The Spellbinding Newcomer - School ENM

[Theoneandonly10]

The First Day

Broadmeadow Primary was a typical, Australian school situated in the leafy suburbs of a non-descript East-coast city. It could almost have been a carbon-copy of an Aussie school 3000kms away on the West-coast - the lovely, convict-built sandstone schoolrooms contrasting strikingly with the 1970s, demountable, semi-permanent sheds frantically constructed to house an increasing number of children as the suburbs exploded with both internal and external immigration. During the 90s the Balkan Wars were increasing in their intensity and all across the country numerous towns and cities were opening their doors to, primarily, Bosnian refugees fleeing persecution. This is where our story begins.

The four 10-year-old subjects of our story, Harper Jones, Siarne McIntyre, Kylie Robertson and Jiya Rethnasamy, had been together at Broadmeadow Primary since Year 3, and were a tight-knit clique of close friends. As they progressed through Year 6 and started contemplating what life would be like as they all left Primary and entered High School the shared apprehension seemed to bond them closer together. Harper, with his boyish good-looks and athletic, tanned physique, was best friends with Kylie, a stunning blonde with a natural beauty only a sunkissed Australian girl could pull off. They could be described as the closest out of the group. Not in a romantic sense, but they shared a love of surfing (and all sports, really) and constantly engaged in friendly banter, not unlike a pair of rough-and-tumble siblings. Siarne, being of Irish heritage, had a mop of ginger hair flowing delicately over her freckle-adorned face, and although quiet and shy, could leave the group in stitches with a well-timed barb or cutting jibe. Jiya was a modest and studious girl of Indian descent, who also had a hopeless crush on Harper. She kept this incredibly well-hidden from the group and none of them suspected otherwise. On one particular morning as they all arrived at school and gathered at their usual spot in the playground they noticed a new face amongst the crowd. A young, 10-year-old olive-skinned girl sat alone on one of the benches, nervously looking around the playground. Her chestnut-brown hair, styled in a long, braided ponytail rested proudly on her shoulder, her traditional floral dress signifying that she definitely wasn't local. Gold bracelets gently swayed around her wrists as she fidgeted with a small carving she had hanging around her neck, her piercing green eyes scanning the playground for any threats. 

"Whoa, that must be one of those Bosnian girls from the news" Harper announced, mystified as he studied her closely

"Yeah, Mum said that there'd be some sent here" Kylie replied

"Let's go say something to her" Jiya added, more of an instruction than a request

The four kids walked over to where the young girl was sitting, as she looked up nervously without saying a word.

"Hi! What's your name?" Kylie asked confidently, holding out her hand politely 

"H-hi...my name Branka" the young girl stuttered through broken English with a thick, Bosnian accent, as she reached out tentatively and shook Kylie's hand

"Pleased to meet ya! I'm Kylie, this is Harper, Siarne and Jiya. Wanna hang out with us?" Kylie cheerily replied. 

"Yes, I love that!" Branka beamed, her eyes shining and a big grin spread across her face.

"Come on, then. We'll teach you how to play handball" Kylie replied as Branka stood up and started walking over to the handball courts with the four others.

"How long have you been in Australia now?" Harper asked curiously

"Two month now. It very different to my country" Branka responded quietly, as she continued nervously fidgeting with the intricate wooden carving adorning her neck

"I'll bet! What's that thing?" Siarne enquired, pointing towards the carving 

"Oh, this? It very old relic. Been in family for long time..." Branka softly replied, her grip tightening around the mysterious pendant

"How long? What does it do?" Jiya asked, the curiosity of the four kinds now piqued

"We have it for 300 years. It...it just...it for decoration" Branka stuttered, obviously hiding something that she didn't yet feel ready to divulge

"Fair enough, it looks cool!" Kylie added, before whipping a tennis ball out and starting the game of handball. For the next 20 minutes or so the kids all took turns teaching Branka this strange, new Australian past-time as she, surprisingly, adapted extremely quickly and comfortably held her own against the four other kids. Harper and Kylie, the sportiest of the group, seemed impressed at the level of adaptability this young, exotic Bosnian girl was demonstrating! As the bell rang to signal the start of classes the five kids, increasingly confident that Branka would be a welcomed addition to their little friend group, collected their things and headed off to their classroom. Throughout the course of the day Branka settled in and started to warm up, offering snippets of information about her life, hobbies, dreams and aspirations. It became quite clear that Branka was seeking peace and, having experienced the trauma of war first-hand, was looking for a supportive group of friends to help her forget the period of her young life. And, it seemed, she'd found it in Harper, Jiya, Siarne and Kylie. 

