The Village 5

By TCP

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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The Village -
By TCP
© 2016 TCP

All of TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

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The fifth chapter of Phillip's story as an eleven year old boy in the small village of Langton Magna... Phillip confronts his mother, and another visitor arrives to give him his bath.

Main Characters -
Phillip White - eleven years old... Known as 'Phillipa' during Club time.
Patricia White, nee Powell - 33 years old, divorced mother of Phillip and a veterinary practitioner.

Emma Smart - eleven years old...
Nikki Grayson, nee Smart - 34 years old, divorced mother of Emma, and owner/senior partner of Langton Magna veterinary practice. 'Smarts...'

Josie Roberts - thirteen years old, and Stephen's sister.
Stephen Roberts - eleven years old, Josie's brother. Known as 'Stephanie' during Club time.

Alison and Elizabeth Knight - ten years old, and twin sisters.

Caroline Forbes-Marsh - thirteen years old. The leader of the pack...
Suzanne Forbes-Marsh - eleven years old. Camera operator extraordinaire.

Natasha Billington - twelve years old.
Anita Billington - ten years old.

Miss Bingley - 58 years old, Sunday School teacher and choir mistress.

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Chapter 5 - The Home Truths...
Steven and I went our separate ways at the edge of the woods next to the veterinary practice and we headed home after a very eventful day at the Langton Magna Girls' Club. Events that had seen mixed emotions, mixed feelings and very mixed up experiences for both of us. Through it all, the green shoots of hope and an emerging bond of friendship made me in particular feel quite buoyant as I jogged down the lane back to my home. The white plastic bag with the magazine I had been given and the scrapbook inside rustling as I jogged.

The feeling of emotional buoyancy and renewed boyishness was short lived however. Once left to my own devices again, there was the stark reminder of the outfit I was wearing... The pink halter top... the pink cotton shorts... girls' clothes... Emma's clothes. I was a boy, but I was dressed like a girl... and I was going home whilst looking like that. It crossed my mind whether to jump into the bushes and strip down to my underwear and take the risk of running back home without being seen.

'Oh man... I've got girls' panties on too, you dummy!' I thought with worry. 'What if I get seen?' With that, I started to run faster down the lane hoping not to meet anyone who might ask questions I would struggle to answer with any comfort.

My mind was starting to focus on what I would say to my mother... What I would scream, and shout and be all angry about. There were so many questions in my mind that it all became a bit of a panic and a blur of questions like 'why didn't you say something? Why didn't you warn me? Why did you let this happen? Why isn't my dad here anymore?'

Slightly out of breath, I reached the door to the cottage. I took a few moments to prepare myself before going inside. I was kind of scared to enter my own home while looking like a girl. I could smell that dinner was cooking, which meant that my mother was already home from work. I swallowed hard and put my hand on the door handle... then I let go... grabbed it... let go again... I was so nervous.

By now, I was aware that although my limbs were still a little achy, my penis was now finally limp and relaxed. Although I didn't know what had caused all of that, the after effects of the drink had worn off sufficiently that I now felt at least 'normal' or at rest between my legs. The natural pause afforded by my sudden lack of bravery to enter my own home allowed me to readjust myself so that my penis was inside the confines of the panties and not left emerging from the top of the waist band.

'Come on... use the Force!' I told my inner self. 'They're just clothes... The girls even told you that mum will expect to see you come home one day dressed like this... come on, do it!' I closed my eyes, counted to five and then grabbed the door handle again... Finally, I pulled downward and pushed the door inward a little. It yielded, and just like that, I was gingerly walking inside. My tummy was fluttering inside with absolute peril and turmoil. I really wasn't sure that I had the belly for facing my mother... not dressed like this. 'Maybe I can sneak to my room, get changed... then face mum...' I thought.

Inside the kitchen, sure enough, dinner was cooking... There were some potatoes boiling in a saucepan, another pan with some peas and sliced carrots simmering, and in the oven, two pieces of gammon steak. On the side next to the cooker, a small tin of pineapple rings sat ready to open. To my temporary relief, I was the only one in the kitchen...

"Mum?" I called out softly, closing the door carefully with a 'clunk' behind me. I had said it so silently that unless she was stood right next to me, there was no way she would have heard me. It was the call of a shy, nervous and scared boy. Me, shy? I never was previously. Now I wasn't so sure I wanted my mother to see me... not until I got changed anyway. It felt so 'shameful' to be dressed like a girl. An affront to my gender.

I started to tip-toe through the kitchen, making my way to the hall...

<creeeeaaakk> 'Damn it,' I cursed inside, hearing the creak of a wooden floorboard as I reached the open doorway to the lounge. I timidly craned my neck inside the doorway to the lounge to see if my mother was in there... but there was no sign of her in there. I swallowed again, wondering where my mother could be. I then hoped she was in the bathroom, and so I stooped down to unfasten the laces of my trainers. I kicked them quietly off my feet and then placed them in the shoe rack.

My attention turned to the stairs... All I had to do was get up the stairs, into my room and out of these girls' clothes and I would be 'saved.' My heart was now thumping in my chest as some sort of salvation became clearer, like the small glint of light at the end of a very long tunnel. At the bottom of the stairs, I looked up... seeing my destination so close, yet so far. I gulped, gripped the banister, took a deep breath and put my foot on the bottom step, ready to climb.

"Excuse me young lady... where do you think you're going?" I heard my mum say from behind me... back towards the kitchen. But how?

'Young lady?' I thought with horror. 'I'm a boy! I'm Phillip... your son...' I dared not look round.

"I asked you a question... turn around and look at me girl. What are you doing in my home?" she called out again, more insistent and stern. I had no choice but to turn around did I?

Looking down at the floor, I slowly began to turn around and face my mother, my face turning crimson. I felt sick... I felt weak... I felt so curiously different. I just wanted things to be normal... I just wanted to feel and look like a boy.

"Mum... I..." I spoke softly, unable to raise my head through shame and nervousness. I could feel the heat spreading through my cheeks... tears forming at the corners of my eyes. I was a boy, dressed like a girl, confused as hell and feeling so alone in a topsy-turvy world that the girls had dragged me into.

"Oh it's you Phillip..." my mother gasped with fake surprise and with some amusement in her voice. She chuckled a little too. "I was down the back yard picking some strawberries for dessert and I heard the door close... I thought you were a thief! But it's you... it's actually you!! Oh Phillipa, how sweet you look!"

"Mum! Stop it!" I retorted, finding my voice again as I scowled at her. "I'm NOT a girl... I can explain... I... I don't like-"

"Oh but you look so cute in those..." she smiled, pointing at my clothes as she interrupted my protest. "The daughter I never had <giggle>. Oh you're so adorable! So what happened? Were you playing with the girls again? Did you lose another dare game? Hmmm?"

"No mum..." I bristled. "Look stop it... I don't have a choice... okay? I... errrm... <blush> I've done nothing wrong... It's you lot... You know what happens... You know about the Club... you were in it... you and... dad... How could you? How could you let them do this to me?" I began to sniffle as the tears threatened to break free and leave me crying like a sissy in front of my own mother. "Why? Why is it happening?"

"Don't be upset Phillipa... not when it's your girl time..." she said to me, trying to calm me down.

"But I don't want GIRL TIME!" I replied more angrily than even before, banging my hand down on the banister. "I'm a BOY! I hate it... it's not fair! Why didn't you tell me about dad? Why didn't you warn me about what happens here? The club... and... and..." <sniffle>

"First things first Phillip..." she replied calmly, dismissing my stroppy behaviour with a wave of her hand. "I'm busy with making dinner right now, so I can't answer your questions. And secondly, I won't have such angry behaviour in the house... You need to calm down and get yourself ready for dinner... then maybe I'll answer your questions when you're a little less... hormonal..."

"But..." I began to protest again... However, I was cut short by the raising of an eyebrow that warned me not to push too hard with my mother. "Please... mummy... it's just too weird... I don't understand... I don't want to be a girl..."

"After dinner's ready Phillipa..." my mother insisted.

"Can I get changed? Please?" I sniffled hopefully.

"Yes, you may change for dinner... but you have to calm down, or there will be consequences. This angry behaviour is not acceptable and I won't allow it to start now. Boy, girl, whatever... You can stay in your room or go in the lounge and watch TV, either way, don't you dare be sulky when dinner is ready... okay pumpkin?" Her voice both serious and flippantly jocular at the same time. Looking back, she was giving me a chance. Fortunately, I took it.

"Okay mum..." I replied quietly, still in need of answers to lots of questions. The biggest question was, could I handle the answers as an eleven year old boy? Could I handle any of this? What was happening seemed to be so natural for the girls... but so alien for a boy... so contradictory to what I had so far learned in life as an immature male...

With my plastic bag rustling at my side, I scurried up the stairs before the tears could start to fall and I went to my bedroom, desperate to get out of my girls' clothes and into something of my own... something definitely boyish. Once inside the sanctuary of my bedroom, I quickly stripped off my halter top and cotton shorts... but not before studying how I looked in the mirror. It was too scary... I really did look like a girl... So I turned away from the mirror and stripped off my clothes. Panties too, leaving the clothes in an untidy heap on the floor.

Naked, having some sort of 're-birth' as a boy... back to the 'real' me... I emptied the plastic bag of the magazine and scrapbook I had been given to borrow and quickly hid them in my backpack... Then, I drew back the bed covers and retrieved my pyjamas. They were the same Return Of The Jedi pyjamas I had worn the previous night. They were representative of something familiar, something boyish... and something that I liked. As quickly as I had stripped out of the girls' clothes, I put my pyjamas on.

With my boyish self seemingly restored to 'normal' again, I quietly took a deep breath and returned downstairs... to the lounge, ready to watch some television before facing dinner with my mother. A dinner that I hoped would answer my questions, and exercise my fears, insecurities and concerns about the world I was now engaged with.

Sadly, I wasn't going to find anything to console me on the television...

It was 'prime time' childrens television on the main channels. Believe it or not, there were only four television channels in the UK in 1986... So I began to watch a program called 'Holly's Summer Adventures...' As I joined the program late, I wasn't fully up on what the actual plot of this episode was about... but it didn't take me long to get a handle on things.

There was a group of boys teasing some girls at their local youth club about 'football' (or soccer as it is called in the US). I guess the characters were all between ten and thirteen years old. The lead boy was being particularly snotty and making statements effectively saying that 'girls can't play football.' Another boy claimed that girls were the weaker sex. As a result, the lead girl (Holly) challenged him to a game of football the next day...

"Girls, against boys..." she smiled confidently...

"Wh-what?" the boy replied sheepishly and with caution in his voice.

"You heard me... let's play football against each other... us, against you... We'll see who's better at football, AND which is the weaker sex!"

"Errrm... okay then, you're on!" the boy replied more eagerly, obviously trying to unsettle the girl, but it didn't work. She just smiled sweetly, turned on her heals and walked away with the other girls.

So the action progressed to the next day, the small team of girls were wearing pink (obviously), and the boys were wearing blue. It was a 5-aside game taking place in the school gym. The rest of the youth club members were sitting on the sidelines. The girls obviously cheering for the girls, and the boys cheering for the boys.

"It's not fair, Mrs Jackson is the referee..." the lead boy whined pathetically. "She's a woman... she'll favour the girls."

"And a man wouldn't favour you boys?" Holly retorted, shaking her head and smiling wistfully, her hands resting at her hips in a no-nonsense kind of way that projected girlish confidence. "Somebody has to be the referee... so you'll just have to lump it. Anyway, you're only getting your excuses in early since you're scared that we'll beat you!" It was her turn to tease the boys now. The other girls in the team nodded their heads and agreed with their 'captain.'

"Shut up! Of course we're not scared... Are we boys?" he replied. And naturally, the boys' team all agreed heartily, sneering back at the girls. "We're going to win... hands down!"

So, the match began... another battle of the sexes underway. Childrens television was rife with it... and it still is today. Nothing like playing one sex off against the other with such trifling triviality. But as an eleven year old boy as I was then, it mattered to me a lot. Everything I had experienced that week so far, all boiled down to the need to see the boys win... Just once... to see my gender be successful at something.

But in childrens television, and in films too, females always win or get the upper hand.

As I watched the program, something deep inside me kind of knew what was going to happen... but I remained hopeful. The boys had to win... they had to show the girls that boys were better at football. I became engrossed in it... eager to see my gender do something good.

So you can imagine how happy I was when the boys' team took the lead. I punched the air when the ball crossed the line and score a goal. I breathed a sigh of relief. What I didn't like so much was that the boys' team spent a long time celebrating the goal. It was the kind of over the top goading of the opposition (the girls) that always seemed to provoke 'the weaker sex' into super-human feats.

The camera showed Holly and the other girls on the receiving end of the teasing from the boys, including numerous jeers and cat-calls from the boys on the sidelines too. That was one part of supporting my gender that I didn't like to see in television programs. Why couldn't we all just get along together? Why was everything a competition all the time?

Having taken the lead in the match, the boys had become overconfident... something I had learned about only too well during the course of the week at the Langton Magna Girls' Club. The boys were being dismissive and cocky, just passing the ball between themselves at the back and giggling at the girls who were trying to tackle them.

"Nice try cutie-pie," one boy taunted. "Why don't you go and play tea-parties with your dolls?"

"Yeah..." another boy chimed in, "or cross stitch a GIRLY cushion for your teddy bear!"

Then suddenly, one of the boys made a mistake and the resultant stray pass was intercepted by a girl instead. She ran quickly towards the goal and took a shot with surprising power, complete with resonating sound effect... In amazingly cruel slow motion, the ball hit the boy goalkeeper right in the crotch and rebounded back to the girl. As the boy fell to the floor and curled into a ball to protect his privates, the girl kicked the ball again, right into the net to score a goal...

The girls team went wild, giving the boys a taste of their own taunting medicine. The camera went to great lengths to show the boys trying to protest that the goal scored by the girls wasn't fair.

"Mrs Jackson... it's not fair," the boys' captain whined. "She kicked the ball right at his goolies... the goal should be disallowed."

"Nonsense Peter..." Mrs Jackson the referee insisted, looking over the top of her glasses. "Julie was entitled to kick the ball, and that's all she did... The goal stands because the goalkeeper wasn't fouled..." The girls were giggling at the boy who suffered the hurt privates, and of course for scoring a goal against the boys. Meanwhile, the boys continued to be incensed. And that just added to the predictable downfall of the male sex in this program I was watching...

Soon, some whimsical music began to accompany the scene being portrayed on the television. I recognised it as 'Yakety Sax,' which was normally used to accompany the Benny Hill show I was sometimes allowed to watch when I was younger. During the musical scene, the girls were shown to be working better together as a team, while the boys started to lose their cool even more, pointing and protesting at each other and blaming one another. Naturally, the girls were showing some good skills too, one particular twisty run and move between two girls left several bemused boys flat on their backside.

<CRUNCH> The music stopped suddenly and a girl went crashing to the floor on the edge of the boys' area after a boisterous tackle from a disgruntled boy. The referee blew the whistle to award a free kick to the girls.

"What did you do that for?" the goalkeeper asked his friend. "She was going away from goal..."

"She deserved it..." he replied. "Somebody has to show the girls who's boss!"

"But what if they score again? You idiot!" the goalkeeper gesticulated his displeasure at the prospect of the girls getting a free kick so close to goal with just seconds of the game remaining.

"Who are you calling an idiot? You let them score earlier... you wally!" the other boy argued, embroiling both of them into a slanging match while the rest of the world continued without them.

As the two boys argued between themselves, other members of the boys' team joined in, including the captain. With the boys more preoccupied with arguing amongst themselves, the female referee blew her whistle to allow the girl to take the free kick... You guessed it, the boys didn't notice and the girl kicked the ball straight into the empty net to score a goal... the winning goal...

The cheering of the girls' team and those on the sidelines brought the arguing boys back to focus on what was happening around them. Once more, the boys protested to the referee that they weren't ready... But the conniving referee just smirked at them and reminded them,

"Come on boys... good players always play to the sound of the whistle... The girls scored a fair goal..."

As soon as the boys kicked off again at the restart, the referee ended the match and the girls had won. They had beaten the boys. My heart sank... I was so disappointed. My gender was hopeless. I experienced the failures and weakness of being a boy, in real life at the Girls' Club, and on television too.
'Girls are better than boys...' was all I could hear in my mind. 'Girls rule forever, and there's nothing boys can do about it...'

"Hoooray!" The girls were cheering and hugging each other. On the other hand, the boys' team were looking very embarrassed and dejected in defeat. I actually blushed at the television, and I felt my penis lurch and flinch beyond my control as I watched the events unfold numbly.

"Girls are the champions, girls are the champions!" the girls on the sidelines in the crowd began to chant and sing at the now silent boys, both players and supporters. It all seemed so familiar to me... The feeling of defeat to girls... the feelings of male inferiority. The horrific realisation that what the girls had taught me in the Club hut was all true. Girls really were better than boys... to have a vagina, was better. It was better to be a girl.

As my disappointment and anger began to grow, I continued to watch the program on the television. The girls' captain, Holly, walked over to speak to the boys' captain, the gym falling dramatically silent before she spoke...

"So Peter... Girls can't play football huh?" she smirked. "Or maybe it's boys who can't play football <giggle>!" With that, the other girls in the team, and those supporting from the sidelines also chuckled.

"Shut up... you cheated!" he grumbled with embarrassment and sour grapes.

"I wonder what else you boys believe that girls can't do... Name it, and we'll show you that we can do it after all... and do it better!" Standing there with her feet planted slightly apart and with her arms folded across her chest, she said, "So, now you're going to admit that girls are better at football, aren't you?"

"And that boys are the weaker sex!" another girl from the team added quickly.

Well that was it... I changed channel. I just couldn't handle the symbolism of boys getting beaten like that... It was too close to home for me right then, even though it was pretty standard plot writing for children's television. I should have known better... I should have allowed the girls their moment of smugness and let it just wash off my back like a duck with water. But it had been happening to me... It was all around me... in the Village Club... on the television... at home as well. So yes, I changed channel.

