Boys Will Be Girls Together

Garden Party

“Where’s Mummy?”

“Your mummy is with a friend of mine,” the man said as he looked at Gemma and Steve, “and she’ll be all right. Did we interrupt a party?”

“My birthday garden party,” Steve said as his older sister hugged him. The nine-year-old was wearing a two-layer summer dress,. The over dress a light blue pinafore style with a tie round the waist, and under that a shorter white dress with short sleeves. Gemma was a year older, with longer blonde hair, and was also wearing a two-layer dress – a patterned lace dress over a white sleeveless one. Both children were barefoot and wearing stud earrings, and the man could see the food laid out on the table.

“Well, I’m afraid we need to make sure that both of you stay quiet out here,” he continued as he looked round the back garden, the sun shining down on the lawn, and the high fences providing privacy, “so I need you both to sit in a seat there, and do what I say.”

Gemma and Steve looked at the man, and then nodded as Gemma said “we need to be brave for Mummy.” Steve nodded as the man walked after them, and then put the roll of white tape he was holding on the table as they each sat on a chair.

“Put your arms on the armrests, palm down.”

“Okay,” Steve said quietly as he did that, watching the man as he peeled the end of the tape free from the roll and used it to secure his wrists and arm to the armrest on both sides. He then watched as the man taped his ankles together, and then wound the tape round his waist and lap.

“It’s not so bad,” he said as the man made sure Gemma stayed in her chair, and then let them both have a drink from a glass of squash.

“Now, purse your lips.”

Steve watched as he tore a strip of tape from the roll, and pressed it down over her mouth, then pursed his own lips as he felt the tape tugging on the skin round his own mouth. He tried to talk, but only a low mumble came out as Gemma twisted round.

“Hmgghdd.”

“They are all right – so remain calm,” the man said as a second man brought their mother out. She was wearing a strapless yellow sun dress, but her hands were behind her back, and there were bands of tape holding her arms against her sides. She was helped to sit on a sun lounger, looking up with tape over her mouth as her ankles and legs were taped together.

“Enjoy the sun,” the man said as they left, Gemma and Steve watching their mother as she shook her head and started to struggle…

A Special Day

Albert was not sure why his mother had asked him to dress in this way, but he always did what his mother said – and he knew his twin brothers had also been asked to put something special on.

The eleven-year-old had short brown hair, but he was shaking his head as he pulled the white petticoat over his head and let the skirt drop down to below his knees. Sitting on the bed, he slipped on the white shoes with the kitten heels and then stood back up, removing the lace long sleeved dress and putting that on a swell. The dress had a Victorian style to it, and the white lace gloves he put on completed the effect.

“Are you ready?”

“I am Father,” Albert said as he saw his father standing in the doorway, wearing a smart suit, “but why am I dressed like this?”

“I will tell you, when you are fully ready,” he said as Albert saw the thin ropes in his gloved hand, “put your hands behind your back.”

“Yes, Father,” Albert said as he put his hands behind himself, and then felt the rope as it was used to secure his wrists together. He looked forward, not moving as more rope was passed round his waist to secure them further, and then he opened his mouth to allow his father to use a rolled white scarf to gag him. Closing his lips over it, he watched his father walk to the door and open it, following him out.

His nine-year-old twin brothers were waiting outside for him, both wearing floral headbands in their blonde hair. They were wearing identical clothing, in the form of white long-sleeved dresses with a skirt that came to just above their knees, a thin black belt round their waists. White socks and black Mary Jane shoes completed the look – as did the small bouquets they held in their hands, their wrists tied together with thin cord in front of them.

They both also had rope tied round their ankles, a short length between them allowing them to walk, and they smiled over the rolled scarves that sat between their lips, tied tightly round their heads.

“Come,” their father said as he walked forward, Albert following after the twins as they walked down the oak panelled corridor. He opened the double doors before standing to the side as the boys walked in, and saw their mother standing there. She was wearing a full white wedding dress and veil, but they could see her wrists secured behind her back, the bands of rope around her arms, and the knot of white silk at the back of her head.

She turned and nodded as they came up and joined her, their father looking at them and saying “it is fifteen years since your mother and I married – and we wish to mark that now…”

Their mother nodded as her red lips covered the white knot that lay between them, Albert and his brothers smiling as their parents stood in front of the priest…

Summer School

“I know it was a fund-raising event, but you actually went through with it?”

