Doll Saturday August 26, 2006, 0 comments

They were rougher with him than one would expect girls to be. Two of them thrust him up against the wall and pinned his arms to his sides, while the third, most aggressive of the three, pressed her body tightly into him.

“C’mon. We’ll make it worth your while.” she whispered against his cheek.

He shook his head, but he could feel the heat of her body against his and it made it hard to think. Hard indeed.

“I don’t want to Jess. Don’t. Please?” he whispered back.

They held his hands tight, wouldn’t let him move while Jess ran her fingernails gently down his cheek. He could feel the raw sexuality radiating out from her young body and he instinctively pushed back against her.

“Please Jess? Please no?” he asked her again. Though it was still a whisper, he was disgusted to hear the desperation in his plea. He felt ashamed, not just because his body was betraying him and dooming him, but for deeper reasons he’d never be able to explain, if he’d even thought about them.

She felt it and leaned closer to him, emboldened by his arousal and his shame. She gently kissed his quivering lower lip, as she reached into the pockets of her leather jacket.

“You’re a doll. A complete doll.” she sighed.

Her friends giggled when Jess handed them the items she had pulled from her pocket. He couldn’t see it, but he knew what they were. They were going to put makeup on him. Jess had promised, but now she was going to make him wear makeup.

Ever since Jess had caught him wearing her clothes and their mother’s makeup when he was eight, she had made it clear she’d never forget, but she’d promised never to tell. She used the secret as a whip, forced him to wear her underwear to school. But had she never told anyone.

He fought back tears, but didn’t move as they painted his face. He was mortified but didn’t struggle when one of them yanked his shorts down, exposing an erection barely contained by the sheer pink panties Jess had forced him into this morning. The snickers and giggles were knives in his heart.

He felt them wrap a school kilt around his waist. His eyes flew open, prompting Jess to grab his face and hold him still while she applied makeup to his eyes.

“Jess, you promised.” he whispered, a last attempt at salvation. The fire in her eyes and the hungry smile on her lips made it clear the effort was wasted.

“You just be a good little girl and do as I say.” she replied sternly.

He gave up. Tears streamed from his eyes, smearing the work Jess had just completed. One slid his pants off his ankles and pulled knee-high stockings up his legs while another clipped his hair back with a pink butterfly hairpin. Finally, after an eternity, they were done.

“You’re beautiful, baby, just beautiful. Let’s go.” said Jess as she snaked her arm through his and pulled him out into the main hallway.

She marched him through the school, past friends and enemies and people he barely knew. Some pointed, others laughed. There were catcalls and whistles. The kilt couldn’t hide his arousal. When he tried to lower his head in shame, Jess pushed his chin back up.

He was confused and broken and devoid of thought, and Jess walked him through his whole life and exposed his secret to the world.


Comments

Commenting has ended for this post, but I'd still love to hear from you.

The website of Adrian Lebar

A Rain of Frogs is written, designed and built by Adrian Lebar, a twenty(!) year veteran of web design and development. He is currently managing web and mobile development teams at Canada’s largest and most beloved classifieds site, Kijiji!

He is a father, sailor, snowboarder, skier, cyclist, writer, artist, graphic designer, classically trained musician and afraid of heights.

Adrian is not currently available for freelance and contract work. Learn more.

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”
- Mark Twain

Twitter

  • Remember back when ‘Design Thinking™’ was called ‘problem solving’? Friday October 20, 2017
  • Will hindsight still be hindsight after 2020? Thursday October 19, 2017
  • Holy hell this is a beautiful short: Watch “Fox And The Whale” on #Vimeo t.co/h7k5tHeRBR Monday October 16, 2017
  • I’m not convinced that Zuck’s assertion that eliminating anonymity would improve the tone of dialog on the ‘net is bearing up IRL. #ripaim Tuesday October 10, 2017
  • I may have peed my pants a tiny bit: Star Wars: The Last Jedi Trailer (Official) t.co/bwK8V0wlfr via @YouTube Tuesday October 10, 2017
  • “When programming steps further from the writing of ones and zeros, the loudest objections come from programmers.” — t.co/qonXGMXp8Y Monday October 2, 2017
  • “…addiction to cycles of outrage and counter-outrage is dividing us further, not encouraging us to work together” t.co/rBLKQ9FEnZ Friday September 29, 2017
  • Web sites and mobile apps aren’t bridges. It’s amazing how often people seem to forget this. Thursday September 28, 2017
  • Decades later, and I’m back into the blues. It’s like coming home after travelling abroad. Is anything more comfortable than one’s own bed? Tuesday September 26, 2017
  • Shit’s broken. Yup. Monday September 25, 2017