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This is a fantasy. Please don't repost this story without my written
consent. Thank you.
Let me know what you think <jrose@chickmail.com>
Enjoy!

The Babysitter, Part 1

by jennyrosario

	Amanda took one last look in the mirror. At seventeen, Amanda had a
definite look. She wore her raven-colored hair shoulder length and
straight usually parted nearly down the middle. Her hair complemented
some would say her rather striking hazel eyes. Color came easily to her
cheeks, so often she had a healthy pink glow even without any makeup.
She did like to dress up and would often highlight her eyes and lips.
She was average height and a little skinny. She stepped back to check
out her profile and was pleased to see how much her breasts stood out
even in this conservative top. It wasn't like she had a huge bust, 34Bs,
but on her frame she thought she looked good!
	 She decided she would wear a little bit of makeup but otherwise she
would keep on the just above-the-knee skirt and matching top with her
pantyhose. After all she was just going to be babysitting some little
brat and she didn't need to impress anyone. Her mom's friend had called
up at the last minute desperate for someone to look after her daughter
Sandy. Apparently the mother was starting some night class and her usual
babysitter had been confused over the dates. If things went well tonight
Amanda might have a regular job, two nights a week and an odd weekend,
looking after this Sandy girl. Amanda didn't really like babysitting
little kids, but the mother was willing to pay very well. That was
another good thing; though it was just the mother and daughter, they
were very well off. Amanda thought that that couldn't be a bad thing.
Unless the little girl was really spoiled. 
	All these thoughts were going through Amanda's mind as she finished her
makeup and prepared to leave. 
	"You call me if any problems arise," called out Amanda's mother. They
lived just a couple blocks apart--another positive, thought Amanda.
	"Ok, Mom, I should be home around ten," Amanda said as she breezed out
the door.
	When she got to the house, her first surprise appeared at the door.
Sandy was not some little kid but a teenager or at least she looked like
one. She was shorter than Amanda by a good four inches, an average
weight though, not skinny or heavy. Like her name she had sandy-colored
hair that was a little longer than Amanda's, kind of wavy, which she
parted down the middle. Amanda noticed her blue eyes and full red lips.
But what drew her attention most was this girl's body. Though she looked
young (was she still in grade school, wondered Amanda), she definitely
had a mature figure. She had curves that showed even under the jeans and
sweatshirt she was wearing as she stood at the door.
	"Hi, I'm the babysitter, my name's Amanda."
	"Oh, hi, I'm Sandy," she said shyly. Then she called out, "Mom,
Amanda's here!"
	Sandy's mother strode up to the door. "Good, hello, do come in," she
said in one breath. "I'm running late so I'll let Sandy give you the
house tour. I'm so glad you could come on such short notice. I hope this
works out. My class is over at 9:30, so I should be back by ten easily.
The emergency numbers are on the fridge. Help yourself to any food.
Sandy will show you. Any questions?"
	"Bedtime?" Amanda asked, then she immediately wished she hadn't when
she caught Sandy's eye.
	"Oh, I think Sandy's old enough to still be up when I get home. I
wanted you to be here--I just didn't think she was quite old enough to
be alone in  the evenings. After all she is only thirteen. You do have
homework, don't you, dear?"
	"Yeah, I have some, but not a lot tonight," Sandy replied. She was
looking with great interest at Amanda.
	"Ok, I've got to run. Have a nice night."
	After  the mother left there was an awkward silence until they heard
the car drive off. 
	"Shall I show you around?" Sandy asked somewhat timidly.
	"Sure. What grade are you in?" asked Amanda.
	"Seventh."
	Sandy gave her the full tour. Amanda noted the swimming pool in the
back yard and the fully stocked kitchen. She liked the spaciousness of
the downstairs. There was a family room with a huge entertainment
center. 
	Then Sandy took her upstairs. Sandy's mom's room was large with double
walk in closets. One of them was open and Amanda saw that it was packed.
	"Wow, your mom has lots of clothes."
	"That's not all of them either!" Sandy exclaimed. She opened the other
closet. "Mom's crazy over clothes and shoes." Amanda's eyes opened wide.
"And you should see her makeup! In here," Sandy called. It was a
bathroom off of the master bedroom.
	"You get your own bathroom?" Amanda asked.
	"Yep," Sandy responded happy to impress this older girl.
	"Let's see your room," Amanda said.
	Sandy had a room almost as big as her mom's with  clothes spilling out
of closet and dressers. "I need to clean my room," was all Sandy said.
	Amanda wanted to see the kinds of clothes Sandy had. "You sure do," she
said. Amanda was very careful with her own clothes. "Why don't you do
some now? I'll keep you company."
	"Ok," Sandy said surprisingly cheerfully.
	Meanwhile, as they talked about school and boys and music as Sandy
picked up a dress here, some jeans there, Amanda was thinking. This
could be kind of fun. Sandy had all these clothes and probably could buy
whatever she wanted. She had what Amanda was guessing was a very curvy
body for a thirteen-year-old. It would be fun to dress her in the latest
styles and she what she would look like. Maybe get her to wear a little
makeup. Maybe even get her to buy some more grownup things. She could be
Amanda's Barbie doll! A living doll for her to dress up. 	
	Things were turning out better than what she'd thought just an hour
ago.
	"Show me some of your favorite clothes," Amanda said. Sandy was only
too happy to have her babysitter's attention. She didn't get too much
attention from her mom, her being so busy with work and now the evening
classes. Sometimes she was home alone after school every day of the
week.
	She pulled out some tops and jeans, a couple of  skirts and one dress,
none of which impressed Amanda all that much. 
	"Put on that blue skirt for me," Amanda said, "I want to see how it
looks on you." It was pleated and Amanda thought it might hang nicely
over Sandy's hips. Instead it was too long for Amanda's taste and ended
up looking kind of old-fashioned. She wrinkled her nose. Sandy noticed.
	"I have this other one," Sandy said pointing to a pink skirt that
looked like it would at least fall above the knees.
	"Ok, let's see that one."
	It was better as it was more form fitting and came to about an inch
above her knees.
	"Sandy, what if I gave you some tips on what clothes to buy?" Amanda
pushed forward. "On Thursday, we could head out to the mall and look at
some things. You'd have to get your homework done before I got here."	
	"That would be super!" Sandy said. She was somewhat in awe of this high
school girl.
	"Do you have any money to buy clothes?" Amanda asked.
	"Oh, yeah, my mom gives me whatever I need. In fact she's been after me
lately to get some new things."
	"Good. When I come for a weekend to babysit, we'll really have some
time to work on your wardrobe. Until then I will ask you to get some
things on your own. Now, let's see your undies."
	"What?!" Sandy exclaimed.
	Laughing, Amanda said, "No, not what you're wearing, silly. Your undies
drawer. What a girl wears underneath is just as important, maybe more
so, than what she wears for every one to see."
	"Oh, ok," Sandy was relieved and moved to her chest of drawers. All
kinds of things were still spilling out. 
	"Why don't you tidy them up as you show them to me?"
	First Sandy pulled out her panties and showed them to Amanda. As she
expected they were white or pastel cotton, mostly briefs, though Sandy
had a few bikini panties with little designs. Then she held up her bras.
They were all just one step away from training bras, cotton or nylon,
and very supportive. She had one jogging bra, Amanda noticed.
	"What size do you wear?" Amanda queried.
	"32C", Sandy said. Amanda was impressed.
	"What kinds of tights or hose do you have?" Amanda asked.
	These were in the bottom drawer. Sandy pulled out mostly leggings and
knee socks. She had one pair of pantyhose--"I wear these for dress up
occasions"--and one pair still in a package.
	"Hmmm," Amanda was thinking. "We have a lot to do.  From now on when I
come to babysit you, I want you to dress for me. Wait `til I get here
and your mom leaves. I want this to be a surprise for her. But you can
get ready by showering and doing your nails. Yes, we're starting from
scratch! For this Thursday, just put on some clear nail polish and your
skirt and top that you like. Have them ready for when I get here. Also,
and again, do this after I get here, put on a little lip gloss. Then
we'll zip on over to the mall and start looking at all the
possibilities. We won't have much time to buy anything cuz we want to be
back by 9:30 when your mom gets home. But it'll be a start. I'll make
sure to borrow the car, and maybe I'll dress to show off a few things
for you. How does that sound?"
	"Oh, Amanda, this will be so much fun!" Sandy said.
	At that moment they heard a sound from downstairs. "Yoo-hoo," it was
Sandy's mom. The whole evening had passed. 
	"We're in my room," called Sandy.
	"Well, I am impressed!" Sandy's mom said as she entered her daughter's
clean room. "You will come back on Thursday?"
	"You bet!" Amanda said as she turned and winked at Sandy. They both
smiled thinking about what was to come.

