TOMBOYS TAKE OVER
By Jim Lake
Two little girls beat their older, male cousins at every sport.


(These characters are based on stories by Mona)

Terrilynn had been proud that Lindsey, her 8-year-old daughter, had put up
such a good fight in the arm wrestling match against James. Despite being six
years older and more than 50 pounds heavier, it had taken him nearly three
minutes to pin her arm to the table.

But Lindsey was angry. She considered it insulting to lose to a boy. She had
beaten James' two brothers, 11-year-old Mark and 13-year-old Trevor, in boxing
and arm wrestling and saw no reason why she shouldn't defeat Greg too.

Incensed by her defeat, she instantly challenged him to a boxing match.

Terrilynn's sister-in-law, Pam, and her three boys had come to visit for a
week's vacation in the summer, both wanting their kids to get to know their
cousins.

They arrived Friday night and Lindsey and her sister, Ainsley, 9, asked the
boys if they wanted to box in the basement. Lindsey knocked out Mark with one
punch and then knocked out Trevor in about two minutes. Ainsley needed two
rounds to defeat James, but had beaten him badly.

When James, more graciously accepting the defeat Saturday morning at
breakfast, complimented the girls on the their victories against "stronger"
boys, the girls immediately protested and challenged the boys to arm
wrestling. Ainsley beat all three boys and Lindsey two out of three.

Now Lindsey wanted revenge for losing the arm wrestling match.

Terrilynn, acting as referee, was struck by the difference in their sizes as
the girl and boy tapped gloves in the center of the ring. Lindsey stood a mere
4-6 and weighed 66 pounds compared to James' 5-5 and 127 pounds. Lindsey
proved a tough target to hit, not only being so much smaller than James but
also quicker. She moved constantly, bouncing back and forth on her bare feet
while James swung and missed time after time. Lindsey jabbed away at James'
face and arms, but her blows did little damage.

The match looked even until halfway through the first round when Lindsey
caught James lunging forward and buried her right hand deep into James'
stomach. He gasped for air. Lindsey followed up her advantage with more jabs
to the face. When James lifted his hands to protect his face, she pounded away
at his midsection. Now Lindsey was throwing all the punches, with James trying
to protect himself. When he did cover up, she pounded away at his tiring arms.

The timer bell sounded to end the first round and James shuffled back to his
corner. Terrilynn pulled up the stool for him to sit and the pail of cold
water, sponging his face that was covered with welts. He was exhausted.
Lindsey didn't even bother to sit down in the other corner, looking as fresh
as she did at the start of the right.

Mark and Trevor, not wanting to see their older brother humiliated again the
way he had been the night before by Ainsley, went outside in the backyard.
Ainsley followed.

"Would you guys like to try wrestling?" she asked.

"You already beat us in boxing and arm wrestling," said Mark. "How are either
of us supposed to have a chance against you in wrestling?"

"What if I wrestle both of you at the same time," suggested Ainsley. "And you
guys can start on top."

Trevor smiled at the idea and encouraged Mark to try. Surely a 13- and
11-year-old boy could beat a 9-year-old girl, two against one.

Back in the basement the one-minute rest and Terrilynn's attention to her
nephew had revitalized James. He was determined not to be beaten by a little
8-year-old girl. James steadily approached the tiny tomboy, trying to cut off
the ring. But he couldn't connect. Now, every time he swung, Lindsey
counterpunched. She hit him in the face, arms and stomach again and again.
Within 30 seconds nearly all the fight was gone out of him.

Lindsey sensed it and increased the pace. "You're going down big boy," she
barked. She loved to taunt boys while beating them. She verbally abused Trevor
while beating him in arm wrestling. "You can't stop me," she challenged James.
He said nothing, too busy trying to defend himself from her relentless attack.
Lindsey's blows to his arms had taken its toll. He could barely lift his arms.

Terrilynn thought about stopping the fight. She took pride in her 8-year-old
daughter dominating a 14-year-old boy in boxing, but she began to worry that
Lindsey would seriously hurt him. An uppercut staggered James. She landed six
consecutive punches to his stomach. James teetered and began to fall forward.
Lindsey caught him in her arms. The boy was nearly unconscious. Lindsey began
dancing around the ring with him in her arms, mocking him. Finally she stepped
away, allowing him to crash to the canvas. A 66-pound girl had destroyed a
127-pound boy more than six years her senior.

