My Cousin and Her Friends (2F/4F)

[AlexUSA3]

This is a sequel to Blue Secretariat, but it is written so that you can read this one without having read the other.

Jenny & Kendra 2: My Cousin and Her Friends
Monday, May 16, 2016

“Gmmmmmmm!” I groaned into the socks which I’d given Kendra before.
“Now, now, Jenny, there’ll be plenty where this came from,” she playfully spanked me.
“Gmmmmmm!” I struggled while slung across her shoulder.
“Don't worry, some of my big bad prison friends will be here soon!” she teased me now.
“Mmmm… mmmmmmmm!” the socks filled my mouth very well, fortunately for me.
“What's that, Jenny? Socks got your tongue?” Kenny used the same taunt I’d used on her.

Like I had ziptied Kendra before, she had jumped me when I was closing the garage door after lunch together and ziptied my wrists, ankles, and elbows, but she hadn't gone further, so she had a plan to likely use something else. Just like I had used black electrical tape on her to hold her own sweaty socks in her mouth, she now used the electrical tape to hold her socks, the ones that I had given her after I had released her from our earlier game, in my mouth. Yummy yummy!

How did she make toe cheese in just 70 minutes from when she put them on to when she jumped me in the garage before? It was 10 minutes to 1, and I was a damsel-in-distress instead of the common Gangsta Princess. I was a Gangsta-in-Distress, captured by the Gangsta Jewel. Layers of electrical tape told me that Kendra intended for this to be a long-term gag, possibly escalating to more layered and intense sensations depending on which friends joined the party.

I looked back at her while she carried me into the house, and she liked spanking me as much as I liked spanking her. She knew how to deliver sharper spanks, though, and she was like a mother in how she controlled everything when she was with me. Alas, all I could do for now was suck on the cheesy pink socks that filled my mouth. Ah, outfits, yes, outfits. In case you missed Part 1 of this delightful story. Yes, I will get to that next because Kendra was wearing my clothes!

I was wearing a camouflage kerchief bandana and matching old camouflage bandana wristbands, bandanas I used to wear and then only used for TUG toys and, in that case, as a form of padding against the metal from when I was working on my car. I also had a camouflage sports bra—boy was it hot that day—black gym shorts, camouflage knee socks, and black canvas sneakers.

Kendra also had black canvas sneakers, but she had pink crew socks (which were in my mouth), pink gym shorts, a black tank top, and a pink bandana headband. We both had our blonde hair in a braid. She was the brown-eyed Kristensen Gangsta, and I was the blue-eyed one. We both had streaks of brown in our hair, but we were quite Danish and blonde! You know what? I’m going to switch to first person narration for this one since it will be easier!

“So, cousin, are you enjoying my yummy, salty toe cheese?” she asks knowing I can't answer.
“Mmm mmm mmmmm!” I howl at her, but she gives me another spank on the butt, “Wheeeee!”
“Are we in opposite world?” she makes a rare admission, “We like dirty sock gags too much.”
“Ah hon’h hhoh!” I finally put effort to say something at least resembling spoken English.
“I know you're anxious. My friends will be here soon. No fretting!” she pokes me in the ribs.
“Gmm hmmmm!” I instantly laugh from the poke in such a sensitive, ticklish region.
“Jeg elsker dig,” she laughs with me, but her laugh is one of affection. How I love her!

And once the doorbell rings, affectionate Kendra the Gangsta Jewel, a beautiful precious stone, is replaced by the brash, snarky Kendra the Gangsta Jewel, a diamond in the rough. She leaves me on the sofa to struggle in my rather minimal binding to go answer the door, and I instantly hop to the kitchen to get the scissors to cut myself out of this. Oh, the memories we've made over time!