                                                  *       *      
*       *       *

	"Yes, dear, is anything wrong?" Mrs. Berensohn, Sandy's mother, had
just been been put through to her daughter.
	"No, Mom, I was just wondering how to do a load of laundry. You showed
me once but I forgot," Sandy said blithely.
	Though initially she was surprised by the question, Mrs. Berensohn
breathed a sigh of relief that her daughter was alright. Or was she?
Wanting to do a load of laundry? She quickly ran through the steps
before Sandy changed her mind and hung up still shaking her head in
disbelief.
	It was Wednesday afternoon and Sandy was making sure to be prepared for
tomorrow's visit from her babysitter. She laundered everything she would
need as per Amanda's request.
	On Thursday Sandy could hardly concentrate on school work. As soon as
she got home she showered, and, dressed in her robe, worked on her
nails. Then she dutifully did her homework and was just finishing when
her mom got home and heated up some dinner. She was still in her robe
when Amanda arrived. With a kiss from her mom she was left with her
babysitter.
	"Ok, I want to see you dressy and ready in fifteen minutes!" Amanda
announced. Sandy bounded up the stairs and got ready. This gave Amanda a
little time to check out the family room. Big screen TV. VCR. Nice
stereo system. Even, it looked like, a video camera  system.
	"I figure we need to find you some good places to check out regularly
at the mall. I want to look for skirts and tops tonight. But we'll also
go into the Victoria's Secret shop as well. That'll still leave shoes
and we haven't even begun with makeup yet. What are your favorite
colors?" Amanda quizzed her as they were driving to the mall.
	The first shop they went to was called `Hot Topic' and they looked at
the array of short skirts and hip huggers. There were racks of stockings
and tights, fishnets and body stockings. "There may be some things I'll
want you to get here. This won't be the main place."
	The next place was called `Wet Seal'. Here they spent a long time. They
had a great selection of animal prints, skirts of all kinds, even some
dresses that Amanda admired. "Why don't you try on a few of these
skirts? We want you to go home tonight with something!"
	They ended up with a tight black skirt that came to about three inches
above her knees, a paisley, filmy skirt that was fuller but also short
and a purple satin stretchy skirt that came to mid thigh.
	"So, what do you think?" Amanda asked as they walked out.
	"I love them!" was all Sandy could say. She was in kind of a daze of
excitement.
	"Uh-oh, we've got to hurry," Amanda sped up. "We have time for one more
stop and it has to be the lingerie shop."
	When they got there Amanda said,"It's time you completely changed your
undies." Amanda had this way of making announcements that caught Sandy
off guard.
	"Oh, you mean I need a new wardrobe of underwear?" she said after a few
moments.
	"Yes," Amanda said immediately. "You need these over here," taking her
to a table of satin bikinis. "And some of these," holding up a pair of
thongs. "And don't be afraid to get matching sets of panties and bras.
And as for bras you have to get several Wonderbras--your figure will
really be enhanced with them. And some sheer ones with and without
underwire. And at least several demibras. They will look fantastic on
you!"
	Sandy's head was spinning but she took it all in.
	"So you know where to go? I'm giving you an assignment for over the
weekend. You've got to come here because I want you dressed in your new
clothes top to bottom next Tuesday. Ok?"
	"Yeah, sure," Sandy said.	
	"Look at the time! We've got to get you back home," Amanda said as she
drug Sandy out of the store. They zipped home just  in time to put
Sandy's purchases away, bound down the stairs,  and greet her mom as she
returned from her class.
	"See you next Tuesday!" Amanda said to Sandy as she scooted out the
door.

