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Chapter 20: Petticoated

A Peek Inside the Panties

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 walking, laying the bag on the double bed. I remained where I was, still feeling quite ashamed 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?” she asked, eyes glued to my mortified face.

Julie let out a delighted laugh as she rummaged through her bag. “You really are something, aren’t you, little sister?” 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 continued 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, you look like a little girl…it’s only fitting that you should wear a festive little girl’s party dress.”

She draped the dress on a hanger and hung it on the back bedpost, then started sifting through her bag again. I couldn’t take my eyes off 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 nightie so we can get him ready?”

Julie watched our reactions closely. One was of utter anguish and the other of extreme delight.

“You betcha!” squealed Felicity, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she reached for the spaghetti straps of the nightgown and pulled them off my shoulders.

I instinctively recoiled, 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 got this,” Felicity interrupted with confidence, wagging her finger 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 an embarrassing 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 play nice and make this easy or you can be obstinate and earn yourself a humiliating 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,” Felicity chirped, thoroughly satisfied with herself.

She gently tugged the straps from my shoulders and let go, stepping back to witness the natural descent of the nightgown as it pooled around my ankles. The tips of the fingers of both of her hands sprang to her lips as she let out a squeal of delighted disbelief at the sight of me—smooth legs and all, trembling, and wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties.

“Oh, my goodness!” she gasped, absolutely tickled.

I could only cover myself with my hands, cheeks blazing.

“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 and lifted my feet one at a time to separate me from the nightgown.

“My, my, look at these pretty legs,” she observed, brushing her fingers up my calf in a slow, appraising stroke. “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.

Julie stood and ran her hands across the seat of my panties, her expression devilish. “And such darling panties, too. Do you like your panties, Blondie?” she teased.

I said nothing, staring miserably at the floor.

She raised her arms and interlaced her fingers behind her head, elbows wide. “Go like this, Blondie, I want to see something.”

I hesitated, but I knew there was no use resisting. I complied. Julie giggled.

“Just as I thought—not a hair anywhere,” she said as she looked at my smooth underarms.

I stood there, frozen, helpless, and exposed—just the way they liked me.

“Stand up straight, and don’t you dare move your hands—I want to see one more thing,” Julie warned with a devilish glint in her eye.

To my horror, she hooked her finger into the front of the panties and pulled the waistband outward, then peered in. Her smirk widened. “Well, at least you’ve got some hair,” she teased, before letting the elastic snap back. She turned, chuckling, and sauntered back toward the bed.

“I wanna see, I wanna see!” Felicity chimed in gleefully.

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. Eyes squeezed shut, I braced myself as I felt the elastic pull away again. Her hair tickled my stomach as she peered down. 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?” Julie asked, clearly enjoying the show.

Felicity beamed. “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 uproariously, while 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 had 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 laughed again as I turned yet another shade of red.


The Petticoat

“Okay,” Julie said, clapping her hands together. “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?” she asked sweetly. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

“It’s an old-fashioned term for putting a boy in girls’ clothes, usually against his will,” she continued, pulling out something white, fluffy, and terrifying. “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 and cupped my chin in her hand.

“Don’t worry, sweetie," she teased. "You’ll look gorgeous in your new finery. Little girls can’t expect to wear their party dress without their petticoat,” Julie cooed, pinching my cheek before handing the garment to her sister.

“Felicity, darling, would you like to do the honors?”

“Oh, yes please!” Felicity replied, practically bouncing with excitement.

She lifted it over my head and tugged it down, adjusting the shoulder straps and fluffing out the skirt. She stepped back and looked me up and down.

“Oh my gosh! You must come see, Blondie!” She grabbed my hand and led me to the full-length mirror.

What stared back at me was a very red-faced sixteen-year-old boy adorned in a frilly, fluffy, short white petticoat that flared out like an umbrella, short and poofy and horrifically feminine. I stared at myself in disbelief.

