The Little One

Book One

By Richard Sinep

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My First Days

It was all I could do to force myself to face another morning. I lay in my bed trying to make myself fall back to sleep, but to no avail. The sun had risen high enough to stream through my window and make things too bright to fall asleep once again. Soon, my mother would be coming in and seeing that I was awake, force me to get moving.

Sure enough, just two minutes later in walks my mom and she pulls my covers away saying.

“Ok Kim, time to start the day lazy bones.”

“Morning Mom”

I walk to the bathroom and go through the morning ritual. I then walk down stairs for my juice and cereal. Once I have eaten breakfast, rinsed my bowl and glass, I head back upstairs to find out what stupid outfit my mom has laid out for me to wear today.

To really appreciate my plight in life, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m twelve years old, a boy, with a big problem. My big problem is I am one of the little ones. What is a little one you ask?

A little one is a child born during the test tube baby craze. This craze began when it was discovered that scientists found a way to dissect and then rebind DNA strands. Of course the beginning of all this started with animals and then progressed to fetal tissue and such. With enough money, anyone willing to pay the fees could start the process of creating their ideal child. My mother and her mother decided it was the best way to have a child without having to have a man around all the time. They both detest men now, but that’s another story.

Grandma and mom went to the clinic and did everything they were supposed to and the process began. Everything you could possibly think of was covered in the questions and selections offered which would end up being the requirements for their ideal child. Well, they had thought they had covered everything at the time.

The technicians put me together by slicing and dicing DNA strands until they had formed the complete double helix my Grandmother and mother desired. Well, almost anyway. The technicians worked hard and tirelessly putting me together and inserting me into one of my mother’s eggs. One thing they did not realize was that DNA strands are open to interpretation by the fetal stem cells. That is where my problem began. I turned out exactly as my Grandmother and mother wanted me to. Well except for one thing!

I have beautiful, thick, wavy blonde hair. I have two bright blue eyes and perfect vision. I am proportionate in every way and a pretty smart little dude if I say so myself. They wanted me to be borderline, handsome and pretty, and I am that to perfection. The handsome part wouldn’t come in until I reached maturation at about eighteen or twenty years old. Therefore, I am a very-pretty little boy, which has caused me endless problems, let me tell you! The one big problem is that I have stopped growing at two-feet, six and a half inches. I weigh a whopping thirty pounds and can’t gain anymore if I tried eating day and night. I know I tried to at least make myself fat and unattractive. It doesn’t work. All it does is make me pee a lot and have diarrhea for a week. So there you have it, a twelve year old pretty boy who looks like he should be in pre-school!

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I walk into my room and on my bed is the outfit I dislike the most. The Big Bird short set with matching underwear, socks, and sneakers. Get this, on my bed is a light blue tank top t-shirt and a pair of light blue underpants with a yellow Big Bird character on the front. The shirt is a light blue pullover with Big Bird where a pocket should be. The shorts are also the same light blue that has an elasticized yellow belt and no zipper at all. Big Birds are strategically placed where I should have two back pockets, but of course, there are no back pockets, only two, very small front pockets. My socks are yellow that match the belt and the Big Birds. My sneakers are light blue with yellow shoestrings and have a Big Bird on the toe part of each one. This outfit tells me one thing, and that is my mother and grandmother are going to force me to do something I won’t like!

This is their logic; dress me up as a little androgynous two-year old and take me to the mall. There they offer me the choice of picking out a few new outfits that I will like, but only if I agree to do whatever they are asking me to do. It works though, and every time, darn it!

Now there are some pretty cool outfits you can purchase for little kids like me. I know I have bought a few in the past during a few of these bribery sessions. I have a few nice suits and even some denim shirts and jeans that are cool to wear. Unfortunately, swimwear choices suck big time! I ended up getting a Speedo suit and a swimsuit that’s like a pair of shorts, but they both suck big time. The Speedo suit fits like a glove and pushes Mr. Winky and friends back inside of me.

My testicular canal never closed and my testicles slip back inside these cavities much too easily. Well, Mr. Winky is the size of a two year old and you know how big that is, NOT! It’s so embarrassing to get a hard on, let me tell you! My other swimsuit has a silky inner liner that rubs Mr. Winky to distraction and I find myself with an embarrassing hard on each time I wear it. My mother and grandmother think it looks cute! Try picturing a little kid with half of a Crayola crayon sticking straight out in his swimsuit. You get the picture?

Anyway, I get dressed in my pre-school outfit and my mother straps me into my car seat. Oh yeah, that’s another thing! In this stupid country, if you are under a certain size and weight you have to be strapped into a car seat! I fall into that category and am now strapped into a car seat every time we go anywhere thanks to my mother and grandmother both getting warning tickets by the cops.

On the way to the mall, they drop the bomb on me. They are both going on a business trip to Europe and I can’t go for obvious reasons. We did try once and I couldn’t even make it out of the country no matter enter a foreign one! When my mother gave the customs officer my passport, we were immediately taken into another room and questioned. After about six hours and a bunch of hassles, they told my mother that she would have even more problems trying to enter another country with me. I was only eight then, imagine the hassles we would have with me trying to pass myself off as the twelve-year old that I am and looking the way I do.

Anyway, I am to spend the summer with my Aunt Gwen and two cousins, Jenny and Penny. Aunt Gwen is a proud member of ‘Take men for everything and leave them nothing’ club. That’s what she did to my Uncle Bob. He had owned one of those movie rental places and now it’s my Aunt Gwen’s business. She now owns three more and a dress shop that caters to girls from infants to their early teens. She has lots of mother and daughter outfits and styles. I know because just for fun I had to wear one of those when we visited a few years ago. Just for fun she had said. Some fun, my mother and she had a blast as did my cousins, but me? Nope, no fun at all!

So, I milk them for all it’s worth and buy more than just what is required. They go along with it to easily though. This has me worried a little because it was too easy! Anyway, I did get the new portable Sony play-station out of the deal and three games to go with it. This thing even plays CDs and DVDs! I got a few CDs and two movies for it as well. This might not turn out so bad after all. My Aunt has her own house and pool that is located in one of those secure upscale housing developments. You know the kind; there is a gate and a security officer you have to check in at when you want to get into the place. They have a great recreation center for kids there. It even has a small four lane bowling alley and a rollerblade and skateboard park. Tennis courts and everything else like that. They even have a computer centre that is supervised by resident geek heads and has all those protection things to keep us off of the questionable web sites. At least I can email mom and grandmother wherever they are staying. You can guess how many friends I have, none! No kids, but a few of the grown ups I know are friends with me. Like my teachers and guidance counselor. Oh and the librarians at the library. Once they found out I was telling the truth about my age they are always helping me.

Anyway, I am going to fly to Connecticut and my aunt and cousins will pick me up at Bradley International Airport. Then it’s an hour and a half drive to Mystic, where they live. It’s right on the ocean and there is even an old whaling seaport that is restored there. It has old whaling ships and the whole town restored to what it was back during those days. I cannot wait to see it; we could not go do to weather the last time I was at my aunt’s house.

It turns out that my mother needs to hire a companion for me. They will not let me fly by myself because of my size. I am twelve-years old, but for some reason, they just smile and insist I have a companion or I do not fly. Well, my mother hires someone, but I don’t get to meet her until the morning I leave.

My mother and Grandmother pack the stuff I have picked out and I watch them to make sure that is what they put in the boxes to be sent by United Parcel Service to my aunt’s house. You know that service, the ones with the big brown trucks. They pack everything I want them too and it will be at my aunt’s house well before I arrive there. That means I only have to bring a small carryon case that has my games, movies and CDs in it. Oh, and a couple of pull ups just in case. I am twelve, but still have a bladder the size of a two-year old. I’m really good at holding it, but once my bladder is real full, I have to find a bathroom real fast or I have an accident. We found out that pull ups are essential for long trips, especially those in which I am strapped in and can’t move around. By the time we find a place and I get un-strapped, it is often a little late. I can’t use a bottle or anything because of the position the car seat holds me in. It would only spill back out all over me, so I wear pull ups, and they aren’t so bad. My mother gets me the plain white ones and I wear my underpants over them. They only show if I’m wearing something tight because they swell up when they get wet.

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Everything is going as planned; the house has been prepared for a lengthy absence. The mail is being forwarded to my aunt’s house and the newspapers will be picked up by one of our neighbors each morning. We have a lawn service so the yard will be maintained and the lights are on a timer so it looks like someone is home. We have Brinks Security and they will send a patrol car by periodically. My mother informed me that UPS had picked up my boxes a week ago and they should be at my aunt’s by now. My mother and grandmother will be leaving a day after I do, so they will be taking me to the airport with my companion.

Ok, my mother has me scrub everywhere and she shampoo’s and conditions my hair. I really don’t like that because she just walks in while I’m in the tub like I’m still a little kid. Then she has the nerve to check me over to make sure I’m real clean! She always says.

“Kim, you haven’t changed at all since I changed your diapers, so don’t even think of being embarrassed.”

Even my grandmother thinks nothing of walking in on me while I’m on the toilet or in the tub. It gets real bad when she buys me an outfit because she insists on dressing me in it. I keep telling them I can dress myself, but they just say that it makes them feel good if they can do this, every once in a while. I don’t like it, but I put up with it. I don’t have a choice really, it’s either I let them or they get mad and that makes things worse. One time I through a fit and I ended up spending the day in diapers and a t-shirt! They said if I acted like a baby, they would dress and treat me like one. I don’t throw fits anymore!
I wake up and go to the bathroom, have my breakfast, go back up to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I walk in my bedroom and there they are waiting for me. Yup, they want to dress me up, so I let them. At least it’s one of my cool outfits. By cool I mean they look cool. My ‘Johnny Cash’ western-wear outfit and cowboy boots. Everything is black and my shirt has white pearls snap buttons on the front, on the pockets and three on each cuff. My black pants and cowboy boots with the white stitching topped off by my black cowboy hat. I have my pocket watch with the gold chain hanging out of my pocket a little bit. My black leather belt, with my name on the big, round, brass, belt buckle around my waist. My blonde hair tied in a ponytail falls down to between my shoulder blades. I look cool as hell man!

My grandmother has bought me two rings for each hand, one for my ring finger and one for my pinky finger. The ones on my ring fingers have blue stones that match my eyes and the ones on my pinky fingers look like diamonds. I like them, they look cool and my grandmother always likes to get a hug and kiss from me when she makes me happy like this. My mother, not to be outdone by her mother, gives me two sets of stud earrings. They match the rings stones. I choose the shiny blue stone to put in my left ear that is pierced. I put the three that are left in my carry on bag. My new carry on bag is a little weird, but cool I guess. It is shiny black like my boots, but it has a zipper for the main compartment and snap closures for the other smaller compartments. The cover is a flap that has two big snaps on the front to hold it closed. The snaps have covers that look like butterflies of all things made out of shiny stones of different colors. My mother shows me how to put the strap over my shoulder and have the butterflies facing the inside. That’s cool; it looks just like a shoulder bag now. I wish it had handles on it like my other one, but it is easier carrying it this way.

The doorbell rings, and my grandmother goes to answer it. When my mother and I get downstairs I get to meet my companion for the trip. Her name is Patty and she is eighteen-years old. She is very pretty and looks very athletic. She became my companion by answering an advertisement my mother dropped off at the college. In return for being my companion, my mother paid for her ticket to Connecticut. My mother interviewed four college students, two being guys and two being girls. The other girl was an airhead my mother said, and she did not feel comfortable sending me with college boys. Patty looks nice and she seems friendly.

It is now time and we go out to the car and I get strapped into my car seat. Thank goodness for air conditioning! It sure is hot outside today. Patty sits next to me and right off she thinks I’m a girl. She says.

“What’s a pretty little girl like you doing all dressed up like a cowboy?”

“Um, I’m a boy and I like the way I’m dressed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Kim, I made an assumption and that was wrong of me. You do look very nice, but you are going to be very hot dressed in all black.”

“I am? Why will I be so hot?”

“Black absorbs the sunlight and heat. It would have been better if you had worn all white. White reflects the sunlight and heat.”

“Oh, well we’ll be inside most of the time, so I’ll be alright.”

She was right though; the sun shining through the window was making me sweat like crazy. I had to take off my cowboy hat my head was sweating so much. She saw my wet hair and she said.

“Oh Kim, your hair is all sweaty now. Let me brush it out, that will help dry it and it will make you feel cooler.”

She unfastened my car seat straps, had me lean forward, undid my ponytail, and started brushing my hair. That felt nice and she just kept brushing, so I let her. She took out a comb once my hair was dry again and parted it down the middle so it fell on both sides of my head and off my back. It did feel much cooler that way. She then refastened my car seat straps.

