Mommies and Daddies

Videl flew deeper into the facility and then landed in front of this invention and basically let the baby rocker have it's way with her?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO    Peter emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later with the pack of wipes and the wet pull up in hand. He tossed the wet pull up under his bed with the other pull up and threw the pack of wipes in his closet. He felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders now that Alex knew about the pull ups. It was nice that Alex was supportive about the pull ups too, most younger brothers wouldn’t be. “Why did you throw that pull up under your bed?” Alex asked as Peter sat back down on the beanbag chair. Peter shrugged. “I don’t know. I need a place to put the wet pull ups and I can’t put too many in my trashcans or mom and dad would notice.” “Ah, yeah. That makes sense.” “I need to get rid of them later.” Alex nodded. “Right.” “Yep.” “What do the pull ups like look?” “They’re blue with Mickey Mouse designs on them. The girls ones are kinda purple with Minnie Mouse designs on them.” “Can I see one?” “Sure.” Peter got up and walked back to his closet again. He came back a minute later with a pull up and handed it to Alex so looked it over. “Mickey Mouse?” Alex said. “Yep.” Peter replied as he sat down. “Why Mickey Mouse?” Peter shrugged. “I don’t know.” “And the girls pull ups have Minnie Mouse designs on them?” “Yep.” “Do you have girls pull ups?” “Nope.” Alex nodded and looked over the pull up again. “They seem stretchy.” “They are. This size is really big.” “This size?” “Yeah pull ups come in sizes 2t-3t, 3t-4t, 4t-5t, 5t-6t and I heard size 6t-7t is coming soon.” “Ah and Mickey Mouse in the same design on all the sizes?” “Yep.” “Why?” “I don’t know.” “And all the girls pull ups have Minnie Mouse designs on them?” “Yep.” “Kinda boring.” “I guess.” Alex handed the pull up back to Peter. “Thanks.” “Sure.” “Have you thought about getting girls pull ups before?” “I don’t know.” Alex nodded. “Would you get girls pull ups?” “Yeah.” “You should toss those pull ups before we have dinner.” “Definitely.” Alex nodded again. “Alright.” “Yep.” “Uh, thanks for letting me look at a pull up.” “Of course and Alex?” “Yeah?” “Thanks for being supportive about the pull ups and me liking diapers.” “Of course.” Alex then stood up and walked out of Peter’s room and headed back to his own room. Closing Peter’s bedroom door behind him. Peter then stood up and walked into his closet and put the pull up he’d let Alex back into the pack of pull ups.

Friday, October 14th 7.) Blossom and I texted all week, and almost none of it was about Academy Works.  Actually, any time we got on the topic of baby stuff, she kept saying "I'll talk to you about it this weekend".  At first I wondered if she was just shy, but that didn't sound like Blossom.  It was more likely that she didn't want to say anything I could screenshot.  She didn't trust me.  But I guess I didn't trust her either. I re-read that comment on DailyDiapers at least a dozen times.  I knew it was going to hurt me, but I couldn't help myself.  Maybe I felt like I was missing the lesson, that if I kept going over it again and again I'd figure out what I could have done differently.  But the truth is, I think I just wanted to punish myself.  I felt like I deserved it. Friday morning, I tried to write.  I kept reading and re-reading the last few chapters of Aya's story, but it felt so claustrophobic.  I had something else I wanted to say, another piece of the puzzle I needed to get out, but every time I tried it felt awkward and forced.  How many people would I be disappointing with this chapter? Instead, I packed my bag. What was I supposed to bring with me?  Diapers?  A pacifier?  I had a sippy cup, but even that felt too incriminating.  What if I got into her car and she opened my bag?  What if her friends were waiting in the backseat to laugh at me?  We never even talked about this stuff, and Blossom had made it clear on the train that she hadn't really done any of it anyway.  Munches and online stories were the extent of her experimenting, which was all she could get away with in her sorority house. In the end, I decided to just pack a few sets of clothes.  Pajamas, layers, stuff like that.  A toothbrush, a phone charger, and of course my laptop.  It was only 10:30am when I texted Blossom. >>5pm can't come soon enough @_@ >>I can't focus on writing  >>It is very exciting! >>I used to say 'berry' because I could not make V sounds as a little girl >>And then I got braces and everybody made even more fun of how I talked ☹️ >>So I learned how to Very instead of Berry >>That's some pivotal Blossom Lore for you right there! >>Are you packed for the weekend? We have a long drive! >>But you should always over-prepare because it is best to have something you want and not need it >>Than to need it and not have it! >>Yeah I'm low maintenance >>I have some dough in the fridge too that I'm gonna bring >>I just feel guilty when I can't write >>Not that it really matters?? >>Just that one guy is commenting on A:A >>And I never know how to respond to him Usually I stayed a few chapters ahead of my posting schedule, that way when I got writer's block I had something to show until I got back in the groove.  But since A:K finished, I felt like I'd had nothing but writer's block.  I was all caught up: posting and writing were in parity.  And it had been more than two weeks...  >>I am reading it! >>And you know I have been reading since the beginning and I just do not comment >>So I bet there are a hundred others like me! >>Maybe more. >>Imagine! >>But >>You should not feel guilty because you do not owe anybody anything >>We are very lucky to have you and your art! >>A lot of people say that >>But it doesn't really help I looked at the clock again.  Six more hours.  Maybe if I got dressed up, I could find some motivation to write.  I could get in Aya's head.  I could feel what she felt.  But the anxiety of this trip with Blossom kept pulling me away from that headspace.  Maybe I could make her a cake... was that weird?  >>I am not very good with helping when people are sad >>But >>I am very determined at most things I do >>So get ready for a weekend of mishandled and poorly implemented attempts of helping with your sad! >>Looking forward to it XD Sad wasn't the right word.  I was discouraged.  I was a lot like Aya from the new Academy Works story: I wanted to do my best.  I wanted to impress people.  I wanted to do something extraordinary.  Where did I choose to put all that passion?  Into writing diaper smut. In the end, I didn't write any of Academy A.  Instead, I made Blossom a cake.  Actually, I made her five, but I only had one cake container.