I knew that there was normally a light hearted quiz show on around this time on a different channel. But when I changed channel, I found that the program was on a commercial break and there were some adverts on.

As if by magic, the advert I saw first was for a brand of washing up liquid called 'Lily...' I hadn't seen this advert before. The scene opened with Cub Scouts (boys) sat down one side of a length of tables, versus Brownies (girls) sat on the other side of the tables. Both sexes were washing up various bits of crockery, cutlery and saucepans at some sort of summer camp. The tables were laid out in a long, neat row, with ten cub scouts one side, and ten brownies on the other.

"Isn't it wonderful to see the boys doing their fair share of the washing up girls?" the rather smug, female narrator said, looking adoringly into the eye of the girl at the end of the row in some sort of 'all girls together' kind of innuendo. The girl nodded eagerly in reply. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

The scene changed to show a boy shaking an empty washing up liquid bottle and shrugging his shoulders, looking lost with what to do next. There was a veritable mountain of pots, dishes and pans still behind him for the boys to clean, but the girls were very nearly finished.

"Oh dear... the boys have run out of liquid already and they've still got ALL these pots to do... Those poor boys!" the narrator said with a mocking tone of dismay.

The shot briefly changed to show some of the girls giggling at the boyish predicament... their underachievement, and their hopelessness.'

"For just a few pennies more, 'Lily' gives you a shinier finish and more importantly, a longer lasting bottle, up to 33% more dishes cleaned per bottle than other brands... Ready girls?"

"Yaaaaay!" the Brownies gleefully cheered upon the successful completion of their chore, before proudly standing to attention next to their long line of sparkling clean pots, pans and dishes. Meanwhile, the boys on the opposite side of the table were still hard at work cleaning their pots in the now tired looking, dirty water...

"No, no boys!" the narrator teases. "That water's dirty... now you'll have to do those all over again..." The boys sighed with obvious frustration and resignation. The scene switched to show a chirpy, bright, superior looking young Brownie with neat blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, skipping over to the embarrassed looking Cub Scout at the end of his row. She handed a half full bottle of 'Lily' to him and giggled smugly...

"You're on your own now boys! But this will help you boys do the job as good as girls can! Come on girls, let's go and play!"

"Yaaaaay!" the other Brownies cheered and started to run off towards the distant play area.

"For a longer lasting bottle that outshines and beats the grime," the narrator began to summarise, "smart girls use 'Lily!' And with that, she winked into the camera. The only thing missing was the flash of white, glinting from her teeth.

"Damn it!" I called out with angst, anger and some deep seated embarrassment. I was seemingly unable to get away from female superiority, or emasculation on any level... I was feeling quite distraught. It seemed to be there around every corner... 'Girls are better than boys... Boys are stupid... Boys are slaves... We're imperfect... But girls are perfect. Girls rule, forever! You can't beat them... you can't stop it... penises make us inferior... we're the weaker sex now...'

I was about to hurl the remote control at the television before I heard my mother call me for dinner. Immediately, I realised then that I had my hand between my legs and I was gripping the tingling semi-hard penis inside my pyjamas... I was aroused at what I had seen, and what I had thought... Seeing boys get humiliated by girls 'felt good.' Being a boy myself, under the command of girls and being humiliated by them, 'felt good...' Darn it! I really was starting to change... and it was the girls who had changed me, forever.

And back to reality, I let go of my penis and hoped that I would get answers from my mother, and knew that being angry was not going to help me understand, especially over dinner. So I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for five seconds and then went to the kitchen... I washed my hands in the sink and then sat opposite my mother at the dinner table.

It was an uncomfortable moment of silence as my mother dished up my dinner. She had seen me in my girls' clothes... and I knew that she knew that I knew that she knew (!!) all about the Club, and what happened there to boys like me. All controlled by girls like my mother used to be. But now it was happening to me... like it had happened to my dad. I couldn't look at her as she sat down. I wanted to know so badly, the answers to all of my questions... But I didn't really know where to start, or whether I could handle the actual truth of the answers.

I focussed on the steam rising from the boiled vegetables and gammon steak on my plate and bit my lip nervously. I wasn't sure I was that hungry. As my mother began to eat her food, I picked up my fork and moved some peas around on the plate for a moment.

"Mummy?" I began quietly, my voice soft and timid.

"Yes poppet?" she replied.

"Do... do you love me?" I asked, bravely looking up towards her. My mind had raced to a conclusion that if I didn't have the love of my mother, I'd have to run away... to my father. I needed some maternal reassurance to help give me confidence to ask further questions and understand everything that had been happening around me.

"Of course I love you dear... you're my son," she beamed warmly. "No matter what happens or what you do in life, you'll always be my little boy..."

"Are you... errrm..." I paused shyly, spearing a carrot and three peas with my fork. "Are you, proud of me?" I ate the vegetables, waiting for an answer.

"Proud? But of course I'm proud of you sweetheart... what ever has made you ask that?"

"I mean... are you proud of me? Even though I'm a boy?" I asked, struggling as an eleven year old might to find the right words and the right order in which to say them. "Or would you have preferred it if I were a girl?"

"Of course I'm proud of you Phillip... you'll always be my handsome little boy..."

"So why did you refer to me as the 'daughter you never had' when you spoke to me on the stairs? When you saw me in those... THINGS..." I began to cut through some of the gammon, still unable to fully look at my mother. This was difficult for me, and I could only describe the clothes I had returned home in as 'things.'

"Oh poppet... that's just a figure of speech... It doesn't mean I don't love you or think any less of you because you're a boy! Honestly Phillip, sometimes you are quite adorable. Is that what all of this is about? Is that why you came home dressed in... pink things? Were you trying to see if that somehow I would love you more than I do already? Or is there more to all this? Are you trying to tell me that... deep down, you want to be a girl instead?"

"No way!" I replied quickly with firm insistence. "You don't understand... You know why I was wearing those clothes... You know about the Club and what goes on there... what happens to boys there..."

"Ohhh yes... the Club..." she smiled warmly with a look of fond recollection.

"Are you and the girls trying to turn me into a girl?"

"Awww, of course not Phillip..." she replied, but leaving me with some doubt. "Not unless you want to be girl... you know, in secret... deep inside..."

"No! I'm a boy!" I insisted again... "It's what I want to be..."

"Even after everything that you've discovered and what you've learned from the girls so far?" my mother asked with playful curiosity. She was toying with me, I just knew it.

"Yes..." I replied, struggling with my food.

"Well then that's good Phillip... So you're now following the rules of the Club then? Like a good boy should..."

"Yes mummy..." I replied softly, cursing my childishness. "But sometimes it's so... horrible and not very nice... for a boy I mean. But sometimes it feels sort of... okay..."

"That's just what life is all about Phillip," she began to explain. "Life is full of ups and downs... it's not always fun to be a man, or a woman or a girl... or even a boy... Sometimes you just have to find a way to fit in..."

"But the Club... why didn't you warn me? Why did we even move here? You knew about the Club here... you were part of it... and dad..."

"I can't really tell you any more about the Club and why it's there that you don't already know. It is what it is... the Langton Magna Girls' Club... It's a Club for girls to express themselves as girls and..."

"But why do they let boys join if it's just for girls?" I asked, my temper starting to rise again in all of the confusing haze of curiosity... each question spawning a handful more that I wanted answering. "Why are they allowed to have all that stuff... you know, when they get to see all those books and.... magazines... And why are they allowed to do what they do to me... and other boys?"

"Well, the Club would continue whether there are boys around here or not... It's not for me interfere with who gets invited to join either as a full member or as a junior member. You're kind of lucky that the girls wanted you to join as a junior member. There are plenty of boys who have lived here in the past who were never invited. And anyway, I never forced you to go there and I never would have... You had a choice that first day not to ever go back... didn't you?"

"But they took my Millennium Falcon... that's my favourite... I had to go back..." I reasoned as best I could. "And... they..."

"You liked the feeling that they gave you didn't you? You liked it when the girls showed you that what you've got between your legs isn't just for weeing with... That's why you went back for more, isn't it? Hmmm?" She had me there. I did like it... though I would never admit that it was the main reason I went back. In my mind at least, I only went back to rescue my Star Wars toys. She could see me agonising with the truth in my thoughts, and she pressed it home... "Well? You did like it didn't you? That's why you went back..."

"Y-yes mummy..." I blushed. All of a sudden I was on the back foot again and feeling embarrassed to be talking about 'that' with my mother.

"Good, sooner or later every boy does it... and girls too... Don't be ashamed about it... feeling good down there is one of the most natural feelings gifted to us by nature..."

"But they're using it to control me and make me do stuff... It's like... girls now know how to... control me... and to make boys their slaves..."

"Oh Phillip, it's just part of life that you're only just beginning to understand. I don't have to remind you what the Club is all about... you've been learning about it and experiencing it all week. Whether there are boys there or not, the girls are going to talk and learn from all the books and magazines there that have been gathered over time. Especially the big book... It's how girls learn the truth about life... about why females are naturally the superior sex... and the Club is sharing that knowledge with you too..."

"But it's naughty mummy..." Maybe I was too young to understand... My boyish immaturity was still at odds with the new beliefs starting to permeate my psyche. I really hoped against hope that this was all just a silly game... that females weren't superior at all, and that the girls just wanted Stephanie and me to think that so they could make fun of us...

"Some of it is, yes... okay, a lot of it... but you'll be a better person as a result of it, I can promise you that. If you continue to be a good boy and learn from the girls, you will have no problems. It will build a lot of reasoned and balanced character into you. All you have to do is accept that the girls are in charge... and later, when you meet a good, decent and strong young woman, you'll respect her and obey her all the more willingly and have a long, happy life..."

"But... doesn't the Club stop?" I asked nervously.

"How do you mean?"

"Do I have to go there... forever? Do I have to obey girls for the rest of my life... I d-don't th-think I can-"

"Oh no... sooner or later you'll grow up, just like the girls will. The girls will go off and do their own thing, putting into practice everything they have learned... And so will you... There are other groups and clubs for the girls to join when they're old enough..."

"Like... that one?" I asked.

"Pretty much... only more advanced..." my mother confirmed. "Since moving back here, I've re-joined the Langton Magna and Parva Combined Women's Institute. There are some men who are junior members there too... but they are governed by our rules... the same as boys would at Langton Magna Girls' Club and others like it across the country..."

"So it's true then? There are more clubs like this one here?" My heart sank again... all those other boys suffering like I was. My mother nodded. "So what happened with you and dad? I read some of what you did in that scrapbook... and-"

"That was a long time ago remember and we were just kids," my mother replied gingerly, no doubt wondering just how much I had read into the scrapbook. "He was reluctant at first, like you seem to be, but he grew to enjoy a lot of the activities that the Club did... And yes, he liked that feeling too, especially when I gave it to him... I was his favourite from the start and it didn't take long before we were boyfriend and girlfriend... all on my terms of course <giggle>."

"But you were cruel to him... all of you were..."

"Well sometimes in life, you have to be cruel to be kind... and your father did become a better person as a result of being a junior member of the Club. Like so many boys, learning that girls are better and submitting to their authority stopped him being tempted to become a bully, or a thug in the village. Sure, he found it tricky at first... like you seem to be feeling now, but you'll grow to embrace all of it, and how good it feels soon enough. Obedient boys are always rewarded... the more you do to please the girls, the more fun you will have."

"So... y-you and daddy grew to be happy together... with you in charge of everything? With him as your... slave?" I sniffled a little, wondering where all of this went wrong between them. I could have used the guiding hand of a role model father at that point.

"Yes... your father was a very obedient partner and we shared a lot of happiness together. In fact, you will probably read other scrapbooks from our time at the Club where your father was an active recruiter of other boys to the Club... those that us girls targeted and wanted to have as junior members. And not all of them from Langton Magna either. Your father was very good at casting the net far and wide across the other villages and into Weltby. We had over ten boys at one stage."

"T-ten boys? <blush> Didn't he feel ashamed to betray the other boys like that? Wasn't he proud to be a boy? Why did he obey you?" I asked, forking a piece of gammon and pineapple into my mouth.

"It became quite easy for him once he faced up to the realities of female superiority and the joys it can bring both girls and boys. Like I said, the more a boy pleases a girl, the better his reward. And so the more he did for us, the better we made things for him."

As I listened to my mother, it started to become clear that by obeying females, specifically girls, a boy would be treated with more acceptance, respect and reward. My father it seemed was very loyal to the girls of the Club during his time. A true believer that females are the superior sex from birth to death... that females are actually the ones who dominate humanity and secretly rule over all of the males, whether they know it or not.

My father accepted the biological weaknesses of being male... realising it was his fateful destiny to submit to a female. It was natural for boys and men to obey their female peers after all... and the life cycle seemed to be all the better for it. It was humbling and humiliating to hear my mother talking about all of this. But at least I was getting some answers... or at least my mother's answers. I was sure my mother was holding some things back.

"But what happened? Why is he not here any more?" I asked.

"Well, sometimes things don't always work out Phillip..." she said with a sigh of resignation. "Please don't ever think that any of this was your fault, because it really isn't... but your father and I started to disagree on a lot of things after you were born..."

And as I listened, my mother described in some detail many of the quarrels and arguments between them that I had never been aware of, arguments I had been shielded from. Despite my father's beliefs that the girls had instilled in him as a Club member, he disagreed with how my mother wanted me to be raised. My mother wanted me to be raised in an openly female dominated household, like things were before I was born.

For example, my mother wanted to discipline my father in front of me so that I would grow accustomed to the notion of female authority reaching much further than parental correction. She wanted me to learn, as soon as I was able, that not only was a mother in charge of her child, but also as a wife, she was in charge of her husband too. Women ruled everything...

My mother wanted to have more children, hoping for at least one daughter that she could mentor in the principles of feminism and a female dominated home.

So the arguments started, away from my eyes and ears as I grew into being a toddler and a young boy. My father rebelled, preferring the male subservience to be restricted to bedroom activities. They were irreconcilable differences, and so my mother and father went separate ways.

"In the end Phillip," my mother lamented, "your father wasn't able to handle everything as well as he thought he would have done. It scared him..."

"Mummy," I sniffled quietly, a tear leaking from my left eye onto my cheek. "I miss him..."

"Awwww, honey, I know. You'll be able to go and visit him soon. You know, one of the reasons we moved back here is that I just know you will make some good friends here... and you already get on very well with Emma, don't you?"

"Errrm, yeah... I guess," I replied unconvincingly. My mother knew I was smitten with that girl, Emma knew it too... and the other girls it seems.

"Well, there you are then... life really isn't that bad is it?"

"Errrm... mummy, over the last couple of days I've started to have these... errrm, visions... Like things that I'm just starting to remember..."

"Oh? What do you mean?" my mother asked curiously.

"Things like... <blush> being really small and... about four or five years old... You were there, but someone else was bathing me and drying me off... Another woman... Lots of times it happened, different women... and there were always girls there... older than me, and all watching me get bathed... And after I was dry, I'd stand there naked in front of them... and you or the other woman there would put lotion on my skin... like baby lotion... <sniffle> I'd be standing there with my legs wide apart... feeling tingly... on my privates as the lotion was rubbed into my skin... Somehow it would make me giggle... and feel... different. And I've started to remember lots of different women who did that to me too... I'd have to call them 'aunty' even though they weren't even my aunt... sometimes three or four girls at a time were watching... looking at my... thing... Mummy <sniffle>... the girls... they... They were playing with my willy... and you let them..."

"Oh Phillip that was a long time ago... I'm surprised you even remember that," my mother began. "That was a time when-"

"No listen... there's more... I remember girls looking at my privates... touching them... rubbing lotion into them... and it tingled and felt different when they did it. You let them watch and join in as I was being 'cared for...' That's what you called it... You and the other women called it 'caring for me...' as you got me ready for bed... The girls were giggling at my privates mummy... You and the other women let them watch... and learn... and I was too young to know better... so I just laughed along with them, and let them do it. And you or one of the other women there would say, 'and that girls, is how to look after little boys and their little differences... that's how you keep boys nice and clean and happy...' Sometimes I would have plastic pants pulled up and be allowed to play with the girls... but most of the time I was left naked while they played games with me..."

"Phillip... please... it's not what you're thinking," my mum said defensively. "I'd never let anyone hurt you..."

"And then, another time, I was all naked at a girl's house and she was having a party... and... errrm... <blush, sniffle> I remember being all naked in front of those girls... they were older than me... and they tickled me and... they played with my... you know... they played with my willy... Why mummy? Did anything bad happen to me? Why am I only remembering all this now? It's creepy..."

"Okay listen to me Phillip," my mother said with maternal concern and authority at the same time. "It really isn't quite what you think but I'll tell you... This is another reason why your father and I had differences of opinion about how you were to be raised..."

My mother explained to me that she regularly organised and helped with 'mother and daughter meetings' that were opportunities to facilitate an environment that empowered girls. There were sessions that I was not present at where the women would teach the girls all about the facts of life, the superiorities of the female gender and help them understand that given the right circumstances, that males were actually born to be slaves to females. It was kind of like what happened in the Girls' Club, but in a more adult led structure and formalised way. There was access to a summarised, but no less detailed 'book of secrets.'

Sessions that I was taken to focussed on building the self esteem of the girls and giving them the confidence of being around a naked boy... It was designed to give them an opportunity to observe the difference in how the opposite gender 'looked' and how to look after a boy's hygiene... how to look after the sensitive parts on his body and how to keep him under control by making him feel good. Effectively, I was there as a 'demonstration model' for the girls. My mother was insistent that I always seemed to enjoy what was going on, and laughed and giggled along with the girls who were learning about me and how my body reacted.

Of course, I was too young to know any different, it all feeling like a game at the time. Looking back, if I did know any better, it would have felt very humiliating. Every bit as shameful (and exciting I guess) as being in the Girls' Club.