My mother and grandmother took turns giving me the rules for when I was at my aunt’s house. While I was there, she was my legal guardian and that meant she had as much right over what I did as my mother had. I was to mind her at all times and do everything she asked without fussing or my aunt could punish me as she saw fit. My grandmother added that she knew how I had been punished before when I through a fit. OH NO, not that again! My two cousins would just love that one! The two girls were sharing a bedroom now and I would have Penny’s bedroom while I was there. I was to respect her things and remember that I was only sleeping in the room, so I wasn’t to change anything. All the other things they said were the standard stuff, so I won’t tell you about those.

My two cousins are pretty neat girls though. They aren’t mean to me or anything like that, but they are girly girls! Jenny is twelve and Penny is ten. They both are into dancing ballet and singing in choir. I sing too, so the last time I was there, we used there Karaoke machine and had a blast making believe we were a star singing group. They showed me a couple of dances that I had to practice and then we put on a show for the grown ups. They loved us, so I think we will be doing that again. I did have to put up some resistance to the costume they wanted me to wear though. I wasn’t into pretending to be a girl, so I just wore a short set my mother had brought with her for me to wear. I didn’t like it, but it was better than the dress the girls wanted me to wear!

We arrived at the airport and pulled up to the parking gate lady. She handed my mom a ticket and a lollipop for me. We parked and I asked Patty to put my hair back into the ponytail, it was still parted down the middle. She did, but had to do it again when I tried to put my cowboy hat on, the ponytail she gave me was up to high and in the way of my hat. I’ll have to watch this girl on this trip! We had to walk to a certain section to catch a mini-bus that would take us to the right place. I was flying Delta and they would have to be on the opposite side of where we parked. By the time the mini-bus arrived, I was a sweaty mess. Patty was right about wearing the black outfit. IT WAS HOT! Sweat was pouring down my face and into my eyes; the saltiness stung my eyes as well. My mother picked me up and carried me into the bus and we sat at the back. Oh, but I got another lollipop from the driver as we passed him. He told us it would be about ten minutes before we arrived at our destination. Once we sat down my mother started washing my face with some baby wipes she always seemed to carry with her. That felt real good and it cooled me down fast, the mini-bus was air-conditioned and that helped a lot as well. My grandmother started brushing my hair and continued that until it was dry once again. She tied my hair up into a ponytail, but she couldn’t or wouldn’t use the hair tie I had in before because it was sopping wet from sweat. So, she used the only one they could find and it was Patty who supplied it. Great, just what I needed, a white frilly lace Scrunchie! My grandmother made it a high ponytail, high enough that my cowboy hat hid the Scrunchie. Thank goodness for that!

We had to stop and pick a few people up on the way and one old lady, older than my grandmother sat next to us and began to make a big fuss over me. She asked me my name and it just took off from there, it was horrible for me, but I behaved and just let her ramble while I smiled. I knew better than to cause a fuss now.

“Oh what a pretty little thing you are. What is your name child?”

“Um, Kim Taylor, ma’am.”

“Oh, what a pretty name for such a pretty little girl. Where are you flying to Kimmie?”

“Bradley International ma’am.”

“That’s wonderful Kimmie, I’m flying there myself. I have a meeting with my business partner; we own a few dress shops together.”

“I’m spending the summer with my Aunt Gwen and two cousins, Jenny and Penny. My aunt has a dress shop for girls and their mothers.”

“That wouldn’t be Gwen Parker would it Kimmie?”

“Um, yeah, that’s my aunt and cousins last name, Parker.”

“This is a small world isn’t it? I know your Auntie Gwen very well. She is a stubborn woman though. I wanted to buy her shop, but she loves it so, she refused to sell. She happens to be my strongest competitor in Connecticut.”

The old lady laughed then and looked over to my mother and grandmother. They started talking after they introduced themselves. That’s when things began to really get even weirder than they were before.

“I’m Mrs. Lilly Rand, you probably heard of my shops and children’s pageants.”

“Oh, yes I have Mrs. Rand. I’ve seen your commercials and heard of your pageants through my sister Gwen. My name is Ms Laurie Taylor and this is my mother, Ms Judy Taylor. You have met my son Kim. This is Patty Lewis; she is my son’s companion for his trip to Connecticut.”

“Hello, nice to meet you all. You said your son Ms Taylor?”

“Yes, this is my son Kim, he’s twelve and on his way to spend the summer with my sister as his grandmother and I are going abroad for business this summer for three months.”

“Pardon me for sounding a bit contradictory, but Kim hardly looks like a twelve-year old boy. Sorry Kimmie, but you must admit, you look more like a two-year old little girl. You are kidding me aren’t you Ms Taylor?”

They chuckled, especially my grandmother! I was getting a little peeved now, especially since it seemed that my situation was funny to them.

“Please call me Laurie, and no, I’m not kidding. Kim is a TTB and one of the Little Ones as they are called these days.”

They went through the please call me this and that routine and they were all on a first name basis now, including Patty. It was explained to Lilly that I age about one year, to every six years of normal people lives. So, at twelve-years old, I am actually the age of a two-year old. This really intrigued Lilly a lot. She asked a lot of questions and then posed an offer in the way of a confirmation. She said.

“So, Kimmie here will stay young looking for many years to come. Have you ever considered having Kimmie become a child model? It would mean a very considerable amount of income and his career would last for years and years. Let me give you my card, this is my private and secured line. I would like to set up at least a photo session. I would of course let you have this as a beginning portfolio for Kimmie at no cost. I could also keep contact with you through your sister Gwen. I planned on paying her another visit this trip, and making her an offer she could hardly refuse. After all, she does have the very successful movie rental businesses.”

They talked more as we arrived at our destination finally. Lilly stayed with us all through the check in and seeing that we had another two hours before my flight was called, we stayed together and she invited us into the VIP Travelers suite for Delta. I guess she flew a lot and she has a membership in the VIP Delta Lounges. That’s a place in each airport that Delta flies out of that lets you stay and drink, eat and a few other things. You can meet pilots and the stewardesses of Delta there too. They all go there if there is time.
Once we made it into the VIP lounge, Mrs. Lilly Rand was greeted like an old friend by most of the people there. She also met up with another lady about my mother’s age, in her late twenties or early thirties. My mother had just turned twenty-nine and she said she would never get any older than that. Well, things went from weird to weirder the second my mother made me remove my cowboy hat. She said no one wears a hat indoors. I took it off and then remembered the stupid Scrunchie I had for my ultra high ponytail, oops.

I guess that’s all that Mrs. Rand needed to see and she launched into her spiel about me becoming a model for her again. Before I knew what was happening, I was in this huge ladies room and being undressed down to my underwear! This other lady with Mrs. Rand took a bunch of measurements and noticed I had a pull up on underneath my underpants. She just smiled and added a note on her pad. That procedure done, I used the opportunity to use the toilet, and I was dressed in my black outfit again. My mother ended up signing something that I had to sign too. It was permission for Mrs. Rand’s company to take my picture while I modeled some of her children’s clothes and pageant wear. My mother told me to keep a copy in my pocketbook to give to my aunt Gwen. Pocketbook? I didn’t have a pocketbook, just my carry on bag. I guess that’s what she meant. Anyway, I also found out that my cowboy boots had a two and a half-inch heel. Mrs. Rand’s lady friend had commented that I walked great in heels for one so young. It turns out that this other lady was her executive secretary. Her name is Doris. I like the heels on my cowboy boots, they make me look a lot taller and I need all the help I can get!

I got treated to some neat snack foods, little hot dogs wrapped in a biscuit and some mini-pizza. I had a root beer float and then we heard the first call for my flight. We checked in at the desk and Mrs. Rand had Patty and my tickets changed. We are now flying first class and will be sitting near Mrs. Rand and her secretary Doris. I got my final instructions, hugs and kisses from my mother and grandmother. They left as soon as we started boarding. I guess first class and the handicapped passengers boarded before the regular passengers. I still could not wear my hat, so everyone thinks I am a girl. The stewardess kept calling me Miss or Missy. I told her my name was Kim, and I was called Kimmie from then on by everybody.

Doris asked me if I still had accidents in my panties. JEEZ! I told her I didn’t wear panties and she just chuckled and asked me if I still had accidents in my underpants. I told her I wore pull ups just in case. I said I didn’t have accidents that much anymore, only when I had to go and there were no bathrooms close by. I mostly just leaked a little if I had to wait to long to go. Then she really embarrassed me by asking me if I still had accidents with pooh-pooh! JEEZ! I said no way, only if I got diarrhea and I only got that if I got sick or ate too much. That’s how I had to explain that I never gained any weight past my twenty-five pounds. JEEZ, why is she asking me these embarrassing questions any way? She wrote some more in her notebook and smiled at me.

Now first class is real cool! The seats are huge and the stewardesses treat you extra nice and serve you everything and anything you want, as much as you want! Then there was a little problem. I was too small for the seat and seatbelt. That’s when the stewardess brought out a special seat for me. I guess you would call this one an airplane seat. Stupid pink one with Barbie stuff all over it, JEEZ! I got strapped in and we were soon moving slowly. Then we stopped and soon we started going faster and faster. That’s when I felt and heard a loud bump and than we were airborne. I had a window seat and it was real cool seeing everything get smaller and smaller. Soon, we were up in the clouds and that was even cooler!

I asked for and got my play station and started playing my newest game using the head phones. The stewardess attached a tray to my special seat and gave me some appetizers and a sippy cup of milk. The ladies all got some kind of drinks and were busy chatting. Every time I finished my sippy cup, the stewardess refilled it with something. I had cherry juice, chocolate milk, cherry soda, and then some more cherry juice. I had to pee, so the stewardess undid my straps and helped me to the bathroom. She asked me if I needed help going potty! JEEZ! I told her I could do it myself and she says, ‘Good girl.’

I climbed up on the toilet and did my business and then tried to wash my hands, but I couldn’t reach the sink. The stewardess gave me some hand wipes to use. She carried me back to my seat because she said we were running into some turbulence. I was fastened into my seat extra tight this time. I kept playing with my play station and using the headphones because the ladies wanted to talk and didn’t want to listen to the sounds of my game. I kept playing, but had to switch to a music CD because of the turbulence, we were trying to get above a storm and it was shaking the airplane. I had to pee again, but the stewardess said I had to wait a little while longer. That’s when Doris looked at me and smiled. JEEZ! It didn’t help my situation me being strapped so tight and with the airplane bumping around, but a little while later we were flying nice and smooth again. I felt myself leaking a bit and the stewardess finally came and undid my straps again. I had to take my carry on bag with me because that’s where my extra pull ups were. The stewardess had to get it for me and by then I was really leaking. I made it to the bathroom just as my bladder let loose and I saw that Patty had come with me.

Well, she told me just to finish peeing while she undid my belt and pants. I really peed a lot thanks to all those drinks I had had. She sat me on the toilet after she ripped my pull up off of me. The sides rip away easily on pull ups. That’s when she took off my boots, pants and underpants. My underpants had gotten a little wet around the legs. I had to go poop as well and told her that she could leave me and I would get dressed myself. That’s when she told me my mother had told her if I had any accidents she should wash me up and redress me. She had to check to see if I had gotten any rashes. JEEZ, I only get rashes when I stay wet for a while and I had just gone a little while ago, so I knew I did not have a rash, but she insisted. I finished and that’s when she used baby wipes on me. She looked me over real closely and then started putting the ointment stuff on my front and bottom.
“Hey Patty, I only need that if I have a rash and I don’t have one.”

“I’m sorry Kimmie, but you do have a rash. It must be because of all the sweating you did earlier. It’s ok Sweetheart, I’ve changed a lot of baby’s diapers in my day. Now for just a touch of baby powder in your new pull up and we can get you dressed again.”

I see that she has brought a big pink plastic bag with her and she has a bunch of baby stuff in it. She takes out this extra thick pull up with pink colored writing on it, it says ‘PRINCESS’ and it has pink colored lacey edges all over it! I tell her I have my own, but she says mine leaked last time and this one won’t leak. I said I would use one of mine and she then told me it was this one or a disposable diaper, she had both. JEEZ! I let her put the stupid pink one on me. She helped me get dressed again, minus my underpants this time. My pants were tight now because of the thick pull up, but at least it didn’t show to obviously that I was wearing a pull up. She washed my face and hands with a baby wipe and then carried me back to my special seat. The stewardess came by and fastened me in again, not as tightly as last time. She offered me more to eat and drink, but I had had enough so declined her offer. The ladies all had another drink and were laughing more than usual. I think they were getting tipsy!