“Oh yes,” Timmy said as he sat with his friend in the back of the bus, “we both did, didn’t we?”

“Yeah 0 at least we weren’t laughed at too much,” his friend said as the bus stopped, and they got out onto the street. Both were wearing red checked dresses with short, puffed sleeves that buttoned up the front, a thin belt round the waist, and black shoes with white ankle socks. It had been a special day at school – World Book Day, where they could go as a favourite character from a book, and both had chosen to go as The Boy in A Dress.

They had managed to get school dresses in a size that fitted, but as Timmy looked round his friend had one thought in mind.

“I need to get home and get some shorts on – see you later?”

“Sure,” Timmy said as he walked down the street, his school bag over his shoulder until he walked into his house.

“Mum, I’m back – can I get something from the fridge?”

There was no answer, but Timmy could hear movement upstairs, so he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. It was only when he turned round that he saw his younger brother Alan standing there – and he had something wrong with him.

He didn’t mean the clothes he was wearing – Alan had decided to be like his big brother, and was wearing a white polo shirt and a black skirt, with white ankle socks and black Mary Jane shoes. It was the silver strip that covered his mouth, the fact his hands were behind his back – and that there was a man in a denim jacket and jeans behind him, dark glasses covering his eyes as he said “well now -looks like big sis is home as well.”

“Who are you?”

“Kid, don’t ask questions,” the man said as he pushed Alan towards Timmy, “just put the glass down, and put your hands behind your back.” Timmy slowly nodded as he put the glass on the table, the man walking behind him as he noticed the roll of silver tape he held in his gloved hands.

“Where’s Mum,” he whispered to Alan as he felt the man pull his hands behind his back, and then the tug of the tape on his skin and the ripping sound as they were taped firmly together.

“Hdhnhtknh,” Alan said, the tape crinkling over his mouth as he tried to speak. Timmy nodded, and said “be brave” as the man wound the tape round his arms and upper body, before doing the same to his little brother.

“You want to be with your mummy, little girl?”

“Yes, but hmmnhalhthhhlghlrl.”

“You look like one,” the man said as he pressed silver ape down over Timmy’s mouth, and then made the two boys walk in front of him, up the staircase, and into their parent’s bedroom.

“Hnnnhhhh!”

“Well now – the daughters have come to join mummy,” a second man dressed in denim said as Timmy and Alan looked at their mother. She was lying on the bed, her arms above her head and her wrists tied to the headboard with a pair of her stockings. She herself was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and blue capri pants, her ankles and legs taped together, and silver tape over her mouth.

Alan and Timmy were taken to each side of the bed and sat down, before the two men sued more silver tape to secure their ankles together, and their legs below their knees. Each was then made to lie on their sides, their heads on their mother’s arms as she looked at both of them.

“Don’t move,” the second man said before they both left, their mother pressing her tape covered lips on their foreheads as she said “hmshrhheee…”

“SDhtnnbhmhm – whllbhghrlsthghfer.”

She nodded as they rubbed their cheeks on her arms, and lay there, waiting for rescue…

Take me to the party

Esther smiled as she walked across the room, the four-year-old wearing a blue sleeveless patterned dress with white shoulder straps and trim to her skirt. She was also wearing blue sandals, and her long blonde hair was falling down her head.

“Are we going soon Mummy,” she said as she looked at her mother.

“Soon – we’re just waiting for Jac to come down,” her mother said with a smile. She had shorter, dark brown hair, and was wearing a white t-shirt with a dark abstract pattern on it, dark grey pants and white shoes.

“Can we stay at the party?”

“I hope so,” her mother said as she heard the room door open – only it wasn’t her older child who came in. It was two men, wearing black balaclavas that covered their heads, one of them carrying a gun as he said “don’t say a word,. Mrs Clark – you and your family do as we say, nobody gets hurt. We need your husband to do something for us, and you are the reason he is going to do it.”

“Mummy…”

“Be quiet little one,” the armed man said, “get them both tied up and quiet.”

The second mand nodded as he walked quickly over, Esther seeing the rope in his hands before he knelt behind her and took her hands behind her back.