My mother also explained that these 'mother and daughter groups' also included sessions provided for Brownie troops and Girl Guides, though it has taken me a lot longer to remember anything about those. As the girls' confidence grew, so other sessions would take place, again at which I was not present. Instead, week by week, gradually older boys would be introduced for the girls to get to grips with and practice their newly forming 'skills.' By the end of the twelfth meeting in any cycle of girls, they would be 'practicing' on boys who were two years older than them... Finally, each girl would be given at least one session with a boy mature enough to ejaculate.

Some of the meetings included self defence, where the girls would learn how to disarm and defeat a boy if they ever needed to fight off a rebellious boy or a potential attacker. The girls practiced judo moves, wrestling techniques and were even coached in how to handle a boy's private parts during combat to render him powerless to resist submission.

"Make a boy hard, make him tingle, and he'll submit... A girl can win, every time."

As my mother revealed all of this, as embarrassing and humiliating as the thought of it all was, I couldn't deny the little erection I had sprouted under the table. I was sexually excited by it all. With my dinner finished, I realised that one of my hands was resting on top of my pyjama bottoms, in contact with my concealed erection.

"I'd never let anyone hurt you sweetheart, I promise you that," my mother concluded with convincing sincerity. She believed it... and I had no choice but to believe her, despite everything. I brushed a tear away from my cheek, and another one from the corner of my eye that was threatening to leak out. "I love you too much Phillipa... You should be proud of the role you played in helping all of those young ladies learn to look after boys and help develop their self confidence in how to... 'appreciate' and understand boys. I'm sure they're very grateful to you."

"But... they all saw me, and-" I began softly, almost girlishly before I was interrupted.

"Well it doesn't matter now Phillipa... what's more important is that you're getting along well with the girls here and learning how much fun it can be when you all play together..."

"Did daddy know what was happening to me at those meetings?"

"Yes he did," my mother replied, clearing away the dinner plates and returning with a bowl of strawberries for each of us. She poured some cream into my bowl and her own and we began our dessert. "It was another thing we disagreed on. He felt you were too young but didn't recognise that you were still at the stage where modesty didn't matter... You were only too keen to run around naked at home, in the garden, at the beach or in the paddling pool at the park and the girls loved how sweet and playful you were... it all looked and felt so natural."

"But your father was insistent that it stopped, and for the sake of the marriage, I did, even though I was sure it was better for you in the long term to be naked as much as possible with members of the opposite sex. That way, everything would feel so much more natural for you... You see, we all know that it's always scary for boys to acknowledge or understand the natural superiority of girls and accept the authority of girls over them if it's left to begin much later than eight or nine years old. By then, boys become ridden with modesty and shyness about their bodies, particularly in front of girls... And boys start to believe the well trodden lies and myths that males are the dominant ones in the world. But that's not nature's plan is it?"

"I guess not..." I replied quietly. Despite all of these answers I was getting, apart from my sexual excitement at the thoughts it was all conjuring in my mind, I wasn't sure that they were the answers I really wanted, or needed. My world was still upside down... and I couldn't stop it.

"So you see, I did try to make things work with your father, but his beliefs kind of drifted away from what we had grown up to learn together... He knew that it would be hurtful to you if we argued over everything. Neither of us wanted that... so with no reasonable compromise available to us, your father moved on and we got divorced. But I stopped participating in the 'mother and daughter' sessions, at least your participation anyway. So I did the next best thing I could think of and I moved us back to Langton Magna... I figured that it was best for you to make your own way... to find the Club and see what happened from there... I learned a lesson too, no matter what my beliefs are, it's not right for me to force anything on you... You don't have to go back if you don't want to..."

"But they have pictures..." I said, taking my mother's word as gospel and that I might really have a choice whether to go back after all. I didn't get chance to finish putting over my concerns... the moment was lost... "They have nudie pictures of me and-"

<knock-knock> I was suddenly interrupted by the brass knocker striking against the heavy, elderly wooden front door...

"Another time Phillip..." my mother said raising her hand to silence me. "Go and answer the door..."

With only half of my strawberries and cream finished, I got up from the dining table in the kitchen, relieved that my penis had regained flaccid status. I went through the hall to the front door and opened it...

Standing there in the early evening in just my Star Wars themed pyjamas, my jaw dropped in disbelief and impending misery, for waiting at the door, was Suzanne Forbes-Marsh. That elfin, eleven year old boy-hating minx... the poisonous younger sister of the girl who led the Langton Magna Girls' Club.

"Shit," I gasped quietly, biting my lip to look over my shoulder. I was hoping that this was going to be a flying visit only.

"Hello Phillipa," Suzanne said brightly, her lips curled in a playful smirk. "Surprise!"

"Errrm, hi... Miss Suzanne..." I blushed. "W-what are you doing here? We're having dinner and..."

"Who is it Phillip?" I heard my mother call from the kitchen behind me.

"It's errrrm... it's Suzanne..." I called out in reply to my mother. My heart was beating fast to counter the blushes and discomfort I felt. As if it wasn't obvious to me why Suzanne was there. The girl let out a fake cough to remind me of my manners... "M-Miss Suzanne..."

"Well don't keep her waiting sweety," my mother replied. "There's a nice bowl of strawberries and cream waiting for her... chop, chop!" I looked at Suzanne and saw her knowing grin, her eyebrows raised, waiting for the inevitable invitation into the cottage.

"C-come in... Miss Suzanne," I offered weakly, opening the door wider to let the eager girl inside. I followed her with symbolic submissiveness, back through the hallway and into the kitchen. I saw that my mother had already put down a fresh bowl of strawberries onto the dining table. The girl had been expected... I returned to my seat, and sat diagonally opposite to her, watching as she placed her bag down at the side.

I didn't finish the remainder of my bowl of strawberries, having quickly lost my remaining appetite. But I watched Suzanne eat hers, with careful, demure precision. For a mouthy, runaway feminist, she was acting quite the lady.

"Have you had a good day today Suzanne?" my mother asked.

"Oh yes Miss Powell," the girl replied sweetly, using my mother's maiden name like Emma had done the previous evening... "We had a wonderful time at the Club today... didn't we Phillipa?"

"My name, is Phillip," I scowled testily. "Miss Suzanne..."

"Well, it was Phillipa who left the club today... all dressed in pink!" she smirked, licking her bottom lip as she looked back at me, daring me to 'bite.' "Pink suits him, don't you think Miss Powell?"

"Well he did look a sight when he came home..." my mother explained. "At first, <giggle> I thought we had a burglar!"

Outnumbered, once more I was being thrust into a world of male submissiveness, right there in my own home.

"And he met Stephanie today too, and they got on like a house on fire!" Suzanne giggled. "Like two little peas in a pod!"

"You see Phillipa?" my mother began to joke, "You're not the only boy in the village after all... and I know he just loves Star Wars like you... You'll be sure to invite him round to play soon, won't you?"

"But mummy... I-"

"Oh I'm sure they'll be playing together quite a bit from now on!" Suzanne quickly quipped. "Unless they're good boys... We had to spank Phillipa today Miss Powell..."

"Miss Suzanne shush... not here... Not in front of my mum!" I begged, hitting the table top with the palm of my hand with a firm 'thud.'

Of course, after being chided by my mother for 'making a scene' in front of our guest, blabber mouth Suzanne had to tell my mother all about what I had done to earn my slippering at the hut earlier in the day. All I could do was sit there and blush scarlet as the intimate details of my trespass, my failed penis inspection and my crime of the century - sitting in the leader's chair was explained.

"Well it sounds like you learned your lesson well Phillipa, hmmm?" my mother asked, putting me on the spot again.

"Yes, mummy..." I mumbled with contrition and humiliation.

"Well that's good... because I believe that young Suzanne here is going to give you your bath tonight..." my mother explained.

"Wh-what?" I gasped in shock. "No way... not her... not here! Please... No mummy!"

"Oh but yes Phillipa... Suzanne here has given up her free time this evening to come and help you out, when she could be out playing with her friends. And it seems that she needs to be a little more... thorough, with you to help make sure you avoid a spanking tomorrow, hmmm?"

"But mummy... she hates me... I don't want her to see..." I whined. "She hates boys..." I replied, looking mournfully at the girl who I just knew would get the job of giving my bath that evening, no matter what my protests were.

"Oh honey, I'm sure that's not true... is it Suzanne?"

"Of course not Miss Powell..." Suzanne said, not really convincing me. "Some boys I like... I've dealt with lots of them... and some are more of a challenge than others. So long as the boy is good and obedient, and knows his place, then me and him will get along without any real problems... I think what some boys fail to understand when they meet me is that I believe strongly in what I have learned from the Club and, if I'm being honest, stuff I kind of knew before I even joined... That is, that girls mature faster, girls are smarter... and in pretty much every sense, girls rule... and boys should obey us without question... Some boys are, intimidated by that... I can't imagine why... after all, it's only what nature intended..."

"There you go Phillipa, see?" my mother said, addressing me directly. "You don't have to be scared of Suzanne... It's really nice of her to want to do this and help you learn to take proper care of yourself, isn't it? Hmmm?"

"Y-yes mummy..." I squeaked. There really wasn't any way out of this.

"Good boy... then I'll go back to watering my plants for a while so Suzanne can take care of you..." With that, my mother went outside into the back yard of the cottage. I gulped... all alone with Suzanne, the boy hater...

"I think you have the wrong impression of me, Phillipa..." Suzanne began when we were alone. I didn't answer and simply shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want any trouble. "Maybe we got off to a bad start... I don't know what you really think about me, deep down... but I can assure you that I'm not a monster... I'm a girl, not a savage. So are you going to be a good boy for me?"

I nodded my head timidly.

"Will you obey me? Yes or no, Phillipa?" she cautioned with more insistence.

"Yes Miss Suzanne," I blushed, my voice a whisper.

"Why?" she quickly added, her fist briefly banging the top of the table, catching me off guard and making me gasp.

"Huh?"

"Why will you obey me?"

"B-because, you're... a... you're a girl..." I concluded, feeling myself weaken with the never-ending turmoil and scarlet coloured shame I was experiencing. My heart raced as I caved in and submitted to her... admitting that I was doing so just because she was a girl. "And girls rule..."

"Very well then, let's go..." With that Suzanne got up from her chair, collected her small brown leather bag and took hold of my hand. Feeling quite small and embarrassed, I allowed the girl to lead me through the hallway, to the stairs and up to the bathroom. I was submitting again. Just letting it happen as she guided me through my own home, like I was a helpless little boy under her command.

As instructed, I stood beside the bathtub whilst Suzanne began to fill it with water. With due care and attention, she made sure that the water was neither too hot, or too cold, and deposited a large amount of bubble bath foam into the water... It smelled of summer flowers... very girlish.

'She's going to make me get as clean as a girl...' I thought as the bath foam aroma filled my nostrils. 'I like feeling as clean as a girl...'

Soon enough, Suzanne turned off the taps and turned to look at me.

"You can't go in like that! Silly!" she smirked with irony pointing at my pyjamas. "So we're nice and clear, tell me again who's in charge Phillipa... girls, or boys?"

"Girls..." I squeaked.

"Then be a good girl for me... and ask me to get you ready for your bath..." Suzanne was smiling at me, no doubt enjoying the inner turmoil of mine that I was experiencing and that she imagined I was feeling. I winced a little as she called me a 'girl.' It all added to the emotional mayhem running through my mind. "Ask me to turn you into a nudie boy, ready for me to bathe you..."

'Am I a girl, or am I a boy?' I thought with confusion... as I slowly lifted my arms straight above my head... I knew what was coming next. I was resigned to it. 'Am I Phillip or Phillipa? She's a girl and she's gonna take off my pyjamas now and see my bare naked willy again... It's not fair... she's gonna look at me... down there... she'll see that I'm a boy... Because I AM a boy... I'm a BOY!'

"Oh gosh," I gasped, my face turning crimson with shame and nerves. "Please Miss S-Suzanne... will you get me r-r-ready for my bath? Please... t-turn me into y-y-your nudie boy... so you can give me my bath..."

"Of course Phillipa... Keep your arms up then, and hold still..." Suzanne said softly but with command in her voice. She moved closer to me and reached out her hands. I felt her grab hold of my pyjama top by the hem at my waist and begin to lift... My body tensed in anticipation as I felt the air in the bathroom surround my newly exposed tummy and navel. My penis lurched and flexed inside my loose fitting pyjama bottoms... it was tingling and starting to stiffen a little. I heard her girlish giggle at my discomfort as she continued to lift my pyjama top clear of my immature nipples.

"Lean forward a little, I can't reach that high..." Suzanne instructed me, with instant obedience on my part. I leaned forward, my feet planting a little further apart. I was being careful not to lose my balance as I felt her tug a little harder at my pyjama top as it collected around my neck and covered my face.

Soon I was free of it and found myself almost covering my bare chest with my arms, as though I were a pubescent girl covering her 'bee sting nipples' from the view of a staring boy... It was a kind of role-reversal... Something no doubt feminine in my mind didn't want her to see my 'boy boobs...' I was really a boy, and there were more pressing things about to be revealed to a girl that I should be embarrassed about. And that was a paradox in itself, Suzanne was no stranger to seeing me naked and in situations a lot more humiliating. I knew it would still feel embarrassing for me to get 'seen' down there by her... just because she was a girl.

I watched in slow motion agony as Suzanne carefully folded my pyjama top on the linen basket, then returned her attention to me more earnestly.

"Please d-don't..." I begged in a hushed whisper, more in hope than anything as she knelt down in front of me, hooking her fingertips into the waistband of my synthetic material pyjama bottoms. I felt my buttocks clench, my tummy flinch as I sucked in my breath, waiting for the inevitable...

"Let's get these down, and we can get started," Suzanne said demurely, with previously unseen maternal disinterest. And so, with girlish efficiency, my eleven year old nemesis tugged my pyjama bottoms downward, quickly seeking to expose my immature boyishness to her eyes once more. My heart thumped hard in my chest, my cheeks burned scarlet and despite being slightly more firm than flaccid, the muscle at the base of my cock flexed all on it's own... I tensed all over, trying to stop the inevitable from happening... trying somehow to use the Force to stop the girl from rendering me naked... or somehow stopping her from looking... But I couldn't...

I was powerless... feeling like a member of the weaker sex because I was a boy, and she was a girl.

As soon as my 'interesting parts' came into view, that maternal disinterest of Suzanne's evaporated quickly. I looked down at her, watching her eleven year old eyes take in the view of preteen masculinity bared before her as she worked my pyjama bottoms down my thighs and legs to pool at my ankles. She smirked at my genitals. Without words, her expression informed me that she found my nudity amusing... that she was glad to be a girl, without one of 'those' between her legs...

Suzanne's smirk of superiority changed to a grin of satisfied victory, biting her lip gently and looking up at me...

"Naughty little boys go pee-pee in the bath, don't they? Do you need the loo, before we start Phillipa?" Suzanne asked, her grin never wavering.

"N-no... Miss Suzanne..." I replied, feeling my cheeks continue to burn with shame. Even if I needed to go, I couldn't have done it with her there, no doubt supervising and watching it all.

"Step out of these then Phillipa... let's get you as clean as a girl... In you get..."

"Yes Miss Suzanne." And as quickly as I could, I stepped out of the pyjama bottoms at my ankles, and climbed into the bath, finding some sanctuary in the albeit feminine bubbles of the bath foam accompanying the pleasingly warm water. For now at least, my boyish privates were out of her view again.

There was a short period of silence... me watching her, and her looking back at me. I wondered if something was wrong...

"Well? What are you waiting for Phillipa?" Suzanne asked as I sat there on my bottom in the bath tub.

"Errrm... Miss Suzanne... aren't you here to... to give me my... my b-bath?" I replied softly.

"Yes I am... but that doesn't mean you can't start all on your own... Come on, show me how a boy like you cleans himself... I'm really just here to make sure you continue to learn to do a thorough job... A girl shouldn't have to do it ALL for you... Honestly, you boys are sooooo lazy... It's no wonder you all stink at first..."

With another burst of crimson humiliation, I tentatively picked up the sponge, aware of the girl watching me... She was going to judge how well I bathed myself. She was just there to correct me... to show me the proper way, after I failed. It was assumed that because I was a boy, I was going to fail... or at least, not match the 'standards expected by girls.'

As I began to use the sponge on my upper body, I watched Suzanne out of the corner of my eye who had focussed her attention on her bag. She was facing away from me as she crouched down in front of it, so I turned my head a little more to stare at her as I washed myself across my chest and under my armpits. My eyes focussed on her white and blue stripy cotton shorts... and her bottom.

'I wish I could see her naked for a change... and see how she liked it...' I thought quickly, soaping over my nipples. 'I'd love to see her bum... and those... secret parts that make her a girl... and so special... Hmmm... I wish I could see all the girls naked, like they've seen me... I wish I could touch them... where they touched me...'

Lost in thought, and licking my lips with thoughts of some sort of divine entitlement to revenge, I was slow to react when Suzanne turned round having finished with her bag. She could see where I was staring before I had chance to look away... She knew I had been staring at her bottom...

"<giggle> I saw you staring Phillipa..." she teased, walking over towards me in the bath. "Naughty little boy... you know it's rude to stare..."

"Sorry Miss Suzanne... I didn't mean to... I-"

"I thought Emma was your favourite anyhow?"

"She is... I mean... Miss Emma IS my favourite..." I blustered, rinsing the soap from my arm pits and over my chest, working the sponge lower down now over my tummy.

"On top of what we caught you doing all alone in the Club hut this morning, it would be an awful shame if I had to tell the other girls... especially Emma... that you're a naughty little 'starer,' wouldn't it?"

"Oh please don't tell, please!" I begged earnestly. "It's Emma I like... honest..."

"Oh? Don't you like me?" she teased again, looking to tie me in metaphorical knots.