Doris looked at me and said.

“So Kimmie, you had one of those rare accidents didn’t you?”

“Um, yeah, but I’m ok now.”

That’s when Patty whispered something to them and they all looked at me smiling and stared at my crotch. I knew she had told them what I was wearing underneath now, JEEZ!
I put my headphones back on because I didn’t want to hear anymore and listened to my new music CD. Hey, this isn’t my new CD! This one started out saying, “Welcome to the world of beauty pageantry” and it gave a bunch of information about kid’s beauty pageants. What the heck was this? It did have a musical background to it, but mostly all you heard were this lady and a young girl telling you about what you needed to do and wear at these things. Mrs. Rand gave me a little booklet to read along with the CD she had slipped into my play station. JEEZ, these girls had to have their hair done, make up, finger and toenails polished, super frilly short dresses with equally frilly underwear and slips! Even their socks or stockings were frilly. Their shoes were all shiny and then it went into stuff like sports wear and swimwear. They had to act like models and walk down a runway and everything. There is a talent portion where you had to sing, dance, play an instrument or perform some other skill like saying poetry or do magic tricks. At the end I saw that they won big trophy’s, money and sometimes got a modeling contract or a part in a commercial for TV. The thing ended and I was wondering why Mrs. Rand made me listen to it and read the booklet. I took off my headphones and handed her the CD and booklet back.

“No Kimmie, you keep those. You are going to have to know all about pageants and what you will be required to do.”

“Um, ME? But I’m not a girl, and this stuff is for girls.”

“Oh, but Kimmie, you and your mother have signed a contract with me remember? You are to do some modeling and photo shoots for my company.”

‘Yes, but I didn’t know I had to wear girl’s stuff.”

“Oh, but Kimmie, that’s all my company makes and the other part is pageantry. What did you think you would be modeling for me? I only have dress shops and the young girl’s pageants. Your mother knew all this when she signed the contract, I’m sorry, but you are stuck now. There is no way out of the contract unless you have a few thousand dollars to buy it back from me.”

“But, Mrs. Rand, I’m a boy! What will everyone think seeing a boy dressed up in girl’s stuff and being in a girl’s pageant?”

“Oh Sweetie, don’t worry about that. You look like a little girl even when you are dressed up in boy’s clothing.”

Now those comments, made me feel like I was in deep doo-doo!

Patty just chuckled, Doris smiled and wrote some more in her notebook, Mrs. Rand smiled and then added a few more comments that just ruined the summer for me.

“Now Kimmie, when we land I will be speaking to your Auntie Gwen all about this. You will have to show her your copy of the contract that you have in your pocketbook. That’s a very pretty pocketbook you have by the way, and we do love your Scrunchie that you used in your hair, it makes you look even prettier.”

OH JEEZ, what have I gotten onto now?”

Mrs. Rand popped my music CD I had been listening to, back into my play station and I lost myself in the music coming from my headphones. I didn’t want to hear anything else!

Soon enough, the stewardess came by and told me I had to put my music away. Then she strapped me tightly into my special seat. It wasn’t long after that, that we started descending real quickly. The ground got closer and closer as I watched things on the ground grow larger and larger. We were just over the tree tops when we swooped down and landed with a bump and the engines sounded real loud as we slowed and then turned onto the ramp to our gate. As we got closer we stopped and a little tractor hooked up to us and pulled us in to the gate. I looked up at a row of big windows and saw my Aunt Gwen, Jenny and Penny waving at me. I waved back and then Jenny pointed to me and all three waved like crazy. I was happy to be here finally and it looks like they are happy to see me. When we came to a stop again, the stewardess opened up this big door and then came over to me as everyone else was getting their stuff. First she told me what a good little girl I was and that the captain had given me a special medal because I was such a good girl. She pinned these pink wings on my shirt, all I could see was that it had writing on it and two pink ribbons that hung down from the centre of the wings. Oh brother, of course she also handed me a big lollipop. I was taken out of my special seat and handed to Patty. She carried me off the plane, so I couldn’t get that stupid pin off of my chest before we met my aunt and two cousins. Patty had that stupid big pink bag and my carry on bag slung over her shoulder as she was holding her bag in one hand and me in her other one. Auntie Gwen and my cousins went nuts when they saw me come out of the exit ramp. Now that exit ramp wasn’t a ramp at all, it was like a long hallway! Patty handed me off to my aunt, me holding that stupid big lollipop still. Auntie Gwen held me away from her in midair for a few seconds while she looked me over and stared at the pin on my chest and the stupid Scrunchie in my hair. Now why didn’t I take that out?

“Well, it looks like you were well behaved to get an award like this, Princess of Delta Airways.”

She chuckled and put me down so my cousins could mob me to death. That’s when my Auntie saw Mrs. Rand and she frowned a little bit. Mrs. Rand invited us all into the VIP lounge at this airport and quickly added something about my mother and me signing a contract with her. Patty gave me a hug and a kiss and passed my carry on bag and the big pink plastic bag to my cousins. She took my cowboy hat out of the big plastic bag and handed it to me and said her goodbyes. She also had someone waiting for her. It looked like her boyfriend because he was holding flowers and they ran to each other and kissed. My cousins giggled and said he looked dreamy, JEEZ.

I went to put my cowboy hat on, but my aunt took it away from me saying I shouldn’t be wearing it indoors. I went to take the Scrunchie out and she stopped me from doing that as well. JEEZ! Then, I went to unpin that stupid pin from my chest and she wouldn’t let me do that either. Penny then handed me my carry on bag and said.

“Here Princess Kimmie, take your pocketbook.”

OH JEEZ! Jenny then added.

“It’s ok Kimmie; I’ll carry your pretty diaper bag for you.”

My aunt spoke up and said.

“Ok girl’s, that’s enough teasing your cousin. Kimmie has flown a long way to be with us, so let us treat each other like family, shall we?”

Jenny spoke up.

“Ok Mommy, sorry Kimmie, we didn’t mean anything, we were just fooling with you.”

We headed off to the VIP lounge and we got a table. Mrs. Rand was greeted here just like at the other airport. She must fly a lot! I had to get my copy of the contract out of my bag and give it to my aunt Gwen. That’s when we were given more appetizers and drinks. Yup, I got another sippy cup of juice! My cousins giggled and I turned red.

While my cousins and I chatted, my aunt and the other two ladies talked real serious for awhile. While they were doing that one of the waitresses came over and gave me a coupon good for fifty dollars at a place called the emporium. She said,

“I see that you were a real good girl during your flight and we reward our VIP members for being a Princess of Delta Airways. You can use that coupon to get your other ear pierced and pick out some real pretty earrings.”

All I could do was, thank her and I handed the coupon to my cousin Penny telling her they both could use it. That got them excited and I got more hugs and kisses. They both already had their ears pierced twice in each ear!

Auntie Gwen looked over at us when the girls squealed when I handed them the coupon. She held out her hand and Penny gave it to her. She looked at it, looked at me and then smiled.

A few minutes later I watched Auntie Gwen sign something and everyone looked real happy. Mrs. Rand and my aunt shook hands and then my aunt told us it was time for us to go. We stopped long enough for my aunt to ask the waitress where the Emporium was and she gave her directions. I guess my cousins would be getting more earrings before we left the airport. It was a long way to their house, so we probably wouldn’t be coming back here until I was going back home.

Since I didn’t have any baggage to pick up, we went straight to the Emporium. My Auntie Gwen then said.

“Ok Kimmie, you need to pick out some pretty earrings for yourself.”

“Um, Auntie, I already have two sets of new earrings. I have them in my carry on bag.”

“Oh, well get them out of your pretty pocketbook and let me see them.”

I did that and showed her the blue and white crystal studs.

“Oh Kimmie, these are very pretty. We will use them to get your ears pierced with. After that we can pick out some other kind for you, other than studs.”

“Um, Auntie Gwen, I already have me ear pierced.”

“Well Kimmie, you are going to have to get your other ear pierced as well now. No model that is going to do you kind of modeling only has one ear pierced. Let’s go see the lady and get that done right now.”

That’s when my aunt picked me up and carried me to the counter. She talked to the lady for a few seconds telling her I needed more piercing done and the lady opened a half door and I was soon sitting in my Auntie Gwen’s lap while she sat on a stool. She held my arms while the lady made one mark on my pierced ear and two other marks on my other earlobe. My aunt handed her my stud earrings and the lady put them in a cup of something that smelled like alcohol. She put one in this gun thing and pop! Pop, and pop again. OUCH, that stung! I now had one white and one blue crystal stud in each earlobe. JEEZ!

I received another lollipop for my troubles. The lady showed my aunt where some good earrings were and Auntie Gwen picked out about six pairs for me! She let my cousins pick out a couple of pairs for themselves as well. JEEZ, what am I going to do with fancy hangy-downy earrings like these?

My Auntie paid for everything after we used my coupon, there was still a ninety-eight dollar bill after I had used my coupon! We all walked hand in hand out of the airport and waited once again for a mini-bus to take us to my Auntie’s car. I put my cowboy hat back on the second we were outside and began to sweat again just as fast. Luckily, the Mini-bus showed up just seconds later and we boarded, my Auntie carrying me into the bus. The lady driver smiled at me and handed each of us kids a lollipop. We all sat down right there in the front of the bus while it waited there for a few more minutes. No one else got on and we were soon at the parking section Auntie had parked her car in. My Auntie carried me the whole way even though I told her I could walk on my own. She just said it was a lot quicker when she carried me. Well, I have to admit it is quicker; my little legs aren’t as fast as their longer ones.

We were soon at my Auntie Gwen’s car, it turned out to be a new, huge Hummer II! Wow, this is great, it sure looked fancy and it sure is big! All the windows had a blue tint to them, I just wish it wasn’t painted like it was, but at least it was a fancy high dollar Hummer II! The paint scheme is pink and white. The pink is painted like shiny satin and the white looks just like lace and ruffles. The sides had “Gwen’s Sugar and Spice Boutique” painted in a real fancy script style writing. My Auntie Gwen asked me if I liked it, she knew I did by the huge smile on my face, but I told her I loved it because I think she wanted to hear me say it.

She opened the doors by remote control and let the heat escape before we all piled in. That’s when I saw the stupid car seat she had gotten for me. This one is more girly than the one I had to be strapped into on the plane! JEEZ, it is pink and white just like the Hummer is painted and has the white lace stuff covering all the straps! I just stood there with my mouth hanging open like an idiot. My Auntie just smiled as she lifted me into the Hummer and then into this horrible car seat. I was strapped in tightly while my aunt said.

“Now Kimmie, don’t get upset Sweetie. I ordered this made when I bought the vehicle. I told them I wanted it to match the Hummer’s colors, but I had meant the interior. They thought I had meant the exterior paint job. It cost me four hundred dollars for this seat, so I wasn’t going to just scrap it and have them make another one. Considering that you will be dressed as a little girl most of your time here with us, I think it has turned out well that I didn’t have it scrapped.”

“Um, Auntie Gwen, what do you mean I will be dressed as a little girl most of my time here?”

“Well Kimmie, you have a signed contract with Mrs. Rand. Because you and your mother aren’t familiar with these types of contracts, I’m afraid Mrs. Rand has sneaked a few clauses that require you to be dressed as a little girl once you start your first photo and modeling session. You also have to go see a doctor she has chosen for you the day after tomorrow. You will have to be dressed as a little girl for that too.”

“But, I didn’t agree to that Auntie! I just said I would model for her and get some photos taken, not all that other stuff.”

“Well, I’m sorry Sweetheart, but I read that contract with your mother’s signature and yours on it. It does say exactly what I told you. I think your mother signed it because Mrs. Rand gave her a signing bonus check up front. It’s a large amount of money Pumpkin, fifty-thousand dollars to be exact.”

“Fifty-thousand dollars, JEEZ!”

My cousins went nuts hearing this of course and they started in on me right away.

“Oh Kimmie, you will love being a girl! We love it and you are even going to be a famous model!”

“No I’m not. I’m not famous and I won’t be either. I just have to model some clothes and have my picture taken, that’s all. Then it’s all over with!”

My Auntie laughed and the girls giggled a lot. Then my Auntie said.

“Kimmie, I don’t think you understand this contract Honey. You not only have to dress up in girl’s clothes, but you are to be entered in several pageants as well. I know all about the Rand pageants Honey; my girls have been in three of them. That means that you will be a girl for the whole summer Kimmie. There is no way you can be a part time girl and a part time boy. Not with the schedule you are going to be keeping. First the doctors and right after the salon, and then you go for your first fitting and photo shoot. The contract states that every time you will be in public you must appear as a girl that will fit your image. I’m afraid that means you will be a very pretty little girl always wearing fancy and very pretty clothes, mostly dresses Sweetheart.”