PART 28: LIKE A BIG BOY   Tom, just like me back then at his age, has the problem of always being among the smallest in his class. Even among his friends and relatives, he’s always smaller than others his age. Strangers often thought I was much younger than I actually was.  This often made me feel underestimated. That alone always undermined my self-confidence. When my bedwetting started up again, that was the absolute worst.  That appointment is still famous in my family today. People always tell about, “Tom’s visit to the doctor, during which Tom didn’t say a word.“ Everyone knows what kind of appointment that was. I’m convinced that by now many in the family know all the details. Still, they just say “Tom’s appointment with the doctor,” and everyone finds it funny. I then become completely quiet again.       To get into Dr. Fink’s office, we had to walk past our neighbor and her daughter. Both were still standing there frozen. Laura had her head bowed and was looking at the floor. She was holding a clear plastic bowl in her hand. Her mother took a step toward me. “Lara! I’ll come by your place, I’ll explain everything to you…”, but just then Dr. Fink was already leading us into her office.    First came the greetings.  We were told to sit down. Dr. Fink was a little older than my mom. Maybe in her mid-40s. Her loose, flowing hair made her seem easygoing, relaxed, and understanding.    That reminded me of my history teacher.  On top of that, I was still shaken by what had happened in the waiting room. I was afraid of the questions that would come up again now. No, actually, I was afraid of having to answer them, of having to talk about all of that—to a stranger, sitting next to my mother. “So you’re Tom?” Dr. Fink stated. Once again, she was trying to draw me out with that kind of ‘friendly’ greeting. But it only intensified my mistrust, my fear. ‘What else does she know about me? Who told her all this? Is it all already written down in the file lying in front of her?”   I stared at the table in front of me; I couldn’t and didn’t want to answer. I seemed defiant. But I was still thinking about Clara, who had been sitting here just before me and had probably had to answer the same questions.  My mother decided to use the pause and brought up the subject right away.   “We’re here because Tom wets the bed.” “Yes, Tom, I’ve already heard that. Would you like to tell me anything about it?” Dr. Frank tried to establish a connection with me. I remained silent.  “I see from the records that you have ‘protective measures’ in place.” She emphasized the word. I remained silent, but my body reacted. I felt myself getting warm. I probably blushed a little, too. “What exactly did it say in her documents?” My uncertainty grew even more. “Look, Tom, I want to help you. Shall we talk about this a little more—”   I WANTED to scream out, “No! I don’t want to talk about anything. Leave me alone. I just want to go home…” But I stayed silent. I couldn’t make a sound. Unconsciously, though, I lifted my eyes, looked at her—probably also unconsciously trying to signal that I wasn’t “stubborn.” With that eye contact, she “had” me. “You want to sleep without diapers soon, don’t you?” She paused briefly, and I blushed bright red. “LIKE A BIG BOY” she added. Everyone could see that she’d hit a raw nerve. I couldn’t help myself. With my eyes wide open, I stared at her.   I already was a “big boy,” after all. I was one of the best soccer players at my school—at least in my class. I’m no baby! But she probably thought of me as a little kid because of my below-average height. A little bed-wetter whom she wanted to help “get dry” help with “potty training.”   She could probably read all these thoughts on my face now. She tried to ease my despair at her not thinking of me as a “big boy” by adding: “You’re already in school, after all!” To me, of course, it sounded as if she were saying: “A schoolboy doesn’t wet the bed anymore. A ‘big boy’ doesn’t wear diapers either. Only babies still get diaper pants put on every night…” At least that was what popped up in my mind. My mother sensed my embarrassment and knew I might start crying at any moment.   She now tried to support me gently.  “Tom has been sleeping without diapers for six years now. Tom is already in high school. He started wetting the bed again just a few weeks ago. Now, in consultation with his psychologist, I’m putting a diaper back on him before he goes to sleep, and it’s wet almost every morning.” All eyes were on me. I lowered my head.  “Oh, right, you’re already 13 years old—I see that in the records.” Once again, she tried to gain my trust. “I understand that you’re embarrassed. At 13, you don’t want to walk around like a baby, don’t you? You’re already a big boy.” She let that sink in for a moment. Then came the next step. “You’re such a good boy!” I looked up briefly, puzzled. The praise came out of the blue. “I mean, the fact that you let you mother put a diaper on you. That’s very good of you, Tom.   At 13, you’re probably wetting the bed a lot. And a mat can’t soak it all up. You’d have to change the sheets every night. This way, you can sleep better, and your mom doesn’t have as much work to do.” She paused again to see how her words were affecting me. “Shall we see if I can help you?” I couldn’t stand the tension any longer. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. So I nodded shyly. A triumph for the doctor.  “See! If you haven’t needed diapers for six years now, then you know that’s much more comfortable. Right?” I definitely didn’t want her to think I liked wearing diapers. So I nodded again. “And in those six years, your bed was always dry?” I nodded again without thinking. Maybe this way I’ll get out of here soon. My mom quickly corrected me: “Well, it still did happen once or twice a year, Tom. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, but it was already too late. He’d often wake me up with his wet pants and tell me what had happened. I never made a big deal out of it. Fresh pajamas, a towel on the mattress, a fresh sheet on the bed, and we’d quickly forget all about it. Right, Tom?” I nodded again, feeling embarrassed. “The next day, I’d clean the mattress and dry it outside. He’d get a plastic sheet on his mattress again for the next few weeks, but usually nothing would happen for months after that, and I’d be able to take it away after a couple of weeks.” “I see.” Dr. Fink turned to me. “But six years ago, you were still wearing pull-ups. You were seven then? Right?” I nodded. “Just at night, or during the day too?” She looked me in the eyes. I was mortified. The pressure was too much; I almost blurted out an answer. Why this question? Does she know I was wearing one right now? “Just at night…” was my mother’s reply when the silence dragged on too long.     “Oh, I see. Very good. And before that, did you always wear diapers at night?” Once again, I was unable to answer. I would have liked to put it into perspective, perhaps by saying, “…just for a short while…!” But out of shame—and facing my past, which isn’t even that long ago—I couldn’t get a word out again. “Tom was out of diapers by the age of 4. Than, for about a year, until second grade, his diaper was wet at least once a week,” my mother interjected. I would have loved to disappear into a rabbit hole. Doktor Fink opened her records again.“ I see you had a very hard time starting school. You’d rather have stayed home. Is that right?” I nodded briefly. “Then you slept in diapers again for almost a whole year.” I nodded. “Shall we try to make sure it’s shorter this time?” I nodded, my face red.  “Very good. Then I’ll examine you very carefully at your next visit, and we’ll do a few tests. Do you agree?” I nodded again. “Tell me, how did it come to this—that you need diapers again at your age?” I couldn’t get a word out. “You can tell me anything, Tom. I won’t tell anyone.” When I still didn’t say anything, she looked at my mother. My mother answered the question: “First, a few weeks ago, he hid his wet pajamas and the bedsheets. When I noticed, I thought it was just another ‘accident’ and put the plastic mat back in his bed.  “Then I put him back in diapers again. He secretly took them off the very first night and even tore them. A few days ago he even wet his pants once during the day and hid the wet pants and his underwear.”  The doctor looked at me. “Is that how it was, Tom?” I nodded sadly. I didn’t dare try to defend myself by saying something like, ‚My pants only got wet because I fell asleep at my desk and was dreaming…‘ I staid silent. So the questioning continued.  “You don’t like being put in diaper pants, do you?“, was her next question. I shook my head. She jotted everything down in the files that already contained so much information about my ‘problem.’  “Should we try going without them? At least for a few nights?” I was surprised, but I began to trust her. Could she really convince my mom that I wouldn’t have to wear those stupid diapers anymore? I nodded again. I was ashamed that I had to make such a deal, but it was a chance. “All right, then make an appointment with my receptionist. I’ll examine you thoroughly then.  You can help me out a little. Do you want to?” I nodded again, almost excited.  “Well then, come with me.” She led me to a shelf. There was a clear measuring cup and a clear bowl—just like the one Clara was holding. Both had lines marked on the inside, along with numbers. I stared at the potty. The doctor laughed and took the cup off the shelf. “Don’t worry—the potty is for little kids who are just learning to use the bathroom. We use the lines to measure how much has gone into the potty. That one over there is for girls and for preschoolers. You can place the bowl inside the toilet seat. The lines on that one are meant for much more liquid.  But for you, I thought we’d use the cup—like the big boys do. Can you manage that? Peeing in it first thing in the morning and then again right after school? Then once more in the afternoon and one more time before you go to sleep? Just like a big boy.” Again, my eyes widened when she said, “like a big boy.” “You’ll do this for three days. Your mom will write down the results, and you’ll bring them to me.  Your mom doesn’t have to wake you up at night. You’ll just do it when you wake up on your own. Your mom can weigh the wet diaper in the morning, and then we’ll know how much you wet the bed at night. But it’s important to measure exactly how much you can still pee in the morning. Then we’ll know how much was in your bladder. If you go to the bathroom at school or if we can’t measure it for some other reason—for example, because your diaper leaked—then you’ll just add an extra day.” Just hearing the word “diaper” made me blush again.  My hope of going to bed without a diaper today was gone. She saw the embarrassment and disappointment on my face.  “Tom, don’t be sad. Lots of kids wet the bed. Even schoolchildren. Even boys who aren’t in elementary school anymore often have to go back to wearing diapers if they wet the bed frequently and it doesn’t get better. The medical assistants at the front desk are very familiar with your problem. There’s a general consultation there, and they’ll schedule a new appointment for you and give you some useful information.” With my new cup, I quickly headed for the door.  The doctor accompanied us. Suddenly, I felt something on my hip. She discreetly pulled my pants up a little at the back. My plastic pants must have been sticking out a bit. ‘Now this secret has been discovered too,’ the thought flashed through my mind. I stared at her in shock. She smiled gently, and my mother explained the situation.” “It’s only temporary,” she said. “Two days. So he’ll remember better not to hide wet underwear when you’re this old.” The doctor put her arm around me. “Such a good boy.” As she did, I got another gentle pat on my bottom. “I’ll tell you what: Next time, we’ll figure out what’s wrong, then we’ll set up a training program, and maybe soon we can try going without diapers. What do you think?

