grating. She'd often catch herself clenching her fists under her desk, a silent battle raging within her to keep her composure.


"He's just... so full of himself," she whispered to Kylie during one recess. Kylie, who had initially revelled in the secret knowledge, was now growing increasingly frustrated. The leverage she'd hoped for felt useless if Harper remained oblivious and continued to be such a nuisance.


"I swear, if he says 'built different' one more time, I'm going to scream," she grumbled one day, watching Harper preen in front of a group of Year 5s, recounting a fictional tale of rescuing a cat from a tree using only his bare hands. Branka, observing Harper's escalating arrogance, felt a growing knot of anxiety in her stomach. Her memory erasure had worked too well. He remembered nothing, and therefore, felt no subconscious pressure to change. The "dog that barks doesn't bite" adage felt hollow now. This dog was barking louder than ever, and it was starting to get on everyone's nerves.


The turning point came during a mundane math lesson. The class was working on geometry, and Ms. Jenkins had asked everyone to draw a perfect circle using a compass and a ruler. Harper, naturally, finished first and, instead of quietly waiting, began to tap his pen impatiently on his desk.


"Hey, Kylie," he drawled, leaning over towards her desk. "Can I borrow your ruler for a sec? I lost mine.”


Kylie, engrossed in her own circle, pushed her wooden ruler across the desk without looking up. Harper picked it up, his eyes idly scanning its length. His gaze paused on the faint red mark near the end, the 9-millimeter line Kylie had so gleefully drawn weeks ago. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face.


"Huh," he mused, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "This mark... it's like, exactly the size of your boobs. Tiny, but you know, it's there " He held the ruler up, gesturing vaguely towards her chest. The air in the classroom seemed to freeze. Kylie's head snapped up, her face draining of colour. Siarne gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Jiya's eyes widened in disbelief, a slow, burning anger replacing her usual sullenness. Even Branka, usually unflappable, felt a jolt of pure shock.


Harper, oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere, chuckled again, pleased with his "witty" observation. "Just saying, you know?!”


Kylie, her hands trembling, snatched the ruler from his grasp. "What did you just say?!" she hissed, her voice barely a whisper but laced with a venom that made Harper finally look at her, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.


"Whoa, chill," he said, holding up his hands. "It was just a joke, lighten up."


But it wasn't a joke to them. In that moment, the girls all realized, with a sickening certainty, that Harper hadn't changed. Not one bit. And most likely, he never would. The hope they had clung to, the belief that Branka's magic had somehow instilled a subconscious lesson, shattered into a million pieces. The arrogance, the insensitivity, the utter lack of self-awareness – it was all still there, magnified by his growing closeness to Kayla's superficial world. The rest of the class was a blur. The girls exchanged furious glances, their anger palpable. Harper, sensing their collective frostiness, eventually retreated, joining Kayla's group at the back of the class, where he continued to brag about his "amazing" circle.


Later that afternoon, after the final bell had rung and the last student had rushed out, the four girls found themselves alone in their usual quiet spot on the playground, the silence heavy with their shared fury.


"I can't believe him," Kylie finally burst out, pacing back and forth, her hands balled into fists. "After everything... he's still the same show off!"


"He's worse," Jiya corrected, her voice tight with suppressed rage. "He's so up himself! And that comment... about your... your boobs!" She shuddered with disgust.


Siarne, usually so reserved, was visibly trembling. "I thought... I really thought he would change. I hoped he would." Her voice was barely audible, laced with disappointment.


Branka sat there, her gaze fixed on the horizon, her pendant clutched tightly in her hand. "My ritual...it work too well," she finally said, her voice quiet, almost defeated. "He remember nothing. It like it never happen."


The other girls looked at her, their anger momentarily forgotten, replaced by a dawning understanding of the implications.


"So... he really doesn't know?" Kylie asked, her voice softer now.