“Oh no, how did this happen to me?”

“It happened because Mrs. Rand found out that you will remain looking so young for years. Even I had thoughts of hiring you as a long term model for my shop.”

“Oh, Mrs. Rand said she was going to buy your shop and make you an offer you couldn’t refuse.”

This statement I just made caused my two cousins to get very upset in an instant. They started in on Auntie Gwen right away. She stopped them by whistling real loud.

“Girl’s, I did not sell the shop! I did sign a very good contract with Mrs. Rand to make special order pageant wear. That’s all I did! So stop fussing and you will be happy to know that you two will also be doing some modeling.”

This got my cousins all excited and they kept hugging and kissing me! JEEZ!

We were on the road for about an hour when Auntie Gwen pulled over at a nice restaurant. We went in and were seated right away, but I had to use the bathroom so we all went to the ladies room. My Auntie made me leave my cowboy hat in the car, with my hair up like this and all my new earrings in my ears, I knew what I looked like to everyone in the restaurant. My cousins were giggling as they followed behind my Auntie and me.

“What are you giggling about now girls?”

“Kimmie, mommy, she is walking like a pretty girl in high heels and her bottom is wiggling like yours is.”

My Auntie made me walk ahead and she giggled too! JEEZ! Then she said,

“Well Kimmie, I think you’re a natural girl. This is going to be easy for you; a lot easier than a lot of girls that enter these pageants.”

OH JEEZ!

Well then I couldn’t get my pants undone because they were a lot tighter now, and had to have my Auntie help me. She loved my pull ups and I just turned even redder than I was before. She stayed and helped me onto the toilet and even waited until I finished. She wiped me off with baby wipes from my big pink bag. She then added a little ointment on me and some more powder in my pull up. She buttoned and zipped my pants for me and we went back out to our table. That’s when I saw the highchair! I just can’t get a break anywhere, anyhow!

They just chuckled and giggled as Auntie put me in the highchair and fastened the table in place. She even tied the bib on me! We all ordered and the waitress asked Auntie if what I ordered was ok. JEEZ! She said it was, but in a children’s portion and to please have it cut up. Oh brother, my hamburger was going to be in little pieces. This sucks and I know it is messy to eat a hamburger all cut up like that! When our food arrived, I was given another darn sippy cup and everything had been cut into tiny bite sized pieces. Even my French fries! The waitress asked me if I wanted catsup with my fries and I said I did. YUCK, she squirted it all over them! Now I have to eat this mess with my fingers. I asked for a fork and she told me the restaurant didn’t allow baby girls to have forks. It was against their insurance and the rules of the restaurant. JEEZ!

I was hungry, but I only ate a little and that’s when my Auntie slid over next to me and started feeding me using her fork. The girls giggled, but at least I didn’t get all messy. Well, I ate my hamburger and the sippy cup ended up covered with mustard and catsup. My hands were a mess! This made my Auntie and my cousins giggle at me. After we were done eating our supper, and after I was given another sippy cup of milk, my Auntie washed me up and asked us if we wanted any desert. Not me! I already had a ton of stuff to eat today. I didn’t want anymore, that would just give me diarrhea and I sure didn’t want that now! The girls had pie and Auntie had a cup of coffee. I got another sippy cup of milk. This time it was chocolate milk.

My Auntie carried me once the bib had been removed and I received another cleaning up. We went to pay and the waitress handed me a stupid little doll. Of course I had to thank her and listen to her say all those dumb things they say to little girls that have been good. My Auntie and cousins were impressed that I didn’t make a fuss, but I bet Auntie knows why I didn’t!

I tried to give the doll to each of my cousins, but they said the little dolly was mine and I needed to have a few now that I was a girl. JEEZ!

Strapped into that girly seat again we were off to my Auntie’s house. It took us another half hour to get there, but when we did we were all glad that this trip was over. We had to pass through the gate and Auntie told the lady guard that I would be at the security office tomorrow afternoon to get my photo ID. I would need that now so I could use all the neat stuff this place offered the kids that lived here. I was given a temporary ID as the lady told me to wear something light colored and pretty for my ID photo tomorrow. She called me Kimmie, when she read the information off of the form my Auntie gave her. It only took us about five more minutes to get to my Auntie’s house and that was mostly because we had to drive at fifteen MPH the whole way. I looked at my temporary badge and saw that my age was listed as two-years old!

“Auntie Gwen, why does it say I’m only two years old on my ID card?”

“Honey, you know that no one believes you are twelve don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I am twelve!”

“Don’t get so upset and lower your tone with me right now little missy. Everything you will be doing this summer will be as a two year old girl, so it only makes sense to have you listed as a two year old girl, don’t you think?”

“Um, I guess so, and I thought this summer would be fun for me staying with you and my cousins. Now it has turned into a nightmare and I don’t see how I will be having any fun at all. I’m sorry I have caused so much trouble. I wish I could just disappear somewhere, which would solve all the problems I have caused everyone, including me.”

“Oh now stop that Kimmie. Who says that this can’t turn out to be a lot of fun for you and the girls? You make a very pretty girl, Jenny and Penny have wanted to dress you up and make you their baby sister for years now. Look Kimmie, everywhere you go and everyone you meet always think you are a baby girl at first. As a matter of fact, even after you tell them you are a boy they don’t believe you. Why don’t you give being a girl a chance? Have fun as the girls do and I bet you will have more friends and even have a lot more fun than you usually do acting like a little boy.

“Another thing, you haven’t caused anyone any problems at all. On the contrary, you have helped your mother, your grandmother, me and your cousins by doing this. That money your mother received will pay off some very pressing bills she needs to pay that she was very worried about paying. As for your two cousins, they now will be modeling and will get into one of the pageants without having to pay the entrance fees. So, you see, you are actually helping the ones you love by doing this. Remember Kimmie, we do love you very much and we all will help you do this and do it well, alright?”

“Ok Auntie, but I can’t act like a two-year old baby girl. I might look like one and they can dress me like one, but I could never act like one.”

“Well Kimmie, that’s a bonus for you Sweetheart. You will be the most mature and the smartest two-year old girl anyone has ever met. If you learn to only speak very little when you have to, you can learn a lot just by listening to others. Some of the grown ups and older kids will try and talk using language they think you don’t understand and you will see how they try and manipulate others. That way you will be warned ahead of time if they try anything funny or not right with you.”

“Like a big game of pretend, right Auntie?”

“That’s right Kimmie! A big game of pretend, only you have to pretend real well and we will help you ok?”

“Ok Auntie Gwen, I’ll try, but I might not be very good at it. I’ve never been a girl or tried to act like one before.”

My Auntie laughed and the girls giggled. I guess they remembered me being dressed up as a baby girl with my mother wearing a matching outfit. That was the one time I can remember, and I don’t think I was very convincing. Even though everyone thought that I looked the part.

We finally arrived at Auntie’s house and there are two other girls waiting on the front steps. Jenny and Penny jumped out of the Hummer and ran over to them. I waited as Auntie undid my frilly straps and carried me to the house.

“Girls, go get the bags and little Kimmie’s stuff. Bring it in the house up to her room and then you can have Linda and Janice, join us inside.”

“Ok Mommy, we will.”

“Auntie Gwen, who are they?”

“Oh, those are our new neighbors Kimmie. They just moved in last month and those four girls have formed a tight friendship already. They do everything together. You will like them Honey, they are good girls.

“Now I think it’s time for me to show you your room and let you have a nice soak in the tub and relax. You’ve had a very full and stressful day little one and I think it will do you some good to just soak and relax. We girls love a nice soaking bath Sweetie.”

“But Auntie, I’m not a real girl.”

“From right now and till I tell you otherwise Kimmie, you are a girl and we are all going to treat you like one from now on. So, get used to it and get used to being called a girl in all the different ways we say girl, alright?”

“Ok Auntie, I really don’t have a choice.”

“That’s right enough Princess, you don’t, so start playing the big pretend game. I’m going to be treating you like a two-year old baby girl, because that is what everyone will expect me to treat you like. It’s not like I am trying to make fun of you or humiliate you Honey. It’s just the way it has to be for awhile.”

OH JEEZ!

“I guess I won’t get to wear any of my new outfits my mother sent you will I?”

“Oh, the boxes that came by UPS. They are in your room and we will open them and find your pajamas for tonight. We might as well see what you have, you might be able to wear a few of them Kimmie.”

“Ok Auntie, but I know I won’t be able to wear most of them. I bought the sharpest boy clothes I could for this summer.”

“We will see Kimmie, we will see. Now let’s get you in the bath.”

My Auntie carried me into the bathroom and undressed me down to my pull up. I started to protest and tell her I could do it myself, but she reminded me that I was only two years old and we had company.” JEEZ!

Auntie started the water going in the tub and poured some stuff in it. First she poured some pink powder stuff that caused a bunch of bubbles, and then she poured some pink tinted thick oily stuff into the water and swirled it around. Her hand came back all oily and shiny. She washed her hands just as the girls came running into the bathroom, all four of them!

“Linda, Janice this is our little girl cousin Kimmie. She is staying with us for the summer and she is a model for Mrs. Rand. Pretty soon you will be seeing her picture everywhere and even on TV.”

The two new girls just stared at Kimmie and Linda spoke up saying.

“Wow Kimmie, that is so cool! You’re going to be a famous model and you are only a baby still!”

Janice spoke up then.

“Hey girls, maybe we can play fashion show and be models! That would be a lot of fun!”

My Auntie spoke up.

“Ok girls, unless you want to join Kimmie in her bubble bath, I suggest you go and do something else and give her some privacy.”

The girls giggled and left to go play in Jenny and Penny’s room. My Auntie closed the bathroom door and pulled my pull up off. Then she picked me up and sat me in the tub full of bubbles. Oh, that feels so good! I just lay back and closed my eyes. My Auntie said she would be back in a few minutes. She was going to go and look for my pajamas in the boxes and get my bed ready.

I just lay in the tub and relaxed letting all my stress and troubles flow out of me. Well, I tried to let them flow out of me, but I just couldn’t get over that I now had to be a baby girl all summer. I must have been more tired than I thought though, because I must have dropped off to sleep. The next thing I knew, my Auntie was back and was washing me. I opened my eyes when she finished washing my face.

“Welcome back baby, did you have a nice nap?”

“Um, I guess I must have dropped off.”

She just laughed and started shampooing my hair. That done she rinsed it with a hand held shower hose and then added conditioner. She had me stand up and she washed the rest of me, especially down below and between my legs. She had me sit down again and rinsed the conditioner out and then pulled the drain plug. She wrung my hair out using a towel and then tied a towel around my head turban style. I had to stand up again as she rinsed me off and then wrapped me in a big fluffy yellow towel and lifted me out of the tub. She patted me dry and then rubbed lotion on my skin from my face to my toes! She wrapped me in another towel and carried me to my bedroom. Well, actually Penny’s bedroom that will be mine for now.

JEEZ! What a girly room this is, and what is that table with all those diapers and stuff on it in here for? I found out soon enough as Auntie Gwen laid me down on that table. She went back to the door and closed it. Then she came back over to me and took my towel away. That’s when I saw her pick up some diapers that she had laid out and prepared. I tried to protest, but she just gave me that look and I raised my bottom up like she asked me to. Then she rubbed the ointment all over me down there and then rubbed baby oil on me. Mr. Winky got hard and I got embarrassed. My Auntie said,

“Now that’s ok Baby, all little girls get excited when they are touched down here. There is nothing to be ashamed about; it’s just your body saying it is enjoying this.”

OH JEEZ! Maybe my body is, but I’m not! Well, it does feel kind of nice though.

“Ok Baby, roll on your side for a minute, Auntie has to give you some medicine in your bottom.”

“Um, what medicine goes in my bottom Auntie?”

“It just a little something to help you when you are sleeping Sweetheart. Just relax, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

I felt her rub her finger in a circle on my bottom hole. She kept doing that until my bottom hole relaxed and her finger went in easily. She kept moving it in a circle until it was all the way in! It felt strange, but nice in a way. She removed her finger and then I felt her push something into me and hold it against the inside of me for a few seconds. Then, she removed her finger and rolled me onto my back. That is when she sprinkled baby powder on me, she already had powdered the diapers, I could feel it and smell it. She pinned the diapers on me and then slipped a pair of yellow plastic baby pants over them. I had to stand up and she made sure all of the diapers were tucked inside the baby pants. I saw they had little ponies printed on them. She had me raise my arms and then slipped this silky thing with ruffles over my head. It was yellow too and then she had matching panties with ruffles all over the bottoms she had me step into.

