So owned

Alice walked into Henrys room and passed his nerd-ridden desk; cluttered with wires, a printer, a gaming pc and a few books and "figurines" (which she considered toys), as she headed straight for the back of his closet.

It didn't take her long to find exactly what she was looking for. She spotted an old sportbag specific to some team Henry was a part of years ago, right next to a garbage bag that was half filled with old clothes. This was exactly what she had hoped for.

She reached into the trash bag and found some old shirts. She took a few minutes to find just the right one. She had seen a photo of Henry earlier when she first went through his things. It was in his desk drawer near his notebooks, and it was a key part of her plan to humiliate him in front of his stepsister.

The picture was of Henry and what appeared to be his stepsister and a couple of friends, taken a few years ago when they were playing in sprinklers in someone's yard. Madison was wearing a short homemade tiedye t-shirt with her name colorfully painted in the corner, and Henry was standing nearby in an extremely small poorly tiedyed t-shirt which not only didn't have a name painted on it, but it was so haphazardly designed (and seemingly rushed) that it looked more like a generic t-shirt with faded yellow pee stains and maybe even a faint hint of brown around the lower hem and along the waist.

Though you could see the straps of a bikini poking out from the neckline of Madison's t-shirt, she looked otherwise naked and scantily clad. The water had made her shirt a bit sheer, and the smile on her face and the way her hair fell made her glow with appeal. Unfortunately the photograph's motionless spews of thin pillars of water also made it obvious that Henry had been getting soaked for some time before the camera shutter sealed this moment in a negative for all time. And in that second Henry was not so lucky as to have a store bought bathing suit on like his mature looking younger sibling. Instead he was wearing a tiny pair of tightly wighties, and they were near see-through at the moment the photo was taken. In fact, between the size of his briefs and the water's effect, Henry ultimately looked like a dorky little perv with a pee covered shirt and a TINY BONER as he stood nearby his clearly cute step-sister.

Alice could only assume Henry kept the picture to jerk off to. She chuckled knowing how she'd be using the photo to humiliate him.

Alice dug through the trash bag in the closet and found the old tiedye shirt that actually looked like a faded, too-small pee stained t-shirt to anyone unfamiliar with its origins. Alice knew that Madison would either recognize it from their youth and think Henry still wears it- which would make her think he just never grew up. Or, Madison would NOT recognize it and would instead think it's something Henry just wears on the regular- which would make him seem like an immature dork. Alice will win either way, and Henry will just be so owned by his sister. But that's just the start of her plan, a mere drop in the bucket for what she has in store for his ultimate humiliation.

Alice then retrieved the tiniest, stupidest looking briefs from the trash bag before making a move to rifle through the sportbag. Alice felt soooo lucky, as she found a single solitary pair of old dirty gym socks in the sportbag. Typical boy, she thought to herself as she gathered the four items and walked to the desk.

As she sat at the desk she dropped the nasty pieces of clothing on the floor and opened a few windows on Henry's computer. It was obvious that the few short minutes Alice had given herself to formulate a plan were well served, as she seemed to click away and move from one part of her devious agenda to the next, without needing a moment to hesitate or reassess. As she thought back to all those CFNM stories she had read, the butterflies in her tummy flew around with blazen wings as she realized SHE was now the one writing the humilation...and she was going to destroy him!!

After selecting a few key pictures in his photos album, she hit the print button and immediately turned away from the screen. As the little mechanical drivers in the Laserjet box beside her began whirring, she reached for the small pile of books sitting in a neat stack next the monitor. There was one book in particular that she recognized from its spine as soon as she had opened her eyes earlier. She had seen this type of book once or twice in the convenience store near her house when she was a kid. It was a pretty generic book, and she had come across variations of it a million times in general stores before, and she even wanted one of her own back when she was little. Though she never did get one, she would always easily recognize the type of book when she saw it. Small, faux fancy hardcover (cheap cardboard) with a metallic hinged clasp covering the mouth of the book, clamped over the pages with a keyhole on one side.

Yes, Alice knew these tacky books well. Her friends used to have them. They were diaries whose cheap "keyhole" entry was easily circumvented with just the tiniest bit of applied force. In fact, though Alice had encountered more than a handful of these books in her life, it was only ever the ones at the store whose "security protected keyhole" seemed to work. Every diary like this that her girlfriends ever had were broken everytime she or they pulled them out.

Alice lifted the diary from the pile and, sure enough, the small tin keyhole clasp fell into a natural swing, opening the second she held it up.

This was going to be too easy.

Alice opened Henry's diary to the first couple of pages (caring not at all to read what was written) as she reached for the three items now sitting on the printer.

The first item she retrieved was a fairly old photo of Madison in a sundress and Henry in a little suit, probably the two of them at a holiday event. Alice folded the paper so Henry's entire side of the photo was flipped and bent around the back, unseen behind what was clearly a pretty picture of Madison that somebody wanted to focus on. Alice then crumbled the photo as if to give it age, then flattened it out and slipped it between the first few pages of the diary.