Branka shook her head slowly. "No. He think it was just a nap. He think he just tired. The ritual...it only make him forget. It not make him change his heart." She looked at each of them, her green eyes filled with a new kind of resolve. "We need to make him stop. But this time...we need plan. Something that will make him change. Forever"


The weight of her words settled over the group. The initial shock and anger began to morph into a grim determination. They had tried subtlety, they had tried magic, and Harper had remained stubbornly, infuriatingly himself. Now, it was time for something more. The question hung in the air, unspoken but understood: what kind of plan could possibly break through Harper's impenetrable arrogance and force him to confront the true nature of his behaviour? The girls looked at each other, a silent pact forming in the quiet playground. The game had changed.


The Plan


The initial shock and anger that had flared after Harper’s crude remark about Kylie’s ruler, and by extension, her body, began to morph into a grim, unified determination. They had tried subtlety, they had tried magic, and Harper had remained stubbornly, infuriatingly himself. Now, it was time for something more. Branka, ever the strategist, was the first to break the silence. Her green eyes, usually so serene, now held a glint of steel.


"He need to learn. Not just forget. Learn in way he cannot forget." Kylie, still seething from Harper's comment, nodded vehemently.


"But how? He's so full of himself, nothing gets through to him!"


"We need to hit him where it hurts," Jiya added, her voice surprisingly firm.


Siarne, though still a little timid, found her voice. "But he thinks he's invincible…"


Branka’s gaze drifted towards the back of the school oval, where a small, murky pond lay partially hidden by a cluster of old gum trees. It was a place usually avoided, especially as the cooler months approached. A slow, thoughtful smile began to spread across her face.


"Winter nearly here. The water will be very, very cold." she mused, almost to herself. Kylie followed her gaze, a flicker of understanding in her eyes.


"The pond? What about it?"


"Imagine," Branka began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "Harper, in that cold water. In only underpants."


A stunned silence followed. Then, Kylie’s eyes lit up, a mischievous grin blossoming on her face.


"Oh, Branka, you're a genius! He'd freeze!"


Jiya, initially confused, quickly caught on.


"But why would he do it?" she shot back in confusion


"Because," Branka explained, her plan already taking shape, "we make him believe it brave. Very brave. And that it will make him... more popular. Tougher.”


"But who would believe that?" Siarne, still looking uncertain, piped up.


"Everyone," Kylie declared with newfound enthusiasm. "Especially Harper. He’s so desperate to be the best at everything! If we make it sound like something risky, he’ll do it!”


The girls spent the next hour meticulously crafting their strategy. The core idea was simple: convince Harper that enduring 60 seconds in the frigid pond, clad only in his underwear, was a heroic act that would elevate his status to unparalleled heights. It would make him the stuff of legend – the hero of the school who was the only one with the physical stamina and psychological daring to brave such a feat. The execution, however, would require a delicate touch and a coordinated effort.


Phase One: The Whispers of Legend


The rumour campaign began subtly, almost imperceptibly. It started with Branka, who, with her air of ancient wisdom and her "family rituals," was perfectly positioned to plant the seeds of a fabricated legend. One afternoon, during a casual conversation with a few younger students from Year 4, Branka "recalled" a story her grandmother had told her.


"In my country," she began, her voice hushed and mysterious, "there are stories of great bravery. But your country have legends, too. Like boy, many years ago, here at Broadmeadow Primary. When winter came, and pond was like ice, he went in. For sixty seconds. Only in underpants." She paused, letting the dramatic weight of her words sink in.


A young boy, wide-eyed, asked, "What happened to him?"


Branka’s eyes gleamed. "He became…legend. Most popular boy in school. All girls want to be his girlfriend. It like he was invincible. Because he was so brave..."


The story, vague enough to be plausible and fantastical enough to be intriguing, began to spread. Kylie and Siarne, armed with their roles, reinforced the narrative. Kylie, with her outgoing personality, would casually bring it up in conversations with different groups of friends. "Did you hear about that kid, I think it was ten years ago, who jumped in the pond in winter? Apparently, he became a total legend! Everyone loved him." She’d make sure to drop hints about how "brave" and "impressive" it was, knowing Harper’s ears were always open for such validation.


Siarne, quieter but observant, would add details she "overheard."


"Yeah, my cousin's older brother said it was true. He said the guy got like 3 girlfriends after it." This was a crucial detail, designed to appeal directly to Harper’s vanity and his burgeoning interest in impressing girls.


