Giles could hear the girls coming up the stairs, all giggles and whispers. Helen had left him on his own in her bedroom while she went to fetch them, and he sat apprehensively. He had no idea what humiliations Helen planned to put him through, but he was sure they were going to be terrible.
Helen's door opened, and Giles couldn't help but look up to see who was entering. Helen was first of course, and she wore a broad smile and her step had something of a cheerful skip to it. Behind her came Jenny in a light yellow summer dress. Her long blond hair cascaded around her slightly flushed face and her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Behind Jenny was Susan, who though only ten years old like the other girls, was provocatively dressed in low slung jeans and short top, which showed off a swathe of flesh around her midriff. Small breasts were beginning to emerge under her top and the smile she flashed at Giles was wicked.
Paula came into the room next wearing a yellow and pink floral dress. She looked, from head to toe, the perfect little girl, but the expression she wore would have looked more fitting on an imp from the lower planes. She gave Giles a small wave "Hi, Giles" she said, her voice sweet with anticipation. She carried a bag which bulged alarmingly.
Giles swallowed. This little collection of hell cats looked like they had abominable plans for him, and he began to squirm at the prospect of what they intended to do. Giles didn't have time to wonder what those plans might be, as he noticed another girl follow Paula into the room.
The fifth girl was Bridget, also ten years old, and wearing a dull brown t-shirt and an olive green skirt. Her expression was impassive and she regarded Giles with suspicion and apprehension. The whole impression was of a mousy girl who was rather shy.
"We're going to have such fun!" said Helen. Giles was entirely convinced that she meant the girls were going to have 'such fun', he did not imagine that the fun would be extended to him.
"Let's see what you've got then" said Helen, looking at Paula.
Paula marched over to the bed and emptied her bag onto it. Out tumbled a collection of clothes, and she sat down to sort through them.
"Knickers" she said, holding up a pair of white knickers with pink flowers embroidered on them.
"Socks" she briefly held up a pair of white knee length socks.
"Dress" she held up a frilly pink dress which would only ever be worn for a party or some silly formal occasion when girls were expected to look very girly indeed.
"Bra" she said, holding up an unremarkable white trainer bra.
"Bonnet" she said, holding up a straw hat with blue and pink ribbons dangling from it "Mum bought this for Easter one year, Debbie hated it."
"Sandals" she held up a pair of red strap-over sandals "But I don't think they'll fit."
"Handkerchief" she held up a small white handkerchief with little multicoloured butterflies embroidered in the corners.
"Who are those for, they're too big?" said Bridget confused.
"You'll have to wait and see" said Helen with a grin.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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