				*         *        *

	Amanda called Sandy the next afternoon. "You know that when you shop
for panties they need to fit you very well, so if you're wondering, go
with the smaller size." Amanda continued with shopping instructions for
her new charge. Sandy for her part was thrilled to have this attention;
she hadn't expected to talk to Amanda today. Her call got her to
planning her shopping trip tomorrow in even greater detail.
	After hanging up, she told her mom, "I'm going to need some money for
clothes. I want to buy a bunch of new stuff!"
	"All right, dear, how much will you need?"
	"Three hundred maybe will cover it. I want to get skirts and
underwear."
	"Ok. If  you need more call from the store and I'll see what I can do,"
her mom said. Sandy was all set.

	In the end Sandy did have to call her mom from Victoria's Secret. Since
her mom had an account there arrangements were quickly made,  and Sandy
came home with bags of new things.
	When Tuesday finally arrived she had tried everything on at least twice
and had it all laid out for Amanda's inspection when the doorbell rang.
	"I'll get it!" Sandy called out. Her mom was still getting ready for
her class.
	At the door Amanda gave her a package and said,  "As soon as your  mom
goes, start with this pink nail polish and eye shadow. Then put on your
first new outfit and come downstairs. I'll wait for you in the family
room."
	Sandy raced upstairs with the cosmetics. She said goodbye to her mom
and went to work.
	"I may be a little late tonight. Is that ok?" Mrs. Berensohn asked
Amanda. 	
	"I think so. How late is late?"
	"Probably  10:30."
	"Yeah, that's ok. I brought plenty of homework. Does that mean Sandy
should go to bed before you get home?"
	"Oh, yes, if you can see that she's in bed by around ten."
	"Sure," Amanda said.
	"One more thing. The first workshop that I mentioned is the weekend
after this coming one. Can you stay here then? I'll pay you three
hundred dollars  if you could be here right after school on Friday and
stay `til around three on Sunday afternoon. Of course there would be
food here stocked for the weekend."
	"Yes, I can do that." One of the attractions to the job even before
Amanda knew Sandy's age was the money she would make on these weekends
of babysitting.
	"Good, then it's settled. Have a good evening."
	"Study hard!" Amanda said pleasantly.
	No sooner had Mrs. Berensohn driven away then down the stairs came
Sandy.  She bounded into the family room twirling and showing off. As
she came to rest, Amanda took in the transformation. She had put on a
pink, pleated satin skirt and a white, short-sleeved cotton blouse. Her
nails looked nice with the outfit, but she'd hurried through putting on
her eye shadow. Still there was great potential here, thought Amanda.
Now she had to get her used to this next part.
	"You look nice!" she said with real warmth. "Did you get any new
underwear like I asked?"
	"Oh yeah!"
	"Let's see. Just unbutton your blouse part way." Amanda said it in such
a nonchalant way that Sandy didn't hesitate. She was excited to show off
her fancy new bra.
	"Wow, did you get it at Victoria's Secret?"
	"Yeah, I got all my undies there!"
	"Let's see your panties, do they match?"
	Sandy lifted up her skirt. She had chosen a matching cotton floral
bikinis and triangle bra set.
	"Cool! Now let's go up and work on your makeup some." So they spent the
next hour in front of Sandy's mirror. Amanda was jealous of her having
her own bathroom. Amanda had brought her whole makeup collection and
very patiently  showed her secrets with eye shadow, mascara and
lipsticks. She also made Sandy write down supplies she should get to
have her own collection. 
	After the hour, they both looked in the mirror. Sandy was starting to
look very dreamy, thought Amanda. "It's so important to go to bed though
with your face absolutely clean. So don't forget to write down those
cleansing supplies too. Now let's see what else you bought."	
	Sandy started to show her, but Amanda said, "No, you have to model them
for me. I'll wait downstairs."
	This time she was wearing a black short and rather tight skirt and a
leopard print top. The top was tight enough to accentuate Sandy's
breasts. With the addition of her makeup she was starting to look hot,
Amanda thought.
	"There's something missing..." Amanda started.
	Sandy's face fell, but Amanda said, "No, don't get me wrong, this is a
great outfit. You're looking so grown up.  It's your legs. They're bare.
Come here," and Amanda motioned her to come next to her. "Let me feel
your legs," and she did before Sandy could react. "Just as I thought.
Ok, you have a lot to do for Thursday. First, what's missing is hose.
You need to be wearing hose. Black would look so great with this outfit.
But you're going to need to shave your legs. Have you ever done that
before?"
	"Yeah, but not in awhile. I was mostly just messing around," Sandy said
a little embarrassed.
	"Well, from now on, you need to keep your legs silky smooth. I'll give
you some stuff that will help. For Thursday just make sure to soak
yourself in a nice warm bath and use a new razor, ok?" Before Sandy
could answer Amanda continued, "And you need to get some nice sheer
pantyhose. Can you go to Victoria's Secret again? Before Thursday?"
	"Sure!" Sandy quickly said.
	"Good, now show me your undies."
	This time Sandy didn't hesitate to pull off her top. she really wanted
to show her this pair. She skimmed out of her skirt as well and stood in
front of her babysitter. She wore a boy-cut brief and matching bra in
black satin.
	"Wow, these are fantastic! How do they feel?" Amanda noticed that the
satin briefs were nice and tight. "Turn around for me." As Sandy turned
her tight ass shown in the lights on the glossy underwear. 
	"They feel so good!" Sandy replied.
	"Did you get anything else?"
	"Just some more underwear," Sandy said.
	"He he he, ok, let's continue with the underwear modeling!"
	The rest of the clothes that Sandy modeled for Amanda were nice though
not as striking as the black satin set.
	"Didn't I ask you to get some thong undies, too?" Amanda asked as Sandy
turned to go. 
	"Uh, yeah, and I did, but I was a little embarrassed to show them to
you."
	"Oh, come on, I'm your `fashion adviser', there should be no secrets
from me!" Amanda chided. 
	"Ok, I guess," and Sandy went to change. When she came back she was
wearing her nightgown.
	Sensing her hesitancy, Amanda said, "Ok, just pull up your gown and
I'll check `em out."
	Sandy did what she was told, albeit slowly. 
	"Hmm," Amanda said. "Now turn." The thong looked good on her, really
good, thought Amanda. Her butt cheeks were full and round. The thong fit
tightly and disappeared into the crack of her ass. But Amanda soon saw
why Sandy was hesitant. "More homework, Sandy," she said with a grin.
"You'll have to trim your pubes. Then these will look great and feel
better too."
	"My what?" Sandy asked.
	"Your hair down there, your pubic hairs." Again Amanda was so matter-of
-fact that Sandy accepted her direction immediately. "Just use some
sharp scissors. It'll be good for when you wear a real bikini anyways.
Ok, now off to clean your face, brush your teeth and into bed. Your mom
will be home really soon, and you were supposed to be in bed fifteen
minutes ago!"
	Sandy dropped her gown and gave Amanda a big hug. "Thank you so much
for tonight! It's been so much fun!" Then she gave her babysitter a big
kiss on the cheek and ran off to bed.
	Amanda had just settled in to some history homework when Sandy's mother
drove up. 
	"Everything ok?" Mrs. Berensohn said as she came into the family room.
	"Everything's just great!" Amanda said. "I'll see you Thursday."