Jiya, despite her lingering resentment, played her part with surprising conviction. She would act as if she was skeptical, which ironically made the rumour seem more authentic. "Oh, come on, that's just a myth!" she'd scoff, but with a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head that suggested she was secretly intrigued. Her "disbelief" made others want to convince her, thus spreading the rumour further.


The girls worked in concert, weaving the tale into the fabric of schoolyard gossip. They made sure to mention the "sixty seconds" and "only in underpants" details repeatedly, cementing the specific parameters of the "challenge" in the collective consciousness. They even started subtly shivering and complaining about the cold as the days grew shorter and the air crisper, emphasizing the impending frigidity of the pond.


Harper, predictably, was a prime target for these whispers. He loved being the centre of attention, the subject of admiration. He’d often hover near conversations, pretending not to listen, but absorbing every word that hinted at glory or popularity. The girls saw him, out of the corner of their eyes, subtly preening, his chest puffing out a little more each time the "pond legend" was mentioned.


Phase Two: Kayla’s Ambition


The plan hinged on Harper not just hearing the rumour but internalising it as a personal challenge. And who better to deliver that challenge than Kayla Smethurst, the queen bee whose approval Harper so desperately craved? The girls knew Kayla was superficial and easily swayed by anything that promised excitement or a chance to exert her influence. They decided to feed the rumour directly to her, knowing her competitive nature would do the rest. One lunchtime, Kylie approached Kayla and her friends, feigning a casual air.


"Hey, guys. How cool is that story about the kid who jumped into the pond in winter? Can’t believe it, like, made him the most popular kid ever!"


Kayla, always keen to be in the know, raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, we heard. It kinda sounds…made up."


"I know, right?" Kylie agreed, playing along. "But everyone's talking about it. They’re saying all the girls were obsessed with him."


This last detail piqued Kayla's interest. She prided herself on being the most attractive girl in school, and the idea of someone else gaining "super attractive" status, especially through a daring feat, was both intriguing and, in a strange way, threatening.


"So, like, anyone could do it?" Kayla asked, a glint in her eye.


"Well, it's supposed to be really hard," Kylie said, subtly adding fuel to the fire. "Sixty seconds, in just your undies, when it's freezing. That’s crazy!”


Kayla scoffed, but the wheels in her mind were clearly turning. She loved a good spectacle, and the thought of someone attempting such a "brave" act, especially if it involved a boy, appealed to her sense of drama. The next day, the girls saw the fruits of their labour. During recess, Kayla, surrounded by her usual entourage, approached Harper. The girls watched from a distance, barely containing their excitement.


"Harper," Kayla began, her voice dripping with a calculated mix of challenge and admiration, "Did you hear about that pond thing that everyone’s talking about?”


Harper, ever eager for Kayla's attention, puffed out his chest. "Oh, yeah! He lasted like 60 seconds in there, just in his undies?"


Kayla nodded, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Everyone’s saying it’s made up. Like, a whole minute? In just your undies, when the water's freezing?! Do you think anyone could actually do it?"


Harper’s ego, already inflated to bursting point by months of unchecked arrogance and the subtle whispers of legend, swelled even further. He saw his chance to solidify his position, not just as the best athlete, but as the bravest, most impressive boy in school. He imagined the cheers, the admiring glances, especially from Kayla.


"Anyone?" Harper scoffed, a confident smirk on his face. "Of course, I could do it. It sounds easy."


Kayla’s eyes widened, a hint of surprise mixed with genuine intrigue. "You would? Really? That would be... amazing, Harper!"


"Of course," Harper declared, basking in her attention. "When do you want to see it? After school? The whole class can watch."


Kayla grinned, her plan, unknowingly orchestrated by the girls, falling perfectly into place. "Perfect! We'll spread the word. Everyone will be there."


“I’ll do it next Wednesday. We have gym that day, so I’ll have my towel with me” Harper nonchalantly added, Kayla nodded furiously in agreement.


The girls, from a distance, exchanged triumphant glances. Phase Two had been a resounding success. Harper, blinded by his own vanity, had walked right into their trap.