Terrilynn rolled James on his back, put a wet towel on his face and slipped
some smelling salts under his nose. It took him over three minutes to get to
his feet. Terrilynn stood between James and her daughter.

"The winner by a knockout at 1 minute and 14 seconds of the second round,
Lindsey," she announced raising her hand. James, his head clearing, bowed to
his little conqueror, then wrapped his arms around her knees and lifted
Lindsey in the air in recognition of her decisive victory over him. He put the
little tomboy back on the ground and smiled at her.

Lindsey, refusing to be outdone by a boy in anything, wrapped her arms around
James' knees and lifted him in the air. Instead of putting him down seconds
later, the way James had done, she began walking around the ring, carrying her
victim. James looked down and winked at her. Lindsey relished proving her
superiority over boys and continued to carry him. Terrilynn was sure her
daughter could give James a good fight, but she was surprised how easily
Lindsey took complete control of the bout against a boy so much bigger and
older.

"Hope I didn't hurt you too badly," Lindsey said, looking up at James as she
kept walking around the ring carrying him.

"Only my pride," he laughed.

"You'll get used to it," she said. "My sister and I beat boys all the time.
You know you're really light. I could carry you all day."

Finally, she lowered James to his feet, then flexed her biceps for him. He had
a huge hard on.

"By the way, I want a rematch in arm wrestling," she said.

When the trio returned to the kitchen, Pam stood at the sink, rinsing some
plates and glasses and putting them in the dishwasher. Mark, the youngest and
quietest son, was talking a mile a minute.

"Mom, you should have seen it," he said. "Ainsley beat Trevor and I in
wrestling. At the same time. Two against one. She beat us last night in boxing
and then beat us in arm wrestling at breakfast. She let both of us pin her to
the ground in wrestling and we couldn't hold her down. She pinned us both at
the same time, with me on top of Trevor and Ainsley sitting on both of us.
She's really a cool girl."

At the moment, the door opened and in walked Ainsley, all 79 pounds, carrying
118-poud Trevor piggyback.

"Don't hurt her," said Pam without thinking.

"Mom, you wouldn't believe how strong she is," said Trevor beaming while he
rode on the 9-year-old girl's back. "She carried me all the way to the store
and back. She even walked on this gravel road barefoot."

Seeing how happy two of her sons were made Pam forget the fact that they were
getting beat by a younger and smaller girl.

"My Mom wanted me to get some dessert for dinner Mrs. Harwood," Ainsley said
politely. "Hope you didn't mind me taking Trevor along."

Trevor handed his Mom a box with a blueberry pie inside.

"No," said Pam. "You sure are a strong little girl."

"This is nothing Mrs. Harwood," said Ainsley. "Come on Mark. Let's go outside.
I want to show you boys a trick."

Pam liked the fact that Ainsley included her youngest son, too often left out
when Mark's older brothers went out to play. She looked through the kitchen
window to see what the tomboy had in mind. After putting Trevor down, she
lifted up Mark on her shoulders. Mark stood 5-1 and weighed 106 pounds, 27
more than Ainsley. Next she told Trevor to jump in her arms in a cradle.
Ainsley was now supporting both boys, a total of 224 pounds. The girl's
strength was incredible.

She began walking, effortlessly supporting both boys. They disappeared around
the corner of the house.

Lindsey had gotten Mark something to drink and they sat on the sofa in the
family room, sipping sodas, watching TV.

"You've got a very strong daughter," Pam said to Terrilynn.

"Which one?" asked Terrilynn.

"Don't tell me Lindsey is as strong as Ainsley," she said in disbelief.

"They're about the same. Hope they're not being too rough on your sons."

"The boys seem to enjoy it," said Pam, hearing James and Lindsey laughing from
the next room.

"Good. Some boys can't handle getting beat by smaller girls. Lindsey just
knocked out James in boxing."

"You're kidding," said Pam. "He's twice her size."

"That never bothers the girls. I just didn't want her to hurt him."

Out the window Pam saw Ainsley reappear, still carrying two of her boys.

"Take a look at this," Pam told her sister-in-law.

"That's nothing new," stated Terrilynn matter of factly. "I've got a picture
of Ainsley with our next door neighbor Jack on her shoulders. He's a high
school football player and weighs at least 180. She carried him around with
all his football gear on."

More laughter from the family room. The two Moms began preparing lunch for the
five kids.

"Climb on," said Lindsey.

"No way," said James.

Lindsey had bent into a back bridge and invited James to climb on to her
stomach.

