(Third Person. Landon - 7 years old)

Seven-year-old Landon Price hid out in his bedroom. It was only a matter of time until they came in. Both of his sisters had two friends spending the night. He knew being outnumbered 2:1 was bad, but 6:1 was even worse. The girls were de facto in charge for the time being since his parents were gone for the next couple of hours, not that they would've helped him anyway.

He didn't know exactly what the girls were doing, but knew it would inevitably involve him. Whatever it was, it would definitely be embarrassing though.

He flinched upon hearing the click of his doorknob. He tried scooting back further only to find that he was already up against the wall.

"Landon, we want you to play with us," his fourteen year old sister, Natasha began in a mocking sing-song voice.

His twelve year old sister, Sammie giggled in anticipation.

"I don't wanna," Landon replied, even knowing his denial was pointless.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Sammie pleaded.

"Not for me," Landon protested.

The girls' request was merely a formality since Natasha resorted to picking up her worried little brother. Even with limited athletic ability, lifting scrawny seven-year-olds was easy.

Landon struggled to break free as he was carried to his sisters' room.

Opening the door, Natasha announced, "look who's gonna join us!"

"Landon!" the other girls said excitedly, ushering him to the center of their circle.

Landon looked around, recognizing the other girls as Miranda, Claire, Jasmine, and Kelly.

"So, what should we do to him?" Sammie asked, even though they already had a plan in mind.

Claire grabbed a lock of his black hair and twirled it around her fingers. "I think we should curl his pretty hair."

By the girls' standards, Landon's black hair that reached just above his shoulders was perfect for styling.

Jasmine pulled out the already heated up case of hot rollers.

"Those are for girls," Landon objected.

But those objections fell on deaf ears because the girls who weren't holding his arms in place, were grabbing pieces of his hair and wrapping them around the burning cylinders. With the team effort, it was only a few minutes before they could admire their handiwork.

Landon shook his head trying to get the curlers to fall out. "Take them out!" he demanded.

Frustrated with the laughter and his failed attempt, he managed to break his right hand free to try to do it on his own. He couldn't figure out exactly how the curlers worked and ended up wrapping his hand around one of the hot rollers.

He immediately let go and sobbed in pain, but the girls had already moved on to applying blush on him. 

"Stop!" Landon begged. "My hand hurts!"

Natasha snatched his glasses off his face. "These might get in the way of eyeshadow."

"I'm really hurt," he pleaded.

The girls sprinkled blue eyeshadow over his eyes until the stinging pain got bad enough to force him to close them.

Kelly managed to apply lipstick, despite his hyperventilating.

Sammie examined her closet.  "So which of my old dresses should we put him in?" She ultimately decided on a frilly pastel blue halter dress with a yellow flower pattern that she'd worn five years ago.

With the little energy he had left to resist, Landon squirmed as the older girls began to unbutton his clothes and replace them with the dress.

Once they had succeeded, the decided it was time to take the curlers out (the right way, with the clips on the sides).

The hot rollers worked quite well, resulting in Landon having dark ringlets around his head.

"Isn't she pretty?" Natasha mocked, placing him up against the wall, and grabbing her phone.

Amidst all the flashes, Landon rationalized that if they're hands were on their phones, they were too busy to grab him, seizing the opportunity to run back to his own room. Without his glasses, he resorted to using his hands to feel around for his doorknob.

He collapsed on his bed face first.  He didn't even have the strength or energy to compose himself enough to change back into his regular clothes.

He rolled onto his back and looked at his hand. He couldn't see very well through tears and bad vision, but he could tell it was very red and damaged. He wanted to soak it in cold water, but he was afraid of what more the girls would have in store for him if he came back out.