JEFF'S HUMILIATION

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CONTEMPORARY TV FICTION

"Get his arms, Diane," shouted one girl. "Betty, hold him still." Girls were all over him. Jeff struggled, but he knew he couldn't keep a dozen determined teenage girls from lifting his dress. They would soon see everything. He felt close to tears. No, he couldn't cry, not here, not in front of everyone.

"Oooh, you're hurting me," he yelped as Diane pulled his arm painfully behind him. She grinned in glee, "Diddums, the other little girls pick on you? Go on, little girl. Tell your Mummy then. Have a little cry." There were giggles around him as the others listened to the teasing.

"Get his dress up," cried one, and suddenly Jeff's silky, shiny, petticoats were in view, rustling in their hands as he squirmed in shame.

"Very pretty," said one girl sarcastically. "You are a real dolly, aren't you?"

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'Answer her!" ordered Karen, "Or it'll be worse for you. Tell her you are a doll!"

Jeff, now very near to tears stammered, "I am a doll." He felt faint with embarrassment.

"You're our doll now. We'll dress you up and take you out in a stroller!" laughed one girl. Diane said, "Now let's see Susan's panties!" Many times Jeff had enjoyed seeing a girl's dress blow up and watch her shyly holding down her skirt. He remembered too how he'd once chased a girl around the playground, trying to pull up her dress. Now he was the 'girl', and it wasn't fun anymore! He was frightened and ashamed.

Diane said, "Now

let's see Susan's panties."