Life can be truly unbearable for the average male if he is
suddenly caught in a pair of frilly girls lace panties by one
of the girls who works for him. It is obscenely humiliating when
the "boss" is an Ensign in the US Navy and is caught in the act
by one of his female enlisted subordinates. I know that some of
you fantasize about getting caught, and we might subconsciously
desire female domination and humiliation; but believe me,
experiencing it is quite a different matter!
Ive always been a casual cross dresser, very content to play
dress-up games in the privacy of nearby hotel and motel rooms.
The Navy doesnt take kindly to having its men mixing satin and
lace with its regulation uniforms. I never took any of my stash
(which mainly consisted of several pairs of panties, slips,
bras, garter belt, stockings, and panty hose) to work, and even
rented a locker off base to keep my secret passion. Since I
wasnt assigned to a ship, but had a four-year tour at a naval
base on the east coast, I had ample opportunity to indulge my
fantasy life after putting in a full days work.
This calm and private existence was shattered when I took over
the management of an office within the local supply department
at the base. The office had five enlisted women assigned to it.
This was fairly typical since there are few opportunities for
women to serve aboard ships, and shore bases usually get more
than their share of Waves.
All of the girls were under twenty-five years of age, and they
were all rather attractive. I was especially attracted to a
young Wave named Linda. She was a stunning twenty year old with
long shapely legs and a very tight ass. She really filled out
her uniform, and kept most of the men she passed in a state of
semi-erection. Even when wearing the normal work uniform of
dungarees (Navy for jeans) and a blue work shirt, it was hard to
keep your eyes off that girl.
I was determined that my first command would be successful, and
wasted no time letting the girls know who was boss. We had some
minor discipline problems, such as coming into work late and
untidy uniforms, and I handled these in short order. I inspected
the girls daily, and minor infractions of the dress code meant
extra work before leaving in the evening. We also had some
strong hints of Lesbian activity, especially between Linda a
very pretty girl named Beth. I could not interfere with their
private lives unless somebody made a complaint about sexual
misconduct, so I was content to enforce what rules I could,
especially the uniform regulations.
Every Tuesday the entire supply department had a dress
inspection, and all sailors were required to wear the proper
dress uniform to the inspection, although they could change into
the normal work uniform after morning quarters. Waves can wear
either skirts or slacks as part of their dress uniform. I
quickly made it known that my girls would show up for inspection
in the dark blue jacket and regulation skirt, with proper black
high-heeled leather pumps and nylons. Needless to say, I really
enjoyed inspecting my girls. It was a real sense of power,
making them line up at attention with eyes looking straight
ahead while I made a very detailed inspection of their uniforms.
I especially enjoyed inspecting Linda since her skirt was always
tight and revealing, and she usually showed a little more leg
than she ought to. It was always a real trip watching the girls
get ready. They would endlessly adjust their stockings and help
each other get lint off their blue serge uniforms.
But all too soon, the inspection was over, and the girls would
be off to the powder room to change back into the dowdy working
uniforms. Some of the girls would hang their dress uniforms in
lockers, but Linda would always bring hers back to the office
and hang it on a coat rack for the next week. She would also
leave her pantyhose and slips in her desk drawer to use
again the following week.
I watched Linda go through this procedure every week. She would
get two inspections out of her lingerie before she would take
them home for the laundry. I found myself thinking about Linda
quite a bit. I secretly longed to take her and feel her soft,
warm body under my control; I also fantasized about her sexy
lingerie. Sometimes I could picture Linda standing there in her
slips, pantyhose, and black high-heeled pumps ; other times
she would be naked and gently teasing my body by rubbing her
sexy lingerie in my erection. I restrained myself every week,
until the time Linda brought in a delicate pale pink nylon half
slip. I noticed a hint of French lace peeking out from under her
blue serge skirt at inspection, and eagerly waited to get a
better look at it when she returned from changing into her work
clothes. I almost came in my pants as I looked out of my office
door and saw Linda gently folding this delightfully feminine
slip which had the delicate French lace and satin ribbons on its
hem. All too soon, it was in the drawer of the gray Navy desk,
and we were back in the work routine.