Phase Three: The Swap


With the trap set, the girls moved onto the most critical and delicate part of their plan. All of them realised at the start that being too obvious with the rumour and acting as if someone had done the dare totally naked was never going to work, and Harper would be at pains to ensure he was wearing sturdy underwear that wouldn’t be see-through. Through their huddled discussions in the playground, in class, on the walks home from school, they’d concluded that his underwear would have to come off in the pond, out of sight of everyone until he walked out. They wracked their brains over and over again: How could we get him to take his undies off without the rest of the kids knowing, and without Harper having to be completely in a trance? They reasoned that if Harper looked as vacant and hypnotised walking into the pond as he had in the library someone would obviously suspect Branka and the girls. Siarne, of all girls, floated the idea of getting some dissolvable prank underwear that would disappear within the 60-second timeframe, apparently something triggering in her a memory of a game-show episode she’s seen years ago where this very prank was executed at a busy swimming pool. This was their ‘Eureka’ moment, and the girls all agreed that this was the right pathway. The girls made arrangements to discuss the plan in detail over a phone call on Friday.


"Okay," Branka stated that evening during the call with the other three girls, her voice serious. "We need those underpants. How we get them?” Kylie, who had already done some preliminary research, chimed in.


"I found a joke shop in the city! They sell 'disappearing' swimwear and underwear for pranks. They dissolve in water, just like we need!"


"Perfect!" Jiya exclaimed, a rare spark of genuine excitement in her voice. "How do we get them?"


"Me and my Mum are going to the city this weekend," Kylie explained. "I’ll be able to sneak off and buy them, they don’t cost much…"


“But…if we manage to swap them and, like, they’re the wrong colour or something, he’ll get suspicious…” Siarne added with concern.


“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve seen Harper’s undies in his bag so many times at the beach. He just shoves them in his backpack when he gets changed there. He has three colours – blue, white and red” Kylie answered matter-of-factly.


“Perfect. We all give money after you buy. Get three colours, and we swap the right colour on day” Branka added, with surprising animation. Far from the usual stoicism and flat-affect, Branka seemed to be getting more excited as the day approached. Her ego had taken an acute hit with the failure of her initial plan, so she had to make double-sure this one went off without a hitch.


The following Monday, Kylie arrived at school with a small, discreet package. Inside were three pairs of seemingly ordinary boys' briefs, in blue, white and red.


"These are them," she whispered, holding them up for the others to see. "They look totally normal, but the website said they'll practically vanish in cold water after about ten seconds."


"Excellent," Branka said, taking them and examining the fabric. "Now, how we do swap. This is most important part. What time Harper have gym class?"


"Wednesday at 1pm" Siarne replied, consulting her timetable. "After lunch. And he always leaves his bag in the change rooms during lunch."


This was their window. The plan was meticulously detailed. On Wednesday, during the lunch break, while Harper was out on the oval playing football, the girls would execute the swap.


"Jiya, you're the fastest," Branka instructed. "You will be the lookout. Stand near the change room door, pretend to be tying your shoelace or something. If anyone comes, you cough twice."


Jiya nodded, her face grim with determination. "Got it."


"Kylie," Branka continued, " You'll go in. Find Harper's bag. He always keep clothes in there, right?"


"Yeah," Kylie confirmed. "He just stuffs all his clothes in there when he changes into his workout gear”


"Good," Branka said. "You open bag, find his underwear. Siarne, you follow Kylie. You will make swap. Be quick. Be silent."


Siarne nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and exhilaration. "Deal. We’ll make it super quick!”


Branka then turned to Kylie. "And after the swap, you put normal underwear in your bag. We need make sure he has no other option."


The day of the dare, Wednesday, dawned with a crisp, biting wind – perfect weather for their plan. The air crackled with anticipation. News of Harper's "brave plunge" had spread like wildfire throughout the school. Even kids from Year 3 were talking about it. During morning classes, Harper was insufferable. He strutted around, making exaggerated comments about "getting ready for the big event" and flexing his muscles. Kayla and her friends trailed him, giggling and egging him on. The girls watched him, their faces carefully neutral, but inside, a storm of vindication was brewing. Lunchtime arrived. The moment of truth.