The Following Weeks

As the weeks passed and she started getting closer to the other four kids, the dynamics of the group started to subtly shift. Branka, far from the nervous and timid girl they all first encountered huddled by herself on a cold, lonely bench at the far end of the playground, started to emerge as a confident, tough and worldly young girl who'd already harboured burdens of life more often reserved for people far into their adulthood. She became the girl the others would go to for advice and guidance, and took on far more of a dominant role than the other's would have suspected initially. One day during lunch, around 6 weeks on from their first encounter, Branka received her first dose of attempted bullying.

"Oi, Branka! Where do you hide your guns?!" came the cry from across the playground. It was Kayla Smethurst, one of the most popular girls in school, obviously looking for a way to antagonise the young Bosnian. All five kids turned around to see where the cry had come from, simultaneously locking eyes on Kayla.

"Shut up, Kayla, idiot!" Kylie shot back immediately

"Or what, blondie? What you gonna do about it?!" Kayla replied as she started marching over towards the group

"Just leave her alone, she hasn't done anything to you!" Siarne spat out as Kayla made her way closer.

As the young girl closed the distance with three of her friends in tow, Branka calmly put her hand on Siarne's shoulder and moved her aside gently, assuming a protective pose. Branka's gaze didn't deviate from Kayla as the young girl stood face-to-face with her.

"Well, where are they? In your backpack? Under your dress?" Kayla mockingly asked her, arms folded as a supercilious smug crept across her lips. Branka just stood there exuding a withering calmness, as Kayla sensed something was amiss.

"Well...aren't ya gonna say something?!" she managed to stammer as Branka simply gazed back in silence. 

As the stand-off continued Branka slowly reached up and gently started rocking her little pendant back-and-forth. Slowly, at first, but with increasing rhythm as Kayla's eyes were drawn down towards it. Over the course of a few seconds Kayla's smirk subsided, replaced with an almost empty stare as her eyes followed the movement of the pendant back-and-forth, back-and-forth, back-and-forth.

"I think now you go" Branka softly instructed as she slowly started to reduce the rhythm of the mysterious pendant. Kayla took a few seconds to respond as the vacant look retreated from her face and, briefly looking up to make eye-contact with Branka, started slowly backing away.

"Um...yeah...I...um...I've gotta go" Kayla stammered in confusion as she glanced at the other four kids before turning around and walking off. Her friends stared at her as she walked by, before joining her in silence as Branka stood there proudly, letting go of her pendant and folding her arms in triumph. The kids all looked at her in shock.

"How...why...what was that?!" Jiya managed to ask breathlessly

"How did you do that?! That was...like...magic or something!" Siarne added, as she wrapped her arm around Branka proudly

"It old trick. My family use it for centuries. It keep us safe..." Branka answered as the rest of the kids hung on her every word

"So...you can, like, control people?" Harper nervously enquired

"Only cruel people" she replied solemnly. The rest of the kids, still amazed by what they'd seen, listened intently

"Or...people who have things to hide" Branka then slyly added, looking over at Harper with an almost imperceptible smirk

"Well, lucky that's not any of us!" Kylie offered, patting Branka on the back as if to lighten the mood

"Yeah! We're open books!" Harper added, confidently

"Of course..." Branka slowly responded, a slight hint of skepticism lacing her response

"Can you do it again to someone? We won't tell anyone! Honest!" Siarne asked

"Yeah, it'll be our secret! We swear, right guys?!" Jiya pleaded, with Harper and Kylie nodding in furious agreement

"No! It not a toy! This only for serious things!" Branka forcefully responded in a tone that left no room for disagreement, grabbing the pendant and stuffing it down her shirt out of view of the curious kids

"Oh, come on! Just one more time!" Harper begged, clasping his hands together in mock prayer

