Part 4 - Girls Rule (Obviously)
The next time Isabel humiliated me was bad because it was such a huge humiliation for boys.
It was at a large party. I was nine, she was eight.
There were 8 boys and 8 girls at the party, all the same sort of age.
We decided to play cowboys and indians, with the girls being the indians and trying to capture us.
At one point in the game, I came face to face with Isabel. Before I could react, she grabbed me round the neck and kissed me full on the lips.
She pulled away giggling as I just stood there.
She pushed me over and put her knee on my chest, then tied my wrists together with some tape the girls had been given.
"Come on prisoner." She commanded.
That was noraml, I guess, as she had been dominating me easily every other time we met.
However, when we got back, every single other boy in the game was sitting there, tied up and gagged.
I had been the last boy to be captured, and the game had finished in little over 5 minutes.
If that was humiliating, what came next was worse.
The game should have ended there, and the girls should have let us go, but they didn't.
Isabel pushed me down and looked at her friends evilly. "What should we do with our prisoners now, girls?"
One of them giggled. "Group photo. The key word will be "girl power"!"
The girls all chattered as they assumed their positions. Isabel straddled me and puckered up near my lips, as she knew that this was more humiliating for me than a victory pose, which was what most of the other girls were doing over their prisoners.
When she heard the chime from the camera count down to the last second before the photo was taken, she moved forward slightly, pressing her lips against mine again.
And so now that photo haunts my life. Every single girl developed a copy. funnily enough, none of the boys did.