Hop, hop, hop, the Gangsta Princess is on the move! Oh, look, it's a lovable quartet at the door, with Misses Hannah Jones, Xandra Watkins, Michela Palmeri, and Mary-Ann Voisin out there, a set of girls with varying senses of style. On top of this, my best friend, who has her own bed in my bedroom, should be coming home any minute! What a party we're having! Hop, hop, hop, the rope bunny is trying to escape. She's in the kitchen, and she's approaching the drawer. Hop, hop, hop! She's almost there.

“I think your captive is trying to escape!” Mary-Ann giggles at her betrayal of my activities.
“Oh, is she?” Kendra turns and sees me in the kitchen, my pupils wide as dinner plates.
“Noooooooooooo!” I playfully wail in despair at this betrayal and when Kendra charges at me.
“Bad Gangsta Princess!” she reprimands me and gives me a spank on each butt cheek, “Bad!”
“I think she should be tied up in something she wouldn't dare chop off,” Hannah then suggests.
“Gmmmmm!” I howl at them, but all I do is give myself a hearty helping of yummy toe cheese!

I am slung over Michela’s shoulder, and I kick my legs in and out, unable to stop her! With these four who each have a story of their own, where do I start? Backstories later and outfits now, OK. I got it. Michela is far from the tallest Cool Girl, but the femininity of this girl knows no bounds. I smell a summer flower hair spray that's helping hold her natural shoulder-length brown curls on a humid late spring day. Her knee skirt is black and flowy with summer flowers on it, and she is wearing thick black knee socks and pumps that are the same yellow as the flowers. A green tank top and a black bandana headband give her a sense of balance. I feel her strong muscles while I am transported by the hockey player and dropped on the sofa. Such a small but bright smile she has on her face. She has said nothing. but I have felt the love in her body.

I look at Mary-Ann and growl for her betrayal of my quest. Is she a Cool Girl, one of Kendra’s bondage modeling friends, or an edge queen? Her hair is wild, brown, curly, and long, and those brown eyes betray her entire life, a once sad, tragic life that is now carefree and happy. A pretty green crop top tank top, a green kerchief bandana, and green three-quarter leggings are one thing, but a black leather miniskirt, black crew socks, and black combat boots turn her into something a Cool Girl can't help but admire at being so edgy yet so Cool Girl and so not her personality. She has a chain with tons of dogtags and saint medals for a varying fun mix of edge and piety. She'll never be a girl with piercings, tattoos, or the like. Just this little taste, because she likes it.

“Mmmmmm!” I complain when Kendra begins replacing zipties with rope one by one.
“That's her thanking me for those cheesy socks in her mouth,” Kendra erroneously translates.
“Oh, well now,” that adorable Hannah speaks with a southern accent, “She is enjoying them!”
“Nuh uh!” I shake my head despite my eyes, “Oh, yes, I am enjoying them very, very much!”
“Don't worry, Jenny,” Kendra wrapped a rope around my elbows to replace the cut ziptie.
“Gmmm mmmm mmmmmmm!” I never go down without a fight, and I like to fight back!
“Oh, stop it,” Alexandra takes a turn on me now, “I’d be happy to be in your position!”

Kendra uses rope to replace the ziptie on my wrists while I look at her friends. Miss Alexandra Watkins is different in that friendship circle; she's one of my beloved Gangsta Jewel’s friends yet did not go to prison. She has such long beautiful blonde hair, friendly blue eyes, a round face, a heart of gold, and a sharp tongue. Denim shorts, brown leather sandals, and a mauve t-shirt are a standard style for the congenial young lady. I look at her while grimacing at Kenny’s toe cheese.

Last but not least, Hannah Jones, the half-Portuguese girl with the long brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, and Mediterranean complexion. She is a fashionable young lady with her pastel pink knee skirt, brown pantyhose, pink canvas sneakers, a brown fashionable tank top, and a matching pink bandana headband. She has a way about mischief that makes her delightful and a genuine desire to be a better person, both personally and spiritually. Except for Xandra, all of us are extremely religious and practice with a genuine spirit even if we were human and frequently fail.