"No! Be careful what you wish for, Harper" Branka shot back, wagging her finger in his face as if to scold a petulant child

"Argh, fine. Have it your way. I reckon it was just luck, anyway" he replied in frustration

"It not luck! It family ritual!" Branka forcefully responded with a scowl

"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, I'm gonna play handball. Who wants to come?" Harper dismissively replied as he dug a tennis ball out of his pocket and started off on his way to the handball courts. Kylie enthusiastically nodded and trotted off after him, as Siarne, Jiya and Branka hung back

"I like Harper. But he very big show off sometimes. He think he big and tough" Branka quietly announced to the two girls

"Yeah, he's cool...but I can see what you mean" Siarne added in agreement

"He's not that bad, guys. He's just...you know...confident!" Jiya replied in defence of the young boy

"In my country there is saying - Pas koji laje ne ujeda" Branka responded in Bosnian 

"What does that mean?" Siarne asked

"The dog that barks doesn't bite" she answered with a sly grin, as the two girls chuckled in response

"Come on, guys. Let's go play handball" Jiya instructed, grabbing the two girls by the hands and leading them over to the courts to join Harper and Kylie. 

Fraying Friendships

Over the next few weeks the kids' curiosity about Branka's mystical pendant only increased, but they knew better than to push the issue with her. To be honest, the entire spectacle had frightened the girls ever-so-slightly. Only Harper seemed disinterested and dismissive of the entire thing, something which was secretly causing Branka a decent amount of frustration. As it turns out, Branka was a proud girl and having endured things Australian kids couldn't even begin to imagine had started to see herself as someone to be respected, if not feared. Harper had also started to gain more confidence as the weeks progressed and the term dragged on, largely due to his increased surfing skills. He now easily outshone Kylie whenever they went to the beach together, and having demonstrated his solid prowess had taken to hanging out with a few of the local high-school students to learn from their surfing experience. Harper's growing arrogance and attitude towards the group was starting to wear thin on both Kylie and Branka. One lunchtime, upon scoring the winning point after one intense session of handball in a contest which has been easily dominated by Harper, he even took to standing on the benches next to the court and, lifting his arms up and flexing his biceps in victory, proclaiming:

"I am invincible!"

Siarne rolled her eyes while Jiya simply looked up adoringly at the posing boy, his confidence actually increasing the strength of her crush on him. Kylie and Branka, however, just glared at him in annoyance. 

"You guys are getting worse! I'm gonna play football with the boys for a bit, you should stay here and practice!" he jeered with an arrogant smirk, before turning his back on the group and sprinting off to join the boys in a game of footy

"God! He's being so annoying lately!" Kylie proclaimed as she stuffed her tennis ball into her bag angrily 

"He's....changing, that's for sure" Siarne added quietly, still too shy to express anything other than mild distaste

"I know why he change like this" Branka responded, with a quiet confidence that piqued the interest of the other girls

"Why? Because he's got the show-off gene?!" Kylie spat back, still annoyed that he was outshining her in every sport now

"No. It the opposite of that" she quietly replied, leaning in towards the other girls as if to signal that she had a big secret to divulge

"What do you mean? Tell!" Jiya enquired in rushed tones

"I see this kind of boy in my country all the time. We call them 'Kurcic'" Branka quietly giggled back

"What does that mean?" Kylie asked

"It mean he very small. You know, down there..." Branka replied through stifled laughter and pointing mischievously to her crotch

"No way! There's no way he's small! Look how tall he is!" Jiya frantically implored, obviously trying to convince herself as well as the others that he was of normal size

"I see it all the time. My country different to yours. In my country, boys don't care about being naked. We see them in rivers, in pools, in baths. Except boys with little ones, they never go naked. And they always loud, always brag, always show off. I bet you money that Harper as small as them" Branka matter-of-factly informed the shell-shocked girls

"Wait...you've seen boys nude?" Siarne inquisitively asked

"All time. Every week. It not big deal to Bosnian people" Branka cooly replied

"How big are the boys?! You know...down there?" Kylie asked with uncharacteristic bashfulness, Siarne playfully slapping her on the arm and giggling

"Usually this big" Branka replied nonplussed, holding her hand up and indicating a length of roughly 8cm with her thumb and index finger

"...and what about the smallest ones?" Jiya enquired

"About this" Branka replied, almost disinterested, reducing the length of her estimation to roughly 4cm

"Oh, my God! Your country is so different!" Kylie giggled back

"I don't believe you" Jiya pouted, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed

"Yeah, he's just confident. That's all!" Siarne added

"Well...there's one way to prove it..." Kylie slyly offered, looking over at Branka, eyebrows raised

Branka looked around at each of the huddled girls and, without saying a word, slowly reached up, pinched her pendant between her fingers and waggled it back-and-forth as the girls all quickly came to the same realisation.

