Madison and I work quickly, stripping him of his clothes and replacing them with a frilly pink fairy costume with a yellow bonnet.

(Did you think we would leave him up there naked? Come on. We aren’t that sadistic.)

I bring out a large pitchfork and I hid behind the tree and lean against it.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

He slowly shakes his head.

“Don’t lie you sick excuse of a man,” Madison spits.

Hey Aiden. I heard you like to stalk girls at nightclubs. You know, get ‘em wasted, and maybe slip a roofie in a drink or two?”

His eyes bulge and his face goes pale.

“Yeah I know about it you bastard.”

I take the pitchfork and poke him threateningly with it while I speak. “I swear by God if I hear any more complaints about you…” I poke his in his crotch region and he lets out a muffled shriek, “this will seem like a walk in the park. Got it?”

He nods his head vigorously, tears streaming down his face.

I laugh, “What a wuss! I didn’t even poke you that hard!” when I stop laughing, I turn to Madison and ask, “Do you want a turn?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

She takes the pitchfork and brings it menacingly close to his eye. He thrashes, but to no avail. Madison settles for jabbing him in the stomach a few times. “Alright. I’m done,” she says, but changes her mind and takes one more stab at him. “That’s for talking about my cousin!”

I giggle and grab the two signs. The first one reads: “Real men wear pink… NOT!”. The other one, which will be worn on his back says “Boys enter here ” with an arrow pointing down to his bottom.

We quickly festoon him with the sign and take as many pictures as we can from every possible angle. Afterwards, we step back and admire our work.

“I say this mission was successful, no?”

“I agree. We should do this more often,” I joke.

This chapter is dedicated to Stix04 because that MD Boarding school story is fuh-reakin awesome!

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