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Awe baby Tess! Thats so adorable and makes me happy for both her and Gabby! I'm shocked Gabby didn't check to see if Tess needed a change too lol. And Ffrances changed stance for Tess too, I'm thinking Tess does really want to be little little now.

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Part 2 I was doing okay. I had just bought house jointly with Aunt Christine, mom’s brother Bob’s widow. I was making reasonable money but property prices were very high in the town I worked. Plus Christine had just found a new teaching job in the same place. It made sense. The day we signed the papers on our new home Christine told me of her lovely visit with her friend Brian, a divorced father and his incredibly tall, clever and cute 11 year old daughter, Molly. We had nice home and good jobs. Alice, on the other hand; was a homeless, jobless and desperate ex con. She asked for my help. I felt she had caused her own problems. Yet I could not say ‘no’ to my desperate sister, despite her behaviour. So she moved in. Christine and I made it clear that we expected her to find a job. A-J lost her first waitress job and did not seem to be working too hard to find another. Her room was a tip. She was acting like a total brat for the first week of that summer. I was relieved that she gave up the ‘Goth’ image. However, she quickly found an almost equally frightening alternative. It was the ‘bimbo’ look. Her bras were even more pneumatic. Her beautiful red curly hair had already had all the black dye taken out. However she again arranged the hair to give a false impression of height. And it was again dyed, this time blond. The bimbo look was less unpleasant to look at than the Goth version.   I feared she was more likely to get herself pregnant (or be it with male help.). Her skirts and dresses were always well above the knees. She wore stockings more often than pantyhose. Christine was studying and preparing for her new post as deputy Principal at the local Junior High. She was hoping to write a book. One Tuesday things seemed to be going wonderfully. I thought that Alice was finally going to take responsibility. I was going able to save the extra cost of gasoline. Not that this was high, what with my hybrid car. Christine drove me in to the next town. But first we had to go to get Alice to the bus stop. If she was going the same way we were I would, of course, have driven her all the way. I had given ‘A-J’ money for her lunch and the bus fare so she could look for a job. I was hoping she would start to learn adult responsibility. She was indeed dressed as a modest, sober job seeker when I dropped her at the bus stop. For instance her skirt went well below her knees. Christine did some research with actual books and doc-uments at a local library. I did computer work. A job I thought would take 6 hours was over in less than half an hour. Christine had also found the information she wanted quickly. So we had a lovely lunch. During the lunch I met a lady I knew. She was Dr Mina Shah. Mina worked both as a General Practitioner and a Paediatrician. Just before I left for college Mina had treated both me and little Alice. She asked about Alice. I told the good doctor that Alice had behaved very badly, but that I thought that she had now learned her lesson. Then Christine remembered a lovely old movie in the listings for the TV that afternoon. So we drove home looking forward to a pleasant, relaxing afternoon. Christine and I were feeling good as we drove home. As soon as we reached the house we had the first shock. Christine’s car was gone. It had sentimental value for my aunt. It was also a classic with some financial value. My new home mate was very smart but not wonderfully organized. She literally did not remember the licence plate number. She was asked about it by the cops when she phoned. She agreed to ring them back. CRASH! I heard loud noise loud noise. My Prius had been rear ended in the driveway. I wondered about the damage. Then I saw Christine’s classic car, also a little damaged. The driver’s door of Christine’s car opened. Out came A-J. She was NOT dressed for a job interview, well not for any job I’d want her to apply for. Her dress scarcely covered her butt. I saw a man who seemed well into his 20s get out of the passenger door. I was incredibly angry. I thank fate, God, or whatever for something on the table. It was my hairbrush. I saw it just as the front door was opening. For 7 years I had used the implement I had taken from the sorority for my hair. Now I decided to return to its original use. I yelled as she opened the front door. ]“You stupid little brat. You know it won’t be legal for you to drive for years. How could you?” Then I took full advantage of being the stronger and bigger as well as the older sister. I dragged Alice to the sofa and across my knees. I did not need to pull her skirt out of the way. It was so short that my target was clear. In a second Alice’s sensual sexy panties were around her knees. Then I too hold of her hands with one hand and grabbed the hairbrush with the other. “What are you doing you …?” A-J could not think the right word. “I’m going to SPANK my naughty LITTLE sister. Something that’s long overdue.” The young man saw the first half a dozen blows. He saw Christine who had come down stairs. The man said: “I’m sorry, if I’d known she was that young I’d have never kissed her.” He then left. Within a minute Alice was crying and kicking desperate to escape. “This is child abuse, you can’t…” I ignored it and the spanking went on for half an hour. She was almost out of tears when I finished. She was also totally defeated. “Now, go to the corner, and leave your panties where they are. Oh and keep silent!” Alice obeyed. Then I talked to her. “Now Alice Joan you are 18, so what I did could not be child abuse. If you want to call the police, that’s fine. I think I will get a fine for a minor assault. But you, well you’ll go to jail for driving illegally and using a car without permission.” From that day, Alice’s life then changed totally. We did some research. Firstly we removed most of her intimate hair. Then we found a specialist bra shop. A-J had worn bras designed to give maximum emphasis to her chest. All those bras were given to a good will shop. Instead we found ‘training bras' tending to flatten her front. We also found folk who would fill in the ear (and other) piercings. During those trips Alice wore rather childish pink overalls. They turned out to be a disadvantage when I needed to take her into the lady’s room to get to the bottom of a tantrum she was throwing. For the big shopping expedition we chose Saturday because we knew it would be crowded. Except when we were in the car or Alice was actually in a bathroom stall either Christine or I held Alice’s hand very firmly. A lot of the time we both held hands with her. In department store after department store I came out with this line: “Alice is tall for a 9 year old, but still very childish. I am worried about her getting precocious. I think she thinks she should be treated as an adult. It’s not as if she’s mature for her age. Have you any suggestion? Think 7 rather than 11.” The 18 year old, dressed in pink elasticised pants and a pink sweatshirt just stayed silent.  

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