"You...you could actually...like...convince him to show us?!" Siarne frantically stammered, grabbing Branka by the arm in anticipation

"Easy. I can make him do anything" Branka proudly replied, holding her head aloft 

"But he'll remember! And then he'll tell on us!" Jiya countered. Branka just smiled and shook her head

"He won't remember anything. He'll be in trance. Like robot" she replied slowly as her grin widened 

"I...I don't believe it!" Jiya blustered, obviously looking for a way to get Harper out of this pickle

"Jiya...I know you scared. But...don't be scared. You don't need to be chicken..." Branka slowly replied, her voice taking on a melodic tone as she locked eyes with the young girl. Staring back, Jiya's face relaxed as Branka started slowly swaying the pendant back-and-forth, back-and-forth...

"Just relax...it will all be fine...everything fine..." she softly, melodiously chanted as Jiya started falling under her trance, the rhythm of the pendant increasing

"See? It better when you relax...it easy when you calm...you don't need to be afraid...even if you are a chicken" Branka almost sang as she kept swaying the pendant. The other girls watched on in amazement as Jiya's mouth hung wide open, her eyes totally glazed-over

"And what noise chicken make, Jiya?" Branka innocently asked

"BAWK BAWK!" Jiya suddenly erupted before falling back into her trance. Kylie and Siarne just watched on in sheer astonishment

"And...you're awake now" Branka smugly instructed as she stopped swaying the pendant and hid it in her hand, with Jiya snapping out of her trance almost immediately

"Wha...what just happened?" she drawled, as if she'd just awoken from a deep slumber

"Branka just proved she can do it!" Siarne giddily exclaimed as Branka shot her a proud smile

"Well...I'm up for it if you guys are?" Kylie excitedly added. Siarne and Jiya just looked at each other and, with concern giving way to unabashed curiosity, nodded back in agreement. 

"Ok. We do tomorrow. We stay after school in empty classroom. No one bother us there" Branka instructed as she tucked her pendant back into her top, signalling the end of the conversation 

The Day of Revelation

The morning rolled around and the girls all gathered in the corner of the playground in an obvious effort to hide from Harper to discuss their upcoming plan. Branka and Kylie were positively glowing but the expressions on the faced of Jiya and Siarne betrayed an inner conflict. Not only did Jiya's hidden crush have a massive influence on doing anything that may jeopardize her future chances with him, they were all acutely aware that should they be caught doing something so stunningly naughty then they faced expulsion from school and the wrath of their parents. Siarne was the first to speak up:

"Guys...I'm having second thoughts about this..." she quietly whispered, keen to ensure that no other students overheard their plan

"I know it scary, Siarne. But he becoming big show off. It not good for him" Branka counselled, extending her hand and placing it gently on her shoulder

"If we get caught, though...like, we'll all be expelled, you know?" Jiya added, the undertone of panic palpably noticeable 

"Come on, guys. This is a once in a lifetime thing! And anyway, Branka's right. He's becoming super annoying lately" Kylie replied forcefully. Jiya and Siarne looked at each other nervously, still on the fence as to whether or not to be involved in this. Before they had a chance to respond a voice from behind shattered the silence.