“Auntie, where are my pajamas?”

“I’m sorry Pumpkin, but there were no pajamas in the boxes. Are you sure you put your new clothes you bought into those boxes?”

“Yes Auntie, I saw my mother pack them.”
Well, Honey, I think she must have forgotten to send that box. Let’s look and see what she sent alright?”

We did look and I was shocked! None of the clothes I had gotten that day we went shopping were there! Everything in the boxes was for a little girl and most of it was new stuff! Not even my Big Bird short set was in there, just a bunch of little girl’s summer clothes and even two girls swimsuits! I saw only girly stuff and that made me mad! My Auntie saw my expression and quickly picked me up and held me close.

“Oh Kimmie, It’s alright Sweetheart. Your mommy probably thought you would enjoy being one of the girls this summer. I bet she felt you would have even more fun this way being with your two cousins and all.”

“That’s not it really Auntie. They promised me they would send them and they tricked me on purpose. They never did that before, they never lied to me before this!”

“Well, they will be calling here in a little while Sweetie. Why don’t you ask them why they did this ok Pumpkin?”

“Ok Auntie, but my mother better have a good answer or I’m going to stay mad at them both for lying to me and making promises they knew they weren’t going to keep. I could never do that! I would never do that!”

“Ok, calm down Sweetheart, we weren’t the ones that did this so don’t be mad at us ok?”

“Sorry Auntie, but why did you put me in diapers?”

“This is Penny’s room and that is her bed. You still have little accidents and I don’t think Penny would appreciate little pee spots on her mattress do you?”

“Um, no, I guess your right, but a pull up would be ok wouldn’t it?”
“Well, not really Kimmie. Remember, I have to treat you like a two year old baby girl. That’s why there is a potty chair in the corner over there. You get to use that during the day, but at night I have to put the safety rails up on your bed. It is just too high for you to get out of in the middle of the night while you are all sleepy. You could get hurt and I don’t want you waking me or the girls up in the middle of the night either. So, its diapers at night for you from now on Baby. That’s just the way it has to be Kimmie.”

OH JEEZ!

She scooted me out of the room wearing just that dumb nightie and the diapers and ruffled panties. You could still see the little ponies through the sheer panties of my nightie. I ran right into the girls! They just loved me and told me what a pretty baby girl I was. JEEZ! They took me into their room and the girls did my hair. The ended up making two pigtails, and tied them with yellow ribbons and made bows too! I sure looked like a baby girl now! Jenny did something with my ears and it stung a little. She told me she had to turn them and clean my earlobes with a dab of alcohol until they healed. The girls played with their dolls and made me join in. Jenny gave me a teddy bear to sleep with when we were all done playing. Linda and Janice had to go home and they each gave me a hug and a kiss.

I heard Auntie holler out that the girls should get ready for bed now. They had picked me up and sat me down in the middle of one of the twin beds and I couldn’t get down by myself. I tried to slide off the bed and Penny just pushed me back telling me to stay put. Jenny undressed down to her panties and bra, and then walked out and into the bathroom, I think. Penny started to undress then and I said.

“Um Penny, I shouldn’t be here while you are undressing.”

“Why not little cousin, you are a girl now and one of us, get used to it.”

OH JEEZ!

So I sat there and watched her get undressed. She took off everything and put on a robe! She just smiled at me while she got out a nightie for herself out of one of the drawers. Jenny came back wrapped in a towel and Penny left. Jenny let the towel drop away and she was naked too! Jenny has boobies! She sits down right next to me as she pulls on her panties that match the nightie she picked out to wear. She even has hair on her cunny. That’s what she calls it, a cunny. I look at her boobies and she smiles at me and says.

“I know you won’t be growing any of these, but all girls grow them once we start puberty. I started having my period three months ago. Mommy says I started a little early just like she did. Penny probably has a couple of years left before she starts hers. My breasts started growing just after I turned ten and maybe Penny’s will too. Girls start puberty before boys do most of the time. I have to put cream on mine because they get sore all the time. Here, you put the cream on them for me ok? Just be very gentle and rub them very lightly.”

“Um ok Jenny.”

I scoop a little of the cream onto my hands and start to gently rub the cream into her nipples. She says I’m doing it right and to keep doing it just like that. I do and feel Mr. Winky react. I guess my body likes doing this too. That’s when Auntie walks in and looks surprised seeing me do this to Jenny.

Jenny speaks up right away and says.

“Oh mommy, my little sister is helping me and she does it perfectly.”

“Ok Jenny, just as long as it’s your baby sister doing it and not your boy cousin.”

“Oh mommy, he couldn’t come this summer, you know that. Just baby Kimmie and she is a wonderful baby sister!”

Auntie just laughed as Penny walked in and stopped dead in her tracks seeing what I was doing to her sister. She got over it and smiled at us, as she said.

“I’m glad you’re doing that Kimmie. When I do it for Jenny, my fingers go numb after a little while.”

Sure enough, she was right and my fingers went numb a little while later. I couldn’t even put the jar top back on! Jenny giggled and we all walked down stairs to the kitchen. That is, after she put her nightie on. I waddled and they walked. I had to take the steps one at a time because of my diapers! We arrived in the kitchen and Auntie was making us some hot chocolate. She looked right at Jenny and said.

“Well Jenny, since your baby cousin was the one who put your cream on and not you or Penny I guess you both can have mugs and Kimmie needs the sippy cup.”

OH JEEZ, my fingers are still numb, there is no way I can hold a glass mug!

I get a pink Barbie sippy cup that Penny says used to be hers. But the hot chocolate tastes real good no matter what kind of cup it’s in. We enjoy our drinks and then its bedtime for me. I’m real tired now anyway so I don’t protest and Auntie carries me upstairs and tucks me in. I must have been real tired because I fall asleep right away. I thought I heard the phone ring, but that didn’t matter to me anymore, I just wanted to sleep.

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I didn’t even dream that night I just fell into a deep dreamless sleep I didn’t want to wake up from. That’s when that thing Auntie put into my bottom started doing its job! I didn’t even know anything was happening until I woke up on my own the next day. When I did wake up, I saw that it was real light out already and the sun was high in the sky. I could tell because the window over my head had the shades open. I was not sure where I was at first, but then it registered in my foggy brain. I tried to sit up and felt the mess in my diapers. OH JEEZ! I never had pooped myself before! Then I remembered that Auntie had stuck something in me and that was probably why I did it. I had to call out to her because the bed was one of those pedestal beds and had drawers underneath it. It was too high for me to climb out of and then I saw and felt the rails that she had pulled up.

“Auntie Gwen, I’m awake! I think I made a mess, could you come and help me please?”

Then I heard her.

“Ok Princess, I will be right up Sweetheart.”

Oh JEEZ, that’s right. I have to be a two-year old baby girl all summer!

I can hear her on the stairs and she comes into my bedroom smiling real big.

“I can tell that the medicine worked. Let’s get you changed Baby Kimmie.”

OH JEEZ.

She tells me she let me sleep and it’s already one o’clock in the afternoon!

She picks me up and carries me over to the changing table and removes everything but my plastic baby pants and diapers. She then turns on this machine; the back is facing the changing table, with the front part facing into the room. She takes off the baby pants and then unpins my diapers. That’s when the smell reaches out and slams me in the nose! YUCK, but the smell disappears quickly enough thanks to that machine. Auntie is smiling as she wipes me off using the soiled and wet diapers. Once the biggest part of the mess is cleaned off of my bottom and front, she changes to baby wipes and boy are those things cold! After a few of those she carries me into the bathroom. While she runs my bath water and adds a few things to it she says.

“A few things have been moved up Kimmie. You will be going to the doctors in a few hours, so that will be out of the way. First thing tomorrow we will be going to the Rand Pageant office. Mrs. Rand sent over an outfit for you to wear when we go there. Then it’s off to Mrs. Rand’s shop where you will be fitted and then off to the studio where you will be photographed. We will be real busy tomorrow Princess, so just lie back and enjoy your bath for now Honey.”

I do just that and doze while I soak. I wake up a little while later hearing giggling. I look over and there stand the two girls. The bubbles are gone and I see that Jenny has her hand in the water and is rubbing Mr. Winky between her fingers. He is all hard and pointy. Jenny quickly gets a washcloth and starts washing my face. Penny starts the water going and I feel the bathwater warming up quickly. The bubbles appear again and Auntie walks in.

“Oh, hi girls, done playing next door?”

Jenny answers.

“Yes mommy, we came in and saw Kimmie sleeping in the tub and thought we would help her wash. Little babies never can wash themselves correctly.”

Auntie Gwen chuckles, as the girls giggle. Then she takes over washing me from Jenny and says.

“Well, you have to be able to wash her correctly then so watch me and then I will watch you two.”
“Ok mommy” was their combined response. OH JEEZ!

Auntie Gwen shampooed my hair, rinsed it out, put in conditioner and let that stay in my hair while she washed the rest of me like she did the night before. She had me sit back down and then rinsed out the conditioner. That is when she had Penny wash me all over, paying special attention to Mr. Winky, my bottom and between my bottom cheeks and between my legs. When she was done, it was Jenny’s turn. Poor Mr. Winky was hard as a rock and very twitchy by then. This made them all giggle and I turned red. Auntie told them the same thing she told me about why Mr. Winky did that. All three of them took turns rinsing me off as the tub drained. My hair and head was wrapped turban style again and I was patted dry. Jenny put the lotion on me as Auntie and Penny went to get my outfit of the day ready. Jenny enjoyed putting the lotion on me especially on my bottom and front. She made sure to get everywhere too! I had to tell her to stop rubbing Mr. Winky, she was making me tingle all over, and it tickled a lot! She washed her hands and then walked me back into my bedroom just as I was all naked.

Oh no, not a dress like that! Yup, one of those sheer summer dresses was hanging up next to the changing table with a frilly petticoat and even frillier panties! My Auntie picked me up and lay me down on the changing table. I hope she wasn’t going to put more of those cloth diapers on me! Thank goodness I noticed the pull up lying next to me. It was one of those thicker pink ones like I wore yesterday. Auntie Gwen then put the ointment, baby oil and then powder on me and had me slip the pull ups on over my legs. She had me stand up and pulled them up the rest of the way.

The next thing I know she started dressing me so fast all I could do was follow her directions. Soon, I found myself buttoned into this sheer sundress and you could see right through it! Pink, why does everything have to be pink? Anyway, the petticoat made the sundress poof way out and made it even shorter. That’s when she had me step into those fancy frilly panties. Then she sat me on the changing table as the girls put these socks on me that had ruffles around my ankles and then some shiny black shoes were strapped onto my feet. Auntie brushed my hair into a high ponytail and tied it with a pink ribbon bow. She picked me up and set me on my feet on the floor. She said.

“Now girls, you can go outside and play nice. Don’t get dirty and don’t let Baby Kimmie get dirty at all! We have to leave to go see her doctor in about a half hour.”

Jenny and Penny each took one of my hands and practically dragged me out the front door. I didn’t want to go outside, but they just dragged me out. They took me next door to Linda and Janice’s house. The other two girls squealed with delight seeing me dressed like this. Their mother came out from the kitchen to see what all the squealing was about. That’s when things really got difficult. Their mother went nuts over me and scooped me into her arms and took me into the kitchen for milk and cookies. That’s when Jenny told her I couldn’t have any right now because I had to go see my doctor. Then everything had to be explained to her as she held me on my lap and talked baby talk to me. JEEZ! The girls told her about my modeling for Mrs. Rand and all that. The lady told me I could call her Auntie Jane and then said.

“Well little Kimmie, I can see why your pretty panties say Princess on your bottom. You are very pretty and I can see why Mrs. Rand wants you to model for her.”

They say what? Oh JEEZ!

That’s when she starts tickling me and we are all laughing and giggling. She makes us go upstairs and play in the girl’s bedroom while she goes next door to chat with my Auntie Gwen. She tells Janice and Linda to change into their swimsuits; they are going to the pool in a little while. We play with their dolls and then the phone rings. It was their mother telling them to all come over to my Auntie Gwen’s house. They could swim there; the four of them could stay while I went to the doctors with Auntie Gwen. My new Auntie Jane would watch the girls. I hear them giggle that now they didn’t need their swimsuits as they grabbed my hands and took me back next door. We walked right into the swimming pool room. Auntie Gwen has an indoor heated swimming pool that is all covered with a roof and everything. That’s when the girls take off all their clothes and start running around being silly. Linda has bigger boobies than Jenny, and Janice has no hair anywhere like Penny. Jenny tells them all to not get me wet because I have to go to the doctors and am already dressed to go. Penny presses a button on the wall and part of the roof opens up! That’s way cool! That’s when they spread towels on the floor and each takes turns rubbing tanning lotion on each other. Penny and Janice look like they are enjoying rubbing the lotion on Jenny and Linda’s breasts. It looks like the older girls like it as well. That’s when we hear the mothers coming and the girls all lie down on their tummies. Auntie Jane laughs and says.