				*          *          *

	By Thursday Amanda had done some shopping as she well hoped that Sandy
had. When she rang the doorbell she not only had some supplies for Sandy
to use on her legs but some hose in Sandy's size and a few surprises as
well. She wanted to get on with this dressing of her `protege'.
	Sandy answered the door, excited as ever, and Amanda gave her some
purple sparkly nail polish to use for tonight. Sandy said goodbye to her
mom and went straight to her room to dress for Amanda.  After Mrs.
Berensohn drove away, Amanda came up and gave Sandy the stuff she'd
promised to bring.
	"I'll wait downstairs for your entrance," Amanda encouraged.
	Sandy had worked on her makeup constantly since Tuesday. She'd chosen a
striking blue eye shadow, and, upon seeing the nail polish that Amanda
had given her, a lipstick that was purplish to match her nails. She took
longer this time and the effect was dramatic as she made her entrance. 
	She was wearing the pink pleated skirt again, but this time with black
fairly sheer pantyhose and a black top. Her makeup just set off the
whole outfit. 
	"Oh my, you look divine!" said Amanda. "From now on you will always
wear hose for me. Come over here. I have some surprises."
	They sat down together on the couch and Amanda pulled out what she had
bought for Sandy.
	"These are stockings, several different colors, and here is a garter
belt which should fit you. These feel so nice sometimes. I bought them
extra sheer so be very careful when you put them on--they're awfully
easy to run. In fact on most occasions I use gloves to put them on.
They're expensive, the more sheer they are, and gloves like these work
really well." She handed Sandy a pair of sheer nylon gloves. "Now I
don't want you to try them on tonight cuz I want you to use the supplies
I brought you for keeping your legs very smooth. Ok?"
	"Yeah, sure," Sandy responded, amazed at how much she was learning from
Amanda. "Where did you get these stockings?"
	"I  ordered some of them special cuz they're hard to find in regular
stores, even Victoria's. I'll give you the addresses. Some you can order
online. Will your mom let you do that?"
	"Oh, sure, she's already let me get stuff online."
	"Good. But there's also one place in the mall. Remember  `Wet Seal'?
Well, right next to them is a place called `The Company' that gets in
nice stockings especially from Europe. That's where you should go."
	"Cool!" Sandy was feeling so grown up.
	"Do you have any heels?" Amanda asked.
	"Well, I have two pair. Do you want to see them? My mom has so many
pairs of shoes!" Sandy said almost as an afterthought.
	"Oh, really?" Amanda perked up. "Can I see them?" Amanda loved shoes.
She was secretly hoping they would fit her.
	"Sure, I'll get mine too."
	When Amanda had seen Sandy's shoes, she said, "Those are cool. We need
to get you some more pairs, with higher heels and I like open toes."
	"Ok," it seemed like Sandy was agreeable with whatever Amanda
suggested.
	When they got to her mom's room, Amanda gasped at the selection. She
jumped up and down when she saw that they were her size. This made her
curious about the rest of Mrs. Berensohn's wardrobe. But that could
wait.
	"Let's do some stepping out!" Amanda said. 	
	"Huh?" was all Sandy could say before Amanda had tried on a pair of
Mrs. Berensohn's shoes and headed downstairs to the stereo.
	"What music do you have?" Amanda asked.
	Sandy wanted to impress her so she got her favorite CD and put it on.
	"All right!" and Amanda started dancing. She had worn a short skirt and
hose to encourage Sandy. With Mrs. Berensohn's heels she felt especially
hot and pulled Sandy in to the center of the room to dance. 
	Sandy was glad to join in and she soon let the total experience--being
dressed up, made up and in the presence of this cool high school
girl--wash over her as she danced.
	After they'd danced awhile, Amanda stopped the music. "It's getting
close to the time your mom will come home. You look so cool! Don't
forget what I told you. Now over the weekend can you find some shoes
like I described?"
	"Yeah, I love trying on shoes!"
	"Good. You know that we will have a weekend together soon? I'm really
planning on us doing a lot for your `look' over that weekend. Ok?"
	"I can't wait!" Sandy had been thinking about it ever since her mom had
told her. 
	"Good! So go get ready for bed. Make sure you clean your face super
good. You can leave the nail polish on. It looks really good. You're
getting to be quite a professional already!"
	Sandy was so happy when she heard that. She loved pleasing Amanda.
	Not long after Mrs. Berensohn came home.  "So we're all set for next
weekend?"
	"Yes, I'll be here Friday afternoon."
	"Good. Tell me, dear, what food you like so I can be sure to have it
for you."
	Amanda gave her some things she really liked, but she was thinking of
other treats she might get that weekend.