"No! Well... not like that..." I stumbled. "Please... you know what I mean... I... I-"

"What's it worth to you for me not to tell?" Suzanne asked with a grin of conspiratorial mischief. "Boys who stare, get spanked on the bare... You know that don't you? And Emma will be so disappointed in you..."

"Nooo! Please... please don't tell... I didn't mean to stare... I couldn't help it Miss Suzanne... I'm sorry... I'll... errrrm..." I stammered, pausing to think... I couldn't think of anything that I could do to make it up to her. After all, I'd only looked at her bottom and it wasn't even naked... But there I was, being tied up in needless knots, being teased by a girl in command of me. I was thinking about Emma too, I didn't want her to think bad of me. You see how suckered in I was? "I'll let you... you know... p-play with me... here... tonight... or tomorrow, in front of the girls... if that's what you want... just don't tell on me... please!"

"Play with you?" Suzanne replied, toying with me and playing dumb, even though I couldn't see it.

"Yes Miss Suzanne... you know... play with my willy... I'll let you do it to me..." I blushed, barely believing what I was submitting to... making promises I wasn't sure I wanted to keep.

"Ohhhhhhh... you mean that you'll let me 'wank' you... if I agree to keep your dirty little secret safe from the others, huh?"

"Y-yes, Miss Suzanne," I crumpled. When she put it like that, it sounded so... naughty... so dirty. As though it wasn't a game any more. Being 'played with' still sounded quite like fun to me... But being 'wanked' was all the more serious, or less pleasant. Difficult to explain...

"Oh gosh Phillipa <giggle> you're so priceless!" she laughed, making the material of the loose fitting white t-shirt, complete with the swirling Union Jack flag motif jiggle.
"Here I am, a girl, making sure that you, a boy, take your bath properly... Don't you see? I get to touch and... 'play with you' tonight as much as I want... for as long as I want... so noooo deal..."

"But... that's not f-fair..." I whined with horror. What else could I do?

"Not fair for you maybe... but I'm a girl and I'm in charge... and I want you to do something much more fun and satisfying for me..."

"L-like wh-what Miss Suzanne?" I squeaked in fear. What could be worse for a boy than submitting to let a girl masturbate him when he didn't want her to do it to him?

"All you have to do is be a really good boy and obey me... like you do ALL of the girls in Club... It's that simple... Do as I tell you... no matter what... got it?" she demanded. So what choice did I have?

"Okay... I will obey..." I replied, looking down into the foam bubbles in the bath between my legs and continued washing myself.

"Good boy... now look here!" she said brightly, holding up some articles of clothing. I watched as she held up and stretched out my Return Of The Jedi underpants... Then she did the same with a second pair of underpants belonging to me... the plain black ones I had worn the day they first gave me panties to wear to go home in. Both pairs were now washed and clean...

"These are nice and clean again now," Suzanne beamed, withering me as I continued to wash myself. "You know Phillipa, us girls found your underpants quite revealing..."

"What do you mean?" I replied with nervous caution.

"Well, before they were washed, we spent quite a bit of time... analysing them... looking for tell-tale little stains... and sniffing them... All in the name of science of course..."

"Oh my god! NOOO!" I blurted with obvious shame and horror. "That's private... you can't! Please say you're just teasing me..." As she smirked at my horror, my blush was as obvious as the shame I felt knowing that she was telling me the truth and that the girls had actually sniffed my underpants... checking out my scent...

"Don't worry... although they were two days old, all the girls were quite impressed... You're not so bad... for a boy. We've dealt with far worse..." I just stared with abject horror and disbelief on my face that girls would even think about doing that with a boy's underthings... as some sort of 'Club ceremony' too... "You didn't think it was only boys who sniffed underwear did you?" I watched her curiously as she folded both sets of underwear and hung them off the edge of the sink.

After that, Suzanne progressed things more quickly and began my bath more intensely becoming more involved in what was being cleaned, and how. She took hold of the sponge and shook it in the warm, foamy water.

As she soaped over my back and chest with the sponge, I surprised myself that I was able to relax a little... It was the second time now a girl had come to give me a bath... and of course, being submerged in the warm, foamy-frothy bath water, I was kind of hidden from her view. Furthermore, for a 'boy hater,' she seemed so gentle with her touches too. I was starting to feel as though I were in good, experienced hands. There wasn't much small talk or chatter at all, in contrast with the previous evening when I had been bathed by Emma.

Repeatedly, I felt the warm, yielding sponge deposit warm, soapy water across my back again... then swashing up over my shoulders... down around my neck to my chest... The sponge focussed on each sensitive little nipple, then sought downward with fresh water to my navel... Suzanne paid some attention there as you would have expected by now... She took time to rub around my navel with two or three soapy fingers, making me suck air into my lungs with a gasp... Finally, I felt her push one of her fingertips into my navel and wriggle it around inside, soaping me and cleaning me there.

After rinsing the water with a fresh dowse from the sponge, Suzanne finally spoke again...

"Stand up Phillipa... arms at your sides for me... let's do your middle now... come on!"

With full understanding of what standing up was going to reveal to Suzanne once more, I gingerly complied, standing up with my feet slightly apart, facing her. Fortunately for me, the bubbles of the foamy water clung delicately to my private parts, obscuring her view of them for a while longer at least. I guess it was a reminder of how small down there I must still have been as an eleven year old boy standing up in front of her.

I bit my lip with embarrassment as I looked down and saw the very tip of my shrivelled little hairless penis trying to poke out from my body and through the soap bubbles. I could see that Suzanne had seen it too... there was that tell-tale smirk on her face again. It was one of those moments that made me hate being a boy... an object of a girl's fun once she had seen a boy naked like this... The small, inoffensive, vulnerable badge of weakness between my legs making a girl feel glad she was different down there from me. Making her feel glad, and superior to me because she was a girl.

My only saving grace was that I wasn't yet erect... or was that something that actually had the power to shame me more... To this day, I couldn't confirm either way. On reflection, I guess with an erection, a boy is seen 'at his best' by a girl.

With the disrupted water in the bath from me standing up swashing around my legs, the aroma of the feminine flowery bath bubbles filled the air and served as another reminder of the embarrassing and naughty atmosphere of the situation I found myself in. And I began to find myself getting 'interested' down there... Some tingling... muscular movements between my legs, all beyond my control. Once again, it was me, an eleven year old boy, surrendering to the acceptance of being bathed by a girl my own age... all on the basis of her helping me become as 'clean as a girl.' It was as though this was totally natural, for a girl to take the lead and bathe a boy so she could continue to show him what he needed to do to become almost as good as her.

"Mmmm Phillipa," Suzanne chuckled as she swiped away the bubbles covering my penis with the sponge... "Looks like your willy is finally saying 'hello' to me down there... It's starting to get stiff... You like me after all..." With that, she wrapped the sponge around my stiffening penis and gripped both the sponge and my cock at the same time, pulling on me a little... It made me gasp, blush and give her my full attention to stop me from losing balance when she gently tugged at me there. It made me feel like she had complete control of me... control of my person... which of course she did, because I was a boy. And a penis is a boy's weakness... "This isn't as bad as you thought it was going to be... is it?"

"N-no, Miss Suzanne..." I panted as she began to rub the sponge over my penis and then my scrotum too. Soon, the girl switched from using the sponge on me, to the softer flannel... it's report against my skin a lot less abrasive and generating far less friction. Satisfied that my ball sac had been cleaned at the front and underneath, she wrapped the flannel around my now semi-hard penis and began to wank me... Oh so very gently... just enough to build and maintain my arousal and demonstrate her control over me. She was toying with her puppet.

Letting out my breath with an almost delirious sigh, I followed up with gasps of arousal as my penis stiffened further in the sheath of the flannel that Suzanne was using to clean me and masturbate me at the same time. As she let the flannel go, I felt the cooler air surround my erection as Suzanne grabbed the soap and applied it directly to the shaft of my virtually erect penis. Her hands were being so gentle... and they felt so warm against the skin of my penis.

"Tell me the words you know for the opposite of the thing that I'm touching..." Suzanne whispered as she worked more of the soap into the skin of my stiffened penis. Forward and back...

"Arrgghhh... mmmm... huh?" I replied with a gasp, wrestling with the tingly sensations that this girl was giving me in my most private place.

"You know, dummy..." she giggled. "Tell me what names you know, for a girl's thing... what she has between her legs instead of this... wriggly little weakling worm that boys have... hmmm?"

Using her slippery hand, she encircled my shaft and pulled downward and off my penis... then re-applied her palm around my shaft and did it again... several times. The slipperiness of her soapy palm teasing me. I gasped again and moved my hips forward, some sort of subliminal response somehow trying to encourage her... It was a boyish response... the predicable desire for a release... a climax.

"Ohhhh... mmmmm-Miss Suzanne..." I panted quietly under her spell, my hips and legs weakening. "Girls have a f-fan... a fanny..."

"Good boy..." she replied... <wank....... wank..... wank....> "What else?"

"A puh.... ohhhh gosh... a pussy... Miss Suzanne... girls have a pussy too... They have a... slit... a vulva..."

"Mmmmm, that's right..." <wank..... wank...... wank.....> "And what else can it be called?"

"Oh please.... no... don't make me say it... they're naughty names... it's not... Mmmmmm... not nice..." I squeaked.

<wank..... squeeze.... wank.... SQUEEZE.... wank.... wank....>

"Come on Phillipa... don't be shy..." Suzanne giggled, her voice a little breathless too. She was enjoying this. "I won't be shocked... and I won't tell on you... I promise... I just wanna hear you say them, while I diddle your little maggot..."

"Please don't!" I begged quietly, blushing with humiliation at the description of my weakling boy genitals as nothing more than a 'maggot.'

<SQUEEZE.... squeeze... SQUEEZE!>

Well that got my attention, as Suzanne's hand squeezed my cock firmly, encouraging me quickly to obey her for fear of worse to follow if I didn't.

"You said you'd obey me... for me not to tell Emma and the other girls about you being a naughty, pervy little starer... So say the words you know... all of them..."

"Okay... okay... I will... I'm sorry Miss Suzanne... honest..." I whimpered...

<wank..... wank..... wank...>

"Girls things are also called a... twat!" I finally whispered, hating myself for saying it, knowing that even worse was about to spill from my liberated potty mouth. "And other boys call it a cu-cu-cunny... I mean a cunt... a girl's cunt!" My voice trailed off into a hushed, timid whisper as my blush deepened. I heard Suzanne gasp with surprise and then chuckle knowingly at the words I had said as she continued to rub my penis back and forth in her hand...

I felt kind of dreamy, dazed and confused as I felt Suzanne's hand grip a little tighter, a little more slippery around my cock... moving up and down, back and forth... Slowly, deliberately wanking me. Controlling me easily like I was just an extension of her own being.

<wank... wank... wank...>

"Good boy... you know lots of words... but you forgot the most important one, didn't you?"

"I d-don't know... Miss Suzanne..." I gasped, unsure even what words I had already said, such was the focus on the joining between the girl's hand, and my penis.

"You forgot the most important word for describing what a girl has Phillipa..." she teased, masturbating me... slowly and firmly... <wank..... wank..... wank....> "A girl calls it her vagina Phillipa... Va...Gy...Na... Vagina... <giggle> You say it..."

"Ohhhh gosh... Mmmmm... Vir-gina... no... Virginia... I mean vagina..."

"Again..." <wank.... wank.... wank> "Say it again Phillipa!" she bristled with an insistent whisper.

"A girl has a va-gi-na... Miss Suzanne... your girl thing is a vagina..."

"That's right Phillipa... and what's better? A vagina, or a weak little boy's worm like yours? Hmmmm?"

<wank.... wank.... wank>

"A vagina Miss Suzanne... Mmmmmm ogggghhhh god! Vaginas are better than boys... I mean better than boys' things..." I was becoming quite confused as I succumbed to Suzanne's sexual and verbal teasing and bullying. "Penises... I mean... vaginas are better than penises..."

"Ohhh, good boy... It's true... vaginas are soooo much better... it's much better being a girl... if only you knew..." she giggled with quiet satisfaction at my behaviour, both verbal and sexual. "When you stared at me... you were secretly wishing that you could see my vagina... weren't you?"

"No... I... errrm... oh gosh... no!" I lied pathetically as I felt her hand grip just a little more tightly around my shaft as she continued to diddle me.

"Don't lie Phillipa! You don't have to lie... At Sunday School, you changed the words of a song to confess that you wanted to see the vaginas of all the girls... And of course, you're a boy... like all the others, you want to see a girl's vagina... It's natural for you to want to look... you boys can't help it... You'd do anything for me if I let you see my va-gi-na... wouldn't you?"

"Y-yes..." I gasped quietly. <wank.... wank.... wank... squeeze...> "Miss Suzanne... Mmmmmgghhhh...."

"Well it's not going to happen..." she replied cruelly. <wank.... wank.... wank....> "And not only did I catch you staring at my bum, you have freely admitted that you would do anything for me if I showed you my vagina... So, you'll make good on that promise to do whatever I tell you, when I tell you just to stop me telling Emma what you've done... hmmmm?"

"Yes, Miss Suzanne, oh gosh, please don't tell her..." I whined, feeling totally humiliated to be so contrite while my tormentress was masturbating me. It was very humbling, almost more so than being spanked by her.

"Good boy... And you've been doing really well to hold so still for me while I've been starting to get you nice and clean down there..." she praised me, satisfied that we had reached a clear understanding.

<wank.... wank.... wank>

"You really are enjoying this as much as me Phillipa... I can tell... I can see it in your face, and I can feel it down here in your willy too... You're as stiff as a board now!! You like having this little bitty thing cleaned by a girl, don't you? You like it a lot, don't you?"

<wank... wank... wank... squeeze...>

"Mmmmm... Yes Miss Suzanne," I whimpered quietly, secretly hoping that she wouldn't stop, but hoping that it would end real soon. My mind a paradox of whirling emotions and thoughts.

"You like it when girls are in charge of you like this... and talking to you about vaginas... don't you Phillipa?"

<wank... wank... squeeze... wank... wank...>

"Ohhhh... god... yesssss <gasp> Miss Suzanne..." I panted. "Girls in charge... Mmmmm... girls rule... Mmmmm... because girls have v-vaginas..."

My pleasure was starting to build nicely... I guess I should have known that it wouldn't last...

As wonderful as things felt in my penis, Suzanne mischievously let go of my penis and retrieved the flannel from the water. Leaving my hips thrust forward rudely, my humiliating erection was as firm as ever, poking out from my hairless crotch. Suzanne squeezed the flannel and rinsed off the soapy bubbles from my penis and scrotum. She had left me hanging... left my cock literally saluting her as much as my modest preteen erection could anyway. She smirked at it again... her judgemental smirk of supremacy at being a girl... being in charge of a penis attached to her boy-shaped puppet... me.

Silently, I panted and wheezed with sexual arousal as I waited and hoped that the lull in my 'cleaning' was only temporary.

"Now you hold still..." Suzanne said with firm insistence, looking up, right into my eyes. "I'm gonna skin the rabbit now... it's time to get you nice and clean under there too..."

"Oh gosh... pl-please don't hurt me..." I flinched, my body tensing in anticipation of the most delicate of operations that the girls seemed to perform on us boys. I moved my hands to try and cover my cock, a vain attempt to protect it.

"Oh don't be a sissy..." Suzanne giggled at my sudden panic. "Come on... it's nothing you've not experienced before... and stop covering... get yourself in 'welcome' position... hands out of the way... Up on your head this time! I like it better that way." With that command, I took a deep breath and obeyed Suzanne, leaving me stood there in the bath, bubbly water up to my knees, my penis sticking right out in front of me and my hands resting on top of my head... Right in front of a fully clothed eleven year old girl who was giving me my bath.

Suzanne picked up the soap from the bath once more and rubbed it between her palms, coating all of her fingers. Once satisfied, she let the soap plop back into the bath and quickly took hold of the shaft of my hairless erection once more. Looking down to my crotch, I watched nervously as the girl circled her fingertip into the funnel at the tip of my taut, tingly foreskin...

"Ohhhhh gosh! Nnnnnggggghhhhh," I whimpered, squirming on the spot... The muscles in my buttocks clenched tight and I pressed my knees together... "Mmmmm... no! Please Miss Suzanne... I can do it myself... honest... I can get myself as clean as a girl there... Please don't! Nnnngghgh...." I was panting and gasping, feeling the invasive finger threaten the tip of my penis as it rubbed over the very end of my glans that was trying to emerge from within my foreskin... Her fingertip rubbed over the sensitive and tiny entrance of my pee-hole...

"No Phillipa... you need to be shown how... by a girl," Suzanne insisted, not wavering from her task as her finger continued it's gyration around the front of my penis. "Practice makes perfect... go on, say it..."

"P-practice makes... perfect, Miss Suzanne... Mmmmm.... oooooh gosh!" I squirmed under her control.

"That's right Phillipa..." she soothed with a playful whisper. "You really should relax and just let me do it... I know all there is to know about bathing boys. What you've got really isn't that complicated and it's certainly nothing special... It's really quite easy to keep clean once you know how... I'm just surprised that so many boys have such difficulty with it... After all, it's attached to you! <giggle>"

Finally, Suzanne squirreled a fingertip underneath my foreskin and began exploring me inside... rubbing with girlish gentleness over the top side of my glans... Just like when I was inspected...

"Nnnnngghghh! Ohhhhhh gosh... Mmmmmm.... Noooooo!" I sighed with resignation as I felt her slip underneath the skin, fingering me so shamefully... all in the name of girlish cleanliness. With the lubrication made from the soap coating her fingers, she suddenly found that her finger easily worked its way up further underneath the hood of my foreskin, and with a little push, her finger was suddenly inside, rubbing over the top of my covered glans... "Ohhhhh nooo! Ohhhh mummy... help me... Please don't! I don't like it! It's naughty..."

Undeterred by my timid protests, Suzanne's girlish fingertip rubbed from side to side over the top side of my tingling glans, then down and around each side. It stroked firmly along the stretched tight frenulum that neatly attached the loosened sheath of foreskin to the stiffened shaft of my penis.