Kendra gives me everything with my own beloved pink rope. She's tied my elbows and wrists in the pink material, and now a harness and a waist/crotch rope have followed. She's good at tying me up, and she knows I like it tight. She loves me! Oh, how I love the sensation of ropes lining my legs. Ankles, knees, lower thighs, and upper thighs are bound. It's rope bunny heaven!

“Well, well, well,” Michela clasps her arms behind her back and sighs, “May I be next?”
“Mmm hmmm!” I look at her and nod in hopes of others approving, but I want to see Xandra and Mary-Ann tied up alongside me as well, “Gmmmm hmmm mmmmm?!”
“Isn't Jenny so sweet?” Kendra squeezes my cheek, “Yes, Michela, you can be next. Mary?”
“Oh, with pleasure, my dear,” the edgy young lady smiles, “It'll be a pleasure.”
“A pleasure? That's all? C’mon,” Michela turns and swishes her skirt, “It better be good. Tough and humiliating. Tight. Maybe involve some dirty socks. Get it?” she smiles with her eyes.
“Tight, tough, and humiliating,” Mary-Ann promises our friend, “I promise. Sit on the couch.”
“I think Jenny's enjoying herself,” Xandra cheekily observes my happiness, “She's glowing.”

Michela is the traumatized one. Her father hurt her so badly and had her so scared that her crime was using a firearm for self-defense to save herself and her family. Poor thing! I feel so bad for the lovable, big Italian hockey star. She's like 8 inches taller than my lowly 5’1”, but I’m a giant compared to the generous 5’0” of Kendra. For Michela, being tied by friends helps her reclaim a sense of self lost when her father used to tie her up and hurt her. It's with a sigh she positions her body so that Kendra and I can see her face while no one else can. A tiny wry smile is forming on her lip while my own rough brown rope is used to tie her up like she desires.

Then a full grin appears on the hockey player's face while the Queen of Edge Mary-Ann wraps a rope around her arms to create a boxtie behind her back. Boxties are her favorites, and she loves this one already. Normally a boxtie has one rope—this one sees her arms tied in three places, the middle like normal and to affix each wrist to the crook of the opposite arm’s adjacent elbow. It's a long-term captivity for this beautiful soul that has suffered so much and blossomed beautifully like the flowers that scent her perfume and—pardon me while I sniff—her shampoo.

Hey! Kenny! No! Don't take my socks like that! No, no, no! Don't do that! Oh, she is playing the part of the naughty girl today, and now with her beloved Mary-Ann here is sliding into one of her favorite roles, that of the playfully sinister assistant. While Mary-Ann tied a harness to bind Michela, Kendra stands on a chair and jams one of my socks in Michela’s mouth and cleave gags her with the other. Oof! Imagine how they must taste? I went to the gym this morning, had that entire adventure working on my car, and went to lunch. Oh, I bet they're absolutely scrumptious!

Kendra similarly removes Michela’s pumps and socks and puts the pumps back on her feet, grabs a rope, and ties Michela’s ankles together with the rope also going into the heels of the pumps. It is such an ascetic experience with some of the Bondagettes, yet they play like Cool Girls, too. A smile is visible on Hannah’s and Xandra’s faces while they watch Mary-Ann tie a crotch rope to help further restrain Michela. Hannah is so stodgy that she doesn't allow crotch ropes to be tied on her and won't tie them on other people, but she tolerates this without even a little judgment. I watch Kendra take another rope and tie Michela's legs at the knees. Go, Gangsta Jewel; go!

“Xandra, take over here,” Kendra then takes over the situation, “Hannah, assist me with Mary.”
“Wait?!” Mary-Ann the Edge Queen giggles when Hannah grabs her and pulls her arms together behind her back, “What? No! Oh, Kendra! Ha ha!”
“That's it,” Kendra stuffs one of Michela's black knee socks in her mouth, “Shut up, Mary!”
“This will be good,” out of Mary-Ann’s bag, Hannah grabs red electrical tape, “Nice and tight!”
“Gmmmm mmmmm!” the new captive groans, but Kendra uses blue electrical tape to seal it in.
“That's my bestie,” Kendra wraps the 2 inch tape 7 times around Mary-Ann’s head and snaps it.
“GMMMMMMMM!” the edgy French girl’s elbows are taped together behind her back.
“Calm down, love. Bless her resistant heart,” Hannah laughs and takes Mary-Ann’s wrists, too.

