First in a series in which a pre-teen girl dominates local hoods and 'forces' them into crossdressing
FLOWER GIRLS by Mardee Louise Prynne
In which we meet Daisy a fussy sort of ten year old who, despite her prissy and attire, has a few lessons to give to some older boys.
PROLOGUE
The old house had been empty for a long time. Local teens used it as hang out to smoke, to drink beer, and to engage in their amateurish, fumbling, would be assignations. Suddenly work crews appeared and, after several months, a young woman and a little girl moved in.
The young woman was a little above average height, slender but with gentle curves in all the right places. Nowadays she wouldn't wear one but, in keeping with the fashions and mores of ladies of the early fifties, she rarely left the house without a girdle. Oh yes, and heels, hose, and gloves at all times. A silky mane of brown hair showed red highlights in the sun. Iris, for that was her name, was independent, aloof. assertive in her dealings with local tradespeople who failed to give her the deference that the more discerning sensed was her due.
Daisy, assumed to be Iris's niece, was snobby as would be expected from a lovely girl being raised by a young woman who was, according to local murmurings, too sure of herself for anyone's good. Daisy hadn't yet attended school since they had made the move at the start of the summer recess. She avoided other children.
Daisy practiced the piano for at least an hour every morning. Neighbors and passersby were impressed by the sophisticated playing that wafted from the open windows of the newly refurbished house. This didn't prevent Daisy from playing as befits a physically energetic pre-teen although she avoided social interaction. When she went to the nearby playground, she showed superb coordination and surprising strength and stamina as she cavorted on the swings. Even the older boys and girls stopped to watch this lithe amazon as she rhythmically pumped the swing pumped so high that its arc seemed to reach above the supporting bar. At this point she would glide, pull herself up off the seat, her body in a perfect "L," tuck her feet beneath her and stand on the seat.
What made this performance more attractive to the boys was that Daisy wore a dress. It was pink cotton with a flared skirt held up by layers of frothy white pettis. Tennis sneakers over white anklets gave her the traction she needed as she stood on the swing soaring above the drooling boys who hoped for a glimpse of her panties. But no, that wasn't to be just yet. As she came to a stand on the swing, Daisy clamped her skirt between her knees. "Stuck up little snot," muttered a couple of the boys under their breath.
As the swing slowed, Daisy slipped to a sitting position. She pumped the almost still swing and then leaped to her feet as her skirts flared about her. But alas, she was too close to the ground for the boys to get the show they hoped for.
THE INVASION
It was late on an August Friday when three of the local youths found themselves a six pack of Bud but no place to drink it.
"What about the Brent House?"
"Wake up, jerk-off. That Miss Ice Lady and little ice girl live there."
"Yeah, but the ice bitch drove away before. She's probably looking to get laid."
"Yeah, you wish."
The third member of the group shifted uncomfortably.
"What's bugging you?"
"Will, you saying we should break in and party just `cause there's no one home?"
"What if I am? You too chickenshit?"
"Suppose she comes home? What if the girl is there?"
"So what if the ice bitch comes home? We're out the window if she does and even if she gets in the way not we just shove her out of our way and take off. No sweat."
"What about her kid? Suppose you're right about the bitch going out to look for it?"
"Wake up. There's three of us. We're sixteen and she's about ten. Any one of us could seriously kick her ass... Better yet, we can say she invited us in and tried to get us to let her suck us off."
The third member of the group spoke up. "Great. Not like she really has to do it but we spread the word she wanted to and then when she starts school, no one'll let their kids talk to her. I say we climb in through an open window. That way no one can show we broke in."
"That's thinking smart, Stu. Vinny, you in with us?"
The slender boy shifted uneasily.
"Come on, Vinny. You with us or not?"
"I dunno...Shit, I'm with you."
"Sure you're with us. Like no one else'll have any part of any of us so it's got to be the three of us."
They sauntered by Daisy's house and saw the front windows were open at the bottom. A dim light in the vestibule and over the front door. A glance up the alley showed the garage was empty. They paused under a street lamp, liighted their cigarettes and waited. They sat on the curb quietly smoking. The six pack was getting warm. "Shit, we gotta make our move soon."
"Why don't we just go to the playground and sit behind the handball courts. No one can see us from the street."
"Chicken, that what you are, Vinny. "Fraid your Daisy might be home?"
"Lay off me, Billy. She's not my Daisy. All I said is that she's pretty and she looks like she has class."