I knew I couldnt resist touching that delicate garment. I
waited until the office was closed, pretending to work late on
reports. Once everyone was gone, I locked the office door and
pulled the shades. Giddy with excitement, I unlocked Lindas
desk and touched the lingerie. I slowly held up her most private
lingerie and caught the light scent of feminine perfume on the
sexy slip. I knew I had to try it on! I quickly snatched the
slip and pantyhose and made for my office. Locking the door and
stripping off my uniform, I slowly began pulling on the
pantyhose. Once in place, I daintily stepped into the thrilling
feminine pink half-slip, letting my nylon legs make that
exquisite swishing sound when nylon rubs against nylon. Besides
being totally excited to the point of coming all over these sexy
items, I realized that I was fulfilling both my fetish fantasy
and my fantasy to take Linda. It was almost like having Linda
in a most intimate way because I was invading her most private
lingerie, and she would never know about it! I felt giddy, and
at the same time, like the naughtiest person in the world.
I didnt keep the lingerie on very long; I guess I was afraid of
getting caught. After all, I was violating my own rules about
keeping my fantasies off base. I carefully took off the slip and
the pantyhose, folded them neatly, and returned them to Lindas
desk drawer. Everything was normal the next morning. Linda
didnt notice anything out of the ordinary. I was sure that I
had found a new and exciting game to play, and I made quite a
favorable impression on the command by staying late to work
several times each week.
My game got more exciting one week when Linda added a pair of
pink lace-trimmed bikini panties to her usual slip and
pantyhose. In fact, she almost made a show of putting her
lingerie away after inspection. She slowly folded the pantyhose
and pink lace skip, and gently placed the new panties on top of
them before closing the desk drawer. Linda looked my way once or
twice while she was doing this, but I thought she was just
trying to be a prick tease.
I followed the same pattern that evening, staying and rushing to
try on the latest of her lingerie. The new panties fit
perfectly. I admired myself in my full-length mirror, slowly
raising the slip to reveal the latest addition to my dress-up
game. It was about that time when my phone rang. I rushed over
to my desk, sat down, and answered it. It was the duty watch,
just making sure that somebody hadnt left the lights on in the
office. While talking to him, I didnt hear the outer office
door open. But I did hear someone insert a key in my locked
office door! I couldnt hang up and get to the door before it
opened. Ive got to play this real cool, I told myself. After
all, from the waist up I was in regulation uniform and I was
sitting behind a large oak desk. I hung up on the duty watch,
and looked up to see Petty Officer Linda and her friend Beth
standing in the doorway.
I knew I couldnt stand up without revealing my embarrassing
condition, so I motioned for Linda and Beth to sit down on my
couch. Linda began immediately. "Since this is going to be a
rather personal discussion, I think it is best that Beth should
wait in the outer office." Before I could say a word, Linda
began her little discussion. "Since you are my division
officer," she began, "I thought Id let you know that some
sneaky girl has been going through my desk and stealing my
undies." She smiled knowingly, and casually brushed back her
long blonde hair. She told me to relax and stay seated as she
began to unbutton her work shirt to reveal her firm tits encased
in a black leather bra. I was speechless. She was obviously in
control of the situation, which was evident by my silence and
reluctance to stand up. She continued to carry on a matter-of-
fact conversation as she stripped off her dungarees and and
stood in front of me in leather panties, black net nylons and
high-heeled patent leather pumps.
"It seems," she said, "that this certain young lady has made the
mistake of spotting my dainty lingerie. You know about spotting,
dont you, sir? When little girls get too excited, they drip a
little, getting their pretty little panties all icky and
stained. You wouldnt happen to know who this little girl is,
would you, sir? Do you know any little girls who like to wear
pretty little panties and slips, little girls who get soooo
excited that they have little accidents, would you?"
Trying to retain some measure of control I told her that if she
stopped this ridiculous behavior and got out of here, that Id
forget this ever happened. But Linda was having none of that.
Her coy attitude suddenly changed, and she smirked that an
officer should stand up when a lady entered his room. With that,
she suddenly began to lecture me on proper courtesy, saying that
when she called inspection, Id better hop to!
Burning with shame and embarrassment, I reluctantly rose and
stood at attention. I was shaking with fear as I stood before
this girl that I had ordered around for the last three months.
You could clearly tell that I was wearing the pink half-slip,
and that I was in a very excited state.
She had me walk around in front of the desk, laughing at having
caught her boss half-dressed in her dainty lingerie. "Come
quick," she called to Beth, "I think Ive found out who the
little girl is that has been stealing my undies."
