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By the time the girls had run down to the bottom of the field, the “cows” were already tethered to the stable wall, a few yards apart. This had been done by the simple expedient of tying ropes to their collars and attaching them to the tethering rings on the wall. The collars had been Yulya’s idea; board leather straps fitted with real cow-bells, which made a rather sad tinny sound when the boys moved. The girls actually jumped up and down with excitement when they got a close view of the animals for the first time.
“What are their names? What are their names?” screamed Marlene.
“This brown boy-cow Sean, this one Tyler. You can touch, but no milk yet.”
“Oh, they’re so cute!” squealed Maisy. “Look at their little sad faces.” She patted their heads. “Never mind, little boy-cows! Later on we’ll come down and milk you, shall we?” She reached underneath Sean and gave his udder a little squeeze. “Ooh, your udder’s so firm. I bet it’s absolutely bursting with milk.” Then she gave his tail a little tug, making Sean flinch. She did it a second time. He gave a little moo of discomfort. Maisy’s mouth fell open. She looked at Yulya. “Why is he doing that? It’s not…you know…?”
Yulya nodded. “Yes. Tail belong to Sean. Go inside him. Miss Shirley make sure won’t fall out.”
Patricia gasped, and covered her mouth.
“How awfully rude! Let me try.” She took the tail from Maisy, and gave it a slightly harder tug. Sean made a sort of squeak, pressed his back end closer to the wall, and looked around pleadingly, cheeks scarlet. Patricia’s face lit up.
“It’s true! He has a butt-plug! Oh, this is so fun!” She looked at the others, gaping with disbelief. “I know, let’s try the other boy’s. I bet we can…”
But at that moment, Janice piped up, “Look! The babies are being put out!”
They turned as one, and began to run back to the main entrance.
“Be back soon!” shouted Patricia over her shoulder. “Save some milk for us!”
They dashed up to the entrance, where Mandy and Debbie were attaching the babies’ ankle cuffs to the scrapers. They made a feeble attempt at resistance, which only served to offer more glimpses of their pretty rubber pants to the Scouts, who were gathered on the steps watching. Stephen, standing on the bottom step, was pointing and laughing.
“Ha ha! Look at their little rubber baby pants! Don’t they look sweet!”
“You can laugh,” grinned Patricia, arriving next to him, “considering what you’re wearing!”
“What do you mean?” Stephen, like the other boys in the troop, had by now become so used to their new look, that they often forgot how eye-catching they looked.
“Those! Those little tiny rainbow-coloured rubber shorts! Very sweet!”
“Aren’t they?” called Tracey from the top of the steps. “Miss Sullivan makes all the boys in our troop wear them now. You should see how people stare!”
“I don’t wonder,” returned Patricia, herself goggling at Stephen so intensely that he squirmed and folded his hands in front of him. “It wouldn’t take much for something to slip out, by the look of it. But don’t they have to be careful of dogs?”
“Dogs? Why dogs?”
“Well, you know how dogs love sausages!”
Everyone, except of course the three boy Scouts, fell about laughing.
“Anyway,” said Marlene, “let’s have a look at our babies.” She climbed the steps and confronted Max.
“Hello, my little baby girl.” She tickled him under his chin, then coolly lifted his dress and gently caressed his panties. “So soft! And so pretty! No wonder you like showing them off so much. I see you’ve got a nice thick nappy on. You’re going to need it. Please do a nice big wee for your auntie Marlene, won’t you? I’ve got some lovely scented baby powder and pots and pots of cold cream so you won’t get a rash. Well? Aren’t you going t say thank you? Oh. I suppose you can’t. with that big pacifier in your mouth.”
“Actually it’s a sissifier,” said Mandy, who was standing just inside the door.
“A what?”
“A sissifier. One of these,” she said, ignoring Max’s pleading eyes. And she took one out of her pocket and handed it to Marlene.
Marlene was speechless. Then a huge grin spread over her face. “Wow! Look at this, girls!”
She held in up, then tossed it down to Maisy to look at. The others gathered round, giggling hysterically.
“He’s got one of these in his mouth?” cried Patricia. “He’s actually suc-king on one of these?”
“That’s what they’re for,” said Mandy, matter-of-factly. “Actually boys seem to like them. They find them comforting, I think.”
The girls, including the girl Scouts, were ecstatic. They crowded round the babies to see if they could detect suc-king movements. The little circles of blusher had long ago been overtaken by real blushes, and their eyes were big with embarrassment. Janice commented on it.
“Well you’d have wide eyes if you had one of those in your mouth,” giggled Maisy. “But seriously, I never expected something as amazing as this! Janice? Could you hold up their little dresses while I get some snaps?”
The girls made the most of the quarter hour left before the official opening. The helpless babies were fingered, stroked, and pinched, with particular attention paid to their upper thighs. The girls took photos and videos to the hearts’ content. Then they turned their attention to the Scouts.
“Those Scouts look even stupider,” whispered Janice. “Let’s get some snaps to show the girls.”
“I know,” giggled Maisy. “Have you ever seen a Scout wearing actual rubber shorts before?”
“They might not like us taking photos,” murmured Marlene. “though they seem to think they’re pretty cool…”
“I know,” said Patricia. “That’s what make it even funnier! We’ll have to be subtle. Let me ask them.”