A Babysitter Betrayed A Babysitter Betrayed (More can be found at Flat And Faking It)   A Babysitter Betrayed By John Knuckles "Do we HAVE to eat dinner now?" Patty complained, glowering her little face at me - like I was the meanest babysitter in the world. "Yes.  And then you will shower and go straight to bed," I primly replied, sitting like a lady with my legs crossed.  My hands were neatly folded over my lap. "Can we play adult dress-up afterwards?  Pretty please?" the brat begged, comically batting her eyes. "Adult dress-up?" "Yes," she exclaimed, very excited.  "I get to wear your adult clothes.  And - and I get to pretend that I'm big, too!  All our babysitters let us play it - honest!" "Awesome!" cheered Peter, Patty's younger brother.  "I get to be the cool soldier brother!" "No, I don't think so. Eat your dinner," I told them. "No fair!" protested Peter. "Quit complaining and eat your stupid dinner!  Don't be absurd!  I'm NOT going to take off all my clothes and let you play in them. Get real!" These two were a handful.  And I wasn't experienced with kids.  I was an only child - and even when I was a kid, I preferred to socialize with adults. But college tuition was steep, and these babysitting jobs helped pay the bills.  A lady's gotta do what a lady's gotta do, right? Mumbling, the kids settled in and started to eat their Chef Boy-Ar-Dee cans of creamed crap.  Gross!  The sauce was yucky and the meatballs were like lumps of slime.  The smell almost made me faint - and not just because I'm a vegetarian!  I couldn't believe that humans would eat this stuff!  But Peter and Patty were gobbling it up. "That's a beautiful dress you're wearing," Patty said between bites, eyeing it longingly. "Thank you," I answered.  It was my favorite dress... beautiful and sexy.  My breasts cast a VERY impressive shadow in the tight, shiny top, and the moonlight blue fabric wrapped wonderfully around my hips, giving me curves to spare.  The dress perfectly complimented my petite frame, which wasn't always easy to do.  My body type isn't the easiest to shop for... "I bet it would fit me too!" Patty observed.  "You might be older, but I think we're almost the same size.  I might even be bigger.  Your heels can't fool me!" I didn't respond.  Believe me, I've had to put up with all sorts of snide comments over the years about my small stature.  Schoolmates, coworkers, teachers, even total strangers - I had heard EVERY version of "Gee, you look awfully young for your age!" imaginable.   People act like it's a compliment (and maybe when I'm 40, I'll appreciate it) but when you're a 21-year-old lady? Getting mistaken for a little kid is the WORST!  And now, being mocked by a snot-nosed brat at the dinner table was just the latest indignity.  Geez... Patience... don't show them it bothers you, I told myself. "I'm glad you're babysitting us," Peter chimed in. "If you couldn't come, Mom calls Mr. Onion from next door. I hate him." "Oh?" I asked. "He means Mr. Bunyan.  We call him Mr. Onion because he stinks like an onion!  But he gets real mad when you call him that." I laughed.  But then I regretted it.  "Hee hee!  Oh, I'm sorry, that was very rude of me... I shouldn't laugh at someone for smelling bad.  I'm sure Mr. Onion - I mean, Mr. Bunyan - is a very nice man." "No, he's not!" Peter retorted.  "He's a jerk-face!  He stinks and he's practically blind, and he's always messing stuff up!  Plus he spanks us!" "Spanks you?  Really?"  This surprised me.  An adult isn't allowed to spank someone else's kids... right?  Or am I missing something? "Mom gave him special permission," Patty said, as if she could read my mind.  "He says it's the only way he can keep us in line." I shook my head.  "Whatever."  Ignoring the two brats, I re-examined my makeup in my hand mirror.  Still perfect!  Maintaining perfect makeup was my obsession.   I LOVED how a good foundation would hide my girly freckles.  I LOVED how men suddenly gawked at me when I was all dolled up! I LOVED how ruby red lipstick and long eyelashes would instantly transform my face from juvenile to heartbreaker!  Makeup was... a godsend. Especially for a lady like me. I gazed down at my lovely lady lumps.  They seemed extra firm and perky in this outfit.  I mean, I looked STACKED!  But... did they look TOO good?  I panicked for a nanosecond.  No, I decided... just the right size for my frame.  I gave them a coy squeeze when nobody was looking and smiled.  Tonight would be the stuff of dreams! My small body made me VERY self-conscious of appearances.  I learned firsthand that in one dress, heels and makeup, a cute fraternity boy would BEG YOU for your number - and in another oufit, standing flat-footed and being plain-faced, he'd card you at a PG-13 movie when you try to buy a ticket!  (That was SO embarrassing when he finally recognized me!) The two kids were gulping away at their bowl of pasta-goo.  Bleah!!  When I have kids, I'll NEVER let them eat that garbage!  But first, I'd have to snag a boyfriend.  Maybe tonight... when I see Rex.  Oh, Rex... I looked at the clock: Only about half-an-hour to go.  Steve from school was going to pick me up and take me to the psychology expo.  I didn't have a car... like I said, money was tight.  But Steve was a good guy.  He had a crush on me: From the moment he saw me in my sexy summer dress at freshman orientation, he's been my loyal sidekick.  No way I'd ever let him get me naked, or anything - he's way too immature and boyish - but his car was dependable, and beggars can't be choosers. "Finish up, kids.  Then off to the showers!  No more dilly dallying."   I straightened a lock of hair that was slightly out of place... there!  Perfect!  I am woman, hear me ROAR!!  Rex didn't stand a chance! "Okay, okay!  We heard you already!" Peter bellowed, banging the table with his fork. That's when Peter's arm knocked his bowl of pasta into the air - where it twirled and summersaulted in slow motion - before the entire bowl landed right on my head!! "OH NO!!" I cried.  Not this!  My dress!  My hair!  My face!  I was DRENCHED!! "It's okay, sweetie," said Patty.  "I can wash it quickly, before the stain sets.  I've seen Mom do this a million times.  You just shower and get that sauce off you." I groaned.  My hair and makeup routine takes two hours MINIMUM in the morning - and that's when I have all my supplies.  And Steve was coming over in just 30 minutes!  He was in my psych class.  Actually, he was in all my classes.  Steve followed me around like a stalker, but he was harmless.  Sure, HE would still try to bend me over and bone me, even with this awful pasta sauce in my hair... but he wasn't going to be the only one at the expo!  All my colleagues were attending, as well as faculty. Some goopy, greasy sauce dripped past my nose, making me sneeze.  Kerchewww!!!  God!!  This was a CATASTROPHY!!!  I could NOT be seen like this!  I had my pride.  No matter what, I always looked and acted like a lady, and I always dressed like I was about to walk the red carpet.  Being sexy, knowing the latest fashion trends, it was kind of my thing.  For some college students, their "thing" was being the stoner, or the jock, or the artist.  For me, I was the beautiful Princess!  The finest clothes and the most stylish makeup!  