"Noooo... Plleaasee! Stop it! STOP it!" I whimpered, helpless to stop the girl doing what she wanted with my shamefully aroused genitals. My penis betrayed my thoughts... or did it? Uncomfortable, yet tingly sensations coursed through my privates as Miss Suzanne dominated me so easily through my cock.

"Shhhhh... Always remember Phillipa... girls are better than boys..." Suzanne teased me as she fingered over the top of my glans under the flesh of my foreskin... "We always have been... and we always will be... won't we?"

"Ohh god! Please stop! <sniff> Awwww..." I gasped, struggling to keep my legs still with the sensations she was causing between my legs... The horror... the fear... the tingling arousal being maintained. "Ohhh god... okay... okay... Girls are... Nnggghh... girls are better, <sniff>" I sniffled. "I admit it... Mmmmmm.... ohhhhh... I admit it! Girls rule and always will!"

"And boys will always obey girls... won't they?" she whispered with menace. "Because boys have a penis between their legs that's controlled by girls like this... Having a penis... makes boys the weaker sex... doesn't it?"

"Ohhhh god... Miss Suzanne... please stop! Mmmmm... ohhhh yeah... I admit it... boys... always will obey girls... Penises... ohhhhh gosh... Mmmmm... penises make boys... Oh mummy... we're the weaker... s-sex... Boys are inferior... in every way..." I panted in response.

Satisfied with my admissions, Suzanne ran the tip of her invasive finger over the top of my now soap-slippery glans one last time, before withdrawing from my foreskin. The relief from fear when she withdrew like that was like feeling the whole ordeal was over, which of course it wasn't. I was still stiff and tingly... still in need of an orgasm and still standing naked in the bath in front of the girl controlling me.

Continuing with her sexual abuse of me, Suzanne reached out again to grasp my freely standing erection between her hands and in one steady motion, tugged my foreskin right back... nestling fully into place in the coronal ridge behind the purple-grey coloured glans...

"Aggghhhh!! Nooo! <sniff> Don't! Not so hard..." I winced, closing my eyes in shame at what the girl was doing to me. Remembering one of the golden rules to always look at the girl or at what she was doing to me, I bit my lip and opened my eyes again, looking at her face as she looked at my privates. Her expression was part concentration, and part joyful engagement in what she was seeing, and what she was doing.

"Come on... be like a big brave girl for me... not a sissy boy!" she teased. "You know this has to happen to get you all nice and clean..." And like so many of the girls who had so far had to deal with me during the week so far, Suzanne demonstrated her undeniable expertise in boy-handling and just as quick, drew the foreskin forward again and back into it's normal position, covering the soapy-slippery tip of my penis.

She repeated the process three or four times, working the foreskin more loosely each time, and getting me ready for the next phase of my cleansing...

"Mmmmmm, ohhhhhhh gosh... Please... I really can do that myself... Emma showed me..."

"Shhhhh! No nonsense, or I might have to spank you... Come on Phillipa... it's really no big deal... You're just making this needlessly hard on yourself..."

As much as I was humiliated, and ashamed of what I was 'allowing' myself to undergo at the hands o the girls, I steeled myself inside to get through it. I mean, Suzanne wasn't really hurting me... It was embarrassing... it was uncomfortable... but I was as stiff as a board... I was tingling all over my crotch with sexual desire. I wanted her to make me climax. I couldn't deny that... So I pressed onward and held on for the ride ahead, however bumpy.

I watched as Suzanne left my foreskin fully retracted, gathered up the soap and rubbed it between her palms. With a dainty 'plop,' the soap returned to the bubbly water and I watched her right hand encircle the shaft of my erection. With a playful, satisfied giggle, she soaped all over the little pre-pubescent purple-pink glans in front of her, swapping hands several times to do a thorough job 'polishing me.'

"Good boy Phillipa..." Suzanne said softly, allowing her satisfied smirk wander upward along my naked body and into my timid, embarrassed eyes. I could do nothing but let her touch me like that and continue her bathing of me. As you can expect, my sexual root 'welcomed' the renewed attention, that much was obvious to both her and me... God it felt so naughty and debasing...

Then she was at my taut, tingly little frenulum... the sensitive little spot that attached my foreskin to my actual penis... She carefully rubbed over it with her soapy fingers, circling it... 'caring for it...' The same fingers sought and caressed into the ridges of my glans, rubbing along them, around the bulb... soaping and cleaning... making me tingle but giving me no relief from the budding sexual cravings within my loins and my mind.

'Girls are better than boys...' I mused treacherously in my mind, my eyes switching between my penis and observing the girl's variable expressions on her 'pretty' face. 'Girls will always be better than boys... it's natural... there's nothing boys can do about it... It's just nature... Girls are better at washing up dishes... girls are better than boys at football... at cleaning willies... My willy belongs to girls... my little weakling willy... Oh gosh... help me... somebody... I wish I was a girl... I don't want to lose... boys are always going to lose to girls... but it feels good... Noooo, it's good to be a boy... girls make you feel good to be a boy... like this... I don't care that girls are better... I just want to feel good... Mmmmm...'

"Nearly finished with your cute little willy Phillipa... good boy!" Suzanne said, reaching forward to place the pink shiny clean pad of her finger right on the tip of my now fiery looking glans. Her finger nestled right at my pee-hole. I gasped, worrying what she was going to do, and took a deep breath as well as clenching my buttocks hard. But I had nothing to fear, Suzanne merely took the time to gently roll my loosened foreskin back into place over my glans, enclosing around the pad of her finger... She gently wriggled it around inside the funnel that my foreskin made, then withdrew her hand completely from my still stiffly saluting penis.

It was a brief lesson... Trust the girl in command... obey the girl in command... and it would all be okay for the boy... A reminder that they were girls... not savages... and good boys were treated well and often rewarded. I hoped that I would be rewarded.

"Ohhhhh..." I let out my breath with renewed relief.

"Good boy Phillipa..." Suzanne praised me, herself seeming a little breathless, no doubt from her own tingles of excitement. "If you look after it, there's no way your foreskin and penis will fail inspection tomorrow... I guarantee it... You're as clean as a girl there right now... But no doubt you'll go pee-pee a couple of times before bed and again in the morning... Because you're still immature <smirk> and can't shoot like a big boy, it's only stale pee that makes you smell under there. So you really should follow your own example and take another bath in the morning... Just to be sure... understood?"

"Ohhh... gosh..." <pant> "Yes Miss Suzanne... I will... I promise!" 'I'm a good boy... I obey girls... I'll be clean soon... just like her... just like a girl...'

"Okay... turn around and bend over Phillipa... I'm going to wash your bum now for you..." Suzanne instructed with efficient naturalism. The madness was not going to end just yet. My humiliation barely half way...

"Wh-what? Do you have to?! I can do it... I can..." I protested, firmly at first, but with resignation to the inevitable. The protest soon tailed off. I just knew it was going to feel nasty...

"Don't be such a big silly-billy... I'll be gentle... You really have the wrong idea about me... I mean... I didn't even bring my camera with me tonight..."

"But..." I sheepishly tried again.

"No buts... Let me do it without any fuss and not only will there be no need for a spanking... but maybe I'll treat you... and make you feel good. I know how much you like that... I can see in your willy and on your face how much you really want to..."

"Okay..." I replied with a timid whisper. As embarrassing as it was going to be, the carrot of maybe being made to feel an orgasm after was a very good incentive for a boy like me. I had been offered a reward for good behaviour if it continued.

"Good boy... go on then, turn around," she encouraged, smiling at me. With her command issued again, I slowly turned round, presenting my clenched buttocks to her gaze and then bent over, resting my hands on the bath where it met the wall. In that pose, I gave Suzanne a good, close up view of my bottom.

"Phillipa, I need you to grab your bum cheeks and pull them apart for me so I can get the wash cloth in there real good... I can't do it if you clench them together like that... Not without getting nasty with you, and I really don't want that hassle with you tonight..."

"Oh god... okay... Miss Suzanne," I replied, feeling the embarrassment of pulling my buttocks apart to expose my anus to the girl before I had even started. 'This is so embarrassing...'

I adjusted my position, being careful not to lose my balance and fall over in the bath. With my feet planted a little further apart, I reached round and held my buttocks in my hand, before tentatively easing them apart... I felt dirty... I felt small and fully ashamed. I could only imagine what I must have looked like to Suzanne... My little anus, all wrinkled and pink looking, staring Suzanne right in face... and just beneath, my delicate, vulnerable scrotum free for her to view and inspect... and maybe tickle.

"Hmmmm, that's better... now hold real still or you'll fall over..." Suzanne cautioned me with quiet confidence of an experienced bath-hand. I could hear her soapong up the flannel once more, swirling the bubbly water around inside the tub. The smell of summer, feminine flowers filling my nostrils.

Finally, Suzanne made contact with my bottom, her hand encased in the soapy, warm flannel. I felt it first at the bottom of my back... running down into the fine crease that marked the start of my bottom... Long, sweeping movements with the cloth from tail bone down to scrotum... then back again... She did that several times, each instance with a slightly more firm pressure, being sure to swipe me clean, and cleaner still.

I gasped and panted at the sensation of the wash cloth as it passed between the cheeks of my buttocks, rubbing back and forth slowly along the hairless crease of my bum crack... tantalisingly swashing and grazing over the hole of my anus as it traced up and down.

"Ohhhh... Mmmmm... gosh!" I exclaimed, feeling the muscle at the base of my penis flexing, reminding me of my tingling tumescence. Just as Emma had done the previous night, Suzanne rubbed more firmly into the crease of my bottom with each pass, thoroughly feeling for my timid starfish... Once she found it, she circled the cloth around it, washing around it in tightening circles.

"You're being such a good boy Phillipa," Suzanne giggled as she saw me struggling not to squirm and call out with loud gasps of what was obvious sexual excitement. "Being so brave like a girl... I'm nearly done, but keep nice and still for me... Mmmmm... that's it... good boy..." <rub... rub... rub...> "That's where it gets all dirty and nasty for boys..."

"Ohhhhh, gosh!" I panted as I felt her fingertip, encased in the wash cloth almost penetrate the sphincter of my anus... The muscle tightened in there beyond my control, from fear and shame no doubt.

"Lazy little boys get dirty, smelly stains in their panties if they're not thorough when cleaning back here... especially after toilet time... We don't want you to make a mess in you panties do we Phillipa?" <rub... rub... rub...>

"Noooo Miss Suzanne..." I replied quickly, unable to stop my bottom clenching as the finger inside the washcloth circled around the rim of my anus, threatening to push inside the hole. "Pleeeaaase! I want to be as clean as a girl!"

"Good boy..." Suzanne giggled at my desperation, aware that it was part sexual arousal, part shame, and part desire to be a good, clean obedient boy. "You see why it's so important for girls to make time to show boys how to do things... properly... and perfectly... don't you?"

"Yessss... Miss Suzanne... Mmmmmnngghh..." I quivered pathetically, dreading the inevitable invasion of her finger into my actual bottom... beyond the muscle... but wishing that she would hurry up and get it over with.

"Good girl... keep those chubby little bum cheeks wide apart for me... Mmmmm... just like that..." the giggling girl instructed as she removed the wash cloth and then retrieved the soap from the warm water around my legs and feet... It was time for her to slide the bar of soap right along the splayed crease of my bum, making sure I was nice and soapy and slippery...

I knew what was coming next... it was part of the routine that had started the previous evening with my first love, Emma. Now it was Suzanne's turn... She took what seemed like an eternity to coat her index finger with soap suds... Then having left the wash cloth behind, it was her finger this time that reached forward... and began to circle around the quivering hole of my anus... Using her girlish experience and powers of consistency, Suzanne's finger made gentle, but firm wide circles around the rim at first... before working closer and closer to the centre... her prize...

"Nnnnnggggghhhhh!" I grimaced and tensed as I felt her fingertip slip almost effortlessly through the barrier of my sphincter... her fingertip inside my anus.

"Good boy... hold nice and still... I want to be gentle with you..." Suzanne soothed with a soft, girlish whisper. "I'm really not a boy hater... not all boys anyway... Some I like... and I'm always gentle with boys I like if they behave and obey..."

"Mmmmm... ohhhhh... please be gentle Miss Suzanne..." I gasped softly in response to the sensation of her fingertip arriving inside me... I squirmed my bottom, almost encouraging her to push her finger further... "I'll always obey girls... I promise... girls rule forever..."

After a brief pause, Suzanne wriggled her fingertip around just inside my bottom for a moment before pushing a little harder and nestling her finger further inside... I was sure I could feel at least two knuckles inside. I gasped again, feeling her soapy finger moving around inside me... exploring me like I was being inspected in the Club hut.

"Good boy... you like being fingered like a girl don't you Phillipa? Hmmm?"

"Uh-huh... Mmmggghh..." I responded instinctively as I felt the finger begin to move in and out of my bottom, like the pistons of a steam locomotive just starting to leave the station. I was squirming on her finger, welcoming it, and trying to free myself of it at the same time such was my bodily confusion.

"Oh yes..." <giggle> "All boys come to like this in the end..." In and out her finger penetrated me... the slipperiness of her finger reducing the friction and restriction of the muscles in my bottom that would normally try to stop it from happening. The soapiness of her finger both easing her entry, and helping to clean me inside. And my penis remained rock hard throughout the anal invasion. My body was telling me how much I liked being fingered like a girl... by a girl... in my bottom. And the girl would see it when I turned back round... She would know... She already did...

Soon, the fingering was done, and Suzanne removed her finger from my anus. Behind my back, I assume that she checked it with the usual thoroughness like only the girls could. A visual and nasal 'review.' Rinsing off her hand and retaking the wash cloth, she rinsed my bottom thoroughly, again taking time to 'care' for me from tail bone to scrotum...

<flick>

"Ow!" I yelped as I felt her flick a finger at my scrotum, catching one of my little delicate testicles.

"Ha-ha!" she giggled... "Okay, that's the bath done with..." She sounded so different, more maternal and caring again. It was like being with a different girl... a lot more likeable that any of my experiences with her so far that week. That said, will make it clear that I was still Emma's... "All clean like a little boy should be... Stand up straight, turn around... and put your hands back on your head..."

With relief that the ordeal may be coming to an end, I obediently stood up and turned round to face Suzanne once more, fully aware of the raging erection betraying how I was feeling... It served to remind me how much I must have been enjoying all of the attention I was getting, and how naked I was in front of such a young girl... a girl my own age. Those kinds of embarrassing sensations are never forgotten. Sure, they can be managed a little... it's never easy is it? But a boy never forgets, even when he is fully grown.

With my hands on top of my head, I took a moment to look at Suzanne and saw her silently smirking at my hairless erection. It was a knowing look... I wasn't the first boy she had dealt with, I wasn't the last... but I could gather that she knew the power she had over a boy like me... Once again, as a girl, she had successfully enforced my obedience, through the bath I had been given and now standing in such a way as to confirm my submissiveness to her. That and the tell-tale erection sprouting from between my legs, saluting her... acknowledging her total superiority and command over me. The erection that proved that I had 'enjoyed' it... and that I was aroused by it... sexually. As a boy of eleven, I hated her knowing about that bit...

"Wow Phillipa! Look at you!" she teased me, pointing at my penis with dramatic effect.

"Please d-don't look at it like that Miss Suzanne," I blushed quietly, tempted to turn my body away. "It's embarrassing... please let me cover up now..."

"Oh come on silly... It's nothing I haven't seen before is it? And you look so cute and funny stood there like that!" she replied dismissively.

"But I can't help it..." I whined weakly, feeling powerless and bodily out of control... down there between my legs at least.

"And that's why girls are naturally superior to boys... and why girls will always be better than boys..." Suzanne began with an air of scientific revelation. No doubt quoting from the Big Book Of Boy Secrets. "You really don't have to fight it you know?"

"Fight w-what?" I replied timidly.

"The fact that females are naturally superior to males... and that males should follow the lead and command of the females in their lives... Look... you can't help what happens to your penis, when it gets all stiff and horny like that... You're just being male... You're just a boy... It's what you are... you can't control it... But girls can... I did that to you... didn't I? I made you get all stiff... didn't I?"

"Y-yes... Miss Suzanne..." I gulped, re-learning my lesson in my full, naked and sexually aroused 'glory...'

"There you go... you couldn't control it... you couldn't help yourself... because I'm a girl... I came along, gave you a nice bath and bingo... I made your willy get hard... I made it happen... Remember, when a girl has control of your penis... she has control of you... There's no getting away from it... You don't have to fight it, because you can't help it any more than you can stop it. It's nature's way of telling you that it's okay to be a boy... and it's okay to accept that girls rule, and boys should obey... If nothing else it feels kind of nice for you as a boy when girls have control of your penis... doesn't it?"

"I... errrm... I guess so Miss Suzanne..." I replied, more in hope that I was going to be rewarded with a climax than reading too much into the detail of what she was saying.

"Good... because I did kind of promise you a reward for being a good boy for me... Now get out of the bath and let me dry you off..."

I waited for Suzanne to grab hold of the large bath towel hanging on the rail before returning to stand in front of me with open arms, holding it aloft... I gingerly climbed out of the bathtub and into the soft, warm fabric of the towel... I held still, feet planted apart as Suzanne towelled me down... Like Emma before her the previous evening, Suzanne hummed away as she dried me off... For the first time, I recognised the tune she was humming... it was 'anything you can do, I can do better...' I blushed... even through humming, a girl was teasing me about the battle of the sexes. And as you would expect, she spent a long time making sure my bottom and my genitals were thoroughly dry.

Once satisfied that I was dry enough, Suzanne fully removed the towel from me, leaving me to feel the cool air circulate all over my body as she reached in and let the water begin to drain from the tub. As the water drained noisily down the plug hole, the girl laid the bath towel right out neatly onto the floor next to me. This was quickly establishing itself as a nightly bathing routine supervised by the girls on rotation.