Julie appeared at my other side. “Oh, he looks adorable,” she purred. “What do you think, Blondie, are you getting in touch with your feminine side?”

I shook my head, eyes wide with disbelief. They just giggled.

“Come, my petticoated one,” Julie teased, leading me back to the bed. “Let’s finish your outfit.”

The petticoat made an audible swish-swish as I walked, adding to my mortification. Julie patted the mattress, gesturing for me to sit. I did, and instantly regretted it as the skirt shot up high, prompting another delighted squeal from Felicity. She ducked down, trying to peek underneath. Mortified, I clamped my knees together and pressed the petticoat down with both hands—realizing to my disgust I had just done exactly what a little girl would’ve done. Felicity noticed.

“What’s the matter, Blondie?” she teased. “Don’t want me to see your panties?”

“Let’s finish dressing our little sweetheart,” Julie laughed, plopping beside me.

My humiliation continued as I was being treated like a little girl, unable to dress herself. Julie picked up my foot and laid it on her thigh, slipping a frilly white anklet onto it. “Just like the ones Becky and Brenda had you wear at the mall, remember?” she said sweetly. “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 pretty new Mary Janes?" she asked, voice syrupy sweet. "They’re brand new. Becky told me your size, and it looks like they're a perfect fit.” She handed the other shoe to Felicity, who eagerly applied it on my other foot, and once I was buckled in, she took my hand again.

“Let’s go see, Blondie!” she squealed merrily.

Back at the mirror, a distraught, red-faced boy in a petticoat stared back at me, only this time he was wearing frilly anklets and little girls' shoes.

“Stay right here while I go get your dress,” ordered Felicity.


The Little Girls’ Party Dress

Before I could recover, she was already sliding the baby blue party dress down over my head. I watched with incredulity as the hem of the dress dropped down, coming to a halt about an inch above the petticoat. Julie zipped me up from the back while Felicity fussed with the sleeves and hem.

Then came the pièce de résistance—Julie pinning a giant baby-blue bow to the top of my head. She adjusted it with precision until it stuck out just right. I wanted to sink through the floor.

“Ohhh, Blondie,” Julie sang. “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 the latest humiliation. But it wasn’t over.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” exclaimed Julie as she spun toward her bag. “Felicity, would you be a dear and help Blondie out of her panties? I’ve got something much more appropriate for a little girl.”


Ruffled Panties

Felicity was all too happy to comply. I felt violated as she kneeled, reached up my dress (oh my God, I just called it my dress—I mean the dress), and in one swift motion pulled the panties down to my ankles. I involuntarily flinched at the invasion.

I flinched again when she reached under the petticoat to peek. She looked up at me and grinned, while I blushed redder again.

Just then I saw the reflection of a new pair of panties being stretched out by Julie above my head. They were very frilly, with ruffles across the rear.

“Time for your frou-frous, little girl,” giggled Julie as she kneeled at my feet. I complied subserviently by lifting my feet (hey, what else could I do at this point?), and she pulled the little girlish panties up my legs.

When she was done, she gave me a gentle, cheeky squeeze between the legs, causing me to jump and let out a high-pitched squeal. It was like a little girl’s squeal. Both girls howled with laughter.

Julie then turned me around, so my back was facing the mirror. “Turn your head and take a look, sweetie,” Julie directed.

I did so, and to my dismay I noticed that a couple of layers of ruffles from the panties showed below the petticoat and dress. When I tried to tug the dress down, it popped right back up.

“They’re going to love your pretty frou-frous, Princess,” Julie grinned.

I winced, realizing that even more of the panties would show as I walked around, not to mention how many layers would be exposed if I bent over. I tried to repel it, but a tiny tear started rolling down my cheek. Julie, feigning compassion, stepped in close and gently wiped it away.

“I think she’s shy about showing off her pretty new get-up, Felicity. “Don’t cry, little girl,” she said. “They’re going to love your pretty dress. You’ll be a big hit, I promise.”