"You're weird. This stuck up little snot won't give you the right time and you think that titless wonder is hot stuff."
"I said layoff, Billy. You don't know shit about anything, least of all how I think. Jerk."
Stu, the other member of the trio sighed and spoke sharply to the arguing pair. "Cool it for Christ's sake. You guys are gonna get so pissed at each other that we'll end up doing nothing, not even going behind the courts. Let's do one thing or the other before this stuff is so hot it tastes like piss."
They ran around the corner and up and alley next to a small apartment building. Without a pause, they climbed over a backyard fence and landed in the shadows. A dim light showed through the partially open kitchen window. No lights on the second floor.
Vinny, the smallest of the trio, slid through the partially open kitchen window, looked around and walked the backstairs which led down to the side door. His heart stopped as he felt a hand grab his ankle. A sudden tug and he tumbled down the cellar stairs. As he tried to get to his feet, small yet strong hands grabbed his wrists and tumbled him onto his back. A swiftly applied hammer lock and a knee planted in the small of his back.
"I'm about to let you go. Get up slowly and don't try any of you're geaser stuff or I'll really hurt you."
He sat rubbing his cramped shoulder, turning his haed as he did so in order to see his assailant and size up his chances. It was Dasiy! The little ten year old had taken him by surprise. He felt his cock stir as he scanned her from head to toe. Her hair was pulled back in a high pony tail. She wore a black scoop neck leotard with cap sleeves. Her full, shapley legs were covered by opaque white tights. Soft ballet slipperscompleted her attire. The front of her leotard emphasized the diminutive breasts that were little more than nipples atop tiny, swells of flesh that spoke of the beauty that was yet to be.
Vinny said nothing but threw his weight at he girl who wrapped her arm around his neck and dropped to a sit sending the charging male soaring through teh air. He landed with a thud. Before he realized what happened, Daisy dropped her knee into the pit of his stomch leaving the confused youth gasping for air. She pulled him to a half sit by his shirt and slammed her tiny fist into his mouth. His panic increased as he tasted his own blood.
"Really, Vinny. I would have expected better from you. You seem so much beter than those two clods who lead you around."
"Really, I'm sorry. We just wanted to drink some beer..."
"If your friends, if you can call them friends are still outside, I want you to let them in. Tell them you fell down the stairs and it took you a few minutes to clear your head."
"But they might try to jump you."
"Oh, I do hope so. I haven't had a good workout in a very long time."
Vinny opened the door to Billy and Stu as Daisy stood in the shadows behind the open door.
"What took you so damn long? ...What happened to you?"
"I fell down the stairs and it took me a few minutes to clear my head."
As the pair entered the small entrance way, Daisy shot her foot into the small of Billy's back. He tumbled head over heels done the stairs. Stu looked on in open mouthed amazement as Daisy stood in front of him, grasped his arms and drove her knee into his groin. The hulking teen cluthced his injured genitals as he fell to his knees. This time Daisy's knee connected with his face. He fell sideways onto the driveway. Tears ran down his face as he tried to speak. Before he could utter a sound, Daisy drove the sole of her foot into the youth's crotch. His body arched as he convulsed in pain. Instinctively, the boy rolled onto his side and curled into a fetal position.
Lights wnet on in the house across the common driveway. Daisy had already steped inside and closed the door. "Look at the fool rolling on the ground. Must be some drunken kid. Maybe we should call the police before he bothers that nice little Daisy who moved in next door."
Billy had recovered from his fall and poised himself on the bottom of the cellar stairs to charge Daisy. "You're not gonna get in a lucky shot or a dirty kick with me," he warned as he ran at the girl. Billy stopped near the head of the stairs as Daisy met his gaze. The girl was all but placid as Billy changed his tactics and made a grab for her ankle. Daisy moved like lightning, stepping back as the momentum of Billy's move sent him flat on his face.
He felt sharp fingernails sink into his ears as the limber little girl pulled him to his knees. Billy grabbed her wrists but she shook loose and clapped her cupped hands over his ears. The pain was excruciating. He was on his hands and knees , and instead of thinking how to assault this deceptively slender gilrl, he was looking for an escape route.
"Listen to me, you overgrown baby, and listen carefully before I really hurt you. I can beat you in wrestling or boxing or free fighting. How about a sporting proposition? Wrestling or boxing? No pins, no giving up. Scared, little boy? To keep it clean, Vinny can be the referee."
Billy's head was clearing from the pain. He knew that free fighting wasn't the way to go. Boxing! That was it. He had the reach over this little wild cat. He could get in a good shot before she was close enough to touch him.
