Still Karen’s Girl

 

My close friends and I were educated in  very large and quite rough school.  People usually hang around with others similar to themselves and we would probably have been considered the school wimps.

 

It the age of 13, I was about 5’6” tall and a very slendeer 120lbs.  In our class was a girl called Karen Jones.  Karen was a real tomboy.  She was the same height as me but much heavier and she often used to win fights against boys.  Karen had lovely blond hair, was quite pretty but never made too much of a fuss about her appearance.

I cannot remember how it came about but one day the subject of Karen fighting with me was discussed.  I was not prepared to admit that she was stronger and tougher than me, but the thought of fighting her terrified me.  Karen became quite loud and aggressive and I was delighted when class ended.

 

A few days later I was alone in a quiet part of the playground when she found me. “ I am harder and tougher than you and we both know it”  She said.  I whinned that she was not but that I would not fight a girl.  She came right up to my face.  “You are  a coward!”  She whispered, “You know I will beat you up, you have two choices, you fight me, and even if you lose I will leave you alone, or you become one of my girls”  I did not know what she was talking about.

“What do you mean one of your girls, I don’t want to fight you!”  I admitted

“There are some other cowardly boys who admit I am their boss, and rather than fight me they give me their pocket money every week.  I always give them some back, but I decide how much.”  She pushed against me, I felt small, she seemed so big and strong.

“I call them my girls because they are not real boys, and they will never be men!”  She grinned at me

“Are you a boy or are you going to be one of my girls?”

“I will give you my pocket money, I will be your girl!”  I hated myself, but I could not face fighting her.

 

Every week on Monday mornings I would give her my money, and she would give me my change, sometimes she hardly took anything.  I don’t think that it was the money that interested her, it was the control.  Over the next year Karen underwent a transformation, she grew about another inch, became slimmer, took much more pride in her appearance and was transformed from a boyish tomboy into a very pretty girl.  But I was still frightened of her.  She went out with many boys, and used to tease me that she could not date me because I was a girl. 

 

At last I left school and was finally rid of Karen Jones.  My school years were a misery because of her, but over the next ten years I developed a successful career, and thought less and less about what a coward I had been in those teenage years.

 

One day I visited a casino in the early hours of the morning at a small town about 30 miles from where I was schooled.  After neither winning nor losing I wandered of to the bar for a drink. 

Behind the bar, was Karen Jones. 

I could not believe my eyes, she was dressed in a black cocktail dress, black stockings and high heels, and looked incredibly sexy. 

I almost turned to leave as I felt a confusing mixture of emotions.  How could this beautiful woman have bullied me for so many years?  How could I have been frightened of her?  I walked over determined to show her how much I had changed. 

She recognised me instantly.  “Hello Stevie”  She said.  Memories came flooding back, she had always called me Stevie anstead of Steve.  “It’s Steve now Karen, I will have a beer please”  I replied firmly.

She smiled, I was amazed how beautiful she was.  She brought me my drink in a ladies glass.

“That is not the right glass”  I siad, angry at her behaviour and angry at myself for finding her so attractive.  “Oh I think it ts honey, I still think of you as one of my girls, I often wonder what became of you and if the women in your life realise that you re not a man”  I was really angry now

“Karen I am not a boy any more, I am a man now, and I cannot see why I shouldn’t complain to the manager about you!”

She took my hand in hers, I immediately felt vulnerable, her hands were at least as big as mine.  “Look Stevie, first I am the manager here, second you are still my girl unless you prove otherwise, and third- you are not a man!”

“Well I don’t think that we can fight in here but I certainly am not frightened of you now Karen”

She raised her arm on the table, in  classic arm wrestling pose.  “Okay girl, I will arm wrestle you, lets see if you are a man?”  I immediately grasped her hand.

“Now before we start are you sure you want to do this honey, you have obviously got over not been a boy, but if you do this and lose you will never be man”

“Fuck off Karen, just say go”  I snarled.

“Okay Stevie.  Go girl”  I pushed with all my might, but no matter what I tried she held me with ease.

“You have lovely eyes Stevie”  She whispered, “You will make someone a lovely wife”

I was feeling desperate, I pushed until my arm felt as though it was on fire, and then she began to force my arm down.  I stared straight into her eyes, she was feminine, beautiful and she was far stronger than me.  I could barely resist at all and my hand was forced down under hers.  My arm lay trapped on the table, my hand a prisoner.  “Well, well well,”  She whispered almost seductively, “Are you a man Stevie”

“No”  I mutterd.

“Are you still my girl?”  She said and she queezed my hand with amazing force.

“Yes”  I said, almost crying out in pain.

“Have you any pocket money on you Sevie, you had better had”  I was 13 years old again, With my free hand I reached into my pocket and removed my wallet.  I timidly handed it over. 

She still held my hand a prisoner in hers, while she removed some money.

“Shall I tell you secret”  She said  “You are weaker now than I was  when I was 13, you will never forget tonight, you will never forget me and you will never be a man!”

She released my hand and I fled, but she was right on all counts.