Beth came back into the room. She was carrying a Wave dress
uniform and a Polaroid camera. "I guess youre right, Linda,"
she laughed. "It looks like our little girl turned out to be
our division officer."
Standing there, exposed and humiliated, I was totally in their
power. I hung my head as Linda began her little speech. "From
now on, were going to take liberties with you, sir. Unless
you want to end up in the brig, youll do everything, and I mean
everything, that we tell you. Weve even thought up a new name
for you, something more fitting for our new girlfriend - Barbie
you can start by getting rid of that ugly male shirt, and
getting your panted ass into something more befitting for a
little girl panties-stealer like yourself - this ladies uniform.
Since you like dressing up so much, were going to let you go
all the way!
Beth put her pile of feminine clothing on the couch and had me
remove Lindas slip, panties, and pantyhose. She made me sit
down naked on a cold wooden chair and pulled a table over to it.
She opened her purse and took out all the bottles and tubes of
things they were going to put on me, and then began to apply the
makeup to my face.
Linda took the bottle of foundation and dabbed a little of it on
her finger and on several places on my face. When she had enough
of it on my face to do the job, she put the bottle down and
began smoothing and blending it over my entire face and even
into my hairline, until she was satisfied that it was applied
evenly and wasnt showing any of my beard or blotching. Next she
took a black eyebrow pencil and arched and shaped my eyebrows
in a very feminine style.
They were commenting on how much better my eyebrows would look
if they would tweeze out all the extra hair on them. I was
almost in a panic, hoping they wouldnt carry out that threat. I
was thankful that they didnt. Linda picked up the frosted blue
eye shadow and with a brush she applied it to both of my
eyelids, blending it from heavy to a thin layer as she got
closer to my arched eyebrows. With black mascara, Linda rolled
the brush across my eyelashes several times on each lash,
including the bottom ones. I could feel how much heavier they
seemed as I blinked my eyes. Next she took a bright red glossy
lipstick and put it on my lips rather heavily but carefully,
shaping my lips into perfect sexy little girl pout. Then with a
rose-colored blusher, she took her glossy red finger tip and
brushed the cheeks of my face gently with it. Then Linda and
Beth both stood back away from me to survey the handiwork they
had just done on my face.
Then they had me stand up, and the two of them started putting
the feminine Navy uniform on me. Linda picked up a very pretty
pink French lace bra. It was panties and fully padded. She
held it out while Beth took some glue and fastened a pair of
large filled foam-rubber pads to my chest.
Beth then held out the pretty lace-trimmed bra for me to put my
arms through the shoulder straps, and as I did, Linda fastened
the hooks in the back of the bra behind me. It fit me rather
tight and I knew that I would not be able slide it around to the
front of my chest to unhook it if I had to, at least not very
easily anyway. The pads glued to my chest effectively prevented
my turning it around.
Once the bra was in place, Beth took hold of each of the cups
and twisted them back and forth several times each, and I could
feel the adhesive pulling on my nipples as she did so. It hurt a
little, but it wasnt unbearable, and Linda told me that it
would make me more aware that I now had tits just like the other
girls that worked for me.
Next came a garter belt that matched my pretty frilly bra, and
they wrapped it around my waist and fastened it in the back. It
too was a little tight, but they said they wanted it that way. A
pair of sleek beige nylons was next, and they deftly
straightened any folds or wrinkles that may have formed from
being in the box.
Linda brought out another pair of extremely feminine pink lace
panties. These had scalloped French lace all around the
waistband and the leg holes. Once they were in place, Linda
handed me the frilly pink lace half-slip that was my undoing,
and I stepped obediently into it.
Beth opened a shoe box she had taken from the supply room and
removed the size 11D black high-heeled regulation pumps and
helped me slip my feet into each of them. I teetered a little
while trying to get my balance, but since the heels were only
three and half inches, it only took a minute or two to get the
feel of them.
A regulation blouse was then put on me, and I buttoned it up the
front and snapped the collar tie. The skirt was next, and as
Linda buttoned and zipped it up the side I noticed that it was
much too short to conform to the Navy dress code. Linda remarked
that she had taken the liberty of hemming it. It didnt matter
anyway, since no one was going to see me wearing it. The
regulation jacket was next, and after I had buttoned it up over
my full breasts, I was made to sit back down in the hardwood
chair as Beth placed and styled a long blonde wig on my head. It
only took her a few minutes, after which they placed the
regulation naval cap on my head. I was now dressed in a
regulation Waves uniform, complete with makeup and high heels,
and a new variation of naval miniskirt that came to about mid
thigh on me. I was now made to stand and Linda called attention!