	On Tuesday afternoon, Amanda called ahead to Sandy to tell her to have
her nails done before she got there. "Your mom is not saying anything
this week about you wearing nail polish, is she?"
	"Nope, she hasn't noticed," Sandy answered.
	"Good, then you should do your nails before hand. You remember that I
want you to wear hose when I am there, right?"
	"Oh, god, yes," Sandy said quickly. It was all she could think about.
It was so new to feel the silky sensation and her legs so bare. She
loved it!
	"Ok, I'll bring another surprise tonight. See you soon!"
	For the first time when Sandy presented herself to Amanda after Sandy's
mom had left, Sandy looked properly dressed. Her makeup was very
subtlely done and she wore a great pair of pantyhose with a short skirt
and her other heels.  She strutted and vamped for Amanda who felt almost
underdressed for the first time. Then Amanda gave her the surprise--six
packages of thigh high stockings, the sheerest kind she could find, in
black, red, purple, white and tan. Two pairs of black ones of course. 
She gave her all kinds of instructions on when it was best to wear
pantyhose, thigh highs or stockings and ended her instructions with
saying, "Unless I say differently you should just assume that you should
wear pantyhose for when I am coming over."
	"Ok," Sandy said.
	For Thursday Amanda made her change into the garter belt and stockings.
While Sandy did that Amanda had time to go into Mrs. Berensohn's closet
and check out her wardrobe. There were many dresses that Amanda was
interested in trying on.  She also checked Mrs. Berensohn's drawers of
underwear and was amazed to see all kinds of sexy things. Then she
peeked into her rows of shoes and realized this coming weekend would be
a great dress up weekend for the both of them.
	"Ok, so I'll be here tomorrow when you get home from school. The first
thing I want you to do when you get home is take a shower and get all
shaved and smooth. Then we'll have a modeling session like you wouldn't
believe!"
	"I can't wait!" Sandy said. 
	"But you mom mustn't know about any of this! Ok?"
	"Yeah, this is cool!" Sandy said. 
	"You look great in these stockings, by the way," Amanda said as she
stooped down and felt Sandy's stocking covered leg. She went so far as
to bring her hand up to the place where the hose was attached to the
garter belt. 
	For a moment Sandy was dizzy from the caress. It was the most sensuous
thing she had ever felt!
	Before she could say anything though Amanda said, "You better go get
ready for bed, your mom will be home soon."
	And that was the last Sandy heard from Amanda before the fateful
weekend began. 

				*            *            *

	Amanda was late getting to Sandy's house on Friday. Mrs. Berensohn had
begun to get worried. However this gave Sandy a chance to take her
shower before Amanda even arrived. 
	Amanda had wanted to pick up some things especially for the weekend and
all that running around had taken a bit longer that she'd expected. But
she finally was ringing the doorbell at four o'clock, and Mrs. Berensohn
breathed a big sigh of relief.
	"Call me, please, next time you might be late. In fact I'm going to
give you a cell phone to use for this weekend. You'll beable to reach me
day or night," Mrs. Berensohn said as she flew out the door. "Numbers
are on the fridge!"
	"'Bye, Mrs. Berensohn! See you on Sunday!" Amanda called as Sandy's
mother barreled out of the driveway.
	Amanda immediately took her stuff to Mrs. Berensohn's room. Her heart
was pounding at the thought of living like Mrs. Berensohn for the whole
weekend.  She decided that she would try one of Mrs. Berensohn's silky
underwear sets right away. She chose a satin embroidered bra and bikini
set in pink. She liked how the underwire cups made her titties stand out
a bit more than usual. She put back on her own skirt and top thinking
that she would wait to try on anything else after she'd inspected Sandy.
Amanda had worn black thigh highs and low heeled shoes to school today.
She had wanted to look nice for coming to the Berensohn's.
	Just then she heard Sandy calling her from the bathroom. When she got
there and had given Sandy a `hello' peck on the cheek, Sandy asked, "I'm
all ready to start the fashion show! What do you want me to wear first?"
She had slipped on her bathrobe and was slightly flushed from the
shower. Amanda thought she looked so sweet. Time to change that, she
thought.
	"Good. Start with this nail polish," as she picked up a bottle called,
`Memorable Violet'. "Remember, take your time with the first coat. Let
it dry totally. Both on your fingers and toes. Two coats and then a
clear cover coat. Ok?"
	"Gotcha," Sandy grinned.
	"Then your black thigh highs, just like mine," Amanda lifted her leg.
"By the way did you shave like I told you and use the stuff I brought
you? Feel my leg."
	"Oooh," she said as she tentatively stroked from Amanda's ankle to her
knee. "Yes, I did everything like you said."
	"Ok, then a matching pair of panties and bra. Come out and show me when
you've gotten that far," Amanda commanded. "I'll be doing some dressing
up of my own. Your mom said I could check out her wardrobe." This wasn't
exactly what Mrs. Berensohn had meant when she'd said that, but Amanda
took no notice of it.
	Amanda was getting excited about what might lie ahead that evening. She
had brought along a couple of videos. One for tonight was a fairly tame
one about teenage girls trying to get a break in the fashion industry.
There were lots of scenes of dressing and undressing, and several where
the girls began to play with each other when they were trying on makeup
and clothes. In the hottest scene they were at a lingerie shoot and
there had been many delays so the young models had had a lot of time in
the dressing rooms trying on various sexy items. Amanda couldn't wait to
watch that with Sandy!
	Meanwhile she opened Mrs. Berensohn's closets. There was such a range
of clothes! Amanda couldn't believe it! From mother-type fancy suits to
mini dresses to cocktail dresses to even some rather kinky leather
outfits. She decided on a mini dress that came to just below her
stocking tops. It was satin and in a dark maroon floral print. She found
a slip to go with it and after zipping up the dress she took a look at
herself. It felt pleasantly tight and looked great on her. Some heels
would perfectly complete the outfit. She walked down the stairs and 
into the family room with a sway that made her feel like a different
person. 
	Sandy still wasn't ready (she was beginning to learn to take as long as
was needed), so Amanda checked out the home entertainment arrangement.
It would be something looking at this video on such a large screen TV!
	Then she went into the kitchen, heels clicking on the linoleum--a sound
she adored--and found a partially opened bottle of wine in the
refrigerator. She was nearly eighteen and felt perfectly fine having a
glass of wine before dinner. 
She poured herself a glass and went back upstairs to put on some
different makeup. She wanted to darken her eyes for the evening and
change the color of her lipstick. Mrs. Berensohn had a collection of
makeup that would have made a professional jealous. Amanda was in
heaven. 
	Sandy came down and presented herself to Amanda. She still seemed a
little flushed--or was that blush on her cheeks? Actually Sandy was so
excited about everything that, though she had used a little blush
already, her flush was really coming more from the pulsings within her.
	"I brought a movie to watch tonight. But we have to have a nice dinner
first. You look so nice! Go put on your shortest skirt and a top that
matches, your highest heels and finish your makeup. We'll fix a late
dinner together and then watch the movie. Oh, and you know we're going
to spend all day tomorrow shopping, don't you? So we can't stay up too
late tonight!"
	Sandy practically jumped for joy and ran back upstairs to dress for the
evening.