"You know what to do after last night Phillipa... Lay yourself down on your back for me..." Suzanne instructed.

"Yes Miss Suzanne..." I replied more eagerly than at any time during my bath experience with her. Quickly, I began to arrange myself on the bath towel. There was no cushion to place my bottom on, so I was flat to the floor on my back... I then moved to bend my knees so that I could plant both soles of my feet together. Finally, to complete my picture of compliance, I positioned my hands so that they rested on top of my head.

"Good boy... but I didn't ask you to get into 'playtime' position... We're not ready for 'that' just yet," she smiled. "But do you see how well you and me can get along now that we know each other a little better? Hmmm? Now you've learned how to obey the girls at the Club?"

"Yes, Miss Suzanne... th-thank you..." I replied, submitting to let her move my legs, feet, arms and hands to where she wanted them. I ended up literally just on my back, facing up... One to one, she seemed a completely different girl to that snooty, interruptive creature I had met at the Club. I wondered if she would still be nice to me again at tomorrow's meeting... or if she would 'revert to type' in front of her friends...

I paid little attention to her as I waited in position, while she rooted around in her little brown bag at the side of me. Then, curiously, she held a small maroon coloured bottle with a tall black screw on lid in front of me. I didn't fully register what it was at first... my mind had raced ahead to the thought of an 'orgasm treat' or something. But my ordeal was about to continue...

"Now that you're as clean as a girl... I think it's time you had your nails painted, like a girl too..." Suzanne smirked playfully at me as though she were addressing a toy doll. She held the bottle closer to my eyes to satisfy my curiosity and confusion. Sure enough, it was nail varnish...

"Wh-what?" I stammered in disbelief. "No way! You can't... I'm a boy... I'm a boy... I don't want to be a girl... You can't pain my nails... Please!"

"Oh Phillipa, don't be such a spoilsport... I see perfectly well that you're a BOY... Duh! It's just for pretend..."

"Please don't... you'll all laugh at me... I'm not a girl..." It was another affront to my boyishness... to my male pride. And it was an indication to Suzanne that my journey towards the 'Dark Side' of the Force, to accept the superiority of females still had some way to go... To be 'just like a girl' was somehow shameful for me a boy, even though girls were smarter... stronger... and every which way naturally better than boys... Even though girls were perfect, it was still degrading for me as a boy to try and be like a girl.

"Phillipa... listen... earlier on, when I caught you staring at my bum, you promised me that you'd obey me... didn't you?" Suzanne said... there, she had me.

"Y-yes... b-but..."

"There are no buts... come on... it'll be fun, I promise... Be a good boy and there may be a treat for you... hmmm?"

"But I'm a boy... boys don't wear nail varnish... What will Emma say? What will my mum say? Please don't..." my quiet protests began to melt away, replaced by a kind of reluctant resignation. I was liking the thought of getting a 'treat,' if not the thought of what was required to get it... I was stalling for time, delaying the inevitable like when the girls commanded me to strip naked for them each day at the Club.

"Come on... I thought you were a big, brave... boy..." she teased, pressing various emotional buttons to get me to comply. "It's the school holidays... nobody else but the Club are going to see... Stephanie wears nail varnish sometimes... and so should you..."

"Stephanie?" I asked with curiosity. "I mean, Stephen? You make him wear nail varnish too?"

"Uh-huh... and I know that Emma will find it cute on you if you try it..." she said, the word 'Emma' making me focus, just as Suzanne hoped it would. "She'll find that cute... as opposed to hearing about you staring at my bottom and imagining my bare naked... vagina..."

I gulped... I really didn't want Suzanne to tell Emma anything... I just wanted it to be Emma and me... together... My obedience was bought, yet again... in exchange for her silence.

"Okay... I'll let you do it..." I replied quietly, my cheeks crimson with doomed embarrassment.

"Good boy! I knew you'd see it my way..." she replied like a perfect little classroom know-it-all... "So what shall we do first... hmmmmmm... fingers... or toes? Fingers or toes... fingers or toes..."

"Fingers!" I replied gruffly, trying to maintain an air of masculinity... as if Suzanne was not able to see my masculinity, still pointing upward... still stiff... and still tingly.

"Okey-dokey..." she giggled, twisting off the black lid from the bottle. As the lid came off, I saw for the first time that the lid of a nail varnish bottle included the little girly paint brush with which to apply the varnish... Kneeling beside me, she took hold of my left hand and began to apply the brush to my thumb nail...

I breathed in hard through gritted teeth, as though the application of the girlish, maroon coloured nail varnish was going to begin some sort of real life physical transformation into a girl. Penis becoming a vagina and everything. But it didn't... I didn't really feel anything as the nails of my left hand were painted by the girl. I didn't really feel any different at all...

But there was the pungent smell of the nail varnish itself... It filtered through my nostrils with vigour. A sweet, intoxicating smell... making me feel a little light headed when too much went up my nose at once. So I looked away to seek fresher air as she continued to paint me.

"That's one..." Suzanne called out, letting my left hand go... "Keep it face up, while the varnish dries... You have good nails, for a boy... You'd have been a very pretty girl you know? If nature hadn't seen something in you it didn't like... and turned you into a boy instead..." With her verbal teasing, the muscle at the base of my penis flinched, making my erection bob a little. I'm not sure if she noticed. "Gimme your right hand next..."

And so, my right hand fingers and thumb received the nail varnish too... then the toes of my left foot... and finally, the toes of my right foot. All of my fingers, thumbs and toes had their nails painted maroon...

"All done..." Suzanne said brightly... "Just like a girl..."

I blushed scarlet as I held my hands up in front of my face as I lay there. The maroon coloured nails right in front of me, the second step (after bathing) towards being 'just like a girl...'

"H-how long do I have to keep this stuff on?" I asked nervously.

"Well... let's just say that nail varnish isn't allowed in school... soooooo..."

"Noooo! I can't go like this all summer... please!" I panicked.

"Maybe not all summer... but consider it as part of your Club uniform now until we say... After all, maroon isn't the only colour... there's so many we can try..."

"Oh god! This is crazy!" I said with indignation.

"Oh but so much fun... you'll see... If you're a good boy, that coat should last until next week... Now... it's getting late... so enough silliness... get yourself in 'playtime' position and I'll get the talcum powder... soon be time for a 'treat.'"

So, I readjusted my position as I had before the nail varnish was applied. I lay there prone on the bath mat, like a baby boy waiting to have his nappy put on by a caring, curious older girl about to 'care for' the 'little differences' of my sex compared with her own. For a few brief moments, Suzanne left my side and returned with the familiar looking tube of powder that was normally used by my mother.

Kneeling down at my side again, the girl began to lightly pepper my tummy with the talcum powder... The feminine, flowery scent filled my nostrils with maternal nostalgia of longed for warm cuddles. Feelings of letting go of angst... the scent hypnotically seducing me to accept the truths spoken at the Club... and the acceptance of female dominance. Almost another feminisation of my masculinity. A boy, being coated in feminine powder... being cleaned... and made to smell like a girl... nails painted like a girl... The aroma of flowers... fairies... and princesses... an aroma that reminded me of male weakness. Thoughts like that raced through my youthful mind, vying for attention. Like my penis was.

Amazingly light as the sensation was, I could just feel the sprinkles of talcum powder as they landed on my tummy, and then followed the gentle, soothing girlish fingers as Suzanne began to rub the 'feminising' powder into my smooth skin. It felt wonderful as her fingers spread out and rubbed the powder all over my tummy, around and into my navel and down further towards the very top of my crotch... agonising and teasing... almost tickling me.

I giggled, relaxing with acceptance as Suzanne 'cared for me' diligently working the powder over and over into my skin. Maybe I was enjoying this... some of it. Lots of it I hated, both at the time and looking back with a curious fondness for my life back then. But I see that I was learning... about life... about the two sexes and growing to live for moments of pleasure like I was experiencing at the hands of Suzanne. Emma, Suzanne... all of the girls were teaching me so much, including about my own body.

"You see Phillipa? It can be a lot of fun when you're a good boy and do what girls tell you... can't it?" she whispered, enjoying my giggles as she rubbed powder into my chest... all over my nipples, then long stroking movements down to the area below my navel again... It was sensual. It was exciting, sexually, even without her touching my penis. "It feels good to obey a girl... doesn't it? Hmmm?"

"Uh-huh..." I panted dreamily, succumbing to her gentility. "Miss..."

"Lift up your legs Phillipa... and hold them apart for me a little..." Suzanne giggled quietly at the enchanting impact she was having on me. "Your little boy parts need attention of course... but not just yet..."

"Mmmmmm... ohhhhh..." I breathed deeply, losing myself in the moment, trying to picture Emma doing it to me instead. I was fantasising... I still had enough about me to lift my legs and grip them with my hands under my knees... I instantly recalled just how humiliating the pose was, how degrading it was with a girl overseeing everything like that. But I was so sexually stimulated by it. Deep down, I wanted it to continue... I was chasing the 'happy ending' that I hoped would entreat me.

"Right back... come on... that's it... good boy... Show me your bum again... Good boy!" Suzanne chuckled as she watched me struggle to adopt and then maintain the position. Of course, positioned like that, I couldn't see what was happening now, but I sensed the girl sprinkling the powder onto my buttocks, and between the cheeks of my bottom... right over my newly sparkling clean little pink starfish.

And then she began to rub the delicate soft powder into my equally soft pre-pubescent skin. Her fingers traced daintily over my buttocks in wide circles, then rubbed more invasively into the crease between them... Her fingers tickled and rubbed over my perineum and then right over my anus... several times... Oh gosh that made me gasp with renewed excitement. It shouldn't have... but it did. It felt so naughty. I so wished it was Emma doing it. I would have rowed a canoe over Niagara Falls at that moment to swap Suzanne for Emma...

"Nnnnngghghh, ohhhh god... Emma... Mmmmmm... oh Suzanne... not there! It tickles..." I panted in confusion as the girl's fingers rubbed repeatedly over my ticklish little anal opening. My penis flinched with arousal, my emotions a blitzkrieg of randomly directed thoughts... sexual feelings... submissive feelings... nice feelings. Feeling as clean as a girl. Painted like a girl... smelling like a girl.

"Legs down a little..." Suzanne said quietly, undeterred in her task, but well aware of the affect she was having on me. This was another demonstration of her power as a girl... the mysterious 'Dark Side of the Force.'

Moving my legs a little, gave her access to the next target in her list. With my legs still in the air and with my bum still very much on display, Suzanne sprinkled some more of my mother's flowery talcum powder onto the wrinkly-crinkled skin of my immature little ball sac... Again, just like I was a baby boy...

Suzanne was 'loving' in her attention to me, careful in her actions so as not to render pain to my testicles inside as the powder was spread and rubbed into my sensitive and delicate skin. I imagined the white powder turning my skin from 'naked boy pink,' to a dusty, milky creamy white. The attention made the skin of my scrotum react and tingle, again almost making me feel ticklish and making me giggle... I felt relaxed, playful like a baby... maybe even content...

"Okay Phillipa... back down into playtime position now... You've been a very good boy, so now it's time for your little winky to get a treat... Would you like that?"

"Yes Miss Suzanne..." I replied quickly, re-establishing my 'playtime' position as swiftly as I could. The aroma of the talcum powder lingered in the air as I moved.

"Then ask me nicely... to play with your little winky... until you feel a nice little boy cum..." she teased me, enjoying the blushes still coursing through my cheeks.

"Please... Miss Suzanne," I began, a submissive, almost babyish tone to my voice. "I've been a good boy... Please play with my little boy winky until it feels good... Make me have an orgasm... Please diddle me down there... You're a girl, and girls can do it better than boys can!"

Suzanne looked so pleased with what I said as she looked at me. It was embarrassing, but it was an 'occupational hazard' for a boy to get what he wanted when dealing with girls like this who were so sure footed in getting what they wanted. She had a mission to dominate and humiliate me... to convert my beliefs to those of her own and her friends. I had a mission to accept the domination, accept the beliefs and allow myself to feel good to compensate me while it happened.

I felt so exposed again and sexually aroused as Suzanne sprinkled some of the feminine talcum powder all over my bare naked crotch that had not yet received the powder. The smooth hairlessness of my crotch, was soon dotted with powdery sprinkles. The shaft of my penis too... stiffly erect as much as it could be, craving attention as it tingled.

Soon, Suzanne began to rub the powder into the skin of my bald pubis in tickling wide circles... and then along the shaft of my penis... I saw my penis begin to change colour... The boyish pink hues of my previous nudity, were changing shade... lightening, until my skin became a milky, pinkish powdered white... Only the very tip of the funnel made by my foreskin seemed to stay natural pink... almost a more 'angry' or 'desperate' red, such was the prolonged sexual arousal I was being subjected to.

To rub the powder into the shaft of my upright erection, Suzanne had to enclose her fingers gently around my shaft and the base, then pull gently upwards, working the powder into my skin... It throbbed longingly in her hand, desperate for a release... to feel an immature, dry-climax.

Each time she reached the top of my shaft and let go, my hips lifted off the bath towel, into the air, pushing upward to try and meet her hand again... encouraging her. The sign of a submissive boy dancing to the tune purveyed by the girl in charge of him.

"Miss Suzanne... Mmmmmm... please... it's tingling... please play with my winky..." I panted, making the girl attending to me giggle, recognising her inevitable victory over me.

"Say the boys' code then... and I'll make you feel good Phillipa..." Suzanne challenged me. Just one more self debasement, and I'd get my reward... "I'll make you feel really good inside your little weakling willy..."

You can imagine how badly I wanted this... despite the ordeal of being naked... being bathed... being 'made' to say things I may or may not have agreed with. But the tingling I felt... the need to feel good I felt... it was like I had a purpose. It was however, just another piece in the jigsaw of domination that the girls oversaw each time they had a boy to play with.

The girls relished the chance to watch a boy feel good, to experience a climax that was brought about by 'them,' or enforced by them even if he didn't want to. They had the power to make a boy want to climax... to crave it... and do almost anything to get that feeling between his legs... And of course, the girls had all the necessary powers to make him climax. Whether they made the boy masturbate himself, or use a variety of techniques to masturbate a boy themselves... THEY had the power. Boys are puppets to girls... docile, malleable and weak given the right conditions. And with the Big Book Of Boy Secrets, the Langton Magna girls had all the pieces of the jigsaw... all the right conditions, and the talent, to tame ANY boy they chose.

I confess... I wanted it so bad... so I said it...

"Miss Suzanne... errrm... Girls are in charge, boys are not... Boys... are slaves... girls are not... Girls rule forever... and boys obey... Because girls are better, in every way..."

"Ohhhh good boy!" Suzanne beamed. "You're getting really good at saying that Phillipa... You know, the more you say it, and the more you think about it... the more you'll start to see how true it all is... You don't have to fight it... not now you know that if you're a good boy, girls can make you feel good like this... hmmmm?"

And with that, Suzanne took the stiff little hairless erection of mine inside the warm fingers of her right hand... and carefully, firmly drew down my foreskin...

<tug... tug... pop> It popped into place snugly behind the ridge of my corona... and I gasped in readiness for the treat I was about to receive, my mouth hanging open in wonder. She had my full attention... expertly handling me by the cock, and it felt good... She could have used me to wipe the floor like a mop and it would have felt good if she were holding me by the cock as she did it...

"Your mummy will be coming to check on us soon," Suzanne began, reorganising her fingers so that she gripped my penis just below the newly exposed fiery red looking glans... "So I'm going to do this nice and quick for you Phillipa... nice and firm... No messing about... I'm going to show you how quickly a girl can make a boy feel all weak and silly between his legs when she wants to... Okay?"

"Yes, M-Miss Suzanne..." I replied, softly nodding my head, fully under her spell. "M-make me f-feel... w-weak..." As I spoke, she nodded her understanding of my own understanding, and planted her free hand down flat to my hairless pubis. She pushed her palm down firmly onto my skin, her fingers reaching over the front of my scrotum, gripping me there, while my upright penis shaft was 'trapped' around the base by the web of skin between her thumb and forefinger... For those of you that want to know, that part of our body is called the 'purlicue...' Yes, I looked it up.

Oh boy, she had me held firm... no getting away... The only thing that was going to happen now was my sexual surrender to her hand, and what she could do to me because I was a boy. A puppet under her control... What my body was about to feel was all down to her... she could go as quick as she wanted, she could go as slow as she wanted. She was in charge, and I knew it. Suzanne was going to do this to me because SHE wanted to... she wanted to see the effects of that power she had over me. The power that all girls, given the right circumstances, have over any boy.

And so she began, true to her word... a firm, deliberate masturbation of my penis... a functional demonstration of girl power... not a sexual act driven by love or affection. Arousal and occasion, definitely on behalf of both of us. But not love.

<wank-wank-wank-wank> The immediate friction of her thumb and forefinger rubbing up and down quickly over my frenulum and loose skin of my retracted foreskin was driving some amazing sensations in my penis... It was overtaking my mind more quickly than I could picture everything. Suzanne really was quick...

<wank-wank-wank-wank> with the staccato report of a machine gun firing.

"Ohhhh... gosh... Mmmmmm..." I murmured, in total surrender to her control over my penis... control of my whole person. I was hers at that moment... her toy to play with... I was being rewarded for being a good boy... and she was being rewarded with the chance to make a submissive boy climax because of what SHE was doing to him... doing to me. Playing me like an instrument because she wanted to... Wanking me... hard.

"Mmmmmnngghh..." I grunted as my foreskin yielded with the friction, back into place to cover my glans again, making her strokes even easier as she continued to diddle me. <wank-wank-wank-wank>

It could have been little more than ten seconds since she started masturbating me. But it began... the climax was unfolding... In 'playtime' position as I was, the soles of my feet pressed tighter together, I clenched my teeth and sucked a deep breath inside with a 'whoosh.'