Now I was a hot, putrid mess... Rex was going to be at the expo, too.  I was planning on, YOU know... seducing him!  It was going to be PERFECT.  I mean, I had fantasized of this moment for months... and now, everything was ruined!! "There isn't enough time, Patty!" I whined. "Don't be silly.  A light load takes 12 minutes.  That gives you 18 minutes to run it in the dryer.  Your dress is thin, so that'll be plenty of time - but only if we hurry." My cell phone rang.  I swiped some meat sauce out of my face and answered it: "H - hello?" "Hey, it's me, Steve.  Just wanted to let you know I'll be there in half-an-hour, babe." "Yes, b -" Steve cut me off: "And Rex and Donna are with me.  We can all go to the expo together.  How great is that?  Donna says they have some wicked-cool exhibits!" Rex and Donna!  Rex was... ...MY crush!  A sexy, cute boy with sandy hair.  He was soooo handsome.  Wholesome, too!  I once overheard him saying how important it was to date a genuine, old fashioned lady - someone he'd be proud to introduce to Mother.  Sigh!!  I adored him... And Donna was my archrival.  The Joker to my Batman.  The Pepsi to my Coke.  We competed at everything... and I'd usually win, which drove her CRAZY.  (And yes, maybe it was partly my fault for gloating.  Nya nya!)  She was a tall, statuesque stunner, with giant boobs and bouncy blonde hair.  Of course.  She was blessed with EVERY anatomical gift a girl could want. Me?  My gifts were much more, ah, limited.  Well, I had a cuter face than she did.  Her fashion sense was stuck in, like, 2005 - and she's a total skank.  Everyone knows!  But when it came to our bodies... I just... couldn't compare. But I was smarter!  And a lady!  Unlike that TRAMP who would show-off her goodies in a miniskirt and spread her legs for ANYONE! And of course, that ultra-competitive BITCH had wormed her way into our psych group.   She did it just because I was there (although she claims it was because of a "scheduling conflict" - yeah, RIGHT!).  She even tried to seduce Steve - I guess she thought it would make me jealous.  Nope!  Not that Steve minded when she shoved her fat tits in his face.  But when Donna saw how much I liked Rex, she made a point to flirt at him nonstop!  The expo was my big chance with Rex... and she was worming her way in AGAIN??? "Steve, wait -" "Sorry, babe!  Can't hear a thing!  Going under a tunnel!  See you soo... FIZZZZZ!" Nothing. "Eek!" I screamed, putting down the phone.  "Patty, get ready to do a load of laundry RIGHT AWAY!  Okay, first things first.  Um..." Peter and Patty stood at the table, watching attentively... I couldn't believe the situation I was in!  I paused, racking my brain for a way out of this...  What - what do I do?!  Where do I begin?! "Take off your shoes, silly," Patty ordered. Okay... no harm in that.  Yes, my shoes.  That makes sense.  I slipped off my heels - and instantly shrunk five inches! "Hey, she's shorter than us," Peter observed. "Yes, she acts like she's a big, important grownup, but she's still the size of a little kid," Patty agreed.  "Isn't that funny?  I think she's simply adorable!  Like a real-life doll!" I blushed and gritted my teeth.  Shut up, I told myself... don't get distracted or argue with them... Patty smiled.  "Now sweetie, give me your dress so I can run a load.  We only have 29 minutes." I quickly moved my fingers to the zipper in the back while the two kids stared - but grabbing the small, metal latch wasn't easy.  The pasta sauce made everything greasy.  Oh my God!!  Fumbling like a drunkard, I finally gripped it and pulled.  KERCHEWWWW!!  I sneezed one more time.  Dammit!  This was so horrible!  I pushed the dress off my shoulders... but paused: "Peter, Patty - um... would you please, um, not watch me?" I croaked.  "Can you, um, please give me some privacy?  I'm kind of, y'know... shy." "Don't be silly," she chided.  This is no time for modesty.  Now we only have... 28 minutes." "But - but - I'm practically naked underneath!"  My voice cracked, making me sound like I was going through puberty.  Again.  "I... I don't want you to see me!" Patty gave me a motherly pat on the arm.  "We understand this is an embarrassing situation,  sweetie.  But I need you to be a brave girl and take off your clothes." Sniffling, I pulled down the moonlight blue dress... lower, off my torso and down past my hips, and then I stepped all the way out.  I - I couldn't believe I was stripping in front of two stupid kids I barely even knew! I was wearing my tiniest thong panties.  Black and lace.  But no bra. And no anything else. My body doesn't need a bra.  It's something I'm dreadfully embarrassed about, but not every girl is blessed with a pair of fat 36 D's like Donna.  Okay?!  It - it's not a big deal!!  I can't help it!  Sigh...  Lord, I would've KILLED for a pair of respectable B's, even.  But no luck. A's all the way for yours truly - and there's STILL cup-space to spare.  My chest literally hadn't grown since middle school - sans my slutty nipples.  They got hard all the time.  (Fortunately, they were usually hidden under a mountain of foam and tissue paper...)  I was saving for a boob-job, but money was tight.  And so, I got by with stuffed bras and foam-fitted dresses. Nobody knew. My tiny, underdeveloped chest was my great shame - my ultimate personal secret.  It's a secret I hid from my dormmates - from my cousins and aunts back home - and from everyone else.  I would even go to great pains to hide them from my boyfriend... when I had one, I mean.  Seriously: I would even wear a bra while having sex.  I - I hated my chest!  My lack of boobs, coupled with my lack of height, made me look like... like... Like less of a woman. Enough said. But now I had no choice. None!  And these kids were getting an up-close view of my embarrassing little titties!  Argh!!  And without that beautiful form-fitted dress, all my curves were now gone, too!  Alas, my hips never became "womanly" - but in the right clothes, it wasn't a big deal.  But naked... "Here!" I squealed, handing the dress to Patty in a panic.  "Throw it in the wash right away!  Hurry!" I didn't cover my chest.  I really, REALLY, REALLY wanted to... but I didn't.  I figured I'd play it cool and pretend it didn't bother me - being topless and all. That way, maybe Peter and Patty wouldn't say anything.  Right?  I mean, in some cultures, women went topless all the time.  But... I'm not good at pretending!  And my tiny TITS were hanging out in broad daylight! Instead of rushing to the laundry room, Patty held up the dress and examined the chest area.  The dress was designed with padding and stuffing sewed-in - and of course, it made me look like I had a VERY nice rack.  Patty stared intently, pressing the foam in her fingers. Then she looked at my small little tits... with the puffy nipples... My face heated up and I covered my bare nipples with my hands - one hand over each.  There was a terrible knot in my stomach.  I felt so small... so embarrassed. "Okay," Patty agreed with a smile.  "I don't blame you for wanting to hide your little boobies.  We won't make fun of you." Peter nodded, staring like a laser beam at my pussy through my panties.  