Linda began to inspect me, commenting on the fact that my
titties jutted out nicely and that I should be proud to possess
such a nice pair. Beth suggested that Linda check to see if I
was wearing clean and regulation lingerie. "Are you wearing a
regulation white slip and clean white cotton panties, Barbie?",
she screamed. "Answer me, girl!" Burning with humiliation I
stammered, "Aye, aye,....yes, Maam......I mean aye....no
Maam." "Which is it, girl?" she yelled. "Lift your skirt up so
I can see your slip." I lifted my skirt a few inches to expose
the non-regulation pink lace hem, but that wasnt good enough
for her. She had me lift it up to my waist.
"You should know better than that, Barbie! Pink is very
feminine, but not regulation. How about your panties? Are they
white cotton panties? Answer me! Tell me what color panties you
are wearing, young lady!"
On the verge of tears, I had to tell them exactly what color
panties I was wearing. They wouldnt settle for a simple
explanation. They kept me repeating my reply until it was
embarrassingly detailed. "Miss Linda, Im wearing pretty little
pink lace bikini panties with French lace and pretty little
ruffles and bows on them."
"Lets have a look, Miss Barbie. Lift up your slip so we can
get a good look at your pretty pink lace panties."
I was now holding both my short skirt and my frilly pink lace
slip above my waist. Beth was laughing and busily snapping away
with her camera. Linda showed mock horror as she stared at my
erection which clearly showed through my ultra-feminine pink
"What a nasty little girl - not only are your panties against
regulation, they are soiled. Look, Beth, I do believe that our
naughty little girl has even soiled her darling pink panties.
With that, Linda reached down and gently stroked my throbbing
erection through my panties.
Now for one of the ultimate humiliations. Standing at attention,
holding my new skirt and slip above my waist, my subordinate
played with my erect penis through the ultra-feminine panties.
With tears in my eyes I lost all control, and spurted hot cum
all over my pretty panties!
"Thats a good girl, Miss Barbie, just let it happen," she
laughed as she stroked my dick. Linda caught any sperm that shot
through my panties in her hand, and then spread it on the crotch
of my panties when I had spent myself. They left me standing
there in my wet, sperm-soaked panties, and with hot cum dripping
down my pretty nylon legs, they continued with their
snapshots. After what seemed like hours, they turned their
attention back to me.
"Well, well, well - it looks like Miss Barbie had a little
accident," smirked Beth. "Your poor little division officer has
gone and wet all over herself and ruined her darling little
panties." Getting into the next round of their game, Linda said,
"You know, Miss Barbie certainly has wet her panties, havent
you, Miss Barbie? Answer me, girl! Havent you!?"
"Yes, my panties are wet, Miss Linda." But that wasnt good
enough for them. I had to keep describing my accident in
detail before theyd let me go. "Ive been a naughty little
girl, Miss Linda, because I wet my pretty pink lace panties. I
just wet all over myself like a big baby, and now my pretty
panties are all wet and icky."
"Not bad, Miss Barbie. I think you are getting the hang of the
game," smirked Linda. "Hey, Beth, you know, we can have a lot of
fun with this little girl. She looks so adorable in her little
lace panties and sexy nylons. And she was such a macho prick as
our division officer. Im going to have a lot of fun making her
squirm." With that, Linda reached over and grabbed me by my limp
dick and pulled me to my knees. She slowly lowered her leather
panties and sat down on the couch, spreading her legs wide. I
had always dreamed of getting between her legs, but not like
Beth walked over behind me, raised my skirt and slip, and gave
me a sound slap on my panted bottom. She then sat down on my
back, and used a ruler to paddle my lace-clad bottom until I was
whimpering like a little ten-year-old girl. I was totally
humiliated; a brave naval Ensign, dressed in a Waves uniform
and wearing cum-soaked ultra-feminine pink lace panties and
nylons and a garter belt. "If the boys in the O club could
only see their Ensign now!" smirked Beth. "Oh, they will if she
doesnt obey us," warned Linda. Beth pulled my skirt and slip
over my waist and commanded me to crawl on my hands and knees
over to Linda, ordering me to lick her until she came in my
They then had me stand up to stand another inspection, only this
time they brushed off any lint that they found. They freshened
my makeup and replaced one of my nylons that had gotten a run in
it. Once they were sure that I was pretty close to naval
regulation, they each took one of my arms and we walked out of
my office and through the outer office to the door of the supply
department. They told me that if I were to be found out that I
would be in more trouble than I cared to think about as we left
the building and headed for their car.