Alice then grabbed the second printed item, which was also a photo. However, this picture was taken more resently than the last, and instead of Henry in the photo, it was Madison and a few of her friends. They all appear barefoot in a living room with their feet up on the coffee table. It was obvious that, before hitting print, Alice had tweeked and focused the image on the girls' feet, now looking as if the picture had been warped and zoomed, changing the image into something of a fisheye. Alice then grabbed a multicolored pen from Henry's desk and clicked her selection of red ink, before drawing a big thin heart in the bottom of the picture, right around Madison bare feet. Alice smirked to herself as she slipped the oversized paper photo into the middle of the diary, making sure to leave the edges of the paper sticking out, like she had done with the first photo.

Alice then took the last photo from the printer and looked how it came out. The photoshoped image she had made was perfect. The original image was of Madison standing in a summer outfit of short shorts and tanktop next to a guy her age (clearly a year or two younger than Henry), who was standing tall with a cool looking smirk and his arm around Madison. Even though the boy in the photo could be seen wearing a standard t-shirt and plain blue shorts, the obvious photoshop edit made it look like someone tried (poorly) to remove the guys shorts and then cropped in a photo from the internet of a giant penis, dangling between the guys legs. Despite being fake, the picture was unusually complimentary of the guy in the photo, while at the same time obviously looking doctored by some perv for some reason. Alice then took the multicolored pen and selected a dark blue ink, before writing on the picture under the guy with the words "My Hero", along with an arrow pointing at him. She then slipped that photo between the pages towards then end of the book before closing it and placing the pen on top.

Without missing a beat Alice grabbed the clothes and book and rushed out of the room, still completely naked as Henry's tiny dick flopped around barely against her leg. As she walked through the hallway she purposefully dropped one of Henry's nasty socks on the floor, followed a few steps later by dropping the other one before she turned heading into the bathroom.

Alice tossed the shirt on the floor near the sink and the diary on the counter before turning on the hot water slightly. She held Henry's tiny underoos under the gentle cascade of warmth, careful to catch the thin stream in just the right places so as to appear as though little Hemry had an accident. After a few seconds of painting Henry's briefs with a very clear image, she turned off the water and swung the briefs towards the toilet, purposefully splashing any excess water drops around the room in a mini storm of damp liquid.

By the time she was done, Henry's bathroom looked like it belonged to an immature young man who couldn't pee properly, and his underoos looked like they belonged to an even younger boy who wished he could be an immature young man.

She left the bathroom as is before grabbing his underwear and t shirt and heading back through the hallway. As she passed the front door to the small apartment, she tossed the shirt on the floor, right in a space where she was sure anyone coming in would see it first thing. She then walked into the kitchen, where there was a backdoor leading to a little patio deck. The second floor deck was small, with only enough space for one or two people to step outside to have a quick cigarette or get a bit of fresh air.

Alice placed the nasty "pee stained" underwear on the floor near the trash, but not in it, before heading back to the bathroom to retrieve the diary. Upon her return to the kitchen she walked right over to the drawer near the back door and opened it. There she found exactly what she wanted.

Since Alice had first entered Henry's body there were a few things she inherently knew. She didn't know why she knew these things, but she had this knowledge in her mind nonetheless. She knew where the light switches in his home were, she knew how old the milk in his fridge was, and she knew in which pair of jeans his wallet could be found. She didn't know everything about Henry, but it appeared she knew some basic foundational things about Henry's life; like where he kept the key for the backporch door.

After she removed the key for the porch door from the kitchen drawer, she turned and walked to the far end of the room. She then placed the key in a somewhat obvious spot on the counter, and purposefully placed Henry's diary nearby in such a way that made it look like he accidentally placed it IN site.

Henry's humiliation was almost imminent, she could taste it. One last thing to seal his fate before there'd be no turning back. She picked up the pen and selected black ink, then opened to the first blank page near the back of the diary and began writing something so meticulous, so diabolical it would absolutely ruin him in Madison eyes. Alice could already tell from their brief text message exchange that these two had a friendly sibling rivalry- forever trying to one-up eachother. Alice was now going to destroy Henry's chances of ever one upping Madison again, while at the same time upping Madison so hard he'll never again even be close to her level, in her eyes.

As she smiled over her writings, Alice tossed the pen across the room, closed the diary, pushed it back to its perfect "oops you found me" perch, and headed for the back door.

There was just window glass in most of the upper portion of the back door, which was ideal for what Alice had planned. After she confirmed the doorknob was locked, Alice stepped outside in the sun completely naked. The warm temperature couldn't have been better. Despite not having a stitch of clothing, there wasn't even the slightest bit of chill in the air. Perfect, Alice thought. There will be absolutely no excuse, not even an unspoken compassionate one that Madison will be able to come up with for why Henry's dick is so incredibly tiny.

Just before she closed the door and sealed Henry outside, Alice quickly ran back into the kitchen towards the freezer. She swiftly opened it and grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the tray before rushing back outside and closing the locked door behind her.

Alice thoroughly smushed the small freezing blocks of ice into Henry's dick and balls. She could feel them already start to retract and shrink in reaction, but she held firm, allowing no escape for his tiny dick other than retreat. This was excruciating, but she kept smiling, knowing Henry was going to be sooooo owned.

Slam

Alice heard the front door close, followed by the cutest little mean-girl teasing voice.

"Hey puke-brain, why aren't you waiting for me with a red carpet?"

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