“Well Gwen, it didn’t take them long to get comfortable did it?”

My Auntie laughs and Jenny asks Auntie Jane to put suntan lotion on her. All the girls ask her and as I was leaving with Auntie Gwen, Auntie Jane was laughing and rubbing lotion on Jenny. It looked like she was tickling her too, because Jenny was wiggling and giggling.

I got strapped into my ultra girlie car seat and we took off to my new doctor’s office in the Hummer. It didn’t take us long because it had only been about ten minutes since we left the house that we stopped and parked at another big house. Auntie carried me into the doctor’s office and we were met by a nurse and shown into an examination room. This room looked like it was for babies because of all the Disney characters on the walls and ceiling. The nurse told my Auntie to take everything off of me and the doctor would be in after she got the preliminaries done. Soon I was standing there naked and the nurse smiled real big when she saw Mr. Winky. It was like someone switched nurses on us, she changed so quickly. All of a sudden she became real friendly and kept telling me what a pretty little girl I was. JEEZ! Didn’t she see Mr. Winky? I know she did, so why all this pretty little girl talk? This nurse is crazy!

The first thing she does is lay me in this thing the weighs you. Then she puts me on my side on this funny looking examination table. That’s when I feel the thermometer being inserted in my bottom hole. She holds it in there what seems like forever and then finally takes it out. Then she puts on a glove and puts some gunk on her finger. Oh JEEZ! She does just what Auntie Gwen did to me last night! Little circles and then more pressure until her entire finger is inside my bottom hole. She moves it around and around until she hits something and Mr. Winky and I jump. She slowly keeps pressure on that thing in me until I am panting and Mr. Winky is quivering like crazy. Mr. Winky finally stops shaking and she just says ‘A dry result, very good.’ whatever that meant. All I know was that it felt amazingly good in an intense way. My Auntie and the nurse were smiling while Mr. Winky shrunk back to being tiny again. The nurse then put my legs on these things and strapped them down, and then she put my feet in these stirrup things and strapped them down. She then pulled my legs apart and raised them a bit and locked the leg holders in place. I was lying on my back with my bottom in the air with my legs spread wide open! JEEZ!

The doctor walks in and she’s very pretty, younger than the nurse and greets Auntie Gwen and me like my being exposed like this is nothing at all. The nurse says one word to her, “Dry” and then she smiles and puts on some gloves as the nurse wheels this covered cart over between my legs. The doctor seems to ignore me completely while she talks to my Auntie Gwen. It’s the nurse that comes over and holds my hand and strokes my face and hair while she whispers to me in baby talk.

“Mrs. Parker, this is a very simple and reversible procedure. Kimmie will for all intents and purposes appear as a little girl. Only on very close examination will anyone discover otherwise. Now, once she enters the pageant, we will have to do something about the testes or she will not be allowed to enter them at all. In these modern times, they no longer require a thorough examination. They do a simple urine test that shows the levels of hormones in the body. That way, any testosterone that shows up in any real amounts tip them off and the child is disqualified. It is the best way because then the child only needs a very small amount of estrogen to maintain qualifying as a female. The other way is to perform a chemical castration and larger amounts of estrogen which carry significant dangerous side effects. Let me begin by performing the simple procedure and later on you can let me know when and if Kimmie will be entering the pageant.

I really only heard part of this then. I heard this later when Auntie Gwen talked to my mother on the telephone.

The doctor started washing all around Mr. Winky and then Mr. Winky himself. The stuff she used was cold and I shivered. Then I felt her stick a needle in me and I jumped, but I couldn’t move anything down there at all. She waited a few minutes and I felt a lot of tugging, pushing and pulling. Nothing hurt at all; it was just pressure I felt. I felt one last pull and that was it. I looked up and saw the doctor washing me down there. I saw a little blood, but mostly a brown color on the wipes she was using. Mr. Winky was gone! All I had was a slit down there like Penny’s! OH JEEZ! That’s when the nurse whispered to me that he was still there, just hidden now, so I looked like all the other pretty girls. I had a cunny now! I was scared and then I had this stuff smeared all over me down there and a thick disposable diaper taped on me. My Auntie slipped my panties on over the diaper and the nurse undid the straps and let my Auntie dress me again. We left right after that without another word being said.

My Auntie explained to me what the doctor had done and I felt better about it. We were soon back at the house and she carried me into the swimming pool room. Everyone there was still naked and so was Auntie Jane! I noticed she didn’t have any hair down there at all. Jenny and Penny gave my Auntie one of those looks with their eyes. My Auntie smiled and nodded, the two girls smiled and lay back down. My Auntie took of all my clothes and just left me in my diaper, it was real noisy as I waddled over and lay down next to the four girls. My Auntie left and joined us a few minutes later and she was naked too, but she was wearing a robe that she took off and Auntie Jane smiled and started rubbing suntan lotion on my Auntie Gwen. Jenny rubbed the stuff on my back and legs, then had me roll over and rubbed it all over my front and face. I had my diaper on so she didn’t rub it on down there. They each swam a bit, dried off, and then they all went inside to take showers. Auntie Jane carried me into the house while she was still naked. Her breasts were warm and soft. I kinda liked this, but I started feeling very tired and a little dizzy. Auntie put me to bed and I fell right asleep.

I woke up and it was dark, just a night light was on in my room. It was a ballerina night light. I listened but didn’t hear anything so I tried to go back to sleep but I had to pee. I remembered my Auntie saying she didn’t like being woke up in the middle of the night just so I could go pee and she didn’t like it when the girls were either. So, I just wet in my diaper and went back to sleep. I didn’t have a choice really.

I woke up when Auntie came in to get me. She saw I was wet and smiled at me telling me I was a very good girl for not waking them up. She carried me over to the changing table and took off the disposable diaper and washed me up real well down there. Then she put this other cream on me and the soreness went away like magic. That’s when Penny and jenny walked in. They squealed in delight seeing that I had a cunny now. My Auntie washed me up all over while I was on the changing table. She told me I had to wait until tomorrow before I could have a proper bath again. She had this liquid bandage stuff she could use on me tomorrow to cover my few stitches. That would make them waterproof and I could even join the girls swimming.

I was dressed in a simple pull over dress, sheer of course and long enough to just cover my pull ups and fancy panties. I guess I have a lot of those fancy panties, all ruffles and lace, a few with cute names on the bottom part. Names like Little Angel, Mommy’s Girl, Princess and the like. On my feet were plain pastel blue socks to match the dress, and a pair of black shiny open toed sandals. They just slipped on and as I walked you can hear the slap, slap of the heels. My hair was done in a simple high ponytail and tied with a blue Scrunchie. My rings were removed and my earrings were given a turn and alcohol was dabbed on my lobes. Penny and Jenny were coming with us this morning to the salon and later to the Rand Dress Shop. They would be going home after that and only Auntie and I would be going to the Pageant Place. The girls were very excited going to the salon. They were going to be getting a complete makeover just as I was, but the salon had specific instructions for me. We had breakfast, brushed our teeth and soon we were off to the salon.

I’m really getting tired of this car seat. I mean its one thing to have to be in one and know that it will be a few more years before I can finally sit in a car without being in one of those things. Then it is another thing to be forced to be strapped in one like this! Satiny pink cloth trimmed with white lace and having the straps covered with the same stupid lace. Of course everything has been treated with Scotch-Guard to protect the fabrics. I wouldn’t have minded one that matched the interior of this Hummer. Mostly done with a subtle shade of blue for the fabric and upholstery, the seats had been done in soft, light brown leather. Light oak wood trim on the dash and console, completed with all the accessories that were available for the Hummer. My car seat actually clashed with this interior, and made me stand out like a beacon to all who cared to look. Nothing to do about it now though, but I was thinking that as I made more money, I would order a car seat to match the interior minus the lace of course.

We pulled up not fifteen minutes after we left the house. It was early yet, only about seven-forty-five in the morning. It looks like we have the salon to ourselves. Auntie carries me inside as my two cousins lead the way. Four ladies are waiting our arrival with smiles, the eldest; a middle-aged Asian woman named Keko is the owner and greets us formally with a slight bow and soft handshake. I was surprised to see Doris, Mrs. Brand’s secretary here as well. Everything happened so fast once the initial introductions had been made. Keko and Melanie, one of her assistants were going to perform their magic on me. The two other ladies each took one of my cousins. Auntie took a seat and sipped on some tea. The first thing that happened, Melanie took me in a side room and removed all my clothes down to my girly pull up. She then wrapped me in a pink plastic cape with little dolls all over it. She then carried me to a chair that was made especially for little girls and strapped me in. What is it with strapping kids up all the time? Anyway, the chair was tilted back and my head was laid into this half circle hole cut out of the side of the sink. My hair was washed and rinsed well, three times! Some smelly gunk was put in it and I was left like that for a few minutes. Doris was talking a mile a minute with Keko, and it sounded like they had a bit of disagreement, but it ended with the two being happy.

Keko came over to me and she was the first to treat me like a normal twelve year old boy. She whispered to me that she knew everything about me and thought what I was doing to help my mother and grandmother was a very honorable thing to do for someone as young as I was. She called me Kim, not Kimmie or Baby or any other cute names. She told me the style was decided for my hair, I would have a soft perm and that would allow me to have my hair done in various styles in the future. She had vetoed the plan of a severe perm planned on by Mrs. Rand. By the time I left, my head would be in a mass of curls, but not permanently like Mrs. Rand had planned. I would have skin care, a pedicure, a manicure, and slight extensions put on my fingernails. This would be finished of with a facial make over and I would then be dressed by Doris.

Well, all of you know by now what goes on in a hair salon that does everything, so I will leave most of the descriptive comments to what I feel was unique. Of course my hair was snipped, cut and trimmed and then treated with the perm stuff after being wound with big perm rods. I sat under the dryer and then neutralizer was put on, and then rinsed away. I sat under the dryer again as Melanie did my feet and toes. I looked down and saw pretty, shiny pink toe nails and my feet had been sanded, buffed and lotion massaged into them. While Keko was working on my hair, Melanie worked on my hands and then my fingernails. She mixed this powder with some liquid and slipped these plastic molds over and under my fingernails one at a time. She spread this pasty stuff on, and used a tiny hand held dryer until the color changed from pasty white to an almost clear white color. She did this to each of my fingers and my thumbs. Then she sanded them smooth and rounded the tips. Then she buffed them a little bit until they looked smooth and even. First came a clear coating of a smelly chemical that she said would make the nails hold the polish that was coming next. The same color polish that was on my toenails was now applied to my fingernails. I had to keep my fingers flat on this table and keep them separated. One coat was applied, dried and another coat applied, dried and a final color coat applied and dried. Then a final clear coat was applied and dried. Wow, my fingernails were almost a half-inch longer now.

I guess my hair was not curly enough because Keko wet it once again and wrapped smaller curlers all over my head. She kept dipping her fingers in this jar of blue goop, worked into a section of hair she was holding, added a piece of thin paper and then rolled the curler really tight against my head and then pinned it in place. When she was done doing that, she tied a hairnet over them tightly. I was under the dryer again! JEEZ! When my hair was dry, Melanie came over and carried me to that back room again. She laid me down on the table and started wiping my body with this smelly stuff. It made my skin tingle. She did this working from my neck down to my toes, skipping my private areas. She even pulled my pull up down to just above my new cunny. She turned me over and did the same thing, but this time she pulled my pull up down and she did my bottom cheeks, but not between them. After she was done doing that she massaged this cream into my skin, again from my neck down to my ankles, back and front. That felt real good to me! Funny thing, I felt Mr. Winky tingle, but he was trapped inside me now, and didn’t get hard. I know what that feels like and he definitely didn’t get hard.