"I can hold you, easy. Now get on."

James did as he was told, carefully sliding one of his legs across her abdomen
until he was sitting on her stomach, both of his feet off the ground.

"Now stand up James," she ordered.

He slowly put one foot on the girl's rock hard abs, then the other. Slowly he
stood up, trying to balance himself. An 8-year-old girl was supporting his 127
pounds on her stomach.

"Hey Mom," called Lindsey. "Come see this."

Terrilynn walked into the family room, with Pam following her. Pam gasped at
the sight. Terrilynn was no longer surprised by the feats of strength her two
tomboys performed almost daily.

"This girl is made of steel Mom," James said with joy.

"How long can you hold him Honey?" asked Terrilynn.

"Five minutes, I think," said Lindsey. "Please time us."

The little girl's strength and stamina were amazing. Gradually, James began to
feel more comfortable. He moved his feet around while Lindsey continued to
breathe normally. He carefully raised one leg, brought it back down, then
raised the other. He lowered himself so that he was sitting on her stomach,
then stood up again. He marched in place. Nothing disrupted Lindsey.

"You did it," proclaimed Terrilynn, looking at her watch.

"I could hold him another five, no problem," she said.

"That's OK," said James. "You proved your point."

He jumped back to the carpet. Since Lindsey had been supporting him before her
mother started timing them, she had actually held him for nearly seven
minutes.

Lindsey stood up and flexed her muscles again. James couldn't believe that
such a small girl could possess such pronounced biceps.

The moms returned to the kitchen to finish making lunch. Ten minutes later
they called all the kids. "Time to eat."

Little Lindsey walked into the room carrying James piggyback. The girl weighed
a mere 66 pounds and she was carrying a boy nearly twice her weight. She
walked over to the refrigerator and told James to open the door and take out
two soft drinks for them, still holding the 14-year-old on her back.

Pam had never seen girls as strong as Lindsey and Ainsley. Terrilynn was so
used to seeing her daughters beat and carry boys that she hardly glanced at
Lindsey easily toting around her 127-pound nephew.

Ainsley, Trevor and Mark soon came running in the back door.

"Mom, Ainsley carried both us," Mark bubbled. "She carried me on her shoulders
and Trevor in her arms and walked all over the place."

The two little tomboys carrying their older male cousins became commonplace
the rest of the week. The first time Lindsey begged James to let her carry him
piggyback. After two more days he automatically jumped on her back nearly
every time they moved. The girls raced each other piggyback in the yard,
usually Lindsey carrying James and Ainsley carrying Trevor or Mark. Once
Ainsley challenged Trevor to a race and beat him. The only surprise was that
she outran the middle son while carrying Mark on her back.

All week long the girls defeated the boys in every sport. They played
basketball, two against three, and beat them easily. They played football, two
against three, and won ever easier. Running. Swimming. Baseball. Volleyball.
The results were always the same. Lindsey played Mark and Trevor in ping-pong,
one against two, and beat them 21-6.

No matter how many times they lost, no matter how badly they lost, the boys
never complained. Their girl cousins were young, but really cute and fun to be
around.

Ainsley and Lindsey were also exceptional students. Ainsley had skipped third
grade and Lindsey, who was in second and had just turned 8, would probably do
the same. Both girls were neat and demonstrated excellent manners, which their
aunt admired. The girls taught the boys how to play chess. They played a
junior version of Trivial Pursuit, a Christmas present last December from Pam
that the boys never wanted to play. The girls even made the boys pray before
going to bed at night.

By Tuesday both moms realized the tomboys were in complete control of the
three boys. If either girl told one of the boys to do something, he did it
instantly, as if ordered by a parent. Pam couldn't believe what she watching,
but she liked the results. She had missed what happened the night before in
the family room.

The kids often split up. James and Lindsey were inseparable while Ainsley hung
out with Trevor and Mark. Those three were playing Monopoly in Ainsley's room
while James and Lindsey watched a movie downstairs. James had developed a
crush on her and was sitting on Lindsey's lap, the little girl bouncing him up
and down like a baby.

"I want you in bed by 10," Pam said to James.

"Aw Mom," whined James. "That's not fair. The girls can stay up as late as
they want."

That was true, since it wasn't a school night. Pam started to say something,
but turned away. She was tired of arguing with her sons over the simplest
things. As soon as Pam was out of earshot, Lindsey pushed James to the floor.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"You don't talk to your mother like that," barked Lindsey. She jumped on
James, quickly put his left arm in a hammerlock and forced his face to the
carpet. "You hear me?"