Michela can't fight back on any front. Alexandra ties her legs together at the upper, middle, and lower thighs, knees, and shins. She's truly helpless and unable to do anything to defend herself, but that's exactly the way she wants it to be. She playfully clacks her heels on the wood floors as a little audible test that also entertains all observers. The joy for her is mostly in the dramatic use of sound to emphasize her helplessness. These are in her gag talk and her struggles. I hope she’s enjoying my camouflage knee socks. Is the sock tasty? Do you like the knee sock cleave gag?

Mary-Ann doesn't just get Michela's one black knee sock in her mouth. No. The other sock gets tied over her nose as an OTN gag by Kendra. Kendra loves all foot elements, and it shows even in moments of domination. Mary-Ann gets to keep her footgear in place; Kendra wraps yellow electrical tape around Mary-Ann’s ankles and her boots too. Hannah wraps the red tape on either side of Mary-Ann’s boobs and at her waist, pinning her arms. Kenny tapes her best friend's shins and knees first and then her upper and lower thighs second. Mary-Ann was stuck!

“Mmmmmmm!” I groan in Kendra’s cheesy pink socks, the socks I’d loaned her before.
“Awwwww, poor baby,” Kendra is so good at sarcastic domination and pets my head.
“Gmmm mmm mmmm!” Mary-Ann doesn’t sound much better with Michela’s black knee sock.
“Guh huh uhhhhh!” Michela’s playfully resisting my camouflage knee socks.
“They sound perfect like this, don’t they?” Xandra asks in a thoughtful manner.
“Jenny and Mary couldn’t sound better!” that cheeky Gangsta Jewel has been unleashed now!
“Yeah, but you put Mary-Ann’s socks are where we can’t use them,” Hannah sits down to cut at the tape wrapping Mary-Ann’s boots, “And I know where I am putting them!”
“Gmmmmmm!” sweet Mary-Ann watches her boots and socks come off, and Xandra uses bright orange narrow electrical tape to wrap the French girl’s big toes together for a perfect touch.
“Are we having fun yet?” Hannah laughs before stuffing Mary-Ann’s socks in her own mouth!
“Ladies, meet Miss Hannah Jones!” Xandra acts like a game show hostess and presents Hannah.

Hannah, the Gangsta Belle—I just made that up myself—has outdone herself here with her own penchant for foot-related elements in TUGs. She’s like Kendra, or just a little more extreme than I, when it comes to feet, socks, and shoes. That move, however, is straight out of Kendra’s—and only Kendra’s—playbook. What a cutie this tall—is 5’6” really that tall?—Gangsta Belle is!

Then she does it just like I would. She bashfully turns around with her wrists crossed behind her back in submission—totally ruining Xandra’s own attempted subversion—to end up bound and gagged instead. Xandra stands there pouting as if Hannah stole the last slice of scrumptious cake instead of Mary-Ann’s socks. There is a hilarious silent stand-off while Michela, Mary-Ann, and I sit there struggling in our respective prisons: mine and Michela’s rope and Mary-Ann’s tape. It is positively charming to see Xandra almost refusing to tie up Hannah before changing her mind with ideas of revenge obvious in the blonde’s eyes.

Xandra uses bright green 2 inch electrical tape to hold Mary-Ann’s socks in Hannah’s mouth and wraps it at least 7 times. Black electrical tape binds her crossed wrists behind her back, a secure “+” of tape securing the “X” made by her wrists. Hannah loves tape as much or more than dirty socks, so she is a happily mewing girl. Standard bright neon green tape wraps above and below her boobs, and blue tape wraps her waist. Her arms are pinned to her torso. Because of the hose Hannah is wearing, Kendra uses clothesline to tie Hannah’s legs at her ankles, shins, knees, and upper and lower thighs.