She approached the Scouts.
“Your uniforms are so neat, guys! Could we have a few snaps?” She did her best, but she couldn’t hide her amusement. And the boys were already feeling a bit self-conscious.
“No, you can’t!” snapped Danny. “Miss? I feel stupid in these gay rainbow shorts! Why did you insist we put these on today? It’s gonna be so embarrassing in front of all those ladies. And there’s definitely no way we’re gonna let these girls take photos of us in them. So there!”
“Really, Danny, they look very sweet.”
“Exactly! Why can’t we wear our normal ones?”
“Well…”
“No! Don’t let them, miss!” cried the girls in unison. “That would be so boring!”
“You’re boring!” retorted Stephen.
“I’m sorry girls. It’s true, these are not the standard Scout shorts. If they insist, I’ll have to let them change, I’m afraid. Boys? You all have your proper ones in your bags?”
“Yes, miss.”
“If I let you change, will you pose for the girls then?”
“Yeah, no problem. Thanks, miss.”
“You can change in my office. Right there across the corridor,” said Mandy.
The boys retired to change. The girls were most disappointed.
“Not fair!” said Maisy. “I’ve never seen a Scout in shorts like that before. I wanted to show my friends!”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll still find them worth a photo, girls,” smiled Moira. “Wait and see.”
The girls were about to wander off in search of something more amusing when the boys reappeared, swaggering in proudly in their “standard” shorts. But since Moira’s innovation, these were of course nothing but latex shorts adapted to Scout regulations with a nod to the troop colours – navy blue with yellow piping. Not only that, but they were correctly styled, with belt loops for their official Scout belts and simulated pockets, and only departed from standard in having pretty little tight frills around the legs in place of turn-ups. Silas walked straight up to the girls with a smug look on his face.
“See? These are our proper shorts. And guess what? We’re the only troop in the whole country what has them!”
It was paramount that the girls showed not even the slightest trace of mirth. Patricia played her part perfectly. She was some actor, the others agreed when they relived the moment later that morning; especially since the “official” shorts they were now wearing were made of the highest grade of latex, fine, soft and stretchy, that left very little to the imagination.
“Gosh!” she gasped. “They’re really neat! Is that true, that no other troop…”
“Absolutely,” interrupted Danny. “That’s right, isn’t it, miss?”
“It’s perfectly true, girls. They’re custom made by our supplier. No-one else has them.”
“And my mum reckons they’re all jealous of us, too,” added Stephen, proudly, sliding his thumbs into his waistband like the authentic dude he thought he was. Stephen was the biggest boy of the three, in every sense of the word.
“Wow, guys” said Marlene, with a hint of envy in her voice, “I’m not surprised. They’re so cool…”
“Super cool,” agreed Patricia. “So…would allow us to…?” She held up her phone.
“No problem. Where would you like us?”
A few groups of women were beginning to arrive, making their way up the drive towards the entrance. Cars were being parked on the other side of the forecourt.
“Maybe on the grass, with the field behind you?” suggested Maisy.
The Scouts willingly made their way onto the grass, the frills of their shorts rustling as they walked. The girls looked at each other with expressions of delight, which they quickly suppressed as the boys turned around.
“Could you stand in a line, please? That’s it.”
“Great. And maybe give the Scout salute? Perfect.”
The taut, glossy rubber gleamed in the sunlight, accentuating the three variously sized and oriented sausage-shaped bulges.
“Arms around each other. That’s nice. Point to your amazing shorts! Yeah, go! Hold the frills? Yes, like that. Super!”
“You getting this on video, Mais?” murmured Janice, under her breath.
“You bet.”
“Turn around and look back over your shoulders. Peace sign. Perfect. Smile!”
But it was nearly nine, and the group of ladies waiting at the foot of the steps – and enjoying the little tableau on the lawn – was steadily growing. One in particular seemed particularly fascinated. She wore a little angora jumper pulled taut by her pointed breasts, faux leather leggings, high-heeled calf-length boots, and little black leather fingerless gloves. Her sunglasses were pushed up into her blonde hair, and her scarlet lip-gloss matched her long nails. Mitch would have recognised her immediately – the glamorous Edwina Brentford of the Women’s Institute.
Moira had to call the Scouts in.
“Boys? Sorry to interrupt, but…”
“Coming, miss!”
The Scouts ran up the steps, and the girls were finally able to give vent to their feelings, collapsing in hysterics.
“Just wait till the girls see these!” cried Marlene. “We must find out when they have their next parade. Second Beckleyford, right? The whole school will turn out for that!”
Then Shirley appeared at the door.
“Ladies! Welcome to P and S, all of you! I’m so grateful you were able to come and see some of the work we do here. Please feel free to partake of the snacks and drinks on offer in reception. Then you may either follow one of our guides – the Scouts who have so generously offered to give their time to our cause – or, if you prefer, explore for yourselves. Lunch will be served between twelve and two in the canteen. At ten there will a demonstration of our latest innovation in room six, and this afternoon a display of baby-changing by our four young visitors from St. Mary’s School. Any questions may be directed to me, or to my colleagues Mandy and Debbie. We also welcome any enquiries for placements. Well, I see more guest are arriving every minute. So please, come in – and enjoy!”