We drove across the base and out the main gate and headed for
town. When we came to an out-of-the-way bar clear across to the
other side of town, we stopped the car and they took me inside.
We sat down at a table in a secluded corner and Linda ordered
drinks for all of us. As soon as we got them, Linda and Beth got
up from the booth and and decided to dance to a couple of
records, leaving me all alone in the booth in the dark corner.
It was while they were dancing that a mannish-looking woman came
over to me and sat down in the booth. She asked me if I would
like to dance with her. At first I told her no, but Beth and
Linda came back to the booth and insisted that I should, giving
me that or else look.
I slid around to the edge of the booth and stood up. The woman
took my hand and led the way to the dance floor. It was a slow
song and she held me very close to her. I was glad that she was
a little drunk, or she might have found out that I was really a
guy. When the song was over, she walked back to the booth with
me, and asked if she could join us for a drink or two. Before I
could say anything, Linda jumped at the chance to have her sit
with us, right next to me.
It didnt take this Lesbian long to start messing around,
trying to feel my legs and ass. The only way to stop her was to
take hold of her hand and hold it while we sat there. She bought
us several more drinks, and as we drank them, things got a
little more relaxed. The next thing I knew was that this woman
had put her arm around my waist and held my hand with her other
Beth and Linda kept commenting on what a nice couple we made,
trying to encourage the girl to go even further than she already
had, to the point that every time I let my guard down for even a
second she tried to kiss me on the cheek or run her hand up my
nylons and under my short skirt.
This went on for over an hour, until Linda finally told us that
we had better be going. As we got up from the booth, Linda and
Beth thanked the woman for buying the drinks for us, and told me
to at least give the nice woman a good night kiss. I was turning
a bright red, and if not for my makeup, they would have seen it.
I turned my head to just tell the girl thanks and as my mouth
opened, she planted her lips over mine and sent her tongue deep
into my throat. I didnt have to return her kiss; she was
holding me so tight around my waist that my head wouldnt go
back any further. She kissed me long and hard, and as she did I
could see the flash coming from Beths camera.
When she broke off the kiss, she made me promise that I would
return there tomorrow and meet her. She wouldnt let us go until
she had Beths and Lindas promise. Then she kissed me lightly
on the cheek and let go of my waist. As I walked past her, she
slapped me on the cheek of my ass rather hard, right on the sore
spot that Beth had left for me.
Once outside, I was going to start screaming at Beth and Linda,
but as I opened my mouth to start, Linda told me they would
lower my pink lace panties and paddle my flesh right then and
there if I said one word to either of them.
We got back into the car and headed back toward the base. Once
we got inside the gate I felt a little better knowing that I
didnt have to show my ID card to the Marine guard at the gate.
The car pulled back up to the supply room, and we all got out
and went back into my office, where my ordeal was ended.
My ordeal finally ended as they ordered me out of the Waves
uniform, but commanded that I remain in my damp lingerie. They
told me to come to work the next day as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, yes, Miss Barbie, make sure you are wearing your regulation
lingerie of white cotton panties, sheer pantyhose, and a white
cotton slip. If you cant do this, youre going to get a severe
dressing down, young lady!" Linda laughed. Oh, yes, replied
Beth, "its very unladylike to wear damp panties, little girl,
so dont let me catch you wearing damp panties again, or maybe
momma Beth will put you in diapers. Yes, youd look just darling
wearing diapers, Miss Barbie."
I sat at my desk, sobbing my heart out. These mere girls had me,
they had all of me. The pictures were damning. They not only had
me holding my dress and slip to expose my panties and nylons,
but shots of Linda jacking me off, as well as performing oral
sex on her. The worst shots were of me holding my skirts high,
with my gartered and stocking legs held tightly together, and
my pretty pink panties visibly damp and soiled, not to mention
the one of that Lesbian French kissing me in the bar. I
truly was their Barbie Doll.