Melanie called for Keko and she came into the back room wheeling a table on wheels. She then gave me a facial I will never forget. First she used the tingly stuff and then two other liquids on cotton balls. After she was done using those she took a picture with this camera that was plugged into a little monitor and machine. I saw my face show up in different colors for different areas and she then used other stuff on my face until the screen showed my face as one shade of color. My face felt a little weird when she had finished doing that. Foundation, powder, more stuff in different shades and then around my eyes. My eyelashes were brushed with this clear stuff and then curled using this funny shaped thing Keko squeezed on each of them. My eyebrows were plucked and that hurt, let me tell you! Keko put some stuff on them that took the red and puffiness away. My lips were the last to be done and it was weird. Keko used this brush to put something on them and I felt my lips tingle and a little while after that I felt them puff up some. Keko then used another brush that took the tingle away and I guess prepped them for the lipstick. She used this tiny thin brush to paint a thin line around the outside of my lips. She then used a thicker, but still tiny brush to apply first one coat and then another coat of this light pink lipstick. The last thing she did was apply a clear glossy coat over the pink.

Keko called for Doris and my Auntie also came in with her. They were carrying several bags and a garment bag as well. Doris said that this was my arrival outfit, whatever that meant. She also said the limousine would be here in thirty minutes. Limousine, I was going to go to Mrs. Brands dress shop in a limousine? JEEZ!

My hair was still in that stupid hair net and wrapped really tight with the curlers. Oh no, diapers again. Yup, the first to come out of a bag were these diaper pants, not diapers you pinned on, but pulled up like panties. They were white and silky on the inside, pink with little white lacey bows printed on the plastic outside. Auntie rubbed the numbing cream on and inside my new cunny first. Then she rubbed in this other ointment and patted me all over down there with a powder puff with baby powder on it. The diaper panties came next and then came white lacey pantyhose with little bow designs in them. Over these came a tight fitting pair of frilly, shear, pink panties. They have ruffled white lace around the waist and leg openings. A petticoat with an attached silky white vest came next. The petticoat was very full and puffy, it came down to cover only half of my diaper covered bottom! The dress was next, shiny pink satin with little white bows sewed on all over it. A thin white satin sash was wrapped around my waist and tied into a big bow in the back. My blue crystal studs were exchanged for pink ones. Doris handed me a small shiny white purse to hold as Keko started the last steps of my new hairdo.

I now had bangs and tons of curls everywhere! Two white hair slides shaped like white bows were clipped to both sides holding my curls behind my ears. A white satin ribbon was used at the back of my head and tied into a bow making a massive curly ponytail with the ribbon ends left trailing. Last but not least were my shoes, shiny pink with shiny white bows on the toe portion. These had a two and a half inch heel and strapped on with a tiny pink buckle. I was ready and so was the limousine.

No one carried me this time, nor held my hands. I was to carry my small purse in front of me, thumbs to the back, fingers to the front. My two cousins squealed in delight when they saw me. I had to admit they both looked very pretty, hair swept back and in ponytails tied with dark blue satin ribbons. They were wearing matching dresses one in blue the other in yellow. These were summer dresses for older girls, still preteen in style but much longer and older looking than my silly baby dress. Their dresses were just above their knees, where as mine was well above my knees as to show off my fancy panties and diapered bottom. There make up was a little more elaborate than mine, eye shadow and fancier drop earrings made the difference.
Keko had us pose for a few photographs and we walked out of the salon, my cousins first with me trailing them. Mrs. Rand was there waiting besides the limousine. She was directing a photographer and a small film crew of three. We each had poses to do with the limousine as the backdrop. Then Mrs. Rand had me walk down the sidewalk and back again. This I did a few times, and we were attracting a crowd of onlookers now.

I was photographed coming out of the salon and also with and without my cousins. We had to play hopscotch after one of the assistants drew the required boxes on the sidewalk in colored chalk. Each time I bent to pick up the polished stone we were using as markers, I heard the photographer click away even more. I guess they wanted more pictures of my diapered bottom and fancy panties with my petticoat showing than anything else. The crowd grew and people were shouting nice things to us. Mrs. Rand was telling a news crew and a reporter about her newest model and that soon I would also be on the pageant circuit. She told everyone my name was Kimmie and that was all she told them. Doris whispered to me not to answer any questions, just to smile all the time. This I did, much to the reporter and news lady of the TV stations annoyance.

Finally with the crowd’s applause and shouts we entered the limousine. Mrs. Rand looked to be very happy and excited. My two cousins were in heaven and just glowing. My Aunt Gwen was happy as well. Me, well, I now knew that Kim, the twelve year old boy no longer existed in this state. I would have to wait until I got back home to become the shy, tiny, twelve-year old boy who kept to himself. But, I had fooled everyone easily enough. To them I am a two-year old baby girl named Kimmie.

I was brought back to the here and now by Mrs. Rand. She was telling me that I had some modeling to do today for my portfolio and for my promotional debut in an advertising campaign for local TV and newspaper ads, as well as a spread in a magazine aimed at parents with preteen children. For many of the dresses I would be modeling I would be diapered, but a few of them called for fancy training panties. It was later that I found out how many different types and styles of diapers there were out there for children of all ages. My cousins would find this out as well, as they were to pose as bedwetting older children for a few magazines aimed at this type of problem. Anyway, we were soon pulling up in front of Mrs. Rand’s dress shop. It was a very large building attached to a mall. It was a two story store and opened on both levels of the indoor mall. The first floor was aimed at preschool aged children and babies. The second floor was aimed at the school aged preteens. Everything in the store was for girls, nothing at all for boys, even though Doris had mentioned a few mothers outfitted their sons at Rand’s.

Mrs. Rand had us exit the limousine at the main entrance to the mall where the photographer and small film crew were already set up and waiting for our arrival. That must be why we had circled the mall for about ten minutes before making our arrival. A small crowd had gathered here as they did at the salon. Mrs. Rand directed us as to who went first and what to do once we exited the limousine. I was to remain to exit with Mrs. Rand last. Doris was the first to leave and she joined the photographer and the person directing the filming. Jenny was next as a nicely dressed boy her age, helped her exit the limousine. The photographer was readily in action and the crowd gave their appreciative noises. Then Penny exited with another nicely dressed boy of her age helping her out of the limousine. Those shots out of the way as more people joined the crowd of onlookers, the film crew moved in as Mrs. Rand exited the limousine and gave a short speech. I was introduced and the door was opened as Mrs. Rand helped me out of the limousine, making sure everyone got a good view of my fancy panty covered diapered bottom.

The walking and playing began again for the film crew as well as posing for the photographer in several different poses. We then entered the mall and made our way to the dress shop. I could see a stage and runway set up outside of the store which faced the central portion of the mall. That is where the film crew and photographer began setting up as we disappeared into the dress shop. My cousins were taken upstairs by Doris, as I was carried into the back of the ground floor by my Auntie.

Funny things, these dress shops. Everything in them screams girly girl. There is no plain anything in these places. Each item has some unique or special something to it. I just can’t believe some of this stuff; have you ever heard of formal style diapers? Or, how about “Dress” diapers to be worn over disposable diapers? JEEZ! Now diaper covers are unique items as well. There are more styles and kinds of diaper covers than diapers. Of course then there is the plastic panties that are not even plastic. Many mothers call them rubber panties, but they aren’t rubber either. Most are made of different thickness vinyl or urethane. As I heard it from a very reliable source, the urethane ones are the best and last the longest. The only problem with them is they only come in clear, no colors at all. To get around this little problem, they make covers for them like separate panty covers, or they sew on your desired cover. Sound familiar? You want to make some money? Design and make diaper or plastic panty covers! In most cases, these items cost more than the diapers and plastic panties do! Amazing, don’t you think?

Most mothers choose to by the cheaper vinyl panties that come in many different colors and can have many different things added to them once a nylon panty is sewn on to cover the vinyl panty. Yup, you guessed it! Every type of waterproof panty that needs to be fancy needs some type of cover sewn over the original. You want lace and ruffles? You want a name or cute saying? You want anything special at all, a cover has to be first made then the request can be fulfilled. That is where the word custom made comes in. Or even more elegant sounding is ‘especially crafted for,’ now that gets the customers buying!

Anyway, in the back room I’m stripped naked once again and I have a super thick pull up forced onto me. Now these are called super absorbent and look ridiculous. Why would any parent spend the amount of money on something this fancy just to throw it away? Yup, these have imitation lace and ruffles all over the front and back. Pink and white lacey ruffles everywhere you look. They are bulky and it even says on the package that they swell when wet! That means they get even bulkier! Now these are thick enough as it is. I can only waddle in these things! The reason I’m forced to wear them is this is my fitting time. I will be dressed, the garment marked up for adjusting it to fit me perfectly, and then stripped down to these pull ups again. Over and over, time after time, for about twenty five different outfits I go through this procedure. Mrs. Rand tells me as well as my Auntie, that if I need to go to the bathroom, to just use the pull up because they are not stopping until the last dress is marked! JEEZ!

After about six dress changes I have to go and wet myself in front of everyone there. That’s about eight different ladies doing different things. Every single one of them know what I am doing and each of them make sure that they acknowledge my act of peeing myself by smiling and winking at me. My Auntie goes so far as to saying out loud, “Good girl Kimmie, those will hold a lot of pee-pee so, don’t worry if you need to wet yourself again Princess.” JEEZ!

Why is it that ladies all have to pat your diapered bottom? I think it is a female instinctive action that they cannot control at all! It’s not so bad at first, but once you are wet, to have that pull up patted on every few minutes just adds to your discomfort. Pat smoosh, pat smoosh, pat smoosh, JEEZ!

We get to take a break after the first ten dresses are done being marked up. I get to have a sippy cup of warm juice; yippee! I look in one of the hundred mirror’s in the room and my hair is a mess, my pull up is twice as thick as when we started and now that I have peed in it three times, I can feel it pulling me down, it is heavy and real puffy!

I finish my sippy cup of warm apple juice and Auntie picks me up and carries me to this big long table and lay’s me down in the middle of it. There are diapers and covers in piles on both sides of me. Auntie pulls the now soaking and very swollen pull up off of me and washes me with baby wipes right there in front of all these people, JEEZ! Then she puts the numbing cream on, the other ointment stuff, baby oil and then pats me down with the powder puff with baby powder all over it. Then a super tiny and thin pull up, mostly just a piece of pull up stuff between my legs secured around my waist by two thin elastic band strings. My Auntie whispers to tell her when I have to go pee-pee and try not to pee in this pull up because it is only good for little leaks.

Then the ladies are taking turns putting on and taking off different combinations of diapers and cover panties. They are marking them as they did with the dresses. I guess these will be adjusted to fit me perfect as well. My goodness, I have never been dressed and stripped so many times before. Now most of these diapers and the covers for them were not so bad, but a few bordered on being ridiculous! I mean, about four of these things were so thick and puffy; I couldn’t have walked wearing them if I wanted to! They called them nighttime, leak-proof, designer diapers, JEEZ! Honest to goodness, I couldn’t even stand wearing these things. It took two ladies to measure and put marks on them because one lady actually had to hold me in a standing position. My legs were so far apart I couldn’t stay standing if she let go of me. Finally we were done with these things and I was put into another one of those fancy super pull ups. I had another sippy cup of warm apple juice and we tried on dresses again. Every so often I heard people outside talking about the fashion show going on. I guess my cousins were modeling while I was in here doing the strip and dress marathon. After another fifteen dresses, we were done with the dresses, thank goodness. I must have had five sippy cups of juice and peed myself another three times before we were done. I was real tired by now when I saw Keko come in.

My drink was changed to soda pop, the kind with a lot of caffeine in it. I could tell because as soon as I was done drinking one sippy cup, another sippy cup of soda pop was given to me. I tried to say no after the second sippy cup full, but I was told I needed to drink at least two more of them. JEEZ!

Keko came over to me smiling; she had a big satchel the strap to it slung over one shoulder. I wish she could have waited another few minutes because right then I had to pee and I let it flow, trying to control it enough so I could keep a straight face. Keko just giggled and told me to just let it go and be done with it. I guess it showed on my face, so that’s what I did and soon just forgot about it because she began working on my hair again. A young lady came around, handing out these pastry bars. All the ladies grabbed a bunch of them; soon wrappers were lying on the floor all over the room. I was handed two of them and the package said vitamin fortified energy bars. I had a blueberry and a strawberry. I started with the blueberry one, it tasted wonderful and I was real hungry. I sipped my soda pop, the third sippy cup. As soon as I put down my sippy cup another was placed next to me. I ate my strawberry energy bar and sipped my fourth soda pop in less than an hour. By the time I had finished it and peed again, Keko was done with my hair and she was now cleaning my teeth with this little pad she put on her finger. After that she cleaned my face, she did that tingly thing to my face and then started reapplying my make up. She used a cotton pad with this junk on it to clean my lips, and then she used that stuff that puffed them up again and then the painting around my lips. Finally she applied the lipstick and gloss coat. I was ready to be dressed.