“GMMPH!” Hannah struggles and rolls her eyes at the flavors in her mouth.
“Mary!” Kendra cackles, “Your toes festered into a Hannah approved toe cheese!”
“Gmmmmmm!” Mary-Ann shakes her head and growls at her best friend in a playful manner.
“Kendra, truce?” Xandra turns around to ask before she gets jumped and overpowered.
“Yeah, Alexandra, truce. This is already enough with these four tied up!” Kendra looks around.
“This is a perfect sight,” Alexandra smiles, “We’re all having a good time! I love this!”

Kendra looks around the room and spies Hannah’s sneakers. In a blink, Hannah and I are both shoeless (I was already shoeless) with tough white butcher’s twine binding our big toes with the strong material. I don’t know about you, but—for me—happiness is inversely proportional to my odds of escape. There are ways to have fun—and then there’s Kendra and Alexandra. Then I find myself with one of Hannah’s sneakers up against my face, starting the real fun. This part is so wild I’m going to write it in paragraph form because otherwise it would be overwhelming.

“SMELL IT!” Kendra cheekily commands me to sniff Hannah’s foot gas. “Nooooo!” I yell back at her and try to squirm away, but she comes back for more. “Jenny Danielle Kristensen, I order you to inhale this scrumptious toe gas!” She then grabs me by the braid—a painful move but one I always welcome—and holds the sneaker over my nose before wrapping five layers of electrical tape to hold it over my nose. Kenny, how you just love giving and receiving foot-related torture! Mmmmmmm… sucking on Kendra’s toe cheese and sniffing Hannah’s foot gas. Yummy!

Then Xandra brings Michela into the party. Michela’s lesbian in large part thanks to her trauma, and Xandra knows how to exploit that in a playful manner because she and Michela are so close to one another. Michela, the super Catholic girl, and Xandra, the foul-mouthed heathen, make an adorably platonic couple. The best part about the friendships is that Alexandra—aside from her unusually absent profanity—never pushes any of us to violate our beliefs. She’s sweet.

“You b-tch!” Xandra snaps at Michela right on cue; the profanity has arrived, “You’re going to smell that shoe and like it!” the blonde commands and spanks Michela’s butt with my sneaker!
“Nuh uh! Huhmuhn hell ee!” the big Italian is so adorable with her gag talk. I love her!
“Roll over! You’re being a f-cking aggravation,” Xandra despairs and whacks Michela again.
“NUH UH!” Michela’s enjoying my toe cheese and looking forward to my foot gas; I see it!
“I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget,” Xandra says in a sweet voice that says one hard truth—all is fair in love and war—and boy does she love her friends—then she adds, “I’m gonna tape you to hell, my sweet, fashionable, bandana-wearing, bruising hockey starlet.”

And then she grabs the neon orange electrical tape—because Hannah has electrical tape in every size and color—and wraps it around and around and around and around and around and around and around Michela’s mouth. She wraps it as tightly as she can, totally crushing Michela’s face in the most delightful fashion, but she doesn’t stop there! She puts my sneaker over Michela’s nose and wraps it around and around and around and around and around and around to hold the sneaker in place, ensuring that Michela’s every breath goes is tinged with my foot gas. All really is fair in love and war, and few can declare a war of love like Xandra and Kendra can.

Mary-Ann and Hannah look at each other with very different expressions under which different meanings are being conveyed. Mary-Ann, the extraordinary actress, has absolute horror written on her face, as if this is some absurd nightmare come alive, but in reality she loves everything the captors have wrought on us all. She loves me, Xandra, Hannah, and Michela, but Kendra is in an unique class as Mary-Ann’s best friend. Hannah isn’t hiding her pleasure, and she is desperately desiring to get a whiff of my toe gas. It only makes sense—Kendra takes Mary-Ann, and Xandra takes the Gangsta Belle. Oh, come on! You know it’s a matter of time!