"Hey guys! What are you all doing? Trying to come up with a way to beat me?" Harper arrogantly queried as he pretended to throw his tennis ball right at Branka. The young girl flinched before recomposing her usually-stoic self. Kylie glared at him

"Whoa, I'm only kidding! Don't be so serious, dude" Harper patronisingly lectured Kylie, her scowl only intensifying. Harper definitely picked up on the sour vibes

"Geez, you guys really don't like losing to me, hey? Oh well, I'm gonna go play with the guys. At least they give me a decent challenge" he chortled, throwing his ball into the air and catching it with exaggerated confidence before turning his back and bounding off towards the other end of the playground. Jiya and Siarne looked at each other knowingly before turning to face Kylie and Branka

"Let's do it" Siarne said through gritted teeth, Kylie rapidly nodding in agreement as a cheeky smile crept across her face

"Smart choice" Branka replied, smirking as she again reached out and gave her a hearty pat on the back.

And with that, the four girls pulled out a tennis ball and enjoyed each other's company playing handball until the bell rang for class. Throughout the lessons they all stole cheeky glances and whispered gossip whenever they got the chance - it turned out that both Kylie and Branka suspected that Harper would be small, whereas Siarne and Jiya wagered that he would be quite well-endowed. Throughout the day it became apparent that Branka was supremely confident in her appraisal given her experiences back in Bosnia, whereas both Jiya and Siarne were reservedly optimistic rather than certain due to them basing their analysis solely on the fact that Harper was tall and athletic. Kylie, on the other hand, was simply wishing he was small so she had some more banter to exchange with him. He was still one of her best friends and she held genuine affection for the boy, but being a competitive spirit herself she desperately wanted something she could hold over him in leverage. Given it was Branka's plan she made sure to convince their teacher that she and the other four kids needed to stay back to catch-up on a significant amount of overdue homework, and they needed to book a quiet room at the back of the library to do so. She also managed to convince Harper to join them under the promise that once they were done they could all go to the beach together to splash about until dinner time. Finally, after hours of anticipation and gossip, the final bell of the day rang and all their kids gathered up their things and steamrolled out of the classroom. The four girls and Harper, however, walked casually over to the library so that Mrs. Reynolds could unlock the quiet room at the back for them. 

"Now, kids, I don't want any horseplay in here. You won't be disturbed but Ms. Dunlop will be keeping an ear out for any ruckus, do we understand?" their teacher sternly lectured as she shepherded the kids through the shelves of books and unlocked the room. Ms. Dunlop was the almost-deaf 80-year-old librarian who rarely, if ever, left the confines of her desk. When she did, her cane made a loud clanking noise as she prodded it into the heavy wooden floors of the old library. 

"Of course, Miss. We won't make a sound" Jiya maturely replied, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth!

"Very well. Make sure you pull the door shut on your way out, kids" Mrs. Reynold 

And with that, the kids filed into the room and pulled the door shut behind them. All four girls kept stealing mischievous glances with one another as they all went through the charade of getting their books and pencil cases out. Harper simply pulled out the latest Goosebumps book and settled into the corner to read, completely uninterested in catching up on any of his outstanding homework. With all their books and equipment out the three girls all turned to watch Branka, eagerly awaiting what her next move would be. With a sly look towards the other three girls she pretended to knock her pencils off her desk, which happened to be right in front of Harper

"Oops, I very clumsy. Harper, would you please pass pencils? I not able to reach" she softly asked the boy, fluttering her eyelids at him gently

"Geez, tennis balls aren't the only things you can't hold on to, hey?" he huffed as he got up and, kneeling in front of Branka's desk, started picking up her pencils and placing them on her desk. It was at this point that she removed her pendant from her top and started rocking it gently back and forth. As Harper popped his head above Branka's desk to put another fistful of pencils in her case his eyes were quickly drawn to the swaying pendant

"Harper...thank you for picking up pencils. You very good boy, aren't you?" Branka purred melodically as Harper's gaze fixated on the ancient pendant. He nodded slowly

"You obedient boy as well, aren't you?" she gently whispered. Again, Harper nodded blankly. The three girls on either side of Branka all watched on with baited breath.

"Keep looking at pendant. Don't take eyes off pendant..." Branka slowly drawled as he blankly nodded in agreement. And with that, Branka stopped swaying the pendant and left it dangling around her chest.