I could not stand to be sitting one more second as I waited for the next thing, whatever it was, to happen. I stood up on that table they had put me on after the dress markings were completed. It was the diaper table and I started walking back and forth. I peed one more time and my pull up was filled almost to capacity. I was afraid if I sat down again, it would leak as it was compressed, so I stayed standing. Every once in a while one of the ladies would walk by patting my bottom. One lady did it and stopped. She walked back to me and pulled off my pull up and washed me down with baby wipes. Then she left me like that! I was stark naked in front of everyone. JEEZ! Now everyone that came by patted me on my bottom so I quickly sat down and waited. It was not long before my Auntie showed up and chuckled seeing me sitting there wearing only my birthday suit. I was glad I had a cunny now! That lady would have discovered my secret and then I bet all hell would have broken loose.

My first real modeling job in front of an audience was about to begin in fifteen minutes. Dressing up was a blur and I only know that I was covered in a pink satin short dress that was covered in little multi-colored flowers. I wore pull on diapers with a diaper cover that matched my dress. My shoes were open toed sandals that showed off my painted toenails. I wore no socks or hose. My hair had two pink hair slides and a ribbon bow holding my ponytail of curls. I walked out to the little stage and then started down the runway to a loud welcoming of applause as I smiled, walked to the end of the runway, swirled once in a circle and headed back to the stage. Mrs. Rand was doing the descriptions of what I was wearing to the audience. Of course she introduced me as her newest model and that I would soon be seen on television, in the newspaper ads and featured in that preteen magazine. Everyone was told that my name is Kimmie and I am two years old. JEEZ!

Between my dressing changes Mrs. Rand was holding a contest. She would pull out a ticket from a big bowl and the winners would get certain items or discounts at any of her dress shops. I walked down that runway four times in four different outfits. The first was the simplest of the four as they progressively became more involved and fancier. My final outfit was to be my fifth trip down the runway and a special drawing was being held. The little girl that had the winning ticket would get an outfit just like the one I was wearing. The winner had to be present to win and be accompanied by one of her parents. Of course Mrs. Rand added that little boys could enter to win the pretty outfit as well. This brought about a great deal of chuckling and surprisingly, several mothers with their young boys in tow to fill out a last minute ticket. This brought about more chuckles and a few very mad and upset little boys.

My final dress was a beautiful deep, shiny yellow satin, covered by a layer of sheer pale yellow lace with little yellow roses embroidered on the lace. A yellow satin sash was wrapped around my waist and fastened at the back with yellow satin bow that snapped and held the sash tightly. Under that was a very fluffy white petticoat with a vest that buttoned to the petticoat. I wore under that a matching diaper cover over a urethane pair of waterproof panties. Under these panties I wore a set of thick diapers that added to my wiggling bottom. To finish it off I wore a pair of pale yellow lacey ruffled socks with shiny yellow leather shoes that had a yellow bow on the toe. They were two and a half inch heels and when I walked down the runway, people gasped and proclaimed it to be the prettiest gown they ever saw for a toddler. I could feel my bottom wiggling like crazy with every step, and the dress was short enough to be flashing everyone my fancy panties, and diaper covered bottom with every swishy step I took. Thank goodness for the bright lights and the flashes of the photographer’s camera. I couldn’t see the audience, just hear them. I could hear several people say how surprised they were seeing me manage wearing heels at such a young age. That made me smile even bigger. Yup, I’m the most talented and smartest two-year old they will ever see!

There was one more surprise waiting for me when I got back to the stage from my runway walk. My two cousins were standing there wearing different versions of the same dress I was wearing. They were a little more grown up looking than mine, Penny’s designed for a ten year old and Penny’s designed for a young teen. They too were wearing heels. They each walked the runway and Mrs. Rand announced that while they got the special drawing ready, that we three would entertain them with a song. OH JEEZ! My cousins were behind this and maybe Auntie as well. We sang ‘I’m A Happy Girl.’ We were nervous, but once the music started playing we just tuned everyone out and sang as if we were performing for our families. The crowd went nuts with applause and shouts after we finished. The film crew was busy filming our singing and the reaction of the crowd afterwards.

The drawing was held and luckily it was a little girl who won. I bet the little boys who were entered by their mothers were happy she won as well. Um, their might be a little boy out there who would have liked to win. At least that is what my Auntie said.

The next thing that happened shocked me alright! A bunch of little girls and even grown ups wanted my autograph and to talk to me. Mrs. Rand stepped in and asked them to leave their names and addresses with Doris, whom was sitting close by with one of those laptop computers. All I had to do was either shake hands or give the little girls (and some boys) a kiss on the cheek and a hug. That was it for this very full day.

I was changed back into the outfit I wore from the salon. The only difference was, I was now wearing one of those super pull-ups under the diaper cover and fancy panties. We walked to the limousine which took a while because of all the people wanting to take their own pictures and more little girls and boys wanting to meet me and possibly get a kiss and a hug. Security came quickly enough and we were escorted out and to the limousine. I had to wave goodbye. Mrs. Rand was still instructing me in what to do. Finally we all collapsed inside and we drove away.

My caffeine and sugar high has come to an end. I feel drained and worn out after everything that went on and what I had been through this day. Hadn’t I just arrived two days ago, or was it three? What power does Mrs. Rand have anyway? I mean, we meet this woman and my whole life is changed in an instant. She seems to wield a lot of influence wherever she is. She talks, people act. I wonder what would happen if someone got on the bad side of this lady? I’m just too tired to even think about anything right now besides sleep. I lean against Auntie Gwen as she hugs me to her and then…

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I slept while being cuddled in my Auntie’s arms, my two cousins talked excitedly about what they had been through that day and what a wonderful experience it was. Mrs. Rand and Auntie Gwen began discussing what lay ahead for me. Mrs. Rand began saying.

“Gwen, Kimmie has a beautiful singing voice and I saw her dance moves with your girls. Where did she learn those?”

“My girls have taken ballet and improvisational dancing since Jenny was seven and Penny was five. They taught Kim that song and that dance two summers ago. He learned both so quickly it surprised even my girls. In just one day, he was ready to perform for us with them. It’s funny Lilly, the girls had wanted him to dress up just like they were, but he refused and I mean refused. My sister, his mother had brought with her a short set she insisted he wear if he wouldn’t wear the dress the girls wanted him to wear. It was one of Penny’s old baby dresses, but was still very pretty. The short set his mother had him wear made him look like a pretty little girl anyway. It was actually a Skort, one of those shorts with a cloth panel in front and back that made it look like a skirt, a matching top, a pretty light green and yellow combination. She had him wear the matching sneakers, green with yellow piping and laces. He looked adorable.”

“Gwen, could you see about signing Kimmie up with the girls for dancing lessons? I have a person in mind that will gladly be her voice coach.”

“Sure Lilly, it will be my pleasure and I’m sure the girls will love having their new baby girl cousin take lessons with them.”

My two cousins spoke up after overhearing them. Jenny said.

“Kimmie is the best baby sister we could ever have mommy. We love her bunches and bunches and it would be fantastic if she could take dancing with us.”

Penny added her two cents worth.

“Oh yes mommy, now that she has a cunny just like us, we don’t have to worry about swimming or changing or even taking a bath with her.”

The ladies chuckled at the enthusiasm and acceptance of Kimmie as a girl. Mrs. Rand said.

“Gwen, she does look just like a little girl everywhere now doesn’t she.”

“She sure does Lilly; I couldn’t believe my eyes watching the transformation being made so quickly and expertly.”

“Yes, Doctor Swain doesn’t have much of a bedside manner, but she is the best in her field. I send all my girls to her; Kimmie was the first boy that I had sent her. She was very eager to treat him. She has transformed several boys before Kimmie and when I found out who they were I just couldn’t believe they had ever been boys before.”

“Lilly, speaking of transformations, Dr. Swain mentioned something about a procedure that needed doing when Kimmie entered the pageant circuit. I’m not sure that his mother and grandmother will go for that step. It is a little extreme and permanent.”

“I think we will speak of this later Gwen, when Kimmie’s mother and grandmother can be spoken with on a conference line. Of course you will be there as well. The less people who know the better if you know what I mean Gwen?”

“I understand Lilly; I guess the pageant wear session has been moved back till tomorrow? I was looking forward to seeing your creations; I have a few ideas of my own, but I was reluctant to move into that particular market. You seem to have that one sewed up completely on the east coast.”

“Well, as far as the production of several lines and styles I do have that market, but as for the custom design wear, that market is wide open Gwen. That is why I would like you to work through my company for the custom pageant wear. I have a lot of connections and a great catalyst for the right person to launch into this section of the market. If you could meet the required deadlines, then we can surely add the custom wear to our little endeavors.”

“Now Lilly, you know I have my own company and have a few employees I will never get rid of. If I was to form a partnership with you, and this is a big IF, my employees will have to be part of the deal. If not, we might as well end this discussion now.”

“Gwen, please, take it easy girl. You would work through my company, not as a part of my company. It would be like we place the orders with your company, you ship to us and we ship to the customer. Of course, all the garments would have your label on them and we would include a disclaimer form along with a contact form for your company. Of course you can keep your present employees. It was only when I was going to buy your company that I would have replaced your present employees. They are loyal to you not to me. I could see them leaving me if you started up another dress shop. You do things differently than I do Gwen. That is why I think this part of the business will suit your style of management and business sense.”

“In that case you have a deal Lilly. So, tomorrow I will get a chance to see some pageant wear and some of the specific needs of the contestants. Kimmie told me about the CD you snuck into his machine on the plane. I listened to it and read the pamphlet. That gave me a few ideas and let me understand the concept, but I still need to witness a pageant again with dress making in mind. The three I had been to, I was thinking only of my girls.”

“Well, there are a couple of pageants going on now. None of which are large or really considered big time events, but they will let you see the differences of those that are prepared and those that are just beginning and don’t really have a clue as to place well in a pageant. Look at the mothers and see what they are doing with their daughter. Look at the clothing, styles and the way the child is being taught how to present themselves in front of the judges. You do that and you will be able to pick out the ones that have a chance and those that will always be on the losing end. The mothers are the key, the child responds well if the mother teaches well.”

“Thank you Lilly, I will watch for those details. That also gives me a marketing idea. I will have to work it out, but if it works, the dresses will be in the hands of those who stand a chance at winning or placing well. That will be good advertising in itself.”

Lilly changed the subject back to the conference call by saying.

“Gwen, how about we place that call once the children are in bed. I think we should move in that direction as soon as possible. I have a wonderfully large pageant coming up in two months time. I think it would be perfect for Kimmie’s premier in the pageant world.”

“Ok Lilly, they both wanted me to call them tonight anyway. They want to know how Kimmie’s first big day went.”

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So ends book one of “The Little One.”

This story would be forever locked inside me never to be read by you if it were not for Ms Angel O’Hare. I met Ms O’Hare several months ago at my favorite eclectic store and coffee shop in town where she was sharing her humorous stories about her writing and how she began writing TG Fiction. She plugged this site repeatedly, but made us promise to hold her secrets to ourselves if we decided to join this “wonderful” site. I purchased her book which she autographed for me and that is when she agreed to have a one on one sit and chat session later on.

Bribery gets you everywhere, my one firm belief in this reality. I purchased her favorite beverage, which the owner Debby mixed for me, a weird concoction of a super caffeinated coffee blend, adulterated with a flavored creamer and chocolate syrup! I drink mine black. Debby laughed at my expression as she mixed Ms O’Hare’s coffee. She said “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, it’s my best seller, it’s called Angel’s Nectar.” Of course, Angel being a very frequent visitor to this shop of many hidden wonders and collection of very unique individuals has her own coffee mug, a huge monstrosity that was once a beer stein. I fell for Debby’s sales pitch and was now holding a smaller version of that concoction for myself. Damn that coffee was strong and loaded! I was ready to join a marathon after my one regular sized cup!

All I have to say to you is that one chat session had me race to my PC and start writing. I think that coffee had given me the energy to write until I ran out of gas hours later. What she told me I wish to share with anyone out there that wishes they could write, but have no confidence or think they do not have the ability. YOU DO!

Her advice, I paraphrase, “JUST WRITE IT!” Don’t worry about anything else but writing what you have locked within yourself. Don’t worry about where to put a coma, a period, where each paragraph should be and never worry about your spelling skills. “JUST WRITE IT!” She then gave me her business card and told me to email her my story, she would help me, all I had to do was ask. The rest is what you will read below, THANK YOU Ms ANGEL O’HARE!

And thank you Big Closet, I hope what Ms O’Hare has told us is really true about this site.

Sincerely Yours
Richard Sinep