“Oh, MarrrrrrrrrrrrYYYYYYYYY!” Kendra takes Hannah’s other sneaker, “I have a present just for you!” and sits down next to the lovable wild haired Mistress of Edge, pulling Michela’s black knee sock over her eyes for a blindfold and reties the knot to be more secure, “Just. For. You.”
“Hmmmphhh!” Mary-Ann tries to act as pitiful and sad as she possibly can, “Nmmm mmmm!”
“Mary-Ann Elizabeth Voisin,” Kendra says and uses the sneaker to poke Mary-Ann dead center in the chest and turns on the baby talk, “Wike I don’t wuv you.”
“Mmmmm!” the captive shakes her head, shaking her curls as well, and inches backwards.
“I COMMAND YOU,” my cousin is so calm, strong, and firm, especially when shoving Gangsta Belle’s sneaker over Mary-Ann’s nose and wrapping 6 layers of white electrical tape to hold it.
“MMMMMM!” is all Mary-Ann says, now having a Hannah Jones foot gas air filter on her nose and having lost her ability to use her eyes to earn sympathy, something at which she’s a total pro.

Hannah, the girl who stuffed Mary-Ann’s socks in her own mouth, looks up at Xandra, hoping to get my other shoe taped over her own nose. Alas, Xandra has custody of this one’s scented form of punishment, which means that either (1) Hannah gets the shoe or (2) Kendra can strut over so she can put Hannah on the sofa, sit on Hannah’s stomach, and force Hannah to sniff feet straight from the source of the same flavors that are beautifully and delightfully assaulting my tongue at the moment. You guessed right: (2) wins because my home is like my cousin’s second home!

Kendra is most certainly giggling while she does that to Hannah, and Hannah loves it even if she was craving something quite different from this. Xandra then turns her attention to Michela and me. What does she do to us? Why she goes all out on us of course! There’s this wooden support post in the living room, and Xandra makes Michela sit against it and ties a second breast harness and a second waist and crotch rope—all using the same brown rope that already binds Michela—to secure Michela to the pole!

Next, Alexandra sits me on Michela’s lap and ties a brilliantly networked harness that wraps me to the post and to Michela, including cinching the rope in between and making one pass of rope come around the pole, go through both of our right armpits, go around Michela’s neck, and go through both of our left armpits. I get a second waist and crotch rope, but then we share a third crotch rope that passes through each of our crotches. It’s perfectly proportioned so my knees are in line with Michela’s; she ties my legs to Michela’s on either side of the knees and then ties my ankles to Michela’s lower legs, about 2 inches above the hockey star’s ankles. Michela’s black rope does the job of connecting us together like this, and it’s so awesome!

Ah, there we go. Kendra has finally upped the ante on the other two to other-worldly heights the two captives never could have conceived. Not even in Hannah’s wildest foot fantasies could this exist. Hannah is seated on the floor, and Mary-Ann’s color theory lesson continues. Mary’s feet are flat against Hannah’s face and together as much as possible with Hannah’s nose between the feet. Hannah is blindfolded with a yellow bandana, and Mary’s—I’m calling her Mary since my beloved cousin calls her that!—feet are taped in place with purple electrical tape. Yes, Mary now is sitting on Hannah with her legs folded so the big French girl’s waist can be taped to Hannah’s waist with black tape. Bright blue tape secures Mary’s trunk to Hannah’s legs, wrapping above and below her boobs. It’s absolutely brilliant and colorful like all of Mary’s binding!