I embarrassed myself even more, as the harder I fought the tears, the more they came. “Please… don’t make me go out there like this,” I begged, voice cracking.

But Julie just smiled. “Now, now,” she said, as she took my hand. “I think the best medicine for you is to go out to the party and play with your friends. Felicity, take her other hand."

“No, please!” I whimpered.

But the door was opening, and I was being led forward—petticoat swishing—as they pulled their reluctant little doll toward the party.

“Please, no!” I begged. The two of them tried to lead me through the doorway. I just couldn’t go through with it, and I held back, resisting the tug on my hands.


A Spanking

“All right, that does it, I’ve had just about enough of you, young lady!” Julie yelled at me, as if she was really upset. In retrospect, I think she was looking for an excuse to spank me. She reached over to the dresser and grabbed a hairbrush.

“Pull up her petticoat, Felicity.”

“No, please!” I yelped in protest, but Felicity was already behind me, happily flipping up the fluffy white layers.

“Pull down her panties,” Julie said.

“No! Nooo!”

My pleas just added fuel to their fire as Felicity yanked the panties down to my knees and held the petticoat up my back. I knew that to resist any more would only make matters worse.

I barely had time to breathe before—Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Six sharp blows in quick succession from the back of the hairbrush smacked against my ass, three on each cheek. It took a few short seconds for the pain to register, but when it did.…man, I’m here to tell you that it throbbed furiously.

“Ow!-Ow!-Ow!-Ow!” I squealed, hopping in place while cradling my butt cheeks with both hands. The girls burst into peals of laughter. I must’ve looked completely ridiculous—jumping up and down like that, with frilly panties dangling at my knees, and the petticoat and dress raising up and down with each jump.

When the pain finally began to subside, I pulled the panties back up with shaky hands. Julie wiped a tear from her eye—from laughing too hard.

“Oh, God, Blondie, that was too funny. I’m sorry the girls missed that one." She leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now, are you ready to come join the party or do we have to discipline you further?” There was silence. “Answer me, Blondie.”

“I…I’m ready,” I replied subserviently.

“That’s a good girl. Now let’s get you fixed up—your bow’s gone crooked, and you’ve wrinkled your pretty petticoat.”

Like a doting big sister, Julie gently fluffed the skirt, straightened the anklets, and adjusted the baby-blue bow in my hair. She used the hairbrush to straighten my hair, though it was fairly short. When she spotted a stray tear, she brushed it from my cheek with the front of her index finger.

“There, there, sweetheart, everything will be okay,” she teased. “Soon everyone will get to see just how precious you look.”

That didn’t help.

"Let’s not keep them waiting any longer, sugar pie."

Julie took one hand, and Felicity the other. This time I didn’t resist, and I was led through the hallway in my wretchedness. When we entered the living room—well, I’m sure you can well imagine the uproar. The shrieks of surprise and delight were almost deafening.

“Oh my God!”

“Look at him!”

“He’s such a sissy!”

“Oh, shit, this is too much!”

“Look at that pretty little dress!”

“And that petticoat!”

"And those smooth, girly legs!”

“How adorable!”

“Poor little baby, she’s been crying!”

I can’t really remember who said what, but the scornful comments went on for a while as I stood alone in the middle of the living room, so humiliated that I just stood transfixed, face throbbing with embarrassment, unable to move a muscle.

After the noise subsided somewhat, the girls really started having their fun….

* * * * * *

I’ve really gone on much longer than I intended to, and it’s been painful enough, so I’m not going to go into detail of what went on for the next hour or so. But here’s a quick rundown of what I was made to do while dolled up in that wretched party dress—and yes, two separate threats of a bare-assed spanking did get me moving when I hesitated:

—Curtsy to each girl—lifting the dress and petticoat high enough to flash my panties each time.

—Play “Patty-Cake” with Marcia (who insisted we do the full routine—twice).