"Easy-peasy..." Suzanne giggled, recognising the signs of a newly starting boy-climax... <wank-wank-wank> "A girl is doing it to you again Phillipa..." <wank-wank-wank-squeeze> "I'm making it happen Phillipa... I'm making you give in... And I'm making it feel nice for you to give in... Mmmm, good boy... you can't help it... you're losing to a girl... and it feels nice... hmmm?"

"Nnnngghgh ohhhh god!" I gasped, my mouth opening wide in a silent 'scream,' as I felt my hips start to jiggle on the bath towel... I couldn't stop it... not now... Suzanne was right... It was girl against boy... and I was being beaten to submission by her fingers... The inevitable was happening... a girl was forcing a climax through my body again... right through my hips... and my powerless little penis...

"Good boy!" Suzanne praised me with victory in her voice, my peripheral vision foggy but clear enough to see her watching me... looking at my penis... looking at my face... looking back to my penis, grinning as she watched me wriggling and squirming... I was losing the battle as I climaxed for her... The sinking feeling of defeat to a girl inside my mind and tummy... at the same time as the dreamy feeling of my orgasm, right through my badge of masculine weakness.

How could something so symbolically damaging and frightening for us boys, such as losing the battle of the sexes to girls, feel so good? It was a paradox. I didn't want to lose... I didn't want to be inferior... or a slave... But I did like feeling good... just like I did then... I didn't care for anything but that nice feeling at that moment.

"Ohhhhhh... Mmmmmm... yeahhh..." I whimpered as the ticklish electrical charges of sexual crisis seared through the tip of my cock... along the shaft and through the loins of my body. The tingly, eruptive spasms of sexual climax had begun... my buttocks lifting off the towel several times as I succumbed to her power. Glorious spasm after glorious spasm... I was drowning in a prolonged moment of boyish bliss. A 'Saturn Five' scale dry-cum.

<wank-wank... spasm... wank-wank... spasm>

"Mmmmghhhh... Ohhhhhh Miss Suzanne... stop... please... B-boys are.... Nnngghhhh... boys are w-weaker than girls!" I called out my climactic catchphrase as was required of me... "Please stop! Boys are weaker than girls..." I repeated, the sexual spasms continuing.

<squeeze... wank... squeeze... wank...> Fortunately, Suzanne was now slowing down... and bringing the climax to a 'happy' conclusion. And I recognised that what Suzanne had said was true... I really did feel weak between my legs... Those most treasured and wonderful feelings of orgasm, were actually feelings of weakness and defeat... sexual defeat... From the tip of my penis, to the immature little testicles inside my scrotum... a girl had again made me feel weak... Everything about being a boy... and having a penis, made me weak.

"Oh that was a good one, I could tell," Suzanne teased me, removing her hands from my body, letting go of my penis and leaving it to find it's own way back to 'normality.' "And yes, boys are weaker by far... All because you have wriggly little penises between your legs..." As she spoke and giggled, I could feel the erection dissipating quickly and as I looked along my body towards my crotch, I saw it lilt to the side... I felt it soften further still, until it flopped against the very top of my thigh... physically dominated to submission by a girl... And now, my penis was out for the count, while the girl... the superior female looked on victorious.

Right then, I didn't really care what she said, or what I felt... It was a moment of relief... The scoreboard had reset. She could have told me that cats were actually dogs, and that mice were actually cats and it wouldn't have made any difference. She could have said that this was all a game and that in actuality, it was still us males who were the superior sex... and it would all have passed me by. Post orgasmic bliss... Sexual mind-fog.

As the rest of my body began to recover from the exertions of the dry-orgasm, I could still feel my heart pounding... my chest rising and falling quickly as I sought fresh breath to aid my recovery.

"You feel better now?" she asked me, as though she were a friend. My senses were returning, like an early computer having been turned off, then on again. I was at the DOS prompt.

"Yes... Thank you Miss Suzanne..." I panted gently. 'For a shine that beats the grime... smart girls use Lily... Mmmmmm... Boys are the weakest... we're weaker... than girls... Vaginas... rule... penises... weaklings... Shush! Stop it!'

"You're welcome Phillipa," she replied, before leaning down to kiss my forehead. A most unexpected and confusing gesture.

<clump, clump, clump> As if carefully choreographed and planned, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps climbing the stairs outside the bathroom, and I knew that it would be my mother coming to check up on us, just as Suzanne had foreseen...

"Miss Suzanne... can I get dressed now? My mother is coming... she'll see... my thing... oh god, my nails! Don't let her see those... please!" I whimpered, unsure whether to try and hide my penis, or try and cover all of my painted nails from her view when she entered the bathroom. I'd been seen naked (virtually) with a girl the previous evening of course, and I was her son... But I wasn't ready for my mother to see I had 'allowed' myself to have my nails painted like a girl. It was too soon after the girl's clothes incident earlier.

"It's only your mummy... she won't care about your nails I bet... But I guess it's time for your jammies to go on now Phillipa..." Suzanne chuckled, not rushing in the slightest to help me get dressed. My pyjamas were on the other side of the bathroom, seemingly an ocean away from where I was, still lying on the floor. "I don't want her to think that I'm slow or lazy when I give her little boy a bath... Maybe I can tell her that you had to poop before your bath..."

"No way! Don't you dare!" I blustered timidly. And without prompting, I jumped up from the floor and stood nervously in front of Suzanne, my hands covering my crotch with reawakened modesty.

"No you don't Phillipa!" Suzanne smirked devilishly. "No covering up... not now! We're far beyond that now aren't we? Come on... it's only your penis, we both know it's nothing special... hands down at your sides and we can get you dressed..."

"Oh god!" I sighed under my breath, feeling the time tick away before my next uncompromising discovery. I moved my feet apart and put my hands down at my sides instantly, this time obeying her so that she would get a damned move on and help me out!

<clump... clump... clump> The footsteps were getting nearer.

Suzanne retrieved my Return Of The Jedi synthetic pyjamas from the top of the linen basket and stood in front of me, ushering me to put my arms in the air... Why didn't girls ever put the bottoms on first when dressing boys? I kind of knew deep down that it was a way to keep a boy's private parts on display for the longest possible time for them and anyone watching... Though girls I spoke to later in life said it was a habit they had got into when dressing themselves... Putting a nightie, or night shirt on tended to cover their nascent boobs and girl parts all in one go... It only became an issue if they decided not to wear panties too, and were sat down with their legs parted slightly...

Anyway, I digressed there. With my arms up, Suzanne began to feed my upper body into the smooth feeling material of the pyjama top... arms first, and then my head... With my head still submerged on it's journey through the head hole of the pyjama top, I heard the horrifying sound of the bathroom door opening... my lower half still bare naked and uncovered, and with no time for me to even try and hide my painted nails.

"Mmmmggghhh, Suzanne, please hurry!" I whispered in panic, as I heard the footsteps enter the room. "Cover me... please!"

"Hello Miss Powell... I'm just getting Phillipa dressed now, we're almost done..."

"So I can see..." I heard my mother reply demurely as my head finally popped through the head hole of the pyjama top and Suzanne smoothed it down my front and back. Once more, my mother had entered while a fully clothed girl was getting me, her semi-naked son into his bed clothes after receiving a bath.

I must have looked a sight to her... Her eleven year old son, standing in front of an eleven year old girl from up the road, trying to get him dressed as though it was all the most natural set of circumstances in the world. My knees trembled a little as I saw Suzanne hold my pyjama bottoms up in front of me - a stark reminder of my state of undress below the waist, with everything on show. I started blushing again... Why was this all taking place so slowly?

"Come on, step into these..." the girl whispered back to me, stooping low to enable me to put my feet into the pyjama bottoms. "Good boy..."

"I've got some nice hot chocolate on the go downstairs Suzanne, if you'd like to join us for a while after you're done?" my mother asked calmly, watching events unfold in front of her.

"Oh yes, that would be lovely Miss Powell," Suzanne replied to my mother. Distracted by my mother's offer of hot chocolate, and to my ongoing embarrassment, she left the pyjama bottoms pooled agonisingly at my ankles as my mother approached us. So close to having my boy parts covered up, yet so far. My blush deepened, my heart rate increased and my feelings of vulnerable semi-nudity trickled through me... my little penis, all shrivelled, beaten and spent (for now) resting limply from the junction between my legs for my mother and Suzanne to observe.

'My penis is my weakness... please let me cover up...' I thought. Then I heard the voices of other girls in the Club, teasing me... chanting at me...

'Nudie little maggot boy...' - Suzanne...

'Wriggly little worm...' - Natasha...

'Naked boys have to keep their hands at their sides so us girls can see...' - Caroline The Hutt...

'Boys are dumb!' - Alison...

'Pe-nuth-ith are even dumber!' - Elizabeth the lisp... 'Daffy...'

'What a yummy looking little cock...' - Josie...

'Strip... Strip... Strip...' - Anita, Suzanne, Alison and Elizabeth all chanting together... 'We can see your willy... we can see your willy... girls are better than boys... girls are better than boys...'

'You're my nudie slave boy... the Force will be with you... always...' - Emma... 'Be brave... you don't have to fight it...'

"Mummy... I... can I pull my pyjamas up?" I squeaked, not even sure if anything came out of my mouth. She either didn't hear me, ignored me or just interrupted me...

"Suzanne dear... has Phillipa been a good boy this evening?" my mother asked, not caring that I still had my pyjama bottoms around my ankles, my penis still on display or that I had asked if I could pull my bottoms up into place.

"Oh yes Miss Powell..." Suzanne replied brightly. "No problems at all at bath time at all... we got on really well, didn't we Phillipa?"

"Errrm... yes... Miss Suzanne," I replied quietly, my cheeks still crimson with shame.

"So Suzanne isn't a... ahem... a 'boy hater' then after all?" my mother teased.

"No mummy... I errrm... I guess not..."

"There you go, you see? First Emma... then Stephanie and now Suzanne too... You'll soon have lots of friends here won't you?"

"Mummy... I..." barely resisting the urge to just reach down and pull up my pyjama bottoms. I worried about the consequence if I did such a thing... was I allowed to? I worried that if I did pull them up, either Suzanne or my mother would make me pull them down again. Back to square one... So I tried to ask again... "Can I..."

"Miss Powell," Suzanne interrupted me to continue her report on me. "Phillipa should sleep very well tonight after having such a busy day with the girls and Stephanie."

"It's good to know he is starting to make such good friends with you young ladies at the Club... I knew he would fit in just nicely here... didn't I tell you Phillipa, hmmm?"

"And he'll have a smile on his face when he goes to sleep..." Suzanne continued unabated, with a mischievous giggle at her double-entendre. "He's had plenty of treats today at the Club... And for being so good for me in the bath, I've given him one more to grow on after I powdered him ready for bed..."

"Miss Suzanne, shush, please!" I pleaded for her silence with exasperated shock. I didn't want my mother to know that I had just been... 'played with...' by a girl... by anybody in fact. This was secret... or at least I hoped it was.

"Oh don't be such a silly little boy Phillipa," my mother smirked... using my girl name again, to my chagrin. "It's not like I haven't been a member of the Club myself before now is it, hmmmm? I know exactly how boys enjoy their treats when they behave... especially after bath time..."

"Mummy, shush!" I continued to blush, moving my hands subconsciously to cover my hairless, boyish privates...

"Oh look at you, getting all embarrassed..." my mother teased. "You're still far too modest Phillipa... come on... hands back at your sides... there's a good boy... You have nothing that we haven't already seen... and nothing down there to be ashamed of..."

'It's only your penis remember,' I heard Suzanne's voice as she stared at me. 'It's nothing special... nothing but a little-bitty-toy for a girl to play with...'

With reluctance, I obeyed my mother and moved my hands back to my sides... or tried to...

"Oh wait a minute... what's that on your nails?" my mother asked, reaching out to take hold of my hands before they could reach my sides.

"Mummy, no!!!" I whined, fighting the urge to squirm away and hide. "Don't look... mummy... please!! Miss Suzanne did it to me... please... mummy! I'm not a girl... I'm a boy!! Honest... I'm not a girl... I'm not!"

"Shush Phillipa!" My mother shook her head to silence my protests as she examined my hands... She could see the nail varnish very clearly... Her son, her eleven year old boy... nails painted... just like a girl. "They've come up really well Suzanne... he let you put this on him did he?"

"Uh-huh... no trouble at all," Suzanne smiled warmly at me and nodded her head as if to tell me that it would all be okay. "That's also why he got a treat Miss Powell... He let me do his toes too..."

"His toes as well hmmmm?" my mother smiled, biting her lip suggestively at me as if she were learning the naughty secret that her son was turning into a girl after all... But as you know, it wasn't as simple as that... It was careful, calculated blackmail... I was just too scared to say it...

"I have to say that you girls are working remarkably quickly... Looks like Phillipa is getting ready to embrace his feminine side after all... hmmmm? Do you want more girl time Phillipa?"

"Mummy no! I'm a boy! It's just pretend... it was just a game Suzanne was playing... wasn't it Suzanne? I don't want to be a girl... mummy stop it! Miss Suzanne... please, tell her..."

"If that's what you say Phillipa," Suzanne said, offering little in the way of support. It was that 'tone' that informed whoever was listening that they shouldn't believe everything that came out of my mouth.

"Awwww, look at him blushing," my mother beamed. "You're a wonderful son Phillip... but you can dress as a girl any time you like, if that's what you want deep down... lots of boys do it... in secret..."

"Mummy, I want to be..." I began, but was cut off again...

"So come on... tell us one good thing that happened today... that was our rule remember?"

Now I had to think of something good that happened in amongst all of the humiliating antics I was caught up in. Boys had to stick together in the midst of the Evil Girls' Empire garrison that seemed to encapsulate everything in Langton Magna, so the 'good thing' was a pretty obvious choice.

"Errrm... it was good to know that I'm not the only boy in the village... It was good to meet Stephanie... I mean Stephen..." I offered quietly, barely able to look my mother in the eye. The world had changed forever.

<cough> I heard from my other side... Suzanne cleared her throat. When I looked at her, I saw her raise her eyebrows at me with expectation. I wasn't sure what she meant, so I said the next thing that came into my mind...

"And my bath... mummy..." I whispered shyly. "I enjoyed my bath..."

"Excellent... two good things in one day... You see dear? Things are getting easier for you by the day... Be a good boy, stay out of trouble and you will have a wonderful time, I promise. And next time Suzanne comes to give you your bath, there won't be any silly protests at the dinner table, hmmm?"

"No mummy..." I replied, "I promise." I bit my lip and sheepishly looked down at the floor.

"Then don't you think you should apologise to her for saying that she was a 'boy hater?' Hmmm?"

I swallowed hard, my pride following what little saliva I had in my drying mouth. Reluctantly, I looked up at Suzanne ready to apologise. I saw she was still looking between my legs... right at my helpless, flaccid little boy-cock. My immature little weakness. After a few seconds, she finally looked into my eyes and feigned half a smile... I felt like I was under an intense spotlight, about to give a performance for a crowd... Her eyes were emotionless... waiting...

'I've seen your willy... I've seen your willy,' I heard her voice chanting in my mind... 'I made you feel weak too... You know that girls will always be better than boys... don't you? You don't have to fight it... because you can't stop it... Control the penis... control the boy... that's all girls have to do... It's just nature's way... I'm so glad I was born a girl... My vagina is better than your dumb little penis... My girl vagina! Vagina... vagina... VAGINA!'

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier... Miss Suzanne," I said contritely, pushing my thoughts to the back of my mind as best I could. "I realise that you don't hate boys like I thought you did... Thank you for giving me my bath... I'm glad you decided to think of me and give up your time to come and help me become a better boy..." I bit my lip as my apology turned into a series of little white lies. Then I played my ace card, hoping that it would work for me in the longer term as a resident in Langton Magna... "I'm looking forward to the Club meeting tomorrow... I hope we can be friends there..."

"Awww, thank you Phillipa," Suzanne beamed, her smile broadening at my apology... Her eyes did not convey any warmth of feeling or sincerity however. She was a difficult girl to read, except when she was smirking at my bare naked boy parts.

"Good boy Phillipa! What a lovely apology that was..." my mother praised me. Quickly she turned her attention to the girl... "Go on then Suzanne, get his jim-jam bottoms pulled up. I think he's had enough excitement for today."

"Hold still then Phillipa..." Suzanne said, kneeling down right in front of me, the hair on her head just inches away from making contact with my cock. "Good boy..." Finally, with a meandering of material up my legs and thighs, Suzanne pulled up my pyjama bottoms... carefully pulling the front of the bottoms forward so that it didn't catch on my flaccid little parts.

So, my modesty was finally covered... but my embarrassment wasn't quite over. As soon as my bottoms were fully up around my waist, Suzanne patted the front of my PJs, right on my crotch as though it was some sort of girlish ceremony performed on boys. My midriff, including my crotch tightened and flinched with the touch and I let out a little gasp of surprise too.

"There... all done... And look Miss Powell, you can see how I've painted Phillipa's toenails for him... don't they suit him?"

As you can imagine, my mother made a renewed fuss about my painted nails, almost as though she wanted me to feel awkward. I just wanted to go and find sanctuary in my bedroom, but I knew that I would be expected to sit and drink hot chocolate in the lounge with my mother and Suzanne next.

And that's what happened... all three of us went downstairs and into the lounge where my mother served hot chocolate. I sat in an armchair in my boyish pyjamas, while Suzanne and my mother sat to my left on the couch, discussing anything and everything but me, almost as though I didn't exist. It was the perfect example of how females, both girls and women use so many more words than boys and men in their conversation. So much more eloquent... sophisticated and engaging.

For my part, I sipped my hot chocolate, wishing that Suzanne would hurry up and finish hers and leave. Having her in the house was just a never ending reminder of the Club and all the various things that had started happening to me since we had moved to the village. I tried to watch the television, a program about money I didn't really understand, especially since the sound was turned down.

Suddenly...

"Well thank you for the hot chocolate Miss Powell," Suzanne said, getting up from her position on the sofa.