	The girls had a simple and delicious dinner meaning salad, pasta with a
scrumptious basil tomato sauce and Parmesan cheese, garlic bread, and to
go with it all, and for the special occasion, Amanda had another glass
of the red wine and allowed Sandy to have just one glass.
	"Since you're looking so grown up and this would be common in France
anyway, " Amanda had said as she poured the glass. 	
	Sandy found the wine kind of bitter--it was a merlot for her first
tasting of wine--but after a couple of sips she started to feel all warm
inside and the bitter- ness sort of faded.
	They did the least amount of cleanup and settled into the couch in the
family room. Amanda snuck glances at Sandy and how hot she looked. The
short skirt and her black stockings really looked great with her heels.
Amanda thought how one of the places they would have to go tomorrow
would be a place to get some real high heels. But as it was the ones she
wore tonight managed to put a little sway in her hips. Sandy's top was
ok. Amanda realized they would have to work in that department also. But
Sandy's makeup and nails were fantastic! She practically looked like a
model with her made-up eyes especially. And the lipstick made her lips
look so kissable. Amanda had to keep telling herself to go slow with
this one. 
	As the video played the two girls gradually relaxed with each other.
Sandy put her feet up and placed them on Amanda's lap. Amanda just
naturally began to slowly stroke Sandy's ankles. Then her calves and
lower legs. She loved the feel of Sandy's hose-covered legs. 
	When it came to the scene where the girls were dressing for the
lingerie shoot Sandy sat upright and close to Amanda.  She watched very
closely as the girls on the video got so bored and then playful. There
was one part where they were helping each other put on bras, and they
began playing this game of who could get another girls' nipples hard to
show through the bra. Amanda noticed that Sandy was squirming a little
and that her nipples had hardened up as well. Amanda put her arm around
Sandy in a motherly way.  Sandy cuddled up even more to her babysitter. 
	"What did you think?" Amanda asked as the video ended. 
	"Modeling looks like it would be fun," she replied. She was still being
held by Amanda and Sandy put her arm around Amanda now.
	"I think you look so much like a model tonight. I want to go looking
for more clothes for you tomorrow, plus I have a surprise that I'm going
to buy for you."
	"I can't wait," Sandy said as she squeezed her babysitter and brought
one of her legs over Amanda's outstretched legs. The sensation of
Amanda's hosed leg and Sandy's touching practically sent Amanda through
the roof.
	"Ok, so you have to get to bed, so we can get an early start. It's
after eleven o'clock. Then tomorrow night we'll have quite a modeling
session with everything we find."
	"Can we stay up really late tomorrow night, please?"
	"Gosh you ask so nicely, I don't see why not. Plus I have some other
videos for us to watch if we have time. All the more reason to get to
bed now!" Amanda said with a smile.
	"You're the best!" Sandy said and turned and kissed her on the lips. 
	It was a brief but fervent kiss. It left Amanda dizzy though she didn't
want to show it. 
	Fortunately Sandy jumped up and ran off to the get ready for bed.
Amanda was breathless and her heart was pounding. But that night she
resisted getting herself off in anticipation for times to come. 
	They woke, it seemed, practically at the same time, just after ten
o'clock, which meant that the mall had already opened. They ate a fairly
good breakfast in their nightclothes and then Amanda told Sandy what she
should wear for their shopping day.
	"I want you to wear your white thigh highs and short heels, a medium
length skirt and top and makeup to match your outfit," was all the
direction she gave.
	But Sandy, who loved to create an ensemble from these directions, knew
what to do. It only took her an hour to get ready. Amanda wore some more
clothes from Mrs. Berensohn's collection. It had been particularly fun
to choose what she would wear today.
	Amanda found a drawer full of teddies and bustiers that she just
swooned over. There were even some merry widows. Amanda decided to wait
on those for tonight. She chose a black slip that gave her a pushup bra
type look. She added black thigh highs and a green silk mini dress with
open toed high heels. Her makeup matched the green of her dress and she
wore red lipstick to offset her outfit. As she looked at herself in the
mirror she admired how hot she looked and thought how the two of them
would like like the most stylish mother-daughter pair in the mall.
	It was after noon before they got to their shopping. But they went to
it with a diligence that was never used for things like school or
homework.
	"Here is your surprise," Amanda said about half way through the
afternoon. They'd been shopping in a place called `Hot Topic' and were
admiring the  bras and pants made from PVC.  "Go try them on. In fact
wear them over your white stockings," Amanda said. They were Sandy's
first pair of fishnet stockings in black. "While you try them on and
model them for me, I'll pick out three more pair in other colors. But we
have to get the right size. I like to steer clear of the
one-size-fits-all ones. Here, I'm pretty sure you should wear smalls."
	Sandy scooted into the changing room and drew them on over her hose.
The effect was wild! She loved seeing the black fishnet over her white
legs.
	When she modeled them a few of the customers gathered to watch. She put
on quite a show which Amanda admired totally. Seeing that those were the
right size Amanda chose some purple and red fishnets plus another pair
of black ones. This other black pair were crotch less, and Amanda
couldn't wait until Sandy tried those on and realized what she had
bought.
	They were very successful in the shoe department also.  With Sandy's
mom's money they bought three more pairs of shoes, all with at least
three inch heels and all guaranteed (Amanda made sure) to put a real
sway in Sandy's walk. 
	They went to the usual stores as well and Sandy found some great mini
dresses and skirts that would add to her collection. As far as tops went
they weren't as successful. So midway through the afternoon Amanda
decided that they had to visit several of the vintage clothing shops in
another part of town. 
	There they found scores of black slips which Amanda insisted that Sandy
have several different kinds of. All of them had to be tried on as they
were vintage and fitted. The ones they chose were all made of the old
time satin, very form fitting and comfortable as well as sexy. 	
	In tops they also found a treasure trove. Amanda consistently chose
sheer and semi sheer blouses or tiger and zebra print tops. Sandy went
right along with everything that Amanda chose. 
	Amanda was incredibly turned on as they drove home. Sandy was still
wearing her fishnets over her white thigh highs. She had kept on one of
her tight tiger print tops that they had found at the last vintage
clothing store.  Amanda found it hard to concentrate on the road. 
	"So let's put on some music and get some dinner ready before our
fashion show," Amanda suggested. 
	"Ok, Amanda," Sandy said. "What should we eat?"
	"Let's order out for pizza. Your mom left us some money. We can fix a
good salad and drinks ourselves."
	"Great! Can I do the ordering?" Sandy asked eagerly. 
	"Of course, just no meat since I'm a vegetarian," Amanda said. 
	"How cool," Sandy said as they pulled in to the driveway.
	"While you order, I'm going to go freshen up," Amanda said. She wanted
to change into something less formal, and she kept remembering the
maroon bustier she had seen that morning. She hadn't been able to get it
out of her mind. When she put it on her heart raced. It cupped her
breasts and fit nice and tight around her torso. She still wore her
thigh highs, found some high heels and looked in the mirror. She
couldn't help but bring her hands to stroke her satin covered breasts.
She started getting tingly in her legs.
	"Pizza will be here in twenty minutes!" Sandy called from downstairs.
Amanda found a short skirt and and a semi-sheer blouse to finish her
outfit. She added a little perfume.
	"How will we do the fashion show?" Sandy asked when Amanda came into
the kitchen. The girl was looking good. She'd changed into higher heels
and was prancing around the room getting the salad fixings together.
Otherwise though she'd kept on her two pairs of tights, short skirt and
tiger print top.
	"I'll be like the designer so you will follow my directions on what to
wear. We'll want to put your hair up so you look older. And there will
be makeup changes too, along with complete changes of outfits. And don't
forget the lingerie part of the show!"
	"Oh, this is so much fun, Amanda!"  Sandy was so excited that she
hugged her.
	"Now you have to get ready for the pizza guy," Amanda said. "I'll take
over the salad making."
	"What do you mean?"
	"We're going to tease him a little," Amanda replied. "Go fix your
makeup. Make it a little darker, but not too much. And put on just a
touch of perfume." Sandy smiled and went to get ready.
	The pizza guy was a young college student. Amanda answered the door.
She pointed him toward the kitchen, then took him by the arm making sure
he could feel her breast nestling against it. Her heels clicked on the
wood floor as they made their way back to the door. 	
	"Just wait here while I get my purse," Amanda purred. At that moment
Sandy came down the stairs. She was a sight. Taking on Amanda's airs,
she sidled right next to the pizza guy and introduced herself. Then she
invited him into the family room to wait.  She showed him a seat and
then she took a seat on the couch opposite. As she sat the total impact
of her hose covered legs was revealed just as she had hoped. His eyes
got noticeably wide, and then even wider still when Sandy crossed her
legs. 
	They made chit chat for a little bit before Sandy got up and put on
some music. It seemed Amanda was taking nice and long finding the money
to pay for the pizza. Sandy thought it might be fun to go a little
further. She started to dance to the music and was just getting into it
when Amanda returned. 
	The pizza guy seemed reluctant to leave. Amanda gave him a good tip and
a wink as he exited. Over dinner they talked and laughed about the scene
with the pizza guy.
	