These women could not only disgrace me, ruin my career, but
quite possibly send me to jail as well. I had no choice but to
be their Barbie Doll. It was past eleven PM when they finally
left, and their was no way that I would be able to purchase the
feminine regulation lingerie for the next day. Im sure they
arranged this problem, so I left for my apartment to wash my
newly acquired pink lace slip, pink lace panties, pink garter
belt, and nylons.
The next day I arrived for work wearing Lindas frilly feminine
things that I had washed the night before under my uniform.
Linda wasted no time in getting into my office. She closed and
locked the door, and then commanded me to lower my trousers.
"Shame on you, Miss Barbie, youre still not wearing regulation
undies. Wheres your white cotton panties, wheres your plain
white regulation slip? We cant have this disregard for
regulations, can we Miss Barbie?" I shamefully replied, "No,
Miss Linda, Im very sorry, Miss Linda."
"Youve been acting so young and foolish, not very mature, Im
afraid," she said. "Beth and I have decided to dress you in some
darling clothes that are a bit more appropriate for a young
lady. Mmmm, lets see... you wet your panties, right? And you
really love lace and ribbons. Your favorite color is pink...
Maybe youd like to start out learning how to be a proper young
lady at an earlier time in life? I guess we could make you a
teenage girl. I could dress you in a training bra, since you
really have such small tits. Yes, miniskirts, crinolines,
petticoats, and simple nylon panties and low-heeled patent
leather pumps might do."
I was getting visibly excited as I stood before her and she
described my teenage girl outfit. Unfortunately I got so excited
that a few drops began to make a damp circle on the front of my
French lace bikini panties. "Oh, no, I forgot about the little
accidents you have. Proper teenage girls dont wet their pretty
little panties, Miss Barbie. Im afraid well have to back a
a little farther in time." With that, Linda reached down into the
bag she brought into the room and brought out a pair of frilly
ruffled pink nylon panties with rows of pink ruffles across the
back. "I got these panties just for you, Miss Barbie, just the
thing for a six-year-old little girl. You know, the kind that
occasionally have accidents."
Linda had thought this scene out very well. She had me remove my
uniform trousers and my pink lace panties and then had me step
into the frilly, ruffled pink panties. Then she ordered me to
sit down until until she returned with more appropriate little
girl clothes. She left, taking my trousers with her in the bag!
Talk about stark terror, here I was, without trousers, and
wearing my nylons and garter belt and these ultra-feminine pink
ruffled lace panties! I was literally trapped in my own office!
Linda told the rest of the office to hold all my visitors, that
the Ensign wasnt feeling too well. In about an hour she
returned with several large packages.
"Youre in luck, Miss Barbie. I was able to find your size in
some really cute little girls fashions!" she teased as she
pulled a fluffy pink party dress out of the bag. She also
brought out a starchy white petticoat, black patent leather high
heel shoes, a pair of pink colored Danskin tights and a large
pink ribbon for my hair. She ordered me to strip out of the rest
of my uniform, and quickly began to dress me in my new outfit.
In a few minutes I looked totally ridiculous dressed in a little
girls party dress. I was candy-apple red from shame, unable to
move without exposing my pretty ruffled panties. "Dont you like
your new party dress, Miss Barbie?" Linda teased. "I really like
to see you dressed as a sissy little girl. And Im sure my macho
division officer is about to wet her darling little panties,
shes so excited!"
Linda decided that I should stay like this in my office all day
and thought I could amuse myself by writing a thousand times:
"Im a sissy little girl who gets so excited in her new ruffled
panties and party dress that she wets her panties."
Later that day, Linda returned to inspect my progress. I had
written the punishment, but since I couldnt leave the office, I
was in desperate need to use the mens room. Linda anticipated
my dilemma and produced a little potty chair, the kind youd use
to potty train a child with.
After looking at my punishment writing, she lifted my short
skirt to see if Id had an accident. "Very good, Miss Barbie!
Youre still dry! I guess its a good thing I brought you this
potty chair." She ordered me to sit on the potty chair and told
me to "make wee-wee like a good little girl." I accepted the
relief, even though it was terribly humiliating to be forced to
act like a child. I began pulling down the colored Danskin
tights, but Linda cut me short. "No, no, Miss Barbie. You have
to make wee-wee so bad, you dont have time to lower your new
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