But with my hands over my tits, I couldn't do anything but keep my legs closed and pretend it wasn't happening. Like I said, I wasn't good at pretending!   This BRAT was getting an eyefull at my unmentionables - and I HATED it!  STOP looking at me!!  I squeezed my thighs tightly together. "That's right, Patty," Peter answered.  He looked me in the eye:  "It's not your fault your boobies didn't grow.  I won't tell anyone how small they are." "Th - thank you!" I blurted. Patty glanced at the clock.  "We're down to 25 minutes.  Peter, show her where the bathroom is." Her younger brother walked up to me.  Way too close - he was violating my personal space.  My God!  He WAS taller than me!  I stumbled back... Peter grabbed me by the hand - pulling it off my chest - and smiled.  We both looked down at my re-exposed little nipple.  It instantly hardened.  I wanted to die!!  "Here, I'll show you the bathroom.  It's this way."  He then walked me down the hall, holding my hand.  Like - like I was a little kid!  I squirmed!  But surely I was overreacting... he was an innocent boy, after all.  And at least this way, with me following him from behind like an obedient little girl, he couldn't stare at my thong and my naked ass cheeks... He brought me to the bathroom.  I stood there, barefoot and topless, wearing nothing but my sexy panties - and pasta sauce in my hair.  He reached in and turned on the shower. We both stood there, looking at each other.  It felt like an eternity!  Finally, he snapped: "Get in!  I'll help wash you!" I felt sick, but tried to act brave.  With my knees and legs firmly together and my hands glued to my nipples, I said, "Ha!  In your dreams, Peter!  It's NOT appropriate for you to see a mature woman like me without her clothes." Peter laughed.  "You don't look so mature to me!  I think Patty has bigger boobies than you do!" I wanted to KILL that fucking kid!  "Just LEAVE!!" I shrieked. "Seriously, it's no big deal," he continued.  "I see little girls changing in the locker room at the pool sometimes.  They look just like you do: baby boobies, skinny legs and a scrawny, boney butt.  Trust me, you don't have anything I haven't seen a million times before, so you won't have anything to be embarrassed about.  Okay, let me get the shampoo ready..." "GET OUT OF HERE, YOU CREEP!!!" He got the message and left. Trembling, I wiggled out of my thong and hopped into the shower.  God!!  Were my legs REALLY that skinny?  And my ass that scrawny?  No - impossible!  That dopey kid didn't know what he was talking about!  I was STILL a beautiful, sophisticated lady!  ...Right? I closed my eyes...  The hot water felt so nice, and the solitude of the shower was EXACTLY what I needed.  I shampooed my hair a dozen times... but it still felt yucky.  And all my makeup went down the drain... my lipstick, false eyelashes, foundation - everything.  All that work... I soaped my pussy into a thick lather.  I had just shaved yesterday... it felt so smooth.  Oh my...!  My body was electric!  What was with me?!  I rubbed myself more and more, harder and harder...  I worked in a slippery finger... it felt SO GOOD!!  I closed my eyes and thought of Rex... him touching me...  And oh, how the hot water from the shower-head was pounding my pussy... I - I was pumping my finger in and out, in and out... Then I stopped.  What was I doing?!  Good LORD!!! I hastily turned off the water and got out.  There... there were no towels anywhere!  And my panties were gone! I was stark naked in an unfamiliar house and dripping wet!! The bathroom door swung wide open.  I screamed and jumped in the air.  It was Peter. "Oh, you're done already?"  He looked over my nude anatomy.  "Wow!  You sure look much different naked!  Before, you looked like a grownup.  Now, you look like you're Patty's age!  Younger, even!  How come you never got a big girl's body?  Do you have a medical condition?" Tears of rage began to build in my eyes.  "Shut up, Peter!  That's not true!!  You - you don't know what you're talking about!!" "Sure I do!  Just look!  You still have the body of a little girl!  Hee hee!" "NO I DON'T!!!"  I stomped my feet and waved my fists. Peter eyeballed me from head to toe.  My wet body was glistening.  "I think you look funny without your make-believe boobs!  Your tummy sticks out further than your boobs do!" "I DO NOT LOOK FUNNY!!  DON'T LAUGH AT ME!!  STOP IT!!  STOP IT!!!"  I tried to cover myself with my arms - but I was on the verge of tears. "Quiet down, sweetie," said Patty, walking into the bathroom carrying a pile of clothes, paying me no mind - like I was a kid and she was the grownup.  "Use your indoor voice.  If you make too much noise, Mr. Onion will come over.  Besides, nobody likes a fussy little girl." My blood began to boil.  "Fussy little girl?!  My indoor voice?!  Excuse me!  I'm STILL the babysitter!" The siblings giggled.  "Are you sure?" Patty asked.  "With your little pink body, you look more like the baby than the babysitter!" "Ha ha!  Good one!" Peter laughed. I grinded my teeth in rage.  "Patty, I'm naked.  I - I need my clothes!  Now!  Where's my underpants?!" "I threw it in the wash.  It smelled pooey.  Probably because it was stuck up your butt." Peter giggled like that was HILARIOUS.  I just stood there, nude, cold and wet... but weirdly, my pussy felt unusually warm... "Well, what am I supposed to wear?!" I screamed, clutching my private parts - especially my smoldering pussy. "Quiet," Patty hissed.  "Mr. Onion!" I quieted down... but on the inside, I wanted to EXPLODE!!! "The good thing is, we finished with your laundry load.  The stains all came out.  Your dress and panties are now in the drier.  And we still have seven minutes." "Thank G - God!"  My teeth were chattering.  My hands and arms were shaking too, which made it difficult to keep my goodies hidden. "Don't thank God, sweetie.  Thank me." "Th - thank you, Patty."  Grr... that fucking BITCH!!!  When I got my clothes back on, she was going to PAY!! "Good girl!  It's important to be polite." "Um... may I please have something to wear in the meantime?  PLEASE???" "Certainly.  We wouldn't want a little thing like you to get cold!  Here."  Patty put the clothes by the sink and kissed me on my forehead.  Then she turned to the bathroom door.  "You get dressed, sweetie.  I'll go check on your laundry." Patty left, but Peter stood there, oggling my bare body, grinning from ear to ear. "Um... Peter?  Could you... y'know, leave now?"  My weight shifted from foot to foot. "Why?" he innocently asked. "Because - because it's not appropriate for you to see my naked body!!" He looked confused.  "Why?  I see naked bodies all the time at swim class." "Not bodies like mine!!  I'm a mature lady!" I cried.  "You can't see me naked!" "Well, too late!  'Cause I've been staring at your naked butt in the mirror the whole time!  See?" The mirror!  I gasped and put my hands over my ass. But once I had done that - "Ha ha!!  Now I can see your little boobies and vagina again!  How come your vagina doesn't have any big girl hair?" "Aaahhh!!!"  I quickly returned my hands to my front and covered my privates. "Ha ha!!  Your little boobies sure are cute!  Like two itsy-bitsy mosquito bites!  And WOW, your vagina is super-duper pink!  I've never seen one that pink!!  Why is it so pink?  