“Don’t worry,” her mother said as she watched the man secure her daughter’s wrists together behind her back, “we’re all going to be brave together, all right. Look – he’s going to do the same thing to me now.”

Esther watched as the man took her mother’s hands behind her back and tied them tightly together with a second length of rope, trying to be brave. Both of them were then made to sit on the couch as the man took more rope from a bag by his side, and tied their ankles together as well.

“What are you going to do to us,” her mother whispered as Esther saw the man tie her legs together below her knees.

“Get you to call your husband – once both your kids are secured – and tell him what to do, then we take a trip. Where is your oldest child?”

“Upstairs…”

“Well, we wait for them to come down,” the man said as his partner peeled from a roll of white tape a length, and said “just keep calm, and breath normally” before he pressed it down over Esther’s mouth. The young girl nodded and looked at her mother, who said “be brave – this will be over soon” as she saw the shape of her mouth under the tape.

“I’m ready Mum – can we…”

Both men looked at the twelve-year-old who walked into the room, a silver tiara sat on their long blonde hair. They were wearing a strapless dark blue silk dress, a silver necklace hanging round their neck, and their white sandals could be seen under the skirt of the dress.

“Jac, I want you to do whatever these men tell you to do – I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“What is this – going to a drag party?”

“I was going to a party,” Jac said quietly as the second man walked behind him, and he felt the rope on his wrists behind his back as they were lashed together, “Am I now?”

“No, no you’re not.” The man with the gun said as Jac’s arms were forced against his sides with bands of rope, framing the top of his dress before they were secured behind him. He was then made to walk and sit on the other side of his mother, Esther looking at Jac before she said “Ulhkphrthee.”

“Thank you Esther,” Jac said, trying to smile as his ankles were lashed tightly together, and then rope was used to secure his legs together, the skirt of his dress flaring out under the band as it was secured. White tape was then pressed down over his lips, as the first man put his gun away, and took out a mobile phone. Dialling a number, he put it next to her head as his partner secured Esther’s bare arms to her sides with more rope.

“Tom? Listen carefully – there are two armed and masked men in the house, and hey have taken me, Jac and Esther hostage,

“I don’t know what they want you to do, but phlssdhhht.” Her words were cut off as the second mand put his hand over her mouth, the first one taking the phone and saying “listen carefully Mister Clark – your family’s continued welfare depends on you doing what we say.”

She wanted to speak, but could not – in putting his hand over her mouth, he had also covered her mouth with the same white tape that covered those of her children. He lashed ropes round her upper body before the two men picked Jac and Esther up and carried them out of the room, both of them kicking their legs up and down.

One of the men then came back and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her out of the house and into the back of a van outside. He placed her on a mattress next to her two children, the door slamming shut as they felt it move off…

Dual Damsels

“Come on you two – the film will start soon, and you both want to be ready to watch it, don’t you?”

“Yes, mummy,” Elsa said as she came into the room, a blue bow in her long curly blonde hair. The nine-year-old was wearing a Disney Princess dress in the same style as her namesake - a long ice blue one with sheer sleeves, the skirt coming down to the floor but her pale blue slippers peeking out. There was a silver woven band round her waist and the neckline of the dress.

“You look wonderful – ready to be the captive?”

Elsa nodded as she sat down, her mother making a lasso with one end of the long rope before she passed it over her head and pulled it gently tighter round her arms, making sure they stayed at her sides before she crossed her daughter’s wrists and wrapped the rope around and between them. She then took the rope down round her legs before she secured her ankles together as Elsa wriggled round.

“Ready Mum?”

“Yes, you are Billy,” she said as she looked at her eleven-year-old son. He was dressed as Anna, with the dark brown bodice that had the pattern on the front, green chiffon short sleeves, and the green chiffon skirt that came down to his slippers. He also had a bow in his short brown hair – in his case, a white one with stars printed on it - and a pair of drop earrings.

“Well, sit next to your sister and you can be captive as well.”

Billy nodded as he sat down, Elsa looking at him as his mother used a second long length of rope to secure his body from his arms down to his ankles. They both wriggled round before she covered their mouths with strips of Sellotape to stop them speaking, and then she started the film.

“Have fun,” she said as they both smiled, the tape crinkling over their mouths, and then they started to sing.

“Dhuuwhnnththblhdshnhmhn…”

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