"Remember the signals," Branka whispered to the group as they headed towards the oval, choosing their route deliberately to pass the boys’ changing rooms. Harper, predictably, was already on the field, kicking a football around with a few boys in his workout gear.


"Okay, go," Branka urged Jiya, Kylie and Siarne.


Jiya, feigning a sudden need to re-tie her shoelace, positioned herself strategically near the change room door, her eyes darting nervously. Siarne, her small frame almost invisible, slipped quietly through the door. Kylie followed, her heart hammering against her ribs.


The change room was dimly lit and smelled faintly of old socks and disinfectant. Kylie quickly located Harper's bright blue sports bag, of which she’d seen countless times before at the beach, slung carelessly over a bench. Siarne unzipped it, her fingers fumbling slightly in her haste. Inside, scrunched-up, was a fresh pair of red cotton briefs.


"Got them," she whispered, pulling them out.


Her hands trembling slightly, Siarne took the normal underwear and quickly replaced them with the identical-looking dissolvable pair. The swap was seamless. She folded the normal briefs and tucked them deep into Kylie’s backpack, which she had brought specifically for this purpose.


"Done," Kylie breathed, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her.


Siarne zipped Harper's bag back up. They exchanged a quick, silent glance of triumph and slipped out of the change room. Jiya, still "tying" her shoelace, gave them a subtle nod. They walked away, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, their innocent expressions masking the audacious act they had just committed.


1pm rolled around and gym class proceeded as usual before the bell rang and the now-sweaty kids all finished up their exercises. Harper, oblivious, made his way to the changing rooms to change into his now-doomed underpants. The girls watched him from across the playground as he made his way inside, a mixture of dread and anticipation churning in their stomachs. He was so confident, and so utterly unaware of the humiliation that awaited him. He emerged after around 5 minutes in his normal clothes and, presumably, the dissolvable red underpants he had no suspicions of. His body language signified that he was blissfully unaware that he was wearing something that, in a matter of hours, would lead to the most humiliating and psyche-destroying exposure of his young life. But before he could make his way to the final class of the day, Branka decided to make double-sure their plan wouldn’t fail.


“You guys wait here. I need do something…” she hurriedly announced to the other girls before making a beeline over to Harper.


“Wait…what you gonna say?!” Siarne replied in desperation, secretly afraid that Branka was having second thoughts. But, by the time she’d managed to spit out her question, Branka was already marching her way over to him.


“Harper. You still doing dare?” she asked, innocently, as she sneakily positioned herself in front of him.


“Yeah! It’s not big deal, I’d be able to last an hour in there” he dismissively answered, a smug grin forming on his proud face. Branka, very subtly, removed her pendant from the front of her shirt and gently started rocking it back-and-forth. This caught Harper’s eye.


“Oh, you could last entire day! You very brave boy…” Branka sweetly responded as Harper’s eyes started to glaze over.


“Yeah…the whole day…” he responded slowly, falling under Branka’s hypnosis.


“It so cold in there. Your underwear will feel strange. Like they not there. But this normal, it just the cold pond. So don’t pay attention, yes?” Branka said with more force as she rocked the pendant continually back-and-forth, back-and-forth.


“I won’t…it’s normal…” Harper drawled now deep in a trance, nodding in agreement to ignore any strange sensations he’ll be feeling.


“It will feel like you naked. But you not. It just cold. And cold won’t hurt brave boy like you, will it?” Branka cloyingly instructed, eliciting an obedient nod from the entranced boy.


“Good! And you not remember this chat. All you remember is to ignore strange feelings in pond. It all normal, yes?” Branka added, as the boy simply grunted “Uh-huh” in agreement.


“Good! Now, go to class. We see each other at pond” she cheerily ordered as she stuffed her pendant back into her top. Harper snapped out of it and, without even an acknowledgement, walked straight past the smirking girl to his final class of the day. The other girls ran over to her.


“What did you say?!” Kylie chirped through barely contained giggles.


“You see. This gonna be fun!” Branka mysteriously responded as the other girls quietly tittered in anticipation.