“Hmmmmmmm!” Hannah is strangely quiet while struggling… just the way she wants it.
“Geh ee ou uh hith!” Mary begs while blindly struggling but enjoying every moment of it.
“There, there, Mary, it’s all because I love Hannah, too,” Kendra loves dominating her friends.
“Unhie ee oo hilly hoothe!” the French girl must surely be suffering from Michela’s toe cheese and Hannah’s foot gas. How perfect! Hannah sniffs Mary’s feet; Mary sniffs Hannah’s foot gas!
“Like I’m gonna let my best friend go so easily?” my cousin’s tone is dripping with sarcasm.
“Gmmm mmm mmmmm!” Hannah has been reduced to unintelligible nothingness.
“You deserve it for so greedily stealing Mary’s socks and stuffing them in your own mouth!”

Then the double-teaming begins. Kendra sits on my shins; Xandra goes behind the post. Xandra takes Michela’s ribs; Kendra takes my belly and ribs. Yes, it’s tickling time. Beautiful tickling is on the table, and Michela and I are the ones suffering from it! Tickling equals perfect overdoses of toe cheese leaching from the socks in our mouths and heightened foot gas from the shoes over our respective noses. It’s perfection, and Kendra even reaches back to tickle my exposed soles.

Can anything beat tickling? Maybe the taunts Kendra dishes—of course she chose to tickle her cousin!—make it even better! It’s such a perfect blend, and few can notice the joy in the eyes of my precious Gangsta Jewel. Yes, I’m the CGC’s Gangsta Princess, but she is my Jewel. To keep things fair, at the moment only Xandra and I can see Kendra’s eyes because I’m kind of blocking Michela from seeing her. I can feel the love in Kendra’s fingers and the happiness in Michela’s struggle. This is the kind of moment that a person remembers for the rest of their life, especially the smell of the Gangsta Belle’s sneaker over my nose because the pantyhose make her sweaty!

“Nooooo hay it hoh!” I beg for the tickling to end while wishing it’s continuation.
“Ha ha haaaaaaa!” Michela laughs like she’s ready to explode from happiness.
“Oh, like we’re going to take anything easy on any of you?!” Xandra asks us in a taunting tone.
“Hell uth! Han aneeuhn unhie uth?!” my Italian cushion cries out between tickles.
“Hellllll!” Mary is trying so hard to escape, but she can’t, “Humhuhhy hell ee!”
“Mmmmmmmm!” Hannah more plaintively struggles against her bizarre situation.

This is true delight. This is friendship, sisterhood, and love. I’ll never forget being nicknamed “Gangsta Princess” by a friend who isn’t present, and now we have so many girls with their own appropriate nicknames—Hannah the “Gangsta Belle” and Kendra the “Gangsta Jewel”—who are a source of joy in their unique ways. And, now, it’s time for something beautiful to happen.

“Xandra, why aren’t you a Cool Girl?” Kendra suddenly asks Xandra while they tickle us.
“Because,” Xandra blushes as she speaks, “I’m not religious and don’t like wearing bandanas.”
“Oh, goodness, honey, really? You’re letting a stupid thing like not liking bandanas separate you from friends who vow to love each other unconditionally? Religion isn’t required for that.”
“I’m not that,” our non-CGC friend retreats, “I’m agnostic and not a gangsta but I love TUGs…”
“See?! You’re a walking role model of what the Cool Girls’ Club stands for—unconditional love and friendship as so wonderfully expressed in TUGs. I’m not a TUG lover, but I love the people and want to grow closer to them. By becoming a Cool Girl, you’re saying you love us like your own flesh and blood and will never fail to support us. C’mon, Xandra. You already do all that. You played the TUG Court game; you come to group activities; all you need is the formality.”
“Mmmmm hmmmmm!” I nod my head in agreement as the current CGC President.
“All right, all right,” Xandra relents with a smile, “I’m ready for today to be my Cool Girl Day.”
“Then with the approval of President Jenny, I officially welcome you into our circle of friends!”

I was President, and Michela and Kendra were Xandra’s sponsors. It didn’t involve one of our usual TUG-themed challenges. What a happy way to end this story! Xandra and Kendra hugged before Xandra kissed me and Michela. And then the tickling resumed!

THE END