Were you rubbing it in the shower?" "GET OUT, NOW!!!!!" He opened the medicine cabinet.  "Do you have an itch?  Maybe we have some cream.  Want me to rub it in your vagina for you?" "NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Peter bolted for the door.  For Christ's sake!!  I was mortified: That little shit-head had just seen me completely nude!  He saw more of me than my last three boyfriends combined! And time was running out... Steve, Rex and Donna would be here any moment.  I needed to hurry.  By this time I was mostly dry anyway, so I forgot about the towel and went to examine the clothes Patty had brought. Oh. My. God. A pink Dora the Explorer shirt!  Bright pink unicorn underpants.  And fat, puffy Disney Princesses shorts. I was seething.  I mean, I almost vomitted. Because my body is so... small, I compensate by always wearing lots of makeup.  Always.  Otherwise I get confused for a kid.  And always high heels... a stuffed top... the works. I'm a woman, dammit!  Not a stupid little girl!  I'm a WOMAN!! Looking in the mirror, I was horrified by my body's transformation:  Before, I was the hot college girl in the sexy dress!  I was a Princess!  And with an impressive chest and curves, I was MORE than ready to seduce anyone, including the college hunk!  And now... I was short, plain-faced, titless and naked.  And my hot pussy truly WAS pink.  Crying softly, I pulled the shirt on first.  It hugged my chest, showing the world EXACTLY how flatchested I was. My nipples were hard, poking into the fabric. Then I put on those stupid panties. To my surprise, they fit. Somehow, that made me feel even WORSE. Next I put on those ridiculous, juvenile shorts. I - I couldn't make eye contact with the mirror.  Instead I hung my head and headed out the bathroom door... When I got down the hall, I was flabbergasted by what I saw: Patty was wearing my dress and five-inch heels!  She had also put on lipstick and eyeliner - that little brat must've ransacked through the makeup kit in my pocketbook!  And she was dancing around, pretending she was a big-shot!  Peter was laughing like a loon, wearing his army hat. "Ha ha, Patty!  You're a great big person!  You look much older than she did!" "Thanks, Peter!  Like I told you, if we both work together, we'd get to play dress-up, no matter what that mean babysitter says!" "Wh... WHAT did you say?!  WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!" I yelled. They both turned.  But instead of quaking in fear, they burst into laughter! "Ha ha!!  Ha ha!! She totally looks like a little kid!!" "Dora the Explorer!!  I haven't worn that since I was 11!  But it fits YOU great!!" "Look at Miss Bossypants now!" "Yes, she told me she was a MATURE LADY!" They... they set me up. They set me up!! "I WILL KILL YOU KIDS!!!  I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL KILL YOU BOTH!!!  GIVE ME MY CLOTHES BACK RIGHT NOW!!!!" With a disapproving expression on her face, Patty marched up to me.  She seemed a mile taller than me in my heels... I felt my knees go weak... She pushed me!!  I toppled over and landed awkwardly on my butt.  Splat!!  Tears welled in my eyes... "Don't swear to God, sweetie.  That's blasphemy.  Do that again and I'll wash your mouth out with soap." I - I didn't know what to say.  I just sat there, stunned. The doorbell rang. My heart leaped in my chest: Oh, no!!  That CAN'T be my friends!  It - it's too early!  It hasn't been 30 minutes yet... had it???  Oh GOD!!!  I - I can't let them see my in these kiddie clothes!  I CAN'T!!  It would be the end of my reputation!! Patty went to the door. "No - stop!!" I begged, on my feet and running after her.  "I need to change!  Don't you dare open it!  You can't!!"  I was sprinting at full speed... "Don't be silly, sweetie.  I live here."  She opened the door wide.  My momentum carried me to the middle of the doorway by the time I hit the brakes... OMG!!  I was now standing right in the middle of the doorway in these juvenile clothes.  Two cute college boys were standing in front of me, holding a clipboard.   I recognized them from the math department.  We served together on the Student Government Association... they were a pair of dopey frat boys who always made sexual jokes about everything: "That's what SHE said!  Har, har!"  They were the kind of "gentlemen" who'd stare at your tits while talking to you - and then stare at your ass when you leave. "Excuse me, little girl.  May we speak to your mother?" I just stood there numbly.  It took me several seconds until it dawned on me: He was talking to me!  I was the "little girl"!!!  They... they didn't recognize me...? "Uh...  I - I... uh..." "It's okay, sweetie," said Patty.  "Let me talk to the nice boys.  I know how shy you are." I looked down and tried to hide my face behind my hair. "Excuse me, ma'am," the boy said to Patty.  He... he didn't recognize me in these juvenile clothes.  OMG!  And... these brain-dead frat boys really thought Patty was an adult!  "We're here to raise donations for underprivileged children.  We could use your help." I should've been grateful not to be recognized, but I wanted to curl up and cry!  The two biggest horndogs in school!  And they acted like... I was a little girl!  Patty and Peter had taken away my adulthood!  My fists shook in rage.  There was NO TIME for this nonsense!  My friends were going to be here any minute and I NEEDED to change!!  I was NOT going to let them see me in these ridiculous baby clothes!  I couldn't!!  "I'm sorry," I said to the boy, perhaps a bit rudely, "but we can't help you at the moment.  Please go away." The boy gave me an annoyed stare.  "Excuse me, little girl, but big people are talking.  Shhh.  Go play with dolls, or something." "Dolls?!  Dolls?!" Argh!!  I was SO angry!!  I was just about to give this FRAT A-HOLE a piece of my mind when Patty said, "Oh, don't mind her.  She's a bossy little thing.  But she's right - we are in a bit of a rush... so here's what I can do..." Then she reached down at me... "Hey?  Wh - what are you doing?!  HEY!!  Don't touch me!  Get off of me!!" ....and she PULLED OFF my Dora the Explorer t-shirt!!!  Right there!!  Right off my body!!  With the door wide open - and the two frat boys watching!!  I was TOPLESS!! "Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!  Stop it - wait - that - that's my SHIRT!!!" I shrieked.  I was in shock!!  My nipples immediately began to swell... my arms flapped in hysterics.  OH NO!!  These frat boys had seen my bare little breasts!  Every inch!  I was frozen with fear! "Please accept this donation for goodwill, " Patty said.  "It's used, but still very nice.  In fact, let me throw in her shorts, too." "What?!!" The little brat reached to my waistline. "Stop!  No - the boys are watching!" I panicked. "Sweetie, this is for charity.  Don't be selfish!"  With one fell swoop, Patty pulled down my Disney Princeses shorts to my bare feet.  They were suddenly around my ankles - and my stupid pink unicorn panties were showing! "OH, NO!!  PATTY!!!  NO!!" "Hey, it's cool," one of the boys said, ruffling my hair in his hand.  "Unicorns are, like, totally awesome." I stepped out of the shorts and stood there in the doorway in nothing but little girl underpants.  Me!  