Ride of My Life

I can't help myself and reach out a quivering hand to tentatively touch the glass-like material. Immediately a volcanic surge of pleasure soars through me. 'Oh no, no, no I'm okay, really,' I say about to jump off the bed fearing the worst. 'Really I'm fine.' Tears welling in my eyes. Before I can lift a finger the girls pounce and pin me down onto the duvet. They are all wired with energy. I struggle like a animal caught in a big-game hunters net but they hold me firm leaning over so their soft hair falls over my face.

'A beautiful bike like yours needs to be treated with respect. You must dress up like a lady. Only then can it be fully appreciated.' Mary laughs. 'As I said a pretty bike deserves a pretty girl on the saddle.'

'Stop it.' I scream. 'It's a unisex bike not a girls bike.' Lilly ignores my pleas, unhooks the dress and holds it in both hands before waving it about the room like a flag so all the ruches billow and rustle dramatically. 'Do you need some help or will you dress yourself?'

I struggle again and the girls tighten their grip.

'I don't need any help and I won't be dressing in that.' I say. 'Oh but darling that is a shame. This would be so much easier with your consent.' Her voice was cold and calculated and I began to panic.

'Please let me go, Mary,' I said, 'please, I've done nothing to you.' I tried to be cool but the tears were streaming down my face and I was bawling like a baby.

She nods at the girls and like trained production line workers they each set upon me performing an obviously predefined task. Jill undid my shirt, Tina pulled off my shoes and Julie removed my trouser belt.

'You'll look as pretty as a picture in this sumptuous dress,' Mary says overseeing the action as the girls proceed to strip me like a young girls Barbie doll. 'I'm sure you noticed how this design is particularly feminine with loads of frills, ruffles and lace?'

I nod.

'It's for girls who really believe in being a pretty girl. And you are just such a girl, aren't you.'