That's Just Mean

The three girls with sunglasses pushed back on top of their heads were almost as old as me. One had a short tight skirt on but she'd dressed very carelessly, for her knickers in a swirly pattern were clearly visible through the white fabric, and I could likewise see the girl in the middle had black ones on. It was nice to think I'd taken their powers by seeing these, and they didn't even know it!

In fact I slouched after them, idly wondering whether this could give me a good time. Presently they drew up under a girls' bathroom on the top floor, and I discreetly stopped too.

The gossamer third girl stepped lightly into the air, but the other two were getting fretful. I knew the signs. Both had hot cheeks, and were trying hard but to no avail. The two girls looked scared.

"I can't fly!" exclaimed the one in the skirt, afraid.

"I can't either!" cried her friend with black knickers on. "Oh, and I really need a wee too!"

"I need a lot more than a wee!" burst out the other, sounding by now on the verge of panic.

With an expression of desperation and hopeless fright she squeezed the bare quivering pink of her chubby thighs together. I was ready to burst out laughing! Typical girls!

"Lorna, please go and see if there's another way up besides flying," the girl in black knickers begged her one sensibly-dressed friend. "I only mean for Ninnette. I can hold it," she declared bravely, though she all but whimpered the words.

Obligingly Lorna flew off. The two girls remaining on the ground were on the verge of hopping from foot to foot. "Cathy, I'm going to, I really mean it!" cried Ninnette, her eyes as huge as saucers. "It just can't wait!"

"You've got to, Ninnette!" implored Cathy. "We're not little girls at school anymore! Oh, but why does the one bathroom have to be all the way up there?" and with a crack in her voice she and Ninnette held each other, both helplessly tearful.

This was too much! They sure looked like little girls at school to me, I thought contemptuously. After all they had knickers on, and the wriggles and crying when they needed a wee or worse was pretty familiar too!

I decided to be kind though, so using my pass I opened the stairs door to the boys' bathroom on fifth then went up with them to unlock the other. Watching them hurry and clump up the steps to get there was the funniest part of all!

"Thanks," Cathy said to me in a very perfunctory way when she came out from weeing. Ninnette took longer, but finally the tight white skirt strode out again, crisis past. As she went by me she mischievously whipped my skirts up high.

Oh! Wrong day to wear red pants! I was really embarrassed, but that was the least of my worries. Cathy and Ninnette looked at each other at once.

"Hey, my powers are back!" Cathy exclaimed.

"Mine too!" burst out Ninnette, furious. "Ooh! This horrid boy must have been the one who took them in the first place! And I bet he stood there watching us and sniggering the whole time!"

Waah! The force of two girls threw me back though the air and out over the ledge, so I was hanging on by my fingertips. Anyone in the street below would have seen up my skirt, but as we were on the fifth floor, that wasn't the worst of it!

Ninnette sat down on the ledge above my face, flaunting her freedom. I gazed helplessly up at that big bar of pale pink thigh.

"Aw, having a bit of trouble, horrid boy?" she teased me.

Cathy had undone her belt, and slid off her light-coloured slacks to air her black panties.

"You like seeing my knickers that much," she said to me scornfully. "So kiss them, and we'll help you up."

She lowered her butt over the ledge and I struggled to haul myself near enough to the black cotton, puckering with a will. It was no good though. My weak boy-arms couldn't handle a feat of strength meant for girls, and both of these knew it.

"Can't even do one pull-up!" taunted sing-song Ninnette, and touching the ledge made it intangible under my hands.

Waah! But my terror was short-lived. The third girl called Lorna swooped after me as I fell, and tucking her hands under my armpits carried me safely down to the street again. Ninnette and Cathy, all giggles, ran out from the stairs door to join us.

"This'll teach you not to be mean to girls," said Lorna, like she was some teacher rather than younger than me. I burned with shame.

"Especially when we need a wee," put in Cathy.

"Yes, or worse," finished Ninnette indignantly.

THE END