The lady who normally only wears five-inch heels, form-fitted tops and designer dresses!  Me!  The mature, sophisticated Princess!  And there I was: Totally nude in the doorway, not even a drop of makeup on my face, wearing a pair of stupid pink unicorn undies!  It - it was almost more humiliating than being naked... "Yeah!" said the other, pinching my cheek.  "Unicorns are way cooler than your average horse.  Yo, what's this?"  He poked his finger in the middle of my bare torso. I looked down in a panic!  Oh no!  What now?! Instead he playfully grabbed my nose with his hand.  "Heh, heh!  Made you look!" Fucking dickheads... Patty handed them my clothes, bouncing her (mine!) foam chest as she moved.  And how the boys stared... "Thanks, ma'am!" replied the boys.  I wanted to die!!  If these boys only knew that the naked "little girl" they were eyeing was the same haughty Princess who used to run the Student Government Association meetings with an iron fist!  Ashamed, I re-covered my tiny little nips with my hands and pouted.  This was the most embarrassing day of my life!  Maybe the most embarrassing day of ANY life! But it got worse:  He turned to me and said, "And thank you, young lady!  Your contribution will help another little kid.  You're a hero, just like Dora the Explorer!"  He held out his hand for me to shake. I refused to move.  I mean... my hands were occupied!!  One nipple under each hand!!  Couldn't they see that?! "Sweetie, shake the nice boy's hand.  Don't be rude." "But he'll see my boobie!" I pathetically cried. Everyone laughed. "Don't be silly, sweetie," said Patty, towering over me in her (mine!) heels.  "The only one who cares about those teeny-tiny little things is you.  I swear, you're so determined to pretend you've developed adult boobs!" "Heh, heh!  Not yet!" laughed the frat boy.  "They want to grow up so fast, don't they?" "Yeah!" laughed the other.  "Be patient," he told me.  "You have years until you develop.  And when you do, I'll bet you'll be a real heart-breaker!" Seriously, KILL ME now!! "Stop being such a drama queen," Patty scolded.  "For crying out loud, you still wear unicorn underpants!" "But - but -" "Shake his hand!" With tears coming out of my eyes, I took my right hand off my nipple, exposing myself.  A wave of humiliation shook me to my core.  I held out my hand to him.  He grinned and shook.  And shook.  And shook.  With all kinds of neighbors and pedestrians walking by.  My tender nip began to crinkle and stiffen in the cool air... And shook.  And shook. Then he let go - and just before I could re-cover my tit, his friend shook!  And shook... and shook... Patty stood behind me.  "Do you want her undies, too?  She has a bunch of extra unicorn underpants upstairs." "NOOO!!!!  Absolutely not!!" I screamed. "Well," said the boy, still shaking my hand, "we accept undergarments, but you don't have to make her hand them over now.  She's so shy.  We can come back later." "Yes, but we are in a rush," Patty replied.  She pulled my unicorn panties down to my knees.  OMG!!  I - I nearly had a heart attack.  My pink, hairless pussy was now on display - to the two horniest, sleaziest frat boys in school!  I couldn't breathe.  Time seemed to stop. My pink, hairless pussy. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!  WAH!  WAH!  Not my unicorn undies!!  WAH!  WAH!"  I lost it and started bawling.  My bald little pussy!  My most private body part!  I could sense everyone's eyes on my crown jewel... there - there was nothing left to hide anymore.  Patty had stripped me of - of everything!  My "feminine mystique" had been completely taken away!  And the frat boys were just cracking up at the sight - cracking up at the naked little girl!  My nipples grew into rocks... and I could feel my clitty tingling again...  "WAH!  WAH! NOOOOOO!!!  Don't take away my unicorn undies!  Wah!  Wah!" "Oh, for heaven's sake!" Patty said in disgust.  "Fine, you can keep your favorite undies.  But shame on you for not helping charity."  She pulled my panties halfway up my thighs.  My pussy was still exposed.  I was close to fainting... and the stupid frat a-hole STILL wouldn't let go of my hand! When the boys finally left, Patty shut the front door.  I was crying and shaking, hiding my little nips in my hands, waddling in the baby undies.  I had NEVER been so humiliated!  NEVER!!  Peter threw me another Dora the Explorer t-shirt and Disney shorts from behind the sofa.  I pulled up my panties and hastily put the clothes on. "We have, like, 30 of those stupid baby shirts and shorts!" laughed Patty.  "Wasn't it fun to help the nice charity, sweetie?" "HOW DARE YOU, YOU GODDAMN BRAT!!!!  YOU - YOU SET ME UP!!!  YOU MADE ME SHOW THAT BOY MY NAKED CHEST AND VAGINA!!!  HOW DARE YOU!!!" I exploded.  I cursed.  I raged.  I shouted.  I ranted. Patty and Peter stood calmly... almost like they were waiting for something.  And of course, their calmness made me yell even louder... "YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T MAKE FUN OF ME!!!  BUT YOU DID!!  NOW GIVE ME BACK MY CLOTHES RIGHT NOW!!!!" Then the front door swung open.  A weird old guy was standing there, looking at us. "I heard screamin' and yellin'," he said.  "You kids alright?" Before I could answer, Patty - wearing MY dress and heels - responded: "My apologies, Mr. Bunyan.  I'm the new babysitter, and it seems that Patty just won't do what she's told, and now she is throwing a temper tantrum." "Shut up!!  You're not in charge!  I'm in charge!  Give me back my clothes!!" Patty rolled her eyes.  "See what I mean?" The old man looked down at me.  "Patty, say you're sorry to the nice babysitter.  Your mother would not approve." Peter was giggling his stupid head off!  I swear, I was going to STRANGLE him!  Call 911! "Stay out if this, Mr. Onion!" I challenged.  "I'm in charge and I'll deal with this on my own!  These snot-nosed PUNKS set me up!!  These aren't my clothes!  I'm the real babysitter!" The two kids gasped. "WHAT did you call me?!" the old man asked. "What?  I called you Mr. Onion.  So what I'm saying is th -" The crazy old man grabbed me by the arm and began pulling me out the front door!  I kicked and punched and dragged my feet, but he was too strong... and in these stupid clothes, I KNEW it made me look like a little kid who sorely needed a timeout... "Let go of me!!  You - you can't do this!!  I CANNOT go outside looking like this!!  I - I refuse!  I'm an ADULT!!  An adult LADY!!  NOOOO!!!" "No you're not.  Stop playing make-believe." He pulled me outside in that childish outfit.  Just as my friends had arrived: Steve.  Who had a crush on me... who I gleefully used as my personal slave. Rex.  Who I had a crush on... and was trying to seduce. Donna.  My archrival... who wanted nothing more than a chance to show me up. They all stared in amazement. "Oh my goodness!" squealed Donna.  "Look at her!  WHAT is she wearing?!  Is that... Dora the Explorer?  Ha!  Ha!  Ha!" "Aah!!  Help me!!" I cried.  "Mr. Onion thinks I'm a little kid!  But I'm not!  Tell him!" "Call me Mr. Onion again and I'll give you a bare-butt spanking!" said the old man, dragging me down the street!  To the park bench at the corner! OUT IN PUBLIC in this hideous outfit!! My "friends" broke into loud fits of laughter. "Babe, what happened to your titties?" Steve asked.  "What are you doing dressed like a little kid?" "There's nothing wrong with my tits!" I cried, trying to fight free of the old man's grip.  "I - I stuffed my bra before!  Sh - shut up!  But that doesn't make me a little girl!  I'm a grownup!!  Why won't anyone believe me?!" Donna let out a big belly laugh.  "You stuff your bra?!!!" "Shuddup, Donna!!" I blubbered, being pulled down the street.  "These kids - they tricked me!  But now this maniac Mr. Onion has me and -" "I warned you not to call me that!" said the old man, reaching the park bench.  "Patty, you know my name is Mr. Bunyan!  And now you're gonna find out what happens when bad girls mouth-off!" He sat down and effortlessly flipped me over his knee.  I pounded my fists and kicked as hard as I could, but he didn't even notice!  He didn't even flinch!  "I don't care what your name is!" I wailed. "You - you can't do this to me!  I'm a woman! An adult! An adult woman!!  I have rights!  HELP!!" "You have the 'right' to have a very red tushy!" the old man grumbled. He pulled down my puffy shorts - down my skinny legs and then off my body!  Just like that - like it was no big deal, stripping a girl in public!  My scrawny rear end was pointing at my friends... "Wow!" laughed Rex. "Sexy panties!" Oh no!! Those horrendous unicorn panties!  My CRUSH was seeing me in little kid underpants!!  I scrambled to put my hands over those awful underpants... "Nooooooo!!!" While I was wiggling on his lap, I felt a hand grab the back of my shirt and yank the fabric HARD!  The sheer force almost lifted me straight in the air!  So hard in fact, when the shirt came off my bare torso, my arms nearly came off with it! "Ow, ow, ow!!" I moaned, rubbing my arms.  "Watch what you're doing, you jackass!"  That hurt!  With tears in my eyes, I looked at my friends. All three were staring straight at my newly-exposed little titties!! "Eek!!"  I quickly covered myself... but by that point, what was the point?  They had already seen me... without any padding. My shameful, secret A cups. "Whoa... you really do stuff your bra!" exclaimed Steve.  "I had no idea!" "Ooh, do you see how tiny they are, Rex?" Donna cooed.  "There they are!  Like two little pimples!" "Shut up, Donna!!!  Shut up, Steve!!!  Rex!!  I beg you: Don't - don't look!!" Rex said nothing. While my hands were over my tits,  I felt Mr. Onion's hands grip the inside of my panties waistband.  His fingers felt so rough - he was so strong!  He yanked my girlish underpants off of me and tossed them into the distance.  No!!  No!!  No!! I was now as naked as the day I was born, draped over a stranger's lap - with my friends watching.  This... this was too much... "I see your little tushy!  Nya, nya, nya!" Donna teased.  "Guess WHO is about to go viral!!"  She pulled out her iPhone and aimed it at me... "NO, DONNA!!  NO!!" Wham!!  The first spank. That... that's not so bad, I thought.  I can handle this... preserve a scrap of my dignity.   Yes, this is humiliating as hell, but I'll take the spanking like an adult!  Then, when it's over, I'll look this Mr. Onion in the face and SMACK him good!  And I'll make Donna delete those photos... this will all be one big misunderstanding...  Yes!  I can take this.  And then everything will go back to normal. Wham!!  Wham!!  Wham!!  Wham!!  Wham!! It hurt!!!!  Oh, how it hurt!!!  Yoooowwwww!!!!  No - no I can't!  I - I can't take this!  I CAN'T!!! Wham!!  Wham!!  Wham!!  Wham!! Soon I was bawling and wailing, getting a bare-assed spanking at the hands of a stranger who had confused me for a little kid.  A crowd was forming around me... Wham!!  Wham!!  Wham!!  Wham!!  Wham!!  Wham!! "Wah!!  Wah!!  Wah!!" I blubbered, flailing my little limbs. Wham!!  Wham!! Finally!  It was over! Mr. Onion rolled me off his lap and onto the grass.  "Let that be a lesson, Patty.  Bratty little girls get punished.  I'm going to have to speak to your mother about this." My ass hurt so bad, I couldn't answer back!  I just wanted to rub my poor red butt in the cool grass!  I mean, the pain was so great, I couldn't even cover myself as I rolled and writhed, bawling like a newborn.  Everyone was watching: Rex, Steve, Donna (with her camera still aiming at me), Patty and Peter!  My legs were kicking, wide open!  WIDE OPEN.  My butthole was being spread as I rubbed my flaming-hot rear end, desperately trying to put out the fire!  My pint-sized body was on full display!  Tears were pouring down my face - this was the most humiliating experience of my life!  NOTHING could be more humiliating than THIS!! "Wah!!  Wah!!  Wah!!  My ass burns!  My ass burns!  Wah!!" I was wrong: "Hmm," Donna said, looking down at my exposed flesh.  "You mean in her 'adult' clothes, people treat her like a grownup - but in her 'kiddie' clothes, people revert to treating her like a little kid?  Sounds like the beginning of a fascinating psychology experiment!  We were going to the psychology expo anyway... but if we present this project to the professor, we're sure to get an  A+." "You mean... we should take away her padded bra and take her to the expo?  Looking like a little kid?  And record the results?" Steve asked. "Precisely!  I already have some wonderful footage on my phone!" "N - no!" I gasped.  "Please!  Don't make me show everyone what my body looks like!  You can't!!" Rex looked down, eyeing every inch of my exposed body.  I felt his eyes rake me over.  All over. I... just let him. I mean, I could have tried to cover myself - or curl into a ball.  But I didn't.  I just let him look me over, for as long as he wanted.  In fact, I even laid flat, spread my legs and arched my back.  My tits, my pussy - everything - see it all, Rex.  I looked him dead in the eyes and begged: Please!  Judge my body worthy!  Tell them I'm not a little kid!  Tell them I'm a beautiful woman!  Tell them I'm mysterious and glamorous!  Rescue me!  Restore my feminine mystique!  Make me a hot, sexy Princess again!! "I think it's a good idea," he finally said.  "And besides, you shouldn't be ashamed of what your body looks like.  Not at all!" I smiled at him, relieved BEYOND WORDS.  Oh, Rex... My nipples hardened... my pussy got moist... oh my... you - you understand me! "Don't be ashamed.  In fact, you look just like my little sister!  She hasn't developed yet either.  Maybe we can enroll you in her school for our experiment!" he continued. With Donna's laughter ringing in my ears (and her phone aiming at my crotch), I hastily re-covered my bare body, hiding my tiny tits and dripping pussy.  My face burned with anger.  His little sister?!  Who hasn't developed yet?!  And then I howled in fury. "Noooooooo!!!!!!  I'm not a little girl!!  I'm not!!  I'm not!!  I'm not!!" "Or we can take her to our school!" Patty exclaimed.  "We can tell everyone she's our little cousin!" "You can't!!!  I'm not a little girl!!!  I'm not!!!  I'm telling you, I'M NOT!!!!"  I rolled to my tummy and punched and kicked the ground, pointing my scrawny red ass at the crowd.  "NOOO!!!!" The next thing I knew, I was back in the Dora the Explorer shirt and unicorn panties, riding in the back seat of my friend's car.  Hellooooo psych expo... helloooooo my worst nightmare. END.