"But all I said was ... ."

"You don't talk back to your parents," said Lindsey, forcing James' arm
farther up his back. She put her right hand on the back of his head and held
it the floor.

"You're hurting me Lindsey," said James.

"Just remember how badly I beat you in boxing. I'll beat you a lot worse if
you don't obey your mom. You better obey me, too. Understand?"

James was shocked. They had been getting along so well. Now Lindsey was using
her superior wrestling skills to make him obey. She let go of his head,
grabbed his right arm and forced that arm into a hammerlock also. The pain was
getting severe and James begged the 66-pound tomboy to stop.

"I don't want to hurt you James. But I will if I have to. You do whatever your
mother tells you. You do whatever I tell you. Agreed?"

"Yes," he mumbled weakly.

"Say it louder," she ordered.

"Yes," repeated James.

Lindsey released his arms and rolled the 14-year-old boy on his back. Sitting
on his stomach, she placed her bare feet in his face, in total control. He
didn't dare fight back.

She bounced her firm butt on his stomach and he gasped for air.

"I could have broken your arms if I wanted," she boasted. "You have to learn
James. Now start licking the bottoms of my feet. And don't stop until I tell
you."

Afraid to say anything, James obeyed. A second grade girl was forcing a high
school sophomore boy to kiss her feet. Total domination. The humiliation
continued for almost five minutes. Lindsey knew she had broken his will and
taken total control of this boy who outweighed her by 61 pounds. She could
make him do anything she wanted.

"You can stop now," Lindsey said finally. "Just remember, I own you."

James' cock stood straight up in the air. A little 8-year-old girl had turned
him into her slave.

Neither spoke of the incident to anyone else, although a similar occurrence
happened the next night. When Mark complained to Pam about something
immaterial, Ainsley spanked him. Hard. He soon agreed to never contradict his
mother, or Ainsley again. Trevor also liked and obeyed Ainsley completely.

After that the girls often told the boys when to go to bed. All three boys
obeyed them without complaint.

The boys began thinking up tests of strength for the girls. Trevor, whom
Ainsley had carried piggyback to the store and back the first day, asked the
tomboy if she could carry him over the same route on her shoulders. Ainsley
performed the feat just as easily as before. Lindsey climbed from the basement
to the second floor with James on her shoulders.

Mark challenged Ainsley to wrestle him with her hands tied behind her back.
Using only her legs, she pinned him in the less than two minutes. She then
wrestled Trevor blindfolded and beat him. Lindsey allowed James to start on
top with her in a schoolboy pin and defeated the high school sophomore with
little problem. Ainsley put an exclamation point on the girls' dominance by
wrestling all three boys at the same time, one girl vs. three bigger boys. She
won, pinning Trevor and making Mark and James submit.

Saturday night Lindsey, who defeated James in every sport all week, challenged
him to a rematch in arm wrestling, the lone victory for any of the boys over
the girls in the last seven days.

"You're going down," taunted Lindsey as they locked wrists. James saw the
determination in the little tomboy's eyes. He had struggled to beat her last
time. This time the 66-pound girl took control from the start and in less than
30 seconds slammed the 127-pound boy's arm to the table.

"Again," she demanded. Lindsey beat him twice, proving that her first victory
was no fluke. Then she beat him twice left-handed to further emphasize the
point.

James kissed her hand to acknowledge her superiority and then went around the
table, sat on her lap and kissed her on the cheek.

"Be careful, or I'll make you kiss my feet again," laughed Lindsey.

"I'll do whatever you want," he said.

Terrilynn trusted her daughters implicitly and never worried about leaving
them along during the day. She knew they could make the boys behave, if
necessary.

The week passed quickly. Sunday, after church, everyone changed clothes and
Pam and her three sons began packing for the drive home. Before departing
Terrilynn and Pam sat at the kitchen table and reviewed the last nine days.
Pam told her sister what a good influence the girls had been on her boys.

Pam walked into the family room to round up the boys. She saw her two younger
sons, 13-year-old Trevor and 11-year-old Mark, both sitting on 9-year-old
Ainsley's lap. The terrific tomboy was flexing her arms, each boy grabbing one
of her biceps.

In walked 8-year-old Lindsey, pulling James behind her with a dog collar
around the 14-year-old boy's neck, both laughing.

"Do we have to go already Mom?" asked James. "I want to stay with Lindsey for
a little while more."