	"For your first outfit, I want you to wear a pushup bra and matching
panties, black thigh highs, short slip and that purple mini dress we
found today. The shoes should match as much as you can. Keep what makeup
you had on for the pizza guy. Your nails will look great with this
outfit."
	"OK!" And Sandy went to change.
	Amanda put on some different music and poured herself a glass of wine.
"This will be great," she thought as she took her first sip.
	When Sandy came down, Amanda made appropriate admiring comments. It was
easy to do since Sandy looked like dynamite. Amanda gave her pointers on
how to walk. She straightened her back. She smoothed out her dress. She
spent a long time fixing the bodice on the dress so it showed off
Sandy's breasts to best advantage. She purposefully stroked Sandy's
nipples to see how the dress would look when her nipples were hard. She
explained that all models do that with each outfit. 	
	When Amanda had done that, Sandy had gotten quite excited, her heart
seeming to pound into the top of her head. She had flushed too, from
embarrassment or excitement,  Sandy didn't know which. All too quickly
though Amanda had her walk and twirl. As she did so she was sure she
felt a little moistness in her pussy. It was strange to feel this itch
emanating from there!
	"The next outfit should include one of your kinda sheer tops with no
bra, that pair of snake skin pants that fit you so well--keep your thigh
highs on--better wear a thong , and put on your highest pair of heels.
Don't forget to put your hair up this time. And change your earrings to
something that dangles."
	"Makeup?" Sandy asked.
	"Oh, yes, change it as well. I want your lips to be a dark red and your
eyes to match them and your outfit somehow."
	Amanda was challenging all that Sandy had so recently learned. But she
was so eager and, Amanda was realizing, quite adept at cosmetic design.
Amanda knew this change would take longer so she decided to change as
well. She'd noticed some leather outfits in Mrs. Berensohn's closet.
After pouring another glass of wine she headed to her `room' to change.
She was starting to feel the effects of the wine and her walk had a
noticeable wiggle to it. The music played on as the two girls dressed
for fashion and each other.

