RELUCTANT PRESS

night you're one of us, Danielle, so let's not have any more of this whining. You might find you really enjoy it," she added with a wink.

And enjoy it I did!

The four girls began to undress in front of me and my eyes were like pinballs as they darted about trying to see everything. The previously immaculate room was now cluttered with discarded skirts, blouses, bras, panties, and stockings. But I did not mind a bit. In ten minutes I had been treated to a show that every other guy in school would never even have dreamed about. They were not shy about their nakedness, either with each other or with me but nevertheless it did not last long. They covered themselves with various forms of night wear, from pajamas to floor length gowns, all very feminine.

"HAIR TIME!" shouted Becky.

"I have a suggestion," said Susie. "Since Danielle is so good with hair, let's let her do all of us instead of pairing off like we usually do."

Everyone agreed. Well, almost everyone. I was not asked my opinion but I guessed that whatever I said would have little import, so I just kept quiet and followed the girls downstairs. One by one, I shampooed their hair in the kitchen sink and set their hair with rollers and pin curls at the table while the four played a game of Scrabble. When I had covered my creation with a hair net it was the signal for the next one to begin the beauty routine. After a good hour it was done and now there were four colorful, somewhat enlarged heads sitting around the table.

Susie asked me to get them something to drink and I dutifully poured five glasses of coke and served them along with a bag of chips. I sat with them as they finished their game. "Hey! What's wrong with this picture?" asked Karen, staring at me.

The others turned to follow her gaze and all seemed to catch on at the same time as sly grins appeared on their faces. As for me, I did not have a clue as to what was going on "Why of course! How could we all be so inconsiderate?" Susie asked.

She stood up and without a word, took my hand and led me to the sink. She turned the water on and gently pushed

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

the back of my head down. And I did have a clue, and the answer too!

"Now wait a minute, I know what you're up to! But thank you, I'll pass.

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Sure, I had let Susie do my hair once before, but this was different. There were three other girls watching and I knew it would mean sitting around all night with my hair in curlers.

There was a loud SMACK as Linda's hand connected with my pantied ass. This was not a playful pat and was meant to show that she meant business.

"You do as you're told," she commanded, "or you'll see what it's like to get a good paddling from four angry females. We're in charge of you for tonight and we'll decide what you'll do and not do. Understand?"

This was followed by another sharp slap on my other cheek.

I knew I should not take this abuse and that this was the time to put my foot down and end this farce once and for all. But I did not. I meekly lowered my head under the faucet and allowed Susie to shampoo my hair. I told myself that the four of them could overpower me and they would be really mad and who knows what they would do to me then. I did not want to admit to myself that there was something exciting about the way I was being treated, even though the protrusion in my panties was hard evidence of the fact.

I got the full treatment: shampoo, rinse, shampoo and rinse followed by cream rinse. It was my turn to sit at the table while Susie, Karen, and Becky stood on each side and behind me and wound my hair onto tiny brush rollers. They must have used at least fifty of the things, secured with pink plastic picks. Since all of the girls had long hair I wondered why any of them would have had such small curlers which would produce a tight curl. Instead of the hair net that each of the others wore, I was given a frilly, pink nylon night bonnet.

Remembering the slap on my ass, I had no objection when we moved on to the next standard ritual of a slumber party, the facial. We helped one another smear thick gobs of pale green muck all over our faces. I could not help laughing along with the others as we looked at one another, each realizing that she looked just as ridiculous as the one she was

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