"You got boxing gloves? I don't want to mess you up too bad."
"I do but we'll fight bare knuckles because I do want to mess you, mess you up very badly."
They went downstairs to a room that was at once a ballet studio and a gym replete with a heavy bag, a speed bag, and weights. Billy wondered silently if it had been a mistake to accept the girl's taunting challenge.
They squared off in the middle of the floor. Billy launcehed a round house right Daisy's head only to connect with air as the girl ducked under his blow, stepped to the side and delivered a syrprisingly hard one two combination to his ribs.
Billy was now a little more cautious as he threw feinting jabs at Daisy who deftly avoided his hands. Each time he opened up to begin a punch, she managed to slip under his guard and pepper his face or his belly with fast, effective punches. He was tiring and knew that time would work for the girl whose ballet training alone gave her tremendous stamina.
Billy waded forward, slugging wildly at the little sprite who avoided every blow. An uppercut sent him reeling back. The tiny terror gave him no respite but follwoed up her advantage with a hard shot to his solar plexus. He grasped his mid-section as Daisy smashed her fists in rapid succession to his mouth, to his nose. He fell to his knees. "I give. I give."
"Sorry, boy child, but this is a fight to the finish." She stood with her hands on her hips as Billy sobbed in humiliation and pain.
He stuggled to his feet but could barley lift his arms as Daisy toyed with him as she battered his face. He staggered aimlessly as his eyes glazed over. Then his knees gave way. Daisy planted her foot on his crotch in a gesture of triumph. His body quivered as he orgasmed. Daisy drew her foor back in prepartion for a solid kick to his balls. He whimpered as he lost consciousness.
Vinny looked in awe at Daisy who was scarcely breathing hard. Her very feminine appearance belied her high level of fighting skills. This did nothing to lessen the intense crush Vinny had developed on Daisy since she moved to the neighborhood. Grateful as he was for being spared the brunt of her wrath, he wondered why she chose to spare him.
"Come on, Vin. Let'sget this piece of trash out of here."
Billy woke up on the sidewalk a few minutes later. His pants were hanging from the branch of a nearby tree. His briefs were wet with his own cum.
PUNISHMENT OR REWARD
Vinny watched Daisy unwrap the skirt she had put on when they dumped Billy near the curb.
"Daisy, I'm sorry but they're the only two who let me hang around with them. I didn't want to do this..."
"Hush. I know more about you than you think. Iris is teaching me how to figure out things about people by watching them. That's how I was so sure when I said you're better than those two losers. I know that when you look at my pettis and try to see my panties that you're doing it beacause you're jealous, because you want to wear pretty things."
Vinny squirmed uncomfortably. Daisy was right about him.
"Undress.," she said matter of factly.
Vinny stood nude before her as she held out a pair of lavender nylon panties. As he stepped into them, his cock began twitching. She looked at him and pointed to the floor. Vinny dropped to his kees. Daisy turned her back to him. "Kiss my tush."
He began nuzzling her firm cheeks. He wanted so much to push his mouth between them, to smell her, to kiss her there. "Go ahead," cooed Daisy. "Kiss me where you want to."
He was dripping precum into the panties. Daisy thrust her bottom against his face sending the boy onto his back. She dropped to her knees as she grasped his balls through the panties. Her hand tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed as he continued to nuzzle and kiss her bottom through the black leotard. "Wank for me. You have my permission to cum."
The orgasm was the most intense he had ever had and the first one in the company of a girl.
He sat nude on the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees. Daisy stood in front of him with her hip slightly cocked. A pair of white cotton panties hung from her extended index finger. He stood up. took the panties from her and held them at eye level as he tried to turn them to the correct orientation. It was a supremely feminine movement and seemed as practiced as if Vinny had been doing it all his life.
He finished dressing and was very careful about tucking his shirt in so as to be sure that no one would notice the narrow elastic waist band that would have screamed "PANTIES." And yet despite having had to watch his friends destroyed by this strange girl who seemed both enchanted and an enchantress, he felt comfortable, natural, just ever so right in the panties she had given him.
She held his hand as they walked up the stairs. "Please call me," she said earnestly. "You really are so much nicer than all those awful kids around here. You can come over and we can finish what we started tonight. I think I'll call you Violet when we do."
She put he hand behind his head as she rose up on tiptoe. They kissed, a surprisingly long and sensual kiss from one so young.
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