—Perform the entire “Hokey Pokey,” frilly skirt bouncing with every twist.

—Perform “I’m a Little Teapot.”

—Stand in the middle of the room holding up the petticoat while the giggling girls made mocking comments on the panties and my “pretty” legs.

I think you get the picture. It was total, unrelenting humiliation.

Unfortunately, the night was still young, and the sadistic seven, who were in their glory, had plenty more degradations in store for me.

Next time around, when I gather up the courage to give another account, I’ll tell you how I was rendered naked by the precocious, demonic Felicity.

I will tell you this much right now: I’d gladly take the petticoat treatment again over what came next.

Chapter 21: Felicity

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,” Julie said, casually heading for the hallway that led to Becky’s bedroom. Her voice was cheerful, almost singsong. “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 menace chirped, practically bouncing on her heels. But then, she tilted her head with an expression that had “trouble” written all over it. “Actually, Julie….could I ask for a little 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, really like to take Blondie back there by myself. You know….so we can get to know each other better,” she teased while staring me down with a sly grin.

Julie threw her head back and laughed. “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 special night, and you’re going to do anything she asks. Got it?”

I gulped and gave a small, miserable nod.

“Look at that face,” Julie grinned. “He’s thrilled. Off you go!”

“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.

“Sit,” she commanded, patting the bed next to the dreaded bag. “Let’s get you undressed.”

With extreme apprehension over what lay in store for me, I sat on the bed. My feet dangled above the carpet, making it easier for her to kneel and begin with my shoes.

“Isn’t this great, Blondie?” she said sweetly while fiddling with the buckles. “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 godawful experience was engaging in conversation with this fiend. But she had other ideas. She stood up and pointed her index finger at 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 is really going to be hell.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand,” I said sullenly without looking at her.

She kneeled 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 working 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, Blondie.”

“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 really didn't like where she was going with this.

“Aww, that’s too bad. I’d love to see you dance for us in one of Julie’s outfits. It’s my birthday—do you think you can dance for me tonight?” The prospect horrified me, but I had to be cooperative.

“We’ll see,” I said.

“Oh, that will be a treat," she said while clapping her hands together. "I’ll bet you’re a good dancer.” She paused and took in the wretched expression on my face, which only egged her on. "Maybe we can take all your clothes off and you can perform a naked dance for me," she said excitedly.

I couldn't think of anything more humiliating. "No, please....." I said, my voice trailing off.

"Oh, Blondie, I'm going to have so much fun with you," she said. "This is the best birthday present ever!"

She pulled the dress completely off and left me standing there in the petticoat, face burning.

She stepped in front of me and gazed at me, grinning widely. “How delightful. You really do blush like a little girl.”

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. I heard such delicious things.”

“W-what do you want to know?” I was stalling. I really didn’t want to relive that humiliation, especially under those 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 knelt to continue with matters at hand. I looked down to see the garment being pulled further down, exposing the frilly panties. Felicity had an impassioned look on her face. She looked like she was having the time of her young life.

"Tell me!" she pressed.

“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, feeling my modesty being severely threatened.

“Continue!”

“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 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.

She clapped her hands. “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, shamefaced.

“Go like this.” She made two fists and put both hands on her hips, elbows pointing to the sides. I struck the pose.

She walked around me slowly, drinking it all in. “Oh my. Look at you. Just adorable. But.…” She trailed a finger down my tummy, stopping at the waistband. “….these are going to have to come off so you can model your next outfit.”

She reached for the waistband of the panties, studying me intently. She got the reaction she wished for as 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. We’ll save that for later. For now, we need to find you something cute 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.” She held up a very feminine peach-colored pajama set. “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 genitals. Felicity sensed my apprehension; she was perceptive beyond her years. “Okay, I’ll give you the choice: the pjs or the babydoll. You pick.”

I didn’t hesitate. “The pjs.”

