Monica and Simone had been best friends since the first grade. They virtually lived in each other's pockets, doing practically everything together. Their Mothers were good friends too, so it wasn't unusual to see them going out together in a group.

Today, their Mommies were taking them downtown for lunch, something the girls always saw as a huge adventure. They all met up at Monica's place to get ready. The girls went straight upstairs to get changed.

It is a well-known fact that young girls love getting undressed together, and Monica and Simone were no exception. Today, their Mommies were taking them for lunch downtown, and the girls were upstairs getting ready for their big adventure.

Off came their plain cotton housefrocks, followed by their t-shirts, singlets and slips. Soon the girls were stripped all the way down to their silky little panties, happily chattering about the day ahead. Their new clothes had already been laid out on the bed, along with some petticoats, vests and hair ribbons.

Simone immediately climbed into her light nylon crinoline, adjusting the band around her waist. It was so sheer that her thighs and panties were clearly visible through the material. Monica dawdled about in her underpants, chortling away in fluent child-speak. Suddenly, she noticed some bangles around Simone's wrist.

"Gee, those are pretty," Monica said, leaning in for a better look, "are they new?"

"Yeah, my Mommy bought them for me last week. She says they're 'friendship' bracelets." Simone paused, working one carefully down her forearm, "I want you to have this one, because you're my best friend."

"Wow, thanks!" Monica cried delightedly, then slipped the bangle over her right hand, "now we'll be friends forever!" The girls hugged each other warmly, then planted several gigantic kisses on each other's cheeks.

Just at that moment, Mrs Langton – Monica's mother – appeared at the doorway, just in time to see the impromptu cuddle fest. A huge smile spread across her features; there are few things as heart-warming as the sight of two little girls snuggling in their underwear. She immediately called out to Mrs Duval, Simone's Mom.

"Annette! Look at those two – getting ready in their pretty little panties!"

"Oh, aren't they just adorable? Quick, get a snapshot of them, Mary!"

"Good idea. Girls – look over here! Mommy's going to take your picture."

The girls shrieked with pink-cheeked pleasure, knowing they were going to be photographed in their underwear. Monica was particularly embarrassed, because she was wearing nothing but her underpanties. At least Simone had her frilly little slip on!

"Mommy!" Monica trilled in outrage, "we're not ready yet!"

"That's OK sweetie," Mrs Langton replied with some amusement, "little girls are allowed to run around in their undies."

The girls looked at each other and burst into tiny giggles. Both felt unspeakably naughty, yet it was so much fun, anyway.

"OK, then," Mrs Langton told them, "big smiles!"

The girls beamed at the camera, eyes glittering with silvery laughter. The first shots focused on Monica's baby-blue girlie-pants, paying special attention to their flimsy ruffled frills. Monica squealed in mock exasperation, turning her back and running across the room.

"Mommy, nooo! I'm only in my panties!"

Simone didn't fare much better. To make sure everything was fair, she had to hold her petticoat up to her chin. Standing on her tippy-toes, she raised her slip to reveal her shiny nylon panties. The camera whisked off six shots while Simone practically danced with outrage.

"Mommy, this sooo embarrassing!" she wailed, but couldn't help smiling all the while. Despite her protests, she clearly enjoyed showing off her underwear this way.

Once the "photo-shoot" was over, the women helped the girls on with their clothes, ignoring their pleas that they were old enough to dress themselves. Huge, delicious hugs were had all round, and the four headed downtown for a long day's shopping. Every time Simone looked at Monica, they both burst out laughing. It had been so much fun, and neither could wait to see how the photos turned out.

It was the beginning of a perfect day.

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