"You're very welcome Suzanne, really," my mother replied with a joyous smile. "Thank you for taking Phillip under your wing like you have... he will learn a lot of valuable things from being a member of the Club with all of you..."

"Well, a half member," Suzanne smirked, taking time to look across at me, reminding me of my place.

"Of course!" my mother grinned. "Okay Phillip, be a gentleman for our guest and escort Suzanne to the door..."

"Yes mummy," I replied rather boyishly, instantly humiliating myself as I stood up.

"And be sure to thank her again nicely for looking after you tonight... She's done a wonderful job on you this evening..." my mother said.

"Yes... mother... errrm... mum..."

Once Suzanne and I were at the door, I opened it and readied myself to say goodnight, and the other things that my mother expected me to say to our guest. Things that would become very much routine for me. Before I could say anything, Suzanne leaned forward towards me and kissed my forehead again. As you can imagine, I blushed, wondering what she was going to do... I never could tell with this girl.

"Well, good night then Phillipa..." Suzanne said, smiling sweetly at me with some sort of acceptance of me. I was hopeful that it was a positive step.

"Goodnight Miss Suzanne," I replied quietly. "Th-thank you for looking after me..."

"See? Even though you're a boy, you're quite good fun to have around... And now you know I'm not quite so bad after all am I?" she grinned with a playful hint of mischief. I knew deep down that I couldn't trust her. Not after everything that she had said, but I didn't feel quite so much on a cliff edge with her as previously. Maybe we were meandering towards a mutual understanding of what each other represented.

"No Miss Suzanne..." I blushed, at a loss to know what more to say. Things could have gone better, like in that there was no visit, and no bath. But I also knew that things could have been a whole lot worse. I could have put up a fight, tried to stop her getting to bath me in my own home... yes, I could have tried. But where would that have led? No doubt, to much worse things... much more humiliating things than had actually happened.

"Good... But like every other boy, you're still a pervy bed-wetting wanker though!" she giggled quietly. With that, she winked at me with a rueful smile, turned on her heels and marched off down the path to head home. "See you tomorrow... don't be late!" Her mission was complete for the night. And I guess my mission was too... to get that feeling between my legs.

Closing the door, the chiming of the clock in the hallway indicated that it wasn't going to be too long before it was my 'summer holiday bed time,' and trying to avoid any further humiliation that night by my mother, I told her that I was going to go to my room to read for a while before lights out.

"Had a busy day, haven't you Phillip?" she asked, rising from the sofa and walking over to me, ruffling the hair on my head. "The girls have tired you out hmmmm?"

"Yes mummy..." I replied shyly, biting my lip. I knew what she meant.

As part of my routine, I returned to the bathroom first to brush my teeth. Upon leaving the bathroom, I saw my mother waiting at the entrance to my bedroom with a knowing look on her face.

"Mummy... what are you doing there?" I asked.

"Come on Phillipa... don't be shy... I want to show you something..." she replied with excitement, beckoning me to her with the crook of her finger. With nervous curiosity, I went over to her, hoping that he hadn't discovered the reading materials I had brought home that would lead to a series of humiliating questions no doubt...

She opened the door to my room and we went inside. When I saw my bed, I let out a gasp of shock... I didn't have the words to say anything at first. Lying on top of the bed covers, was a light blue summer dress... my size... with little daisies patterned all over it.

I slowly walked over to my bed, unable to take my eyes off the dress... my legs were shaking... my mouth dry... my heart thumping hard inside my chest. With curiosity, I reached down and stroked my fingers over the material... soft... like Stephanie's. Like Stephen's...

"Isn't it pretty Phillipa?" my mother beamed. "I've had it a while... waiting for the day when you would get to wear it..."

I pulled my hand away from the dress, reminding myself of the impracticalities of me wearing a dress. It just wasn't going to happen. Pink shorts maybe... a girl's panties maybe... a girl's halter top or t-shirt maybe... Just for a little while... But a dress? No fucking way!

"But mum! I can't!" I protested eagerly, stepping away from the bed. "I'm not a girl... I don't want to feel like a girl... I... I... I'm a boy! I don't want to wear a dress... Jesus... I don't even want this shit on my nails either... I didn't ask for it.. Why won't you believe me? I want to be a boy 'cos that's what I am... I'm a BOY!"

"Okay Phillipa... that's enough..." my mother replied testily. "Watch your language... I didn't bring you up to swear and curse like that... That's the fast path to a smacked bottom... do you hear?"

"Yes mummy..." I replied quietly, angry at myself for making my mother angry. That could lead anywhere now, couldn't it? "I'm sorry... I just..."

"It's not that I don't believe you honey," my mother began again, picking the dress up off the bed and walking over to my wardrobe mirror... "Look here... come on..." I followed her and stood in front of the mirror as she held the dress up in front of me... almost as though I was actually wearing it.

"Ohhhhmygod," I gasped, wanting to run away and looking anywhere but in the mirror... until my curiosity grabbed my attention... Blushing scarlet, squirming on my toes, I looked into the mirror... at my reflection... the dress... my nails... everything... "Mummy... I..."

"Oh it suits you perfectly Phillipa, don't you agree?"

I know it shouldn't have, but even I couldn't help but think I was actually looking back at a girl standing in front of me. Somehow, the nails... and just the dress being held up in front of me made the reflection look... girlish.

'Phillipa...' I heard myself say in my thoughts as I stared at my reflection. 'Phillipa, is a girl... c-cute... No! Shush! You're a boy! You don't have a vagina! You can't be a girl... never!'

"Mummy... I..." I didn't know what to say... All I knew was that inside my pyjama bottoms, my helpless little penis was starting to show some interest in what was happening and butterflies were staying up far too late and making my insides feel giddy. Girlish clothes... just a dress being held up in front of me had the power to emasculate me... to make me feel... girlish... or at least diminish my masculinity and what it was to be male... to be a boy.

"It will be perfect for you to start wearing to your Club meetings with the other girls, won't it? Hmmmm?"

'Oh shit... she really means it,' I thought and panicked. I shook my head no, and went over to where I had left my 'Club clothes' on the floor in a heap... panties, halter top and shorts.

"But Emma gave me these to wear," I said, starting to realise that those clothes just weren't where I had left them. "My... oh gosh... mummy... my panties... Noooo! Mummy, where are the clothes? The ones that the girls gave me to wear? I have to wear those! Not a dress... mummy!" By this time, I was starting to get all hot and bothered and it's true to say that I was getting a little tearful at where this seemed to be heading. For all I knew, I was potentially staring at an appointment with Emma's mother at the vets, to be turned into a real girl... in every sense. Taking my vulnerable little testicles and my worthless, weakling willy away and replacing it with something... 'better...' A vagina...

"Phillipa, you left your panties, top and shorts in a heap on the floor... just like the boy that you are... So I did what any good mother would do and put them in the wash... You can't wear the same panties two days running anyway..."

"But mummy... please! I don't want to wear a dress... please don't make me..." I said, my voice trailing off into a garbled sob. "I just want to be a boy..." <sniffle>

"I know dear... but listen," my mother said with maternal concern, placing the dress over the back of my desk chair and embracing me in a hug. "To fully understand how the world works, you have to look around and see as much as you can and experience as much of what it has to offer as you can... what life has to offer. In that way, the Club here gives you... a boy... an opportunity to learn about why females are superior and why females will one day, soon, be the dominant of the two sexes... A world where boys learn to follow the natural leadership and authority of girls... and where men too, do the same for women. The perfect world in balance..."

<sniffle>

"But in order to fully appreciate and understand that, you know... there are rules to follow at the Club as you've discovered. To be a boy in a girls' club like that, well you have to play by their rules and their standards... and learn to embrace our beliefs... To fully understand what it means to be a girl or a woman... and to help you understand why females should take the lead role and be dominant, then sometimes you need to learn what it's like to be one for a while. Where better to start understanding the powers of femininity, than by trying on a few clothes once in a while... I'm not trying to turn you into a girl honey... I'm just trying to help you on your journey to discovering who you really are... what you really, truly believe... and what kind of things you like... in your heart and in your mind..."

"You won't let them take my... things... <sniffle> You won't let them cut off my willy?"

"I'd never let anyone do that to you honey..." she soothed me, ruffling the hair on my head. "That's not what any of this is about, so don't you even start worrying about that..."

"But what about Stephanie... I mean Stephen... they cut some of his away... the girls got to watch too..." <sniffle>

"Well that's different isn't it?" she replied earnestly. "Stephen tried to do the exact opposite of everything that was expected of him and what the girls, and his mother told him about in terms of personal hygiene. That was quite extreme, but I'm told that he was quite an extreme boy. You're not like that... You have nothing to worry about so long as you do the right thing and keep yourself clean like any self respecting boy should. Seriously, you have nothing to worry about..."

"Promise?" I blinked, a tear finally cresting my cheek and trickling downward.

"I promise..." she smiled in reply, rubbing away my tear with her thumb. "But you have to keep doing your bit too... understand?"

"Y-yes mummy..." I sniffled with relief, feeling like a little bit of air had been cleared between us. "I want to be a good boy... for you and for the girls."

"Well that's good Phillip... that's half the battle... the desire to do the right thing and be a good boy... The girls will show you how it's meant to be... and you'll be all the better for it... Good behaviour is always rewarded at the Club... isn't it?"

"Yes mummy..."

"And you like being rewarded don't you? You like being treated... like Emma did last night... and Suzanne tonight? Hmmmm?"

"Yes mummy..." I replied again, my voice a hushed whisper. I felt the muscle at the base of my penis flex.

"You'll be a much better boy... I promise... And later on, a much better man at the end of it, ready for when you marry your sweetheart and live to honour and obey her... Emma... Suzanne... who knows... even Stephanie..."

"No way, he's a boy too! And you know it... I can't marry him!" I gasped in shock, recalling the kisses I shared with him earlier when I thought he was a girl... And the holding of his circumcised boy parts... pointing out the scar that identified him as a rejected girl... just like all of us boys were.

"Phillipa... you can marry who you like... in your heart... You can be a boy... you can be a girl... whatever you want to be... you can love girls... you can love boys... you can even love both at the same time..."

"Well I'm a boy... and it's Emma I like..." I confessed, squeezing my mother tight. "And she's a girl!"

"And I know she likes you a lot too honey," my mother replied with a knowing giggle, holding me tight in return.

"So, after your other clothes are all clean and dry, you have the choice to attend Club in either... the shorts and halter top, or this dress," my mother summarised for me. "It's good to have different outfits... sooner or later the clothes get dirty and unless you go naked, you'll want a different outfit to wear for your girl time, won't you? Listen, you'll have a nice range of clothes in no time... Just like a real girl..."

"J-just pretend... right?" I responded, checking and double checking, my mind still very confused about everything. "Just for Club?"

"Uh-huh..." she confirmed, drawing back my bed covers and ushering me in. "If that's what you want... It's all so new to you right now Phillipa... But you'll see just how wonderful it is for a boy to be free, and part of the Club... You'll soon relax and enjoy your girl time... at the Club or anywhere else you choose... even if it's just 'pretend' as you call it now. I know you're a boy, of course I do... And you'll always be my cute and handsome little boy... But I've seen it so many times... sometimes boys want to be girls, even just for a little bit... It's good to try being a girl sometimes... You don't have to be scared Phillipa... I know you like it, really... or you wouldn't have let them give you the clothes to wear, much less wear them, and of course paint your nails."

"But mummy..." I began to protest... Even after everything that had been said, my mother still made it seem as though I had a choice... even at the Club... As though I had some say in how boys were viewed, and how they were treated by the girls. But of course, I was interrupted before I could mount a defence. She leaned in to kiss me goodnight...

"Shhhh... you don't have to fight it Phillipa... Goodnight..." she whispered.

"G-goodnight mummy..." I replied softly, watching her put my 'girl dress' away inside my wardrobe, folding and hanging it up on the rail inside.

"I'll expect you to look after your girl things a lot better from now on Phillipa... or maybe when the girls come to give you your bath, you'll need to be spanked too..."

"Nooo! Please mummy... I'll be good," I insisted quickly and blushed. "I'll look after them..."

"Good boy..." Finally, my mother reached into my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of clean panties for me to wear the next day... A pair of simple white panties, with pink hemmed stitching around the waistband and leg holes. "Lights out in half an hour... no more..." With a final smile, and another 'goodnight' between us, she left my room and I was alone again with my thoughts, fears and reminiscences.

I snuck out of bed and reached into my backpack and pulled out the magazine and the scrapbook I was given... The magazine was called 'Vorherrschaft...' ('Supremacy' in German). It was a different copy of a magazine with the same title I had viewed in the hut earlier that day...

As I flicked through the pages, I saw lots of similar themed scenes where boys seemed to gradually undress to be on display for one or more girls... or where the girls were pictured in ways that made it look like the boy was being forcibly stripped by them. Every picture set seemed to result in the boys being humiliated, teased and sometimes punished by girls who were always fully clothed.

There were scenes in run-down looking playgrounds, where boys (quite a bit younger than me) would be using the play equipment in the nude, with everything on show, all seen eventually in close up detail from the front and the rear. Bare naked boys... surrounded by clothed girls... smiling, pointing, smirking, giggling girls... touching the boys... making them pose.

Other sets included three naked boys (around my age I guess) having lost a card game against three clothed girls in the garage of a house. I assumed it was strip poker given the layout of the cards on the game table. The final sequences showed the three boys lined up alongside each other in a row... kneeling down on the floor in what I knew to be in 'sit' position... One of the girls, maybe twelve or thirteen years old pointed to each boy in turn while the other girls smirked... When a boy was selected by the girl, the pictures showed him masturbating... Boys faces crimson with shame... Girls faces bright with gleeful victory, and superiority.

At that point, I pulled my pyjama bottoms down to my knees and began fondling my own erection... I couldn't help it... It was stiff as a board and demanding my attention. I felt sorry for the boys in the picture sequences depicted in the magazine... but I was aroused too... and I kind of started to feel a little jealous... almost wanting to be in the scenes with them...

There were more photosets where the girls were seen to be spanking naked boys, either with a hand, a table tennis paddle or a slipper. Sometimes there were multiple girls tackling the same boy, sexually touching him, laughing and pointing at him between the legs. It all seemed to come down to the fact that the boy, or boys had a penis, while the girls didn't. And the girls were superior because of that.

It was all very embarrassing, but sexually exciting too. I could feel how warm I was around the face as my blushes seared my cheeks. My heart beating fast, my penis wavering from erection to flaccidness and back to erection again as I fondled myself a while, then let it all die down again before starting to fondle once more...

As much as I liked Emma, I was finding that most of the girls in the pictures were very pretty... some younger, some my age and some a couple of years older at a guess. All getting their chance to be see naked boys... to touch them and dominate them. I imagined obeying every single one of those girls... imagining what it would feel like to have them all see me naked... to make me do things... and to play with me like the girls in the Club all seemed to do... I wanted it... I was beginning to realise just how much I wanted it... so long as I got to feel good.

With feelings of guilt and shame, of being boy and (secretly) wanting the girls to do things to me, I pressed my knees together to try and hide it. Boyishly, I was embarrassed that even the girls in the magazine could see my penis... The power of imagination and fantasy... I couldn't deny how excited I was by it all.

Conscious of time before 'lights out,' I then looked at the scrapbook quickly... It related to a boy called Jonathan and was titled 'Jonathan - 1983 Volume 2.' I flicked through the pages, aware that I would have to make time to read it another night. Most of it was written by Caroline, her first year in the Club... Jonathan was fourteen at the time of this Volume...

The main thing I noticed in the brief time I looked through the pages that night was that he had a bigger penis than me (well, he was three years older), and he was also an 'ejaculator.' He could orgasm properly, or 'cum like a man' was the description used. I saw drawings and doodles and all the different charts for the boy. He was a bit like me, trying to be clean all the time.

His girl name was 'Joan...' Quite old fashioned even then I thought, reading it in 1986. Caroline had written an entry about the first time she had been allowed to masturbate him... She knew already that he was going to 'shoot' for her, but this was her first time to make it happen to any boy. First, she detailed how 'Joan' was put into 'playtime' position and had what little pubic hair he had removed in a 'shaving ceremony.'

Once he was 'clean' of the shaving foam, Caroline wrote about how she masturbated him... and how thrilled she was that she had made a boy shoot stuff from his penis. She was eleven at the time. His cumming catchphrase was 'girls are naturally superior...'

During the quick leaf through the pages of that scrapbook for the first time, I had continued to subconsciously masturbate myself... diddling... stopping, then diddling again... These days, it's called 'edging...' Making yourself stop before a climax happens. But as I read Jonathan's words, 'girls are naturally superior,' I suddenly climaxed, catching me by surprise. Yet another dry-cum on my behalf... as I read Caroline's description of her subject's ejaculation, all caused by her. Making him feel week between the legs... seeing him 'lose to a girl...'

"Ohhhh... boys are weaker than girls..." I grunted with a series of gasps, repeating it a couple of times as I orgasmed, flopping my head back firmly onto my pillow as I rode the sensation. The feelings of sexual completion, now becoming entrenched in my mind as something I needed lots of, and reminded me of how weak I was as a boy compared with a girl. How females were the superior sex. And of course, that time, I had defeated myself hadn't I?

With the fog of post orgasmic bliss beginning to clear, I let out a deep breath and pretended to be Suzanne as I said,

"That's right... Boys are much weaker... because YOU have a penis... I'm so glad I'm a girl... It's better to be a girl... You know that girls will always be the superior sex... don't you?"

"Lights out now Phillipa," I heard from outside my bedroom door, a creak of the floorboard letting me know that my mother was there... outside my room... having listened to my humiliating admissions... I heard her giggle resonating in my shattered mind as her footsteps receded down the stairs.

'Oh god... nooooo!' I called out in my mind... How could I have been so stupid? Again...

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Phillip White will return in Part 6 of The Village - A Perverted Picnic.

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