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Laughter was all around him. "Look at his panties," someone said.

"They aren't his panties," Karen corrected them. "I am his sister and he has on my panties."

Jeff stood in the pillory in frustrated rage as his little sister explained that she had dressed him as a girl. He was in no position to retaliate now, but he vowed that he would get even later.

A tall girl yelled out, "Twenty five cents a throw," and, for the first time, Jeff realized what was in store! Being locked in the pillory was only the beginning of his torment. To one side were water filled balloons they'd be thrown at him as a girl! He wriggled and squirmed.

"Can't you get free, Susan?" laughed Diane, still around and enjoying every minute of this. She paid her quarter and picked up a balloon, "You great big sissy. I hope they keep you as a girl forever!" She flung the balloon at the writhing boy. Jeff felt it strike his chest and burst. Oh, it was cold! He looked down at his chest. There was a large wet patch on his dress. The wet dress stuck to his skin and his lacy underwear showed through! Everyone would be able to see his girlish undergarments! This was just awful!

A boy stepped forward and paid his money. Jeff recognized him. He was from his school! The boy sneered at Jeff and said, "Look at you. What a fairy! Wait until I tell the guys about this. I am sure they all will want to see you in a dress. Will you be wearing one to school? If you don't, we

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can have one there for you there to change into, Susan!"

Jeff was horrified. His reputation was ruined! Could the guys really force him into a dress at school? Sometimes he and the other guys had ganged up on some boy and removed his pants, but no one had ever been put into a dress! He couldn't let it happen to him, but how could he fight them all off. He was deep in thought when the balloon landed hard on his head and the cold water shocked him back to the present.

Another person came forward to throw, then another. Many of the boys and girls were people who Jeff knew. They all teased him. Everyone seemed to love seeing him in these sissy clothes. Each time a balloon landed there was a cheer. And soon the slap! slap! slap! of the water-filled balloons had a cumulative effect. The water cascaded over him sending rivers of cold water pouring down his skirts, falling dripping down his legs. His bodice clung wetly to him, his pretty puff sleeved dress shining with the water. He was a sopping wet mass of chiffon. His lacy silk and taffeta undergarments were clearly visible through the soaking dress. His panties felt soppy and cold, his slippery petticoats slithering over them as he wriggled and writhed in shame and humiliation.

Jeff was sobbing! Girls and boys were laughing! Every slap of water resulted in cries for mercy and girlish writhing, to no avail, as