	Amanda noticed a stand-alone mirror as she changed out of her outfit.
This would be perfect, she thought. It was not all that heavy
fortunately, so before she got dressed again she carried it down to the
family room. Then she floated back up to see what Mrs. Berensohn's
closet held next for her. She quickly nixed the leather pants when she
saw a shiny black patent leather dress hanging there. It fit like a
tight glove. She decided to go without underwear but to put on a garter
and stockings. The black patent leather heels would match.
	When Sandy came down, Amanda said, "Look, I brought down your mom's
mirror. We can vamp to it for this part of the fashion show. You look
great. How do those pants feel? Especially with your thigh highs still
on?" 
	Sandy loved the feeling. The pants hugged her ass and legs. Her panties
were tight against her pussy. In contrast her breasts moved freely under
the sheer material of her blouse. She was getting very warm inside and
out. 
	"We're going to act like two models posing for a shoot," Amanda said. 
	"To bad we don't have that pizza guy to be the photographer," Sandy
quipped. Amanda raised her eyebrows.
	"Here, let's start with a shot next to each other," and she moved Sandy
closer to her. They looked into the mirror and started moving and
posing. Amanda put her arms around Sandy's waist.  Then she told her to
lean back until they could look into each others' eyes. Amanda held
Sandy in a delicate balance for a few seconds. Then their eyes met and
they burst into laughter. With that they both tumbled to the floor.
	"Ok, ok, let's try something different," Amanda said after they'd
picked themselves up and pulled themselves together.  Sandy wasn't
totally pulled together though. When they were on the floor, she'd seen
that Amanda wasn't wearing any underwear.  She noticed that Amanda had
shaved most of her pussy hair. And she thought she could smell a little
fragrance coming from her `down there'.  All these perceptions were
swirling around in her head when Amanda offered her a glass of wine. Of
course she said, "Ok," as nonchalantly as she could.
	While Amanda poured her a full glass, she said, "Ooh, let's do this.
You go put on that slate gray dress we found for you with the slit that
goes way up the side. D'you know the one I mean?" Sandy nodded as she
took a sip of the spicy merlot. It was a little more familiar now and
she was growing to like the bite it had.
"Take off your thigh highs and put one your sleekest pair of
pantyhose--without any underwear. Wait. Let's see how much hair you have
down there."  Amanda was starting to feel the wine, and anyway had been
dying to know the answer to this question. She guessed that Sandy was
comfortable enough now to show her.
	She guessed right. After another sip of the wine, Sandy unzipped her
pants and let Amanda peek down as she pulled her thong away from her.
	"That will never do," Amanda announced. "Have you ever shaved really
close to your pussy?" She took the chance of using that word.
	"No, not really," Sandy replied. 
	"Well, tonight is the night. Do you want me to help you?"
	This was too much. "No, I'll do it. Just tell me what I should do."
	Just use some sharp scissors tonight to trim everything. We'll have to
take some real time to shave you," Amanda decided. She would still take
it slowly with this thirteen-year-old. Anyway she was looking and acting
very hot already.
"So no underwear or bra under the dress. Just the pantyhose, high heels,
and add some sparkly to your makeup."
	"Ok!" Sandy was both relieved and excited. She took her wine with her
and went to her bedroom to dress for the next part of the  fashion show.

	By the time Sandy came down again, she had finished her glass of wine.
Amanda had finished her third glass and purposefully hadn't changed out
of her patent leather outfit. She wanted to do some vamping with them
both in dresses. When she saw Sandy come down in her satiny slate grey
dress, she knew she was onto something. Sandy had added some makeup and
her hose really set off her legs. The slit in the dress and her short
slip underneath, which she had added at the last minute as a remaining
prudish gesture, all in Amanda's eyes made Sandy look so hot. Amanda
knew a little of what was underneath the outfit. And she wanted to get
close to it.
	She filled Sandy's glass one more time. "Let's dance for awhile before
we do some more posing," Amanda suggested. "Put on some music you like
to dance to."
	Sandy put on some music with a techno beat, and, with the lights down
low, they boogied into the night.  Every other song or so, Amanda would
make a point of taking hold of Sandy and showing her some dance moves.
Then there came a slow song, and with Amanda as lead they danced close.
Amanda brought her arms down and caressed Sandy's ass as they
slow-danced.  Sandy felt her pulse quicken again and just kinda of
melted into Amanda's embrace.  
	When the song ended, Amanda said, "Ok, now let's do some posing. We'll
just move to the music and vamp to the mirror."  Amanda turned and from
behind Sandy brought her hand up Sandy's hosed leg.  "Here's shot number
one," Amanda said.  Then she brought her hand up higher so that it went
underneath Sandy's dress close to her pussy, still caressing her leg.
"Number two," she announced. 
	Sandy started to grind her ass into Amanda. Amanda brought her other
hand up Sandy's other leg. "Number three," Amanda said a little
breathless now. Sandy was moving in the rhythm of the music  and Amanda
just started to follow.  She lifted her dress and brought her two thumbs
to meet at Sandy's pussy. Amanda began to rub her thumbs over Sandy's
hose-covered mound. Sandy couldn't believe how good this felt! She
moaned and then Amanda said, "Here, let's sit down on the couch."
	Amanda had Sandy sit with one leg over Amanda's, all the while she kept
teasing Sandy with her thumbs and fingers, caressing her thighs and
pussy. 
	"Have you ever masturbated very much?" Amanda finally asked after Sandy
was all the way sitting on Amanda's lap with her legs splayed wide open.
	"No, not all that much," Sandy said between swooning and recovering
from Amanda's strokes.
	"Ok, I'm going to show you how," Amanda boldly decided. She took
Sandy's hands, and with Sandy still on her lap, she had her pull down
her pantyhose and uncover her trimmed pussy. It was already wet and
swollen from Amanda's teasings. Amanda took Sandy's hands and put her
fingers just to each side of her pussy lips. She guided them using
Sandy's lubrication to smooth and swirl around her sensitive spot. She
wanted to tease Sandy into her first orgasm. Almost cruelly she would
bring them close to her clit and then take them away. Sandy had long
before closed her eyes and her breathing was getting pretty ragged. Next
she took one of Sandy's fingers and placed it right at the entrance to
her vagina, then used the finger to just slip inside. Sandy gasped and
her pelvis began to move ever so slightly. Amanda slipped Sandy's finger
inside again and a third time, rhythmically, and Sandy began to moan as
her pelvis followed the movement of her finger. Then she took two of
Sandy's fingers and started plunging them in and out of Sandy's wet
cunt. She would let them tease her clit as she drew them out. Sandy was
moaning all out now and it wasn't long before her body tensed into her
first orgasm.  Truth be told when Sandy came, Amanda was so excited that
she came also without even having to touch herself.  
	The two girls fell asleep on the couch together cuddling and caressing 
each others' hose-covered legs. It was three am.

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