I should have known better than to expect any compassion from the little monster. “Oh, you silly boy,” she laughed as she tossed the pajamas back into the bag and lifted the babydoll high. “You’re quite the shy one, aren’t you? We don’t want to hide those pretty, girly legs from all your guests, now, do we?” She clutched the babydoll to her chest and gave me a wink.

“Now come here, sweetie. It’s time to take off your panties.


Taking Down the Panties

“Hmm, how shall we do 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 in front of this girl was more than I could stomach at the time. Some desperate part of me still held out hope for mercy. “Please….” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

“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, eyes glued to the carpet. My silence only energized her more.

“Why is that, Blondie?” Again, I didn’t answer. That didn’t slow her down. She was thriving now, thoroughly enjoying my anguish. “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?”

I snapped. “Because you’re a fucking bitch!” I screamed at her without thinking.

Her face remained impassive, 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,” I muttered.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

My heart plummeted. Oh, no. Not another guest!

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 these panties off now and get you ready." With that she pulled out a stool from near the dresser and set it in the middle of the room. “Step up here, sweetie, so I won’t have to bend over when I pull your panties down.”

Feeling utterly defeated, I stepped up, facing her. My hands instinctively cupped the small bulge in the panties as she stood grinning, eye-level with my humiliation.

Felicity grasped the hem on each side with her fingers, and held them there, teasing me. She looked up expectantly. “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, be a good boy and ask me nicely to take down your panties.”

I nearly choked on the words, but somehow I got them out. “Would you please take down my panties?”

She beamed. “Why certainly, sweetheart,” she replied with pleasure in her voice. “Would you kindly put your hands behind your head so I can do that for you?”

I hesitated, then interlocked my fingers and raised my arms, exposed and completely vulnerable. My sense of dread was extreme.

Felicity took a long, slow look at me, then smiled. 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 warily.

“And you’re just about to be in your birthday suit, right?” Again I nodded, apprehensively preparing for whatever might be coming out of her mouth next.

Her eyes gleamed. “Well then....it would be special if you could sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me while your panties are coming down. Will you do that for me, Blondie?”

I groaned inwardly, but I nodded resignedly. What else could I do?

"Oh, goodie!" she squealed while clapping her hands with delight and giving an excited little bounce. I felt like I was submitting to a ten-year-old girl.

She poised her fingers on the hems of the panties again, looking up like a kid at Christmas. “Whenever you’re ready, Blondie….”

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.

“Sing it slower!” she urged. She was really getting caught up in the moment.

♬“Happy birthday to you.”♬ The panties were now slipping past my penis. Felicity giggled 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 return. I opened my eyes to a squint and looked down at a girl who was nearly beside herself in youthful, jubilant ecstasy.

♬“Happy birthday to you.”♬ The panties pooled at my ankles. Felicity stepped back and fervently clapped her hands with glee.

“Bravo, Blondie! Bravo!” she squealed with delight.

Just then, the door flew open, 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 kicked in for her, her hands were at her mouth, and she was overtaken by convulsive laughter.

I buckled forward, arms clamped over my crotch, my face burning hotter than a bonfire. Becky had to lean on the doorframe for support, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. I couldn’t imagine being more embarrassed than I was at that moment. Felicity, for her part, had a triumphant grin on her face, quite proud of herself for creating such a spectacle.

When Becky finally caught her breath, she wiped her eyes and announced, “I just thought I’d let you know, Mitch is here, and he can’t wait to see you, Blondie." She paused to take in the horrified look on my face, then smiled and addressed Felicity. “Take your time, birthday girl. Don’t let us spoil your fun.”

She closed the door behind her, her laughter echoing down the hallway. Undoubtedly she was quite anxious to relay to her cohorts the scene she had just witnessed.

But I had much bigger concerns. I was, for all intents and purposes, naked and at the mercy of a girl who was cunning beyond her years and seemed hell-bent on humiliating me by any means at her disposal.