"Is...is he, like...is he under the spell?" Siarne asked in hushed tones

"He in trance. He hear everything, but at end I make sure he won't remember" Branka replied matter-of-factly, before turning back to Harper for her next set of instructions

"Stand in front of desks, Harper" Branka ordered with a bit more force this time as the boy rose and, taking a couple of steps backwards, stood in front of all four girls with his arms by his side

"I can't believe this is happening!" Siarne managed to stammer as she clasped her hands to her mouth

"Don't make too much noise, it could break trance" Branka replied cautiously. Siarne nodded back enthusiastically

"He's not so cocky now, hey?" Kylie chimed in quietly as all the other girls softly tittered

"Now, Harper, it very warm in here. Maybe you take shoes and socks off?" Branka coyly coached the boy. Without any hesitation Harper simply nodded and kicked his shoes off, bending down slowly to remove each one of his socks

"Good boy. You follow instruction very well" Branka cooed as the slightest smile shone across Harper's face

"It getting hotter. You should take shirt off to cool down" Branka then added, a little louder than last time as Harper simply unbuttoned his shirt and slowly removed it, dropping it next to his shoes

"Oh, my God. This is insane!" Jiya breathlessly whispered, careful not to break Harper's trance. 

"He in very good shape" Branka replied, admiration lacing her words as she gave Jiya a cheeky thumbs-up

"I'm still betting on him having a small one" Kylie venomously interjected, her eyes not deviating from Harper's exposed midriff. Branka nodded in agreement, smugly

"Now, Harper, it getting too hot in here. You need take shorts off" Branka purred, batting her eyelashes at the entranced young boy. He obliged immediately, pushing his shorts down and kicking them off in front of him. There he stood in his bright blue underwear as his four young classmates gazed upon his chiselled frame, the only thing preserving his modesty at this point being a thin layer of cheap fabric

"I don't know if I can look!" Siarne frantically whispered to the other girls through panicked giggles, before raising her hands and covering her eyes

"There's no way I'm missing this!" Kylie giddily replied, leaning in closer to get a perfect view of the upcoming spectacle

"You...you guys watch...he's...I bet...I bet he'll have a massive one!" Jiya shot back, red-faced and clammy from the excitement, desperately wanting her prediction to be true

"Harper, it far too hot to wear any clothes..." Branka softly announced, pulling herself up at the last minute as Harper simply nodded back in agreement. The mysterious girl sat for a few seconds in silence, internally debating whether or not to go through with it. Although she had a strong suspicion Harper wasn't well-endowed she was still staking her reputation on what amounted to a hunch. She looked over at the other girls for guidance

"Go on, tell him!" Kylie whispered, almost in a frenzy

"Yeah, we've come this far. Tell him!" Jiya added. The three girls all looked at Siarne, who had removed her hands from her eyes at this point

"What do you think, Siarne?" Branka nervously asked as the girl, flushing red as a beetroot, looked skittishly at the others. She sat there weighing up the situation before calmly placing her hands on the desk in front of her, drawing her breath deeply before steadily exhaling and looking towards Branka

"Tell him" she ordered monotonously, barely audible. Kylie pumped a fist quietly into the air in victory as Jiya raised her hands to her mouth in anticipation. Branka warmly smiled at Siarne, before turning back to Harper to deliver her final instruction

"Harper...take underwear off" she ordered quietly yet sternly, leaving no room whatsoever in the young boy's entranced mind as to exactly what he should do

Without hesitation Harper nodded and slipped his fingers into the waistband of his underpants, bending over and yanking them down as he stepped out of them slowly and placed them next to his shoes. None of the girls could yet see what they all came to witness by virtue of him bending over, but before they could register any impatience the young boy stood straight up, shoulders back, arms by his side and revealed himself in his entirety to the gawking panel of his classmates. Kylie was used to seeing him in nothing but board shorts, but for the other girls this was a view they'd rarely witnessed - the soft light of the afternoon sun flooded the room, illuminating every curve of the boy's rippling frame. His broad shoulders were enhanced by his trim, taught waistline, his firm 6-pack tensing and relaxing with each breath he took. His defined quadriceps and footballer's calves drew the girl's eyes downwards for all but a microsecond, before their gazes returned to the object of their giddy hypotheticals. The shocking sight of their classmate standing in front of them as naked as the day he was born caused the reactions of the young girls to vary. Siarne's hands shot up to her chest, reactively clutching the fabric of her shirt as if to steady herself from the shock. The bashful girl was now positively glowing red with a mixture of excitement, shame and embarrassment. Jiya's mouth hung agape as her eyes shot open, struggling to comprehend exactly what it was that she was seeing. Kylie, usually the most expressive and exuberant of the group, simply stared in unadulterated shock. She neither gasped nor giggled, her expression betraying nothing of the inner exhilaration she was feeling. Branka's reaction was, perhaps, the most intriguing of the group. For the girl who had already witnessed most of life's trials and tribulations at such a young age she looked positively shell-shocked, brows furrowed in consternation and confusion as she audibly gasped and clasped both hands to her mouth before regaining her composure and placing them gently in her lap. She quietly cleared her throat as the other girls all turned their heads to look at her, sensing through her reaction that she was seeing something she'd never experienced before. Branka, her eyes still wide with surprise and most of the colour drained from her face, turned her head side-to-side to make eye contact with each of the girls as they patiently waited for her next move. Redirecting her gaze back towards Harper she once again gently cleared her throat and opened her mouth:

"I...I...I didn't expect that!" she managed to stammer in unexpected astonishment! 

[steam train]

A very enjoyable and suspense filled read

[Jeepman89]

I hope he has a big cock.

[steam train]

I hope he has a big cock.

I’m thinking he’s a she …. Probably not as it’s posted in ENM

[Jonjon2]

Great story - I'm hoping his genitals are so underdeveloped that they could be confused with that of a 2 year old!

[TeenFan]

I hope he has a big cock.

I’m thinking he’s a she …. Probably not as it’s posted in ENM

The shocking discovery that Harper is really a girl could happen if combined with an excellent movie called "Tomboy". In that movie a ten
year old girl wants to be a boy. She keeps this desire secret from the mother. At a new school she takes on the appearance and manner of being
a boy. She even takes her shirt off to play futball with the other kids. She goes so far as to go swimming at the lake while wearing a Speedo
like homemade suit with a fake penis tucked down in front. Very few movies show a girl of ten topless for so many minutes.

Since the actual size is the Cliffhanger in this story...I'm hoping for one that hangs longer than expected.

Well written story with nice pace and style.

[NickTwisp]

I also thought of the possibility of Harper turning out to be female. In any case, male or female, the embarrassment would be overwhelming if Harper suddenly came out of the trance and realized he/she was naked in front of all the friends there.

[Sleepy Slobber]

Nicely written. I had a similar idea but it was set on the Hogwarts school of the Harry Potter universe by JK Rowling and the girls were retaliating at a handsome and mischievous Slytherin boy for using the Wingardium Leviosa spell on their skirts to expose their panties.

[Summers]

Nice story, with some nice possibilities.

Have to say based on a few other comments, i hope Harper is not a girl, even if i would consider that a girls name.

Just wouldn't make much sense. These kids grew up together their whole lives. meaning their families grew up together, they've been to school all this time. So for Harper to be a girl, you would have to believe either no one else knew except Harper and his family, or everyone else did know, except for the girls.

That;s just my opinion though.

Personally, if i were to make a prediction or i guess state my preference. I would probably go with a perfectly average or slightly above size, with some mid hanging balls, and a nice little bush above his penis.

My reasoning for that, would be, the girls were all either micro penis or hung like a horse, in their minds. So what would surprise them all? a perfectly normal and fine size, with a nice bush.

Will be interesting to see what the author goes with. i am hoping with their own decisions and not influenced by any of us. Which is easy to do, but the story is always better, when the author goes with what they want to go with. It's their story after all.

[TeenFan]

Personally, if i were to make a prediction or i guess state my preference. I would probably go witht a perfectly average or slightly above size, with some mid hanging balls, and a nice little bush above his penis.

My reasoning for that, would be, the girls were all either micro penis or hung like a horse, in their minds. So what would surprise them all? a perfectly normal and fine size, with a nice bush.

All the kids in this story are the same age, ten years old.
There shouldn't be any pubic hair, or an adult size penis.
However, Harper can have a dick longer than typically seen on a ten year old boy.

This is not the age that I think works well for an ENM story. Boys that age can get an erection, but don't always get one when teased or
when naked. Arousal is something they aren't physically ready for...till a couple years later.