..the hem of a dress.

When you look down, you see the tell-tale trim of a lacy dress framed around your knees, and beneath of that, open-toed heels. Your toes were painted, and as you glanced up towards your hands discovered that your fingers were painted, too. You didn't recall doing that, but...Cara might have. You were starting to remember the events of a few moments prior, though it was surely hours ago judging by the darkened park. The moon had just started to come out, shining over the rusted graveyard. You remembered a little bit more of what happened, though you hated to admit it.

On this carousel, you remembered hitting Jessie. A few times in the face, a kick to the gut, laughed when he doubled over and picked him up. He was just a scrawny nerd, a weedy little guy with blonde hair, freckles, and held no muscle of his own. His eyes were as bright as they were now, blue, and you remembered taunting him about his looks; how girly he kind of looked in juuust the right light. You'd told him you'd bet thirty bucks that, if he were to be tied here at night, in a dress, any old junky or even someone from the football team would totally ram a dick up his ass.

You remember the look on his face; pure fright. Even so, Jessie had gotten away that time. The second time, however, the second memory resurfaces, quick, bubbling to the surface as you struggle against the bonds securing you to this pole. It reminds you of a stripper pole. Sure, those were kinda rare around where you'd lived, but the few times you'd taken a peak at one, they were just like this. Metal, cold to the touch, hard. Even harder now that you were fighting against its immovable nature. Occasionally, the carousel would lurch forward with your movements, metal grating, scraping, clawing against metal, the sound of rust screeching into your ears. The wind was snarling, whipping, surfacing that last memory.

When you'd tied Jessie to this carousel, while the entire football team was watching. If you'd been a jock, you would've remembered -- the Letterman jackets were practically worth it all their own. After beating him up a few times, you'd gestured over a cheerleader, Heather you remember; her friend, Mary, followed. Both of them were dressed in their cheerleader's outfits and walked over, just as you'd picked Jessie up, dusted off his clothes and then pushed him over onto the carousel. He landed with a thud, the carousel shuttering with the movement as if a small rock had been heaved onto it. The girls followed.

The rest was a blur; from what you remember, they'd tarted him up. A little makeup, didn't really do his nails as you'd recalled, just his face and gave him a dress. Short, lacy..he protested all the time, but after giving his head a good kick or two, he'd shut up a little. When Heather and Mary were finished, they'd brought his hands around this pole, you'd wrapped rope around his hands and the footballers helped make sure the knots were good. All of them gave him a slap on his ass and left, except for you.

You stayed back, flashing the group a wide grin before leaning in and giving Jessie a good kiss on the mouth, then whispered, 'I bet you can't wait to have a little fun, Jessie! See you tomorrow.' and left. Now....now you were here.

In Jessie's place. Wearing a similar dress, though you were..more convincingly made up. There's a sudden snap of a twig, an odd sloshing sound as footsteps pound against the wet ground, coming your way. You turn to whirl around and face whoever it is, craning your neck around. Just before you do, you see a flash of blonde hair, long and curled and gasp a little; was that..your hair?

As if to answer, whoever it was that had arrived reached out with strong hands and grasped your hair tightly, making you shriek in surprise. It was a very girly shriek, paired with a whimper.

"You know, you're a whole lot more feminine than I was..." the voice intoned, evidently amused; he stepped onto the carousel, moved closer and leaned in, putting his chin on your shoulder.

"You remember this little spot, don't you?"

"P-please..." A tug! You let out another shriek.

"Funny! I remember saying the same thing, but hey, you didn't really listen, did you? So, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Now, let's get onto the business with you, Tom...though, looking at you now.."

You'd managed to catch a glimpse of who it was, though by now you had a real good idea of who it was. Jessie loomed in your vision, bright blue eyes glinting, flashing with mischief as his body inches closer.

"You look more like a Tara to me. Don't you think?"

"Jessie, look I-I know what I did was wron--" Another sharp tug! You wince and let out another whimper.

"Do you? Well, that's funny. I mean, it's not like you kept on after this little joke, right? It was just a prank. Leaving me out here, all alone, for a day..no one around to call for help, and with junkies and animals out looking for a meal..who knows what a scrawny little nerd could get up to? It could be fun!" With that, he pulled tighter and tighter, feeling like your hair was on fire, about to be ripped from its roots and chopped and thrown away; he eased up, eventually, but your scalp still felt the searing pain.

"I-I know, but Jessi-"

"Shhh. You're not gonna ruin this moment for me, Tara. You're getting to experience what I did the last time we were here. Well...minus the footballers and cheerleaders. You wanna know what happened? Huh? Do ya?" he asked, and slowly you started to nod.

"Well...it went a little like...this."